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Neighbor’s Battered Wife



The siren was blaring as the ambulance weaved through traffic. It was just past midnight and the traffic in Mumbai — the city that never sleeps — was brutal in spite of the hour. We would have been tossed around if we weren’t strapped in.

It seemed like a race against time. Would the city traffic slow us down enough to cause maximum damage or would the ambulance driver be able to beat the traffic and get us to the hospital in time. Ok, maybe I was over-dramatizing it just a little bit. The damage wasn’t life threatening. It had been just 10 minutes that we had been in the ambulance but it felt like we had been driving for hours. Time has a way of seeming to slow down at times like these.

Ten more minutes later, we were pulling into the emergency entrance at the hospital. Soon thereafter, Arundhati was in surgery and I was answering questions from the hospital staff and the security officer about what had happened.

How does an 18 year old end up mixed up in a family drama of abuse that ends up in the hospital with the security officer getting involved? It was hard for my teenage brain to come to grips with the situation I had found myself in. It had all started a few months ago.

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After losing my virginity to Zara, a visitor from Dhaka and losing her contact information when she returned to her country, I went through a phase of horny depression. She had freed a caged animal who now had no release.

Arundhati and her husband Narayan moved into the ground floor apartment across the street a few months after Zara had gone back to Dhaka. My bedroom window was one floor above their apartment and overlooked their living room, bathroom and the master bedroom. Narayan was in his mid-40s and worked as the foreman in a factory. He was significantly older than Arundhati, who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s — significantly older than me.

Normally, they wouldn’t have been able to afford to either buy or rent the apartment on his income. I learned much later that he had used part of his dowry to get the new place. Their arrival changed my life. For starters, my quiet evenings became history. Their arguments were loud enough to waft across the street. While I couldn’t usually make out the words, there was no mistaking the heated words exchanged, the screaming and crying.

Most of their marital problems stemmed from the fact that Narayan was an alcoholic with a very low alcoholic resistance level. He would come home drunk every evening and that invariably meant arguments and fights between husband and wife. Why they left their windows open beat me. If they shut them and put up some dbangs, it might have muffled some of the noise, but for whatever reason, they didn’t.

After a few weeks, I got used to the evening arguments and for the most part ignored it. It wasn’t my business and I had no interest in the family problems of my new neighbors. However, curiosity got the better of me late one morning when I heard what sounded like crying. Making my way to the window, I looked across the street — starting with the living room window, then the bedroom and finally the bathroom.

What I saw made my jaw drop. She was masturbating in the shower area with what looked like a dildo or vibrator. Her moaning had got progressively louder till it reached my ears and as I watched her masturbate, it kept getting louder and louder as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm.

She screamed and shook when it finally hit, rocking her body. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had just watched my neighbor’s wife masturbate herself to an orgasm.

That one incident had turned me into a voyeur. On my college vacation, I had all the time in the world and by the next morning, I had set up quite a monitoring system at my bedroom window.

My telescopic zoom camera was set up on a tripod with a trip wire so I could take pictures without being behind the viewfinder. A camcorder was also set up next to it for me to record video. A chair was set next to it with my camping binoculars on them. It wasn’t my lucky day though. She must have had her shower before I even woke up. The same happened the next two days too.

I finally got lucky on Saturday. While her husband slept in their bed, she had put on quite a display for me, masturbating in the shower. Her husband had slept through all her moaning and screaming as she masturbated for close to half an hour before a loud, screaming orgasm shook her.

I got a number of pictures — both close up and long shot and a full high definition video of her show. I had also watched it up close and personal through my binoculars. I couldn’t help masturbating while watching her. WOW!

This was going to be both an erotic bonanza if it continued and also an ultimate torture with such a hot woman living right next door and yet so far out of reach.

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Over the next few weeks, my library of Arundhati’s pictures and videos kept growing. I had her masturbating in the shower a few times, her husband fucking her in bed a few times and on one night, I saw him take her against her wish.

He was stone drunk as usual and what started as an argument took on a physical turn when he force-stripped her naked before forcing her down on her belly on the floor and taking her brutally till he exploded five minutes later inside her ass.

I had masturbated almost every time I watched and recorded her and I couldn’t help masturbating while watching her husband take her mercilessly, making her cry in pain as he pounded her ass.

After it was over, I watched her crying naked on the floor while her husband passed out next to her. I felt ashamed of myself for being turned on by this woman’s helpless plight and abuse.

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My erotic and voyeuristic bonanza came to a head tonight. He came home — drunk as usual and the customary arguments ensued. However today, things took a turn for the worst when he tried to fuck her against her wish. He had managed to strip her naked and was trying to pin her down when she slapped him. That pushed him over the edge and he started beating and kicking her.

Oh SHIT!!!!! I just saw blood spurt out of her mouth when he slapped her hard. I acted on impulse, not thinking. I called the ambulance while running out of my apartment, down the stairs, across the street and into their campus.

By the time I reached their door, I could hear hysterical screams. I was appalled that none of their neighbors had done anything yet. When repeated knocking got no response, I contemplated whether I could break the door down the way heroes do in movies or whether I could pick the lock.

On impulse, I tried the door knob and it opened! They hadn’t even bothered to lock the door!!!

I found her lying naked on the floor unconscious, blood gushing out of a cut in her forehead, her nose and mouth, a number of bruises on her body.

Narayan, also naked was groaning in pain, his hands clutching his balls. She must have managed to kick him in the balls before he threw her against the dining table, where she must have hit her head and passed out.

I had no idea what to do. My heart was pounding, adrenaline making me react on impulse and clouding my ability to think clearly. I rushed to the kitchen. Drenching the kitchen towel in tap water, I rushed back to the living room.

I dabbed the wet cloth on the cuts in her forehead and mouth, wiping away the blood. A couple minutes later, she started stirring and eventually woke up. It took her a moment or two to realize there was a stranger in the room tending to her…and that she was stark naked.

“Don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her as she tried to cover herself with her hands and push away from me, “it’s ok, you are hurt. Try and stay still.”

By the time the ambulance arrived, she had calmed down as much as possible and had covered herself with the saree I handed her at her request. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams expected the erotic show from across the street to turn into a night of horror and brutal violence.

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“Thank you for last night,” she said as I sat on the edge of her bed in the hospital.

“Don’t mention it,” I said, “it’s the least a neighbor could do.”

“But how did you know?”

“I live across the street. I heard screams and when I looked out the window, I saw him hit you. I called the ambulance and ran across to try and stop him. But you were unconscious by the time I got there. I am sorry I couldn’t get there sooner.”

“Well, thanks for getting there,” she said sipping water. The cut on her forehead had been stitched and her other injuries treated. Even bandaged and bruised, she looked gorgeous to me. But then, I was a horny 18 year old who had been masturbating watching her for a while now. She had no idea that last night wasn’t the first time I had seen her naked and I had no intention of telling her either.

It wasn’t the ideal circumstance for a formal introduction, but over the hour that I spent with her, we got to know a little about each other.

