Sex with Sue and my sister

Posted on March 23, 2009. Filed under: Brother and Sister | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

It was after midnight, my parents were sound asleep and I
was watching the late show when Mary, my seventeen year old sister,
suddenly walked into the den. To my utter surprise her blond haired,
blue eyed, 36″-22″-34″ Teeny Bopper body was decked out in a flimsy
see-through nightie. In the dim lighting I could easily see the
outline of her voluptuous breasts. (more…)

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Fucking hot Mallu aunty

Posted on January 29, 2009. Filed under: family sex | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

 

Hi my name is viru(name changed) I am residing at Chennai, I am regular reader of stories at hotandromence blog and also give my contributions too which I have experienced in my life the below incident happened in my life two days before only. I used to go to college in city bus where I have smooched lots of girls and sexy aunties. (more…)

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Part 1 of Brother Licks Little Sister

Posted on December 4, 2008. Filed under: Brother and Sister | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |

I read a story on Alwayz Ultra which reminded me a lot of what happened between my sister and me about eight years ago. I must add that she is happily married now and that nothing of this sort has happened in about seven years. I had forgotten all about it until I read that story.

First, let me introduce myself: I am an Indian guy, 31 years old now, I am about 6 feet tall, 160 lbs, with short dark hair. I won’t go into the background about where I am from in India since that is irrelevant here. Almost all Indian people are the same when it comes to having strict family values and even talking about sex with your sibs or parents is considered a crime worthy of social abandonment. It is the taboo that makes sex so appealing and you almost feel like you are playing with fire when you even fantasize about sex and your sister happens to be a part of your fantasy.

The lord knows I have fantasized about every inch of her body and grown up jerking off to mentally crafted images of her ever since she hit puberty and ever since I noticed the little mounds on her chest develop into B-sized lobes of love. Ever since I saw a brand new women’s razor appear in the bathroom, I knew the little angel had sprouted into one fine woman! She shaved. And something told me she shaved more than just her armpits. My sister is four years younger than I am. She is not particularly hot but she is cute nonetheless. She is petite, about 5 feet 2, about 95 pounds, with nice, supple B cup breasts with large dark brown nipples and a shapely body, and an ass so big, it is worthy of a grand prize, considering she is an Indian girl and no offense, but Indian girls aren’t exactly blessed with black genes when it comes to butts. My apologies to all Indian female readers but I am sure even you guys would agree.

As I mentioned, this stuff is from about 8 years ago. We had recently come to the United States with our mom and dad and had started school together. We used to live in Boston then, since my father is a professor and he had been recently granted professorship at Tufts, which is a just outside of Boston, in Amherst. He is a smart man, very intelligent and qualified but he barely made any money for us to get by. When he got a chance to move to the United States, he brought us all with him and being a traditional Indian family, we all lived together at home. The first apartment that had been allotted to us by his university was a two bedroom hole in the wall, with no living room and a half-ass kitchen. The bathroom was the size of an airplane toilet and almost every wall in the apartment had at least a million cracks. Even the wooden floors made squeaky noises when you walked on them, and if you walked with reckless abandon, stomping your feet like my sister, you would start praying that the floor doesn’t collapse and you don’t end up in the bathroom of the person living underneath you! Needless to say the apartment had no air-conditioning, no sound or water proofing and the locks on bedroom doors served more of a decorative purpose than actual locking or protection. My mom and dad took one bedroom and my sister was given the other. I ended up on the couch in the tiny living room. However, I was allowed to leave my clothes and my stuff in my sister’s bedroom.

Sorry for the long intro. As I said, the apartment was so small, you could hear almost everything going on in any other corner of the house. Mom and dad used to work and my sister and I went to school. I used to get home early since I was in college and she was still in high school. I knew her routine by heart. A sex-starved young man, new in this country with little knowledge of English, I was stuck with her: the only girl who existed in my life at that time, my sister Nisha. She used to come home every day and went straight to her room. This is when the fun started to kick in.

