Shanti – Seasoned Adultress

Life as an escort took its own route and gave our dear Shanti a fresh lease in life. She became smart and more alert to the vagaries of life and also became extra diligent at skipping work and making use of the best assets on her body to her advantage. She would not flinch to make them appeal to the men folks and also to the women folk.

Her Manager at the Bank — Arangayanam had steadily ensured that the idea of quitting the job was out of her head and whenever she would appear in front of him whether in the cabin or outside, the man would have saliva in his mouth gulping to go down the throat — she was sex par excellence.

She had kept him tormented and excited and very hopeful that one day she willl allow him to get under her petticoat. She would always make sure he felt that way and and usually while in his room would give him ample time to devour her beauty especially the boobs covered in the nice bra and blouse. She would always make sure that the saree would slip at the right time for the middle aged man to ogle and would deliberately not cover her self. It was all well planned.

As this was going on — the branch had a new employee — Lakshmi who was a confused lady and always felt as if the World was loading her with the jobs of all others at the Branch. Most of the time she would not be keeping well and that itself was a big issue for her and on top of it at the Branch — overloading with work was making her get frustrated.

At this very moment of her frustration — she noticed the ease with which our temptress and escort Shanti was getting away by doing little of work most of the time.

Lakshmi one day could not contain her self and in a staff meeting with the AGM — complained about the same and Indusbank branch in Bangalore — got its first jolt.

The AGM took the complaint and later confronted the Branch Manager who gave some sheepish response only to make the matter lose its steam.

Shanti decided to get one up on the new babe in the Bank. She made her plans like a vulture would when swooping down its prey. Be patient but get even and devour the prey. Shanti knew the way out and she executed it meticulously. She cultivated friendship with Lakshmi starting with an apology that very evening and requesting for a drop home in Lakshmi’s car. Lakshmi’s husband was a Vice President in one of the FMCG companies and enjoyed these perks.

Slowly the relationship grew between the ladies and it stretched to the families and Shanti would spend considerable amount of her spare time at Lakshmi’s house. Lakshmi was bowled over by the gesture and started to believe that she made a mistake that day by complaining about Shanti and felt apologetic. Shanti consoled her and assured of all assurance and support.

It was a Tuesday one week when Shanti came to Lakshmi’s place and was startled to find Rajneesh — Lakshmi’s husband. He was a Punjabi married to a South Indian Lakshmi. They had two children but this was the first time in their 9 month friendship that the Escort Temptress whose dark side was not known to Laskhmi met her husband and she liked the sight of the hunk. Not very tall — at around 5’6″ inches Rajneesh was two inches shorter to Shanti who possessed good height and was pretty slim.

The two saw each other and the message was clear. Both gave the same signal to each other of course knowing very well that it was not possible. Shanti knew it had to be made possible — this was the chance to get even with the mistress of this house. She could clearly see that the couple were very close and looked like it was a perfect harmony in the family unlike her own — which was all turmoil.

Months passed and Shanti would meet Rajneesh at their place — and it was no secret that the man was secretly masturbating immensely thinking of the Tamil escort. Of course he was also not in knowledge of her true dark side. One day — Shanti decided to bite the fruit a bit and knowing that he was at home, came early and took the younger daughter Aruna in her arms and asked her, ” Hi Aruna uhmmmmmmaaa, you are so sweet, you are smelling, not taken a bath yet? No problem even I have not — I do not like to take a bath so early” and all this in the safe distance of Rajneesh to hear who got an instant hard on when he heard this conversation. In fact it was followed up by Lakshmi coming and laughing at the episode and asking our dear Shanti to have a bath in their house.

Shanti did have the bath but not before Rajneesh had shagged three times in that one hour before she took her bath and all this while she would delberatey pass by him while he was on the dining table taking his breakfast or standing near the door taking his coffeeonly to let her sweat odor make it extremely difficult for the stud to hold on, he wanted her badly but how — he knew she was taking him up the spike but was scared if it turned around him and made him look shafted. He finally left for work that day hoping one day he will hit the sack with her naked body in his arms. He already was fantasizing a lot of course all unknown to Lakshmi mostly during the bouts in the night.

In the darkness when he was squeezing his dick into her pussy, our man would dream he was fucking Shanti.

This hide and seek continued — and though they did not go beyond this titillation and tormenting game Shanti knew it was going to happen soon when she will have him around her pussy begging to fuck but wanted it to be the day of revenge, cultivated pay back.

As this was being planned, she had quickly take a short break for her regular kills as an escort as one day — she was asked to tame a guy in Calcutta by the name Subhashis Sengupta.

A very handsome guy who was not paying up the price this company wanted and it was now left to Shanti to fuck him and squeeze the balls to get the money. The secret was out that the upright Purchase officer had a weakness for women — pretty sexy women.

She flew down to Calcutta and visited his office posing as the Sr Sales Manager for the Seller’s company and of course did the right things in his cabin for him to ask — where she was staying and if her could treat her for a lunch that afternoon and the lunch went on well at the Peerless hotel’s Restaurant where he had ample time to appreciate the luscious cleavage and the smooth oily but sensuous skin of Shanti and also took liberty of brushing her backside couple of times while picking up food from the spread out in the Buffet.

She looked at him sternly to make him squeal a sorry. After lunch — she excused herself to the room asking him to wait for him in the lobby and deliberately left the purse next to him with the key card showing on the outside lapel of the purse. On her way to the room — she picked up another key card and asked the lobby assistant not to disable the other one because she will be needing two — the guy did not ask her questions because she had pushed her boobs tightly on the granite platform squeezing the cleavage into his face and leaving him with no chance but to give in to her request.

She went straight into the bathroom and took a long bath and came out after 25 minutes — all timed. And she found him as expected sitting on the bed waiting for her.

She was in the bath towel tied around her head with a bath coat around her sexy ody. “Ohshhhhhh sorry, was I late, sorry Subhashish it was just that I wanted to cool off- Calcutta is a very hot place ” saying so she let the head towel slip off releasing the hair and letting it down, she looked desirable and devourer. Subhashis was aching all over — he wanted the pussy and slowly moved to he middle of the bed.

” Why are you not listening to us and giving us the price we want” the slut chewed the lower lip and slowly started to untie the chord around the house coat. ” We need your support” and slowly went near him and stood in front of him and ran her sexy fingers down his forehead to his nose and left them lingering around his mouth and moaned, ” You should help us you know. We are here to help you” and quietly sauntered around his legs and sat plum on the two legs with her thighs parted and crotch pressing into his cock through his pants and took his face into her hands and planted a long luxurious kiss and tongued his mouth only to deposit a whole wad of her saliva on his tongue. Suddenly she released her body from him and fell on the nice foamy bed and let the housecoat loose to let him look at her nice naked dusky body.

The shower had left lot of drops on her excellent body and she had not wiped her self thoroughly and the glimmer only accentuated the sexiness of the temptress.

He rose and slowly reached her side and unzipped his trousers and let the boxers fall on the floor. The room was pungent with the aroma of his musky and slightly dirty cock — Shanti looked at him and took a deep breath and let her nostrils flare as if she was taking in the aroma like as if it was some incense stick fragrance and extended her arms near to the rod only to leave it there and not touch it, ” So — you will do the needful” she lusted at his cock and looked into his eyes.

Subhashis took out his hand held and typed,” Release the order to the Steel company at their quoted price.” and showed it to her after pressing the Send button. She took the mobile and rubbed it on her boobs and took it between her legs and let the edge rub on the clit and sink into the outer lips of her pussy and slowly withdrew it carrying a thread of her pussy juice and gave it back to him only to see him licking the juice slowly off his own mobile.

The game began. Subhashis put his hand on her knee, just below the hem of her house coat. She felt the warmth of him flow into her flesh. “Are you trying to build up my self-confidence?” she asked slowly. Her eyes moved up and down his body. She saw the shape of a hard cock at his crotch, protruding a good eight inches down his left leg. He guided her hand onto his cock.

“You’re serious,” she whispered.

He nodded.

“I hope you’re in good shape,” Shanti said, squeezing hard at his cock- bulge. “I may be more than you can handle.”

Subhashis took her mind off her problems quickly. As soon as her tits were bare, he started to suck them. He sucked voraciously, slobbering while he fed the big soft tits in and out of his mouth.

Shanti swayed while he mouthed her tits. She stroked his head, urging him to get nastier. She guided his hand down into her crotch and showed him what she meant.

His fingers slipped inside her skimpy panties inside the housecoar and she purred as he touched her pussy-crack. It was wet and slippery, her clit erect and yearning. His fingers were a little rough, but Shanti didn’t mind a bit. She squeezed her thighs together on his hand and rocked back and forth, masturbating herself on his eager, excited fingers.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh yes, yesssss!”

He speared a finger into her cunt and she gasped aloud. She’d almost forgotten what the touch of a strange hand felt like on her cunt. He added another finger to the stirring, and he worked them in and out of Shanti, making her cunt drool.

Subhashis pulled down her panties, and she wiggled her feet out of them. He leaned back, looking up at her with eyes full of lust and admiration.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said. “A man would have to be crazy …”

He stood up, and she let her hands move up and down his body. She opened his shirt, leaning in to bury her lips in the hairs on his chest. She’d never really cared for a hairy chest before, but it was totally exciting now, nuzzling him, tasting the flavor of his flesh, the sweat that was oozing from his pores.

She licked his nipples the way he’d licked hers, and she felt them harden against her tongue. Her body kept brushing his, and she shivered at the sensation of his hard cock touching her. Easing down onto her knees, she opened his cock skin and yanked them up and down, his trousers and shorts which had come down together earlierlying in a puddle below.

His cock sprang out and slapped her lustfully, in the face. It was a really big prick. Shanti took it in both hands and began to stroke up and down the length of his cock, purring with anticipation.

He was obviously uncut, and she traumatized it and continued to play with the foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the purplish knob until his cock had grown so long and stiff and hard that the foreskin would no longer cover his bloated cock-head.

She kissed the tip of his cock suddenly, pressing her lips against the drooling piss-slit. She left smudges of lipstick on him, but they were hard to see with his knob so red and inflamed-looking. Shanti parted her lips slightly and rubbed him with the inner sides, humming as she began to mouth his cock.

He sank down onto the bed, his legs spread. She slid forward, still on her knees, her mouth glued to his prick. She was drooling a little now. Until Balu and later Sandi Mittal, she’d never enjoyed taking a man’s cock in her mouth, but they had got her addicted to the taste of prick, and now she thirsted for it whenever she went on her ‘escort prowls’.

Her mouth ovalled, then slid down over the end of Subhashis’s prick. She made a gasping sound as she took him inside her mouth, and her saliva flowed down the shaft while she sucked on his cock-knob.

“Mmmmmm!” she purred over and over, moving his cock in and out of her mouth in short, hungry gulps.

He sighed, letting her take control.

She pulled it from her mouth, licked him up and down. She moved down, lapping his balls as well especially spreading the saliva dripping on to them all over his scrotum. The smell of her dried saliva mixed with his pungent sweat odour on the balls only made the sex a lot more aggressive. Shanti the nice pious, religious woman was a true slut now.

A hair stuck to her tongue and she scraped it loose with her teeth, spitting it out and returning to his balls. Pushing them aside, she licked into the crack of his ass. Her hand was playing with his prick, and she felt it get even harder.

She tongued up the length of Subhash’s cock, up to the bulbous cock-knob.

