His gnarled fingers spread her cunt lips apart and the old man inserted his cock. Guiding her hips with his hands, he pulled her back, impaling Katt on his staff. An accomplished fucker of long standing in the cult, Armbala reached his long arms around her. One hand began to stimulate her clit and the other to stroke and fondle her tits.
It seemed such a practiced ritual to Katt that she found herself responding automatically, but feeling flat, even though Galpur had left her wanting more.
Still, when the old man got everything in motion, Katt felt her body begin to respond.
His cock moved in and out with long, precise strokes. His hands were quick and direct on her clit and nipples. He stuffed his surprisingly hard member in her cunt with finesse.
Katt turned her head and looked out over the audience. Some of the candles had been extinguished. Cult members were screwing in every position imaginable, yet their eyes all seemed to be watching her and the old man. Katt saw Sandor powerfully driving his cock into a woman who was sitting atop it. It thrilled her to think that he was horny because of watching her. And there was Ted, silent, raptly observing her as his hand played with an Indian woman's pussy. She perched crossway on his lap, her hips rhythmically thrusting. She wished Ted would fuck the woman. If he did, Katt knew she would cum on the old guy's cock immediately. As it was, Katt might hold off a respectable length of time.
At least that's what she thought until she caught a glimpse of Hazun.
Katt stared at him, feeling her pussy convulse. The man's long cock was running in and out of some plump-buttocked woman's cunt!
It was exciting watching Hazun. Even the old guy's steadily sliding cock took on an exciting feel. Her heart pounded and the blood in her veins quickened. Her pussy began to pulse and flower on Armbala's staff. The full length of Hazun's cock plunged in and out of his woman, urgent, wanting. Thrilled, Katt scrutinized Hazun's cock and the woman's cunt as he fucked her from behind. Her first view of the cunt with the big cock in it shook her with pangs of envy and lust.
Behind her, the old man grunted and gripped her hips tighter. Although he kept fucking at a steady pace, his prick greedily sank deeper into her belly. His rocks banged against her mound. She gloried in the feel of his cock fucking her. Despite his slow pace, Katt humped harder and faster, trying to speed him up, for she was extremely excited now.
Armbala felt his cock stiffen erratically as the golden-haired woman rode frantically on his cock. Her cunt was all wet yet tight, and sucking on his dick. He longed to plunge into it with ferocious abandon, knew he did not dare. If only they were alone, he would. And no one would ever know he had broken the rules of the cult. Armbala made very sure that his cock plunged as deeply as possible in the lovely pussy with each stroke. His hands on her humping butt, the old man pulled Katt back against him, driving his stalk as far as it would go into her.
Meanwhile, Hazun stared at Katt as he fucked. He thrilled that she was watching him, and could tell that she was going to go off.
Armbala pulled on Katt's stiff, more than generous-sized nipples. This, of course, added to her pleasure. Whether it was permitted or not, Katt reached back and fondled his balls.
Amazed, a thrill shot through Armbala. His old body turned young and his distended rod took on the potency of days gone by. The mighty piston fired into Katt's sizzling cunt, setting her orgasm in motion.
At the same time, Katt saw Hazun jerk his giant dong out of the woman.
White streaks of sperm shot, with force, from his cock and flew all over the woman's wriggling, plump thighs.
In the midst of this raunchy display, Katt's cunt kept exploding.
From behind, hands jerked her back hard, driving the cock deep into her, nearly lifting her off the floor.
Armbala held deep, panting, amazed at his lack of control. The stalk swelled within her to great dimensions. In exultation, he strained even deeper, wanting to wear her body over his.
The deep, marvelous penetration heightened Katt's climax, making her cry out with pleasure. She took all of Armbala's meat into her orgasmic depths. His long, thick cock ground around inside her cunt, keeping her in a continual state of climax as he shot gout after gout of sperm into her.
Writhing and moaning, Katt felt her cunt hole thirstily suck on his dick, milking the luscious jizz out of it. Her nerve endings jangled deliciously and her belly rippled with mimicking rapture.
