11-01-2019, 02:36 PM
Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 14
Aditya the neighbor boy who had been lusting for our slut darling Shanti was at the end of his tether.
Shanti was driving him mad with lust especially since the day he noticed her and Riaz through the terrace window, his cock was like a tent pole waiting to invade her holes but in vain – he masturbated 10-12 times a day after all he was just 19 years of age and at the peak of his sexual activity.
He had been given a chance but it was very risky – his parents were downstairs and he on the terrace and she gave him an opportunity to go for her – in the small room on the terrace next to the 'terrace window' into the room below- he had tried to fuck her anticipating to get caught by his parents who were inspecting the bungalow – and lo behold he could not hold and came ejaculating furiously in seconds and did not even take to the lips of her pussy splattering her cunt from outside.
Post this all these months she had teased him constantly and had done thing to give him her pussy – after the 'terrace' affair, she was taking him to the Edge.
She did it on purpose and was being ruthless.
Her plan was to have him the real hunger – this time when he comes on her – it cannot be the 'terrace' again – he must hold on and fuck her with an Aditya rod which will not go limp.
She continued teasing in a hundred different ways, each apparently looking innocent but he knew – she was on a game, like brushing her hand against his thigh, her buttocks across his crotch, pressing a breast to his arm, getting unusually close to his body with everyone around.
Once it might have been a mistake, twice, carelessness; but then she kept doing it, too often for it to be mere coincidence. When he saw her face and the raging fire in her eyes, the animal flaring of her nostrils, her intention was plain. She wanted him to fuck her but only when she was sure and confident that he was ready.
He kept hoping as the day dragged on – it never happened. She continued to torment him. It was driving him crazy. Alone in the kitchen with her now, he looked at her and fought to quell his raging excitement. Shanti exuded a soft sexuality and she knew it. Her skin was clear as satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy. She was slender and lovely, with finely done up features, lovely dark, doe-like eyes rimmed with eye lashes, a slim, straight nose and full lips over perfect, even teeth. She wore a long black and gold necklace around her long neck. Her sloping breasts were full and high and ripe like a hung mango fruit.
Her belly was flat, her waist narrow and she had bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists. Her hair was bound in a long, low braid that hung to the curves of her gently rounded buttocks. She wore a small vermillion dot in the centre of her forehead and a gold bracelet and diamond rings on her second and third fingers. Her hands and feet were slender and graceful. She wore silver rings on her toes and sexy silver anklets with tiny bells that looped over her slender ankles erotically.
He couldn't take his eyes of her breasts. She was in her sister's house and the family was still around. It was unusual but Shanti had been in her sister's place for nearly 1 month now – Amani was in the family way – 3rd month and advised bed rest. Shanti was doing the sister help.
Since the elders were around, Shanti had to be careful with her dress code. She wore a simple cotton saree with a tight, close-cut blouse. The blouse had a plunging neckline that went low on her shoulders. It showed most of her upper body and, through the transparent upper garment of the pale blouse beneath the white shaded cotton saree, gave him an alluring view of the invitingly deep cleavage and the luscious breasts squeezed together by the tight blouse. The necklace and long symbol of marriage – mangalsutra, glistened against her dusky skin.
Shanti knew he was watching her as she kneaded the dough for the Rotis, and it was hard work, and her shoulders hunched and her breasts squeezed together as she deftly knuckled the soft mass of dough. She saw him glance at her and saw his eyes glitter as he watched her breasts move under her saree edges. She flicked her eyes down and saw the promising bulge between his thighs.
She smiled to herself. Not long now. She rose slightly on her feet, pressing down hard on the dough, her arms stretched, and her shoulders hunched and, as she had planned, the saree slid off her shoulder. It fell down to the granite platform in front of her next to the ball of dough and exposed her breasts and cleavage. She made no move to raise it. She was facing him when she bent over and Aditya saw her full
breasts bunch and swing. Her mangalsutra was squeezed between the luscious mounds. He was only inches from her body.
