Long sex story 8211 I Was A Reluctant Shemale
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Sokale ghum theke uthe toilet a gelam, dekhi amar pant er vetore shukno chorchore ki jeno. Segulu tene tene tulte valoy laglo. Gotorater sopner kotha mone portei sorir shir shir korte laglo. Kemon jani… tobe besh valoy lagsilo. Sopne dekhesi ami ammur sathe close hoye tar dudh khassi, se puro nogno ar amio nogno. Sopne ami prosrab kore diesi.
Sebar-e prothom. Sopner valo laga amar jagroto oboshthayo mone kori. Khub valo lage. Dupure kingba rat-e jokhon-e ghumate jai kingba jokhon porte ar valo lage na tokhon sei sopner kotha vabi, abar nije nije sopno sajai. Lokkho korlam ami jokhon-e ammu-k nie vabi amar pant-lungi vije jay athalo kono kisute.
Ekti boroder magazine pore janlam eta ki. Amar agroho ar valo laga aro bere gelo, jodiyo voy hossilo j eta pap kintu kono kisui amar valo lagar theke beshi noy. Ammur shorir amar kase akorshonio hoye uthlo. Archokhe othoba lukie take dekha amar ovvesh hoye daralo.Ammur boyosh 38. 5’3”. Dekhte onkekta Bangladeshi actress Bobita’r moto.
Ga er rong forsha. Vorat shorir, vorat buk 36d, vorat pasa ar shorir somosto jayga-e vorat kintu dekhe mone hobe na med ase. Ammur kadh choura, pasa ar buker tulonay komor ektu chapa. Komorer du pashe sotto sotto duto mangser vaj ase. Gaer tok khub komol ar norom, dekhley bojha jay. Jekono purusher kamonar patri hote pare se.
Amar ar karo shorir dekhe eto uttejona hoy na jototuku ammur shorir dekhle ba tar shorir nie vable hoy. Se sobsomoy patla shuti shari-blouse pore. Baire gele bra pore blouse er sathe match kore. Ghore sharir achol sobsomoy ekdike fele rakhe, kokhono beshi gorom porle achol purota fele rakhe. Ammur blouse er gola sobguloy boro boro.
Tar buker ordhekta-e dekha jay. Tar dui buker majhkhaner til tar amar khub valo lage. Seta sobsomoy-e drisshoman. Ammu jokhon haate tokhon tar buk ar pet alto alto lafay. Se sharita sobsomoy navir niche pore. Amar boyosh ar koto boyo-sondhi shuru hoyese sobe.
Ami jani je meyeder, bishesh kore ma er shorir dekha thik noy. Kintu ami eta na koreo parsi na. Ammur proti amar antorikota jeno aro bere gelo, tar sathe sathe thakar jonno. Ghorer kajkormo beshir vag-e ammu nijer hate kore. Se jokhon boshe boti die konokisu kute tokhon tar mai duto du paye chap kheye fule thake.
Se jokhon jhuke kono kisu kore jemon jhar dey, tokhon tar buk duto aro sposto hoye jhule thake. Se kokhon kokhono blouse er vetor die hat dhukie buk kingba bogol chulkay. Uff ki se drisso! Ammu shari khule blouse ar petticoat pore gosole jay, kokhono kokhono sudhu petticoat pore gharer upor shari rekhe, achol die sudhu buk dheke berie ase. Ei drisshogulo dekhar jonno ami saradin-e udgrib hoye thaki. Amar vabna ar sopnodosher matrao bere gelo. Ekhon isse hoy tar shorirta ektu dhori.
Kisudin evabe jaoar por ammu hoyto bujhte perese je ami tar shorirta chokh die gile gile khai. Kintu tar kono vabantor nei, se jeno aro beshi kholamela hote shuru korlo. Abbu dure chakri kore, mase mase ase, du-tindin theke chole jay. Bashay sudhu ami ar ammu. Duto bed, mehman asle ami ar ammu ek roome ghumai. Sedin ar amar ghum hoy na, sarat shorir shir shir kore, ar isse kore ammur shorirta tipi.
Jege thaki kokhon ammur norachoray tar blouse er botam khule jabe othoba hatur onek upore kapor uthe jabe seta dekhbo ei ashay. Ammu jokhon kaj kore gheme jay, tar forsha buk patla blouse chapie aro vese uthe ar garo ronger botar charpasher ostitto bojha jay. Botao uchu hoye thake.
