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Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 01

By: shanti2010



Sriram was hot with lust – and kept holding his prick through the pant pocket hoping it will not break, it was really agitated. He could not believe that he was so close to her, his woman of all dreams and the one whom he wanted to fuck badly but knew it was near to impossible and needed lot more than just determination and focus.

Shanti was a small time officer at the HDFC Branch in Bangalore. Her husband Sridhar and daughter Raji were the two other occupants in the flat on the 2nd Floor which was a terrace cum a 2 bedroom accommodation. The terrace was used extensively by all the occupants of the building who were 3 including the owner on the G Floor to hang clothes and other daily activities involving regular walk up the floor and one of them was obviously cigarette smoking. 

Rajesh Garodia was the owner of the building and was a medium size builder in that area; Sriram was his son and stayed with his in laws as an arrangement with the family prior to marriage. He had bargained hard and was paid handsomely – he was after all the most sought after architect in Bangalore and Rajesh obviously had little choice but to pay up to get him both at work and at home, married to his only daughter Shruti. 

Shruti was diminutive – 4'10" and pretty heavy everywhere and obviously there was little to choose in the woman when it came to carnal and consummate desires. In contrast – Shanti was really endowed – 5'6" slim and extremely beautiful. She possessed a sculpted figure, extremely lively face with a nice melting set of lips and sensuous nose with a well fitting nose ring. She always wore sarees and was a pious lady – always visiting temples and finding bliss, harmony in the company of Gods and Goddesses.

Sridhar – the husband was as tall – but pretty inward driven. The marriage was a well chased affair. He was head over heels in love with her all 5 years during their internship days with the Local Nationalized bank where they started their careers and all through their working together and even at different branches, Sridhar chased her all the time and most of the time got forlorn and some times got dejected as she rejected him continuously, reasons were too many – he belonged to a different caste and also her family was not modern, it was very conservative. 

Finally – he won the heart through his meticulous planning and consistent approach which was to get her hooked on his chivalry and able desire to help her during troubled times and always provide unsolicited support at all times including when she was despondent and troubled by the constant threats of transfer to rural places which he pulled off for her due to his influence in the Union.

Finally in 1990 – they got married and the initial couple of years were bliss for both but after the birth of Amulya – life became rather turbulent. Sridhar suddenly lost his libido and also interest in women. It was very unfortunate and for a long time – none could figure out the reasons, went to the doctors and all kind of soothsayers but net result was nil. 

This led to immense insecurity and poor self confidence and he developed an inferiority complex. Slowly love turned into compassion which finally became a major source of irritation and a day came when both started to sleep in different bed rooms and Shanti turned to the Gods once again and life became once again abnormal. 

Both the sides – the families suffered and it was just because of the Child that the marriage stood and continued. 

A few months later – withdrawal symptoms produced anger and dejection, further resulted in huge amount of mutual hatred and both got into bouts of disagreement resulting in no talks for months together. That is when Shanti started to foster friendship with some of the women in the Bank and developed good relations with a few of them most enriched with Manju who stayed a few miles away from their house – who stood by her at all times of need and emergency, which included getting locked out of the house or even times when Sridhar would go off to his parents place without intimation. The torture reached a stage where she started to lead an austere life minus onion, garlic and even ghee/oil. The cooking in the house became very uneven and this further aggravated the marital chord. 

Ten years passed by and they were together at Bangalore – in HDFC bank. And all these years – there was no Sex. Shanti led a life of a pious intern at a convent. She remained a very determined cold lady who multiple times had enough chances for a good cherished fuck but did not indulge to ensure that if there was any chance of retrieval at Sridhar's end – the same should not get scuttled. They took a house near to her Branch – and child was admitted into a school which would pick and drop the child. 

The house was owned by Shyam Lal. 

Shruti's marriage was a big affair, Sriram fell in love with her, yes not Shruti but Shanti. He was smitten by the beauty and just could not take his eyes off her all through the reception and after it ended – the first night ritual began and he fucked Shruti like a man possessed – of course in the dark room with absolutely no trace of light – fantasizing Shanti in the bed. Oh what a fuck. Shanti reminded him of the well endowed Jayaprada and it was enough of a cocky sensation.

From the very next day – he was after Shanti and unknown to all – he would daily go to the terrace just to get a perky peek of the beauty doing her regular rounds around the Tulsi plant while praying to the Gods daily with the wet towel around her head and tresses. He would stand and smoke – initially that is what it looked like and slowly the truth dawned on her. She was aghast and flustered. Who to tell and seek help? Sridhar was of no use. He would in fact use this as a reason to proceed with a divorce. 

She was really disturbed. 

Sriram kept stepping on the pedal day on day. 

He started visiting the bank – and would stand in front of her counter and ask for the token, cheque book and take this opportunity to hold her hand, feel her arm and all sorts of peep at the cleavage and sometime even lift a sweat drop off her arm to lick it in front of her. Shanti was shocked- she would tremble and stay quite struck with terror. Most of the time – he would stalk her home and back to work every day until on a day – Shanti contacted Manju and told her the whole story. Now – Manju was not new to the Bank – and was a Bangalorean for quite some time. 

She started picking her up daily from home and dropping her back – this gave some respite to Shanti. 

On a day in the year 2002, when Shanti just turned 28, Sriram did the inevitable. In the pretext of smoking – he went early in the morning to the terrace and knocked on the door without any fear, knowing fairly well that Sridhar and Amulya were out of the house. 

Shanti was sleeping – it was a Saturday when the bank was not working. She woke up sleepily – and opened the door to face the terror in front of her- she quickly closed the door but he kept the foot in between and started to yell loudly and his shrill note of despair could have made any one down the floors get alarmed. Shanti quickly opened the door and he entered and immediately grabbed her with both hands and started to squeeze her boobs through the blouse without any remorse. She slapped him across his face 5 times and literally pushed him to the wall and opened the door and ran downstairs – took an auto and went to Manju's house and stayed the whole day there. 

In the night – she reached back – only to find the door closed and locked from inside and Sridhar refused to open the door- she had to sleep at Manju's house and from then the misgivings and misunderstanding between the husband and wife only deepened. The child suffered. 

Sriram was worried that the husband will react and maybe there will be a complaint – fortunately it did not happen and also threw in a doubt – why did it not happen? 

Now let us get back to the beginning – where we had Sriram playing pocket billiards with his dick. That was the time of his life. There was a festival going on and the Garodia Family had invited lot of neighborhood women and all of them were decked up in the best of Kanjeevaram silk sarees. Shanti was there and looking devastating – with the while religious mark on her forehead and a vermillion bindi just below it – she looked extremely prude and pious but the eyes and the nose ring gave away the sensual side of the most sought after woman in the neighborhood. 

Sriram was standing at the door way and his eyes were fixed on her – and nothing else, to make sure nobody got suspicious – he was wearing goggles to ensure his eyes could do the job of ogling without a distraction. 

That night Sriram fucked Shruti without mercy and she had a tear in her pussy. She bled for the most of the night. He fantasized about Shanti all through the fuck. 

Shanti reached the Bank slightly late the next day and the Asst Manager – Mrs Janaki took off on the prude but sensuous belle. She was very jealous of Shanti and had been waiting for quite some time to get her into a mess and without her knowledge – Shanti was getting into a cage that day from which to come out – she was to pay a heavy price. 

The whole day she was made to sit in the Cashier slot and by the time the day got over – she was exhausted and after handing over the cash – she was preparing to leave when the Manager –Mr. Rajesh Kumar called her to his cabin to give her the bad news. The Cash was short by 40,000/- rupees. 

Shanti panicked – this was the last thing she wished in her life. She knew that it was impossible to fix this problem and there was no money stashed away which could be used to pay off the gap. Shanti started to cry and kept crying, Rajesh Kumar could only empathize and finally gave her two days over the weekend to get the recovery arranged and ensure on Monday – she returns the Money. 

The next morning was as usual – Sridhar left early with Amulya for her day long cycle training cum a visit to his parents' place and was to come back only in the night. Sriram noticed it and rushed upstairs. She was circling the Tulasi plant and praying hard and the door of the house was open. Sriram went inside and straight laid himself on the Sofa. His dick was straining on his pyjama and wanted to come out earnestly and this time – he did little to stop the erection. It continued to grow and he had a bright idea – he took it out of the shorts and left it inside the pyjama – but outside the shorts. It started to create a blotch on the payjama and was a tent pole with a leak on the top. 

Shanti came back to the house and dropped the pooja material on the floor – she was shocked seeing him in the state. Her 'pallu' slipped the blouse and her boobs were straining through the cloth. Sriram's eyes gleamed and he started stroking his dick through the pyjama and sneered at her – "40,000 rupees? I can help you? " 

Shanti's world took a full circle and came to a halt. The prude woman lost her senses and fainted. 

Sriram lifted her and took her into the bedroom and slowly brought her back into consciousness. She kept staring into his eyes – he looked deep into them and slowly took her left hand and placed it on his dick. She started weeping and tears started to flow down her face, blouse was in a haywire situation and the bra was getting visible slowly because of the sweat and the wetness all over. 

Sriram bent down slurped on her tears and slowly drank from her eyes and in front of them slowly peeled off the blouse and threw it on the floor. The black bra looked astonishing on the wheat colour skin and the contrast was exciting. He bent once again and buried his head between the boobs at the cleavage and suck on the sweat – kept sucking and sucking. Slowly he removed the saree and finally the petticoat came off. Shanti was not wearing any Panty. 

Sriram kept staring at the junction and for one last time looked up to see her face – Shanti stared at him – and kicked him on his face with her left leg and got up holding the Petticoat on her 'V" junction. "Get out", she shouted. 

"Think about it. I am going now. But remember- if anyone can save you from the mess of 40,000, it is me and me alone. Call me when you are ready. Remember – I want to fuck you and you also need it – I know you are a pious woman but with no purpose. How long can you keep your pent up sexual needs buried and for how long? Think and let me know. By the way – Sridhar and the kid come back by 9 pm. We still have 12 hours. I will come back in another 30 minutes. But that time – be prepared like a slut. Be prepared to enjoy this dick. I love your body and will give you the best pleasure of your life." 

Shanti just kept thinking and slowly returned to normal. As she was getting things into shape – the phone rang – it was the Manager. He was obviously asking the obvious Question. This further created another round of panic in her mind and she clearly saw herself slowly falling into the snare laid down by Sriram. She just had no choice. But yes – she could take help of Manju. She called her friend and kept calling. Today was a bad day – nobody picked up the phone. She kept trying and trying – no help was possible. 

She quickly got dressed and started to go to Manju's house. She was about to leave her place when she remembered the husband of Manju to be another lecher – and stopped to think it over. 

And she felt something around her – it was Sriram. 

He came near Shanti, took her hand and led her to the sofa and sat along with her. 

"I know your problem. I can help you. But you know what I want; are you ready? he said. " 

Shanti looked into his eyes, "Does Shyla know your real and true self? "

"I do not know – but can tell you that I know your true self – when was it the last time Sridhar's dick rose to salute your pavilion?" and his eyes were transfixed on her crotch. 

Sriram smiled and the wicked smile just kept increasing and looked victoriously towards Shanti. He got up and unclipped the fastens on the Shanti. She was slowly lifted from the sofa and brought to the bed and made to recline. Sriram touched her sensuous lips with his right hand and slowly ran the fingers down her face to the sexy bosom and slowly unbuttoned the blouse from behind and split the bra into two from the front with a snap of just one finger, the recess was just for ten seconds and the long awaited display of the boobs took place, he placed his fingers into her lips and slowly spread the wet finger around the nipple.

Shanti was exhausted and was not able to perceive clearly all going on but was slowly falling in the groove and just went along with the flow, slowly the saree got undraped and when she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at the most despised thing for her at this moment, Sriram completely naked and about to insert his prick into Shanti's asshole. 

She started to scream when Sriram lifted the Brinjal, which made her shut up immediately. He placed it between her boobs and smiled wickedly at her, "You will suck it before the day is over today my love. You will. Wait and see. "

Shanti was silent and her reaction was that of a shock with no escape. 

Slowly it dawned on her that this was and had happened in front of her. As she was thinking, Sriram turned towards her and took her face in hands and slowly started to smooch her on the cheeks and finally locked her lips with his and kissed her for long, Shanti was lost, the spectacle a few minutes back had aroused her considerably and this kiss was no tell tale but made to seal that arousal. Shanti in no time, held Sriram in her arms and pressed him to her bosom while he kept kissing her lip to lip and finally the tongues met and the story began, of another pious woman entering the world of debauchery and sin. 

Meanwhile Sriram had quickly dressed up and left the room only to return after a while, his hand felt Shanti's hand go to her pussy through the petticoat which was rumpled and lying on her waist. She could feel how her juices had soaked through her panties and into her pubic hair. Shanti's hand pressed hard against the soft, hot mound and Shanti groaned deep in her throat with the pleasure it gave her lust-filled body. She quickly released the pressure, however, and left Shanti wanting more and more.

"Please ... touch me more ... touch my ... my pussy, please," she begged breathlessly, still watching the man who was responsible for all this, Sriram.

"Take off your clothes, baby," Sriram whispered in her ear, dipping into it with her tongue. "Take them off," he ordered gently, "then I'll make you feel real good."

Shanti obeyed without hesitation, stripping her loosened blouse and torn bra, undraped saree, petticoat and underwear off as quickly as she could. She was completely naked in a few brief moments and reclined again on the couch, waiting for more of Sriram's tender caresses. Shanti did not respond immediately, though. 

Shanti felt both humiliated and excited at the same time as Sriram stared so openly at her cunt. She knew that now she would do anything Sriram told her to do. She wanted him to give her the gratification her lust-filled body so urgently needed. She somehow knew that Sriram had deliberately manipulated her into needing her so badly and into her embarrassing nakedness, but she didn't care now. 

She wanted her sex desires met and also Sriram. 

She needed him in her pussy.

Her skilled fingers, her hot tongue, her nipples, her toes, anything, everything!

She sighed as he finally reached out and stroked the warm mound of brown hair at the base of her belly. "Spread your legs, baby," he commanded softly. Shanti did so and was rewarded with the touch of a warm hand on the hot flesh of her spread lips.

Sriram withdrew her hand almost as soon as he had touched, though. Taking Shanti's hand, he placed it on her inflamed pussy. Shanti didn't realize for a moment what he was doing and gasped in surprise. "Play with yourself, honey," he ordered gently. "Let me watch you play with your pussy while you finish watching the man, I know you love him. Then I'll lick your pussy and rub cock between your legs and fuck you with the dildo and everything!"

Shanti couldn't refuse. She had begun to gently rub her swollen clit with her fingers even before he finished speaking. It felt so good, she thought! And somehow he was watching her made it even better. She sighed with satisfaction as his fingers caressed her burning flesh!

Sriram gazed at her passionately, removing his own clothing as she did so. She'll do anything now, Sriram thought excitedly. 

Just wait till I get her in the ass.

Sriram glanced at Shanti and say that she was half-undressed. Only her bra and panties remained to hide Shanti's exquisite body from her eyes. The sight served to give even more passion and fever to her manipulations of her pussy. She reached down with her other hand and held the swollen lips of her cunt widely apart, opening her pussy even more. She plunged three fingers into the ragged, brown hole, seeking to satisfy the burning desire in her loins. Shanti watched with delight as Shanti increased the intensity of her actions. She removed her bra, her eyes glued to Shanti's sexy, masturbating body as Shanti's eyes were glued to the man in front of her.

Shanti was too entranced to notice that Shanti had completely removed her clothes and was kneeling beside her.

"Oooohhhh ... Shanti... you're so beautiful!" she cried, licking and biting at Shanti's gorgeous tits as she came and came and came. 

Shanti's body went limp in her arms as Shanti squeezed her to her tits. Her orgasm had diminished and she was dazed and stunned by the intensity of her massive climax.

"Qoohhh ... ooohhhh ... aaahh, it's sooooo goood!"

Shanti couldn't resist Shanti's appealing actions and reached forward, grasping a firm tit in each hand and squeezing the rubbery flesh and lust-hardened nipples, adding to Shanti's


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ecstasy.

"OOOHHH ... SHANTI... OOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Shanti screamed.

Shanti's body relaxed and Shanti fell forward on top of her. Shanti felt the now-familiar feelings of hot, lesbian desire starting to build in her loins. Almost unconsciously, she raised her hand and reached out toward Shanti. Shanti took her hand gently and

eased her toward the bed.

Shanti pushed Shanti gently backward with one hand and casually slipped her other hand between Shanti's thighs. Her fingers parted Shanti's cunt-lips and gently began to stroke the soft, moist skin of her pussy.

"Uuuuummmm," Shanti moaned, "I'll make you feel good, baby. Just like during your marriage days." She continued to stroke and caress Shanti's pussy, feeling it growing hotter and wetter in response.

"Oh, Shanti ... oh ... yes, yes," Shanti sighed, unable to control the passion that Shanti's skillful fingers were stirring in her cunt. She could feel her juices beginning to flow and her clit begin to swell from Shanti's wonderful stroking. Her lust and desire were overcoming her, making her forget the shock and shame of having been taped while fucking with Shanti. She was once again giving into the beautifully wicked desires and yearnings of her body.

Shanti felt the flow of fuck-juices beginning to soak her fingers and watched Shanti with satisfaction as her body relaxed and her face flushed with a passionate glow. It had been even easier than she had imagined. She winked at Sriram as he finished adjusting the bed and once more began a secret planning of Shanti.

Sriram was amazed at Shanti's progress and immediately began to remove his clothes; he watched Shanti and Shanti as he observing Shanti's skillful manipulation of Shanti's body as she continued finger-fucking Shanti's pussy while working her mouth slowly down Shanti's neck to her tits.

Standing naked and semi-erect by the side of the bed, he felt his loins begin to burn with lust as Shanti buried her head between his thighs.

"Goddamn, you work fast!" he exclaimed softly as he climbed onto the bed. He could tell that Shanti was far enough gone by now that even if she had noticed him joining in she wouldn't care. She'll probably even want me to fuck her now..

Sriram was more interested in Shanti at the moment, however, and soon withdrew his wet fingers, noticing that Shanti immediately replaced them with her own. He moved up beside Shanti's wildly thrashing body and knelt beside her, his cock almost fully erect

and turning fiery red.

"Oh ... Sriram," she gasped in surprise at the appearance and touch of his huge cock that stood fully erect right before her face. She wrapped her fingers around his massive cock, marveling at the size of it and loving the heat and texture of the red, hot skin.

"It's so big ... even bigger than it looked a few hours ago" she murmured with growing lust. She stroked her hand smoothly up and down the long shaft, stopping at the top of his cock to wrap her fingers around the hard, swollen head.

Shanti ceased her actions between Shanti's thighs and scooted up beside Sriram, scooping up his big, dangling balls in her hand as Shanti held his cock with both hands.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Shanti asked Shanti in a hoarse, lust-filled voice. "Don't you want it inside your cunt, Shanti?"

Shanti seemed shocked at the suggestion. She was turned on with a new, hot cock-lust that she had never felt before, but she couldn't imagine fitting the huge prick into her tight pussy. It was even bigger than the biggest, the biggest thing she had ever had in her pussy or ass. But Sriram's cock was a full inch longer and much thicker around and the head of his cock seemed to swell and grow even larger as she held it in her hand.

"I don't think I can do it, Shanti," Shanti whimpered. "It's too big. I've never had anything that big in my pussy."

"Oh, it's great," Shanti cried, "just watch!" She scooted her ass up next, raising and spreading her thighs until her knees pressed against her tits and her pussy was gaping open wetly. "Shove it in, lover!" she commanded.

Without hesitation, Sriram turned to face her and leaned forward until the bulbous head of his cock was pressing against the open mouth of Shanti's pussy. He shoved in hard, burying his cock to the hilt in her blonde-haired fuck-hole. Shanti and Shanti both gasped simultaneously: 

Shanti from the sudden, deep penetration of her cunt and Shanti from the sight of the long, thick prick boring into Shanti's juicy cunt. Shanti watched hungrily as Sriram slowly withdrew his cock. It glistened with her love-juices and stretched out the

pink flesh of Shanti's pussy-lips. It almost looked to her like Shanti's pussy was sucking at his big rod.

Sriram shoved in again, even harder this time, and rapidly withdrew. He pounded in and out of Shanti's cunt-hole several more times, stirring her juices and making her cry out with sharp gasps. Withdrawing his cock slowly once more, he pulled it completely out of her pussy, making a wet sucking sound as the bighead popped free of her tight cunt-muscles.

He turned back to Shanti, holding his dripping pecker right in front of her sex-flushed face. It was even a darker shade of red now and it glistened with Shanti's fragrant pussy-juice.

"Taste it," he commanded, as he took the shaft in his hand and pulled the wet skin back hard, making the head bulge and strain as his piss-hole stretched widely open. "Lick the head of my cock!"

Shanti leaned her head forward and pressed her soft, open lips against the smooth, hot skin of his cock-head. She could taste the salty sweetness of her own cuntal juices mingled with the special flavor of the pre-cum that oozed slightly from open slit of Sriram's dick. She worked her tightly gripped hand up and down his smooth, thick rod as she covered more and more of the head with her mouth. She worked the entire bulb of his cock-head into her hungry mouth and moaned deep in her throat from the pleasure of the burning touch and the luscious taste.

She held the bulbous head in her mouth lovingly, savoring the exquisite sensation. She'd never gotten this kind of pleasure from a man's cock before. She continued to stroke the perfect shaft of his cock with one hand and gently cupped his large, hanging balls with the other one. 

She rolled them adoringly with her hand, then lightly fingered the two swollen orbs separately, feeling his cock-head pulse in response as she still held it captive in her hot mouth. The burning in her pussy was growing fiercer and she knew that she did want his monstrous cock shoved deep inside her cunt. 

She knew she could do it!

She slowly removed her mouth from his delicious prick, lingering just long enough to press her tongue once more into the tight piss-hole. "I'm ready for it now," she breathed lustily. "I want it inside my pussy ... please ... now, Sriram!"

Sriram needed no further urging. The tantalizing way she had held his cock-head in her hot mouth had made him ache for the sensation of what he knew would be a tight, throbbing cunt. He positioned himself between her spread legs and pushed her knees up to her tits, angling her spread pussy toward his angry, red cock. He rubbed the head of his prick up and down through the wet, burning valley of her crotch.

"Uuummmmmm," Shanti moaned as she felt his hot cock-head touch her sensitive pussy-flesh. "Put it in me ... shove your cock into me ... fuck me, Sriram... fuck me!" she begged passionately.

He placed the tip of his cock at the mouth of her dripping pussy and slowly screwed the big head into her cuntal opening. "Oh, God, you're tight, how many years since this juice circled a dick, twelve years? "he grunted as he felt the tight muscles at the opening of her fuck-hole grip his throbbing cock-head.

Shanti did scream as the huge cock stretched and filled her pussy. She screamed from the pure sexual pleasure the massive cock was creating. Her cuntal passage convulsed and quivered around his thick shaft, squeezing with muscles she had never even used before.

"AAAHHHHH ... IT'S SO BIG ... SOOO GOOD ... FUCK IT INTO ME!" she screamed, wrapping her strong legs around Sriram's waist and pulling him in deeper.

"Oooooohhh ... you're so goddamn tight," he grunted as her cunt-muscles squeezed and hugged his thrusting prick. He couldn't hold back. Shanti's tightening legs, Shanti's pressure on his ass, and the maddening sensation of Shanti's cunt biting and squeezing

his dick caused him to thrust forward as hard as he could. 

He felt his cock slam its full length into Shanti's quivering cunt. He saw her head jerk backwards and her mouth open wide in passion!

He began to fuck his cock in and out of her tight, vise-like hole with wild abandonment. She was letting out a sharp cry each time he slammed into her cunt. Her legs continued to pull him in harder and deeper with each thrust. He watched with passionate delight as Shanti grabbed both of Shanti's straining, gorgeous tits and squeezed and pulled the inflamed flesh. Shanti responded by reaching her hand between Shanti's spread thighs and shoving her fingers into the hot, dripping hole of her pussy.

The incredible tightness and heat of Shanti's pussy was bringing him rapidly to an orgasm that he could tell was going to flood her pussy with steaming, boiling jism. He knew he was going to come so much that his hot cum would overflow the lips of her

tight cunt.

"Aaaahhh ... uungghhh," he grunted passionately. "You're gonna make me come, baby! Oh, shit ... I'm gonna come in your hot cunt ... aaaaggghhhh!"

"Come in my mouth!" Shanti cried suddenly as she felt him approaching his orgasm. "Please, Sriram ... I want to drink your cum ... I want it, I need it ... please!" She pulled her legs back from around his waist and began trying frantically to push him out of her cunt before he came. She wanted his hot jism in her mouth.

Her whole body ached for it. Shanti gasped as she felt Shanti's pleading voice send shivers of lust through her cunt. She loved seeing Shanti so excited. She moved back away from the two lovers slightly as Sriram withdrew his incredibly red and swollen cock from Shanti's cunt with a loud slurping pop. She could tell by the way Sriram was grimacing and panting that he was trying hard to hold his cum inside his balls until he could reach Shanti's mouth. Shanti's fingers continued to probe and pull her cunt as Sriram straddled Shanti's quivering, sweating body. 

Sriram knelt over Shanti, his knees straddling her chest and his bursting cock pointed straight at her mouth. Shanti leaned forward and grasped Sriram's red-hot cock in her hand, aiming it at her mouth as she began stroking it vigorously.

"Uuuuuhhhhh ... give it to me ... give me all your cum!" Shanti cried wildly as she stared transfixed at the steaming prick Shanti was holding right in front of her mouth.

"Aaaahhhhh ... pull it, baby ... jack it ... aaaaahhhhhh ... OH SHIT, I'M COMING!" Sriram cried with pure pleasure as he felt his jism began to race through the length of his burning cock. He looked down at Shanti's face, her mouth open and tongue protruding,

cupping the head of his cock with her waiting tongue.

"Uunghhh!" he grunted as the first hot jet of cum spurted out of his piss-hole and almost filled Shanti's hungry mouth. Shanti squeezed his rod hard with each spasm of his hips, milking spurt after spurt of thick jism out of his balls and into Shanti's over flowing mouth.

Shanti released a moan of pure passion from deep in her throat as Sriram's boiling hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily as more and more of his luscious cream shot into her throat. She felt his hot, thick jism spilling over her lips and dripping down

her cheeks. She'd never felt anything as good as Sriram's delicious cum.

Shanti continued to milk and squeeze Sriram's convulsing cock until the last spasm had stopped. Sriram panted and groaned with the final thrills his gigantic orgasm sent through his loins. He continued to kneel over Shanti's cum-drenched face as Shanti gently rubbed the head of his still-erect prick over Shanti's lips and cheeks as Shanti lapped and licked at his sperm-smeared cock. He watched with satisfaction as Shanti sucked up every drop of his cum.

"Uuuuummmmm ... that was so goood," Shanti sighed. "I want more ... I want more of his cum!"

Sriram had conquered the pious slut – she was going to be easy going now.



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Sriram was a very happy man when he left the house – Shanti was lying on the bed dishelved completely naked and just a bedsheet covering her – in a semi satiated and sedated state and in a feeling of remorse and utmost satisfaction. 

The few hours after that were rather callous busy and hectic for both, Sriram battled all his nerves to return for a quick session, he wanted Shanti more and more, his obsession was on the rise and his cock was distended against his crotch in the trouser and was fighting it hard to keep it out of others to notice but Shruti the wife did observe and made a snide remark "It is not even 11am and you look horny - up to some tricks – watched some model or some porn, the dirty mind is always at work and I also have a feeling that someone close home is affecting the libido – your attack on me last night was rather unusual – arousal which was different in approach" 

Sriram got alerted and also worried –she was referring to Shanti, the bitch had noticed him eyeing the housewife and he knew the sixth sense of suspicious wives – and Shruti was extremely suspicious and obviously jealous of Shanti who was a vivacious and an extremely sexy woman and men and women alike wanted to share bed with her which Shruti had a fair idea, she had also come to know how the pious nature exhibition was a recent faceover the slut had put up and in real world the bitch had a past which was a torrid and extremely slutty in nature, her cousin Ramnarayan who knew Ratan had shared the high level details and the slut's nature at snaring men was known to Shruti more than –Sriram even had an inkling and Shruti was also aware of the cuckold husband whose dalliance with his wife at bed was 'zero' and was reputed to have played little or no role in ever bedding her and this was a bad news because the man had no shame in letting his wife bed others brazenly and shamelessly agreed to leave the house when her paramours would arrive – it was rumored that recently his own uncle Shivu came along with Sridhar's mother Sowramma and with both mother and son very much inside the house – early in the morning post their arrival – Shanti gave her holes all of them to Shivu through the afternoon and dirtily provided all scum and spunk to her lover uncle with glee – and we will have that story in another chapter soon. 

The days went by and Sriram would call Shanti sometime but it wasn't enough and wanted her, they could meet outside but it was dangerous – Shyamlal the father and Girish the brother of Shruti were very famous and any motel / hotel would pick up the thread and report so what could be the way out for a quick copulation or fuck, her house was a good safe haven but needed a time when there was no possibility of Shruti smelling Sriram around in the building and that again was not going to be easy – fucks in India are to be manufactured and if the below belly demands it incessantly – it has to fabricated and Sriram and Shanti did fabricate one and this was unbelievable. 

Arogyam – the manager at the Bank wanted to increase collections and asked Sriram one of the major depositors to arrange a few biggies who could help in this endeavor and also wanted some scapegoats for loan disbursements because there were targets for both the schemes.

Sriram told him – he knew of a source who would willingly take up to 100 crore loan but there was a price to be paid – the guy Ashimendu – a Bengali was an amorous guy who needed a pussy for every deal and if a vivacious sexy slut was to be arranged – the deal was done and before Ashimendu fucked the damsel – he will have to taste her himself, Arogyam feigned ignorance of knowing any such females when Sriram with a twinkle reminded him of the tall dusky but extremely attractive and sexy Shanti – Arogyam was enlightened and also excited and felt a stir in his crotch of 45 years, he himself was untiringly chasing the evasive slut but in vain and this gave him a chance to lay the cards – but how to approach the bewitching beauty. 

"I will handle her if you are okay to get these loans sold – only thing we will have to lure her with a good commission – are you okay to pay her a good some of money and rest she will strip to her bare basics – I can vouch for it" Sriram quipped.

"Don't tell me – she is a very pious woman and her husband is also in the same Bank – different Branch of course, I have been lusting for her since a long time but she does not look like one to give in – at least not to sexual blackmail and overtures." Arogyam was more skeptical and less sure.

"You know the 40 k she paid back - how come?" Sriram gleamed. 

"You paid her – and she fucked for that?" Arogyam blurted. 

"Not only fucked – reamed her in and out - in broad daylight – I can tell you haow many strands on her ass are still standing straight and she has not shaved them off – I can tell you how many fingers the moist ass can take in one go and the size of bra she wears and how many panties are holed which she still wears to allow them to be torn while you are undressing her- she is a slut par excellence – I cannot do all with her all the time because of Shruti – otherwise she will sleep with me every night with Sridhar in the other room – he is a cuckold." Sriram was getting aggressive between his legs. 