I could hear her take off her shirt first. The movement of the clothes was clearly audible in the living room which was right next to her bedroom. Then she took off her pants. I would just picture her unbuttoning, unzipping, and then wriggling out of her tight jeans, undressing in front of the mirror. She would step out of one leg, then the other. I knew now she was standing only in her bra and panties. This is when my hand started to creep towards my crotch. I could then hear her reach around her back and unhook her bra. She took it off and then went for her panties. The panties used to just roll off her ass easily as I didn’t hear any sound but I could tell that she was lifting her one leg and out, and then the other side came out. Now I knew she was standing there, buck naked in front of the mirror, only about 4 feet away from me, but in the other room. So close but oh so far! Then she used to put on her Indian clothes at home. First she got hold of a clean bra, then she put her shalwar (loose bottoms) on, and then the shirt. Indian girls usually don’t wear panties at home. The shalwars are very loose and the long shirts usually reach way below their butts, so you cannot really tell the shape. Anyway, this used to be my routine everyday: wait for her to get home, listen to her rip her clothes off that warm, young, supple and vibrant body, and I used to just lay on the couch, with my hands in my pants. Then I used to get up and just walk to the bathroom and finish it off.

The incidents I am about to describe started happening about a couple of months after I had gotten used to get myself off from the sounds of her changing her clothes. Several incidents before that led up to me ending up in bed with my sister, with her legs closed together, trying to stop my cock from entering her doorway to heaven, half resisting and half allowing me, saying No bhayya, no but meaning Yes bhayya yes, fuck me as hard as you can, for as long as you can.”

One day she came home from school and went to her room as usual. I was on the couch, pretending to watch TV. I used to keep the volume low so she didn’t notice the drop off in volume when I muted it while trying to listen to her change. As the norm was, she went in, took off her top, then her pants, then her bra and then the panties came rolling off. Usually she would just pick up another bra and continue to dress up but that didn’t happen on this day. After her panties came off, there was a pause. I was just waiting for her to put a new bra on but no. I had muted the TV, listening intently. This time, I heard her walk. Then I heard her sit on the bed. She was in her room, naked from head to toe, and instead of putting clothes on, she was laying on her bed. The bed creaked, and I could hear her stretch out. I do not know what she did on the bed. But she laid there for about 15 minutes, then got up and put her clothes on. She must be really exhausted and maybe was trying to relieve some stress”, I thought to myself. This became the daily routine, however. She used to always get naked and then relax on her for a little while.

The routine changed then. One day about 5 minutes after she had retreated to her bed, naked, with nothing on, relaxing as I had thought, I heard her bed move. I heard the sort of creaks that you hear when someone changes sides on an old bed while sleeping. But the creaks weren’t intermittent. This was constant shaking. The bed continued to shake, in a slow rhythmic motion at first and then fast. Then a little faster, and then so fast I had no doubt in my mind what she was doing. She was masturbating! My little sister, about 4 feet away from me, albeit on the other side of the wall, lying there buck naked on her bed, fingering her pussy violently. Her virgin pussy, which I am sure no foreign hands had touched she was rubbing it and manipulating it and doing whatever she wanted to it This continued for about 20 minutes and then silence! I found my hands inside my pants moving faster as the noises from her bed grew louder. She figured I had the TV on and I probably couldn’t hear her, but little did she know. She finished herself off, got up, got dressed and then came out of the room looking normal.

Her masturbation had become a daily routine now. Except that she took a three to four day break in the first week. She might have been on her period, I don’t know. But then she started doing it daily, with everyday being louder and more violent than the previous.

I was becoming restless like a dog in heat. What would you feel if a hot young girl is getting herself off in the next room and you could hear her shaking on the bed, and you could even hear her moan if she gets too excited! I had to do something. I had to see this. But what if what if she gets mad? What would she think of me? But no I had heard and waited long enough.

On a warm summer day she came back from school and went straight to her room. She did her routine and then climbed her bed to masturbate. Then the bed started to shake. First slow, then faster and then violently. Now was my time. I got up, mustered up the courage and just stormed into her room screaming Nisha, are you ok? What’s the noise? And boom!

