Hiking in the Mountains

Mom had promised me that she and I would celebrate my eighteenth birthday at our cabin by the mountainside. I was eagerly looking forward for the occasion. I had always loved to visit our old little cabin, situated at the foothills. I also knew that perhaps it would be our last holidaying together for this season.

With the winters were about to go, but the whether was still very cold. We all were looking forward for the upcoming summers. Within weeks the weather would slowly start getting warm and pleasant, it would not be long, before our small hillside town would be flocked by tourists.

Mom would be very busy for the remaining season. Mom was a tourist guide as well as a rock-climbing coach. During the lean seasons, she worked part time at a local gym, teaching fat rich ladies the art of getting slim. However, in the summers, she would take a break from her gymnasium and do what she liked most, hiking and teaching people about rock climbing and mountaineering.

Our little town is a major tourist destination, for the nature lovers and the fun seeking freaks, who wouldn't mind spending a few extra bucks for enjoying and learning mountaineering, and mom was certainly good at it. There is another reason, why she loved her summer job very much; it gave her a chance to earn quite a handsome amount during the season, sometimes sufficient to support her and I, for the remaining months of the year.

The Saga of Incest. Ch - 01

 Hi! I am Zaheer Ahmed, the only child in my small family that belongs to the upper middle class in Hyderabad, India. My father, Mr. Zafar Ahmed, aged 42 years, is a successful mechanical engineer, working in the gulf for a very reputed multinational company and my mother, Mrs. Rubina Zafar Ahmed (Ruby, as she is mostly called), aged 38 years, is a typical housewife, whose daily routine is to do household works in the day and watching the tv serials in the evening.

This incident took place when I was just a teenage boy and has given my 12th standard exams. I wanted to become a mechanical engineer just like my dad. I was waiting for the results and then to join a good engineering college in our city, Hyderabad for the coming three months I was completely free. Daily i used to go to play cricket in a park nearby and at evenings I used to watch TV with my mom Ruby and before sleeping the only thing that came to my mind was watching porn on my computer.

I could easily get the opportunity to do so as I had a separate big room of my own. Till now my life was as normal as any teenager. My mom is a very fair lady, with nice assets and without any fat belly and i always wondered how my father could stay away from her in some other country.

As most women in our community, she always used to wear the shalwar kameez dress at home and sarees at parties and nighty at night. She completely looked like a fairy if she wears all white colored clothes.
I always wished that my wife would be as beautiful as my mom but I never thought of her in the sexual way but little did I know that this incident will completely change my thinking and life.

Wife Cheating Husband For First Time

 My husband and I are loving couple; people often said that we are made for each other. Some also said that our marriage is indeed one that was made in heaven. Ours is also a love marriage; we were in relationship since we were in college and we remain in relationship for ten years till we finally enter into wedlock.

No doubt during those ten unstable time; our relationship experiences its own ups and down and we breakup many times especially when I move to another city to pursue my studies. But overall we have a stable relationship since we first fell in love with each other.

After our marriage too, we have a happy marriage live with occasional misunderstanding that every family is experiencing. My husband weakness is that he is a short tempered man and he gets angry even at a slightest provocation, this is the only problem that I had with him.

I have nothing to complaint about our sex life too; we have a good sex life since we start having sex when we were both teenagers. I think we first have sex when I was just sixteen and my husband was seventeen then and since we first had sex; we made love at every available opportunity.

Busty Indian Mother Submits to Son

In their youth, Raja and Anaya were full of promise and optimistic about the future, but the years weren't kind. Despite Raja's accounting degree, they struggled to make ends meet. This was a problem unfortunately compounded by the birth of their son, Sai. Anaya wished to contribute to the family funds, but it wasn't viable with a child to raise and Raja wouldn't allow it in any capacity. Raja saw putting a roof over their heads and food on the table as his responsibility alone, just like his father.

To find suitable work, they were forced to move from their family and friends to a dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the capital. Anaya did her best to make the ramshackle house feel like a home. Raja held down two jobs for a time and his pride prevented him from taking handouts from his parents. Anaya was more willing to seek aid and kept the extra money secret.

As the years passed, Raja became spiteful of his lot in life and not achieving his potential. Instead of taking out his frustrations on his family, Raja became more reserved and seemed to shrink into his cheap grey suit. Raja's relationship with Anaya crumbled, and their marital bed fell silent. Raja wasted time trying to crawl his way up the corporate ladder and make a name for himself, while neglecting Anaya and Sai.

Helping My Mother-in-law

“Six years is a long time.” I said it matter-of-factly, but inside I as stirred. Six years ago, my father-in-law had passed away after a short battle with cancer. He left behind two daughters, both married and in their early-twenties at the time, and a wife who was 42 at the time. My wife, Sandhya, had that perky, slightly upturned nose that her mom and grandmother both had. I remember the first time I saw her in a bathing suit…it was actually a photograph that I’ve kept ever since. The pleasant woman were blessed with elegance. They had no single outstanding feature, but they were perfectly proportioned and had an air of elegance without the haughty air of sophistication.

