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The sun was humming hard, it was afternoon and I was the sole resident of my double-occupancy hostel room. It was December in the midst of the mid-semester break. Only a fifth of the hostel was filled, however, beyond my room, at least five other rooms were empty on either side.

This was an atmosphere of boredom and vice was sure to come up. We all know what boredom leads to. In the humdrum of daily life, we occupy ourselves with mundane and so-called “important” tasks, but, deep down, the sole thing we want is to satiate our nastiest desires.

Already, a week had passed in the one-month long break. I had somehow occupied myself with a bit of studying, a movie here and then, and porn, loads of it. The college provided us with free, high-speed and unrestricted internet, and I was determined to take full advantage of it.

I started out with the vanilla straight stuff, but slowly and easily, my imagination and fantasies were being unchained.

I delved deeper into another category: sissy transformation videos. I discovered that I loved watching cocks, loved when cum came dripping out of them. How it spread over a woman’s face, I wished I was that woman.

I wished I was the one getting fucked. I wished I was the one having my butt-cheeks slapped and my nipples bitten, my body violated. I wanted to feel like a woman, to be desired and dominated.

The feeling was beyond my control. I started shaving my legs. I had long slim legs and I loved how smooth they felt when hairless. In no time, I was shaving my entire body, including my facial hair. From head to toe, I was totally hairless.

When I looked in the mirror, I used to have a strange turn-on. This is what I wanted to be like. But this was not enough. My slim body was also complemented by a bubbly butt, and I wanted to make it bigger by doing squats.

Every day, I had a bath, shaved myself completely and cummed on my face and swallowed it. I loved the taste of my cum. How sticky and smooth it was on my face, and how slutty it made me feel like the whores I watched in porn, the ones I wanted to be like.

I supplemented my sissy-hood by eating fiber to keep my ass clean. Now, I had all the reasons to explore my ass and know what it feels like to be fucked.

I had known about Grindr for a while since coming to college and knew it was the easiest way to realize my dreams. I started out slow, met a senior from a nearby college, and let him throat-fuck me.

He had a normal sized uncut cock and I loved it when he choked me with it. I joyfully swallowed his cum, but didn’t let him fuck me, which he respectfully agreed to.

I matched with another guy, the one who would fulfill my fantasies. He was 30 years old, unmarried and living alone, and working as a manager in some company, which I didn’t care to know about. We discussed our fantasies, he wanted to dominate me, to make me lick his asshole and to treat me like a cheap whore, which I was begging to be.

We exchanged our numbers after thirty minutes of chatting. We were both very satisfied with each other, having exchanged our nudes and face pics on Whatsapp. His body, evincing the time he spent in the gym, was in contrast to my slim one, an instant turn-on for me.

He was dark-complexioned and had a black mustache. He loved my bubble butt and my hairless body and asshole. A time and place were decided. We were meeting on a weekend, so we’d have plenty of time to explore each other. He was a gentleman, and offered to bring condoms and lube, and even asked me what I’d like to eat at dinner.

The anticipated day finally came. I started preparations at the earliest, I was to meet him in the evening.

I bathed and shaved myself to perfection, brushed my teeth and cleaned my ass. Fantasizing about him, I used a cucumber to stretch my asshole and make it ready for him.

I didn’t jerk my dick off so I would be horny and slutty for him. I put on a white t-shirt and grey pajamas with shoes. Lastly, I used strawberry lip-balm on my lips and a mouth-freshener for my breath. I took a cab to his place, and before entering, I put on some female perfume.

I knocked on his door and he welcomed me with a hug. His arms were big and strong, and he embraced me like I was his. The dinner was already served on his dining table, and he pulled my chair out for me and I promptly sat down beside him. There were also a few bottles of red wine, which we drank slowly as we started talking and eating.

It was a jovial atmosphere, he was eyeing my entire body which was turning me on. I was attracted to him more than ever.

The wine was showing its effect: he started stroking my thighs, gradually taking his strokes over my crotch. I was getting out of control now. I leapt out of my chair and into his lap.

He took my shirt off and we started kissing passionately, like hungry dogs. His warm, wet tongue was exploring every inch of my mouth and I was loving each touch of his. His hands were conquering the arches of my back and making their way inside my pajamas. His fingers found my asshole and started poking it.

Both of his hands were inside my pajamas now and with one push of his arms, he tore it off of me. My ass was naked and in his hands. He got up and pulled me by my hair, while I smiled the wicked smile of the slut I had become.

I entered his bedroom, he took off his clothes, and his black cock, at least 7″ and fat, was thrust into my mouth. I was gasping hard for breath, such was the size of his member, but he was showing me no mercy. He was throat-fucking me, filling my mouth with his precum.

The only time he gave me some reprieve was when he made me lie down face up and sat on me rubbing his asshole all over my face. I was begging for it, begging to be abused and loving every second of it.

After 20 minutes of throat-fucking and rimming, I was out of control, I was ready for anything. I would’ve done anything he made me to. He made me lie in doggy, while he finger-fucked my asshole, and then I tasted his fingers, tasted my asshole.

Soon, he put his dick slowly inside me. I gave a moan, but what was the use? I was his now. His to do with as he pleased.

Hope you liked this story. If you do, please let me know. I might make a second part to this based on your feedback. Cheers!

Hi ISS readers. Hope everyone is doing great with their respective sex life. This is Randy here residing in Mahadevapura, Bangalore

To tell about myself, I am a 22-year-old bearded enthusiast guy. I am always attracted to matured and married women who are in their early or late 30’s. I always look up to married unsatisfied women.

I love to smell women’s armpits. Eat hairy pussy and taste every inch of the body, and enjoy women’s bodies like hell. The most important thing is I love to turn black nipples to red color. I love to eat and pussy and make milfs to cry and slap their asses.

I love fat married ladies especially because I love the way those ladies show care and concern. After their marriage, husbands will try to ignore their wives due to the fat structure. I feel bad for those ladies and I try to make them happy and satisfied.

If any girls, married and matured women are looking for young dick, please do contact me at [email protected]

Hey guys, I am back with another story that happened a few weeks back. This is a story about the young Tamil virgin reader. She approached me after liking my way of presenting the story and exploring a woman’s body.

Coming to the story, it was ‪Friday evening I got a mail from a stranger named Vidya. She appreciated my story and said she felt good after going through it.

Vidya: Hi, Randy. I liked your story and felt good after going through it.

Me: Thank you, lady! What did you like in the story?

Vidya: I liked your way of approaching a woman’s body and it made me horny.

Me: Does your guy treat in such a way?

Vidya: No! Still, I am a virgin and I am interested in such activities.

Now I got to know what was she up to. I asked whether she interested in me and instantly she told yes. We then exchanged our contact number and we started to chat daily. Initially, it was normal but after a few days, we turned to sexting. She used to share all her private pictures.

I was very fond of armpits so she used to share those too. We decided to meet on Sunday because she too stayed nearby my place. On Sunday she was waiting for me in the café. I was late due to traffic. At first, looking at her structure I was dumbstruck for a while because she had a perfect figure.

I went close to her and hugged her. At that moment both felt good and we started our conversation.

Me: What made you remain a virgin with such a sexy figure?

Vidya: I was brought up in a traditional family. Hence I could not have that opportunity.

I told her that then I was a very lucky fellow to screw her virginity. I am eagerly waiting for it. Later I asked her can we go to Oyo rooms. for which she denied because she was scared. Then we decided to go to a movie. So we booked tickets to a Hindi movie in a theater which was less crowded.

Initially, she was hesitating to touch me. So I made a move and held her and made our lips to meet. It went for almost 2 minutes. Then she asked me to stop for a while and again our lips met. This time it was for almost 4 minutes. Later I kissed her neck region.

I later began to fondle her boobs and she was moaning like hell. Now it was time for the interval so we stopped our play. After the interval, I began to handle her boobs roughly. Then I made her sit down and asked to lay in such a way that no one can see us.

Now I removed her top and bra and her boobs free. I buried my face into her boobs and began sucking like there was no tomorrow. In the meantime, she started to stroke my dick. Later I wanted to explore even more of her body especially her main private part.

So I unzipped her pants and started to kiss milky thighs. It was making me hornier and also I gave her love bites over there. For which she started to cry and asked me not to do that. Later I undid her panty and removed it completely. I smelled her panty. It was like heaven and it made me go crazy.

This made me eat her pussy and lick it. For which she was unable to tolerate and she was squeezing her boobs. After eating pussy for good 3 minutes she asked to stop tempting her and insert my dick into her pussy. For which I denied initially and again I started to lick it.

Later she couldn’t tolerate and started to beg me for which I agreed. I began to rub my cock onto her pussy for a while. Then began to push my cock. Initially, it was very tight. I too felt pain in my cock. Later after several attempts, I was able to insert my cock into her.

At first, she was crying due to pain. Later she started to enjoy the pain. The remaining people who were around us knew what we were doing. But they did not bother us. At the same time, the movie was also about to finish. So we began to place our dresses as it was before on our bodies.

Then we had lunch together. She said she has to move to her place as it was a very painful day for her. So I told her that I will drop her, for which she agreed. I dropped her at her PG. For the final gesture, I lip locked her for a quick 2 minutes. She too responded very well that in front of her PG.

After half an hour she called and thanked me for the beautiful day.  From then our relationship has been carried on regularly.

After reading so many stories I wanted to write a story of my first gay experience. I was just about to reach 20 years old and I never had known about masturbation. I was in 12th grade. And speaking about myself, I’m slim, 5’6” of height, 55 kg of weight.

I have flat chest but my ass is a little bigger. I have a 5.7-inch cock. I always travel by bus to my junior college which was 45 minutes from my home. After two months of my junior college, I joined the football camp. It was from 5 pm to 7 pm after college.

So one day, after the camp, I took the usual bus. I went to my usual place which was near the back seat. As this bus is the last bus to my home, it was the most crowded. As expected the bus was crowded that day also. The last row of the bus had 5 seats, 2 on the left and 3 on the right.

