Novel & Cerita Read Indian Sex Stories

I had just turned nineteen. Unlike the west, most guys in my country, India, were still virgins at that age, making the best use of their hands. But that did not stop them from fantasizing. I was like any other guy. The Mehta's had moved into our apartment recently. Theirs was a small family husband, wife and their six year old kid. Mr. Mehta ran some business and was always traveling. Mrs. Mehta was a friendly lady; she must have been about 34 or 35 at the most, but most of the times she kept to herself.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

It's an Indian Sanskrit book that is translated into English. Curiosity bites me, and I begin to read it. I see images that illustrate all sixty-four sexual positions with instructions in details. I look at the package to know who sent it and see it was ordered from Ryan’s personal email id. Hotty is such a freak. Sixty-four fucking sex positions. Oh my god!

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”

I heard the sound of a vehicle driving off. The tall skinny man rose lazily from the floor. He still had the gun swinging loosely in his hand like the cowboys do in films. He opened the door slightly and peeped outside and quickly shut and locked the door. He untied the rope tying me to the chair and I could feel my blood pumping through my veins . I stood up and suddenly fell back onto the chair since I was extremely weak, dehydrated and hungry .My eyes were gradually adapting to the weak lightning. I could see a bed against the far wall on my left . He picked me up and threw me onto the bed . He forcibly tore my clothing and despite my feeble struggles succeeded in forcibly raping me.After

Sweat slicked our skin, the basement air thick with the scent of sex, my cries growing hoarse as Tony face-fucked me in sync, his balls tapping my chin. The coil in my belly wound tighter, every nerve ending firing….the burn in my ass from Jay's thick shaft slamming in repeatedly, the raw ache in my jaw from Tony's thrusts, the stinging heat on my skin from the endless slaps and twists. Jerry's hand snaked between my legs, fingers brushing my clit roughly, circling once before pinching it, the sudden spark pushing me over. I came hard, walls convulsing around nothing, a muffled scream vibrating through Tony as my body shook, ass milking Jay's cock in waves.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

My pussy began to clamp down on his thick dick, pulsing violently as a massive wave of an orgasm hit me, making me squirt all over his thighs while I screamed his name. Hearing my undone cries, Julian lost his mind. He let out a loud, animalistic roar, driving himself into me three more times with terrifying power, before burying his dick to the absolute root. His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.