Mystic India

Chapter 1


Every sensual muscle in her sleek body in motion, Katt MacNeil swung
out of the Cessna and padded across the sand in the blazing noonday
heat.

The tall, leggy blonde was used to ignoring the scorching desert sun a
well as the admiring stares from a few local males. There were not many
fair-haired women to be found among the sand dunes in the Indian
Desert.

Eyes alert for her husband's tall, lean form, Katt strode to the
fingerprint-smudged door, and went in out of the sun. But it was even
hotter inside and smelled stale and rancid.

With relief she saw a trail of dust in the distance. A few seconds
later, Sandor, her husband's driver, stopped the jeep in a cloud of
dust and bounded out.

Feeling an incredible letdown because her husband hadn't met her, Katt
shoved the door open and went out.

Loading her bags in the back of the jeep, Sandor looked up and saw her.
His grin was broad and welcoming in his dark face.

At least somebody was glad to see her, she thought irritably.

The handsome native bowed respectfully at the waist.

"Hello, Sandor. It's good to be back." He straightened.

Even though he understood very few words in English, Katt didn't know
what made her say it. "I see you have a big hard-on for me again. I
wish my husband did. In that case he would be here instead of you."

His head bobbed. "Yes, mem-sahib!"

No matter what she said to him, Sandor would still answer her with,
"Yes, mem-sahib," or "No, mem-sahib," depending on her tone of voice
and her facial expressions. He was so willing. If he wasn't at Ted's
beck and call all the time, she would teach him enough English so they
could communicate easier.

There were no doors on the jeep. She got in and they roared away. Katt
sighed again as dust flew out behind them. Not until she returned to
civilization again would she bother with glamorous hairstyles. It would
have been nice if Ted could have seen her before her hair got caked
with dust.

Why hadn't he met her? Ted was far too intent on this project. He lived
and breathed it. Trouble had been brewing in their marriage because of
it. Sure, they worked on the same project, but they never spoke
intimately, or had any time alone even for breakfast. The noon meal was
always alfresco, taken separately, because Ted was never willing to
break for lunch when she did. And dinner she ate alone because he never
came home until she was in bed fast asleep.

Even though the Western monsoons would be starting in a month, and
there would be blowing sands, Ted had promised her they would spend
more time together when she returned from her sister's wedding in the
States. He was not showing good faith in that promise. Not good faith
at all. Damn him! Other men panted after her. Why did she have to marry
Ted?

For no known reason, she'd fallen for Ted, her university professor, a
man older, wiser, more experienced. When Ted was offered another grant
to head an archaeological dig in Jakhanur, he had proposed. Katt had
married him and came along, full of big ideas about working side by
side on the prehistoric dig.

The lure of unearthing a Dravidian civilization in the desert that
would boggle scientific minds must have played a part in her decision.
Perhaps it was the idea of being swept off to parts unknown by her
lover? She was--had been--a diehard romantic. Not anymore. After two
years of grim reality, Katt could not recall, with any clarity, exactly
how she had felt about Ted in those days, or even why she had married
him.

This past month in New Hampshire, she had relieved her sexual tensions-
-discreetly. Her eyes homed in on Sandor's big prick, so deliciously
outlined by the thin cotton shorts.

Sandor, as all the local labourers, was loyal to Ted. But he had a
hard-on for her. Could she trust him to keep his mouth shut? It was a
question she had asked herself many times before. She needed a lover
here. All those nights alone... What would happen if Sandor spoke of it
and Ted did in some way find out?

Ted might divorce her... One thing for sure, it would certainly get his
attention.

For traveling, Katt had worn white heels, a slender, pale mauve skirt
and white silk blouse. Now, she wondered if she had been crazy. No
matter what time of year, the temperature in the Thar were high. To
allow the wind to dry, if not cool the sweat, she worked the skirt up
around her thighs until the tops of her silk hose came into view. Out
of the corner of her eye, she could see Sandor looking at her legs.

Her sexual encounters of the last month had reawakened her appetites,
rekindled her needs. One more blissful time before she reached camp?
Daring, Katt kicked off her shoes and twisted in the seat, putting her
left foot on Sandor's muscular leg, which served to part her silk-
encased legs and expose her panty-covered crotch.

Sandor's eyes were ready to bounce out of his head. She grinned at him,
but he didn't notice. His attention was torn between her crotch and
keeping the jeep in the dirt road.

Through her panties, Katt massaged her pussy with one long finger until
it was good and wet. She watched Sandor watch her play with herself,
which she found highly arousing. Her clit grew stiffer and stiffer as
she eyed his boner. Now she wondered if the fool was ever going to stop
the jeep, pull over and make love to her.

She was being so nasty, tempting her husband's driver like this. Katt
began to moan, and work her hips. She stared hungrily at the huge
swelling between Sandor's legs. Spreading her knees wider apart, Katt
pulled her panty crotch aside, so he could see her finger herself.

Sandor's breath whistled past that even row of perfect white teeth.
Although he slowed down, the man kept driving.

Here Katt was, laid out in front of him, all wet and ready and the
aggravating stud with the big dick didn't jump her. Indians were
surprisingly loyal. Did Sandor's loyalty to Ted run to such lengths?

His eyes flashed back and forth between her pussy and the road. She
slid a finger deep into her pussy and plunged it in and out, making
squishy sounds in her wetness. Katt masturbated her clit with her other
hand. She was getting desperate.

"Stop the jeep! Pull over. Take your cock out and fuck me!"

Sandor grinned and bobbed his head up and down. "Yes, mem-sahib!"

At least he caught part of it, she thought as she watched him unzip his
shorts. Out sprang his dick. He drove on with the enormous, turgid cock
sticking bolt upright, throbbing wickedly. Man juice leaked from the
mulberry-coloured knob and ran down the thick stalk.

"This is my last chance for a fuck before we reach camp. Pull the
stupid jeep over and screw me, you fool!" she cried out, feeling
totally horny. Katt waved her hand, indicating by gesture what she
wanted him to do.

Sandor grinned. "Yes, mem-sahib!" This time, he whipped the jeep off
the beaten track, but there was no cover, no outcroppings of thin scrub
of any sort.

Katt looked around at the rolling sand hills. What the hell, there was
no one about. Most likely there would be no one else through here for
hours. She took her clothes off and placed them neatly in back. Then,
she scooted her butt to the edge of the seat and pointed from his mouth
to her snatch.

"Yes, mem-sahib!" Sandor stuck his head between her thighs and she felt
his hot breath on her cunt just before his tongue hit her clit. He slid
his hand under her buttocks and lifted her up, jamming her sopping cunt
against his darkly handsome face. Avidly, he sucked her pussy.

Sandor was a thrilling cunt-sucker. His educated tongue darted swiftly
and deftly into her hole, thrusting like a mini-cock. It teased her
clit until she was ready to scream. The erotic sucking sound he made as
he ate her pussy turned her on even more. He opened his jaws wide and
gently licked at her mound. He made long, adoring laps up and down her
pussy from clit to anus. He chewed and nibbled her pussy like Katt had
never experienced before.

"Eat my cum," she cried, and squirted steaming cream into his slurping
mouth. Katt was so flaked out that she clutched his wiry hair,
scissored her thighs around his ears, squeezed hard, and wildly pumped
her load into his mouth. How far her shrieks carried in the quiet
landscape did not concern her.

Sandor pulled her thighs away from his ears and came up gasping for
air. His dark eyes, lust-fogged, were hopeful as he pointed from his
dick to her pussy.

"Yes! Fuck me!" Katt moaned, reaching toward his great stalk to draw it
to her soppy hole. But Sandor was moving away. Damn!

With long strides, he came around the vehicle to her side and turned
her around in the seat. He said something that she thought meant up.
Offering her a hand out, he drew her out of the jeep. Pointing to the
uneven, sandy ground, he shook his head. Pointing to the hood of the
jeep, he shook his head.

Katt understood that he was telling her the sand was unsafe because of
poisonous insects and snakes, and that the hood of the jeep was
scalding hot.

Sandor pointed to her, then bent forward until his head nearly touched
the ground. He straightened, waiting expectantly.

Katt laughed as she got his message. He wanted her to bend over and
would fuck her standing up. Eager to have him take her any way at all,
she turned her back to him and bent over.

No more foreplay. Sandor took his colossal tool in his hand and aimed
it at her fuck hole. With unbridled passion, the stud entered her,
swift and sure of himself. Dark hands locked on each of her creamy
hips, Sandor held her tight. Then he began to fuck her heat-sizzling
pussy with far-reaching master strokes.

Filled with a wild, uncontrollable lust, Katt spread her thighs wide to
allow his talented passion pole to insinuate itself as deep inside her
as possible. She felt like one voracious cunt. It was the biggest cock
she had ever been stuffed with. She gave a cry of ecstasy as he plowed
her more urgently.

From behind, Sandor watched her labia, swollen so invitingly, swallow
his dick time and again. Her beautiful ass was churning and that
incredible gash was rotating on his impaling shaft. She was making him
moan with anguish and joy. He could still taste her pussy on his lips.
She squirmed more fiercely on his cock and cried out. He felt a rush of
warm juice flood his prick.

In a dizzy fury, Sandor fucked her and spurted his seed inside her
boiling, sucking cunt.

His spitting shaft rapidly unloaded its substantial contents, but it
did not lose its virility. The sights of her upturned hind end was
enough to keep his red-blooded erection throbbing strongly.

Katt straightened up; the motion pulled his still-hard prick out of her
cunt. She turned to face Sandor, and with a smile, wiped her finger
through her cunt. She pointed to him.

"You cum." Katt pointed to her cunt. "In me."

Sandor grinned. "Yes, mem-sahib! You cum in me."

Katt smiled. "Close enough. Can I call on you whenever I need a good
fuck?"

His teeth flashed in his tan face as he gave her the closest thing
she'd ever seen to a roguish grin. "Yes, mem-sahib!"

Sandor stopped at the hut that she and Ted called home. Knowing full
well her husband was at the dig, Katt changed her clothes and rode out
with Sandor. Her husband did not look up when the jeep pulled up in a
cloud of dust. He did not even rise when she walked over to him and
said. "Darling, I'm home," in a carefully light tone of voice.

Ted MacNeil did fritter away a few minutes to smile and ask a few
pointed questions.

"How was the trip?"

"Enjoyable." Katt had learned from experience to keep her replies short
and precise.

"The wedding?"

"Hectic."

"Your folks?"

"They send their--regards." She could not say they send their love.
They didn't. Neither of them had forgiven her for 'throwing herself
away' on a man twice her age.

"Good, good. We have found evidence of human life." His face took on a
sort of glow. "Facial bones ... a vessel ... I'm close here. Today,
tomorrow..." His mind, as always, began to leave her. "We'll talk more
later." He began to scratch around in the earth again.

Katt had expected no more, yet she felt hurt, ridiculously disappointed
and unreasonably angry. She wanted to grab Ted by the collar and scream
at him that he couldn't treat her this way.

But she knew he would look at her with half-seeing eyes and mutter.
"What way?" He hadn't the foggiest idea of her misery, damn him. Why
couldn't he understand her?

He understood this country, its soil, its history, its language--past
and present. He knew its people and its politics. He knew everything,
geology, chemistry, photography. Yet, Ted MacNeil did not know the
first thing about his wife. Period.

Katt plodded wearily across the sand to the tent to inspect the new
finds that he had made while she was gone. Her own archaeological mind
wondered if he had used the C14 radiocarbon test to date the artifacts-
-if he had chemically treated them to preserve them in a different
climate?

There were two pieces of bone in the glass case; both were tagged.
Putting her hands on the edge of rough board, Katt bent over to
decipher her husband's scrawled handwriting.

"How could someone with a bottom as pretty as yours be interested in
ancient artifacts?"

The tone was deep and lazy and Katt's first reaction was to whirl and
face the male intrusion. And it was male. No woman alive could mimic
such bedrock bass. Besides, she was the only woman at the dig sight.

Katt pushed herself to a standing position. Then, with a deliberately
casual movement, she turned to face him.

The first impression she received was of an American male whose stance
and tight-fitting jeans emphasized the force of his thighs and the
slimness of his hips.

"Well, well, well," he said with frank admiration, his dark, insolent
eyes sharp and assessing.

In a matter of a second, Katt took him in. A thick crop of dark, wavy
hair tumbled carelessly across his forehead. His wind and sunbaked face
held the shadow of a beard, which gave him an even more manly aura.
Massive shoulders filled the tee shirt he wore to bursting. His arms
were muscled and his hands long-fingered and strong. Her eyes lingered
at his crotch, acutely conscious of the tempting, magnificent bulk
cupped by the denim. His long, quarterback legs moved toward her, and
her eyes flew back up to his face.

"If Ted would have told me he had a beautiful assistant arriving today,
I would have rolled out the welcome mat." He stopped and extended his
hand. "Hunter Beal."

Katt shook his hand, trying to conceal the effect his electric touch
was having on her. "Katt."

On hearing her name, he grinned, with more than a spark of eroticism.
And even though it sent her pulse racing, she deliberately, omitted her
last name. Something perverse in her wanted to give the devil all the
rope he needed to hang himself. It would be funny to see his reaction
when he discovered that she was not an assistant to Ted, but his wife.

"Cat ... short for Catherine?"

"No. Just Katt." She spelled it out for him.

"Unusual, interesting but still just as suggestive."

"Oh? How is that?"

"It suggests that you might purr."

"I do if I'm petted right," she retorted, feeling her insides turn to
mush as he took another step forward, bringing his bulging crotch
within flaming distance of her own crotch.

"How do you like to be petted, Katt? What makes you purr?" He pressed
forward slightly, his firm cock a whisper graze against her. Light as
it was, his touch was like an act of possession.

Hunter gently stroked the backs of two fingers from the base of her
chin up her left cheek. Her gaze met his and her heart turned over. Her
core seemed to turn liquid and drip down her thighs. The flesh there
began to throb.

"This is insane." Katt thought, and sidestepped, avoiding him without
retreating altogether. His body beckoned to her irresistibly. In her
own best interest, she stood rigidly erect, and remembered her resolve
to behave herself once in camp.

She glanced around. "This is hardly a place to make anything, even a
cat purr, Mr. Hunter."

"Beal is my surname. Just call me Hunter."

"Well, Mr. Hunter Beal. Out here all cats are predatory. They're quite
wild you know."

"Not all. You are the one exception. You, I will make purr," he replied
with a devastating grin.

"Surely, you have another, more significant reason for being here?
Surely you aren't an archaeologist," she said a little testily, and in
a defensive gesture, folded her arms across her chest.

His soft, intimate laugh sent titillating shivers down her spine. "Why
are you afraid of me?"

She was afraid of what he could do to her. One touch, one kiss and she
would forget that she was Ted's wife, which would cause untold pain and
scandal. Manner crisp, she scoffed, "Hardly that! I can call Sandor any
time and have you thrown out of camp."

"Professor MacNeil would not look kindly on an assistant who ruffles
the feathers of his major backer."

"Professor MacNeil's grant is from the university."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!"

He shook his shaggy head. "The professor had a small grant from the
university, which he used up months ago. He's running on my time now."

Frowning, Katt gazed at him and sensed he was telling the truth. But
why hadn't Ted told her? No wonder he had been putting in such long
hours. He had been trying to unearth something which would merit
further financial support--from Hunter Beal, who seemed to be standing
far too close to her. It struck her that this man she had been verbally
fencing with was, in effect, her husband's boss--and therefore hers as
well.

Oh, hell, and she had talked to him so... When he found out who she
really was ... Damn! What a mess and she'd been in camp less than an
hour.

"Well, Mr. Beal, since you are paying the bills, I'd best get to work."
She turned to the table and picked up the skullbone of some Dravidian
tribesman with shaky fingers.

"Show me what you have there," he said coming up behind her, arms
around her, hands braced on the table edge. He leaned over her,
pressing the devastating length of his body against her back.

Katt choked back a cry, half-alarmed, half-electrified, as his hard
male cock pressed between her buttocks in a perfect fit. She fought to
restrain her involuntary reaction to press back against him. A war of
emotions raged in her.

Katt was so disconcerted, cross at him for putting her in this position
with her husband working close at hand. But then he didn't know Ted was
her husband. Her mind was a crazy mixture of hope and fear. She
breathed in shallow, quick gasps.

It was necessary to rebuff his advances, even though she wanted to melt
against him as he nibbled her ear-lobe.

"Get away!" Her voice cracked, wavered. "My husband will see you!"

He withdrew his arms slowly, but his hands tightened on her arms,
bringing her around to face him. He tucked a wayward strand of blonde
hair behind her ear before letting her go.

Katt flattened her sweaty palms against her thighs.

There was a glint of the devil in Hunter's eyes. "Which Indian is your
husband?"

This hadn't turned out at all like she expected. Katt managed a
tremulous smile, but there was no satisfaction in telling him who her
husband was. None at all.

"My name is Katt MacNeil."

He shot her a twisted smile. "The professor's daughter?"

She couldn't tell if he was serious or being sarcastic.

"Ted is my husband."

His surprised reaction, as her words registered, was too natural to be
faked. Hunter Beal was taken aback.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you right off."

He seemed to give himself a mental shake. "Serves me right. Jumping to
conclusions does not always make for happy landings, especially in this
case."

Relief flooded her. He was being a good sport about it!

Hunter made a slight gesture with his right hand. "To put it simply, I
found you too attractive, too fresh and sexy and alive to be Ted's
wife. My feelings on that haven't changed. Ted is a devoted man--to his
work."

Her thoughts shot in three or four fantastic directions at once. He was
telling her what the score was. He wanted to carry on an affair right
beneath her husband's nose! What a dreadful, irresistible idea! There
was every possibility that Ted would find out.

But if she refused ... her mind reflected on the past two years of
long, horny nights she'd spent alone. Those nights could be spent in
the arms of this man, making love. How long could she get--sleeping
with Ted's backer? No matter what she did or said, it was either a halo
or a noose.

"I'll have my cook prepare a special 'welcome home' dinner in your
honour tonight. I'll call for you and Ted at seven." Hunter turned and
abruptly left the tent.

"He knows as well as I do that Ted will never leave the dig for any
dinner, in my honour or not," she muttered and wondered what she should
do. There were four heads on her shoulders, each screaming a different
answer.

One thought played over and over in her mind. Hunter would be a
devastating lover.

Later, Katt strolled across the sand to tell Ted that his benefactor
expected them to dine with him that evening.

"You met Beal, then? Good man. Can't leave tonight. You go, Katt. Give
my regrets to Beal. He'll understand."

It was no more than Katt had expected. She reminded her husband that it
was not good form to ignore a dinner invitation from Hunter Beal. Even
as much as Ted cared about finances, he remained adamant.

"Keep him happy for me, Katt. You can do it."

What was Ted saying? Did he expect her to sleep with Beal? Surely he
had not meant it as she had taken it. How could her husband not realize
that Hunter Beal was a handsome, virile man and that she was a love-
starved woman? In disgust, Katt had Sandor drive her back to their hut.

She washed her hair, bathed and perfumed her body automatically,
refusing to let herself think.

The harsh, bright sky had gone twilight purple by the time Hunter
arrived. He had taken a cottage on the edge of Jakhanur, less than half
an hour's drive from camp. It was as primitive as theirs. Cramped but
cozy. The sitting room, bright with lamplight, was neat and tidy. One
corner had been reserved for a desk and bookshelves. Through the
doorway, Katt could see a small, square table covered by a spotless
white cloth and set with two places. An Indian servant moved in and out
of her line of vision.

Hunter had been so sure that Ted wouldn't come that he hadn't even
bothered having a place set for him at table.

"How long are you going to be staying in India?" she asked casually.

"Long enough."

Hunter's eyes were half shut as he watched her from beneath long, sooty
lashes.

With a wide-eyed curious look, she asked, "For what?"

"For you," he answered quietly and advanced until she was pressed
against the wall. Hunter did not touch her with his hands. The pressure
of his body was enough to compel her to respond.

"I'm not a one-night stand." Long, lonely nights loomed menacingly
before her. His vigorous, hard cock felt so immense and exciting
pressing against her stomach.

"Did I say you were?"

"You implied..."

"No such thing. Tell me, isn't spending one night in rapture worth more
than three dozen in tortuous need?"

Her mind and every fibre of her being screamed, "Yes!" But Katt
remained silent. Giving herself to Sandor had been different. The
Indian was unassuming, safe. This man posed a threat ... to her sanity.

"I..." Katt got no further before his hungry mouth came down to smother
any denial she was about to make. His kiss sent the juices in her
snatch swirling. The involuntary jolt of her bush against his leg gave
her away.

Hunter's hand swept under her skirt and up her inner thigh in urgent
exploration. He nudged her legs apart.

Katt felt his big, muscular shaft massage her passion-knotted belly. It
was going to happen. Oh, God, he was going to make love to her and she
was shaking like a virgin! This man could get too deep beneath her
skin. He had already. She had to think of him as just another good lay.
That was it ... just another good lay!

Hunter worked his finger beneath the legband of her panties and found
his target. Her snatch was wet with desire. Good. It would get wetter.
He had no intention of making love to her just yet. For some reason, he
wanted to drive her mad with desire for him before he let her have it.
Something perverse in his nature surfaced. He wanted to bring her to
her sexy knees, to strip her of all pretense. She was in heat; an
erotic, sexual woman, and he wanted her to prove it to him.

Hunter teased her clit, which was already erect and throbbing. His
other hand drew hers down to his heavy crotch.

"Uuurgh." The sound came from deep down as Katt gripped Hunter's huge,
hard cock as best she could through the white trousers that fit him
like a second skin. It pulsed and jerked beneath her touch.

Without warning, Hunter stopped kissing her and pulled his hand from
beneath her skirt. It was with a shock that Katt realized his servant
was standing beside them, softly speaking to Hunter. He had seen what
they were doing!

Hunter calmly replied, stepped back, releasing Katt from her trapped
position against the wall.

Afraid to move, afraid her knees wouldn't support her, Katt remained
where she was, her cheeks colouring beneath the servant's passive
regard.

"Hazun will serve us now," Hunter said, offering her his hand.

For Katt, dinner was a blur of unreality. Hunter's overwhelming
presence shoved everything else far into the recesses of her mind. For
all she knew, she could have eaten lizard or snake and never known the
difference.

"I want to pull your panties off with my teeth and lick your pussy," he
said as Hazun served them. His hand slid up her skirt to her cunt.

Blushing and squirming, Katt shot an embarrassed glance at Hazun. "D-d-
does he speak English?"

"Yes."

Her colour deepened.

"Don't by shy. Hazun is a man of the world. He admires passionate
women, don't you, Hazun?"

Hazun's head bobbed and he grinned. "Yeeezz, Sahib."

"You are not being very discreet," she reminded him, thinking of Ted.

"Hazun and I have no secrets--from each other," he returned pointedly.
"As for telling our secrets to others--you can rely on us both,
completely."

"God, I hope so," she said with feeling. "Ted would never understand
any of this!"



Chapter 2


"That is unfortunate--for you. For me, it is most advantageous."

Hazun's prick had risen to an amazing stand as he looked at the mem-
sahib with the golden hair. Knowing that the sahib's hand was playing
between her secret places made Hazun want to bend beneath the table and
sneak a peek. Only Hazun knew he would immediately be suspect if he
should attempt such a thing.

Katt's overwhelming desire, for the masculine Hunter, altered her
normal behaviour. It altered her codes or morals and principles. She
forgot all personal, business, professional and social ethics. Even her
sense of right and wrong took a nasty turn.

Hunter insinuated a finger into Katt's sopping wet slit, then twisted
it around inside. Looking into her eyes, he lazily watching her as he
made her squirm.

Flushed, Katt knew he was intentionally working her into a stew, yet
she couldn't stop her body from responding passionately, even with the
Indian servant looking on. Her eyes closed and her pelvis began to
thrust rhythmically as Hunter's finger probed her depths deliciously,
then came out to frig her clit. Katt stirred faster, her heart in a
flutter. My God! Was he going to get her off right here at the table
with Hazun looking on? She couldn't stop. Couldn't...

As Hunter's desire-inspiring fingers moved faster on her love bud, Katt
became more agitated. Harsh, breathy moans of desire welled up in her
throat and seemed to fill the small room.

