How to seduce your daddy

Let me preface this tutorial by saying that fucking your daddy is illegal in the United States. In the state of New York it is a felony with a maximum penalty of four years in prison. So go to France where fucking your daddy is not illegal if you are an adult. The rules of this How-To Contest say, "We will not accept How-To submissions that teach people how to do acts that are illegal in the United States." So let me emphasize, I am NOT talking about your REAL daddy. No, I am talking about your PRETEND daddy. Your sugar daddy. An older man (anywhere from a day to seventy years older) who is NOT RELATED to you and wants to lavish you with furs, and jewelry, and cruises, etc. In return "daddy" wants you to play his little (but 18 or older) girl. Daddy wants you to play his little girl. Mostly his good little girl but one who is sometimes naught and deserves a spanking, among other things.

First off, it's very important how you appear to your daddy. Let's start with the hair. Pigtails are best. Daddy just loves to pull those when you are going down on him. If not pigtails, at least a ponytail. Give him something to grab hold with his hand while you grab hold of him with your mouth. Avoid the "bed head" look. Daddy might think you frequently do something in bed besides sleep. You want daddy to think that this is your first sexual relationship.

What to wear is essential. Daddy likes the school girl look best. A plaid miniskirt is a must. When daddy asks why is it so short just say, "I should have got it dry cleaned. The wool, ya know?" Don't forget the white thigh highs.

Let's talk about the lingerie. Don't show him the black/hot pink frilly cleavage-enhancing bra and matching Brazilian panty. No big old granny bra with a g-string. Go with your basic white 100% cotton. And don't let him wear your panties. Not the first time, anyway.

Sooner or later you'll get around to the sex. Probably sooner. The first time you see his cock exclaim, "It's so big!" Touch his penis reluctantly at first like you are afraid of it. But with a look of great interest bordering on a little excitement. Make that ultimately turn into a look of worship. Then giggle and say, "Daddy, your baby wants to lick a lollipop." Use your teeth and bite him a little like you never gave somebody a blow job before.

Make your daddy want it really bad. Delay his gratification which builds physical tension and emotional excitement. Lick his penis and then stop and run your fingers over his chest. Take him all in your mouth for a few moments and then stop again. No wait; don't take him all in your mouth. Even if you can deep-throat big black cock. He might think you're a little too talented for a rookie. Take about half of what you really could do in your mouth as you tickle his testicles with your hair.

When daddy cums let him do it in your mouth. But gag a little and you must spit. If you swallow, daddy will know this isn't the first cock you ever sucked. But promise daddy you will try to swallow the next time.

So much for fellatio. Now let's discuss something important. Right—cunnilingus. You can't just blurt out, "Eat me, Daddy!" You need to drop hints so that he thinks it's his idea. In casual conversation use phases like, "beaver dinner, carpet munching, muff diving, yodeling in the canyon, flipping the bean, and tickling the bearded clam."

After your daddy gets you off at least three times it's time for sexual intercourse. But don't seem eager. You should act afraid, very afraid. Practice saying, "But I'm a virgin!" with a straight face over and over. And don't you dare suggest sexual positions. Daddy is going to get suspicious if you display considerable knowledge of the Kama Sutra. Just lay on your back and spread your legs and do it missionary. Chant "Oh baby, oh baby" over and over. It's like counting sheep. When you get to a thousand fake an orgasm.

If you don't think you can fake an orgasm convincingly, and then use some V power. When daddy is on top of you in the missionary position, make a V with your first two fingers and place them around your vagina such that his penis slides in and out between them. Daddy will love the feel of your fingers on his dick and you will love the feel of your fingers on your clitoris.

Those are the basics. Now we'll cover some related issues in a little more detail.

Do not clean house for your daddy. You start picking up everything and doing his laundry and such he'll think he is going to fuck his mother instead of his (pretend) daughter. And if he thinks of you as his mother instead of his daughter you'll get some stupid plant you can't even smoke for a present instead of diamond earrings.

Don't tell your daddy his hair smells like the inside of a baseball hat. Especially if it does even after it's freshly washed. Just pass on one of your products that say "fragrance" in the ingredients. This means the scent is concentrated and will last longer. If that doesn't work, fill his shampoo bottle with Bain Douche Biologique.

Be prepared how to deal with any embarrassing situations that might give daddy a limp dick before you get the opportunity to make it limp yourself. For example, if you stink up his bathroom and can't find any air freshener handy, make a joke about it. Say something like, "Hey, shit happens."

Let's talk about talk. Yes, conversation. Watch how you talk to your daddy. Continually utter the word that drives him nuts. Right, the word "Daddy." Just hearing it is an aphrodisiac to him. And talk about subjects that interest your daddy. Besides sex. Talk about sports. If your daddy doesn't like sports then he is probably gay and shouldn't be your daddy in the first place. If your daddy is a hick mick from Scotland, talk about Rangers. If your daddy is from Cleveland talk about the Dog Pound. If your daddy is a Yankees fan talk about steroids and how little those dude's dicks must be compared to your daddy's.

Viagra (or similar product). Need I say more on this subject? Make sure he is adequately stocked at all times. It doesn't matter what fucking color the pills are. What matters is the fucking.

We should probably touch upon your daddy's family. If your daddy has a son your own age fucks him too. And tell Daddy you did but assure him that father sows best. If it's a daughter, inform her in intimate detail of your college days as a LUG (Lesbian until Graduation). And now for the most difficult aspect of family relations. Right—Daddy's mommy. Suggest the old battleaxe give you cooking lessons. Then, when you're chopping cucumbers and she is whacking them with a vengeance while complaining that her husband still wants sex, offer to serve as a surrogate.

Even if the old battleaxe does give you a few pointers, don't use them on your daddy. No, you don't want to cook for him. You want Daddy to take you to expensive French restaurants. Say things to your daddy like, "Daddy, if you take me to Le Domaine de Lintallic I’ll make your meat loaf" as you playfully fondle his crotch. That particular restaurant is in Paris and you better throw in playing the skin flute a dozen times if you expect to go there.

If your daddy has a fragile ego, make sure you don't deflate it. You should be more interested in inflation. If it should happen that Daddy doesn't get you off while you're screwing don't ever say, "That's okay, Daddy, I’ll just finish the job myself." And if your daddy is a slow learner just grin and bear it and think of you and your vibrator later rather than hand him a pen and paper and tell him to take notes. This is important too—don't refer to your hand by sexy nicknames like "Pussy Tamer."

Daddy likes to buy presents for nice little girls. For nice girls who make Daddy happy. So occasionally in conversation with Daddy refer to yourself as "Princess" or "Daddy's Princess." Soon enough Daddy will start calling you Princess. Daddy will naturally want to lavish gifts on Princess. When Daddy buys you a gift, even if it's not what you want, say something like, "Oh Daddy, thank you! You make me so happy! And when you make me happy I want to make you happy. But I don't have any money to buy you a nice gift. Tell me Daddy, what can Princess do to make you happy?" Don't worry, something will come up.

