AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) being publicly stripped and sexually used by a group of horny Indian women. This story features CFNM, stripping, female-of-male body worship, fondling, humiliation, and fellatio. All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Non-Consent/Reluctance".
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It was a hot summer's day in Sydney, Australia. 58-year-old Jesminder Khatri was at Bondi Beach with her 50-year-old sister Sunita, and Sunita's nineteen-year-old daughter Jaya. Also with them was Jesminder and Sunita's 78-year-old mother Bhavna.
Way too conservative to lie on Bondi Beach in swimsuits, the four Indian women were instead perched on a wooden seat on the famous beach's concrete walking promenade. But even though they were conservative, that didn't mean these four traditional Indian women didn't like men...even 78-year-old Bhavna.
"I like this one," Bhavna said in Hindi as a young man walked past them wearing nothing but a pair of tight Speedos. "I'm sure I could teach him a thing or two. I could take him into my bed and turn him into a real man!"
Jesminder and Sunita laughed at their mother's characteristically naughty sense of humour, while the shy and reserved Jaya smiled with obvious embarrassment, even as her eyes raked up and down the young man's fit, tanned body. All four women fanned their faces in the heat, which was at least nothing like that of their home in India's sweltering Mumbai.
While Jesminder had moved to Australia with her husband Virat and three daughters many decades prior, the rest of her family remained in Mumbai. Jesminder and Virat lived in the western Sydney suburb and Indian enclave of Harris Park, and her mother, sister and niece had finally travelled to Australia to visit her after a five-year gap. Jesminder was very, very happy to see them.
With Jesminder's husband Virat and Sunita's husband Fardeen spending the day at the cricket, and Bhavna's husband long passed, the women of the family had the day to themselves. Unsurprisingly, it was the ever-naughty Bhavna who suggested they visit famous Bondi Beach.
"I would like to see the sand and the ocean...and the men," the 78-year-old laughed in Hindi. "I would like to do some sightseeing in Sydney...
real
sightseeing!"
Dressed in their bright, colourful, traditional saris, the four Indian women strolled leisurely along Bondi Beach's walking promenade, taking in the famous strip of sand and sea while talking animatedly about a variety of subjects. Finally, in need of a rest, the four women had taken a seat on the wooden bench, where they could really get down to the serious business of admiring Australia's men.
"I can see the outline of this one's manhood," Bhavna giggled, and pointed at the tight swimsuit of a fit young man, which did indeed reveal the shape and size of his penis.
Jesminder, Sunita and Jaya all followed the older woman's finger and then dissolved into fits of laughter. They could all see exactly what Bhavna was talking about, and the sight of the outline of the man's penis instantly prompted much amusement.
"It looks very small," Sunita said, and then waggled her pinky finger in the air. "He is only half a man."
"Not even half!" Bhavna responded with a laugh. "He is nearly a woman!"
"Mother!" Jaya chided, but still giggled herself at the unfortunate man's very sorry appendage. "Grandmother!"
"But his body is quite lovely," Jesminder said in the man's defence. "He is lean and fit...he is very handsome and youthful."
"This is enough for you?" Bhavna asked. "The sorry size of his pathetic manhood does not bother you?"
"I would prefer it to be bigger, yes," Jesminder replied, "but I am certain he would bring me pleasure."
"What he lacks in the lower part of his body," Sunita said with a smile, "he may very well compensate for with his tongue."
"That would be his only avenue...that or his fingers," Bhavna said, and the four women roared with laughter.
Jesminder, Sunita, Jaya and Bhavna sat for a few more moments, enjoying the light sea breeze, and savouring the smell and taste of the sweet ocean air on their dark-skinned faces. They were far, far away from Mumbai...there was no relief from the summer heat in their home city. After enjoying the sight of a few more Australian men, the four Indian women slowly stood and then continued their stroll along the promenade.
As the women talked and laughed, Jesminder never took her deep, brown, soulful eyes off the parade of scantily clad, light-skinned Anglo-Australian men that passed her. Though it was during the week, and the area wasn't as busy as it would have been on a weekend, there were still plenty of handsome young men to admire.
