Taste my Milk (+18 Only)

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span class="top_texte_2"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sex Stories : Aunty <span style="font-size: small;">Sex Stories <span style="font-size: small;">| </span></span>Taste my Milk (+18 Only)</span> </b></span><br /> <br /> <span class="top_texte_2"><b>Introduction: </b>Sean is desperate to taste her milk...her sisters milk</span><br /> <br /> Sean pulled the rental car to the curb in front of his sister's house and parked. Pulling a small duffel bag from the back seat, he started up the walkway to the front porch.<br /> <br /> He hadn't seen Cynthia in a little over six months, and the last time he'd seen her, she had looked as though she'd swallowed a basketball. A month later, Cyn had given birth to Lisa, his first niece.<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfqolnyQsrMTVGpO_dN_prws5ReowWEZVvwsVLyZmwej8l6vJukFoHMpSJdUBvlKqy5EyYRvcb2JjkS7tEbRIg7zc3ybY3JioESaj8O5oJcVp9eiNjYzRe40UoXIsW-dRFVm6Wn1MEHk/s1600/43181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfqolnyQsrMTVGpO_dN_prws5ReowWEZVvwsVLyZmwej8l6vJukFoHMpSJdUBvlKqy5EyYRvcb2JjkS7tEbRIg7zc3ybY3JioESaj8O5oJcVp9eiNjYzRe40UoXIsW-dRFVm6Wn1MEHk/s1600/43181.jpg" /></a><br /> Let's see, he thought, that would make Lisa about five months old, now!<br /> <br /> He should have made it back to see his niece earlier, but living on the opposite coast made the trip an expensive one. And he'd used the last of that year's vacation days on his last trip home. Thankfully, the new year had brought a new batch of vacation days, and he'd managed to Sean this trip to let him kill several birds with one stone: visit with his parents, visit his sister and see his niece for the first time, and also attend his best friend's wedding. A side benefit was that he'd be able to help Cyn paint her husband's den while he was away on a business trip. She was sure that Tom would be surprised by the renovation, when he returned home.<br /> <br /> Stepping up to the door, he rang the doorbell and heard Cynthia's voice through the screen door, inviting him to come in.<br /> <br /> Pushing the door open, he stepped into the foyer.<br /> <br /> "Cyn?" he called out.<br /> <br /> "I'm here, in the living room," she responded loudly.<br /> <br /> "Uh, okay," he said walking toward the sound of her voice.<br /> <br /> Stepping into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his sister sitting on the couch. Sitting on the couch...nursing Lisa. With her blouse completely unbuttoned and both of her huge breasts bared.<br /> <br /> Sean's eyes flared open and his chin dropped as he stared at his sister. She had Lisa's mouth pressed against one of her big, beautiful breasts as she sat lovingly looking down at her baby. Little Lisa was holding onto the huge, milk-filled udder with her tiny hands, hungrily sucking away at the nipple as Sean looked on in fascination.<br /> <br /> Then, Cynthia looked up and saw him staring at her with a shocked look on his face.<br /> <br /> "Oops...sorry...I forgot," she laughed, draping her shirt over her breasts, covering one and partially covering the other, from Sean's peering stare.<br /> <br /> "Uh...uh...that's...that's okay," he said, trying to swallow the bale of cotton that had mysteriously appeared in his mouth as he tried to calm the stirring he felt down in his jeans. "I...I just wasn't expecting that. They...They're so big.<br /> <br /> "Yeah, that's what happens when you've got a kid to feed," she smiled up at him.<br /> <br /> "Really big," he muttered.<br /> <br /> "I've got everything set up in the den, if you want to go ahead and start. Let me just finish nursing Lisa, and I'll be in to help you in a few minutes."<br /> <br /> "Okay," he said, taking another quick glance at her partially exposed breast as he set his overnighter on the coffee table.<br /> <br /> He couldn't believe how big her tits were. The only time he had seen them before was when they were kids. They were tiny, back then.<br /> <br /> "Uh, the den," he nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from his sister's breast as he saw a slight blush color her cheeks.<br /> <br /> "Sorry," he apologized, blushing himself as he turned and started for the den.<br /> <br /> "That's okay," she called after him, "It's my fault, really. I should have nursed her earlier."<br /> <br /> Sean had arrived in his painting clothes, so he had finished one wall and was starting on a second before Cynthia came strolling into the room. He looked away from his task to see that she was wearing only an old paint-splattered shirt and panties. The hem of the shirt hung down in the front and back, obscuring most of the view, but the shirt arched up in a curve on the sides, revealing the waistband of her panties where it crossed her rounded hips. The shirt was also thin enough for him to note that she wasn't wearing a bra. Even if the pendulous swing of her breasts wasn't noticeable -- which it definitely was -- her nipples, still erect from the sSeanulus of nursing, were poking blatantly against the worn fabric.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, I took so long, but I wanted to put Lisa to bed so we wouldn't be interrupted," she told him. "You can get to know her tomorrow."<br /> <br /> "Yeah, that'd be nice," he smiled, glancing down at the exposed cleavage peeking out from between the edges of her shirt and her thrusting breasts. "I got a lot done anyway."<br /> <br /> "Yeah, I see. I'll help you do another wall, then I'll start on the trim," she said, ignoring his prying look as she bent down and picked up her roller and paint tray. "I've ordered a pizza delivery, for dinner."<br /> <br /> "You sure look nice, Sis," he told her. "You look a lot different than you did the last time I saw you."<br /> <br /> "A half-hour on the treadmill, every day," she said, feigning wiping sweat from her forehead. "It'll keep you fit and trim."<br /> <br /> "Well, I must admit, it seems to be working," he smiled.<br /> <br /> "Why, thank you," she laughed softly, noting the slight blush coloring her cheeks.<br /> <br /> Watching his sister move about with her giant, milk-laden breasts undulating heavily under the shirt soon had Sean in a highly obvious state of arousal. He tried his best to keep it hidden by facing away from her while he painted.<br /> <br /> Two hours of steady work had the walls and trim covered in new paint. The pizza arrived and they devoured it quickly. Their intended return to painting was delayed, however, when Lisa awoke from her nap and announced -- with a loud wail -- that she needed some attention.<br /> <br /> Motioning for Sean to follow her, Cynthia led the way to the nursery. Lifting her infant daughter from the crib, she placed her in her uncle's unsure arms.