Shanti continued to milk the relationship with Mike but was totally unaware of the plans he was building – and she was not only unaware but also unprepared for the additional pleasure he would soon mount on her – anyways their alliance of sordid kind continued and he fucked her regularly after that but he could not forget that one incident of pleasure with the Tamil slut.
On the one particular day that he remembered so well, both of them had spent the day together. First attending the New Year party on the 1st Jan at the Complex and then after lunch, they all went down to the beach for a break, Chennai weather was sultry and warm and it seemed forever before Mike and Shanti could slip away unnoticed from the crowd of their screaming Colony members, but they finally had, and ran off giggling into the garden to their very own pavilion of heaven.
They said nothing until they reached the resort Mike had booked for the fuck and then as Shanti stood breathless in the doorway, Mike had thrown himself down on the couch which hwas built into one corner of the suite.
"Come on over here," he said, patting the cushion beside him. Shanti moved to her young boyfriend and looked down on him.
"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd be afraid to be here alone with you." She smiled gently and let him draw her down on the couch.
She kissed him passionately, and he felt his cock stir unbelievably at her tantalizing closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled her light blouse from her loosely fitting saree, and teased a hand along the ridge of her spine.
"Mike, we shouldn't, not now!" she cried, breaking off her kiss and attempting to pull away from him.
"What do you mean, we shouldn't. We've fucked before," he said, refusing to release his strong grip on her voluptuous young body.
"Someone may come and find us," she answered.
"There will be no one coming, I know. But of course, if you don't want me to . . ." He sneaked his hand further up her back, caressing her seductively. He brought his other hand up and rubbed her bra clad tittles sensuously through the light blouse.
He drew her to him and buried a teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin. "You know I want us to fuck as much as you do, and you are right, this is the first time we have been alone in weeks."
Shanti laughed, as he continued his maddening caresses.
Shanti threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her onto the couch, covering him with her slender body. She laughed, and worked her hand up between their bodies to his crotch and began kneading his semi-aroused prick forcefully.
"Okay, my stud," she whispered huskily in his ear.
"How do you like that?" Mike laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him and onto the floor of the beach pavilion, his swelling cock already pressing painfully against his tight pants.
Then he slid his hand up under her skirt and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh, and Shanti giggled, no longer trying to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust under the narrow crotch band of her panties, he slowly spread apart the soft, hair-lined lips of her wetly glistening pussy. Shanti lay back holding her breath, offering no more than token resistance to his hands coursing over her voluptuous body.
The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the bud of her clit rippled through her now jellylike muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly throbbing tits, and her thighs relaxed and parted loosely as she rolled toward her lover with a low surrendering moan. Her hand moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped his heavily throbbing cock.
Then her fingers, of their own volition, pushed his shorts aside and brought the huge shaft out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it. "Oooooohhh, that's it, Shanti," Mike grunted.
He undid his belt and top trouser button, and allowed her to slide his pants down, and then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the pavilion floor.
She stroked and caressed his hotly throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the pulsing head, then she slid her hand down his long shaft to its base and then below to reverently cup and squeeze his cum-filled balls, holding them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at his prick with tiny, nipping pressures.
Her hips ground of their own volition down against the pavilion floor and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from between her teeth.
Then, suddenly, a picture of herself moaning under the manipulations of her beloved Mike crashed into her thoughts, and she paused, disconcerted by this vision. "Oh, sweetheart . . . it's good!" Mike moaned.
Shanti resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock and she was pleased that finally she could make herself and Mike happy in this manner. She asked herself wildly how she could be so sexually aroused in so short a time. It must be because she had waited so long for this.
She tried to sort out her confusion, but then her thoughts were drawn irresistibly back to the feel of Mike's huge, jerking cock, swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated gaze.
She couldn't believe it, and yet it was true. She couldn't keep from touching his incredibly massive shaft and thrilling to the knowledge that soon it would be fucking into her cunt. What's happening to me, she thought suddenly. I should not be doing this. But I can't stop myself . . . I want to touch his cock! Even now! I have to touch it . . . ooooooh, God! I have to! Mike lay on his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken her.
