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  1. Life in Delhi

    Amazing story! Please do share more :)
  2. Warning: Contains pooping... Just a warning Akansha’s alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning. She moaned groggily, and turned on her side, rolling herself into a sitting position. No sooner did she pick up her phone and check the messages, than she saw that Karthik and Radhika were already at the lake waiting for her. And Rebecca was on her way! Shit!! In a frenzy, Akansha jumped out of bed. She switched on the light, threw on a pair of jeans over the panties she’d slept in, tossed a T-shirt over her head and dashed out of the door. This lake plan had been made almost a week in advance. Not far from their houses was a beautiful large and for the most part uninhabited lake. The plan was to go there incredibly early in the morning ,have a refreshing walk, a soothing joint, and watch the sunrise in all its glory. Akansha left the house, boarded an early-morning bus, and checked her watch again. Fuck! It was already 5:30. In the distant expanses of the sky she could see the first rays of sunrise beginning to illuminate the horizon. She sat quietly, put her headphones into her ears and hoped the bus would reach there soon. ______________ Meanwhile, over at the lake, Karthik and his girlfriend Radhika had already reached the bus stop and were no trekking the 2 km hike over a set of hills that led to the lake. “What is this yaar!!” , Radhika whined as she plodded up along the winding dirt track. “This is soooo faaaarr…” Karthik looked back, amusement and irritation plastered in equal arts on his face. “Come on now”, he implored, “The worst is done….we’re almost there..” Radhika whined something or the other but Karthik was too far ahead to make sense of any of it. However, he quite clearly heard her whine the word bladder. Karthik dismissed it with a casual shrug of his shoulders and kept walking. Finally, after another 5 minutes of trekking, Karthik and Radhika finally crossed the final ridge. The full lake, shining magnificently blue was clearly visible. It was dazzling in the orange reflection of the sky. Karthik stood abreast the ridge, his tall muscular frame silhouetted by the rising sun: he looked magnificent. Radhika stumbled her way up, panting and gasping for breath. Panting and covered in sweat, Radhika implored, “Please… Let’s just sit down for a bit.” Karthik replied, “But we’re only 10 minutes away from the lake. We’re almost there, don’t you want to make it?” Radhika nodded ,still panting, “But just sit here for a minute or two no? Let me catch my breath?” Karthik realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and sat next to her. Karthik was too busy staring at the beautiful lake that he failed to notice Radhika’s writhing legs or her clenched fist. He failed to notice the swelling lake in Radhika. ________________________ Rebecca’s morning had started very badly. At 4:30 this morning, while the lights were still off and the sun was sleeping, Rebecca had been awoken by a cramp in her stomach. She was forced to jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom, tearing down her boxer shorts to plop herself down on the cold porcelain lid of the toilet just as a wave of spluttering liquid excrement spewed out of her and into the polished basin. Rebecca groaned and clutched her stomach. It must have been that Golgappa that she’d eaten last night! Why, Why the fuck had she eaten that Golgappa!? And so, the next hour was spent like this. For small intervals of time Rebecca had felt better. She would clean herself up, pull her boxer shorts up and stumble back into her bed. However, Mere minutes later she’d be woken by a resurgence of the same cramps and be forced to dash into the bathroom once more, starting the cycle all over. By 5:30 however, Rebecca was feeling considerably better. She’d been in bed for almost half an hour, and the nausea and cramps were gone: it seemed, for good. She rose to the beeping of her alarm and deemed herself fit enough to make the journey to the lake. She rose groggily and wiggled her way into a pair of skin tight blue denim Levi jeans. She managed to pull them up to her upper thighs, but no higher; her striped purple panties obstructed her. Rebecca wriggle out of her jeans, took off her panties (throwing them behind the door), and