21-05-2019, 10:59 AM
Unsatisfied
All these started about 11 years ago. There lived a couple with a 12-year son in a remote village of eastern India. Most of the villagers were farmers, so was the husband (Shankar). The wife (Parvati) was a housewife and their son was studying in the village college.
They were very happy, a happy family. They had plenty of lands, a beautiful house with a big compound at the end of the village. No lack of money, no lack of happiness. Everything was alright, except one thing “their SEX LIFE”.
The husband had a well-built body, so had Parvati’s. She was fair like milk; she had a voluptuous body with huge boobs like watermelons hanging on her chest; a bubbly pair of balloon-like ass cheeks. Well, she was a mother of one, so she had become a little chubby. But that makes her most attractive. She usually wore saree and blouse. Her cleavage was always seen through her half sleeve blouse and the deep round navel was exposed every time. Both of them had mating bodies, but the problem was time, Shankar couldn’t give as time as Parvati deserved.
The farmers had a small hut in their farms. They kept their corps there and watched them at night sleeping there. At first, Parvati was happy because they could have spent sometimes in bed after crops are harvested, but since a dam was built in the village river the farming time was increased to full a year and Shankar hardly made it to bed at night. When they made some time for a quickie at day time, their son Mohan was a disturbance.
Parvati always remained unsatisfied so she had to use carrots, gourds etc. From young to oldies, everyone wished to have her in the bed and so wished Parvati. But for the family reputation she had to burn from inside, until one day.
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On a morning of a fine day, Shankar came to home but not alone. Parvati was preparing breakfast for them, looked them from the window of the kitchen. She saw a tall, well-dressed man in his late 20s with a large bag coming towards their home. “Who is he?” she thought.
Shankar came inside and asked Parvati to prepare breakfast for them and grabbed 2 chairs; the men sat outside and gossiped. Parvati came outside with breakfast and greeted him, then started serving for them. While serving food, she had to bend down. A little cleavage of her big boobs was visible and that man was not missing the chance to take a glance at those melons.
After breakfast, Shankar told Parvati about that man, “He is Ashok. He is a govt. officer and he is here to aware the villagers about some diseases. He will be staying at our home for 2 days.” Parvati hesitated listening to this, “why at our home?” “c’mon, we are the richest in the village and no one can afford a city guy here, not even our mukhiya”. Then he went outside and came in with Mr. Ashok and his luggage and showed him his room.
All these started about 11 years ago. There lived a couple with a 12-year son in a remote village of eastern India. Most of the villagers were farmers, so was the husband (Shankar). The wife (Parvati) was a housewife and their son was studying in the village college.
They were very happy, a happy family. They had plenty of lands, a beautiful house with a big compound at the end of the village. No lack of money, no lack of happiness. Everything was alright, except one thing “their SEX LIFE”.
The husband had a well-built body, so had Parvati’s. She was fair like milk; she had a voluptuous body with huge boobs like watermelons hanging on her chest; a bubbly pair of balloon-like ass cheeks. Well, she was a mother of one, so she had become a little chubby. But that makes her most attractive. She usually wore saree and blouse. Her cleavage was always seen through her half sleeve blouse and the deep round navel was exposed every time. Both of them had mating bodies, but the problem was time, Shankar couldn’t give as time as Parvati deserved.
The farmers had a small hut in their farms. They kept their corps there and watched them at night sleeping there. At first, Parvati was happy because they could have spent sometimes in bed after crops are harvested, but since a dam was built in the village river the farming time was increased to full a year and Shankar hardly made it to bed at night. When they made some time for a quickie at day time, their son Mohan was a disturbance.
Parvati always remained unsatisfied so she had to use carrots, gourds etc. From young to oldies, everyone wished to have her in the bed and so wished Parvati. But for the family reputation she had to burn from inside, until one day.
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On a morning of a fine day, Shankar came to home but not alone. Parvati was preparing breakfast for them, looked them from the window of the kitchen. She saw a tall, well-dressed man in his late 20s with a large bag coming towards their home. “Who is he?” she thought.
Shankar came inside and asked Parvati to prepare breakfast for them and grabbed 2 chairs; the men sat outside and gossiped. Parvati came outside with breakfast and greeted him, then started serving for them. While serving food, she had to bend down. A little cleavage of her big boobs was visible and that man was not missing the chance to take a glance at those melons.
After breakfast, Shankar told Parvati about that man, “He is Ashok. He is a govt. officer and he is here to aware the villagers about some diseases. He will be staying at our home for 2 days.” Parvati hesitated listening to this, “why at our home?” “c’mon, we are the richest in the village and no one can afford a city guy here, not even our mukhiya”. Then he went outside and came in with Mr. Ashok and his luggage and showed him his room.
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