At the end, Katt saw that Hazup had moved away from the woman. Other women were wiping his jizz from her buns now.
Armbala pulled back, his limp prick slid out of her.
Katt drew a shaky breath. Had it been Armbala who got her off, or Hazun? It would crush the old man if he thought it had not been all his doing, so Katt would not mention to anyone that she had grown excited by watching Hazun fuck the woman. Well, perhaps she would tell Ted-but later.
Her next and last lover was Sringa, a man of medium height. Not as dark of skin as the others, he had an average size dick.
Average to Katt meant anywhere in the range of five to seven inches.
Anything below that was small and anything above that was large. Of course Hazun, Katt classified as huge, although she had never actually given any thought to just what the determining measurement between large and huge was. Yet any dick that measured as big as his was huge by any woman's standard of measurement.
Sringa's member was about seven inches, she guessed.
After Ted's introduction, Sringa approached her with a stiff hard-on.
He had anxiously awaited his chance to fuck the golden delight all evening. Now that his turn had arrived, he was so hot that he wasn't sure he could give her a decent lesson. How awful if she would find him lacking and not wish to screw him again.
When the mem-sahib had watched him shoot, Hazun had been transported beyond ecstasy once again. He had begun to think that his big cock would never stop casting out jism. Now, he limply reclined on pillows on the floor and watched the mem-sahib, knowing full well that doing so would give him another incredible hard-on.
Once again Katt was led to the swing. Her pussy twitched and sperm and lube and her own juices flowed down her legs.
Sringa took a moment to raise the swing seat. Maneuvering her down on the floor on her back, Sringa carefully arranged a pillow beneath her shoulders and head. Then, he raised her legs up over the wide seat and spread them. This brought Katt's bottom end up until she was supported only by her shoulders.
Feeling her labia swell with excitement and her clit pulse, Katt watched Sringa straddle her. Signals from her brain sent ripples of anticipation down her spine to her cunt. This was her last fuck of the night with the members of the cult, and it was going to be an exciting one.
Gazing at her pussy, Sringa's fingers slid over it, feeling her mound before he spread her lips apart. Gently, he pushed a finger into her wet hole.
Katt felt a flare of excitement in her pulsating pussy as his fingers boldly screwed in and out of her. Tongues of flame licked up her hole and she moaned.
Sringa stood there playing in her cunt, exploring her hole, inspecting it inside and out. He was delighted by her lusty response. Slowly, he bent his knees, pressing his cock downward.
Flames licked higher in Katt. Involuntary spasms caused her to stiffen, which lifted her cunt higher to snap at his cock.
Her soppy snatch alternately contracted and loosened as if trying to suck the wary prick inside.
The bloated cockhead kept kissing her clit, wetting it with slippery pre-cum.
"Fuck me!" Katt gasped, knowing he'd understand, for Ted had told her that he spoke English.
Sringa's glance shot to her face, saw the desire etched in her features, and then looked back at her cunt. It was time. Pushing his cock into a lower angle, Sringa bent his knees more to lower his stiff cock slowly, penetrating her cleanly and deeply as he descended.
"God, yes, screw me, Sringa!" Katt panted, clutching at him with her hands, but unable to reach him.
Bending and straightening his knees, Sringa lowered his hard fucker in and out of her rhythmically.
Making wild sounds in her throat, Katt felt like she was going to break apart, she was quaking so hard. Something about the angle of his cock made her cunt highly sensitive. She climaxed without warning.
Heatedly, Sringa thrust deeper and faster. His hand remained on top of his pubic mound, pressing downward on his cock. He wanted to make sure it stayed at the proper angle to lower into her without popping out of her hole.
Red-hot, Katt cried out again and came as Sringa moved his penis in a circular motion inside her. The man was sensational!
With long, fast strokes meant to keep her cumming, Sringa felt his balls tighten. He reached down beneath them and did as Professor MacNeil had suggested. He drilled a finger at her clit.
