“What is this? Leave me, Rajesh. I have to cook dinner, and your Uncle is coming home early today,” Asha Aunty protested when I lifted her saree and dressed up, baring her cute small buttocks. Holding my erect cock, I tried to penetrate her from behind.
But I was not successful. Asha Aunty was standing rigidly straight, keeping her thighs close and not letting me fuck her. It was Friday afternoon, and after classes I had gone to my project guide’s cabin to clear a doubt. Sukanya Ma’am was my project guide who was in her late forties.
I am Rajesh studying final year engineering in Bangalore. Our friends had nicknamed her ‘Milk Tanker.’ She had gigantic boobs and was a plump lady. Sukanya Ma’am was wearing a salwar kameez, was sitting on the chair. I was standing beside her chair like an obedient student.
While she was clearing my doubts, her dupatta fell from her shoulders onto the table. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw Sukanya Ma’am’s monster boobs trying to pop out from the kameez top. Both the boobs were pressed against each other, giving me a nice view of her deep cleavage.
The top was too tight to hold her gigantic tits. My cock throbbed in my tight pants as I shamelessly stared at her cleavage. Sukanya Ma’am saw me ogling at her breasts, white-faced. She took the dupatta and covered her bosom.
“If your doubts are cleared, you can leave Rajesh. Next time, if you want to ask anything, you can ask me in the classroom. Don’t come to my cabin,” She said with a firm, angry tone. I retreated from her cabin hastily.
I wanted to get laid ASAP, and I called my girlfriend, Isha. To my bad luck, she had gone to her home already. Then I remembered Asha Aunty. She was my distant relative, aged around 32 and had a son who was studying in a boarding school.
Asha Aunty was living with her husband Ajay and she was working in a bank. I had a fling with her when I attended a marriage in a remote village. I will write this story later. I had visited her place a few times when she had called me for a quick fuck.
Her house was a bit far from my place, but as I needed to get laid, I didn’t mind travelling. I went to her place on my bike and parked it a few hundred feet from her place. As I expected, the door was not locked and I heard bangles sounds from the kitchen.
Entering I locked the main door, removed my shoes and went to the kitchen without making any sound. Asha Aunty was standing with her back to the kitchen door and was standing near the cooking platform. She was wearing a white cotton saree.
I knew she didn’t have the habit of wearing undergarments at home. Tip-toeing, I went behind her and pulled my pants and briefs down to my knees. Holding my already cock in my right hand, I slowly lifted her saree and petticoat. Seeing her buttocks naked. I pressed my erect cock on her small round ass.
Asha Aunty shrieked out loudly at the sudden attack on her. She turned back with frightened eyes and, seeing me, began hitting me on the chest. “You scared me to death, Rajesh. I didn’t call you, so why this sudden visit.” Pushing her frontal body to the cooking platform.
I tried to enter her from the back but was unsuccessful. That’s when she said the opening lines. Asha Aunty was a tiny lady with small B-cup boobs, a narrow waistline and a small cute ass. What I liked about her was the withstanding power of her feeble body.
No matter how hard I fuck her, she won’t complain and keep asking for more.
Myself: Please Aunty, let me allow in. I promise I will finish in a few minutes.
Asha Aunty: That’s what you said when you fucked me for the first time in the village. But you went on and on for an hour, not once but twice. I can’t take chances with you. Your Uncle will be coming by 6 pm and we are going to Temple. Please, not now. You can come tomorrow morning by 11 am when my husband goes to work. We can fuck leisurely till 1, now go Rajesh, I beg you.
Myself: I will come tomorrow also Aunty. Please understand my situation, I am very much horny and need release.
Asha Aunty: Why did your girlfriend ditch you?
Myself: No, she went home early.
Asha Aunty: Tell me why you are so anxious to take this old Aunty.
Myself: Who said you are old? You are a sex bomb like Sukanya Ma’am.
Asha Aunty: Now, that’s interesting. Who is this Sukanya Madam?
I chided myself for saying my Professor’s name.
Myself: She is my guide for my final year project, Aunty.
Asha Aunty: Did you not get to fuck her?
Myself: She is the one who gave me this goddamn erection.
Asha Aunty: Hmm….after giving an erection, she ditched you. Tell me honestly, with how many ladies you are having an affair.
Myself: Trust me, Aunty. It’s you and my girlfriend Isha only.
Asha Aunty: Then how come that Madam of yours gave an erection when you are not having an affair with her?
I tried to bend Asha Aunt’s upper body down to the platform so that I could have access to her pussy. But damn it, she was teasing me and kept on talking.
Myself: I had gone to her cabin and accidentally saw her cleavage.
