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I was a sex starved guy till last December. Staying in a rented accommodation and preparing for competitive here in Delhi. I used to masturbate almost every day often two three times a day. I get a hard on very quickly as you find lots of hot chicks around in Delhi. But they are selfish. they just show their curves, cleavages, buttocks and make you hot. But are not generous enough to share their cunt with us. Last December my room mates went home and I was all alone. My dick was as hard as an iron rod even after masturbation. so I was standing in balcony in 2nd floor and cursing my fate. Then I saw the young but married maid who works in our neighborhood passing by. She was there in my fantasy couple of times as she is attractive. Though a maid she is beautiful with a nice and fuckable physique. Her age is around 26, mothered a child 2 years back and stays in nearest slum with his bihari husband. I called her in the pretext of offering her work. We never hire maids before. I thought what’s wrong in making a try. she came upstairs. I told her to come inside.

I asked her how much she charges for cooking, cleaning utensils and cleaning rooms. she told she doesn’t do it for bachelors staying together as there is lot of work but little pay. then she asked how many of us staying in the room. I was not in a mood to talk with her as I have no intention in hiring her for the work. She is a clever and smart lady and could get my intention it seems. Then she asked me for some water to drink and I told her to sit in the sofa. I gave her water and sat besides her. Then I put my hand on her thighs. She didn’t react. so I moved forward and kissed her. I started moving her hand throughout her body on her dress. She was not even reacting. I got frightened up. Then I asked whether she likes this. She replied me in eyes. It was for the first time that I got the opportunity to touch a woman like this. I was too hot. I got confused what to do, where to start. She was sitting still with all her dresses on. then I pressed her boobs and started exploring her cunt. She holds my hands and told not to touch it as she was in her periods. I got disheartened as I feel I am losing a chance to fuck. I was pressing her boobs and freed it from the clutch of her bra. By that time she removed my shorts and was playing with already hard dick. I asked her whether I can fuck her cunt. She told it is no possible now but will make me happy.

She was playing with my dick so nicely that I had cum there standing besides her. She teased me for this early cum and told she feels the rich and educated people don’t cum so soon. I told her that want to see her completely naked. She removed all her clothes and also napkins (for her period) and also made me completely nude. I had a hard on again. We slept on the floor facing each other and She took my dick between her thighs and squeezed it and told me to hump. I have enjoyed that thigh fucking and had a cum. This time little longer. Then I asked her if I could pay her for this. She kissed me and told me that I need not pay in money and want to fuck me instead in future. She told she will come after four days and to get ready by noon. Another condition was that nobody should get the trace of this. It was different kind of feeling that day and I have been things about her body all these days. She finally came. We had a great fucking session till afternoon. I had cum three times. I can’t narrate all my feelings. She is so smart, so sexy a lady you can’t imagine. She has so many sexual fantasies.

She doesn’t like to have it with his husband. She made me a slave of her cunt. I had to change my room and rented a single accommodation. We used to have sex at least twice a week and it’s always wild. She often ties towels or chunri on eyes and fuck me blindfolded. She has some wonderful believes. She never allows a single drop of cum on earth. She either gulps it or has it in her pussy. She is so creative… you just can’t imagine. I never had any masturbation in last six months.

I’m traveling to my Maher (mom’s place) I was having fantasizes about my driver. My name is Reshma and I am a Marathi married woman of 24 years age. My husband belonged to a wealthy family but he was not interested in sex since he was a closet gay. We had a terrible fight about it a day before and I was going to my mother’s place to cool off. My family driver was driving me back. His name is Raja and he is a huge man about 185 cms tall with huge forearms and thighs the size of an oak beam. He was also extremely manly I knew it since he had an affair with out maid Maya and every time I found them sneaking to the farm behind our house Maya would be walking bow legged for the entire next day. I was hungry for a similar big an in my life. I am fair tall with nice firm breasts and round ass. Now I was dressed in tight top and equally tight trousers. I imagined Raja on top of me with his dirty mouth pressing against mine and his hands on my boobs and shivered.

“Madam you are feeling cold?” he asked. I decided to make my move, “no actually I am hot Raja,” I said and undid the top 2 buttons of my top Raja watched open mouthed and saw my breasts literally popping through a red lacy brassiere. I ran my hand on my throat and winked at him.

“Madam you are very chikni, kay Surat hain kya figure hain,” he said.

“I am more beautiful than you know Raja if you want to know pull over to some deserted spot,”

Raja needed no second invitation. He pulled over the car from the road and stopped behind a couple of trees. I opened my top all the why down and slipped my hands out of it. He opened the door and joined me on the backseat. In a minute his hungry foul smelling mouth was pressing against my cherry red lips and his hands were kneading my breasts with a brutalness that I didn’t know till them, my bra was ripped off my body in a moment and he started twisting my nipples while fumbling with his clothes. Free of his clothes his body looked like a sculpture. He was all muscle his uncut erect cock was almost 9 in length and thick as my wrist. My pussy got wet just looking at his cock. I pulled my trousers down and then my lacy red panties too. My cunt was smooth shaven and now it was glistening with my juices. We had difficulty in settling on the small backseat sine my legs are quite long. But Raja forced me on my back and doubled my legs so that they fitted. Then he mounted atop me and started to kiss my mouth again. Bearing his smell with joy I bite his earlobe and told him to enter his kala thick lund inside my wet chut.

When he rammed his lund inside I screamed as if I was being knifed. He slapped me and told me to be a quite cunt; I pressed his hands on my boobs and told him to press it. “Agar main chillau to sirf thappad manran,” I wanted to be a submissive madi to this regains bull. I submitted my body to him and started to enjoy the way his thick cock was ramming inside my pussy mercilessly. I cried in pain and dug my nails in his back. He bit my lips quite hard and started to twist my nipples. His balls now as hard as almost his cock were repeatedly slapping against my round ass cheeks. I was raising myself to meet his thrust and enjoying it. His hands were brutal on my breasts and my nipples felt sore by constantly being kneaded and twisted. Our car was moving with our body’s violent coupling. After a few minutes Raja Raised my left leg on his shoulder and started humping me while sitting on knees. I was grabbing the car handle to control and moaning pulled him down on me again sine I enjoyed the feel of his hard dark sweaty body rubbing against my fair skin and plump breasts. We went on for some 20 minutes during which I came 3/4 times. After wards Raja wanted to all out at the last moment but I did not allow it. My chut was hungry for a man’s juices and that is what she got that night on the roadside.

There was a knock on my door around midnight last night. I was watching television and, well, honestly, I was romantic but morose myself. I was home alone, which isn’t entirely unusual. With a loud, “Shit!” I stood, rearranged my skirt, and answered the door.

“Hi Bardhini.” It was my Uncle Kulkarni, looking downtrodden.

“Kulkarni chacha! What are you–? What’s wrong?” I was concerned. He never came to my house, and he hardly ever got upset. He said nothing; he just reached out and pulled me close to him.

“I need you.” He whispered in a hoarse voice.

“You, what?”

I was confused. Uncle Kulkarni was teaching me law a while ago, but it pretty much ended in family shame. We hadn’t even seen each other since the day my mother walked in on us and shouted for nothing. My mother is known to suspect everybody as she suspects my drunken father, who does not have any choice. Kulkarni chacha cleared his throat and pushed me gently into my house, closing the door behind us. His eyes roamed over me, up to the top of my head down to my bare toes. I swear for a second his tongue darted onto his lips.

“I need you. I can’t stop thinking about your warm body, or about the way your hands feel on my cock. It’s driving me crazy. I have to have you.”

“Kulkarni chacha, we can’t. You know what happened simply for my learning law from you, I can’t risk it again. Mom won’t even talk to me.”

He put his hand on my face, caressing my cheek. “Don’t send me away, Bardhini. Please. I promise no one will find out. Please.”

“Kulkarni chacha, no. I can’t. We can’t. You know this.”

He smiled at me, and shook his head. He was cute; I’ll give him that, with his messy black hair, pout lip and pleading eyes. “I’m prepared to beg.”

I shook my head at him and stared toward the door. My hand was on the door knob when Kulkarni chacha reached around me, turning the lock with one quick flick of his hand. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. His eyes flashed as he dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, as his head disappeared under my skirt.

“I told you I’m prepared to beg.” I tried to push his head away, but by doing so I was inadvertently undressing myself. Uncle Kulkarni’s hands found my hips, and pulled down my panties. I jumped when his tongue first flicked across the lips of my pussy. Uncle Kulkarni laughed into me as he noticed I was already wet. “What were you doing before I got here?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. His tongue was glazing over my pussy, slowly working its way between the labia. Finally he hit the clitoris, and I cried out. He laughed again, and pressed his tongue firmly onto me. Kulkarni chacha continued to tease me, but his motions got faster as he moved deeper into my cunt. Soon I was panting, grasping the air all around me looking for something to lean against. I was ready to fall, when my uncle stood, picked me up, and carried me into my bedroom.

