Neighbor’s Innocent Daughter

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Seducing Mala wasn’t easy. It took months. Not because she was into someone else. Not even because she wasn’t interested in me. Not even because her morals or values wouldn’t allow it. It was just simply that she was so much of a tom boy that she was totally out of touch with her sexuality.

Is it just me or have any of you felt that the sexier a person is, the less they are aware of their sexiness? Mala sure was a perfect example of such a girl.

Before Mala moved to the apartment next door, I’d had an affair with the old neighbor’s wife Arundhati.

When she finally moved out of the apartment from across the street from mine, she left an emptiness. I was still a teenager when she moved out.

At that hormonal age, when you get used to enjoying an incredibly sexy and hungry woman almost everyday, it isn’t easy when she moves away.

For close to a year though, the apartment Arundhati used to live in remained empty — till Mala moved in. And when she did, I took it as a sign.

Not only had I stepped into the 20s by now, my horniness had gone into overdrive and here was pure erotica stoking the fire.

Is it just me or have any of you felt that the sexier a person is, the less they are aware of their sexiness? Mala sure was a perfect example of such a girl.

The bustiest and by far the sexiest girl in my locality, Mala was sheer erotica in motion.

Large twinkling eyes were the highlights of her baby-faced beauty. Her full lips made me ache to kiss them. Her curvy, slightly chubby body made me hard, just thinking about her.

Her boobs were the highlights though. She was blessed with boobs that would make any man’s blood race. That she flaunted them in flimsy tops that her nipples poked through had me salivating every time I saw her.

And when a girl like that moves into the apartment across the street, you’d be a fool not to take it as a sign that she was here to fill the void you had and get filled in the process.

Why else would she pick the apartment across yours to move into when there were so many others right?

And yet, as the days, weeks and months passed, I started to wonder whether it was just my wishful thinking…

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” Hieeeeeeeeee!!!!” I heard and looked out my bedroom window that I had just walked past.

“Hey…hello,” I called back waving back as I saw this cute, bubbly girl girl waving at me from the opposite living room. She looked to be around 18 or 19 years old.

“I am Mala, you?” she asked.

“Vijay,” I replied “you moved in recently?”

“Yes, two days ago,” she said, and then added, “with Daddy. well, he’s not really my Daddy. He’s my mom’s second husband and raised me… in an all-ladies boarding school.”

“Ok!” I said, “nice to meet you Mala.”

“Are you free?” she asked.

“Yes, why?”

“Can I come over? I am bored at home alone. Not used to being alone na.”

“Sure, come over” I said.

“Be right there,” she said and disappeared off view.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell and let the hottest teenage girl I had ever seen into my apartment.

Mala was wearing a tight figure-hugging top — that was at least a size or two small for her busty torso. Below, she had on equally figure hugging capris.

“Hi again!” she said with a beaming smile and waltzed past me into my living room and plonked into the couch.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her swaying hips and butt as she walked past me. Her ample boobs bounced when she dropped into the couch.

My throat went dry and my cock stirred. I gulped and followed her and say across her.

“Want something to drink?” I asked as I watched her look around my apartment, chewing hum as she appraised my bachelor pad.

“Sure, whatever you have,” she said.

I didn’t know what to make of that comment. I didn’t have any alcohol but had some Pepsi in the fridge.

I threw a few cubes of ice into a couple glasses and top them up with the Pepsi. Walking back to the living room, I handed her one glass.

“You live alone?” She asked.

I started nodding yes, but before I could actually answer, started speaking again, “I could never live alone you know. I have always lived with my friends. Did I tell you I grew up in a boarding school? We were all girls there. Even the teachers and other staff were women. Daddy was the first man I ever saw and you are the first boy.” she said smiling.

“I am 21 you know. Not exactly a boy.”

“Yeah ok. I turned 18 last month, so not exactly a girl either ha ha ha.”

She bounced off the couch and waltzed over to where I was sitting and extended her hand, “friends?” she asked.

My eyes were transfixed on her navel that was right in front of my face and I ached to unbutton her pants and rip her top off.

As I looked up at her, I started into large twinkling eyes, framed by her massive boobs that seemed to be inviting me to enjoy them.