This opens the avenue to the wonderful world of shopping with Daddy's money. Sure, he might come shopping with you to Victoria's Secret, but that just about covers his interest in retail. So, when he comes home from work, some sighs from you, rolling of the eyes, and a general listless demeanor are in order. Soon Daddy will be asking, "What's wrong, Princess? Is my little Princess unhappy? Come and tell Daddy. Come sit on my lap and tell Daddy what's making Princess so sad." No tears at this time save them for special occasions. But, sadly and a little quietly, tell Daddy about your day at the mall with your girlfriends. And how you saw this flamenco-style Behnaz Sarafpour gown for only $535 and how your girlfriends all said how gorgeous you'd look wearing it. And how you were thinking how your daddy would like to see you wearing it and how happy that would make you. But you're sad because this month you just can't afford to buy it so you'll have to wear the same old rags. This tactic will often only work if your daddy is older. Use this sparingly, only for important items, and occasionally for things Daddy actually likes.

Maybe your daddy wants to be told what to do. If so, say things like, "On your knees and bark like a dog! Oh yeah, that's good. Now let me see that big doggy tongue. Now look where I'm putting the whipped cream. Does the daddy doggy want to lick it off?" Maybe your daddy wants to be punished before he is made happy. If so, say something like, "You're such a bad daddy! I really want my daddy to make me happy, but I can't make my daddy happy because he's been so bad and I'm so disappointed. So Daddy you are just going to have to watch me make myself happy. But all the time I’ll be wishing it was you, Daddy."

Mostly you should be a good little girl for your daddy but once in awhile you should be bad. At those opportune naughty moments look real guilty when Daddy comes home. And say something like, "Oh Daddy, I’ve been bad. So-o-o-o bad. I used your razor to shave my legs." Then lift your skirt so he can just barely see the edge of your white 100% cotton panties. "Don't they look smooth though, Daddy? Go ahead, feel them." After he does and his eyes light up with some passing interest, turn around and lift your skirt up over your panties and bend over and cry, "Spank me, Daddy!"

Your daddy will like to play fun and games with his little girl. Daddy likes to play with schoolgirls, nurses, female cops, and even female proctologists. But the best game is lap dance. Then you get to dance around in your scantiest in front of your daddy, but he's not allowed to touch. All he can do is put some $20 bills in your panties. $200 easy for thirty minutes. And maybe make Daddy happy after the music stops. But that's more $20 bills, many more. Hide and seek is a good game too. You take Daddy's credit card and go shopping for new shoes at the mall. When you come back with a dozen pair then Daddy gets to hide something. Just not in your back door. We'll get to that.

Here's one other tidbit before we get to the coup de grace (anal sex). When you are riding the crimson wave, make sure you let Daddy know that all is not lost for three or four days. Say things like, "Oh Daddy, when Aunt Flow comes to visit I so much want to show her my pearl necklace." If he doesn't get that hint get a banana and peel it.

And now for anal sex. Now you know Daddy is going to want that, but he's probably going to be afraid to mention it because he doesn't want you to think that he's a dirty old man. Because you are so clearly an anal virgin. And you have never even heard of such a disgusting practice. So YOU bring the subject up. Right after making Daddy very, very happy. Just as he is falling asleep. Say something like, "Daddy, I heard some girls at the mall talking today. They were talking about using the back door for sex. I wasn't sure what they meant. Could they mean about getting their boyfriend's thing in their pooh tube? Surely that can't be right. It's so disgusting. And it would be sore!" That will wake him up. And that's when you fall asleep.

This carrot can be dangled for several days, even perhaps weeks. Your curiosity seemingly gradually overtaking your reluctance to Daddy. Eventually, after you have made Daddy very, very happy, tell him you'd like to try it in your back door. But you say so sweetly that you hope he won't think any less of you for suggesting it. And you'll quite understand if he doesn't want to. But you'd be so grateful if he does. Obviously the first time you have got to let him know it hurts, really hurts, but for him to keep on if he's enjoying it. He won't stop. But never, ever, appear too keen to open the back door. Familiarity breeds contempt, and if Daddy has to work hard to overcome your reluctance now and then, it will never become familiar. Oh, and this is where you mention a cruise.

The world is full of guys who want to be your daddy. And if any girl has had a daddy but lost him, not to worry. Any Friday night, the right sort of bar, the demure dress and the little-girl-lost look, and hey presto! Another daddy!

Now go get yourself a daddy and fuck him! If you already have a daddy, fuck him better!

One more thing… Daddy's last will and testament. Be in it.

My aunt in mundu and jacket

I started sex with my own aunt, my mom’s sister. I am from the southern Indian state of karalla and we are from an orthodox Hindu (Nair) family. In our tradition, the females have very high consideration. After marriage husbands home to stay with wives. It is the system followed from centuries.

My father was running a small stationery shop in nearest town. My mom got one sister and one brother. My uncle went to Bombay and only mom and aunt was living in our house. Aunt got married and her husband and went to Malaysia on accepting a job in a plantation. He comes to India only once in two years and rest all times my aunt was living alone. I was the only child to my parents until my age of 13. Then I got 2 little sisters and 3 brothers. It is not that my father was a stud but our family was known for having many children. My grandmother has 4 daughters and 4 sons and the legacy goes on. Moreover in between this period mother was pregnant four times and all was miscarriages and was only 3-4 months long prophecy. I was sleeping with my aunt since the childhood.

Only when uncle comes from Malaysia she used to send me to my mothers room at night. Now I know why it was. I always sleep in aunt’s arms and she used to hug me closer to her while sleeping. I used to sleep with her smell and heat. In karalla the women apply some boiled oil on the hair, for growing the hair black and long. It gives a good aroma. My aunt’s body always gives a smell, which we will feel coming from some kind of flowers. When I was 10 year old, my uncle came from Malaysia and he never came again since then. I heard my father saying that he will not come as my aunt can not give birth to a child, he do not want her.

He was living in Malaysia and later we heard that he got a wife and children there. I saw my aunt always crying at night when we go for sleeping. My parents asked her to marry again with a man whose wife died and got two children. My aunt did not agree as she was thinking that some day my uncle will come from Malaysia. Time went away and I was 14 years old and was on 9th standard in high school. Our house was very big (ancestral home). My parents with my sisters and brothers slept in one room and myself and aunt in one room. One day one boy in our school bought a small book, which was having some sex stores and some naked photos of women. We at the leisure period went outside of the school and sitting under a tree we read one story and saw all the photos. The story was telling about one servant boy having sex with his mistress.