Ammu sobar sathe hasikhusi, karo sathe kokhono jhogra hoese dekhini kintu besh kholamela, kapor-choporeo abong kothate. Amar sathe ammu besh free. Ekdin amak boley boslo,
–kire ki ultapalta vabish, pant vije thake keno sobsomoy?
–ki ammu?
–ei j pante egulo ki?
–janina to!
–Tu janish bol, bolle toke surprise debo.
–ki debe?
–ki debo ta ekhono vabini, tobe debo kisu ekta.
Ami surprise er lov salate parlam na, amta amta kore bollam,
–baje sopno dekhesi.
–ki dekhesis?
–Ei… ma…mane meye manusher shorir.
(bolte bolte ami lojjay lal hoye gelam)
–kar shorir dekhesish khule bol.
(ammu haste laglo)
Ami shahosh peye bollam,
–tomar.
Chokh boro boro kore ammu jiggesh korlo,
–ki dekhis bol.
–dekhi tomar dudh khassi.
Ammu dustu hese,
–ei boka amar ki ekhon dudh ase naki buke?
–nei? Keno nei ma?
–ekta somoy pore ar thake na.
–Kokhon thake?
–tor jonmer somoy silo. Abar tui jokhon khaoa bondho kore diechish tokhon aste aste dudh asa bondho hoye gese.
–abar khele hobe?
–ummhu na.
–assa bolo ki surprise debe? Ami tomak sob bollam.
–Hmmmm ekhon thik korini ke debo, tui-e bol ki chas?
–debe to?
–haa.
–tomar buk tipbo.
–kiiih!? Assa thik ase, sudhu ekbar. Ne tep..
Ami kapte kapte mar buke hat dilam. Halka gorom ar ato norom ami kokhonoy dekhini. Ami prothome aste pore jore jore ammur buk tipte laglam. Amar hater chpe ammur blouse er huk chire gelo. Tar nogno buk dekhe ami aro uttejito hoye uthlam. Dalimer moto thasa thasa duto mai ar bota norom tholthole. Tar buk eto forsa j shira-upshira ektu monojog die dekhle dekha jay. Eto sundor dudher hari prithibite sudhu jeno amar ammur-e ase. Tar buke amar hater dag pore gelo. Ma nijeke sarie ranna-ghore chole gelo. Ami sthobir hoye darie roilam. Amar matha bon bon kore ghurse.
Amar sahosh koekgun bere gelo. Ekhon ami lukie lukie noy borong samna-samni-e take dekhi, ammu amak sabdhan kore diese a bapare kintu ke sone kar kotha! Amak je kono kisu korte bolley sorto jure dey j, shorirer eta dekhate hobe notuba ota. Prothom prothom se raji hoto na pore jeno onekta baddho hoyei amar kotha mene nisse. Amaro chahida kromagoto barte laglo.
Ekdin ammu gosole jasse. Ami tar sathe gosol korar jonno bayna dhorlam. Se raji hoye gelo, bollo lungi pore ay. Ami druto lungi pore ready. Dujone bathroom-e dhuke porlam.
Ma sudhu blouse ar petticoat pora. Tar mai duto beshoromer moto blouse fete ber hoye aste chaise, amio lojja haralam,
–Ammu tomar buk duto khub sundor, ar dutor majhkhaner til aro sexy kore tulese.
–assa shahitto rochona korte hobe na, shower er niche dara toke gosol korie ami gosol korbo.
–na eksathe gosol korbo.
–amak to kapor khulte hobe.
–kholo na..
–assa baba thik ase, kintu tui ja dustu!
Ammu blouse khule fello. Ami ha kore tar khara hoye thaka mai duto k gilte laglam. Amar penis j kokhon rod hoye gese bujtei parini. Ma otak dekhe lojjay ghure gelo.
–ki hoese ma?
–tor otak samla.
–konta?
–tor penis.
Amio lojja peye gelam.
–ki korbo ma? Ete amar kono control-e nei.
