Calling All Those Telangana Ppl Questioning Andhrites

August 8, 2013

asal why should we offer something? what did you give to india? what did you give to tirupati? what did you do to your parents?

August 8, 2013

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August 8, 2013

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August 8, 2013

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August 8, 2013

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August 8, 2013

[color=white][b]Times in my Life : Part One [/b][/color][color=white][i]by [/i][/color][i][url="http://stories.xnxx.com/profile883634/Catmandue53"]Catmandue53[/url][/i]
[color=white][size=3]Fiction , Consensual Sex, Masturbation, School, Teen Male/Teen Females, Young[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]Posted: 2013-07-08
20:21:24 [/size][/color]

Report [color=white][size=3][b]Author's infos[/b]
Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3][b]Introduction: [/b]Introducing the main character[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]My first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticisms welcome.

Preamble:

I lived with sexually active parents, and my mother was an “at-home” indoor nudist. Dad had a life-time subscription to Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I started looking at the back-issues I found in boxes in the attic. After years of seeing my mother naked I was amazed to find out that women came in many, many different varieties.

The older issues were pretty tame compared to the porn available in print and online nowadays. While showing breasts and pussy hair was acceptable at that time, wide open pussy shots were still frowned upon.

I was 12 years old when I found the first Playboy magazine. I was looking for comic books that were still in storage in the attic after our last move. Imagine my surprise when I found boxes and boxes filled with mostly naked women!

I looked at every picture in every one of those magazines. I removed all the centrefolds and carefully stored them in the bottom of a box of comics. No one but me read the comics and the pictures were safe and sound under the pile of comics.

Chapter One: Another Move ---

Another move. My father worked for a bank and was transferred to a different branch every few years. It always involved a higher ranking position and a pay raise so it was kind of a mixed blessing sort of thing.

The new (for us) house sat on one side of the end of the street, facing the houses on the other side of the street with the river running behind those houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with a combination kitchen / eating space, a front room, a laundry room, and a bathroom all on the main floor. Downstairs had a family room, an office, another room that could be used for laundry that was far larger than the one upstairs, and a recreation room. At one end of the recreation room a small room branched off of it. No door or anything. It was not meant to be used as a bedroom and I immediately claimed it as my own personal recreation room. Seeing as there was no door (or door-frame for the matter) for privacy my parents agreed to let my claim on the room stand.

This house had no attic so all the extra boxes were stored in the opposite end of the recreation room from my claimed area. This worked out great for me as I could get into the boxes of comics and the boxes of Playboy and Penthouse without ever worrying about getting caught at it. The recreation room did have a door, but closing it would invite suspicion and I didn't want that. The comics and skin magazines were right beside each other and it was easy for me to pull a stack of comics out of a box if need be.

New issues of Playboy and Penthouse continued to arrive every month. Once a new issue had arrived, the previous ones were likely to be boxed up as well. This was fine by me... I was now 15 years old and was starting to look at the pictures in a new light. For one thing, both magazines were showing a lot more nudity, especially in the pussy area. In the Penthouse magazines particularity it was more often than not that you could see the whole pussy in many of the shots.

For reasons I didn't yet understand I was really examining these more revealing photographs. I also started reading some of the columns in the magazines. Hitherto they had been completely ignored... now they provided an erotic and evocative education. The letters columns were interesting to read as real people were writing in with real questions that were being answered by real women. And the answers to those questions was an education in itself.

I started reading all the columns in both magazines from the oldest issues stored away until I had caught up with the current issues of both magazines. They were always “hidden” under my parent’s bed... not a terribly hard place for a teenage boy to find them. After reading and viewing them, they went back under the bed in the same position I had found them.

I would go to sleep at night with a panorama of naked beauties playing across the insides of my eyelids. I always had a good nights sleep.

Chapter Two: School Starts ---

My parents had planned the move to coincide with the resumption of school for my sister and I. She was 3 years younger than me and went to a public school. I was going to be entering grade 9 in my first year of high-school.

We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister's school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, located on the very edge of the city.

At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field at the rear of the school. There was 1 picnic table to sit on and that was it. I later learned that most of the smokers walked to the other side of the parking lot to sit on the gentle rise of a hill. But... first day for me and I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with a small group of kids the same age and grade as me.

We engaged in small-talk about classes and teachers and the location of all the rooms in the two story school. After we had finished smoking everyone went back inside to sit more comfortably in the courtyard at the center of the school. I lingered a while, looking around me, taking in the view and trying to remember where everything inside the school was. I'm sure you will remember your first day of high-school and how hard it was to remember where everything was.

Just as I was getting up to go inside a girl came out and sat on the picnic table top beside me.

My initial impression of her was that she looked a bit like a female version of your average teenage boy. Her dirty blonde hair was short and untamed; it looked, as my mother would say, as if “A hurricane had gone through it”. She had freckles on her face, small, and low in number. She wore no makeup at all. In fact, her face seemed a bit dirty. It was hard to tell the freckles from dirt spots.

A school football jersey covered her upper torso. It was at least 2 sizes too big for her, trimmed in the school colours and was a dull white colour. And it did nothing to hide the fact she had large breasts. After seeing them protruding outwards, the rest of her clothes and looks became a bit of a side note. She wore blue-jeans, straight-cut, not tapered, had on blacks socks and black weathered short-back style shoes baseball shoes. I tried to see more of her but my eyes were drawn like magnets back to her breasts.

She noticed me staring and gave me a hard look. “It's not polite to stare you know” she stated in a low, quiet voice.

I looked away as she flicked her cigarette out of her hand. “I'm sorry ” I said quietly. I risked another look at her face to gauge how angry she was with me. Instead of the expected frown there was a small, somewhat grim-looking smile.

“What exactly did you find so interesting that you had to stare?” she queried.

Completely flustered, I managed a weak reply of, “Your football jersey”.

“What about it?”, she asked after a few seconds. Her voice was still quiet but now carried a menacing overtone.

I was completely at a loss for words, a previously unheard of event in my life. I thought quickly about an answer, thinking and discarding them one after another. There seemed nothing I could say that would appease her so I decided to go with the truth. My mother always said it was best to go with the truth if you have no other options.

“Well... it really doesn't flatter you” I managed.

Her eyes immediately flashed and her visage darkened. “WHAT?! What do you mean by that?!”

Speaking quickly I spurted out, “Well, it's too big for you and really hides the beauty of your breasts”.

She sputtered and looked at me in disbelief. “Say what?! What are you talking about, 'my breasts'?”

“Your **** I mean. I'm sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more”.

I wasn't sure that there was anything that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, short of a complete make-over, but I was skating on really, really thin ice.

She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day... a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.

“You're kinda cute, you know that?”

Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn't related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn't it.

She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, “You're not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my **** like that?”

I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her; I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.

“Come with me”, she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.

“Where?” I managed to squeak out.

“Shhhh”, she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of “be quiet”.

It was then I became aware that she was quite strong; she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.

My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. What I could see looked good.

We travelled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door.

It was not very light in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.

She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that I was facing her.

“So... you think that my 'breasts' are beautiful eh?”. Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

“I'm sure they are”, I started. “Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm.”

Again, that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.

“Would you like to see them?”, she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.

“Oh yes please”, I replied as I thought to myself, “Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!”

That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me; wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.

“What do you think”, she asked in earnest.

I thought for a few seconds and said, “Honestly, I can't tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts... uh... I mean ****, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off”.

There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she turned back to face me I was able to see...

WOAH! NICE ****! And they were! Larger than my mother's, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long... far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And... there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. “ damn ”, I thought... these are really nice!

I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn't going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.

“They are truly quite stunning”, I said, a real note of awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.

I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn't focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close..

