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Shanti's Sexual Odyssey

By: shanti2010



Shanti had always been quite adventurous when sex was any part of the equation. As a result, the young woman was considered the absolute essence of sex by nearly all of her sexual partners.

Shanti would suck a man's cock as if her life depended on it then swallow his sperm like it was her last meal. She would also fuck her men with all the hunger and intensity anyone could ever ask for. Considered a true nymphomaniac by those who knew her, Shanti would rather take on five men at once in a gang-bang setting, instead of just one man. But at the same time, she enjoyed a hot and steamy one-on-one encounter, too. 

Although being the centerpiece of a gang-bang was her favorite past-time, Shanti really enjoyed ALL types of sex. 

Soft spoken by nature, this pussycat turned into a tiger when overtaken by lust and rapture. 

She NEVER got tired when it came to sex - Shanti could fuck for hours upon hours, and STILL want more. The 25-year-old woman could satisfy five (or more) men at once in a gang-bang setting, yet STILL want more. 

There was simply no 'quit' in her. Aside from her obvious sexual drive, men were also very attracted to Shanti because of her physical appearance. 

At 5-foot-5 and 58 Kgs pounds, Shanti also had long-flowing black hair and the type of face any man would love to "unload" on! Since she almost always dressed in provocative clothing, the beautiful woman drew lust-driven glances and stares from men (and some women, too) no matter WHERE she went. Shanti, who absolutely thrived on attention, welcomed all curious eyes. Not only was the slut a sex machine, but Shanti was also a naughty little tease.

Throughout her college years, Shanti was known to many as "The Campus Slut".

As a sultry student, the insatiable dusky Tamilian fucked professors and fellow students alike. The slut even fucked her professors in exchange for better grades. "How else was I will graduate?" was her reasoning. She rather have sex than study. It was quite easy for Shanti to seduce her share of students and professors. She was widely regarded as the "hottest" girl on campus; and that wasn't solely because of her sexual exploits. 

Shanti was beautiful - and she knew it. 

If Shanti needed better grades in college, she would first torture and tease the professor by flirting, then go the distance after softening him up. What was the end result? That would be not only a hot fuck for Shanti, but also a passing grade.

During this time period, the slut never really considered one boyfriend more important than another - until Yogi came along. At age 26, Yogi was the perfect match for Shanti and her tastes. Not only was he excellent in bed, but Yogi also enjoyed sharing his girlfriend with other men. As a result, he originated several gang-bangs with Shanti as the featured attraction. Yogi would invite some of his close friends over, then they would all take part in a "Shanti-bang".

Although Yogi was her "main" boyfriend, Shanti was as sexually active as ever before. The nympho simply LOVED to fuck. She CRAVED the feel of a big cock in either her pussy or her ass (or both, at the same time). Sexually speaking, there was really no limit as to how far she would go. Shanti actually prefers to think of herself as a slut. To prove this point, her proper name is Susan. But she prefers `Shanti', because it sounds "really cheap, and whorish." Those are her actual words.

Ever since Yogi first introduced Shanti to Dinesh who was incidentally a colleague of her husband Sridhar who had been lusting to screw the sultry damsel for quite a while now, he was unmarried and majored in fucking married women and Shanti had taken quite a liking to him. 

Of course,Shanti did not like every other man. But in the case of Dinesh, she felt an extra something for him. Perhaps the main reason was,Shanti thought Dinesh was VERY good in bed. Any man who had that quality... the dusky slut simply found irresistible. 

It should go without saying that Dinesh also had taken a considerable liking to Shanti. But then again, what man didn't? Shanti had the face of a cover girl and the body of a centerfold, along with the sex drive of a porn slut. What man WOULDN'T like her? Shanti was a living fuck-doll.

Likewise, it should come as no surprise that when Shanti invited Dinesh over to her apartment for an evening of sex, the 45-year-old man did not refuse. During the course of an earlier office party, Dinesh commented to Shanti that he would like to have a one-on-one meeting with her. Never one to disappoint, the slut had decided to grant his request. 

Of course, Dinesh was looking forward to this particular evening. He had heard about Shanti and her exploits before, he wondered how much pleasure the dusky pussy could provide, if paired up with a single man. 

That way, she could concentrate all of her sexual efforts and energy on just one person. Dinesh figured that the satisfaction would be unparalleled.

As he soon found out, his assumption was correct.

Dinesh got an idea of what type of night it would be when Shanti gave him a telephone call at his office that afternoon. "Make sure you have already eaten dinner before coming over here tonight," she told him. 

"Because when you get here, we will have good food and then I want to you to tell me why you wanted to meet me" 

After that telephone call, Dinesh had a non-stop erection for the remainder of his work-day.

At the door was Shanti, wearing nothing but silky white embroidered saree and a seductive smile. Her large, bountiful breasts were barely concealed by a lacey, black strapless blouse and there was no bra. 

The blouse was made of a see-through material, so her plump nipples were clearly visible underneath it. She also wore a very similar petticoat which he would notice later. Black and made of lace, it left very little to the imagination. The gorgeous dusky topped off

her saree outfit with a pair of black silky hair. "I've been waiting for you," the slut purred, her dark eyes flashing with lust as she continued to smile at Dinesh.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd show up..."

"Oh..." Dinesh moaned, shaking his head. "I wouldn't miss this night for ANYTHING..."

"Hmmmm," Shanti grinned, her eyes shifting down toward his crotch. There was a HUGE lump in his slacks. "I can see that." She tilted her head in a sexy manner and offered another seductive smile. "COME on in..."

After the young woman stepped aside, Dinesh went into the apartment and closed the front door behind him. The next thing he knew, Shanti had her body curled up to his in a hot embrace. After finding his bulging cock with her right hand, Shanti pressed her lips hard against Dinesh's and offered him an intoxicating kiss, her left arm around his back. It took Dinesh a second or two to adjust to this sudden onslaught. But when he did, his arms were encircling Shanti's hot body. 

He embraced her tightly, smashing her large, firm breasts hard against his strong chest.As the two swapped tongues in a series of heated kisses, Shanti's right hand was already pumping and frigging away at Dinesh's enlarged cock, through his slacks. 

In response, he moaned against their shared kiss. For such a petite woman, he thought, Shanti had a strong grip! She kept squeezing and frigging away at his prick, with her right hand.

Dinesh moved his own hands downward, so he could grab and latch onto Shanti's ass. He gripped and cupped it with both hands, while pulling her pelvis harder against his. 

Her right hand trapped between their pressed bodies, Shanti could feel Dinesh's cock bulging against her abdomen as she kept squeezing and pumping away at it.

"Thank you for being alive," Dinesh gasped at Shanti, after breaking their mutual kiss. "I don't know what me or the other guys would do if we didn't have a fuck-doll like you." 

Shanti giggled and returned, "You'd probably sit in your room and whack-off all day long, WISHING there was someone in your life like ME!"

"You're such a nasty slut..." Dinesh moaned at her, before finding her lips again with his own, and kissing them. 

"And that's why I love you..." he added, moaning.

Shanti's right hand continued to grind away upon Dinesh's cock, as both of his hands kept up the squeeze-assault upon her magnificent ass. About 10 seconds into their latest kiss, Dinesh managed to wiggle Shanti's saree and petticoat down. 

It clung at her mid-thighs until she shoved it down and off, with her left hand. Now, Dinesh took his index finger and pressed it between Shanti's ass cheeks. 

He then slid it downward, until finding her puckered anus. The dusky moaned and writhed about in lust as Dinesh pressed his finger HARD against her anus. Always one to return such favors, Shanti quickly undid Dinesh's slacks and pushed them down. 

With her right hand, she then reached into his boxer shorts and found his cock. Now instead of squeezing it through his clothing, she could

grip and pump away with any artificial barriers in the way. 

"OHHHH my ass..." Shanti whined after breaking the kiss. She looked down behind her, watching Dinesh's finger as it grinded hard against her anus. It felt so damn GOOD! 

Dinesh used his other hand to reach up and grab a nice handful of Shanti's right breast, through her see-through blouse.He cupped and cradled the large mound, caressing its thick underside with his thumb. Shanti's expression brightened once she caught Dinesh's eyeswith her own. 

Still smiling, Dinesh flopped down onto the sofa and took a seat. Just as quickly, Shanti sank to her knees and then got rid of both his slacks and boxers. 

While giggling, a toothy grin came to Shanti's lovely face as she caught sight of Dinesh's fully-erect shaft.

"OH YEAH..." the 45-year-old man groaned, as Shanti took hold of his cock with her right hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Beautiful..." the dusky murmured, her eyes fixated upon Dinesh's pulsating shaft. 

"So beautiful..."

"You're the one that's beautiful!" Dinesh exclaimed.

In response, Shanti flashed her man a smile before tickling his balls with her left hand. Still stroking his cock with her right, the young woman licked its tip with her tongue. Then, Shanti's red lips parted, and she S-L-O-W-L-Y took his erection into her greedy little mouth.

Dinesh threw his head back and moaned in sheer ecstasy. Like the great majority of Shanti's boyfriends, Dinesh thought that NO ONE could suck cock as good as this slut. 

In fact, according to Dinesh, NO ONE even came close in comparison!

Shanti took the full length of his cock into her mouth, but then quickly withdrew it. She proceeded to grasp its base with her right hand, then lick it with her tongue... as if it were an lolly-pop. The dusky pussy used her own sweet time, deliberately working her tongue all around Dinesh's erection. She made sure to lick and tongue its every exposed area...

In response, Dinesh could do nothing but moan and shudder and delight, as he received oral pleasure from an expert on the subject - at least, in his mind (well, Shanti's too).

Dinesh started to writhe around on the sofa as Shanti began tickling his delicate testicles with fingers from her left hand again. Still grasping the base of his cock with her right hand, the nymphomaniac let out a hungry growl as she suddenly engulfed Dinesh's entire length into her mouth again. This time, she did not take it out right away. 

In fact, Shanti's lips closed tightly around his prick, and she started to suck on it, as if it were hard candy. The young woman sucked on his cock HARD, trying to swallow its entire length down her hungry throat. All the while, Dinesh groaned and sighed in a pleasurable sort of pain.

Finally, Shanti let up on the hard sucking. Wanting to go a slightly different route, she grasped the base of his cock with both of her hands. Then, Shanti's head started to bob up-and-down, her lips creating pleasurable friction with Dinesh's cock, as it slid in-and-out of her mouth. Inside her mouth, Shanti's tongue worked as it licked away upon Dinesh's bulging prick.

It would be an under-statement to say that Dinesh was in sexual heaven right now. What else could a man ask for? Here he was, with a beautiful woman on her knees in front of him, servicing his cock with her mouth. Is there ANYTHING in the universe better than this?

Dinesh sure didn't think so.

As Dinesh watched Shanti's dusky head continue to bob up-and-down over his erection, he knew what she was striving for. The slut wanted a cum-bath, and she wanted it in her mouth. Dinesh had NEVER met a woman who enjoyed guzzling sperm down her throat any more than Shanti did.

He could have lasted a bit longer, but Dinesh wanted to surprise Shanti. He did. After letting his inner defenses down, Dinesh's cock suddenly erupted in Shanti's mouth. With the sudden jet-stream of sperm coating her mouth, Shanti choked for an instant. But she straightened up, then started to swallow his gooey load down her hungry throat. Dinesh moaned in pure ecstasy as he watched a series of hard ripples appear on the dusky pussy's throat - a sign that she was guzzling his cum right down to her stomach.

Once the explosions finally settled down, Dinesh let out a gigantic moan before smiling. He then sat up and leaned over, his lips close to Shanti's face. "You are incredible, baby," he told her, pecking her forehead with a kiss.

"Thank you," Shanti giggled, withdrawing his cock from within her mouth. She looked up at him, with three gooey globs of cum dangling from her chin.

"You should get a picture taken like that," Dinesh laughed, referring to her sperm-coated chin. It would look good, Dinesh thought, in a wall frame.

"I know," Shanti giggled, wiping the cum from her chin.

Then, she sucked her fingers until they were dry. "Hey," she added. "I'm not finished with you yet, mister..."

With those words, the young woman suddenly sprang up and landed on Dinesh's lap. She quickly undid his shirt and tie, then got rid of both. At the same time, Dinesh unsnapped Shanti's lacey blouse and disposed of it, as well. Now with the exception of the dusky pussy's sexy neck.), both individuals were completely nude. 

With Shanti in his lap, Dinesh started to stroke and squeeze her 36d-sized breasts. The slut moaned at his caresses, then wrapped her arms around his neck and shuddered in pure delight. Dinesh then tweaked both of her nipples - pinching them with his thumbs and index fingers, while tugging away at the same time. Shanti slipped her right hand between her own thighs, then sighed as she rubbed her pussy.

"You're incredible," Dinesh grinned, watching her as she masturbated. "Is there anything you WON'T do?"

The dusky pussy giggled and replied, "I'll do just about anything when it comes to sex. I LOVE sex..."

For a response, the young woman did nothing but give him a playful expression, followed by a shrug of the shoulders. In an unspoken way, she was agreeing with him.

Why shouldn't she agree? Shanti knew it was the truth...

Dinesh moved one of his hands from a breast down to her ass. He pinched and squeezed the supple flesh there, while continuing to tweak and tug away at her other breast. At the same time, Shanti continued palming away, upon her pussy.

It wasn't too long before the slut was in a sexual fever again. With three hands working on different intimate parts of her body - two belonging to Dinesh, the other to herself - Shanti was very aroused. In fact, she had the sudden urge to quit this touchy-feely stuff, and get down to business.

"I want you to fuck me," she told Dinesh in a serious tone. "I want you to fuck me NOW!"

Dinesh did not need anymore coaxing.

In a flash, he laid the slut down upon the floor, then mounted her in the missionary position. His cock hard and fully-erect once again, Dinesh fisted it and prepared for entrance. 

He used his other arm to securely hook Shanti's legs over his shoulders. Then, it was time for him to sink his prick into the tight confines of Shanti's heavenly pussy. Not wasting any time, Dinesh quickly prodded his cock all the way into her - up to his balls, in fact.

"FUCK ME!" Shanti demanded, screaming at him. "HARD!"

Her lewd, nasty outbursts triggered an inferno within Dinesh's body. He obliged the nymphomaniac, immediately starting to slam away at her petite body. 

In fact, his erection was piston in-and-out of her at WARP speed. While screaming in a delirious delight, Shanti managed to wrap her arms around Dinesh's shoulders and squeeze tightly. Meanwhile, her face rocked from side-to-side in a continual motion. Shanti LOVED hard, physical sex like this. It was as if she and Dinesh were wild animals, fucking in the forest.This was HER type of sex...

At the same time, Dinesh was growling and moaning in a frantic manner as well. Likewise, he LOVED physical sex, too. He could pound and thrust away at Shanti, and she would never ask him to stop. Shanti was a living fuck-doll, Dinesh thought, and she NEVER said 'no' or 'stop' to anything!

Her face still rocking from side-to-side, Shanti continued to scream and yelp in pure lust as Dinesh kept pounding her. His hips were moving at maximum speed, his cock sliding in- and-out of her sweet pussy at the same time. The pair of lust-lovers continued to scream and roar, their sounds of passion echoing throughout the entire apartment.

"MY ASS!" Shanti suddenly roared. "Before you cum, I want you to fuck my ASS!"

"Wet dreams do come true..." Dinesh growled, as he pulled his cock out of Shanti's pussy, then flipped her over onto her stomach, upon the floor. She immediately rose to her hands and knees, with her ass jutting upward - awaiting entrance. 

Still in a frantic state of mind, Dinesh somehow remembered to smear the slut's ass with a helping of anal lubricant. After tossing the butter jar off to the side, Dinesh then fisted his cock and FORGED his way into Shanti's ass. Her hips wiggling in a lewd way, Shanti cried in pure lust as Dinesh buried his cock all the way inside her anus. 

With his balls stuffed against her ass, Dinesh grabbed her hips and then started a hard, fierce thrusting motion.

Needless to say, Shanti's tight, puckered anus gripped and squeezed Dinesh's shaft like an unforgiving vice. To him, the feeling was incredible. 

It felt so good, mere words could not do it justice. Gripping and squeezing her hips with both hands, Dinesh growled as he continued thrusting his cock in-and-out of her vice-tight anus. 

There wasn't anything like giving a woman a serious ass-fucking, Dinesh told himself. Unfortunately, he did not have the stamina to last much longer. 

No one could blame him... not only was Dinesh fucking Shanti's little anus, but he had just finished doing the same exact thing to her sweet pussy! 

Sensing his climax was at hand, Dinesh once again buried his cock to the balls inside the dusky's ass. 

He then roared in wild, passionate ecstasy, as his shaft once again exploded - this time, deep within Shanti's bowels. "YES!" she screamed, encouraging him. 

"YES! CUM IN MY ASS! MY ASS! AAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! CUM IN MY AAAAASS!"

And that was just their first encounter of the evening.

As things turned out, Dinesh somehow found the strength to fuck Shanti four more times over the next couple of hours. 

In addition, he filled and flooded her mouth with his sperm two more times. At age 45 he still had enough power to do it.

Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 02



Vish was just 19 years and was already into major times with women and sex -- all ages, he fucked all including the across the road tailor's daughter Suma who loved sucking his dick in the backyard where they had the cow shed -- he made her bend and swallow his prick and release the pent up sperm into her mouth, down her throat. He was eyeing his aunt Shanti -- her mother's sister. She was his next target and he wanted her badly -- she was sex incarnate and everytime he saw her with Sridhar -- the lousy husband, Vish wanted to tie him up and fuck his wife right in front of him. 

It did not take much time -- Shanti seduced him on the Lori day while they all went out to participate with the North Indians down the road -- she was wearing a nice Kaftan and nothing beneath and stood aside along with her siblings and right infront he was watching her -- she watched him and slowly the eyes saw the smoke between them turn opaque and in no time the function was over. Shanti was alone that night and Vish was aware -- he did not want to lose this chance.

"I have to go far -- can someone drop me home ", she quipped well within his hearing distance.

His mother Aishwarya immediately shouted, "Vish -- drop Aunty home and stay there tonight and come back in the morning."

*How he's grown*, Shanti thought to herself as she sat behind the young man on his bike. She traced the contours of his deep, well-muscled chest with her fingertips. His body had filled out wonderfully. The weak thinness of his boyhood had metamorphosed into superbly sculpted musculature befitting his aquiline, clean-shaven features and gentle eyes. 

They reached home and the guard leered at her and his mind told him that the boy will fuck his aunt -- Shanti was a sex goddess and men drooled over the slut even in a blanket draped around her -- they could strip her naked.

That night she did him in -- and it was not long before -- in the kitchen while she was trying to make some coffee for him -- he came and cupped her boobs and she slapped him and he held her hands to the wall and kissed her back as a retaliation and she came from the fake and allowed herself to submit -- only after throwing all rights and wrongs of such relationships which had no impact on him and actually even on her-they had no influence -- she had fucked his father silly so many times -- his sister was their sex slave -- our own Madhavi and if things went okay, Shanti was going to make the brother fuck the sister in front of her in this house.

It was 6 months and their affair was steady and going good.

His lovemaking had improved immeasurably. She smiled to herself at the memory of what he had done to her and made her do to him; a6 months ago, he had not possessed such strength, such stamina, such staying power. Now he could fuck masterfully, alternating between a savagely demanding ram-fucking and a gentle, intense stoking of his lover's passion. The combination was like fire and ice, and his lovers were ecstatic. Shanti kissed her handsome young nephew tenderly, her tongue slithering between his lips.

Vish was an intensely handsome young man. He had a square, masculine jaw, a strong, aquiline nose, deep-set eyes, short, thick hair. His chest was well-defined and muscled, the belly hard and flat. Broad shoulders, padded with muscle, sliced in a sharp V to a narrow waist and high hips. The torso was smooth and hairless all over. 

A thin gold chain glinted around his neck. His arms and legs were curved with muscle. Between his legs, ten inches long when erect, and correspondingly thick, his uncircumcised penis was an instrument of joy.

Over time, he had learned to use his body with great skill and dexterity. He was doing so now, and Shanti was going wild. Much older than him, she had retained her looks and figure and was often mistaken for a woman several years younger. Her oval face was cute, with a pert nose, slightly hooded eyes, a rosebud mouth with sensual lips. Her skin was fair and smooth as cream, and her hair was silky and long. Her breasts were full and shapely, with stiff and stubby nipples in puckered aureoles. Her buttocks were firmly rounded, her belly firm. Her arms and legs were firm and shapely. She wore earrings, a gold wedding band, a thin gold necklace, gold bangles and a long black-beaded *mangalsutra* with a diamond studded pendant.

Vish's hips rocked slowly back and forth, pumping evenly. He fucked her cunt unhurriedly, standing on the floor beside the bed on which Shanti lay naked with her hips at the edge. Her legs were splayed wide, her feet locked about his hips. He bent over her, forcing her legs wide and high with his hands. His cock went slowly in and out of her cunt and he grinned, his handsome face flushed. The gold chain slithered on his chest as he watched her writhe and moan in ecstasy beneath him. He loved fucking his aunts, Chitra and Shanti. 

They were wonderful in bed and had taught him much. The incestuous nature of their relationship didn't trouble any of them. Now he fondled Shanti's swollen breasts and she arched with a loud gasp, her hands flying down to caress his balls and thick shaft. She spread her cunt-lips further open to receive him. Her breasts squeezed together as her shoulders hunched. He caressed her hard clitoris and stroked her belly and thighs and cunt and breasts. Gripping her hips, he swung his buttocks in slow circles, grinding down into her.

"OHHHHH Vish yes ... OHHHH god yes ... fuck me baby yes oh UHHH oHHH uhhhh OHHH uhh Vish-Vish-Vish uhh OHHHH uhh OHH," she called, her cries rising.

Her young nephew flexed his buttocks and swung his hips rhythmically. Her face jerked to one side, contorting with sexual excitement, her white teeth bared and her back arched steeply. His thrusts rolled her body up onto the small of her back, jerking and snapping. Her breasts bounced as he began to move faster. "C'mon ... take it ... mm, yeh ... ohhh yeh ... take it bitch ... take it!" Vish gasped.

"Ohhhh yes ... that's it ... mmm yeh ... ohhh yeh ... do it lover ... do it ... fuck me good baby mm OHHH yeh ohhh yes yes ..." Shanti replied.

He went into hard, and she sucked in her breath with a loud hiss.

"OHHH Vish OHHHH uhhh Vish uhhhhh OHHH uhhh - OHHH," she moaned deliriously. "Ohhhh god baby yes ... ohhh that feels so good ... mmmm yeh ... that's it baby ... yes ... do it ... do it Vish ... ohhhh uhh OHHH uhh OHHH uhh OHHH I want you babe Yes uhhh OHHHH yes-yes-yes!"

"Take it uhhhhh yeh ohhh god yeh yeh ... take it ... take it all you whore take it!" Vish growled, exciting her with his language. "C'mon you slut ... take it ... take it whore ... take it OHHH fuck OHHHHH yeh OHHHHH uhh OH!"

Shanti's cunt convulsed and contracted like a hot, wet suction device on Vish's dark, throbbing, vein-ridged tool. He swung his hips, and she moaned louder as he churned her cunt using his cock like a pestle. Her hips rolled under his, and her back arched and fell, arched and fell. Her head jerked from side to side. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed. She ran her tongue sensuously over her upper lip. She squeezed and rolled her breasts under her hands. His cock was wonderful, its thick veins pumping blood and rasping against her gorged clitoris. In and out, in and out, he went, abruptly changing the tempo to a furious "inoutinoutinoutinout", making her whimper and cry out loudly in sheer delight. Abruptly, he slowed again, then hit a rapid-fire stroke without warning, slowed, quickened, slowed and quickened, slowed and quickened, slowed again. Shanti cried out deliriously, her body whipping and writhing and thrashing on the bed in front of him. Vish chuckled softly and squeezed her breasts. She moaned. Slowly, he eased his cock out of her. His body glistened with sweat. He breathed heavily through flared nostrils, not yet panting.

Vish felt good. He had the stamina, the control. He could fuck her for a long time yet before he came. He squeezed his penis into her cunt again and Shanti arched steeply under him, gasping and moaning her pleasure. Laughing at her reaction, in complete control of himself, Vish slid his hands up her body and squeezed her swollen breasts. His penis surged into her flesh, driving in deeper and deeper till he was fully embedded in her slit. Shanti groaned, her head arched to one side, her hips arched up in exquisite tension. His penis was heavenly inside her, hot and hard and thick and heavy.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Come on, Vish, fuck me! Fuck my cunt ... Ohhh baby yes! Ohhh yes ... Mmm ... yes ... ohh that's so good ... yes ... fuck me!" 

Chuckling at her fervid, obscene love-calls, Vish fucked his aunt slowly, with immense enjoyment. Her cunt was hot and tight and it convulsed powerfully on his throbbing penis. She had considerable experience and she controlled the contracting of her cunt muscles in a steady, erotic rhythm, gyrating her hips gently in tight circles to caress his aroused shaft. He flexed his buttocks and slid into her flesh again with a soft sigh, swinging his hips and entering her from all angles. Shanti kissed him hungrily. His buttocks rose and his great cock slid up and out, paused, then squeezed steadily into her flesh again, squelching and scrunching softly through her sodden cunt-flesh.Vish got onto the bed on his back with his hips at the edge, his legs hanging over. Shanti swung a leg across his hips and straddled his crotch, her back to him. Taking his penis in her hands, she positioned herself over it. With a loud, rattling gasp, she sank her hips onto his upright penis. Beneath her, Vish gasped as her hot cunt engulfed his cock. Moaning, she writhed ecstatically on the burning member between her legs, her face flushed with lust, her body shining with sex-sweat. Her hips swung erotically in tight circles, spiraling down onto his penis till it was embedded in her cunt-flesh.

"OHHHH baby YESSSS!" she gasped, her buttocks flexing, her hips grinding round and round. "Yes! Ohhh god yes, Vish, yes!"

He slid his hands under her buttocks and she bent forward, her legs folded beneath her, her hands on his knees. They began to move together. Her back swung and curved and bent like a bowstring as he pumped his hips under her, thrusting his cock into her hot, wet cunt. Her buttocks rose and fell, going steeply up and down, up and down, up and down, a good eight inches or more each time, their groins scrunching wetly together. Her cunt-lips slid up the rigid, throbbing, vein-ridged shaft of his cock and jerked down again. Her face turned up, her lips parted, her eyes fluttered and she panted and moaned deliriously in bliss as hot fires spread through her body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled and she squeezed them in excitement, crushing them in her hands. Holding her buttocks, he pulled them open and pressed a fingertip to her anus. She moaned, writhing on his cock.

"Oh-uhhh-OH-uhhhOh-uhhh-OHHH-uhhh," she cried. "Fuck me, Vish, fuck me!"

