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Jim – The Trainer

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

Hi I am Pankaj. Coming straight to story, this all Happened last year, I live in Society, and our society have 70 houses, 30 tenements and rest flats. I must thank our society builder, all this happened due to him. Our Builder had allotted a private Jim for Society purpose only with club house too… It had multipurpose Equipment, Cycle, walker, twister and weight lifter. No one use to use Jim hat frequently.

Now I being a Engineering student use to study out of town. Last year when I came for my Sem break. I and my society friends thought of renewing the Jim. We maintained all equipment and also raised fund in name of membership. As it was Private Jim, this time ladies Also took keen interest in shopping themselves (it all due to money they gave). As I was elder of all responsibilities was on me.

Now during this period Mr. and Mrs. Sharma shifted in our society, we also asked them to be member of or Jim. They were ready and paid on spot. Now the story Begins, Mrs. Sharma (Rita) was in her 30’s she had good figure 34-28-36. And she was fair and of medium height. Her husband was on high post in some private company so use to come late. One Day as I was in Jim doing Exercise she came in club for her first visit, she was wearing red sari and was looking Real Sexy.

I greeted her and also showed her around, she was impressed by the management and was eager to start her work out, but she needed a trainer. Now till date no ladies use to come in Jim so no need of lady trainer was there, and we boys knew all basic exercise so we never had trainer. I asked her that I will arrange a lady trainer, she said “its ok with me if u can teach me.” i was bit shocked and was happy also. Who wanted to miss chance to be with such a beautiful lady. I agreed.

Then we fixed time it was 8:00am in morning as his husband use to go at 7:45am. As i was on vacation it was ok for me. I was excited and woke up early in morning. I went to Jim at 7:30am as i was eager to meet her. At 8:00am sharp she came in. She wore a track suit and a Jacket. After small hi hello.. i asked her to warm up by walking on tread mill, that time she took her jacket off… Oooh my god she was wearing a sleeveless tight T-shirt with her nipples visible over the T-shirt. I was staring at her.

But I controlled myself and ask her to walk on it. While walking her breast use to move up and down, I thought that she must not be wearing any bra. that day as it was her first day I asked her to do only walking and cycle, This all continued for 3 days, after that on fourth day, I ask her to do multipurpose equipment for her back and legs joint this time while showing her the method I touched her accidently..

Oooh my god it was electrifying. She was smooth and soft. This gave me instant erecting. She also noted a tent on my track. I was ashamed but i controlled and showed her other methods. But now she was touching my body willing. She also enjoyed teasing me. I also never said anything as I love looking her huge breast with nipple visible on it and also liked her touching me. I use to masturbate thinking of her. Now the day came. She was early in Jim. As no one use to Come so late(due to early timings of Job) she was all alone in Jim when I came.

I was surprised seeing her early. I asked “U r quite early” she replied “Yes my husband went out of town due to office work early in morning so I woke up early and thought of coming early” then we started doing out workout. That day she weighted herself and she was happy as she had lost 1kg weight. That day she invited me at her place for coffee. As I always want to go at her place I accepted it. After workout we went to her place. Her flat was on top floor.

She had really beautiful house. She welcomed me in and asked me to sit. Then she went inside and started making coffee. When she served me coffee i saw a mysterious smile on her face. We knew each other for last 15days so we were as friends. That time she asked me did i had any girlfriends? I replied negatively as No one in my society knew about my affairs. She was shocked and started to smile.

We then talked general and she stood up and asked me to stay while she took bath as she was accepting milkman to come that time and asked me to open door for it. As she went to take bath in her bathroom which was in her bedroom she kept her door open. I was sitting in such a way that I could see the dressing mirror in her room from my place. And from mirror reflection I can see her bathroom door. The near view of door made me aroused.

Now I was waiting for her to get out of bathroom so that I can get good look of her sexy body. Min. after she opened her door and I was astonished she was totally naked there.. I totaled aroused. I got full 6″ erection she speedily wore her white panty and white gown. while wearing gown her eyes fault on mirror and she saw me. she was surprised and gave a smile too. I thought that this was my day. She came outside and ask me what did I saw,

I replied nothing. Then she asked pointing towards my dick “what is this?” I was ashamed. She touched my dick with her hand and I felt shock of 440v in my body. She started feeling it and slowly slipped her hand under my track. I was in no condition to stop her I was in haven. I was feeling so great that I never came to knew that she made me half nude. Then she started jerking my dick.

And also started to lick it. I was feeling really good. She pointed me towards her bedroom and we went there. There she made me lie down on bed and stared making me nude.. I also started feeling her breast. They were stiff and soft too. As I made my finger roll over her breast she started moaning. I also took off her gown and there she stood in front of me only in white panty. i hugged her and kissed her on lips. The kiss lasted for 15min. then I suddenly remember foreplay as I had seen in one of the prone films.

I made her lie down on bed and I went to her kitchen. I took few ice cubes and a butter and came back to her. Then I blind folded her eyes and Said ” this would be most Happiest Fucking for u” I bit her ears and started to kiss her on neck and back. Then I took one ice cube and stared to rub on her back. She jumped due to this surprise. but as I kissed her back she got relaxed. then I rubbed ice all along her back and licked the ice trail.

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The History

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

Hi!!I’m Ashu,18 ,male, from Mumbai.A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, eighteen-year-old kid, in my second-last year of high school, and I remember that I was not exactly Mister Popularity, either. I remember that feeling of not always fitting in, although I still had a few friends of my own, and I wasn’t a total misfit, and I remember being a virgin, even though I had sexual thoughts on my mind a lot of the time.

I also remember knowing that was a situation that was unlikely to change any time soon, but most of all, I remember the first time I saw Miss Martin. First period on Tuesday mornings was modern history, and our teacher was Mrs Weston. She was tall, with wavy, dark hair, and probably aged around her late thirties, or maybe even early forties, for all I knew. She had pretty eyes, and high cheekbones, and she probably would have been quite good looking, except she had a receding chin that kind of spoiled everything.

I guess Mr Weston didn’t think so, after all, he married her, and he was also a teacher, in the mathematics department of the same high school. My dad was a friend of Mr Weston, and they would get together for a few beers now and then, and occasionally I would see him and his wife outside of school hours.

I remember we shuffled into class as usual that day, a room full of teenage kids, with the scraping sounds of chairs being moved around, books being placed on desks, and the murmur of conversation, along with occasional giggles from around the room, as we waited for Mrs Weston to come in and start the lesson. My desk was in the second row from the front, and I was turned around in my chair to talk to my friend, Donnie Selwyn, sitting behind me, and we were laughing about something stupid that one of our friends had done on the weekend.

Normally, as the teacher walked in, the murmur of conversation would tail off, as gradually everyone in the room became aware his or her presence. This time, all conversation stopped in an instant, and I looked up at the door, at the back of the classroom. Instead of Mrs Weston, conservatively dressed, middle aged, and by now comfortably familiar to us, I saw a real, live, actual goddess walking in.

I think my own mouth fell open, and in fact I would not be surprised if every male jaw in the room dropped with the precision and singularity of movement of a US Marine drill squad. This exquisite woman walked, with a sexy, swaying, lilting step, to the front of the classroom, and said, “Good morning, class. I’m Miss Martin.”

As soon as she spoke, emphasizing the “r” in “morning,” and pronouncing “class” so it rhymed with “ass,” we knew she was from the United States, and at first I thought she was African-American, but she was later to tell us that she actually had Egyptian in her ancestry. She looked like was about five feet six, with a curvy figure, smooth, golden brown skin, wavy, dark brown hair that was halfway down her back, and pulled into a ponytail, big brown eyes, in an oval-shaped face, with a sexy mouth, and an incredible smile.

Her breasts were round, beautifully-shaped, and perfectly in proportion to her frame. Moving down, her legs were shapely, and smooth-muscled, with that shiny, golden-brown skin just adding the final touch of perfection.