The book completely changed my attitude and thought towards woman. That night after having dinner when the elders were discussing some family matters (ours was a joint family) I was studying in the inside room. My aunt was coming after taking bath and I saw the hugeness of her breast. I imagined as though they were not breasts but football. Moreover her clothes (mundu and jacket which was the traditional wear of women of karalla) made her ass more projecting. She looked like an apsara from heavens. As usual it was night and I was while sleeping with my aunt, I just remembered about the story and the photos. Some day’s aunt used to hug me very tightly and used to kiss me wild. I never knew why she does this until I had the sex with her. This night she was holding me tightly and our bodies was pressing each other. Then I started to imagine my aunt naked as seen on the photos. This gave a pleasant feeling to my body and my penis started growing. As we were holding each other my bulging felt on her thighs. I could not control myself and the cock was bulging again as I was thinking about the story of the servant and mistress. After a little while aunt adjusted slightly and now the cock bulging was hitting at the proper place... As the time passed she got hot as she was not having sex for a long time. She lost control and she started kissing me wildly on all over my face. She put one hand on my butts and pressed me hard against her.

My cock got hard again and my harness was hitting on her pussy. My dress was a lungi and under cotton loose shorts, I started massaging at her back side and she got wild and mad. She put her hands on my cock and started pressing on it hard with the cloths. Then she removed my lungi and untied my shorts and it slide down. She made me naked and started running her hand all over my body. I was so hot and I could not resist and started pressing her boobs.

She unhooked her blouse. She was wearing a bra and blouse on top of it. Down a petty cot and over it was mundu - a typical karalla women’s dress on those days. Now most of them use nighty dress. She sat on the bed and removed the blouse and the bra. I sat beside of her and started pressing on her tits. While I was playing with her tits she was playing with my dick. My body was having a special kind of feeling which can not be described. She still was wearing the petticoat and mundu. She removed that also and was naked as me. I could not see her as it was dark, but there was a little light and although we count not see clearly can imagine things.

She asked me “did you ever seen naked women”. I said no and I told her about the book when I saw in the morning. Then she asked me, do you want to fuck me like the servant done to the mistress. I said I want to but I don’t know how to do that. She kissed me hardly and told me that she will teach me all things about sex. First she told me how to fuck a woman and asked to fuck her. She lied down and asked me to be on top of her.

She kept her legs wide open and asked me to raise my buttocks. Then she took the cock and placed on the correct position on her wet pussy. Then she asked me to press slowly until all my cock goes inside of her pussy. All my 7 inch cock was inside her pussy and it was filled in her pussy fully. Then she told me to slide up and down. When I took first time all my cock came out of her pussy and she told me that to keep the head inside and don’t take all cock out. Then slide inside full. Then I started doing it as she told me and really I was fucking her, my first fuck. She put her hands around me and pressed me hard against her and was kissing me deeply.

After a while she asked to increase my speed little by little. She was so wet and each time my cock goes inside it was making a noise…bloomm………bloom…..bloom…. She was whispering on my ears many sexy words in our language……like…oh my sweetie fuck me harder my pussy never had a cock for a long time….now your cock is inside my pussy….now thrust harder and harder and make my pussy soft…..make my pussy cum…..I need all your milk from your cock to my pussy. Fill my pussy with your cock milk my dear boy……she asked me to tell her sexy words like this and I whispered in her ear the same thing…she started making funny noises and was saying something to me which I could not understood.

After few minutes, I started having a sort of feeling on my body. It was like a small current passing thru….I told her about it and she told me that I nearing to the climax and she also was going to have the same……it was a kind of feeling and I felt that I was flying on the sky. Thin time she was having her climax and she pressed me hard and was making funny noises….my body started shivering and all of a sudden my cock pumped milk to aunt’s pussy…..it was my first and great experience and we were lying as it is for a while, keeping my cock inside her pussy…then slipped down from her body…… after a while we fucked again and slept.

After few weeks I saw her naked in light. First she was shy and afraid to put the light on as if my parents see light in room, they will come ask about it. So we can not put on the light for long time. Then one day, in day time we were alone at home and we saw each other naked and had our first fuck in daytime. I had sex with her for almost two years, until I went to the college.

That is the time I had my second women in my life. My aunt was my sex teacher, and she played with me of all kind of sex….licking, sucking, fucking, ass fucking, and tit fucking….fucking on many positions…..

Well begun is half done

Another story with the Dining Room as the backdrop. This is inconclusive and would need another 5 stories at least to make it complete. I assure to send them one by one. Enjoy!

If it was difficult to smuggle the book into my house, it once looked as though it was almost impossible to read it without being caught. It was during a local train journey that a middle aged man had jokingly remarked about the book and the author, fueling my curiosity to read it. It took me more than a month to finally lay my hands on this book written in plain colloquial language depicting erotic fantasies about everybody under the sun. It took another week for me to read the book in one go and since then life never looked the same to me.

Initially, I was a bit amazed reading about the author’s fantasies about his sister and mother and naturally I felt like a worm unable to make eye contact with both my sisters and my mother. However, after the first hasty reading, I became lucky getting more opportunities to read the book somewhat leisurely and the descriptions in the book kept lingering in my mind even after I finished reading. My eyes strayed on my sisters and soon I even started staring at my mother whenever she inadvertently exposed her flesh portions. The wet dreams about my sisters and my mother and the masturbation session which followed became memorable affairs. I felt ashamed to have fantasized about my own sisters and mother but every time thereafter, whenever my hands reached to my dick for jerking, it was invariably either my sisters or my mother who were the subjects.

My mother Suseela must be hovering around 45 although she looked a bit older due to her loss of hair. My elder sister Kamalini was 26 and the tallest in our family. She is blessed with huge firm breasts and chubby cheeks worth a million kisses. My younger sister Subhashini is the most pampered of we three and thanks to some additional adrenaline flowing, she looked sexier than her age.

I had different fantasies for all the three. I preferred fucking my mother doggy style in the kitchen holding her sagging tits from behind. Kamalini always aroused me whenever I dreamt of screwing her on the sofa holding one of her huge breasts with one hand while lifting her leg high enough. Subhashini had breasts akin to a pair of oranges and I always felt like licking and sucking her nipples and areolas. These fantasies somehow remained unchanged and every time I jerked thinking about them the scenes unfolded predictably. It was a long wait before I could finally turn my fantasies into a reality, that too with a pinch of salt.

It was a Saturday and I was at home. Kamalini and Subhashini had gone for their coaching classes and were not expected to be backing home before evening. Daddy had left early in the morning to attend some special duty at the Airport and other things being normal, might return only late in the night. While my mother kept herself busy in the kitchen, I managed to read the book yet again and kept reading the chapter about the mother and son episode repeatedly. Within seconds I had a hard-on and as I kept reading my prick let off the pre-cum. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my erect dick from the brief. That was perhaps the defining moment for me as a wicked thought flashed inside my mind. I should better try my mother today!

