The dark haired college student outside Mumbai University was a quiet character. Sure, he was well fit, someone girls could write home about. But he was quite the quiet type. He lusted from afar, saving images in time to use in his pleasure later. He simply didn't have it in him to open up to any specific girl.

He fought bullies with ease. He tackled challenges as if they didn't exist. He feared neither man nor beast and hunted prey in the season. Nothing was insurmountable to him. Coaches sought after him, military recruiters wanted him, and fathers wanted him to meet their daughters. But his unyielding kink wouldn't let him.

That kink prevented him from meeting any females. It stopped him from flirting. Courtship was futile due to his dilemma, disallowing any social interaction with the opposite sex.

One might think such a man as he wouldn't have a problem. Surely women wanted him, and they did. But he wouldn't let them in. He couldn't, after all. The damn kink locked his mind from acting on the invitations of others. The kink was a curse. A blockade that he couldn't get around, simply put, he was tongue tied.

The kink that afflicted him had a name. Yes, a name that possessed him. Had you wanted to draw his fullest attention, you need just mention that name in his presence.

The name that plagued him daily was Bela.

Bela was a teenager he followed home one day, someone he saw from afar. He knew nothing of her except the body God gave her. It begged him, yes, demanded him, and he was going to. He just had to work up the courage. Until then, he continued his worship from afar.

Then, chance intervened. While following her from afar, she turned back in the direction she came. His chance was upon him and he trembled at the opportunity. The images he had stored for his pleasure left him as a new one overwrote all others. She smiled at him.

His courage took over and damn the consequences. Timing it right as she approached, he stepped to block her path. The unexpected shift caused her to bump into him and stopping her in her tracks.

The breasts she bore pressed into his chest, adding another image to his lust. Her head turned up to look at the man that interrupted her journey back. The confused look was also added to that bank of lust he was gathering.

"Excuse me" she said, and altered her path to go around the man in her way.

"It was my fault." he started, unsure what to say. But he'd be damned if he would lose this chance to folly.

She smiled again, still trying to pass but the man would have none of it. Her confusion turned to concern and she stepped back to study his intentions.

"You must forgive me but I must say, I can't just let you go." he admitted, and took another breath.

"I have watched you every day and I've just now met you." he started, avoiding her deep penetrating eyes. "You see, I have a problem in a most serious way and I need your help solve it."

Bela was taken aback by this and stammered, "Well, I don't know..."

"You haven't heard my problem yet, at least let me tell you what it is." he interrupted. And drew on courage he hadn't used on any other girl in his realm.

"I must have you, I'm possessed. Tell me how I can have you." he asked. "My fantasies consist of only you and I need to make them real."

She blinked at the knowledge and let it sink in, then replied, "You really want to have me?"

He sighed in his struggle to put it right and tried again to persuade her, "I want you in the most insurmountable way. I don't care if you like me or not, I'm not asking for your love or money. But I'm so desperate I'm not promising you I won't take all you by force."

His words were a compliment, an insult, and more. It was going just fine until he mentioned he could use force. But just how many have approached her like this, the lust weighing heavy in his eyes. And isn't that what she wanted, really? To be taken by force? Just to be sure she knew what he wanted she asked, "Just what do you want to do with me?" and waited for his answer.

"I need your body to carry out what I've dreamed about." he said, in such a serious voice. "I want to do to you what twenty six letters can't spell and you would have to use numbers."

"Really?" she doubted and had to add, "What numbers?" she wanted to know.

"Sixty nine for one." he said, with a broadened smile, and then added, "Eight inches for two."

"What's in it for me?" She asked so slyly, liking his way of thinking.

He knew she was contemplating this sexual tryst and gave her a lusty smile, "You will cum all over yourself and I will make you cum much more."

Her face blushed red from his naughty talk and she started to back away. But his determination was strong and said, "Please, don't make me make you." and reached out his hand for hers.

She hesitated, just a little, but raised her hand to accept. But she got no further than past her hip and he grabbed it by force instead.