She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.

“Oh... yes, please. I would like that very much”.

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.

“Your hand is very warm”, she said quietly.

“Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person”.
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August 8, 2013

[color=white][b]Times in my Life : Part One [/b][/color][color=white][i]by [/i][/color][i][url="http://stories.xnxx.com/profile883634/Catmandue53"]Catmandue53[/url][/i]
[color=white][size=3]Fiction , Consensual Sex, Masturbation, School, Teen Male/Teen Females, Young[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]Posted: 2013-07-08
20:21:24 [/size][/color]

[color=white][size=3][b]Author's infos[/b]
Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3][b]Introduction: [/b]Introducing the main character[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]My first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticisms welcome.

Preamble:

I lived with sexually active parents, and my mother was an “at-home” indoor nudist. Dad had a life-time subscription to Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I started looking at the back-issues I found in boxes in the attic. After years of seeing my mother naked I was amazed to find out that women came in many, many different varieties.

The older issues were pretty tame compared to the porn available in print and online nowadays. While showing breasts and pussy hair was acceptable at that time, wide open pussy shots were still frowned upon.

I was 12 years old when I found the first Playboy magazine. I was looking for comic books that were still in storage in the attic after our last move. Imagine my surprise when I found boxes and boxes filled with mostly naked women!

I looked at every picture in every one of those magazines. I removed all the centrefolds and carefully stored them in the bottom of a box of comics. No one but me read the comics and the pictures were safe and sound under the pile of comics.

Chapter One: Another Move ---

Another move. My father worked for a bank and was transferred to a different branch every few years. It always involved a higher ranking position and a pay raise so it was kind of a mixed blessing sort of thing.

The new (for us) house sat on one side of the end of the street, facing the houses on the other side of the street with the river running behind those houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with a combination kitchen / eating space, a front room, a laundry room, and a bathroom all on the main floor. Downstairs had a family room, an office, another room that could be used for laundry that was far larger than the one upstairs, and a recreation room. At one end of the recreation room a small room branched off of it. No door or anything. It was not meant to be used as a bedroom and I immediately claimed it as my own personal recreation room. Seeing as there was no door (or door-frame for the matter) for privacy my parents agreed to let my claim on the room stand.

This house had no attic so all the extra boxes were stored in the opposite end of the recreation room from my claimed area. This worked out great for me as I could get into the boxes of comics and the boxes of Playboy and Penthouse without ever worrying about getting caught at it. The recreation room did have a door, but closing it would invite suspicion and I didn't want that. The comics and skin magazines were right beside each other and it was easy for me to pull a stack of comics out of a box if need be.

New issues of Playboy and Penthouse continued to arrive every month. Once a new issue had arrived, the previous ones were likely to be boxed up as well. This was fine by me... I was now 15 years old and was starting to look at the pictures in a new light. For one thing, both magazines were showing a lot more nudity, especially in the pussy area. In the Penthouse magazines particularity it was more often than not that you could see the whole pussy in many of the shots.

For reasons I didn't yet understand I was really examining these more revealing photographs. I also started reading some of the columns in the magazines. Hitherto they had been completely ignored... now they provided an erotic and evocative education. The letters columns were interesting to read as real people were writing in with real questions that were being answered by real women. And the answers to those questions was an education in itself.

I started reading all the columns in both magazines from the oldest issues stored away until I had caught up with the current issues of both magazines. They were always “hidden” under my parent’s bed... not a terribly hard place for a teenage boy to find them. After reading and viewing them, they went back under the bed in the same position I had found them.

I would go to sleep at night with a panorama of naked beauties playing across the insides of my eyelids. I always had a good nights sleep.

Chapter Two: School Starts ---

My parents had planned the move to coincide with the resumption of school for my sister and I. She was 3 years younger than me and went to a public school. I was going to be entering grade 9 in my first year of high-school.

We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister's school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, located on the very edge of the city.

At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field at the rear of the school. There was 1 picnic table to sit on and that was it. I later learned that most of the smokers walked to the other side of the parking lot to sit on the gentle rise of a hill. But... first day for me and I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with a small group of kids the same age and grade as me.

We engaged in small-talk about classes and teachers and the location of all the rooms in the two story school. After we had finished smoking everyone went back inside to sit more comfortably in the courtyard at the center of the school. I lingered a while, looking around me, taking in the view and trying to remember where everything inside the school was. I'm sure you will remember your first day of high-school and how hard it was to remember where everything was.

Just as I was getting up to go inside a girl came out and sat on the picnic table top beside me.

My initial impression of her was that she looked a bit like a female version of your average teenage boy. Her dirty blonde hair was short and untamed; it looked, as my mother would say, as if “A hurricane had gone through it”. She had freckles on her face, small, and low in number. She wore no makeup at all. In fact, her face seemed a bit dirty. It was hard to tell the freckles from dirt spots.

A school football jersey covered her upper torso. It was at least 2 sizes too big for her, trimmed in the school colours and was a dull white colour. And it did nothing to hide the fact she had large breasts. After seeing them protruding outwards, the rest of her clothes and looks became a bit of a side note. She wore blue-jeans, straight-cut, not tapered, had on blacks socks and black weathered short-back style shoes baseball shoes. I tried to see more of her but my eyes were drawn like magnets back to her breasts.

She noticed me staring and gave me a hard look. “It's not polite to stare you know” she stated in a low, quiet voice.

I looked away as she flicked her cigarette out of her hand. “I'm sorry ” I said quietly. I risked another look at her face to gauge how angry she was with me. Instead of the expected frown there was a small, somewhat grim-looking smile.

“What exactly did you find so interesting that you had to stare?” she queried.

Completely flustered, I managed a weak reply of, “Your football jersey”.

“What about it?”, she asked after a few seconds. Her voice was still quiet but now carried a menacing overtone.

I was completely at a loss for words, a previously unheard of event in my life. I thought quickly about an answer, thinking and discarding them one after another. There seemed nothing I could say that would appease her so I decided to go with the truth. My mother always said it was best to go with the truth if you have no other options.

“Well... it really doesn't flatter you” I managed.

Her eyes immediately flashed and her visage darkened. “WHAT?! What do you mean by that?!”

Speaking quickly I spurted out, “Well, it's too big for you and really hides the beauty of your breasts”.

She sputtered and looked at me in disbelief. “Say what?! What are you talking about, 'my breasts'?”

“Your **** I mean. I'm sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more”.

I wasn't sure that there was anything that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, short of a complete make-over, but I was skating on really, really thin ice.

She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day... a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.

“You're kinda cute, you know that?”

Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn't related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn't it.

She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, “You're not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my **** like that?”

I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her; I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.

“Come with me”, she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.

“Where?” I managed to squeak out.

“Shhhh”, she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of “be quiet”.

It was then I became aware that she was quite strong; she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.

My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. What I could see looked good.

We travelled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door.

It was not very light in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.

She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that I was facing her.

“So... you think that my 'breasts' are beautiful eh?”. Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

“I'm sure they are”, I started. “Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm.”

Again, that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.

“Would you like to see them?”, she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.

“Oh yes please”, I replied as I thought to myself, “Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!”

That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me; wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.

“What do you think”, she asked in earnest.

I thought for a few seconds and said, “Honestly, I can't tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts... uh... I mean ****, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off”.

There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she turned back to face me I was able to see...

WOAH! NICE ****! And they were! Larger than my mother's, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long... far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And... there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. “ damn ”, I thought... these are really nice!

I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn't going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.

“They are truly quite stunning”, I said, a real note of awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.

I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn't focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close..

She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.

“Oh... yes, please. I would like that very much”.

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.

“Your hand is very warm”, she said quietly.

“Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person”.
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August 8, 2013

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August 8, 2013

[color=white][b]Times in my Life : Part One [/b][/color][color=white][i]by [/i][/color][i][url="http://stories.xnxx.com/profile883634/Catmandue53"]Catmandue53[/url][/i]
[color=white][size=3]Fiction , Consensual Sex, Masturbation, School, Teen Male/Teen Females, Young[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]Posted: 2013-07-08
20:21:24 [/size][/color]

[color=white][size=3][b]Author's infos[/b]
Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3][b]Introduction: [/b]Introducing the main character[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]My first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticisms welcome.

Preamble:

I lived with sexually active parents, and my mother was an “at-home” indoor nudist. Dad had a life-time subscription to Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I started looking at the back-issues I found in boxes in the attic. After years of seeing my mother naked I was amazed to find out that women came in many, many different varieties.

The older issues were pretty tame compared to the porn available in print and online nowadays. While showing breasts and pussy hair was acceptable at that time, wide open pussy shots were still frowned upon.

I was 12 years old when I found the first Playboy magazine. I was looking for comic books that were still in storage in the attic after our last move. Imagine my surprise when I found boxes and boxes filled with mostly naked women!

I looked at every picture in every one of those magazines. I removed all the centrefolds and carefully stored them in the bottom of a box of comics. No one but me read the comics and the pictures were safe and sound under the pile of comics.

Chapter One: Another Move ---

Another move. My father worked for a bank and was transferred to a different branch every few years. It always involved a higher ranking position and a pay raise so it was kind of a mixed blessing sort of thing.

The new (for us) house sat on one side of the end of the street, facing the houses on the other side of the street with the river running behind those houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with a combination kitchen / eating space, a front room, a laundry room, and a bathroom all on the main floor. Downstairs had a family room, an office, another room that could be used for laundry that was far larger than the one upstairs, and a recreation room. At one end of the recreation room a small room branched off of it. No door or anything. It was not meant to be used as a bedroom and I immediately claimed it as my own personal recreation room. Seeing as there was no door (or door-frame for the matter) for privacy my parents agreed to let my claim on the room stand.

This house had no attic so all the extra boxes were stored in the opposite end of the recreation room from my claimed area. This worked out great for me as I could get into the boxes of comics and the boxes of Playboy and Penthouse without ever worrying about getting caught at it. The recreation room did have a door, but closing it would invite suspicion and I didn't want that. The comics and skin magazines were right beside each other and it was easy for me to pull a stack of comics out of a box if need be.

New issues of Playboy and Penthouse continued to arrive every month. Once a new issue had arrived, the previous ones were likely to be boxed up as well. This was fine by me... I was now 15 years old and was starting to look at the pictures in a new light. For one thing, both magazines were showing a lot more nudity, especially in the pussy area. In the Penthouse magazines particularity it was more often than not that you could see the whole pussy in many of the shots.

For reasons I didn't yet understand I was really examining these more revealing photographs. I also started reading some of the columns in the magazines. Hitherto they had been completely ignored... now they provided an erotic and evocative education. The letters columns were interesting to read as real people were writing in with real questions that were being answered by real women. And the answers to those questions was an education in itself.

I started reading all the columns in both magazines from the oldest issues stored away until I had caught up with the current issues of both magazines. They were always “hidden” under my parent’s bed... not a terribly hard place for a teenage boy to find them. After reading and viewing them, they went back under the bed in the same position I had found them.

I would go to sleep at night with a panorama of naked beauties playing across the insides of my eyelids. I always had a good nights sleep.

Chapter Two: School Starts ---

My parents had planned the move to coincide with the resumption of school for my sister and I. She was 3 years younger than me and went to a public school. I was going to be entering grade 9 in my first year of high-school.

We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister's school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, located on the very edge of the city.

At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field at the rear of the school. There was 1 picnic table to sit on and that was it. I later learned that most of the smokers walked to the other side of the parking lot to sit on the gentle rise of a hill. But... first day for me and I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with a small group of kids the same age and grade as me.

We engaged in small-talk about classes and teachers and the location of all the rooms in the two story school. After we had finished smoking everyone went back inside to sit more comfortably in the courtyard at the center of the school. I lingered a while, looking around me, taking in the view and trying to remember where everything inside the school was. I'm sure you will remember your first day of high-school and how hard it was to remember where everything was.

Just as I was getting up to go inside a girl came out and sat on the picnic table top beside me.

My initial impression of her was that she looked a bit like a female version of your average teenage boy. Her dirty blonde hair was short and untamed; it looked, as my mother would say, as if “A hurricane had gone through it”. She had freckles on her face, small, and low in number. She wore no makeup at all. In fact, her face seemed a bit dirty. It was hard to tell the freckles from dirt spots.

A school football jersey covered her upper torso. It was at least 2 sizes too big for her, trimmed in the school colours and was a dull white colour. And it did nothing to hide the fact she had large breasts. After seeing them protruding outwards, the rest of her clothes and looks became a bit of a side note. She wore blue-jeans, straight-cut, not tapered, had on blacks socks and black weathered short-back style shoes baseball shoes. I tried to see more of her but my eyes were drawn like magnets back to her breasts.

She noticed me staring and gave me a hard look. “It's not polite to stare you know” she stated in a low, quiet voice.

I looked away as she flicked her cigarette out of her hand. “I'm sorry ” I said quietly. I risked another look at her face to gauge how angry she was with me. Instead of the expected frown there was a small, somewhat grim-looking smile.

“What exactly did you find so interesting that you had to stare?” she queried.

Completely flustered, I managed a weak reply of, “Your football jersey”.

“What about it?”, she asked after a few seconds. Her voice was still quiet but now carried a menacing overtone.

I was completely at a loss for words, a previously unheard of event in my life. I thought quickly about an answer, thinking and discarding them one after another. There seemed nothing I could say that would appease her so I decided to go with the truth. My mother always said it was best to go with the truth if you have no other options.

“Well... it really doesn't flatter you” I managed.

Her eyes immediately flashed and her visage darkened. “WHAT?! What do you mean by that?!”

Speaking quickly I spurted out, “Well, it's too big for you and really hides the beauty of your breasts”.

She sputtered and looked at me in disbelief. “Say what?! What are you talking about, 'my breasts'?”

“Your **** I mean. I'm sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more”.

I wasn't sure that there was anything that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, short of a complete make-over, but I was skating on really, really thin ice.

She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day... a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.

“You're kinda cute, you know that?”

Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn't related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn't it.

She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, “You're not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my **** like that?”

I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her; I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.

“Come with me”, she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.

“Where?” I managed to squeak out.

“Shhhh”, she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of “be quiet”.

It was then I became aware that she was quite strong; she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.

My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. What I could see looked good.

We travelled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door.

It was not very light in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.

She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that I was facing her.

“So... you think that my 'breasts' are beautiful eh?”. Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

“I'm sure they are”, I started. “Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm.”

Again, that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.

“Would you like to see them?”, she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.

“Oh yes please”, I replied as I thought to myself, “Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!”

That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me; wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.

“What do you think”, she asked in earnest.

I thought for a few seconds and said, “Honestly, I can't tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts... uh... I mean ****, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off”.

There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she turned back to face me I was able to see...

WOAH! NICE ****! And they were! Larger than my mother's, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long... far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And... there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. “ damn ”, I thought... these are really nice!

I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn't going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.

“They are truly quite stunning”, I said, a real note of awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.

I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn't focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close..

She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.

“Oh... yes, please. I would like that very much”.

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.

“Your hand is very warm”, she said quietly.

“Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person”.
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August 8, 2013

[color=white][b]Times in my Life : Part One [/b][/color][color=white][i]by [/i][/color][i][url="http://stories.xnxx.com/profile883634/Catmandue53"]Catmandue53[/url][/i]
[color=white][size=3]Fiction , Consensual Sex, Masturbation, School, Teen Male/Teen Females, Young[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]Posted: 2013-07-08
20:21:24 [/size][/color]

[color=white][size=3][b]Author's infos[/b]
Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3][b]Introduction: [/b]Introducing the main character[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]My first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticisms welcome.

Preamble:

I lived with sexually active parents, and my mother was an “at-home” indoor nudist. Dad had a life-time subscription to Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I started looking at the back-issues I found in boxes in the attic. After years of seeing my mother naked I was amazed to find out that women came in many, many different varieties.

The older issues were pretty tame compared to the porn available in print and online nowadays. While showing breasts and pussy hair was acceptable at that time, wide open pussy shots were still frowned upon.

I was 12 years old when I found the first Playboy magazine. I was looking for comic books that were still in storage in the attic after our last move. Imagine my surprise when I found boxes and boxes filled with mostly naked women!

I looked at every picture in every one of those magazines. I removed all the centrefolds and carefully stored them in the bottom of a box of comics. No one but me read the comics and the pictures were safe and sound under the pile of comics.

Chapter One: Another Move ---

Another move. My father worked for a bank and was transferred to a different branch every few years. It always involved a higher ranking position and a pay raise so it was kind of a mixed blessing sort of thing.

The new (for us) house sat on one side of the end of the street, facing the houses on the other side of the street with the river running behind those houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with a combination kitchen / eating space, a front room, a laundry room, and a bathroom all on the main floor. Downstairs had a family room, an office, another room that could be used for laundry that was far larger than the one upstairs, and a recreation room. At one end of the recreation room a small room branched off of it. No door or anything. It was not meant to be used as a bedroom and I immediately claimed it as my own personal recreation room. Seeing as there was no door (or door-frame for the matter) for privacy my parents agreed to let my claim on the room stand.

This house had no attic so all the extra boxes were stored in the opposite end of the recreation room from my claimed area. This worked out great for me as I could get into the boxes of comics and the boxes of Playboy and Penthouse without ever worrying about getting caught at it. The recreation room did have a door, but closing it would invite suspicion and I didn't want that. The comics and skin magazines were right beside each other and it was easy for me to pull a stack of comics out of a box if need be.

New issues of Playboy and Penthouse continued to arrive every month. Once a new issue had arrived, the previous ones were likely to be boxed up as well. This was fine by me... I was now 15 years old and was starting to look at the pictures in a new light. For one thing, both magazines were showing a lot more nudity, especially in the pussy area. In the Penthouse magazines particularity it was more often than not that you could see the whole pussy in many of the shots.

For reasons I didn't yet understand I was really examining these more revealing photographs. I also started reading some of the columns in the magazines. Hitherto they had been completely ignored... now they provided an erotic and evocative education. The letters columns were interesting to read as real people were writing in with real questions that were being answered by real women. And the answers to those questions was an education in itself.

I started reading all the columns in both magazines from the oldest issues stored away until I had caught up with the current issues of both magazines. They were always “hidden” under my parent’s bed... not a terribly hard place for a teenage boy to find them. After reading and viewing them, they went back under the bed in the same position I had found them.

I would go to sleep at night with a panorama of naked beauties playing across the insides of my eyelids. I always had a good nights sleep.

Chapter Two: School Starts ---

My parents had planned the move to coincide with the resumption of school for my sister and I. She was 3 years younger than me and went to a public school. I was going to be entering grade 9 in my first year of high-school.

We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister's school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, located on the very edge of the city.

At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field at the rear of the school. There was 1 picnic table to sit on and that was it. I later learned that most of the smokers walked to the other side of the parking lot to sit on the gentle rise of a hill. But... first day for me and I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with a small group of kids the same age and grade as me.

We engaged in small-talk about classes and teachers and the location of all the rooms in the two story school. After we had finished smoking everyone went back inside to sit more comfortably in the courtyard at the center of the school. I lingered a while, looking around me, taking in the view and trying to remember where everything inside the school was. I'm sure you will remember your first day of high-school and how hard it was to remember where everything was.

Just as I was getting up to go inside a girl came out and sat on the picnic table top beside me.

My initial impression of her was that she looked a bit like a female version of your average teenage boy. Her dirty blonde hair was short and untamed; it looked, as my mother would say, as if “A hurricane had gone through it”. She had freckles on her face, small, and low in number. She wore no makeup at all. In fact, her face seemed a bit dirty. It was hard to tell the freckles from dirt spots.

A school football jersey covered her upper torso. It was at least 2 sizes too big for her, trimmed in the school colours and was a dull white colour. And it did nothing to hide the fact she had large breasts. After seeing them protruding outwards, the rest of her clothes and looks became a bit of a side note. She wore blue-jeans, straight-cut, not tapered, had on blacks socks and black weathered short-back style shoes baseball shoes. I tried to see more of her but my eyes were drawn like magnets back to her breasts.

She noticed me staring and gave me a hard look. “It's not polite to stare you know” she stated in a low, quiet voice.

I looked away as she flicked her cigarette out of her hand. “I'm sorry ” I said quietly. I risked another look at her face to gauge how angry she was with me. Instead of the expected frown there was a small, somewhat grim-looking smile.

“What exactly did you find so interesting that you had to stare?” she queried.

Completely flustered, I managed a weak reply of, “Your football jersey”.

“What about it?”, she asked after a few seconds. Her voice was still quiet but now carried a menacing overtone.

I was completely at a loss for words, a previously unheard of event in my life. I thought quickly about an answer, thinking and discarding them one after another. There seemed nothing I could say that would appease her so I decided to go with the truth. My mother always said it was best to go with the truth if you have no other options.

“Well... it really doesn't flatter you” I managed.

Her eyes immediately flashed and her visage darkened. “WHAT?! What do you mean by that?!”

Speaking quickly I spurted out, “Well, it's too big for you and really hides the beauty of your breasts”.

She sputtered and looked at me in disbelief. “Say what?! What are you talking about, 'my breasts'?”

“Your **** I mean. I'm sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more”.

I wasn't sure that there was anything that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, short of a complete make-over, but I was skating on really, really thin ice.

She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day... a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.

“You're kinda cute, you know that?”

Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn't related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn't it.

She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, “You're not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my **** like that?”

I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her; I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.

“Come with me”, she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.

“Where?” I managed to squeak out.

“Shhhh”, she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of “be quiet”.

It was then I became aware that she was quite strong; she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.

My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. What I could see looked good.

We travelled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door.

It was not very light in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.

She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that I was facing her.

“So... you think that my 'breasts' are beautiful eh?”. Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

“I'm sure they are”, I started. “Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm.”

Again, that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.

“Would you like to see them?”, she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.

“Oh yes please”, I replied as I thought to myself, “Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!”

That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me; wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.

“What do you think”, she asked in earnest.

I thought for a few seconds and said, “Honestly, I can't tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts... uh... I mean ****, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off”.

There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she turned back to face me I was able to see...

WOAH! NICE ****! And they were! Larger than my mother's, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long... far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And... there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. “ damn ”, I thought... these are really nice!

I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn't going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.

“They are truly quite stunning”, I said, a real note of awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.

I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn't focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close..

She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.

“Oh... yes, please. I would like that very much”.

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.

“Your hand is very warm”, she said quietly.

“Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person”.
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August 8, 2013

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August 8, 2013

[color=white][b]Times in my Life : Part One [/b][/color][color=white][i]by [/i][/color][i][url="http://stories.xnxx.com/profile883634/Catmandue53"]Catmandue53[/url][/i]
[color=white][size=3]Fiction , Consensual Sex, Masturbation, School, Teen Male/Teen Females, Young[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]Posted: 2013-07-08
20:21:24 [/size][/color]

[color=white][size=3][b]Author's infos[/b]
Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3][b]Introduction: [/b]Introducing the main character[/size][/color] [color=white][size=3]My first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticisms welcome.

Preamble:

I lived with sexually active parents, and my mother was an “at-home” indoor nudist. Dad had a life-time subscription to Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I started looking at the back-issues I found in boxes in the attic. After years of seeing my mother naked I was amazed to find out that women came in many, many different varieties.

The older issues were pretty tame compared to the porn available in print and online nowadays. While showing breasts and pussy hair was acceptable at that time, wide open pussy shots were still frowned upon.

I was 12 years old when I found the first Playboy magazine. I was looking for comic books that were still in storage in the attic after our last move. Imagine my surprise when I found boxes and boxes filled with mostly naked women!

I looked at every picture in every one of those magazines. I removed all the centrefolds and carefully stored them in the bottom of a box of comics. No one but me read the comics and the pictures were safe and sound under the pile of comics.

Chapter One: Another Move ---

Another move. My father worked for a bank and was transferred to a different branch every few years. It always involved a higher ranking position and a pay raise so it was kind of a mixed blessing sort of thing.

The new (for us) house sat on one side of the end of the street, facing the houses on the other side of the street with the river running behind those houses. It was a 3 bedroom house with a combination kitchen / eating space, a front room, a laundry room, and a bathroom all on the main floor. Downstairs had a family room, an office, another room that could be used for laundry that was far larger than the one upstairs, and a recreation room. At one end of the recreation room a small room branched off of it. No door or anything. It was not meant to be used as a bedroom and I immediately claimed it as my own personal recreation room. Seeing as there was no door (or door-frame for the matter) for privacy my parents agreed to let my claim on the room stand.

This house had no attic so all the extra boxes were stored in the opposite end of the recreation room from my claimed area. This worked out great for me as I could get into the boxes of comics and the boxes of Playboy and Penthouse without ever worrying about getting caught at it. The recreation room did have a door, but closing it would invite suspicion and I didn't want that. The comics and skin magazines were right beside each other and it was easy for me to pull a stack of comics out of a box if need be.

New issues of Playboy and Penthouse continued to arrive every month. Once a new issue had arrived, the previous ones were likely to be boxed up as well. This was fine by me... I was now 15 years old and was starting to look at the pictures in a new light. For one thing, both magazines were showing a lot more nudity, especially in the pussy area. In the Penthouse magazines particularity it was more often than not that you could see the whole pussy in many of the shots.

For reasons I didn't yet understand I was really examining these more revealing photographs. I also started reading some of the columns in the magazines. Hitherto they had been completely ignored... now they provided an erotic and evocative education. The letters columns were interesting to read as real people were writing in with real questions that were being answered by real women. And the answers to those questions was an education in itself.

I started reading all the columns in both magazines from the oldest issues stored away until I had caught up with the current issues of both magazines. They were always “hidden” under my parent’s bed... not a terribly hard place for a teenage boy to find them. After reading and viewing them, they went back under the bed in the same position I had found them.

I would go to sleep at night with a panorama of naked beauties playing across the insides of my eyelids. I always had a good nights sleep.

Chapter Two: School Starts ---

My parents had planned the move to coincide with the resumption of school for my sister and I. She was 3 years younger than me and went to a public school. I was going to be entering grade 9 in my first year of high-school.

We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister's school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, located on the very edge of the city.

At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field at the rear of the school. There was 1 picnic table to sit on and that was it. I later learned that most of the smokers walked to the other side of the parking lot to sit on the gentle rise of a hill. But... first day for me and I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with a small group of kids the same age and grade as me.

We engaged in small-talk about classes and teachers and the location of all the rooms in the two story school. After we had finished smoking everyone went back inside to sit more comfortably in the courtyard at the center of the school. I lingered a while, looking around me, taking in the view and trying to remember where everything inside the school was. I'm sure you will remember your first day of high-school and how hard it was to remember where everything was.

Just as I was getting up to go inside a girl came out and sat on the picnic table top beside me.

My initial impression of her was that she looked a bit like a female version of your average teenage boy. Her dirty blonde hair was short and untamed; it looked, as my mother would say, as if “A hurricane had gone through it”. She had freckles on her face, small, and low in number. She wore no makeup at all. In fact, her face seemed a bit dirty. It was hard to tell the freckles from dirt spots.

A school football jersey covered her upper torso. It was at least 2 sizes too big for her, trimmed in the school colours and was a dull white colour. And it did nothing to hide the fact she had large breasts. After seeing them protruding outwards, the rest of her clothes and looks became a bit of a side note. She wore blue-jeans, straight-cut, not tapered, had on blacks socks and black weathered short-back style shoes baseball shoes. I tried to see more of her but my eyes were drawn like magnets back to her breasts.

She noticed me staring and gave me a hard look. “It's not polite to stare you know” she stated in a low, quiet voice.

I looked away as she flicked her cigarette out of her hand. “I'm sorry ” I said quietly. I risked another look at her face to gauge how angry she was with me. Instead of the expected frown there was a small, somewhat grim-looking smile.

“What exactly did you find so interesting that you had to stare?” she queried.

Completely flustered, I managed a weak reply of, “Your football jersey”.

“What about it?”, she asked after a few seconds. Her voice was still quiet but now carried a menacing overtone.

I was completely at a loss for words, a previously unheard of event in my life. I thought quickly about an answer, thinking and discarding them one after another. There seemed nothing I could say that would appease her so I decided to go with the truth. My mother always said it was best to go with the truth if you have no other options.

“Well... it really doesn't flatter you” I managed.

Her eyes immediately flashed and her visage darkened. “WHAT?! What do you mean by that?!”

Speaking quickly I spurted out, “Well, it's too big for you and really hides the beauty of your breasts”.

She sputtered and looked at me in disbelief. “Say what?! What are you talking about, 'my breasts'?”

“Your **** I mean. I'm sure they are beautiful and would make you look even better than you do now if you had on a shirt that was much smaller and made them stick out more”.

I wasn't sure that there was anything that could be done to make her look better than she did right then, short of a complete make-over, but I was skating on really, really thin ice.

She looked straight at me, her expression still dark for what seemed an eternity, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I held her stare, unwilling to give up after having committed myself with my bold words. Slowly something happened that I can still remember and see to this day... a small smile slowly crept across her face. It was like watching the sunrise as her smile softened her hard look and the grim lines around her eyes faded away.

“You're kinda cute, you know that?”

Now I was the one sputtering and blushing. I quickly dropped my gaze straight to my feet. This was the longest conversation I had ever had with a female I wasn't related to. I could feel the blush burning across my face. I never expected her to say that! I really had no idea what she was going to say, but that sure the hell wasn't it.

She placed her hand under my chin and raised my head back up to the same level as hers. Peering intently at my eyes she asked, “You're not shy are you? You sure look shy. How can you be shy after talking about my **** like that?”

I looked again at her face. It was closer now and I could see mischief in her eyes as her smile widened. I had no answer for her; I had never felt this way before. I did notice that she looked less like a boy from this view.

“Come with me”, she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the table. Having no choice in the matter I stumbled along behind her.

“Where?” I managed to squeak out.

“Shhhh”, she whispered, turning around and putting her finger to her lips in the universal gesture of “be quiet”.

It was then I became aware that she was quite strong; she had no trouble pulling me along behind her.

