Kinky passions
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.
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