"Yeh! Take it! Take it! Take it! Take my cock, bitch! Take it all! Come on, whore, come on, come on, come on OHHHHH yeh!"

In bed, she was no longer his aunt, and he used no honorific in addressing her. Now she was a woman to be bedded well and fucked hard, like a gutter-whore.

Trembling and whimpering, her cunt convulsing feverishly on his penis, Shanti bucked up and down on her nephew's swollen penis, her head arched back, her lips wide, her eyes half- shut, moaning like a slut. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with their motions, and she squeezed them hard in her hands, rolling her palms over her rigid nipples, moaning obscenities. Reaching down, she squeezed his heavy balls and fingered his shaft.

They slowed and she rose off his penis and, turning around to face him, impaled her cunt on his cock once again. Bending forward, she thrust her tongue greedily into his mouth, grinding her hips on his. Moaning thickly, leaning forward on outstretched arms, she began to rock and jerk up and down on his cock. He groaned and moved with her, thrusting his enormous penis into her again and again. Her cunt slid up and down the length of this cock, which appeared and vanished between the creamy lobes of her buttocks. She flexed them rapidly over his penis, her cunt contracting powerfully on it and he gasped and thrust up hard into her. She moaned and rocked faster and faster. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and her necklaces danced and tossed this way and that. She flung her face back and he squeezed her breasts hard. She moaned obscenely to him to fuck her harder. Faster and faster they moved, their bodies jerking hungrily. Craning his neck, he squeezed her breasts together and sucked sharply on both nipples at once. Shanti hissed in joy.

"Yes ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Vish ... fuck my cunt ... Ohhhh yes!" Shanti cried.

Vish gripped her buttocks and rocked her rapidly up and down on his pumping hips. Pulling her buttocks open, he pressed his fingertip to her anus. Instantly, she gasped, her cunt grinding down hungrily onto his penis.

"Vish ... use the dildo ... the long, thin one ..." she muttered.

Her nephew understood at once. He picked up a slim, nine-inch long, pre-lubricated rubber dildo and pressed the conical head to her anus. Shanti paused, tense, her buttocks split open as he pressed it to her rectum.

"Now," she gasped. "Shove it in, Vish!"

His finger tightened and he slid the dildo through into herrear-channel. Shanti's head whipped back and she cried out, her lipstearing wide in a rictus of joy, tendons popping in her neck. The dildo and his penis were separated by the merest membrane of flesh.

"OHHHHHHHH! OHHH NIR-UHHHHVOHGOD YES OHHHH YES!" she cried. Shanti's cunt slammed down on his penis, convulsing frenetically. Vish gasped, arching into her. She moaned. Her buttocks and hips trembled and writhed.

"More," she panted. "More, Vish! Put it all in! Quickly! OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Vish sucked sharply on her swaying breasts as he forced the dildo deeper and deeper into her anus. Exercising control, he held himself still under her. Shanti began to move, her hips swaying and rolling and rocking and bucking over his lap. Keeping his hips rock- steady, letting her move, Vish slowly slid the dildo out of her anus. Shanti gasped sharply, her face contorting at the sudden release of pressure. Her cunt slammed down on his penis and instantly, Vish forced the dildo deep into her anus.

"OHHHHHHHH NIRUHHHHHHVYES OHHHH OHH UNHHH OHHHH OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHH!"

Vish chuckled at her joyous, lusty shriek. Her anus and cunt convulsed frenetically on the dildo and his penis.

"Like it?" he growled. "Like it, bitch? Like having it in both your ass and cunt, hah?"

"Yes ... Ohhhh ... yes yes yes," she moaned feverishly, kissing his face.

"Then come on, whore ... take it ... take it all!" Vish began to move under her, pumping his hips up and down, driving his cock in and out of her heaving, writhing cunt, while he stroked the dildo smoothly in and out of her anus. Shanti was delirious with joy. Her head snapped back and forth, and her body jerked and bounced in a frenzy over his, her breasts bouncing violently. Her moans and gasps were loud and lewd. Vish slapped her swinging, pendulous breasts lightly with the back of his free hand and she hissed in delight and lowered them to his mouth.

Prolonging the pleasure, they slowed and he eased the dildo out of her anus. Shanti whimpered and slid off his penis. Gasping and panting, she slid down to kneel on the floor and buried her face in his crotch. Vish grunted happily and spread his legs. Her mouth was warm and moist and her tongue was electric and hungry. She sucked his cock greedily, licking the cock-head rapidly, probing his glans with her tongue-tip. The sensation was exquisite and extraordinary. Vish moved her head over his lap with one hand.

"Mmm ... yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my cock, Shanti ... suck it ... yeh ... that's good ... yeh ... mm ... suck it all, slut ... come on!" he murmured happily.

Vish craned his head to look at her and smiled at the sight. Her head bobbed rapidly over his lap, her fingers curled lovingly around his erect penis, pumping it deftly. Her lips were clamped about his cock-head and good part of his shaft, and her face was distended with the size of his cock. Her tongue worked his penis incessantly and adroitly, curling and swirling around his bulbous cock-head, probing the glans. She scraped his shaft delicately with her teeth, making him grunt in pleasure. Her eyes flicked up and she saw him watching her and smiled, her eyes dancing mischievously. Pausing briefly, Shanti looped her long *mangalsutra* and gold necklace several times around his penis. Now her head was pinned to his crotch. Vish groaned as she took his cock in her mouth again and he felt the sharp rasp of her necklaces on his cock-head and shaft.

"Stop," he gasped. "Enough, Shanti ... stop!"

Shanti paused, giggling and gently unwound the necklaces. Sliding upward, kissing and licking his hard belly, tonguing his navel, she squeezed her breasts around his throbbing shaft. Vish groaned and flopped back. Her hard nipples raked his shaft and the warmth of the breast-sheath made him tremble with pleasure. She masturbated his penis deftly with her breasts, occasionally licking and sucking his cock-head. Gasping, his chest heaving, Vish pulled her up over him. Her breasts scraped against his lean, muscular body and they kissed, her tongue roving hungrily in his mouth. He fondled her swollen breasts tenderly as her hips squirmed and writhed against his. She groped for his cock, moving it between her thighs and quickly slipped into her cunt. Vish chuckled, smiling with pleasure. She grinned down at him, kissing his nose and eyes, tonguing his ear, her hips rocking gently over his, her cunt slithering up and down his shaft.

"This is wonderful," she murmured, bending her head to suck on his nipple. "I love your body, Vish ... and your cock ..."

He laughed, caressing her smooth, firm back and buttocks, gently teasing them apart to finger her anus, fondling her thighs and breasts. She squirmed and writhed over him. "I want to lick your slit, babe," he murmured, kissing her. "Come on." Gently, Vish rolled over, his big, thick penis still in her cunt. She laughed, her body under his and caressed his wide shoulders and deep chest sensuously. His hips rocked gently back and forth, his penis glistening as it stroked and pumped gently in and out of her cunt. Her hips writhed and bounced in unison with his prick.

Slowly, he eased out of her cunt and, bending his head, dragged his tongue over one breast. Shanti murmured happily, closing her eyes. His tongue flicked at her rigid nipple, moved to the other, returned to the first. Squeezing the warm, turgid flesh in his hand, he sucked on her breast and Shanti groaned softly, erotically caressing the other breast under her open palm. He moved to the other breast, swirling his tongue over her puckered aureole, scraping the hard nipple across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth and Shanti hissed softly in pleasure. Twining his fingers in her necklaces, he rasped them across her nipples, making her gasp and arch sharply in delight. Her fingers entwined in his hair and she clenched his head to her chest. Squeezing her breasts together, he plied both nipples simultaneously with his tongue, nibbling gently on them. Shanti arched, groaning her pleasure and then gasped loudly as he dragged her necklaces between his teeth and rolled them with his tongue over her rigid breast-tips.

"Yes!" she murmured. "Oh yes!"

Still sucking and nibbling her nipples and breasts, he slid his fingers down over her belly to her crotch. Her legs opened wide. He dragged his finger down her slit and masturbated her gently and deftly, knuckling her gorged clitoris. Shanti trembled, her hipswrithing against his hand. Vish released her breasts and slowly moved downward, swirling his tongue through her navel, descending lower to nuzzle her crotch. Shanti pulled her cunt-lips open for him.




Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 02



"Come on, Vish," she groaned softly. "Lick my slit!"

Vish pulled her cunt-lips open and his tongue rippled through her soggy but extremely sweaty and moist cunt and Shanti moaned thickly, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts in excitement. His tongue felt wonderful, thick and heavy and it darted and flickered in and out of her cunt, rapping at the hard knob of her clitoris. He shoved his face in deeper and sucked on her clitoris. Shanti gasped, gripping his head and moving it round and round between her thighs, her hips writhing ecstatically.

"Ohhhhh! OHhhhh yes, Vish! Ohhhh god yes!" she gasped. "Ohhh Vish yes! Oh ma unhhh yes!"

Shanti's young nephew tongue-fucked her expertly, Leisurely exploring her moist cunt with his tongue, he drove his lovely aunt towards an orgasm. His tongue flickered and darted this way and that in her cunt-flesh. Her cries were sharp and striking. Her loins lurched and writhed eagerly under his head and her face flipped from side to side, contorted with lust.

"Ohhh god Vish yes! Ohhh baby yes ... ohhhh that's so good, my lover, yes!" she gaspe , squeezing her breasts hard in her hands.

Shanti's cries grew sharper and Vish sensed her orgasm. He continued plying his tongue in her slit till she was frantic, her body jerking and snapping eagerly back and forth on the bed, her breasts bouncing gently. She pinched and twirled her throbbing nipples and hissed joyously, a hand flat on the base of her belly, which was sucked inward with tension. Her face was suffused with lust, her lips in a wide 'O', her eyes closed, her nostrils dilated. The sensations between her thighs were overpowering. She soared towards another orgasm.

"Come on come on come on Vish ... come on ... Ohhh yes ... Ohhh I am your slut your slave yes! Ohhh unhhhh Ohhh ... Unhhhhh Ohhhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!" she cried.

Just as she was about to come, he stopped and lifted his head. Shanti gasped in shock and disbelief, panting and moaning, cursing him savagely, pleading for release. Vish laughed.

"Not so fast, bitch," he chuckled. "I'm going to fuck your brains out, whore!"

Rising to his feet, he flipped her over onto her front, her knees on the edge of the bed, her hips and buttocks raised high so that he could fuck her cunt from behind. She bent forward on her forearms, her breasts swinging, and moaned aloud as he squeezed his penis between her buttocks and into her cunt.

"OHHHH yes!" she gasped as the heat of his penis surged into her flesh. "Fuck me, Vish ... fuck me hard! Ohhh god I want it! I want it all!"

Vish grunted as her cunt convulsed on his throbbing penis. Flexing his buttocks, he slid it deeper still into her flesh, and deeper still, till his thighs and balls were pressed against her buttocks and his cock was fully embedded in her moist warmth. Beneath him, Shanti whimpered deliriously, her buttocks swaying and writhing and squirming greedily against his thighs. He slid his hands up her smooth, lovely back and cupped her pendulous breasts. Shanti groaned softly.

He began to fuck her slowly and unhurriedly, holding her breasts, flexing and unflexing his buttocks rhythmically, moving his throbbing penis in and out of her cunt-flesh in long, smooth strokes. His cock distended her cunt-lips and went into her with a squeeze, pulled out a good eight inches, then spiraled in again as he rolled and swung his hips gently. "Take it, whore Shanti ... take it!" he grunted, his lips hot on the nape of her neck.

Shanti twisted her face and he kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her breasts, pressing his thighs to her buttocks. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and enveloped his penis like a glove. He buried himself inside her and paused.

"God, you're good," she gasped. "You're so good ..."

He laughed softly and moved again and she struggled at the counterpane in delight. Now he went in with a roll, paused, slid out, paused, went in with a quicker, faster twist then came out, paused, went in, came out, paused, went in, paused came out, paused. "OHHHhh yeh OHHH god yes ohhh yes ohhh uhh OHHH uhh OHHHH uhh OHHHH uhh OHHHHHHHHH uhhh!" Shanti whimpered 

"MMM, yeh...ohhhh god yeh ... take it ohhh yeh ... take it .." he gasped.

He began to move faster. Shanti moaned and rocked under him, her swollen, pendulous breasts and necklaces swinging and tossing. Vish straightened, his hands on her hips and began to move her body up and down, jerking her cunt back and forth along the length of his shaft as he pumped his hips steadily at her buttocks.

"Harder!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder, Vish! Come on! Do it! Do it to me! Give it to me, Vish! Take me! Ohhhhhh yes! Ohhhhh god yes! OHHH unhhh OH OH OH OHHH!"

Vish moved even faster, plunging deeply into her cunt, steadily increasing the tempo till he was pounding furiously into her, ramming his cock in and out of her cunt. Her body rocked and jerked and swung under his, her breasts jiggled back and forth, her necklaces flapping wildly. He squeezed her turgid breasts and tugged at her rigid nipples. Shanti's face contorted in a rictus of passion. Suddenly, he hammered his hips at her in a series of wild, savage, ramming thrusts.

"OHHHHH! UHHHHH OHH UNHHHHOHH VISH YES OHHHHHH GOD YES OHHHHH YES TAKE ME! TAKE ME VISH OHHHHH YES FUCK ME OHH GOD YES FUCK ME HARDER VISH!" Shanti cried.

He was insatiable. Shanti felt dizzy with lust. On and on he went, ploughing in and out of her, plundering her body, thrusting rapidly in and out of her flesh, his thighs slapping against her buttocks, his penis squelching and grinding in and out, in and out, in and out.

"Take it ... ohhhh yes ... take it ... take it, whore, take it!" he growled softly.

Gripping her thighs, he pulled them down and she fell forward on her front with a gasp. Vish bent deeply over her and hit a furious, ram-fucking stroke, his buttocks pounding violently over hers, his cock pistoning savagely up and down, up and down, in and out of her cunt. Shanti's face was turned to one side and her gasps were sharp and staccato. The huge penis burned and throbbed and seared as it plunged in and out of her cunt.

"Take it! Take my cock! Take it you fuckin' bitch! Take it!" he called.

Now their lust was uncontainable and both were aching for the sweet relief of an orgasm. Vish moved up onto the bed, turning her over under him and slid his cock into her cunt again and immediately began fucking her rapidly, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips snapping and swinging back and forth.

Shanti groaned joyfully, arching her back, spreading her legs, kissing and caressing his face and torso. His penis was hot andhard and felt wonderful as it pistoned and drove powerfully in and out of her convulsing cunt. Faster and faster they went, their bodies crashing and rocking together and at last, with an unexpected cry, Shanti had an orgasm, her back cambering, the breath hissing from her throat. Vish flung his head back and moaned, rocking into her hard several times, his hips twitching at hers. 

At the last minute, he pulled himself out of her and, moving up, straddled her face, pushing his penis into her mouth. She sucked it hungrily and, within seconds, groaning, he came, shooting his jizz into her mouth and spattering her face and breasts with his gunk and Shanti moaned softly, a wide smile of pleasure creasing her face as she jerked his cock for more. She swallowed his gunk, licking her lips, still sucking her cock. 

Vish grinned and moved between her legs again. His penis was still hard. With a sigh of pleasure, he squeezed it slowly into her cunt again. Shanti groaned and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.

"Now," she said. "Fuck me all over again, Vish. Fuck me hard! This time, I want it in my ass!"

She lifted her legs high, her hands under her knees, rolling her buttocks up. Her anus opened in invitation. Vish bent over and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. She tensed, then moaned deliriousl

"Come on, Vish ... shove it in! Fuck my butt!" she gasped.

Vish smiled down at her. She really was an incredible mistress.

"After you suck my cock some more, whore," he grunted. "First give me head!"

The ripping of the Ass in the next instalment, wait till then my dear readers.



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 03



Suhas was a famous businessman and had accounts in all the accounts but loved the bank where Shanti worked – she was his attraction and he had a big role in turning her into a paid whore, the Bank Manager Sumit himself a recipient of Shanti in all forms, offered her to Suhas as a 'gift' for the multicrore investment the tycoon made in the private bank and Shanti became a sex toy of the varied pleasures she and Chitra offered.

He fucked her on Varamhalxmi day every year since last 3 years – he loved the smell of Shanti with that dress on her – the smell of the incense sticks on her saree, the silk saree per se, the scent of the rituals on her and above all the beauty radiated after the pooja and he love fucking her – inserting the flowers and the pearl necklace and the silver thread in her cunt and ass at the same time while she took his cock in her mouth along with the milk she would bring in the silver vessel – which she would pour on hid dick before devouring it. It was extremely difficult to make out the slut in her – she was pious spiritual and above all extremely docile and dormant – and temple freak – a very religious woman on the outside and nobody could ever know what a slut she was inside. 

Suhas besides being a well off man also was an ex neighbor of Shanti and had seen her as a child and especially when she was 18 – on the marriage of his own son- made the sinned mother of Shanti who was his whore – offer her daughter to him at the same time while her daughter was losing her hymen to the new husband – it is a different story that Suhas and the son Shyam fucked Geeta - the mother and Shanti together multiple times and in various holes and left them in spunk for days.

He was well-off and enjoyed spending his money on whores and call-girls, especially Shanti.

He knew her for nearly 11 years now –she was 26 and married and she was the best, and only three other women he knew came close, mother Geeta who was now touching 50 but still had all the sex in her cunt as much as Shanti, her sister, Chitra, their other niece, Neena and her friend Maya and Reema. 

These were the finest women to fuck in the country and, quite possibly anywhere. Suhas was a well-travelled man. To his mind, few women were as sexy or competent. What set these girls apart was their unbridled and evident enjoyment of their fuck moments one was passionately addicted to sex. There was nothing mechanical about their lovemaking, no hint of indifference or jealousy, no matter how many times they fucked him. They gave themselves completely to him, as they would to a lover or a bridegroom.

Suhas looked forward to a night of exceptional fucking. As an old fuck mate and her regular client and because he wanted privacy – he was going to enjoy her at Shanti's place – the safest, the night was clear and warm, with a gentle breeze from the sea. Shanti and he were out on the broad, long porch,Shanti was seated on the top but one step, looking relaxed and lovely. She wore a dangerously small kurti, the brassiere barely covering her breasts, the panty very small and thin, barely covering her cunt. The lehanga was see- through and in fact as good as not there. 

Shanti was extremely sexy, very sexy sensual and desirable – Suhas saw it in her when she was eighteen, while she would visit his place aa a friend of his daughter – he wanted her since then and a time came to fund her education and the price was – she gave him all her holes in the presence and with the assistance of her mother Geeta – who was a socialite whore- all her children were born to different fathers – and the man she married, Rangan – was a cockold like the husbands of her daughters, that ran in the Family. 

Shanti was tall – for an Indian woman, around 170 cms, with an extremely well-kept figure. Her face was round and sweet, with a pert little nose, dark, hooded eyes, hair that hung to the middle of her back in a wave and was clipped behind her neck in a pony-tail with a broad tortoise-shell clip. Her rosebud mouth was lightly rouged. Her skin was smooth and creamy and fair, and she had square hands and feet. The wrists and ankles were slender and nicely turned the limbs smooth and unflawed. Her breasts were full and high and firm. They thrust invitingly outward, squeezed together by the taut silver colored blouse to form a delectable cleavage with the black bra. 

Her belly was flat and firm, her hips curved with slender buttocks, her legs shapely.

She wore a thin gold necklace.

Suhas had attended her marriage when she was 23 years to Sridhar, but that only made it more exciting. There was a diamond ring on one hand and a gold wedding band on the other. Suhas was a tall, well-built man in his late forties, much older to her. He had a good, hard, lean body. He had a V-shaped, hairless torso with a hard, flat belly. The chest was broad and deep, the shoulders and arms thick with muscle, as were his legs. His face was lean and handsome, clean-shaven, with a firm jaw and a fine nose and a slim mouth. His hair was cut short, the eyes dark and deep-set. Shanti knew his body intimately. 

Shanti let her eyes slide over his body and felt a ripple of genuine desire. She returned his smile. He moved closer to her. She leaned on her elbows of the step behind her and tilted her face up. He reached down and cupped her pretty face in one hand, his eyes sliding down the deep valley between her breasts. The blouse was of some translucent material, and he could see the stubby points of her nipples through the bra which was completely soft and skinny and the dark shadow of their aureoles.

She toyed with her necklace sensuously, twining her fingers in it, moving it between her breasts, encircling one mound with the chain, stroking her nipple with it. She lifted the necklace to her sensual lips, parting them, letting her tongue slide out and around the gold braid, plucking at it with her lips. He grinned. "Horny?"

"Very. And getting hotter by the minute."

"That's good."

"It's what you pay for. And you have been fucking me since that night when Mala your daughter was into her first night – don't whether she lost her cherry – I lost mine to your massive prick and soon – two days later , you took my ass."

"Is that all that matters to you?"

She grinned. "No. You know that. It's the man that counts .and I'm glad you do," she replied softly, her eyes glittering.

He bent forward and cupped her breast in one hand, his head bending to hers. He felt her breast swell and harden in his hand, the nipple shooting erect as their lips met. Her lips parted slowly beneath his, her tongue snaking out to fence against his,her lips plucking at his. He flicked the straps of her bra through the blouse – tore the blouse off her shoulders and they fell low, exposing her now turgid breasts. She sighed and her face became gently suffused with pleasure as he fondled one breast then the other. His head dipped, his tongue sliding down her neck.

Shanti's body warmed at his touch. He was a good lover, competent and gentle, and she enjoyed the sex. He plucked off the blouse completely and fondled her breasts, relishing the weight and shape and size of them, thumbing the erect nipples gently. Shanti murmured softly in deep pleasure. His lips hovered tantalizingly over her breast, and Shanti sighed deeply, her eyes closing languidly. She arched her chest to his face, lifting and squeezing the mound to his lips. She gasped softly as his tongue snaked out and swirled over her aureole and nipple, flicking at it rapidly. His finger slid between her thighs through the silk saree and petticoat and they parted without hesitation. Suhas slid his thumb under her panties and rolled them down. She kicked them off quickly, saree petticoat and panties and forked her legs wider still. He slid his forefinger down her crack and it came away wet. Suhas grinned at the look of un-faked lust on her face, and bent his head to her breasts again. She arched, her face turning to one side as his lips parted and she felt her gorged breast slip into his warm, moist mouth. Her body arched and she clenched his head, her eyes half-closed.

"Mm, that's lovely," she murmured. "Yes ... ohhh yes ..."

Suhas sucked on her breast gently, then more firmly, and she gasped, moaning thickly as his teeth and tongue rippled at her breast-tips. He scraped his teeth across the nipple, squeezing and crushing the other breast, pinching and twirling and tweaking the nipple in his fingers. His tongue rolled and coiled and swirled lovingly around the one in his mouth.

"Mmmmm, yes ohhhhhh yes baby yes ..." Shanti moaned softly.

Suhas moved to the other breast, and now Shanti raised her foot high, pressing it to his crotch. Suhas' cock throbbed and began to rise. She began to stroke it through his trousers with her shapely foot, moving it up and down. Suhas sucked on her breast hard, making her whimper thickly. Slowly, he slid lower, his body warming as she caressed him. She leaned back further, tilting her face upward as he kissed her fair belly and ran his tongue through her navel, stroking her thighs with his fingers. Her legs splayed wider apart and her hips arched as his head slipped even lower. He paused, his mouth inches from her fuzz-rimmed cunt-lips and chuckled as she lifted her loins and clawed her cunt-lips open. "C'mon Suhas ... lick my cunt ...," she muttered.

He leaned forward, pulling her cunt-lips open and she moaned thickly as his hot breath seared into her cunt. His tongue swirled into the pool of cunt-juice between her thighs and Shanti moaned thickly and her head dropped forward. Her lips parted and her face glowed with excitement. Her shoulders hunched and her breasts felt hot and swollen and hard. She caressed them sensuously, watching him tongue-fuck her, excited as much by the sight as by the exquisite sensations flooding her loins. His tongue darted in and out and rolled round and round in her cunt. His head swam with the taste and musky smell of her cunt-juice. She gripped his head and moved it round and round and up and down between her thighs, moaning as it rippled in her slit. Her loins writhed and twitched under his mouth.

"Mmm ... ohhhh yes ... mmm yeh ohhhh mmmm yeh ohhhhh yes yes ... mmm, yes ... ohhh that's so good ... yes ...," she moaned softly, arching her head.

He left her teetering on the verge of an orgasm when he rose to his feet, his lips shining with her juices. Shanti was in deep heat now, like a rutting bitch. He smiled. Like the very best whores, Shanti enjoyed her fuck with im.

Shanti slid to her knees before her client and, reaching up, undid his shirt, knotting the ends at his waist. Then she flicked open his trousers and slid down the zipper, tugging the trousers down to his ankles. His cock was thickening already, big and long and dark. She took it in her hands and he gasped as her adroit fingers curled lovingly about the thick, vein-ridged shaft. She began to caress his cock, jerking it slowly, rolling it in her open palms. She was an experienced and adroit lover and knew how to give pleasure.

She slid the foreskin back and he gasped as her long tongue snaked out and coiled and swirled over his cock-head. It was wet and warm, incredibly erotic. His loins surged violently. He controlled himself head bent, his breath short, jerking his hips at her face. Her lips parted and slipped down around his cock-head, her tongue still flicking at his, teasing it. Slowly, she took more and more of it into her moist, warm mouth and her cheeks hollowed and her face distended as she began to suck his penis, still jerking his tool with her hand. Her head bobbed slowly back and forth. She paused, licked his cock-head than resumed her sucking. Dipping her head, she sucked his balls, tongued them, drew her tongue down into the crevice between his buttocks, rose again sucked him again.

Suhas fucked her mouth slowly, holding her head, moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure, his hips pumping and jerking slowly at her face.

"Ohhh fuck yes!"

Suhas bent his head and gasped, riveted and excited by the sight of his enormous cock sliding wetly in and out of her lovely lips. His cock throbbed, his loins burned and there was an ache deep in his belly.

"Mm ... yeh ... ohhhhhh yes Shanti yes ... c'mon bitch ... suck it good ... mmm, yeh that's it ... oh yeh baby ... yeh ... suck it... c'mon slut ... suck it hard ... OHHhhh yeh that's good ohhh yeh yeh ... that's it ... mm, yes baby yes ... suck it, you whore... suck my cock ... mm yes ... suck it hard!" he moaned.

He tugged her to her feet and she turned around, standing on the ground and leaning over on the topmost step on her hands, her buttocks thrust back at him. Suhas stood behind her and, moistening four fingers with his tongue lubricated her anus. He masturbated for a minute, and then pressed his penis into the cleft between her buttocks and smeared her asshole with his gunk. Shanti knew that he loved fucking butt. Fortunately, she enjoyed it, too.

