“Now, push slowly,” She said. I pushed
down and the doors to heavens started to
open. I felt myself getting inside of
her and my body shook with the force of
such
sheer pleasure. I kept going in and in
for a while before my legs touched her
legs.Ohhhhh, Raj.” She said in a
convoluted voice. She motioned for me to
pull back
up. I slowly started to pull my pelvic
area up and I felt myself coming out of
her
slowly. As I felt the head almost about
to come out of her, she grabbed my ass
and
pushed me down again. Ohhhhh, God, Raj.”
I felt a bit scared at the voice coming
out
of her throat.Ohhhhh, raaaaaaj, you are
such a beeeeeaaaaast!”I kept moving up
and
down slowly, with occasional push
against her body to hold myself all the
way
in.Ohhhh, Raaaaaaaaaj, you feel so good.
I feel you all over my insides.”I
kept moving in and out. Then she grabbed
my ass and started to push it down
forcibly. It seemed like she was asking
me to increase the rhythm. Ohh Raj. Ohh
Raj.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Raj. Oh, oh, oh, aaaaah!”I
started to move even faster.Ohhhohh,
aaaahhh,
aaah, ahh, ah, aaaaaha, Ohhh, Aaaaah,
raaaaaaaaaj.”I kept moving at that fast
speed.Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah.” She kept
screaming.Ohhhhohhhhoh,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrh.”Oh, God, Oh,
Raj, Oh, God, Oh Goooooood!!” With that
she
started thrusting upward.Ohhhhh, Ohhhh,
Oh, oh oh oh oh.” Then one big thrust up
and
she held the position as her body
shivered and jerked.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Raj.” She said one
last time as she relaxed a little. I
slowly picked
up the pace. She was relaxed and calm by
now and let me go at any pace I wanted.
Soon, I felt the signal. I felt this
sudden rush of incredible pleasure and
something started to erupt out of me and
into her. I couldn’t hold my voice any
longer and had to scream, “Ohhhh
Auntie!”No, call me Vidhya,” she said
but I was too
far gone to care. Then with one final
thrust I held her pinned down and I felt
this
liquid gushing out of me and into her,
first in big spurts, then in short spits
and
then just leaking slowly. I was spent. I
had to just fall on top of her where she
held me for a long time. Needless to
say, I wasn’t in the mood to go to
school after
that and I realized that the energy that
used to keep me restless had left my
body
for a while. For a short while as it
turned out. I spent the rest of the
morning
spending it and hearing that weird sound
Of hers with “Oh God, Oh Raj” mixed in.
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This
story takes place towards the end of my
high school. I was over eighteen and
ripe
with energy that I didn’t know where it
came from; energy that kept me restless
and
got me into trouble more than once.
There were five members in our
household: my
uncle, his wife, my grandmother, my
younger aunt, and myself. My younger
aunt was
the smallest of my mother’s siblings and
was still waiting to be married. But
this
story is not about her; it is about my
uncle’s wife. My uncle’s wife didn’t
really
like my presence in what would
technically be considered her house. I
was entrusted
into my uncle’s guardianship due to
circumstances beyond my control and she
had no
choice but to accept my presence, but it
was very clear from the beginning that
she
did so reluctantly. Our interaction,
most of the time, was as minimal as po!
ssible. My room was a bit isolated from
the rest of the house because of its
purpose as a guest room. My daily
routine was set so that after coming
home from
school, I would eat my lunch and
disappear from the rest of the family
until it was
dinner time.
After that I would disappear until
the next. My family members only
interacted with
me if there was something I needed to
help with but usually I kept to me and
them to
themselves. The first incident that
brought about a minor change was on a
rather hot
day when my uncle’s wife her name is
Vidhya came to my room and asked me to
hook her
bra in the back. She was fresh out of
bath, probably to stay cool, and I
assumed my
younger aunt or my grandmother was not
around, so she had come to me for help.
It is
not uncommon for ladies to ask some male
child in the house to do this kind of
thing
when there are no females available.
