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Hippies On The Beach

By: fluidline1



Ch. 1: GOA

A tiny piece of land that one wouldn’t probably see on any of those globes put on display on a desk. And if one would, the name would take up more space than the tiny dot it represents.

Goa. A land of archival temples and churches, of narrow alleys and modern highways, of gentle, swaying palm trees fringing some of the loveliest beaches dotting the south-western coast of India.

Goa. Along with the beaches of Kerala, a few miles further down south, and often referred to as the Indian Miami beaches. 

Goa. A place, it is said, made by the Gods themselves and where the tourist influx is so great throughout the year, it is impossible to tell who is the native and who is the foreigner. 

Goa. The Indian army overthrew the last Portuguese bastions in India, with not-so-surprising ease, (as most Portuguese were trying to flee the country anyway) as late as in 1960. In so much of a hurry were the Portugal to flee; they forgot to pack up and carry with them the preserved dead body of St. Xavier. It still lies in the ancient church as mute testimony to the Catholics original brain wave of converting the starving Hindu masses (already burdened by the thieving British) by literally buying them off. 

And finally, Goa, where the booze flows in bigger torrents than the water off some of the water falls that dot the rocks in monsoons, and with the right connections, you could find everything: from the ordinary herb, ganja (cannabis indicia) to refined heroin. 

Goa became one of the unofficial headquarters of the “flower children” that sprung up in the sixties. It remained, in fact, their only recognized headquarter from the mid-sixties to the late seventies, having been driven out from most other parts of the world.

Back during those days, the very idea of any Indian youth wanting to go to Goa for a picnic was not at all considered to be an idea at all. In particular, the youth were warned of the impending danger of coming across those “horrible, dirty and long haired bastards” who strolled around the beaches without a stitch on, and thought nothing of making out on the beaches in full view of the public. 

Without a doubt of course, the elders also knew about the perils of the youth lured by the local whores; not that they were particularly concerned about soliciting their wares to them, the foreigners paid more, but the possibilities did exist. 

And so it was that I decided to take a week off and visit Goa without informing to the elders about the actual destination. I was curious about the whole thing, and, never having visited the place, my curiosity finally got the better of me. 

With my best friend Vijay, I caught an early morning train that was expected to reach Goa late in the evening. Fortunately for us, we could tell the elders that we were taking the train to Bombay, which also left at about the same time that the train to Goa did.

The train reached Vasco, a port, some twenty miles or so off our intended destination at Goa. 

“It’s a pity they don’t have railway stations near the beaches,” Vijay had remarked.

I am twenty-one, a six foot slightly built boy, around a hundred and twenty pounds, with long brown hair that covered most of my forehead and hid all of my collar. My complexion is wheat-like, and with my rather large nose, dark wide eyes and thin lips, I suppose I look every inch the innocent boy next door, which I am. Vijay, on the other hand was around five feet eight, slightly fairer, a hundred and sixty pounds of muscle and very much like the guy who knows the ways of the world, which he did.

I guess, we were as different as chalk and cheese in almost every respect. I am the financier, Vijay, the guy who got the works that were needed. I spoke fluent English; Vijay could barely utter a legible sentence in that lingo. I was studying for my engineering while Vijay was studying for nothing. 

Above all, I had never had any sex; Vijay was an expert.

“Man,” a friend of ours had told us. “You get to see literally everything. Those foreigners really have a bang! I mean, you don’t get to see just tits and pussy, you actually get a ringside view of hot fucking if you are smart enough to choose the right spot.”

I’ve had a fixation for white women. It has been an obsession with me ever since I had seen the first adult movie of my life, beamed onto the white wall of my bedroom, from a cheap 16mm projector, courtesy of a dozen friends who had no such luck of having their independent bedroom like I did.

I had watched two women and two men make it with each other in every which way that would be possible. I had been astonished at the sizes of the performer’s genitals. Whether it was the men’s organs, or whether it was the women’s breasts. I had felt sick when I had seen the two guys in the sixty-nine, sucking on each other, sicker when one man sodomized the other. But, strangely, I had been turned on when I saw the two women going down on each other. The image of the large breasted blonde American working her mouth up and down the huge organ burned into my brain. And had stayed there.

Now, striding across the narrow road and making my way with Vijay to the bus stop, I was determined to see a white girl naked in the flesh.

* * * * * *

The Calangute (pronounced Ka-lung-oot) beach is one of the finest beaches in Goa. Somebody had told us that one could wade into the sea for almost a mile and the water would still remain at chest level. The beach was awfully big, surrounded by lush, thick growth of green shrubs between the sea and the road. 

We booked a double room with a view of the beach from the balcony. The foreigners had booked most of the other rooms. But, Vijay mentioned a name at the reception, and it worked wonders.

We had never seen so many foreigners in our lives before. It wasn’t like we had come to Goa; it seemed like we were in England! (To this day, I’d bashfully admit that whenever I think of ‘white tits and pussy’ I think of a English girl).

We spent the next day checking out the whiteys. The foreigners moved in large groups and spoke a number of languages. I thought I could recognize French, Italian, German and Spanish. Besides, of course English. American, I told, Vijay, laughing over a drink of the local fenny, was completely different from English! Vijay did not get the joke.

“So you better watch out, Vijay. If I get mad at you, I shall start speaking Spanish with you, if I get madder, I shall switch over to Greek and Latin, but if I really, really get mad, I will start speaking American!” I laughed.

Vijay pretended to laugh with me, draining a glass of the deadly fenny. 

In the evening, I witnessed something that made me sick to the pit of my stomach. A dozen or so hippies were sitting in a circle, passing the pipe. They were all without shirts and blouses and I felt myself go hard as I took in the breasts of various sizes and shapes. Some girls wore bikinis so short that I could detect hair sticking out from under them. 

What deflated my erection was the sight of a girl trying to coax a baby monkey to suckle her breast. The guy sitting next to her was squeezing the breast, as if trying to force out milk into the monkey’s mouth. The rest of the gang hooted and cheered.

I turned away, nauseous. “Shit! This is insane!” I said.

“I wonder if she lets the monkey fuck her” Vijay had replied somberly. 

The same evening however, we had a quiet stroll along the beach by the side of the thick shrubbery where we had noticed a lot of them disappearing into every now and then. It was seven in the evening and the sun was a burning red ball as it slid down the distant horizon. At a point about half a mile from the hotel and the mad rush, we heard a stifled moan followed by heavy breathing and grunts.

We looked around to ensure that we were not being watched. Satisfied that we indeed weren’t, we casually walked into the clearing of a particularly thick surrounding of the shrubs. 

And sure enough, I got to see my first piece of real live naked white flesh. The thin girl with long greasy auburn hair was atop an equally thin guy, also greasy haired. They were stark naked and she was riding him, her hands covering his, which in turn were fondling her smallish breasts. She was humping him like there was no tomorrow. A few feet away, a heavily built guy was lying with his back against a palm tree, his shorts pulled down to his hips. A large breasted girl was kneeling between his legs, bobbing her head over his dick. In the light of the evening, I could clearly see his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

I felt my cock beginning to rise in my jeans. God, if only there had been a bit more of light! We continued to peer through the shrubs till it became dark. That was enough for us to vaguely make out the figure of the thin guy standing over the thin girl and jacking himself off over her face. The other couple was too far away and in a darker area, but last we saw was of the guy slamming himself back and forth over the girl who had her legs raised high over the ground.

We went back to the hotel and I almost agreed when Vijay proposed that we get a couple of local whores to the room. I was randy, but not careless. So when Vijay went out ‘to relieve’ himself (in search of an easily available whore), I masturbated in the bathroom, jerking my stiff cock furiously, the images of the couples in my brain and watched my spunk spew from out of my cock and onto the dirty wall of the bathroom.

The next evening, we spotted the couple. They were swimming together in the otherwise empty sea. We were sitting in the balcony, puffing on the ganja that Vijay had brought from home. (He always had a supply)

The man was well over six feet and built like a bull. He had wide shoulders, thick, powerful hands, blond hair and a very, very white skin, not yet tanned by the hot sun. He seemed to be in his mid twenties. 

The girl was about five-seven. She was quite big, but next to the guy, she looked almost petite and slender. She too had long blond hair that fell to her shoulders, long stocky legs, round buttocks and large breasts.

Over the next twenty-four hours, we could occasionally see them among a gang of about twenty. But it was quite obvious that they preferred each other’s company to the gang. Plus, as Vijay remarked, they also seem to be in some kind of a problem.

“What do you mean, problem?” I asked, glancing at my friend and checking on the level of the fenny in the bottle. He had a habit of dispensing with worldly advice when he was filled with alcohol.

“I spotted them in the afternoon when I went to buy cigarettes. Saw them trading their stereo for a pouch of grass from that black kid over at the counter. I enquired with Rashid at the reception. They have obviously paid their bill for the whole of this week. They also have their return reservations fixed; some kinda arrangement where you can’t get a refund even if you want one.”

“So how’s that supposed to put them in some kinda trouble?” I enquired. 

“Figure it out, mutt head. They are fixed up for grub. They are fixed up for room. They are also fixed up for a bottle of whisky per day. Apparently, they found out that they couldn’t stomach the cheap fenny. They also have non-returnable tickets. But guess what they are short of?”

“Pot?”

“Score one for you, boy. Right. Pot. They are exchanging goodies they brought from home for the stuff.”

“C’mon, their friends have plenty of it with them,” I protested.

“Take a look, dick head. Close look. The others are also running out of the dough. Also, haven’t you noticed they don’t exactly share the pot? Their women okay. But pot, no sir.” He was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“So what do you propose?” I asked him, my eyes on the couple who was now finished up with swimming in the sea and walking slowly towards the hotel, arms around each other’s waists. 

“These bastards have their dinner in the garden restaurant at the back of the hotel. I suggest we make ourselves visible when we are rolling up our joints. Maybe they will see us doing that and approach us for a puff. You will get your chance…perhaps,” he ended lamely.

“You mean we will get our chance,” I corrected him.

“No way, man. That’s too far off. Not yet. I can’t speak a goddamn word of the lingo. I don’t want to be misunderstood and get kicked in the sac, okay?”

“Oh, c’mon, Vijay. Isn’t it you who always said that fucking is a unique language that has no tongue.”

“Fucking has a lot of tongue,” he grinned. “I said that fucking has no language. How could I say that there’s no tongue?” He burst out laughing.

I was damned nervous. “Look, lets just play the play, right? They get tempted and beg for some stuff. What makes you think the girl would agree to get into the sack?”

“The sand, buddy,” he corrected. “No try, no woman. If you are lucky, maybe you can. If not, what the hell do you loose?”