She was wearing a short-sleeved dress, made of a crepe-like material, in pale lilac, with a swirling pattern of pale blue and purple flowers all over it. It looked a whole lot better on her than it sounds, and it was short, coming to about five inches above her knees, so you could see her sexy legs, and it was shaped at the waist, with a belt made of matching material, so it hugged her figure, all the way. On her feet, she had open-toed leather sandals.

Miss Martin was a walking wet dream, and to say she oozed sex would be like saying “Star Wars” was a movie with some space ships in it. She turned to the blackboard, and wrote her name for us to see, and as she wrote, reaching over her head towards the top of the blackboard, her butt jiggled, and her crepe dress swished, and I felt a tingly feeling in my gut as watched her. I don’t think I was Robinson Crusoe in that room, either, and I’m sure every male student had his eyes riveted on that butt, as he mentally undressed our new teacher.

Miss Martin turned to face us again, with that big smile, and said, “I’m gonna be taking some of Mrs Weston’s classes for a few weeks, while I’m over here on an exchange program. I’ll be taking up where she left off, so some of you guys might have to help me out, and show me where you’re up to. Is that okay?”

In Australia in 1980, teachers never addressed their classes as, “you guys,” so, straight away, we knew history lessons would be different with Miss Martin.

“Just so you know,” she started, “My name is Katy Martin, and I’m from the United States. I come from little town called Branxton, in Northern California, but since I qualified as a teacher, I’ve been working in a city called Sacramento, which is our state capital. I’m twenty-six years old, and I’m going to be in Australia for three months.” She finished with that smile again, and added, “And, by the way, I just love this place.”

She moved across to the teacher’s desk, and looked at some papers, and then looked back up at us, and said, “Now, I know you’ve probably got a million things you want to ask me, but first up, I have to collect your history assignments. Mrs Weston tells me they’re due today, so I want you all to put them on your desks and I’ll walk round and get them.”

We all put our assignments on our desks, with a shuffling of papers, and Miss Martin started to walk around the room, picking them up one by one. I could see the other guys, and a few of the girls, exchanging meaningful glances at each other, as she walked past, and there was that murmur of voices again. I turned to face Donnie, and he said, “Look at that! She’s incredible.”

I didn’t answer, and just watched her swaying walk from behind, as she moved around the back of the room. I saw her pick up an assignment from the desk in front of David Buckley, the class clown, and as she walked to the next desk, he started making pelvic thrusts in his chair, behind her back, to the amusement of some of his tough-guy mates sitting nearby.

Miss Martin was certainly making an impression, and I actually felt butterflies in my stomach when she walked past me, and bent down to pick up my assignment, as I smelt her sexy perfume smell, and got a close-up view of those smooth, sexy thighs.

After she had collected our assignments, Miss Martin stood at the front of the class again, and she said, “Now, I don’t know the rules around here, so you guys might have to help me out with a few things,” but she was interrupted by Buckley, the self-styled clown, who said, “Well, for a start, Miss, we’re allowed to smoke in class, and in Australia, school finishes at midday.”

There was a ripple of laughter around the room, as she looked at him, and smiled sweetly, like she was talking to a six-year-old, and said, “Something tells me I might have to check that one out with the principal,” and then she looked around, and added, “Now, any other special rules I should know about?”

There were no answers, so she began to tell us a little about how she came to be in Australia, and how the exchange program worked. She told us a few other things, like how she kept forgetting where she was, and driving onto the wrong side of the road, and how some of the people in her country don’t even know we speak English in Australia, and the rest of our history lesson was a kind of question and answer session about her country, and our country.

She also told us a little more about herself, and that was when he told us she was part Egyptian, but it went way back, so she regarded herself as an All-American girl from California. Miss Martin told us she had been engaged back home, but her fiancé had broken it off, (Why on earth would anyone do that to her? I thought), so when the opportunity to go on the exchange program came up, she had jumped at it, thinking a change of scene might do her some good for a while. I was mesmerized by her the whole time, and even though

I’ve had a few women in my life since then, and I’ve been married to the love of my life for just over twenty years now, I can honestly say that no woman has ever made a first impression on me like Miss Martin did that day, all those years ago. The lesson ended, and we moved to another class, but I’m sure there were a lot of schoolyard discussions that day, about this new American teacher, with the hot body.

Our next modern history period was on Thursday morning, and after we had all settled in, Miss Martin walked into the room, wearing a pair of snug-fitting stone wash jeans, and a black blouse. Those jeans followed every curve of her round, shapely bottom, and at the front, they followed the contour of her crotch, and the sexy shape of her thighs. Once again, I got a butterflies feeling in my gut, just looking at her, and after she had said, “Good morning,” she placed our marked assignments in a pile on her desk.”

After a moment or two of small talk, she invited the class to pick up our assignments from her desk. We got up in an excited gaggle, and as each student found his or her assignment on the desk, we would retreat to our own desks, to see how we went. The assignment had been to write an essay on the factors leading up to World War I, and I had gotten so interested in the topic,

I had put way more work in than I would have done normally, and I was pleased to see Miss Martin had rewarded my efforts with an A+. At the end of the assignment, she had added a comment in red pen, that said, Justin, you have offered some interesting perspectives and gone into further detail than the assignment required. I think I would enjoy discussing this topic with you. Very good effort!

I wasn’t really a bookworm, but I liked history and I was pretty pleased with the A+ and the comment, especially coming from this beautiful new teacher, and I thought to myself, I’d like to talk to you, but not necessarily about history.

“Now, today,” Miss Martin said, “I’d like to have a class discussion about your assignments.” She walked around the room, placing a piece of paper on each desk, and said, “I want each of you to write your name on the piece of paper I’ve given you, and fold it over so I can see it from the front, because I don’t know any of your names yet. That way, I can call each person by name, and we can get to know each other a little better.”

We all did that, and Miss Martin began her discussion with us. She walked around the room, asking questions about the topic of our assignment, and, calling students by name, she would get them to stand up and offer some opinions or ideas, and share them with the class. She walked past my desk, and looked down at my name on the paper, and with a smile, she said, “Oh, so you’re Justin Payne.”

“Yes,” I answered, a little nervously, as often happened when a teacher singled me out in front of the class. “Your assignment was very good, in fact I’d probably say, exceptional,” she said, looking around the room as she said it. That just made me more nervous, because not only was the whole class looking at me, but I was being singled out for attention by this absolute vision of loveliness, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

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Party Se Hotel Ke Bed Tak

Friday, August 20th, 2010

Dear Friends, I am Ravi Pratap, 40, 5’8” well built body working in a company as Executive in Patna. I free time I used to chat on Yahoo Messenger and also very much like the sex stories. I read so many stories on HILMS as well as ISS site and also contributed three stories so far. I used to have role plays with my net girl friends. This is a story based on one of the role-play which I played few days back. It is just a fictitious story, but includes real type incidence which we both expressed during our chat.

Due to my job, I have to travel a lot throughout the country. Once I was in Mumbai on my official tour. After official job during the day time, I attended a party in a hotel given by my one of the friend – cum – colleague (based in Mumbai). It was his wedding anniversary. I was also staying in the same hotel. There were about 10-12 couples were attending the party with some bachelors.

I was standing in the hall with my 4-5 friends and having beer and jokes. Suddenly, one woman collide with me on back, and due to this my beer got fall on floor. With surprise I looked back as see a very beautiful woman (about 33-34 yr) in black sari was standing and feeling sorry as she could not control as she was walking fact to search her daughter. I smile and said “ok..no problem..you carry on”.

With this I again turned and took another glass of beer and continued our jokes. After sometime, I was to go to toilet, and on the way I seen her again with her daughter. When she looked at me, she smiled. I said hello to her and come near.

