Lust For Neighbour Since Teenage

The following sex story is based on a real-life incident. The names of the characters are changed for obvious reasons. The story is a bit long and has been divided into two parts. You can send your feedback on [email protected]. Privacy is guaranteed. No exchange of photos or numbers or meeting up promises. I hope you enjoy the story.

I was introduced to the world of sex when I was a teen. Sex, masturbation and porn, all these excited me way too much and I was very curious to know more and more. I did make a girlfriend next year. But couldn’t go beyond 2nd base.

I have had a neighbor. She was the queen of my dreams. Her name was Ayesha Aunty. Even after giving birth to two girls, she managed to keep the body in shape. I had no bad intention towards her. But one incident changed everything.

I clearly remember the color of the suit that she was wearing that day. It was Russian blue. And thank Jesus that it was summer. She was not carrying her dupatta. I had just taken the final exams of high school and was enjoying my holidays. I was sitting on watching television. She came to my home and sat on the floor with my mom and started cutting vegetables. It was their usual routine. They would gossip about the world and cut vegetables at that time of the day.

She was sitting facing me but at almost 60 degrees to my right, and my mom was facing her. From that angle, her face and her breasts were clearly visible to me. And that I am pretty sure she was not wearing any bra.

That was the first time I was looking at a cleavage. For the next 15 mins I couldn’t take my eyes away. Obviously, I was a kid, so no one suspected anything. I was free to stare at those breasts. The view was amazing. There was a teel (black spot) on her cleavage. Not exactly in the middle of the valley, but a little on the right side. That teel made me go crazy. That teel and that moment were the reason for my masturbation for the next few weeks.That incident changed my intention towards her completely. I started starting at her breasts and checking out her ass.

After class 9, I was introduced to Indian sex stories. These stories gave me some confidence and inspired me to work on my story.

She casually came to my house twice or thrice a day to meet my mother. I started looking at her without fear of being caught. In fact, I wanted her to catch me staring at her. So that she slaps me or punishes me. But nothing of this sort ever happened.

After completing my board exams I used to stay at home and study for my advanced exams. I used to find ways to go to her house. Just to catch a glimpse of her body.

She had birds in her balcony. I sometimes used to feed them and play with them. To this very day, I thank those birds.

She was working in her kitchen when I entered her house. She didn’t know I had come. And I didn’t want to disturb her. So I straight away went to her balcony on the pretext of playing with the birds. I saw wet clothes were hanging on the balcony. I immediately started searching for her panties. And I found one. Black panty. A quote was written on it ‘i am a drug that you can’t resist.’

As soon as I read that line I had a hard on. I smelled the panty, but unfortunately, it was washed. I placed it where it was and started searching for her bra. I knew her breasts were surely 34D but I wanted to confirm. But I couldn’t find any bras. I saw aunty coming to her room.

I immediately started pretending as if I am feeding her birds. I waited for 3-4 minutes, but she didn’t enter the balcony. So I peeped inside her bedroom and found out that she was lying on the bed facing the ceiling. I thought she didn’t see me so I should perhaps stay back in the balcony.

I started feeding the birds again. And after 5-7 minutes I heard a noise. It was coming from the bedroom. So I peeped again.

My eyes popped out. The queen of my dreams was in bed pleasuring herself. Her right hand was inside her pajama. Her breasts were rapidly moving up and down. I didn’t know what to do. My throat dried. I could barely stand. And then a scene from American pie popped in my mind, where a girl masturbates and a boy enters the room and asks confidently, ‘do you need a hand?’

I decided to do that. I waited for 5 mins so that she could reach the state of trance and she would be so horny that she won’t say no to me.

And as I again peeped inside the room, she was vigorously moving her hand and now her moans had become louder.She was biting her lips and her left hand had started to play with her own breasts. In a flash, she removed her pyajamas and her panties. There she was lying half naked pleasuring herself.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I entered the room and said, “do you need an extra hand, aunty?”

She was shocked to see me. Her fingers came out of her vagina and she had turned all red. She was embarrassed. But she didn’t react at all.

I didn’t wait for a single second. I knew if she came back to her senses, she would react unfavorably. I was also terrified as fuck. I lost my erection because I was not aroused now. I was scared.

But then I walked towards the bed, placed my face between her legs and kissed her vertical lips. And started using my tongue. She was already wet and as soon as I touched her with my lips. She moaned. She was fighting with her feelings. But I didn’t give her any time to think anything. I put my tongue inside her wet tight vagina and my thumb started to play with her clitoris.

She moaned louder and louder. I stopped to look at her face. She was enjoying my work. I put my fingers inside her and started finger fucking her. I was searching for her g spot. I wanted her to experience the orgasm of her life. I put my another finger inside. And I found her g spot. As soon as I started scratching her g spot, she moaned like a young girl getting fucked for the very first time.

The next part of the story involves a great turn of events. The next part will be published on the basis of the reviews of the readers. Comments and feedback of Bhabhis and aunties will be appreciated.