Gentle is not a word I’d use if describing Uncle Kulkarni, but gentle is what he was. He laid me down on my twin mattress so softly I barely felt the drop. His hands ran up my body, over my hips, grazing my breasts. They rested on my shoulders as he leaned over me to plant a kiss on my lips. His lips pressed into mine, smooth at first, but soon more passionate. His tongue ran across my mouth, feeling its way inside until I couldn’t resist and our tongues were roughly discovering each others mouths. Uncle Kulkarni began to explore my body, his hands kneading my breasts. Part of me was dying to pull him closer, but part of me was screaming no. Twice I tried to tell him to stop, both times he shushed me. His hot mouth pulled at mine, luring me into a state of near bliss. When he finally stopped kissing me was when I realized I was crying.

“Why are you crying, Bardhini baby?” Kulkarni chacha asked. His face wore concern, but something in his eyes suggested his mind was really elsewhere.

“This is wrong. I know it, but it feels right. I’m confused, I’m lonely, and I’m frustrated. I missed you while we were apart, but, I don’t think I can do this.” I was controlling my tears now, only a few actually fell from my eyes.

“You can do this. You want to, I know you do.” Kulkarni chacha was stoking my cheek now, his eyes burning into mine. I reached up and kissed him, on the cheek. He nuzzled me, and laughed.

“You’re cute.” He said, his eyes twinkling. I laughed, and wiggled my body underneath him. He grinned, and took the hint. His hand went from the side of my face to under my shirt, and suddenly he was pulling it over my head.

“Purple? That’s a new one. Pretty sexy though.” Kulkarni cupped my breast as he complimented the bra I was wearing. He kissed the swell above the lacy fabric, making me sigh. With a grin, he pushed aside the cup and took a nipple into his mouth.

He alternated between sucking the nipple and brushing the top of his tongue roughly over the peak. I was panting; I love when he played with my breasts. Kulkarni chacha knows that. He loves to play. Soon he was unhooking my bra and releasing my soft breasts from their binding. I watched him with glee as he squeezed, caressed, even spanked my attention starved boobs. My pussy was tingling, remembering the love it had received earlier. My hips bucked into him involuntarily, and his hands met the challenge. He grabbed my inner thigh and squeezed. He teased me by running his fingers softly around the skin just beside my pussy. His mouth tugged suddenly on my nipple, I cried out and bucked. This caused his hand to land squarely over the mounds of my cunt. He began to press his fingers into me, feeling the wetness that had been building. He worked into my vagina, one finger, then two, then three. In and out they went, until I was consumed in a passionate fever.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I lay there on my bed, naked from the waist up, and Uncle Kulkarni reached up to kiss me. Not a kiss on the lips, or the cheek. He planted one kiss on each eyelid. I was so surprised. I’ve never know Uncle Kulkarni to show affection, or do anything that might be construed as gentle. With his fingers still working in my vagina, my uncle laid gentle kisses up and down my neck and along my collarbone. His tongue darted out occasionally, leaving wet spots to cool sensually all over. He returned his attention to one of my nipples, making me sob my pleasure. Then, everything stopped. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I felt his weight lifting from the bed, and heard nothing but quiet. I waited and waited, but nothing happened. Worried he’d left me; I opened my eyes and looked around. I found him kneeling on the floor, his head between my legs. Grinning devilishly he asked, “Want it?”

I nodded eagerly, like a child being offered their favorite ice cream. He used his hands to divide the lips of my pussy, and then he was there, breathing me in. His tongue began to lap at me wildly. I was so wet. The sensations coming from my pussy were amazing; I wanted it to go on forever, but the faster he licked me the closer I came to orgasm. Suddenly, waves of my orgasm rushed over me, again and again my body tightened and released until I was crying with the joy of it. Kulkarni chacha reached up to hold me until my sobbing stopped. Grateful, I looked for a way to repay him. Reading my mind, he began to undress.

His cock was swollen, harder than I’d ever seen. I knew he needed release, so I pulled myself out from under him and stood beside the bed. I commanded him to lie down, and then settled my self between his legs. He started to laugh, looking at me with affection and anticipation. I wrapped my lips around his dick, pulling it into my eager mouth, savoring the droplet of pre-cum that had formed on the tip. I took my time wetting his penis with my saliva, and when it was soaked to my satisfaction I withdrew. Taking in a deep breath, I formed my lips into a tight O and began to blow on his cock. I blew until it was dry, all the while hearing his pants of pleasure, but never looking at him. Once Uncle Kulkarni’s dick was completely dry, I lowered my mouth over it again. I swirled my tongue around the tip, then took his entire length into my mouth and down my throat. His hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me over him with his cock touching my throat. Soon I was gagging, my spit running down all over his balls. Then he pulled me back by my hair and stared me in the eyes. “I need to fuck you, baby. I need to feel you holding me inside you. Let me in, Bardhini.”

I just nodded, laid myself out over the bed and spread my legs. He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me to the edge of my bed. My feet were dangling, almost touching the floor, until my uncle lifted my legs and put my feet on his shoulders. His cock-head was level with my vagina, and for a second he paused, as if thinking over the best way to enter his willing niece. Then suddenly he rammed into me, fast and hard. I felt myself splitting, his cock is so very large, but the pain lasted only moments. Then I was squealing at every thrust, and panting in between. His thrusts got harder and faster, until he was grunting his release. I felt his cum spewing into me as he pushed in deep on his final thrust. My pussy was throbbing; my mind was racing, hoping for more. But Uncle Kulkarni was spent. He lay down on the bed and pulled me to him. After awhile he fell asleep, soft snores penetrating the otherwise quite bedroom. When he woke up, he found me reading sections of crpc and chewing a ball pen. He commented, are you thinking under which section you can probably book a classmate of your father and mother for molesting and then having penile intercourse with you? I smiled and retorted – you bastard uncle, no crpc section or case, you are straight punished to fuck me thrice before you go to your judiciary assignments.

For years I had talked to my sister and made it very clear that I wanted to pick up where we left off just before we both moved out of our parents’ home. She knows I wear panties, knows that anytime I visit her home she comes up at least one pair of panties short. She would even ask for copies of my sexcapade tapes that I shot most of my sexual encounters. She even wanted tapes of me masturbating. I always filled her request, but she would never fill mine and even told me she would never finish where we left off. Where was that? We were home alone on an early Sunday morning. Usually, when it was just the two of us, we would immediately strip off our clothes and soon as the parents drove off and spend the time nude. Sometimes we did touch, but one time, we came real close to intercourse. She lay on her back with her legs open, ready to receive me, and I got on top of her ready to penetrate her. We were both virgins and had not had any instructions on what to do. No matter how I pushed at her pussy lips my dick would not go inside her pussy. I tried several times pushing but I guess was too afraid of the unknown to push hard enough to get in. Eventually, the frustration would cause my dick to go limp as a wet noodle. That was over twenty years ago and now we are both in our mid forties. While she remained in our home with a wonderful career and started her own family that includes the house with the white picket fence and a dog; I traveled the world and lived throughout the country as a member of the armed forces.

Yesterday, she called me and sounded very as excited as she told me she would be flying to a town that is less than two hours from where I am currently living. I became just as excited as she did upon hearing the news. I got excited at the possibility that she might change her mind, and I was almost certain that I would have another pair of her panties.

While she always said no whenever I asked if I could fuck her, she did give some. I commented that the one thing I had always wanted to do was take a shower with her, and told her that if we were ever alone again, she should not be alarmed if I’ll join her in the shower. She said that that would be okay, so I was EXTREMELY excited about the possibility of that fantasy being fulfilled. When her plane arrived she called and gave me the hotel information of where she was staying. We agreed that when I got off my late night shift, I would drive to the hotel and sleep in her room while she was working. She’d join me in her room when she finished and we’ll go out for dinner and drinks. I made it to her hotel as we had talked about, retrieved the key she’d left at the desk for me and headed to her room. I was sleepy and tired, but first things first. I went through her bags on my panty hunt. She made it easy for me. When I opened the first bag, the one that was laying on one of the beds, that was a note that popped out which read, I brought several pair for you to choose from, you may take more than one if you like. Since she had been so nice I chose two pair of her sexiest panties, closed the bag and laid them on top so that she’d see my selection when she arrived back at her room. I took a shower and climbed in the unmade bed that I assumed she had slept in. As I reached under the pillow to adjust it, my hand came in contact with a soft, silky material.

