Category: Adult Story

It was Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle and handwritten suicide note was found besides the bed.He hails from a wealthy family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies He married six months earlier Madhusmita studying B.A. No one could imagine the reasons for his suicide. The Chief Warden informed the Police and the body was sent for Postmortem.His parents arrived the following morning from their native place. His father accompanied by the warden and some of our friends went to the hospital to complete the formalities and take his son's body to their native village.Being the closest friend, I stayed back to take care of grieving mother, took her to the University Guesthouse. She was obviously exhausted after traveling. I requested and cajoled her, to take bath and she went to the

Salim enjoyed the warm embrace of his new mother but he wanted more. It was like an adventure he had embarked upon, exploring the body of a beautiful woman. The Experience was so new and alien to him that he just couldn't have enough of it. His rock hard penis rubbed against her wet hairy pussy, the texture of moist hairs felt wonderful against the skin of his penis. It was slightly prickly but not to the point of being uncomfortable as her pubes were softened by the juices she just excreted. Salim rubbed his face on the valley of her breasts, enjoying the sweat slick warm skin, inhaling her scent with long whiffs of breath interrupted frequently with soft wet kisses. Preetha enjoyed his love with sighs and rewarded him by caressing his long hair, her fingers trailing through the silky strands.Salim lifted his face, his big eyes staring at Preetha and muttered. 'Mommy, can I do it again? Just a little more?' Preetha didn't expect a humble request, she thought he was going to push his

Preetha opened her closet and rummaged through her clothes, there were heaps of them. All expensive stuff, some from US and some from India. She fished out a night dress, a babydoll gown she had bought during the first year of her marriage, in fact Ayan gave it to her. She had barely worn that ever and thought of that dress being overtly salacious and risqué. But that moment she felt so good about herself that she decided to put it on. The cream color satin slipped smoothly around her shoulders, it felt wonderful on her skin. She looked herself at the mirror and almost fell in love with herself. It was a drastic change of mood from afternoon when she hated looking at herself on the mirror. Love does change a woman so much. The cream satin contrasted beautifully against her olive skin, it was a little tight, as she had grown in these years, especially now as her milk heavy breasts almost spilled out of the cups, nevertheless she didn't mind.Preetha could hear Salim rummaging through

Slowly their tears subsided. Preetha looked down deeply into Salim's eyes, held his hand and placed it on her heavy, soft and warm bosom. 'Swear to me...' she said, 'Swear that everything you said is true. I need you to swear because I am going to take a major decision in my life at this moment.' She said with a trembling voice.'I...I swear Ma'am...I have no reason to tell any lies.' Salim's gaze was drawn to her breasts; his large hazel eyes seemed even larger as he kept staring at them, wide-eyed in surprise, the thin material of the blouse was sopping wet with her milk, which was also giving out a faint odor! Though his body did not grow in harmony with his age owing to continued lack of nutrition, but his male hormones were already active. He was visibly stunned to see the opulent assets of such a stunningly beautiful, fully grown-up woman from such closeness! He looked so utterly confused and nervous.Looking at him, Preetha could realize, with her natural instinct, the whirlwind

Preetha's eyes went heavy as she was leafing through the pages of the newly arrived magazine. It is happening to her often these days, a side effect of having too many valiums for sleep. She can't sleep at night, and throughout the day, a spell of gloom and drowsiness hangs heavy over her like a shroud. Her cell phone was buzzing with vibration on the table beside the bed, it must have been Sayani from her office. She has been calling so many times, don't they realize she won't be going back to work?Preetha was thinking about sending the resignation letter to the H.R, but such ennui afflicted her that she didn't even feel like sitting in front of the computer and typing it out. It has been weeks since she last checked her Facebook and Twitter accounts, something which she couldn't live without before. No WhatsApp, no messages, no Gmail, no calls, she is living in the massive 3 BHK apartment in Golf Green (a posh residential locality in the metropolis of Kolkata in India) like a