Only the children are supposed to be a
lot
younger than I was because of modesty.
It is very uncommon to ask a sexually
mature
boy to do it because of the feelings it
can arouse. To top it all, it was the
aunt
that really didn’t like me, so I had to
assume she had no other choice.
She was holding her shirt in front to
cover herself and she had moved her wet
and
dripping hair around her neck to the
front as well. Her back was bare for me
to see.
I had helped my younger aunt many times
with the same, so the routine was
nothing
new to me. I averted my eyes as much as
possible and quickly managed to hook her
bra. She flicked her hair back onto her
back and started to put her shirt on.
Once
it was on her, she pulled her hair out
and straightened them and uttered a
quick
thank you and left without looking at
me. My uncle’s wife is not as slim as my
younger aunt is because of being married
and all. She is wider in her back and
has a
few bulges around where the nala of her
shalwar is tied. Her back is also
meatier,
so when my fingers rubbed on her back,
it felt nicer than it had been with my
other
aunt. When I went back to my books after
she had left, her shiny, brown skin
stayed
as background effect on the pages. The
incident faded from memory soon. It was
a!
bout a week or so later when she came to
my room again and asked me to hook her
bra.
This time she was not straight out of
the bath; instead she was coming from
her room
where it seemed she was getting ready to
go somewhere. She was wearing new,
ironed
clothes and smelled of nice perfume,
which she usually only does when she and
my
uncle go visit somebody in another
village. It was Sunday, so that made
sense
because my uncle was home and must have
planned a small trip. I was Surprised a
bit
when I realized that if my uncle was
home, then why did she come to me to
hook her
bra? He could have done it for her. I
assumed that my younger aunt and my
grandmother were not available yet once
again; that’s why she came to me.
Probably
my uncle had stepped out or something.
This time she wore a bright colored
bra. The reddish color of the material
actually
overpowered the brownish color of her
skin and it was the color of her bra
that
stayed in my mind, instead of the color
of her skin. My fingers retained the
nice
warmth of her skin a while longer as
well. Still everything was on the up and
up. I
didn’t make anything out of it, although
I did feel a bit uncomfortable having to
do
something at my age which usually women
ask children much younger than me to do.
She
was my aunt though and it was perfectly
okay for her to come to me, as I was her
nephew, which was almost the same as
being her son. One morning, as I was
about to
leave for school, she asked me to come
with her before going out. My uncle had
already gone and my younger aunt and my
grandmother were busy somewhere around
or
out of the house. I followed her to her
room. As I waited for her to tell me
what
she wanted me to do, she crossed her
hands in front of her, grabbed her shirt
from!
the sides and started to lift it up and
off of her. Her back was towards me, so
I
couldn’t really see anything that I
hadn’t seen before. She didn’t have a
bra on
as I was able to see her entire back
without being distracted by the strap.
She bent over a little and picked up
a bra from her bed and started to wrap
it
around her breasts. It was during that
bending and extending her hands outward
to
put her bra on that I saw the sides of
her breasts clearly. She held the two
straps
on her back and asked me to hook her up.
I moved close to her quickly and did as
I
was told. She picked her shirt up, put
her hands through the bottom and slid it
over
her head and onto her body. She turned
around as she was still fixing it and
smiled.
She thanked me for the help and I took
my leave to go to school. All day I kept
seeing the sides of her breasts in my
mind and kept thinking about the way she
had
fixed her shirt around her breasts after
she thanked me. Even her smile seemed
special in the afterglow of her breasts
shining from her sides. I had finally
seen a
glimpse of a small part of a woman’s
breasts. It was special. I did wonder
why she
didn’t ask any other member of the
family to hook her up, specially my
uncle beca!
use she must have put her shirt on in
his presence. Then I thought that maybe
she
just forgot and when she did remember, I
was the only one around.
