Hi friend myself Saur from Varanasi I am 22 years old handsome guy.Aur aaj mai yahan ek story like aaya hoon jo ki mere saath last month October me hui mere bua ki ladki jo ki dekhne me gori hai uska name hai sneha height 5ft 3inc ki hogi aur figure to uska mast hai 32-25-30 mai jab bhi bua k ghar jata tha to use dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata tha magar kuch kar nahi pata tha.Post Views :3877
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I live in the city with my parents. Both my parents are from village. So I would regularly visit village of both my parents 3 times a year. Mom’s village is a very remote place thus I love that place for its solitary as our house was situated in mid of vast fields at end of the village. Let me tell you about mom’s family. My mom was youngest of the 3 daughters of her family. Her mother (Granny) was a very strong hardworking lady. She was the only educated lady of her age in the village. She had a best friend in the village whom we all called Kaki she was a vaidya’s daughter and lived with her parents after her husband who was 40 years older to her died after some years of marriage. She would always come to our house and is a lot fun being around.
I was the only boy of mom’s entire family so I was loved and pampered a lot by everyone. Grandpa had died some years ago. My eldest mausi’s husband who was a ghar jamai took the responsibility of the fields and house. Each mausi had 1 or 2 daughters. So basically my mom’s house I would always be surrounded by ladies which really started to feel cool when I became adolescent.
So I hadn’t gone to village for a long time as I was in teenage and was preparing for exams. After giving all my exams I had a gap of 3 months before joining a college so I decided to go to my mom’s house as there were some disputes at my father’s village. I was really glad in my granny’s house environment. Elder mausa had gone to city for business purpose, my other mausi had come with her daughters who were elder to me so I was the only man amongst all the women folks which relieved me of all my exam tensions I had.Post Views :11233
Ishita was sleeping over tonight, and I planned to call in sick to my job tomorrow. But for now, I needed sleep. I’d cum at least four times today (including once by my own hand) and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up at 9:30 and stumbled out of bed. I was only wearing my boxer shorts as I hunted around to make sure Ishita and Shruti were still here. I went downstairs and looked around, but all was quiet. I headed back upstairs and quietly opened Shruti’s door. Both girls were still there, sleeping. They were both wearing t-shirts and their underwear.
Shruti was 5’11’, 54 Kg, with black hair and brown eyes. When she wasn’t tanning herself she was working out, accounting for her washboard stomach and toned arms and legs. Her breasts were the typically full, firm mounds you’d expect of an athletic 18-year old, and from the couple of times her bras ended up in my laundry basket, I knew she was a 35C. Ishita was even more beautiful than my sister — a little shorter at 5-foot, 8 inches, with black and brown hair, full, pouty lips, and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Both girls had shaved their beautiful pussies completely bare.Post Views :4467
I hadn’t seen my sister Shruti for about 1 year and was quite shocked to see how much she had changed; not only in her appearance but also in the way she talked and acted. She stopped living with me and Ishu about 1 year ago,Ishita got a job in London and Shruti dropped out of everything and travelled around. When she returned home she got mixed up with some very unsavoury characters and eventually took off again with this guy, a real low life who was into everything…drugs, prostitution, you name it, he was into it.
I realised she still was beautiful only now the look of innocence was gone and was replaced by one of streetwise hardness. , she was wearing a very short skirt and the thin, tight vest showed she was bra less as her nipples could easily be seen.
Shruti took the drink I offered her and sat on the couch, we made small talk for a while, I asked her what she had been up to. She told me the guy she had been living with had been arrested for supplying drugs and was serving a prison sentence, apparently when they were together he paid for everything, she never had to work, then when hw was not around money dried up and eventually she got evicted from her apartment because she had not paid the rent. She got a job in a club as a waitress… “The money was crap, then I met up with a girl “Namrita” who worked as an escort”Post Views :3764
My name is Nafisa and I am an 18 year old Pakistani Muslim girl with a slim petite figure with small but growing breasts, if you looked at me you would probably say I am the typical Pakistani shy type however the truth is I never had the typical life most young girls had while growing up. My mother died when I was only five years old from a prescription drug complication, I only have very vague memories of her. That left only my father to raise me from a young age. I can only imagine how hard that must have been for him for starters he is just your average blue collar guy working at a local factory. As I grew older he had know clue about any of the typical womanly stuff so I had to learn many things from my friends. We have a steady maid age about 50 year at one point around the time I was going through puberty and she helped me and was supportive.
For a very brief time she was almost like the mother I never had however she did not stay long. So you can see that I never had the fairy tale life that so many of my friends seem to have had. There wasn’t much of a home life, when my father came home from work he usually just planted himself in front of the TV and watched cricket , football, hockey and any other sport that was of interest. Quite often his best friend Jamal uncle would stay over the night and they would drink alcohol , watch sports, and pass out on the couch and then go back to work together the next day.
