Erotic Stories - Each Post is a Story.

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This thread will contain all my erotic stories till date. These are non-illustrated versions of the stories I have published on my site.

I take requests and here are rules for requesting a story:
1. The story will be published on my site first, in addition to being published here.
2. No celebrity stories please. There are enough writers who write about celebrities.
3. No fakes or faceless women. Request a story if you can share at least 15-20 pictures of the woman with a clear face.
4. Nudes, semi-nudes and revealing pics are welcome, but optional. 
5. I reserve the right to reject a request if I feel the pictures aren't high quality or the woman doesn't turn me on.
6. I can't write on demand. I have a day job and this is a hobby I pursue whenever time permits.
7. I have over 35 requests and my own stories in the works. Don't ask about prioritizing your story. I won't do it.
8. Don't ask about the story status. I don't know when I will be able to write so have no way of knowing or telling you when your story will be done.

Still interested in requesting a story about yourself or someone you know? PM me.

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My stories index 
(a few of these are separate threads published earlier)

1. Sexy doctor’s special treatment
2. An erotic nursing interview
3. Hiral Learns to ride
4. Koli women fight a financial crisis (3-part story)
5. Becky's two part story
6. Virginity Lost (fictionalized account of a real life incident)
7. Mistaken identity... or was it?
8. Candice Crush Saga
9. Bahu Ya Rahel?
10. Cheating Wife Neetu
11. Changing Kandy's Perception (part 1 of a 4-part series)
12. Annalicious (part 2 of a 4-part series)
13. Daisy - A blooming flower (part 3 of a 4-part series)
14. Neighbors with Benefits (part 4 of a 4-part series)
15. Friend's Girlfriend Seduced
16. Insatiable Aishwarya's Sexual Journey
17. Take it easy Urvashi...Didi
18. Freeing my friend's ex-wife
19. The Naked Truth
20. Scratching Babitha's Itch
21. A Prank Gone Too Far
22. Reunion With Urvashi Didi
23. Priyanka Pays Her Husband's Gambling Debt
24. My Neighbor's Battered Wife
25. My Neighbor's Innocent Daughter Mala
26. My Friend's Wife...My Valentine
27. Overcoming nightmares
28. Reeti's Ambition

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Story 1: 
Sexy doctor’s special treatment

“I don’t know what to do,” my friend said, visibly shaken and distraught, “he’s my brother yaar, I feel disgusted.”

The only time I had met his brother was at his wedding with the most stunningly beautiful doctor I had ever seen. Lucky guy! I had thought back then. So, this revelation about his brother having an extra-marital affair had come as a complete shock.

One of the pictures my friend showed me left no room for a benefit of the doubt. His brother’s expression of ecstasy while his cock was being sucked by a completely naked woman was rather self-explanatory. There were others too with his cock immersed inside some part the woman’s body or the other, not to mention a 3-hour video that would shame most porn flicks — starring my friend’s brother. I couldn’t understand why a guy with a wife as hot as his, needed to stray outside the marriage.

“Did you confront your brother about this? And who the hell managed to get these pictures and video?” I asked my friend.

“I don’t know the answer to your second question, but I found these in his suitcase today. I am traveling out of town tonight, and I needed a suitcase. Since my brother is already on a work trip, I figured I could use one of his spare suitcases and found these in them.” He said. “Yes I called him about these pictures. He said, as a surgeon Bhabhi has no time for him when he is in town. Between her crazy schedule and his work, they hadn’t slept together for months and when his secretary offered him rosy openings, he slipped.”

I didn’t know what to say to my friend. It was such stunning news.

“I have to go out of town,” he continued, “and I don’t know what to do. If I tell Bhabhi now, she will be shattered and I don’t know if I can wait two weeks till I get back from my work trip.”

“Leave it to me,” I said.

“She doesn’t even know you” he seemed unsure.

“Don’t worry about that,” I assured him, “I will take care of it. You go on your trip in peace.



While I had met my friend’s husband just once before, his wife was another matter. She and I had become rather close friends over the past few months. Both knew there was a sexual tension between us, yet both were respecting the dignity of her marriage. And now, my friend had handed me the path into her panties.

My second time seeing the beauty was when I had sprained an ankle at work. My friend has called his sister-in-law who had agreed to see me though she was a general surgeon and not just another doctor. It turned out to be a Grade II sprain. That meant I got to see her every week for the following month. When I saw her at the end of the treatment she refused to take a fee for services rendered, so I asked her to let me get her some tea or coffee at least.

“Ok…but do you mind if we do it after shift?” she asked. I would have agreed to do “it” with her anytime, “I’d rather not go out in these surgical scrubs. I’d really like it to be where I can be casual and have a few moments free from the job stress.”

“Sure,” I said. “What time works for you?”

“Let’s see…. Shift ends at 10 and I would really like a shower. Would 10:30 tonight be too late for you?”

“Not at all,” I replied, smiling, “I will be here then.” There was an overnight cafe a few minutes walk away catering to the hospital staff and caregivers and we decided to go there.

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When I saw her that night, my jaw dropped. She was dressed in a short black top with an insanely drooping neckline over black leggings worn at least three inches below her navel. Watching her walk towards me with a backpack slung over a shoulder that had pulled her teeshirt strap off her shoulder, I didn’t know where I wanted to stare more…the exposed bare shoulder, the valley peeking above her top that had drooped even lower thanks to the top being off one shoulder, the pointy nipples poking against the top (there was obviously no bra), the heavenly deep navel set high on her belly or the hint of her red polka-dotted white panties barely visible through the material of her leggings. The panties won and I just couldn’t tear my eyes off the most delicious looking camel-toe between her legs. 

I was still staring, sitting in a visitor’s chair, mentally undressing and fucking her, when she walked right in front of me, her navel and pussy inches from my face. I was so tempted to grab her and bury my face between her legs.

“Up here dreamer” she said, ending my trance and making me jump with a start. She giggled. “Lost in thought I see…didn’t even notice me.” If only she knew. I was glad I was carrying my laptop bag and it was set on my lap hiding my erection. I made sure it stayed in front of me as I stood up and we started walking towards the cafe.


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Over coffee, we chatted about my upbringing and job as the computer technician at her brother in law’s office, that I had attended her wedding, about her job and its stresses, about my family and the one relationship of the past that had ended with me being dumped for a BMW-driving rich son of an industrialist.

We discovered our shared love for long drives and weekend road trips. We also had the same interest in music and liked similar movies. I learned that the dream wedding wasn’t all perfect because her husband wasn’t into drives or road trips or movies. Also, between his traveling job and her unpredictable hospital scheduled, they hadn’t got to spend much time together since returning from their two-week honeymoon in Mauritious.

“Wow! Mauritious,” I exclaimed. “Beautiful place. I’ve only seen pictures.”

“Me too really,” she said blushing slightly, “besides the airport and what I got to see along the drive to the resort, I only saw the one beach that was right outside our resort, and that too when the husband was sleeping.”

“What!” I was shocked, “must have been disappointing. Was it raining?”

Her blush deepened, “No, the weather was perfect. But he had other ideas and was more interested in playing “indoor games” with me all day and all night.” After a pause, she added shyly, “can’t say I was disappointed, though I hardly got any sleep those two weeks.”


“Oh” I said catching on, my erection swelling at the thought of non-stop two weeks of day-and-night romp in the sack with this silken beauty.

“I don’t believe I just said all that” she added turning beet red and sipping her coffee to hide her face.

We found each other easy to talk to and both were surprised at how much we had opened up to each other, sharing things very few others knew. When she inevitably glanced at her wrist watch, we were surprised at how time had sped past. We had spoken for nearly 3 hours and it was almost 1:30 am.

I offered to walk her home and on the stroll to her place, she confided that it had been rough. Between his long work trips and her schedule at the hospital they hardly even saw each other awake once or twice a month. I was surprised when she said that they had “done it” only thrice in the six months since returning from the honeymoon and she often had to pleasure herself to satisfy her needs. We exchanged phone numbers, email and online chat IDs and before long had reached their house.

It was time to say good night. She leaned in and hugged me. Was I imagining that she pressed her boobs and rubbed them against my chest when she reached up to kiss me on the cheek. If she felt my boner poking her she didn’t let on.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening” she said.

“My pleasure” I replied, “want to do it again?”

“Yes please” she said. I could have sworn I saw her blush in the darkness.

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We met at least a couple times a week and got rather close. I invited her over to my bachelor pad for lunch and after three cancellations because of emergency surgeries, she finally came over.

“Good looking, well mannered and a good cook… I am impressed,” she said licking her lovely fingers.

“Thank you. No other girl seems to be,” I replied, “just my luck that the prettiest and sexiest girl I know is impressed and she happens to be married.” She turned beet red at the pass. I took that as a win because she could have just as easily taken offense.

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Her hard drive gets me hard

One day, I got a call from her sounding rather panicked. Her laptop wasn’t booting and she asked if I would mind taking a look. She didn’t want to take it to a repair center because the laptop contained some sensitive information. 

As always, she was dressed to kill, a gray spaghetti strap top with a drooping neckline worn over a black bra and a white pajama bottom worn so low on her waist that she couldn’t have been wearing any panties underneath. A generous portion of her ass was peeping out the top of her pajama bottom. On the front, the arch of her pelvic bone curving towards her pussy promised blissful concealed pleasures. I could never help getting an erection when I was around her and her revealing clothes invariably gave me aching balls.

After booting up the laptop, it asked for her login. As she bent down to type in her password, I got to enjoy a view of her heavenly breasts. After she typed in the password, the moment she entered, the laptop screen went black and it shut down. We tried it a couple more times with the same result. I said I would have to take it with me to try and fix it. Reluctantly, she agreed, saying again that it contained sensitive data and requested me not to look into the files or data.

It was late into the night by the time I was able to troubleshoot the problem and get the laptop to stay on after logging in. On the desktop was a folder called “Honeymoon Candids”. The pictures in it made me masturbate again and again all night long.

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Doctor treats my erection problem

The next morning, I called her saying the laptop was fixed but I had a medical problem I needed to see her about. She asked me to come over to the hospital.

“Oh God!” she gasped staring at the raging erection in my tracks when I moved the laptop bag away, laying in the hospital bed.

“See my problem?” I said. “It’s embarrassing to even be here like this Bhabhi. It just won’t go down since last night.”

“What caused it?” she asked unable to tear her eyes from my crotch.

“You” I said. When she looked at me puzzled, I added, “After I fixed the laptop last night, in spite of your request, I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at the “wedding candids” album on your desktop.

She went red in the face at the mention of that album. “I couldn’t help the erection I got and had to masturbate to relieve the tension in my groin. But even after I came, the erection just wouldn’t go down. I kept masturbating through the night to your pictures Bhabhi. I came three times and it still won’t go down. I am sorry Bhabhi, but I don’t know what to do.”

 “Let’s take a look,” she said, pulling my tracks down and releasing my rock hard member.

“WOW!” was her first involuntary reaction as my 10″ cock sprang out. “I mean you are HUGE!!!” she said, her voice cracking, “I can see why that can be a problem if you can’t get it down.”

“I know Bhabhi,” I said, “what should I do?”

“Maybe you should try doing it with your girlfriend instead of masturbating.” she suggested, “That may solve the problem.”

“You know I don’t have a girlfriend Bhabhi.” I said, “I couldn’t go to anyone but you to help me.”

“I will see what I can do,” she said taking her lab coat off.

While talking to me about the problem, she had unconsciously taken my erection in her hand and was stroking it. One thing led to another and before long, she was sucking me, caressing my balls and stroking my hardness passionately.

Within minutes, I tensed, grabbed her head and shoved my cock all the way down her throat and came, shooting my load in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow most of it. Once spent, when I pulled out, some of my cum spilled over her top. The erection though didn’t subside at all.

“Maybe you need to get laid for real” she said.

“Bhabhi please” I moaned, “I don’t have a girlfriend and all I have thought about since last night is fucking you.”

“What are you saying!!!!” she said in shock, still stroking my hardness, “I am married.”

“And deprived,” I added, “by your own admission. Bhabhi it’s not like we are having an affair. You are just helping a patient.”

Through the protests and refusal, the examination room door somehow got locked, I found myself kissing her gorgeous lips, tasting my cum on her tongue, caressing her boobs and stroking her pussy over her clothes.

She was burning with desire and when I stripped her naked, she didn’t protest. All she did was was moan with pleasure when I sucked one hard nipple after the other.

Within minutes she was on top of me, guiding my hardness into her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh my GOD, you’re massive” she groaned as I filled her hole completely.

She started riding me on the hospital bed, tentatively and slowly at first. Soon she was bouncing away with her pent up needs rapidly rising to the surface. She came with a shuddering orgasm, shaking violently, my hardness buried deep inside her.

Once her orgasm passed, I laid her on the hospital bed and got on top. 

For the next ten minutes, I drilled her hungry pussy, while she grabbed on to my neck and back, her legs high in the air, giving me unrestricted access. Every thrust into her was making her get closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Yes…yes…yes…oh my GOD YESSSSS!!!!!!” she screamed, shaking violently. I came at the same time, flooding her pussy with my cum. Covered in sweat and panting heavily, we stayed tangled with my member buried inside her. When it didn’t go limp even after five minutes, I started pumping her again.

After fucking her in the same position, I turned her around on her hands and knees and entered her doggie style.