When I pulled it out, it was another pair of my sister’s panties. I examined them and found a bit of dampness in the crotch that made it obvious to me that she had worn them. I am not a snuffle or licker, but I do like to wrap my sister’s panties around my dick when I fantasize about being inside her tight body. I did just that and stroked myself to panty soaking orgasm. Not long afterwards, I filled my sister’s panties with my cum and then I slept like a baby. I was kind of groggy when I woke up but not so groggy that I could not tell that there was a warm, nude body next to me. There was a warm tight ass pressed firmly against my erect cock and warm tit feeling the hand of the arm that was cuddling the warm body next to me. I started squeezing the tit and playing with the erect nipple. Though it had been years since I last felt my sister’s tits, there was no mistake that it was her tits I was now playing with again. I squeezed her tits and pinched and pulled her nipples very gently at first. But that gentleness went away as sister started grinded her nice, hot ass on my hard dick. We did this for at least twenty minutes with neither of us saying a word. There was moaning and groaning, but no words were spoken. She did not even say a word when she reached back between our bodies and grabbed hold of my dick. As I continued to have my way with her tits, my sister began stroking and squeezing my dick.

Without saying a word, she raised one thigh, pulled my dick between her legs, rubbed it up and down her hot, wet pussy lips. Once she had my dickhead wet with her pussy juice, she aimed my dick at her pussy then pushed back and kept pushing until my dick was all the way inside her tight wet pussy. Quietly, Sis fulfilled a long time dream of mine. Quietly my dick moved in and out of my sister’s tight, wet, hot pussy. Sis and I got into a gentle rhythm that we were able to maintain for what seemed like an eternity. Sometimes we would be in mid stroke and we’d stop and lay there with dick buried in my sister’s pussy. In and out my dick easily slid over the walls of the pussy I had only dreamed of for years. Sis and I fucked to mutual quiet orgasms with my cock filling her pussy with cum. Afterwards, she put my hand across her body on to her tit and with my dick buried in her we drifted back to sleep. When I got back home and unpacked my bag, I found several pairs of my sister’s panties and a note. It said…Sorry it took me so long to give you what you wanted, now that I have it, I’d look forward to the next time. Love, Sis contact [email protected].

Beep-Beep beep”. DJ awoke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. “Why did I have to promise momma that I would go to church today” she thought to herself as she rolled her over to turn it off. She just wished she could spend this Sunday morning in bed recuperating from the glorious night she had with Ian. Ian was the man that she was finally able to meet after months of IM-ing, emailing and playing phone tag. She began to caress her nipples and explore her wetness as her thoughts wandered back to the previous evening. The way his lips felt, the softness of his touch, the way he smacked her ass while taking her from behind. Just as she was about enjoy the bliss of another orgasm, the phone rang and brought her back to reality. It was her mother reminding her to get up, get herself together, and meet her at the church by 11:30 am. As much as DJ wanted to linger in the bed, she knew she had to get moving or she was gonna be late and would never hear the end of it.

She arrived to the church promptly at 11:25 am and spent a few minutes checking her reflection in the mirror before getting out. She was greeted by the usher and her mother tapping her watch. She embraced her mother and they took their seats as service was about to begin. It had been a few months since DJ had been to Sunday services with her mother, and she noticed that the congregation had grown. DJ leaned over to her mother and whispered, “the church has really grown and it‘s looking rather nice”. Her mother just nodded and said “Every since the new minister and his family have been here, the pastor has made quite a few improvements”. DJ noticed how the service was seeming more upbeat and lively than ever before. She thought to herself that she might have to start coming a lil bit more often. The service got to the part that DJ dreaded the most, the sermon. Now don’t get her wrong, DJ prays and reads her bible, but her mother’s pastor talked in a monotone voice and was extremely long winded. The man could put u to sleep faster washing down a sleeping pill with a shot of Nyquil. DJ had closed her eyes, bowed her head and began to pray when all of a sudden there was something strangely familiar about the voice. It wasn’t that of the pastor. This voice instantly made her thoughts drift back to the events of last night. It was as if Ian was back in her ear asking “who’s pussy is this” and telling her “cum all ova this dick”. DJ shook her head in confusion. When she opened her eyes gazed upon the pulpit, the voice belonged to the newest minister of the church, Ian.

PART2

Dj shook her head, closed her eyes, and opened them back up. She had to be dreaming “WTH”, this shit can’t be real. When she opened her eyes and looked, there stood Ian. “How could the man that she’s been talking to over the last few weeks be a man of God? How could this be the same man that made her pussy quiver and tingle last night be the new minister her mother has been raving about?” DJ said to herself. DJ tapped her mom and let her know that she didn’t feel well. She had to go. She just needed to get out of there in a hurry. She quickly and quietly left the service. DJ couldn’t wait to get home. Her mind was a blur. There were so many questions going through her mind and nobody to answer them right then. She couldn’t call any of her girls to discuss this crazy shit. “WTF!!!!!!!!!!!” was as she could think about.

DJ decided she needed a glass, maybe a bottle, of wine to calm her nerves.

After consuming a few glasses, her thoughts wandered back to when she first spotted him. One night while strolling through the “dark side” on NA, She saw a post entitled “Promise I’ll make u soak the sheets”. DJ thought to herself, “this n****a seems a lil overconfident and downright cocky. Watch him be hit with a lil dick. “She clicked on his post and boy was she ever fooled. This brotha was absolutely beautiful, nice caramel colored skin, washboard abs, thick thighs and dick for days. Make u fan yourself while saying “oooooh lawd”. She couldn’t help but to join her fellow ladies and complimenting such a work of art. She had to let him know that sista from nearby was wondering if he tastes as good as he look. A few days later, she receives a message from the brotha she wouldn’t mind tasting. He introduced himself as Ian and let her know how much he adored her compliment and that he had checked out her posts, as well. He would love the opportunity to chat with her and get to know her a lil better. She quickly shot off a reply, letting him know that it would be her pleasure to get to know him better. She immediately sent a request to add him to her buddy list. DJ found out that Ian was in his mid 30s, 3 kids, and self-employed. Nothing she couldn’t handle. She was only 32, no kids, and happily employed. They chatted for a bit, and then opted to exchange cell phone numbers. Their conversations progressed at a rapid pace. Before long, a comment about the rain would turn into some of the best phone sex DJ had ever experienced. Hearing the sound of Ian’s voice would make DJ’s clit throb and turn her pussy into a running faucet.

PART3

DJ led him into the house. Once the door closed, Ian opened his arms and DJ fell into his welcoming embrace. He smelled so good and his body felt very firm. When DJ looked into Ian’s eyes, his lips softly brushed hers. It was as if we had known each other for years, not just the last few months. Their embrace tighten and his lips found hers. Their tongues began to wrestle and jockey for position in each other’s mouths. It was as if they were both starving on death row and were about to enjoy their last meal. We wanted it, we needed and craved it, but we also wanted to savor it. Ian broke the kiss. “We’ll never make it to dinner, if we keep this up”, he said. DJ was thinking that what she wanted to eat definitely wasn’t at the damn restaurant. She made up her mind right then and there that before the night was over, she was gonna have to get her some of that. It had been almost six months since that last time she had some and lawd knows her fingers had long gotten tired. Just then, DJ heard the ring of a cell phone and she knew it wasn’t hers. “Damn, Damn, Damn” was the only thought flowing through DJ’s head. She watched Ian grab the phone, look at it, and turn it off.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as Ian pulled her into another embrace. As their tongues began the dance of starved lovers, DJ felt Ian’s hands begin to roam her body. She could feel his strong hands caress her spine. She began to melt into his arms. When Ian broke the kiss, DJ looked up at him through lust filled eyes. Not a word was spoken between them as she took his hand and led him upstairs to her room. Upon entering the room, Ian began to unzip DJ’s dress. As the dress fell to floor, he began to twirl her around and admire her beautiful chocolate skin. Ian had been waiting months for this. He had been wanting to partake of this beauty since the very first conversation. His eyes were drawn to her voluptuous breasts begging to be released from the confines of her bra. Her nipples begging to be caressed and stroked. DJ noticed the sizable bulge that had formed in the front of Ian’s pants.

She reached to undo his belt and release the python from its prison, but Ian stopped her. “Tonight is all about you, sweet lady,”Ian whispered as he began to kiss her neck and trail his way to the top of her breasts. As he planted kisses, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “She is more beautiful and softer than I could have ever imagined,” thought Ian. Ian had DJ lie back on the bed and spread her legs as he continued to lick, kiss, and suckle her breasts. Ian began to trail kisses down her stomach until he was met with the top of her thongs. Ian then stood up and began a slow strip tease for DJ. It seemed like it took forever for him to unbutton his shirt. DJ was so aroused by the sight that she began to play with her nipples. When Ian noticed her hand journeying south, he slapped it. “Not time for that, yet. Just watch the show, play time will be later.” DJ loved the forcefulness of his voice. “You’re being a very naughty girl. I think u might need a lil spanking.” Ian said as he removed his pants. Looking at Ian standing in front of her wearing nothing but his boxers and a smile had DJ’s senses on overdrive. DJ wanted to just jump up, rip off Ian’s boxers, and mount him as he stood. Ian looked at DJ and knew that the suspense was killing her. “Would u like to help me,” he asked seductively. Before the question was out of his mouth good, DJ was on her knees in front of him removing the boxers with her teeth.