"Okay – you entice her and get her on this job and make sure I get to taste the slut and her sensuous pussy. I want her – understand" Arogyam was clear. 

"Fine – keep 1% commission of all loans disbursed and we will give her some paltry amount out of it – okay" Sriram was greedy to the core – he did not know the level of slut in her – and what Shanti could do to his plans. 

As they were discussing these plans, Janardhan a local corporator and a big business man had come to the Bank a couple of times and was smitten by our beauty and was planning to solicit a coffee meeting to her but did not know how to approach her and today while the two lechers discussed their sinister plan inside the branch manager's office, the corporator came to the Bank and straight went to the desk of Shanti and asked for his balance when in the usual work routine she requested him to consider taking a loan from the Bank. 

"What is the maximum I can take "– he asked looking at the pamphlet "and also – there is a Deposit Scheme – how much and for what period" 

She looked at him coquettish and grinned sexily at him "Sir – 10 crores, 100 crores – you decide sir both loans and Deposits' – and her pallu slipped off the kameez which she slowly reversed to its position. 

"Okay – how about a cup of coffee with me this evening at Srinivasa Motel round the MG Road and we can take a call" he was direct – mustered courage. 

"I will need commission too – so please do consider that while closing on the loans or deposits – and Bank will give me more if you take them higher and longer periods" she said.

"Sure – madam and let us understand one thing – it will also depend on how long you will spend time with your client for the client to decide on how long the periods will be – by the way – you are very beautiful and look very charming in a nice saree" – he was very direct and she knew the crotch was tight and the beast inside was wanting to invade her private cave between her legs sooner than soon. 

Evening is difficult – can we meet in the afternoon" – she quipped. 

Gleaming from tooth to tooth – he bent forward and taking her left hand in his both the hands' My car is outside and am waiting for you – come soon – we will go to a my farmhouse pick up a friend and then to a coffee house and I promise you very good time." 

Janardhan was already ejaculating without touching his dick. This pussy was going to be no trouble for bed mating and he was going to take her ass for sure. He was anal lover for all practical purposes and loved licking laving sucking and fucking the anus of women. 

On reaching the coffee-shop from Janardhan's farmhouse, Shanti noticed at the way male attention focused on their table. 

There was a woman by the side of Janardhan and slowly she came to know that was Kavya who had a tight t-shirt on and her heavy breasts demanded the attention, since they seemed to want their freedom from the tight fabric. Shanti herself wanted to feel and see them in all their glory giving temptation to her bisexual attitude. 

She was very much taken up by Kavya. Kavya knew the effect she had on Shanti and was dying to taste her cunt juices. She sat close to Shanti and kept touching her at the slightest 

pretext, thereby heightening the sexual tension between them. Janardhan on the other hand was quiet. He was thinking that today is the opportunity to fuck this teasing banking bitch along with his beautiful escort Kavya. 

He was slowly encouraged by the fact that Shanti was attracted to Kavya. This would work to his advantage and he had a perpetual smile of a cat who ate the cream, knowing fully well that he was going to fuck Shanti all afternoon. The main discussion all through the meal centered around Shanti. Both Kavya and Janardhan were very insistent that Shanti take-up something just beyond the routine banking clerk cum cashier work she was doing and they kept complimenting on her figure and sexy face and fair unblemished skin. 

Kavya took all this opportunity to feel her skin, her face and generally indulge in light foreplay with Shanti. 

Shanti was taken-up by their compliments and she had no resistance against Kavya taking liberties with her. She was so sexually charged that she had wet her panties and was dying to get fucked silly. 

They told her that she should have her portfolio taken and each one recommended various photographers. After the meal when Janardhan was paying the check, Shanti realized that she had left her purse in Janardhan's apartment. "No problems, I will take you to the farmhouse and you can retrieve your purse."

On reaching Janardhan's apartment, Shanti picked up her purse and started to leave, however Janardhan insisted on taking a few snaps and went into the bedroom to fetch a camera. 

Kavya pulled Shanti beside her on the sofa and started talking and touching her. She told Shanti that she would very much like to meet her again and take her to some good photographers.

Meanwhile Janardhan got his camera and asked them to pose for a few snaps. Immediately Kavya started hugging Shanti in the pretext of posing. So much body contact with this huge busted budding actress was too much for Shanti. She too got bolder and started feeling Kavya. 

This was all the encouragement Kavya needed and soon she was tongue-kissing Shanti. 

Shanti was whimpering with passion. She had never been kissed by a woman like this before even by sister Chitra with whom she had the maximum sexual dalliances and was savouring her softness. 

Kavya was now taking small bites on Shanti's ear, face neck, Shanti was on fire. Janardhan had captured all this on film and had got very excited on seeing these two sexy women go for each other. The businessman turned corporator quickly removed his clothing and stroked his fat thick prick. 

He separated the two women, lest he miss in on the action. On seeing Janardhan naked, his muscle tone and the thickness of his shaft, Shanti felt afraid.Her mind was forcing her to say " Nooo Janardhan, please don't fuck me , I am married", instead the words that came out were " OOOOOH My Gawd, itsss so beeeeg, Janaaaardhhhan". 

"Don't worry Shanti darling," said Janardhan, just hold it, it won't bite. He brought his prick near her and placed her hand on it. Shanti felt the throbbing prick and was creaming in her panties. Her eyes were wide open but her throat was dry. 

Kavya sensing Shanti's predicament quickly brought her lips to suck Janardhan's prick. But Janardhan only wanted Shanti and firmly pushed Kavya aside motioning to her to take the camera. Now Janardhan caught Shanti by the back of her neck and brought his prick near her face.

Shanti could smell his prick now – very pungent and looked like carrying dried cunt juice and other scum but extremely invigorating making her swoon and involuntarily opened her mouth to suck it. 

Janardhan felt overjoyed seeing Shanti was a willing participant, he slowly pushed his prick further in her mouth. This was the umpteen in her lifetime Shanti was tasting and sucking a dirty prick. She had sucked off so many of the pricks including Ratan whose was the dirtiest especially in the interludes where he fucked the sisters and without a wash the prick was shared by the siblings and the others like Kamaesh, Pandian, Raju and now Janardhan. 

Her husband Sridhar as we know was not adventurous in bed. Janardhan expertly filled her throat with his prick and when he thought she was gagging removed it and rubbed her face with it. Shanti took to the task with earnest now. She could taste Janardhan's masculinity and could feel the power of his prick thru its throbbing. Meanwhile, Kavya was busy clicking photographs. 

Shanti's sexy face filled with Janardhan's thick prick was too much for Kavya, she was in the throes of an orgasm herself. 

The sight of such a sexy face licking Janardhan's hairy balls and her hands all over Janardhan's tight buns was awesome. Shanti loved the feel of Janardhan's buttocks and 

feeling their strength could well visualise the fucking she was going to get. Janardhan too was very excited and about to explode. He controlled himself by stopping and asking Shanti if she liked sucking his prick. 

Shanti could only moan a gurgle in reply. He was delighted in seeing this newly married woman offering no resistance at all. In fact she was hot and sucking, licking his prick profusely. 

Janardhan then held the back of her head and started fucking her mouth, first with slow long thrusts and then with short fast jabs. As he exploded he filled her mouth with semen and he removed his prick from her mouth lest she choke and came all over her sexy face, hair, shoulders, saree. 

Shanti tried to swallow as much as she could. Suddenly Kavya left the camera and started sucking Shanti's mouth, face, to taste Janardhan's cum. 

This was the second time Shanti had tasted semen and she loved every goblet, droplet of it. Shanti's panties were thoroughly soaked and her thighs too were wet. She responded to Kavya's kisses with gay abandon, whimpering and moaning loudly. She ripped Kavya's t- shirt over her head and pushed the pink lacy bra from the top and fastened her mouth on one swollen nipple. 

Kavya felt discomforted, feeling the tightness of the bra strap on her back.She roughly pushed Shanti aside and removed her bra. The sight of her huge breasts with swollen nipples gaining freedom was too much for Shanti. 

She lost control and with a loud moan latched on to them with her hands and mouth.

Janardhan seeing the women, and especially Shanti's horniness, couldn't wait to fuck her. He roughly pulled the women apart and carried Shanti in his arms to his bedroom, where the airconditioner was on. 

Janardhan ripped Shanti's blouse off, and Kavya helped him in removing Shanti's clothes. On seeing her soaking lace panties, Janardhan could not be bothered in removing them, he just yanked and ripped them. He saw Shanti's cunt lips fully engorged with the blood pumping in them, her clitoris was fully erect. Her black cunt hair was neatly trimmed and the sight of black hair, creamy white thighs and pink cunt lips was too much for Janardhan. He knew that Shanti too wanted him to fuck her. 

He laid Shanti on her back and raised both her legs over his shoulder. He placed his prick near her flowing cunt juices and pierced the bulbous head of his prick into her cunt. 

Shanti's cunt had experienced such a thick,fat prick earlier, her father's brother Shivu a few months back at Villupuram and although Janardhan had only put the head in, her outer cunt lips where fully stretched. Shanti screamed in pain. "OOOHHHH GAAWD III CAANNNT, PLEEASE NNNNOOOOOO SUSHEEEEEEL,", she cried. There was cold sweat all over her forehead and face. Shanti was really scared and got completely dry inside. " OOOOUUI MMMAAA YOOU Are TEEEAARRINNNGG MEEE AAAIIIEEEEEE".

Although Shanti had been fucking men for quite a while now, her cunt had never been so stretched. She started begging Janardhan to please spare her. Janardhan felt as if he was deflowering a virgin. This excited him no end and his proud thick prick throbbed even more. Kavya came by Shanti's side. 

Shanti begged Kavya to make Janardhan stop. 

Shanti expected Janardhan to ram his prick fully in regardless of her dryness and fear. 

Janardhan meanwhile removed the head slowly and putting some spit on it sank it again in her cunt. After repeating this a few times her cunt was able to accommodate his thick prick head. He now started inserting his prick bit by bit, thrusting and withdrawing. 

He got a slow rhythm going and sensed that Shanti was now lifting her buttocks to meet his thrusts. Her juices were flowing freely and she could feel an orgasm approaching. Shanti now clawed on Janardhan's back egging him to go faster. 

Kavya asked her how she was surely liking and wanting it immensely.

Shanti managed a whimpering sound "OOHH AAARGG HHHEES FFUCKING MEE SOOO NICCELY, IT FEELSS SSOO GOOD". Janardhan now started thrusting and withdrawing faster and faster pounding Shanti's tight cunt. His heavy balls were slapping against Shanti's raised buttocks THWAP, TWAP, THWAP with each of Janardhan's powerful strokes. 

Their bodies were glistening with sweat and the only sound in the room as Janardhan increased his thrusts were of Shanti's loud moaning and THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP of his ball slapping her raised buttocks. 

Janardhan felt as if he had deflowered a virgin. Shanti was thrilled at the power of his thrusts and for the first time in her life felt fulfilled, literally and mentally. Janardhan kept on going THWAP THWAP THWAP and Shanti could feel her orgasm imminent. Sensing this Janardhan stopped pumping abruptly. 

Shanti wailed "YOOU BASSSTARRD DOOONT STTOOP PLEEEASEE IIMM UNNGG CCOMMING.". " FUCK ME

Janardhan could not hold back any longer and exploded inside Shanti, filling her cunt with his semen. He then collapsed on the bed beside them.

Kavya had been rubbing her clitoris bringing herself to orgasm while Shanti had been getting fucked. 

She longed to taste Shanti's cunt juices and quickly started sucking her swollen cunt lips. She darted her tongue inside Shanti's cunt and tasted Janardhan's semen again. She also started teasing Shanti's bud clit making her moan and writhe. Shanti had experienced everything especially many sucking her let alone a sexy woman. 

Kavya needed gratification too and spread her legs over Shanti's face and started grinding her soaked cunt on Shanti's face. Shanti was a quick learner and soon the two sexy women were having orgasms 69ing each other. 

The sight of these two sexy women doing each other excited Janardhan and he developed a hard-on again. He pulled Shanti away from Kavya. 

Taking her by the shoulders he brought her near a rocking chair and he sat down. Then he motioned for her to sit on him. 

Shanti stared at his thick prick and slowly sat on him taking in his prick inch by inch. 

When Janardhan had his prick fully inside he remained absolutely still and concentrated on fondling, sucking, biting Shanti's fair breasts. 

He asked her " Shanti, does this feel nice". Shanti was fully plugged up and although Janardhan was only gently rocking, the fullness of his prick was bringing her close to another orgasm. " AAAH YYOUU ROGUE YOOVEE UUMM UUMMMN UURGGGHH OOOHHH YOOOUURR CCOOCKK IITTSS FFFIILLEED MMEE UUNNGGH UUNNNGHH UUUNNNNGGH OOOO AAAAAAHHH'' wailed Shanti.




Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 02



Shanti feeling his fullness inside her had another orgasm, but Janardhan kept his prick absolutely still. Then he motioned Kavya to hold Shanti's shoulders from the back and he clasped her buttocks tightly. He stood up with his prick fully inside her and clasping her buttocks tightly. 

Kavya had the weight of Shanti's shoulders on her. Janardhan slowly started pumping his prick in and out of Shanti's cunt. Shanti was in midair and was receiving Janardhan's powerful thrusts. 

Janardhan increased the pace as did Shanti's moaning which turned into a continous wailing sound AAAAAHHNN AAAHHNN AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHN AAAAAAAAAAANNN UUUUUGGGG GGNNNNHHH, as she neared another orgasm. 

Shanti was in throes of orgasm and her wailing was completely incoherent. Janardhan then, withdrew his still hard and erect prick and they laid Shanti on the bed.

Shanti continued to whimper and moan, having never experienced such a thorough fucking in her life. 

Janardhan meanwhile straddled Kavya's flat stomach and propped two pillows under her neck. He the clasped both her huge tits with his penis tightly clenched by her breasts and began to breast-fuck Kavya. 

He was really rough with Kavya and would thrust his prick thru her breasts and into her mouth. 

Shanti had not seen such a thing before and the sight of Kavya's huge breasts being treated so roughly brought her to another wave of orgasm. Shanti had no control over her cunt which kept throbbing for more. Sensing this Janardhan stopped breast-fucking Kavya and made Shanti and Kavya lie side by side. He raised Shanti's left leg and Kavya's right leg. 

He quickly propped pillows under their buttocks so that their cunt were raised and nicely positioned. 

Then he thrust his prick into Shanti's gaping, throbbing cunt and gave long hard strokes. He then withdrew and did the same to Kavya's cunt, holding one leg each together. Both Shanti and Kavya drew double the pleasure from this, since while one was being fucked, the other too was moving in the same rythmn. 

Janardhan kept alternating and fucking them. He went on and on, both Shanti and Kavya continued to moan and wail as orgasm after orgasm swept through their bodies. 

When Janardhan could feel he was about to explode he withdrew his prick and let go of their legs. He straddled Shanti's breasts and put his prick into her mouth. He loved to see such a pretty fair horny face sucking his prick. 

This is what he wanted to do to Shanti since he first saw her sexy face. He exploded inside her mouth and this time roughly forced her to take-in all his semen. Shanti gurgled and gagged but his semen kept coming in. Finally Janardhan withdrew his fat prick from her mouth and rubbed his prick all over her sexy face and hair. He then collapsed on the bed along with them and continued to bite and nibble at whatever part of skin came in contact with his mouth.

Shanti finally got up and went to the toilet to pee. Semen was still coming out of her cunt lips. She washed her face in the mirror and saw dried semen all over her body and hair. Her hair was all knotted with dry semen and try as she did she could not untangle them. Her hair, bastard had really done her in, how was she going to go home in this manner. 

Shanti had always been particular of her hair, a lot of care and time went into taking care of it. Now this mess was unbearable for her. Also there were freckles on her neck, cheeks, breasts and her lips just as her cunt lips were swollen. She thought, "My God, I better stay away from Sridhar till these disappear."

Thinking of Sridhar she saw the time was 5.35pm and she needed to get back, bathe before he came in at aro 7.pm .They had been fucking away for more than 3 hours. Shanti came out of the toilet to search for her clothes. 

Janardhan saw her bending down and quickly got up and started slapping her huge buttocks. "Bitch Slut I need to fuck your ass now that chance can't let it go chance he nahi mila", said Janardhan while slapping her buttocks. Shanti saw that Janardhan had got a hard-on again. 

Shanti was turned on by Janardhan's using vulgar Tamil and Telugu and by his slapping and kneading her bums. She replied " Noo Janardhan, Sridhar will be getting back, Please let me go, another time you can fuck me, I promise, please let me go now". 

Saying this Shanti hurriedly started picking her clothes. When Shanti saw the semen stains on her saree and torn blouse and panty she began to cry. 

Her saree was beyond repair, all crumpled and ripped in certain places. Kavya came to her rescue by offering to give her clothes, but she did not have a saree, only the sexy black dress she had worn on the party night.. 

So Shanti had no choice but to wear that dress without panties. Her swollen nipples could clearly be seen and the dress was very tight around the arse, she had to hike it higher, whereby the dried cum on her cunt hairs and inner thighs could be clearly seen. 

Janardhan was in mood or mode to let her go till he had her ass and this he made it very clear to the lass Kavya and both devised a way to get her back for an ass fuck. 

The next day Kavya lured this pussy into another trip and this time to the local 3 star motel at the Swimming pool and in full daylight in a 2 piece Shanti was exposed to the general swimmers and Janardhan in particular who came in and sat at the pool watching his babes with glee – the room # 2102 was waiting for Ass busting – post the swim they joined him for a drink and all glee and fun – but Shanti could sense her state, pussy leaking and even ass expanding and twitching in anticipation – Janradhan was not waiting for the room to start his explorations – his fingers were already inside her bung hole while they were at the pool drinking the mocktail and cocktails. 

The charge bill came which Janardhan signed and took the keys from the waiter to the room # 2102 and asked the women to reach their while he fixes a few deals and comes in a sometime. 

As Shanti was being led alongwith KAVYA to the bedroom by Janardhan, she understood that they were going to fuck. The very thought of being fucked by Janardhan again and that too in the presence of this sexy starlet KAVYA made Shanti wet with desire. Once in the bedroom, Janardhan let go of Shanti and began kissing KAVYA. 

He was sitting on the bed and had made KAVYA sit on his lap as he was busy tongue-kissing her, while massaging her smallish tits with his hands. 

KAVYA too was excited as Shanti could see from her little gasps and the way she was trying to open Janardhan's shirt buttons. Shanti was left alone, standing and watching open-mouthed as this couple was fondling each other. 

Janardhan had managed to open KAVYA's blouse and was soon tweaking her nipples. Soon he let go of her mouth and fastened his mouth on her hardened nipples. 

KAVYA was moaning loudly and was looking at Shanti with glazed eyes. 

Shanti saw her dark black nipples stand erect and glisten with saliva as Janardhan was now alternatively sucking and biting at both her nipples, making KAVYA squirm and moan with pleasure and pain. 

Shanti could feel her own nipples hardening and her cunt juices oozing as her breathing grew heavy, seeing the erotic coupling in front of her. 

Janardhan then abruptly stopped and looked at Shanti oblivious to the moaning starlet in his lap. He motioned to Shanti to come near him while saying, "Isn't she sexy, come and touch her". Shanti moved in a trance and tentatively touched KAVYA's moaning face. 

Kavya looked at her with glazed eyes, lustfully, as Shanti on her own bent down and kissed KAVYA's lips. She felt the sweet taste of KAVYA's mouth as she felt the other woman force her tongue into her mouth. 

Janardhan meanwhile was busy fondling the bent Shanti's breasts, as she continued to kiss this starlet. 

Shanti liked the sweet taste of KAVYA and continued to kiss her, however Janardhan soon pulled her apart as he wanted to remove Shanti's tight t-shirt and free her breasts. Both Shanti and Kavya were now panting with lust as Janardhan pulled Shanti's t-shirt above her head and her heavy breasts with taut pinkish brown nipples came in full view. 

KAVYA on seeing them, moaned with desire and got up to latch her hungry mouth on them. She held, weighed, massaged, kneaded, sucked and nibbled at Shanti's breasts fiercely as Janardhan proceeded to undo her skirt and remove her panties. 

Shanti was now moaning loudly at the fierce attention KAVYA* was giving her breasts. 

Janardhan too got up and came behind the gasping Shanti and undid her zipper and in a single motion removed both her pants and her wet panties to the floor. 

Shanti was then grasped by Janardhan from her waist and hoisted up so as to remove her clothing around her legs. 

Shanti felt the man's strength as he picked her and flung her on the bouncy bed with little effort. 

KAVYA to jumped on Shanti and parted her legs. Seeing the Shanti's cunt was sticky and moist, Kavya let off a whimper and buried her head in Shanti's cunt. 

She quickly found her swollen and erect clit and started licking it, while pushing two of her fingers in Shanti's cunt. "UUUNNGGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", wailed Shanti as she came to a swift and shattering orgasm. 

However, KAVYA* was still not done as she now continued to eat Shanti's wet cunt and push her own tongue in Shanti's cunt to taste and lick her cum. 

Shanti could soon feel another series of orgasms coming as she squirmed and moaned under KAVYA's tongue onslaught.

She held KAVYA's head tightly, not allowing the poor starlet to breathe as she came again. 

Janardhan had by now removed his own clothes and was massaging his thick proud prick, watching these two women. 

He was feeling very horny. He now literally pulled Kavya off Shanti's cunt, by her hair and held Shanti's legs apart as he positioned his glistening prick near her swollen and gaping cunt-lips. With a hard thrust he pierced her cunt and sank his thick prick in. "uuunnngghhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh oouuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", wailed Shanti as she felt intense pleasure on receiving Janardhan's prick in her moist and well lubricated cunt.

She felt the by now familiar sensation of her cunt-walls being fully stretched and loved this feeling. Oh how much she enjoyed big pricks, her cunt was made for them and so was her body, as she moaned in pleasure as her body was rocked by the powerful thrusts of Janardhan, as his prick pounded her cunt again and again. 

Janardhan was on his knees and was holding Shanti by her parted legs as he furiously went about fucking in and out , rocking Shanti's body with each thrust. KAVYA was busy fingering her own cunt with lust in her eyes. 

she brought herself to sit on Shanti's face, presenting her wet cunt to her. Shanti moaning with pleasure, started licking at KAVYA's totally shaven pussy. With her hands, she firmly held KAVYA's slim thighs and raised her mouth to let her tongue taste and probe into KAVYA's pussy. Soon KAVYA too was wailing and moaning loudly. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", she cried as her body was rocked by her own orgasm and unable to balance herself, she fell on the side of the fucking couple as Shanti let go of her thighs, and concentrated on her own orgasm as she felt Janardhan shudder and fill her cunt with his semen. 

So powerful was Janardhan's orgasm, Shanti felt as if he were filling her right up to her throat with his semen. She lay gasping loudly on the bed as Janardhan withdrew his prick with a loud squelchy sound, as his prick withdrew from her cunt. All three of them lay on the bed together gasping and breathing heavily. Shanti lay prone on the bed with her legs still apart, gasping, as the thick semen oozed out of her gaping cunt, onto her thighs and the bedcover.

Shanti was loving every minute of the fuck-session. She found KAVYA extremely sexy and loved the feel of Janardhan's big prick in her cunt and his powerful thrusts. He was a very strong muscular man, and Shanti loved holding his strong arms. 

Shanti looked across and saw KAVYA getting up and coming towards her. Shanti welcomed her with open arms as the two of them started feeling and kissing each other bodies. 

Shanti saw that KAVYA had unusually long erect nipples for a woman with small breasts and was busy nibbling and sucking them as KAVYA knelt 

on top of her. KAVYA began moaning as Shanti continued sucking her long black nipples. KAVYA on the other hand was fingering Shanti's engorged cunt, trying to fuck her with three of her fingers rapidly moving in and out of her cunt. Seeing these two sexy women in action, Janardhan too was excited and massaging his prick to erectness. 

He then moved over and placed his prick in Shanti's hungry and willing mouth. 

Shanti greedily started sucking his proud weapon, while massaging his hairy balls with her hand. Shanti by now had become a expert at sucking cock and due to her ministrations, she had reduced this strong man to a whimpering fellow as Janardhan whimpered at the pleasure he was receiving. "ooohh yyeesssssssss aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ssssssssssssshhhhh aaaaaaaaa", he cried, as Shanti continued to deep-thoat him and expertly handle his heavy balls. 

Shanti herself was jerking her thighs as KAVYA was furiously finger-fucking her. 

Janardhan realising that he was about to come, suddenly withdrew his prick from Shanti's mouth. 

He wanted to fuck KAVYA, and he stood up and positioned himself behind her and with lust in his eyes and mind, he roughly made KAVYA lie on the bed with her arse protruding out as he 

pushed his big prick into the cunt of this thin starlet. 

"aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww ooooooofffffffffffffffh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", gasped KAVYA, as she felt his big prick pierce into her cunt, plugging her thoroughly. Janardhan now began pumping her cunt slowly, but with such powerful thrusts that KAVYA's whole body shook, with each movement of his plunges inside her.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww aaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwww aaaawwwwwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwww 

Aaaaaaawwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwww aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" she cried as Janardhan was by now riding her fast and hard.

Shanti saw the sexy expressions on KAVYA's face as her famous on-screen pout appeared as Janardhan continued to ride her. 

Shanti could not help herself and started rubbing her swollen clit, gasping in excitement. 

Shanti soon came loudly gasping, seeing the way Janardhan was fucking KAVYA, and seeing this starlet bray and pout. However, Janardhan the stud continued his cock slaught, slapping KAVYA's thin buttocks now and then in excitement. 

As he was finally about to come, he roughly withdrew and pulled the prone KAVYA sideways and pushed his prick into her sexy pout mouth. Shanti saw with excitement as his big thick prick had stretched KAVYA's sexy mouth. 

Janardhan soon exploded inside her mouth and held KAVYA's head tightly as he came and came and came inside her mouth. As he finally withdrew his prick from KAVYA's mouth, Shanti could see his thick semen oozing out of her mouth. 

Shanti could not control herself and immediately began kissing KAVYA's semen filled mouth, sucking and swallowing Janardhan's cum. After a while, Janardhan got off the bed and lightly slapped the two sexy women, urging them to get dressed as he was late for his business appointment. Both Shanti and KAVYA, hurriedly dressed up, wiping the semen off their bodies and face with the bedcover, as Janardhan continued to urge them to hurry and leave.

Shanti forgot all about her other problems as she left Janardhan's office, fully satiated and happy, she drove to her own house.

Getting home, she had a hot tub bath, reveling in the sexy happy moments, she had had with Janardhan and KAVYA. Her thoughts went to the next day, when her father's brother Shivu was expected soon. 

She thought about the sexy conversation, they had had on phone, the other day. Shanti was sure that her father Shivu would not miss this golden opportunity to fuck her. 

After all, her husband was not expected back for another couple of days and her father Shivu would come here soon and not miss this opportunity now to plunge his prick into her, catching her alone. 

Shanti was fearful and at the same time excited at the prospect of being fucked by her father again and she could feel herself getting wet, just thinking about it.



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 03



It was a nice and sunny morning in Chennai and everyone was or most probably just getting up but there was this nice Kalyana Mandapam(Marriage Hall) where a marriage was underway between Ashu and Laxman two young bright colleagues who decided to tie the knot and made their respective families agree to it and after a considerable wait on a nice April morning the marriage was getting into its final stages. 

The bride's father Ragaswamy was a tall smart guy of around 56 years in age and had a sexy wife Pratchi around 53 years in age whose sisters were all there for the marriage along with Shanti - the younger sister who just turned 30 years but still looked not more than 24 -25 years in age. 

Extremely sexy and beautiful in the whitish cream silk saree and the jasmine adorning her hair at the back, she looked radiating sexy and adorable and eatable all at the same time. 

She was moving swiftly across the floor in the huge hall, taking the heat into her stride and also at the same time ensuring that her beauty continued to attract the male in all its intensity, though not a divorcee, she was near split with her husband and it was all over between the two, he was on his own though they continued to live under the same roof.

Well - the mantras were being read and the marriage was on, all the guests were seated to bless the newly to be wed couple and Ragaswamy was eyeing his sister Shanti, he had come to know that the husband and wife were not going along a few years ago when she had come down from Trichy (where she worked) to share the woes with her sister and it was during that time our 'hero' pounced on the opportunity, and though traditional, spiritual and all, Shanti had been without sex for quite some time and Raga made use of this and fucked the shit hole on the very first occasion behind his wife's back.

Shanti succumbed to the huge man with lot of remorse regret and agony, she did not want to cheat on her sister but Raga left her with no choice and she was dragged one afternoon while picking clothes from the can to put them into the washing machine, into the nearby bathroom and cupping her mouth with his left hand, Raga had sodomized her, it was nearly a rape but eventually got converted into consensual sex, with Shanti lovingly drinking his juice as a prize gift to him for initiating her back into the sexual world after a gap nearly 7 years, he wondered how much juice he could have got out of her if he had known this at least 5 years ago, the youth of the sister that time would have given his 50 year old cock much more reason to tremble in her pussy, but there was not much that he lost, he had anyway fucked her in the ass, which he had been fantasizing about her since ages. 

Now back to the marriage, both knew it was coming and Shanti for quite some time did not come out of the makeup room, spent all time with her niece and wanted to avoid the contact with her brother, she seriously wanted to stay away from his gaze to make sure the affair does not go out of proportion spoiling her sister's life, that was more important to her but then what is destined is bound to happen. The marriage was in full swing and the priest wanted some ingredients which were to brought and given instantly, nobody on stage, her sister called her on the cell and asked her to come and give it to Raga who was already on the stage, she came and gave the small box to him and he beckoned her to come and closer and held the hand which was holding the box and told her in the ear "After the wedding when the crowd is gone, this very place where the marriage is happening will be the spot for you, so get ready, all arrangements have been made, the men around taking care of this hall know you and know what we will do after the crowd is gone" and pressed her hand sharply.

She was not at all happy about it and quickly ran to the room, bolted from inside and started to weep. Her face was pressed into the pillow and boobs against the satiny bed cover of the makeup room's bed and all this while her brother - older to her by nearly 16 years - was already planning how to lay her soon in the evening while conducting his own daughter's wedding. 

The man did not know that his son Vivek was also in the ring and while the marriage vows were being recited and the center stage was agog with people, Vivek quietly sneaked into the makeup room and coolly slid next to his aunt - at the least did she ever suspect him, he was born in front of her own eyes 22 years back and she treated him as her own son, but little did the pretty woman realize that today's young men wanted no less than their own mother's sisters in bed and this guy was no different. 

He started to lick at her eyelids which were swollen and she did not mind even that, she had nothing to suspect after all he had been doing all this for quite some time all these years. 

