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Rocking On Tour Ch. 01

By: csn61



Chapter 1: Rocking in Bombay

When I checked into the Hotel, she appeared somewhat lost and distracted behind the reception counter. The welcome coolness of the Hotel was so relieving in contrast to the cab ride in blazing tropical sun of Bombay now called Mumbai that I had just endured from the airport.

'Hi' I said keeping my suitcase down on the glittering marble floor and smiled at her.

She looked up and smiled her official smile reserved for all visitors at the counter and said, "Hello sir, Welcome to Hotel Meadow"

I said leaning towards her absorbing the cool air and the light perfume that wafted across the counter with it, "I have my room reserved here by my agent in London for three days from today... The name is Rock Hard"

She fiddled with her keyboard and looked up and cocked her head and asked, "Hard, you said, sir... Rock Hard?" She spoke with a cultivated but sweet English accent.

"Yes, of Course," I said innocently looking over her mid-30-ish full figured brown body clad in a tight chiffon sari and sleeveless blouse.

While she went about clicking more buttons and get some long ledger for me to sign, I thought about how my name should sound to others. Well. I was born with it....My great grandparents had migrated from Kenya to UK in their youth and settled there and I was an Englishman by birth. Sure, it looked simple for them to adopt a surname like 'Hard' derived from their native Swahili name of Hurdiwe.

But saddled as I was with the first name of Rock, it certainly sounded phony and hardly hid the sexual undertones when they said 'Rock Hard' like this woman had just now. Am I for real, they would have thought...? Or who are you kidding? Carrying such a provocative name for a tall black (I mean African descent) Englishman like me indeed did raise many an eyebrow.

"Mr. Hard, here is your reservation," she said pleasantly enough but did I notice a twinkle in her eye or was I imagining things; pointing to where I was supposed to sign.

She did look sultry and tempting. Her waist and hips were well formed and stood out conspicuously beneath her sari. She was as only a little shorter than me. And I was 6 ft and a few inches, so she was certainly tall for an Indian woman

"A/C suite... Room no 696 Sixth Floor sir" she said matter–of-factly and turned and her sari fell away with the swift motion, revealing her big and bouncy jugs held in a tight silk blouse with a deep-V and I could see her soft rounded upper breasts from where I stood.

"Oh well, Thanks" I said enjoying the sight. "Will there be a bellboy, Miss..." I asked haltingly. She completed immediately, "Patil. Bhumi for you..." and smiled. She had nice teeth and when her crimson yummy lips widened, she sported a dimple too. "Hello Bhumi, I am Rock from UK," I extended my hand and clasped her soft and tender brown one and shook it cursorily. Her eyes flashed at our touch and miraculously my peter yawned and stretched in its tight confines of my jeans. I let go and leaned toward her and asked conspiratorially, "I am new to this city, I was wondering if someone would be..." She nodded her head and her dark black hair danced with the movement.

"Certainly, sir, we have Tour desk and there are guided tours daily..." she replied as if she was not sure that was what I was looking for. She was right, I wasn't.

"Well, I will have to make do with it, I guess," I whispered and picked up my suitcase and turned toward the elevator lobby. When I turned back from near the elevator entrance, she was looking at me with a wonder and I hoped the ice was thawing.

The room was pretty nice and was as comfortable as you would expect in a four star grade hotel. The view from the window showed the Dadar beach and the sea seemed calm at the time. I stripped and showered and the water was cool and pleasant and thought about the sultry looking wench I had met at the Reception.

Bhumi....Hmmm....she was a pretty nice well kept mid 30s kind of woman, the very kind I go for. The brief glimpse of her brown Indian flesh I had seen thorough her tops made my cock stiffen beneath the cool invigorating jets of shower. I massaged my thick burgeoning cock with my left hand and it pulsed as balls hardened under the chillness of water. I was blessed with a long and big monster...These were the terms used by the women I had bedded and not my own bragging. I did not disagree with them either. At 8 inch length and a girth filling a healthy clenched palm and with a hunger matched only by its ever wakeful state, my cock had served me well.

Now it was aching for some action. It was nearly eight days since I had left UK and had sex with my former girlfriend Torrie who I casually dated when I found time. I was yet to make a debut here in the land of Kamasutra. I wondered if Bhumi was worth chasing.

I dried off and sprinkled some Musk talcum powder on myself. I changed into corduroy shorts and white T shirt and stepped out of the room to grab some tea and snacks. It was 3.00 PM and the lunch on the plane had not been not filling enough. I went over to the Reception automatically and was pleasantly surprised to see Bhumi moving out. A darker and lithe teenage girl was taking over. "Hi, Bhumi" I cleared my throat and she turned to face me.

Her 'pallu' (that is the part of sari draped over the shoulders) had fallen down as she was now more informal and I was sure she was knocking off from her duty. She smiled. "Hello Mr. Hard. Hope you find the room in order and to your liking. Where are you off to, sir?" She smiled. It was really bewitching. She threw her hair back and her full breasts reared up and down in her tight blouse making my throat go dry. 

"Jolly good show," I said wonderingly hoping the English expression was adequate. "What?" she muttered uncomprehendingly, arching her eyebrows. "Well... the Hotel, I mean, the Room and view and all..." I said trying not to sound too sheepish. She smiled broadly. She knew what I had seen and meant. "Call me Rock... Can you show me to the café and we can have some tea too," again hoping it did not sound like a blatant opening.

"No, not at all, Mr. Hard...er...Rock" she laughed at her clumsiness in addressing me and moved near me. The perfume again. Like sandalwood or incense, very intoxicating too.

Her sari was really pleasing to the eye and the contents infinitely more so. She was well built, can be termed buxom if you will and carried herself gracefully. Her curves moved in rhythm like sine waves as she strode along the marble floor toward the distant thatched roof café.

I was wearing nothing below my corduroy shorts and as my cock showed signs of awakening distinctly now, I hoped the bulge was not conspicuous in the café as there were quite few tourists seated there. It was bright and sunny and Bhumi ushered us to a corner seat that had good vista of the beach behind. As she sat down I could clearly see her brown skinned soft globes temptingly swell out of her blouse tops and she draped her sari around her well rounded waist tightly as she sat opposite me. It was a cane chair and the cushions were hard. So was my cock. It was at least seven inches and growing. I was sure if I stood up then she could see the tent projecting out between my legs.

I made an effort to suppress my predicament.

"So, Bhumi...It's your City and your Hotel... You can order what you feel tastes good," I said chivalrously. "Oh, you want to eat something?" she asked.

I could think of several things to eat then and there .I looked at her hungrily.

"Yes, some snacks won't be out of place. My stomach is grumbling." "They make yummy cutlets and pakoras too" (Pakoras are fried spicy snacks). "I am sure that will suit me fine and something to drink" I shrugged stretching and looking at the golden chain hanging precariously in the valley formed by her soft sloping tits. We relaxed with the snacks and lemon tea that tasted fresh and tangy.

Bhumi looked at me from over her plate. I was eating the snacks and feeding my eyes on her yummy looking boobs too at the same time and I am sure she must have noticed it this time around.

"So Rock, what brings you to Mumbai and India?" she asked casually licking tomato sauce from her long artistic looking finger. I gulped. "Taj mahal and the Himalayas" I said, not entirely untrue.

"You have been there, already?" she asked me "Not yet, just arrived, you know" I reminded her "Of Course, How stupid of me!" she giggled at her faux pas.

I interrupted, "Bhumi ...Never heard of an Indian name like that before, I know several Indians back in England. What does it mean?" "Well" she said coquettishly," It means earth, wet earth...You know the kind ready to be ploughed by farmers"

"I am sure farmers would enjoy that," I said impulsively. "What?" She said again not sure what I meant. She had this way of saying 'what' which was seemed both innocent and provocative at the same time.

"Wet earth and farmers...Hmmm...I love the smell of wet soil" I said thinking of something that belonged to her than the earth itself, but bore close resemblance. If you catch what I mean! Thus the small talk went on and Bhumi was somehow very inspired to talk to me the first evening at length. Call it dame luck or what you will but the dame here was telling all about herself in an hour so as we sat here sipping hot tea after tea.

It appears that Bhumi, the Earth Girl, was a sad divorcee of 35 years. Sad in the sense, she was a victim of some redundant and idiotic Indian superstition. She was married to some semi-literate businessman arranged by her poor parents when she was only 18. They thought by marrying her off to a rich man would assure her of a stable future. She bore two children after ten years of a loveless marriage. Two daughters and no son meant only 'hell and suffering' to her man and he deserted her, resulting in a long drawn out divorce.. Sons are that important in some claustrophobic Indian families and prejudice against fair sex is not unheard of, she told me

She lived with her two daughters, Smitha and Anu. They were 17 and 10 years of age. She had worked hard and studied in the nights to complete Hotel management and become a senior staffer in the Hotel Meadow. That was three years ago.

She cried a little when she recounted all this. I was by now seated next to her and my arms were round her smooth shoulders patting consolingly.

Abruptly she looked at me and said, "Why, Rock... I do not know what got into me. I am talking to you as if you are my soul mate, whereas I ...we..." "We are no more strangers, Ok honey..? I am your friend..." I patted her smooth brown shoulders more and moved closer to her soft contours in the next seat.

I had told her briefly about my own separation and loneliness back home too. All this seemed to be striking a right chord somewhere deep within us.

She hurried to go. She had daughters waiting at home and it was a long way across the city in local train, she told me. I caressed her soft full bodied feminine form once as she stood up even as I was seated. Her cheeks reddened at this and her eyes sparkled with untold feelings cooped up. She was like a volcano suppressed for a long time. But she had to go. My cock shriveled back reluctantly into its shell.

I was content to let her go and consoled myself that night with a session of masturbation.

The next day I woke early and was swimming my third long lap in the pool when I saw her walking up to greet me.

"Hello Good morning, Rock" she said brightly leaning toward me as I swam to the wall and edged closer to getting out. If anything, her blue silk sari was draped tighter across her big form and her brown arms and shoulders shone like polished ebony in the morning light. "Good Morning yourself, Bhumi, Will you join me in the pool?" I asked although I knew the answer. "I am on duty now and so I can't... some other time, some other place" she waved me to come out. Some other place, huh? Whatever did she mean? I got up, wet shorts sticking to my sculpted groins and water pouring down over my black skin as I stood like an exhibit in front of her. I had to seduce her, I felt. Move aggressively, I urged myself.

Bhumi's eyes sparkled again and she smiled as she looked over my 6 ft tall black form...All man... aching for her. If only she knew... She talked about yesterday and was wondering how quickly we had become friends so soon. I made similar light talk too. I started getting hard just standing there looking at her lovely big form clad in silk.

I turned away before she could notice my growing hard-on "Can you come up to my room? I want to show you some gifts from my last trip to Africa"

"Africa? I would love to... well," she looked over at the Reception. There were already two staffers in there. "It's too early in the day for much work there. Yes, I guess I can spend some time away now" Her eyes shined brightly as she made a decision that pleased her.

My heart was thumping madly as we went up the elevator, standing close to her sweet smelling form. I hugged her impulsively and she snuggled for the time that the Lift traveled for 4 floors and then broke free saying things like "Hey, you are too fast, I must be mad" and so on.

My hands were shaking with anticipation as I turned the key in the door lock.

As soon as we are inside, it was she who flung herself at me madly. I embraced her tightly and her soft cushiony boobs mashed against my naked black chest.

Our mouths met in a rush. Twisting tongues and wet lips all over each other, we gasped as we made our way into the room. My cock was poking her soft belly like a pistol.

As we broke for breath she blurted, " Oh Rock, I am sorry, I don't know why I behaved so...so..." She could not find further words as my mouth engaged hers again in a soft slithering battle that heightened our passion. My hands busied themselves in uncovering the goodies that only my eyes had feasted on. I stripped her down to inner petticoat as I removed yards of silk sari in mad hurry with one arm looping it over and over as I uncovered her brown Junoesque form.

She was gripping me tightly across the waist and her soft hands now moved into the elastic of my jocks on to my naked hips. I gasped with lust at her soft cool touch and I myself removed my jocks in a hurry with the other hand allowing it to join the heap of her sari on the carpeted floor...

My rigid hot black cock swung up free like a released arrow striking against o the sensitive underbelly of Bhumi. My hands all but ripped her blouse away exposing her brown milky globes covered in a sheer lacy bra that struggled to uphold them.

Even as my trembling fingers sought to unhook and free the beauties, she looked at my erect manhood for the first time and stood back, her brown jugs and their inch long dark nipples straining to get harder, making a beautiful silhouette of light and shade against the drawn window curtains. "Oh Rock... What...what a man!" was all she could say as her hands eagerly and tentatively closed over my thick straining length and I drew her back to me again.

She had to tilt my cock up and away to allow closer contact in our embrace. I mean, today my prick was really sticking its nose out.

As I crumpled up her petticoat in my bare hands, I realized as it went up way above her upper thighs that she was wearing no panties below.

As she was uncovered fully now, I stood back and looked at the gift bestowed on me that morning in India.

She was tall and big, you already know that but I felt her big soft feminine form in all its abundance and glory only in its sheer nudity then. Her tits were ripe humongous like papayas and were very slightly drooping with weight. 

Her audacious brown nipples stood right up, perked to full length as if competing with my prick and its length. Her areola was dark and wide about 2 inches with some goose pimples speckling them.

Her waist was wide and soft with a soft light tier of flesh which would make lying down on it very comfortable indeed. Her Pelvis looked strong like an ox and could take all the ramming I could give, I thought hungrily. She was a glorious sight. Her underbelly was wised and softly curved and bore light testimony with marks of two pregnancies. It made her look so mature and full and ripe. Her waist sloped ponderously to big juicy hips that sat proudly blemish free brown smooth and silky. Her thighs were wide as they were long and rounded too and each thigh was like Doric columns you see in those Roman monuments. Big rounded and smooth. Her feet were smooth elegant and had painted long digits that supported her entire pleasurable form with poise. She was a walking pleasure chest. It was her soft triangle of hair that covered her wide and soft folded pubic lips that made my breath choke in wonder. It was not that I had not seen good female pussies before. White or Black. But here was a pure Kamasutra specimen in its glory. I waited no further in mere visual appeasement.

I sank to my knees before her voluptuous full supple form and my dark African face buried itself in the drippy wet grotto of this Indian mature beauty.

As I held on to her smooth thighs for support My mouth lapped at the honeysuckle of her wet vulva snaking into the juiced hot interiors unfolding the labia and savoring her sweet tasting juice on my lips. Her bush pressed into my nose and lips, I cuddled her soft bum and my right hand probed the sweet junction of her womanhood sneaking in from between her buttocks. "Um ahhhhhh," she groaned throatily in response to my ministrations of her inner sanctorum. I probed on relentlessly, plucking her wet lips and peeled them away as you would an orange and my thirsty tongue soon would take over reaping rich juicy benefits therein.

Again and again my teeth brushed against her budding clitoris pressing it back into its prominent hood, making her viscous fluid to seep forth into the cavity of mouth.

I lapped up hungrily like it was elixir from paradise and I had only few seconds to partake it, lest... the sweet and pungent woman juice trickled down into my throat as well over the sides of my mouth, fuelling my passion deep inside my balls. As if a lightening had struck me I was charged to burst and I stood up wiping my mouth off her dribbling nectar. I stood up full height looked at Bhumi. Her eyes were closed as if in worship or meditation. I knew this was going to be big moment for both of us.

Although I had met her barely a day ago, it seemed as if I was waiting for her for ages.

My cock standing up like a pointing gundog, I pushed her shoulders back into the inviting softness of the bed behind her and she fell in a swoop, a delightful spill of soft brown arms and smooth contours of heated waiting flesh, mewling 'Oohs' and 'aahs' as she made space for me to climb in.

As I snuggled to her warm heated form we were all over each other in an envelope of arms soft thighs entwined her hands found my hot organ again." As I started nuzzling her warm crook of the neck and my hands found her smooth columns of thighs to play with, she asked,

"So is this the African gift you wanted to show me?" she gurgled mischievously shaking me by the root.

I licked her perky nubs of nipples, licking the areola in circles and moving the buds around in my hot mouth cavity My hand found the other proud counterpart and twisted it playfully making her gasp in wonder as flood of sensations raced in her famished body.

I moaned as her soft hands caressed my shaft and castled the nuts in their sac, I moaned "Oh, Bhumi, Sweety... nothing matters to me any more than plowing your wet Bhumi (earth) with my mighty plough" I finished slurping on her tit tips.

"Yes" She hissed with reddening face in the same tone and context, "Fertilize my soil. Fill it with your hot seed" I looked at her in wonderment as she said softly and haltingly "But be gentle, Rock. You know I have not actually... after the divorce... met anyone...You understand...so..."


Rocking On Tour Ch. 01



I stared and asked unbelievingly "Is it true, darling? I am your first lover after your separation?"

She nodded 'yes' and her eyes filled with tears with feeling at this momentous confession. "Yes and the only man other than my husband ... ever" she said feelingly again and clasped my neck and hugged me to her soft bosom. I understood. She was a virgin when she had married at 18 and she was with me now and here, three years after her sad break-up. In the East especially India, divorces and lovers outside weddings are still quite rare. Yes, it mattered to her a lot. And hence it did to me too.

She was like volcano unplugged in a few minutes as I caressed her passionately, although aware of my blood pounding into my thick shaft and pre-semen started dribbling as she twisted it any which way in her fist.

I licked all the way from her succulent tits to her wide smooth waist to her soft rounded mahogany-like thighs. I lifted each leg lovingly in my arms as I kissed and licked its smooth polished length. And she broke out in goose bumps as my hands and tongue played havoc on her sensitive skin. 

"Oh, Rock, No one...never did..." she would blurt out as I continued my sensuous ministrations, each act a 'first time' to her, adoring her superb body spread out in front of me with hands and mouth simultaneously. I exercised supreme control in holding back on to my flooding passion straining every nerve in my cock, to prolong the proceedings. I wanted to make it memorable for us both.

I licked each toe and sucked on them making a slurping whistling sound in the semi dark bedroom and slowly these wet noises and hungry moans ruled the time.

