Category: Adult Story

Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest in the area no one could really spot her. She had built her house in a style to remind of her Shillong days; that was not so easy considering that this South Indian city was rapidly losing its greenery.And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.In Shillong and in

She had been sleeping in front of the T.V. So had the others. But they had all felt sleepy at different points in time and gone to bed.Shobha and Kumar had come visiting to the house of Gopal and Dipti. They had a nineteen year old son, Ajay. The movie which they had been watching was a murder story but it had some erotic scenes. Ajay, the son had left when a passionate and intense lovemaking scene had come on. Gopal and Dipti, the boy's parents, froze when that scene had come up and the young man had been discreet enough to leave.The house had all the bedrooms upstairs and ever since they had arrived earlier in the evening no one had gone upstairs. The servants had carried luggage up and Gopal and Kumar had poured drinks. The women drank too, though the family as a whole was kept conservative under the watchful eyes of the parents. The women wore sindoor and mangalsutra and wore sarees in a traditional way, covering their head whenever elders were around. For Shobha, Gopal was an

My dad, Bala who is working in Dubai. He comes to India once in two years. He stayed with us for a month only and go back. My mom Parvathi is a homemaker, age 35 (when this happened). My mom is fair complexion, 5ft height and has long hair.She looks like a little fatty but fats are in perfect places which make her so sexy. She has two big melons with the size of 38. She has perfect shape navel (deep round one). Her nipples are pink color surrounded by light brown color areolae.She has fatty tits which make many guys mad on her while she walking. I noticed many guys starring at her tits dancing.My mom fought with her mother in law and planned to live separately. My dad also said ok to that. My mom started to search new house. Finally we found new house which is little away from our grandma house.That was a newly constructed house which having four separated houses under one roof (more like rooms in a single house).Since we were staying alone. Many guys try to impress my mom and get her

Hi, am Rani (name changed). A girl of **age. Am a sweet girl who loves to play, sing, eat and sleep. I live with my maa (mom), baba(dad) and didi (elder sister). Many days passed, my cousin dada (cousin elder brother) is also staying with us. Exactly why, that I never knew; but as per mom, he is staying here/with us for better career scope… to find better job opportunities. Side by side, he started a coaching class for school students and others.What the most I love about him is, he is very loving, caring and protective for both of us sisters. We always felt that ‘He’ is always there for us. Not only for the sisters, but also for my maa-baba (mom-dad). And that’s probably the reason, he is staying with us for long. But the least I knew was that the main reason for him to stay with us for that long is;….actually my mother!!The first time I got the tinge of suspect when on an occasion I, didi and father were getting ready to go the market and from there, to a relative’s

It was about 9 pm on a Saturday night when Yashodhara and I drove up to a large house on the outskirts of the Midwestern town we lived in. The house was decked up in lights with several Chinese lanterns hanging from it. There was a big group of children to one side of the house, setting off fireworks. Watching them, sat half a dozen or so Indian women decked up in expensive looking silk saris and jewelry. I parked the car in between two others, and Yashodhara and I, taking a couple of plastic bags, walked to the front door."Happy Diwali!" a middle aged lady who was standing by the door greeted us."Happy Diwali to you too!" Yashodhara and I replied. And immediately, the air was filled with sounds of bursting fire crackers. When the sound subsided half a minute later, the lady said."Feels just like Diwali back home in India doesn't it, with this cacophony?""Sure does! I am surprised the neighbors haven't complained to the cops." I said."I was wondering about it too, but apparently,

Mahesh: Okay… Can I… I mean can I now proceed with the test?Me: Oh! Right! Right! Sure…I tried my best to recompose myself as quickly as possible both vocally and physically!Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr!Suddenly there was this weird sound coming from the front of the car. It was coming from inside the bonnet of the care probably. I immediately applied the brakes and Mahesh helped me to change the gear and made the car standstill.Mahesh: Must be something fouling in the engine area… let me check!I pushed my ass forward so that it was easier for him to get down from the car. He wanted to investigate where from the sound was emerging. He briskly opened the bonnet and I realized indeed it was a God-gifted opportunity for me to save some of my honor and within a flash I was onto fixing my bra hook. I pulled up my churidar top in one go above my big-sized mammaries and hurried my hands to my backside to fix my open bra. I indeed was feeling

