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Sundar had drifted into a nap as his aunt Saroja saw Suguna out. "The house work is getting affected," thought Saroja to herself as she eyed the luxurious swaying ass of the servant maid Suguna. In these last 12 hours life had taken an unreal turn. Nothing seemed to matter more than her trysts with her nephew in the aftermath of her initial indiscretions. Her husband, the house, the kitchen and everything else, including the servant maid were a distraction from her sexual management of her 20 year-old nephew.Manipulating the young man's obsession with her had gotten transformed into sexual engrossment on her own part. And with both of them engrossed in each other, sex and the heavy aroma of sex permeated everything; till this maid had decided to take a fill of the stud. It was inevitable that Saroja would have discovered them. She had let the maid finish thinking that this would show Sundar that lust and love were different things.And then she ushered the maid out. Saroja had watched

Saroja's situation was really remarkable. She pondered the events leading to this day, when she was nursing three cocks at the same time. Nursing is the only word that could adequately describe what she was doing. It had not yet become an outright gang-bang and she couldn't say if it would become that.Yet, there was one cock in her mouth which she was lovingly kissing and pumping with her mouth, another in her fist which she was rewarding with strokes, and a third which she was consoling by caresses with the sole of her foot.All three cocks were just being petted, caressed and fondled. None was a complete fuck. At least, not yet. Neither of three men was bold enough to react on their own to add to the chemistry. And that is because men don't open out to each other or in front of other men so easily.Perhaps that is why gang-bangs don't happen so often or so easily in India. We don't have football locker rooms where could get comfortable with one another.Or is it because men compete for

ஈரோடு மாவட்டம் அந்தியூர் அருகே ஒரு விவசாயக்குடும்பத்தில் பிறந்த சண்முகம், தனது பரம்பரையிலேயே ஒரு விதிவிலக்காக முதுகலைப் பட்டம் பெற்றிருந்தான்.இருப்பினும், தாய் வழிப்பாட்டனாருக்கு உதவியாக அவரது நிலபுலங்களைக் கவனித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தான். சண்முகத்தின் அப்பா, அவரது பண்ணையில் பணி புரிந்திருந்த ஒரு பெண்ணை இழுத்துக்கொண்டு குடும்பத்தை நிர்க்கதியாக விட்டு விட்டு ஓடி

Both women were wet between the legs almost instantly as Saroja initiated the discussion. And yet, the words that came out of Suguna's mouth were hypocritical in the extreme."You want me to do what?" exclaimed Saroja's former maid Suguna.Saroja had come looking for her maid Suguna many months after she had moved away and changed her residence just to avoid coming face to face with her. It was embarrassing to be back but Saroja had no choice.It started very innocuously with Saroja looking for ways to fill her hours. She started taking classes for kids that lived in that apartment block for classes 6, 7 and 8; basically all the 13- and 14- year olds. Soon she was handling a gaggle of may be a dozen kids.All was going well in her life. She had had one episode of her husband Arvind's uncle coming down to fight with her. She had conquered that by exposing Uncle's sexuality and then dousing and quenching it with her own so that the old man could no longer take the high moral ground.Having

ஜெயலக்ஷ்மி பரப்பரப்புடன் காணப்பட்டாள். இட்லியை கூக்கரில் ஊத்திவைத்துவிட்டு. மிக்சியில் சட்னி அரைத்தாள். இன்னும் கொஞ்ச நேரத்தில் தமிழ்நாடு எக்ஸ்பிரஸ் சென்னை சென்ட்ரலை தொட்டுவிடும். ஜெயலட்சுமிக்கு 45 வயது.பொறுப்பான குடும்ப தலைவி. மூன்று பிள்ளைகளுக்கு தாய். இரண்டு மகள் ஒரே மகன் . ரெண்டு மகளையும் கல்யாணம் பண்ணி கொடுத்தாகி விட்டது.மகன் பிலானியில் இன்ஜினீயரிங் படித்து

காலை ஏழரை மணி இருக்கும். நான் சோபாவில் அமர்ந்து கொண்டு காபி குடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். என் அப்பா ஆபீசுக்கும், தங்கை வித்யா காலேஜுக்கும் கிளம்பி ரெடியாகி இருந்தார்கள். அப்பாவின் ஆபீசுக்கு பக்கத்தில் தான் வித்யாவின் காலேஜ் இருக்கிறது. தினமும் அப்பாவே தன் ஸ்கூட்டரில் அவளை டிராப் செய்து விடுவார்.அம்மா கிச்சனில் இருந்து வெளிப்பட்டு ஹாலுக்குள் நுழைந்தாள். அப்பாவிடம்

என் அம்மாவின் கல்லு முலைகள் என் கண்ணுக்கெதிரே 'கட கட கட' வென ஆடிக்கொண்டிருந்தன. ஜாக்கெட்டை திமிறிக்கொண்டு காட்சியளித்த அம்மாவின் மார்புத்திரட்சியை நான் ஓரக்கண்னால் பார்த்து ரசித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். அம்மா என் கைகளுக்கு எண்ணெய் தேய்த்து விட்டுக் கொண்டிருந்தாள். நான் இடுப்பில் வெறும் துண்டோடு ஒரு நாற்காலியில் அமர்ந்திருந்தேன். கைகளுக்கு எண்ணெய் தேய்த்து விட்டு,

Sudhir sat in his corner of the large hall that served as his house's living-cum-dining room and watched the young girl bounce about. Aruna, his 22-year old niece had recently got married and had just come back from her brief honeymoon visiting her mother, and both mother and daughter had dropped by at their house to say hello.Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn't seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men -- even if those men are relatives.That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty -- the nature of that interaction changed.Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would

வீடு கலகலப்பாக இருந்தது. அன்றுதான் அவர்கள் புதிதாக கட்டிய வீட்டிற்க்கு குடி வந்துள்ளனர். ஐயர் ஹோமம் வளர்த்துகொண்டிருந்தார். அங்கும் இங்கும் பரபரப்பாக பூஜை வேளைகளை பார்த்துக்கொண்டும் வந்தவர்களுடன் புன்னகையுடன் பேசிக்கொண்டிருந்த அம்மா உமாவை வைத்த கண் எடுக்காமல் பார்த்துகொண்டிருந்தான் பிரபு. 38 வயதில் அம்மா உமா அவ்வளவு அழகாக இருந்தாள்.உமா ராஜன் தம்பதியர்க்கு 18 வயது

Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate HoliHoli, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day.In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds.Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking bhaang, an intoxicating