Shanti -Voluptuous Desirable Ch. 01

Shanti was looking forward to the naughty evening that she and her handsome paramour, Kamesh, had planned. Shanti loved to fuck, and her paramour loved to watch her get fucked, which was very convenient.

They never had any trouble finding guys to fuck her, because Shanti had the face of an angel, the body of a porno queen and an insatiable sexual appetite.

She was truly spectacular... long, dark hair, flashing eyes, and a full, dark brown sensual mouth that looked just made for wrapping round a man's cock. Her breasts were firm and large, but somehow seemed as perfectly proportioned as the rest of her gorgeous body.

She had long, waxed legs, a narrow waist, and an ass most men would gladly die for. Actually several had... but that's another story.

This particular evening Kamesh had set it up for Shanti to get fucked by two of his friends and, naturally, Shanti was horny as could be at the very prospect. But she didn't want to fuck Kamesh or give herself a hand-job to relieve the pressure because with two lovers to accommodate in a few hours, she figured it would be better for all concerned to let her cunt simmer with anticipation.

Kamesh felt the same way. He had a gigantic hard-on stuffing the front of his trousers, but he didn't want to empty his balls until after he had watched Shanti get fucked.

Shanti was trying to watch television, but with her pussy smoldering and juicing merrily away, she couldn't get comfortable.

Kamesh was squirming around as well, the front of his pants stretched taut with an almost painful erection. Shanti kept throwing glances at Kamesh's bulging crotch. The sight of her paramour's obvious arousal made her pussy even hotter.

She knew that it was going to be difficult to resist temptation, so she decided to take a walk to cool off.

Kamesh agreed it was a good idea, because he was having a hard time restraining himself from whipping his prick out and jumping his sexy young slut on the spot!

So, Shanti went for a stroll, with fascinating results...

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Shanti was walking along the footpath through fairly heavy bushes and foliage, the gentle afternoon breeze doing very little to cool down the fires of passion that raged within her.

As she passed a shady glen, shielded by the surrounding undergrowth, Shanti thought she heard a noise.

She stopped and listened. The faint sound of voices filtered through the undergrowth.

Suddenly, her horniness was overwhelmed by curiosity.

Looking around to see if anyone was watching her, Shanti ducked into the bushes and peeked into the clearing. Sitting on a bench in the middle of the clearing were a couple of collegiate, a woman and a man.

Shanti recognized them both.

The woman was Sneha Jayaram, a pretty little nineteen-year-old who lived a couple of doors down from Shanti. The boy was her boyfriend, Bobby Basu.

Sneha was the classic `dark-eyed Slut', a real little stunner. Shanti had seen her paramour staring hungrily at the woman's long, waxed legs and surprisingly well-developed young tits several times now.

Shanti had previously many a times jabbed at Kamesh viciously in the ribs and reminded him that the woman was only nineteen, to which he'd replied, "Old enough to bleed... old enough to breed!"

Kamesh could be totally uncouth sometimes thought Shanti as she turned her attention to Sneha's young male companion of around 21 years.

Bobby was a good-looking, dark-haired, athletic boy who lived a couple of streets away.

He didn't have car yet, so he walked over to visit Sneha every day. To see them sitting together somewhere was such a common sight around the neighborhood, that Shanti was about to move off and continue her walk.

Then, just as she was about to turn away, Bobby put his arm around Sneha, and slid his hand down inside the woman's blouse. Shanti halted in her tracks and grinned. They obviously thought they were secluded enough to do some heavy petting.

Shanti knew that she should just move on quietly and leave them to it. But her horniness had not subsided and suddenly she had a kinky urge to spy on them.

Although Shanti was the `performer' and her paramour was the `voyeur' in their marital misbehavior, Shanti liked to peek a bit, herself.

The dark-haired beauty crept closer and stepped into the concealing shade of a large tree, excited by the idea of watching the two youngsters involved in their secretive sex-play.

It soon got more exciting.

Bobby opened Sneha's blouse.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and when her blouse fell open, she shrugged it back onto her slim shoulders and arched her supple back, thrusting her bare tits out. Her nipples were swollen and flushed, jutting out stiffly.

The sight actually made Shanti's mouth water.

Although she was certainly not a fully-fledged lesbian, Shanti found that she loved variety and enjoyed fooling around with other women from time to time, especially if there was an audience of men watching.

Sexy little Sneha was turning her on a lot!

Bobby began to feel Sneha up with hands, massaging her firm conical-shaped tits and pulling at the perky nipples.