As a child, Appu was raised by his aunt Rina. His parents had passed away in an accident when he was just 5 years old, leaving Aunt Rina as his only caregiver. She had adopted him to fill the void left by her own son Jack, who had sadly died from jaundice at only 9 months old. In an effort to ease the pain of this tragedy, Aunt Rina treated Appu as her own child and he in turn saw her as a mother figure. Their bond was deep and they shared a profound understanding for each other.Rina, a 35-year-old Indian woman, exudes a whitish complexion that gives off a soft glow in the sunlight. Her long black hair cascades down her back and frames her delicate features. She is dressed in a traditional saree and blouse, the vibrant colors enhancing her natural beauty and accentuating her curves. The fabric clings to her body, revealing her ample bosom which strains against the confines of her blouse. Despite the difficulties it may face, the garment does its best to contain Rina's two stunning

As the hot April sun soaked into the neighborhood, Hema Balaji felt like tearing off her Ghaghra. She wanted to be totally naked, tan all over. But of course that would have shocked the neighbors. "Darn," Hema sighed softly. "I sure am getting some crazy ideas lately."It wasn't just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked in the back yard. Yesterday Hema had gotten the hots for the mailman. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he'd looked terrific in his uniform. Hema felt ashamed of herself. She was a knotted woman, and she really did love her lover, Sri. But they'd been knotted for seven years now, and their sex life wasn't as exciting as it used to be. In fact, Hema thought sadly, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry.She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She had an insane desire to slip her hand down inside her Ghaghra and play with herself. Why, she hadn't masturbated since she was a 18 year old! She

After finishing their meal, Divya stood up and made her way to the sink to wash her hands. Vishwa followed closely behind, his eyes filled with desire for her. In no time, the sounds of their passionate kisses and moans echoed through the room. After a while, they emerged from the kitchen, still locked in each other's arms. Vishwa's strong hands held onto Divya's ass flesh and squeezing it, while her own hand gripped his neck firmly and was stroking his cock, as she led him towards the bedroom.Meanwhile, Harish sat watching Shanti with longing eyes. She could sense his desire and politely gestured for him to be patient. He showed her his throbbing erection with pleading eyes, and she blushed in response. With a slight nod and a shy smile, she silently promised to join him soon.As Harish waited eagerly in his room, Shanti hurriedly finished her tasks. Her body was flushed with anticipation, like a bride on her wedding night. She adorned herself with fragrant jasmine flowers that she

As Chenbagam entered the room, she asked, "What should we prepare for today's meal?"Upon seeing their disheveled state, she could guess what had happened. Gayatri lay sprawled on the bed with her young, pink bottom exposed. Chenbagam gently smacked it and scolded, "Get up and take a bath! Look at how you're lying here, naked and sweaty with your mother and aunt!"Turning to Divya, she inquired, "Divya, what should I cook now?""Whatever you want. Just do as our husbands tell you," slurred Divya, still intoxicated from multiple orgasms.After saying "Ok," Chenbagam headed to the room where Harish and Vishwa were already waiting. Gayatri walked out to the backyard to take a refreshing bath while Divya and Shanti took a much-needed rest and dozed off.Inside the room, Harish and Vishwa chatted away while Chenbagam joined them and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"Harish replied, "Grandma, can you please make chicken curry? We haven't had non-vegetarian food in a while because of recent

Gayatri anticipated her brother's next move and braced herself for it. Slowly, he joined her on the bed and positioned himself on top of her, placing a tender kiss on her soft lips. She nuzzled into his neck and reciprocated with a kiss of her own. He had always felt that his mother's body was too large for him to hold comfortably, but Gayatri's body was just the right size.As he brushed his lips against her neck, he let his hands wander over her silk shirt, searching for her nipples which were already erect and giving away their location. With a quick pinch through the fabric, Gayatri moaned in ecstasy and turned her head to the side, letting out a lustful scream of pleasure, "Aaaahhh, Brotherrr.."The heat of her body seeped into Harish's skin, warming and igniting him from within. But he had no time for patience; the desire to touch her was too overwhelming. With a swift motion, he tore at her shirt, the fabric giving way with ease. The first two hooks flew off, leaving Harish in a