All Comments on 'A Touching Tale Ch. 01'

nice story. waiting for next episode

I enjoyed your story and am awaiting more.

Good story, very believable and erotic. Looking forward to the next chapter.

please continue !

Well done, keep going!

good story.. post the next part.. am waiting.

Are these really left by readers or is the writer?

I am amused that someone is asking if I posted all these comments myself. I plead not guilty and i do not need to, my Anonymous friend, LOL

excellent work

Even i too enjoyed with my wife sister similarly...

i had a chance like this with my cousin ranju aged 24 and also a niece mkta aged 20. bOTH ENJOYED MY HANDWORK. later at home they made me to suck their pussies and then returned favor by sucking my cock. we didnt fuck so as to keep their pusssy intact for hubbies but had chance to fuck ass.

what about the 4th part.....eagerly waiting for it

awesome. never expected a story to be on net similar to my real life with my uncle. my dad's younger bro.

Touchmate Hi!

Very good narration. Enjoyed.

That was a damn good story for your first time submitting.

Very hot. I dont have niece as I am not old enough to get married.. Lol.. But i dream of my niece and me in same bus... Very hot.. Try the same concept in train instead of bus. It will also good to read

Actually your story was very nice and it would have more interesting if swetha not showing her reactions and still enjoying it

This is really excellent.

Yes pls continue as don’t tell as if you just touch n play with her tits, right.

No even touch her vagina thru her panties

Dear Sir/Mam

This happened many a times with me too off course with strangers in night journey ( though it may not be as erotic and as open as you have described in the story). But as you said during the break she had a shawl to cover her body I did imagine same with my niece in my fantasy and all I did the same as you have done in this. But here in my fantacy girl asks her mom who is sitting in front ( as your case) to give her shawl as it was getting cold.!. But I started with a smooch on her chicks and slight brushing on her lips ( in her sleep only).. And I am surprised to see the similarities in my experience as well as your story. So you mean to say I am not an exception ? Every man does and thinks the same way?! Nice explanation in your story( every movement and every reaction of the girl. I hope your future story also tallies with my fantasy.( how you go and the girl excuses herself staying alone with you and how you enjoy your niece in absence of other relatives.@.. good luck for your future episode of this story.( I am going to read your next episode now. ) thanks for sharing. Keep it up

It reminds me an Xmas eve night like no other. Yes, I was among people waiting to haul our rice that night when our old father's 68-year inlaw took me to nearby school premises and banged shit out of my tender anus right on his younger brother (who taught me in pry 6)'s table; just because my 52yr mum (who's his youngest sister's senior co-wife) was pretending

not to have noticed his advances. And, given

attendant risk should mum not to agree, he dared not go any further.

As absurd as it sounds, who'd believe that giant, fair Edwin Nwanxxx will like to fuck a fourteen-year-old boy like me, when three mature and childbearing wives l, ages 50-30, wet for him at home? But it doesn't sound as ridiculous as this highly reputable ozo titled man desiring my mum even when she's his old inlaw and fellow ozo's wife whose age mate and co-villager is Nkachi, his beautiful first wife. That's the gist in playing away match as extramarital sex is known in our place despite being taboo in African culture. Oh my God, Edwin banged me ferociously that as he helped me down from that table, I felt like carrying six-inch block between my tiny legs as we took different times to get back to the rice mill.

It's around 12am and the premises was brimming with people anxious to take their turn before morning. Except few men who traded in rice like Edwin; they were mostly women and children whose mothers sent to do so. That's how my luck shined as we say in our parlance. He just had taken his turn when that gangling old man that participated in United Nations peace keeping effort in Congo (for which he always wears red beret and long sleeves jacket on bagy shorts) came to greet Teacher (if you remember his immediate younger brother)'s mum inlaw, Egoagha whose late husband is our papa's stepbrother. I was helping her mend her bags when he stand right behind my bottom that pushed out as if seeking a man. I felt really excited as he big bulge rubbed me while he and Egoagha exchanged pleasantries, making me feel he enjoyed it also. But I thought I was wrong for nothing was in my anus that should attract husband of three women. She happily asked after his people before he went outside where his rice was heaped on big tarpaulin.

Soon, Sunday, a naughty boy who's my age mate came and told me that someone was trying to shunt my rice in our queue. I quickly dashed outside to see who the person could be. Not long after I saw no threat to my turn, our papa's inlaw came near me and asked if I'd sleep in the premises after operator had hauled my rice. I say not really because mum didn't want us to sell even a cup. He laughed and said I'm witty. He asked if I could follow him to bathe in nearby river because it's risky to go alone. I said no problem but quickly asked what little one like me would do if there's any trouble. He laughed and said just my presence was enough to scare mermaid away because she'd think am his wife.

My head swelled as I heard this. As if Sunday was on cue, he wasted no time and started going home because their home was nearby. We didn't go far before my stepmother's first brother took my palm in his own as we walked out of the mill. I felt so happy as he tickle and caress my soft palm, asking who knows how soft my mum's own will be. I didn't say anything. He asked if mum was well since most mothers came to haul their rice. I said she returned from farm so tired. He said he thought did not come because she's expecting a guest. I needed no explanation but he gave me. I said it's nothing like that at all.

By now we're near Riverside Primary School, and next thing I heard from Edwin still rang in my ear till date.

'My "wife" you know tomorrow is Krishimashi (that's how iliterates prounnce Christmas in our place) and I'd like your legs to be heavy as you skank like butterfly with your friends. I was still trying to know if he really meant his wife when he called me so when he led me into the classrooms and made straight to his junior brother's table where from one thing to another he fucked me well well.

Guess my prize? Help him bring my mum to his farm so he'd fuck she and me together!

Reminds me Josephine, my minders pussy

"Oh, my son, you're killing me," she groaned. "Put your lips right on my trigger as you dip your finger more and more. Yes, like that Maria, my friend your son is a sex warrior like you. When will you come and enjoy him with me?" He reeled endlessly as I lick her mature pussy which gave birth last over 6 years ago while I just started living with her this year after my mum brought me to live with her as a day student in their town where I got admission in Form 1.

In her mid-40s as my mum and not strikingly beautiful, Josephine has radiant ebony black complexion and astonishing shape that tallies with her average size bottom that pushes out as if begging for a man's attention. Not often does anyone see bottom that has not started sagging among her age mate. But her own is simply uphill, and guess what, Josephine loves real good fuck!

Today was no different. She just returned from where she and other women married in her late husband's village cleaned their square as they did on market days, every four days.

I was in her late husband's room where I stay with Vincent, her only child then in primary school but already sexually mature because no night passed without him fucking me well welI. I was alone when his mum called me to help her unfastened her bra as she was undressing. I went over through the connecting door. She's already in her underwear, a milk colour old halfsimi. She was sweating. Her low, husky voice pitch showed she's in sexual mode. I was afraid but she encouraged me to come near. I did. Once she felt my hand on her shoulder, she begged me to scratch a spot she said an ant bit. Her skin so smooth yet harder than mine. She enjoyed my impact and kept asking for more. We're standing near her cloths rope but I noticed she kept drawing me to bedside. My small penis kept responding before she pull out her undies and stand total naked before me. Her pussy was sorrounded by thick hair as our people call forest. She yield her head on my chest and begged me to fuck her. I didn't waste time push her onto her bed and climbed up to her.Then rain started falling, making it impossible for anyone to enter, even Vincent who had gone to fetch water from distant stream.

I never eaten any pussy so wet and horns as her own. She moaned and moaned as I give just what she craved till she shoot cold, long orgasm 'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!'