Instead, I extended my hand and shook hers, “friends!” I said, my voice hoarse and my cock straining my pants, also wanting to join the fun.

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She spent six torturous hours with me that day. We went out together to get lunch and spent the rest of the time talking — well, for the most part, she did the talking. She finally left around 6 pm, saying Daddy will be home soon and won’t like it if she wasn’t at home.

Since that day, after her ‘daddy’ left for work, she would come over and spend the day with me.

I learned that this was just her personality. She was innocent and, while she was curious about guys because she had never met any guy before, her interest was more of curiosity than sexual.

She treated me and almost everyone else like her friends from boarding school or other women she had been around. She’d never been exposed to the Internet or any kind of sexual education. As weird as it may seem, she didn’t seem to realize that men and women were different at all.

I learned that her boarding school only went till the 12th grade and so her daddy had brought her here to get her admitted in a college. He was looking for a girl’s college, though she said she would prefer co-ed.

“But daddy thinks all boys are bad and will hurt me,” she said, “so I don’t have a choice,” she said shrugging, making her gorgeous boobs jiggle in her top.

She always wore clothes that seemed a few sizes too small, highlighting her dick-raising figure and making her body seem to want to burst out of her clothes. One day, I asked her, “how old are your clothes?”

“Oh, they’re new, you like them?” she said.

“You look stunning in everything you wear,” I said, “but I was wondering if maybe they were a little small for you.”

“You think I am fat?” she asked, seemingly offended.

But before I could reply, she slapped me on my thigh and continued, “Daddy got them for me when he came to pick me up from boarding school. You know my mummy passed away last year and when Daddy checked on me, he realized all my clothes at the boarding school were at least three years old. He made me give him my sizes and got them for me.”

“What do you mean made you give him your sizes.”

“You know…I measured myself like he told me to. We were on a video call. He told me to get a measuring tape and measure myself after taking all my clothes off.”

“He asked you to strip naked on a video call?” I said imagining her peeling her clothes off one by one till she was stark naked while her ‘daddy’ watched and possibly jerked off out of the video frame.

“Yes,” she said not getting it, “every week, he would make me measure myself on a call and when he came to pick me up, he brought the clothes.”

Seeing my expression she added, “he’s my Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said shaking my head.

He was her mom’s second husband, not her father. Chances are, he had the hots for Mala and deliberately got her undersized clothes.

How can a girl be that innocent I wondered, but evidently Mala was. That night, I masturbated three times thinking of her ‘daddy’ jerking himself off while he made her strip naked on a video call and measure her body.

I wondered if he asked her to measure her nipples and pussy or if he made her adjust the tape this way and that so he got a good look at her naked body. I wondered if he had recorded her naked video.

He probably did to help him jerk off when she wasn’t stripping for him on the call.

Now that she was right there living with him, he didn’t need calls or videos anymore. She probably stripped for him in person, whenever he wanted her to.

I’d be surprised if he doesn’t jerk himself off over his step-daughter and it was just a matter of time before he actually made a move and either seduced her or abused her.

I wondered what she would be like in bed and how I could seduce her. She just didn’t seem sexually aware or interested.

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She had been extremely excited about my accomplishments in college sports and was very interested in my advertising job.

“Hey, I can’t come over today,” she said when she called me that day. This was the first day since she had moved in two months ago that she hadn’t come over after her step-dad went to work.

“Why? All ok?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “there are some deliveries expected today and if I come over, they won’t be able to deliver and Daddy won’t like that. He will know I haven’t been staying home when he goes to work. But you can come over if you want to.” So I went over to her place for the first time that day.

I had been in that apartment countless times when I was fucking Arundhati all day long while her husband was at work. Returning to the place brought back erotic memories of our repeated romps in her bed.

As I approached the apartment, my erection was becoming hard to manage and I had to walk up and down the hallway a few times to shut out the memories of Arundhati, collect my breath, and bring my erection under control.

Little did I know that all that precaution would be to no avail.

When I finally rang the door bell and Mala opened the door, my jaw dropped.

She had no top on — just a blue bra and extremely short shorts that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks on the back and barely covered her pussy on the front, putting her groin on full display.

