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Slutty housewife Gangbanged sex story

Slutty housewife Gangbanged sex story

Gangbanged sex story

Slutty housewife Gangbanged sex story presents

I am Manisha, a slutty housewife with a curve line of 36DD-34-36. I live with my hubby Saurabh . we had been dating since long time before getting married and thus we are more like buddies rather than a couple I must say . I am 28 years old and Saurabh is 29. Being together for such long time gets us both feel free to each other and with the time I came to know Saurabh is equally or even more kinkier than me. He has a massive 8 inches dick to ram me day and night. I will write this story in both English and hindi in between as it happened in real life. And It will be divided into few parts. Also we are open to single guys and couples who would like to try their luck can email us which is given at the end of story.

Let’s Start now. One night we were having our regular sex after being quite drunk and horny , saurabh expressed the desire of spicing our sex life into more kinky way . I got my way to open up to him and told him that even I want it badly and want to be submissive slut.. He had a grin smile on his face and got me into doggy pose and rammed his massive dick and fucked the hell out of me. And that night changed our live into many ways that you would get to know .
Next day morning , we both got up naked and cuddling each other.
“So what my kinky girl is looking for ?” he asked.
“I want to be a submissive slut for you and take your orders anywhere anytime as you ask me” I replied caressing his dick.
“Would you like to take another guy having longer dick then me?” he grunted crushing my boobs and kissing me.
“I would love to , if that pleases you I don’t mind getting fucked by another guy.” I answered before going down and took his cock in my mouth for a morning massage. He cummed into my mouth with jet forces and said “you are such a cock teaser” (more…)

