Hey guys! This is Aryan Kapur from South Kolkata. Friends can call me Abhi too. So, I am 30 now and can be called a later bloomer. I’m 5’6″, good looking, and blessed with a 6.5″ dick, which is enough to please any girl, woman, milf, etc. I am half Muslim.
You can read my stories here, and yes, they are real-life experiences. I write these experiences as I want to share them anonymously with you guys. I am thoroughly enjoying speaking to the ladies and gentlemen who wrote to me with feedback.
Jenny, the Thai milf, had shifted back to Kolkata, and we resumed our fucking. But suddenly, she asked me to do something that completely rocked my world. She told me that she has saved enough money. She has also got her family to open a couple of businesses in Pattaya. She wanted to return there and settle with her family.
But she wanted one thing from me and would be indebted to me if I did it for her. What she said next completely blew me away.
Jenny: I want you to give me a baby
Me:…
Jenny: Yes. I want to have a baby to raise again.
Me: I … don’t … understand.
Jenny: There’s nothing to understand. Just keep fucking and cumming deep inside me. You don’t need to be a father or anything. I’m not asking you for any commitments that way.
Me: Are you sure?
Jenny: Yes. Very.
She was here for another three months, and we took a flat in Picnic Garden. For context, Picnic Garden is a locality in Kolkata where there are many illegal buildings. It’s very easy to get a flat on rent. Most Northeast Indians, Thais, Africans who come to study and work in Kolkata live here.
We took a flat in a building where other Thai ladies were already living in other flats. It was very close to a market. Our arrangement was that I could stay at the flat whenever I wanted in her bedroom. She had a roommate called Sofia (wait for her stories) who stayed in the second bedroom.
The Thai ladies staying in the other flats always had get-togethers, cooked together, and partied together.
The first time we started our baby-making, I had told at home that I will be traveling for work for 5 days. I packed my clothes and shifted to her house, and went to work from there. Jenny said she would cook lunch for me. I hit the lottery because Thai food was absolute fire.
So, at night, we had dinner and got into bed. We had fucked many times before, but this time was going to be different. We had fucked to give and receive pleasure from each other so long. But now, I had an added responsibility to impregnate her.
We had decided to stick to certain postures and positions for sex. That night we started with cuddling and kissing on the neck. She bit my ear, and that turned me on. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I squeezed her breasts over her baby doll dress and slowly took off her clothes. She moaned as I licked her nipples.
She was warming up, and her pussy started to moisten. I went down on her clean shaved pussy. I started licking her hard to make sure it was wet for my dick to go into in one shot. She pulled me up and took my dick in her mouth to make sure my dick was the hardest when it goes in.
After a while, I started fucking her. We had already found our rhythm after fucking so many times, and we fucked long and hard. I had to make sure that she had cum much before I did so her pussy doesn’t push any of my sperm out. Post my cumming in her, she flexed her legs to ease a path for me to cum inside.
We kept fucking 2 times a day at least for the next 5 weeks. She missed her period and did a home pregnancy test, which came out positive. We also got a lab test done, and that came back positive too. Jenny was overjoyed, and we kept fucking for the rest of her stay.
We had grown so emotional and attached to each other that she was sad to leave me. I was too.
I had decided to keep the room after Jenny goes since it was a nice place to bring girls for a romp. In the meanwhile, Sofia and I had also become friends. She had an extremely friendly nature and loved to enjoy and stay happy. She would light up any room by just walking into it.
Both of us knew there would be something happening soon after Jenny leaves. Sofia could hear Jenny screaming and moaning at night as the rooms were separated by a thin wall. But my fate had another pussy for me in store before Sofia’s.
The landlords of the building where we had rented the flat lived in the flat below ours. It was owned by a Marwari man who lived with his wife and small daughter. They also ran a general and medical store on the ground floor of the building. The pregnancy test I had bought for Jenny was from the same store.
The shops were both run by the landlord’s wife, Swati. She looked somewhat like actress Kamna Pathak. She knew well that a guy staying with two other milfs was obviously railing one or both.
Sofia had informed Swati that she will be leaving and that I would keep the room. Swati had now started smiling at me whenever we saw each other. I reciprocated.
One night, while returning from work, I saw Swati all decked up, waiting for a cab. I decided to pull up and ask her if she wants a lift. She was at a wedding not very far from her home but not close enough to walk. It was already past 10 pm.
Given that there were people at the venue, I just slowed my car. I honked my horn for her to notice me and parked my car a little ahead. I saw in my rear-view mirror that she carefully looked around and started walking towards my car.
She quickly came and stood next to my car, unsure whether I was offering her a lift. I got out of the car and spoke.
Me: Swati ji, husband ka wait kar rahi ho kya? (Are you waiting for your husband?)
Swati: Nahi, woh bahar gaye hai. Aur kuch payment issue ke liye mera Uber ka app kaam nahi kar raha hai. (No, he’s not in town. And some payment issue is not letting me book an Uber)
Me: Aaiye, main wahin jaaunga, aapko drop kar deta hun. (I’ll drop you, I’m going that way only)
Swati: Nahi thik hai, main chali jaaungi. (No, it’s ok. I’ll manage)
Me: Please aa jaiye, aur wait mat kijiye. (Please come. No need to wait any longer)
Swati looked around again and got in. She smelled good. We were about 5 minutes away from home. She spoke.
Swati: Jenny kab jaa rahi hai? (When is Jenny leaving?)
Me: Bas Friday ko. (On Friday)
Swati: Oh, achha. Shaadi nahi kar rahe ho usse? (You’re not marrying her)
I got shocked.
Me: Kyun? Matlab aapko kaise pata? (Why? How do you know?)
Swati: Hum auraton ko sab pata hota hai. (Women know everything.)
She gave a naughty smile, and we were almost reaching our destination. She asked to stop a little away from the house, and she got down.
Swati: Milte hai (See you)
She smiled and started walking. I watched her ass swing, and she walked ahead. I was heading to fuck Jenny. As she entered the building passage, it was dark. She was opening the main gate slowly and looked my way as I was entering the passage. In the dim light, I could see her give me a naughty smile.
When I reached the gate, I offered to open the lock. She backed off. But due to the small passage space, she was stuck between me and the wall behind her. My elbow grazed her breasts twice, and that was enough to get my dick hard. Her scent was driving me crazy.
While I was going to fuck Jenny, I was losing my control in the dark. I opened the lock and turned towards her to see her staring at me wide-eyed and taking deep breathes. I realized she was horny as well but was trying to calm herself. I didn’t move, and neither did she.
I looked into her eyes and realized it’s now or never. I moved to kiss her lips, but she moved her lips away. Instead, I started kissing her neck, and that made her catch my neck. She pulled my hair and started kissing me. But suddenly we heard someone’s door open in the building. She got spooked and bolted.
A new fire had been ignited in me, and Jenny’s pussy had to extinguish it for the night. I fucked Jenny so hard that night that I’m sure the entire building had heard her. I fucked her continuously for God knows how long. But I know I ejaculated thrice in her pussy that night, and Jenny got 7 orgasms.
I know this story was long. But if you want to know how I scored with the Marwari milf, send me feedback at [email protected] or on Instagram – writer_abhi.kapur. Also, don’t ask me for the contact details of the girls in my stories.