I knew it was a rare occurrence to
see that much of her because chances of
that
happening again were very little. My
younger aunt or someone else would
normally be
around to take care of the situation. It
came as a big surprise when a few days
later she asked me again to help her
before going to school. As before, she
removed
her shirt and looked for her bra to put
on. It wasn’t on the bed. She looked
around
to see where it was and found it sitting
on her dresser. She had to turn left to
go
there and that meant that she had to
expose her naked front to me. She put
her hands
on her breasts, sort of cupped them, and
went to the dresser. I tried to look
down
to avoid seeing anything, but not before
I got an eyeful. I saw her front; except
the parts that were covered by her
hands. I was embarrassed by the
situation and
Felt a little flustered, but it was
exciting as well. I actually felt a
little warm.
She went to the dresser and put the bra
on her breasts while my eyes stayed g!
lued to the floor. She called me once
she had put it on and held it in
position. I
moved behind her to do the hooking. Only
she was standing in front of a mirror
and
I could see both sides of her; her back
directly and her front through the
reflection in the mirror. Tried as I
might but I couldn’t help looking into
the
mirror. She was looking directly at me
and our eyes met.
I felt embarrassed by being so
“caught” by her, but I had no choice. I
saw her
cleavage, her belly, her belly button,
and the part below her navel. A sudden
rush
in my blood flow made my vision go
blurry but I recovered quickly. I hooked
her bra
and left without saying anything. I
didn’t even give her a chance to say
thank you
this time. I was feeling ashamed of
having seen my aunt so without clothes.
I don’t
know what made me stop and look back as
I stepped out of the door. She was
facing me
and was watching me leave. Our eyes met
again, this time directly, without the
benefit of a reflection. She seemed lost
somewhere and gave me a slight smile but
didn’t say anything. I rushed out of
there as fast as I could. Her cleavage,
her
belly, and the area below her navel
stayed in my mind all through the day,
as did
the embarrassment. When I came home that
afternoon, I didn’t have the courage to
even go eat my lunch. I was afraid of
coming face to face with her. I didn’t
know if
s!
he was upset at my boldness of looking
at her directly that morning. I was very
hungry though and I couldn’t even think,
let alone do my homework, because my
brain
needed some nourishment. I was startled
when she came to my room with my food. I
was grateful for her thoughtfulness and
I even managed to come out and eat where
we
normally eat our food.
She let a few days pass before she
asked me to hook her bra up again. This
time she
didn’t need to go to the dresser so
everything was standard. Except when I
finished
hooking her up, she didn’t put her shirt
on. She actually turned around to face
me
in just her bra. Her shirt stayed on the
bed. She smiled and thanked me and asked
me
if it was becoming too much for me to do
this small thing for her. My eyes were
focused on her chest. I tried, but
failed, to reciprocate her smile. I was
too
nervous to speak or to do anything else.
I just shook my head and took my leave.
Obviously she was becoming more and more
comfortable with me; that is why she no
longer cared about putting her shirt on
right away. She felt okay in letting me
see
her only in her bra. Only that made me
very uncomfortable. I didn’t want to see
her
only in her bra. She looked good that
way and I didn’t want to feel about her
the
way I ended up feeling. I actually
enjoyed seeing her that naked. My
breathing bec!
ame uneven. I even felt movement in my
lower regions and I knew that wasn’t
good or
even allowed. But there was no way for
me to tell her to stop doing that. I
couldn’t come out and say to her that
she should cover herself up because I
was
starting to get excited by her. I didn’t
know why she didn’t realize for herself
that it wasn’t appropriate for her to
show that much of herself to me. I just
figured that our relationship was secure
enough that she didn’t need to worry
about
me getting excited. I actually felt
guilty for having such feelings after
seeing
her. It became a routine for me to every
morning help her with her bra. She would
go to her room. Take her shirt off while
facing away from me and towards her bed.
The bra was always on her Bed, which she
would put on her breasts and extend the
straps to back where I would reach over
and hook it up. Simple and quick, but
always significant.