20 minutes later, both of us came again at the same time. I had to fuck her two more times through the afternoon before my cock finally went limp. Along the way, she had cum seven times with earth-shattering orgasms.

As we lay cuddled on the hospital bed, kissing passionately, she said, “we finally got the problem fixed.” I just moaned and kissed her mouth, my tongue playing with hers, my hands caressing her perfect breasts and pinching her nipples lovingly.

“You know, I haven’t cum that many times in a day since our honeymoon.” she said and that statement made her realize what she had just done.

Doctor discovers her husband’s infidelity

“Bhabhi, I need to meet you right now” I said once my friend had left leaving the pictures and the pen drive containing the video of his brother fucking his secretary for three long hours.

Since that day in the hospital, an awkward distance had come between us. We hardly met and our phone calls had become short, awkward and distant.

It must have been the urgency in my voice that told her something was seriously wrong and this wasn’t just me calling her. “What’s the matter?” She asked, concern in her voice, looking at her watch… it was 11:30 pm.

“Bhabhi I am outside your house. I need to see you right now. It can’t wait.”

“Arey….I am in bed in my underwear baba…acha give me 5 minutes to get decent.”

Like always, seeing her quickened my pulse. She’d put on a spaghetti strap sheer while nightie over her black lace bra and panties. The nightie showed more than it concealed and I had an instant erection the moment she opened the door. While my cock had other ideas, I had to bide my time.

I knew her husband was away on a business trip but by way of small talk, we talked about him and how he hadn’t been home all month. Finally, I showed her the pictures and the video, bringing her married life crashing down around her.

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“How long has this been going on?” she asked. After seeing the pictures and watching just a few minutes of the video, she had a meltdown. I held her and let her cry. After a few minutes, she excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she stepped out, she had just a towel wrapped around her dripping wet body, her eyes swollen, sadness written all over her face.

“I don’t know Bhabhi”, I replied, “He told his brother it had just started and blamed your working hours and non-availability for it. But your brother in law thinks that’s a lie. He said the two of them were seeing each other even before the wedding and so he finds it hard to believe what his brother told him.”

“I should have known this long back,” she replied, wiping her tear-filled eyes. “I thought I had cheated on him that day at the hospital and the guilt was killing me. The truth is, he just didn’t seem interested in sex even when we were both home. The few times we did it, he was done in a few minutes and in hindsight, it seems like he was just going through the motions like a formality.”

“What are you going to do Bhabhi?” I asked, concern in my voice.

“I will teach the bastard a lesson” she said after a moment’s silence, steel in her voice. “You better have your erection problem tonight because you are going to fuck me all night.” With that, she turned towards me and kissed me hard. Pulling her towel off, she was all over me, stripping me with an urgency I hadn’t seen till then.

Once I was naked, she smiled wickedly at my erection. Kissing my cock lovingly, she said, “I missed you beautiful.” Looking up at me, she added, “you know, my husband is less than half your size and I still deprived myself of your pillar of love.” She was stroking my erection as she said this and then, she stood up and grabbing me by my shaft, led me to their bedroom.

“Fuck me in his bed and fuck me hard” she commanded. I didn’t need another invitation.

Pushing her on the bed, I pounced on her, slamming my hardness into her and fucking her hard and fast. She had her first orgasm in five minutes and her second in ten. I came along with her third after about 12 minutes of drilling her pussy.

Once my last drop was in her, she got on her hands and knees and said, “Hope you aren’t done yet.” I wasn’t.

She lay me on my back and got on top, her back to me, straddling me and guiding my hardness back into her cum-filled pussy.

She rode me wildly till another violent orgasm shook her. I took over then and pounded her doggie style through another orgasm before shooting my load into her.

My erection was going nowhere, but both of us were exhausted, covered in sweat and panting heavily. But as angry as she was, she wasn’t going to take a break. “I want you to take my anal virginity.” she said panting hard.

“What?” 

“Nobody’s fucked my ass before. Take it. And take it hard.” she commanded.

For the next twenty minutes I slammed her tight virgin ass making her cum and squirt, creaming it twice in succession.

My erection was still showing no signs of subsiding. And I collapsed on her, leaving my hardness buried inside her ass.

She passed out of exhaustion and the number of orgasms she’d had and I let her sleep. Pulling out, I enjoyed her body with my lips, teeth tongue and fingers, caressing, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her.

For close to an hour, I devoured her hard nipples and finger-fucked her though she was asleep. She finally came to when I was eating her hungrily and promptly came in my mouth, squirting heavily through yet another monster orgasm.

Ready for more, she led me to the shower. I fucked her twice in the shower, creaming both her pussy and ass once.

She was impressed that I was still going strong after creaming her so many times and led me back to bed, where we fucked two more times before we both fell asleep. 

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Visiting her in the hospital for hours of fucking had become our daily routine. I couldn’t get enough of her and she enjoyed get fucked repeatedly by me, thanks to my seemingly everlasting erection.

By her own confession, I wasn’t the only guy she fucked anymore. We had been fucking for close to three months now and she had let me know that she had seduced both her brother in law and father in law and neither had a dick or stamina that was a fraction of mine. 

I had just fucked her for three hours straight in the hospital before she fell asleep for about an hour.

“Two more hours” she said waking up, “before I have to get back on my rounds, so make them count.”

THE END

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can u please base one on her?

Nice curves! Would love to fuck her in a future story. Do you have any pics without glasses where her eyes are seen? Any revealing or nude pics? Check your PM.

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Bahu ya rakhel? Fucked by father-in-law

I am Pavani and this is an account of my sexual exploits after marriage.

During the years I spent studying in the US, I had dated many men — white, black, Asian and Indian. My favorites were the blacks with their long and broad dicks that filled my tight teen pussy, their stamina to fuck me for hours making me cum multiple times and their ability to cum again and again unlike the Indian guys who didn’t last more than a couple minutes and couldn’t get it up again after they came.

But coming from a traditional Indian family, I had to marry Rahul at the age of 21, immediately after I completed college.

Rahul was 24 years old and came from a Zamindar family. He was the older son of Rt. Col. Ravindra Thakur, a wealthy, 50 year old battle-hardened army man who had now retired to their ancestral village, inherited the family farm and had grown the family business considerably since his retirement.

His wife, Shalini, had passed away a few years ago, prompting him to take early retirement so he could take care of the family and his kids.

Rahul’s younger brother, Ajay was a 19-year old college student and a state-level weight-lifter.

Rahul and I returned to the US for a few months after our wedding in India for an extended honeymoon when tragedy struck. Rahul was paralyzed waist down after an accident and we decided to return to India to be with family.

My life had gone from being sexually vibrant and fulfilling to completely dry in a matter of months. What made matters worse was that I was living in a house full of men — Rahul’s father and brother were both extremely handsome men. Besides Radha, a 27 year old maid, all the other help — from gardener to employees in the family business were all men of different ages.

I started helping out in domestic work like cooking and laundry. It was a way for me to connect with the only other woman in the house and make a new friend. While doing laundry one day, I noticed cum stains on one of the underwear and wondered whether it was Rahul’s brother’s or father’s.

By then, Radha and I had become good friends and were comfortable discussing sexual topics with each other.

She was amazed at my sexual exploits in the US. One day, she confessed to me that she had lost her virginity to Rahul’s dad, who had forced himself on her 9 years ago, when she was just 18 and had started working at their place. While she had technically been banged, Radha said that Rahul’s dad had actually made passionate love to her, making her cum many times before he took her virginity and pounded her pussy all night long. She didn’t hold any ill-feelings and felt he was a very considerate and gentle lover and she enjoyed being fucked by him.

She also confessed that the only other lover she had known was Ajay, who she said was insatiable and could go on and on for hours and could fuck her many times a day.

So, when I found the cum-stained underwear, I showed it to Radha. Embarrassed and red-faced, she said it was Rahul’s dad’s, who often masturbated and cleaned himself with his underwear when there were others in the house and he couldn’t risk fucking Radha to relieve himself.

All this talk, being surrounded by strapping young men and lots of testosterone but no action was not easy for me to digest and I started fantasizing about the men around me, masturbating to thoughts of being fucked by them to satisfy my sexual needs.

One day, the shower in my bathroom wasn’t working. Rahul’s dad was out in the farm working, so I decided to use his. I didn’t bother locking the shower door knowing he wasn’t home. But using the shower where I knew he stood naked made me horny and I masturbated while showering.

After my shower, I draped myself in one of the sheer white wearable towels I had got from the US. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw my father-in-law with his pants down, rubbing my panties against his hard dick. His back was turned towards me, so he didn’t know I could see him. His cock was easily 9″ long and as wide as many of the black cocks I had experienced before marriage and I knew I had to have him in me.

I was so overcome by lust that I didn’t think of consequences or others in the house. All I could think of was how his cock would feel in me. Involuntarily, my fingers found my pussy and I started rubbing myself, watching him masturbate on my panties.

I must have moaned because he suddenly turned towards me with both shame and lust in his eyes.

“Bahu!” he exclaimed in shock at being caught

I knew I looked sexy in my dripping wet semi-transparent towel that didn’t hide anything and I saw him staring at my body hungrily, his hard cock pointing straight at me. My white lace panties hanging from it.

Both of us stared at each other for a long time, unable to act on the growing sexual hunger each of us was feeling.

The fact that I didn’t scold him or react angrily must have encouraged him, because eventually he walked up to me, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my pussy. Taking my fingers in his mouth, he sucked them, tasting my wetness.

“I am sorry bahu, but you are beautiful” he said.

“It’s ok papaji”, I replied with a fake shyness, hiding my growing lust.

Overcome with desire, he pulled me to him and kissed my lips hard. I opened my mouth and responded with all the pent-up passion and hunger. Our tongues met in a wet hungry kiss and we were kissing noisily and hungrily. His hand cupped my breast and squeezed making me moan.

“Nahin papaji” I protested half-heartedly, breaking the kiss.

“I am sorry beta, but I can’t stop myself now” he said, kissing me again.

His fingers circled my nipple before gently pinching it. With his other hand, he grabbed my butt and thrust his hardness against my groin.

My pussy was gushing with my juices and I couldn’t wait for his hardness to pound me. I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his face as I kissed him hard and deep.

We must have kissed for at least five minutes with his rough hands exploring my body and touching me everywhere. I was exploring his hard body too and soon my hands found his cock. I started stroking him with one hand while I caressed his balls with the other. He groaned and eventually broke the kiss.

Releasing his cock and balls and stood back red-faced. “Sorry papaji, this is wrong” I said, hoping he would ignore my protests.

“No beta, I know after Rahul’s accident, you probably haven’t had a man. It’s ok” he said, justifying his lust for his daughter-in-law to himself.

He made me sit down with his hardness pointed at my face.

“It’s ok beta...” he said again, grabbing my hair and guiding my mouth towards his dick.

I kissed the tip of his dick and ticked it with my tongue. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

“Aaaaah…mooh me lo beta” he groaned.

Taking his shaft in my mouth, I sucked him hungrily, caressing his balls with my hands. My saliva was dripping from his shaft as I sucked him hard. I could feel the veins around his hard shaft against my tongue as I sucked him.

He stopped me after a few minutes, and made me stand up. My saliva still dripping from his dick as I released it and stood up.

“I want you” he said hoarsely, threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me.

“Papaji nahin” I said, while my hands pulled him to me.

He resumed kissing my mouth while taking the towel off one shoulder and exposing one of my breasts.

He licked all over my face, my neck and chest before he licked my exposed pink nipple.

“You are so beautiful, I want to lick you all over” he said.

“Yes, papaji” I moaned.

My nipple was already hard and he pulled on it and released it, making my boob jiggle. He did that a few times before hungrily taking half my boob in his mouth and sucking it. He took the towel off me completely and I lay there on my father-in-law’s bed completely naked, with him on top of me sucking my nipple like a baby. He squeezed the other breast again and again, in rhythm with sucking my nipple.

“Zor se papaji” I groaned in delight with feelings I hadn’t felt for months.

Encouraged, he bit the nipple and sucked it even harder. He took turns sucking each nipple for 5-10 minutes. During this time, his hands caressed and massaged my pussy.

“Yeh galat hai papaji” I was saying, but my hand was guiding his fingers inside my pussy.

“You need this beta and I know you are enjoying it”, he said as he entered me with two fingers and fucked me with his fingers.

“Yes papaji, yes, yes, yes, aur zor se” I said as I felt his fingers take me towards an orgasm.

I was thrusting my hips to the growing tempo of his fingers thrusting hard in and out of my pussy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” I screamed and arched my back as I came with a massive orgasm, soaking his fingers completely with my cum.

He kissed my mouth and kept his fingers in my pussy till my orgasm passed. Then he licked his fingers hungrily, enjoying the taste of my cum.

“Kitni meethi ho beta...” he said after licking my juices off his fingers, “I want to eat your pussy.”

With that, he spread my legs wide and started kissing and licking the inside of my thighs. He licked all around my pussy which was wet with my juices. He bit into the soft flesh around my pussy before running his tongue up and down my opening.

Taking my pussy in his mouth, he bit my pussy wall and sucked it. Pulling it with his lips and releasing it repeatedly.

I grabbed his head and thrust my pussy into his face.

“Don’t tease me papaji, just take me” I groaned.

He slid his tongue inside me while continuing to suck my pussy.

“Oh god…yes...papaji!!!!!!” I screamed.