pulled her jeans back up, completely naked underneath. She zipped them tight, fastened the button and took off in a taxi towards the lake. Meanwhile, Karthik and Radhika sat utterly motionless on the ridge, staring out at the morning sunrise. Karthik moved closer and put his arm around Radhika. He noticed that she was tense and wiggling, but he paid it no heed. Instead he drew her in closer, and closer, and kissed her on the lips. Radhika had been badly in need of a pee for quite some time now, but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring this up to her boyfriend Karthik. They’d been dating for only about a month and she was still afraid that something as ‘taboo’ as this may be deemed ‘gross’ by Karthik… and that would be incredibly embarrassing. Rather, she had chosen to remain quiet. As Karthik pulled her into his gaze and planted his lips on hers, she was overcome by his kiss. Oh his kiss! It robbed her of reality and all of her mundane concerns. All she could feel was his lips against her, gently massaging her and easing her as his hand pulsated between her legs. She couldn’t escape it! There was nothing she could bring herself to do or say that would cause him to let go of her as his body slowly weaved against hers. Karthik slipped his hand down the front of Radhika’s loose elastic sport shorts and deftly made its way into her panties. Karthik discovered a creamy gooey paradise. With the skill of a neurosurgeon and the knowledge of a gynaecologist, Karthik located the clit and began to weave wave after wave of pleasure onto it. Radhika was tight of breath. She could feel him rubbing her most private of privates, her holy of holies. And she loved it. Despite the throbbing warnings from her bladder, Radhika just couldn’t stop him. As he pulled down her shorts and lay her down on the crunching grass, she couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to stop him. Karthik laid down next to her and guided her to come on top of him. Radhika noticed that her pants were down, bundled near his feet, and his large throbbing manhood glowed in the morning light, highlighted by the thick clump of hair that adorned its base. Karthik guided her into a squat over him, his soaking genitals mere inches from hers. Karthik looked at her and she felt her bladder throb once more. Karthik let go of Radhika and almost instinctively, she began to lower herself onto him. As his large hard penis brushed the dripping space between her thighs, she was racked with excruciating waves of mind blowing pleasure. She eased herself down slowly as his strong pulsating dick rose inside of her. Radhika threw her head back in ecstacy. Karthik was a part of her! She felt her heart throb with joy and her woman-parts throb with pleasure. All of a sudden her bladder throbbed in revolt. Radhika’s eyes widened in shock as a small spurt of urine shot out of her and splattered Karthik’s shirt. Radhika was mortified. Luckily Karthik was too enraptured in pleasure, his eyes closed and his fists clenched, to notice. Radhika felt her bladder rearing up again and she knew that she had to get off, now! She needed to pee too bad! She just couldn’t control it. “Karthik…”, she moaned, her voice no louder than a whisper, “Karthik… I … I really need to pee…. I just cant….control it…” Karthik was seconds away from shooting his load. As Radhika was speaking he felt his orgasm rising up in his dick. He was cumming! Subsequently, when Radhika tried to extricate herself from him, so she could run into the bushes and pee, he pulled her back down onto him. This was the last straw for Radhika’s bladder. Her urethra tensed once or twice, as she tried to hold back the dam, but there was never any chance. Her bladder had been neglected for too long. With an agonized cry, the contents of Radhika’s bladder squirted out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs, splattering violently onto Karthik’s stomach as he ejaculated all over her. As Karthik finished cumming, Radhika rolled over him, piss still gushing out of her, and squatted mere feet from Karthik. Her yellow piss pattered furiously into the muddy ground beneath her, leaving puddles. _______________________________________________________ Akansha had reached the foot of the hill at the same time Rebecca had. Rebecca was halfway up the hill, Akansha by her side, when a rumble in her stomach reminded