I am Vikram from Chennai, and I love writing stories. In order to improve readers’ reading experiences, I compose both fiction and true stories.
This is a story about a young man who had an intense sexual encounter with his neighbour aunty.
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Akash, a young engineering student with a passion for model photography, had a fit, athletic body that was the envy of many. His muscular arms and six-pack abs rippled with every move he made, a testament to his dedication to sports.
His new neighbour, Malar, was a recently divorced 36-year-old professor with a killer figure to match. With a 38D bust and a 32-inch waist, her hourglass silhouette was a sight to behold. Her tight, round ass was the kind that made jaws drop, and her perfectly toned legs seemed to go on for miles. Despite her age, she had a youthful glow that radiated from her, captivating everyone she met.
The day they met, Akash had answered the door to find Malar standing there in a stunning yellow sari that hugged her voluptuous body like a second skin. Her deep brown eyes sparkled as she greeted him with a warm smile, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her blouse clung to her ample cleavage. She had come to introduce herself and bring over some sweets, but Akash couldn’t focus on anything but the jiggle of her ass as she turned to leave. It was clear she was not shy about her sexuality, which only made him more intrigued.
Days turned into weeks, and their friendship grew stronger. Akash had shown his neighbour aunty Malar his portfolio, and she had expressed an interest in modeling for him. Akash was thrilled at the prospect, knowing that her body would be a masterpiece in front of his camera. They decided to start with a simple photoshoot in a brown transparent sari that she had picked out. As they set up the lighting and background, Malar began to open up about her own desires and past dreams of modeling.
The first photoshoot was a success, with Akash capturing the essence of his neighbour aunty’s beauty. However, he yearned for more. He had always been fascinated by boudoir photography, the art of capturing the raw sexuality of a subject in their most vulnerable state. When Malar asked if she could trust him with her naked body, he swore to keep it a secret. The thought of her bare skin glistening in the light was almost too much to handle, but he remained professional, eager to create something truly special.
Malar emerged from the bathroom, her body glistening with oil. She had applied it as Akash had instructed, making her curves pop and her skin shine. Akash took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his pants. Her firm, round breasts begged to be touched, and her tight ass was a vision of perfection. He snapped away, each click of the camera capturing a moment of pure eroticism.
But the real magic began when Malar suggested they try to replicate the poses from the Kajuraho statues she had seen. Akash’s heart raced as he set the camera to timer and took his place beside her. The first pose had them entwined, their bodies pressed together as if in a passionate dance. Akash’s cock grew harder with every touch, and Malar could feel the heat emanating from his body.
The second pose had Malar leaning back against Akash, her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her up. His cock rested at the entrance of her wet pussy, and as they kissed, he could feel her body begging for more. The timer went off, and the camera captured the raw passion in their eyes.
But it was the third pose that pushed them over the edge. Malar straddled Akash, her pussy poised over his thick, erect cock. As they kissed, he couldn’t help but push inside her, feeling her warm, tight embrace. She moaned into his mouth, her body already on the brink of an orgasm. Akash had never felt anything so amazing, his cock sliding in and out of his neighbour with ease, filling her completely.
“Oh, Akash,” Malar breathed, her eyes glazed over with lust. “You’re so big, so deep…”
Her words only spurred him on, and he began to thrust faster, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. Malar’s large, round breasts bounced with each stroke, her nipples erect and begging for attention. Akash leaned forward, taking one into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before flicking it with his tongue. Malar’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back as she met his every thrust.
The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their muffled cries of pleasure. Akash felt his orgasm building, his cock swelling inside her tight, wet pussy. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, and the thought of filling her up with his cum was almost too much to handle.
“Malar, baby, I’m going to cum,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
“Do it,” she panted. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Akash released his load deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her welcoming warmth. Malar’s own orgasm crashed over her, her body trembling as she clung to him, her pussy spasming around his shaft. They stayed connected for a few moments, both lost in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
As they finally pulled apart, Akash couldn’t help but admire the view of Malar’s body, still glistening with sweat and oil. Her ass looked even more incredible than before, the muscles tight and firm from the exertion. He reached out, giving her a gentle slap that echoed in the room, leaving a rosy handprint on her cheek. She giggled, the sound music to his ears.
“Now, that’s a photoshoot I won’t forget,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.
Malar leaned back against the bed, her chest heaving with each breath she took. “Neither will I, Akash. That was… amazing.”
Akash leaned over, planting a soft kiss on Malar’s forehead. “Thank you for trusting me, aunty.”
“Thank you for making my fantasy come true, Akash,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.
“The pleasure was all mine, aunty,” Akash replied, his voice husky with desire. He couldn’t believe he had just had sex with his neighbor, a woman twice his age. Yet, here they were, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of passion and sweat.
Malar sat up, her large, round breasts swaying with the movement. Akash couldn’t help but stare as the oil glistened on her skin, making her look like a golden goddess. Her areolae were the color of dark chocolate, and her nipples stood erect, begging to be sucked. He leaned in and took one in his mouth, feeling it harden further under his tongue. Malar moaned, her hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, urging him closer.
“Oh, Akash,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “That feels so good.”
Her hand slid down his back, her nails scraping lightly along his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She reached his ass, her fingers digging into the firm flesh. Akash felt his cock twitch in response, already eager for more. He pulled away from her breast and looked into her eyes, the lust in them unmistakable.
“Do you want more, aunty?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
Without another word, Akash positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing tall and proud. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her pussy, the soft pink flesh glistening with their combined juices. He slid a finger inside her, finding her wet and ready for him. Malar gasped, her hips rising to meet his touch.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Akash didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed his cock back inside her, feeling her tight pussy stretch around him. Her walls clamped down, and he had to bite back a groan. She was so warm, so wet, so perfect. He began to move, his hips pumping in a slow, steady rhythm that had Malar’s eyes rolling back in her head.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “It’s so big…”
Akash leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue explored her, tasting the sweetness of her lips. As he fucked her, his hand found her clit, playing with it in a way that made her body arch off the bed. Malar’s moans grew louder, her nails raking down his back.
“I’m going to cum,” she panted against his lips. “Don’t stop, Akash, don’t stop…”
His hot neighbour’s words only made him drive into her harder, his cock plunging deep inside her. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. And then she was coming, her walls contracting around him in a vice-like grip that had him seeing stars. He pulled out just in time to cover her stomach with his cum, watching as it pooled and dripped down to her pussy.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still joined. Akash couldn’t believe the turn of events, but he knew one thing for sure – he had just experienced the best sex of his life. Malar, on the other hand, felt a mix of pleasure and surprise. She had never expected to find such a skilled and enthusiastic lover in the boy next door.
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I hope you liked the story, and I will see you all again soon with another wonderful story.