Without warning, Hunter pulled his hand away. Katt's eyes flew open in
disbelief. She was aquiver. He was sitting there grinning at her,
smelling his finger.

Crashing back to earth, Katt felt a sense of the ridiculous, felt
foreign to herself. She seemed to be another person, another woman
behaving wantonly.

The sweet-musk odour of her hot sex rose in Hunter's nostrils, making
his prick jerk. How long could he keep teasing her without driving
himself crazy in the process?

From the dark corner of the room, the silent Hazun discreetly watched.
He wished she was a member of the cult so he could gouge his finger
into her rich pussy and smell it. He imagined that she would smell
spicy as sandalwood. It must be real wet by now. His cock throbbed.
Would her hair down there be pale yellow? He wondered.

Any minute now, the sahib would take the golden woman to his bed, and
he, Hazun, would be forced to listen to the sounds of lovemaking. He
would have to relieve his balls of their burden while listening to the
sucking sounds and grunts as the sahib screwed her. Perhaps if he was
careful, very much careful, he could sneak a peek through the crack in
the door and see if her pubic flax was indeed golden.

Hunter put a hand on Katt's breast and kneaded the flesh.

"Don't!" she gaped, fully aware now that he was deliberately teasing
her.

Paying no attention, Hunter tweaked her erect nipples until Katt moaned
softly.

Hot himself, Hunter scrunched the silky blouse up over Katt's tits and
tugged her white, lacy bra down. Her large breasts burst free in all
their splendour. His tongue flicked and caressed Katt's fevered nipples
with no thought of his servant's presence. His skillful teeth nibbled
at the excited nubs.

With a strangled sob, Katt twined her fingers in Hunter's hair. Her
other hand slid over his cock and began to stroke it.

"Lick my nipples! Suck them!" she cried, pressing his head closer.

Cupping her mound between his hands, Hunter clamped his lips over the
hard nipples and ravenously sucked.

"Yes, oh, Yes!" Katt became wildly excited, watching and feeling Hunter
suck her nipples. Over his head, she was shocked to find that Hazun was
watching too. Even though she was surprised, Katt did not object. Eyes
half-closed, she thrilled beneath Hazun's carefully guarded gaze. As
hard as he was trying to appear aloof, Katt saw that his prick was
erect and poking out the material of his pants. It looked big. Dazedly,
Katt wondered if all Indians had big peckers.

Removing his mouth from her tit, Hunter said, "Come with me. You have
something between your legs that I want to suck too. And if we don't
adjourn to the bedroom, Hazun will ejaculate in his pants."

With a sense of the preordained, Katt let the alluring man lead her to
the bedroom and in no time at all, they were both undressed.

Enthralled, Katt sat on the edge of the bed and watched Hunter move
toward her. His cock was a shaft the like of which she had never seen,
or even imagined. It was a thick mass of branching blue veins about ten
inches in length. The big, sizzling penis looked enormous enough to
enter her cunt and exit her mouth. She was torn between a wild urge to
grab her clothes and run, and to beg him to fuck her with the throbbing
monster.

His balls hung heavy and thick and were lightly furred. Hunter's strong
hand shamelessly stroked his heated majestic girth. His eyes honed in
on her vee. "Spread your legs, I've waited hours to see your pussy."

Wanting his mouth on her tush, Katt enthusiastically lay back on the
bed and did as he told her.

"Luscious ... inviting. I want to drive my tongue into your cunt!"
Hunter gripped her thighs and shoved his face between them. He was
determined to make her climax in his mouth. Excitedly horny, he thrust
his tongue in and out of her slit.

Katt jerked and cried out with the thrill of it. How she loved
cunnilingus! Once, right after they were married, Ted had gone down on
her. It had been the most thrilling thing in the world. She had cum
twice before he had stopped eating her.

How much more experienced Hunter's dancing tongue was. Or perhaps it
seemed so because he loved what he was doing. His tongue held magic as
it flitted here and there and he sucked her juices, making her quiver
all over. Her emotions fishtailed and spiraled.

Katt thrust her hips up and down and felt her climax build rapidly
toward a peak. "Eat it! Suck it! Oh, God, yesss!" Katt hissed as his
entire mouth came over her mound.

This lusty creature was boiling his nuts in oil! Surprising himself,
Hunter knew he had never wanted a woman like this before. What the hell
was going on? He had all the women he wanted. Yet there was a
difference with this one. What?

He stuck his tongue in her hole and tongue fucked her. His cock had
never been harder. His balls had never been fuller. He wouldn't be able
to tease her much longer, or he'd be ejaculating in his pants like
Hazun.

When Hunter's tongue delved deep inside her tush, Katt's bottom bounced
on the bed like a basketball on the court. And to think that only hours
ago, she had seduced Sandor, believing that that fuck would be her last
for a good long while, perhaps a year--or two.

"Suck my pussy good! I'm going to cum in your mouth, darling!"

Hunter went wild, eating her ravenously. When she spilled in his mouth,
he gulped it thirstily and then quickly moved up over her. He had to
fuck her!

"Glorious cunt! Got to fuck it before my nuts explode, you horny tart!"

Katt felt as if she could not stand more ecstasy, or she would burst
wide open. When she felt his cockhead press against her hole, she
automatically strained for more.

"Screw you, baby!" Hunter growled. He thrust his big weapon forward.
Even though her pussy was swampy as hell, and she was begging for it,
her tightness stopped him from going all the way with one plunge.

Katt gasped in shock. Not since she had been a virgin had a man had
such trouble getting his cock in her. She wanted Hunter to hurry. She
was frantic, her flesh white-hot. She rotated her hips and thrust
upward, helping him to get it in her cunt as quickly as possible.

It took five or six thrusts before the entire ten inches was buried
inside her. Katt could hardly believe how hard and thick and long his
cock was. It filled her so rapturously full. The bulk of it was causing
incredible rapture. It was as if her entire core was throbbingly
cumming on his pulsating cock. Yet she was not having an orgasm. My
God, what would it be like when she did? She would lose her mind.

Half-sobbing, Katt's cries became wilder as Hunter began to fuck her
with the huge rod. His furry balls swung to and fro, making dull
slapping sounds against her ass.

She shook all over with ecstasy and forcefully thrust herself up at
him.

Her pussy was so tight! Supporting most of his weight on his arms,
Hunter fucked her slow and steady, trying to hold back his climax. She
was a frustrated woman, and he could not allow himself to lose it
before she did.

Moans growing louder, Katt began to pound her cunt onto Hunter's randy
stalk. She put her hands over her breasts and kneaded them, something
she had never done to herself before while making love. Mindless
ecstasy made her toss her head from side to side and cry out.

Accelerating and strengthening his strokes, Hunter gazed down at the
vamp beneath him with gutter lust in his eyes. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" he
began to chant, realizing his own time was perilously short. With a
forceful hip thrust, Hunter drove all ten inches of his spear deep into
her tight hole. He groaned as his spitting shaft foamed at the mouth.
Orgiastic, it jerked and raged as it cast out gushes of hot cream.

At the same instant that Hunter's milky load blasted the insides of her
belly, Katt's pussy erupted.

At every gush of fluid hitting her cervix, Katt shrieked with bliss.
The contractions were acute as they ripped through her, twisting and
jerking her body. She had suspected that making love to Hunter Beal
would be astounding, but this far surpassed that. It was a totally
uncontrolled, mind-boggling climax.

Hunter's prick did not lose its virility. When he withdrew it, her
tight pussy clung, not wanting to relinquish it.

Katt let her arms fall away from his back. Laying limply on the bed,
seeing him through a fog, Katt tried to think of something to say.
Nothing, however, came to mind.

"I can't remember when I've ever been so hot for a woman." Hunter
grinned at her. "Not regretting it, are you?"

Seeing that he still had a seething hard-on, she shook her head. "I
felt the same way. I would only regret it if Ted would find out. It
would hurt him deeply."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you sure? He seems more interested in his work
than his wife."

"No ... I'm not sure. Though I believe that Ted would feel betrayed. He
may not have as strong a need for sex, not like me anyway, but he does
have a need to know that I am there, in the wings--supporting him,
waiting for him."

"Sounds like a lousy way to maintain a marriage to me."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Have you ever been?"

"No."

"I thought playboys seduced virgins, not other men's wives," Katt said
saucily, eyeing Hunter curiously.

"I wouldn't know. I'm not a playboy. I'm a hard-headed businessman.
I've no time for globe-hopping and wining and dining a different female
every night."

"You could have fooled me," Katt replied, running a finger over his
roughly stubbled cheek.

"You are worth the trouble, and the time to wine and dine," Hunter
said, his eyes twinkling and his rod twitching against her belly.

"You are so outlandishly brazen," Katt said, for lack of a better word.

"You made me brazen. You're an irresistible witch. From the moment I
saw you stroll into that tent, I wanted to screw you. I want to screw
you now. You look so sedate, so regally cool, yet I knew you would be a
fabulous fuck. You are even more passionate, more stimulating than I'd
hoped."

Katt's fiery pussy seared Hunter's cock head as he raised her leg and
it slid into her. He audibly caught his breath. He clasped her tight
and kissed her hungrily, demandingly. His hands moved up and down her
back and then slid lower over her shapely buttocks.

Katt thrust herself back and forth on Hunter's prick, her buttocks
clasping and relaxing rapidly. Her strength and stamina had returned.

Katt's heart lurched, and she felt absolutely carnal, when Hunter's
fingers slid into her crack and rubbed up and down. Hot desire flamed
through every fibre of her being. She moaned and began to pant.

Hunter started hammering into her cunt with urgency, his rod steelier
and bigger than ever before.

Hazun lurked behind the door jam staring at the golden beauty's butt,
which his sahib was unwittingly holding open for his pleasure. He beat
his meat, suppressing his need to groan and make other unwise sounds of
pleasure. His lust-filled eyes never left her thrashing bottom, hoping
to catch a glimpse of her golden snatch.

He had been too cautious to peer in earlier. But as his vicious fluids
stirred, and his dick grew more and more dense, he had been driven to
less judicious behaviour. The sahib would be very angry if he was
discovered.

Hunter groaned as Katt's pussy squeezed down on his cock. Her cries of,
"I'm cumming!" drove him wild. He jackhammered into her cunt, shooting
off his boiling nuts in flaming spurts.

On the spot, Hazun splashed the floor, frantically jerking his dick and
trying to make no sound.

Katt felt Hunter pull out of her and roll her onto her back. She opened
her eyes to the feel of a tongue devotedly licking her pussy. Katt
began to groan softly.

Behind the door, Hazun had quickly stuffed his member back into his fly
and was frantically mopping up his mess. He knew the sahib was busy
eating pussy, and he was anxious to see what it looked like. Yet he
must clean up the evidence of his excitement before he dared peek
again, just in case the sahib decided to come out of the bedroom. He
could hear every slurp that was made in the room, for the walls were
paper thin.

Katt raised her head and looked down between her legs at her muscular
lover. She could see the sinews in Hunter's broad shoulders and firm
back flex powerfully. Not only was Hunter powerful in a physical way,
he was damnably potent, and all too capable of turning her into a
nymphomaniac.

Behind the door, Hazun felt his cock stiffen erratically as he stared
at mem-sahib's golden-haired snatch. What he could see around the
sahib's mouth, it was all wet and pink and beautifully sexy. He wanted
to touch it, knew he never could. If only she would somehow become a
cult member... Hazun took his cock out of his pants and began to stroke
his second hard-on in isolation.

Something, or nothing, made Katt look up. She saw Hazun. Her mouth
dropped open. Lust was written all over his face, and from the movement
of his neck and shoulder, she could tell that he was jerking off. He
was spying on them!

"Hunter!"

Hazun's startled eyes flew wide with fear as they locked with hers. He
had been caught! He froze in stunned tableau. A spasm, more fright than
orgasm, shook him. He felt his balls hurl their load and his knees go
weak.

Blank, amazed, at the thrill she felt, Katt saw the white streaks of
sperm shoot with force from his cock. She recalled Hunter saying that
they had no secrets from each other. Did he allow Hazun to watch and
jerk off?

Hunter had paid no attention to her cry. In the very midst of wild,
intoxicating passion, Katt's attention sharply veered from the servant
as Hunter flipped her over like a sack of potatoes.

He ran his hands over her buttocks. From behind, he came up over her,
double-handed her hips and shoved his cock into her cunt.

Unable to see if Hazun had left his secret place, she felt a tingle of
something strange. What if he was still watching? He had seen her
letting Hunter lick and suck her pussy. He could be just as sneakily
watching her let Hunter fuck her in this naughty doggie position, for
her back was now to the doorway.

The deep, sudden penetration made her cry out with pleasure as she took
all of Hunter's meat to the hilt. In this position, his long, thick
cock probed her cunt incredibly deep.

At the moment of discovery, Hazun had been unable to move. And when he
realized that the mem-sahib was not going to turn his sahib on him,
Hazun lingered a moment longer, because his knees had turned to jelly.
Now, he was getting another hard-on as the sahib fucked that golden
delight full of cock again. Very full of cock. The sahib sure was hung!
Mem-sahib liked that big prick too, if her writhing ass was any
indication. His own nine-incher leapt upright with lust. Hazun hoped
she had liked his cock too. When she had watched him shoot, Hazun had
been transported to blood and thunder ecstasy.

Arising from her brain, shudders of raw passion began in Katt's head
and rampaged down her spine to her cunt, hitting every nerve in between
her pulsating twat as tongues of flame licked her entire being.
Firebrands shot out in every direction. Strong, involuntary spasms
caused her pussy to alternately grip and release Hunter's gorilla
prick.

"You are a fiery piece!" Hunter mumbled, and with extreme self-control,
managed to keep from cumming.

Making wild guttural sounds in her throat, Katt remained in raging
rapture, climaxing heatedly as Hunter teased a finger over her wet
clit. Katt was glowing red-hot, therefore his act made her even moreso
than it might otherwise have done.

There was a gnawing carnal need deep inside Hunter that made him want
to fuck her. There was every chance that she had taken it from behind
before, but he couldn't be certain. Although his dick was still in her
horny pussy plowing away, Hunter's mind had it buried deep in her
mouth, loving her.

With long, fast, strokes meant to keep her cumming, Hunter felt his
balls tighten as they did every time he got close to his orgasm. Well,
there was no stopping it. His raging rod spewed load after load of
buttermilk in her cunt.

Through envious eyes, Hazun watched his sahib fuck Katt, felt his cock
erupt again and pump a monstrous load of seed on the floor.

Hunter pulled his finger away from her cunt with a pop. She had not
voiced even a token protest, which pleased him and made him hopeful
that the beautiful woman would be willing to indulge in anything with
him. He pulled away from her and tumbled with her to the bed.

Delighted, Hunter held her and kissed her. "You are the sexiest female
I have ever known! I want you totally, completely--in every way."

"You have just had me," she murmured, her eyes shiny with satisfaction.
"If you take me again, I'll not be able to walk tomorrow. How will I
explain that to my husband?"

"He'll never notice. There are many ways to make love to a woman.
Tonight, you have only sampled the most common one."

"Three," she counted and snuggled her head against his shoulder.

"Ahh, you were counting," he chided, and gave her a playful pinch on
the rear.

Katt yelped.

"I want to make love to you all the ways there are, until we are both
ready to drop from exhaustion."

"I want that too, darling" she replied softly. "But it's my first night
home, and Ted just may keep his promise and come home earlier than
usual."

Hunter scowled. "He knows you're with me?"

"Yes. But it must be close to eleven o'clock and he would wonder..."

Hunter sighed. He had hoped to detain her for another fuck, dog style.
All he could think about was her fabulous wet cuntal opening and how
fuckably exciting he found it. He sat up and coaxed her over on her
belly.

"Just one kiss. Then, I'll drive you home."

A tremor of excitement raced down her spine at the slow, sensuous
movements of his lips over her buttocks.

A fever began to rage in Hunter's flesh. He raised Katt until her
enticing rear was in the air, her face pressed against the mattress.

Allowing him to position her however he wanted, Katt thought Hunter
only meant to continue kissing her buns. It was with a shock that she
felt Hunter spread her ass cheeks. And it was an ever greater shock
when she felt his tongue wipe across her wetness.

With a forward lurch, Katt cried out.

Hunter held her fast and reverently ran his tongue all around the tiny
puckered opening, tasting its musky flavour. His cock turned to stone.
His tongue darted over her thighs.

Discomposed, shocked, confused, Katt didn't know what to do. She had
forgotten Hazun until then. Good God, was he watching Hunter lick her
ass? Even in her abashed state, a stab of wanton arousal shot through
Katt.

"Don't!"

"Why not? Your rosebud is so beautiful. I just had to kiss it,
sweetheart," he said, making her believe for one crazy moment that it
was the most natural thing in the world for a man to kiss a woman's
asshole.

He kissed it again. "Now, doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes, but it's not nice," she said.

"I think everything about you is very nice."

In consternation, Katt tried to twist away as he stuck his nose against
her asshole and sniffed. But he had a hold of her hips. Hunter was
smelling her asshole! What was she to do? It was so filthy! She began
to move, grind her rump around and moan softly.

Suddenly, Hunter's hands spread her buttocks and his tongue went wild
at her love opening.

He didn't dare lick her pussy for long or he'd blast off. Looking at
her naked rear end, Hunter probed delicately into her clenching cunt
with one finger--tight.

Katt was incited to a new high of lust as Hunter ignited her mind with
the insertion of a slick fingertip. Hazun ... where was Hazun? Rippling
desire made her forget the peeping servant and squirm uncontrollably.

Wanting to hook her for one last sex act, Hunter kissed her hole and
gently pushed his finger deeper into her love nest and carefully
wriggled it around. When she gave a low moan of pleasure, he knew she
was his.

Being a lover of sex, Hunter knew what he was doing with this woman. He
loved fucking women. He'd rather fuck pussy anytime than eat. It was
more exciting to Hunter. That Katt was accepting it so readily elated
him.

The hitch and hike movements of her bottom started Katt's breasts
swinging and bouncing. Horrified, she heard herself moan lustily and
could not stop the rotation of her hips. Hunter was fucking her with
his finger, pulling it out fast and cramming it back into her. Wow! She
was behaving like a--a...

Unpredictably, the rapture-giving digit left her. Katt glanced back to
see why he'd quit playing in her cunt so suddenly.

Hunter grinned at her, stood up, and took his rock-hard cock in his
hand. "Have you had sex doggy style before?"

"Yes!" she gasped, heart beating her to death, her face a crimson
blush. Why was he asking her if she had done something like this - with
other men?

Trembling, she heard Hunter say, "You are going to have lots of sex
with me, sweetheart."

She knew she should adamantly refuse. But Katt wanted Hunter to do it
to her, so, she kept still. Nevertheless, she could not still her body.

Katt was shaking so hard that Hunter had doubts about proceeding. With
one hand, he held his throbbing cock in readiness, but did not move to
mount her.

"Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you," he assured Katt in a softly
spoken tone.

"I can't stop shaking. I want you to--do it to me."

"You're too uptight now," he said and guided his prick to her pussy
slit. When she got hot and forgot about being scared, he could take her
again. Then, she would not be so uptight about it.

Katt had an urge to tell him to go ahead, to impale her again and again
on his big member. But it was imbedded in her pussy now, and it felt
stupendous. To Katt, it seemed like his super-sized cock was actually
submerged in her throat. Exquisite sensations of the most lewd nature
bombarded her.

"I'm happy you want to fuck me--you know..."

"From behind? I did. I do. But you are not ready to take it all
darling." His finger moved between her legs to play a frantic tattoo on
her sensitive clit.

Katt began to hump back and forth. Soon, she was lurching forward and
plummeting back in wild abandon. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Hunter! Your
big cock makes me feel so good! Faster ... move, move faster ...
please!"

His cock jerked urgently in her clenching pussy. Damn! He had wanted
her just as soon as she mellowed out and was hot and ready for it. But
she had him so wild, so horny, he knew he'd never make it now. He would
go off before he got it out of her cunt and into her mouth. His left
hand remained at the top of her hotly aroused vee, twiddling her wet
clit. His other went up to her pitching tit, which he found her
clutching.

Seeking the other breast, Hunter pressed and squeezed the nipple,
manipulating it in his fingers, making her moan with desire.

Katt whimpered and trembled. Arousal swept through her. The long,
powerful strokes of his hard prick inside her cunt, while his fingers
frigged her stiff clit, caused intense pleasure like she would never
have believed.

"Darling, I wanted to cum in your beautiful mouth," Hunter gasped,
plowing into her. He had to be satisfied with looking at it. "Screw!
Fuck! Hump!"

His passionate commands sent ripples cavorting down her spinal column
and blood pounding even faster through her veins. At that instant, Katt
would have done anything Hunter asked of her.

Gripping her waist, Hunter whipped his cock in and out of her cunt at a
dizzying clip.

"Your beautiful ass! Shake it, baby! Bounce it back at me! Fuck your
brains out!" He slid his fingers into her slamming crack and found her
asshole, teasing her rectum with his finger.

"Want to fuck this lush body!" he moaned, driving his long shlong to
the hilt.

Feeling his fuck-dick burrow deep in her pussy, Katt cried out for
Hunter to fuck her--hard!

"Your mouth?" her big lover panted. "Too fucking late!"

Katt cried, "Yes! Yes! Fuck my face!" Wriggling her ass, Katt didn't
recognize herself. She couldn't believe how positively nasty, how
wonderfully lusty she felt. She couldn't wait for him to do that wild
thing to her.

While she was hot, Hunter thrust another finger at her clit so that she
was actually getting double pleasure. He was so fucking turned on, he
could barely control the urge to shoot his balls off. Her pussy was so
hot and tight...

The slurp-slurp sound of her wet pussy suctioning his cock incited Katt
even more. His finger at her clit made her feel so licentious.

"Next time, I'm going to screw your face, darling!"

Her cunt contracted deliciously. Rigorous jolts of orgasmic ecstasy
jerked Katt's body like she was having a fit. Turbulently climaxing,
madly insensate, she humped and ground her cunt harder and faster as
waves of passion spun her into outer space.

Plowing his exploding cock deep, Hunter came, gasping for breath and
clinging to Katt's hips until his balls were drained dry.



Chapter 3


The rough sand dug into Katt's knees as she painstakingly scraped away
grains from what appeared to be a large, man-made vessel. Its meaning
was clear. Dravidians had lived here. The bones had not been from some
unfortunate wanderer. The vessel gave credence to the fact that
sometime around the 3rd millennium, when the Dravidian's were invaded
by other Indo-European tribes, some of them had fled to the Thar
Desert. Here, they had lived primitively as compared to the near
splendour they had enjoyed in the Indus Valley. She felt a sadness at
their plight. How they must have suffered, before the elements finally
killed them, or drove them away. Nevertheless, this had been their
home.

Katt adjusted her position and let her mind wander as she worked.

She knew that Ted was aware that fellatio had been prevalent in India
in ancient times. He also was aware that currently, sodomy was the
favoured sex act. What would her husband say if he knew she had let
herself be initiated into wanton lust last night, by Hunter?

Hunter ... It was odd, this feeling she had about him. He had been a
good lover. Not a great lover as she had expected. Just good.

At lunch time, Katt was eating alone, as usual, when Sandor approached
her very respectfully. He bowed. She caught the whispered word,
'auparishtaka'. That was the word for mouthing a man's lingum, his
cock, wasn't it? Sandor wanted her to go down on him? Then, Katt caught
the word 'jaghana'. Sandor wanted to give her head!

Heart aflutter, Katt cast a sidelong look in her husband's direction.
He was out of sight, down in the trench.

Katt had her mouth open, ready to say no, but thought better of it. Why
not? Ted wouldn't even notice her absence. She motioned for Sandor to
follow her to the jeep and said, "Home."

It was a word that Sandor knew well, and when he heard it, he smiled
broadly. The jeep roared to life and they sped away in a cloud of dust.

Upon arriving at the hut, Katt sent her ayah--female servant--to the
communal well. Bhadra spoke broken English. But she understood
perfectly that mem-sahib wished to be alone with Sandor.

Taking his time, Sandor removed her shirt. He kissed Katt's earlobes
and neck. He licked her shoulders. The bra was cast aside. His kisses
covered her breasts and he nibbled deliciously on her taut nipples. His
hands rubbed the skin of her back as he gently continued to bite her
flesh.