My sexy Step sister’s Hot sex story

My sexy Step sister’s Hot sex story

My New Stepsister I was eleven years old when my parents got divorced. My mother immediately remarried and moved us from our sleepy Florida town to a city up north, into the new family’s big old house in the suburbs. We were thrown into an entirely new situation that included a new stepfather, a cat, three dogs, and, best of all, my new stepsister, Linda. She was just six weeks older than me and had been an only child, so we became instant friends. She introduced me to the kids in the ‘hood… and some other things. I don’t know whether it was from my having been to a Catholic elementary school or what, but she couldn’t believe how naive I was.I knew about the “S” word, but had never heard it spoken aloud — until she said it, causing me to gasp in shock. When she said the “F” word, I didn’t bat an eye, because I had never even heard of it. Then she explained what it meant, and at first I couldn’t believe her. My mom? And your Dad? Do that? No way! After mulling it over for a while, I found that it might be an explanation for some things I had already observed. When I questioned my mother, I could tell by her evasive choice of words and her attitude that it was the truth. Now curious, I pumped Linda for more information. Soon she enriched my vocabulary with some more choice words and expressions, such as BONER and BLOWJOB. Whether from the erotic suggestion, or from my natural progression into adolescence, soon I began to get my own boners.I can remember having often played “doctor” in the past, with anyone that would join me; but this new combination of Linda, her budding young body, her sexual knowlege, her lack of inhibitions, and my newfound boners — this was a whole new ballgame. Eventually, as with all adolescent boys, I began sporting wood about every few minutes, whether I wanted to or not. Sometimes I would run excitedly from my room into hers and, closing the door, I would show it to her, proudly, sticking right up out of my pj’s. She would grab it and stroke it gently, which felt great. One time she even popped it into her mouth, which was REALLY fabulous. I would love to entertain you with a nice detailed blowjob story, but the truth is that I was an almost hairless young boy who had never had an orgasm yet, and it was only for a few seconds, anyway. But time marched on and hair grew.You My friend Carl showed me how to jerk off by rubbing the head of my dick with a soft blanket, and I have been pretty well hooked ever since. (These days I don’t use a blanket, and, thanks to my wife, it’s more like once a month now instead of five times a day!) By the time we were fourteen, I began CRAVING some real sex. Unfortunately, Linda had matured faster and was beginning to distance herself from me, whether in favor of actual dates with boyfriends or because she had real titties now. In any case, she was becoming more inhibited and unwilling to play, just when I was starting to really get revved up. I will never know how far she went with these dates, because she wouldn’t even divulge this type of information anymore. But one thing was sure: she still had an itch that needed scratching. I knew this for a fact, because of a weird little game that we developed — at least I THINK it was a game… I never cared much for backrubs, but Linda seemed to love them. Since our parents were always out partying on Saturday nights (but were too cheap to get a sitter), we would often both be home with a bowl of popcorn, on her bed in her room watching the “Double Chiller Theatre” monster movies. For spooky ambience, the only light would be from the little black and white TV set, and we’d be in our pj’s, ready to jump into our beds and feign sleep instantly when we heard our parents stumble in. Linda would ask, “Give me a backrub, wouldja?” I can still replay the scene in my mind’s eye, as if it were happening right now. She had been sitting cross-legged to my right on the edge of her bed, but now she pivots and stretches her legs out behind me. She flops over onto her stomach, resting her head on her arms and facing the TV. Her firm little butt is just touching mine. I reach up under her pajama top and begin to scratch her back gently with my fingernails, making little circles around her shoulder blades. I gradually widen the circles to include her shoulders and the center of her back. Eventually I use my fingers and the flat of my hand to press firmly against her. This causes her pajama top to ride up, baring about half of her back and confirming my suspicions that she is not wearing a bra. I continue rubbing her, all over her back. Her eyes are closed, the monster movie forgotten. I gently ask, “Linda?” and get no response. Is she asleep? I am not sure; let’s find out. I know that she would never let me feel her up if she were awake. I very slowly work my left hand down to under her armpit, massaging all the way. As I continue even further down her ribcage, soon I am at the place where her left breast swells out. I am gently but excitedly stroking the soft skin at the side of her tittie. Her boobs may not be Playboy-huge, but they are right here, right now, soft and warm and smooth and infinitely more accessible than any glossy paper image. They are only like grapefruit halves, but I get a huge lump in my throat as I squint in the dim TV glow and see the smooth curvature that I am caressing. From her position of lying on her stomach, the boob sort of squooshes out to the side, further accenting the exciting roundness.I gently probe under the smooth swell with my fingertips, in hopes of touching the nipple. It is too tight a fit, and I don’t want to wake her and spoil this moment. I wonder if the right one is better situated? I snake my right hand over to her right side, only to find the same position. I can’t reach her nipple just now, not this way, but I am practically trembling with excitement anyway. Just caressing the soft skin on the sides of her titties has caused me to get a raging boner. Technically, this isn’t a “back” rub anymore, so I make sure I am prepared to retreat fast if she wakes up and says anything. But her eyes are still shut tightly and her breathing is even and smooth. I reach under her left forearm and, very gently, pull up slightly as my other hand snakes gently under towards the nipple.My heart stops as she mumbles! She separates her arms and twists over onto her right side, bending her knees slightly behind me. Her pajama top is still halfway up her chest. She still appears to be sleeping soundly. Now I can stroke my hand slowly up her side under the pajama top, stopping at the curve of her breast. I keep softly rubbing her, not yet working up to the coveted nipple. This is partly due to a lack of courage ( I really don’t want to get caught and piss her off) and partly due to a bothersome question: is what I’m doing a form of rape? Of my various fantasies, my violent raping of a woman is not one I particularly enjoy. Even though I may still be a virgin, in my heart I’m a lover, not a fighter. I have to admit that certain movie rape scenes have caused a twinge in my dick; still, it ranks way on down near the bottom of the list, right near the one