The Neighbour's Sexy Daughter

Andy was having a mixed day. On the up side, he had just ejaculated into the nubile body of his neighbours sexy daughter. On the down side, he had just ejaculated into the nubile body of his neighbours sexy daughter.

How the hell had he ended up here? Standing at the dining room table, Jaspreet lying naked on it with her legs wrapped around him?

This was bad. This was very bad.

Of course Jaspreet had certainly played her part. But as a man nearly twice her age, this was probably illegal. Was it illegal? Well, she was eighteen. But he had known her for two years so...?

Shit shit shit.

His big mistake had been in agreeing to let her come to his house to study.

Andy was a journalist, and Jaspreet liked to ask him complicated questions about grammar. But usually someone else was there as well and it was never just the two of them. Now though, it was the holidays. Andy was working from home and there was nobody else around. Jaspreet had knocked on the door saying she had some questions about the Weimar Republic, and dammit he had let her in.

For the most part it had all been fine. They got on with their work. She asked her questions. He made tea. No problems. Then during a break they started discussing exercise. Andy loved exercise, and enjoyed discussing workout routines and recovery periods and stuff like that. Jaspreet was telling him about some new app for abdominal workouts she had been using. Of course Andy was sceptical: He had tried so many apps he was hard to impress. But Jaspreet was full of enthusiasm, waving her phone at him and saying they should do a workout together so he could try it.

His BIG mistake (yes, this was the REALLY big mistakes. The other mistake was an ordinary big mistake) was to agree.

"Great!" She enthused, leaping to her feet. "I'll just nip back and get my kit!"

Ok. He hadn't actually meant right now. But in no time at all Jaspreet had returned wearing a skintight two-piece that could easily have passed for a bikini.

At that point Andy should have drawn a line. "Look, Jazz", he should have said. "You're really going to need to wear more clothes than that".

But of course he couldn't say this. Because if he DID, he would be admitting that her body aroused him. "Don't wear that", he would be implying. "It makes me want to fuck you".

So - and this really, REALLY was the big mistake (genuinely bigger than those big mistakes), he pretended not to notice the long skinny legs, the flat stomach and tiny breasts pounding out mountain climbers next to him. He decided to act just as if she were wearing tartan pyjamas.

It would be fine, he thought. It was just a workout.

And for the most part it was. The app was a predictable disappointment but managed to get a good sweat going. Which made Jaspreet's skin sparkle. And soaked into the paper thin fabric of her top. Making her nipples painfully visible.

Shit shit shit SHIT.

Andy tried to think about his parents. His Aunt. Anything to stop his cock from swelling. His shorts were ill-equipped to hide an erection, and Jaspreet would be bound to notice.

But to make matters worse, after the exercise Jaspreet babbled on excitedly about the app and the exercises. She flexed her taut body and got Andy to feel the development of her abs. So he had to try and listen to her pointing out the definition of her obliques while pressing his hand against her toned midriff. And oh man, did he want to place his hand in a lot of places right then.

Next, Jaspreet was showing Andy a mole on her back and telling him that it worried her. And that she has other moles like that, and would Andy take a look?

Without waiting for an answer she spring up on the dining room table and lifted up her shorts to show him a small dark spot that was literally 2 inches from her pussy. He could clearly see the bumps where she had shaved, and the start of pink colouring nearing her clitoris.

"Look!" She said, pointing. "What do you think?"

At which point Andy said "Please Jaspreet, this really isn't appropriate. I'm not a doctor, perhaps you should book an appointment".

Except that he didn't.

And this. THIS, really really really and truly. This really was His Big Mistake. Because what he actually said was "I don't know, let's have a look."

And he leaned down in front of her pussy, and put his finger on the mole. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. Then his other hand came round and (accidentally) brushed up the inside of her thigh, and which point Jaspreet spread her legs out wide, drawing him in closer.

Andy's dick rose up triumphantly, something Jaspreet noticed by tilted her head around him. She smiled slyly and looked back at Andy.

