Ladies, what kind of dick do you find most attractive visually?
Poll Options:
• A) Clean shaven / fully trimmed
• B) Light manscaping (trimmed but natural)
• C) Full bush — more masculine
• D) Circumcised — looks cleaner
• E) Uncircumcised — more sensitive & natural
Has anyone here had a sexual experience or ongoing thing with an older married man or woman?
I want the real stories – the good, the bad, the filthy, and the “we almost got caught” ones.
• How did you meet?
• Was the sex better than with people your own
age?
• Any crazy kinks or dirty talk that stood out?
• Did the guilt ever come up or did it just make it hotter?
Bonus points for detailed stories. Throwaways welcome.
Has anyone here had a sexual experience or ongoing thing with an older married man or woman?
I want the real stories – the good, the bad, the filthy, and the “we almost got caught” ones.
• How did you meet?
• Was the sex better than with people your own
age?
• Any crazy kinks or dirty talk that stood out?
• Did the guilt ever come up or did it just make it hotter?
Bonus points for detailed stories. Throwaways welcome.
You’re completely exposed, everything on full display, face burning with embarrassment in the moment… but afterwards you can’t stop replaying it and it turns you on like crazy.
Happened as a couple or solo (M/F)? Share your stories!
Out of 10 sexually active Indian girls, how many do you think enjoy giving BJs and swallowing? I guess around 4/10.
Same for guys — how many out of 10 are really good at eating pussy? I do it and still think it’s only about 3/10.
Out of 10 sexually active Indian girls, how many do you think enjoy giving BJs and swallowing? I guess around 4/10.
Same for guys — how many out of 10 are really good at eating pussy? I do it and still think it’s only about 3/10.
It was my 17th trek and it was an easy one for me, but the forest was thick and my aim was to reach the tribal village on top of the mountain. I kept walking and I was shocked and scared seeing something falling down from the big tree. Oh gosh, that’s human. A human female. Tribal. She was wearing a loose shirt and a trouser, torn and stitched, patchy.
She smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry. I went up the tree to collect honey, lost control but managed to get some honey down in my bag.”
I asked her, “Are you from the mountains?”
She replied, “Yes. But is this how you dress usually? You and me are the same.” She told me she is one among the few from the tribe who goes to the mainland town and sells stuff like honey and even weed to people there. The rest of the people don’t and prefer the forest.
I asked her, “What do you like — city or forest?”
She immediately said, “Forest,” smiled, and added, “That’s where I belong. It’s home.”
She asked about me, my age, etc. I asked her what she was going to do. She told me she would go back to the tribal village now and asked me to come along with her. She understood I was going there.
She was full of dirt and said, “There is a stream nearby and I want to take a shower as I am full dirty.”
We started talking and walking. We sat on the rock near the river and she took a chillum out. We started smoking. After a couple of smokes she said, “I am gonna take a shower,” and turned towards the river. She took off her shirt. She was wearing a very old-fashioned, primitive type bra, very old.
Suddenly in the high, the weather made me start noticing her body — well carved, curved, muscular. From the back I wanted to see her boobs but I was watching from behind. I took the chillum and the bottle and went near her. She was in her bra. I passed the chillum and looked at her bra and breasts. They were small but handy, ribs visible in between the cleavage.
I asked her, “You won’t remove this?” looking at the bra.
She smiled and said, “The whole forest has seen my naked body. I love it.” She looked at my face and told me, “You are the only stranger here. I don’t care.” She turned towards me and said, “Please unhook it.”
I did. She took off her bra. Small breasts with big black areolas and big, hard, pointed nipples. She asked me, “City girl or forest? Tell me now,” and laughed.
I asked her how old she is. She asked me to guess. I said 30. She laughed and told me, “42. And I have an 18-year-old daughter.” In her village, there are multiple partners and she told me she can have sex with anyone from the village. She asked me, “Does that happen easily in your city?” I told her no.
She said while removing her pant, “Forest is a different world,” and jumped into the water. She went deep and came up after a couple of minutes. I was like wow.
She finished her bath and dressed up quickly. In the walk again we kept talking. Then I asked, “Ever had sex with a city guy?”
She said, “No. But I always dreamt about it.” She added, “Many women in the village have this fantasy, including my daughter.” She told me there is a ceremony where first sex is celebrated and it’s her daughter’s day tomorrow. “I’ll get many chances with the forest girls.”
As we were about to reach, she said, “The mom should teach her daughter how to do it and it should be only with the guy mom chooses. Can I choose you? It will be a good experience.”
I immediately said, “Yes.”
That night, inside her bamboo hut lit by a small fire, Lata (the 42-year-old mother) pulled her 18-year-old daughter Mira inside. Mira was nervous but excited, wearing only a small cloth around her hips.
Lata looked at me and said, “Tonight, you will show my daughter what a city man can do. But first… you please me while she watches.”
She pushed me down, tied my wrists above my head with a strong vine, and poured strong herbal liquor over my cock and balls. The liquid burned sweetly as she licked it off, then turned around and sat on my face. I buried my tongue between her firm ass cheeks and rimmed her tight asshole deeply, pushing my tongue inside while sucking. Lata moaned loudly, grinding on my face. “No one in the village does this… keep going.”