Shanti tongued him knowingly, spending a lot of time on the sensitive spot just below his bloated cock-head. She stroked his prick up and down while she licked it, and a little bubble of cum oozed from his slitted tip. She caught it on her tongue and savored the milky taste.

“Your cum is delicious!” she whispered. “Are you going to fill my mouth up with it?”

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he said, putting a hand atop her head and urging her down upon his cock.

Shanti smiled and sucked it back inside. She couldn’t throat-suck a cock, but she could do a damn good job, and she was determined to prove it. She gulped at his cock, pulling him deeper, massaging his hard meat with the wet warm muscles of her cheeks and jaws. Her tongue worked vigorously, and she moaned as she sucked. He was big, and hard, and his meat filled her mouth. She had never tasted anything so delicious in her life, and she had never needed to eat a cock as much as she needed it right now.

Shanti thirsted for his cum, and she sucked hard, urging it from his balls. Her hands were all over his body, and he was feeling her too, pinching at the stiff red points of her nipples, making her whine and squirm as she ate him.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna get it! Gonna get yourself a mouthful!” he moaned as he tweaked her nipples and pushed his prick into her mouth.

She sucked faster, drawing her mouth in around him, and she took his prick as deep as she could manage.

“Now, bitch, here it comes!” he gasped, and grabbed her head with both hands, holding her steady while he pumped his prick into her. She opened wide and sucked it in, and the spurting gush of his orgasm began. His jizz squirted down her throat. She guzzled greedily, hot for the slimy juice.

“Aaaaahhhh!” Shanti groaned, eating his load. She jerked on the shaft of his cock, milking the scummy spunk out of him and into her mouth. She couldn’t taste it but it was thick and hot in her throat, and she gulped and moaned and sucked until he quit shooting.

Balu’s cock usually got soft in her mouth after it had emptied its hot load, but Subhashis’s prick remained hard and firm across her tongue. Her blue eyes lit up with arousal, and she sucked him hard, making sure he stayed stiff.

“Now you have to fuck me,” she said thinking wickedly of what effect this talk will have on Rajneesh, the day was not far and raising her face from his hard cock. “Now you have to fuck my ass off!”

He pulled her upward, his hands filling with her hot, sweat-damp tits. Shanti climbed atop him, grinding her excited body down upon his. Her mouth covered his. She sucked his tongue the way she’d sucked his cock, and beneath her body, she could feel his prick, as big, as hard, and as eager for her pussy as it had been for her mouth.

“You just passed one of the tests,” she whispered. “I won’t fuck a man who doesn’t want to kiss me after I’ve sucked him off!”

He kissed her again spearing his tongue into her once more. “This should guarantee me a piece of ass, then,” he said. His hands went down to cup the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed lewdly atop him, spreading her legs to enfold him. The swollen length of his prick rubbed through her dark-furred crotch, stimulating the already-dripping lips of her cunt.

“I wanna fuck you so bad I can taste it,” Subhash said. “So why the hell don’t you let me taste it, bitch?”

He pulled firmly on her ass cheeks, and Shanti squealed in glee, sliding forward. She rubbed her wet cunt across his chest, bringing it toward his waiting face. He opened her with his thumbs, thrust his mouth upward, and began to lick the splayed coral-pink trench of Shanti’s aroused pussy.

She rode high and eager above him, squirming and squealing as his licking made her clit throb and twitch in response. He sucked at the hot bud, gnawing it gently with his teeth, sending white-hot jolts of sexual frenzy through the woman’s body. The tips of his thumbs moved onto the super-sensitive slickness of her cunt-slit, and one of them entered her wet pussy. He thrust as he nibbled her clit, and she screamed in growing abandon.

“Oh, fuck me, you horny bastard! Eat me, and then fuck meeeeeee!”

He fucked his thumb in and out of her, still chewing and sucking and licking and kissing her clit. She came twice, drenching his face with her juices, and he kept on eating, lapping at her steaming pussy as if he were in a contest at some rural county fair.

Looking up at her, he said, “I guess you still feel like fucking, don’t you, Shanti? I mean, I can call you Shanti, can’t I?”

“You can call me a nasty fucking cunt, if you want to,” she said, “just as long as you get that cock inside me!”

“Okay, nasty fucking cunt,” said. “Get your ass off my face and I’ll give you what you seem to need.”

Shanti couldn’t remember ever being so excited about a sexual encounter.

She slid back down Subhash body.

“I’m fucking you, stud,” she said, lifting herself above his stiff cock. She rubbed the tip through her dripping pussy. “It does feel nice and horny! Let’s see how it feels inside!”

She eased the cock-knob into her hungry cunt and slid downward, swallowing him with her pussy even more ferociously than she’d gobbled with her mouth.

His body stiffened beneath her as she took his cock in her pussy. She strained downward, writhing above his groin. He put a hand on her tits, another on her ass, and he began to fuck hard, straight up into her cunt.

He stabbed hard, piercingly, filling Shanti’s pussy again and again with the swollen meat of his cock. It was hard to believe she’s sucked him to a blistering, gushing orgasm. He was stiff and eager, and she was easily as wet and eager to receive him. The knob of his cock fucked deep into her belly, stirring her cunt frantically.

Shanti swamped his cock with her steamy cunt, riding down to gulp him home time after time. She rocked as she fucked him, and she clutched at her tits, moaning and shuddering and coming down the shaft of his prick.

“Aaaaahhhh!” Subhash gasped beneath her.

She could feel the mounting excitement throbbing through his cock-shaft. It matched the fiery arousal that bubbled inside her cunt. She met him stroke for stroke, grinding her cunt down onto his prick, eating it to the balls repeatedly.

She came twice more while she rode him.

She leaned forward, moving her tits across his chest. He caught them, squeezing the plush mounds, bringing them to his lips for more bites and sucks and kisses. She moaned, her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her hard, hot nipples.

“Drink me!” she moaned. “Oh, drink me!”

His cock swelled inside her cunt. It felt so fucking big she thought her pussy might rip open. But he didn’t miss a stroke, and she didn’t miss a stroke, either.

The fucking wasn’t as fast, as jackhammer-like, as it had been at the start. They were down to the slow grinding phase now, but slow didn’t mean dull. The head of Subhash’s prick stabbed repeatedly into the lusting maw of Shanti Sridhar’s pussy, and she chirped and moaned and whimpered, feeling yet another climax building inside her.

She ground her hungry pussy against him, accentuating the pressure on her ready-to-bust clit.

“You son of a bitch!” she shrieked, rotating her pussy around his prick. “Oh, you’re making me come!”

“Me too, cunt!” he cried, and his sudden thrust almost sent Shanti into orbit. He pushed his cock to the very bottom of her cunt, held it there for what seemed an eternity, and then she felt him explode.

His jizz blasted into her. He fucked her until his cock went dry. She collapsed on him, her body soaked with sweat, his hands sliding up and down her body until they settled on her quivering ass cheeks.

His chest hair was matted with sweat beneath her tingling nipples. She sighed, making her tits move through his moist fur, increasing the amount of stimulation that her rigid nipples already felt.

Subhash’s jizz was oozing out of her pussy, and his cock, going soft, had just begun to slide out of her sticky-wet hole.

She sighed again, squeezing with her cunt muscles, but it was too late to trap him. His prick eased out, and after it bubbled the driblets of spunk he had squirted up Shanti. She knew the day was going to be long with him- and started looking forward to the evening. She would enjoy this bastard.

Shanti returned from Calcutta and did not go anywhere near Lakshmi’s house deliberately. Finally she had her revenge and got her chance to make it even stevens. Rajneesh was now her sex slave.

The rest of the story is in the words of Rajneesh — first person. Please read on.

My wife was away for almost fifteen days.

She had taken our kids for their annual visit to her parents home.. As was usual for me when she was out, I stayed up late watching T.V. and having a few beers.

I then slept in and got up around 06:00, made some tea and left for my office. On Saturdays and Sundays I lounged around the house and do some yard work or repairs. On this particular morning, I had had an unusual dream about having sex with Shanti who had made my life miserable with her tittilation and as a result I had a raging hardon when I woke up every day..

It was a Saturday. I sat down in my housecoat with the uncomfortable feeling that I was going to have to relieve my sexual tension with a quick hand job. I decided that I might a well watch a porno movie that I had downloaded a couple of months earlier while I was doing myself.

It was still early in the morning and I didn’t think there would be anyone out to interrupt me so I dug the movie out of the dresser and plugged it into the VCD player. I was absently stroking my own cock and just starting to get warmed up when there was a knock at our front door. I jumped up and made my way to the front door, meanwhile trying to regain my composure.

I peered out the side window and was surprised to see my Shanti standing there looking a little tattered. I opened the door and said “What brings you here so early in the day?”

She said that her husband was out of town for three days and she had a power failure due to a fuse blowing up and she was wondering if I could go over to fix it. I had no choice but to agree to see what I could do. I invited her in for a cup of tea while I got changed.

When she was seated at the table with a steaming cup in front of her she asked what I had been up to this morning. I told I was watching an old move but that it wasn’t too interesting and I was just killing time. She asked which one I had been watching, as she needed to do something tonight while her hubby was away and she might want to borrow it.

She continued to grill me on the movie and then she asked if she could see it. I finally broke down and told her it was a porno and she probably wouldn’t like it.

She kept pestering me about the movie and finally she admitted to me that she had never seen a porno movie and she was very curious to see what they were about. I noticed through her thin blouse and bra that her nipples had hardened up a bit as we were talking and I began to get the idea that she really wanted to see the movie and maybe was getting a little turned on by the idea.

As you all know and I do not have to specifically state, Shanti is a rather attractive woman with real large breasts and narrow hips. She had silky black hair and a pretty face although you wouldn’t call her beautiful. I must admit I had kind of lusted over her for several months but she was rather devoted to her husband, as I was to my wife, and I know it was pointless to hope that anything would happen. I relented and against my better judgment went into the living room and again sat in my chair.

Shanti followed me and sat on the couch that was across the room but still afforded a good view of the T.V. I notice the curtains were open and I got up and closed them so nobody could see in. The movie started from where I suddenly stopped it with the image of the panting woman fucked by the huge cock immediately springing into view.

I heard a small gasp from the couch so I peeked over and saw Shanti sitting forward intently staring at the screen. I looked back at the T.V. where the woman was now squeezing her large breasts.

My cock began to harden and I became aware of another problem in that I was still in my bathrobe and it wanted to fall off my lap. I had taken off my underwear earlier and my stiff cock now threatened to spring into view. I pulled the two sides together and surreptitiously gave my cock a rub while I was doing it.

I glanced over at Shanti and she was leaning back on the couch and she had undone a button on her blouse so her hand would have easier access to her bra-covered tits. One of the bra cups was pulled down and she was rubbing the nipple of her breast with one hand and she glanced at me, smiled shyly and said that if I was enjoying the movie then I should keep doing what I was doing as long as I didn’t mind if she did the same.

I peeked over at Shanti and she had opened another button of her blouse and was now toying with an exposed breast. The sight of her huge soft breast with her large turgid nipple twisting in her fingers made it very difficult for me not to blow my load right then and there. She was looking at me and smiled. “I love seeing your cock” she said to me “Its really huge…at first I thought that what Lakshmi told me was a joke…but you really do have a huge cock”.

“I like seeing your breasts. I would really like to see both of them if you wanted to make yourself more comfortable” I replied. “Do you really want to see them?” she asked coyly. “Of course” I said “I’ve wanted to see them for years. I’ve dreamt about them”. “Really?” she said. “I can’t imagine why”. “Actually, I’ve dreamt about seeing all of you” I replied “But I never thought I see any part of you.”

