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Tokhon amar boyosh baro ki tero.Ami ar amar Ma tokhon mungere thaktam Shankar pisher shonge.Pishima ar baba dujoneyi goto hoyechilen.Mayer boyosh tokhon matro 29.Aporup shundor dekhte,golapi gayer rong,patla shorir,tight bhora buk,gol nitol pacha,gaye ekta misti madhurjo ache.Amar pishe tokhon 41,pathorer moto shokto kalo petano chehara,pishi mara jabar por biye koreni,ekta meye ache jake Ma I manush korchilo.Ami jantam Pishe Ma ke khub pochondo kore.Prottek mashe notun kapor,shebar jonno chakor bakor,jokhon ja chai tokhon I sheta hajir..Akebare rajranir moto treat korto.
Sheidin chilo robi bar.Dupurbela barir shobai mela te geche.Khali Maa ar Pishe chilo barite.Ami aaro poisha nite bari phire pisheke khujjilam.Du tolaye uthe dekhi Pishe tar ghore neyi.Ami o soja chade uthe gelam,Ma r kache poisha chaibar jonno.Ma dupurbela chan kore kapor shokate jaye chade…chilekotha r dorja r kache giye ..dekhlam Pishe khali gaye shudhu dhuti pore dorjar dike pichon kore chade dariye ache.Ma chader konaye konaye kapor melche.Ma er porone shudu ekta Shada shari.Ancholta sakto kore kadher opor theke tene jorie komore shokto kore badha.Dan diker kadh ar ba diker pet porishkar dekha jachche,kichuta Mai o dekha jachche.Shari ta praye hatu obdi tota ar ektu ektu bhije geche.Mathaye ekta jhuti badha,tar theke ekta duto bhije chul loose hoye ghare ar mukhe eshe poreche.Ashombhob sexy lagchilo Ma ke.Shankar pishe ar thakne na pere ma ke pechon there joriye dhorlo.Ma shok kheye nijeke chariye ektu pichiye gelo.Tarpor paliye ashar cheshta korlo kintu Shankar pishe path charche na…bolche kache esho Shona.Aami aar parchina.Tumi amar rani,Ami tomake khub bhlobashi.Or habvab dekhe mone holo aajkei kichu ekta korbei..ma khub ghabre gechilo,ebar ektu lojja peye matha nichu kore,bollo je niche keyu eshe jabe.Dorja khola ache..jekono samay keyu chole aaste pare. Kintu Shankar pishe bollo je..Shona ami niche dekhe esechi..keu nei..keu aasbe na. Ma r poripurno shton duto shari ta ved kore berie aasche….Shankar pishe ma ke duhaate jorie dhorlo..tarpor chilekotha r barnday rakha godi tar opore tene anlo.Ma prochondo voy peye gechhe dekhe mone holo..duhate buker opore acholta chepe dhoreche .edike chitkar o korte paarchena…sabai jaanle kelenkari hobe ei bhoye…Shankar ma ke chumu khete suru korlo..ma kado kado sore ok chere dite bolche.. Shankar kono kothay kaan dichhe na…ma ke thele suie dilo r tarpor ma r peter opore uthe boslo,ma duhat buker kachhe joro kore fisfis kore chhere dite bolchhe…Shankar ma r buker opore achol ta khamche dhorlo…tarpor ek hechka tane seta sorie dilo…ma r dhobdhobe forsa shtoner khoyeri bota duto dupurer rode chokh dhadie dilo jeno….Shankar ma r buker opore mukh namie aanlo…ekta shton mukher modhye dhukie chuste suru korlo jore jore…r ekta haat die onno shton take dolte laaglo…pagoler moton ma r mai duto chat te chush te laglo….ma ar chitkar o korte paarche na…du chokh bandho kore sue ache..nijeke sope diyeche or kachhe…majhe majhe gonganir moton sabdo korche. Dekhalm mayer mai duto aro boro haye jachhe .jokhon Shankar ma r buke chumu dichche,chusche,tipche tokhon ma uhh ahh kore uthchhilo ….praye minute 15 mar buker opore moyeda dolar por Shankar uthe boslo…ma r komore dhile hoe asha saree take tene khule dilo…ma r saya pora chhilona.Shankar pishe nijer dhutitao khule phello. Du joneyi puro langto hoye gelo.Ma na na korchhilo kintu ke sone ..duhaat die ma k buke tene dhore ma r khola pithe haat bolachilo…ma r mukhe, thote,ghare golae khete khete buker opore neme elo..mayer dudh gulo k hater modhye niye muchriye diloo .tarpor ma k pichon theke jorie dhorlo..bogoler tola diye haat duto dhukie die ma r dudh duto k tipte suru korlo..omanushik vabe tipchhilo jeno dudhu ningre baar korbe…ma jontronay ar anonde chhotphot kore uthe Shankar er duhat chepe dhorlo. Ami lukiye thaka jaiga theke dekhte pelam..ma r gud ta samne beriye porloo.Shankar sab kichu osadharon khiprotay korche..ekmuhurto samay nasto korche na…tar ekta haat namie dilo ma r gude…onno hate ekta dudh somane tipe jache…Shankar r angul ma r guder chul gulo te khela kore berache…oor bishal bara ta sakto hoe ma r pachar khaje chepe chepe jache…Shankar ma k kole nie bose porlo godi tate…duhat die ma r pa duto fak kore diye 3 te angul ma r gud er futo te dhukie jore jore kheche dite lagloo. Tar por nijer mukh ta namiye mar guder upore chepe dhore jiva diye chata suru kore diloo.