Next thing he knew they were kissing and she was groping his cock, shoving her hands down the elastic waistband to get at it. He was groping her breasts, and then lifting her top over head to kiss and lick the sweat from them. Then she was naked, her shorts thrown aside to reveal an immaculately-shaved pussy, glistening with moisture. His shorts were around his ankles and his cock was out, with her gripping it firms and pulling it close There on the table she was perfectly positioned for her to guide him into her, after which she lay back, gripping him with her legs.

He did rather worry about the stability of the table. He was pounding into her with a desperate passion, and the table was wobbling dangerously. But then he came into her magnificently, over and over again, with Jaspreet's legs flying upwards with each pump.

And not long after that came the realisation of what had happened.

Shit shit shit shit SHIIIIT!

He slid his cock out, and fumbled around for tissues to mop up the sperm dribbling out of her pussy. She just lay there, breathing hard. Limbs flopped over the sides of the table like a heterosexual Dali painting.

"Fuuuck!" She said in a long, deflating breath. Which just about summed it all up.

"Erm... Shit!". Andy's response lacked Jaspreet's concise eloquence. "Erm.. Shit! Look, you should go. We shouldn't have.... Shit!"

Jaspreet seemed to be rather enjoying Andy's distress, lifting her head to watch him with that same sly smile. but finally she slid gracefully off the table and pulled her clothes (such as they were) back on.

"Wow. I need a shower. I'll go use mine." She said, conversationally, and started for the front door to go back to her house. As she passed Andy she grabbed him and kissed him passionately, one hand grabbing his limp and sticky cock.

Then she left. Leaving Andy to stagger around in a daze wondering what to do.

I mean, he'd have to move house. Surely? No other way. Perhaps to a different country? One without extradition laws would be best. Columbia maybe. They have journalists, right?

But hang on, no. He hadn't used a condom. What if she got pregnant?

Shit shit shit shit shit shittety shit!

He would just have to try and talk to her. Alone, obviously. I mean, he couldn't exactly say in front of her parents "Oh, by the way Jaspreet, don't you think you should take a pregnancy test?"

As it happened, the opportunity came the very next day. Early in the morning his doorbell rang, and Jaspreet danced merrily past him before he could say anything. She was wearing a white summery dress that floated around her and contrasted stunningly against her milk chocolate skin.

She jabbered without pausing for breath, talking about some essay she had to write and how exhausting the whole thing was, and the unreasonableness of deadlines. By the time Andy made it to the living room she had already set herself up at the dining table with laptop, notepads, pens and books scattered around her.

It was as if yesterday had never happened.

Well, ok. He thought. Let's leave it for now - we can have The Conversation maybe over lunch.

They spent the morning working. Barely exchanging a word except for an occasional question from Jaspreet about passive sentences, and Andy's regular query about whether she wanted more tea.

By lunchtime Andy's back was sore, and Jaspreet was clearly fed up of her essay - dramatic sighs and groans increasing in frequency.

"Ok." Andy said. "Let's grab some lunch, and then we really need to have a proper talk."

"Brill!" She shouted with a dazzling smile. "I'll sort it!" She bounded out into the kitchen where she proceeded to ransack cupboards and drawers, making a tremendous racket.

Andy sat on the sofa, composing himself. Eventually Jaspreet waltzed in with a tray bearing a bag of popcorn and a box of chocolate cereal with some breakfast bowls. She placed the tray on the coffee table, and then in one smooth movement whipped off her summery dress, dropping it carelessly on the floor.

She was completely naked underneath.

"Alrighty then!" She declared in a a business-like manner, and skipped over to straddle Andy on the sofa.

Andy was startled speechless. It took a huge effort to collect enough wits to mutter "No! Waiifffff.."

But his words were stopped when Jaspreet leaned in and stuck her tongue in his mouth.

"Eee aaargh!" he protested through her lips, and finally she leaned back to look at him with that now-familiar smile/

"Awww" said Jaspreet, in mocking sympathy, as though talking to a recalcitrant kitten. "What's the matter? You don't want this?" And she pushed one perfect breast up, aiming a stiff nipple at him like a cannon.

Before he could answer, she thrust the nipple into his mouth, and began grappling with his trouser belt.

