Hello readers, my name is Ajay. I am new to ISS and I have read many stories of how guys fucked their neighbors and had fun. I also thought of having such fun and finally, one such day came which was a few months ago. I would like to share my real-life sex encounter that happened a few months ago.
Before starting the story, a quick intro about myself. I am 22 years of age and from Mumbai. I guess that’s sufficient as you would be more interested in the story than me.
It is a pretty big apartment building on the outskirts of town with numerous floors and on each floor, a long, winding hallway with many apartment doors. And behind those, there are mostly small apartments. The small apartments are mostly inhabited by individuals or childless married couples.
I had been living here for a few months. I usually left the house early in the morning and did not return until the residents had long since returned from their business. No wonder I hardly knew anyone in the house.
I was astonished when one day at a late hour – it was ten o’clock – the doorbell rang at my apartment door. Outside, the woman from the apartment was standing diagonally across from me in great excitement.
I knew her from seeing. She was no longer very young and had probably already passed forty. She was neatly dressed, had short, blond curly hair, and a few pounds too much.
What was particularly striking about her was her powerful bosom. Whenever I had seen her so far, I thought that I would like to rest on this breast. Now she was standing in front of me. Probably, she was already made ready for the night.
Without make-up, hastily thrown on a pink bathrobe and with a face marked with fear and excitement, she said, “Sorry to disturb you. But I can’t help myself. There’s a spider in my bathroom.”
I didn’t like spiders either. Like so many people, I had a horror of them. But here the opportunity arose to play the hero. And I didn’t want to miss this opportunity.
“That’s not a problem,” I said soothingly, “We’ll have that in a moment.”
I went into my milf neighbour’s apartment. She pointed to a door and whispered, “There it is.”
I walked into the bathroom. The spider was sitting on a tile on the wall. It was a huge specimen, dirty brown in color, and seemed to be looking at me. I grabbed it with a sheet of toilet paper and tossed it out the window.
The woman had been waiting outside the door. When I stepped out of the bathroom again, she looked at me questioningly. Her face was still marked with disgust at the spider.
“Is she gone?” she wanted to know.
“Voila, Madame, gone and gone. The bathroom is yours again,” I replied charmingly, pointing invitingly with my palm in the direction of the bathroom door and laughing at the woman.
“Thank you so much,” continued the woman, “You are so nice. If I were a fairy, you would now have one wish.”
She looked at me, her eyes shone and she ran her tongue over her lips. It was a definite invitation! It was just a matter of reacting correctly and there could be another exciting evening. I thought for a moment and looked the woman in the eye. She returned my gaze.
I responded to my milf neighbour’s allusion, “You don’t need to be a fairy godmother to do that. In addition, fairies always give three free wishes. I already know what I want. But three times.”
She laughed out loud. Her gaze fell on my pants. “Aren’t you overbearing yourself a little?” She stepped up to me and breathed a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be expecting you in half an hour,” she whispered in my ear.
I used the time for a shower and wear some fresh clothes. I was looking forward to this meeting. I didn’t mind that this woman was a few years older than me. It occurred to me that I didn’t even know her name. I mustn’t forget to look at the nameplate on the door afterward, I told myself.
A few minutes later, I rang her doorbell. Before that. I had run to the house quickly and steal a rose from the front yard. I held it out to my milf neighbour when she opened the door.
She was now wearing a shiny silk dressing gown, had her hair trimmed, and put on a little make-up. She led me into the living room. Subtle light and soft music. A candle burned on the table. There were two glasses and a bottle of wine next to it.
We took a seat on the sofa.
“Will you open the bottle, please?” she said and adjusted the glasses. Without a word, I grabbed the bottle and opened it.
My hand trembled a little as I poured it. She watched that.
“Are you excited?” She wanted to know.
“Yes, a little,” I admitted.
“It doesn’t matter,” she continued, “Me too.”
She reached for the glass and toasted me. “My name is Khusboo.”
“My name is Michael.”
She looked at me questioningly after we had drunk. “No kiss?”
I put my glass down, put my arm around my milf neighbour, and kissed her on the mouth. Khusboo returned the kiss immediately. And so the brotherhood kiss immediately turned into a hot, never-ending kiss! She practically sucked on me. Her tongue thrust deep into my mouth and sought the touch of my tongue.
While we kissed, her hand first ran over my back, but then moved over my body to the front and remained for a moment on my pants. But then she began to grasp and looked through the fabric for my tail, found it, and kneaded it with a firm grip.
She continued her kissing undiminished.
“This woman is a volcano,” I thought. I caressed her and my hand quickly wandered under the fabric of her dressing gown and caressed her breast. She was wearing a lace bra. I could feel that. The chest was large and felt tight.