I said “me Ravi hu, aur yaha official tour par aaya hu.”
She: “oh.(smile)..aap kaha rahte he”
Me: “Me Patna me rahta hu..aur isi company me kam karta hu”
She: “Achha..me bhi yahi kam karti hu..aur mera nam Priya he. Priya saxean”.

Me: Appse milkar bahut khushi huwe.
She: Mujhe bhi.
Me: Aap yaha akeli he. Mera matlab aapke husband..nahi he yaha
She: (smile) nahi..me apni daughter ke sath aaye hu..mere husband Puna ke kam karte he.
Me: oh..thik he..Achha me thoda… Saying this, I moved away and went to toilet.

I was thinking about her. She is just a sex bomb. She was in black chiffon sari almost transparent blouse through which her black net bra was visible. She wore sari in such a way almost all of her stomach and upper cleavage was visible. Thinking about her, I felt a instant erection in my pant. But, I do not that, it will not be easy to get her as I know her very little and do not know about her nature. Then I again went to friend circle and started chatting with them. In this, I almost forgot about her. I again saw her while dinner.

She was sitting on chair in a corner and feeding her daughter with spoon and also eating her own. I took my food in plate and went near her. She again smiled looking at me. I sit near her.
I asked: aap kis department me kam karti he..

She: me manager sahib ki PA hu.
Me: oh..to tum Manoj ki PA ho..(Manoj is manager and also my junior).
She: ha..(it appears that she knows me).
Me: vaise ek bat kahu..bura to nahi manogi..
She: aap kaho na..

Me: aap bahut beautiful ho…aur es dress me to bahut he sundar lag rahi ho..
She smiled and looked at me: oh..thanks..
Me: aap nahi lagti ki..ek ladki ki maa ho..
She: phir me kya lagti hu..(I think she wanted to tease me a bit).
Me: sach batau…bilkul ek pari jaise lagti ho. Mujhe Manoj se jealousyho rahi he..ki tum uske sath pure din rahti ho..

She smiled, but by that time one lady came to her and they started to chat. I left her and came to my friends and had dinner with them. It was around 10.00 pm, and after dinner they had program for some enjoyment including dance and songs. So we sat on chairs in groups. After some time, couples were going on floor to dance. But I was alone and therefore has to sit. After about 10 min of starting of the couple dance, I seen Priya also sitting there, but her daughter was not with her. She was also alone there. I got one idea that why not to try her for dance. I got up from my chair and came near her and sit on a chair near her.

Me: aap ki ladki kaha he..
She: vo khel rahi he..
Me: aap dance nahi karti kya…
She: karti hu..par abhi vo nahi he…kiske sath kar sakti hu..
Me: agar aap chahe to mere sath..me bhi akela hu aur dance karne ki ichha ho rahi he..

She smiled and nodded in yes. I was very happy to get this response. I caught her hand and pulled to dance floor. Just like elastic she came with me..I put my right hand on her waist and another on her shoulder and she also did the same and we started dancing. While dancing also, we started some chat.

Me: dekho..aaj me bhi kitna bhagywan hu ki..aapke sath dance karne ka mauka mila..nahi to me eise hi ye night nikla jati..
She: aap eisa kyo kahte ho..mujhe bhi to mauka mila he na…nahi to me eise hi baithi rahti..
Me: oh, Priyaji, aap bhi bahut achhi bate kar leti ho..dil ko bahut achha lagta he..

She: aapne nahi bataya kuchh apne bare me…
Me: kya janna chahti ho..puchho..
She: yahi..aapki family..aur jo bhi …
Me: me married hu..aur ek beautiful wife bhi he. we have one son and will expect another in few months..she is a good housewife..Me Patna ka hi rahne vala hu..aur mother father bhi vahi rahte he..par ham log official quarter me rahte he aur mere parents parental house me rahte he..

Me: achha ye batao..tumhare husband Puna ke daily updown karte he..ya vahi rahte he..mene suna he..puna se bahut se log roj aate he..
She: Nahi..vo vahi office ke quarter me rahte he.. aur week me ek bar ya kabhi kabhi to 10-15 din me aate he..bahut bussy rahte he.
Me: phir aap to akeli hi rahti ho yaha..
She: ha..aur kya..meri beti ke sath..vo ek primary school me padhti he…ha ek aaya rakhi he..jo uska kam kar deti he.

While dancing, her pallu of sari gets displaced, and I have full view of her cleavage and her blouse cladden bra, pointed towards me..as if inviting me to have it in my hand…but I cannot dare to do that. She looked me staring to her blouse, but did not adjust her pallu and tried to look other side. I was confused about her intension. Slowly and slowly, I pulled her near me and caught her hips firmly and gave a bit squeeze. He looked at me and smiled, but did not resist.

I got hint about her intention, and pulled her further such that..her nipples were touching my chest. She was cooperating with me and moving along such position on dance music. I am getting excited by rubbing her pointed bra on my chest. My tool got tent in pant. I looked at her and pulled further that she was almost in my embrace. Since lights were very dim at that time, no one must have noticed. She felt my hard on and smiled at me. I thought I should go further to explore her.

While dancing, I moved my left hand on her blouse under pallu and caught her right boob and gave a squeeze. She just removed my hand and looked at me with some anger. That anger was with her approval, but asking me not to do in that place. I understood and smile. At one moment I kissed on her cheek and quickly removed my mouth. He just got a bit nervous. After that we continue to dance for 10 min or so when the dance was ended and some songs were started with music.

There were few artists called who were presenting program. When we separated, she moved to other side where other colleagues from Mumbai office were sitting. I was continuously looking at her and when no one was looking, I winker her twice which she accepted with smile. Then I got mixed with other friends and enjoying the program. At around 11:00 or so, I looked at her, and observed that she was little uneasy and was talking with her daughter. As I was looking for more time, she noticed and turned to me, but she was looked somewhat puzzled.

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Sara In Hayatabad Peshawar

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

I kept listening to her sad and touchy story and suddenly out of nowhere I asked Sara that if we meet than can I kiss you? There was a long pause and then she broken the pause with a whisper saying yes you can kiss me.

Sara is married for 4 years but is facing very tough time at her husband’s house in Hayatabad Peshawar. Her husband is having an affair with one of his colleagues which is dated even before their marriage took place. On her wedding night she was brutally fucked by her husband and she was taken to hospital for treatment. After all at time of marriage she was only 18 years of age. She had to accept the affair of her husband and would arrange meetings for them in their house.

Her husband would bring his colleague home and they would have sex in her bedroom and she had to bear all of it all alone. She was rarely given any importance and her sexual desires were never met by her husband. She was sexually treated once a month and that also for few minutes. I met Sara in a training organized by our university in a local hotel. She visited with her neighbor who was my junior in the department. It was a two days training session and the first day passed with only introduction session of the participants.

We never even saw each other that day. On the next day there was a group session in which she joined our group. She got impress by my talent and came to talk to me during lunch. She told me that I am a very talented boy and she can help me find a job. She gave me her email id and told me to send her my CV. When I reached home I sent her my CV but was not expecting any response. To my surprise she replied and told me that she had told her cousin about me and has given my CV to him.

After that we used to chat with each other rarely when we got time. Once we were chatting and she started chatting on webcam. She was looking very beautiful and her open hairs were adding to her looks which was driving me crazy. I found some courage and told her that she is very beautiful and is looking very lovely. She gave a sigh and made a sad face. When I asked the reason she started to tell me about her married life. I was shocked to know that she is married in such an early age and even worse she is not happy with it…

Gradually we opened up a bit and she started to discuss sex with me. She told me everything that how her husband used to cheat on her and how she than accepted the fact and helped him out. I felt sorry for her all the time but kept praising her for her beauty. Finally I told her to give me her mobile number and we started to chat through mobile. We used to talk till her husband will come back home from his job.

