10-01-2019, 03:59 PM
"Nice tits you got, sweetheart," Ram said wetly into her mouth. Shanti scarcely heard what he was saying. Still, he was poised at the moist pink opening between her legs, hovering there without entering her. Shanti began to feel as though she would burst into a million pieces if something more did not happen soon. She began to push her pelvis up to meet his hard teasing cock, hoping it would slide of its own volition deep into her wet, tortured pussy. Wildly, she spread her legs and pulled them up, one on either side of his back, hooking her heels against him. The round head of his rod lodged a moment just inside fleshy cunt lips and then parting the softness of her pubic hair, rammed fully up into her heat-filled cunt.
Man, what a hot little number! Ram thought to himself. Man oh man!
He let his blood-filled member shove all the way into her, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt muscles jerking madly around his cock. It felt incredible, and he decided to fuck her now without mercy. With all the strength he had he barreled into the tenderness of her flesh, ramming his tool into her unprotected cervix. Shanti thought he was going to split her open, and she screamed with pain. But nothing could stop him now as he continued like an enraged animal rocking the full weight of his body deep deep into her upturned pussy. She had never felt such pain before and she fought him, panic-stricken. But it was to no avail. He was too strong for her, and she was helpless beneath his perverted attack.
On and on he went, slapping his sperm-filled testicles against her quivering white buttocks. Shanti could not believe what was happening.
It was like being bangd. There was nothing she could do to get away from this brutal man. But after a moment harsh sensations struck her on another level, and suddenly each blow of his surging cock slithering inside her cunt, brought an unexpected pleasure.
She wanted it to hurt! It hurt and yet it felt good at the same time. It was more acute and more exciting than anything she had ever felt before. On top of her, Ram could feel his cock expanding more with each giant, cunt-splitting thrust. Her cries only served to excite him more, and on and on he rode, feverishly screwing into her upturned cunt. Shanti's torment grew into a greater and greater masochistic pleasure that enveloped her being, cloaking her in a thick veil of wildly abandoned sensuality.
"Is it hard enough for you, you little cunt!" Ram snarled. "Is it hard enough for you?" It felt to Shanti as though her cunt were filled with a hot, burning ramrod.
"Oh, yes, yes," she cried, "it's wonderful... wonderful!"
Her eyes rolled crazily back in their sockets, and her head swung from side to side as she felt wave after wave of passion mount within her.
She began to babble incoherently as the long, smooth strokes of his hardened cock invaded her womb deep and deeper. She sucked hungrily on Ram's flicking tongue, hardly aware of what she was doing. Her loins gladly sustained the delicious torture of Ram's large rampaging cock. She was completely out of control, wiggling and jerking shamelessly under his savage blows.
Ram gloated to himself as he continued skewering into her.
She was just the way he had pictured her... no longer the smug young faithful housewife but a wanton slut under him, crying out for more, loving every minute of her degradation. He liked that. It made him feel good. His cock was about to explode with a stream of sperm, but still he held back... he wanted to hear her screams a while longer. It was like music to his ears.
"Is that better than Ratan gives you?" he yelled at her breathlessly, almost bending her back over double with a fierce and powerful strike against her ravaged secret parts.
"Oh, yes, better, better... " Shanti babbled back. "Much etter!" and as she said the words she felt the beginnings of an orgasm starting in her, right where Ram's obscene cock struck, causing the prickling needles of fire that danced along the inside of her hot, desperately clasping pussy. It started at one spot and then as the thick bulbous head struck again, the spot enlarged, growing rapidly with each glancing blow... until finally it became a raging fur of untamed lust, climbing ever higher in her wildly clenching belly. She struggled and gasped for breath.
It was coming fast now. A lewd moan escaped her lips, like the mating cry of an animal, and then it was there, crashing all around her.
Every muscle tense, she arched her back and let out a piercing shriek of pleasure as the climax controlled her, taking her over completely, wracking her body with the white heat of torrential starbursts. Ram felt her cumming beneath him and began to work faster and faster, increasing his strokes to bring her to greater climax. Then when he felt it was there, he let loose his hot jet of jism, spewing into her womb like an erupting volcano. The semen hit the tip of her cervix, and slid back down her steaming vagina, mingling with Shanti's own juices, flowing slowly out of her passion-quivering vaginal lips.
As the violent waves of her orgasm subsided, Shanti whimpered and collapsed limply under Ram's sweating body. She felt used as she had never been used before but her entire being was for the first time in a long time flooded with the joy of complete release.
For those few moments she felt light-headed and without a care in the world except the still lingering shadow of guilt that flickered momentarily through her lust-dulled mind.
