In my last posting, I wrote about my experience with my cousin sister, Selvi akka. In this posting, I like to tell you about my experience with Usha akka. Usha akka is not really my sister. She was our neighbor. She was a Brahmin lady and possessed all the characters of a Tamil Brahmin lady. Light, healthy skin that shined like gold because of regular application of turmeric. She wore a full saree and covered herself well. Yet her boobs and bottoms were so generous that they could not be completely hidden from view. She had a smile that really charmed people. Unlike many Brahmin girls, Usha was not so academically gifted. So, her parents had decided not to send her to college. Usha akka stayed at home and was learning to become a good housewife for some lucky ... Read More»

I close the door to the cab and walk to the double doors leading to the hotel lobby. I choose this hotel primarily because it is far enough away from the convention so that I can prepare for each days presentations without much interruption. I go through the doors and turn towards the elevators when I hear a voice calling my name. She walks towards me and the recognition is immediate. We had started at the company during the same time and had gone through the intense two day orientation together. Since then it was like this, running into one another here and there. Her light brown hair, a little longer than shoulder length, bounced slightly as she walked towards me. "Hiding out too?" she said smiling. "Yeah." I said and returned her ... Read More»

My love affair with my hairbrush began innocently enough. It wasn't an accident, but it was innocent. Back in my teenage years my mom insisted, no demanded, that I remain a virgin. That wasn't a real problem, because although a couple of my friends were going all the way with their boyfriends, it was a rarity. And when Jenny Ducca got pregnant, pure, chaste Jenny Ducca, it nearly choked off dating for many of her friends. Jenny got knocked up and we all got lectures. All of a sudden, even as college girls, we had to be in a little earlier, had to have our boyfriends come in to meet dads and get a stern lecture, then get the 3rd degree when we got home from our dates. Still, I had to desire to have a boy put his "thing" in me back then. It wasn't that I ... Read More»

It's hard to say whether me staying a virgin through the whole of school and until I was 20 was my choice, or just bad luck with girls. Either way, it opened me up to one hell of an experience later on that I wouldn't trade anything for! Through school, I had my friends, they had their girlfriends and boyfriends, and there was of course porn around. I never really got into porn myself. I wasn't overly social either. Quite often I just preferred my own company. As an only c***d, no mother around, and a dad who's happily single, sex and stuff was never really on my radar for the first 20 years. At times I wondered if I was gay or straight. So did others. But I soldiered on through, and as you'll find out soon, things ended up happening as they should. ... Read More»

Across the fertile green fields came a moving scene that might have been an illustration for a nursery rhyme. A sweet little girl with golden ringlets, wearing a gingham dress and a bonnet with a pink ribbon, walked across the rolling land, and at her heels followed an adorable lamb. But a closer inspection would have showed it a strange sort of nursery rhyme -- more of an adult tale -- because the sweet little girl was flushed with passion and her pussy was steaming between her thighs and the adorable little lamb was, in fact, a lusty ram with a big prick looping from his fleecy loins. Mary was on her way to visit Lulu May Dickens and to ask her advice about fucking animals. � Mary had enjoyed jerking the ram off, and she had adored sucking him off, ... Read More»

As I signed for the package, the UPS guy looked intently down my shirt, and I wondered what he was really thinking. Was he contemplating asking me out? Was he getting hard behind those brown shorts as he thought about fucking my large breasts? Or was he wondering what had possessed me to wear such a low-cut blouse in my conservative office? Either way, I was flattered by the attention, but much more focused on getting him to leave so I could see what was in the box. You see, I knew the package was from you, and I was very curious to see the contents. You had told me that morning to expect a surprise, and I knew as soon as I saw the package who it was from. About 2 feet long along each edge, it was wrapped in a copy of The Hill and tied with rough twine. As I ... Read More»

----- "It will blow your mind!" That's what Nicki had said. Kim sat in her car contemplating the average looking suburban house, tempted to turn the key in the ignition and just take off again. What am I doing here? She glanced down at the hands in her lap, her nails ragged, and sighed. Marriage therapy, individual therapy, various serotonin-altering drugs, even a weekend away at some swinging couples resort, and still, since the second baby, there had been nothing, not any hint of a spark. This is my last resort. "Hi!" The woman who swung the door open smiled warmly. Kim admired the way her short, dark hair curled like two commas, one on each cheek. "You must be Kim?" "Tasha?" Kim returned the woman's smile ... Read More»

I laid back on the bed, running my hands across my body. Sliding them down my boobs, only to pinch those hard peaks of mine. I inhaled a sharp breath at pleasure that ran through me. 'Fuck' I moaned to myself. Pinching down on my left nipple, pulling it away from my body. I groaned once it made that slight transition into pain. My other hand running down my body, to play with hem of the white lace thong I was wearing. I wanted to tease myself, I had all the time in the world, Tim wouldn't be back for at least another hour. Taking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let my fantasy take over. Seeing images or raw sex flash through my mind made my pussy throb with need. I ran my fingers over my hips, feeling the soft chocolate skin glide under them. I ... Read More»

