12-01-2019, 02:40 PM
Shanti - Seductive Adulteress Ch. 08
She was waiting for him on the terrace of the Main Building in the College Campus, it housed the big daddies including the Principal's office when he finally got through his never ending part-time chores in different College holds. She led him silently to a secluded area in deep shadow between two huge concrete water storage tanks. Without further ado she slipped out of her clothes and virtually tore his off his body. Her hunger was naked and obvious and she went at him like a tigress, as if she wanted to devour all of him.
She knelt and sucked his cock, and already she was astonishingly good at it. When he pushed her away, she begged him to tongue-fuck her and there was no way he could refuse. She sat on his face, her head flung back, her face turned to the silver moon, moaning and gasping deliriously as he probed her cunt deep. When they were ready, she turned on her hands and knees and presented her delectable buttocks to him again, spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her from behind
They fucked for nearly an hour. She wanted to try every position and he was hard put to slow her down. She seemed to be unusually knowledgeable about them. He was awed by her skill and the intensity of her driving lust. She came as he fucked her on all fours and then she turned him on his back and mounted him, astride his hips, impaling herself on his cock. She had come half a dozen times already and this had to be the last - till the next day. She sank lower, biting her lower lip, her face contorting in a rictus of lust, a soft gasp hissing from clenched teeth as he held her hips and jerked her down onto his penis.
"Ohhhhh Adi ... yes ... OHHhhhh god yes yes OHhhh uhhh *hanh*!" she moaned, jerking on his penis.
Their bodies glistened with silver beads of sweat that sparkled off them as they rocked and swung together in mounting frenzy. Her breasts swung and bounced and she squeezed them in delight as he fingered her anus, making her writhe on his cock. When she exploded, he timed his own orgasm to perfection and, thudding up into her, spilled his seed yet again into her craven cunt.
In the days that followed, they fucked like randy honeymooners at every opportunity, and Shanti's lethal skills quickly grew. She had a natural aptitude for it and, with practice, she learned how to prolong her orgasm to achieve mind-blowing intensity, how to torment him with her lips and tongue and breasts and fingertips and cunt till he surrendered.
Shanti could think of little else. She longed for it and waited impatiently till they could be alone. Saturdays were the best, for they had the entire morning free - she had no College, and the rest of the family was out. But, equally, Sundays were miserable, crawling with maddening slowness to the night when at last they could meet on the terrace. They took to fucking all over the Cottage in his house when they were alone: in his bed, on the floor, in the canteen kitchen, on the dining table, in the bathroom and even in the open balcony, screened from the prying eyes of the inquisitive neighbors only by the creepers on the trellis. She loved that especially, the danger of being found out adding an erotic thrill to the sex.
He was really good with her: knowledgeable, skilled, blessed with a good, taut body and a satisfyingly large penis, he could torment her till she was moaning and keening like a rutting bitch, begging him to fuck her. He would alternate between great tenderness and masterful roughness in his handling of her, and the combination was like sugar and spice and drove her wild.
Shanti introduced him to dirty videos. Adi thought they were fantastic, an immense turn-on. They watched them in the living room, just the two of them, naked, filled with lust, hot and hungry. Adi sat on a couch his legs spread wide, Shanti on the floor between them. Ordinarily, he was not permitted to use the furniture; but they had found that reversing their daily roles excited both of them. She enjoyed having him dominate her treat her as sex-slave. She looked up at him and reached back for his hardening penis.
She tilted her head back and reached up for his cock. She took his cock-head between her lips. He grinned and slid his hands down the craned column of her throat and cupped and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were rigid. Her legs split open and her knees forked. He could see dewdrops of her cunt-juice glistening on her pubic fuzz. She slid a finger into her crack and began to masturbate. The sight aroused him. His cock grew hard and slippery in her fist. She turned over and buried her face in his lap. He gasped and flung his head back as she took his cock deep in her mouth. On the screen, the sex-vixen was getting herself laid by a dark, hugely endowed man. He had an impossibly large cock.
"Look, whore," he muttered and pulled her away.
Shanti turned around and gasped. The man's cock was incredible over ten inches long, correspondingly thick, with huge balls. He had the woman on all fours and he was ram-fucking her relentlessly from behind. The girl's face was contorted in a rictus of unbridled, un-faked lust and she was moaning and whimpering in joy.
