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.