I dressed up again and walked towards the kitchen where my mother was busy preparing the lunch. She had casually wrapped her saree around her waist which revealed her slightly bulging stomach from the firmly tied petticoat. As she kept bending back and forth picking up a few utensils from all over, I could see that her breasts weren’t as bad I had thought before as they still looked tantalizingly sexy. My hands started itching to pounce on my mother from the back, hold her breasts from behind and give them a nice squeeze. What a feeling it would be if my hard long prick smashes against her firm round ass cheeks! Our kitchen did not have an exhaust fan and hence she was profusely perspiring making her blouse wet to reveal her dark bra beneath. Suddenly, my mother turned back and seeing me standing at the kitchen door asked me with a wry smile,” What? You need another cup of coffee?”

I nodded my head sheepishly without batting eyelids and kept watching her as she made my coffee and started walking out of the kitchen. I followed her closely till she reached and let the cup of coffee on the dining table. I was standing menacingly close to her and as such while she turned around to return to the kitchen, I stood right in front of her. She was momentarily startled.

"So, what's with you this morning?" she asked. I preferred not to reply and kept staring at her for a few seconds. My mother looked apparently confused unable to comprehend what I was up to. As she attempted to walk away from me, my arms stretched across stopping her either ways and I could see a glow of irritation in her eyes.

“Hey, I have lot of things to do,” She tried to push my hands away. "For me, it is no holiday.”

Something was stimulating me. I wasn’t sure if it was her proximity or the gentle feminine odor emanating from her saree. My eyes descended onto her chest and strayed onto her semi-exposed breasts under the cover of her blouse. My mother looked perplexed for a while before gauging where my eyes went. She hurriedly tried to cover her bosoms by sliding the saree over the flesh mounts.

“Ravi, you are not supposed to look at me like this,” My mother spoke as if she was outraged.

“Mom, I want to kiss you,” I opened up with a smile.” You are sexy.”

If I need to explain her immediate reaction in just a sentence, she looked shocked.

"Wha-a-at?"

"I said, I want to kiss you"

"Stupid,” My mother fumed. "I can't believe this. I am your mother."

"Yes. You are," I retorted.” My problem is not exactly that. You are sexy.”

“Disgusting,” she screamed and covered her face with her hands as if I was about to pounce on her lips to kiss her. I glanced down to have a look at her waist void of any cover by her saree and just above where she had inserted the cutely folded frills of her saree, I could partly see her naval. I quickly got on to the closest chair and leaned forward to let my lips press on her silky stomach. My mother in a rage pushed me violently backwards and as she attempted to move away, the top end of her saree slipped off her shoulder thus revealing her cleavage. My right hand immediately clutched the tail end of her dropping saree while she struggled to pull it over to cover her exposed breasts.

“Wow,” I exclaimed mockingly.” I never thought of seeing those so soon.”

My mother almost screamed, "Ravi, that’s the limit. Now, let me go.”

“I will,” I smiled. "Just kiss me once and I will let you go for sure.”

“Never,” she sounded firm and kept pulling the saree from her clutches.

“Then let me watch your cleavage for a while before you agree to kiss me,” I started rolling the top end of her saree around my forearm so that she wouldn’t be able to free herself that easily. In the process, she was pulled further towards me and as I looked up, her breasts were hanging over my head. My lust knew no bounds as my right hand went around her waist while my left hand moved up to cup her right breast and God, what a feeling it was! The moment my palm brushed her breast, my mother’s eyes closed like magic and she bit her lower lips. My hands started crushing her breasts and her body swung back and forth as I lowered my head right in between her thighs and shook it a few times. At the same time, my mother’s grip on the saree loosened and her hand rested on my hair. As I looked up, I was amazed to see her squeezing her left boob with her right hand. It looked as though she was smiling with closed eyes.

“So, is that your weak spot?” I asked while rising from the chair and sat on the dining table. I pulled my mother as her back pressed against my chest and her ass cheeks between my thighs. It was the turn of my left hand to clutch her left breast while my right hand reached on the top of her saree-clad mound and started rubbing her covered clit with passion.

“Mom, your tits are still firm,” I acknowledged while her head swayed sideways as my lips planted a kiss on the back of her shoulders. I realized that it was my teasing of her clit that was arousing her and hence continued to rub between her thighs. Her right hand came back to hold my head while her left hand reached to her right breast and continued playing with it.

“Stop playing with your tits,” I ordered.” They are mine from now onwards. I will take good care of them.”

She turned around in a flash and our lips met instantly. Her tongue ventured into my mouth and traveled inside while I felt the warmth and sweetness of her lips with closed eyes. Her hands inadvertently rested on my bulging crotch and immediately repelled. I now had both my hands on my mother’s breasts with boundless lust with my thumb teasing her prodding nipples and fingers pressing her flesh with ease. Every time her nipples were teased, my mother was raising on her feet a few inches from the floor. Our kissing lasted for a while after which, my hands reached to her waist to pull out the frills off her petticoat. Her semi-cotton saree fell in a heap beneath her feet after which I untied the petticoat knot without much fuss. Now, my mother was undoing her blouse by herself and followed it up with unclasping the bra hooks. Her huge breasts were swaying in front of my eyes with erect nipples inviting me to pounce on them. Her areolas were relatively big and brown while her hard nipples stood firm like the cap of a fountain pen. I leaped on to them and started alternating between them by sucking them while my mother started letting off sexy moans. My fingers teased her upright nipples and my mother was almost groaning as my foreplay went far beyond imaginable limits. I descended from the table and freed myself from the trouser. My mother stared at my dick as if she was unable to believe what she saw as my hard dick with some pre-cum was pointing at her like a loaded canon. My mother held my manhood with her right hand once and sighed.

“You want a blow job?” She asked smirking.

“Not now,” I winked at her. "I want to blast my cum inside your pussy first.”

My mother caught hold of my erect dick and started walking towards the bedroom as if she was holding my hand. The moment we got in, the door bell rang. I got into my trousers again, rushed to the door, looked through the peep hole and was instantly shell shocked. Both my sisters were standing outside. I immediately gathered my mother’s clothes from the floor and rushed back to the bedroom and cautioned her. I opened the door only after my mother rushed back to the kitchen. My sisters looked visibly disturbed.

“Why did you take so long to open the door? Already, we are irritated because our classes have been cancelled.”

As my sisters moved to their respective rooms, I helplessly glanced at my mother who looked out of the kitchen with a mischievous smile on her face. Somehow, well begun is half done? The other half would surely follow sooner than later.

Bhabhi in rain

Hi. This is Vikram. I'm 23 years of age and will graduate as Doctor this year. This is story of me and my Bhabhi. We were living as family in Mumbai with my Father (Who is a businessman), Mother (Housewife), an elder brother Vijay (28 yrs of age and Engineer), his wife Sujata (My dear Bhabhi, 27 yrs of age and housewife) and myself. We were very happy family. I was like younger brother to my Bhabhi.