Asha Aunty: You saw her cleavage and got hard. You came to me thinking I would spread my legs for you. So you can pour your cum in me. Isn’t it?
Myself: Please let me in, Aunty, or I will cum on your ass.
Asha Aunty: Ok cum. I will wipe it. Just seeing her cleavage, you got horny. You see lots of cleavage of your female college friends. Should I allow you inside me every time whenever you get horny?
Myself: Only this time, Aunty. Please cooperate with me. This was something special.
Asha Aunty: Wow. If you are so horny, you could have jerked, why come to me. Tell me, what was so special about your Madam’s cleavage?
Keeping my cock firmly lodged in her ass crack, took my hand up and cupped her small boobs on the saree pallo. My thumbs frantically searched for her nipples.
Locating them, I rolled them in my fingers and found them hard and erect. I knew she was horny and was teasing me. It was time for me to get her jealous.
Myself: Sukanya Ma’am has DD boobs. They are huge, just like watermelons. You can’t hold each tit in both hands.
Asha Aunty’s face turned red when I explained Sukanya’s big tits. She tried to pull my hands away from her boobs and pushed her ass back to take my cock away from her buttocks.
Asha Aunty: Why did you come to me? You should have gone to that big booby Ma’am and fucked her. Why did you come to this small tit lady? I got everything small. Tits, ass and even pussy.
Myself: That’s why I have come to you, Aunty. I want your small tight pussy.
Asha Aunty: Chal hat jhoote. When your desire is finished with me, you will go back to your girlfriend Isha or maybe your big boobs, Ma’am.
Myself: Am I not coming to satisfy you whenever you call me, Aunty? Just this once, I came unannounced.
Asha Aunty: I know. You have come whenever I needed a cock. That’s why I am still talking to you, not throwing you out of my house yet.
Myself: Sorry, Aunty. I will suck you tomorrow and no fucking, and won’t stop till you ask me to. Just this once.
Asha Aunty: Really, no fucking tomorrow and only pussy eating.
Myself: Yes, Aunty, trust me.
Asha Aunty: Ok, I believe you. You should do what I ask for without any complaints when you come tomorrow. Got it, Rajesh?
Myself: Sure, Aunty.
Asha Aunty removed the blouse hooks, let her tiny tits hang down. She spread her legs wide, and I saw her pussy lips parting and opening up.
Asha Aunty: Ok, beta. You can enter me, but make it quick. I haven’t got all day to play with you.
Myself: Oh, you are so wet. I can’t believe it. Yet you were teasing me.
Asha Aunty: Just fuck me, bastard and cum soon.
Myself: Yes, yes, Aunty, I will cum quickly. Thanks for letting me in.
Asha Aunty: Stop talking, push your cock in and start fucking.
Myself: Yes, yes. How come you are wet?
Asha Aunty: The moment I saw your cock on my ass, my pussy melted and poured its juices. Is your cock fully inside. I don’t feel like I am filled up completely today, unlike last time.
Myself: I am only half inside Aunty. Shall I push fully inside?
Asha Aunty: Push in more and cum soon.
Myself: It’s fully inside you, Aunty. Shall I fuck in shallow strokes or go all the way inside.
Asha Aunty: Now you have filled me up. Pull it out full and enter me again with full force.
Myself: Ok, Aunty, OMG! Your pussy is so tight. Even Isha’s pussy is not tight as yours. Yours is so nice to drill, tight and hot.
Asha Aunty: Maybe Isha has got fucked with a bigger cock than yours. For me, yours is the second cock other than my husband’s. Your 8-inch is too big and thick for my tiny pussy bastard. That’s why I fell for you despite being happily married, risking my marital life just for your cock.
Myself: I am glad that you allow me. Isha uses a big dildo whenever she gets horny. Yours is tight and juicy. Nice to fuck, Aunty.
Asha Aunty: Stop buttering me. I will kick you out if you don’t concentrate on fucking. Stop talking and fuck me hard, bastard.
Myself: Yes, Aunty, I will. Your cum is all over my cock. Did you cum again? I can feel your juice lubricating my cock.”
Asha Aunty: Of fuck, yes, I cum just now. Finish before I come for the third time. Hold my tits and pound me hard. Why do you think I opened the blouse and let my tits out? To hold and squeeze them while you fuck me, idiot.
Myself: Sorry, Aunty. I forgot as I was eager to get my cock inside your warm pussy.
Asha Aunty: Warm pussy, damn it. My pussy is always warm, if I am aroused or not. Why didn’t you feel like holding my small tits after seeing your Ma’am’s monster boobs which got you aroused?
Myself: Not like that. Sukanya Ma’am’s tits are only good to see. Even both my palms are not enough to cup her one tit. How can I play with both her tits?