She was Narayan’s second wife. His first had passed away a couple years ago. He had a daughter from his first marriage who was in a boarding college. She had fallen for the vulnerable single father and married him against her parents’ wishes. Even though they finally relented and got her married to him — and gave a generous enough dowry that had helped him buy the apartment — they had cut all ties with her. And now, she knew they were right and she had made a huge mistake that she would have to pay for alone.

“Where’s my husband?” she asked eventually.

“The security officer took him into custody after he was checked by the doctors last night.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I waited a while longer to see if she would wake up before returning home.

I visited her in the hospital the next day too and was glad to know that her injuries were minor enough for her to be discharged that evening.

I was there as she checked out and accompanied her home. Once she was finally settled in, we exchanged phone numbers and I bid her good night and returned home.

She called me the next day to check if I was busy. I wasn’t. She wanted to know if I would keep her company. I said I would love it and went over to her place. She was cooking lunch and we ate together.

We talked over lunch and thereafter and she told me what I already knew. That her husband was an alcoholic who abused her emotionally, verbally and physically when he was drunk. When he was sober, he was the perfect gentleman and the nicest man you could meet.

But he had crossed a boundary and she couldn’t live with him anymore. Being forced to have sex with him was one thing, but she wasn’t going to let him beat her up anymore.

She said she intended to press charges and also file for divorce.

I confessed that I had seen and heard them argue in the past — of course I left out the parts about watching him fuck her and watching her while she showered and masturbated. But, my confession told her that I could look into her house and I fully expected the windows to now be closed and dbangs to go up. And yet, none of that happened.

The next day, I watched, took pictures of, and videoed her as she she showered and masturbated. After she came and her orgasm passed, she looked straight at me through her bathroom window and smiled. I was caught and she didn’t seem to mind! I couldn’t believe my luck. She then proceeded to dbang herself in a towel and got out of the shower. In her bedroom, she dropped the towel and looked in my direction, a naughty smile on her face. She took her time dressing up, looking in my direction every few minutes and when she was finally dressed, she stepped to the window. Extending one hand, she made the ‘come over’ gesture with her finger.

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“So, how long has this been going on?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t accusing or angry. If anything there was an amused, naughtiness in her voice. We were sitting across the dining table.

“A while,” I said looking down, embarrassed.

“What all have you seen?”

“A lot”

“Seen me shower before?”

“Yes.” I still had my eyes and head bowed down.

“Seen me cook?” I nodded yes.

“Seen us fight?”… I nodded yes again.

“Seen us sleep?”….yes

“Seen me getting fucked? I looked up, taken aback by the directness of her question. “It’s ok. I just want to know. Ok?”

“Yes,” I said, gulping and going red.

“Liked what you saw?” I shook my head ‘no’. “No?” she asked seemingly surprised, “Why?”

“Because, it never seemed like you enjoyed it.” I replied. “He even fucked you when you didn’t want him to. That’s bang you know, even though you are married to him.”

“I know,” she said, looking down in shame now, “but you have to understand that I loved him… till he hit me. Now I hate him.”

“I totally understand,” I said placing my hand over hers reassuringly.

“I had a lot of dreams when I married him. I believed we would live happily ever after. That he would love me forever. That all it would take is my love to make him quit drinking. He said he started drinking after his first wife’s death. Now, I am not so sure anymore. It’s just as possible that he hit her too when he was drunk and maybe it went too far one day. Who knows…”

I didn’t know what to say to that and just kept silent.

“I wanted him to love me, and I believed he did. Before we got married, he would make gentle love to me. The last time we made love that way was the night of our marriage. That was also the only time he fucked me twice in a day.” I couldn’t believe she was telling me all these details of their sexual life. “Since then, all he’s done is treat me like his property to fuck whenever he wanted to — with no thought to my own pleasure and needs. I had to pleasure myself when I could.” she concluded.

“I know.” I said. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

“I have seen you shower remember?” I said by way of explanation and she blushed, her pretty face going beet red. We just say there at the dining table, an awkward silence between us.

“Liked what you saw?” she asked finally. No I shook my head.

“No?” she asked, “you don’t like me?”

“It’s not that…” I said hesitating, “someone as beautiful and sexy as you shouldn’t have to pleasure yourself.”

“Oh!” she said, getting off her chair and walking over to me. Sitting down in my lap, she caressed my face with her fingers, “would you like to make me happy?”

There was no mistaking the invitation. She sealed it when she bent down and kissed me. As her tongue entered my mouth, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast over her dress. I squeezed and she moaned in my mouth.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity with her on my lap at the dining table. Both my hands were all over her body. After caressing and squeezing her boobs, I had caressed her back and cupped her butt cheeks before caressing the insides of her thighs and eventually her pussy over her clothes.

As I started undressing her, she broke the kiss and got off my lap. With her hands were all over me, taking my clothes off as I started shed hers, she led us to the bedroom. We were both naked and hungry by the time we reached the bed. I threw her on the bed and grabbed her legs. Spreading her legs wide, I went straight for her shaved pussy.

“Aaaaahhhhh…..yessssssss,” she groaned as I entered her with my tongue. She was soaking wet and I lapped up her juices. She let me eat her for a while before turning me on my back and getting on top. She sat on my face, giving me unhindered access to her pussy while she took my hardness in her mouth.

I groaned in pleasure into her pussy as she stroked and sucked me. She was moaning over my shaft as she sucked, licked and stroked it.

I knew I wouldn’t last long when she cupped my balls and squeezed them gently, making me groan.

Both of us were so turned on that neither of us lasted long. We both erupted into each others’ mouths within three minutes, her heavenly nectar gushing into my mouth as I exploded in hers.

“Join me for lunch?” she asked getting off the bed once we were done.

“Sure,” I said, watching her as she covered her naked body with a towel and made her way towards the kitchen.

I took a nap while she cooked. I woke up an hour later to the delicious aroma of food. I found my underwear lying at the entrance to the bedroom. I put it on and made my way to the kitchen.

Arundhati was still dressed only in the towel she had covered herself in. She smiled as she watched me make my way towards her.

Getting behind her, I kissed her neck as my hands cupped her boobs.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“For you,” I said nodding into her shoulder, licking her.

“Later,” she said pushing my head back, “first some food.” She had already set the table for two. She pushed me away and carried the food she’d cooked to the dining table. We sat across from each other to eat. Mid way through the lunch, she reached her leg beneath the dining table and started caressing me over my underwear with her feet.

“You are hard already,” she said surprised. “I can’t wait for my dessert.” she added winking.

“Me either,” I said and that was the end of lunch. Back in bed, I ate her while she sucked me. She came twice in my mouth before I came, feeding her my cum. We slept in a tangle and did it again when we woke up a couple hours later.

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There seemed to be an unspoken boundary between us. Neither spoke about it, but there seemed to be an automatic understanding that penetration was off limits. She’d give me the most mind blowing blowjobs and hand jobs and I would eat her for hours through orgasm after orgasm but that stayed the extent of our little arrangement for months.

