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Diary of a Pakistani MILF In the first part of my story, I described about myself and also about my first ever sexual experience after sexual awakening. It was a lesbian affair with my best friend who was also my first cousin. As the time passed, we started having pretty intimate lesbian affair. Having a sexy hot horny little girl of mere 14, 15 years old was a real rare happening.

During those days, Bhabhi of my cousin who was our real mentor got involved in it as well and we had few lesbian threesome. But that story will be bit boring, I guess, because you guys have already read my first sexual experience which was lesbian experience as well. A full fledge sex with a boy. It was a taboo broken by me. I was still very young by then. I seriously believe that I could not have dared so much, had I not been instigated and persuaded by my cousin and her bhabhi to experience all it.

With the help of little instigation and after mustering up lot of courage, I was finally able to go through that wonderful experience. It was my sexual adventure with my tutor….!!! Instead he was a very very cute Pathan boy who was just 20 years old and was student of Graduation. That guy, named Amjad, was a migrant from Peshawar the native city of Shah Rukh Khan and was from a middle class family.

He was a bright student with high aims and was giving tuition in order to manage his educational expenses. The standard of education was quite good in those times, yet the parents who could afford it, still preferred to have some tutor.

And as I told you previously, I belonged to a well educated family therefore we were not as conservative as the society was. It was the time when I was growing, physically and mentally. I had already started wearing Bra, which my mom gave to me, once she saw my poking nipples through my shirt.

Anyway, back to the story. Despite after my sexual awakening, I was innocent at that time. It was my innocence that prevented me from having any evil plans to get screwed by that handsome chap. However, like every teenager girl, I like to be in the company of that boy.

He had good sense of humor and he was more of a friend than a tutor. He had everything in him that could make me love him, except he was not wealthy.

And before I could fall in love with him, my dirty cousin Kiran came up with the evil idea…!!! She had seen my tutor and had probably discussed it with her Bhabhi. Her comments were conveyed to me without much alteration. Kiran, my cousin, was even a bigger slut than me. She was viewing it as a window of opportunity to get laid herself.

She was thinking about a Girl-boy-Girl threesome involving me, Amjad and Kiran. At first I was not able to adopt the idea, but her desires took the shape of very persuasive logical arguments and finally I surrendered to her idea. I was a little slut myself, but the real instigation and inspiration was Kiran and her Bhabhi. It was my summer vacations when I started acting on the plan. All the circumstances were in my favor. My father and mother both were working in the same organization, so it left me pretty alone at home.

The primary goal was to be as friendly as possible with Amjad, so that when the seduction part begins he could himself make advances and take initiative when the opportunity is thrown to him. Our plan was to make him feel as easy as possible so that while making any advancement there should be no fear in his mind that I might complain about it.

I was already pretty frank with him. That cute boy literally shied away and replied in negative. I teased him a bit. I needed to be bit more explicit, vulgar and open. And my sexy body was an apt arsenal for the purpose. For the next few days, I started wearing the most vulgar dresses I could wear. Sometimes I used to wear the extra tight fitting dresses so that my big boobs, heavy Gaand and thin waist could be more prominent and exposed to his eyes.

And while sitting with him, I used to intentionally let my dobatta slip from my shoulders to give him an unhindered view of my heavy bosom.

It was my first ever experience of seducing a boy and that too at such an early age, so there were plenty of nervous moments. But I was enjoying and loving it as well. The feel of his eyes glued to my breasts was heavenly one. Sometimes I used to become so hot that I wish to cut it short and place his hands on my breasts. But Time had not come for that. In the second phase, the idea was to be more explicit and give him some more view. It was pretty obscene yet exciting.

This time I used to wear the same tight fitting clothes but without any BRA under the shirt. It made my nipples very prominent to his eyes. Needless to say that my dobatta had now found a place permanently off shoulders and it was not allowed to cover my breasts. His eyes were widespread the first time he saw it. I acted as if I knew nothing about it and enjoyed his eyes on my nipples. My sexual excitement used to make my nipples become harder and grow even longer in size which eventually paved way for more seduction.

We were getting friendly with each passing day. Our hands which used to accidentally touch each other while giving books, copies or pencils to each other had now become a norm.

