I was also born and brought up in Chennai.Prologue:This is an introductory brief, people who aren’t interested can jump to the story part below. Fro... my 11th standard, I have been watching porn videos and used to masturbate but this ‘sex stories’ is something I am new to.Recently, I started reading these stories and became a fan of them. I am someone who has had around 8 sexual encounters in my life till now. So, I thought of sharing them here.This is gonna be my first writing here and every. " Doesn't his big cock hurt you?" the woman asked, turning back to her daughter."Shit, no," said Hope. "I don't think they've made a prick too big for me."Lisa just stared at her young daughter."Who is he?" asked the girl, referring to the handsome man with her mother. "He looks like quite a stud." Don't be such a smart ass," snapped Lisa. "This is my friend, Dave Walker. Dave, this is my daughter, Hope -- and her lover and brother, Matt." Hi, Mr. Walker," beamed Hope, and then she turned to. Turning my head to the side, I kiss your calves, your ankles, even your feet. There is no part of you that I can get enough of. “Mmm, Mmm, Ah, Ah,” Your voice gets louder and more intense as I know you are getting close yet again.“You ready baby?” I say, knowing how close I am myself.“Un... yes... Oh… Fuck yes!”A few more pumps after hearing that is all it takes and, in a final thrust I cum more deeply and intensely than I can ever remember having done before. Just the feeling of my pulsating. The sound of a ladder crashed through ivy and climbers. Jöran gave a concerned glance towards the wall. A moment of silence was followed by a stream of obscenities from the neighbours garden. He looked back at Lucy who turned to meet his steely blue eyes. “ Make me come,” she gasped, her voice was barely a whisper. “Make me come... please.” With a steady rhythm Jöran moved his hand to answer the insistent throb from the wall of warm flesh enclosed around his fingers. A deep guttural sound.