The Orchid The Storyteller
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Hi friends, this is amit again with a new hot erotic coupling. This happened when I was teaching in the local college at sujanpur. I had my own house at sujanpur and for most of the year; I used to be alone at my home because my parents had gone to stay with my brother abroad.
Since I was alone at home, my house became a place for parties and fucking of prostitutes. Often, my friends used to bring their girlfriends to my place and used to fuck them all night and sometimes even I got lucky in fucking them.
I had this huge drawer full of panties with me due to stealing of my friend’s girlfriends’ panties. There were all kinds of them, in every possible color and every design, from the cheap cotton ones to the designers; I had all in my collection. Sometimes I even used to put them on for the night.
I even remember that I even went to teach in the college with one of the panties inside my jeans. Well, I was just so horny all the time. The incident which I am going to narrate happened between me and another female teacher of history in the college.
Her name was shipra and her husband used to work in the local bank. They had rented out an apartment here and they had two small kids too. She used to teach history and was not very open in the beginning. She only talked to the point and nothing irrelevant.
To add to this shyness, she even wore such clothes which didn’t reveal even an inch of her body. Her sleeves were covered to the wrist and she would keep the dupatta over her tits and she wore heavy cotton suits and thus initially it was difficult to make out how big her tits really were.
It was only when she opened the almirah to keep her books; I could make out the size of her globes. They must have been 36dd and she had a bumper ass too. I wondered what kind of panties she wore. The strangest thing about her was that she belonged to Bihar, a very rural and rustic part of India.
Though she had a dusky complexion but it was more to the fairer side. It took a lot of time for me to get her to talk but I had the advantage of a free period when only she and I used to be there in the small staff room. It was in the afternoon before lunch when both of us waited together for our lecture.
She didn’t talk much initially but soon my jokes and funny nature was helping me out and she became a little more open with me. It was the summer after monsoon, and one day she took me by my horns as she come to the college.
I clearly remember that it was nearly 9’o clock in the morning when I reached the staff room. It was very early in the college and a few students were waiting in the classes while the staff room was just empty. Only the peon was there but she was doing some other chores outside.
I was just looking over the book and preparing for my lecture when shipra came inside and said “good morning amit sir”. She was dressed in a very light yellow suit and I could clearly make out her flowery bra underneath it. A little bit of her tummy could be seen and it was fat, had flab around it which looked so kinky.
Her bellybutton was in fact another pussy of hers as she had gathered some flesh around her third closed hole but it looked so much inviting. I was only making out from the outsides of her suit. As she came towards me, her dupatta slipped and for the first time I saw her breasts looking so big from the front.
Then, we started to talk and we kept talking so much that we missed our class. In the afternoon too, we kept talking and slowly she asking me questions of all types. She even told me that she didn’t feel much strange for extra-marital affairs as it is between a male and female to do it.
She even told me that she liked the doggy position more than the missionary but her husband was not keen and enthusiastic about it. She said that she wished she had more spice in her sexual life. O my god! My fellow lecturer talking this stuff to me and my pole had already risen.
I was stupefied but soon the bell rang and off to class, she went. Besides this little horny chat, she often started calling me up in the afternoon at times and she used to talk for hours. Slowly I was also developing a liking for her. I started masturbating on the name of her unseen cunt every night.
Her huge mammary used to hang from the sky at night in my dreams and I used to suck them and chew on the rubbery nipples which I had not yet seen. Gradually, she was changing in her attitudes too.
Now, she started wearing short sleeved suits and sometimes she even went to the extent of putting on sleeveless suits in such a conservative Indian college. By and by she was becoming attractive each day. one evening, I saw her strolling right in front of my house with her 3 year old kid.
I went out and asked her to come in for a cup of tea. I played cartoons on the TV and the kid was busy watching them. Then I went to the kitchen and shipra followed me. She was wearing a similar cotton suit of revealing nature, this time her arms were very short. I poured water and kept in on gas in a tumbler.
But as I turned back to get some sugar, shipra was right behind me, her big breasts moved on my chest and back. I got an instant hard-on as I turned towards her, “o shipra mam! Aap”, she didn’t look surprised by the uneasy situation we were in.
Her breasts were crushing my chest and her face was so close to me. She had a mole on her neck which looked like a third nipple, it was so nice and I wanted to suck that mole on the dusky fat neck. She had three nipples including her mole and three holes including her bellybutton.