<br /> <br /> "Relax, honey," she giggled when Sean looked up at her with somewhat terrified eyes. "You can do it; it's instinctive. And it'll be good practice, for when you finally have a wife and baby of your own!"<br /> <br /> "Oh -- you mean this look on my face?" Sean shook his head. "It isn't fear. It's more like lack of knowing what to do. I can smell it, even if you can't. I think she needs a change of diapers."<br /> <br /> "Then we'll give you a bit more practice," Cyn laughed. "Put her over there, on the bassinette, and I'll get the baby-wipes."<br /> <br /> With Cynthia looking on with an amused grin, Sean followed her instructions and handled the diaper-change rather well, all things considered.<br /> <br /> Then, of course, he had to endure the sight of her partially-exposed breast, again, as Cynthia nursed Lisa before putting her back to bed for the night.<br /> <br /> Shortly, the nursing was finished, and Cynthia buttoned the blouse again, though Sean noticed one less button was fastened than earlier, and they returned to their task of painting. An hour later, they were finally finished and stood looking around at their handiwork. <br /> <br /> "Looks great," Cynthia beamed, looking over at him. "We make a great team..."<br /> <br /> "Yeah, maybe we ought to set up a business," he laughed. "But first, I think you'd better clean up. You look like you've got green measles."<br /> <br /> "Aren't you the pot, to call the kettle black," she laughed back at him, running a fingertip down his paint-splattered cheek.<br /> <br /> Impulsively, Sean grabbed her hand and brought her finger to his lips. Holding it gently pressed against them, he gave the tip of her finger a lingering kiss. <br /> <br /> Questioningly, she looked into his eyes, her cheeks flushing once again. Then he smiled and let go of her hand.<br /> <br /> "Why did you do that?" she asked.<br /> <br /> "I don't know," he smiled. "I don't know...it just seemed like the thing to do at the moment. Sorry if it upset you..."<br /> <br /> "No, no, it's okay," she said, taking a step back as her big tits swayed ponderously under her shirt. "It just took me by surprise...that's all. It was a sweet thing to do."<br /> <br /> "Well, who's first? You or me?" he asked, stepping back over to the paint buckets.<br /> <br /> "What do you mean?" she asked, with a puzzled look on her face.<br /> <br /> "You or me...the shower?" he said, leaning down and dropping his brush into a bucket of water.<br /> <br /> "You, you, I guess. Yeah, you can go first," she said, following him over to the buckets. "I'll clean up this mess while you go clean yourself up."<br /> <br /> "Okay," he grinned, standing up and departing toward the bathroom.<br /> <br /> Grabbing his overnighter on the way, he hurried down the hall to the bath.<br /> <br /> Showering, he was torn between whacking off to get rid of his obvious erection or saving it for later, when he was in bed. Finally, after a few strokes, he decided to do it later, after Cynthia went to bed. With a grimace, he turned on the cold water and stood under it until his cock finally began cooperating and wilted back down to a much more manageable size...<br /> <br /> Once he was dried off, he quickly slipped his pajamas and slippers on before heading back out to the living room. Stepping into the living room, he saw that Cynthia was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She had made a fire in the fireplace and had a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table. Beside the wine sat two glasses. One empty and the other, half full. <br /> <br /> "I thought maybe you'd drowned or something," she laughed softly, getting up from the couch.<br /> <br /> She had turned the lights down low and the reflection of the flames from the fireplace sparkled off her warm, hazel eyes.<br /> <br /> "Sorry," he grinned. "I didn't mean to be gone so long."<br /> <br /> "Don't worry about it," she grinned back at him, stepping around him and heading for the bathroom. "I'll be back. Make yourself comfortable and have a glass of wine..."<br /> <br /> "Okay," he grunted, watching the sway of her hips under the shirt as she strolled away.<br /> <br /> Sitting on the couch, sipping his wine, he watched the flames frolic in the hearth, sending shadows dancing on the walls in the dim light. He was feeling warm and cozy, partially due to the fire's warmth and partially due to the wine. A curious inSeanacy filled the room, as he sat on the couch while his beautiful sister was down the hallway in the shower. <br /> <br /> Naked. <br /> <br /> Not that he had experienced the inSeanacy of marriage, but this felt a lot like what he imagined life with the right woman would be.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, he felt another stirring down in his pajama bottoms. The thought of her standing under the warm water, letting the spray caress her beautiful milk-laden tits, immediately took its toll and his cock was once again fully erect...and ready.<br /> <br /> Ready for what, he angrily asked himself. She was his sister, for Christ's sake!<br /> <br /> Thinking back, he remembered their closeness as children. What a long time ago that had been. Now she was twenty-six. She was married, and had a baby. He was sixteen, horny all the time and always looking for a piece of pussy no matter the source. He had to admit, he still loved her. And he knew the way he felt toward her. But that platonic love for her could easily cross the line and become something much more. <br /> <br /> Much, much more.<br /> <br /> Then that day ten years ago came rushing into his mind...<br /> <br /> She had been twenty and he had been ten. They had been messing around in their Dad's work shed out behind the house doing something. What, he couldn't remember. He had just been entering puberty, and was beginning to notice that girls were different than boys. Different in such a nice way. He had noticed that Cynthia's breasts were starting to stick out against the front of her dress, and he felt a new and curious need to see them.<br /> <br /> The memory of that incident played itself out in Technicolor, on the wide-screen of his mind...<br /> <br /> "How come your, uh, those are sticking out like that?" he asked her as he pointed at the bodice of her dress.<br /> <br /> "Those are my breasts, silly. They're getting bigger," she smiled condescendingly. "I'm growing up."<br /> <br /> "Can...can I see 'em?" he hesitantly asked.<br /> <br /> "Uh, why? Why do you want to see my breasts?" she asked him.<br /> <br /> "I don't know," he grinned. "I just want to see them."<br /> <br /> "We're not supposed to do stuff like that," she mumbled, stepping over to the window and nervously looking out towards the house.<br /> <br /> "Oh, come on...let me see 'em," he sniggered. "I'll show you my, uh, my penis."<br /> <br /> "Why would I want to see your...your penis?" she snickered, turning to face him. "Besides, I've already seen one."