"Rock...Quickly... please come up" she beseeched me with an urgency as she felt her own reservoir of endurance reaching the brim, catapulting me into immediate action of springing back on my hands and knees and I knelt in the inviting V of her thighs. Holding my 8 inch pulsating man-organ in my hand I judged what would be the center of her juicy folds and thrust in. My cock sank into her wet portals like a hot knife into a slab of yielding butter. Clenching tightly on the bottom of my nuts I thrust the long organ again and again into her, goring her waiting wet woman cave. She moaned and threw her head about on the pillow continually, bearing the pleasurable screwing that her womb had waited all these years.

I humped her pussy ruthlessly and savagely matching my passion with her hunger, my ardour with her waiting. My cock came away coated as with the liquid passion of her secretions and my pubic hair was mated with her own and both grew soggy as I plundered Bhumi's treasures relentlessly. Soon I turned her over on her knees and I stood on the floor next to the bed, my wet dribbling cock dangling between my thighs pointing at the exposed reclining big buttocks Of Bhumi. "Hurmffff" I gasped with effort, as I held on to her yielding big buttocks in each hand and rammed in, homing into her pussy exposed vertically beneath her comely ass globes,

My cock snaked into the juicy slick pussy folds stretching them out and I gored her like a bull, my cock tip verily kissing the mouth of her womb, deep, deep in her seething chambers. "Ahhhhhh...Ammmaaa" She moaned like a bitch in heat, all chastity and decency now vanished, only passion ruling her body and senses . She mated happily and enthusiastically with me, thrusting her soggy leaking pussy back till her soft ass cheeks banged against my underbelly taking the full length of my African cock into her wet mature Indian cunt.

'Global village concept indeed', I though sweat pouring down my front all over black sculpted body into the crack of her ass in front of me, into our sweet junction mingling with the combined juices as I labored to fulfill the Indian divorcee's famished cunt and its cock craving for nearly half hour. Before I turned over again and entered her pussy in missionary style, her mouth was dribbling saliva and her cunt was dribbling pussy honey. She had climaxed at least three times. Not the explosive kind, but three continual roars like waves that come and go racking her passion heated body.

I pumped in and out her lubricated passage seeing her spread out below me, surrendered fully to what I was giving, smacking thigh to thigh, pelvis to pelvis, as my enthusiasm flared and I finally exploded like a pent up volcano spilling white man seed from the bottom of my nuts, every precious thick dollop deep, deep into her waiting pulsating oven of her womanhood, I don't even remember collapsing in utter exhaustion on her soft well endowed sweaty form

I was sure neither her husband nor any other man would have satisfied her thus on that day in the room as me.



Rocking On Tour Ch. 02



Rocking In Madras—Chapter 2

-1-

I had left Mumbai and Bhumi with a heavy heart.

We had had great fulfilling sex almost daily for the next three days after that tempestuous first time you read in the first chapter.

I have even promised her sponsorship to UK so she can come settle there. Basically the idea was that we can be near each other.

After a draining farewell fuck that started on the bed (missionary) and moved onto the table near the TV (doggy style) and ended up in the bathtub (standing positions) on the last day, she had bid me tearful farewell.

I was now on my way to the southern city of Madras, now renamed as Chennai by locals.

If anything, the memories of wild sex had emboldened me to savour more variety that India had to offer. 

The Plane was only half full and there were two pretty airhostesses, one wearing a western style Skirt that hugged ivory skin well and set off her ass and thighs well. The other was dark and sultry and wore her sari well below her deep set navel. Her tits almost burst out of her sleeveless blouse and I could see her cleavage clearly below her sari veil. The silk sari made her rotund ass globes sway seductively as she served us refreshments. 

All this did not do any good to my eager beaver downstairs any good. I purposely brushed my right arm against the first one's silky smooth thighs when she came near me ands stood in the aisle pretending it was an accident but she was smarter than me and only smiled back coquettishly but avoided me the rest of the journey. Just as I was cursing my luck, as if on cue the darker one came near me for refilling my drink and asked me if I needed anything else. A name badge worn over her blouse that held her rounded breasts tightly said 'Pugal'.

There was a twinkle in the eyes that I did not miss.

"Oh, Yeah, and where might you be staying in Madras and how long?"

"Sir, I am flying back to Delhi tomorrow first thing but I will be back after three days on leave and staying back for a couple of days here"

"Are you a local gal, Miss Pugal?" She straightened and her top of exposed globes flattened out wide in their chemise. 

I gulped and my prick lurched painfully in my trousers.

"Oh yes, sir. Why?"

"I shrugged "Well, I am on tour here and having a local person to show around the place..Mmmm...There's nothing like it, you know" I tried to make it as casual as possible leaving the offer open.

She had sat down opposite my seat across the aisle and had crossed her long legs below her sari.

The hemline lifted just that much to show her dark and dainty feet clad in sandals with slender painted toes showing she had a silver anklet chain adorning both her feet and that sat quite prettily. She wore big diamond studs on her ears that twinkled at me when she spoke. She would be in her twenties and was a well formed tall and dark Indian woman. 

She threw her plaited dark oily hair back with a neat flick and said,

"Oh well ... I will think about it, Mr.. Hard... I can show you around, I guess"

"OK, Pugal...Here's the deal. I stay at Chola Sheraton Hotel for a week from today. May be longer, if things are interesting around here"

"Oh Sure... My place is just a few minutes from the Chola. Here is my number" she had written out her cell phone my number on apiece of paper and handed it to me.

I preserved it in my purse as it was some precious gift. Who knows only time will tell.

We made small talk and many a time during this time I was privy to the sight of her beautiful brown Tropical tits through her blouse. She smiled and waved and promised to meet me before I left her City.

-2-

My cock was still in a half erect stage that I arrived in a Non- air-conditioned taxi to the Hotel with her memory fresh in the mind. It was hot as hell and I was sweating profusely. The roads were bare without much traffic in the afternoon.

The cool AC ambience was a big relief as I stepped into the Lobby.

There were only men behind the counters here, unlike in Mumbai, dark South Indians some almost as dark as me.

I was ushered in to 4th Floor AC suite. The Hotel looked swell and very luxurious even for the price I was paying.

Nothing sensational happened there till after I had bathed, rested and turned on the TV at about 5 PM.

It was on all the news channels when I switched on. There had been a Terrorist attack a couple of hours ago on the Central Railway station and on the Srilankan embassy. It was something to do with Tamil Terrorists fighting for independent Srilanka.

The foreigners were being warned not to venture into the City till Police came to grips with the situation and Police protection was being provided to Hotels like mine where Tourists from abroad normally stayed. 

Hell, I cursed my luck and in a fuming mood went out of the room towards the Bar.

She was standing ear the Elevator lobby checking whoever came her way.

It was straight long walk to her and I took my time studying her.

She was a lady cop and she was big and swarthy.

She had bulging biceps and thighs like trunks of an elephant calf.

It was only when she turned toward me that I saw that she had aquiline nose and dark smoldering eyes that captivated me.

She wore Khaki Police uniform of the State and she was bulky around the waist too.

In all, she was a typical middle-class, middle aged Policewoman of South Indian Tamil variety. 

I would not have paid her second glance but for her glance from those smoldering eyes when I neared her. So, I thought, the security was already in place

"Security, sir. Please identify yourself"

She gestured to me with a dark ruler as se spoke. Although the accent was there, she sounded more educated than I would have given her credit for.

"Rock Hard from England. You want my passport or something?"

I went over to her. She stood to my nose and smelt faintly of an herbal perfume. She was certainly in her late thirties or early forties. She was dark big woman, but not really a pretty face but somehow sensuous.

Her breasts were wide and BIG and were corseted tightly in mega sized bra beneath her uniform. I enjoyed the sight hoping I was not looking lecherous. You can't take chances with a cop and that too, a lady cop.

"No sir, Just Room Number please"

I confirmed it and then she waved me on.

That should have been the end of the whole thing, but things work mysteriously and to their own script in God's world.

There was an explosion somewhere in the belly of the Hotel below and all the Lights went out even as the Building shuddered under the impact. I was just passing the Police woman when this happened and startled as I was I gasped and grabbed her impulsively.

"Crouch down", she shouted in my ears loud enough to be heard over the din. There were some screams being heard from the corners of the dark Hotel.

We actually fell to the floor holding each other, my big arms over her wide and soft back side and we thudded to the floor ostensibly to escape any falling missiles or debris.

We rolled over each other twice on the cold marble floor and I had shocking, brief and pleasant sensations of two pliant tits mashed under my weight and my legs entwining with her soft and big thighs. My face was buried in the crook of the neck smelling her jasmine scented oily hair. It was moment held still in time and we felt were together somehow forever floating in a dark world.

The noise soon died down and I tried to get up my legs were weak and trembling and so I flopped back into the big and soft body of my mature lady cop below.

"Ouch... Haaa" She groaned under my weight even as my hardening prick probed her none too gently in the underbelly...

"Switch on the emergency Lights to your right on the wall", she hissed in my ears even as her big arms went about balancing me.

I got up now and crawled over to the near wall and scrambled for any protuberance that resembled a light switch.

I found it and turned it on and soon the passage became dimly lit by the wall hung emergency Tube lights.

"Let's get to the basement and see what happened", I said hurriedly looking over at her in the dim light.

"Not you sir", she shook her head, dusting herself and rearranging her shirt over her burgeoning tits. "You are civilian, it could be Bomb, you know and besides I have a man there"

I went over to her and looked around generally coming to grips with the situation in the Hotel after what could be another terror attack.

The blue badge on her Khaki shirt called simply her 'Selvi, Police Inspector'

She muttered to me switching off her Wireless set that 'her man below' was not answering at all.

I was a man for various occasions and was itching for action, whatever type now and I was damned if I was going to let this slip.

'Some action is better than no action', I thought, especially in the company of a big lady cop like her.

"Miss Selvi, I am a trained Ballistics expert in my country and work for UK Govt and I don't Mind offering my services to you now. I realize that terrorism is a global menace and all of us have to chip in our bit". I made it like a political speech and she fell for it.

She nodded her head enthusiastically, but muttered

"But we have protocol sir; we don't know what happened ... I am not able to raise my Base station"

'I can raise 'my Base station' anytime, I leered to myself thinking of my 8-incher and looking at her hefty muscular frame hungrily but said,

"I am here and so better than your man below who isn't answering!!"

"Yes...That's OK, I guess, ha?" She turned and bent forward to fix her shoe laces and her bursting buttock globes stretching wide and far out of the Khaki confinement beckoned me invitingly. My man below was answering me alright!

We ran down the staircases as the elevator was out of order and we found the so called basement a mess of wires and smoke.

Some Hotel workers were reluctantly entering the area now gingerly with emergency lamps in their hands.

We almost stumbled over the dead cop's legs. The poor sod had had no chance. His face was blasted out of his neck. It was a gory sight, alright. I was used to blast scenes and did well not to choke or get sick.

Inspector Selvi turned to me and asked me "Sir, please find a land phone in this Hotel and call 100 and report to The Police HQ while I control the staff. We were the first two to be deployed in this Hotel. The main contingent should have been on the way by now. We were close to here and so were called in quickly. So now, with him like this..."

I knew what she meant. At that very moment she had no help. Her Wireless set was out of order too. May be because of the fall we had had in the passage.

I looked around; the hotel staff was totally unprepared for this and stood shell shocked. It seems the Manager had actually fainted, we learnt later.

Selvi had her hands full.

There was no help from any quarter right then, so I plunged on. 

It took an hour of hard work for Selvi and I before a semblance of order was restored.

It was actually much later when I was at the Lounge talking over Phone to my embassy informing them of my safety that I felt a tap on my shoulders,

The Lights were on in The Chola and the chandeliers were sparkling brightly. 

Selvi's eyes lit up too as she clasped me by hand and shook it saying,

"Thank you very much sir, the City Police...in fact India is indebted to you for your timely help"

Sometimes, educated Indians speak more formally than us English, I thought and said,

"That's quite alright, Selvi...Can I call you so?"

"Of Course Sir, Mr..... ah" she let it hang

"Hard, Rock Hard, but just Rock for you" I whispered stooping over close to her face and looked her in the eye.

She smiled back but I saw her dark face go red too in appreciation and embarrassment.

We walked over to the lounge and I somehow enjoyed the close proximity of this big woman in cop's attire.

She explained that the City was sewn up tight after the serial blasts that day. There were a couple of other Hotels which had been attacked too.

"You mustn't simply stir out, Mr. Hard," she said vehemently and I imagined a bit affectionately too.

Capitalizing on it, I said conspiratorially,

"That's quite hard, you know...coming over to Chennai I wanted to see the beaches and all"

She again did the simple feminine trick of flicking her hair back with a jerk of the head and her swollen tits did a jiggle with it, inside their tight bra which my lecherous eyes did not miss. I pressed on,

"May be I won't feel that insecure with a big cop like you around me to safe guard...so, why don't you stick around with me?"

Her eyes widened in amusement and her solid 'cop thighs' crossed over one another and she suddenly laughed merrily.

The peels of her laughter lit the fire of lust in me. I felt mad hunger for the bounty of this big juicy muscular woman and I mentally stripped her, cloth by cloth.

All it did, you will realize, was only to aggravate the condition of my vigilant member and I had to squirm in my seat to control the surge of excitement.

"Who will look after the Hotel and the City? I am on duty here, Rock" she said a trifle apologetically and turned toward some junior officer and said something harsh in Tamil.

"None of them know the basic safety rules in bombing incidents. They should come prepared" She told me seriously.

I patted her dark hand softly,

"Cool off, Woman, you are a walking Bomb yourself".

She laughed merrily again and again the jiggle of her well-fed breasts was a real sight.

Food for thought, they say...

She promised to meet me in the Hotel before her shift ended that day.

She rushed off to the basement saying, "Today's shift might not end at all, you know..."

We never knew until later how prophetic her words would be.

-3-

I was watching the TV later and sipping a Tropicana Orange when the doorbell buzzed. 

I wondered who it would be as I had ordered no food till then. It was still 7 in the evening.

I was wearing a sweat shirt and Bahamas as I opened the door. I was pleasantly surprised to see Inspector Selvi Looking exhausted at the door.

She smiled tiredly and asked, "May I come in?... I want to use the Rest room if you permit.. All other rooms are somehow locked on this floor"

I ushered her in, thinking if she would really want to go to those 'all other' rooms then.

I grinned inwardly and my cock did a lurch in my shorts as I watched her swaying ass globes in front of me as we went in.

She spread her voluptuous body on my couch casually near the TV and I sat on the bed facing her after she had been to the bathroom and back.

I offered her an Orange drink too and we sipped and she talked. 

Selvi had led a rough life. Hailing from a poor farmer's family, her education was discouraged by parents, but persistence paid off and she went ahead and finished her Police service exams in Chennai City.

But marriage was performed with a Bus conductor Perumal seen by her parents as is customary in India.

Selvi was shocked to know shortly after that the man was an alcoholic and a violent husband to boot.

The pair had pulled on somehow with a daughter in tow for nearly ten painful years before Perumal succumbed to Liver Cirrhosis.

She had then toiled in the men's word of Police deflecting all kinds of discrimination on the way, to rise to the present post of Police Inspector.

She was nearly to tears by now and I was next to her on the couch.

I was patting her strong arms and hands softly, My Fingers had entwined themselves in her dark hair running through them all in a gesture of comforting, you understand.

Her head was on leaning on my shoulders and one of my arms went around her big back and was smoothening the uniform creases around the heaving humungous chest area.

All this affected me in two ways, one in sympathy and empathy to her plight, the other doing things to my raging libido in her physical proximity.

I said many things to comfort her including a little praise which was not out of place generally applauding her perseverance, courage and how she needed more love and support.

I almost said I was there to provide the last one. I didn't but it had the same result after all in her getting cozier to me and looking like a hurt puppy with those mascara-running black eyes.

My hands brushed her tears away and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ears,

"Hey super cop, you are one hell of a desirable woman, you know"

She shook her head and the sides of mammary globes nestled closer to my chest then making me squirm in unbridled temptation.

"Nah, I am a dark, no good fat old woman" , she convinced herself saying this but I managed to look shocked and hugged her big body closer.

I was moving in for the kill if you can guess what I mean. I said,

"How can I convince you otherwise, baby? Haa... Look, a man's tongue can utter lies but his cock never does!"

Thus saying I took her softy pudgy hand and moved it over my crotch right where my full length of cock was waiting under the corduroy of the shorts.

"Uhhh!" she gasped with a shock and jerked up but I was prepared for this, so I hugged her closer preventing her getting up and turned her face toward me and planted soft 'PLOP' of a kiss right on her dark juicy lips. 

Her hands involuntarily tightened in clasp over the middle of my raging cock and my waiting tongue forced her mouth cavity open and snuck inside and mated with her slithering tongue. Both of us got inflamed with passion in a matter of seconds and held on to each other, as if for life. 

My hands got busy right then and popped open the top two buttons of her Cop shirt and explored the soft goodies inside.

Her tits captive in a tight bra, felt soft, super cool, rounded and pliant in my hands and I slowly heaved them and rotated them in my palms like you do while buying fruits in a shop. I kissed her deeply and soundly and her eyes rolled in uncorked lust finding release God knows how many years of forced celibacy

We broke for breath and looked at each other in marvel. 

She reluctantly let go of my cock and I withdrew my hand from with in her shirt. My cock lurched once in protest at the injustice of it all.

I managed to look sufficiently innocent as if all this had been equally surprising and unplanned for me too.

"Rock, I really should not and I don't know if..."

She sounded flustered and I knew she was mine to be had, but I didn't want to rape her. 

I could seduce her in a matter of couple of hours till she begged me herself to screw her mighty starving body. I decided to do it over a leisurely dinner.

I was patting her muscular arms now and made a sweep of the body with both palms and rested them on her mid thighs that looked like wrestlers'. It appeared trying to rip out of her tight trouser fabric and I gave those solid pillars of thighs a small squeeze and asked,

"Look, Selvi, I have no one to eat dinner with. I just adore Indian veggie food and so could you please give me company and we can talk too"

I tried to make it reasonable and she readily agreed. Yes, she needed to be taken slowly.