The gap between these seats was my favorite spot. But something unexpected happened that day. A guy was standing in my usual place. So I stood near him facing the front. He looked 30+ and was well built. After a few minutes, he started touching my ass.

I thought it was by accident or because of the crowd on the bus. But after some minutes, he started to cup my ass cheek. I ignored that due to nervousness. I wasn’t mature and I didn’t know how to react to that. Maybe he took it as a green signal and he started grabbing both of my ass cheeks.

As it was so crowded, no one could notice us. So I stayed there with patience. I was getting pleasure as well as hard-on by the guy’s touch. It was a nice feeling. He continued that for minutes and my cock was wet because of that. And surprisingly his right hand was going towards my cock.

I was getting more and more nervous. His hand reached my bulge. He started rubbing his hands on my cock over my pants. He continued that until the bus reached my stop. I had the best day of my life. And I thought it wont happen again.

But the next day, after the camp when I took the bus, I saw the same guy on the last seat to the left. As usual, the bus was crowded and I went to my favorite spot. I stood there although he was sitting right next to me. He smiled at me and I smiled back. After a few minutes, he started doing his job.

He placed his hand on my ass cheek. I became very nervous and looked at the guy next to him. Thank god he was looking outside the bus and it was dark inside. Then the guy started pressing my ass cheeks over my pants. My cock started getting hard again. He was massaging both of my ass cheeks.

Now I was worried about getting caught. He moved his hands through the gap of my legs and he touched my balls. He was massaging my balls and cock. I was completely enjoying his movements. Then he started unzipping me. I got really nervous and looked everywhere.

As it was safe and no one was noticing us, I let him move his hands inside my pants. I thought this guy will massage my cock from the inside. But he had a different idea. He pulled my cock out and started stroking it slowly. I was paying attention to the guy next to him.

If he sees my cock, I might get caught. He made me turn towards him and put my cock into his mouth. I was in heaven when his tongue touched my red cock head. He was sucking my cock head slowly. After a few minutes, I realized that my stop was near and I zipped my pants.

I smiled at him and got down the bus. My cock was still hard until I reached my home. That guy wasn’t comfortable in massaging as I was wearing a pant. So the next day I decided to wear shorts. As usual, I took the bus and went to my favorite spot. Again he was there sitting on the same seat.

This time, it was a different guy near him and he was sleeping. I smiled at him and waited for him to get into action. As expected, he placed his hand on my ass cheeks. He rubbed for a few seconds and went down. He put his hands inside my shorts from under the shorts. He grabbed my undies and pulled it down.

He took his hand out and entered my shorts from my other leg and pulled the undies further down. Now it was like I don’t have undies inside my shorts. He started massaging my ass cheeks, and balls. And after a few minutes, he pushed his finger into my asshole. It pained a little.

He got his finger fully inside my asshole after a few pushes and pulls. I stayed there without doing anything. Then he started rubbing his finger inside my asshole. It felt a little weird. But after a few minutes, I started feeling good. My cock grew harder.

My shorts showed a bigger bulge as my undies were down. He was rubbing so fast and the pleasure was increasing. At one point, my legs were shivering and I cummed on my shorts. He stopped and pulled his finger out. My shorts were so wet. I was afraid to get home with the wetness.

I tried to cover it with my bag and as it was dark and no one noticed it, I rushed home. I managed to hide my wetness from parents. The cum was all over my undies, shorts and my thighs. When I reached my room, I suddenly removed my shorts to wash the pee.

I thought it was pee as I didn’t know anything about masturbation and cum. I found a piece of paper with a name and phone number on it. That’s when I knew that he wanted me to call him. Should I call him? I was thinking about the incident and also wanted to call him.

Finally, I made up my mind and called him. We talked about each other. He told me many things about sex, masturbation, and cum. At the end of the call, he asked me to meet him at his house. As it was Saturday and I didn’t have a class that day, I agreed to meet him.

I will narrate what happened next in the next part. Feedback on [email protected].

18 June 1985 Tuesday :

Kareema pointed the gun at Gihan and his friends. Soon four naked men with their clothing rolled up in their own hands, were seen running out of the boarding. Kareema had a hard time standing up and walking.

As she just stood up, she heard Anita calling for her, and soon enough, she was at the doorstep. Anita was surprised to see Kareema that way. She knew immediately what was up.

The two sat on the bed and Kareema told her everything that happened. Anita said they should tell the police about this, but Kareema disagreed. Because that would expose the gun they stole from Gihan. Anita said that there was only one another thing they could do about it then. Anita called Banduka, and she left for work in his car.

That day, Kareema stayed at home. She decided to go buy some birth control that day. She knew she wouldn’t be able to push off all men. Some men will come along the way that wouldn’t care either. Another horror struck her at the pharmacy when the pharmacist murmured his assistant this statement.

“She wears a veil, has no wedding ring, but needs birth control. That’s weird.”

Kareema heard it. She stopped for a second, before storming out of the pharmacy. As Kareema was heading back to the boarding, she couldn’t stop her tears. The statement by the pharmacist was like a knife to her heart.

“Oh god, why are you doing this to me? Why me? Please!” She murmured to herself, as she headed back, crying.

When she was close to the boarding, she saw a police officer with a gun, walking in front of the boarding, looking around. He was a tall, slender man with a thick mustache. With the white strings around his right wrist.

“Anyone home?” He finally asked, knocking on the door. Nobody answered. “Ugh,” he said, about to leave. It was then he saw Kareema looking at him, standing a few meters away from the place.

“Oh, hey ma’am,” he said, smiling, “Are you a boarder of this place?” He asked, closing in on her.

“Yes, officer,” Kareema said, lowering her gaze.

“Another boarder from this place said she has security concerns regarding this place. So I was sent to…Ma’am, are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone as he suddenly saw that she was crying.

“Yeah, it’s just a headache,” she said, trying to smile. He smiled back. She rushed into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.

“Do you have medication here, ma’am? I can bring some if you’d like,” he said.

“It’s ok, officer, it’ll go,” she said.

“Ma’am,” he said as he stood at the door, between the living room and outside parts, “I think you’re lying to me. You have no headache. You’re crying because of something serious, aren’t you?” He said, as he closed in and sat in front of her in a seat.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll see how I can help you,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Huh,” Kareema started crying loudly, hiding her face between her hands. She felt him standing up, walking towards her, and sitting by her on the sofa. She cried like that for a few minutes. Once she became less loud, she felt his right hand on her left shoulder.

She took her face out of her hands and looked at him.

“I know this isn’t the best time. But I’ll have to know what happened to help you. I’m sub-inspector Amal. What’s your name?” He asked in a comforting tone.

“Kareema…Kareema Zainab Rasooldeen,” she said as she laid her back against the back of the sofa.

“Mh,” he smiled, “beautiful name, just like you.”

These words made her blush in shyness. She smiled, through her watery eyes. They started talking casually. She told him about her story, except for the fact that she had been having sex with men all over the place ever since she moved in.

“So, tell me what made you cry, Kareema,” he finally asked.

She told him everything that happened the day Gihan first came, and the same day, except for one thing. She didn’t tell him about the gun they stole. She said it as if Gihan forced Anita even though Anita allowed it to happen, consensually.

He thought for a while. Then, he spoke.

“Hmm. I think you two should have reported this to the police as soon as the first scene happened. Now we can’t get anything proven because of the delay. But I can do the rest of my duty. I’ll keep watch on this house like this, okay?” Amal asked. Kareema nodded her head.

They were sitting very close to each other. It wasn’t long before Kareema started feeling his body heat, and smelling his manliness.

“Please, don’t let them get us again, officer,” Kareema said as she hugged him and placed her left ear against his chest. He was startled for a second, but he hugged her back.

“I promise, Kareema, and just call me Amal from now onwards. Think of me as your friend, and not as a police officer, okay?” he said, rubbing her back with his right palm. And soon enough, he kissed her head close to her forehead.

“Amal,” Kareema moaned, turning her face towards him and looking into his eyes, “why don’t you tell me how you really feel about me?”

Amal’s real feelings were one thing, but he was hesitant to say them. He thought that’d be abusing of authority.

“Well,” he stuttered, “I’m just here to…do my job…for two taxpayers…that’s it,” Amal said with a wide smile.

“Amal,” Kareema said as she bit her lower lip, smiled widely. She rubbed him from his shoulders up to his cheeks and stopped her palms on his cheeks, “I think you’re lying to me.”

Amal could keep his hands to himself. But his cock was betraying him. Its harness was already visible through his pants.

“Kareema, we can’t do this,” Amal stuttered, but Kareema rubbed him with her right hand down to his cock and grabbed it through his pants.

“Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, Amal,” she said in a sensual tone, as she started pushing his zip down, slowly.

“Oh shit!” Amal said as he face-palmed himself, hung his head towards the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes. Soon enough, Kareema relieved his cock of his pants and his underwear. She started sucking it, working all kinds of magic on it with her fingers, tongue, and lips.

Feeling it erect to its almost full size, Amal looked back at her face. She was looking at his face and tasting his cock like it was candy, holding it with both eyes. Soon enough it was fully erect.

“Fuck me, Amal, fuck me hard and fuck me right now. I’m all yours,” Kareema said, rubbing his skin up and down with her right hand.

“Come here,” Amal said as he held her neck with both hands, with his left hand from the front and his right hand from the back. He pulled her to his right side.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, and moaned, as he started sharing a kiss with her. Soon enough, two tongues met under the shield of four lips, and their eyes were closed, and throats were moaning inside.

Kareema kept rubbing his cock up and down. But when his grip on her neck started tightening, she let his cock and patted his left hand. He broke the kiss and left her neck immediately.

They kept looking into the eyes of each other, as Amal started loosening her headcover around her neck. Once her neck was exposed, he started eating her neck, starting to squeeze her right boob with his left hand.

“Aah, yeah,” she moaned, with her eyes closed and her face turned upwards. Her headcover fell off. He tasted both sides of her neck. Then he started unbuttoning her long dress and finally exposed her bra cups.

