10-01-2019, 04:17 PM
Shanti's Sexual Odyssey Ch. 05
Suhas did not lose much time in reaching out to Geeta – the mother of all sluts and in reality, the mother of our stars Shanti Chitra and grandmother to Madhavi.
He reached Coimbatore a few days later for a Corporate meeting with a local company whose board he chaired and quickly pinged her and she was reluctant to speak to him, he had not bothered to meet him for nearly 5 months now – she was wondering if he had lost interest in her and she was aware of his exploits all over the world – including those he was involved in with her daughters.
Geeta Swaminathan was very beautiful even at 49, Aishwarya the eldest daughter was her step daughter and she had her first Shanti when she was 21.
Geeta had a quality that Suhas found intensely erotic. Her face her manner her softly musical, sibilant speech made men wanted to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was thick and glossy with auburn 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, almond-shaped, rimmed with *kajal*. She was of medium height, fair-skinned, slender stunningly curved. She had a long neck, around which she wore the traditional symbol of her marital status, a black-and-gold beaded *mangalsutra*. Her husband was a drunk and, till Suhas put a stop to it, had forced her to whore for him, to keep him in liquor. Now she rarely saw him.
There were plenty of other men in her life. 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 even at this age, her genes were there plenty in both her daughters.
Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.
Apart from the *mangalsutra *she wore a small silver nose-stud in one nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings. She had a wonderful posture: the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length. Her body was curved like an hourglass, sweeping from her shoulders to a narrow waist, than opening out again to her hips and buttocks. 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 fantasy, she looked twenty years younger of her age and in fact Shanti and Chitra rarely looked like her daughters, she looked so young with all facials and makeups she made sure – her sexuality was preserved and she was desirable.
In her, fortune brought fantasy to truth: 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. Even in Suhas's world of incessant debauchery, with its Olympian sexual standards, her prowess was acknowledged.
Suhas and she had been lovers since she was eighteen and he twenty. He never tired of her nor was she of him. He regularly commanded her to his bed and each time, he was filled with a sense of delight at her eagerness and ability, the way she surrendered herself to him without reserve. For her part, she loved him from the first, as all his lovers did, for his gentleness his patience, his kindness and above all, for his awesome sexual prowess.
Geeta had taken lovers before, during and after her marriage, and borne four children, none of whom looked alike, although they all bore her unmistakable stamp. She herself could not have said with any certainty who was their father or who fathered them.
But, astonishingly, four children had done nothing to put surplus weight on her or to deplete her fine figure. She smiled gently at Suhas 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. His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She wore a light printed *sari* with a *bindi* dotting the middle of her forehead. Therewere small gold earrings in either lobe, and except her finger-ring, anklets, bangles and *mangalsutra*, she wore no other jewelry. She had deliberately worn the mangalsutra* although she had been sorely tempted to discard it, especially once she had found an adequate and unending source of male companionship in Suhas's household with a variety of men.
But she had resisted the temptation knowing well how it excited some of her lovers to feel that they were fucking another's wife.
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. 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, 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.
"How was my daughter Shanti, this time, you are the one who took her cherry 6 years ago" 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.
"She is the most exciting slut today in the circuit and now she charges me for every fuck – I pay her a fortune and understand both of them are currently dating a stud by the name Ratan who is also a fortune holder and is keeping them wealthy – he pumps a lot of money to both of them" quipped Suhas.
She took his face in his hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women. Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavour, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled. Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star. He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown that could change from ice to fire in minutes. His merest look could do to women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser - would have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve. His mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and white and even. He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a cleft in his chin. His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours in merciless sun, doing manual labour - rugged and tough, with every feature honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and speed.
His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and beyond again. His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark nipples pulled wide and low on either side. From his triceps, a continuous ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its counterpart opposite. His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm. His arms and legs were long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the armpits were depilated. He took good care of his body, and used it well - in combat, in play, in work.
Suhas did not lose much time in reaching out to Geeta – the mother of all sluts and in reality, the mother of our stars Shanti Chitra and grandmother to Madhavi.
He reached Coimbatore a few days later for a Corporate meeting with a local company whose board he chaired and quickly pinged her and she was reluctant to speak to him, he had not bothered to meet him for nearly 5 months now – she was wondering if he had lost interest in her and she was aware of his exploits all over the world – including those he was involved in with her daughters.
Geeta Swaminathan was very beautiful even at 49, Aishwarya the eldest daughter was her step daughter and she had her first Shanti when she was 21.
Geeta had a quality that Suhas found intensely erotic. Her face her manner her softly musical, sibilant speech made men wanted to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was thick and glossy with auburn 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, almond-shaped, rimmed with *kajal*. She was of medium height, fair-skinned, slender stunningly curved. She had a long neck, around which she wore the traditional symbol of her marital status, a black-and-gold beaded *mangalsutra*. Her husband was a drunk and, till Suhas put a stop to it, had forced her to whore for him, to keep him in liquor. Now she rarely saw him.
There were plenty of other men in her life. 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 even at this age, her genes were there plenty in both her daughters.
Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.
Apart from the *mangalsutra *she wore a small silver nose-stud in one nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings. She had a wonderful posture: the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length. Her body was curved like an hourglass, sweeping from her shoulders to a narrow waist, than opening out again to her hips and buttocks. 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 fantasy, she looked twenty years younger of her age and in fact Shanti and Chitra rarely looked like her daughters, she looked so young with all facials and makeups she made sure – her sexuality was preserved and she was desirable.
In her, fortune brought fantasy to truth: 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. Even in Suhas's world of incessant debauchery, with its Olympian sexual standards, her prowess was acknowledged.
Suhas and she had been lovers since she was eighteen and he twenty. He never tired of her nor was she of him. He regularly commanded her to his bed and each time, he was filled with a sense of delight at her eagerness and ability, the way she surrendered herself to him without reserve. For her part, she loved him from the first, as all his lovers did, for his gentleness his patience, his kindness and above all, for his awesome sexual prowess.
Geeta had taken lovers before, during and after her marriage, and borne four children, none of whom looked alike, although they all bore her unmistakable stamp. She herself could not have said with any certainty who was their father or who fathered them.
But, astonishingly, four children had done nothing to put surplus weight on her or to deplete her fine figure. She smiled gently at Suhas 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. His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She wore a light printed *sari* with a *bindi* dotting the middle of her forehead. Therewere small gold earrings in either lobe, and except her finger-ring, anklets, bangles and *mangalsutra*, she wore no other jewelry. She had deliberately worn the mangalsutra* although she had been sorely tempted to discard it, especially once she had found an adequate and unending source of male companionship in Suhas's household with a variety of men.
But she had resisted the temptation knowing well how it excited some of her lovers to feel that they were fucking another's wife.
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. 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, 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.
"How was my daughter Shanti, this time, you are the one who took her cherry 6 years ago" 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.
"She is the most exciting slut today in the circuit and now she charges me for every fuck – I pay her a fortune and understand both of them are currently dating a stud by the name Ratan who is also a fortune holder and is keeping them wealthy – he pumps a lot of money to both of them" quipped Suhas.
She took his face in his hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women. Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavour, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled. Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star. He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown that could change from ice to fire in minutes. His merest look could do to women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser - would have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve. His mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and white and even. He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a cleft in his chin. His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours in merciless sun, doing manual labour - rugged and tough, with every feature honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and speed.
His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and beyond again. His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark nipples pulled wide and low on either side. From his triceps, a continuous ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its counterpart opposite. His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm. His arms and legs were long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the armpits were depilated. He took good care of his body, and used it well - in combat, in play, in work.
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