There she lay, in all her glory. Alone in her nekkidness. Young and warm and pure and juicy. Not a single piece of cloth on her body. Her left hand on her boob, holding the right one. Her legs open wide, her middle finger in her pussy, moving in and moving out when I walked in. She was stunned. She yelled you fuck! What the fuck!”, and then rolled off the bed as fast as she could onto the other side, and then tried to hide behind the bed. Were you having a seizure?”, playing innocent.

“No bhai (brother in Hindi), I am fine. You just go”

“But what was the noise? I thought either someone had climbed the window and was trying to attack you or you were having a seizure!”

“Bhai, NO! I am fine, you just go. Don’t look, I don’t have shit on!”, she screamed. She was now covering her exposed chest with her hands and her lower body was almost under the bed. She had pulled the bed covers over her by now.

“OK, if you say so, and don’t worry, it doesn’t matter, I didn’t see anything”, I said sheepishly and walked out.

I knew that she knew and she knew that I knew what had happened. She got dressed and came out.

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India Widowed Daughter Sex By Father

Posted on November 30, 2008. Filed under: Father and Daughter | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

My name is Diwakaran. I am a 53 year old widower, living near Cochin, in the state of Kerala, in India. I was leading a decent middle class life, until my wife expired last year. This is my real life story. Though I am totally ashamed of myself and my actions, I have only written this, to make other widowers like me, aware of the dangers of loneliness and also the dangers of staying alone with their daughters, during such times of loneliness in life .

My wife and I have only one daughter. Her name is Anuradha. Since she was our only daughter, we loved her very much. Anuradha too loved us a lot. Like any daughter, I suppose that she even loved me more, as I was her father. We got her married very early in the year 2001, when she was 18 years of age. Anuradha had a happy married life and gave birth to two children, within the next 4 years. Tragedy stuck in the month of January, this year. In a car accident, her husband passed away. My daughter became a widow. She was only 22 years of age. At such a tender age, now she had the responsibility of bringing up 2 little children. My daughter stayed from January 2006 with her in-laws. As they lived in a joint family and as I lived alone, in the month of October this year, they suggested that Anuradha and her children should come and live with me, from Deepawali onwards. At that point, from the time my wife had expired in 2005, I had been living all alone. For two years, there was no woman in my house. I was depressed and frustrated at my loneliness.

So, when my daughter and her children came to live with me, I was over-joyed to have their company. I had a small house – one living room, two bed-rooms, kitchen, and the usual bath-room, with a WC. Since the rooms were small, each bed-room had space for only one bed. Anuradha and her children occupied one bed-room and I slept in the other bed-room. My daughter took charge of all the needs of the house – in terms of cooking, cleaning, washing etc. She kept the house clean and made sure that, I was served coffee, milk, breakfast, lunch and dinner on time. For one month, things were fine. One day, during the 3rd week of November, when I woke up early in the morning, I found Anuradha asleep on a mat in the living room! I woke her up.

I asked her, ” Anu, what happened? Why are you sleeping here? Why are you not sleeping on the bed, in your room, with your children? ”

She replied, ” Oh Papa! There is almost no place on the bed. Your grand-children toss and turn and kick their legs while sleeping. It was so disturbing, that I came here and slept ”

I said, ” You should have woken me up. I would have come and slept on this mat in the living room and you could have slept on my bed, in my bed-room ”

She replied, ” No Papa. That is your and my late mummy’s bed. I did not wish to be a nuisance ”

I said, ” Anu, what is this? You are my daughter. Though you have become a mother of two children, yet, you are still my child. So dont talk nonsense. From tonight, let your children use the bed in your bed-room, you sleep on my bed and I shall come and sleep here, in the living room ”

She said, ” No Papa. I dont want you to sleep on the floor, so let me sleep here. It is no problem for me. You continue sleeping on your bed ”

I firmly said, ” No Anu, you will sleep on my bed and I will sleep on the floor here. That is final. Now – no arguments ”