He fucked my pussy with his tongue going in and out. He sucked on my clit and tickled it with his lips and tongue. I was in heaven and enjoying the passion with which I was being eaten. He ate me hungrily for 15 minutes till I came in his mouth with another shuddering orgasm. He continued to suck and drink my juices till the orgasm passed completely.

He then climbed back on top of me and kissed my mouth.

“You are beautiful and taste just as lovely. I could eat you all day” he said.

“Papaji!” I giggled embarrassed and then added shyly, “you ate me so well, I couldn’t say no to your wishes.”

We kissed passionately again. My hands exploring his body and my nails digging into his hard back as he ate my mouth with as much expertise as he had eaten my pussy.

He was rubbing his hard dick against my pussy, probably unsure for the first time about the morality of actually fucking me. My pussy was being teased with the hardness I wanted in me as he kissed me and caressed my breasts.

Unable to bear the teasing anymore, I guided his dick to my opening.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at me and said, “are you sure beta?”

“haan papaji” I said and pushed his dick into me.

He was gentle at first, slowly sliding his massive hardness into my soft and tight pussy as I was screaming and groaning in pleasure.

Eventually all his hardness was buried deep inside me. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he started moving in and out of me, slowly at first before picking up the tempo.

I expected him to cum quickly but he pounded my pussy for over five minutes faster and faster with each thrust. His hardness was rubbing against my g-spot and I was coming close to another orgasm myself.

Just as I came, he arched his back, thrust all the way into me and screamed as he erupted deep inside me. I felt his seed flow through me, load after load filling me up. He grunted with each thrust as his cock emptied in me. I grabbed his cock hard with my pussy walls, milking it and draining it of every drop of his cum.

I was completely exhausted having cum so many times while he fucked me with an expertise Rahul never had and lay back panting.

He wasn’t done with me though. He continued kissing my neck and breasts while I lay back recovering and panting, his cock still buried inside me. Soon, I felt him start to get hard again in me as he sucked on one nipple after the other hungrily. Before long, he was moving inside me again.

Turning me over, he made me get on my hands and knees and entered me from behind. This time around, there was no gentleness as he thrust his manhood in my pussy hard, thrusting fast and deep. He fucked me doggy-style for a good 10 minutes before making me lay on my side and lifting one leg in the air and pounding me sideways for another 10 minutes.

“Bas papaji, bas” I was gasping in exhaustion.

“Yeh to bas shuruvaat hai beta” he said drilling hard into me.

He lay me back on my back, lifting my legs high in the aid and pounding me from above. I was crying in pleasure and exhaustion as he fucked me like an animal for another 10 minutes before emptying inside me a second time.

He let me rest for half an hour before making me climb on top of him and taking me again. Finally, we showered again together and he fucked me a fourth time in the shower.

I was sore all over and completely used by the time he was done fucking me a fifth time…this time pounding me for close to an hour before he came. Finally spent, he fell asleep on top of me in his bed. With five loads of my father-in-law’s sperm inside me, I dressed on shaky legs and returned to my room, taking a couple pills to make sure I didn’t get pregnant.

He came to my bedroom again that night and fucked me three more times, eating my pussy, sucking my nipples sore and making me cum each time before emptying his seed inside me. I wouldn’t have believed a 50 year old man could fuck me 8 times in a day till that day. The most I had been fucked was four times by one of my black boyfriends. This was both fulfilling and exhausting and I was looking forward to the next time he chose to take me as I finally fell asleep that night.

THE END.

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Cheating Wife Neetu


I am not a cheat, but I have cheated on my husband and continue to do so. I am not a slut, but I have enjoyed my body being thoroughly enjoyed, ravaged and fucked by multiple men. I have lived a double life for years, but now, I know I am in trouble, big, BIG trouble…

My husband and I were college sweethearts. I wanted to save my virginity for our first night, but that was the first of many things where I violated my own morals and values. I seduced him one day, using my body to break his will and making him fuck me.

We were already engaged by then, but the wedding was still a few months away and I didn’t want to wait that long to feel him inside me. Our families had been socializing a lot since our engagement and I seduced him at a resort we visited.



Dressed in a chudidar with a side slit that rose well above my hips, I had teased him all day. I could see him trying to hide his erection. It was no surprise when he came into my room that night. I was ready, already naked in bed.

When he stepped in, I pulled the blanket off, letting him see my naked body. I watched his eyes go wide as they drank in my nakedness and watched the bulge in his tracks. Locking the door, he quickly shed his clothes and got in bed. His tongue exploring every inch of me felt divine. His lips sucking on my nipple while his hands squeezed my other boob sent me in erotic heaven.

Once his mouth found my pussy, I made him go 69. Before taking his hard cock in my mouth, I caressed it and kissed his balls. I licked the tip of his cock before taking it in my mouth and sucking him, caressing his balls all the while. I felt his fingers parting my pussy hair and I nearly came when he kissed my opening. Opening me wide, he slid his tongue inside. My pussy was overflowing and feeling his tongue exploring inside me made me orgasm in his mouth just as he shot his load in my mouth.

We lay together, hugging and kissing each other for an hour or so before he was hard again. I lost my virginity when he entered me. He had unleashed a side of me that I didn’t know existed, making me cum twice while his hardness pounded me. That night he came two more times inside me, and I enjoyed five orgasms.

We never got a chance to be together alone since that night till the night of our wedding. I don’t how he kept his desires in check, but I couldn’t when I allowed myself to be fucked by a friend from his office.



The whole office was in a festive mood about the upcoming wedding of my friend and colleague Praveen. One day, Praveen brought Neetu, his wife to be over to the office. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. A classical Mallu beauty, Neetu had the most disarming dimpled smile imaginable. Perfectly shaped boobs that were neither petit nor oversized and an hourglass figure, Neetu oozed sensuality.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off Neetu. Since that day, she became the subject of my most vivid sexual fantasies. I imagined stripping the red shalwar slowly, kissing her naked skin as I exposed more and more of her. I imagined unhooking her bra while kissing her deep, shoving my tongue in her mouth. I wondered whether her nipples were small or large, brown or pink, hard and pointy or not. I imagined hungrily sucking on them making her moan and beg for more. I wondered what her pussy tasted like, whether she squirted or not, how tight she might be and how it would feel to shove my hardness deep inside her. I and fantasized about fucking her and creaming every hole almost every day till I saw her at the wedding venue on the morning of the wedding.

Neetu looked like a heavenly angel in her white wedding dress and I couldn’t help feel envy at the thought of Preveen fucking her that night. My eyes were glued to her all morning and I had a raging hard-on all the while. Before long, my balls were aching. When Praveen came over to chat up during a break from the wedding ceremonies, all I was thinking of was about the two of them in bed, fucking and I needed to get away to relieve myself. I snuck away to the bathrooms when someone else called Praveen over.



The line outside the ladies bathroom was insane and I needed to go. There was no one around the men’s bathroom. Leaving my gloves on the sink counter, I started pulling my panties down as I raced towards the toilet cubicle — I felt like my bladder was about to burst. But just as I sat on the toilet seat and started peeing, I heard the bathroom door open, followed by footsteps. “Terrible timing” I thought, hoping that whoever it was would go away soon.

I was shocked when I head a knock on the toilet door, “Is that you in there Neetu?” I head someone say.

“Yes” I replied, biting my lip in embarrassment. “The ladies toilet had a long line outside it, and I couldn’t wait.”

“Are these your panties?” he asked, making me grimace.

“Shit!” I thought, I didn’t realize I had dropped my panties outside the toilet in my urgency. The thought of someone holding my panties and possibly touching where they had pressed against my pussy made me blush and I felt slightly aroused at the thought.

“Yes” I replied. I heard a chuckle outside.

“Come get them” he said, making me go red in the face all over again.

As I stepped out of the toilet, I was shocked to see Jose licking and sniffing the inside of my white lace panties, his hands stroking his erection through his pants. I just watched him in shock and felt my juices flow to my pussy.

“You smell delicious” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. I had met Jose just once before, the day I had visited Praveen’s office. Tall, dark and handsome, I had felt a strong sexual pull towards him. I also felt his eyes following me all the time I was there and the thought of this handsome young man lusting for me had turned me on. The memory sent more of my juices gushing to my already soaked pussy.

He walked towards me, pure lust in his eyes and in that moment, I knew what was going to happen next. Deprived of sex from the night Praveen and I had spent fucking, I was burning with desire and wanted to be taken right then. When he reached me and kissed my lips, my lips parted involuntarily, letting his tongue in. I felt his hand lift my dress and run up the inside of my thigh before cupping my pussy.

“You’re wet” he whispered in my ear before nibbling on it as two of his fingers entered me.

“aaaaahhhhhhhh” I groaned. His hand unzipped my dress and unhooked my bra. I felt his hand caressing my back as his fingers drilled me and his mouth ate mine as our tongues tangled in a hungry passionate kiss.



I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw her gloves and panties in the bathroom. I locked the door behind me. The thought of fucking her on her wedding day almost made me cum.

When she didn’t react angrily to me licking her panties, I knew I had her. As we kissed and I undressed her, my fingers buried inside her soaking wet pussy, I felt her hands reach down to unzip my pants. Reaching in, she pulled my hardness out of my underwear and started stroking it.

“You didn’t shave?” I asked as we came up for air after a long, deep kiss. She just shook her head.

“May I shave you?” I asked.

“Do whatever you want” Neetu replied hoarsely, pulling my face back to her and kissing me hard. I thanked my lucky stars for having carried my shaving kit in my waistband that day.

Still kissing, I led her back into the toilet and made her sit on the seat after lifting her dress well over her waist.

As I shaved Neetu’s pussy, I marveled at her pussy. After wiping her clean, I bent down and kissed her opening making her moan. Spreading her legs wide, I opened her and licked her swollen clit. Sliding two fingers back inside her, I ate and finger fucked her till she came with a shudder.



I lasted just two minutes before I came all over Jose’s mouth and fingers. As he licked his fingers, I stared at his naked hardness poking out of his pants. He was longer and wider than Praveen and I wanted him inside me.

As if reading my mind, Jose unbuckled and unzipped his pants, letting them and his underwear fall to the floor.

He led me out of the toilet, to the bathroom sink. Lifting one of my legs, he placed it on the counter. I felt his warm hardness against my ass as he rubbed himself all along my ass crack and then up my pussy opening.

“Don’t tease me” I said, trying to grab his shaft to lead it into my pussy.

“You will have to beg for that” he said, kissing my neck and continuing to rub his shaft all along my pussy and ass crack.

“Please Jose” I begged.

“Please what Neetu?” he replied.

“Please take me….please don’t tease me, put it in…please” I begged.

He thrust his hardness all the way into me. He was too huge for my tight pussy and I screamed as he buried himself in me. Reaching around, he pulled my wedding dress down over my shoulders and slid his hands inside, cupping my breasts.

As his hardness thrust into me, it rubbed against my g-spot and banged against the back of my pussy. With every thrust, he was driving me closer to another orgasm. I came as his fingers found my nipples and pinched them hard, sending me over the edge.

A minute later, Jose stiffened, shoved himself all the way inside me and erupted. I felt his hot sperm flood me. As he put his pants back on, he pocketed my panties winking at me and left the bathroom.

I don’t know what had come over me to have cheated on Praveen on the day of our wedding, but I was so overcome with desire that I was unable to resist Jose. What made it worse was that I had enjoyed how he fucked me. When I found out I was pregnant, I realized I had conceived on the day of my wedding. Whether it was Praveen or Jose who had fathered the baby, I would never know.



“Have you been crying Neetu?” I asked as she opened the door. Praveen had called and requested that I deliver some cash at his house since his work trip had got extended and he wouldn’t be back home for a few more days.

“No” she said turning away, “why would I be crying? I was just cutting onions”

Her eyes were blood shot like she had been crying all night. I hadn’t seen much of Neetu since her wedding day. She had continued to feature in my fantasies and I had masturbated innumerable times with her panties. From Praveen, I had heard of her pregnancy when he brought sweets to the office a month or so after the wedding.

Now close to five months in the pregnancy, her belly had swollen and her breasts seemed to have filled out, though she had lost none of that “fuck me” beauty.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Look it’s none of your business ok?” she replied feigning annoyance.

“Ok, ok…” I said, backing off.

“I am sorry” she said as I turned to leave. “After what happened on the wedding day, you are the worst person for me to be talking about this.”

Over tea, I learned that their sex life had come to a standstill since they had learned of her pregnancy. He loved her, but believed sex wasn’t good for the baby. They hadn’t done in for a few months now and she had been crying at the irony of being the happiest person (because of the pregnancy) and the saddest person at the same time.



I don’t quite remember what happened next. The next thing I remember, we were naked in my bed and Jose was sucking my nipples hungrily, his fingers buried deep inside my pussy, drilling me, sending shock waves of sexual pleasure through my starved body.

With his free hand, he caressed my butt and slid his fingers down my ass crack, finding my butt hole. He probed it with a finger before sliding a finger inside. He had fingers in both my holes and was sucking my tits making my body tingle with pleasures I hadn’t felt in months – and I came, screaming and shaking.

“Oh, please, fuck me Jose” I begged, and he needed no second invitation.

His mouth was kissing me and sucking my tits alternatively as he entered and started moving inside me. His large manhood filled my pussy and I felt him rub against my g-spot and slam against the back of my pussy, bringing back memories of our fuck in the toilet, months ago.