I had always respected my Bhabhi as my elder sister and we had very healthy and friendly relationship. I used to discuss my girlfriends with her and used to tell her how I proposed one and flirted with other and all that. Finally I fell in love with Puja who was also studying with me. Puja was nice girl with perfect figure, look and good sense of humor but her one draw back was that she is short tempered and used to get angry on many small, small things. Bhabhi helped me a lot in this relationship. She also gave me money to buy gifts or other things for her and also advised in events of strains in our relationship. My Bhabhi is very soft hearted and emotional person and I like this characteristic of her very much. And in look she will certainly compete with any typical Bhabhi of Ekata Kaoor's serial and easily win over them. She is 5'5" tall, fair, slim with perfect curves and figure. She is really beautiful.

In this way our life was going smooth even on bumpy road of life. But one car accident took life of my brother and our life changed forever. We completely broke down after this incidence and Bhabhi was one who was affected most by it. She used to cry whole day and in night also one could hear sobbing sound from her room. She took nearly 4 months to come out of those sad feelings and to live as normal life. I tried a lot to make her happy and feel comfortable in that house in which she had entered with her husband to live for whole life but destiny took her companion in middle of their journey living her all alone. But as days passed she recovered and our bond was getting more and more stronger. I started to take her to shopping and all that. I used take care of her a lot. I was spending more and more time with my Bhabhi and I was enjoying it. I was so happy in her company. I never felt same when I used to with Puja. And so I was loosing interest in Puja. I always used to compare her with Bhabhi and in each case Bhabhi was in wining side. And finally we broke up. But I was not feeling bad. I don't know why but now I was feeling that I don't need girlfriend. At this point of time I was not ready to accept that I love my Bhahi but ya I know that I CARES a lot for her!

Then after nearly two year of that incidence Bhabhi's sister delivered a baby and so she planned to visit her in Nagpur.

On that day morning when she had to leave we all were feeling so sad and specially me.

Because I was so used to with Bhabhi in house that I was on the verge of crying. She noticed that and came near to me. She caressed my hairs and said that "What happened Vicky. It's just a matter of couple of weeks. I will be back soon. Don't feel bad ok. And take care of Puja. She is little stupid but ignore her mistakes and don't fight with her. And hurry up. I will get late. Are you coming to drop me on the Station or not? Hurry up."

I unwillingly took her suitcase in my hand and sat in the car. She took blessings from my parents and came down and sat in the front seat. I knew she was also feeling sad while leaving but was trying to hide it behind that false smile.

We were heading to station but our fortune had something other in its mind. On that day it was raining from early in the morning. Many roads were jammed due to water. And rain was not even slowing down. Bhabhi was getting tense but was trying to calm down. After driving for nearly half an hour we got struck in the traffic. We were moving inch by inch and finally at one place we had to stop. Rain was pouring heavily and water started rising on streets. Peoples started leaving their cars and were walking on flooding roads. So it was clear that we will not be able to catch the train. But now it was impossible even to go back. Bhabhi was now really scared. She looked at me and said, "Vicky lets go back home". "Leave the car here only and we will go by taxi." I was also thinking same so when I tried to open the door, I could not open it.

It was jammed due to pressure of water from out side. Now we were in real trouble. We tried all possible ways but could not succeed. Water was rising and it reached till window. We even tried to break the glass but we could not. It was too tough to break by hand. We thought that we will not able to go out of car and so will die here only. Bhabhi now really broke down and started crying. So I went near her and while consoling took her in my arms and told her "don't worry we will be all right. Don't afraid." Then she said, "Vicky I am not afraid of my life. I am a widow and have no one to cry behind me. It doesn't matter that I die today or after 50 years, it is one and the same. I am afraid for you. You have future waiting for you. You have to take care of Mummy and Daddy. And you got unnecessarily in trouble due to me. I am so sorry. Please forgive me." Just imagining her death I realized that how much I cares (OR LOVE) for her and I said "Bhabhi don't ever say that. You are not alone. I care a lot for you. I can't even think to live without you. And if any thing bad happened to you, then that day will also be last day of my life. Don't worry, trust me. I will take us out." She was looking in my eyes. She had no word to say. She may have felt my feelings. We hugged each other. Her body melted in me. We remained like that for nearly 15 minutes. I was caressing her back and took hold of her face and wiped her tears. She was looking so beautiful, I felt to kiss her then and there on her lips but I restrained my self. I kissed her on forehead. Till that time water had reached just few inches below the roof of car and was stared to enter inside from don't know where.

Then I remembered that there is tool kit in the drawer of dashboard. I took out spanner from that and broke the front glass. Suddenly streams of water entered in car and we both got fully drenched in that. Then first I got out of car and then helped Bhabhi to come out. Then I also took suitcase from car and we started walking in that water which was now above our waist. My hand was on her waist and she was also holding me same way. We were not talking anything. She was so confused after hearing that intense statement from me. She was not able to decide that how actually I feel for her. Did I only cares her as Dever (Brother-in-law) or it is something else? I was also fighting with my own feelings.

Then I looked around and the scene around us was so scary. Couples of dead bodies were floating on water. In one car there were four people who were died due to drowning. After seeing them I thanked god for saving us.

Then there was another problem. We had to take some shelter because it was no point to walk in that much water. We searched for room in couple of hotels but no luck. Then we found that some people were going in one building. We also entered it. On first floor there was big hall (like used for marriage ceremony). Lot of peoples was sitting there for shelter. We also decided to sit in one corner till the rain stop and water go down. There were bathrooms in one side where we got cleaned ourselves little bit. Then we eat some food which I had brought from near by grocery shop.

I was now nearly 8.00PM. Rain was still pouring heavily. We both were so quite and no one was willing to talk. But then I realized that even though we were not talking we were sitting so close to each other that no Dever and Bhabhi used to sit like that. We both were resting on wall and She had rested her head on my shoulder. Her one hand was on my chest. Her eyes were closed. Then I caressed her hairs for some time and kissed her forehead. She didn't move even an inch. I thought she was sleeping. So I called her lightly and to my surprise she moved her head and looked in my eyes and said "What?” I said, "Nothing".

She smiled at me and again kept her head on my shoulder. The time was passing, all people around us were panicked and were cursing rain but we were so calm because this rain had shown us the reality we were denying. I was loving my Bhabhi more than anything but still I was afraid to tell it even to myself. Same way Bhabhi realized that she is not alone in this world. In that panicking situation also she was feeling so safe and pampered.

Then I looked in the watch and it was 11.30PM. Many people around us were sleeping. Lights were made deem. I told Bhabhi that we should also sleep now.

Bhabhi took out one saree from suitcase and we took it on our bodies to protect us from cold.

She was lying on her back and I was facing towards her. I kept my one leg on her legs and one hand on her tummy. Then after some time she turned and faced me. Our eyes met. We both were awake. This time she came closer and kissed me on my lips. I replied and our intensity increased. It was feeling so natural that no one felt that it is something like sin. Finally the ice was broken. We had come closer not only by only mind but also physically. After long time we got apart. We looked at each other. Then she looked down. Now she was feeling shy. She buried her face in my chest. I was so aroused that my dick was at its full length. It was poking her near her stomach. But I know that she is not going to mind it. I pressed her more close to me. Her grip was also tightening on me. This time while caressing her back I didn't stop at middle but by proceeding further I reached till her ass and pressed her both chicks. And repeated this act, don't how many times. Then I pressed my one knee further. So she parted her legs little apart and I kept my leg between hers.