She said, ” OK Papa. But, I dont want you to sleep on the floor. If you insist that I should sleep on your bed, then I have an idea. Look Papa, is it OK with you, if I come and sleep on your bed, along side with you? Afterall I am your daughter and have slept on your bed along side you, so many times, during my child-hood ”

I should have thought about the dangers. I should have thought well, before answering. Foolishly, I did not. I simply did not want my own daughter to be disappointed. Afterall she was simply being affectionate. So without any vision, in order not to hurt her,

I replied, ” OK Anu, from tonight, after putting your children to sleep in their room, you come and sleep on my bed, beside me! Happy now? ”

She replied happily, ” Yes Papa. Like old times. I can still recollect all those nights during my child-hood, when I used to sleep next to you and you used to tell me stories! ”

That night, after dinner, I went to my bed and lay down on one side – leaving ample space for my daughter on the other side of the bed. For some reason, I could not sleep and was lying wide awake on my bed, in the darkness, as there was the usual nightly power-cut. After finishing all her work, my young daughter put her children to sleep. The door to my bed-room opened. I saw my daughter entering with a candle. She glanced at me. She thought that I was asleep. So, I too pretended to be asleep – but my eyes were slightly open, watching her. As the candle light, was too dim, she could not see my slightly open eyes. I looked at her, as she moved about silently in the semi-darkness, keeping some news-papers, on the shelf.

I had always looked upon my daughter, as a little girl. Though my daughter was the mother of two children, it was for the first time in the candle light, I realised that, she was a fully grown woman! She was beautiful. She had obviously had a bath. My daughter was very fair. Now with her white saree and blouse, she looked like an angel. I saw the out-line of her gorgeous breasts, from under the palloo of her saree. When she turned, I also noticed the out-line of her large and firm buttocks, from under her saree. As I watched her, I felt my penis getting erect. I had been without a woman for almost 2 years. Now that I was seeing a woman in my bed-room and that too – in the semi-darkness at night – I was getting sexually excited – though it was my own daughter! I was disgusted at myself!

Anuradha put off the candle. In the darkness, she came and lay down beside me. I was awake and hoping that she would not notice the erection under my dhoti! I could smell her fragrance. My erection was fully raging now. Within the next 10 minutes, I noticed that she had fallen asleep. I turned on my side to look at her. She looked so innocent. So beautiful. So tender. So delicate. It was sad that she had become a widow. Though my penis was erect and I felt like touching her exciting body, I knew my limits. Anu was my daughter. I dared not touch her. I tried to sleep and finally fell into a stupor.

After 2 hours, some movement on the bed, woke me. I saw that, in her deep sleep, Anu had turned and snuggled up close to me, like she used to, when she was a little girl. Her voluptous body touched mine. She had flung her left arm over me, hugging me. The only problem now was – she was not a child. She was a fully grown attractive and voluptous woman. And more importantly, I was a man, who had gone without a woman, for two years. My penis was once again erect! My heart was beating wildly. I started sweating! I was frightened. She had hugged me out of a daughter’s trust and love, for her father. Not out of any sexual feeling. I did not wish to do anything foolish. I did not wish to be an idiot. But, no matter how much I tried, I could not control my own sexual excitement. A war was raging within me. A war between a father’s feelings towards a daughter and a man’s feelings towards a sexually attractive woman. After some time, she came more close to me and hugged me more tightly. She was whispering something in her sleep. I tried carefully and listened,

She whispered in Malayalam, ” Vasu . Darling . I want you . I am aching for you . Come Darling . I am waiting! ”

I was shocked and saddened too! Vasu was her late husband! My daughter was missing him sexually! God! She was not hugging me, with affection – as a daughter. She was dreaming that she was in bed with her late husband and hugging him – sexually! I realised that it was almost 10 months since her husband had expired and obviously my daughter was sexually frustrated. So here we were – both – a widower father and a widowed daughter, both sexually frustrated! Anuradha, now put her left leg over my legs. I could distinctly feel the heat from her crotch, seeping through her saree, through her petticoat and through my dhoti, directly onto my penis. Further, again in her sleep, she caught my head with her left hand and pushed it downwards, towards her breasts and began whispering again.