All rational thought dissolved. She was a lithe, petite tidal wave of sexiness sitting on his lap and the contest (which I was never really a contest) was over.

Instinctively his hands grasped her waist, and the moved down to her perfect arse. When his trousers were gone, she began grinding her pussy into his groin before climbing up and sliding him inside her. And then she was bouncing up and down on his cock like it was a trampoline, accompanied by gasps and yelps and the occasional "fuuuuuuck!".

Afterwards she slid off him sideways and lay exhausted on the sofa with her legs pinning Andy down, while he tried to process just what the hell had happened.

Again.

As Oscar Wilde never said, to have unprotected sex with your neighbours daughter once might be considered unfortunate. To do it TWICE was probably a jail sentence.

After they had recovered a little, she disappeared upstairs to use his shower. She came down wearing his dressing gown, which she somehow still managed to make look erotic.

And this was the thing. There was impossible to deny. Jaspreet was just incredibly sexy. It wasn't just that she had an amazing body (although she did). And not just because of those big brown eyes that could take your breath away. It was also the way she moved. The way her hips swung, the way she stood with her hands behind her back so that her tiny breasts pushed against the fabric of her shirt. The nonchalant way she would stretch her whole body when she yawned, or the way her head tilted to let her long silky hair fall down her side.

And she had always been like this since she was 16, when Andy had first moved in next to her. And although his conscious mind rejected the idea, the truth was he HAD noticed. She was a hot 16 year old. And now, just two years later, he was fucking her on his sofa. Did that make him a pedo? He could imagine her parents' view on the matter, and it made him shiver.

That weekend Jaspreet's family had invited him over for a barbecue. He had already agreed to the invitation before... Well, before all THIS business. Otherwise he would have organised a prior arrangement.

He arrived with a salad bowl and a bucket of guilt, spending most of the time avoiding Jaspreet's parents and talking to literally ANYONE else. Jaspreet herself stayed in a corner with her best friend Kim, a timid asian girl who had just started University and was home for the holidays. They were chatting and giggling and watching things on their phones. The very picture of innocence.

Except that sometimes he caught them whispering to each other and staring at him. When they saw him looking they invariably fell backwards into hysterical laughter.

Andy managed to find an excuse to go into the office the next day. It wasn't a very good excuse though, so after about 40 minutes and just standing around he went to a coffee shop round the corner. Getting any work done here was, of course, practically impossible. So he invented a brand new excuse to visit his friend Neil. He had known Neil for years, and Neil worked from home too. So Andy arrived on his doorstep, claiming he had dodgy wifi at home.

Neil was perceptive enough to realise Andy was out of sorts, but a good enough friend not to press him on the issue. So they worked together quietly in Neil's conservatory until the sun went down and Andy was able to sneak back home.

He had his dinner and was just drying the dishes when his phone pinged. Unknown number. Opening the message he saw a close up photo of a pink clitoris spread apart by two fingers, with a familiar mole about 2 inches to the side.

His face dropped into a look of shock, at which point there was a flash from outside the kitchen window. Jaspreet was there, holding her phone and doubled up with laughter. Andy stormed out in a fury, but she just waved the photo she had just taken of him through the window, looking utterly gormless.

"That was sooo funny!" She wheezed. "Your face!" And she collapsed again into laughter.

"What the hell are you..." Andy raged, before remembering to lower his voice "What the hell are you doing? You can't be sending me pictures like that! And how did you get my number?!"

"Dad." She managed to say, the hysteria gradually subsiding. "I Told him I needed to ask you something about my essay. Come on, you have about an hour to explain things to me."

And she staggered past him and inside the house, holding her sides and still shaking with laughter.

Andy followed, and by the time he was inside and had closed the front door, Jaspreet was already walking up the stairs and removing clothing.

"Now, wait, Jazz" Andy called after her. But she continued up, stumbling a little as she removed her trousers, leaving them lying on the stairs.

"Jazz!" He called up, authoritatively.

In answer to which a tiny bra came flying over the banister to land at his feet. Followed quickly by a pair of knickers that landed with unerring accuracy plum on his head.

Shit.