“Want to come over? I feel like celebrating.” She said when she called me one evening.

“Do you still have to ask?” I said, laughing into the phone, “be right over.”

She was grinning from ear to ear, holding up an envelope when she opened the door for me. “Freedom!!!!” she shrieked as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

“Freedom?” I asked when she broke the kiss.

“The divorce is final,” she explained waving the envelope before my face, “I am finally free of him.”

“Oh,” I said following her into the house and closing the door behind me.

“And I want to celebrate all night,” she added, “think you can keep going all night?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said starting to unbutton my shirt.

We stripped each other naked as I followed her to the bedroom kissing her passionately all along the way. She had her legs open for me as she lay down and we ate each other to our respective orgasms.

“Want to take it further?” she asked as she caressed my hair as we lay panting in a naked embrace.

“Further?” I asked, though I had a fair idea what she was suggesting. In reply, she got off the bed and grabbed my hand. After I got of the bed, she grabbed my limp cock and led me to the bathroom — the place where I had first seen her masturbate from my bedroom window. It was only apt that this is where we would fuck for the first time — at least that’s what I thought she meant by taking it further.

As the shower drenched us, we kissed and caressed each others’ body. She stroked me till I was hard again.

“Ready?” she said spreading her legs.

“If you are,” I replied rubbing the head of my cock against her opening. She groaned in pleasure when I entered her. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” I whispered into her neck as I buried my hardness to the hilt inside her.

“I know,” she moaned, her eyes closed, feeling every inch of me fill her up, “I have too.”

Kissing her, I started moving in and out of her. Her pussy muscles clenched around my hardness, pulling me into her with every thrust.

“Harder,” she moaned, urging me on as I sucked on her nipple while pinching the other one. I increased my tempo steadily till I was slamming her hard and deep. She screamed and came all around my shaft within minutes.

Having already cum once not so long ago, I was in no hurry and kept pounding her right through her orgasm, making it last longer than it otherwise would have lasted. She came a second time after ten more minutes of fucking and this time I exploded inside her moments after her orgasm hit.

“Wow! That was incredible,” she said, as she took some of the cum dripping out of her pussy with her fingers and licked them, “but I am sure I will want more later.”

“Me too,” I said kissing her hungrily.

Out of the shower, we decided to feed our hungry bodies. I insisted she cook naked and let me enjoy her body while she cooked. I kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her naked body while she cooked and was hard again by the time she was done cooking.

I suggested we let the food wait a little making her giggle as I led her to the bedroom and fucked her again in bed. This time, it took me nearly an hour before I creamed her pussy. She had cum two more times while I fucked her.

We finally ate the dinner she had cooked. Dinner got erotic as she rubbed the food on her body and made me lick it off her. By the time we are done eating the food off each others’ bodies, I was hard again. I fucked and creamed her two more times that night before we finally drifted off to sleep.

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When we woke up the next morning, she told me she had decided to sell the apartment and move because it had too many bad memories.

I had selfishly tried my best to talk her out of selling the place because it would mean the end of what we had going if she moved away. I even tried emotional blackmail, telling her how I had lost Zara and didn’t want to lose her too, but her mind was made up.

“I am much too old for you,” she said, “as much as I am enjoying what we have going, it can’t last forever. You deserve someone your own age. I am damaged goods and am certainly no cradle thief. Besides, I need to find myself and need to make a clean break from this place.”

No matter how much I tried to reason with her, she just wouldn’t listen. “Who knows,” she said, “I may not be able to sell this place and you may get your wish. Why spoil today thinking about what tomorrow may bring? Now, let’s not waste time debating.” she said reaching down and starting to stroke my half-hard cock, “I have been aching to feel you inside me since I woke up.”

We fucked throughout the day. She was just insatiable and the more I fucked her, the hungrier I seemed to make her.

It was six months before she announced that she had managed to find a buyer for the apartment and would be moving out of town to make a fresh start.

“When will you be moving?” I asked. Over the past few months, I had reconciled to the inevitability of her decision to move.

“Next week.” she said.

“So soon?”

“Look at it this way, she said unbuttoning my shirt, “you have a week to fuck me to your heart’s content. Now do you want to waste time talking and arguing?” 

Of course I didn’t.


THE END

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Neighbor’s Innocent Daughter

Seducing Mala wasn’t easy. It took months. Not because she was into someone else. Not even because she wasn’t interested in me. Not even because her morals or values wouldn’t allow it. It was just simply that she was so much of a tom boy that she was totally out of touch with her sexuality.

Is it just me or have any of you felt that the sexier a person is, the less they are aware of their sexiness? Mala sure was a perfect example of such a girl.

The bustiest and by far the sexiest girl in my locality, Mala was sheer erotica in motion. Large twinkling eyes were the highlights of her baby-faced beauty. Her full lips made me ache to kiss them. Her curvy, slightly chubby body made me hard, just thinking about her. Her boobs were the highlights though. She was blessed with boobs that would make any man’s blood race.

And when a girl like that moves into the apartment that your bedroom window overlooks, you’d be a fool not to take it as a sign that she was here for you. Why else would she pick this apartment to move into when there were so many others?

And yet, as the days, weeks and months passed, I started to wonder whether it was just my wishful thinking…


” Hieeeeeeeeee!!!!” I heard and looked out my bedroom window that I had just walked past.

“Hey…hello,” I called back waving back as I saw this cute girl waving at me from the living room of the apartment Arundhati lived in a couple years ago. Where Arundhati was a beautiful married woman, waving at me now was a bubbly girl who looked to be around 18 years old.

“I am Mala, you?” she asked.

“Vijay,” I replied “you moved in recently?”

“Yes, two days ago,” she said, and then added, “with Daddy. well, he’s not really my Daddy. He’s my mom’s second husband and raised me… in an all-ladies boarding college.”

“Ok!” I said, “nice to meet you Mala.”

“Are you free?” she asked

“Yes, why?”

“Can I come over? I am bored at home alone. Not used to being alone na.”

“Sure, come over” I said

“Be right there,” she said and disappeared off view.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell and let the hottest 18 year old girl I had ever seen into my apartment. Mala was wearing a tight figure-hugging top — that was at least three sizes too small for her busty torso — and equally figure hugging capris.

“Hi again!” she said with a beaming smile and waltzed past me into my living room and plonked into the couch. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her swaying hips and butt as she walked past me. Her boobs bounced when she dropped into the couch. My throa went dry and my cock stirred. I gulped and followed her and say across her.

“Want something to drink?” I asked as I watched her look around my apartment, chewing hum as she appraised my bachelor pad.

“Sure, whatever you have,” she said. I didn’t know what to make of that comment. I didn’t have any alcohol but had some Pepsi in the fridge. I threw a few cubes of ice into a couple glasses and top them up with the Pepsi. Walking back to the living room, I handed her one glass.