where I pop some other guy’s dick in my mouth. Yes, a few of these thoughts may have crashed some of my fantasy parties, but they were never invited. I like to think that I don’t have a violent or malicious bone in my body. If anything, I love Linda and will admit it, if pressed. However, one specific bone in my body is throbbing almost painfully. Yes, even at my tender age of fourteen I am already learning the life lesson about thinking with my little head. Slowly but surely, I inch my fingertips up over the curve of her left breast. At last I find the little bump, sticking up firmly. It feels nothing like mine, which are just little flaps of limp skin. Her nipple is more like part of an ear — hard but pliable. I rub it between my thumb and fingers, and it gets even harder and bigger. Linda shifts a little bit and emits a little moan. Quickly, I jerk my hand back and put it in my lap on top of my throbbing dick. As I watch her, Linda still seems to be sleeping. I notice that she is clenching her thighs together a bit; I can see the flexing of her left thigh and her butt muscles. She then shifts again, just a little bit, so that her left leg bends some more, gently kneeing me in the back, and her right leg straightens out some. This is great news, because my desire to feel her tits was nothing compared to my desire to investigate her pussy. She is wearing these little shorty pajama bottoms which have elastic on the legs. I try to shift around sideways to get better access with my hand, but there isn’t room on the bed anymore. I guess I’ll just sit on the floor, but first I kneel up and over her thighs and gently pull the elastic band up from her exposed left leg. I slowly snake my right hand up under the fabric. Her bare skin feels really hot and smooth. I am so excited now that I feel I could squirt in the air without even a single touch to my dick. My hand continues up to the curve of her butt. I find I have to move my elbow almost down to her knee to contort my arm enough to continue up under the elastic barrier; of course, this does not deter me. I slowly move up over the curve until my hand is cupping her left cheek. Then I slowly spin it down, sideways, into her crack. The fabric is partially in my way now, but, with the progress that my fingertips have made, I can feel extreme heat and the fuzzy edges of her pubic hair. I gently let go of the legband from my left hand so that it rests up on my right forearm. I move it over her butt and tug the crotch down and away from her pussy area. She actually quivers a little bit in her sleep, which helps make it happen! My right hand is now touching the back end of her labia, through the fuzz. [/size] I have never been this far with a girl before, although I guess it doesn’t really count since we’re not making out or anything. I start to trail my right fingertips down over her fuzzy pussy lips, watching her face carefully in case she wakes up. Her mouth is open a little bit and she is breathing audibly, but not with a sound sleep type of slow rhythm. Her butt is starting to quiver a little, as though she may be cold. Should I cover her up with a blanket? Instead I keep working my fingertips around over her labia, all the way to the front of her pussy, where it gets seriously hairy. I move back up and over the mysterious folds toward her butt again, and this time I detect a spot that feels a little bit slippery.I start rubbing my finger back and forth where it slides so easily, and freeze as Linda makes a little moaning noise. She is quivering a lot more now and sort of working her left leg back and forth slightly as though she were running in place. Her eyes are firmly shut. I continue rubbing, but my eyes are glued to hers, just in case. As I slip up and down the slick spot on her pussy lips, the slippery area starts to grow. My fingertips travel farther as the available distance increases. Linda continues to quiver. I then notice that my finger is actually slipping down between some of the folds. I am still rubbing back and forth, but within the folds now. I press inwards to try to get inside, but… no dice. I move back up to the top of the folds and discover another inner space, even wetter. This time my fingers slide in easily; it’s even wetter in here.My middle and ring fingers are in up to the nails. Linda makes a little whimper and her quivering is a little bit more jerky and sporadic, not like a shiver from the cold. I withdraw my ring finger and insert my middle finger up to the first knuckle, but my arm is getting to be really contorted now, and her top leg is kind of in the way. I put my left hand down behind her top knee and gently tug it up so that her legs are more spread apart, watching her face the whole time. She slides the leg right up, no problem, but her pajama bottoms are tending to move with her and shrinking what little room I had. Reluctantly, I completely withdraw my hand, but at least her left leg is now about ninety degrees up from her lower leg, almost at the edge of the bed. My knees are killing me, but in all the excitement I hadn’t noticed. There is now room for me up on the bed, between her legs and below her left foot. I move up there, behind her. This time I go for her lower, straight right leg, by grabbing the fabric from the crotch area and gently pulling it out away from her. There is more room to move here; in fact, I think I can pull the elastic out far enough to see her pussy. The light from the TV is not enough to see very well, but I stick my head right down there to look. All I can see is a mass of dark curly hair, but… Oh, my God, the heavenly smell! It hadn’t even occurred to me that I would be able to smell it. My nose is very sensitive; maybe I could have been a winetaster, if only I liked wine. I am completely bowled over by the aroma that those slippery juices are giving off. If I hadn’t loved Linda before, I fall head over heels now. I move closer and closer to her secret perfume spot with my face, inhaling the air deeply. Later I would learn that the buzz I am enjoying is caused by a group of chemicals called pheremones, but right now I can’t care about a single thing, except to not wake Linda up and shut off the source of this divine fragrance.As I get even closer to her pussy, I can see a little better. I can barely make out the labia, which are sort of puffed up and out, not like my little sister’s when I saw her in the bathtub. I have the elastic pulled as far as possible out to her bent left leg in an attempt to get as close as possible. I am on my knees, bent down with my butt in the air and my face inches from her pussy. My aching dick feels like it is made of stone. I am having a hard but intoxicating time, trying to inhale as deeply as possible without exhaling so much that she will feel my breath on her. I decide to get really daring, and I stick my tongue out to touch her labia. From this close, the aroma is making my head spin into total euphoria. I move even closer and lick gently up and down.I can hear Linda moan, so I jerk upright; her eyes are still shut tight, although she is writhing and humping her lower body slightly. I get back down and slowly poke my tongue in as far as I can manage at this awkward angle. My nose