Finally when I could not hold back any more I asked her for a meeting. She said she’ll love to meet but she is scared of her husband. But I encouraged her in to it and she finally agreed for a meeting. She wanted me to visit her house in Hayatabad phase-3. Although I was reluctant to risk being caught but was desperate to meet her and get hold of her beautiful body. So I finally agreed and took the address from her. I normally use bike for my travel but I took a taxi in order to visit her.

It was 9:30 in the morning when she told me that her husband is gone and won’t return till 5 pm. I told her that I am on my way and kept in touch with her on mobile all the way towards her house. I was there in 20 minutes and told her to open the door. She came to open the door and was wearing a very smart dress. Her little assets were looking very appealing and reveling in the dress. She took me upstairs to her lounge and we settled there.

We chatted while she was sitting in front of me on the sofa. She then went to kitchen and brought some juice for me. After serving me with the juice she came and sat beside me in the sofa. She kept staring at me while looking from side. I was confused as it was the very first time for me to be with a girl like this. Although I had a lot of experience in kissing as I had a girlfriend with whom I gained a lot of experience but I had never had such an opportunity to be alone at a house with a girl.

So she put her hand on my pent and praised my dressing. I kept talking to her and looked into her eyes. Suddenly as if we fell for each other very badly, we hugged tightly. She was in my arms and I was hugging her and trying to believe that finally this beautiful girl is in my arms. I started kissing her hair and ears. She started to moan and whenever I kissed her ear she gave a sigh and her embrace got tighter. She grabbed my back and started rubbing it slowly. I started kissing her on her face now.

Starting from the forehead I came down to her nose and cheeks and eyes. That deliberately skipping the lips I slipped towards her chin and neck. She help me tight from my back and I finally placed my lips over hers for the first time. My first kiss was very gentle and I only touched her lips. Her eyes were closed and her lips started to give way to me for entry into her mouth. But I again kissed her on her lips, this time covering more space and pressing harder. In the third go I got hold of her lower lip and started to suck on it.

That was enough for her. She help me from my neck and her head started to go backwards. Gradually we sank into the sofa and I found that I am lying on top of her in the sofa and sucking her lower lip. Then I inserted my tongue into her mouth and we started to play with each others tongues. The sensation was out of this world and the feeling of her warm body beneath mine was driving me crazy. For the first time my hand reached out to touch her boobs. I still remember the sudden excitement that ran in our bodies at that time.

We kept kissing each other and I kept pressing her boobs. The perfect size which completely fitted into my hands was making me wild and this was something she felt in my kisses. Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked at me with a naughty smile on her face…. She said “Hmmm seems we have an expert kisser here”. I just smiled and said I am still learning the art. Now my hand was desperate to get into the clothes and remove all the barriers. I started to remove her shirt and saw her beautiful white belly.

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My Wife & My Close Friend

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

As a next step in my strong urge to expose my wife to others, lately I decided seriously to expose my wife to my close friend. My wife has no hassles in exposing to strangers in train, bus, in our car, or cinema halls and malls. We have done it at all these places very discreetly and without getting vulgar. But she was very apprehensive to expose to a person who was very well known to both of us.

I worked on her Mnd for almost 15 days before the scheduled visit of my classmate Mayur to our home in Kanpur. I told my wife that she has nothing to lose when I myself am going to enjoy her exposure to him. I also told her that we must keep exploring different ways to enhance our sex life and keep adding new spice to it to keep the romance alive. I told her that I will really enjoy seeing Mayur ogling at her assets or getting nervous due to is erection. She said that Mayur may take offense and he may think that we are pervert;

I may lose my friendship with him. Knowing Mayur very well, I assured her that nothing wrong is going to happen, I told her that Mayur will not know what to do; he will not even say anything. Mayur is married and likes his wife too. But his wife has put on weight within 2 years of their marriage and he is quite sad about it. We always discuss our wives on phone with each other and talk about their body and sex too.

My wife was surprised to know that I had been talking about her body to him. Now that I mentioned it to her, she wanted to know what all about her is already known to Mayur. I told her that Mayur knows her boobs are 34 C. her panty size is 34 too, she generally wears thong panties, and she likes lace bras. I have taught her to sleep nude at night with me; that I don’t allow her to wear bra and panty under her clothes when we are at home and now she is so used to it that she forgets to wear them sometimes even when someone visits us; she sometimes likes a vibrator for orgasm.

She likes her pussy licked by me but she does not like hard pressure on her clitoris, she sucks my cock like an expert, we do c2c on webcam on yahoo messenger with other couples and show all type of sex to them fully naked. But I had not told him about her exposure episodes in public. She couldn’t believe I had told so much to Mayur. But then she called me a naughty boy and said if he already knows so much, then little bit of fun with him is possible. She wanted to know what I had in mind.

She asked me, “okay, but I hope you are not thinking of parading me nude in front of Mayur”. I told her not to ask what I am thinking, because if she hears it, she may think I have gone mad. So I told her that it is all up to her how much to expose to Mayur. Now that I had put the ball in her court, she became mellowed down and asked me to at least tell her what I wanted. She said that she did not want to be seen as a slut to someone whom we know so well, she did not want Mayur to think that she has a loose character, or she is a nymph who is looking to bed with him.

I told her I have a plan which will make her exposure look very natural and unintended. I had worked out plan for all six days that Mayur was going to be with us which also included showing her full nude to him without him realizing that it is planned. When I told her my plan, she was mighty excited and I could make out she had liked it. Mayur was visiting out town for his company work. He was coming alone and was going to stay with us for almost four days.

He had mentioned that he would be leaving home daily at about 9 am with me and will come home with me in the evening at 5 pm. The day mayor was to come; I asked my wife if she is ready. She was quite apprehensive but excited too. She had done all the preparations as I had told her. I too had done couple of modifications in our house. She had shaved off all her body hair, including her pussy, had accompanied me to buy some clothes for her as per our plan.

What we had decided is that she will wear a total of four clothes at a time on her body (bra, panty, top and lower clothes) for the first day, three clothes for the second day, two clothes for the third day and only one cloth on her body for the last three days. Accordingly we had bought clothes which will enable adequate exposure of her assets without making it intentional. We had decided not to shock Mayur right in the beginning. So when we went in our car to receive him at the railway station at

7 pm in the evening, my wife was wearing a white shirt with round wide neck and a white knee length skirt with white bra and white thong panty inside. After the initial pleasantries, we sat in the car and moved to our home. I and Mayur, we sat in front, and my wife sat at the back in the centre of the back seat. She was chatting continuously to give an impression that she wanted to know all about his family, his wife and so on and was appearing unmindful of her dress.

As decided, she had by now having her shirt’s top button open (she had purposefully bumped into a lady on the platform to make it happen, and Mayur had seen her getting in to this encounter). She was wearing a push up bra with strings and her moons were nicely pushed up together peeking about one forth out of her cleavage. While placing his hand bag on her side, she had shuffled up her skirt while sitting in her seat so that her knees were clearly exposed and she was keeping a slight gap between her legs giving a little bit of view of her inner thighs.

As expected, Mayur was missing no chance to turn back and answer her queries, laughing, nodding, waving his hands, and making quick un-noticeable glances towards her cleavage and legs. After about 15 minutes of journey she intentionally closed her top button to give an impression that she is like any other lady guarding her dignity. Now she was leaning in front to talk to us with her elbows on her knees there by making sure that Mayur would get his share of view of her cleavage whenever he turned back to talk to her.

When we reached home; we got out and Mayur went to the back left door to take out his hand bag so that she could get out. She handed over the bag to him from inside and then slide along the seat to get out. This made her skirt ride up more and for a good 4-5 seconds he got a nice view of her left thigh, then she bent towards him and came out of the car, once again giving him a good view of her cleavage. She adjusted her clothes as if nothing happened and we all moved inside the house.

