Nandita To Nandini
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Hello!! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not??? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. as you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek, 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. it is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on or enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here… I knew that her nipples would look like buttons even before I saw them. She always wore a bra but most of the time the outline showed through. The first time I saw her completely naked we were at a summer bungalow colony for a week. We had been swimming at the lake and my mother and father had gone back to shower before me. When I approached the shower stall that was just inside the rear entrance I didn’t hear the water running so I took off my suit and threw the curtain aside. My mother yelled “Hey” but not before we both had an eyeful. I stood there jack lighted until she said in exasperation, “BEAU…get lost.” I always hated that name. My father is also Beau, so I was Beau Jr. or sometimes B.J.; I hated that even more.
My mother Aileen is almost an Amazon. Only three inches shorter than me at 5’11, she was always athletic and supple. Her body was…well it seemed so perfectly proportioned that nothing called attention to itself. Her legs were long, her breasts were full and her ass was nicely rounded but you only noticed them if you thought about it afterwards. I was eighteen, full of hormones and inclinations and I thought about it…for the next two days whatever she wore, I saw her naked. Of course she had seen me naked too. That it mattered would have surprised me then. That was to be our last vacation together before I went to apprentice for my uncle Mike in the Bermuda. He was building condos there and I was going to learn to be part of his business. My sister Grace, who is two years older than I am, didn’t join us; that wasn’t surprising. She and mom had been going at it for as long as I could remember. They were as different as two people could be. The short version is that mom was hard, cold, calculating and selfish; Grace wasn’t.
Grace might have been sweet to me but that doesn’t mean she didn’t give my mother a run for money when we were kids; she never missed an opportunity to contradict, disobey and otherwise vex my mother. But mom was in charge…dad was along for the ride. I understood all this later on. Grace and I were always close and I used to ask her all the time why she gave mom such a hard time and her answers always were something like, “You just don’t know her; you follow her around like a puppy waiting to be kicked, I’m not going to let her use me anymore…I went through it…one day you’ll understand.” One day I did. During the vacation, my father had to go back to the city. He said that he had received a call from his boss that all hell was breaking loose at his company. You probably think this is where something sexual happens between my mother and me. In this case you would be right. Before my mother, I had only one woman but she was worth the experience of a dozen girls. She was a thirty-year-old waitress that worked at a diner a few blocks from school. I got to know her very well…almost every afternoon (and sometimes night) for ten months. You can learn a lot in ten months. But I still wasn’t prepared for mom.
It was the first evening after my father left and we were sitting by the fire with the lights out. Mom challenged me to an arm wrestle. She always did things like that to show how strong she was – and she was. Even if I would beat her at something ten times in a row she would just keep coming. She would make me do it until she would wear me down and start winning. After playing around a while she said, “I have an idea. Did you ever see the movie Women in Love?” I said I didn’t think so and she said, “Okay it doesn’t matter…we’re going to really wrestle…” She started unbuttoning her shirt and said…take off your shirt and pants.” She stood in her bra and panties, with her hands on her hips and when I just stood there she said, “Come on…don’t tell me you’re shy…we’ve seen each other in a lot less than this.”
I stripped to my briefs and felt awkward but I still joked to her, “Maybe we should be in thongs for this.” Without a word she went to into the bedroom and came out in a thong that was the mate to her bra. Her ass looked amazing.
“Well…where’s yours?” she asked.
“I laughed, embarrassed, “You won’t catch me in one of those things.”
She said, “That’s too bad; I think your butt would look very cute in one.”
Her body was glowing with the oranges and yellows from the flames and the lights bounced off her angles and curves. We started and there was more laughing and teasing and tickling than wrestling going on. Finally when she had exhausted me, she was on top and had me pinned. She got a serious look on her face and began rubbing her pubes against the bulge in my briefs. I was shocked and all I could say was, “Mom what…?”
She kept rubbing and said, “It’s fine…just relax…we’re going to see what you have little man.” She kissed me and then got off. I thought it was over and I started getting up. She forcefully pushed me back and said, “Just stay put now or I’ll have to punish you.” I obeyed as I usually did. She pulled off my briefs and took me in hand. As she slowly rubbed me into a fierce erection I said, “Mom, what about dad…what if…”
She gave a little dismissive laugh through her nose and said, “Why do you think I sent him away? Don’t worry he’s a big boy…he knows the score.”
She took her thong off and straddled me. She put my cock into her pussy. She rode me and said, “Don’t you come until I tell you…if you think you’re going to, tell me.” She rode me slow as if assessing my cock and what it did for her. I reached for her tits and wanted to pull the bra down so I could see and touch them as she moved up and down on me. She slapped my hand and said, “Don’t distract me.”
She stayed impaled and soon I felt the cum rising in me. I only said “Mom…” and she was off me. She watched my cock and when I didn’t come she smiled.