her of the Golgappa, and shattered her fragile belief that her diarrhoea dangers were done. Rebecca felt her bowels tense angrily and she knew from the experience this morning, that such an urge could not be overcome, merely delayed, and that too for a minute max. Rebecca turned to Akansha and asked awkwardly, “Hey, do you think you could just wait a minute…. I just.. .really need to use..use the bathroom.”, her cheeks blushed red. Akansha awkwardly nodded her head and Rebecca ran behind the bushes. She frantically unbuttoned her jeans, tore them down and fell into a squat as diarrhoea erupted from her shapely backside. She hugged her knees and breathed deeply as she covered the forest floor in her liquid shit. Akansha awkwardly remained standing on the dirt path nearby as Rebecca’s bowels loudly evacuated themselves onto the forest floor. A minute or so of awkward squatting ensued for Rebecca as she finished up and was forced to search for some fresh leaves with which to ‘clean up’. Soon enough a triumphant Rebecca emerged from the bushes. However, Akansha was far less impressed. As Rebecca had been hunched up behind the bushes, Akansha (my girlfriend at the time) had been texting me. Akansha: Hey Me: Hey! What’s up? Akansha: Nothing much, came on this stupid trip to the lake. You know, that far off one in Mahlapur? Me: Yeah. That’s really far! How come you went all the way there? I know how lazy you are. There’s no way you’d travel that far unless it was for a really good reason. So? What is it? Akansha: Well, Rebecca came for one. I’ve been dying to meet her, it’s been ages. Me: Oh! That’s great! Say hi to her from me too if you can? Have you met her yet? What are they doing now? Akansha: Ummm well, Rebecca’s freshening up right now… I’m not too sure about Radhika. Me: Freshening up? What does that mean? Aren’t you guys at a lake? Akansha: Yeah but…. You know….. stuff Me: Hmmm… I get it.. Akansha: Do you? Do you really?? Me: I think I do Akansha: Tell me then. Me: Ummm… Is she pissing behind a bush or something? :P Akansha: Oh My God! :P How did you guess that :P Close enough :P XD Me: “Close”. Oh my God! Don’t tell me!! Is she….?? Akansha: Yep. Been feeling sick since morning it seems. Me: Damn… Well. How are you feeling? Akansha: Okay yaar. Just need to pee a little bit. Me: Hmm….. Will you be okay? Akansha: Yeah Yeah! You know me! When have I ever not been okay? Me: Hyderabad, for one. Akansha: Oh come on! That’s not fair, apart from that? Me: None really come to mind. Well then, hope it all goes well :P Akansha: It will, see you soon. The lake after that was essentially uneventful. Akansha’s bladder, merely uncomfortable when she chatted with me, grew worse and fuller as the day progressed. As the day wore on, she began to be desperate enough to consider looking for alternated sources of relief (mainly squatting behind a particularly lush bush). However, as Akansha’s luck would have it, the group spotted a porta-potty in the distance. Radhika’s urge had been satisfied after that embarrassing post-coital piss in front of Karthik, but Rebecca’s stomach was still plaguing her. Both Rebecca and Akansha set off for the bathroom in the distance. As they approached, Akansha couldn’t help but notice the look of acute distress on Rebecca’s face. Rebecca was sweating and waddling like a duck; it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Regardless of how much Akansha liked Rebecca, Akansha wasn’t about to give up her bathroom for anyone! Akansha sprinted ahead of Rebecca, entered the porta-potty and slammed the door, bolting it firmly and beginning to remove her jeans. It was only at this point that she noticed the toilet was an Indian-style one. Akansha has a great aversion towards Indian-style loos and finds them disgusting. On this occasion however, Akansha tore her jeans down with her panties till her calves, and squatted closely over the toilet as she released the contents of her strained bladder. Upon completing her piss, Akansha pulled up her pants and left the stall, expecting to find a very desperate Rebecca. To her surprise however, Rebecca was gone. Vanished. Suddenly Akansha heard a loud splatter of semi-liquid on dried leaves followed by a spluttering fart. Akansha laughed thinking of Rebecca. The girl had shit once in the forests already today; why not a second time?
  3. First Story - Real Experience

