Dimple mere mama ki ladaki mastani
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Hi friends, I’m Deepak 32 divorced now & my cousin Dimple (name changed) is 26 & married. I don’t have sex with her as she is married & I do not like to ruin her married life. It all happened when i was new in the city. I stayed with my cousin bro (studying mba) & my aunt (living alone as uncle had expired). Aunt got sic & was admitted to a hospital due to some reason. My bro used to go & sleep in the hospital. So i was left alone at home at nights. I had my distant uncles daughter who was in city doing her graduation. Her name was dimple. She was 21 & was in her final year of engineering. She was beautiful looking with nice grown boobs & hips. Her figure should have been 32-26-34. She used to stay in the hostel. She was from a lower middle class family & she never had much pocket money with her to spend like her friends did. She was hardworking & was a simple girl. At home she wore t-shirts & pyjamas & during casual visits she wore chudidaar with deep cuts on back. She had come to c my aunt. Being close she stayed with my aunt till the evening. It started to rain heavily as it was rainy season & she did not have any umbrella or raincoat etc. She borrowed the umbrella which i had. My aunt offered her to stay at her home with me as she could help in preparing breakfast next morning. It was holiday the next day & even i offered her to stay back & told that her that she could help us by preparing some hot home made breakfast for us & aunt. She agreed to it as it had now started raining heavily. It was 8 pm, she was near my aunt, helped her have a dinner. Meanwhile, i & my bro had our dinner in a near by hotel. My bro offer to stay near his mom & asked me & my sexy sis to go home & come in the morning with the breakfast. He was also expecting a docter to visit & that he could update himself with how aunt was recovering & when she could be discharged. I & my sis left for home in a taxi. I was always kind to my sis as i do not have any sis. I used to give her some money sometimes whenever we meet at any social gathering / function etc .. She liked me for my lov to her & kindess. On way back i came to know that she did not have her dinner. So i took her to a restaurat for dinner. I noticed a gang of young college boys staring at her from the back of her. I knew well that they were commenting abt her sexy body shown out of her chudidaar she wore. The dress she wore was a tight fit figure showing dress with a deep cut at the back. To compliment all the sexy figure she wore a white semi transparent chunari over it. She had a milky white body & growing hot boobs & a super sexy waist & well shaped hips. Initially i felt bad, but the way i saw her dressed, i felt it was not their mistake. I told her softy, that the boys behind her were watching her. & she felt a little bit embrassed & told all boys were like that. I then told her that it was not their mistake, in fact she was her beauty responisble for all this. She blushed & asked me to shut up. & talk some thing else. We chatted all abt my new job, her college function programme & her college friends, life in hostel etc .. She finished her dinner in the mean while i had a milkshake to give her a company. We left the hotel & thought of having a walk to the home. It was 10:30 pm & we noticed a new movie ‘ajnabee’ at a multiplex. I asked her if she was interested to go for a movie of not. She agreed. The movie was hot & with a sexy kareena song in it, the sex hormones were hitting hard inside me finally when the movie got over by 12:45, we started walking back to the home. Just as we reached our gully where our home is, it started raining heavily making us both wet. We were fully drenched by the time we reach our home. I could c the bra strip due to her wet clothes.