<br /> <br /> "I don't know," he muttered. "I've never seen a girl's tits, or pussy, either. When, when did you see a guy's...a guy's pecker?"<br /> <br /> "A couple of weeks ago. I saw Billy Johnson's," she said. "It was pretty big and it got all hard and stuff when I showed him my tits."<br /> <br /> "Well, if you could show Billy Johnson, you could show me, can't you? If I show you my.penis?"<br /> <br /> "I don't know," she giggled. "How big is yours?"<br /> <br /> "Uh, five...five inches when I make it, you know, hard," he said. "Want to see it?"<br /> <br /> "Maybe," she smirked. "But first, I'll show you my titties and maybe that'll make it hard, like Billy's got when I showed my tits to him. Then we can measure it!"<br /> <br /> "Uh...okay," he grinned, looking down at her pubescent bosom.<br /> <br /> After another quick check out the window, she reached up and began unbuttoning her little spring dress.<br /> <br /> "Do you wear a bra...uh, brassiere?" he asked her, awkwardly gawking down as he waited for her to bare her breasts.<br /> <br /> "No...no, they're not big enough yet," she said, "but they're getting bigger every day."<br /> <br /> "Oh," he mumbled, not knowing what to expect.<br /> <br /> Finally, with her dress unbuttoned all the way down to her waist, she slowly spread it open to reveal her small, budding breasts.<br /> <br /> Even then, he remembered, he had felt a stirring down in his cock. He couldn't explain it. Seeing her budding breasts just made him feel all hot and strange inside, and his cock started to get hard.<br /> <br /> Her breasts, if you could call them that, were small, rounded mounds of pink flesh, each tipped with a small, pea-sized nipple that jutted out, hard and swollen.<br /> <br /> He hadn't recognized it, back then. Now, eight years later, he understood that it was her own excitement that had aroused those little pebbles...<br /> <br /> "Wow," he grunted. "Can I touch one?"<br /> <br /> "Just a little," she murmured.<br /> <br /> Inquisitively, he reached out and fingered the jutting bud, delicately running his finger over it. She watched his finger trace the outline of her quarter-sized areola and then tickle her jutting nipple again. <br /> <br /> "Okay," she mumbled, pushing his hand away and covering herself again as she began buttoning her dress. "That's all you get to do."<br /> <br /> "Uh...if I show you my, my dick," he grinned at her. "Will you show me your...your pussy?"<br /> <br /> "Maybe," she grinned, coyly, "but show me your cock first."<br /> <br /> He couldn't explain why, but his cock was now hard as a rock. This was all so new to him. New feelings, new emotions, uncharted territory."<br /> <br /> "Okay," he said, unsnapping his pants. "How big was Billy's...Billy's peter?"<br /> <br /> "I don't know," she giggled, "I didn't have a tape measure with me. But it looked really big. Too big to put it in my little pussy."<br /> <br /> "Have you ever had...had a peter in your pussy?"<br /> <br /> "No," she said emphatically. "Have you ever put your peter in a girl's pussy?"<br /> <br /> "No...no..." he said, grinning shyly, pushing his pants down. "Maybe we could, uh, you know, uh do it later."<br /> <br /> "I'll have to see it...see how big it is, first," she murmured, staring down at the bulge of his cock jutting out against his white, cotton shorts. "It looks awful big to me. Maybe too big."<br /> <br /> "Well?" he grunted, shoving his jockeys down off his stiff prick.<br /> <br /> "Wow! It is big...even bigger than Billy's!" she said, but he knew that his cock was small. Still staring down at his cock. "Can I touch it?"<br /> <br /> "Uh, yeah, uh, sure," he said, thrusting his hips forward, bringing it closer to her.<br /> <br /> "I...I never saw one as big before," she lied again, tentatively reaching out and running her fingers down his swollen, four-inch cock. "I don't think it will fit in my pussy."<br /> <br /> "Let me see it," he said. "I want to see it. See your pussy and see if my cock will fit in it."<br /> <br /> "Wait, wait a minute," she huffed, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft of his oversized cock. "It's so big."<br /> <br /> "Come on...come on," he whined. "Let me see. Let me see it."<br /> <br /> "Oh all right," she muttered, nervously looking out the window toward their house. "We can't let anybody catch us doing this, though."<br /> <br /> "I know...I know," he grunted. "Why don't your pull your panties down while I watch out the window and make sure nobody is coming."<br /> <br /> "Okay," she said, pushing her father's tools aside and crawling up onto his worktable. "But keep watching and don't be looking at me until I tell you."<br /> <br /> "I will...I will, just hurry up," he muttered, watching the back door of their house.<br /> <br /> "Okay...okay, you can look," she finally said.<br /> <br /> Sean turned and saw she was lying in the middle of the table with her knees splayed out, and her white, cotton panties wrapped around her ankles. As she did, her pubescent pussy defiantly stared up at him from between her skinny legs. A soft tangle of sparse brown hairs encircled the knife-slit gash that bisected the mound of flesh between her legs as he gazed down at it in wonder and awe. <br /> <br /> "Can I touch it?" he breathlessly asked.<br /> <br /> "Oh, I guess, but just a little bit," she whined.<br /> <br /> "Where's your...your clitoris, your clit?" he asked, gently running his fingertips over the tiny, soft lips surrounding her secret place.<br /> <br /> "Here...this, this is it," she mumbled, running two fingers down the slit and peeling the fleshy hood back off her miniature clit.<br /> <br /> "Wow," he whispered, fingering it delicately.<br /> <br /> "It gets all tingly when you touch it like that," she murmured. "Like it does when I see your big peter."<br /> <br /> "Can I see, can I see if my...my peter will fit?" he asked, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her over to the edge of the table.<br /> <br /> "I...I guess. But don't be rough...and stop if I tell you to stop...okay?" she told him.<br /> <br /> "SEAN...CYNTHIA...ARE YOU OUT THERE..." they heard their mother cry out from the back door of the house.<br /> <br /> "Crap," Sean cursed, grabbing his shorts and pants, pulling them up as fast as he could.<br /> <br /> "Go...go hide," Cynthia blurted out, jumping down off the table and jerking her panties up." I'll tell her I haven't seen you and you can come in later. Okay."<br /> <br /> "Okay...maybe later?" he grinned.<br /> <br /> "No, this was too close. Not again...I don't want to get caught."<br /> <br /> His eyes were closed, and a soft smile played at the corners of his mouth as the last of the incident played through his mind. He was so caught up in the memory that he failed to hear the sound of his sister's footsteps as she entered the living room.