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.