Just as my orgasm subsided, Jose came inside me, flooding me once again with his hot sperm. We lay together in bed, his limp cock still inside me for a long time. His mouth was all over my face, kissing and licking me hungrily till eventually he got hard again. I could feel his cock swell inside my pussy and fill me up. This time he lasted close to 20 minutes and fucked me in both missionary and doggie styles before cumming a second time.

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What were the odds? To be able to fuck the bride on her wedding day and then again score her twice on the same day the very next time I got to see her – and this time, with a sexy, swollen belly. It was hard to believe that I could be so lucky. When Neetu finally fell asleep, completely spent, I called office and said I wouldn’t be coming in because I was sick. I planned to stay on sick leave as long as Praveen was on the work trip.

Unfortunately for me, his return got confirmed just three days later. But those three days we packed with non-stop fucking. Neetu and I couldn’t have enough sex. We did it morning, afternoon, evening and half-way through the night. We did it in the bed, the bathroom, the kitchen, dining room, living room couch and even on the roof. Just looking at her naked body – I refused to let her wear any clothes while I was there – was enough to get me hard.

In spite of being married and carrying a baby, Neetu’s pussy was as tight as it was the day of her wedding. Her appetite for sex matched mine. Our little affair didn’t end with Praveen’s return. We continued to meet for sex at every pretext. Her “shopping trips to the mall” became more and more frequent as did my sick leaves. Whenever Praveen left town on work, it just meant days and nights of repeated fucking.

My dream life lasted as long as her pregnancy. With the baby born, sex between Neetu and Praveen resumed. Praveen hardly went on tours anymore, choosing to spend time with the new born baby, and our encounters petered away.



Not only had I cheated on my husband just before the wedding, I had cheated on him with the same man again throughout my pregnancy. As caring a lover as Praveen was, I was getting addicted to Jose’s stamina and ability to fuck me 4-5 times a day, making me cum over and over while he drilled my pussy.

A part of me was in heaven while the other half was ridden by guilt. Now, almost two years since my daughter was born, I hadn’t been able to get away for the stolen romps in the bed with Jose. While parenting and being a wife took up most of my time, the nights often stretched with longing for a good fuck.

Not that Praveen wasn’t a skilled lover. He was. Sensitive and caring, he always put me first. Still, he couldn’t match Jose either in stamina or endurance. Nor was his cock as large or as long. And finally, Praveen could never do it more than once.

There was a conference overseas that Praveen absolutely had to attend. The original plan was for all of us to travel – it would be our second honeymoon he promised. However, our daughter fell ill just days before the trip and the two of us chose to stay back and Praveen had to travel alone.

I was on the phone with Jose minutes after Praveen left on the trip, making plans to meet up at our house that evening.

“Can we try some role playing?” I asked him when I returned to the living room after putting our daughter to sleep. We have a month, and I want each day to be different. Of course Jose was all for the idea.

That night he banged me six times at my request. Ripping and tearing my clothes and pounding me mercilessly, he ravaged my body like a hungry bull over and over.

The next day, we went bondage. I tied him up the first time we fucked and then he tied me up and fucked me in both the pussy and my butt. He would spend hours sucking the milk out of my still lactating breasts and eating my pussy, making me cum over and over again.

On day three, we went shopping for our role playing. After we got back home, Jose fucked me as a doctor taking his nurse, a teacher taking his student, I played a lady security officerman seducing an inmate. He played the customs officer giving me cavity search before conquering my body.

On day four, we decided to take a break from role playing and spent the day in bed, old fashioned mating, with Jose filling my pussy again and again with load after load from his hungry, insatiable cock. After cumming in me the seventh time, he was finally totally spent and collapsed next to me.

“I wonder if it’s ever possible for a man to fuck a woman again and again, non-stop, throughout the day and then again through the night. Say, 10-15 times.” I wondered aloud, panting, my pussy completely sore from Jose’s pounding.

He burst out laughing. “You wish!” He said, “you want more than seven loads of cum in a day?”

“I was just thinking out loud” she said, mock slapping my arm.

“Just one man, I don’t think so” he said, pondering. “But if there were a group of say 5-6 men, I could fuck you after each one of them. So even if 2 or 3 of them were able to fuck you a couple times, You could possibly get 10-15 rounds of fucking that could last all day and all night.”

“I don’t think I could do a gangbang” I said cringing my nose in disgust.

“I was just thinking out loud too Neetu, not suggesting it.”

“No but seriously, do you think it would be possible? Let’s say they each took turns fucking. Do you think you could keep pace?”

“I bet I could” he replied, “The thing is, without breaks between sex, exhaustion sets in after a while. But if there were breaks while someone else was fucking you, it would help me get aroused again and go again.”

And so was hatched the plan. Jose rounded up six of his friends, who he claimed were well enough endowed that I would enjoy it – how he knew about their cocks, I didn’t bother to ask.

I sent our daughter to my in-law’s place for the day and gave the day off to the servant. The men arrived soon after breakfast, around 10 or 11 am. As agreed, Jose took me first, making passionate love to me while fingering my ass hole. He drilled me for a good 10 minutes before exploding deep inside me. While Jose was fucking me, his friends had undressed and were watching the show, stroking their cocks.

As soon as Jose got off the bed, one of his friends mounted me. Spreading my legs wide, he got on top drilling his hardness into me. He pounded me like a piston for close to 15 more minutes before he creamed my pussy.

Jose was ready for his pound of flesh again by then took me exactly the same way his friend had, drilling me from the top, my legs spread wide, shoving his giant hardness all the way into me, making me squeal and cum twice. This time he lasted close to 30 minutes, pounding me relentlessly all the while before he exploded again inside me.

And so it went, the next friend took me doggie style and Jose followed him the same way. The next friend wanted my ass and so he, followed by Jose filled my ass hole with their loads. And on and on it went. Jose was true to his promise, following each of his friends, doing one better and by the time we were through one round, it was already early evening. Two of his friends had left after fucking me once but the rest were ready to go again.

By next morning, two of his friends had fucked me once, three of them twice, and one had fucked me thrice. And Jose had been ready each time, fucking me after each of his friends. Between them, they had fucked me 18 times. I had cum over 20 times and every hole in my body was full of cum. As much as my body ached with the fucking, I was also, for the first time in my life, completely satisfied sexually.

Jose came over every day for to give me the most midblowing sex of my life, but we did the group thing five more times through the month, each time with a different set of friends. The last time, he managed to round up ten friends and between them, they fucked me over 25 times through the day and night, making me cum over and over again.



Praveen returns tomorrow, and I don’t know how I am going to explain this to him. I should have known better. Not only was I a cheat, I had now become a slut who had slept with close to 20 different men in the last month.

Today, came the biggest shock of them all. How am I going to explain to Praveen my pregnancy this time when he was away and I don’t even know myself which of the men I had fucked with through the last month had impregnated me?

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Part 1 of a 4-part series: American Neighbors
Changing Kandy’s Perception



I moved to the US a few years ago. Single in my 30s, I was coming out of a heartbreak and looking to make a fresh start. Coincidentally, my neighbors were moving into their house on the same day I was moving into mine. The shared experience of moving into a new house made the husband and wife instantly strike up a friendship with me. We went for dinner together that evening, exchanging information about our past, families, experiences, etc.



Derek was 49 and worked as a field electrician for PG&E, the local electrical company in California. Having nearly killed himself 10 years ago in an electrical accident, he had been re-assigned to office work in Marin County, about 2 hours drive from San Francisco. Derek belongs to another era and his idea of raising daughters was discipline and a iron hand, which only resulted in estranging them and driving them away.

23 years ago, he met Anna — an 18-year old trainee in her first job — when he went to AT&T in San Francisco to buy a mobile phone connection. Derek fell for Anna at first sight. A steamy romance followed and Anna was 7 months pregnant when they got married none months later. At 39 when they moved next door, Anna was still in her prime in spite of having raised two daughters to adulthood. She still worked at AT&T as a store manager. After working in Marin County for a while, Anna was transferred to a San Francisco store, prompting their relocation to the city. It was also convenient for the couple because their younger daughter was a student at SF State University and living in the city allowed them to be closer to their child.

The couple had their first daughter, Daisy a month after their marriage. Now 22, A rebel from the start, Daisy was always fascinated by different cultures, races, histories and moved out at the age of 18 with her African boyfriend. I met her the first time a few months after the Bakers moved in next door when she and her ‘significant other’ visited for dinner. She moved in with her parents about a year after we first met after breaking up with her abusive partner who beat her to such an extent that she lost their baby after nearly carrying it to term. The double heart-break was too much for her and she returned home to the protective shelter of her parents, hoping start life afresh.

Kandy, the youngest was born 3 years after Daisy. A typical millennial at 19, she was a highly opinionated, but sensitive girl, hungry for attention and extremely self-conscious about her looks, freckles and glasses. She lives on college campus, just a couple miles away and the day they moved in next door, she was there to help her parents move. We didn’t know then that the main reason for Kandy’s presence that day was that she was trying to stay away from college and George the college football jock.



After we were moved in, the Bakers became regular guests at my place, loving the Indian food and I was returned the hospitality, enjoying Anna’s culinary skills and the beauty of both her daughters. After dinner one day, I stepped out to smoke and found Kandy sitting on a park bench. We had thought she had left to go back to her college dorm nearly half an hour ago.

Concerned, I sat next to her and we got to chatting. She said she hated all men because of their insensitivity. I told her about how I was dumped by my fiancée and still didn’t judge all women by how she had treated me. Over the course of the evening, I came to find out that the day before her parents’ moving next door, they had the college ball. George had asked to be his partner that evening. She had readily agreed – who wouldn’t say yes to George? he was the handsomest boy in college and a part of the college football team. She had always had a crush on George, who was always surrounded by girls, and felt flattered that he had even noticed her, leave alone asking her for the ball. He had kissed her during the ball and Kandy had melted. She just knew that she was going to lose her virginity to George that night and that they would live happily ever after. She was only half-right.



After the ball, George took Kandy for a drive. He parked in a secluded alley and started kissing her. Within a couple minutes, his hands were undressing her and he was sucking on her nipples. Overcome with passion, they both stripped hastily in the back seat of his SUV, where the seats had been conveniently been folded beforehand. Spreading her legs, George mounted her doggie style and has thrust himself into her virgin pussy, breaking her hymen and making her cry out in pain. He was cruel in the way he pounded her, unmindful of her pain, just intent on his conquest of her body. Thankfully, he had pulled out a couple minutes later, only to smear her ass and back with his cum. His business done, George dropped her off at the dorm and drove off. Kandy had felt used and humiliated and had sworn never to let another man touch her.

“Don’t judge all men by George” I had told he. “Some men are sensitive. You will find someone who will make you happy and will change your perception about men.”

She thanked me for listening and not judging and I dropped her off at her Dorm before going back home. Over the next month or so, Kandy visited her parents for dinner almost everyday, spending weekends with them. Derek and Anna were thrilled by this change in Kandy who hardly visited them even during vacations till last year. During these visits, Kandy and I spoke a lot and she opened up more and more, as we settled into a friendship born from shared secrets and empathy for each other.

“Were you sensitive” she asked me one night as I was walking her back to the dorm after dinner.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“You said the first day we spoke that some men are sensitive. Were you.”

“I believe I still am Kandy.”

“Sure you are. I meant sexually, towards your fiancée.”

“I know what you meant.”

“Then why did she leave you?”

“She was ambitious, I was not. She wanted the fast life, I needed peace. Eventually, I think she got bored of my gentleness and needed more excitement that would take her places. She said yes to the VP of Marketing — her boss — of the company she worked when he proposed to her two days before our engagement.”

“Before you broke off, did you make her happy” she asked blushing, “in bed I mean” she added in a whisper.

“I’d like to believe I did. We used to make love multiple times, almost everyday.”

“Bullshit!” she said showing me the middle finger in jest, “guys can’t get it up after they’ve done their business.”

“And how many boys have you tested before forming that opinion?”

“Touche” she said giggling.

“That’s just not true and I hope you will find out someday by meeting the right guy.”

“Thanks for being there for me” she said as we reached her dorm. She kissed me on my lips and ran in, leaving me surprised at the gesture.



After lunch that Friday at my place, as the Bakers were leaving, I announced that I was going on a road trip down Highway 1 to explore the country for the weekend and requested that the Bakers watch over my place while I am gone. Derek and Anna readily agreed. I was washing dishes when Kandy returned.

“Hey Kandy, what’s up?”

“Need a hand there?” she asked.

“I am good” I replied, “make yourself at home.”

“Can I go with you?” she asked.

“On the road trip?”

“Yes”

“Would that be appropriate?”

“You tell me to follow my heart and when I do, you ask me if it’s appropriate.” she said pouting and upset as she plonked on the couch. “I HATE YOU!”

“Don’t make this hard for me Kandy. You know I like you… A LOT.” I said, sitting next to her.

“But you don’t want me.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then you DO want me.”

“Come on Kandy”

“I knew it. I am just the geeky kid nobody loves. You’re all hypocrites.”

“That’s not true. Your parents love you. Your sister loves you and so do I.”

“Show me” she said, leaning in and closing her eyes, offering her lips to be kissed. I couldn’t help either the erection forming in my track pants or the promise of Kandy’s creamy breasts, pouring over the low cut of her tee-shirt. I pecked her lips and pulled back, just the way she had pecked my lips outside her dorm.”

Opening her eyes, she looked into mine and then down at my erection.

“You do want me.” she said smiling and jumping at me, throwing her arms around my neck.