With my pre-semen wetting the inside of my Corduroy shorts as my cock wilted temporarily I walked with her to the restaurant as she rubbed down her dress and combed back the disheveled hair en route.

She told me she had been told by the Superintendent of the Police to be on duty all night till things settled down. Hotel would even foot her food bills for the duration.

'Bless him', I thought and said,

"I am sure things will certainly settle down by the morning" and nudged her making her laugh with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I put an arm about her big rounded waist and felt the gun holster and the leather belt for the first time.




Rocking On Tour Ch. 02



"Shhh! Rock, not here", she whispered surreptitiously and knocked my arm away.

I grinned.

"OK, you are 'on duty' here right? Once we are in the restaurant eating, I will be 'on duty' there" I whispered back sounding mysterious.

"Ha, as if I am like that all the time, eh?" she said recalling the passionate bout we had had in the room just a few minutes earlier.

"I am a very conservative person with a lot of self control, otherwise all these years with out dating anyone, I single handedly brought up ..."She would have rambled on but I gave a solid swat on her soft rolling bum with one palm and the sound ricocheted off the walls of empty carpeted corridor of the Hotel. 

It was just to change the topic over to matters at hand, you will realize.

She looked up sharply,

"What was that for? Ha?" she hissed, her dark hand rubbing her affected region slowly.

"I was just checking if to see if those hips were real or stuffed", I said leeringly and she smirked in disbelief.

"We are not like western women to have artificial breasts and all..."she was saying but we had reached the glazed entrance door of the Restaurant by then.

-4-

I deliberately selected a corner table away from the motley crowd, and explained it off to her saying she can keep an eye on the entrance and the 'goings on' in that position; saying of nothing of the 'goings on' my sly hand had planned under cover.

As we sat down with her in the dark secluded corner I snuggled close to her and sat rubbing shoulders and asked pleasantly,

"Anything veggie would do me fine" I said gregariously and put my big right arm over her strong shoulders.

"MMMMM" she growled in protest but did not push my hand away this time.

We ordered complete 'Madras Meal' for each that promised 2 Indian Bread 'Chapattis' , three types of side dishes of Potato, spinach and corns baked in sweet and sour gravy topping off with rice, soups, yoghurt and Fruit salad.

She made small talk and my hand established its right over her soft thighs next to me and rubbed her thigh in a rotary manner going over from her strong cups of kneecaps to the upper reaches of her thighs all the way to the big swollen crotch, making her sigh in anticipation. If she lost control over what she was talking or become distracted occasionally when my fingers pressed against her soft and warm pubic mound over her uniform fly, then I would only withdraw the hand momentarily, engage her in explaining some facets of her past life and her struggle. As she would become engrossed in narration soon my hands would start their sensuous teasing journey all over again.

I circled her waist, cupping her big pumpkin like hips and the deep crack betwixt them. I even took her tucked shirt out of her trousers and sneaked my hands in to savour the touch of her naked black Indian skin. The tropical maiden was talking and sighing repeatedly. The waiters in the five-star hotel took their own time in bringing our order. And I wasn't grumbling. The only one who could complain about this was my erect cock held back in the confines of my shorts. 

As my hands explored her soft swelling tiers of her big black tummy I would dip my head occasionally below, lift the shirt and see the places myself. This unabashed activity of mine drove her nuts and she gritted her teeth and she had to draw all the vestiges of her Police self control and training to control her own rising tides of passion and not lose her composure there.

Her hands did not remain idle either. She grew bolder too as I shamelessly teased her thus in a public place. Her soft black hands found my flagstaff soon enough and caressed the stem from the balls to the wet tip over the fabric sometime; and then I made it easier for her by allowing it to snake out from the end of the shorts, right into the open.

It stood majestically erect sniffing the Conditioned cool air, surveying the dimly lit interiors of the restaurant and finding no peril to its presence in the immediate vicinity, surged with more blood, grew longer and harder in my lovely cop's mature hands.

"Are you arresting me now?" I kidded her as she gripped the blood engorged 9 -inch stem firmly up. It stood proudly up...Upto just below the table top. Selvi's hand that covered the bulbous pink head was in level with the Table cloth.

"Ahhhhhh... I should, you know, for possessing a sinister looking weapon and pointing it to an 'Officer on duty' like this" She said jovially and wetted her lips lustily with a sneaking tongue.

I was now unbuckling the Police leather belt and loosening her trouser top, single handedly to provide me more access to her secret bounty.

My other hand, now traced lazy circles on her face from the sides of her head to the soft chin and plump lips. We looked innocent enough like a decent couple to anyone that might be looking at us, at least over the top of the table.

Cont'd...

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More action unfolds as they get back to room... in the bed and outside in the terror struck city...keep reading!! 



Rocking On Tour Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Blue Hills

---1---

[ Note : This is not some routine 'Wham- bam- thank you ma'am' type quickie. ...I have lots of story, characters and plot. I will give you your net time worth only if you read on fully!!- AUTHOR]

It had been a long tiring journey up the Nilgiri hills but I wasn't complaining in the least. Let me tell you why. Here was the scene.

The Volvo bus from Chennai had started a little late but had made good time. I had looked around the passengers seated near me. Many had stared at me more than once when they boarded the bus maybe because a six-foot tall Black African is not an everyday tourist in this part of India, I concluded. The bus was only half full and passengers sat far away from one another.

There was a giggling couple obviously on their honeymoon who just couldn't get their hands off each other in the seat ahead of me. A teenager with his Aunt next to him was just next to them across the aisle and was staring at them unabashedly in envy. I watched them initially with amusement and later more seriously.

The Indian couple from the North spoke in Hindi which my lover in Mumbai had spoken. I had heard the language back in UK too with my Indian friends in Manchester.

The aunt in her forties would have been a looker in her days and was desperately trying to bring her fading youth back with gaudy makeup and revealing tight Pyjamas and denim shirt. The young man hardly looked her type nor belonged to the same social status. In short, she was a rich aunt and he a poor relative. She tried not to stare at the cuddling couple to her left but I saw her doing it on the sly. She tried to catch the young escort's attention by frequently dragging him into small talk in Hindi but he gulped and stared at the amorous activities with growing interest ignoring aunt's attempts.

It was what the honeymooning couple was doing that was distracting me too from taking a deserved nap. They had thrown their arms around each other after covering themselves with a single woollen shawl on their shoulders that hid their roving hands and in the dull cabin light I could see their cuddling silhouettes giggling as they warmed each other up.

The wife was big with puppy fat all over and the man was reed-like with gross side burns. She was wearing a cotton slacks with yellow silk tops and he was in jeans and T shirt.

The man was amorous and couldn't get enough of her contrastingly fatter physique and was frequently palming her swelling proportions enthusiastically. I could see he had unhooked her tight bra at one time and was cupping and squeezing her yummy white tits. He would look around surreptitiously if someone was looking and drop his head, peck and lick her breasts ducking his head below her shawl. I was tall enough to see over their shoulders all that they tried to hide and pretended to be asleep whenever they looked back.

All this cat and mouse was doing my hungry African cock no good as it had been over a week that it was last seen in action. You readers already know my appetite for sex was enormous what with an eager 9 inch long black monster hidden between my legs. My throbbing organ had slid down the side of the jocks and poked through my jeans.

The honeymooner raised his waist up and looked like he slid his own underwear down. He caught his young wife's hand and guided her to the centre of his manhood. The shawl rose and fell as the fat young wife handled her new husband's excitement.

All the while the comfortable Volvo smoothly traversed the road, its headlights penetrating the night darkness of Mudumalai sanctuary around.

The husband grew highly impatient and started bending down to the wife's thighs and they were arguing 'that its not right yet' and 'we shouldn't be doing' etc. The man wouldn't listen and started kissing his wife's thighs and poked his nose between her thighs to smell her wetting sex from above the thin fabric of her pyjamas. He palmed her thighs and poked her between them with his fingers making her sigh and groan in increasing lust. The excited couple now shifted in their seats madly while necking and the young man across was glued to the scene in semi darkness. I thought I almost saw him salivate.

He once turned back to his aunt and caught her staring at the same erotic scene. There was an awkward silence as they looked at each other and the woman made the first move.

The middle aged aunt took the young teenager's hand and placed it on her soft thighs urging him silently that they can be in action too. The young man looked at her in surprise but soon decided that he had had enough of this peeping tom business and pressed her thighs back.

As I stared at the new addition to the erotic couple scene, the young man boldly started palming her juicy looking breasts over the shirt and the woman looked around to see if they were noticed. She did not see me, a dark man in darkness is that much more difficult to be spotted when you are sexually distracted and so turned back her attention to the young man who hand now both hands over her chest. She kissed him openly on the lips and I could hear the smack and slurping sound through the drone of the bus engine. The teenager now blurted 'aunty this... that...' in a late realisation of impropriety but the aunt shushed him and put her hands over his raging cock and squeezed thus reassuring him. I could see he packed quite an organ in his pants and I guess the woman was glad she had found it at her age. She made every attempt to encourage the throbbing shaft of her escort to expand to its full length and girth by using her both hands caressing its heated length over his fly. Soon the young man had got through the aunt's shirt and was boldly squeezing her apple like mature tits like each was a ball of dough in bakery.

The honeymooning couple had got busier and bolder now thinking it was late enough for everyone to have slept and had thrown the impeding shawl away from their shoulders. I could see that the woman had her bare and fair tits with chocolate coloured teats jutting out now and the man's brown hand was squeezing them as she pumped his young cock up out of his jocks. Her tits looked like ripe full moons and his hands roughly bunched them up and tweaked her erect pebble hard nipples. They kissed and shushed each other to remain secretive but did not stop.

Aunt had her nipples sucked by her teenaged escort now cradling his neck on her ample bosom. Then suddenly the two couples noticed each other and stooped abruptly, probably wondering if the other party objected. I saw that they finally smiled conspiratorially at each other, decided to continue unmindful of each other, all to my voyeuristic delight.

Emboldened thus that the only other waking couple in the bus did not mind, the aunt got up and slowly unbuttoned her pyjamas inches away from the hot young man's eyes and removed it along with her panties and threw it on her seat providing him a spectacular skin show, in which I was an unnoticed audience. I stroked my own erecting cock back into the tight confines of my jocks and saw that the aunt now pressed the hot teenager's face directly into her wide pubic mound and he started licking her pussy moving his head up and down on it, his hands desperately pushing her thighs apart, trying to divide her legs further in the foot space between seats. 

I could hear the kisses, licks, slurps and 'ahhs' and 'Umhhs' coming from both the entangled couples clearly over the engine sound. The next two sets of seats in front and back were empty and seeing this, the elderly lady had no inhibition in indulging in unabashed public display of intimacy with a young man half her age, which I am sure was adultery, a sin if found out in India. The honeymooning couple anyway had no such guilt attached to their own necking and continued unmindfully.

The young man made merry with his accommodating aged aunty now. While one hand poked more fingers into her mature cunt frigging her openly, the other hand twisted and squeezed her heavy pendulous tits out of shape. All the while she stood, gasped and moaned and held onto the seat headrests with both hands, balancing herself against his attack. Soon she improvised by putting one bent leg up and rested the foot on the seat cushion to give her young lover more access to her eager pussy. The teenager after sucking her pussy-honey soundly even showed the temerity to lick his fingers coming out slick with her juices, as well as spank her big round arse soundly a couple of times overcome with his burning lust making the rich aunt yelp. She looked around to see if anyone had heard her and told him to 'keep it silent'. The Aunt was getting more than what she bargained for from her young stud and started cheering and encouraging him, whispering 'to suck and eat' her aching female core, which had probably seen action long time ago. There was hush of silence in the bus except for the sounds from the two couples near me. No one else could see or hear. Luckily I understood Hindi to take fully enjoy what their horny words meant.

I was alone in my double seat and could bear no more the tightness of my girded cock in the jeans. I unzipped my fly and out sprang my dark snakelike prick sniffing cool air-conditioned breeze in the bus.

My hands were big but my erect cock more so. I caressed it pulsing length up and down and gazed at the honeymooners. The wife took a cue from the aunty, stood up and placed one foot back on the seat and balanced herself with the other on the bus floor.

Her white skinned fat thighs shined in the semidarkness and her husband who now had wider access between her legs buried his eager mouth in her cunt, his one hand holding on to her bent leg for support. When he lifted his head once, I saw her curly mop of pubic hair was wet with his saliva and her own cunt honey.

She moaned uninhibitedly gurgling in her throat and throwing her head back, as he sucked her and chewed on her exposed cunny animatedly. The bastard, though thin like a stick was fortunate to have a full blown big woman of curves for wife, surely had the skills to please her orally.

After a while, both the aunty and the wife sat down and it was men's turn to get serviced.

As both the men sighed and sat back in their seats and gave themselves up for the women to reciprocate, I was already dribbling pre-cum from my hard throbbing prick.

The aunt probably had not seen a cock for years now and she lustily went to work holding his cock in a hand and slurping on its meaty length. I heard her plop and suck his cock clearly from where I sat and groaned silently now finding it very tough to hold my boiling semen in.

The aunt praised the young man that 'This was a long and thick Lund' (in Hindi, a cock) and was 'certainly much bigger than her dead husband's'. The young man snickered and felt emboldened to say 'he felt a mile long there' when she slowly and lovingly sucked him like that.

'Will you stay with me and not go back?' she asked at this strategic time. The young man blinked, dazed with lust, '

'All of my life if I can keep fucking you daily' he croaked. She assured him that 'her pussy was open 24x7 for him' and went back to eating him more vigorously to reinforce her sincerity.

I could see the glint of the diamond ring on the Aunt's fingers and the glitter of her heavy golden chain swinging in the neck as she fed his young virginal shaft to her salivating mouth. The young man pushed his hand on the back of her head to make her suck more and moaned like a caveman. I guessed she was a rich widow Aunt and the young man from his appearance far below her social and financial status. The Lucky SOB, he literally had her eating out of his hand. He stood to gain in more ways than one, I sighed looking at his young upstanding prick disappearing in the rich woman's mouth. Some people have all the luck. 

Here, the thin husband groaned trifle loudly as I saw his wife sucking his smallish prick speedily and put her hand inside his baggy jocks and juggled his balls.

Could he even plumb her pussy properly with 'that'? 

Anyway, it was her problem, not mine. 

In fact my problem was standing and staring me in the face.

This went on for more than an hour in which the couples did every trick possible orally. Sadly, the bus just did not provide for a full fledged copulation.

I wondered how to put my fevered cock to sleep without having to come all over the bus seat or window. (You know I ejaculate litres of thick semen and a bus is a clumsy place for that type of liberal discharges!).

Dawn broke in the sky mercifully then and its light wafted inside the bus. Both the couples lost in their erotic activities hastily sat up and rearranged their clothes to look presentable enough. I pretended that I woke then too and shoved my cock forcibly back into jocks and looked out the window. 

'Welcome To Nilgiris, The Blue Hills' said a passing arch on the road. I had seen a 'live Blue film' in the bus already and I wondered if the hills promised more of the same subject.

---2---

Readers who are unaware of my background and past escapades may require some recap here.

I am Rock Hard, a third generation Black African --Englishman on a visit to India from UK. I have in the previous chapters recalled all my previous sexual encounters with the spicy Indian women in the metros Bombay (Now Mumbai) and Madras (Now Chennai).

I have got a vast appetite for sex and have also had rich experience of taming women into submission in bed. The USP was of course my proud African symbol of long phallus gifted in quick recovery and copious discharge. I was 9 Inch long when erect (You may say that was most of the time) and I used this asset without impunity and had gained notoriety back home in the UK.

I was now proceeding on a special assignment to Harini Estate (which I ended up calling 'Horny estate' much later) in the Nilgiris mountain range in South India. The Tea estate was close to Coonoor, near the famed Ooty set in the hills.

I was an expert in Botany from UK and there had been a request from a mutual Indian friend that I help a cousin of his in India who was facing the threat of some crooks misusing her plantation to grow contraband opium. The Owner was a lady, Mrs. Pushpa , separated from her husband and was thus lonely and helpless against such risks and was already subjected to a couple of raids by the authorities and was let off only because of her clean record thus far.

I was to survey Mrs. Pushpa's estate and find out if Opium was indeed being grown unknown to her.

The rickety Auto rickshaw driven by a Tamil speaking Indian took me to the Estate in twenty minutes, whence I had alighted from the bus leaving the two horny couples back there to proceed further.

I was feeling stiff and sore and my cock more so from an unrequited erection.

I saw that the estate by itself was quite outstanding with an antique colonial bungalow in its midst. We drove over the cobbled driveway to the large porch. The maintenance around was mediocre and the house though big, looked pretty empty.

I was taken in by a tobacco-chewing servant who hobbled with my well-lit veranda and asked to 'wait pleez'.

I was sitting on one of the big sofas in there when Mrs. Pushpa first saw me.

"Mr Hard from UK?...Very glad to receive you here, sir. I am Pushpa..."She came toward me with a right hand extended.

I looked at her. She was worth looking any time, any day.

She was a large woman (almost matronly) fortyish, fair complexioned and quite tall for an Indian and was dressed in a Blue silk saree, that hugged her well endowed figure quite properly.

She bade me to sit down after I gave her a perfunctory squeeze and looked deep in her eyes for a reaction. A spark lit and died in a second at my hand squeeze.

"Rock for you" I said amiably, "You do have a pretty place here. Quite exotic really" I said looking at the green sloped tea estate plantation that seemed to spread everywhere the eyes went out of her veranda windows. Cool mountain air blew through the silken curtains and I shivered a little.

"Oh, it's alright...It was better when Nair, my former husband was here... After he left me 5 years ago," she shrugged sadly, "I have tried to manage with all my abilities but I am not very happy yet..." She trailed off. 

She was extraordinarily well-proportioned big lady, the type of women I would love to have when I am fifty or so.

"People don't leave Masterpieces like you...I would say it was quite crazy for a husband to have left you..." I said feelingly.

Her eyes lit up again but only for a moment.

"Oh, it's alright...I have reconciled now. He left me for a younger woman... But what makes you think I am a masterpiece, Hmmm?"