Shanti's cunt tingled with excitement.
She rose and turned around to sit on Adi's lap, her back to him. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her cunt hole. She eased herself down onto the cock-head. She fondled his balls gripped his cock and slowly, un-flexing her buttocks, slid lower. The rough shaft rasped against her inflamed clitoris and she gasped, tossing her head back, arching her back. He squeezed her breasts.
Her cunt spasm on his cock and it was incredible as always.
"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, whore! Sit on my prick! Take it all!"
"Oh ma ... uhhhh ... OHHHHH!" she gasped and slid lower still, impaling herself deeply on his cock. It was wonderful, and seemed to fill her to the brim.
Gasping and panting, she began to rock and buck up and down on his cock. He grunted and bucked his hips beneath her. They gaped at the screen.
The woman was now being fucked by another man, who was as heavily endowed as his predecessor in her orifice. She was on her back and the man was thumping away, his cock glistening as it stroked and piston in and out of her cunt. Her legs were drawn up high and locked behind his back and the camera showed, in mind-boggling close-up, his cock and her cunt and anus as their loins crashed together. Their voices were loud and their cries obscene and guttural.
Shanti went wild. She bucked up and down on Adi's penis like a woman possessed, gasping and crying out, arching back to kiss him and thrust her tongue into his mouth, bouncing up and down on his lap, her breasts tossing wildly. She squeezed them in her hands and moaned. Faster and faster she went and soon lost control, tumbling head over heels in the throes of a tidal orgasm.
"OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHhh Adi yes yes yes ohhhhhh god yes OHhhhhh uhh OHHHHHH uhhh *hanh* uhhhhh uhhhhhh Ohmauhhh *hanh* uhhh uhhhhh Ohma uhh ohmaohma uhhhh OHHHHHHH!" she cried.
Adi crushed her swollen breasts in his hands. "Take it! C'mon whore, take my cock! *Le ... le rundi le ... le mere* *lund* ko UNHhh *hanh*!" he grunted.
Adi pushed her off his lap and on all fours on the floor and mounted her from the rear, a position she had grown to dearly love. She moaned as he slid his cock into her again and began to fuck her quickly. She turned her face up, rocking gently to and fro beneath him, watching the screen as she ran her cunt back and forth along the length of his shaft. Her breasts swung to and fro and he leaned forward to squeeze them, pinching her rigid nipples.
"Yes ... ohhhh uhh yes ... fuck me ... *chodh mujhe* ... fuck me, Adi ... fuck me hard! *jorse chodh*!" she gasped like a whore.
"Take it! Take my cock, whore ... *Lele rundi* ... *le* *mere* *lavde* *ko* ... *hanh* uhhhhh aHHHhhhhh ... OHhhhh uh OHHHH uhhhhh *hanh* uhh OHH!"
His buttocks flexed and un-flexed powerfully and his hips swung rapidly to and fro, back and forth. He gasped and flung his head back. Shanti whimpered and dug a hand under her body to cup his balls. He groaned as she squeezed them and rammed into her hard, slamming his balls against her buttocks.
"YES!" she cried. "Ohhhh yes yes ohhh god yes!"
He hammered violently at her, stopped started again stopped again. He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her back. She spread her legs and lifted them, drawing him between. He bent over her and she groped for his cock, guiding it to her hole. He thrust into her smoothly and she arched under him, gasping winding her legs taut about his lean hips.
He moaned and began to fuck her heavily and deeply. She murmured in pleasure and bucked under him. Their bodies streamed with sweat. Slowly he took her to the edge and held her there, quivering and moaning and whimpering, while he stroked gently in and out of her. His enormous cock was incredible inside her. Her body flamed with lust.
"Come on come on come on," she rasped, gritting her teeth in tension.
But he would not be hurried. He forced her over the edge first and as she arched and gasped, clinging fiercely to him, her cunt biting down sharply on his cock, he stroked swiftly in and out of her till she was thrashing wildly in her orgasm. Then he drove deep into her again and again and came hard, shooting thick wads of jizz deep into her cunt. She arched to him, loving the familiar feel of his spout warm and sticky inside her, knowing that he would then pull out of her cunt and give her his cock to suck, his seed to swallow. It was a routine she loved, and he never disappointed her.