At this she leaned forward and undid the last two buttons of her blouse and I could now the entire fullness of her bra clad breasts. She reached up and undid the clasp in between and her full round breasts swayed free.

They were everything I had dreamt of and more. The full round nipples were puckered and hard and they protruded high and firm even though she’d had a couple of grown up kids, the elder being nine in age. I continued to stroke my raging hard on and she played with her nipples with one hand and dropped her other hand to her skirt covered pussy.

By now she had slid her panty aside and was finger fucking her swollen hairy cunt with two fingers. I was fascinated. It was the first time I was seeing a lady masturbate.

“If you keep that up I’m going to make a huge mess,” I said. She shivered and began to finger fuck harder which brought me even closer to cumming. “Would you” she asked.

She stood up and undid the button on skirt and pulled the zipper down.

I slowed the stroking of my cock because I wanted to see what she would do. She shrugged her skirt down to her ankles and sat back down on the couch. She still had her panties on but they didn’t leave much to the imagination.

There were even a couple of black silky hairs sticking out and I could see she had a big wet spot where she was gushing wetness.

She slid her hand under her panties and I could see her fingers playing with her clit. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly. By now I could see both her labial lips.

Her fingers had parted her labial lips and she was finger fucking herself while she stroked her clitoris with her thumb. With her other hand she was squeezing her nipples. I stood up with my rock hard cock sticking out and walked over to where she was as I continued to stroke.

By now she was squeezing her swollen labial lips. She opened her eyes and the sight of me standing close to her seemed to excite her even more.

But by now I was convinced what I was going to do. I knelt in front of her and with my hands pulled her panty down her legs and spread her legs apart and moved my head in between her thighs. All of the sudden, there was nothing separating her cunt from my mouth except air!

I was staring straight at her hairy cunt. She thrust her hips towards my face, forcing me to accept her cunt into my mouth. Without any hesitation, I kissed her offered cunt and with my open mouth I was sucking on her inner labial lips. Soon, my tongue found that little bump of flesh located right at the front of her cunt.

I started to stroke it with my tongue. “That … AAAAAhhhhhhhh Suck it harder … harder!”, she cried, as she spread her legs wider to let me get a better angle. As I sucked her clit, I could feel that she was wet all over her legs. I stopped briefly to taste this fluid, and fought that it tasted very sweet. I licked it from her thighs, and followed it upward until again my tongue was centered on her clit.

This movement elicited a more audible groan from her. “Take your finger, finger fuck me..suck my clit”, she exclaimed in a voice nearly choking with desire. I found her love hole. Sticking my finger into it, but, before I could commence finger fucking her, Shanti started to hump her crotch against my face.

Her stomach muscles started to contract, then expand, as she seemed to try and swallow my finger with her cunt. Her hips swayed back and forth, pushing her cunt against my finger and her clit against my tongue. “Move your finger in and out slowly”, she told me.

As I did so, I realized that her body movements became synchronized to my finger movements. The faster I moved my finger, the faster her body responded. By now, her breathing had become very audible. In fact, she was panting as if she had just completed a long run.

I tried to stop and pull my face away from her love mound, but she pushed it right back, so I continued to finger her love hole and lick her clit, doing it harder and faster all the time. Her breathing now was a rasping intake of air. Her body was jerking around so much that I wondered how she could remain standing.

“III MMMMMMMM CCCC UUU MMM III NNN GGG!”, she yelled, as her body jerked violently up and down in front of my face. I suddenly felt my hand becoming drenched in her love juices, as they nearly squirted from her hole. I tried to suck it all up, but she moved too wildly for me to follow with my mouth. Her inner thighs became drenched with that great tasting wetness. I licked that sweetness from her thighs and her cunt as best I could once she slowed down.

My ministrations to her thighs seemed to work. She thrust her cunt to my mouth , but this time I put my mouth into her cunt and started lapping her cunt juices with my tongue, thrusting my tongue deep into her vagina. After a few moments, she calmed down. I could feel a keen sweat on her body, especially the small of her back. With that, she lay down on the couch and motioned me to join her. As a hint of what she wanted me to do, she took her breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them gently.

I could see her nipples start to harden, and her tits form into little points. I took one of the pro-offered boobs in both my hands.

I started to squeeze them, gently at first, causing her nipples to stick out even further. I extended my tongue, and lightly touched one nipple. She responded by breathing deeper. I continued to massage her boob with both my hands and my tongue.

Acting on impulse, I inserted her whole nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, causing its tit to expand in my mouth.

She took a quick, deep breath, almost a gasp. I nibbled on her tit, first with my lips, then, as I got bolder, lightly with my teeth. For this action I received a light moan from Shanti. It appeared that she was enjoying this as much as I was enjoying . Shanti pushed my face back slightly and offered me her other boob. I repeated all my actions on that one.

While I worked on her boobs, she lightly kissed my exposed ear. Seconds later, her tongue was darting in and out of my ear. I didn’t realize how erotic that could feel! I moved one of my hands done to her crotch. Finding her cunt hairs, my fingers weaved their way around her crotch un! til they located her slit.

It was easy to know that they had found the core of her love machine – the hair and the slit were already wet from her love juices.

My fingers slid around the top of her slit, moving from her clit to her love hole. I inserted one finger into her hole at the same time that I bit harder on her tit, which was still in my mouth.. She responded with a deeper gasp, followed by a low moaning sound.

“Deeper, push your finger in deeper!” she groaned. Her legs tightened around my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into her cunt, while her hips started to rotate on the couch. “Oh, does that feel good! Keep it up!”

I thought that, if one finger was causing all this emotion, what would two do?

I slowly inserted a second finger into her cunt, and started moving them in and out. She spread her legs now, giving me a much better access to her love hole. She arced her back, and her stomach muscles seemed to suck my fingers deeper and deeper into her each time I pumped her. Her deep breathing was replaced with a continuous groan of pleasure, as she reached higher and higher heights of pleasure.

Taking a risk, I moved my tongue from her tits to her clit. Making room with my hands, I buried my mouth into her cunt, licking and sucking everything that felt warm and wet. “My clit – suck my clit!” Shanti yelled.

“Oh, YES! Suck it hard – very hard! Don’t stop!” I found it and complied. Her movements became uncontrollable, just like ten minutes ago. With my teeth I started biting her clit gently…sort of chewing it gently.

Her breathing turned into one continuous loud groan, as she gasped “Harder, harder, HARDER! Come on! Coordinate your fingers with your tongue! I’m going to CUM! Come on. MAKE ME CUM NOW!!!”

She reached climax, thrashing about on the couch and soaking my mouth, my hand and the couch with her love juices. I continued sucking her clit and pumping her love hole until she begged me to stop. “Please, please stop! I beg you, stop and give me a chance to recover”, she cried.

“I can’t stand it anymore. Pleeeease stop!” I slowly removed my fingers from her cunt. She had clenched her thighs together so closely that it was difficult for me to remove my hand.

When I finally did, she laid down on the couch and pulled me on top of her. “Oh that was great! Come here, hold me tight. Let me regain my breath. Let me feel all of you!”

Her legs encircled my back. Her hands had grabbed the back of my head and forced my lips down onto hers. I kissed her, and quickly found her tongue darting back and forth inside my mouth. My cock, caught between our two bodies, buried its head into her cunt hair.

It felt great having my big cock nosing around in hair surrounding her cunt!

Shanti wiggled her hips, massaging my cock with a combination of her cunt and tummy. I could feel its head swelling, getting even harder, as my balls threatened to explode. Sensing this, she stopped, and pushed me away from her.

“I’m ready to let you cum “, she said huskily. “I want you to hold yourself until we get into my favorite position. You’ll not have to worry about cumming in my cunt…as I always take the pills. This way, we can both try many different things for the next 2 days before my husband arrives” She laid down on the couch, and pulled me over her.

Taking my cock in her hand, she guided in into her cunt, but left it just touching her cunt lips. I lowered my body until I was lying on her, my chest pressed to her soft breast and my penis lying on her stomach, our lips locked together again.

I decided that I liked kissing her. Her lips were soft and warm and the connection felt incredibly intimate. The sensuous way she sucked on my tongue and used her own tongue to circle around mine sent chills down my spine.

As we continued to kiss, Shanti reached down and grasped my penis. I lifted up slightly and allowed her to pull it down until it was touching her still swollen cunt lips. Gently she began to move the swollen head up and down, grazing her lips and mixing our juices.

“Oh God,” I gasped. I had to think about something else… something that would take my mind off of the immediate need for release. I conjured up a picture in my mind: I was cleaning my dirty garage It worked and the crisis passed. Our lips parted as Shanti pushed me onto my side. There were beads of sweat on her face, her hair was wet and her eyes were now wild with lust again. She pulled one leg up and threw it over my waist and quickly pulled my penis back to her swollen sex.

I moaned as she again began to rub my swollen head on her outer lips again. Then, as she rubbed it across her hole, I felt the tip slip inside just a little. As the fat lips begin to caress the head, I humped my hips, hoping to push it in deeper. However, she pulled away, moving her hips backward, allowing only the tip to penetrate her. I bucked my hips again and gasped as the head of my penis slipped further into her. I reached down and grasped her waist. Enough was enough. This was going on for too long.

I thrust my hips in powerfully and my penis hard into her cunt and my swollen cock head speared her vagina all the way inside to the ridge.

“Nooooo..aaaaaaaaaa aaggghhhhhhhhhhh nnnnnnnoooooooo!!!” Shanti gasped.

With a gradual increase in pressure, almost too slight to feel, I began to pump into her cunt. Ever so slowly the shaft started pistoning into the moaning woman’s vagina. Shanti threw her head back and forth and continued to moan. However, her body was saying, “Yes.”

It took great will power not to lift her hips to me as she felt the head sliding against the walls of her vagina.

Shanti was gasping for breath now.

The swollen head was stretching her vagina walls like nothing she had ever experienced. Her hips began to move in little twitching motions and the walls of her vagina began to flutter on the shaft.

Her hole was now pulsing from top to bottom, squeezing the shaft like a velvet glove. “No… no… no,” she moaned. I waited for a second, loving the warm wetness of her clenching hole.

Shanti groans loudly, panting and gasping with lust. “God … no … don’t stop … don’t stop now, Rajneesh, for heaven’s sake!” she gasps.

Rajneesh laughs softly, “C’mon, bitch … into the bedroom. I want to fuck you in bed.”

He steps back and saunters into their bedroom, a large, airy room with a high, soft bed at one end. On the other side of the bed, twin louvered door open onto a small balcony. There are sheer curtains over the doors and they billow in the gentle breeze. The room is softly lit by bedside lamps.

Shanti follows him, shedding her remaining clothes as she goes. By the bed, he turns and pushes her to her knees and makes her suck his cock again. Gasping, Shanti obeys, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him eagerly, her hands working her breasts and cunt. Rajneesh grunts thickly and fucks her mouth with immense pleasure, rocking her head back and forth in both hands. Shanti whimpers and groans deep in her cock-filled throat. Several minutes later, he pushes her head away.

He fucks her on her back on the high, soft bed. Shanti spreads her legs wide, masturbating wantonly as he bends over and pushes his cock between her thighs. She reaches down with one hand to guide him to her slit. He bends over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slowly flexes his buttocks. His cock-head pops into her cunt, his shaft slipping between her fingers. She gasps and arches steeply, the breath shooting from her throat in a rattling gasp. His cock is big and thick and it fills her cunt, distending it fully, mashing her cunt-flesh and swollen clitoris.