As he bounced free, all 10” of sexy caramel danced before her eyes, she couldn’t help but taste it. As her tongue began to caress his thick shaft, she felt herself getting wetter and moister. DJ flicked the head with her tongue before trying to take him into her mouth. The only sounds in the room were Ian’s moans and intakes of breath. Ian was in ecstasy and he knew if he didn’t stop her, he was gonna blow. The smell of sex was so thick in the room and the real fun had not even begun, yet. Ian slid himself over to bed and sat down. Before DJ could continue her assault, he pulled her on top of him. With the speed of a cheetah, he had ripped her panties and buried his face in her warm, juicy pussy. As soon as she felt Ian’s tongue connect with her clit, DJ exploded in her first of many orgasms. DJ was determined to have Ian explode down her throat and catch every drop, so she picked up the pace. It was just so damn hard coz he kept sending her into convulsions with his tongue. Every time she tried to pull away from him, he would increase the suction and grip he had on her pussy. Ian knew by the sounds of DJ’s moans and screams that she was enjoying herself. DJ had to have this dick inside her, she couldn’t take it anymore. After Ian had sent her into several back to back knee wobbling orgasms, she whispered, “Fuck me”.

“What was that?” Ian asked. “Fuck me”, DJ said as she felt Ian slide from underneath her. “I didn’t hear u, can u say that a lil louder”, Ian said as he took his position behind her. “Fuck mmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, mmmmmmmmmmmm” was all DJ could get out cuz Ian had granted her request in mid phrase and was giving her what she had been waiting for. DJ felt like it was Christmas and her b-day wrapped all up in one. Ladies part 4-9 is coming soon but it you in a hurry mail me at ([email protected]) do not edit ma email add.

This is about how I got secretly seduced by my own teenage student. Bardhini had just turned 18 when I first met her as my student for contract law. She was as it is skillful in legal studies, though far more skilful in her own lustful techniques. I knew very well she was not interested in the subject which I was to teach her. On the contrary she made me wonder whose the teacher and in which subject. I operate my law business from home itself and my wife, Sonu, teaches in a coed’ commerce college. I’ve always maintained good reputation in society and Sonu trusts me thoroughly. She still trusts me, since she is still unaware of the secret affair between Bardhini and me. And I hope Sonu will never ever find out anything about it, or I’ll be doomed for a lifetime.

It all began from the day Bardhini started ignoring my words while I was teaching her, and thus making me loose my otherwise excellent patience over her. I tried to encourage her in many ways towards the subject of legal studies but she never paid attention. One day I frankly told her that if she’s not interested in learning then we must discontinue the classes. Then she looked at me with those soulful eyes, emotionally trying to flatter me and explain that she was having difficulty concentrating on her subject because of her menstrual periods and weakness. Since it sounded like a genuine reason I believed her. In the next few months she carried on in the same manner, so I asked her again that I can understand when she’s got her periods, but which happens only for a week in a month and not all the time. She used to ignore my observations and started building an emotional bondage between us stating that she is a rare case of having extended and irregular periods because of which she had several falls in recent past, after which I found it difficult to even scold her for no matter what mistakes she made in my subject.

I must admit she was indeed a master of her own subject of lust and sensuality. Gradually with such an emotional bondage growing so rapidly I knew that her purpose of coming over to our place was not for studying contracts. She kept giving me those desperate looks yet in a shy way, due to which it was even difficult for me to make any direct approach. I also stopped taking any interest in teaching her anything of contracts. Now we had started meeting each other for another more desirable reason, which both of us enjoyed. I also had a computer with internet connection. She herself asked me to show her a few law sites she had heard of from some of her friends.

I personally had never visited any law sites on the net as I believed in being a thoroughbred contract law professional and so spent most of my time in keeping track of the court cases and all. As she told me of more and more such sites we used to spend almost all the tuition time in surfing internet. During this her eyes were glued to the screen asking me to show more and more while my interest grew in keenly observing what she was wearing, not only what was visible to the naked eye but also under. Like I would allow my eyes to penetrate through her t-shirt or top (which was her usual dress code) to see if she was wearing a bra, if so what color or style it was. Below the waist she always wore either a pair of jeans or Bermudas. Her sitting so close to me, totally involved in watching the sites increased my curiosity to actually see what a young girl’s body looked like. In my childhood I never had any relationship with girls. The only first time I ever saw a nude female body was that of my full grown wife, Sonu.

Sometimes I’d get so desperate that I wished Bardhini was wearing a skirt which could make it easier for me to slip my hand up her thighs. I started getting fed up of both of us just watching all the law stuff on screen alone. So one day I gathered some courage to ask her what kinds of undergarments she prefers to wear and to describe her collection in absolute detail. But she was shy to share her personal matters with me. This got me more frustrated and I thought to myself “What the hell!!! I’ve gone completely out of my way to fulfill her wishes to surf all these law sites when she exhibits her, and now that I ask her something she withdraws?” Things had gone far beyond my tolerance now. I firmly decided to go ahead with fulfilling my own desires from now on.

One day charmingly I asked her that how come she always wore only jeans and Bermudas, and never anything like skirts. I tried to inspire her by telling her that I knew a lot girls who wore see-thru tops and very short skirts which barely even covered their arse. She simply expressed surprise as if she didn’t know that girls wore such things in general life, and that she thought females only wore such things for movies & magazines. Next few days I found her wearing thinner tops and t-shirts through which I could vaguely admire her fancy bras in all hot shades. I knew the girl was picking up fast. It was now time for her exam in college which she was not at all prepared. So she started spending more time for the tuition which she was still not serious about.

I didn’t bother anymore either since we both had only one desire left. One afternoon to my utter surprise I saw her entering our house in a knee-length translucent black skirt! And an equally thin orange t-shirt under which I could clearly see a black lacy bra. I knew for sure that this was the day we both waited for so desperately. I also knew that Sonu returns from college by 5pm and it was already 4pm. One hour was not less to finish a quickie at all, but it will still take time to get this shy girl started and cracking I thought to myself. Half an hour just passed away and she was still whiling away her time asking me stupid emotional questions. My hands along with the whole body were trembling out of impatience to attack her body. That’s when she hesitantly asked me if she could stay over that night at our place so that she can study through the night under my guidance. I was completely taken by surprise with this decision of hers and simultaneously afraid if her parents and my wife would be disappointed with our such proceedings. Finally in the next half hour Sonu returned home.

When I told her that this is what Bardhini’s plan was, I was again surprised that Sonu also did not mind. On the contrary she was excited that we will have company at home. Sonu often felt loneliness in the house because there was no one other than the two of us in it. Sonu quickly rung up Bardhini’s parents for their approval. Bardhini’s father picked up the phone, and upon a lady’s request he also could not refuse the idea. So here we were, Bardhini and me with our plans going steady and strong. Sonu was so excited that she immediately rushed to the market to get some fresh vegetables to prepare a delicious meal for all of us. She said she would be back in an hour’s time as she had to meet a friend as well, leaving the two of us alone at home. Little did she know that Bardhini and I didn’t need anything more delicious than our own bodies? As soon as Sonu left we both readily rushed to the computer, and in the following 10 minutes I made sure Bardhini was warmed up enough by watching the porn sites not law sites. Now with no more delay I took the initiative by putting my hand on her head, rolling it over her tightly tied shoulder length hair.

Slowly lowering my hand down her lightly hairy neck reached her thin orange t-shirt to feel a little of her bra. I got a perfect feel of even the hooks of her bra. Out of excitement Bardhini pushed her breast outwards where I could vividly see her nipples protruding through the garments. I left the feeling of those breasts and nipples for the night approaching. And got going with what I craved for more eagerly, her lower region. She was so nervous that she tightly closed her eyes not daring to see anything but only show me all she could. Before I even reached the elastic belt of her skirt she started raising it from her knees upwards, exposing half length of her silky smooth thighs. She was not able to raise it anymore than that, so I helped her feel more at ease by not raising the skirt, but slipping my hand under it instead. She just loved this graceful move of mine. I purposely made her realize that she also had a role to play and not totally depend on me. We were both aware that this was not the right time for the final act, since Sonu was still to come. We knew that we had to wait until we were through with the dinner and until Sonu fell asleep. So we did.