Asha Aunty: Then have group sex with her along with your friend. She can feed the whole class with her big ones. Even her pussy should also be very big. The whole class can have fun with her plump body.
Myself: That’s not a bad idea. Have you ever thought of having group-sex Aunty? I can bring my friends over, and we all can have a good time together.
Asha Aunty: WTF. I am having trouble satisfying you and your 8-inch one. You are talking of bringing your friends here and allowing your Aunty to fuck them. Are you out of your mind?
Myself: Sorry, Aunty. I just asked if you are eager to enjoy with more college students.
Asha Aunty: I will ask you to bring your friends when you are not capable of getting hard like my hubby. You can watch your friend’s banging me like a cuckold and masturbate.
Myself: Sorry again. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. My cock gets hard just by seeing you smile. Then why should I bring my friends here?
Asha Aunty: Aah! Now you are fucking me nicely. Is it because I told you to become a cuckold?
Myself: Not like that, Aunty. Your pussy is dripping again. Did you come again?
Asha Aunty: Aagh, yes, I came again, baby.
Myself: Is it because I told you about group sex with my friends?
Asha Aunty: Maybe. I think I came thrice now just because of your pounding. Or because you spoke about having group sex with your friends.
Myself: I think it’s because of both. Isn’t it, Aunty?
Asha Aunty: Oh my God. I never thought sex would be so beautiful with a young guy like you. I can’t get enough of you, baby.
Myself: You didn’t answer me, Aunty.
Asha Aunty: Pound me, hard baby. What should I tell you?
Myself: The real reason. I am asking again. Would you like to have group sex with my friends?
Asha Aunty: My God. You are impossible, Rajesh. Yes, I have a wild fantasy of having sex with multiple men. Are you satisfied now?
Myself: Just share your wildest dreams. I will try to fulfil it. How many men would you like to have at one time?
Asha Aunty: Oh no. You are pestering me a lot instead of taking care of my pussy and your release. Ok, I admit. I need many men like you. Hard as steel and should stay erect for a long.
Myself: You didn’t say how many.
Asha Aunty: Ok, let me think. Meanwhile, fuck me properly. One in my pussy, one in my ass and one in my mouth.
Myself: Can you take double penetration, Aunty? I think it’s too tough for your tiny hole.
Asha Aunty: That’s my wish, idiot. I don’t know if I can take two cocks at one time. I am not yet finished.
Myself: Ok, continue, and I will keep the count.
Asha Aunty: One in each hand to masturbate them. So total five. I want two men to suck my tiny tits. That makes seven. Ah, I forgot, I need a man to suck my clit when I am fucked like a bitch from both ends. That makes eight.
Myself: Are you joking, Aunty? Eight men at one time. Each one will take hours to cum. You will be drained out completely by the time you make all of them cum.
Asha Aunty: I am not yet finished, idiot. I need two more cock lined up for blowjob so I can taste different cock while I get banged. Is it ten now, Rajesh?
Myself: Consider another one, and it will be a full cricket team banging you. I will bring my cricket team to satisfy you.
Asha Aunty: That’s also not bad. But where will I accommodate the eleventh guy?
Myself: Think over. You came again.
Asha Aunty: Yes, I know, duffer. Where was I? The eleventh guy can suck my pussy when a cock is moving in and out and drink my cum. That will be you, my boy.
Myself: No way. I will be inside your warm hot pussy.
Asha Aunty: Then the eleventh man will be sucking your cum stained cock as you fuck me.
Myself: No way I am allowing a man to suck my cock. I think you should take two cocks in your mouth and give a double blowjob.
Asha Aunty: That’s not a bad idea. 2 cocks in mouth and 2 cocks for standby. 2 cocks for hand-job. 2 to suck my tits. 2 for pussy and ass. 1 to lick my clit. That completes the team. Isn’t it Rajesh?
Myself: That will be one of the wildest sex if ever it happens. It will be better than porn, as it’s fake most of the time.
Asha Aunty turned her head to kiss me but stopped mid-way. Her eyes were on the kitchen window, and I turned towards it. I saw a young girl peeping at us through the open window.
Asha Aunty: Oh my God, that’s Nafisa, my maid. Why did she come at this time? How am I going to keep her mouth shut now? Pull your cock out and go to the hall. You are nothing but trouble for me always.
Myself: But I haven’t cum yet, Aunty.
Asha Aunty: To hell with your release. Now go, I need to think.
Reluctantly I pulled my cock from the warm pussy. Pulling my pants up, I walked to the hall and sat on the sofa watching TV. Asha Aunty dropping her saree down, hooking her blouse hooks, asked the maid for her to come in.
The girl was saying something that I couldn’t hear. Aunty said to come through the kitchen back door.
Continued in the next part.