“Yes!” she gasps. “Oh god yes! Do it, Rajneesh! Fuck me!”

The handsome husband of her best friend groans and arches his head, his eyes fluttering shut. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and it squeezes his penis feverishly. The fires burn in his groin and his balls ache for release. He gasps, fighting for control, and slowly swings his hips in tight, snapping arcs, flexing his buttocks taut as he swings them, unflinching, flexing again. His cock mashes her cunt-flesh and clitoris, and slowly spirals into her slit. Shanti gasps and cries out, her cunt grinding up to meet his hips in descent. Deeper and deeper he goes, tunneling and burrowing into her hot furrow till he is embedded in her cunt to the hilt. She spreads her legs wide apart and arches under him, her face suffused with lust, panting and moaning obscenely, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his forearms.

“Come on … do it … fuck me … fuck me hard, Rajneesh … fuck me! Take me, Rajneesh! Fuck me like a whore!” she pants, a bitch in rut.

Abruptly, Rajneesh swings his hips up, jerking his cock outward and then slams his hips down, ramming his cock deep into her cunt.

“C’mon bitch! Take it! Take my dick!” he cries.

The breath whooshes from her throat and she arches, gasping and crying out under him.

“OHHHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!”

His cock is magnificent, hot and hard and thick and long, filling her cunt, stretching it wide, grinding down deep into her flesh. Again he rocks out, slams in, rocks out, slams in, and yet again. Shanti lurches and rocks under him, her body jerking with his mad thrusts.

Rajneesh thrusts faster and harder and deeper into her and then hits a smooth, swinging rhythm, stroking powerfully and rapidly and deeply in and out of her flesh. His hips swing up and down with steady, snapping motions, his buttocks flexing and unflagging rhythmically, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt, grinding and squelching and ramming and reaming in deep. Shanti whimpers her pleasure, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, her hips rocking up and down under his. He bends his head and kisses her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She groans and arches under him, winding her arm about his head. Moving smoothly and seamlessly, he begins to swing his hips again in circles, mashing her flesh ruthlessly. Shanti hisses in pleasure, her hands squeezing her breasts, scraping her mangalsutra over her hard nipples.

“Yes … ohhh yes … that’s it … ohhhh uhhh yes … ohhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes … there … oh god yes … oh ma uhhh hanh uhh ahhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes!” she goes.

“Take it … c’mon, whore … take my dick … take it, you fucking bitch … c’mon … take it all … oh yeh … that’s it … oh fuck yes … take it, you randy bitch … take my prick!”

Shanti begins to sweat. Perspiration trickles between her breasts, beads her brow and upper lip. Strands of hair cling damply to the nape of her neck. She gasps and whimpers, clenching his arms. Bending his head, he sucks her breasts and nipples, moving relentlessly in and out of her cunt. Her orgasm grows and looms. He thrusts deep into her and flips his hands up to her breasts, crushing them under his weight, pinning her beneath him. Shanti moans and thrashes hotly under him, begging for more, whimpering and crying out.

Shanti begins to orgasm and there is nothing Rajneesh can do to stop her. He groans as her hot cunt convulses frenetically on his penis and, flinging his head back, his hands crushing her breasts, drives his cock into her with deep, ramming thrusts, pausing and twitching with his penis buried in her slit. On and on he goes, ramming his cock into her till her orgasm wanes and her body sinks. She moans thickly, her chest heaving. Gently, Rajneesh slides out of her cunt.

“Now,” he murmurs. “Turn over bitch. I want to fuck you from behind.”

Shanti groans, but is unable to resist. The temptation is too great. She turns around obediently and, on her forearms and knees before the husband of her best friend, spreads her legs and presents her rear to her husband of her best friend. She knows that she likes to fuck her ass; she doesn’t mind it herself. Indeed, she rather enjoys the curious sensation of having a thick, hard, long cock tunneling into her ass.

“Want my ass?” she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder.

For a second, the husband of her best friend is tempted. He caresses her smooth, creamy buttocks, spreading them open and fingering her taut anus. He knows just how good it feels on his cock, hot and tight as a vise. She looks lovely, wanton and eager, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. He knows she will not mind. But he decides against it, at least for now.

“Later,” he says. “After I’ve fucked your slit some more.”

He pushes his cock between her buttocks and to her cunt-lips. They are open and wet and he squeezes his cock into her cunt-flesh in a single penetrating thrust that forces the breath from her throat in a rattling moan.

“OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!” Shanti gasps as the huge penis surges into flesh.

Rajneesh starts fucking her rapidly from behind. He grips her hips and jerks her body back and forth, hammering his hips to and fro. His thighs slap audibly against her buttocks. His long, thick penis plunges and pistons and rams in and out of her cunt. Shanti moans and cries out, her face lifted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her hot, swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and wobble and her mangalsutra swings and flaps madly as the man ram-fucks her cunt.

“Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh uhh hanh uhh oh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh ahh uh ah uh ah uh hanh uhhh oh ma hanh uhhh ohhh!” she gasps loudly.

“Oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh c’mon … c’mon you fucking whore! Take my cock! Take it, you whoring bitch! Take it!”

He slows and swings his hips in tight snapping circles, entering her cunt from all angles, spiraling into her deeply with a crushing plunger. Groaning, Shanti runs her tongue sexily over her slim upper lip, hissing in pleasure. Her hips and buttocks sway and writhe erotically and turns her face over her shoulder to her husband of her best friend-lover.

“Yes … ohhh yes … c’mon … do it … ohhh yes … that’s it … mmm … yeh … c’mon … fuck me, baby … fuck me hard … fuck me like a whore, baby … yes … fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, baby! Fuck me hard!”

The man chuckles and leans forward to kiss her hungrily, shoving his tongue into her mouth, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them hard in his excitement. Shanti kisses him fiercely, her buttocks and hips grinding eagerly against his groin.

“C’mon … fuck me … fuck me hard!” she says in a husky, lust-laden voice.

The husband of her best friend grins, squeezes her breasts, nuzzles the nape of her neck and straightens. Holding her slender waist, he snaps his hips forward, flexing his buttocks taut, ramming his cock into her cunt hard and deep. Shanti cries out, her head jerking up, her face twisting in lust, her eyes screwed shut, her lips drawn back, her mouth a wide O. He pauses, buried deep in her hot cunt, his cock throbbing, his hips twitching at her waist and then, pulling out, rams in again. She gasps loudly.

“OHH! Oh ma uhh OHHH! OH! OHHHH uhh oh ma uhhh hanh!”

“C’mon! Take it! Take it, slut! Take it all! Ohh! Uhh ahh! UH! OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!”

“Oh ma … oh ma … oh ma … oh … ohh … ohh … Oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHH!”

Gasping, grunting, his head flung back, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, the man ram-fucks the lovely lustful Shanti remorselessly. His ramming, jerking thrusts smoothen to a rapid back and forth rhythm. He rocks his hips to and fro, his fingertips in the small of her back, moving her body under his, jerking her cunt up and down and back and forth the length of his swollen shaft. His chest heaves. His cock appears and disappears between the smooth curves of her buttocks, grinding and squelching and rasping in and out of her cunt. His thighs slap at her buttocks, his balls press to her cunt-lips.

“C’mon whore take it! Take it, bitch, yes! Oh fuck yes … c’mon, bitch … take my cock! Oh fuck yes! That’s it, whore, oh fuck that’s good!”

“Yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh yes oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhh OH ma Oh Rajneesh! OHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uh hanh … fuck me! Fuck me, Rajneesh! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohh uhhh Oh ma uhh oh ma oh ma oh ma!” Shanti sobs in delight.

Faster and faster he goes, now gripping her waist hard again, thrusting furiously in and out of her cunt, his hips pounding back and forth. Shanti gasps and cries out, lurching and rocking and jerking under him, her head raised, her cries sharp and staccato. There is a full-length mirror in front of the bed and Rajneesh watches her reflection, transfixed, staring at the lust on her pretty face, watching her heavy breasts jiggle and wobble, the mangalsutra tossing and swinging frantically. The husband of her best friend’s buttocks flex and unflappable rapidly, his hips driving back and forth, slapping at hers, piston and plunging rhythmically in and out of her sexy sweet cuntal passage in its ceaseless quest for release. She begins to orgasm, panting and mewing ecstatically and he squeezes her pendulous breasts, crushing the heavy, swollen mounds in his hands, pinching the rigid nipples.

Shanti’s head swims with joy. His penis is incredible, hot and heavy and hard, moving relentlessly in and out of her convulsing cunt-channel, plunging in deep, pulling steeply outward, then spiraling down into her again. Her cunt contracts and spasms frenetically on the penis and she coasts from one orgasm to another and then on to a third. He continues fucking her furiously, banging his hips at her buttocks, making her body lurch and rock and jerk with his thrusts. His thighs whack her flesh with loud slaps that coincide with her choking gasps and shuddering moans.

Finally he relents as her third orgasm wanes, and slows his motions. Shanti groans and, as he eases his cock out of her cunt, sinks on her front on the bed, gasping and panting heavily. She is still on her knees and her buttocks are thrust up high. Her shoulders are on the bed, and her face is turned to one side on the pillow.

The husband of her best friend is beyond caring whether she wants more or not. He wants more, and that is all that matters. He rises and straddles her fleshy hips in a deep squat. Holding his cock in his hand, he pushes it back into her cunt and enters her again with a long, slow, skewering thrust. Shanti moans thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as the enormous cock bursts into her wet flesh. Rajneesh chortles softly, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

“Really love my dick in your slit, don’t you, whore?” he says.

“Ohh uhhhh ohhh yes,” Shanti moans deliriously, beyond caring.

“I want your ass now,” he announces.

Shanti cannot refuse him, nor does she want to any longer. Rajneesh slips his cock out of her cunt and, spreading her creamy buttocks wide open, presses the swollen cock-head to her taut anus. Shanti tenses. The husband of her best friend pauses, grins in anticipation and then, flexing his buttocks, slides his hips forward and pushes his cock-head into her asshole.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhh Ohma uhhh OHHHHHHHHH! Wait — let us do a deal I will give you my ass only and only if you make sure that Lakshmi is not fucked by you for one whole month, once you achieve that — on the 31st day, I will give you my ass Rajneesh and I promise — it will be a bonanza surprise package and not only my ass. We will do it in my home and extremely homely fuck it will be Are you Ok with the deal?” Shanti — the devilish adulteress spoke the truth finally. This was her way of getting back on the female who dared complain against her.

The breath rushes from Shanti’s throat and her face contorts in a sadism of lust as waited for the handsome head of her lover go back and groan, ” How will that be possible, she will be back in 7 days and will need me to fuck her. Anyhow what will be your way of finding out that I have not drilled her?'” he was testing the seriousness.

” My lover — do not worry. Your wife is my bosom friend at least that is how it is for her — she does not know what a bastard betrayer in the form of a husband you are and how scheming and unfaithful I am. She will tell me all about you and the torment will come to my knowledge. Think of it — either you abstain and don’t screw her for 30 days or forget me?” she chewed her lips and gave him a flick of her tongue with her hands going down her lovely tresses to her boobs which she pressed lightly only to lift a sweat drop off the nipple and lick it off her finger.

She was demure sexy suave and extremely simple methodical and soft spoken at the same time. She knew men very well — she had evaded numerous since ages who were wanting a peek at what she had below her petticoat but well that is history now.

