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I worked for an insurance company. My team was located in a small colony of Delhi and were a close knit group with most of us living in the same block of flats. We met often, during festivals and celebrations and the like.

Amit  was the first to get his parents over to visit. Most of us were just waiting for the right time. His father quickly adjusted to our lifestyle. I gathered that he was really looking forward to this visit. But I could see from the very first day that his mother, who I called Pinky -aunty, found it very difficult. She had no companions of her age and she felt out of place. While the girls in the flat complex went on walks, or shopping or to the movies together, I often saw her alone, looking forlorn and sad.

It was very easy to see the dynamic being played out in Amit 's house, which was something very common back home in India. A dominant male, head of the household. A quiet, submissive, subservient female. The other younger male(s) in the house taking their cues from the elder male on how to behave towards and treat the females of the house.
Amit  and his dad did not blatantly abuse Pinky -aunty. But their verbal barbs and the way they treated her in front of others made me feel sorry for her. She was not allowed to open her mouth in others' company, and was almost always confined to the kitchen. I observed them commanding and ordering her around even in my presence. One day Amit  even had the temerity to comment on her cooking while I was invited to dinner. Amit 's dad also joined in berating her. I could see the embarrassment on her face at this treatment. I would not have dreamt of doing this to my mother in a million years!
Amit  had given her a laptop with a DVD drive and he told me that he rented local language DVDs from that shop in the Indian Market, and that his mother spent time watching those movies. At least she had that, I told myself.

I had found out that Pinky -aunty had grown up in a town not too far from the one where I spent my youth upto when I went to work in the big city. In the few times that we were able to chat, we found a lot of common things to talk about, mostly relating to our hometowns and the surrounding areas. It seemed to me that aunty married very young. Though Sidharth  and I were of the same age, she was much younger than my mother. I liked being around her. I even managed to accompany her for some distance on her walks, giving some excuse or another to be close to her. But even at those times she used to look around furtively to see if anyone had seen her talking to me. I, of course, made sure to approach her only when Amit  and his dad were away.

Pinky -aunty was very, very fair. I was the typical  North  Indian. Tall, slim. She had long, heavy hair that she took care of very well. Her braids were thick and when she flung it over her shoulder and onto the front of her body, she reminded me of a sexy, seductive movie star. She was unlike most Indian ladies and mothers of that time. She appeared to be physically fit. I wondered if it was natural or if she was secretly working out. She did not have fat hanging under her arms and her belly was relatively flat. The flesh on her radiant face was tight and without any wrinkles or lines. She had a nice behind. Not too big and not too small either. Her sari was wound tight on her ass and I ogled her from behind every chance I got. I kept reminding myself that she was Sidharth 's mother.
But one night I found myself fantasizing about her! Fuck! That night, as was usual, I was lying in my bed, watching porn on my laptop and jerking off before I fell asleep. Instead of fantasizing about the girls at work or my colleagues' wives, I found myself thinking about Pinky -aunty! Her thick thighs outlined under her sari. Her exposed hips showing her nice curves, her wide waist. Her bra straps clearly visible under her blouse.
I fisted my thick, heavy penis and thought about the time I caught her once (just once) squatting down to get something from a lower shelf in her kitchen and found myself looking at her tight ass, wondering what kind of panties she was wearing under there.

Another time (just once) I saw her stretch her arms up, this time getting something from a top shelf that was out of reach for her and I saw her beautiful tits from the side, raised and held tight by her bra, the cups of her bra themselves clearly visible through the sheer material of her blouse and the nipples poking out and the areola pressed hard against her bra. That time I went into the kitchen to help her and she gratefully smiled at me, but I knew she had caught me peeking down the front of her blouse, which she hastily adjusted.
I grabbed my cock and stroked it, imagining doing to Pinky -aunty what the guy in the video was doing to his woman. I rammed my cock in and out of Pinky -aunty's creaming cunt. After a while I jumped up and cradled her face in my hands and mouth-fucked her. Then suddenly and abruptly I turned her around and parted her ass cheeks and fucked her in the ass, her asshole was very dark and the skin on her ass crack was darker still compared to the rest of her body. All this time Pinky -aunty was submissive and cooperative, letting me do as I pleased. She groaned and moaned and let out all those sexy, erotic noises. And finally I pulled my dick out of her ass, and she turned to accept my cum on her face. I plunged my thick dick into her mouth and at the very last instant I pulled it out and sprayed her face with ropes of my hot, sticky cum. Some of it fell on her eyes, nose and lips. Fuck! Pinky -aunty! I screamed into my pillow. Jerking off to aunty felt soooo good! But man, I was twenty four and still a virgin and Pinky -aunty was my friend's mother! What the fuck! I repeated this in the morning in front of the full length mirror I had in my room.
The second weekend that they were here, Amit  and his dad had to go out to watch a local football game, and he requested that I take Pinky -aunty to the nearby Indian market to get the weekly groceries and DVDs and the like. I readily agreed.

While quiet and timid when Sidharth  and his father were around, I found she was quite talkative, inquisitive and almost bold in talking to me, which I liked. She asked about my family back home, my mother and father and the like. Then in due course, the talk turned to marriage and she asked, "Sidharth , are you parents looking out for a girl for you?"
I said, "Oh no, Pinky -aunty. I am not ready yet. There's still time."
She asked, "Or is it that you have a girl in mind?"
"Ha ha, aunty! No nothing like that. I will probably just be normal. Get hitched to a girl my parents agree on. But I have told them to wait for a few more years."
On the way back from the Indian store, on a whim I said to her, "Aunty, why don't you come to my flat for a change. Let me make my special tea and we can have it with the snacks I bought."
She just laughed, "What! You making tea for me? Really! I have to see that! Sidharth  and his dad never even step into the kitchen!"

So we came back to my flat and as I busied myself in my small kitchen, Pinky -aunty walked around looking at things. We kept our conversation going, with her shouting out questions and I answering from the kitchen. This went on for a while. But suddenly I realized that there was no sound from aunty for a while! What was she doing?
I walked out, and froze! She was standing beside my bed, which I always kept made, neat and tidy. But in my rush that morning I had forgotten to put away my personal laptop, which was open on the bedside table. I had not bothered to put a display lock on it. I guessed she may have touched a key on the keyboard, by accident or on purpose. The screen had come alive and the video I was watching on it last had started playing.
It was hardcore porn! Even from where I stood I could see the figures engaged in sex. A studly man was ramming his cock into a dark-haired girl's mouth, using it like her cunt, while another girl caressed his ass and fingered his asshole and licked the first girl's hairy cunt.

Pinky -aunty stood stock-still, watching the video with a shocked expression on her face, but still looking and digesting the movie playing just the same.
I too was shocked. Fuck! What has to be done? I couldn't move. We must have stood there for what seemed like an eternity but could have been max fifteen seconds. It was a totally embarrassing situation. Thoughts ran through my head like lightning. I should probably walk back silently to the kitchen and resume our conversation like nothing had happened.
But I was too late.