She cocked her head at me. Her shawl over her shoulders fell to reveal her blue silk blouse that was filled to its capacity with two massive jugs with pointed tips... I gulped as she slowly covered herself back.

"Well, look at you...women like you, I have seen in the movies in the role of Queens. Which was that...?" I made a deliberate face as if thinking, snapped my fingers and exclaimed,

"Cleopatra, that's it..."

She chuckled at my comparison and looked happy being admired. 

"Mr Hard, that was too much...Where is Cleopatra and where is this lonely woman in the mountains?"

"Right in front of me" I shrugged looking at her lifting saree hem-lines when she leaned back and saw two fair smooth ankles as appetising as well grown plantain stems.

She got up and called me,

"But pardon me...I have to show you to your Guest room... I am sure you can use some rest now... We will have breakfast soon..." She was all host now and so I tried being a tired guest and yawned.

Soon we were in my Guest room in the first floor overlooking the plantation from a circular balcony.

The room was airy and well-furnished and smelt nice.

I nodded in approval and away went Pushpa, nodding in acknowledgement saying she will call me after 2 hours. I looked at her big rounded hips swinging gracefully with her gait inside the silk saree and again my cock gave a warning lurch.

I closed the door and went to sleep on the large cool foam bed.

----3---

When I woke, it was already nine, two hours after I had reached the estate. But there had been no call for me yet. I went to the Marble-tiled bathroom. I used the herbal soaps and shampoos kept there so thoughtfully and they smelt wonderful. My cock grew hard as I soaped it under steaming water from the shower and I knew that I had to do something about it soon. If I don't feed it regularly and properly with female pussy-flesh, it won't allow me to sleep peacefully in the nights...It was a strict 'flesh eater' although I had turned vegetarian a few years ago inspired by the big-titted Pam Anderson's campaign and some of my Jain friends in UK.

I will skip the part and rush through the mundane things that preceded my one day of investigative round in the estate.

I was led by a small wiry looking worker from the estate who spoke in Broken English as he led me through the winding foot paths through lush green sloped Plantations.

I saw nothing that brooked suspicion. We had tender coconuts and went back in a jeep back to estate and had lunch. Pushpa was wearing a western dress now, a frilled yellow nylon gown that was old and hence several sizes small for her. She said she had bought it in Paris and so probably she wanted to show off to an Englishman her taste. I was hungry and I liked the taste of spicy Chapattis and dal and rice.

Talking about the gown, I saw that it made her look plump and revealed quite a lot of flesh in strategic places. It was a delight to my tired eyes and a double feast to my anxious cock but I do not know how it pleased her...Probably she was an exhibitionist?




Rocking On Tour Ch. 03



It was too early to say. 

As it transpired I hit success on the third day.

I took a path which my guide thought I was 'wasting time' on, as 'there was nothing there but wild forest bushes' according to him. 

The forest bushes partly hid the fresh saplings of the unmistakable opium and I pulled one out and he blinked.

"That is Forest bush sir... New but bush all the same..."

I nodded sadly. This idiot would even call a pubic bush as some forest bush too. 

I said, "This is Opium and its illegal, do you get it?"

The finality in my voice made the man flinch and he looked around as if he was caught. That looked very odd to me indeed.

The interrogation by Pushpa, which I must credit her of handling very professionally, revealed that in the absence of the Estate manager who had resigned a year ago, the assistant who was called 'Thiru' had worked with drug mafia and planted the seedlings of opium at places here at several places in the estate and it was not just this estate alone. Many others in the vicinity too hand become victims of the nefarious smugglers.

The criminal was handed over to the Police and taken away.

As the jeep carrying the culprit pulled away in a fume of exhaust, Pushpa came to me and shook my hands warmly and thanked me profusely. My cock gave a lurch at her touch but I still was not getting my signals about this bog beautiful estate owner right. So I did not make a further move.

I was thinking about all this the next morning and going for a walk, when some goons broke out of the bushes and stood in my way. Now I am a big man and can fight. But the criminals were too quick and they were four and had clubs and sticks in their hands. They beat me severely and I fell down barely unconscious. 

They kept poking me with their sticks on the ground saying, 

"Will you steal our livelihood?", 

"You a Foreigner coming here and betraying us to Police? Ha?" etc repeatedly with such fury that it confirmed the vengeful retaliation.

I went out like a fused bulb after a goon hit me on the head.

When I did wake up, I was bloody and beaten .No one had yet seen me. With difficulty I limped my way back to the estate house groaning each step with pain. 

I could see Pushpa getting into her Jeep for morning rounds in her porch when I noticed something moving closely next to the bushes near the side of the vehicle. Yes, it was some intruder who was secretly observing her. It struck me suddenly that Pushpa was somehow the next target and I must save her now.

As I rushed at her, I screamed her to STOP!!

I ran swallowing pain with tears welling in my eyes and I caught hold of a bewildered Pushpa near the jeep door who was blurting 'what... why....' etc. 

On a strong instinct I dragged her away from the jeep so forcefully that we fell into the nearby hedge and went sprawling and rolling away desperately.

The jeep exploded suddenly in a blaze of smoke and deafening sound that shook the surroundings wildly.

We felt the searing heat of the flame where we crouched about twenty feet away clutching each other in bewilderment.

It was a time-bomb for sure and I had gambled and won Pushpa's and my life in the nick of the moment.

Pushpa's entire body was shivering with shock in my embrace and she kept exclaiming 'My Gawd..Amma... OOHH' etc

She was lying over me and only when she raised her head , she realized that I was injured badly and bleeding too.

She was puzzled and shocked and asked... "Rock, How did all this..." pointing to bleeding cuts on my head.

I patted her shoulders consolingly and her massive tits lifted off my chest, leaving a temporary vacuum there as she stood up away and stared at the carnage in her Porch.

We walked back slowly holding onto each other and she took my weight as I hobbled painfully. My loose hand on her shoulders kept brushing against her big firm tits and my lusty instinct awakened even in the unlikeliest moment. 

She was one desirable BBW, which was for sure.

As we sat down in the porch, soon her personal servants came rushing to us and it was chaos for some time before Pushpa snapped out of shock and made immediate arrangements for calling Police and the doctor.

I was badly bruised by the assailants on my ribs, back and forehead and feeling groggy from the fall near jeep blast site. The Police lodged a case and a new security agency was posted to guard the endangered Estate.

Doctor advised me a months' strict rest and Pushpa insisted that I must stay back and she would take care of me till I was fully recovered.

She was arguing about this for the last half hour near my Guest bed,

"Rock, it's all my fault... Instead of treating the guest from UK well, I have risked your life and you had to protect my life too. I owe you my life, sir...( Indians have this strange habit of addressing westerners especially Englishmen 'sir' all the time!! Colonial hangover?). Give me the chance to make amends for the lapses..." then she suddenly brightened as if something flashed and exclaimed, "And ha! I am a trained nurse; you do not know that... I worked in a Orthopaedic doctor's hospital till Nair married me... So, I can and will take care of you" she said with an air of finality and I saw that her veil had fallen off her saree during the conversation and her proud massive tits (must be over 38", I guessed) stood challenging me to say 'no' to her promised hospitality. Words came to my mouth but my cock nodded its head in disapproval in my jocks and I acquiesced.

"Ok, Pussy dear, this body is yours till I am back on my feet" I grinned behind the bandages.

She reddened at being referred as 'pussy' and then she caught my stare, covered her pallu (saree veil) back and whispered shyly,

"I will leave no stones unturned in taking care..." she misused the phrase (stones for stone) so deliciously that my balls tightened in anticipation at the implications.

---4---

The next one month was the most heavenly phase of my life where every facet of sexuality was experienced in great detail as Pushpa grew more and more intimate to me during the recovery.

It all started in the first week when I used to spend hous in bed wearing just my jocks and nothing else. She was with me most time, applying balms and cream, giving me plls with handy glass of water and supplying food and drinks.

She personally and single-handedly wanted to serve me , she had determined. No other servants were allowed near me.

She used to stare at my black skinned athletic six feet frame in bed and I caught her appreciative and grew very fond of me. She used to personally rub ointments all over my wide back and sometimes used to kiss me with pecks there and giggle to herself from her own mischief. She remarked often that my black skin was something fascinating and that it glowed like Black gold.

Her big tits would surreptitiously brush and press against me sometimes innocently sometimes deliberately raising goose-pimples all over. She used to kiss them away saying Oh, you are feeling clod now, sorry etc. All this made my burgeoning cock in my jocks no god and I did all I could to hide its straining length away from her bit not always successfully. In the second week I was being oil massaged by house coat clad Pushpa, I saw her hands applying slick oil gently all over my dark hairy chest and darker nipples, I shivered , looked up at the her firm tits swinging pendulously with her movements and could resist no more.

I poked a finger into her soft blue coated tits and said,

"They call them Nilgiris, the blue mountains?" and laughed. She grew red in the face and withdrew her hand and her elbow struck accidentally my erect hard prick standing up in my briefs.

She looked at it in awe for a minute, when deafening silence reigned in the bedroom. Then she licked her dry lips and took my cock in her hands for the first time.

She gasped," The Devil... I have never seen anything so big there" and caressed it from over the jocks. I groaned with lust now and put my hands on her yielding tits and replied,

"I have seen such big ones like these very few times too" and gave proud South Indian milk bearers a good black man's squeeze. We both panted and looked at each other. 

Desire ignited and our resistance failed. She fell over my oil slick chest, house coat and all, mashing her tits against me and her lips met mine in a feverish impulse.

Our hands and legs entwined, we rolled on my bed, our mouths kissing and biting each other as if famished from years.

She pulled my jocks down and wonderingly held my black shining stallion in her hands and it felt infinitely pleased that its patience so far had was being rewarded. My hands tested the soft resilience of her wide buttocks and found them to be magnificent filling my both hands and spilling over.

I groaned with lust at my prick being fondled as well as a sudden stab of pain my backside from the injuries. She hastily looked up saw my grimace and sense prevailed. She tied up her dishevelled hair in a bun making her big tits rear up in her chest and put her hands softly on my chest and said a trifle apologetically,

"I am sorry.. I don't know what happened... I won't..."

I put my finger against her pink lips and shushed her with,

"If you wont, then I have two options- One, I will behave lie gentleman but leave on the next flight home or the second- I will rape you in true African male style... and I am inclined to adopt the second alternative at the moment"

Her eyes widened in surprise, shock and finally dissolved into relieved pleasure.

That started the glorious chapter of our relationship which I have no hesitation in describing you in full detail.

(After all, you have been waiting for this part as curiously as I had!!)

Although it was I who threatened rape in the beginning, it was actually she who took the dominating part and was very authoritative in making me toe her commands in the bedroom. She said she know best how to bring me back to full health and moreover she I was the guest...So I ha d better she used to warn wickedly and kiss me to silence if I protested. It was a novel experience for me to play the submissive part given that I was a tall, well-hung big black man and all that.

She started sleeping with me in the guest room sharing the bed in the daytime too ostensibly to regularly feed me and medicate me.

If she decided that it is better that I woke up at the crack of the dawn with my pulsating black prick swallowed in her pretty mouth, then so it was. It used to be a slow excruciating oral worship with her sharp fingernails scraping e teasingly all over my sensitive glans and taut ball sac. I was not allowed to hasten the act ointo mere fucking as she called the shots. She would lift her head from her work, warn with a glare that I was an injured person and so I had better behave. And then slowly she would suck my black boner till it was dribbling with her saliva and hold up my orgasm with a finger pressed at the base of the penis though I would be groaning for release.

Slowly she may mount me throwing her ample pink thighs over my black waist and slowwwwlllllyyy insert my aching cock into her wet waiting quim and start a slow jig that would see her deliciously enjoying the sensation of an 'exotic Black cock in her Indian womb'( she called it thus) that had been famished for years after separation. 

If I as much as moved my waist up in the act then, she would stop and cool me off with a drink of Milk and cashew nuts mixed with honey or some herbal juice; and feed me with snacks till I got distracted and softened a little still inside her. Then she would start her slow rotating movements from above sweetly holding me captive in her yearning pussy milking me slowly. I would then burst jets and jets of pure white semen into her waiting eager cunt and she would milk me till not a drop remained.

She was crazy about my stiff black prick of 9 inches and would call it her 'black tiger', 'her dark stallion' 'her pet' and promised to that 'my batteries' would remain fully charged during the entire month I was to be with her. A male cock thus being erect in excitement, she claimed, would greatly help one speed up the recovery. 

She claimed like an expert nurse that 'proper nourishing food, rest, medicine and sex six times a day on a soft bed' would greatly help my progress. It was so cheeky, amorous and naughty and wholly welcome for my inexhaustible libido.

During one amorous coupling in which I was allowed to stand and penetrate her pussy from between fair rolling buttocks. (Only because I promised I would 'take more rest and more vitamins after the strenuous act' according to her).

I loved to fuck her juicy twat from between big arse with my raging hard-on, looking at it come out plop out of the moist sheath coated with her love-juices that smelt heady and the sight would greatly encourage me to piston in and out of her waiting pussy for thirty minutes at stretch. Her cunt would stretch wide to accommodate my raging penis till my bulbous tip grazed the mouth of her womb miles inside her as it felt. 

She would groan and moan unintelligible words in her native Tamil favourites of them being 'Koodhi'( pussy), 'Kundi'( arse) etc, while thus impaled on my pulsating black prick from behind like a cow in heat. 

I would spank with open palms on her big firm wide arse lustily 'slap- slap' echoing in the bedroom as she bent forward at my waist holding onto bed posts, to hasten her motions to more climactic urgency. It was a sight to see my black hands spanking her fair Indian arse, what a contrastingly racially different pair we made.

If you though sex was everything we did, you could not be more wrong.

I was on a strict diet of vegetarian food, rich with greens, steaming rices and herbal and exotic fruit juices some of which grew in Nilgiris itself. She would personally feed me in bed, with spoons and bowl at my chin so cautiously and dutifully that it would put devout wives to shame. 

She was strict in medication too, a professional nurse that she was, making me swallow all the antibiotics, tablets at each prescribed hour of day and night without missing it even once. I was to sleep topless, just in my jocks so my wounds and welts on my chest and back healed better in the open. Of course, to open my jocks to 'let my black monster out for air' as she termed it was her own prerogative.

I was to wake up at six am daily, as I described earlier, with my already hard cock being sucked and licked lasciviously or some other lucky mornings saw me waking up to her wet leaking pussy grinding on my mouth as I opened my eyes. I would then lick and suck her soft pussy petals hungrily opening them wide with my fingers. Soft slurping sounds of pussy being sucked and licked would only be interrupted by the sounds of a hard stiff black cock orally worshipped in her moist mouth interspersed with frequent moans of pleasure as we struggled to hold our passion hot bodies in a delightful '69' position.

The only position I was not allowed to try was the regular Missionary position which was too 'risky right now because of my injuries', according to her.

She used to say that waking up with an erection was 'very healthy' and 'a man coming in the early morning rejuvenated his system' quickly. I never asked which 'Medical theory supported that' as I completely agreed with the arrangement.

After the breakfast of cereals, bread toasts, apple-jam and nuts, I was to walk for some distance in the lawns or balcony with my shoulders supported by her soft body nudging me at the side was delightful cock-raising experience too. The guards and the maid servants would look at us, a pair of fondling couple enviously.

Then I must describe to you how the daily bathing session went which I revelled greatly. Pushpa would slowly undress herself of every shred of clothing and stand on the marble tiled bathroom in her birthday suit, all her naked glory exposed for my eyes only.

She was quite a sight, a marble white and pink apparition abundantly fleshed , big huge tits with wide areolas, smooth flowing calves, thunderous white thighs and mop of pubic bush covering he prominent outer labia of a well developed womanly cunt that can be described as a piece of true Dravidian or Tamil art

She would lovingly wash me with dettol-mixed warm water head to toe, kissing me soundly in between and licking my welts and bruises, talking to them with placatory words like, 'I am so sorry, 'its all my fault, 'so bad of me' etc as if they listened; and kiss and lick me clean from behind, her hard-nippled boobs scraping my naked back playfully tickling me all the time. Her both hands would snake around from the back and hold my straining cock which would by then be standing tall, in fact almost at 45 deg to towards the roof. 

She would lovingly cup my big balls sac, rotate the semen secreting glands and caress my blood engorged stem of 'specimen of African art' as she hailed my 9-incher, from the pulsing base to its pre-semen dribbling head with her dainty fingers and I was supposed to just 'grin and bear it' as no further move from me to hasten the love act was tolerated. She would scold me to 'keep quiet and bear my loving touch ', 'don't do anything or I go away'...or an 'It can't be only crude fucking all the time' she would lovingly admonish me.

Different types of cock-loving were tried out without any hurry, like mashing her jutting boobs against my straining cock and tit-fucking it, sucking it in her hot water-filled mouth and a soapy hand pulled on my balls up and down while shower water fell all over us.

She would merely hold my big black frame under like warm jets of shower water with my erect cock trapped vertically between our soapy slick bodies and she enjoyed the sensation of it pulsing with my racing blood against our touching stomachs. She used to clap with pleasure and claim it was like 'feeling a baby in her womb again'.

(She had no children, just one abortion)

Sometimes her hand would turn up my already throbbing cock vertically in the shower so the aperture of its head would directly face the falling jets of hot water making me yelp and jump with alarm and she would giggle and kiss the burning tip, pouring ice-water from the bucket she always kept next to the shower stall. The sudden change in temperature on my cock tip would greatly shake me up and I would be lust maddened enough to turn her toward me and mount her juiced up hot love-box in standing position right there dividing her legs and her strong and smooth wet thighs would entwine like creepers around a tree on my waist. I would then press her giggling squealing frame against a tiled wall and penetrate her pussy with all my fucking strength and she would groan her lungs out as I pulsed and sent wads of thick semen into her ravenous pussy. I used to come buckets and it never stopped fascinating her. She would suck it, lick it and yet have copious white fluid streaming down her thighs to the wet floor.

The bath sessions, steamy as they used be, could last for two hours at times.

