Desi 5.6″ stud having hot sex with Twinkle

Hi friends, I will call myself Aks, I have reading numerous stories on this sight and had always thought to share my experiences as well. Hope you guys like it and if request can share more as well. Firstly about myself well a reasonable good looking 5’ 7” a likeable personality from Mumbai.

Had always shared a great understanding and association with the ladies in general. Presently I am 36 years of age and happily married. Presently posted out of town. This story goes long back to when I was still doing my higher education. Just to give u a brief outline my dad’s close friend was looking for a bride for his son in that context the whole family was in Mumbai

and we had lot of visitors or we would accompany them as the case maybe. Finally they did finalise on a bride to be let me call her Twinkle. A very smart and good looking girl well educated and with a pleasing persona. Probably when asked for my opinion self had also approved for her as had found her quiet likable ( no pun intended ).

As things went by they got married and after fun and fair all busy back to their own lives. I had found her attractive and of very caring nature. During their early days we had a lot of contact and outings and must say were fond of each other and could share thoughts, they finally settled in another city. We gelled as friends she was about 4 years elder to me.

After almost a year I had some interviews and had to go to Bangalore. Though we had no much relatives their my father had a few friends, but as I had not met them for quiet sometime was feeling quiet ackward and wanted to be on my own. At that moment it so happened that my dad’s same close friend called up and said his son had been in Bangalore

for past few months on his new assignments and insisted that I stay with them. I was convinced, by my parents and finally agreed. I was all set and arrived at their place as originally planned my trip was for 3-4 days. We all had dinner chatted about our good memories and went to sleep after I had made my preparations for the coming day.

All went off well the first day and by early evening I was home. Now let me describe Twinkle she had put just a little more weight at the right places. She was charming as ever and always carried herself in a dignified manner. She is about 5’4” with striking looks not exactly drop dead but she gradually grows on to you with a pleasant smile.

We were having tea and chatting waiting for her hubby to be back. Our talks were general as we had met after a long time and trying to catch up. They were quiet well settled with all a newly married couple could ask for. However she did complaint of his long working hours and frequent trips etc.

I was quiet excited to explore Bangalore as it was my first trip to the city, and was looking forward to visiting pubs etc. To my surprise she said she had never visited one and they always preferred quieter restaurants. I did not want to be interfering and as we got along well earlier as well she felt nice to talk to me and share her feelings.

There were other issues which she discussed regarding his behavior etc which only made me wonder how narrow minded he had been and to some extend unknowingly ruining his married life for professional achievement, a thought crossed my mind that I should speak to her husband but apparently though I knew him for much longer I was more comfortable with her.

So I concentrated on my task the interviews and wanted to avoid their personal life. Soon he came back from work and as expected we went to a nice restaurant for drinks and dinner. The following day was quiet busy and by the evening I was exhausted. By the time I was back it was late evening and she was not in such a good mood,

I asked her where Alok was and she said his work comes first remember, he has left for an urgent meeting to Delhi and will come after 2 days. I tried consoling her over our tea that its sometimes required and maybe he cannot help it and she should understand. With that I went to freshen up and while doing so thought that lets cheer her up.

One I was ready I asked her if she had any plans, she said she had planned for another outing but now it wouldn’t be possible. I said have you ever been to a pub, she said Yes during had been to discotheque during her college days with friends so I said lets plan to visit one this evening if she doesn’t mind, she was quiet excited at the idea and readily agreed.

So we both got dressed and were set to visit one of the happening places in town. When she came out of her room she was looking ravishing, probably the first time I had seen her in western outfit. I complimented her and she said all her old clothes were rotting and she was wearing them after a long time as he always wanted her to wear usual Indian clothes.

Anyway we proceeded and had a nice time during the full evening and enjoyed ourselves. On our way back she thanked me as she had probably enjoyed so much after a long time and laughed so freely just remembering her good old college days. Once we were back we relaxed and she made some coffee and started to chat as usual.

This was the first time after I had arrived that she started asking me personal questions. To which I had nothing to hide and gave adequate replies. Then came the topic of sex, now at that stage as well I had couple of affairs was experienced, through out my stay probably first time I noticed that I was being attracted to her in that sense.

I was always fond of her liked her company and looked up to her as an ideal wife. Therefore such a thought had never crossed my mind, how can you think like this for a recently married couple, I always thought these guys would be having all the fun in their life. Alok though a bit conservative and old fashioned was a good husband beyond doubt

and always took good care of her. I again told her that she was lucky as Alok was doing well she had a lovely house and a good lfestyle, to this she said you don’t know now that you are here its fine and I am enjoying your company sometimes it gets so boring and due to regular shifting places she doesn’t have many friends as well to share her thoughts.

I said you could share with me if it helps. To this she started crying and said even I could have achieved same I am educated etc but I left everything for him. He never even considers that, I was puzzled though I had offered to listen was not sure if I could handle her. I just moved a bit closer to console,

soon she was crying over my shoulder lot of friends have done that so it was OK with me, I felt pity for her as what we see from exterior is not always the truth and deep down even with all the luxuries life can become meaningless. As all these thoughts crossed my mind she suddenly lifted her head and said “ Look at me, how do you find me ?”

I said what do you mean, She said “ do you find me attractive” to which I was again zapped and just slowly muttered YES. Would you like to Kiss me, without a word with my hands trembling I moved forward and our lips met softly. I just pulled back only to see her face lifted up and eyes closed as if waiting for me to complete the kiss.

Before I could think further I kissed her again very gently, this time trying to feel her lips. There was one side which was pulling me back and the other side in me just wanted her as if I had longed for her for ages, I obviously had always found her attractive and though never had planned for such a thing it was happening and I wanted to cherish the moment…………

Suddenly I began applying more pressure we did not loose contact for quiet a while as we began to work our way tasting each other, must say she was a good kisser and she then took the lead by probing her tongue to which I followed, it was as if eternity we continued kissing and slowly her hands moved and guided mine to her left breast.

Then there was no stopping my hands started moving on her body, the first time we unlocked only when she moved to give out a mourn. That the first time she had whispered in and she said Aks just don’t stop I want you. This gave me all the courage and energy to move ahead. I started giving gentle kisses on her ear lobes and neck while my left hands

kept massaging boobs and the right moved towards her back. I pulled her much closer now, we were sprawled on the sofa and her hands held me closer to her. In a sudden haste she removed my T shirt and taking deep breath was all over my chest. She threw me back on the sofa and stood up. Now I could see her in full glory breathing heavily and wanted to have her.

She waited for a moment gave a wicked smile and was back. This time round she kissed me very passionately, there was this urgency we were both making noises as we were fully aroused. She then held my head and sat on me continuing to kiss me all over my neck, chest and face.

She then moved her attention to my nipples and lapped them up first very slowly and then very hard at times biting them. It was a great feeling no one had paid so much attention to them earlier, I was getting aroused and wanted to hold her and feel her tits but she pushed my hands behind and continued.

My jeans was hurting by now and I needed a release, but she took her time and I was in estasy. She continued her good job lapping me with her saliva and them moving her hands all over. Finally she was at my jeans and began to open and unzip it, I was in heaven but I still wanted so see her divine body.

On my request she agreed to unbotton her top. Her boobs looked gorgeous in her black bra urging to come out, I could not resist and started fondling them. But she still want let me unhook. She said “its my night and please let me fulfill my fantasy”.

Soon my jeans was down to my thigh, she was working her way near my abdomen and thigh and always missing the main thing purposely. I was so aroused I could wait any longer and pulled by brief out to show her my strained erection. It was all fully erect 7” in its glory.

She slowly moved closer and this time round between my legs starting licking on my balls, however still not touching my dick, I held it and started masturbating as I needed a release she pushed my handed aside asked me to wait again. It was like sweet torture. Then suddenly she kissed the tip, I thought I almost came. Then she licked the purple head with her tongue.

Before I could start enjoying in one jerk she took the whole thing in, I was like breathless. She continued licking it as if possessed and I lay back as if passed out and enjoyed the sensation. It continued for some more time and finally I could not control and told her I was coming she continued stroking with her hand and I finally exploded all over her boobs.

It was as if I kept coming, finally I was all exhausted and laid she then moved forward and cleaned the head with her tongue of whatever was remaining. She then continued to kiss me all over after cleaning up herself with tissue. Now it was my turn and I was dying to see her boobs, I just snapped her bra apart,

and what a lovely sight her lovely firm 34 D cups were invitingly looking at me. I though she was a goddess how could her clothes conceal such a wonderful pair of tits. I pulled her towards me and started licking them, there was occasional taste of my cum but I didn’t care I kept shifting from one to the other and played with my tongue.

They were hard and erect. She had big areoles and nipples about an inch when erect they were dark pink in colour. I continued to lap them and moved below gradually towards her love nest, she was still standing in front and half her weight on my arms. I pulled her closer and in one go shifted her onto the sofa.

Now she lay there and I took time to see her wonderful body her skin was glowing, then I helped her out of her skirt to see the most perfect pair of legs, she was waiting patiently for my next move I approached and went back to where I left her mounds, after I while I started shifting down again and moved to her thighs with gentle kisses and occasional stroke of tongue,

she raised her hips and was now morning louder than before. Her hands reached out and held my semi erect member and started stroking it. I turned her around and then planted all over her back and moved towards her ass. Her hands were still holding on and continued to stroke. Then I worked my hands on her pretty ass.

She had a firm ass and pressed them first gently and then hard. I partly removed her panty which was soaked by now. Still working on her back. My member was erect again, and she could not take it any more and pleaded to enter her. I cupped her tits from behind and squeezed them hard, trying to take all in my hand however they were more than handful.

I now told her to turn around and that I wished to lick her cunt, she said she had never been licked and its fine if I don’t want to. I was surprised by her statement and told her that she was missing out on something (here must add that all my girlfriends have confessed that though I am good in bed but they love the way I lick )

I asked her to just relax and spread her legs as it was her first time I wanted to make it memorable. I took all my time. I gently started kissing her inner thigh and moved closer to the edge of her panty then went up to her navel and then back again to the upper edge, I gradually shifted the linen closer and closer as I continued the process then lashed my tongue in from all the sides making long stroke.

Meantime she was withering in ecstasy and her panties were practically dripping. I slowly kissed her cunt from top of her panty and blew out hot air from my mouth. She couldnot take it any longer and pulled my head in between her legs with all her might. I lay there still for a moment and then shfted the panty to one side to expose her cunt, it was not shaven but neatly maintained.