My wife, Sandhya, and I had been married for nearly two years when her father died, and we had been married 8 at the time of this story. I worshipped her body. Her hips were not slim, but they were not wide. They were well portioned and rounded. I often would sit at work and long for the feel of pulling her hips toward me as I entered her from behind. I was also taken by the curve of the small of her back, the delicate line of her jaw, the perfect size of her 38 C breasts in my hands and the musty aroma that aroused me whenever I had the pleasure of treating her to oral sex. When I first met her, my wife’s sister was a bit more trim and a bit more delicate than Sandhya; however, over these years, my wife had become progressively more refined, slender and appealing to the eye. My sister-in-law had done the opposite. She had let herself go.

The Guidance of Nephews - Part 2

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Worship: But Not The Planned One

You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.

But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily. He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree. She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him.

She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?

And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name. She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her. And not all those brushes and crushes seemed forced; now here was that cock rubbing itself on her ample, rounded ass, even pausing between her buttocks for an extra rub. Her reaction was somewhere between bubbling desire and revulsion.

A Girl Chooses a Coach

Sudhir sat in his corner of the large hall that served as his house's living-cum-dining room and watched the young girl bounce about. Aruna, his 22-year old niece had recently got married and had just come back from her brief honeymoon visiting her mother, and both mother and daughter had dropped by at their house to say hello.

Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn't seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men -- even if those men are relatives.

That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty -- the nature of that interaction changed.

Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.

And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would insist on a proximity that bordered on intimacy. And yet, the girl behaved as if sex did not exist. Nothing else could explain her behavior as a teenager -- right though her teens -- and right up to the days leading up to her wedding day.

A Thakur and His Bahu - Part 2

Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate Holi

Holi, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day.

In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds.

Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking bhaang, an intoxicating drink derived from hemp and also from drinking other local brews and good old Scotch whiskey. All of this flows freely among the men folk on Holi as the afternoon wears on. This is the day you could prevail upon your target woman to take a large gulp of one of the intoxicants. You may not be around when the shot hits her, but some other intoxicated woman might be, or your target woman might come around later, still more drunk, her dress in greater disarray.

It was Holi and everything was fair game.

A Thakur and His Bahu - Part 1

Chapter 01: A Thakur Challenges Her Womanhood

The marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy's father, Thakur Hari Singh, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple's future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders.

But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord, the Thakur had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to become a grandfather and that his newly married son should set about propagating the clan forthwith.

This announcement was made at a gathering of the two extended families. Binita, the bride-to-be was expected to sit in on the proceedings only to know what was expected of her and not to respond, react or offer comment. But her father had not brought her up in that manner, even though socially they were from a family that would be expected to be subservient to the Thakur. To her father, the escape from the social inferiority lay in higher education. He sent his daughter Binita to the best of schools in the town and later to a larger city in a hostel. Now, at the age of twenty, she was among the best educated from the village.

A Royal Impregnation

It was inconceivable that the people should know the Maharaj (King) was impotent. He could have adopted one like many kings do. But the political fragility of his rule did not permit him to make a public admission of this all too human failing.

The first thought was that the senior queen may have been infertile. It was decided then that the other lesser queens should be tried. Before doing this, the King had to send word to the Principal Queen's father who was the powerful King of a neighboring country. Important political alliances could be upset by careless handling of such issues as which queen is to bear the crown prince.

Maharani couldn't believe all of this. The Royal bed was the scene of many a battle but he had been on the receiving side. The Maharani engaged in sexual politics to retain her position as the Chief Queen; she wanted that not only in the legal sense but also in the marital sense. He had responded to her moves and yet, the truth was he couldn't impregnate her. Then again on reflection she felt it was she who was more aggressive than him in bed. His penis was slender, but she knew that had nothing to do with impotence.

New Beginnings

When he reached out and grabbed her wrist it was a spontaneous act.

Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.

His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.

Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.

His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.

Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.

No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way.

Uncle Shom and Sunita

Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts.... A rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own husband Kunal to orgasm. That was how she managed Kunal, when she needed to and it never took Kunal too long to come.

But Shom Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. It seemed a full fist and the head was jutting well beyond the clenched fist. Sunita felt her throat catch, and the dryness in breathing coming from excitement. She felt a release of fluid between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably.

Uncle was now hunched over. Hard strokes with the hand flying over the pillar of flesh he caressed lovingly. Then after a few short ones his head was thrown back and she heard the groan of satisfaction in the release and frustration at being alone by himself. He shook shuddered and spasmed, for several long seconds as he came. Sunita watched in fascination as his body jerked. As the elderly man thrust, jerked and slowed down, she heard him exhale with a long and deep sigh. Satisfaction. And then a shudder and a stifled moan.

Breaking Barriers

It was not their fault that they were spotted by him while pleasuring themselves shamelessly. Nor was it his fault – he had not planned on spying on the young housewife that was his tenant.

Either way, as Narain slowly climbed down the metal stairway he saw and was transfixed by the sight of Shanthi, his tenant's young wife, pinching her own nipples and mauling her breasts while a woman had her head busy between the her legs.