She then slid forward and smothered my mouth with her wet, hairy pussy. I sucked her swollen clit hard, licking deep inside her folds until she came violently, flooding my mouth with her juices. Mira watched with wide eyes, breathing fast.
Lata took my cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily, pulling my foreskin back and worshipping the big sensitive head. Then she climbed on and rode me hard, her small breasts bouncing. When I was close, she pulled off, jerked me fast and took my cum in her mouth. She kissed Mira, sharing my load. Both mother and daughter swallowed it together, moaning.
Lata then mounted me again and rode until I filled her deep with a thick creampie. She kept me inside, letting my cum leak out slowly while Mira watched everything.
That night I did not touch Mira.
The Next Day – The First-Bloom Ceremony
The whole village gathered near the sacred banyan tree. Mira was brought forward completely naked, decorated with fresh flowers and red herbal paste on her nipples and pussy lips. The women performed the “Taste of Union” ritual — they made Mira sit on my face in front of everyone while chanting. I ate her virgin pussy passionately, sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her tight hole until she trembled and came on my tongue. Many older women in the circle were touching themselves, visibly wet.
Then Mira was guided onto my cock. I took her slowly at first, then fucked her in new positions they had never seen — deep missionary with her legs on my shoulders, then lotus position, passionately sucking her nipples while thrusting. The villagers gasped at the intensity. I fucked her hard and wild until I filled her young pussy with a heavy creampie while the tribe cheered.
That Same Night – The Waterfall
After the ceremony, Lata took me, Mira, and two other beautiful tribal women (one 35, one 28) to the hidden waterfall under moonlight. We were all naked.
I started with Lata — I made her bend over on a rock, rimmed her ass deeply again while fingering her, then fucked her standing under the falling water. She came screaming.
The 35-year-old lay on a flat rock. I sucked her big dark nipples and ate her hairy cunt until she squirted on my face, then took her hard in doggy style, filling her with cum.
The 28-year-old climbed on my face reverse, grinding her pussy and asshole on my tongue while sucking my cock. I fucked her standing, holding her up against the waterfall wall.
Finally, Mira again. I ate her freshly creampied pussy clean, then fucked her passionately, sucking her tongue and nipples while filling her a second time.
By the end of the night I had cum multiple times — deep inside pussies, down Lata’s throat, and across all four women’s breasts and faces. They licked every drop off each other under the moonlight, kissing and sharing my cum.
Lata kissed me deeply and whispered, “You now belong to the forest.”
near our homestay — a basic wooden house run by an elderly couple — the sun had set. The village was quiet, lit only by a few bulbs and moonlight. Priya was buzzing with lust. “I need more,” she said, eyes dark with mischief.
We sat on the low porch of our room, partially hidden but still visible from the narrow lane. She dropped to her knees between my legs, pulled my cock out, and started sucking me slowly, loudly — wet slurping sounds echoing in the quiet night. I gripped her hair, guiding her deeper.
That’s when the old man appeared.
He was probably in his late 60s, the same farmer from earlier or maybe the homestay owner’s neighbor — thin, wrinkled face, white dhoti and shirt, walking slowly with a stick. He froze when he saw us. Priya noticed him immediately but didn’t stop. Instead, she looked straight at him while keeping my thick cock in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked harder.
“Come closer, uncle,” she whispered around my shaft, voice husky. “Dekh sakte ho… touch bhi kar sakte ho.”
The old man hesitated, looked around nervously, then shuffled closer, eyes glued to her exposed tits spilling out of the dress. Priya took my cock out with a pop, strings of saliva dripping, and reached for his dhoti. She untied it with one hand while stroking me with the other. His old, semi-hard cock sprang out — dark, wrinkled, but growing in her grip.
She started jerking him off slowly, her soft manicured hand pumping his shaft while she took me back into her warm, wet mouth. The contrast was insane — my young, hard cock being deepthroated while she gave this old village man a eager handjob. He groaned in Tamil, shaky hands reaching to squeeze her breasts. Priya moaned around me, sucking faster, saliva running down her chin onto her tits.
“His cock is twitching so much,” she gasped during a brief break, looking up at me with filthy eyes. “He’s never had a girl like me.” Then she dove back down, taking me to the balls while her hand flew on his dick.
The old man lasted barely a minute. He grunted, hips jerking, and shot thick, watery cum all over her hand and the wooden porch. Priya didn’t stop sucking me. Seeing the old man cum pushed me over the edge — I exploded down her throat, filling her mouth while she milked the last drops from the old man’s softening cock.
She swallowed every drop of mine, then licked her fingers clean of his cum, smiling at him like a naughty angel. The old man quickly tied his dhoti and shuffled away, dazed and grateful.
Priya stood up, cum still glistening on her chin, dress ruined, and kissed me deeply. “That was the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done,” she whispered. “And I fucking loved it.”
We spent the rest of the night inside, but the village trip had already given her everything she craved — being watched, exposed, and used in the most forbidden way.