“That guy is built like a ox.”

He laughed. “A couple of tokes and he makes like Gandhi” he replied. “Like water off a duck’s back.”

He always makes things seem so easy to do. And the greatest part about it was that he usually succeeds in pulling off such outrageous stunts.

“If I do get her in sack, I think I’ll come before I can lay my hands on her.”

“Grow up, boy. Xylocaine will do the trick.”

“Xylo, what?”

“Relax. It’s a surface anesthetic. It will sort of deaden the skin a bit.”

I figured I looked like a kid whose favorite toy was broken.

He laughed again. “Don’t panic, buddy. I used it myself when I want to fuck for a long time. It won’t burn your dick off. Alternatively, I suggest you get into the bathroom half an hour before we hit them and jerk off. Or, maybe you could do both. Your first time, your favorite fantasy girl…”

“Stop it, doctor,” I grinned at him.

And so we decided to ‘hit’ them and made our way to the garden restaurant at the back of the hotel. 

I did both the things. Xylocaine and jerk off. Water off a duck’s back!

* * * * * * 

The man and the woman were Germans. He was Michael and she was Steffi. Sitting across the table, I could see that both had deep blue eyes. He was dressed in a cut-off jeans and loose T-shirt. She was wearing a short wrap around blue skirt and a halter knotted at the middle of her chest.

He was a good-looking guy. Soft spoken too, in surprising contrast to his body. I could see those powerful muscles in his arms. He had big hands, I thought, as big as my goddamn head.

From close, she was a hell of a sexy chick. A cute nose slightly turned up at the end, full red lips (I suddenly had visions of them sliding over my prick), dimpled chin, a strong jaw and one hell of a lush body. Great, big tits, great ass and boy, those thighs. 

We pretended to hide in the dark when we filled up our cigarettes with the stuff making sure that they could catch a glimpse. They were seated across from us. There were no signs of any of their friends, though the turn out at the restaurant was almost seventy-five percent white.

As Vijay had said, it was a piece of cake. It took them roughly two minutes to walk to our table.

“Hello,” he had said, “Mind if we join you?”

I looked up. I felt my heart thudding against my ribs. “Sure, go ahead,” I had replied in my most Americanized accent.

“See you, Mahesh,” Vijay slipped out of his chair and rose. Damn him! I had asked him to stay put for at least fifteen minutes. In the local lingo he told me that he had got a hard on by just looking at Steffi’s boobs peeping out from the top of her halter and had to go to his girl of yesterday.

“See ya round,” I told him.

“You from here?” she spoke. Her voice was delightful. Low well modulated, soft and husky. Like the voices of some of those chicks on BBC. 

“From around, yes, though not from Goa,” I replied casually.

I learned that they were from Munich. They had met at London, where they had gone to pursue their degrees, coincidentally, in politics. Both had dropped out. (Why wasn’t I surprised?). The two years they had spent in London had obviously helped their English.

We made some small talk and they offered me a glass of their whisky. Politely, I declined, gesturing towards my charged-up cigarette. They smiled and nodded looking hungrily at the fag. 

“You want some?” I asked.

Hunger went to delight, and I almost leapt to my feet when Steffi suggested we go down the beach. The waiter smiled knowingly when I told him that we would be back later for dinner. Michael carried the bottle in his small handbag.

“So, how long you thinking of staying here?” I asked, as I fell in step beside the two. We were heading towards the direction of the shrubs. I was to learn that it was their ‘pot place’ as well as ‘fuck place’; evidently, the second followed after the first.

“Unfortunately, we leave next Sunday,” he replied. “Goa is most wonderful place, yes?”

I smiled, watching Steffi take his arm. “It certainly is.”

“You speak the English language well, if I may say so,” she said softly. My left arm brushed against her right hand (she was holding Michaels’s right hand and was between the two of us).

“Thank you. I attended missionary school”

“A what?” he asked.

“Missionary school. You know the ones sponsored by European countries and run by priests and nuns.”

He let out a laugh. “To us missionary means only one thing”

I laughed with him casually, though my dick had a different mind of its own. The damn thing jumped up when I realized what he meant.

When we entered the shrubs, we could see various groups scattered all over the area. Pot hung in the air and I could hear the strumming of a guitar. We had to walk quite a distance to locate a relatively private area, slightly away from a small group of hippies swaying to American Pie.

“Okay, we shall smoke here,” he said sinking to his feet on the grass. It was a good area that they had chosen. Very secluded. Yet, not so far away from the rest. In fact, we could catch glimpses of the small group from between the swaying shrubs. 

We sat down, Steffi, between the two of us. I glanced at her legs; when she drew them under her ass, the wraparound skirt slid back to reveal the top of her gorgeous thighs.

I handed over the weeds to them, one each, and fired them up with my lighter. We leaned back and puffed.

“Ahhhhh!!!!” she purred, after inhaling the first snort. “This stuff is very good”

Good? I had shelled out a couple of hundred to Vijay’s guy back home. For that kind of money, it’d better be good, I thought.

We continued with our small talk. I stole frequent glances at her when she leaned down after taking a puff, or threw her head back. Down, and I could see the enticing bulge of her tits straining against the halter top, and back, they pushed against the thin material till her nipples punched out at those spots. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.

We were through half our second toke, when we heard a sharp giggle coming from the direction of the small group. We peered through the shrubs.

A girl was lying on her back in the middle of the circle of her friends, stark naked. The rest of the group was fondling her body. One guy had one tit in his hands another woman had the other. A muscular girl was on her knees, her head buried between the girl’s legs, while another guy was rubbing his prick over her face.

Michael laughed, and then broke off as the smoke caught in his throat.

“We like to play games when we are stoned,” he explained.

Steffi was smiling too, still looking at the group.

“And what nice games,” I agreed.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t?” I was surprised at my boldness. I figured it must be the grass.

“Then where is your girl?” Steffi pulled her eyes away from the group and looked at me when she asked the question.

“Unfortunately, we split a month ago.”


Hippies On The Beach Ch. 02



We walked from the shrubs to the restaurant in a haze. 

After I had shot my juice into her mouth, I had collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily, my entire body shuddering in a series of uncontrollable spasms. I watched dully as Michael, having spurted out his cum rolled over onto his stomach and crawling, reached up to encircle her buttocks and pulled her down against his mouth. The guy really loved kissing and sucking on her pussy. He made loud smacking noises when he sucked her. I watched, as she supported the upper part of her body by resting on her palms, and ground her pussy on his face.

She grabbed her own tits, fondling them and squeezing alternately. Then, she began to move up and down, literally fucking his mouth.

She was very vocal when her orgasm hit her; she shrieked and wriggled, her hips locking his face between them, "Ahhhhh...ugghhh...god, yes, push your tongue inside, yes, yes, fuck my cunt, oh god, I'm cumming." 

From where I was lying, I could see the front of her naked body and the top of his head sticking out from between her legs. I saw her suddenly slump down on his face.

Each one of us then continued to lie down on the grassy sand, breathing raggedly and heavily, listening to the noise that the group next to us was making. I didn't even have the strength to peep at the show; I didn't need to. Their bodies were visible in the lights that they had switched on. 

There was a couple that was in the sixty-nine, she, lying below him. Next to them was the big girl, slurping on a cock, another in her hand, yet another in her cunt. The third girl was lying on her stomach, licking the big girl's tits as she was fucked from behind. 

We took the scene in, strangely, not making any comment at all. 

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Michael said: "I feel like some more grass and maybe some serious fucking."

She giggled, but answered, "Same here."

I struggled to get up on my feet. "We better get back to the hotel."

"I was about to say that. I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry," she agreed, rising up, pulling her halter together to cover her beautiful tits.

"What's the matter? He did not give enough proteins?" he laughed.

She laughed this time. "It was an overdose," she replied, "He kept shooting and shooting and I'm afraid, I lost more than half of it."

This was making me uncomfortable. Agreed, I was equally stoned; but apart from the books, a solitary x-rated flick, a few youthful seemingly innocent encounters with my sisters and cousins, and the opportunities I had playing peeping Tom, I was still a virgin. The first blowjob I had received in my life, and that too from a white girl; something I had fantasized for years. With my prick deflated and lust temporarily satiated, I began to feel uneasy. 

Perhaps, Michael sensed it, because he got up, pulling his jeans and zipping up. "Yeah, come on, let's get to the room and order some grub from there. I see no point in going to the restaurant."

Neither did I.

* * *

They ordered lobster and chicken. I felt like having some fried fish, so I added that to the list. Michael poured whisky for the three of us and I started to roll the joints with some help from Steffi.

I insisted on settling the check (if what Vijay had told me about their financial state of affairs was true, I thought that maybe by shelling out the cash, they'd be able to stay back for a few more days). 

We finished the whisky around the same time we polished off the dinner. It's amazing how pot can make you hungry!

Before firing the first joint, we agreed to have a shower. Sand on your body can get very irritating. Steffi went first and when she came out of the bathroom, was looking pink and fresh, dressed up in just a short see through silk robe, which revealed her bra and panties. The sight of her coming out like that, blond hair still wet, the robe wrapped around her was so arousing, that I immediately felt my cock jerking up north. So, I rushed in next.

As I showered, I thought of the amazing blowjob she'd given me. Plus, the sight of Michael going down on her as she jerked him off was an absolute turn on. I masturbated with soapy fingers, coming almost immediately.

I pulled on the hotel's bathrobe over my body, nothing under it since my clothes needed to be rinsed off the sand. Michael went in next and I sat on one bed, rolling another joint to add to the stock, watching her as she sat on a chair doing the same.

She rose from the chair after pinching the top of the weed she'd just finished rolling and walked to the table where we had laid down the joints. Instead of returning to the chair, she sat on the bed beside me.

"So, did I make you happy?" she asked.

I managed to laugh. Incredibly, I felt my cock beginning to rise. "You bet!" 

She tilted her head to one side. "Was it the first time a foreigner sucked your cock?" 

"Yeah, it was. And believe me, it was really good."

"You have never fucked a white girl before?"

"No, that I haven't, Steffi," I replied truthfully.

She nodded, looking satisfied in a strange kind of way. "You'll like it, I hope."

"Without exception, I will," I replied.

She leaned towards me and kissed me, her lips soft and yielding. I opened my mouth and explored her tongue. Her arms went around my shoulders and mine crept up to her tits.

I heard her moan into my mouth as I managed to shove one hand into her bra from the top of her silk robe. I squeezed the mound of flesh, delighted by its size and softness.

She pushed me away with a sigh. "I too have never been fucked by a colored man." She said it plaintively. 