My view of her from behind her as I was led along did somewhat change my initial assessment of her physical build. Although she was bigger than me, she was also built very well. The jersey did nothing to compliment her torso, and hid most of her back as well. I could see the shape of her ass and a bit of her hips as the jersey rode along them. What I could see looked good.

We travelled alongside the school in the direction of the football field, making a quick right turn at the back end of the school. About 10 yards away was a small shed, hidden away in the shadow of the school building. She looked carefully around and after determining the coast was clear led me to the small door on the side of the building. She slipped the door open just enough to push me through it before entering herself and closing (and latching) the door.

It was not very light in the small shed. The only light came from a dim light bulb attached to the wall near the top of the shed. Looking around I saw some old football equipment that was covered in dust sitting atop a very small bench.

She knocked the stack off the bench and sat me down on it. She sat down astride the bench and turned me so that I was facing her.

“So... you think that my 'breasts' are beautiful eh?”. Although it was quite dim in the shed I was sure I could see a twinkle in her eyes.

“I'm sure they are”, I started. “Even with that big football jersey on I can tell that they are big, round and firm.”

Again, that look in her eyes as she tilted her head a bit while looking at me. After awhile she seemed to have come to some sort of a decision. She was again looking me right in the eyes.

“Would you like to see them?”, she asked quietly with no menace in her voice.

“Oh yes please”, I replied as I thought to myself, “Do I want to see them? God-damned right I do!”

That seemed to be the right answer as she smiled again and pulled the jersey over her head and off of her body, setting it down on the bench behind herself.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Right there, less than 2 feet away was a girl smiling at me; wearing a bra and no shirt. The bra was a somewhat dingy shade of beige and well-constructed. Much like the football jersey, it did nothing to flatter her considerable assets.

“What do you think”, she asked in earnest.

I thought for a few seconds and said, “Honestly, I can't tell. Your bra is doing a wonderful job of supporting your breasts... uh... I mean ****, while at the same time doing a really poor job of showing them off”.

There was no hesitation or tilting of the head before she turned away from me, reached back and undid the bra, adding it to the jersey on the bench behind her. As she turned back to face me I was able to see...

WOAH! NICE ****! And they were! Larger than my mother's, perfectly round and the diameter of large cantaloupes. Her nipples had to be at least half an inch long... far longer than anything I had ever seen before. They were also far larger in diameter than even the ones in the skin magazines. And... there were just a few tiny, thin, and very blonde wisps of hair sparsely growing in the large, dark circle around them. “ damn ”, I thought... these are really nice!

I looked a bit longer, moving my head up and down and side to side in an effort to see these wonderful mounds in all their glory. I wondered a bit about the hair, but only briefly. I wasn't sure if that was normal or not and I sure wasn't going to risk my view by spending too much time looking at it.

“They are truly quite stunning”, I said, a real note of awe in my voice. I had never been this close to exposed breasts before, and hers were really something to see.

I leaned over a bit, slowly, watching her face until my eyes were close enough that I couldn't focus on them if I moved closer. They looked even more amazing up close..

She watched me marvel at her assets for awhile. “Would you like to touch them?” she asked, the mischief clear in her voice.

“Oh... yes, please. I would like that very much”.

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast, placing it palm opened, and dead center on it. My hand was barely big enough to hold all of it at once, but she seemed not to mind.

“Your hand is very warm”, she said quietly.

“Yes, I have been told that I am a very warm person”.
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August 8, 2013

[b]
Telangana doesn't mean only Hyderabad? You have concentrated on Hyd and invested in Hyd for your business but not for Hyd Development. For Facts: 1. Hyd is the fifth state in India in 1956 and Fifth in 2013. 2 .Hyd per captia income is more than all in AP in 1956. Now in 2013 Vizag per captia is more and top in AP( Check the budget speech of AP in 2013 for proof). Who has developed whom?? You invested 1 rp in Telangana and gained 10 rs from Telangana. You developed and not the place. Try to know the facts and then comment.!! JAI TELANGANA!![/b]

August 8, 2013

[color=#ffffff][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]hi friends this is real story in rayalaseema. aunty name YAMUNA chalaaa hot ga untundi. enthala ante aunty kosam per hour 5000 kuda ichi vadukunentha. aunty sizes correctga apporva actress ki exactga untayi. yamuna bra size 39 undachemo..? yamuna aunty evarnina ittage attract chestundi. white color body, long silky hair, vayyaramina nadumu.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] memu aunty oke street lo undevallam kani naku aunty gurinchi ekkuvaga telidu. ameki karthik ani 6th class chaduvutunna babu unnadu. husband aunty vidipoyarani talk undi. neneppudu yamuna gurinchi cheddaga uhinchukoledu. kani oka roju college ki veltunnapudu yamuna ni touch cheyali ane thought vachindi. college ki veltunnapudu yamuna clothes ni wash chestundi. nenu veltundaga aunty ni okasari chusanu aunty pedda pedda sannulu baga kanipinchay. nenu kavalane edo marchipoyinattu mari inti varaku velli vachi yamuna ni chusanu, e sari inka baga **** kanipinchayi. aunty roju water padutunnapudu, washing chestunnapudu miss avvakunda undalani timings baga adjustcheskunna.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] week one aunty eppudu em panulu chestundo motham gurthu pettukunna. daily na time table ide..morning 6 ki lechi face wash cheskoni aunty bayata muggu pedutunnapudu paper kosam vellevadini. aunty water padutunnapudu leda wash chestunnapudu college ki vellevadini. kani okaroju sunday na luck aunty ni ma intiki vachela chesindi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] aunty water padutunna tap 1 week block block ayyindanukunta. nenu water padutunnapudu vachindi. "babu emanukokapote 6 bindelu pattukunta." -"randi aunty" annanu. ma water tap ki water slowga vastayi. anthe kakunda tap 5 steps digite untundi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] aunty cheera boddu kindaki kattindi. 1st binde padutunnapudu naku boddu baga kanipinchindi. adi 1 rupee coin antha peddaga undi. 2nd binde padutunnapudu aunty cheerani konchem sardukunnaru. kani 3rd time nundi aunty cheera baga co-operate chesindi. aunty black saree lo unnaru, morninge kabatti kasta loosega kattukunnaru. aunty kindaki binde nindutunnapudu vongindi saree konchem pakkaku jarigindi naku **** baga kanipistunnay, na 8" rod lechindi. 4th binde padutunnapudu inka clearga kanipinchay aunty bra veskoledu. 5th time padutunnapudu aunty right ***** meda black dot kanipinchindi. 6th binde padutunnapudu saree paita kindaku jaripoyindi. nenu control lo lenu. aunty velladaniki ready ayyaru. aunty okesari redu bindelu pattukeltunnatundi okati shoulder meda pettukundi. inkokati nadumu meda pettamani nannu adigindi. chance dorikindi anukoni nenu nadumu meda pedutunnapudu na cheyi ni binde ki nadumuki madyalo petti touch chesa. what a feeling. aunty next trips ki kuda alane chesanu.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] college lenapudu nenu na friend railway station lo timepass chesevallam. station lo lanjalu appudappudu vastuntarani veltam akkadiki. memu valla behaviour observe cheayadaniki veltam. appudappudu bus station ki kuda. nenu 3 days ma uriki vellanu tirigi vachaka na friend naku mind block ayye news cheppadu. yamuna aunty *** ani. bus station daggara parking place undi, daniki venakala kuda prostitutes dorukutarani cheppadu, akkadi yamuna aunty ni kuda chusadanta. nijamithe chala happy nenu. okaroju vadiki teliyakunda nenokkadne auntyni follow ayyanu. aunty same spot ki vellindi customers teskeltarni. aunty okaditho matladutundi vadu auntyki money ichi bike lo ekkinchukunnadu, nenu na bike secretga follow ayyanu valliddaru lodge ki vellaru, nenu yamuna prostitue ani fix ayyanu. return vachesa, aa rojantha naku yamuna room lo ela denginchukuntundi ane thoughts vastunnay.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] aunty ni kachitanga dengalani fix ayyanu. okaroju saturday college ki poledu. aunty bayata kurchoni matladutundi pakkinti vallatho. nenu yamuna attention draw cheyalani oka smile ichanu, aunty kuda ichindi kani edo doubt ichindi. nenu valla sodhi ayipoyentha varaku wait chesi mari vachanu aunty ki mari smile ichanu. yamuna esari directga nannu pilichindi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]"ne perenti?"
-" kumar aunty, medi?"
"nadenduku neku?"
-"urike adiganu kani konchem pani undi mi name tho?"
"panunda? entadi?"
-"kasta lopaliki velli matladama aunty ?"
"sare ra kumar" iddaram loniki vellam. aunty koduku school ki velladu.
-"cheppandi aunty"
"nenem cheppali edo panundani cheppav, na peru yamuna" ani door curtain vesaru. memu second room t.v daggara kurchunnam.
-"avna aunty" ani ventane aunty ni hug cheskunna.
"hey entidi vadulu nannu, lekunte nenu arsutanu." ani keka veyaboyindi. nenu ventane chala ghatina lip kiss ichanu. chala sepu alane pedalani korukutunna aunty inka aravadaniki try chestondi. aunty noru ni na hands tho close chesi "okkasari nannu unchuko yamuna kavalante neku money kuda istanu" annanu. aunty head "no" annatu upindi. inka labam ledanukoni "ne gurinchi cheppamantava?" annanu. aunty konchem silent ayyindi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]"em cheptav ra, nuvassalu manishivena?"
-"ninnu bustand daggaro nuvvokaditho lodge ki velladam nenu chusanu yamuna"
"nena? epudu chusav?"
-"ithe photo chudu" ani nenu teesina photo chupincha daniki.
"aithe enti? na istam, nuvvevaru naku cheppadaniki?"
-"nuvvilane matladavante ne gurinchi andarki telispotundi, na maata vini eroju natho freega dengichuko ledante ni istam?"
"cha neku kuda lokuva aipoyanu kada ra, aina sare nenoppukonu" ani bhayapadutu cheppindi.
-"nuvvopukunnav eroju nuvvu naku sontham" ani hug cheskunna.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font][/color]