Jesminder Khatri -- 58-year-old mother of three adult children -- took in the bare chests, the firm abdomens, the powerful arms, the tight buttocks, and the bulging crotches of the alluring men on the beach and the promenade. What a glorious sight they were...strong, youthful, and incredibly sensual in their masculine physicality.
Jesminder had been very, very happily married to Virat for nearly forty years, and she had always been faithful to him. He was a good man, and a strong man too...and a good lover. But despite her strong feelings of passion and commitment for Virat, Jesminder enjoyed looking at other men...and particularly Anglo-Australian men.
Anglo men had fascinated Jesminder ever since she had arrived in Australia from Mumbai with Virat and her then young daughters. Australian men were so different to the men of India in so many ways.
Their muscular bodies, their light skin, their blonde hair, their blue eyes, their relaxed manner, the way they spoke, their seeming happiness to display their bodies...Jesminder was enthralled by it all. She had even masturbated on many occasions while imagining herself naked in the strong arms of such a man.
Jesminder determinedly kept her erotic fascination with Anglo-Australian men as her own dirty, naughty, tightly held secret. She did not tell her friends that she had such impure thoughts about Australian men, and even on this warm summer's day with Sunita, Bhavna and Jaya, Jesminder played along happily without revealing the true depth of her desires for the men they were naughtily ogling.
This erotic fascination with Anglo-Australian men was a source of quiet shame for Jesminder, and to the Indian mother's horror, this illicit desire appeared to have been passed on to her youngest daughter, Sharna. While Jesminder and Virat's two oldest daughters were successful doctors married to equally successful doctors also of Indian heritage, her rebellious youngest child's romantic relationships were exclusively with Anglo-Australian men.
Sharna was a deep disappointment to Jesminder and Virat. She liked to drink, party, and wear provocative clothes, and she had pursued a career in the media, working with great success as a producer for several major radio networks. Jesminder and Virat, however, couldn't enjoy Sharna's success while she engaged in such a lurid, embarrassing occupation.
Most embarrassingly, Sharna had worked on the prurient radio show of a harlot media star called Abbie Chatfield, who talked openly and disgustingly about sexual matters, as well as her own casual promiscuity. Jesminder's friends even laughingly informed her that on one programme, Sharna and Abbie had measured the penis of a naked man in the studio for the scurrilous enjoyment of the listeners.
Several months prior to her family's visit, Jesminder and Virat had ceased all communication and contact with Sharna when their rebellious daughter was fired from her job at the radio station after she sexually harassed and humiliated a young man doing work experience in the large media corporation.
Sharna's actions were a source of incredible shame for Jesminder and Virat, and they had sadly and devastatingly ex-communicated Sharna as a consequence. All but blacklisted in the mainstream media for her behaviour, Sharna had moved from Sydney to a large rural centre to escape the negative attention. Sharna eventually found a job with a small, local newspaper. Jesminder and Virat had not seen or talked to Sharna since. She was a disgrace to them.
Despite her fractious relationship with her daughter, Jesminder secretly envied both Sharna's carefree approach to life, and also the ease with which she engaged in sexual relations with Anglo-Australian men. Though disapproving of the men Sharna brought to the family home for dinner, Jesminder would hypocritically also steal looks at them, and then frequently fantasise about them later on.
On one extraordinary occasion, Jesminder had even seen one of Sharna's sexual partners naked. The pair had been noisily having sex in Sharna's bedroom, and the young man walked out naked into the hallway to use the bathroom just as Jesminder was naughtily hovering, enjoying the heated sounds of the pair's passionate lovemaking.
Jesminder screamed with shock -- but also with delight -- at the sight of the tattooed, long-haired young man's muscular body and very large penis. It took every ounce of will power Jesminder had not to smile and appreciate the young man's impressive masculine attributes. Instead, the conservative Indian wife and mother mustered up a look of far-from-honest disgust and horror.
A few moments later, with Virat fast asleep in bed next to her, Jesminder removed her underwear and then quietly but enthusiastically masturbated while imagining running her hands all over the young man's heavily tattooed body, and then enjoying his impressively sized genitals. Jesminder had one of her most enjoyable orgasms ever on that shameful but highly erotic night.
