Shanti’s Sexual Exploits Ch. 12

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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


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 beşiktaş escort 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 beşyol escort 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 beykent escort 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.

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