There was only so much I could restrain myself when a girl as cute and sexy as Kandy was throwing herself at me and I held her to me. Lovingly caressing her back and hair, I kissed her mouth. She opened her lips to let my tongue in. Holding her head, I explored her mouth as our tongues met. She kissed back hungrily, sucking my tongue and biting my lips and guiding my hand to her breast.

I squeezed, kissing her with raw passion now. Her hard nipple poked through her top, letting me know she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Show me how sensitive you are” she said when we finally broke the kiss and came up for air.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I even took a pill today” she said, kissing me again before I could react to the realization that she had planned on seducing me to fuck her today. I slid the spaghetti strap of her top off one shoulder, caressing it and pulling the top down to expose a breast. Continuing to kiss her mouth, I caressed her breast, pinching her nipple and pulling it. She was hard and ready to be fucked.

“Oh Kandy” I said breathlessly, “you’re beautiful!”

“Liar!!!” she giggled.

“Oh yes you are” I said, sliding the strap off her other shoulder and pulling her top down to expose both breasts.

Bending down, I took a breast in my mouth and circled her nipple with my tongue.

“Ummmmm” she moaned closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

Cupping the other breast in my hand and pinching the nipple, I sucked. Gently at first and then increasing the intensity with each suck on her teenage tit. I grabbed it with my teeth and pulled making her moan in anticipation as her body responded to the stimulation my fingers and mouth were causing.

“If we go any further, I won’t be able to stop” I said.

“Who’s asking you to stop? I want you to take me the way you took your fiancée. Fuck me the way a sensitive man would fuck me.”

“Oh WOW! Kandy, I could fuck you all day.”

“Then take me on your road trip and fuck me all weekend” she begged.

“What if I am not sensitive?”

“You will be”, she said with a naughty grin, “if you want to fuck me again”.

I pulled her top off and pushed her down on the couch, climbing on top and kissing her mouth, squeezing her breasts with my hands and pinching both her hard and erect nipples.

I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking it hungrily like a baby while flicking a finger against the other while squeezing the boob.

“WOW!” Kandy groaned

“You okay?”

“Oh God Yeah! George treated them like a formality. You treat them like celebrity” she said about her boobs.

“You’re delicious you know that?” I mumbled into her tit.

“I can believe that the way you are sucking it” she giggled pulling my head into her breast.

Reaching down, I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper. Sliding my hand inside, I cupped her pussy.

“Last chance to bail out Kandy”

“You kidding me?” she said in mock surprise, pressing my hand on her pussy. I squeezed making Kandy close her eyes and sigh. Letting go, I squeezed again and again. Making her sigh each time. She was burning, her pussy warm, even through her panties. Sliding my hand down, I touched her butt hole over her panties and glided the finger all along her pussy opening and then back. With my mouth, I was sucking her nipple while the other hand pinched and squeezed her other boob. Digging her nails into my back, Kandy squeezed with every slide of my fingers along her pussy opening. I caressed her pussy while devouring her tits for about five minutes.

“By this time, George was done” Kandy said, opening her eyes “from the time he first kissed me”

“I am not even started” I replied, kissing her mouth and sucking her tongue.

“I know” she replied between kisses “and you’re already making me feel things I’ve never felt before”

We lay there, me on top of her, my hands fingering her over her panties, my mouth alternating between her mouth and tits till I felt a wet spot on her panties. It was time to get rid of her shorts.

Getting off her, I grabbed her shorts and pulled them off her. Conscious of her wet panties, Kandy turned around on her belly shyly. Moving her hair aside, I kissed the base of her neck and then licked it.

“Oooooooo” Kandy cooed. I proceeded to kiss and lick her shoulders before kissing her back. Lower and lower I kissed and licked her along her spine till I reached the edge of her panties.

I pulled her butt cheeks apart and buried my face between them over her panties, stimulating her sensitive butt hole with my nose, lips and chin as I rubbed up and down it. Letting one butt cheek go, I slid the hand between her legs and caressed her pussy. With both her holes getting stimulated, Kandy was moaning, eyes closed and lips pursed. Her wet spot was growing as her pussy gushed with wetness.

Turning her around on her back, I rubbed her pussy over her wet panties.

“You’re gonna make me cum” she groaned as my fingers rubbed against her clit through her panties.

“That’s the general idea” I said kissing her.

Holding her down by pressing a hand down on her naked boobs, I rubbed her over her panties, varying the speed and hardness of my strokes.

“Don’t stop, oh God, don’t stop” she groaned arching her back and digging her fingers into the arm that was holding her down.

I pressed my thumb against her clit and rubbed. Then pressed it again and rubbed.

“yes, yes, yes OH YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” she screamed shaking under my arm as her body shook with an orgasm and she squirted, thoroughly soaking her panties. I let it pass and let Kandy relax completely.

“You’re amazing!” she said hoarsely.

“And I bet you’re delicious”, I replied, pulling her drenched panties off her. Spreading her legs, I blew along her opening before kissing her mound. She was steaming. I took her pussy in my mouth and ran my tongue from the base of her opening to the top and then back down.

“Oh FUCK!!!” she moaned as my tongue slowly entered her. Kandy tasted heavenly and I ate her hungrily. Alternating between licking her clit, drilling her hole with my tongue and sucking her with my lips, I was devouring this 19 year old spectacled beauty. A few minutes later, her breathing started getting heavier. Reaching up with one hand, I gripped one erect nipple between my fingers and pinched and at the same time, slid 2 fingers inside her.

While eating her clit, I was now also fucking her hole with my fingers and pinching a tit. Within minutes, she came again, shaking violently and crying out in pleasure. We had been at it close to half an hour and she had cum twice and I hadn’t even shed my clothes yet. I lay by her side, kissing her lovingly, letting her enjoy her orgasm completely.

When she was ready, she got off the couch and holding my hand, made me stand up and follow her to my bedroom. Taking my tee-shirt off, she tossed it on the floor and pulled my track pants down, staring at the erection in my underwear.

Pulling it down, she gasped “Oh my God”.

“It could’ve been worse” I replied with a smile, “it could’ve been tiny”

“That will hurt” she said worried, “it’s too big”

“It’ll be tight but it won’t hurt, I promise” I said, tossing my underwear aside with a leg and leading Kandy to the bed.

Pulling her to me, I kissed her mouth and led her to the bed. She broke the kiss as her legs touched the bed.

“Please don’t hurt me” she begged, still a worried look in her eyes.

“Trust me Kandy, you will love it. Just relax.” I said, pushing her back and laying her on the bed.

Spreading her legs, I lifted her left leg high as I positioned my hard shaft between her legs. She gaped wide-eyed as I rubbed my hardness against her opening, sliding it up and down her pussy, rubbing her clit. After a minute or so, I positioned myself against her opening and pushed gently, making Kandy gasp.

She was tight and this was going to take some work. I pulled out and pushed back in — just the head of my cock inside her — and then back out. With each forward movement, I pushed a little more into her before pulling out. After a couple minutes, I was nearly a quarter of the way into her. Pulling out, I held my cock and slid it inside and kept on pushing it till I was buried all the way into her.

Kandy’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth in a silent scream and threw her head back and my cock filled her teen pussy. I held myself all the way inside her and bent forward to kiss her mouth.

“Did it hurt”

“Just a little”

“Does it hurt now” she shook her head in a no, looking into my eyes hungrily.

“You still want to do it” she nodded a silent yes and smiled tentatively, her eyes asking me if it was ok.

“You’ll be fine, but get ready to cum again” I said in reply to her silent question.

“Again? I already came twice.”

In reply, I pulled my cock about three-quarters of the way out of her and pushed back slowly all the way into her. She gripped my arms hard as I moved in, relaxing her grip only after I was all the way in and stopped. Again, I pulled almost out of her before pushing back all the way in. I started moving in and out, gradually picking up the pace. It took about three minutes before I was moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm, my cock rubbing her clit each time I thrust into her, making her gasp silently.

“Feels good?”

“Oh yeah, it feels….owwwwwwwww……G-R-E-A-T” she replied squealing as I thrust in and ending in a hoarse whisper once I was all the way in.

As I moved faster and faster inside her, she started moaning, wrapping her legs around my legs and her arms around my back.

“Harder” she groaned as her body responded to the constant rubbing of my cock against her clit. I picked up the tempo and stated thrusting myself into her faster and faster.

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, Oh Yes, OH YES” her moans kept getting louder and louder as she came closer and closer to another orgasm. I felt myself getting close to cumming.

“I am about to cum soon Kandy. Where do you want it.”

“in….ah….me….ah…I’m…..ah….on the….ah….pill” she gasped out between thrusts.

“You sure”

“Just shut up and fuck me…oh god yes, yes, yes” she screamed.

I hammered inside her, getting closer and closer to cumming.

“OHHHHHHH……FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK” she screamed and shook cumming all over my dick. I barely held my own orgasm while she came, letting her orgasm pass and shoved myself hard inside her, erupting deep inside Kandy as she collapsed spent. I kept pounding her with each spurt of cum till I was completely spent and collapsed on top of her.

I kissed her lips, her face flushed red and caressed her breast as both our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Was that sensitive enough for you? I asked.

“Oh sweet Jesus” she gasped, holding me to her, “that was AMAZING!”

“Want to do it again?”

“Now?”

“Yes”

“You’re kidding me right?” she asked, “You’re not even hard anymore.”

“So get me there” I said pulling out of her and guiding her hand to my shaft while I kissed her mouth.

“You’re a monster” she said giggling girlishly at me.

“Sensitive or monster?”

“A sensitive monster” she replied, kissing me, as she stroked me with her hand and I caressed and squeezed her breasts.

“Do you want me to suck you?” she asked as we broke the kiss.

“If you want to” I replied.

“I’d like to she said rolling me over. Sitting on my legs, she continued to stroke my cock as she kissed the tip and licked the opening. Kissing and licking down the dick while continuing to stroke it, she kissed and sucked on my balls. Slowly my dick started responding.

“Look at you” she teased, “the monster is waking”

In response I groaned and guided her mouth to my cock. Taking it in her mouth, she slid it all the way in, licking the shaft and holding the base with her hand. As she let my cock slide out of her mouth, her hand moved up the shaft. She kept repeating this dual treatment of stroking and sucking my cock and got me all the way hard in just five minutes.

“That was a gentle, loving fuck” I said, as I pulled my dick out of her mouth and guided her back to bed, “now for some hard fucking”

“Will it hurt?” she asked.

“Just trust me, and enjoy the ride” I replied



Laying her on her side, I spooned her and nibbled on her ear while I grabbed her boob with one hand and lifted her leg in the air with the other. She grabbed my hardness and guided it to her opening. Man she was tight as I slid slowly inside her again, but instead of pulling out, I pushed myself all the way into her while squeezing her breast and kissing her neck.

“Aaah” she yelped as I thrust inside her

“Hurts?” I asked. She shook her head in a no.

A few times, I moved gently in and out of her getting her ready for the pounding that was to follow.

“Ready or not, here it comes” I said increasing the tempo, faster and faster till I was drilling her tight teen pussy and making her grunt with every thrust. Harder and faster I hammered her while pinching her tit and sucking her neck.

“Jeeeesssuuuuuss…..fucking…..ccchhhhrrriisssst” she blurted between thrusts.

“Like it?” I asked.

“yes, yes, oh yes, yes yes” she squealed as I pounded her. Letting her breast go, I reached down and rubbed her clit with my fingers.

“Ohhhh…..FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK” she screamed, shivering and rocking as a fourth orgasm shook her body.

I fucked her for a further ten minutes before emptying another load of cum inside her.

We lay caressing each others’ sweaty bodies and kissing for a few minutes, my spent cock, still inside her pussy.

“Can we drive by the dorm” she asked, “so I can quickly pack a bag?”

“You sure you want to go on the trip?”

“Heck yeah, if you promise more of this through the weekend”

“We can check into a hotel somewhere and just stay if you want”

“Won’t it get boring? I thought you wanted to explore the countryside”

“Trust me, it will be anything but boring. Especially if you want to do this all weekend.”

“We’ll see about that” she said laughing as she got off the bed to put her clothes on.



I realized that not only had I changed her perception about sex, but also unleashed a monster. She was just insatiable. Minutes after I came in her, she would be sucking or stroking my cock to get it ready for action. We literally fucked away the weekend — I took her standing, doggie, missionary, spooning and kept cumming in her over and over. She was sore, full of love bites and filled with my cum by the time we returned.

“That was some trip” she said kissing me outside her dorm.

“Glad you enjoyed it” I replied.

“Can we do it again?” she asked a naughty glint in her eyes.

“Anytime Kandy” I replied, “anytime”. What I didn’t know then was that it would end up becoming “every time” she got a chance to get away from college.

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Part 2 of a 4-part series: American Neighbors
Annalicious

Prelude – caught in the act
Just as the door to her bedroom opened, Kandy and I both screamed and I exploded in side her body. She was shaking with her third orgasm.

“KANDY!!!” I heard Anna scream in shock before slamming the door and walking away.

Worried, I looked down at the flushed face of Kandy — Derek and Anna’s 19 year old daughter, my cock going limp rapidly inside her. Still panting heavily and shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Kandy had her eyes shut tight with a grimace on someone who just caught red-handed on her pretty face.

“Oops,” Kandy said opening her eyes after a few moments, smiling naughtily.

“Sorry Kandy,” I said, still worried for her, “I knew it was a mistake doing it at your place with your parents downstairs.”