Aditya's loins blazed with the pent-up lust-heat of the day. The sight of her breasts in such close proximity was too much to bear. He wanted to take them in his hands, to drive his cock into her mouth, into her cunt, into her ... anus ... God, he could even smell her, she was so close, a clean and sexy-sweet intensely erotic aroma of her body and soap and soft perfume. He lost control. With a strangled cry, he bent forward and thrust his wet hands deep down the neck of her blouse, groping and crushing her breasts.
He expected her to shout, scream, and squeal, struggle free, anything. Mad with lust, he would have bangd her there and then. Her reaction stunned him. She stopped one hand on the tumbler, still bent over and looked up at him. His mind jerked in surprise as he realized that her nipples were hard and her breasts were swelling to turgidity in his hands. She tilted her lovely face up and a gentle smile lit her eyes and her teeth flashed. He froze incredulously. She let the tumbler go and her lips parted and he saw her eyes shining with excitement. Her tongue peeked between her lips.
She did more. Hunching her shoulders, she squeezed her breasts into his hands. In an utterly wanton, lascivious motion, she rocked gently back and forth, rubbing her nipples against his palms. He gasped and, quickly, squeezed them and her face exploded with pure pleasure.
A slow grin creased his face. He rolled her rigid nipples under his young manly palms. She gasped softly. Shanti slid to her knees slowly with his hands still inside her blouse. Instantly, he understood what was going to happen. He straightened. She bent her face towards his crotch and slid her hands up his strong thighs. He looked down, still reeling in disbelief. Her face moved closer to his groin and she nuzzled his crotch gently. Her lips parted delicately, and he gasped in shock as he felt her warm breath and fiery tongue probing at his cock-head through the thick cloth of his shorts.
"I've caused you trouble, haven't I, Aditya?" she murmured softly, her voice low.
He stared at her, half-grin, still dumbfounded. Her eyes sparkled in delight.
"Don't worry," she murmured. "I know the solution. Every one is going to be out in another 15 minutes – they are going to the temple. I will fake an illness. You just do not show up and hide somewhere and meet me in the guest room in another 20 minutes."
It was not easy – to escape the visit to the Temple. The elders wanted the sister to accompany the daughter in law (Bahu). But – today- Shanti was determined. She had to make it even Stevens with he young lover. He had waited long and she knew the torment and the feeling of let down especially after what he witnessed the other night – her orgy with Harish, Raja and James. She had a lot to do to assuage. He was young and she will have to satisfy him to make sure he is in good humor. She knew the advantage.
He was already in the room, and was unable to contain himself and was constantly rubbing his palm on his crotch.
She was sweating – and was yet to get under the fan, and slowly reached the bed and took his face in her palms and kissed him ardently and slowly eased her fingers to the crotch and flicked open the buttons of his shorts and fly and peeled them open.
Shanti slowly eased her body downwards and his erect cock bounced out at her face, throbbing, dark-veined, already dripping with pre-cum cream. It was at least nine inches long and more than two inches thick. Angry veins ridged the thick shaft. His balls were heavy and low. She took her young lover's prick in her fingers and began to masturbate him. It throbbed and pulsed alive. Aditya groaned softly and thrust his hips at her face.
"Suck it! Suck it, Shanti! Quickly!" he grunted.
Pumping his shaft in her slender fingers, she rolled back the foreskin and, opening her mouth, swirled her tongue about his thick cock-head. Aditya gasped at the electric touch of her tongue on his erection. Her tongue swept over it with a flickering fish like action, and then she slid her lips and teeth up and down his shaft, raking it gently. Pursing her lips on her young lover's cock-head, she slowly drew his prick between her lips and began to suck on the tip of his cock. He moaned thickly. Gently, she drew his prick deeper into her mouth, her lips parting further, her cheeks hollowing, and then filling with his size as it distended her face, still jerking him in her fist. He hissed in pleasure and lifted his vest up under his arms, caressing his upper body sensuously. His hairless chest was deep and muscular.