She felt my presence and turned around and faced me! I was caught! I felt the blood rushing to my face, and I felt hot all over. I didn't know where I got the courage to look her in the eye. And I blurted and stammered, "I eh.. Eh..aunty..that..video..ah..you.know...sorry aunty. I didn't..last night"
She let out a small giggle, "Sorry? Sorry for what? Don't be sorry. You think I don't know what you boys do? Forget it. It's..It's...just interesting..what you are watching..no? This..this..is good for you?" She pointed at the video, which was still playing. Now the italian stud was fucking the dark haired young girl, while the other girl was licking his asshole and sucking on his balls.

She turned around and looked at the screen once more. The guy had taken his dick out of the first girl's cunt and the second girl was now licking it clean of the juices and also inserting her tongue into the first one's cunt and asshole. I did not say anything. I just walked past her and slammed the screen down, not wanting to extend my embarrassment. I pulled out the cable that connected my laptop to the external drive that held my porn archive. I usually downloaded stuff, not wanting to be online while watching such movies.
Aunty just let out a small laugh, "Sidharth ! Don't worry. I won't tell anybody. As if it is anybody's business anyway. Forget about it!"

I felt my face flush with heat and embarrassment and shame. Why did it have to be her!
"Come, Sidharth , " she said. "Let's have that tea of yours. Let's see how it tastes."
She tried to talk about other things and that was nice of her. But we both really knew the embarrassing situation I was in. It really did get better as we talked about our hometown. I thought she felt homesick and again I felt sorry for her. Suddenly she looked at her watch and realized how late it was and jumped up, "Oh Sidharth ! I have to go. I have to have dinner ready for them. They will be back soon. Aiyoh!"
I said, "Don't worry aunty. I will come and help. We will be done before they come back. Amit  knows I like to cook. I will just tell them I was helping and learning from you. Just stay for some more time and we can go together."
She looked at me with her big, dark, deep, pretty eyes and my heart melted. I pushed her to the floor, lifted up her sari and licked her cunt till her juices seeped out. And then I fucked her and came all over her body. She was goading and egging me on all the way. She smiled a sly, naughty smile as she wiped my semen from her face with her palm.
"Oh. Ok. Ok. I think that is a good idea. We can tell them that," Saying this, she calmed down and we started chatting once again. She told me stories of her family, and asked about mine. We grew comfortable with each other. But soon it was time to get back.

She seemed happy and relaxed as we walked slowly to their flat. But all this changed as soon as we reached their house. Amit  and his dad were already there! Something happened. The game they had gone to watch had to be stopped and they had returned earlier than expected.
They were furious at Pinky -aunty. "Hey," Amit 's dad shouted. "Where were you? Where did you go?" And Amit  jumped in, "Yeah, mummy, you only went to the Indian market. What took you so long?"
Aunty was at a loss for words, and she began stuttering and stammering.
But I quickly said, "No, no, Amit . It was my fault. Actually, you see, my car had some starting trouble and we had to wait for the guy to come out and fix it. Took about an hour. We actually left late and just got back."
This seemed to calm them a bit. "OK!" Amit 's father said. "Fine. Go make us some tea. This time make it hot and add that ginger and masala thing. Last time you did not! Don't forget!!"
"Yeah, mummy, " That asshole Amit  added. "Make more this time. We may want more than one cup."
Father and son sat down to watch yet another stupid program on the television.
Aunty and I exchanged a long look. I could sense the sadness in her eyes. Our eye contact lasted for a few more seconds than it should have. Her eyes said, "I told you so!" and I kept looking at her until she tore her eyes from mine. She turned and walked away quietly to the kitchen.
That night I once again thought of Pinky -aunty and her reaction to watching my porn video. I masturbated. I imagined undressing her, taking off her clothes one at a time. First her sari, then her blouse. I pictured her in her bra and panties. I have a severe panty fetish, but all I could do was watch videos and imagine the women and girls I met in their underwear. I wondered what kind Pinky -aunty wore. Perhaps she only had the ones she brought from India. Yes, definitely. She would be wearing full-back indian panties. Cotton variety, probably plain ones, thick against her crotch, her gusset stained and wet with her secretions and wide and tight behind, against her ass cheeks. I stroked myself to ejaculation that night, and once again in the morning. I was desperate. I wanted to fuck Pinky -aunty. I wanted to lose my virginity to her. But how?

That Sunday happened to be a special festival day and Amit  had invited me to lunch with his family. I knew that for this occasion people usually made large quantities and many varieties of dishes of all kinds. Aunty had told me about what she planned to make, and I took this opportunity to go to their house much earlier than needed, using the pretext of helping her cook.

Amit  and his dad were none the wiser. They were watching a County Cricket championship game. Boring!
Pinky -aunty looked especially radiant on this day. She had bathed and done her pooja (prayers) and had worn a beautiful, festive, colorful sari and matching blouse. She had a bright red bindi,. She smelled divine. I could sense the sandalwood cream on her body and the faint remnants of the soap from her bath. Her hair was still unmade and a bit she had it bunched inside a towel she wrapped on her head.
I had done my part too, having bathed and shaved and was wearing a traditional North  Indian bright yellow shirt along with a comfortable matching cotton sweatpant. I knew I looked dashing and smart. (I was vain)
She looked at me as I entered the kitchen, and gave me a sweet smile. She reached up and smeared a bit of that sacred ash on my forehead and touched my cheek with her cool hands.
She and I went about making the food for the festival lunch. It was so nice to be close to her. Fuck! I could have her right there on her kitchen floor!
They lived in a flat that was bigger than mine. The kitchen had a 'serving window', one that looked out onto the dining room. Past the dining room was the main living room, and standing at the serving window I could see the TV that was playing in the living room.

The kitchen was not big, and as we worked together, aunty and I often brushed our bodies past each other. We touched each other, but thought nothing of it. But after about half an hour of this, I could not handle it. She looked so innocent, appealing, sexy even in her traditional outfit and seeing her exposed stomach, back, hips, and her cleavage that was visible with her bra peeking out from time to time, and the suppleness of the tops of her tits, her lips, mouth, neck - all this had my imagination running wild.

What? Had she forgotten about the porn she watched on my laptop? Was it not playing in her mind? Did she not picture me watching porn and masturbating?
"Sidharth !" She whispered, suddenly. I was jolted from my reverie. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what was happening, what I was doing that caused her to call out to me.
She was standing at the counter. I could see the dining room, and then beyond it, the backs of the heads of Amit  and his father as they chatted and talked and pumped their fists and screamed at the match running on the TV.
But that couldn't be why? Then it hit me like a punch to my gut. With a shock I realized that I had my hands on her!
My left hand was on her exposed waist, my fingers curled around the thin line of fat where she tucked her sari to her body. I could feel the suppleness and the coolness of her flesh on my fingers. My other hand was on her right thigh, my palm flat, pressing into the firm, hard muscle feeling its thickness and roundness. My torso was pressed against her ass, not hard, but just touching her. But it was enough. I could, and I was sure she could too, feel my thick dick as it rested against one of her ass cheeks. How long was I like that? I couldn't say.

Her body was still as a steel pipe, but her head was turned towards me as she looked into my eyes with her large, black eyes. She had a scared expression on her face and her eyes were wide.
I stepped back from her as if I had touched a live wire of electricity. She quickly turned away to see if either of the men had noticed, but fortunately they were too engrossed in the game to pay any heed.