Ammu shower sere dilo. Tar sorir vijse ar ami chokh die se drisso gilsi. Tar chul vije, nogno kadh beye pani dui buker surongo die ar khara bota chuiye chuiye porse. Thanda panir sporshe ammur navi tir tir kore kapse. Ami jeno harie gelam. Mar dake sombit ferot pelam,
–ay gae saban mekhe dey.
Ammu amar sorire pani dhele saban makhate laglo. Tar hat duto jeno khub dustu. Amar pasay, nunute lungir chipa die dhuke jete laglo. Ar nunur moddhe ojotha narachara dite vullo na. Mar mai amar shorirer ekhane okhane bari khasse. Se ek modhu onuvuti. Amar gae saban makhano shesh kore ma nijey tar sorire saban makhte suru korlo. Ami tar har theke saban nie tar gae dolte laglam, buk duto pissil hoye jelly fiss er moto hoye gelo. Ami sob vule ogulo nie khelte laglam.
Chepe dhorle hat foske ber hoye jay. Ma kisu bollo na. Ma pa dole poriskar korte laglo. Tar sada dhob dhobe pa je kaokey akristo korbe. Pa dola shesh hole se petticoat er vetor die pasa ar voda dolte laglo jhuke. Tar buk duto pendulum er moto jhulse. Thik jeno gavi. Ami thakte na pere tar niche hatu gere bose mai-e mukh dilam.
Ma isse korey jhule thaklo amak sujog deoar jonno. Ami duno buk-e palakrome chuste laglam jore jore. Thik jemon basur gavir dudh khay. Ammu tar buk theke amar mukh sorie nie bollo,
–chol, besi vijle thanda lege jabe.
–uhu arektu.
–ghore gie ja korar koris ekhon ber ho.
Gae pani dhele ma tar sorir muslo amartao muslo, petticoat paltalo. Ami ekta shukno lungi pore nilam. Aj ma buk na dhekey bathroom theke berie elo.
Dupure khete bose mak bollam blouse khule rakhar jonno.
–keno?
–dekhte dekhte khabo.
(ma blouse khule du pashe jhulie rakhlo)
–tui onek boro hoye gesis.
-Tai ammu? Kivabe bujhle?
–tui ekhon boroder moto achoron koris.
–jemon?
–purushera boro hole narider shorirer proti akristo hoy.
–tai… akristo hoye ki kore?
–ja dustu.
Ekhon kha, bisanay gie toke onek kisu shekhbo aj, tui onek moja pabi.
–ki shekhabe?
–age khaoa shesh kor.
Ami taratari kheye bisanay shue porlam. Mar jonno opekkha korsi. Ammu sob kaj guise elo. Ghore dhukey shari khule sudhu blouse petticoat pore amar pase ese boslo, amar mathay alto kore hat bulate bulate bollo,
–amak nie ki vabish?
–vabi tumi amak gavir moto dudh khaoasso.
–evabe buk khete tor beshi valo lage?
–hmm.
Ammu blouse sompurno khule dudu jhulie du hat-paye gavir moto daralo.
–ay dudh kheye ja.
Ami mukh baratey se amak dhakka die sorie dilo.
–basur to nangto thake.Ami lungi khule tar pase gie du hat-paye daralam. Amar penis khara ton ton korse. Ma amar purusanger dike lovatur dristite cheye roilo. Ami mukh nichu kore ammur dudu mukhe nie chuste laglam.
Ar basur jevabe dudh beshi kore anar jonno dhakka dey ovabe ektu por por dhakka dite laglam. Ma-o batha peye amak shorir die thele dilo. Amar ammu j eto valo r rosik ta vebe nijeke khub shouvaggoban mone holo. Evabe 5-6 min khelam. Se ekhat barie amar amar nunu dhore jhakate laglo. Ami athalo mal sere dilam mar hate.
–egulu ki Janis?
–na.
–egulu birjo.
Egulo narir gorve probesh kore bongsho briddhi kore.
–gorvo kothay ma?
Ma tar tolpet dekhie,
–ei borabor.
–birjo ekhane kivabe dhukbe?
Ammu amar petticoat er nich die tar vagina-te rekhe boll,
–seleder penis edik die dhuke vetore birjo fele.
–tai, edik die penis dhukle kemon lage.
–khub moja, prithibir sobche besi sukh hoy jokhon nari-puresher edik die milon hoy.