I started lapping the outer parts, she was now buckling in anticipation. I had to use force to keep her down. Finally I lapped the whole cunt from down to up with my tongue. Her hands were back on my head, I gently opened her lips and licked the inner side. I kept taking my time not to reach her G spot and lapped the whole area with saliva, she was literally oozing out,

I liked her taste and in one go went for her G Spot started licking it at a furious pace. She kept on buckling, screaming, and was continuously coming like for eternity I kept up my pace and held her close to me ensuring that my tongue was at the right spot. After I was a bit tired I stretched he lips and took her spot in my mouth and kept nibbling.

She was exhausted and pushed me away saying “ Aks bas” The whole sofa, floor and her inner thigh were covered with her come and not to forget my face. I got up and looked at her, between heavy breathing she smiled. She got up and kissed me passionately, then hugged me and said “Thanks I have never experienced that before and I have never come before so many times“

and we kissed again. The statement and the kiss was having the desired effect on me. I said now I just want to fuck you so……….. bad. She said fine and we moved to the bedroom. Once in the bed she lay there smiling in anticipation, I could not resist any longer. I got in between her legs and guided my tool to the throbbing entrance, which was waiting for the attack.

I first gradually slipped the head in, it was moist and warm the feeling was very good. I pushed in further and gradually the whole length was inside, I stayed in this position for sometime and then started the ride of my life, I increased my pace, but she asked me to slow down. I continued with long stroke at a decent pace, then I wanted her to shift,

she was shy again said she has always been making love in the missionary position, this remark got me hot I said we will try other positions you will love it. With that I lay down and asked her to gradually mount me, at first she found it difficult but soon got the hang and rhythm. She was now controlling the pace and I could attend to her lovely melons.

It then started to rub her clit as she continued to ride me. Soon she was approaching her orgasm and started to strangle me harder and moved faster. As she tightened her grip around me I could control no longer and without notice shot my come inside her and she collapsed on top of me.

I was scared as we were not using condom, but she said its ok she was on pills. We both then collapsed in each others arms and slept. This one is getting long, kindly give your feedback and I shall continue from here if you like. (Humandigest, 2009)

Mala aunty – slow riding black beauty part 3

I wanted to see her treasures in a close up. I gently pulled her panties down her legs. Since I wanted the thighs to be spread fully I had to remove the panties through the heel of her legs….. and I spread her thighs a bit more. Mala tried to once again cross her legs and when I pulled them apart strongly she covered patch with her hands.

I roughly pried her hands away and observed.

Her pubic hair was thick and luxuriant and smelt strongly of soap and a kind of a wet humid heat. I parted her hair and watched her slit. It was black but when I parted the thin folds of her vagina I could make out the wet pink. I looked up and noticed that Mala had shut her eyes firmly and was still covering her face with her hands.

I moved on top and kissed her on the lips. She moved her face away till I held it firmly and kissed hard putting my tongue inside. But my other hand was free and searching for purchase in her bushy patch.

With some difficulty I managed to make a nice head to slit position. This time when she tried to cross her legs I was ready with my knee which simply pushed it firmly.

Then I wondered whether I should do this slowly or finish it fast. Slow would mean lots of energy. I was already a bit tired in getting to this position.

Mala was a strong woman and it had taken all my energy to ensure her legs were spread and her blouse open. Just pulling her hands away from her bosom was a difficult job. No sooner than I had settled to suck her nipples she tried to move away.

I could sense the wet feeling at the tip of my cock. I decided a quick entry and exit strategy would do the trick. I remained like that and started whispering to her about how she was my love. She liked that a bit and relaxed. I raised her hands and put them above her head.

I continued to kiss her and she relaxed a bit more and as I fondled her breasts and sucked her nipples she even half opened her eyes to the situation. A lot less shy. I had not removed all her dress.

Her blouse was opened up fully but not removed from her hand sleeves completely. While her sari had been spread across the bed and she lay on it in her inner skirt it was not fully undressed.

Even her inner skirt was not removed. I had merely bunched it around her waist exposing her thigh. Of course her panty was lying on the floor.

I then told her, “Mala didi, I will not do anything….let us not do it fully”

She relaxed, “Can I get up?’ she wanted to get up and cover herself. I held her on the bed,
“Wait, just a few more minutes” She lay there expectantly more cautious and curious than excited.

In real life a virgin girl is never sloppy wet to take gigantic cocks and scream in excitement. The first few times is always filled with doubts and virgins are filled with a trepidation of what to expect.

I continued kissing and fondling her breasts and once in a while rubbed her cunt with the head of my cock. Soon I found a nestling place at the entrance of her cunt and tried to gently press the head. She sense something and tried to push me. But I had conserved my energy.

Her hands were up above her head and could not come down. Her legs were spread and prevented from closing by the placement of my knee and my entire top body was lying on her. She could not get up. I hushed her. She kept quiet and I continued kissing. Suddenly at the count of five I thrust into her. She tried to get up but I held her hard. With a sensual pop I was inside her.

She was tight and then tried to struggle. I held her hard and the more she struggled the more purchase I had to enter her.

Then she stopped struggling and I realized I was inside her. I stopped and felt the moment. It felt nice and tight. I went back to kissing and fondling her breast and nipples.

She gritted her teeth and noticed tears at the end of her eyes. I felt a further tightness inside her and again pushed hard.

Suddenly, her cunt could take me fully and I realized I had just gone through her maidenhead. She gasped and said, “Saheb take it out…it is paining”

I kissed her and licked her tears and gently started moving on top of her. She gripped my arm and I winced. She was a strong one after all. I quickly rode her fast and I was too excited to hold and just ejaculated deep inside her. I rolled off her tired and saw from the corner of my eyes she was tired too.

She lay like that for a few minutes before gathering her blouse and sari. She sat down on the floor at the side of the bed and put her head down. She was sobbing.

I sat up and watched her, “Mala didi….didi….”

She did not respond and kept sobbing.

I watched….it was after all the first time….i would make up for this….my black beauty was mine forever….i lit a cigarette and watched….in love…in lust…

Mala was still a coal mine and i had just dug a sweet ditch…while the whole field lay there unexplored… (CCN, 2009)

Mala aunty – slow riding black beauty part 2

I kept staring at her, “You are the only didi I have “

She sighed, “ You call me didi but you do all this…”

“What “ I asked

“This…” she waved her hand as if a wave of her hand would explain what I did.

I stood silently while she left.

The next one week went on well. I was busy playing cricket with the local boys and did not go to the road leading to Mala’s vegetable cart.

Then one fine Sunday morning when I opened the door for the morning newspaper, Mala stood there with a basket in her hand. I asked her to come inside.

“I bought some fish for you” she said shyly.

“I don’t know how to cook fish” I said.

She brushed a strand of hair around her ears and said, “ I can make nice fish fry”

I thanked her and pointed to the kitchen, “Go ahead”. I went and sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. After a while she stood before me with a cup of tea. I accepted it. I noticed she was wearing a freshly washed sari and had also combed her hair neatly. I accepted the tea and read the newspaper all the while hearing the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

After reading the daily paper with great difficulty(it is difficult to read NEWS with a raging hard cock waiting to burst out) I stepped out to my grandmom’s garden and picked a big rose flower. I walked into the kitchen with the flower. Mala turned around saw me and went back to staring at the burning gas stove. I walked up behind her and inserted the big red rose in her hair. She touched the rose with a brush of her hand and bent her head down shyly.

I hugged her. This time she did not move away. She just stood even when I pressed my hard crotch against her buttocks. I snaked my hand around her and it lay on the flat of her stomach. I then kissed the nape of her neck. She stood still not moving. I smelled the henna in her hair. She had had a bath and the smell of cheap Lifebuoy soap on her was intoxicating.

I gently pushed her forward to the kitchen platform and gave her a long lick on the top of her back. She coyly lifted her head “what are you doing” she said lamely. I turned her around and kissed her on the lips. She gave me a peck in return but my mouth stayed on her lips as I inserted my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted different, an after taste of tea and fresh mint toothpaste.

All the time her eyes were looking down. I lifted her chin and made her stare at me.

“I am supposed to be your didi and you are doing all this” she said pushing me away. “Allow me to cook or the masala will be overdone” I left the kitchen and had a bath which cooled me down a bit. Which helped. Wearing just a boxer shorts and nothing at all I came out to the hall. Mala was arranging the dishes on the table. I am built well and on the leaner side. She took a fleeting glance at my chest and looked away embarrassed before going back to the kitchen.

I smiled to myself and walked into the kitchen. I hugged her once again my hand on her stomach. She whispered shyly, “Are you not hungry. The fish is ready”. I did not answer her and moved my hand up. For the first time my hands were on her breasts. She gasped at the touch. Her breasts were small and firm. I could feel the nipples under her blouse since she was not wearing a bra. Obviously she could not afford one. I gently squeezed them and could feel her nipples harden a bit. My fingers were on her blouse hooks and I eased the hooks out. When I slipped my hand inside her open blouse she raised her hands in an attempt to prevent me. I brushed her hand aside and cupped her bare breasts in my hand. They were a bit rubbery and when I touched her nipples I realized she had small nipples.

I made her turn around. She hid her face with her open palms but I could see the open blouse and her breasts. Her breasts were round and shapely and they hung like ripe apples against the flatness of her stomach. Her navel was shapely too. If she had been born in New York she would have been a black lingerie model.

Mala raised her hand and covered her breasts.

The apt thing to do when you are nearing the goal with a woman is to be romantic.

“Didi, I don’t know why I feel this. I don’t know why I am always thinking about you. It is bad. During nights I am finding it difficult to sleep and you know I am leaking also….”

She stared with a question, “Leaking?…what is leaking?”

“If a man does not leak from his thing…it comes out on its own and it is harmful. I may get cancer”

She looked, “Cancer. The bimari that Shah rukh khan died in the picture”

“Haan”

She looked worried.

“If Preity Zinta had agreed to do what he wanted to do he would have lived”

Mala wondered.

“I know what to do. Don’t worry it will not pain”

Mala looked down with an expression which was mixture of curiosity and caution.

I held her tight and kissed her once again. This time I did not stop. I moved down and rested in front of her bosom. I put my mouth on her nipples and she gasped. Now let me tell you how her nipples were.

Nipples are veritably Gods favourite dessert on the glorious platter of the bountiful woman. There are different kinds of them from the pointed, button, curled, wrinkled, grotesquely large, reddish-ready-to-leak and finally small to medium. Mala’s fell in the last category.