When Mayur was getting his suitcase out of the boot of the car, my wife glanced at me; she was seeking my approval of her actions so far. I gave her a thumps up sign expressing my happiness, and she smiled. She was enjoying it. We got freshened up; Mayur and I were now sitting in living room having a drink. My wife was working in kitchen getting the meal ready. The TV was on. Last week I had modified our TV shelf. I got glass sliding doors fitted to the shelves on both sides of the TV,

I got a mirror fitted to the door panels of the portion below the TV. The kitchen was in continuity with the living room and there was no wall dividing the two. Only a dining table was in between the sofas and the kitchen. So while facing the TV, one had to just look at the glass sliding doors adjacent to the TV to see what is going on in the kitchen behind. I had found out which seat on sofa is best to get a better view of kitchen and had offered that seat to Mayur. It took me just few minutes to realize that

Mayur had already discovered the use of glass doors and to cover his attempts at he even asked me about couple of gift items placed behind the glass. My wife was wearing a sleeveless kurta and a same pajama which was covering just till her calves. The cloth was thin enough to show the undergarments in a bright light. The kurta was again collarless with little more cleavage than usual. She was deliberately wearing black string bra which was little tight for her pushing up her boobs one third out of her bra.

She was wearing a black thong panty too. I got up and went behind into the kitchen pretending to look for something and told my wife that Mayur is watching her now. Then I kissed her on the lips and came back to the sofa. Mayur gave me a curious glance before pretending to watch movie on the TV. This assured me that he watched us kiss. To give him a closer look at my wife, I asked her to get me the mobile phone. She came closer and stood next to sofa little ahead of Mayur asking me where it is.

We both went into a two minute discussion on who had seen it last, who misplaced it and where it can be. I asked her to see in the shelf below the TV. She stood in front of the TV for almost one minute pretending to look in the side sheves. The light of the TV outlined her body curves through the thin cloth of her kurta pyjama. Mayur was watching straight as if glued to TV, but the fact was that she was right in front of the TV.

During her search, she gave good side and front views giving him good look at her undergarments and pushed up boobs through her thin dress. Then she did what even I had not thought of. She faced the TV and bent down keeping her knees almost straight and pretended to look for the mobile in the shelves under the TV. She opened only one mirror door and kept the one towards Mayur’s side closed thus giving him a good view of her cleavage in the mirror.

The light of the TV was now going straight between her boobs and her cleavage was exceptionally well lit. She had raised her buttocks facing us and the thin black thong of the panty passing between her ass cheeks was now almost visible. She stayed there like that for good about a whole minute. I didn’t even feel the need to see if Mayur was watching her booty, I was sure he couldn’t have missed it.

Then she got up as easily as she had bent and mockingly accused me of losing the mobile and went back to kitchen. I followed her in kitchen talking loudly cajoling her not to get angry and kissed her once again this time placing my hand on her right boob. Then we had our meal. Both of us sat on the sofa and my wife sat on the floor on the left side of Mayur, all watching TV. Her top button had opened again. She kept on talking thus giving ample opportunity to Mayur to look at her.

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Got My Friend’s Mother

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Hello everyone, I am Shravan,23 year old guy living in Bangalore, Karnataka….My best friend Shyam and I grew up next door. We have been best friends since the first grade. Shyam and I are both 19 now. My mom and dad divorced when I was very young and I lived with my dad. Growing up without a mom was hard. Shyam’s mom, Jyothi, always insisted I call her mom, I think she felt sorry for me and tried to be the surrogate mom that I didn’t have since my own mom never thought of me and cared for me. Jyothi was a modern woman and was open.

I was over Shyam’s house every day since my dad worked long hours. Jyothi didn’t mind since Shyam was an only child, she liked having me over keeping him company. Growing up next to Shyam I got to see a lot of Jyothi, and let me tell you she aged well. She must be around 42 or 43 years old now. She is not what you call beautiful like a Model, but she is very attractive with lots of curves.

Jyothi is about 5 foot 5. Big beautiful butt and large pendulous breasts. Jyothi and her hubby Shrinath owned a pool, so Shyam and I spent many a day’s swimming back there. Shrinath travelled a lot that left Jyothi, Shyam and I alone. Jyothi would often come out by the pool and join us, she usually just sunbathed. She always wore a bikini that barely held in her large breasts.

I always had to stay in the pool longer to let my hard on subside. Whenever Shyam went inside to go to the bathroom or get a drink I took the opportunity to steal glances at the bathing beauty. Whenever Jyothi got out of the pool she would wrap a towel around her mid-section but left her bikini top uncovered, she would often come out by the pool and hand us sandwiches and a drink. I always loved stealing a look at her breasts when she bent over to hand us the food.

I would always be very polite of course and thank her “thanks mom you make the best sandwiches” “You are welcome Shravan, now Shyam why can’t you be more like Shravan and be so well mannered” Which Shyam would always give me an angry look for making him look bad

As the years went by Jyothi always occupied my fantasies, finally the year arrived when Shyam and I graduated from High School. Shyam went off to college out of state, but my dad couldn’t afford college, so I went from job to job. I always took the opportunity to visit Shyam whenever he was down for the summer; I would hang out every day at his house, what Shyam didn’t know was that now I was hanging out with him just to be near Jyothi. I missed being around her.

Anyway I went over to see Shyam one day, and Jyothi answered the door. “Hi mom is Shyam home”“Come in Shravan, no Shyam left for college this morning” Of course I knew that I just wanted to be around her so I pretended like I didn’t know”“Oh man, I thought he was leaving tomorrow Oh well I guess I better go”“Don’t be silly Shravan come on in, are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich”

“That sounds great, mom”I sat down and watched Jyothi make the sandwich; she was wearing a nice sundress. Whenever she walked by the back door leading out to the pool it became rather see through, and you could make out her underwear and long beautiful legs.

“Here you go Shravan enjoy”

“Thanks Mom”

“So tell me Shravan what are you up to these days”

“Well I just started classes”

“What are you studying?”

“I am going to massage school”

“Really sounds like fun”

“Well I guess it can be, but I have no one to practice what I am learning”

“Don’t you have a nice girlfriend you can practice with?”

“No I am single right now Mom”

“Hmm I have an idea, it’s been a long time since I had a massage but how you practice on me”

Oh my god, everything I had hoped for was coming true: “okay that would give me the practice I need, when should we start”“How about right now Shravan, I have nothing to do” By now you must be wondering where Shrinath is, well he is out of state setting up a new branch, and he will be gone for another month while he does that.

I got up to leave and she said “Shravan where are you going”“I will be right back going to get my table and massage cream”“Okay hurry back, I can feel the tension in my muscles” she smiled as I left the home. I came back 5 minutes later and set up the table in the family room, put on soft music and closed the curtains and lowered the lights. She walked in and said “Oh my you really set the mood” “Just following my instructions I learn in class Mom”

Jyothi was wearing a robe and said “okay now what” I said “well why you don’t take off your robe and lie face down on the table” Jyothi took off her robe; she was wearing her bikini underneath. She said “I hope this is okay I wasn’t sure what to wear”“That’s fine Mom, lie down on the table“Shravan are you ready “Oh yeah sorry I was looking for the cream” I took some massage cream and rubbed my hands with it and I reached for Mom’s neck and started rubbing it. She purred “hmm that feels good Shravan”

I kept rubbing her shoulders working my way down her back, being careful to go over her bikini strap, I then lifted my hands off and I applied more cream. I moved down to her feet and gave her a long sensuous foot massage; she loved it as I rubbed her feet and toes. She moaned as my fingers massaged in between her toes.

I then proceeded to slowly work my hands over her ankles, and I slowly separated her legs slightly so I could massage the interior of her legs. As I separated her legs I stared at her inner thighs mesmerized by her beauty.