<br /> <br /> "What are you so deep in thought about?" he heard Cynthia ask.<br /> <br /> Dragging himself back to the present, Sean turned and saw his sister padding across the living room toward him. She had a big, white towel wrapped around her hair and wore a fleecy, white bathrobe wrapped around her body and tied at the waist. <br /> <br /> "Uh, oh, nothing," he blushed, eyeing the swell of her breasts under the robe.<br /> <br /> "Must have been something," she laughed softly, easing down onto the couch and leaning forward, "I called to you twice, and you didn't answer." <br /> <br /> Unwrapping her hair, she began drying it, roughly rubbing it with the towel. As she did, her big, jiggling breasts drooped down, forcing the robe open.<br /> <br /> Gawking down at her big breasts, he felt his hard cock twitch. He had never seen such beautiful breasts. Round, melon-sized breasts, that bobbled and danced as she continued to dry her hair. Finally, she tossed the towel on the coffee table and looked down at her exposed breasts.<br /> <br /> "Oh...I'm sorry...I didn't know," she blushed, clutching her bathrobe closed. "You must think I'm such a klutz..."<br /> <br /> "Uh...no...and don't be sorry. I didn't mind at all," he grinned foolishly.<br /> <br /> The silence was deafening. There was no sound except for the crackle of the fire as Cynthia, still clutching her robe together, leaned forward and picked up her glass. Then, she turned to face him, curling her leg under her as she stuffed her robe down between her legs and laid her arm on the back of the couch.<br /> Sean didn't know what to say to her...or do. How could he tell her how he really felt about her? How could he tell her that he really loved her like a sister, but that he wanted to love her like a man loves his woman? <br /> <br /> "Uh, you remember that day...that day out in Dad's work shed?" he finally asked.<br /> <br /> "You mean the day that you asked me to show you my breasts? If you could call them breasts back then...they were so small," she laughed.<br /> <br /> "Yeah, that day," he said, gulping.<br /> <br /> She remembered, he giddily thought. And she's even joking about it. That's a good sign, isn't it?<br /> <br /> "Well, they sure aren't small anymore!" he said, his cheeks reddening slightly.<br /> <br /> "And I bet your...your, what did you call it back then? Oh, yeah, your peter...I bet your peter has grown a little, too," she smiled, glancing down at the obvious lump in his pajamas.<br /> <br /> What? This is too easy, he told himself. She had joked about her breasts, and now she was telling him that she bet his cock had grown since then. Maybe he ought to show it to her. Show her how much it had grown. What would she think? She had thought that five inches was big, back then. What would she think of the eight inch slab of rock hard meat?<br /> <br /> "A little," he grinned. "Too bad Mom broke it up..."<br /> <br /> "Yeah," she said, sipping on her wine. "I've always wondered what would have happened, if we'd had another ten or fifteen minutes undisturbed. You know that I was a virgin back then, don't you?"<br /> <br /> "That's what you said," he snickered, "but I really didn't believe you. You were so grown up and all, and I was just a bumbling kid. I just thought you were saying that so that I would think you were still a virgin."<br /> <br /> "Well, I was," she laughed. "See how close you came to getting your first cherry? Your sister's cherry?"<br /> <br /> "Damn," he cursed, smiling, "that would have been something. Getting my sexy, hot sister's cherry! Just thinking about it makes, uh, makes... well, let's say it's just as exciting today as it was back then."<br /> <br /> "Yeah," she said, taking another sip of wine. "I can see..."<br /> <br /> After refilling his glass, he leaned back and laid his arm on the back of the couch. Now their hands were almost touching. Moving his hand closer, he brushed his fingertips over the back of her hand. As he did, he saw her flinch, pulling her hand away, then looked into his eyes. He didn't move as he gazed into her eyes. Then, to his amazement, she eased her hand back over to his, running her fingertips over the back of his hand. <br /> <br /> A fiery jolt of excitement arced through his cock, making it twitch down inside his pajamas. She seemed to notice too, as she glanced down at the bulge of his cock, then back up to his face. As they lovingly stared into each other's eyes, Sean gently took hold of her hand and eased it over onto its back. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the soft warmness of her palm. Slowly, he rubbed his finger back and forth across her palm as she gazed into his eyes. Finally, he felt her hand ease out from under his. Looking down at it, he watched it grasp his hand and roll it over. Then he saw -- and felt -- her fingernail tickle across his palm, sending another jolt of electricity arcing through his peter.<br /> <br /> The signal couldn't have been more obvious.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia..." he murmured, leaning toward her and reaching down to the knotted belt of her bathrobe.<br /> <br /> Slowly, gently, almost fearfully, he pulled the knot open as they both looked down at his hands. <br /> <br /> To be continued……</div>

Taste my Milk (+18 Only)

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Do Not Disturb

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I always thought there was something remotely erotic about hotel rooms. It might be because whenever my ex-girlfriend and I got it on, it was always in a hotel room. But apart from that, a hotel room has its own anonymity. You might have a dozen couples move in and out of a room, but as long as it is clean, no one will know. The hotel room has its dim, subdued lighting that makes you want to sit closer to each other, making it nearly as good as a candlelit dinner. There are the pristine white sheets, with the slight mustard or brown blankets that make you want to snuggle up when the too-powerful AC blasts away. The small TV in the corner that you can leave on to cover up any loud moans you make. The shower that washes away the scent of sex from your body. The lift in which you can grab, kiss and cop a feel for the last time.And in the December of 2010, I was sitting in a hotel room in Goa thinking about these things while being impossibly alone and single. My girlfriend of two years had dumped me because she was going abroad to study and I wasn't, and had left me broken hearted. My family had a laugh at my expense. I was alone, and thankfully two of my friends, Rishkesh and Sushant decided to drag my ass out of depression.Their cure was simple. A vacation in Goa.So, we planned ours out. My parents had some kind of club membership by which we would get a week off in some four or five star hotel every year, and we got ours in Goa. Because we hadn't used the damn deal in years, we had nearly a fortnight with two adjoining rooms in some beachside hotel, and I had nothing to do, so I got dragged along.