Incest/Taboo Shanti's Sexual Odyssey

Suhas did not lose much time in reaching out to Geeta – the mother of all sluts and in reality, the mother of our stars Shanti Chitra and grandmother to Madhavi.

He reached Coimbatore a few days later for a Corporate meeting with a local company whose board he chaired and quickly pinged her and she was reluctant to speak to him, he had not bothered to meet him for nearly 5 months now – she was wondering if he had lost interest in her and she was aware of his exploits all over the world – including those he was involved in with her daughters.

Geeta Swaminathan was very beautiful even at 49, Aishwarya the eldest daughter was her step daughter and she had her first Shanti when she was 21.

Geeta had a quality that Suhas found intensely erotic. Her face her manner her softly musical, sibilant speech made men wanted to fling her to the nearest bed and fuck her passionately. Her hair was thick and glossy with auburn highlights. Her nose was fine and straight, her mouth full, wide and sensual and her teeth even and strong.

She had a firm-chinned oval face and her eyes were devastating, elongated, almond-shaped, rimmed with *kajal*. She was of medium height, fair-skinned, slender stunningly curved. She had a long neck, around which she wore the traditional symbol of her marital status, a black-and-gold beaded *mangalsutra*. Her husband was a drunk and, till Suhas put a stop to it, had forced her to whore for him, to keep him in liquor. Now she rarely saw him.

There were plenty of other men in her life. Her long, graceful neck led to full breasts, superbly shaped, like ripe mangoes, succulent and shapely with long nipples in dainty bright aureoles. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared to softly delectable buttocks that closed around a particularly dainty, puckered anus in which she especially enjoyed entertaining a thick, hard penis even at this age, her genes were there plenty in both her daughters.

Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.

Apart from the *mangalsutra *she wore a small silver nose-stud in one nostril, gold earrings, finger-rings, bangles, anklets, toe-rings. She had a wonderful posture: the spine dipping in a delectable hollow down its length. Her body was curved like an hourglass, sweeping from her shoulders to a narrow waist, than opening out again to her hips and buttocks. Her beauty was complemented by her enthusiasm and aptitude for sex. Ordinarily, no man could pass her by without a second glance. She was every man's fantasy, she looked twenty years younger of her age and in fact Shanti and Chitra rarely looked like her daughters, she looked so young with all facials and makeups she made sure – her sexuality was preserved and she was desirable.

In her, fortune brought fantasy to truth: in bed, she was irresistible. There was magic in her tongue, in her teeth, in her incredible fingers, between her legs. Once aroused - which was often and easily - she could hold her lover for hours together. Even in Suhas's world of incessant debauchery, with its Olympian sexual standards, her prowess was acknowledged.

Suhas and she had been lovers since she was eighteen and he twenty. He never tired of her nor was she of him. He regularly commanded her to his bed and each time, he was filled with a sense of delight at her eagerness and ability, the way she surrendered herself to him without reserve. For her part, she loved him from the first, as all his lovers did, for his gentleness his patience, his kindness and above all, for his awesome sexual prowess.

Geeta had taken lovers before, during and after her marriage, and borne four children, none of whom looked alike, although they all bore her unmistakable stamp. She herself could not have said with any certainty who was their father or who fathered them.

But, astonishingly, four children had done nothing to put surplus weight on her or to deplete her fine figure. She smiled gently at Suhas as he stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, clad only in a thick white terry-cloth robe. His jet black hair was slicked back. His cologne was quiet, but entirely sensual. The robe was belted loosely about his waist and she knew he was naked beneath. The thought of his warm, superbly sculpted body excited her, and, involuntarily her lips parted. His eyes smiled at her in return, bathing her in their limpid, fluid warmth, beckoning, irresistible. She wore a light printed *sari* with a *bindi* dotting the middle of her forehead. Therewere small gold earrings in either lobe, and except her finger-ring, anklets, bangles and *mangalsutra*, she wore no other jewelry. She had deliberately worn the mangalsutra* although she had been sorely tempted to discard it, especially once she had found an adequate and unending source of male companionship in Suhas's household with a variety of men.

But she had resisted the temptation knowing well how it excited some of her lovers to feel that they were fucking another's wife.