I stroked and pushed my milf neighbour’s bra’s fabric aside. The nipple was exposed. I could feel it as a hard bump and let my fingertip circle around it.
I repeated the same game with the other breast. I could feel the nipple under my finger grow larger and straighten up. Then I let my hand slide further down, over the bare skin to the base of her panties, which were also made of lace.
I stroked the fabric and felt that there was an opening in the crotch. My hand had reached its destination. I felt my neighbour aunty’s labia and almost by itself the middle finger slipped into the gap.
It was wet there. Very wet! Khusboo interrupted our hot kisses. She tilted her head back a little. With her eyes closed, she took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling that I gave her.
She spread her thighs to make it easier for me to access her sanctuary. Her hand had firmly gripped my tail through the fabric of my pants. But then she loosened her grip and first fingered my belt and then the pants.
My mature neighbour grabbed it, searched, and found a way. Finally, with a warm hand, she took my rod, which was now hard to burst. She pushed the skin back and forth. “He stands like a one,” she whispered, “and how tough I am.”
I was proud and pleased with her praise. “And you’re so nice and wet,” I replied to her compliment.
“Take off your clothes,” she said suddenly and let go of me. She got up and took off her dressing gown.
The milf was wearing bright red lingerie underneath. Her tits peeked over the cups of the bra with dark brown areolas in the middle of which two hard nipples were perkily erected. At the bottom, she was wearing red lace panties, which – as I had already felt – were open at the crotch.
Her thick thighs and legs were adorned with red, self-supporting stockings. She had a somewhat stocky figure and a large round bottom on which a hint of orange peel could be seen.
The horny milf took off the bra. Her tits fell slightly because of the size. They were appetizing to look at.
Khusboo seemed to enjoy the way I stared at her. “Come on now,” she asked me again and sat down again. But this time, in one of the two armchairs.
I got up and quickly slipped out of my clothes. When I was only wearing my undies, I hesitated for a moment. But then I brushed me down too.
My cock was big and hard, sloping up and away from my body. I tried to cover it with my hand.
“No, no, don’t do that,” she protested, “I want to see your cock. I like that. And you really don’t need to be ashamed of yourself.”
And after a short pause, she continued, “Come to me. Stand in front of me.”
I stood in front of her. She grabbed the tail again – but this time only with two fingers – and gently pushed the skin back and forth.
Then she reached from below between my legs, grabbed my balls, and massaged them with an infinitely tender grip. Again, she took hold of my cock, lowered her head, and breathed a kiss on the glans.
In the next instant, I felt her lips nestle around the glans and then the head drooped further and I felt my cock sink deep into her mouth. She stayed in this position for a moment, then she moved her head up and down and with these movements, the cock moved back and forth in her mouth.
An incredibly cool feeling flowed through my body! Not that I didn’t know how to get sucked by a woman. But this woman knew what was important. She sucked, let her tongue play, and supported the blowing with a whirling grip of the hand that held my cock. If she continued like this, it could only take a short time and I shot my load in her mouth.
But she let go of me first. “Do you like that?” she asked.
My milf neighbour didn’t wait for an answer but continued, “Now I want to be licked by you.”
She leaned back in the chair, slid her backside as far forward as possible, and spread her thighs. Her pussy lay there like an open wound. I knelt in front of her, put her legs over my shoulders, and sank my face into her crotch. She smelled fresh and must have had a quick shower too.
Slowly, I approached her cunt with my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, touched her clitoris with the tip, and let the tongue dance a little. Then I gently licked the labia. Then I pressed my face into my crotch, pressed my tongue into the gap, and licked as hard as I could. Khusboo groaned and pushed toward me. I tasted it and licked it.
I took turns pulling my tongue over her clit and thrusting it into her hole as deeply as I could.
My arms were around her abdomen and my hands were on her massive ass cheeks. I loved to lick and I made the most of it here. Soon I was rewarded, “Yes,” she called, “Please go on. It will be the same for me. Yes, now it comes, now, now.”
The last words came as little screams from her lips. She pressed her lower body against me even more than before. Then a twitch went through her body.
I was literally shaken and she twitched over and over again. I had stuck my tongue deep in her hole and there too I felt the twitching of her muscles. She came to rest only very slowly and I broke away from her.
My face was wet but I didn’t mind. I checked her face. She still had her eyes closed. But then my milf neighbour looked down at me. “You are insane,” she whispered, “where did you learn that? You are a master sucker.”