Shanti looked at him straight and covered her boobs with the blouse and dressed quickly — got up and straightened to take a small crack at the muscles. She excused her self to the rest room and returned only to pick her purse and started to leave. Rajneesh was aghast — it was all so matter of fact.

He started to yelp like a dog wanting to get some continuity confirmed, she looked back from the door, ” Well — there is one more thing after this 30 day abstinence trial period is over for yo u and Lakshmi, we will meet alright and have already committed to you my plan but if you desire to have something ongoing with me — you will have to also consider admonishing your wife in front of me and maybe my husband or child — simple make her feel inferior make her feel little in front of me. For example — she is putting on weight — make statements openly in front of me to instigate her to feel let down. This is a must and for that if it hits the bull’s eye I promise a package deal for you with me as yours completely for 3 nights at a place of your choice with one more woman along with me. Think of it. Bye. ” she was vicious and determined.

She was clear on her plan to ruin Lakshmi’s future and married life of course.

I am Rajneesh and as you all can understand it was next to impossible for me not to fuck my wife.

After 25 days of abstinence we all went to a party at a friends house and got pretty loaded.

I lost track of Shanti just after midnight, who also was there with her husband. I began looking around the bedrooms & bathrooms to see if my wife was alright. When I got to the master bedroom, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Lakshmi, my wife was lying on the bed stark naked — I quickly muttered something like “I’m sorry” and went to close the door when she yelled “Come on in Rajneesh, at least now tell me why are you avoiding me — this is the only way I thought you will take me, you want me to behave like a slut, come on then”.

As I approached the bed I first noticed her glazed eyes and then her gooey pussy. She stared me right in the eyes and said “I want to get fucked by you a lot and more”. She leaned forward to grab at my pants, as she did I noticed the big her lips around my now stiff cock. She bobbed up and down on it for a moment and then looked up at me and said “stick it in me and leave me a New Years present”, with that she turned onto her hands and knees.

She my wife spread her cunt lips open with one hand and told me to give it to her. I watched as a tiny dribble of come ran from her open hole, onto her clit and then dripped onto the bed – needless to say, I slid right in. I grabbed onto her hips and started pounding away. After a few minutes she started to rub her clit and tickle my balls. I could feel them tightening up ready to explode. As I yelled to her that I was going to come I heard the door open – it was too late as I blasted a load of hot juice into her.

No sooner had I started coming when I heard a scream – I looked at the doorway and saw Shanti back as she stormed away.

I pulled out of Lakshmi and pulled my pants up over my soaked cock and got my wife dressed, children were waiting outside and it was past 1am in the morning. We got into our car and left for our house when I saw Shanti putting her coat on as she headed towards the exit door and going towards her husband and their vehicle. He also had grabbed his coat and followed her.

We reached home and I slept painfully while Lakshmi slept peacefully. I could understand — biologically she needed the copulation but I knew the moment of truth is going to face me and it did when I caught up to Shanti the next day in their front yard and turned her around. She slapped my face and said “you’re going to pay for this” and with that she turned and kept walking. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn’t listen. We got to her house and didn’t say a word until we got inside. I tried to explain what happened but she wouldn’t listen. Finally she looked at me and said “when I decide on how I’m going to make you pay, I’ll talk to you”.

It was the next evening when Shanti called me into her house where she was watching TV. She looked at me and said “I’ve decided how you’re going to pay”. I asked her how.

She said that she’d be home since Sridhar and Amulya were off to her inlaws place and I was to follow her and that I was to be waiting in the living room. I asked her what was going to happen. She looked at me and said “I’m going to have your manager Dhruv from your office come home with me”.

“Yeah, so”, I replied as if that was normal. I knew and was aware that Dhruv had been trying to get into her panties for long — and Lakshmi had told me that Shanti is so pretty but extremely pious because of which she had been keeping this fellow at a distance.Incidentally — Dhruv used to bank at their branch and was a frequent visitor to the Bank.

My mouth dropped open when she looked me straight in the eyes and said “You’re going to watch him fuck me, and you’re not going to do a thing about it, do you understand?”. She looked so serious, all I could say was “I guess so, if that’s what you want”.

“Well I got to watch you and Lakshmi even after our deal and it certainly didn’t thrill me – I want you to see how it feels”. shanti’s voice quivered with rage.

I tried to talk her out of it but she said that I didn’t have a choice.

I got to her home around 7pm the next night, sure enough Shanti wasn’t home. I kept thinking that maybe she’d changed her mind. When I saw her pull in at 8:15 followed by another car I knew she was serious. I sat in my designated chair in the living room as they came in. From the looks of them, they had already had a few drinks. Shanti just smiled as she walked by and headed towards the kitchen. Dhruv came in and sat down.

As I heard Shanti in the kitchen Dhruv said “Sorry about this Rajneesh, Shanti explained what happened and I have to agree with her, fair is fair.”.

I didn’t have time to answer as Shanti came back into the living room with 3 beers. She threw one my way, handed one to Dhruv and sat down on the love seat opposite Dhruv and I. She took a sip of her beer and, as she looked at me, said “Lets get things rolling”. I watched in awe as she slid up her lehenga(long indian Skirt) and pulled down her under wear stockings.

As she pulled them off one leg, both Dhruv and I could see her lacy panties. There was a wet spot right in the crotch. She slid her slip off and then brought her knees up. I could see the outline of her pussy lips thru the wet cotton panties. Her pubes were sticking out around the lacy edges. I noticed Dhruv squirming in his seat. Shanti was sucking down the beer in record time. Finishing her mouthful she put the beer down and stood up. She slowly unbuttoned her Kurta (Indian blouse ) and took it off. She wore a sheer bra and her nipples were plainly visible. They stiffened up as she slid the blouse off her arms.

She neatly folded it and put it on the couch. Another swig of beer and she reached behind her and undid her skirt. As it dropped to the floor we both stared at my wife’s nearly naked friend. She sat down to finish her beer.

When the last sip was gone she got up and sat down next to Dhruv. “You have to take the rest of my clothes off” she said to him softly. I had a massive hard on as I watched Dhruv remove her bra. She turned and gave him her nipples to suck on.

A few minutes later she stood and I watched Dhruv slide her panties down. Her back was facing me but I could see what was happening as she spread her legs open. I could see his fingers spreading her pussy open. I watched his other hand begin to rub her clit. Moments later she sat back down on the couch next to him. With both hands, she spread herself open and gave him it all.

“Lick it” she said to him. I watched as Dhruv got on his hands and knees on the floor and buried his tongue in her juicy cunt. Her legs wrapped around his head pulling him in deeper and deeper. I heard her moan loudly as he brought her off for the first time. When he stood up to take his pants off I could see just how wet my heartthrob and cock throb Shanti was. Her pussy was wide open, her clit stiff and throbbing. His saliva and her come made the insides of her thighs glisten. As Dhruv slid off his pants and underwear I got a little uneasy.

He was a big guy – his prick was both longer and fatter than mine – he was really going to open her up tonight. As I watched him stroke it a couple of times I realized that I was kind of excited about watching my wife’s friend and my near to heartbreaking cock throb fuck this guy. He made her suck on his cock for a minute or so. It was even bigger when it popped out of her mouth. Dripping with saliva he got on his knees and put the head in between her swollen cunt lips. Shanti held her knees wide open and back and just said “Fuck me Dhruv, fuck me good”.

I just about came in my pants when I watched him slide his cock into her.

She was moaning and screaming as he inched his way into her. He pulled back a bit and then slammed it all the way in. I heard his balls slap against her ass as her body convulsed violently. As he slid out of her to begin fucking her in earnest, I noticed they were both soaked, pubic hair matted down. Shanti had let loose a geyser. He began with slow little thrusts and Shanti was keeping herself wet by rubbing her clit. Dhruv thrusts were getting faster and faster and deeper and deeper. He’d almost come all the way out (I got glimpses of the purple head of his dick slipping in and out) and then plunge back in.

Each thrust was met with a moan from Shanti. It wasn’t long before they both began to moan from the intense pleasure. Shantis pussy lips were being stretched under this monstrous prick.

Their moans became louder and louder as their bodies bucked violently.

Shanti reached her climax first and pulled Dhruv into her. A few thrusts later and I watched Dhruv inject his jism into Shantis hot cunt. He moaned and moaned as his body spasmed. I could see his come oozing out of Shanti’s swollen pussy as Dhruv pulled out of her.

As his cock slid from her hole it was followed by a steady stream of white cream. My stiff cock was just about bursting and I thought I’d just jump on top of her and fuck her, when, to my surprise, Dhruv pulled her onto the floor on her knees. With Shanti on her knees and leaning forward on the couch. Dhruv spread her ass and cunt open and stuck himself back inside her.

I couldn’t believe it, he was stiff as a board again and doing another number on Shanti gaping pussy. Shanti leaned her chest on the couch and pulled her ass and pussy open to let Dhruv in deeper. A light foam appeared around her cunt as Dhruv gave it to her again. I watched in awe as Dhruv got a finger really wet and slid it up Shanti ass hole. Her eyes opened widely as he slid his finger into her.

She was getting the fucking of a lifetime and was screaming as she came and came under his onslaught. He pulled his finger from her tight ass and promptly squirted another load of jism into Shanti’s well worn pussy.

When their bodies stopped throbbing, Shanti could do nothing other than to lean foward onto the couch. Dhruv now softening prick slipped out of Shanti. He leaned over her and gave her a light kiss on the back of the neck and said “You were great, I hope you’re happy now – see you tomorrow at the office – thanks again”.

As he slid his pants up and buttoned them he turned to me and said “No hard feelings, huh?”. I didn’t respond, just watched him walk out the front door. When my eyes turned back towards Shanti, I realized that she looked just like she had on that afternoon when we fucked back at my house. Her pussy was still wide open and inflamed. Thick jism ran down both her thighs as she breathed deeply. My dick was still rock hard.

Almost silently, I slid my pants down and rubbed it against her cunt. I dreamt of getting my cock’s tip wet with Dhruv come and slide inside her. I could tell she had been fucked good, she was wide open – no resistance, just gooey and slippery. I wantec to gave her two or three good thrusts before I also add a third load, this time mine to her cunt. I slouched down to the floor as the last of my drop came in my hands — I had done a good hand job on my cock.

Shanti also slid onto the floor, her legs closed now. I asked her if she enjoyed herself. She looked at me squarely and said, “I hope you won’t be upset if I tell you that it was great, because it was and I must tell you that he will be fucking me too often now — we have it all official which he will explain to you. You will get to see me like this only and that too if I permit. You will never get to fuck me again of course — you have a chance- get Lakshmi humiliated or a better one — get her fucked by Dhruv in front of me!!.”

I was silent for a moment and then told her that I will try to humiliate lakshmi but getting her to fuck another man will not be possible.

Once she regained her energies, struggled towards the bathroom to tidy up.

Shanti slumped onto the closed toilet while we waited for the water to get hot. Her legs opened and the 3 loads of cum began to flow from her swollen pussy.

I just stared as it oozed out of her. She noticed me staring and pulled her legs up and open, she also seemed to be bearing down trying to force the goo out. It worked, she smiled as thick globs of jism worked their way out of her hot pussy.

She got a fingerful and licked it off and smiled, ” Maybe you can payback a bit by sucking and cleaning this muck in my cunt mixed with the semen of your boss.”

As she reached for the wash cloth I surprised her by sticking my tongue into her vagina. This was surely a first, licking someone else’s come from your wife’s best friend’s pussy, but as I swallowed and tasted the first few drops I knew I wanted the rest – it got me incredibly horny and excited.