Then she would drag my exhausted hot body to the room, put me to bed and cover me with woollens after an invigorating drink of lemon tea with honey or bournvita and some home-made butter cookies. She said 'this supplied all the necessary replenishing vitamins that I may be getting drained of', as if she had any doubt on that issue!

I was to sleep after bath for an hour for complete recovery.

Yet she would maintain during our conversations that she was 'looking after me as an ideal nurse with only professionalism in mind'. The only personal touch she exhibited, she claimed, was that she was 'so grateful for my work and yet so sorry that her home brought me to this plight bodily'.

I was not foolish enough to dispute with this theory or reject her methods which rested, excited and drained me so completely.




Rocking On Tour Ch. 03



After bath, I used to get up for a workout in her gym and if I had a hard-on by chance at that time, as she used to walk flaunting bare arse and swaying boobs in the room all the time, she had another plan for making it 'go down'. 

'It should not be up at this hour', she felt. She would come over and sit astride me, put her always juicy cunt right on my face and ask me to suck her for fifteen minutes at least. I was to make her 'come twice and drink up all her sweet and sour juices' while she played with throbbing prick and sucked it till I reared up from the best upping my waist and come unabashedly in her mouth enough to half fill her stomach. 'This was a sure-fire way of fighting untimely erections'; she used to conclude wiping her hand across her semen coated mouth.

Once we went on short horse riding stint around the plantations, got lost as it rained suddenly and horses fled and we were stuck in a grove of trees, wet and shivering.

Then she became so concerned about my 'just healing injuries' and thought the 'rains had greatly impaired my recovery'. Then she stripped in the open, rain and all and spread out all her clothes like a small bed on the wet grass and asked me to lay down. She said she had secret planning of 'warming my system as I should not get wet and cold' which will delay the recovery.

She took off only my trousers and jocks leaving my shirt on and climbed atop me, tore open her dress near her crotch and took my semi-erect rain-wet cock up and in. I asked if the problem of getting wet did not harm her health as she was very wet and juicy down there herself. She did not answer me but covered me by stooping over me full length in that position shielding me from rain. She fed my mouth her overgrown pendulous tits and I suckled on her distended dark nipples and thus got royally fucked in the 'woman on top' position right there in the raining forest grove. She said 'this has to last half an hour at the minimum to have the desired medical effect' and so it went hump, grind and bang for the full duration. One could not have asked for a more novel and ecstatic way of recovering from a simple rain then!

Once I asked her naughtily, if we are overdoing the sex bit, but she argued that 'grievous bodily injuries like mine require elaborate treatment which is what she was giving me' in an equally mischievous way; in fact, during the second and third weeks we moved to the next gear to prime up my body back to its old state. This meant, more torrid sex, sex and sex in all positions and all times and all places. 

As I recovered more, the list of activities also grew.

I was to do Yoga, meditation and prayers along with her and the diet became more liberal. 

We used to go out more often although the regimental five to six fucks a day never decreased. We have groped around lust and removed our underwear on all the trees bushes and tea sapling and had highly charged quickies there.

One day, I assure you, we have made love for seven straight hours. I must recall this fully for your reading pleasure.

It was raining the full day heavily outside and there was no power in the House either. It was cold, damp and dark and Pushpa's pussy was ever so accommodating and her mind willing to indulge in passion play the entire day just as my cock was curious and rearing to know to know if it can go non-stop for a day. 

She had sent the servants home and no one could hear our cries and even screams of pleasure or even creaking and rattling of furniture we made love on, above the sound of roaring rain outside.

'Pussy, Pussy, pussy' I muttered for hours addressing both Pushpa and her cunt in the same breath, and licked her hot, leaking vulva for hours not allowing her a say in the matter this time, playing the dominant partner for a change. I must have licked and ate her on the bed, dressing table, several chairs, dining table, kitchen platform, bath tub and even toilet seat. She thrashed around all the while screamed and came. And came. AND CAME. Her cunt-juices must have moistened liberally every piece of furniture I laid her butt on. I used my fingers to open her twat a couple of inches wide and poked even my long aquiline nose in waiting female core.

I used to stop the cunnilingus only to fuck her vigorously pounding my cock in the mouth-wetted pussy of hers, for some more time till my mouth and tongue recovered from fatigue and was ready to drink from her incessant fountain again. When I fucked her I made sure her cunt would devour my full 9 inch thick boner fully and then pounded her as if trying to rod her pussy into a pulp. But the gritty big south Indian that Pushpa was, she gritted her teeth moaned her guts out but never objected once.

"Push-pa, can I push more into your eager pussy?"

I would ask her, sweating even in the cold of the rainy day from sheer effort alone and her fair plump body too was shaking in the throes of passion all along. She would open one lust maddened eye and whisper, "how can I say no to this sweet torture from your big horse-cock, you dark donkey, oh you black God" etc whatever her mind conceived in the fever of passion

And I would be emboldened to fuck her yielding willing cunt for all I was worth even more furiously, bucking like a forest mule.

The best was my seventh straight orgasm for the day against her numerous ones, when we were on the dining table with the window next to us partially open and rain spraying all over us through the grills. She was on her back her thighs spread open and I was pounding her glorious pussy with my slightly limp cock (seventh, you know!). When I say slightly limp, it was just over seven inches as against its usual nine; and was softer, in the sense it was pointing tamely horizontal now as against its usual proud 45-degree upward inclination.

Her cunt too was not pulsing and milking me any more like usual, but her pussy walls were now dilated and loosely open after a six-time relentless penetration,simply welcoming the assault from my untiring black shaft in an unhurried relaxed way. My cock would enter her through her trimmed bush and disappear as if her womb swallowed it fully only to reappear coated with more of her inner fluids sticking to the long black stem as if painted in dull white of her cream. I would come about four inches out of her palpitating cunt and slowly cleave into her yielding passage with the ease of a hot knife cutting into in a slab of butter. We would shiver when sharp spray from the window drenched our passion-soaked bodies and I would bend forward, dip my head and lick and bite her delicious tits and proudly standing erect nipples of hers shaking on her ample bosom.

She started pleading in gasps between our frenzied motion thus:

"Rock oh, Rock... How would you like to live here for ever uh?.......... ....I mean all the time.......... I will give everything in the Estate to you...You be the owner......Keep me like your slave...But you must just do this.... only THIS.......KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE A MAD DRUNKEN BULL IN HEAT!!" 

She screamed it out loudly and I was sure it echoed in the bungalow everywhere much as it did in the corners of my fuck-dazed, dulled brain.

I had never heard of such a 'fuck plead' which was a total surrender of one's wealth and freedom and I became even more red-hot with lust for this Venus of an estate owner who was a screaming sobbing mess on the table. 

So, holding her fair smooth legs up over my shoulders, I divided her thighs apart even more fully and gored her pussy with my renewed cock, which immediately elongated to its full bursting size and its upward inclination scraped her upper pussy tissues and walls, as if it would burst out of her from below the navel.

My balls tightened and swelled to the size of lemons inside the knurled black sac, slapped her against her upturned arse crack and the table top below it repeatedly and I erupted like a suppressed volcano, sending jets of boiling hot seed deep into her cavernous pussy for the seventh time. Even by my standards, a seventh ejaculation in day was an extraordinary feat and Pushpa marvelled at the amount of come that dripped out of her saturated pussy all the way to the floor from over the edge of the table asking me dazedly if it was dream or was it for real?

I must have fucked her about two hundred times in that one month in every room of her spacious bungalow, including the dungeon and horse stable. You may find the numbers staggering and even exaggerated but you don't have a 9-inch insatiable inexhaustible black prick and nor have you met a more desirable nymph than Pushpa of the Nilgiris.

The last part of me recovering fully and finally after a month of glorious togetherness, having had to bid goodbye to a sobbing Pushpa and leaving her estate back onto my next leg of the tour is quite painful to recount and best left unsaid.

But certainly more exciting openings awaited me on the further laps of tour in India, which is another story.

---End of Ch.3---



Rocking On Tour Ch. 04



(Rock wants to relax on Kerala beaches but when his host gets into bad trouble he rushes to their rescue and gets paid in kind from two grateful ladies!!!)

For newbie readers-The hero, Rock Hard is a black Englishman of African descent who is on a vacation in India.

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Part 1

---1---

As I landed in the Thiruvananthapuram airport, Kerala, the humidity hit me like a sock in the gut.

I had been travelling in quite a comfy Indian domestic plane for over an hour from Chennai and had just got down.

During the flight, I had lingering memories of the Lady in the Blue Hills, (Nilgiris) Mrs.Pushpa who had given me a sensational time in her Tea estate in the last fortnight. The recurring thoughts of the erotic times I had spent there with her was only aggravated by the two airhostesses on the flight who wore very tight black skirts well above their fair knees. When they bent to serve us refreshments, I could clearly see down the cleavage of their tight blouses to their brown soft hemispheres inside lacy bras and my appreciative glances were enthusiastically reciprocated by the roving eyed duo.

All this had made me horny enough to uncomfortably shift in the narrow seat frequently and I was itching to get out.

I wiped the steaming sweat off my face and went out of the Terminal to see who my host had sent to receive me.

Actress Mamini was a well known Malayalam film star whose movies had steady audiences back in UK and USA. She was a glamour gal of yesteryears and had turned to serious acting lately and had enough head and business sense to work with the best Directors in the Industry. She was considered something of a small millionaire and had a beach resort of her own in Kerala. It was lucky that an Indian friend of mine in UK hailing from Kerala, her home state was a cousin of hers and had introduced her to me in an awards function in UK two years ago.

She was a tall, vivacious and spirited lady in early forties and her lush mature curves hidden in red silk saree and matching tight silk vest had me panting mentally for more. Not knowing anyone else in the Indian function, I had stuck to her like glue.

Mami, she had told me, was what her friends called her and that included me.

My cousin had told me that she had a daughter for family but her marriage was a failure as her worthless husband had swindled her ruthlessly before she had called it quits.

She had shown interest in me and my work and we had had dinner in the function sharing the same table. She told me that it was the first time she was with a Black man like me and she was really fascinated. I had asked her to dance with me and she had obliged. Her biggish tits had brushed against my chest once too often to be an accident and my curious pecker had poked her in the soft belly when we moved but she had not drawn back and had held me close as if she did not notice my arousal. Well, the cunning wench, two can play a game, I thought and pressed home my 'advantage'!

In the end, she had heartily invited me to her home in Kerala whenever I was in India. That was, as I said, two years ago.

When I had called her before leaving for India for vacation a month ago, she was excited that I still remembered her and had insisted that I spend time as her guest in her resort on the Kappad beach.

Mami had told me before I boarded the plane at Chennai that her driver Choran would pick me up and I would be driven straight to her resort home a couple of hours away.

As I blinked in the harsh afternoon sun at the waiting stream of escorts, a white uniformed chauffeur holding a chalk marked board with 'Rock' written in bold letters squinted up at me. He had to. He was five feet to my six-two. I waved at him and he smiled black tobacco stained teeth and came to me.

"Mr. Rock sir, Madam waiting for you..." he said in a heavily accented Indian voice.

"Lead me on", I said cheerfully and he huffed all the way to the blue Mercedes in the Parking lot carrying my heavy airbag.

The air conditioned car was a welcome relief from the humidity outside. As the driver took the car to the Highway and sped along, he switched on a soft soothing music on which went 'Ayyappa...Ayyappa'. I asked him what it meant; he replied "It's our Lord in the Hills, a God..."and went on to hum the full song along. 

I must have fallen asleep for over an hour.

The car was now passing through distinctly unfriendly road and I woke up to see why. The road was small and dusty and was being re-laid by black Tar mixing machines all the way. So I guessed we had driven off the Highway sometime ago and should be now somewhere close to Mami's resort. 

I could even smell sea distinctly in the air now and many Lungi-clad (Lungi-colourful slit gowns worn at the waist) fishermen with their nets and baskets of catch cycled along the road beside us.

The mud road led to a side lane and broadened out into an estate driveway hemmed in on both sides by tall green bushes that hummed with crickets and night birds.

The Estate house itself was a beautiful antiquated colonial structure that sat in the middle of a lovely stretch of sea and I could see the sun setting in the west clearly as we entered the tall ornate porch.

As I got out, Mamini came rushing at me like the refreshing sea breeze. I looked at her as she descended the few granite steps to her front door.

Mami, a fair skinned tall and big woman about my height was looking ravishing in a blue and green cotton 'salwar kameez' that Indian women wear that fitted her like a glove. She had a cotton veil (Dupatta) covering her abundant bosom and it did nothing to hide the sweet jiggle of her melon-sized breasts as she neared me smilingly.

"Welcome, welcome, dear Rock to this poor lady's home!" she invited me modestly and offered me a warm soft hand and we exchanged the normal pleasantries.

We walked up the stairs to her well lit veranda which was decked with soft cushioned sofas alround and she said cheerfully,

"Rock, you look good and I had seen you quite sometime back..."

I winked at her and said, "If anyone could become younger and lovelier after two years, you have done the feat quite marvellously..."

She tinkled melodiously as she nodded her head at my praise, "Always you praise me so lavishly...as If I would believe it..."

I shrugged and plonked down on one of the sofas and sighed.

"You should, you know. Ask your fans; ask your distributor of films. All of them cannot be wrong..."

She sat down near me and looked fascinated.

"Talking about films, I have just one more assignment this week and I plan to spend the rest of the time attending to you and taking you round...Playing the perfect host..."

I took her soft fair hand in mine and gave her my amorous look that has melted many a female heart.

"Oh Mami honey, you would, won't you? It's so boring to see the sun setting and moon rising on a lonely beach all by myself..."

Before Mami could open her mouth to reply, someone called,

"Mummy!"

It was 'Mummy' and not 'Mami' as I saw a tall and svelte teenaged girl in the doorway smiling down at us. Obviously she was her daughter, as Mami beckoned her smilingly saying, 

"C'mon, Yuvi...This indeed is Rock from UK..." as if they had talked about me earlier.

The daughter was a fine young peach, about five feet- seven and looked smart and shapely. Her white T-shirt accentuated her prominent tits that were just right for her age and her rounded hips and slim legs were moulded tight in her blue denim trousers.

As the daughter approached me with an extended hand, Mami announced in a proud parental voice,

"She is Youwani...Yuvi for short, my daughter..."

Yuvi was sensational at close quarters and clasped my hands and seemed to like me pressing hers hard for an extended time. There will be time for naughtiness with her, I thought...

The girl had finished her Junior college and was seventeen, I was told by her doting mother. They made a fine pair sitting there next to each other talking animatedly.

She was talking about her boy friend, Chutiyan and how smart he was with cameras and Internet. 

Mami told me excitedly that we were going to have a nice party that evening and the girl was full of praise for her mother for allowing Chutiyan to come along.

Mami got up and brushed her dress over her swelling figure and the dress hugged her full curves splendidly.

As she turned, I saw her arse was big as it was perfectly rounded and sashayed tantalisingly in her walk. I felt that awakening twitch in my groin just looking at those juicy curves.

Yuvi came along to show me my room upstairs and I caught her sweet musky perfume and complimented her. She was all goggle-eyed at me and said 'I was a big man' and it was difficult to find 'such men among her peers'. I replied that it was difficult to find a sweeter girl than her in any country in the world. She went red in the face, muttered a throaty 'Thank you' and looked at me even more wonderingly. It was clear to me that six foot tall Black African men like me were indeed a rare commodity in Kerala backwaters. I had half the mind to whisk her off the feet and show her what I was good at. I held back.

---2---

I had bathed and slept and later in the evening, gone down to the chandelier-lit spacious living room.

The walls had Ravi Varma paintings of Kerala and floor was a sparkling marble expanse.

Mami met at the stairs, took my hand and ushered me in.

She was wearing a blue silk saree and I must say the Indian women know exactly how to look both seductive and modest at the same time in those swirling silks.

Her matching blue blouse had a deep V-neck that went down a mile and her ripe mango-like breasts jutted out temptingly. She had tied the saree inches below her sweet navel and her bare midriff was asking to be caressed.

There was a slim curly haired youth in corduroy and T shirt with a gleeful Yuvi and she was hanging on to his arms. I looked at his goatee and shifty eyes and developed an immediate dislike to him.

Yuvi brought him over to where I held a drink and introduced her trophy saying, 

"Rock sir, he is Chutiyan, my best friend" and looked up at him dotingly.

"Hello sir", he said in a gravely voice and his hands felt soft and damp when we I shook it.

"Hello there, Enjoying yourself?" I asked mildly.

Those shifty eyes again!

"Yes sir, Yuvi and I have known each other since six months" he claimed proudly as if that was close to a lifetime.

Yuvi went on animatedly,

"Rock, he is very good at camera and in fact he is managing Mummy's new movie in English and Malayalam now...What's more, he has even offered me a small role in it..."

"Oh, is that so?" I asked, surprised that a creep like him should be in movies at all.

He lit a cigarette and blew smoke up at the bright chandeliers and nodded.

"Yes, my uncle and I are co-producing it actually, it's a theme movie and Mami madam has liked the script. In fact..." he held his lean chest out and continued,

"Tomorrow evening is the first shoot right here in the beach cottage", he pointed his cigarette indifferently towards the windows, as if it was a famous landmark.

"Uh-huh" I replied showing marked indifference to it and went on toward the ravishing Mami who was arranging the dinner table for us.

"Let's dance" said she huskily. Her eyes twinkled at me when I casually sneaked an arm round her bare warm waist and felt the soft yielding tiers. She was getting on in years and had all those delicious tiers but she was aging like mature wine.

I held her even closer than I had the last time and felt her jutting breasts squash against my hard chest as we danced.

Her hands crept between our bodies to twirl some hair on my chest unbuttoning my T shirt.

"Rock," she whispered. "Can you see the contrast between our skins, the fair and the dark? It's so novel and exciting" 

Interracial fun appealed to her senses like nothing else had. I held her firmly by her cuddly arse and poked my aching semi hard cock firmly into her soft underbelly and she gasped, feeling it distinctly despite the layers of clothing between us.

She whispered salaciously, "Rock, you are rightly called Mr.Hard...You are too bold..."