I gasped, and whispered, "oh! Aunty!! I am..sorry..I don't..know.. remember..how..why..I..I.," Then I said in a cool, composed voice. "Sorry, Pinky -aunty, I should go. I..I will come back later."
"No! Sidharth ! Stay. Don't go!" And she turned and we looked at each other. She wasn't scared, or angry or embarrassed. "I want you to stay here with me!" She whispered, and we stared at each other.
Before I could answer we heard Amit 's voice as he called out to his mother. And he was walking towards us! Within a couple of seconds he had bounded into the kitchen. We had very little time to react!
I gasped and crouched down and made as if I was searching for something inside the shelves. Aunty also quickly turned away and acted busy as Amit  came into the kitchen.

"Hey mother! When will food be ready? Smells so good! We are hungry!" And he said to me jokingly, "Hey, Sidharth , hope you are not distracting my mother and making her late!"
"Hey, Amit ! No, nothing like that. Just trying to make sure we get everything perfect. Need to be patient!"

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"Ok. Ok," he said, picking up some snacks. He looked at me and smirked, "Hey buddy, learn well from my mom. Will help you after you get married. Haha!" and he walked out. Aunty and I looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
We had a close shave. We were breathing heavily as we got back to work. With Amit  back in the living room, aunty looked at me with her eyes now calm and soft.

She glanced at the men, making sure we were still safe, reached out and touched my body. She placed her palm on my firm stomach, kept it there for a few seconds, and then moved it down to the front of my body. Incredibly, my cock was still semi-hard! As Pinky -aunty touched it, we both could feel it growing in thickness. The material of my sweatpant was very thin, and I could feel her fingers curl over my penis. I was dumbfounded, and couldn't move. She moved her hands on my crotch and took a hold of one of my balls. Then the other. Fuck!
She had magic in her hands. It reached a point where my dick was hurting, being in the confines of my underwear. I needed to free it. I instinctively tried to push her hand away

But she easily pushed the waist of my sweatpants down, and my undershorts came down with it. I automatically pushed them down further and my rigid cock sprung free and throbbed and jerked between us in the warm air of the kitchen.
For an instant we both looked at my thick, black, veiny, smelly cock. We saw the head of my dick swell and the foreskin roll off the smooth, dark purple head.
Aunty gasped at what I had done. She quickly looked down at gaped open-mouthed for about five seconds and her eyes widened. I was sure she hadn't seen anything like my cock. The long pole of muscle's black skin was shiny and my foreskin was tucked neatly under the taut, smooth, glowing purple head. My dick stood at an angle, throbbing and jerking slightly.

She looked up quickly once again and made sure the men were not going to be coming near us any time soon. She reached out and touched my exposed penis. She reached out and fisted my cock.
The feeling was incredible!
This was the first time anyone else had touched my cock. I was in a trance as she moved her hand up and down. I couldn't handle it after about a minute. I had never felt like this before. So far, my cock had only experienced the touch of my fingers and hand.

I was faintly aware of the noise coming from the room where Amit  and his father were watching the match. I knew that the game was reaching a climactic stage and neither of them would budge from the front of the TV, and that there was no danger of them coming to the kitchen.
She curled her fingers around my thick penis and pressed. Her palm was cool on my dick and I let out a sigh. No one had ever jerked me off. I had fantasized and dreamt about this moment, when some girl or woman would be pleasuring me this way. The girls I worked with, my friends' wives, those I saw on the street - but never had I imagined it was going to be Pinky -aunty. Fuck!
But here I was, in the kitchen of my friend's house, with his mother holding my dick, fisting and giving me a hand job. She dipped her fingers in a nearby bowl of warm oil and placed it on my cock. It made the skin slide even more smoothly on the hard muscle. I could feel the thick vein on the underside of my dick being pressed by her palm. Motherfucker! I was about to come. A tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out of the head of my dick and as Pinky -aunty stroked my dick slowly, some of the pre-cum went on her hand. As she felt the sticky liquid touch her fingers, she suddenly jerked down and looked at my cock. But she continued to stroke it.
My dam broke that very instant.
I gasped, and whispered, "Oh! Pinky -aunty, aunty, aaaahh! Aaaahhh!!"
She looked down quickly and removed her hand. She knew I was about to finish. She bounded to the entrance to the kitchen to make sure Amit  or his father didn't come in. But she still turned and looked at me as I placed my fist on my dick and jerked.

I ejaculated. Rope after rope of long, white creamy liquid spurted from my pee hole in wide arcs and fell on the tiles of the kitchen like rain drops. I had seen this hundreds of times. I knew how much I came. It felt glorious! It felt like I was unloading buckets of cum and the feeling was exquisite. But I was looking at Pinky -aunty, wanting to see her reaction.
She was staring wide-eyed and her mouth was open and her chest was rising and falling slowly as she absorbed what she was seeing. It was fantastic to be seen, to have someone look on as I came. It was so erotic and added to the pleasure of the moment!

After about eight spurts, my ejaculation subsided. I removed my hand and my thick dick was still throbbing and jerking. I reached up to the counter and tore off a paper towel and wiped the oil and remaining semen from my cock. I pulled up my underwear and adjusted my clothes.
Aunty was motionless and speechless and still staring at me as I pulled out a cloth rag and wiped the kitchen floor. I wiped all traces of my cum and dropped the rag in the dustbin. Then I went and joined the men in the living room.
After a few minutes aunty called out to us that the food was ready, as she laid out a delicious spread for us.
Needless to say, I thought about her that night and masturbated. I imagined fucking her in all sorts of positions and locations. I played different scenarios in my mind. Would I go straight for her cunt? Ram my dick into her hairy pussy or would I take my time? First suck her nipples, finger fuck her so she could be lubricated before I put my cock into her. Or would I ask her to suck my cock? Would she? What if I couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth or in her cunt within seconds of entering her? What would her pussy lips be like? Would her inner lips be thick and protruding or would her cunt's outer lips cover everything and be like a thin line, like on a young girl? And her asshole! Man, I loved seeing a woman's asshole. It was one of the things I focused on while watching porn. Would hers be hairy or clean shaven, big and puckered? Would she let me touch her asshole and finger it? Fuck! So many things to think of!
It was only a matter of time before I fucked her, of course. Would it be the next day, the day after, the weekend? When will we get together again? Fuck! I would be losing my virginity soon, goddammit! Yes!
But the next morning Amit  announced that his parents had gone to visit his father's cousin in a town about an hour away.
"What?" I said, trying to hide my disappointment, and surprise. Fortunately, he did not notice it. I knew of this relative of Amit 's. She and her husband were doctors and had a young daughter about the same age as Amit . If I recall correctly, she too was a doctor.
"Yeah. Dad wanted to visit her. They may be there for a few weeks, you know, and then back."
A few weeks! Fucker!