It happened just last week, but I can't get it off my mind. I just moved into a new place last Friday so I took a day off work to finish cleaning my old apartment, just to make sure I got my full deposit back. I never would have guessed it would be an amazing erotic experience. I arrived around ten with my hair in a ponytail, no makeup, wearing a baggy pair of gray sweatpants, and a plain white tee shirt. I didn't really have that much to do; all the furniture was out and most of the cleaning was done already. I just wanted to do the refrigerator, oven, cupboards, and steam clean the light beige carpet in the hall and living room. I made quick work of the kitchen and started in on the carpeting. The steam cleaner is one of those small home units that I borrowed ... Read More»

"Are you comfortable there?" She nodded but didn't speak. She was wearing standard office attire: a knee length skirt in navy blue and a short-sleeved, light-blue blouse with only the first button undone. She held her purse on her lap with both hands. "Would you like something to drink? Water? A glass of wine? I have a nice Chardonnay." "I'm fine." She looked away from him and towards the bed in front of her. "Would you rather be farther back?" "No, it's fine." She tapped her purse, manicured nails clicking on the gold clasp. "Actually." She paused and he waited. He was fully dressed still in khakis and a polo. "Maybe a glass of wine would help." "Whatever makes you comfortable. I want you to enjoy this." "I'm sure I will." He got a glass of ... Read More»

As she was lying there in the lavender scented bubble bath, the hot steaming water glistening on her smooth, creamy skin, slowly slipping her long fingers over her gleaming body, reaching down for a soft white face cloth, and the bottle of body gel. Clicking open the bottle with her long, spade shaped finger nails, she wraps her slender fingers around the bottle and squeezes lightly to get the thick liquid onto the face cloth. Putting the bottle down, and lathering up the face cloth, starting at her neck, slowly circulating it around, moving down over her shoulders. She comes to the mound of her full rounded breasts, first the right side, then the left, slowly massaging with her hands the foamy cloth, making her nipples into tiny rose coloured peaks. She ... Read More»

I had to attend a business conference and decided I would take my Personal Assistant, Fiona, with me. I thought she would enjoy a stay in a posh hotel for two or three nights, especially as she was leaving me soon to get married in another part of the country. It would be a small 'thank you' for all of her help. Oh by the way, in case you don't know me, I'm a 41 year old married business woman. Fiona is a lovely girl of 24 and has worked for me for three years. I knew I would miss her very much when she moved away. Though extremely efficient she was a strange girl in some ways. She had wonderful features, a really beautiful face, but she dressed in a very modest way, almost old fashioned in her style. It was difficult to say if she had a good figure ... Read More»

I'd come home that afternoon, after a short and stressful day at work, looking for nothing more than a long hot shower and a good hard fuck from my husband Ken. I'd been disappointed when I'd seen his note taped to the bathroom mirror. Ken had been called away on a last minute business trip. He was the local public works commissioner, and lately he'd been researching a new bridge project the county had proposed. I hadn't seen him much at all lately and now he was on his was to Chicago for some bridge convention. I considered pouting for a minute before I took my shower and changed into something more comfortable. I changed into a sexy summer dress that Ken had always hated. He didn't like the fact that it showed off my long legs and my 36DD breasts. I normally ... Read More»

* * * * Well the tone was pretty much set after two days of fucking Jennifer. I was enjoying myself more than you could imagine and I know she was too. I was positive I could do just about anything to my cute redheaded secretary. The next day, Tuesday, before I went to the office I picked up a few things at the store. Once we reached lunch time I told Jennifer to come into my office while the other girls were out to lunch. She had on the sexiest short skirt with black mesh stockings. She sure looked hot today. "Pull your skirt up," I ordered her. When she did I pulled her panties and stockings down to her ankles. "Squat down," I commanded. Jennifer obeyed wondering what I had in store for her this time. I had a banana which I peeled into front of her. ... Read More»

Allison, the world champion South France, a TV set is improvised outdoors on a large balcony hanging over the sea. Bruce Stanton, the conductor of Bizarre Sports sits in front of a table with an eye-catching grown woman dressed in ragging jeans and a red bikini top made of narrow strings. The salty breeze coils around her torso and occasionally shapes her shoulder-long blonde mane. Most of the sun warmth is gone but the slender, bare-chested woman seems at ease with her skimpy outfit, and refuses a sweater while Bruce unrolls the sleeves of his shirt. A man with headphones raises his arm and the red-light on the camera shines on. -We talk today to a happy woman. Last week in Sapporo, Japan, this charming Canadian with French roots... or should I say her ... Read More»