Sneha squirmed and wriggled, starting to pant.

As Bobby kissed her on the lips, Shanti watched their tongues flashing sensuously back and forth. Then he dropped his head down and began to suck on her erect nipples, switching back and forth as he sucked each swollen pink bud in turn.

Shanti's lips and tongue were working automatically, as she emulated the young man's tit-sucking. She envied Sneha that attentive mouth just as she envied Bobby that succulent mouthful.

"Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm!" Sneha moaned.

Bobby made moist, muffled sounds on her bare young tits as he drew the stiff nipples into his mouth, nibbling them with his lips.

The Slut woman arched and stroked the back of his head as her boyfriend sucked her tits. Bobby slid his hand up Sneha's thigh and under her short lehenga.

Shanti wished he would remove that lehenga. She wanted to see Sneha's pussy. But the collegiate were still in a semi-public place and evidently didn't dare to get fully disrobed. Shanti knew that it must be very frustrating for them. It was for her, as well.

Shanti was close enough now that she could hear every sound they made, close enough even to catch the odor of Sneha's horny young pussy as it heated up.

Her nostrils flared. The cool afternoon breeze was wafting the fragrance of pussy-perfume to her as Sneha got hotter.

Shanti breathed in the pungent fumes steaming from the woman's pussy, tantalizing herself. Her tongue seemed to sizzle in her saliva as she inhaled that succulent, randy aroma and imagined what it would be like to go down on a woman as young as Sneha.

The thought of tonguing her tight little collegiate cunt was making Shanti tremble.

Bobby was obviously finger-fucking Sneha up under her lehenga(Indian Lehenga) now, and Shanti couldn't see the action. But she was willing to bet that the nubile young nymphet had a juicy pussy, just the sort that Shanti loved to lick.

"Ohhhh, Bobby! Keep it up! I'm gonna cum!" Sneha moaned.

Bobby's hand moved rhythmically between her parted thighs and he continued to suck on her tits as he brought her to the crest of her orgasm.

Sneha seemed to vibrate like a tuning fork as she climaxed. Her nipples swelled between Bobby's lips and her cunt melted on his caressing hand.

It took her a long time to finish coming.

The sexy little nineteen-year-old had soared rapidly the peak and she held there, panting and moaning, as the waves of orgasm rushed across her belly and raced like high-voltage current up her trembling thighs, the waves coming faster and higher and merging into a tidal crest of passion.

The bouquet of her creaming cunt clung in the glen, cloying and mouth-watering. What a shame to waste a cunt-cum on a hand-job, Shanti thought. Sneha jerked, lifting her knees.

Her lehenga (lehenga) slid high up her legs, and Shanti could see ribbons of creamy cunt-juice unwinding down the sleek flesh of her inner thighs.

The bench was getting slippery under the woman's ass as her pussy spilled and overflowed. Her hips were moving in a fucking motion as she ground her pussy on Bobby's hand. Her belly pumped and her pretty face twisted from side to side, eyes narrowed to slits, mouth slack and panting.

The hem of her lehenga was up to her hips now, and Shanti sank down to her knees on the ground, so that she could see up Sneha's lehenga.

Sneha had obviously come to the park prepared to get finger-fucked, Shanti realized-because the naughty little minx wasn't wearing any panties!

Shanti could see just a hint of Sneha's pussy, just a shadowy glimpse in the darkness under her lehenga.

It was enough to make the woman's tongue tingle and her mouth fill up with saliva. Shanti was drooling almost as lavishly as Sneha was juicing off!

Sneha gave a soft, prolonged whimper as she surged to the highest peak of her orgasm, then she began to ebb as Bobby finger-fucked her down through the slow descent, working the final spasms from her creamy cunt. Drained, Sneha slumped back, a dreamy, blissful smile on her lovely face.

"Ummmmm... God, that was fantastic, Bobby!" she purred.

Bobby raised his head from her tits and drew his hand out from under her lehenga. His fingers were dripping, and his palm held a pool of pussy-cum. It looked as if his hand had melted in the heat of her crotch.

Shanti was dizzy with desire. She hoped there would be more to see.

And there was...

Bobby leaned back and they cuddled cheek to cheek for a moment.

"Do me, baby," he rasped.

Sneha reached down and cupped the swollen bulge of his hard-on through his tight jeans. Her fingers traced the fat outline of his cock and balls through the denim. His stiff young erection was jerking and twitching with arousal, threatening to burst right through the tightly-stretched crotch of his jeans.

