All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I am Sharmila, 32 from Thane, Maharashtra. We stay in an apartment on Pokhran road.I was born and brought up in Benagluru, Karnataka by my parents who are in fact vary rich. My father is a businessman. I have a younger brother who is seven years younger to me. Our house at Jayanagar in Bengaluru is very big with five rooms, garden and all facilities. I studied my schooling at National College, Basavanagudi and finished my BSc at National College Jayanagar. Now let me tell more about my looks. I am rather a very beautiful to look at, plum healthy body, long hair, black wide eyes. My good or say bad luck was my boobs. I have inherited my breasts from my mother, who has not just very big, but huge pair. I started developing my breasts at very young age of 11 as soon as I had my puberty. When I finished my 10th standard my size was 34+. My bad luck was and is that I am unable to wear bra. The starts just cuts my skin on shoulder, leaves rashes and red blisters on back when I fit the buck

We just kissed for taking rest and would again start our intense fucking. Half an hour of love making and I felt his veins raise and shrink and balls contracting indicating he was abut to gush in me. I pressed down and he raising his legs held my hips close to him. He gushed and ejaculated in me for full five minutes. I could feel the intense heat of his cum inside my hot vagina. After disengaging we lay side by side. I touched my pussy to feel but could not see the sticky semen which he had just then poured inside me. I realized that my desert had completely drunk the sweet nectar.Before dawn we had mated once more. We woke up at seven and had hot coffee. I had told my maid not to come that day. I ordered some Breakfast from a nearby restaurant. After a million kisses, he left to his office at ten. I sat on the sofa and recollected all that happened since previous day. I was very happy, no regrets at all. Finally I became a woman, lost my virginity that too to a very n and healthy m

Father and son both are after the young, juicy maid. Who will take all?*****************************The Maid I don’t know what triggered the memory. Maybe it was a picture in a magazine, maybe a song I heard playing in the radio. Whatever it was, it brought me right back some 15 years in a level of detail, as if it happened yesterday. And it’s such an amazing story that I would like to share it with you. I don’t know what my mother was thinking when she hired Maria.I know what my father and I had on our minds when we first saw her but I really have no clue why my mother would hire such a gorgeous little creature to help out in the household. Maybe it was to keep dad occupied while she had her way with the pool boy? Who knows? Anyway, there she was. Petite, but with curves in all the right places. An angel’s face and the most promising smile I have ever seen.I was only seventeen at the time and Maria must have been twenty one. Although she was ‘the maid’ she was way out of my leagu

"They're just girls Steffie; I'd never have sex with young friends of yours, I've known them since they were little girls, they're my patients," he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach."You don't like them? You don't think they have nice bodies Daddy? You don't think they're sexy when you see them naked in your office?" I demanded."They're nice girls honey, but they're too young for me...""They're woman now Daddy, like me. Don't you think I'm pretty? Sexy? Don't you think men want me?" I cooed into his ear, each breath tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him."Of course, you're beautiful honey, but..." he stuttered, reddening as he spoke."If I wasn't your daughter, your little girl, would you want to make love to me Daddy?" I pressed him for an answer even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness."Jesus Steffie!" He groaned rolling away from me, and then rose up and jumped out of bed, his long shaft bouncing proudly as he moved."Awww, stay in b

SPRING 1994In the months that followed, through March and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new unknown territory; now longer was it just the innocent loving father-daughter relationship we'd lived for eighteen years.I think it was easier for me, my youth allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society's rejection of this forbidden love, of society's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him; society's taboos against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.Everything I did over those months was directed at making Daddy accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the problem and incest in general I was stunned at what I found.Daughters d