Michael came out of the bathroom, humming a tune, apparently in a very good mood now that we would be attacking the pot.

"Come on, Shyam, lets get things rolling," he yelled, sitting on the bed on the other side of Steffi. 

Each one of us picked up a joint and set them up. 

"Your pussy tastes real good," he muttered conversationally, blowing out a stream of smoke through his mouth.

"And my stud's cock was so sweet," she smiled seductively.

"Hey, pal, you ever make it with a white girl before?"

There was no point in telling them that I had never fucked, period. 

"I already asked him, and he hasn't, not until now," she laughed, leaning to her side and sliding her hand up my robe till it curled around my cock.

"I hope that was good," he said, glancing at her sudden movement. "Why don't you take his cock out?"

She did. She just had to push my robe up over my thighs till they were bunched around my waist. My cock leaped out and she reached for it again. I watched it getting harder as she began to fondle it.

"You are not circumcised!" he was surprised that I wasn't.

I merely shook my head. To them, this kind of casual conversation under similar situations may not have been uncommon, to me it was. Try as hard as I could, I just couldn't keep my damned erection down. I stole a glance at Michael and found that he was remarkably cool, which considering the circumstances we were in, was quite commendable. 

Or, maybe, I thought, it might have to do with the fact that I never had done this before. Damn it, this was my first real experience; I had never fucked a girl in my life before, and apart from those few clumsy times with sisters and cousins involving mutual jerking off and fondling of organs and genitals, my cock had never been inside a pussy. For that matter neither had it ever been inside a mouth.

"Why the hell are we dressed up anyway?" he roared and whipped off his robe, revealing his semi-turgid cock. 

Steffi released my dick and keeping the weed firmly clenched between her lips, lifted her ass off the bed and pulled away her silk robe, emerging in her flimsy panties and bra. The thin material of the bra, I thought was doing a commendable job of containing her large heavy tits, which threatened to tumble out anytime. When she bent down to pull off her panties, those tits almost did spill out, but incredibly, the bra held.

"Keep that on," I was surprised to find myself telling her that. Somehow, the sight of her half naked tits seemed to be more erotic to the eye.

She smiled seductively, the weed dangling from her lips. "You like?"

I nodded dumbly, "Yes. I like"

They laughed as he sat back on the bed. She reached out again, this time with both her hands, taking hold of my cock with one and his with the other.

"Look how the skin covers his glans when you pull up, baby," he told her. For a moment afterwards, I became uncomfortable as the two of them inspected my cock as if it were a piece in an exhibition.

"I loved its taste," she declared finally, pushing down the skin to expose the glans, which were now dripping with my pre-cum.

For a while, none of said anything. I watched her fists moving gently, almost lazily up and down our shafts. She continued to drag in smoke and exhale with the weed still held between her red lips.

For the first time, I got a glimpse of her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised to note that she had a completely shaven pussy. Since her legs were slightly parted, I could see the labia, the thick lips there and the hooded clitoris. This was the first time that I had the opportunity of examining a woman's cunt so close up, and I agreed to myself that it was exhilarating.

She was still smiling when she spread her legs further, aware that I was staring at it so closely. She crushed the weed in the ashtray, then slowly, tantalizingly ran a finger of the hand that had been fondling his cock, right over her slit, while continuing to fondle my dick with her other hand.

The two of us watched her intently, and then she was spreading her cunt lips apart, as if she wanted to display what lay inside it. I dropped one hand onto her smooth thigh, sliding up, fingers extended, till they reached the exotic spot.

As she spread those lips apart, I gently slid my middle finger inside her. It was wet and hot and I felt her cunt snapping at my finger. Almost in awe, I began to move my finger in and out of her pussy.

I felt Michael's hand brushing mine and then, he was rubbing her protruding clit that had by now erected, his finger rotating teasingly.

With the first tokes inside us, we explored and probed her cunt as she laid back, her knees spreading and lifting up off the ground, sighing approvingly as she did so, moving her hips ever so slightly. Both her hands were engaged in slowly masturbating our cocks, mine at full mast, his, still semi-erect.

She turned her head to me. "Kiss my mouth."

I leaned toward her, bending from the waist. I kept my mouth open so that when I kissed her, all she had to do was shove her tongue in. She moaned as I crushed my mouth against hers, and without realizing it, the movement of my finger inside her became more insistent, more urgent.

"I think you better let him fuck you now," he told her, giving her clit a final hard rub and moving over to the end of the bed.

"So," she purred, after drawing her mouth away from mine and giving my cock a quick squeeze, "Are you ready to fuck?"

In reply, I stood up beside the bed, facing her. Bending down, I pushed the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, watching her tits tumble out. I let the bra hang there just below her tits. I grabbed her by the tits, leaning further to kiss her mouth, groaning when I felt her hands taking hold of my swollen cock, rubbing the tip against the soft flesh of her tits.

The pot must have helped because I had never believed that I could manage to hold my juice under such circumstances. At other times, just a vision of a naked girl taking hold of my cock would be enough to make me come.

I pushed her back so that she fell across the bed, her knees still over the edge, feet planted on the floor. Her blond hair framing her face, tits heaving and legs apart, she sure was one hell of a sexy sight.

Clumsily, I lay down on top of her, my hands clutching her tits. She put her arms around my neck so that I could kiss her mouth again. The lower part of my body was now between her legs and I had to push my hands from the side to get to her tits, which were mashed against my chest.

Michael pulled his feet off the ground and rested his heels on the bed, one hand on one bent knee, the other idly stroking his tumescent prick. He was watching us intently, a bemused expression on his face.

I thrust my hips towards her not wanting to let go of her mouth. I felt her hands traveling down my back and then sliding between our bodies, searching, obviously for my cock. I lifted slightly off her body so that she could find it. I gasped when she rubbed the glans against her cunt lips.

I was sort of bent over the bed and therefore my heels were still firmly on the ground. I felt her legs wrapping around my waist and realized that she had lifted her legs.

I thrust forward again and she drew her head back from mine and whispered, "Easy, easy...here, let me put you in"

I bent down to take one rosy nipple into my mouth, squeezing both her tits now. It was as if I just couldn't let go of her even for a second. I felt like devouring her.

"Now, baby, now, push your cock inside," she whispered.

I slammed my hips down. "Ahhhhh...oh god, you are so hot!" I shouted when I felt my cock enter her wet cunt. It was like dipping into a tub of boiling oil; she wasn't very tight, at least not as tight as her mouth or fist had been, but god, was she hot! I felt like my balls were on fire.

"Now, now, fuck me, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck me," she began to lift her hips even as I started to slam into her. Her legs dug into my ass and her nails clawed into my skin of my back. I threw my head back, tightening my hold on her tits, as I fucked her, hard, fast and furious.

I felt the skin of my cock sliding to and fro against the wall of her cunt and when I plunged down, I could hear my balls slap against her inner thighs. I felt her cunt squeeze and suck at me. 

She began to move up and down incredibly against me. I jerked convulsively, unable to resist the power of her muscular strokes along my cock.

I knew I couldn't last, the temporary anesthesia of the cock surface caused by the pot and the booze were gone and suddenly, I wanted to let go. I wanted to last longer, but her extraordinary skill in sucking my cock with her cunt muscle made me feel light-headed and I tingled with pleasure.

She drew up her knees and opened her legs further apart.

"C'mon, you fucker, fuck my cunt, harder, oh god, yes, fuck me now," she said through clenched teeth.

"Oh god, Steffi, I can't hold it back, oh, god," I told her in a voice I couldn't recognize myself.

"Don't, don't hold back, stud, just fuck like this till you come," she panted.

I was gone, that, I knew. But strangely, I wasn't gone far enough not to have realized that I shouldn't maybe come in her cunt. So when I felt my juice reach the boiling point, I suddenly pulled back to completely withdraw my cock from her cunt.

"Ahhhhh...ugghhh...g-g-od, oh shit, here it comes, oh my god, Steffi, here, here," I chanted idiotically.

Her hands flew up and I felt her clutch the base of my cock in one fist and jerking off the rest of the shaft with her other hand. I clutched her big tits and opened my eyes, looking down at the sight of her hand moving rapidly back and forth over my cock. And then, with a loud scream, I erupted.

I saw my cream spurting out of my cock, landing on her belly. She moved my cock around to let the stuff plaster her thighs and her slit. My body jerked and my breath whistled in sharply every time my cock convulsed to ooze out the spray.

Though I must have squirted about four or five times, I thought I was unloading by the buckets. The amount of juice that I ultimately deposited on various parts of her body wasn't all that much.

She pulled on my cock, coaxing out as much of the sperm as she could, and then, I fell down on the bed on top of her, absolutely drained and thoroughly exhausted.

"Oh my," she murmured, running her hand, which was smeared with a bit of my sticky juice, over my back. "You really needed that! It must have been ages since you last fucked!"

If only she knew! I thought tiredly, rolling over so that I was lying beside her. We lay side by side on the bed. From waist down, we were technically on the floor since our heels rested on the carpet. 

"Hey, it's not over yet," I heard Michael yelling from the corner. "What a damn good performance! Its my turn, baby, I want to fuck you from behind"

I rolled over and over till I was at one corner of the bed and watched him get off the bed. Even as he approached her, (I could see that his cock had assumed enormous proportions) she simply rolled over too, lying on her stomach now.

I watched him arrange himself behind her. Her legs separated again and he reached down to pull her ass cheeks apart. One of her hand appeared from between her legs and I saw her fingers spread her cunt lips. I could also see beads of my juice dripping from her body.

He bent down, adjusting his height to get his cock in line with her cunt, his hands holding her ass cheeks firmly. Satisfied that the height was correct, he grasped his tool and pushing his hips forward, let his dickhead rub her cunt lips. 

"Oh god, don't play around, fuck me now," she exclaimed.

She sort of semi-knelt on the bed, her tits hanging down with great sensuous weight, her knees apart, blond hair all over her face

He chuckled, but instead of penetrating her, kept the agony going. He reached down and pulled her shoulders. She raised that part of her body to allow him to take hold of her hanging tits and knead them. He pulled, squeezed and pinched on them till she began to groan with pleasure, wriggling her hips, thrusting herself back toward him.

"Oh god, please, Michael, don't just fuck around with your cock, fuck it in me, please," she implored.

Finally, he grunted as he slammed forward. I saw his cock disappear inside her cunt to the hilt, pushing her body down against the bed. His hands left her tits and clamped the sides of her hips. He held this position till she began to push her hips back towards him. He waited till only his cock head remained in, then, swiftly and brutally, he lunged forward and down again, making her gasp.