“Oh wow, they’re so big,” he said as he threw his arms around her body, hugged her tight and started kissing and biting her boobs.

“Aaah,” she moaned as she unhooked her bra from the back and let it fall off her shoulders.

He immediately grabbed her boobs and started sucking the right nipple, as working his fingertips on the left one.

“Ah, be gentle with me, Amal,” Kareema pleaded. Amal loosened his grip. Kareema went back to rubbing his cock up and down. He later started unbuttoning her dress down. Kareema knew what he wanted now.

She stood up and let the dress fall off her body. Amal immediately knelt at her and started pulling her panty down. Once it was at her ankles, she got out of it and kicked it away.

“Oh wow, so clean and beautiful,” Amal remarked her pussy, before pressing his mouth against it and eating it. She felt him licking, sucking, and slowly biting it from time to time.

“Ah, yeah baby,” she moaned rubbing her left fingers through his hair. Later he stopped tasting her pussy and started fucking it with his index and middle fingers together. She started moaning.

“Aah,” Kareema moaned and finished it as he pulled his fingers out. They were wet. He stood up. “Ready to have me inside of you now?” He asked as he started getting naked. Kareema nodded her head.

Amal got fully naked. He held her left arm with his right hand. “Show me a room,” he said. He took her inside the same backroom as Gihan did, and pushed her to the bed. Now the mattress was on.

“Ahh,” she moaned and smiled back at him as she hit the mattress. Soon, he also got on the mattress. He lied on his back with legs bent at the knees and driven apart. “Lie on top of me,” he commanded. She obeyed.

“Bend your legs,” he commanded again, and she obeyed, again.

“Press them against your breasts,” he commanded, and she obeyed, again.

He then wrapped his arms underneath her legs from behind to pick her up. He held her, holding the back of her neck with both hands. Her neck was bent forward almost sharply because of his tight grip. She felt the strength of his forearms below her thighs

She knew what to do. She guided his cock to her pussy with her right hand, and as soon as he felt his gland entering her pussy lips, he started fucking her. Obviously, in this position, he couldn’t fuck her with his full force. She kept moaning, and saying, “Fuck me harder.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moaned each time he fucked her. Her hair was being thrown back and forth with each thrust. By the time he let go of her, her thighs were marked in red due to his forearms being pressed against them hard.

He pushed her off his body and went to sit on the floor. His legs were slightly bent at knees and driven wide apart. “Come and sit on my cock, with your legs on both sides of me,” he commanded her and she obeyed.

“Hug my neck,” he commanded her, and she obeyed, again.

“Lean back,” he commanded her and as she obeyed, but he held her behind her back with his hands. She looked at his eyes, as he said, “What more are you waiting for? Ride,” and started riding him.

She kept looking at his eyes for a few seconds, before going forward for a kiss. They started sharing a kiss, with their eyes closed and his hands rubbing her back and hers rubbing the back of his neck.

His hands soon came to the front and started massaging her boobs. she responded by moaning into his throat. She finally broke the kiss.” You’re so amazing, Amal. I’m just so glad we met and met like this,” she said. He smiled.

“Yeah, baby, me too,” be said as he pushed a few hairs behind her left ear with his right hand fingers, before starting to taste the right side of her neck.

“Aaah, yeah Amal darling,” she moaned, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, equally tightly, and lifted her, as she stopped riding him. As she started sharing a kiss with him, with her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, he turned towards the bed and laid her on it slowly.

He came on top of her and while still sharing the kiss, he started fucking her. This time, he was fucking her with all his strength. Soon enough, he was about to come. They were both sweating like fountains.

“I’m gonna come,” he said.

“I’m not on the pill!” She said.

“Oh shit!” He said as he pulled out immediately and lost his load on her belly as Kareema was laying in the bed, exhausted. Amal came back with his hanky in his hand. He started wiping his juice off her belly and his cock.

His cock was small now. She looked at it and smiled.

“Yeah, it’s small again now, I know,” Amal said, in an unhappy tone.

“Come here,” Kareema said, signaling with her right index finger. Amal looked at her with a wide wild grin, put the hanky aside, and slowly laid on top her with his elbows on either side of her face against the mattress.

“It was awesome, Amal. No regrets.”

“Same about you, love. You’re amazing. But why did you turn to this life, instead of getting married?”

This reminded Kareema of her dead husband. Her eyes started watering in no time. Amal understood what that meant. “I’m so sorry, darling,” he said as he hugged her, sliding his hands under her body, slowly.

He rolled and took her on top of him, so he could hug her even better. He waited for her to break the hug. As she looked at his eyes again, he pushed a few of her hair towards the back of her left ear. They smiled at each other.

And a few seconds later, they started sharing a wild kiss, again.

Thank you for reading. Let me know your suggestions, comments, and even future plots if you’d like.

Send them to my email or hangouts on [email protected] or to telegram on @Sandupama94 (No “h”).

Dosto mujhe abhi tak yahi lagta tha ki sirf randiya apne tange kholti hai gair mardo ke samne. Mujhe nahi malum tha ki housewives bhi aise apne sex ko satisfy karti hai.

Mujhe us time bas yahi lag raha tha, “Kya meri mummy bhi aise kisi ke sath…?” Fir man bhataka ke dusre taraf karta tha taki ye sab mere dimag mein na aaye.

Hum logo ne kariban 1:30 ghante sath mein piye aur fir khana hua. Uske bad woh aunty ek dum nashe mein aa gayi thi. Unse theek se chala bhi nahi jaa raha tha. Abhishek ne mujhse dhire se kaha, “Ab dekhna kaise isko chodunga. Dekhega?”  Maine kaha, “Arey dekh legi toh?”

Usne kaha, “Tu darta bohut hai. Sali ko pata bhi nahi chalega subah tak kuch bhi. Isko dekh ke lagta hai ki hosh mein hai ye?” Woh dhire se us aunty ke pass gaya aur unhe apne god mein utha liya. Abhishek us aunty ko leke apne room mein chala gaya aur unhe bed pe feka.

Aunty jaise bed pe giri unki skirt puri uth gayi. Mujhe unki panty dikhne lagi. Ab Abhishek ne apne kadpe utar liye. Abhishek ka lund bohut bada tha. Usne aunty ke sare kapde utar ke unhe nanga kar diya. Unke sath sab kuch kiya lund chusaya unki pussy chati boobs chate gaand chati. Aur rat bhar unhe choda.

Maine khud subah ke 5 baje tak dekha. Aunty bich mein royi bhi Abhishek ne bohut rough sex kiya unke sath mein. Lekin subah jab 7 baje woh jane lagi toh maine dekha ki woh khush thi. Unke jane ke bad maine Abhishek se pucha, “Ye ro kyu rahi thi?”

Abhishek ne kaha, “Abey roti nahi hai. Ye sex mein maza aata hai. Tu bachha hai. Maza aata hai aurto ko gali deke karne mein. Dekh abhi jate time kaise khush hoke gayi. Apne pati se kabhi ye khusi milegi isko?” Abhishesk ab barbar us aunty ko lake masalta tha. Kabhi kabhi Nilesh bhi Abhishek ko join karta tha.

Dono milke us aunty ko rat rat bhar masalte the us room mein. Main jab bhi us aunty ko dekhta mere man mein humesha khatakne lagta tha. Abhishek aur Nilesh meri mummy ko chod rahe hai ye imagination mein aata tha. Lekin maine is bat ko kabhi real mein kabhi nahi socha tha.

Khair ab normal days chalne lage. Main bich bich mein meri mummy se video call pe bate karta tha. Main dekhta tha Abhishek bich mein aake mummy se, ‘Hi, hello’ jarur kar leta tha. Ek din mummy ka jhagda hua tha papa se. Mummy mujhse bate kar rahi thi. Main mummy ko samjha raha tha.

Abhishek ne humari puri bate suni. Fir jab maine phone rakha toh usne pucha kya hua. Maine use dhire dhire karke sab bat batayi. Usne sab bat suni humne daru bhi pi sath mein. Bohut der humlog bate kar rahe the is bare mein. Usne mujhse pucha, “Kya tujhe lagta hai teri mummy tere papa ke alawa apni tange kahin kholti hai?”

Maine kaha, “Nahi, maine kabhi nahi dekha hai. Kaisi bate kar raha hai tu? Meri mummy aisi nahi hai.”

Mere dost ne kaha, “Dekh Naveen main teri mummy ke bare mein kuch galat nahi kah raha hu. Tu ye mat samajh ki maine unke bare mein kuch galat kaha hai. Main bas ye puch raha hu ki jab tune kabhi ye sab dekha nahi hai toh itna pareshan kyu hai? Haan tere papa ka tension isi liye hai ki unki wife bohut hot hai. Unhe shaq hota hoga lekin it’s ok,itna soch mat tu is bare mein.”

Mera nasha halka sa tuta kyuki maine apne dost ke muh se hot suna. Woh bhi meri mummy ke liye. Woh khud bhi nashe mein tha. Maine usse kaha, “Tu meri mummy ke bare mein hot bol raha hai?” Usne haste hue kaha, “Are sorry dost mera matlab woh nahi tha. Woh conversation aisa tha na isi liye.”

Maine uske chehre ko dekha. Main jan raha tha ki usne soch ke hi ye word bola hai. Abhishek ne bohut pi rakhi thi. Usne kaha, “Dekh bhai main ek suggestion dunga. Tu apni mummy ko yaha pe bula le. Kuch din jagah change hoga unka man lagega yaha pe.”

Hum dono fir sone chale gaye. Aaj Abhishek ke muh se pahli bar maine meri mummy ke liye hot word suna. Sach kahu mujhe ek ajeeb si gudgudi si ho rahi thi. Kyuki maine Abhishek ko us aunty ko chodte hue dekha tha. Aur mujhe kai dafe lagta tha ki Abhishek meri mummy ki tange khol raha hai.

Maine meri mummy ko agle din convince karne ki koshish ki. “Aap yaha kuch din ke liye aa jao na. Holi sath mein rahenge fir aap chale jana.” Mummy ne kaha, “Acha ruko main tumhare papa se bat karke batati hu.”