Her nipples were small and blacker than the blacks of her breasts. You could make out the outline of her nipples on her breasts very faintly. They were a bit small to take in the between your nipple for a deep pulling suck. I tried that and was not successful. Her breasts were too firm and rubbery to allow any purchase.

I had to be contented in nibbling. So there I was.

Mala the beautifully black vegetable vendor sitting on the bed in front of me. Her cotton sari fallen to her right. Her blouse opened in front and her bare breasts in front of me. She had closed her eyes in shyness and I held her hands on her side preventing her from closing her glorious breasts.

I went back to work on the nipples. After a few luscious licks I could sense her nipples hardening and she started squirming.
I gently pushed her on the bed and she curled up her head down, eyes firmly shut in embarrassment. I lay beside and hugged her from the back, my hard cock firmly pushed against her buttocks. She tried to move but I held her firmly.

She lay still while I fondled her breasts and I pushed her blouse up and licked her charcoal black back. My hands were already trailing down to her thighs and I slowly pulled her sari up. When I did that her hand tried to prevent me from doing that.

I stopped. I was angry.

I sat up on the bed. She sensed my anger and looked up. “Saheb are you angry?’

I nodded. She sat beside me. “Pl don’t be angry saheb. See I am afraid. I don’t know all this chakkar. I have never let any man touch me…”

I looked at her, “Will you do as I tell you or I will not speak to you’

She started sobbing.

I gently pushed her back on the bed and put my hand under her thighs, between her legs. I came up to her panties. I pushed it aside and touched her cunt for the first time. She put her hands on her face and was still crying while I was busy exploring her. This time I bend down and sucked her nipples while touching her cunt.

Her cunt was bushy with hair and but my fingers managed to touch her slit. She gasped and tried to cross her legs. But I had managed to get in between with my shorts open and my cock standing rigidly waiting for the real action to begin…. (CCN, 2009)

Kama Divine Sex experience

This is my first narration of a series of sexual escapades that I have had over the years. Every word is true, but for the names and the places and the time. That would be giving too much away. So here goes my story, not the first one, certainly not the last, but one that I am thinking off and masturbating, slowly and luxuriously.

It was a place of worship 70 km from town. I had gone there with my wife and the neighbour’s kids. It was a Sunday and there was a long long queue that seemed to wind its way continuously, without any sign of ending. So I settled down to wait in the queue, my wife of a year in front, the children behind me, and me bringing up the rear.

This gave me the opportunity to quietly play with my wife’s gorgeous ass, and sometimes sneak a hand between her legs and right up to her cunt. She enjoys such things, so there was no problem, save for her worry that someone would notice. But I was careful. And then it started. Suddenly I felt something pushing against my back.

Two soft succulent balls pressing against me. I turned around and saw a squat woman, not very pretty, not very fair but buxom and solidly built. At a guess, she was about 35 years of age. She seemed to have come alone. When I turned back, she did not meet my eye and was looking away. At first I was terrified that may be I had walked backwards and into her breasts.

But I need not have worried. After a few seconds, I felt the breasts again. And again and again. It was a glorious feeling, a flashback to the time when my girlfriends would be hotly draped around me and I would be riding the bike, I took courage in both hands and took a small, small step backwards. The breasts pushed more solidly against me. The woman did not move back.

For several minutes, as the queue wound its way forward slowly, this went on. I was slowly catching on, and my member was coming to life. In front of me, the children were playing and ahead of them my wife seemed to not notice that I was not paying any attention to her juicy ass.

Now, the children started becoming a little restless. I squatted in the queue to play with them. And suddenly, with god knows what courage, slightly rocked my head back. It hit her pubic area. I could clearly feel the curve of her stomach and the bone. To this, the woman stepped a little forward, and increased the pressure.

I shook my head as if playing with children, but it was really intended for the woman. She liked what she felt and she came another mini-step forward. And then, as I was playing with the chidren, I moved my shoulder and hit her right on the cunt. Held position and rubbed it a little. She came forward again. I heard a little “hummph”.

And she began every so slightly swaying her hips, the better to enjoy my shoulder. My cock was rock solid by now. The queue was still inching along and I put my hand under her saree and reached up… to heaven. She was wearing no panties, and she was leaking. Quietly I took my finger out and licked with with just enough “slurrp” for her to notice.

After this, there seemed to be no end. She would come forward, I would make some movement or the other to rub her cunt or her breasts, Then she turned to one side, and it was my chance to grab at her buttocks. Firm buttocks, well rounded. I gave it many many squeezes and put my hand between them.

Time flew. I have no idea how long we were in the queue. 15 minutes? 30 minutes? It passed in an instant. Suddenly the queue was ending and we were near the temple entrance. The woman disengaged. But I could not. My cock was now rock solid and I had to pull it up and nestle it against my pubic hairs so that the bulge wouldn’t show.

She saw me doing this, and put out her hand and caressed it twice and squeezed it. I don’t know how I didn’t come. And for the first time our eyes met. In an instant, we were in inside the temple and all thoughts of sex flew out of my mind. But my body would not listen. I made a quick plan.

I told my wife to take the kids and collect prasad, for which there was another long queue, while I would bring the car to the entrance so we could make a quick getaway. The poor thing agreed and went away. The mystery woman noticed it. And she knew what was in my mind. I needlessly gestured to the woman,

whose name I did not know but whose guts and lust I came to have high regard for, to follow me. We went to the hotel accommodation directly opposite and I booked a room. It is pretty common in such places for families to book a room for a brief while, freshen up and head for worship. If only the hotel clerk knew!

I climbed up to the first floor and opened the room, refusing the help of the hotel assistant. The woman was following on my heels. The moment we were inside, I locked the door and pure pure lust took over. Without exchanging a gesture, not uttering a word, not even asking her name, I began fondling her, squeezing her breasts that had so tormented me, grabbing her buttocks,

pressing her cunt from over the saree, kissing her deeply, all this at once. She was no less. Her one hand was over my fly, rubbing my little fellow, her other hand was on by bums, her body was pressed against mine and she was kissing me violently. She knew and I knew that we had very little time. In those fleeting moments, we touched every part of each other’s body.

Her thighs were strong and muscular, and she went after my strong back. If I turned her around and rubbed my prick on her buttocks, she held my ass with one hand and guided the other to her breasts. She twisted her neck around and kissed me, slurping up the saliva that was drooling from our mouths, And somehow magically it happened.

I twisted her towards the bed, opened by pants and brought my desperately deprived prick out. She sat up, and gave it a quick and heavenly blow job. She pulled the turgid skin back, sending shockwaves through my body. She took little licks of the tip of my penis, ringed the fat head with her lips. She swallowed it whole. And she left it sloppy wet.

I desperately wanted to lick her cunt, but there was no time. I lay her down and lifted her sari. Quickly, very very quickly, and ignoring all foreplay – I generally take a lot of time in gently and totally giving my woman a blow job – I brutally ravaged her swollen cunt. The clit was protruding out, the surest indication that this woman was a hot lay.

Then, with our eyes meeting each other and sending out silent signals, I slid up and pushed my prick into her cunt. She went “unnnnhh” and wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. So tight that I went in full length in one go, and my balls were crushed against her ass. She was holding me so tight that pumping into her was difficult. And then I realised her game.

The tighter she held me, I harder I pumped and the greater was the pleasure we shared. The feeling was so intense that she had her orgasm… I thing she had one when I was tonguing her. Her legs soon relaxed and I had a couple of minutes to time my strokes and give it to her at my pace. And all at once, I was fucking her, my hand was on her boobs and we were tongue-kissing.

I found time to lick her earlobes and bite her on the neck. A few more strokes, and she came again, this time making a low throaty sound that I cannot describe. It was something like “umgggghhrrrhhhmmm”. That really blew my top. Giving her no time to recover, I turned her around and began ramming her doggie-style, my favourite position.

This leaves my hand totally free to molest her books and gives her a chance to turn around and kiss without either of us feeling the strain. I thought I could keep it up for a few minutes, but the fucking, the danger of being caught, the thrill of the sudden and secret encounter were so much that I began cumming.

I spurted maybe four times, maybe five… and felt that my legs were giving way under me. We both collapsed in a heap. But we had no time. The moment my little fellow came back to normal, we went to the bathroom. There I cleaned up her cunt, allowing my sperm to flow over my hand and holding it up for her to lick.

She cleaned my prick so nicely that I began having a hard on. We looked at each other, but knew that this was the end, In less than five minutes, I checked out and we went our separate ways.. I nearly ran to the parking place and took my car out and drove up to the gate, just in time to see my wife and the kids reaching there.

We had a pleasant drive back, and my wife couldn’t understand why I was smiling through the children were howling in the back. I have often remembered this incident and masturbated. But of course I never told my wife about it. Though I would share it for all those generous people who published their experience, and gave me endless hours of masturbatory pleasure. (Humandigest, 20009)

Married Aunty forced by in law brother Part 2

Vicky : (as cool as a cucumber, rubbing his phone with his shirt to clean off any dust) : So bhabhi, dont worry, we just removed her tshirt.. we did not even touch her bra.. lol.. her pink bra and her..

Nilanjana : (virtually screaming) SHUT UP (pausing, controlling herself) and you think u can get away with this? right?

Nilanjana : (walking to the phone) I will call the police right away and your brother.

Vicky : bhabhi. bhaiya is out of town and even if he hurries back it will be not before evening he can reach here. and police.. he he.. first you will be running behind them and then they will be running behind me.. and you know what.. Kumkum is running behind time with me..

Nilanjana paused her steps..

Vicky : i can have nice photoshoot with her in sexy clothes and off course without them..he he..imagine 11 days down the line, one of my unknown friends distributes those pics to all people in the mandap..when Kumkum is taking pheras.. police will again come, note a FIR and take a copies of your beautiful sisters pics with themselves.. for their personal pleasure..

Nilanjana turned towards Vicky and her confused eyes pretended to look confident.

Vicky : who cares about me bhabhi.. i will be in the jail.. next 5 years. and then come back.. but think about Kumkum.. for her next all years will be a punishment without jail.. and you will be looking for someone like me, begging him to marry her.. for god sake…. he he..

Nilanjana : please.. what do u want from us..

Vicky : not from us, from you darling.. err. i mean, bhabhi.. (last word coming after a pause).

Nilanjana (seemingly preturbed now but covering up nicely without panic in her voice) : what did I do to deserve this?

Vicky : he he.. maybe your are Kumkum’s sister.. he he..

