Circle of Eight

We opened our palms. Rita had red, Rahul had red. Munaf had a green, Nasreen had a green. Rana had yellow, Juhi had a yellow. So it was me paired with Fez. She stood before me, shedding off her leather outfit. I did away with mine. We hugged and kissed. It was as if an electricty passed through our bodies as our lips met, melted into each other. She moaned softly, nostril flaring and red. I broke away, not because I wanted to because I needed to. I wanted to take her in a manner befitting a majestic woman, make love to her. Slow soft love that would build up its crescendo like a beautiful Mozart piece and end in volcanic eruptions inside our bodies.

She had apparently chosen a spot for us, she lead me to a corner that was a little more isolated than others, the dim light from the moon fell against the white wall on the other side and illuminated the corner softly. We could see each other clearly once the eyes got adjusted to the light. She asked me to wait while she went to a room and brought back two pillows and a soft blanket. Main leta hua that us ne mere sar ke neeche ek pillow khiska diya aur who bhi lait gayi.

Main uski taraf palta, apna sar apne haath par sahara dekar zara aisi position main aaya ke main use dekh sakoon. Who chat ki taraf dekh rahi thi, mujhe is tarah uthe dekh kar meri atarf dekhne lagi. "Kya?"

"Aaj hum ek doosre ko cheeye tak nahi. When so many things have happened this evening."

"Not true, main ne tumhare lund ko sehlaya hai ek baar." Her white teeth showed through her smile.

"Arey, usey bhi koi hisaab mein leta hai. Jahan log ek doosre ke ras mein madhosh hue jaa rahein, jahan we were cumming like never before, tu ek touch ko kahan le baithi."

"Kya tumhe lagta tha we did not do anything?"

"Wanted to ask you about that, what happened?"

"When?"

"While Rana was drinking away from your sweet well."

"What happened then?"

"You were looking at me and laga jaise ke something fantastic happened. I can't put my finger on it, I can't exactly say what?"

"Me too, magar Raj. What ever happened was the most beautiful thing. Aur it was something that should need no explanation. If you have to ask me, or I have to ask you then the magic would go away. Maybe someday we will know, we will realise what happened, understand its significance..."

"Yeah there are better times to philosophize. Can I?" The last words were with my hand hovering over her breasts, wanting to touch her.

"You have to ask?" She took my hand and placed it on her tit. Firm and warm, they felt heavenly. "Kiss them."

I leaned forward, brnging my lips to the rock hard nipples. They tasted nice, they felt nice. I sucked at them as she drew long deliberate breaths. I kissed and nibbled at the other one and kissed her cleavage and throat. Her tits crushed against my chest, her hand reached out to my throbbing cock.

"Chodo mujhe Raj."

I did not another invitation. I spread her legs and entered the most beautiful cunt I have seen, she drew a sharp breath and pulled my lips to hers. Saans phool rahi thi, uski halaq mein se moans mere moon mein stiffle ho rahe the. Main elbows par sahara le kar usey pump kar raha tha. Who apne hont mere hont se juda nahin karne deti. Main saans lene ki liye hat ta aur who phir mujhe apne hont se see leti. Uski saans bhi bahot phool rahi thi. Her nostril were flaring, her breathing was noisy.

From the other part of the room I heard Rita's moans, then Nasreens screams. I heard several noises of bodies slapping against bodies. I pulled her lips away from me and lightly bit her lips. "I want to see you. Meri ankaon mein ankein daal." I panted to her. She looked at me and once again I felt that magic clang as our eyes locked. My hands were partly on her tits, kneading and rubbng the nipples. Our eyes were locked.

I could feel the length of my cock dig into her deep, could feel every nerve inside her vagina. Mere lund par jaise lakhaon aur sensitive nerves ug aaye the. She began to moan as an orgasm approached her. Louder and louder and then clutched me, her eyes begging me to kiss her. She had this fetish probably about kiss, or was it with just me, she had not forced Munaf's lips on her. I let that though go for now. Her body was stiffening and I felt my cock being flooded as she came. Her pussy throbbed, her whole body throbbed and shook. I kept pumping her through it.

When she calmed a little I began to slow down. I leaned forward to hold her face and felt her temples wet. I looked at her, tears were flowing from eyes. I stopped, my body barely moving, her hips began to gyrate. "Hey ro rahi ho, kya baat hai."

"Don't ask Raj, please don't ask. Just fuck baby. Bas chodo mujhe jitne baar ho sake chodo."

"That I will, but why ro rahi ho?"

"Maybe someday. Kiss karo mujhe, kiss karte raho mujhe, suck my nipple, bite them hard. Make me bleed. Just chodo Raj. Wait let me come on top."