Now they were very close, their bodies almost touching. Silently he took her by her slim waist and drew her to him. Her back never failed to give him pleasure with its superb posture and erotically hollowed spine, the smooth skin, like satin, the hollows above the collarbone. His fingers were warm and strong on the naked flesh of her bare midriff and she felt her innermost being throb with pleasure at this merest of touches. Her breath shortened, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, fighting for control. Even after all this time, this man could make her feel like a wanton, desperate slut, craving flesh in flesh.

She slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders. Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso as at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open. His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes. Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts. He slid the *pallu* of her *sari* off her shoulder, unravelling it expertly. It rustled to her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, drop, she was naked beneath that her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. One by one, he flicked open the buttons of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally naked in his arms, his for the asking, for the taking, to be had and possessed and enjoyed at will.

"How was my daughter Shanti, this time, you are the one who took her cherry 6 years ago" she murmured softly, her eyes closed, arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe. Her nipples stiffened against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness.

Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot.

"She is the most exciting slut today in the circuit and now she charges me for every fuck – I pay her a fortune and understand both of them are currently dating a stud by the name Ratan who is also a fortune holder and is keeping them wealthy – he pumps a lot of money to both of them" quipped Suhas.

She took his face in his hand and kissed him hungrily, already burning with lust. He had that effect on his women. Possessed of a rapier-like mind of considerable renown in several distinct fields of endeavour, he was also devastatingly handsome and impossibly muscled. Clean-shaven and square-jawed, with a wide, clear brow and a fine, aquiline nose he was often mistaken for a film star. He had wide-set, deep, gentle eyes of a dark brown that could change from ice to fire in minutes. His merest look could do to women what lesser men - and his women had yet to meet one not lesser - would have spent a fortune and hours, if not months and years, to achieve. His mouth was wide and sensual without being fleshy, the teeth very strong and white and even. He had high cheekbones and slightly hollowed cheeks and a cleft in his chin. His face was that of an outdoor man, used to long hours in merciless sun, doing manual labour - rugged and tough, with every feature honed, filled with strong sinew and deep reserves of strength and power and speed.

His body matched his features in every respect. His shoulders were immense, broad and deep and bulging with muscle. His back was a superb, deeply sweeping, swooping ripple of musculature from shoulder and arm to spine and beyond again. His neck was thick and bullish with strength. The chest was immensely deep and heavy, the pectorals like two huge slabs of rock, the cleft between them deep and ridged with veins and muscles, the taut, dark nipples pulled wide and low on either side. From his triceps, a continuous ridge of muscle flew down the immensity of his chest in a mighty W to its counterpart opposite. His belly was flat, and like a washboard, the flesh marked with the rectangles of muscle. The waist was narrow and small, the hips high and arrogant, the buttocks taut and firm. His arms and legs were long and thick and rounded and bulging with muscle, the feet and hands big and powerful. His forearms were thick and ridged with veins, the calves and thighs stronger than oak. There was no hair on his torso anywhere; even the armpits were depilated. He took good care of his body, and used it well - in combat, in play, in work.

Above all, there was his penis. It was a thing of beauty, a joy to behold a greater joy still for a woman to stroke and caress and lick and suck and then be fucked by. Limp, it was bigger and thicker and longer than most erections: it dangled a good ten inches in length, over an inch and a half around, before a brace of big, low, loaded balls that stored, she knew, an almost unending cornucopia of delicious jizz. When erect, it would swell to an awe-inspiring eleven-and-a half inches or more in length, over two and a half around.

It sprang from a mat of cropped black curly pubic hair. He regularly had one of his lovers shave the shaft all the way down to the base. There were good reasons for this. For one thing, there were some women with whom he performed on stage or on film who could take his cock whole, when erect. Then, the sight of his smooth, hairless penis glistening and throbbing, plunging in and out of cunts, mouths, anuses added to the eroticism. But, more important, he found it gave him greater satisfaction and allowed him to gauge his lover's responses a fraction more accurately. It was this attention to detail, to minute that set him apart from the rest and made him their leader. She loved it this way. She loved him, every bit of him every inch of his cock. True, Kishore's was a tad bigger - but, as he himself readily admitted, Suhas was by far his superior in matters lecherous.

