Having Sex With an unconscious girl

30 years in India is a difficult age to be at. The younger girls look at you with respect that you do not want And the older ones are all fixed up with some one or the other. I always had considered my self to be young
Enough to find a girl to myself, but of late the admiring eyes of girls were showing more respect then lust.
I had recently moved into a new apartment. One of my first instincts when I move to a new place is to check out all sides of the house and locate a few interesting girls. The place didn't seem very promising Initially but
as I settled down I did manage to spot some interesting faces and figures. Indian girls have this major hang ups about moving around with guys or dating. The family Somehow does not like this and are extremely
possessive of their daughters and are often wary of the Company they keep. But the natural biological impulses in the girls often provide ample opportunity to guys On a look out like me.

I spotted this pretty slim girl staying opposite my house and got  immediately hooked on to her.She as usual didn't show much interest in me. She use to hang around in her balcony every day. She had a Lovely figure
which she did not believe in hiding it. The skirts she wore were often short and tight, she Never wore a bra below her dress. I kept ogling at her with a hard on but she didn't give a single look. I often spotted her in the house pulling her shirt off but could never see her fully unclothed. Her family use to go out and she use to be all alone in the house at least for five hours a day.

One day as I was driving back to my place I saw a woman struggling with a nasty looking Character, before I could stop my car and jump out the mugger hit her hard on her head and took off with her purse. I initially thought of running after the mugger but when I saw the woman collapsing I ran to grab her. I was surprised to see that it was my neighbor who had been mugged. I carried her back to my car and Drove back home. I knew her family would be back in a few hours so I decided to take her back to my place. I managed to get her up to my drawing room sofa. She was still unconscious, I cleaned her face with a wet cloth and applied some ice to her head. She was not bleeding but had a nasty lump on her head. She opened her eyes and appeared to be in pain, I told her all was ok and that she was at my place. She could Not remember my face, I told her that I was a neighbor. Her head hurt she said, I gave her a pain killer and a Glass of juice.
I in my worry had lost all the sexual interest in her. Suddenly I began to realize the position in Which I and she were. She seemed to have dozed off again. The painkiller seemed to have had a soothing effect on her. I
had never forced my self on a woman all my life but this girl was some thing else. I wanted her so badly that I cock was already displaying signs of impatience. I took a good look at her. She was wearing one of the newer fashioned Salwar Kameez that fitted her body rather well. She was breathing normally. I took her face in my lap, she looked like an angel, I felt angry with myself for trying to ruin this virgin but my body was not with my mind. I bent and kissed her lightly on her lips. Her lips were soft like the snow and the perfume she wore made me more horny. I moved my hands over her medium sized breasts. Her breathing increased a bit. I decided to venture further. I turned her over to open the zipper at the back of her Kameez and her lovely
back was displayed in all its charm. Her skin was like white marble and felt like silk. The strap of her red bra was visible from the back . 

I unhooked the bra and removed her Kameez all together. As I turned her over her lovely breasts were displayed in front of me. They were not large but were very firm. Her nipples swelled as I put my fingers over them. Her nipples had a lovely dark tan and swelled up a lot when touched. I was getting terribly excited and the girl was still not in her senses. I put my mouth over her nipples and rotated my tongue
around them, she seemed to quiver a bit but settled down quickly. My saliva covered her nipples I couldn't get enough of those lovely breasts, I bit lightly in to her breast and noticed slight pain in her expression as she
slept on. The lower part of her body was still covered. I untied the string of her Salwar and pushed in down. Hoping to find a panty I was surprised to see her hairy pussy without one. I had not seen so much hair on any other pussy ( Demi Moore was no where close to her). She had never trimmed her self down under. I
ran my hand through her pussy hair. I could see her pussy lips between her hair. I started rubbing her pussy lips with my finger. Finding the sitting position too uncomfortable I carefully got up and placed her head on
the sofa and took my clothes off.