As she turned and walked away after opening the door for me I watched her butt cheeks jiggle with each step.

Realizing that the door hadn’t shut yet, she turned and looked at me.

“What?” she asked, “not planning to come in?”

How I’d love to ‘cum in’ you I thought, but gulped down and struggled to keep my erection in check as I stepped in and shut the door behind me.

“Daddy looks at me like that as if he is making sure all my body parts are in place and I didn’t lose them somewhere while he was at work,” she said laughing.

“He looks at you like I am looking at you?”

“Yes,” she said continuing to giggle, “he will sometimes make me sit on his lap and make sure all my body parts were in place.”

“How do you mean? How does he check your body parts?”

“With his hands silly,” she said as if I was the fool here, “he touches me all over, sometimes over my clothes and sometimes inside. I tell him body parts don’t just fall off, but he says it won’t hurt to make sure. He is so protective.”

“I am sure he is,” I said knowing he was anything but protective, ” but why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” I asked.

“Are you crazy? It’s so hot. I but these on just because you were coming. I’d prefer to take even these off. You can take your clothes off too if you like.”

I’d have loved to take her clothes off and enjoy her but wasn’t sure how this innocent girl would react if I made a move on her. Seeing my expression of shock, she said, “it’s ok, you don’t have to.”

“You dress like this when Daddy is at home?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she said, “but I don’t like bras and panties. I never wore them at the boarding school and they make me feel tied down. So I just wear one of the nighties daddy got me, especially in the evenings when daddy is at home. They are nice and thin and small, like I am not wearing anything…which is perfect in this heat till we get the air-conditioning installed.”

Surely, her ‘daddy’ had every intention of taking her. Why else would he give her tiny, ‘see-through’ lingerie?

“You want to see my nighty?”

I mustered up all my courage and said, “if you don’t like wearing bras and panties and would like to change into your nighty, you can.”

“Ok,” she said, “make yourself at home. Be right back,” she said and headed towards her bedroom.

She stepped out a few minutes later wearing a lingerie so sheer and so small that it hid absolutely nothing.

I had a raging hard-on and wanted to fuck this beauty. She plonked next to me on the couch.

“You look so sexy Mala,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Sexy?” she said, questioning.

“Don’t you know anything about sex at all? It’s what guys and girls who like each other do you know?”

“You mean like Daddy and me?”

“No, not Daddy and you. Daddy and your mom would have had sex. You don’t have sex with your daughter. You don’t give them sexy clothes to wear. You don’t give them nighties that are as good as your daughter being naked.”

“But it’s comfortable.”

“Maybe, but any man who sees you like this will be turned on. I can see your nipples clearly through the nighty and also your pussy. How can any man who sees you like this not want to have sex with you?”

“You do?”

“Oh heck yeah!” I said, pointing to the hardon that was forming a tent in my tracks, “can’t you see the erection I am getting?”

“Dad gets that all the time,” she said, “he says that happens when someone is happy.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yes,” she said nodding, “I was taking a shower one day and when I came out of the bathroom in a towel, daddy was lying in bed and his was out of his pants and big like that. When I asked about it, he said it was because he was happy. Then he said if I removed the towel, he would be happier and I would be able to see that. And you know what, when I dropped the towel, it became even bigger because he was happier.”

“Wow!” was all I could say. Clearly, her ‘daddy’ was systematically seducing her and had every intention of popping her cherry.

“You know,” I added after a while, “when this happens, it isn’t because the guy is happy. It happens because he wants to have sex with you.”

“That’s not true,” she said offended, “it happens to daddy whenever he kisses me.”

“He kisses you too?”

“Of course, he is my daddy!!!!” she said exasperated. “He used to kiss me on my cheeks when I first met him. But on my 18th birthday, he said I deserved to be kissed like the young woman I am an not like a child.”

“So he kissed your mouth?”

“He here,” she said lifting her nighty and showing me her naked, shaved pussy.

“He kissed your pussy too?”

“Come on man!” she said, clearly getting irritated, “don’t you know a woman has two sets of lips? One is horizontal,” she said smiling, “and the other is vertical, and daddy says both lips deserve to be kissed.”