All this was so kinky. “maine socha pata nahin amit sir ko chai banana bhi aati hai ya nahin?” And then saying this she put her arms on my back and pushed me to kitchen sink sandwiching me almost while my prick almost felt her big supple thighs. “mam, main bana lunga na”
I stammered as I felt my heart in my mouth feeling her nipples stiffen on my chest under the bra. “kaun se doodh se banaoge chai.” As she laughed pressing me even more and winking her eye. I was getting so horny by all of this and now I became bold to put my hands over her bumper ass.
I squeezed it a little. “mere doodh ki chai to nahin peeni hai sir?” O my god what was happening, I couldn’t believe it. She was inviting me for a cup of tea with her breasts milk. I was gone for reason now. As I bent her face and kissed on her neck right on her mole.
I stretched my palm fully to cup her humongous buttocks which felt so spongy. “shipra madam, ek chumma to de do. Hai kyat sexy body hai tamari”, now she was also turned on and she put her hand on my cock over my pajama and started rubbing it.
“chuma kyun meri jaan, jo chahe who le lo aaj mujh se” she said in a filthy bihari now, “hamar badan main aag lagae rahe, ab kuano chumma magnat ho”, I looked at her face and she appeared like a cheap bihari slut for a second and then a housewife slut for another.
Within a second I just raised her arms to get her shirt out. Her beautiful breasts swung to me in full glory encased like an antique in a cream flowery bra. The bra was making nice contrast with her bubbly brown flesh. It was probably a half cup bra since I could make out almost half of the areolas peeking outside it.
I looked down at her flabby tummy and my coke rose like a demon from slumber, her bellybutton was too inciting for me and I quickly bent down and kissed her madly on her tummy taking full and sumptuous bites of that soft brown flesh while she started moaning too.
My hands had instinctively gone to her huge mountains of flesh on her back as I kept my face in the valley of her flabby tummy. I was tweezing her big buttocks like I m kneading the flour and soon my face traveled upwards to her breasts. I was surprised to find the bra gone now.
She had taken it off for me, how nice of her. Her huge bounteous breasts were staring me in the face and her beautiful bean like nipples were standing like pencil erasers on their ends as I moved my hands to support them from below. As I lifted her big boobs in my hands.
They beamed perfect rotundity and were so round that they could make a circle look square in front of them. Here I was holding her hidden treasures in my hands. Her areolas must have been more than the size of a small c d and were deep brown covering almost half of her breasts.
At the center of them erect those proud nipples who knew no shame now. I softly caressed them with my hands just to feel how huge they were. I put my face in the valley of her breasts now and I kissed on the sliding gorge lapping up with my tongue.
Slowly my mouth was moving over to her areolas and I lapped them up , licked them hard like a dog drinking water with his tongue, and finally when I reached the nipples I stopped to have a full look at this heavenly lusted breast now. The moment my lips touched her nipple.
A flurry of uncontrollable passion rose within me and countless sparks emitted together from her nipple as if there has been a short circuit somewhere in her body. I was eating the nipple now as if it was a chewing gum. I was trying to milk her but the milk wouldn’t come.
Soon, she understood what I was trying and disengaged me and said, “amit sir, main abhi aayi, aap bedroom main chalo.” She went in my drawing room near the t v where her child was sitting. She took him in her lap and thrust her nipple into his mouth.
The child even protested as he was probably not in the mood for some milk. But she forced her big breast in his mouth and soon milk started flowing. Now she came over to me in the bedroom and lay on the bed offering me her huge breasts. A drop of milk had formed on her right breast now.
I lapped it up with my tongue and then started to suck on her nipple. O my god, milk was flowing into my mouth. There were streams and wild torrents of milk inside my mouth now. “doodh chai ke liye hai amit sir, aapke liye nahin” she asked me to spit that milk in a tumbler.
Thus we started collecting milk for the cup of tea. The taste of her milk was a little salty but it was so nice to have it in my mouth. Slowly I emptied both her big boobies. She disengaged me from her boobs and kept the tumbler on the side. I got up and locked the bedroom door and blew the fan at full speed.
When I turned back, I saw that shipra was removing her salwar and now her beautiful black ass came out clad in the flimsiest of all panties. I couldn’t imagine in my dreams that beneath this conservative college teacher lays a sexy woman who has a drive for sexy underwear too.
Her panty was nearly transparent and it was just a strip connecting and covering in a manner of revealing more and concealing less. Her pubic hair were dense and there were some around her asshole too.