She was made to jump only when he quietly pulled the string attached to her blouse from the back and the clasp gave way for the garment to open up and it was all bare, the bra was strapless and her back was shining - she had applied good cream on the skin in the morning after bath and in the AC confines, she smelt wonderful. As the boy descended on her back, Shanti screamed at him and admonished him for the misbehavior and sent me off from the room and bolted it from inside but not for long - her brother called her on the mobile and told her to come and meet his would be son-in-law's uncles who were desperate to meet her- she refused to come out for any such venture and stayed put inside. Soon she could hear noise outside and her sisters started to enquire about her whereabouts and that put in a spot and there started the banging on the door, slowly she got up and opened to let them in and all of them admired how pretty she looked in the creamiest white silk saree and the green silk blouse, some even commented she looked more of the bride and the not the niece and this prompted some one to be even more naughty asking what will she wear for the honey moon, and precisely at that moment her b-i-l entered the room asking all of them to come to the sanctum sanctorum (Mandapam) for the final vows and the blessings before the thread would be tied.

While all of them were leaving - standing at the door, he took cheeky swipe at her ass and cupped the left cheek amply enough to let her know his intentions. He was going to have her today. 

The marriage got over and lot of the men folk in the groom's side were taken aback by the beauties and the spot beauty Shanti. 

Some even fantasized a quick fuck with her and this left many dreaming and Raga - the brother knowing all these lecherous fellows - had a hearty lunch, after all he was going to get the beauty soon. 

Shanti looked stunning. Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her own bridal jewellery for her niece's wedding. Her long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece. 

Twin patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her hairline and disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long braid.

The three strands then twined with her thick plait. A sexy Tamil *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with *kajal*. 

Gold earrings hung from her earlobes. 

Around her neck, she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve. 

Several gold bracelets and bands adorned her wrists. 

Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles.

Around her bare midriff, there was a gold girdle, riding high on her hips and low under her belly and above her buttocks. 

She looked younger and prettier and sexier and screw ready more than the bride -her niece and all men in the hall had stiff hardon and all wanted her badly. 

Amongst all in the male crowd, the man who appealed to Shanti was Venkat, brother of the groom, he looked extremely fit handsome and must have been fit all his life at 6' height he had the majestic personality -he met her during the introductions and gave her a wry nice innocent smile and looked the other way, did not give away his breath taken away by the sexy beauty. 

He was not one of them to lust for something so easily - women fell for him and he had his fill though his wife was a beauty herself, Venkat did not give up or lose opportunities of outside sex, he made discreet use of any advances and in this case, it had to be Shanti who would have to make the 1st step. 

Raga could see the eye contact and knew his sister well, she had a huge sex urging between her legs and recently had dumped the husband of her best friend who incidentally was there at the wedding and she was giving him no scope or attention. 

It was clear for all who knew them that she was dumping him. Her friend was oblivious of that part in her life where her husband was sometime a paramour of her friend and now it did not matter, though the husband was sulking at the whole response and attention Shanti did provide or did not provide. 

Venkat and his roving eyes did everything to spot and pick up Shanti wherever she was - Shanti had to be conscious of it and while all this was on Raja - Venkat's brother and the groom's father introduced him to Raga and soon they struck a chord, ' Raghav - would you like to rest for a while, you can take the AC room on the 1st floor, will have my sister in law take care of you' as he made this sentence, he could see the friend's husband trying desperately to get Shanti's attention who kept him at a distance. 

The dowry and some of the give and take to the groom's party was still left and a sizeable amount of it was to be given in Gold, Raga had promised Raja, that he would do it in kind if not in cash. Raja was clear from the beginning - since the time the groom party landed at the Mandapam that they wanted her - Shanti for all of them, and Raga was not able to articulate that to Shanti clearly and thought he will fuck her and then get her to the place where they were staying and leave the beauty to the beasts but now - in the heat which he could see was generating between his sweet sis's legs juicing for Venkat- he was sure he did not have to wait for that long.

She was obviously ignoring him but insistent Raga caught her eyes and hinted her to come by his side, she saw Venkat and smelt a rat and swiftly reached the center of the Mandapam and got the message, though very keen, she did not show it and slowly took the man to the 1st floor and all this was a dejection a jilt of his lifetime to the friend's husband who knew the sequel to this long walk the two were taking to the room on the top, the longer she would take to come back will be the result on his heartbeat which will just climb geometrically and that was the outcome. 

Venkat looked at the supple flesh hidden in the nice sexy silk saree - cream colored with green print of embroidery and a green blouse, Shanti looked extremely sexy not withstanding her age - she did not look that age at all, the sexy pussy just looked like she was not more than 28-30 years. Wow - what God does is - he faults in some and fills it in other areas. She may not have had a fine happy married life but sex came in all shapes and sizes to fill the gap. 

Shanti looked at Venkat, holding his eyes and felt the first frisson of excitement ripple through her body. The man was superbly built, very sexy. He was rugged and handsome, with clean-shaven, aquiline features. He had sharp, piercing, deep-set eyes, a knife-blade nose, slender lips that were almost cruel in their line and a rock-hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin. His cheeks had sexy hollows in them and his hair was thick and cropped short. His body was superbly sculpted. 

The neck was strong and hard and descended to broad shoulders that bulged with muscle. His arms and legs were strong, rippling with thick, long, smoothly curved muscles. His torso was a savagely slashing V, tapering from his broad shoulders to a ballet dancer's high hips and narrow waist. The belly was flat as a washboard. 

His chest was deeply cleaved, with thick pectorals that hung like slabs of granite. His silk dress was tight and she noticed again the thick, promising bulge in his crotch. The silk top he wore had a low neck and wide arm holes and Shanti noticed with a rush of pleasure that his body was glamorous and smooth, with even the armpits dilated. 

"You are very handsome, why do you look at me like that, you must be married to a lovely woman, you Iyengars have lovely women in you life?" she asked.

"I do not know but feel like lost when I look at you, you are so beautiful, you are intoxicating and an addiction for men like us who do not get all the sex from their spouses have to seek solace in sanctuaries like you beautiful. Need beauties like you to regain vigor in life" he succumbed to his thoughts around her pregnant since he had arrived in the morning.

"Where is your wife - did not see her, heard a lot of her and about the two of you?" she was being cheeky.

"Well she was there in the morning, must have gone for some temple visit and later maybe some shopping, she is not the type to hang around for all the rituals. The groom my nephew is going to be with us after the wedding in the US - so will have lot of time with them, that must be going on in her mind, you look so graceful and sexy at the same time, how do you maintain it and must say, you are extremely attractive, do you mind if I touch you, is it allowed?"

She responded to the meek submission from him rather quickly, "Take off your clothes" she murmured. "Take it of first the angavastram, slowly and slowly."

Venkat grinned and, crossing his arms, slowly lifted the top off his head.

Shanti moistened her lips. 

He really was an immense turn-on. 

His nipples were small and hard and dark pulled wide and low on either side of his chest. She smiled and slid her hands up his body gently, caressing the contours of his body with her fingertips, tilting her face to his. He bent his head and their lips met, fluttered, hesitated, then opened sensuously and she pressed to him, her jewelry warm cold and hard between their bodies, exciting rough on his dark skin. He cupped her face as he kissed her, their tongue fencing erotically.

Her mouth was warm and soft and her tongue probed in his mouth. He slid his hands down to her shoulders and then lower, caressing her back, her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, rising with tantalizing slowness to her breasts. 

Shanti murmured as he cupped her breasts through the sexy silk green blouse and black bra inside. They swelled and grew harder and heavier and her nipples stiffened in the taut cloth band and he flicked the hard stubs through the cloth. 

Shanti's lips parted reluctantly from his. Her eyes were bright with desire, her mouth open, her breathing shallow and rapid, the nostrils flared. With a soft moan, she dragged her lips and tongue down his face and neck to his chest. 

Bending her head, she ran her tongue across his chest, lapping gently at the deep cleft in the centre, then gliding sensuously over the swell and down to one nipple, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Venkat grunted.

His nipple stiffened and she rapped it rapidly, then opened her mouth and clamped her lips around the nipple and dark aureole and nibbled sharply. Venkat gasped. It felt wonderful. Her shapely fingers crawled across and she scraped his other nipple with her sharp fingernails. 

Venkat quivered in pleasure. Her mouth was soft and moist and her tongue worked his nipple steadily while her teeth scraped across its hardness. She moved to the other slowly, then returned to the first, then the second. It was slow, exquisite, agonizing. 

His cock quivered and began to swell. Her fingers crept down his belly and into his crotch and she squeezed the bulge of his penis through his shorts.

Venkat pushed her down gently and Shanti sank to her knees before him, he looked down at her, his eyes glittering with excitement, his muscles corded with tension and pleasure, breathing heavily. She smiled gently and, her eyes tilted up to watch his expression, opened her mouth and took the tip of his penis in her lips through his lungi and the underwear. Venkat moaned softly. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the muffled softness of her tongue. Reaching up, she drew down the zipper fly of his shorts slowly. 

His fleshy penis bounced out, already hardening and she moaned it pleasure. It was magnificent. Already over eight inches long, an inch and a half thick, it was growing still, hardening, rising, lengthening, thickening. 

The balls were low and heavy. The cock-shaft was shaved clean and smooth to the hilt. The circumcised cock-head bobbed against her face. Her breath was hot on his penis as she cradled it in her hands and caressed her face with it, running it sexily over her lips and cheeks and eyes. Slowly, she slid her tongue out and ran it over his cock-head. Venkat gasped softly, his belly rippling inward.

"Oh fuck yes!" he murmured. "C'mon! Suck it!"

Shanti resisted the temptation for a few seconds, plying the bulging cock-head with her tongue. Venkat held still, his pulse quickening, his breathing shorter and sharper. At last, her lips flowered and slipped around his cock-head and part of his shaft, enveloping his erection in her warm, moist, soft mouth.

"Oh fuck yes!" Venkat gasped, his head bent, his mouth open. "Oh fuck yes, c'mon, suck it! Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh ... fuck yes, that's it! Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... suck my dick, Shanti darling ... do it! Ohhhhh uhhhh yes!"

His words of excitement and the tangy taste and musky odour of his penis aroused Shanti. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply and heavily, her head moving back and forth and from side to side.

Her tongue continued describing wonderfully erotic arcs around his thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum gunk and she groaned, jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him see it fleck her lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue. Her eyes lifted to watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by one, flicking them with her tongue, and sucking tenderly. 

It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.

"Fuck yes!" Venkat grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"

Shanti smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and caressed his cock with her necklaces. Venkat groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious metal on his penis. 

She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them in a tight sheath over his cock.

Slowly, she masturbated him with her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic feeling and Venkat's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head back down to his cock.

"C'mon ... suck it hard, Shanti ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"

Shanti groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth. 




Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 03



Venkat gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips. 

His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Shanti kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit

in its tip with her tongue. Venkat gasped his joy.

"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, Shanti darling ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"

She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The Iyengar stud gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute. 

Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."

For a second, Venkat was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.

"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."

He drew her to her feet and Shanti turned around, her back to him. 

He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the saree cloth band. It unraveled and he drew it off slowly, scraping it over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back against him. 

He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly through the blouse sexy and silky smooth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his undershorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside. 

Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Venkat twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Shanti shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.

"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Venkat, fuck me."

There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Venkat turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.

Venkat smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. Slowly he removed the blouse and unstrapped the sexy new full of sweat bra and tossed them aside. The petticoat knot came off without much tussle and the panty was glistening with her juices and sweat at the same time.

He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently. 

Shanti writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Venkat dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole. 

Shanti gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head. 

Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip. 

Shanti writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, scraping her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. 

Shanti gasped and moaned her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. 

Shanti cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scraped across her aching nipples.

"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Venkat yes oh god yes!" she gasped.

Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower. 

His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her petticoat and panties, her cunt was completely exposed. Venkat quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks. 

It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Shanti's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.

Venkat pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.

Shanti gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.

"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Venkat, c'mon, do it!"

Venkat curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Shanti gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under his face. 

Venkat swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savoring her streaming cunt-juices. 

Shanti gasped and moaned her pleasure. 

He parted her cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris with his tongue rapidly. 

Shanti hissed in pleasure, arching steeply. 

Venkat slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold chain deeper into her slit, scraping it delicately over her clitoris. 

Shanti cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Shanti's body flamed with desire.

"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!"she cried, writhing and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.

Venkat pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto the armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed to the padded armrests. 

Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the osition, for she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table. 

The gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting her weight, and relaxed her buttocks. 

They lobed open, unlading slowly. Her cunt was on level with his face now. Venkat chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she gasped loudly. 

Venkat shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. 

"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Shanti cried.

Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and undulated in the up thrust position. 

Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her movements. 

Venkat ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying out. 

Timing it to perfection, Venkat stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit, lifting his head. Shanti gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.

"For god's sake, Venkat! Don't stop! Not now!"

He chuckled and rose, denying her. Shanti moaned, her body sinking back onto the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly. 

Quickly, Venkat turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and took his cock deep into her mouth. 

Venkat grunted in pleasure and, bending over her body, pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their bodies. Shanti groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices again. 

She sucked his cock slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her luscious lips. 

Her teeth scraped delicately over his shaft. He flicked her clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scraping her teeth along the hard shaft. 

They writhed together on the coffee-table,evouring each other, prolonging the pleasure. 

When he stopped again, Shanti felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and desire. Venkat rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the other end of the table, kneeling between her spread thighs. 

Shanti moaned softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.

"C'mon ... shove it in, Venkat ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I want your cock in my cunt!"

Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely. His eyes lingered on her spread-eagled body, wantonly offered for his pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed between her outstretched arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing the moist flesh within. 

Her legs were stretched apart in a wide V, her feet still on the chair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table. 

Venkat's pulse raced with pleasure. He ploughed her cunt-lips open with his thumbs and pressed his cock-head to her slit. Shanti bit her lower lip in tension; she could feel the searing heat of his cock at her cunt. She fondled his shaft and cock-head lovingly.

"C'mon," she muttered. "Do it! Fuck me, lover!"

Venkat took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks slowly, slid his hips forward. His huge penis surged into her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips wide open. 

He gasped loudly as he entered her hot, wet, tight fissure. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his penetrating cock. The breath hissed from her throat. Her mouth tore open. 

Her body bowed, and her head arched back. Her hands flew to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them hard, her fingers pinching her nipples. His cock was magnificent, rock-hard enormously thick and long; it went in and in and in, piercing her cunt deeply, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Ohhhh god yes, Venkat, yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Do it! Fuck me, Shanti darling! Fuck my cunt! C'mon Ohhhhhh yes! That's it! Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh yes!"

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.

He began fucking her heavily and deeply and slowly, his head arched back, his buttocks flexing and unlacing, his hips rocking back and forth, sliding to and fro in a deep, piercing, mesmerizing steady rhythm. 

His cock ground in and out of her cunt, sliding outward, then grinding deep into her cunt gain. Shanti gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her hands on her breasts, her hips writhing and heaving. 

Venkat gripped her thighs, lifting them higher and wider as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could.

Her cunt was incredible: Hot, tight, wet, it convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis, seeming to draw him deeper and deeper into its vortex. 

The gold chain rasped against his thick, rough-skinned cock-shaft as it stroked in and out of her slit. Gasping and grunting, the lifeguard began moving faster. 

His hips swung back and forth in longer, deeper, quicker strokes, and his cock piston smoothly in and out of her cunt. 

Shanti moaned and writhed, her body lurching and rocking under his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing heavily. 

"Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhhh uhh *hanh* yes oh yes oh god yes Venkat yes oh god Venkat! Ohhh uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh SUHHHHL-MA ... uhhhh AHHHHHHHHHN uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!"

Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah oh yeh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh ohhhh!"he cried, panting heavily, rocking his hips back and forth faster and faster.

Now he put his hands on the base of her belly, pulling her cunt-lips wide open and, gritting his teeth, grimacing, biting his lower lip in tension as the heat built and surged and spread in his loins, he began ramming and reaming greedily into her cunt. 

Each thrust drew a broken, shuddering gasp from her throat. 

Shanti's body whipped and writhed on the table, her jewelry tinkling, the metal glinting and winking, slithering this way and that on her tawny skin. Hissing in pleasure, he slowed again, now swirling his hips as he thrust into her so that his cunt entered her from all angles.

"OHH uhhh OHHH!" she gasped deliriously, her head flipping from side to side. "Oh fuck yes! Oh Shanti darling yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Venkat! Oh god yes!"

"Ahhhh uhhh Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes!" he moaned.

"The condom," she gasped, sensing the imminence of his orgasm. "Put it on! Quickly!"

With a shuddering groan, slid out of her cunt and she gasped at the sudden release in pressure. He grabbed the condom-piece and struggled into it. 

He slid his penis into it. It was a snug, perfect fit. 

His cock-head popped out of the aperture in the tip. 

The shaft length of the sheath had short flexible spikes, thick round studs and knobs and a cleverly designed free-form lattice of intersecting ribs that were thick and long. Putting it on, he felt his erection harden and, simultaneously, the ebbing of his orgasm. He grinned in delight. Craning her head, Shanti stared at his armored penis and moaned thickly.

"God, I want that in my cunt!" she muttered. "C'mon, Venkat, fuck me!"

Grinning, Venkat bent over her between her spread thighs and gripped the sides of the table, his knees deeply bent. His cock-head probed at her cunt. She guided his penis to her orifice. He grunted and, flexing his buttocks slowly, ground down deep into her flesh, driving inexorably inwards.

The breath rattled from her throat. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp, her head arching back, her back bowing steeply. 

The spikes bent as they pierced through her cunt-lips, scraping delightfully through her quivering cunt-flesh. The hard knobs and studs and ribs mashed her gorged clitoris. The pleasure was intense, unbearable. Her hips jerked and lurched up to his and she dug her fingers into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. He winced as her fingernails broke his skin and pushed deeper still.

"OHHHHHUHHHHHH HHHHHAHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and ragged, her chest heaving, her face a vision of lust. "Oh ma uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her cunt convulsed on his penis. Venkat gasped: He could feel the heat of her cunt through the fine latex sheath. He bent deeply forward, his powerful distended muscles rippling, his arms bending, his biceps and triceps flexed taut, and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. 

His buttocks were flexed taut, his hips pressed down between her thighs, his cock embedded in her flesh. Shanti moaned and sucked eagerly on his tongue, her fingers caressing his hard body.

"You're incredible," he murmured, kissing her eyes tenderly.

"So are you," she smiled, tonguing his ear, her hips squirming beneath his. "Come on ... now fuck me!"

Venkat eased the strenuous position by spreading his legs and dropping his hands to the floor,now his body was angled over hers, balanced on the balls of his feet and his hands, his arms outstretched. 

Shanti craned her head and sucked on one nipple, running her tongue lasciviously over the hard stub. 

Venkat began to fuck her slowly and heavily, in total control. His lifted his hips, unflexing his buttocks, drawing his cock outward. She groaned and her head flopped back, her face arching, soft and lovely with pleasure. He paused and then slowly ground down deep into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed on his penis. She gasped, arching her hips greedily to his, her hands clenching his thickly padded shoulder muscles, sliding down his bulging biceps to his forearms. 

"Mm ... ohhhhh yes!" she gasped, as the sheathed cock crushed into her flesh again, the spikes and knobs and studs on the surface mashing her gorged clitoris. "Ohhhh yes, Shanti darling yes! Fuck me!"

Buried deep in her cunt, Venkat paused, his buttocks flexed taut, and swung his hips in slow, smooth arcs. Beneath him, Shanti hissed in pleasure, her mouth opening wide, her tongue swiveling across her upper lip.

"Ohhh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god that's so good yes!"

He slid out, paused, ground down and into her; paused, swirled his hips, paused, slid out ... Shanti was ecstatic. The pleasure was keen and sharp, delicately balanced so that she was just out of reach of her orgasm. 

The man was a masterful lover. 

He maintained the complex rhythm, fucking her entirely for her pleasure, prolonging the agonizing joy, keeping her maddeningly close to the final release. He grinned down at her, enjoying the spasms of pleasure on her face and, bending, lapped gently at one up thrust breast, then the other, sucking tenderly on the luscious mounds. Shanti gasped and moaned, kissing him feverishly, tonguing his ear.

"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore, Venkat! Do it!"

He relented and steadied his rhythm to a straight up-and-down, in-and-out motion, his powerful muscles rippling smoothly, taking the strain without effort. His taut buttocks flexed and not flawed, and his hips swung rhythmically up and down. 

His immense erection, in its black leather jacket drove steadily in and out of her wet cunt, appearing and disappearing between her unfurled cunt-lips. Her pubic hair was wet and sticky with her flowing cunt-juices. 

She moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching under his thrusts, her hips rocking and writhing and heaving, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing, her jewelry slithering on her tawny skin. Her head rolled from side to side. She began to sweat: Beads of perspiration dotted her upper lip and brow; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck; a thin rivulet of sweat coursed between her breasts, another trickled down her belly and met her flowing cunt-juices in a mucilaginous confluence. 

He began to move faster and she gasped and cried out, lurching and jerking in frenzy under him. He was utterly relentless and kept moving, his body rocking and jerking up and down, his hips swinging back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlacing, his cock grinding in and out of her slit. He, too, was perspiring now and their bodies squelched and slapped wetly together. 

"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhuhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.

"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah yes ah yes oh yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckOHHHHH!" he cried, his head arching back. 




Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 03



He drove into her and paused, buried deep in her slit. She gasped, perplexed, her body writhing under his, taken unawares by the sudden change in tempo. Suddenly and without warning, he lifted his hips high and then rammed hard into her cunt and began fucking her furiously. 

His hips rocked savagely up and down, snapping from the waist, his buttocks opening and closing alternately in a feverish rhythm, his cock plunging and piston and ramming and reaming frantically in and out of her cunt. 

"OHMAUHHHHAHHHUHHH HOHSUHHHHLMAHHHHHHNUHHH UHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Shanti cried out thinly, her body rocking and jerking violently under him, her hips bucking and heaving, crashing against his loins, her cunt convulsing and spasm uncontrollably on his throbbing penis.

Her orgasm loomed, getting closer and closer and then she exploded, her back bowing and arching, sweat splintering off their rocking bodies, her breasts thrust up, her mouth torn open in a loud cry, her face contorted in a savage rectus of lust, her hips jerked up to his, her cunt convulsing frantically on his penis. Venkat gasped and rammed his cock into her repeatedly. Each thrust made her choke and gasp and cry out, sent her body jerking and lurching, rolling her up on the small of her back, drawing out the orgasm. He kept moving, ramming wildly into her, till he felt her orgasm recede, the convulsions of her cunt diminishing in intensity and frequency. 

Gradually, he slowed, fucking her gently with long, smooth thrusts that drew small, broken moans of pure pleasure. 

Finally, he eased himself deep into her and held still releasing his cum into her. She groaned and, opening her eyes, her chest heaving, smiled up at him.

"That was incredible," she gasped softly. "Fuck me again."

"I intend to," he murmured. "No chance of stopping now!"

Whimpering, she moved her legs off the chair and sofa. Her thighs trembled from the strain of keeping the position for so long. He slid slowly out of her flesh and she gasped. There was a knock on the door and she knew it was going to be embarrassing if she continued in the room any longer and quickly got up pushing him aside - rushed with her clothes into the bathroom and dressed properly and soon stood in front of the door which was still closed, she made sure Venkat was dressed and stepped out of the door. There was nobody when she came out but could see her brother down near the stair case seated on a side stool. The place was deserted.

He rose to his feet, staggering slightly as his muscles cramped slightly when he eased the tension in them. He held his hand out and helped her down the stairs. She staggered slightly as she came down and nearly into his arms. He held her close, his thick, sheathed angavastram pressing between their bodies and kissed her deeply.

"I also want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you," he grunted and before anyone could see them released her quickly.

"Thabk you for Venkat and for that you can Fuck me as long as you can," she whispered, bending and her fingers fondling his balls and cock through his cloth. "I want you."



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 04



Ever since they moved into the new neighborhood – Shanti was the cynosure of all eyes – Male eyes. They were in the Bank Office quarters and their immediate neighbor in house # C-3/2 was Mr. Riaz Durrani, the Sr Manager for Personnel and Admin at the Zonal Office and was directly responsible for all the folks working in the Bank. 

Riaz was a very important man in the Bank and Shanti's husband Sridhar was working as Shift Supervisor, waiting for his promotion since a long time. In fact it was because of Riaz that Sridhar was asked to forego his Housing allowance completely – if he did not shift into the colony. This was cruel on the young man, who was staying in their own house – and did not have to pay any rent but this rule was energetically imposed upon him by Riaz, Sridhar pleaded but in vain. Riaz was looking for a roll in the hay with the sexy voluptuous and famously slutty wife Shanti – who had captivated many and was reason for Riaz losing lot of money to the Whores around who gave him periodical release but were not replaceable by the damsel who had a reputation of being a fantastic partner in bed – Riaz was not going to lose the earliest opportunity in grabbing the slut and this was just the beginning and Sridhar- who was no less a partner in making his wife a whore – knew the intentions and in this case – had little or no say – and was sure Riaz would fuck Shanti and even maybe make her his permanent concubine maybe right in front of his own eyes – he may fuck her, he was known to have done that with some other wives and their cuckold husbands. 

As soon as they moved to the Colony, the daily tidings became difficult and money started to become an issue and Sridhar requested Riaz for help since the monthly salary was not helping and Shanti offered to work so that there is a helping hand but it was also obvious that she had little in her to do other than the sexy body – Sridhar was not willing to let her try for a job though Riaz offered a job to her at the Bank based on her qualifications – temporary to start with and maybe after a few months it could be converted to permanent. 

Riaz finally got her to work and Sridhar for now was just trying to see how they could manage to make up for the loss of the Rs 6500 which was being deducted as rent towards staying in the Colony which was going to be Rs.11,000 had they stayed on at their own place. Riaz told Sridhar – he could blink an eye on that and let it pass provided some concessions were made by Sridhar – which was not difficult to understand but slightly tough and complicated to implement – provide the sanctum sanctorum of sex bed with Shanti naked on it and Riaz drilling her – moist armpits pussy asshole and of course boobs and lips. Shanti was sex goddess and was ultimate desire of a man's virile hunger. 

On the other hand till her appointment came through on a daily basis, Shanti would do her daily chores right from drying clothes, nursing the small courtyard along with decorating the front walk area delicately with chalk powder. 

She would generally wear simple cotton sarees with a big bindi on her forehead, her nose ring would be sensuous on her face and any sweat – the nose ring would just accentuate its appearance as a bead on her countenance. She always wore a bra and a panty- bra contrasting the colour of the blouse – just to encourage all onlookers to get a brief of her inner wear and sexual overtures. She was aware of her near to immediate calisthenics with Riaz to occur and was looking forward to the dalliance with the circumcised dick sooner – and faster – she was sure to take him in all her holes including the cleavage armpits and the two holes between her legs. 

This attire was responsible for the fuck she received from her lovers till date and including the latest with the brother of her father at Villupuram many times over after the first night fuck which Sridhar's best friends gave her right next to their friend - her useless cuckold husband. 

It seemed like ages back that she had fucked so many including Ratan, Kamesh, Dinesh, her nephews and of course Shivu - now she rarely saw most of them, especially Ratan – who had virtually vanished from her life. These were and many other men in her life post that and in one of those interludes – she learnt the art of taking the prick in her anus. 

There was no doubt in any onlooker that she was a hooker, 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. Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.

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 sense of sexual paradise, in her 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. As days went by – the torment was becoming difficult to bear and Sridhar – was unable to express it openly to Shanti but finally he came to the topic one day and blurted out to Shanti – "I am not able to hide it – but the fact is that Riaz is doing all this because I have a beautiful wife and he wants to fuck you properly. He does this to all employees who have anything better than he has, and all have accepted it without whimper. You know it well – we are facing difficulty. I cannot think of quitting this job – because – will not get another so easily. You have fucked many men and we know you are no chaste pussy – need you to take interest in him and give him the screw of his life – so that we can come out of this issue" 

Shanti looked into his eyes – and told him, "You do not worry. I know how to handle such rogues. You will see results in 15 days. He will not look at another woman once he fucks me"

"You will sleep with him, no please?" the lecher of a cuckold husband was worried. 

"I will do the right thing – but will let you know if I do any of this. I am sure you will not have issues if I do end up sleeping with him and what will you do anyway even if I sleep with him – with your dysfunctional prick which performs where only you know?" she quipped. 

"Uhmm, I cannot say – am not very worried but don't sleep with him if for me only– sleep with him if you like him – that will make things easy and less complicated, I want to see him telling all that you were enjoying him." Sridhar was sly and very smart and did not mince in what he wanted from his wife – who was more of a slut than anything else for him. 

The next morning – she was in the backyard this time – supervising the Cleaning when the neighbor woman arrived with the clothes and utensils and there Shanti noticed Riaz who appeared on their side of the wooden fence and started to peer at both the women, the neighboring woman – and it seemed for a while – he wanted to talk to her. 

It was not to be – and after sometime – went away. " He is a creep, will look at all the women in the Colony and make passes at you – I am scared to go anywhere near when he is around or near his home when he is there- heard he will invariably pinch your buttocks or put his hands around your naked waist if you are wearing a saree. But – is a wonderful ..." and the woman did not compete the sentence. 

Shanti was inquisitive – "What is it?"

"No, Shanti, No nothing to tell – There is nothing Wonderful. "Scared was her response. 

After a while – the neighboring woman crept slowly across the fence and vanished into Riaz's house without informing Shanti – which the lovely lass noticed. She crossed the fence and peeped through the window – and the sight was too much for Shanti – The woman had 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 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, and 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. 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. "Have you told Shanti the woman talking to you about me – I can see her looking at both of us? ", he lovingly enquired of the woman. 

The woman looked at the Window and her eyes froze – Shanti was not able to stand it any more and ran back to her house. She was in a fire and had to quench her desire for the place which the woman was having – and the only way – possible was a cold water bath. 

Shanti returned to her compound and wiped her face with the saree end and waited for a while – to compose her and instead of getting back into her house – determined sneaked back into the action as a Voyeur. She knew the door at the back must be open other wise how would have the woman Radha gone inside? She was right and the door was open and slightly ajar- she entered stealthily and stood a door of the action – the master bedroom. The door was not closed – there was a curtain which covered half the door and gave her ample chance to sneak inside. Her sexual pressure was on a serious high – it was nearly 6 weeks since she had fucked a man after the last time with her cousin father. 

They had deliberately distanced themselves from him – since he had started to get demanding with her – especially when it came to satisfying the lust of his friends, Shivu wanted Shanti to fuck his friends and she was looking forward to it but the price was not right and she was not in a mood to dole out 'free lunches'. 

