Category: Adult Story

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!" Rohini Woods cried loudly as Sooraj pumped his hard cock into his beautiful wife's cunt.Room was filled with the screams and moans of extreme rapture, and the sound of a male organ slicing through a wet cunt. Sooraj had always enjoyed the frenzied moans his wife emanated every time he made love to her. He knew Rohini loved fucking, and even after twenty years of their marriage, she behaved like a horny teen-ager in bed.He also knew that he was approaching his orgasm."I'm gonna shoot baby." He said hoarsely, thumping her cunt feverishly. "Get ready to take your daily quota of fresh cum.""Don't make me wait darling… pump your seed inside me." She moaned under his unrelenting thumping. Her ass was gyrating in ecstasy…thrusting up and down…again and again, trying to get hold of her husband's beautiful cock deeper into her sucking cunt."It's here baby." Sooraj lurched forward for the final time, boring deep into his wife's delicious pussy and let loose his

2004I am lying in the bed of a posh private hospital in Calcutta, recovering from a surgery for piles. I was under heavy sedatives for last 48 hours. Only that morning, I came back to full senses. A nurse was giving me sponge bath.The nurse, Kana, was attending me all thorough, 12 hours every day. She was in her late thirties, married and was affectionate & friendly. She was fair, about 5'4", medium built, with heavy breasts and hips. 36d-32-38, I guess. She had a roundish face with sharp nose, large eyes and very attractive lips. As traces of hair were visible through her stockings, I was sure she was hairy.From the very beginning, Kana and I went through a few interesting encounters and became good friends. As she first came in to my room immediately after admission, she had a set of pajama in her hand. She asked me to take off my clothes. As I was down to my vest & brief, I asked for the pajama.She came close to me pulled at my vest and said I was to take off everything.

I joined Engineering College after finishing my class XII at the age of 19. When I came home for the first time after the semester examination, I was pretty exhausted. I had to study very hard after long hours of class and for about a month I slept very little. I wanted to sleep for at least a week, before I did anything else. But that was not to be.The first thing mom told me was that my first cousin Piyu was getting married. She is the daughter of my mom's only brother and he wanted me to help him out in making all arrangements. In normal course, I would have been very happy. But this time, I didn't feel happy about running errands for a couple of weeks. Anyway, I had a good night's sleep, woke up at nine next morning and pushed off to my uncle's place.Having reached there, I realised that I was unduly scared. Uncle was a very organised person and he had already made most of the arrangements. It was just a bright idea of Piyu and her mom to call me over and ask me to stay at their

Before starting the story , let me introduce my family and I am Anand , 21 years and doing my MBA from a reputed college in Delhi and also helping my Mom in her business.My Mom Vibha is 42 years and She is 36 30 38. She is fair in color and 5 feet 4 inches in height. My Father Ashok Jaiswal died in 2008 due to high Diabetes and he left his business for us and a good amount of money but his death was a shock for us and also my mom was not capable of handling business at that time.So after his death we faced lot of troubles and during this time and I came very close to my Mom and there were two hotels and one guest house which needs to be managed. Mom was alone so she asked me to help her in the business so i stated going to office in the evening time after the college.I sue to stay in the hotel / office till late nights and mom use to leave by 8 PM, After all the work , I use to surf net and one day incidentally I opened internet and read many stories.They were interesting but the one

This happened to me 2 month ago when me and my mom were coming from Howrah after attending family function to new Delhi.I am Saumil and my mother’s name is Neetu.Now coming to my mom.She is of 45 years but still look beautiful.She is fair is fair in colour and has figure of 38-30-34. She has a beautiful pair of tits which anyone would like to suck.Although its bit sagging but they are the best I have seen till date .She has small amount of flesh around her stomach which any one would like to play with.She is a very conservative lady and never likes to show off.She often wears saree and jeans.And due to wedding she had only saree in her luggage.She looks like a sex goddess in saree.Now coming to the story .After finishing the wedding ceremony and function we were returning back to Ahmedabad.We had ashram express from Delhi to Ahmadabad.And from Howrah we had Poorva express till Delhi.We had first ac reservation in Poorva express.Father was not there as he had to go to Patna.So my mom

