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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.
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I
SHE SAW HIM ACROSS THE DESERTED STREET,
and instantly felt a stab of excitement deep in her loins. He had the sexiest body she'd seen in a long time. It stopped her in her tracks.
She watched him swing out of the back of the small truck, his strong muscles rippling smoothly. His back was to her and she paused, enjoying watching his body. He had the physical arrogance of a man used to getting second glances. Gripping the overhead crossbar with both hands over his head, he paused fractionally, and then pulled himself up in a sort of chinning action, his shoulders and biceps cording and bunching. He drew his legs up high, bending his knees, and in one smooth motion, dropped his feet over the tailgate onto the high bumper. His arms spread wide to the side supports. His back was a sharply tapering V from the broad shoulders to the high narrow hips. He wore nothing but a pair of short briefs, so small they were almost like sports underpants. Nisha drank in the sight of his body, the strong sinewy back, the long muscular arms and legs, the taut buttocks.
He dropped to the ground and turned to one side and she sucked in her breath sharply. He was incredibly handsome, the features of his clean-shaven face finely defined. His hair was thick, black, cut short and swept back off his broad forehead. The nose was slim, slightly hooked. The lips were wide, the jaw square and hard. His eyes were dark and set deep. He was evidently young -- she guessed about twenty -- but already he had a rugged, manly look that would, in time, make him totally irresistible. But more than that he had a confidence about his body that could only have come from genuine sexual experience.
She looked more closely, ogling unabashedly now. His body was stunning. The sculpted chest was broad and deeply cleaved. His nipples were small and dark, pulled wide and low under the sweeping W of his pectorals. His belly was flat and hard as a washboard, every tough cobble of muscle cleanly defined. His torso was sexily hairless. His biceps were thick and rounded.
He turned slightly and her eyes slid to his groin and she felt herself go wet with excitement. The shorts hid very little. He was obviously extremely well-hung. The bulge in his crotch was prominent and thick.
His head turned and he saw her watching him. At first his eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. Then he followed her gaze and a slow, knowing grin creased his features. He opened his mouth and waggled his tongue, miming a tongue-fuck. It was utterly obscene and very erotic. Nisha felt herself flushing. She dropped her head and turned away. His soft chuckle followed her down the quiet street.
The next night he was there again, and the night after that. This time he seemed to be waiting for her. He lounged idly, leaning against the tailgate of the truck, his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles, his arms folded across his massive chest. His eyes never left her. He watched her as she stopped and lingered, looking at him. This time, emboldened by her repeated appearances, he lifted his right hand, palm facing her and, bending his middle finger forward, pumped his wrist to and fro in the common signal of a fuck. She didn't move. He dropped his hand and cupped his crotch and thrust his hips back and forth. She saw the flash of his very white teeth in the gathering gloom. Still she didn't turn away. She heard his soft laugh and saw him hook his thumbs in the font of Y-front, bikini-type briefs and quickly jerk them down below his crotch. She couldn't contain her small cry. His cock was huge, at least seven inches long still limp, and very thick, hanging over his heavy, low balls like a hosepipe. Her jaw dropped and she clapped her hand to her mouth. Her skin burned. The man laughed. Nisha turned her face and began hurrying away.
"Don't fight it, lady! I've got what you want, you just have to come and get it! Anytime you're ready!" His words chased her down the street.
She felt feverish that night, the image of his body and his cock invading her mind constantly. There was an aching heat in her loins and breasts and her body yearned for his touch. She struggled to put him out of her mind, forced herself to bed but sleep would not come. Moaning desperately, she began masturbating, using her fingers; it wasn't good enough. She hurried to the kitchen, naked, gasping and burning with excitement and grabbed the first big vegetable she found, a long green cucumber, cold from the refrigerator. Whimpering, she flung herself on the kitchen floor and, spreading her legs, thrust the thick stem into her cunt. It felt good, better than her fingers at any rate. She masturbated violently for several minutes and her orgasm was sharp and intense. But it still wasn't the same. Her pulse racing, she showered and took a sleeping pill and forced herself into bed.
She'd hoped the feeling might pass the next morning but if anything it was only worse, a fiercer hunger and need than she'd known in a long time. She sighed to herself and gave in. Tonight. She would go to him tonight. She had no choice. She had to have him. She had to let him have her.
She came home early and prepared herself carefully, doing her eye makeup and hair, trimming her pubic fuzz. She'd read somewhere that masturbating with a peeled
karela
before sex improved it enormously because the bitter gourd was astringent and contract the vaginal passage. In any case, she reasoned, there's no harm in trying and there's enough time. She slid a XXX-rated hardcore movie into the DVD and settled down naked on the couch. The film featured an exceptionally well-hung black man fucking a young Indian woman. Nisha began to fantasize about being the woman in the film. She watched the woman sucking the man's enormous penis and groaned at sight of it as it filled the screen. Spreading her legs, she slid the
karela
slowly into her cunt. What she'd read was correct: instantly, she felt her cunt tightening and convulsing on the vegetable and she gasped in delight. Groaning, she pushed it in deeper still, squeezing and fondling her swollen breasts, pinching her stiff nipple. On screen, the man was fucking the woman on her back and her cries were loud and high. The huge cock pistoned in and out of her visibly wet cunt. Nisha wanted it to be her. Her hand moved faster and faster between her legs. Her hips jerked and writhed. The vegetable grew slippery with her streaming cunt juices. Her orgasm neared. On the screen, the black man was now fucking the Indian woman from behind, taking her hard, slapping his thighs loudly at her buttocks, gripping her hips and rocking her body back and forth under his. Her big breasts swung to and fro with his thrusts. Nisha moaned, imagining how good it must feel to be fucked like this. Just as her orgasm threatened to break, she bit her lip and jerked the
karela
out with a gasp. It took her several minutes to recover and it was all she could do not to put it back in or finish off with her fingers. Her cunt tingled with a tightness she had not felt before. Slowly, she got to her feet, her head now swimming in a deep sexual haze.
She dressed provocatively, putting on a button-down shirt of very fine and smooth synthetic material that clung to her body. No bra. Beneath, she pulled on a pair of jeans -- no panties -- and slipped her bare feet into loafers. She drew hair back and gathered it in a large clip. Stepping out, she went out to her little balcony. Darkness was falling and the streetlights were already on. She could see the road in front of her building and the turn into the lane where she had first seen the man. She saw the truck parked in the lane. The man was already there. She saw him pop the hood and bend over the front grill. With a quickening of excitement, and let herself out of the house.
The security guard came out of his little cabana as she walked out of the building gate,
salaamed
and asked her if he could help or get her a taxi from the other corner. She slowed her quick pace and shook her head, mumbled something about going out to see a friend and, not for the first time, noticed the way his eyes moved hungrily over her face and body. She stopped and smiled sweetly at him. He wasn't bad looking himself, dark and tall and with an evidently lean and hard body. She wondered for a moment whether he'd be good in bed and how well he might be endowed. She enjoyed the sight and feel of a large penis and believed the theories of size not mattering to be just so much nonsense. A big cock was a definite stimulus and a major turn-on. Perhaps, she said to herself, I might one day have him, too.