Ma uff uff kore tar matgha ta guder upore khub jore chepe dhorloo. Mone holo mar guder ras beriye geloo aar Shankar pishe segulo ke chuse chuse kheye felloo. Ebar ma klantite nijeke Shankar buke elie dieche…Shankar ma r ghare golay kiss korte laglo. Besh kichukhon erokom korar por Shankar ma r kaner kache much nie gie hisie uthlo. Bollo Shona ebar tomake amar bou banabo….ma or dike takalo…Shankar ma k pray changdola kore nie gie khola chade madoorer opor suie dilo,tarpor mar opore sue porlo….ma r dupa fak kore die tar bishal boro kalo bara ta gude ghoste suru korloo Ma boloo uff aapni amar bhagoban,amar shob kichui aapnar,jaa mon chaye korun. Shankar thakte na pere koshe ekta thap mere tar lamba mota bara ta mayer roshalo tight gude dhukie dilo. Shankar mar dudh dutoke buker opore joro kore kore dhorche r chatche,chusche.Tipche .ja khusi tai korche…r thapate thapate jigess korloo ki Shona kemon lagchhe? Ma eibaar boloo aapnar khub jor uuh aah,omagoo,aaste aaste din,,,, urii baba,ahh; dekhlam ma tar pa duto soja kore upore tule diloo.. Mar forsa pa duto kichhukhan oi bhabhe rakhlo pore shanto haye namiye diloo.Shankar eibaar aro joshe make choda suru korlooo ishh ki jore jore thap marchhilo mone hachhilo mar komor ta bhenge debe aar gud ta fatiye debe tar puro bara ta ber kore goda projonto dhukiye dichhilo.Aro 15 minute ei bhabhe chude Shankar pishe make khub jore kmache dhorlo mao tar pa duto Shankar er komore Pechiye dhorlo jore. Shankar pishe tar bara ta gude aro gabhire dhukiye feda dhele diloo mao abar tar komor ta tule dichhilo mone holo abar ras khasiye dichhe. Er por sob kichhu shnato haye geloo.Shei obosthatei Shankar pishe ma er opor shuye Make chumu khete laglo.Besh kichukhon ora ate oporke ador korlo.Tarpor ekta lomba French kiss diye ora uthe porlo.Tar por ake oporke joriye dhore dorjar dike ashte laglo.Ami pa tipe taratari niche neme elam.
Er porer chodon holo adh ghontar modheyi,Pishe make nijer khate phele chudlo.She ki Thap ki Thap.Pishe rogre rogre chudlo ma ke.Shei groom chodoner golpo bolbo porer bar.
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BDSMNathan turned and looked at his clock. It was barely 3am and he was just lying there looking at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop thinking about his session with Ryan and Jack. He put his hands under the blanket to feel his cocks prison and attempt to get some relief, but it was useless. When he tried to play with himself his cock just filled the cage, giving him no pleasure at all.Every attempted erection would pull at his balls. This was mildly painful which would then...
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See I had it all. I had great stable income, nice house, car, few other toys and the what is most important a family to be proud of. However there was something that my life was lacking. I did get usual action. A couple of actions few times a week with my wonderful wife. A few times not because she was denying me, but because as usually happens after marriage novelty slowly erodes. I knew we were bored, and I also knew if something didn’t change soon, one of us might be tempted to do something...