Shanti must have enjoyed the feeling because she really opened herself up and let me go. I licked all around her still swollen hole.

I cleaned off her pussy lips and finished off with her stiff clit.

“Do you like how it tastes?” she asked me.

“Kind of salty but at the same time it gets me excited”.

As she held the warm compress against it she said “I guess that makes us even”. I hoped this would help repair the damage. I am badly in need of sex with her.

Shanti has become a obsession for me which just does not go away. I fantasize only Shanti when it comes to sex.

This is Rajneesh and it is the last in the series of the Adulteress and me, for a change from the next in the series there will be no me in any of the serials with Shanti the obnoxious adulteress at least. Oh — how simple and shy and coy she looks but the ice maiden is nothing or any of that but a stealthily inching to kill viper.

The story with me for her ends with this last episode which is exactly speaking a lot of parts in the same episode but still all in one.

Well what about my personal life with my wife? It is in a mess and you will realize by the end of the this episode. The Chapter 1 is in first person and the rest are all in 3rd person.

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Chapter 1

Well this interlude with the scheming adulteress Shanti took place a few days ago and she was as usual determined to end my marriage and I was not up and ready (in more ways than one) for her final onslaught.

It was around 8 am on a Saturday morning. I had just got up yawning and I was not awaiting Shanti’s arrival. I was surprised when I answered the door to see two women standing there.

Lakshmi by the way had to go to her place of work early that day.

“Hi,” Shanti said, “this is my best friend, Mala.”

I looked at the almost identical images in front of me and mouthed, “friend?”

Both women giggled at that. Shanti pulled a fast one in her unusual dirty style “Yes, she’s all of about 20 minutes younger. This is like my twin though not born to the same mother. Not that I don’t have my urges.”

I had no doubt as to Shanti’s urges.

I studied the two women, comparing their common facial features and pert, not so young bodies. I noticed their differences as well.

Shanti, seemed so cool and confident. I could not meet her penetrating gaze, and averted my eyes.

Obviously, Mala was not dressed for fucking, but she was carrying a small suitcase. Perhaps her work clothes were in there. Her soft red shoulder-length hair framed her perfectly made-up face. She had such a sweet, innocent smile that I… well, I just melted.

A pretty powder blue lace bra was clearly visible through her long-sleeved blouse. From the strapless blouse on down, the translucent white chiffon material left little to my imagination. Yet, in a way, she seemed so pure and childlike. Until I studied those gorgeous hips. Nothing childlike about her there… And the pleated blue lehenga( Indian skirt) that came below her thigh said “school woman” but her long legs were encased in nothing and that said something else.

I guessed the heels of her blue sandals to be about 1″ high. The pink nail polish showing through her feet matched the color of her perfectly manicured long fingernails. As my mind was contemplating how to get into her panties, my penis betrayed me. She laughed softly as she noticed the growing bulge in my shorts.

Shanti broke my reverie. “I brought Mala along today because I have an idea. ”

It made sense to me. “But what about Mala. Does she …”

“Of course she does,” Shanti added, knowing exactly what I was talking about. “Mala and I go way back with men. Usually, she hooks them, and I fry them. This time it’s my turn to make th introductions. Right Mala?”

“Uh-huh,” Mala replied. “You know, Mr. Rajneesh,” she said softly, “even as a 18 year old young woman I had a way with boys. I could get them to talk to us and want to play with us. Once we’d make friends, Shanti would take over. She showed me what to do with them. She just had this knack for getting them to drop their pants for us.”

Her eyes were fixed on my developing hard-on. “We’ve been sharing boyfriends for the last ten years.”

“Now,” Shanti interrupted, “are we ready to go to work?”

I nodded my assent though I know all this was shit, they knew each other for just 2 years or so and all this story was humbug.

“Listen up, Raj!” Shanti commanded, “Let me tell you how it’s going to be. I’m the foreman on this job. I’ll tell you exactly what to do. That even includes when to take a shit.”

I looked at her, but she overrode my objection before I raised it, “That’s right, my penis-pumping puppy. You are the new apprentice on this job, and everything you do has to be supervised. That includes bathroom breaks. You have to ask permission from Mala or myself to be excused from work. One of us will have to take you.”

I decided I’d put her to the test, “May I go to the bathroom, please?”

“Yes, you may. Since we haven’t started work yet, we’ll both take you.” The three of us walked to the bathroom where I unzipped my pants, took out my penis and relieved myself of my morning’s coffee. Both women seemed content just to watch, but the requirement to ask permission and to be supervised made me feel like a little boy again.

I zipped up and flushed the toilet.

“Mala, here’s where he was masturbating yesterday with his nose buried in my sneaker!”

Mala was all eyes. “How did you get him to do it?” she asked.

“I didn’t. When are you going to learn, Mala. Boys and men don’t have a choice when it comes to sex. They have to have it or go mad. There’s some sort of direct connection between their penises and their brains. If we control the sex we control them. Raj boy likes the smell of woman and me in particular, so I indulge him. He’ll do anything for me.”

Mala looked thoughtful. But I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, whether she felt excitement, contempt, or what.

Shanti turned to me. “OK. You have at least some experience in fucking women other than your wife, right?” she asked.

“Well, not exactly,” I replied and decided to get curt with her. “That’s why I made a mistake with you and was not professional. But if you’ll give me directions, I’m sure…”

“Oh, shit,” she said. “Look, I don’t have time for this. It’s going to rain Raj. I want to try to get the outside work finished today. You train him, Mala. I’m going to get to work.” And with that, she turned and left us. Mala stood there with an amused look. She licked her lips and smiled at me.

“Well, Mr. Rajneesh,” Mala said. She moved next to me and lightly, teasingly ran her long pink fingernails down my arm. She seemed like such a demure, sweet young thing. But my cock didn’t think so; it was growing again. And in a very soft voice she said, “I see you have my friend’s panties and bra hanging there. Panties and bras are very feminine, aren’t they? Your wife agrees to them hanging”

“Well, my wife is the one who has hung them there, both are friends” I croaked. I could not take my eyes off her breasts, displayed in her own lacy bra beneath the transparency of the chiffon blouse. They looked so enticing. I felt myself so strangely submissive. She saw where I was staring. I don’t know what made me blurt out, “That one’s not as feminine as the nylon and lace bra you’re wearing.” I felt so embarrassed.

She smiled at me. Her hand was still on my arm. “Why, Mr. Rajneesh,” she said sweetly, “I think you have excellent taste!” She bent over to open her small suitcase. I couldn’t see, or didn’t want to see, what she had in there. My eyes were fixed on the curve of her hips, her long legs in those sheer next to nothing. I stared, thinking…

She held a bra and a pair of panties in her hand. She unfolded the bra and said, “Vanity Fair. Soft nylon and lace, the same style as I’m wearing. Doesn’t it look pretty? Pink is such a feminine color, don’t you think?” I had to agree. I think my heart skipped a beat. Where was this leading?

“And panties are so pretty too,” she whispered as she held them up to my face, “A proper match for the bra, Vanity Fair also, size 7. Such soft nylon. And look, these briefs have such darling lace at the front of the leg openings. Intimate feminine wear is so attractive, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yes.” Part of me was still plotting to get her out of her panties, and if I had to play her game, so be it. Another part of me found this very exciting. “Breathtaking,” I said.

“Well, then. We need to get started with your training, Mr. Rajneesh.” She continued to speak, very slowly and deliberately, “I want you to take off all your clothes so I can get a better look at you.”

“Call me Raj, please.”

I hesitated. She placed her hand on the swelling in my crotch and began to play with me.

“You’re not going to be difficult, are you Raj? We need to get started with your training and I’m so hoping you will be a good boy for Mala.”

I was lost in her femininity. I took off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. As my shorts fell to the floor my freed cock popped to attention. It was so embarrassing. But Mala seemed so understanding, as her hands ran appreciatively over my body. Then she ran her fingernails back and forth lightly over my penis. It grew harder in response.

“Raj, I want you properly dressed for your lesson. Put on your pretty panties.”

I couldn’t refuse her. As I slid the pink nylon briefs up my legs and over my raging hard-on she stood there with her arms crossed and smiled knowingly at me. Then she said, “Hold out your arms, darling.” She slipped the silky bra straps over my shoulders, put her arms around me and hooked the delicate garment in place. Her perfume assaulted my senses, and she leaned against me pressing her soft breasts to my chest. My penis, in its nylon prison, was cuddled in the folds of her skirt. Yes, definitely, this was exciting me.

“Such a good boy,” she cooed. “You know, your briefs are made of nylon. They’re quite easy to see through. And you really do look so pretty and feminine in your panties.” She took a small step to the side to look at my hardness as she began to stroke the tent in my new panties.

“Ummm…” I was speechless. And rock hard.

She thought for a moment as she continued to pet me. “That’s it! I’m going to be your Auntie Mala and you will do every single thing I tell you. That will be so much fun, won’t it sweetness? Let’s go to the bedroom where we’ll be more comfortable.”

Mala picked up her suitcase and beckoned with her finger for me to follow her. She led me down the hall. As I followed her I felt a little silly dressed as I was, and I was hoping Shanti didn’t walk back in the house at that point. But mostly what occupied my attention was the curve of Mala’s hips and the wiggle of her body as she walked in front of me. I wondered if that was the way she walked all the time or if she was just doing it to tease me.

Mala walked into my bedroom, put down her case and sat down in my armchair. She stared at the pulsing penis that strained against the silky fabric and she began to unbutton her blouse. There was no question as to who was in command. I stood before her staring at the curve of her firm thighs as she crossed her legs. And I began to play with myself.

“TAKE YOUR HANDS AWAY!” she snapped.

“But…”

“NOW!”

I was stunned and confused. I hesitated, then somehow managed to move my hands to my sides. “A boy jerking off in front of his own Auntie. Really, you should be ashamed of yourself! And just look at the precum stain on your pretty panties.” As I looked down she quickly she got up, pulled a leather strap out of her suitcase, firmly pulled my wrists behind me and fastened them securely. I felt so helpless. I could see her triumphant smile.

Partly out of fear, and partly out of desire, I slipped right into character. “But please, Auntie, I couldn’t help myself! It just happened! I tried to fight it as long as I could, but it wasn’t any use!”

She turned me to face her, smiled and spoke gently to me. “What you’re trying to say is that you couldn’t control yourself. That’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?”

Was she trying to increase my humiliation by just pretending to be caring and nurturing? “Yes, Auntie.” Tears of agony began to run down my cheeks. My cock desperately needed relief and now I didn’t know how or if she would take care of my need. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, which she carefully folded and placed on a table next to the chair. In frustration my hardness began to wilt.

She sat me down in my chair and leaned over me, stroking my pretty pink panties just a little. With her other hand she pulled my head closer to rest in her soft, tender breasts in their sleek lacy bra cups.

“My poor little boy, I know why you were so bad. It’s because you haven’t had Auntie here to guide you, to control you, to take you in her arms and make you behave. Isn’t that right?”

I twisted in panic as the tears spilled down my cheeks and splashed on her breasts. My cock was quivering with life once more. Auntie’s words were sweet and soothing but they couldn’t erase my mounting fear and humiliation. Yes, I was definitely getting hard again! There was no denying the thickness and throbbing heat in my stiffening cock.

Mala said, “Auntie is going to control you and guide you and protect you. That’s what you really want, isn’t it, darling? Tell the truth to Auntie, now.”

I just couldn’t speak, My voice was lost in fear and embarrassment at my state of arousal. The only noise I could make was a groan of humiliation.