I watched them twist and struggle and squirm; and then, she was on her fours on the bed and he was kneeling behind her, still holding her hips, plunging in and out in long swift strokes.

They were facing me and I could see her face contorted with pleasure. Her eyes were open and she was staring at me sightlessly. Her mouth was open too. He looked at me from above her writhing body and winked at me, smiling at the same time. 

"Come on stud," he called out without interrupting the rhythm he had set, "I see you are getting hard again. No point in jerking off, huh?"

This was getting better and better, I thought. My fantasy of fucking a white girl had come true. I had received one hell of a blowjob from her earlier. And now, as I got to watch this girl getting rammed from behind by her boyfriend, I was being invited to join them!

She suddenly seemed to realize I was there, not a couple of feet away from her. Her tits jiggling and swaying under his onslaught, she managed to smile at me.

"C'mon, you fucker, come here and stick that lovely black cock into my mouth. I want to taste you again."

Still on my knees, I crept to them, holding my now partially erect dick in my hands. She put the flats of her palms on the bed and straightened up so that when I reached her, my cock was almost in level with her mouth.

I put one hand around her head to steady her (it was tricky as he never for one moment slowed down) and with my other hand I brushed the glans across her lips. I made as if I wanted to shove my cock up her nostrils, and then, rubbed it over her ears. I laid the length of the cock against her cheek and rubbed there.




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He could see what I was doing and seemed to be delighted.

"That's it, pal, that's the way! Tease the little bitch, make her beg for your cock!"

I emitted a squeak, which I thought would sound like a harsh laugh. 

"Oh please," she begged, "Fuck my mouth with your cock, please, please, I want to taste your cock when Michael is fucking my pussy"

"Make a 'O', bitch," I commanded, enjoying myself now. 

Her eyes flew open in astonishment and her lips curved into a smile.

Nevertheless, her mouth opened wide, resembling a perfect 'O'. I aimed my cock at the opening and jerked my hips forward. As soon as my cock hit base, she clamped her lips over the shaft.

I switched my glance to the spot where his cock was fucking her from behind and planned my timing in such a way that when he drew his cock back, I pushed my cock into her mouth; when he thrust forward, I drew back. 

"This will make sure you have at least one cock in you," I gasped.

He laughed getting the hang of it. I watched her body slide back and forth across the bed, his cock drilling into her cunt from behind, and my cock fucking her wet mouth furiously.

I suddenly realized that she was trying to take me into her throat. I slowed down, still fondling her tits hanging below her, and pushed into her mouth with renewed vigor. I felt the tip of my cock press against her throat, and then slowly, I pushed in deeper, till almost half an inch of my meat was inside her throat.

"She sucks mean," he remarked.

"Yessss," I gasped.

He brought one hand up and I saw it snaking up over her back. Then, his hand was in her hair, which he bunched up, and he was pushing her head forward, and then pulling it back.

"Come on, Steffi, give him your best. He is our pal, come on, suck that black cock, bitch, and suck it. Fuck her face, pal, harder now, slide that down her throat."

From what I had gathered so far, this guy was a talker.

I heard the dull wet slaps of his hips against her and her humming and cooing as she slurped and sucked my dick.

All things must end, I suppose, which is why I suddenly realized that he had picked up speed, no longer caring to match my thrusts in the rhythm I had established. His eyes closed and his mouth opened.

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck, I am going to come, I am going to blow, oh god."

Unconsciously, I increased my speed too trying to match him. Suddenly, I wanted to come too, preferably along with him.

He beat me to it. With one powerful movement, he thrust himself into her and cried out. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled out his dick and laid it on her back.

He came in great bursts. The first was so powerful, it almost reached her neck, and then, the fluid began to reduce its landing distance from the source, leaving behind a trail of splats.

I felt her beginning to increase the suction on my cock. I let go of her tits and clutched her cheeks. I began to fuck her face earnestly, staring into her eyes.

I felt her eager mouth gobbling my cock. I held her hair and pushed her face into my groin, watching my cock slide in and out of her sucking mouth. When she reached up to fondle my dangling balls, I knew I was about to lose it.

I let out a wild howl and she rightly interpreted it as a sign of my inevitable orgasm. I pulled out of her and let her jerk me the last few strokes.

I literally blasted my juice over her. After the first salvo landed on her lips, she straightened, pointing the erupting cock to her tits, pressing the tip against her nipples. 

I took hold of her tits and spread them apart, as if I wanted to tear them apart and watched my jism soak her entire cleavage. I gasped and my body shook spasmodically, my cum raining down on her tits. I pulled a few strands of her blond hair and managed to twist them around my cock.

The white skin, the blond hair, and the pink nipples – all this made an erotic background against my black shuddering cock, and I was over the moon.

We crashed to the bed, curling around each other like a pair of lovers. I hoped that Michael wouldn't mind. I raised my head off the pillow of her tits to glance at him.

I needn't have worried.

He was lying flat on his back, chest heaving, eyes closed and mouth open.

He was out like a lamp that had just died.



Hippies On The Beach Ch. 03



It was a humid evening and we were sweating profusely. We decided to abandon the beach and get back to the comfort of our air-conditioned room.

Vijay wanted to know, in graphic detail, about my exploits with Steffi and when I told him that Michael had fucked her at the same time as she was sucking me off, it blew him.

"You mean she had both of you simultaneously?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, basking in the look of envy in his eyes.

"Oh shit, man, that's far out. I never thought of it that way. I mean you could see her sucking you with her mouth and at the same time you could also watch his dick drilling her cunt. Jeeze! That's incredible! This, I've got to try out."

"Why don't you take my place today?" I asked him. "I'm sure you will enjoy the experience."

"That, I might, old boy, that I might. But I got an hard on now and I wonder what the hell I am going to do about it."

"Jerk off," I told him brusquely. "Or," I added as an afterthought, "You could go and fuck that whore of yours."

"She isn't a whore, buddy," he grinned and I looked at him in astonishment.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked him.

"You remember that guy at the reception through whom we managed to book this room?"

I screwed up my eyes and though hard. I had found out that whenever I was trying to think of anything, all that I could think of was Steffi and her terrific body.

"Yeah," I recalled having seen the guy. "Short, fat and black as night."

"Yeah, that's him. Apt description. You should take a look at his wife."

"What? You mean you are fucking his wife?"

"Relax, man. You should see her."

"Also short, fat and black as night?"

"Short, yes. Black, yes. But fat? No way! She is in the housekeeping department of this hotel. Works there. Black as coal, is Mimi. Mimi D'Souza. What a body!" he closed his eyes, as if conjuring her image. "Great ass, nice hard tits and man! Her pussy! Tight as a surgical glove. And she's got real movement; you should watch her fucking! She never quits, just wants more and more! Just thinking about it, gives me a hard on. Man! I feel like a nice fuck. And now you tell me about that sandwich special you guys gave the German girl, is not helping me either. I gotta fuck!"

He got up from the bed and began to pace the room; his face flushed and hands in his pockets. I could see the bulge he had between his legs inside his shorts.

"Tell you what, old boy, I can get Mimi to the room. And when I fuck her, I bet she wouldn't mind if you slide your boner in her mouth."

"No way!" I laughed. 

"C'mon, boy, be a sport. I never watched a girl suck dick and get fucked in her cunt simultaneously. I mean, at least in reality. Make my day, huh?"

"Listen, Vijay. Michael's gone to the airport to try and postpone their return tickets and Steffi and me have a date."

"So get that white girl to the room. The more the merrier. And who knows? If that German girl is as horny as you make her out to be, maybe she might enjoy a piece of action with Mimi"

I thought about it. I had agreed with Steffi to meet in her room and there was about an hour to go. 

"For the sake of an pal?" Vijay was very insistent and the look on his face reminded me of a mongrel pleading for a bone.

"Okay, okay. How are you going to get Mimi in?"

He gave a shout of joy, rubbing his crotch with one hand and walking to the phone. "Leave that to me," he said, dialing a number.

"Hello? House keeping? Look, this is 303 and the lady whom I had given my jeans for a special wash yesterday should have handed over the jeans an hour ago. What? Yeah, yeah, this is 303." He paused, and then continued, "Look, will you put her on the line?"

He winked at me as he waited for the girl to come on the line. After a short time, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper, he spoke, "Hey baby. How ya doing? Fine, fine. Look, I'm feeling all lonely and horny and my cock feels like it's going to burst out of my shorts...don't laugh, baby, it's true, can you make it to the room now? And don't say no, I'll not take no for an answer...well you can slip up into my room and we'll have a ball...hey, thanks baby, you'll enjoy it, I promise and hey, what are you wearing now?"

He smirked at me and winked again. "Anything under that house dress? Oh yeah, Look, just get rid of those panties. Or you are going to have another pair that's torn to shreds. Ha, ha. I'm waiting and so is my cock, so hurry. 'Bye!"

He slammed the phone back and smiled. "There! It's as easy as that!"

I pushed him away from the bed, aware that I too had a hard on going by now. "Let me call Steffi."

As the reception was putting me through to Steffi, Vijay mused, "Reckon that white girl would let me get into her pants?"

I covered the mouthpiece. "Just get a couple of good joints going and maybe she will," I broke off when I heard Steffi on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Steffi. It's me."

"Oh hi, stud. How are you?"

"Still sore, but hard never the less. Think you can crawl into my room? Got some great grass going."

Pot was the password for Michael and her and she immediately replied in the affirmative. "Great! You are in 303?"

"I am also in heat," I laughed.

She giggled. "You always are. That's what I like about you, stud. Hang on with that heat and I'll come down to cool it."

I looked at Vijay. "Hey, what are you wearing?"

She laughed again. She had a delightful laugh. "You horny bastard! Well, I am just about to have my bath and I'm in panties and bra under the hotel's very short bath robe."

"Very short, yes. I know."

"It's just got a belt around, you know," she dropped her voice and I knew she was teasing me. "You can see half of my tits and if I bend right, you can see more than half of my ass."

I felt my cock twitch inside my shorts. "Tell you what, baby? You go ahead and have your bath. And when you come here, keep just that bathrobe on. And nothing else."

"You got it, stud," she rang off.

Even as I was putting down the phone, there was a soft tap on the door. Vijay walked up to it, yanked it open and pulling a dark, curvaceous girl inside the room, locked it behind him. "Oh, woman, you give me the hots," He pulled her into his arms and kissed her on her mouth.

Mimi hadn't noticed me as yet and I saw her arms going around his shoulders as they exchanged a long open mouthed wet kiss. I saw his hands coming between their bodies and groping for her tits encased in her white knee length housedress and her hand slipped down to grab his crotch. That's when she became aware of my presence in the room.