That often left me having to make dinner and cleaning up around the house myself. We lived in small one story house, it was nothing special but at least I had my own room, even if the rest of the place was a dump my room was at least the way I liked it. I think my father started to give up on life to a certain extent he used to help clean stuff up and cook meals but now he didn’t care as much any more. Only cared about watching sports on TV and drinking with his best friend Jamal uncle. Quite often I would get home from school and have to start cleaning up the mess my father and Jamal uncle made the night before. Many times I would end up forgetting to change out of my school uniform and would end up cleaning their mess well into the evening because I was disgusted by it, I think I caught Jamal uncle staring at me a few times.Post Views :9721
Bob Biswas was a happy man, all in all. He had a good business selling used books and CDs and life insurance in a little office on the edge of Kolkata’s business district. He also had a secret profession – but that’s another story. He had several High College students who worked for him part time and in reality he didn’t have to work much at all if he didn’t want to. His house was paid for. He had the car of his dreams.
But all this was due to the insurance settlement that resulted from the death of his wife. That was the down side. He missed her terribly. Theirs had been a perfect match, both in the sense that they shared lots of interests, and because the sex had been fantastic for both of them. They’d spent untold hours learning how to satisfy each other and had been trying to get her pregnant when she’d been killed by a drunk driver.
He’d adjusted, for the most part. He couldn’t abide the thought of dating after that, and had remained both single and pretty much celibate since then. The one time he’d let go had been with his wife’s sister, Sumitra. It had happened about a year after Sushila had died and even though they both knew it was a “pity fuck” it had been extremely enjoyable for both of them.Post Views :1858
My daughter Sunidhi is eighteen-years-old and perfect.
“Well, you would say that, she’s your daughter; ‘Papa’s little girl’,” I hear you say.
But seriously, she is perfect! Friends and acquaintances of mine will often use the exaggerated expression ‘my daughter from hell’ when recounting yet another misdemeanour committed by their teen daughter. Well, all I can say is that in that context, I must have ‘a daughter from heaven’.
Sunidhi has always been such a lovely girl, both inside and out; charming, cheeky yet not precocious, helpful, caring, loving and she has a smile for everybody. If I have one complaint, it would be that she talks endlessly. She has done ever since the day she uttered her first words. My favourite expression when she spouts endless verbiage is, “You’ve got verbal diarrhoea again Sunidhi”; she’ll pause, smile at me, giggle and then carry on, unabated. Yep, she’s ‘my little girl’ and always will be.Post Views :4026
I had mixed feelings when I was told that my mother in law is coming to stay for a few days with us as my wife had given birth to my child and is taking rest as she had to get operated to take the baby out. I was interested in seeing my mother in law in our house. Now I’m 33 and a sucker for big tits, and I recalled mother in law was very busty. We were very free to each other that we talk all subjects. She arrived late and went right to bed but I caught a glimpse of mother in law and she looked even more busty than before.
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This is not exaggeration, this is based on my story of 1993. I feel ashamed, cause she my cousin sister. I shouldn’t have done this to her. I am from South Tamil Nadu. It was in my semester vacation of my first year, and she was studying Ninth Std. It all started from this point, in the night before my sister’s marriage, she looked as if an angel. She is a medium complexion, but…but really beautiful mean it. She was wearing silk blow and the bottom (pattu pavadai). I was instructed to look after the kids who were playing on the Marriage’s hall terrace. I saw my cousin sister playing with these kids. The kids were all below 8 years. She came to me and we started chatting about our school, teachers, friends & teachers (I believe, that’s the topic I can debate with my cousin sister).
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Hi my name is Rahul and my sisters name is Tina. I am 5’9″ and have a 6″ dick. I am not fat and not thin. My age is 22 and my sisters age is 29. She is 5’6″ and has a beautiful thin figure with little baby fat on stomach and a nice pair of boobs and ass. Her ass has some fat and very bubbly. She got married 2 years back and I had more craving for her because now she wears saree and her stomach is exposed. I did not talk to her before this a lot. Just the usual “kaisey ho” in functions.
Her family is not rich so the boy she married is also from service class and not that rich. My family does business and so I had God’s grace and could spend a good amount of money every month for buying stuff and watching movies every week. I am not very rich but it is ok. Now I will tell the story of how I fulfilled my sexual desires with her. From last 2 months she was having fights with her husband and I came to know from over hearing mother’s conversation that she is not satisfied
with her husband’s income. She is beautiful and that she has to compromise is bugging her probably. I decided to visit them casually. I asked my another cousin sister to accompany me. She is little and I told everybody that she wants to visit her jiju and I will take her since I am not doing anything special. I called my jiju and informed them to cook food for us and he was very happy that we are coming. He probably thought that it will help his relationship.Post Views :5585
Most of my friends thought Shruti was hot, though to me she was just my bratty sister. She was 5’11’ , Long sexy legs,about 54 Kg, with black hair and brown eyes. When she wasn’t tanning herself she was working out, accounting for her washboard stomach and toned arms and legs. Her breasts were the typically full, firm mounds you’d expect of an athletic 18-year old, and from the couple of times her bras ended up in my laundry basket, I knew she was a 35C.