Reading the Indian sex guide, Kama Sutra, had hardly prepared Katt for
the actual arousal of this simple act of nibbling and biting of the
skin. Her whole being seemed to be filling with passion beneath his
seductive foreplay. As Katt felt the eager affection coming from
Sandor, she loosened up to him. Although his hands were rough, they
gently caressed her.

Throat dry, Katt felt a dizzying current of desire race through her as
Sandor's hand cupped her cunt. There was a practiced ease about Sandor
that intensified her response. Katt arched her back beneath his
strokes. Even the hot desert air seemed electrified.

Katt heard herself moan and felt Sandor ease her crossways of the bed,
on her back. Her eyes followed him as he aimed his huge, pulsing
erection directly over her head. He leaned over. Katt opened her mouth,
expecting him to insert his penis in it, but it missed and bumped her
neck.

Sandor's capable hands grasped her waist and lifted.

"Ahhhh," Katt gasped as she felt herself swept upward. Blood rushed to
her head as Sandor once again stood upright, holding her upside down.
Automatically, Katt wrapped her legs around his head. His hardened
passion pole bobbed squarely in front of her lips. Her heartbeat
throbbed wildly in her ears.

Sandor lowered his head. His tongue began to lick the pink prettiness
between her legs. The delicacy, he found meticulously clean, and spicy
smelling. The tip of his tongue teased around the clitoris, sticking it
with saliva and wetting the golden fringe above.

Excitement caused Katt's pussy to lubricate itself even more. It caused
her nipples to stand hard and the surrounding flesh to pucker. It
caused a delightful shiver of desire and her mouth to open and suck his
member in.

Highly aware of the strength and warmth of the Indian, Katt felt a
kindling of fire in her midsection as he used all his power and
undeniable talent to arouse her to orgasm. She sucked heartily on the
sweet, musky, intoxicating cock. Her limbs trembled as she clung to
him.

Hands clamped on his buttocks, Katt pulled on his hips, taking Sandor's
entire pulsing length down her throat. At first, she gagged, but she
kept trying.

Sandor found it difficult to hold onto the squirming mem-sahib. Her
golden muff tickled his nose. Her pussy nectar was unsurpassed. And now
her untutored mouth was running mad on his prick. Her fingers worked
his nut sacs. She would be fabulous with a little training. As it was,
she already had his cock dribbling pre-cum and he was ready to splash
tartar sauce in her mouth!

Wrought up, Katt felt a steamy heat permeate her. And then, her clit
went forcefully twitchy. Unable to do anything but enjoy her own
pleasure, Katt pulled her mouth off Sandor's big prick.

Sandor, in turn, pushed his tongue into her hot pussy and twirled it
around, tasting her juices. They were sweet and highly arousing. Due to
long training in the sexual arts, he held off his own orgasm. Her
exclamations of delight and her wildly twisting gyrations pleased him.
He ate her out until the passionate fluttering of her clit stopped
altogether.

Oddly gentle and caring, Sandor lowered her down on the bed.

Katt looked at Sandor and spoke to him, even though she knew he would
not understand. "When I read the Kama Sutra, I did not understand why
you people of India seemed to have so many standing positions for
making love." Her lips bowed in a satisfied smile. "Now, I understand."
She raised her arms to him. "You didn't climax."

Sandor came down on the bed beside her, his throbbing cock incredibly
stiff and seeping juices. He stretched full length on his back, his
legs only inches apart. By gesture and pressure on her body parts, he
indicated that he wished her to mount him.

Unlike most American males, Indian men supposedly appreciate the
aggressive female. Feeling undue excitement, Katt crouched above her
Indian lover.

Copious juices flowed from his manly cockhead now. She reached down to
steady it.

His dark eyes had a blazing, faraway look in them.

She could not help but wonder at her reasons for enjoying this man so
much more than she had enjoyed Hunter. Sandor had neither the athletic
body of Hunter, nor the handsome features. But he sure knew what to do
to please a woman--a pussy. Not that Hunter hadn't been good. He had,
but Sandor was excellent. He seemed to ooze sexual excitement, while at
the same time was gentle and considerate, caring for her pleasure
before his own.

Slowly, Katt lowered herself over Sandor's thick-stemmed prick. She did
not realize that it was her own look of enthrallment that was mirrored
in her lover's face.

An electric shock scorched through his loins when her tight cunt sank
down over his meat. As if she knew the position well, the mem-sahib's
knees bent parallel to Sandor's sides, and without any assistance from
him, she began to ride his cock. Sandor uttered a groan of desire,
placed a hand at each side of her narrow waist and assisted her in
gliding up and down his iron prong.

Not worrying if she was doing it right, Katt simply rode him to please
herself. His bulky prick made her flesh throb. Her syrupy cunt clutched
at his dick. She began to roll her hips on his big phallus as she
bounced up and down. Good Lord, how she loved to fuck!

Beneath her, Sandor breathed harsh and heavy, his chest rose and fell
at a rapid rate. His hips thrust as he drove up into her descending,
superslick pussy. Her own body movements became more frantic.

Of a sudden, Sandor's hands left her hips. One stroked and fondled her
breasts and gently pinched her passion-swollen nipples. The other
manipulated her clit.

"Aaahhhh! Oh, God, do it ... Make me cum! Fuck me! Drive it in me! I
love your cock, Sandor! Give me all of it!"

Her back arched, her head flew back; Katt strained for her orgasm. Her
face was a twisted mask of passion.

Sandor timed the squeeze of her nipples and her clit at the same
instant as he felt his balls explode in ecstasy. His prick powerfully
hammered her gyrating, sucking cunt.

"Quite a show."

Cumming, choking with surprise and passion, the heat of fear in her
jerking body, Katt whipped herself off Sandor's cock to squarely face
the intruder.

"Hunter!"

"In the flesh," he drawled, regarding her from deceptively lazy-lidded
eyes.

"Get out of here!"

"Uh uh!" He shook his head. "Send your lover away. I want to talk to
you."

An icy fear overcame her and spread through her as Hunter spoke sharply
to Sandor.

Sandor replied just as sharply, got off the bed and stepped forward to
confront Hunter.

Menacingly, Hunter shoved away from the wall. They stood nose to nose,
toe to toe, one fully clothed and devastatingly handsome, one naked and
common looking.

For one insane moment, Katt thought the two men were going to come to
blows. Grasping the sheet around her, she bounded off the bed and
grasped Sandor's arm, pulling him away from Hunter. She handed him his
clothes and motioned that he should go.

Katt could tell by his dark scowl that Sandor didn't like being sent
away. Still, she didn't see what else she could do. But when he left
the room, she turned her anger on Hunter.

"How dare you walk into my home without knocking!"

"You forget that my money is paying for this roof over your head," he
replied with maddening calm.

"That doesn't give you a right to..."

"Shut up!" He eyed her for a long moment. "Ted know you have a thing
going with his servant?"

"No! And he doesn't know about my affair with you either," she said
defiantly.

Sandor hovered just outside the doorway, ready to intervene if the
sahib raised a finger to the mem-sahib.

"Maybe he should."

"You can't!"

"Can't I!"

"If you want to take revenge on me--because of Sandor--then do it, but
have the decency to leave Ted out of it."

"Why should I? Ted can't get verbal with me. I'm his only financial
source, and he will never do anything to jeopardize the dig."

Katt that what Hunter said was true. Ted would never jeopardize the
dig. It was not wounded pride, or even the embarrassment of facing up
to what she had done that made her beg. She loved Ted, and she did not
want him hurt by learning of her cheating. Not from Hunter. Not this
way. If he had to know, she wanted to be the one to tell him. Terrible
regrets assailed her.

"Please, Hunter ... Don't bring Ted into this. Let it remain between
you and me."

Lazily this time, sure of himself, he pushed himself away from the
doorway and with two strides was standing before her. He jerked the
sheet away from her body.

Sandor was through the doorway in a flash. Katt gasped, tried to cover
herself with her hands and wave Sandor off at the same time.

Hunter, although he ignored the servant, took a couple of steps back
from Katt. He eyed her dispassionately. "I've already seen all you've
got." He tilted his head. "So has he. Ted would be interested to know
that we have fucked you," he added nastily.

Shaking her head vigorously, her face pale, Katt felt a lump in her
throat choke her. Her pleading eyes filled with tears.

Immune to her humiliation, Hunter's eyes held an expression of
satisfaction,. His voice was stern, with no vestige of sympathy in its
demand.

"Ted is onto a major find. You will turn over to me all artifacts you
uncover--immediately."

"I can't do that!"

"You will!"

"The Indian government..."

"Does not need to know exactly what you find. Lie to them! Give them
just enough to keep them convinced that they are getting it all. If you
don't, I will have nothing to lose by telling Ted how his loving wife
spends her lunch hour."

Katt began to shake uncontrollably. Hunter was blackmailing her!

"You deliberately set me up for this, so I couldn't refuse to help you
steal from my husband!" she charged bitterly.

Sandor? Was he involved? She looked at the Indian. No. She could never
believe that. Everything about him said that he wanted to grab Hunter
and throw him out.

Hunter grinned. "That's right. Now get dressed. I'm going to drive you
to the site and you are going to tag the three items that were found
this morning. Then, you are going to place them in my hands for safe
transport to--Delhi."

The way he stressed Delhi told Katt that they were not destined for the
capital at all. What was he going to do with them? Smuggle them out of
India? Sell them to museums and pocket the money?

Ted--all his work, all recognition for his two long years of struggle,
of untold hours of searching--gone! He'd be wiped out by this man
standing before her. Why had she not listened to her instincts before
jumping into bed with Hunter?

"Is this why you popped out of nowhere to pick up the financing of the
dig when the grant was up? So you could smuggle the artifacts out and
make a fortune selling them? Hunter, please don't do this. Ted has
worked so hard. He at least deserves credit for his discoveries. Some
of these things are priceless. You can share the credit. Just don't
deny him, not when he is so close..."

"Charming, the caring wife pleading for her husband," he taunted
sarcastically. "Why should you give a damn?"

His tone was nasty, and perhaps she deserved it, but in her eyes, his
remarks made the man into a mouse. Curiously, Katt eyed Hunter. This
was what she had sensed about him deep inside herself. There was
nothing about Hunter now that appealed to her in the least. She did not
think he was handsome. She didn't admire him. She didn't respect him.
And she did not fear him. However, there was a cold, terrible anger
building in her.

She began to pull on her clothes. "If you want everything dated, tagged
and treated, it will take me well into the night. No reputable museum
will deal with you unless you can tell them how old the artifact is."

"I have some important calls to make. I'll be out first thing in the
morning, and I'll expect everything to be ready."

Katt gave him a curt nod and strode past Hunter, caught Sandor by the
hand and walked to the jeep with him.

Thinking, Katt was silent on the drive to the dig. Sandor kept
muttering to himself and patting her leg. When the jeep stopped before
the tent, she gave Sandor a pat on the shoulder to let him know she was
all right. Then she got out.

Katt sprinted across the sand and jumped down into the trench.

"Ted!" She ran toward her husband, and saw him glance up with a
surprised look on his face.

Ted knew she was not the kind of woman to show alarm. His wife's face
was flushed, and there was a wild look about her eyes.

Heart hammering in her chest like war drums, she said, "Come with me!"

Without one word of argument, Ted rose and followed her. She led him
back to the tent.

"Tell Sandor to stand guard and let no one in," she said.

Ted, never having seen his wife so distressed, so worked up, did as she
asked, wondering what the hell was up.

There, in the heat of the desert, beneath the shade of the tent, Katt
quietly told her husband about her sexual escapades, leaving nothing
out. Her voice breaking now and then, was the only sign of her
emotional despair.

Ted took her in his arms and held her. Was he dreaming? God, how he
wanted to make love to her now--right now!

Katt clenched her jaw to kill the sob in her throat. Through her
tangled black misery, she realized that her husband's cock was rock
hard and pressing against her belly. Then, Ted was speaking.

"Darling, there has been such a dreadful misunderstanding between us. I
believed you wouldn't understand my driving need for sex. And all the
time, you were wanting it as badly as I. How unhappy, how miserable you
must have been all this time! I'll make it up to you, I promise." He
rocked her in his arms.

Katt began to cry softly.

Suddenly, it struck the professor that something else was dreadfully
wrong. He held her slightly away from him, gazing down at her. "What
drove you to confess this now, darling?"

Katt swallowed hard and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand.
Her surprise and admiration for Ted veered sharply to burning anger for
Hunter.

She spat out the word, "Hunter is blackmailing me! He is not going to
get away with it!"

She regretted her words, because Ted lost his erection. But she was
determined to leave nothing out.

"That bastard!" Ted flew into a rage. He paced back and forth in the
tent with a vicious look of anger contorting his face.

Seeing this side of him scared her. It was a few seconds before she
ventured to speak. "It was Hunter's own suggestion. He said that if we
make a major find, I should lie to the authorities, tell them it was
some minor thing. I plan to do the same thing to Hunter. If he comes
around, don't tell him the truth about what you might have discovered.
In that way, we'll be able to hold him off until we decide what to do."

"He won't know that I know about any of this, so he won't suspect me of
holding out," Ted said thoughtfully. "However, he could question the
workers."

"They are loyal to you. Speak to them! Tell them what we suspect, if
you have to, to gain their cooperation."

Still angry, Ted nodded, his fists balled at his sides.

"This is all my fault. I'm sorry Ted--so sorry," Katt said with deep
regret in her tone.

"It's my fault too," Ted declared. "I should have understood your needs
better." Ted came to her then and took her in his arms again. "I'm not
angry with you for doing it with Sandor--or even Hunter. While you were
in the states, I fucked Bhadra."

"You did?" Katt's eyes were wide with astonishment.

He nodded. "This is erotic India, Katt. Surely you know of the Kama
Sutra, even if you haven't read it."

"I know it." Katt admitted huskily. "I've read it from cover to cover a
few times."

His expression softened and his eyes began to sparkle. "Sandor is into
the Kama Sutra pretty heavily. Which position did he use with you?"

Katt blushed nervously. "Reciprocal oral sex, I think it's called, in a
standing position."

"I'll bet that was something to see! Did you lick his cock, suck it
until he came in your mouth?"

Astounded to hear her husband speak so openly about the intimate
details of her trysts, Katt felt his cock grow hard against her belly
again. Ted was becoming aroused!

She whispered, "Yes."

"Did Sandor eat your pussy until you came in his mouth?"

"Ted, why do you want to know?" she asked with a groan of remorse.

"Feel." He drew her hand down to his crotch. "Tell me all about it,
darling, please. How else did our Sandor fuck you?"

Despite her rattled state, Katt felt her pussy respond moistly to her
husband's stiffness and to his intimate questions.

"On the way from the air strip, we did it doggy-style."

Quickly crossing to the door of the tent, Ted took the flap down and
lashed it in place. Then, he turned back to his wife.

"Pull your pants down. Show me how you bent over and spread yourself
for Sandor. Bend over the table."

With unreasoning excitement, Katt eagerly complied with her husband's
wishes. She could not believe that Ted was being so open-minded about
her affairs. Open-minded hell! He had gotten so horny during her
"confession" that it appeared he was going to fuck her himself.

Just before Katt turned to drape her torso across the table, she had
the exciting thrill of seeing Ted pull his prick out and stroke the big
tool with his hand.

Ted's lust-filled gaze impacted with her pouty, sexy pussy, which was
enticingly cupped between her velvety thighs. The labia were closed,
but he could see lovejuices glistening on them.

Katt felt her husband move up behind her. His big finger touched her
lips, opened them wide. "God, baby, you've got a tempting cunt." He
slid a finger into her moistness.

"Did Sandor lick your pussy before he fucked it?"

"Uh..." Katt could not remember if he had or not. But, she wanted her
husband to do it, so she replied, "Yes, he did!"

"Baby," he groaned. There was a shaky intensity in Ted's voice. "Did he
lick your sweet pussy like this?"

"Oh, God, yes, darling." Katt's eyes rolled back in her head as she
felt her husband's warm breath on her flesh. When his broad, wet tongue
took long laps, making obscene licking sounds, Katt grew tremendously
excited.

"I'm going to tongue-fuck you. Cum in my mouth, baby," the professor
moaned as he stabbed his stiff tongue into the saturated slit. His long
nose pressed against her anus; he sniffed the heady aroma of his wife's
asshole. God damn! How many times had he dreamed of eating her sweet
pussy out like this? He had been an idiot to believe that she would be
shocked and repulsed. His love for her had held him in check.

Now, Ted's tongue went wild on her cunt. He shoved his nose against her
asshole, and his tongue up her twat. Manually, his fingers stimulated
her clit. A pussy epicurean, Ted munched her cunt until she came. Then
he devoured her juices greedily.

"Eat me." Katt begged, her fingers digging at the wood of the table.
Her ass went into perpetual motion like Ixion's wheel.

Unable to deny himself, Ted pulled his nose out of her ass and his
tongue out of her cunt.

"Baby, I've got to screw you!"

"Do it! Fuck me, darling!" she cried, wanting her husband desperately.

Much as Katt had learned about her husband in the last few minutes, she
was nevertheless staggered to feel his cock head press against her
lewdly. Yes, her own husband, was going to take her!

He grasped her by the thighs, stretched her apart, nearly lifting her
feet off the ground.

Taking her breath away, Ted slid the head of his cock into her open
gash.

"Ahhh, darling ... oh, yes, fuck me there, like that, like Hunter did."

She felt her husband's cock jerk in her hot pussy as he steadily drove
it into her. Ted definitely got aroused whenever she mentioned what she
had let other men do to her.

"Oh, God, Ted, the way Hunter fucked me was such a delicious pleasure.
He shoved his big cock into my love tunnel ... took me from behind ...
fucked my lovehole like the very first time ever. But not as
magnificently as you are, darling!"

"Keep talking, baby. I love it! I love sliding my prick in and out of
your hot cunt, while you tell me how another man did it to you!"

Katt rotated her rear on her husband's tentpole; her head wagged from
side to side.

"Hunter told me he found the sight of my smooth white thighs swallowing
his prick, very exciting. Do you, darling?"

"How could I not," Ted groaned, and slid his finger down to circle her
clit.

"This is a wonderful, wondrous fuck, Ted, and I love it," Katt gasped,
feeling herself lurch closer to climax.

"Oh, God, baby. I've wanted to fuck you for so long." The admission was
dredged from deep within Ted. He rammed and ground harder into her
lovehole.

"I wish you had!"

"There were so many times--when you'd bend over..." He felt her ass
cheeks squeeze around his dick and drove his huge cock deep into her
hair-rimmed pussy.

"Ted!" Katt screamed, in raw passion.

As his explosive climax splattered inside her, he uttered a series of
intense grunts.

Katt's cunt seemed to burst wide open in a series of hot sparks. Her
pussy climaxed at the same instant, clenching Ted's dick in racking
spasms.

Ted gave a deafening groan of erotic rapture and sludged her love canal
with what seemed like barrels of sperm. Leaning over her back, he held
her snugly as she continued to orgasm. Ted kissed her neck and nuzzled
his face against her hair.

Panting, Katt finally quieted beneath her husband. "Darling ... what on
earth can we ever do to top this?" she asked.

He chuckled with sheer joy. "I'm looking forward to showing you!"

His mood was infectious. Katt's laugh was low, throaty. "I'm looking
forward to finding out."

"I'll be home early," he promised, pulling his flaccid cock out of her
juicy body.

Katt turned, slid her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him
lovingly. "Darling, I want you to know how much this has meant to me.
The way you took it so well ... the way you loved me. You aren't angry
with Sandor?"

"No. He has better sense than I do apparently. And I'm not angry with
you either. I'm just as guilty of cheating as you are," he reminded
her. "Maybe even more so. I promise I will make a full confession
later. Right now, I had better dispatch Sandor to Hydurabad with a
cable."

At her puzzled look, Ted explained. "I'll wire the authorities in Delhi
of our 'suspicions' about Hunter. Suggest they do a background check on
him. If he does get away from here with anything, they will be able to
pick him up at the airstrip or on the road."

"We won't have to tell them how we know of Hunter's plot, will we?"

"No. We'll simply word our suspicions strongly. The rest will be up to
them."

"But ... if they do arrest him, what will happen to the dig? He is
financing it, after all."

Ted rubbed his day-old beard. "We have proof enough of a major
discovery in the offing here," he indicated the glass case, "to warrant
university interest again. There should be no question of another,
larger grant."

"And if Hunter is arrested for smuggling artifacts out of India, he
will be unable to protest our switching back to university funds."

"True."

"Then we have to wait to see what occurs with Hunter before we contact
the university?"

Ted nodded. He gave his wife a long look. "What are you going to do if
Hunter insists that you go to bed with him again?"

"I'm going to refuse of course!"

"If he threatens to tell me?"

Katt shook her head. "I don't think he will. He needs my cooperation to
whisk the artifacts out from under your nose. Without it, you would
soon become aware of their disappearance and begin to ask questions. He
has no control over you, only me--he thinks."

"That's true." Ted gave Katt a kiss. "I love you madly. Expect me home
at six on the dot. I have some exciting things to show you."

He grinned and lowered his gaze. "Would you look at that? The damned
thing is going to be insatiable from now on."

Katt giggled. "Will wonders never cease!"

Ted playfully smacked her on the butt and reminded her that she had no
pants on.

Swiftly, she pulled her trousers up and watched her husband raise the
tent flap and step outside. For sure, Ted would have no trouble gaining
Sandor's cooperation. The Indian had not taken kindly to Hunter.



Chapter 4


Standing still, Katt listened as Ted spoke with Sandor. The Indian
smiled and nodded, his head turned as his coffee brown eyes sought
hers.

Unless Katt was mistaken, they were discussing her. What the hell? Was
Ted telling Sandor he knew he'd fucked his wife? But that couldn't be.
Sandor was smiling. Maybe Ted was giving Sandor the green light to
screw her all he wanted.

Whatever had been said, Sandor whirled, jumped in the jeep and roared
away.

As the dust settled, Ted turned to his wife. "I've invited him to join
us this evening, darling. I didn't think you'd mind?"

"No." Her voice was choked because her heart seemed to be lodged in her
throat. She was thrilled by this "new" husband. Flashes of fire shot
through her.

Ted pulled her roughly against him. His cock was hard again just
thinking about seeing another man screw his wife. He couldn't wait. By
damn, he'd screw her again right here, right now!

Wordlessly, Katt helped Ted in his attempt to work the zip on her
slacks. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to screw her
again. Elated, she flung her clothes off. Ted did the same.

Neither of them remembered to lower the tent flap.

Swiftly, Ted grasped her to him.

"I'm hungry for you, baby," he groaned, thrusting his lean hips
forward, driving his erect cock between her quivering thighs.

"Ahhh!" Katt cried out as the long shaft slid blissfully across her
clit. She clamped her legs tight around his rod, savouring the feel of
it.

Ted massaged her breasts with his hands and thrust his cock back and
forth in direct contact with his wife. But that rapidly heightened his
arousal too much. He withdrew, lifted Katt up on top of the table and
stood in front of her.

Thrilled to the core, Katt spread her legs wide for her husband. She
leaned back, arms extended behind to support her weight.

Eyes filled with lust, Ted bent his wife's knees and lifted her long,
shapely legs over his shoulders. Then he slid his hands beneath her
hips and bent down. Her big clit was already out of its hood, stiff and
red with desire. Looking at it, Ted nearly shot his wad.

"Suck my cum from my pussy, darling," she whispered.

Ted's head bobbed down and he licked and sucked hungrily. His long nose
rubbed her clit and he heard her cry out with delight.

"Eat my cunt!" Katt gasped, thrusting her pelvis upward and holding it
there, driving her husband's wonderful tongue deep into her.

Panting, she asked, "Do you suck Bhadra's cunt like this?"

Head coming up, his face all gooey and slick with juices and saliva,
Ted's eyes sparkled with lust. "Yes! Does that excite you? I sucked her
cunt and loved it, too! Just like I'm going to suck your cunt, right
now!" He lifted her higher and clamped his lips over her pussy.

Katt squealed. Then, "Darling, my cunt ... it's full of your ... cum!"

Ted slurped all the louder and sucked harder.

Katt came! She twisted and cried out passionately.