She was waiting for him on the terrace of the Main Building in the College Campus, it housed the big daddies including the Principal's office when he finally got through his never ending part-time chores in different College holds. She led him silently to a secluded area in deep shadow between two huge concrete water storage tanks. Without further ado she slipped out of her clothes and virtually tore his off his body. Her hunger was naked and obvious and she went at him like a tigress, as if she wanted to devour all of him.
She knelt and sucked his cock, and already she was astonishingly good at it. When he pushed her away, she begged him to tongue-fuck her and there was no way he could refuse. She sat on his face, her head flung back, her face turned to the silver moon, moaning and gasping deliriously as he probed her cunt deep. When they were ready, she turned on her hands and knees and presented her delectable buttocks to him again, spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her from behind
They fucked for nearly an hour. She wanted to try every position and he was hard put to slow her down. She seemed to be unusually knowledgeable about them. He was awed by her skill and the intensity of her driving lust. She came as he fucked her on all fours and then she turned him on his back and mounted him, astride his hips, impaling herself on his cock. She had come half a dozen times already and this had to be the last - till the next day. She sank lower, biting her lower lip, her face contorting in a rictus of lust, a soft gasp hissing from clenched teeth as he held her hips and jerked her down onto his penis.
"Ohhhhh Adi ... yes ... OHHhhhh god yes yes OHhhh uhhh *hanh*!" she moaned, jerking on his penis.
Their bodies glistened with silver beads of sweat that sparkled off them as they rocked and swung together in mounting frenzy. Her breasts swung and bounced and she squeezed them in delight as he fingered her anus, making her writhe on his cock. When she exploded, he timed his own orgasm to perfection and, thudding up into her, spilled his seed yet again into her craven cunt.
In the days that followed, they fucked like randy honeymooners at every opportunity, and Shanti's lethal skills quickly grew. She had a natural aptitude for it and, with practice, she learned how to prolong her orgasm to achieve mind-blowing intensity, how to torment him with her lips and tongue and breasts and fingertips and cunt till he surrendered.
Shanti could think of little else. She longed for it and waited impatiently till they could be alone. Saturdays were the best, for they had the entire morning free - she had no College, and the rest of the family was out. But, equally, Sundays were miserable, crawling with maddening slowness to the night when at last they could meet on the terrace. They took to fucking all over the Cottage in his house when they were alone: in his bed, on the floor, in the canteen kitchen, on the dining table, in the bathroom and even in the open balcony, screened from the prying eyes of the inquisitive neighbors only by the creepers on the trellis. She loved that especially, the danger of being found out adding an erotic thrill to the sex.
He was really good with her: knowledgeable, skilled, blessed with a good, taut body and a satisfyingly large penis, he could torment her till she was moaning and keening like a rutting bitch, begging him to fuck her. He would alternate between great tenderness and masterful roughness in his handling of her, and the combination was like sugar and spice and drove her wild.
Shanti introduced him to dirty videos. Adi thought they were fantastic, an immense turn-on. They watched them in the living room, just the two of them, naked, filled with lust, hot and hungry. Adi sat on a couch his legs spread wide, Shanti on the floor between them. Ordinarily, he was not permitted to use the furniture; but they had found that reversing their daily roles excited both of them. She enjoyed having him dominate her treat her as sex-slave. She looked up at him and reached back for his hardening penis.
She tilted her head back and reached up for his cock. She took his cock-head between her lips. He grinned and slid his hands down the craned column of her throat and cupped and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were rigid. Her legs split open and her knees forked. He could see dewdrops of her cunt-juice glistening on her pubic fuzz. She slid a finger into her crack and began to masturbate. The sight aroused him. His cock grew hard and slippery in her fist. She turned over and buried her face in his lap. He gasped and flung his head back as she took his cock deep in her mouth. On the screen, the sex-vixen was getting herself laid by a dark, hugely endowed man. He had an impossibly large cock.
"Look, whore," he muttered and pulled her away.
Shanti turned around and gasped. The man's cock was incredible over ten inches long, correspondingly thick, with huge balls. He had the woman on all fours and he was ram-fucking her relentlessly from behind. The girl's face was contorted in a rictus of unbridled, un-faked lust and she was moaning and whimpering in joy.