We reached home & because she was wet, i asked her to change her dresses givng her my t shirt & pyjamas. She wore it without any hesitation. She was tired & so she told that she was going to sleep. I have a habit of watching the late night movies/news/cnbc etc .. So i just sat alone in the drawing room. I then started thinking of my sis sexy body & started fantasising. I then masterbated so that i can ease the tension within myself. I then slept on the sofa in the drawing room. I could not sleep & my mind was only thinking of how to exploit that little girl. I decided to take a chance & enter the bed room. I saw her sleeping on the bed with the blanket upto her waist. I woke her up in her sleep & asked her to move a little so that i could make place for myself to sleep. She adjusted without knowing my intentions. She had her eyes closed & her face looking at me. Just for adventure I removed my burmuda & underwear & stood naked. It was a superb feeling & quickly i work my burmoda back. I removed my t shirt & with no under garments & just a burmuda i slept close to her.. After an hour or so, i could not sleep. I slowly kept my hand on her waist. She did not react., i slowly advanced my hand in a natural way towards her breast & in a very light touch I held it. It was a heavenly feeling. Suddenly she moved her body & turned around showing me her sexy hips. I was very scared & it as around 3 am. I fell asleep. I woke up at around 8 am when she gave me a call. I was in awake but still if felt for giving her a taste of nudity. I pretended to sleep. & with just thinking abt it my penis was erect. I wanted it to be shown to her. I slept straight with my penis facing upwards. I was wating for her to come to the room. She came in & was collecting the clothes she had hung for drying last night. I m sure she should have noticed my erect penis when she came to the room. My heart was beating like anything. Then i called her again & told her that i had caught severe cold & asked her if she could massage some balm my back. She told ok & she started messaging me. After sometime she asked if it was enough. I said it would be nice if the moves my hand on my chest too & arms. I was little nervous when i asked this, but to my surprise she agreed to do it. So i turned around shwoing her the front portion of my body. I knew my penis was semi-erect & the shape was perfectly formed on my looze pyjama. I pretended as everything was normal. Even she did not say any thing, she just moved the hand on my body and arms looking at the floor (not looking at my eys ) that was really an erotic moment in my life. It was really hard to keep penis semi erect anymore & my heart was beating. My mind had almost stopped thinking & it was more that 5 mins we spend doing it. I was continously looking at her face & boobs loosly held inside the t shirt. She asked with a naughty smile & looking on the floor whether it was enough. I naughtly said even that i was feeling good & asked her to continue. She felt shy & she started to standup & move away from bed. As she started to move, i just pulled her toward me by holding her burmuda, as i pulled her i was shocked to c it slip 5 inch below the waist giving me a glims of her sexy white ass. I understood that she did not wear her undergaarments at all.
She immediatly pulled it up & scolded me. She then hurried up & asked me to get ready so that we could relive my cousin bro from the hospital & serve them with home made fresh break fast. I was just in no mood to understand anything, as she started to walk away towards the kitchen, i stood up & with my penis in full position, just caught her from behind pressing my penis on her ass. She strongly resisted initially, however i did not listen to her. I pushed her towards the wall & from behind inserted on hand into her pyjamas & another holding firmly her boobs. She warned me that she would shout. I just let her a little loose & she ran toward the bedroom, shutting the door. I was afraid of the consequences & started shivering inside cursing my self for what i had attempted. I went near the door & tried to knock telling her sorry & asked her to please come out. I heard a voice telling me that the door is open, i opened it slowly & before was her sitting on bed & crying. I went close to her & with my eyes on the floor I said sorry to her. But she kept on crying. I felt very shy & it was a most embarasing moment of my life. Saying that, i knew i had now broken all relationships with her. I went to bath without talking much. Meanwhile she prepared breakfast with a crying face. I was ready after bath & she served me breakfast without uttering a word. She disappeared then. I guessed she had been to bath, but was in no good mood. I silently had my breakfast when i heard my sister’s voice calling me to the bedroom. I was shocked to c her in a blanket wound on her body. I saw tears from her eyes on her face & just went to her confused & asked her what happened. With more tears rolling out of her eyes she ran & came in my arms with her head on my chest. I confused asked her wht happened. She broke weeping & she told that she was sorry as she rudly denied me this way & told that she owed me & my parents for all the financial help we have done. I understood that she was now forcefully surrending herself to me. That was a golden chance for me to exploit her. I left her from my arms & there she stood with a blanket around her chest & legs with her eyes on the floor. I went behind her & suddenly pushed her on the bed. I then undressed my t shirt & slept near to her. I looked into her eyes which were full of tears & shy. I asked her to put her hands around me. I knew she will have to let loose the blanket to do that. As she did i held her tightly with my hands around her waist & gave her a lip kiss. She was not responding at all & was behaving like a dead body. I pulled her blanket little bit to expose her boobs & nipple. & after looking at her i kissed on her chest & sucked her nipples looking at her face. I could c her closing her eyes with shy. I bit her nipple had to wake her up. I don’t mind voice chatting & sharing pics of my sis & girl friends about such incidents online with matured guys/gals. So if interested plz add me on g talk id or mail me at
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Pale white skin, dark brown hair tied up to a pony tail, green eyes and an intoxicating, sweet smile. Jane often admired herself in the mirror, there was no doubt in the fact that she was proud of her physique and always had an attire that would do justice to her body. ‘You’re one sexy babe in the world’ she would often whisper to herself and giggle. In college she didn’t have a lot of friends, but all the friends she had, was quite dear to her. One of those were, Ashley. Ashley was as...
