The comforter was where she had left it wrapped in a plastic garbage bag. It was clean too though not as good smelling as it may once have been. We spread it on the floor, lay on it and she began to unpack the lunch. We ate the sandwiches and drank the water.

"I always loved this place. I used to come sit here and read. I read a lot here."

"Seems like a pleasant place." If you go that way there are some statues that are still standing. Maybe you should go and pray -- if you want to."

"I am not really a great believer in God. But I will pray and ask that you get everything that you may desire."

"That Raj is a dangerous thing to ask."

"Then I will ask for your happiness."

"Yeah you do that. But tell God not if it means someone else's unhappiness. Not on that terms."

It was so pleasant that I must have dozed off, I woke up with a start and found her cuddled next to me, her head on my arm. I slowly got my hand out. She was sleeping like she did last night. Her majesty all gone, her childlike face looked very vulnerable. I moved away a few strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes. She moved. I stopped. She opened her eyes.

"Good sleep?" She yawned and stretched her hands, her breasts heaving, close enough for me to latch on to a nipple. Her hands came down to my head, ruffled through my hair, caressed my head. I sucked her tits, one then another.

She began to moan. "Oh Raj... Raaaaaaj." The halls seemed to add more base to the sound, the echo making it more drawn. Or was she louder, away from ears that may listen. I would never really know. I went down, to her legs, kissing her thighs, her legs , her toes. "Oh Raaaaaj." Each time the word got louder, the voice came from deeper, from the pit of her stomach. I kissed the flower, the clitoris, I woke it up and the voice was now even louder.

"Ab chodo mujhe Raaaj. Ab chodo mujhe."

Main bhi is awaz ke jaal mein lapat gaya. Main aage hokar uske hont ke khareeb apne hont laya. Use kiss kiya. Ye ajeeb si kashis thi, mujhe usey baar baar kiss karne ko jee chahta tha. Main kiss karta raha aur uski awaz mein apni awaz milata gaya. "Faiz, Meri Faiiiiizzzz"

"Mere Raaj." Meri ungli uske choot mein thi, aur mera anghota uske clitoris ko sehla raha tha. She was getting hotter. Her breathing was fast, she began to gasp, cumming, and I chose that moment to enter her, she arched upwards, sensing the feeling of fulness.

"Raaaj. Chodo mujhe, chodo mujhe." It was a scream. I want began to fuck her hard, she came with a earthquake like shakes. When her body had ceased to shake I gently turned her around. "She was still mumbling: "Chodo mujhe. Chodo mujhe."

I lifted her ass upwards, so she was now prostrate on the floor, I enter her from behind. The position allowing me to thrust and deep. I grabbed her tits as her body listed up a little, garbbed them hard and tight.

"Ye le,Faizz, tera Raaj tujhe chod raha hai. Bahot tight hait tu, Faiz, bahut pagal karti hai yeh teri body. Chduwai gi aur. Kya hamesha chudawaegi?"

"Haan hamesha chodo, randi... randi... randi bana kar chodo."

Phir Raaj or Faizz ki awaz deewaraon se takra kar wapas aane lagi, is baar meri awaz us ke loudeness ka saath deti rahi. Jab usne mehssos kiya ke mera lund aur bhi mota ho raha hai, us ne apne lungs se ek baar chillaya aur uapar hogayi. Main uske ke pait par ek haat, aur doosre se ek tit pakde hue use chodta raha, apna sara juice usey deta raha. Dono were like people in a trance, moving fast into each other. Then even as the movemnets slowed down we were in a daze like state, unable to part. My cock had incredibly begun to harden inside her choot.

"Dekha tune. Dekha kya asar tu karti hai mujh par, choot se nikla bhi nahin, lauda phir khada ho raha hai. Teri choot se nikalna hi nahin chahta."

"Toh nikalate hi kyon ho, chodte jaao. Jab tak choot phat na jaae is choot ko chodte jaao."

"Chod hi toh raha hoon. Magar adat pad gayi toh kya karoonga. Tu kya karegi."

"Rita ki choot toh hogi na tere paas. Main bhi kisi lund se dil behla loongi."

"Kya tujhe koi faraq nahin padega. Koi bhi lund chal jaega?"

"Toh kya chahta hai, bol teri chinal ban kar jeeti hoon, aana jab bhi choot yaad aaye. Magar dosti se bewafi bhi toh nahin kar sakti. Rita is my friend yaar."

"Tu phir tu ne yeh shuroo hi kyon kiya. You fucking knew where it was going didn't you? You knew what happened yesterday, you knew it and you told me to pick blue."

"I didn't. I didn't until last night, only this mornig I was sure. I couldn't go back, I couldn't help it. Look at it, feel it the, lund in my choot, how perfectly it fits. How snug it is. I never sucked a cock with such happpiness, such pleasure as I sucked yours today. Oh Raj just forget everything and fuck me hard. Make me fucking cry."

But I was no mood to fuck her hard and finish the matter, I wanted to take her as slow as I could, as deliberately as I could. I held her waist and watched the cock go in and out of the pussy. Long strokes that brought the cock nearly out of the hole and then sank in slowly till it could not any more. She turned her head around. "I want to see you"

She tried to get away, I held her back, sinking deep into her. She struggled, I slapped her ass, hard. She moaned, she screamed you fucking bastard. She struggled again and I hit her again. And again and again, her ass was red. Then I threw her off and spread her legs, lifted them to my shoulder and entered her thrusting in roughly. She gasped, I banged harder and harder. Mouths were dry, sound wouldn't come from our throat and the sound of body slapping against body reveberated the hall.

Then I came, gasping for air, she came clutching my hair, leaping upwards, her teeth dug into my chest. I kept releasing an unending supply of sperm into her womb, hoping, praying, it would germinate. Something to cling to, a reason to be with her forever.

When we were spent we fell in a heap. Uska badan jaise mere badan se judgaya. Pasina, semen, pussy juice, all mixed with each other and created a heady perfume. I wanted to move away from her, thinking I might be heavy, she held me back.

When at last we separated, we stmbled to the stream, this time she did not immerse herself in it. She just washed her face and hands. She picked up her pants and still filled with my semen she put them on. She put the T-shirt back.

"Are you angry with me Raj."

"As much as I want to be, no."

"Don't be please."

"I am not. I pulled her and kissed her, long lingering kiss."

We walked around the ruins, when the sun began to lose its heat we began the descent down, stopping every now and then to kiss, cuddle, paw. We stopped at the stream where she had collected some fruit, unzipped my pants and gave me a blowjob. This one was sweet, slow and unhurried, it was love making. We reached the cottage as the sun was going down. She gave the others the fruits she had collected.

The others were all wearing clothes, most of them in shorts and T-shirts, only Juhi wearing a skirt and blouse. Rana mentioned that they wanted to explore the stream and wander around so felt better to be dressed in something. The big news, of course, was that Munaf had snared a hapless deer. There was always a herd around, according to Fez and Munaf had managed to hit one with a stone, stunning it enough to catch it.

He and Raan had slaughtered it cut, skinned it and were already roasting it on a makeshift BBQ pit. Someone suggested that we bring all the rgs and carpets outside and since it was a beatiful moon and quite warm we could spend it out in open.

I went to take a shower and returned to see all nicely sitting on carpets and resting with pillows strewen about.

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