“Oh what the heck!” she said with a shrug of her sweat-soaked naked shoulders, “I am an adult and will fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, and wherever I want.”

“But you will get in trouble,” I said, “she sounded really upset.”

“I don’t care,” she said, “I will hear a mouthful tomorrow and it won’t be any different whether you fuck me once or ten times tonight. So I hope you are ready for more action.” She pulled my cock out of her as she said that and started stroking it back to hardness.

We had been sleeping together for a few months now, whenever Kandy could get away from college for a night or weekend. With her, every time was like a first time and it never took long to get me hard again. She was just an absolute delight in bed with her insatiable passion and ultra-tight pussy. I had nicknamed her my “Lay’s Chip” because I never could have her just once.

There was an erotic thrill to being caught in the act that fueled both our passions and we fucked three more times through the night.



The need…
The need had been growing and Anna had all but buried her dreams of one last pregnancy. Just shy of 40, Anna was running out of time though she was in her sexual prime and looked much younger than her age.

Derek’s accident nearly 10 years ago had destroyed Anna’s sex life. He had a brush with death that day when he was nearly electrocuted on the line while on duty, servicing an AT&T faulty electric line. While he survived, his libido didn’t. He could never get it up after that day and the tragedy ended a vibrant sexual life between the couple. A devoted wife and mother, Anna had resisted the temptation of satisfying her sexual needs outside the marriage and had made it work solo with the help of toys, pornography and fantasy.

Today was supposed to have been a family dinner, but Daisy, their older daughter couldn’t make it. She and her boyfriend were on a camping trip. Kandy had come over — she had been coming home more regularly since they moved near her college — and so had their 40-year old Indian neighbor, who had moved next door the same day they had moved in, a few months ago. They had become instant friends and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Anna had on more than one occasion imagined getting fucked by him while masturbating.

Anna had been turned on all evening. There was an electric magnetism about Vijay, their neighbor, that Anna found absolutely irresistible. After Derek fell asleep, she had imagined Vijay in her bed while she masturbated to two rocking orgasms. She hadn’t even imagined the possibility that her 19 year old would fall prey to his charms. Noise from upstairs had worried her and she went to check on Kandy. As shocked and revolted as she was at the sight of her daughter getting fucked, she was also turned on by Vijay’s muscular naked body. She had masturbated after returning to her bedroom, visualizing the intense fucking she had seen and had her biggest orgasm in a long long time.

Before she fell asleep, Anna’s anger had turned to red hot desire mixed with steely determination. She wanted Vijay. He would be the first man after her husband, and the first man after over 10 years. But she wanted him and she would get him…and his sperm would fulfill her dream of one more baby.



The proposition

“We need to talk” she said when Vijay answered the phone. She had debated telling Derek about what she had seen last night, but had decided against it. She would use that leverage instead.

“ok” he replied.

“Can you come over if you are still at home?”

“Yes. I am working from home today,” he replied. “I can be over in 15 minutes.”

“See you then,” she said disconnecting the call. She used the time to change into a sheer blouse and matching wrap around skirt over matching sheer thong panties. As the door bell rang, she put on a bathrobe over her sexiest outfit and opened the door to let Vijay in.

“Care for some coffee?” she asked as he walked past her towards the couch in the living room.

“Sure” he replied, visibly at edge and unsure of what was coming after she had caught him in bed with her child. He expected a tongue-lashing and an ultimatum.

“I will get right down to the point,” she said handing him a mug of coffee and sitting down next to him — a little too close for comfort — on the couch. “What I saw last night was appalling.”

“I am sorry…” he started but she cut him off.

“Let me finish,” she said holding up her palm, “before I lose the nerve to be civil and do something we all regret.”

“You are what….40?” she resumed, “she’s just 19 for heaven’s sake! How could you?”

“You may not believe me, but I didn’t seduce her…she seduced me.”

“Knowing my daughter, I can believe that. She is an adult and can make her choices. And I can’t say you are a bad choice either. It’s just that I could never have imagined it. But what’s done is done and if the moaning and screaming throughout the night last night was any indicator, it tells me a few things.”

She held up her fingers as she counted things off, “One…it tells me, you have the stamina to go all night long. Two…you make her happy. Three…you are good or she would have tossed you out. Four…you are horny enough and have balls enough to fuck my daughter multiple times in one night, in my house, even after being caught in the act.

As he started to speak, he held up her hand cutting him off, “Just listen to what I have to say for the next hour ok? And then, if you agree with what I propose, I won’t interfere between Kandy and you. And if you don’t, I will tell Derek and I promise you that will get ugly really fast. Ok?”

He nodded and braced himself for a tongue lashing. Instead, Anna told him about how she and Derek met, about their whirlwind romance, their wedding, their blissful married life, his accident and its consequences on their lives, about raising their daughters and her unfulfilled dream of one more child.

“So, I want you to give me a baby,” she concluded. “This isn’t blackmail. I have fantasized about this even before last night. I am not asking for a relationship. Just sex till I conceive. But I won’t impose myself on you and make you do something you don’t want to.” She picked up the empty coffee cups and got up.

“You are welcome to walk away before I am back from the kitchen. When I return, I won’t be wearing this robe. If you are still here, you will spend your free time here, in bed with me till I conceive a baby. If you aren’t, I will respect that and won’t say a word of what happened last night to Derek. I threatened you with that just so you would listen.”

“How will you explain the baby to him,” he asked.

“It’s not like we haven’t talked about it over the years. Bless his heart, he even encouraged me to get a lover but I haven’t…till now. So I can either be honest and tell him its yours or lie and tell him I got it from a sperm bank. I don’t care either way.



Fulfilling a ten-year hunger
What are the odds of fucking mother and daughter — and neither expecting a relationship?

As Anna made clear what she wanted, I couldn’t believe my ears. Truth be told, of the Baker ladies, Anna was the first to have caught my attention and I remember feeling envious of Derek for having nailed such a hot wife. Being of a similar age group, I had felt an instant attraction and part of the reason behind befriending the Bakers was to be able to spend more time with Anna.

Things had taken an unexpected turn when Kandy offered herself on a platter. I wasn’t a fool to pass up a 19 year old chick and had thoroughly enjoyed her. Anna and Derek had always seemed like a happy couple and I had no inkling of a problem till she narrated her story. What a pity that this sexy woman had lived the last 10 years in sexual depravity. The thought of fucking and impregnating her had me aroused and I sat there imagining what Anna would be like under that robe while she went to the kitchen.

My jaw dropped when she walked out of the kitchen. She looked nothing like the mother of two grown children. That she was beautiful was an understatement. Her body was just exquisite. Perfectly shaped soft breasts that didn’t show a hint of sagging, a flat belly and that outfit! I my arousal turned into a raging erection in a fraction of a second and I had to adjust myself on the couch.

She had a shy smile on her face seeing me still there and my visible discomfort, as she walked out of the kitchen.

“I was hoping that’s what you would choose,” she said untying her wrap around skirt and letting it fall to the ground as she walked towards me, “very impressive” she added licking her lips, her eyes locked on the tent formed in my tracks as my pole strained against the fabric.

“You said you are working from home today I think.” By then, she had walked right up and sat on my legs facing me — one leg on either side of my legs, her crotch square on my shaft, adding to my discomfort.

“I am a nervous wreck, like I am on a first date,” she said laughing self-consciously while rubbing herself against my erection, and then moved back, looking at me nervously. “I haven’t done this in over ten years. Please be gentle with me, but please do it before I chicken out.”

I leaned forward and kissed her. She was ready and her tongue found mine. She kissed like a woman deprived of sex for 10 years, moaning and groaning. Instinct told me that unlike her daughter, rough, urgent sex isn’t what Anna needed. She needed to be loved and enjoyed passionately and slowly.

Cupping her breasts, I squeezed while continuing to kiss her, making her moan louder. After what seemed like an eternity, she broke the kiss and pushed me back.

“Not here. I want you in my bed…Derek’s and my bed,” she said getting off the couch. Taking my hand, she led me to the bedroom. I dropped my tracks and tee-shirt along the way and took off my underwear just inside the bedroom. Naked and ready for action, I pushed Anna on the bed.

“WOW!” she gasped, her eyes riveted on my pole. “That’s at least twice Derek’s size.”

Getting on top of her, I resumed kissing her while untying her top and releasing her breasts. Reaching down, I slid a hand inside her panties. Licking one erect nipple and playing with it with my tongue, I found her soaking wet opening and slid two fingers inside.

“Ummmmmm…..” Anna moaned when I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked, starting to slowly move my fingers in and out of her. I continued to finger fuck her while sucking one nipple and then the other. Anna closed her eyes and started moving in rhythm with my fingers moving inside her, a blissful smile on her face.

“Oh God yessss” she moaned, fluids gushing to her already wet pussy.

“I want to eat you,” I said and Anna’s face turned red. Not waiting for an answer, I spread her legs wide and licked all along her opening.

I am not sure if I was more hungry for her pussy, or whether she was more hungry, probably the latter. As my mouth wrapped around her warm, soaking opening, I head her breathing quicken, and her moans of joy intensify. When I sucked on her clitoris, she grabbed my head and pulled me into her, thrusting into my face. Her fluids were flowing into my mouth when my tongue entered her. I ate her like I hadn’t eaten in days, devouring her hungrily for ten minutes that felt like a moment and an hour at the same time before she convulsed, arched her back, tensed and screamed, shaking and cumming violently.

I ate her right through her orgasm. “God, how I’ve missed that,” she gasped between pants, her body still heaving with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“You’re so delicious Anna,” I said, in all honesty, “I can eat you all day.”

“Stop flattering an old woman,” she said, blushing.

“I will prove it,” I said, burying my face into her again. I ate her to two more orgasms before she was so breathless and exhausted that she started begging me to stop, her voice hoarse and raspy, her breath short and sharp from panting, her body soaked in sweat and shaking in pure sexual bliss.

I gave her pussy a break and kissed her mouth, squeezing and playing with her tits, my balls aching. “As much as I want you to never stop eating me, this won’t get me pregnant you know,” she said, a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “I need that monster of yours in me.”

She was remarkably tight in spite of having given birth to two daughters and having just had multiple orgasms. Her pussy was gushing wet and yet, it took nearly a minute to bury my shaft all the way into her. When I finally shoved myself all the way in, the look of pure contentment on her face nearly made me cum.

“I didn’t think it would fit,” she gasped when I was all the way in. Bending down, I squeezed her boobs and kissed her mouth while starting to slowly move in and out of her.

Before long, I had settled into a rhythm, pulling almost out of her before slamming all the way in. Her legs spread wide, she was caressing my back and head lovingly, enjoying her first fuck in over ten years, moaning loudly and urging me to make it last.

It took all I had to not explode in her, having wanted her since the day I set my eyes on her.

“Yes, yes, yesss, yessss, yesssssss,” she started moaning, louder and louder with each thrust building up towards another orgasm. Her pussy muscles started contracting, squeezing my cock with every thrust.

“Oh God Anna,” I groaned, “I’m about to cum.”

She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me as deep into her as I stiffened, arched my back and exploded.

Anna screamed and started shaking as my cum started flooding her.

“Oh God you’re incredible,” she hissed in a hoarse voice after I collapsed on her, totally spent. I almost blurted that I wanted to do this from the day I first saw her, but bit my tongue. I was banging her daughter after all.

We rested tangled around each other and I drifted off to sleep. Anna woke me up by starting to suck my cock. The second time lasted even longer and I fucked her for close to half an hour. The third time lasted nearly an hour and both of us were totally exhausted by the time I creamed her pussy the fourth time that evening.



Kahani mein twist
The door bell rang while I was watching the news, sipping coffee in my living room the next morning. I was surprised to see Derek there and invited him in, offering him coffee.

“I wanted to thank you,” he started when we settled down on the couch with our coffees. “Anna told me about yesterday.” I didn’t know what to say and silently sipped my coffee, avoiding eye contact.

“Fact is, she’s too good a woman to have to live with a man who can’t give her the pleasures she deserves. I know she loves me, and I am crazy about her. But sex is a biological need and I have tried to talk her into finding a sex partner many times. She would have none of it and has thrown her youth away on me all this while.

“She told me you did it four times yesterday and that you were incredibly good. So I wanted to thank you for making Anna happy. I also wanted to ask a favor, if you don’t take offense.”

“Sure, anything,” I said, not sure what else to say to this man, who was thanking me for fucking his wife four times yesterday.

“I want to see my Anna happy,” he said tentatively, “I mean, I want to watch you while you impregnate her. I want to be there and be a part of it. I want to witness the happiness you give her. If you don’t mind that is.”

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That brought a whole new dimension to things. It started awkwardly, particularly for Anna, but by the time her first orgasm hit, she was enjoying the sex so much, she was totally into it. The first couple times, Derek just watched me fuck and cream his wife, but then he started participating. Kissing her while I drilled her, licking my overflowing cum off her pussy and more.

It took seven months of fucking Anna every day before she announced she was pregnant.

“But that doesn’t mean this arrangement needs to end,” Derek added after hugging his wife in excitement at the news, “does it?”

“No offense Derek,” Anna said, “I love you, but I’ve never had better sex and wouldn’t dream of stopping now.”



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Part 3 of a 4-part series: American Neighbors
Daisy - A blooming flower




Truth be told, after my first time meeting with the Baker family, if someone had told me I would get to bed one of them and asked me which it was likely to be, I would have guessed the mom Anna. Belonging to the same age group made her the most likely candidate. As beautiful as Anna was, her daughters were equally beautiful, sexy and desirable.