"I want your ass, whore," he rasped. "I want to fuck your butt.

Come on, whore ... let's do it!"

She was ready to please him, he was the man who took her ass the first time and he only like her ass and rarely speared her cunt. Moaning softly, Shanti leaned forward to rest her shoulders on the top step and reached back and pulled her buttocks open, exposing her puckered anus. His eyes glittered with lust at the sight of her creamy buttocks pulled wide in her hands, the gold wedding band glinting. Her puckered anus was irresistible temptation.

"Shove it in, Suhas," she gasped. "Come on, fuck my ass ... I want your cock in my butt ... fuck it hard!"

Shanti's client grinned at her words and flexed his buttocks. His swollen cock-head popped into her asshole. She cried out, her head snapping up, her mouth jerking open, her lips drawn back in a rictus, but remained as she was, holding her buttocks open. Suhas gripped her hips and flexed his buttocks and slid his hips forward, squeezing and forcing his penis into her rear channel. Shanti gasped loudly. His penis was hot and hard and throbbed fiercely in her ass. Waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. Spreading his legs wide on either side of her hips so as to penetrate her even deeper, groaning and flinging his head back, Suhas flexed his buttocks and, his belly sucking inward, eased his hips forward pushing his cock inexorably into her ass. Deeper and deeper it went, and she cried out in agonized lust as it sizzled and seared into her. At last, he was buried in her ass with his thighs pressed to her buttocks, her hands pinned between their bodies. He relaxed lightly and she pulled her hands away and clung to the edge of the top step, panting and groaning in an agony of pleasure. Her buttocks moved slightly, swaying and writhing against him. Suhas chuckled softly and leaned forward to squeeze her swollen, pendulous breasts that swung like succulent jack- fruit.

"Like it, eh, cunt?" he grunted, nuzzling her neck. "Like my prick in your ass, eh?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "Oh god yes!"

Slowly, grunting with pleasure, the handsome man fucked Shanti's butt. His buttocks un-flexed slowly and his cock slid outward. He paused for a fraction of a second and then slowly skewered her anus again with a low sigh of pleasure. Shanti moaned thickly, her body swaying and undulating erotically under his. His hands slid down to her hips and he slid out and in again. Her anus convulsed and spasm on his throbbing penis.

"Mmm ... yeh ... your asshole's nice and hot and tight, as the first time six years ago, Shanti," he grunted. "Yeh ... take it ... take my prick, whore ... yeh ... that's it ... mmmm ... yes ..."

"Ohhh ... UNHHHH ... OHHHH ... OHHHH ... Unhhhh OHHHH!" she moaned.

Suhas sodomised Shanti slowly and unhurriedly, savouring every minute. His hips swung gently yet steeply back and forth, his penis sliding in and out a good six inches or more. Shanti lurched and jerked beneath him, her face contorted with pleasure as the pain receded. For several minutes, he butt-fucked her steadily as the fires grew and spread in his loins.

"Suhas," she gasped. "Come in my ass ... I want your jizz ... in my ass!"

Shanti had her orgasm slowly, the climax building inexorably, than, flooding her with an intense warmth as her cunt and anus went into a spasm frantically on his stroking penis, Suhas gasped softly and swinging his hips in a gentle circle, spiraled deep into her anus. Shanti cried out as she felt his hard penis surge into her again. Deep in her, he held still, his hips twitching at her buttocks. With a low, shuddering moan, he exploded and Shanti gasped softly in joy, chewing her lower lip as the hot spoot spurted into her anus.

With a satisfied chuckle, Suhas slid his penis out of Shanti's anus. She fell to her knees, gasping and panting and whimpering, her head bowed between her arms. Her body trembled. Casually, Suhas strolled across the room, opened the fridge to a bottle of cold water.



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 04



After a couple of hours of total disdain and caution thrown over to the winds – Shanti naked to the core excepting for the 'mangalsutra' and a few other ornaments on her sexy but now extremely dirty body got up and went to the closet and picked out a champagne bottle and chuckled when she realized Suhas strong arms around her who pulled the bottle from her and clicked it open with one thumb flick and the fizz was directed on her boobs splayed and sprayed – which he deftly bent at sucked on the aureoles and sucked and sucked – standing with his feet on the wooden settee, Suhas found his hard penis wanting to surge into her again. 

He took her to the bed and deftly kissed her – Shanti was too sexy, her demure innocent looks bewitching eyes and extremely sexy nose and seductive countenance made it difficult for any man to deny her fully and she knew the effects of her on men, he wanted his dick to wade deep in her, he held still, his hips twitching at her buttocks. 

And even without any penetration this time the 50+ man, with a low, shuddering moan, he exploded and Shanti gasped softly in joy, chewing her lower lip as the hot spoot spurted into her hands and fingers were coated which she ran into her anus right there in front of his eyes – deeply into the bung hole and sucked the fingers only to re-enter her ass. 

With a satisfied chuckle, Suhas slid his still erect dick on to her breasts as they swelled, grew hot. She turned around on her knees before him. He thrust his cock at her face. "C'mon. Suck it again," he commanded.

Shanti smiled lasciviously at him and, lifting her plaits of hair, slid it around his penis and drew the champagne around the hair and the prized dick. Suhas gasped as the ice-cold fluid bathed his swollen, hot penis. Trails of gunk floated in the alcohol. Shanti raised the glass to her lips and took a large sip. Keeping the liquor in her mouth, she slid her lips around his penis. Suhas grunted softly, a grin creasing his handsome face, his head bent. "Yeh," he muttered, sipping his champagne. "That's good. Suck it bitch!"

The contrast between the coldness of the champagne and the warmth of her mouth was sharply erotic. Slowly, Shanti swallowed the drink while she caressed his cock-head lasciviously with her tongue, her fingers cupping and rubbing his heavy balls. Holding his shaft in one hand and pumping it slowly, her other hand dug into her crotch and jerking back and forth, Shanti sucked his penis greedily. Her head rocked between his thighs, and her face was distended by the size of his penis. Suhas arched his head and closed his eyes, savouring the pleasure. It would not be long now. "Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... harder! Suck it harder, whore! Ohhh yeh ... that's it ... mm, yes! Oh fuck yes!"

With a soft sigh, he exploded. Shanti sensed it coming and opened her lips wide, tilting her head back and jerking his cock. Jizz spurted into her mouth and spattered her face and breasts. She moaned softly, swallowing his seed. Trails of spoot dribbled over her face. Suhas looked down and grinned. The drugs were still working their magic: his penis was rock-hard even after his climax.

"On your feet, bitch," he commanded. "I want you from behind."

Once again, Shanti turned on her feet and leaned over the top step. Suhas took his cock in his hand and pressed it between the lobes of her creamy buttocks. She reached down and caressed the cock-head, guiding it to her cunt, spreading the lips wide to receive him into her flesh. He paused with his cock-head at the portals of her cunt.

"C'mon Suhas baby ... take me ... fuck my cunt, come on!" she muttered.

He took a deep breath, flexed his buttocks and slid his cock-head up into her. She gasped softly, arching, as it slid through her cunt-lips and into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed at the intruder. He groaned and buried himself in her cunt, trying to put out the burning heat in his loins. Her cunt was a hot, wet, tight furnace and it contracted powerfully on his cock, sucking it in deeper and deeper. Suhas groaned, his belly sucked in, and squeezed her pendulous breasts. Her hips writhed against his. "Come on, Suhas ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she whimpered in lust.

Suhas started fucking her heavily, grinding and spiraling his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned and gasped, rocking back and forth on her hands and feet before him, forcing her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Suhas chuckled softly and sipped his champagne, one hand on his hips, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing rhythmically, his cock grinding in and out of her cunt. Her head arched and she moaned softly, thickly, panting and mewing and keening like a bitch in heat. Suhas tilted the champagne glass over her hips and buttocks and she gasped and writhed as the cold liquid trickled between her buttocks and over her anus and cunt. He laughed and swung his hips in tight, grinding circles, mashing her cunt-flesh. Shanti whimpered and her cunt contracted and convulsed on his throbbing penis. Her body was hot with lust. She stretched an arm between her legs and fondled his balls.

"Come on, come on, come on," she muttered. "Fuck me ... fuck me hard!"

Holding the glass in one hand, his hand in the small of her back, Suhas fucked her rapidly, pumping his hips at her cunt. She gasped and murmured in pleasure, rocking swiftly back and forth before him, running her cunt up and down the length of his shaft.

"Like it, bitch?" he chuckled. "Tell me you like it!"

"God yes ... ohhhh yes, Suhas ... it feels so good ... come on, please ... fuck me harder! I want it, Suhas ... ohma unhhhh yes!"

He laughed and slid smoothly out of her. Shanti gasped in disbelief and frustration. Chuckling, he dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his face between her buttocks. Shanti gasped softly, her head arching, as she felt his thick, heavy tongue swirl over her anus, so recently invaded by his cock. Her legs shuffled open and he stretched her cunt-lips wide with two fingers and wriggled a third in her cunt. She groaned, her hips swaying and writhing erotically. Her anus was musky and erotic and he licked it hungrily, pressing and probing at the puckered flesh. Then his tongue dipped lower and she groaned in pleasure as he pushed it into her cunt. Her slit was wet and seeping love-juice. He licked her cunt, his tongue swirling through her warm, moist flesh, flicking at her gorged clitoris.

"Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhh yes, Suhas, yes!" Shanti shivered in pleasure. She loved having her cunt licked.

Suhas jabbed his tongue in and out of her cunt and sucked on her clitoris, nibbling it tenderly. Shanti gasped sharply as the heat flooded her body and the dams threatened to burst. Her hips bucked and writhed over his face. He stopped and suddenly and got to his feet. She groaned and looked over her shoulder at him, her face a mask of lust.

Stay as you are, whore," he chuckled. "I am back in a minute."

He fetched the dildo of champagne from its bucket and carried it back to the steps. He replenished their glasses and then, taking a sip from him, sat on the top step between her outstretched arms. "Suck." He pointed to his cock.

"Now."

Shanti moaned and buried her face in his crotch. Holding his hips, she took his cock deep in her mouth and sucked it eagerly. Her head rocked up and down and rolled from side to side. Suhas grunted in pleasure. She gave exceptionally good head. Her tongue worked his cock-head cunningly, and the pressure from her mouth was insistent. He caressed her head and smooth, creamy naked body, fondling her succulent, pendulous breasts, kneading them slowly in both hands. His hands stretched down her body and he slid his finger between her buttocks. Shanti writhed and her legs opened again. He chuckled and arched a finger into her anus. She moaned and sucked harder, her buttocks wriggling as he masturbated her ass.

He noticed the dildo and grinned mischievously. Picking it up, he pressed the open mouth to her anus. Shanti gasped and tensed and her head jerked up.

"Keep sucking, whore!" he grunted. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I? Fucking whore!"

Whimpering, she obeyed. She was paid for and she had to obey. Whatever he desired of her, he got. She took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked it heavily. He held the dildo in both hands now and pressed the mouth to her anus.

"C'mon, bitch, open up!"

Shanti groaned and yielded. He laughed and pressed the mouth into her anus. Her head snapped up and she cried out, her face twisting as the cold thick glass speared her asshole. He laughed down at her and pushed it in gently. She groaned. Holding it with one hand, he pressed her head back to his crotch with the other,grunting as his cock went into her mouth. Then he tilted the bottle up. The cold champagne flowed into her anus. Shanti moaned deliriously deep in her cock-filled throat. It felt wonderful, the cold sting of the champagne against the heat of her anus. He twisted the bottle round in both hands and masturbated her with it. She loved the sensation and her hips churned and gyrated erotically, swaying and writhing in pleasure. She sucked him furiously.

Suhas pushed her head away and got to his feet, his cock erect, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum gunk, dribbling on her face. She moaned and stopped him, kissing and licking it lasciviously, squeezing her breasts over it. He laughed and let her work him for a few minutes and then pushed her back.Keeping her bent over, he went back behind her. Picking up his champagne glass, he dipped his cock into it, gasping at the cold touch of the liquid on his burning cock. Then he pressed it to her cunt-lips and, before she could react, gripping her hips, rocked his cock deep into her cunt. Shanti cried out, gasping in shock and delight as the hot-cold, cold-hot cock surged into her flesh. Her client laughed at her reaction and fucked her furiously for several minutes, holding her hips and jerking her cunt up and down on his cock.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh unhh ohhh yes yes ohhhh god yes!" she cried. Shanti was an aphrodisiac and made him insatiable, and restless. He stopped after several minutes. Shanti collapsed on the steps, her arms aching, her body trembling with lust and desire. The drugs were incredibly potent. She lay on her back on the top stop, her hips at its edge and Suhas knelt over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth again. Bending forward, he took the dildo and pushed it between her legs. They spread instantly and he chortled in pleasure and slid the neck of the bottle into her cunt. Fucking her mouth, he masturbated her with the champagne. Shanti's body thrashed and writhed under his as the cold liquid flowed into her cunt and mingled with her own steaming cunt-juice. His buttocks bobbed over her face and his arms and shoulders rippled smoothly as he rocked the bottle in and out of her cunt.

He wanted to bugger her again. Removing the bottle, getting off her face, he knelt on the step below and pushed her legs high and wide, lifting her buttocks. She groaned, her body bent in half, his hands under her knees high above her head. She reached down and guided his cock to her asshole.

"C'mon Suhas ... do it ... fuck my butt," she muttered in a guttural tone. He groaned and slowly squeezed his cock-head into her anus. The breath rushed from her throat in a rattling gasp and her face twisted in an agony of lust. Shanti's back arched and she clawed at his shoulders, her body doubled over. Suhas grunted as her anus convulsed frantically on his penis and held still.

Shanti's chest heaved. She moaned softly, and her hands slid up to his face, over his chest, down between her splayed thighs to his belly and cock. She gripped his protruding shaft. He waited, his body tensed, his thighs rigid with strain, his buttocks trembling, his knees bent.

"Come on ... do it! Fuck my ass, Suhas!" she groaned.

He chuckled softly and his buttocks squeezed taut and his hips slid forward. His penis ground into her asshole while Shanti moaned thickly as the heavy penis pushed between her fingers and pierced her anal channel. It felt wonderful, hot and heavy and hard. Shanti loved having her butt fucked and Suhas was one of the best. Deeper and deeper he went, till he was fully buried in her ass. She hissed in pleasure and her fingers went to her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and she arched a finger into her slit, flicking her clitoris rapidly. Her hips writhed in pleasure under him.

"Mm ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me Suhas ... fuck my ass! Come on, do it!"

Grinning down at her, his face flushed with excitement, Suhas ground his cock into her anus. She moaned. He pressed his hands on the insides of her thighs, folding her body in half, his body angled over hers, his toes on the lowest step, his powerful muscles corded with the strain. His shoulders rippled and his arms bulged and she clenched them fiercely as he began to move, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, pushing and squeezing his cock in and out of her asshole. Shanti gasped and panted deliriously, watching the growing lust on his face. Her body was pinned under his, bent to his will. Her loins flamed with lust. She started masturbating again, slowly toying with her gorged clitoris. His hips ground back and forth, his cock tunneling in and out of her asshole, pushing and squeezing through, crushing her anal flesh. She moaned, and her finger whipped her clitoris rapidly and she orgasm, gasping and moaning. Her anus convulsed on his cock and he groaned, his head arched, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing slowly, his hips grinding heavily back and forth. "Come on bitch, come on come on come on," he grunted.

With a soft, shuddering moan, he yielded and, sliding smoothly out of her, masturbated rapidly. Shanti grabbed her legs and kept them high and bent. He gasped, and thick jets of jizz spurted from his cock-head and Shanti gasped in pleasure. The gunk spattered her buttocks and thighs and cunt and belly, hitting the under-side of her breasts. She moaned softly. He grunted and slowly squeezed his cock into her anus again. She groaned, rocking back and forth under him.

His cock was still rock hard. He moved out of her anus and pushed it slowly into her cunt, leaning over her now, his hands on the step on either side of her chest. She smiled radiantly, in deep rut, murmuring soft, obscene encouragement, caressing his chest and shoulders and face. His hips rocked steadily back and forth, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing powerfully, and his cock crushed in and out of her cunt-flesh. She loved it and responded like a thoroughbred, her hips arching and writhing, undulating under his body.

"God, you're good," she murmured, her face radiant with pleasure.

"Very good."

"With cunts like you to keep happy, I have to be," he laughed.

"Arrogant pig."

He smiled and began to move faster, his hips swinging and rocking rapidly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing in a swift, yet controlled rhythm. His penis plunged deeply in and out of her cunt and he swung his hips in tight circles as he thrust into so that he was entering her cunt from all angles, spiraling downward. Shanti's body rocked and lurched under his, jerking with his thrusts.

"Oh ... unhh ... ohhhh ... yes ... ohhh god yes ... ohhh yes ...c'mon do it ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me hard, Suhas yes ... OHHHHHHH yes yes that's it ... mm, yes ... oh god yes ... do it, lover! Fuck meunhhhhoHHhhyesSuhas oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh oh oh oh oh oh OHHH OH OH Suhas-Suhas-Suhas-SuhAHHHHHHHHHHHHS!"

He moved faster and faster and suddenly moved his hands to her breasts, his arms outstretched, her breasts crushed in his palms. His hips hammered back and forth, his thighs pummeling her buttocks, his balls slapping at them, his cock thundering in and out of her cunt, pillaging and ravishing her flesh. Shanti's cries rent the air as she jerked and thrashed and lurched under him, her neck arched, her face contorted in a rictus of lust. She exploded violently and he groaned as her rectal cunt bit down on his throbbing penis.

He did not come, yet retained his massive erection. Shanti felt no disappointment. He was a fine lover and her pleasure mattered as much to him as his own. He slid out of her and sprawled on the top step beside her. She lay for a moment, gasping and moaning, her breasts and cunt still alive and tingling with his touch. Slowly, she turned and leaned over him, her hand sliding down to his crotch. He smiled at her and kissed her pendulous breast, gently nibbled her stiff nipple. She sighed in pleasure.

"Let me suck your prick," she said. "I like sucking cock."

"Do it, then."

On the bed, Suhas sprawled on his back on the soft white sand colored satin under the silverlight as Shanti bent her head over his lap and sucked his cock. She did it slowly, relishing the heady taste of his jizz and her cunt and ass juices on it and squeezed her breasts over it. He groaned softly and fucked her face in pleasure, rocking her head up and down with both hands, pumping his hips under her head. Then he tugged at her shoulders and drew her up over him.

Shanti knelt over his lap and, holding his cock, slowly impaled her cunt on it. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip at her cunt engulfed the fiery heat of his penis. He slid his hands up her body and crushed her heavy breasts. His hips rose beneath hers. They began to move together, bucking and jerking up and down, their cries echoing against the incessant murmur of the surf. Her breasts bounced and the gold chain around her neck tossed and slapped on her fair, creamy skin. She leaned forward over him and rocked her hips up and down, suddenly clapping her buttocks together and swinging her hips so that her cunt churned and sucked fiercely on his cock. They gasped in unison. Suhas gripped her buttocks and jerked her body up and down on his cock. Shanti gasped and cried out, her cunt convulsing in delight on his penis. They fucked furiously for several minutes and then slowed, prolonging the pleasure and drawing it out as much as they could.

Suhas looked at her in delight. She was the finest of fucks and he could never tire of her of course – her mother Geeta was even better and even at 50 – she kept her body ready for the ultimate fuck – he had to have both the mother and daughter together. 

Shanti smiled down at him and, bending, kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her hips ground round on his cock in erotic, churning circles.

"Come on, Suhas,don't imagine my mother and me together – I know it has been a while since we fucked together, she will back from the 'spritual' retreat soon and after a satiating period with the 'sadhus' – she will be invigorated further for you to enjoy her better" she said, her breasts hot on his chest. "Let's go to her place together one of these days."

Suhas kissed her hungrily, holding her buttocks as she clung to him, her legs wound taut about his hips, her cunt churning greedily against his cock. Her fingers dug into his powerful shoulders and she flung her head back and moaned in joy, her voice rising up to the stars. 

Suhas gasped and, moaning, pressed his throbbing, burning, aching flesh into hers.



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 05



Suhas did not lose much time in reaching out to Geeta – the mother of all sluts and in reality, the mother of our stars Shanti Chitra and grandmother to Madhavi.

He reached Coimbatore a few days later for a Corporate meeting with a local company whose board he chaired and quickly pinged her and she was reluctant to speak to him, he had not bothered to meet him for nearly 5 months now – she was wondering if he had lost interest in her and she was aware of his exploits all over the world – including those he was involved in with her daughters.

Geeta Swaminathan was very beautiful even at 49, Aishwarya the eldest daughter was her step daughter and she had her first Shanti when she was 21. 

Geeta had a quality that Suhas found intensely erotic. Her face her manner her softly musical, sibilant speech made men wanted to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was thick and glossy with auburn highlights. Her nose was fine and straight, her mouth full, wide and sensual and her teeth even and strong. 

She had a firm-chinned oval face and her eyes were devastating, elongated, almond-shaped, rimmed with *kajal*. She was of medium height, fair-skinned, slender stunningly curved. She had a long neck, around which she wore the traditional symbol of her marital status, a black-and-gold beaded *mangalsutra*. Her husband was a drunk and, till Suhas put a stop to it, had forced her to whore for him, to keep him in liquor. Now she rarely saw him. 

There were plenty of other men in her life. Her long, graceful neck led to full breasts, superbly shaped, like ripe mangoes, succulent and shapely with long nipples in dainty bright aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared to softly delectable buttocks that closed around a particularly dainty, puckered anus in which she especially enjoyed entertaining a thick, hard penis even at this age, her genes were there plenty in both her daughters. 

Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.

Apart from the *mangalsutra *she wore a small silver nose-stud in one nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings. She had a wonderful posture: the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length. Her body was curved like an hourglass, sweeping from her shoulders to a narrow waist, than opening out again to her hips and buttocks. Her beauty was complemented by her enthusiasm and aptitude for sex. Ordinarily, no man could pass her by without a second glance. She was every man's fantasy, she looked twenty years younger of her age and in fact Shanti and Chitra rarely looked like her daughters, she looked so young with all facials and makeups she made sure – her sexuality was preserved and she was desirable.

In her, fortune brought fantasy to truth: in bed, she was irresistible. There was magic in her tongue, in her teeth, in her incredible fingers, between her legs. Once aroused - which was often and easily - she could hold her lover for hours together. Even in Suhas's world of incessant debauchery, with its Olympian sexual standards, her prowess was acknowledged.

Suhas and she had been lovers since she was eighteen and he twenty. He never tired of her nor was she of him. He regularly commanded her to his bed and each time, he was filled with a sense of delight at her eagerness and ability, the way she surrendered herself to him without reserve. For her part, she loved him from the first, as all his lovers did, for his gentleness his patience, his kindness and above all, for his awesome sexual prowess.

Geeta had taken lovers before, during and after her marriage, and borne four children, none of whom looked alike, although they all bore her unmistakable stamp. She herself could not have said with any certainty who was their father or who fathered them.

But, astonishingly, four children had done nothing to put surplus weight on her or to deplete her fine figure. She smiled gently at Suhas as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, clad only in a thick white terry-cloth robe. His jet black hair was slicked back. His cologne was quiet, but entirely sensual. The robe was belted loosely about his waist and she knew he was naked beneath. The thought of his warm, superbly sculpted body excited her, and, involuntarily her lips parted. His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She wore a light printed *sari* with a *bindi* dotting the middle of her forehead. Therewere small gold earrings in either lobe, and except her finger-ring, anklets, bangles and *mangalsutra*, she wore no other jewelry. She had deliberately worn the mangalsutra* although she had been sorely tempted to discard it, especially once she had found an adequate and unending source of male companionship in Suhas's household with a variety of men.

But she had resisted the temptation knowing well how it excited some of her lovers to feel that they were fucking another's wife.

Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching. Silently he took her by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone. His fingers were warm and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even after all this time, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate slut, craving flesh in flesh.

She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders. Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open. His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes. Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts. He slid the *pallu* of her *sari* off her shoulder, unravelling it expertly. It rustled to her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, drop, she was naked beneath that her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. One by one, he flicked open the buttons of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally naked in his arms, his for the asking, for the taking, to be had and possessed and enjoyed at will.

"How was my daughter Shanti, this time, you are the one who took her cherry 6 years ago" she murmured softly, her eyes closed, arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe. Her nipples stiffened against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness. 

Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot.

"She is the most exciting slut today in the circuit and now she charges me for every fuck – I pay her a fortune and understand both of them are currently dating a stud by the name Ratan who is also a fortune holder and is keeping them wealthy – he pumps a lot of money to both of them" quipped Suhas. 

She took his face in his hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women. Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavour, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled. Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star. He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown that could change from ice to fire in minutes. His merest look could do to women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser - would have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve. His mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and white and even. He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a cleft in his chin. His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours in merciless sun, doing manual labour - rugged and tough, with every feature honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and speed.

His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and beyond again. His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark nipples pulled wide and low on either side. From his triceps, a continuous ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its counterpart opposite. His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm. His arms and legs were long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the armpits were depilated. He took good care of his body, and used it well - in combat, in play, in work.

Above all, there was his penis. It was a thing of beauty, a joy to behold a greater joy still for a woman to stroke and caress and lick and suck and then be fucked by. Limp, it was bigger and thicker and longer than most erections: it dangled a good ten inches in length, over an inch and a half around, before a brace of big, low, loaded balls that stored, she knew, an almost unending cornucopia of delicious jizz. When erect, it would swell to an awe-inspiring eleven-and-a half inches or more in length, over two and a half around.

It sprang from a mat of cropped black curly pubic hair. He regularly had one of his lovers shave the shaft all the way down to the base. There were good reasons for this. For one thing, there were some women with whom he performed on stage or on film who could take his cock whole, when erect. Then, the sight of his smooth, hairless penis glistening and throbbing, plunging in and out of cunts, mouths, anuses added to the eroticism. But, more important, he found it gave him greater satisfaction and allowed him to gauge his lover's responses a fraction more accurately. It was this attention to detail, to minute that set him apart from the rest and made him their leader. She loved it this way. She loved him, every bit of him every inch of his cock. True, Kishore's was a tad bigger - but, as he himself readily admitted, Suhas was by far his superior in matters lecherous.

Now Suhas smiled in pleasure as Geeta bent her head and began to suck on his nipples gently, her sharp, warm, moist tongue and fierce teeth nibbling and suckling and toying with his nipples, arousing them painfully. Meanwhile, her elegant fingers coiled about the shaft of his cock and began to caress it expertly and it swelled and thickened in her fist. She moved to the other nipple, sucking hard, letting go sucking hard again. He moaned and murmured and caressed her face and the nape of her long neck, her dangling breasts, finding them swollen and turgid.