“You live alone?” She asked. I started nodding yes, but before I could actually answer, started speaking again, “I could never live alone you know. I have always lived with my friends. Did I tell you I grew up in a boarding college? We were all girls there. Even the teachers and other staff were women. Daddy was the first man I ever saw and you are the first boy,” she said smiling.

“I am 21 you know. Not exactly a boy.”

“Yeah ok. I am 18, not exactly a girl ha ha ha.” She bounced off the couch and waltzed over to where I was sitting and extended her hand, “friends?” she asked. My eyes were transfixed on her navel that was right in front of my face and I ached to unbutton her pants and rip her top off. As I looked up at her, I started into her massive boobs that seemed to be inviting me to enjoy them.

Instead, I extended my hand and shook hers, “friends!” I said.


She spent six torturous hours with me that day. We went out together to get lunch and spent the rest of the time talking — well, for the most part, she did the talking. She finally left around 6 pm, saying Daddy will be home soon and won’t like it if she wasn’t at home.

We spent the day together after her ‘daddy’ left for work and over the following days and weeks, I learned that this was just her personality. She was innocent and, while she was curious about guys because she had never met any guy before, her interest was more of curiosity than sexual. She treated me and almost everyone else like her friends from boarding college or other women she had been around. She’d never been exposed to the Internet or any kind of sexual education. As weird as it may seem, she didn’t seem to realize that men and women were different at all.

I learned that her boarding college only went till the 12th grade and so her daddy had brought her here to get her admitted in a college. He was looking for a girl’s college, though she said she would prefer co-ed. “But daddy thinks all boys are bad and will hurt me,” she said, “so I don’t have a choice,” she said shrugging, making her gorgeous boobs jiggle in her top.

She always wore clothes that seemed a few sizes too small, highlighting her dick-raising figure and making her body seem to want to burst out of her clothes. One day, I asked her, “how old are your clothes?”

“Oh, they’re new, you like them?” she said.

“You look stunning in everything you wear,” I said, “but I was wondering if maybe they were a little small for you.”

“You think I am fat?” she asked, seemingly offended, but before I could reply, she slapped me on my thigh and continued, “Daddy got them for me when he came to pick me up from boarding college. You know my mummy passed away last year and when Daddy checked on me, he realized all my clothes at the boarding college were at least three years old. He made me give him my sizes and got them for me.”

“What do you mean made you give him your sizes.”

“You know…I measured myself like he told me to. It was on a skype video call. He told me to get a measuring tape and measure myself after taking all my clothes off.”

“He asked you to strip naked on a video call?”

“Yes,” she said not getting it, “he’s my Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said shaking my head. He was her mom’s second husband, not her father. Chances are, he had the hots for Mala and deliberately got her undersized clothes. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t jerk himself off over his step-daughter and it was just a matter of time before he actually made a move and either seduced her or abused her.


How can a girl be that innocent I wondered, but evidently Mala was. That night, I masturbated three times thinking of her ‘daddy’ jerking himself off while he made her strip naked on a video call and measure her body. I wondered if he asked her to measure her nipples and pussy or if he made her adjust the tape this way and that so he got a good look at her naked body. I wondered if he had recorded her naked video. I wondered what she would be like in bed and how I could seduce her. She just didn’t seem sexually aware or interested.

She had been extremely excited about my accomplishments in college sports and was very interested in my advertising job.

“Hey, I can’t come over today,” she said when she called me that day. This was the first day since she had moved in two months ago that she hadn’t come over after her step-dad went to work.

“Why? All ok?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “there are some deliveries expected today and if I come over, they won’t be able to deliver and Daddy won’t like that. He will know I haven’t been staying home when he goes to work. But you can come over if you want to.” So I went over to her place for the first time that day.

When I finally rang the door bell and Mala opened the door, my jaw dropped.


She had no top on — just a black lacy, almost see-through bra and extremely short shorts that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks as she turned and walked away after opening the door for me. Realizing that the door hadn’t shut yet, she turned and looked at me.

“What?” she asked, “not planning to come in?”

How I’d love to ‘cum in’ you I thought, but gulped down and struggled to keep my erection in check as I stepped in and shut the door behind me.

“Daddly looks at me like that as if he is making sure all my body parts are in place and I didn’t lose them somewhere while he was at work,” she said laughing.

“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” I asked.

“Are you crazy? It’s so hot. I but these on just because you were coming. I’d prefer to take even these off. You can take your clothes off too if you like.”

I’d have loved to take her clothes off and enjoy her but wasn’t sure how this innocent girl would react if I made a move on her. Seeing my expression of shock, she said, “it’s ok, you don’t have to.”

“You dress like this when Daddy is at home?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she said, “but I don’t like bras and panties. I never wore them at the boarding college and they make me feel tied down. So I just wear my nightie in the evenings most days when daddy is at home. It’s nice and thin and small, like I am not wearing anything…which is perfect in this heat till we get the air-conditioning installed.”

Surely, her ‘daddy’ had every intention of taking her. Why else would he give her tiny, ‘see-through’ lingerie? I mustered up all my courage and said, “if you don’t like wearing bras and panties and would like to change into one of your nighties, you can.”

“Ok,” she said, “make yourself at home. Be right back,” she said and headed towards her bedroom. She stepped out a few minutes later wearing a lingerie so sheer and so small that it hid absolutely nothing. I had a raging hard-on and wanted to fuck this beauty. She plonked next to me on the couch.

“You look so sexy Mala,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Sexy?” she said, questioning.

“Don’t you know anything about sex at all? It’s what guys and girls who like each other do you know?”

“You mean like Daddy and me?”

“No, not Daddy and you. Daddy and your mom would have had sex. You don’t have sex with your daughter. You don’t give them sexy clothes to wear. You don’t give them nighties that are as good as your daughter being naked.”

“But it’s comfortable.”

“Maybe, but any man who sees you like this will want to have sex with you.”

“You do?”

“Oh heck yeah!” I said.

“Is it bad?”

“Not if you have it with someone you like. But not your father or daughter.”

“So, it is not bad if you and I have sex?”

“No it can be beautiful with the right partner.”

“I don’t know anything about it,” she said dismissively waving her hand.

“I can show you if you want to know.”


As much as I wanted to fuck her, we didn’t end up doing it that day. She was curious, but also scared. I didn’t want to push her so much that she pushes me away, shutting the doors on me ever getting lucky in future.

However, I had managed to get her worried about her step-father. I told her to watch out for his erection. When I realized she had no idea what I was talking about, I offered to show her. When she nodded tentatively, I pulled my tracks and underwear down, letting her see my hard-on. Her eyes widened when she saw my pole, ramrod erect, pointing at her.

“If a man wants to have sex with you, it is up like this but otherwise it is pointing downwards.” She reached out and touched me tentatively. “I know it’s so different from what you have down there.” She nodded. My cock was throbbing at her touch and she ran her fingers up and down it, feeling it throb. “I would like to touch you too, if you don’t mind.” I said.

She was transfixed on my erection and casually spread her legs. I caressed the inside of her thighs before inching up to her pussy. She was hairy and warm. I ran a couple fingers up and down her opening. Involuntarily Mala’s eyes closed and she moaned.