Aditya the neighbor boy who had been lusting for our slut darling Shanti was at the end of his tether.
Shanti was driving him mad with lust especially since the day he noticed her and Riaz through the terrace window, his cock was like a tent pole waiting to invade her holes but in vain – he masturbated 10-12 times a day after all he was just 19 years of age and at the peak of his sexual activity.
He had been given a chance but it was very risky – his parents were downstairs and he on the terrace and she gave him an opportunity to go for her – in the small room on the terrace next to the 'terrace window' into the room below- he had tried to fuck her anticipating to get caught by his parents who were inspecting the bungalow – and lo behold he could not hold and came ejaculating furiously in seconds and did not even take to the lips of her pussy splattering her cunt from outside.
Post this all these months she had teased him constantly and had done thing to give him her pussy – after the 'terrace' affair, she was taking him to the Edge.
She did it on purpose and was being ruthless.
Her plan was to have him the real hunger – this time when he comes on her – it cannot be the 'terrace' again – he must hold on and fuck her with an Aditya rod which will not go limp.
She continued teasing in a hundred different ways, each apparently looking innocent but he knew – she was on a game, like brushing her hand against his thigh, her buttocks across his crotch, pressing a breast to his arm, getting unusually close to his body with everyone around.
Once it might have been a mistake, twice, carelessness; but then she kept doing it, too often for it to be mere coincidence. When he saw her face and the raging fire in her eyes, the animal flaring of her nostrils, her intention was plain. She wanted him to fuck her but only when she was sure and confident that he was ready.
He kept hoping as the day dragged on – it never happened. She continued to torment him. It was driving him crazy. Alone in the kitchen with her now, he looked at her and fought to quell his raging excitement. Shanti exuded a soft sexuality and she knew it. Her skin was clear as satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy. She was slender and lovely, with finely done up features, lovely dark, doe-like eyes rimmed with eye lashes, a slim, straight nose and full lips over perfect, even teeth. She wore a long black and gold necklace around her long neck. Her sloping breasts were full and high and ripe like a hung mango fruit.
Her belly was flat, her waist narrow and she had bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists. Her hair was bound in a long, low braid that hung to the curves of her gently rounded buttocks. She wore a small vermillion dot in the centre of her forehead and a gold bracelet and diamond rings on her second and third fingers. Her hands and feet were slender and graceful. She wore silver rings on her toes and sexy silver anklets with tiny bells that looped over her slender ankles erotically.
He couldn't take his eyes of her breasts. She was in her sister's house and the family was still around. It was unusual but Shanti had been in her sister's place for nearly 1 month now – Amani was in the family way – 3rd month and advised bed rest. Shanti was doing the sister help.
Since the elders were around, Shanti had to be careful with her dress code. She wore a simple cotton saree with a tight, close-cut blouse. The blouse had a plunging neckline that went low on her shoulders. It showed most of her upper body and, through the transparent upper garment of the pale blouse beneath the white shaded cotton saree, gave him an alluring view of the invitingly deep cleavage and the luscious breasts squeezed together by the tight blouse. The necklace and long symbol of marriage – mangalsutra, glistened against her dusky skin.
Shanti knew he was watching her as she kneaded the dough for the Rotis, and it was hard work, and her shoulders hunched and her breasts squeezed together as she deftly knuckled the soft mass of dough. She saw him glance at her and saw his eyes glitter as he watched her breasts move under her saree edges. She flicked her eyes down and saw the promising bulge between his thighs.
She smiled to herself. Not long now. She rose slightly on her feet, pressing down hard on the dough, her arms stretched, and her shoulders hunched and, as she had planned, the saree slid off her shoulder. It fell down to the granite platform in front of her next to the ball of dough and exposed her breasts and cleavage. She made no move to raise it. She was facing him when she bent over and Aditya saw her full
breasts bunch and swing. Her mangalsutra was squeezed between the luscious mounds. He was only inches from her body.