She looked even lovelier, more majestic on top, well lit by moon light. Her firm tits pointed upwards and jiggled as she rose and fell on me. After a while she was just sitting on me, impaled on my cock and gyrated her hips, squishing, spraying our mixed juices all over. We picked our tempo, she was back again under me and this time I fell in love with her, sexually that is. Her whole body shook under the impact of the thrusts, her tits jiggles, her mouth lost some of the control, saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth, tears flowed from her eyes, and even her kajesty was gone as her nose flowed. She was for once in my life just a woman. A plain woman submerged in lust.

Her wails were as loud as some of the others from others parts of the living room. And we came together. Breathing hard like we had run a mile in a record time and lips, wet slipper, warm and swollen on each other as we gave each our our juices, as we drank each other's saliva. "Faiz, Faiz, Faiz." I kept mumbling.

When she had fallen back on her back and me on mine, when her uncontrollable breathing had begun to take some form of normalcy, when her fluids had subsided, she opened her eyes. "I need to go wash up a little. Come with me."

"What kya mera semen itna kharaab hai ke you want to wash it off so quickly."

"Not that Raj. Main toh choot ko ghat bund rakha hai ke kahin beh na jaaye. Aur anyway, is bag main aur bhi toh bahot hoga. Kya aur dene ka irada nahin hai?"

"Yaar agar jo uski khadar na kare toh usey kyon dein."

"Khadar karti hoon, more than you know, will ever know. Aur kya, chalo next time cum in my mouth. Fuck me and when you are about to cum let me know I will show you then kita khadar karti hoon."

We got up and made our way to the bathroom in the guest room. We only passed Nasreen being fucked from behind by Munaf, who looked at us and gave us a wink. The harsh light in the bathroom made me blink. I adjusted and saw in such a sordid shape Fez was in, her hair was in disarray, her face was a mess, her nose still flowed, her lipstick was nearly gone. A bite mark on her nipple was now a red bruise. Semen was flowing down her thigs. But she still looked lovely. She washed her face with cool water. I stood there in front of her and peed into the bowl. She stopped for a moment from her washing and looked as a powerful stream splashed into the water in the toilet.

She was as uninhibited as I was and sat down on the bowl and I heard her pee hitting the inside of the bowl. The only diffrence was she used tissue to clean herself afterwards. She went into the bathtub and stood under the shower, letting the water fall on her body and flow down. I joined her, behind her, rubbing her tits, massaging them, her tummy and reaching over her to her pussy. She leaned agaisnt me, we both were wet.

We came out of the tub, Her makeup was gone, her skin was clear of all applications. I realised, her skin had a even glow all over. Whereas Rita's or any other woman's skin covered by clothes would have been pale a little lifeless, hers shone all over. Her lips looked even more seductive without the color she kept wrapped them in. I kissed her lightly. We dried with a towel she got from a cabinet and throwing to one corner walked out.

Nasreen and Munaf were lying side by side. We stopped for a minute there, told them they could use the bathroom now if they wanted. I leaned closer to Nasreen and said: "You seemed to be enjoying it, I just wondered how you would be screaming if here was one in the pussy and one in ass."

She laughed. "That would be awsome, oh boy."

As I returned to Fez, she asked: "What would be awsome?"

I laughed. "Oh I was telling Nasreen how she was enjoying one cock, and what would she do if she had two, one in both holes."

"You would like to be with her, would like to be the second no?"

"Are not we here for that Fez?"

"Can you ask you something? Don't call me Fez, call me Faiz, always."

"Sure Faiz. I thought you hated when I called you that."

"Raj, there are so many things that you never really know, na? Batao mujhe. How would like most to fuck me. I mean, what would be first preference, blowjob, pussy fuck, ass fuck or eating me."

"Oh Faiz, that is the catch 22 sawal. Honest?"

"Of course." We were actually whispering, I don't know why but we were.

"That is the most hard to make up the mind on. I think I can leave ass to the last, reluctantly. But how do you decide on the order of other three? I would love to eat that beautiful pussy, spend all night doing just that. I saw what you looked like when you sucking cock, I could die to see that mouth over my cock. And I have just felt the tight warmth of that pussy, it is addictive. So maybe, a few days of nothing but plain old choot an lund chudai, a few days of pussy eating, a few days of cocksucking ending with a few days of ass fucking."

"A few days?"

"A few years. A few decades. A few centuries."

She exhaled suddenly, loudly. "Make love to me again. And you know what, I can't decide the order too. If it was up to me it would be all in turn everytime. But ain't gonna happen. Ab mujhe chodo Raj, fuck hard, real hard and phir jab aane lago toh cum in my mouth."