“You like this?” she nodded. “Women interested in sex often shave down there.”

“Would you like it if I shaved?”

“Yes. It will make it easier to kiss you there.”

“Kiss me there?”

“Yes, you can kiss what you are holding in your hand, if you let me kiss you between your legs.”

She was contemplating this when the doorbell rang. At my insistence, she changed into more presentable attire — a top and camouflage leggings. I had to hide in the kitchen as she let the air-conditioning guys in so they didn’t tell her daddy there was another guy with her in the house. I sneaked out once the workers went into the bedroom to fit the air-conditioner.

I had aching balls by the time I got home and had to relieve myself, thinking of what might have been if she had let me ‘teach’ her everything I knew about sex. But it wasn’t to be…yet.


Mala sounded worried when she called me the next morning and asked me if I would come over. Of course I rushed over to find her in a spaghetti-strap tank top, that was, as usual, a few sizes too small for her endowed breasts that were straining to pop out of it. Her nipples poked against the flimsy fabric making me want to reach out and touch them before ripping her top off and sucking on one after the other.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as she shut and locked the door behind me and followed me to the couch.

“I am not sure. Maybe nothing.” she said, twirling a lock of her hair in her fingers. “Remember yesterday you were talking about how father should not want to have sex with his daughter? Can you explain why?”

I had to take her from the basics — about how sex between the male and female of any animal species was historically meant for reproduction. I had to explain what constituted incest and why it was genetically bad and how it was socially improper even though animals often committed incest. I ended by saying that even though he is not your biological father and it won’t be biological incest, it’s still socially wrong because you see him as your father, not your lover.

“But why are you asking this?” I asked finally, “Did something happen?”

After the air-conditioning installation was done and the workers left, Mala had changed back into the lingerie she had worn when I was there. As she sat there thinking about our conversation, she decided she had wanted to experience kissing a man, wanted to kiss my shaft and in exchange wanted to offer me to kiss her between her legs. And since I had said it made kissing easier, she had shaved her pussy.

“When Daddy got home in the evening, he noticed that there was no hair showing under my nightie and I saw his thing go up inside his shorts creating like a triangle. You had told me what that meant and that it was wrong, so I was worried,” she said.

“Before he goes to bed, he always checks on me and kisses me goodnight. When he kissed me last night, his lips stayed on mine much longer than they usually stay. He opened his mouth and his tongue licked my lips and at the same time, he reached between my legs and touched me the way you had touched me yesterday. Worried, I pushed his hand away and, very reluctantly he left. I found it hard to sleep and after a while I heard him moaning. When I went to check on him, he was rubbing it hard up and down. I didn’t know what that meant and returned to my bedroom.” she concluded.

I told her that, as beautiful and sexy as she was, it was inevitable that eventually, he would try to have sex with her. Either seduce her or force her. I told her that she could call me anytime, day or night, if he tried to force himself on her. And I said that if she knew the signs, she would know if and when he made a move.

“We can take it one step at a time,” I said, “if you feel uncomfortable at any stage and want to stop, I will stop.”

“But if I didn’t stop you, you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes,” I said honestly.

“And then I will have babies?”

“Not necessarily. It’s not like every time you have sex you make babies.” I said, “besides, there is such a thing called a condom that protects against babies and there are pills a woman can take if she doesn’t want the man to use a condom. There are precautions that can be taken.”


The realization that it was going to happen today gave me a raging erection. We decided to re-enact last night so I could show her what to watch out for and she led me to her bedroom.

She got in bed as if she was getting ready to sleep and I climbed in after her on my knees as if I was her dad kissing her good night. Bending down, I kissed her lips. As our lips met, she grabbed my hand and placed it on a breast.

“He does that?” I asked shocked.

She nodded, “Squeeze,” she said, “I thought that was his way of hugging me since i was already in bed.”

I squeezed and caressed her boob and placed my lips back on hers. Opening my mouth, I licked her closed lips, trying to pry them open. Instinctively, my fingers pinched her nipple and her lips parted when she gasped. My tongue entered her mouth and I found her tongue. Caressing her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples I kissed her passionately. She was a quick study and somewhere her body would have started responding instinctively as she responded to my kisses and started kissing me back and moaning into the kiss.

After a while, I spread her legs and caressed her milky thighs, inching up to her shaved pussy. As I caressed her opening with two fingers, I felt moisture. Breaking the kiss, I asked her if she was feeling wetness. She nodded. I told her that happens when the woman wants sex in order to create lubrication when the man’s hardness enters her.

“But yours is so big,” she said, her eyes going wide, “it’s too big for me.”

“No it’s not,” I said smiling at her, “the first time hurts for a minute, but trust me, you will enjoy it.”

As our tongues met again in heated passion, I entered her with two fingers. Instinctively, she reached and took hold of my shaft, starting to stroke it gently as I teased her clitoris with my thumb and slid my index and middle finger into her opening. We enjoyed each others’ bodies for a while till I realized I would cum in her hand if she continued stroking me.

Taking her flimsy nightie off, I marveled at Mala’s naked body. I sucked, licked and bit each nipple hungrily, making Mala moan and groan

Inch by inch, I kissed, licked and sucked her from head to toe, leaving innumerable love bites on parts of her body that wouldn’t be visible through the clothes she wore.

As much as I wanted to bury my shaft in her virgin pussy, I also wanted her first sexual experience to be one of her most memorable and took my time enjoying her body. Every now and then, I would explore her pussy with my fingers. Each time she was more wet than before. In ended the journey across her body with a long hungry kiss with a lot of tongue while kneading both her boobs and pinching each nipple.

Nearly an hour after I had stripped her naked, I decided it was time to eat her. Breaking the kiss, I sat up. Making her get on top of me, I positioned her so her pussy was aligned with my mouth and bent her so she could kiss my shaft.

Getting the idea, she took it in her hand and started kissing it from head to base. Then, as I licked all along her opening, she tried licking up and down my shaft. And as my tongue entered her, she took me in her mouth. She sucked me as I tongue-fucked her, her wetness tasting heavenly. I was so turned on, that I came within minutes, erupting in her mouth.

Once I was spent, I made her lie down on her back and spread her legs. Attacking her pussy hungrily now, I started eating her, gradually increasing my intensity till I was taking turns devouring her, licking and sucking her clit and sliding my tongue in and out of her.

As her moans and groans became louder and louder and she started thrusting her pussy into my mouth, I knew her orgasm was approaching. I slid two fingers into her and started sucking and gently biting on her clit and within moments she erupted, shaking and screaming with pleasure as her orgasm hit.

By now, I was hard again and eager to fuck her virgin pussy. Once her orgasm passed, I positioned my hardness between her legs and started rubbing it against her opening to lubricate it.

“The first time can hurt a little for a minute.” I said, “do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head “No”, her eyes transfixed on my shaft as it rubbed against her opening. Gradually, I started pushing my head into her. It took me well over a minutes of gradually inching into her till I reached resistance from her hymen. The moment of no return was here.