So, tight! So hot! His cock swelled, and his balls tightened. Sringa worked his finger on her clit and frantically fucked her cunt, still moving his prick in circles.
Into shattering stars of ecstasy, Katt plunged. She lay there nearly screaming with rapture, unable to move much. Finally, she gave herself up to the ministrations of her lover.
Sringa's cock erupted, pumping a monstrous load of seed into the far reaches of her genitals. His knees began to knock against her thighs.
Needing support, Sringa gripped her thighs with both hands and was almost sorry that the most exciting fuck of his life was over.
Katt lay on the floor, exhausted, letting her body regain strength. She felt the emptying sensation of Sringa's prick pulling out of her cunt.
Then she heard Ted's whisper.
"Are you all right, darling?"
Katt opened her unfocused eyes with effort, tried to smile at her husband, who was bent over her, a worried expression on his face.
"Give me a minute, and I'll be as good as new."
"You mean as horny as ever, don't you?" Ted said with a devilish smile.
She managed a faint smile.
"Do you have any idea of the turmoil you have stirred up in this cult?
Your blonde hair and pale skin even have the women so turned on that they are frigging off and begging to be fucked. There has been talk that a less restrained manner should be adopted, that the old rules hinder much pleasure. It seems, my dear, that not one of your lovers was able to hold out for his normal length of time tonight. And now, the others feel that they are put at a disadvantage by having to wait for you so long, that the anticipation will cause them to go off even quicker."
"Oh, dear… have I stirred up a hornets' nest?"
With a grin, Ted admitted that she had indeed. "Not only that, but the High Principal Of Desire has ruled that he will be first to initiate you at the beginning of every meeting."
"What should I do?" Really worried that she would be considered a troublemaker, she gazed at Ted for guidance.
"If I were you, I'd be prepared for some wild fucking from here on out."
Katt's heart skipped a beat and she rejoiced at the prospect. "Really?"
"Yes, really," he mocked, shaking his head at her gurgle of delighted laughter. "You are incorrigible."
Katt covered her mouth and giggled. "Does that mean I'm really bad?"
"A little! Come on, wench, there are refreshments to partake of before we can blow this joint. Have you forgotten that you promised to sit on this stiff sucker on the way home?"
"Oh, I hope Sandor hits lots of bumps!"
Ted pulled her up from the floor and held her close for a moment, wanting her ferociously.
"Let's do it the way we both like it, darling… fast and furious."
Katt gazed up at her husband, who stood a head taller than her.
Ted caught his breath and his voice cracked when he replied. "If it wouldn't hurt their feelings, I'd forget the food and whisk you out of here right now!"
"It's all right, darling. We can wait, but not too long. Okay?"
Ted stumbled over his own feet, and swore as he led his wife off the stage.
An hour later, they were in the jeep. Down the road a piece, Ted told Sandor to stop.
Complying, Sandor pulled to the side of the road and turned to his sahib for further instructions. What he saw made his cock rise yet again.
The sahib was pulling the mem-sahib's dress over her head. He dropped the garment to the floor of the vehicle, leaving her naked.
Facing the windscreen, the mem-sahib grasped the dash bar and pulled herself up off her husband's lap. The sahib undid his pants and shoved them down around his knees. Holding his stiff cock upright, he guided the mem-sahib backwards onto his staff.
Sandor gasped and ducked his head so he could see which hole it was going into. The sahib stuck it in her ass!
Clawing his fly open, Sandor jerked his prick out into the night air and with both hands, began to pump it and thrust his hips, prepared to watch the show.
The mem-sahib clutched the bar and bounced up and down on the prick.
"Drive, Sandor!"
The order came sharp and clear. Disappointed, Sandor let go of his cock and put the jeep in motion.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" Ted ordered the first time Sandor glanced at them.
Although Sandor did not look at them again, knowing what they were doing kept his prick at full mast. The cries from the mem-sahib aroused him, even though he did not understand her words. He drove fast, trying to reach home before they were finished so that he could at least watch the end and get off on their pleasure.
