Nandita To Nandini
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Sex has always been something that I could take or leave. It was never very important to me. I could go for weeks without sex and it didn’t bother me. Then I became pregnant for the first time and that all changed. Suddenly all I could think about was sex. Suddenly I was horny all the time. Then, I gave birth last fall but my new need for sex remains. I’m just as needy now as I was during those nine months of insatiable horniness.
My hormones ran wild during those nine months. Since then my pussy is like a .357 magnum with a hair trigger, it doesn’t take much to fire it up. You’ve heard the old saying, "a hard cock has no conscious," well, a horny pussy doesn’t either. I really love my husband and I never set out to cheat on him with anyone that started my motor running, it just happens naturally. Fortunately, he never found out about any of those encounters. I need to confess my infidelities to someone, so here goes. These confessions aren’t in any order; they’re simply in the order that they come to memory.
I woke up horny one morning and that’s when I knew something big had changed in my life. I mean, I never wake up horny. The bottom line is that my husband really has to work at it to turn me on when he wants sex, which is never more than once or twice a month. I enjoy sex but I didn’t need sex the way most of my girlfriends did, once or twice a month was enough for me too. Waking up horny was a very new experience for me. Hell, I never even became horny unless my husband played with my nipples and clit.
It was cold and windy that Saturday morning in February. Ralph had left the night before to spend the weekend at the lake, ice fishing with his buddies. My husband’s name isn’t Ralph, but we’ll call him that. I mean, he doesn’t read erotica but his friend do and I don’t want to risk having one of them see these confessions and tell him about my nine-month horny period. No matter what I have done, I love him, I don’t want to hurt him, and I don’t want to lose him. I laid there for a moment thinking that I would have jumped on him if he had still been home. I would have attacked him, which would probably have given him cardiac arrest because it would have been so out of character for me. I never initiate sex. I never play with myself. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I had ever masturbated. I didn’t have time to think about it anymore. I had to shower. Betty, my next-door neighbor, always came over for coffee at nine and it was already well after eight.
I was still in the shower when I heard Betty yelling up the stairs.
"I’m here. I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time."
Betty was like one of the family. She never rang the doorbell. She just walked in and made herself at home. I jumped out of the shower. Toweled off and slipped into a white Baby doll that clung to my still damp body like a second skin. I was already halfway down the stairs when I realized I hadn’t covered my near naked body with a robe. I hesitated for a moment. I’m usually a very modest, shy person, but I didn’t care that morning if Betty could see my nipples and bush through the diaphanous fabric. I would never have guessed that being horny could change me so completely in the twinkling of an eye.
Betty was standing at the counter fixing our first pot of coffee as I walked through the kitchen doorway. With her back to me, she didn’t see me stop to study her from behind. I had always thought of Betty as being pretty, but she was more than pretty, she was beautiful. She was wearing a white, backless mini-dress that showed off her perfect body to perfection. Betty worked out at the gym three days every week, went to aerobic classes twice a week, and jogged three miles every morning and her body showed it. Her beautiful long legs and thighs were shapely, firm, and muscular. The tight fitting mini-dress clung to her heart-shaped ass. Betty must have sensed my presence because she turned and smiled at me, holding out a steaming mug of coffee to me.
"Good morning, Cathy. Wow! What the hell has happened to you? You’re beautiful. You seem to be glowing all over."
Betty was studying my body just as I had studied hers a few minutes earlier except it felt to me as if she was undressing me with her eyes. I could feel her eyes trailing slowly up my inner thighs like they were Ralph’s fingertips. In my mind, I felt her eyes pushing my Baby doll upwards as her eyes explored my naked pussy. As her eyes slid up over my hard, flat belly to devour my feverish nipples, I felt my juices wetting my upper thighs. I was becoming hornier every passing second. I really didn’t know what was happening to me because I had never felt sexually attracted to another girl before. I had always thought of myself as a straight heterosexual, if I had thought about it at all.
"Betty, let’s take our coffee into the living-room this morning. I really need to talk to you, to someone."