Dinner I guess was delicious as Sonu was expecting appreciation, but neither Bardhini nor I were able to concentrate on the food for the reason you very well know. I still managed with great pretence to adore Sonu’s cooking skills and she believed all of me. Even before Sonu went to bed, she seemed quite open to the idea that Bardhini and I were to stay awake till whatever late hour without her disturbing us anywhere along the line. All this simply because she trusted me too much. This made things a little too easy for Bardhini and me. It was only a reward of a very long and painful waiting. So here we were again, just Bardhini and I with the whole fiery night ahead of us. I asked Bardhini if she had brought anything night dress to change into, but she vaguely shook her head not willing to discuss anything out of nervousness. I offered her one of my thin ordinary Fashion Street cotton t-shirt yellow in color and a black lungi thick enough not to expose anything so that it would not make things too obvious for my wife to guess.

Bardhini went to the bathroom to change, and returned in an instant as if out of desperation. After all these long hours I finally saw a little shy and naughty smile on her face. I made her sit comfortably next to me near the computer again. We started with contract law programs thinking if just in case Sonu woke up we should not get caught. It was only 11pm then. This left us with plenty of time for a dramatic seduction. Bardhini was getting impatient to view the porn sites again, and I to view her assets. As the sites started revealing on screen she was fully engrossed in viewing them while I liberally feasted my eyes on her budding tits (still under cover). Now there was just no more waiting for anything. Her cheeks were pretty close to mine and our shoulders brushing too. I knew she was waiting for me to take the initiative. I started in the same procedure as I had in the evening, placing my hand on her head first, running my fingers through her hair.

This time I loosened the bun that the hair was tied in. her hair rolled down over the back of neck making her look more sensual than ever. It was wild and curly by nature. I massaged her neck for a few seconds followed by rubbing her back. I could already feel her t-shirt dampening with sweat along the back. Similarly the sweat from her forehead, armpits and breast area was also drenching the front side of her t-shirt. As I run my hands along the edges of her bra she slowly for the first time looked up at me with full obsession. Sparks flickered between our eyes and we both hugged each other tightly letting go of all our inhibitions. I bit her ears gently, and then wet her whole cheek with my watering tongue. I was roasting in the heat of her steaming hot body. I could feel her breath span increasing rapidly as she heaved with her breasts tightly pressed against my hairy chest. I began the unveiling of this sex angel by smoothly slipping her t-shirt off getting the first exposure of her fresh buds covered in the intricate designer black lace bra. I was still curious to know what it like is below the waist. As I said I had never seen the one of a young teenage girl. She voluntarily stood up to make it easier for me to undo her lungi, now standing only in the lungi and the bra. Her body was so soaked in sweat that she looked as if she has stepped out of the bath after a fresh shower. The smell of her sweat was so intoxicating.

I put my hands now on her heated arse and from there started lifting her lungi very slowly. I deliberately did this with such slowness that she was whining in desperation. By now her body was secreting from almost all possible parts. Her mouth was dripping, sweat from all the limbs, and also her pussy I suppose which I had not reached to as yet. Once the lungi was fully raised I was pleased to with her color combinations. Under the lungi was her fiery red panty the material of which was like a net, except in the pussy area. I snapped off the lungi in an instant to get an adorable view of her gorgeous image. This fresh young virgin teenage girl, with her remarkably fair complexion, standing in her most exquisite black bra and fire red panty! What a sight. “Thank you Satan for creating such a criminal” I thought to myself. I helped her undo my shirt buttons with her own hands and then also my pajamas. I was not wearing any underwear so she saw my dick for the first time already turned sticky with all the cumming caused by her seduction. I turned her around with her back facing me and undid the hooks of her bra, brushing the straps of it off her shoulders.

I keenly waited for the first view of her tits. But before that I thought of helping her shed the last piece of garment on her fully vulnerable body. As I was kneading away on her fleshy arse, I pushed my thumbs into her hole which made her almost scream so loudly that we both were scared it might have woken up Sonu. Fortunately Sonu is a deep sleeper, so there was no question of her waking up before 7am. Simultaneously along with kneading her arse I was entwining her panties with my fingers, almost wanting to rip it off but I knew she would be answerable to her mother for ripping such an expensive pair of panties, so I carefully slid it down to the floor and helped her step out of it. There stood this naked angel in full blossom completely prepared for the final act eventually. Even her arse released such a divine fragrance that my tongue went spearing into her rear hole. Every inch of her smelt and tasted like some sublime strawberry and cream. I let my tongue run upwards from her arse to her back and neck.

As I stood up I put my hands under her armpits and slowly allowing my fingers to creep over to cover her fresh buds. I massaged them for a while but was still dying to see those teenage tits as well as the pussy. I gently turned her face to face with me. The most amazing tender and soft buds she had topped with tiny sweet pink nipples. I suckled on them for some time. Then sliding my hands along her waist, my tongue reached for her pussy. My tongue dug into it deeply. My watering mouth and her pussy cumming together was making everything so wet that it felt being in a pool of sex in its grossest form. I pulled her down to the floor laying her on her back and started mounting me over her like a cavalry man would on his horse. I was also indeed riding her like on a horse in the next few minutes. My vigorous jolts made her cry for more which she expressed by slapping my body like a baby. This went on for nearly 2 hours after which even I was dead exhausted so you can’t imagine her condition. But this was not our first and last experience. After she used to boldly walk up to me and we did it progressing in each session as and when was convenient for both of us. My innocent wife doesn’t have the slightest trace of all this.

Hi! This is Pabby with my experience with a horny couple. If any females, gals, couple or group want to contact me plz mail me at [email protected]. Some people think that, when you get past the age of 40, your sex life slows down. Well, that was certainly not the case with George and Meena (his wife). His wife has always been an outrageous flirt, but until just after her 40th birthday, I didn’t really know how far she’d go – boy, did I ever find out!

“You really want me to do that?” asked Meena.

“Oh, god, honey, you’ll never know how much. I’ve wanted it for such a long time, I think since the first day we met, but I’ve never had the courage to ask either you or Pabby before now! What do you say? Will you do it?”

The question George just asked his wife, shortly after her 40th birthday party, seemed so strange even as it came out. George was one of my best friends and He wanted me to make love to Meena for as long as he could remember. He had finally been able to bring the subject up after a game of squash a few nights ago. George and I had just hit the showers after a particularly grueling game and were chatting idly. The subject turned to sex, and he found himself relating to his friend the sex session that Meena and he had enjoyed the previous night.

“She’s still a little tramp in the sack,” he said. “She’ll do just about anything, man. I fucked her ragged for about an hour last night and I reckon she must have had at least three big orgasms in that time! When I thought I was finally about to get some sleep, she started begging me to do her in the ass!”

“Shit! What did you do George?”

“What could I do? You know Meena, she usually gets what she wants!” he laughed as he continued to soap his body. As the water washed the soap out of his shut eyes, he opened them and looked at me. My friend had never been a small guy in the downstairs department, but as he looked, he was shocked to see my long, thick cock slowly rising to attention. I noticed his gaze and became instantly embarrassed.

“Shit, sorry George,” I said, trying to hide my erection as I spoke. “I haven’t got laid for weeks, and you talking about Meena like that… well…damn! Sorry, man!”

He half smiled and half laughed.

“That’s cool, Pabby. I just never knew you thought of Meena that way!”

“Oh, come on. Your wife is one HOT lady, you know! For a moment we both fell silent. He knew that he should pose the ultimate question now, or he would never do it – he just needed the courage to form the words.

“Well, Pabby,” he said, taking a deep breath, “how would you like to break that streak of bad luck?”

I looked more than a little confused. “Oh course I would,” I replied, “But it’s not for the want of trying, you know. How do you think you can help?”

“If I could get Meena to agree, how would you like to fuck her?”

I looked at him with open mouthed. He thought for a moment that he had tested our friendship too far; what if I thought that he was too weird?

“Fuck, man. Would I!” I replied after a second. “But do you think she’ll go for it? And are YOU sure about all this?”

He smiled at me. “Well, there’s only one way to find out, I’ll ask her!”

So, that was half the problem sorted out. Now he found himself alone with his wife and confiding his innermost desires to her as well.

“Hmmm, I don’t know about this, honey.” she replied to his last question. “Pabby is a good looking man, and all, but what about us? What about our relationship? I wouldn’t want that to suffer.”

He started to explain more about his feelings to Meena. After lot of convincing “Okay,” she finally said, “if it’s what you want, then I’ll do it! But you have to do something for me now.”

He was elated. “Sure, babe, anything you want. Just name it!”

“You got to tell me how bad I am for wanting your friend to fuck me!”