Still in the throes of her climax, Katt felt herself being lifted
bodily by the arms. Her butt was against Ted's loins, her legs still up
over his shoulders. Responding automatically, Katt locked her ankles
together behind his neck. Ted pulled her upwards by the arms. She felt
her husband's steel rod easily penetrate her cunt and drive deep as she
hung in mid-air.

"Fuck me, professor! Fuck my hot pussy! Juice me!" In absolute carnal
heat, Katt had never felt anything so thrilling as hanging in mid-air,
connected to her husband only by his stiff prick as he grasped her by
the arms and guided her back and forth on his fuckstick.

"Deep, so fucking deep!" Like one possessed, Katt's eyes dilated, she
saw nothing, heard nothing. Yet, her sense of feel was amplified a
hundredfold. Multiple climaxes rolled through her lusty being until she
was indeed out of her mind with ecstasy.

Prolonging the ecstasy with deep, fast thrusts, Ted looked down at his
wife. He had never had a woman so wild. His nuts tightened as his hot-
blooded, erotic wife kept climaxing on his cock. Christ! This was the
height of debauchery to his way of thinking. His wife was the most
indecent, beautiful, wanton, magnificent woman in the world when she
was satisfying the desires of her flesh.

His balls ready to burst, Ted pulled her tight on him and splashed a
thick load of spunk deep inside her creamy cunt.

Too debilitated and drained to support her weight any longer, Ted eased
his wife down onto the table.

Dazed and feeling delicate and unstable, Katt tried to focus her eyes
on her husband. His edges appeared to be all soft and fuzzy. In an
enfeebled voice, she whispered, "My God, Ted, I'm wasted."

His chuckle held no strength either. "Tired, baby, but never wasted.
You were sensational! That was an out-of-the-world-fuck for me!"

"Me too, darling. It made all the other fucks I've had seem like
nothing. I've never had multiple orgasms before."

His chuckle had gained stamina. "Good for my ego."

"It's true! You gave me so many cums, you sent me to heaven--and hell!"

Ted drew his cock out of her with a soft slurp.

"Then your cunt must be full of juices."

"It's full of your spunk, too," she reminded him with a sleepy-eyed
look.

"Let's just see..." Bending Katt's knees, Ted planted her soles on the
table top. He drew a slatted folding chair squarely in front of her
exposed sex and sat down on it.

With long, bronzed fingers, Ted spread his wife's inner lips apart.

Katt felt a stab of excitement and rolled her head to the side,
twisting her torso until she could see Ted. After fucking her, he was
going to go down on her! What a cum appetite her husband had!

His tongue dipped into her cunt like a spoon and Katt sighed with
bliss. No man had done cunnilingus to her as good as Ted, not even
Sandor.

He seriously went to work sucking out the luscious hole, clasping her
thighs and burying his mouth in her snatch. He was feeding on her
succulent fluids as well as his own. Ted liked the taste of his own
sperm.

Womb contracting wildly, Katt clutched at her quivering breasts and
began to pinch her nipples and move her hips. She was horny again! It
was incredible, but she wanted her husband again.

"Fuck me, Ted!" she cried.

He stopped sucking her pussy and raised his head, but he didn't move.
His head was cocked to one side. He seemed to be listening. Katt heard
the excited cry then.

"Sahib! Sahib!" and the unmistakable soft thud of running feet.

The tent flap was unceremoniously jerked aside and Karim, one of the
workers, bolted inside. He was halfway across the tent when he saw them
and froze. His eyes bugged out. The Sahib was sitting on a chair before
the mem-sahib's splayed pussy!

Ted jumped up, knocking the chair over. It hit the ground and folded up
with a sharp clatter.

Giving a cry of alarm, Katt jerked upright, her heels skidded off the
table edge, her knees came down, and cracked together painfully.

At the sight of the golden-haired sex organ, Karim's cock sprang stiff.
Now, he clasped his hands over it fast, backing out of the tent so
quickly that he stumbled and fell backwards out of the door. Landing on
his back in the sand, Karim scrambled a safe distance away on hands and
knees. Shaking, he knelt in the sand, frantically praying to Brahma for
his very life!

Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, Ted said, "I
wonder what the hell that was all about?"

"He sounded pretty frantic. You'd better go see," Katt said, wishing
with all her heart they hadn't been interrupted.

"Yes." Ted pulled on his clothes, having difficulty cramming his stiff
prick into his shorts.

Katt giggled.

"So, you think it's funny do you?" he said, coming toward her with a
mock growl. He kissed her while tickling her on the ribs.

Katt twisted and giggled crazily, trying to fend him off. Finally Ted
quit tickling her. She wound her arms around his neck and gazed into
his sparking eyes.

"I love you, madly, crazily, desperately. Oh, Ted, we're going to be
the happiest married couple in the entire universe from now on!"

A bemused smile on his lips, his eyes were compellingly magnetic. I'll
drink to that!" He patted her buns. "I'll finish that drink later."

Joy bubbling in her, Katt managed to dress herself

"Katt!"

Her head came up sharp as she heard Ted's bellow. Heart racing with
trepidation, Katt ran out of the tent. Spotting Ted, in the trench,
waving his arms at her, she sprinted toward him.

Ted held his arms up and she jumped into them, nearly knocking them
both on their asses.

"We found it!"

"What? What?" Her heart sang with delight. She gloried in sharing this
moment of pleasure with her husband.

"Look!" Ted lowered her to her feet and her eyes followed his finger.

Katt caught her breath in wonder. "An intact skeleton?" She moved
close. "Ted! A female--and a child..." Eyes huge, she turned to Ted.
"You did it! Congratulations, darling!"

"We did it--together." He spoke to Karim.

The Indian listened, head bowed, to assure he was not tempted to look
at the Mem-sahib, in case his cock should grow stiff again and make the
sahib angry. By the grace of Brahma, the sahib had refrained from
casting him out for looking upon his wife without clothing. It was his
right, as her husband, to do so. Karim did not wish to give the sahib
the slightest reason to change his mind.

As soon as Karim trotted off, Ted told Katt, "I've asked Karim to
assemble the workers. This came sooner than we anticipated. So, I'm
going to do as you suggested. Tell them what Hunter is up to and let
them know that we do not wish him to find out about this discovery.
We'll have to work throughout the night to get it out of the ground.
Ted sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. Will you keep that drink hot for me?"

Katt grinned and patted her crotch. "It will be right here whenever you
get thirsty. So will I."

Ted's eyes grew soft as he looked down at her and his fingers stroked
her cheek. "Thanks, Katt. Have I told you lately, that you're
wonderful?"

"Yes, but tell me again," she said, flinging herself into his arms.
Theirs was a lingering, sweet kiss. Her lips remained warm and tingly
for hours as she worked.

Throughout the long night, they scraped steadily. By dawn, they were
all close to exhaustion, but the skeletons were out of the ground and
on stretchers. Sandor drove them home and helped Ted maneuver the
sheet-covered stretchers beneath the bed.

"There!" Ted said, dusting his hands together with satisfaction. "Let's
have a quick breakfast. Then, get back to the dig before Hunter shows
up."

"I forgot!" Katt clapped a hand to the side of her head. "Hunter wanted
those bones we found dated and treated, ready for him this morning!"

"So, put a fictitious date on them and coat them haphazardly. Hunter
will never know the difference, The museum will do another carbon
dating, find out that Hunter lied about their age and will not deal
with him again."

"Great idea!" Katt cried. She felt wonderful.

An hour later, they were back at the dig. Hunter arrived shortly
thereafter.

Bold as hell, he came into the tent and announced, "I've got them
sold."

Katt turned slowly, "Hunter, don't do this. If not for Ted's sake, then
for your own. If you're caught smuggling artifacts out of India, you'll
go to jail."

"Give them to me. I'm not going to get caught. Find any new pieces?"

"No." Katt handed them over.

"I'll be back to check you out first thing in the morning. Now, go out
there and keep your husband's attention off me until I get these in the
jeep."

Katt had tried to save him. So be it. Casting Hunter a vicious look,
she shoved past him and strode purposefully across the scorching sands
to the trench.

"The asshole has them sold - so he says. Doesn't even know how old they
are. He'll be back in the morning - wanting more."

"Not until then?"

"No."

"Good! Let's call a halt. We all deserve a rest after working through
the night.

Most of the workers stayed in, preferring to curl up in the shade of
the tent and sleep. Katt sat on her husband's lap in the two-seater
jeep as they raced toward home.

Ted told Sandor that he should remain.

Sandor grinned and nodded. "You would share your wife in friendship and
camaraderie?"

Ted's eyes glistened and his cock lengthened. "The way of the ancient
Persian soldiers. You undress out here. I'm not sure how she will feel
about this. So, wait until I have her hot before you climb into bed
with us."

Sandor nodded.

Upon the bed, Ted drew Katt into his arms so that she was facing him
with her back to the doorway. He kissed her and fondled her until she
was hotter than a pistol.

"Baby, you need a lot of cock, an awful lot of cock, don't you?"

"Yes, lover! Give me your enormous prick." Her heart leapt and she
gasped as she felt a warm, male body press against her from behind.

"We've got two big cocks, here, for you, baby. You want them both?"

"Yes, oh, God, yes!" she cried, as lips began to touch her shoulders
and neck. "Sandor!" she groaned, and felt his arm come around her, his
fingers begin to stimulate her clit.

"Like it, baby?" Ted asked, his own hands squeezing and kneading her
breasts.

"My God, yes. I love it!"

"Sandor is going to shove his big dick into you from behind, baby, and
I'm going to put mine in your mouth. Will you like that, baby?"

"Yes!" Katt replied and thrust her cunt against Sandor's fingers. She
was hotter than the hinges hell. Two men, making love to her, one her
husband, one her Indian lover. What an unbeatable combination! In a
state of overwhelming excitement, Katt felt her husband suckle and
squeeze her tits and his hands slid between her legs to cares her ass.

By looking down, Ted could see Sandor's fingers exciting his wife's
clit. He, himself, was so turned on that he feared for his ability to
maintain any sort of control. He felt rutty and vulgar, earthy and
obscene. God, how much time he'd wasted in getting around to fucking
his horny, willing wife! He was an idiot!

His prick twitching dangerously, Ted tried desperately to think about
something else, anything else but what was happening.

He was going to have the kind of sexual intercourse with his wife that
he had always enjoyed with other women. Especially the women of India,
who were eager for men to share their favours, and double their
pleasure.

"She is ready," Sandor announced. At Ted's jerky nod of agreement,
Sandor raised her topmost leg in the air.

Katt felt his engorged cockhead press against her hole.

"That's it! Thrust your big dicks in my cunt! Fuck me! Oooh, God, fuck
me!" she whined.

Slowly and steadily, his prick entered her pussy from behind.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Katt sing-songed. The rapid cock-stuffing drove Katt
right over the edge. Crying out, churning and thrusting and bucking in
the throes of climax, her wonderful, wet cunt felt as if it would
explode.

Unable to hold out under such intense arousal, Ted caressed the end of
his cock across his wife's lips. He filled her mouth completely as he
gazed over her shoulder at Sandor's lust-twisted face.

The servant was still plowing his prick into Katt's love nest with
gusto.

Sandor's mouth opened in a silent cry of passion. One last, forceful
thrust drove his dick balls-deep into her sucking pussy. He came,
flooding her abyss with prodigious masses of sperm.

Their movements slowed, then stopped. Their breathing quieted. They
slept.

When Katt awoke, her husband's cock was still near her lips and
Sandor's cock was still in her cunt. She wanted to lay between them and
take pleasure from the feel, let her eyes eat up her husband's sleeping
face. She felt so radiant, so enchanted by this glorious change in Ted,
in herself, in their whole relationship.

But she had to pee.

Managing to unhook herself from them, Katt crawled out of bed. After
relieving herself, she returned. Stretched out on their backs, eyes
open, hands behind their heads, she was confronted by a pair of ear-to-
ear grins and upright, hard-core fuck poles.

She was going to get screwed again! Katt leapt back on the bed between
them, landing on all fours.

Ted took her tit in his hand and guided it to Sandor's mouth.

Willingly, Sandor sucked her taut nipple.

Ted watched, thrills shooting deep into his groin.

Katt felt her husband's big cock slap her leg rhythmically as he
watched the Indian suck her nipple. Suddenly, she realized that her
husband would greatly enjoy watching Sandor make love to her. She
wanted to do this for Ted.

Intoxicated, Katt straddled Sandor's face and lowered her cunt over his
mouth. The look of raw lust on Ted's face thrilled her. She reached
down and ran her finger into his mouth and he sucked on it.

Katt gently flexed her cunt on Sandor's mouth in a fucking rhythm,
while watching Ted's reaction to her naughty, unwifely behaviour.

"His tongue is deep in my slice, darling," she moaned, feeling his lips
press tight against her labia.

Breathing hard, Ted slid his hand over her buttocks and tickled her
anus. After a moment, he began to caress her thighs.

Katt squealed in delight as her husband's gentle fingers played with
her body and began to explore her everywhere.

Sandor had a raging erection and wanted to fuck the mem-sahib. He
reached up and flicked his fingers over her swollen nipples while he
gulped the juices out of her cunt. Sandor felt the sahib's arm rub his
chest as he finger-fucked her clit. A monsoon of erotic pleasure built
in his balls and he could wait no longer.

Ted's cock was granite hard, too. The slurping sounds of Sandor's
eating her out, the buttery feel of her cunt, combined to drive him
wild.

Sandor lifted her off his face and asked Ted, "You want to put her
between us?"

"Not this time, my friend. You fuck my wife. I will take my pleasures
vicariously."

Ted elbowed himself up and guided Katt around so that she was now on
all fours, facing away from him.

"You do want Sandor's big cock, don't you, baby?"

"Yes!" she screamed mindlessly.

Ted stroked her buns. "In your pussy?"

"Yes! In my cunt! Tell him to fuck me violently, darling! I like it
like that best."

"Screw her fast and furiously, Sandor," Ted hissed in his servant's
native tongue. Licentiously, Ted watched as Sandor took his huge wang
in his fist and aimed it at Katt's defenceless golden love hole. Lord
almighty, his wife was a hot one!

"Wait," Ted suddenly bid Sandor. He leaned up and licked her lips,
working spit into them. Then, Ted sat back on his heels. "Okay, my
friend, stick it into my wife's chute."

As Sandor pressed his huge tool deep into her body, Katt whimpered with
pleasure, and began to rotate on the impaling shaft, thrilling herself
as well as both the men.

"Oh, baby, your lovehole is stretching wide open to swallow his big
dick!" Ted cried, passion kindling his desires. He fisted his hard cock
and began to stroke it as he watched Sandor grasp his wife's hips and
shove her up and down his stiff prod.

"Sandor's prick feels so good in me, darling. He's ramming so deep!"
Chills of rapture puckered her nipples and curled her toes. She knew
Ted loved to hear her talk about how good it felt to have another man
fuck her.

"His meat pole is so hard - screwing my hot cunt. Darling, I just love
being fucked by a huge cum-filled cock."

Ted's hand flew on his own huge prick, jerking hard and urgently. He
twisted the stiff staff and squeezed his balls, intrigued with the
sight of Sandor's prick rooting deep in his wife's pussy. Ted reached a
little farther down between his legs and twiddled his fingers around
his balls. Then, he took his cock and fucked it in and out of his fist
at the same pace that Sandor was fucking Katt. Sandor drove into the
mem-sahib's tight butt with oscillating, propelling movements. He
solicited deeper sexual contact and more erotic pleasure for both. His
skillful maneuvers seemed to please her, for the mem-sahib was making
all manner of sounds in her throat and slamming her quivering hips back
at him.

"All the way in me! Fucking me deep, darling. His cock is making my
cunt feel like I'm going to have a climax soon!"

"Wriggle your ass, baby! Fuck him!" her husband hissed, feeling the cum
rise in his cock tube. He was freaking out on watching his wife screw
another man!

Sandor fucked deep into her hot body and squirted hot liquid seed into
it. He panted and grunted and ground his dick into her, feeling her
cunt lips contract around his meat.

Feeling the burning jets sear her pussy, Katt squealed and went into a
gut-wrenching climax that left her feeling temporarily disoriented and
loose. Shapes were unfamiliar. She closed her eyes and slept.

When Katt woke, her husband and his servant were gone. She lay there
for a long time, savoring the memory of her first threeway sexual
experience. Everything that had happened to her in the last few days
flitted through her mind.

Becoming horny, Katt slid her fingers down over her snatch, feeling the
stiff hairs where the semen had dried. She needed a bath. The key wound
clock on the dresser told her it was five in the afternoon.

Would Ted be home at six as he'd promised yesterday? With time out for
a nap, she doubted it. Still...

Katt rose and called to her ayah to fetch water for washing. Bhadra was
slow, but thorough and reliable. Here, in the desert, the luxury of a
shower was unheard of. Bathing was done in a pan, with the least amount
of water possible.

When Bhadra brought the water, Katt eyed her curiously. She tried to
envision Ted fucking her and failed. The girl seemed so remote, so
above the carnal act. Yet, Katt knew that she wasn't. She would love to
watch Ted fuck her, just as Ted had watched his servant fuck her. But
not tonight!

Tonight, she wanted Ted all to herself!

Katt was bathed, perfumed and eagerly awaiting Ted's arrival in less
than an hour. She'd instructed Bhadra to prepare a light meal for two
and despite the heat, placed a candle on the table. Feeling alive and
eager as a new bride, Katt kept her ear tuned for the sound of the
jeep. She wanted this to be a perfect night for the two of them.

Apparently, Ted did too, for five minutes to the hour, the jeep charged
up to the door and Ted climbed out. He sent Sandor away and entered the
house, caked with dust and dirt, but grinning.

Not that Katt noticed his disheveled state. She felt a rush of heat
throughout her body as their eyes locked. Hers were brimming with love
and happiness. Pride and respect and desire for Ted flooded her being.
Her heart beat erratically.

Now, she remembered why she had married Ted. This was how she had felt
when they first met - how she had felt on their first date and on their
wedding night.

She whispered his name. "Ted?"

"You look beautiful, darling." He eyed the slender white sheath she was
wearing. Her long blonde hair swirled softly around her bare shoulders.
"You take my breath away. Let me get cleaned up."

"Bhadra!" he called, and when she appeared, he asked for bath water.

While her husband bathed, Katt explained to Bhadra that she and Ted
wished to be alone. "Is there some place you would like to spend the
evening? Sandor can drive you."

"I may visit my friend?"

"Yes, of course," Katt replied, relieved to get her ayah out of the
house. "You may go right this minute. I will serve my husband and
myself. The cleaning up can wait until morning."

All through the meal, Ted made love to Katt with his eyes. Now and
then, he'd touch her breast or squeezed her thigh.

Flirting with her husband, Katt laughed and teased and touched him in
all the ways a woman in love does.

Neither of them knew what they ate. Neither of them cared. The meal was
a vehicle carrying them forward to other pleasures.

Hitching his chair closer to Katt's, Ted slid his hand behind her neck
and kissed her deeply. His wife's moist lips parted beneath his in
sweet surrender. Ted rained kisses on her cheeks, her nose and down the
silken curve of her throat.

Katt slid fingers through his hair, feeling an incredible desire for
him. Her pussy juices were soaking her panties. Inside her cunt was a
strong desire to be filled. Her husband's big cock was going to slide
in and out of her pussy and make her cum.

"Darling," she murmured softly.

Ted released her, stood up and drew Katt out of her chair.

"I want to make love to you, darling."

"Now," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to their
bedroom. "Tonight is ours. Tomorrow, there will be room for others in
our bed. Even Bhadra."

"You want to watch me make love to her?"

"Yes. Just as you wanted to watch me make love to Sandor."

"You are ready," he said, eyes searching her face, "for an introduction
into the cult."

His hands lifted her onto the bed and Katt did not ask him any
questions. She was too busy filling his every desire of the moment.



Chapter 5


"Ted..."

She whispered his name, feeling the irresistible tug of desire grow
stronger.

Again, his mouth took possession of hers. With expertise, Ted seduced
his wife's senses until she uttered a groan of desire, wrapped her arms
around his neck and clung to him.

Ted was good. Gently, he drew her arms from around his neck and pressed
her away from him. Holding her eyes with his, he cupped her breasts and
thumbed her hard nipples.

Ted's mouth closed over her left breast and his tongue flicked the hard
nipple, carrying her to dizzying heights that only he seemed capable
of.

Knowing her to be on the brink of climax, Ted felt his wife tremble
like a leaf in the wind. Deftly, he guided her hand to his groin.

In sweet agony, Katt grasped the fully erect cock, and felt all eight
thick inches pulsate demandingly in her hand. She began to stroke it up
and down.

Ted, too highly aroused himself, urged her to let it go.

Relaxing her grip, Katt felt her husband move her hand lower. Her
fingers explored his precious balls, so weighty and thick. She hefted
them as if calculating their weight.

"Roll my nuts between your fingers, baby. Mash them around a little,"
Ted croaked, his mouth full of tit.

Katt felt a tingle of delight.

He moved his long legs further apart to give her plenty of room to
play.

Doing as her husband asked, Katt caressed his testicles. His balls felt
like stones.

"Your pussy is on fire," Ted mumbled. His teeth nibbled her divine
nipples.

Katt shuddered with desire. She arched into him, massaging his balls
excitedly. Her clit was swollen and pulsing.

All at once, Ted's hand was pushing hers deeper between his legs. Her
husband pressed her fingers into his balls! She thought dazedly, 'Ted
wants me to play with his sac.' She was not going to say no.

"God, oh God, darling..." Her entire body throbbed with emotion and
sensual pleasure.

As Katt eagerly pressed the tips of her fingers against the sagging
testicles, she felt Ted begin to shake.

His fingers entwined in her hair and pressed her head down.

"Please, baby ... please..." Ted whispered huskily.

Somehow, Katt knew that Ted wanted her to blow him while she played
with his hairy nuts.

Deeper and deeper her digits dug into his heavy, hot scrotum. Wild! She
slid her body down the length of him.

Ted rolled over on his back, bent his knees and spread wide. His hand
kept pressing her head downward even when her lips were open, ready to
suck his mushroom-capped dick inside her mouth.

"God, baby, I want to fuck your mouth."

"What?" she gasped, suddenly uncertain.

"But suck my balls first, baby. Suck those big fuckers," he begged,
arching his hips up and holding them off the bed.

Digging her fingers into Ted's ass, Katt put her mouth on his testes
and kissed them wetly. She ran her tongue over first one and then the
other.

"Suck my nuts!" He groaned, pressing his pelvis higher.

They were so large that Katt was doubtful if they would go in her
mouth. But he was anxious, so she quickly worked saliva all over them
and opened her jaws as wide as they would go.

She sucked as if drawing the thick cream of a milk shake through a
straw. To her surprise, the nut popped between her teeth.

"Aaahgh!! Yeah, Baby! Suck my balls. You got the hottest lips! Roll
them around in your mouth! Work them hard!"

Never having handled Ted's balls so intensely before, Katt was more
careful.

Encouraging her to do as he wanted her to, Ted cried, "Baby, baby, eat
them! Nibble them! Make my balls roar!"

Katt popped the ball out of her mouth and licked it.

"Yes! That's the way to do it, baby!" Ted reached beneath his rump and
pressed his testicles up against his wife's mouth, holding them for her
to eat.

Getting into it now, realizing what Ted wanted, and how much pressure
was required, Katt sucked on her husband's big balls. She took them in
her mouth and rolled them wildly.

"Eat those suckers!" Ted cried, jerking his cock hard. God Almighty he
had never felt such bliss in his life as when his own wife was eating
his nuts like this! Other women had done it for him, but he couldn't
remember who, or when. He loved Katt, and it was only her mouth that
would leave a marked memory.

Thinking for sure that her husband was about to explode into orgasm,
Katt felt him jerking off. He was really hot. So was she!

Wanting only to please him, Katt began to suck now on her husband's
balls in abandon. She also shot a finger to her own lovehole, along
with another one, and fucked herself vigorously.

Ted shoved his cock downward. Every plunge of her mouth was like a
streak of passionate fire in his loins. On the way down, his hard prick
slapped the back of her head and stopped. He was going to unload all
over her back! It wasn't a nice thing to do, but to shoot off while she
was eating his balls would be glorious.

Katt felt the hot spray of cum hit her. She was not put off by it. In
delight, she kept finger-fucking herself and mouth-fucking his balls,
listening to his cries of pleasure.

