Adultery My dairies

[Ram Prasad]

The events in my diaries begin with the first event of any sexual relevance way back in 2004, when I was in Class 9 and all of 14 years.
This recollection is of Sruthi Hassan, a resident of my suburb, who also happened to be a friend’s second cousin. My encounters with Sruthi were more of the adolescent craze of eve-teasing type, which assumed alarming proportions by my own standards. It became more of an obsession until I forced myself to quit stalking her when I realized that she was a friend’s cousin.
She must have been 18 then and I, 14. She was fair, tall, reasonably well built, not the skinny type, and very well endowed for her age. She had large breasts for her frame, definitely a D-cup, and they were soft, and I could vouch for it. She had long hair until her waist, which she would tie into a double ponytail.
I had stalked her for some time and I knew her movements exactly to the dot. She would move out of her house around 5.00 pm for the market which was about a kilometer away. She would accompany her mother and her younger sister, Akshara Hassan, who was equally a stunner, but I would have preferred  over Sruthi given a choice.

[Ram Prasad]

Sister Akshara

[Ram Prasad]

They would walk it up to the market and I would often lose sight of them in the crowd. But I had a strategic location, where I would wait for them to return after about an hour of shopping for their daily groceries.

I would spot them and move behind them at a safe distance of about 10 meters or so. I would drool over the swaying bums of the two sisters. Often I would cross the road, overtake them and then cross again and approach them from the front, this time drooling over the sight of their heavy bouncing busts.

This evening activity went on for some months, until the mother apparently had initiated her daughters into shopping alone. I found one fine day that only the daughters came out for their evening business of shopping groceries. Till that day, I had never dared to be within 5 feet distance with the matron around. Now my guts grew and I found myself soon trying to brush with their beautiful bodies.


I would walk very close to them from the front in the crowded roads, and brush their private parts with my palms and then disappear into the crowd before they realized and turned around. This would repeat many times during an evening, switching between the privates of either sister.

I soon graduated to pinching their bottoms from the back. I moved on in my bravado until I would manipulate my position immediately behind their backs and brush my semi erect rod on their buttocks. Though buttocks very never my fetish, I have a fetish for breasts. I longed to feel their breasts in my hands.

[Ram Prasad]

One day, the sisters were alone and on the way home. I over took them and as I passed by them, I whispered into Sruthi’s ear “Will you feed me your milk?" and then literally jogged away. Out of sight, I waited to see their reaction and they were animatedly discussing something and were examining their parts visually. I found courage and this time I approached them from the front and she probably realised that I was the same chap who asked the lewd question. When I was a foot or two close to them, she stopped in her tracks and posed a direct question,”what do you want?"

I froze, not expecting a retort. I fumbled,”your milk" and I fled the scene. They were amused and I saw them laughing all the way back home.


I was red with embarrassment but that day I shagged my balls out in the fantasy that Sruthi had fed me her breast milk.

My longing for her breasts was fulfilled soon. This time it was Sruthi alone and I found that she was wary. She was nervous and I could see that. On her way back, as usual, I stalked her. I had plans to hold her breasts that day and I chose a lonely stretch of a road. I overtook her from the across the road, crossed the road into the lonely stretch and made my way back on the same side. Thankfully, there were just 3 people on the street other than us and they had crossed me already on my way to Sruthi and were at least a good 15 meters away. I saw that Sruthi noticed me coming. She had obviously recognized her stalker. She froze in her tracks, which was in a way good for me. I walked up to her, smiled and then suddenly before I realized, she had grabbed my hands. I tried to shake her off. But to my surprise, she led my hands to her massive breasts and pressed them. She rubbed them hard and I found myself squeezing her soft but firm breast flesh. I pumped a couple of times, and then I freed myself and ran for my life fearing the worst. She had caught me off guard.



That was not the last time. Soon I found her very receptive to my stalking. She would look back at me at similar lonely spots and invite me over with a smile. And instead of the usual crossing and recrossing the road, I would just speed up to her and hold her waist briefly with one hand and the other moving over without a delay, to her boobs to feel and crush them, which she obviously enjoyed. This was borne by the fact that on one occasion; she smilingly invited me over to her side even when her sister was next to her and allowed me the liberty of feeling up her younger sister Akshara.

My only activity of any sexual note was to feel them up and press they’re more than a handful breasts. We had this all planned and it was a daily affair that ended in my masturbating in my bathroom, imagining to be sucking their breast milk.

But it soon had to stop. I discovered out that they were my classmate’s cousins and I made it a point to avoid playing with them in future.

Years have passed now, and I find Sruthi and Akshara bloated in size and a far cry from whom I was following in my teens. Sruthi, though, has failed to recognize me as the same guy who pleasured her and her sister’s breasts years ago.


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[Rahulk11]

Nice start

[blackdesk]

hey what a erotic , kinky story line. you could have made it a detailed long episode for a sexy story. please write more and long updates.

[Premkumar65]

One day, the sisters were alone and on the way home. I over took them and as I passed by them, I whispered into Sruthi’s ear “Will you feed me your milk?" and then literally jogged away. Out of sight, I waited to see their reaction and they were animatedly discussing something and were examining their parts visually. I found courage and this time I approached them from the front and she probably realised that I was the same chap who asked the lewd question. When I was a foot or two close to them, she stopped in her tracks and posed a direct question,”what do you want?"

I froze, not expecting a retort. I fumbled,”your milk" and I fled the scene. They were amused and I saw them laughing all the way back home.


I was red with embarrassment but that day I shagged my balls out in the fantasy that Sruthi had fed me her breast milk.

My longing for her breasts was fulfilled soon. This time it was Sruthi alone and I found that she was wary. She was nervous and I could see that. On her way back, as usual, I stalked her. I had plans to hold her breasts that day and I chose a lonely stretch of a road. I overtook her from the across the road, crossed the road into the lonely stretch and made my way back on the same side. Thankfully, there were just 3 people on the street other than us and they had crossed me already on my way to Sruthi and were at least a good 15 meters away. I saw that Sruthi noticed me coming. She had obviously recognized her stalker. She froze in her tracks, which was in a way good for me. I walked up to her, smiled and then suddenly before I realized, she had grabbed my hands. I tried to shake her off. But to my surprise, she led my hands to her massive breasts and pressed them. She rubbed them hard and I found myself squeezing her soft but firm breast flesh. I pumped a couple of times, and then I freed myself and ran for my life fearing the worst. She had caught me off guard.



That was not the last time. Soon I found her very receptive to my stalking. She would look back at me at similar lonely spots and invite me over with a smile. And instead of the usual crossing and recrossing the road, I would just speed up to her and hold her waist briefly with one hand and the other moving over without a delay, to her boobs to feel and crush them, which she obviously enjoyed. This was borne by the fact that on one occasion; she smilingly invited me over to her side even when her sister was next to her and allowed me the liberty of feeling up her younger sister Akshara.

My only activity of any sexual note was to feel them up and press they’re more than a handful breasts. We had this all planned and it was a daily affair that ended in my masturbating in my bathroom, imagining to be sucking their breast milk.

But it soon had to stop. I discovered out that they were my classmate’s cousins and I made it a point to avoid playing with them in future.

Years have passed now, and I find Sruthi and Akshara bloated in size and a far cry from whom I was following in my teens. Sruthi, though, has failed to recognize me as the same guy who pleasured her and her sister’s breasts years ago.


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wonderful start. Post more pages of your diary. I am sure they will be interesting.

[abcturbine]

Waiting for your erotic writings....