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---