Shanti's cunt tingled with excitement.
She rose and turned around to sit on Adi's lap, her back to him. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her cunt hole. She eased herself down onto the cock-head. She fondled his balls gripped his cock and slowly, un-flexing her buttocks, slid lower. The rough shaft rasped against her inflamed clitoris and she gasped, tossing her head back, arching her back. He squeezed her breasts.
Her cunt spasm on his cock and it was incredible as always.
"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, whore! Sit on my prick! Take it all!"
"Oh ma ... uhhhh ... OHHHHH!" she gasped and slid lower still, impaling herself deeply on his cock. It was wonderful, and seemed to fill her to the brim.
Gasping and panting, she began to rock and buck up and down on his cock. He grunted and bucked his hips beneath her. They gaped at the screen.
The woman was now being fucked by another man, who was as heavily endowed as his predecessor in her orifice. She was on her back and the man was thumping away, his cock glistening as it stroked and piston in and out of her cunt. Her legs were drawn up high and locked behind his back and the camera showed, in mind-boggling close-up, his cock and her cunt and anus as their loins crashed together. Their voices were loud and their cries obscene and guttural.
Shanti went wild. She bucked up and down on Adi's penis like a woman possessed, gasping and crying out, arching back to kiss him and thrust her tongue into his mouth, bouncing up and down on his lap, her breasts tossing wildly. She squeezed them in her hands and moaned. Faster and faster she went and soon lost control, tumbling head over heels in the throes of a tidal orgasm.
"OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHhh Adi yes yes yes ohhhhhh god yes OHhhhhh uhh OHHHHHH uhhh *hanh* uhhhhh uhhhhhh Ohmauhhh *hanh* uhhh uhhhhh Ohma uhh ohmaohma uhhhh OHHHHHHH!" she cried.
Adi crushed her swollen breasts in his hands. "Take it! C'mon whore, take my cock! *Le ... le rundi le ... le mere* *lund* ko UNHhh *hanh*!" he grunted.
Adi pushed her off his lap and on all fours on the floor and mounted her from the rear, a position she had grown to dearly love. She moaned as he slid his cock into her again and began to fuck her quickly. She turned her face up, rocking gently to and fro beneath him, watching the screen as she ran her cunt back and forth along the length of his shaft. Her breasts swung to and fro and he leaned forward to squeeze them, pinching her rigid nipples.
"Yes ... ohhhh uhh yes ... fuck me ... *chodh mujhe* ... fuck me, Adi ... fuck me hard! *jorse chodh*!" she gasped like a whore.
"Take it! Take my cock, whore ... *Lele rundi* ... *le* *mere* *lavde* *ko* ... *hanh* uhhhhh aHHHhhhhh ... OHhhhh uh OHHHH uhhhhh *hanh* uhh OHH!"
His buttocks flexed and un-flexed powerfully and his hips swung rapidly to and fro, back and forth. He gasped and flung his head back. Shanti whimpered and dug a hand under her body to cup his balls. He groaned as she squeezed them and rammed into her hard, slamming his balls against her buttocks.
"YES!" she cried. "Ohhhh yes yes ohhh god yes!"
He hammered violently at her, stopped started again stopped again. He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her back. She spread her legs and lifted them, drawing him between. He bent over her and she groped for his cock, guiding it to her hole. He thrust into her smoothly and she arched under him, gasping winding her legs taut about his lean hips.
He moaned and began to fuck her heavily and deeply. She murmured in pleasure and bucked under him. Their bodies streamed with sweat. Slowly he took her to the edge and held her there, quivering and moaning and whimpering, while he stroked gently in and out of her. His enormous cock was incredible inside her. Her body flamed with lust.
"Come on come on come on," she rasped, gritting her teeth in tension.
But he would not be hurried. He forced her over the edge first and as she arched and gasped, clinging fiercely to him, her cunt biting down sharply on his cock, he stroked swiftly in and out of her till she was thrashing wildly in her orgasm. Then he drove deep into her again and again and came hard, shooting thick wads of jizz deep into her cunt. She arched to him, loving the familiar feel of his spout warm and sticky inside her, knowing that he would then pull out of her cunt and give her his cock to suck, his seed to swallow. It was a routine she loved, and he never disappointed her.
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