Where his cock-head was outlined prominently, a damp, sticky patch was spreading out, as his pre-cum seeped through the fabric. She cupped the bulge of his balls and fingered the flaring wedge of his cock-knob and traced her fingertips up the outline of his cock-shaft.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeahhhh! Take it out, babe" he urged.

The young Slut needed no coaxing. She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his jeans, then drew the zipper of his fly down slowly, inch by teasing inch.

Shanti moaned. Bobby wasn't wearing any underwear either!

When the front of his jeans flipped open, his cock shot out like a rocket.

Shanti gave a little gasp when she saw how well-hung the young collegiate was in his tool and size.

Her eyes were glued to his crotch and she gazed at the boy's huge, stiff cock with a hungry longing.

Although she had enjoyed looking at Sneha's naked young cunt... what little she'd seen of it... Shanti's sexual preference was still predominantly for prick. And handsome young Bobby sure had a big one!

Although quite athletic-looking, Bobby was of slim build, but his erect prick looked incredibly huge, almost incongruously large for his slender young frame. It was quite long and very thick.

Shanti found herself comparing it to Kamesh's cock, but even her well-endowed paramour would have had trouble competing with Bobby.

Shanti was breathing deeply as the gamy scent of hot male genitals drifted to her nostrils.

Sneha had drawn her hands away and she was leaning over her boyfriend's crotch, gazing at his hard-on, her blue eyes crossing as she concentrated on the bulging cock-knob.

Shanti wondered if she was going to suck him off. She sure hoped so! How she longed to see the young woman's sensual mouth working on Bobby's man-sized prick.

But the collegiate were making out in a public park. And evidently Sneha didn't dare to get too involved, although from the hungry way she was staring at her boyfriend's prick, it seemed certain that she would have relished a mouthful of his hot cock-meat.

"Ohhhhh, come on! Jack me off, honey!" Bobby croaked.

Shanti sighed, realizing that she wasn't going to get to see a blow-job. Still, she could look on the bright side... a hand-job had its own attractions.

If Sneha jerked him off, Shanti would get to see the boy's ejaculation, something she wouldn't have seen if he squirted his load down Sneha's throat.

Still kneeling, Shanti fought against the urge to play with her own steamy pussy as she watched, fascinated, eager for the creamy conclusion.

"Jack me off on your tits, baby," Bobby groaned. "My fucking balls are so damn full, they ache!"

Sneha cupped the boy's balls in the palm of her left hand, jiggling the solid nut-sacs, lifting them slightly, as if judging the weight of his cum-load.

She folded her right hand around his cock-shaft, at the top, and skinned down, baring his cock-head, making the fat, bloated tip flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

Gooey pre-cum gushed from the slit and ran down his prick. The stuff looked thin and watery, compared to cum, but much more slippery.

A pool of this cock-lube welled up on the web between Sneha's thumb and forefinger.

She skimmed up, holding his cock lightly, her palm and encircling fingers barely brushing the thick shaft of his throbbing erection.

She pulled up and down, her hand gliding on a film of his warm, slippery lubrication. Bobby groaned and leaned back on the bench, hiking his ass up.

The muscles of his young thighs were taut as steel bands and his heels were drumming on the ground as he humped his hips up, fucking his cock through Sneha's clenched fist as she jerked him off with a slow, practiced rhythm.

"Unnngghhhhhh, God yeahhhh! Milk my meat, Sneha!" he grunted.

The willing woman tightened her grip. As she pulled up, his foreskin sheathed his cock-knob in a fleshy carpet. And as she pumped back down toward his balls, the shiny, purple head flared out, moist and glistening.

Shanti's mouth was watering at the sight and the scent of the boy's stiff cock-meat as much as she had over the thought of tongue-fucking the young woman.

She was sure glad that her kinky paramour had fixed her up with two guys tonight!

One man would never satisfy her after all this visual stimulation. It was too bad that Kamesh hadn't arranged a gang-bang with a dozen or more guys.

Watching these two horny collegiate go at it had her insatiable little twat absolutely sizzling.

Sneha leaned over her boyfriend's lap, her pert young tits bobbing saucily, providing a target for his cum-cannon. She began to jack his prick faster, and Bobby heaved up and down as he fucked his prick through her fist.

"Cum, Bobby! Shoot on my tits!" she panted.

"I'm nearly there, honey... any minute," he moaned huskily, his whole body shaking with the rising spasms.