[color=#ffffff][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]adinka co-operate cheyaledu vidipinchukodaniki try chestondi. nenika gattiga hug cheskoni muddulu pedutu vachanu. adinka kuduruga nilabadindi. yamuna chetini na madda meda pettanu. adi cheyi ni tesestundi, nenu mari akkada cheyi petti ruddipistunna. na madda baga lechindi. na madda dani puku daggara tagulutundi. adi dani chetulni na shoulders meda pettindi. nenu dani cheera kuchillu laganu, paina paita tesanu. "door lock chesi chesukundam" ani cheppindi. iddaram alane hug cheskoni doorni close chesam.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#ffffff][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] yamuna cheera kinda padipoindi. nenu na chetini dani **** meda petti rendintini pindutu...lip kiss pedutunna. langaloki cheyi pettanu puku chala cleanga undi thighs madyalo naligipotundi. aunty thodalu chala methaga unnay. aunty blouse ni tesanu "ne bra size entha darling?" annanu. adi "39" ani cheppindi. dani sannulu chala tightga unnayi. aunty nadumuni inch to inch muddulu pedutunna. aunty ni bed meda paduko pettanu. aunty langa ni tesanu puku lo na muthi petti dani chapparistunna, aunty giligintalu pedutunnatunnayemo na juttu pattukuni inka lopaliki dobbutondi nannu. ila oka 15 min chesanu. aunty thodalani seperate chesi na maddani pukuloki pettanu. aunty mulgutondi. nenu speed penchanu. aunty noppi ki konchem arustundi. baga dengaka na maddani notlo pettukomannanu. "vadhu nenvaridi pettukoledu aina ela pettukomantav?" -"ne pukuni nenu pettukunna kada alane, raa darling chala baguntundi try cheyi emi kadu" ani notlo pettanu..

aunty chinnaga nakutu baga chapparinchindi. aunty ela undi ani adiga jigataga undi teliyani taste kanipistundi ani cheppindi. aunty notloki na madda antha poyela doorchanu. na madda erraga aipoindi. aunty nenu faces ni face chestu padukunnam. aunty na maddani puku lo ki pettukondi "esari inka gattiga **" anindi. nenu chala balaga dengutunna. aunty chala gattiga arustundi. aunty sannulu na chest ki vothukuntunnay. na madda nundi cum vastunde aunty notloki eject chesanu. yamuna danni tagindi. aunty na meda padukundi na maddani guddaloki pettukonindi daniki korika teerentha varaku denginchukundi. nenu doggy style lo inkoka 15 min denganu. "kumar eroju na sukhaniki haddulu levu, ne wife chala lucky." ani pakkana padipoindi...

"yamuna ni puku ne thodala madyalo naligi potundi nenu massage chestanu" ani dani meda na cheyi ni pettanu. "yamuna ne puku na cheyi ki saripoyela ledu" ani danni nalipestunna...aunty ki navva tepincha. aunty kallani gattiga muskuntundi. nelane naluputunna, "chalu, chalu na valla kadinka"ani legs ni seperate chesindi. "nekevvani evaru nerpincharu inthaka munde experience unda?" anindi. -"ledu ninnu chusaka night eppudu ilage uhunchukunevadini" ani cheppa. "mari eppudu free ga untav kumar, naku inkoka roju kavali" -"next sunday, nuvu bustand ki vellaku ithe". " sare darling"