Shit! There went my plan of fucking Pinky -aunty and losing my virginity any time soon. It was only two or three weeks. I consoled myself. But fuck, man! I was so close. I was desperate. Just think of her and jerk off till you see her again! But, what is the guarantee she would let me fuck her when she gets back? What if all this was a joke to her! No. I had to see her. Meet her. Talk to her. Talk her into letting me sleep with her. But how?
That evening I went to Amit 's flat as a sink in his bathroom needed fixing and he knew I was kind of a handyman and could mend it for him. So while he was on the phone ordering chinese takeaway I was in the spare bathroom fixing his sink. Lo and behold! What did I see there! A basket containing clothes ready to be washed. Women's clothes. Aunty's to be sure! Fucking hell. This was godsent. A sign for me. I quickly rummaged in the basket. I could still hear Amit  on the phone. I pushed clothes aside and rapidly scanned them and hit the motherload! As soon as I laid eyes on what looked like panties, I swiped them and put them into the pockets of my shorts. I had no idea what they looked like. I would have enough time to examine them back in the privacy of my own flat. I was on tenterhooks all evening. While fixing the bathroom sink, eating Chinese with Amit , acting like I was interested in the football game that was on TV - all the time I had an intense, painful erection in my shorts. Man, I had a woman's panties, Pinky -aunty's panties that too, in my pocket. I was in for a long night. It was going to be a glorious jerk-off session.
And I was right. Back in my flat I undressed, lay on my bed naked and took out the two panties I had picked, and examined them. They were Indian cotton, full back panties. They were wide at the back but I didn't think they were wide enough to cover her ass. The panties were relatively new. I guessed aunty had bought them before coming over to visit. But each gusset was thick and crusty and hard. The crotch was pinched and crumpled and I could sense a line running the length of it where it must have pressed against her cunt lips. Fuck! I took one to my nose and inhaled. Heaven! This is how a cunt smelled! Musty and pungent with a hint of piss. The same with the second pair. I wrapped one around my thick dick, and the other I pressed to my nose and mouth. I edged for the next couple for hours. I inhaled the scent of Pinky -aunty's cunt. I rubbed my cock on the crotch of her panties. I lay face down, with the underside of my cock rubbing on her panties, and my face buried in the crotch of the other. Oh! What a glorious feeling. I imagined fucking her. My face in her hairy crotch, my dick in her hands, mouth, cunt and asshole. I came so many times that night.
It wasn't enough. I had to see her. Meet her and fuck her. I couldn't wait for three weeks.
It was not difficult to get the address and phone number of the house where they were staying as their hosts were prominent doctors in that town. I called the number the next morning from a public phone booth. With any luck I would get to talk to Pinky -aunty.
I was rewarded. It was indeed she who picked up after a few rings.
"Aunty, this is Sidharth . I want to see you!"
"Ar..Sidharth ..what..wher...why?" she stammered in surprise.
"Why?? You know why...."
"No. Here? No. They are. I am.. No," she still was confused.
"Aunty, there must be some time when they...you are alone?"

There was silence at the other end for about 10 seconds. I thought I had crossed a line and she was annoyed and upset at me. But she suddenly said, "This Saturday. They are going to see a famous site seeing around here. I..I..I am not interested. I think they said they will leave early and be back by noon or something....," she drifted off.
I reached their house early that Saturday and waited out their house from a nearby bus stop. Sure enough, a group left the house in a station wagon. I waited for about five minutes and approached the house.
Pinky -aunty opened the door before I could ring the bell, and ushered me in hurriedly.
She was in the standard indian sari I had grown accustomed to seeing her in. I still found her ravishing. Her long hair was undone and fell on her face and shoulders and back. But she had washed her face and it was bright and shiny and she smiled as she looked at me. It was a simple, genuine smile that turned into a naughty grin.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered. "What if someone saw you?"
I shrugged. "I had to see you!" I stepped towards her, but she stepped back, and I was scared for the very first time. Did I presume a lot? Did I think that just because she started a handjob for me and saw me masturbate that she'd sleep with me? Fuck! Did I make a horrible mistake?

"No," she said, then to my relief she added, "Not here!" And she walked up the stairs.
I followed her as she entered the spare bedroom and pointed to the bathroom. I went in and cleaned and freshened myself. Fuck! I was going to have sex! I was sure about this! . My cock responded immediately. Blood flowed into it and as I held it in my hand It became erect. I could feel it growing in thickness and heat. My cock-head was shiny, purple. I was forced to put it back into my shorts. When I came back to the bedroom, Pinky -aunty had changed to the standard indian night gown that women wore. It covered her from her neck to her ankles.
But I was in for a shock when I looked up at her. She was looking at me with what was surely lust in her eyes. I could sense the anticipation in her eyes, just like the time she stared at me jerking off in Amit 's kitchen.
"Take off your clothes," she whispered. "All of it!"

I undressed hurriedly. I stood naked in front of her. I could feel my cock standing erect between us. It felt heavy and thick and hot. It was jerking up and down. I fisted it involuntarily and jerked it a couple of times. It felt so great.
Aunty was staring at my cock. This was not the first time she was seeing it. But her eyes bulged and she swallowed, and licked her lips. Then with one fluid motion she lifted her dress and pulled it above her head and threw it down.
I was dumbstruck. As she pulled her dress up, I could see her well formed, curvy calves. Then her beautiful, fleshy knees. Above that, her thick, marbled thighs. Fuck! I could see her hairy crotch where her thighs met. But my eyes were drawn now to her breasts as they were exposed. Full, heavy, rounded, with not a hint of sag. They stood firm and proud. Her nipples were dark and even in my inexperienced state, but with the knowledge gained from watching innumerable porn, I could sense their thickness and hardness.

I gulped as she cupped and squeezed her tits. Then she passed one hand down her body, past her belly button and abdomen and turned her hand and cupped her crotch.
My eyes followed her hand, but her eyes were on mine. I quickly looked up at her, and she smiled, turned and lay down in the bed. Completely naked. Ready. For me. And only me!

I stumbled to the edge of the bed and sat down. She looked at me and spread her legs. I looked down at her hairy pussy for the first time. It was glorious. Her outer lips covered her inner lips and I could see the dark, thin line of her cunt. She put her hand down there and parted her hair and used her fingers to open her outer pussy lips. I could see the pinkness inside.
Then to my surprise, she whispered, "Eat me, Sidharth . Lick me. Put your mouth there. Come on!"
Fuck! Fuck! As if she had commanded a robot, I moved and slipped between her raised and parted thighs. Without fore knowledge of what to expect, I placed my mouth on her hairy mound. Holy mother of god! What a glorious, fantastic fucking aroma and feeling. I inhaled the scent of my first cunt, as my lips made contact with her hair.
"Ahhhh," I heard her hiss. I did not know what to do. I opened my lips and put out my tongue to taste her. I made contact with damp hair and I licked her there. Then to my great and immediate relief, she held my head with one hand, and put her other hand between her cunt and my mouth. She parted her pussy lips and pushed my head down.
Fuck! I died and went to heaven. My lips and tongue touched her inner lips. They were warm, wet and slick. I sucked and licked and moved my head this way and that. Then she pulled my head up and now I tasted another pungent liquid, but then I felt something hard and thick on my lips. I was on her clit! Yes, it had to be! It was the size of a little knob. I sucked and pulled and licked it.