    I think my best sighting happened in a small clearing near Madiwala. My college Sevasadan is just a minute from there and as such, after school, a lot of students go there to smoke. On a related note, when my college ends at 4 in the afternoon, the campus shuts down. Owing to some cases of vandalism in the past, the premises are closed as soon as college finishes. The bathrooms are bolted 5 minutes after the final ring of the bell. Anyways, there was this girl called Malvika in my class. Nothing interesting about her, she was good looking, very normal, very quiet. In fact I don't think I'd ever seen her talk in all the time she'd been in my class. On this particular day, she was in bright yellow tights with a black Kurta top. It was the last hour of the day and midway through the class, Malvika put her hand up, and requested to be allowed to visit the bathroom. The teacher was in the middle of a particularly nasty tirade and shouted her back into her seat. From that point I turned and began to look closely at her, searching for any hidden signs of desperation. As soon as the bell rang, Malvika got up and left the classroom composedly, not in any particularly hurry, and walked towards the bathrooms. I, thinking my sightings for the day were over, bought a smoke from downstairs and headed to the clearing in Madiwala. The clearing was predominantly used for garbage dumping. TV's and old abandoned cars littered the dusty ground. I stood behind the carcass of an old white Maruthi Omni van and lit up my smoke. Barely 30 seconds into my smoke I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly hid myself behind the omni, lest someon see me smoking. I could hear the tell tale desperate pitter patter of feet on the other side. I peeked through the window and saw a desperate Malvika, hopping from one foot to the other, and frantically scouring the field for anyone. Finding no one, I could see her hold her kurta under her chin as bouncing, she pulled down her tights. Immediately I could hear a loud splashing noise. I peeked under the vehicle and had a perfect view of her nice brown ass, and the forceful golden stream that arched from it. I waited for her to finish and run away. I then stood up and finished my smoke :P
  4. First Story - Real Experience