goes right up to her butthole, but the pussy aroma is all I can notice, all I live for at this moment. Linda moans and straightens her bent left leg, forcing my head out quickly, and giving me a heart attack. She wiggles around, squirming until she has bent both legs and pointed her butt up into the air, sleeping like a little baby! Is she awake, or sound asleep? After waiting a long minute (maybe ten seconds?) I grab her butt gently and wait for a response. Nothing. I grab the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slowly pull them down, past her hips, and then over the curve of her butt. I can get them all the way down to past the legbands. Her pussy is fully exposed now, and I can see it better with the improved angle. The labia are still mysterious to me, with their secretive folds, but at least there are now two distinct halves visible. I take my middle finger and gently plunge it between these halves. To my great delight and surprise, she wiggles back on it, impaling it further than I would have even dared to stick it in! She is moaning and quivering now, with my finger up her pussy. The rest of my fingers are in the way of further penetration, so I remove the middle one and insert my index finger instead.She moans and wiggles back on it, even more! The walls of her pussy feel like the softest slippery silk, like the inside of a tight but deep toothless mouth. I curve my finger a bit to investigate this new territory. About an inch up, I can feel a somewhat round shape towards the front. I am guessing that this must be the so-called cherry; it is just the right shape and size. How interesting — it is not a resisting barrier. I guess she must have gone all the way already with someone. It feels as though another finger might fit in her, so I pull my index out and add my middle finger, which is still wet from before. As I continue probing and stroking the sides, finger-fucking her, she moans and wiggles spasmodically. Since she still pushes back, and since I don’t feel any resistance, and since my dick is leaking all kinds of slick juice from the excitement, I wonder whether I could get away with positioning myself to stick my dick inside of her? I get up to where it is close, but her butt is not far back enough to make contact without actually laying on top of her. I guess I could do it if there were a trapeze hanging from the ceiling. [/size] There is just not going to be a way to get in her without waking her up, and I will be dead meat if she wakes up and finds out what is going on. Oh, well. I have food for solo fantasies for the rest of my life now, without the ultimate violation. Anyway, I don’t have a rubber; what if she got pregnant? As a consolation, I decide to try to at least lick her pussy, which is something I have only heard about. This time I stand up and put my left foot over her on the far side of the bed, so that I am straddling her and looking at her butt upside down. With my left hand I pull her pajama bottoms just a little further down her legs; I lean on my straightened right arm to suspend myself above her. I swoop my face down to that beautiful and mysterious spot once again. With my face practically upside down, my nose is bumping right up against the front of her slit, and if I thought the smell was good before, it is even better now. Without hesitating I plunge my tongue into her. [/size] She moans again and shoves her butt up to my face for better access. I lick all the way up the full length of her slit to the front and diddle around, experimenting, looking for the legendary clit. She begins to grunt “mmph!” as she starts to hump the air beneath her. I pop up for a second to make sure that she is still asleep, and then go back to town. She resumes her humping and grunting as I resume toying with what seems to be the right spot. My boner is killing me, aching to plunge into her. I keep on flicking my tongue back and forth, in and out, up and down, as she keeps on gyrating her hips around faster and faster, around and around. As she keeps getting even wetter, I am finding out that the taste of her pussy juice is wonderful. I have never been this turned on in my short life, and I can’t tell whether it’s because of the smell, the taste, or the texture; but it certainly is her pussy that’s causing it. I am getting carried away, constantly flicking my tongue even faster, and covering her entire pussy with my mouth as though we are having a really wild and sloppy French kiss. Sometimes I try slowing my tongue down to test her reaction, which she unconsciously makes clear by her moans and by the wiggling of her butt. Sometimes I move my tongue in and out, sometimes in circles one way and then the other, sometimes back and forth, sometimes in combinations of these. After a few minutes of this, her humping just can’t get any faster. I can’t really tell if her hips are moving now; they are locked rigid, motionless, yet at the same time they are moving so fast that they seem to be almost vibrating. Oh, man; I think she may be coming! The very idea is so exciting that I’m afraid my dick is going to explode. Now her pussy is starting to make these gulping noises, kind of like farts, but more like kissing the air. Also, each time she exhales she is letting out a really long grunting sound; it sounds like some African animal charging. She makes these loud groans for at least five or six breaths. I’m thinking she is going to wake HERSELF up. I am not sure whether to hang on tight or run away before this happens. I decide to stand up and get ready to bolt. At this point, I just hope that she will think that she had a very erotic dream. Still trembling, her hips very slowly sink back down to the surface of the bed. I pull her pajama bottoms up over her butt at the last minute. In the glow from the TV test pattern, I look at her closed eyes once again and notice that she has sort of rosy cheeks and a very light glow of sweat all over her face. She is beginning to breathe more normally as I leave the room.At the top of the stairs, before going down to my own room, I grab my swollen dick and give it one really good hard squeeze. Without even a single pull, I gasp as I shoot out all over the stairway wallpaper. Through my blurred vision I can see a big blob of my goo on the far wall, way up near the ceiling. I don’t think I can reach that high to wipe it off, even if I wanted to.[/size]So… about this game: was she feigning sleep or not? I suspect so, but I will never know for sure. But I must add that this story is a compilation of my memories of MANY such similar incidents.Ultimately I couldn’t take the frustration of the one-way pleasure trip. If only she had said, “I’ll make it worth your while,” or had somehow given me some hope of reciprocation…THAT’S the real food for some of my fantasies, even today, 30 years later. However, to this day, I am not one of those many men who, I suspect, go down on a woman just for the idea that they will likely soon get a blowjob. I still CRAVE the taste and smell and sensations, and get turned on, nearly to the point of orgasm, by licking my wife’s pussy. Guess what? This causes no complaints in our household..Comment on this My sexy Step sister’s Hot sex story .