“I don’t believe this.” I said, revolted at her step-dad but completely turned on.

“So, he shaved me down there first and then when I woke up in the morning. It tickled a bit, but then I liked it. That’s why I shave there everyday now.”

“I can see that,” I said staring hungrily at her naked pussy that she still hadn’t bothered to cover up.

“Well anyway, he had got a cake and all and decorated the house. After breakfast, he sang happy birthday to me and made me cut the cake.

“That is when he said it was time to kiss me like a woman should be kissed. He said he had an idea — that we could combine the kissing and the cake eating. He made me chew the cake and feed it to him. He ate it all from my mouth and tongue and then fed me cake from his mouth Isn’t that sweet?”

“Sweet alright,” I said sarcastically, “he is sure trying to be your sugar daddy.”

The meaning of the term lost on her, she nodded excitedly as if I had just made the term up by combining the words ‘sugar’ of the sweet cake and ‘daddy’.

And then he said now that I am a woman — and since a woman has two sets of lips — it was time to kiss my other set of lips. And then he kissed my pussy just like he had kissed my mouth as if it was full of cake.” she said giggling.

“That’s such a perverted thing,” I said, getting mad at her so called ‘daddy’, “he shouldn’t be doing that.”

“No it’s ok really,” she said innocently, “I am not a morning person and he used to struggle to wake me up in the mornings. Now, when he is getting ready to go to work, he kisses me there and it wakes me up.”

“That’s disgusting for a father to do. But beware Mala. I don’t like this. I think he wants to have sex with you.”

“Is it bad?” She seemed confused.

“Not if you have it with someone you like. It would be ok for him to do that with your mom, but not ok for a father to do with his daughter.”

“So, it is not bad if you do it?”

“No, sex can be beautiful with the right partner. “

“I don’t know anything about it,” she said dismissively waving her hand.

“I can show you if you want to know.”

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As much as I wanted to fuck her, we didn’t end up doing it that day. She was curious, but also scared. I didn’t want to push her so much that she pushes me away, shutting the doors on me ever getting lucky in future.

However, I had managed to get her worried about her step-father. I told her to watch out for his erection.

I pulled my tracks and underwear down, letting her see my hard-on. Her eyes widened when she saw my pole, ramrod erect, pointing at her.

“If a man wants to have sex with you, it is up like this but otherwise it is pointing downwards.” She reached out and touched me tentatively.

“I know it’s so different from what you have down there.” She nodded.

My cock was throbbing at her touch and she ran her fingers up and down it, feeling it throb. “I would like to touch you too, if you don’t mind.” I said.

She was transfixed on my erection and casually spread her legs. I caressed the inside of her thighs before inching up to her pussy. She was warm. I ran a couple fingers up and down her opening. Involuntarily Mala’s eyes closed and she moaned.

“You like this?” she nodded.

I continued to caress her pussy for a while but the moment was lost when the doorbell rang.

At my insistence, she changed into more presentable attire — a top and camouflage leggings.

I had to hide in the kitchen as she let the air-conditioning guys in so they didn’t tell her daddy there was another guy with her in the house.

I sneaked out once the workers went into the bedroom to fit the air-conditioner.

I had aching balls by the time I got home and had to relieve myself, thinking of what might have been if she had let me ‘teach’ her everything I knew about sex.

But it wasn’t to be…yet.

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Mala sounded worried when she called me the next morning and asked me if I would come over. Of course I rushed over to find her in a spaghetti-strap tank top, that was, as usual, a few sizes too small for her endowed breasts that were straining to pop out of it.

Her nipples poked against the flimsy fabric making me want to reach out and touch them before ripping her top off and sucking on one after the other.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as she shut and locked the door behind me and followed me to the couch.

“I am not sure. Maybe nothing.” she said, twirling a lock of her hair in her fingers. “Remember yesterday you were talking about how father should not want to have sex with his daughter? Can you explain why?”

I had to take her from the basics — about how sex between the male and female of any animal species was historically meant for reproduction. I had to explain what constituted incest and why it was genetically bad and how it was socially improper even though animals often committed incest. I ended by saying that even though he is not your biological father and it won’t be biological incest, it’s still socially wrong because you see him as your father, not your lover.