I could hear Rana snoring. I listened for a while, there seemed to be no noise anywhere. I lay down on my back and invited her over onto my hard cock. "Tum is pose mein badi erotic lagti ho."

"Ek baat aur Faiz. I suddenly started to feel, then when you were... that I could understand what you were saying from your eyes. That was a rehearsed play from Nasreen and you..."

She put a finger on my lips. "Yes it was and yes that's what I told you. Its part of the magic I guess. Like some magnet seems to bring us towards each other, I don't understand it, maybe the day when we do will be a special day too. Just fuck me."

A while later we were back in missionary position. "Are you afraid of hurting me Raj? Are you scared of something, you are being too gentle. I don't want lovemaking Raj, not today. I want plain simple lusty fucking. We may never again get this chance, who knows the cards may never fall in our favor again."

I grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, stopping her from talking and making her growl in lust and pain. I took a nipple and bit it hard, took chunk of her fleshy tit and left bite marks. She howled and came, I grunted and thrust harder and harder, till she had, with the upward force reached the wall. I turned around, grabbing her ass, squeezing the cheeks apart and thrust in again, sweating now like mad. The release this time was body shattering. I dug my teeth into her back, she thrust her ass backwards towards me and we came, for the longest time I could remember.

As we lay there, she at the bottom, belly down, me on her top, cock still in her throbbing choot, I slid my hand under her and grabbed her tits again. They were wet and oily and warm. A while later she mumbled she wanted to sleep. I came off her, lay on my pillow and she closer, drowsily pecked my my cheek: "Good night, my love."

"Good night Fez."

"Faiz."

"Good night Faiz."

I drifted into a dreamless, happy sleep.

* * *

When we woke up in the morning, the sun was streaming through the windows. I woke first, felt some others moving about in the other parts of the house, and heard a clang of vessels in the kitchen. I watched Fez, Faiz. She was still asleep with her mouth slightly open, a little saliva drooling out of one corner. Her breathing was even and her chest rose and fell in a rhythm.

Badi sundar lag rahi thi. Main khamoshi is lete lete usko pehli baar theek tareh se dekhne laga. Sach dekha jaye toh woh koi classsical type in beauty nahi thi, nothing like today's Aishwarya Rai or the many new stunning new models. But she had no obvious flaws too. Very dark expressive eyes, long eyelashes, eyebrows were done in a simple shallow curve. Hont bhi saade se, not the shapely bow shaped upper lip of Nasreen, or the full lips of Rita, rather straight thin. But when she smiled and showed of a little bit of the white sparkling teeth she was awesome. Her nose, I realized, was what her face stand out. Slightly aquiline in shape, it was beautiful.

Her soft throat gave way to a smooth swelling of tits, well rounded and even lying down with enough flesh to hold them up. A size or two she would be a handful. But then I have particularly large hands. Her rib cage rose and fell as she breathed. I could count the last three ribs. Flat stomach kept so by the exercise she did regularly. And then the beautiful vagina now hidden from view, just the top of the strip of hair visible. Shapely legs.

She wore her hair fairly long, some of the strands now stuck to her skin on the sides of her tits. Maine uske chaati par kat ke nishaan dekha, gehre laal hogaye the, magar not as bad as I thought. Main apne hateli se uske mamme sehlae. Halka sa pinch kiya aur haath neeche ki taraf legaya. Choot was sticky but still warm, I put a finger inside her. She stirred and I removed the finger. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "Faiz, Faiz..."

She opened her eyes, looked at me with surprise for a moment, leapt up and hugged me.

"What? Bad dream?"

"Yeah a very long bad dream. Is everyone up?"

"Some are." She got up and walked naked towards the bathroom. I watched her, felt a pang of separation. I stopped myself. Was I falling in love with her? Couldn't be, I was in love with Rita, she was my gal. It was just dosti love. Just the pangs of good fuck. I shook my head and went in search of my things, picking my bag of toiletries went in search of a bathroom. I saw that in the kitchen Juhi, Rana, Munaf and Rita were there, wearing nothing. I took a long shower and drying myself came out, joining the other naked guys. Only Munaf, it seemed was still hard.

"Kya hai Munaf, raat mein kafi dair tak chudai chalti rahi magar abhi tak lund hai ke khada hua hai. Aye Juhi kuch kar na uska."

"Main kyon karoon, mere karne ke liye hai mere paas ek stud. Usey karna hai toh wohi uthae apni chudain ko."

"Yeh bhi theek. Kuch coffee hai ya nahin?"

