What's a Sexy Story

Jony and Roby are best friends. Jony’s parents died in a car accident when he was 18. After that accident he lives with his grandmother. One day after school when Jony said women liked young boys and told Roby about fucking his Kakima(Aunt).Roby also told Jony about seeing his mother’s breast when she breastfed his little sister. After fucking Kakima ,see videos Jony is very horny now. Sometimes when he was at Roby’s house, he tried to see his (Roby) best friend’s mother breasts. But only one time when she bent down to keep the tray down the table, he could not refrain his eyes devouring the wiggling motions of Roby’s mother great breasts.

Her breasts cleavage made a deep valley inside her blouse and the more it entered he saw milky white colored complexion inside her. When she was keeping the tray down, her sari's pallu fell from her breast, revealing the big mounds of her pair of tits clad in tight blouse to him. Roby’s mother instantly gathered the sari to its right place, but the glimpse was enough for Jony to guess how big his friend’s mother tits really were. Talking he could see the deep cleavage of her magnificent breasts. Also he could see wet around her breast area ---- she might be leaking milk. umumumum !!!


Even under the blouse and tight nylon bra, they were trying to come out of the confinement. He could not think anything now other than how sexy it would be to see those big fleshy tits of his friend’s mother naked. So, he asked his friend questions about his mother’s breasts. How he saw his mother’s breastfeeding? Did she always breastfeed in front of him.

couple sex story - An Afghan Bride !!!

After forty days in this desert of a country without seeing a single woman, let alone physical contact, Carl hungered for the sight of a woman.

Any woman would do. The closest thing that one got to that in this country were the blue ghosts that walked the streets in little herds. They were completely covered in the traditional blue Afghan burqa or chador. Each of them looked exactly alike, no identify, no personality. He often wondered how they could tell each other apart. Did an Afghan child ever go home with the wrong mother? Did an Afghan man ever go home with the wrong wife?

Carl had come to Afghanistan to join his wife, Lauren. She was offered a job working as a women's rights advocate for the US agency for international development. It had been a dream of hers since their first trip abroad and he had encouraged her to take the position.

Lauren's position was not an accompanied post. Because of security concerns, family was not allowed to come. But, there was no way Carl was going to let his wife go to Afghanistan alone, even if she was with the US government. So, he found a position with a small development organization that worked with the Afghan ministry of education. That way they could be together.

Lauren's supervisors hadn't been amused when the heard that Carl had gone around their restrictions and had gotten a position with a different organization in the same town where she worked.

They refused to let him stay with Lauren at the agency guest house and they also required Lauren to check in each night at the official compound. Apparently, there could be no exceptions made to the security protocols. Or at least they didn't want to make any exceptions.

So for the last six months that had been trying to make it work with day time visits. It reminded him of the worst parts of high school. He could go to her place. She could go to his. But they had a ten o'clock curfew. Once they had still been in bed five minutes before ten, when a sharp rapping on the door startled them.

The night security had come, Charles the mission leader had told them explicitly to make sure that no guests were on the compound after ten o'clock. Since there were no guests besides Carl it was clear who was meant. Since then, if possible Lauren came to his place. But then she had to be back by ten, which meant that she had to leave even earlier.

The last several weeks though even that hadn't been possible. Lauren has been in Kabul, twelve hours away, and she's been traveling around the country visiting various women's projects.

He had prepared a special meal for her, with ingredients he had saved for a special occasion. If this wasn't a special occasion though, he didn't know what was. It was their first evening together in more than a month.

From College Mate To Fuck Mate !!!

Hello folks… It’s krish here… A very new person on iss… I have been reading stories here from a long time and seeing peoples to share there experiences… So today I wish to share my experience too…

About me I ‘m a person belonging to southern india (andhra pradesh)… Born and brought up in delhi… I’m a quiet lean person… Not much actually… Have a good height about 5.10 feet… But have a good sized tool which is capable to satisfy girls… And till now I have enjoyed several beauties… 

I will be grateful to share all my experience in coming time if I get encouragement in this platform… Right now doing graduation in jaipur, rajasthan…

Now not getting you bored of this stuff… Story is quiet lengthy as it’s my first story…. Please bear me till the end… Let’s jump to the story line…

The starring angel of this story is komal  (name changed due to obvious reasons)…About her she is a proper sex bomb of our college… Having stats of 36-28-36… Omg the assets she have are just awesome… Anyone who looked at her get his jaws drop of and have hard-on under there pants… I was too one of them…

When the academic session started we become good friends… Use to hang-out with others and talk about studies and etc…. After this we faced our 1st unit semesters… For my luck I and another girl topped from our batch… I was so happy regarding this… Actually this thing bought myself a good name in the class… Everyone know about me…. Of course due to studies… And my humble and gentle behavior added stars to my character…

Komal wasn’t so good at studies…. So she didn’t scored well… And as it happens her parents gave her no. Of taunts on this… She was now not happy with all… So she shared this matter with me… I just calmed her down and said to her that I will surely help her to study well… And from there we started our journey together…

Next day we decided to meet at her home… I reached that area and called her… Then she came to pick me as I don’t know the route to her home… It was so hot outside… We soon reached home… She introduced me to all there family members… She had a sis – kajal… Younger to her by 1 year…

Then both of us went to her room… She had her study table broken so we managed to study on floor… I asked her a glass of water… She brought it for me and leaned down to offer me… Oh f**k man… What a heavenly scene it was… Her milky white cleavage… With a drop of sweat passing down from her neck towards her boobs… Her deep cleavage was making my dick to salute her… I was overwhelming with pleasure by that sight…I jumped to my imagination that how awesome it will be to lick her boobs… And fuck her hard in this hot season… And then I gained back my senses & I even forgot that she is still standing with the tray with that water glass… Then I looked at her and quickly grabbed the glass and gulped down the water and put back the glass on the tray…. She was still looking at me with a very different expression… And then she went to kitchen… 

Its My Real Story With My Girl Friend !!!!!