Andy stomped up the stairs in frustration, picking up her clothes as he went, his mind trying to formulate any possible way to handle this. But when he entered his bedroom, Jaspreet was lying naked on his bed with an expectant expression radiating from her doe-like eyes. It was a picture of such beauty and sexiness that it fairly took his breath away.

"Oooh, Goooood!" he said in an involuntary warbly quail.

Which was fair. It was a sight most men (and women) would dream of. Many would pay for, and some would even kill for. But the comment didn't really capture the torture Andy was experiencing as his rational brain fought to gain control.

He opened his mouth to say something more constructive. 'Now come on,' he intended to say. 'This really has gone too far. We can't keep doing this, let's go down and discuss this whole thing maturely.'

But although these were the words his brain sent to his vocal chords, what actually came out of his mouth was another strangled:

"Oh. Gooood!"

This was all she needed to hear. She leapt up and started tearing at his clothes before pulling him down on top of her.

With the luxury of a full bed beneath them, they had many more options. And they pretty much went through all of them over the next hour or so. At least this time Andy was able to reach into the drawer beside his bed and extract a condom before penetrating her.

A small victory, but by now he was feeling so outmatched he would take anything he could get.

The next day they fucked in the kitchen. He was making tea when she slid in front of him naked from the waist down, so he entered her from behind and hoped to high heaven nobody walked past the kitchen window.

The day after that they fucked in the bedroom again. And then on the floor in the living room. They fucked in the shower, and in the bath (sending waves of water over the bathroom floor).

One time they fucked in the hallway when she had barely entered the front door. Another time they went out together to get milk, and ended up fucking awkwardly behind the bins at the back of the shops.

It was all getting out of control. He needed a new tactic.

Before all this started, they had barely ever been left alone together, so nothing like this had been possible. How could he get back to that? Surrounding himself with people seemed the safest thing to do.

So he hatched a plot that he thought was cunning in the extreme.

He started raking around the house looking for anything that Jaspreet might have left behind her. He did find the knickers she had thrown down the stairs (how the hell did she manage to go home without them?!), which he stuffed guiltily down the back of his wardrobe. But he also found a textbook and a notepad, which would do nicely.

The next day, early, he grabbed these objects and hastened round to Jaspreet's house. The door was opened by Jaspreet's Mum, Asha.

Jaspreet had left these behind when doing her homework, Andy explained. And Asha, just as he had planned, offered profuse thanks for all the help he was giving her, and invited him in for a cup of tea.

While they were drinking, Jaspreet came down wearing her pyjamas (still sexy) and looked surprised to see him. But he explained that he was just returning her books, and that since he was here if she needed him to go over anything perhaps they could do it now?

So they worked at the kitchen table, with Asha chatting away happily and Jaspreet casting Andy pained looks from over the lid of her laptop.

But it worked! They went through her essay, they drank tea, and at no point did they end up fucking in front of Jaspreet's Mum.

The relief he felt was exhilarating. It was a tactical triumph.

And Jaspreet seemed to have got the message, because he didn't see her at all the next day. Apparently she was staying over with Kim. So Andy went for a beer with Neil, where they talked about politics and football and anything other than women.

All was good.

A few mornings later, Andy was sipping tea by the kitchen window when he saw Jaspreet arriving home with Kim. They pulled up in Kim's car, and lifted out Jaspreet's overnight bags. Andy thought about ducking, but that seemed a little childish. So, when Jaspreet waved at him happily, he waved back.

They went into Jaspreet's house and Andy sighed contentedly.

Damn this tea was good.

About an hour later his doorbell went. Jaspreet was not alone, thank heaven. Kim was with her. Kim, it turned out, was studying journalism Jaspreet thought it would be great if I could talk to her.

No problems, Andy thought. As long as Kim doesn't Jaspreet alone with me, and Jaspreet doesn't say anything inappropriate, this should be fine. The three of them sat down in the living room - Kim and Jaspreet together on the sofa.

"Andy's knows everything about grammar and history and all sorts of things." Jaspreet said to Kim, which was gratifying.

"And he's got a huge cock".

Andy sat stony faced while the two girls broke into hissy giggles.