One day she went to her room and took
her shirt off as usual. I realized very
quickly that something was different
when I found myself looking at her
reflection
in the mirror. Her breasts were
completely visible to my eyes, which
popped out of
their sockets at that incredible sight.
It turned out that she had left her bra
on
her dresser and out of habit she took
her shirt off in front of the mirror
where I
could see her topless. She realized her
mistake quickly and covered her breasts
with
her hands while screaming slightly, “Hai
maan!” oh mother! As her eyes looked
into
my face and found me so flabbergasted,
she said, “Turn around quickly, I don’t
want
you to see me like this.” I mechanically
turned while trying to memorize that
view
and imprint it on my brain. I didn’t
want to forget it. That was my first
time
seeing a woman’s breasts so completely
and so closely. They were even better
than I
had ever imagined them to be. My aunt’s
breasts were big and round and supple
and!
beautiful. Her nipples were big and
strong and pointy. Her flesh looked
delicious.
Try as I might not to, I became erect
nonetheless. When she called me back
towards
her again, I found her red and flushed.
I was flushed myself. When our eyes met
through the mirror, we looked away from
each other quickly. They met a few times
though. She really looked embarrassed,
as did I. But nothing was said other
than
the looks of embarrassment. As I was
leaving, she said, “You won’t tell
anyone
about what happened, would you?”
Her question caught me by surprise.
“Who am I going to tell?”I looked at her
to see
if she would say more, but she didn’t
and after a brief pause, I just left. My
eyes
kept seeing those breasts all day long.
She came to my room after lunch. It took
her
a while before she spoke. She said, “I
feel so ashamed for what happened this
morning?”I thought about an answer for a
few moments; then replied softly, “There
is
nothing to be ashamed of. It was an
accident.”"Yes, it was.” She smiled
weakly. “I
promise it won’t happen again.”That
would be a pity, I thought to myself. I
would
have liked to see those breasts again. I
said nothing though. It seemed like she
waited expectedly to hear something from
me. When nothing came, she said, “You
didn’t feel too uncomfortable, I hope.”
“I did, at first, but when I realized
that it was a fluke thing, I got over
it.”"Well, I am sorry about that.”Again
I said nothing and she left after
waiting
for a while for me to say something. I
didn’t know what I was supposed to say,
so I
had stayed quiet. Things were a bit
tense and quiet the next time we
performed our
routine. I felt bad because I think she
felt bad but there was nothing I could
say
or do to make her feel better. I wanted
to make her feel better though because I
think she was making a big deal out of
an accident. But how, that was the
question.
Then it came to me. So far we had done
what we were doing, that is hooking her
up,
in absolute silence. There was never any
conversation between us other than thank
you from her. I usually followed her and
did what I was supposed to do and then
left
without saying anything. I knew that I
had to break the silence or she may stop
asking me for help. The Subject came
without much searching. Next time I was
hooking
h!
er up, I made a remark as casually as
Possible, “Auntie, you seem to prefer
read a
lot?”That was the first time I
acknowledged the fact that I had paid
attention to
what I was doing. She replied, “I don’t
know why, but I like red. It makes me
feel
different.”We actually had a
conversation about her underwear. I
wanted to know if
she had matching panties on, but I
didn’t express my thoughts. I think she
was
relieved at my breaking the silence, so
she asked me quickly, fearing that the
silence may creep back in, and “What
color do you think I should try?”"I
don’t
know. I hear a lot of good things about
black.”
From silence to saying mouthful, we
had made a huge progress. Later on, as I
reflected on our conversation, I
couldn’t believe I had suggested that my
aunt
should wear black underwear. It was a
bit intimate for us to discuss something
as
personal as undergarments, panties and
bras to be specific, but we had done it.
I
guess after dealing with her bra for so
long, it was only a slight jump to
discussing it. In our culture though,
that was a big jump. Next day, sure
enough,
her bra was black. The fact that she had
worn it after my suggestion, when in the
past her bras were normally red or
white, was a significant thing and I had
to say
something.