I couldn’t wait for her so I jumped on her in the bed. She spread her legs for me and then pulled the panty to a side and moaned in a husky voice, “amit sir, I have never tried alternate sexuality. Will you help me? No one has licked my pussy before. Amit sir, will you do it please”
Well, here she was so horny and inviting me to suck her pussy. I got so excited that I tore the panty with my teeth and then chewed on her larges pubic hair for sometime before finally giving french kiss on her vaginal lips. She writhed and moaned in ecstasy as I lapped up her jelly like clitoris between my teeth.
I thrust two fingers now in her cunt and started to pump them while my lips were nibbling at her fiery brown clit. I increased the motion of my fingers in and out and my hands went out to her huge sag less tits.
I squeezed them to my delight while she writhed like a snake and bumped her ass on my face , grinding her juicy well fucked pussy on my lips. She was jumping on my mouth now and I felt that she could come any time now.
I shifted and took my cock out, masturbated it a bit for complete erection and then quickly slid it in her glory hole. Her pussy was so large that I had no problem in accommodating my boner in the very first go. I seized this opportunity for complete fun as I could slide in and out completely now.
As it was loose, so I would take my cock out fully and then insert it again with a thud. Every time it entered her pussy it made a huge sound of pouch…o god I loved this sex play. I asked her, “shipra teri choot bahut khulli hai …”
“haan haan college ki ladkiyon se to khuli hi hogi na” she laughed indicating that I fucked college girls too, which indeed I did at times. Now , I lifted her in the air while standing and fucked her while she locked her legs at the back of my waist and with her arms on my neck.
She bounced like an expert on my cock . It was going up inside her like a piston now. I increased the speed too while my mouth natural found her well milked and breastfeeding motherly tits. My hands rested on her bumper ass as I fucked her in abandon.
She then, pushed me back on the bed and came over me, thus controlling the game of love. She pushed my face back and then she started to dance in front of my face with her tits. She started to swing her huge melons on my face and slapping them in between.
She also slapped her ass as she swung her tits on my face. My face was being slapped by two huge mountains of flesh and it was ecstasy. I couldn’t hold on longer and bit them again and again. I bit her titties so hard that my tooth marks were there on all over her flesh.
She was moaning loudly all this time. I was surprised to hear that now her language was getting filthier, “hai hai hai amit sir…le mere mummon ko kha lo, hai. Mar gayi …daanton se mat kato na, mere pati ko pata chal jayega… Hai le meri chuchy, .lel le mere mumme…kha mere mummon ko…tumhari liye hi to itne bade kiye hain…kha… mere yaar. Bana mujhe apni randi , apni rakheal…chaat jee bhar ke…”
She was thrusting her full tit in my mouth . I could feel my cheeks swelling. Io my god her whole huge breast was inside my mouth. I looked at the adjacent mirror and I saw my mouth swelling with her complete tit as if my body was glued to her. My mouth was a hole where she plugged her teats.
I was getting completely crazy now and I could feel her stroking my erect cock now. “chodge amit sir, meri phudi maroge kya…..itne bade laude say” she implored while shaking my cock and I was too dumbfounded to hear her use these filthy words.
I didn’t give any reply with my mouth as she had already taken my cock to her dripping wet pussy. She kept it on her pussy lips and rubbed there. My cock was already throbbing and it rubbed and slapped against her vaginal lips. Then she pushed me back thereby removing her boob from my mouth.
She adjusted my cock with her hands and then with me lying down she started to jump on me. My cock was going like a knife in the butter. The sensation of hitting her pussy walls was too much for me, and I also started to pump from below. “hai, chodo mujhe, phaad do meri phuddy …hai…mere raja…uuuuiiii”.
She was ranting and raving a bitch on heat. I inserted my finger in her asshole now and continued to hump her with my cock. I slapped her ass and tits a number of times sometimes even slapping her face. Finally, I couldn’t hold it no more while she was moaning so much.
I m sure neighbors must have heard. I smooched her for one last time as I felt the storm rising in me. I asked her, “shipra mam! Mera chutne wala hai…hai…uuuff…kya bahar nikalun”. I was pretty relieved when she said that she is in her safer days so that I can ejaculate inside.
I came with a bucket of semen inside her and I almost passed out as I came. We lay there intertwined for sometime with my limp cock still in her juicy pussy. We were woken by her little son who woke her up by sucking her well used tits.
She just smiled and set her clothes right and left after a cup of tea I made from her breasts milk. Damn, it was tasty I must say. After that, we had many sex sessions and we made the full use of her free period, in both senses of the word.