I bent down and kissed her again for a while, my shaft buried as far into her as it could go without rupturing her hymen.

“Ready?” I asked her lovingly, looking into her large eyes. She nodded. And I pushed past the resistance. Mala gasped and shrieked as a searing pain shot through her. I held myself in her, caressing her hair lovingly and kissing her face, waiting for her to recover from the pain. After a minute or two, she opened her eyes, looking at me and smiled — her silent consent to proceed.

I started moving in and out of her slowly at first and gradually picking up the tempo after a few minutes. Mala moaned and groaned as I filled her and thrust into her. She grabbed my back and dug her nails into me, thoroughly enjoying her first fuck.

Before long, I was drilling her hard and deep, my pole slamming her like a piston.

She came again ten minutes later, wriggling and twisting under me as her body shook with her orgasm. I grabbed her wrists and held her in place while I plowed her right through her orgasm and for a further ten minutes before stiffening and exploding inside her virgin pussy, filling her with load after load of my cum.

We collapsed in a tangle after I was spent. We kissed and caressed each others’ bodies till sleep took over and we drifted off to sleep.


When I woke up, she was sucking my limp cock. It didn’t take long for it to get hard again and this time I took her doggy style, creaming her pussy after nearly 30 minutes of hard pounding during which she came one more time.

“WOW!” she gasped when I collapsed by her side in the bed after I was spent.

“Enjoyed it?” I asked, still panting.

Nodding enthusiastically, she added, “I had no idea this could be so much fun.”

“These are just two ways of having sex Mala,” I said kissing her beautiful lips. There’s gentle, passionate and hard sex, and there are so many positions. We would have to do it three-four times everyday for the next month or so before we have tried everything there is to try about sex.

“I want to try everything,” she said, her face flushed, “I don’t care if it takes a year...or more.”


We decided she wanted to start pills because she didn’t want to give up the feeling of my cum gushing into her and that started an erotic period of nearly daily sex with the hottest girl in our locality for a year and a half. We fucked at her place, at my place and one night, when her step-father was out of town on work, we went to the beach and fucked all night long.

At the end of her next academic year her step-father got her admission in a residential college in a different town. Whether it was because he suspected her of having a relationship or because she resisted every sexual advance he made towards her and he was torn between his desire for her body and fear of consequences if he forced her, I don’t know. However, that brought an abrupt end to my erotic experiences with two different but equally insatiable neighbors who lived in the same apartment across the street just from my bedroom.


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Priyanka Pays Her Husband’s Debt

I was no virgin when I got married. I crossed that milestone just days after my 18th birthday — technically that is. My first sexual foray lasted all of 15 minutes in the backseat of a car on my 18th birthday….

• 5 minutes of rough kissing during which my boobs got squeezed and pussy rubbed over my clothes
  
• 3 minutes of frantic undressing till I was naked and he completely dressed
  
• 5 minutes of having both my nipples sucked raw while I pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it
  
• And finally, 2 minutes of sucking of his cock till it exploded all over my face
  

YUCK! was my first reaction. This is sex? But I was determined not to judge it by just one experience and went one step further. It was the elder brother of Mr 15 minute wonder of my birthday. And this time, it lasted all of 30 minutes and I actually enjoyed the first 25. Just as rough and horny as his younger brother, the fact that he was more experienced probably made sure it wasn’t as much of a disappointment. Here’s how that went.

• 5 minutes of gentle, passionate kissing during which my body was pawed and caressed over my clothes. All the gentleness went out the window once my jeans were unzipped and unbuttoned.
  
• 5 minutes of rough and hard kissing during which his hands went from rubbing me over my panties to inside my panties till a couple of his fingers opened me and tried to find their way in. That’s when I stopped him and said, “It’s my first time and I want your other finger in there first.”
  
• That took his lust to a whole new level and he literally ripped my clothes off in a record 1 minute till I was down to my bra and panties.
  
• Where his younger brother had ravaged my nipples for 5 minutes, the older brother devoured them for 10, but during this time, he also caressed my breasts, licked them and made them feel loved while his fingers rubbed my opening gently over my panties. Once the panties came off and he set his eyes on my bushy virgin pussy, all bets were off. He spread my legs wide and ate me wild. As rough as he was, he was skilled too and I came within just 4 minutes.
  
• My first orgasm was the end of my pleasure and start of 5 minutes of pure agony as his lust unleashed the monster in him. He shoved his erection inside me in one hard stroke totally unmindful of the pain I went through as my hymen broke. He took my scream of pain to be that of pleasure and pounded me for all of 5 minutes before he deposited his cum inside me.
  

When he got off the bed 2 minutes later, dressed up and left, I lay naked on the bed, feeling totally used and violated.

I am Priyanka, by the way. Now 24, I hail from a conservative Gujarati family and am married and settled in New Zealand.

If I wasn’t a romantic, my pre-marital sexual experiences would probably have stopped there. But I had this notion of finding Mr Right — in every way, including sexual — and went about my search of him in right earnest. I discovered dicks of various shapes and sizes — from puny 3″ at full mast to respectable 6″. I had been through five partners in three years and none that was even close to being Mr Perfect. Most of them went from day to day waiting for their next chance of fucking me. The underlying feeling with each of them was that I ended up feeling inferior — there for their pleasure, to spread my legs at their will — to be eaten (though rarely), fingered or pounded for a few minutes till they came.

That’s when I met a guy I who thought may be the one. A Punjabi, he wasn’t exactly prince charming, but his 7-inches came the closest to sexual pleasure. At least some of the times, he tried to see me to a happy ending after he was done. He was considerate and I didn’t feel used when I was with him — at least not most of the times. Till the day he took my ass. He showed his true colors that day and left me crying in pain.

All my dreams shattered, I broke up with him and went back to the one who had been least offensive. Over the next year, he fucked me just 18 times (an average of 1.5 times a month) and I took that as an indicator of him not being horny and gave him extra points for it.

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After marriage, we moved to New Zealand and I was looking forward to my romantic and sexual dreams coming true — away from prying eyes and ears of the typical Indian household back home.

While he was super sweet and nice, he just didn’t have the sexual drive I had hoped he would have. While the first month wasn’t bad, it soon settled into a weekly-once rhythm of Saturday night sex, like it was a ritual or something.

Soon, friction between grew and we fought more frequently than we made love. When I cried on one of the calls with mom she got worried and asked me what was wrong. Without getting into the details, I told her about our frequent fights. “Try for a baby,” was her solution. “Once you have a baby, everything will be alright.” Seriously?!? I was appalled. Here I wasn’t sure my marriage would last the year and my family was suggesting I make it that much harder to walk away from? What was wrong with them?

As our fights increased in frequency, he seemed to spend lesser and lesser time at home. I would have suspected him of having an affair if he hadn’t seemed to stressed out all the time. Knowing his libido and appetite, it was highly unlikely anyone would want him for his ability to perform in bed. Nor was he a rich guy with deep pockets for a gold-digger to fancy him. It was either the marriage or — as he claimed — the stress of work that was eating at him. At least, that’s what I thought till a thug showed up at home one day.