    The incident took place back on Sunday and involves a young girl called Radhika from my work place. Radhika is a young thin dark girl from Madhya Pradesh and she works on the same floor as me. I talked to her the first time just over a week ago as we were both down on the main road trying to flag autos. As the autos pulled over, she told them where it was that she wanted to go. I learnt that she lives in a flat of buildings directly opposite my own! Needless to say, I was overjoyed, as I do find her quite attractive. Ever since that day, for the last week, Radhika and I have been sharing autos back to our house. This fateful Sunday however, something happened that would change everything. Radhika told me that her older sister would be coming as she was visiting the city today. Radhika told me her older sister was called Ranvi and warned me that she was very conservative. I stood at the base of the office with Radhika at 6 waiting for her sister. 6:30 rolled around as did 7:00 as both of us stood outside like idiots. At 7:00, Rahika was fidgeting slightly and pulled out her phone. She called her sister but to no avail. She then pointed in the direction of the building (probably the bathrooms) and told me ‘she had to make a small call but she’d be right back.’ As Radhika was heading towards the bathroom, her sister pulled up in her driver-driven Ford. She smiled, apologised for being late, and beckoned us to enter. Radhika gave one last longing glance to the bathroom in the distance and entered the car with me. The car sped off onto the noisy highway and we closed our windows. Ranvi was incredibly talkative; unusually so. She talked and talked and talked about all manner of all things under the sun. Radhika and I sat side by side in the back and Ranvi was comfortably seated in the rider’s seat. Radhika began to feel more and more uncomfortable as we sped down stretches of cracked, bumpy and broken road. The little pouch of liquid in her abdomen was filled to bursting point and she was beginning to worry about her plight. “So Raadhika!”, Ranvi said animatedly, “How have you been lately?” “Umm…. Good.”, Radhika replied unconvincingly. A conversational lull swept over the car and there was utter silence, none of us wanting to have to be the one to break it. In the midst of all this sat Radhika, not caring a bit about the course of the conversation. She just wanted a bathroom! “Ummm….Ranvi”, Radhika whispered, leaning forward, “Do you think we could pull over at a restaurant or something for a moment…. I just need to use the washroom.” From where I was sitting I focused all my effort on listening to Radhika’s whispers and I understood them. She needed to use the bathroom! Badly that too! I felt my cock stiffen and press against the tight fabric of my jeans as I continued to listen silently. Ranvi didn’t look bothered in the least. “Sure didi”, she said, “We’ll stop at the next place we see.” Radhika sat back in her seat, looked at me gingerly and smiled awkwardly. She unbuttoned her jeans. Nothing was showing because of her long kurti, but I guess it helped take some of the pressure off her throbbing bladder. Radhika looked visibly relieved, happy that at last her predicament would come to an end. Little did she know… Ranvi asked her driver to pull over at the next restaurant he saw. In Hindi, the driver informed her that the nearest restaurant was about 10 minutes away on the main road. The traffic was very bad he said, and it would probably take us much longer than that to reach I thought I heard Radhika groan but it was just my imagination. The driver told us that there was a small shortcut through which we could reach sooner. Breathlessly, Radhika agreed. The Ford slid off the main road into a narrow dirt gulley. As the driver had promised, the gully was empty and our car zipped down and away. As we turned one of the hair pin corners though, we saw a truck that had broken down. Apparently, the genius truck driver had had the same idea as us but lacked the manoeuvrability to make it through: ergo this. The truck was blocking the entire road. There was no way around it. Pedestrians were barely managing to squeeze through the gaps. Our Ford was stuck. There wasn’t even enough room to do a U-turn owing to the cars honking behind us. My cock hardened again as I looked at Radhika, biting her lip. And so, for the next 20 minutes we were there. Stuck like this. My cock grew harder and harder as Radhika rocked faster and faster. Eventually, she could hold on no longer. She turned to her sister, her legs shaking and whispered, “Mai rukh nahi sakthi. Mai jaana hoon…. Jaana…” Ranvi again did not argue with her sister. She just nodded her head and stepped out of the car with Radhika, leaving me alone with the driver. Radhika dashed out of the car, her long ironed purple kurti flapping as she dashed to the side of the road with her sister. The driver and I both craned our necks to be able to see what was happening, but the sisters disappeared behind a wall. Luckily for the both of us, though less luckily for Radhika, at that moment the traffic began to move. A smile glistening on his lips, the driver honked his horn and began to move. Out from behind the wall Radhika dashed, adjusting her jeans and yanking her kurti down as she ran with her sister towards the moving car. Amidst the honking and screeching they reached the car and jumped in. Ranvi looked glad that the traffic had cleard up, but Radhika looked like the complete opposite. “Radhika…”, I said, voice laden with concern, “Are you.. Okay?” She briefly made out a kind of surprised little whimper that at first I thought nothing of, something from the radio I believed or perhaps some sound Radhika made in the course of trying to hold it. Shortly though there were a couple soft sobbing sounds. I looked at Radhika. She still at her legs crossed, but she wasn't bouncing anymore or contorted into an awkward position. On hand was still on her crotch, but her other hand looked to be wiping tears from her eyes; Instead of focused ahead with deadly determination; she was looking out the side window into the darkness and sniffling slightly. "Are you okay?" I asked. She ignored me. Maybe she didn't hear. I looked at her, and in the kindest, most compassionate voice I could come up with I asked again, "Are you okay Radhika?" She then turned to me, her face red and her eyes filled with tears. "I wet myself okay!" She not quite shouted at me. I was stunned at first by the strength of her reaction and just how upset she appeared. Finally I managed to mumble something along the lines of, "That’s okay, don't worry about it." She remained quiet, turned away from me, arms folded across her lap, quietly sobbing as she stared into the traffic outside. The wet patch on her pants was clearly visible and the spot on the seat was even larger. I heard a dripping sound as it dripped onto the floor of the car. Needless to say, the rest of the ride was as awkward as could be.
  5. Cum in your pants

