Sex with preeti
I am Julie… I am a prostitute now.this is my first lesbian experience. This is certainly my true story except for the fact that the place and names have changed of the characters.Well now I am 29yrs old and unmarried. I am bit horny to be honest since my brother loves to watch blue films and forces me to watch and later I became an addict to it…
Me and my brother inspite of watching blue films has sex only once or maximum twice in a month.// I am an lonely lady with nothing much to do and do get bored at times and to kill the time I started watching this films on my own and get very horny watching it and do masturbate while watching it.
Once my brother has to go out of station and being alone at home my neighbor`s daughter sleeps with me. She is only 18 and is brilliant in studies and a stunner. She is lean but has huge boobs for her size. She has well trimmed body and is well read with good knowledge regarding facts of life. I enjoy her company a lot and we pass time talking about movies and various other subjects…
One day while she came home at night to give me company I actually forgot to lock the door. She always like to scare me and she tip toed in the house. Our tv is in the bedroom and i was watching a blue film. She entered the room and at that time i was fingering my vagina and i was moaning and suddenly I felt a human presence. I turned and was dumb founded to see this girl staring at the tv set.
Immediately i switched it off and ran to her and pleaded preeti pls forget it and pls dont tell this to anyone or else i will have to end my life. She regained her composure and smiled and said dont worry aunty(she used to call me aunty) I will not utter a word to anyone. I made her promise by swearing in the name of god which she did. But I found her visibly shaken. I took her by hand and made her sit on the sofa and explained to her.
As I mentioned before she is well read and have fair knowledge about sex life I told her that I am 42 and is not satisfied with my sex life and hence I just watch this movies sometimes and I do masturbate also. I asked do you also masturbate. She bowed her head down and was silent. I felt bit courageous and lifted her head with my hand and old told her look preeti there is nothing to feel shy about.. I told her look `now u know my secret so let us be more close and tell me your secrets and will share our feelings. I somehow convinced her and she did tell me her story and when I heard that i was really shocked.
She told me that she is having an affair with her tuition teacher. I encourage her and told her tell me the whole thing. As her both parents are working she is alone, when the teacher comes to teach her. Somehow her teacher managed to hook her and is now regularly having sex with her daily except saturday and sunday. That is off for her. I asked what sort of sex.
She said the teacher keeps on kissing her and also licks her full body then undresses her and licks her vagina and also suckles her nipples. Maybe that could be the reason why preeti has such big boobs.. It is really huge and looks vulgar.and then the teacher makes preeti do the same thing to her. This teacher brings along with her a penis shape vibrator and inserts preeti`s vagina. She did broke her hymen. Well to cut short preeti has regular sex for more than two hours in her house and enjoys while I in my house watch the blue films and finger myself . I was really amazed and listening to it i really became hot and found that I am getting wet also.
Slowly I kept my hand on preeti`s shoulder and asked preeti do you enjoy it. She shyly replied, yes! very much. I boldly took the next step. I asked preeti will you please help me. She asked how. I said just be close to me and just touch me, .preeti was surprised but not too much. She said what if uncle comes to know. I said you dont tell anyone and I also won’t tell anyone so no one will come to know. I sat very close to her and started moving my hand on her head and started saying words like preeti you so beautiful and so lovely and sexy. You are so lucky to have sex at such an early age. And that too on daily basis.ohhh preeti. I placed my head on her shoulders and moved my hand slowly towards her breast. I started pinching her nipples and she also started to respond. I just could not control. I moved my hand inside her t-shirt and and also inside her bra and squeezed her boobs.. My god, was it big? Too big. Ok my boobs is also not all that bad but preeti it is just fantastic. I pleaded preeti pls remove your t-shirt. She removed without hesitation and I unhooked her bra and took it off.
Wow.. This has to be the biggest i have seen. I went crazy and just forgot my stature or status and started behaving like whore. I squeezed licked and pinched. I just could not have enough. Preeti was just enjoying and moaning.her eyes was closed and was moaning, Julie aunty you are so sexy,.by sucking her nipples I knelt in front of her. I pulled her skirt up and then then started to kiss her thighs. I pulled her and spread her legs. I was amused to see her panty was fully wet. I was so crazy by that time just not able to control myself. I started licking her panty. Preeti herself pulled her panty down. She said, Julie aunty please lick and put you two fingers inside. I obeyed her. My! it is so hard to express the pleasure i was having. I was squirting on my hind legs and suddenly thought about my pussy. I slided my panty and inserted my left hand fingers inside.preeti saw that and aunty that is mine don’t touch it. I got up. Pulled preeti also and started kissing and cupping her buttocks. I took her to the bed and took off my clothes and became stark naked.