Radha was on her back – and the saree was in a rumpled state. Her mangalsutra was on her bosom, and the hooks on the blouse were slowly getting pealed off – and right in front of her – the man took blouse off Radha's bosom and was salivating at her boobs," Uhh – you come just once a week and that is not enough. I need you more – you whore. "and he started knead the mammary through her blouse – she was wearing a black bra – the blouse was a white one and the saree was a yellow color - typically color code of a woman in South India. Slowly the saliva dripped from his mouth and started to fall on her bra and in no time the nipples started to jut out – and his fore finger and thumb was on the one belonging to the left boob – and through the bra – she was trembling and he was a man who knew how to take care of women sexually. 

Shanti saw his hands as they moved sensuously up over Radha's stomach to her full, involuntarily throbbing breasts. Slowly but surely he removed the irritating cloth of a bra and threw it towards the door and it landed just in front of Shanti, he started to pinch the brown little buds of her nipples to painful erection, sending shivers of wanted pleasure all through Radha's nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like pin pricks of wonderful sensuality. It was the result of her fear, Shanti thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the desire rising in her own body; it was the emotional shock of being there and watching all this copulation.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her dark dishelmed hair shimmering in the bright illumination of the golden sunlight through the courtyard's window. 

She noticed how well Riaz sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of Radha's vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of her sex. Radha groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic portal of flesh surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her now rhythmically flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive rubbery skin circling her throbbing little asshole.

"Yesssss, oooooh yeeeeesssss," Radha gasped now shamelessly encouraging him as her dark colored curved hips ground down hard into the bed, her whole lower body writhing out of control as whining little animal sounds of rising desire escaped pitifully from between her tightly clenched teeth. 

Riaz labored like a madman between his young captive woman's widely gaping thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against the cheeks of his face. 

He felt a sense of tremendous power he had never imagined possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He actually had this woman as a virginal young beauty squirming under his merciless tongue 2 years ago, loving it, begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the tip of his oral member deeper into the steaming hot crevice of her vagina ... She had just come as a newly married bride and the husband had to part with her as a 'gift' for his promotion and other incentives in the company. And today the power of his cock in her pussy was in anticipation of the exciting and most desirable cunt and ass belonging to the new whore in the block – Shanti Sridhar. 

And now 2 years from then, he still loved fucking her, her sister was the one whom he used to screw but after Radha arrived – the elder sister lost her job both in the house as a housewife and in his bed, shit, this was even better than he had expected and now he wanted to hear her beg for more, to plead for more of the debasement that would undermine her very soul and enslave her completely. Not even the powerful aphrodisiac had fired up the other girls he had seduced to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the fact that the lovely sexy housewife Shanti had no way of knowing that this was only the beginning for her.

She will be the next in the line and unknown to both Radha and Shanti – Riaz knew that the housewife who was a real slut was in the house.

The P&A Manager realized that she was too far gone to resist anything he might plan for her and in his mind he began to luxuriate in the expectations of all the "Parties" and "gang fucks" he would arrange for his business associates, once this lovely Shanti was entrapped and he was going to use Radha – the woman for that.. Shanti wsa going to be naked in all his future plans – and all moist areas offered to his clients for a price – she was an escort material and he would enjoy her completely in all possible ways and methods.

Riaz chuckled obscenely as he felt Radha's slender fingers clawing at his thick hair, trying to grasp his head in a desperately driven effort to guide his male face to the palpitating opening of her naked cunt. He ran his tongue out farther into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged, pinkly throbbing pussy lips. She responded by screwing her loins higher, searching and her hands locked her up thrust groin. He allowed her to force him this time and locked his mouth vice-like over the tight little hole between her now hungrily squirming buttocks.

As his mouth rounded out in a large "O" shape and his lips covered the clasping viscous opening, Riaz thrust his tongue further in, bringing a low guttural moan from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around both sides of his bobbing head. He could feel the wet young cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the young woman's lewdly violated vagina opened and closed spasmodically in a tiny, thirsty sucking motion, trying to pull the maddening scarlet lance deeper and deeper into it. 

It felt as though the hungry nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it alive. Her hands were grasped tightly behind his head to pull him harder against the tiny hard clitoris above, his nose eagerly breathing in the pungent odor of her freely flowing lust juices. The musky aroma of her female arousal incited his cock to a hardness that he could hardly control ... Oh Lord, he was nearing the brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his impatient cum all over his expensive, tailor-made trousers! And tight there at the door of the action, Shanti's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment. 

Every single muscle in her sensual body was tensed to the snapping point as she watched Radha strain her naked vaginal plane upward toward the thrilling wet probe between her trembling thighs. Oh God, Shanti thought, it was more ecstatically exciting than anything she had ever felt or believed could be! She had never realized that sex could be like this watching Radha's up drawn legs squeezed open and shut around the tormenting head fastened hard on her flame-seared hole, milking all she could of the pleasure it gave her.

"Aaaaahhhhh," Radha groaned and the cords of her slender neck flexing as she writhed. The slut Woman splayed her legs even wider to grant him full access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she would virtually rip them off and now, confident that with this level of display Shanti would completely surrender in an enraptured state to him in the next round of this sexual act – to be enacted in her house the next day, which will be a surprise pack for her, Riaz suddenly forced his head from the clutching grip of Radha's hands and stood up beside the bed. 

Radha blinked dizzily at him, totally and agonizingly aware that she had lost his leasure- giving mouth. Sub -consciously, she squirmed and her desperately wanting loins went up in an arch in the air as if someone would magically appear to drench the raw, animal fires that were raging out of control within her hungry loins when Shanti, suddenly realized that her husband's boss was stripping off his clothes, dropping them piece by piece onto the floor at his feet and in less than a minute later, he was standing over Radha, completely naked, his thick pulsing penis jutting out likes a gleaming brown tree trunk from between his hairy legs. 

Shanti stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft of flesh rising with the ominous aspect of a huge pole from beneath Riaz's slightly paunchy belly. Her senses were now so riled that she could barely focus her eyes. The throbbing organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her father's, its broad head huge and spreading out even more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous and hard up inside her body ... She would be split asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use to any man again, whether husband or lover.




Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 04



"What do you think of this, baby? Have you ever seen a cock as big as this before? Let me tell you my darling Radha – I will fuck you longer with this today – provided you carry the load from your dick spewed into your pussy all the way to your neighbor arrogant bitch Shanti and make her eat it out of your pussy, and listen, I want to fuck her after that, you will prepare her for me, I want that bitch under me now as soon as possible – you understand, better understand." he told Radha crudely, his lips curled back in a wicked sneer as he took the massive penis in both hands and waved it obscenely at her joyfully bulging eyes. 

Radha who lay calm under him was surprised by this question- actually this was a double edged sword at Shanti – and only Riaz knew that and under the appalling crudity of his obscene words, Shanti was aghast and sensual at the same time knowing his true feelings–and yet their very lewdness excited her more and more, so that she was at a loss to understand her own reactions to what was happening, she could feel the increasing moisture seeping out her pussy walls and crossed her legs to press them closer together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning madly in the pit of her slim belly. Shanti was burning inside and wanted to rush inside and throw the woman off the bed and take the cock. 

There on the bed, Riaz's fervent licking and sucking of the experienced young vagina had turned Radha's entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve-ends that she was powerless to control. She continued to stare at the impassioned company P & A Manager's hard cock as it grew even larger, soaking up more blood and standing out further and further, a granite-hard pole of flesh that was an inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin under the head. The head itself was purplish, larger in diameter than the base, like a fist at the end of an upraised arm and he was enjoying the insulting effect it was having on Shanti as he pointed the semen-oozing tip directly at her hidden behind the curtain.

Then, as though he had heard her thoughts, he stepped proudly up to the side of the bed and sat down beside Radha, reaching over with both hands to seize her lush breasts and squeeze them together like huge straining grapefruits. She could feel small pin-pricks of a wildly rising sexual excitement racing through the tips of them as he rolled the light-brown ever hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

Shanti tried to turn away, reflexively, not wanting to succumb, to make a last futile stand against the impending surrender of her wifely honor and return to her house, but the pressure of this strong male grip on her mentally and on Radha there on the bed was altogether too much for her in her present state of mind. Nothing mattered but her feelings and she had forgotten about being a proper young housewife, about her husband, father's brother, about everything except the sheer joy of having this middle-aged man's nakedly lusting body sweating hotly against her woman's tingling female flesh, assaulting her and piercing her with his spear soon.

His hands dropped from Radha's bulging dark brown breasts and they went down to the curved young nudity of her hips and trace the lovely full convergence of her sides. Radha felt the hardness of his huge cock against her thigh as he leaned over her, his hands busy with their manipulations of her lower belly and his hot mouth now clamped over one breast, sucking and pulling at it, frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at the erect bud-like nipple.

"Now do you want it? Now do you want some stiff prick shoved in your madam next door?" he asked harshly, his voice sharp and rasping, glorying in making the sensual young wife hidden behind the curtain of one of his employees listen to their crudeness.

"Oh ... yes but I ... I'm afraid, Shanti could be difficult?" the beautiful young woman responded innocently, unaware that her very helplessness served only to excite him more on how to reach out to Shanti, he knew that she was raging inside behind the curtain, that her body was exploding with desire from what was going on in the Bedroom and the aphrodisiac she would trustingly swallow once Radha gets her to eat her pussy. 

Behind the curtain, despite her real fear, Shanti could not tear her hot gaze from the indecent sight of his enormous cock and as she watched, it jerked slightly higher, causing her to shiver and blush reflexively as she despised herself for the surges of base desire that made her ache to have him sunk deep up inside her eagerly waiting body but for now had to watch him fuck Radha. 

In a remote corner of her mind, Shanti kept repeating over and over to herself that she only wanted this burly man, a man who was probably old enough to be her Uncle or elder brother, because she had no choice but to appease him for fear of her husband losing his incentives and perks. But even she knew in the foremost part of her consciousness that it was only an excuse to her and that sheer sexual craving was the real force behind everything she was experiencing. Erotic tremors ran up her back at the sight of his fully erect prick standing out from his virile loins like a massive cobra whose head fanned out menacingly at the end of its pulsing length. God, it was huge she marveled, unable to take her eyes from the tremendous fleshy length.

"Yes ... I want it," Shanti finally murmured to herself training her smoky, desire-clouded eyes for a moment on their copulation as she faced the man who was now hoisted on his haunches as he feasted on Radha's breasts, now flushed and swollen from the mauling of his mouth. 

Was it telepathy or some clairvoyance but Shanti could feel that the candor of her self confession seemed to have reached him and was delighting him and he seemed to be wasting no time as he lifted himself from Radha, grasping her shoulders to move her into a better position, length-wise, on the soft mattress. 

Using her huge, firmly brown breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight along the length of her body squashing her down into the sofa. He came to rest directly between her helplessly pulsating legs, forcing them wider apart with his own thick hairy thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take the long hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery tip to part the wet fleshy lips of her now voracious demanding pussy. 

She flung her head to one side on the cushions, closing her eyes and groaning in mingled excitement and despair as she felt its first hot startling contact against the ragged pink edges of her moistly glistening cunt. 

Shanti held her breath for what seemed an eternity, watching Radha lying there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe or move. "Oooooh, God, hurry!" she finally moaned, no longer caring whether they can hear or not at he thought of Radha for allowing this indecent attack on her young, desirable body. But then he pushed forward, splitting Radha's cunt lips wider, and it was Shanti who felt the first wave of pain from the cruel pressure of his inhumanely huge cock on the tender outer walls of Radha's pussy.

"Oh, nooooo, waaaaiiiit–it's too big!" Shanti cried internally as the thick tip slipped further in, stretching wide the tiny, hair- fringed entrance until Radha felt as if her abdomen were splitting wide-apart from the relentless outward force of his merciless

probing.

Shanti felt like crying loudly, "Stop, please, for God's sake, you're hurting her, you're hurting her!" She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that they were oblivious to her emotions and obviously had not even heard her and were lost in the perverted delight of conjugating their bodies and suddenly his no longer handsome but now lustfully staring face twisted into a contorted expression of sheer animal desire as he looked down at the sensual woman lying spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his large virile penis disappearing inch by inch into the soft, black curling hair of her pussy. 

He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly back against her heaving lungs as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into cunt like a driving clutch and pushing the delicate moist flesh of her cuntal walls before it in helplessly rippling waves. There was no stopping him and he rammed on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his sperm inflated balls smacked loudly against the wide held cheeks of her naked buttocks. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Radha wailed in delight and softly screamed beneath him. 

She had never been so utterly filled in her life either by him or someone else and she understood that he was fantasizing about Shanti and his bone-hard, heavily- veined cock felt as though it had ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds as he slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender insides. And now it laid sunk deep in her belly, filling it to the point of bursting. 

There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her young pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a great spike planted heartlessly in its victim's stomach.

"How's that, how will your Madam Mrs. Shanti take this?" he tormented, feeling her insides opening to receive him deep in Radha's womb. Shanti was whimpering and pleading to herself desperately now as she thought of her own time to come with this lusty man while he began to fuck ruthlessly into Radha, gritting his teeth with lust and luxuriating in his awareness that she was compulsively following him, beginning to hump in wild, spasmodic jerks beneath him. 

Radha groaned as if in anguish, shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around his neck, pulling his solid well-defined chest into the velvety softness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix until she felt as though it would tear up into her internals. 

Shanti's mouth moved against her will, opening and closing in response to each stroke of his cock in Radha's pussy, her shining dark brown hair flowing out behind the curtain and fanning like silken threads, glinting subtle highlights of glitter as her head rose and fell with her movements. There was nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment as Riaz fucked Radha like a savage to end it for both of them.

"Oh, yes, oh yesssss," finally Radha breathed without thought of shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering pleasure that had replaced the initial pain of his impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her sides and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass, jerking them up off the cushions to gain better access to the moist wet hole of her cunt. 

Then, pressing further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees and forced her legs up off the couch, wide, and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders until her toes pressed painfully into the leather on either side of her head. Her luxurious body was bent back double, jack-knifed, the stress on her painfully strained muscles almost causing her to beg for mercy. 

The whole of her wetly glistening groin was opened to him as he increased the power of his thrusts, driving in with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes, cramming the very last inch of his cock into her with thundering lust, until fresh ecstatic moans fell from her lips, resounding through the office like the cries of a wounded beast. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back, fixing hypnotically on the ceiling above the rhythmically groaning bed.

He sweated above her, driving with longer smoother strokes into the hotly steaming passage up between her drawn back thighs as her long tapered nails clawed frantically at him, pulling him wildly into her. Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her hungrily clasping young vagina on the back stroke, then thrust forward again into her uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of his testicles against the unprotected crevice of her anus. 

Juicy wet smacking sounds filled the office with each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their hoarse breathing and the rhythmic lurching squeaks of their naked, sweat-soaked flesh on the soft bed.

Riaz placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself so that he could watch the young woman's exquisitely beautiful face. 

It was something he did not want to miss, the sexy surrender of this smooth, soft-bodied young woman who had bounced so innocently into him just a few years ago. 

Well, she was bringing another sexy housewife – Shanti to life this afternoon and he could think of nothing nicer than having Shanti's hot cunt at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He yearned to hear her sharp gasps of pleasure as he will fuck heavily into her, skewering her, and she would love it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on with every lunge and shout "Oh, God, fill me, fill me! Give me more!" she would beg, gasping as if she were close to death.

He came out of that reverie around Shanti and was back to the woman, "You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any other whore?" he demanded, ramming harder into her for emphasis.

"You're going to be my little whore, aren't you?" he spat at Radha – all the while conveying the message to Shanti behind the curtain.

"Whore?" Radha faltered for a moment, not certain that she understood what he was saying to her. Then she realized that it was true–she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and was now no better than a slut from the street. No, she would never be the same again.

Just then, though, he decided to complete his conquest and "Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," he growled as he deliberately slowed his stroking movements and teasingly ran his massive length only half-way into her, "Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my cum up into your snooty little cunt?"

"Oh yes, pleeeeease!" the voluptuous woman gasped, her body completely drenched in sweat and completely pinned and naked under his male weight. The thought of begging him to drive the huge cock into her and empty his sperm-laden balls into her belly was a great feeling, and she was beyond caring now and yearned only for her own climax, now so close.

"I ... I want It." she said, "Oh, please, for God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Shoot you're cum in my cunt!"

Grunting with approval of her submission, the older, heavily sweating man increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding hard and deep into her so that his rigidly hard cock bored far up into the hidden recesses of her swaying young belly. Her naked breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his sweating chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat.

"Oh, ooooohhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cumming ... I'm cummmmming nowwwww!" Radha suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring, sweat slackened torso. 

Her passion-imprisoned body heaved and she held on to him desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his sShift hard driving cock. It trickled hotly down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, soaking his heavily slapping balls and the two fingers buried all the way to the hilt up in her tiny puckered rectum.

He felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her hotly seething little cunt working and sucking at his imbedded, marble- hard prick as though trying to milk him dry. 

Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps and he frantically withdrew to thrust deep in again, feeling his own hot boiling sperm suddenly race up from his balls, jetting from the tip of his heavily throbbing cock and far on up into her soft quivering belly.

"Oh, Radha, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down at her. "Here, let me pull it out and you hold the stuff to feed your madam right after this, I am sure she will be waiting."

Radha smiled in satisfaction and held the pussy lips disallowing the jism to creep out, and after ten minutes slowly got up to put her clothes on. 

Meanwhile, Shanti had quietly left the place and upon reaching her house, laid on the bed, closed her eyes to the sight of his lewd grin and quivered slightly as she started to think how it would feel to have him lift his hips, slipping his now- soft penis into her cunt shortly.

A cool rush of fresh air flowed over her loins thinking of the roll her body was to receive, by his lowering his dick into her pussy, and she heaved a long sigh of anguished relief in a fear of anticipation.

She knew what and who was coming – Radha with his load between her legs.



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 05



Shanti returned to her house and waited for the bitchy neighborhood woman to come to her house, she was intrigued what was going to be the trigger for Radha to come to her house – she was too horny to think of anything around this anyways and wanted to remain positive. 

She tried sleeping – did not work and finally crawled out of bed in the house and went into the bathroom. The shower would put her in better spirits, then she would go downstairs and get acquainted with her new look woman, she thought. She stripped to her bare skin and wondered – why a bath before the sexual act – but well – she wanted to take a bath. She wanted to masturbate so naked, she walked back into the bedroom, the bed still looked cozy, and she had nothing better to do other than to face the odd woman. Back in bed she stretched lazily. 

It felt strange to be completely nude under the sheets. 

Somehow it made the bed feel so deliciously comfortable to her. 

She lay there for a while half dozing and thinking of the sex she had witnessed a while ago in the neighborhood and she wanted him and her both, but she didn't really know what to do, or how to react and the more she thought, the more she felt incredibly rosy and horny all over. Even her full breasts felt busty and meaty and as the sheet slipped across her taut nipples, she realized that she was fantastically horny. She wanted sex, but her fantasy stud was not available.

Shanti drew her hands across her body as she squeezed wickedly at the nipple on her left boob, and saw the fleshy nipple rise up erect at the end. She licked her lips, and prepared to experiment some more. She drew her body out long, and felt the sheet slide across her belly, and across her luscious mounds of breast. Then she drew the sheet between her legs. She gasped at the feet of the lustrous fabric as it slid between her thighs, and into her unused pussy. She spread her legs, and drew the sheet again through the dense folds of her cunt.

The sensation was overwhelming to her. The sheet was slick and cool and it slid across the moist soft lips of her pussy like a breeze. Shanti put her legs up into the air, and she lightly drew the sheet back and forth through her crotch, gently playing with herself and she increased the pace, and stroked her pussy with harder strokes of the sheet. She began to breathe more heavily, and she felt her snatch warming inside as it grew damp. Soon she found that her cunt was virtually steaming with the response to her little game while she moaned lightly and began to hump her hips on the bed.

She was wild to fuck! But there was nobody to fuck!

The material of the sheet between her legs clung and slid alternatively, setting up a burning friction over the gates of her steaming cunt, she spread her thighs wider and bent her knees more to dip down and open the silky petals to the tough of the sheet. It slid inside them and teased at the sensitive tissues rimming the mouth of her vagina. She moaned lightly as she felt the ball of sensitive nerve endings at the top of her clit awaken and sprout like a small cock. 

The little bud surged forward into the cupping grooves of the sheet. 

A change overtook her demure – lily like features as her passion ounted and she quickly sprang from the bed and searched through her suitcase for the black nylon panties that still had the stain of her last lover's premature ejaculation blotched on them and she slipped her long slender legs into them and pulled them up over her thighs and now glancing into the mirror on the huge dressing table, she studied her sensuous body.

Pulling at the black brief panties, she was able to slide the thin soft material into the valley left by the sheets. She watched her own soft red lips go slack and her eyes hood over. The halo of black translucent hair swam luxuriantly around her shoulders and face. Her full breasts pumped up and down, the nipples tingling from the excitement she was bringing on herself. As if by it, her thumb began creeping down inside her nylon panties. 

The material was tightly bunched in her fists, one in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with light touches over her burning skin she sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through her, and her resolve started crumbling to pieces. 

She wondered what difference one small bit of self-indulgence would matter now - what harm there would be in slipping her thumb inside her cunt and letting the release she'd been holding back so long flow through her. Shanti's face twisted in agony, and she damned herself for having started playing around.

She sucked her belly in, and watched as it rolled, with the hole of her navel bobbing in the soft surface of her skin. For a moment Shanti studied her body. Her tits were full and beautifully shaped. The way they hung on her chest . . . her full brown nipples standing out pertly.

She dropped her panties, and stepped out of them and now nude she spread her legs wantonly and bent a fraction while her black bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paint brush dipped in molten coal. Shanti didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy and it was unbelievable, never had she felt this way before, but then never had she been in bed with a man before who was circumcised, especially one who had left her completely satisfied except for Suhas the elder lover of her mother who broke through her hymen.

She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her brown red cuntlips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the nipples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something. 

Shanti was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it and tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her while her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower. She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as her hand continued downward. 

It reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch as though it had a mind of its own. 

Shanti's finger parted the pubes on its silky path. 

She let the manual digit move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip while jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and her buttocks trembled and her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed. Shanti's finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight and she could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of her finger, but her pussy hungered for more while she tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.

At last the teasing came to an end and she couldn't hold back any longer while her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come before it was time for her to, and then she was also afraid she would come. She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Certainly she had never played with herself before.

She moved over toward the bed, trying to keep her finger buried in her pussy as she did so. She lay flat and drew her knees up, spreading her legs widely. She looked down the curving length of her flat belly and lovely sweat laden navel zeroing at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the mirror and the sight thrilled her.Her breathing was fast now and when she rapidly dug her finger in and out of its wet passageway she moaned loudly.

"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned again in a soft whisper over and over again. "So good.So . . . good!

Suddenly her ass lifted and made her cunt quiver shamelessly below her finger. She clutched at the bed with her other hand and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further soaring heights.

But as one shock after another shot through her, she knew she was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty screams had become a song, telling the world that she was alive and happy.

How long she lay she didn't know. It was as if she had been asleep for a long time and had awakened completely fresh and free! Oh God, free!

Then reality hit! Before she could think another thought a light rap sounded at the door.

She grabbed the housecoat – rarely used, presented to her by her sister (Sridhar's eldest brother's wife). They were in Chennai and he was working in Brittania – in a very senior position. With nothing beneath the garment and just in that tied around her wonderful body – Shanti reached for the door and was expectantly facing Radha – the cute and just well fucked woman. Shanti was wondering how she took so long to come – then realized – it must have been to do with the after effects and some other domestic chores. 

"So what brings you here – I thought your job got over in the morning" Shanti was going to make this last. She was not going to make it as easy as Riaz would like to be and not with her – obviously now that she had made up her mind to get him in her bed – she was going to do it at her terms and not cave in easily. She would make it real seduction and as much he would like to cross using Radha as a bridge – so was the plan up Shanti's sleeve. 

Radha – glanced a seductive look at Shanti and reached out for the Olive oil bottle lying on the dressing table and opened it – poured s few drops on to her palm and started to rub it on her feet and slowly slipped on the couch in the living room – rubbing the oil along the ankle and in the process lifting the saree till it reached the knees – the two stumps looked extremely sexy – with the oil just adding the shimmer to the display. 

"Are you done – why are you wasting the oil and how come you are on the couch?" Shanti was not going to give in. 

Radha gave a naughty wink and ran her tongue over her lips multiple times in an oval fashion – "I want you madam, need you, you are very sexy. I know you also want me. ", and she lifted the saree right up to her waist and in the process – the petticoat also got folded up leaving a decent rumple at the midriff. Slowly – she spread her legs and revealed the exciting V – the piece which had taken all the action a while ago to which the damsel of this house was a strange witness. 

The Slut of a woman – slowly parted the pussy lips which were neatly shaved and properly groomed, and lo behold – the sticky gooey cum of both the participants was looming and facing Shanti – right there. She could see the deposits clearly – all the output of the exercise to which she had cleverly been a spy – was all there. Shanti was sweating and did not know how to react. The housecoat belt slipped and the garment opened up right there putting her in an awkward nude state – and the bell rang. Quickly – tying the belt around – she reached for the door and peeped through the window – next to the door, Riaz was standing there in his pajamas and a tee shirt. 

She did not know what to do – Radha was in the dishelmed state and had done nothing to cover herself. Her saree was up to her waist and slowly as if to make her more troubled – started to unbutton the blouse. There was no bra like there was no panty. Radha was going all the way. She was in for the kill. Shanti was still in repose when the bell rang again – this time two times in succession. 

She opened the door – and before a word could be spoken, he barged in and closed the door instantly – the triad was complete and it was all left to one's imagination as to what was to follow. It was a very interesting and extremely exciting phase for all the three of them, with Shanti getting into a nervous state not knowing how to take this intrusion and the lewd display – both at the same time. 

Riaz came close to her – " Do you know it is bad manners to spy on two consenting adults – especially when one of them is your husband's Boss?" and he held her chin up and pulled her hair down fiercely with the other hand – and looked dangerous peering into her eyes. 

He cast an eye on the woman and took Shanti by the hair in his hands to the couch and sat on the other side of Radha and slowly but surely pushed Shanti's lovely nose ringed face towards the pussy- the well laved pussy with the man's muck and now the olive juice. She was made to sniff the pussy and slowly the face was inched towards the grotto and pulled back. This was a torment she did not want to go through. 

"You want me to fuck you" he demanded.

Shanti nodded her head. "Then you have to suck that goddamn pussy and there should be no hesitation." He snarled at her. The slut was in no position to say no – she desired his fuck, she was mesmerized and a nympho like her could hardly say no – to a virile cock that he possessed. 

Radha was sure that the bitch will resist and take him headlong – but all were for a surprise. The darling – she was – just grinned a wry smile and looked up into his eyes and slowly shook his hands off her hair and took hold of the stumps between which lay the pussy. 

Radha was thrilled, she had the mistress between her legs. 

Radha stroked her pussy lightly, stirring up her hot juices, soaking her fingers in her hot liquids. "Did you like the way Riaz and I fucked?" she asked Shanti. "Have you ever tasted a woman's juices?"

"No ... I rather wished me in your place, now let me taste yours, Radha ... let me taste your pussy," Shanti beckoned.

"Here," Radha responded, presenting her juice-drenched fingers to Shanti. "Lick my juices off my fingers," she instructed. Shanti complied, licking at Radha's wet hand, clutching it, running her tongue over every finger then sucking each one of them into her mouth. "Uummmmm ... you taste so good," she gasped between licks. Radha pulled her hand away again and returned it to her cuntal opening, soaking it again in her juices and enjoying Shanti's hungry stare as she did so.

"Let me lick your pussy ... let me taste ... let me kiss it," Shanti repeated.

"Just do what I tell you," Radha commanded gently but firmly," then I'll let you lick my cunt." She pulled her wet, sticky fingers out of her hole and angled her hips up higher so that Shanti had a complete view of her spread crotch. She pushed her fingers into her asshole, closing her eyes and gasping from the powerful feeling as she slowly kneaded them in and out of the tight hole.

"I'll let you lick my asshole, too, the jism has leaked there and Riaz is there too, am sure you will love to taste him there" she said lustfully, watching Shanti's entranced gaze as she stretched her hole in ever- widening circles with her wet fingers.

"Taste them again, baby," she instructed as she pulled out her finger and once more held them invitingly in front of Shanti's face. 

Shanti was even more passionate this time in her licking and sucking of Radha's wet, fragrant fingers. 

She devoured every drop of Radha's juices mingled with Riaz's cum, inflamed by the combined taste of Radha's sweet and musky asshole and pussy.

Radha reached now for Shanti's pussy through the housecoat and buried two of her slim fingers in the tight, young opening. 

Shanti moaned loudly as Radha stroked the hole rapidly, stimulating her flow of fuck-fluids. Withdrawing her fingers, she spread Shanti's juice over the large, erect nipple of one of her own luscious tits. 

Cupping the juicy tit in her hands, held it toward Shanti's mouth. "Lick my nipple," she instructed, her voice quivering with lust. "Taste your own pussy ... taste it ... suck it!"

Shanti eagerly obeyed, mouthing Radha's sharp nipple hungrily, noisily sucking her own sweet juices from Radha's tit.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... that's good ... suck it, baby, suck it!"

Radha gazed lovingly at Shanti's young, sensual face, flushed with excitement at the taste of her own love juices and Radha's fat nipple.

Radha pulled her foot up level with Shanti's open twat and began to rub and caress the open, wet lips with her smooth, sensitive toes.

Shanti sighed deeply, leaning back against the couch, grasped Radha's warm foot in her hands and rubbed her toes harder against

her aching pussy-flesh.

"Stick my toes in your cunt," Radha gasped, loving the feeling of hot, wet cunt-lips against her tender foot. "Fuck yourself with my toes!" 

Holding Radha's foot with both hands, Shanti began to probe into her cunt-hole with Radha's big toe, stroking it in and out of her hot slit feverishly. 

Shanti moaned with pleasure at the penetration into her pussy, and Radha felt the warm, wetness of her juices covering her foot.

"Now in your ass ... fuck your asshole," Radha ordered, watching with delight as Shanti obeyed. 

She felt Shanti's tight asshole open easily as her big toe pressed against its puckered opening. She was amazed and excited by the ease with which the rosy pink hole accepted the penetration. She panted with lust as she watched Shanti jerk her ass-cheeks back and forth shamelessly, luxuriating in the feeling.

"Suck my toes ... lick them ... lick your juice," she commanded breathlessly, pulling her toe from Shanti's tight asshole and moving her foot towards her mouth. Shanti hungrily devoured her own juices. She lapped and slurped hungrily at Radha's lovely toes, sucking them into her mouth and tantalizing them with her tongue.

"Uuuuummmmm ... you're so good, baby," she sighed as Shanti continued with her sucking. "You can suck my pussy now. Put your head between my legs," she ordered, "but keep your ass up here by me." She guided Shanti's head to her crotch and positioned her so that her head was pointing downward between Radha's thighs and her knees rested beside Radha, her ass high in the air and spread wide open to Radha's touch.