“But why are you asking this?” I asked finally, “Did something happen?”

After the air-conditioning installation was done and the workers left, Mala had changed back into the lingerie she had worn when I was there. As she sat there thinking about our conversation, she decided she had wanted to experience kissing a man other than her daddy, wanted to kiss my shaft and in exchange wanted to offer me to kiss her between her legs.

“Before he goes to bed, he always checks on me and kisses me goodnight. When he kissed me there last night, I was thinking about our conversation and I don’t know, I felt thins tingly thing and my pussy went wet. He opened his mouth and his tongue entered my pussy. I couldn’t help it that my body started moving. That had never happened before. That is when daddy took out his cock and spread my legs wide. I got worried and pushed him away and, very reluctantly he left.” she concluded.

I told her that, as beautiful and sexy as she was, it was inevitable that eventually, he would try to have sex with her. Either seduce her or force her. I told her that she could call me anytime, day or night, if he tried to force himself on her. And I said that if she knew the signs, she would know if and when he made a move.

“We can take it one step at a time,” I said, “if you feel uncomfortable at any stage and want to stop, I will stop.”

“But if I didn’t stop you, do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes,” I said honestly.

“And then I will have babies?”

“Not necessarily. It’s not like every time you have sex you make babies.” I said, “besides, there is such a thing called a condom that protects against babies and there are pills a woman can take if she doesn’t want the man to use a condom. There are precautions that can be taken.”

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The realization that it was going to happen today gave me a raging erection. We decided to re-enact last night so I could show her what to watch out for and she led me to her bedroom.

“First, let’s imagine I am daddy,” I said, “and daddy wants to have sex with you.”

She nodded understanding.

“You will see how much it hurts when daddy puts it in you… and why you should not let him,” I said knowing she was a virgin and the first time would hurt.

“It will hurt?”

“Not much… but that would be your body telling you daddy shouldn’t do it. But that is much later…First show me what he does when you are going to bed.”

She got in bed as if she was getting ready to sleep and I climbed in after her on my knees as if I was her dad kissing her good night. Bending down, I kissed her lips. As our lips met, she grabbed my hand and placed it on a breast.

“He does that?” I asked shocked.

She nodded, “Squeeze,” she said, “I thought that was his way of hugging me since i was already in bed.”

I squeezed and caressed her boob and placed my lips back on hers.

Opening my mouth, I licked her closed lips, trying to pry them open. Instinctively, my fingers pinched her nipple and her lips parted when she gasped. My tongue entered her mouth and I found her tongue. Caressing her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples I kissed her passionately.

She was a quick study and somewhere her body would have started responding instinctively as she responded to my kisses and started kissing me back and moaning into the kiss.

After a while, I spread her legs and caressed her milky thighs, inching up to her shaved pussy. As I caressed her opening with two fingers, I felt moisture. Breaking the kiss, I asked her if she was feeling wetness. She nodded. I told her that happens when the woman wants sex in order to create lubrication when the man’s hardness enters her.

“But yours is so big,” she said, her eyes going wide, “it’s too big for me.”

“No it’s not,” I said smiling at her, “the first time hurts for a minute, but trust me, you will enjoy it.”

As our tongues met again in heated passion, I entered her with two fingers. Instinctively, she reached and took hold of my shaft, starting to stroke it gently as I teased her clitoris with my thumb and slid my index and middle finger into her opening. We enjoyed each others’ bodies for a while till I realized I would cum in her hand if she continued stroking me.

Taking her flimsy nightie off, I marveled at Mala’s naked body. I sucked, licked and bit each nipple hungrily, making Mala moan and groan

Inch by inch, I kissed, licked and sucked her from head to toe, leaving innumerable love bites on parts of her body that wouldn’t be visible through the clothes she wore.

As much as I wanted to bury my shaft in her virgin pussy, I also wanted her first sexual experience to be one of her most memorable and took my time enjoying her body. Every now and then, I would explore her pussy with my fingers. Each time she was more wet than before. In ended the journey across her body with a long hungry kiss with a lot of tongue while kneading both her boobs and pinching each nipple.