–ami tomar edik die dhukate parbo?
–hmm.
–baccha hobe na to?
–Na, ami pill khai.
–tahole dhukai…
–dhukabi kintu ekhon noy. Age amar sorir khabi tarpor.
Ammu kat hoe shue amak tar dike tene nilo. Tar hater upor matha rekhe tar buke amar mukh set kore nilo. Ami tar upor pa tule mai chuste laglam.
–Amar shorirer kon ongso tor beshi valo lage?
–tomar mai.
–tarpor..
–pet.
–tarpor..
–pasa, pith..
–hmm sob toke khaoabo ajke.
Ami mar buk sere navir charpash chat-te laglam. Mar navi tir tir kore kapte laglo. Amar lalay vije chup chup korte laglo. Ma petticoat uchu kore pasa ber kore amar dike pasa tule dilo. Ami ammur pasar majhkhane nak dubie gondho nissi. Tar pasa duto mangsol ar rosalo. Mar prosraber rastao sompurno dekha jasse. Chok choke ki jeno mekhe ase tar voday. Kemon metal kora gondho, mone hosse saradin nak dubie gondho ney.
Ami chokchoke podartho hate nilam. Amar birjer motoy pissil.
–egulu ki ma. Tumi ki mute dieso?
–egulu narider kamros, vodar rasta pissil kore rakhe jate purusango sohojey dhukte pare ar milon jeno sukher hoy.
Ammu amak dar korie die se bose amar lingo mukhe nilo. Tar usno thot ar jihbar sporse amar shorir obosh hoye aste chaisilo. Amar sorire kapuni uthe gelo. Ami ammur chul dhore konomote darie roilam. Besh kisukkhon amar nunu chete ma chit hoye shue porlo amar dike pa die. Du pa fak kore amak ishara korlo tar birje veja vodar dike,
–ebar amarta chete de na bap.
–dissi ma.
(ami vodar kase mukh nitey)
–Tor kharap lagbe na to?
–na ki j bolo ammu, esobkuchu korte amar eto valo lagse tomak bole bojhate parbo na.
–hmm lompot sele kothakar.
(ami onekta oviman kore)
–tumi amak lompot bolle keno ma?
–mar voday mukh diechis abar lompot bolle rag koris keno?!
Ammu du hate amar mukh tar voday chepe uthlo. Ami nak dubie mar veja voda chat-te laglam. Ammu birjo jototuku ber hoye aste laglo ami sob chetepute khete laglam. Ma odvut aoaz kore gungate laglo. Mak ekhon paglir moto lagse, amio jeno kemon behusher moto achoron korsi. Ammu hothat kore amak tan die tar ga er upor nie fello. Amak jorie dhore chumute laglo r amak japte dhore goragori khete laglo. Amio mar shorirer anondo nissi. Ammur puro nogno shorirta amar kase kolbalisher moto mone hosse. Se amar gale ar ami tar gale chum khassi. Ma hothat
Amar thot mukhe nie chuste laglo. Amio badho hoe tar thot chuste laglam. Amar ar ammur, dujoner-e komorer jayga sompurno pissil hoe ase bujhte parsi. E somoy amader dujonk dekhle mone hobe jeno neshagrosto duto manush. Ma amar khar nunuta dhore tar vodar mukhe bosie dilo. Amak isharay bollo thela dite. Ami thela dilam. Amar purusango mar voda die tar gorver moddhe dhuke gelo. Jeno gorom tel makha norom, pissil rasta. Ami sukhe dishehara hote laglam.
Ma amak samne-pesone dhon tene tene dhakka dite bollo Koekbar thap ditey amar birjo khose gelo. Birjo khosar somoy klantite amar matha ghure uthlo. Omon somoy ammur thappor kheye matha ghure uthlo.
–dili amar moja nosto kore.
–tai bole tumi amak thappor marbe?!
–aha sonata rag kore na, amar jaygay tui hole bujhti uttejona barar somoy penis ber kore felle
Kemon lage. Sorry ….
–ami sorry ma, amio khub shukh passilam, kintu kivabe jeno ber hoe gelo!
–toke ami control kora shikhie debo.