"W-what? Who?" She was startled and pushed him away.

I took a good look at her. She wasn't more than five-three or so and she was dark. But Vijay had been right. She was a doll. She had a very pretty face, sort of young and innocent. A small straight nose below fine eyebrows and above a full pouting mouth. Dimpled chin. Long, silky jet black hair that fell to her waist. The housedress was loose fitting, so I couldn't see much of rest of her body.

"Hey, Mimi, meet my friend, Mahesh. Mahesh, this is Mimi. And don't mind him, baby. Him and me go back a long way. Besides, he is already hooked up one of your tourists here and he doesn't mind, nor would she if I join them. Get the picture?" He was grabbing at her, trying to kiss her all this time though she kept pushing him away.

"W-what are you trying to say? You think I am a whore?" Her voice was melodious and it didn't seem like such a sweet voice would be capable of uttering the word 'whore'

"Hey, that's not fair," Vijay, protested. "How could I even suggest that? I'm not even suggesting that the German girl that my pal is hooked with is a whore either. When you are in Goa, there are nothing like whores and gigolos when you are fucking, right? Now, just because you and me fuck, does it mean to say that if your hubby comes to know about us he would think that you are a whore?"

Vijay was a master at subtle blackmail and his last question froze her. Her face went pale and she cast her eyes down to the carpet.

"Hey Mimi, forgive me okay?" I spoke for the first time since she had entered the room. "It's okay if you and Vijay want to get going without me. I'm expecting my girl in the room in say half an hour. So, while the two of you fuck each other in that bed, my girl and me will fuck each other on mine. And knowing my girl like I do, she wouldn't need a bed. Every place is okay for her as long as the job is done."

"See?" Vijay interjected. "I told you my pal is a gentleman. Now, forget about all that shit and forget about your hubby. I won't tell on you, right? Just lets get down to some serious fucking because I can't seem to be keeping my cock down. Look!"

He pulled back the hem of his shorts from one leg and fished out his erect dick. He was speaking the truth as had been evident for so long. His cock was fully erect and throbbing. He gave the knob a tweak and pulled at it as though showing it to her.

She blushed and tried to look away. He grabbed one of her hands and directed it to his swollen shaft. She tried to pull her hand away, but he was much stronger. 

He sighed when her fist closed around it. "Ahhhhh..." 

So they stood there, barely a couple of yards away from the door, his cock in her hands and his hands going up to fondle her tits.

"C'mon, baby. You want this as much as I do. Remember yesterday? You just wouldn't stop and kept yelling that you wanted my dong inside you again and again. Remember? Lucky, your hubby wasn't around to hear you screaming like that, huh?"

Reminding her of her husband was a trick he was using and I was afraid that he might overdo it. I sat on the bed and lit up a joint and just watched the two of them.

He leaned towards her and covered her mouth with his. He reached inside her dress from below with one hand and I saw her stiffening. I figured his hand had hit pay dirt, and sure enough, I detected the billowing moments under that dress.

"No panties, huh? Guess you are just as horny as I am: hard cock, wet pussy. Oh wow, that's the combination I love. Figure you wanted my dick to jam inside you right away, huh?"

One hand busy rubbing her pussy inside her dress, he reached out with the other hand and pushed the front of her robe aside. Her ripe and firm breast tumbled out and immediately he encircled it in his palm, beginning to squeeze it. 

In spite of herself, and in spite of the position she was in (with me staring openly at them) I heard her moan. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. I knew that he had won.

Continuing to kiss her and fondle her pussy and tit, he pushed back till she came up against the bed. I saw her tumble down the bed and he was on top of her.

He pushed the dress up her waist to expose her shapely legs and the dark patch of hair between them. Caressing the inside of her knees with one hand, he pulled at the sash that held the dress together. Without interrupting the kiss, he bunched his body back and she arched her body up so that he could slide the dress away. And just like that, within five minutes from the time of her walking into the room, he had her naked and writhing on his bed. This could mean either that he had a way with women (as he liked to boast of), she was scared that he could tell all to hubby or she was equally horny for cock.

The most likely reason was the last simply because she didn't look like she was scared or apprehensive: she was pushing into him, her arms going around his shoulders and I clearly could see her opening her mouth and welcoming his tongue inside. 

She slipped one hand down between their bodies and grabbed at his cock, which was wedged there like a solid bar. He was wearing just shorts, like I was, so it took him less than half a minute to manipulate his hands down and divest himself of it.

I felt my own cock twitch inside my shorts as I watched them wrestling on the bed, kissing and groping for each other, as if I wasn't there in the room. She was exquisite in an earthly sort of a way. Shorn of her dress and naked, I could see her curves clearly now. Nice firm medium sized tits, very narrow waist and a tight round ass. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her crotch against his hard on when he drew away from her lips.

"Whoa! Are you hot or what? Guess what? I'm gonna make you hotter. You see that pal of mine sitting over there?"

She glanced at me and blushed; I suppose that she had forgotten that I was there.

"He and his pal fucked the white girl together, you know. Can you imagine that?" Both his hands had covered her tits and he was kneading them. I could see his cock rubbing against her thighs. "That girl with a pole up her twat and a mouth around another prick. Lucky bitch"

Her eyes widened and she looked at me uncertainly. I smiled at her like a dummy; like it was common for me to fuck a white girl and I did it every other day.

I watched one of his hands creeping down the side of her thighs and push between their bodies. She moaned and I guessed that he was fingering her clit, maybe even had a finger shoved inside her cunt.

His hand began to go that much faster as he licked the side of her cute face with his wet tongue.

"You want my pole in your hole?" 

I almost laughed when I heard him say that.

"My dick in your pit?" he continued.

This time I let out a burst of laughter.

"My cock in your dock?" he insisted and it was getting hilarious.

She closed her eyes and pulled his shoulders to her. Her legs opened wide and she raised them to the ceiling.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she exclaimed. "Shove your cock in my cunt!"

"Open your cunt lips with your fingers," he told her, sliding one hand down to grasp his dick.

She reached below them and did as she was told to do. I could see her pussy, now held wide open by her fingers.

He rubbed the tip of his cock over the slit, and then positioning it at the entrance, he shoved in mightily.

"Ugghhh," she grunted, lifting her hips up to swallow his cock inside her cunt, scissoring his waist with her legs.

After plunging in, his cock buried to the hilt, he waited, as if savoring her cunt. "Hmmm...tight and hot, oh girl, you are great."

"Fuck, fuck me, you beast, ram that cock in my pussy," she wailed.

He glanced at me and smiled triumphantly and the glance was like I-told-you-so. He pulled out, and then slammed in again.

She threw back her head, nails raking his bare back. Again, he paused.

"Do you want to feel what's it like to have a cock in your mouth when you are getting fucked in the cunt?" he asked.

I held my breath, my cock stiffening inside my shorts.

She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. She had beautiful eyes: shaped like almonds, large and dewy-like.

"You will love it, baby," he was almost cajoling her. At the same time, he drew back and slammed in her pussy again.

If ever a woman can look shy with a cock buried in her pussy and encouraging the guy to fuck her at the same time, I was watching it.

She nodded tentatively and even before he could look at me, I was out of the bed in a flash, dropping my shorts on the floor to let out my throbbing prick.

I approached toward one end of the bed where her head was and immediately, she was sliding up and sideways. He adjusted, helping her so that she was lying across the bed, her face falling over one edge.

He leaned back, placing his palms on the bed beside her tiny waist, gently pulling his cock out.

I half-stood and half-crouched by the side of the bed so that my cock hovered above her face. We watched as she reached out and grasped my hard on in her tiny hands. She opened her mouth.

I pushed my cock inside her oral cavity around the same time that he shoved his cock back into her cunt.

She whimpered and I felt her mouth close around my dick and her tongue slid across and under the shaft.

I began to fuck her face just as earnestly as he began to fuck her cunt. In at the same time, out at the same time, we picked up a nice rhythm, making her whimper and moan. She drew my cock outside her mouth and I shuddered when her tongue snaked out and licked the shaft. Then, she lifted her head and her hips to engulf me back into her mouth and him back into her cunt.

He allowed me to knead her firm tits and contented himself by just watching my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He picked up the speed unconsciously; I suppose the sight aroused him further.

We were going at it for almost five minutes when there was a soft knock at the door. I was rubbing my cock head over her face. By over the face, I literally mean all over her face and that included her nose, her cute dimpled chin, the broad forehead, her eyelids (she closed her eyes when she saw my cock approaching), her lustrous hair and finally her cute ears.

She suddenly froze when she heard the knock. 

"Stud?" There was a soft voice outside. 

"Relax," I said, pulling my cock out of her hands reluctantly. "It's Steffi. I'll get the door, you guys continue and don't worry, Mimi, she's used to crowds."

I hid behind the door to cover my nakedness when I opened it. She entered, clad as I had told her to, in the bathrobe.

Like Vijay had done to Mimi, I too shoved the door back, locked it and pulled her into my arms. She giggled, pleased to notice that I was naked and ready and her hand immediately closed around my wet shaft as I kissed her, shoving my tongue down her throat.

She smelt of soap and shampoo and some exotic perfume. She squeezed my prick with one hand, cradling my balls with the other as we kissed. I was pulling the sash around the robe as we stumbled in.

When she saw Vijay and Mimi on the bed, her eyes opened in surprise and she looked questioningly at me. 

I merely shrugged, continuing to kiss her mouth.

She drew back, her hands still fondling my shaft.

"What is this?" she asked.

By now, Vijay had begun to move up and down over Mimi again. Mimi was too far-gone to resist him and she was lifting her hips in time with his thrusts.

"Surprise, surprise," I murmured to Steffi, kissing her cheek and pushing her robe. She stepped back to allow the dress to fall on the floor. She was really lovely, and when her large tits tumbled out, I could sense that Vijay and Mimi were staring because the bed suddenly stopped creaking.

"That guy is the same friend, huh?" she asked, jerking on my cock as I held on to those lovely tits of hers.

"Yeah. Vijay. And the lady is Mimi" I replied.

"Hello," Vijay greeted her, slowly beginning to continue with his thrusting movements.

"Hi," Mimi's voice was small and raspy. 

"She's so beautiful, stud!" Steffi exclaimed, and holding my cock in her hand led me to the bed.

"She is, huh? She sucks mean. She was just sucking my cock when you knocked."

"Oops, sorry. Can you eat pussy, Mimi?" Steffi enquired when we reached the bed. She reached out and gently squeezed Mimi's boobs.

The girl groaned and stammered, "Never t-tried it."