He was over 70 years and he had cursed his luck for having to climb to the third floor to where the water tanks were. There was no place left to dry his clothes and no one to help him either. He had slowly climbed one step at a time, hung out his clothes to dry and was climbing down, wrapped in only a thin bathing towel.

Since few ever came to the rooftop and still fewer climbed that metal ladder to the third roof, the women had thought themselves safe from discovery so long as the room door was shut.

But the elevation of the stairway allowed Narain a full view through the ventilation window. The woman who he considered young enough to be his daughter was opened out and in a sexual position he did not know could exist, certainly not between two women as far as he knew.

Across Rooftops

Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest in the area no one could really spot her. She had built her house in a style to remind of her Shillong days; that was not so easy considering that this South Indian city was rapidly losing its greenery.

And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.

Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.

Confession of a Desi housewife

My story happened about a year before. My name is Sakunthala. I am 36 now and even now I am considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, i own desi large breasts (38 d), bit flabby stomach and especially my firm booty and thighs draw more attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them. I'm not really old fashion but I normally used to be in the traditional south Indian saree.

My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so we decided that I will take care of the house. We have a two kids. They both are in the school. It was during such time, I happened to meet Akmez. He is distant relative of my husband. He is related to my husband's sister. He might be around 27, very energetic and masculine. When my husband's sis came to India, she stayed at our house. That time, Akmez for the first time came to our house. He is a good looking person with good body and very charming face. He is very talkative by nature and cut some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality.

As the time passed, his visit to our house became regular, even after my husband's sister's family left abroad. He started to visit at least once a week on weekend and used to for the complete day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that everyone, even my husband started to accept Akmez as one among our closed ones.

Me and my father-in-law

I am Seema. It's my first time to talk to you all so forgive me if I make mistakes. I am about 35 and married for the last 10 years. All these years my husband and me had nice sex life and he really can satisfy me. Of late we both started reading erotic literature on the Internet and read many stories on husband watching his wife getting fucked by other men. To tell you the truth we both were tremendously aroused after reading these type of stories. We started talking about it while having sex and the effect it made on our pleasure was very astonishing. Just thinking of getting fucked by other men aroused me to my peak and my hubby Sunil had instant erection just talking about this. He used to talk about any of his friend fucking me in front of him and sometimes strangers too.

This led to some imagination of my own. Now to come to the point I am staying with his parents, my Father-in-law and Mother-in-law. My father-in-law is 59 years of age and still very active. He has lots of friends and is very jolly fellow, always cutting some jokes and laughing nicely. He is medium built and look younger than his age. His name is Ravi. He wears specs but that adds to his personality. He is very jolly and laughs a lot. I could say that his sex life was still active with his wife, though I have never seen them in actual sexual act. But his behavior told me this. I have seen him without a banian many times and I observed lots of hair on his back. I have read some where that men who had hair on the back were sexually very active and I loved this. That was my father-in-law!

As I had told you I started to imagine my father-in-law to be the other man who fucks me. Initially I just tried to avoid such thoughts but I could not! Every time we have sex it was my father in law I imagined to be fucking me. That was just imagination friends! And that made me cum several times. I never told this to my husband Sunil but it was my own secret. Ohhh god! Was I pervert? How such thoughts of getting fucked by my own father-in-law came in my mind?

My Mother (with illustrations)

It happened about 10 years ago. I was 16 years old and my mother was 39 years old. We were living in a modest colony. My father was a government employee. Now he is retired.

My mother used to fight a lot with my father about his supposed involvement with another woman and we had to suffer a lot on that account. I have one more sibling. Because of the frequent fights, relatives and neighbours distanced from us. I was maturing at age 16 and used to understand a lot of sexual content spoken in the fight and I would say I had become very much matured, a way ahead of my age. I used to fantasize about women.

Because of our seclusion from people, we were more and more living alone. My other sibling was way younger to me. He was 8 years old back then. My mother a housewife and was left alone most of the time at home. It all started with my own dirty instincts.

Room Number 69

This real life experience happened to me three years ago. At that time I had just started working in a shoe-making factory in Tamilnadu, as an accountant. I was twenty-four, unmarried, and had no experience in matters of sex, whatsoever. I mean, I used to think about having sex and I used to masturbate. But I had never had any real experience with a woman. For one thing, I was shy. Another, I abhorred the very thought of having sex with a prostitute. But sexual desire in me was there in plenty. I was masturbating almost every night, and I was also wondering if that was affecting my health adversely. 

I was a friendly guy at my workplace. Everyone liked me because I had a good sense of humor. I was from Kerala and I was not able to speak Tamil well. But I was picking up fast. There was one other malayalee in our company, a boy of nineteen named Shiju. He ran errands and did odd jobs. He was of a poor background. He was not a talkative person. And, even though we belonged to the same state, we were not friends in the real sense. We knew each other, that’s all. From my side, I had never let him feel that I was keeping a distance from him because of our positions, me an accountant and him a mere labourer in the factory. The fact was that he was not friendly with anyone. He was an aloof sort of creature.