Debauchery of Vijaylakshmi Ch. 03

"Aaaaahhhh, God!" she yelled in shock.

Dayal felt a surge of triumph at her cry and she hadn't seen anything yet. He twisted his finger in her belly, wiggled it in her guts, and felt her body heave wildly. He continued sucking and devouring her small firm breast, sinking his teeth into the tender mound while mangling its tip with his tongue. Instinctively, Vijaya's free arm swept up and around. She found the back of the man's head and tangled her fingers in his hair. She forced his face down on her breast, hard. Her hips were twisting and rolling. In the brightly lighted bedroom of Ripu KN's house, the layers of civilization were being stripped off of Vijaya Sanorita.

Badri Dayal lifted his head, leaving her breast shining with his saliva, and the pink imprint of his teeth on the pale mound. Her nipple was swollen with blood. "Well?" he asked.

"No," Vijaya croaked. Why was she saying that? Was she saying it to deny him the knowledge he was seeking, or was she saying it to make certain that he would continue his delicious torture of her? Her tattered intellect couldn't answer that disquieting question so she ignored it.

"Waaaahhhh," Vijaya hooted as Dayal withdrew his finger from her navel. The fiery itch in her pussy didn't depart with it, but stayed to torment her. Dayal was glad she hadn't given in. That would have been disappointing. He had a great deal more in store for her. He slid his hand southward, watching as it drew near Vijaya's thick, black bush. Her pubic hairs were curly and frizzy, a dense kinky mass that was cut off cleanly across the top. Probably she had to shave her belly to wear a bikini. He combed his fingers through the curls, tugging them out straight, then watching them spring back. He tugged on one strand, watching it pull at her skin as he did. He watched the uneven panting of her chest as he toyed with her bush.

Vijaya's lust built and built. Why didn't he lower his fingers just a little more? Why didn't he probe her hot pussy, pry into her dripping slit? Maybe the touch of his hand would end the desperate fiery itching in her guts? Vijaya heaved her hips upward, trying to encourage him, but it was a wasted effort. He kept his hand tantalizingly distant from her sexual organs. The big man grinned at the way she was blindly seeking relief. He loved the way the muscles in her belly and thighs tightened to lift her hips upward, grind her pelvis against his hand. The blind mouth of her pussy was seeking his fingers hungrily. By lifting his head a little higher, he could see her pouting, bulging labia through her curling hair. There was even a flash of dark red brown where the inner labia were distended with blood and protruding slightly from her hairy slit. Vijaya suddenly realized both her hands were free. She reached out with the one Dayal had been holding, and the back of her fingers bumped against his strong, hard stomach. He lay on his side next to her. Her fingers brushed through curly, wiry hair, then touched a heavy, hard shaft. There, that was what she wanted, that was what she needed. She curled her fingers around it, and felt the velvety skin slide over the rigid, rippled core, felt the bulging veins shifting under the skin. She explored the tower with her fingers. Suddenly, as she slid her fingers over the rubbery glans, her hand was slippery and sticky.

"Want it?" Dayal asked softly.

"Yes," Vijaya said in a croaking gasp.

"Then talk," he ordered.

"No!" Vijaya yelled defiantly.

Delicately, Dayal teased one finger between her labia and found her hard little button. He touched it very, very delicately, anticipating and avoiding the convulsive heave of her hips.

"Aaawww," Vijaya moaned at the feathery, blistering touch on her clitoris.

"Why are you doing this?" Dayal asked.

Vijaya didn't trust her voice any longer. She rolled her head from side to side in desperate denial. There was a second searing touch on her clitoris and her body heaved as if it had received an electric shock.

"Please," she mumbled.

"Tell me," he insisted. He flicked her clitoris with his fingertip, battered the excited, erect button.

"Pleeezzzeee," Vijaya wailed. Her entire body was bathed in fiery need. She squeezed the cock in her hand and pulled on it, trying to pull it to the entrance of her ravenous vagina.

"Oh scum slut, why-are-you-doing-this my dear slut Vijaya?" Dayal repeated, emphasizing each word by flicking his finger against her clit.

"Aah-ah-ah-ah-aaahhhhhh," Vijaya wailed. "Aaawwww, don't torture me. I'm yours, anything you want, just take me," she pleaded.

"Why?" Dayal demanded again, still pulverizing her clitoris.