I even had a mistimed shot with her at the temple in the evening when no one was there and she conceived due to that. Our baby is due in three months while her bihari husband thinks it is his seed. Life has never been more adventurous. I would love to suck more milk when the child is born.
Till, then let me just masturbate on the sight of her protruded belly which is due to me .I m so proud and never been happy.
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A sad, depressed and bittersweet story. Disclaimer: All though inspired by a real story, this is fiction. It is a story-taking place in a horrible society where money and money only makes the world going round. Disgusting events according to Danish standard are described and I would wish that we could save the world back from Denmark, so people did not need to go trough such a life, but we can only watch the unjust to happen. The solution has to come from the government on the Philippines....
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and...
1Aoife, the Queen Maker - A Halloween Storyby The TechnicianHalloween, Romance, Fantasy = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The arrow falls; the door opens; the Queen is made.This story explores the connection between the Orionid meteor shower, the ancient Celtic myths which surround Samhain, and the great warrior Queens of ancient Ireland."Aoife, the Queen Maker" is the story the pixies told me when I wanted to write something else. Sometimes I write a story with a theme and plot that I...
A few of the references in this sequel will make more sense if you have read “A Visit From Saint Michael,” but it does stand totally on its own and can be enjoyed even if you have never read the first story. This story centers around non-consensual pain, humiliation and slavery. If such a premise disturbs you, then I would advise you to skip this story. Or you can skim past those sections and read a very interesting tale involving one of the “old gods” of Mexico and much of South...
I have seen this lady a couple of times now, as it turned out, always on the 16th of the month, always at 2:30 in the afternoon. There always seemed to be purpose in her visit. Her visage purposeful.On this summers day, she looked so beautiful in her pink summer calf length frock. I looked at my watch and decided to take my break. Life in the gardens for staff could be hard physical work and for me, a young guy on placement from horticultural college, this was my life. It was all I ever wanted...
MasturbationI woke up to the warm pressure of Sofia’s supple skin pressed against my naked body. Did last night really happen? How could this woman be real? It seemed to good to be true. But, it was true, every glorious moment of it. I lay in bed lingering for a moment, taking in Sofia’s scent, nose nuzzled against her graceful neck. The improbable geometry of her body, the physical manifestation of quadratic functions, created a topographic map comprised of rolling hills and valleys beneath the...
Note: I mentioned in ‘The Next Morning’ that it was part of a longer story. Well, here’s the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He’s comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out with every known amenity (and some that are still unknown). But the grief stays with him. And then, on the first anniversary of her death,...
When I crawled to Sally, too weak and sick to walk, I suspected my end was near. It felt like life and energy was ebbing out of me. I thought I was dying, so I panicked! Throwing caution to the wind, the hell with the consequences, like someone parched, I sucked life giving fluids from Sally’s pussy, my fountain of life. Immediately, I began to feel better, stronger. My mind cleared. Sally had been gang raped! What was I swallowing? I remember the damp towel now. Sally must have used the...
I need some critical history about Erin before I go on. In high school (two classes), nursing school (three classes), and at her first job (at the lunch table) my wife was exposed to some feminist views that were stronger than the mainstream. All preached the same militant tune: “my body, my choice!” Each of the classes spent at least a month looking at fairy tales, traditional stories, literature and popular current authors to find the “subtle chauvinist themes.” The first example they all...
Hazing To the real Gina-I wish there was a Thomas to make your dreams come true. On behalf of your sisters, we always knew that you were wearing our clothes! Lol In 2016 Major League Baseball banned the hazing practice of having new players wear dresses. This story is about a MLB player and his experience with the hazing ritual. Mike Young was living what many American men would consider the ultimate American dream. He was a starting pitcher for the California Seals, MLB newest...
Ben is a very good friend of mine. We met in scouts when we were younger and became fast friends. As well as all the normal scouting trips, we also would get together during the summers whenever one of our moms was willing to give us a ride across town. Ben went to a private school so weekends and summers were the only times we really had to hang out. Wendy is Ben’s little sister. Wendy was always the cutest little kid. When I first met her she was maybe six years old, and she was always bubbly...
Karen and Michelle?s Sad StoryBy [email protected] remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.PrologueStory SynopsisThis is the story of a Mother, Karen, and her daughter, Michelle, who each have a sad and sordid past and how they become the slaves of a spoiled...