I was happy about this renewed praise and I kissed her cunt again. She winced when my lips touched her there again. I knew that it wasn’t just nice feelings for the mature lady, but that her pussy was particularly sensitive to touch after this orgasm.
I got up and sat down next to her on the armchair, put my arm around her and pulled her close. We sat there for a long time without saying a word.
My cock was still hard and stiff and longed to finally cum. But I wanted to wait until she had calmed down a little more. I could use that because I was so horny that it would come to me after a few seconds. I also needed a little time to calm down. But she wouldn’t let me do that.
While we huddled together on the chair, her hand felt its way to my cock and stroked it again. But now, very tenderly.
Somehow she managed to bring her mouth back to the cock in this twisted position and I felt her lips, her tongue, and her warm oral cavity again. But I also felt this well-known tickling in the depths of my body that said to me, “Attention, here it comes!”
For a moment, she let go of me and said, “You can squirt into my mouth. I like that. I think that’s awesome.”
In the next instant, my milf neighbour lady was sucking my cock again. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. It shot out of me and into her mouth. My body twitched and with each twitch, another load of my cream shot into her mouth. Finally, I came to rest again.
She let go of me but not without first licking my cock thoroughly clean. “Come on,” she said, “let’s have a sip of wine.”
Then we were back on the sofa, huddled together. Everyone had an arm around the other and no one spoke a word, only soft music came from the radio.
“Have you cheated on someone now?” she suddenly asked.
“No,” I replied. And after a pause, “Really not. And you?”
“Neither have I, I have been solo for three months.”
Silence again.
“You did a great job,” she whispered a little later, “I didn’t even know how something like this worked.”
She laughed silently. “But you really didn’t notice anything about that,” I replied and kissed her.
“Are you going to do that to me again?” she asked. She grabbed my dick. It hung limp and sad between my legs. She squeezed and massaged me a little. The feeling was pleasant and I felt that I was slowly getting bigger again.
I pulled her close and kissed her. I stroked her breast as I did so.
Finally, I whispered in her ear, “Do you have a bed too?”
A little later, we were lying next to each other in our bed, close together so that we could feel as much skin on skin as possible. She was on her back and I on the side and next to her.
I had laid my head on her chest and was stroking her between the legs. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying my touch. She had also spread her thighs a little so that I could easily reach her in all her particularly sensitive areas.
I wandered my head downward, constantly touching her soft warm skin with my lips until my mouth reached her pussy. I pressed my mouth to my labia, let my tongue thrust out and with it, penetrated between the labia.
I searched and found the clitoris and rubbed it with the tip of my tongue. Khusboo only lay there quietly for a short time and then she began to press her abdomen in rhythmic movements toward my licking.
I cupped her so that my hands were on her buttocks and tried to control her movements a little. We were now lying side by side in the 69 position. She had one leg bent and placed it over my head. In the meantime, she had also grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth. So we lay and licked each other and at the same time.
We enjoyed the feelings we gave each other. It became stronger and more challenging.
“Come on,” she said finally, “I want to really feel you. Put it in me. You’re so nice and hard again. Put your cock in my hole.”
My milf neighbour lay on her back and pulled her thighs up and spread them wide. Again, her pussy gaped like an open wound. It was dark red and wet and shiny from its juice and saliva. I knelt behind her, leaned my upper body forward, and propped myself up over her with long arms.
When I looked down, I could see my cock twitching closer to her wet cunt until I touched her with the tip. I nudged carefully. The bar slid into its hole almost by itself. As deep as I could, I stuck my dick in her hole. Her hot flesh surrounded the hard rod. It felt soft and yet firm again. Above all, this contact gave off an indescribable feeling!
At first slowly and carefully and then in steady, powerful, and deep thrusts – I pushed my cock back and forth in her hole. With each of my thrusts, she pushed her abdomen against me. She had her legs up and crossed on my back. So she could control my shocks with her feet and give them even more strength.
Again, I felt that tickling deep in my body. The juice was about to spurt out of me.
“Is it coming to you too? It doesn’t matter to me,” he stammered.
“Fuck me please. Push me,” the milf replied, panting. And then, “Yes, yes, give me your juice, inject it into me.” She pressed her abdomen against me and her body twitched. But I didn’t notice that because my body twitched too.
I squirted my juice deep into her as she was shaken by her orgasm. Then I lowered my body on top of her.
Now and then and at ever-increasing intervals, our bodies twitched. Both were breathing heavily and neither said anything. My cock was still stiff and stuck deep in her hole. Only very slowly did it become softer and smaller.
Finally, however, I rolled off of her and then lay next to her.
“Actually, the spider should have gotten lost in my bathroom a few months ago,” she said. I just grunted in response.
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