Geeta slid lower, her lips at his belly, then lower still. Suhas gasped when Geeta knelt before him, and, her breathing short, her fist curling lovingly around his cock, her lips parting, her long tongue snaked out over his cock-head and flickered across his glans. Geeta felt a thrill of pleasure at his response. She began to jerk his cock slowly, licking and kissing his cock, sucking on his balls, not yet giving him the satisfaction of her warm mouth. He held her head in hands and tugged her mouth to his rampant penis.

"*Chul* ... *chul* Geeta Eṉ cēval cak cak,!" he gasped in Hindi and Tamil. "Suck it hard!"

At last, she relented, her face distending, cheeks hollowing as she parted her lips wide to engulf him deep in her mouth. He groaned, holding her head, looking down to watch her, fascinated by the sight of his enormously swollen penis, now dark and glistening, flecked with his pre-cum gunk emerging and disappearing into her mouth. She licked his cock-head slowly, sucked tenderly. 

The warmth, the moisture, the incessant sucking setting his loins aflame, her cheeks were distended with the size of his monstrous cock in her mouth. The bangles tinkled on her slim wrists. Her head jerked back and forth, the strands of the *mangalsutra* tossing on her chest. Her *sari* was undone, her blouse open, her breasts, small and firm bare, the long nipples hard as rock. He groaned as she began to suck him off harder still, her head rocking back and forth, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth, slurping audibly on his cock. He grunted, fucking her face slowly, with exquisite pleasure, moving her head with his hands to suit his pleasure, moving it back and forth, back and forth.

Her fingers were now sticky and shining with his jizz. His balls ached for release. He felt his jizz surge powerfully in his loins. Her mouth was pure magic, warm and moist, sucking with an insistent pressure. Her delicate tongue toyed and played with his cock-head and shaft so adroitly that he was tempted to cave in and let her drink his juice. He succumbed to the temptation. He fucked her mouth rapidly, pumping his hips at her face, jerking her head back and forth with one hand. She sucked him effortlessly and hard, knowing what he intended and desiring it, too. He came suddenly, spurting hot jizz into her mouth. She groaned in her throat and swallowed his gunk, opening her lips wide and closing her eyes, shaking his cock to spatter her face and breasts. She licked her lips lasciviously and caught the dribbling gunk on her cheeks and licked her fingers sensuously.

He grinned. His cock was still rock-hard and she knew he could fuck her several times before he was sated. She sucked his cock again and he fucked her face gently for a long time, till he was finally ready for her cunt. He dropped to his knees beside her.

They kissed again, and he – the 52 year old tasted the muskiness of his own jizz on her lips- the 49 year old and tongue as she responded hungrily, her arms curling lovingly about his massive shoulders. He stripped her completely and caressed her slender body tenderly. She quivered at his touch, her large breasts growing hot and tight as he fondled them, her thick, long nipples quivering exquisitely. Kneeling before each other, they kissed and caressed one another. She moaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes fluttering as thick rivers of passion rippled through her body. He drew his finger along her slit and she trembled, dying for something - anything - to fill it. Her cunt-lips were sodden, the juices flowing and oozing warm and musky.

He moved back with his legs folded beneath him, on his knees, and made her turn around, her back to him. She understood at once the position he desired to take and she turned about on her knees, her thighs spreading wide. She backed herself onto his lap, one hand on the floor before her, the other between their legs, holding his rigid, throbbing cock delicately by the cock-head, guiding it to her hole. She paused, trembling, with his burning cock-head at the portals of her wet cunt. Tensing, her head arching, she squeezed his cock-head into her slit. It was huge, distending her cunt-lips painfully wide open, hot and throbbing, pulsating and vibrating inside her. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned in a low, lust-laden tone.

"Mm c'mon ... *Intavoru intavoru* ... Geeta *chul* ..." he murmured softly, her cunt like a furnace, hot and wet, clamping, sucking, spasm almost uncontrollably on his penis. She released his cock, and leaned forward on both hands now. They paused for a long moment, savouring the exquisite delicacy of the sensations in their loins. Her head was arched, her back and lovely spine arched deeply inward, her buttocks flexed and taut as her cunt spasm and clamped and sucked hard on his cock. He caressed her gently, his hands sliding up and down her flanks and back and torso, making her shudder in delight. He reached around her and caught her rigid, throbbing nipples, twirling them in his fingers. His lips pressed hot at the nape of her neck, and her face turned now to one side, her lips questing for his. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, fencing it with her own. Their lips parted reluctantly, plucking at each other's, and again his hands ventured over her slender body, exploring all of it, now at her cunt-lips, fingering her clitoris, now between her buttocks, lobbing them open and teasing her puckered anus. She moaned thickly, overcome with lust. Her hips began to writhe, undulating and rolling in heavy, slow circles, churning her cunt-flesh with his massive pestle. He gasped and leaned back on his buttocks, his hands pries her buttocks apart, his eyes riveted by the sight of her expanding cunt-lips gyrating and slowly descending on the monstrous enormity of his penis.

Her breath came in short, rasping gasps as her cunt sank and sank and sank, slowly descending the length of his cock, his penis dark and hard and thick and long disappearing inch by glorious inch into her hot cunt. He pressed his thumbs between her buttocks as she groaned as she felt the insistent pressure at her puckered anus. Again she paused, and now only a good third of his cock still protruded from her impaled cunt. Her shoulders hunched, her head sagged and she gasped, her body heaving and shaking with tension, her belly and loins on fire, her breasts hurting. His cock was so big, so incredibly huge that she thought it would rip in her two from head to cunt, it must surely pierce her and erupt from her throat - and there was still more, and she wanted it all, every little bit; both knew that she could take it; that she would.

Gasping, she began to move before him, rocking back and forth, back and forth on her hands and knees. Her buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, her spine dipped and arched, her *mangalsutra* tossed and swung. His cock emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her slim buttocks, her cunt rising up its length, then slithering down again. His hands on her hips, he guided her motions, keeping her rhythm steady. With each downward thrust, her cunt slid down deeper and deeper on his cock. He himself did not move, letting her do the work, knowing well what utter satisfaction she derived from it.

Her buttocks flexed and un-flexed rapidly in a squeezing motion, her cunt contracting powerfully on his penis. He grunted. Her belly drew in with the strain and now she was moving rapidly, jerking faster and faster up and down, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, faster and faster and faster. "OH ... OHh ... uhh OHhhh ... Uhhhh ... OHhh ... uhh OHma uhhh Ohma uhh OHhhhmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhhh ohhhh ... *saheb* ohhh uhhh Ohhh ... OH ... Oh-OH- OHHH uhh OHHHHHHH!" she went.

She was gasping and panting, her head now arching, now sagging, age was truly not on her side though intent and amorous blood was intact, she was now arching again, her voice ragged already. He fondled her expertly, his own belly sucked in, his hips utterly still, his head bent, watching her buttocks come down deeper and deeper onto his cock. He pursed his lips, his nostrils flared, heat and jizz surging in his loins, his cock hard and hot and throbbing, the thick veins standing out angrily along its length rasping against her inflamed clitoris.




Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 05



She reached down again with one hand, her long finger coiling round the bulge of his shaft and the lower rim of his cock-head as her cunt glided up and down on his penis. She held it with elegance even then, at first with her fingers and thumb curled beneath the cock-head, then with the forefinger along the underside of the shaft, the other three fingers on the other side. She fondled his cock, jerking and squeezing it with increasing fervor, moving it round and round inside her hot cunt. At last, she thrust down hard with a long, low cry and her cunt sank down deep, swallowing his penis smoothly to the very hilt. Instantly, he held her pinned, and the breath hissed from her fiercely clenched teeth. Again he fondled her breasts and kissed her. Teetering on the brink of an orgasm, Geeta reared up, her head flung back, her hands on her bent knees, her shoulders stooped, hollows deepening above her collarbone, her body bucking and jerking rapidly up and down, her gasps and moans rising and undulating.

Finally, he released her and she immediately resumed her rocking and jerking motion, riding him hard and rapidly, her cunt rising and falling, sliding up and down the gargantuan length of his penis, which glistened as it emerged and disappeared between her buttocks.

"Mmmm ... Intavoru intavoru*!" he muttered thickly behind her.

She had an orgasm hard, pinwheels exploding in her head and he gasped as he felt the hard spasm of her fiery cunt on his penis as she came in one tidal wave after the other. She tensed, arching her head, her body rigid with tension, her buttocks flexed taut, squeezing painfully on his penis as the orgasm thundered through her, leaving her panting and moaning and shuddering at the end. Suhas held her gently as the spasms shook her body. She was gasping and moaning thickly, shaking still with the rigors and tremors. His cock was still rock-hard and swollen, throbbing gently and patiently inside her - something that continued to astonish her, no matter how often she slept with him. She knew that he could fuck her repeatedly as he did nearly 30 years ago – ironic it may sound he took her cherry – he was a bastard then and so now – even at 54, look at his insatiable appetite, he just fucked her daughter two days ago and here he was drilling and reaming the mother.

She gasped as he slid out of her slowly, his cock virtually extruded from its position embedded deep in her cunt. For a moment, as she remained there on all fours, letting him decide, he was tempted by the wink of her anus. She especially enjoyed that and he knew that he could not disappoint her; he would have to fuck her ass before he was through. He decided against it for the moment, and gently, he turned her over onto her back on the floor. Mistaking his desire, her legs parted at once, welcoming him into her flesh again. He smiled at her and slid over her, kissing her gently at first, then more deeply. She responded with a deep fondness and growing urgency, her tongue fencing against her, sucking on his lips, her hands busy between his legs. He broke from her and began to slide his lips down her body. He paused at her swollen breasts, and she gasped as his tongue swirled sexily over each nipple in turn, flicking and rolling it this way and that. He scraped the nipples against his teeth, rolled them in his fingers, pinched and then kneaded the turgid, taut mounds. They felt hot and tight. He parted his lips and her back bowed upward, hard, as he sucked sharply on one breast, her breath hissing from her throat in a shuddering gasp. He nibbled the breast, sucked on the nipple, plied it with his tongue, let go, resumed, let go, and then moved on to the other and repeated it.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" She gasped thickly as he took her *mangalsutra* in his lips and rolled the beads roughly over her hypersensitive, aching nipples. She thought her breasts would burst, so hard and taut were they, so full of lust.

Geeta felt her juices begin to ooze again, her body's lust heat flaming, tongues of passion licking at her genitals and breast-tips. Her entire body felt like one gigantic erogenous zone. His hands were everywhere, between her legs, at her anus on her breasts, at her lips, everywhere. Suhas moved lower, his face nuzzling her smooth, flat belly and the soft fuzz between her thighs. Her cunt smelled musky and erotic and the cunt hair was damp, clinging to her skin.

Geeta tensed as he burrowed deeper, her thighs splitting wide and high, her mons arching eagerly. She loved being tongue-fucked. Now he was bent deeply between her thighs, his face thrust forward at her cunt. He clawed her cunt-lips open and she gasped sharply as his hot breath and thick, rough tongue pierced her cunt. Her hips jerked and heaved spasm under his face and her fingers dug into his hair, pinning him to her writhing loins. Her hips ground round and round under his face and he tongue fucked her cunt now, slowly and steadily, sucking and nibbling on her inflamed clitoris and lapping at her oozing juices.

"OHHh ... *saheb-saheb-saheb* ... OHhhh ... uhhhh ... OHHh ... uhhh ... OHhhh ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... AHHHHH!!" she went.

Her head was arched to one side, her mouth open, her neck craned back and she was moaning and gasping, moving his head between her legs, fondling her breasts, hissing and gasping thickly. Fires roiled in her cunt and breasts, and she felt herself soaring again. He sensed it, heard her cries rise in urgency and, master that he was, stopped just in time. She moaned softly in frustration. He bent over her and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juice off his lips and tongue. It was incredibly erotic.

Now he rose to his feet again, making her kneel before him again and suck his cock for a second time. Her hunger was apparent now as she took him in deeply, sucking and licking his cock, jerking it, sucking his balls, moaning deeply. Her hand went between her legs and she started to masturbate while he fucked her mouth, holding her head in his hands and rocking it slowly between his gently pumping hips, his cock huge and dark and shining. His balls surged afresh and he tugged at her again and drew her to her feet. He turned her around again and pressed her forward and she understood at once. This was a position both enjoyed. Standing at the foot of the low, hard bed, Geeta bent forward and put her palms flat on the counterpane, spreading her legs apart and offering herself to Suhas for his pleasure. Her large, swollen, taut breasts swung pendulous and the long *mangalsutra* around her neck dangled low, rising high on the back of her long neck, hitting her chin. Her cunt was moist and ready, waiting for him. She raised one hand and thrust it between her legs, clawing her cunt-lips open to receive his gigantic cock.

Suhas grinned in pleasure at the sight of her smooth, naked back curving away from him, the superb sweep of it, with its gentle dip in the spine, exciting him. He shuffled behind her, between her legs, his rigid, throbbing, pulsating, fiery cock in his fingers and rummaged between her buttocks. For a second, he considered taking her ass, for she enjoyed that immensely. He would do so later; for now he wanted nothing more than to immerse himself in her cunt. Suhas smiled. Her cunt hair was neatly trimmed, welcoming. He shuffled between her thighs, his cock in his hand and slowly squeezed it between the twin orbs of her creamy, outward lobbing buttocks. She gasped audibly as he slid his cock-head further down to her cunt- lips. Her mind and body exulted in joy.

Slowly, Suhas squeezed his cock-head, just the cock- head into her crack. Geeta moaned thickly, her head rising as she felt the hard, throbbing heat of his cock. Her cunt sucked on it eagerly, wanting more. He held her by the hips and, flexing his buttocks taut, slid his hips gently forward, skewering her cunt deeply impaling her on his penis. His cock slid into her easily and smoothly and he gasped, flinging his handsome head back as her cunt spasm feverishly. Deeper and deeper it went, hot and hard and thick, huge, burning, searing inside her. Again, she felt it would rip her asunder, tear her in two and come out of her throat, so big was it, so huge, so hot so wonderful. It went deeper and deeper, touching the rim of her belly, till at last it was fully encased in her sopping wet, hot sheath, his thighs firm against her buttocks. Geeta gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, biting her lower lip as she felt the searing, electric heat of his cock-head pass between her sopping cunt-lips, rasping against her clitoris. Suhas gasped at her heat, the taut, hungry clamp of her cunt. He eased in deeper still. Geeta's lips tore open in a low, shuddering moan. Suhas went in further, inching his way deep into her belly. His hands slid up under her and cupped her naked breasts, fondling them gently. Her shoulders were hollowed. There was still a bit of it that he wanted to stick into her. He gripped her shoulders and rammed her down hard against his hips, burying himself fully into now, his balls between her thighs. Geeta cried out sharply, biting her lower lip in tension.

"Oh ma unhhhhh AHHHHHHH oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH OH-OH-OH-OH-unhh-OHHHH!" she cried.

Geeta moaned and rocked on her feet and hands, her butt writhing and swaying at his hips. Suhas put his hands on her buttocks, prodding them apart, watching her cunt writhe and wriggle, her hips swaying slowly, rocking back and forth, up and down the length of his monstrous cock. Her heat grew and she began to move faster still, moaning and gasping and crying out, her chains and bangles tinkling and her breasts jiggling. He gripped them in his hands, gritted his teeth, and began to fuck her at last with a loud gasp, his head flung back, his hips thrusting forward uncontrollably, wanting to dip his flaming cock in her juicy, wet cunt. He began to move faster, sliding out, thrusting in, sliding out, thrusting in, out, in, slowly at first, then faster and faster, driving the breath from her in a series of loud, shuddering cries and moans and grunts, *OHHh*'s and *UHHHHH*'s shooting out of her throat as his cock rammed into her belly from all angles, finding spots no man had before, her body rippling with a lust she had never known, till suddenly, the stars exploded in her head and she gasped, her pulse hammering in her head as she orgasm wildly, her body shaking and trembling, tensing and arching, still rocking back and forth as he continued to plough into her hot furrow.

"OHHHhhhh uhhh OHh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhhhh!" she cried, delirious with joy.

He paused for a long moment, regaining control, and she knew then that it was to be a long bout. She took several deep breaths, her hips gently gyrating and swinging in slow, heavy circles, her cunt mashing itself on his pestle.

He straightened and held her hips again.

"*Eṉ cēval ceks vantu pirañcu vantu! Come on slut come on fuck my cock."

He began to rock her on her hands and feet, back and forth, back and forth, holding her hips to move her, his own hips pumping with a steady, unhurried rhythm. She took over and began to move of her own accord, her *mangalsutra* swinging in wider arcs, tossing and flapping as she lurched and swung back and forth, back and forth,back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally, they swung their hips in circles, gasping as he took her deeper still, from all angles. His cock glistened and shone, thick-veined and hard and dark and hot, emerging and disappearing between the smooth lobes of her buttocks, pranging her deep, sliding out, than pranging her again. He moved masterfully, fucking her like a god, in absolute control. Geeta moaned loudly, her body blazing with lust. Her head was arched, her luscious lips drawn back in a rictus of passion, exposing her perfect teeth. Her face was an effulgence of pleasure. Her lovely eyes were half-closed, her slender nose was flared and the breath rattled in her throat, making her voice husky and erotic. Veins and tendons stood out in her throat, her shoulders were tense and hollowed as she rocked and swung, moaning and keening. His cock was like a hot blade in her womb, piercing and skewering her without respite, relentless. His cock throbbed and pulsed like an electric prod in her belly; she could feel the hot blood and steaming jizz sizzle in the veins that stood out angrily down its length, clamoring for release, rasping delightfully against her inflamed, engorged clitoris, distending her dripping cunt-lips wide, reaming deep into her very being.

"OHHHHHHHHH *sahebhanh* UHHHHHH *hanh* uhhhh ohhhma uhh ahhhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh*hanh*uhhhh*Hanh*!!" she cried.

Suhas flung his head back, his fingers digging into her hips, his belly now sucked in with strain, his hips sliding back and forth, back and forth, crashing against her buttocks as he took her harder and deeper and faster. He clenched his teeth, his breath hissing softly, thickly, his superb, massive body cording with tension, the muscles rippling.

"Uhhh ohhhh uhhh uhhh ahhhhhhh uhhhhhh Eṉ cēval ceks vantu pirañcu vantu... c'mon whore c'mon! H*anh* uhhhh *hanh* uhhhh OHHHH uhh OHHHHH!" he grunted thickly, obscenely.

He began to alternate his rhythm without warning. After several minutes of long, steady stroking he suddenly began to ram-fuck her with deep, hard, rapid thrusts, pounding his hips savagely at her cunt, building up steam, feeling his jizz swell his cock even more as her cunt spasm uncontrollably on it, hot and tight as a vice, sucking taut and sharp. Just before he lost control, teetering on the verge of an orgasm, he slowed again.

Geeta bit her lower lip, beside herself. Her breasts and nipples ached for his touch, her cunt was a furnace. He caressed her breasts and she moaned, writhing beneath him. Again he struck a rapid, jack-hammer rhythm, reaming and ramming his cock deep into her. Again he slowed. Geeta whimpered, her slender legs trembling with the strain. Gently, Suhas let her sink to the floor, onto her knees, going down with her so that she was kneeling now, leaning over the edge of the bed, with him on his knees behind her. She moaned softly, her face arching, her forearms along the bed, long fingers scrunching the counterpane as he resumed his lovemaking. Holding her slim hips, he began to rock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, his hands everywhere, under her breasts, cupping and squeezing them hard, under her belly, thumbing her clitoris, caressing her. His hips rocked slowly and unhurriedly back and forth, back and forth, his nostrils flared the eyes glassy, grunting and panting heavily.

His enormous cock glistened as it stroked smoothly in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt, emerging and disappearing into the hair rimmed folds of her cunt-lips. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that spasmed and clamped on his penis. His cock throbbed and burned inside her, huge, impossible, his buttocks swinging now in circles, taking her from all angles, finding the innermost recesses of her being. She began to whimper and moan as he expertly stoked her fires anew. Her body began to move with his rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth beneath him. Her hips swung in pleasure, of their own accord, her buttocks writhing and rolling under his hips, flexing and un-flexing as he ran his cock into her. Then she rocked back and forth, up and down, her buttocks parting and closing as they swung up and down, her body gently arching and bowing alternately beneath him, her cunt sliding down, off his cock, then slithering back up to impale itself on his throbbing member again. Her cunt contracted on his penis and Suhas moaned softly in deep pleasure. His rhythm quickened. Hers matched his pace, her buttocks now not swinging or swaying but bucking and jerking rapidly up and down, up and down, up and down, pumping and pounding at his jouncing loins. Now he was piston rapidly in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt, biting his lower lip in tension, his handsome head flung back hands on her hollowed shoulders, jerking her hard down onto his penis as he slammed into her. She began to moan and cry out loudly as his cock plundered her flesh, thundering in and out like a battering ram, going faster and faster and faster still till he was pounding and reaming and ram-fucking her cunt, his balls thumping against her slender buttocks.

Suhas took pity on her and eased her forward onto the bed, onto her hands and knees. Her strong, shapely feet, steeply arched were pointed toe-down on the bed, the delicate silver anklets swinging. He knelt behind her, his cock inside her and rock-hard still. She was panting and moaning, almost sobbing with passion, desperate for the release he would not give her. Her long, thick silken tresses swung loose over one shoulder. He buried himself into her cunt and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, tongued her ear, cupped and squeezed her hot, succulent breasts.

"Oh *saheb-saheb-saheb* ..." she whimpered, her hips writhing uncontrollably, her body swaying and shaking, hot and feverish to his magic touch. "Fuck me ... fuck me like a whore ... please ... I beg you ..."

"I want you ... again and again ... I want your ass, too ..." he murmured.

She moaned and began to move again, moaning thickly, beyond herself with lust and desire, her mind whirling insensate. Back and forth she rocked, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, her cunt sliding up and down, up and down, up and down the length of his shining penis. Her buttocks flexed and un-flexed, lobed outwards, his cock glistening as her buttocks and hips rocked up its gargantuan length then scrunched back down with a rasping sound. He held still. There was still time. He stretched his hands down and again caressed her turgid breasts gently, making her shudder and moan even more loudly. He bent and kissed the nape of her long neck, trickled his tongue down the sweet dip of her spine. Her slender body was hot, burning.

"OHHHHhh saheb ...*hanh* ... uhhhh *hanh*!" she went.

To her relief, he relented at last and began to move again, fucking her steadily and unhurriedly, stroking masterfully with his hips, swinging them round and round, back and forth, round and round, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, his cock going in and out, in and out, in and out in and out. Holding her hips and moving her with him to suit his rhythm, his pleasure, literally masturbating himself on her cunt, he gradually picked up tempo as he let himself go, arching his head. Now his hips were pumping furiously, with a kind of demonic energy and strength piston and pummeling her buttocks, plunging his skewer deep into her, slamming into her cunt, ram-fucking her, going faster and faster, harder and deeper, grunting and gasping.

She moaned louder still and began to orgasm at last, shivering with tension, moaning and biting her lip, crying out loudly as the sharp orgasm hit her again and again. He kept up his rhythm, adding to the intensity of her orgasm, letting her feel the hard, rasping length of his cock invade her again and again and again, relentless in its magnificent power.

He paused and rose, going into a deep squat astride her, his hands on the small of her back, pushing her body down deeper so that her face was pressed to the bed, on its side. Her mouth was open in a wide 'O' of lust, her eyes closed. He paused, his cock half in half out of her and then, with a loud, shuddering gasp, he sank into her flesh again and she cried out, the breath rushing from her throat in a rattling gasp, her neck arching, her body jerking forward on the bed as the monstrous, wonderful instrument of joy seared into her flesh. He began to move rapidly, pumping and piston, his buttocks jouncing and bobbing swiftly up and down, up and down, his belly sucked in with the strain, his mouth open, eyes hooded, head flung back, holding her under him, his cock rising and falling, shining, glistening, going in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, and again she felt herself soar high, high, high, teeter on the verge and then spill over with a loud, pulsating, gasping moan and cry of wonder.




Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 05



He waited patiently till the tension ebbed out of her and her cunt had relaxed its stranglehold on his penis. All the while, he caressed her body lovingly, fondling her breasts, her cunt-lips, her clitoris, her anus. There was nowhere his fingers did not reach. Her body tingled and vibrated like a stringed musical instrument in his fingers. Within minutes she was moaning with renewed hunger very strange and extremely surprising for a woman at that age – she was a sexual machine, a rough estimate – she is to have slept with 150 men in her 30 years of active sexual life and fucked at least a 100000 times at an average of 3000 fucks an year. There were days when she had slept with 7 men together at differently and fucked 160 times in a single day – that was the appetite. 

"Ready?" he asked her at last, murmuring.

She gasped her assent. He slid out of her smoothly, his cock still rock-hard and hot and turned her over onto her back. This was for him, and both knew it. She succumbed to him willingly and without hesitation, spreading her legs wide and lifting them high, coiling them around the middle of his massive, powerful back. He bent over her and she took his cock in her hands, guiding him to her cunt-lips and gasped and arched steeply under him as his cock- head breached the walls of her cunt and speared inward. This time he penetrated her quickly and smoothly, his cock sliding in deep like a hot knife into butter. She moaned as he went in and arched under him. His head snapped back in delight and she gasped, arching, her head upturned, back bowed, her long neck craned as his cock went in deeper and deeper and deeper till she thought it would surely rip her asunder, pierce her belly, come out of her throat. She wanted him, she could not deny him. Her slender, curved, fair-skinned body shone with sweat.

Their fucking cleaved through all social barriers and she was now just a female of the species in deep heat, he a male in rut just as though she were some whore for his pleasure. She gripped his buttocks and hips tightly, her legs rising, winding taut about his slim hips and waist. Her hands caressed his deep, hard, solid chest, his thickly muscled, outstretched arms and coiled about his thick neck. He bent his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth, feeling her own respond in kind. He squeezed her heavy breasts, the nipples nut-hard and stiff, than sucked on them. Geeta moaned. He knew that she would respond superbly, that she would come again, the next orgasm even better than the first. He bent over her, his arms outstretched, his palms on the bed, his biceps and triceps bulging powerfully. She dug her fingers into them in tension, biting her lower lip, arching her face, her hips and began to move under him, her hips heaving and jerking and writhing heavily. He levered her thighs apart with his knees and then, for the last time that evening, began to fuck his maidservant again, taking her for himself now, finally intent on his own satisfaction.