"Just take my clit between your lips," she said hoarsely, her voice thick and breathless with lust. She felt Shanti's hot mouth encircle her clit, sending shivers through her loins. 

"That's right ... just holding it with your lips ... flick it ... flick it with your tongue!" she cried as Shanti's hot, quick tongue sent shivers of delight throughout her entire body.

Savoring the exquisite sensation of her clit trapped and vibrating in Shanti's mouth, Radha turned to Shanti's lovely ass beside her. She spread the smooth young cheeks even wider with her hands and gazed greedily at the lovely sight. 

Shanti's black, soft pubic hair covered the fat pouch of her pussy. The inner lips of her pussy protruded slightly from the red-haired outer folds of flesh, her clit sticking out red and swollen. Love-juice oozed from the brown flesh at the mouth of her cunt, musky and enticing. Her asshole was hot pink in color and puckered tightly, just waiting to be licked.

"Keep flicking it like that ... uuummmmmm ... that's right, baby," Radha moaned as she continued to relish the sensation of her new lover's mouth tantalizing her clit. She began to teasingly play with Shanti's pussy. 

She ran her fingertip along the edge of the slick inner lips, then pressed her finger between the fat lips and stroked it up and down through the humid valley of her cunt. 

She poked the mouth of Shanti's cuntal opening provocatively with her fingertip, eliciting deep, muffled groans from Shanti. She plunged her fingers deep into the hot, fleshy hole, watching the way the hungry cuntal passage sucked her fingers inside and gripped them tightly. 




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Stroking and stretching the soft folds of pussy-flesh for a few moments, she withdrew and gently plucked at Shanti's throbbing clit, stroking it the way she would stroke her own. 

As Shanti's groans increased with each new move Radha's fingers made, her ass began to jerk hungrily, wanting more and more stimulation. Shanti began to remove her mouth from Radha's clit. "Keep sucking!" Radha commanded, enjoying her power to control Shanti and to have her hold her clit so excitingly in her mouth. 

She continued to tease Shanti's pussy as she luxuriated in the feeling of her clit throbbing and warm inside Shanti's mouth, being caressed by her lips and lightly flicked with her hot tongue. Departing from pulling and stroking Shanti's clit, Radha turned her attention to Shanti's wrinkled asshole as it now flexed with hunger and excitement. 

She plunged her fingers deep into the hot opening, again amazed at the way it stretched almost as easily as did her cunt-hole. 

She fucked her fingers in and out rapidly before finally giving in to her desire to suck and lick Shanti's luscious pink cunt-flesh.

She pulled Shanti's thigh across herself, straddling Shanti's spread ass-cheeks over her tits. With a lusty sigh, she began to devour the sweet teenage flesh with her voracious lips and tongue. Pulling her smooth ass-cheeks closer, her movements became wilder and more passionate as Shanti began to stroke her own tongue up and down through Radha's dripping slit. Their actions became more and more frenzied as each woman drove the other to higher peaks of lust and animal desire. 

Radha felt herself being completely overwhelmed by tremendous sexual power. Their moans became sharp gasps of pleasure and ecstasy as their mutual sucking and licking took on a fevered pace. Their bodies bucked and writhed against each other in total abandon as their pleasure began to peak. 

And the Manager called Riaz saw it all!



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Finally, he lifted the swell slut called Shanti and made her raise the hands to fold them behind her head – and release the housecoat, it fell on the floor leaving Riaz to stare into her arm pits oozing sweat and grime already deposited, but of course well waxed and shaven. " Want to lick them – " Shanti was discreet and direct, which hit Riaz purely on his lustful arousal and he lost little time in releasing her hair and taking hold of her waist while the other hand held her right breast – his mouth descended on the left arm pit and he started the game. 

Riaz could not believe the soft perfection of her skin. 

She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Riaz!" and stayed obligingly straight. 

Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the brown black nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers. 

His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks. 

She was divine, she smelled divine even with all the sweat and grime and slut written all over her countenance and body, pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Riaz gently pushed his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he knew would bring him pleasure within a few moments and he found her anus, that tiny, puckered, hole with its brownish halo, and he held her ass cheeks apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm breath across it. 

She had sprayed nice scent over it post her bath and across the anus and vagina – she would be still holding the fragrance, and just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia. 

When he lifted her upper thigh, the moist, reddish lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not refrain from running one of his thick, strong fingers directly through that opening and deeply into the warm, feminine channel beyond, feeling the tight, silky passage gripping him instinctively. 

He shuttled his finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, and the juices flowed and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically lifting her leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.

Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered his name once again. Riaz laughed to himself that his would be the cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy and man, what a husband to have – whose wife he was going to romp home with now, his plans were clear, after this fuck Shanti will be the packed house box office product for all his contacts and that will begin with his immediate boss, Roger Fernandes.

He began to stroke his big penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge brown burger growing from his loins and before Radha's stupefied eyes the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole which in the end was blooming and oozing clearer, viscous liquid. 

He lifted her in his hands and carried her upstairs to the Bedroom. Turning around – he winked at Radha – who quickly got up from the couch and followed them. 

He laid her on the sprawling bed across so that he could get easy access to the lust of his life – the pussy and the anus. 

She looked into the mirror and saw the monster of pleasure standing tall and excited under her mouth, and she cried out, "No!" before he shoved her head down, filling her mouth full with the wonder of his hard pulsating flesh. 

But, it was too new, too fast, and she lifted her head, eased the head of his cock from her mouth, and he understood and moved her back alongside him. He kissed her mouth, then her breasts, then moving down her body, her stomach, and spread her legs, kissed and bit her thighs until she thought she would be consumed by the flames of her own burning self. 

He slowly but surely spread her cuntal lips with his fingers and probed the soft hair-lined pinkness of her vagina with his tongue. He moved the clitoris back, then forward and then shoved his tongue into her, causing her to buck upwards, grinding the wetness of her naked loins towards his face. He stopped, abruptly, and crawled up on top of her.

He quickly reached for the honey bottle in his shirt pocket which he carried with him for a special occasion, and that was to start now. 

He applied a few drops of the honey on the tip of penis and rubbed it all over the head and the phallus and took it near her face and ran it over her upper lip and nose and asked her deep inhale the cock's circumcised fragrance. 

Shanti was intoxicated and right after that – he started to add more of the honey on the prick and turned around to Radha, "Get the Champagne bottle in the bag down below, quick, double up" he commanded. 

After she had sucked his cock and balls thoroughly and enjoyed the thrill of knowing the two parts of the instrument of pleasure for her pussy relatively well – she was now made to take the pleasure liquid – the champagne – which Riaz slowly but surely poured over the cock and offered it to the damsel. 

The lovely creature – fair but wheatish with a figure of a divine apsara was beholden with lust on this downpour of sexual assault of a different style and she looked into his red hot eyes and smiled at him, held both the hands up and stretched them either way and fell on the bed once again, "You were to suck these 2 cavities, am waiting for you to do it sooner before I have another orgasm" she stunned him with her expression and statement. 

Riaz had not found a woman speaking like this till date and this was pure lust and abandonment of fear and shame actually making her talk, which made his cock tighter and rigid up and down. He once again held her hair and beckoned Radha to crawl near to the edge and asked the woman to start pouring the champagne drop by drop into the left armpit and his mouth went to the crevice.

The act lasted 10 minutes and he cleared off the two armpits completely and was lost in the reverie of the exotic lust and erotic delight he experienced and also imparted to the slut.

He could clear see the impact it delivered by just this act and she was so willing. She left him to do the way he wanted with both the armpits. "You need to ensure you also shave – and not just wax, I want to feel some coarse ness. This is too smooth. 

I need to have some friction" and started to jab his tongue back and slowly but surely rolled the tongue down and descended on to the boobs.

He laved the honey on both the mammary lavishly and sucked the nipples with all gusto and ravenous he was, but more than being vicariously a beast, he was a stylist when it came to satisfy a woman which Shanti had come to terms with while witnessing the reaming he was giving Radha earlier during the day.

As he sucked the boobs – he also did another erotically unique thing by lifting the bottle and pouring the liquid straight down her gullet, the scene was a masterpiece and had Radha kneel just below the gush to catch a few drops if they had to fall away from the targeted orifice.

The day was going to be long and Shanti had completely forgotten about her husband in all this – and just when the heat was on and things were peaking, the door bell rang. "It must be Sridhar, my husband. I need to tell him something, he will be very upset" Shanti looked confused and worried. 

"Radha, there is nothing to hide, wear the housecoat, and go down, tell him clearly that I am inside and he can quietly have his lunch and go back to Work. 

Help him with what all he needs." Riaz made his remark and that was too much of a punch for one day – which the poor husband was any way not going to digest. 

But that was the communication. Shanti was in the bedroom and the husband had to know that and also go through the ignominy of taking lunch when she was satisfying the boss in his own bedroom. 

Radha did what she was told to do; Anand had his Lunch and quietly left the place. When he came out, the neighbors were all staring at him but nobody had the guts to ask him anything, they all knew what was going on in his house, Shanti his wife was getting reamed by Riaz. 

He took her hand in his and guided it to his throbbing prick. Shanti felt the hardness that her hand could never completely encompass, and

another thrill went through her, surging from her hand to her breasts to her contracting vaginal walls, wave after wave of it, rippling salaciously against her insides. 

She tried to move onto him, wanted to guide the pulsating hardness into her vagina, but he wouldn't permit it.

He moved her head away from his, then toward his chest. She nibbled at his nipples, which were so very strange, so different from her own? prominent ones, so much so that they almost weren't there, then he moved her head down his stomach, and taking a handful of hair, lifted her head and gently levered her mouth to the head of his prick.

She was half wild with desire and lust now and clawed into his back, bit his lips, sucked his tongue then pleaded, "Please, Riaz, Now!"

"Now what?" he asked, breathing hotly into the hollow of her neck.

"Do it to me," she begged, grinding her hips in lewd invitation beneath him.

"Do what to you?" he teased, delighting in her agony.

"Take me, Riaz, please darling." She implored, clasping his buttocks in her hands and trying to pull him into her.

"That's not what you mean, Shanti. Say what you mean," he whispered moving gently and pressing his hardened penis into her stomach.

"Please! Please, Riaz!"

"Say it, baby, just say it and its yours," he repeated, still pressing his hardened cock into her stomach, the secreting seminal fluid rubbing wetly into her flesh. "Ask me to fuck you."

"Oh, yes, please, Riaz. Do it ... please!" she moaned under him, moving, wanting him inside her more than she could ever have believed that she would want anything.

"Then ask me. Ask me to fuck you," he teased again, bearing down and flexing his hardness into her stomach.

"Fuc ... do it ... ah ... fuck ... fuck me, please, darling," she moaned rising to meet his every movement.

"Keep saying it, baby," Riaz demanded, raising his hips slightly and moving down so that he was pressed tight between her open legs. 

Shanti groaned as she felt the huge head of his prick touch her soft eager cunt lips and tried to spread her thighs wider to suck it in to her but he cruelly pulled back. "Say it, Shanti, beg me, baby."

"Fuck me! Please! Fuck ... ahh ...!" She felt the pulsating head sliding wetly into her cunt, barely, and again she tried to move up, to swallow it all the way in her but again he drew back, letting her have only what he wished her to have. She couldn't stand it. She had to have him in her, all the way, all at once!

"FUCK ME!" she screamed, clawing at his back. She was awarded with more of him, but not enough. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME!" she pleaded until all of him was there, wedged into her, all of her filled and the bigness of the head of his prick pushed deep up in her burning belly.

She ground against him and came almost immediately, in sudden jolting explosions, her orgiastic secretions flowing out against him, bursting around the large pistoning head of his prick.

"Oooooh, Mmmmm, Aaaaaaah, darling, I'm ... I'm cumming, God, I'm cummmmming," she groaned out her orgasm and then relaxed, exhaustion replacing the bursting dam inside her.

Her new lover stilled his thrust and waited until he could feel the contracting walls of her cunt slowly throb to a halt and then began to move again, out, then slowly in, the sensations of his hard prick against the walls of her vagina slowly exciting her again, until suddenly she was responding once more, with him, her fingers dug into his buttocks, slamming him into her with all her might and slapping into the flesh of his stomach with her own.

She felt a change within him as she labored beneath him, a growing and quickened throbbing of his deep implanted prick and then her own feeling surged within herself. 

Riaz took her legs in his arms and bent her knees back over her shoulders and her attention was arrested by their obscene reflection in the mirror.

She gasped at the dark brown flanges, the hair-lined tightness of the soft protective folds of flesh around her cunt, drawing back with each out stroke and being pushed in again as Riaz thrust forward into her with the hammer-like rhythm he had begun.

She moved under him, wanting all of it deep within her, and gasped when he shoved further into her; she had thought that there was no greater depth of her than he had already reached. She watched his piston cock, sinking wet and glistening, deep into the tight, clasping lips of her pussy as often as she could, and clutched and screamed and cried under his power, and felt him impale her solidly, and he raised his head slightly and shoved into her and started short quick strokes that brought her to another climax along with him and he shrieked and she moaned and then he rested on top of her, his cock still embedded within her, hard as ever, filling her, the hot juices spewed from it oozing out warmly and thickly against the walls of her vagina, squeezing over each ridge of her. 

She rubbed his back and fingered his hair and studied his muscular buttocks with her legs locked around them in the mirror. 

She had never felt so good in her life, she told herself, so she closed her eyes and enjoyed to the fullest her every adulterous sensation, her belly filled with the warm wet sperm of his satisfaction. 

She opened her eyes again and looked at him as he started to withdraw from her. He smiled into her face, then his prick slipped moistly out of her cunt with a wet, sucking sound and he raised himself slightly and placed it on her stomach and then lay on top of it, on top of her, and moved his hands under her head and kissed her gently, lazily, and rested his head alongside hers.

Riaz's smooth body glistened with sweat. His chest was wide and deep, his dark torso hard and hairless. 

He closed his eyes and groaned loudly, his hips grinding down hard as though he intended to drive his entire being into the beautiful flesh of the woman who lay gasping beneath him.

Shanti's stunningly beautiful face was turned to one side, her lovely eyes closed and her lips parted in passion. Her breasts were swollen and hard, her nipples erect. 

The lust-heat was overpowering. Her body flamed with lust. The soft, well-sprung bed on which they lay bounced and bucked with her lover's heavy, insistent rhythm. Riaz's penis was big, about nine-and-a-half inches long, over two inches around with a bulging, gorged cock-head and heavy balls. 

They swung at her cunt-lips and buttocks and thighs as he moved faster and faster, gasping and grunting like a rutting dog. His penis glistened with their juices. 

His cock distended her cunt-lips wide open, and raked her inflamed clitoris as it rasped and squelched into her cunt again and again. 

He skewered her deeply, running his cock-sword into her cunt-sheath repeatedly with a wicked roll of his taut hips. 

She moaned and gasped, her body jerking and snapping back and forth on the bed, her breasts jiggling with his thrusts. 

She squeezed them and moaned thickly.

"OHHHHh uhhhh OHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHHHH uhhh OH ma uhhhh ahhhhh uhhhhh yes-uhh-yes-uhhh-AHHHHH-uhhh-ohma-uhhh-yes-yes-yes-yes-Yes!" Shanti cried rapturously, her body heaving and writhing and lurching.

Sweat streamed off her body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent and her feet high against his strong back. 

Her hips pumped and heaved faster and faster under him as he stroked furiously in and out of her body, ram-fucking her without care, thundering in and out of her flesh with his huge battering ram. She dug her fingers fiercely into his thick arms and shoulders, her long neck arched. 

Tendons popped in her neck. Her face was hot and flushed, stunningly lovely. Her lover's penis appeared and disappeared from and into her cunt. 

His buttocks rose and fell, pumping faster andfaster and with a loud cry, Shanti orgasmed. "OHHHHHHHHHH uhhh OHHH uhhh OH OH OH OH uhhh AHHHHHHH uhhhh yes uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried her body tensing and arching, her cunt biting down fiercely on his cock as she rocked and shuddered in violent ecstasy.

AAAARRHHHHHH uhhhhh AHHHHHHH uhhh yes uhhhh yes uhh yes! Yes Ohhh take it ... take it! C'mon, whore, take! Unhh UHHhh yes," Riaz gasped.

He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face contorted in a rictus of lust. 

He rammed into her cunt again and again and again, jerking his hips savagely from side to side,thrusting into her from all angles. Each thrust made her cry out and drove the breath from her with a whooshing gasp and made her back camber steeply, her cunt slamming up to his groin. Once, twice, three, four, five times he plunged into her cunt. 

At last, he slammed furiously into her and held still, moaning loudly.

Shanti gasped and felt his cock throb inside her, searing hot.

It jerked and quivered and she moaned when she felt the heat of his gunk spewing out. She moaned softly as the thick, white-hot shots of jizz sizzled sharply into her slit.

Spent, Riaz sank onto her, and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She held his sweating body, tenderly caressing his head and his powerful back, her fingertips contouring his fine physique. Her breasts pressed hot against his chest. 

His cock began to shrink inside her and slowly, he slipped out of her cunt and rolled over onto his back beside her. She wondered if he had the stamina to fuck her over again. She felt good. It was great sex, satisfying hard and demanding. 

Her body still tingled, and there was the deliciously sticky crawl of his spunk on her thighs, streaks of it on her breasts and her lips from the time when he had fucked her mouth and breasts.

She turned to him, rising on an elbow. Riaz thought she was one of the loveliest creatures he had ever seen. He cupped the side of her face.

She kissed his palm tenderly, and then bent to kiss him on the mouth with gentle longing. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. His hand slid down her lovely long neck to the superb swell of her breast and cupped the warm flesh. Her nipples were still stiff. He smiled to himself. 

He would enjoy fucking her again.

"C'mon," he murmured. "Suck my cock some, bitch."

Shanti giggled in pleasure, her eyes shining. She bent her head and lasciviously licked and sucked his nipples. He sighed in pleasure. Slowly, her tongue trickled down his hard body, swirled through his navel and dipped lower to nuzzle his crotch. He spread his legs wide and pulled her head into his groin. She licked and sucked his heavy balls delicately and then slowly took his cock in her mouth again. 

Riaz murmured his pleasure and closed his eyes in surrender. She was an incredibly sexy piece of ass and randy as bitch in heat.With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard breast. Holding his cock, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out and swirled it gently round his cock-head, savoring the musky tang of his cock-meat. His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. 

He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his cock-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. 

At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his cock-head. Riaz gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.




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She sucked his penis greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his cock-head.

Riaz gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her breasts feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms.

Soon, his cock and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. 

She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his cock. 

He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock again. Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. 

His cock throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. 

He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlacing. "Yes ... uhhhhh ... yes ... suck ... suck it! Suck harder yes... yes ... suck it harder ... uuhhhhhh oh god ... Suck harder, you whore bitch, uhhhhh Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHH!" he called obscenely, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him, so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his penis deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Shanti's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs.

His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come in her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his cock into her cunt and possess her. 

He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like slut, fucked like a bitch in heat.

She turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her buttocks thrust back at him in obscene invitation. 

She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping cunt-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement.

"Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" Shanti muttered thickly.

The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her breasts and the gold chain around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his cock in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. Riaz moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed cunt open. He shuffled forward and pressing his penis to her slit. His cock-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her buttocks steeply.

"C'mon ... c'mon, you motherfucker ... hurry ... fuck me, baby ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard ... c'mon, you sonofabitch! Do it!" Shanti gasped, frantic for his cock. "C'mon ... c'mon you fucking pimp ... fuck me! Fuck my slit, motherfucker! Fuck me hard! Harder than you reamed that neighboring bitch – what is her name Radha slut"

The obscenities goaded him and insulted Radha who was watching all this intently and now both holding her slender waist, Riaz used his strong thumbs lubing her buttocks outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open. Her cunt was hot and steaming, tight as a vice, and it swallowed his cock in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, in a state of spasm uncontrollably, greedily.

"OHHHHHHHhh ... uhhh ... OHHHHh uhhh yes!" he went.

Radha watched glued to the side of the bed as Shanti took his cock which was fiery hot, burning and throbbing fiercely inside her cunt. Shanti's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O' of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her cunt. Her breasts were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with excitement. His penis was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick, filling her cunt. She squeezed her cunt on it greedily, dizzy with lust.

He slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous breasts. He squeezed them hard. She moaned and her back was superb, beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. 

Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine. 

The gold chain glistened around her neck.

He held her breasts, moved out and slammed in hard again with a shuddering moan. She cried out. Her throat was raw and the breath hissed from her parted lips. She began to jerk and move under him, moaning obscenely, panting and gasping. Her buttocks swung and writhed ecstatically against his loins, grinding round and round.

She rocked back and forth with rising urgency, lurching forward on her forearms and then forcing her butt back hard to his groin, impaling her cunt on his massive dick. 

Riaz gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her cunt slid up and down the length of his cock. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her cunt gobbled his cock, slid up, then down again.

He caressed her buttocks and, parting them, fingered her anus, Aaah – j he loved the satiny crevice and the tight aperture with a trickle of the ass juice oozing slowly and then she moaned, moving faster still. Her breasts and the gold chain around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. 

Her buttocks slapped against his strong thighs, his cock emerging as her cunt rose up its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again.

He could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her cunt from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram.  

His hips swinging and bobbing, his buttocks flexing and unlacing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her buttocks, going faster and faster and faster, piston like a trip hammer, his cock reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed clitoris, rasping and sawing in and out. 

The air split with the sound of their rising voices.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhh uhhh ohhhh uhhh yes uhhhh yes uhhhh yes fuck me ... that's it ... yes ... UHHHHohhhhh uhh OHHhh uhhh yes ... Oh fuck yes OHHHhh uhhhh OHHHH uhhh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!" she yelled.

"OUHHH uhh OHH uhh ahhhh uhhh yesuhhhhyes-yes-yes uhhh AHHHH uhh ahhhhh uhhh AHHHHHH!" he grunted in response.

She soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, faster and quicker. 

He paused as her cunt convulsed on his submerged penis, and pushed her down onto her front, her buttocks thrust up high at him, her face on side on the sand. He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in a deep squat. 

Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and buttocks pinned under him, he ram-fucked her savagely and without warning and it was hard and deep and fast he took her, his cock piston furiously in and out of her cunt like a battering ram. 

His belly sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his enormous penis ramming and reaming into her flesh. 

He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her and going ah-uh-ah-uh-ah-uh-ah. 

He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched on either side of hers and went even faster, his thick cock glistening and gleaming with their commingled juices as he plundered her frantically convulsing cunt. 

His penis pounded and sawed in and out of her cunt, rasping over her gorged clitoris.

"OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" she cried loudly with her eyes screwed shut in agonized ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open. Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. 

Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat that seared his loins.

"UNNNNNNGH ohhhhhhh uhhhhh YES uhhhhhhh AHHHHHHH uhhh ahh uhhh OH OH OH OH uhh!" he gasped.

She came again and again and again and he could hold back no more. 

With a deep growl he thrust savagely into her several times and finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum spumed in a copious flood into her greedy cunt. Shanti collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with excitement. 

He had been far better than she had dared hope. Riaz was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up her body gently to cup her sandy breasts. She shivered at his touch. 

His cock dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs folded under him, his chest heaving, gasping and panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when she stopped him.

"Hey," she said softly, her hand on his cock. "Where are you going?"

A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth. 

Her breasts flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his cock in her mouth and began to arouse him again.

They fucked several times. 

She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her cunt. They did sixty-nine and then she rolled over and took him between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another. 

They stopped briefly, and went into the house, where she didn't give him time to admire the gorgeous decor, but took him straight to the bathroom. They showered and fucked in the bath, and then returned to bed to continue. 

And after all that, she still wanted more. She was Shanti- insatiable, irresistible, a goddess of lust.

Riaz groaned as Shanti bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly thickening cock between her gorgeous breasts. 

He moaned softly as her magical tongue coiled about his cock-head yet again. He could not resist her. 

Her lips parted and slid about his cum-sticky cock again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and rapping at his cock-head, winding about it her head bobbing slowly over his lap, his cock in her fist.

She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his cock in her hands. 

She wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid penis, her lovely face arching back, her hands on his dick as her cunt sank down lower and lower still, engulfing his cock deep in her hot flesh. 

Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. Riaz fondled her clitoris, her nipples. 

She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy cunt sliding up the length of his dick then crashing back again.

His penis glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held her buttocks, parted them, finger her anus. She yielded and cried out sharply as his finger slid into her asshole.

"OHHHHh uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!" Shanti moaned, "Yes ohma uh yes ohmaohmaohmaohh yes ... fuck me uhh OH!"

"C'mon whoretake it! Take my cock UHHH ohhhhuhhh Ohh uhhh OHH huh OHH huh OH uhh OH OH OH OH!" he responded.

Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain around her neck tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat. 

Her breasts jiggled and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. 

His cock was massive, hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins that rasped against her inflamed clitoris. 

She hissed sexily, cupping her heavy breasts and squeezing them, rolling them under her palms. 

Riaz bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. 

She cried out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls. 

It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his cock in her cunt, filling her to the brim.

Gasping, she paused and rose off his penis slowly to turn around with her back to him. He slithered down the bed till his hips were at the edge, his feet on the floor. 

She sat across his lap again, her feet on the floor and, holding his cock in one hand, eased her cunt down on his dick again. 

He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her cunt- lips, feeding his thick cock-head into her cunt with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his penis round and round in her cunt. 

Then her hot cunt squeezed and clamped on his penis as she jammed it down hard on his cock, taking him whole into her flesh. 

He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his cock up deep into her cunt, she cried out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open.

"Ohhh ma uhhh OHHHHH unhh yes yes Ohhh ma uhhh yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Shanti cried, bucking and jerking in a state of frenzy on his enormous penis.

Shanti rode his cock, her hands on her knees, her belly sucked in her breasts jiggling her eyes on the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She was mesmerized by the sight of his gargantuan pole between her legs emerging and disappearing as her cunt slid up and down its length. 

His cock squeezed into her belly. She cupped her bouncing breasts and squeezed them in excitement as her buttocks rose and fell faster and faster.

"Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, motherfucker! Fuck me!" she cried ecstatically.

"Take it! Take it, whore! Take my prick! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes! Take it, slut! Take it!"

Under her, Riaz groaned and gasped, his hips lurching up and down. She was magnificent, utterly magnificent. She slammed down on his cock and flexed and unflawed her buttocks rapidly, squeezing his cock with her cunt. 

Riaz gasped in joy. 

Reaching down, she cupped his balls and swung her hips in tight, erotic circles over his lap. Her shoulders were hunched, her breasts hot and swollen and her belly sucked inward as she mashed her cunt-flesh with his cock, mashing her sodden slit. 

Riaz grunted and squeezed her buttocks open, pressing a thumb to her anus. 

Shanti shuddered in pleasure, her head arching suffused with joy.

Radha caught them at it. They were too deeply enmeshed in lust of fire to care. 

For a second, he stood at the door, watching in stunned surprise as Shanti bucked and bounced on the stranger's cock. Her body shone with sweat and her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared the eyes hooded and glassy. 

As he watched, she swirled her cunt round and round on his cock.

"Yes ... ohh fuck yes ... fuck me lover! Fuck my slit!" Radha heard her say.

A delighted grin split her beautiful face. The broad called Shanti – her neighbor was incorrigible.



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 07



Shanti's breasts floated like life preservers on the surface of the tepid bath water. She turned a page with her wet fingers, and then started, for she realized that for some moments she had been listening to the ringing of the doorbell without realizing it. 

"Oh, shit!" she cried, standing up in the tub, the water streaming down through her growing pubic hair on her shaven cunt. She grabbed a towel and made hastily wiped at her dripping body, then hopped out of the shower.

Quickly throwing on the housecoat, she ran through the bedroom and into the living room. Her feet left wet tracks on the stairs down to the front door. 

Through the dirty glass of the door, she could see the outline of a man.

If that's Riaz this early, she thought, I'll kill him ~ But when she threw open the door, she saw that it wasn't Riaz.

"Mavvaya, Father in Law!" she gasped.

"Hi, Shanti," Shivu said, swallowing hard. "I bet you're surprised to see me."

Shanti pulled her wet hair away from her face. "Surprised isn't the word," she said. She wondered what he was doing there.

He was dressed in his typical traditional dress–dark-blue Tamil Lungi, hair stained with oil, and a blue denim Tamil shirt. 

But he was also wearing a nice angavastaram, which she hadn't remembered him ever wearing before. And in his hands he gripped the neck of a bottle wrapped in a brown paper sack. 

She stared at him for several seconds, wondering why he had come. She didn't want to be rude to him–he was her father, and she was fond of him even if they had separated from him but she wished he had picked a better time to visit her.

"I was taking a bath," she said.

"So I see," he said, grinning, and nodding at the cleavage showing where she gripped the housecoat shut.

Shanti adjusted her grip on the collar of the robe. "Well," she said, "I guess you'd better come in. I'll put something on." She stood aside to let him pass her on the stairs, and then took a quick glance outside to see if anyone had been watching. 

As she closed the door she said, trying to be casual, "I thought you worked on Saturdays."

Shivu looked down at her from the top of the stairs. "Only half a day most of the time. 

If there's a lot of work, I stay. But there wasn't anything today, so I got the hell out of there. Thought I'd drop in and see you," he said. 

"I'll just put on some–"

"No, no," he insisted. "I can only stay a few minutes anyway. Besides, I've seen you in your bathrobe before."

"Look," she said, startling him a little as she slipped over beside him on the couch. She put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. 

"You're a sweetheart for wanting to help me and Sridhar out, but there's just nothing anyone can do now." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "That's for being so sweet," she said.

But Shivu threw his arms around her and, before she knew quite what was happening, her father had thrown her over backward and pressed himself over her, his bristly beard scratching her face as he tried to kiss her.

"Mr. Shivu! We decided that this will not happen again, you will not touch me again, we have taken vows with your wife as a witness that is why we separated" she gasped, trying to push him away.

"Don't fight me, please, after coming to know of the way you are fucking a entire colony and especially the junky Muslim neighbor, my cock wants its share!" he gasped, his mouth hot against the delicate skin of her throat. 

His hands kneaded and squeezed at her breasts through the housecoat.

"Shivu!" she cried, once again trying to rise. "What do you–?"

But he cut her off with a kiss. 

She tried to keep her mouth closed, but his hot tongue speared through her lips and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth. 

She could smell the coconut oil in his matted hair. She pushed up at his chest, but he had caught her by surprise and she couldn't get enough leverage to force him away. 

Her bare ankle kicked against the chrome edge of the coffee table.

"Miff!" she moaned against his bristly lips.

"You're putting out for everyone else," he growled, only inches from her face. "You can damn well throw a little of that cunt in my direction!"

"No!" she cried. "No! Shivu! No!"

But already he had ripped off the top button to her pink housecoat, his coarse hands diving to embrace the white flesh of her nearly crushed breasts. 

"You've got beautiful tits, honey," he said guttural.

"I am thirsting always to get the taste of them again!"