My Girlfriends Daughter sex story

My Girlfriends Daughter sex story

I met the woman, like I now meet most of my “dates,” on Craigslist. I answered her ad for a “massage,” and we traded a few e-mails in
double-talk, until we got the shit straightened out. She knew what I wanted, and I finally knew what she would do, and we were both happy. Her at the price, and me at the “services.” This story will probably use a lot of quotes; sorry. The deal was to meet at a motel up in the city, Friday night, six-ish. I
was there a half hour early, and sat in the parking lot and watched the
room, as is my habit. No cops went into the room, at least. But a few
minutes after I arrived, a woman and a young girl got out of a car, and
entered the room. I was a little surprised, I was pretty sure the room
number was what she’d told me… I checked it again, and yeah… it was
right. She had a girl with her? What did that mean? I wondered if her
husband or boyfriend would arrive to take the girl while she conducted
“business.” I wondered, due to my suspicious nature, if he was already in the room. Finally, at six, there wasn’t anything else to do. I locked my car, took a few deep breaths, got ready to run just in case, and knocked on the door. The woman that answered the door was attractive, and exactly as her picture had portrayed. Maybe late twenties or early thirties, shoulder-length brunette hair, nice attractive features. Her body was outstanding, I could tell even though she had clothes on. She was wearing a t-shirt and bicycle pants, and the contours of her body were shown plainly. She motioned me into the room, but I stayed outside. (more…)

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