THE PROFESSOR’S DAUGHTER--Part V Bedtime Stories My old professors daughter Stephanie is a just turned 18-year-old knockout. She has cutest face you have ever seen and a slim Korean-Caucasian-mix body with a tight, petite Asian frame. She’s slim, quite tall and athletic (toned by ballet and gymnastics) with a nicely rounded firm ass and small but very firm tits. In my opinion Stephanie’s body is flawless. While her breasts are on the smallish side larger ones might look unnatural on her very...
Straight SexPart One – Messages I came across his short stories on another fiction website on which I had posted some of my own stories. The one I read first, which I found really sexy, was about a man and a woman on a beach who expose themselves to each other and masturbate. There was also a similar one about two people on a train, and another where two people in a crowded train carriage masturbate each other. He was obviously turned on by the same sort of thing as me, so I sent him a message, which...
MasturbationAt first Kerry and Robert were fairly unambivalent about meeting with me. Men were fairly easy to get hold of on the swinger’s website. What they were looking for was the elusive single female, or other couples. We chatted a few times through the website, sending messages to and fro. They excited me a lot, and I knew they would not be disappointed should they ever decide to meet up with me. However, I was fairly lucky, in that I could at least let them read about what we could do together as a...
Group SexFictionmania: The case of the missing story. By Danielle J As always any comments or criticism are welcome. My email is [email protected]. This story is dedicated to fearless FM volunteer Alyssa who helped me with this story. Author?s note- This all started because of a missing FM story. I had a wild idea and I am using some of the FM volunteers and Authors for this story. ******** The names have been left the same to protect the innocent. My Name is Joe...
I'm sitting here in the food court at the Trafford Centre, a shopping mall near Manchester. I'm not going to tell you how I'm dressed or what I've done. Jo's told me I have to keep that as a surprise for a while. She's grinning while I'm typing this, occasionally spinning the screen..... "That's right. For the girl who suggested it. She might get a kick out of what I've had you do," she smiled. "That it was her suggestion chosen." So I'm typing this story quick because all...
Erotic story writer gets much needed help from his girlfriend...Getting Help With My StoryFor those of you out there who have been closely following my life story you are probably aware that I started writing sex fantasy stories and posting them on a fantasy web site. It is something I have been having fun with for several months now. Far from being embarrassed about it, it is not something I keep a secret. I readily tell my friends about my new hobby, though usually only if they ask me what I...
Life Imitating Fiction - A TG Horror Story By Julie O Edited By Robert Arnold Chapter 1 Twenty-one year old Adam Hood swiftly walked up the stairs to his third floor apartment. He walked up the steps as fast as he could in his high heels. The last thing he wanted was for one of his...
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or...
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or...
Do you remember Love Story with Ryan O’Neil and Ali MacGraw? Well, this is a love story of sorts, this is Dog Story. No, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, and Old Yella are not the dogs in the story, but it is a dog story, just the same. Think of this dog story as you would remember Dino on the Flintstones or Astro on the Jetsons. (Boy, I’m showing my age.) Where has all the love in the world gone? I’ll tell you where it has gone. It has gone to the dogs and to the cats. Why? Because pets are...
Author's Note: In my story, "Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away," I already told this entire story from my point-of-view, as one of the two people who actually lived this unique and unexpected event. And in the follow-up story, "Freddy in the Bathroom: My Wife's Confession," my husband has already described for you in great detail his thoughts and reactions to my having confessed to him about what took place between Freddy and me in that small bathroom on that fateful Sunday...
Disclaimer: I got the inspiration to write this story while I was reading a story by anonenffan titled “Kim’s crazy theory” which is apparently (I found out about this after writing this) inspired by Jappio's "Amy Stuck in an ENF Story". Customize: Use the customize option to change characters name. Changing "Reader's name" is a must otherwise you will see a random name where yours should be. I am not asking for your real name, just type some name to symbolize yourself. Game Mode: Using Game...
Vicki Versa 2 - Danielle Blank's Story By Pamela Blake Based on and continuing Morpheus's story "Vicki Versa." This is the author's first TG story. Thank you, Morpheus, for a great story that inspired me to attempt a continuation. [Revised, updated and expanded, based on helpful feedback given to the first draft of this story.] "Vicki Versa" by Morpheus - Plot Summary (but take the time to read the original story--it's a classic!) [Part 1] David Coltraine is an ordinary and...
For those of you out there who have been closely following my life story you are probably aware that I started writing sex fantasy stories and posting them on a fantasy web site. It is something I have been having fun with for several months now. Far from being embarrassed about it, it is not something I keep a secret. I readily tell my friends about my new hobby, though usually only if they ask me what I have been up to lately. Nobody seems particularly shocked when I tell them. Most of my...
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