She had never intended the sex -- never mind how intense and liberating it had felt - to linger on. Her nephew, now 19, had lost his concentration and appetite for studies with his mind suffused with thoughts of the warm embrace of Saroja Manni. He remembered her hands on his cock and lusted for more than just handling. His brother had been luckier with her...
Chapter 03: Another Step Towards Womanhood The contrast was obvious to Binita. Every single time her husband Pritam drew her into his arms, she could feel those arms as being lean and non --muscular; the arms of a pen-pusher in a city office. As she ground chillies in the kitchen assisting her mother-in-law, she extended that thought even to the young men s...
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 que...
Aruna sighed, tossing in her bed unable to settle down for the night. She regretted having fucked her Uncle Sudhir. But her reasons were different from what one might have imagined. Aruna had only recently got married. She and her husband Gopi were both fairly young; she 22 and he was just 25. Gopi was inexperienced but had all the passion and desire that...
At first Sheila suspected nothing. Sham, the neighboring 19-year old who had become her latest toy-boy was busy lapping up at her pussy. She had taught him how to and she had taught him well. Like she had taught all the others before Sham. She had always had a string of lovers, even when she and her husband were stationed in the same place. It was a tacit...
Sheila smiled inwardly. She was smiling because unknown to Sham, he had called on her at the quietest time in her house. It had meant things in the past – a male interlude at the quiet time. But that was a different world. She had been pleasuring herself on her private garden on the rooftop. Unknown to her, a nineteen year old in the neighbourhood had spot...
"Where is Arvind?" the man at the door shouted. He must have been about seventy years old. He was wearing a shirt and a dhoti, which is a white cloth worn around the waist in South India and covers the lower part of the body all the way down to the toes. Saroja heard the noises outside and came rushing from the kitchen. Who was this asking for her husband s...
(Note to readers: this story continues the Sunita/Uncle Shom series. It incorporates situations that readers have said they want to see develop between the two. All stories are self contained and can be read on their own. That is the reason I prefer not to serially number them. Those who wish to read the previous episode should look up "Uncle Shom and Sunita...
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 mau...
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 secre...