Fir sham ko maine Abhishek se bat ki. Maine usse pucha, “Agar meri mummy aa gayi toh room lena hoga na mujhe.” Usne kaha, “Agar tujhe lagta hai privacy mein rahna chahiye toh ek kaam kar. Ye bagal wala room khali hoga is month. Main pahle se iske owner ko bol ke rakhta hu. Le lena tu.”

Kariban 3 din mein mummy ne papa se final karke mujhe kaha, “Acha aati hu waha tere pass kuch din.” Mujhe acha bohut laga sunke. Lekin mujhe nahi pata tha ki ye sab meri life mein kitna bada tufan leke aayega.

Meri mummy ne train pakad liya. Maine Abhishek ko bata diya tha. Main tab tak saman leke dusre wale room mein shift ho gaya taki meri mummy ko privacy mil sake. Train se lene ke liye main aur mera dost usi ke car mein gaye. Hum dono station pe wait kar rahe the.

Main aur mera dost wahi the jaha mummy ka coach B3 lagne wala tha. Meri mummy apna bag leke gate pe aa gayi. Unhone ne black rang ki saree pahen rakhi thi aur blouse bhi black rang ka. Unke cleavage saf saf jhalak rahe the unke blouse mein se.

Maine mummy ka bag pakad ke niche kiye. Fir woh dhire se niche utri. Maine Abhishek ko mummy se introduce karane ke liye uske taraf dekha. Halaki usne video call pe toh dekha tha meri mummy ko. Maine dekha woh meri mummy ke jisam ko ghur ghur ke dekh raha tha.

Uski nazar meri mummy ke khule blouse per thi. Uski aankho se lag raha tha jaise woh meri mummy ki jawani ko pi raha hai. Maine mummy se kaha, “Mummy yehi Abhishek hai. Aapne bat ki hai na?” Mummy ne kaha, “Haan bilkul, main janti hu tum introduce kyu kar rahe ho?”

Mummy usse hath milaya. Meri mummy ka hath pakde main Abhishek ki aankho mein dekh raha tha. Ek lahar si thi uski aankho mein. Ab hum log parking ke taraf badhe. Mera dost lagatar meri mummy ke jawan sharir ko ghur ghur ke dekh raha tha.

Bich mein kai bar uski nazar aur meri nazar takra rahi thi. Lekin woh aankhe dusri taraf kar raha tha aur fir se meri mummy ke sharir ko dekh raha tha. Mujhe samajh mein aa gaya ki ab Abhishek ki gandi nazar meri mummy ke sharir ko us hawas se dekh rahi thi jis tarah se woh baki aurto ko dekhta hai.

Sach kahu mujhe us samay aise gudgudi si ho rahi thi ye dekh ke. Lekin bas main isse jyada sach mein kuch aage ka nahi soch raha tha ki real mein ho. Aakhir woh meri mummy hai aur aise sochne mein aur real mein toh farak hai na.

Hum log gadi mein baithe. Fir main aur meri mummy bate karne lage. Mere dost se mummy ne pucha, “Tum bhi padhte ho kya sath mein?” Toh usne kaha, “Nahi meri padhai ho chuki hai.” Usne meri mummy se ye nahi kaha ki woh fail ho chuka aur ab bas admission vagera kara ke yaha paise kama raha hai.

Bat chit hote hote ghar aa gaya. Maine saman nikala aur sidhiyo se chadte hue hum log ghar ke taraf aa gaye. Main shidiyo pe dekh raha tha. Mera dost lagatar meri mummy ki matakti hui gaand dekh raha tha. Main aur meri mummy aander aa gaye room mein. Abhishek fir apne flat mein chala gaya.

Mummy ne kaha, “Tune ye room kab liya? Video call mein toh dusri room dikhti thi.” Maine kaha, “Mummy woh main Abhishek ke hi room mein rahta tha. Aap aa rahe the toh yaha shift ho gaya.” Mummy ne kaha, “Acha theek hai.” Fir maine mummy ke liye chai chadai aur mummy fresh hone chali gayi.

Main aur meri mummy chai pi rahe the. Mummy ne mujhse pucha, “Ye ladka age mein bada hai tujhse. Tu iska dost kaise ban gaya?” Maine bataya, “Ye senior hai humare college ka hi. Lekin abhi idhar hi rahta hai. Woh seniors log ragging lete the na toh isne bohut help ki thi. Fir dosti ho gayi.”

Mummy ne kaha, “Lekin tu padhta hai na? Awara gardi nahi karta na?” Maine kaha, “Nahi mummy, padhai ache se chal rahi hai meri. Aap tension nahi lo.” Mummy ne kaha theek hai.

Agar meri story pasand aayi toh mujhe mail kijiye [email protected] aage ka part agle kahani mein bataunga.

Hi ISS readers, this incident took place on the eve of my girlfriend’s birthday. As you know from my previous story, I and Manisha, my roommate-turned-girlfriend have been dating since day 1.

We used to have sex every weekend and as her birthday approached, I wanted to give her a surprise. I knew that one of Manisha’s deepest desires was to get gangbanged.

So I asked my close friend Ashok and his roommate Ajay to come to my apartment to fuck my girlfriend. I always knew that both of them ogled at Manisha and wanted to have some intimate time with her. I too liked to watch my girlfriend getting fucked by my friends.

On the day, I asked Manisha to wear the red-netted saree that I had purchased for her. She was looking smoking hot in that dress and her cleavage was clearly visible. Looking at her in that dress, any guy would lose his control.

As the evening approached, I was getting too horny and was starting to lose control. Just then the bell rang. I asked Manisha to open the door.

My friends Ashok and Ajay entered the apartment and were awestruck after looking at my gf. Manisha hugged both of them as they gave her gifts.

All four of us then sat down for some beer. Soon Ajay started staring at Manisha. He slowly removed his shirt and put it on the floor. Ashok too followed him. Manisha started feeling awkward.

I told Manisha that they were here to fulfill her deepest desire. Manisha was initially shy but later she agreed.

I slowly went near Manisha and removed the pallu of the saree and put my face on her blouse in her cleavage and smooched her. Ashok and Ajay were getting horny and Ashok’s bulge was looking too big.

I knew that Ashok was very eager and hence I asked Manisha to undo his pants. She undid his pants and underpants. Manisha got scared looking at his cock. It was 10 inches long and had a good girth! I was also shocked.

Ajay, on the other hand, had his tool in his hand and was stroking it. Then I removed Manisha’s saree and her blouse. Ashok was thrilled to see my girlfriend’s boobs tucked inside her red floral bra.

Ashok who was now very wild tore apart Manisha’s petticoat and panty! Then he slowly entered into my girlfriend’s soft pussy. Manisha was trembling and her body had become cold. Ashok slowly pushed his 10-inches into Manisha who was now moaning loudly.

Meanwhile, Ajay and I undid my girlfriend’s bra and sucked each of her boobs. The room was soon filled with Manisha’s lusty moans.

Ashok: Manisha you look so hot, I always wanted to fuck you..

Manisha: Ahhha.. Aaaahhaaahhh.. Ashooooookkkkk.. aaaaaaahhhaaaa.. Slooooowwwlly..

Myself: Ashok, please don’t cum in her.

Ashok: Ok, bro. I won’t.

Soon I realized Ashok was about to cum so I grabbed his cock and removed it from my girlfriend’s pussy. Just as I removed, he came all over my face and Manisha’s left thigh.

Manisha then pulled me to her face and licked Ashok’s cum off my face. Manisha had orgasmed twice by now and was very tired. I knew this was the time to give her my gift.

I slowly entered Manisha’s soft pussy while she sucked Ajay’s 8-inch cock. Ajay was feeling so horny that he squeezed Manisha’s boobs so hard and bit on them.

I then rammed my girlfriend effortlessly and her moans were driving me crazy. I felt my cock was way bigger and harder now. Just as I was about to cum into Manisha, Ajay had cummed into Manisha’s mouth. I too took the chance and ejaculated into her pussy.

Manisha too was squirting at this point and she loved to have three naked men around her. She held on to Ashok’s giant 10-inch cock and dragged it towards her mouth. She sucked his cock after swallowing Ajay’s cum.

Ajay by now had slept on the couch nude. Soon Ashok too cummed in my girlfriend’s mouth and her face and mouth were now covered in cum.

I was very happy that I had given Manisha an awesome gift. Her desire to get gangbanged was fulfilled and so was mine. I had now impregnated her. I knew that now Manisha was all mine and no one could separate us. That night all of us slept together cuddling our naked bodies.

The next morning, I woke up to the moans of Manisha. My friend Ashok had his 10-inch tool all the way into Manisha’s pussy. Ashok also had a bottle in his hand. He soon pulled out his massive tool and started filling the bottle with his sperms.

I then woke up Ajay and asked him to fuck Manisha. Ajay’s 8 inches was rock hard and as it entered Manisha’s pussy, she started feeling good. She enjoyed his cock and to my surprise, Ajay too cummed into the bottle into which Ashok had cummed. All this while I was masturbating watching my girlfriend fucked. I too then came into the same bottle.

Ashok then asked Manish to drink all the jizz in the bottle but she denied. I then asked all to pose for a nude selfie.

Just then, Manisha took the bottle which was filled with jizz and poured it over her head! She looked like a cum-princess. She was drenched in jizz. Her hair, face, and breasts were covered with our jizz. All of us then took a shower together.

This experience was one of the best. My girlfriend conceived a child but we decided to abort the child. We had informed Manisha’s parents that she got pregnant but we aborted it. Now we are engaged and our marriage is to take place soon. Ashok and Ajay often visit us and we end up fucking Manisha together.

I have one more incident to narrate wherein Manisha arranged me to fuck one of her Canadian classmates Catherine and Missy. I shall narrate the incident some other day. Till then, masturbate to this spicy Indian sex story.

This is not a regular ISS Sex story. It is a slow burner with sex in a few chapters but driven by plot. I’ll write more based on the feedback I receive on it. Please contact me only based on the story to [email protected]. No sex chats or personal messages, please.