Nilanjana : what do you want from me?

Vicky : only some help.. for our new business..

Nilanjana : how much money??

Vicky : why do you always think everything in terms of money?? even your relations and love??

Nilanjana (amazingly cool) : shut up .. that is none of your business.. tell me your business..

Vicky : my new business is BLUE FILMS..

The business stream struck like a big wave against the hard wall of brave front Nilanjana was posing in front of Vicky. She knew she will have to not loose and get Kumkum out of the mess before she can act against this man. And she could not do so before the wall of her resistance crumbles.

She was buying time, but she just hoped someone could come to her rescue. She had not been able to call anyone. And she did not know how much time the wall would stand in the continous attacks from Vicky, before it cracks.

Nilanjana : how much money you want for your business??

Vicky : money.. money… money.. do you think of something else other than this.. whore..

Nilanjana : (screaming) SHUT UP.. I AM YOUR BHABHI..

Vicky : yeah, who married and broke a family just for sake of her own fun and money…

Nilanjana tried to divert the things to family and relations..

Nilanjana : no please.. i did not do it for..

Vicky : you are going to pay today with your sis…

Nilanjana : what do you want?

Vicky : i dont want money..

Nilanjana : tell me what you want..

Vicky : I want the heroine for my blue film..

Nilanjana : so you are looking at a wrong place..

Vicky : dont worry bhabhi, we will pay you nicely for it..

Nilanjana : what if I refuse..

Vicky : he he.. we have a backup heroine for the picture.. your sis..

Nilanjana : shut up.

Vicky : you want to refuse??

Nilanjana : please..

Vicky : (getting up to leace) ok rohit.. we will have to use the backup..

Nilanjana : wait…

Vicky : what?

Nilanjana : can there be no other way?

Vicky : yeah, i told u.. we can always use the backup..

Nilanjana : try to understand Vicky, i am married and i am your bhabhi.. how can I..

Vicky : but Kumkum is not married and she is not my bhabhi either..

Nilanjana : (almost pleading now, she could feel the wall of her brave front crack) please leave her..

Vicky : for free??

Nilanjana : please..

Vicky (walking to the door) : i dont have time..

Nilanjana : ok.. ok.. (trying to firm up) ..ok..

Nilanjana : (with a defeated look) i will do what you want.. but leave her first..

Vicky : I will leave her when we are done..

Nilanjana : No, first leave her then I ..

Vicky : you are not keeping conditions here..

Nilanjana : I am not doing anything till you leave her..

Vicky : that is your final thought??

Nilanjana : leave her and i will do what you want..

Vicky : ok.. Kumkum is wearing a pink bra.. and i was just wondering what color panties she is wearing..

(saying Vicky pulls out his mobile from his pocket)

Vicky pulled out his mobile and dialled the number.

Nilanjana : please no.. we can talk..

Vicky ignored her comment and now Nilanjana could hear the bell ringing on the other side of the phone..

Nilanjana : i said we can..

Vicky (on the phone) : hello chotu … ek kaam kar..

Nilanjana : I am ready… what do you wan (vicky’s voice cut her scentence)

Vicky (on the phone) : (ignoring her pleas) how is the chidiya doing?

(on the phone) : sir ji, she is fluttering like a injured bird..

Vicky (on the phone) : not still tired .. hmmm??

Nilanjana : please Vicky, please.. no…

Nilanjana tried to leap on the phone.. but Vicky easily dodged out of the way..and she just could not grab the phone.. Vicky was way more strong than her for that.. another attempt and Nilanjana knew she was making a mockery of herself..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, do you know which color panties she is wearing??

(on the phone) : boss i can just see some white waistband over her jeans..

Nilanjana : please for god sake.. stop it.. i am begging you..

Vicky (on the phone) : no chotu, why dont you check it out.. she maybe wearing a different colors..

(on the phone) : yes boss..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, unbutton her jeans and unzip it..

Nilanjana was on her knees now..

Nilanjana : please..Vicky, please.. i will do anything.. but please stop..

(on the phone) : yes boss,

female screams on the phone (on the phone) : NOO.. NOOO.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO… OH MY GOD>…. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo

Nilanjana (crying.. on her knees .. holding feet of Vicky.. resignation stamped in her voice) : please.. please stop.. i will..i will do anything..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, stop..

(on the phone) : yes boss, (sobbing voices in the background)

Vicky (on the phone) : what color is she wearing?

(on the phone) : boss.. white color .. blue polka dotted boss..he he

Vicky (on the phone) : did u pull down her jeans??

(on the phone) : no boss.. i will do it..

Vicky (on the phone) : (Commanding voice) NO, YOU WILL NOT.. CHOTU.. leave her alone for now..

(on the phone) : but boss, (disappointment clear in his voice)..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu.. wait for my next call.. i promised u..

Vicky disconnects the phone..

Vicky : so bhabhi, can we work now?? ……. togather??

Nilanjana collapsed to floor from her knees, crying, weeping in defeat and helplessness. She could not imagine this was happening to her. She was a free lady just some minutes ago.

Vicky : bhabhi, i think you need another round of motivation.

Nilanjana : no, no… please.. dont do anything to Kumkum.

Vicky : then why dont you get up and get us a nice cool glass of water from the fridge..

Nilanjana struggles to get up.. she arranges her black chiffon saree once on her feet.. not much can be seen off her dress as she always dressed up simple and conservative.. Rahit tries to catch a glimpse of her midriif, but not even couple of inches of midriff she has left open for the world to see.. her blouse is thick cotton and one cant even see the outline of her bra from over it.. Rohit smiles in his mind thinking ‘the hidden would be uncovered soon’..

Nilanjana turns towards the kitchen..

Vicky : bhabhi, i got a present for you.. here..

Nilanjana looks behind.. Vicky pulls out a card box and pulls out footwears for Nilanjana..

Nilanjana looks at Vicky.. the sandals were too jazzy for any decent girl or lady. made with glossy bright red coloured shining glass pieces in the front. They had a long two feel red shining lace. the sandals had huge high pencil heels which were clearly more than 5 inches. she had worn it high heels twice in her life and just for trials.. she could not stand the pain in her toes and her calves due to the high heels.

Nilanjana : Vicky, why this..

Vicky : bhabhi, a present for you…

Vicky bent down in humbleness and kept the sandals for Nilanjana to wear as if he was a sales man at the chappal store..

Nilanjana : Vicky, i dont wear this type.

Vicky : bhabhi, i dont like people rejecting my present i got with love..

Nilanjana : but..i have never wore one..

Vicky did not budge and sat waiting for her to step into the new sandals, her first step into cheap world of sluttiness. Nilanjana knew she had least choice.. she was getting forced into it in name of a present..

she stepped out of her small heels chappal onto the cold marble floor.

Nilanjana : can I wear it myself.

Vicky : I will help you bhabhi, i know u never wore ones like these yourself.

she was in a soup now.. A stranger was offering her to help her wear her sandals. Waise lot many sales man helped her try her shoes, but this was different.

She stepped on one of the sandals. Her first sensation was of cheapness till she felt she will slip due to steep incline due to long heels. She tried balancing herself but ended up leaning her hands on Vicky’s head to avoid the fall.

Vicky : these fit nicely bhabhi..

Nilanjana : they are bit loose and i may trip.

Vicky : because i have not tied the laces, bhabhi, can you please lift the saree a bit so that i can tie the laces.

Nilanjana got this request like a punch in her gut. not that she had not shown herself above her ankles to anyone, but, each inch of skin she showed today seemed like a rape, each touch on her feet seemed like a molestation to her..

Vicky : bhabhi..

Nilanjana slowly grabbed the front of her pleads on the saree and raise it ..

Vicky : more higher bhabhi..

she raised it bit more.. now exposing her calves to him.. he slightly massaged her calves with his palms.. feeling the flesh.. she closed her eyes in shame..this was above the skin he had touched her when she came married, then she had kicked him out, but today she was going to fall.. she knew she will fall. she wanted to scream but she could not.. she was waiting to fall into lows of her modesty..

Vicky started tying the laces over her ankles raising it in every loop.. the laces did not seem to end.. two feet laces seemed kilometers to her.. each inch he raised over her leg seemed to be an inch closer to her womanhood..

round and round he went.. and pulling each time so tight with a jerk that she would lean more on him..he rode the laces as high upto just under her knees..

the other leg followed and so did her humiliation.. the laces were tied too tight, digging into her soft calves..

Little did she realize that Rohit was recording her humiliation on the camera from behind her..just angle enough to catch her leaning on vicky’s head.

when Vicky was through, he stepped back and stood up.. she stumbled as she was still leaning her hand on his head for support.. she dropped her saree to maintain balance.. she managed to stand straight, but she felt like she would fall the first step she took..

Vicky : wait bhabhi… lift it up….

Nilanjana reluctantly lifted up a little lower than before..

Vicky : u look gorgeous real self in this..

Nilanjana (steaming back) : what do you mean??

Vicky : (ignoring her) bhabhi, why dont u try them upto the fridge and fetch two glasses of water..

Nilanjana dropped her saree back to her feet, looked at him and slowly tried to step towards the fridge.. she took couple of steps slowly and awkwardly ..

Vicky : quick, two minutes for two glasses.. or again Kumkum will be sorry and screaming..

Nilanjana quickened her small steps.. high heels had effect on her full buttocks as they jutted out obscenely.. her ass swayed as she struggled to walk to meet 2 minutes..

Rohit took all of it into the camera before keeping the camera inside..

she pulled out two glasses and poured water into them from the fridge..and walked back on the high heels towards entering the lows of the cheap world. (MasalaMan, 2009)

My sex adventure with two girls during Navratri, Gujarat

Number of abortions rise in Gujarat a couple of months after Navratri” A statement made by Gujarat state’s women & child welfare Minister comes in India’s leading newspapers during Navratri festival. The entire Gujarat was agog with celebrations all over. Why Gujarat, every part of India celebrated Navratri festival in their own way. Goddess Durga Pooja in West Bengal is their national festival. In Tamilnadu they display Kolu in each home. In Andhra, Karnataka and in Kerala, all nine days and nights are full of cultural celebrations. But in Gujarat it is something special. All the girls come out in the streets to sing and dance. Dance items like Garba, Ras are famous. Girls especially young age girls and women in their twenties and thirties move around to various dance sites and participate. This goes on for the whole night for 9 nights during Navratri.