She whispered, ” Vasu . Darling . here, take my nipples . the baby may wake up . so drink my milk . before he wakes up . but keep some for the baby! ”

Though I am a father and I love my daughter as a father should, yet, I am also a man with human weaknesses. I knew that my daughter was breast feeding her baby. Now that she was virtually pushing my head towards her breasts, I did not resist. I allowed her to do so. But after pushing my head a few inches towards her breasts, to my disappointment, she turned. She was lying on her back with her head turned towards me, and I could tell that she was in a deep sleep. I got up slightly.

I crouched over her and whispered, ” Anu, are you awake? ”

Eliciting no response, I gently shook her shoulder to see if she would open her eyes. Again, no response. With my inhibitions disappearing, and my arousal growing, I grabbed the top of her saree palloo and slipped it down, to reveal her young breasts in her bra and blouse. I saw she was wearing a white bra inside her blouse. Very nervously I gazed at my daughter’s body. Her breasts made the blouse, taught, across her chest. I ran my palm very lightly over the breasts and cupped them. I got more excited.

Ever so slowly, I began un-hooking her blouse and managed to open it completely. Now her lovely breasts were visible in her bra. I lightly touched her bra. I paused, checking her face again to see if she was waking. My hands were shaking at this point, and my knees felt ready to buckle. Taking a silent, deep breath, I turned her slowly to her left side. I un-hooked her bra and turned her again on her back. The sight was incredible. My young daughter’s breasts were perfect. They were large, round and fleshy, with large, black and protruding nipples topping them off. Just the way I liked them.

Silently, I began fondling my widowed daughter’s exciting breasts. I lightly pinched her nipples. Anuradha stirred in her sleep. Now, I simply could not control myself. I bent and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I started sucking upon it. Warm sweet milk started shooting into my mouth. This was my daughter’s breast milk, meant for my grand-child. But, here I was – lustfully drinking my own daughter’s breast milk! As I drank her milk, I got careless. I bit her nipple, while pinching her other nipple hard with my hand. Anuradha suddenly woke up. She was shocked to see that I had un-hooked her bra and blouse, was fondling one breast with my palm and was suckling upon her other breast.

She exclaimed, ” Papa! What are you doing? ”

With shame, I replied, ” I am sorry Anu, I could not control myself. After your mother died, I have been with out a woman. Now, when you hugged me in your sleep, I simply could not control myself. I am really sorry! ”

Even when I was saying sorry, I could not stop fondling her breasts. Anu looked at me sadly. She kept quiet for a long time. She was immersed in her own thoughts for a while. She just lay there without moving, or without talking.

I said, ” Anu, I am really sorry Darling. I really am. I have been a beast ”

She quietly removed my hand, from her breasts and said, ” Papa! I understand. I understand that you miss Mummy. But, I am your own daughter. So, please do not do this ”

I pleaded, ” Anuradha, yes, I agree that this is wrong. But, I am not able to help myself. I must touch you and have you now! ”

She exclaimed, ” No Papa. Please. Please dont do this. I am a widow. I am the mother of your own grand-children. This is a sin. I can not face them and myself tomorrow, if you force yourself on me, tonight ”

I said, ” Anu dear, please allow me – only tonight. I am desperate to enjoy your body. Look, I have such a huge erection. Look how frustrated I am! Dont you love me anymore? Dont you care for my needs? Dont you want your Papa to be happy? ”

She started crying and sobbed, ” Papa, I have always loved you and still love you. But not like this. I love you as a daughter. So, please leave me now. I shall go and sleep in the living room now! ”

I was afraid that she would leave the bed and go. I was so desperate that without waiting for her answer, I leaned on my daughter and kissed her. I again lowered my head over my daughter’s breasts and sought her nipples, with my mouth. My daughter began struggling under me and tried to wriggle free, to run away. I caught her wrists and forced myself on her, to crush her under my weight and keep her from running away. She kept struggling, but could not move from under my weight. I opened my mouth and sucked her erect nipples into my mouth. My tongue was moving over her swollen breast. Finally she gave up struggling.