Prothom jibone shorir uttejonay thasa. Ammur nogno shorire chokh bulie amar bara darate bese somoy nilo na. Ammur voday tokhono tar amar birjo mekhe ase. Ami tar shorirer upor uthe elam. Ebar nejey ammur manger moddhe laora bosie thap dilam. Ammu prothome response korlo na. Kintu amar thaper chote seo r sthir hoe thakte parlo na, amak jorie dhore tol thap dite laglo. Chodoner chote amader khat nore uthe kach kach aoaz korte laglo, ma gungate laglo, ami boro boro shash felte laglam. Mar dudher jhakuni amar uttejona baratey thaklo. Arekta shobdo amak pagol kore fello, seta hol mar voday seler dhoner pochat pochat aoaz.
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Pyare Doston, Main, aap ki Julee, hazir hun apna ek aur hangama aur chudai ka karnaama – CHUT CHUDAI CAR ME. Jo tareef mujhe mili hai aur jitne mail mujhe roz milte hain, us se main bahut khush hun ki itne logon ne meri chudai ko, mere likhne ko pasand kiya hai. Maine aisa nahi socha tha ki main itni famous ho jaaoini ki kuch log mujh se jalne lag jaayenge. Jalne wale jalte rahe, main parwah nahi karti. Mera maan na hai ki pyar aur chudai sab samajik bandhan se upar hai aur jab pyar karne...
Yahan main ek baar phir se dhanyad dena chahti hun apne ek bahut hi pyare reader ka jinhone meri original MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY ko aap ki maang par, aap ke maze ke liye hindi me likhne ki mehnat kar rahen hai. Aap logogon ko bhi MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY ka hindi virsion khoob khoob pasand aa raha hai jis ka saboot hai mujhe milne wali unginat mail jinka uttar main hamesha dene ki koshis karti hun. To……. pesh hai mera agla chudai ka karnaama…………… Meri umar us samay 18 saal ki thi aur main...
I feel that I have become very popular in this group because of my real stories and everybody wants to have my friendship. Some of them are thinking that they are very smart and I will be easily available to them for sex. I do not want to say anything to them. They will understand automatically. Although, socially it may not be considered to be right or good to have sexual relationship with own uncle, but I did not see anything wrong in it. He is my first love and I remember all the things...
IncestI am very happy and excited that all readers have liked my life’s sex story and my inbox was full with their positive comments. Everybody wanted me to post the next part as early as possible and looking to the response and request of the readers, I really worked hard to write next part of MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY by remembering each and everything which i did 14 years ago. I request all the readers to please let me have your comments with open heart. I promise to post next part as early as...
IncestFive cards stared up at me while the implications of their configuration suffused my being. Four queens, the heart suit carefully arranged on the left, followed by her sisters, each card a mirror image of the previous except for the suit. The last card, the ace of spades, broke the pattern, but served to complete the hand in mocking simplicity. I never played much poker, wasn’t the gambling type, but I knew enough that this hand, the one I held between my trembling fingers, was rare. I...
Jeff, arriving home from school, found Isabel napping on the couch in the Family Room. Without waking her, he sat down to open the mail in the large over-stuffed chair nearby, affording him a view of his Grandmother’s thighs and the entrapped panties in the narrow crease between the opulent twin mounds of her bottom. She was facing the back of the couch with one leg pulled up and her short skirt hiked up over her hips. The position enhanced the beautiful curve of her hips so golden...
“Who’s there?” Nancy cried out. There, was no response but she was a shadow move. Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with Uncle Cliff. “Hello, Nancy;” he laughed. “Expecting somebody else? Berry, perhaps?” She reached for the blanket in an effort to cover her naked body, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he took in her body with those awful eyes of his. She wanted to scream out for...
When Nathan Warner woke up the next day, there were little men with booster rockets aimed at each other across the broad span of his brain. They were firing them one by one. His mouth tasted like an Alabama election, it stank. His body was bruised slightly and his skin was stinging, as if he had a sunburn. She was gone. He got up and went rummaging around for aspirin. Five tablets down, with water, and a second glass lull for a gargle; “I wonder if that dame ever sleeps?” he...
Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of “Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties. The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore a smile indicating she was the mastermind of the affair. Stacey strictly instructed to her friends and co-workers that she didn’t...