He built himself up slowly, without pause, his mind focusing utterly on the exquisite sensations that coursed through his powerful loins, his balls aching for release. His hips rose and fell, up and down, his cock going in and out, shining and hard and hot. He fucked her with long, slow, caressing, wonderful strokes at first, his cock sliding in and out, in and out in and out slowly and measured in tempo. Then he began to build up speed, moving ever faster and faster and faster still, his hands raking her slim legs wider apart and high, his buttocks rising and falling rapidly, bobbing and bucking over her heaving hips, her body jerking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on the bed, her head snapping from side to side in a frenzy of delight as his cock seared inside her. He started to swing his hips in savage circles with every down stroke, taking her from all angles, piercing and probing and exploring every nook and cranny of her dripping cunt. His cock seared and rasped and squelched into her, twisting this way and that. Now they were both gasping and crying out in unison.

"OHHh ... Geeta! Oh ... uhhh ... OHHH ... *hanh* ... uhh *Eṉ cēval ceks vantu pirañcu vantuOHhhhh ... uhhhh come on, whore! Take it!" he gasped, his handsome head flung back, his dark, powerful body streaming with sex-sweat now.

"UHH ... OHHhhh ... uhhhh ... AHHHHH...uhhh...AHHHHH...uhhh UHHHHHH ahhhhhAHHH uh OH-ma-uh-oh-ma-uh-oh-ma-uh-OHHHHH!" she went, responding to him measure for measure.

He picked up speed smoothly till he was ram-fucking her again with hard thrusting, reaming strokes, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing, bobbing and piston furiously. He let himself go, arching his head back and grunting and gasping. Her body jerked and lurched and arched with every thrust, her breasts jiggling, the *mangalsutra* looped over one hot, swollen breast, her hips bucking furiously up as his came crashing down, her legs tautening about his hips as she drew him in deeper still. She clenched his buttocks, prised them apart, and slid her finger into his anus. He gasped, his mouth jerking open and she moaned as he ground down powerfully into her, skewering her deeply.

"OHHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhh *hanh* UHHHh *hanh* uhhh *hanhhanhhanh*!" he cried as she began to orgasm, moaning and shuddering, jerking and spasm under him.

Once, twice, three, four, five ... a dozen times he thundered into her, reaming deep into her with a savage, cruel twist and roll of his hips that made her arch and cry out, rolling down deep into her, pausing, then ram-screw-spiraling down again and again. He went faster and faster and faster, and Geeta moaned and began to orgasm again, gasping and mewing and crying out. This time, seconds after she exploded, she heard him growl deeply and felt him thrust into her again and again and again, harder and deeper and faster, pausing and quivering and stiffening at the end of each thrust, till at last he could hold back no more and relented. Bending his head, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he exploded. She felt him quiver and tense, embedded deep inside her and then came the awesome flood of his jizz, a copious, never ending deluge of white hot spunk that burned like angry tongues of fire into her sopping slit and oozed thick and warm over her thighs.

Trembling and shaking, her slender legs unwound from around his hips. Suhas kissed her lingeringly, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His cock was still hard. She groaned softly as he bent his head to her breasts. He was utterly relentless. He would fuck her for as long as she wanted. He moved his hips slightly, and shemurmured as his cock stroked gently in her cunt.

"Again," she murmured, tonguing his ear lasciviously. "Fuck me again."

He rolled over with his cock still inside her and swung her astride his body. She straddled his hips and adjusted herself till she was in a deep squat over his lap. Her feet were on the bed on either side of his hips, her legs steeply bent. Her hips sank and sank and sank and he groaned as her cunt swallowed his cock. She gasped, biting her lower lip, her shoulders hunched, her head arching back. He slid his hands up over her breasts. Gently, steadily, she began to move, rocking up and down on his cock. Her cunt slid up and down the length of his shaft. He groaned, pumping his hips rhythmically under her. She gasped softly as he fingered her anus and her clitoris alternately. Her hips began to gyrate. He kept up his steady rhythm and now he held her buttocks and moved her on his cock, forcing her down deeper and deeper. She cried out deliriously, in unbridled joy. She whimpered and bent forward, her hair framing her lovely face in a fine sweep, cascading down her front, caressing his chest, smiling gently. Her face and body were dotted with beads of sweat. She slowed her motions and shuffled her legs backward to kneel astride his lap, deeply impaled on his cock. Her hair tumbled onto his torso. He caressed her lovely face and she murmured softly, kissing his fingertips. He caressed her large, swollen breasts, kneading them gently so that she shivered in excitement.

Suhas took his time over it, never hurrying, gently coaxing her to a long, slow, intense orgasm. Geeta groaned and gasped as it hit her. This time, he pulled her down deep onto his cock and with a shuddering cry, exploded yet again, spattering his jizz deep into her cunt. Whimpering her pleasure, she leaned over him and kissed him deeply and gently, her heavy breasts hot on his chest, her body tacky against his.

"Now," she whispered, licking his nipple. "Now fuck my ass."

Suhas eased her off his lap and she slithered down his body, kissing and licking it hungrily and sucked his cock again. He craned his head to watch her. She held his upright penis and licked its shaft slowly, her mouth wide, her fingers sticky with his jizz, her eyes smiling lasciviously at him. He watched as she rose to squeeze her breasts over it. "God, I love your cock," she muttered, squeezing his penis into her tight tit-sheath, and he felt her rigid nipples ripple up and down his shaft. Slowly, the lovely creature drew his penis into her mouth again and Suhas groaned and arched his head in pleasure, spreading his legs so that she could lick and tease his tight little anus, suck his balls. Her tongue and lips were fiery, erotic, relentless, and the heat surged in renewed hunger in his loins. Jerking his cock adroitly, she sucked his cock rapidly, her head bucking up and down over his groin. When he was ready, he pushed her head away.

Smiling happily, her chest heaving with excitement, Geeta slid up his body to kiss him, feeding her breasts into his mouth. He squeezed them together and sucked on them sharply, making her groan. Then she rolled off him and turned on her front in a reclining pose, with her shoulders on the bed, her knees bent, her buttocks and thighs forming a great obtuse V, and lifted her buttocks high for his pleasure. Kneeling behind her, Suhas smiled and caressed her fair, naked body gently, his hands roaming over her buttocks and in her crotch and up to her breasts. Geeta shivered and spread her thighs open. Suhas reached for a jar of lotion by the bed and, tipping some into his palm, anointed his cock lavishly. It glistened, thick and hard and smooth. He smeared some lotion on her anus. Geeta trembled, tensed, her face turned to one side.

"Do it," she muttered. "Come on, *saheb*, fuck my ass ... do it!"

She still called him Saheb – after all her mother worked in their house when he first fucked her – and took her cherry – she rarely called him by his name though Shanti called him Suhas.

Suhas rose in a deep squat astride her hips and, pulling her buttocks open, pressed his enormous cock-head to her anus. Geeta tensed as she felt its heat, the insistent pressure. He cupped her breasts and she relaxed and yielded and his cock-head burst into her rear channel. The breath ripped from her throat in a rattling cry, and her face contorted in a rictus of lust, her teeth bared, her lips drawn back. Suhas' head snapped back and he gasped in joy as her hot, tight asshole convulsed frenetically on his cock. "Oh fuck yes!" he cried.

He paused, waiting patiently till she had regained some control, adjusted to his size. Her breathing steadied somewhat, though still ragged, and then, gently, he eased himself into her anus. Geeta whimpered, a cry of pure pleasure now, as the enormous penis drilled into her asshole, skewering her anal flesh. Suhas sodomized the elder cougar slowly and unhurriedly and gently, pushing and squeezing his cock deeper and deeper into her, till he was fully buried in her convulsing asshole. The breath rattled from her throat in choking, heaving gasps. Her anus and cunt burned with lust. Suhas paused, enjoying the frantic squeezing of her rear channel on his monstrous penis. Geeta whimpered deliriously.

"Is it too much? Shall I stop?" His words were gentle and he caressed her back and breasts tenderly.

It was the last thing she wanted. "For heaven's sake, don't," she gasped. "Whatever you do, don't stop!"

Suhas smiled happily and waited patiently. Geeta's breathing steadied gradually.

"Tell me when you're ready," he murmured. "I can wait."

She nodded in gratitude, moaning and whimpering. Then, as the lust fires drowned the initial discomfort, her buttocks began to grind and sway under his. He was a master of the art of anal sex and instantly, he began to move, gently sliding his penis out of her ass. Geeta gasped at the sudden release in pressure. Further and further he retreated, and her buttocks rose with his groin, as if unwilling to part company, When just his cock-head was still within her anus and she was gasping and moaning, he slid his hips smoothly forward again. The clean-shaven, lotion-anointed penis slid easily into her anus again. Geeta gasped and lurched forward under his thrust. He bent and squeezed her breasts, crushing them in his hard palms.

"Oh god yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass! Fuck me, *saheb* ... do it!" she moaned.

Suhas butt-fucked the mother slowly and lovingly, stroking his cock gently in and out of her ass. She gasped and cried out, moaning and whimpering, rocking and jerking under him, begging for him never to stop. He went on and on, fucking her ass for a good fifteen minutes, in which time she passed through half a dozen violent orgasms as he fondled her clitoris with two fingers, squeezed her breasts, and rocked deep into her anus. Her body rocked and jerked and swung under his. Her face was contorted in a rictus of lust. Her pendulous breasts swung and her *mangalsutra* slid up and down her neck. She bent more steeply, lifting her buttocks higher, spreading her legs wider and he straddled her hips and bent over her like a hairpin, understanding her need. His hips began swinging faster and faster and her face twisted and contorted, her eyes shut, her mouth torn open, moans and gasps and loud cries ripping from her throat as his penis piston and plunged in and out her anus, plundering her flesh.

"OHHHHH YES YES YES Ohhh god yes ... Fuck me! Fuck my ass, *saheb*, do it!" Geeta gasped.

Suhas pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, tongued her ear. She twisted her face to his and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, gripping her breasts and squeezing hard. She writhed under him, her buttocks squirming against his loins as his cock went in and out of her cunt. Faster and faster he moved, his thighs and balls slapping at her buttocks, his cock glistening as it went in and out of her ass, emerging and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing, his hips bucking and bobbing. In and out, in and out he went with a rasping squelch.

"God, you're fantastic," he gasped, his tongue hot in her ear again. "I want to fuck you forever."

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh god yes!"

"C'mon ... take it ... take it whore ... take it!"

"Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Yes, *saheb*, yes! Fuck my ass, *saheb*, please!"

Her body was slippery with sweat, and smelled sweetly musky and erotic. He moved faster, arching his head, his handsome body cording with strain, his hands on her hips and the small of her back, moving her body back and forth under his. He groaned, his eyes half-closed and rocked in and out of her faster and faster. Thrusting a hand under her belly, he fingered her gorged clitoris. Geeta exploded violently and her anus convulsed helplessly on his piston penis. Her hips swayed and ground and writhed against his body, at last, he relented and, sliding smoothly into her, held fast, quivering in pleasure, sighing in satisfaction as the heat erupted from his cock and spewed into her ass. Still ejaculating, he slid smoothly out of her, making her gasp at the sudden release of pressure. His cock spurted jizz over her buttocks and thighs and back. He spattered her anus, sticky and lubricated, with more jizz. Geeta bit her lower lip and groaned softly. His cock was still erect and he squeezed it slowly back into her asshole.

She gasped, lurching and falling forward. Her body sank and he descended with her, his cock impaling her anus. She groaned and writhed, pinned under him and he fucked her ass again for a few minutes, slowly pushing his cock in and out of her asshole, hisgroin slapping at her buttocks. Geeta gasped, her face contorting, her face writhing as the enormous penis seared and burned in her rear channel. Suhas thrust his hands under her body and crushed her breasts. Bent over her, he nuzzled the nape of her smooth, long neck, tongued her ear. Geeta whimpered and sucked greedily on his tongue when he kissed her. Gently, he eased out of her anus. She moaned in delight under him and he squeezed his cock into her cunt again. She was wet and hot and ready and eager for him.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Fuck me again, *saheb* ... don't stop fucking me."

She stretched her legs and lay flat on her front on the bed. Suhas grunted and rose on powerful outstretched arms, spreading his legs wide on either side of her body. Lifting himself on his toes, he paused, his muscles taking the strain of the position smoothly and easily. Then he took a deep breath and with a deep sigh of pleasure, flexed his buttocks slowly and let his hips sink. His cock ran into her cunt like a hot knife into butter. Geeta gasped, her face twisting and contorting in joy and her buttocks jerked and rose up to meet his cock in descent. He plunged into her cunt, going in deeper and deeper, his head arching slowly and then, with his cock deep in her cunt, he paused. Geeta groaned, her body arched, tensed, her buttocks lifted high. Then he lifted up out of her and she gasped at the slow, exquisite release in pressure; and then his hips sank again and his cock pierced her flesh. Again and again, and in and out and soon he hit a rhythm with deep, long, penetrating thrust plunging his cock in and out of her cunt. Geeta gasped and cried out and moved with him like a thoroughbred.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma Ohhh unhhh!" she gasped.

Faster and faster he moved, his body rocking up and down, his groin and thighs slamming and slapping at her quivering, bouncing buttocks.

"Ohhh fuck yes! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock, whore!" he cried.

Faster and faster he went, hammering greedily at her creamy flesh and she writhed and thrashed under him as the fires grew and spread, moaning and gasping as her orgasm loomed and approached, a fireball in her head. His buttocks bounced furiously, his hips snapped and swung up and down and now he was ramming and reaming madly into her, panting and gasping, reaming his enormous cock into her cunt. Her orgasm broke and instantly, he jerked out of her, making her gasp and cry out in shocked disbelief. He dropped to his knees, jerked her hips up and, opening her buttocks, pushed his cock into her anus in a long, smooth thrust. Geeta's mouth tore open and she shrieked softly, her anus and cunt convulsing frantically as the huge penis ran into the hot rectal tightness of her anus. 

Suhas stroked slowly in and out of her anus till her orgasm passed and then he slid out of her and turned her on her back. Pulling her legs wide apart, lifting them high, folding her body in half, he bent over her and entered her again. Geeta moaned deliriously and squeezed her breasts in frantic excitement.

"Ohhh god yes!" she cried, her body hot and trembling with lust. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, *saheb*! Fuck me hard! *Eṉ kaḻutai intavoru vantu*! Come on fuck my Ass"

Suhas fucked her for another hour or more, relentlessly driving her from one orgasm to another, till she was soaked in sweat, whimpering and gasping, totally drained. He came repeatedly, in her cunt, in her mouth, in her anus again, over her breasts and belly. No matter what he did, she was unable to resist. The joy was indescribable, beyond compare. But then, that was to be expected of this man, her lover, her master, her god and now he was also the responsible man for making his daughters prosperous whores – sluts.



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 06



Shanti here and this is the story of a different kind – fast tracked in years and am 38 years now and my daughter Raji is 18 years who had known Venki for a long time. But it was only recently that the two of them had started dating. 

I was happy for Raji, and maybe just a bit jealous. After all, Venki was a really good looking kid. Then again, "Kid" may be the wrong word here. Venki was now 19 and he was a student in a College. Raji was a student, just turned 18, and going on 19. 

She was growing up so fast, too fast for me. I could see the physical changes in Raji and evidently, so could Venki. I was concerned enough about Raji that we had another of those serious mother-daughter talks where I assured her that it would be best if she waited to have boyfrieds until after she was a graduate. 

When she asked me if I had waited, I told her that we were talking about her, not me. "Did I wait?" 

I don't think it would have been good if she had known that I had waiting only until I was about 18 when my darling Suhas took my cherry and we ended up screwing like a couple of rabbits. But that is another story which you all know, so I told her that she could come to me any time she wanted and we could talk about anything. 

Then she said, "OK, what about me having a few boys as friends?" 

I was expecting this and replied, "I guess it would be best, but I hope you don't think this is the only thing in life pill, besides, I still think that you still should wait! There is no hurry!" 

"Amma," she said, "I am not going to start doling for every boy in the school. I just want to be on sure of who is right in case something or someone did appear or it ever did happen. I will not promise you that I am going to wait until I am a graduate, but I'm not planning anything...at least not yet."

Later that day during a weekday when there was very little crowd in the pool, I noticed Venki and Raji in the Community pool of the Apartments. Both were wearing swimwear that did cover much of anything. I could tell that Venki was excited, my goodness, his trunks looked like a small pup tent the way his pole was sticking out. I could tell that he was rather well developed himself. I found myself watching them for a while as they groped and played and I decided that it would not be long before they were sexually active, if not already. I noticed that my panties were getting damp as I watched them playing touchy-feely while they thought they were alone. As I watched, I started to think about how much fun I had back when I was a teenager. Then I had an idea, to stop Venki from dating my daughter _ I will take this Cherry and make sure he does not look at my kid after that.

I got Venki by himself and told him to stop by the house the next day after College. I made some excuse about wanting to talk to him while Raji and her sister were at Music practice. He agreed and I set the plan in motion. My husband is a solid work-a-holic and is never home before 6. The girls would both be at Music class until at least 5, so I would have some time to work this out. When time was drawing close for Venki to show up, I took a shower and put on a revealing bra and matching panties. On top of this, I put on one of my husband's shirts. It was long enough to cover me {well almost cover me} when I was standing up, but no way would it cover my ass if I bent over at all. When Venki showed up, I answered the door, and told him that he was early, I wasn't expecting him for another 30 minutes. Of course he was there exactly when I had told him to arrive, but that was all part of the plan. I told him that to come in and have a seat in the dining room. I assured him that I was almost done and I just need to wash my hair. Venki noticed my outfit, and without being too obvious, looked me over, checking me up and down. I noticed that he paid quite a bit of time looking at my legs and rear end. I guess I should tell you that I am not stacked like Dolly Parton, but I have managed to keep my legs and ass in what I thought was good shape. Judging from Venki's reaction, he thought they were in good shape as well. 

I was well prepared, had put a small mirror in the window above the kitchen sink and could keep an eye on Venki as I washed my hair. I was purposely leaning over much further than necessary and watching as he kept his eyes glued to my ass. I spread my legs a little and I swear I heard a moan from behind me. I finished the prolonged shampoo and reached for my towel and "accidentally" knocked it on the floor.

"Venki, could you get this towel for me," I asked, still leaning over with my head over the sink.

Venki was still looking straight at my ass, he didn't answer me, so I repeated my request, a little louder.

"Oh, yeah, sure." He finally said and jumped up and ran for the towel. As he handed the towel to me, I could see him looking between the loose fitting revealing shirts on me at my tits. I knew that I had him interested. He had a tremendous hard-on pressing the front of his jeans. I wrapped the towel around my wet hair and turned to Venki, who was still standing just an arm's length away.Now or never, I thought. I reached over and took his arm and guided him toward the living room. As we walked, I spoke to him, "Venki, I guess you are wondering why I asked you to stop by this afternoon. I just wanted to let you know that I am aware that you and Raji are normal, healthy young folks and that you are probably as horny as a rabbit all the time. I also know that as Raji's mom, I don't want her fooling around at her age. So, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't press Raji to do anything she doesn't want to do." he replied.

"I know that Venki," I said, "That is why I wanted to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" he asked.

"Yes, Venki, a deal, if you promise me that you will not push Raji into the sack, I will make sure that your needs are taken care of." I said as I leaned over and started to rub his cock through the blue jean material.

"Ugh..." was all he could manage to say. But, hey, what do you expect him to say. He had just finished watching me grind my ass at him for ten minutes, flash my tits at him and now I was caressing his raging hard-on. 

I don't think many men would have been able to make a speech under those conditions. "Venki, I can be with you every Tuesday while Raji and Amanda are at music lessons and we can have a good time together." As I was telling him this, I unbuttoned his pants, lowered his zipper. I reached inside and pulled his underwear down, exposing his hard-on and judging from the amount of pre-cum, I knew that it would only take a couple of strokes and he would be pumping a load. 

I lowered my head to his lap and gently licked the head sliding the tongue up and down the underside of his prick. Then, I slid my mouth over the entire cock, taking a good bit of it all the way into my mouth. He responded by lifting his hips to meet my stroke. He was moaning and trying to breath. As I suspected, on about the third stroke, he grabbed my head and yelled that he was going to cum. I slid my mouth to the bottom of his cock, what I could reach, his pants were still on. As I felt the zipper hit my nose, his first spurts were hitting the back of my throat. He was making so much noise, I was afraid the neighbors would surely hear him. He filled my mouth with his cream, so much that I almost could not hold it all. After he returned to earth, I looked him in the eyes and asked if we had a deal. All he could manage was to shake his head up and down so fast that he was just a blur.

I took him by the hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom where undressed him and pushed him back on to the bed. I stepped back and slowly unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall to the floor and unsnapped and slid the bra straps slowly over the shoulders, then cupped my breasts and let the bra fall away. Venki started to get off the bed and I pushed him back again. I was really enjoying the teasing I was giving him. I slid a finger under each side of the panties and quickly slid them to the floor. 

I took a finger and put it slowly into my mouth then placed it into my pussy. I drew it back out and offered it to Venki. He opened his mouth and licked my finger clean. I climbed up on the bed with him and straddled his face. I don't know how many pussies Venki had tasted, but from the way he dove into me, I was not his first. If I was, then the young man was a natural, because I was screaming within seconds of his tongue's first touch. I ground my pussy against his face for a few minutes and felt like I was going to pass out. I fell across the bed and was going to tell Venki to keep going. He must have read my mind, for he followed me as I fell and was on his hands and knees with his face buried in my pussy as soon as my ass hit the bed. He continued to tongue me and I moved and crawled across the bed using only my butt cheeks. He was doing things to me that I had forgotten about. All my lovers idea of great sex was me blowing them, and letting me fuck me up my ass and then let them kiss my tits and rub my pussy for a minute or two {no exaggeration here} then hop on and drive away until HE came. But Venki was trying to lick my belly button from the inside. His eagerness to please was working magic on me. I came with the most intense orgasm that I could remember ever experiencing. I reached down and pulled his head gently toward my face. I could taste myself on him when we kissed. He was already humping against me as I reached down and pressed his cock against the opening of my pussy. He entered with one solid thrust and the juices that he had caused with his wonderful tongue were more than enough lubrication to allow him total access to me. He began thrusting hard and fast, and I reached and grabbed his ass cheeks, and held him tight. 

"Take it slow," I whispered in his ear, "Let's make this last for a while."

"Sorry," he said. "I just can't help myself, it is my first time going all the way."

I couldn't believe it, not only was I getting the best fuck in a long long time, but it was a cherry, too.

"Well, Venki, you are doing just fine."

I pulled his ass and then pushed to establish a gentle motion and he quickly fell into the rhythm. I kept helping keep himself in control for a while, then he started to pick up the tempo again, his breathing was coming in gasps, and I knew he was going to explode again.

"Give me all you got!" I told him. And he quickly picked up the pace until he was almost bouncing me up and down off the bed. He drove his cock in to me until the pubic hairs were touching mine. He strained his face into a look of pain, terror, exhaustion and joy combined and filled me with his love juice. After ejaculating in only a short time ago, it was still a big load.

I was expecting him to shrivel up and fall off of me, but oh the joys of youth, his erection was still there. I rolled out from under him and got on my hands and knees and told him to put it in from behind and to fuck me doggie style. He put the head of his dick between my legs and against my pussy and again was inside with a single thrust. He was rocking the bed with his motions and I was trying to keep up with him. I knew that I would not be able to control him this time so I just let him plow ahead at his own pace. After a few minutes, I fell face down on the pillow and had the most wonderful orgasm of my life. I yelled so loud, had I not yelled into the pillow, the entire block would have heard me. This young man was giving me something that I had never experienced in my life. He was groaning loudly now and I knew it would soon be time for another load to be deposited inside of me. Sure enough, he thrust his cock as deep inside of me as he could and I felt him release his load. Venki and I met on almost every Tuesday for about three months, and then he and Raji had a big fight and they stopped seeing each other. I think I was more upset that Raji was, in fact I'm sure I was. It was only later did I learn that Raji was upset with him because she found out that Venki was messing with my younger daughter, Arpita. 

It seems Venki was a VERY busy young man!



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 07



I am Shanti and this is an episode or series of episodes during my College days.

Summer had arrived and school was out for the summer. My "sort of" boyfriend, Prakash, and I were taking it easy after a very hectic Semester of college. We both had part time jobs on campus, which were not very taxing. 

We were making the most of our free time by partying, sun bathing, and enjoying a lot of sex. 

Two years of college, away from family and hometown, had liberated me considerably. I had enjoyed my fair share of the men on campus, and continued to do so with Prakash's blessing. 

He was a stud, and got his share of "strange" also. We both enjoyed sharing stories of our sexual exploits with others, which really got us hot for each other. 

Prakash and I had been getting it on at least twice a week for the past several months, and truly enjoyed pleasing each other. 

We were very compatible, both in personal nature and sexual preferences.

There was nothing that either of us would not do for the other sexually, including fixing the other up with partners. During the last quarter, I had arranged for Prakash to be shared by two of my girlfriends who swung both ways. 

They were roomies, and I had bragged to them about Prakash's prowess and equipment. When they both expressed a desire to fuck him, I promised to set it up, under the provision that they both do him at the same time. I had not warned Prakash of the two girls' intents when I asked him to pick me up at their place one night. 

Naturally, I was gone when he arrived, but he was thrilled beyond words when the two coeds took him to their bed. Since both girls were attractive, and very horny, Prakash had the night of his life. 

When I asked him about the incident the following day, he told me that it was the fulfillment of a lifetime fantasy. 

I told him he would have to do the same for me some time, as I had always had a fantasy about servicing a group of men. He promised that he would set it up for me. Little did I know what a treat I was in for a massive treat of this kind, full of sex and sleaze muck and pleasure?

A couple weeks ago, Prakash told me he was going to the sea shore for a fishing trip over the weekend. Being a very "outdoorsy" kind of babe, I immediately agreed to go along. 

I wasn't interested in fishing, but I was anxious to get away from the city, and do some skiing and swimming in the cool lake around the sea. 

We were going to stay in a friend's father's cabin about four hours away. It had been a long time since I had gotten away, and was really looking forward to the trip. 

The night before we were to leave, I spent the night with Prakash. 

As I was completing our packing, Prakash came up behind me and started squeezing my tits and rubbing his shaft against my firm buns. Having my big tits rubbed, always gets me hot, and I am always ready to jump Prakash's bones. Prakash spent a long time sucking and fondling my sensitive boobs, before moving down to munch at my sweet pussy. 

We are both very orally oriented, and I was brought to orgasm twice by Prakash's talented tongue. After my second `O' Prakash lay back on the bed, with his big hard on standing straight up for me to enjoy. 

I moved to return the favor, loving the taste and feel of his big cock. I teased his nuts and cock for a while, before moving to suck the shaft into my hot mouth. 

One of the reasons I stay with Prakash is definitely his big cock. When erect, it stands about nine inches tall, and is about as round as a silver dollar. 