Vijaya rolled her head from side to side. Her jaw was working mindlessly.

"WHY?" he rapped out sharply. Then he jerked his hand away from her pussy.

"Wwwaaaahhhh!" Vijaya felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water. Where there had been searing, agonizing stimulation, suddenly there was nothing, which was ten times worse than what she had been enduring. "It's because of Uday,"she erupted. "My husband, Uday, he's dying unless we can get the money," she babbled. "He needs a kidney machine."

Triumphant, the big man pressed his whole hand down on Vijaya's dripping, starving pussy. He probed his longest finger into her vagina and was amazed at the flood of juices that greeted it. He cupped and pressed her pussy and wiggled his finger in her soaking, clinging wet hole. Vijaya had lost, and she knew it. She rolled toward the victor and pushed him over on his back. She squirm her petite, lithe body over his huge muscular frame, clinging to him with arms and legs, nibbling at his mouth and chin. Then, straddling him, she pushed herself upright. With frantic hunger, she gripped his phallus and held it perpendicular to his body. She positioned her pussy over it, lowered herself until it nestled at the entrance of her vagina. Her face became a blank mask of pure engulfing passion as she lowered herself on the monster tower of pink and white flesh, driving it up into her darkly bushed sex. She spitted herself on it with total abandon. She felt it drive deep, deep into her grasping, dripping vagina, felt it spread the velvety walls, felt it stuff her full.

"Aaaaawwww," she sighed happily as she settled her hips down on Dayal, his prick totally in her vagina.

When she finally adjusted to having the fullness she had so desperately needed, she opened her eyes and looked down at the man under her. He had his hands behind his head, and was grinning at her. "You bastard," she hissed.

"Tut-tut," he chided.

"If I didn't need you so damn much, I'd leave right now," she told him. "You'd be walking bowlegged for a month."

"I sure as hell would," he acknowledged.

"You admit it?" she asked, surprised.

"You think it was easy on me?" he retorted. Then he frowned. "I'm sorry about your husband."

"Forget about my husband," Vijaya snapped. "All that matters right now is this." She lifted off him, feeling his prick slide from her, then dropped back down on him with a soggy squishing sound.

"You're right."

"Now I'm going to give you a fucking like you never had before in your life," she growled. She lifted and dropped again. His cock felt like a telephone pole in her guts. Leaning forward, she lifted and dropped again, and again, and again. Her pelvis rocked forward and back, making his phallus drive into her at exciting angles, push and tug at the walls of her vagina.

Dayal's face was shining with sweat. He was more than ready for action. It had taken incredible self-control to keep from leaping on this delicious woman long ago and pounding his cock into her slender body. He was sorry about her husband. He felt a twinge of regret he had brought the matter up at all. But his regret was washed away in a surge of pleasure as his cock slid past the walls of her pussy. His hips lifted and he drove up as she came down on him. Their bodies collided in mid-air and rebounded. Bouncing his hips off the mattress, using the thrust of the springs to increase his thrust, he slammed up against Vijaya even harder.

Vijaya felt the shock go straight up her spine to her head. Her jaw snapped shut as a blast of lust geyser through her from the impact. She reached down between them with the fingers of her right hand and diddled her clitoris, increasing her pleasure still more. Then the man she was screwing caught on to what she was doing, and brushed her hand aside. His thumbs took over the task, spreading the upper end of her labia. Cold air struck her inner folds. When he pinched and rolled her clitoris against her pubic arch, Vijaya thought she was going to go mad. She writhed in a wild frenzy, making her taut breasts jiggle insanely. Her hips jerked and twisted, forward and back and side to side as she stirred the monster cock around in her guts. She blazed higher and higher, until, like a tidal wave, an orgasm engulfed her. She collapsed forward on Dayal, exhausted. She was dimly aware of the fact that he was still moving under her.