My hands worked they were up past her calves and now my hands ever so slowly massaged the exterior of her thighs, I could feel Mom’s melt right before my eyes as I moved my hands massaging her inner thighs, she parted her legs slightly, and I could see a wet spot forming on her panties.

She was getting real worked up as my hands moved closer to her pussy. She abruptly got up and said “wow Shravan I feel so refreshed I can’t wait for my next lesson“No problem Mom I can come back tomorrow if you like“Sure honey that sounds good”I left with the biggest hard on, I hoped she hadn’t seen it, I immediately went home and jerked off thinking about her, I came so hard my cum hit my chest.

Well these went on for about a week, every time I got close to her pussy, she would get up and thank me for the wonderful massage, and I was getting rather frustrated because I didn’t think anything would ever happen. Then one day I came up with a new plan, I said “mom I really appreciate you helping me out but I might have to find a new person to practice with”

“But why “Well I am kind of embarrassed to tell you “Come Shravan spill the beans“Well you see when I go to class the instructor tells us that when we do massages in the real world, people are usually nude and covered by a towel, it makes it easier to massage the body that way, and I didn’t want to embarrass you by telling you that”

Shravan, don’t be silly, I can lay on a table nude we just have to make sure I have a big towel to cover me, that’s all”“Are you sure Mom I don’t want you felling awkward”No problem, honey, if that is how it is done, that is how we will do it, besides I am really hooked on these massages now” Okay then why don’t I give you a little privacy, and come back into the room when you’re on the table all covered up”

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First With Sex Goddess

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

I had my first sexual experience when I was in final year first sem of my graduation. At that time I was 21 year old and it is end of the summer vacation. In those holidays my parents went to my relatives house to attend a function for five day and I was alone at home. They left to airport in early morning. As they left I switched on my system and kept 3 porn movies for download and went to bed. Around 7 o clock door bell ringed I opened the door and it is my maid servant I told her not to come to service for five days until my parents came back.

After she left I checked the download status and had bath by the time I returned all movies were downloaded. I started watching them and enjoying the action in it. Nearly I watched them for four hours continuously and now my dick is as hard as a rock and I was unable to control my feelings. I removed my clothes. I imagined of my sex goddess my neighbor Lathika(changed).Let me tell me about Lathika she is married Bhramin and four years elder to me with good figure and with very good skin complexion.

Her husband work in some other place comes to home every weekend. I can’t describe her beauty in words to me she is an angle living on earth. she has a year old kid but she looks as if she is sweet 18.Her sexy figure made me go crazy what all I want is to fuck her but I didn’t get any chance of it till that time so I masturbated thinking of her for countless times. All youth present in our apartment are crazy about her every one want to fuck her I can say even uncles want to fuck her.

With those uncontrolled able feelings I am about to start to pump my tool suddenly door bell ranged I was very deeply upset I shut downed my sys and opened the door. To my surprise I saw Lathika my neighbor holding two dishes in her hand she told me that she brought curry and rice for lunch as my mom told her to look after me until she returns. I invited her and kept those dishes on table while she was bending I was looking at her round and well shaped ass and this made my tool erect so hard was unable to control it when she turned to me she has seen that

I was on fire my penis was hurting me so badly I just want to drop my underwear she noticed my pain and surprisingly she told me “don’t hurt yourself so much I can help you”. I was
shocked she came near to me and removed my short and hold my tool with her soft hand .she took me into my bed room. I was totally out of control and I pushed her on to bed lifted her saree inserted my penis into her pussy and started fucking her liked mad bull.

As I was fucking her she started shouting ahhhhh…..stop ahhh.. stop and she pushed me so hardly that I was hit to wall and she started crying, I was frightened unknowingly I was drowned in sweat and started trembling out of fear she looked at me and told me that all men are of same kind they don’t care about women’s feelings and she left the room. I sat calmly for one hour and felt guilty for what I did to her but at that time I didn’t understood what she mean whether she want to have sex with me or not.

I decided to apologize her and to request her not to tell to any one so in evening I went
to her flat she opened the door and invited me inside within smiling face I was confused. As I entered into I apologized her but she told me to sit down and she brought a cup of tea to me and told me that women are like sweet flowers if you handle them roughly u can’t enjoy the total sweetness present in it and if u handle them smoothly then also u cannot enjoy the sweetness. All you have to do is care for them.

Really I didn’t understood what she told me she told me that her husband only fucks her
he dint care about her feelings and she was waiting for true and passionate sex for three years. Then I got some idea what she want me to do she asked me to leave now and think about it she assured me when I understood what she means completely then she will have sex with me.

I thought of for long time but I didn’t get it completely so I went to my friends house who is married a year back I asked him about the sex .He is my childhood and my best friend and we us to share our feelings very freely. He told me in shortly that every woman enjoys sex only when she is aroused sexually well and it can be done through foreplay and long lasting control of ejection. Now I clearly got an idea what she expecting me to do.

I came back to home and started searching this things in internet and once again door bell ranged and this time I was expecting her here she gave me dishes for dinner .I took it and told her that tomorrow she can get what she want and what she is waiting for she smiled at me and left. I got hell a lot of information about foreplay, sexual techniques etc through internet. On second day in night I went to her home around 9 o clock she is in a mini nighty and she is expecting me she invited me inside and

I saw her kid is sleeping she is with loose hair and her bra was so tight that I can easily see her cleavage of her big boobs .Her nipples are transparent through her nighty. Her waist so slim that it can take it in my hands she was wearing a black color panty and her thighs are so sexy I just want to eat them has a leg piece she has very long and sexy legs and they were shining to the light.I was just looking her each and every part and I lost myself suddenly she told me that I came here not look here but to do something else.

By hearing this I came to this world again she smiled at me and turned back to walk in to bedroom. Now I can see her round and well shaped ass which made my tool even harder while she was walking her ass ball were dancing and they were of watermelon size. Above all she has really great figure want I imagined of and now I don’t want to waste a single second by seeing I just want to start action so I followed into her bedroom. By the time I entered she was standing near to the bed and waiting for me.

I took her into my arms hold her so tightly that even air cannot enter into us. Her big boobs were pressing to my chest and I can feel the stiffness of her nipples. I lip locked her gently gave her and began to gave her a passionately kiss slowly I gave her a strong kiss our tongue were talking with each other our lips were glued very tightly. Then I slowly moved my hands on to her ass cheeks started squeezing them hardly for a moment and inserted my hands into her panty and removed it totally and again hold her naked ass and started squeezing her this mine

My fingers touched her ass hole by this touch she raised her head by say in aaaaaa….. and I kissed on her neck I can say I was sucking her neck she removed my shirt and my short now I am
totally nude we both slept on bed by kissing each other and I removed her nighty now she is totally naked and at last I saw her most beautiful parts for which I waited for such a long time. I hold her boobs sucked and licked them very passionately squeezed her nipples she began to say yaaa just do it yaaaa don’t stop.

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Virgin Sweety

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

My name is Sweety, 20 yrs. Old and doing graduation. My father is having a departmental store. In his shop every items of daily use were sold. There are many workers are working on our shop. I am quite fare in color. My figure is 36, 30 and 36. I am looking attractive. I was given a nick name Sex Bomb in my college.

One day I visited my father’s shop to give him lunch box which he forgot to bring in the morning. After giving him lunch box I was just walking in the shop. I was at the back side of one rack from where I can see my father but he can’t notice it. That time one sales representative visited the shop. He gave one box to my father. Father checked the thing inside the box and took out. That was plastic dick like structure.

Father: “No, Take it back. We are not selling these types of things of our shop.”

Sales Person: “Don’t worry Sir, Please keep it on your shop for one week only. If this item will not sell then I will take it back.”

Father was not ready to keep that item on our shop. But I have seen that thing first time in my life so I want father to be agreed. They were arguing. But at last that sales representative succeeded in convincing my father, so that box was kept on the shop.