After several months of regular practice, I have proudly learned to swallow the whole thing deep into my throat. As I worked my oral magic that night, Prakash started talking to me about my talent. 

He told me that I was the best cock sucker east of the Chennai and how sexy I looked with my mouth full of hard cock or my lips dripping with fresh come. 

His monologue made me hotter, and I increased my action on his erection, sworn to give him the best head ever. 

As I worked his big tool in and out of my tight throat, Prakash started telling me how he looked forward to seeing me suck cock all weekend. 

At first I thought he meant that we would be spending a lot of time together. 

As his hot talk continued, Prakash told me how sexy I would look with my mouth full of cock and my sweet pussy being filled at the same time. 

I began to get the idea that this was to be more than a fishing trip! I pulled Prakash's rod from my lips long enough to ask "Who is going to be on this trip?"

Prakash replied that we were joining Chintu, Taj and Karan for the trip. As I resumed snacking on Prakash's tool, I pictured the studs he had mentioned. 

I knew all three guys, and had had wet dreams about each of them at some time in the past. All were big masculine studs. 

They were all very attractive, and my pussy began throbbing at the thought of getting it on with all of them. 

The steamy thoughts caused me to redouble my ministrations on Prakash, and he soon treated me to a hot mouthful of delicious come, I gulped Prakash's seed and milked him dry, all the while thinking about the weekend to come. 

I kept sucking Prakash as his tool drooped and then grew again in my mouth. When he was hard again, I climbed up and mounted him. As I rode his big cock, we bantered about what I was to expect. 

Prakash had not told the guys that I was coming, and certainly not that I would be at their disposal for the weekend. I was thrilled by the prospect of fucking and sucking not just two guys at once, but having four hot studs at my disposal. "However you want to seduce them, is up to you," 

Prakash told me, "I know they all lust after your hot body, and they have all told me that you have the greatest tits and ass on campus. It won't take much encouragement from you to get in their pants!" 

This only made me hornier, and I came all over Prakash's cock as he shot his spunk into my pussy. As we lay in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss, I hugged Prakash, and asked, "You really won't mind seeing me fuck your hot stud friends?" Prakash just laughed. "After the treat you gave me by setting me up with Monica and Vijaya, I'd watch you fuck the entire Indian Army." 

We talked about several ways I could go about offering myself to the crowd, and I fell asleep with visions of cock filling my brain. Before I begin my sordid tale, perhaps I should introduce myself. 

My name is Shanti. I am a college senior at Madras University. 

My five foot six frame is gracefully curved and topped with a succulent pair of tits. Prakash, and a number of other guys I've dated, have convinced me that my firm tits cause instant hard-on to grow wherever I go on campus. 

The fact that I dress to show them off, and rarely wear a bra, means that they get a lot of attention. 

My face is OK, no raving beauty, but nothing to sneeze at either. My second best asset is my tight ass. I always wore something short, tight or both to show off my squeezable cheeks.

My shoulder length hair is a dirty black and very thick. 

I can never do a thing with it in the high humidity of the southern summers, so it usually just hangs loose and wild. Guys tell me that I look like a lioness, and those who are lucky enough to land me in the sack, find out that I am as wild as one also. 

My long legs have a nice summer tan, and although they aren't as shapely as I'd like, they still attract attention on their own. Generally, I come in a very nice package, filled with a desire for sex. 

Prakash and I met the others at Taj's father's house, just outside of town. We took two vehicles, Prakash and I in his pickup followed the others in Taj's older Tata Safari. 

Once we had escaped the morning traffic, we stopped for a real country breakfast. All of us crowded into one booth, with me sandwiched between Prakash and Chintu. I was wearing a brief camisole under a tank top and ultra-short, white cutoffs. All through the meal, I would accidentally rub my soft legs or breasts against Chintu. 

I always excused myself, complaining that the booth was too small, but Chintu never seemed to mind. My pussy was getting moist from the feel of all this manly flesh around me. 

I had always wanted to have my way with Chintu, but the situation never seemed to arise. I was confident that this would change today. After filling ourselves on breakfast, we all piled back into the trucks for the rest of the trip. We arrived at the secluded cabin around noon. 

While the others got the boat into the water, Chintu, Prakash and I moved the provisions into the cabin. It was very rustic, but clean. The cabin was basically one large room that served as kitchen, den and bedrooms. Two double beds stood against one wall, while a pull out sofa, coffee table and a couple of armchairs filled the opposite side of the room. 

A small kitchen table and chairs occupied a corner of the kitchen section, and a small room for toilet and shower was just off the kitchen. 

The place seemed comfortable while still maintaining the feel of the outdoors. Karan and Taj came in and announced that the boat was ready to launch, and we should all go out for a ride. 

I dropped my shorts and pulled off my tank top, announcing, "I'm ready to go!" I smiled inside as I saw Taj and Chintu's eyes bulge at the sight of my tantalizing body. The minuscule white camisole hid very little of my tight body. 

My firm 36 C's stood proudly from my chest, threatening to burst from the thin material. The top was only big enough to hide my nipples and areoles, while most of the tit flesh pushed together to form a deep cleft of cleavage. The suit bottoms were cut very high and were about a half size too small. The bottoms of my compact cheeks were exposed by the brief bottoms. 

I had decided not to wear a T-back the first day out, as I didn't want to be too blatant in my seduction. We grabbed a cooler with some drinks and beers and piled into the boat. 

I moved to the front seats, and as we pulled from the dock, I made quite a production of coating myself with tanning oil. I got a kick out of watching the guys pretend not to watch me. 

I took a long time sensuously coating all my exposed flesh with the shiny oil. In order to coat my legs, I bent at the waist, with my ass jutting out at the guys, as I smoothed the oil over my long stems. When I finished, I bounced to the back of the boat to grab a coke from the cooler. 

Quick glances showed that my audience had appreciated my little show. Taj and Chintu appeared to have full erections, while Prakash and Karan were showing swelled bulges as well. Proud of my ability to create such excitement, I returned to my spot out front, and lay back to enjoy the hot sun.

After cruising for a while, Taj pulled the boat into a cove and announced that it was too hot and time for a dip. 

After dropping anchor, we all jumped into the refreshing water. Feeling frisky, I tried to sneak up on Chintu and tried to dunk him. He caught me at the last second, dunking me instead. 

As we frolicked, Chintu took every opportunity to cop quick feels of my slick body. At one point, I wrapped my long legs around his waist, as he tried to push me under. 

When I refused to let go, he dove under taking me with him. 

As we both sputtered to the surface, he pulled me to him one hand locking on my ass. I did not resist, and clung to his broad shoulders as he carried us to standing depth in the water. 

As I let go, I slid under the water, allowing my taunt buns to rub his bulging crotch. I was impressed. 

Chintu was easily as well hung as Prakash, and my lust grew even greater. 

I splashed in the refreshing water with each of the guys, and they each took every opportunity to touch and rub my hot oily body. 

I was very excited by the time we decided to go out skiing. As we climbed back into the boat, Chintu was right behind me. 

I looked back at him as I hung off the ladder, my ass only a foot from his handsome face. He mimed biting at my ass, causing me to wink back at him. 

As Chintu climbed up, he caught a loose piece of molding on the side of the ladder, and cut a long slice in his left thigh. 

The cut didn't look too deep, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. We wrapped it in an old towel, while Chintu took the boat back to our dock. 

Prakash remarked that we had a good first aid kit packed at the cabin. When we got to the dock, I volunteered to play nurse while the others skied. I helped Chintu hobble back to the cabin. Although I'm sure he could walk fine, Chintu held on to me for the short walk up the hill. I left him on the porch, as I went in to fetch the kit. I washed out the wound, which did not appear to require stitches, and rubbed antiseptic on his rock hard thigh. No band aid was big enough, so I got out some gauze to fashion a wrap. 

I told Chintu to stretch his leg out, as I knelt between his muscular thighs. I took my time wrapping the wound, all the while rubbing his legs with my nearly exposed tits. Chintu looked greedily down my top, and as I watched, his cock stiffened to a firm bulge in his brief suit. After taping the bandage, I looked up from between Chintu's powerful legs into his winning brown eyes. 

"Does that feel better?" I cooed, planting a light kiss on the bandage. Chintu remarked, 

"It would feel a lot better if you kept kissing." I softly ran my long nailed fingers over his muscular legs, stopping just shy of his bulging crotch. 

"Would you really like that?" I asked as I tossed my golden tresses behind my shoulders. I slowly moved one long nail up to the bulge in his suit.

Chintu groaned as I commented, "It appears that you have another large problem that needs attending to!" I bent to kiss his tight abdomen, rubbing my tits firmly against his bulging cock. 

"Would you like me to help you with this?" I purred, as I squeezed my tits around his stiff member. 

"Oh God Yes!" Chintu practically yelled. "Please?" he added questioningly.

I was in a trance as I gripped the waistband of Chintu's suit, and started to remove his wet suit. As the thin material was removed, his huge erection sprang out, slapping me on the cheek. 

I smiled up at him as I took the big tool in my hand and began stroking it. 

"I think I can find a way to help" I told him. 

I stopped to admire this new cock that I had desired for months. Chintu was as long as Prakash was, but not quite as thick. His hairy balls were huge though. I gently licked around each hairy nut, taking each softly between my lips as Chintu held my head lightly. 

I kissed my way up the length of the pole, until I reached the throbbing head. I licked my lips as I prepared to swallow the first new cock of the weekend. Ever so slowly, I eased my mouth over Chintu's erection. I heard him gasp, and his cock twitched as I wrapped my long tongue around his sensitive glans. My wet mouth took more and more of this beautiful tool, until the big head butted against my throat. Breathing through my nose, to suppress my gag reflex, I pushed down, and was rewarded by Chintu's warm dick head filling my throat. Chintu held my head tightly as he urged me on. "Oh Shanti, nobody has ever taken so much of me like that before. Please don't ever stop, it feels so Good!" I had no intentions of stopping, but to tease him and I crept my mouth off his organ.

Kneeling between Chintu's muscular legs, I reached behind and untied my top. It fell free, and my big boobs fell free. I palmed the smooth tanned globes, and wrapped them around Chintu's glistening member. Chintu took over, gripping the soft flesh around his cock, as he began to fuck my tits.

I bent my head down, so I could lick his cock head as it appeared between my full breasts. Chintu was becoming frantic. 

I could tell he was ready to let go any second. Not wanting to waste any man cream, I swooped down and sucked hard on his full cock. I only had to pump about five times before Chintu let loose a cry of pleasure and creamed in my sucking mouth. His load was thick and salty, but somehow sweet. 

I had to gulp rapidly to catch it all, but I was ready, and got every delicious drop. 

I continued to suck Chintu's tool until it went soft in my mouth. I moved up and sat on Chintu's lap and asked, "Feel better now?" Chintu answered by giving me a long wet kiss. His load was still fresh in my mouth, but he didn't seem to care. His strong hands roamed my body almost frantically. It was as though he didn't know what to grab first. He kissed down my slender neck to my boobs, where he buried his face in my ample cleavage. "I've been dying to see these beauties since the first time Prakash..." Chintu stopped abruptly and quickly sat up, nearly knocking me from his lap. "Oh my God" he gasped. 

"What about Prakash? Oh shit!" I almost broke out laughing at Chintu's expression. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"Don't worry," I assured him. "Prakash and I have an understanding. He knows that I love cocks and that I am not ready to settle for one man just yet." Chintu looked questioningly at me. 

I could sense the battle going on in his mind-Friendship vs. Lust. 

"But what if they walk in on us?" Chintu queried. 

"Well, the more the merrier, I always say!" Chintu looked shocked, 

"You wouldn't care if everyone saw us?." 

I didn't want to reveal all my plans just yet, so I got up to look out the window. Bending deeply at the waist, I jutted my firm buns his way as I checked out the lake. I saw that Taj was just putting on a life vest for his turn on the skis.

"They're still skiing," I told him, wiggling my tight ass his way. "We have plenty of time"

Chintu crept up behind me, gripping my tight buns. 

"You don't know how much I've lusted after you" Chintu whispered. "This is a fantasy come true!" I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine.

"This is a fantasy come true to me too" I told him.

We kissed deeply, crushing my firm tits and his renewed erection between us. Chintu backed me across the room, gently laying me across one of the double beds. 

Towering over me as I lay back, Chintu announced, 

"I have to eat your pussy!" He fell to his knees next to the bed, and began stroking my long, smooth, tanned legs, kissing his way up to my thighs. I spread my legs, inviting the dark haired man to take me as he so badly desired. Chintu's fingers slipped into the waist of my skimpy half churidar camisole bottoms and slid them over my trim hips and down my legs. 

He pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and lifted my parted legs over his muscular shoulders. I heard him gasp, "What a beautiful pussy." That's not the first time I've heard that comment. 

I really do have a pretty pussy and I even love looking at it myself. The small lips at the crown barely conceal my love button. When I'm excited, my clit spreads those little lips wide and looks like the tip of a thumb. The full fleshy lips surrounding my slit are coral pink. 

The long folds part in the center, resembling a pouting, inviting mouth. I keep my dark blond bush trimmed short. I shave cleanly around the slit, leaving a trim downy bush just above my hooded button.

Chintu showed his appreciation of my lovely display by diving right in and I knew from the first touch of his thick tongue, that I was in for a treat. Chintu was obviously no stranger to oral loving. 

His tongue and lips fluttered all over my sensitive privates while his big, strong hands kneaded my tits. 

Within minutes, I was moaning and writhing in delight. Chintu's tongue slid inside my slit, feeling like a thin cock as it probed my insides. His soft, full lips closed over my puffy ones as he caressed my whole pussy with his mouth. 

He slid one hand down my firm tummy to rub my, now fully extended, clit. Removing his tongue, Chintu slipped one thick finger between my pouting folds, and began rubbing the ultra-sensitive area behind my clit. He locked his lips on my clit while massaging the protruding bud with his warm tongue. The combined action of his mouth and finger created a new sensation I had never felt before. Pressure built in my bladder as wave of sensation coursed through my body. I felt as though I was going to pee all over his face, until I exploded in orgasm. 




Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 07



It felt like my insides were pouring out as I locked Chintu's head to my crotch with my legs. 

I felt juices gush from my slit, soaking Chintu's ever moving fingers and flooding his mouth. His tongue lapped at the cream that I expelled as his mouth gripped my spasm out cunt. He drank at my nectar as though he were dying of thirst as I cried, moaned and came. I thought that I would never stop coming. I couldn't take it anymore, and I unlocked my death grip on Chintu's head and tried to push him away.

"Please...no...more...it's...too...too...much" I stammered.

Chintu stood smiling, his face sticky with my secretions. "Don't tell me no one has ever found your G-spot before?" he asked.

"I've never felt anything like that before!" I gasped, still winding down from the intense climax. "How did you do that?"

Chintu just grinned. "I'll be happy to perform an encore for you anytime" he gloated, seeing my obvious satisfaction.

"I'll be sure to take you up on that...often" I replied.

Chintu moved onto the bed next to me. He rolled me on my side, curling my legs up in front of me. His muscular body fitted against me from behind, and I felt his hard cock probe my dripping cunny. 

I reached between my legs to guide his tool into my wet box. 

"Fuck me with your big cock you stud" I begged as his head split my middle.

Needing no urging, Chintu slowly slid the full length of his meat up my slippery chute. Still churning from the excellent munching I had just received and my pussy eagerly received the hard member. The feel of Chintu's big cock filling my pussy was wonderful. Part of the thrill was residual from his manipulation of my newly discovered G-Spot, but part of it was mental. 

I knew that this was the first of any fucking I was to receive this weekend, and I was looking forward to sampling the different flavors, sizes and shapes of cocks to come. 

Chintu expertly stroked me with his cock, altering his rhythm and the depth of his plunges. My dripping pussy gripped his full length, as his actions coaxed another climax out of me. I whimpered and cried out as I came on his cock. Chintu pulled out and rolled me onto my back. I willingly allowed him to drape my ankles over his broad shoulders as he remounted me from the top. I have much better muscle control in this position, and I was able to squeeze his extended cock with my juicy slit. Chintu kept telling me how sexy I was and how great it was to be fucking me. I responded in kind, as we poked each other to carnal bliss. Chintu's load spewing deep inside me set off my third climax. 

We thrashed and bucked together as our juices mingled in my soupy cunt. Chintu collapsed on top of me, his bulky chest mashing my big boobs between us. After kissing me deeply, he extracted himself from my womb and was laid around beside me on the bed, spent. I was worn, but exhilarated from all our activity. I kissed my way down Chintu's body until I reached his wonderful cock. It lay limp and shiny across his thigh. 

I took the liberty of cleaning our combined juices from his cock and balls, finishing by licking his whole crotch. "You're incredibly sexy woman," Chintu commented when I returned to lay by him. 

"You're not so bad yourself" I replied. Just then, we heard the roar of the ski boat as it returned to the dock. Chintu and I scrambled to straighten up our mess and gather our clothes. 

When the others returned to the cabin, I was mixing drinks in the kitchenette while Chintu lay on a couch with his leg elevated, "resting comfortably."

Taj asked about his leg. Chintu smilingly replied, "Oh, nurse Shanti took great care of me." Chintu and I shared a knowing glance across the room, unseen by the others. 

"I'm sure my wounds will heal overnight." 

Luckily, we were all sort of disheveled from the boat and the water, so no one noticed how obviously "just fucked" I was. 

I told everyone that I was going to shower. 

Taj called out, "I'll be in to wash your back in a minute!"

"You wouldn't be able to handle a hot woman like me even if you did have the balls to follow me" I rejoined. 

Everyone just laughed, but I know Prakash and I both knew he was more welcome to join me than he would have ever believed. 

I entered the tiny bathroom leaving the door slightly ajar behind me. 

As I dropped my wet swim suit to the floor, I could hear the guys giving Taj a hard time. Prakash's voice rose convincingly from the fray, "Go ahead Taj, sound like a dare to me!" I tingled in anticipation of getting my second strange cock in less than three hours. 

As I waited for the shower water to warm up, I was aware of motion at the door behind. Glancing at the mirror, I could see Taj peeking through the crack I left at the door. 

Acting oblivious to his voyeuristic gaze, I moved in profile to him and raised my arms back to smooth my messy long hair. I arched my back, intentionally forcing my breasts higher and trying to lure him in. 

As the water was still cool, I leaned against the wall, and began to "unconsciously" stroke my trim bush. I let my head roll back and closed my eyes as I rubbed myself and moaned softly. I did this for about a minute, then let out an audible sigh, and entered the now warm shower. I immediately began to soap my pussy, wanting to wash Chintu's drippings from me in case Taj got the nerve to join me. As I casually soaked in the refreshing spray, I heard the door click shut, and a rustling from outside the shower curtain. I trembled in anticipation, waiting for Taj to join me. I did not have to wait long before the curtain was hesitantly pulled back, and Taj's face appeared. I smiled at him, and offered my hand to him in invitation. 

"Here to help me get clean?" I asked as Taj entered the tiny stall with me. He stammered an unintelligible reply as I offered him the soap and turned my back to him. Taj began to soap me down carefully as I soaked my long hair under the warm spray. Emboldened by my reaction to his presence, Taj began to rub my body, both hands sliding easily over my slick, supple skin. I took a half step back, and felt his erection poke into my firm behind. 

I reached between and gripped his hard pole in my soapy hand and rubbed it up and down the crack of my tight ass. I reached behind me and pulled Taj's face to mine over my shoulder. "That feels really good" I purred to him as our lips met in a frantic kiss. Taj spun me around and pulled me to him. As the water sprayed around us, we rubbed our soapy body together and sucked face. I pulled loose, and guided Taj's face to my tits. He took the hint and fell to mouthing my hard nipples while squeezing the firm globes he so desired. 

"I love having my tits sucked" I whispered as I jacked his rigid dick. "I like it almost as much as I like this," I added, sliding to my knees in front of him. Taj's cock was no comparison to Prakash or Chintu, but he was about six inches long and very hard. 

I sucked the whole cock into my mouth in one swoop. When my nose met his pubic hairs, his cock had barely reached the back of my throat. His cock was harder than any I had ever felt. What he lacked in size, I guessed he made up in stiffness, because it felt like I was sucking a warm steel pole. Taj moaned as I worked my magic on his stiff organ. 

After a minute or two of sucking, I heard a pounding on the door, and the guys taunting calls. "Hey, what's taking so long in there" I released Taj's cock long enough to call back, "I'm just getting my back washed, we'll

be done in a minute."

With a conspiratorial grin to Taj, I resumed my stimulation of his cock. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am" I murmured between sucking. Taj's grunted affirmation was followed by proof of his enjoyment. 

He grabbed my hair and began thrusting into my mouth. I coaxed his balls with my fingers and felt them swell and pulse. "I'm going to come soon" Taj hissed, trying not to cry out. 

My only response was to grab his tight ass cheeks and pull him deeper into my throat as I continued sucking. My actions were quickly rewarded, as Taj shot copious amounts of load into my mouth and down my throat. After the first three or four spurts, I pulled back and directed the last few spurts onto my heaving tits. 

When Taj was spent, I quickly cleaned off his cock, and whispered that he should get out quickly. I added that, when asked, he should say only that he had helped me wash my back. Nothing more and with a hasty assurance, Taj dried off and left. I continued my shower, leaving the goo on my tits until the end.

When I had completed and dried off, I wrapped a towel around my body and checked myself out in the mirror. The towel covered me from just above the nipples to barely the bottom of my ass cheeks. Satisfied with my appearance, I went out to join the crowd.  

My appearance was greeted by cheers and jibes, "What's the matter guys, never seen a girl just out of the shower before?"

"Not looking as good as you do" Karan exclaimed. Since he was the only one in the room that hadn't seen me naked yet, his eyes and pants were bulging in lust. 

I smiled sweetly at them, and turned to dig through my duffel bag for some clothes. I took my time looking, knowing that all eyes were glued to my firm cheeks peeking from below the towel. Prakash came by, and patted the bare buns on his way to the can. "Nice show" he whispered and then went to the shower to clean up. I looked around at the three handsome men who were gazing at me lustily.

"Anyone mind if I get changed?" I asked innocently.

"No problem here!" Chintu laughed. "We won't mind at all." I looked around the room, as if to find some shelter from their prying eyes. Taj added, "No need to leave on our account, we really don't mind."

I stared them all down for about 30 seconds. With a mock sigh of resignation, I unceremoniously dropped the towel to the floor, baring all. I turned my back to them, picking up the flimsiest panties I own. 

I could hear gasps and low comments as I bent and slowly slid the sheer g-string panties up my long legs. As I stepped into them, I spread a little extra so that my bare muff was open for display. When I got the flimsy strap around my waist, I made quite a show of fitting the string back between my tight bun-finishing by softly rubbing my smooth cheeks. I turned to face them, and with a sly grin, pulled out a tiny cut off T-shirt. 

I had removed the sleeves and collar from this shirt, and clipped off the hem so it barely covered my full tits. It was a tight fit, and I had to actually tuck my full mounds up inside when I finally got it over my head. Even half dressed, I was sure I looked exceptionally sexy. 

I finished up my outfit with a pair of white nylon running shorts.

These were also tight and short. Given the brevity of my panties, spots of bare ass cheek were visible under the tiny shorts. I twirled in front of the rapt crew and asked, "Well, how do I look?"

Everyone stammered out a reply, but Karan was the most vocal. "Good enough to eat!" he exclaimed.

I smiled graciously, and dropped to the couch next to Karan. 

"If you play your cards right, I could be dessert" I teased. Karan's expression was priceless. After my daring show, I'm sure he didn't know how to take my comments. Apparently, no one else had heard my comment at least they gave no reaction. Karan fired up a good sized joint, and passed it to me. 

Since passer's obligation called for me to carry the token to the next person, I was up and down several times. I made sure that I moved just right, allowing the guys quick glimpses of my tits, and peeks at my cheeks. 

I am an accomplished tease, but I enjoyed the game much more knowing that I would be giving myself to these guys all weekend. By the time Prakash finished in the shower, I had created a rise in three laps. Karan was practically drooling.

Prakash announced that it should be a tequila night, and he was going to make a run into town. Karan wanted to pick up some Vodka, while Taj and Chintu were content with the cooler full of beer and the three of us piled into the front seat of Prakash's pickup, with me in the middle, of course.

Since the truck is a stick shift, I was "forced" to huddle close to Karan.

My long soft legs were constantly rubbing against his strong hairy ones. Karan was an avid tennis player with a slender, but muscular build. I liked his brownish dark hair and slim build, but most of all I wanted to see his cock. 

I kept pointing out signs of wildlife on the roadside, poking my jutting breasts into Karan's arm or side as I did so. I could tell that he was getting hot from my touch, as I'm sure he was reliving his view of my naked body in his mind. I continued to tease him more at the liquor store as I flashed brief body parts in the store.

Chintu helped me get my last conquest out of the way on the drive back. He asked me what had happened with Taj in the shower. 

"He was in there an awful long time with you." Prakash remarked casually.

Just as casually I responded, "Well, he got so hard after soaping me down, I had to give him some relief."

Karan looked at me dumbfounded. Chintu asked, "So what'd you do for him?"

"Just a quick blowjob" I responded, looking at Karan for a reaction. He shook his head as if trying to clear water from his ears. He started to speak several times, before getting out, "You...you let her give someone else a b-b-blowjob?"

I gave him a quick elbow. "Prakash and I are just very close friends. We don't own each other, and we can do whatever with whomever we please."

Prakash agreed, "She always tells me about her adventures. It really turns me on. I'd really like to watch her in action some time."

Karan, now somewhat emboldened, said, "Well I'll be glad to help any time you want." Prakash and I exchanged knowing glances, then he quickly turned off the main drag onto an old logging road.

I started rubbing Karan's leg and told him, "I think Prakash's ready to watch now." I trailed my long, crimson nailed fingers lightly over his prominent bulge and commented, "It looks like you're ready to perform as well!"

Karan was over any initial hesitation he had about the situation, and slid his hand under my T-shirt. 

"I'm open for anything you want, as long as I get a chance to suck these incredible tits. I needed no prodding to pull the little T over my head, revealing my fleshy mounds. I pulled Karan's face to them just as Prakash turned the truck into a clearing. 

"Time to get comfortable" he announced, grabbing the blanket from the back of the cab. Karan and I tumbled out, giggling and fondling each other. In seconds, I was on my back on the blanket with Karan teasing my sensitive nips and Prakash stripping me of my bottoms. 

I groped at Karan's zipper, and he was quick to assist me in shedding his shorts and shirt, while he licked and nibbled at my breasts. 

I looked over at Prakash, and he gave me a great smile and began removing his own shorts to free his large cock. I reached for Karan's cock, and was pleasantly surprised. Karan had the thickest piece of man meat I had ever run across. 