Then he pulled his hands from where they had been trapped between them, and gripped the cheeks of her ass, the feeling of the crack of her bottom being stretched and drawn apart sent Vijaya's lust soaring again. Chill air struck her anus which was sticky and wet with her excess lubricant. She felt cock sliding in and out of her pussy and clung to the big body between her thighs. Dayal used his grip on Vijaya's ass to move her in opposition to his thrusts. He was close to the fiery blasting of an ejaculation. The feel of her little body sliding and quivering against his was exquisite. Her vagina was tight and hot around his phallus. He could feel her copious juices on his thighs and his fingers. Faster and faster and faster he humped under her, slamming his cock into her body. His pubic arch was crunching and rolling against hers at every thrust. Fire was pooling in his loins. He worked closer and closer and closer, and then he was there, the muscles deep inside him spasm and jerking. His body was bathed in fire as he poured his flood of cum into Vijaya's tight vagina. His entire body ached and he rammed his prick into her like he wanted it to come out her mouth. His fingers bruised her buttocks as he held her welded tight against him until the pulsing and pumping had died away to just a delicious memory.

Then he relaxed.

Vijaya's entire body went limp as her second cum filled orgasm faded along with Dayal's. She felt totally exhausted. She felt his prick shrinking inside her, leaving her feeling vaguely empty in spite of the copious cum he was leaving behind. "Oh, God," she sighed at last. "Jesus!" She climbed off him, the shrunken remnant of his prick slipping from her hole.

Aching with exhaustion, she sat slumped on the edge of the bed.

She felt the bed shift as Dayal got up. Finally she stirred herself and began to dress.

"Mrs. Sanorita?" Badri Dayal began.

"What?" she asked curtly. She was disgusted with herself, and with him.

"You've got yourself a sale."

Vijaya was too tired and too beaten to feel triumphant.

"Great."

"Provided, of course, I can get a mortgage," he added. "There won't be any problem with it, will there?" "Shouldn't be," he acknowledged. "Ready to go?"

"Ready." She glanced at the bed. There was a wet stain on the spread. "Oh, shit," she muttered.

"Nothing we can do about it," Dayal pointed out.

"Let's get the wrinkles out, at least," she suggested. "Right now it looks like the mating ground of a herd of crocodiles."

Dayal quickly helped her get the covers straight.

"Maybe it will dry before they get home," he noted.

Vijaya brightened. "Maybe. He's not supposed to get back until tomorrow." She carefully locked the front door behind her and replaced the key in its hiding place.

"I'll check on the mortgage as soon as I can," Dayal informed her as she drove him back to his office.

"I'd appreciate that."

I'll call you as soon as I know anything," he said as he got out. Then he leaned in the window. "I hope your husband gets better."

"Thanks to you," she replied, "he just may live."

"Don't thank me and I'm just buying a house. Would it make you feel better or worse if I told you I would have paid the price whether you'd gone to bed with me or not?"

Vijaya digested this slowly. "Is that true?"

"What do you think?"

She smiled at him. "You bastard. You really are a sadist, aren't you?"

"You should know," he said, laughing.

As she drove to the real estate office, Vijaya didn't know if she was disgusted with herself, or what. Lurking deep inside was a bright glowing spot of hope. The possibility of getting the kidney machine was greater than ever. She pulled up in front of the office, got out of the car, and went inside. There was a stack of telephone messages for her. "Hey, Vijaya," one of the other agents called to her just as she finished her last call.

"What?"

"You heard anything about Ripu KN putting his place on the market?" V ijaya froze. She felt the blood drain from her face and hoped it wasn't noticeable. "Really?"

The man shrugged. "I just heard rumbles that he was considering selling."

Vijaya shook her head. "I doubt it. Someone's been feeding you a line."

"Well it's worth three times what he paid for it. Maybe KN needs cash?"

Vijaya snorted. "He needs cash like I need another you know what."

"Now that might be interesting." The man snickered.

"You don't have enough for the one I've got," Vijaya retorted, and was instantly sorry she had said it.

The man flinched. "Boy, where did you learn language like that?"

"I worked at a Mall for a while, remember?" Vijaya said sweetly. Her insides felt like jelly.

"As for KN, forget it. I heard the same rumor last week and I've talked to him already." She picked up her purse and noticed that her hand was shaking badly.

"How's Uday?" the man asked as she started for the door.

"Not good. See you Monday, maybe."

"Maybe."

Once in the car, Vijaya began shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly the rumor mill was grinding, and was threatening to reduce all her plans to nothing. She was going to have to move very quickly or it would all be over - she would lose her sale, her commissions, and her job. And that meant she would lose Uday as well. Muttering a mixture of prayers and curses, she coaxed the engine to life and headed homeward. The blistering hot air coming through the hole in the firewall dried the entire cum on her panties and her thighs to a scratchy crust.