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My husband had left for office and after cleaning up the breakfast table and washing the dishes, I got in the shower. As dry as our marriage had become, masturbating in the shower had become my routine. I had been pleasuring myself for close to ten minutes and starting to feel my body respond when I heard the doorbell. “FUCK! what timing.” I thought angrily.

As the person at the door kept ringing the doorbell and knocking, I toweled myself dry in a hurry, threw on a sleeveless spaghetti-strap dress that was lying on the bed and hurried to answer the door.

The man at the door was so tall that, even though he was standing three steps down, I had to look up. He was wearing a tight grey tee-shirt that looked to be two sizes too short for him. His arms were as thick as my thighs at their highest point and his chiseled torso stretched his shirt almost to ripping point.

When I told him that my husband wasn’t at home, he said he was a collection agent. Worried and wanting to be as polite as possible, I invited him in and offered him some water. Over the next few minutes, the earth seemed to shift from under my feet.

I learned that the ‘late hours’ my husband had been spending at work were actually being spent at an illegal casino, run by some of the most ruthless criminals who was in the news at least once a month for one horrible reason or the other. Over the past few months, my husband had run up a gambling debt that I realized was the real cause of his growing anxiety and stress. Having missed his payments the last three times, this thug had been sent with instructions to “get a few fingers if he couldn’t get the cash out of my husband.”

I started sobbing uncontrollably — what had he got us into???

“Ma’am please,” he said in the most gentle of tones, “don’t cry. I am not here to hurt you.” As menacing a creature as he was, he had been most polite and gentle talking to me. And yet, sheer terror shook me to my bones as I had a meltdown. Trained to strong-arm defaulting men, he was all at sea dealing with the man’s crying wife and looked increasingly uncomfortable. When his spoken reassurances hadn’t worked, he moved to the edge of the couch and raised his arms in surrender trying to pacify me. When that didn’t work, he got off the couch and headed towards the door to make a hasty retreat.

He just couldn’t leave a woman crying and stopped by the door. After hesitating there for a few moments, he retraced his steps and sat next to me on the couch. Putting his giant arms around my shoulders, he “hush….hush…hush….” in the most soothing and gentle ways, trying to get me to calm down. My mind just wasn’t there and I just let him hold me and cried my heart out on his wall of a chest.

I am not sure what caused it — was it my high state of arousal in the shower crashing into pure terror so quickly? Was it the fact that I had forgotten to put on my bra and panties in the hurry to answer to door and just realized how naked I was under the flimsy dress? Was it his masculinity engulfing me in the embrace? Was it the amazement at the gentleness coming from someone so obviously rough? Was it the sexual drought of close to three weeks… or a combination of factors, I don’t know, but I felt myself go wet and my nipples harden and strain the thin fabric of the dress.

I don’t know if it was the next few seconds, minutes or what — it’s a blank blur in my mind — but the next thing I remember is that I was kissing the beast hungrily, my tongue deep in his mouth, embracing his tongue. My hand had guided his between my legs and he was caressing my moist opening gently. His free hand slid the spaghetti strap of my dress off my shoulder. He proceeded to kiss and lick me all along my neck and bare shoulder, while he slid the strap off my other shoulder as well.

Before long, his lips and tongue were pleasuring the top of my breasts and inching down the valley between them. He guided my dress lower and lower till he freed my breasts from its confines.

Meanwhile, my hand had unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees and was caressing his manhood over his underwear.

I moaned in pleasure as he took one hard nipple in his mouth and pulled his underwear down. As his fingers pinched my free nipple, I reached for his cock.

It couldn’t be! He seemed to be so wide that, as I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers could touch my thumb. As I started stroking him, he seemed to go on and on. As he sucked one nipple followed by the other, caressing the free breast and nipple, he was sending electric shock waves through my body. As much as I was enjoying him enjoying me, I was aching to see his member. It seemed to be impossibly large.

After what seemed like an eternity, he decided to move on past my breasts and let me go. This was my chance.

Getting on my knees, I gasped at the size of his enormous cock, which was barely stirring and not even fully erect.

I kissed him from the base of his pole to the tip before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I licked all around his head with my tongue while my hand started stroking him. As I stroked and sucked him, he started going harder and swelled up to nearly twice the already enormous size he had been when I first lay eyes on his member. A part of my brain screamed — he won’t fit in you, while the other ached to feel him spear me.

Once his pillar of manhood was fully erect, he made me stop and stand up. Letting me dress fall to the floor, he effortlessly picked up my stark naked body and carried me back to the couch.

Lifting my legs high over his shoulders, he buried his face between them, taking my dripping wet pussy in his mouth.

He ate me like I’d never been eaten before. Every nerve ending in my body was firing and it wasn’t long before my first orgasm hit me like a tsunami. I know I squirted and expected him to let go, but he ate me with even more gusto, devouring my nectar as if he had been hungry for days.

Just as my first orgasm seemed to be passing, I was hit by a second and then a third. I felt like I would die of pure pleasure. He seemed insatiable as he continued devouring my pussy like it was the most enjoyable experience for him. I don’t know for how long he ate me, but it seemed like moments and hours at the same time.

“Ma’am, you’re simply delicious,” he said when he finally let go of my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I gasped between pants. As exhausted as I was, I wanted him inside me.

In reply, he moved up and kissed me while rubbing his shaft against my dripping wet pussy to lubricate it. After a few moments, he pressed the head of his member against my opening and started pushing his way in. He was impossibly large and I knew there was no way all of him could fit inside me. He pulled back before pushing a little more into me. I watched mesmerized as he buried a little more of his hardness inside me with every push. It took well over two minutes before I felt him inside me, touching places I didn’t even know existed in me. And yet, he was only three-fourths of the way in.

I was stretched to my limit and he seemed determined to get all of him in me as he kept inching his way deeper and deeper. Once he was all the way in me, he stopped. Buried to the hilt inside me, he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I couldn’t help but respond to this perfect specimen of masculinity that could break me like a twig, but was being as gentle as if I was the most delicate feather.

As he started moving in and out of me slowly, he took turns sucking each of my nipples.

I was gasping, moaning and groaning in pleasure with every movement of his.

His shaft was pleasuring me in ways I didn’t even know I could be pleasured in.

He started increasing his tempo gradually as he moved in and out of me. I came all around his shaft within a few minutes.

Encouraged by my orgasm, he started moving even faster, almost pulling all the way out, before thrusting all the way in.

He seemed to have inhuman endurance and stamina as he kept fucking me relentlessly. He fucked me for an impossible 30 minutes, making me orgasm two more times. I felt it coming when his cock started pulsating inside me.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh……” he bellowed, arched his back and exploded. I felt his warm cum flood deep within me. Spurt after spurt kept exploding out of him like an angry volcano, filling me to the brim. He kept pounding me for close to a minute after he was fully spent, before collapsing on top of me.