Now Suhas smiled in pleasure as Geeta bent her head and began to suck on his nipples gently, her sharp, warm, moist tongue and fierce teeth nibbling and suckling and toying with his nipples, arousing them painfully. Meanwhile, her elegant fingers coiled about the shaft of his cock and began to caress it expertly and it swelled and thickened in her fist. She moved to the other nipple, sucking hard, letting go sucking hard again. He moaned and murmured and caressed her face and the nape of her long neck, her dangling breasts, finding them swollen and turgid.

Geeta slid lower, her lips at his belly, then lower still. Suhas gasped when Geeta knelt before him, and, her breathing short, her fist curling lovingly around his cock, her lips parting, her long tongue snaked out over his cock-head and flickered across his glans. Geeta felt a thrill of pleasure at his response. She began to jerk his cock slowly, licking and kissing his cock, sucking on his balls, not yet giving him the satisfaction of her warm mouth. He held her head in hands and tugged her mouth to his rampant penis.

"*Chul* ... *chul* Geeta Eṉ cēval cak cak,!" he gasped in Hindi and Tamil. "Suck it hard!"

At last, she relented, her face distending, cheeks hollowing as she parted her lips wide to engulf him deep in her mouth. He groaned, holding her head, looking down to watch her, fascinated by the sight of his enormously swollen penis, now dark and glistening, flecked with his pre-cum gunk emerging and disappearing into her mouth. She licked his cock-head slowly, sucked tenderly.

The warmth, the moisture, the incessant sucking setting his loins aflame, her cheeks were distended with the size of his monstrous cock in her mouth. The bangles tinkled on her slim wrists. Her head jerked back and forth, the strands of the *mangalsutra* tossing on her chest. Her *sari* was undone, her blouse open, her breasts, small and firm bare, the long nipples hard as rock. He groaned as she began to suck him off harder still, her head rocking back and forth, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth, slurping audibly on his cock. He grunted, fucking her face slowly, with exquisite pleasure, moving her head with his hands to suit his pleasure, moving it back and forth, back and forth.

Her fingers were now sticky and shining with his jizz. His balls ached for release. He felt his jizz surge powerfully in his loins. Her mouth was pure magic, warm and moist, sucking with an insistent pressure. Her delicate tongue toyed and played with his cock-head and shaft so adroitly that he was tempted to cave in and let her drink his juice. He succumbed to the temptation. He fucked her mouth rapidly, pumping his hips at her face, jerking her head back and forth with one hand. She sucked him effortlessly and hard, knowing what he intended and desiring it, too. He came suddenly, spurting hot jizz into her mouth. She groaned in her throat and swallowed his gunk, opening her lips wide and closing her eyes, shaking his cock to spatter her face and breasts. She licked her lips lasciviously and caught the dribbling gunk on her cheeks and licked her fingers sensuously.

He grinned. His cock was still rock-hard and she knew he could fuck her several times before he was sated. She sucked his cock again and he fucked her face gently for a long time, till he was finally ready for her cunt. He dropped to his knees beside her.

They kissed again, and he – the 52 year old tasted the muskiness of his own jizz on her lips- the 49 year old and tongue as she responded hungrily, her arms curling lovingly about his massive shoulders. He stripped her completely and caressed her slender body tenderly. She quivered at his touch, her large breasts growing hot and tight as he fondled them, her thick, long nipples quivering exquisitely. Kneeling before each other, they kissed and caressed one another. She moaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes fluttering as thick rivers of passion rippled through her body. He drew his finger along her slit and she trembled, dying for something - anything - to fill it. Her cunt-lips were sodden, the juices flowing and oozing warm and musky.

He moved back with his legs folded beneath him, on his knees, and made her turn around, her back to him. She understood at once the position he desired to take and she turned about on her knees, her thighs spreading wide. She backed herself onto his lap, one hand on the floor before her, the other between their legs, holding his rigid, throbbing cock delicately by the cock-head, guiding it to her hole. She paused, trembling, with his burning cock-head at the portals of her wet cunt. Tensing, her head arching, she squeezed his cock-head into her slit. It was huge, distending her cunt-lips painfully wide open, hot and throbbing, pulsating and vibrating inside her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned in a low, lust-laden tone.