Aditya's loins blazed with the pent-up lust-heat of the day. The sight of her breasts in such close proximity was too much to bear. He wanted to take them in his hands, to drive his cock into her mouth, into her cunt, into her ... anus ... God, he could even smell her, she was so close, a clean and sexy-sweet intensely erotic aroma of her body and soap and soft perfume. He lost control. With a strangled cry, he bent forward and thrust his wet hands deep down the neck of her blouse, groping and crushing her breasts.
He expected her to shout, scream, and squeal, struggle free, anything. Mad with lust, he would have bangd her there and then. Her reaction stunned him. She stopped one hand on the tumbler, still bent over and looked up at him. His mind jerked in surprise as he realized that her nipples were hard and her breasts were swelling to turgidity in his hands. She tilted her lovely face up and a gentle smile lit her eyes and her teeth flashed. He froze incredulously. She let the tumbler go and her lips parted and he saw her eyes shining with excitement. Her tongue peeked between her lips.
She did more. Hunching her shoulders, she squeezed her breasts into his hands. In an utterly wanton, lascivious motion, she rocked gently back and forth, rubbing her nipples against his palms. He gasped and, quickly, squeezed them and her face exploded with pure pleasure.
A slow grin creased his face. He rolled her rigid nipples under his young manly palms. She gasped softly. Shanti slid to her knees slowly with his hands still inside her blouse. Instantly, he understood what was going to happen. He straightened. She bent her face towards his crotch and slid her hands up his strong thighs. He looked down, still reeling in disbelief. Her face moved closer to his groin and she nuzzled his crotch gently. Her lips parted delicately, and he gasped in shock as he felt her warm breath and fiery tongue probing at his cock-head through the thick cloth of his shorts.
"I've caused you trouble, haven't I, Aditya?" she murmured softly, her voice low.
He stared at her, half-grin, still dumbfounded. Her eyes sparkled in delight.
"Don't worry," she murmured. "I know the solution. Every one is going to be out in another 15 minutes – they are going to the temple. I will fake an illness. You just do not show up and hide somewhere and meet me in the guest room in another 20 minutes."
It was not easy – to escape the visit to the Temple. The elders wanted the sister to accompany the daughter in law (Bahu). But – today- Shanti was determined. She had to make it even Stevens with he young lover. He had waited long and she knew the torment and the feeling of let down especially after what he witnessed the other night – her orgy with Harish, Raja and James. She had a lot to do to assuage. He was young and she will have to satisfy him to make sure he is in good humor. She knew the advantage.
He was already in the room, and was unable to contain himself and was constantly rubbing his palm on his crotch.
She was sweating – and was yet to get under the fan, and slowly reached the bed and took his face in her palms and kissed him ardently and slowly eased her fingers to the crotch and flicked open the buttons of his shorts and fly and peeled them open.
Shanti slowly eased her body downwards and his erect cock bounced out at her face, throbbing, dark-veined, already dripping with pre-cum cream. It was at least nine inches long and more than two inches thick. Angry veins ridged the thick shaft. His balls were heavy and low. She took her young lover's prick in her fingers and began to masturbate him. It throbbed and pulsed alive. Aditya groaned softly and thrust his hips at her face.
"Suck it! Suck it, Shanti! Quickly!" he grunted.
Pumping his shaft in her slender fingers, she rolled back the foreskin and, opening her mouth, swirled her tongue about his thick cock-head. Aditya gasped at the electric touch of her tongue on his erection. Her tongue swept over it with a flickering fish like action, and then she slid her lips and teeth up and down his shaft, raking it gently. Pursing her lips on her young lover's cock-head, she slowly drew his prick between her lips and began to suck on the tip of his cock. He moaned thickly. Gently, she drew his prick deeper into her mouth, her lips parting further, her cheeks hollowing, and then filling with his size as it distended her face, still jerking him in her fist. He hissed in pleasure and lifted his vest up under his arms, caressing his upper body sensuously. His hairless chest was deep and muscular.
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