I was so happy that my lovely Bhabhi was in my arms allowing me to love her and even responding positively. But I had to stop proceeding further because around us there were nearly 100 to 200 people sleeping and if they came to know what we were doing then it would have caused problem. So I calmed my self down and we slept in that position only.

In the morning when we woke up I was feeling so fresh and joyful and Bhabhi also had smile on her face. I gave her quick peck on her lips and went to get fresh. After coming back I asked her also to get fresh up and left to arrange for some breakfast.

Rain had stopped till now but there were hundreds and thousands of cars on road which people had left, so it was going to take may be a day or two to come situation normal. But now I was not caring for it. My problem was that I needed some privacy with my Bhabhi. Then I would have stayed here till last day of earth. So I went to a near by shopkeeper and asked him that where I could get a room. He told me that he has one room on roof of the near by building where he leaves, but asked for Rs 2000. I said, "Ok but show me the room."

He took me there. After having look at the room I paid for him. The room was nothing but just four walls and nothing else and cheap carpet on the floor. Only good thing it had was that it was with attached bathroom. I went back and told her that "it will take some more time to get normal so I have rented a room so let's go there". She didn't say a word. May be she was knowing my plan or may be she also wanting the same. While going we had breakfast and also took some parcel for lunch.

After entering she had one look at the room. I thought that she might not like the room but she said nothing. She removed some clothes from bag and went to take bath. When she came out, she was wearing blouse and petticoat. I was looking at her. First time she was standing in front of me in that much less cloths. Her breasts were looking prominent and round like two large sized apples. Her slim tummy and a navel on it and below it those curves of ass were looking so sexy that she was looking like goddess of love and kama.

She was looking down and was wearing saree. Then she slowly looked up and asked me to take bath. I said, “I have no clean clothes to wear." Then she smiled and said that there is one clean saree in bag, take it and tie around your waist. I got aroused just by thinking of tying her saree around me. I took it and went to bathroom. Then I took bath and after drying myself I tied that precious saree around me. My dick was making tent in front side. I came out and looked for Bhabhi. She was standing in door looking out side. I went slowly behind her hugged her from behind. She startled due to my sudden attack but recovered from surprise and rested her head on my chest backward. My dick was pressed in her ass. I said, "Bhabhi...."

She said, "huh".

"May I ...."

She turned back and smiled at me and said, "Stupid. You are so cute". And caressed my face. We came closer and kissed on lips. Then I pressed my tongue on her lips. She parted them. I entered her mouth and our tongues met. Its warm touch felt so good.

We smooched for long time. I roamed my hands freely all over her back from her head, then neck, then shoulder, then waist(I stayed there little longer),then her beautiful ass. I slightly squeezed it and then build the pressure till she said, "ouch..., you naughty."

Then I closed the door and took her in my both hand and led her to the center of the room.

Then I started slowly removing her cloths one by one. First I took hold of her loose end of saree and pulled it. She rolled around herself and it all the way came into my hands.

Then I slowly removed buttons of her blouse. Her eyes were closed. I stopped after opening two buttons. She opened her eyes. There was question in her eyes that why you stopped. I said, "Don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me while I remove your cloths. Got me" A slight smile waved on her face and she gave nod. Then I opened her third button, then next and finally last one and the blouse opened. I removed it. Now she was standing in bra and petticoat in front of me. Her marble like white globes were clad in that tight bra. Her boobs were shouting at me to set them free. Then I turned her around and opened the hook of her bra and removed it. Her bare back was looking so beautiful. I caressed it slowly and kissed her on shoulder. She shivered and stepped back to rest on me. But I also moved back a little not allowing her to do so. Then I turned her again. Now she was facing me with bare boobs. I went near and had a closer look at it. I gave a slight jerk to it and squeezed them. I took both nipples in my fingers and played with it. Her breathings were heavy and her chest was moving up and down rapidly. She tried to hug me but I stopped and made her stand still. She had become restless. Then in one swift I pulled the string of her petticoat and it fell down making circle around her feet. Now she was complete naked.

I was not able to believe my eyes. She was so beautiful. My caring and loving Bhabhi, whom I had respected so much and about whom I had not even dreamed any sexual act was standing complete nude in front of me and was looking so vulnerable. She was trembling. I had a complete look at her from top to bottom. There was a dark patch of bush on her cunt. She might had stopped taking care of herself after being widow. But I like woman's cunt with dark bush and it was like my desire. Then I went closer and asked her to open saree tied around my waist. She tried to open the knot of that saree but her hands were shaking. Finally she succeeds and that saree fell down. Now I was also standing nude in front of her. She had a quick look at my dick. Then she looked in my eye. She was feeling shy. I asked her "Take it in your hand. It won't bite." A trembling hand came forward and touched my dick.

Oh..... It felt so good. A current went thro' me and I grabbed her and pulled towards me. I showered hundreds of kisses on her face, neck and boobs and my hands were playing on her back. I kept both my palms on her ass chicks. They fitted on them perfectly. I pressed both ass chicks towards me and in the process she got lifted up little and so that my dick got trapped in junction of her legs. She was pulled up and was bit uncomfortable but she was trying her best to balance on her tow and taking my support to stay in that position. She also felt pressure on mouth of her cunt and was moaning slightly. We played like that with each other for some time.

Then I made her to lie down. Then I parted her legs and adjusted myself in between them and kept my mouth near her cunt. I smelled there and slowly licked places around it. She was wet there and her juices were flowing like flood. She was not touched there by a man for last 2 years. She was moaning heavily. Then I played with her bush for some time. Then I parted her cunt lips and I slightly licked her clit. She shivered and took hold of my head and pressed it downward. And said,"Please... Vicky. Don't tease me. Please lick me deep. Please....” Then I buried my tongue further started fucking her with my tongue. Initially I was slow but slowly and steadily I increase my speed. Finally I was licking very rapidly and furiously. She also started pushing her hips up and was pushing my head down with her hands. My head was locked completely between her legs and hands. Finally she was moving so fast that I came to know that she is near her orgasm. She was literally shouting and with one last push on my face she stopped. All my face got wet due to her juices. She lied there with her legs wide open and eyes closed. She was still breathing heavily. But I didn't stop. I once again started licking her juices from her wet cunt.

I pushed her legs and asked her to fold them with her knee near her chest. Now her cunt as well as her cute butt hole was clearly in my view. I slightly licked on her ass hole with that she got tensed and tried to close her ass hole. I told her, "Relax don't worry. Relax..." and caressed her inner thy. With that she eased down and relaxed her ass muscles. Then I started licking her cunt and ass hole in one go. After some time she got aroused again. Then I lied flat on her and adjusted myself so that tip of my dick was just above her cunt. Then in one go I pushed down and got buried completely. She moaned loudly, "aaaaaaahhhhhhh......".As I had thought she was too tight there but as she was well lubricated and it was not her first time it didn't hurt her. Then I started moving up and down with slow speed and each time I gave full thrust and so she moaned with each thrusts. She had rapped her legs on my ass. I went on increasing speed and finally we reached orgasm nearly same time.