Ted was breathing in great gulps of air. Somehow, he managed to gasp,
"Stop, baby ... stop." Ted pushed her away from his balls.

Licking her lips, Katt came up on the bed beside her panting, weak
husband.

"Did I do it right, for you, darling?"

He turned his head and gazed incredulously at her. "Perfectly. I had no
idea you were so talented."

"You'll have to show me just how you like everything. Will you show me
other ways of pleasing you? Show me exactly how you like me to do
things to you so that it's the best you've ever had?"

"Promise," he panted, and managed to roll over on his side. Ted lifted
a hand and brushed her hair back from her cheek.

Katt grinned. "Darling ... I don't want to rush you, but I didn't get
off, and I'm so horny. Do you think you could manage to work me over? I
guess I was too uptight about getting you off properly, about pleasing
you--totally, to please myself."

Exhausted or not, the very instant her request was out of her mouth,
Ted was down between her legs, loving her with his searing tongue.

Ted licked Katt's inner thighs, and her passion-puffed labia. They were
wet with her fluids, and he loved her tangy flavour. He tapped her
clitoris with the talented tip of his tongue.

"Aaahhhh!" It was a soft, breathy sound of pleasure.

Not wanting to get her off too soon, Ted slid his tongue down to her
wet slit. He darted it into her hole and caressed her fevered inner
flesh. There was a lot of juice there, and he sucked it into his mouth
and swallowed it all.

"Pussy ambrosia," he muttered, then went back to work.

Katt's whole body quaked beneath her husband's talented maneuvering.

Ted felt her agitation and redoubled his efforts. He pressed her thighs
up and out and rooted his head between them to get his tongue as far up
inside her cunt as possible. He wished he had a foot-long tongue and
could lap the entire length of her right up to her cervix!

Katt pressed her husband's head closer to her fevered snatch and thrust
her hips forward in quick, urgent motions.

"I love that!" she cried as his tongue flicked wildly from wall to
wall.

Realizing his wife was going to cum anyway, Ted zeroed in to suck on
her erect clit. If she was going to cum, he wanted it to be an out-of-
the-world orgasm.

"I'm thirsty for your cum!" he gasped between flicks of his tongue over
her clit.

"Okay, I'll cum in your mouth! Drink it!" she cried, twisting and
humping wildly.

All at once, Ted closed his lips over her clit and sucked.

Shock waves passed through her with the speed of light. Her pleasure-
wracked body went wild. Heaving and panting, hips writhing, straining,
thrusting with a will of her own. Katt's cunt practically exploded.

Silent rockets of pleasure burst forth from deep inside her. As if from
a distance, Katt heard herself inwardly screaming, but couldn't stop.

Knowing her pulsing, twitching clit was too sensitive for any more
sucking, Ted drove his tongue into her hole, wriggling it against her
cunt walls. He collected her juices as fast as she dispensed them.

To Katt, it seemed as if she had floated back to earth in an invisible,
weightless parachute. Her descending hips struck the bed with a final,
soft thud and she lay still.

Ted came over her. His voice was thick with passion, and his face was
shiny and slick with her juices.

"That's the sweetest honey in the world. You made me horny again,
cumming in my mouth like that."

Katt tried to grin at him, but she wasn't at all sure she succeeded.

"You're at your sexiest when you're wildly seeking release, so full of
stormy passion." Ted lay down beside her and his hand stroked her
tremulous breasts.

"It was so good," she moaned, amazed that it really had been.

"I'm glad. Baby, I'll do anything to drive you into a frenzy or erotic
rapture. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it. I want to fulfill
your body, pour the love juices from my loins deep into you. I want to
thrust into your cunt until you beg me to stop. Or whatever you want--
anything to please you, Katt."

"Fuck me, darling," she whispered, highly aware of an incredible desire
for the feel of his big dick inside her,

Knowing that his wife wanted him steamed Ted up even more. He saw her
knees fall open in invitation. A rage of desire raced up and down his
spine.

"It's hot and wet for you, darling," Katt sighed, tugging on his
shoulders to encourage him to mount her.

Totally aroused, Ted saw that her pussy was indeed wide open and
beckoning. His cock jerked in anticipation. His own wife, whom he'd
thought too goody-goody for the baser acts of sex, was turning out to
be the best lover he had ever had. Ted wondered crazily if he could
bear the pleasure his cock would feel when he entered her cunt. Would
he shoot off right away? God, she had him hot!

The bloated head of Ted's cock was as big as it had ever been. With one
swift, smooth motion, he was kneeling between her spread open knees.

With shaky hands, Ted guided his drooling glans to her pussy slit. The
fucking thing looked to him almost too big to slide into that little
hole. But he knew it would, for he had had it there before, after all.
Yet he felt like he was taking a virgin instead of his own wife.
Drawing a deep breath, Ted began to stuff his prick into her hot, ready
pussy with short, quick jabs.

Even Katt noticed her husband's extra girth and length, due to his
extreme arousal. "You're so big, Ted..." she gasped, lifting her head
and peering downward at his staff. It was bigger and redder than she
had ever seen it.

"I'm damn hot for you, baby!" he admitted, easing forward by exerting
more pressure. Katt's pussy lips stretched before his eyes. But her
cunt steadily swallowed everything he fed it. With agonized slowness,
his throbbing cock sank into his wife's cunt.

"So full ... so full ... wonderful ... oh ... yes, honey."

"Your hole's scorching hot ... tight, baby."

Despite his randy condition, Ted held himself in check. It pleased him
that his cock was so big it was all he could do to get it in his wife's
cunt. But Ted didn't want to cause her even the least twitch of pain.
He wanted Katt to like his prick so much she'd beg for more.

Katt planted her heels on the bed and levered her cunt upwards, helping
Ted work it into her. What a monster! His eight inches were shorter,
but thicker and by far more talented, more exciting than Hunter's
longer one or even Sandor's. Bigger was definitely not better. It all
depended on the way the man used it.

Ted knew how to use his. He was energetic in his fucking. And added to
that, he used words to excite her as well as his hands and even his
eyes. Oh, yes, Ted knew how to make love to her like no other man
could.

Right now, just by letting her know how much he wanted her--in any way
she wished--he had opened doors that might otherwise have stayed closed
forever. Inside her was a primal lust that begged for release. It made
her want to fuck her husband every fantastic way under the sun.

Katt worked her cunt on her husband's mighty erection until it was all
inside her. She knew that his longing for her had made it grow bigger,
and that pleased her immensely.

"Your pussy is so tight, baby, it makes me worry that I'm going to cum
too soon," Ted whispered, his eyes full of passion.

The majestic thickness of his cock had to stretch her pussy to its
limits, it was true. And it added new thrills for her too.

With phenomenal restraint, Ted began to fuck Katt's tight box slow and
steady.

On the second inward glide, Katt thrust up before he was halfway back
inside her. Without warning Ted's footage was driven deep into her
nether regions and lodged there.

Katt's back arched high, her head strained back into the bed. A long,
drawn out groan of exquisite pleasure emanated from her throat.

Experienced as he was, Ted still had trouble keeping his load at that
moment. He knew the difference between a groan of pain and a groan of
pleasure. It was all he could do to keep from pounding his nuts against
his wife's cunt like a wild man.

God, Katt was beautiful in the rigors of ecstasy! Her pussy gripped his
cock like a vise. If she kept writhing like that, he'd shoot his load
no matter how hard he tried to hold off.

Gritting his teeth, Ted concentrated on counting to twenty while
visualizing the numbers in his mind. He was not going to shoot off ...
not going to shoot off. With a will or iron, he slid in and out of her
pussy with easy strokes, setting a steady rhythm of motion and
controlling his breathing.

But her body began to thrust and shake beneath him.

Undermined, Ted, uttered a groan of desire. His voice of warning was
thick. "Easy, baby ... easy."

"I c-can't ... you're so good. Fuck me, darling!" Katt tried to thrust
her pelvis up, but found her husband holding her hips down with both
hands, so she was unable to move. Katt moaned and her pussy muscles
began to milk his stiff staff, trying to suck more cock into her hole.

Determined to get her off once or twice before he shot his load, Ted
resumed the slow in and out rhythm, pressing down on her hips for dear
life.

Not knowing why he was doing this, Katt looked up at her husband. His
eyes told her of his ravenous desire. She knew he was teetering on the
edge, but so was she.

Driven to the wall, Katt began to beg her husband to fuck her faster.

"Please ... please, fuck me! Cum in me!"

Without conscious effort on her part, her cunt muscles snapped at his
prick hungrily.

"Deeper, darling ... please drive deeper. Oh, God, Ted, please..."

In a half-savage jungle rhythm, Ted tucked her faster, if quite
disjointedly. He began to use his grip on her hips to raise her up to
meet his thrusts. Deeper, harder, he fucked her. His thrusts were
urgent and sharp. The faster he went, the faster he wanted to go. His
thrusts drove her ass deep into the bed. Piston jabs pounded her
incredibly tight, sucking hump hole.

"Oooohh, Yeesss!" Katt cried, and her hot, sweaty body slammed up,
colliding lustily with her husband's at every stroke. Her long legs
scissored around Ted's strong back, pulling him closer. Gasping out
loud, she drew his dickhead deeper into her cervix.

"Yesss, now you're doing it to me, Darling! Cumming!" she screeched.

Ted drove his swollen dickhead deep into her womb.

Ted knew what was coming next. When her hips shifted into high gear, he
knew he was going to dump his load. His balls had gone taut. His shaft
swelled inside her as the jism rapidly rose into it.

The sounds from Katt's throat made him lose it that much quicker.
Thrusting deep and holding there, the professor was surprised as hell
to feel his wife grabbing a fist full of balls between his legs and
milking them.

"Arrggghhhh!" Ted yelled. He rammed her even deeper and ground his dick
around in her. His cock gave a powerful lurch inside her sucking womb.

Now Ted's cock hurled a funnel of steamy cum into her churning, sucking
pussy.

Out of himself now, Ted's body was completely hers to do with as she
wished--forever! She was sapping his strength, the life out of him, and
it was glorious. He felt like his whole being was dissolving into hers.
They were as one.

Waves of delirium spasmed through Katt. Her orgasm grew ever bigger and
bigger until her body experienced one huge cum.

Holding his cock deep inside her until it stopped spewing fuck-juice,
Ted realized he was shaking. The climactic draining left him weak. He
gazed down at his wife's beautiful face in a kind of mind daze. Then,
Ted leaned over her, half laying on Katt, half supporting himself
weakly on the parallel length of his arm between elbow and hand.

Their jizz mingled. Before long, he felt Katt go limp beneath him. It
was awhile before he gained enough strength to tenderly kiss her.

Love flowing from every pore, Katt drank in the feel of her husband's
body, the masculine strength he exuded. She felt so serene, so content.
Her mind and body were at peace. In her euphoria, Katt knew that her
happiness was at last complete.

"Why are you crying, darling?" Ted asked, his eyes troubled.

Surprised, she said, "I didn't know I was." But she did know how she
felt. "I'm so happy. Oh, Ted, when we were married, I was so sure it
would be this way between us. And now, it is!"

He repeated softly. "Now, it is. It will get even better, I promise
you." He took a deep breath. "After all, we are in India. The first
time I came here, I was eager to experiment with the women who knew the
Kama Sutra--who worship the Kama Sutra. I joined a--cult."

"A cult? You mean..."

Ted nodded. "The Kama Sutra is without liturgy. Skin our vestments. We
worship the phallus and the cunt and faithfully follow the Kama Sutra
in joining them."

"I never dreamed..."

"We both know so little about each other even after two years of
marriage. I was afraid to tell you before, afraid you would think me a
pervert. Now that I know that to be a grave error on my part, I am
asking you. Would you like to come with me to the next gathering?"

Eyes glittery with excitement, she only said one word. "When?"

"Tomorrow night. There's a meeting every week. But I must warn you, our
symbolic fluid is sperm."

"The men will jerk off on me?"

"No, darling. They will all cum in your mouth. After you have drunk
their sperm, you will be one with them. Only then will you be passed
from man to man. Each of your lovers will initiate you in a different
Kama Sutra position. Each will anoint your body with his sperm. This
will continue for five weeks, so as not to tire you with too many
lovers at one time. Only five a night."

"There are twenty-five men in the cult then?"

"Yes. At the end of the five weeks, you will have experienced all the
positions and will become a member of our cult."

"It sounds exciting! Will you be one of the men to initiate me?"

Ted nodded and eased his body off hers. Laying beside her, he
continued.

"Every male member is involved in the initiation of every female
member. And the reverse occurs when a man joins the cult. Once you
become a cultist, you will be responsible for performing your part of
the male initiation rites."

"How many women are in the cult?" Katt felt hot stabs of anticipation
inside her cunt. Slippery juices started to flow, and her breasts
trembled.

Ted was both amazed and upended by her unabashed eagerness. While he
had hoped for this kind of reaction from her, he had in fact expected
her to recoil from his suggestion. At the very least, he thought she'd
offer token resistance as any wife might when suddenly confronted by
this situation. But not Katt. She was no hypocrite! She was not going
to make him work at convincing her to do something she wanted to do all
along.

"There are seventeen women. It is good that there are more males in our
cult. We can keep the females well fucked that way. There are other
cults active in this area. That accounts for such few male members."

Running her index finger around his nipple, making the flesh pucker,
Katt gazed at her husband.

Ted thought Katt glowed, her eyes were bright and excited. After two
years of marriage, she still looked sexually innocent.

No wonder he had held off introducing her to uninhibited sex. Lord
knows her looks belied her true nature and unfortunately, he had not
discovered that until now. Yet he should have read the signs, for he
was finding her totally unpretentious now.

Her flush was not from embarrassment, but from excitement. Her body was
not quivering with fear, but with passion. She was not the least self-
conscious about speaking to him about her desires, showing him her
passionate needs.

He watched her now with a feeling of regret in his soul, an expression
of delight and satisfaction in his face. Ted was nevertheless shaken
when she slid her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a loving
squeeze.

"I want to fuck them all, but tonight, I want to fuck only you," Katt
whispered. "I'll suck your cock hard, darling, so you can stick this
lovely prick back in me, in any of the Kama Sutra positions you want.
You can fuck my brains out! Which is your favourite position?" she
asked, wriggling downward.

Katt took his breath away, and left no shadows across his heart. Ted
revealed in her open desire for him. He felt a warm glow spread through
him. Katt's tongue took long, loving licks on his fast-hardening prick.

Katt knew what to do between his legs now. Her fingers pressed and
worked his ball sacs with relentless enjoyment.

Even this early, Ted was soon struggling to maintain his composure. As
her succulent lips sank over his fully erect cock, taking it into the
hot, moist depths of her mouth, Ted trembled. He didn't want to cum in
her mouth. She wanted to be fucked, and by damn, he'd fuck her!

Before Ted lost his resolve, he drew his wife off his prick and held
her in his arms for a moment to give himself a chance to cool down.

"Darling, I want you!" Katt wailed.

"I know. But you're going too fast. You'll have me blowing too soon."

Breathing unevenly, he stroked her breasts, her back, her buttocks. He
kissed the base of her neck. His hand slipped down over her flat belly
to her magical vee.

Hot and ready, Katt's legs fell open and she quivered hard as his
fingers fondled her pussy. Twisting and shoving her pelvis against his
hand, Katt elicited more pleasure for herself, more pressure.

This long awaited contact with her husband seemed unreal, too wonderful
for her to believe wholly in it.

But it was real. The stiff middle finger of Ted's hand was exquisite,
tangible proof. It played in her honeyed hole, scratching her itch--
almost.

"Your pussy is amazing. I just stretched it all out of shape and it
snapped tight again."

Her flesh thrilled as Ted ground his long finger as deep as it would go
in her horny cunt. His other hand stroked her tits and gently rubbed
her swollen achy nipples.

Suddenly, he pulled his finger out of her cunt and pressed the slick
digit against her erect clit.

"This is my favourite way. I want to fuck you with my fingers and my
cock!"

"In a Kama Sutra position?"

"I don't think so."

Katt undulated fast on his finger as it shot into her love hole. Her
breath came in short, quick gasps. She gazed into her husband's eyes.
They were full of lust, yes, but also admiration and love. She humped
her ass, driving his finger deep into her pussy and rotating on it.

"Fuck me, darling," she moaned. "I don't care how. Just fuck me
forever..." She felt his finger slip from her cunt and whined in
protest.

Ted was elated. His wife was actually begging him for more cock. He was
in no mood to deny her any damned thing in the world, even if he was
worn out. Which he damned well wasn't! He would give her the fuck of
the century. If she had liked the way he reamed her cunt out, just wait
until he reamed it out again.

"You're the best lover in the world," Katt breathed, letting him pull
away from her.

Ted thought she looked a little dazed. He grinned.

"Come into the living room with me, lover." He got off the bed and
strode to the other room.

Katt was stumped, but willing. She got off the bed and followed him
into the living room. Standing behind the chair, Ted beckoned his wife
to him.

"Here, baby," he said, picking her up. He set her up on the back of his
softly padded chair. He tipped her over backwards until she was upside
down, head in the seat, her weight resting on her shoulders. Her feet
and legs were up over the back of the chair.

"Are you comfortable?"

Looking amazed, Katt said, "Yes."

"I can get you a pillow if there isn't enough support in the chair seat
for your shoulders."

"No. It's amazingly comfortable."

"This is a position I favour, not one of the Kama Sutra. I call it,
'The rush of the gods'."

Katt's ragged breathing told him she was outlandishly excited by the
prospect of having him fuck her from behind in the 'ass up' position.
After all, she had admitted that getting fucked doggy fashion was the
way she liked it best.



Chapter 6


"Darling..."

A tall man, Ted stopped over the chair back so that his legs were on
each side of hers and her bottom was against his thighs. Her legs were
over his shoulders. He spit in his palm and rubbed it over his dick.
Then, he rubbed the bloated head of his cock over her sopping love
nest.

"You want it badly, baby?"

"God, yes, Ted, stick it in me good," Katt moaned huskily, eyes
pleading with him. It was nearly unbearable having that cock tease her
lovehole so much, without doing something about it.

Ted never bulldozed at sex. None of the Kama Sutra members ever smashed
into their lovers. It just was not done.

Katt trembled with desire. She stared up between her legs at her
husband, who was high above her.

Deftly, Ted pressed his cock downward until the tip touched her flesh.
He guided his pulsing cockhead to her little love nest and pressed down
until the head popped into her neatly.

In sweet ecstasy, Katt felt the huge bulb slide in.

"Yes! God, yes!" she cried as Ted began to slide all eight thick inches
into her body. She wished she could move, impale herself onto his stiff
prick. But she couldn't.

To keep her from doing just that, Ted had chosen this position instead
of one of the other Kama Sutra positions for fucking. Now he bent her
knees and hooked her legs over the crooks of his elbows. Gripping both
her wrists in his hands, Ted held her. Already highly aroused himself,
Ted knew she would have him popping his rocks off too soon if he let
her move at all, so he meant to control her.

Katt felt a deep, gut-wrenching sensitivity in her body. She moaned
with lust as Ted caught her wrists and held her hands back so that she
could not even touch him.

"Your cunt is on fire," her husband mumbled, standing over her. He
began to fuck his fabulously hard dick down into her.

Nothing he could do would stop Katt from shuddering with desire. Her
entire body began to suck in his cock. He could see her large, red clit
pulse excitedly.

All at once, Katt felt Ted's cock push deeper into her pussy. She
whined with pleasure.

"God, oh God, darling ... Fuck me! I can't move! Drive it in me faster,
harder!" Her entire body throbbed with emotion and sensual pleasure.

All at once, he turned her wrists loose. "Play with your tits!" His
fingers entwined in her hair and he grasped it loosely, not pulling,
just holding fistfuls of it.

"Play with your tits, baby ... Roll your nipples, tug on them," Ted
whispered encouragingly.

"Like this?"

"Yes, you sexy doll ... God, baby, I love fucking you like this!"

"Give it to me faster!" she gasped, wild for the wild orgasm that she
knew would come.

"Not yet. I want this fuck to last, baby. Play with those big
knockers," he hissed, thrusting his pecker deep into her love snatch at
a steady, maddening pace.

Plowing his cock in and out of Katt's cunt, Ted watched her play with
her tits, which he had never seen her do before. She ran her fingers
over first one and then the other, stretched the nipples away from the
flesh and then mashed her tits down, rolling them flat beneath her
palm.

"If Bhadra was here, I'd have her suck your tits!" He groaned, pressing
his pelvis lower and lower, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her
intestines.

It took her by surprise. "Bhadra ... suck my breasts?"

"Sure. Women in the cult make love to each other all the time. You
might as well learn with our servant.

"But you fuck her!"

"And so will you. We will both fuck and suck our servant."

"Together?"

"Yes, of course. I will enjoy watching the two of you suck and hump
each other, and you can watch me screw Bhadra."

"I'd like watching you." Never having been with a woman before, Katt
was momentarily worried about doing it herself with Bhadra. She did not
know how. Her current passion was too strong to concentrate on anything
but her pleasure of the moment.

Letting her know what he would expect her to do with Bhadra, he said,
"You will love the taste of her pussy, especially after I've fucked
her."

"Yes! I will, darling!"

"Like this?" he asked, beginning to jackhammer his randy dick into his
wife's horny body now.

"More! More!" she cried, realizing that she would do anything that Ted
wanted her to do.

"Eat those suckers!" Ted cried, jabbing his hard cock into her.

It took Katt a moment to realize that he was talking to someone else in
the room. She glanced to her left. Then to her right. Bhadra was there,
naked, her beautiful brown skin smooth and inviting. Katt couldn't
believe the great hanging size of her breasts. They were huge hanging
things. Bhadra advanced and they swayed and jounced on her chest.

Dazedly, Katt realized that her horny husband had just told their
servant to eat those suckers. She could only assume that he had meant
for Bhadra to suck his balls.

Wrong! Her ayah leaned over her and took Katt's rigid nipple into her
mouth and sucked it passionately. In the process, the huge hanging
mammaries fell over Katt's face, nearly smothering her. Katt let go of
her own tits and lifted her ayah's off her face. Even so, the huge
nipples pressed urgently against Katt's lips.

Too wild with passion to turn down a luscious meal like that, Katt
opened her mouth and sucked on the giant tips. Taking extreme pleasure
in sucking the nipples, perhaps because her own were being thrillingly
sucked at the same time, Katt gobbled them heartily.

Ted thought this scene between his ayah and his wife pure delight. His
cock screwed Katt's pussy while their servant ate her tits. Many other
times, women had made love to females he happened to be fucking. But it
had never aroused Ted as much as now, with Katt. He nearly lost his
load on the spot when he realized her mouth was busy nursing Bhadra's
tits.

The professor was aware that, for an Indian woman, Bhadra had huge
breasts. Without a bra, they hung heavily on her chest. They had dark
brown aureole, four inches across and the nipples were nearly the size
of a man's thumb.

Realizing that what she was doing must be exciting Ted, Katt was
delighted when he started fucking her in frantic abandon.

Ted shoved his cock downward. Every plunge of his dick in her body was
like an electric shock to his system. His hard cock rammed into her
lovehole and his balls slapped the back of her thighs. He was going to
release his hot load any minute!

Bhadra wanted to suck the mem-sahib as soon as the sahib had filled her
pussy full. So, the servant let go of the tit and quick as a flash was
behind him. She knew from two years of experience what the professor
liked.

Grabbing his balls, Bhadra unceremoniously scratched her fingers over
his ass and listened to his cries of ecstasy with extreme satisfaction.
Soon he would be done and she would be free to suck the cunt and ass
that she had been lusting after for so long! Ted was bashing down into
Katt's pussy now, crying out unintelligible things. Somehow, he managed
to gasp, "Up your ass!" Ted shoved his dick as deep as it would go and
blasted her cunt so full that the stuff gushed out around his prick and
flooded her upturned bottom.

The moment Bhadra let go of her tits, Katt began to masturbate her clit
feverishly. Now, feeling Ted flood her lovehole with a scalding load of
sperm, Katt exploded. She had a climax in her mind and her pussy at the
same time.

She came close to fainting. And when Katt finally began to rally, she
felt a loving tongue licking her passion-juices pussy. Dazed, she saw
that it was Bhadra, her female servant--her ayah.

Face still passion-drawn, Ted stood beside their servant, watching the
Indian woman lick his wife's snatch.