Father called a working boy and said to him: “Sanju keep this box in inner self and keep your eye on it. Taking care of this item is your responsibility. This box we have to return to this Gentleman after one week if it was not sold.”

I was watching the entire episode very closely. Then I saw the place where that box was kept. Then my father went to his cabin to take lunch. I went that place where box was kept. I lift the box after seeing left and right. I don’t want anyone to notice me. But I was caught by that guy Sanju.

“Madam what are you doing?” he asked.

“None of your business, this is my shop. I can take anything from here, go and do your own job.” I replied him with keeping my eyes red.

“Agreed madam, this is your shop. You can take anything from here. But this item was kept in my charge and I was ordered to take good care of this item. I can’t allow you to take it. And by the way what will you do with this thing?” he again asked.

I was feared if he tells this incident to my father then he will take my class. So I decide to convince that guy. So I told him that Sanju I want only to see this item at my home from near when I will be alone. Please don’t tell this to my father. I will return this box tomorrow morning, God’s promise. He was not agreeing to allow me to take that box with me. Then I played that last trick of female.

“I will give you lip kiss if you allow me to take this box with me.” I proposed him. My look was as actress I was wearing tight white top and blue jeans that time. My boobs size and cuts were visible from top. If I propose my kiss to anyone then he can do anything for me. So he agreed. We went to our shop’s bathroom area. This was the time of afternoon so there was not much rush in the shop. There I stood quite and closed my eyes and waiting for his action.

Sanju came and at first he hugged me tightly. This was first touch of any male body at this age. So my heart started beating fast. Then he cupped and pressed my one of the boobs. My breath stopped. In next move he chewed my lower lip. I moaned light. Then he licked and kissed me. He was trying to insert his tongue inside my mouth. I was feeling some hard thing at my pussy place. I was motionless. He was licking my lips, and I was feeling my pussy wet and some liquid was dripping from there.

Now this condition was unbearable for me, so pushed him back and returned to hall of the shop after keeping my cloths in usual position. I hide that box and took the Tiffin from father and returned back to my home. Mother opened the gate and informed me that she was going to sleep so don’t disturb her. It was summer afternoon so I was decided to take shower. I took that dick box with me to the bathroom. After touch of Sanju I would like to see my body naked in bathroom mirror.

I opened my top first then my healthy boobs were slightly visible. After that I opened my bra. Then my pigeons became free and started move. I was seeing my boobs in the mirror. Round in shape, nipples color black and smooth milky skin was looking very nice. I started pressing and messaging my boobs slowly. After some time they became tight and again I feel my pussy wet. Then I opened my jeans. I lowered my one hand to my pussy crack. Some wetness was felt there.

Then I opened my panty too. Now I was completely naked. I was seeing myself in mirror. Really my assets were very good so that boys called me sex bomb. I sat down on the floor and seeing my clean shaven pussy with newest look. I was started running my fingers on clitoris. I was feeling new but joy. I was also running my fingers in round motion. Pussy was totally wet now. Then suddenly I remember that I can use plastic dick.

I opened the box. Wow it was looking very nice. It was approximately 6 – 7 inches long and I think width was nearly 2 – 2.25 inches. Cold blood started running my spinal. After sucking it my body hotness was increased. I squeezed my boobs. I first run that dick to my boobs, naval and clits. Then by one arm I kept my boobs stick together. Then I put the dick in the middle place and started moving it up and down in fucking style. I was fucking my boobs by one hand with artificial dick. I run dick in between boobs and also lick it when it comes on top of the boobs cut.

I was enjoying this work. After some time it started pain in between my boobs, so I kept out. Now I was running dick on my pussy cracks. Pussy was slippery now. I was feeling tightness of dick on my clits. I run dick in the cracks it was giving me awesome pleasure. My love hole became slippery because of liquid. I now want to insert it inside. I was virgin so I want to make a good angle for inserting dick. I sit on the floor, opened my thighs in different direction and opened the pussy lips by my fingers.

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Deepika’s First Time

Friday, August 13th, 2010

Hello everyone, I am Shravan,23 year old guy, a student, living in Mangalore and Bangalore, Karnataka….I am a great fan of ISS. Thank you guys for sharing your awesome experiences. It really turns me on. I would like to know u all out here. I am open to friendship and any relationship with ladies. Please do mail me at my Email id. secrecy and Good relationship is promised. Waiting to hear from u all. Please mail me your response to my mail id, don’t forget—> shra.reddy.cool@gmail.com

I can remember the day about six months ago when the new neighbors moved in. They were a couple I would say in their mid-thirties and their eighteen year old daughter. I saw them move most of their stuff in as I always spend a lot of time working in the yard on the lawn or trimming the shrubbery. I always managed to find some project to work on to keep me busy. I couldn’t help noticing the daughter. From a distance she appeared to be a rather cute looking girl.

In the past six months I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting the new neighbors since they aren’t at home very much. They both have jobs which apparently occupy a lot of their time. Their daughter Deepika was always at home after school until her parents finished work, usually by 6:30 or 7:00 o’clock in the evening. For a few weeks Deepika would say hello or wave to me when she saw me working in the back yard. As time passed we began having short conversations about what I was doing and she would tell me about how she liked her new school.

One day last week, Deepika came home as usual to her empty house. When I saw her come outside she had on a short black skirt and a halter top. It was then I realized how attractive this eighteen year old girl really was. She’s about 5′3″ tall weighing only about 100 pounds. For a young petite little thing she had the cutest pert breasts being held within that halter top. Her face has the cutest most darling features you’ve ever seen with her short brown hair just above her shoulders cut in a bang style.

And what spectacular smooth tanned legs she has for a eighteen year old as I stared at her sitting in the lounge chair in her back yard. As I worked I kept staring at her admiring her darling little body. How is I didn’t notice her beauty before? One time when she shifted her body in the chair I could see the white of her panties underneath her skirt. I kept watching her for a least a half hour when I noticed Deepika squirming around a lot. From where I was it looked like her hand was under her skirt in her crotch.

Was she masturbating herself? My eyes were fixed on her trying to see what she was doing. Then all of a sudden she sat up seeing me staring right at her. She quickly stood up and ran into her house. About five minutes later she came back out walking over to me. “I’m so embarrassed,” she said. I was daydreaming and didn’t realize where I was and what I was doing. I was thinking about this boy at school. I think he likes me.”

Actually I was surprised she was able to talk about what she was doing. Maybe she looked innocent, but inside there was a young sexually unleashed hot woman. “Do you like touching yourself like that?” I asked. Her face got real red, blushing in front of me stumbling to answer, ” Uhh!….. Uhhh!….well, yes I do… Once I start I can’t stop.” “I’ve heard some of my friends talk about having sex with their boyfriends and how good it feels, but I’m afraid to.” “Why are you afraid?” I asked. “I wouldn’t know what to do. I’ve never done it before.

I need someone to show me.” “Did……did….. You like watching me?” she asked very shyly. “Yes, I did.” “You’re a very pretty girl.” “Would you….uh!. would…..No I can’t…”. Deepika turned away from me and I touched her arm asking, “what’s the matter?” “You obviously want to say something.” “Well,. uh!. I was going to say,. Would you show me what to do.” Deepika turned away again, then looked back. “You’ve always been so nice. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” “My parents don’t get home for three hours. We could do it now and you could teach me.”

I was shocked at what she asked. I froze not knowing how to respond. After all, she was only eighteen years old. I thought to myself, “I hope I don’t regret this” and took Deepika’s hand pulling her towards my house. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. We went up to my bedroom where I sat her on the bed. I positioned myself next to her and gently kissed her saying, “just relax, Deepika.” ”

I am not going to do anything to hurt you. I’m only going to show you how good you can feel. She was completely at ease and apparently eager to learn what this sex thing was all about I ran my fingers over her delectable little body stopping to untie her halter top. As it fell away exposing her breasts, I was amazed how full and firm they were for such a young girl. My eyes fixed on her large dark nipples. I touched them lightly with one finger, then cupped her breasts in my hands feeling their soft fullness.