It was about seven inches long, but I could not even get my hand around its girth. "Get that big boy over here for me to taste," I ordered Karan. 

He maneuvered himself so that his big meat was wagging at my nose while he moved his head to my bush. 

We went at each other orally, my mouth stretching wide around his mammoth tool. There was going to be no deep throating this monster, I thought to myself, as I contentedly mouthed my new pacifier. Karan was getting the best of our 69. Although well endowed, he had a lot to learn about eating pussy. He lapped away with plenty of energy, but I guess he didn't know his way around a woman's genitalia. 

"I'll get him some lessons from Chintu" I thought as I demonstrated my skills on his man root. My widely stretched lips engulfed his dick as I swabbed the mushroom head with my nimble tongue. The harder I sucked and the less attention my pussy got from Karan's tongue. 

I needed to come, and Karan was not getting me there this way. I was confident though that this thick tool would generate heavenly spasms once it was buried in my tight box.

Pulling the slick member from my lips, I urged, "Please fuck me Karan, I want your big cock in my sweet pussy!" Karan spun around, and took position between my legs. From the corner of my eye, I saw Prakash whacking away at his big cock. "You like to see your sweetie sucking cock Prakash? Are you ready to see me filled with this big cock?" In way of reply, Prakash knelt by my face and plugged my mouth with his erection just as his friend entered my wet cunt.

The pressure of Karan's hot cock slipping in my hole was intense. Before he was even half way in, I could feel a good come building up. 

I whimpered around Prakash's tool in my mouth, as Karan plunged deeper. He was no more adept at fucking than he was with his tongue, and he just kept pushing. 

I emptied my mouth long enough to instruct Karan. "Easy baby my tight pussy needs to stretch before you can stuff that fat thing in me!" Karan eased off, and began a slow stroking the big knob of his head stretching my insides of my pussy juiced up, and Karan was able to slip a little deeper with each stroke. 

The velvety walls of my pussy gripped the huge tool and my clit was tingling from the pressure. Karan found a rhythm that was comfortable for each of us as Prakash resumed fucking my mouth. He reached down to diddle my clit as he began telling me how sexy I looked taking on two huge cocks.

"I always knew it would be a thrill to watch you in action. You are such a hot, cock hungry slut. Karan is just loving your hot cunt, and I love fucking your mouth while he fucks your tight hole" Prakash's words excited the most sensitive sex organ I have-my mind. 

Picturing what a slut I must look like, I exploded like a volcano. My secretions coated Karan, and allowed him to stroke faster and deeper, coaxing further spasms from my already tightly clutching pussy. 

I arched my back and pumped my ass up to meet Karan's thrusts. Prakash gripped my head and kept fucking my throat as I thrashed on the ground under the two big men. 

I was in helpless ecstasy, filled from both ends with hard meat. I had never taken on two men at the same time, and I loved every second of it.

As my big O subsided, I went to work satisfying my two studs. I pulled away from the two guys and flipped over. Positioning myself on hands and knees, I told my two fuckers, "Now fill me up again studs! I want you to fill me with cock and sperm...Now!" 

My wishes were rapidly complied with, Prakash at my face, and Karan up my tight pussy. I no longer had to work as my two muscular fuckers pushed and pulled me between them, sawing their meat in and out of me. Prakash had hold of my knockers and was tweaking the nipples as he used my mouth for his pleasure. Meanwhile, Karan built up a head of steam and pummeled me mercilessly. He stroked me full speed for about five minutes before slamming him full depth and unloading with a yell. 

He cried out as he filled my slick chute with hot come. Prakash was not far behind, and his load in my mouth triggered my own release. Within a minute, we had all gotten off, back to back to back.

As the guys' cocks softened, they slid out of me, and I dropped to the blanket, dripping with sweat. My long hair was matted, and my body glistened in the dimming evening light. 

Prakash and Karan both praised me as the "hottest, sexiest babe ever."

I was exhausted and a little sore, but very happy with our little episode. We rested a bit, then decided we better head back before the rest of the group started to miss us.

Even dressed, I was an absolute mess. Prakash said I looked even sexier with the "just fucked look" and that I should stay the way I was. I hesitated, but then decided, 




Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 07



"What the hell." All the guys had seen me naked and had some form of sex with me already, so why not look like the slut that I am?



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 08



Our return to the cabin was not unnoticed. Chintu eyed my tousled look with a knowing smile. 

Away from the others, he mentioned, in a low voice, "Looks like you had a fun trip to the store!" I gave him a sly wink, as I put the booze in the freezer to chill. If Taj noticed anything out of the ordinary, he made no comment. 

We moved the party to the dock, to enjoy the cool night air and bright sky. Throughout the evening, each guy took every opportunity to sit close to me or to cop a quick feel when they thought the others weren't looking.

All the activity kept me very horny, but I did nothing more that evening, except gently stroke a few bulges through the guys' shorts. 

Taj and Karan seemed to have perpetual erections, and I thought that they would surely wake with matching sets of blue balls. As to my situation, I was sure that my nipples and twat would be sore in the morning, but with a little loving, they would be ready for action again. 

The five of us proceeded to get very high out on the dock, doing shooters and smoking a few. I quit drinking after the second tequila shot, as I did not want to be a hangover victim. 

By 11:00 I was beat, and announced that I was heading to bed. I got several offers to tuck me in, or keep me company, but I assured everyone that I would be just fine. 

I stripped, and climbed into the bed nearest the bathroom. The day's activities had taken their toll, and I drifted into a contented sleep until early the following morning, Saturday and I awoke early Saturday to the sounds of mountain Wildlife. 

A host of birds were chirping in the trees and various other sounds surrounded the cabin. 

Prakash was sleeping soundly next to me, and a quick survey of the room showed that the other guys were also still sound asleep. I padded to the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean up a bit. 

Discounting my generally messed up long tresses, I wake up looking pretty much the same as I normally do. 

I don't wear much makeup, and out here in the woods, I was not planning on wearing any at all. After a quick shower, I glanced out to see that everyone was still asleep, and returned to the room to gather some clothes. 

I didn't have much variety, so I just grabbed the first shorts and tank top I found in my bag and slipped them on. Fortunately, the cabin had the most necessary of appliances, a coffee maker. 

I started a pot of Chocolate Hazelnut (I brought my own blend along) then went to the porch for a smoke. The lake looked beautiful, clear and smooth without a sign of life anywhere. I filled my monster coffee mug, and, after checking that everyone was still asleep, strolled down to the docks. I sat end enjoyed the serenity of the secluded mountain lake as I brushed the tangles out of my long blond hair. 

I thought about my activities of the previous day. I had done all four guys, but it didn't appear that they knew of each other's activities with me. I had really enjoyed the teasing and pleasing. I had especially enjoyed the expert loving I had with Chintu. My pussy dampened as I recalled his talented tongue, and meaty cock. I had almost gotten all the knots out, when I felt the dock shift under someone's weight. I looked up to find the object of my current fantasy standing over me. 

Chintu looked great in his tight gym shorts, and nothing else. His strong, tanned, athletic body looked good as he towered over me. "What's a sexy babe like you doing out here all alone, " he quipped, his eyes caressing the curves of my breasts. "What a smooth operator you are" I returned. "I bet you have the women eating out of your hands with great lines like that!"

"It's not my hands I want them eating" Chintu replied, burning a sexy stare at me as our eyes locked in lust. We were both hot for each other, but I hesitated a second.

"Are the others still asleep?" I wanted to have my way alone with Chintu again, so I could enjoy his expert loving without distraction.

"Still snoring away." Chintu answered, a prominence appearing to grow in his crotch. "I was the first to turn in last night, and they were all still shooting tequila when I left, so I think they'll be out for a while."

That was good enough for me. 

I reached out and ran my nails softly up Chintu's muscular leg, up to his thigh. He reached down and took my hand, effortlessly lifting me to my feet. Our bodies melted together and I could feel his cock twitch and grow as our pelvis' ground slowly together. 

Chintu's hands traced light caresses all over my supple body. While most guys go right for my ass and tits, Chintu seemed to enjoy the feel of my whole body. "I've thought of nothing but how sexy you were yesterday.

It was tough trying to keep my hands off you for the rest of the day." Chintu whispered in my ear, nibbling at the soft lobes. "I'd love to have the opportunity to really explore your WHOLE body."

"You didn't miss much yesterday, " I answered. 

"At least not anything I noticed" Sliding his hands down to caress my soft buns, Chintu whispered back, "I didn't get a chance to do this fine ass of yours!" 

I was a little shocked. It wasn't the first time a guy had wanted to fuck my shapely behind, but I had never done so many times either, and I told Chintu that. 

It was his turn to be shocked. 

"You mean Prakash has such a sexy goddess, and he's never even taken your perfect ass?"

"He's never really tried, " I replied. "But I'm sure I would have let him if he had." Chintu offered to initiate me, but I suggested that we should stick to other activities. 

"Unless you're not interested in the rest of me."

Chintu showed how wrong I was. He led me to the boat that was moored next to us, and helped me into the rocking vessel. I sat back on the rear seat, spreading my smooth thighs invitingly. 

Chintu moved to me, and stood between my spread legs, his cock making a tent of his shorts. 

He stood, hands on hips, looking down at me with his deep sexy brown eyes. I knew his unspoken desire, and I moved to perform. 

I pulled down his shorts slowly. When the head of his erect cock poked from the waist, I curled my lips around the bulging head and swabbed at the tip with my wet tongue. 

Chintu's moans increased, as I pulled the shorts to his ankles, and drew the length of his meat into my throat. It only took me about four strokes to fit his whole root down my slender throat. "You look so sexy with a mouthful of cock" Chintu moaned. "You are the most talented cock sucker I've ever met." 

I am proud of my cock sucking ability, and recalling the intense oral loving I had received yesterday, I did my best to give Chintu the same pleasure. 

With several inches of his hard bone in my throat, I contracted my throat muscles, as though trying to swallow the huge mouthful I was eating. While the fingers of one hand caressed his balls, my other hand worked between his taunt buns, rubbing the sensitive hole. 

I slid the finger between his legs, and into my wet, sucking mouth.

When it was soaked, I carefully pressed the long fingernail between the cheeks of Chintu's butt, and into his winking hole. He tensed, and his balls jumped, as my finger penetrated the tight opening. 

My mouth continued to work his big meat, and I kept up a soft milking of his swollen nuts and as my finger reached the full length in his butt, Chintu started to buck. I quickly pulled back my mouth, and wrapped two fingers tightly around the base of his cock to hold off his explosion. 

Chintu's cock throbbed under the pressure, but in a minute, he was calmed down. 

I turned him around, as I extracted my finger from his tight butt. 

I pressed my face between his buns, licking and sucking at his sensitive sphincter. "Oh Shanti, your are so nasty, I love having my ass done baby, keep it up!" Chintu was practically whimpering from the sensations. 

Prakash loves me to do his ass, and I feel like such a slut when I do this and Chintu's ass was clean, and tasted good as I probed the puckered hole with my tongue. I eased my finger back into his hole, watching the tight flesh swallow it up. 

Turning him around, I took his hard knob back into my ready, willing mouth. I worked my finger, fucking his ass as I fucked his cock with my face. I slurped noisily as I pounded his meat into my hot throat. 

Chintu was now bucking and pumping back as I worked to make him spew. "Oh fuck, I'm going to blow" Chintu warned. Needing to taste his seed, I pulled back so only the large, sensitive head was between my sucking lips. 

I battered his cock head with my tongue, until his spew began to shoot. His load was larger than the previous day's, and I could not swallow it all. Sticky come dripped from my lips, as I sucked my lover dry. 

Chintu was trying to not to cry out loud, as any noise would carry in the quiet morning air. he just kept moaning "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" as I coaxed every drop of his sperm from his throbbing balls. 

Letting the spent cock slip from my mouth, I scooped up the load that was dripping from my chin. Looking Chintu in the eyes, I licked the last of his ejaculate from my fingers, and then the last few drops from the head of his drooping cock. Holding his flaccid tool by my cheek, I held his gaze and told Chintu, "I love to suck your cock baby. Your come is so sweet, I could drink a gallon!" 

Chintu's look held more than just lust as he watched my nasty antics.

"Shanti, " he said softly. "I could really fall for you in a big way. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met."

I was getting the same kind of feelings for him. 

It was not just the good sex, but something connected between us, an understanding on a plane beyond physical recognition. I knew that our relationship, if only sexual, would continue beyond this weekend. "I know how you feel, " I responded. "But for now, let us just enjoy the ecstasy of the moment at hand. I have a hot fire that needs your attention." 

Kneeling, at my feet, Chintu tenderly kissed me, our mouths open side. Our passion increased as Chintu began to caress my tender body. His mouth moved down my neck, tickling the sensitive flesh.

His fingers crept over my whole body as his hot mouth moved to my heaving breasts. My body shrieked in excitement as his mouth reached my nipple.

His hands caressed the smooth globes as his mouth worked over the stimulated tips. The action on my breasts stirred my already damp pussy. 

I writhed under Chintu's expert mouth as his lips left my tits, and kissed down my tight tummy, past my shorts, and down my long, tanned legs. 

His tongue found the backs of my knees, the soles of my feet, then back to my inner thighs. By the time he got back to remove my shorts, I was dripping in anticipation. I lifted my ass to allow Chintu to remove my skimpy shorts (I was not wearing panties). I was now completely naked and totally turned on.

Chintu took several seat cushions and arranged them on the deck. 

He helped me up from my seat and lay me down on the makeshift bed on my side. He then continued his loving of my body. His soft, hot tongue flitted over my neck and back as his fingertips traced faint currents of electricity all over my exposed flesh. All the while he was praising my sexy body and telling me how good he wanted me to feel. 

That was unnecessary, as I was feeling as good as any woman could, on the Contrary to the usual pump and run I got from most guys, Chintu was patiently making tender love to my body as well as my mind. By the time his lips touched my tender pussy, I was already creaming. 

As his tongue massaged my extended clit, his fingers caressed my hard nipples, and I reached my first climax of the day. Chintu's experienced mouth began sucking at my middle. His tongue would move from my clit, between the folds of my slit, between my legs and back to my sensitive asshole. One of his long fingers slipped inside me, stimulating my G- Spot. 

Occasionally, his thick tongue would squirm through the tight ring of my puckered back door, sending shivers of delight up my spine. 

When I began to moan and buck, indicating my approaching orgasm, Chintu latched onto my clit, and hammered it with his tongue. 

This let loose a mind blowing orgasm that seemed to rush from my brain to my toes. My whole body shook as the wave washed over me. 

I was panting and crying, as I breathlessly gripped his head and ground my crotch into Chintu's face. He redoubled his efforts as I gushed come from my quim into his sucking mouth. I nearly blacked out from the intensity. 

Chintu backed off, and allowed me to calm down. When my orgasm had subsided, 

I gradually became aware of a new sensation in my crotch. When my wits returned, I realized that I had fingers probing my insides through both my pussy and ass. 

The fingers were rubbing together inside my body, as they smoothly stroked in and out of my holes. Several guys had tried to do my ass over the years, but I had never let anyone get as far as Chintu was now. 

There was no discomfort, in fact, I was getting a thrill from this unique sexual deviation. Chintu moved his tongue to the puckered opening, providing extra lubrication. 

I was now moaning under his efforts, as the fingers in both openings stroked and rubbed. 

Chintu pulled his finger from my ass, but quickly I felt the pressure again as he slid two slick fingers up my back door. "Oh Chintu, that feels really good" I moaned as the two digits loosened my anal pore.

"Your ass is so fine Shanti, I'd love to show you how good it can feel, " was Chintu's answer. 

I was overwhelmed with desire. Chintu had played my lithe body like a fine instrument, and I was now ready to perform.

"Do me Baby. Take my hot ass! I want it!" Tears were flowing from my eyes in desire.

Even in the cool morning air, I was sweating, and rivulets rolled down my body as Chintu continued to knife his fingers in my ass. Both my holes were suddenly empty. 

I felt Chintu behind me, as he fitted his body to mine. His rigid cock rubbed against my slippery pussy, then slid up to meet my anxious ass. 

My asshole resisted, as the head pushed at my tightest opening. Chintu kept even pressure until the puckered opening relinquished its battle and opened to allow the head of his cock to enter. 

I let out a yelp, as a sharp pain split from my ass to my head. 

My ass felt as though it was on fire. Chintu stopped pushing, and began kissing my neck and fondling my tits as he whispered to me. 

"Give it a minute the pain will change to pleasure in a minute!" 

I trusted Chintu, and lay still, allowing my back door to get used to the fullness. 

As promised, my ass began to loosen and the burn softened to a fine tingle.

"I think I'm ready, " I whispered between clenched teeth. "Take it slow, please." Chintu, the ever patient lover, started to work his big cock up my tight anal chute. 

Another push, and several inches of cock filled my hole. Every millimeter that entered, created a new burning, but it was not uncomfortable. .

Chintu pulled back slowly, and my ass walls clenched at the missing invader. Even more slowly, he pushed back in, this time getting another couple inches in me. 

My ass was stretching, and gripped the girth of Chintu's cock with its ribbed walls. 

The fit was so tight, that I could almost count each thick vein that pulsed the walls of Chintu's big cock. Even though my ass felt fuller than my pussy ever had, 

I was sure that I had taken less than half of the meat that was being offered to my near virgin hole which was speared first by Suhas - my mother's paramour. 

Chintu began to stroke the length of his meat back and forth slowly. As the burning sensation spread through me, I felt my pussy beginning to pulse in desire. 

I stroked two long fingers over my clit, and was quickly rewarded by the onslaught of climax. 

As our combined actions began to get me off, I gasped to Chintu, "That's it baby, fuck my tight ass. I'm gonna come while you fuck my a-a-a-s-ss!, " and I exploded. Juices flooded my hole and spilled onto Chintu's sawing cock, buried beneath my juicy hole. 

The added lubrication, and my bucking actions, soon had Chintu rapidly pounding my nether region. 

By now, each stroke felt like it was hitting me in the navel. 

I was being ass fucked...and loving it. I was really getting into it, when Chintu eased himself from my butt, with a loud pop. He positioned me on my knees, head down, and my round buns pointed high for his easy access. 

I felt his tongue snake the puckered opening, licking and probing. Leaving my ass nice and juicy, Chintu rose up and reintroduced his member to my butt. Once the big head had eased inside, he was able to easily stroke me deeply. 

I writhed and mewled as I rubbed my twat and bucked back at Chintu's thrusts. 

The feel of this big cock filling my ass was indescribable and an act that only an hour ago I would not have considered and was now filling me with bliss. I could hardly wait to feel hot come shooting up my rectum. 

"Oh Chintu, I love your cock up my ass!" I yelped between gasps. "Please shoot your hot come inside me. I want to feel your hot load up my tight ass!"

My words heated up Chintu. He started moaning at me, "Oh Shanti, you've got the hottest, tightest ass I've ever felt. I'm going to screw your hot butt until I dump my load!" His strokes got more insistent, and I was lost in the pleasure of the sensation...until.

I felt my head being raised from the cushions, and a hard cock being pressed to my lips. Instinctively, I opened and started sucking the stiff cock. It took me a few strokes to realize, that I was doing two cocks, but I didn't know whose. I opened my eyes, and looked up around the cock that was filling my mouth. 

I saw Karan smiling down at me as he fed me his thick seven incher and I was as horny as I have ever been, and had no qualms about munching the thick cock snack, while getting my ass plugged. 

I adjusted my position to accommodate both men, and soon I was being pulled between the two thrusting cocks. 

Just as Karan got to my throat, I felt Chintu slam deep and I heard him cry out. My ass was filled with the warm flow of Chintu's load. 

The first shot filled me, while the subsequent pulses, oozed more hot load into my bowels. 

The feeling was incredible. Chintu pumped weakly a few more times, before he pulled out and collapsed to the deck. Karan pulled his thick, slick member from my sucking throat, and moved behind me. "I've always dreamed of fucking a hot babe in the ass, " he announced. I had no desire to resist, as I felt the thick tool push into my dripping ass.

"Give it to me baby, " I growled. "Fuck my ass with your thick cock"

Again, Karan was better endowed than he was talented. His cock pushed and pulled without rhythm. His actions were frantic as opposed to Chintu's even, smooth stroking. Despite the technique, I was still getting waves of nasty pleasure as Karan's fist thick cock pummeled my tender ass. 

I closed my eyes and relished the new sensations, as Karan reached new depths in my bowels. 

Chintu's cream had left my ass slick, and Karan had no problems pounding away. Unfortunately, far too soon, Karan unloaded, giving my ass its second dose of hot spunk. I squeezed my buns, milking the last of the come from Karan, as he moaned his pleasure behind me.

When Karan pulled out, I rolled onto my back on the cushions. Standing on the dock, watching me closely, were Prakash, and Taj. Karan and Chintu were stretched out around me in the boat. The guys on the dock had obvious bulges in their shorts. What a slut I felt like! 

I had just fucked two guys with my ass, whle an audience enjoyed my slutty activity. My body was on an adrenalin high, coupled with a deep hunger for sex. I looked up at the two on the deck and smiled sweetly. Pulling my tank top up to reveal my full breasts, I invited them aboard. 




Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 08



"My ass is a little tender right now, but I've got a few other places that you guys could put those hard cocks to use in. Unless you'd rather watch than fuck!"

My comment was al that was necessary. Prakash and Taj leapt into the rocking boat, dropping their shorts, and offering hard cocks to me. I knelt in front of them, and took turns licking and sucking their turgid shafts. I was a hot bitch in cock heaven. 

As I filled my mouth with man meat, I heard the sound of a boat motor nearby. The speed of the motor slowed down, and heard the catcalls of the early morning fishermen, who were enjoying my slutty display. I pulled the cock from my mouth, exclaiming, "Maybe we had better take this adventure back to the cabin. I don't want the whole lake to see me like this!"

I stood and started out of the boat on weak knees. Prakash helped me to the dock, and Taj offered me my clothes that were lying around. "I don't guess I'll need those for a while" I responded, and turned to walk to the cabin. 

I was wearing only sandal and a smile as I strutted up the path.

I shook my firm buns as the guys followed, making lewd comments. 

When I reached the cabin, I dove onto one of the beds, and lay on my back. When the guys entered, I had two fingers stuffed up each of my dripping holes, and announced, "Three holes and great tits, NO WAITING!"

All four guys dropped their clothes and quickly joined me on the bed. I was surrounded by naked muscles and hard cocks. Taj immediately filled my mouth with his stiff tube steak, while someone (I think Prakash) filled my needy pussy. 

I came immediately as the cock penetrated my cunt, and I groaned around the mouthful of dick I was savoring. Two mouths latched onto my tits, increasing the sexual sensations I was enjoying. Someone made a comment, and bodies were moving around me. 

I was hypnotized by all the cock I had available, I was acting purely on instinct, and all that mattered to me was cock. 

I wanted to fuck and suck and jack and come and come. Prakash lay back on the bed, pulling me, Cowgirl dominant, over him. 

I lowered myself onto his extended pole and relished the feeling of being filled. 

When I hit bottom, Prakash gripped my buns and held me tight to his chest. 

A hard cock pressed at my lips as I felt an intense pressure at me ass. I had only a second to realize that I was about to be the filling for a cock sandwich, before my body was racked with pain and pleasure. 

I actually blacked out for a moment, lost in sensation. 

When I regained my senses, three cocks were sawing into my lithe body. Prakash's girth filled my hot twat while two others probed the depths of my throat and ass. I was a fuck toy for three strong men, and I was helpless to do anything but enjoy.

The rest of the morning continued in a blur for me. I was constantly filled with dick. 

My ass was fucked raw, everyone taking at least one turn there. My tits were caressed around tubes of man meat, as I licked the protruding heads. 

I sucked soft cocks back to hardness, and swallowed any loads that were offered to my lips. I was double teamed most of the time, and had at least one other triple team. 

The details are all pretty hazy, as I was too busy getting gang banged to keep track of who did what. 

All I know is that by noon, I was covered with sweat and jizz, and completely exhausted. Prakash and Taj carried me to the shower and cleaned my nasty body tenderly. 

They kept telling me how sexy I was and how beautiful I looked as I had orgasm after orgasm. 

When I was cleaned up, I ordered the guys to go out fishing, as I needed rest, and I wouldn't get any with these horny beasts hanging around. I napped for a couple of hours. When I awoke, it was a perfect day outside. I slid into a "barely there" black camisole, grabbed a cooler and towel, and headed for the dock. The sun was shining bright, glistening off the crystal water of the mountain lake. 

I spread out my stuff on the shore next to the dock, then walked to the end, and dove into the crisp mountain water. I floated for a while, enjoying the serenity, and thinking about my activities of the weekend. I had always been kind of "easy", but I was no slut-at least I hadn't thought so before. Even though I had already been fucked for hours, the thought of all those hard cocks was getting me horny again. I had gotten three strange cocks in two days, a new record for me, my previous being two in a week. 

I had been introduced to ass fucking, and I knew it would become part of my regular repertoire. Tingling all over, I swam back to shore, and lay back to bask in the sun. I coated my trim body with tanning oil, turning myself on as I caressed my own flesh. 

I lay face down, pulling the string bottom between my luscious cheeks, and undoing the straps of the tiny top to avoid lines. As the warm sun penetrated me, I fantasized about what new activities I could try out before we had to return from the mountain get away. 

I heard a boat motor coming close, then throttling back as it approached the dock. 

I began to tingle in anticipation as it seemed that my studs had returned. 

I heard steps approach, then a strange voice spoke, "Excuse me ma'am?"

Startled by the voice, I jerked up quickly, my top remaining on the towel. Standing above me was a tall muscular, bare chested dark tribal interior village man. 

His eyes were bugging out as he stared at my brazenly displayed tits. Realizing what he was looking at I grabbed my top and ungracefully tried to cover myself with the wisp of material. 

When my nipples were covered, I looked expectantly up at the stranger and asked "Well?" The young man was obviously embarrassed, and I gave him a bright smile to let him know I was OK.

"Well, ma'am, " the man stammered, looking around cautiously. "My brother and I kind of...well...We saw you in the boat this morning...and...well" He was at a loss for words, but I knew what was on his mind. I smiled brighter, as I took in the sight of the young buck. 

He was around 22 years and very tall and lanky, well over six feet. He was bare chested, and wore greasy, torn Levi cut-offs. His skin was very dark, the color of dark chocolate. His dark eyes and shy, nice grin lit up his handsome face that showed the stubble of a beard. Looking down his firm chest and washboard abs, my eyes finally settled on his bulging crotch. 

His shorts were straining against the pressure of a huge cock bulge. I could actually see the outline of his heavy mushroom head through the worn denim. He noticed my stare, and it seemed to embolden him to continue.