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Rishikesh brought along his car, a Skoda, and we drove down. On the first night itself, however, my friends deserted me, and I didn't mind.The thing is that although I was the depressed one, they had the right to have fun. So, on the first day we got there, we dressed up and headed to a disco where Sushant and Rishikesh, both expert dancers hit it off with two white chicks and soon disappeared with them, leaving me clutching some overly expensive drink in my hand bitching to some girl about my ex. She too got bored and left me, and I made my way back to the hotel and slept. This vacation is supposed to be the most popular thing amongst most Indians my age, but all I did was go to sleep. It was 11pm.Due to a military upbringing, I woke up early at around 5 am and sat around doing nothing. Both of my friends had disappeared and were probably in the arms of, or on top of some chick, and weren't expected to return till late afternoon or evening. I sat around for a few minutes and finally decided that what I usually did, back home- take a good, long morning jog, would probably be the best thing to do.I splashed on some aftershave to counter the sweat and after putting on a pair of running shorts, socks and shoes and a t shirt, I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl and headed downstairs. The hotel was a beachside hotel, and it was a Saturday morning, so there was practically no body on the beach.As I ran, I promised myself to get over that bitch, my ex, even if it was the last thing I'd do in my life. I was not used to running on sand as I ran on the street or pavement back home and soon got tired. I sat by the beach contemplating my decision and finally decided to grab a bite and walked towards the beachside bar-restaurant and looked for the bartender.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Being morning, the place was deserted. The bartender, with whom Rishikesh had struck up a conversation the previous night, was a young man, still in college and was working here part-time to finance his education. He smiled at me through tired eyes, and I ordered myself a cup of tea, which he did not serve. Settling on a glass of lemonade, I looked around the bar once again.It seemed that the property ran this place in the morning primarily to serve people pick-me-up cocktails. After a night of heavy drinking and partying, it was the least people could expect. It felt odd that the cure to excessive drinking was another drink.As I scanned the bar I saw a girl sitting alone in the corner fiddling with her drink, some kind of orange juice. Less than twenty, she was a bit dark, with pretty eyes and curly black hair. She wore a black party dress which showed off enough cleavage to get any straight man horny. As she moved in her bar stool, I saw her ass- what an ass! She seemed to be lonely and unwilling to move her drink around. I called the bartender and sent her another drink, and waited for her response.The bartender returned and informed me that although she was unwilling to accept a free drink from a perfect stranger, she was ok with being introduced first. I made my way over to her table.I realized that this was the first time I was hitting on a girl properly after being dumped, and by god, I wasn't dressed for it. My white t shirt which I wore to my jog was sweaty and clung to my body, and my shoes were full of sand. And the girl was quite short compared to me- I'm 6'2, and she seemed to be a lot smaller. My short black crew cut style hair was longer now, and would never pass a parade and was sweaty. My physique- which I had earned over years of grueling boxing and karate training- with broad shoulders, a muscular body and a hairy chest was quite sweaty, and I had stubble from not having shaved that probably felt like sandpaper to anyone who touched it. I was not dressed but hell, you have to start somewhere.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I made my way over and introduced myself. She gave me her name- Shweta.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "What are you doing in a bar so early?" I asked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Well, it's a long story."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "I have time."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "My friends and I came down for a week, you know. And basically its four of us, two guys and two girls. My girl friend brought her guy along and I don't even know where they are. And the other guy- he's gay. He hit it off last night with this cute Latino guy and they've gone back to his place. And I'm here, locked out of my own hotel room, waiting for them to come back."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "You tried calling them and all?"</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "I tried. But they are either not answering or switched off. So, I'm waiting here."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Till what time are you going to wait here?"</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "I don't know, till they come back."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Which is?"</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "I guess around noon. Then, I'm going to get some sleep."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "OK. How do you find Goa? And where are you from?"</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> In general, our conversation was simple and she told me that she was from Mumbai and was studying in a college there. Her friends had come down for the week as a vacation and there was no way she was going to get back into the room. We chatted for a while. I told her I was from Pune and doing my post graduate studies there and that I too was alone, but I had my own room. Soon, we began to flirt. She was hot, and didn't seem to mind my sweaty appearance. Fortunately, the aftershave was killing off most of the smell.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "So, have you been to the beach yet?" I asked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "We did walk by it."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "No, I mean to the beach. Into the sea."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "No. We might go this evening. If my friends return, that is."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Say, let's go for a swim."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "No way."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Come on, lets take a walk and we t our feet in the water at least."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "No, my dress will get spoilt. And I don't have sandals for the sand."