"There's always a first time. Wait, stud, and let us arrange ourselves. No, you continue to fuck her, Vijay, the poor girl looks so hungry."

"She's ravenous," I supplemented, beginning to run my hands over Steffi's white skin, comparing the color with the starkly contrasting color of Mimi's boobs.

Steffi sort of took charge. She got on the bed and knelt over Mimi's face so that her back was to Vijay and her cunt smack on Mimi's mouth. She groaned and looked down to watch Mimi's pink tongue snaking across the hairless slit.

"You have no hair here," Mimi managed to say, her mouth as it was, blocked off by Steffi's cunt.

"Like it? Then lick it, baby, oh yes, like that, lick my clit."

I climbed on the bed and stood facing Steffi's face, my heels planted on either side of Mimi's head.

Mimi looked up even as she continued to tongue Steffi. From that angle she could see Steffi's lips barely an inch away from my dangling cock.




Hippies On The Beach Ch. 03



"Suck my cock, Steffi," I muttered hoarsely, thrusting my hips forward. She opened her mouth willingly and accepted my first jab. I tingled all over, that familiar tingling which I associated with Steffi's mouth clamped on my cock. I reached down and captured her dangling tits, beginning to maul and knead them.

Vijay craned his neck around so that he could see. When I began to fuck Steffi's mouth, he grabbed Mimi's tits and started to pinch her nipples, his hips now hammering away incessantly. 

Mimi moaned around Steffi's cunt and she moved her hips in time with Vijay's thrusts. 

I reached behind me and rearranged the mirror on the desk so that Vijay could watch Steffi's head bobbing around my cock in the reflection.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck," he chanted, and then, "Shit, I think I am going to come."

This made Mimi lift her hips up suddenly, almost as if she wanted to throw him off the saddle. 

I watched Vijay's cock slamming one last time into Mimi and then he suddenly went rigid. I was so close that I could clearly see the base of his cock expanding and he suddenly jerked his body spasmodically. I knew he was coming in her cunt.

Steffi too must have been on the hair trigger because she began to writhe and rotate her ass, grinding her cunt on Mimi's face. Her hands reached behind her, slipping down and finding Mimi's tits. She tickled the erect nipples, pinching them with her thumb and forefinger to make them swell even more.

I watched Vijay pull his cock out of Mimi's cunt; it was now flaccid and he rolled away, rising off the bed and lowering himself onto a chair so that he could watch the three of us.

I was mercilessly plunging my cock in and out of Steffi's mouth and I felt her tongue playing over the length of the shaft. I groaned as I watched her hand making contact with Mimi's pussy, carefully spreading the cunt lips apart. She let her middle finger trail over the inflamed clit.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and placed it between her two melons. I squished her tits around my member and began sliding them up and down. The feeling was just exquisite. I was really turned on now, at the sight of my red tipped brown cock poking out from between her pink fleshy breasts.

"Oh yessss," she hissed and I watched her jam her finger inside Mimi's cunt. "Fuck my boobs, oh yes, like that, oh yes, faster, stud, faster."

I grabbed her shoulders and really began to slide my dick back and forth in her tit valley. I could see that Mimi, moaning uncontrollably, was swiping her tongue faster and faster over Steffi's cunt lips and thrusting her hips to accept more of the German girl's finger inside her.

I glanced at Vijay. He was fondling his cock, a dazed look on his face. I noticed that his cock was beginning to rise.

"Come on over here, buddy," I told him, fucking her tits furiously. "Get on the bed and maybe Steffi can get you hard again with her mouth."

He complied eagerly, climbing on the bed and planting his feet on either side of Mimi's body, standing behind Steffi. 

Steffi threw her head back and he rose on the balls of his feet so that he could dip his pole into her mouth.

It was too much for me. Mimi licking Steffi's twat, Steffi finger fucking Mimi, Vijay fucking Steffi's mouth and me, fucking her tits. It would be too much for any man, I guess. 

I lowered my hands and pushed together her tits to tightly clamp my cock between them. I jerked up one last time and let out a howl as I erupted, my semen spurting up to hit her chin and then falling into a puddle just above her bunched up tits.

When Mimi's muffled cries echoed in the room, Steffi reached down to pull the girl up into her pussy by grabbing her long hair. Their bodies shuddered and jerked. I watched Vijay step back and masturbate till his juice spurted out all over Steffi's face.

As I collapsed on the bed, the last thing I saw was Mimi rising up to lie down on top of Steffi and licking up our juices off her tits and face and Vijay's voice telling me that the 'mission was accomplished'.

I passed out. And I know it just wasn't because of the grass.



Hippies On The Beach Ch. 04



Michael returned in the night with the news that their tickets couldn’t be postponed by more than two days. A sort of a glum set down on us as I sat in their room with them.

“Oh shit,” Steffi groaned, leaning back into the chair. “Thirty six hours! Is that all that’s left?”

“I’m afraid it is, baby,” he replied morosely. 

I was sitting beside him on the couch, directly opposite Steffi. As usual, she was clad in her skimpy bra and an almost invisible pair of panties. Michael and me were wearing our loose shorts.

And as usual we were smoking pot.

“Oh hell,” I exclaimed. “What’s gonna happen, is gonna happen. So lets make the most out of what time we got.”

She smiled, those cute dimples showing. “Hey Michael, you know what happened today when you were at the airport?”

“You guys fucked,” he replied tonelessly, sending a puff of smoke out of his nostrils.

“Not just we, darling. His friend and the friend’s girl joined.”

This perked him up. “W-what? Without me?”

“Calm down. Hey stud, what say we have a kinda last bash tomorrow? I mean you could invite Vijay and Mimi to the party.”

“No problem. What time does your flight leave, Michael?” 

He glanced at his watch. It was ten in the night. “Tomorrow, this time we will be at the airport.”

I picked up the phone and dialed. I knew it was futile, because Vijay had informed me that he would be going over to Mimi’s place.

“Her husband’s on the night shift. That means we got the place all to ourselves,” he had grinned.

“Whom you calling?” Michael asked suspiciously. 

I sighed and cradled the phone back on the hook.

“Just took a chance. I was wondering if I could get my friend and his girl. No luck. The guy’s at her place already.”

“Oh come on,” Steffi said impatiently, crushing her weed in the ashtray. “I would have loved three cocks on me and that wonderful cunt of that girl’s, but I guess I’ll settle for two.”

She pushed her bra down, exposing her heavy tits. The grass had already got into her; she was horny and it showed in her nipples, which were already erect. Still seated on the chair, she spread her knees apart and thrust her panties aside to reveal her cunt.

We made her wait, partly to tease her and partly to finish our weeds, and watched her playing with her pussy with one hand and fondling her tit with the other. All the time, she was looking at us, a lewd smile playing across her face.

“I liked that part when you put your cock between my tits,” she purred.

“He what?” Michael asked, his jaw dropping.

“I wanted to fuck her tits and I did that,” I answered for her. “You never did that?”

He fixed his gaze at her tits hanging out of her bra. She had pushed the bra down so that it looked like an elastic strap was wrapped around her body, just below her tits. It also made her tits seem larger than they really were because the bra pushed them up and bunched them together.

“Never really thought of doing that, dude,” he answered, slowly crushing his weed in the ashtray. I could see the bulge inside his shorts. Apparently, the thought of fucking Steffi’s tits was turning him on.

“So why don’t you?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Why not? Come over here baby, that chair’s gonna be too small because I want you to see you sucking his cock when I fuck your tits.”

I moved over to one edge of the couch to make room for her.

“No, no. You stand by that edge. Let her lie down with her head between your legs.”

She giggled as she sashayed her way to where we were. She lay down on her back on the couch and I raised one leg to rest my heel on it. She leaned her head on my bent knee and raised her face to look up at me.

As he rose to push down his shorts, she slid one hand inside my shorts and fished out my cock. It was still semi-erect and all she had to do was turn her head and open her mouth. The feeling of her hot and moist mouth enveloping my cock inside it was heavenly.

He was naked by this time, revealing a very stiff cock. He got onto the couch, straddling her waist. Since she was leaning against my bent knee, it was as if she was sitting on the couch, using my knee as a backrest. He had to kneel right in front of her body so that his cock was in level with her bunched up tits.

As I began to pump my cock in and out of her mouth, he arranged his cock between her tits. He had to slightly pull her bra further down over her body to get his cock trapped between her huge tits.

He started to rock to and fro.

“Hold her tits together so that you don’t slip out,” I instructed, marveling at the way I was dictating the action.

“Shit man, you really got some exciting things to do with tits,” he gasped as he pushed her tits together. His cock disappeared in her cleavage and he began to move to and fro again.

“Ugghhh, this feels great,” he said. My cock instantly hardened and was full mast when I saw her tits getting fucked. I too began to move my hips now, fucking her mouth. I pulled back her head so that I could watch her white pretty face getting impaled with my black cock.

“It’s a bit dry, man,” he groaned.

“Go get some oil or cream,” I told him.

He pulled out his cock and got off. I grabbed her cheeks and began to fuck her mouth earnestly. She lapped the underside of my cock, one hand fondling my balls.

He came back carrying a can of cold cream. “Found it in her purse,” he explained. She shivered when she felt the cream being smeared over her tits but continued to suck my cock.

He threw the can on the couch. He climbed on the couch and knelt down in front of her. He pulled apart her heavy tits and parked his cock between them. This time his cock slid easily back and forth in her cleavage as he cupped her tits together.

She moaned around my cock and struggled to watch his cock spearing her tits. She had to struggle because I wasn’t about to let her take her mouth off my cock. Her lips were like vice, clamping my pulsating shaft between them. Too, she was salivating now, so that it felt like my shaft was drowned in it.

His thrusts were making her body move up and down so that I quit shoving my hips to and fro, allowing my dick to slide in and out of her mouth as her body moved.

“Oh shit, this is really good, oh god, baby, your tits feel so hot and tight around my cock, oh yeah baby, suck him, come on and suck his cock.”

There he goes, I thought. He just couldn’t get off his rocks without talking. 

“Oh yeah, man, shaft her mouth, fuck her face, oh yeah, this is good, so good, oh fuck, I love this, oh yeah, you horny bitch, come on and suck him, I’m going to blast my load over your tits and watch his load splatter on your face, go on, suck his black cock, you bitch.”

Steffi was sucking furiously on my dick, fondling my balls, while her body moved up and down and across my knees. She struggled to accommodate his cock between her tits without letting it out; not wanting to perhaps break the rhythm with which she was sucking on my cock. 

