Category: Adult Story

It was raining cats and dogs when I got off the bus at bus stand. Even though I made a very quick dash to the nearest shelter that was just a few feet away I got drenched. I found an empty bench away from the slanting rain and sat on it to take stock of my plight.I am Mohan, a twenty two year old engineer, working as an engineer trainee in a reputed private firm in Madras (the city is now known as Chennai). My company worked five days a week. A very good friend of mine was getting married that Saturday night in his native place; a very small town some 50 miles away from Vijayawada. It was an impulsive, last minute decision on my part to attend that wedding.Unfortunately for me, I couldn't get a train ticket and had to travel sitting in a bus all the way. Even as I left Madras on that Friday night, a cyclonic storm was making its way towards the South India in the Bay of Bengal. During that night of my travel it intensified further. The bus was buffeted by rain and strong winds and the

Neelam was watching the TV when she got the call from her husband Girish.'Good News,' her husband screamed over the phone.'What is it?' asked Neelam enthusiastically.'We have been invited for the big party,' he replied.'How nice, when is it?' asked an excited Neelam unable to digest the news of her husband's Boss inviting them to his birthday bash.'This weekend,' he replied.'Which means I have all the time,' said she as she went into a deep thought.'Yes you have all the time,' said Girish as his thoughts wandered back to the day when they had decided to lure his Boss when they heard that he was a Playboy. Though Girish was reasonably well off drawing a handsome salary the greed of leading a luxury life had implanted that seed. After much debate they had finally decided to try their hands in alluring his Boss.Neelam who was 27 had a dynamic personality which created havoc in the minds of men who were fortunate enough to have a look at her when she was in a mood to flaunt herself.After

Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya. He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.Adithya looked forward to meet his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother's house for the first time after marriage. He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train he was relieved.Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight. It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.Nanda a cherubic woman in her early forties was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him her eyes were filled.Adithya carrying her luggage escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment. Nanda was pleased to see her son who in a span of 8 months had done wonders and was well settled in his

Ravi Chopra was cruising 10,000 feet above sea level in the Boeing in which he was traveling from U.K to India. It was about to land in a short time. He was daydreaming about his mother whom he had not seen since past three years. It was a long wait and now that he was so close his apprehension was growing by the second. He was getting impatient and was biting his nails. His joy knew no bounds when he heard the voice 'fasten your seat belts' and he jumped into thin air when he felt aircraft landing on the tarmac.Mala short for Malathi Chopra was also in the same frame of mind, waiting for her son at the Airport. She could not believe herself when she saw the Boeing landing. She too could not believe she would be seeing her son in a few moments. Three years? Three years was too long a wait for her and now when the time had come to see her son, it was like seeing God.It was not just three years that Mala had suffered. It was three years and three months precisely since the tragedy fell

Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed.Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her.It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to

Meena had left no stone unturned while arranging for her son's twenty first birthday. She had gone that extra mile in inviting his friends and today looking at the gathering she was hopeful that she might find that one person she was looking for.She was looking for that one beautiful damsel who would be Rajesh's bride. She wanted to have her son married and today her eyes looked down on all the girls present hoping against hope that she would find the one she was after. She mingled with the girls, chatted with them and by the time the party came to an end she had short listed three of them.As Meena moved around Rajesh's friends eyed her all the time. They were in a dilemma as they could not place her. They argued that she could be Rajesh's aunt if not his sister and finally when she was introduced they found it hard to believe that she was his mother. Meena though in her early forties looked not a day more than thirty six.The next day in the college campus the talk was about Meena.

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

You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily.He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree.She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him.She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name.She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her.And not all those brushes and crushes

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