Nobody can keep a watch on any girl to know where she is going and what she is doing. Immediately after Navratri, hundreds of young age abortions are done privately in hospitals. Some husbands and parents even engage private detectives to know whether these girls/women go astray in the name of garba dance. Most of them do go astray, but they enjoy life. They may have sex with boy friends, with bosses, colleagues, servants, or even strangers. Most of them do have sex. Girls & housewives even boast about the number of people they had sex with during the navratri.

Once I happened to be in Mumbai on my way to Delhi and for overnight stay I went to a hotel which was in a Gujarati locality. I just forgot that it was Navratri season and a great surprise was in store for me. I had to catch the early morning flight and hence I went to bed very early so that I may a few winks of sleep. Suddenly at 10 pm I had loud sounds of drum beatings and I sprang in may bed wondering what happened. I came out and saw the preparations for the dance. They were forming groups and singers were getting ready and drummer was just beating the drum to attract attention and to call people to come. Then the song started and the dance also started. It was a wonderful spectacle. I thought let me just watch it because this kind of visuals are rarely available.

Very beautiful young girls, with cheerful faces were dancing with sticks in their hands in a rhythm. I just stood at the gate and watched. I waved at some of the very nice girls and threw flying kisses at them. Two or three girls were thrilled and responded enthusiastically. It was a slow number and it took more than an hour to complete. When it was over new groups were being formed.

Suddenly one of the girls who responded to my flying kiss came running and asked me in Gujarati something which I could not understand. I asked her in Hindi what she wants. She asked whether I stay in this hotel, I said yes, can I come to your room for some water, she asked, certainly, I said and I moved towards my room in the first floor. I was moving fast and the girl was practically running after me. When I reached my room, I opened the door and took the water jug and offered her a filled glass. But she was not there to accept my glass. She was lying in my bed and said she was tired and just wanted to lie down for some time. Me bahoot thuggayi hoom, thoda let javoon.

I sat near her. I noticed she was a buxom girl in her early twenties, big boobs, flat navel, nice make up, Her blouse which was specially made for the dance with lot of shining materials was pinching her and she just unhooked her blouse and her boobs which were in the bra were projecting up. I asked her whether I may help her to unhook the bra. She just looked at me and smiled and said ok and turned to her side opposite to me. I lifted blouse bottom, found her bra hooks and unhooked them. She came back to lie on her back and was looking at me with expectations. My a/c was in full blast and the room was very cool. I ran my hand over her boobs in circulatory motion. She semi closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. Her nipples were erect. What more invitation I wanted. She was lying diagonally on my bed. It was convenient for me.

I came in front of her and just leaned forward and held both of her boobs in my hand and sucked her nipples. She was moaning loudly and extended her hand searching for my cock. She caught my pyjama strings untied the knot, pulled down my brief and caught my erect cock in her hand. I was surprised. I just lifted her ornamental skirt, and a petticoat below and her beautiful thighs were visible. I lifted her dress further up and her panty was already wet. Without waiting for her permission, I pulled down her panty and saw her clean shaven pussy, a golden colored pussy. I lifted her knees and kept it wide in preparation of my next move. Juldi karo, log dundthe honge, she said. Do it fast, they may be searching for me. I just took my cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed forward. She was tight. Her tightness was very enjoyable.

She also started to moan loudly. I gave her in long slow strokes, rubbing her clit with one hand. She was quivering with pleasure and moaning as I plunged into her. It took more than ten minutes for me to come to an orgasm. By that time she came to orgasm twice. She trembled each time she met orgasmic stroke. Finally I sprayed my semen inside her. When I pulled out she got up hurriedly and asked for the bathroom went inside, cleaned herself up, steadied her dress and rushed out and thanked me and gave me a kiss on my mouth and rushed out running. I was watching she was moving under shadow and got mixed up with the crowd in no time. I did not even ask her name.

I waited for another hour for the second number to conclude. For passing time I start surfing on my laptop. I searched google, yahoo with words ‘navratri abortions’, ’navratri condoms’ (some websites spell navratri as navaratri) and learn many new dimensions of Gujarati culture. Then after few minutes I saw another girl coming towards my room. I wondered how they make a beeline to my room. Perhaps she may be a friend of the girl who came earlier. I waited at my door. She too asked for some water. I said ok, come in. This girl of the same age group came rushing in and went straight to my bed and stretched herself diatonically. I gave her a glass of water which she drank fast. I placed my hand on her navel. She looked up at me and smiled. I told her whether your friend told you to come her for water. She smiled and said yes. Ok, then turn so that I may unhook your bra.

With protest she turned and I unhooked her bra and turned her up and lifted her bra and blouse ends and revealed her boobs. Her nipples were already erect and was waiting for me to massage them. I just leaned forward and took the nipple in my mouth and sucked them. I lifted her skirt etc and pulled down her wet panty. This girl was very hot and was very cooperative in fucking. She guided my cock into her hole and suggested that I lie down and she would ride me. I said ok, for a change it is ok. The girl, whose name was Rati, got on me and took my cock inside her cunt in one jerk and started to fuck me. She was an expert and did it perfectly positioning her crotch appropriately to make my cock rub her clit. I was squeezing her nipples and boobs. She was contorting her face and giving out wild sounds and finally when she came to orgasm, she banged her crotch on me. Very hot girl indeed. When one fuck was over, I asked her for the second fuck. She said not now, people are waiting for me. I will come later.

She just jumped down, rushed to the bathroom and cleaned herself and came back gave me a kiss and rushed back to join the crowd. Time was already 1 am and I cannot have any more females for the day, because I had to catch the early morning flight. I was wondering the luck I had with these two girls. I switched off my lights and went to the bed with planning to spend all future years Navratri in the same hotel. (Indian Sex 4 U, 2009)

18 year old anitha forced by colonel

HI this is anitha again. thanks for comments of readers. now im going to post an incident which started my journey into the most divin thing in the world – SEX
You can call me Sweet Kanchan; it’s a name I have great affection for because it was the nick-name the Colonel gave me. For two glorious weeks in my life ten years ago this mature, worldly man taught me that sex and its many acts can be a delicious experience even for a novice such as myself.

At 18 years of age I wasn’t the most experienced girl in the world; in fact you could call me very naïve. My parents were very protective of me, I was their only child, their pride and joy and so I was constantly wrapped in cotton wool.

I had very little knowledge about sex in any shape or form and as I went to a strict all girl Catholic school what I did learn was based on what my friends knew and they were as lacking in sexual education as much as I was!

My parents thought it was good to keep me in happy ignorance; you can’t blame them really but at some point I had to grow up and it was during that hot September in Cornwall I started my journey toward womanhood.

And all because I happened to make friends with a retired Army Colonel from the Queen’s own Dragoons…

My parents and I went to stay in a hotel on a cliff top. A wonderful building that had seen its hey day in the 1930s but still had that old world charm about it. It even had its own maze with a summer house placed nicely in the centre of it.

It was the end of the summer so there were only a few guests in the hotel, in fact my family and the Colonel were the only guests there for those two wonderful weeks in September, other than the staff that is.

Colonel Gulati was 55 years old, tall, handsome, physically fit with salt and pepper hair combined back neatly, slightly tanned skin from his years traversing the globe, and a pair of shrewd intelligent green eyes.

My parents liked him at once. He was a gentleman, well spoken, and well educated. They trusted him instantly and had no problems with me being in his company when I wasn’t with them.

I liked the Colonel too, he was quiet, was willing to listen to my chatter and he treated me like a lady, not a little girl like my parents did.

As said before he took to calling me Sweet Kanchan and would open doors for me, pull out my chair at the dinner table and offer me his arm whenever we went out for walks in the Hotel’s vast cliff top gardens.

So when he invited me for a picnic in the maze’s summer house, I said yes without a qualm.

My parents were more than agreeable, my mother wanted to go to Penzance for the day where as I was not keen. This solved them worrying about me; after all I would be more than safe in the Colonel’s care, wouldn’t I?

So they drove off to Penzance and I went with the Colonel into the Maze and the delightful little summer house at its centre with its wicker chairs, soft rugs and flowery cushions for guests comfort.

The Colonel laid out the picnic whilst I gathered the cushions for us to sit on. He was watching me gravely as I set them out on the floor and we settled down to enjoy our meal of egg and cress sandwiches and freshly made lemonade.

I remember to this day what I wearing; it was a pale blue and white sleeveless frock, too young for me really, as were the white ankle bobby socks and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes on my feet, but like I said my parents wanted to keep me a child for as long as they could.

All the same I looked very pretty, with my long red gold hair falling over my shoulders, clipped back with two jewelled hair slides, my skin rosy from the sea air, my blue eyes wide and innocent.

I had even dabbed some of my mother’s favourite perfume on my wrists and throat, with her permission of course!

Before that I had never really noticed that I had attributes men will admire, but looking back I realise now that I was a blossoming peach that desperately needed plucking.

My breasts were firm and high, my hips rounded and shapely, my legs long and supple. My bud like mouth was as virginal as I was, but unbeknown to me, today was the day I got to have my eyes well and truly opened in the most delicious and wicked ways possible.

How the Colonel and I got to talking about physical sensations we liked I don’t know, but that is how it all started.

I think the Colonel said something about the human body liking to be touched and I think I agreed with him adding that I liked to have my shoulders and back rubbed.

I did too. My mother did it regularly for me of late because I was busy studying all the time, I was about to take my final exams that would get me into the University of my choice so I was forever hunched over a pile of books in my bedroom or in the family lounge.

“That is a nice sensation,” the Colonel agreed, “I like having my back massaged too, it’s very relaxing.”

I smiled and then was startled when he leaned over, positioning himself behind me then he put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them.

I was a bit embarrassed at first; I mean I didn’t expect him to do that did I? But it felt very nice, very nice indeed, what was odd was that it felt; well, very different from the way my mother did it!

The Colonel had large hands but they weren’t rough and his fingers were long and slender.

“Do you like it? “he asked me softly his mouth near to my ear, his breath hot on my flesh.

“It’s really nice…” I murmured closing my eyes and slowly letting myself relax

He rubbed my shoulders steadily, moving down my arms, squeezing them in delightful pinches of pleasure and then his voice was murmuring into my ear.

“It would feel nicer if you undo your dress; here let me do it for you.”

Before I could protest I heard the zipper at the back of my dress being pulled down and suddenly the top part of my frock was sliding gently down my arms.

My pink lacy bra was on display and I was momentarily embarrassed and then I gasped, because the Colonel suddenly cupped my bra covered breasts began to massage them too!