She also did the same. I lied on the bed and told her, ok preeti all yours. And my god, I just could not believe the way it started. For a girl of 18 years she was just a great expert. I was sure the teacher must have applied all the knowledge onto preeti. And what pleasure!!!! ! It was just mind blowing experience. Preeti licked me from my fore head to my toes. She sucked each and every toe finger of mine. And then she started to lick my pussy.(good for the first time I am using this term for vagina) well I am hot now as i write. I daily have sex with preeti till my husband returned. But when my husband goes to work I call preeti to me.
Now the problem is preeti is torn in between me and the tuition teacher. Once preeti told me this but I said, look preeti you are mine and no one else. Preeti said, aunty i cannot avoid the teacher . It is not possible. Only one way is there . I asked what. She said she will somehow convince the teacher and then we can have three some and that will be great fun. Well after some thought, why not . It will be a change and great fun also. And she has the vibrator. I was also aching for a male penis. Subsequently i got one. Thanks to preeti
The End
To The Balless And Brainless Bro Who Zapped me stating -
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The invitation
I pick up the phone, start dialing his number, and then erase it again. I put the phone down and walk to the window. Just one night, that is not much too ask in a lifetime of possible 21900 nights. Just one night, he surely can’t deny me this one luxury. He owes it to me. I look out the window but see nothing except his face smiling back at me. I see his eyes taunting me, daring me to call.
I move back to the phone again. I stand with it in my hand. What will I say? How will I approach him? What if he says no? I put the phone down again. I move to the couch and sit down. I see him sprawled above me; feel his breathing fanning my neck. I feel the pressure of his erection between my legs; I jump up again and move to the kitchen.
I switch on the kettle while I get milk from the fridge. This will not do at all, either I call him or I stop this nonsense totally. It is now or never, do or don’t. I splatter milk all over the table as I put the carton down with force. I am a woman of substance; I do what I say and mean what I do. This ends here! With new found courage I stalk the phone. I pick it up disdainfully and punch his number in with vigor. I will not ask him, I will tell him I want one night!
I hear the phone ring on the other side. A husky voice enters a croaky, “Hello?”
My courage almost drains from me, but I persevere. “I want one final night, then she can have you forever.” I am never one to beat around the bushes. Why waste energy on foreplay?
“Beverley? Is that you?” his voice sounds clearer as if he just woke up from a nagging nightmare. I remain quiet, what’s the use in confirming what he already knows? I hear his breathing, can almost smell his musky scent, and taste him on my lips. I sigh.
“Are you fucking mad? I’m in another relationship now, I don’t want you anymore. Could I spell it any clearer than I already did?” before his last words hit my grey matter, I have already switched to deaf mode.
“Tonight, my place at eight sharp. Tell her you won’t be coming home till the next morn. I will be waiting.” I end the call immediately. He owes me this, I need this. I move back to the kitchen and switch on the kettle again. I pour three teaspoons of sugar in a cup and half fill it with milk. I stir the sweet milk mixture and then microwave it on high for one minute. Just before the milk starts boiling over, I remove it and add the hot water. Now the flavor has really blossomed in my cup. I can see clouds of aroma escape the frigid hold of the tea bag, just like he escaped me. He says I am frigid, says I am conservative, says he wants fun and sexy, well I will give it to him. I will show him just what he is about to throw away, and what he will never have again. He thinks he punished me? I will show him what punishment is really like. So he wants a sadist-masochist relationship, well he is going to get one. Johnny-boy, this is one ride you will remember for the rest of your life!
Preparations
I finish cleaning the house and make an appointment for a whole body massage at the local massage parlor. There is a masseuse named John, how appropriate! Unlike my John, this guy can perform miracles with your body. He makes you tingle in places you have never explored before. My appointment is for one in the afternoon. I have time to quickly enter a shop and leave with the perfect negligee and fishnet stockings. Stilettos are next on my list, a red pair and a black one. You never know when you need to change quickly. At twelve o’clock I am ready for John, with still an hour to spare, so I decide to eat a quick lunch at a small coffee shop. Couples walk past me totally in love with each other, I snort at their stupidity. Love is made for fools! I will take what is rightfully mine tonight.
When I enter the parlor, John is setting up his bed and switching on soothing music. He has a leotard on, bulging in all the right places! Too bad he is already taken, I can see myself performing miracles with his mold. I remove my clothing in the change room and fasten the string of my robe. He tells me to lie down on my stomach. I open my robe and press my naked front on the table as I relax on the bed. I feel oil dribbling on my back, bums and legs. Next, ice cold wind moves over my bare back, making all my hairs stand on end. Then follows the anticipated warmth, it starts in my toes and moves up my feet. It is his hands, hot as it removes the cold and warms the oil on my body. The tingle starts moving from my feet up my legs, to the center, but does not enter it. He is so good, I can feel my body turn to liquid. Then the warmth moves from my buns to my back and to my shoulders. I am so relaxed now, he can murder me and I will smile gladly. John calls this water changing from ice to fire, just what any girl needs to get fired up for her guy at home. He never does the front side, says it is virgin territory left for the man in your life. John, every woman’s dream, but as always the good ones are always taken or gay. He leaves me to reflect on my inner fire for an hour while Babyface fills the air.