I would have never believed a couple of days ago that I’d be having a white girl resting on her back on my knees, sucking voraciously on my cock and getting her tits fucked by her boyfriend at the same time.

Watching her pretty white face stuffed with my dark cock and her tits jiggling around his pale dick at the same time was one hell of a turn on for me. I wanted it to last for as long as it was possible; but what the hell! A guy’s got his limitations and I knew I had reached mine. 

I blocked off his endless torrent of comments that he was making, and concentrated on fucking her mouth. I indulged in what was another turn on for me; pulling her long blonde hair till I could twirl the strands around my cock.

I recalled what he had told her: blast his load over her tits and then watch me splattering my juice on her face.

I guess I let him down if he meant that I would come after he did.

I let out a cry and shoved my dick in her mouth, feeling it expand and then contract again as I exploded.

I vaguely heard him shout at me, “Pull it out, damn it, pull it out and let me watch!”

Reluctantly, I pulled my spurting cock out of her mouth. She had swallowed almost half of my juice so that what splattered onto her face was not much. Still, I managed to wet her cheeks and her forehead.

As I drew back to watch my juice dribbling down over her face, he cried out, pushing her tits together and speeding up his movements. 

He pushed her down roughly on the couch so she was spread eagled on it. He straddled her again and pushed his cock back between her squishy and rubbery tits. This time around, she held them together and he grabbed her shoulders and moved fervently to and fro, bucking like a bull gone crazy.

And boy, he did he blast! He covered her entire tits and her chin with a copious amount of his juice till it looked like she had a gallon of milk splashed over her there.

Sure I had let him down. I wasn’t supposed to have come before him. 

But what the hell! Every guy has at least one day off at the office!

******

THE GROUP THAT HAD PRACTICALLY OCCUPIED THE shrubs for the past couple of days had moved away and it was here that we chose to have the final rendezvous. 

The entire entourage assembled late in the afternoon; the time when the beach wears a forlorn look after the furious activities of the morning. Vijay was there with Mimi (conveniently, her husband was out of station) and there was the German couple. I looked around the shrubs. It was as quiet as a cemetery, save for an American couple making out in another shrub quite far away from us.

The smell of grass permeated around us; and the initial apprehension was slowly disappearing. Pot does that. Besides, it also sets the adrenalin pumping. I was excited and the fact that this would be our final fling had increased the level of anticipation in me.

The sand was pretty hot and so was the air around us. The two girls wore one-piece bikini suits, as if it was pre-arranged (maybe it was). Vijay and me wore identical thin t-shirts above our loose shorts while Michael preferred just a pair of cut-away denim shorts, leaving his chest bare.

Michael seemed to be fascinated with Mimi. She was looking gorgeous; there was no doubt about that. The top of her bikini wasn’t cut as low as Steffi’s and it concealed most of her tits. But I could easily make out the shape of her firm tits and the way her nipples punched the front.

Steffi, on the other hand, was wearing a bikini that had a plunging neckline. It revealed almost half of her big tits. At the moment, she was seated between Vijay and me and I noticed that he kept glancing at her semi exposed tits and her long legs.

After the second round of tokes was over, Michael made the first move. 

“Come here, you delicious morsel,” he slurred, looking at Mimi and patting the sand next to him. She giggled, blushing, and sidled toward him.

He was lying with his back against a palm tree and when she was within reach, he simply pulled her over to him. She squealed, sprawling over his body and between his legs.

“Feel that bumping against your belly?” he enquired of her, drawing her closer to him. He bent his head down and kissed her mouth. He garlanded her waist with one hand, and lifted his hips; apparently, he was grinding his erection against her belly.

Her face was raised to his and now she groped below, pushing her hands down to that which was ‘bumping against her belly’. She had to pull back slightly as he refused to let go of the kiss and I could see her hands pushing his shorts down. 

When he lifted his hips to allow her to slide down his shorts, he had to support her weight as she was lying on his top. Her hands managed to push his shorts down over his knees and he used his legs expertly to divest himself off it.

His hard cock sprang out and though she couldn’t see it, she groped down to seize it in her fist. We heard her moaning in his mouth and we saw him cupping and fondling the front of her bikini.

Like him, Steffi too was leaning back against a tree with her legs splayed out in front of her. The bottom of her bikini was drawn up over the top of her thighs to reveal her pubic mound. Casually, I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, reaching for her tit on the far side.

I winked at Vijay and nodded to him. He did what I did: put his arm around her shoulder from the other side to cup her half naked tit on my side. We watched Michael and Mimi like that, Steffi between Vijay and me, each of us cupping and fondling a tit apiece. 

Steffi wasn’t idle either. Her eyes fixed on the gyrating couple in front of us she reached down to cup our cocks straining inside our shorts. 

Leaning towards her, I whispered, “Take my cock out of my shorts.”

She did without looking down. Not only did she pull my cock outside my shorts, she did the same to Vijay too. 

And so we sat there, with Steffi fondling our cocks, we kneading her tits (both of us had pulled down the top of her bikini to expose her big tits) as we watched Michael and Mimi grapple in front of us.

“Whoa, baby,” he told Mimi, pulling his mouth away. “Get out of that dress. I want to see you naked.”

She leaned back and urgently pulled out the bikini, pushing down the straps and wriggling out of it. Her eyes were on his throbbing cock and she was licking her lips. When she was naked, he said,

“Stand here between my legs and face me. I want to eat your cunt.”

She walked up to him and leaned against the tree. Below her, he grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him. We could see her ass pushing deeper into his face and she stifled a scream when he began to lick her cunt.

It was erotic. Her hair hung half way to her back and the rest of her body was in sharp contrast to his white body sprawled out under her. 

I pulled Steffi so that she was leaning sideways and down, her face in my lap. I looked down to see the tip of her pink tongue flick out of her mouth and lick my dark erect cock.

“No,” I told her, sinking my hands in her blonde hair. “Don’t just lick, take it in your mouth.”

She smiled at me and did that. I groaned when I felt her hot mouth enveloping my cock and she began to bob her head, content with sucking only half of my cock while she held the bottom half and jerked it with one fist.

Vijay drew back and pulled the bottom of her body so that she was lying on the sand on her side. He pulled out her bikini, revealing her pink glowing body. He sprawled out on the sand and his head disappeared between her lush legs.

She moaned around my cock as she felt him lapping away at her cunt and raised one leg to throw it around his head. Trapped as he was between her legs, he had no option but to lick her cunt. I could see his tongue flicking up and down over her slit, occasionally sliding inside her cunt lips. 

She pulled out my cock and moaned, “Lick my clit, please!” and went back to sucking my cock.

I could see Vijay’s tongue stabbing her swollen clit and she almost screamed around my cock. I slid my hands down and captured her tits, kneading them, pinching the engorged nipples.

I glanced at Michael and Mimi. They were now doing the reverse of what they had been doing. Michael was standing on the sand and Mimi, kneeling down was sucking on his cock. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed and he groaned. Obviously, this chick knew how to suck cock. His hands were at the back of her head and he was actually fucking her mouth.

Steffi rolled over. “I want a cock in my pussy,” she said. 

Vijay was sliding up her body and in quicker time than it takes to say Jack Smith, was positioning his cock into her cunt. I didn’t release my cock from her mouth and continued fucking her face.

She moaned around my cock and I knew that Vijay was inside her. 

“Get on your knees,” I told her.

She did and Vijay didn’t waste any time plunging his cock into her from behind. This way it was easier for her to suck my cock.

I glanced at the other two and was surprised that they were fucking standing up. Michael had her standing up against the tree, her hips around his and was plunging away into her. He kept his mouth on hers and I guess they liked tasting each other after eating their cock and cunt. It was a turn on: she was so black and he was white. She was on his body like a monkey climbs a coconut tree. He was holding her hips as he moved furiously.

Vijay too was banging away inside Steffi as I was inside her mouth. I had reached below her to take hold of her dangling tits.

Michael started to roar and Mimi to scream. Obviously they were coming.

“Come outside my cunt, please. I don’t want to take a chance,” she said.

So he pulled his cock out of her cunt and blasted his load over her belly. He was shuddering and shivering. So was she.

That signaled Vijay’s orgasm. The sight of them coming, I suppose was too much for him. He began to push into her urgently: short and quick strokes, and then pulled out his cock. It erupted, landing on her back.

That left me. As I had said, I had one day off at the office. Now, I was the last to come. I grabbed her cheeks and really fucked her mouth. She gagged, but took my cock without flinching.

“Where?” I asked her.

She pointed at her tits, cupping them. I stroked one last time and then pulled out. She fell back on the sand and I straddled her. I felt her tongue licking my balls as I furiously jerked off my cock.

I came in copious bursts. It landed on her tits and one spray went as far as her belly. 

I collapsed on her body and she clamped her legs around my back. We lay like that for quite a while. I glanced around me. Vijay was totally fucked up; Michael and Mimi were lying under the tree, watching us, their chests heaving.

And it was still afternoon. We made our way to our room and the games we played are too crazy to write about.

At one point, Steffi had a cock in her mouth, one up her cunt and one between her tits. And all this time, Mimi was sucking her cunt. Don’t ask me how we managed it: its true.

Mimi insisted that she too wanted it and we obliged.

Too soon it was time for them to go. We exchanged addresses, though I knew that neither Vijay, nor me could ever visit them. 

Vijay hated goodbyes, so I dropped them off to the airport. At the airport, Michael asked the cabbie to get a bottle of fenny for him. No cabbie refuses fenny for foreigners. We told him we would take care of his cab.

When the cabbie went off to get the fenny, Michael stood outside the cab to keep a watch; he leaned against the cab. As a goodbye, Steffi and me got into the back of the cab and I tit fucked her. It’s very uncomfortable doing it in a car, but it’s worth it. Steffi pulled up her blouse and bra and leaned back. I straddled her and put my cock between her tits. She normally had pulled down her garments and when I asked why she had pulled them up, she told me that she wanted a souvenir. I gave it to her by splashing my come on her bra.

The cabbie came back with the fenny and it was time for them to check-in. You are not allowed to go inside the Departure lounge, so I said my goodbye and took the same cab back. 

Vijay wanted to stay on at Goa, but I didn’t. He had Mimi, though he said he would share her with me. I didn’t want that.

And to think that apart from jerking off and being jerked off, I had never even fucked in my life!

Even though the Government has banned hippies, I am going to go to Goa, because foreigners still visit the place. And who knows, I might find people like Michael and Steffi again!



Hippies On The Beach



“Oh. I’m sorry”

“Don’t be. If we hadn’t split, I wouldn’t be here,” I laughed, astonished at the way I was managing so far. Were these guys really so gullible?