I did not know what happened to me… the words of Meenakshi, her stern voice, her warm grip on my hand… everything made me very determined and strong within a moment to face this dirty man. I felt I would do my best to keep this man occupied with this driving exercise while Meenakshi would search his house for that tape. I turned towards her… my jaws had also got stiffened… had eye contact with her… and nodded positively and stepped ahead to cross the road.Mahesh: Hello Meenakshi… Hi Anita…. I must remark that you two are very punctual… (he looks at his watch) its just two minutes past 5!Mahesh was wearing a blue jeans and a light red T-shirt. As I looked minutely at him I noted he was sufficiently tall, had a good physique, and certainly could have looked better, but his thick untrimmed beard made him look rusty.Meenakshi: Hi Mahesh… So this is the car in which you will give lessons to my sister?Mahesh: Yes Meenakshi. Its one of the learner vehicles of our garage and

I was excited as well as nervous too; nervous of being watched; watched by Sudha and Natasha, who were much, much younger than me! Their presence was actually hindering me to some extent to extract the full joy out of Guru-ji’s passionate kissing and in my anxiety I was getting dry in the mouth. I was getting so keyed up that I wished I could rub my heavy breasts on his hairy chest and just bite his shoulder!Unfortunately, I had to constrain my emotions largely due to Natasha and Sudha though Guru-ji was virtually plundering the whole of my mouth with his wet tongue in the name of demonstration and I did not even notice when his hands slid from my waist to my round spherical butt cheeks and he was kneading them rather handsomely!Me: Ummm… Ahhhh…. Uuuuuuuuuuchhhhh….I was getting deeply immersed in his kissing when at one point of time Guru-ji parted his lips from mine.Guru-ji: Natasha, Sudha… I hope you have keenly followed what I demonstrated and for the saliva to mix

Nirmal: Oh! You are back Madam! Guru-ji was searching for you!Me: Guru-ji! But he knows I was away….Am I… am I late?Nirmal: No, no Madam… you are not late…. actually Guru-ji needs to leave for an urgent call at his native place, so… so he would talk to you about the yagya I guess.I could easily guess that as he conversed with me his eyes were roving on my body. Though I had wrapped my sari properly on my body, my breathing was still not absolutely normal and my heavy bosom was going up and down under my sari at a faster pace, which that dwarf had probably spotted.Me (shuffling a bit nervously): Oh! I see…Nirmal: Please take your sit and I will bring some tea for you.He said the last words to Mama-ji who indeed would need a cup of tea to refresh himself after the quick ejaculation he had in the car.Mama-ji: Oh! Thanks… He he… (Mama-ji sat on the couch)I bid “good bye” to Mama-ji and quickly went inside almost simultaneously with Nirmal. I walked at a brisk pace so

I stood absolutely motionless with my lips wide apart. I was as if thunderstruck! I was simply bowled over by Mama-ji’s outlandish problem.Mama-ji: Uhhh…. Uhhh…. Beti… please help me… I will die in this pain… its absolutely unbearable. Ooooooooh!He was almost rolling left and right on the bed in his acute pain. His lungi had moved off his legs and Mama-ji’s hairy legs were exposed till his knees and even a part of his muscular thighs. Even at this crisis hour, my eyes were getting distracted seeing exposed male body.Me: (trying my level best to look normal) Mama-ji, I mean… shall I… shall I call the doctor?Mama-ji: Doctor? Huh! I had visited so many times…. You know what…. Aaaahhh…. they asked me to operate. Huh!Mama-ji was still holding onto his cock with both hands and to my utter disbelief he was even stroking his balls with his fingers! The old man obviously was doing that to alleviate pain, but it looked extremely indecent! His lungi had so dangerously