“I see you are wearing black today.”
Was all I could come up with? “Well, you
suggested it. So, how does it look?” She
asked boldly as she gave me a view of
both
front and back.”It looks better than
red.” Was all I could come up with,
again? She
smiled and I felt that a huge wall had
been lifted from between us. A wall that
not
only consisted of the silence and
formality that we usually had, but of
something
else as well, of another barrier. As I
was leaving, she said, “I know I am
going to
feel very embarrassed and even ashamed
later, but look.”I turned to look and
she had
pulled her shalwar down a little to
expose her panty. It was a matching
panty. I
just laughed. She laughed with me.
I tell you, I felt hard all day long.
There was an erection between my legs
that
just wouldn’t go away. I kept thinking
of my aunt, of her bra, of her panties,
even
of her naked breasts as I had the
privilege of seeing them once, even
though
accidentally. I felt special because she
took my advice and choose a color that I
had suggested. I imagined her thinking
of me when she bought those and that
made me
feel excited. My aunt was thinking of me
when she was buying her underwear.
Imagine
that, my aunt buying underwear because
of me, dare I say, for me. She came to
my
room that afternoon. There was nothing
she talked about, only fiddled with my
books
a little. Then she left quickly. I
understood that her presence was the
result of
that special intimacy that we had
shared.
She just wanted to be around me, as I
wanted her to be around. I felt good.
Next
morning, I asked her, “So, what did
uncle say about your new color?” There
was a
faint but naughty smile on my lips. She
beamed when she answered, “Oh, I didn’t
show
it to him.” There was more she almost
blurted out but she stopped herself
there.
Deep down, I felt the power. She didn’t
want to show to my uncle what was
Between
the two of us. I realized the special
bond that had been created between us.
That
bond only became clearer when she came
to my room the next afternoon as well.
We had
become friends, I felt. Having a female
friend felt different, in a good sort of
way.
A few days later, she told me, “I
have a surprise for you.”When I went to
her room
and finished hooking her up, she turned
around and put her hands on her hips.
“What
do you think?” she asked. I looked at
her with amazement on my face. She was
wearing
a black lace bra. I could see her
nipples through the lace, even though
they were
barely visible because the color of her
nipples was dark enough to blend in with
the
lace. I was speechless. She smiled
almost victoriously. She said, “I guess
the look
on your face says everything.”I
stuttered, “Sorry, I don’t know what to
say. It
looks great.”
The next day, she showed me a red
lace bra. It was equally revealing, but
still the
color of her nipples sort of blended
with the dark red color. Same look on my
face,
that must have become a familiar thing
for her, and same victorious smile. I
think
she was enjoying herself; or rather she
was enjoying the teasing she was doing
with
me. Then came a white lace bra. Her
nipples were very visible that day. Even
the
rest of her breast was showing through
the white lace. The contrast was so
strong
that I could make out all the details of
her breast through that and she was
proudly
displaying them for me. She must have
seen that look of arousal on my face.
“So, how
do I look?”
Her question was a bit more direct.
“You look great?” I replied.”It’s not
too much,
is it? I feel I am showing too
much.”"Well, yes, you are. But, this is
only for you,
so it doesn’t matter. No one is going to
see anything.” I was finally able to get
a
hold of myself.”Thanks Raj. But are you
okay with it? I mean, you also get to
see it
besides me.”"Yes, I am okay. How does
uncle feel about it?” I don’t know why I
said
that but the thought was in my mind.”I
have a secret for you. I don’t show this
even
to your uncle.”
“Why not?” I said without
thinking.”This is our secret, that’s
why.” She said a lot
in that statement but I didn’t feel the
weight of it until much later. That
afternoon, she came to my room. She
seemed a bit down and rather subdued. I
asked
her, “Are you okay? You don’t look
okay.”She replied, “I have a slight
headache.”"Why? What gave you that
headache?”Thinking too hard, I guess.