"Seriously" Jaspreet went on, laughing "It's massive! And if feels soooo good up in my cunt."

Andy felt a little woozy. All the walls of his tactics and contentment crumbled to ashes around him.

"Jazz, you... don't say that!" he spluttered.

"Ahhhh", said Jaspreet, again with that sly smile of hers (which never boded well). "But you are SOOOO good at sex. I can't believe how good you make me feel. You're amazing."

Ok. Now Andy did know for a fact that he was pretty good at sex. He had read the Hite Report, and practiced what he learned from it. Since when he had received glowing reviews for his performances.

"Yes, I am quite good actually", he said defiantly in spite of himself.

Jaspreet was so delighted she could barely contain herself.

"I know! I'm not joking! I've been trying to tell Kim how good you are. I told her about some of the things you do, and how they make me feel. But she doesn't believe me! I think you're just going to have to show her!"

"Jazz!" Kim exclaimed, slapping Jaspreet playfully on the arm but demonstrating no real shock.

" Seriously!" Jaspreet went on " You should fuck him! It's REALLY good! And Andy!" She turned to him "She's hot, right? Look at her! Totally fit Asian chick! Wouldn't you love to shag a girl this hot?"

Things were turning awkward. Well, more awkward.

"Jazz", Andy said, standing up. "Come on now,, you should probably..."

But just as he stood up, Kim stood up with him. Moving right in close she grabbed his hands and looked up at him with big, bashful eyes.

"Ok." She said, simply.

Jaspreet let out a triumphant roar. Leaping up she began pushing them both out of the room. Kim didn't need pushing though, as she started pulling Andy with her.

In a whirlwind of shouts and giggles and shoves and pushes they started making their way up the stairs. Both Jaspreet and Kim found the look of utter shock on Andy's face hilarious as he stumbled and struggled dumbly in their midst.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, Kim unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a spotted bra, and stepped daintily out of her skirt. Jaspreet fussily started undressing Andy, wrestling him out of his t-shirt. Andy was not the most cooperative though, and it was some time before Jaspreet had managed to shove him onto the bed and wrench off his trousers and boxers.

By this time, Kim was already under the covers, her clothes neatly folded on the floor and her bare shoulders sweetly alluring as she held the sheet over her breasts.

"Look." Said Jaspreet, suddenly stern and pointing a finger in Andy's face. "You're doing this. You will love it. She will love it. And I love both of you. So get with the programme."

Then she grabbed his cock.

"Let me get things going" she said.

And she did.

In the face of Jaspreet's... Well, in the face of Jaspreet, his cock quickly succumbed and inflated like a balloon.

Andy almost didn't notice the point at which Jaspreet handed over to Kim Kim had leaned across as Jaspreet held his cock steady for her. Then, with an evil grin, Jaspreet backed out of the room.

Kim climbed up onto him and kissed him. At which point, presumably, Andy just decided 'to hell with it' and grappled her into bed.

Kim, it turned out, was about the same height as Andy. Which proved convenient.

Afterwards, they lay side by side breathing hard. Andy was utterly spent and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Kim's eyes were gleaming she was smiling faintly to herself, fingertips lightly stroking her breasts.

The door creaked open and Jaspreet peeked in. When she saw them lying there she tiptoed in like a pantomime burglar.

"Soooo?" She asked, with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. "How was it?"

Andy couldn't answer but Kim looked up, wide eyed and incredulous.

"Fucking awesome!" She said.

A huge grin spread across Jaspreet's face.

"I told you!" She bubbled. "What was the best bit? Did he do that thing where he pushes into your cunt with his lips?"

"Oh my God!" Went Kim, sitting up excitedly. "That was so amazing! I had no idea what was going on, it was like he had two tongues!"

And so they chattered. And while they were chattering away, Jaspreet started to undress, casually tossing her clothes next to Kim's neat pile. When she was fully naked, she climbed across Andy and squeezed herself between him and Kim. Then Jaspreet and Kim were kissing, limbs wrapping around each other and hands flying over each others bodies.