She was groaning and moaning and making all sorts of noise up there. I felt her not only hold my head in place, but also grind her pussy into my mouth.
"Ahh, Sidharth . Yes, Do it. Eat me. Lick me. Ahhh," she hissed.
I was surprised. This was Pinky -aunty? Wow!

Then she suddenly grabbed my head and turned so that I was on my back. I watched in shock as she crawled up to my head and straddled me and slowly lowered her cunt onto my mouth. Then she proceeded to rub it up and down. Fuck! My tongue repeatedly passed her clit, her piss hole and cunt hole. Up and down, up and down she went. I couldn't believe it. I had my hands on her firm asscheeks as she ground my face.
The suddenly she uttered a low guttural sound and became stiff. Then her torso jerked as if an electric shock had passed her body. Once, twice. And after a third time she was motionless. She grabbed my hair for support. And felt a tiny bit of thick, creamy liquidy substance ooze out of her.
"ohhhh,sid, aaaahhhh!" she hissed. I felt the weight of her entire body on my face. I could smell her cum and juices as they flowed on to me. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, she raised herself and rolled off of me.
She was not shy. She immediately looked at me and smiled shyly. "Oh, Sidharth ! That was great. ahhh, I don't remember the last time it..that..happened to me!"
I was in a trance. I was dumbstruck. All I could do was look at her. She reached out to where her nightie had fallen, and took it and wiped my face and giggled.
Then we both looked at me dick. I had my swollen member in my hand. It was throbbing and jerking. Small drops of precum had oozed out of it.

She looked at me and said with a soft laugh, "You seem ready!!"
As I raised myself to get between her raised knees, she lowered them and said, "Come here," and she motioned me up her body with her hands. Then she whispered, "Put it in my mouth. Let me taste you!"
Fucking mother of god! "No, aunty...I.. I.might..no..later...," I stammered.
She relented, and raised her thighs and parted them. This was it! I was going to fuck a woman!
She reached down and gently grabbed my dick. I lowered myself and she directed my cock into her cunt hole. We were looking at each other as she positioned me at the entrance. Then she let go of my cock and I pushed down a bit. Her cunt hairs pricked the head of my cock like a thousand needled. But I also felt some moistness, and warmth down there.
With a force that surprised me, and surely shocked her, I plunged down into her.
She gasped at the sudden thrust, and let out a yelp. "ohhh. Arrrruuuun...ahhhh!"
In an instant I could feel my thick cock-head push aside her lips. My dick slipped easily into her. I felt the walls of her cunt engulf the entire length of my cock.
I surprised myself once again, as I immediately rose and fell on her, as if I had done this all my life and this was not my first time. She had closed her eyes. She adjusted her position to allow me easier access and I fucked her.
I didn't know if I was being gentle or hard on her. But my cock slipped in and out of her easily, lubricated with her juices. I could think of nothing else but my cock. The pleasure I was deriving as all sides of my dick were rubbing against the insides of her cunt.

I lost count of the time. I realized that she had raised her feet off of the bed and had parted her thighs even further. Her hands were lovingly on my hips as she supported my thrashing and thrusting into her. I knew both of us were panting, gasping, groaning as we struggled together.
So this was what it all was about. Fucking. Screwing. Cock in cunt. It was glorious. I loved it. It was even more exhilarating than I had imagined. I looked down and saw my big, black, shiny cock covered in her white juices. Our bodies made squishing sounds as we slammed.

She smiled up at me and pulled me down and kissed me open mouthed. Our tongues clashed against each other. My spit flowed into her. I lost it at that moment. My dam broke.
I screamed, "Fuck, Pinky -aunty. Aaah,ahhh, ahhhh," I groaned in tune with my last hard thrusts. I even managed to keep looking at her and registering her expressions as I was about to explode inside her. She was breathing open mouthed, gasping with each of my thrusts.

Contd ....

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

Then with a mighty heave I gave one final grunt and thrust and lay still on her. At the very next instant my cock erupted in her. I counted at least eight spurts, as dick throbbed against the walls of her cunt. She held me tightly, enjoying every spurt as it fell inside her womb.


"Oooohhh, aunty.. Aaahhhh, fuuuk. That was absolutely...incredible!" I managed to gasp. "I want to fuck you forever!! Ahhhh!"
She giggled. We were like this for about half a minute, and then I rolled off of her. My slimy cock fell on her belly and our combined sticky juices made a trail on her.
"So. You finally did it, Sidharth !"

"Yes. Yes. Yes," I cried out. "I love it. I love fuckinnnnnngggg!"
We both looked at the clock. We still had time. We lay like that for a while. And suddenly she got up and started putting on her nightie. "Let me make some breakfast," she said.
"No, aunty. Let that wait. Please come back!"

She relented and came back and lay her naked body next to mine and then raised her head and placed it on my chest.
After a while I asked. "Aunty, can I ask you something?"
When she nodded, I asked, "When was the last time.. you..I mean..," She did not let me finish.
"You mean, when did I last have sex?" She raised her head and looked up at me and said, matter-of-factly, "Last night."
I was shocked. And she saw my shock, and chuckled. I stammered, "Las..last night? With uncle...?"
"Yes. Your uncle is a horny bastard. But not a very good ... you know...not good in..well he is not.,,has never been..Let's just say he is a two-minute-er...or less," and she laughed. "In-out, in-out, bam! I have had to use my hands.. A lot..from a long time ago..ha ha ha!!!"
I was really amazed at her frankness and candor. She realized this and looked at me and asked, "What? Do you think people stop sex when they hit forty? And women don't, yo know?" She made a jerking-off motion with her fist. And she laughed.

I shook my head, "No. No.. I thought.. Uncle..and ,,you..."
"Like I said, he is a cunning bastard and an asshole. He gets what he wants. He does it even when I. I..don't..I ..can't....fucker!!" And she slammed her fist on my chest.
We were silent for a while. Then I said, "You know, aunty, I have a piece of you with me."
She looked at me quizzically.

Then I told her about her panties. She laughed and said, "Really! That turns you on? You pervert! What do you do with it?" And she shook her head in mock disgust.
We chatted for some more time and then got up, cleaned and got dressed. But incredibly I was horny again. I had tasted sex and I wanted more. I stood close as she looked at herself in the mirror, arranging her clothes. She sensed my desire and turned to me. I put my hands on her hips and she understood what I wanted.
I pushed her against the wall, bent down and lifted her saree and petticoat and rode my hands up her legs. As I reached her waist I was in for a surprise. She did not have her panties on. My hands latched on to her bare asscheeks and I squeezed the firm muscles there. Then I moved my hands to the front and cupped her crotch. Her cunt hair was moist from the washing. I dipped my head and licked her cunt line. She gasped and grabbed my head and pushed it against her pussy.

"Oh! Sidharth !" she groaned.
I got up and unbuckled my pants and pushed it and my underwear down. My thick, rigid cock sprung upwards at an angle between us.
She grabbed it with her fist and pulled me towards her and in one swift motion directed my dick into her hole. She was not lubricated well this time and it was a bit hard for me, but I pushed with some force and her lips parted. The ring of her cunt hole was tight on my dick and held it in a vise-like grip. But it felt so pleasurable! The feeling of gradually decreasing pressure with simultaneously increasing lubrication was fantastic!
I had seen people in porn fucking with their clothes on and often wondered why and how they did it. But now it all made sense.