“Good boy” she said. “You did well for the first time.”
She gave me a minute and then re-mounted the still stiff rod. I told her that it wasn’t my first time and she laughed and said, “First time with me little man…that’s all that counts.” She moved herself on me leaning in different directions so that the angle of my cock changed inside her. I started getting crazy not being able to move freely and I tried to turn her over so I could have her. She wouldn’t let me. What she said was, “Hang on… I’ll let you come soon.”
After getting off me and getting back on one more time, my mother started rubbing her clit and bouncing hard. I could see that she was about to come and I wanted to also but when she kept repeating, “Don’t come…don’t you come you bastard” she actually kept me from coming. Why did she call me a bastard when I loved her or so I thought?
When she finished she got off me and said, “Okay little Beau, you can come now.”
I looked at her uncomprehendingly. I said, “Can I be inside you?” She looked at me as if I were insane.
She said, “You come I’ll watch.” I was everything including confused, frustrated, angry, and horny. And I needed to come. I stroked my self as my mother watched and just went at it non-stop until the first stream let fly. My eyes were closed so I couldn’t see where it went but I heard my mother say, “Whoa, that was impressive.” Then unexpectedly I felt her hand over mine and she jerked me until I had nothing left to release. I didn’t know what the hell to think after it was all over. The next day mom acted as if nothing had happened. When I got hot looking at her doing the morning dishes I went over to her and kissed her neck, wrapping my arms around her breasts. She turned her neck and with a little shove and a quizzical look said the most devastating thing I had ever heard, “Beau, don’t be silly.”
When we got home I went to Grace’s thinking I just wanted to be near the person that always looked out for me but later I realized I wanted to tell her. Throughout our childhood, Grace was always the one who fussed over me. Where my mother would say “Oh Beau stop it.” Grace would say, “Honey, everything is going to be okay, or Beau take a sweater it’s cold sweetheart please be careful.” In other words, Grace was the one who ‘mothered’ me. Grace asked me how things went at the bungalow. It took me a while but I finally told her most of what happened. I guess I was focused on her once more; I wanted things from my mother that she just wouldn’t give. Those things really had nothing to do with sex. Grace got angry and I could see tears well as her fury took hold. “That bitch that slut now she does it to you. Listen to me Beau, don’t waste another minute feeling bad over her. She’s heartless; don’t you see? She’ll never do anything good for you or give you believe me I know. I tried to love her and no matter what I did for her she, she screw her, we don’t need that pain honey I’m telling you we don’t need her.
Grace came over and held me and we both felt better. She often hugged me and I felt the comforting soft full breasts in my chest again. She said, “I’ve always loved you sweet Beau just love me…you don’t need her I promise. You’re the only one that cares about me…”
I said, “That’s not true; you have lots of people so many boys like you and…”
“Oh sure” she said. “They like my tits they all like my tits that’s all.”
I tried to lighten things up and pulled back from our embrace and said, “Well they are nice tits I do have to say that.”
She laughed and slapped my chest saying, “You” She then went back to arms and kissed me on the lips. She said, “Beau stay here tonight. Lets talk late like we used to and we’ll get some pizza and stay up all night and…”
Her eyes were bright with excitement and I said, “Sure Gracie, sure.” I gave her back her kiss. We ordered the food and we sat on the living room floor like we used to with our backs against the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulder and said, “Do you think you’ll be happy in Bermuda baby brother? You know I’m going to miss you don’t you?”
I said, “We can talk and e-mail and it’s not a long flight from Charleston…” Before I finished the sentence, Grace was kissing me, a hungry kiss full of passion. I welcomed her tongue into my mouth and for the second time that night, I gave my sister back her kiss. But that one was a far cry from the first. We made out for a long time and her arms stayed around my neck. I lifted her tee shirt and unhooked her bra. I took one of the big breasts in my hand and thought ‘no wonder all the boys liked them’. They were much bigger and softer than my mother’s but the button nipples were the same. As my fingers circled the rising tips the bell rang. Grace pulled her shirt down and I paid for the pizza. When I came back she was standing. I figured that the spell had been broken and probably one of would soon apologize. Instead Grace took the tee completely off and dropped her bra on the floor. She took my hand and said, “Come on honey.”
We went to her bedroom and she resumed the long kiss that had been interrupted. This time she put her hand over my cock and gently massaged. I put my hand between her legs and did the same for her. We undressed each other without words and stood in naked admiration. I said, “Grace you are beautiful.”