I’ve been
worried all day about your reaction to
my being so daring.”"Actually, I didn’t
think
much about it. We have become
comfortable enough with each other that
it didn’t seem
out of place.”"It didn’t.” She was
serious.”Not at all.” I looked into her
eyes to
convince her of my sincerity.
“Well, I am relieved.” She did not
seem relieved. Next morning, she was
again
wearing that white, lace bra. When I
finished hooking it up, she turned to
face me
and asked, once again, “Are you sure,
you are okay with it?” She was very
serious,
and I couldn’t understand why.
“Yes, I am.” I said forcefully.
“Don’t worry.”"I won’t.” She whispered.
As I was
about to exit the door, she called me, “Raj!”I
turned to see what she wanted. When I
looked at her, I couldn’t believe my
eyes. She was standing in front of me
without
her bra. Her breasts were fully exposed
for me to see. I stood there with my
mouth
agape. She asked, “How about now? Are
you okay with this as well?”
A thousand and one emotions went
through my system in milliseconds. My
dick went
from 0 to 90 degrees in a snap. She must
have heard that snap as it hit the cloth
and stretched it out. My aunt was
standing topless in front of me, asking
me if I
was okay with her being that way. Her
eyes were glazed and her face taut. She
seemed
in a daze. I did the only thing that
came to my mind. Actually at that time,
my mind
had no ability left to think, so I moved
with instinct. I went up to her and
looked
at her breasts closely. I could see the
blue veins running though her flesh, the
erect nipples, and the goose bumps
around her areola. She was trembling. I
gazed at
them for a while and then slowly reached
with my arms and placed my hands gently
on
each of her breasts. She gave a muffled
sob as my hands cupped her breast and
pressed on them gently. I looked into
her face. Her eyes were closed. I waited
for
her to look at me. After a few moments,
she looked at me. I looked into her
eyes!
and with trembling lips whispered,
“Yeah, I am okay with it.”
I had to leave at that moment because
I didn’t know what to do next, and I am
sure
neither did she. The softness and the
warmth of her breasts stayed on my hands
all
through the day. I didn’t even attend
many of my classes. I sat under a tree,
hidden
from view of most of my school fellows,
and came home rather early. I went
straight
to my room and collapsed on my bed. She
slunk into my room. I didn’t get up. She
came and stood next to the bed. She had
covered her chest with a dupatta. I just
looked at her as she looked at me. She
slowly removed the dupatta from her
chest and
said to me, almost in a whisper, “I
spent my entire day like this.” I could
see the
shape of her breasts through the thin
material. Her nipples were erect and
poking
through.
Why?” I asked with a similar whisper.
Because you didn’t hook me up before you
left.” She said seriously as she waived
her bra in front of me. I laughed hard
when
I realized that she had spent the whole
day without her bra. She put her finger
on
her lips to shush me. I asked, “Why
didn’t you ask someone to help you?”
“Only you are supposed to hook me
up.” She said in a way that I almost
felt like
kissing her. She removed her shirt and
showed her breast to me again. I jumped
up
from my bed and cupped them quickly.
There was more vigor in my touches. I
was being
rough with her. She just sobbed while I
touched, caressed, squeezed, and hurt
her
breasts.
When she realized that I wasn’t going
to stop, she pulled herself a little
away and
said, “Quick before somebody finds out
that I am here.” Then she put the bra on
her
breasts and turned her back to me so I
could hook her up. After hooking her up,
I
reached around and placed my hands on
her breasts again. She had to force my
hands
away so she could put her shirt back on.
I continued caressing her breasts even
after that and she actually had to hold
my hands to stop me so she could leave.
I
was out of control, to say the least. I
was feeling very erratic. My blood was
rushing through my body so fast that I
felt dizzy. My brain couldn’t keep up
with my
emotions. I spent the whole weekend on
hot coals, but the fire burnt through my
passion so much that by the time we met
again, I was calm and in control of my
hands. When I placed my hands on her
naked breasts during the next
opportunity that
came, she did something that I found
very endearing. While I caressed and
squeezed
her !
breasts, she held my face in her hands.