"Well, we was out in a cove, and we ran across your friends, and they asked us if we liked the show this morning, and we said we did, and they said that you would probably enjoy it if we visited you and ...well, we just stopped by to see if maybe...well?" 

As he rambled on, I could see his cock getting stiffer. 

I glanced at the boat, and saw a slightly younger around 19 years, carbon copy of the hunk that was in front of me. I hesitated for a minute. Prakash had obviously sent them over, and I had gotten myself all hot and horny again. My decision took about two seconds, and I stood, dropping my top, and moved close to the big man. Running my nails over his well developed specs, I commented, "Ever had your big cock sucked by a hot Chennai Iyer sluttish nymph?"

"N...No ma'am" the guy murmured, gazing lustily at my firm tits. I ran a hand down his tight tummy, eventually reaching the prominence in his pants. I let out a gasp, as I realized how large this thing really was.

"Is your brother going to stay in the boat all day, " I asked as I planted little kisses on his muscular chest. "Or does he want some hot white meat too?" The boy motioned his brother over, as I started rubbing my hard nipples against the tall man's stomach. 

The tall man began to touch me, starting hesitantly then taking full liberties of my whole body. My nipples were stiff and my pussy was moistening as I readied myself for another new adventure. Pulling myself from the groping hands, I turned and started up the path to the cabin. "I think we should move someplace more private, " I told the guys. 

They followed quickly behind, not speaking.

Halfway up the path, I moved over into a clearing behind a small stand of hardwoods. 

The younger man of 19 years had grabbed my towel, and I motioned him to lay it out. He started to introduce himself to me, but I cut him off before he could get his name out. I stepped close and rubbed my tits on his chest as I gave him a deep soul kiss.  

Breaking the kiss, I looked at them both and explained, "Your names aren't important to me. My name is slut! but if you want, you can call me bitch, cunt or whore." Both guys jaws dropped, as I assumed my favorite position-on my knees at a guys crotch.

I reached out to stroke the matching bulges, and realized that I was in for a real treat. "Why don't you two get those monster cocks out here where I can do then some good?" I brazenly requested.

No sooner spoken than done. 

I was soon faced with the biggest, meatiest cocks I had ever seen. I had heard the tales of how well endowed tribal men where, but this was my first experience with them! The older guy's cock was not yet fully hard, yet it hung half way to his knees. 

Partially limp, it was easily ten inches long. The color was slightly lighter than the rest of his skin, like dark clay. The massive head looked like a large ripe plum, while the shaft appeared to be about seven inches around. The younger man's dick was a very dark, hard spike, jutting from his wiry pubes almost a foot from his lean body. 

It was so hard, that it looked like it would explode if one more drop of blood flowed through it. My long fingers seemed small as hey curled around the young boy erection. 

It amazed me that something so hard could be so soft. His cock skin felt like velvet, covering a piece of steel rebar. I stroked the long hard shaft with one hand, as I hefted the tall man's meat to my hungry mouth. I covered the big plum head with licks and kisses, leaving spit trails all over. 

As his shaft stiffened, I engulfed the massive head, sucking it with my cheeks as my tongue danced all over it. 

The young man kept repeating "I don't believe it...I don't believe it" as I stroked him and sucked off his brother. As I struggled to take more of the now rigid tool into my throat, the cock in my hand began to jerk and pulse. Before I could release the current cock from my lips, a hot jet of sperm splashed on my cheek. 

As I moved my mouth to capture his load, the young man's second shot caught me square in the face. With come dripping from my nose, I captured the spurting member, and sucked the hot seed from the pulsing dick. 

The young man had a lot of stored up spunk, because, trying as hard as I could, I could only get about half of his load down my throat. The rest spilled from my full, pouty lips as I milked the young buck dry. His load was very salty, but creamy and pleasing all the same. 

Even after his come quit, the young cock stayed stiff. I used the thick, black tool to clean the come from my face, then sluttish licked it clean. When he was done, I returned to my other visitor. Breathing deeply through my nose, 

I took the hard, black member into my throat. 

When I had swallowed all I could possibly force down, I opened my eyes, and saw that I was several inches shy of taking the whole thing. 

I had never encountered a cock that I couldn't swallow, but I was sure that I had finally met my match. The thick cock felt like an arm in my slender but practiced throat. 

I slurped sloppily up and down the hard cock, tickling his balls, and giving all the tongue action I could muster. The young man knelt beside me, and began fondling my full, excited breasts. 

His young mouth worked on my hard nipples as I worked on his brother's cock. I could hear the tall man's excited moans over the sloppy sucking sounds coming from me. The young man began feeling up my buns and pussy, while working feverishly at my full tits. 

I slid two fingers under my brief suit, and stroked my erect clit, adding to my own stimulation. As I worked a finger into my damp slit, the big man began to throb in my throat and he gripped my head tightly. His huge cock, already snug in my tight throat, seemed to grow thicker as he pulsed, then erupted in my willing mouth. 

I did not have to swallow, as the hot come filled my belly, being forced directly down my throat. The tall man collapsed to his knees, but I kept working the pulsing tool. I swirled the last vestiges of his load around my mouth and his cock head, still lusting for more.

When I could get no more load from the big man, I again focused my attention to his brother. 

I pushed the young man on his back, and stood over his face, as I slid the tiny camisole down my long shapely legs, and kicked them aside. 

He was now staring directly up at my nearly bare, blond muff. 

He was no more than nineteen, good looking, and very well built. 

I squatted down, offering my puffy lips to his mouth. His long pink tongue snaked out and began lapping at my honey lips. He took to pussy eating quite well, and quickly brought me to a shuddering climax. 

The older guy moved to my tits, and I was overwhelmed by lust again. I slid off the young boy's face, and positioned my wet cunt over his towering black pole. "Go easy with that monster, " I warned the man, as I lowered my pussy onto his big black dick. 

I watched, mesmerized by the contrast between his dark hard mast and my pale dusky pussy. 

I squealed as the big head split my lips, entering my damp passage. 

I felt like such a slut! I was trying to ride a foot of hot black fuck stick belonging to a complete stranger. 

I bounced up and down and gradually allowing more of the pleasure pole to fill my already tender pussy.

When it felt like I could get no more inside, I looked down again, and saw that I had barely taken half of my prize. Gritting my teeth, I pushed deeper, and felt my cervix yield to the big invader. Another two pushes, and my pussy lips nestled onto the guy's pubic hairs. 

I had never been so full! I rocked back and forth, keeping myself impaled on the full meat, as my body adjusted to the new sensation. My pussy was creaming continuously as I began to hump the huge black cock.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out in bliss. "Fuck me with your big, nasty black dick. Fuck your Iyer slut dirty whore...I want your come deep inside my hot brown cunt" The black boy beneath me began to buck in counterpoint to my riding of his shaft. 

As I raised up, he pulled back, until only the head was lodged in my hole. When I lowered back down, he thrust back, stimulating me with the full foot of his dick on each and every stroke. 

The thickness kept constant pressure on my clit, and I was coming like a madwoman as I rode the 19 years aged cock. His brother, meanwhile, became more active and vocal. 

He was getting into my smutty show, and he leaned me back over his brother, then positioned his still slick member between my heaving tits. Roughly tweaking my extended nipples, he fucked my tits with vigor.

"I've always wanted to fuck a hot, Tamil brahmin bitch between the tits" he gasped as he pumped. 

I leaned my face forward to lick his head as it poked out from my hot tits. "Yeah baby, " he coaxed. "Get that pole good and wet, because I'm going to fuck your sweet dusky Tamil pure brahmin ass with my big black cock."

As hot as I was, I knew there was no way I was going to get that huge thing in my tiny ass. As I was about to protest, the young man plunged full depth in me, and his brother stuffed his meat deep in my mouth. 

I started to struggle, but was weak from all my activity. 

The older guy fucked my mouth, soaking his ebony shaft with my saliva. When he was ready, he pulled out, and moved behind me. 

I pleaded with him that he was too big, and I couldn't take him anally, but the guys were in charge now. Little bro pulled me to his chest, mashing my big tits between us, and raising my ass up for his sibling's ready access. 

I kept muttering "No, No" as I felt the big cock head press to my backside.

"Get ready to become the cream filling for an Oreo sandwich, " I heard grunted behind me. In the next second, I was blinded by agony as my asshole was split by the massive black head. Tears flowed from me, and I whimpered helplessly as more and more black cock was forced into my tight ass. 

I had enjoyed my earlier bouts of DP, but either of these cocks was equal to two of the others I had taken on. 

I was fucked mercilessly, as my pussy took on a foot of meat, while close to that was filling my ass. Surprisingly, after a short time, my ass seemed to open more, allowing the massive tool to cleave me easier. 

As the ass fucker increased his pace, the pain subsided, and my body began to throb with pleasure. 

As I was wracked with climax, I began to beg for more.

"Oh yes, fuck me you big black pricks. Fill your slut with cock. Use me, fuck my ass...Ahhhhh!" and then I came. 

I am no stranger to orgasmic delights, but the combination of the pressure, fullness, and mental stimulation was unimaginable. I didn't stop coming until both guys had filled my holes with hot spunk. 

Even after they had finished, and dumped me on my back in the leaves and pine straw, I continued to come. I lay in the dirt, sticky spunk dripping from both my holes, and fingered myself while the two tribal black Tamil men watched.

"What a total slut, " the older man exclaimed. "She still wants more!" he offered me his soiled dick, sticky with sperm, and covered with muck from my bowels. Being the slut that I was, 

I slurped and licked the dark cock clean. His cock rose to the occasion, and I slobbered all over the ebony log, as it fucked my face. 

The young guy still had not lost his erection, and he rolled me overtaking his turn at my now sloppy ass. He fucked me with full, long strokes, as I fingered my clit, and urged him on. He lasted a long time before finally dumping his third load inside me. 

He had gone around-the-world, coming in my mouth, pussy and ass. I swallowed another load from the older guy, leaving all three of us spent.

Leaving me lying on the ground, filthy, sweaty and covered in sperm, the two guys pulled on their shorts and left without a word as I crawled to the towel, and curled up to nap. 

I was awakened by the return of my friends, who found me in the messy condition that the black men had left me. 

I was carried back to the cabin, and after being cleaned off, resumed my role as a slut hole. The four guys took turns doing me one last time, each in his favorite hole. 

I got two more loads in my stretched ass, one up my pussy, and a last load dumped down my throat. 

I don't remember the packing, or the drive back to the city. 

I woke on Monday morning, wondering if it had all been a very horny dream. The tenderness of all my sex organs indicated that I had really done all that I remembered (and probably a few things I didn't).

I spent most of the day lazing around my apartment, until I got a call from Chintu. 

He told me how great a time he had over the weekend, and he hoped to see me again soon. 

I invited him over the following night, and I took him around the world in my hot body.

Prakash and I still see each other, but something changed in our relationship that weekend. Chintu and I have become closer, and he often tells me how he would like to see me in action with a group of guys again. I am looking forward to it, and I can't wait until he sets me up. 

I have discovered a penchant for dark tribal meat as well. 

At least once a week now, some lucky ebony stud unexpectedly gets a chance to do anything he wants to a lithe, sexy Tamil Iyer coed. Contrary to popular belief, not all tribal village men are as well-endowed as the first two I encountered, but I have not been disappointed yet.



Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 09



Ever since Ratan first introduced Shanti to Karan, the young woman had taken quite a liking to him. Of course, Shanti liked EVERY man. But in the case of Karan, she felt an extra something for him. Perhaps the main reason was, Shanti thought Karan was VERY good in bed. Any man who had that quality... the Tamil Beauty simply found irresistible.

It should go without saying that Karan also had taken a considerable liking to Shanti. But then again, what man didn't? Shanti had the face of a covergirl and the body of a centerfold, along with the sex drive of a porn slut. What man WOULDN'T like her? Shanti was a living fuck-doll.

Likewise, it should come as no surprise that when Shanti invited Karan over to her apartment for an evening of sex, the 25-year-old man did not refuse. During the course of an earlier gang-bang, Karan commented to Shanti that he would like to have a one-on-one sexual encounter with her. Never one to disappoint, the slut had decided to grant his request. Of course, Karan was looking forward to this particular evening. He had watched Shanti satisfy seven men before, one of them being himself, all AT THE SAME TIME. Karan wondered how much pleasure the Tamil could provide, if paired up with a single man. That way, she could concentrate all of her sexual efforts and energy on just one person. Karan figured that the satisfaction would be unparalleled.

As he soon found out, his assumption was correct.

Karan got an idea of what type of night it would be when Shanti gave him a telephone call at his office that afternoon. "Make sure you have already eaten dinner before coming over here tonight," she told him. "Because when you get here, we won't have any time for food. All I want to do tonight is FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!..."

After that telephone call, Karan had a non-stop erection for the remainder of his work-day.      

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, Karan jumped into his car and raced over to Shanti's apartment. He could not wait to get the festivities started! After parking his car in the visitor's lot, Karan actually RAN to the front door of Shanti's apartment. He knew that tonight, Shanti would provide him with the fuck(s) of a lifetime...

Before he could knock on the front door of her apartment, it started to open. Karan's eyes grew wide with pure lust as he took in the lovely sight standing just before him. At the door was Shanti, wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie and a seductive smile. Her large, bountiful breasts were barely concealed by a lacey, black strapless bra. The bra was made of a see-through material, so her plump nipples were clearly visible underneath it. She also wore a very similar G-string. Black and made of see-through lace, it left very little to the imagination. The gorgeous Tamil topped off her lingerie outfit with a pair of black beaded Mangalasutra to add pleasure to the sex, they were different beads and Karan close look told him they were Anal beads which were to be used for anal penetration.

. "I've been waiting for you and these beads – you are the first one who will use them on my ass" the slut purred, her brown eyes flashing with lust as she continued to smile at Karan.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd show up..."

"Oh..." Karan moaned, shaking his head. "I wouldn't miss this night for ANYTHING..."

"Hmmmm," Shanti grinned, her eyes shifting down toward his crotch. 

There was a HUGE lump in his slacks. "I can see that." She tilted her head in a sexy manner and offered another seductive smile. "COME on in..."

After the young woman stepped aside, Karan went into the apartment and closed the front door behind him. The next thing he knew, Shanti had her body curled up to his in a hot embrace. After finding his bulging cock with her right hand, Shanti pressed her lips hard against Karan's and offered him an intoxicating kiss, her left arm around his back. It took Karan a second or two to adjust to this sudden onslaught. But when he did, his arms were encircling Shanti's hot body. 

He embraced her tightly, smashing her large, firm breasts hard against his strong chest. As the two swapped tongues in a series of heated kisses, Shanti's right hand was already pumping and frigging away at Karan's enlarged cock, through his slacks. 

In response, he moaned against their shared kiss. For such a petite woman, he thought, Shanti had a strong grip! She kept squeezing and frigging away at his prick, with her right hand. Karan moved his own hands downward, so he could grab and latch onto Shanti's ass. He gripped and cupped it with both hands, while pulling her pelvis harder against his. Her right hand trapped between their pressed bodies, Shanti could feel Karan's cock bulging against her abdomen as she kept squeezing and pumping away at it.

"Thank you for being alive," Karan gasped at Shanti, after breaking their mutual kiss. "I don't know what me or the other guys would do if we didn't have a fuck-doll like you."

Shanti giggled and returned, "You'd probably sit in your room and whack-off all day long, WISHING there was someone in your life like ME!"

"You're such a nasty slut..." Karan moaned at her, before finding her lips again with his own, and kissing them. "And that's why I love you..." he added, moaning.

Shanti's right hand continued to grind away upon Karan's cock, as both of his hands kept up the squeeze-assault upon her magnificent ass. About 10 seconds into their latest kiss, Karan managed to wiggle Shanti's sexy 'chastity' nylon covering on her pussy down. It clung at her mid-thighs until she shoved it down and off, with her left hand.

Now, Karan took his index finger and pressed it between Shanti's ass cheeks. He then slid it downward, until finding her puckered anus. The Tamil moaned and writhed about in lust as Karan pressed his finger HARD against her anus. Always one to return such favors, Shanti quickly undid Karan's slacks and pushed them down. With her right hand, she then reached into his boxer shorts and found his cock. Now instead of squeezing it through his clothing, she could grip and pump away with any artificial barriers in the way.

"OHHHH my ass...the beads – use them Karan, pucker my ass with the nice slimy sweaty grime of those beads" Shanti whined after breaking the kiss.

She looked down behind her, watching Karan's finger as it grinded hard against her anus. It felt so damn GOOD! Karan used his other hand to reach up and grab a nice handful of Shanti's right breast, through her see-through bra. He cupped and cradled the large mound, caressing its thick under side with his thumb. Shanti's expression brightened once she caught Karan's eyes with her own. "I want to give you a blowjob," were her soft words. She grinned and added, "Would you like one?" 

"HELL, YEAH!" Karan roared, smiling from ear-to-ear. 

"Over here," Shanti chirped, taking ahold of his right hand and leading him over to the large sofa.

Still smiling, Karan flopped down onto the sofa and took a seat. Just as quickly, Shanti sank to her knees and then got rid of both his slacks and boxers. While giggling, a toothy grin came to Shanti's lovely face as she caught sight of Karan's fully-erect shaft.

"OH YEAH..." the 25-year-old man groaned, as Shanti took hold of his cock with her right hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Beautiful..." the Tamil murmured, her eyes fixated upon Karan's pulsating shaft. "So beautiful..."

"You're the one that's beautiful!" Karan exclaimed.

In response, Shanti flashed her man a smile before tickling his balls with her left hand. Still stroking his cock with her right, the young woman licked its tip with her tongue. Then, Shanti's red lips parted, and she S-L-O-W-L-Y took his erection into her greedy little mouth.

Karan threw his head back and moaned in sheer ecstasy. Like the great majority of Shanti's boyfriends, Karan thought that NO ONE could suck cock as good as this slut. In fact, according to Karan, NO ONE even came close in comparison!

Shanti took the full length of his cock into her mouth, but then quickly withdrew it. She proceeded to grasp its base with her right hand and then lick it with her tongue... as if it were an lolly-pop. 

The Tamil used her own sweet time, deliberately working her tongue all around Karan's erection. She made sure to lick and tongue its every exposed area... In response, Karan could do nothing but moan and shudder and delight, as he received oral pleasure from an expert on the subject - at least, in his mind (well, Shanti's too).

Karan started to writhe around on the sofa as Shanti began tickling his delicate testicles with fingers from her left hand again. Still grasping the base of his cock with her right hand, the nymphomaniac let out a hungry growl as she suddenly engulfed Karan's entire length into her mouth again. This time, she did not take it out right away. In fact, Shanti's lips closed tightly around his prick, and she started to suck on it, as if it were hard candy. 

The young woman sucked on his cock HARD, trying to swallow its entire length down her hungry throat. All the while, Karan groaned and sighed in a pleasurable sort of pain. Finally, Shanti let up on the hard sucking. Wanting to go a slightly different route, she grasped the base of his cock with both of her hands. 

Then, Shanti's head started to bob up-and-down, her lips creating pleasurable friction with Karan's cock, as it slid in-and-out of her mouth. Inside her mouth, Shanti's tongue worked like a buzz saw as it licked away upon Karan's bulging prick.

It would be an under-statement to say that Karan was in sexual heaven right now. What else could a man ask for? Here he was, with a beautiful woman on her knees in front of him, servicing his cock with her mouth. Is there ANYTHING in the universe better than this?

Karan sure didn't think so.

As Karan watched Shanti's Tamil head continue to bob up-and-down over his erection, he knew what she was striving for. 

The slut wanted a cum-bath, and she wanted it in her mouth. 

Karan had NEVER met a woman who enjoyed guzzling sperm down her throat any more than Shanti did. He could have lasted a bit longer, but Karan wanted to surprise Shanti. He did. After letting his inner defenses down, Karan's cock suddenly erupted in Shanti's mouth. With the sudden jet-stream of sperm coating her mouth, Shanti choked for an instant. 

But she straightened up then started to swallow his gooey load down her hungry throat. Karan moaned in pure ecstasy as he watched a series of hard ripples appear on the Tamil's throat - a sign that she was guzzling his cum right down to her stomach.

Once the explosions finally settled down, Karan let out a gigantic moan before smiling. He then sat up and leaned over, his lips close to Shanti's face. "You are incredible, baby," he told her, pecking her forehead with a kiss.

"Thank you," Shanti giggled, withdrawing his cock from within her mouth. She looked up at him, with three gooey globs of cum dangling from her chin.

"You should get a picture taken like that," Karan laughed, referring to her sperm-coated chin. It would look good, Karan thought, in a wall frame.

"I know," Shanti giggled, wiping the cum from her chin. Then, she sucked her fingers until they were dry. "Hey," she added. "I'm not finished with you yet, mister..."

With those words, the young woman suddenly sprang up and landed on Karan's lap. She quickly undid his shirt and tie then got rid of both. At the same time, Karan unsnapped Shanti's lacey bra and disposed of it, as well. Now with the exception of the Tamil's high-heels (fuck-me pumps - as she called them), both individuals were completely nude. With Shanti in his lap, Karan started to stroke and squeezes her 36d-sized breasts. The slut moaned at his caresses then wrapped her arms around his neck and shuddered in pure delight. 

Karan then tweaked both of her nipples – pinching them with his thumbs and index fingers, while tugging away at the same time. Shanti slipped her right hand between her own thighs then sighed as she rubbed her pussy. "You're incredible," Karan grinned, watching her as she masturbated. "Is there anything you WON'T do?"

The Tamil giggled and replied, "I'll do just about anything when it comes to sex. I LOVE sex..."

"Nasty little slut," Karan chided, knowing that she enjoyed being degraded. 

"Shanti is a Slut =pure Slut."

For a response, the young woman did nothing but give him a playful expression, followed by a shrug of the shoulders. In an unspoken way, she was agreeing with him.

Why shouldn't she agree? Shanti knew it was the truth...

Karan moved one of his hands from a breast down to her ass. He pinched and squeezed the supple flesh there, while continuing to tweak and tug away at her other breast. At the same time, Shanti continued palming away, upon her pussy. "T & A show," Karan grinned, simultaneously squeezing both her breasts and ass. "You're nothing but a living, breathing, walking T & A show..."

"I know," she giggled.

It wasn't too long before the slut was in a sexual fever again. With three hands working on different intimate parts of her body - two belonging to Karan, the other to herself -Shanti was very aroused. In fact, she had the sudden urge to quit this touchy-feely stuff, and get down to business. "I want you to fuck me," she told Karan in a serious tone. "I want you to fuck me NOW!"

Karan did not need any more coaxing.

In a flash, he laid the slut down upon the floor then mounted her in the missionary position. His cock hard and fully-erect once again, Karan fisted it and prepared for entrance. He used his other arm to securely hook Shanti's legs over his shoulders. Then, it was time for him to sink his prick into the tight confines of Shanti's heavenly pussy. Not wasting any time, Karan quickly prodded his cock all the way into her - up to his balls, in fact. "FUCK ME!" Shanti demanded, screaming at him. "HARD!"

Her lewd, nasty outbursts triggered an inferno within Karan's body. He obliged the nymphomaniac, immediately starting to slam away at her petite body. In fact, his erection was piston in and out in-and-out of her at break neck speed. While screaming in a delirious delight, Shanti managed to wrap her arms around Karan's shoulders and squeeze tightly. Meanwhile, her face rocked from side-to-side in a continual motion. Shanti LOVED hard, physical sex like this. It was as if she and Karan were wild animals, fucking in the forest.

This was HER type of sex...

At the same time, Karan was growling and moaning in a frantic manner as well. Likewise, he LOVED physical sex, too. He could pound and thrust away at Shanti, and she would never ask him to stop. Shanti was a living fuck-doll, Karan thought, and she NEVER said 'no' or 'stop' to anything!

Her face still rocking from side-to-side, Shanti continued to scream and yelp in pure lust as Karan kept pounding her.

His hips were moving at maximum speed, his cock sliding in-and-out of her sweet pussy at the same time. The pair of lust-lovers continued to scream and roar, their sounds of passion echoing throughout the entire apartment.

"MY ASS!" Shanti suddenly roared. "Before you cum, I want you to fuck my ASS both with the beads and your massive prick!"

"Wet dreams do come true..." Karan growled, as he pulled his cock out of Shanti's pussy and then flipped her over onto her stomach, upon the floor. 

She immediately rose to her hands and knees, with her ass jutting upward - awaiting entrance. Still in a frantic state of mind, Karan somehow remembered to smear the slut's ass with a helping of anal lubricant. After tossing the tube of K-Y Jelly off to the side, Karan then fisted his cock and FORGED the mangalasturra laden beads one by one his way into Shanti's ass. 

"AAaaaaaah – hooooo –slowly Karan insert them one and one and then one and one – ohhhhhh yes – Karan ohhhhhh – I love them Karan slowly – Karan – take then out Karan – put your cock in my ass now" Shanti wailed.

Karan slowly removed the beads and licked each bead while it came out and finally cleaned the whole with a satiny tissue and the jelly liquid before inserting his massive prick into the tight puckered sexy heavenly asshole, Shanti and her hips wiggling in a lewd way, Shanti cried in pure lust as Karan buried his cock all the way inside her anus. With his balls stuffed against her ass, Karan grabbed her hips and then started a hard, fierce thrusting motion.

Needless to say, Shanti's tight, puckered anus gripped and squeezed Karan's shaft like an unforgiving vice. To him, the feeling was incredible. It felt so good, mere words could not do it justice.

Gripping and squeezing her hips with both hands, Karan growled as he continued thrusting his cock in-and-out of her vice-tight anus. There wasn't anything like giving a woman a serious ass-fucking, Karan told himself. Unfortunately, he did not have the stamina to last much longer. 

No one could blame him... not only was Karan fucking Shanti's little anus, but he had just finished doing the same exact thing to her sweet pussy!

Sensing his climax was at hand, Karan once again buried his cock to the balls inside the Tamil's ass. He then roared in wild, passionate ecstasy, as his shaft once again exploded - this time, deep within Shanti's bowels.

"YES!" she screamed, encouraging him. "YES! CUM IN MY ASS! MY ASS! AAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! CUM IN MY AAAAASS!"  

And that was just their first encounter of the evening.

As things turned out, Karan somehow found the strength to fuck Shanti four more times over the next couple of hours. In addition, he filled and flooded her mouth with his sperm two more times. At age 25, he had just enough power to do it. Since it was so late when they finally decided to call it a night, Shanti told Karan that he could sleep over, if he wanted to. 

Too tired to drive home, he soon curled up with the Tamil bombshell in her bed, and went to sleep. The next morning, Karan went into the restroom to take a much-needed shower. This should come as no great shock – a minute after he started it, Shanti slipped into the shower with him and immediately dropped to her knees.

Without a doubt, it turned out to be the greatest night of Karan's life. 

The greatest morning too, for that matter.