“That’s all right, darling. Your penis is telling me just what I needed to find out.” She thought for a moment. “I know,” she brightened. “You’re probably just embarrassed because of your love of pretty feminine underthings and because of your overpowering need to serve a woman and because Auntie knows all about your little secret. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Well, then. Obviously, what you need is a long course in feminine appreciation. And, when you understand that, in the natural order of things the only legitimate purpose in life for any male is to serve the female, and when you become accustomed to wearing intimate feminine apparel all the time, then you’ll become comfortable with it. You won’t have all this frustration. Doesn’t that sound just wonderful?” She continued to pet my penis lightly.

I still had a powerful urge to make love with her, but also I was aroused because she had taken complete control of me. Also, she had really turned me on by putting me her feminine frills. “Oh, yes, Auntie. Thank you Auntie.”

“That’s a good little boy. I’m going to untie your hands now. But you will obey my instructions without question. And you will never play with your penis unless I give you specific permission. Auntie will decide. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Auntie. You are so good to me Auntie,” I said with an honesty that surprised even me.

“Of course I am, darling. Another thing. I think it will help in your feminine appreciation lessons if we give you a new name. I think Tina has a nice sound to it. And I don’t know that you should call me Auntie anymore. I think Mistress would be more appropriate, Mistress Mala if you like.”

“Yes, Auntie, I mean Mistress. But… but what about my painting lessons?” She finished freeing my wrists.

“Yes, I promised Shanti I would instruct you how to fuck properly. But before we get to that we need to continue today’s feminine appreciation workshop. You may take off my skirt.”

I undid the buttons at the back of her tiny waist and carefully slid her lehenga down her long legs to her ankles. She stepped out and sat back down in my armchair. She was breathtaking. A vision of loveliness. Those pretty breasts framed in her delicate bra, matching light blue briefs (they too were the same style as my pink ones) and garter belt, taught sheer nylons and those arousing 3″ heels.

“Kneel down and take off my sandals, Tina.”

I dropped to my knees obediently as I thrilled to the sound of my new name. “Yes, Mistress. Mistress, you are so beautiful!”

“Of course, I am darling. I am female,” she said in the most level, matter-of-fact tone.

“Mm… may I please lick your pretty pussy, Mistress?”

She gave a little cry of delight. “Of course, darling. Did you know that pussy worship and the training of your tongue may be the most important part of what I’m going to teach you? And certainly you will be spending a lot of time at it. But from now on, first you will ask permission to kiss Mistress’ pretty panties, then you will ask for permission to remove them and then you must fold them neatly. You must always treat Mistress’ delicate things with great care.”

“Yes. Mistress.” It was an uncontrollable urge as powerful as creation itself that drew me to her. Before, I would have kissed her pussy as a way to get her excited so she’d make love to me now I wanted to kiss her pussy simply because I wanted to! Slowly I kissed the warm nylon where it disappeared between her soft thighs and then, as she raised her hips slightly, I removed the filmy panties from Mala’s beautiful body, carefully folded them and placed them on the carpet. On impulse I gave each of her feet a light massage. Then, through her feet I kissed and suckled on each of her toes.

“Very nice, Tina. You seem to have quite a talented mouth for a beginner. Let’s see where else you can use it.”

I took her cue and began to kiss and lick my way up her legs, worshiping the feel of the smooth nylon and her warm flesh beneath my tongue. As I neared the tops of her stockings she spread her legs wider to reveal herself. I moved quickly to her inviting pussy, kissing, lapping and sucking eagerly, and savoring her juices.

Wonder and joy, agony and frustration; I was feeling everything at once. My raging cock swelled and ached with desire. And yet somehow I knew, instinctively, that this was the way it was meant to be, that I belonged on my knees in front of my beautiful Mistress, dressed in my pretty pink panties and bra, with my tongue buried in Mistress’ wonderful pussy.

As she writhed and moaned, Mistress’ warm thighs tightly clenched my ears. I was enveloped in femininity. Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward, my tongue thrust deeper into her. “Don’t stop, sweetness, don’t stop.” Was she yelling or was she gasping? I couldn’t tell; all I knew was that as I lunged forward into her pussy I was spinning into a whirlpool of pleasure. My head spun and my cock throbbed and ached as I pictured myself in my feminine underthings, with my head buried between her luscious legs. Shaking uncontrollably and screaming — yes, now I heard it — she came again and again, almost crushing me with her soft but insistent thighs.

And then she pushed me back. I lay on the floor, confused and dazed. My pulsing cock threatened to burst from my silky panties. I just had to relieve myself. But no… I didn’t dare. She was looking at me. Perhaps she was just waiting for the chance to punish me.

I felt in anguish. Was I having a nightmare? She was so lovely, so beautiful. I knew it was my place to serve her always. If only she would allow me relief. Somehow I doubted she would. I was confused and bewildered. She knew what was best for me. That is why she had me on her training program. Wasn’t it?

Gradually, our heavy breathing subsided and Mistress Mala stood up. My stiff rod began to wither a little — so painfully — and as I got to my knees she was slipping into her sandals.

“Come on darling, let’s get something cool and sweet to drink,” she said. And I followed her, she put back dress, her bra, her panty — Oh gosh — the heels tore at the panty but she still wore it over her legs, and with her high heels and her entire gorgeous body we went into the kitchen.

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Chapter 2

Rajneesh and Mala are now in the Bedroom. They return after a small break in the Kitchen.

Mala had driven him nuts in the kitchen finally allowing him to move back to his bedroom and assuring him of some good sex. She was slowly starting to take sympathy on the poor guy and decided to make him feel better in her own style. She was surprised to hear from him that he and his wife still fucked missionary and practically no foreplay, his entire thrills are from the porn stuff stacked up in his house and some experience with Shanti, Mala decided to give him some thrill like as if he was a virgin getting to feel a woman for the first time.

She started to seduce him and the first thing Raj wanted was to see was her boobs completely. Raj couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to stop, which he didn’t. The sight of her almost naked tits, and the blouse top with the bra already loosened inside having only inches to go before unveiling the luscious mounds to his eyes and hands, drove him bananas.

“Well, all right then. You can see,” Mala moved her hands and let his fingers pull off her halter top, exposing the twin jugs jutting from her rib cage. His fingers plunged into the soft firmness of her quivering tits, squeezing and kneading them, making them shiver as the weight of them moved under her soft skin. His finger tips tracing the blue veins in the milky softness, touching her pink nipples causing the skin to crinkle and rise. The smoothness of her nipples changing to hard nubbins of standing flesh under his caressing fingers.

Mala pulled gently on his cock, forcing him higher on the bed until his cock was over her breasts, then holding his balls in one hand, put pressure on his foreskin, rolling it down over the heat to gather in a lump around the neck of his prick. His cock head was bright purple, and a jewel of honey sparkled at the tip.

Mala gently squeezed his cock from belly to tip, milking out more crystal honey. The cream dribbled down his glans, sticky and hot, until Mala touched the tip of his cock to her nipple. The clear honey moved from his cock to the nipple on her tit, clung at the very tip then slid slowly down to rest at the base of her nipple.

She took one finger, making sure Raj was watching her, and carefully rubbed it into the nipple. It left a smear of cream, sparkling on her nude breast as she rubbed it farther to leave a trail of honey four or five inches long down her breast.

“Oh… That feels so nice. Do you have any more of that nice cream in there for me or you still want to save it for Shanti, she will not let you fuck her?” Mala asked the sex starved for Shanti – Rajneesh. Her fingers milking his cock harder, swelling the purple head of his prick, making the honey ooze in a long string from his hole.

“Doesn’t that look pretty. You have such nice cream in you, and it feels so good on my bare tits and nipples. Your cock is so pretty I could just kiss it. But you will have to call me Madam” Mala was teasing him to death now.

“Please Ma’am. Kiss it,” his voice plaintive and suggestive at the same time, urging her to take his cock and hold it in her mouth. His hips moved upward on the bed microscopically aiming his tool to her soft mouth.

“I believe I will kiss it, Raj. You have excellent ideas. If I do kiss it, would you like a deep kiss where I put my tongue on it?” this was getting tough for the guy.

The idea was so overwhelming to him that he could only nod his head as he offered her his cock, now dribbling freely. He pushed his cock through her hand a little harder, closer to the sweet lips where her pink tongue slipped out to wiggle barely inches from his cock.

“But Raj, if I kiss it for you, and make it a deep kiss by using my tongue on your hard cock, then what if I like it and want to put it inside my mouth and suck some of the sweet cream out of it?” she further tormented him.

“What if you didn’t like it in my mouth, then where would I be?” Mala’s hand sliding up his cock, milking the dribbling cream from his balls, tickling the soft skin on his hard leaking prick. She toyed with Raj, watching how his breath caught while she talked about sucking his prick cream.

“I’d like it, I promise I’d like it. Please suck the cum from my cock,” his eager voice almost broke as he visualized her lips sucking him. “All right then. I’ll do it this time, just because you’re a sweet boy. But if I do it, will you do something for me sometime if I ask nice. Would you kiss my pussy sometime if I ever wanted it kissed?”

The lovely woman wheedled him. Just the sound of her voice started tightening his testicles, and they drew up closer to the root of his cock. The vision of what it would look like with his cock between her lips started more honey running from his cock, and the thought of him kissing her pussy started his cock swelling just a little more.

“Yes, oh yes. I’ll do anything you ever want if you’ll put my dick in your mouth and suck it.”

“Will you tell me how much cream you have in there for me?”

“Lots!” Raj’s voice almost cracked.

“How do you know, do you jerk it off and find out how much is there?”

“Well, sometimes I do. When I get hot, I do, and there’s really a lot of juice!” he said proudly.

Mala knew the man was so close. His cream a steady stream from the hole in the end of his purple headed young prick, and she shot out her tongue and licked his purple head.

He jerked at the contact of her hot wet tongue on his super sensitive prick. His body shuddering as she realized how close he was. “Let me suck you off,” Mala said gulping down his cock, knowing he was about to shoot his boyish like load of cum. She milked the shaft of his cock twice rapidly, sucking the purple head and rolling her tongue around the heavy foreskin. He bucked upwards, his ass muscles tightened, his balls drew up to tight knots next to his shaft, and he came in her wet sucking mouth.

His salty sweet cum squirted in a thin stream from the hole in the purple head to the back of her throat, then the next spurt followed, faster and thicker, the oily cream clinging to the pink inside of her mouth as she made her pursed lips into an oval and started sucking the cream from the squirting hole. His cum, boyish and heavy, flashed from his tight testicle groin through his cocks shaft to spray into the suction created by her lips and mouth. Some cream escaped to run down her chin and drip to her full tits, but she swallowed some and stored the rest in her billowing cheeks, until his spasms stopped and only clear cream dripped a drop at a time into her eager mouth, then none.

She stuck her pink tongue out of her wet sperm filled lips, licking the last of the cream from his glans, then swallowed the stored cream of his sperm, feeling it cling to the sides of her throat as she swallowed his cum.

“Now see what you made me do! You made me suck all the cream from your sweet prick and then you came in my mouth and your not hot any more!”

Mala accused Raj to make him feel guilty, however her hand continued to milk his cock as he lay down beside her touching her breasts. She knew that he was extremely virile at 30 years, he was younger than both Mala and Shanti who were touching 34 years of age and at that as he was, it was only a matter of minutes until he would be hard again.

“I’m sorry Mala. I didn’t mean to come in your mouth, but it felt so good with you sucking me. It was like the first time I came when I just started to masturbate.”