I was crouched in front of Pinky -aunty with my dick going in and out of her. She had one hand on her waist, holding up her clothes and another around my neck.. My hands we on the wall as I used it to support the both of us as I grunted, pushed and pulled in and out of her.
"oh! Sidharth .. ah.. Ah.. ah.. Yes..yes, " She hissed.
I was breathless and was panting after about three minutes and I took a break. Our faces were close and we could feel each other's hot breath. Then she pushed me away, hard, and my cock slipped out of her.
She looked at it and in one quick motion she dropped on her knees. Before I could realize what she was going to do, she took the pallu of her sari and wiped my dick clean of the juices on it. And then, incredibly, as I watched in amazement, she pushed her face forward, opened her mouth and took my cock inside.

I almost died. I had seen this thousands of times. The moment a woman made an 'O' with her mouth to take a man's penis into her mouth always fascinated me. I imagined getting blowjobs, but now this was really happening!
She had her eyes closed and I could feel the coolness of her spit on my cock. Then I felt her tongue playing with the underside and sides of my cock while it was still in her mouth. She slurped and drooled. Then she took her mouth away and held my dick in her hand and licked my smooth, shiny, wet bulb with her tongue.
The feeling was indescribable. I wanted her to keep sucking my cock. I wanted to go to the edge and come back and repeat this a thousand times. But what she did was a total surprise to me and I was unprepared.
As soon as she took my cock out of her mouth and licked the sensitive underside, my dam broke. Without warning, I came. I just had a fraction of a second to grab my cock out of her grasp and turn away before cum erupted from it.
She rose and in a flash had her fist again on my thick member, and she continued to jerk me off as ropes of cum exploded and landed on the mirror in thick, gooey streams. She squeezed my cock but not too hard, as the last drops trickled out and landed on the carpet.

"Oh, Sidharth .. look at you. You are a bloody fountain!!" She said and giggled.
She had another surprise for me when I came back from the bathroom. "Here, you panty pervert!" and handed me some pieces of cloth. I took them and rolled them on my hands and examined them closely. They were two pairs of panties!! One clearly belonged to a young woman and the other definitely to an older one. I looked at her and she smiled and said, "They are Radha's and Hema's. Enjoy!!!"
It was time for me to leave and I said a hasty goodbye, with a promise to do this again.
But things changed rapidly in the following days. Try as she might, Pinky -aunty could not get free of her hosts or her husband even for a couple of hours the next week. And the next. I was frustrated, but I had her and the panties of the women that she gave me for comfort and I used them to jerk off and fantasize and satisfy my lust. But there was only so far a masturbatory session could go. I wanted the real thing.
There were changes in our complex too. A few of my colleagues had by now brought their parents over from India and the contingent of older people grew by the day. They somehow managed to get together as a group in spite of the differences in languages as they hailed from different parts of India.

So when Amit 's parents came back from the visit to their cousin, they had company of their own age. Pinky -aunty was now totally involved in the women's group and I could hardly get to talk to her, except for a few minutes here and there, as she was always surrounded by other women, doing activities with them or organizing parties and trips and the like. It was not like she did not understand the situation I was in and the frustration I was feeling. She just looked at me and shrugged as if to say she couldn't help it. I could only watch her from a distance and my frustration just grew as a few weeks flew by. But I still held on to some hope that we would get together.

Then one day Amit  dropped a bombshell by saying his parents were leaving for the States in a few days to visit his sister who was working as a consultant for another Indian company there.
Fuck!
That very evening I heard my doorbell ring and to my surprise I saw aunty standing there with some packages in her hand. She hurried inside my flat, past me as I stood in shock at seeing her.
"Hi Sidharth ! How are you? Have you heard the news? We are leaving to see Aditi in New Jersey in two days. Just wanted to .. you know..see ..meet you..once more..one last time.. Before....."
"Pinky -aunty, does anyone know you are here, now?" I asked, afraid that someone might have seen her coming to my flat.
"No. The ladies had a shopping trip plan but I told them I had a headache. Amit  and his dad are away for something."
We were quiet for a while. I had so looked forward to this moment, when we would be alone. I had a feeling that she did too. But something did not feel right. And we both knew it.

She said, "Sidharth , do you, you want to..?" She did not finish the question, and she knew my answer by my silence.
"OK. Yes. Better that way. Maybe some other time..some other place?" She said, and stepped towards me and hugged me tightly, and then kissed me, first on my cheek, and then on my lips.
I am not sure if she did this by design, but I could not release her, or let her go. I felt my desire rising, my cock hardening in my shorts as I pressed against her. She felt it too, and immediately put her hands on my crotch.
I pulled her to my sofa and sat her down. I pulled down my shorts and she grabbed my semi erect cock and put it in her mouth. I was in a trance as I saw her mouth sliding on my thick cock. Soon I was hard as a rock. This time I was not going to ejaculate so quickly.

I held on to her face and mouth-fucked her hard. She did not complain as I grunted in the feeling of pleasure her mouth and tongue were giving me.
Then I undressed completely and stood naked in front of her. She waited and as I looked on she understood what I wanted her to do. She stood and took off her clothes one by one. I fisted and stroked my cock as I saw her expose more and more of herself.
Then I made her lay on the hardwood floor of my flat. She gasped as she felt the coldness of the floor on her back. I straddled her face and fucked her mouth once more. Again, she took this without complaining.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and it came out with a soft "plop" sound. She was waiting for my next move and I was sure she was not going to object to or complain about what I did.
I sucked her nipples. I lapped her tits and slathered my spit on them. I did it slowly, taking my time. I went down on her, between her legs and once again tasted her cunt juices and hair and took in the scent of her sex. I inserted my tongue into her cunt hole and sucked on her clit. I finger fucked her until she reached her orgasm and I drank in the juices she secreted once more.

My cock was as rigid as a flagpole by now, but I was not done. I wanted to see each and every part of her body. I turned her over and kissed her back.
I saved the best for last. I reached her ass and kissed her firm, blemishless ass. I placed my palms on each of her cheeks as parted them and took in the glorious view of her asshole. It was very dark and puckered and hairless. The skin around it was a shade lighter but her entire ass crack was very dark. I spat on her asshole and placed my finger on it and spread my spit around.

"Ahh..Sidharth .. what.. oh!! No.." she hissed, and turned around and lay on her back. She spread her legs and said, "Come. Put it inside me now. Take me."
I fucked her. Slowly at first. Then suddenly the realization struck me that this could be the last time we would be doing this and it enraged me and made me involuntarily angry. I took out my frustrations on her. I rammed and pummeled her mercilessly. I pinched and grabbed and bit her tits. I took her legs and folded them under my arms and doubled her up and pounded her like she was a rag doll. I knew I was grunting and shouting. She understood where I was coming from and she took the punishment without complaining.
I took many breaks. I was not even close to finishing. But I knew when she was going to have her orgasms and I waited till she calmed down. She came at least two more times before I finished. She was moaning and gasping and panting.
"Enough, Sidharth . Finish. I can't handle it anymore. Yes. Finish. Pleassssssssse," She pleaded as I resumed my fierce thrusts into her.