She sobbed, ” Papa, is what you are doing to me, right? Is it not a sin? I know you want a woman to satisfy you. But cant you find some other woman Papa? I am your own daughter, afterall! ”

I replied, ” I know Darling. I am ashamed. But I am unable to control my feelings. I am excited now. I want you as a woman, tonight. I want to touch you, feel you, caress you and fuck you! Please dear, can we forget that we are father and daughter for tonight? Please? I am so desperate! ”

Then quietly she said, ” Papa, if you take me tonight, obviously, you would never be able to control yourself on other nights. That means I will have to become the woman in your life, to whom you have to come for your pleasure. In reality that means, I would become your mistress. Is that what you want? ”

I said, ” Yes, Anuradha, I am really sorry. But I need to enjoy, your lovely body tonight ”

She said, ” OK Papa. I understand that being a man, you have needs. And since you have been without mummy for so long, I understand. Do not be sorry. Its OK! You want to drink my milk, from my breasts Papa? OK – Drink it. Just leave some for your grand-son ”

I fondled her breasts and again and pinched her nipples. I bit her tender breasts and sucked upon her swollen nipples. Gradually, she began moaning and moving her hands through my hair, as she thrust her nipples into my mouth. It was as if, my daughter was handing me, a precious, delicate gift. I suckled on her nipples and completely drank all my daughter’s breast milk. Now, my daughter looked at me – silently.

She asked me, ” Satisfied Papa? ”

I replied, ” Anuradha, I really dont know what to say. You are my daughter. But, frankly . well . I mean . if you are OK . then, I would like to do other things too! ”

Again, she did not answer me, for a long time. I waited. My heart was beating fast and I was desperately hoping that she would allow me to make her mine.

I told her, ” Anuradha, I want to see your cunt now ”

She closed her eyes and parted her thighs. My hand moved to her legs and began pulling up her saree. I could see a white petticoat covering her legs. I pulled up the petticoat too, exposing my young Anu’s lovely thighs. I pulled up the saree and petticoat further, to expose her vagina. Anu had not worn any panties. I was shocked. It was covered with so much, of black, curly, silky hair. Her cunt was completely matted with her thick pubic hair. I untied the rope of her petticoat and pulled it away from her, along with her saree, leaving her naked. She covered her face with shyness. I massaged my daughter’s thighs and kneaded the fleshy mound of her amazingly hairy cunt. I ran my fingers, now and then, all along her crack, manipulating the labial swelling and teasing my daughter’s clitoris. She couldn’t bear the sensations. She widened her thighs and offered her cunt to my access, willingly. Then I pushed my middle finger into the slushiness of her crevice. My daughter lifted her buttocks a little and fucked back at my finger, exposing her own eagerness, shamelessly.

I now kissed my daughter’s hairy cunt and played with her silky pubic hair. When the tip of my tongue probed into her engorged cunt lips, a shiver of pleasure ran through the length of her body. I started lapping at her cunt and sucked up her honey-juices. I ran my tongue all along the labyrinths of its inner lips and on the rim of its swollen outer lips. As time went, waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Tossing her head, from side-to-side, moaning and groaning, she lifted her buttocks and pushed the gash of her cunt at my face. Suddenly my daughter convulsed. The dam inside her cunt broke down, to bathe my tongue and mouth with the floods of its juices. Her buttocks collapsed on the floor, but she didn’t let me go. I lapped at her cunt for some more time, till she was satisfied. I smiled at my daughter. Out of shyness, she covered her face with her hands. I took away her hands and kissed her tenderly.

She whispered to me, ” Papa, take me now. Make love to me, as strongly as you can. Dont worry about me. I can’t wait any more ”

So saying she, spread her thighs wide apart and pulled up her knees to touch her chest. In that spread out position of her cunt, my innocent Anu looked so vulgar, so cheap and yet – so exciting!