Friend(s) Having Sex With Drunked Wife

I have been told that I have a very sexy body. My husband Mitesh loves to display my legs and my 34C cup breasts to his friends and in public. You see, I am deeply in love with my husband and been a good Indian wife very rarely I have courage to disobey him. Mitesh knows my weakness very well and he freely takes advantage of this situation. We have been married over ten years, he is a good husband, a good provider and very generous in giving me gifts and buying me dresses of my choice. When we are not in company of conservative friends, he makes me wear dresses of his choice (mostly sexy), revealing dresses where my smooth body is exhibited to the full extent of law but occasionally crossing the line of obscenity. He also has ordered me to buy high skirts, tight semi-transparent blouses, and wired bras. Oh.. I love to wear western style skirt and blouse or Indian style blouse-sari set. However, I am only allowed to buy tiny, transparent panties so that my pubic hairs will shows if he has to lift my skirt in front of his friends. But hey, like I said, I am in love with him and being his wife, I trust his judgment on what I should wear and how I behave in public. Anyway, on last vacation we went to Las Vegas and stayed in Hilton towers. Mitesh's office colleague Peter who works with him with the same company was taking the vacation as well with him and was staying in the same Hotel on the same floor. You see they decided to go to Vegas together. Peter is Italian by race, divorcee, more aged than my husband.
I never liked Peter because he always lusts for me. Whenever he came to our house, he
would always kiss me longer than normal and he always tries to move his hands on my
back way down like he is trying to grab my butt. Every time Peter plans on having dinner with us, Mitesh always makes me wear a very small tight Indian blouse of thin material so that curves of my breasts are clearly visible. All my blouses have low cut back and front so my back is naked and my cleavage shows in front. he makes me tie my sari so low that it is always below my navel button. Also, I am only allowed to wear a soft bra so that my nipples are clearly visible through the material. Every time I am told to serve Peter drinks, i.e. when 

I bend down in front of Peter, my pallu slides down giving Peter a clear view of either my breasts. I complaints to Mitesh many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of Peter but he does not listen to me in these matters. As a result, every time Peter is in our house, he always try to denude me with his eyes. Many times I complaint to Mitesh that peter looks at me with lusty eyes and I don't like him. He always replied that hey he is just paying me a compliment on my beauty and I should be grateful. He would say, "and besides peter is single guy, let him enjoy a looking at your hot sexy body". You see I like flattery so I generally get wet hearing this from my husband, and I never seriously objected to Peter's lusting for my body.

Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Mitesh called Peter and told him to meet us at the
black jack tables area. I put on an Indian sari-blouse green dress, which accentuated my
34 C breasts by thrusting them out. My small blouse made of very thin material had four
buttons in the front. My blouse was cut so deep that half of my breasts were visible. I
carefully covered my breasts with my sari . Mitesh also told me to tie my sari way low so
that most of my white torso would be naked. I knew Peter was gonna have fun looking me
over, but heck I was with my husband so I did not care. Anyway, Peter came down same time as we did. Mitesh and Peter started playing and I was watching the game and drinking margaritas. You see I have a weakness for margaritas, I can not say no to margaritas. and by 11 O'clock in the night, I was feeling that I was fully drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me go pee.

I whispered in Mitesh's ear, "Honey I need to go pee"
"Then go" Mitesh said.
"I am too drunk, please take me to the bathroom"
Mitesh was enjoying the game, he got a little irritated. In my
drunken state, I heard Mitesh
say in a rather loud voice:
"Aarti, I can not leave now, I am in the middle of a game here"
Peter asked Mitesh, "what is the matter Mitesh?
"she needs to go pee but I can not leave the game" (I felt so
embarrassed)
Peter said "no problem. I will help her out, that is if you don't
mind?"
"Heck, why would I mind, But she is too drunk. I don't think she can
go to ladies room by
herself."
Peter said " No problem, she can use my room."
Mitesh said " OK. just take care of her, while I finish the game"