“WOW! You’re incredible,” I said, kissing him in gratitude for having ended my sexual drought in such a spectacular way.

“Ma’am,” he said between pants, still breathing hard, “You are both the most beautiful and the tightest woman I have ever fucked.”

We just lay there kissing and caressing each other for a while. I felt his cock start to stir again in my hand as I caressed it lovingly. Surprised, I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Already?” I asked, amazed at how quickly he was starting to go hard again.

“Ma’am,” he said kissing me, “you know I can’t do anything about the gambling debt right? I am just a collection agent. This doesn’t get your husband off the hook.”

“Oh fuck the debt,” I said, “This is the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. I want you to fuck me all day if you want to, no strings attached.”

He took me four more times through the day. By the time he left, my body was sore all over and I could barely walk. But I was the happiest, most content woman in the world.

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I took a long shower before getting ready by the time my husband arrived home from work. We had a show down and he confessed about his gambling addiction. As he broke down with his face in his hands, I felt just pity for him — no anger, no animosity, no hatred. Just pity for the miserable excuse for a man that I had married.

“He said he will be back tomorrow, and would keep coming back till he finally got you,” I said handing my husband the card he had left with me. “He also said that, if you want all your body parts intact, you would do the smart thing — go there and pay off your debts.”

“They will kill me,” he whimpered, shaking his head.

“No they won’t.” I said, “they want their money back. Killing you won’t help. They may beat you up as a warning, but they won’t kill you.” My voice was stone cold as I said this, and he looked at me, a mixture of fear and pleading in his pathetic eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t…” he kept mumbling, his head back in his hands as he sobbed.

“Ok,” I said, “I will take care of it.”

“How?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “maybe dad will help, maybe I will sell some of my jewelry.” I held up my hand as he tried to speak and protest, “let me complete. But once this is taken care of, we are done. You are going to sign an unconditional divorce… deal?”

After trying to talk me out of the ultimatum for while, he realized that my mind was made up and gave in, agreeing to my terms.

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The collection agent had returned at 10 am, two days later as promised, about half an hour after my husband left for office.

After I let him in, I had led him straight to the shower. Burning with hunger and passion, we had undressed each other hurriedly, while kissing and caressing each others’ bodies. Once naked, we had stepped into the shower together.

Lifting me up as easily as if I was a plastic toy, he turned me around upside down. With my legs over his shoulders, he buried his tongue in me.

Reaching for his partially erect member, I started sucking and stroking him. His mouth and the warm water from the shower attacking my tender pussy simultaneously had me cumming within minutes.

Like the previous day, he ate me right through my orgasm and continued eating me, devouring my honey as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in life. I came one more time before he was fully erect and ready to take me.

Also like the previous day, he took his time penetrating me fully. And like the previous day, he fucked me for close to thirty minutes, through two more earth-shattering orgasms before unloading his seed inside me.

Unlike the previous day though, he didn’t need a break today, he carried me naked out of the shower and tossed me on the bed and mounted me doggy-style. Nearly half an hour later, I had taken his second load inside me.

We took a break then, wrapped around each other in a naked tangle.

“Let me fix us something to eat,” I said finally, reaching for my bra and panties that had been scattered on the bed before we headed to the shower.

“No,” he said, grabbing my hand and whisking my underwear out of it, “cook if you want to, but you aren’t wearing any clothes yet.”

I protested and tried to take them back from him, but he would have nothing of it.

“Fine, have it your way,” I said finally. Getting off the bed, I headed to the kitchen stark naked. I could feel his cum leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thighs and smiled at how my husband’s stupid gambling addiction had turned my sex life around in the most spectacular way imaginable.

“Let’s see what cums first — food or me,” he said grabbing me from behind.

He took me doggy style on the kitchen counter. By the time he came in me, the food I had been trying to cook was burned to a crisp.

Laughing, he grabbed his cell phone that he had set down on the dining table when he walked into the kitchen and ordered some food to be delivered. We have an hour, he said with a twinkle and fucked me again on the living room floor while waiting for the food to arrive. He had just cum when the door bell rang. He pulled out, his cock still dripping cum and rushed to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around him, he answered the rood and received the food.

If he wasn’t so massive or if the delivery boy was tall enough to look over his shoulder, he would have been able to see straight at my cum-stuffed pussy, as I lay naked just a few feet away, my legs spread wide.

“So tell me about these guys,” I said. It was 3:30 pm now and we had just finished eating — naked.

He told me they were three brothers. The third generation of the local gang and utterly ruthless. He had started as a bouncer at their casino a few years ago and had worked his way up to the position of a collection agent.

“Yours was my first assignment, believe it or not,” he concluded.

“So, you think they would harm me if I gave them the money?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” he said wiping his lips as he gulped down the last of his food, “violence is usually used only to give a message and maintain their dominance. But where did you get the money? I checked — as I am expected to — neither of your banks had that kind of money till yesterday.

“I sold some of my jewelry,” I said.

“I am sorry,”

“I am not,” I replied smiling and patting his hand, “If he hadn’t messed up, I would have missed out on the best sex of my life,”

“You’re turning me on now,” he said getting off the chair and reaching for her. We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed and he left an hour before my husband was due to return from work.

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The following day, my husband left for work at 9 am as usual and I headed out to the casino soon thereafter. I had put the cash I had got by selling my jewelry into a few shopping bags.

At the entrance, I told the bouncer — another giant of a man — that I was here to pay my husband’s debt and he led me up a winding staircase and then through a couple rooms to a back room — their den, I assumed.

Bracing myself and taking a deep breath and glanced at my wrist watch — 9:30 am it said, as I opened the door and entered.

The three brothers and their father were sitting on couches around a coffee table, in a serious conversation when I entered.

I tossed the shopping bags in their direction, “here’s your cash,” I said, “leave my husband alone.”

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“You can take those bags too,” the father said zipping his pants and winking at me, “consider the debt paid in full.”

“And you can use the facilities for free anytime you want,” the oldest son added, still wiping his limp cock, “in exchange for a night with us afterwards.”

After tossing the cash towards them and asking them to leave my husband alone, I had proceeded to strip naked while they gaped with naked lust in their eyes, “or you can take me instead to your heart’s content, as long as I am home by 7 pm, before my husband returns from work.”

For the next 9 hours, father and sons had enjoyed me individually and together. At one time, I had a cock in my pussy, one in my ass, one in my mouth and one in my hand. I had lost count of the number of loads I had taken. By the time each one of them was done cumming, the first was ready to go again. While they took breaks, I got none. They fucked me mercilessly and I enjoyed every moment of it, screaming with joy as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body.

They had kept my underwear as a memoir of the most erotic debt repayment they had ever got. As I headed for the door, the father added, “Your husband is welcome here anytime he wants to.” They had called their driver some time back and asked him to be ready at 6:45 to drive me back home.

“I will have to reconsider the divorce,” I thought as I settled in the car and the driver pulled out of the parking lot, “maybe this is not such a bad deal after all.”




THE END

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