There was so much tenderness in her
touch
that I practically melted with
affection. She let me play with her as I
saw fit and
she only showered me with unspoken love.
My chest felt so heavy that the feelings
almost oozed out of my eyes.
That afternoon, she came to my room
and came into my arms. The first time
ever we
hugged and what a hug it was. She was so
soft and so warm; I wanted to absorb her
into myself. She held herself against me
while I soaked myself with her
tenderness.
Then she left as quickly as she had
come. She left me behind shaking and
trembling
and feeling cold. I had to get a grip on
myself. I was so overwhelmed with her
softness that I wasn’t giving myself the
chance to savor it. I was so hungry that
I
was eating such delicious food so
quickly to almost give me a stomachache.
One
reason being that we only had limited
time with each other; the other being
that it
was all something new for me. I had only
heard stories, and here I was actually
experiencing what it feels to be
intimate with a woman. Doors were
opening to me to
a brand new world and I was like a
village boy in a big city for the first
time.
Besides, I felt a little foolish for
acting so emotional. I didn’t know how
she felt
about the whole thing. Did I just take
her by surprise or did she want to be
with me
as much as I wanted to be with her? I
couldn’t say for sure and I had to find
out if
she really had as strong feelings about
the whole thing as I did. I decided to
be
restrained in our future encounters. I
practically went back to our previous
routine. I didn’t touch her, only kept
myself to hooking her bra. She was no
longer
hiding herself away from me, but I
controlled the temptation to cup her. I
withdrew
from showing her my feelings almost
completely. It must have seemed like I
was upset
with her. She didn’t say anything but I
could tell that she was confused. One
night
as I was thinking about her soft and
warm breasts, she came to my room in
Darkness.
She got into bed with me and hugged me
hard. Then she whispered in my ear, “Why
is
it that you don’t touch me anymore?”I
wasn’t ready for such a direct qu!
estion because I was hoping that she
would show her want of me instead of
just
asking me to show my want of her. I
didn’t answer her.”Do you know how much
I miss
your touch?” She whispered again. “I am
going crazy waiting for it to come and
it
is not coming. Have I done something
wrong? No,” I knew I had to answer.
“It’s
nothing like that. It is just that I
don’t know how to behave with you. I
don’t
know what I am supposed to do. I don’t
know what you are supposed to do. Then
again, you don’t really do anything. I
seem to be the only one who is doing
something.”
She slapped me in the face. “I can’t
believe what I am hearing.” She seemed
angry.
“I have given myself in to you. I have
let you do with me as you please. Isn’t
that
something? What do you want me to do,
what am I supposed to do? I have made
myself
available to you.”I understood then what
she was going through. I also understood
that she was as lost as I was. We were
both discovering an uncharted territory
and
we both had no clue or direction. I just
held her in my arms as hard as I could.
We
both stayed together with each other
until she realized that she had to go
back. I
made a plan after she left. I remembered
her words that she had made herself
available to me. I hadn’t actually
claimed my prize, reward, right,
whatever. When
we were together the next time and she
stood in front of me topless, I asked
her to
take her shalwar off.
She seemed hesitant, but I was
serious. After a slight pause, she
pulled her nada
and loosened the shalwar around her
waist, and then she let it drop to the
floor. I
moved a little back to look at her
completely. She felt awkward, even
embarrassed,
but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her
that way. She was only in her black
panties.
Apparently, she had settled on black as
her new color. It was lace panty, so her
hair and her pussy were visible through
it. I then went closer to her, knelt in
front of her and started to slide her
panty off. She lifted her one foot and
then
the other to let me remove it off
completely. I could hardly breathe. My
breath was
coming so hard and fast that it was
getting stuck on the sides of my air
passageway.
I swallowed hard as I looked at my aunt
standing in front of me completely
naked. I
must have been pretty yellow in the face
as all the blood must have drained from
it.
I was hard, really hard.