"Yes, Ted, drill my pussy! The bumps, good!" Katt shouted into the wind riding the cock hard and wild as she had wanted to do all night. It was exhilarating, roaring along the road in the wind, having that cock ravish her lovehole.
Even Ted had broken his own rule of holding back. All of his Kama Sutra training was forgotten in this moment of passionate madness.
Katt screamed her desire into the wind, free for the first time in her life to do so. A wildness was inside her, a need to be as loud, as obscene as she felt with only two men as witness to her lascivious bawdiness. She stared over at Sandor and saw the huge piece of meat thrusting up between his legs.
In sweet agony, Katt cried, "Yes! God, Yes!" and hammered her cunt on Ted's eight thick inches.
To keep her from flying out of the doorless jeep, Ted clasped her waist, but let Katt ride him as hard and wild as she wanted. Ted was about to get his rocks off, and hoped to hell she would be with him.
A gutter slut licentiousness had Katt in its grip.
"Fuck me harder!" she screamed, bouncing fast and hard on his dick.
Ted fucked his fabulously horny dick into her and there was not a damned thing he could do to stop his sperm from exploding out his piss hole and into her body.
"I'm going to cum!" She felt her pussy flower, open, and felt the stupendous ecstasy, that she had so recently discovered, begin to drive her mad.
Straining to bury his spewing prick deeper in her, Ted unloaded, giving her a sperm douche.
His fingers plunged deep into her pussy and held there, twisting and flicking furiously.
Exploding, Katt's cunt climaxed as she felt Ted's hot semen blast into her. The orgasm burst upon her. Her head reeled, she cried out, she twisted and ranted and came and came and came!
Both hands gripping the wheel, Sandor had all he could do to remain collected enough to guide the jeep. His body jerked. His cock shot sperm all over everything. Splatters of his own jizz hit him in the face.
When it was over, they were all left gasping. The jeep crawled along the road at a snail's pace. Rallying, Sandor put his foot on the gas and drove them the rest of the way home.
When Hunter didn't show up again the following morning, Katt was certain that he had been apprehended by the police. Despite his heartless thievery, she felt sorry for Hunter. He was too handsome, too alive and vital to be caged. What a waste.
Taking advantage of his absence, Katt returned to the hut and went to work on the skeletal bones. She had had lunch, and was hard at work again when she heard the scream of a vehicle's brakes outside, followed by a yell.
Katt jumped up. "Bhadra, what's going on? Bhadra!"
The servant came running.
"Help me cover these, quick! We have got to get them beneath the bed!"
Frantically, they worked.
Without knocking, Hazun leapt thru the door. "Sahib Beal is on his way here… seconds behind me! Somehow he has found out about," Hazun pointed at the stretchers, "those!"
"Does he know they are here in the house?"
"I do not believe so."
"Go out. You and Sandor try to stall him!" Katt and Bhadra had the sheet spread over the remains and they pushed and shoved until they had the stretchers concealed beneath the bed. Carefully, they pulled down the spread, smoothed it over the side of the bed.
Meanwhile, outside there was an awful racket. As soon as they'd finished, Katt rushed from the bedroom. Hunter was standing just inside the front door, and she confronted him.
"What's going on?"
"Where are they?"
"Who?"
"The bodies! Dammit, don't you lie to me!"
There was an evil look about Hunter that frightened Katt. But, she was determined not to let him walk off with Ted's discoveries. These were 3rd millennium bones of a Dravidian woman and her child-intact-a once in a lifetime discovery-priceless. Where were Sandor and Hazun?
"Hold it right there, Hunter! Don't you barge into my home and order me around!" She was stalling for time, hoping the two men would appear.
"Now, what's this about bodies!" In an angry gesture, Katt crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
"You play games with me, you bitch, and you'll regret it! You found two bodies. I want them, or no more money for dear old Ted. He will be out!
I'll bring in my own team!"