"Up, up her, now," Ted said to the woman, tapping at his wife's full
asshole with his fingertip. "There is plenty of my ball jizz running
down her ass. He dipped a finger between Katt's cheeks and then offered
it to Bhadra to lick clean.

"Aaahhhhh!" The woman made an excited sound of pleasure as she licked.

"Tastes like ambrosia, eh?" he asked, now working his finger into
Bhadra's cunt.

Katt's whole body quaked beneath her ayah's delving tongue as it
spooned out her husband's sperm from her lower regions.

Ted noticed that Katt now seemed uneasy. He told Bhadra to go back to
sucking her cunt and clit.

"Give her an orgasm with your mouth and hands, get her used to woman
love, and I'll give you a good fucking.

Katt watched her husband position himself behind their Indian servant.
He was going to fuck Bhadra! Katt knew when he thrust his cock into the
Indian woman, because her mouth butted Katt's cunt.

"I want to watch you fuck her!" Katt gasped, her fevered snatch
flooding itself with more broth. But Ted did not stop fucking. Nor did
Bhadra stop sucking. Soon, Katt was feeling too much rapture to want to
move.

Bhadra flicked her tongue in and out of the delicious pussy.

Realizing the mem-sahib was about to squirt in her mouth, Bhadra thrust
her tongue deep into her cunt and worked her clit with her fingers.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth!" Katt gasped, not knowing how the
woman would take it if she did.

"Do it, darling! Bhadra wants your cum in her mouth!" he cried,
twisting his cock in the Indian's pussy and humping back and forth
wildly.

All at once, Bhadra did the same thing that Ted had done to Katt
earlier. She closed her lips over Katt's big clit and sucked! She
rammed three bunched fingers up Katt's pussy and fucked her fast.

The same kind of shock waves--passionate, intense, passed through Katt
with the force of a speeding atom. Her pleasure-wracked body whirled
into oblivion. Unable to move, she cried out and her internal organs
did the rest. Katt's cunt exploded in orgasm.

Bhadra wriggled her tongue on the clit, fucking her fingers into the
hot cunt of the mem-sahib. Then she felt her own pussy snap tight on
the sahib's fat dick.

Ted came, pouring out his spunk in his ayah's lovehole by the quart.
His voice was thick with passion.

"You made her cum in your mouth, so I'll give you a load in the
snatch."

As soon as he pulled his prick out of the woman's cunt, he helped Katt
right herself in the chair. He picked her up and carried her to the
bedroom. Solicitously, Ted lay her down on the bed.

"Was getting sucked off by a woman good for you, baby?"

Katt gazed at her husband's adored face and purred, amazed that it
really had been. "It was stupendous."

"I'm glad you liked having our servant service you. It excited me
watching, baby. Anytime I see a female mouth on cunt, ass or tit, I get
excited, but not ever as much as this time."

"I wanted to watch you fuck her body, darling. Did you pour the love
juices from your nuts deep into her lovehole?"

"I sure did, baby. Want to see?"

Katt nodded.

"Bhadra!"

"Sahib?" she asked, coming into the room.

"Stand up here on the bed and bend over. The mem-sahib will see my
sperm in your body."

The woman eagerly did as she was told, and used her fingers to spread
her pussy open, so Katt could see how gooey it was.

Staring up at the frothy hole, Katt felt a stirring in her loins again.
She was becoming insatiable.

"It's full of my spunk, darling. Does it excite you?"

"Yes! God, Ted, looking at her cunt has got me hot again."

"Good. Later, you will love to kiss it and eat it, but right now, I
have a surprise for you, darling." He motioned for Bhadra to get down
off the bed.

"Send him in."

Bhadra nodded, glanced at Katt and smiled. Then, she went out.

"Who?" She struggled to sit up.

"Hazun, Hunter's servant. He is damn hot for you. It occurred to me
that I can not give you all the cock you want. So, I worked out a deal
with Hazun. He has promised to keep us informed of Hunter's moves and
plans, if he can screw you." Ted chuckled. "Not a bad deal, eh? We get
our cake and eat it too. But, you don't have to agree if you don't want
to," he quickly assured her, sitting down on the side of the bed.

Recalling how Hazun had frigged off while watching Hunter screw her,
Katt grew excited.

"I thought you'd go for the idea," Ted chuckled, and looked up as Hazun
came into the room.

Naked, his cock stuck out obscenely from his loins and swayed
menacingly as he crossed the room.

"So big ... I didn't realize it was so huge."

"Your hole will stretch to take it, we proved that, baby."

Despite her raunchy excitement, Katt had her doubts. It pleased her
that Ted brought the man to her. Obviously, Ted wanted Katt to fuck the
servant with the big prick. The deal he'd worked out about Hunter was
just the icing on the cake.

"It must be a foot long!" she gasped.

"More. It measures in at 13 3/4"."

"You measured it?" She sounded shocked.

Ted chuckled. "Common knowledge. Hazun and I are old friends. He's a
member of the cult."

"Oh." Bigger may not be better, but it was certainly exciting.

Hazun's eyes had not left her golden-fleeced cunt for one second since
entering the room. He said a prayer to Brahma that she would agree to
let him screw her in exchange for information about his sahib. The
sahib was not a good man. Hazun did not favour his unkind actions to
others. And if sahib Hunter was trying to steal from the professor and
India, Hazun would do all in his power to stop him. Besides, he did not
want Hunter to screw the golden lady again.

Katt held out her hands to Hazun, and he came eagerly, his big cock
swaying between his dark thighs. There was lust stamped all over his
aquiline features.

"You promise to tell us everything that Hunter plans to do if I let you
screw me?" she asked, stroking his mighty erection with the tips of her
fingers.

Hazun's lust for her would have made him promise her the moon. He
admired and liked the professor, and he liked her too. He would keep
his promise faithfully.

"Her pussy is tight." Ted said, his eyes full of concern, "so take it
easy."

The majestic thickness of Hazun's cock was intimidating. Katt knew it
would stretch her pussy far more than even her husband's had. But she
needed it inside her.

"Would you like to fuck me now, Hazun?" she murmured. How naughty she
was getting. Knowing that Ted would be watching her take it that way
made Katt feel even naughtier.

Surprising her, Hazun sat down on the bed. He leaned back, supporting
his weight on his outstretched arms.

"Back up to me and sit on it, or face me and sit on it, mem-sahib." He
hoped she would face him so he could see that wonderful pubic mound and
maybe play with her tits a little. He could even manipulate her clit
nicely in that position.

Ted stepped aside. Katt, he thought was beautiful, in her rosy-faced
exhilaration. Even though Ted thought she was biting off more than she
could chew, having sex with over a foot of randy meat, he did not try
to dissuade her.

Breathing heavy, Katt stood up on the bed, backed up, and squatted
between Hazun's slender thighs. With a groan of desire, Katt thrust her
lovehole down on the upright pillar. Again and again, she hornily
jabbed her ass down on it, steadily driving it inch by inch into her
throbbing pussy.

Amazed and sweating, Ted watched.

Hazun was sweating even harder. His teeth were clamped tight. His body
began to thrust and shake beneath her.

Ted muttered a horny groan of desire and amazement. "You've crammed his
whole dick into your body, baby. Easy, baby ... ride him easy."

"Fuck me, Hazun!" Katt thrust herself up and down forcefully.

Hazun's hands were around her, playing with her pussy and clit.

Ted dived between her knees and told her to lean back against Hazun's
chest and let him drill her ass.

Knowing he had something exciting in the offing, Katt did as he told
her. Her cunt muscles began to milk Hazun's super-cock.

That's when Ted shocked her by going down on her. He licked and sucked
her clit like mad while Hazun fucked her.

Hazun, finding his fingers supplanted by the sahib's tongue, moved them
up to stroke and fondle her tits. Then, he lowered his head and nibbled
the sweet flesh of her neck and thrust his dong into her sucking hole.

"Deeper, Hazun. Fuck me deeper! Oh, God, Ted, you're both going to make
me cum!"

Deeper and faster, Hazun fucked her, his hands holding her hips now,
holding her on his prick as he plowed into her. He couldn't hold off,
despite his intensive training. He had never fucked any woman who
aroused him this much.

"Oh, yes!" Katt cried, and her hot, sperm-laden lovehole slammed up and
down on her lover's dick while her husband sucked her clit.

"Do it to me!" she screeched.

Driving into her deeply, Hazun let his cock have its head.

That was all Ted needed to observe. He came up on the bed between her
knees, aimed his dick at her cunt and fired his load.

Cum splattered all over. It hit her pubic mound, her cock-filled
lovehole, her belly, her thighs.

The sounds Katt was making told both men that they had been very
successful in bringing her to a super climax.

Hazun grunted, holding his prick in her as deep as it would go. He felt
his cock fling a load of jizz into her golden snatch ringed by the
exciting blonde hair. He would forever be her love slave. There was
nothing in the world he would not do for her.

The orgasm that tore through Katt was so intense that her entire body
stiffened in rigor.

Holding his cock until it stopped seething and spewing fuck-juice, Ted
realized he was shaking. He'd had no intention of joining in--had been
down for the count, and glad to have a relief fucker to service his
wife. Hazun, Ted knew, was capable of screwing Katt all night long.
Yet, Ted had gotten horny, and to his amazement, found himself in the
action again.

This young, sexy wife of his might very well become too much for him to
handle, even with help. After all, there was ten year's difference in
their ages. Cult-fucking was what she needed!

The climactic draining left Ted weak. He gazed at Katt, still seated on
Hazun's lusty fuck stick, and saw her only half-clearly through the
mist which had formed behind his eyes.

"Didn't hurt yourself, did you, baby?"

"Hurt? Oh, no, darling, I don't hurt."

Hazun lifted her and pressed her forward, so her head would have been
right in Ted's crotch if he hadn't moved aside. Ted did so quickly,
sure he would never be able to survive another climax should she take
his wang in her mouth and revive it--again.

Hazun had no such worries. He used his hands to fondle her bottom and
getting on his knees behind Katt, he began to lick her ass cheeks. He
sucked her fanny until he was satiated with it and his prong was
throbbing between his legs.

He turned her over on her back then, and went down on her. He rubbed
his face and cheeks and nose over her cunt and licked the muff hair. He
took mouthfuls of pubic fur, and lapped and licked it.

"Do you want him to continue, baby, or are you tired?" Ted asked.

"Let Hazun kiss my pussy, darling. I'd like one more fuck. Do you want
to screw me?"

"I've had it, baby. It's up to Hazun to give you more, I'm afraid."

"I wanted tonight to be for us," she pouted prettily.

"Want to send Hazun away?"

She grinned. "No. Absolutely not!"

Hazun spoke then. "Would you not mind if I fuck you, in a position that
enables me to view the beautiful, golden hair--of your wonderful
pussy?" Hazun inquired politely.

"You like the colour?" Katt asked, feeling pleased and willing to grant
him anything for one more go at his dick. "Fuck me any way you want!"

Ted lovingly watched his wife press Hazun's mouth to her pussy. He
really marveled at her. Even performing such an indecent act in front
of him, she still looked as sexually innocent as a nun.

There was no regret in Ted now. He was making it up to her, would
continue to make up to her for lost time. He planned to see that Katt
got all the sex she wanted.

Hazun was red-hot. Her golden pussy turned him on like none before. He
found himself struggling once again to control his excitement.

"Hazun, will you fuck me now?" Katt wailed.

Breathing unevenly, he immediately crawled up between her legs, and
supported on his knees, used his cock head to titillate her clit.

"You would have me stick it into you again?"

"Yes, back into my cunt with you." She saw the pulse beat in the side
of his temple. His cock slid down over her clit to the wet, slurping
snatch.

Hot and ready, Katt's legs fell open and she quivered hard as Hazun's
cockhead nosed into her hole. Twisting and shoving her pelvis against
it, Katt knew she was hurrying the process too quickly again, but was
too horny to wait.

Her flesh thrilled as the Indian worked his long hard prick into her
inch by inch again. It was stretching her so marvelously. There was
that same feeling of incredible, exciting fullness that she had felt
with Ted. Only this time, the feeling borderlined on discomfort.

Hazun began to sweat. He grunted, panted, worked at restraining himself
from plunging in too forcefully. With Herculean strength, he finally
managed to get it all packed inside her cunt.

Tentatively, Katt undulated on his cock, once it was imbedded deep in
her belly.

Suddenly, she flew into action. "Fuck me, Hazun!"

He drew his cock out and as he was just making a return glide, she
slammed her pelvis upward without warning.

Hazun cried out as his big cock shot up her cunt like a rocket. His
balls cracked against her ass smartly. She cried out. Worried, Hazun
cast a glance at the sahib, fearing the professor would believe the
unruly force to be Hazun's fault.

But, having fallen for Katt's eager passions himself, Ted turned his
palms upward and shrugged. "There is no stopping her, no matter how big
the cock," he said.

Her breath came in short, quick gasps.

"He's fucking me, darling," she moaned. "Stretching my pussy..." She
felt Hazun's long fingers slip over her ass and she whined
passionately.

Ted was elated. His wife was fucking like crazy. If he had been capable
of it, he would have thrown her another fuck. But he wasn't up to it.
Still, he could enjoy this screw with her and heighten her pleasure.

"You're the best lover in the world," Katt breathed, as her husband's
mouth came down to suck her nipple.

Ted grinned, and then licked her tingling bud.

Katt's ragged breathing told him she was outlandishly excited by the
prospect of having him nurse her tits while another man fucked her.

Her nipples stiffened even more beneath the manipulation of his fingers
and mouth.

Katt responded to her husband's caresses with fervour. They intensified
the fucking Hazun was giving her like nothing else could. As he sucked
her nipple, he made her cunt twitch on the Indian's cock. She reached
up and grasped Ted's balls and tugged on them.

His cock remained limp, and the prospect of her husband becoming
impotent frightened her. Now that they had discovered each other
sexually, nothing so horrible as that must befall them. The fear
rapidly diminished her pleasure.

"Leave my balls alone, baby," Ted groaned. "I need a rest before I can
fuck you again. Tomorrow, you can have all my prick that you want!"

A rest, that was all Ted needed? Relieved, Katt let herself go and
enjoyed the sucking and fucking.

Hazun's motions were carefully controlled. That golden pussy spread out
before him had his balls in an uproar. He had to carefully execute
every movement, every breath he took, pray to Brahma that she would not
make any wild exciting moves that would bring him off prematurely.

Wetting his finger in his mouth, Hazun twirled it around her erect
clit. It was far bigger than any he had come in contact with before.
Since little clits were known to be highly sensitive, it made sense
that a much bigger one would be super sensitive. It would be easy to
get her off before he lost it. Without warning, Hazun took it between
thumb and forefinger and began to frig it up and down, just like a
little cock.

Now her entire body was on fire. Katt rammed her pelvis up and down in
mindless eagerness for her cum, driving his cock in and out of her
womb.

At the same time, Hazun fervently played with her tits.

Whimpering, her body twisted left and right, rocking herself, her head
arching back, Katt gave out a cry of ecstasy.

Forcing his dick deep as it would go, Hazun drove swift, short thrusts
into her cunt. He could feel the surges of sperm splash up his fuck-
stalk. The tension in his pole was unbelievable now. He was going to
blow his load deep into her belly, fill her up with his seed. His brain
foggy, he watched her golden pussy contract, felt her big clit jerk
between his fingers.

His body gave up his sizzling liquid load. It gushed into her cunt so
hard that he was certain it would blow her apart.

Katt wrapped her legs around Hazun and held him tight in her as she
gave him back just as much juice, flooding his dick.

The splashing of his sperm inside her made her entire body respond in
orgasmic heat. She felt Ted's teeth bite into her flesh, then both his
hands squeeze her tits, and knead them.

"Let yourself go, baby. Fuck that cock. Screw, baby. Pour your sweet
cream all over it. That's it, pump it out, baby. Let it go, I'm here,
right here, and it's okay. I want you to enjoy yourself on his cock."

Before his prick even began to soften, Hazun pulled it out of her so he
could eat her cunt.

Wide-eyed, Katt stared down at the Indian who seemed so very taken by
her pussy. He was lovingly licking her pussy, his tongue ladling out
their juices.

She let him eat his fill, and then, she sent him away. She and Ted had
quick baths and then she led her husband to bed.

Katt held Ted to her breast and whispered how much she loved him. Their
breathing quieted. Both drifted off to sleep.

Neither of them woke until Bhadra aroused them the following morning.



Chapter 7


The sun was high in the desert sky, and still Hunter had not appeared
at the dig like he threatened. Katt wondered if Hunter had been picked
up by the police. She spoke with Ted about it, but he had heard
nothing. Finally, she asked Ted to send Sandor to speak with Hazun.

Sandor returned a short while later saying that Hazun was just as
puzzled as they were. His sahib had not returned last evening as
expected.

Throughout the morning, Katt worked side by side with Ted. The workers
had unearthed several bone shards, and it was a couple of these that
Katt held ready to foist on Hunter as their sole finds. By noon, Hunter
had still not put in an appearance.

Katt decided that she would take her kit home and date the skeletal
bones beneath the bed, and begin treating them. She would have Sandor
stand guard outside the hut and alert her if Hunter should appear. She
knew she could also count of Bhadra to assist her.

But Hunter did not interrupt her work that afternoon either.

Ted arrived early and reminded Katt, "There is a meeting of the cult
tonight. I think you should stop now and bathe."

No one wore clothing at the meeting. Katt and Ted disrobed in one of
the tiny dressing rooms provided. They hung their clothes neatly on
wall hooks.

"Ted, I'm scared," Katt murmured when her skirt had been hung and every
crease smoothed out of it.

"You are beautiful, and a much awaited treat for these Indians. They
are all taken with blonde-haired women. Don't be frightened. They are a
kind, loving people, and will treat you with respect. You already know
three of them."

"I do?"

"Bhadra, Sandor and Hazun."

"They are all members of the cult?"

"Yes, ma'am. And so am I." Her husband smiled at her, and his voice
softened. "I will be with you."

"Promise to stay with me until I loosen up?"

Ted nodded and held the door open for her. Heart in her throat, Katt
stepped forward with her fears, determined to face the sea of strange
new faces.

It felt as if a thousand eyes were on her, when there was only forty-
two sets. Noisy conversation petered out. The quiet became deafening.
Katt blushed from head to toe and pressed against Ted. His arm came
around her waist, and she found comfort and courage in it.

In a voice that easily carried throughout the entire room, Ted said
with pride, "I would like to introduce my wife and fellow
archaeologist, Katt MacNeil."

Everyone seemed to murmur greetings at once. Still they were very
orderly as they fell into a ragged line and filed past her, shaking her
hand and telling her who they were.

It was the craziest feeling Katt had ever had. Here she was, standing
nude, in a receiving line, being formally introduced to men and women
just as naked as she was!

The really odd thing was that not one of the men let their hands or
even their eyes wander lower than her face. They did not make any lewd
remarks, or smirk knowingly. She might have been the belle of the ball,
dressed in a gown and wearing a tiara on her head.

Katt began to relax and enjoy the pleasant exchange with those who
spoke English. She felt Ted's sustaining arm fall from around her
waist.

The first man in line was also the last man in line. Katt vaguely
remembered Ted saying that he was the head man of the cult and calling
him High Principal. He took her hand again and spoke to both her and
Ted.

"It is our unanimous agreement that you will not undergo the normal
initiation, Katt MacNeil. It is obvious to us that you are a bit
nervous, and we have no wish to put you through any undue stress. Your
husband is a member of good standing here. Therefore, we shall forego
the sperm ceremony and begin the Kama Sutra instructions."

Ted was impressed. Nothing of this nature had ever occurred in any of
the Indian cults he had belonged to in twenty years. Evidently, the
High Principal and the other males really had the hots for Katt, and
were taking no chances of her being offended by their unusual rituals.

"We are honoured, High Principal," he replied, bending his head
downward. With proper respect in his voice for the High Principal Of
Desire, Ted said, "You would do me greater honour, to be the first one
to instruct my wife."

Dazed, Katt stood there, listening, and still didn't believe what was
happening. Ted was offering her cunt to this tall, elegant man of India
whom he referred to as, "High Principal Of Desire."

"The honour shall be mine. Come..." He held out a broad, dark hand to
Katt.

She did not look at Ted. She firmly placed her hand in his and let him
lead her away.

The High Principal Of Desire took her through the room with a striking,
cathedral ceiling. Tall gold candelabras softened, and cast an
impression of opulence over the plump pillows and low couches that
seemed to be grouped here and there. The room was a study of subtle,
muted colours of the desert.

As they climbed up three steps, she realized they were on a broad
stage, overlooking the entire room. In the center was a bed, to the
left of it, an armless lounge and a couple of straight back chairs. To
the right of it were more desert coloured floor cushions in opulent
fabrics scattered about. And above them, of all things, hung a swing
from a beam in the ceiling.

Speaking gently, so as not to frighten her more, the High Principal
spoke softly to Katt. "Shall we just lay down on the bed, side by side
and talk a moment? Your heart is beating like that of a frightened
bird." He drew her down so that they lay facing each other.

"You are a beautiful woman ... beautiful." He ran his hands over her
arms, but was careful to avoid touching her breasts. "Are you
frightened of me, or of so many eyes?" he asked kindly.

"Not afraid, actually. Just skittish."

"You have made love to a man other than your husband?"

"Yes."

"Then it is doing it before his eyes that worries you?"

"No, not that," Katt admitted, not understanding it herself. "I have
made love to a man in front of my husband."

"Then you are ready. I am always first, since it is my right as the
head of this cult. Although I waved the sperm ritual, I will now claim
it for myself. You see, I enjoy the oral, mutual pleasure of the Kama
Sutra, which you most likely refer to as the "69'."

Katt glanced down at his cock for the first time. It was about six
inches long at full stand. Pinkish-brown in colour, it was slender and
had a small head. It would certainly not gag her. She was pleased.

"It is my duty to begin your teachings in control. In this side by side
position, we will stimulate each other until we feel the juice begin to
rise. Then, we will break contact. You may still use your fingers to
stimulate me, to keep my cock stiff, and I will continued to stimulate
you.

"When the danger of orgasm has passed, we will resume oral contact. In
this manner, we will be able to prolong our sex act for hours. It is
possible, if you are very adept at the art of building tension in me,
of maintaining it at a high level without letting me climax. Then I
will reward you with continual orgasms like you have never before had."

"Why would not you wish to cum many times also?"

"Ahhh, you will learn that answer for yourself--soon. But I will tell
you this. Such prolonged tension, in a man, is a coveted act, for when
he does ultimately ejaculate, the sensations are vastly intensified."

"I may touch any part of your body?"

"Any part."

His fingers traced an arc around her nipple and as Katt watched, her
brain sent a message to her nerve centres. She felt an erotic tug at
her uterus, and a warmth flood her abdominal area.

The High Principal Of Desire's prick had risen stiffly long before he
had touched her glorious breast, for he had sneaked a peek at her bush.
It was not seemly for him to be so taken with her golden hair. Yet he
was, and he struggled to conceal his vulnerability to her as well as to
his cult followers. Truth be known, the High Principal was somewhat
nervous himself. What if he should disgrace himself, and cum in her
mouth, before the minimum hour was up?

Katt did not find the man of India all that sexy or attractive. But she
did become excited thinking about him sucking her pussy. Also, Ted and
all the others would be watching him do it to her.

Determined to show restraint this time in her lovemaking, Katt reached
down and began to lightly stroke the High Principal's cock.

In turn, he insinuated a finger into the core of Katt's tight,
lubricating pussy and wriggled it around. Gazing down at his hand
against the blonde hair, he realized it was a grave mistake to look at
her pussy. It would be his undoing. His cock lurched drunkenly in her
hand.

Flushed, Katt knew he was going to work her into a froth and then not
let her cum. She tried to keep her body from reacting to his fingers.
To her chagrin, she seemed to have little control over her body's
response. It did it without her permission. She would disgrace herself
and Ted by acting like a slut.

"I'll never learn restraint," she whispered to her new consort.

"Do you find me that desirable?" he inquired, sounding pleased rather
than the other way around.

Katt told the truth without bruising the man's ego. "You are driving me
crazy."

He whispered, "You are also tempting me. I shall have to keep my eyes
closed and not gaze upon the fair hair as I go down on you."

"You are taken with the colour?"

