Hey everyone! I’m back here with the second part of getting laid with my neighbour MILF in Australia. I’m John (that’s my pen name), I’m 27, average build, a Mallu guy living in Australia. Quick heads-up: don’t ask about the heroine’s details in this story – it’s private.
So, a week after the previous incident with her. When I got up and looked at my phone, I saw 5 messages. When I checked, it was from Treasa aunty. I opened it eagerly. It was a voice note. It says that she is in her ovulation and craving to get fucked,
So, she want to do it again today! I was told to come after 10 o’clock at night as her husband would be on nightshift. I texted ok and continued sleeping for some time.
Around 11 am, I woke up and got up from the bed, showered and freshened up. After all, it was noon. I cooked my brunch and watched a series to kill some time. In the evening, I headed out for a gym session, had a good protein-rich dinner and got back home.
When it was 9:50, I quietly left my apartment and drove all the way to Teresa’s house. I reached there around 10:15 pm, and I didn’t ring the bell. I called her via phone. Within a moment, the door was opened, and Tresa came out. For a moment, I looked at plump yet pretty Treasa and remained stunned.
“Damn, John, why are you looking at me like seeing me for the first time? Come inside,” she added.
“Aunty, you’re looking so damn hot today, I’m feeling like having you for the whole night,” I said.
Surprisingly, that night she was wearing a red saree with a sleeveless blouse. As she already knew that I’m a sucker for women in a saree. Her 34D-sized breasts, ready to pop out of the bra, could be seen through her blouse. All I was thinking about was how to fondle those boobs tonight.
She invited me inside and gave me a soft drink, then walked me to the lounge. I understood that she was craving so hard, so I started teasing her by smooching on her neck and sucking her juicy lips. She got turned on so much that she responded vigorously to me.
We continued that for a while, and she told me, “Let’s go to the bedroom, as kids might hear us from here.” She walked to the bedroom, and I went to take a pee. Once I came back to the bedroom, I saw Treasa aunty sitting in the bed, scrolling with her saree pallu off.
I literally lost my control when I saw this. I ran and hugged them, then kissed my Aunty.
Aunt: Da, nirthu ingane venda. (Stop it, I don’t want to have it like this.) I have something to do with you. After that, let’s start.
She asked me not to do anything till she says to do. I understood the drill and kept looking at her stripping the saree. She was now in a black sizzling sleeveless blouse and a black shiny petticoat. I was about to pull the string of the petticoat, and she gave a pinch.
She said, “Aakrantham Kattenda Vilambitharam.” (Don’t be aggressive, I will serve it for you, honey). She then removed her blouse and petticoat, now she was standing like a pole stripper with thongs, red bra and red panties.
She removed her panties, and I saw bushy pussy, aww. Then she gave me a shaving set, showed me that bushy pink paradise and told me to shave it. I was anxious and a little scared. The mood and the night would be spoiled if I made any bruises while shaving!
She took off my shirt and pants. I am on my briefs now. She took me to the bathroom. Then she took off those bras and sat on the wash basin table with her legs wide open.
I slowly started to shave the area around the clitoris. My hand started shaking. Shaking and trembling, but I didn’t lose my confidence, and in the end, it was cleaned. I said it’s done and asked her to clean and go to the bedroom.
Aunty: Wait, don’t go, da.
Me: Now what?
Aunty: Let’s take a bath together.
My Aunty held me and stood under the shower. My briefs became completely wet in no time. Aunty took it off. And my meat was standing up like a flag post.
My Aunty and I stood in the shower, hugging and kissing. I held my Aunty from behind and started kissing her all over.
My Aunt’s 2 boobs were kneaded by my hands to drool. I fondled them well, and she enjoyed the grip very well. I showered my Aunty with soap, and she bathed me. We proceeded to the bedroom after taking a shower and cleaning ourselves. As my Aunty paused to switch on the fan, I remarked,
“Aunty, don’t turn it on, I want the sweat of this toffee. I want to drink it all today.”
Aunty: Kalla. Well, I’m not turning it on like your choice.
She said and hugged me. The cold chilled our bodies after that bath. Something warms up in that hug. I started licking Aunty’s lips. We were exchanging spittles back and forth. Aunty is doing well. One of my hands went to my Aunt’s breast, and the other to the shaved pink pussies.
We continued this, and Aunty started sweating. Sweat began to flow down the neck of the Aunty. I kissed my Aunty’s neck and started licking all the sweat. I understand what the little tingle Aunty is feeling. I lifted my Aunty’s armpit slowly and licked it as well, now I lost my control.
My Aunty was shoved to the bed by me. Instructed my Aunty to hold off. She spread both her legs wide. It signalled me to do the honours on her pink paradise. I greedily started licking around my Aunty’s pussy. The smell of sweat and that wet pussy intoxicated me.
I was licking for a while. While I thoroughly enjoyed the softness of my Aunty’s breasts. I raised my face and looked at my Aunty. My Aunty is all sweaty in the bath. I asked my Aunty if I wanted to turn on the fan.
“No, I like you more,” said my Aunty and pulled me up. Then she said to suck her breast for some time. When I saw those round, juicy breasts, I became more vigorous. I started sucking it alternately. After doing that for a while, I went down again.
I slowly put my fingers in her pussy and started to hit that G-spot. She was enjoying it to the core and began to moan. In the meantime, I asked my Aunty something, “Aunty, does your hubby like doing this?”
Aunty: Oh God, he’s quite selfish, and he would stop and sleep once he cums. I am really disappointed with my sexual life. Now, I’m kinda lucky to have you.
When I heard that, I put 2 fingers in my Aunty’s pussy. I started licking her pussy along with fingering her.