Meghna’s parents were over the moon. They were always told that her beautiful daughter would bring them good fortune. But this was huge, they got a proposal from an NRI groom. For those in her small village, marrying their daughter to a city boy is a herculean task. But, now they are sending her daughter to America.

Meghna was the kind of woman for whom kings used to go to war. She had the cute features of a doll while having the perfect proportion which many girls don’t get even after sweating in the gym for years. She was around 5’6″ which was tall for an Indian girl.

She could have been in modeling or movies had she not been born in a small backward village. Marriage proposals started for her ever since she was 18 years old. She used to get countless love letters from boys and even teachers. But she always knew how important it was to maintain the honor of her family and never responded to any of them.

She always wore full-length loose salwar kameez to hide her shape. She was both excited and nervous about moving to the USA right after marriage. Meghna’s parents were so happy that they were ready to sell their ancestral land to give the 1 million in gold jewelry as dowry.

This was demanded by the groom’s family. He also spent another 1 million on the wedding to make sure that everyone in the village was awestruck by their marriage. Unfortunately, Meghna’s prince charming wasn’t that charming in reality.

Prasad was a below-average student and had completed his BE in some unknown college. He struggled for close to a year to get a job but remained unemployed. Then an agency suggested that he join some shady University in the USA and then work as an F1 visa.

After getting his fake degree and using an agency to make fake references. He finally got a job in the USA. With half his money going to repay the educational loan and some for his family expenses. He had nothing in his bank balance.

His parents tried getting him a bride in his city. But they were alert enough to do a background check and then rejected him. He was already 31 but his hair was falling out. Then a marriage broker suggested getting a village girl as they don’t know much and would be docile to him once he married.

His parents told them that the groom doesn’t have enough leaves. So he will directly come to marriage and take her to the USA. Meghna’s parents fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

On the wedding day, there was a huge shocker for Meghna’s parents. The photos they shared before were heavily photoshopped. The groom was older, shorter, fatter and bald than what they imagined. He was barely an inch taller than Meghna.

As a pre-rehearsed script, the groom’s parents blamed the broker for sharing his older pics. He also lied that the groom was 27 but he was 31 making an 11-year difference between him and Meghna. The prince charming became the ogre.

But, as expected, Meghna’s parents didn’t have the guts to cancel the wedding and become the laughing stock of the village. Meghna decided to take it optimistically and hoped that her husband compensates by caring for her well after marriage.

The marriage was done and soon Meghna found herself in the USA. Prasad could never believe that he got a wife who was way out of his league. Having sex with her made him feel empowered. He kept changing his Facebook photos along with his wife to show his friends what kind of a catch he has.

Meghna was so happy with the love and affection he showed at the start. She was enthralled by the difference between the USA and her village. But after 6 months, she slowly started coming out of the trance.

Prasad’s mother was afraid that he might stop sending money after getting enslaved by his wife. So she called him every day and reminded him to ‘keep her in place’. He purposefully didn’t enable international calling on her mobile. So she always calls her parents in his presence.

She slowly realized that almost all his colleagues and friends lived in a better apartment in good areas. While her house was a 1 bedroom with hall and kitchen integrated into one. The building looked worn down and the area was sketchy.

She was the only Indian family in that area. It was dominated by African Americans and Mexican immigrants. Prasad was driving a 2005 Toyota Corolla instead of the Audi A4 they saw in his pictures. He hardly took her out to fancy restaurants or bought nice dresses. He always kept stressing on ‘building a future for them with small sacrifices’.

One of the tenants in the apartment was a meth head junkie. The Mexican families never bothered to even talk. Her neighbor was an old African American named Steve Taylor who was a veteran who works as a security guard. He always tries to do small talk with Meghna.

Meghna loved to have him as a father figure around. Meghna was an outgoing personality who kept herself in check to avoid being accused of ‘leading the boys’. But now that she was married, she openly talked with Prasad’s friends and wives during the get-togethers.

Once the phase of boasting by Prasad was over, he started to feel insecure about himself. He was afraid that a girl as beautiful as Meghna might end up cheating with his friends. Slowly his feeling became an obsession. He stopped informing Meghna about these get-togethers.

He started giving lame excuses to avoid hanging out. Meghna started to suspect that but she had no choice but to silently take it. After all, it’s her husband and she has to keep him happy. But she was getting bored every day. She was afraid to even go out for a walk as the neighborhood was dangerous as said by Prasad’s friends.

One afternoon, she was sitting on the bed crying when she heard a sound from the next room.

“Oh oh si si. Fóllame más fuerte, gilipollas, si…si…puta madre… oh.”

It was coming from her neighbor Steve Taylor. She put her ears to the walls and kept listening. The other woman was probably a Latina and she was yelling more Spanish words. She could sense the guttural noise that was coming as she was in the height of her passion.

The noise went on for around another 15 to 20 minutes until she gave a loud shriek to announce her orgasm. They rested for around 10 minutes or so and went on for another round. Meghna was amazed to see the stamina of that old bull. Her sex with Prasad was underwhelming to put in a mild way.

He would play with her breasts for around 5 minutes and then mount on her. Then after a few thrusts, he would come out in a minute or two and then roll over and sleep. Meghna never had an orgasm yet in her life after nearly 6 months of marriage.  His stamina has improved to a max of 5 minutes but still, he always left her unsatisfied.

Once Steve and the woman finished and she began to move out. Meghna kept her eyes at the peephole to see who it was. She was shocked to find that it was Esmeralda, the assistant to the landlord. She was in her 40s, married and had a teenage daughter and a school-going son.

Meghna couldn’t believe that she would cheat on her husband with this old man. Also, she couldn’t believe that Steve of all the people would do this. He was a gentleman and she swore he looked at her like a daughter. How could he do this? Now she was feeling what he was thinking about her too? Was he sizing her up too?

But as days went by, she couldn’t stop but wait for the next time they got together. She used glass on the window to listen to their sounds. She was getting more and more curious to watch it. These sounds were becoming music to her ears in her soulless sex life.

She was getting addicted to it just like the meth heads were. She would get frustrated on the days where Steve had a day shift. She could no longer talk to Steve. Spending 2 minutes talking to him made her panties wetter than her foreplay session with Prasad.

Her mind couldn’t stop but sizing him up as he stood booming at 6 ‘3”. She prayed to God to give her strength not to do something she will regret her entire life for.

This part of the story is written based on a suggested plot by a reader. So it’s not occurring right after part 13, but sometime later.

17 March 2001 Sunday :

By now it had been pretty much one and a half months since Kareema got married to a guy named Bhanu. That will be explained in more detail in later stories.

Kareema was around 35 by now, and as curvy and hot as ever. Now Kareema was officially married. Since Bhanu was a somewhat conservative man, the new couple weren’t being all that careful with birth control and things. He already had loaded into her multiple times by now.

Another marriage took place the same day as that between Kareema and Bhanu. That was between Anita and Channa, but more about that later. The importance of this other marriage was because the two couples had arranged a spouse swapping session to be carried out on this day.

It had been six weeks since they all got married, and Amal was trying his best. But Kareema still hadn’t started showing signs of pregnancy. So they thought there was no problem arranging this session anyway.

In this part, I decided to focus only on the sex session between Channa and Kareema. If any reader requests me, I’ll write the session between Bhanu and Anita in a later part.

Until then, peace, and now let’s enjoy the story.

12:38 pm :

Channa was waiting behind Kareema, impatiently, for her to finish her work so he could start using her up to his heart’s content.

“Damn, just finish it already,” he murmured to himself.

Finally, the prayer was over. She put the prayer mat aside and turned towards Channa.

“Let’s do it, Channa,” she said in a sensual tone.

“Come on, my darling,” Channa said as he took her shoulders in his hands and pulled her towards himself.

“My goodness,” he said with a smile. His hands were placed on her each cheek and squeezed them lightly with his index and thumb fingers. “You’re as beautiful as ever. Still reminds me of the first day we saw each other.”

She blushed in shyness and then smiled widely. She slowly rubbed him up to his cheeks and placed her palms on his cheeks. “You too, Channa, still reminds me of the day you had me in your office. I could hardly even walk that day.”

“Uh oh,” Channa smiled, “don’t worry, my dear, I’ll be easy with you this time. After all, we’re both old people now.”

“Come on, we’re not so old,” Kareema said with a fit of fake anger, and then she smiled again. “So, enough talk. Let’s get busy already.”

“Aww, girl, can’t wait to have me inside, aye,” Channa said, as he slowly pulled her closer. Their eyes closed, their lips opened, and their tongues entwined with each other’s, as they started sharing a kiss.

Both were holding each other’s heads tightly, eating each other’s mouths like madly, moaning into each other’s mouths. They left each other’s heads and started making each other naked, soon enough. As she unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled her headcover off her head.

He kissed her again and again, making a mushy sound, towards the left side of her neck. He started eating her neck, holding her tightly against himself, and pushing her towards the wall to her behind.

He stopped after he hit her against the wall. “Ahh,” she moaned, with her eyes closed, and face turned upwards. He kept tasting her neck and started pulling her dress off her body. Once he did that, she was in her undies.

His hands immediately went to her waist and rubbed her up to her boobs. He grabbed them over her bra. He moved from eating her neck to eating her collar area. As he started massaging her boobs, she rubbed him from his shoulders towards the chest area and pulled his shirt apart.

He broke the kiss and put his shirt aside. He was looking at her eyes sternly as he got half-naked. At once held her wrists with his hand and pinned her against the wall, making her go, “Ahh.” She kept looking at him motionless.

He closed in for a kiss, but she turned her face to her left side. He closed in and suddenly licked her along the right side of her neck. It made her shrug a little, with her eyes closed. She went “aaah” as he did so.

He pulled away from her neck. As she opened her eyes and turned her face towards him again, he made her forearms parallel over her head, and kept them pinned using his left hand, and suddenly held her neck with his right hand.