I kissed her forehead on the red vermilion mark,

"The Bold and The Beautiful! Fits us nicely, isn't it?" 

"You really think so?" she purred as we moved breathing into each other's hair.

I rubbed my hardened peter against her yielding abdomen and whispered in her ears,

"What more proof do you want...Tongues may lie, but these things can't..." I said and pressed in my 'point' emphatically. 

I saw from the corner of my eyes that the shifty eyed boy friend had by now put his hands on the girl's young boobs clandestinely as he hugged her and she was cooing in his ears. I still didn't like their closeness and forced myself to look away.

Soon I whispered to Mami that I was too hard to be dancing decently and wanted out. She giggled knowingly,

rearranged her veil back over her firm breasts and moved back and I felt a vacuum create on my chest where they had so deliciously pressed against me till then. The teenaged couple were still eagerly pressing against each other and giggling slyly in a corner.

The dinner was sufficient but the taste was too exotic and spicy. I had to swallow a few dollops of ice cream after consuming the steaming Biryani rice to relieve the burning.

We consumed a lot of wine during the dinner and Mami was feeling heady and intoxicated. She looked more appetising than the entire course laid on the table with her seductive smoking eyes and uninhibited manner. She had become more casual and her veil fell from the shoulders more frequently and her humdinger tits stared at me from close quarters and begged to be caressed. I was finding it tough to stop myself from doing something brash like that publicly.

With mom herself a little drunk, the daughter and her boyfriend felt even bolder and kissed passionately at the door before he went home. I lifted Mami out of the chair where she had sprawled and she looked drunkenly up at me and attempted to kiss me aiming my mouth; but it fell short and her mouth felt wet against my throat.

"Mmmm...Rock. Thanks....Hope you had a swell time too" she said falteringly and I replied it could not have been better.

As I caressed her soft yielding buttocks over her silk saree longingly, she murmured,

"Tomorrow evening I have a shoot with that guy Chutiyan and party at my beach cottage for their new production..."

"And where is this beach house of yours?" I queried not quite sure why I wanted to know as we went up clambering over the staircase to her bedroom. 

She told me it was about a kilometre away down the beach, set in the coconut grove. 

But as it turned out, I was glad I did ask.

---3---

The next morning I went around the beach house and got to the beach in less than ten minutes. The waves were running in fast and furious and the sun was shining down brightly.

Fishermen were out in the sea sailing in their small motor boats and I could see their hutments in the distance.

There were wild tropical shrubs down a kilometre from where I started and also a big clump of coconut trees. 'Probably that is where her beach house is' I thought and as I walked on the hot sand, I heard a faint tinkle of a female laughter coming from the bushes and the sound was loud enough to carry over that of the waves.

Thinking something was fishy there, I went ahead to investigate and saw the silhouettes of two girls playing with each other. There was another clump of shrub close by and as I wanted to watch, it provided a perfect cover and yet not too distant from the scene.

The girls were about eighteen thereabouts, definitely belonging to the local fishermen colony and their nets lay discarded by their side where they had sprawled on the sand inside the shrubbery.

I sat down with a thumping heart and my mouth turned dry as I saw they had already removed their cotton blouses and were naked waist above. They both had similar dark skinned (nearly as dark as me!) moderate structure and their tits were like dark papaya fruits tipped with black grapes for nipples. The girls were giggling to themselves perhaps on successfully getting a rendezvous there for their intimacy. Each girl now hugged the other and kissed feelingly and I heard their suppressed moans of excitement clearly from where I sat.

The girl on the left now held the other at an arm's distance and took the girl's pear shaped breasts in her hands and squeezed them, eliciting an 'AHHH...Ammmmaaa' from her companion. The companion, now not to be outdone, lifted the short cotton 'lehnga' gown of her friend and exposed her slim dark legs all the way to her upper thighs. Their skins shined in the sunlight filtering through the shrub from above and they lay down beside each other, again tinkling with amorous laughter and expectation. 

The sun was beating down hot on my neck but the scene was hotter. I wiped streaming sweat of my brows and stretched legs giving some leeway to my expanding cock in the jocks which had started showing abnormal curiosity in the lesbian goings-on.

The first girl came on top of the other and licked her neck lasciviously making wet patterns that glistened on her black skin in the sun. Her hands caressed her friend's sumptuous tits that seemed too big for her slender hands and kissed each turgid black nipple with growing lust alternately that caused the partner moan and thrash her legs in reaction making the shrubs sway wildly.

The girl below growled and forcibly pushed her partner down and feasted her eyes on her heaving black boobs before dipping her head to sample the fruits.

She expertly licked around the swelling areola even as she pushed the other's gown down the waist so she was fully naked. May be these girls in Kerala did not believe in wearing unnecessary undergarments or they had come prepared.

Her one hand held a black tit like a prize to kiss it, while the other sneaked in between the girl's splayed thighs to find her soft centre.

I could see her glass bangled hands tinkle as she worked furiously in the girl's aching junction to whip up her passion. Naturally the girl below clutched the head of the other firmly to her chest squashing it against her rising tits and moaned libidinously. 

"Ohh..akkaa..ammmaaa..."

The girl below thought it was her turn to reciprocate the foreplay and soon she pushed the other down and flung the mildly protesting partner's lehnga (gown) above so forcefully that it hung perilously on a twig of shrubbery above their heads.

The girl on top moved on, kissing and licking the other's firm tits and soft black abdomen; held her threshing legs and got down to taste her dark bush. I could see their black skinned backs and sides roll madly on the hot sand and many a twig broke with cracking sounds and the shrub flattened considerably in the process.

It was a lonely stretch of beach and they had not expected on seeing anybody at the time. Probably it was their regular hideout.

I had to open my fly and let out my hot cock get some air and as I did, it sprang out like a caged snake.

As I stroked its aching length longingly, I saw the girls had now correctly assumed a '69' position and were sucking each other's pussies thirstily. They would raise their heads and moan loudly in between the hot licking sessions and their limbs threshed around the bush and sands crazily. I was madly stroking my pulsating prick all along too.

The girl below soon became more agitated and gripped the black swaying arse of the lass above and drummed a series of steady slow spanks on them as if encouraging her to come more even as she ate her moist gully from below.

The girl above reciprocated by moving her mouth swiftly on the partner's eager wet pussy up and down, and started a series of spanks on a black hip herself. Her head was towards me and shrubs having flattened out I saw she inserted her fingers in the brown puckered arsehole while licking and munching her pussy. Not to be left behind, the girl below finger-fucked and sucked her dripping hole soundly, measure for measure.




Rocking On Tour Ch. 04



The girls became too agitated now, spanks became louder, moans turned to ecstatic mewls and I was sure anyone else passing close by would have easily spotted them but they were too far gone into their climax cycle to care.

And so was I for that matter and I gritted my teeth and came in short bursts all over the shrub and sands. My come dripped off the twigs of the shrub as I collapsed seeing the grinding duo in the hiding place come to a joint climax as their pussies quaked and mouths uttered inane local words like 'Ohh, ammaa, ahh, akkaa' etc. 

I did not want to linger and get spotted or embarrass them, they had given me some terrific voyeur time and I was glad for the break.

I sneaked out to the open the other side the bush and slowly walked back to Mami's home getting my breath and composure back.

----4----

It was evening 8 pm and I was down at the front door seeing Mami and Yuvi off for the film shooting.

The rest of the day after witnessing the beach sex from the hot Kerala fisherwomen had passed off lazily and I had enjoyed seeing a Malayalam film staring Mami with both daughter and the mom after lunch.

It was a few years older one wherein Mami played a glamour gal falsely implicated in a murder and she falls in love with the detective who comes to investigate. The climax was a shocker as it reveals the detective himself was hand in glove with the villain and in the end she shoots him dead.

There were some melodious sounding songs filmed on the beaches and Mami looked ravishing in short cotton dresses that showed off her meaty thighs and jumping boobs splendidly. Yuvi was on my right and Mami was leaning on my shoulders from the left on the couch while watching the movie on the DVD, and she had necked with me shamelessly despite Yuvi's furtive glances. 'Mom was hardly being a role model to her daughter', I felt but my cock could not care less when she drew crazy fingernail patterns on my jean clad thighs all the way to my fly and I had sucked my breath in and shifted uncomfortably in my seat to avoid my big bulge of my manhood from being seen to either of them.

Now that they were getting into the car and were waving me bye-bye, I felt a little lonely. They had said they would be coming in late from the shoot and I was not to wait for them. Dinner would be served by the cook, it was arranged.

I wished when I was alone something exciting would happen to keep me engaged.

It was just as well that after consuming some cold beer, I left to walk on the beach, half expecting to see some more beach action from horny couples.

It was a long walk. The weather was humid and the waves were relentlessly breaking in to bubbly surf on the shore. It was quarter to midnight and sea breeze felt cool on the skin.

The sky was clear and moon looked far and as lonely as perhaps me.

I walked up to the coconut grove wanting to surprise the film crew.

The beach house was a medium sized one storey building set in a clearing among tall trees and there were some cars and vans parked outside ostensibly belonging to the film crew and light trickled in from the curtained windows. There was no one guarding outside.

I was in two minds as I never want to barge in uninvited anywhere.

It was then that I heard something which made up my mind.

It sounded like the crack of a whip or belt hitting someone and there was a muted yelp possibly from the victim.

'It could be just a film scene, you are just worrying unnecessarily', I said to myself and again thought of going back. 

"No, Chutiyan, you can't do this..." It was Yuvi's voice coming over loud and clear and it was cut short by what sounded like a smack on her face and she started whimpering. The hair on the nape of my neck bristled sensing foreboding danger.

I waited no longer. 'The hell with the scene', I thought, gritted my teeth and made for the closed door. 'They can reshoot it afterwards, but not before I satisfy myself that ladies are not in trouble'

There were some disturbed voices coming from inside and as I banged on the door, someone said 'SHHHHH' so loudly that it was like the hiss of a snake. 

"There is someone now... HELP!" cried Yuvi from inside.

I went back a few paces and ran forward thrusting my big muscular right shoulder to the wooden panelled door.

The door burst open under my force and I went stumbling in. As I got my balance and drew back to see what was happening, I gaped and swore.

There were a couple of cameramen and light boys around but I was shocked to see Mami was naked, tied on a small wooden cot, legs splayed. There was a puny looking Kerala boy standing and looking over at her, completely naked with a whip in hand. His small four-inch cock was semi erect and hung there dolefully uncertain of what to do. He looked shocked out of his wits when I rushed towards him.

To my left was Chutiyan who held a topless crying Yuvi in his grip, his hands over her mouth. Her shirt lay torn at her feet. The cameraman dropped his equipment with a clang and looked ready to bolt but I took him first by the scruff of his collar and smashed his face on to my rising knee cap.

Chutiyan in reflex pushed a crying Yuvi away and swore,

"What the hell... Who..." but I was moving at the naked boy with the limp cock like a lightning. I punched his face 'judo' style and he went down with a loud bellow onto the floor. He got up and started stumbling madly towards the door to escape, wailing in pain, his whip discarded.

They had ambushed and hurt me back in Nilgiris tea estate (Read 'Rock In Blue hills-Ch.3') but I was ready for the goons this time around. I was not trained in 'judo' for nothing.

The light boys shouted in panic in their local language and made for the door and I let them be and turned my attention to Chutiyan who had drawn a pen knife from his pocket and was almost on me. I whacked a right to his face and surprisingly he ducked under it as my arm went sailing past and his hand lunged with the knife at my legs. I stepped away in a flash but still it nipped me on the outside of my right thigh drawing blood. I hissed with fury and kicked him in the guts and he went sailing away taking the mounted light down with him. 

The glass dome light splintered with a crash and fragments fell all over a crying Chutiyan on the floor. He looked madly at me, took hold of the light stand and was thinking of flinging at me when I rushed ahead and stomped my booted right foot on his forehead, wincing in pain as the gash on my thighs opened up and blood spilled on the wooden floor below.

Chutiyan gurgled loudly and his face bleeding badly went off like that fused bulb now lying on his chest.

I turned and saw that apart from cameraman who lay groaning and lay twisting in one corner and an unconscious Chutiyan in the centre of the room, all others had bolted the scene through the broken door. 

Except Mami and Yuvi, I mean.

There was only a tube-light in the room now and it felt darker after the big lights had crashed out in the fight.

Yuvi was kneeling next to her sprawled and tied mother struggling to get the ropes off and I rushed over.

Mami although gloriously naked, looked totally helpless tied and gagged on the wooden cot and I saw some red welts where they had whipped her on the creamy skin of her stomach.

I knelt and she wanted to speak through the gag but I shushed her and took a crying Yuvi in my arms and she sobbed pitifully on my shoulders. 

I cut the ropes loose with Chutiyan's knife and removed the gag quickly. Mami was so shocked and embarrassed to be seen thus that she quickly made for the heap of clothes that lay in a corner almost tripping over the fallen bodies of the injured men.

Yuvi stood next to me, sniffed and looked at me tearfully using her hands to cup her naked breasts, spoke for the first time.

"I never knew that this bastard wanted to film us in the naked. He duped me, cheated me..." Her voice rose but I embraced her and shushed her again.

"I can very well understand the scene, Yuvi... Looks like this is a Blue film set"

Mami came rushing back and I saw she had quickly gained her composure back though her dupatta (veil) was still hastily thrown over her heaving bosom.

"Rock... Oh Rock, you dear man...what would we have done if you had not come in now?" she sobbed and fell into my embrace and I held her trembling form till she subsided and looked up wiping her tears.

"I can't tell you how bad this shoot turned out...

These idiots promised a theme film with fake script and My God, when we arrived here, they locked us in...

It was some kind of a porn film they had in mind all the time. That son of a bitch, Chutiyan tied me up and asked that local fisherman boy to whip me and...do...do it, you know..." Her voice fell to a husky shamed whisper.

"Do it, I know", I repeated thinking the Indian women can be so charmingly shy when it comes to calling sex as 'sex'.

Yuvi had found her T shirt and was getting into it, her back to us. She cut in,

"Chutiyan warned us that he had already announced on his website that our movie is coming and had collected money in advance. He...He beat us both!" She sniffed; the betrayal of love was so shocking that words failed her.

I nodded understandingly and hugged them both and winced when I took a step forward.

We looked at the nasty looking gash on my outer thigh.

"We have to call the Police, you know..." I started as Yuvi tore off her mother's veil and started tying a rough bandage around my leg.

Mami was already frantically searching for her mobile phone in her vanity bag that lay on the cot.

Her plump breasts, without the veil which covered them, filled her tight silk tops to the capacity and they heaved under her emotion threatening to burst out.

She looked up and asked me wonderingly,

"How did you come here? I mean... why..."

I grinned.

"I have a sixth sense. I look after my women" I said and hugged a grateful looking Yuvi even closer and she giggled with relief.

"Frankly, I did not quite like the sickly looking boyfriend of yours" I told Yuvi "or the liberties he was taking with you in the dance..." Yuvi positively reddened with shame and hid her face deep in my shoulder.

Mami knotted her eyebrows. "Even I wondered how he could be mixed up in the movies... with all my years in the industry...Hmmm, but because Yuvi insisted he was good..." She looked at her daughter who was looking ashamed of it and shrugged.

"Hello Police?" She started talking on the mobile phone and walked out the broken door to the moonlit humid night and to freedom.

Part 2

---1---

All of us needed rest that night but we did not get any. It only became busier after the local Police arrived in the jeep.

The Inspector, a burly looking man with tobacco stained teeth seemed awestruck that he was called in on the famous actress' case. He gloated about 'Police efficiency' but seemed sorry that I had somehow taken the limelight away from them.

They took care of the fallen men of course, herding them mercilessly into the cramped jeep, promised 'quick action', whatever that meant to the boastful Inspector and drove away at quarter past three in the morning.

There was a moment's uneasy silence after they went. We were a tired lot and women did not really know what to say then. It had taken quite an emotional toll on us. We went away back to our rooms silently.

I cleaned the wound on the thigh in the bathroom with a disinfectant and balm; and came in naked, flopped down on the cool sheets and feel asleep immediately.

When I did wake up, it was Mami shaking me gently by the shoulder. I opened my eyes, saw bright sunlight coming in through the glazed windows from the sides.

I quickly saw that someone had covered me with a bed sheet across my waist and my prick was mercifully hidden now. It had to be her.

However as I always woke with a hard-on and today was no different, my erect 9-inch cock looked like a covered leaning tower of Pisa down there.

"Rock, good morning" Mami's brightly smiling face broke into a big smile over my face and I could smell her fresh Colgate breath.

"Do you like have coffee or tea?"

I got up sluggishly.

"Coffee, tea or me is the right question" I said. "Tell me when you came in, was I...?" I stopped poignantly looking at my prominent protrusion at the groins.

"Yes", she giggled conspiratorially. "You were sleeping on the back looking like an excited farm donkey down there..." She touched the tip of my excited organ with a forefinger accusingly.

I smacked her hand away playfully.

"Don't. You don't know that it bites..."

She laughed throatily,

"Rock hard indeed. You don't know how relieved and glad we are today" She continued, tying her fluffy cotton bathrobe around her big figure. She mixed coffee without much ado and continued,

"Yuvi and I, I meant... the poor girl slept near me and sobbed the rest of the night, the first time in many years"

I nodded and looked at her silently. Though she had recovered from the night's trauma she looked still a bit uneasy. It was up to me to put her at ease and comfort fully.

"Can I take a look at your wound and dress it please?" she was already lifting the folds of the sheet over my legs.

I was quick to whisk it back and said,

"Don't you dare, lady! Let me lose my piss erection and join you when I am more presentable..." I tied the bed-sheet around me in true Kerala style and ran to the bathroom.

When I returned to the bedroom refreshed soon after, she was bolting the door, came to me and winked at me.

"I want to dress the wound as well as look at 'your majesty'!! Hmmm...If my young daughter sees such specimen she may faint you know..."

I came back to bed and drew her to me.

"Think of yourself first, your young daughter is not as innocent as she makes out..." I said unnecessarily remembering an avoidable Chutiyan.