Kate and I met a few years back in the fall of 2005. We did not see each other since elementary school. However, we quickly began to converse about all the years that we had missed. Kate was a red head and loved to be saucy whenever she had the chance. She loved to be dominated, but secretly she yearned to be submissive. Kate was irresistibly stunning and always sported the latest fashion. Kate was about five’11 and just a few inches taller than I was. Her breasts were plump and she...
I was 22 years old at the time, and I had been crossdressing for a few years. For some reason I could never control my desire to put on women’s clothes and prance around my apartment looking all sexy and slutty. Normally I can never decide what specifically to wear as I like to change it up all the time, from wearing latex lingerie to sexy roleplay outfits and beyond. I am 5’9 with a slim build, shaved body and long brown hair and eyes, with a 5 inch clitty cock. I had never had sex with a...
I emptied my glass, allowing the velvety smooth liquid to envelop my tongue. The rich aroma filled my nostrils, before that all too familiar burn comfortably gripped my throat. I sighed as I leaned forward to place the glass on the coffee table, the milky ice cubes tinkling in hopeful punctuation. There was another half a glass or so in the bottle, I knew. And it called to me. Refilled, I pushed back into the couch, snorting a laugh at my lack of courage. Yet another missed opportunity. This...
You roll over in your bed and groan. Summer was fun, but now its time for school again. The good news is that you're finally a senior now and that means that its going to be a great year. You smile as you turn off your alarm clock. You head to the bathroom and check yourself in the mirror as you disrobe.
I stood in the glass enclosure as streams of hot water caressed my shoulders. I kept thinking about that phone conversation I'd had with my husband. Sometimes when I'm stressed, a bath or hot shower brings clarity to my thoughts. Everything that happened these past few days had brought me to this critical crossroads in my life. I knew whatever I decided from this point on would profoundly determine the future of my marriage, family, and life in general. Undeniably I was attracted to Kurt, but...
Wife LoversWhen seventeen year old Layla Levy discovered that her brother was the biggest, baddest, psycho in the little town of Dark Grove, she could hardly believe that he was capable of hurting anyone. Kai had always been a difficult sibling to grow up with, but that was only because he had been rescued from an abusive foster home and adopted into the Levy family at age seven. Layla loved him to pieces and always looked up to him. He was seven years older than her and had become her best friend and...
TabooI emptied my glass, allowing the velvety smooth liquid to envelop my tongue. The rich aroma filled my nostrils, before that all too familiar burn comfortably gripped my throat. I sighed as I leaned forward to place the glass on the coffee table, the milky ice cubes tinkling in hopeful punctuation. There was another half a glass or so in the bottle, I knew. And it called to me. Refilled, I pushed back into the couch, snorting a laugh at my lack of courage. Yet another missed opportunity. This...
Straight SexI love the beauty of tattoos. To me it has always been an art form ofexpression through ink on the flesh. I remember a time it was a sign ofrebellion but to me art is very rebellious. Art is what sets the pace fornot only the next decade but has a lasting effect for the next century, aswell of our thoughts spiritual beliefs, thoughts and actions. To metattooed women are exhilarating, an orgasmic universal explosion of rawpure beauty. Tattoos can tell a story not only of the person’s...