As he closed back in, she turned her face away again. But he held her jaw and turned her face back forward. As their four lips came together, their eyes were closed. She started rubbing her right thigh against his left leg.

He suddenly broke the kiss, left her wrists, held her shoulders and turned her towards the wall in one go. He pressed her against the wall, as she turned her face to her left side and moaned “Ahh,” with a smile. He then unhooked her bra and pushed it off her shoulders.

She went “Ahh” again as he held her shoulders again and turned her towards himself. She held her head with both hands and pulled him into a kiss. While kissing her back, with their eyes closed, his palms went to the sides of her hip, and up to her boobs. He grabbed them at once. She went, “Hmmm.”

He kept grabbing and releasing them a few times. She then placed her hands against his chest and pushed him off. He held her wrists with his hands and pinned them against the wall on either side of her shoulders.

He closed in for a kiss, but when she bent forth, he went back. He then repeatedly kissed her chin, her right jawline, her neck, down to her right nipple. He kept her pinned and run his tongue around her nipple a few times.

She went “Ahh,” and bit her lower lip as she closed her eyes and turned her face upwards. Nibbling her nipple with his tongue, he rubbed her forearms towards her fingers, sent his fingers between hers and they held each other’s hands. He started sucking her nipple hard, making a  sound.

Later, he slowly bit it. She let out a long moan until he released her nipple. He then let go of her nipple and her hands. She pushed down his underwear and took his half-erect dick in her right hand. As she started rubbing it up and down, he took her neck in his left hand.

He pinned her against the wall and started sharing a kiss with her. His right hand went into her panty and started rubbing her pussy lips up and down. His middle and ring fingers placed inside her pussy. She was going into his mouth. He felt her wetness in her pussy.

His left hand started tightening around her neck, and the right hand started fucking her pussy faster. She was losing breath, so her right hand held his left wrist as a signal to loosen her neck.

He broke the kiss but still held her neck tightly. She went “Ooh” while trying to push his hand off with her both hands. He was still fucking her pussy hard with his right hand, and that was making her weak.

“Aah!” She let out a long painful moan before finally pushing him off with her left foot. As soon as he let go of her, she leaned against the wall to her knees. He came forth and held her hair.

“Suck it,” he said as he started pushing his now almost fully erect cock into her mouth. She started taking in as much as possible. It wasn’t long before he held her hair tightly with both hands. He started fucking her mouth hard, making her go “Guk, guk, guk,” as she held both thighs close to his genitalia.

Later, he held the back of her head with both hands and got her pressed against his cock to his fullest. When he finally let go, she made an “Oak” sound. Her eyes were watering. His cock was slippery wet now but she kept rubbing it and sucking it a few times more.

He held her by her arms and pulled her to her feet. This time, he shared a kiss with her smoothly. He turned her towards the bed and said, “Get into position,” as he slapped her left ass cheek.

“Aaah,” she moaned with a smile as her fat ass cheek jiggled.

She lied on her back on the bed with her head on the pillow. Her arms were extended along the body, her legs were slightly bent at the knees, driven apart and raised.

He first knelt, pulled her legs apart and started eating her pussy. Feeling his teeth, lips, and tongue against her most sensitive parts was laying her struggle in bed, almost screaming.

He held her thighs tight, keeping her in position. Her fingers were running through his hair, and once, she wildly scratched the nearby wall.

“Oh god, oh god, please, get inside of me. I can’t take this anymore. Please, baby,” she finally said.

He put his hands on her hips, and she threw her ankles on his strong shoulders. He entered from behind and penetrated very deeply. She squeezed his wrists with her palms, moaning, closing her eyes as she laid back fully, preparing for the hammering.

He started hammering her. She went “Ah,” each time he penetrated her. His lower abdomen was hitting hard against her ass. She has her eyes tightly closed and her head hardly pressed against the pillow.

While fucking her, he pulled his belt away from his pants nearby. He pulled it around her thighs close to her belly, and tightened it, making her thighs pressed tightly against each other. She felt his cock press even harder against her inside.

She opened her eyes and looked at him only after he was done tightening the belt. She saw how tight the belt was. Still fucking her, he rubbed her up to her boobs and held them with both hands. She held his wrists again.

For a while he kept fucking her, holding her boobs. Then, he rubbed her up to her neck and held it with both hands. She was moaning again and again. He was now biting his teeth.

He was fucking her with full force, wanting to release his load inside of her. They were both sweaty and his grip around her neck was tightening.

“Ah,” he was groaning almost like a wild animal. She coughed, clinging onto his arms, tightly. Their nails were digging into each other’s skin, but they both were too wild to feel any pain. She was struggling for breath, though.

“I’m cumming!” He finally moaned, and with a few more hard thrusts, loaded his entire self into her pussy. He finally let go of her neck, and she, his wrists.

He fell to the floor. She loosened his belt, put it aside, and slowly laid by his left side. By now he had started to feel the cuts her nails made on his skin, but he didn’t care. She closed on with her right cheek against his left arm and placed her left palm against his chest.

He turned towards her. “How was that, Kareema?”

“Hmmm,” Kareema smiled, “you’re still as strong as you were back then, Channa. You surely made me pregnant.”

He smiled back, and pushed some hair away, exposing the frontal and left side areas of her neck. It was then she saw the deep, bloody marks on her neck, made by his nails.

His eyes widened. “Kareema, I think you need medication,” he said trying to stand up, but Kareema stopped him.

“It’s okay, Channa, you still know how to hurt me the way I love it, don’t you?” Kareema said with a wild smile. She rubbed the right side of his face with her left hand and rubbed her thumb fingertip against the right ends of his lips.

“Now come and lick my wounds, like a good boy,” Kareema said, at once.

“Woof, wood,” Channa said, as he got on top of her, held her hair tight in both hands and pulled them down.

“Aaah,” she moaned, turning her face up, exposing her neck fully.

“Ah,” he made a sound as he placed his mouth against a cut he made on her skin.

She felt her neck burning, as his wet tongue hit it. “Aaah,” she moaned again, arching her back, and tightly holding his hair with her both hands.

I hope you enjoyed the story. From the next part, we’ll return to the usual timeline of Kareema’s story.

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Hello, My Dear Readers. This is a special story. One that has taken me a lot of time to write. It is an experiment by all means. I hope you all like it.

Virtual Sex is now a very common phenomenon, and this story is how a son uses a sex simulator to satisfy the cravings he has for his mother. This is an original plot. But I have used imaginary names from my earlier story ‘Celebrity Sex News’.

All characters mentioned in the story are fictional. Happy Reading!

My name is Ashwin. I am 21 years old and doing my engineering in computer science. I have always been interested in the magical world of computers and programming. From a young age wanted to be an application designer. I was also fascinated by video games.

I spent most of my time trying to develop mini-games and support programs. While programming and video games were my biggest interest.

I was also completely addicted to my 41-year-old hot mom, Meena. As much as I loved my mother. I also found extreme pleasure in fantasizing about my mother in the dirtiest and humiliating situations.

It started with imagining my mother in hot clothes worn by actresses, and then in bra and panties advertisements found in magazines.

Soon I was picturing her in place of bikini models, in fashion channels. Then in steamy sex scenes from Indian movies. In a month, I had started imagining her in the porn movies I watched.

But I wasn’t done just yet, I wanted more. More filthy stuff that could satisfy my insane craving for having my mom objectified. I wanted to control her humiliation.

That is when I realized the power of my mind and my skills. I had created many simulation programs as college projects, and I decided to develop a ‘Sex Simulator’.

To start with, I had to make a model of my mom. I uploaded a picture of my mom in a red saree, as a base for the same. I added my collection of porn videos to the program database. It was around 5 TB of space. I also added hot Indian videos from movies and web series.

It took me two weeks to complete the coding of the program, and add the option of selecting different sexual scenarios and participants.

I was also able to mod games like Grand Auto Slut, Bitch 3 and Mafia 77, and had created a Virtual Sex Game with an open world. The simulator had options of POV, ULTRA HOT, FREE ROAM and STORY MODE.

I further uploaded pictures and body types of the men I wanted to see fucking my mom. It was a big list and included everyone from my friends to my family members to random people from the internet.

I also added plenty of movie actors and sportspersons. And though I wasn’t fully sure about it, I also uploaded a picture of myself. I was thoroughly excited to start using the simulator and double-clicked the icon. The icon was a zoomed picture of my mom’s thick red lips.

‘MEENA MUMMY CAN’T WAIT TO GET HER HOLES FILLED’ said the welcome screen of the simulator, as soon as I opened it. Just reading it made my cock hard.

My mom’s picture appeared on the screen, and the model was almost perfect. She was still in her red saree and black sleeveless blouse, but with just the click of a button, she turned completely nude.

The program was working, I had done it! And I considered defiling my mom’s modesty my biggest achievement.

Though my mom’s thick body of size 36-27-37 had come out really well, the model still needed a few corrections. I adjusted her height to 5 feet 6 inches and typed in her weight as 60 kilograms. And along with her fair creamy skin and silky black hair, she looked younger than her age, just like in real life.

The simulator had automatically chosen a clean-shaven pussy for my mom. I always wanted to know how her pussy would look, and choose to give her trimmed triangular-shaped pubic hair.

My mom looked like a real porn-star now, and nobody would believe she was a conservative housewife from India.

To make her look more ‘Desi’, I put a red bindi on her forehead, applied pink lipstick and also made her wear a golden mangalsutra. My mom, Meena, was ready to be taken.

The simulator had the option to control the speed of the thrusts, the intensity of the scene, positions and everything related to sex. I could also just randomize the scenarios and auto-play if I wanted to simply watch and fap.

I clicked ‘RUN’ after I selected the ‘ULTRA HOT’ option. The program was live, and my greatest dream of making a slut out of my mom was going to become ‘virtually’ true.

My mom stood naked in her wardrobe. I could choose any dress. I could make her wear anything. I could even make her walk out of the house completely naked. I was controlling my mom, and I couldn’t believe it.

‘ULTRA HOT’ mode allowed me to play any scenario, and also add any number of participants. I wanted to see how smooth the program would run and decided to simulate group sex with 18 men.