I was startled, so startled in fact that I didn’t protest and then the strangest of sensations began to ripple through me, delicious sensations, like having hundreds of butterfly wings brushing over my flesh at the same time.

I looked down at that instant and saw the Colonel’s hands, covering and holding my breasts and another new feeling ran through me,

I felt a hot cloying movement between my legs like I was leaking something moist and hot from deep inside me.

“Undo your bra,” the Colonel said in his soft but commanding voice and I found myself obeying him, even though he could have unfastened it from where he was sitting. He helped me remove it and he tossed it to one side.

I was feeling breathless and hot, I knew deep down that what the Colonel was doing wasn’t what he should be doing, but it was so deliciously nice I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to stop.

His hands slid under my arms and I watched mesmerised as his hands cupped my now bare breasts yet again; only this time the sensation was like honey on a spoon, tight and sweet and I found myself pushing my breasts into his hands, and he in turn grasped the two virginal buds of puckered flesh and twisted them between his forefinger and thumb, ever so gently but enough to make me cry out in pleasurable surprise.

He began to kiss the side of my neck, soft wet kisses that left me breathless, I’d never been kissed in such a way before, it was so strange it made my breath quicken and I found myself covering his hands with mine to help with the pleasurable feeling rippling through me, closing my eyes and sighing with pleasure.

“Shall I make it feel even nicer sweet Kanchan?” he said shocking me and I wondered how that was at all possible? I thought I was in heaven right at that moment, it couldn’t get any better, it just couldn’t!

“Yes please,” I heard myself say even though I knew I should refuse and he turned my willing body slightly, moved one hand off a breast and before I could exhale he had lowed his head and he began to lick my nipple, rolling his tongue around and around the soft pink pap, causing my eyes to shoot open, my mouth to form into an “O” my toes curled in their shoes and I let out a long drawn out moan:

It didn’t end there of course, his mouth moved back and forth from my two sensitive puckered flesh nipples. Very gently he sucked each of them, at first only for three seconds, per breast, sucking the nodule that turned into a tiny cherry and then into a miniature plum, increasing the pressure and time, making me pant harder with each left and right movement of his head.

I had no idea I was being ruthlessly seduced, all I knew right then was that I didn’t want him to stop because it was such an amazing feeling, not just in my breasts but throughout my whole body!

“Put your hands on your head,” the Colonel ordered me briskly, “Good girl, now straighten up your back, no don’t move, that’s it.”

He pulled me around so that I was now facing him, kneeling in fact, hot faced and excited, and he gripped my waist and began to kiss and nibble each of my nipples with grave concentration, and I watched him willingly, my hands on my head, whilst the feeling between my legs was getting stronger and stronger with each passing second.

It was like an ache, a hot, throbbing wet ache that was of divine proportions.

Was I peeing in my knickers?” I thought suddenly, oh God, I hoped not, but I was very wet down there, I could feel it soaking my crotch.

“We should stop,” I heard myself croak out; my nipples were coated with his spittle which his long fingers began to rub into to my breasts in steady circular motions.

I was hot and bothered but in reality I didn’t want him to stop even though I had said as much and he knew it.

He stopped all the same, the Colonel was a gentleman after all but he gently put his hands behind my neck and pulled my face to his, our mouths met and his tongue snaked between my lips and I found myself parting my lips and doing the same thing to him.

Whilst he was doing this odd thing with his mouth which I later found out was called French kissing he was playing with my breasts, and my momentary desire for him to stop, became a desire for him to continue.

“Do you know what these are called?” he said suddenly pulling away from me and he pointed to my heaving breasts.

I blinked, “Breasts,” I said uncertainly; he shook his head and smiled at me.

“They are your tits,” he corrected me, “Your tits, good girls have breasts, naughty girls my dear sweet Kanchan have tits, and you’re now a very naughty girl, so you have tits.”

I blushed but the cloying feeling in my knickers increased ten fold.

“Say it,” he commanded me, “Say it!”

“I have tits,” I said blushing furiously and squirming hotly under his intense grave gaze.

He smiled at me again and then he pushed one hand under the skirt of my frock, toward my now saturated knickers.

I started to protest, not because I didn’t want him to touch me down there, actually I did but my knickers were soaking wet, he’d know I’d wet them and I’d be mortified!

However his tongue lapped against at my nipples and I let out a moan and then his fingers were stroking my wet crotch, and the sensation was as good as what he was doing with my tits, even better in fact!

“Your knickers are wet,” he said upon “discovering” my secret and making me squirm even more, “We better get them off you.”

Blushing even more furiously I scrambled to get out of my soaking wet knickers, my crotch was just as soaking too, I felt tears well up in my eyes, humiliated that I could do such a thing!

The Colonel seemed amused by my discomfort, he laughed softly, and then made me sit rather than kneel and part my legs.

I gasped when he started to push a finger into the dripping hot slit that was throbbing almost painfully.

It was numb and yet it was so alive. I arched my back in surprise, tried to speak but couldn’t. He moved his finger in and out really slowly at first, it was a smooth slick sensation which I really liked, in and out he pushed this finger, watching my straining face with a small knowing smile on his lips.

I found myself rocking against his finger and the palm of his hand which was cupping my mound of Venus.

Now I shaved myself down below, I didn’t like having a lot of hair down there, it was untidy and so for some time now I had been trimming my bush into a neat red-gold “V” shape.

Because shaving it made it feel a little “rough” I had also been rubbing body moisturiser on my mound to soften it and though I had found this pleasurable I was not aware that I was starting toward the very first stages of learning how to masturbate.

I was so naïve I didn’t even know what masturbating actually entailed though I had heard the word bandied around the school yard on occasions!

But right at this moment the Colonel was masturbating me and I didn’t even know it but what I did know was that I liked it!

“This is your cunt I’ve got my finger in,” the Colonel said and my heart fluttered at his words, “Both good and dirty girls have cunts, shall I stop now?”

“NO!” I cried out, “NO!”

“Shall I put two fingers inside you now Sweet Kanchan?” he asked softly, his green eyes so bright and hypnotic and dumbly, unable to speak for a few seconds, I nodded my head and then groaned again.

“Go deeper!” I heard myself beg him.

“Go deeper into my cunt,” he corrected me.

“Go deeper into my cunt,” I repeated my voice raising an octave or two, “Please, oh please pleaseeeeeeee!”

He obliged, two fingers were now moving in and out of my slit, and I was rocking harder against his hand, wanting the feeling inside me to increase until it devoured me with its raging intensity. I let out another loud moan and I knew I had to have more.

“Put all four fingers in my cunt,” I begged him in a ragged voice and I parted my legs to show my willingness, “Do it with all your fingers, please?”

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered me and he positioned himself nearer to my crotch, he was barely sweating, his concentration was intense, he was a true military man, totally in control of my seduction, playing each action with the precision of a military strategist” This might hurt a bit!

It did. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, I let out a little wail, bucked against the brutal invasion of so many digits but the pain receded instantly and the sensation of pleasure rippled through me like a tidal wave once again.

“Lovely!” I gasped in awe, “Oh God, this is so nice, don’t stop, Colonel please don’t stop!”

“Lovely like you are my dirty little Sweet Kanchan,” he chuckled, “You’re going to come real soon, now that will feel really lovely, I can tell you!”

“Come?” I gasped not understanding what he was saying, only that I didn’t want what he was doing to me to stop.

“Yes,” he said his hand moving faster and faster inside me, “You’re not experienced enough to hold on for much longer, don’t worry I know what to do my dear!”

I soaked his fingers when I came seconds later, I was startled and a bit frightened by the rippling sensation that shot from my curling toes through my shoes, up my legs, into my crotch and then through the rest of me rushing through my body like a fast flowing tide of hot foaming waves of pure pleasure.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!” I cried out at that moment and I bucked against his hand hard, and then I felt something hot gush out of me, oh God I’d peed over his hand! I blushed bright red with shame and mortification when finally I could get some of my shaking and trembling under control.

“I’m sorry!” I stammered mortified with myself but he just smiled at me.

“That’s alright,” he said soothingly, “It’s your first time, you couldn’t help it, now lie on your back, and I’ll help make you feel just as nice as you did a few minutes ago.”

I obeyed him, not sure what he was going to do next, I gave a cry of shock when he lowered his head between my legs, what was he doing, how could that make me feel nic…oh my GOD!

The Colonel started to lap at my cunt with his tongue which was still trembling after having his fingers shoving in and out of it and I felt a powerful feeling rush through my belly, like I had drunk a lot of water and it was sloshing around inside me.

He licked harder and harder, his salt and pepper head bobbing up and down in my crotch and he was moaning now along with me and I found myself lifting my hips to buck against his face. He practically lifted my bottom off the ground, clutching at me legs and gobbling me as if I was a delicious meal.

I clawed at his head, crying out as I did.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!”

I spurted my juices in his face again, I couldn’t stop myself and he lapped it all up, and then he stayed down there until he had licked me clean of every last drop of juice.

Finally he got up, licking his lips and wiping his mouth as he did. He helped me sit up.

“You were wonderful,” he said and I found myself blushing yet again, but this time with pleasure rather than embarrassment.

“I enjoyed it very much,” I said shyly and he looked at me gravely.

“I should hope so,” he said, “You’d be a very ungrateful little girl if you didn’t”

I started to reach for my bra but he stopped me.

“Kanchan,” he said in a serious voice, “I think it’s time you learnt more about the birds and the bees, don’t you think?”

I blinked and I found myself nodding my head to his question. My heart began to hammer in my chest, and I started to feel excited again though I didn’t know why.

“I mean,” he said, “You’re already a very dirty little girl now sweet Kanchan, so we might as well finish off the job, mighten we? We might as well go all the way and make you a filthy little girl, what do you think?”

I found myself nodding my head again even though I had only had a vague idea of what he was suggesting.

A few minutes later I was totally naked except for my bobby socks and Mary Jane shoes which he insisted I keep on.

He started to play with my cunt again, only this time, I was kneeling in front of him and I was holding onto his shoulders. He used both hands this time, rubbing my cunt yet again; he licked his fingers and began to work them inside of me.

My eyes watered but it was not without pleasure, I found myself moving up and down on his fingers again. He talked to me more this time, and his words made me tingle and feel hot all over.

“You’re a filthy little girl now,” he said hoarsely, “And filthy little girls have to do filthy things, don’t they?”

“Yes,” I gasped, “Oh yes they do!”

He lowered his head and began to lap at my cunt again but I instinctively knew this was just a precursor to something new and more delicious.