It was the very best of times. Like getting out, after a long stay in rehab, and having that first drink! My anything-but-prodigal son was returning to the humble nest (and I do mean humble) for the entire spring holidays. Jacob had been industriously toiling away at college for almost six months. This was his first year at Berkley and I missed him more than that vibrator I shorted out in the bathtub. Since his father had scampered off with some big-titted pancake waitress and become a spinning instructor in Aspen (theoretically to work off all those free pancakes he’d been eating), we had become very close. Of course, in the microscopic two bedroom apartment.

 I was forced to move into, I was very close to just about everything. If I took a deep breath, my ribcage would touch both walls. Since Jake had been off enlarging his brain to the size of a Chevron 76 sign, I’d gotten into the kind of habits that a person gets into when they live alone. Walking naked around the apartment, farting at will, bathing on a “need to do” basis and having prolonged wank sessions in my living room. I had developed a whole sophisticated, bordering on Daedalean, autoerotic ritual in his absence.

 A glass of wine, some porn I’d downloaded from the internet on my flatscreen and a pair of indefatigable fingers between my legs. I’d watch some amateur cuckold encounters or a few threesome videos and slowly sip my wine. That left my good hand free to play with my tits through the first few venereal vignettes. After my tender nipples had received a thorough and exhaustive mauling, I would slide on down to my buttery mound. Perhaps a top up on the wine before really digging in to the job at hand. Now, it was time for some spit-roasting or double penetrations while I brought myself slowly, but deliberately to my first orgasm. I so enjoyed wanking that I didn’t want it to be over too quickly. The more anxious I got for the cum monkeys to start screaming between my legs, the slower I tried to go. Of course, at some point you just lose all sense and reason and start beating on your clit like it’s your pancake-waitress-loving husband’s nutsack.

By this point, the wine has been placed safely on a side table and my ring finger is up my ass as far as I can shove it before I explode. Then it is gloriously upon me. My spine tingles, my legs tense and my little twat hole clenches. I can feel my sphincter start to squeeze my knuckle and Bam!, this massive tsunami of sexual pleasure practically knocks me off the couch. All that waiting and holding back makes me feel like I’ve been love-punched in the cunt by Wladamir Klitschko. Good, holy God! My upper body is violently jerked forward over and over by these devastating contractions exploding like Firestone tires from clit to tits.

Adult Stories Yaro

Jony and Roby are best friends. Jony’s parents died in a car accident when he was 18. After that accident he lives with his grandmother. One day after school when Jony said women liked young boys and told Roby about fucking his Kakima(Aunt).Roby also told Jony about seeing his mother’s breast when she breastfed his little sister. After fucking Kakima(Aunt),Jony is very horny now. Sometimes when he was at Roby’s house, he tried to see his (Roby) best friend’s mother breasts. But only one time when she bent down to keep the tray down the table, he could not refrain his eyes devouring the wiggling motions of Roby’s mother great breasts. 

Her breasts cleavage made a deep valley inside her blouse and the more it entered he saw milky white colored complexion inside her. When she was keeping the tray down, her sari's pallu fell from her breast, revealing the big mounds of her pair of tits clad in tight blouse to him. Roby’s mother instantly gathered the sari to its right place, but the glimpse was enough for Jony to guess how big his friend’s mother tits really were. Talking he could see the deep cleavage of her magnificent breasts. Also he could see wet around her breast area ---- she might be leaking milk. umumumum !!! 

Even under the blouse and tight nylon bra, they were trying to come out of the confinement. He could not think anything now other than how sexy it would be to see those big fleshy tits of his friend’s mother naked. So, he asked his friend questions about his mother’s breasts. How he saw his mother’s breastfeeding? Did she always breastfeed in front of him.

Roby told his friend, “Wait. I told you my story. Sitting with Ma(Mother) in the drawing room after dinner watching the TV when the baby started crying. So my Ma picked up the baby and after adjusting her sari she opened her blouse, lifted her bra and started feeding her baby. All these time I was straining to see her breast and I did get a glimpse, which immediately gave me an erection so I tried to hide my erection from her. After the feeding was over I got another glimpse of her breast along with the turgid nipples when she removed the sleeping baby and laid her down. 

My cock was so hard and about to burst so I stood up to go to my room trying to hide the tent in my shorts. In the privacy of my room I masturbated with the images of her breasts and I came so hard my cock just kept on jerking remaining hard for sometime. I wondered whether she deliberately showed me her breast, as this was never done when Baba(Father) was around. That’s all.