“Does grass make you hard?” he asked.

I laughed. “Doesn’t it do that to you?” I shot back.

“Of course, it does,” interjected Steffi, extending the hand that didn’t hold the cigarette, to his lap and brushing his crotch with her fingers.

I felt as if my cock would rip out of my jeans.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, lowering the weed from his lips, parting his legs in front of him to allow Steffi’s hand the access she needed.

“The answer is obvious,” I replied and he glanced at the bulge between my legs as I stretched my legs out in front of me, partly to relieve the tension there.

“You are hard!” he laughed. “Look, Steffi, he is hard.”

She laughed too, looking between my legs. I could see her hand cup his crotch as she leaned sideways towards me, “you are,” she whispered, conspiratorially, “ You are missing your girl?”

She leaned forward further to get a firm grip on his crotch. Her heavy breasts pushed against the front of her halter, straining against the material, as if wanting to be free. Even as he sucked on the weed, he brought one hand down over his body and put it over hers, pressing it into the bulge. I detected a slight upward thrust of his hips.

I pretended to sigh. “Yes, I do. Especially when I get stoned. Pot makes me horny as hell, and I’m way past the age where I could be satisfied with self gratification.”

They laughed and he said, “I like you, Shyam. You are different from the rest.” 

I heard him groan; I figure she must have squeezed his balls harder. Then, he tossed aside the butt, got up to sit on the grass and leaned forward to kiss his girl squarely on her mouth. She moaned, stubbing out her weed too, putting her arms around his shoulder and kissing him right back.

I saw their mouths open, and then he drew back and began to lick her lips with the flat of his tongue, making her giggle and squirm. They scooted towards each other, her legs spreading to accommodate him between them. His hands crept up to take hold of her halter-clad tits and she now reached down with both her hands, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling down the zipper. 

He groaned, his hands tightening around her tits as her hand disappeared inside the cut-off jeans he was wearing. Obviously, she had taken hold of his cock, because I saw the slow rhythmic movements within his jeans. He stopped licking her lips and pushed out his tongue. She opened her mouth, leaned forward and commenced to suck on it.

I was now in a state of extreme agitation, and was amazed that I hadn’t blasted my load in my pants. It must have been the deadly combination of the Xylocaine and the fact that I had jerked off around an hour ago. It was getting to be damned difficult for me to not whip out my cock at the sight of the pink faced blonde getting fondled all over and doing the same to her partner.

He pulled out the knot of the halter and it parted, allowing her big tits to tumble out. Boy! Were they gorgeous! They were big, round, without any kind of sag, and capped by large pink nipples. 

The roar of the waves as they lashed to the shore was forgotten and all I could now hear were the moans and sighs; strangely, I ignored the group next to us and concentrated only on this German couple.

I saw his head bend down and he buried his face between her tits. She gasped, her body arching and pushing into him. I watched him lift his hip off the grass and realized that she was pushing his jeans down over his legs.

The group next to us had lit up some kind of battery-operated lamps, and that arrangement gave me the opportunity to see the action more clearly. His organ was pretty impressive; around seven inches of meat, now at full mast, topped off with red fiery glans dripping pre-cum (it glistened off the reflection of the lamps). Her hands grasped his dick and he groaned, his voice muffled by her tits. He drew back, flicked out his tongue, and began to lick one nipple.

I was almost trembling with lust when I watched his hands sliding down her curves to find the Velcro strap that held her skirt together. He pulled at it without any ceremony; she didn’t have to lift her hips: the skirt merely parted to reveal black panties, her strong thighs, and the flat smooth belly. 

She arched her back again and rubbed his cock head against her belly. I began to fidget where I was seated, barely at arms length from the couple.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled, rather sensually, I thought, and in her husky voice said, “Hey, sorry, friend. We told you we get real horny when we are stoned. Feeling left out?”

Michael mumbled something from between her tits. She removed one hand from his groin and beckoned to me, “Come here. You don’t have to sit out.”

I saw Michael roll over the lower side of his body so that he was now crouching on his knees to her left. He looked up at me and grinned, “Come on. You don’t have to feel left out. Join the party. What are friends for?” He leaned down and took her left breast into his mouth, sucking on it now, not just her nipple, but also the entire tit flesh. 

My throat was dry and my heart was racing away like crazy. There is no need to mention that my dick was hard as steel inside my trousers. I wasn’t about to let go of the opportunity, so I sidled towards her. Only a couple of pushes across the sandy grass and I was right next to her, on her right.

She turned to me, tilted her face up, and holding the back of my head with one hand drew me down to her lips. Boy! Her open mouth enveloped mine and it was so quickly done, I didn’t even have the time to open my mouth. My lips were still compressed when I felt her wet tongue slither over them.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I let them lie stiffly at my sides. Now, she brought both her hands behind my head and pulled me tighter against her hot mouth. No sooner I opened my mouth, than I felt her tongue invade me. I felt the tip licking the roof of my mouth, lapping at my teeth and gums, before dueling with my tongue.

My nose is pretty long, so that, by closing one eye, I could see her cheek, so white in sharp contrast to my brown skin. She moved one hand and grabbed one of mine, guiding it to her right breast.

I almost lost it when I felt my palms surrounding her large tit. Involuntarily, I groaned and began squeezing the melon, feeling her pointed nipple jabbing the center of my palm. Making sure that my lips would remain fused with hers, she withdrew her other hand from my head, and I felt it snake down over my belly, till she was cupping my cock over the rough cloth of my pants. I shuddered.

Throughout it all, I kept my eyes open, fascinated by the contrast in the color of our skins. I saw Michael pushing his body down, wriggling like a snake till his face was practically on the ground. He grabbed her thigh nearest to him and yanked it to him. This sort of half opened her. One leg was still curled up under her, the second leg, he held up and apart. I saw his face rising up over the leg he was holding, and then, he pushed his face between her legs, right over her panties.

She let out a loud moan in my mouth, still refusing to pull back her lips; in stead, she shoved her tongue as deep as she could into my throat. Her hands were fumbling with the buttons of my trousers and I thought she was taking an awful lot of time undressing me. So I thrust my hands below and helped her to unbuckle my pants. She gripped the waistband and pushed down; I lifted my hips and pretty soon, both, trousers and underwear, were down to my ankles.

Suddenly, she released me. I saw her do the same with him.

“Wait, wait,” she panted, “Let’s get more comfortable”

She crouched on her fours between us, like a bitch in heat, and pulled at my cock. I understood: spreading my legs apart after divesting myself of my clothing, I slid forward, till my legs, bent at the knees were lying on either side of her face. 

“Oh my, you are hard,” she breathed, bending down, and grabbing hold of my dick. The first time I felt her hands on my cock, I shivered and thought I had come. Amazingly, I did not. A part of my brain was telling me to let go; the other part willed me to hold back, to prolong it as long as it was possible.

I felt Michael crawling on the ground below us, and when she started to slide my cock to and fro in one fist, cupping my balls in the palm of the other hand, I watched him arrange his body directly below her. His face was now under her knees, his legs sprawled out, his cock pointing straight up to the sky. 

He held the side of her hips and hauled himself up, adjusting the length of his body, and then, his head rose. I realized that he was kissing her pussy through her panties.

Meanwhile, Steffi was breathing hot air on my shaft. I looked down through almost half closed eyes and watched her reach out one finger and rub it against my cock head. The finger came away, glistening with my pre-cum. My mouth opened in astonishment as she slid the finger in her mouth.

As I knelt at her head, I reached down and captured her heavy tits in my palms, kneading them and then squeezing them in an action that was similar as trying to coax out fluid from her nipples. She pushed my cock back against my belly, and then stuck out her tongue. I groaned aloud as she slid the wet tongue slowly and completely over the bottom of my shaft.

Her hair had fallen down over her shoulders, and with a quick flick of her hand, she pushed them to one side, as if she was clearing the way for me to be able to see her tongue snake across the length of my cock.

“Oh my God!” I breathed, my body jerking spasmodically. 

I heard a rip of cloth and glanced up in time to see Michael tear the thin panties in two pieces. I couldn’t see her cunt, but I did see him opening his mouth and rising up to kiss her there.

“Oh yessss…” she hissed, and abruptly, took me completely inside her mouth.

It was heaven! She didn’t waste time, beginning to bob her head up and down and I watched, fascinated, as my dark cock slid in and out of her mouth, her full red lips cruising the length and width of the flesh effortlessly.

Very slowly, making sure that my dick did not slip out of her bobbing mouth, she rose until she got into a kneeling position. Taking equal care, I too rose from my kneeling position till I was standing on the grass.

So there I was. A white blond girl on her knees sucking my cock as I kneaded her ample bosom. Another white guy lying on his back, eating out her pussy.

I grabbed the sides of her face and began thrusting my cock into her mouth, using her oral opening as if it was a cunt. She groped behind her till she found his cock and began to jerk him off, grinding her pussy into her face.

I drew back till my cock was outside her mouth. She moaned, disappointed. But when I began rubbing my dark cock all over her face, she murmured her approval. I rubbed the tip of my cock over her forehead, pushing back her blond hair. Then, I rubbed it in her soft hair before moving it down to rub it over her pert little nose. I painted her cheeks with my pre-cum, and then rubbed her chin with it. Finally, after teasingly rubbing her chin, I put it carefully inside her open mouth, thrusting forward as I did so.

I looked beyond her and saw her fist, now a blur on his cock. He too assisted her, raising and lowering his hips. It pretty much looked like he was literally fucking her fist. His loose skin at the tip was being pulled back, exposing his angry red glans on his upstroke; and then as she jerked it up, it was as if the skin covered up his glans out of fear of being scratched.

I picked up speed. Silently thanking Vijay for the anesthetic, I began to fuck her hot mouth faster. She gurgled happily, trying to take me in her throat. I was not really keen on getting my dick in as far as that; all I wanted to feel was the pleasurable vacuum that her mouth was creating as she sucked on my dick. I saw her cheeks hollowing as she sucked in, then bulging as she breathed out.

“AARGHHH…” Michael grunted and I looked up quickly in time to watch his juice leap out from his cock high above him. It started raining back onto his belly, jet after jet of the stuff.

I jammed my cock into her sucking mouth, gripped her hair and bellowed, throwing back my head as I felt my juice race out from my cock. Gasping for breath, I looked down and saw that she was struggling to swallow my load. I knew it would not be possible for her to do so because I was coming real hard and fast. Sure enough, I filled up her mouth, and then watched the overflow dribbling out, leaking from the side of her lips.

I looked on triumphantly. He was white, she was white and I was not.

But the color of his juice was just like mine!