He smiled at his wife. This was a favorite of hers. One of the many things that got her hot and horny was for him to call her names and tell her how nasty and dirty she was. This was something that he had no problem with at all. Although it was the middle of the afternoon, they were both feeling horny and he had a good idea where this would lead. Meena was kneeling on our big double bed with him standing above her. He looked down at her and she lowered her head, a demure smile just visible on her pretty lips.

“So, you like the idea of fucking my best friend, do you?” he said in a stern voice, getting into character. She kept her head bowed; a barely discernable nod was her only reply.

“You like the thought of his big cock being thrust into you, you little slut?”

Again a nod of the head and a whispered “yes”.

“You’re such a tramp!” he almost shouted at her, “Nothing more than a married whore! Look up at me you fucking slut!” Meena obeyed his instructions instinctively. They both loved this game. As he saw her pretty face rise, the look of pure animal excitement was obvious. Her eyes smoldered with lust as he drew down the zip of my jeans and freed my aching cock.

“Suck it you little whore, suck your husband’s cock!”

The rest of the afternoon flashed by. Meena sucked him to orgasm and he returned the favor, spreading her long legs and ripping her little cotton panties off before pressing his lips firmly against her stiff, protruding clit and bringing her to a crashing climax. They fucked twice more

He used the bedroom phone to call Pabby. He just couldn’t wait any longer!

“Hi Pabby,” I said, “George here. Yes, I asked her…Yes, honestly, she’s cool about it…when? Um, well, what about tonight? You busy?…Great!…No, seriously, she wants to go for it…okay…okay…fine, 7pm then… see you then, Pabby.”

Meena was a little surprised at first that it was going to happen so fast, and he half wondered if she would back out. But all he had to do was to call her a “nasty whore” again and remind her of the size of my prick and the look of lust returned to her face once more. I arrived early and full of enthusiasm. We all sat in the lounge and shared a bottle of red wine while we exchanged small talk and pleasantries. Half an hour had passed before Meena spoke. He had been watching her since I had arrived. She was finding it difficult to hide her excitement; crossing and uncrossing her long, stocking clad legs and generally not being able to sit still for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Look, guys,” she finally said, rising from her arm chair, “We all know why we’re here, so how about we get something going? Pabby,” she looked directly at me, “I’d love to see this penis that George has told me so much about!”

I flushed red for a brief moment, and smiled. Once I saw that she was absolutely serious, however, I quickly unzipped my fly and hauled out my big dick. Gorge watched her eyes light up as they fell to his friend’s member. She licked her lips and immediately fell to her knees in front of me. Her long slender fingers wrapped seductively around my hard shaft as she began to play with my cock and balls. I sighed deeply as she began to work my foreskin up and over my large bulbous cock head and then slide all the way down again to the base. Tickling my balls briefly and grasping the shaft, she parted her lusciously painted lips and, forming an “O”, she took the mushroom shaped head into her hot, wet mouth. As she began to suck hungrily on my dick, Gorge started his verbal barrage once again.

“Suck him you little whore” he cried as he massaged his own solid erection through his pants. “Take his big cock in your hot little mouth. Feel the size of him. Go on, lick the shaft, and roll your tongue around his glans like the slut you are!”

His wife was sucking on my cock for all she was worth. She was kneeling in front of me with her ass in the air. The sight was too much for him and he quickly joined her on the floor, kneeling at her swaying bottom. I was moaning and groaning deeply as he lifted her skirt and flipped it onto her back. She had changed her panties from earlier and now wore a pair of sexy, lace thongs that revealed the smooth, creamy flesh of her buttocks. He pulled the single string that ran between her cheeks to one side and deftly thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. She was soaking wet down there and his fingers slipped in and out with ease as he began to finger fuck her hard and fast.

The harder he fingered her wet, cunt, the deeper she swallowed my big cock. He wanted to see what was happening and, looking over her back, he was just in time to see my penis disappear right down to the balls in Meena’s throat. She gagged slightly as I began to cum, but then adjusted the angle of her head slightly and allowed my emission to pour into her sweet, hot mouth. I had my eyes tight shut as I climaxed, but he could clearly see the obscene outline of my huge organ as it spasmed inside his wife’s mouth. As she slid back to allow his still hard cock to drop from her lips, her lipstick glistened with my seed and he could see some of the residue drip onto her chin.

Meena was still gasping loudly as he thrust my fingers in and out of her wet snatch. I joined him in helping her to lay down on her back and then assisted him in removing most of her clothes. The skirt was first. I quickly unbuttoned it and I pulled it from her waist and down her legs. Then came her white silk blouse. We took one side each and tore it apart; the buttons popping and flying through the air as she squealed her encouragement at us. The bra and thong quickly followed in the same hurried fashion and George and I knelt back to admire the semi naked woman on the floor between us. Dressed only in her dark stockings and garter belt and with my cum still streaking her lips, she did indeed look like a complete slut and both George and I told her so. Hearing our words, she wriggled her butt on the carpet and pouted at us. She looked desperate for more attention and we were both pleased to provide it!

I was their guest (and the whole point of the evening) so he decided that I should go first. He was amazed that my cock was still so hard and it throbbed out from my body, slapping against my belly. His own erection was painfully hard as well and he unzipped and released himself quickly. While I positioned myself between his wife’s outstretched legs and prepared to enter her, I began to roll my hard glans around her stiff left nipple. George and I were still calling her all the names under the sun, telling her she was a dirty little bitch, a slut and a whore. She lapped up the insults, her breathing coming in ragged short gasps, and as I eased my huge length into her open pussy, she screamed out in the throes of orgasm. It seemed to take ages for her climax to finish, helped along pinching and tugging on the hard buds of her nipples. I was not going to allow her to come down, either. As one orgasm led into another, I pounded my tool deep into her hot pussy, grunting my pleasure and telling her what a hot, wet cunt she had and how I intended to fill it with my cum. George watched the scene with a sense of awed fascination mixed with pure pride as his best friend lunged forward sharply and buried himself right up his wife’s pussy with a shout of joy. As I came, I continued to hammer my tool in and out of her, causing the thick white liquid to ooze sexily from the sides of her pussy and run down the crack of her ass. Gasping for air, I finally pulled out of her and sat back breathing hard.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “Meena, you sure are a great fuck! Only the nastiest sluts can take my meat so well.”

“You better believe she’s a hot bitch,” he said, not giving her a chance to reply for herself. “And she’s not finished yet! She’s still got me to cum yet!”

Replacing me between her spread legs, he looked down at his wife’s vagina. The hole was open and dilated, thick white cum seeping from the inside and dripping down to splash lewdly on the carpet under her. His dream had come true, and he wanted to celebrate this occasion by sticking his cock deep into her pussy amid the swirling liquid so recently deposited by his friend. My large organ had left her so open and wide that he hardly felt himself touch the sides of her cunt. He could hear a squishing noise as his own cock slithered up inside her. As he began to ram his erection into her pussy, he watched his slut turn her head sideways and lick my soft cock clean of their combined juices. He squeezed her buttocks together as he fucked her harder and harder, his cock flying in and out at a lightening speed. He kept watching as she hungrily lapped all the fluid from my cock, the sight bringing him closer and closer to his own climax.

Just as he thought he was about to pass out from the excitement, his balls and cock twitched wildly and he shot a huge stream of cum into his wife’s pussy. He wanted the tramp to see it happen, so pulling out quickly He joined me at her head and ran my greasy, spasming cock over her face and lips. She took it all with eager excitement and once again her whole body shuddered into another crashing orgasm. I stayed over the whole night, that first time. We both fucked his wife several times during the course of a sleepless night and in every position we could think of. Since that time, I have become a regular visitor to their house and we all but share the charms of our slut Bernice. Whenever she and George run out of new ideas, I usually manages to think up something for us all to do. This weekend we are taking her to the shopping mall. I have insisted that she shaves her pussy and puts on no underwear. Whenever we say the word “slut”, she has to flash her pussy at the nearest man or woman. I can’t wait to see their faces when they get an eyeful of her clean cunt! What a great life we have!

I am a female “Feet Lover”. It has lot of taste in licking the feet of women especially when they wear sexy high heels. I want to tell you a different type of story to you, which happen in a train travel. I was traveling with my aunt once. This “feet loving” is a mad thing, but when I explore the internet there are millions of people involved with this loving. I am lover of women’s feet when I was very young. Since now I touched, kiss and fucked feet of many female. If you like please contact me on email. We were going on train. We were in a Cabin of four people to sleep. During the travel I played with cards with my aunt, she was a good player. I don’t know that she was a real player of sex. During the playing, I fantasize with her feet, which was incredibly marvelous very white, softest, and well shaped nails.