This literally took her to the peak of satisfaction. Aunty is moaning. Suddenly, she cum and I tasted a bit of her love juices and cleaned them with a towel. Then she pulled me up on top of her and kissed me so hard.
She said, “It’s been a while since my little boy started to hold his head up, and I can’t ignore it anymore.”
She went to the kitchen to get some water and Vegemite jam (A popular spread in Australia). She said, “Eda, if you’re cumming I want to have it in my boobs first. You know, I really like men with pubic hair,” and winked at me. My 6.5-inch dick had stuck up again and was throbbing.
She bent down between my legs and took the Vegemite jam. She poured some on her hand and massaged herself. Her tits were bouncing in front of my eyes as she stimulated her nipples. Then she slid her body over me, so the jam is also on me. Its smell was fucking erotic.
Then she poured a substantial amount of it on my dick and gave me a hand job, followed by the head. She was so good at it, and I felt like she was an expert; she ate all the Vegemite from my dick by her head job. It was so great I could cum right then.
But I couldn’t disappoint her. So, I held my urges and controlled, but she couldn’t control herself anymore.
Aunty: Stop teasing John, and I want to get fucked badly.
Me: Haha, aunty. You’ve got to beg me to fuck you.
Aunty: Please, please, goddamn fuck me. I am so fucking horny. Please!
Me: Aunty, there is a twist, you need to call me ‘master’ from now on.
Aunty: Oh, you’re making things spicier, huh?
Aunty: Angane ayyikote (Like whatever). My lovely Master, please fuck the hell out of me.
Me: Oh yeah, aunty!
I rubbed my dick on her pussy entrance. She was literally wriggling. Then I wiped out the Vegemite residue and pumped it in here.
Aunty: Ah! Yeah, that’s so good. Fuck me, lovely master. Fuck my brains out.
I started slow, burying myself deep, testing her reactions. It didn’t satisfy me for long. I wanted more, and I wanted to make her lose control with me. She picked up on that instantly, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deep inside her.
I wrapped my hands around her hips and raised her a little, pushing deeply into her. Her moans grew louder, ragged, pouring out of her. I thrust as deep as I was able, pinning her, and her body spasmed. She gasped, her fingers biting into my back as she came hard and fast, a messy and overpowering rush.
When it was through, she relaxed beneath me. I could see it in the way her muscles gave way, in the shallow movements of her chest. She was done. I wasn’t.
She fell onto the bed, eyes half-closed, lips parted, and completely drained yet happy. I bent to kiss her lips, caressing her gently, before moving my lips to her neck. She kissed back weakly, her lips barely having the strength to do so. When I turned her over to her stomach, she let out a deep breath.
“Let it be enough for today,” she murmured. “Give me a little time… I’ll take care of you once I have the energy.”
I stood up straight, and my tone shifted abruptly.
“Enough?” I asked abruptly. “You’re refusing your master now?”
She hesitated. Didn’t answer as she was supposed to.
‘You did not even call me ‘master,” I said. ‘This shows that you must learn.’
I opened her legs wider and pushed my middle finger against her, making it go inside her ass.
She cried out right away. “Ah, no, daa, not there! Please. Don’t go into my asshole, please! I’m a virgin down there.”
“That’s no reason to avoid it,” I said firmly. “That’s all the more reason to do it,” I said.
She took a sharp breath as I moved my finger again, slowly but surely. “It hurts,” she gasped, clenching her fists so tight that her arms shook with the effort. She gripped me instinctively, her very body rigid with tension. However, she didn’t move away.
“Breathe,” I told her. “You’ll get used to it.”
She groaned, half in pain, half in surrender. She was clean—there was nothing to hesitate over—and I felt her resistance ease ever so slightly. I withdrew my finger and brought it to her lips.
“Open,” I said.
She paused, looking up at me, then opened her mouth. I slipped my finger inside.
“Taste it,” I commanded.
Her mouth engulfed it. Sucked. Quietly. Ashamed but complying. Her cheeks flushed as she followed every instruction I gave her. I stood behind her, getting into position. I raised her ass higher. She was forced into position. Her legs were on the bed, hands on her hips, head down. I was pressed against her pussy. I went inside again.
She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound. “Oh…” She whispered the words, her breathing uneven. Her body was moving with mine, but there was no orgasm, just a moan of hunger.
I grasped her chin and pulled her head up a little bit. “You’re not finished yet,” I said.
My other hand slid between her legs, caressing her clit while squeezing her breasts forcefully. I screwed her from behind, mercilessly. She reacted immediately, moaning louder, pushing back against me.
“Yes… Don’t stop,” she said, her voice shaking. I could feel her pussy contract around me. I was almost there, I knew it, but before I could slow myself, she reached back, grasped my neck, and pulled me toward her.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
I hardly had time to register what was happening before she was shaking and climaxing, her legs buckling beneath her. I caught her easily and held her fast as she gasped for air.
I placed her gently on the bed and pressed myself in between her breasts. She was watching me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“Finish,” she said quietly.
She took me into her mouth after that, her head bobbing back and forth effortlessly. I groaned, coming into her mouth, spilling into it. She gagged, part of it trickling into her chest, but the rest was swallowed, and then she licked herself clean.
She chuckled softly and looked up at me. “That’s better than my husband, I must say. We stuck together a bit after, while our bodies cooled, and then showered together to clean up the scene. Before I left, she kissed me slowly and gave me a bottle of Tom Ford perfume.
“For tonight,” she said. It was almost three when I drove home. Her husband would be returning soon. If there’s another night like this one, then there’ll be more to tell.
If you’re interested, please read my other stories and leave feedback. Don’t forget to give me your feedback on the email given below. Please feel free to contact me on GChat, [email protected].