However, I wouldn’t have ever guessed that it would be Kandy, a teenager.

Her energy, insatiable appetite for sex and willingness to experiment meant that I was getting a lot of sex — sometimes 4-5 times a day.

I couldn’t have enough of Kandy and thoroughly enjoyed fucking her.

For the most part, she came over to my place for sex or we throughly enjoyed each other during weekend road trips.

With time, I guess we got careless and when we were caught in the act by her mom, I expected shit to hit the ceiling and half expected the arrangement to come to an end. But the turn of events ended in bed with Anna.

After her husband’s accident ten years ago, Anna had led a life of sexual depravity, focusing on bringing up her two daughters. With the clock ticking, Anna was unable to completely bury her desire for one more child and succumbed to the temptation after watching me fuck and cum inside her daughter Kandy. She all but blackmailed me into fucking and impregnating her.

In the days, weeks and months that followed, I was fucking Anna on weekdays and Kandy over weekends. There was hardly a day in my life without sex with one of two extremely beautiful, sexy and hungry women. I changed my job about a year and a half later and moved from San Francisco to San Jose. By then Anna was four months pregnant and still enjoying sex with me every week day.


A tough time for Daisy
While her mom and sister were having sex with me at every opportunity, life was throwing challenges at Daisy, Anna’s older daughter. A rebel, Daisy moved out of her parent’s home at the age of 18 and moved in with her African boyfriend. When I first met the couple when they had visited the Bakers for dinner, Daisy was 22 and seemed extremely happy with her boy friend.

Daisy never let on that she was in an abusive relationship. What started as emotional abuse by a controlling boyfriend gradually escalated to physical abuse. Even though he beat her often, she put on a brave front and never let her parents know.

It around 1 am on Monday night. For the past three hours, I had been in Anna’s bed enjoying her hungry body. After cumming inside her pussy a second time that night, we were panting heavily and I was contemplating a third round when the phone rang.

We were in the hospital an hour later where Derek, Anna’s husband and Daisy’s father had joined us, driving straight to the hospital from work. Daisy was in the ICU with severe injuries and a miscarriage. Over the next few days, as Daisy recovered, we learned about her boy friend’s emotional and physical abuse. This wasn’t the first time he had hit her. She had been to the hospital before too, but it had never got this serious. That night — while Anna and I were celebrating her announcement of pregnancy with passionate hardcore sex — a 6-month pregnant Daisy was being beaten up by her drunk boy friend. He left her badly hurt and bleeding and it took all her energy to call 911 and seek help. Unfortunately, Daisy lost her baby that night. A security officer case was filed against her boy friend.

After his arrest, not only did it come out that he was drunk that night, but possibly high on drugs as well. The security officer had recovered a number of controlled substances when they arrested him.

When she recovered, Daisy moved in with her parents and filed for divorce. It was a time when I was looking to change my job and Daisy too was looking for a job. Daisy had transformed since I had last seen her. I remembered her as a bubbly, full of life, pretty girl with a ready smile. It appeared as if the life had just gone out of her.

She was hurt, depressed and hardly ever smiled anymore. While her bruises and injuries healed over time, the experience seemed to have sucked the life out of her. Whenever I could, I took Daisy to her interviews. As it happened, I got a job first and moved out. While the arrangement with Anna came to an end with the move, either I visited Kandy or she came over to my new place over weekends.


A surprise visit
Two months at my new place, I was still settling in, balancing work with setting up the house. Whenever Kandy visited, she spent the days and nights in my bed so I hadn’t needed the guest bedroom yet.

I had just returned home from work that day and just stepped out of the shower when I heard the door bell. I was surprised to find Daisy at the door and my jaw literally dropped. Her beaming smile was back, but what I hadn’t noticed till now was how busty and curvy she was. Her pregnancy must have filled out her breasts and she had obviously put in an effort to get back in shape since I had moved. And what a shape she had acquired!

“Hi,” she said, bringing me back to the present.

“Hi Daisy,” I replied, “what a pleasant surprise.”

“I tried calling but you never answered. I left voice mail, but then decided to take a chance and drop by.”

“Come in,” I said, opening the door and letting her in. Following her after closing the door, I added, “I was probably in the shower when you called.”

She had come to San Jose for an interview at a restaurant and she thought she’d check on me before heading back home to San Francisco — nearly an hour’s drive. She made herself comfortable and over drinks talked about her struggle the past couple months to get a job.

She had found a job at a fast food joint in San Francisco a month ago and things seemed to be going fine till her manager had forced himself on her last week, fucking her brutally till he emptied himself in her. As she was narrating the experience, I couldn’t help imagining fucking her and that caused a slight stirring in my pants.

The experience had brought back the traumatic memories of her abuse by her boyfriend and she had quit the job.

“All I wanted was love when I moved out,” she said sobbing, “is it that hard to find?”

“Not when you find a sensitive man who enjoys you instead of using you.” I replied.

“I don’t remember being loved anymore. All I remember is being fucked and used. What I wouldn’t give for one night of passionate love.” she had a sad, lost look in her eyes for a moment. And just like that it was gone and she smiled her beaming smile.

She was optimistic of getting the job at the place she had interviewed today, but she was worried about the work hours. The restaurant closed at 10:30 pm and driving to San Francisco everyday at that hour wasn’t practical and so she would have to find a place in San Jose.

“You can stay here till you find a place,” I offered. “There’s a spare bedroom you can use.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Sure, come I’ll show you the place,” I said getting up, “the spare room is right now like a store room because I haven’t had time to set the house, but I can put it in order for you.”

“If I get the job, I will help you put the stuff away,” she said as we concluded the tour of the house. “Look at the time, I should be heading home,” she added looking at the time on her cell phone. Instinctively I looked at my watch and was surprised that it was already 10 pm.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” I asked. “I need to fix me something to eat too and you won’t find anything open by the time you get to San Francisco.”

We fixed dinner together and the close proximity with this beauty meant I had a small erection going in my tracks and I could have sworn I caught her staring at my crotch a couple times.

“Kind and a good cook,” she said as we started eating, “I am impressed.” We had a couple more drinks and talked through dinner and by the time we were done and washed the dishes, it was past midnight.



She had had a couple drinks too many and it was really late. It wasn’t difficult convincing her to stay over.

“Can I take a shower?” she asked after agreeing to stay over, when I offered her my bed and promised to take the couch.

“Of course!” I replied, “but that’s the one catch to your moving in. We have only one bathroom.”

“I am sure we can make it work,” she replied winking. Was that an invitation?


She left the bathroom door open and I couldn’t help watching her shower with a raging erection.

“I know you said you had a shower,” she called out from the shower, “but you can join me if you want to.” and I heard her giggle. What are the odds of getting to fuck the mother and both daughters? I didn’t need a second invitation.

Stepping into the shower behind her, I cupped her breasts from behind and started kissing her neck.

Sliding one hand down, I cupped her shaved pussy and started sliding a couple fingers across her opening.

Turning around, Daisy grabbed my shaft and started stroking it. “My God, you are HUGE!” she moaned as I kissed her mouth.

Getting on her knees, she took my hardness in her mouth and started caressing my balls. As much as I wanted it to, it didn’t last long. Within just a few minutes, I stiffened and shot my load in Daisy’s mouth, a lot of it dripping out and on to her boobs.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said as she stood up once I was spent.

“I wanted to,” she said, “from the moment I walked in the door.” I kissed her, our tongues wrestling passionately while I caressed her naked, wet body.

“My turn now,” I said getting on my knees. Daisy raised a leg, placing it on the vanity counter, giving me access to her pussy.

Taking her in my mouth, I slid my tongue in her hole and started tongue-fucking her. After a few minutes, eyes closed, Daisy was moving her hips in rhythm with my tongue, moaning with pleasure. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I found her swollen clitoris and sucked on it. As my fingers drilled her, I sucked, bit and licked on her clitoris, enjoying the honey dripping from her. Daisy was moaning louder and louder by the minute, building up towards an orgasm.

“Oh God….Oh God….OH MY GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD” she screamed, shaking violently as she came gushing into my mouth. I ate her through her orgasm, lapping up her flowing juices till her breathing returned to normal. Eating a woman to orgasm never fails to turn me on and I was hard again by the time her orgasm had passed.

Her leg was still on the vanity counter as I stood up, rubbing my hard-again cock against her opening.

Her eyes opened wide and she looked down, surprised at seeing me hard again.

“WOW! That quick?” she said smiling as she grabbed my shaft and guided it into her opening. She was surprisingly tight and it took nearly a minute for me to get myself all the way into her. Her eyes went wide and mouth opened in a silent “O” as my hardness filled her pussy. Daisy groaned when I thrust all the way into her slamming my pole into her depths.

Kissing her mouth hungrily, I started moving in and out of her. Over the next 15 minutes as I ate her mouth and devoured her tongue, I kept increasing the tempo, building up to a feverish pace, plowing Daisy hard and deep.

“Cum in me” Daisy grunted between thrusts, “please cum in me.”

“FUCK!!!!” I exclaimed stiffening as her pussy gripped my cock and I erupted in her.


Our first night of NOT sleeping together
“I don’t have a change of clothes,” Daisy said between kisses, my cock slowly going limp inside her. Both of us burst out laughing at that.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself. Grabbing a shirt out of my closet, I handed it to her as she turned the shower off.

I was at the couch with my drink when she walked in wearing my shirt — all the buttons open, she had a “fuck me again” look on her face. Her blue-green panties were visible between the her legs since she had chosen not to button up the shirt.

“Do you HAVE to sleep on the couch?” she asked.

“I guess not,” I said, feeling my cock start to stir again.

“I have a secret to tell you if you will join me in bed.” she said and turned around, walking to my bedroom.


As I entered the bedroom, I found her lying in my bed, the shirt discarded already. As I got in bed, we kissed hungrily for a few minutes before she broke the kiss and guided my mouth to her erect nipples.

As I sucked on her tits, I felt warm liquid fill my mouth.

Pleasantly surprised, I stopped sucking her nipple and looked at her. She was smiling naughtily. “Like it?” she asked. Boy did I like it! Breast milk turns me on even more than eating a woman to orgasm and I my dick sprang erect.

I squeezed her boob till warm milk squirted out before taking it back in my mouth and sucking on her milk. My God, every bit of this woman was delicious. After milking one boob for a few minutes, I took the other in my mouth and started sucking again. My hand slid inside her panties and I entered her with two fingers. She was dripping and started moaning as I started finger fucking her.

“You’re incredible,” I said to Daisy, completely aroused.

“Got enough in the tank to fill me up again?” she asked teasing.

“Just once more?” I asked, making her laugh, “I would love to keep going all night long.”

Stripping her panties off, I lifted her legs high and entered her again. My tongue found hers as I started thrusting into her again. She let me drill her and kiss her that way for a few minutes before pushing me away.

Turning me on my back, Daisy got on top, riding me cowgirl while I played with her boobs and pinched her nipples. After a few minutes, she started leaking milk again.

Daisy groaned and stiffened, erupting in another orgasm. I pulled her down and took her nipple in my mouth, thrusting hard and fast into her as she came. The dual arousal of getting milked and drilled made her go over the edge again — her second wave even more violent than the previous. I let her ride the orgasm before laying her on the back and getting on top.

I hammered away in her as Daisy seemed to go limp with exhaustion from her back-to-back orgasms. She put her hands around my neck and her legs around my back as I pounded her to a frenzy. After ramming into her for ten minutes, I felt my cock swell up as I neared my climax.

“Not yet, not yet, not yet,” Daisy begged as she closed her eyes inched towards another orgasm.

I kept drilling her, struggling to hold back, waiting for her.

“Yes, yes….now, yessssssssss” she screamed shaking like a leaf in a couple minutes, her pussy muscles tightening and milking my cock, taking me over the edge as I filled her.

Totally spent, I collapsed on Daisy, both of us covered in sweat and panting heavily.

“That was mind blowing,” Daisy groaned between pants.

“You are exquisite and delicious, Daisy,” I said, kissing her lovingly.

“You know something,” she said, a wicked look in her eyes.

“What?”

“You are way better than Kandy said you were,” she said, giggling.

“WHAT!!??”

“I didn’t believe her when she said you could cum 3-4 times in a night and were an incredible fuck,” she said kissing me, “but you are better than I ever imagined.”

Wrapped around each other, we drifted off to sleep. She woke up a couple hours later and started stroking my cock, waking me up.

I drained her breasts of her delicious milk and fingered her to an orgasm before mounting her from behind.

I pounded Daisy hard for 20 minutes and she had another orgasm before I creamed her doggie style.

I fucked her again when we woke up the next morning.

“Do we really need to fix up the other bedroom?” she asked and we both laughed.

“You had already got when you came here last night isn’t it?”

Daisy nodded shyly, “My bags are in the car and I am ready to move in. 
I start working in 3 days.” she added.

“You are’t getting out of this bed for two days then,” I said, going hard as I watched her breast start leaking.

We finally stopped fucking for two hours the night before she had to go to work. Getting her bags in, we put her clothes and make up away before returning to bed for more sex.

As I came an hour later, I was wondering whether Daisy and Kandy would enjoy a threesome.


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Part 4 of a 4-part series: American Neighbors
Neighbors with Benefits



“Can I help?” I shouted from my front porch.