He was trying to nuzzle his mouth into her cleavage, but her struggles effectively prevented him from mouthing her breasts in any but the most cursory manner. 

But she could feel the bristles of his beard scraping over her nipples, a sensation which was not quite like either a tickle or an itch. "Stop!" she implored him. 

"This is ridiculous! A joke's a joke, but this has gone far enough!"

"I'm going to fuck you, honey," he said.

"Don't say anything. If what you said is true, and you haven't been fucking around, then you must be just as hot for it as I am."

"No! Shivu, no!"

"I'll make it good for you, sweetheart! I promise I will. I'll make you come like you've never had it before. Shit, I know Sridhar is no good when it comes to sex, but–"

Shanti the Slut's hand slipped off his shoulder, her fist striking him square on the jaw. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, please let me up.

This is wrong! It's crazy!"

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, pinning her arms down on the couch. "But I'm going to fuck you, whether you want it or not. I don't care about the consequences."

"I'll call the police, the neighbors!" she threatened, looking up at his hard eyes. "I'll–"

"Yeah, maybe. Only first you're going to get fucked. Then you can call your neighbor for a refresher fuck. I have heard that he is holed up in this house most of the time" He licked his lips, his meaty red tongue flicking the corners of his mouth. "Take your pick. Lay back and enjoy it, or fight me and wind up tied up to this pretty little coffee table."

"You're really crazy!" she spat at him. "You know that, don't you? You think you can get away with this? You can't."

"Maybe not," he said, rubbing his chin over her breasts, "but it's going to be a lot of fun trying."

He caught the edge of her housecoat with one hand, holding her wrists with the other. When he had jerked the buttons away, her thighs lay exposed to his cannibalistic gaze, the dark wedge of her cunt ineffectively concealed by her partially crossed thighs.

"Don't touch me!" she cried. "Don't look at me like that! Please! I won't say anything to anyone, only let me go!"

"Not on your life," he said.

And she felt the thickness of his coarse fingers gently part the sparse hair of her cunt as he gazed over his shoulder at the sensitive, dark outer folds of her cunt.

"I had a dream the other night," he said, flopping down naked on the couch with the brandy bottle in his hand. "About you it was."

"Really?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. Now, if you're still hot for some more of the old pecker here, there's something you can do to speed the hardening process along."

For the first time since he had freed her off the housecoat, she looked at him over her shoulder. "And what might that be?" she asked. "You could have a heart attack doing this kind of thing, you know." 

She wondered if she could make it to the bedroom door before he could catch her. 

Casually, she inched forward on the coffee table until she was facing the open bedroom door. "You ever give Sridhar a blowjob?" he asked her.

"What?"

"You know. A blowjob. Give him a little head. Suck him off."

Shanti the Slut sighed with disgust. "No," she said dryly. "Did you?"

"Blow Sridhar?" he asked incredulously.

"No," she said, sighing again. 

"I mean, do you ever eat your wife out, or whatever you call it?" She was surprised to see him blush. 

As soon as she got the strength back in her legs, she'd bolt for the bedroom door. 

After a moment he looked up at her. "You want me to eat you out; is that it?"

Shanti the Slut closed her thighs. 

"No," she said. "I was just curious."

"You didn't answer my question," he said.

"Yes, I did," she replied. "And anyway, that's none of your business."

"I want you to blow me," he said.

Shanti the Slut couldn't help stealing a look at his growing cock. The very idea of putting her mouth on that organ was not a bad one. She had tasted it earlier.

"I don't think so," she said. He wondered about his brother's daughter and his early fucking, Shanti was beautiful. Her skin was not too dusky but wheatish fair and creamy, her body firm and well curved. Her breasts were full and round. They were swollen now; her aureoles puckered with excitement, the stubby nipples nut-hard.

He recollected the last time when he took her in their house, her belly was firm and flat, and her hips flared to nice legs. Her limbs were slender and shapely. Her feet and hands were slender and well-formed. She wore a gold ring on her ring finger. Her lovely face was radiant with passion. Her neck was arched, her face flung back, her rosebud lips parted, her small, perfect teeth bared in an erectus of lust. Her slender nose was flared.

Her body jerked and rolled back and forth, her back bowing taut as he fucked her rapidly. He was bent over her on his knuckles and knees, his buttocks flexing and unfaltering, bobbing furiously over her heaving loins. 

Suddenly he reached out for her. He wanted to feel her flesh. It had been a long time. She was unbelievably sexy. Shivu was tempted to ram his cock into her flesh and fuck her furiously. But he had to show that he was man enough to satisfy her, and the obvious power of her sex-drive spurred him to prove, he moved his lips and tongue down her neck, nuzzling the hollow in her throat. She looked lovely, and the dark spots on her face and the side of her neck were enticing. Lower he moved his tongue and lips hovering over her breasts and she gasped as he flicked first one nipple and then the other rapidly and sharply with his tongue. Her back arched and bowed and he opened his mouth and sucked on one gorged mound, crushing the other in his fingers. Shanti whimpered, clenching his head. He scraped her rigid nipple across his teeth and gums and the roof of his mouth, whipped it with his tongue. She writhed eagerly. He moved to the other breast and then, squeezing both large mounds together, sucked them simultaneously.

The ferocious-looking Shivu was happy again as he slobbered his spit between Shanti's two tits mounds. They were smaller than his brother's wife's and he enjoyed the difference. 

His nostrils reveled in the aroma of an experienced young pussy as he licked the naked daughter's tits, his tongue whipping over both fleshy mounds and across her nipples. They were pointed and rigid with fright. 

He whined, growling low, nuzzling his nose in between her firm tits and tasting the succulent meat.

Suddenly she heard a rustling noise and saw Aditya – the neighbor's brother at the window. She never knew he had come in and how he reached the bedroom and when he castled himself out into the open next to the window. 

Their eyes just met and he nodded at her – and slowly took his finger to his lips – asking her to just go on. He had a small video camera in his hands. She was shocked and could not raise her head in that direction just let Shivu do what he was doing. 

The constant suckling got her excited and this new voyeur from nowhere was causing huge guilt and torment as she glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome, with that hard, yet gentle face, those sharp, piercing, yet infinitely tender, dark eyes, the square jaw, the hard nose, the lean looks, and the immensely powerful body. 

She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the astoundingly savage V of his torso, the strength in his arms and legs. Her body tingled as she stripped him mentally. His shirt was open low now and she noticed that his chest was broad and hard and deeply cleaved and quite hairless. His hips were high, the waist narrow, and she noticed, looking down the V of his shirt, that his belly was hairless too, and hard as a washboard. 

There was not a roll of fat in it as he bent over outside the window, Shivu started to reach beneath into her lap. She could even see his small, dark, prominent nipples, stretched wide apart on either side of his massive chest. Feeling intensely horny, she returned to her father. 

A few weeks earlier, she had jettisoned the sturdy eighteen-year old Aditya who she was sure possessed unusually impressive sexual skills, when he tried to reach her out at her sister's place. To her – he looked like smitten by her and would want some commitment from her in the form of a relationship. 

She wanted no such ties in her life, not yet anyway. In her typically gentle fashion, she had decided to fuck the youth relentlessly till he was drained and then quietly ended the relationship. She was sure he would leave with a smile, no regrets and a standing over to return to her bed whenever he liked. After all – he and she were not in any way – made to have any other kind of a relationship. He kept watching her. 

Finally – she told him through sign language to leave and come later. He did not relent- she insisted and finally after a while – he was gone only to come later – when she knew he would fuck her violently and she will have to give into his desire unanimously. Before leaving – he showed her a hanging salwar and told her to wear the white color when he comes again at 6 in the evening. Shanti was getting into trouble. 

Back to her father, he squeezed her breasts together. 

His tongue flickered across one nipple, then the other, then the first again. Slowly, he drew the luscious mound into his mouth and sucked on it, teething the nipple, rasping it against his teeth and palate, flicking one with his tongue, the other with his fingers. 

He moved to the other and she groaned loudly, her body hot, her pulse racing, her face arched back, and a vision of lust.

He slid lower and instantly, her legs spread open for him. He dragged his tongue down her belly, through her navel, nuzzling her pubis, her thighs, sliding down her legs to her feet, sucking on her toes, licking her soles, sliding up again. 

Shanti gasped and thrust her moist cunt up, the cunt-lips unfurled, her clitoris gorged and stiff. He pushed his face between her thighs.

Shanti hissed as his hot breath seared into her cunt, and then whimpered and gasped as his tongue followed, flickering like fire in her cunt, flicking her clitoris this way and that, his lips pressing in to suck her clitoris. 

He nibbled it gently and her hips jerked up savagely, her hands on his head, pinning him to her musky loins, her cunt juices streaming now. Her head jerked from side to side, and she panted and gasped with lust.

"Ohhhhh my Maavaya (father) yes ... OHHhh uhhhh OHHH yes yes yes ohhh god yes ohhhhh uhhh OHHH!" she moaned.

He stopped suddenly, just short of her orgasm. 

He turned her over onto her front and bent over her, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling her sweet smelling, silky hair, teasing the mangalsutra around her neck, trickling his tongue down her spine and the curve of her hips and buttocks, teething them, priming them apart to rim her dank, puckered anus with his tongue. 

Shanti gasped and he thrust his hands under her chest, crushing her swollen breasts in his hands. Her hard nipples quivered in his fingers.

He rose higher still, over the backs of her slim thighs and they shook at his touch. He kissed her buttocks, and her hips quivered under him, as his fingers fondled her inner thighs tenderly. Gently, he parted her buttocks.

"Maava (Father) ... please ... go on..." she muttered, deeply aroused.

Smiling to himself, he pried them open further and she gasped, her head rising, mouth parting in a wide 'O' of delight as his tongue flickered gently against her anus, probing the dank, puckered flesh. He slid his fingers and hands under her thighs. 

Her hips jerked up, her thighs spreading. Panting with excitement, she plunged a hand between her legs and spread her cunt-lips wide for him with her fingers.

"Maavaya (father) ... tongue-fuck me again," she gasped.

Chuckling, he slid his head lower and she gasped, crying out as he pushed his tongue up into her wide, gaping cunt once more. 

He rolled his tongue inside her cunt and her finger arched up between his lips, flickering between his mouth and her cunt, his tongue dancing around her finger and her cunt, her finger rolling inside her cunt, her hips grinding round and round. She gasped, veering towards a climax.

He began to masturbate quickly, and she looked over her shoulder at him and gasped at the size of his gargantuan penis. 

His cock became hard and stiff, hungry for her. He bent over her, deciding that if she had been fucked before he could as well fuck her from behind right away, take her nice and slow and deep. He pressed his cock against her buttocks, sliding it lower, and her fingers curled about it with the confidence of an able lover.

"Oh my god!" she gasped.

"Seen bigger?" he chuckled.

"Only ...only in a dream before on my wedding night, you are really aroused my dear Shivu, you seem to be lusting for me ... Oh God Shivu ... I want it ... I want it inside me!" Shanti was now in a dazzling seductive mood. 

He drew her hips higher. Holding his erect tool in his hand, he slowly squeezed his huge cock-head into her. She gasped, rising onto her forearms, hands clenching the edges, and then pushed her hand between her legs to spread her cunt-lips wider apart.

"More ..." she gasped, "Put it all in, Shivu ... I want all of you in there ... God ... Shivu, please ... hurry ... fuck me ... quickly ... shove it in OH uhh OH uhh Oh yes Oh god yes Oh yes oh god oh god OH GOD OHHHHHuhhhhhhh YES YES YES YES!"

Grinning in delight, his mind soaring, he took her cunt slowly, thrusting his cock slowly into her, the thick-veined, hairy shaft rasping against her inflamed clitoris, her belly deeply, making her shudder and moan and cry out at the enormity of it inside her. 

She thought it would surely tear her in two and come ripping out of her throat.

Kneeling behind her, he waited till she caught her breath. His huge cock was embedded deep in her cunt, and its incredible heat made her cunt boil, her body flame with lust. 

She moaned. 

Her head sank between her arms, and then rose in ecstasy, her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip. 

Her hips began to move, slowly at first, round and round, churning her cunt with his huge pestle, then faster and faster, and back and forth. 

She rocked on all fours, jerking her cunt up and down on his lance with shuddering cries, pulling up till only the top of the big cock-head was inside her, and then pushing heavily down again. Faster and faster she went, moaning and keening desperately. 

Finally, he began to move, sliding his hips back and forth in a heavy, steady, demanding rhythm, forcing his penis as deep into her cunt as he could, moving faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping loudly against her buttocks, his head arching in delight. She was good, very good, her cunt hot and wet and tight as a drum.

"Ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!" she went.

He paused and held her still and she waited as he spread his legs and pushed her down onto her front, her face on side on the pillow. He rose over her, knees astride her buttocks.

"Ohgod my dear father ... fuck me..." she gasped, her mouth open. "Keep fucking me!"

He began to move again. His body corded with strain, his belly drew in and hnds on her buttocks, he stroked smoothly in and out of her cunt, keeping her pinned beneath him. 




Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 07



Faster and faster he went, till his cock was running in and out of her like a piston, pumping furiously up and down and in and out, the huge cock thrusting in, jerking out, thrusting in, and jerking out, pile-driving, glistening, dark, hot, throbbing, squelching and rasping into her cunt. Shanti moaned deliriously.

She came, moaning and crying out, slashing and jerking, clawing at the Edges of the Bed. He continued to ram-fuck her from behind, plunging more and more deeply into her, his hips pounding against her buttocks. 

He sensed the end of the orgasm and slid smoothly out of her.

"AAaah you bitch of a daughter, I always knew that Sridhar could not handle you – he is a stupid impotent, got him married to you – knowing what a hottie you will be in my Bed. But now you 'lanja' (bitch) have started to taste other cocks. Who is that young boy – you seem to be running a taxi service?" he grunted.

Panting, hot, streaming with sweat, still deeply aroused, Shanti turned and bent before him as he knelt on the bed. 

Shivu watched as she took his cock lovingly in her hand and began to jerk him. She bent forward, parting her lips to swirl her tongue over his cock-head. He jerked her head forward and she took him deep into her mouth. He gasped. 

Her face distended, cheeks hollowed, she began to suck him hungrily, her head bobbing rapidly back and forth, up and down his sticky shaft, licking it, kissing it, sucking the cock-head and shaft deeply, fingering his balls, suckling them one by one, caressing her face with it, all the while fondling her own breasts. 

He felt his sperm roll up hot and he groaned, fucking her face with delight, moving her head back and forth to suit his pleasure.

Once again she reached down to guide his cock into her cunt. He went into her smoothly, quickly, fast, running his lance into her in one skewering thrust. Shanti cried out, the breath driven from her body and arched hard under him, his balls thumping against her buttocks, her body folded up in half. He fucked her hard, pumping his hips up and down, his buttocks rising and falling furiously, rapidly, his huge cock sliding in deep.

"Yes yes Ohhhh god yes fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me my dear father, Shivu ohhhh yes!" she cried.

"God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" he responded.

Her body jerked and rocked under his, their bodies hot, streaming with sweat, the fires rising in their loins, commingling, his huge cock rasping into her, squelching in, stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest, and filling her to the brim. 

Her hands were on her jiggling breasts, squeezing and rolling them in an erotic frenzy, and she cried out for more, her voice rising in pitch and volume, her hips bucking at his, her cunt shaming and clamping hot and tight on his enormous dick, his huge cock rasping against her gorged clitoris, pounding and stroking in and out like a mechanized trip hammer, till she exploded once more, and then again and yet again. 

At last, he skewered her deeply and lingered, quivering inside her, his hips twitching and thrusting at her cunt, his cock throbbing and burning fiercely inside her wet soggy cunt. He flung his head back and growled like an animal and she felt the quicksilver slugs of his shoot spurting into her in a hot, endless flood.

Gasping, his magnificent body streaming with sweat, Shivu slid down onto Shanti, his enormous cock still inside her. She realized with a start that it was still rock-hard. She felt it throb and quiver inside her, felt the ooze of more sperm. She moaned her surprise and pleasure, tonguing his ear lasciviously, grinding her breasts under his hard chest.

"Fuck me again, lover ... fuck me again," she murmured hoarse voiced.

"With pleasure," he chuckled.

He swung over onto his back and took her on top of him, straddling his lap, her knees bent and folded under her buttocks, her cunt impaled deeply on his pole. He kissed her slowly, fondling her heavy, turgid breasts, examining their superb contours with his expert fingers, marveling at their perfection. The mangalsutra with its pendant swung against his chin. She raised, her hips grinding heavily against his and pressed her breast to his lips.

"Suck it ... suck it Shivu," she moaned.

He flipped his tongue at the rigid nipple, making her gasp, and her head snapping up, mouth open in delight as he flicked the nut hard breast tip. He scraped it across his teeth and gums, across the roof of his mouth, pinching and tweaking and twirling the other nipple, squeezing and kneading the fleshy mounds.

She began to move in excitement, rocking back and forth, up and down, her breasts and the mangalsutra jiggling heavily, her cunt rising and falling on his cock, going up a good eight inches, then slowly slithering down deep again, impaling itself on his penis. 

Shivu held her hips and began to move her up and down in a steady rhythm, lifting her high, easing her down, his own hips moving now in a motion that matched hers, his hips rising as hers fell.

"Ohhhhhh uhhh Ohhhh Shivu Shivu Shivu Shivu yes ... ohhh my MAAVA – father yes yes yes ... ohhh uhhhh ohh ma uhhhh Ahhhh uhh Ahhhh uhhh Ohhh uhhhh yes ohhh yes ohhh uhh ohhhh yes that's it ... ohhh god yes ... do it Shivu ... do it ... mmm, yes ohhh uhhh ohhh yes!"

Her head was tilted back, her face a vision of lust, her lips parted, the nostrils flared, the perfect teeth bared. She hissed as he slid his fingers under her buttocks, a thick finger pressing insistently at her anus. She yielded and cried out as it slid in slowly, wriggling and jerking inside her.

"C'mon bitch ... take it ... mmm, yeh ... ohhh yes take it slut take it all ... ohhh god yeh ... take it ... take my cock, cunt ... take it ... ohhhh yeh Mmmm yes ... god, yes ...!" he gasped in honest delight.

He took control now, and began to move with her, bucking up heavily under her, tossing her on his lap, heaving with his powerful hips and loins. 

She cried out as his cock ranged deep into her, her hands on her breasts, at her cunt-lips, flicking her clitoris, reaching back to cup and squeeze his balls, then going back to her breasts to crush and maul and knead the fleshy mounds in frenzied excitement, her head whipping from side to side, her lovely hair tossing wildly, the gold chain slapping and thumping on her chest, her body shining with sweat as she cried out louder and louder, exploding at last in a shattering orgasm, her cunt shaming uncontrollably on his enormous battering ram.

Quickly, he rolled her over again onto her back and took her rapidly once more, thrusting furiously in and out of her body for several minutes, making her moan and cry out. 

Her body jerked and snapped and rolled hard under his thrusts. 

He levered her legs wider apart and pumped and piston furiously in and out her cunt. Her head jerked from side to side, her breasts jiggled and bounced under thrusts. 

She came again, her cunt convulsing frantically on his monstrous penis. He groaned and plunged deep into her, his head arched, his teeth bared in an erectus of lust. 

She squeezed his buttocks, forcing his cock deeper into her, clamping her cunt tight on his cock and he gasped and exploded again, shooting thick hot wads of gunk deep into her flesh, bridging the gulf of fate.

"That was good," he murmured a few minutes later, as they lay together, their limbs entwined, caressing each other tenderly. "I'm pleasantly surprised."

"For God's sake, Maavaya – father Shivu," she replied, squeezing his penis "I am a woman you know, a perfectly normal woman, with normal desires."

"So I see."

"Then what is it that surprises you?"

"Your skill. Your love of sex." He was matter of fact.



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 08



Sriram was after my pussy and ass and was looking for an opportunity since the only time he had fucked me – even after his plans with the Manager, he could not succeed beyond a oint and now it was becoming unbearable for him to hold his sperm in his balls – he wanted me badly and did the sinister thing which one could not believe – he committed a fraud in the bank and labeled me as the culprit – it was easy since the Bank Manager was an accomplice – in this whole game, he closed a loan of mine towards my home loan of 35 Lakhs transferring a credit from a client account – and the accounts found it out and gave me a notice to explain within 3 days or face criminal proceedings. 

The evening was Sriram's wife Shruti's birthday and I was invited – "Shanti I can save you from this fraud – after the party – wear the gown you find – please make sure only wear what you find you in the box and nothing else – and I will come at 10 pm – will fuck you the whole night. And in the morning I promise – the fraud will reverse and we will have the Manager absolve you – by the way, you will have to fuck him on another day" Sriram was very straight and clear in his utterances. 

I'd spent all my life in meeting my fuck needs on my own, and it looked like this time I was going to spend the night depending on this scum to fuck me against my wishes and rest of it here, too. At twenty-four I was pretty much settled in, with no way I could ever see of getting away. My husband Sridhar was an asshole and a cuckold useless guy and he was bribed well in this fraud by these bastards – he was nowhere to be seen in the vicinity and when I called he did not pick his cell and it looked he was on some long-distance from his home as much as it was possible – that is what the beep of the mobile told me but maybe since he was often gone for days at a time, it didn't seem so bad to him living there in the middle of nowhere, he was anyways of no use.

"Shanti, what's wrong?" Sriram asked me kiddingly when he came in the night. "You look like your best friend just died or something. I hope there are no panties or bra beneath that gown you are wearing – and you look eatable – how much I will fuck you tonight – it will be a tear of all your holes, you Tamil Iyer bitch"

I went up and put my arms around him, hugging his muscular frame and faked it to make him good thinking he felt so good next to me, so solid. "I miss you so much," I said softly, putting my head against his shoulder. "I really miss you thinking of the last time you screwed me."

"I missed you, -too," he smiled, "but it's my job and there's nothing I can do about it.."

I was wearing the gown without a bra and he reached up and squeezed one of my tits gently, cupping it in his large hand. My brown nipple hardened just at his touch, swelling into taut erection. He squeezed my other tit and a second later I was grabbing for his cock.

"Give me a good humping before you leave," I whispered. "Fuck me so I'll remember what I'm waiting for."

He scooped me right off the floor in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. Both of us were naked in no time at all and then he had me spread out on the bed with my legs apart and his weight on top of me.

I spread my legs still wider, raising my bare ass up off the bed some so he could get at me better, and he shoved his hard cock straight up my slippery cunt. I gasped with the wanton sensation of his huge prick sliding into my hot snatch, my knees opening wider still as he rammed his meat up my hole.

My firm tits were pressed into his chest and I could feel his throbbing cock all the way up my snatch. He started fucking me and I started moaning, my ass moving up and down while his rigid pale of man-meat plunged in and out of my tight cunt. His balls were swinging back and forth and slapping into my squirming ass-cheeks, his massive prick ramming deeper and deeper into my quivering snatch.

His hips moved faster with each thrust and the harder he fucked me the more I loved it. His big prick kept slamming up into my juicy pink cunt and I was clutching wildly at his back and shoulders, my bare legs thrashing.

Sriram was holding down my hips, and then he worked his hands under the rubbery cheeks of my bouncing ass, his finger digging into my soft flesh and puffing my hairy crotch even tighter to his. He was stabbing me harder and harder with his cock and I was trembling all over with the fire racing through my loins.

Groaning all the louder, I began working my churning thighs up over his hips. His prick was pistoning in and out of my sopping snatch and his breath was hot and hard against my neck, his hips pumping furiously.

I managed to get my quaking legs up around his back and then my cunt-hole was wide-open to him, his thick cock slamming into the very depths of my snatch and starting to bottom out. I writhed and squirmed while he fucked the hell out of me, his cock battering my cunt to pieces.

The feel of his massive prick deep in my wetly gripping cunt was driving me wild, his balls slamming into my ass-cheeks still harder and spurring me on. I was groaning and gasping for air, my ass 'bouncing up and down and my pussy getting humped the way it loved being humped.

Both of us were sweating like crazy and the strong smell of my wet cunt was heavy in the air My oily-slick juices were oozing out of my snatch and running down into the fleshy crack of my ass, my crotch and thighs and ass dripping wet with twat-cream.

Sriram's rigid cock just kept driving deeper into my tight snatch, his bulbous cock-head parting and then filling the slick opening between my slippery cunt-walls. He was fucking me furiously and I was fucking him right back, my thighs and ass pumping to take his long cock still deeper in my hot cunt.

I had my legs crossed behind his back and every time he rammed his prick up my snatch, my ass raised up off the bed, my knees bending and my cunt gaping open wetly. His prick kept sliding in and out of my cunt-hole and his balls kept swinging and banging into my ass, all the while both of us getting closer and closer to getting off.

"Oh, God!" I groaned in Sriram's ear. "Oh, you're flicking the shit out of me! Shove your big cock deeper up my snatch! Fuck me even harder! Ohhhhh, God, I love the way you fuck me, I love having your hard prick in my cunt! Fuck me harder, fuck me harder! Keep ramming your cock up my cunt! Ohhhhhh! Ram your prick in my snatch, ram it in deeper! Deeper! Ohhhhhh! You're fucking me so good! You're fucking me so damned good! Fill my cunt-hole up with your big prick, shove it up me as far as you can! Give me all of your cock, give me every inch of your cock in my cunt! Ohhhhhhh!"

Sriram was cramming his cock as deep as he could push it up my wet snatch, ramming it into me and then pistoning it back out. I was working my ass with a frenzy, pumping my hips as he slammed his cock as hard as possible into my cunt.

His swollen cock-head kept bottoming out each time he shoved it into my snatch, and I was jerking and squirming under him, taking the full length of his giant prick and wanting even more. My cunt-juices were flowing and soaking everything they touched, a steady trickle of warm liquid running from the crack of my snatch and seeping down to cover my throbbing asshole.

Sriram was working his hands along the cheeks of my ass and then his fingers found my stretched out asshole. He poked a finger deep up my butt, and I stiffened beneath him with a sharp moan, the sensation of having his rigid cock slamming into my snatch and his finger working in and out of my asshole almost more than I could stand.

He kept fucking my snatch and finger-fucking my asshole, his hips moving a mile a minute and his fingers digging even deeper in my shitter. He was gritting his teeth and his expression was intense, his breath and mine ragged and getting more so.

My hot thighs were clamped around his pumping hips and my ass was coming up off the bed faster and faster, my entire body straining as I tried to take his mammoth cock still deeper up my snatch. I could feel his cock deep in my cunt, and it was throbbing like crazy, the solid shaft of his driving prick filling my snatch almost to bursting.

"Cum in my pussy!" I gasped. "Shoot your wad in my cunt and let me feel your cum! Fill my snatch up with your cum! Fuck- me faster, faster, faster! Shoot your nuts off in my cunt, shoot all your cum right up my cunt! Ohhhhh, God! It feels so good when you fuck me, it's driving me crazy'

Fuck me harder, harder! Ram your cock up my cunt and cum in me, cum every ounce of your cum in my cunt-hole! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh' OHHHHHH!

Sriram's plunging cock jerked wildly in my snatch, a harsh moan escaping his lips. Then I felt his cum gushing up into my cunt, thick streams of it squirting into the depths of my hole and filling me with warm liquid.

Fucking me still harder, he kept ramming-his shooting prick as far up my cunt as he could get it, pumping all his hot jism into my pulsating snatch. He was moaning and groaning and his thick cum kept spurting into my cunt, his thrusts feverish as he shot his rocks.

My slippery cunt-walls suddenly tightened round his ramming cock as my own orgasm overtook me, my cries of pleasure splitting the air and wave after wave of shuddering cunt-spasms slamming into me. My wet asshole clamped shut on his fingers and we ground together in an orgy of lust, his cock pounding into my quivering cunt with all the force he had.

We kept fucking until we were completely spent, then we lay there drenched with sweat and breathing hard. My legs dropped away from him and I sprawled out on the bed lifelessly, my cunt gaping open and his cum dripping out of me and oozing down into my ass-crack.

Sriram finally got up off me with a weary groan and pulled his huge cock out of my snatch, a last dribble of cum spurting from his prick and landing on my bare thigh. He rolled aver on his side next to me and took me in his arms.

"I guess I'd better take a shower and get going," he said, nuzzling my neck with his face. "I should have been on the road a half-hour ago.

"GO ahead," I smiled. "I wouldn't want to get you into trouble with your boss. Hope tomorrow I am out of trouble " He grinned and I got a feeling – he was going to betray and not hold on to his promise.

He got up and walked into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower and a moment after that I heard him step into the tub. I was still a little horny for his cock, and I tried to think of what else I could do just to get him to fuck me one more time before he left.

When he was finally finished with his shower, he stepped out of the bathroom and found me kneeling spread-eagled on the bed. My bare little ass was sticking out at him and I was spreading my firm ass-cheeks with my fingers, my puckered asshole stretched open and throbbing.

He stopped and stared at me, his dangling cock twitching at the sight. I knew he loved fucking me in the ass as much as I loved getting fucked there, and I was going to see right now whether being late for work was more important to him than giving me a good ass-humping.

"That's not fair!" he laughed, coming over and sitting beside me on the bed. "I'll never get on the road at this rate."

I only smiled at him, my eyes taking in his cock and watching as it hardened. It wasn't long before it was as stiff as could be, with the head engorged with blood and the solid shaft pulsing.

He reached out with his hand and squeezed my buns, running his fingers down into my ass-crack and playing with my twitching asshole. Then he moved down and shoved two of his fingers straight up my wet cunt, moving them in and out until they were covered with my juice. Going back to my asshole, he smeared my oily cunt-juices all over it, getting it slippery wet and ready for his hard prick.

I spread my legs out behind me and he climbed on, his huge cock-head sliding in between my fleshy ass-cheeks and lining up with my tight shitter. He pressed the warm tip of his prick against my asshole, his hands holding my hips down.

I clenched my teeth for the stabbing sensation I was about to get, and he rammed his cock up into my wet asshole, jamming it in with one swift motion of his hips.

His big prick wasn't quite all the way in my butt, and he pushed harder, forcing it into the slippery opening and making me shudder all over. I was working my bare ass against him and trying to get his cock all the way up my tight bung, the two of us shaving and groaning until his meat was finally buried to the hilt in me.

He didn't even let me catch my breath before puffing his rigid cock back out of my pulsating asshole with a soft sucking sound and then slamming back in. I squirmed wildly as he began fucking my ass, each time he rammed his prick up my butt my breath rushing out of me.

I was clutching at the bed with my hands straight out in front of me and my hips were pumping up and down. Sriram's solid cock kept sliding in and out of my clenching asshole and his hips were working feverishly. The feel of his pistoning meat all the way up my writhing shitter was really turning me on and soon I was gulping air through my mouth and trembling all over.

His fingers were digging into my hips and his weight was pressing my tits into the bed, my ass bouncing around and working against his humping all the more. He was reaming my slick asshole out as hard as he could with his meaty prick, and I was loving every hard inch of it!

Kicking my feet wildly, I kept straining with everything I had to take his piston cock still deeper up my butt, my thighs pumping faster and faster. My body was covered with a fine film of sweat and I was getting so slippery all over it was hard for Sriram to hold onto me.