"You will not regret it, you have my word on that." he said, and led her to an alley way where dumpsters lined the sides. Glancing around, he saw no cameras, nor windows facing the scene. 'Perfect' he thought, as he settled her in between two metal containers.

"Here?" she asked, confused from the speed in which he brought her there.

"Have you done it outside before?" he retorted while his hands tugged at her shirt.

"Well, no..." she started and was going to protest but was too occupied with his advances.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and revealed his chiselled chest. Tossing his shirt upon the ground, he placed hers on top of his. "There's a first time for everything, and this is one is yours." Grabbing her by the waist of her pants he unbuckled while he said, "You can pick the next one we're at. But if you expect me to wait any longer, you better expect something else instead." dropping her layer of protection.

"But, I don't want anyone to see us." She admitted, looking around for prying eyes.

"Too late to worry about that." he informed her, and dropped his pants as well. "I'm taking you right here and now; might as well get that in your head."

He grabbed her by the sides of her head, running his fingers through her black silky hair. She would have very little choice as his lips were forced on hers. After a few seconds, she relented and let his warm tongue in, letting him pilfer her mouth with it and feeling his eagerness.

His hands dropped down to her shoulders, brushing her bra straps away. Feasting further on her pale soft skin, he worked his way to her heavy firm breasts. He pressed her against the wall behind her and ravaged her nipples with tongue. Caressing her shoulders down her arms, he grabbed her wrists in his hands. Working lower to her sex below, he forced her hand on her panties. "Move 'em or lose 'em." He solemnly said, and she tugged them to the side. She gasped at his first contact, sucking her pussy lips in.

The wind caressed her nipples as his tongue caressed her slit. She looked around just one more time then focused on his gift. Her eyes closed with the feeling of his tongue entering her moistening sex. He raised a leg up over his shoulder and dove back on her hard clit. Circling around the budded rigidness, he worked down to her gaping hole. Using his nose on her clit, he placed her hand on his head.

She took the hint and grabbed some hair and he rocked on her pouting lips. Following his lead, she grinded his head while his tongue did magical work. Her eyes fluttered as he hit her spot, that itch she often had. She had no choice; the challenge to resist was insurmountable, and bucked on his nose and tongue.

He grinned when she started and welcomed her efforts, giving her what she wanted. She fucked his face until she trembled and he sucked on her clit while she crept on her climax. She washed over as her orgasm racked every nerve in her sensitive body. He took all she could give and more, grabbing her ass in the process.

Leaning back and speaking rapidly, "Come on, fuck my face!" he said, then back where she was climaxing.

The son of a bitch wanted her to fuck him and that wouldn't be a problem. While he forced her ass to pump him, she took control in her hands. Grabbing his head, she used her hips, and fucked him with all she could muster.

He moaned while she did it and felt it on her slit and clit. That brought her to another orgasm and fuck him, she surely did. She went high with this climax, losing her self-control. He took over where she left off and fucked her ass into him. It lasted over a minute and she finally melted in his hands.

Letting go of her panties, she sighed as his fucks turned into licking and he pulled her panties aside. He lapped up every bit he could get to and even got the drop in her ass. Finally rising, from her satisfied kitty, he panted the much need air.

Looking into her sexy eyes he said, "Now it's your turn to satisfy Me." and pushed her down to his raging cock that was wrapped in the cotton briefs.

She was hesitant at first so he pulled out his manhood for her. Tucking his briefs behind his balls, he guided her head upon him. The favour was returned as he grabbed her hair and fed himself into her. She was no prude and stuck out her tongue, letting him caress with his shaft. Raising a hand to the base of his cock, she stroked him a few times in her mouth.

It wasn't enough; she wanted more and raised her hands to his balls. He let it ride for a moment or two but said, "Play with your pussy instead." She appreciated his kindness and lowered her hand to her recently well-sucked clit.

Both enjoyed the wonderful feelings and she matched her play on her sex. As he would pump his cock in her mouth, she would finger-fuck her hole in depth. The timing was excellent, the rhythm in sync and both got off on her talents. While he pumped loads of his creamy white cum, she washed her fingers with her own.

It lasted a minute as she hummed her orgasm over his spitting head.