    I've cum in my pants quite a few times and one of my exes had a habit of cumming rather...spontaneously. It didn't just happen randomly, but given the correct environment and level of arousal, she used to cum really easily, regardless of whether she was wearing clothes or not.
  6. Hey! Were you planning to continue this! It's really awesome!
  7. New desperation text game coming soon!

    This sounds awwesome! Is it still happening?
  8. Bulletproof and Invisible

    Keep it up! This is a really good idea!
  9. Female Live TV chat show desperation

    Hey Ciberia2, how did it go? I logged on and was following most of it, but it logged me off after 5 minutes saying that her webcam was offline.
  10. The Best Videos EVER

    If it doesn't have wetting than what does it have? Do they all just make it?
  11. Soooo, new theme?

    It's really great! It seems much more animated, interactive and alive!
  12. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  13. indian CURSED!! (Indian)

    The blistering heat of the midday jungle slowly faded away into the humid orange lull of the evening. The group of tired teens was sagging visibly, their shoulders drooping in exhaustion. Giant mosquitoes the size of ants began to swarm noisily in the air. Suddenly, from the front of the group Deeksha cried out in excitement, "Guys!!! IT's a ROAD!!"" Tired faces instantly gave way to hopeful enthusiasm. With a final reserve of energy, the group sprinted up to the top of the crest where Deeksha stood. Sure enough, there was a road, and a giant one at that. Stretching nearly 4 lanes in breadth, this was a highway, a national one most likely! They were saved!!! .... Or, so they thought. As it turned out, an average person driving on a remote stretch of land between two cities does not rank helping bedraggled teenagers highly on his priority list. The girls flailed their arms in vain. They shouted out when cars approached, but not one vehicle so much as slowed down to converse with them. About an hour and a thousand failed hitchhikes later, the sun was in its final throws. The sky began to blacken, slowly and dismally, illuminated only by the glowing cherry of the sun behind the horizon. Sanjana had been biting her lip and wiggling uncomfortably on the fringes of the group for quite some time. Clad in her skin tight denim jeans, Sanjana ’s tightly crossed legs were clearly framed, visible as daylight for everyone to see. Her face seemed locked in a state of unnatural exertion. Though no one had said anything about it, most of the girls had been noticing Sanjana ‘s predicament for quite some time. Nobody felt the need to speak to her or to ask her how she was. This was because it was her, after all, who had developed the “When in need relieve” mantra, so no one really broached the topic. But as the evening wore on, and Sanjana’s prerogative became embarrassingly visible, Lakshmi took it upon herself to sidle up next to Sanjana. Lakshmi whispered in a low voice, “Sanjana, ummmm… are you doing okay hun? Um.. Just wanted to tell you that you needn’t feel bad about… you know…..relieving yourself……with us around…..we do it too.. So, yeah…. Just thought I’d remind you: When in Need Relieve hun……” Sanjana shook her head softly and dejectedly, her face planted downwards as she whispered back, “Lakshmi, I .. I can’t relieve myself in front of you this time….this is….. different.” Sanjana lowered her voice further still and breathed, “I really need to take a dump…….” She whispered so soft it was barely audible. Lakshmi replied instantly, “So! All the more reason why you should relieve yourself now….Sure it might be a little bit weird because we’re there, but think how much worse things could be if you didn’t relieve yourself….nobody knows what that witch can do…” It took less than a split second for Sanjana to understand that what Lakshmi was saying was absolutely correct. She nodded her head as she wordlessly spoke, “True. But could you come with me? Please? Just to stand g..guard?” Lakshmi looked from side to side uneasily, “Umm… I don’t know if I…..” Sanjana spoke up, “Come on Lakshmi!!! Please!” Lakshmi reluctantly agreed, despite looking visibly uncomfortable about the whole thing. She turned towards the group and raised her pinky for the other girls to see. A raised pinky has one meaning in all of India. “Going to pee…” Deeksha and Aishwarya glanced over at Lakshmi, and at the writhing figure of Sanjana in the background, and nodded silently; a symbol of their recognition. But as Sanjana made haste for the bush on the wayside and Lakshmi gingerly followed her, a large bright green SETC bus swerved to the side of the road, cutting through lanes to pull to a grinding halt right in front of the stunned teenagers. A large swarthy hairy man clad only in a white vest hung out of the door and shouted, “Ey! MAdurai COImbatore SALEM….!!” Aishwarya and Deeksha instantly jumped onto the bus. Lakshmi spun around and leaped onto the bus. By the time Sanjana had conscientiously turned around, the bus was already beginning to pull away. Despite the shouting of the other girls in the bus, the vehicle continued away, increasing velocity. Sanjana clenched with all her might and sprinted after the bus, forgetting everything else. By an outsretched hand and a glimmer of hope, Sanjana was pulled onto the bus by a panting Lakshmi. The hairy and blissfuly ignorant bus conductor came, collected the money and gave us our tickets before ambling away. The moment Sanjana got her ticket in hand she plopped down onto the padded window seat on the left where she rocked back and forth slowly. A concerned Lakshmi dropped into the vacant seat next to her. “I’m so sorry !! Is everything .. under control?” Sanjana just shook her head dismally. Lakshmi noticed a solitary tear streak underneath her right eye. She heard Sanjana sniffling softly. “Oh there there…” Lakshmi cooed as she embraced Sanjana, cradling the latter’s head in her shoulders as Sanjana wept softly. “I .. I just can’t hold it any more” Sanjana sobbed softly, her face contorted in pain and grief. Lakshmi knew there was nothing that she could do for her, and though it pained her to admit this, it was Sanjana’s problem, not hers. And so, Lakshmi sat next to Sanjana and held her hand tightly, as Sanjana no doubt held her sphincter as the bus sped along towards Madurai.
  14. The scene shows the actress entering the house, throwing her purse, and sitting on the toilet.
  15. Amity and Selah - The Trial

    brilliant! This is superb!