She went into the game most siblings probably play in one form or another, “No Beau you’re beautiful.” We laughed and did that back and forth about ten times until she came back into my arms and kissed me seriously again saying love me Beau love me…”
I made love that night for the first time in my life. Up until then I didn’t know there was a difference. My entry into my sister was sweet and velvety and wet. She wrapped her legs around me. She wrapped her arms around me. I felt safe; I felt loved. We moved together as if we had been lovers for a lifetime and indeed we had. There weren’t many words besides our names that passed between us. I know that with every insertion into my sweet sister’s pussy, and with every utterance of “Gracie”, I was saying, “I love you.”
I reached back to feel and stroke the smooth globes of my sister’s ass. The skin was satiny as her breasts. That first time was quick for both of us. The climb was vertical and steep. Before we went over Grace locked her mouth onto mine and didn’t stop the kiss until we came. She made crying noises that were muffled and I probably moaned a lot too but I got ‘lost’ as I came in her. As we held each other she said, “I’ve been waiting to be loved like that my whole life…and I’ve been waiting to come like that my whole life.”
I said, “No, I’ve been…” She laughed.
Later when we started making love again I asked Gracie to come with me to Bermuda. I said, “You can get a job and we’ll get a place together. Uncle Mike’s going to leave in three months and then we’ll have the whole island to ourselves nobody knows us…we’ll be together you and me Gracie just you and me Gracie…” I felt like I was asking my sister to marry me. She accepted my proposal. I was so happy that I wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I went between her legs and took my sister’s pussy into my mouth. I licked the lips and traced the opening with my tongue. When I released her I went to the swollen clit. She thrashed on the bed and said, “Oh God beau…God.” I circled and teased the nub for a while and then Grace turned herself on the bed so she could suck me too. Grace ended up straddled over me with my cock in her mouth and her pussy in my face. We stayed like that until her creamy juices were all over my lips and chin. She was a bit lost between her inexperience and focusing on the pleasure she felt in her pussy but it was wonderful anyway; wonderful to be loved in my sister’s mouth. She stopped and said, “Beau am I doing it alright I want to be good for you is it?”
I said, “Gracie honey…just feeling you loving me makes it all great just do what feels good to you we’re going to have lots of time to practice.”
She said, “Yes darling…we are.” She let her concerns go and her mouth and tongue went into a frenzied sucking. I licked and pressed her clit hoping to make her cum as I did. As it turned out she came first and because she was saying, “Beau yes I’m coming baby I’m coming”, she took me out of her mouth. When she finished she almost swallowed me in an effort to make me come. It didn’t take long but the actual ejaculation seemed to go on forever. I poured into my sister’s mouth and most of it surprisingly didn’t end up on the bed. She was still sucking and swallowing when there was only her own saliva left on my dick. Gracie and I did end up staying all night, almost equally from excitement about planning to go to Bermuda together and excitement about making love again. She told me things about my parents that I never knew, like mom bringing home other men and other women and my father sometimes being asked to join and sometimes not. She started telling me about how mom came on to her but I could see that it was causing anxiety and I said, “Honey, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because we’re just going to love each other and the rest of the world can like it or not. They can take their crystallized knot of fear and call it what they want to. We’re going to cut the knot and be free aren’t we Gracie?”
“Yes honey we’re going to be free.” She gave me the tenderness kiss and my mouth filled with her soft pink tongue. The next day we made our plans. When I told my mother and father, my mom gave me a funny look and just shrugged. My father took me aside and in one of the few ‘father-son’ moments we ever had he said with a conspiratorial smile, “You’ll probably take good care of those girls on that Island but don’t let them snare you.” He winked and said, “Your mom tells me you’re well equipped for the job.” He went on a bit and I wanted to punch him in his face. I didn’t even answer because I knew that Gracie and I would be gone in two days. The flight over was so exhilarating to both of us; we smiled at each other between little kisses the whole way over. In other times we might have joined the ‘mile high’ club but between security and everyone watching everyone else we were satisfied just to talk about sharing our lives together. We made up for it at the Reefs Hotel where we stayed for the night until we could move into our rental apartment. In the excitement and unease of being in a new country to start a new life we turned to each other and turned each other on. By then we knew enough not to order pizza before we had enough of each other. We never did get to that point that night.
Gracie told me how much she loved me and I took my sister in my arms inhaling the fragrance of her soft skin. She smelled like love. We were grimy from the trip and got into the shower together. I drank the water off her slippery lips and the large shiny breasts I could fondle all day. My sister’s hand made me hard and then she lifted her leg to my waist. I held her leg up to give me continued access to her pussy. She tried to get me inside her and finally did when I bent my legs and then rose pushing the aching head into her opening. She stood against the white tile and the pinks of her lips and nipples were evident. I lifted into my sister’s pussy as warm water beat on my back. With each stroke a relieved “Ahhh” left her lips. I came out of her and turned her around. I looked at the perfect ass that jutted toward my cock as she flexed at waist. I put my finger on the pinkish pucker and inserted my finger. Grace made the same sounds as if my cock were in her. She was tight on my finger and I resisted my urge to put myself up into her ass. Without lubrication I knew it would be painful for Gracie and I wasn’t willing to take that chance. I also knew that one day my cock would be filling that tight channel. I was more than happy to return my cock into her pussy. As she took all of me up into her, I pressed myself against the globes of soft meat. It felt like I reached the end of her and Gracie said, “Sweet Beau you’re so deep in me this way I can feel you filling me darling, darling you do love me don’t you?”