Taking my coffee from her hand, I led the way to our couch and sat down in the middle. The couch wasn’t all that big, so when Betty sat down next to me our bodies touched.
"Betty, I really don’t know what’s happening to me. I woke up horny this morning and, well, you know me, sex has never been important to me. If that isn’t unusual enough for me, I’m getting hornier just sitting here talking with you about it. I’m ashamed to admit it but I even stopped in the doorway to admire how great a body you have. Betty….Why do I want to touch you? Have I suddenly become…what’s the word…bisexual or something?"
Betty stood up to stand in front of me. Reaching behind her, she untied the halter-top and pushed her dress slowly down over her hips, letting it fall around her feet. She stood there before me for a moment before unfastening the side tie on her thong, letting it fall to where her dress laid. Leaning over me, she untied my Baby doll and pulled it off me.
Taking me by the shoulders, she pulled me off the couch, pulling me down on the deep pile carpet. Twisting around she straddled my face, lowering her face between my widely spread thighs. I knew what she was about to do but knowing what she was about to do didn’t prepare me for the way my body reacted. The touch of her lips against my pussy lips made my body convulsed under her like it was struck by a lightening bolt or a jolt of high-voltage electricity. My body took over and my hips started thrusting up against her mouth as her tongue found my inflamed little nub.
I could hardly talk as tears of sheer ecstasy poured from my eyes.
"Oooohhhhh….mmmyyyyy….GGGGoooodddd….what ever you’re doing, Betty….pppplllleeeeaaaassseee….ddddoooonnnntttt….sssstttttooooppppo. Ffffeeeellllsss…sssoooo….fuckingggg….ggggoooooodddd,"
Betty’ s own juices were dripping on my lips. Tentatively I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting another woman’s juices for the first time. I had never tasted anything so sweet, so exciting. Reaching up, I pulled Betty’ s sopping wet hole down to my lip. Running my tongue over them, around them, and between them, I lapped up her juices. Betty moaned and redoubled her efforts as my tongue found her clit.
Betty dug her fingernails into my hips as my tongue found its way deep up inside her. As Betty carried me upwards with her as we climbed upwards towards orgiastic relief, I suddenly started realize what all my other girlfriends were talking about. I suddenly started to realize that I had never experienced this intense pleasure with Ralph.
Betty started cumming a couple of seconds before my own orgasm washed over me. Betty’ s pussy juices gushed forth, filling my mouth and throat. I swallowed furiously; not wanting to wastes a single drop of that delicious nectar. Then, suddenly, I was cumming to. I screamed out at the top of my lungs as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. Then, when I felt as if I couldn’t cum anymore, a flick of her tongue on my supersensitive clit started me cumming all over again.
Finally, as our orgasms subsided, Betty twisted around and took me in her arms. Betty and I spent the rest of the day lying naked in each other’s arms, kissing, making love, and talking.
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Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
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by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
Obviously, especially in hindsight, the man should never have brought his wife into camp. She was too young, too comely, and too willful to be a proper officer's wife, especially when there was a severe shortage of women which led to every one of them being flattered shamelessly and watched constantly. Not that she did not deserve flattery. She was a very pretty girl, but a girl, not yet a woman, and her fool of a husband expected her to be able to deal with all the compliments, all the...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Many years ago, when I still had time and needed a little bit of extra money, I would occasionally give guitar lessons. Now, I'm not the best player in the world, but I was cheap, and I guess the people who hired me thought that for a start, I was good enough. One of my students was Alessandra. She was a perfectly normal girl with a very italian look - relatively short, with long black curly hair around her round face, cute dimples on her cheeks and some pretty full lips. Her parents were as...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
The voyage back to Portsmouth was via Fremantle Western Australia, Colombo Sri Lanka, with a final fuelling stop at Gibraltar. It was uneventful until the last night at sea. Barrack Room Bettys had been filled to capacity every night as the ports on the return voyage were not particularly conductive to the sort of carousing that the sailors liked to get up to. The girls of BRB literally worked their arses off but they made a fortune. But all good things must come to an end and Michele and...