Andy raised his head and looked at the raging bodies next to him. He shook his head a little, but bewilderment had left the station a long time ago so he just lay back down. Every now and then Jaspreet and Kim would roll into him, nearly pushing him off the bed. Or an arm or leg would hit him - and which point one of them would offer an giggling apology and then go back writhing with the other.

Eventually Andy got up, pulling the used condom from his cock, and left the room - closing the door behind him.

He showered, donned his dressing gown and went downstairs to work. The incessant sounds of groaning and grunting from upstairs, together with the occasional yells of "fuuuuuuucccckkkk!" were highly distracting. He had to put on a pair of headphones with the volume up high. So the next thing he knew, the pair of them appeared in the doorway to the living room, dressed and glowing and smelling of his shower gel.

"We're just off." Jaspreet said.

"Thanks Andy!" Said Kim, giving him a shy little wave.

And they left, chattering together happily and laughing as though they had done nothing more unusual than visiting a bar.

Andy found it hard to concentrate for the rest of the day. He was feeling a little like a paper boat dropped into a whirlpool. He had no control. No sense of direction. And no seeming way out. But strangely, none of this seemed to bother him any more. He had no way to know what was going to happen, and no way to control it. So he might as well float on the tide and not worry about it.

That night he couldn't sleep in that bed, which was damp and rumpled and stained. So he slept on the couch. In the morning he washed the sheets. Then he threw those sheets in the bin and ordered new ones online.

He worked. Drank tea. And in the evening he went to the pub with Neil and some other friends, where he invented excuses about why he hadn't been around much recently. It was his most normal day in weeks. It felt like coming home after an exotic but exhausting holiday.

It was several days later before his doorbell went again. There were Jaspreet and Kim. Without waiting for an invite Jaspreet danced through as usual, and Kim squeezed past apologetically.

Andy went and made them all a cup of tea. Then, as they sat down together in the living room Jaspreet broke the news.

"So." She said. "Kim and me. Well, we're going to give it a go. Like, a proper thing you know?"

Andy didn't know really. He had no idea what constituted 'proper' or 'random' or 'downright weird' to Jaspreet. But he nodded as though he did understand anyway.

"We're, like, moving in together? And I probably shouldn't really be fucking you all the time if I want to make a go of it with Kim. So... We should probably stop?"

She looked at me, as though proposing some bizarre and world-turning concept.

"I mean" Kim interjected, in a conciliatory tone, "it doesn't have to be for ever, you know? You can always have a go every now and then if you need it. It really doesn't bother me."

Jaspreet looked at Kim lovingly.

"Awe. Babe!" She cooed. "And you too, you know? If you ever want another go with him, you know you can. Right? If it makes you happy, I want it."

They grasped each other's hands and dammit if they didn't look so cute together. If you ignored what they were actually saying, of course.

Andy cleared his throat, and gave his heartfelt congratulations to them both. He earnestly agreed that he and Jaspreet should stop fucking. And went even further to suggest it might be better for their relationship if he didn't fuck EITHER of them. Like, at all.

This suggestion was treated by them as though Andy was offering a great sacrifice. They accepted it humbly, and spent the next hour being deeply solicitous for his wellbeing.

"Are you really sure?" Said Kim, holding his hand and looking at him seriously.

Finally they went, with the understanding that he could still contact either of them if he ever changed his mind. They left both their numbers.

And that was that. Andy went back to some semblance of normality. Eventually he was even able to start talking to Jaspreet's parents again, who seemed pleased that she was settling down with Kim - who was 'such a nice girl'.

Andy even met a new woman, Sian. She was Irish and in her 40s and refreshingly awkward about sex.

He still saw Jaspreet and Kim every now and then. And each time they treated him like a recent widow, talking gently and sympathetically about how well he seemed to be coping. But mercifully he was never again dragged into their tempestuous orbit.

He never told Neil what had happened. He knew that Neil would just be envious and think the whole thing sounded awesome. And to be honest, Andy would have thought the same if someone else had told it to him. And maybe in some ways it WAS awesome. It was certainly the best sex of his life.

But it never really felt like HIS life. He was always just a bit-part player in the lives of others. And overall he was very glad to be back in his own story.