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Progress Dirty Rachel (c) 2019 Earlier this year I got a call from an old friend, Tom Houston. Ten years ago Tom and I had been drinking buddies at our alma mater, UNC Chapel Hill. He had gone on to law school, while I had gone on to Bartending School... a 2.0 GPA like mine made options like that seem reasonable. I hadn't seen Tom for a year or so, so I was surprised to hear from him. He was even more surprised when I told him my news: For the past six months, I had been living...
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I was down at breakfast early next morning, although it took all my resolve to uncouple myself from a sleeping Mimi and leave the place and person that had conveyed me to paradise. That night Mimi demonstrated what she had promised earlier. I shall not describe what she did to me, suffice it to say I experienced delirious ecstasy, and was ridden to the limit of my sexual strength, before being rejuvenated by Mimi’s accomplished body, mouth, tongue, and hands. I went to a place I had never...
Terminus of the Kennet and Avon Canal. May 7th 1832 “Ja, ja, ja, ja – jetzt, JETZT -- aarrghh.” Gerda howled in ecstasy as another orgasm savaged her. There was a moment of deafening silence before she spoke again, this time in a much quieter and huskier tone of voice. “Mein Gott, Humphrey, das war wundervoll, fantastisch.” Mimi raised herself on her elbow and regarded me with a frown on her brow. “Sometimes I wish you had not given Humphrey any of Professor Potter’s potion. Gerda’s screams...
OIL ON CANVAS, A WORK IN PROGRESS The boy stood watching us, uninhibited, as Andrea and I attempted to re-arrange our dishevelled appearances. Only moments before, my friend’s face had been buried deliciously between my thighs. Her lips were still damp and glistening from her foray. My shirt was open, my tits exposed, hard little nipples protruding eagerly. How embarrassing! I was aware of a deep, warm blush flooding my cheeks, this seemed to amuse him. His eyes played greedily over my body...
Skeletons in my closet part 5Part 5 A Work in Progress I hung up the phone. I went to John and he wrapped me in his arms. He kissed me deeply then broke our kiss as we stood there near that island in his kitchen. As he held me he picked up a small remote clicking it a few times. John asked me, ”Care to dance?”Country music filled the house. "Leap of Faith" was playing. I laid my head upon his chest as he danced me around the kitchen. I thought how appropriate that song was as I was about to...
Summer was at its peak and I took a little before free from jobs. Cycled through Jægersborg and bought some supplies to the beach, Euro Mann and a bottle of water.I love to lie in the sun and bask and yes, looking at beautiful women. Now arrived in Charlottenlund fort, you know the ice house and the path around the fort. Tractor my bike quiet while I Marked for me the best seat and view. Where should I lie and there is the perfect place for comfortable long distance, but still within reach of...
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Wimp's Progress - Chapter 1 At the impressionable age of fourteen, Charles began to experience a new feeling towards members of the opposite sex. Unfortunately this included his three sisters, one his twin, and the other two older. This manifested itself in developing ways to peek into their rooms at the slightest hint of an open door, and attempts to purloin their underwear from the family hamper so he could use the smell and texture as ways to sexually...
OIL ON CANVAS; A WORK IN PROGRESS The boy stood watching us, uninhibited, as Andrea and I attempted to re-arrange our dishevelled appearances. Only moments before, my friend's face had been buried deliciously between my thighs. Her lips were still damp and glistening from her foray. My shirt was open, my tits exposed, hard little nipples protruding eagerly. How embarrassing! I was aware of a deep, warm blush flooding my cheeks, this seemed to amuse him. His eyes played greedily over my body...
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Promptly at sunrise I arrived at the East Gate of Naples old city. From the back of my hired horse I scanned the cluster of mules and men milling around the gate, and one man did indeed stand out from the crowd. As Shadrach had said the man looked less intelligent than the mule he was holding, but it was not just his apparent lack of intelligence that drew my eye to him but also his lack of stature. Although his torso appeared to be of normal size his legs were unnaturally short. His head...
Castwich had asked me to meet him at his office. It was tiresome to have to take the railway to London when there was so much work remaining to be done with my charge in Brighton but I felt obliged to satisfy him. I found him poring over his Geneao Plan. The clusters of red, black and white markers had changed: many now seemed clustered around the centre of the map. "Skiing!" Castwich exclaimed. "They're all off at Klosters. Too many genetic units in too close proximity! We lose sight of...