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Neither do I. Lets go take a wash in the sea. Come on!" I said, and cast off my shoes and socks. My keys were at the reception and I was going to take a wash in the sea.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Shweta capitulated in my favor and took off her shoes and walked to the beach with me. I waded into the shallow water, and as the waves went over her ankles she seemed to want to turn back. I held her hand and coaxed her deeper, and she seemed willing to join me, as long as I went before her.We were in slightly deeper when I began to get really horny thoughts. The water had made her loose dress stick closer to her body, and her ass was being framed out by the water. Her breasts, although not wet, were being touched by the sea spray and were looking hornier. I wanted her, and considering the fact that I had nothing to lose, I did something really risky.Letting go of her hand, I jumped into the water and swam a few meters away. Thankfully, I had been a passable swimmer in school and showed it off.Shweta nearly screamed seeing me take off. I swam deeper, and then using my full height stood or floated in the water and began to shower her with sea water.Shweta didn't seem to mind it much and playfully began to throw some spray back at me. I had forgotten to take my lenses off before getting in, and the cheap disposable variety that they were, floated away the first moment my face hit the water. I was still able to see, but not so well. I continued to spray water at her, making her come into the water all the same.I liked the way things were going. Shweta's cleavage was in and out of the water, and her breasts were the kind that make you want to beg for milk. I continued to spray her, but realizing that without my glasses, I was weak, I dove under the water and came up on her left and began splashing water on her again.The game had become tinged with a lot of sexuality now. I cast off my shirt and threw it on the deserted beach, letting my hairy chest mingle in the water. Shweta seemed to be good at adapting. After a particularly harsh bit of water hit my eyes, blinding me for a few seconds, I stood up again, looking for her, and she seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly, water from my right hit me again, and she was there, throwing water at me.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I had enough and I dipped under water like a shark and grabbed her body and rose out of the water. Shweta was now in my arms, my left arm under her knees, my right under her neck and lifted her clean out of it.She laughed loudly and clung to me, and finding no shirt clung to my chest. We looked into each others eyes. Could there be more to this swim in the sea?</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "We should go." She said suddenly, and I understood.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Gently letting her down, we both waded out of the water, completely drenched. Shweta's hair, earlier shampooed and conditioned and what not was wet and sexy, like the rest of her body, which was framed out thanks to her dress.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We walked back to the restaurant where I signed my name for the drinks. The bartender quickly provided us with towels. I looked at Shweta and wondered how she was going to go anywhere with her body so wet.</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LwWn1kzSKT1zRtmxsTAOcIAORVWF2VIOdKJiREGBpLnNqabAdK1E5toD_KQu1CesmbrGScDiPZveDpp8yRpI_NjP3v0GLuPYTuDZ-qamLuFnNDQ6NRj_h-576XPIxFAOMDoZkf6lhQ/s1600/823819_vb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LwWn1kzSKT1zRtmxsTAOcIAORVWF2VIOdKJiREGBpLnNqabAdK1E5toD_KQu1CesmbrGScDiPZveDpp8yRpI_NjP3v0GLuPYTuDZ-qamLuFnNDQ6NRj_h-576XPIxFAOMDoZkf6lhQ/s1600/823819_vb.jpg" /></a></div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <br /></div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Hey, if your friends are not in, why you don't come back to my place, I'll give you something to wear." I offered. Lets face it, her dress was wet thanks to me.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "No, thanks. I'll be here."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Shweta, you're wet because of me. And you can't possibly stay out here in this condition for the next few hours. You'll catch a cold."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Well..." She seemed to contemplate.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "I'll be a real gentleman, I promise. Come with me."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Shweta agreed and gathered her stuff from the bartender and came with me. We walked soaking wet through the lobby, all eyes on the hot young thing with me as I picked up my keys from the front desk. We got into the lift and the bellboy smiled and took us to my floor.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We got back to my room and I quickly went through my cupboard looking for something clean for her. All the things that turned me on- the dim lighting the coziness of the room, the fresh, clean bed and blankets, the anonymity- all of it was there. Finally, I gave her a towel and asked her to go wash the sand off her body as I picked something out.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I picked out a pair of shorts and a t shirt, both mine for her. Although she'd look very odd in them, she'd still be in dry clothes and be clothed properly. I went to the bathroom and knocked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "The door is open, come in." she said from within.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "I, uh, picked out some clothes for you", I said, averting my eyes from the shower curtain that hid her body from view but threw a sexy silhouette in the morning sun.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Leave it on the hook, will you?" she asked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I left them on the hook. Right now, my dick and my brain were in a serious argument, about what to do. I wanted her bad, but I didn't know if she was just open minded or inviting me. I wondered if there was electricity between both of us, not just from my side. I couldn't take another rejection right now, I realized. Also, I had promised to be a gentleman.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Shweta finally came out wearing just her towel. She looked hotter than ever. Although she was a foot shorter than me, around 5'2, the towel strategically blocked off from view all that was needed, turning me on further.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Your clothes?" I asked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Oh, I couldn't really put them on in the bath without falling. You mind?"