He just kept slamming his hard cock all the way up my butt, pushing it as far up my asshole as he could and making me squirm even more. Then he worked his hands down under my churning hips and up into my sopping-wet pussy, his fingertips pulling my matted cunt-hair out of the way and going right up my hole.

He finger-fucked my cunt for all he was worth, jabbing his fingers as deep as possible up my snatch and turning me on all the more. My cunt-juices were running freely and drenching his hands, Sriram fingering me all the faster and fucking my ass all the harder.

"Keep reaming my asshole out!" I panted. Fuck the shit right out of my ass! Your cock feels so good up my butt! I love it! I love the feel of your hard prick in my asshole! Fuck my ass harder! Rick it faster! Fuck my ass off! Ohhhhhh, slit! Finger my cunt more! Make me cum, make me cum my brains out! I want to cum and I want you to cum, too! I want you to squirt your cum up my asshole! OHHHHHHHH! Fuck my ass harder!"

Sriram was slamming his hairy prick as hard as he could up my asshole, his balls bouncing crazily and his hips working away. I was working my sweaty butt against him with a jerky cork-screwing motion, taking his stiff cock all the way up my slippery shifter.

His stroking cock was plunging into my bung so fast my tight asshole was getting sore, his cock-head stabbing deeper and deeper into my guts. I was panting and groaning and lost in the sheer bliss of the ass-fucking he was giving me. The more he fucked my shit-chute the louder I groaned, and his cock was thrusting still faster into me.

I was working my hips back and forth frenziedly, taking his driving meat in my ass and grinding my dripping cunt into his fingers. He was shoving his fingers as far as he could reach up my snatch and his hands were cupping and squeezing the bulge of my hairy pussy-mound, inflaming it all the more.

His cock twitched in my asshole and then he was coming, his breath catching in his throat and his cum spurting up into my hot bowels. He ground his prick even harder into my butt, filling my asshole with his cum and pumping like crazy.

My snatch suddenly spasm with the wildly delicious climax racing through it and I went taut all over, my legs kicking out straight behind me. I shuddered and heaved and was coming like mad, my cunt contracting wetly on his fingers and my asshole grabbing tightly at his ramming prick. I

Sriram shot load after load of cum up into my sucking asshole, driving his cock still deeper. He was gasping and the whole while fucking the hell out of me. His balls tightened up and I felt another squirt of jism go deep in my asshole.

He kept finger-fucking my spasm cunt and humping my tight asshole and then finally he lay still, his breath hot against the back of my neck. I

Both of us lay in a sweaty stupor, too tired to move and aching all over. Sriram's prick trailed a thread of sticky cum down the back of my thigh I when he pulled it out of my ass, his prick as limp as could be.

"Now can I go?" he asked with a laugh, slapping my bare ass playfully.

"I thought you just did," I smiled up at him.

I knew my ass offering softened him and there was going to be some change of mind – he will get me out of the mess at the Bank. 

"We have 3 days to get you out of the mess – and you will bare your holes all these 3 days – tomorrow – bare it to the Manager –he is salivating and will masturbate without touching his prick when I tell him soon that he will have your sweating holes tomorrow- how about noon time at the Bank Guest House?"

That was an offer I could not afford to refuse.



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 09



Sridhar left and I sat alone in the house, wondering how I was going to spend the two days I had to kill before he got home again. I wandered from room to room aimlessly, wanting to do something anything but not knowing what. I would have wandered over to see my best friend and neighbor Vijaya her husband was a Banker, too but I just wasn't in the mood.

It was still early afternoon, so there was nothing but game shows and soap operas on television, which meant I was more or less stuck with myself as company for the rest of the day. How exciting, I thought disgustedly.

Finally I ended up in the bedroom and after rummaging through my dresser drawers I found what I'd been looking for. It was a 12-inch dildo vibrator that Ratan had brought me home one summer as kind of a joke. It had turned out to be anything but a joke after I'd shoved it up my cunt, and now I was more or less in love with the damned thing.

I was only wearing a robe and panties, the sheer crotch of the panties already soaking wet with the anticipation I felt for the vibrator. My black curly cunt-hair peeked through the filmy fabric, and I could see the thick pink lips of my wet snatch gaping open and slick with moisture.

I peeled off my robe and panties and sprawled out on the bed. Spreading my damp thighs as wide as I could, I turned the cock-vibrator on and touched it lightly to my hairy snatch. A shivering spasm raced through my hot cunt, trembles so exquisite I was immediately filled with lust and a raging urge to cum.

Pushing the humming vibrator all the way up my tight snatch, I worked it in and out until I was shaking with desire. My slippery cunt-hole sucked wetly at the buzzing plastic prick, my hand moving faster and faster as I fucked myself with it.

I kept ramming the vibrator in 'and out of my hot snatch as hard as I could, take it all the way up my hole and tingling at the tremors it sent through me. The vibrating shaft of the plastic cock I was pushing into my snatch was as big around as my waist and it was filling my cunt right up, sliding into my juicy cunt-hole and making me shudder.

It was humming deep in my snatch and I was shoving it deeper still, my hand moving like crazy while I fucked myself nearly senseless. I was getting closer to coming by the second and my breath was getting hot and fast. The closer I got to get my nut the quicker I pushed the vibrating cock up my snatch, my bare ass pumping on the bed and my knees spreading wider and wider.

I could feel myself tightening all over and then the first shudder of my climax hit me, followed at once by a jarring explosion of sheerest pleasure deep in my tight cunt. I gasped aloud as my climax overwhelmed me, my legs straightening out and my ass raising right off the bed. My thighs quivered wildly and I groaned with the intensity of the spasms searing through my snatch.

I lay there for a bit to catch my breath, then I started fucking myself with the vibrator again, this time slowly running it up and down the length of my sensitive cunt-lips and even touching it lightly against my throbbing asshole.

My asshole twitched wetly when the tip of the humming plastic prick touched it and I worked the vibrator steadily up into my butt, pushing it inch by delicious inch and thrilling to the feel of it tight in my guts.

I pushed the vibrator-cock all the way up my twitching asshole and began fucking myself with it, moving it in and out and squirming all over the bed. It was a really tight fit and it felt so good I was afraid I was going to pass out.

With my free hand I started squeezing and fingering my hairy cunt, squishing my fingers around in the wet pink hole and trembling like mad. I was shoving the buzzing vibrator deeper and deeper up my hot asshole, fucking myself with it even harder, and it was only a matter of seconds before I was coming again.

My wet asshole clamped shut around the plastic cock and I lurched and bucked while my climax flailed me, my fingers clutching at my snatch and the vibrator buried deep in my butt.

I kept coming and coming, my whole body shaking, and then I sagged back into the bed with an exhausted moan.

Sliding the still humming vibrator out of my asshole, I shut it off and dropped it between my legs. I closed my eyes and was ready for a little napI figured I deserved it after all the coming I'd donewhen there was a knock at the front door.

I had no idea at all who it might be, so I got up and slipped my robe on, pulling it closed in the front and heading to answer the door.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," it was my handsome neighbor Aditya - the college going guy who was obviously a hunk said, smiling broadly. I looked him over carefully, attracted in spite of myself to his rough, yet somehow charming manner. He just stood there smiling away and holding the door handle.

"Come on in," I said finally, stepping aside. "Let's see what you can do for me."

Aditya stepped in and I closed the door behind him. Then I went over to the couch and sat down, crossing my legs so my robe rode high on my bare thighs. He glanced over and then looked away self-consciously, busying himself with setting up his trousers.

While he wasn't looking, I casually undid the front of my robe so that my tits poked out a bit, my nipples already hard with excitement at the prospect of this rugged-looking character ramming his cock up my snatch. I brushed a stray wisp of hair out of my face and waited to see what he'd do.

"Now," he said, turning back to me. "Step right over here so you can see and I'll show you the most amazing dick."

I stood up and walked right up behind him, standing so close my fits were actually rubbing against him. He swallowed loudly and acted as normally as he could, flipping dick on and running it over the fly.

I could almost hear him sweating, and he kept swallowing loudly, obviously nervous and wondering what exactly my intentions were. From the side I reached out and lightly ran my hand down the front of his leg, moving it back up and squeezing his cock while he stood there stock still.

I kept squeezing his cock through his pants and he kept running the hands back and forth over the carpet, not saying a word but for all intents selling his wares. Then I unzipped his pants and fished his now rigid prick out, encircling the throbbing shaft with my fingers and starting to jack him off.

Finally he turned to me his face beaded with dots of sweat, and said, "I'm a married man, Miss." He said it so seriously I almost burst out laughing, but instead I squeezed his cock still harder and dropped down on my knees in front of him. He just watched me while I sucked his hard cock into my mouth, my lips closing around his cock-shaft and my tongue darting wetly all over it.

Aditya shivered while I sucked him off and he shivered even more when I reached into his pants and cupped his hairy balls with my free hand. I was jacking him off as fast as I could and his big prick was going in and out of my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth while I blew him.

He just stood there the whole time, staring off into space as I sucked and licked and mouthed his hard prick, my hands squeezing his balls and my wet tongue working feverishly. I lapped all over his swollen cock-head, probing with the tip of my tongue into the little slit at the front of it and squeezing his cock still harder with my quickly moving hand.

Finally I started getting some response from him, a low moan coming from his throat and then his hips starting to pump back and forth against the motion of my bobbing head. He put his hands behind my head and held me to him, his hips moving faster and faster as he fucked me in the mouth.

He was cramming his solid prick as deep as he could get it in my throat, shoving it in and out of my sucking mouth while I worked my tongue even faster over the head of it. I'd managed to get his balls out of his pants and they were swinging back and forth wildly, his hips moving rapidly as he got closer to shooting his rocks.

I wanted him to hurry up and cum; I wanted to taste his thick cum squirting down my throat. I hurried him along with my hand, pulling at and squeezing his twitching cock, my lips sucking his prick almost all the way down my throat. He kept fucking me in the mouth and moaning, his cock piston back and forth and his hairy balls slapping into my chin.

His hands were pushing my face into his hairy crotch and I was blowing him like he'd probably never been blown before, my mouth sucking wildly and my tongue lapping at him as fast as I could move it. His moans turned to ragged groans, his stiff cock jerking in my mouth, then a. stream of hi$ sticky cum spurted out and he started pumping his hips like crazy.

I swallowed his shooting cum as quickly as it shot out of the end of his throbbing cock, gulping it down while he let loose with one gushing load after another. It filled my mouth to overflowing and dribbled down over my chin, geyser out of his rigid prick and going down my throat.

I sucked his cock even harder, squeezing his balls and urging him to cum even more. His hot jism kept squirting into my mouth and I just kept on swallowing it, until finally his cock drained and went limp. I mouthed still one last bit of cum front his prick and then I pulled my head away, leaving his cock dangling between his legs.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, our demonstration," I said impishly, "but I just had to know what your cock tasted like."

I licked the last little bit of his thick cum off of my fingers, swallowing it and smiling up at him the entire time.

He just shook his head with a laugh, starting to pull up his zipper as if that were the end of it.

"Don't be in such a hurry," I giggled, standing up. I feel like taking a shower and I hate getting in the tub alone. "Peel off my robe, I posed as indecently for him as I could, spreading my legs so my slippery cunt-lips gaped open invitingly. My tits were firm-up and my rubbery dark nipples stood taut, the gentle hollows and curves of my naked body shiny with sweat.

"Lead the way," he said.

Both of us went into the bathroom and Aditya took off all his clothes, stacking them neatly on the closed toilet seat. He was quite a bit young than I was, possibly even in his twenties, but he had a solidly healthy body that was turning me on more and more the longer I looked at it.

I turned the shower on hot the way I liked it and we climbed in, me in front and him right behind me. Picking up the soap I washed him all over, pausing when I got to his dangling prick to soap it all over. His cock twitched when I started sliding my hand up and down it, his legs trembling slightly and his breath getting uneven again.

His cock got stiffer with each of my playful grabs and soon it was standing straight up and ready for whatever I had in mind. I kept sliding my soapy hand up and down his hard prick and the head was so swollen and red it looked like it was ready to bunt.

"Have you ever fucked anybody standing up in the shower?" I asked him with a smile, giving his throbbing cock another squeeze for good measure.

"Not since I fucked my school teacher a few months ago," he laughed, pulling me to him.

He was really strong-looking and I had no doubts about his being able to hold me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rose up on my tip-toes, positioning myself so the head of his upright cock wedged just into the slick-lipped opening of my hairy cunt. Then with a little hop I hooked my legs around the backs of his and brought my snatch down all the way on his rigid prick, burying it fully in my tight cunt-hole.

Both of our expressions showed the intense pleasure we felt when his solid meat slid into my snatch and he grabbed my bare ass with his hands, helping to hold me up. I bounced up and down lightly at first, feeling his huge cock sliding in and out of my cunt-hole; then, as soon as he met my thrusts with his own from underneath, I began to really fuck with a passion.

I hung on tight around his neck and brought my cunt down on his standing prick with repeatedly hard pumping thrusts, spearing myself on his stiff cock and loving the hell out of it.

Shoving his cock deeper and deeper up my slippery snatch, he cupped my firm ass-cheeks and pulled me along even faster, his cock cleaving up into the juicy depths of my pink cunt and filling it with wild sensation.

The spray from the shower was stinging my back but I didn't even notice, all my thoughts centered on the rigid male meat slamming up into my gripping snatch. I was bringing my cunt down on his cock with all my might, shuddering as it stabbed up into my snatch and glutted me with pleasure. I kept bouncing and bouncing, my thighs pumping and straining as I tried to take his stiff prick still deeper. My oily cunt-juices were running out of my cunt-crack and oozing down my legs, the shower washing them away as fast as they seeped down.

Aditya was working his hips back and forth as fast as he could and his hairy cock was ramming up into my wet cunt as far as it could go. His balls were bouncing around and his prick kept slamming into me, his expression set as he held me up and fucked me at the same time.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" I managed to gasp brokenly, working my bare thighs and ass even faster. "OH, GOD! You're fucking me to death! Your big prick is so hard, it's so damned hard! Shove it up my cunt! OH, GODDAMN! OHHHHHH! Cram your hard cock up my cunt, cram it deeper! DEEPER! I love your prick in my pussy, I love the way it feels ramming into my snatch! Fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as you can, fuck me so hard it buns! Keep fucking me, keep fucking! OHHHHHH, I LOVE YOUR PRICK, I LOVE IT! OHHHHHHHH! AARRGGHHH!!"

I was squirming wildly in his arms, working my ass up and down as fast as possible. I could feel his solid prick going all the way up inside my cunt-hole, his fleshy cock-head jabbing into my hot snatch harder still.

He just kept on fucking the shit out of me, pulling me along with his hands squeezing my ass-cheeks and cramming his prick in and out of my quivering cunt.

"Play with my asshole!" I groaned. "Stick your fingers up my asshole. OHHHHHH! Finger-fuck my asshole while you're fucking me! God, I love the feel of your huge prick in my cunt, I just love it! Make me cum, make me cum! OHHHHHHHHH, God!"

Probing with his fingers, he easily found my tight shitter between my splayed-wide ass-cheeks, his fingers going straight up my bung and making me squirm all the more. He finger-flicked my asshole until I was groaning and crying out at the top of my lungs, his massive cock slamming still harder into my sopping-wet snatch.

And then, without missing a stroke and to my utter surprise, he lifted me right up off his hard cock and brought me back down with my asshole on his upright prick. His rigid meat cleaved up into my shit-chute and filled my butt with hardness, his thrusts getting even faster as he started fucking me in the ass.

I was bouncing around and groaning uncontrollably, bringing myself down with strokes that took his cock all the way up my ass. I was riding high with my firm tits in his face and he 0an kissing and sucking at my dark nipples, running his tongue all over them and turning me on all the more.

He bounced me up and down with his prick buried in my hot asshole until I was fighting for breath, my body trembling and my cries of delight getting louder and louder. Then he lifted me up off his rigid prick again and rammed back up into my juicy cunt, pulling me down so his cock-head bottomed out in my snatch.

Overwhelmed with the fucking he was giving me, I just kept on pumping with a frenzy, impaling my cunt-hole on his hard meat and shuddering all over. My snatch was welling over with my hot juices and my wet pussy-smell was filling the small room.

The harder he shoved his cock up my cunt the more my juices flowed and my crotch and thighs were slick with moisture that had nothing to do with the shower. My snatch was so filled with his driving meat it was clenching at it wetly, the slippery muscles within sucking at his prick.

He was pounding my hairy crotch to pieces, his cock piston in and out still faster, and he had his fingers dug deep in my asshole again. Both of us were reeling with the fucking we were giving one another, our breath ragged and becoming more so.

I grabbed even tighter around his neck and ground my slick cunt into the base of his cock, squirming to take his prick still farther up my hole.

He tensed up and let out a little cry, his prick starting to jerk and twitch within my hot snatch.

His cock jerked once more and then his cum erupted in heavy streams, shooting up into my tight cunt and drenching it with his jism. He pushed his prick even deeper up into my slippery snatch, shooting his nuts off and filling me with cum.

Both of us were coming and groaning away, his cock squirting all the cum in his balls straight up my cunt. It was gushing out of his prick and I was taking it all slamming myself down on him and shivering wildly with the feel of it.

Finally I went limp on him, hanging tightly onto his neck and unhooking my legs from his. He lifted me up by my ass and pulled his drained prick out of my snatch, setting me down as he did so.

I was moaning and weak from the great humping he'd given me, my pussy filled with his cum and my asshole sore from the fucking it'd had. I leaned against him, resting my face on his solid shoulder.

"Well now," he said with a smile, "how about if we go back and take a look at the fly.."

"I'd be very impressed with anything you'd care to show me!" I giggled, kissing him on the cheek.



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 10



Sweat was oozing from all her pores and the combat had lasted more than she thought ,Venkat had the energy, this was not new to her – she had seen lot of middle aged men having the stamina to fuck for long hours and multiple times, she knew it was time to clean up, they had been fucking for more than 14 hours now – without any letup, Venkat drilled her in all holes including her ears at times where he deposited lot of his cum, along with shoving some into her armpits and even hair, boobs and of course cleavage, navel and last on the buttocks and in the crevice between her ass cheeks, Shanti was looking and behaving the whore she had become now more or less, what with a driver back home piston his cock in and out and now with a man who was just one meeting old where he had taken her in the silk saree she wore that day, cream green tinge with a green blouse over her ripe and succulent breasts, and now, he had flown down only to fuck her again in all her holes – he had spent a fortune of his time both in terms of money and of course his absence from work which was millions worth every day back in the US.

She quickly took a bath and wearing the bathrobe kept in the bathroom stand was about to return to the room, she took a swipe of her cheeks on her shoulder to wipe an itch, and noticed grime and murk smell on her armpit, she pushed her nose into the cavity only to find that the muck deposited was still intact and she had not washed it away, smell and lick did the trick but she enthused with the adventure of her nose and tongue in the armpit cavity and started to think what and how pleasurable it would be if her lover in the room was to sink his teeth into her armpit cavity.

She would make him do that and there was little chance for him to escape – she knew he will love her armpits and she will seduce him to do her wish, like Urmilla in the movie Rangila. She dropped the robe and tied the long towel around her, white on her dusky skin looked alluring and extremely erotic, she could see herself in the mirror to come around that conclusion, coyly she entered the room, she let her hair down, and decided not to tie it into any kind, no ponytail or whatever, Venkat was lying on the bed, legs sprawled and his shorts were on his side, he had managed to pull up the underwear and was in a state of bliss. She neared the bed and slowly parting the hair in the middle let the water hit the man on his face along with the tresses, he slowly moved from one side to the other – that was not enough.

She slowly pushed her hair and shoulder onto his face – and the water started to drip, drop by drop onto his face and slowly he woke up, woke up like as if he was reliving his dream, a dream which had been fondly building and cherishing for ages now since the last time he had met her and ravished her at the marriage hall in Chennai, it did not take him more than a few seconds to be fully awake to the fully bodied Shanti in front of him on the bed. Slowly the slut started to remove the towel, starting with the head, and slowly untied it unwrapping it around, and reached the bosom and before she could lay it bare she used her left hand to hold it there and at the same time raised the left shoulder to an appropriate level, and tweaked her nose around the bare shoulder, and rubbed it slowly pushed into the crevice of her armpits, and using her tongue she licked her shoulder and left saliva traces all over the flesh, and let her armpit partly shaved with some hair trying to re-grow, she had not shaved for some days now, the sight was extremely unbearable for the love -sex lore Venkat, he grabbed the towel and dragged it off- and catching her only to bring her on top his torso, he draped her hand around his neck and nestled his mouth in the pit, the sexy armpit and started to lick and lick the sexy cavern.

Just when he thought he was enjoying – she got up and using the room phone called the kitchen and asked them to get her white butter cream and strawberry jam, and when it came, she got up in the towel and took it from the bearer – behind the door and soon later, she turned around and removed the towel completely and sat at the edge of the bed and started to rub the cream into her armpits slowly and surely, later with the same hand picked up the jam, with her left hands forefinger and slowly rubbed it deeply into her armpits, Venkat rushed to the edge and dashed her to foot board of the bed and jammed his mouth on the laved armpits, licked the crevice off the cream and jam and slowly added the two – to the boobs and the cleavage and licked it off from the applied flesh, and slowly moved to the other armpit and repeated the same application of the butter cream and jam, and licked it off slowly and surely and carried the cream and jam onto her navel and pussy and asshole and licked it off completely and pushed it into her asshole – his fingers both – the thumb and the forefinger at the same time in both the holes, pussy and the ass, and slowly replaced the same with the tongue and fucked her with his tongue.

Without waiting, Shanti thrust one hand into her slit, pressing two fingers up her pussy. She sighed as she rubbed her tits with the other hand and he watched, suddenly fascinated. Within seconds of seeing her masturbate, his cock was standing at full attention.

But Shanti was having fun teasing him. Now she had him where she wanted him–aching to fuck him–and she knew she'd let me soon. But first she wanted to make him squirm with arousal. Shanti lifted her tit again and pressed the nipple into her mouth.

She sucked on her own erect nipple as she thrust her other hand up and down in the wetness of her juiced and buttered asshole, armpits and cunt slit. She took her time about it, sliding her fingers up to her clit and playing with the bud, then moving down and easing one finger into her pussy, soon matching it with a second.

Finally, she spread her legs further so that she could tuck her hand under her ass and penetrate her asshole. She let her breast go and slid one hand behind her back, frigging herself up the butt while she slid two fingers into her slit. Moaning, she looked at him, panting extremely turned on. Shanti leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock. She licked around the thick, engorged knob and sucked off the pre-cum. Then she moved her way up his body, pulling the sheet off the bed all the way.

He looked deeply into her and said, "Yes- evening flight to Mumbai and from there back home. Will miss you but let us make the best of the time left in the morning, we will leave by 10 – ok?"

"I don't suppose you have any objections to a morning fuck?" she said. "I got to be at Coimbatore at work at one ... I'd love to get some ass before that ... or maybe that should be getting some cock in his ass. Let us make a memorable fuck; you will be leaving today – right?"

Shanti was breathing hard, her face flushed and her breasts getting very firm. She turned on faster than any woman he'd ever fucked–with the possible exception of Julie -his secretary in US. Shanti took her tits in her hands as she lay between his legs. Positioning his cock, she began to slide it into the hollow between her breasts.

"I've been dying to do this to you," she breathed. "Ever since I saw how you were eyeing my tits."

He groaned as she wedged her tits firmly together with his cock in the middle. Shanti was built like a porn star–only with bigger boobs than most of them. It felt great having his cock sandwiched between them, especially when she began sliding up and down, pressing his cock into her cleavage.

"That feel good?" she asked, her eyes wide as she rubbed him between her tits.

He was speechless his cock felt like it was going to burst. He lifted his hips to meet Shanti's horny thrust as she lifted her ass to give herself better leverage. He could see the curvaceous shape of her buttocks through those panties and he wanted to get his cock between them. But right then he was intent on Cumming on Shanti's tits the same way he had on her earlier.

Shanti was moaning loudly in pleasure. She milked a drop of cum out of his cock and paused in her tit-fucking long enough to bend down and suck it into her mouth. Then she returned to her lustful stroking, pressing his cock harder than ever against the flesh of her breasts. She kept her body firmly moving, grunting with exertion as she worked up a sweat. The film of moisture that formed on her tits and armpits only served to lube his cock and make it move better. Pleasure throbbed through his body as she rammed his cock into her cleavage and armpits with perfect rhythm.

He ran his fingers through Shanti's dark hair, stroking her face from time to time as I got worked up. I thrust his hips rapidly so that the swollen head of his rod pressed up into Shanti's face. She rubbed it against her cheek, licking it briefly before shoving her tits back over it. Each time it disappeared into the fleshy curves of her tits, Shanti would groan in pleasure. Shanti was getting plenty loud, and her whole body seemed to be undulating as she held her tits around his prick.

She panted, "That feels good–cum on his tits! Cum, Venkat!"

He groaned as he felt the orgasm starting deep in his balls. It exploded and a steady stream of jizz shot all over Shanti's tits, splashing over her face and neck. She kept pumping her tits up and down as he spurted, and then, with a final shudder of pleasure, he finished.

Shanti slid her cum-covered tits up his stomach. She kissed his lips and thrust her tongue into his mouth.

"I bet Saranya would have done also for you, too," she said. "But my tits are bigger."

"Bigger ain't necessarily better," he mentioned to tease her.

She smiled. "That's right," she said. "But if you can get it up again, I want to get fucked. Think you can fuck me again?"

He squeezed her ass-cheeks and pulled her more firmly against me. He pressed her tits against his chest and thrust his tongue between her lips, hungrily drenching her. He rubbed his cock in between her legs as she fully straddled me, closing her thighs around mine.

"Oh yes," she breathed, her mouth open as she reached between her legs to feel his cock in full erection, ready to enter her.

He gripped her ass and guided her up, until her legs were spread directly above his cock. He felt a droplet of her pussy juice dripping down onto his cock. He reached down and took his cock in his hands, lifting he and guiding it up to Shanti's snatch.

"Oooh yes," she panted. "Put it in ..."

But he wanted to tease this gorgeous creature and see her beg for his cock some more. he pointed the tip of his long, rock-hard shaft directly into the juicy hole of Shanti's pussy and just rubbed it up and down in there, sliding it between Shanti's swollen, dripping cunt lips. She let out a squeal of delight and tried to push his cock inside her, but he wanted to wait. He held her tight with his hand on her glorious ass, and Shanti let me take control of her, he rubbed his hard cock head slowly from the hole of her cunt to her clitoris, teasing her clit into full erection until it throbbed against the head of his prick. Then he jerked it up and down, touching it only with the head of his cock.

He squeezed a drop of cum out of his cock and wiped it off on his thumb, then lifted his hand to Shanti's face and touched it to her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly, licking his thumb to get the thick drop of semen. The look on her face suddenly changed from one of lustful desire to one of absolute mania.

She whimpered and groaned loudly as I stroked his cock head against her clit, he brought the long rod slowly down her slit until it touched her pussy–then he slid in an inch, giving her a taste of his organ. Shanti's mouth gaped and her whole body twitched in ecstasy, but then he pulled his cock back and slid it up to her clit again, pressing on that. Her body continued to shudder as she leaned forward and rubbed her tits against his chest, begging for me to fuck her.

"Please do me," she panted. "I want you in my cunt. It felt so good all of last evening and night–I want it all now ..."

He chuckled as he slid his prick around in the juices of Shanti's fragrant cunt. Then he moved down to her pussy hole, then further–pressing his prick against her asshole!

"That feels so good," she panted. "But I want you to do me in his cunt." Shanti began to whimper. "Will you do me there? Fuck me in his pussy?"

The look on her face was too much to take.

Her cheeks were bright red and her tongue was hanging just a bit out of her mouth. Shanti's eyes sparkled as she begged him for more and this time offered her armpits to take the cock and he instead sucked the remaining juice out of both the armpits like as if they were two ripe mangoes while at the same time he took firm hold of her buttocks and guided her a little back until his cock fitted into the notch of her cunt hole. Then he coaxed her forward, pulling her nude body against his as she settled down her hips. He kissed her on the lips as he penetrated her slowly.

"Oh, oh yes," whimpered Shanti, her nipples getting even harder against his body as she pressed her thighs down, working his cock into her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, laying down fully on top of me so she could lift her hips up and begin to fuck me.

She let out a cry of pleasure as she thrust her hips and body forward and back, massaging his cock with her tight cunt muscles and forcing it in and out of her gripping pussy.

"Now come on and fuck me," she groaned. "Come and fuck me good! Give me your big hard cock!"

She trembled as he came to the couch. He spread her legs wide and pressed his bloated cock-head against her pussy-lips. She gasped with pleasure as she felt how thick his cock-head was. He was like a young stallion, and he was really ready to fuck her again this time.

And, Shanti was not going to disappoint him, she was going to do the whore act again, she loved men and she loved their muck and murk, "Don't tease me with it," she pleaded. "Give it to me hard. Put that big goddamn thing in my pussy!"

She had been holding her voice down, but now she didn't give a damn if everyone in the building heard what was going on. The slight pressure of his huge prick-head just felt too good.

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. She pulled the swollen head of his cock hard against her pussy. She felt his hard cock-head pop into her cunt. It was what she wanted. She screamed in pleasure and pulled harder at his fat cock.

"Now!" she screamed. "Put it in me all the way. Don't wait any more. Put it in me all the fucking way!"

This time he gave her what she wanted. He thrust forward and she felt his cock sliding into her cunt all the way. He really filled her even better than Steve. She could feel his throbbing cock-head all the way into her belly.

"Good," she groaned. "That feels so good. Do it to me, baby. Fuck me good!"

Venkat began to fuck her in slow, delicious strokes. His fat cock filled her so completely that she could hardly understand how he was moving at all. She could feel his bloated cock-head savagely pushing her pussy-lips apart each time he thrust into her cunt.

"That's the way to do it!" she cried. "That's the way I like it. Fuck your whore! Fuck your little office whore!"

She slipped her hands down his back and felt his taut ass. She held onto him tightly as he kept thrusting his hard cock into her cunt. Venkat may have been a sensible type, but he sure knew where to put his big cock.

She felt him change his pace. He was driving deep into her and then lifting himself up when he pulled back. This made his cock rub against her aching clit. It made her crazy. She lifted her legs so that his cock thrust deep inside her pussy.

"You fuck good," she whispered. "You fuck good. I've never been fucked so good on this trip with you!"

His hands moved up to her tits again. He was grabbing them like he couldn't get enough of them. She felt his thumbs tweaking her rigid nipples.

"I'm fucking your ass off," he moaned. "I'm fucking your sweet ass off. You bitch. You sweet fucking bitch! How does it feel, bitch? How does it feel to have my big cock inside you?"

"It feels good," she answered. "Nothing has ever felt so good. You know how to use your prick!"