"Mm c'mon ... *Intavoru intavoru* ... Geeta *chul* ..." he murmured softly, her cunt like a furnace, hot and wet, clamping, sucking, spasm almost uncontrollably on his penis. She released his cock, and leaned forward on both hands now. They paused for a long moment, savouring the exquisite delicacy of the sensations in their loins. Her head was arched, her back and lovely spine arched deeply inward, her buttocks flexed and taut as her cunt spasm and clamped and sucked hard on his cock. He caressed her gently, his hands sliding up and down her flanks and back and torso, making her shudder in delight. He reached around her and caught her rigid, throbbing nipples, twirling them in his fingers. His lips pressed hot at the nape of her neck, and her face turned now to one side, her lips questing for his. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, fencing it with her own. Their lips parted reluctantly, plucking at each other's, and again his hands ventured over her slender body, exploring all of it, now at her cunt-lips, fingering her clitoris, now between her buttocks, lobbing them open and teasing her puckered anus. She moaned thickly, overcome with lust. Her hips began to writhe, undulating and rolling in heavy, slow circles, churning her cunt-flesh with his massive pestle. He gasped and leaned back on his buttocks, his hands pries her buttocks apart, his eyes riveted by the sight of her expanding cunt-lips gyrating and slowly descending on the monstrous enormity of his penis.

Her breath came in short, rasping gasps as her cunt sank and sank and sank, slowly descending the length of his cock, his penis dark and hard and thick and long disappearing inch by glorious inch into her hot cunt. He pressed his thumbs between her buttocks as she groaned as she felt the insistent pressure at her puckered anus. Again she paused, and now only a good third of his cock still protruded from her impaled cunt. Her shoulders hunched, her head sagged and she gasped, her body heaving and shaking with tension, her belly and loins on fire, her breasts hurting. His cock was so big, so incredibly huge that she thought it would rip in her two from head to cunt, it must surely pierce her and erupt from her throat - and there was still more, and she wanted it all, every little bit; both knew that she could take it; that she would.

Gasping, she began to move before him, rocking back and forth, back and forth on her hands and knees. Her buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, her spine dipped and arched, her *mangalsutra* tossed and swung. His cock emerged and disappeared between the lobes of her slim buttocks, her cunt rising up its length, then slithering down again. His hands on her hips, he guided her motions, keeping her rhythm steady. With each downward thrust, her cunt slid down deeper and deeper on his cock. He himself did not move, letting her do the work, knowing well what utter satisfaction she derived from it.

Her buttocks flexed and un-flexed rapidly in a squeezing motion, her cunt contracting powerfully on his penis. He grunted. Her belly drew in with the strain and now she was moving rapidly, jerking faster and faster up and down, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, faster and faster and faster. "OH ... OHh ... uhh OHhhh ... Uhhhh ... OHhh ... uhh OHma uhhh Ohma uhh OHhhhmauhh ahhhh uhh ahhhh uhhhh ohhhh ... *saheb* ohhh uhhh Ohhh ... OH ... Oh-OH- OHHH uhh OHHHHHHH!" she went.

She was gasping and panting, her head now arching, now sagging, age was truly not on her side though intent and amorous blood was intact, she was now arching again, her voice ragged already. He fondled her expertly, his own belly sucked in, his hips utterly still, his head bent, watching her buttocks come down deeper and deeper onto his cock. He pursed his lips, his nostrils flared, heat and jizz surging in his loins, his cock hard and hot and throbbing, the thick veins standing out angrily along its length rasping against her inflamed clitoris.

She reached down again with one hand, her long finger coiling round the bulge of his shaft and the lower rim of his cock-head as her cunt glided up and down on his penis. She held it with elegance even then, at first with her fingers and thumb curled beneath the cock-head, then with the forefinger along the underside of the shaft, the other three fingers on the other side. She fondled his cock, jerking and squeezing it with increasing fervor, moving it round and round inside her hot cunt. At last, she thrust down hard with a long, low cry and her cunt sank down deep, swallowing his penis smoothly to the very hilt. Instantly, he held her pinned, and the breath hissed from her fiercely clenched teeth. Again he fondled her breasts and kissed her. Teetering on the brink of an orgasm, Geeta reared up, her head flung back, her hands on her bent knees, her shoulders stooped, hollows deepening above her collarbone, her body bucking and jerking rapidly up and down, her gasps and moans rising and undulating.

Finally, he released her and she immediately resumed her rocking and jerking motion, riding him hard and rapidly, her cunt rising and falling, sliding up and down the gargantuan length of his penis, which glistened as it emerged and disappeared between her buttocks.

"Mmmm ... Intavoru intavoru*!" he muttered thickly behind her.