Next thing I remember, Peter was grabbing my arms and lifting me from my stool. As soon
as I stood up, I realized, I had no strength to walk straight and felt I may fell down unless I
hold on to something. I must have grabbed Peters shoulder. I thought I saw a wide smile
on Peter's face. Like I told you, I do not like this guy Peter, but here, I was needy.
So I grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly with my both hands so I would not fall. Peter put
one of his arm on my waist and virtually pulled me to him so that my body was touching his
body. For safety reasons, I had to cling to him. You know I am a good Indian wife and
I would never cheat on my husband so I was very careful that my body do not come in
contact with his crotch area so he does not get any funny ideas. While he was dragging me to the elevators, I distinctly remember his hand grabbing my butt. At that time, I did not see any harm in that. After all the guy left his game for me. I remember vision of Peter pressing the elevator button which were in a remote location. we had to wait for the elevators.
Next thing I remember was that my head was buried in Peter's chest and my eyes were
closed. I was in front of him, with every inch on my body touching his body. He was holding
me with both hands massaging my back and occasionally my butts. I was feeling his erect
cock touching my stomach through my sari . My both hands were over his shoulders,
behind his head. I felt my pussy was getting wet. I am not sure when the elevator door opened or who came out because my head was buried in his chest and he was holding and massaging my buttocks. I can not tell you if any one saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevators but I remember that we were alone in the elevator when the doors were closing.

DISGRACEFUL SOFT SEX WITH MY COUSIN

This is not exaggeration, this is based on my story of 1993. I feel ashamed, cause she my cousin sister. I shouldn't have done this to her. I am from South Tamil Nadu.

It was in my semester vacation of my first year, and she was studying Ninth Std. It all started from this point, in the night before my sister's marriage, she looked as if an angel. She is a medium complexion, but...but really beautiful mean it. She was wearing silk
blow and the bottom (pattu pavadai). I was instructed to look after the kids who were playing on the Marriage's hall terrace. I saw my cousin sister playing with these kids. The kids were all below 8 years. She came to me and we started chatting about our school,
teachers, friends & teachers (I believe, that's the topic I can debate with my cousin sister). In the moon shine, I was magnetized by her physically maturity glooming out of her silk dress, her magnetic eye, magical smile, her makeup and costumes carved the novel picture of Cinderella in my heart. I also noticed her boobs bubbling to new heights. This was the first occasion I am talking to lonely for about 45 minutes.

And that was from the day we both had mutual attraction, and started glancing each other. After a few days.. the solitary time arose. My parents & her parents left to Madras for 3 days to attend a marriage function. My Cousin sister and my grandma were left behind, and they
came to my house for the stay. (they live in another house opposite to my house).

That night, my grandma has gone to sleep [my grandma usually sleep in open veranda (for fresh air) and we usually lock the door inside). We were alone watching the TV, (the TV is in the main bed room). She was sitting in the sofa & I was lying in the bed watching TV. It was a Love Story! I was shy watching the movie with her (of course she is my sister) and purposefully went out to kitchen (to drink water) to unnoticing the love scenes. But she was so cool girl looking as if she is unaware of Love.

It was around 11.30 pm, she made herself comfortable to sleep down (side by my cot). After 15 minutes I switched off the TV and the bed room light to went to bed. At midst of darkness I could'nt really sleep, Some thing inside me ignited to have love with her. After long
thoughts I made my mind to have a love affair with her.... I stated with a gargle mmuuueee, twice, thrice. I was heart beaten, she replied with the cough. I understood that is not asleep and she is of the same intention. In order to conform, I coughed and she gargled. That the final sign I was waiting for. I approach her with my hands (As I told you, she was sleep on the floor besides my cot).


I first put my hand out of my bed and slowly and steadily crawled my hands to her from my bed (I never made an attempt to peed from my bed, all my hands did)....I was about to touch her......and and was shaken by her meekly voice, "didn't get sleep??". I immediately took
my hand and my mind was boggling to death. I said ""I couldn't". She raised up her knees leaning to the bed, and said "Let me make you sleep",. She started, she started....She was on her knees leaning on the bed, and I was lying on the bed, she reached my right hand and placed my palm on her cheek. My heart started pounding and my vain pumping out.
We were motionless for minutes. Slowly she whispered Sleep...Sleep...rubbing her cheek against my palm. I was relaxed by her love whisper and slowly fingered her cheek. After fingering for about 2 minutes, I slowly took my hand off her Cheek and hold her shoulder to rise up her knees. At last words came from my mouth "Sleep with me" !!. She did as I said and lay besides me on my bed. For a few minutes we were motionless, suddenly she tightened my hand with hers and placed it on her belly. I made up mind not to waste time anymore.... I crawled my hand to her boobs, she was holding my hand tightly and never let me press it. She guided my hand to her face and I started tickling her ears. I can hear her Sex ecstasy voice mmmmm..mmmmm.