Last winter I went down to Amritsar for my cousin marriage. I am Jasmeet, twenty nine, working in a small shop in Delhi. Never thought this trip would become the wildest desi sex story punjabi of my life but Simran aunty made sure of that. She is my uncle wife, thirty four, thick Punjabi body, heavy breasts that bounce hard when she walks, always in tight salwar kameez that stick to her big gaand and show the full shape.
Uncle left early for the baraat side and the other relatives crashed after heavy dinner. House sits on the outskirts, old style, with a godown at the back full of rice sacks, wedding boxes and one dirty mattress they keep for labour. Cold night, fog outside, everything quiet.
Simran Aunty Locked The Godown With Us Inside
Around eleven she came to my small room wearing a thin white nighty, no bra, dark nipples poking clear. She said beta come help me shift some boxes in the godown before morning. I got up stupid and followed. Once we stepped inside she shut the metal door, slid the heavy latch and turned to me with that hungry look.
Her hand went straight down my track pant and grabbed my lund through the cloth. Already half hard from looking at her. She squeezed and laughed low in her throat. Look at this young cock already standing she said. Then she yanked the pant down, pulled my cock out and started stroking rough with her thick fingers. No soft touch. She spat a fat blob on the head and jerked faster till I was leaking.
She dropped to her knees on the dusty floor and took me deep in her mouth in one go. Warm wet throat, no gag stop. She sucked hard like she had been starving for proper meat. Loud wet sounds, spit running down my balls. I held her hair and pushed deeper. She let me fuck her face till my tip hit the back every time. Her eyes watered but she kept going, humming around the shaft.
After she had me dripping she stood, peeled the nighty off and stood fully naked under the single bulb. Big soft breasts with dark wide areolas, soft belly, thick thighs and a full bush already shiny. She turned, bent over a rice sack, spread her cheeks and said put it in now beta. I lined up and shoved my cock into her chut in one hard stroke. Hot, tight, dripping. She moaned loud into the sack and pushed back.
I held her wide hips and started pounding. Skin slap filled the godown. Her heavy gaand jiggled with every thrust. She kept talking dirty, telling me to wreck the chut, to go deeper, to use her like a cheap randi. I reached under and rubbed her clit while slamming. Her juice ran down my balls and onto the floor. She came first, body shaking, walls clamping hard around me.
She Made Me Pound Her Like A Beast
She pulled off, pushed me down on that old mattress that smelled of dust and gunny, then climbed on reverse. She sat full on my cock and rode hard, bouncing those heavy breasts so they slapped her own belly. I grabbed both tits, squeezed the nipples till she hissed, and thrust up to meet her. She came again squirting a little on my stomach, then leaned forward and kept grinding.
Next she flipped onto her back, pulled her knees to her chest and ordered me to mount. I put her legs on my shoulders and drove deep. The angle made her moan like an animal. Mattress creaked under us. I fucked without any mercy, full strokes, balls slapping her ass. She scratched my back and bit my shoulder hard enough to leave marks. Keep going she gasped, fill this married chut.
I pulled out, flipped her to doggy again and spat right on her tight asshole. Finger first, then the head. She pushed back and took it. I worked my cock into her ass slow at first then faster once she loosened. Tight ring gripping every inch. She stuffed her face into the sack to muffle the screams but her body kept begging for more. I fucked that ass raw till my thighs burned, then pulled out and shoved back into her pussy so she could feel the stretch change.
She made me lie down and sat on my face. Thick thighs locked around my head, wet cunt grinding on my tongue and nose. I licked and sucked her clit while she rode my mouth. She came hard, juice coating my chin, then slid down and cleaned my cock with her mouth again, tasting her own ass and cunt mixed. That sight alone almost made me shoot.
Third position she got on all fours facing the wall and I took her from behind standing. One hand on her shoulder, other rubbing her clit fast. She came shaking so bad her legs nearly gave. I could not hold. I buried deep and pumped load after load into her pussy. She squeezed every drop out, then pulled off, turned and jerked the last spurts onto her tongue and tits.
We Kept Going Till Near Dawn
I thought we were done but she was not. She stroked me back hard with oil she found in a box, then made me fuck her tits. She pressed those big soft breasts around my cock and let me slide between them while she licked the tip each time it peeked out. I came second round all over her neck and face. She rubbed it in like cream and laughed.
Last round before light she bent over the sack one more time and took me in her pussy again. Slower but still deep and filthy. I reached around and played with her clit till she soaked my hand. When I got close she pulled me out, spun, dropped and swallowed the third load straight down her throat, milking the shaft with both hands till nothing left.
We lay on the mattress breathing like dogs. Sweat, cum, dust everywhere. She wiped with the nighty, pulled it back on and fixed her hair. She said go to your room quiet and sleep, do not open your mouth about this. I nodded, legs weak. Next two days of the wedding she acted normal in front of everyone, serving food, smiling, but her eyes kept finding me and her hip brushed mine more than needed in the kitchen.
Last night before my train she dragged me to the godown again after midnight. Same latch, same hunger. We fucked twice more, once against the wall standing and once with her on top facing me so I could suck her nipples while she rode. She took another load inside and one on her gaand. Then she sent me off with a hard slap on my ass and a warning look.
I reached Delhi with sore balls, scratch marks and the smell of that godown still in my head. Simran aunty knows exactly how to drain a man dry without any soft talk. Every time I stroke now I remember her thick body bent over those sacks and the way she ordered me to wreck her. If uncle ever smells it I am finished, but that night was worth any risk.