She placed her feet behind my back. It was cool in the cabin and she took the blanket over her legs. I was next to her, then her feet hit my thighs. My heart beat was going 110 per minute when she touched me. Then I started fantasizing her. After sometime at night we were asleep. There was five person on the Cabin all other three (except me or aunt) were old persons. They take all three seats. Only one seat was remaining for me and aunt. She said that we have to sacrifice and share the seat with each other. And this was my dream to sit near her feet. She was tall women of 35 year old. She asked me if it would be OK if she stretched her legs out on. I told her that I didn’t mind, so. Her lovely bare feet were with my thigh. After a few minutes of fantasizing about her feet, she said she was chilly and covered her legs (and those sexy feet) with a blanket. “Shows over,” I thought, and reclined in the seat and started to drift off to sleep.

Something woke me, probably turbulence, and I felt something nudging the side of my thigh. I looked down and saw that she had stretched her legs out such that her feet, still under the blanket, and pressing against my leg. Her foot slid over even more. Now the tips on her toes were peaking from under the blanket and were resting on top of my thigh. Though the thought of having her feet in my lap excited me I gently pushed her feet back so they were no longer on top of my leg. She was still sound asleep and had no knowledge of what was going on. The chill was starting to make me uncomfortable, so I covered my self with my blanket, and dozed off again. I woke again to find this lady’s foot on my leg again. This time she had stretched out so her foot was almost in my lap. I moved my hand down and felt her bare foot under my blanket, resting on top of my thigh. I left my hand on her foot, very still at first and then I started to gently rub it. It was so nice to touch.

I could feel her soft toes, and wrinkly soles with my fingers. I could not see her foot, because it was under my blanket, but I remembered how sexy they looked and correlated my memory of them with their feel in my hand. She stretched her legs out even more, so that both feet ended up in the middle of my lap. Her heel was actually pressing against my cock, which had begun to swell with excitement. She was almost full extended, with her feet in my lap, but no one could tell, because of the blankets. All they could see were a pile of blankets, and our two heads. I continued my gentle foot rub, which quickly turned into a two-handed massage. I rubbed very gently as to not wake her. She had not moved in over an hour. Suddenly, she shifted her position. I stopped my massage, but left her feet in my lap. She surprised me by saying, “Don’t stop now. It feels good.” I was taken aback by this, causing me to hesitate while I digested what was going on. Maybe she was talking in her sleep, or not yet lucid from just waking up. She turned to me, looked my straight in the eyes and said, “Why did you stop just as it was getting good?” That’s all of the encouragement I needed to continue my foot massage, and this time I wasn’t shy about it. I vigorously massaged her feet with confidence.

I massaged each toe, then pressed my thumbs firmly into her arches, rubbing them up and down the length of her soles. She laid her head back on the pillow and fully enjoyed my ministrations. Then, she started wiggling her toes in my hand, and in doing so, her foot began massaging my now erect penis through my pants. Her feet kept squirming in my hands, and at the same time massaging my cock. I couldn’t tell if it was in response to my massage or did she know what she was doing to my engorged manhood. I stopped the massage for a moment, but her feet kept squirming over my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing. With one foot, she grasped my cock head with her toes and wiggled them over the tip. I wondered how far she would let this go. I unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing cock all of the way out. She stroked my bare dick with her toes the same as she had done when it was in my pants. The toes of the other foot had found their way to my balls and were manipulating them through my pants. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants to give her feet more access.

I slipped my pants and brief down just enough to expose my entire cock and balls to here wiggling toes. She had her back to me all of this time, but then turned to face me, leaned back on her pillow. She brought her legs up so her feet were again in my lap. Still the blankets covered everything so that our erotic antics could not be seen by anyone. She placed one foot between my legs so that her toes were directly under my balls. The other foot found its way to my cock and began stroking it while to toes of the first foot wiggled wildly under my balls. I was ecstatic. My pre-cum juices were flowing like a faucet, which made her toes slip easily over the shaft and cock head. Her feet drove me wild with passion. She could tell that her manipulation of my balls was sending me up the wall, so she concentrated on that. She grasped my balls with both feet, so that they were held firmly between the bottoms of the toes of one foot and the tops of the toes of the other. She then alternately squeezed and released my tender balls with her lovely toes, while I jerked my cock wildly. Her toes squeezed my testicles such that they ached, but just short of being really painful. Finding that level of pressure between pleasure and pain is difficult, but she was doing it perfectly. Her manipulation of my balls with her toes greatly increased intensity of my climax.

The first spasm spewed cum from my cock with such force that I could hear it splattering under the blanket. She clamped her toes tightly around my balls, causing to ache even more, but I loved it. She kept my balls tightly gripped with her toes until the last of the cum was drained from my cock. I couldn’t see where the cum had gone, but I knew there was a lot of it. With my hand, I could feel cum on the tops of her feet and ankles, and there was a lot of it on the blanket. My pants were soaked. I had to figure out how to clean this up discretely, but I didn’t worry about it just yet and just enjoyed the afterglow of satisfaction. After this I enjoyed the beautiful feet of my aunt till the morning. This is a true story that happened 5 years ago and I am still privileged with foot job from her each time I see her. Any unsatisfied ladies(married/single/ divorcee/widow) please contact me for a nice time. please send me your feedback to [email protected].

Main 30 saal ka naujwan hon,meree shadee aaj se 2 saal pehlee howe thee, suhag rat ko mera 9″ ka lund dekh kar meree biwi buhat daar gayee thee aur jab main usee chodna shuroo kiya too woh buri tarah se chillane lagi thee, use itna dard ho raha tha k usne mera land aur ander lenee see saf mana kar diya, majbooran main ne apna land us ki chot se bahar nikal lya,mere land ka siraf top hi ander ja saka tha lekin us koo buhat dard hone laga tha,khair is tarah pura ek week guzar gaya, lekin main usee puree tarah see na chod saka,mujhe sex buhat zayada tha, but mera sex puree tarah se satisfied nahi ho saka tha, yeh baat us nee apne makee (behan aur bhabhi) ko batayee k main ne abhi tak apne husband se chudai nahi karwa sakee hoon, because un ka land buhat bada aur mota hai, mujhe buhat dard hota hai, main kiya karon?

Uski behan aur bhabhi ne samjaya k jawan ar handsome admi ka land too hota hi aisa hai, too too lucky hai zoo tujhe itna bada land mila hai, kisi bhi tarah se us ka pura land apni chot main lee loo,bada maza aayega,lekn meree biwi phir bhi buhat daar rahi thee, yeh sab sunkar us ke bhai ki biwi us ki bhabhi ko buhat maza aa raha tha,aur woh kuch soch main pad gayee thee, (yeh baat mujhee us ki bhabhi ne us wakat batayee jab main ne us koo chodna shuroo kiya tha)aur woh koi palan banakar mujh see milna chahtee thee, main sex pura na hone ke karan udas udas rehta tha, ek din jab hum donoo us ke bhai ke gher gayee howee thee dawat main tab bhabhi ne mujhee akelee main kaha k woh mujh see kuch baat karna chahtee hai,main ne apna cell umber un koo de diya,ek din bhabhi ne mujhee call kee aur kaha k kiya hall hain, main ne kaha buhat bura hai,kehnee lagi mujhe sab pata hai tum abhi tak apna sex pura nahi ker sakee hoo.

Main ne jawab diya haan bhabhi mujhe bohat takleef hoo rahi hai,abhi tak main satisfied nahi hoo saka hon,is par bhabhi (jin ka naam rosy hai) ne kaha tum fikar mat karoo main koi arrange kertee hon k tumhara sex pura ho sakee, main ne pucha, kaisee? Rosy ne kaha,main koi arrengment ker kee dobara tum ko contact karongee, aur hum kahin mil kar is baree main baat karengee, main ne kaha, theek hai,main wait karonga,teen char din ke baad rosy ke caal aayee, us ne kaha main kal apni maan ke gher jawongee,woh log kuch dino ke liyee kahin ja rahee hain,gher main siraf main hi hongee,tum kal 5 pm ko aa jana, main khush ho gaya aur kaha main wakat par puhanch jawonga,dosree din main thek wakat par rosy ki maan ke gher chala gaya, woh her main akelee thee, us ne mujhe wellcome kiya aur gher ke ander lee gayee, rosy meree biwi ki age ki hi thee.lekin meree biwi se zayad khubsurat aur sexy thee, man aur woh andar ja ker bed par baith gayee,us ne mujhee kuch jalpan ka pucha main ne kaha, abhi nahi bad main dekhengee, phir woh meree sath baith gayee ar pcha k kiya baat hai, tum apni biwi se satisfied kiyon nahi hotee hoo.