Shanti dressed hurriedly in the bathroom. She washed as best she could and longed to be home where she could take a hot bath to thoroughly cleanse herself of the traces of Ram's lovemaking. She felt shabby and dirty, and even though she had been plunged to the depths of ecstasy, now she wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible. And, if possible, to forget all that had happened. Even though she seemed to look all right in the bathroom mirror, she could not imagine that there were no traces left on her of her shame and embarrassment.
This was a new Shanti - post her marriage to the infidel Ratan.
She emerged from the bathroom, and scarcely looking at Ram told him she was leaving immediately.
"Well, I don't know why you're in such a hurry to leave, but I'll take you to the stand if you're taking the cab home." He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, drinking another of his special drinks.
"Sure you don't want another drink?" he asked.
"No... I just want to leave... and you don't have to go to the stand with me. I can make it all right by myself. I ..I'm really in a hurry. I can make it b two-forty if I leave right now."
"Anything you say," Ram answered her, draining his glass and standing up. "I guess I'll be getting home, too!" Her rush to leave amused him. She wasn't in such a hurry to leave a few minutes ago, he mused.
"Okay, sweetheart... let's go," he said, taking Shanti by the
arm and leading her to the door.
He was just about to open it, when the sound of a man's and then a woman's laughter came through from the other side of the door, followed by the unmistakable noise of a key in the lock.
Ram moved quickly, pushing Shanti back into the bedroom and closing the door rapidly behind them. Shanti's heart beat wildly in her throat, and her eyes were wide with terror.
"Oh, my God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Someone's going to find us here."
"Don't worry," Ram calmed her. "Whoever it is, they'll leave in a few minutes." But now they could hear the man and the woman clearly in the next room. Footsteps approached the bedroom door and the handle began to turn.
"Seems to be locked, Rani," the voice in the other room said. "Guess we'll have to make do with the facilities out here."
The two voices combined in laughter, and Shanti was horrified to realize that the man's voice belonged to her husband.
Shanti reached out to open the door, but Ram grabbed her arm and put his hand roughly over her mouth.
"Don't be such a little fool!" he whispered to her. "Do you want him to catch you here? How are you going to explain that? Besides, he's with my wife, and I'd be very interested to hear what goes on out there. Just sit tight, sweetie."
Ram released the grip on her arm and removed his hand from her mouth. Shanti stood there, shocked and motionless. She felt paralyzed. What could she do? He was right; she couldn't go running out there. She would never be able to explain to Ratan what she doing there with Ram, even though he was out there with Rani. She still loved him, and she knew that he would never forgive her sleeping with another man, no matter what he himself had done. She knew it was different for men. It sometimes was as if they could do anything they wanted, whereas, if a woman did the same things, it would be considered a different matter entirely.
Man, what a hot little number! Ram thought to himself. Man oh man!
He let his blood-filled member shove all the way into her, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt muscles jerking madly around his cock. It felt incredible, and he decided to fuck her now without mercy. With all the strength he had he barreled into the tenderness of her flesh, ramming his tool into her unprotected cervix. Shanti thought he was going to split her open, and she screamed with pain. But nothing could stop him now as he continued like an enraged animal rocking the full weight of his body deep deep into her upturned pussy. She had never felt such pain before and she fought him, panic-stricken. But it was to no avail. He was too strong for her, and she was helpless beneath his perverted attack.
On and on he went, slapping his sperm-filled testicles against her quivering white buttocks. Shanti could not believe what was happening.
It was like being bangd. There was nothing she could do to get away from this brutal man. But after a moment harsh sensations struck her on another level, and suddenly each blow of his surging cock slithering inside her cunt, brought an unexpected pleasure.
She wanted it to hurt! It hurt and yet it felt good at the same time. It was more acute and more exciting than anything she had ever felt before. On top of her, Ram could feel his cock expanding more with each giant, cunt-splitting thrust. Her cries only served to excite him more, and on and on he rode, feverishly screwing into her upturned cunt. Shanti's torment grew into a greater and greater masochistic pleasure that enveloped her being, cloaking her in a thick veil of wildly abandoned sensuality.
"Is it hard enough for you, you little cunt!" Ram snarled. "Is it hard enough for you?" It felt to Shanti as though her cunt were filled with a hot, burning ramrod.
"Oh, yes, yes," she cried, "it's wonderful... wonderful!"
Her eyes rolled crazily back in their sockets, and her head swung from side to side as she felt wave after wave of passion mount within her.
She began to babble incoherently as the long, smooth strokes of his hardened cock invaded her womb deep and deeper. She sucked hungrily on Ram's flicking tongue, hardly aware of what she was doing. Her loins gladly sustained the delicious torture of Ram's large rampaging cock. She was completely out of control, wiggling and jerking shamelessly under his savage blows.