His prick hissed through her hand, the ventral vein pounding violently. As his prick-knob loomed up, it swelled out in a huge wedge. His cock was going up and down like a heavy-duty shock absorb as his ass bounced rhythmically on the park bench.

"Ooooooh, you're so hard! Cum for me, Bobby!" Sneha panted.

Yeah, she saw cum on her tits, Shanti silently urged. And she started to like Sneha, Shanti's gaze was glued to the head of Bobby's cock. She was as eager to see the boy shoot his cum as she was to see it splatter all over Sneha's gorgeous little tits. Bobby's prick jerked mightily in the young woman's flashing fist.

"Here it comes!" he howled, throwing his head and shoulders back as he heaved his hips up.

"Ummm... ummmm!" Sneha whimpered hammering her tiny fist up and down as fast as she could.

With a gurgling cry, Bobby's climax exploded and the cum rushed up the core of his cock and shot from his piss-hole in a great geyser.

Silvery sperm splattered on Sneha's tits in abundance, soaking the slopes, seeping into the cleft, oozing onto the nipples.

A jism-jet skimmed up her breastbone and splashed in the fluttering hollow of her delicate throat. Another shot of cum flew over her shoulder in a milky blob as the virile young boy kept on squirting. His balls seemed bottomless, his cock a veritable fountain of sperm, his sexual vitality endless.

Bobby had pumped out a flood of jism already, yet he was still spurting, hosing her neck and tits as she turned his cock in her hand, playing the stream over her face.

Cum skimmed along her cheek, and a glob clung to her tawny tresses like molasses. Sneha was so coated with cum that she looked like a glazed doughnut, frosted like a gingerbread cookie, and still he kept on spraying her with cum.

"Don't stop!.More! More!" she wailed crazily.

Another gusher hit her tits and cascaded down through her cleavage, like a pearly river running through a smooth ravine.

One last spurt of jism splattered on her chin, and Bobby began to flag at last, sprawling back along the bench, looking happy by satisfied in the afterglow of his lengthy orgasm.

Sneha continued to jerk her fist up and down on his prick, milking out the last gooey trickles and the cum was no longer squirting, but it still oozed out, clinging to the head of his cock like frosting on a cupcake.

Thick and creamy, the cum slid on down his cock-shaft, lubricating her pumping fingers.

Sneha squeezed and drew her fist up his prick as if getting the dregs out of a toothpaste tube.

Bobby groaned. With his balls drained now, it felt as if she were dragging his asshole inside out as she tugged up his still-taut prick.

Shanti was dizzy with desire and she gazed at the incredibly erotic sight before her.

Bobby's prick was all coated with creamy cum. She had never seen so much jizz squirt out of a cock in her life... that was saying a lot.

What a lucky woman Sneha was to have such a virile young boyfriend like Bobby, she figured.

But a silly woman too Shanti would have never squandered such a precious load of cum on a mere hand-job! She was hot with desire to take Bobby's prick in her own mouth and to suck up his spilled spunk from Sneha's tits.

She didn't actually expect that to happen. But there was jism all over the place now, and cunt-cream, too, and Shanti was thinking that even a second-hand taste would be a treat...

Bobby's cock was softening a bit now, drooping and bending, but it was still an impressive size. Sneha held it against her chest, rubbing the cum laden tip onto her tits and nudging it into her cleavage.

Then she worked the cum into her tits with her hands, massaging the boy's sticky sperm into her breasts and nipples like a body lotion.

Their heavy petting session over, the collegiate got their clothing arranged and, hand in hand, strolled from the clearing. Shanti ducked back behind the tree and the starry-eyed young lovers passed without noticing her, never guessing that they had been observed.

Shanti waited until they were out of sight down the footpath, then she moved over to the bench.

The wooden slats were slippery with jism and pussy-juice. The stuff was still warm.

Shanti looked around to make sure that no one happened to be watching her, as she had watched the two collegiate... although, in truth, she was the sort of exhibitionist who loved to be looked at when she was being naughty and wouldn't at all have minded being spied on.

She knelt on the ground and opened her blouse and began to rub her tits on the cum-slick bench. She held the creamy globes in her hands lifting and deepening the smooth cleavage while, twisting lithely from the hips, she swung her big tits back and forth in the spilled fuck-juices.

Then she sat back on her heels and, holding her tits up, tilted her dark head down. She licked her tits and nipples, then sucked on the swollen pink brown nubs, tasting boy-cum and cunt-juice on her own tits. Her pussy was smoldering.