Main ne kaha aap ko too pata hai na,woh abhi tak meree sath sex nahi kar saki hai, mera size bada hai aur mota bhi hai,usee buhat dard hota tha, isi liyee aaj tak us nee mujhee satisfied nahi kiya hai, is par rosy ne kaha, kiya koi aur tum ko satisfied karna chahee too kiya tum man jawoogee? Main ne kaha koi se aap ka kiya matlab hai? Us ne kaha chaloo aisa samjhoo agar main tum ko satisfied kar don tab? Main yeh sun kar ashcharyee main pad gaya, woh muskaratee howee boli, main tumhara wh dekhna chahtee hon,jisee tumharee biwi abhi tak nahi lee saki hai,bcause meree pati ka buhat chota hai aur main khud bhi abhi tak sex ka sahee maza nahi liya hai, kiya tum apna aur mera sex problem solve nahi kerna chahoo gee? Main ne kaha agar tum chahtee hoo k hum dono ka yeh problem solve hoo jayee too mujhee koi objection nahi hai, woh khush hoo gayee aur mera ek hath pakad kar usne apnee boob par rakh diya aur meree kafi kareeb main aa gayee.

Main us kee boob ko dabanee laga aur us kee honton par apne honth rakh kee usee chusnee laga,woh ek dam see exite ho gayee thee.us ne apna ek hath meree paint ki zip khol kar meree land koo apne hatha main le liya aur dabanee lagee, ufffff kiya maza aa raha tha hum donoo koo,us kee boobs buhat sakhat thee aur nipples gulabee coulur ke thee, main ne dosree hath see us ki chot par apna hath pherna shuroo kar diya, woh siskaree kenee lagee,dostoo, is ke baad kiya howa woh main apni next story main aap ko details main batawonga, hope u all enjoy this story please wait and watch thanks

As I initiate my younger, very cute, slim, sister in anal fucking three times on. Pehle din, pehli bar, pehli raat,teen bar,maza aa gaya. Mere Lund ne Savita behan ki Gand maar ker shriganesh kar diya thha. Pehli bar behan ne jab dressing table ke sheeshay mein mera pura Laura apni Gand mein ghusa dekha tau zara hairan si ho gayi thee.Raat ko teen bar Gand marne ke baad meine behan se poochha thha ki sach sach bataye ki use koi dard ya taklif tau nahi hui thi ! Savita ne bataya thha ki shuru mein jab 3/4 dhakkay lagay tau kuch dard hui thi lekin makhan ki chiknahat aur mere sabr se halke halke ghusaane ke karan,jab jagah ban gayi aur rasta ban gaya tau bilkul koi dard nahin hui. Savita ne bataya ki doosri bar Gand maarne par usay mera poora Lund lene se Gand mein halki halki gudgudi si aur achha sa maza aya thha.Aisa sun kar ab mujhe laga ki Behan ki Gand maarne ka rasta ab khul gaya hai.Mujhe bhi apne ooper bharosa ho gaya ki dheeraj aur sabr ke sath Gand mari hai tabhi tau behan ne koi na nukar nahin ki,balki dilchaspi hi dikhayi. Teesri bar meine Savita ko peeth ke bal chit lita kar ,dono tangay uthha kar apnay kandhon par rakh li thhi.Aisay Savita ki choot aur Gand dono hi mere samneay thi.

“Savita,meri pyari chhoti si behan,is waqt tumhari Gand ki badi behan,bhawishya mein us ko chodnay wale Lauray ko dekh rahi hai,aur apni mook bhasha mein minnat kar rahi ki mujhay bhi chodo aur mera haq mujhay do.” Meine apnay Lund ko behn ki Gand kay surakh par rakhtay huay kaha.

“Bhayya yeh Gand ki behan kaun si hai,aur kahan hai?”

“Wah Savita wah, tum kitni bholi ho.Yeh bhi nahin janti?”

Meine apne Lund ko Gand se hata kar behan ki choot ki darar mein 2-3 bar ghumaya aur uskay clitoris ko ragar kar kaha ki,”Yeh dekho,tumhari yeh ,ikloti,kunwari,achhooti, choot hi Gand ki badi behan hai.”Tab Savita ne apne dono chootron ko hila kar mere Lund ko apni choot ki position se hata diya aur kahnay lagi,”Ab apnay promise ko dhyan mein rakho ki is ka upbhog tabhi karayngay jab aap ke pas condom hoga,mere pas garbh-nirodhak goli ander lagi hogi aur ek goli mein khaoongi.”

“Savita tum sach much badi kanooni ho,lo ab karo apni makhni Gand mere samnay aur dono chooteron ko, dono hathhon se phaila do,mera Lund tumhari Gand ka bhog laganay kay liye aatur hai.”

Is par Savita nay position thee karli aur mere Lauray kay liye chootar phaila diay.Behan kay goray goray hathhon se phailaye huay chootron ke beech gulabi Gand mere Lund kay liye tayyar thi.Ek halka sa chumban hoton par de kar halka sa dhhakka diya.Makhan ki chiknai say tar-batar meray Lund ko behan ki Choot mein ghusnay mein zara bhi kathinai nahin hui.Savita se ijazat le kar nirbhik ho kar khoob Gand maari,dono kandhay mazbooti se pakad rakhay thhay,dono tangay mere kandho par rakhi honay kay karan Savita ka poora sharir meray control mein thha.Hum dono paseenay se bheeg chukay thhay.Savita ka chehra poorn roop se shaant thha,jo is baat ka prateek thha ki woh kamvasna mein poori ruchi le rahi hai aur lutf uthha rahi hai.Aur tab meine use apnay veerya ke discharge hone ki suchna detay huay zordar gati se Gand ka mardan karne laga.Aakhir , meri pyari si behan ki mastani Gand garam garam veerya se bhar gayi. Ab hum dono hi bohut thhak gaye thhay. Doosray din subha uthh kar her roz ki tarha tayyar ho kar school kay liye nikal paday.Hum dono ne koi bhi aisi pritikrya nahin ki jis se zahir ho ki raat bhar bhai-behan Lund-Gand ka khel chukay hain.Bus,itna hi kaha meri behan nay ki uski taangay thaknay kay kaaran kaanp rahi hain.Is par dono hi muskra paday.

School se wapis aatay huay,apnay say baday dost ke saathh mil kar chemist ki ek dukan se condom liye.Dost ne bohut poochha ki condom kyon le raha hoon tau bahana bana diya ki kabhi dekha nahi is liye aaj bath-room bund kar kay dekhoonga; aur usay tarka diya. Idhar, Savita ne doosri dukan say apni Choot kay liye Anne French hair removing cream,khanay kay liye Garbh-nirodhak goliyan aur Choot kay ander rakhnay wali garbh-nirodhak tablets lay li.Mein dur khara hua thha.Jab usnay mujhay yeh sab bataya tau behan ki dileri par bada hairan hua. “Savita tum nay tau kamaal kar diya,kaisay itna hausla jutaya yeh sab kuchh dukandar se mangnay kay liye?”

“Bhayya sharam tau aa rahi thi lekin apne waiday ko poora karnay kay liye thhori der saari jhijhak chhor di aur dharaktay dil se sab kuchh maang laayi.Kya karti,raat ko apnay bhai ki sewa bhi tau karni hai na.”

“O Savita really tum mujh se har baat mein kahin aagay ho.Is waqt ghar mein hoti tau mein tumhari dhher saari pappiyan le leta.”

Savita ne jawab mein muskuratay huye kaha ,”Koi baat nahin Bhayya,muaka milnay par ji bhar kay le lena,mein bilkul manha nahin karoongi;hum dono kay beech yeh condition hai ki koi bhi kisi baat kay liye inkar nahin karega,.”

“Savita, tum phir bazzi maar gayi aur mujhay yeh yaad karwa diya ki chudai mein hum dono mein se koi bhi kisi baat kay liye inkar nahi karega.”

“Bhayya meine pehlay bhi kaha thha ki ghar ki aurtay hi in baaton ka dhyan rakhti hain,aakhir aap ki sagi behan hoon,apnay bhai ka khyal nahin rakhoongi tau kiska dhyan rakhoongi!”

Ghar kay pas pohunch kar dono chup ho gaye aur apni cheezon ko chhupa kar rakhnay ki taqeed kartay huay raat ki intezar karnay lagay. Chupke se mere kaan mein Savita yeh kahtay huye chali gayi ki usko abhi raat ke liye bohut si tayyari karni hai.Mein hairan sa thha ki ab baaki kya reh gaya hai jo behan ne mujhay aisa kaha hai !.Meine mur kar dekha tau Savita ne mujhe jeeb nikal kar munh chidatay huye ek flying kiss dedi. (Readers, please take advantage of your lonely,comfortable atmosphere of your house, Sirf thhora hausla kar kay apni behno ko chudai ka tohfa de do. Behno se haath jor kar prarthna hai ki woh apnay bhaiyon ko apna bharpoor sehyog de kar apni chudai karwa lein.) Raat ko kya hua?