Yes, I was going to overlook my very own mom’s gang-bang. As much as I felt like a shameless pimp, I also felt like a champion who just captured the world. I decided to use film actors as participants for the gang-bang. I wanted to make mom feel like a high-class whore.

To be frank, that was a luxury I was giving my mom. I could have easily made her get group-fucked inside a dirty toilet by filthy street beggars if I wanted to.

I fixed a mansion owned by Bollywood superstar, Amithej Bajwa, as the location for my mom’s gangbang. This was getting really exciting, and the simulation started.

Dharamveer: Amith Ji, I am surprised Anashwara is not here, tonight. It is normally your daughter-in-law you offer us. What is the whole point of the party, if she is not here?

Amithej: It is somebody very special, this time, Dharam Ji.

Dharamveer: Who is it then? Your old cunt, Jayanthi? Hahaha.

Amithej: It is somebody you can never imagine to have. I present to you, the hottest Indian mother – Meena!

As Amithej pushed open the door to his luxurious master bedroom, I saw my mom, completely naked, on a king-sized bed. It was a sight beyond words could explain. Her perfectly shaped firm boobs and her thick curvy bare body could make the whole of India rain cum, within seconds.

I couldn’t wait any longer to start playing. I skipped the cut-scene, with the dialogues, and moved straight onto the action.

“What should I do… What should I do…? How do I want the first alien touch on my mother’s pure body to be?” I had all these thoughts running in mind when I first took control over procedures. It took me 5 minutes to start focusing, but soon I was on track. My mom’s humiliation had begun.

My mom was sucking Dharamveer’s 84-year-old cock, while she stroked Amithej’s 77-year-old prick. It took my mom just 12 seconds to make Dharamveer cum. He shot all his load inside her mouth. Amithej too lost control and discharged 10 seconds later.

Their aged cocks could not handle the pleasure my mom gave them. But, they were experienced enough, to get their cocks back to being erect, to fuck her holes.

I clicked a few buttons, and immediately the younger generation of actors was also on the large bed. Sridhar Malhotra, Tarun Dhewan and Lion Shroff had come ready to be satisfied by mom.

Tarun quickly pushed his cock in my mom’s mouth, while Sridhar and Lion had their cocks in each of my mom’s hands. She kept blowing and stroking their cocks, as Dharamveer and Amithej kept poking and drilling her holes.

That is when I let Satbir Kapoor and Sadveer Singh enter the room.

“Let’s share Meena like we shared Deepali.” They laughed out loud, together.

Dharamveer and Amithej had cum inside mom’s holes, and they made way for the sex-addicted meats of Satbir and Sadveer. All 5 young cocks, being satisfied by my mom, grinned, looking at each other. They had all fucked Deepali Padamsee, too.

Sadveer felt jealous over the fact they had all fucked his wife, and he took out his anger on my mom. Fucking her ass, he pulled her hair back, hard, and also slapped mom’s ass cheeks, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

The sound of her ass-cheeks being slammed was so loud and had turn red with pain. Sadveer filled my mom’s ass with his sticky juices, and Satbir did the same to my mom’s pussy. Both her holes over-flowed.

Tarun, still mouth fucking my mom, held her head tight with his hands, pushed his cock deeper, and made sure she gagged with his jizz. Mom stopped stroking Sridhar and Lion, and instead, took them in her mouth, one by one, gulping their white creamy semen.

All the men fell on the bed with pleasure. Mom was just hoping to get a break when the ruthless Navas Sidiq stormed into the room. She could already feel her holes stretched wide and hurting.

Navas destroyed my mom, fucking her like a street whore. He rammed his cock in, wearing the same condom, he had used on 9 other women, since the morning.

“Sometimes, I feel I am Sex. Meena, you bitch, consider yourself blessed I am cumming inside you,” Navas told my mom, taking his dick out of her ass. And, removing the condom, he fucked her pussy, bareback.

My mom was moaning loud, and almost crying, when Akash Kumar came in. His big thick dick was as good as Navas’s, and he packed her mouth with his fuck-pole, shutting her up.

Navas released his fluids inside my mom’s pussy but did not take his cock out. He definitely wanted to impregnate her. Akash was pumping out thick strands of jizz in my mom’s mouth, forcing her to drink his cum, immediately as they were released, if she did not want to choke.

Akash’s fluids were too thick and too much in quantity. It dripped out of my mom’s mouth, onto his balls. And he made her lick his hairy balls, clean.

Navas and Akash swapped positions, and the big bulls, together made my mom look like a true cum-bucket. They filled her again, and Akash’s seeds looked equally capable of making mom pregnant. Navas’s semen was so sticky, mom couldn’t open her mouth after he ejaculated.

“Such a whore mummy she is, Akash Sir. Let me give her what her husband never could,” Navas said, ramming his cock inside my mom’s pussy. Akash stuffed his meat inside mom’s exploited ass.

Their second round on mom was even rougher. When Abhinav Bajwa came in, he happily grabbed mom’s tits. He sucked them with a lot of pleasure and was relieved it wasn’t his wife that was being shared, this one time.

Abhinav was biting my mom’s nipples, making her scream in pain. She had her mouth open so wide, Jacob Abraham easily stuffed his muscled cock, full of veins.

My mom was a big fan of Jacob and would have thought to herself that dreams do come true, as she gave him a blowjob.

Dharamveer’s sons, Benny and Sammy, handed out their cocks, for my mom to stroke. And Akash, drilling my mom’s butt, pushed his back out, a bit. So Dharamveer could get in between, and stuff his cock inside mom’s already occupied pussy.

It was the greatest sight I had ever seen. This was the most beautiful my mom had ever looked. She had two cocks in her torn pussy, a big dick in her gaping ass-hole, a monster cock in her mouth, and two pricks in between her fingers. And, also, Abhinav, who was trying to suck milk out of my mom’s tankers.

He had a sly smile on his face when he noticed my mom’s other tit being fed on by none other than his wife’s ex-flame, Vishal Oberoi. He smiled at Abhinav, who couldn’t stop imagining them doing the same on his wife.

Getting her melons loved was too soft, compared to all the extreme pleasure my mom had received today. She was slowly enjoying it, helping her console herself over the destruction of her holes.

Then an unbelievable load of white spunk was blasted on her face, by Bollywood’s very own punisher, Gulrukh Grover. Mom’s entire face looked like covered in milk, and she had just wiped it off, with her fingers, when Sanjog Dutt nutted on her dark black hair.

Soon the bosses arrived. The Kaifs were here, and everybody made way for them.

“Damn, man. I should divorce Kinara for you,” said Safar Ali Kaif, looking at my mom.

“Gauhar looks like a roadside slut, in front of Meena.” Shareek Kaif, the king, told his fellow mates.

“Should have just launched Meena instead of Katherine. I could have fucked her all these years.” said, the big brother of Bollywood, Salim Kaif.

“Meena, can I give you a perfectly cute baby?” asked the perfectionist, Ameen Kaif.

My mom listened to all of them heaping praises on her, still trying to completely swallow Jacob’s jism. It tasted like cookies and cream, thanks to his protein powder.

Shareek and Safar took a 5-second turn in stuffing mom’s backdoor. They both were going to make their wives blow their cock, and make them taste my mom’s dirty ass, as well as all the other dicks that went in her.

Ameen shagged inside my mom’s pussy, as Salim said he will go last after his brother has enjoyed it.

Salim shocked my mom, as he pulled his pants down. He had a 16-inch long penis sleeve on him, with the words ‘Being Huger’ written on it. And in a single thrust, pushed the whole of it, inside my mom’s cum filled pussy, making her squirt non-stop.

He continued to fuck her, and she was peeing on the bed. She could do nothing to stop peeing. The penis sleeve looked like tearing into her belly and coming out of her mouth. The whole of the 16 inched plastic was fully inside my mom.

“Anybody who wants the last round with Meena can join your big brother,” Salim announced. His penis sleeve let him call himself big, without feeling any of the shame, he had before he purchased the sleeve.

Salim was a bit taken aback to see the men who came forward, but soon they were all smiles. Abhinav and Vishal, Salim’s biggest rivals, had joined him in their mission to further degrade my loving mom.

The two did not know how to get both their cocks together inside mom’s butt. They were thinking what to do, when Abhinav’s dad, Amithej, pushed his entire fist inside mom’s ass, making space for the two.

Soon, it was Salim inside my mom’s pussy, and Abhinav and Vishal inside my mom’s ass. Mom could not even moan, as Amithej was fucking her mouth.

They all climaxed together, and hugged each other, completing my mom’s ultimate Bollywood gang-bang.

“We are all brothers. Fucking Anashwara in private, separated us. Banging Meena as a group, brought us together,” Salim had tears in his eyes, talking to Abhinav and Vishal.

Bollywood was one, again. Thanks to my gorgeous mom, Meena.

Jacob lifted my mom, and she automatically wrapped her legs around him.

“Bitch doesn’t want this to stop,” he said, as he carried her to the shower.

“Come to the men’s gym at Bandra. Will give you greater pleasure,” Jacob whispered in my mom’s ears.

Once she was clean and fresh, she was made to be on her knees, on the floor. She looked absolutely amazing, with just her mangalsutra on her shining naked body.

All the superstars stood around my mom and shot their sperm on her face, body, and hair. Once, her bukkake had come to an end, Navas peed all over her, cleaning her up, again.

The screen shifted to the summary section.

All the stats regarding the sim was clearly shown:-

Number of times Meena climaxed: 143

Meena gave most orgasms by: Navas – 11

Meena’s pussy stretched: 12 inches

Meena’s ass drilled: 7 inches

Cum swallowed by Meena: 2.4 Litres

Cum inside Meena’s pussy: 3..7 Litres

Cum inside Meena’s ass-hole: 3.1 Litres

Impregnated: Yes

Father of Child: Data Not Available

Whore Rating: 5/5

END OF SIMULATION!