She had an orgasm hard, pinwheels exploding in her head and he gasped as he felt the hard spasm of her fiery cunt on his penis as she came in one tidal wave after the other. She tensed, arching her head, her body rigid with tension, her buttocks flexed taut, squeezing painfully on his penis as the orgasm thundered through her, leaving her panting and moaning and shuddering at the end. Suhas held her gently as the spasms shook her body. She was gasping and moaning thickly, shaking still with the rigors and tremors. His cock was still rock-hard and swollen, throbbing gently and patiently inside her - something that continued to astonish her, no matter how often she slept with him. She knew that he could fuck her repeatedly as he did nearly 30 years ago – ironic it may sound he took her cherry – he was a bastard then and so now – even at 54, look at his insatiable appetite, he just fucked her daughter two days ago and here he was drilling and reaming the mother.

She gasped as he slid out of her slowly, his cock virtually extruded from its position embedded deep in her cunt. For a moment, as she remained there on all fours, letting him decide, he was tempted by the wink of her anus. She especially enjoyed that and he knew that he could not disappoint her; he would have to fuck her ass before he was through. He decided against it for the moment, and gently, he turned her over onto her back on the floor. Mistaking his desire, her legs parted at once, welcoming him into her flesh again. He smiled at her and slid over her, kissing her gently at first, then more deeply. She responded with a deep fondness and growing urgency, her tongue fencing against her, sucking on his lips, her hands busy between his legs. He broke from her and began to slide his lips down her body. He paused at her swollen breasts, and she gasped as his tongue swirled sexily over each nipple in turn, flicking and rolling it this way and that. He scraped the nipples against his teeth, rolled them in his fingers, pinched and then kneaded the turgid, taut mounds. They felt hot and tight. He parted his lips and her back bowed upward, hard, as he sucked sharply on one breast, her breath hissing from her throat in a shuddering gasp. He nibbled the breast, sucked on the nipple, plied it with his tongue, let go, resumed, let go, and then moved on to the other and repeated it.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" She gasped thickly as he took her *mangalsutra* in his lips and rolled the beads roughly over her hypersensitive, aching nipples. She thought her breasts would burst, so hard and taut were they, so full of lust.

Geeta felt her juices begin to ooze again, her body's lust heat flaming, tongues of passion licking at her genitals and breast-tips. Her entire body felt like one gigantic erogenous zone. His hands were everywhere, between her legs, at her anus on her breasts, at her lips, everywhere. Suhas moved lower, his face nuzzling her smooth, flat belly and the soft fuzz between her thighs. Her cunt smelled musky and erotic and the cunt hair was damp, clinging to her skin.

Geeta tensed as he burrowed deeper, her thighs splitting wide and high, her mons arching eagerly. She loved being tongue-fucked. Now he was bent deeply between her thighs, his face thrust forward at her cunt. He clawed her cunt-lips open and she gasped sharply as his hot breath and thick, rough tongue pierced her cunt. Her hips jerked and heaved spasm under his face and her fingers dug into his hair, pinning him to her writhing loins. Her hips ground round and round under his face and he tongue fucked her cunt now, slowly and steadily, sucking and nibbling on her inflamed clitoris and lapping at her oozing juices.

"OHHh ... *saheb-saheb-saheb* ... OHhhh ... uhhhh ... OHHh ... uhhh ... OHhhh ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh ... AHHHHH!!" she went.

Her head was arched to one side, her mouth open, her neck craned back and she was moaning and gasping, moving his head between her legs, fondling her breasts, hissing and gasping thickly. Fires roiled in her cunt and breasts, and she felt herself soaring again. He sensed it, heard her cries rise in urgency and, master that he was, stopped just in time. She moaned softly in frustration. He bent over her and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juice off his lips and tongue. It was incredibly erotic.

Now he rose to his feet again, making her kneel before him again and suck his cock for a second time. Her hunger was apparent now as she took him in deeply, sucking and licking his cock, jerking it, sucking his balls, moaning deeply. Her hand went between her legs and she started to masturbate while he fucked her mouth, holding her head in his hands and rocking it slowly between his gently pumping hips, his cock huge and dark and shining. His balls surged afresh and he tugged at her again and drew her to her feet. He turned her around again and pressed her forward and she understood at once. This was a position both enjoyed. Standing at the foot of the low, hard bed, Geeta bent forward and put her palms flat on the counterpane, spreading her legs apart and offering herself to Suhas for his pleasure. Her large, swollen, taut breasts swung pendulous and the long *mangalsutra* around her neck dangled low, rising high on the back of her long neck, hitting her chin. Her cunt was moist and ready, waiting for him. She raised one hand and thrust it between her legs, clawing her cunt-lips open to receive his gigantic cock.