Ram gloated to himself as he continued skewering into her.
She was just the way he had pictured her... no longer the smug young faithful housewife but a wanton slut under him, crying out for more, loving every minute of her degradation. He liked that. It made him feel good. His cock was about to explode with a stream of sperm, but still he held back... he wanted to hear her screams a while longer. It was like music to his ears.
"Is that better than Ratan gives you?" he yelled at her breathlessly, almost bending her back over double with a fierce and powerful strike against her ravaged secret parts.
"Oh, yes, better, better... " Shanti babbled back. "Much etter!" and as she said the words she felt the beginnings of an orgasm starting in her, right where Ram's obscene cock struck, causing the prickling needles of fire that danced along the inside of her hot, desperately clasping pussy. It started at one spot and then as the thick bulbous head struck again, the spot enlarged, growing rapidly with each glancing blow... until finally it became a raging fur of untamed lust, climbing ever higher in her wildly clenching belly. She struggled and gasped for breath.
It was coming fast now. A lewd moan escaped her lips, like the mating cry of an animal, and then it was there, crashing all around her.
Every muscle tense, she arched her back and let out a piercing shriek of pleasure as the climax controlled her, taking her over completely, wracking her body with the white heat of torrential starbursts. Ram felt her cumming beneath him and began to work faster and faster, increasing his strokes to bring her to greater climax. Then when he felt it was there, he let loose his hot jet of jism, spewing into her womb like an erupting volcano. The semen hit the tip of her cervix, and slid back down her steaming vagina, mingling with Shanti's own juices, flowing slowly out of her passion-quivering vaginal lips.
As the violent waves of her orgasm subsided, Shanti whimpered and collapsed limply under Ram's sweating body. She felt used as she had never been used before but her entire being was for the first time in a long time flooded with the joy of complete release.
For those few moments she felt light-headed and without a care in the world except the still lingering shadow of guilt that flickered momentarily through her lust-dulled mind.
Shanti dressed hurriedly in the bathroom. She washed as best she could and longed to be home where she could take a hot bath to thoroughly cleanse herself of the traces of Ram's lovemaking. She felt shabby and dirty, and even though she had been plunged to the depths of ecstasy, now she wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible. And, if possible, to forget all that had happened. Even though she seemed to look all right in the bathroom mirror, she could not imagine that there were no traces left on her of her shame and embarrassment.
This was a new Shanti - post her marriage to the infidel Ratan.
She emerged from the bathroom, and scarcely looking at Ram told him she was leaving immediately.
"Well, I don't know why you're in such a hurry to leave, but I'll take you to the stand if you're taking the cab home." He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, drinking another of his special drinks.
"Sure you don't want another drink?" he asked.
"No... I just want to leave... and you don't have to go to the stand with me. I can make it all right by myself. I ..I'm really in a hurry. I can make it b two-forty if I leave right now."
"Anything you say," Ram answered her, draining his glass and standing up. "I guess I'll be getting home, too!" Her rush to leave amused him. She wasn't in such a hurry to leave a few minutes ago, he mused.
"Okay, sweetheart... let's go," he said, taking Shanti by the
arm and leading her to the door.
He was just about to open it, when the sound of a man's and then a woman's laughter came through from the other side of the door, followed by the unmistakable noise of a key in the lock.
Ram moved quickly, pushing Shanti back into the bedroom and closing the door rapidly behind them. Shanti's heart beat wildly in her throat, and her eyes were wide with terror.
"Oh, my God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Someone's going to find us here."
"Don't worry," Ram calmed her. "Whoever it is, they'll leave in a few minutes." But now they could hear the man and the woman clearly in the next room. Footsteps approached the bedroom door and the handle began to turn.
"Seems to be locked, Rani," the voice in the other room said. "Guess we'll have to make do with the facilities out here."
The two voices combined in laughter, and Shanti was horrified to realize that the man's voice belonged to her husband.
Shanti reached out to open the door, but Ram grabbed her arm and put his hand roughly over her mouth.
"Don't be such a little fool!" he whispered to her. "Do you want him to catch you here? How are you going to explain that? Besides, he's with my wife, and I'd be very interested to hear what goes on out there. Just sit tight, sweetie."
Ram released the grip on her arm and removed his hand from her mouth. Shanti stood there, shocked and motionless. She felt paralyzed. What could she do? He was right; she couldn't go running out there. She would never be able to explain to Ratan what she doing there with Ram, even though he was out there with Rani. She still loved him, and she knew that he would never forgive her sleeping with another man, no matter what he himself had done. She knew it was different for men. It sometimes was as if they could do anything they wanted, whereas, if a woman did the same things, it would be considered a different matter entirely.
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