No words could describe the gratification I felt watching my own mom being taken, by the biggest stars of the country. She was completely humiliated, inside the simulator, in more ways than I thought was possible.

I had cum more than 4 times, and I wished it was not just a ‘Virtual Fuck Doll’ I made of mom. I was starting to hope I would get to see my mom being pounded, in real life, too.

My Mom-Simulator was working excellently, and I decided to take it further, uploading it on the internet.

To be continued.

Hope you all liked the story. Please do send me your feedback and comments on [email protected].

Vanakam nanbargale, indru tamil kaama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana pennai eppadi usar seithu matter adithen enbathai ungalidam pagirugiren. Itharku munaal niraiya aunty matrum vayathil periya pengalai matter seithu irukiren, aanal ilamaiyaana pennai ootha kathaiyai ungalidam solugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam.

Enathu peyar vimal vayathu 22 aagugirathu, kalluri kadaisi aandu padithu varugiren, niraiya pengalai usar seithu matter seithu irukireen. Enaku paadam eduka varum maliga teacherai yarukum theriyaamal oru murai kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu irukiren. Aanal avargal kiss matum thaan seithaargal adutha katta kaamathai adaiya vida villai.

Enaku eppozhuthume vayathil periyavargalai thaan matter seiya aarvam thundum, athilum vaaipum appadi thaan kidaikum. Oru murai en pakathu veetirku virunthaaliyaga vantha auntyai iravil motai maadiyil vaithu sex seithu irukiren. Ithu pondru niraiya pengal matrum auntyai oothu kama sugathai anuba vaithu irukiren.

Auntygal kuthi perithaaga irukum, athil sunniyai vittu ooka aarambithaal muzhu sunniyum ulle sendru vidum. Ookavum jollyaaga irukum, aunty pundaigal thala thalavendru athiga satthai irukum. Ippadiye sendru kondu irunthathu, naan pengalai anuba vaikiren enbathu veru yaarukum theriyaamal paarthu koluven.

Appozhuthu thaan pengaluku oru nambikai varum, pengalai eppozhuthum thanimaiyil thaan santhithu pesa vendum ilai endraal avargal madiya maatargal. Muthal aandu padikum pengal vara aarambithaargal, kalluriyil yaraiyum keli pana kudathu thaan aanal naan oru sexiyaana ilamaiyana 19 vayathu pennai keli seithen.

Aval parka sexiyaaga irunthaal, paal vadiyum mugam aanal mulai perithaaga pazhuthu irunthathu. Pengal mulai perithaaga irunthaale avargal veetil suya inbam seigiraargal endru artham.

Aval mulaiyai pisaiya pisaiya thaan mulai perithaaga pazhuka aarambikum, oru naal thaneer kudika varum pozhuthu avalai vazhi maraithu un peyar enna endru keten? Deepa endru sollinaal.

Avalukum kama aasai irukirathu endru thanimaiyil thaneer kudika varum pozhuthe theriyum, en endraal pengal eppozhuthum thunaiku oru nabaraiyaavathu azhaithu varuvaargal. Ival ippozhuthu than kalluri sernthu irukiraal atharkul thairiyamaaga thanimaiyil varugiraal. Ivaluku mun anubavam irukirathaa illaiyaa endru theriya villai.

Aanal thairiyamaga thanimaiyil neer kudika vanthaal, veru angal munthi kolvathai vida naan muthi kolvathu thaan samarthiyamaana vizhayam.

Aval idam kaiyil vaithu iruntha bottolai vangi neer kudithen, aval peyar enna endru keten? Atharku swethaa endru solinaal, swetha un thulai pesi number tharugiraaya enaku un idam konjam pesavendi irukirathu endru sollinen.

Aval muthalil en idam thulai pesi illai endru sollinal, sari unaku eppozhuthu mobile kidaikiratho appozhuthu ennai thodarbu kol endru solli enathu mobile numberai avalidam koduthu vittu en peyar vimal endru sollinen. Ennai nee vimal endru peyar solliye azhaikalam, avalum sari endr solli enathu numerai vaangi sendraal.

Aval nadanthu selum pozhuthu pin purathai paarthen, suuthu sexiyaaga irunthathu aanal viriyaamal irunthathu.

Naan pengal suuthai vaithe avargal munbu oothu irukiraargala alathu ookamal irukiraargala endru kandu pidithu viduven. Aanal ival pesuvathai paarthaal mun anubavan irupathu pondru irukirathu, suuthai paarthaal ithu vari yaarum ookathathu pondru irukirathu.

Ore kuzhapamaagave irunthathu, aval andru yanuku call seiya villai. Adutha naal naal en sunni pudaithu kondu theriyum padi oru pant irunthathu, athai aninthu kondu tuckin seithu kondu sexyaga sendren.

Naan karupu vanna aadai aninthu sendru irunthen, naan parka maa niramaaga irupen. Karupu nira aadai aninthaal mugam innum sexiyaaga theriyum.

Aval ennai paarthathum avalai meeri sirithu vital, naan arugil sendru en netru call seiya villai endren?

Aval netru appa mobile eduthu sendru vitar, indru iravu kandipaaga call seigiren endru sollinaal. Ithai sollum pozhuthu naan aval arugil nindru kondu irunthen, engalin iru tholgalum urasiyathu. Enaku avalai migavum pidithu vitathu, andru iravu enaku call vanthathu.

Kathalargal epadi pesi kolvaargalo appadi sexyaaga pesa aarambithom, aanal ithu sikiramaaga mudinthu vidum endru satrum ethir parka villai. Naan andru naalai kaalaii veliyil selalama endru keten? Aval thayakame ilamal sari selalam endru solinaal. Kalai bikeil avalai pick up seithu kondu oru parkirku azhaithu sendren.

Iruvarum kai korthu kondu nadanthu sendrom, oru idathil aval kaiyil poovai koduthu naan unnai kathal seigiren endru sollinen.

Avalum sirithu konde poovai vaangi kondu naanum unnnai kaathal seigiren endru sollinaaal. Iruvarum kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu kondom, enakum moodu eeri vitathu. Eppozhuthum pengalai azhaithu sendru matter podum veetirku azhaithu sendren.

Ingu paathu kaapaaga irukum, en endraal ithu veedu enbathaal yaaru santhegap pada maatargal. Eppozhuthum thairiyamaaga angu anutygal matrum pengalai azhaithu sendru metter seithu irukiren.

Indru 19 vayathu pennai azhaithu vanthu irukiren, ival vayathu thaan sirithu mulai perithaaga irukirathu. Iruvarum araikul sendru kathavai thapal potu vitu padukaiyil amarnthom.

Deepa ennai parka vetkap pattu kondu antha pakam thirumbi kondaal, naan avalin kathil irunthu thoda aarambithen.

Kathil kai vaithu thodum pozhuthu aval ennai paarthu thirumbinaal, avalin sexiyaaga ithazhil vaai vaithu kiss seiya aarambithen. Unmaiyil kiss seivathu thaan sugam, iruvarum nandraaga oruvaruk oruvar kiss seithu sugathai anuba vaika aarambithom.

Deepa avalin aadaiyai kayata aarambithaal, ennai vida aval vegamaaga irunthaal. Naanum enathu aadaiyai kayati jatti matum aninthu kondu aval kan mun nindren. En sunni valainthu irupathai paarki kama siripu sirithaal. Aanal aval azhagai paarkum pozhuthu ennai ariyaamal en vaai thiranthu vitathu, avalau azhagana mulai avaluku.

Bra matrum pentiyai kayati nirvaanamaaga en kan mun nindraal, kuthiyil shave seithu suthamaaga vaithu irunthaal. Iru mulaiyum thongaamal sexiyaaga thuki kondu irunthathu, avalai paduka vaithu mulaiyai pisaiyaalam endu mulaiyil kai vaithen, aanal ennai mulaiyil kai vaithu kola anal pisaiyaathe endru sollinaal.

Ival ithai solum pozhuthe therinthathu ivaluku kamathil anubavam athigam irukirathu endru.

Sexiyaaga sunniyai jatiyil irunthu veliyil eduthu kanbithen, aval thai parthathum kama aasaiyil athai kaiyil pidithu adika aarambithaal. Ennai sunniyai nandraaga thaan valarthu vaithu irukiraai endru sollinaal, pinbu sunniai vaaiyiil vaithu sappi umba aarambithaal.

Haaaaaaaaaaa sunniyil aval echi patathum thanga mudiyatha sugam eer pada aarambithathu. Sunniyai sirithu neram sappiya pin avalin mulaiyai sappa aarambithen, aval kadikaamal pal padamal sappu endru sollinaal. Naanum mulaiyai en ival pisaiya vendam endru solugiraal endru theriyaamal irunthen.

Mulaiyai sappi vittu shave seitha kuthiyil nakai ulle vittu naka aarambithen, aval pundai suvaiyaaga irunthathu, nandraaga naakai keezh irunthu mel varai naki sugam koduthu sunniyai eduthu kuthiyil vida aarambithen.

Appozhuthu geetha sunniyai muzhumaiyaaga ulle vidathe, sunni munaiyai matum ulle vidu endru strictaaga sollinaal.

Appozhuthu thaan purinthu konden en ival suuthu viriyaamal irukirathu endru, sunniyai adi varai iraki oothal suuthu virinthu vidum.

Ival sunniyai paathi varai ulle iraki ooka solvathaal suthum viriyaamal irukirathu, mulaiyai pisaiyaathathaal thongaamal sexiyaaga irukirathu. Deepavai sexyaaga kuthiyil sunni munaiyai matum vitu vitu eduthen, appozhuthu avaluku moodu eeri avalin pundaiyil vinthu vanthathu.

Aval vinthu aangaluku varuvathu pondru sexyaaga vanthathu, pinbu deepa sunniyai kaiyaal pidithu adithu sunni kanjai vara vaithaal. Aanal pengal intha kalathil eppadi thelivaaga irukiraargal endru paarungal, eval pathini endre namal kandu pidika mudiiyaathu. Enathu tamil kama kathaiyai padithu rasithatharku migavum nandri, vanakam.