“It’s all right sweet lover, just remember, a girl likes to have fun and feel good too,” she hugged him to her breasts, holding him so the softness of her full tits was against this face. He kissed her nipples and starting tonguing them into increasing hardness.

“Will you show me your pussy, Mala? I am thirsting for Shanti and somehow she has been making me terribly weak by her actions- she has something against me, I love her a lot and that is a mistake, I should be practical, now with you can I behave practical,can I see yours?”

“Of course you can, silly. You just have to take down my lehanga, and the torn panty on the side right there. then you can look at my pussy all you want, and you can touch it and if you really are a good lover, I’ll let you kiss it and suck it.” Mala was being nice to him, she knew the trouble Shanti was creating for the couple.

Raj’s busy fingers pulled and tugged at the tight rope running it down the curved hip, then pulled at her lehenga. Mala’s ass raised to help him. Quickly he had her dress at her ankles and then on the floor. Her hips covered with only a flimsy pair of brief white torn panties, that he rolled, slid and pulled down to her lower thighs. Mala raised both legs straight up in the air in a jack knife position, and he pulled her panties off her toes.

“There’s my pretty pussy. It’s all naked just for you. You can do anything that you want with it,” Mala, thighs closed, undulated her lower body.

Raj touched the curly soft black hair, feeling the springy curls move under his fingers, running his hand over the smooth skin of her belly and back to the red hair of her cunt. The ringlets of hair stopped in a straight line across her belly, leaving the red bush looking like a filled in vee between her warm thighs.

His fingers continued caressing the warm curly hair, touching and testing, like an explorer, looking for her hidden cunt. Mala moved the thigh of one leg slightly, opening just enough thigh to let Raj see the pinkness of the top of her pussy through the hair. His finger went immediately to the warm pussy, probing the smooth flesh, his other hand rested hot on her thigh, pulling the weight of her leg to open the crack further.

Mala obliged the tormented Raj by letting him move her thigh and open her legs wider, she didn’t help, she wanted him to work at exposing her cunt. His vision fell on the swelling of the lips disappearing between her rounded white thighs, and his forefinger followed, tracing the soft crevasse, feeling the moist heat coming from the clamped lips. He discovered that each time he moved her thigh, more pussy was exposed to his intent gaze.

He took his hand from her pussy, and placing one hand on each of her inner thighs, moved them, spreading her legs until he had them wide apart, then Raj moved to kneel in the area between her out spread thighs. His head bend forward. both hands to her cunt, spreading the lips to look deeply into the pink moist cave, marveling at the ragged look of the swelling of her cunt opening.

Mala’s finger moved lazily down between her legs to burrow into her cunt, pointing to and pressing gently on her clit.

“This is my clit. In Latin it’s called a clitoris, but usually it’s called a clit, or love bump, or sometimes it’s called the ‘man in the boat’. This is just like the head of your cock, this is where it feels best to touch or kiss, but you must be gentle. It get so sensitive sometimes that it almost hurts if it’s touched too roughly.”

His fingers played in the wet opening, touching and kneading the erect bump of her clit. Her hips were jerking and undulating as his untrained fingers played in the wet gluey opening, the finger of one hand stiffly fucking into her opening, the other finger tenderly rubbing her love bump. Her breathing quickened as his fingers sawed in and out of her cunt, her ass rising to help him finger fuck her juicy pussy.

“Kiss me on the cunt, stick your hot tongue inside me and suck on me,” Mala’s voice implored the youngster, her hands pulling him down to her wet box.

Raj didn’t really need any urging. He bent forward, diving face first into her red haired muff like he had been eating pussy all of his life. His tongue sticking stiffly out, lips open, he speared his agile tongue deep into her wet open cunt as he began to taste and suck the juicy wetness. His tongue flickered and explored the rising love bump, moving it’s fleshy mound up and down and around, his hands moving to clasp her voluptuous ass, pulling her tighter to his seeking lips.

Mala’s hands clasped behind his head pulling him deeper into her wet heated pussy, his nose firmly against her protruding clit, as she began to cum with his tongue fucking and sucking her pink hairy opening.

Her belly writhing against his face, her thighs tightly clapped against the sides of his head, her hands pulling him face first deep into her mushy gluey cunt, Mala was spending her orgasm in waves of pleasure. She could feel his powerful suction pulling her feminine oily lubricating juices from her pussy, into his mouth, and the movement of his Adam’s apple against her asshole as he eagerly swallowed each squirted offering. Cumming in one continuous orgasm, Mala knew she could keep this up for hours as long as he kept sucking. She remembered having three men once, suck her pussy one after the other, each replacing a tired tongue quickly, and looking at the clock later to decide that she had cum for more than three continuous hours.

“Would you like to fuck me, Raj. Would you like to put your cock in my hot wet pussy and fuck me?” Mala’s voice snapped his head from her slippery pussy, head nodded, his cock trembling from eagerness. The thought of putting his aching cock in that wet pool of her cunt and fucking a lady as beautiful as Mala was, made his head spin. He really wanted him to fuck her for him strangely, she looked more alluring than Shanti.

“Then come here. Hold my titties and stick your prick into this nice wet cunt, and fuck me Raj. I want to feel your boy cock in my lady pussy. I need you to fill my belly with your sweet young man’s cream.”

The young man of 30 years moved between her spread thighs, his slim hips maneuvered until his prick was touching her belly, half kneeling between her legs. Her hand touched the root of his cock, held it between two of her fingers as she guided it into the slippery channel, rubbing the purple head in her slick pussy fluid.

Coated in honey and the slippery juice from her cunt, his cock pressed into the pink and dark opening. He could feel the slitted entrance widen to his pressure, then the slit narrowing and changing from a crevice to a hole. His purple headed cock felt the joy of slipping into a hot cunt after so many days. It was nearly forty days after the last time he had fucked his wife at the party and after that for some reason or the other Lakshmi was not ready for it, most of the time she was at her parent’s place and he was alone using his hands with the help of the porn. Shanti was just now relenting to him and had virtually made him a dead meat after having led him up the promised path of sexual bliss.

With easy motion, his prick slipped deep into Mala’s belly until his pubic bone rested against hers, his curly cock hair nestled against her wet red haired pussy. He felt the overwhelming need to plunge and buck his cock rapidly in and out and started the quick action which would culminate in the release of his cum in her belly, however Mala’s hands held his ass tightly to her, stopping his movements.

“Hold still dear, don’t move, just feel. Feel the heat inside my belly, and the touch of my cunt hair against your belly. Feel the softness of my titties and taste my nipples.” she was teaching him like a young boy learning to cycle for the first time.

His head, pillowed between her breasts, turned as he sought the aureole of her left nipple, savoring the dimpled opening at the tip and the difference between the skin on her breast and the feeling of the crinkled nipple against his tongue.

“Can you feel my nipples swell against your tongue, and the seeping moisture from the walls of my pussy bathing the skin of your cock. Feel the skin of your balls against my asshole. Feel this now, I’m going to make my cunt milk the cum out of your cock!”

Her pussy writhed around his shaft, pulling him deeper into her belly tightly, then relaxing to allow his cock to settle before tightening again, sucking his cock with her cunt. His tongue feverishly flickering over her hard pink nipple, his ass feeling her hands caressing and teasing the crevice and touching his crinkly brown hole.

Mala’s legs lifted, sliding around his back as her ankles locked around him, her cunt climbing his pole, milking his cock for the cum stored in his testicles. His head felt light, it was great when her soft lips had sucked the cream out of his prick, and he’d loved the taste of her slippery pussy, but actually fucking a grown 30+ lady in the cunt with his cock was fantastic.

Raj exploded, his hips a frenzy, his movements so rapid that his lower body appeared to blur, as he drove his still boyish like prong with feverish intensity into her hot moist pussy. Her arms held his teenage body tight against her full breasts as her ass lifted to his lunging, her belly writhing as she came around his sweet prick. The sensation of fresh fluid hotly against his cock, tightened his testicles, swelled the head of his cock, and liquid fire sprayed from his cock to her cunt. Spurting and squirting, Raj’s cum spattered inside her wet over heated pussy as she realized the fantasy of fucking a sexually starved man whose first outside fuck besides his wife was her best friend Shanti who teased and tormented him more than give any real bliss, so for Mala this session seemed like she was taking his virginity once again with her hot milking pussy.

Raj’s heart pounded as his cum shot deep into Mala’s belly. His breathing a sobbing sucking try for air to reach his lungs, his testicles clenched as their full load emptied out the hole in the head of his purple glans. Spraying, spurt after spurt of thin cream shot to run into, then leak out of her black hairy cunt.

His body collapsed, held by her arms around his shoulders and her thighs and legs locked around the small of his youthful back, feeling her pussy still spasming around his cock and feeling the fluid still seeping from his hole.

They lay motionless, her pussy absorbing his cream, his breath slowed and he sighed a deep deep sigh of contentment. They lay motionless for minutes…

“What are you two doing?” Shanti’s voice boomed out in the bedroom, causing Raj to thrash like a hooked fish, his head held tightly between Mala’s clamped thighs and pulling hands, attempting to get loose from her slippery pussy.

As his head pulled from Mala’s thighs, he saw her in the bedroom standing over the bed, and he knew he was in big trouble. …

Raj first looked at the two women standing by the bed, then looked down at Mala lying with her legs spread and her matted red haired pussy drenched with saliva and pussy juice.

“What are you doing to my friend, young man?” Shanti’s voice carried stern warnings, visions of thumb screws and torture chambers, long prison sentences and slow death by burning.

Raj looked at his own naked body, his hard cock now wilting, streaming a webbed drip of cream leaking from his cock to the bed.

“Nothing Shanti. We weren’t doing anything,” his voice lacked conviction, however he was remembering his promise to Mala never to tell. His gentleman’s code of ethics was being severely strained by Shanti standing over him, quizzing him.

“What do you mean, nothing. I come back from the office and find both of you naked on the bed, Mala has her legs apart and we find you with your cock between her thighs making all kinds of fucking and sucking sounds, and you call that nothing.” Shanti was seething with rage.

“Did you hear that, Mala? He says ‘ nothing to me.’ Do you think he was about to rape you? I think we had better call the police and have them pick up this rapist.”

Shanti walked to the phone and picked it up. Raj’s expression turned from fear to panic, his eyes wide, his body starting to shiver. Mala was being silent, no help to him at all. It was time to throw himself on the mercy of the court. He looked imploringly into Mala’s eyes.

Mala spoke and she spoke for the young man.

“Shanti, leave him alone, you have troubled the family enough. I do not like this any more. You are a good woman with ethics all this while — and suddenly you have turned a different person altogether, this is not correct. We know each other for quite some time for me to tell you that the revenge story is not appropriate — do not pick up on soft targets like Raj and Lakshmi. If you have the guts and energy — go and get those who really made use of you including Balu, Manohar Udit etc. These people are nice guys, you took him up the garden path — allowed him to get seduced and it is not right to trouble them anymore. I will not agree to it. There is a limit to everything and anything in life. Enough. His poor wife still adores you as a friend. Go back to your normal ways Shanti. I am a slut but believe in doing it to please and be pleased. Not to hurt.”

Mala was agitated and after she spoke, got up and went to the Rest Room. Raj quietly left the room and went to the other part of the house — picked up a soft drink from the fridge and slowly got into the cane chair in the Verandah.

Nobody knows how Shanti took all that after that– she left the place quietly. There was no more contact between Raj and her after this.

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