I lied on her like that only for some more time. She released her grip of legs but her hands were still around me. When I was moving away she holds me tight and said, "Don't take it out. It feels so good." And kissed me. So I just rolled side way without loosing contact and pulled her ass more close to me. Till now my dick had gone limp but it couldn't slide out due pressure from both of us. In that position only we both slept and don't know when my limp cock came out of her love hole. But when I woke up, she was in deep sleep and I was hard again. I mounted on her again and stared our love act once more.....

We fucked sixth time before leaving next morning.
Girl's loving Vicky

Mama or papa

I am aruna now I am going to tell you how my best friend rahul going to do something with his sister
"owwww....what was that for?" rahul turned around angrily looking at varun. He has just jabbed him with his elbow.

Varun just motioned in one direction with his eyes, a big grin pasted on his face. Rahul too looked in the direction to see what had made him so happy. The sight in front of made him go hard in his pants. There in front of them was ayesha, the sexiest girl in their college with the biggest bust. She had spilled her books and was busy picking them up, bending over them. Her 36 sized tits were almost spilling out of her salwaar kameej. Rahul rushed over to her.

"let me help you." he said offering to pick up the books with her.

"thank you." ayesha smiled as rahul began to pick up the books. As he picked up the books, he would shoot glances on her exposed cleavage. From his view, he could see quite deep into her dress. The sight of her awesome melons made his cock more hard. Rahul squirmed in his pants.

"thank you again!" ayesha said giving a smile as rahul handed her over the last book. And then she turned around and left. Rahul look mesmerized watching her swaying ass as she walked away.

"you bastard!" varun exclaimed as he caught up with his friend "that was quick".

"just you wait and I am sure I will have her in bed with me!" rahul said winking to varun. Both the friends laughed and then set off for their homes.

Rahul was having a hard time riding his bike while his cock was tenting inside his jeans. He would need to jack off at his home pronto. Humming a tune and thinking about those breasts of ayesha, rahul was at his gate even before he knew. Just as he got off his bike, he saw a familiar car turn around the corner.

"it seems to be tara's car!' he wondered. Tara was rahul's 24 year old sister. She had been recently married for an year and lived in the neighboring town.

"she must have just left...shit" he swore aloud.

Rahul absolutely adored her sister. She was only 2 years older to him. They were like best buddies since childhood. Rahul would do anything for his sister. It was very unusual of her to come by but not stay to meet him. He bounced up the stairs of his home. The door was unlocked. He got in looking for his mom Sheila to ask why Tara left so early.

"mom.....mom where are you?"

Rahul quickly went around the house looking for his mom. An then he found her out in the small garden in the backyard, surrounded in all directions with trees. Rahul immediately sensed something was wrong mom would only come here when she was greatly worried about something. She would then brood here in silence, looking over at the small swimming pool, see the clear water ripple.

He quietly came and sat down besides his mom. Sheila was 45 years old but she was aging gracefully. Her beauty was still intact. After her husband’s death 10 years ago, she had handled the family responsibilities very well. Any other person would have weathered down under the weight of the responsibilities, but Sheila had actually blossomed. She looked more beautiful then ever. Her body made her desirable to all men and when they cam to know about how wonderful a person she was, they couldn't help but falling in love with her.

"mom, what's the matter, you looked very worried". Rahul asked.

Sheila turned around, her lovely doe eyes now red and puffed with crying.

"wh...what's the matter mom...you have been crying...why?" now rahul was very worried.

"its you sister rahul" she sobbed.

"what is the matter with her? I saw her leave without seeing me! Is everything all right mom?" rahul asked again.

Sheila turned around to face his young well built strapping man that he had grown up to be. She was very proud of him.

"its her in laws dear...they have been harassing her!"

"harra...harassing her? But why? But why? I...I mean what has she done wrong?" rahul blurted. Sheila burst out sobbing again.

'Mom don't cry please...tell me what has she done?"

"you remember when she get married?" mom asked still sniffing.

"yes. it was...uh...around one and a half year’s ago." he replied, utterly confused.

"dear, that's exactly the cause of trouble. She has been married for more then a year now and she hasn’t conceived yet. You very well know how desperately her family wants a heir to all the fortune they have built. And now with Tara not being able to give them a heir, they have resorted to harassing her." mom explained in one breath. Obviously this was all quite painful for her.

"but haven't they consulted a doctor or something?" rahul suggested still reeling from the scene that had sprung up.

"that's what they did the first thing," Sheila said.

"and what did he say?"

"well the problem lies with her husband...he has very low sperm count...that's not enough to successfully conceive a child."

"then why the hell are they harassing Tara...what's her fault?"

"her family is not ready to accept the fact that their son is infertile...they blame it all on Tara" his mom was now speaking more coherently...like there was something that she desperately wanted to get off her chest.

"but there is surely a way out of this!" rahul banged his fist hard. Sheila was now looking directly at him.

"yes son, there is a way out."

Rahul looked at his mom puzzled but was eager to know.

"what is it mom?"

"but for that you will have to help her in any way you can...are you ready to do that for your dear sister?" she asked.

"anything for my sister mom... You know that very well." rahul said determined to help her sister out.

"you will have to impregnate her"

Rahul sat on the banks of the nearby river. His mom’s last words were still ringing out clear in his head. Had he heard her correct? He has just bolted out of the house after that. Now that he had calmed down, he was thinking that if all that he heard was true. Sex with his own sister? How could he? He couldn't imagine it! But he had said he would help her out. Was he ready to do it? He thought about ayesha, lying naked on his bed, as he made love to her, her breasts swaying. Suddenly instead of ayesha, he could see tara's face, her big breasts swaying and jiggling.

"what the fuck am I thinking" he shouted snapping out of his reverie. But again his mind went out the jiggling breasts. Wasn’t her breast almost the same size as that of ayesha? Surely they were way beautiful then ayesha's. What would it be like to have them naked for you, ready to be squeezed? And tara's pussy? What would it be like? Rahul couldn't control himself. His thoughts were now firmly in tara's direction. He couldn't help but pictures himself making love to his dearest beautiful sis...making her moan with pleasure a he shot wad after wads of semen in her deep warm pussy, impregnating her, making her mother his child, his sister bearing him a child. Even before he could realize it rahul had began to jerk of as he fantasies about his sister. With a big jerk, his semen flew high into the air. His excited cock was spewing jets of thick cum. Finally the last drop had subsidized. But his cock stayed aloft. Rahul sighed, giving into lust and his desire for helping his sister and began walking back home, his cock still straining in his pants, anticipating the pleasures that lay ahead for it.

