Easy Come, Easy Go

He laughed and she felt his cock back into her. "Sure, bitch! Whatever you say. When is the next time?"

She giggled and looked up at him. "When do you want it to be?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? What will I do till then?"

He chuckled, moving his slowly dwindling cock rhythmically in and out of her cunt. "Dream and wait and stew."

"Mm. No. You know what?"

"What?"

"You can have me tomorrow, sure, but till then, while you're on duty, I'm going to have another lover."

"What? Who?" He looked incredulous but, she was glad to see, not jealous.

"My mystery lover. He'll come to the gate and ask for me. You let him through. Will you do that?"

"Only if you tell me who he is."

"I don't think you know him."

"Tell me."

"His name is Mohan."

"Mohan. Yeah, lots of those in this country. What's he look like?"

"He's the guy with the truck in the next lane."

"Oh that Mohan."

"You know him?"

"Yeah. We meet at the chai shop now and then. Quite a dude. Great body."

"Mm, I know," she said languorously. "I know. I fucked him last night."

"What? Where?"

"In the truck."

"You fucked Mohan in the truck? On the street?"

"Yes. It was great."

"Oh man, this I have got to see!" The man laughed delightedly.

He pulled out of her and she sat up, drawing her feet up beside her, then reaching up to do her hair. He began to put on his clothes. She leaned back, her hands on the table behind her.

"So, will you let him through?"

Rakesh grinned and came up to her. She spread her legs and smiled, letting him kiss her and fondle her breasts.

"Sure, bitch. Sure I'll let him through. So long as I keep getting some of that action from you, I'll let the world through."

"Good," she said. "And you know what? Perhaps one day I can really double my fun and have both of you together!"

III

WITH A SOFT GROAN, the youth squeezed his cock-head between her open cunt-lips and sank his throbbing penis gratefully into her body. On her forearms and knees before him, Nisha moaned thickly, her head lifting and turning over her smoothly rounded shoulder as the youth's thick cock surged into cunt. Her thick, glossy hair, tied in a flouncing pony tail, slipped over the other shoulder. There was a sexy sheen on her lips from her sucking of his cock. They parted and the young man pressed his lips to hers and her tongue swept up, darting into his mouth. He slid his hands under her body, cupping and squeezing her heavily swollen breasts. Her perfume was subtle and deeply erotic, a fragrance of blossoms and lemon. It sat superbly on her smooth, dusky skin and aroused him intensely. She moaned into the kiss, pressing her buttocks back into his crotch, greedily trying to draw him deeper into her cunt. His cock was big and hot and hard and her cunt convulsed on it. The young man groaned again, flexing his buttocks taut, pressing his hips forward, burying his cock in her soft, wet, welcoming flesh.

In the months following that first evening with Mohan in the back of the truck, Nisha got herself harder and better and more often than she had in several months. She was relieved to find that Rakesh and Mohan got on like a house on fire -- especially when they were fucking her. They took turns at first but it wasn't long before they were fucking her together. They used her flat but, for her, the most exciting times were still in the truck. They'd go on long drives, Nisha sitting between the two men who took turns at the wheel and, while one was driving and masturbating desperately, she'd be sucking the other's cock. Then she'd get into the back with one of them and they'd start fucking hard, their cries loud enough even over the rattling of the truck for the guy driving to hear. The bouncing and swaying of the truck made the sex more frantic.

Once, while Rakesh was driving down a deserted road late at night, she fucked Mohan sitting on the tailgate. He sat on the edge, his legs hanging over it, his arms raised and hands clenched around the top cross-bar. He was pretty helpless in that position and Nisha loved it. She knelt behind him in the truck and, putting her head around his hips, sucked him off and then straddled his lap, her back to the road rushing past beneath her buttocks. It felt incredibly sexy, bouncing and jerking on his lap, feeling his huge cock lurching up into her cunt, her breasts bouncing heavily, the cold rushing air tormenting her breasts and hardened nipples.

Looking over his shoulder, Rakesh saw what they were doing and, laughing in delight, swung hard onto a side road. The pair on the tailgate cried out, the muscles in Mohan's arms cording and popping sexily as he strained for balance, Nisha clinging onto him for dear life. The road was in bad shape -- which is why Rakesh chose it, as it turned out. He began aiming for the potholes and the rough patches. On the tailgate, Nisha started screaming and crying out. The truck hit a rock and tossed them up and Mohan's cock slammed up hard into her cunt. He hit a pothole and it happened again, and he hit another and another.

"OH fuck Rakesh you fucker what are you doing?" Mohan screamed.

"Giving you kids the ride of your life is what I'm doing," Rakesh shouted back. "Here's a good one. Try this, lovebirds!" and he ran the truck into a big, deep pothole.

The truck slammed down, bounced up and, on the tailgate, Mohan cried out, and Nisha screamed in agonised delight, her cunt convulsing helplessly on his cock.

At last Rakesh pulled to a stop. The two on the tailgate moaned and separated. Rakesh came around the back of the truck, already unzipping his pants.

"My turn, slut," he announced.

Nisha loved this. Out in the open, fields on all sides, the dark, deserted lane, the wide sky overhead and two magnificent lovers. She went down on her knees on the road and started sucking Rakesh's cock. Several minutes later, he was fucking her from behind, standing up and bent over the tailgate which Mohan had thoughtfully dropped for her comfort. Rakesh's cock drilled deep into her cunt and she whimpered her pleasure. That was the first time she asked them both to fuck her together and their whoops and cries of delight aroused her even further. Mohan swept up into the truck and sat at the back, his legs hanging over the edge and she buried her face in his lap as Rakesh plunged his cock into her from behind.

She explored the truck with them in ways she hadn't dreamed of: in the back, on the seat, over the tailgate, on the tailgate, on the roof over the driver's cab, sprawled on the flat hood. She dubbed it her fuckmobile.

"God, you're good," she moaned now. "C'mon, fuck me!"

"All in good time," the youth said, softly. "What's the rush?"

The man chuckled, straightening, his smooth dark body glistening in the low light. Kneeling behind her, he caressed her naked back, ran his long fingers over her buttocks, her hips, her sides, slowly up her back to her neck and shoulders, massaged them, pressed down on them. Beneath him, Nisha shivered in pleasure at his touch. He remained buried in her flesh, moving only slightly to keep the pressure; it allowed her to savour fully the hot hard thickness and weight of his massive penis throbbing and pulsating steadily inside her. His fingertips caressed the nape of her neck, roved over her face and lips; her mouth opened and she sucked sexily on his fingers. Slowly, he ran them under her body to her big, swollen, pendulous breasts, gently squeezing the flesh, pinching and twirling the hard nipples in his strong fingers. Holding her hips, he began fucking her with long, smooth, skewering strokes, thrusting powerfully in and out of her body.

The man was a third lover, again someone she didn't know, a handsome, hard-bodied youth Mohan had sourced for her after she'd agreed delightedly with his suggestion that it might be fun for Rakesh and Mohan to sit by and watch another man fuck her. She looked up now and saw the two watching her, transfixed and mesmerized and felt a rush of excitement. This really was incredibly sexy. She moaned loudly, facing her lovers, her body rocking heavily back and forth, her heavy breasts pendulous and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging. The man's cock pistoned rhythmically in and out of her cunt. She could feel its thick, heavy heat and hardness.

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh yes! C'mon! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore! OHHH uh OH yes OHH yes OHH yes oh god yes oh baby yes! C'mon! Fuck me! OHHHH uh yes uhh ohma uh hanh uh yes fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! C'mon! Fuck me hard!"

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