“Tell me how filthy you are!” he commanded me when he came up for air, “I want to hear it from your mouth, tell me what a filthy little girl you are!”

“I’m a filthy little girl,” I panted over and over again, my eyes closed my body heaving against his moving fingers which were pressing against something inside of me that kept making me jerk and cry out, I didn’t know it then but the Colonel had found my clitoris and he was rubbing it hard to get me more aroused and ready for my next newest experience “I’m a filthy little girl!”

I was getting wet down below again very quickly, and then I heard something that sounded like a zipper but I wasn’t wearing any clothes so it had to be something the Colonel was wearing.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered me and I obeyed, squatting at his command, I felt something hard push upward, parting the hot wet slit of my cunt lips.

I looked downward and my eyes widened, I was balanced on top of this large swollen purple thing and it was throbbing, throbbing against my cunt and suddenly I knew that this thing was going to somehow fit all the way inside me.

Timidly I pushed downward and winced, it was very big, and I was very tight despite all the lubrication my cunt had received.

I started to move away but the Colonel gripped my hips and held me over it, the thick rounded end was already slightly inside me.

“No!” he said sharply when I started to protest. He slapped my bottom then, hard with his bare hand. I felt the burning sensation of the blow and tears of surprise filled my eyes.

Another slap followed, and then another, and another and I soon I was crying. He would spank me, he told me, until I did as I was told!

I had no choice. Reluctantly I began to lower myself onto the rock hard thing between my legs, it really hurt, my cunt though wet was being stretched in a way it had never been stretched before.

I whimpered but the Colonel’s raised hand directed at my already flame red bum cheeks made me quickly push down harder.

Something gave inside of me, the pain was sharp and brief, I let out a gurgle of surprise and I found myself sitting suddenly on his midriff, and underneath me were two pulsating sacs and now deep inside me was this huge swollen rod. I could feel it inside me, and it felt strange, very strange…

“Good girl!” the Colonel said holding my hips and he began to thrust upwards which took me by surprise though it was not unpleasant, “I’m all the way in your cunt now, now pump that little bottom of yours, because very soon I’m going to fill your hot little cunt up to the brim, Hmmmmm, let me taste your tits, down you come, that’s it, let me suck those juicy plums, oh yes, you are a very, filthy, filthy, filthy little slut of a girl.”

I moaned and found my self pumping up and down on him as he had commanded whilst lowering myself downward so that he could access my tits.

“What’s inside me now!” I gasped as he lapped, pinched and sucked at my tits, this time he was not as gentle as he had been before. He sucked harder, he licked harder and he pinched them harder.

“My cock, I’m fucking you right now, fucking your cunt,” he gasped stopping his lapping for a moment to tell me something new and wonderful, “Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!”

He sucked on my tits as I pounded up and down on what I now knew was a cock, harder and harder, I thought my ears were going to pop, my bottom was still sore from the spanking it had received but actually I liked the burning sensation, it made me feel hot in side and I groaned even louder and banged against him harder.

He was now kissing my tits, making little sucking noises that made me even more hot and sweaty all over and I could feel my cunt contracting and expanding around his cock which was deep inside me.

“My turn to come!” he gurgled out suddenly and he grabbed both my rising and falling buttocks with his hands and gripped them tightly and the speed in which he was thrusting into me increased, I could feel his two heavy sacs pulsating under me, rippling in fact, as if they were getting ready to explode which of course they were. “Oh MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”

He thrashed against me, so hard I felt myself doing the same thing, I crowed with him and we bucked together like two Broncos at a Bronco Derby, I felt something explode inside me, something hot and very, very wet and the Colonel was smiling up at me in a satisfied way, as he rammed his cock back and forth, and I felt the rippling sacs under me begin to slowly deflate as they were emptied inside my once virginal body.

His face was bright red and glistening with perspiration as he gasped out.

“I’ve come inside your cunt,” and though I didn’t really understand what he meant I groaned in pleasure and our mouths met and we kissed long and hard.

Finally our bodies stopped moving and I slid off his midriff, his cock came out of me with ease and there was a rush of hot liquid down my legs.

I flopped beside him, resting my chin on his chest and he slowly stroked my long hair, sliding his hand down my back, stroking my burning bare buttocks and then running his hand back to my hair again, repeating this action in a steady rhythm.

I sighed with pleasure. This was far better than a boring trip to Penzance with my parents that was for sure!

I found myself slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, one by one; my fingers flicked them open to expose his chest. He didn’t stop me, instead he watched me, smiling his grave smile.

His chest like his head had salt and pepper hair in patches, silky and soft to the touch. His two paps were smooth in texture under my exploring tongue and were as sensitive to my licks and nibbling. The skin rippled, became harder and the Colonel let out a long drawn out sigh.

“You’re the hottest fuck I’ve had in a good while Sweet Kanchan,” the Colonel finally spoke and then he closed his eyes for a moment as I softly kissed his nipples and stroked his chest in the way he was stroking my head. I felt myself blush with pride at his next words, “You are definitely a filthy little girl now, of that I can assure you!”

He opened one eye a few seconds later and said seriously, “You still have a lot to learn Kanchan,” he said, “I can teach you an awful lot in two weeks you know.”

It was an offer that I didn’t even considered turning down. I definitely wanted more! (Indiansex4U, 2009)

What i did to my mom Part 2

Here is one more small recap!!!! Once, when i was in my Engineering, While sleeping as usual i was touching her body and enjoying. One day while sleeping she had turned 90 degrees towards me with her face facing me.

I saw that the saree pallu was bit loose b that time!!!! and i just slowly pulled down the saree pallu. It was a green colored saree. she was wearng a green blouse. as her bobs were bit pressed due to her sleeping position they were popping out like anything. I managed to remove one upper hook and i had half heaven in front of me. for a long time i stared at that with my dick hard as a rock. Slowly i gathered courage and took my face towards her boobs and gently kissed them!!!! Mannnnnnn thats one of the most amazing thing, they were so warm!!!!

3 days back while sleeping, i lifted my mom’s saree!!!!
slid my hand inside and was massaging her thighs. Then took hands a bit up and felt that she had shaved her pussy.
Tried to put my finger inside her pussy, but was just able to seperate the lower part of her pussy lips. i was scared and got cum in my shorts….
Wish today i will be able to try more!!!!

My mom was a teacher, she and her kids from school went for a two day trip. There was a male teacher also along with her. I was also included though i studied in a different school since i was her son. I was probably 13 or 14 at that time, there was shortage of rooms in the hotel for the team due to some emergency, so me my mom and the male teacher had to share a two bed room.

I went to sleep quite fast due to the tiring journey, i woke up after sometime hearing some noise ( cant recollect what noise was that ). I found the bed totally empty but for me. There was enough light seepage into the room due to a thin curtain. I heard some hushed grunts from the floor. To my surprise and severe shock i found my mom making love with her colleague. He was on top of her, stroking very slowly and cautiously..she with her legs wide spread. A strip of light fell on and off her face when the curtain flutter in the fan air, I found her with eyes closed and her mouth open in a gesture as if something is paining ( or may be its the pleasure as she was a mother of two kids..so no chance of pain..lol). I forgot to mention what she was wearing while making love..she was topless with her saree, blouse, bra and panty neatly tucked on a chair near the table ( suggesting they took a lot of time before the act ), she was just wearing a pink petticoat which ofcourse was pulled up on her stomach.

After finishing they both walked holding each other to the toilet, they took about 10 minutes in there, dont know what was happening there..she put on her bra and blouse ( left the saree on the chair itself) then came to bed. She then held me close as I was trying hard not to make her feel my hard on against her..

This incident made me to believe in the fact that even your mom is just a human and can err at anytime, I have no clue whether she continued that relation afterwards, but the thought of it gave me instant hard ons and I always gets turned on by her underwears. I used to smell and wear them..and as i grew up those habits died out slowly, but the thought of my mom getting fucked on a cheap hotel floor by a stranger gives me instant hard on even now. (honeydear, 2009)

Desi girl having Sex after meetup in a chat room

Wanted to share one of my most special moments that took place around 2yrs back,.. i was once getting bored a lot sittin at home, so i opened my laptop to sit n chat for a while online.. i was chatting for almost an hour, wen one person by a very intersting chat id pinged me sayin “HI”, i didn’t reply at the begining,but the thots that he shared in the next few lines although i hadn’t replied impressed me a lot.. i then closed other all chat windows n started chatting with him… we shared general thots on few common topics… we then decided to meet some day if he came down to Blore.. he said “im coming down on wednesday itself” which was 2 days later. He was here in blore as said on wednesday, he had some meeting in the branch office of the MNC he worked as a Asst.Manager of a software company.. he finished that n gave me a call giving details abt d hotel he stayed.. i met him there in the afternoon had a cup of tea, as we were talking i was able to catch his eyes checking me out, n as we by then atleast became gud friends he said “i had a good body structure”, i smiled n said “thank u”… After finishing our small talk he said he had got something for me as a first friendship meet n i had to come to his room to see it.. We then went up to his room..

The room was very beautiful with a nice fragrance… we were sitting n talking again sharing abt our backgrounds from where we came.. he then asked me to sit on the bed closing my eyes, i did so n he handed over a beautiful gift in my hand n he told me to open it.. while i was trying to open the gift wrap he was tryin to help me out.. the gift as kept on my thigh n while tryin to remove the gift he was gradually touching my thighs n his fingers were at times touching my breast.. i was feeling little nervous but i acted as if i ignored(although i felt little weird i smiled as he was a gud luking guy n i liked his way of talking). I felt that he got d signal that i liked him. After seeing the beautiful gift that he had got me i just couldn’t resist myself hugging him.. in that way my boobs pressed hard against his chest n while hugging me he held one of his hands on my butt n rubbed it slowly… i felt little more nice.. my deep breath hav him another +ve signal.. he then just luked at me n said again dat i had gud stats.. n he got his lips nearing mine n i started kissing me.. i cudn’t stop myself by the very soft way he kissing me that even i was flown with it..