"Let me see. I..want..to..see.. It...your...juice..you cummmmm," she hissed.
I pulled my cock out of her immediately and stroked it. I wanted to ejaculate on her body. To see my cum on her. She rose a bit and my cock erupted. Cum shot out in thick streams and landed on her belly and tits as I counted at least ten spurts.
I fell on the floor beside her, panting and heaving, just as she was.
"Oh...Pinky -aunty! I will never forget this. Never forget you.. Wow.. you are ..just..thank you, thank you, thank yooooouuuu," I cried as my breathing subsided.
After a few minutes she got up and put on her clothes in front of me. I just lay there on the floor watching her.
After a while she was ready to leave. But she said, "Oh, I forgot. I have something for you!" And she gave me a plastic lunch box. "Here, I made this for you. It is your favorite, right?"
It was the dessert I liked so much. I looked and smelled delicious.
Then she surprised me by giving me another package. "This you will really like, I think," She said mischievously. I looked at her, questioning.

"Well, you know we girls do our laundry together. I was able to get these from there. Just for you. All dirty and unclean, the way you like it!" She giggled.
I took the package and examined it. She was right. I really liked what I saw. She had a number of what I could only assume were women's or girls' panties, each individually packed in a plastic bag. They were of various sizes and shapes and colors. Fuck!
"Where's yours?" I asked.
"Oh.mmm..mine's not there. But here, you can have this," Saying this she raised her saree and petticoat and pulled down her panties and threw it at me with a laugh.
That was the last I saw of Pinky -aunty.

My panty collection started with hers and the ones she gave me. I now have quite a large and still growing collection, and even after all these years I still cherish and treasure hers. Some days I take them out and recall fondly our time together.


The End

Adapted from a story by : Freethe 

[Roudyponnu]

Then with a mighty heave I gave one final grunt and thrust and lay still on her. At the very next instant my cock erupted in her. I counted at least eight spurts, as dick throbbed against the walls of her cunt. She held me tightly, enjoying every spurt as it fell inside her womb.


"Oooohhh, aunty.. Aaahhhh, fuuuk. That was absolutely...incredible!" I managed to gasp. "I want to fuck you forever!! Ahhhh!"
She giggled. We were like this for about half a minute, and then I rolled off of her. My slimy cock fell on her belly and our combined sticky juices made a trail on her.
"So. You finally did it, Sidharth !"

"Yes. Yes. Yes," I cried out. "I love it. I love fuckinnnnnngggg!"
We both looked at the clock. We still had time. We lay like that for a while. And suddenly she got up and started putting on her nightie. "Let me make some breakfast," she said.
"No, aunty. Let that wait. Please come back!"

She relented and came back and lay her naked body next to mine and then raised her head and placed it on my chest.
After a while I asked. "Aunty, can I ask you something?"
When she nodded, I asked, "When was the last time.. you..I mean..," She did not let me finish.
"You mean, when did I last have sex?" She raised her head and looked up at me and said, matter-of-factly, "Last night."
I was shocked. And she saw my shock, and chuckled. I stammered, "Las..last night? With uncle...?"
"Yes. Your uncle is a horny bastard. But not a very good ... you know...not good in..well he is not.,,has never been..Let's just say he is a two-minute-er...or less," and she laughed. "In-out, in-out, bam! I have had to use my hands.. A lot..from a long time ago..ha ha ha!!!"
I was really amazed at her frankness and candor. She realized this and looked at me and asked, "What? Do you think people stop sex when they hit forty? And women don't, yo know?" She made a jerking-off motion with her fist. And she laughed.

I shook my head, "No. No.. I thought.. Uncle..and ,,you..."
"Like I said, he is a cunning bastard and an asshole. He gets what he wants. He does it even when I. I..don't..I ..can't....fucker!!" And she slammed her fist on my chest.
We were silent for a while. Then I said, "You know, aunty, I have a piece of you with me."
She looked at me quizzically.

Then I told her about her panties. She laughed and said, "Really! That turns you on? You pervert! What do you do with it?" And she shook her head in mock disgust.
We chatted for some more time and then got up, cleaned and got dressed. But incredibly I was horny again. I had tasted sex and I wanted more. I stood close as she looked at herself in the mirror, arranging her clothes. She sensed my desire and turned to me. I put my hands on her hips and she understood what I wanted.
I pushed her against the wall, bent down and lifted her saree and petticoat and rode my hands up her legs. As I reached her waist I was in for a surprise. She did not have her panties on. My hands latched on to her bare asscheeks and I squeezed the firm muscles there. Then I moved my hands to the front and cupped her crotch. Her cunt hair was moist from the washing. I dipped my head and licked her cunt line. She gasped and grabbed my head and pushed it against her pussy.

"Oh! Sidharth !" she groaned.
I got up and unbuckled my pants and pushed it and my underwear down. My thick, rigid cock sprung upwards at an angle between us.
She grabbed it with her fist and pulled me towards her and in one swift motion directed my dick into her hole. She was not lubricated well this time and it was a bit hard for me, but I pushed with some force and her lips parted. The ring of her cunt hole was tight on my dick and held it in a vise-like grip. But it felt so pleasurable! The feeling of gradually decreasing pressure with simultaneously increasing lubrication was fantastic!
I had seen people in porn fucking with their clothes on and often wondered why and how they did it. But now it all made sense.

I was crouched in front of Pinky -aunty with my dick going in and out of her. She had one hand on her waist, holding up her clothes and another around my neck.. My hands we on the wall as I used it to support the both of us as I grunted, pushed and pulled in and out of her.
"oh! Sidharth .. ah.. Ah.. ah.. Yes..yes, " She hissed.
I was breathless and was panting after about three minutes and I took a break. Our faces were close and we could feel each other's hot breath. Then she pushed me away, hard, and my cock slipped out of her.
She looked at it and in one quick motion she dropped on her knees. Before I could realize what she was going to do, she took the pallu of her sari and wiped my dick clean of the juices on it. And then, incredibly, as I watched in amazement, she pushed her face forward, opened her mouth and took my cock inside.

I almost died. I had seen this thousands of times. The moment a woman made an 'O' with her mouth to take a man's penis into her mouth always fascinated me. I imagined getting blowjobs, but now this was really happening!
She had her eyes closed and I could feel the coolness of her spit on my cock. Then I felt her tongue playing with the underside and sides of my cock while it was still in her mouth. She slurped and drooled. Then she took her mouth away and held my dick in her hand and licked my smooth, shiny, wet bulb with her tongue.
The feeling was indescribable. I wanted her to keep sucking my cock. I wanted to go to the edge and come back and repeat this a thousand times. But what she did was a total surprise to me and I was unprepared.
As soon as she took my cock out of her mouth and licked the sensitive underside, my dam broke. Without warning, I came. I just had a fraction of a second to grab my cock out of her grasp and turn away before cum erupted from it.
She rose and in a flash had her fist again on my thick member, and she continued to jerk me off as ropes of cum exploded and landed on the mirror in thick, gooey streams. She squeezed my cock but not too hard, as the last drops trickled out and landed on the carpet.