"Try it! The government of India knows Ted and his reputation. He'll tell them what you are up to! We both will!"
"You do and your lives won't be worth two cents!"
"Neither will yours, Hunter, if you try a takeover." Katt sighed.
"Anyway, all we've found is two bone shards, not bodies. They may be of interest to some obscure museum or university, but I doubt if they're worth much. They are at the dig, ready for you. Why weren't you here yesterday?"
Squinting his eyes Hunter thought, 'She's good… very good. If I let myself, I could believe she's telling the truth.' Hell, she even looked innocent. But his informant had sworn they'd unearthed two skeletons, not two bones. She had to be holding out on him.
Well, two could play her game! He'd sneak in after dark and inspect the dig himself. It was entirely possible that they would try to cover the bodies with sand, to keep them hidden from him. That very thing had happened once before.
Let her think he believed her. Hunter threw his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, I guess I'm wrong. Let's go to the dig and get those shards."
"I was just going back out myself. Sandor will drive me," she said, proceeding him out the door. She had no intention of getting into a jeep with Hunter Beal.
Outside, Katt stopped dead, and stared at the two men Indian servants.
Sitting back to back in the sand, tied with heavy cord, the two men twisted and fought their restraints, uttering what Katt was sure must be curse words. She turned angry eyes on Hunter.
"What is the meaning of this!"
He shrugged. "They were in my way."
"Turn them loose this minute! You've been watching too many outlaw movies!" Katt's scathing tone lingered in the hot, still air.
Cutting their bonds, Hunter informed Hazun that his services were no longer required. "Obviously, you are not loyal to me. Get your clothes and clear out of my house!"
Hazun was not unhappy, at the break in his employment. Sahib Beal was an asshole of the first order, and Hazun was glad to be done with him.
Still, he had no home, no place to stay.
Sandor knew of this, and suggested that Hazun move his things into his hut. "It is a long walk to Sahib Beal's hut. Wait here for my return, and I will drive you there and back…" Sandor glanced at Katt. "With the mem-sahib's permission?"
Katt inclined her head in consent.
"Thank you, Sandor. You are a true friend," Hazun said.
When they arrived at the site, Hunter was very displeased with the bones that Katt showed him. He roamed the dig, looking at everything, checking the earth, questioning the workers. Getting no useful information from anyone in the trenches, Hunter questioned those men who wheeled the sand away. They were all lying!
No, no one had hauled sand back. No, no bones had been covered up with sand. No, no large bones had been unearthed. Liars!
There was a conspiracy going on here. They were trying to outwit him.
The fucking liars would see that Hunter Beal was not so easily fooled!
Katt… that blonde-haired bitch! She was lying to him, too. Thinking of her caused his prick to begin to twitch. Hell, he didn't have to love her to screw her. Did he? No! A fuck was a fuck was a fuck!
Hunter returned to the tent. He walked up behind Katt, palmed her tits and pulled her back against him. As his hard-on pressed into the crack of her ass, he ground it against her.
A wave of revulsion flooded Katt and she swallowed hard, trying not to be sick.
"Get your hand off me, Beal!" Katt flung his hands aside in disgust and jerked away from him.
"What's the matter, baby? You liked it the last time I gave it to you," his voice turned sarcastic as he added, "Ted know about that-yet?"
Whirling to face Beal, Katt felt a rage previously unknown to her. "You can't wait to tell him, can you Beal?"
Unconcerned, he shrugged. "You want to screw, or not?"
"I wouldn't screw you if you were the last man on earth!"
"The hell you wouldn't!" Beal thought he saw a way to save himself some trouble and make her talk. "Tell me where the bodies are! I'm gonna screw you if you don't. How about right here, where good old Ted can see us fuck?"
"There are no bodies for you, you bastard!"
Hunter's dark eyes narrowed meanly. "You're going to regret that, you whore! Tomorrow they will be here!" He pointed to the ground beneath his feet. "Right here! If they are not, I promise you, you will regret it!" He swung around and stomped out of the tent.
