Anita was about a meter ahead of me, as I deliberately let her lead, to admire her gracefully undulating wide buttocks and luscious legs. Being a female butt freak, I always look around to find any interesting female with alluring behind.
She looked stunning with about five feet and eight inch height, proportionately feminine fleshy curves. Her oval face adorned; almond shaped black eyes, pout lips and high cheek bones. Dusky complexion bestowed unique aura of mysterious sensuality along with eyes seemed to betray innocence.
The wide verandah was dotted with intricately carved real size Khajuraho like nude statues of gorgeous female, male bodies and pairs of lovers in various positions of blissful intimacy.
For me, the comparison of Anita with pronounced femininity of the various female statues was natural and interesting, apart from being highly erotic. I felt my dick stirring and becoming alive again. It did spend a good amount of semen about two hours ago, while watching the grotesque looking, hose like monstrous black dick of Arun fucking those sex starved rustic ladies.
I started to wonder about Anita and her role in the exclusive party in that old sex den of the late debauched grandfather of Divvya, who was a famed sex addict and loved hosting orgies for his close friends.
I felt as if the place smelled of semen and female juice. What Divvya used to tell me about the ravenous orgies in the Venus Villa, flooded my erotically charged mind.
Krishna Dev, grandfather of Divvya loved to pose as lord Krishna, consorting with English and Indian ladies of all ages. And my mind wondered about such ribald scenes of wild sex going on, in every corner of Villa and especially in and around the vagina shaped swimming pool of Venus Villa. The old man with ten inch dick, could hold his charge for long time and was rumored to make about half a dozen females to rapturous orgasm, before he would shoot his load to any lady, he fancied, and thought deserved his boiling cum. The underground dungeon had a flowing natural water channel opening in to wooded area. It was supposed to be boasting every kind of BDSM tools and weird locations to act out variety of wild fantasies with exotically sensual entrapment. I was told of parties, where drunk-sex hungry guests' roamed nude, looking for and hunting many hiding females, who loved to be hunted, fought for, kidnapped, Blindfolded and raped on rough rocks and logs of jungle.
One guest had died when other men found him fucking a much sought after lady. The drunken attackers pulled the guy off, away from an imminent orgasm, kicked and accidentally pushed him over rocks. The unfortunate fucker fell down; hitting his head on rocks and died instantly.
There was huge mess and the old man had to use all his influences and lots of money to escape a sensational public scandal and messy court case.
I wondered about gorgeous Anita.
Was she a hired event manager specializing in planning and organizing such sex parties for Indian rich? Her attire was good but too formal and seemed professional.
Whatever she was, I was determined make a pass to bed her as soon as possible. There were cameras in the circular gallery and may be Divvya was watching me following bouncing butt of Anita.
Being captivated, I immediately went about mentally denuding Anita and imagined her leading me in nude. Her butt resembled million dollars behind of sensual JLo.
Suddenly, as if reading my naughty thoughts, Anita stopped, turned and looked at me smilingly.
I could see lust oozing from her large black eyes. How any man could remain unaffected by her smoldering sensuality!
"I have been told by Divvya to make sure that you are comfortable in your suite and rest to be ready for the party in evening..."
I noticed she mentioned name of the hostess with familiarity and sense of closeness; not possible with any hired personnel.
"Hmmm...thanks, you know her?" We now walked together, as whiff of her scent hit my senses. "Yeah, we were together in boarding school, and when we met again about five years ago. Lately, she told me a lot about you and..." She winked and left further words hanging in the cool gust of moist mountain air.
"That's better, she shares only on need to know basis."
"Yup, she does..." Anita whispered in her sensually throaty voice.
"You voice is exotic..." I whispered back.
"Is it ...thanks..."
"Your lips add that spicy timbre, I find irresistible..."
"My vocal cords, not my lips, mister!"
"Well, I can't see those exquisite vocal cords, so lips deliver and are visible..."
"Hmmm...you are naughty..."
"You know there is a similarity between horizontal and vertical lips..", I blurted instinctively and waited for reaction.
"Hmm...that's your own research or quoting some scholar?"
"Quoting, but approve and agree.."
"Never thought much about the comparison, but its true about Divvya..,"
"Yeah..you been with her a lot...?"
"It is never enough with her..."
"Oh...you love her..."
"Infatuation is worst..."
"Hmmm...I used to be obsessed about her..."
"But she thought you have been too obsessed about Radha.."
"Oh...you know about Radha.."
"Yeah, a lot met her in US last year..."
"Hmmm...and how is she?" My heart leaped.
"Radha been through deep shit and divorced her lame dick hubby."
A strange relief calmed my mind to know that now she was a free bird and maybe, will welcome my attention.
"Oh...when she is arriving here?" My vocal cords went dry; entangling with expectations and surge of emotions flooding my mind.
"Hey..you sound like a teenager?"
"Do I?"
"Yup like hell, you are..."
"I have been infatuated with her memories, she never allowed more.."
"Hmmm..It is strange yaar.."
"Kya?"
"Waiting like teenager for your old flame in this fucking den of Orgies.."
"Yeah, shit...I love both...but yeah its conflicting.."
"How deep is your conflict?"