Nearly an hour after I had stripped her naked, I decided it was time to eat her. Breaking the kiss, I sat up. Making her get on top of me, I positioned her so her pussy was aligned with my mouth and bent her so she could kiss my shaft.

Getting the idea, she took it in her hand and started kissing it from head to base. Then, as I licked all along her opening, she tried licking up and down my shaft.

And as my tongue entered her, she took me in her mouth. She sucked me as I tongue-fucked her, her wetness tasting heavenly.

I was so turned on, that I came within minutes, erupting in her mouth.

Once I was spent, I made her lie down on her back and spread her legs.

Attacking her pussy hungrily now, I started eating her, gradually increasing my intensity till I was taking turns devouring her, licking and sucking her clit and sliding my tongue in and out of her.

As her moans and groans became louder and louder and she started thrusting her pussy into my mouth, I knew her orgasm was approaching.

I started sucking and gently biting on her clit and within moments she erupted, shaking and screaming with pleasure as her orgasm hit.

By now, I was hard again and eager to fuck her virgin pussy.

Once her orgasm passed, I positioned my hardness between her legs and started rubbing it against her opening to lubricate it.

“Daddy is about to put it in” I said, “remember what I said about your body telling you daddy shouldn’t do it? Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head “No”, her eyes transfixed on my shaft as it rubbed against her opening.

Gradually, I started pushing my head into her. It took me well over a minutes of gradually inching into her till I reached resistance from her hymen.

The moment of no return was here.

I bent down and kissed her again for a while, my shaft buried as far into her as it could go without rupturing her hymen.

“Ready?” I asked her lovingly, looking into her large eyes. She nodded. And I pushed past the resistance. Mala gasped and shrieked as a searing pain shot through her. I held myself in her, caressing her hair lovingly and kissing her face, waiting for her to recover from the pain.

After a minute or two, she opened her eyes, “I won’t let daddy put it in, I promise.” she said smiling. I don’t want you to be daddy anymore. Be you.

I started moving in and out of her slowly at first and gradually picking up the tempo after a few minutes.

Mala moaned and groaned as I filled her and thrust into her. She grabbed my back and dug her nails into me, thoroughly enjoying her first fuck.

Before long, I was drilling her hard and deep, my pole slamming her like a piston.

She came again ten minutes later, wriggling and twisting under me as her body shook with her orgasm.

I grabbed her wrists and held her in place while I plowed her right through her orgasm.

I kept plowing her even after her orgasm passed.

A few minutes later, she had yet another orgasm.

For a further ten minutes, I kept drilling her ‘virgin no more’ pussy before stiffening and exploding inside her, filling her with load after load of my cum.

We collapsed in a tangle after I was spent.

We kissed and caressed each others’ bodies till sleep took over and we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, she was sucking my limp cock.

It didn’t take long for it to get hard again and this time I took her doggy style, creaming her pussy after nearly 30 minutes of hard pounding during which she came one more time.

“WOW!” she gasped when I collapsed by her side in the bed after I was spent.

“Enjoyed it?” I asked, still panting.

Nodding enthusiastically, she added, “I was worried it would hurt even if you did it as you. But you were right. It hurt only when you put it in as daddy, not when you put it in as you. I had no idea this could be so much fun.”

“These are just two ways of having sex Mala,” I said kissing her beautiful lips. There’s gentle, passionate and hard sex, and there are so many positions. We would have to do it three-four times everyday for the next month or so before we have tried everything there is to try about sex.

“I want to try everything,” she said, her face flushed, “I don’t care if it takes a year.”

We decided she wanted to start pills because she didn’t want to give up the feeling of my cum gushing into her and that started an erotic period of nearly daily sex with the hottest girl in our locality for a year and a half.

We fucked at her place, at my place and one night, when her step-father was out of town on work, we went to the beach and fucked all night long.

At the end of her next academic year her step-father got her admission in a residential college in a different town. Whether it was because he suspected her of having a relationship or because she resisted every sexual advance he made towards her and he was torn between his desire for her body and fear of consequences if he forced her, I don’t know.

However, that brought an abrupt end to my erotic experiences with two different but equally insatiable neighbors who lived in the same apartment across the street just from my bedroom.

THE END

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