I threw my bathrobe open and lay back on the bed fully naked. I am proud of my figure as have been my lovers in the past, what with a six foot-two height, gleaming black muscular body and a smiling gentle face. My USP of course was my thick proud cock which remains at a modest six inch length when not excited and transforms to a full monstrous 9 inch throbbing hot piston when it smells action. 

Not many women have discarded the sight as something mundane.

But Mami's reaction at seeing me naked fully thus was to be seen to be believed.

Her hands flew to her mouth stifling a startled gasp first and in the next few seconds left the 'O' of the open mouth unattended and thrust themselves to my loins and the object of her fascination.

"Rockkkkkkk..."she drawled, gasping and scarcely concealing her wonder, "Uiyyyyyyyyyyy, maa!"

Her own gown came undone in the unseemly hurry she displayed in getting to me and out spilled a pair of most ripe and delicious looking pair of healthy breasts that I have ever encountered.

But she quickly composed herself and looked down at the bright red gash that showed on my hairy black thigh. 

"Haaa...That's very nasty" she grumbled and took out some iodine and dabbed it with a wad of cotton. It burned so I flinched and jumped.

"Heyyy...That's not nasty....what you did was" I said complainingly and her cool fair skinned hands now patted my strong thigh consolingly and as she bent, her gown front opened again and her luscious pink tipped boobs invited me. I was itching for action and wasted no more time and I took those ripe globes in my hands and gave them a good squeeze, aching with desire. They felt both cool and warm at the same time, if that were possible.

My cock as if on cue rose to full majestic height and now her hands on my thighs applying a cool balm faltered and she looked up gasping at the development.

"You said it was just a piss erection" She tried to reason, "Now what happened..." continued she mischievously.

I drew her firmly by her arms so she fell on my naked chest losing balance. 

"That was then...This is now" I replied palming her soft yielding boob flesh so she understood.

She looked at me flushed and happy from my chest.

"Rock, will you .... Now...I mean..." she started shyly, now her hands gained enough confidence to grip my aching cock length and started a slow up and down motion on the heated stem.

"I am damned if I didn't" I said feelingly and drew her face to me and kissed those pink and wet lips and her eyes closed in elation. My other hand went over the delectable hillocks of her arse and in no time I had whisked her bathrobe away from her fair and pink mature body, disrobing her fully.

She was a sight and a feast for the famished eyes and I was certainly one.

My tongue danced against her own slithering soft tongue and we ended the kiss sloppily, drew back and looked at each other hungrily like two gladiators before action.

"Rock..." she said unsteadily gaining her breath back, 

"I have not had any man after my husband left...."

She looked at the bewilderment in my face and nodded.

"Yes me, a famous film star and all that. Still I have not slept with anyone else..." she said this with simple dignity befitting her age and stature and I believed it was true.

I caressed her taut thighs and her skin felt hot and smooth as silk. 

"Are you sure, Mami?" I asked although I knew the answer.

Her hand gripping my pulsating cock tightened in assent.

"You won't leave Kerala without sampling my hospitality now...I want to pay back..."She said sincerity creeping into her voice.

I did not wait to hear any more lengthy explanation and drew her over me and fell back on the pillows. My cock stood strong and turgid, poked her straight in the junction of her firm arse cheeks reminding her of impending course of action. She looked a big yummy doll sitting on my abdomen facing me; a fair and pink mature apparition out to quench years of sexual thirst right then and there.

I put my hands on her heaving soft bosom and gave her hardening nipples a firm squeeze and pulled on them playfully. She growled lustily and threw her head back till her Adam's apple bobbed up at me.

"Ride me and catch me if you can..." I challenged the big actress recalling her horse-riding scene in the movie we had seen the previous day.

"Ah-ha, I see..." she said sweet Malayalam accent and slipped all the way down to my knee caps on her bent knees.

"Not before I have had my breakfast" she said mysteriously and I stupidly looked at the plates on the side-table.

"Rock, Oh Rock..." she saw and admonished as if I was a child and bent all the way forward and took my erect upstanding black African cock into her wet mouth.

I felt my prick had slipped into a cup of melting butter that sucked me all the way to a pleasurable heaven

"Ohh..." I groaned as the diamond studded ring on her fingers scraped my sensitive skin at the back of my cock as her hand drew my pulsing length even more firmly to feed it all the way between the 'O' of her pink lips in.

She lovingly ate me thoroughly, as if my throbbing cock were some ice cream cone she had bought on a lonely beach, slowly and lazily sucking the stem in and pulling it back, her fingers peeling my foreskin over the red glistening knob. Her mischievous tongue would then lave my exposed pink cock-head like it was being worshipped and her tip of the tongue dipped to wash my aperture on the bulbous head. I swear some of her tongue actually went inside my cock hole and licked my pre-semen before it dribbled out.

I saw her big soft buttocks were turned invitingly at me and I cupped the soft flesh and caressed it and even gave it playful spanks. But she was not to be distracted from her task of single-minded cock worship and her fingernails maddeningly scraped me all along the hot length when the slick stem was out of her mouth and then ever so slowly feed it into soft melting wetness, her tongue lapping it as if to wipe out the scarping sensation caused before.




Rocking On Tour Ch. 04



Her other hand cupped my big sac of scrotum and held them up lovingly to her face occasionally lick and squeeze it, making me squirm and gasp under her weight.

She once swallowed my one single ball into her wet mouth and turned the gland over and over inside till my squirming almost threw her off my body.

"Thunne, Thunne...Um-Mum-huhu" she murmured talking to it, and cuddled it against her cheeks (which I learnt later meant 'big penis' in her language).

"My Chinna, thangam ( Gold), My God, you are" she would address it and whispering softly to my black glistening cock length in front of her face, playfully twang her fingers against the burning length making it vibrate with lust, taking me to the limits of endurance. 

It was a beautiful long cock worship session but it was killing me.

Her saliva and my pre-semen had dribbled over my cock, scrotum and trickled drop by drop on the crumpled sheets of the bed.

Sometimes I would feel my semen rise in my cock and I could feel it even in my throat but she would press a particular junction at the cock base where it all starts firmly with a thumb and the sensation and spasm would pass and I would have lived another day. Whew...

I groaned unintelligibly below but was powerful enough to turn her over and pulled her so she fell back beside me, half her face coated with our copious juices.

I rose over her and quickly caught on to her flushed tits and sucked on her big pink teats and it set off a storm inside her deep and she quaked and held on to me as her body shook with desire.

I gripped her milky pot-like tits in both hands. The ones, the sneak peek of which, elicits catcalls and wolf whistles from her lecherous movie fans in this land. I now held them in my bare black hands and sucked on the sensitive turgid tips feverishly. 

She mewled passionately,

"Ohhhh, eat me , you hungry man...Enn Paal kudi ( 'Drink my milk' in her language!)

Next, I licked her soft and curvy stomach including the fading patterns of the red welts where they had belted her last night, laving it lovingly so she felt it and moaned in approval an- "Ahhh...Ammmmmaaaa" in response.

My face now traversed on her underbelly kissing her inch by inch drawing close to the waiting mouth of her treasure chest.

Her pussy-flower glistened behind a sparse bush of black curly hairs and my fingers split the fat outer labia and opened the pink innards to my lips.

I licked the walls of her hotbox methodically and slowly slowing raising her body temperature. Her breath hastened into gasps and she gripped my black curly African hairdo to her fair and pink waiting yoni.

One black finger slipped into her melting pussy pot and probed the well deeply. I held her formidable beautiful silky thighs apart and dipped in. Those thundering thighs, the Indian audience pay thousands to see on screen and perhaps masturbate at home in memory. And her revered pussy waiting for me, I thought, which her fans would have given arm to see and which the Chutiyan gang had almost succeeded in doing, but not quite. It was all mine now, the unseen forbidden treasures of Mami.

Yes, I held her shapely smooth legs firmly next to my face and licked her moist quim between them, animatedly drawing the long tongue of mine on her sensitive pink pussy lips and teased her hooded clit.

"Ayyyyoooo...Fuck and kill me..haa! Nowwww..." she was pleading me in a husky voice, her face contorted with lust.

"Fuck and Fuck and fuck me with that huge black 'Thunne' of yours...Please, Rock ...Come inside me! 

I was on the edge of my endurance too. So I rose like a black Hercules towering over her voluptuous hungry body and inserted my twitching cock into her waiting juicy orifice smoothly.

"Ahhhhhh" she groaned in satisfaction, tears in relief as I inched forward with all my force into her welcome warmth, feeling her pussy walls closing on my girth. She moved her groins upto mine and splayed her thighs apart as wide as possible to accommodate my full length but by her groans now bordering on pain and shock, I knew I had met uncharted territory in her.

My breath was coming in rasps and my mouth tasted of her pussy honey. I was feeling reckless and fuck-heady; and I started motor-like firm thrusts into her cunt, pile driving inside her with a steady rhythm.

"Hoo...Hooo...Hooooo...Take it Mami...T.A K E This!!"

"This and this and T. H. I. S. and T...H...I...SSSSS!", my voice and penetrations rising in crescendo and speed smacking flesh into flesh, meeting her hot eager welcoming body in a frenzy of lovemaking.

I will give it to her, she took my full turgid 9 inch length cheerfully, and excitedly but never once winced in pain. I drove gruntingly into her slushy wet chute of a cunt like a drunken demon and she met me thrust for thrust, locking her famous star legs on my sweating and working black waist, all the while begging for more.

'Oh, Rock...Don't stop...Feels heavenly...Your thick cock is melting my pussy...Yes, harder and, more....Oh, love me and I will give you anything you want'...'Everything you darling...Just keep fucking that pussy' and such encouraging endearments in my ears which no doubt refuelled my energies and renewed my efforts for a longer session of robust steamy fucking. 

The bed-sheets had long disappeared off the bed and so were pillows, lying scattered on the floor due to the frenzied threshing of our sweating limbs caught in the frenzy of ecstasy. 

After what seemed like an hour of frenzied coupling we both felt the rising waves of climax building up inexorably in us and when it hit us, we were both unprepared. It was like the lash of a tsunami wave and we burst inside each other's deepest portion.

My cock pumped seed after healthy white thick seed in jets and my juices flooded Mami's lubricated cunt and we groaned and collapsed in exhaustion. I lay my face on her sweat-moist shoulders, hearts thumping madly and felt my still hard cock weakly pulsing deep in her womb still injecting remnants of come.

We both felt our groins, thighs and buttocks splattered with our cum and our limbs slipped against each other. I rose on my shoulders and looked at Mami who lay with her eyes closed, still lost in the dream world we had both entered into.

I kissed some sweat off her face and she opened her eyes, looked at me divinely and asked simply,

"What did you do to me now? Ha?"

I bucked once more, my still spasmimg cock getting deeper into her and said,

"Well, you called me a farm donkey in heat and I gave you a practical demonstration of my capabilities!"

She held my face lovingly and whispered,

"Rock, I feel I just had my nuptials, you know..."

She explained, "The first night for the couple in a Hindu wedding..." she laughed at the parody but asserted,

"Yes, in spite of having a seventeen year old daughter, this was truly my nuptials, all because..." she then put a hand between our drenched bodies and gripped my slippery semi erect cock. "...of this black monster 'thunne'" she wriggled it victoriously.

She said that word 'thunne' so sweetly and endearingly that it gave another lurch in her fist in acknowledgement of her compliment.

She got off me looking at the breakfast plates and said,

"Let's eat...I am feeling hungry with all the exertion you put me into" she pouted. 

"Makes two of us, I guess" I got up. She served us bread toast, jam and coffee.

We sat naked on the bed admiring each other and ate.

When we had put away the plates and washed and I made for the bathroom, she yanked me back on the bed so we fell over each other and she quickly entwined her smooth calves and thighs around me.

"Rock, you challenged me to ride you and catch you if I can. I want to take it up right now!"

So saying she pushed me down on the bed, vaulted herself astride me and took my already thickening cock in her hand and pushed down hard. I felt my cock entering her wet cosy heaven again and she started riding me moaning 'oh, you insatiable 'thunne'...I will see who survives in the end'.

As I grew full length in her hot cunt, her eyes widened in amazement at how it and rose and fell over me enthusiastically.

I held on to her smooth waist tiers and took in the exciting sight of her magnificent tits jumping on her chest while ploughing her wet soil from below with everything I got...

She was jumping up and down on my waist crazily and moaned an emphatic "Nowwwwwwww NOWWWWWWWWW........."

We erupted again ecstatically with every nerve in our body crying release and she fell over me, sweaty, exhausted and we could hear nothing but our thumping heart beats for a long time.

She asked me in awe much later,

"Rock, you darling man... You have literally bathed me in your sweet thick semen, how could you come so much and so frequently?"

I replied casually, "Oh, its just the rainy season now..."

She giggled and poked me in the ribs.

"And how long does the season last?"

I kissed her full on the lips and said, "Just 365 days a year, no more!" 

After that she bent down to see the object of her fascination, held it against her smooth cheeks, kissed and talked to it saying 'she will never let go of it' and 'its rightful place is inside her womb' etc. My cock always gets high on compliments and soon my blood engorged cock was in her mouth again and she worked it inside every which way and sucked me till I came for the third straight time that morning groaning and crying my heart out. 

She got up, wiping her lips off my jism, winked at me and said, 

"Thanks for the breakfast, Rock baby. I will be back for a full course lunch!"

----2-----

I was taking a hot bath singing to myself, carefully avoiding wetting the bandaged wound, when there was a knock on the door. I knew instinctively it must be her and so it was.

She peeped in and looked at my wet body inside the steam filled enclosure and said, "May I come and bathe you?"

I threw the door wide open to let her in.

"Oh sure, make yourself at home..."

She saw that I had put my right leg on a stool away from the spray of shower so my wound did not get wet and pursed her lips

"Poor Rock dear...I am so sorry I got you injured. God knows how I will ever make it up for you"

and took my limp wet cock under the shower in her hand and immediately it started expanding giving her a hint exactly how she could make amends.

She was wearing bathrobe and I deliberately loosened her sash so her lapels came open and my hands could now latch on to her big soft breasts.

As I handled the warm globes softly, she looked at me desire aflame again in her eyes...

"We need not wait till lunch, should we, Rock" and gave my cock an assertive pull and hugged me, both of us getting wet now.

"If you have sufficiently recovered from last time, we can make love standing in the bath.. I will make sure the wound on the thigh is not aggravated...Ok?"

I grabbed the delectable big woman, eyeing hungrily her heavy breasts and smooth thighs and pulled her against me, kicking her fallen bathrobe away on the floor to a corner.

"For a woman like you, I can sustain a thousand such wounds, honey" 

She knelt before me and took my full cock, dribbling hot-water into her even hotter mouth and started sucking like a child cherishing a promised lolly-pop.

I went crazy, hot shower spraying from above; cock being milked and sucked and her wide soft arse water running all over its curves as she knelt before me... 

I grabbed her up and turned her around and bent her in front of me.

She started, "What Rock..."

My answer was to plunge my erect shower-soaked cock bang in to her smiling pink cunt hole from behind, my hands holding onto her wet arse globes firmly for support.

I went in like a greased lightning and my cock cleaved her juicy chambers like a hot knife in a slab of butter.

I fucked her enthusiastically doggy style; hot shower, sweat and sex making a terrific combination in the steaming bathroom. I found it easy to penetrate her now as one of injured legs was bent askew away on the stool to the side and it did give me better balance.

She went moaning in series like "Rock, rock... Fuck, Rockkk...You horny donkey...You are my real-life hero..." and I felt myself going over the edge. 

I held on to her slippery yielding arse flesh in both fists so firmly that it reddened under the force and gave wet spanks on the desirable derriere, mad with passion, grunted and ploughed her horny womb till I felt my semen uncoiling hotly and Lo! I came like a flood again filling every inch of her soft pussy.

She groaned and held on to bath-towel rail form support riding her own ecstasy as she too came powerfully milking me dry inside.

My semen dribbled out of her open pussy, as she stood shaking, down all over her famous thighs to join the running bathwaters on the floor.

---3-----

It was after the lunch when we were in her bed room for the first time that she spoke about Yuvi.

After lunch at the dining table, Yuvi had looked at us envyingly, smirked and gone on to her room. We had gone up to Mami's queenly bedroom that befitted her screen goddess status and there on her soft pink expensive bed, she had treated me to a half hour of intense blow job holding my cock up down and to her side and sucked me every which way saying today is 'her thanksgiving day' in my honour and I should 'allow her to serve me'. It was, she explained, to show her gratitude for 'saving her career and life from the porn gang'.

She even said 'I need not even ejaculate if I felt strained after so many climaxes from earlier' but I should allow her oral worship of my eager manhood as 'just kissing and sucking it does not hurt'. 

I had laughed at this silly proposal and impractical assumptions about male anatomy. After a half hour of enthusiastic and teasing cock-sucking from a naked glamour goddess like her, which prick would refuse to harden or decline to perform just one more time?

I am a bit chivalrous and proud that way and so I told her, "I never fail to get up for a lady"

So it had gone, her climbing on top of me again, making sure my injured and bandaged thigh was away from the moving limbs. She had set the pace slow and grinding from above, asking me to 'keep quiet and not do anything as I may get strained' and had rode on grunting, moaning and squeezing her own bulging tits hornily as waves of fuck-lust swept over her. I had to just lay back and 'get laid' and I did that perfectly. I mean, who wouldn't love to just hold the firm arse and big boobs of Mami, the dream girl of millions in India, when you are at the receiving end of her hospitable love and lust?

I came again shooting my boiling white semen up into her pulsing pussy well, crying my desire to her moaning lust. Our groins felt gummed with thick jelly of our come and we had almost fallen asleep that way.

She was shaking me awake after sometime.

"Rock, I need to you to help me with a vexing problem..."

she started formally looking serious.

She was still naked and I tweaked a nipple and it hardened almost immediately.

"What can I do more, sweety?"

She slapped my naughty hands away.

"It's about Yuvi, my daughter... "She continued. " She needs to be...uh, you know, what you call deflowered".

I started. "What?"

She sighed and lay back on my chest.

"She has gotten into bad company, Rock. The youngsters these days are very free. They have all kinds of bad habits. Drugs too..."