"Oh, Sidharth .. look at you. You are a bloody fountain!!" She said and giggled.
She had another surprise for me when I came back from the bathroom. "Here, you panty pervert!" and handed me some pieces of cloth. I took them and rolled them on my hands and examined them closely. They were two pairs of panties!! One clearly belonged to a young woman and the other definitely to an older one. I looked at her and she smiled and said, "They are Radha's and Hema's. Enjoy!!!"
It was time for me to leave and I said a hasty goodbye, with a promise to do this again.
But things changed rapidly in the following days. Try as she might, Pinky -aunty could not get free of her hosts or her husband even for a couple of hours the next week. And the next. I was frustrated, but I had her and the panties of the women that she gave me for comfort and I used them to jerk off and fantasize and satisfy my lust. But there was only so far a masturbatory session could go. I wanted the real thing.
There were changes in our complex too. A few of my colleagues had by now brought their parents over from India and the contingent of older people grew by the day. They somehow managed to get together as a group in spite of the differences in languages as they hailed from different parts of India.

So when Amit 's parents came back from the visit to their cousin, they had company of their own age. Pinky -aunty was now totally involved in the women's group and I could hardly get to talk to her, except for a few minutes here and there, as she was always surrounded by other women, doing activities with them or organizing parties and trips and the like. It was not like she did not understand the situation I was in and the frustration I was feeling. She just looked at me and shrugged as if to say she couldn't help it. I could only watch her from a distance and my frustration just grew as a few weeks flew by. But I still held on to some hope that we would get together.

Then one day Amit  dropped a bombshell by saying his parents were leaving for the States in a few days to visit his sister who was working as a consultant for another Indian company there.
Fuck!
That very evening I heard my doorbell ring and to my surprise I saw aunty standing there with some packages in her hand. She hurried inside my flat, past me as I stood in shock at seeing her.
"Hi Sidharth ! How are you? Have you heard the news? We are leaving to see Aditi in New Jersey in two days. Just wanted to .. you know..see ..meet you..once more..one last time.. Before....."
"Pinky -aunty, does anyone know you are here, now?" I asked, afraid that someone might have seen her coming to my flat.
"No. The ladies had a shopping trip plan but I told them I had a headache. Amit  and his dad are away for something."
We were quiet for a while. I had so looked forward to this moment, when we would be alone. I had a feeling that she did too. But something did not feel right. And we both knew it.

She said, "Sidharth , do you, you want to..?" She did not finish the question, and she knew my answer by my silence.
"OK. Yes. Better that way. Maybe some other time..some other place?" She said, and stepped towards me and hugged me tightly, and then kissed me, first on my cheek, and then on my lips.
I am not sure if she did this by design, but I could not release her, or let her go. I felt my desire rising, my cock hardening in my shorts as I pressed against her. She felt it too, and immediately put her hands on my crotch.
I pulled her to my sofa and sat her down. I pulled down my shorts and she grabbed my semi erect cock and put it in her mouth. I was in a trance as I saw her mouth sliding on my thick cock. Soon I was hard as a rock. This time I was not going to ejaculate so quickly.

I held on to her face and mouth-fucked her hard. She did not complain as I grunted in the feeling of pleasure her mouth and tongue were giving me.
Then I undressed completely and stood naked in front of her. She waited and as I looked on she understood what I wanted her to do. She stood and took off her clothes one by one. I fisted and stroked my cock as I saw her expose more and more of herself.
Then I made her lay on the hardwood floor of my flat. She gasped as she felt the coldness of the floor on her back. I straddled her face and fucked her mouth once more. Again, she took this without complaining.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and it came out with a soft "plop" sound. She was waiting for my next move and I was sure she was not going to object to or complain about what I did.
I sucked her nipples. I lapped her tits and slathered my spit on them. I did it slowly, taking my time. I went down on her, between her legs and once again tasted her cunt juices and hair and took in the scent of her sex. I inserted my tongue into her cunt hole and sucked on her clit. I finger fucked her until she reached her orgasm and I drank in the juices she secreted once more.

My cock was as rigid as a flagpole by now, but I was not done. I wanted to see each and every part of her body. I turned her over and kissed her back.
I saved the best for last. I reached her ass and kissed her firm, blemishless ass. I placed my palms on each of her cheeks as parted them and took in the glorious view of her asshole. It was very dark and puckered and hairless. The skin around it was a shade lighter but her entire ass crack was very dark. I spat on her asshole and placed my finger on it and spread my spit around.

"Ahh..Sidharth .. what.. oh!! No.." she hissed, and turned around and lay on her back. She spread her legs and said, "Come. Put it inside me now. Take me."
I fucked her. Slowly at first. Then suddenly the realization struck me that this could be the last time we would be doing this and it enraged me and made me involuntarily angry. I took out my frustrations on her. I rammed and pummeled her mercilessly. I pinched and grabbed and bit her tits. I took her legs and folded them under my arms and doubled her up and pounded her like she was a rag doll. I knew I was grunting and shouting. She understood where I was coming from and she took the punishment without complaining.
I took many breaks. I was not even close to finishing. But I knew when she was going to have her orgasms and I waited till she calmed down. She came at least two more times before I finished. She was moaning and gasping and panting.
"Enough, Sidharth . Finish. I can't handle it anymore. Yes. Finish. Pleassssssssse," She pleaded as I resumed my fierce thrusts into her.

"Let me see. I..want..to..see.. It...your...juice..you cummmmm," she hissed.
I pulled my cock out of her immediately and stroked it. I wanted to ejaculate on her body. To see my cum on her. She rose a bit and my cock erupted. Cum shot out in thick streams and landed on her belly and tits as I counted at least ten spurts.
I fell on the floor beside her, panting and heaving, just as she was.
"Oh...Pinky -aunty! I will never forget this. Never forget you.. Wow.. you are ..just..thank you, thank you, thank yooooouuuu," I cried as my breathing subsided.
After a few minutes she got up and put on her clothes in front of me. I just lay there on the floor watching her.
After a while she was ready to leave. But she said, "Oh, I forgot. I have something for you!" And she gave me a plastic lunch box. "Here, I made this for you. It is your favorite, right?"
It was the dessert I liked so much. I looked and smelled delicious.
Then she surprised me by giving me another package. "This you will really like, I think," She said mischievously. I looked at her, questioning.

"Well, you know we girls do our laundry together. I was able to get these from there. Just for you. All dirty and unclean, the way you like it!" She giggled.
I took the package and examined it. She was right. I really liked what I saw. She had a number of what I could only assume were women's or girls' panties, each individually packed in a plastic bag. They were of various sizes and shapes and colors. Fuck!
"Where's yours?" I asked.
"Oh.mmm..mine's not there. But here, you can have this," Saying this she raised her saree and petticoat and pulled down her panties and threw it at me with a laugh.
That was the last I saw of Pinky -aunty.

My panty collection started with hers and the ones she gave me. I now have quite a large and still growing collection, and even after all these years I still cherish and treasure hers. Some days I take them out and recall fondly our time together.


The End

Adapted from a story by : Freethe 

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