He nodded a bit shamefully.

"In the United States, there are many blonde women."

Her eyes closed dreamily and her pelvis began to thrust rhythmically as
the High Principal's finger probed her depths deliciously, then came
out to caress her clit. Katt stirred faster, her heart in a flutter.
Suddenly, she felt hopeless. She was going to come off right now. She
couldn't hold back.

Couldn't...

As his fingers moved slowly over her love-bud, Katt became more
agitated. Harsh, breathy moans of desire welled up in her throat and
seemed to fill the small room.

Instantly, he pulled his hand away. Katt's eyes flew open. She was
aquiver.

Gazing at her, he smiled slightly and winked. "You are beautiful when
your face is all flushed with desire--for me," he added and pivoted
around on the bed in the 69 position.

Katt had crashed out of passion and into reality. This surprised her.
Why did she have to learn restraint to heighten her orgasmic pleasure?
It was already so intense at times that it nearly drove her mad when
she came.

The spicy musk of his hot sex emanated from him as his crotch came even
with her face. It was a pleasant smell, even heady. She took his prick
in her hand. It jerked excitedly. She wondered how long he would be
able to keep teasing her without driving himself to orgasm in the
process? Was there a trick to holding off? If so, she wished she knew
what the hell it was. She should have asked Ted.

Ted ... Katt's glance held the room, at least that part that was in her
line of vision. She did not spot Ted.

But Ted was there, watching her from a soft lounge deep in the room.
With him was Bhadra and Sandor and Hazun. The latter was speaking
softly to Ted about Hunter.

The High Principal's eyes honed in on her pussy and she began to feel
on shaky ground. Even so, he spread her legs and looked at the pink
perfection snuggled in the center of the soft, blonde curls. He took an
in-depth look at her cunt. It was wide open before him.

Katt felt him spread her open and inspect her pussy. She held her leg
up for him, stuck her tongue out and licked the drop of oil off his
cock slit. It tasted salty and rich and she lapped the head again and
again.

Inviting, exciting, he wanted to drive his tongue into her pussy and
feel that golden muff hair caress his face. But mindful of his
position, the High Principal slid his head between her thighs and
delicately titillated her flesh with his tongue, holding himself in
check. Another strike against him was that he wanted to make her climax
in his mouth. Instead, he must keep her from doing so. It was his duty
to teach her to build sexual tension for as long as possible. Excitedly
horny, he thrust his tongue in and out of her slit anyway.

A cunnilingus lover, Katt jerked and cried out with the thrill of it.
The High Principal Of Desire had an experienced tongue, but it was not
as good as Ted's. Still, it had a magic about it as it flitted here and
there, touching her clit only briefly. For certain, he was taking no
chance of her cumming just yet.

At least, that is what Katt thought, until she felt his mouth leach
onto her pussy and ravenously suck at her juices, making her quiver all
over. Confused, she felt her desires catapult toward heightened
excitement.

Katt thrust her hips up and down. Rapidly, the tension of climax built
toward a peak. "Eat it! Suck it! Oh, God, yes!" Katt hissed as his
mouth turned into a sucking machine.

This lusty lady was loving his mouth! He plunged his tongue deeper in
her hole and tongue-fucked her lustily. His cock had never been harder,
nor his balls so spring-loaded, so he had to be cautious. He wouldn't
be able to tease her much longer, or he would be the one facing an
unwarranted orgasm.

When the High Principal's tongue delved deep inside her asshole, Katt's
body writhed and she mashed her cunt against his face.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth!" she warned, and crammed his cock into
her own mouth.

The High Principal Of Desire grunted and stopped his ravenous eating.
He shoved her hips away from him and cautiously eased his hips back,
drawing his cock from her mouth before he spilled his load.

To Katt's amazement, the High Principal brought her to the summit time
after time. She could only assume that she had done the same for him.

Nearly two unbelievable hours later, he finally let her cum. Multiple
orgasms roll through her. Like exquisite items on an assembly line,
they just kept coming, feeding through her. She was dizzy, her body
strained to the limit of ecstasy, and still they rolled on. At one
point, her mouth filled with jism and she gulped it down. When he
stopped sucking her off, Katt did not know. She thought she had
fainted, for when she came around, Ted was beside her on the bed, and
her lover had gone.

Ted assured himself that his wife was all right.

"Was it good?"

"Glorious orgasm," she whispered weakly.

Ted smiled. "That's what we all say after the first lesson in control."

"I had no idea why he wanted me to hold off ... what he was talking
about ... Oh, God, darling, it was worth it!"

One of the women brought a glass of wine to her. Katt sat up, leaned
against the headboard of the bed and accepted it gratefully. As she
sipped the heady wine, she watched the woman go to the foot of the bed.

The woman crawled up between Katt's legs and moved them apart.

Eyes round, Katt gazed about her. "Ted--what..."

Ted reached for Katt's hand and squeezed it. "She lubricates you for
the next man."

"Is it going to be another lesson in restraint?" Katt allowed the woman
to part her legs and even scrunched down on the bed so she had plenty
of room to perform her duty.

Ted chuckled. "Despite the pleasure, you hate that, don't you? Well,
you will learn that it does have its advantages. Restraint is
practiced, yes, but mostly, the rest of your initiation is the
instruction of position."

"Good, I'm not sure I can stand more restraint tonight. My orgasm was
ecstasy in its purest form. It must have been. No human could possibly
stand it any more pure. But I want to be balled hard and fast now."

"You must still restrain yourself or the High Principal will feel that
he has failed with his first lesson. Are you ready for another lesson?"
Ted asked, glancing at his watch.

"With you?"

"No. As your husband, I will be last. It would be ill-mannered to go
before the others." He raised his hand and beckoned to someone.

Out of the crowd came a short, heavy-set man. His penis was big,
perhaps eight inches long, and nearly as thick as Ted's.

When the man stepped up on the platform, the Indian woman got off the
bed and smeared lubricant on his poker-stiff erection.

"This is Jhansa, darling," he reminded her, sure that Katt had not
caught his name the first time around. "He does not speak English, so I
will tell you ... he does 'the swing'." Ted left her with the man then.

Smiling, Jhansa took her hand and gently guided her from the bed. He
took the glass of wine from her hand and sat it on a low table.

He led her to the swing and sat her in it. Then, he started her
swinging gently.

Having read about the position, Katt knew what to expect. Finding it
exciting, she did her part by raising her legs and spreading them
apart. She was thankful for the heavy dose of lubrication with which
the woman had laved her pussy.

A few feet in front of her, Jhansa planted his feet wide to brace
himself. His pelvis strained forward, in a direct line with her pussy
hole.

Highly aroused herself, Katt couldn't wait to swing into him and spear
herself. She believed this was definitely not sex that either of them
would be expected to exhibit restraint.

The man gave her another little push and stepped closer.

Katt swayed forward.

Jhansa had adeptly aimed his cock correctly and it dipped into her
hole.

Katt gasped, finding herself swinging backward almost before her mind
registered that she had been penetrated by eight randy inches of meat.

She was pleased to hear Jhansa groan too. It meant that he was just as
excited by 'the swing' as she was and would not wish to hold off their
orgasms.

Back and forth she swung, and each time, he penetrated her cunt, until
Katt was so highly aroused that she needed longer contact. Just a
second longer would get her off. She could not get off on such short,
quick jabs.

Katt cried out to Jhansa, hoping he would somehow understand what she
wanted him to do.

"Grab the swing! Stop it and fuck me!"

He did not react. Katt found her desire building to a screaming pitch.

Back and forth, back and forth. Her pussy was sopping wet with juices
intermixed with the lube. She opened her mouth and flung her head
backwards in desperate, wild need.

Half-mad with lust, she wondered how would the High Principal take it
if she jumped out of the swing, dragged her lover to the ground, and
impaled herself on his cock.

Saving her from herself in the nick of time, he grabbed hold of her ass
as she swung forward and held her cunt locked tight on his spitting
cock.

"Argh! God! Yes! Cum in me!"

As his erupting shaft foamed tons of jism into her, Jhansa's pelvis
thrust spasmodically, setting his round belly quivering like a bowl
full of Jello. Orgasmic, his prick continued to jerk and rampage in her
cunt until it had cast out the last glob of spunk.

At the same time, Katt's milky juices let go. Tremendous pleasure swept
through her, leaving nothing untouched. Her body stiffened, her muscles
locked in unyielding ecstasy. As every gush of fluid struck her womb,
Katt shrieked with bliss.

Afterwards, the magnificence of the sensations shocked Katt, leaving
her weak and shaken. The unpretentious looking man was a master at
making love to a woman in the swing. Katt knew she would never pick him
as a potential lover under any other conditions. Yet what a glorious
experience she would have missed. From that point on, she would
certainly pay less attention to looks and more to talent.

Fleetingly, she remembered how sure she had been that Hunter would be a
good lover, because he had the muscular build, the devil-may-care
approach, the whole nine yards. And she had been somewhat disappointed
after he had made love to her.

Hunter Beal hadn't even come close to giving her these astounding
climaxes. No, he hadn't been able to match the unsurpassed climaxes
that these two cult members had given her. And neither man could, by
any stretch of the imagination, be considered hunks.

To her delight, Jhansa's prick did not lose its virility when he
withdrew it from her pussy. Katt would have liked to ask him to fuck
her in the swing again. But Ted was beside her now, telling her it was
time for her third lover.

Katt let her arms fall away from Jhansa's neck, and unlocked her ankles
from his thick waist.

Jhansa's stout arms let her down gently, until her feet touched the
floor. Then, he lifted Katt's hand, held it and spoke solemnly to Ted
in Hindi.

Ted translated. "Jhansa wants you to know that you are an incredible
fuck. He gets that you will allow him the honour of screwing you again,
after your initiation is complete."

"If it is allowed, I'd let him screw me again right now."

"It is not."

"Tell him that he is a terrific lover and I would be delighted to swing
with him--often."

Grinning, Ted relayed the message.

Jhansa bowed himself out.

"I can't remember when I've ever been so hot for a woman." Ted's eyes
glittered with need and longing as he gazed at his wife. "I hope you
have enough energy left to give me a screw when we get home."

Katt smiled. "I will. But why wait until we get home?"

"It would not be polite here."

"What about in the jeep on the way home? I do have to sit on your lap,"
she reminded him with a wicked little wriggle of her brows.

"That you do," he said, "but it might be a mighty bouncy fuck."

"Oo-la-la!"

Ted chuckled. "We fuck on the way home. Sandor can't get any more horny
than he already is. He and Hazun have been fucking themselves silly
tonight. They watch you until they can stand it no longer, and then
they fuck one of the women. I've noticed, always in a position which
allows them to continue viewing you."

Seeing that her husband still had an incredible hard-on, she said, "And
is this my fault too? Haven't you fucked anyone yet?"

Ted nodded his head. "Had to once, or waste my load on the floor. Are
you ready for another lesson?"

"Yes.

"Galpur!"

Eagerly awaiting his turn, a young man no more than nineteen lunged
forward.

"Galpur spent two years studying in the States. You can communicate
with him." As the young man came up the steps, Ted went down.

Katt saw that Galpur had a small cock and though very eager, was also
very nervous.

"Hello, Galpur. What position are you going to teach me?"

He bowed his head politely. "Two birds flying together."

"Ahhh, that sounds exciting." Katt couldn't recall the position, but
didn't let it worry her. She would let the young man instruct her, and
perhaps he would lose some of his nervousness by doing so.

"You would come with me to the bed?"

Katt, still seated in the swing, took his offered hand and let him draw
her to the bed.

"If you will lay down on your back..."

Katt climbed on the bed and stretched out. The mattress was hard, but
it felt good to be laying down.

Galpur was handsome. He crouched over her, his legs widespread, one on
each side of her thighs. Then, he knelt, and entered her cunt.

Wishing his cock was larger, Katt nevertheless enjoyed the feel of him
inside her.

"Now, you should keep your legs tight together and lock your ankles. My
cock is small. This position makes your cunt grip my tool more tightly
and therefore enhances both our pleasures."

Far from being ashamed of his size, Galpur was matter-of-fact about it.
Which made sense. There was nothing he couldn't compensate for by using
a pressure-enhancing position. Clever!

To Katt's surprise, Galpur began to thrust and kiss and fondle her
breasts right off. She enjoyed the sensation of holding her pussy
tightly around his cock. It made it seem as big as any she had ever
had. His mouth and hands certainly knew their way around a woman's
breasts.

"Your cock feels so good inside me," Katt whispered, thrusting her
pelvis up to meet his plunges.

"Your pussy grips my small cock very tightly. I could hardly wait my
turn to screw you." A funny look crossed his face. "But please, don't
tell anyone that I said that."

"I won't tell on you if you don't tell them how many times I came while
you fucked me!"

Galpur's eyes widened. "You that hot already?"

"You've turned my pussy into an inferno." With deliberate intent, Katt
contracted her muscles on his dick.

Galpur audibly caught his breath. He clasped her tight and kissed her
lips hungrily, demandingly. His hands moved over her tits wildly,
squeezing and kneading.

Katt thrust herself back and forth on Galpur's prick, her buttocks
clasped and relaxed rapidly with her movements. This was a chance to
get off a couple of times with no one the wiser. God only knew what
would happen during her next fuck.

Katt's heart lurched, and she felt absolutely like a witch in heat as
she worked her finger up and down the young man's crack. Hot desire
flamed through every fibre of her being. She moaned and began to pant.

"Fuck me faster, darling. Harder! I'm wild for your prick! You're going
to make me cum, darling!"

The young man felt her finger on his anus and started hammering into
her cunt with urgency. He was certain that his rod was steelier and
bigger than it had ever been.

In the dim room, Ted watched, knowing for damned sure what Katt was up
to. However, he did not think that anyone else would be aware of it.
Ted stared at Galpur's brown butt pumping up and down, driving his cock
into Katt's golden hole.

Ted began to beat his meat, suppressing his need to groan. His eyes
never left his wife's thrashing body. Viscous fluids whirled in his
balls, and his dick grew more and more dense. Either he had to fuck
someone or spill his cum on the floor. He drew the nearest woman in
front of him, bent her over in the good old American "doggie position"
and slid his prick into her cunt.

Galpur groaned as Katt's pussy squeezed down on his cock. Her cries of,
"I'm cumming!" drove him wild. Jackhammering into her cunt, he shot off
his boiling nuts in flaming spurts.

Watching this sensuous display, Ted frantically jerked his dick in and
out of the Indian woman's cunt and splashed it full of sperm.

Katt felt Galpur try to pull out of her and clung to him. "Fuck me
again."

"It is not allowed. One time only."

Disappointed, she let him go. She closed her eyes and waited for Ted to
come and tell her of her fourth lover. But he did not come right away.

"Sorry, darling. I got so horny that I just had to empty my balls," Ted
said, still breathing heavy. "You ready?"

Nodding, Katt decided that it was time that she actually was allowed to
watch Ted fuck another cunt.

"Armbala!"

To her surprise, Armbala was old. He had white hair and a somewhat
wrinkled face. One lesson Katt had learned well already. She did not
discount his talents because of his looks.

"Armbala does not speak English. His special is penetration from
behind."

"Anal?"

"No."

Contrary to most women, Katt was disappointed. However, she still had a
warm, welcoming smile for him as he approached.

"Armbala wants you on the floor on all fours, legs spread wide. Keep
your arms stiff. Kneeling, he will enter you from the rear, darling."
With that, Ted left the stage.

At once, Katt got down on the floor and assumed the required position.
Despite his age, Armbala had a stiff cock and it was of a hefty size
too. There would be no need to lock her thighs together for him.

Taking his position behind her, the unsmiling old man patted her
buttocks gently.

She didn't know what to expect next from this older man. But whatever
he intended to do with her, she was willing to try, to share and to
learn. Wasn't that why she'd agreed to join this sexual cult?



Chapter 8


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!"



Chapter 9


"Eat it!" Katt squealed as her cunt spasmed. It felt like a sea of cum
was pouring out of her.

Her slurping sounds filled the room.

Yet, for Katt, the climax was a pleasant tension reliever, not a grand
slam orgasm as she had with a man. She closed her eyes and allowed the
loving tongue of her servant to lap the juices from her. Slowly, Katt
drifted into a twilight sleep. Gradually, she sank deeper and deeper.

Bhadra remained between her mem-sahib's legs, feasting on her pussy for
a long, long time. Finally, her oral appetite appeased, she began to
think of her bodily appetite. The servant crept out of the room.

In the kitchen, Bhadra plucked a long, wooden ladle with the thick
handle out of its holder. Deliberately, she sat down in a chair and
lifted her feet up on the table top, her legs spread lewdly wide,
intent on satisfying herself. One swift movement of her hand and the
scrumptious handle slid into her cunt with a squashing sound. Dreamily,
she closed her eyes and hunched her hips. Back and forth her arm
worked--faster and faster. Soon, she began to moan softly. Her fingers
frigged her clit.

That's how Hazun found her when he entered the kitchen. Padding softly
to her side, his dick growing by leaps and bounds, he grasped her hand.
Slowly, eyes locked with hers, he drew the handle out of her body and
up to his mouth. Sticking out his tongue, Hazun licked the cunt jelly
from the make-shift wooden phallus.

Eyes filled with surprise, Bhadra smiled at him. They had fucked many
times, at meetings of the cult, but never privately. Reaching up, she
undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. A full head shorter,
she rose, tilted her head far back to look up at him, for he had
stepped in close.

Hazun pressed his lips to hers. Then, he bent his knees until he was
nearly squatting, and deftly guided his cock into her creamy slit. With
one swift thrust, he entered her. He knew he could do it for her cunt
had previously taken his huge cock easily. Bhadra was a good screw.
Sadly, she preferred sucking more than fucking, and Hazun was a pussy
man.

Not having had such a great cock in her cunt for weeks, Bhadra bit off
an ecstatic cry of pleasure. She did not wish to wake the mem-sahib
now, with all this fun to be had with Hazun.

"The mem-sahib?" he grunted.

"Sleep. I sucked her to sleep."

"Ate her pussy?" Hornily, he withdrew and rammed back in again.

Bhadra grunted, nodded and groaned with rapture. "Yes, oh, yes, pack it
high inside me!" Raising up on tiptoes, to get more leverage, Bhadra
tried to match his thrusts.

"I love sucking pussy--sucking cock." She pouted, "The sahib has always
kept my mouth and belly full until lately." Getting the hang of tall-
fucking, Bhadra worked her cunt on Hazun's dick.

"I like getting head--sometimes," Hazun admitted, wishing to please the
woman he was fucking. "You can suck me off this first time if you wish.
Do you want to eat my cock?" His dark eyes gazed down at the Indian
woman.

"Yes!"

Always a gentleman, and a man of his word, Hazun pulled out of Bhadra.
His cock was huge and red and throbbing wildly between his thighs.

The woman pulled her blouse and bra off. Scooping some soft butter from
the dish on the table, she smeared it all over her hanging tits. Then,
she lay down on the floor.

"Put your cock between my tits."

Hazun knelt over her and placed his pulsating prick in the deep valley.
This was going to be much better than a straight suck. He had a long
enough cock to tit-fuck and get head at the same time.

Bhadra pressed her heavy bags tight against his penis. "Now, move back
and forth." As his cock came forward, the head slid into Bhadra's ready
mouth and she pursed her lips tight around it. Then she flicked her
tongue across his piss slit.

Hazun gulped. He had been close to cumming. That was why he had told
her she could give him head. It would give him a calming space. He
always lasted longer when being fellated. Usually.

Bhadra held her buttery, hot, soft tits tight around his cock. Through
her flesh, she could feel the lurches and pulsations of his humongous
organ. Secretly, she had a fascination for Hazun. She wanted to please
him so much that he would be impressed with her talents and would want
to see more of her. Perhaps, they would even become close.

Another suck and Hazun groaned. This was terrific! Her tits and mouth
almost felt better than a cunt. In and out he shoved.

"Fuck your tits ... fuck your mouth..." he muttered, grasping her
nipples and rolling them between thumb and index finger. Mindful of her
pleasure, Hazun reached behind him, found her clit and manipulated it
with the fingers of one hand while continuing to work her nipple with
the other.

The woman's abandoned sucking and louder moans told Hazun she was as
close as he was to orgasm. He used his free hand to pry her tits apart
enough to allow him to insert a good seven inches of his prong in her
mouth. Then, he began to fuck her face and tits in frantic earnest. He
wanted to cum!

Even his balls were in her opulent tit valley now. He found it most
exciting that the mouth he was fucking was a mouth that had just
finished sucking the golden pussy of the mem-sahib.

Suddenly, Hazun felt Bhadra raise her legs high against his back. Her
ass began to squirm all over the floor. Hazun slid his thumb under her
asshole, and one finger into her cunt while teasing her clit with
another.

Bhadra went wild. Suddenly things went jet black. She didn't realize it
was because she had squeezed her eyes too tight in rapture. The floor
tilted beneath her and seemed to spin. Bhadra came and came and came!

The suction pressure of her mouth was unbearable to Hazun. The Indian
filled her mouth. White-hot spunk kept gushing out of him until he
thought it would never stop. As fast as Bhadra swallowed to empty her
mouth, he pumped it full again.

Meanwhile, at the dig site, Ted was approached by Chandpur.

"May I have a word with you, privately, sir?"

The 'sir', instead of 'sahib', should have tipped Ted off, but he had a
lot on his mind. As busy and distracted as he was, Ted nevertheless
nodded. "Shall we walk over to the tent?" He moved away with the lanky
Indian right beside him. As they made their way across the scorching
sand, Ted was only vaguely aware that there was something different in
the man's demeanour.

"You sent a message to Delhi."

That got Ted's full attention. Wondering how in the hell Chandpur had
found out about that, Ted stared at the worker. Now, he noticed that
there was definitely something different about Chandpur. Was it his
taller, prouder stance? Perhaps the alert look on his face?

"You are wondering how I know of this."

It was not a question, but Ted answered anyway.

"Among other things--yes." They entered the tent.

Chandpur smiled. "I am what you call in your country, a government
agent. My people contacted me about your concerns, of which you had
already made me--and the other--aware." He handed Ted his I.D. card to
examine.

Ted pursed his lips and drew in his breath. "For a government spy, you
sure had me fooled. However, I'm glad you are here. Someone else has me
fooled too. Apparently, there is another spy in camp besides yourself."

"I am aware of that. What has made you aware of it?"

"Someone has informed Beal that we had unearthed skeletons. My wife
tried to convince him that it was untrue. I doubt she succeeded. I
don't trust the man. Having received no response from Delhi, I had no
idea how to proceed."

"Delhi is aware that Hunter Beal has spies everywhere. They did not
wish a message to you to be intercepted by one of his people. There are
three of his men right here in your camp. They are being paid by Beal
to inform on you."

Ted broke in with, "My God! Who are they?"

"It is best you do not know. A look, a word, could tip them off to your
knowledge, and make the job of catching Beal in the act of smuggling
impossible. Be assured, our people have Beal under close surveillance
every moment."

"Then why did they let him fence the bones he took from me without
arresting him?" Ted demanded.

"We are dealing with a smart man. He did not try to take them from our
country. We have only to stall--give him enough time, a big enough
treasure, and he will try to smuggle it out of India. Then, we will
have him."

"In the meantime, I'm losing everything I've worked for. My finds will
be sold in every direction and I'll have no valid proof that I ever
discovered a lost Dravidian tribe."

Chandpur smiled. "Not to worry. You see, those that buy stolen goods
are in violation of the law of India. The artifacts he sold have been
confiscated from the purchasers by our people. Your bones are safe in
Delhi, being held there for evidence until Beal is in custody."

Ted threw back his head and laughed heartily, happily. "Chandpur, I've
got to hand it to you, you are a wily devil."

"Do not praise me too loud," the other cautioned. "The three informers
believe I am one of them. In fact, I am the informer who told Beal
about the bones. It was that, or blow my cover. Besides, it is perfect
bait to trap Beal with."

Ted choked, his eyes bugged.

"Some way, we must let Beal get his hands on the skeletal bones."

"No!"

"Easy, man ... listen to me. From his home, one hour ago, Beal made a
telephone call to a museum in the eastern United States. They agreed to
purchase the skeletons--sight unseen--for a fabulous sum. He has
arranged to deliver them. Yet, he has no idea where they are. He
believes you have cached them in the sand. As you know, he has
questioned all the workers. Thank God none of the other informers
knew..."

