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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

Chapter 01: A Thakur Challenges Her WomanhoodThe marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy's father, Thakur Hari Singh, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple's future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders.But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord, the Thakur had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to become a grandfather and that his newly married son should set about propagating the clan forthwith.This announcement was made at a gathering of the two extended families. Binita, the bride-to-be was expected to sit in on the proceedings only to know what was expected of her and not to respond, react or offer comment. But her father had not brought her up in that manner, even though

It all came to be because the house was full. Children were visiting with their own toddlers and his father had come to visit them. And because the house was full Deepu couldn't get enough of his wife Paromita. And because he couldn't get enough he was like an untamed bull.And that led to the brash decision to fuck on the kitchen floor. The rest of what followed was not known to him.She was sitting on the kitchen floor, grinding masala for tomorrow's hilsa fish curry and it was late night. As it is with Bengali households dinner ended late. One by one all the family members went to bed and the lady of the house, after clearing the dishes and putting away things was getting a lead on next day's intended menu.She sat on the floor, her saree pulled up naturally and was using the heavy grinding stone on the slab below to make the masala paste for tomorrow. A day in advance not only saved time but also somehow made the mix more pungent and potent.She would wake her husband early to go get

When he reached out and grabbed her wrist it was a spontaneous act.Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way.Only occasionally, Maniamma, the ironing lady came to collect the garage key to

Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts…. A rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own husband Kunal to orgasm. That was how she managed Kunal, when she needed to and it never took Kunal too long to come.But Shom Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist. Sunita felt

It was not their fault that they were spotted by him while pleasuring themselves shamelessly. Nor was it his fault – he had not planned on spying on the young housewife that was his tenant.Either way, as Narain slowly climbed down the metal stairway he saw and was transfixed by the sight of Shanthi, his tenant's young wife, pinching her own nipples and mauling her breasts while a woman had her head busy between the her legs.He was over 70 years and he had cursed his luck for having to climb to the third floor to where the water tanks were. There was no place left to dry his clothes and no one to help him either. He had slowly climbed one step at a time, hung out his clothes to dry and was climbing down, wrapped in only a thin bathing towel.Since few ever came to the rooftop and still fewer climbed that metal ladder to the third roof, the women had thought themselves safe from discovery so long as the room door was shut.But the elevation of the stairway allowed Narain a full view

நான் இப்படி செய்வது எனக்கே அருவருப்பா இருக்கு. எனக்கு என்ன ஆச்சின்னே தெரியலை. இதெல்லாம் வெளியேத் தெரிஞ்சா என் இமேஜ் என்ன ஆகும் என்று எனக்கேத் தெரியாது. இந்த வயசுல மத்தவங்க எல்லாம் எப்படி இருப்பாங்கன்னு எனக்குத் தெரியாது. ஆனா இப்படியும் இருப்பாங்க என்று அனைவரும் நினைக்கத் தோன்றும் காரியத்தை நான் இப்ப செஞ்சிட்டு இருக்கேன்.என் பெயர் லக்ஷ்மணன், வயசு 58 . இந்த வருஷம்

நான் ஒரு சிறிய அளவில் ஒரு ஜாப் ஆர்டர் தயாரிக்கும் தொழிற்சாலை நடத்தி வருகின்றேன். ஆரம்பத்தில் நானும் அண்ணனும் சேர்ந்துதான் இந்த தொழிலை நடத்தி வந்தோம். அண்ணன் ஆர்டர் பிடிக்க வெளியில் மார்கட்டிங் சென்றுவிட , நான் உள்ளே தொழிற்சாலை நிர்வாகத்தை பார்த்து வந்தேன். நன்றாக பிசினஸ் நடந்துகொண்டு இருந்தது. அண்ணனுக்கு திருமணம் ஆனதும் எல்லாம் தலை கீழாக மாறிவிட்டது. அண்ணி மெல்ல

I am Seema. It's my first time to talk to you all so forgive me if I make mistakes. I am about 35 and married for the last 10 years. All these years my husband and me had nice sex life and he really can satisfy me. Of late we both started reading erotic literature on the Internet and read many stories on husband watching his wife getting fucked by other men. To tell you the truth we both were tremendously aroused after reading these type of stories. We started talking about it while having sex and the effect it made on our pleasure was very astonishing. Just thinking of getting fucked by other men aroused me to my peak and my hubby Sunil had instant erection just talking about this. He used to talk about any of his friend fucking me in front of him and sometimes strangers too. This led to some imagination of my own. Now to come to the point I am staying with his parents, my Father-in-law and Mother-in-law. My father-in-law is 59 years of age and still very active. He has lots of

My name is Sangeeta Rawat. I am a simple and educated woman, living at a rural village named Madhupur in Madhya Pradesh. I am 24 years of age now and the mother of 2 very young children. My eldest daughter is 2 years of age and my youngest son is now, a 4 month baby. This is my real life story, on how I have been exploited and subjected to a life of shame, due to circumstances in life. Having lost my daddy in my childhood, I was brought up by my mother, who worked hard in other people's houses to take care of my up-bringing. Luckily she was able to ensure that I was educated. I grew up in economically extremely difficult conditions. The only son of the richest Zamindar ( Landlord ) in our entire district, took a fancy for me. My mother was happy to get me quickly married to him, as his family did not ask for any dowry. We were married 3 years ago. My husband was a good man. He loved me deeply and we led a happily married life. We were blessed with a daughter two years ago. But