She shoved me back against the kitchen counter the second the last uncle stepped out for mandapam shopping. Sreelatha pinching the door lock with one hand while her other already tugged at my belt. Vikram you been staring at my chest all morning she muttered low, do not pretend now. Her blouse was half open from the heat and sweat and those heavy breasts pushed right against my shirt. I tried to say wait aunty someone might come back early but she just laughed once and yanked the zipper down.
My cock sprang out half hard already and she grabbed it like she owned the damn thing. Thick fingers wrapping tight and pumping slow while she watched my face. Look at this young cock so stiff for your mama wife she said, you think I did not notice. Then she dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen tiles, spit on the head and took me deep without any teasing. Wet heat of her mouth closed around me and she sucked hard, cheeks hollow, tongue working the underside like she had practiced for years. I gripped the counter edge and cursed under my breath because the suction was filthy and perfect.
She pulled off with a wet pop and slapped my cock against her tongue. Taste that precum she told me, this is what you get for looking. Then she swallowed me again, deeper this time until her nose pressed my stomach and I felt the back of her throat open. Gagging a little but she stayed there choking herself on purpose, spit running down my balls. I could not hold still so I started thrusting into her mouth and she moaned around the shaft like she wanted it rougher. One hand squeezed my balls while the other rubbed between her own thighs under the saree.
Counter Edge Gets Destroyed
She stood up sudden, turned around, and flipped the saree over her back. No panties. Just that fat round ass and a dripping dark pussy already shiny. Put it in she ordered, do not make me wait. I lined up and slammed inside in one stroke. Tight wet grip around my cock made my knees almost buckle. She was married but that cunt clenched like it had been starving. I grabbed her hips and started pounding hard right against the counter, the slap of skin loud in the empty flat. Each thrust made her breasts swing and she pushed back meeting every stroke.
Harder Vikram fuck your aunty harder she kept saying, mix of Telugu curses and plain dirty English. I reached around and pinched her nipples through the blouse then tore the buttons open so those heavy tits hung free. I mauled them while I fucked her deep, fingers digging into soft flesh. Her pussy made wet filthy sounds every time I bottomed out. She reached back and spread her own cheeks so I could watch my cock disappear into that married hole. The sight nearly made me cum early so I slowed and ground against her cervix until she started shaking.
She came first right there bent over the counter, cunt spasming and squirting a little down my thighs. I did not stop. Kept fucking her through it while she whimpered and clawed at the cabinets. When her legs wobbled I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter itself. Legs wide, saree bunched at her waist, pussy gaping and pink. I shoved back in and leaned over her, sucking one dark nipple while I hammered deep. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tighter. Fill me she begged, do not pull out like some soft boy.
I lasted maybe two more minutes of that tight squeeze before I exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her married cunt. She held me there with her heels digging into my ass until every drop was inside. When I finally slipped out a thick white stream followed and dripped onto the tiles. She scooped some with two fingers and licked it clean while staring at me. Good boy she said, but we are not finished. Bedroom now.
Mattress Takes The Next Rounds
I barely made it down the short hall before she shoved me onto the guest mattress. She climbed on top still half dressed, blouse open, saree loose, and sat straight down on my half-hard cock. The mix of my cum and her juices made the slide filthy and easy. She started riding hard immediately, hips rolling and slamming down so her ass clapped against my thighs. Those big breasts bounced in my face and I caught them, sucking and biting the nipples while she fucked herself on me.
You like watching your aunty bounce on this cock she asked, voice rough. I just nodded and thrust up to meet her. She planted her hands on my chest and ground her clit against my base every time she bottomed out. Another orgasm hit her fast. Her whole body locked and that pussy fluttered and milked me until I was fully hard again inside her. She did not even pause. Kept riding through the shakes, chasing another one.
After she came the second time she lifted off, turned around, and sat back down reverse so I could watch that thick ass swallow my cock. She leaned forward gripping my ankles and bounced harder. I spanked both cheeks red and watched the way her hole stretched around me. Cum from earlier kept leaking out around the shaft and coating my balls. Filthy wet mess. I sat up a little, grabbed her hips, and started jackhammering up into her from below. She screamed into the pillow and came again, squirting more this time all over my stomach.
I flipped her onto her back after that. Legs pushed up to her shoulders so her pussy was completely open. I drove in deep and stayed there grinding while she clawed my back. Tell me how much you needed this young cock I said. She answered between gasps that her husband never fucked her like this, never filled her this deep or this rough. That confession made me lose it. I pounded without mercy until the bed frame banged the wall and I flooded her a second time, pumping so much cum it spilled out around my cock even while I was still buried.
Floor And Final Drain
We rolled off the mattress onto the cool floor because the sheets were soaked. She got on all fours again without being told. I mounted her from behind and fucked slow at first just to feel the sloppy cream pie mess. Then I sped up, one hand fisting her long hair and pulling her head back. She pushed her ass higher and told me to wreck that pussy properly. I did. Long hard strokes that made her tits swing under her and her moans turn into broken Telugu swears.
I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit while I fucked. She came hard enough that her arms gave out and she face-planted into the floor, ass still up. I kept going, using her limp body, chasing my own third load. When it hit I buried deep and groaned as another thick load joined the rest inside her. My balls ached from emptying so much. I stayed plugged in her until my cock softened and slipped free with a wet sound. Cum poured out of her open hole in a thick stream down her thighs onto the floor.
She rolled onto her back breathing hard, legs still spread, pussy red and leaking. Come clean me she said quietly. I moved between her thighs and licked her messy cunt, tasting both of us. She held my head there and ground against my tongue until one last small orgasm fluttered through her. Only then did she let me stop. We lay there on the floor of that empty Vijayawada flat listening for any scooter outside, her fingers lazy on my spent cock.
She finally sat up and started fixing her saree like nothing happened, though cum still streaked her inner thighs. Next time the house is empty you better be ready again she told me, no softness in her voice. I just nodded, still half dizzy on the floor. Outside the street sounds were normal again. Inside the kitchen counter and the mattress and the floor all carried the proof of how hard she had taken me. I pulled my pants up slow knowing every step later that evening would remind me of her tight grip and the way she demanded every drop.
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