"Do you?" Ted was stunned at the man's knowledge. How in the hell did
he come up with the information so fast?

Chandpur's eyes sparkled. I trust you and your wife slept well last
night? If not, I could certainly understand why." The beginning of a
grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn! I'll bet you even know why we went to bed so late," Ted
laughingly protested.

"Actually, I do. You see, Bhadra is my sister."

The shock of it hit Ted full force and a betraying blush darkened his
skin. Jesus Christ! He had been fucking the man's sister everyway from
Sunday! She had sucked Katt off! Totally flustered, Ted wondered if his
ayah had informed her brother of all this. Was everybody a fucking spy?
Could no one be trusted?

"Ahhh, you are embarrassed," Chandpur's hand clapped Ted on the
shoulder then quickly dropped away before someone saw the comradely
gesture.

"Do not let it trouble you." His expression stilled and his voice
softened in secret. "My sister works for me, yes. She informs me of
matters of interest to me ... nothing more. Her life is her own--
private."

Chandpur cleared his throat. "I only knew of your whereabouts last
night, because Bhadra happened to mention that she was attending a
meeting of the cult."

Ted looked at him enigmatically. "And, you just happened to know we
were members, too."

A flash of humour crossed Chandpur's face. "Actually, I knew you were a
member." His mouth twitched in amusement.

Ted's chuckle was dry and cynical sounding. "And my wife?"

With a trace of laughter in his voice now, Chandpur replied, "Is about
to become a member quicker than any other woman in history. I hear the
High Principal of Desire wanted her so bad that he waved the sperm
ritual. Can't say I blame him."

Exasperated, Ted swore. "To hell with it, man. Is there anything you
don't know?"

Still casually amused, Chandpur replied, "No." Then, needled, "I even
know that you had one wild, lurching ride home last night." He swung
around and strode out of the tent.

Watching him shuffle away, looking for all the world as if he had just
been upbraided, Ted stood stark still in the middle of the tent.
Thoughts whirled in his head. Eventually, he shook himself out of it.
There was no time to stand and stare into space. There was work to be
done.

As Ted walked back to the trench, he couldn't make up his mind if he
was comforted by Chandpur's presence, or annoyed. For all his nose-to-
the-grindstone manner, Chandpur sure had a line of information better
than any grapevine in existence. How?

Sighing, Ted decided it was a damn good thing the man was on his side.
Otherwise, Ted felt certain he would have been reaching up to touch
bottom by now. Devious minds baffled Ted. He was a straightforward kind
of guy, and this cloak and dagger stuff was beyond him.

As usual, on the drive home, Sandor took off like a jet. Over the noise
of the jeep's rattles and groans, he managed to shout, "Chandpur asked
me to give you a message."

Ted's left brow quirked upward, "What is it?"

Foot jammed to the floor, hair wildly tangling in the breeze, Sandor
yelled his reply.

"Beal plans a raid on the camp tonight. Bury the bodies in an obvious
spot. Then, he said that someone would keep Beal occupied for at least
two hours after dark so you can do your work. He said that you wished
me to treat a certain five men to a night in town, so they would not
bother you either. I have already invited them--at his insistence. Did
I do right?"

Ted nodded. "Yes." He dug into his pocket, pulled out some money and
handed it to Sandor. "This should be enough to keep them occupied.
You're driving. Don't drink more than a couple. I don't want you
smashing yourself up on the way home."

"I will only pretend to drink. Chandpur says I must keep my ears wide.
Men talk when their tongues loosen."

"Good man!"

"I would like to take Hazun with me."

"No. He is no longer in Beal's employ and Beal's stooges are aware of
that by now. Another time--when this is over, you and Hazun can have
many evenings to enjoy yourselves. Right now, getting Beal out of our
hair is our number one priority. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Somehow, Sandor found another inch of pedal and they shot
ahead, leaving a trail of dust and sand that would take an hour to
settle.

Awake and freshly bathed when Ted arrived, Katt met him at the door
with a welcoming kiss. Although his kiss was sweet and lingering, she
noted that it lacked his usual passion. Feeling his body tense as a
countdown against her own, alerted Katt to trouble. Her pleasure
quickly turned to concern.

Drawing back, Katt eyed her husband critically. His lean, strong face
was strained across the cheeks, drawing his mouth into a thin, tight
line. Something was wrong!

"What is it, darling? What's happened?" Her heart lurched sickeningly
in her chest.

"Let's have a drink. We have to talk, baby."

"Want a wash-up first?"

"No. I have to go back."

He looked tired. Without argument, Katt nodded. Ted working overtime
was easier to take, now that they had a good loving, sexual
relationship between them. Still, she was troubled because he was
pushing himself so hard.

"I'll just be a moment." It made her ache inside to see Ted's face so
terribly serious. What on earth was wrong? She asked Bhadra to bring
whisky and soda to the living room. Then, she rejoined Ted.

In as few words as possible, Ted told his wife about Chandpur, his
message and the efforts being made to trap Hunter Beal.

"A government man, here in camp all the time? I'm so relieved that
Beal's thievery is not going to deprive you of your work, darling." She
gave him an enthusiastic hug. "That part was hard for me to swallow."

"There is that, if Chandpur is to be believed," Ted admitted. "The
thing that worries me is, if I hand Beal the skeletons on a silver
platter, and then there is a slip-up and he gets away..."

With an inward tremor, Katt continued to display confidence for Ted's
sake. "From what you tell me of Chandpur, I don't see how Beal could
put much over on the man."

Ted jerked to his feet and paced the floor. "We'd better haul them out
from under the bed."

Following her husband to the bedroom, Katt slid her arms around his
waist.

"Darling, let me drain your tensions, calm you down. You know you need
it."

Ted stroked her hair. Between his legs, his cock remained limp and
lifeless. In his mood, an erection would be impossible.

"Bhadra drained my tensions this afternoon," Katt whispered to her
husband. She felt his cock twitch. "She bathed me, and then she laid
between my legs and sucked me off. She was still lapping the cream out
of me when I drifted off to sleep." Perching on the edge of the bed
Katt opened her husband's fly. His cock was rapidly growing to full
erection.

Caught off guard again by his unpredictable wife, too amazed to offer
any objection, Ted let her have her way, Her diversionary tactics, if
that's what they were, were working. Tomorrow's cloud no longer hung
heavily over today's sunshine. His cock stiffened greedily. Ted slid
his fingers into his wife's golden tresses and guided her mouth to his
crotch.

Lovingly holding her husband's prick in her hand, Katt licked it all
over. When droplets of pre-cum formed on the piss hole, she licked them
off, savouring the salty taste. Her juicy tongue teased the flange of
his cockhead until his prick was fully erect and the head had turned an
angry purple.

Ted tasted sweaty and smelled musky. Katt breathed deep, filling her
nostrils with his heady scent. Salaciously, she laved saliva all over
his love-pole and then she pressed it up against his belly, raising his
balls. Katt used her tongue to gently lick his nuts.

"Ahh, ah! Yes, baby! You knew what I needed. You understood. Eat 'em!
Eat 'em!" Ted strained into her.

Even though Katt would have loved to have a cock in her mouth while she
was eating his balls, she knew that Ted needed this. So, she devoted
her efforts to him, foregoing her own needs for the moment.

Flipping around on the bed on her back, head hanging over the edge,
Katt reached up for her husband's meaty sac.

"Pull your dick, love." She opened her mouth and sucked his left nut
in, working it around in her mouth.

"Yeah, baby. I like you to mouth my nuts."

Katt ran her free hand back between Ted's legs. She spit out his ball
so she could talk.

"Lean over me, Ted. Rub your prick over my tits as you jerk off."

Ted leaned forward, bracing himself with one stiffened arm. He jerked
her blouse open and her bra up around her neck.

Lapping at his balls, Katt now had room to dig her fingers into his
ass. When she did, Ted groaned. She teased his ass with her fingertips
while continuing to suck his balls.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my balls, just like that! Lick my balls! You knew
what l needed, lover!" He humped her finger and mashed his roiling
balls against her lips.

Ted's knockers were heavy now, filled with cum. Katt squeezed them and
rolled them with her fingers. In and out her finger flew, teasing him
everywhere.

Listening to the obscene grunting sounds her husband was making deep in
his throat, turned Katt's cunt into a cauldron of boiling juices.
Highly turned on, she wanted to be fucked. Her mouth sucked harder on
Ted's fast-tightening nuts. She could feel his hand jerking his cock
against her tits with hard pulls. He was going to cum!

Katt grasped both his nuts, and compliantly pulled down. With practiced
wrist work, she squeezed the loaded balls, all in one smooth, delicate
maneuver.

"That's it, baby! Work 'em! You know what I need now! Get ready, I'm
gonna cum baby! Cum on your tits!"

"Squirt it on them, darling!" Katt cried, frantically twisting and
plunging her finger in her husband's anus.

"Pump it out, darling!" she cried, working his balls as he asked.

Ted rammed his cock at her tits and gave a bellow. The orgasm rattled
his bones. Like a volcano, his cock erupted thick lava that rolled down
her tits and gathered in the valleys of her body.

Katt's cunt was on fire. Her face was a mask of desire.

Pushing off his wife, Ted dipped a cloth in water and gently wiped her
tits clean. He used the same rag to cleanse his prick before zipping
up.

Lifting Katt into his arms, Ted kissed her. "Thanks, baby. I feel like
a heel, getting off and then leaving you in need. I just can't go
again. How would it be if I send Hazun in to screw you? You like his
big cock. It's nearly dark. I've got to get back to the site."

"I'll come with you."

"No. You stay here ... with Hazun." His gaze slid over her body. "I
love you, baby. Let him fuck you, satisfy you. You need it!" He kissed
her again.

Katt's heart jolted and her pulse pounded. "I'm okay. Let me come with
you."

"No need. Sandor and I can handle it alone." Something intense flared
in his eyes. He laid Katt back on the bed. Tenderly, he pulled her
blouse aside and her bra further up so her tits were in full, glorious
view. "You want him?"

"Yes..." It came out breathless and eager.

"Sandor! Hazun! Come into the bedroom."

Both men stepped through the door, saw Katt on the bed and got hard-ons
instantly.

"Load the skeletons on the jeep, please," Ted said, pleased at their
instant response to his wife's body.

After the jeep was loaded, Ted turned to Hazun. "My wife is horny. I am
relying on you to satisfy her craving. Fuck her until she's had
enough."

Before the jeep was rolling, Hazun was back in the house, charging into
the bedroom.

Katt sat up and looked at him. "Ted didn't mean to order you to fuck
me, Hazun!"

He nodded, stripping his clothes off as fast as he could.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to."

He laughed. "I want to--bad." He strode to the bed, his meat swinging
between his legs like an obscene billy club.

"How do you want my cock, mem-sahib?"

Katt turned and landed on all fours. Looking over her shoulder, she
said, "I want all of you to mount me from behind, Hazun. But lick me
first to get it good and wet."

At one point, Katt was sure he was going to cum while he was licking
her snatch. Hazun really got into it.

Hazun kissed her lovely cunt and rimmed it with his tongue.

Katt kept begging the Indian to fuck her, but Hazun knew she loved him
kissing her too.

"Now, now! I need it!" Katt cried, her back humping up and down madly.

Unbearably aroused, Hazun gave in. Quickly, he mounted her from behind.

Cheek against the bed, butt in the air, Katt used her fingers to spread
her cunt lips open to receive the thick dick in her craving love
pocket. Tremors of delight raced down her spine as she poised there,
waiting penetration.

"Oh, yes," she cried as the randy Hazun entered her a little swifter
than he usually did. He was hot!

Hazun's heart drummed as he watched his long, dark cock sink to the
hilt in the mem-sahib's pink love hole and slither in and out in
obscene fornication.

"I love your ass!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me deep, Hazun! Yes ... make me cum! Faster, lover! Fuck
me faster! My husband made me so hot for your dick!" Katt's fingers
flew over her clit.

She thought about sucking Ted's cock--eating his balls the way he loved
them eaten. How exciting it would be if she had his balls in her mouth
right now!

Hazun doubled his speed. He thrust deeper, drove Katt higher and higher
until desire raged through her like a forest fire in high wind.
Abruptly, her orgasm exploded and boiling juices spewed out of her. Her
convulsing sex muscles snapped tight on Hazun's prick.

"Yeeeeeowwww!" he cried, driving it right to the hilt and spraying her
all full of cum.

Neither of them were satisfied with one fuck or one orgasm. They kept
moving.

"Fuck me, Hazun. Drill me good. I want you to fuck my butt forever."
Her hips humped and she rocked back and forth on his impaling shaft.

All at once, Bhadra was there, on the bed, her head beneath Katt's
breasts, sucking them eagerly.

"My ayah ... you darling girl. That's it, oh, yes. Good..."

Behind her, Hazun watched his dick pull his sperm out of the mem-
sahib's pussy and push it back in again. The highly erotic scene drove
Hazun to ream her out faster. His hands massaged and worked Katt's hips
for awhile. Then, he began to run his hands over her gold hair, which
caused his cock to lurch inside her.

As Bhadra sucked her tits, the mem-sahib's actions became more frantic.
She rode Hazun's cock harder and faster. His balls began to slap her
cunt. Hazun began to shake and shiver.

"Pump me! Suck me! Fuck me hard! Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" Katt
heaved, choked and closed her eyes dizzily as an orgasm ripped through
her.

The smell of sex filled the room. Brow beaded with perspiration, Katt
lay on her back gazing at Hazun and Bhadra. She was amazed to discover
that his prick was still at full stand. Apparently, he had not
ejaculated.

Her ayah's eyes were filled with lust as she stroked Hazun's pecker.
She glanced hopefully at the mem-sahib.

"You wished to watch the sahib fuck me. Do you wish to watch Hazun
screw me, now?"

The question was direct and to the point. Katt perked up instantly.

"Yes, yes I would!" She had visualized, in her mind many times, what an
exciting spectacle she must make as a man screwed her. Now, she was
finally going to witness the copulation act at close range. Although
she had watched Hazun at the meeting screwing a woman, Katt had been
unable to see the actual joining of their sex organs.

Pulling herself up against the headboard, Katt prepared to observe for
the first time in her life. As a sexual spectator she supposed this
made her a voyeur of sorts. Her pussy began to twitch as her ayah
climbed up on the bed and turned so that her bottom was in full view of
her mistress. Katt gazed at the wet, dark pussy fringe. She reached out
and ran a finger over her ayah's creamy slit.

Bhadra wriggled to show her appreciation for the mem-sahib's touch.

Katt stiffened her middle finger and leisurely and purposefully pushed
it into Bhadra's cunt. It was hot and wet and she twisted her finger
inside the swampy pit.

"Ahhh ... Open my cunt up ... ready it for his big prick, mem-sahib.
Use your fingers, spread me wide open for that huge cock."

Flushed and pleased, Katt felt her body respond wetly and glanced at
Hazun.

He grinned and came onto the bed on his knees, behind Bhadra. Holding
his cock in his hand, the Indian aimed the bloated head at the cunt
that Katt's finger was still drilling.

Obligingly, Katt removed her finger and spread her ayah's lips wide.

"No. Let me hold her open," Hazun suggested, his big fingers gently
taking over from Katt. "I believe you would, mem-sahib, enjoy guiding
my prick into her cunt hole--would you not?"

"Oh, yes, Hazun!" Heart pounding fast, her cunt spasming crazily now,
Katt lifted the huge tool. The smoking prick pulsed in her hand. Katt
drilled the head into her ayah's creamy, gaping hole. She held on to
the thick sausage until it could sink no deeper, then moved her hand
and watched it sink deeper inside the soft tissue.

When it slithered back out, it was all gooey with Bhadra's cunt cum.
Katt slid her fingers lovingly over it, then smelled them. She mewled
at the delightful musk of her servant's cunt. Fascinated, madly excited
and aroused, Katt watched Hazun's big dick plow in and out of the
Indian woman's pussy hole. All at once, she felt Hazun drawing her
against him with his right arm and his left hand slip between her
thighs. His long finger slid into her cunt and his thumb manipulated
her clit.

"Your golden pussy arouses me," he moaned, cupping her whole mound in
his hand and frantically working his stiff middle finger inside her.

"Watching you fuck my ayah excites me, Hazun!" she gasped quivering.

Bhadra humped and cried, "Fuck my hole, you giant! Give me and the mem-
sahib a thrill!"

Tingling and riled up, Katt watched Hazun's huge rod plow in and out.
She hunched his finger in the same rhythm.

"I want to eat your pussy!" Hazun gasped to Katt. "I want to eat it and
fuck it at the same time!"

All Katt's senses responded to him. She felt a thrill at seeing his
plunging cock, a thrill at feeling his thrusting fingers in her cunt.
She also felt a thrill at hearing his lewd talk, couple with Bhadra's
cries of pleasure. The smell of their hot set filled her nostrils.

There was only one of her senses left to be fulfilled. Taste.

Voice cracking with lust, Katt begged, "Pull your prick out of her. Let
me taste it!"

Boiling, Hazun withdrew his dong and offered it to the mem-sahib.

Delirious, Katt opened her mouth and sucked on it, savouring the
slightly bitter, pungent taste of sex.

"Mem-sahib, I'm going to cum," the servant moaned and jerked his cock
out of her hot, sucking mouth. He shot his dick back into Bhadra's
cunt. In a mad flurry of thrusts, geared at getting the woman off, he
grunted and came inside Bhadra's cunt.

Bhadra kept crying out. Writhing hard in orgasm, her huge, swinging
mammaries jiggled provocatively.

Katt was now sobbing with desire. Hazun pressed her back on the bed.
Leaning sideways, cock still imbedded in Bhadra, he contorted his body
enough to clamp his mouth over Katt's cunt even as his cock was still
pumping sperm into Bhadra.



Chapter 10


As soon as Hazun had pumped his balls dry in Bhadra, he crawled between
the mem-sahib's lovely long legs and sucked her pussy good.

Bhadra watched for a long while, then couldn't stand it. She began to
suckle her mem-sahib's luscious tits and play with her creamy cunt and
clit.

Twice they got Katt off. Both were forceful orgasms, and when the last
one was over, Katt thanked them and sent them away. Ted would be home
soon, and she knew he would be exhausted and worried. She prepared his
bath water herself.

Upon his return, Ted said that all had gone according to plan. Chandpur
had been on hand to lend assistance.

"He is certain that Beal will have the bones spirited away long before
morning. He swears he has a full force of police watching the area. If
so, they must be damned well concealed, for Sandor and I looked for
them when we left the site, but could see no one."

"They must be there, darling, or Chandpur wouldn't have said so."
Gently and tenderly, Katt bathed Ted. As he ate, she sat with him.

"Chandpur tells me that Hunter Beal is wanted in several countries for
smuggling. It seems we are not his first victims. If Chandpur has
anything to do with it, we will be his last."

Later, Katt lovingly tucked her husband into bed and laid down beside
him.

"Everything will be all right, darling. You'll see ... everything will
turn out fine." She held him close until Ted's breathing was soft and
even.

For a long time, Katt stared into the dark. How sad that a man who
looked so delicious could be so rotten. Her thoughts strayed to the
not-much-on-looks men from the cult. One had been old, one unshapely,
one far too thin, one downright homely. Only one had a handsome face,
yet an ungainly body went with it. Still, every man, despite his
outward weaknesses, had something that the dazzlingly handsome Hunter
Beal did not have, she thought drowsily.

They were all fantastic lovers. Not only did they make her feel
exquisite rapture, they did it graciously.

With a deep sigh of contentment, Katt closed her eyes. Her life with
Ted had done a complete turn-around. She was the luckiest woman in the
world to have Ted.

Chandpur, looking tired, but wearing a broad grin, greeted them as the
jeep pulled up in front of the tent the next morning.

Katt jumped out and Ted followed. "They gone?"

With a curt nod, Chandpur said, "Got our man. Beal boarded a flight for
the States early this morning, along with two coffins. He will be taken
into custody by our people as he disembarks. He will immediately be
flown back here."

"The coffins?"

"Were exchanged by our people at the airport here. Unwittingly, Beal
took empties with him. Your old bones are safe in Delhi."

"They must not be mishandled..."

Chandpur held up a forestalling hand. "I didn't make myself clear,
perhaps. They are housed at the museum in Delhi, where there are
experts who know how to handle such delicate things." He shrugged. "To
me, they look like any old bones. If you'll ready a copy of your
documentation on them, I will see that it gets into the proper hands."

"I appreciate all you've done, Chandpur, but I'd rather handle that
myself"

Chandpur inclined his head in compliance. "I am flying back to Delhi
this very afternoon, if you would care to accompany me?"

Ted smiled and ranged his glance up and down, gauging the man. "You
look dead on your feet. Are you sure you're up to it so soon?"

Chandpur's face cracked in a smile. "I will give it my best shot."
Touching his hand to his forehead in a mock salute, he left them.

Katt and Ted, arms around each other, strolled across the sand to the
trenches where the workers were hard at it.

"One of us should stay here," she replied, sorry to have to turn down
the opportunity to shop.

"Sandor and Hazun will keep an eye on things."

"What about those sneaky informers, the ones who have been feeding
Hunter information?"

"Damn!" Ted whirled, spotted Chandpur about to step in the jeep and
yelled to him.

"Hold on, Chandpur!" They caught up to the man.

"About those informers..."

"I felt they might impede your progress here, so I took the liberty of
sending them packing this morning. I frightened them by telling them
who I was and what had happened to Beal. They are harmless enough. But
they will not be showing their faces to you again."

The man was amazing. "I should have known you'd be ten steps ahead of
me on that, too," Ted said with a tolerant chuckle.

Chandpur's teasing grin clicked on. "Right now, if I had the energy,
I'd like to be as far ahead of you on other," his glance shifted to
Katt, "matters, as my man, Hazun."

"Hell, man! Is there anybody who doesn't work for you?"

"What are you talking about?" Katt asked, feeling left out.

The men glanced at the beautiful woman. Ted lazily drawled, "Our double
agent here is hot to fuck you, baby, only he's worn out."

"Perhaps on the plane..."

Ted chuckled.

Chandpur flushed even darker as he climbed into the jeep. All he needed
was a little sleep, and he'd ride her all the way to Delhi. Tired, or
not, his dick stiffened.

Katt waved as he drove off toward Jakhanur.

"What say we go home and screw ourselves silly. Then, we'll pack a
couple of bags and be off to Delhi with Chandpur."

"Twist my arm!" she laughed, heading for the jeep and pulling Ted along
behind her. Full of love, anticipation and delight, she slid onto Ted's
lap as the grinning Sandor put the jeep in motion. Undulating her
sizzling cunt against the bulge in Ted's jeans, Katt giggled and winked
at Sandor while Ted began to finger her nipples.

Her husband ran his hand into her crotch, pushing her legs apart so he
could stroke her cunt.

"I'm going to thrust my prick into you right here," he said, pressing
his finger against the denim above her hole.

When her pelvis began to churn, he flipped open the button on her
jeans, pulled down the zipper and slid his hand inside. He thrust a
finger deep into her steamy cunt.

Ted mumbled in her ear, "Full of hot liquids. Is some of this stuff
Hazun's?"

"No, darling. Hazun fucked me in the mouth last night."

"Give me more." He pressed her forward and slid his finger lower and
tunneled into her further. "Ah, yes, I love the wetness."

Katt stroked Sandor's bulging prick. "Bhadra wanted to suck it out, but
I sent her away."

"She is an oral freak. I love her mouth," Ted admitted, screwing his
finger deeper into his wife's lovehole.

"Ted ... do it for me. Make love to Bhadra. I've wanted to see you do
that for so long now."

"All right, baby, if that's what you want. But Sandor or Hazun or both
can take care of you while I screw her."

"Sandor's ready!" she cried in delight.

The servant shoved the pedal to the floor.

Once again, Katt felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be
married to Professor Ted MacNeil. Everything was turning out fine. Just
fine. She had never felt so well protected, desired or so loved before.
Now she knew that she could look forward to a wonderful life with Ted,
one that was geared to both their sexual needs and wants. Could she ask
for anything more while she was still here on earth? She doubted it!

As the jeep sped away, Katt smiled and kissed her husband.

"Happy, darling?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I couldn't be happier."

And she meant every word.


The End