After kissing for quite sometime kissin he was feeling his fingers all over my body over myclothes.. he then made me sleep over the bed n just removed his shirt, i was overwhelmed seeing his body.. i cudn’t resist n i removed my top too, now i was in my black netted bra n trousers.. he started kissing me from my neck gently n then lickin my ears, then came down till the cleavage n removed one side of boobs out n was started kissing it slowly n then ran his tongue over my nipple n circling around it he started sucking it gently.. while was doing that he removed the hook ofmy bra n my 36′ sized boobs just invited him to suck me more.. he then came down my navel n was kissing it n then slowly opened my trousers.. saw me wearing a black panty n kissed me over my panty… pulled it down n he sees ,my clean shaven pussy n smiles(i always keep it shaved)n starts giving light kisses on it.. he then stands n opens his pants n underwear n there pops out his 8″ dick which was shining.. he was decent enuf that he asked for an excuse went to the loo n washed it first, so even i tuk the decency to go after he came out to go n wash my pussy as it was already very wet n didn’t want to spoil the mood of such a wonderful intimate moment.. Wen i came he was knealing down next to the bed n held my hand n mademe sit on the edge of the bed n then told me to lay down..mylegs were down he seperated them n for a min or so he ran his fingers over my pussy n suddenly held my butt up wit his hands n was licking my pussy.. it was getting so uncontrollable that i started moaning n held his hair tight wit my fingers n was literally pushing his head towards my pussy n he was tongue fucking my pussy, i then couldn’t control n i leaked a bit.. he licked all myjuices n gave me a break of 2mins, i went n washed my pussy again got it dry.. i told him it was really nice n i wanted him to do it again in my way.. he smiled n said that he felt like as if the sex goddess commanded him.. i then told him to sit on the bed against the wall side n i stood up the bed took myself over his face n told him to get his tongue out, held his hair wit my fingers n got his tongue near my pussy n was rubbing my pussy against his tongue to n fro n told him to suck it,, it was such a heavenly pleasure that i was just about to leak again n i withdrew.. i then told him to lay on the bed completely n i started kissing him all over.. i came down till his dick n was playing wit my hand for a while n suddenly i started licking his balls first n he was like taken to7th heaven he said.. then slowly i licked his dick from the bottom to the top cherry n did so slowly covering all the sides of the dick n then from top of the cherry of his dick i tool the whole tool into my mouth n was sucking slowly first n then started increasin the speed.. he said he didn’t want to cum in my mouth.. i said i won’t let him do so.. he has his eyes closed n was enjoyin the feelin of his dick getting rubbed inside my mouth.. before he cud open his eyes i sat over his dick inside my pussy.. he opened his eyes in a flash i said the warmth of my pussy was great.. i then started moving up n down slowly at first n then increased my speed gradually n started pounding on his dick, the F******G 8″ dick was so very satisfying that my pussy didn’t want to leave it.. i was stroking up n down so much that my boobs were dancing heavily.. i then started moving sitting on the 8″ tool forward n backward.. told him that i wanted i leak so told him to get his body upwards n then told him to suck mynipples n while was doing that taking the pleasure out my, i was getting sucked n fucked at the same time.. then i leaked.. he immediately then turned me down to the bed without removing his dick from my heaven hole n started banging me in the missionary position first n then he turned me to doggie style n banged me even more hard.. he was holding my hair gently n in doggie style it was like he was riding me like a horse.. He then banged inside my pussy wit his dick knealing on bed n putting my leg on his shoulders.. he was then about to leak n he removed his dick n leaked on my stomach.. We were so tired after that…the whole one session took to 45mins..

We then washed ourselves n fell flat on the bed for a while wen my eyes struck upon the clock n then i wanted to leave as i was getting late.. he then thanked me for making his day n kept on kissin me as i was wearin my clothes back.. he too then got ready.. hugged me n said he felt bad that he was leaving the next day afternoon n wanted to meet me at airport if i didn’t mind..

I went back home n was thinking all night abt him.. then next day afternoon i met him at the airport right on time.. he again handed over a small gift to me n smiling said ” i shall meet u again soon”… we till date keep in touch wit each other.. But the first meeting can’t be forgotten till date.. (Indian Sex 4u, 2009)

Aunty seducing Bra sales rep

I was busy cleaning the house. It was raining heavily and was quite dark at half past 5 in the evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky from what’s left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole setting. Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and gazed out. Two more days were to go before my husband returned. He had gone on a business trip for a week and 5days had already passed. I missed him the most now, the last 2 days. I picked up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place the door bell rang.

I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. The young man shouted to make himself heard… “Are you interested in our product madam??” and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. I couldn’t resist myself laughing. I felt sorry for him and motioned him to come in. He smiled at me as he came in. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain? . He said that he lived 3 stations away and was done for the day. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.

He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He said “Thank you madam” and was standing in the corner of the veranda. I caught him staring at my thighs, then realised that I was still in my cleaning costume!!. My saree bunched up and tucked at my waist. He looked away quickly. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusely. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips. I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail .He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. “Oh, about that stuff. I am not interested (then I thought. may be he has some special variety that looks sexy and could surprise my husband when he is back ) , So I said ,”ok I will look at these. but you will have to wait since I am in the middle of cleaning the house. , “Is that OK?”. He nodded as he had nothing better to do.

I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep fleshy navel. I am 34 year old and have a pretty good structure. 36C, 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7″ tall. When at home I normally wear saree during the day and if I don’t have plans to go out, I don’t bother wearing panties or bra. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy.
I decided to tease him a little. I tucked my saree to my waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I could see his instant reaction. His eyes almost popped out. “Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?” With that, I started mopping , without waiting for his reply. I could notice that he wasn’t wasting any chance and was eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the bathroom. “you are almost dry now “, was my passing comment while leaving the hall. The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more.

I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I told him what he liked to hear. “Please hold the stool , will you? “. He nodded , “yes madam , the floor is wet. I shall hold it”. He bent down a bit and held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool. I had left the pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel . His face was actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to it , tucked my belly inwards a bit.

I had to stretch my hand wide , away from me and part my legs wider too , when I started cleaning the first blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip. I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up the pen. I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy. He seemed mesmerized for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.

I shifted uncomfortably and brought my thighs together. He recovered ,held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while , eyes riveted inside my saree until he was UP beyond that point and once again, stood at my waist level. My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple. He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I was cleaning the second blade.
Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move. He shook the stool gently and quickly said ..”Madam, the base of the stool is not good. I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe.” , with that his left hand was on my foot. The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. He was looking up at the fan. I was trying to concentrate. and muttered an aimless “Thanks” to him, tried to clean further . the last blade of the fan. Within a few seconds , I felt his hand creep up a bit . This sent shivers through me. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while.. Warning bells were ringing in my head. One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the ‘point of no return’ while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.

His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan. That was a very very different sensation and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. I gasped and stopped cleaning and looked down into his eyes. I could see a glint of fire in his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards.. While still looking at my face. His lips were parted only slightly. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy. His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his ‘killer’ hand right on my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert. I parted my thighs wider involuntarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on, in and around and all over my navel. He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely. He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. I jerked a bit. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds . I was ashamed but overwhelmed with excitement.

He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. He pinched my erect nipple over the blouse. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived deeper. He had a rough and long tongue . I felt as if his tongue took over the “Drawing circles” thing from his hand. He went round and round with his tongue inside me. My knees felt weak and I was shaking. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. It was just too much for me to take it all. one hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down .kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. while at the same time his unbelievably long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to express while his other hand ,. was busy pinching my nipple and massaging my breast.
Oh. It was all a bit too much for me . and I let out a loud scream. I could sense a very very strong orgasm building up inside me. I was all in flames.. The stool was shaking for real now. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before.. OOOOOH and aaaaah… with my eyes shut and all other senses wide open .. I was having the moments of my life. The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and increased the pace. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me..It went like “cluck … cluck.. schluk..cluck ” He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. That broke the dam. oh .I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime I went limp and stood panting for breath.
He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. He made me lie down. Before I could come to senses , he started undressing me. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. then, deftly untied the pettticoat and removed it off me as I lifted me waist a bit. He took it off my legs and now placed his hands on the blouse hooks. Thy were all unhooked 1,2,3,4 . and off. in a few seconds I was down to my birthday suit. He was feasting his eyes. He caressed me all over. His fingers travelled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots.
He, then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pant. I was wondering how come I failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me. He then sat by the side of me in the sofa and parted my legs. He inserted his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. I was beginning to doubt midway through, if I could take it in fully. In one final forceful motion he inserted it inside completely. I felt like It made all the way up to the base of my womb. He held my wide hip with his hands for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly. His hands crawled over to play with my erect nipples and pinch them gently. I was beginning to get turned on again and i started gyrating my hip in tandem . After a few minutes of moving his cock in and out.. he increased the tempo. He started doing it faster now.. and faster. HE bent forward to cup my now juggling tits. They were juggling due to his fast and strong movements . He held them softly and sucked my left nipple. I felt that I was amalgamated to him and moved my hip along with his to a high degree of accuracy. He sucked my pencil shaped light brown nipples left to right and right to left . back and forth pinching and sucking.. He bit on one of them gently with his teeth making me go berserk with pleasure. I brought my hands and ran along his hairy chest and caressed his nipples. They were nice to feel too. He was now emitting a low aaah aaah aaah. aaah in a constant rhythm. and me an eeerh. aaaaarh. eeeeekh in a shriller pitch. I caressed his back and felt his tight butts. pinched , slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area. This made me g crazy as it was one of my favorite things. I could feel him go stiff right at the same time i was running my hand along his butt crevice and he was biting with some force on one of my nipples at the same time. He was sucking at it real hard and I was beginning to build up at the same time. His body stiffened totally and after a few strokes he let out a loud ahh and i could feel him cumming all the way inside me. within a few more seconds I came once again too.. This one was better than the previous. I lay there by his side on the sofa in a pool of sweat completely drained out. After a few minutes he kissed me passionately on my lips.. It was a long one with his tongue finding mine (i could smell my own juices) and my tongue explored his lips which were surprisingly tender I tasted it a bit longer. I was feeling relieved to think that I was taking birth control pills that month.

I released myself away from him and found his eyes still ogling at my naked body.Stood up and ran to the bathroom to wash myself real quick. When I came back , wrapped in a towel. He was fully dressed by then and was standing in the hall with his sales box in his hand facing me. “May be you need buy some of our products madam ” . and came close to me . and lifted my towel and mockingly looked underneath and said “say. our panties. you seemed to be not wearing one!” My face became red and I brushed his hand away quickly. I said ” I guess it has stopped raining now?”. He smiled . nodded and said ” Thank your for everything madam . see you next time”.. and went for the door. Opened it .turned around . smiled and waved good bye and left. The enormity and implications of his “see you next time” stuck me just then and I stood there at the middle of the hall frozen. thinking. “What have I done!” (Indian SEX 4U, 2009)