As our rhythm took us both closer to orgasm I told her, “I’m going to love you forever Gracie forever… forever…” Each word took me in and out of my sister’s pussy until I couldn’t keep up with the pumping. Her “Ahhhs” turned to “Ohhhs” and I took her breasts in both hands and started to fill her. Her orgasm hit as she pushed her ass back into me and started grinding taking the last drops of cum into her. I was hard until she finished and felt hard even after coming out of her. I closed the water and Grace turned around laughing as she slumped down into the tub. “Oh baby brother…that was good.” She brought her mouth to my cock and sucked off the little of our mixed juices that remained. She closed her eyes and put her face on my thigh and said, “Your Gracie loves you.” She spent the first night of our new life showing me how much. Plato said that everything in this world is an imperfect example of the ideal that exists ‘out there’ somewhere. I have to disagree. Being with Grace that night was perfect. Being in love with her and being inside of her was perfect. I don’t hear from my mother much these days but I don’t care. With my sister I’ve found love that’s real; I know I’m way ahead of the game.
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Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
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First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...
Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversThe whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...
Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...
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Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Wife LoversWhen we returned home I took Candace to my bedroom, laid her on her back on my bed, and tied her hands and ankles to the head and foot boards of the bed. I kissed her lightly on her lips, then began to kiss and nibble on her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, around to her ears and her neck. Her body was stock still but her breathing was quick and shallow. When I got to the front of her neck I began to work my way down the front of her body. I grabbed the scissors I left on the bed table and cut her...
Becoming Brandee Chapter one: My wife, Julie, peered into the office where I was sitting at one of computer desks typing an IM to a new friend I had recently met on the internet. "Is this the man you have been telling me about?" "It is him, honey. As I've told you he is very different than most of the others I have chatted with online and I find myself really liking him and the way he thinks." She smiled back, "A girl does need a good man to share some of...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Two: Pulling up to his condo I realized that Richard was very well off. He lived in a very exclusive part of the city and his home furnishings matched his stature and good grooming. Looking around I felt like I just had to become his maid as well as girlfriend and make sure this wonderful man had me to look after him as a sweet girl would desire to do for a man who took good care of her. I squealed with delight when he showed me my own room. It couldn't...
It was still early on Sunday night and I had the urge to talk to Marcie. She was comically critical of my commitment to get Smyth laid. "What made you volunteer for such an enormous feat, Sammy?" "I don't know." I did know, but I wasn't ready to admit to Marcie that I had heard Shirley tell me to turn the tables on Smyth for spying on me and my guests. "How do you plan to carry it out?" "I don't know." I really didn't know, but my sub-conscience was working on a plan. "Who...
I put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her. I even let Ayan (a dear friend of mine) fuck her brains out in a threesome with me. We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. She couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking...
Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...
Hello friends. This is Neville from Chennai. A couple of years back I posted one of my real stories on this site. I was caught in a police raid in a brothel and was rescued by the wife of my friend, Mohini. Today I and Mohini have been having love sessions as and when needed. I got a call from Mohini that her friend Nandita is in town to attend someone’s wedding. She would be coming to her house on Friday evening as she has a flight back to Toronto on Sunday. Nandita has insisted that she meet...
Hello readers. Handshake to boys and boobs shake to girls. I hope you enjoy the story. This story is for all the BDSM lovers out there. The story is long and detailed and mysterious. Sit back and enjoy. This incident was not a one day story, so it needs some background to be told. So, enjoy the thrill and mystery which lies ahead. I had a cute neighbor whose name was Anjali. She was 2 years younger to me. We were brought up together and we were pretty good friends. This incident started to...
Avasaramaaga en vagupil padikum oru paiyan vanthathaal, naan nandhini aadaiyai vegamaaga aninthu vittu irunthen. Appozhuthu priya enai paarthu hey ena seithu kondu irukiraai avanai veliyil sendru ethavathu pesi sirithu neram ula varamal paarthu kol endru sonnal. Naan nandhiniyai kaama paarvaiyil paarthu konde sendren. Naan veliyil sendru, en idam thulai pesi irunthathu athil yaaruko pesuvathu pondru pose koduthu irunthen. Appozhuthu naveen vanthaan, avan ennai paarthu hey ena indru sikiram...