He was ramming her a little faster. She could hear the wet sounds his cock was making as his swollen cock tore into her. She could feel his hot knob ramming deep into her cunt. She could feel his jism leaking inside her. His jism was mixing with her juices and making his cock slide into her easier.

Shanti could feel the warmth growing in her pussy. She knew it was getting closer to her climax. She raised her legs higher and locked them around his back. She found his mouth and stabbed her tongue inside. She felt the first shivering-spasm shooting through her cunt.

"Oh, that's it!" she cried. "That's what I want. It feels good! It feels so good. You know how to make me come, Mr. Johnson! You know how to make me come! IT FEELS GOOD, SO GOOD!"

It did feel better than she expected. She felt the hot climax shooting through her body. Her juices flooded his thick cock, and he started driving it into her faster. She felt like he was going to drive her right through the couch.

"I love your cock," she moaned. "I love your big cock. Give it to me hard! Give it to me hard. Come in my pussy!"

The couch was slamming against the wall each time he thrust. She had not expected Venkat Johnson to get so violent, but he was giving her a fucking like she'd never had before. He acted like he was trying to tear her in half with his huge cock.

"My cock's bigger, bitch," he moaned. "You feel it getting bigger? It's getting ready to shoot my cum in you!"

She couldn't answer because his mouth covered hers again. His tongue was ramming into her mouth almost as fast as his cock was stabbing her cunt. She felt more of his jism leaking into her cunt and she raised her ass off the couch.

"I'm ready for it, my Lord Venkat!" she cried. "I'm ready for it. Shoot it in me. Shoot your cum in me!"

He moved his mouth to her throat and she felt him biting her. She had never known anyone to get so turned on. She felt one of his hands playing in her thick dark hair.

"I'm coming!" he screamed. "I'm coming. I'm going to shoot my cum! I'm going to fucking come in your pussy! Feel my cum? Feel it shooting in your pussy? FEEL IT!"

He rammed into her deeply and she felt his cum shooting into her cunt. She loved nothing better than dripping cum in her cunt and onto her thighs. She moved her ass quickly to drain every drop of his precious jism.

"That's right," she moaned. "Shoot it all in me. Shoot every drop!"

He kept moving his cock into her pussy for what seemed like hours before his prick went soft and slipped out of her. She felt his cock rubbing against the creamy insides of her thighs.

"That felt wonderful," she whispered. "And you don't really have to give me a job."

"Shanti" Venkat said. "You're not going anywhere today, cannot afford to let a woman like you get away!"



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 11



It is not easy to forget your first love and also it is not easy – believe me to forget your first extra marital fuck and for Venkat it was extremely difficult to forget or even ignore his first ever fuck with a proper housewife and a woman who did not look or seem vivacious but was a tigress in bed, a woman who made him realize – sex was beyond just the missionary style, man dominating the woman, it was a cohesive co-directed affair where the woman has an equally important role, and this woman showed him the way, she led him to believe sex can be enjoyable more when the woman is aggressive and Shanti was all but a slut in the bed, she did it clinically with the precision of a Subject Matter Expert and knew what it takes to please the man, of course making sure and making the other believe that she enjoyed it equally if not more.

Back in New Jersey – the days went by, months went by and it was six months since the interlude but he could not get her out of his mind and out of his jerking of the prick, every time he pricked his wife it was impossible not to fantasize the woman Shanti and not his own wife, he fucked the receptionist and also his colleague Helen, and also visited high class Indian origin call girls but nobody gave him what Shanti provided him that afternoon in the warm confines of the AC room in the Marriage hall at Chennai. She was unforgettable – a woman who will most likely go out of his mind only when he goes to his pyre – and that he knew was not anywhere near and he did not obviously want to live with that as a feeling – he needed to make the effort and take the plunge and get her, he must have her and not pine for the juice of her pussy around his prick, he must taste her and taste he knew he will, only if he took the steps necessary.

He called his brother – and asked him for Ragaswamy's number, his brother laughed. "I know brother, she is unforgettable, am happy not to have indulged in it, you were hungry that day and she was ready but you know now what I meant by 'Once she bites you, you will remain bitten for more', any way should not be a problem, you don' t do anything from here, catch him when you are in Delhi next week, I know you will not be visiting Chennai, see if she can be transported to Delhi."

The next week was hectic and finishing all current and pending activities prior to an overseas travel, he called his secretary for the tickets when he came to know that he was booked by Lufthansa flying into Chennai from Frankfurt and that was like 'god sent', he just smiled when she profusely apologized for the last minute agenda change, a few meetings were slated in the southern part of the country and she could not page him soon and inform about it and the itinerary changes and now was given a flight out of Chennai 3 days later and in between a visit to Coimbatore was fixed to meet some industry majors for expanding his exploits in the Steel space.

He did not mind all this one bit, he was sure – this will be good omen and he will be at last with his love – in the bed soon. Soon on touching ground in Chennai, he called the messenger of God – Ragaswamy and rest was history.

"Hello – how are you my dear little chicken,,,,,,,,long since we met. You come to Chennai and do not find time for this old man and his old tools ––uhmmmmmm" he was on the phone.

"Ragaswamy – am in a meeting with my boss, can we talk in the evening?" Shanti exclaimed.

"Sure – but you may change your mind if you come to know that your lover who must be giving you sleepless nights and sleepless wet nights is in India and wants to meet you desperately" he was matter of fact.

"Who is this – Ragha...??" she blurted the name, her brother was right, no other man had affected her as much as him.

"Ah ha ha – so he is tormenting – check your parts, they may be wet already???" Ragaswamy was getting bolder.

He was again right, she was wet between her legs and her pussy was juicing up viciously with lot of viscous and all that meant she was in need of the man and his prick – she desired him as much as he wanted her and in her earnestness could not hold any longer " Where is he ...?"

"He is now here – and wants be in Coimbatore tomorrow, incidentally does not know that his desire stays there, should I tell him?" he knew the answer.

"Yesssssssssss..." she said.

"AAAHHHHHHH- really, what is there for me if I let him ...will you satisfy me when you come here next?" he did not bother that they were on the landline intercom and others could be privy to their conversation.

She realized and quietly asked him to call her on the mobile and kept the phone.

There was no phone call after that – and sometime late in the evening when she was walking back home there was a call – and the number was somewhat different, she picked up the call and it was from the Hotel Heritage Coimbatore.

They asked her to check into room 202 where her 'husband' Venkat was checking in later in the evening. She smiled into the phone and nodded telling the receptionist at the hotel that she will do so – she knew the pleasure was about to start and she would be getting into one more epic soon. Shanti was looking forward to this meeting and this time as his 'wife' – well well he was really desperate and this was going to be hell let loose in bed – and she decided to go home and thought over what she must tell Sridhar and inlaws – she had her story ready. She also decided to take the same cream green colored silk saree – the one which 'inspired' Venkat to maul her the last time in that nice AC room up there in the marriage hall. As she reached home - she noticed Shankar Bhikham(Bhikhu) - the neighbour's servant -her newly acquired lover in the last couple of months.

It all started as a mere rebuke and then she wanted him, the young servant was good in bed, she went into the flash back – when he had come to her office at home and ...

She was dressed sedately in a *salwar-kurta* ensemble, with a light chiffon *dupatta* spread over her torso and knotted behind her back. She wore no makeup, except a thin black thread with an amulet around her neck.

He did several part-time jobs in the block of apartments where she lived. Earlier that night, he was down in the car-park, smoking a cigarette, his chores done. He looked up idly and his eyes slid past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double-take, snapped back. She stood at her window, looking at him. Even at that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was watching him. As he watched, she slid her hands under her *dupatta* and brazenly lifted her breasts. He dropped his smoldering cigarette in shock. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching him, she spread her feet apart and pumped her hips in an unmistakably obscene manner. Nodding slightly, she beckoned to him and stepped back into the shadows.

His heart thumping with excitement, the servant raced up the stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, he stopped and took a deep breath. His pulse throbbed. Gently, he tried the door. It swung open. He stepped in and shut it quietly. He knew she lived alone today – he had seen her husband ands leaving the previous day.

Shanti was waiting in the living room. Except her transparent chiffon *dupatta*, she was naked. He stared at her. Her breasts were covered by the filmy material, but her belly and crotch were exposed to his gaze. Her eyes glittered with excitement. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts, lifting them in her hands.

"Fuck me," she said softly in Tamil, her voice filled with lust.

"Fuck me hard."

No introductions were asked for, none were needed. This was the best kind of sex, uncomplicated by any bond, an unabashed quest for physical gratification. They kissed hungrily, and her tongue was quick and eager in his mouth and her body was hot against his,she undressed him quickly and her cunt ground against his crotch and her breasts pressed warm on his chest. She slid a hand down to his groin and fondled his swelling penis. He groaned softly. She bent her head and sucked on his nipples, her fingers coiled around the long serpent of his penis. She fisted him slowly, feeling him harden in her hands, and slid to her knees before him. Flipping back his foreskin, she swirled her long tongue expertly over his cock-head. Her breath was warm on his tool-tip, and then her mouth enveloped his cock in its moist warmth. She began to suck hard on his penis, her head moving rapidly back and forth. He groaned and arched his head and wondered how often she had done this and with whom.

He fucked her mouth slowly, pumping his hips at her face, moving her head back and forth. His cock and her lips and cheeks grew shiny and sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He bent and fondled her breasts and found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering under his thumbs. His cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her mouth. His cock was satisfyingly large, at least ten inches long and correspondingly thick. It was a long time since she'd had a cock as big. Its musky taste and the heady odor of his cum excited her. She was desperate for a fuck. She would offer him her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her breasts, any orifice he chose.

One hand on her head, he rocked her face rapidly back and forth, grunting in delight. He bent his head to watch his cock glistening in and out of her mouth. His hips pumped and his belly sucked in with tension. Her face distended with his throbbing erection and she sucked harder, jerking his shaft with firm fingers.

"Yeh ... suck it, bitch ... suck my cock ... oh fuck yes ... that's it, that's good ... Aaah Tamil slut ... suck my meat, whore ... oh fucking hell yes!

She spread her thighs and leaned forward on her forearms and reached down to spread her cunt-lips open. He could see the dewy beads of cunt-juice on her pubic fuzz. Her puckered anus enticed him and he debated whether to fuck her butt.

"Aaah am your tamil slut lover ... fuck me...fuck me hard," she grunted.

He decided to fuck her cunt first. He dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. She felt his cock-head at her anus and promptly bent forward and clawed her buttocks open for him. He laughed softly.

"Later, whore," he said. "I'll fuck your ass later.

She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he squeezed his cock-head into her. Shanti gasped as his penis seared into her flesh. The servant groaned and flexed his buttocks, thrusting deep into her. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that cramped and convulsed on his penis. His head arched in pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he swung his hips forward and thrust deep into her.

Shanti cried out loudly as the swollen penis pierced her belly. Her breasts were hot and swollen and they jerked and jiggled as he rocked into her.

"Aaah Tamil slut slut ... take it!" the man gasped.

The obscenity aroused her. Moaning deliriously, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. Her cunt ran up and down the length of his shaft, impaling itself on his cock repeatedly. The servant took several deep breaths to regain control. He waited patiently on his knees behind her and caressed her back. He watched her cunt slide up and down his rigid penis and the sight aroused him. He prised her buttocks open and pressed his finger to her anus. She moaned and her sphincter yielded and he inveigled a thick finger into her ass. He slid his other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and arching, her body jerking and rocking under him. Her breasts swung with her motions and he squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples in his fingers.

Shanti's head snapped up and she moaned. Her cunt and breasts were fiery with lust. She moved faster. Her body rocked and jerked before him, her buttocks slapping loudly at his strong thighs. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and he could feel the hot flow of her cunt-juices on his groin.

He slid his fingers out of her cunt and ass and, his hands on her hips, began to move. His hips pumped and swung back and forth, each skewering thrust probing her cunt. He rolled his hips savagely and she gasped and moaned as his cock ran into her cunt from all angles. It rasped against her inflamed clitoris, and she felt his heavy balls swinging at her cunt-lips. She stretched a hand between her thighs and squeezed his balls. He moaned and fucked her faster and harder. His balls were on fire. He began to sweat.

And just then – her mobile rang- she was brought back to the current moment and into this world, slowly smiling at her lover who winked at her standing next to the electric pole, entered her house taking the call, it was Ragaswamy – she knew he will be calling. "He is reaching at 8pm, am not sure where he is staying, make your plans accordingly. Do not back out, am going to gain a lot of this sexual pleasure you will have with your lover, am going to get a huge business from the fellows, huge commercial gains. So just enjoy and enjoy"

"What is there in it from me -" this time it was her turn.

"Will give you a good share" he said.

"No – don't need anything – just don't trouble my sister" she said.

"You remember the next night after we had fucked in your room that evening, how you came with me to my assistant's office and we fucked till late morning – and then I dropped you to the station to take the morning train to CBE?"

She remembered – it all came back and another flash back, the assistant had left his office to the lovelorn sister and her brother in law, and Ragaswamy was naked down to his basics, she was totally nude in minutes, and slowly but surely, he had pushed her down on her forearms, raising her buttocks higher. He spread his legs in a deep squat astride her hips and began to ride her. Her mouth split into a wide 'O' of pure lust as he ground his hips against hers.

Then he fucked her hard with deep, punishing thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, his penis going in and out of her cunt, glistening with their mingled juices. Her body jerked under his thrusts and she moaned loudly, obscenely, begging him to fuck her harder. He obeyed her his sister and started ram-fucking her cunt, thudding into her, his cock rasping in and out of her cunt with an audible rasp. She squeezed her breasts in a frenzy as he moved faster and faster till he was rocketing in and out of her cunt like a dervish.

Shanti orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat swamped her.

The man was magnificent. He went on fucking her hard, right through her orgasm. She expected him to come inside her as her cunt convulsed feverishly on his penis but, to her amazement and delight, he held back. She gasped softly in wonder and joy and heard him chuckle softly.

He slid his penis out of her. She turned on her back and he knelt over her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked it greedily and gasped as he bent over her and thrust his tongue into her cunt. They got into a sixty-nine slowly and she whimpered in pleasure, sucking and licking his cock and balls.

Her cunt tingled pleasurably. This man was good. His body was hard and lean and smelled musky and erotic. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, thick and heavy, flicking her inflamed clitoris incessantly.

He rolled off her and she knelt astride his groin, his cock in her hand. She guided it to her cunt and, with a shuddering gasp, squeezed the cock-head into her flesh. He grunted as the soft heat of her cunt-flesh enveloped him again. She paused with her hips high and just the cock-head inside her, leaning forward with her hands on his chest. Grunting with tension, gripping her buttocks, he fucked her furiously, ramming his hips up and down beneath her.

She cried out, her head arching as the cock slammed in and out of her cunt. Her breasts bounced as his hips thumped against her buttocks. Then her buttocks crashed down greedily on his cock and he groaned as she began to rock and buck rapidly over him, her cunt sliding up and down his pole in feverish excitement.

Her head whipped back and forth and her breasts jiggled and bounced. He held her buttocks and moved her on his lap. She reached back to cup his balls. He gasped loudly as she slid her cunt down deep onto his cock and flexed and inflexed her buttocks rapidly. Her cunt seemed to chew on his penis.

She swung her buttocks round and round and her hand splayed flat on her belly and she fingered her clitoris.

He watched her, deeply aroused. Faster and faster they moved and now she leaned over him on outstretched arms and rocked rapidly up and down on his cock. Her cries rang in his ears.

Her buttocks caromed and bounced off his thighs, her cunt a hot, wet, greedy vortex of intense pleasure. He bucked furiously under her, making her groan and cry out in lust.

Shanti 's cunt blazed with heat and she soared up towards another orgasm. At the last minute, just before the sun broke through the clouds, she slid off his cock and turned on her back on the floor, spreading her legs and bending her knees. She clawed her cunt-lips open for him and reached for his cock as he moved between her thighs. He bent over her and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt slowly with a loud gasp, Her back bowed and arched as his burning penis seared into her cunt.

Her supple thighs coiled about his hips. She dragged his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply, her tongue feverish in his mouth.

"Aaah Tamil slut fucker ... screw my slit," she muttered. "Screw me hard!"

"Yeh ... take it you whore ... take my cock," he rasped.

Stretched over her on outstretched arms, his cock still pushing into her cunt channel, gasping and making her moan in delight as it burrowed deeper and deeper into her, he fought to steady himself. His cock throbbed ominously, and the cum roiled in his balls, aching for release.

Steadily, he drove himself deeper and deeper into her until he was fully embedded in her cunt, his cock in to the hilt.

Shanti arched under him, her loins lurching up to his, her hands on his massive shoulders. He began to move and she responded eagerly, moving in unison with him. Soon, they were gasping and panting, their bodies streaming with sweat. Her body snapped back, her breasts jiggled, his thrusts got faster, deeper, harder. Within minutes, he was ram-fucking her furiously again. His head arched back and his buttocks plummeted up and down, up and down, up and down, his penis stroking powerfully in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt.

Shanti moaned deliriously, her head whipping ecstatically from side to side.

She began to orgasm again and he kept fucking her, forcing her on to another orgasm and yet a third. She moaned and cried out, her body heaving and writhing and thrashing joyously under his. Now he wanted her for his own pleasure. He jerked out of her and fucked her again, this time lying on his side and thrusting quickly into her from behind, lifting one of her legs high in his hand.

He fucked her rapidly, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced and she cried out, her eyes closed, whimpering tiredly.

The enormous cock was relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in and out of her cunt, his balls slamming against her buttocks and thighs.

She came again and he swore violently, his cock jerking into her over and over. He struggled for control. Somehow, he managed to hold back. She bowed her head, panting and gasping, awed by his stamina and staying power.

Rarely did a lover satisfy her thus. She sensed her brother's desire and she satisfied it willingly. Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her hands clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back, offering her anus. Gasping with excitement, the brother in law stood behind her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. He was burning with lust. Her sphincter spasmed once and he cried out, his head snapping back and jammed his cock into her asshole. 




Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 11



Shanti screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain and lust as the huge, fiery rod seared into her butt. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to masturbate frantically.

"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasped.

Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again and again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped almost painfully on his dick. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally lost control.

Beneath him, Shanti mewed in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sting of his cock pressure in a searing flood into her asshole.

He slid out of her asshole slowly, his cock quivering and throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling gasps. Her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled softly and squeezed her dangling breasts.

She groaned.

"Well, dear sister, like it? Had a good fuck?" he growled.

She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes," she said. "It was very good. Thank you. Are you game for more?"

Shanti's brother laughed. "Sure thing, not now – am tired, am an old guy ok."

She hit a toy lying on the floor and was about to trip, caught the railing next to the main door leading to the terrace, gasped and suddenly back into the present, and was happy that nobody was at home, she quickly went into her bedroom to change and the phone rang again and this time, she was sure it was Venkat.

"Remember me!" he called.

"Yes –-" she replied.

"So ready to be with me all night."

Not that she needed any bidding anyways ...



Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 12



She arrived at Ratan's place on time – half past 5pm. 

She smiled gently at Ratan 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. She had come in the evening to join him for the Party that night along with Chitra. 

His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She wore a sleeveless kurta with deep cleavage and a flimsy see through dupatta and a nice bindi adorned the middle of her forehead. 

She had deliberately worn the mangalsutra although she had been sorely tempted to discard it, but she had resisted the temptation knowing well how it excited Ratan to feel that he was fucking another man's wife.

Shanti was irresistible and had a quality that Ratan found intensely erotic. Her face and manner, her sensuous face made men want to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was thick and glossy with typical Tamil 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, pear-shaped, laced with makeup she was of good height, wheat-skinned, slim, and stunningly shaped. 

She had a good cleavage, around which she wore the black-and-gold beaded

Mangalsutra. 

Her long, graceful neck led to full breasts, superbly shaped, like ripe mangoes, shapely with long nipples and her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared to softly delectable ass puddles that closed around a particularly dainty, puckered anus in which she did not allow much to be explored and was going to especially be enjoyed by an enthralling thick, hard penis. 

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

Shanti also wore a small gold nose-stud in one nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings, and the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length.

Her body was curved like ivy clinging on the wall spreading from her shoulders to a sexy waist, then opening out again to her hips and buttocks. Her enthusiasm and aptitude for sex was not known to many and had remained suppressed all these days, or till the other day when Chitra and Ratan uncorked it.

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.

Ratan wondered at the openness which Shanti was displaying, a reluctant wife till the other day and now she was dying to spread her legs for him. His eyes held hers for a long moment, "What is it, my love. You seem to be troubled. I am sure this is not real. You want something."

Though the fires of her lust danced in her eyes and her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face, " I need your help, just cannot take this anymore – the guilt of doing it with you and now the torment of this asshole Sriram chasing me all over. "

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 straps of her kurta off her shoulder, releasing the pressure off her chest and he did it expertly. 

It settled at her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her salwar, letting that, too, and drop. She was naked beneath that, her cunt hair neatly trimmed in anticipation.

One by one, he flicked open the buttons of her chemise 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. 

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

She began to moan softly and to shift and squirm deliciously. Ratan was on his side, his head bending down as he mouthed her nipples, switching back and forth between those explosive nuggets of sensation. 

His hand rested on her lower belly, flat and open, the fingers splayed out in the curly mound of her cunt hair. 

He gave a little moan as he slurped a fat nipple between his lips. 

His breath was hot on her tits. Shanti moved her hand down to his groin and was overjoyed to find that his cock was swollen enormously, rock hard and throbbing. 

His balls were bloated. She cupped the cum-sac, squeezing lightly, and then folded her fist around the shaft of his prick and began to massage and caress his cock. 

She skimmed very slowly up his prick, from root to crown, and rubbed her thumb against the sensitive point where the thick prick-shaft flared out into the tip of the cock.

Now Ratan slid his own hand lower and dipped his fingers into Shanti's friend's crotch. 

She gave a little gasp. 

Her cunt was parted and creamy, and her clit exploded like a stick of dynamite as he fingered it. She could feel her cunt-lips slowly unfurl, like the petals of a fleshy, pink blossom opening to the morning sun.

He stroked her cunt-lips and rubbed her cut, then gently pushed his middle finger up her cunt, turning it about inside her hot, wet pussy tunnel, while his thumb worked on her love button. 

He was still mouthing her tits and now Shanti thought that maybe she was going to cream on this hand-job, but the thought did not disturb her as did the idea of jacking Ratan off–because she was a woman who could come time and again, and, if she got off on his hand, she would still be ready and eager to cream again on his prick. Then his lips pulled away.

Shanti parted her thighs wider and waited, expecting Ratan to fuck her now. But his lips moved on her again, kissing her stomach, and then sliding down to her hot belly. Shanti blinked and risked a glance.

Ratan was moving down on her! 

Oh, what a lovely evening this is going to be, thought the horny housewife. She adored getting her pussy sucked almost as much as she did getting fucked, and she enjoyed having both done in sequence. 

Ratan was a talented cunt lapper, but he didn't go down on her as much as Shanti would have liked. 

This was a rare day, indeed! She parted her legs a bit wider and tilted her pelvis, so that her groin rose up, easily accessible to his tongue. He was kissing her on her pussy mound now, his lips rustling in her curly cunt thicket. 

He had twisted around so that he could move his head down and still leave his cock up where she could fondle it. Shanti lowly pulled up the fat, pounding prick shaft. 

As her hand came p, his foreskin curled up behind the cock-knob and, as she pushed back down, his swollen purple tip of the cock expanding like a hooded cobra the cleft parted. A few drops of preliminary cum juice glistened on the tip. 

The sight made her mouth water. She felt a slut now – it was so unusual but what a transformation, for 12 long years – she was a converted Virgin and now she had been fixed, wanted to get all those years back. 

Shanti could pretend no longer. She felt so hot now that t would not have surprised her if her cunt had suddenly ignited. If the room had been dark, she thought that her loins would have glowed with the luminosity of her lust.

Her crotch was steaming in his face and ribbons of cunt juice were pouring down her crotch and soaking into the crack of her ass. She reached down with her free hand–still holding his cock in the other–and pulled his head into her groin.

Ratan began to tongue her pussy with long slurping strokes, his head turning from side to side. He lapped up the open cunt slot and across the throbbing clit. 

Shanti whimpered, grinding her crotch down into his face. 

He clamped his lips on her clit and sucked, then stabbed his tongue up her hole as far as it would extend. She could hear the moist sounds his mouth made and she could hear her pussy squish. 

He lifted his head for a moment, looking down into her open cunt, and she saw that he was coated with slippery pussy juice from brow to chin. Then he buried his head and sucked some more. 

"Oh!" Shanti wailed, as the first spasm hit her. The waves began to ripple across her belly and to run like an electric current up her thighs. They came faster, and higher. 

Each wave was being compressed into the one before, and the one to follow, until they had blended into one sustained peak of pleasure, and Shanti was melting with the ecstasy of a prolonged orgasm. 

She churned her ass and rolled her belly. Her hips worked like pistons and her legs trembled violently. Ratan gave a little moan of satisfaction as he realized Shanti was coming.

His lips parted and clamped over her hairy cunt, and he sucked the cunt juice out of her pussy hungrily. He kept working on her cunt until she stopped thrashing about and, tugging gently at his head, urged him upwards. 

He gave her pussy a last loving slurp, then twisted up and mounted her. She smiled up at him, happily, contentedly–yet, despite having come, her expression showed that she was still eager for his cock. 

He grinned down at her, a gleam in his eyes, his lips creamy with her fuck fluids. 

He braced his weight on hands and knees and his big cock loomed out over her belly. She saw the elongated shadow of his cock fall over her loins. 

Then he dipped his ass and pushed in, and his prick slipped into her cunt without needing any guidance, running true as a torpedo. He pushed the tip in, and then paused, enjoying the expectation. 

Her cunt lips began to pull on his cock head, keen to drag that welcome meat up her hot fuck hole. Her clit brushed his hard cock-knob. That knob flared and pulsed in the entrance to her cunt. 

His ass tightened and he fed her pussy another inch, pausing again. His whole tip of the cock was bedded in her cunt now, but the long, thick cock shaft was still between them, like a big bolt fixing his balls to her crotch.

She squirmed and humped. "Put it in," she gasped. He fed her another teasing inch. "Put it all in!" she wailed. She felt his cock head spread and expand, gripped snugly by her cunt lips, pulsating and pounding. His hands moved down and cupped her under the ass. He lifted her pelvis higher. Then he slowly fucked the full length of his rampant cock meat into her cunt, going in balls-deep with that long, rippling stroke. "Ahhhh," she sighed. 

Ratan held the full penetration, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his cock buried in her hot pussy and letting Shanti enjoy the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with Cock. His balls were jammed into her crotch, hanging down against the slope of her up thrust ass, and his belly was plastered against her. 

Her pussy began to work on him even before they began to fuck. She had a talented, pliable cunt. The inner muscles closed in a series of concentric rings, working up his prick from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off inside herself.

He lowered his head and sucked on a tit-tip. Shanti clamped her thighs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his ass. 

She had molded her body into a fucking machine. Her thighs were hooks, her groin a cup. 

She began to pump, sliding an inch or two along his rigid prick. 

Ratan groaned as he felt her slippery cunt moving up and down on his cock. He took a slow stroke, fucking his cock into her as she slid her pussy down. 

Shanti wound herself sinuously around on his fat cock, her ass describing a spiral and her belly grinding through a spiral curve as it pushed down. 

He began to really fuck her furiously then as they fell into the rhythm together, fucking in counterpoint. 

As Ratan fucked in, Shanti jammed her cunt down to meet him and as he withdrew she twisted her hips from side to side, wringing his retracting cock meat while her crotch churned around, levering her clit against his prick.

Her whole crotch was awash with foaming cunt juice. The stuff sprayed out as he fucked into her pussy, pumped out by the fat plunger of his prick, soaking his belly and balls and pouring down into the crack of her ass. 

Shanti was clinging to him, riding him from below. Her arms were clasped around his neck and her legs scissor his haunches. 

Her slender back was arched deeply, belly up and shoulders down. They were both grunting as they fucked their groins together. 

Ratan was alternating his strokes, coming in low and with one, then hiking his trembling ass up and fucking in at a descending angle that rubbed every inch of his cock across her tingling cut as it went into her fuck hole. 

Her firm, gently rounded belly whipped against him in that erotic spiral, and his cum-filled balls swung in to whack against her ass, like the clapper of a hairy bell peeling out the chimes of Carnal desire. 

As he fucked faster, his cock grew fatter, expanding inside her and spreading her pliable pussy out around it. Her cunt was molded to the outline of his prick shaft and cock-knob, so that there was fluid friction through every inch. 

There seemed to be a mysterious mouth somewhere in the depths of her belly, sucking on the head of his cock, a magical hand stroking up and down his prick shaft as her pussy muscles contracted.

She relaxed the grip of her thighs as he withdrew, and then tightened them, drawing him back into her hairy bowl. Her heels were locked behind his haunches, rubbing against his asshole. 

"Fuck," she whimpered. Then the horny housewife began to re peat the word, saying it once each time he plunged in, as if she were describing the act, putting dialogue to the erotic ballet. 

He was fucking in frantically now as his peak built higher, fucking so fast that she could not pause between the repetitions as she whimpered the word over and over again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

And she met his strokes with equal vitality. Her whole smooth body had started to vibrate. She was ready to come again, waiting for him, wanting to cream at the same instant that he poured his hot cum juice into her. 

She said, "Fuck! Come!" "Yeah, yeah," he panted, almost there. "Shoot it in me, darling–fill my cunt with all that hot, thick juice! Let me feel you squirt it up me!"

Ratan gasped and wondered at her language and lust for sex. How long he had wait for this Tamil lass to spread her legs, how long he had pined for her and now here she was below him enjoying his fuck which he just imagined all these days, just fantasized. His balls burst and the sap rushed up his cock. 

Shanti could feel the prick shaft ripple as the cum poured up it–and then she felt the steaming fuck lava hose her pussy. She cried out with animal passion. 

Her pussy melted around his prick like a wax candle around a hard, fiery wick. Each time he fucked in to the root, he shot another thick load of sperm up her, and she responded with an equal flow of pussy juice that gushed into her fuck hole and blended with his juice. 

His meaty cock was pumping the stuff out of her as it filled her cunt tunnel. Foaming and frothy, the lather of love creamed from her slot, and they both kept replacing it with more. 

He shot seven or eight doses up her, the stuff jetting out as if his balls were bottomless, and Shanti felt as if her whole body and being were dissolving, magically changing into cunt-juice and pouring out of her groin. 

The bed was soaking under her ass. She was slipping and sliding on a film of fuck juice as she worked out the last spasms of her climax.

At last, Ratan slowed. He halted–and then he grimaced and fucked into her a few more times, pumping out yet another geyser of cum juice. Shanti kept moving until, finally, he was drained. 

His head sank down onto her cushioning tits. She held him to her tenderly. 

Her cunt rippled and she moved her loins gently as she made sure that she had milked out every drop of her own orgasm. Then they snuggled together contentedly.

She looked at him and sought for an answer.