</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Not at all. I'll head in for a bath, excuse me."</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I headed into the shower myself, and stood naked under the water trying to wash away my shame. I was being a wanker, I knew that. Was this was got me dumped?I stood under the shower for a few more seconds and I heard a tap on the bathroom door. I wondered if Shweta had come in to pick up her dress, so I stood quietly behind the shower curtain, waiting for her to leave.The shower curtain moved aside and she looked at me with her sexy eyes.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "You mind if I join you?" she asked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My jaw fell. I had not been expecting this.She walked into the shower, her towel still wrapped around her body as she stood in front of me, hot water gently falling on her.I bent down as she reached up, and kissed her on her mouth, with a thirst and hunger that had built up in me for days.My tongue made its way into her mouth as water fell in between our faces. Her mouth was warm and tasted remotely of her drink, and she put her hand behind me, into my hair, and I put my right hand down and grabbed her ass.She seemed to moan as I did that. I grabbed her towel and pulled it off, throwing it aside. I cupped one of her breasts in my other hand, and felt it roughly, savoring the softness and firmness of it.As I kissed her down her neck and on her breasts, she grabbed my hard cock and began to jerk it. I moaned, and she pushed me away and got down on her knees and jerked it some more. Then, running her tongue bellow it, she flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned. My ex never went down on me, the bitch.Shweta sucked on it, moving up and down on it whilst maintaining the snug fit in her mouth. Although I was loving it, I had no intention of coming so soon. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and raised her up and kissed her mouth again.Then, putting my hands under her butt, I lifted her off the floor and carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom, as she easily put her legs around me and kissed me while I took her there.I took her to my bed and threw her on it abruptly, and she gave a little shriek of surprise as I moved towards her on her bed. I held Shweta's legs and moved towards her cunt, as she tried to playfully stop me.I held my head between her legs and breathed lightly on her cunt. Her back arched. I did it again. Her thighs closed around my head as she welcomed my tongue into her. I have always been a champ at going down on women, and I did my best, and it showed.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I held Shweta's hands down as I tongued her, and she protested. Finally, I let go of her hands and reached up to cup her breasts as she bucked against my face, harder and harder, making me go deeper and deeper.When I let go, she was flustered and horny, and waiting for more. I kissed her again, as she looked at me expectantly. Thankfully, Rishikesh had bought a large box of condoms and kept some in the cupboard which I quickly found and pulled one out of.With my ex, sex was a rare thing which was a kind of reward, something she hated to do. With Shweta, I was in bed with a woman who liked it as much as I did, and I was enjoying myself.I tried to tear the pack open, but Shweta took it from me. Her hands, being more nimble than mine, easily tore it open, pulled out the condom, and rolled it down my shaft, turning me on even more.I kissed Shweta again and fingered her cunt. She seemed to lose it then, as my finger explored her cunt before my cock would. She thrashed and moaned and begged me to get inside.I obliged.I pushed her leg aside and got between them as she tried to back away from me. Holding her head in place and kissing it, I gently rubbed my cock over her cunt and moved my pelvis back and forth. She moaned.The dry humping was turning her on, as she went wetter and wetter. She begged me again and again, and I finally entered her, giving her time to stretch out to my length and girth.Shweta's back arched as I entered her and stretched her out, and she moaned louder while her eyes rolled up in her head. Her hands were on my shoulders and arms, and her nails seemed to lightly cut into my skin as I began to shove the last couple of inches in.Finally in, she moaned her approval.I began to move in and out, slowly at first, helping her get used to my size. But she wanted it rougher.I held her hands over her head with force and kissed her, while I rammed repeatedly into her, filling her up. She moaned, and so did I.Her cunt was warm, tight and wet, unlike my ex. Fucking her was fucking heaven. It was awesome, as I rode her harder and harder, and she met my thrusts halfway."Yes, oh yes, oh god yes!" she moaned as I fucked her harder and harder.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She put her arms around me and her nails dug into my back, scarring 4 lines down on each side as her back arched and she came loudly, grabbing me harder than ever with her cunt. I moaned out loudly and came, my jism flooding into the condom as it was pumped out by my cock.I lay on top of her, still inside as my cock was still unwilling to soften.Finally, I rolled off her and pulled off the condom and put it into the ashtray. Shweta snuggled up close to me and put her head on my shoulder, her hands touching my hairy chest.I touched the bedside table and found the door card. On one side, it read 'Please clean my room". I figured we needed it, considering how both of us had made a mess of the bed with our wet bodies and burning passion.I turned it over, and read my favorite part about doing it in a hotel: Do Not Disturb.I smiled looking at it.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "We're going to need that a lot now, won't we?" Shweta asked.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I had a fun vacation from then onwards. And my ex? Who cares?</div> </div>

Do Not Disturb

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Sex With Unsatisfied Kalpana

