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.