It was a distinct surprise to Mr. Duchose to find himself in the empty white room, still lying in bed, but clearly not the bed, nor the room, where he had fallen asleep. He didn’t seem to feel entirely himself in other ways. When he’d retired for the night, he felt a distinct soreness in the throat which usually indicated the onset of a bad cold or flu, accompanied by a feverishness and headache. His body had the normal aches of a 68-year old man, but more intense tonight, more...
We sat there, having our drinks. And we chatted. It was already 30 minutes. B4: “Bara koto chudchhe go tomar girlfriend k. Amra r pabo to?” (How long that bastard is going to fuck your girlfriend? Are we going to get any chance after this?) Arun: “O niye chap nei. Or prochur energy ache. Ki bolo Ujhyo?” (That is not a problem. She has a lot of energy. What do you say, Ujhyo?) I smiled. B4: “Baniyechho mairi maal ta k!” (You have made a slut out of her!) Me: “Dada maal bananoi thake. Khuje ber...
Hi readers, Aman here! Hope you guys are healthy in this unforeseen pandemic. I wish for the well-being of you and your family. We will overcome this! Though delayed, this story is the 4th installment in the series, “The Story”. Please read the previous installments before continuing further for a better experience. In this part, I will detail my encounter with my Aunt Sneha, who is my mother’s younger brother’s (uncle’s) spouse. They got married in 2009 and currently have two kids and are...
IncestHey guys, this is Nikhil, and this time I’ve come with the continuation of my last story as you guys have been demanding for a long time. Sorry for taking so long. I have been busy making new, sexy experiences to share with you through these stories. This quarantine has given me lots of experiences which I will soon write about. As my neighbor’s husband was stuck in Mumbai due to the lockdown, we fucked a lot and enjoyed the lockdown to the fullest. She liked fucking me so much that she wanted...
Hey everyone. Deepak here, and I hope you guys are doing well in this pandemic. So here I’m with another part of my life. A big thanks for ISS for posting my story and a big thanks to readers who gave suggestions and thoughts. I am overwhelmed! New readers, you know what to do. Start from my past series and come to this series. Without further ado, let’s jump into the story. I had the best day (and sex) of my life on my birthday. It’s not even comparable to the days to come. We stopped being as...
IncestAs Mimi was putting on her make-up, I came close to her and stole a kiss and said, “I guess this is the last kiss for today that I will be allowed.” She turned towards me and smooched me hard. Real hard. “You will always be my priority. No matter what. Whenever you feel awkward, just tell me and I will end up things as soon as possible.” Me: “Thanks. I trust you. Enjoy, without any inhibitions. You have already shed most inhibition of yours. Now if you want you can do whatever you like. I will...
Welcome back, guys. For those who want to skip to the story part, look for the ‘Story starts’ tag. Those who want to skip right to the sex part, look for the ‘Sex starts’ tag. Something weird happened recently. I was asleep and Kareema came to me through a dream and said this, “What the hell, Qamar? “The dates of the story of me that you’re writing is off! Like, many dates are like full two years off from when they actually happened! “And, adding details is one thing, but why are you so...
Please read my previous parts for continuation. If you like to reach out to me, write to me at All my clients are very discreet with their naughty sides. So obviously our interests are also maintained discreetly. Any girls and aunties who are interested to make some money and also enjoy the fun, reach out to my email id. Also, any husbands who like to see there wife or girlfriends getting fucked? Let me know. Thanks for all those who wrote to me and it was overwhelming. I tried to respond to...
Please read my previous parts for continuation. If you like to reach out to me, write to me at All my clients are very discreet with their naughty sides. So obviously our interests are also maintained discreetly. Any girls and aunties who are interested to make some money and also enjoy the fun, reach out to my email id. Also, any husbands who like to see their wife or girlfriends getting fucked? Let me know. Thanks for all those who wrote to me and it was overwhelming. I tried to respond to...
Please read my previous parts for continuation. If you like to reach out to me, write to me at All my clients are very discreet with their naughty sides. So obviously our interests are also maintained discreetly. Any girls and aunties who are interested to make some money and also enjoy the fun, reach out to my email id. Also, any husbands who like to see there wife or girlfriends getting fucked? Let me know. Thanks for all those who wrote to me and it was overwhelming. I tried to respond to...