In fact at times he had started holding my hand while jokingly hitting me with ruler whenever I did bad in tests. I was loving the touch of his hands…. And was wondering what if he is not touching me on my hands, rather playing with my breasts and touching me at all the wrong places???

Mere thought had started giving me shivers.. And then in the last phase of seduction I started wearing shirts which were loose and with deep neckline. It was the first time that Amjad was actually seeing the flesh of my globes. I could notice that his dick clad in underwear and trouser was hard. It was a pleasant sign. Yahoooooo, our efforts were paying off. I told him that I liked him too. It was not a lie, any girl could fall in love with that cute boy. But I was more in lust than love.

I desperately wanted to feel a boy inside me. And guess how old I was at that time?? Just about 15 years old. On the fateful day, when no one was in the house, I decided to make the advancement. It was just once in a blue moon sort of chance that I had the whole house at my disposal. For my first time, I wanted it just me and Amjad. She was disappointed but agreed. Aaj bhi study hi kerni hay kya? He was still bit cautious. Not even any of your maids?

I was seated exactly opposite to him and a small table was between us. I had worn another loose fitting, cleavage showing shirt, without any bra. I bent forward and placed my elbow on table, then spread the palm of my hand and put my face on my palm. It not only looked cute and innocent, but it also made sure that too much of my breasts were visible.

More than these were visible at any other time. And then to give him the chance to do so, I quit looking at him and lowered my face to turn the pages of my book purposelessly. My gesture also gave him another signal that I was nervous for something. I gave him the signal that I was aware of the feeling of being alone in company with a young boy. But I had to be bold to proceed. So I suddenly looked at him to say something and as I had opined, he was gazing at my breasts.

I acted as if I had not known previously that my breasts were visible. So I followed the route of his eyes and suddenly acted to be embarrassed and shy. Rather I said it while looking directly into his eyes and while smiling in a very loving manner. Hum aik dosrey ko pasand karte hain. We like each other and I can myself give you this little right to see me at such places and in such manner. It was the maximum I could say and do for him.

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A pakistani milfs sex story

Diary of a Pakistani MILF In the first part of my story, I described about myself and also about my first ever sexual experience after sexual awakening. It was a lesbian affair with my best friend who was also my first cousin.

As the time passed, we started having pretty intimate lesbian affair. Having a sexy hot horny little girl of mere 14, 15 years old was a real rare happening. During those days, Bhabhi of my cousin who was our real mentor got involved in it as well and we had few lesbian threesome. But that story will be bit boring, I guess, because you guys have already read my first sexual experience which was lesbian experience as well.

A full fledge sex with a boy. It was a taboo broken by me. I was still very young by then. I seriously believe that I could not have dared so much, had I not been instigated and persuaded by my cousin and her bhabhi to experience all it. With the help of little instigation and after mustering up lot of courage, I was finally able to go through that wonderful experience.

It was my sexual adventure with my tutor….!!! Instead he was a very very cute Pathan boy who was just 20 years old and was student of Graduation. That guy, named Amjad, was a migrant from Peshawar the native city of Shah Rukh Khan and was from a middle class family. He was a bright student with high aims and was giving tuition in order to manage his educational expenses. The standard of education was quite good in those times, yet the parents who could afford it, still preferred to have some tutor.

And as I told you previously, I belonged to a well educated family therefore we were not as conservative as the society was. It was the time when I was growing, physically and mentally. I had already started wearing Bra, which my mom gave to me, once she saw my poking nipples through my shirt. Anyway, back to the story. Despite after my sexual awakening, I was innocent at that time.

It was my innocence that prevented me from having any evil plans to get screwed by that handsome chap. However, like every teenager girl, I like to be in the company of that boy. He had good sense of humor and he was more of a friend than a tutor.

He had everything in him that could make me love him, except he was not wealthy. And before I could fall in love with him, my dirty cousin Kiran came up with the evil idea…!!! She had seen my tutor and had probably discussed it with her Bhabhi.

Her comments were conveyed to me without much alteration. Kiran, my cousin, was even a bigger slut than me. She was viewing it as a window of opportunity to get laid herself.