It was a hot May morning and the movers had left after unloading a truck load of stuff. My new neighbor seemed to be a 20-something girl cradling a baby on her arms. Drop dead gorgeous, she was about 5′ 5″ tall and curvy, probably trying to still shed the weight she had put on during pregnancy. I couldn’t help wondering why the baby’s dad had left her to deal with the move by herself instead of being there to help.

She was trying to unload an over-stuffed suitcase from the trunk of her SUV while rocking a crying baby at the same time — and not doing a good job of it — when I offered to help.

“Thanks!” She shouted back, “I would appreciate it a lot.”

I made my way across. “I am Vijay,” I said extending a hand and introducing myself, “your neighbor as you can see, but most call me V.”

“Angela,” she said smiling and shaking my hand, “friends call me Angie.”

“Ok,” I said, “Angela for now, and hopefully Angie soon.”

She giggled at that and I proceeded to unload a couple suitcases from the trunk and a few boxes out of the back seat of her SUV. She led the way back into her house where boxes were piled all over the living room and kitchen. Following her instructions, I left the suitcases in the master bedroom and set the boxes on top of other boxes in the living room.

“Thanks a lot for the help,” she said rocking her baby who had quieted down by now and seemed to be sleeping, “I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” I said looking around, “and don’t hesitate to holler if you need help putting things away and setting up the place.”

“I will take you up on that,” she replied, smiling again.

“Hey listen,” I said, “you obviously can’t cook today with the kitchen the way it is. If you don’t mind home made Indian food, you are welcome to drop by for lunch. Or for milk if your baby needs some, or anything at all.”

“Never tried Indian food,” she said, “I’d love to try. Thanks for being so welcoming.”

“Anytime,” I said.

I left after we exchanged phone numbers and she promised to call as soon as she had the absolute essentials put away, the baby taken care of and had taken a shower.



We were sitting around the dining table, chatting, having just finished eating.

An hour after I left, she had called and then shown up, dressed in a spaghetti strap tank top and shorts, her hair still wet from the shower. Her ample breasts were straining against the flimsy fabric of her tank top, making her nipples poke out. Even though she looked nearly half my age, I couldn’t help the stirring I felt in my pants and struggled to keep a poker face.

Over lunch — between 20 million compliments about the food — I had learned that Angela was 21 years old, exactly half my age. She had moved to the US from France for studies a few years ago and met the dad of her 6-month-old baby boy at college. He was a local sports star and she soon fell for him. They started dating. She eventually moved in with him a year ago and promptly got pregnant.

She was five months pregnant when, one day, the security officer had shown up at her doorstep looking for the guy. She had no idea he dealt in drugs. To make a long story short, he was arrested and was now in jail. She had no intention of having any of his influence on her child and had rented the next door place as soon as college had ended and she had saved up enough money for the deposit. So here she was, a single mom against the world, working as a waitress in a fast food joint nearby.

I told her about myself — 42 years old, single by choice, living alone, a foodie and travel enthusiast and a writer or erotica by profession. She seemed excited about meeting a real author of erotica in person and demanded to see some of my writing. I told her about Secret Hopes and she promised to check it out once she got back home.



Over the next few weeks, she came over quite regularly, truly seeming to enjoy Indian food and had invited me over as many times and treated me to some delicious French and American food. The baby and I hit it off and I even babysat for her in the evenings whenever she was working an extra shift.

“Your stories are steamy hot,” she said one day as we finished dinner at her place.

“Thank you,” I said dramatically bowing my head in appreciation.

“They are a single mom’s best friend on lonely, hormonal nights,” she said, and blushing as she realized what she had just said, she added, “sorry, that was too much information that you didn’t want to know.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” I said, “I don’t judge. They are a single man’s best friend too. They are an expression of my erotic side. I am single, unattached and living alone. A guy needs release and — in the absence of beautiful neighbors like present company — writing stories helps.” She blushed at the backhanded compliment.

“Doesn’t writing all these hot scenes not turn you on?” she asked with innocent curiosity.

“Yes, it does,” I conceded nodding sheepishly, “a lot. A guy needs to take matters in his own hands,” I added laughing.

“Oh boy…I hear you,” she said blushing an even deeper shade of pink, “hormones are a bitch.” We both laughed at that.

By the end of the month, we had become good friends, spending considerable amount of time together — the baby and food were convenient excuses to have company instead of being alone.



As familiarity grew and Angela became Angie, her inhibitions progressively disappeared. I had seen her in her lingerie when I was invited for dinner, had seen her breastfeeding her baby, her naked breast on full display except for the nipple that had a baby attached to it, sucking contentedly. I confess, I wished I could suckle on the other nipple whenever I saw her breastfeeding her child.

She felt comfortable (and I felt aroused) hugging me and kissing my cheek, her breasts pressed against my chest. I had held her through horror movies and through emotional moments when she vented about her ordeal since meeting her child’s biological father.

The day the inevitable happened is etched in memory as fresh as if it was yesterday. I had no intention of seducing her and truth be told, she seduced me instead of the other way around.



I’d had the baby all evening. I had just shown up at her place with the baby while she was cooking in a long spaghetti strap tank top but hadn’t bothered to put on shorts. She was busy in the kitchen and I joined her there after the sleeping baby was tucked away in bed in the second bedroom that she had decorated for the baby.

Her back was turned to me as I entered the kitchen and started pulling dishes out of the cabinets to set the table.

“Oh my God!” I gasped as she turned around, my jaw dropping visibly. There were two wet patches on her tank top from obvious lactation she hadn’t been aware of. Embarrassed and red-faced, she ran to her bedroom and reappeared a few minutes later in a similar outfit, only red this time.

Over wine and dinner, as she apologized for the accident, I confessed that I had been extremely turned on by it — that I had always found lactating women erotic.

Over dinner, the conversation turned towards our erotic sides. She wanted to know how much reality went into my stories. I said a lot of what went into the requested stories was dependent on what the requester wanted. In my stories, some things were added just because the storyline demanded it but things that appeared frequently in my stories were because of my own sexual bias towards them.

“So….” she said, looking down and hesitating, “lactation has appeared in your stories as has adult breastfeeding….”

“Yes, both are my fetishes,” I conceded, “and I enjoy eating a woman to orgasm. And I am not a one-and-done guy.”

“Meaning?” she asked.

“Well, I like to do it multiple times, not just once like most guys.”

“Oh!” she said, blushing. An uncomfortable silence followed, with both of us sipping our wine silently, our thoughts in places that were probably inappropriate to share… yet.

“He didn’t like it,” she said finally, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Eating me,” she added, “he did it sometimes, but like a formality and only when I was really needy. He was all about his release and was done once he came, snoring away within minutes while I had to satisfy myself.”

“I am sorry,” I said, “not just about that, but that he even happened in your life. Some guys are just bad news.”

“I am sorry to lay all that on you,” she apologized again, “You probably didn’t want to know those details about my sex life. You probably think I am brash.”

“Not at all.” I said, “you probably would think of me as a pervert if I told you that I find you sexually attractive. That I am turned on whenever I see you feeding the baby. That your very presence turns me on.”

“Really?” she asked, unsure if I was serious or just humoring her.

“Cross my heart,” I said. Another awkward silence followed with both of us sipping our wine silently. The baby woke up wailing and needy and Angie excused herself to feed the baby. I sat at the dining table sipping wine as I heard the crying stop, followed by faint sounds of sucking and then a contented burp. Angie returned a few minutes later, having put the baby back to sleep.

“Would you like to suck them?” She asked after a few uncomfortable minutes, as if reading my mind because I was imagining sucking on those gorgeous lactating tits.

“Oh God yes,” I said, staring at her breasts, “and this is your cue to throw me out.” I added.

Instead, she got off the chair and walked over to me. Sitting on my lap, she pulled one breast out of the tank top, inviting me to suck on it.

As I licked her erect nipple, she moaned, a drop of milk leaking out. I took it in my mouth and sucked hungrily, devouring her warm milk as she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

“I have fantasized about you doing this from the time I read about it in one of your stories,” she said as I continued to suck on her. “And, full disclosure, I have masturbated thinking about you after reading your stories. It’s been so long since…”

“You won’t have to masturbate anymore,” I said taking a break from sucking her nipple and pulling her tank top off completely. Dressed only in her panties, Angie let me suck one nipple followed by the other while my hands played with her free nipple and squeezed the breast. I was rock hard and eager to take it further.

Again, as if reading my mind, Angie got off my lap and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom, taking my shirt off during the short walk, while I got rid of my tracks and underwear.

I got on top of her as she lay in bed. I squeezed a breast till a drop of milk trickled out of her nipple before taking it in my mouth and milking her.

Reaching down, she grabbed my erect shaft and started stroking it.

“Oh FUCK! I had no idea this could be such a turn-on” she said as I sucked her. After a short silence, she added, “your stories suggest you like giving oral and not so much receiving it. Is that right?”

“Um….hmmmm….” I mumbled, nodding in the affirmative into her breast.

“Eat me,” she said, pulling my head off her breast.

Spreading her legs, I moved her panties aside and licked her opening. She had shaved and her young pussy was already moist and glistening with her wetness.

Licking her honey off her pussy, I opened her with my fingers and sucked on her clitoris. Angie groaned as I sucked on her clit and licked it. After a few minutes of devouring her clit, I slid my tongue into her hole, as deep as it would go.

“Oh yesssss…..” Angie hissed as I started rubbing her clit with my thumb while sliding my tongue in and out of her, tongue-fucking her. She started moaning loudly, her eyes closed tight, thrusting her pussy into my mouth in rhythm with my tongue.

“Oh yes, oh God yes… OH FUCKING YESSSSSS,” she was mumbling. Alternating between her clit and hole, I devoured her, hungrily eating her, lapping up her juices while she moaned, groaned and wriggled in pleasure. Before long, I was eating her furiously with my tongue, lips and teeth driving her wild.

“I’m gonna cum,” she groaned after a few minutes of getting eaten, trying to push me away. Instead, I grabbed her hip to hold her in place as her orgasm shook her body.

“OH FUCKKKKKKKK…..YEAAAAHHHH” she screamed and shook, cumming in my mouth. I lapped up her orgasm and continued eating her through and beyond her orgasm. Ten minutes later she came just as violently and yet again five more minutes later. I had just eaten her right through three orgasms and she was begging me to stop.

“Put it in me,” she said between gasps in a raspy, hoarse voice, trying to reach for my shaft as I refused to stop eating her. She had said the magic words.

“I don’t have any protection,” I said.

“I don’t care” she rasped, “just put it in. I want you in me.” she adding commanding me.

Getting between her legs, I rubbed my shaft against her opening, lubricating it. Even though she had cum thrice and was as lubricated as she could be, she was incredibly tight as I entered her. Her muscles were gripping my cock, pulling me into her.

“FUCK, you’re huge,” Angie groaned as I buried myself all the way inside her. Once all the way in, I held myself there and kissed her passionately.

As I started moving inside her, I started sucking on her nipple again, savoring her warm delicious milk. As I moved faster, I sucked harder. Angie was moaning and groaning, thrusting her hips up as I drove down into her.

As her free nipple started leaking milk, I switched nipples. I milked one nipple after the other gradually increasing my tempo.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, ah, yes, ah…” Angie was grunting with every thrust as I slammed all the way into her while continuing to milk her.

“Oh God……” she moaned as my thrusts turned into a frenzied drilling of her pussy, “I’m fuckin’ gonna cum again.”

I started drilling her even faster, building up to my own climax. She must have felt my cock start to throb inside her and swell because she groaned, “wait for me….please wait for me….”

I struggled to not explode, pounding away as fast and as deep as I could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped with each thrust before screaming as her back arched and she came.

As her pussy muscles contracted with her orgasm, I went over the edge and came, thrusting hard into her as my cum erupted deep inside her.

“Oh my fucking God,” Angie gasped after both of us had caught our breath, “that was fucking amazing.”

“You are amazing,” I said, kissing her.

“You are incredible. Best fuck everrrrrrr!” she purred. We lay as a tangled mass of sweaty bodies.

After a few minutes, I asked, “regretting it yet?”

“Nope,” she said smiling and shaking her head, “I was actually wondering….” she said rolling over on top of me, “whether you actually meant it when you said you aren’t a one-and-done guy.” Reaching down, she started stroking my member back to life.

We ended up staying awake all night.



“Did you write something today,” she asked after we had done it a couple times one night.

“Yes, why?” I asked.

“I think I can see a pattern,” she said giggling, “you are different on some days… more intense… more needy… something, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Full disclosure?” I asked looking at her pretty face, flushed from a couple hours of intense fucking and she nodded, smiling. “I often think of the women I write about when we are doing it.” I added, “does that offend you?”

“No, in fact, it turns me on.” she said giggling more, “I suspected it, but wanted to be sure.”

“You know what would be an idea,” she continued, excited and getting on her elbows “we could role play the stories you write, if you want to.”



And so, for the past year or so, we have been doing it at every opportunity — from quickies to whole weekends spent in bed, fucking over and over, taking breaks for the bathroom, to eat and tend to the baby’s needs.

We’ve recreated many of my stories in bed and are often actively playing out the stories as I am creating them. It helps that both of us are virtually insatiable and can’t have enough sex, so if we aren’t doing it as us, we are doing it as the characters in my stories.

Neither of us wants a relationship. She is still smarting from a bad relationship and I am happy with my single status. Both of us are content with our neighbors-with-benefits arrangement. And, I believe, am secretly addicted to her milk now.



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