When I got home, I went outside to say “Hi” to Shruti, but she wasn’t there. I headed upstairs to change my clothes. The way our house was set up, my bedroom was at the end of the hall, with my parent’s room to one side of me, my sister’s to the other. As I passed my parents room, I could hear noises coming from inside. I knew they weren’t home, so I opened the door carefully. I couldn’t believe what I saw — my sister was on all fours, naked, being fucked from behind by my friend Aakash, as her best friend Ishita was on her back being fucked by another friend, Bharat. Ishita was even more beautiful than my sister — a little shorter at 5-foot, 8 inches, with black and brown hair, full, pouty lips, and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was playing with her nipples as Bharat fucked her hard.
I went to the living room and got my parent’s video camera. Quickly putting a new tape inside I snuck back upstairs. I eased the door open a little more, and zoomed in on the action. I had a perfect view of Aakash’s cock driving in and out of my sister’s cunt. I guided the camera over to her face, getting her right in the center of the frame, moaning with each deep thrust of Aakash’s cock. I scanned over to Ishita, focusing on her upper body as Bharat pounded her pussy. Her full breasts shook back and forth as Bharat fucked her. I watched silently as the two guys fucked them faster and faster.Post Views :6573
I’m 32 and have been married to Rakesh for 11 years now. As far as I know, Rakesh has always been a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he has ever cheated on me. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I’ve been fucked by many other men since I’ve been married and Rakesh never knew anything. That is until he caught me last month. My husband has never been a great lover, but I could never resist the advances of strange men. I have to tell you that I’ve never had a shortage of admirers. My measurements are 39-26-36 and I’m a 5’4″ whitish complexion with big black eyes. My hair is long and full and drapes to the middle of my back, but I usually wear it in pigtails. Rakesh thinks I look like a teenager that way.
The first extra-marital sexual encounter I had was with Rakesh’s dad, Manish. We hadn’t been married long and were living with Rakesh’s parents until we could find a place of our own. I was 21 and Rakesh was 25. Rakesh’s father had always been sexually attracted to me. I remember in our wedding reception, Manish felt-up my tits as he kissed me, his new daughter-in-law, welcome ! No one noticed his behavior and I didn’t mention it to my new husband.
We had been at Rakesh’s parents house for about a year and every night we would fuck like crazy from about midnight to 2 in the morning. Rakesh’s mother and father slept in the room next to ours, and I’m sure that they could hear us going at it. One day I was home, doing some laundry, when Manish came home for lunch. Rakesh’s mother, works as a teacher at the local school and I usually have the house to myself until about 5 o’clock.Post Views :7713
I had been surfing for a while on the Internet looking for a gift for my sister Shruti. I was running out of time to set the whole thing up since her birthday was closing in. I knew exactly what I was looking for but it wasn’t something easy to find. In addition to that, I wasn’t able to concentrate given the fact that my sister’s friend, Ishita, was below the desk giving me one of her delightful blowjobs. She knew how to drive a man crazy using her mouth and she always liked to take her time, patiently and skillfully. She could take a whole dick in her mouth and keep it there for long moments as she massages to base of the shaft with her tongue. I could feel her warmth all along my cock and just as I though I found what I was looking for on the net, I couldn’t hold any longer and blasted my sperm down her throat.
Ishita’s obsession for me and my sister became evident in the previous weeks, so we three moved in together in a new house. She squealed mutedly as my dick filled her mouth and my balls contracted over and over. I must have squirted five or six big loads of fluid before I was finally done. She pulled back slowly and after a long intake of air, she looked up at me with a playful expression and asked,
“Did you find it yet?”Post Views :3221
New Delhi, March, 1986. She was completely naked, with her back to me. I could see her cunt clearly. Worse still: she had his penis, his lund, in her mouth, and she was sucking it. Her head was bobbing up and down and his feet were twitching, and his hands were grabbing her ass and her tits. He was using language that I had never heard him use before.
“Tu kya mast lund choosti hai. Haan, aise hi choos mera lund. Pehle mera lund choos, phir main tujhe chodunga. You suck cock so well. Yeah baby, keep sucking it. I want to cum in your mouth before I cum in your cunt”.
*** I was 18 years old, the only son of an average middle class Indian family. My parents were both teachers. My father taught in a college, and my mother did tuitions and was a substitute English teacher for a school in the area.
My father, at that time, was almost 40 years old, 5’7” and in good shape. He was an honest and religious man, devoted to his family and his job. The ideal Indian father, the kind you see in the movies. Now I know that he was also probably frustrated with his inability to do much more than put food on the table and a roof over our heads.Post Views :3979
I reside in Mumbai with my parents and we are very open and broad minded family many times. I have seen my mom in just bra and panty. Also in night when I get to go to loo I have heard my parents having sex and making lots of noise and talking very dirty and filthy which in turn gives me erection.
Sometime and I masturbate on their door and create mess over there. Dad has his own business and his age is 44 and my mom, Sonia, at 43 looks very sexy and sex goddess. I am just 21 when this incident took place. My parents were a love marriage and my mom was pregnant before marrying to my father.
My mom has a killing figure and all in our family are very fit and healthy and looks very handsome. Few factors contributing to this are diet, gym exercise and also hereditary. I am very sex addict person from childhood and have very strong urge to have sex with mom but was unable to express my feelings to her as it is not so easy even if we are very open minded.Post Views :4233