My story begins about ten years ago when my husband Ritesh had started the Garment Trade. Soon he met a man named Sarath who was also in the same business, and he was senior in the field so and my husband became friends. Sarath really helped to my husband's Company. Being the same age as myself, Sajad and Sarath had the same ideas about life and Ritesh shared ambitions. They both loved the fast pace of commerce and wanted their pots of gold to be plentiful.Then one day, my husband told me that he wants to invite Sarath to our house to share a meal together. He told me that he would not sit in drawing room but in lounge. It was so strange for me as my husband never inviting male guest in the house and he keeps me in vial. I don't know how he dare to brought male in home. That day was the turning point of my life and the reason I have to write this story. I am bursting to tell you! To tell the whole world in fact!Maybe at this point I should tell you something about me. I had grown up

I had promised my wife that we would go to goa every year, but we could not due to my son’s board exam and then admission. My son got the admission in Jaipur University and had to shift in a hostel leaving both of us in Delhi. We were sitting and discussing our life, when, I got an idea to go to Sangla on Vacation. Sangla is a place in Himanchal at an height of approx 2700 mts in Kinnaur District. It is approx 600 kms from Delhi. We decided to drive from Delhi to Sangla . The date was fixed and bookings were made. Our First stay was in Narkanda and then Sangla while going and Fagu on our way back. We got our luggage packed.One day before our departing date, I, myself, cleaned her pubic hair with the help of hair remover and asked her to get a body polish from beauty saloon. She was excited to go to Sangla, hence she got it done. On the day of departure from Delhi, I asked her to wear slim fit shirt and Skirt without undergarments. We took our seats in the car and started for Sangla.

My friend Harish was getting married on 10 Th. FEB 2000 and so we decided to celebrate bachelor's party at his residence a day before, 9 Th Feb. He lives alone in PUNE and has a nice big bungalow in Salisbury Park and he is top executive in a private concern. So the party was to start at 9 00Pm and he had invited many of his friends and colleagues, no ladies for this kind of party were invited. The married friends too came alone This was an occasion I would never miss to introduce my NANDINI SLUT and get her sexual appetites and mine sated. So I asked my friend Harish for his consent to bring with me my SLUT on that day. He gladly agreed for this. After going home I contacted my NANDINI SLUT and told her of the party and also told her to dress for the occasion. She asked me to come over to her house and dress her and collect her for the party.So on that day I went to her house and selected a nice Lemon Yellow colored Punjabi Dress for her to wear. She wore it and my god she looked

 1st June, 2004Today is a very significant day for me. It's my mother's birthday and for the first time, I can't greet her. Every year on this day, I call her early in the morning (Indian time) wherever I am. But today, I can't. I lost her last year.Throughout the day I kept on thinking about her. She is the most important woman in my life. I loved her and adored her the most. She was my mentor & friend. Memories of my teenage & early youth kept on coming back.1965 – 1966Ma was an exceptional woman in every sense. Academically she was just a science graduate. Family & social constraints did not allow her to pursue higher studies. She got married at the age of 18 and I was born a year later (1947). A year after I was born, she resumed her studies and got a first class bachelor's degree with Mathematics major, but couldn't study further. But her intellectual ability made up for the lack of higher education. She had an extremely analytical mind combined with a strong

Baljeet and her husband Mahindar had been on the bus on their way home to Bhundar, Punjab for several hours when at one stop most of the passengers disembarked in a university town along the way, leaving the bus wonderfully empty and allowing people to spread out a bit for the long, overnight run. Baljeet remained in her seat in the back of the bus on the 3 seat side of a 3+2 aisle and Mahindar went forward a couple of rows to stretch out in another 3 seat bench that was open on the other side of the baggage area.With so few occupants, each passenger was free to sleep or read, and even though people generally kept their conversations respectfully low, it wouldn't matter anyway as the road noise and loud drone of the diesel motor drowned out most other sound. Baljeet slumped against the seat and curled her legs into her chest and let sleep take her.A couple of times when the bus stopped, Baljeet stirred from her slumber but usually immediately fell back asleep as soon as the bus pulled