She said, ” Is this not, what you lusted for – Papa? Here I am. Here is my most private part, for your own pleasure. Your own daughter’s most private part. I have now made myself completely exposed and as vulnerable as I could be, as my gift for you. For all your love and care for me, from my child-hood! ”

I placed my throbbing cock at her little vaginal entrance and began to thrust it into her. As I began to enter her, she screamed. But, as I kept thrusting my cock deep inside her pussy. She seemed to be in terrible pain. I stopped.

I asked her, ” Anu Darling, what is the matter? Are you in pain? ”

She whimpered, ” Yes, Papa, it is terribly paining. Please keep still and dont withdraw. Just give me a moment to relax. I shall be OK and then you can thrust your organ, fully into me ”

I asked her, ” Anu you have given birth to two children, So, your cunt must be large enough. So, why is it paining you? ”

She whimpered again, ” Papa, you are a real man. The size of your huge penis, is simply too big for my vagina. Your organ is almost three times as long and as thick, as my late husband’s organ – was. My vagina is not used to such a big organ. Plus, after my husband’s death, I have not had sex at all. Almost a year. So possibly I may have shrunk. Now your organ is opening my vagina up, all over, again! But dont worry Papa. Just give me a minute to accomodate your organ. I should be OK shortly and then you can push yourself into me fully and begin to have your pleasure! ”

My daughter was really caring. I kissed her. I leaned over and sucked her erect nipples into my mouth. After a while, when I saw that my daughter was OK, I forcefully thrust my full organ into her tight cunt. She screamed again. Now I began fucking her slowly. Not the big rush, that I was in before, but with long deep strokes. Gradually, my daughter was begining to enjoy my strokes.

She said, ” Papa, my pain is gone now. Now you can increase your speed and take your pleasure from me. I will also try and give you pleasure, like mummy probably gave you ”

I started thrusting myself more faster and deeper into her cunt. She was herself raising her buttocks and fucking herself back, at my thrusting organ!

As I was fucking her, I asked her in lust, ” Anu, is this how your husband used to fuck you too? ”

She said, ” No Papa. Though Vasu was a nice husband, he was not so good in bed. He had a small penis and could not control himself. He used to ejaculate into me in 10 seconds after he put his organ into my vagina. You are fucking me so hard and for so long. I am enjoying you, so much more ” My speed and force increased further. I could see that my daughter was building up towards her orgasm. I started slamming my cock into her cunt with full force and vigour now. Anuradha was biting her lips and focussing on getting her orgasm now. I slammed into her still more deeply. She wrapped her arms and thighs around me. She fucked her vagina upwards onto my penis, with such force and pressure, as fast as I could move. Suddenly her vaginal muscles gripped my penis and burst with her orgasm. She moaned deeply as her vagina, began to release her juices. Her nails dug into my back, as her thighs wrapped tighter around my torso. Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute and she kept moaning through out. Finally she collapsed dead tired. After a minute she regained her composure.

She said, ” Papa, now its your turn for pleasure ”

I said, ” No Anuradha, I should not ejaculate into your cunt. I dont want you to get pregnant. I think that you better suck my organ and let me do that, in your mouth ”

She replied, ” Papa, I shall certainly suck your organ and give you pleasure. But later. Now I want you to ejaculate into my vagina. I want to feel my strong Papa’s fertile semen shooting through my womb. Dont worry Papa, I shall have birth-control pills from tomorrow. But tonight, I want you to have your pleasure in my vagina and fill me up ”

So saying she gripped my cock, with her strong vaginal muscles and again started thrusting her cunt on my penis. I felt heavenly and knew I could not last. Finally, my own orgasm burst. I slammed my cock into my daughter’s cunt with all my might, for one last time and began ejaculating my semen, deep into her cunt. I finally collapsed on my daughter. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.