I leaned forward gently sucking them into my mouth. Deepika closed her eyes enjoying the sensation of my tongue licking as her nipples became erect. I unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it from her hips down her gorgeous legs. Her white panties were snug on her rear end. Her tiny firm ass was so cute being held by the skin tight material. I slipped two fingers inside the waistband of her underwear peeling them off her, completely exposing her petite body.

She sat there with a little scared look as I gazed upon her magnificent figure. This was eighteen years old, I thought to myself? “You’re beautiful, Deepika. Do you know that?” “You could have any man you would want.” The compliments put her at ease. She took a deep breath and asked, “What do I do now?” “Just lean back and enjoy what I do to you.” I replied. Deepika laid back on the bed with her legs still down on the floor. I slowly parted her thighs admiring the pinkness of her young tender slit as it became more exposed.

I brushed my fingers across it and began gently fingering her virgin cunt. Once I saw her start to respond to my touch, I moved my tongue in between her legs. Her cunt was soaked. I licked the dripping juices from this virgin eighteen year old pussy tasting the built up sweetness from within her burning hole. My tongue found her harder clit which I rapidly tongued, then I slowly shoved a finger into her hot drenched hole. As soon as my finger entered her hole, Deepika tightened her legs as an orgasm ripped through her.

She moaned with delight with the feel of her first man made orgasm. “Ohhh! ” “Ohhh!” Deepika moaned, as she was lost in a delirium of her new found feelings. Once her pleasure subsided I spread her legs wider to place my nine inch cock at her tight virgin entrance. Deepika never said a word as I dominated her body positioning it for her first fuck. I pushed ever so slowly penetrating her warm juicy slit with the head of my cock and breaking into her sealed hole for the first time. Her young cunt was so tight around my cockhead.

Deepika let out a deep sigh as she experienced another new sensation. I pushed further into her tight hot hole. I could feel every inch of her warm pussy as it wrapped around my cock. Deeper and deeper I sank into her boiling cunt until gradually my entire length was in her. “Ohhhh! It feels so good.” Deepika moaned out. Slowly I pulled back out watching her soft cunt flesh hug my cock as I withdrew. Then pushing back in again brought more moaning from this sweet young thing. Over and over I slowly fucked Deepika’s hot tight cunt until I knew she was on the verge of another orgasm.

I had her in my arms kissing her sweet lips as I continued pumping my hips forcing my big cock in and out of her tiny wet pussy. Then I sunk into her fully, burying my hard cock to the hilt. She grabbed around my waist, her whole body shaking from the waves of her orgasm, as she came again. I backed out asking her to get on her knees so I could do her from behind. My cock ached as she positioned her cute little ass in front of me. I could see right into her ass crack. I had to pause for a moment to admire her tiny pink asshole.

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A Birthday To Remember

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Hello everyone, I am Shravan,23 year old guy living in Bangalore, Karnataka…. I would like to know u all out here. I am open to friendship and any relationship with ladies.

I have known Suprith since we were seven years old. We are completely different people but we have stayed best friends. Suprith is smart and ambitious. He is handsome and good with the ladies. I have always envied his charm. He seems to attract women without even trying. I am more of a quiet person. I enjoy being alone with a book or a movie. I have accepted the fact that I will never be cool or part of the “in crowd.” Still, Suprith and I have always been tight.

There is a bond between us that I don’t understand but I know exists. Over the years, Suprith’s taste in women has been awful. With the wide variety that he had to pick from, I never understood why he chose the ones he did. He always picked the air heads and the bimbos. Fake boobs, too much make-up. That was Suprith’s type. I don’t know, maybe with his ambition he just wanted something that looked good and wasn’t a threat to him.

A few years ago, Suprith called and said that he had met someone new and wanted the three of us to go out for dinner. We agreed to meet at our favorite restaurant at 8:00 that night. While I was waiting for them to arrive (Suprith is always late) I tried to imagine what this new girlfriend would be like. I thought she would be like the rest – tall, big boobs, long legs, and no personality. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Suprith walked in with a petite, dark-haired, dark-eyed woman. He introduced her simply as Sanjana. I was dumbstruck. Sanjana was beautiful. She couldn’t have been any taller than 5′3”. She had shoulder length black hair with a few brown highlights. Her eyes were big and brown. She had a tiny little body with full, natural breasts. I could not believe how beautiful she was. She didn’t wear any make-up.

Her skin was smooth and flawless. I must have starring but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As we ate, I was repeatedly shocked by what I learned about her. She was a school teacher and she lived at home with her mother. She read and wrote poetry in her spare time. She seemed shy and innocent. This was the kind of girl that you just instinctively try to protect. Sanjana was not Suprith’s type of girl. This was my type of girl.

It’s difficult to say when I first realized that I was in love with Sanjana. I just looked up one day and knew. Of course, it was wrong. Suprith was my best friend and he loved her. It went against everything I thought was right. There was no possible way for Sanjana and me to be together but it was all I could think about. I thought about her laugh. I thought about her smile. And yes, I thought about her soft lips and her perfect body. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

Slowly, Sanjana and I had grown close. We used to drink wine together. Sanjana and I would talk about books or current events while Suprith would catch the highlight reel on the TV. I loved those talks with Sanjana. She was so smart and funny. I would sit across the table and wonder why someone who was so perfect for me could be so unattainable.

It hurt Sanjana to think of me being alone. She tried to set me up a few times with her friends but I always turned her down. “I’m still hurting,” I would say. Sanjana thought I was talking about my last disastrous relationship but really I was referring to her. I felt like I could never love anyone else. For me, there was only Sanjana.

My birthday is in the middle of June. I always take a week’s vacation. Of course, Suprith and all my other friends had to work so we agreed to have my birthday party on Saturday. On Thursday, I slept in. I had no plans and no obligations. I took a long hot shower and looked forward to a quiet day alone. I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. I really just wanted something to distract me from my thoughts of Sanjana. Lately I had begun to fantasize about her almost constantly. I wanted her so much that it hurt.

The doorbell rang at about 1:00. When I opened the door, Sanjana was standing there with a huge smile and a bottle of wine in each hand. She looked amazing. She was wearing white, short shorts that showed off her smooth, tan legs. She had on a purple T-shirt that must have been two sizes too small because it revealed every curve of her body. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

“Happy Birthday!” She came bouncing through the door and gave me a big hug. I wanted to just hold on and never let her go. Her breasts were pressing into my chest and I could feel her heart beat. I was too overcome to even say anything. I felt my usual pang of love and guilt. I just wanted her, nothing else, just her.

Sanjana grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen. She was bubbling over with enthusiasm. As she used the corkscrew to open the wine, she looked at me and said, “I couldn’t let you spend your birthday alone. You need to spend your special days with the people you love.”

All I could think to say was, “I am now.” She smiled at me and handed me a glass of very good wine.. We moved back into the living room and got comfortable on the sofa. I loved being there alone with her. It seemed to be more intimate than any other time in my life. I was alone with the woman I loved. That was all I cared about.

We were good enough friends that we could relax and enjoy a quiet conversation. She turned the stereo on played one of my favorite CD’s. “Suprith never wants to listen to any good music,” she said. It was a beautiful moment. Nice wine. Nice music. Nice company.”I wish you would let me fix you up with someone. You need someone special in your life. Someone to take care of you.” This was a familiar topic between us. I answered in the usual way.

“I’m just not ready. I haven’t gotten over the last girl yet.” I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes when I said that. I wished that somehow she would be able to see that I was talking about her. In some ways I was afraid that she would know, so I added, “Besides, I thought you were going to take care of me.”She laughed, “There are some things that I can’t do for you.”

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