She moved towards me, took my face in
her hands and whispered, “You need to
calm
down, or you are going to faint.”I
stuttered, “I can’t. I don’t have any
control. I
don’t know what to do.”Let me check
something.” With that she reached down
and
placed her hand where my cock was
straining. She felt my hardness and I
squirmed.
She said, “You seem to have a very
serious problem.” Then she started to
unbutton my
shirt and said, “You better get out of
your clothes quickly so I can help you.”
I rushed through undressing and stood
in front of her naked. My cock was
pointing
towards the ceiling. I could see certain
amazement in her eyes. She quickly went
to
her bed and lay down. She asked me to
come to her. I was nervous and
trembling. I
moved next to the bed. She pulled her
legs up so her knees were touching her
breasts
and her feet were in the air. She asked
me to come around and sit where her butt
was. As I got on the bed and sat on my
haunches in front of her pussy, she
opened
her thighs and gave me a good view of
what I never thought I would get to see
at my
age. She asked me to lean forward and
overshadow her with my body. I had to
stretch
myself over her. She reached between us
and grabbed my cock with her right hand.
Her
soft hands on my shaft sent shivers up
my spine. She rubbed the end in between
her
legs and I felt her wetness. I had to
close my eyes because it was feeling so
nice.
It seemed like she was looking for
something with it and soon she found i!
t. She kind of stuck the tip on an
opening and then quickly reached around
my body
and grabbed my butt cheeks.
“Now, push slowly,” She said. I
pushed down and the doors to heavens
started to
open. I felt myself getting inside of
her and my body shook with the force of
such
sheer pleasure. I kept going in and in
for a while before my legs touched her
legs.Ohhhhh, Raj.” She said in a
convoluted voice. She motioned for me to
pull back
up. I slowly started to pull my pelvic
area up and I felt myself coming out of
her
slowly. As I felt the head almost about
to come out of her, she grabbed my ass
and
pushed me down again. Ohhhhh, God, Raj.”
I felt a bit scared at the voice coming
out
of her throat.Ohhhhh, raaaaaaj, you are
such a beeeeeaaaaast!”I kept moving up
and
down slowly, with occasional push
against her body to hold myself all the
way
in.Ohhhh, Raaaaaaaaaj, you feel so good.
I feel you all over my insides.”
I kept moving in and out. Then she
grabbed my ass and started to push it
down
forcibly. It seemed like she was asking
me to increase the rhythm. Ohh Raj. Ohh
Raj.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Raj. Oh, oh, oh, aaaaah!”I
started to move even faster.Ohhhohh,
aaaahhh,
aaah, ahh, ah, aaaaaha, Ohhh, Aaaaah,
raaaaaaaaaj.”I kept moving at that fast
speed.Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah.” She kept
screaming.Ohhhhohhhhoh,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrh.”Oh, God, Oh,
Raj, Oh, God, Oh Goooooood!!” With that
she
started thrusting upward.Ohhhhh, Ohhhh,
Oh, oh oh oh oh.” Then one big thrust up
and
she held the position as her body
shivered and jerked.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Raj.” She said one
last time as she relaxed a little. I
slowly picked
up the pace. She was relaxed and calm by
now and let me go at any pace I wanted.
Soon, I felt the signal. I felt this
sudden rush of incredible pleasure and
something started to erupt out of me and
into her. I couldn’t hold my voice any
longer and had to scream, “Ohhhh
Auntie!”No, call me Vidhya,” she said
but I was too
far gone to care. Then with one final
thrust I held her pinned down and I felt
this
liquid gushing out of me and into her,
first in big spurts, then in short spits
and
then just leaking slowly. I was spent. I
had to just fall on top of her where she
held me for a long time. Needless to
say, I wasn’t in the mood to go to
school after
that and I realized that the energy that
used to keep me restless had left my
body
for a while. For a short while as it
turned out. I spent the rest of the
morning
spending it and hearing that weird sound
Of hers with “Oh God, Oh Raj” mixed in.
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