Welcome back readers, Description of the characters: Amith – a shopkeeper Anita is close with. He had sex with Kareema and indirectly claimed to have sex with Anita. Anita – Kareema’s roommate in the boarding. Channa – Kareema’s boss. had sex with Kareema. Kareema – the main protagonist of the story. Had sex with her husband and Amith. Now let’s get back to the story. A few more days passed, without sex for either of them. At least, Kareema didn’t see Anita having sex with anyone. But with...
Welcome to this part of ‘Ghost of Kareema’, dear readers. From this time onwards, the writer Qamar is gonna state a little description of the characters involved in the story, to refresh the reader’s memory of the previous parts. Amith – a shopkeeper Anita is close with. He had sex with Kareema and indirectly claimed to have sex with Anita. Anita – Kareema’s roommate in the boarding. Banduka – New character introduced in this chapter. Kareema – the main protagonist of the story. Had sex with...
Hello, horny bunnies! I hope you enjoyed reading the previous chapters in this series. I owe you, folks, an apology for the long hiatus. I am uploading multiple parts this time so that you have enough fapping material until my next upload. Getting down to business, a quick recap. In my previous chapter, I had narrated how I finally took a leap of faith and kissed Salma. This led to an intense make-out session. It culminated in me shooting a huge load down her throat. In this chapter, I shall...
Hello everyone! This is Deepak back with another episode of my life. Happy New Year to everyone. I wish this year to be grand for all of you. I was a little busy lately. So here I am with another one to keep you occupied. New readers, you know the drill (go back and read the past parts). After last night, it’s not casual anymore. We are not fooling around playing with ourselves. We both truly love each other. And the fact that Kavi is mad about me is making me feel very special. Picking her up...
IncestHello everyone! A very Happy New Year. I am sorry to write the second part so late. Anyway, your Ayesha is back with the continuation of the story. Also to the people asking if the story is real and if my body description is real. Yes, everything mentioned is absolutely real and the description of my body is 100% spot on. Now let me tell you what happened after that bus incident. Those who didn’t read my last story can just read it for better understanding. The whole conversation is actually in...
Always strive to stay happy, be jovial, shun negativity and adopt positivity. Stay in others’ hearts because that is the best place to live. Live happily and make others happy. This is what I have learned with my experience of writing. All comments, feedback and chat on hangouts at . Devika was heating up. I kept all thoughts aside and concentrated on the delightful job at hand. Fucking a lovely girl as long as possible. I made my way up to the best part of a women’s body, her boobs. I began to...
Always strive to stay happy, be jovial, shun negativity and adopt positivity. Stay in others’ hearts because that is the best place to live. Live happily and make others happy. This is what I have learned with my experience of writing. All comments, feedback and chat on hangouts at . We were both naked, pressed together with bodies firmly feeling the skin and heat of each other. Devika moved her mouth on one of my nipples, my hands moved on Devika’s inner thighs. I was struck by how intense it...
Always strive to stay happy, be jovial, shun negativity and adopt positivity. Stay in others’ hearts because that is the best place to live. Live happily and make others happy. This is what I have learned with my experience of writing. All comments, feedback and chat on hangouts at . Devika Miss said, “Vinay, I have left my mobile in your house, I am so sorry.” We looked at each other, I told her, “No problem, you relax. I will go back and get your phone.” She was very apologetic and said, “I...
Always strive to stay happy, be jovial, shun negativity and adopt positivity. Stay in others hearts because that is the best place to live. Live happily and make others happy. This is what I have learnt with my experience of writing. All comments, feedback and chat on hangouts at . My son’s teacher looked like a woman in a hurry. Now she was deciding very quickly. I wanted to know if she was married, about her family. Was it just the money or she intended something else? A man’s mind always is...
Life is one, desires are many, time is less, the to-do list is big. It is our life and we must choose how to live it, positively or the other way. When we are joyful, we say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around us. We become a sun in the center of every constellation. People want to be near us in our company, in our sunshine. Always strive to stay happy, be jovial, shun negativity and adopt positivity. Stay in others’ hearts because that is the best place to live. Live...
Hey everyone. Deepak here. Big thanks to ISS for posting my story and thanks to the readers who came up with good suggestions and comments. Special thanks to all the women who bombarded me with your answers. I never thought so many women . Woah, it seems to be a large number. Many people asked me a lot of questions about us, I will answer some of them at the end. Since I am so vetti, I came again with another part so soon. New readers please go and update yourself with all the . Without any...