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August 8, 2013

[color=#FFFFFF][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]hi friends this is real story in rayalaseema. aunty name YAMUNA chalaaa hot ga untundi. enthala ante aunty kosam per hour 5000 kuda ichi vadukunentha. aunty sizes correctga apporva actress ki exactga untayi. yamuna bra size 39 undachemo..? yamuna aunty evarnina ittage attract chestundi. white color body, long silky hair, vayyaramina nadumu.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] memu aunty oke street lo undevallam kani naku aunty gurinchi ekkuvaga telidu. ameki karthik ani 6th class chaduvutunna babu unnadu. husband aunty vidipoyarani talk undi. neneppudu yamuna gurinchi cheddaga uhinchukoledu. kani oka roju college ki veltunnapudu yamuna ni touch cheyali ane thought vachindi. college ki veltunnapudu yamuna clothes ni wash chestundi. nenu veltundaga aunty ni okasari chusanu aunty pedda pedda sannulu baga kanipinchay. nenu kavalane edo marchipoyinattu mari inti varaku velli vachi yamuna ni chusanu, e sari inka baga **** kanipinchayi. aunty roju water padutunnapudu, washing chestunnapudu miss avvakunda undalani timings baga adjustcheskunna.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] week one aunty eppudu em panulu chestundo motham gurthu pettukunna. daily na time table ide..morning 6 ki lechi face wash cheskoni aunty bayata muggu pedutunnapudu paper kosam vellevadini. aunty water padutunnapudu leda wash chestunnapudu college ki vellevadini. kani okaroju sunday na luck aunty ni ma intiki vachela chesindi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] aunty water padutunna tap 1 week block block ayyindanukunta. nenu water padutunnapudu vachindi. "babu emanukokapote 6 bindelu pattukunta." -"randi aunty" annanu. ma water tap ki water slowga vastayi. anthe kakunda tap 5 steps digite untundi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] aunty cheera boddu kindaki kattindi. 1st binde padutunnapudu naku boddu baga kanipinchindi. adi 1 rupee coin antha peddaga undi. 2nd binde padutunnapudu aunty cheerani konchem sardukunnaru. kani 3rd time nundi aunty cheera baga co-operate chesindi. aunty black saree lo unnaru, morninge kabatti kasta loosega kattukunnaru. aunty kindaki binde nindutunnapudu vongindi saree konchem pakkaku jarigindi naku **** baga kanipistunnay, na 8" rod lechindi. 4th binde padutunnapudu inka clearga kanipinchay aunty bra veskoledu. 5th time padutunnapudu aunty right ***** meda black dot kanipinchindi. 6th binde padutunnapudu saree paita kindaku jaripoyindi. nenu control lo lenu. aunty velladaniki ready ayyaru. aunty okesari redu bindelu pattukeltunnatundi okati shoulder meda pettukundi. inkokati nadumu meda pettamani nannu adigindi. chance dorikindi anukoni nenu nadumu meda pedutunnapudu na cheyi ni binde ki nadumuki madyalo petti touch chesa. what a feeling. aunty next trips ki kuda alane chesanu.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] college lenapudu nenu na friend railway station lo timepass chesevallam. station lo lanjalu appudappudu vastuntarani veltam akkadiki. memu valla behaviour observe cheayadaniki veltam. appudappudu bus station ki kuda. nenu 3 days ma uriki vellanu tirigi vachaka na friend naku mind block ayye news cheppadu. yamuna aunty *** ani. bus station daggara parking place undi, daniki venakala kuda prostitutes dorukutarani cheppadu, akkadi yamuna aunty ni kuda chusadanta. nijamithe chala happy nenu. okaroju vadiki teliyakunda nenokkadne auntyni follow ayyanu. aunty same spot ki vellindi customers teskeltarni. aunty okaditho matladutundi vadu auntyki money ichi bike lo ekkinchukunnadu, nenu na bike secretga follow ayyanu valliddaru lodge ki vellaru, nenu yamuna prostitue ani fix ayyanu. return vachesa, aa rojantha naku yamuna room lo ela denginchukuntundi ane thoughts vastunnay.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] aunty ni kachitanga dengalani fix ayyanu. okaroju saturday college ki poledu. aunty bayata kurchoni matladutundi pakkinti vallatho. nenu yamuna attention draw cheyalani oka smile ichanu, aunty kuda ichindi kani edo doubt ichindi. nenu valla sodhi ayipoyentha varaku wait chesi mari vachanu aunty ki mari smile ichanu. yamuna esari directga nannu pilichindi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]"ne perenti?"
-" kumar aunty, medi?"
"nadenduku neku?"
-"urike adiganu kani konchem pani undi mi name tho?"
"panunda? entadi?"
-"kasta lopaliki velli matladama aunty ?"
"sare ra kumar" iddaram loniki vellam. aunty koduku school ki velladu.
-"cheppandi aunty"
"nenem cheppali edo panundani cheppav, na peru yamuna" ani door curtain vesaru. memu second room t.v daggara kurchunnam.
-"avna aunty" ani ventane aunty ni hug cheskunna.
"hey entidi vadulu nannu, lekunte nenu arsutanu." ani keka veyaboyindi. nenu ventane chala ghatina lip kiss ichanu. chala sepu alane pedalani korukutunna aunty inka aravadaniki try chestondi. aunty noru ni na hands tho close chesi "okkasari nannu unchuko yamuna kavalante neku money kuda istanu" annanu. aunty head "no" annatu upindi. inka labam ledanukoni "ne gurinchi cheppamantava?" annanu. aunty konchem silent ayyindi.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]"em cheptav ra, nuvassalu manishivena?"
-"ninnu bustand daggaro nuvvokaditho lodge ki velladam nenu chusanu yamuna"
"nena? epudu chusav?"
-"ithe photo chudu" ani nenu teesina photo chupincha daniki.
"aithe enti? na istam, nuvvevaru naku cheppadaniki?"
-"nuvvilane matladavante ne gurinchi andarki telispotundi, na maata vini eroju natho freega dengichuko ledante ni istam?"
"cha neku kuda lokuva aipoyanu kada ra, aina sare nenoppukonu" ani bhayapadutu cheppindi.
-"nuvvopukunnav eroju nuvvu naku sontham" ani hug cheskunna.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font][/color]

[color=#FFFFFF][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]adinka co-operate cheyaledu vidipinchukodaniki try chestondi. nenika gattiga hug cheskoni muddulu pedutu vachanu. adinka kuduruga nilabadindi. yamuna chetini na madda meda pettanu. adi cheyi ni tesestundi, nenu mari akkada cheyi petti ruddipistunna. na madda baga lechindi. na madda dani puku daggara tagulutundi. adi dani chetulni na shoulders meda pettindi. nenu dani cheera kuchillu laganu, paina paita tesanu. "door lock chesi chesukundam" ani cheppindi. iddaram alane hug cheskoni doorni close chesam.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#FFFFFF][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] yamuna cheera kinda padipoindi. nenu na chetini dani **** meda petti rendintini pindutu...lip kiss pedutunna. langaloki cheyi pettanu puku chala cleanga undi thighs madyalo naligipotundi. aunty thodalu chala methaga unnay. aunty blouse ni tesanu "ne bra size entha darling?" annanu. adi "39" ani cheppindi. dani sannulu chala tightga unnayi. aunty nadumuni inch to inch muddulu pedutunna. aunty ni bed meda paduko pettanu. aunty langa ni tesanu puku lo na muthi petti dani chapparistunna, aunty giligintalu pedutunnatunnayemo na juttu pattukuni inka lopaliki dobbutondi nannu. ila oka 15 min chesanu. aunty thodalani seperate chesi na maddani pukuloki pettanu. aunty mulgutondi. nenu speed penchanu. aunty noppi ki konchem arustundi. baga dengaka na maddani notlo pettukomannanu. "vadhu nenvaridi pettukoledu aina ela pettukomantav?" -"ne pukuni nenu pettukunna kada alane, raa darling chala baguntundi try cheyi emi kadu" ani notlo pettanu..

aunty chinnaga nakutu baga chapparinchindi. aunty ela undi ani adiga jigataga undi teliyani taste kanipistundi ani cheppindi. aunty notloki na madda antha poyela doorchanu. na madda erraga aipoindi. aunty nenu faces ni face chestu padukunnam. aunty na maddani puku lo ki pettukondi "esari inka gattiga **" anindi. nenu chala balaga dengutunna. aunty chala gattiga arustundi. aunty sannulu na chest ki vothukuntunnay. na madda nundi cum vastunde aunty notloki eject chesanu. yamuna danni tagindi. aunty na meda padukundi na maddani guddaloki pettukonindi daniki korika teerentha varaku denginchukundi. nenu doggy style lo inkoka 15 min denganu. "kumar eroju na sukhaniki haddulu levu, ne wife chala lucky." ani pakkana padipoindi...

"yamuna ni puku ne thodala madyalo naligi potundi nenu massage chestanu" ani dani meda na cheyi ni pettanu. "yamuna ne puku na cheyi ki saripoyela ledu" ani danni nalipestunna...aunty ki navva tepincha. aunty kallani gattiga muskuntundi. nelane naluputunna, "chalu, chalu na valla kadinka"ani legs ni seperate chesindi. "nekevvani evaru nerpincharu inthaka munde experience unda?" anindi. -"ledu ninnu chusaka night eppudu ilage uhunchukunevadini" ani cheppa. "mari eppudu free ga untav kumar, naku inkoka roju kavali" -"next sunday, nuvu bustand ki vellaku ithe". " sare darling"

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