Suhas grinned in pleasure at the sight of her smooth, naked back curving away from him, the superb sweep of it, with its gentle dip in the spine, exciting him. He shuffled behind her, between her legs, his rigid, throbbing, pulsating, fiery cock in his fingers and rummaged between her buttocks. For a second, he considered taking her ass, for she enjoyed that immensely. He would do so later; for now he wanted nothing more than to immerse himself in her cunt. Suhas smiled. Her cunt hair was neatly trimmed, welcoming. He shuffled between her thighs, his cock in his hand and slowly squeezed it between the twin orbs of her creamy, outward lobbing buttocks. She gasped audibly as he slid his cock-head further down to her cunt- lips. Her mind and body exulted in joy.

Slowly, Suhas squeezed his cock-head, just the cock- head into her crack. Geeta moaned thickly, her head rising as she felt the hard, throbbing heat of his cock. Her cunt sucked on it eagerly, wanting more. He held her by the hips and, flexing his buttocks taut, slid his hips gently forward, skewering her cunt deeply impaling her on his penis. His cock slid into her easily and smoothly and he gasped, flinging his handsome head back as her cunt spasm feverishly. Deeper and deeper it went, hot and hard and thick, huge, burning, searing inside her. Again, she felt it would rip her asunder, tear her in two and come out of her throat, so big was it, so huge, so hot so wonderful. It went deeper and deeper, touching the rim of her belly, till at last it was fully encased in her sopping wet, hot sheath, his thighs firm against her buttocks. Geeta gasped, her eyes squeezing shut, biting her lower lip as she felt the searing, electric heat of his cock-head pass between her sopping cunt-lips, rasping against her clitoris. Suhas gasped at her heat, the taut, hungry clamp of her cunt. He eased in deeper still. Geeta's lips tore open in a low, shuddering moan. Suhas went in further, inching his way deep into her belly. His hands slid up under her and cupped her naked breasts, fondling them gently. Her shoulders were hollowed. There was still a bit of it that he wanted to stick into her. He gripped her shoulders and rammed her down hard against his hips, burying himself fully into now, his balls between her thighs. Geeta cried out sharply, biting her lower lip in tension.

"Oh ma unhhhhh AHHHHHHH oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHHHH OH-OH-OH-OH-unhh-OHHHH!" she cried.

Geeta moaned and rocked on her feet and hands, her butt writhing and swaying at his hips. Suhas put his hands on her buttocks, prodding them apart, watching her cunt writhe and wriggle, her hips swaying slowly, rocking back and forth, up and down the length of his monstrous cock. Her heat grew and she began to move faster still, moaning and gasping and crying out, her chains and bangles tinkling and her breasts jiggling. He gripped them in his hands, gritted his teeth, and began to fuck her at last with a loud gasp, his head flung back, his hips thrusting forward uncontrollably, wanting to dip his flaming cock in her juicy, wet cunt. He began to move faster, sliding out, thrusting in, sliding out, thrusting in, out, in, slowly at first, then faster and faster, driving the breath from her in a series of loud, shuddering cries and moans and grunts, *OHHh*'s and *UHHHHH*'s shooting out of her throat as his cock rammed into her belly from all angles, finding spots no man had before, her body rippling with a lust she had never known, till suddenly, the stars exploded in her head and she gasped, her pulse hammering in her head as she orgasm wildly, her body shaking and trembling, tensing and arching, still rocking back and forth as he continued to plough into her hot furrow.

"OHHHhhhh uhhh OHh ma uhhh ahhhh uhhhh ahhhhh!" she cried, delirious with joy.

He paused for a long moment, regaining control, and she knew then that it was to be a long bout. She took several deep breaths, her hips gently gyrating and swinging in slow, heavy circles, her cunt mashing itself on his pestle.

He straightened and held her hips again.

"*Eṉ cēval ceks vantu pirañcu vantu! Come on slut come on fuck my cock."
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