I whispered, ” Anuradha, did that feel like, you thought, it would? ”

She smiled dreamily, ” Yes Papa. That was incredible. I always knew you were a strong man, But never imagined that you are so strong and exciting ”

I said, ” I am glad you enjoyed it ”

She said, ” Papa, I am glad this happened between us. I have noted that you were so desperate, due to the lack of a woman. From tonight, I am your woman. I am your Mistress. Now apart from the house, I can take care of your pleasure too! So whenever, you want me in bed, just call me. I shall be glad to give you my body to keep you happy ”

I said, ” But Anuradha, what about our neighbours and your children? I am worried! ”

She mischieviously replied, ” Oh Papa! You are such a dumbo! For the neighbours, we will be what we are. A widowed daughter, being taken care of, by her own father. My children are too small for them to know anything. And anyway, I will put them to sleep in their rooms and then come here to you every night. You can then use my body and take your pleasure from me. So everything would be OK. Dont worry! ”

Now my daughter has actually become my mistress. She sleeps in my bed and 2 – 3 times a week, makes it a point to fuck me and keep me happy.

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Fucking best friends sexy mom

Posted on October 7, 2008. Filed under: family sex | Tags: , , , , , , , , |

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hi readers,this is rohan from mumbai.age 21.since many days I was thinkin about writing my touchy moments with my best friends mother. I was in my tenth class when this incident happened for the first time..and since then theres no lookin back.from that day my sex appeal

for women especially older ones around 40’s increased.me and my friend(lets call him prasad) were in 10th class.so we used to study together.sometimes at my place and sometimes at his. As prelims approached we used to solve question banks together.

just that we should not copy the answers our moms used to supervise us at our respective places. one fine day we both were solvin history paper at my friends place.he was sitin in front of me on d table.his mom( lets call her sadhana) was sitin in front of me on the couch behind my

friend.instead of sittin idle she decided to do some work.so she was stitchin torn blouses and shirts with her hand. she was wearin a low neck transparent kurta.while doin so many times her needle slipped from her hands.

she used to bend so as to pick it up.once when she bent to pick it, I saw something for the first time in my life.dat was the 1st time I ever got to see a lady’s cleavage.i saw her white milky boobs covered with a black bra.the moment she picked it up she saw me noticin her cleavage.

when she saw me I got very scared but after some time when I gathered some courage to look at her, in return she gave me a naughty smile.dats when I realized she was fine with it.as her kurta was transparent I could see her black bra and the shape of her boobs very clearly.

she noticed me watchin her chest.and to my surprise she was fien with it.that was for the first time I had a real hard on by watchin something in real.since then I convinced my friend to write papers at his place.

since then I found every chance to see her and get close to her.as I lived on 3rd floor and he lived on 4th our spare key used to b wid them.once when my mom had goen out I wnet to get keys.i rang d bell.aunty was alone at home.so before openein the door she asked me whos it.

i said its me rohan.as I was in 10th she assumed me to b a kid.so she opened the door and to my surprise she was in her petticoat and blouse as she was goin out somewhere.that was when I saw her body for the first time.her skin was milky white.her boobs round and soft.

her tunny too fluffy.her hips big.her figure must be 36 31 38.that was the time when I jus couldnt control myself and my pant started to bulge.i guess she saw it.she invited me inside and gave me water and went inside to wear sari.

after completin the glass I went inside to keep it and dats when I sawe her wearin sari.i stood their for sometime watchin her while she was loookin in d mirror and tying sari knot.her ass was jus amazin. I then left and went to my place and masturbated.since then I shagged almost

evryday when I saw her as I just couldnt control myself.many times I even rubbed her ass while going from 1 room to another after writin papers. since then I regularly find different ways to get close to her.as my family is close to them she is presnet in almost all functions of ours.

while takin photos I hold her by her wiast and sometimes keep my hand on her shoulder.she never resisited me.in fact even she found ways to come close to me.now that I own a bike I see to it that whenever she goes out I drop her.

whenever she sits on my bike she rubs her boobs on my shoulders while sittin. by now I hav touched her almost every possible place.i just cant get my mind out of her deadly body.she is just too hard to resisit.her ass is just too soft and big that u wont feel like stoppin rubbin it.

my dream is too fuck her 1 day.but till date even after open invites I dont have the courage to go ahead as the pleasure in touchin her excites me more than thinkin about fuckin her. whenever I fuck my gf I just imagin its sadhana and my gf thinks im d bets fucker of all

hi

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