Rahul quietly pushed open the door and stepped into the house. In the driveway, mom’s car was missing.

"she must have deliberately gone outside to leave us alone." rahul thought. He was glad mom wasn’t home or he would have gain felt embarrassed at making love to her sister while his mom was in the next room.

He slowly moved through the corridor towards the living room. He could hear the soft sound of TV playing. Quietly he walked towards the couch. Tara was sitting on the sofa, her back turned to him, watching a movie on TV. Rahul stood behind Tara for a moment looking at his dear sister. He couldn't help but notice tara's breast as they rose and fall with her breath. Rahul was having a great view of tara's breasts down her top. She was wearing a pink top and a black skirt that reached till her knees. Yet she looked incredibly hot in that dress. She had tied her long black hair in a bun. A little sindoor adorned her forehead. In her wrists were a lot of colorful bangles, a look of a married Indian lady. She wore high heels as she had done since teenage. Rahul placed his hand on her shoulder.

"what...!" Tara whirled around, jumping out of her skin. "oh... shit... its you! You nearly scared me to death."

Rahul walked around smiling at her sister and sat down besides her.

"why? Were you expecting someone else?" he grinned and then suddenly realized it was not the best question.

Tara smiled weakly. “at this moment brother, I would be happy with any one else."

"why sis? Don't I mean anything to you?" rahul asked holding her hands. They were so soft and smooth.

"don't get me wrong rahul...its. its just that I feel so guilty about having put you in such a situation." Tara said and started sobbing. Rahul drew her into his arms.

"don't cry sis, I am willing to do anything to make you happy." he said softly into her ear. Tara kept sobbing softly, clutching her brother harder, and pressing her breasts into rahuls firm chest.

"please sis, don't cry please! At least for my sake!" rahul implored again. Tara stopped sobbing. She took rahuls face in her small delicate hands and looked into his eyes.

"rahul...you are the best brother any sister can have." she said as a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

"anything for you sis....anything for you." rahul said sincerely. They were looking into each others eyes, filled with love for each other.

Then Tara slowly closed the gap between them. Their lips met in a kiss. The sister’s lips touched her brothers for the first time. Tara closed her eyes as she felt her lips touch rahuls. Rahul, for a second couldn't believe if it indeed was happening, that he really was kissing his own sis. And then as he felt tara's wet lips locked to his own he too closed his eyes giving into the pleasure of it all. Tara's lips parted and her tongue came out looking for rahuls. Rahul let Tara, tongue into his mouth as they locked together in a passionate kiss. Their embrace had tightened around each other as they kissed, grinding each other into them. Tara was on her back now as rahul lay upon her. As he kissed, his hand sought out her breast and cupped it. Tara's eyes flew open for a second and her mouth opened to a silent groan as rahul gave her breast a squeeze. Then she let her eyes droop again as rahuls tongue dwelled deeper into her mouth exploring every corner. Rahul sought out her top and pushed it up revealing a black bra encased breast. His fingers hooked around the cup and drew it down. Tara's soft milky breast plopped out from its encasing. Tara moaned again, this time loudly as rahuls lips left her lips and locked around her taut brown nipple, hungrily suckling at it. Tara was moaning with pleasure now as rahul kept flicking his tongue over her nipples, feeling the rough texture of her nipples. Again then he will clamp down on them like a suckling baby drinking its fill of milk. Tara was now shuddering with delight and throwing her head around as waves after waves of pleasure hit her.

"ohhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssss......." she moaned aloud as rahul's teeth caught her nipple and pulled at them.

"oh...ra...rahul...you ....ar...are soooooo....wonderful" Tara panted as again rahul took in her soft breasts in his mouth. Rahul couldn't believe he was doing all this to his very own sister. But no matter what, he had never before experienced such a thrill as what he was getting now making love to her sister. He couldn't stop himself from doing all these things to his very own sister.

Even before he could realize, his lips began moving down, leaving a wet trail of saliva as the glided down to her navel. Rahul stopped at tara's navel. He always found a navel to be too dammed sexy. And now looking at his sister’s navel he had the urge to lick her there. Tara watched as rahuls tongue came out and slid around her navel, leaving wet trails. She moaned again, her arms and legs getting stiff at the touch of her brothers wet tongue feeling her navel. And then she saw his head move again.

"oh no..!" she thought with shivers of pleasure as she realized what rahul was going to do.

Rahuls head stopped between her legs. Rahul could sense that Tara was wet. In fact Tara was dripping wet with this foreplay. Rahul slowly picked up the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her well toned calves and her black panty. He held her calves and gently spread her legs wider. Tara spread them as wide as she could to let her wonderful brother have the best view of her wet pussy. Rahul looked at the panty covered mound. He could make out her puffed up sex-lips. She was dripping wet with her love juices. Rahul placed his two fingers over her mound. Tara moaned loudly arching her back. Rahul had touched her exactly on her swollen clit.

"rahul....rip it off rahul" Tara moaned again.

She was shivering. Her clit was throbbing. The next second her panty was gone, gathered around her ankles. Now her pussy lay bare to rahuls hungry eyes. Rahul moved his face closer to her pussy. Tara squirmed around as his hot breath blew over her sensitive clit now. And the very next second she felt his wet tongue flick over it.

"ohhhhhhh...myyyyyyyyy...gooooooodssssssssss" she again arched her back as his tongue sought her pussy.

Rahuls lips locked down on her pussy like her lips, sucking her wet juices.

"ahhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssss....." Tara moaned as his tongue sought deeper into her wet slippery hole.

"ohhhhh rahul....ohhhsssssss...rahul......"she kept repeating as he continued to suck her, thrusting down his tongue into her wet snatch.

Rahul placed his hand behind her ass and buried his face deep inside her pussy sucking her deep. Tara was on the verge of climax. Her toes were curled with pleasure as her hands pushed rahul deeper into her. His tongue continued to wreak havoc on her poor clit. With each flick of his tongue Tara would reach new heights of pleasure. Finally she was no longer able to hold herself.

"I.......ammm ......cummmminnnggggg" she shouted out.

And then her body went limp for a second. And the next second she was shuddering as waves after waves of pleasure shot through her. Her pussy began squirting her juice all around as Tara came in a hard climax. For what seemed like ages, Tara kept on shuddering as she experienced continuous orgasms, squirting her sticky juice all over rahul's face. Finally her body went limp again as she fell back on the couch.

Tara opened her eyes slowly, for a second not aware where she was. Then she saw her brother kneeling between her legs, his face covered with her juices. She smiled weakly at him.

"rahul?"

"yes sister?" rahul looked up to his smiling sister.

"come....come here and kiss me"

Rahul got up and then sat down besides her worn out sister. They embraced again, Tara grateful to be in his arms. Their lips met again for a soft kiss. They kissed for minutes, just enjoying each others body close. Then Tara broke off the kiss. Rahul looked at her with questioning eyes. Tara smiled.

"rahul....take me to the bedroom. Make me you wife." she managed to say.

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