There was something vaguely familiar about the man sitting opposite Mimi and me in the landau, but for the life of me I could not think what it was. The carriage made its way along narrow streets, through a hubbub of people; sellers bawling their wares, buyers haggling at street-side, open-fronted, shops and those infernal, sacred Indian cows, neither having any regard for the passing vehicular traffic. The fellow sat opposite me leaned forward. “I neglected to properly introduce myself,...
Saturday, April 9, 2005 Saturday morning I woke up feeling energetic and decided that I wanted to go for a run. It felt like I wanted to burn off some energy, although it seemed that I could run without using ANY energy. Despite the impossible physics, not playing soccer while my arm was healing meant I didn't get enough running around, and I felt like it this morning. It was about the time we normally get up for school, so I lightly tapped on the girls' door in case they were asleep....
Ashley fidgeted with the envelope that Ms. Ford had given her. She had not yet had a chance to give it to her father, because he had been busy every night. Her history of bad letters from school made her nervous, but she realized that she had put it off long enough. It was time to show her father the letter, so as Cade sat on the couch relaxing after dinner, she slowly approached him and nervously stood before him. Cade was enjoying a cigarette, tired from his long day of working. He noticed...
The day of the Loyal Address in Birmingham dawned bright, and the cloudless sky promised a warm, English spring morning. I heard birdsong as I rode along the towpath from Britannia towards the canal basin at Gas Street. However, as I approached the basin the odour of the canal and its surroundings intensified while the bird song slackened. Eventually there was no sound of birds, and I held a cloth to my nose to avoid choking on the stench. Foundries, textile mills, tanneries, and all manner...
“The British Museum Expedition to Egypt is finally on site, on the east bank of Lake Timsah and opposite the settlement of Timsah. Where do you intend to start your first investigative excavation, Professor?” Crudwright gave me a world-weary look. “We do not just dig willy-nilly on arrival at our intended site of operations, Sir Elijah. First, I must have a detailed topographical map made of the area. All and any anomalies in the terrain must be investigated, and trenches dug in those areas...
It took me less than two hours to provide Kevin with a list of the sequence of components for the prototype. The next three hours were spent trying to come up with some dimensions for items that didn't yet exist. Kevin and I would be doing something he called a "SWAG." "Scientific Wild-Assed Guess," he grinned. "Used it all the time at L-M. They have a design place called the "Skunk Works" in Burbank. Been around since the thirties. That's how the SR-71 got built. It was the...
A warm beam of sunlight played on my face, and under its benign caress I swam slowly up from a deep sleep. For a moment I could not recall where I was, but then realised I was lying in the four-poster bed in Annette’s boudoir. It was the most comfortable bed I could ever recall being in. The thick luxurious mattress, stuffed with eider down, was both supportive to my body and yet comforting. I sat up. The pillow next to mine was rumpled, and on pulling back the sheet saw the unmistakable...
I made good time getting to Calais considering that I was leading Woody's horse and could only progress at a walk. The Channel crossing was relatively calm; even so I suffered an attack of mal de mer but recovered soon after disembarking at Dover. I had several Cambrai cheeses for Gerard De Pardieu, Baron d'Abbeville, and also some questions: how was it that de La Zouche had known my London address, and thus followed me when I left for France? The road from Dover passed through an area of...
At 23 years of age Garrison Wade Thompson had not amounted to much in life. He was still living with his parents, and their fur children. His only past successes were in chronology, a spelling bee win, several successive video game achievements, learning to play a multitude of instruments with great skill, and learning several programming languages which he used to design the new website(s) for his high school. In the last two years he had given up video games, selling various high value...
This girl, Maggie, is as cute as a button, but is so sexy at the same time. She has a round yet tight ass that could make any man drop to his knees and beg for it. She has average size round tits that she always shows off in tight shirts. Her eyes are a deep blue and she has brown hair with light brown highlights. Being about 5'4, less than 110 pounds, she's every horny guy's dream. I luckily have the privilege of being in her P.E. class, seeing her in blue booty shorts every day and a...
He has been my virtual Dom for a while now. We met in a glorified chat world with porn star avatars. Through these interactions and some voice and cam sex, he has come to control everything. He tells me when to eat, determines where I can go, how to act and what to wear. He lives thousands of miles away, but He marks my body nearly everyday. I am His canvas, His muse. He demands twenty spanks on the right ass cheek, I inflict the contact at his command. His voice, my hand, his marks. My body is...