She was thinking about a Girl-boy-Girl threesome involving me, Amjad and Kiran. At first I was not able to adopt the idea, but her desires took the shape of very persuasive logical arguments and finally I surrendered to her idea. I was a little slut myself, but the real instigation and inspiration was Kiran and her Bhabhi.

It was my summer vacations when I started acting on the plan. All the circumstances were in my favor. My father and mother both were working in the same organization, so it left me pretty alone at home. The primary goal was to be as friendly as possible with Amjad, so that when the seduction part begins he could himself make advances and take initiative when the opportunity is thrown to him.

Our plan was to make him feel as easy as possible so that while making any advancement there should be no fear in his mind that I might complain about it. I was already pretty frank with him. That cute boy literally shied away and replied in negative. I teased him a bit. I needed to be bit more explicit, vulgar and open. And my sexy body was an apt arsenal for the purpose.

For the next few days, I started wearing the most vulgar dresses I could wear. Sometimes I used to wear the extra tight fitting dresses so that my big boobs, heavy Gaand and thin waist could be more prominent and exposed to his eyes. And while sitting with him, I used to intentionally let my dobatta slip from my shoulders to give him an unhindered view of my heavy bosom. It was my first ever experience of seducing a boy and that too at such an early age, so there were plenty of nervous moments.

But I was enjoying and loving it as well. The feel of his eyes glued to my breasts was heavenly one. Sometimes I used to become so hot that I wish to cut it short and place his hands on my breasts. But Time had not come for that. In the second phase, the idea was to be more explicit and give him some more view. It was pretty obscene yet exciting. This time I used to wear the same tight fitting clothes but without any BRA under the shirt.

It made my nipples very prominent to his eyes. Needless to say that my dobatta had now found a place permanently off shoulders and it was not allowed to cover my breasts. His eyes were widespread the first time he saw it. I acted as if I knew nothing about it and enjoyed his eyes on my nipples. My sexual excitement used to make my nipples become harder and grow even longer in size which eventually paved way for more seduction.

We were getting friendly with each passing day. Our hands which used to accidentally touch each other while giving books, copies or pencils to each other had now become a norm. In fact at times he had started holding my hand while jokingly hitting me with ruler whenever I did bad in tests. I was loving the touch of his hands…. And was wondering what if he is not touching me on my hands, rather playing with my breasts and touching me at all the wrong places???

Mere thought had started giving me shivers.. And then in the last phase of seduction I started wearing shirts which were loose and with deep neckline. It was the first time that Amjad was actually seeing the flesh of my globes. I could notice that his dick clad in underwear and trouser was hard. It was a pleasant sign. Yahoooooo, our efforts were paying off.

I told him that I liked him too. It was not a lie, any girl could fall in love with that cute boy. But I was more in lust than love. I desperately wanted to feel a boy inside me. And guess how old I was at that time?? Just about 15 years old. On the fateful day, when no one was in the house, I decided to make the advancement.

It was just once in a blue moon sort of chance that I had the whole house at my disposal. For my first time, I wanted it just me and Amjad. She was disappointed but agreed. Aaj bhi study hi kerni hay kya? He was still bit cautious. Not even any of your maids? I was seated exactly opposite to him and a small table was between us.

I had worn another loose fitting, cleavage showing shirt, without any bra. I bent forward and placed my elbow on table, then spread the palm of my hand and put my face on my palm.

It not only looked cute and innocent, but it also made sure that too much of my breasts were visible. More than these were visible at any other time.

And then to give him the chance to do so, I quit looking at him and lowered my face to turn the pages of my book purposelessly. My gesture also gave him another signal that I was nervous for something. I gave him the signal that I was aware of the feeling of being alone in company with a young boy. But I had to be bold to proceed. So I suddenly looked at him to say something and as I had opined, he was gazing at my breasts.

I acted as if I had not known previously that my breasts were visible. So I followed the route of his eyes and suddenly acted to be embarrassed and shy. Rather I said it while looking directly into his eyes and while smiling in a very loving manner.

Hum aik dosrey ko pasand karte hain. We like each other and I can myself give you this little right to see me at such places and in such manner. It was the maximum I could say and do for him.

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