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Hi N8story readers, this krazy k from tirupati, i came to know about this site from my friends at the age 18 now iam 22 presently completed my graduation.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Coming to the story this incident happened between me and kalpana about two months ago in chitivel village, kadapa dist. , six months ago i have placed an ad in free classifieds site about my interest about married aunties by placing my phone number, but days went off there is no response from any one, one day i  was in my college library i got a call from a new number which is not  present in my contacts, when i lifted i no one responded then again i called to that number but same no response from other site, builded so many questions in my brain like who is that? is it girl or boy ?</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> After one day i again got a call from that same number, when i attained it a sweet female voice answer that ' r u karthik' by listening those words from that sweet voice i am in heaven and answer yes this is karthik, for that she said that she came through my ad in a website and asked me that ' r u interested on me' for that i immediately answered yes .</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She gave her another mobile number on she came to explain her name is kalpana from chitvel, rajampeta. and he got married at the age of 19 with a man who is working in Dubai and used to visit her once in two years and now she is 23 starving for the sex from last 1.5 years like that.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Daily she used to call me for phone sex and asking my dick size, my tastes and her fantasies like that, actually my dick is 6in long and 1.8 in thick.  she send her recent photos to mail address by looking on her photo i got stunned to her beauty and freshness in her face as she is still 23, u know frnds she is looking like actress gouri munjal ( actress in Bunny movie) she is having plumpy figure and bulged ass.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> By seeing her photos i got enthusiastic to fuck her as early as possible, and explained my situation to her, for that she told that she is also waiting for the same reply from me. first i called to her and said that ' come to tirupati first and then we both will go to your own place , as it was difficult to recognise her place in that village'  for that she readily accepted and told me that she is going to arrive tirupati in the next morning 9 am.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> By listening her reply that night i didnt slept for the whole night by imaging the company of kalpana in my fantasies, on the  next morning 8 am i went to tirupati bus stand and wait for my dream girl in rajampeta stopping, at 9.15 am a bus came from rajampeta via. chitivel  there is a young beautiful girl stepping out from the bus and looking around the bus stand for some one, by clear observation of her face i got to know that she is kalpana, and then i confirmed by calling her number, for my luck she is kalpana.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She signaled me to step in to another bus going to chitvel which is empty in backside, then immediately i went inside the bus and kept a seat for her, immediately the bus driver taken out the bus from the stand , for my luck there is very few members in the bus that too old people, then i signaled her to come back, after taking ticket she came to me and sat besides me and in a sudden she hugged me and placed a kiss on my lips, by seeing her acts i know that she is severely starving for a partner in her life.</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovQHH7yMyWjLdnfAkOykm56Ua9lRGFUpiEOUa8zeJV9SAi1zf0b_EjFJ9_EZiiBpGcHSWqzcJcKFJyST_LgJ8IGMymGvfZC3gSpkIogY_MzUrTOgU9BXPbTWNYn-7vgC3hUokyV8-p9M/s1600/sexbook.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovQHH7yMyWjLdnfAkOykm56Ua9lRGFUpiEOUa8zeJV9SAi1zf0b_EjFJ9_EZiiBpGcHSWqzcJcKFJyST_LgJ8IGMymGvfZC3gSpkIogY_MzUrTOgU9BXPbTWNYn-7vgC3hUokyV8-p9M/s200/sexbook.PNG" width="200" /></a></div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <br /></div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then immediately i responded to her kiss and kissed her whole face and neck and hands, legs. she is looking like a white angel and sexy too, she asked me to make a foreplay with in the bus itself, for that i readily removed her chudi pant and kept my hand inside and started exploring her pussy, i got some vibrations when i touched her pussy lips and immediately i started sucking her pussy lips with my mouth and for the first time i am sucking a women's pussy in real , it continued for 10 min. then she stopped me and said continue it in my room , then she opened my zip and remove my dick , by seeing my dick she is very happy and told me that ' when ever u said u r dick size i thought that its fake but its huge for my pussy my dear krazy k.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then immediately she taken my dick in to her hot lips and sucked for 10 min for her vigorous sucking my dick exploded my hot into her mouth, she taken it entire into her and said that u r cum is very tasty like anything. by listening to her word i immediately kissed her. on this process our destination came , first i went to toilet in the bus stand and then i followed her and finally we reached to her house where she lives along with her old mother in law who is in her bed due her sickness. i went inside from the back door of her house.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Whenever i entered into her room it was full ac in the room and smells with fragrance of jasmines, immediately she removed her dress only with her undys she taken me into her bathroom and removed my dress and cleaned my body and vice versa mine to her.  then we came to her bed and i started kissing her entire body with full excitement as it was first time to me, i kissed on her belly, and sucked her boobs with more care like a baby and looking to her face to see her expressions while sucking.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I continued for 20 min and then i started sucking her pussy by parting her legs wide and buried my entire face into her pussy and playing with her ass hole and biting her pussy lips with excitement for this acts she is moaning heavily. then i went on top of her and kissed for a while and started massaging her clitoris and  making her erotic and made her fully violent and then i started rubbing my dick to her clitoris and making her more and more erotic and then</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I started entering my dick into her pussy for the first time i am feeling a females pussy, as it was already used pussy it made me easy to enter in to her pussy with few strokes  my dick completely entered in to her pussy and i started fucking action by giving hard strokes to her and making her moans louder with my strokes with in 15 mts we both got erotic orgasms , then i completely licked her pussy juices with more enthusiasm and love on kalpana. she asked me to cum in her pussy itself that she have contraceptive pills in her room.</div> <div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> On that day we did four times sex in doggy style, 69 position and missionary style and completely satisfied her, from that day onwards when ever i have leave for my college i step in to her house from back door and enjoying her  body with free of cost and safety , young pussy.</div> </div>

Sex With Unsatisfied Kalpana

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