Leaning weakly against the table, Katt took a steadying breath and listened with relief as the jeep roared away. In the meantime, Sandor had brought the professor up to date on unfolding events, and as soon as Hunter was out of sight, they strode across to the tent.
"Did he buy it?" Ted asked, putting his arms around his wife. Her face was the colour of ashes.
"No. Someone told him," Katt choked.
"I know. Sandor told me. Listen, Katt, Hazun has no place to go. I want to take him on to look after you, to assist you."
"I could use the help."
"Good. Then it's settled. I'll feel better having him with you as long as Hunter is around."
Katt gave a half sob. "I don't think Hazun is your man for that. Hunter had the two of them tied up."
"I know. But next time, neither of them will be so easily taken. It will ease my mind, Katt."
"Okay." She nodded.
"Now, why don't you go back with Sandor and get some rest? He is going to drive Hazun to Beal's place to collect his things. Then, he'll bring Hazun directly to you and then come here for me. I'll be home around six." Ted kissed his wife on the cheek.
Suddenly, Katt did feel tired. Putting up no argument, she let Ted put her in the jeep.
Bhadra, eyes full of fear, met them at the door.
"It's all right, Bhadra. Beal has been satisfied for the moment. The skeletons are safe." Katt walked toward the bedroom.
"I'm going to lie down and rest. Wake me in an hour."
"Let me help you," Bhadra said, bustling about, turning down the sheets.
Surprised, Katt thought she must really look awful to elicit such behaviour from Bhadra.
"I will bring a bowl of water and sponge you down. Cool and refreshed, you will rest better."
What on earth had gotten into her ayah? Katt wondered. In the two years she had been with them, Bhadra had never made such a fuss over her.
Sponge her down! Like an invalid…
Removing her clothes, Katt lay down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, wondering how it was going to end. Had the Indian government, or the police made any effort at all to stop Hunter Beal from smuggling ancient artifacts out of India? Who had he sold the artifacts to?
Sadly, they could never be recovered.
A new idea struck Katt. What if they had been sold and remained in India? If so, Beal had broken no laws other than stealing from Ted.
Still, it was peculiar that the authorities had not contacted Ted before now. Sandor had sent that wire two-no, three days ago.
Bhadra broke into her thoughts. "This will cool you." Gently, she sponged Katt with the cool, wet cloth. It wasn't until she rant the rag between Katt's legs that she let her mem-sahib know that she had an ulterior motive.
Bending down, Bhadra lightly brushed her lips over Katt's golden-fuzzed mound.
Relaxed and drowsy, Katt murmured, "Go ahead, Bhadra, kiss me."
On her belly, Bhadra wiggled between Katt's long legs and lay there, licking her mem-sahib's pussy with delight. After awhile, the Indian servant quickly moved up and used her left nipple to stimulate Katt's clit.
"Ummm, yes, ayah… Good-it's good…" Every flick of the giant nipple across her erect clit gave her an electric shock of pleasure.
"The sahib loves to watch you suck my pussy." Katt began to thrust and grind her hips. "Do you like for my husband to fuck you, Bhadra?"
"Yes, mem-sahib. He is a real man."
"I'd love to watch him fuck you, Bhadra. Would you mind?"
"No, mem-sahib. I would like for you to watch as your husband shoves that big cock up my pussy and cums inside of me."
"We must do it soon, very soon… What else does my husband do to you, Bhadra?"
"Ahhh, he shoves his prick in my mouth and lets me drink his juice."
"You like to suck him off, swallow his jizz?"
"Yes, mem-sahib! Very much!"
"Do you like taking my husband's cum in your mouth better than taking it in your cunt?"
"Yes, I do! I have always like it that way."
"Do you like to taste my pussy juice in your mouth?"
"Oh, yes! I love to drink yours, mem-sahib."
"Then suck my cunt, Bhadra. I'm going to cum. Hurry! I'll cum in your mouth!"