IncestWe reached the banks of Gajol Doba. Babu and Paltu said that they would get ready and come in an hour or so. We should proceed and make the necessary arrangements. I, Mimi and Arun went towards the car. I now knew somehow that my role was to drive so that the newly-wed could make love. I sat in the driver’s seat and Arun said, “Bah ei to dada tumi bujhe gechho.” (Good that you have understood your task.) Me: “Bhai sob e ek diner jonno.” (Bro everything is just for a day.) Arun: “Haan kintu oi...
This was basically the moment I lost total control on Mimi for that day. The pandit then asked them to take those 7 ‘Pheres’ around the holy fire to seal their wed-lock. After that, he took the sindur and asked Arun to put it on Mimi’s forehead. He did so happily. Surprisingly, Mimi was blushing when the sindur was being applied on her forehead. It was a first for her. But, yes she was looking awesome with the sindur. The entire thing took about 45 minutes and we went down. On reaching the car,...
We were traveling back to Siliguri in the car. We chatted for some time. For the first time, we came to know that the name of the driver was Arun. He was also educated. He was a graduate. We asked him to drop us at a place, a bit far from our home. From there we took a rickshaw after he left. This was again done for security purposes. So that he does not come to know about our whereabouts. Before getting down we took his number because somehow we liked the guy. He was decent and kinky at the...
Hello friends, my name is Sameer. I am back with another story of me and my mom. Again, this is a fictional story. Us din ke bad mom mujhe ‘aai-zavadya’ (Marathi word for motherfucker) bulane lagi. Aur main usko randi, chhinal, item aur bhi gande words se address karne laga. Mom ko ye sab bahot hi pasand aata tha, aur mujhe bhi. Hum log har roj phone pe bate karne lage. Apne-2 fantasies share karne lage. Agar main kisi aur ladki ke bare mein bat bhi karta to use gussa aata tha. Ek din aise hi...
She kissed Babu on his lips and went near the door and said, “Gajol dobar lock gate khule dilam” (I am opening the lock-gates of the dam of Gajol Doba) and she opened the door which separated the verandah and the room. She knew there was only 1 Viagra left. Mimi: “Notun rules: 6 nombor: Tomader 9 jon e chudte parbe, kintu r Viagra khawa cholbe na.” (New Rules: The 6th one: All 9 of you can fuck me, but you guys are not allowed to have Viagra now.) I hurriedly approached her, “What the fuck are...
For the next four weeks, everything went normal, except sometimes Samar tried to touch his tutor. Ani also visited sometimes during class. Suraj got excited seeing both of them together. Then again came that eventful day of informing the results. Rimi announced again Suraj got the better results. And Samar was highly disappointed. Suraj: This time let’s not do anything in front of these two. They don’t study and only watch and distract us. Rimi: Then where you want to do it? Downstairs in front...
Next day, Suraj came over. Rimi was shocked to see him. She said, “Today I gave an off day for you guys remember?” Third-year students and the solo 1st year had their classes on Thursday and Friday. But this Friday she gave a day off. And that was the reason she said earlier that tomorrow is free. Suraj: Mam you told me to come tomorrow as no one will come for class. So, I am here for today’s treat. You said you will give both the days treat. But I had yesterday’s treat, so only today’s treat...
Samar and Manish were watching the once in a lifetime concert that anyone could wish for. Rimi said that this will be a treat for them as well. Samar said that is not fair, you guys we’re hogging the table, what was his and Manish’s fault in that? How are we expected to do any study on the table then? In the meantime, Suraj said, “Mam it is also not fair that I am naked and you still have clothes on you!” Saying this, he went near her and pulled down her panty and leggings together in one go....
Then for the next 4weeks exams was conducted. Rimi intentionally didn’t give out the results. She thought at the end she will announce the score and take the best student out for dinner. The second years got their scores on the Monday of 5th week. As expected, Sunny topped it. So, Rimi asked what would he like to have. He decided to have a chicken dish with butter naan. Rimi ordered it via online delivery app ‘Zomato’. The food arrived. Rimi told him to have it after studies are done for the...