"Idhar jug mein hai."

Just then Fez joined us. Dressed in a light T-shirt and a very skimpy shorts. "No clothes." We all shouted. "Clothes only when absolutely necessary." Rana said with conviction. I agreed, of course. Who wouldn't want to feast our eyes on not one but four naked beauties?

Fez took her clothes off and sat down on the chair as if it was a daily routine. "Koi un do ghadaon ko uthaega nahin?" She asked.

"Main jata hoon." Rana keh kar utha. We plastered our bread with butter and ate. I took my second cup of coffee. Rita arrived with a chirpy good morning. She was naked too. I felt a pang at seeing her thus happy and not because of me. I shook my head, it was the same with me too. If I had the nature to show my feeling I would jumping in air too. I asked the girls if they had any plans.

"I just want to laze around here." Rana said. "If it is okay with Juhi." He looked at Juhi, she smiled broadly at him and said: "How about a little dip in cooling water."

"Well, anywhere not too far off."

"I think I would like to badge out." Rita said. I think nothing like rest and sex after exams. We all laughed.

"Is there anything to see around here?" Munaf asked as Nasreen joined, yawned and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"There is an old temple a few miles on the hill. Beautiful view, if you can stand the climb, I thought I might take Raj and show him the temple. That is if Rita doesn't mind."

"Why would I? Remember the rule, he is yours for today."

And I wondered if I heard it right. Fez exhaled and said under her breathe "Mine, yes, mine."

"But we will have to wear clothes, jeans and T-shirt will do fine." She said aloud.

"Get going then, don't be late coming back. Take enough water and food." Rana advised.

We were on our way in less then twenty minutes. The sun was up but not too hot yet. A few paces after we had left the house behind them Fez stopped. "Raj?"

"Faiz?"

"Can I make a request? A little weird one?"

I just cocked my head. She hesitated. "Can we - just for today - this duration we have, be lovers. Will you... ah never mind. Sorry, let us go."

She tried to pass by me, I held her arm. "Kya baat hai Faiz. Lovers toh hum hain hi. Kya raat ko bhool gayi."

"Woh lovers wali raat kahan thi Raj. Woh just fucking tha, for an experiment with borrowed man."

Main us ko apne khareeb kheencha. Uski chin ke neeche haath rakh kar uska face upar apni taraf kiya. She looked at me, with that eyes, with that clang that locked our eyes. I smiled at her. "Chal yehi hoga, meri rani. Bas tu aur main aaj."

"Mujhe rani ya kuch aur mat kaha karo, please." Her lips, I noticed for the first time, were devoid of lipstick. They held a little tremble, were incredulously sexy. I kissed her. Without the haze of wine or the constant high of hormones created by the erotic scenes last night, I kissed her. She clung to me, lips hungry, warm, needing. "Faiz," I said. "Meri Faiz."

""Raj." She whipered back, "Raj, Raj. Raj."

I held her head on my chest, patted her hair, her back. What was it that was making this incredibly reserved girl to break down thus, a queen becoming a beggar? What was her state of mind, had Rahul incident so destroyed her that she sought refuge in make belief love. She didn't need to. Boys were waiting in line for her ishara. And good honest boys too, from good pedigree, decent boys. She did not need her friend's boyfriend to shore up her self belief.

I could not understand. But I was her friend; I could not abandon her in time of need, however harsh her asking may be. However meaningless it may sound. I would pretend she was the only one, wondering if that in the end would not hurt her more in the end. Was it going to be the case of better to have a wise enemy than a foolish friend. Would I in the end be her foolish friend?

I patted her, she moved away as if she had just woken up from a dream. "Chalo, dair hui toh dhoop bahot bad jaayegi."

We picked up the staffs that had fallen to the ground and began walking. We walked a while and she told me there was a stream not far off we might rest at. I took off my shoes and sat with feet in the water. She told me she would be back in a jiffy and took off, coming back about ten minutes later holding something in her T-shirt.

"Yahan ek ber ka jhaad hai jiska phal bahot hi meetha hota tha, let us see if it is still as sweet." She put them all next to the stream and began to wash and put them back in her T-shirt. When done she offered me. I took one, and it was very meetha.

"Haan?" She asked.

I spat the seed out and nodded approval. We began to walk again. Eating as we walked. I stopped her several times to ask her about one hill or the other. We reached the foothill and began the climb. We were drenched in our sweat, our hair plastered to our head, clothes sticking to the body, I had noticed she had not been wearing a bra, and with the wet shirt sticking to her body, showing off the roundness, the firmness of her tits was positively erotic. I said so.