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Life in a city like Chennai may be enthusiastic for many people. But for some young housewives like me it is really boring and monotonous, until I started to have a wonderful time with my brother. Speaking of me, I'm Pratheeba, I'm just 23. I'm 5'6" and 48 kgs. I have wheatish yet somewhat fair body, with a structure of 36-34-36. I use a 36C bra and a 90cm panty usually. I like to wear chudis, though sometime, I had the courage to wear saris below my navel during my college days. Being married at the age of 22, I have felt really bad about my freedom being snatched from me. For, in my college days I was one of those jumping and yelling type, a sheer contrast to how I am usually at home. I was one of those types who don't find it bad to talk about sex between girls at hostels. Though I have shared a number of sexy jokes and bits with my girls, I never had my hands on any of those sex books or even a small sexual experience with guys. As I finished my degree,

In that dark night my eyes went thro my brother's handwritten words in his diary. I had already changed my dress to a nightgown without any panties or bra and in that cold night I felt myself hot as I read his diary… Feb 25: Days went after that memorable one and this time today my dad's sister-in-law had come to the house. Actually she is the sister of my mom and she had married dad's brother. In our culture we would call her chithi… Today early in the morning after everyone had gone to his or her work; as usual I was sleeping late in the morning. I woke up only to hear running water from the bath that was attached to mom's bedroom. May be mom was taking bath, I thought as I woke, but only to later find out that both mom and her sister, Pavithra, taking bath together, for I heard both of giggling in the bathroom. So I ran to the back of the house to watch them take bath, through the ventilator. There they were, with water running from the shower, mom fully

It was the second day we had to ourselves, after my dad had deflowered me, that made the difference. The previous day… I had a nice sleep after my first fuck with dad... in fact I was never so tired and sore… that I just slept like a log after the fuck. I cannot say the sex I had with dad was a painful bad thing… but I felt my bones and body weak as a whole… and sore! By saying it as sore... I’m only downplaying the effect. Just think of it… I was so tired that I couldn’t even move my legs this side or that side… and when I did an effort to do so… my cunt lips got rubbed between the thighs and a sudden flash of pain and a tinge of pleasure would erupt at that moment. Even when I tried to move my legs to walk… during my every other step... I felt a huge rush of feeling between my thighs. In my mind, I can say... that I felt as if I’m a piece of cloth… cut and tore in the middle… I felt as if I was defenceless… open, feeling like a rag and very weak and tired at mind. Every girl feels

My name is Latha. I’m 18 years old, 5’7” in height and I weigh 65 kgs. My family consists of me, my mom and then my dad. My dad runs a business through internet at home and therefore would be in home most of the time. My mom is a clerk in an office. So she will be out of home in the day. If you had met me four months before, you would have found me as just another innocent homely little girl who had just then finished her schooling. I never had any love or sexual experience in school, because I had been brought up in that way. But today, I think I’m the sluttiest girl in the world. I have graduated to the level that I feel free to explain my experience in the internet by means of this story. It all started a few days after I finished my school. I had my own room and had my own privacy to do whatever I liked. It included chatting with my friends, mostly girls. All these girlish talk led me into this, I should say. Because one day we girls were talking on the phone and or topic went

Let me introduce myself. I’m Shekar, 5’9” and 75 kg with an average body. I never gave much importance to my body as every guy does. I was in my last year of college when we struck upon the idea of me and my mom going to our native place together. We boarded the train from Chennai and reached the village in the evening. Every thing was fine till we reached our place. We had our own house to stay whenever we go there. It was bought by dad a few years ago. Ours was a very small house in a small village that it had more farms than shops in the locality. There were no relatives for us in that village that we had actually come to settle a dispute between our relatives regarding a farmhouse that was given to mom by her dad, that’s my grandfather. The house we were staying was actually very small with two floors. The house was so small that it had only one room when dad bought it and had it renovated by adding a floor above. The entire top floor had just a bedroom with a parapet wall and