John wakes me up after a nice nap. He has to help me get up since my body feels like I don’t have any bones. I dress quickly and am surprise to find it is already four o’clock. I leave the parlor invigorated. I unlock my door at exactly five o’clock. I move to the kitchen and remove the colored candles in the back of my cupboard. My granny gave them to me on my sixteenth birthday, “in case of an emergency, you never know when you need one,” she said.
I move my lover’s settee in the middle off the room and place candles all around it. All the other furniture I move to the edges of the room. Now there is enough space to maneuver. I go upstairs and run a tub filled with aromatic salts and relax in the water for an hour. When I get out of the water, I rub my body with scented baby oil and put on the fishnet stockings and the red stilettos. I fasten my bathrobe just as my door chime sings away merrily. Just in time, eight o’clock on the dot.
Jon was with his wife, the most lovely, sensitive, and perceptive human he’d ever met. Her shimmering blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail for this excursion, but even shortened thus it still hung to the bottom of the light pack on her back. Tall and slender, wearing shorts and a t-shirt and an old pair of sneakers, she was leggy and willowy and absolutely gorgeous despite the casual wardrobe. Splashing through the shallows next to him, Marie felt his scrutiny and stopped to smile inquiringly.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking how much I loved you.”
Her smile widened at that. “I love you, too, Jon. And I love this place. What a fabulous idea this was.”
They were about five miles upstream from where they’d started, penetrating ever deeper into this secluded stretch of wilderness. The gentle creek they were wading up varied from ankle deep to two or three feet in spots, and it was both bordered by flora and crammed with fauna of the most picturesque sort.
Morning glories bloomed along the shore, and trilliums glimmered in the thick deciduous forest beyond. Overhanging branches draped with wild grapevines supported squirrels and songbirds innumerable, as well as providing occasional relief from the midsummer sun. Schools of minnows, shiners, suckers and chub darted away from their splashing feet, scattering only to coalesce once again into synchronized shoals. Bull and leopard frogs croaked from the grassy banks, and so far they’d seen white-tailed deer, wild turkey, and two big turtles out sunning themselves: an Eastern Painted and a formidable looking snapper. A myriad of well-worn rocks poked roundly out of the sun-spangled stream, and occasionally wide expanses of exposed slate gave them dry ground to walk on. Jon hitched his pack up higher, a little larger and heavier than his wife’s, and he nodded.
“I used to do this all the time when I was a kid. Just head up the creek and keep going, playing explorer. This time of year the foliage is so lush you can almost imagine you’re in Africa, or deep in the Amazon jungle.
“Hell, for me it’s enough to just be in rural upstate New York. Soon we’ll find a good place to fish, swim, and camp, and there we’ll enjoy the day, no distractions. Then, at night, when the stars come out all country-clear, it’s like you’re the only people on the entire planet. I’m telling you, a weekend out here alone can make up for an entire year of crowded, noisy, smoggy city living.”
Smiling in contemplation, Marie nodded herself, her gaze going up the creek ahead of them. Then suddenly she reached out, her slender arm gripping him with surprising strength.
“Oh my god, honey, look!”
Already they’d seen mallards and teal and wood ducks, killdeer and kingfishers and other predatory waterfowl far more interesting than the innumerable forest songbirds. But now, following his wife’s gaze, Jon saw a stunning creature of another magnitude entirely. Up ahead of them, standing on a half-drowned tree-trunk, was a beautifully plumed blue, white, gray and black bird easily five feet tall. Its neck was cocked back in an elegant s-shaped curve, and its long dagger of a bill pointed intently down at the water beneath.
“That’s a Great Blue Heron,” whispered Jon reverently. “Beautiful and surprisingly common even up here in the Northeast. Absolutely fabulous. If that’s not a dinosaur descendent, I don’t know what is! Come on, let’s see how close we can get to him before he takes off.”
A STORE THAT SELLS HUSBANDS
A store that sells husbands has just opened where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men…
The store is composed of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.
There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.
So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1 - These men have jobs.
The woman reads the sign and says to herself, “Well, that’s better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what’s further up?”
So up she goes.
The second floor sign reads:
Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.
The woman remarks to herself, “That’s great, but I wonder what’s further up?” And up she goes again.
The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.
“Hmmm, better” she says. “But I wonder what’s upstairs?”
The fourth floor sign reads:
Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.
“Wow!” exclaims the woman, “very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!” And again she heads up another flight.
The fifth floor sign reads:
Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.
“Oh, mercy me! But just think… what must be awaiting me further on?” So up to the sixth floor she goes.
The sixth floor sign reads:
Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor.
There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at The Husband Store and have a nice day.