"I am a movie actress and throw parties all the time...Because of my life-style, she picked up a boy friend too..."

I caressed her silky hair.

"That happened to be Mr Dirty Movies, Chutiyan...Ha?" 

"Yes, Rock" she said, her hand sneaking to between my legs and started weighing my balls in her palm again.

"She told me they had necked around a bit and so she is very excited about sex now...But after the nasty incident where she feels betrayed, she is depressed and gone into a shell" I know how much necking they had done if their behaviour at dance was any indication.

I observed, as Mami talked her fingers now peeled the foreskin back over the shaft and caressed the throbbing nerve below with a thumb.

I growled a 'mmmmmm' in response, swallowed and asked her, 

"How can I help? What are you thinking?"

"I don't want her to do anything drastic ...like finding another worthless youth like Chutiyan desperately to satisfy her burning need...So..."

She looked up but held my cock at its base firmly and said,

"Please deflower her, Rock. For me, I request you..."

I held her at an arm's length and asked her seriously 

"Do you mean it? If so how do you imagine that she will come to me? There is something called consent between adults..." I arched my eyebrows "Or do you propose to get her raped?"

She rubbed my cock vigorously in her fist as if to persuade me to see her way.

"No, No, Rock... Nothing so dramatic...I will bring her to you...It will be like coaching sex...We will be together with you and I will help her to do it...That is, if you agree to have both of us with you in bed at the same time..."

I gulped and stared,

"Are you for real? Mother wanting to get her daughter lose virginity is itself rather strange, but talk about being with her in bed, helping her in each step with me...Oh My Goshhh! That's orgy you are talking about!"

She implored, "Please Rock...Don't you see? ...... If not you, she will lose it with another worthless man and probably a junkie or a diseased youth or a criminal like him..."

"Besides..." she went on, shaking my hardening cock in her fist like a trophy she had won, "After getting this cock, I mean after actually tasting your sweet big black 'thunne' in her tight virgin cunt, she will never go to cheap Indian boy friends again, the ones with puny tiny brown cocks...So please say YES!" she was pleading with me earnestly.

Look at the situation this way.

You are with a naked big busted woman like the famous filmstar Mami in bed, her hands are pumping your erect cock, and she would be offering her delectable body unconditionally along with an appeal to screw her young teenaged daughter 'as a favour'...... I mean, it is tough to refuse then. Even for a man with ethics like me. 

It seemed like paradise offered on a platter. Be it a wicked sinning paradise...

[My cock was now fully hard now, having heard her praises heaped on its abilities so far and it was a sucker for compliments. It begged me to say 'yes' and throbbed in anticipation.]

I caressed her big soft tits and pinched her nipples. 

She caught my hands on her chest with her own and whispered,

"Let's teach her sex, Rock...She will never get a man like you here. I want her to get what I have got from you..."

[I dipped my head to her bosom and took one hard nipple in my mouth and sucked.]

"Ummmm..." I said. "Have you examined her feelings for me...Will she like..."

[She traced the throbbing vein on the cock's underside with her nail making me shiver.]

"Leave it to me, Rock. She is very impressed with your heroics and grateful that you saved us...She thinks it was her fault that we got into trouble...So, the iron is red hot and you have to just hit it!"

[My hands separated her smooth thighs and sought her humid bush. She was already moist there. I wanted to hit it now!]

I said, "If that dog Chutiyan had not cheated on you, the girl would have led a trouble-free life..."

She groaned as my fingers entered her leaking cunt.

"Forget about her for the moment, Rock..." she pulled me by my cock to her aching body. "Forget about dog Chutiyan too...But come in here and fuck me like a dog!"

"As ordered, ma'am!" I mumbled and turned her big arse over, aimed my turgid long black cock and entered that waiting filmstar cunt from behind for the fifth time that day.




Rocking On Tour Ch. 04



[This time I became rough and aggressive. I mean, 'sweet lovemaking' is alright for the first few times. But if a mother is brazen enough to offer me her daughter's virginal cunt along with her own mature one, she had got it coming. A little male assertiveness and punishment is necessary, I felt. 

May her 'Film-star' status be damned! I swore silently.]

I made sure she got frigged thoroughly and roughly, got spanked on her big white buttocks properly and her yummy tits mauled in my black powerful fists, all in one go. She had become a wailing, shuddering, surrendered and drained mass of flesh in an hour that the session lasted.

Finally she thanked me saying 'it felt great under my hands whether I was fucking her or spanking her, my touch was golden and all'. So, she had liked being submissive and dominated. 

She said that 'Though I have made millions of rupees in money, Rock, what use is it to a woman if she does not have an energetic lover like you to satisfy her in bed? I will gladly write off my entire estate to anyone if I can just get that daily quota of lovemaking, like I gave her'.

She got up to go, collecting her crumpled house coat and said 'I was such a nice man to have agreed to fuck Yuvi too, just as she wanted'. 

I stared and wondered if she was for real. I was 'a nice man?'

My cock bobbed and jerked in anticipation of meeting the sweet teenaged Yuvi in bed.

----4----

We had decided that we have to get a little drunk before the initiation Of Yuvi to sex was concerned and so we embarked on a drinking spree. Mother encouraged Yuvi to drink beer with us as she is all grown up now and had nothing to hide. This set the trend for livelier and liberal activities to come.

It was only much later that I came to know that Mami had very cunningly mixed our drinks with a Kerala special aphrodisiac which liberates mind and heats up body in double quick time. Besides she had also mixed some herbal energy powder in the beers which guaranteed high levels of endurance for what she had planned.

I was already feeling high by my sixth beer and burped and looked at Mami.

Mami's veil had conveniently fallen off her fair shoulders and her enviable mammary heaved with enthusiasm as she joked with Yuvi sitting next to her. She was talking about some bawdy sex involving another famous star actress with a poor cameraman just to get over her blues after being dumped by her boyfriend hero.

This was again setting the tone for what lay ahead. 

'Lay' indeed, that was what I had planned to do.

Yuvi was wearing flimsy translucent tops over a cut off jeans and looked smart in them. Now she grew very animated, colour raised to her cheeks... the obvious after-effects of alcohol and sex gossip they indulged in.

"Yuvi, have you ever seen actual sex scene before, now tell me...Tell Mummy" Mami was saying.

"Yes, mom," Yuvi giggled unsteadily, "during the college days, there was a science lecturer who bedded the lab assistant girl right there on the storeroom table at the back during the interval. We girls could even hear the creaking of the table due to their movements and their hot moans. A couple of us finally dared to enter and break it up!"

Mami exclaimed. "Chee, chee! Why ever did you girls do such a nasty thing? It's a sin to separate lovemaking couples..." 

"Mama, it's not their bed room", Yuvi hotly argued. "Besides we girls were getting excited too...Our nipples were aching hard and our vaginas wet..."

It was a hot evening and Mami just opened her top button making more of breasts spill to view and snapped her fingers.

It was at this opportune moment that power went off. It was a trick by Mami who had asked the Housekeeper to switch off the power for a few minutes as soon as she snapped those fingers.

"Oh No...It's so damn hot in here" I cursed on cue, and pulled off my T shirt and sat back my dark hairy chest exposed to the women. 

"Yuvi, you must remove your tops too, honey...It's all between us, it's OK...Don't suffer in heat" Mami persuaded and removed her blouse fully and I saw her huge bra barely contained her straining boobs. 

She even lifted her saree all the way up her fair smooth thighs and started fanning herself, gasping 'whoosh-whoosh' as if to beat heat. She was not a seasoned actress for nothing. She would have fooled me if I hadn't known but Yuvi fell for it.

She took off her flimsy cotton ops in the fading evening light and I saw her lacy bra was full with her firm tits. Her nipples were protruding like sharp pencil tips.

Looking at Mami's full fair thighs, her saree hem lifted brazenly all the way to her waist was too much for my cock. It stiffened unbearably tight inside.

I lifted the proceedings up by one notch and got up and told the ladies, 

"My wound hasn't healed yet on the thigh. I would like to sit in my jocks please and remove these uncomfortable jeans..." and I started peeling off.

The ladies were more than just casual now and looked at me admiringly.

"No problem, Rock, its Ok" Yuvi said in choked voice and Mami finished eagerly,

"After all, you have seen us both with nothing on the other night, Rock...you kind man, how can you be so modest? Isn't it Yuvi?"

The acting and the dialogues, I had to give it to her!

My cock was making a big tent in front and I made no attempt to cover my best asset. Yuvi's eyes absolutely goggled and popped out fascinated.

"Oh, yes it is too hot to wear anything at all" Mami said resignedly and got up and started taking her entire saree off and in a few moments, stood in just petticoats and bra.

"How were the lecturer and assistant fucking, honey?" Mami sweetly drew her daughter's attention to the provocative memory and went over to Yuvi and sat next to her.

She started rubbing her hot hands on the front of Yuvi's bulging smooth young tits and Yuvi grew confused and gulped before replying,

"Mum, she was on her back on the table and her legs gripped the older lecturer's naked waist who stood between them. His trousers had fallen at his feet and so were her dress and bra. The teacher was nearly 40 years old but he had no hesitation in squeezing the girl's young tits, young enough to be his daughter!" Mami slyly unhooked an unsuspecting busy Yuvi's bra and pulled it away saying, "And did it excite you and your friend to see it?"

Mami's hands replaced what Yuvi's bra had covered so far.

Motherly attention soothed and consoled the daughter and in fact she relaxed under the caress.

"Yes, Mum...Our vaginas were leaking by then, I mean...The man, who was our teacher had a long erect penis which he mercilessly used it on then younger girls' small cunt and the girl was gasping and crying, unable to bear its size but he ruthlessly fucked her, grunting like a pig! Strangely, Mom, the girl did not protest or object but in fact she welcomed his shameless behaviour and kept saying 'Sir, Oh Sir, How well you fuck...Your wife must be a lucky woman' etc"

Mami made Yuvi stand up and unbuckled her jeans cut-off as it was generally getting very hot alround and pulled it down and unabashedly threw it at me on the couch where I was caressing my overexcited cock above the fabric of the jocks, absorbing the details of the seedy college story.

"Why do you think such a teenage girl fell for the middle aged man and not someone her own age, you think?"

Mami got up and slowly started undressing right in front of me peeling off her petticoat too. 

I gritted my teeth and gaped.

I had half the mind to rush and beat the horny bitches over their heads and fuck them silly right then.

"The girl later told me, the lecturer made love well, for a longer time and fucked her 'properly' she used the words, 'with authority and experience' and not hurriedly and hastily like boys her age..." Yuvi said and turned in her panties and gave me the view of her pert full derriere.

Mami now stood like a beautiful Amazon in the dusk light in the middle of the room clad only in her tight bra and wispy panties that showed her rounded thick pubic mound clearly.

"You will learn, Yuvi that it is always the more experienced men that can give you sexual pleasure better and not the urban urchins..." 

It was time to act for me. I got up and towered over them, my erect cock pointing like an accusing finger at them for ignoring me all along.

"I am getting horny here even if you aren't...Yuvi, if you don't mind I am going to make love to your mother right here and now!" I said and peeled off my jocks and my black elephantine cock jumped out and both gasped in wonder.

I made as if to grab Mami as per script but she pushed me away playfully saying, 

"Wait, Rock Please wait...It's not just me here...Look at my poor daughter Yuvi, does she not mean anything to you...The poor dear has been jilted, exploited, cheated and now she is alone...dumped by her boyfriend...how can we exclude her like this?"

"Yes, I have rescued her from those villains too and now it's my duty to take care of her as well" I nodded in agreement and with me bobbed up and down, my 9-incher, expressing similar sentiments.

"Yes, there is something called Guarantee period for every service, you know...and she falls within that!" She laughed coquettishly and hugged her confused looking daughter and teased her daughter's pebble hard nipples with a hand, her other hand surreptitiously went to Yuvi's panty's elastic band pulled it down her thighs, the gesture was as innocent as if the mother was about to give bath to her daughter.

Yuvi was bewildered at the turn of events and stood stupefied for a moment. I went ahead and kissed her on the forehead and stepped back just giving her abdomen a jab from my erect cock teasing her endurance.

"UOOOHHHH" She mewled and licked her dry lips, turned once and kissed her mother full on the lips unable to hide her uncontrolled passion any longer.

It was then a Herculean task for three of us not to start anything right there in the hall but to get to Mami's big bedroom to continue the so called planned sex coaching to a now willing Yuvi.

Mami tempted my self-control as we went up the stairs, pulling playfully on my jutting bobbing black cock with a hand as I walked behind her rolling buttocks.

I could see from her eyes ablaze with lust that she was tempted to have me on the staircase itself and could barely wait to get to the bedroom.

I gritted my teeth and spanked her curvy soft bottoms with my open palm loud enough to startle Yuvi who giggled and ran ahead of us to her Mother's bedroom first.

Mami rubbed her reddening bottoms which had my palm mark showing and said, 'We'll see who plays rough, buster....' in her popular filmy voice and dragged me into the room and kicked the door shut. 

On cue, the power supply resumed and air conditioners started humming in the bedroom. Mami winked at me and seemed to say 'See, how well the plan of seducing my lonely daughter has worked'. I grinned.

My cock was more than happy to have two exciting women naked at its disposal that evening.

----5-----

Once we settled on to the bed I looked at the desirable duo of mother and daughter in quiet anticipation and told myself it was going to be a very teasing and long evening. So I lay back against the pillows, my cock raring its head between my thighs looking at the ceiling, put my hands behind my neck and waited.

Mami was explaining the fundamentals to an eager and curious Yuvi.

"You see, Yuvi, men's cocks are the sole refuge of women's pleasure. There are cocks and cocks. But some are monumental. In size, which is very important and in performance, which is what sets apart the ordinary ones from uniquely gifted ones..." Yuvi again licked her lips, furtively glanced at my engorged cock and said,

"Okay Mummy..." meekly.

"Unfortunately I want you to recall the unpleasant memory of the last night...Did you see the weak specimen that Chutiyan had brought for taming me...My hero?...That sickly looking fisher boy with that that...tiny cock...?" She said those words with so derisively that they had the desired impact on Yuvi.

Yuvi grimaced, "Disgusting boy...Smelling of fish too...He was so awe-struck of seeing you in the nude, Mom that his cock became smaller and he was nervous and stood shivering ...Yuck..."

Mami laughed despite the welling hatred.

"Yes, He could whip me only after your friend Chutiyan angrily belted him once with the same whip..."

"Chee! But why are we talking about him, mom?" she looked at her and then me in askance. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips once and said, "Wait...Your mother will come to that in good time..." She tasted like farm honey. I could hardly wait.

Mami now consolingly caressed her daughter's breasts. She lifted Yuvi's firm right tit and let it fall. It did not fall much. Yuvi moaned in growing excitement.

"I was talking about the quality of cocks, honey....That cock is no good to any woman. It could at best feebly jerk once or twice a week and produce an equally feeble son or daughter from his unfortunate wife..."

"Which is why..." she pointed at me distinctly, "today, I have decided that if at all my daughter wants sex the first time, it should be a memorable occasion from the best quality cock you could wish in the world... You deserve to be deflowered, my daughter, from the jewel among cocks no less!"

"Rock here, dear, is a shining example in that genre..." Mami announced proudly and both turned to look at me as if I had escaped from a museum and fallen directly on their bed.

I was glad that the subject had got around to me. It was about time too, my cock felt and perked up.

Mami got round so she was kneeling next to me.

"Please Rock," she requested me "Bear with me and co-operate with me while I explain the essentials to Yuvi..."

I said "Go ahead its all yours..." and wagged my cock before their eyes.

"See... that's the quiet confidence of a gifted man..." she playfully yanked it hither and thither.

"The African men are the best gifted lovers in this respect, an answer to every waiting maiden's prayers. Their cocks are black, usually very long, thick as well as capable of withholding climaxes fro great duration. Luckily for us, Rock here has all that and more..." 

"How do you say that, mother?" Yuvi asked innocently and took my throbbing nine inches in her brown petite hand hesitatingly. I moaned as I felt her cool touch.

"A few more minutes, Rock" Mami assured me noticing my predicament and went on,

"How do I know? The proof of the pudding is in eating it..." she laughed merrily.

"Look at the thick stem of his cock. Even by normal black men's standards, it is astonishingly thick and I could barely hold it fully. Plus, he is uncircumcised, a very rare feature among western men. The length of his cock is a huge nine inches suffice for filling any Amazon's voracious vagina..." And she pressed on the pink pre-cum coated head in satisfaction with a thumb holding the forefinger around it. 

"Ahhhh..."I was climbing walls by now. I could barely stand any more cock-teasing.

Then, she stooped down further towards my thighs and pressing the shaft of my manhood up over the stomach, took hold of my taut sac of balls in her hand as if examining rare jewellery.

"See the huge testicles and the freckled scrotum, Yuvi. Aren't they size of table tennis balls now? That's what separates mere mortals from supermen..." 

"It is capable of ejaculating huge dollops of white thick semen, pure and healthy in content, I found..." 

Which was true indeed, she had found that out, I thought and groaned as both the mother and daughter put one hand each on my throbbing cock and examined it, their faces so close, almost breathing into it. They turned my erect stem to whichever angle and position they thought convenient fro close inspection. 

"But what is really unique about Rock Hard here is that he can make love with astonishing mix of gentleness and aggression and recover from one climax to another like no man I have met can..." 

But Yuvi was looking closely at my black and pink cock head and dribbling pre-cum from it.

Mami pre empted the question by holding my anxious cock to her mouth and replied

"That's just pre-semen, Yuvi, which is to facilitate cunt lubrication for his partner...just in case you still need it..."she said amusedly at such a remote possibility and brushed the tip and licked away a bob of pre-semen with her moist tongue and it took all my endurance power not to interrupt her then. 

I was building up inside like a Niagara Falls.

"See, it's so salty and sour, Mmmm...This can be consumed too..." she told her eager daughter, who by now had one hand in her moist quim and was gasping with uncontrollable young virgin lust.

I said, with growing exasperation, "Enough is enough, Now, I am going to teach a thing or two to you two lusty bitches in heat..."

Continues....