Hey guys, I’m Pushpendra, a 21-year-old engineering student from Patna. I’m a total horndog, but I’ve never fucked anyone yet. I’m hooked on porn videos and sex stories, stroking my cock every chance I get. The shit gets me so worked up, I can barely control myself. I love sexting too—it’s like my dick’s got a mind of its own when I’m chatting up some chick online.
I’m spilling my guts here with a story that’s half fantasy, half raging hard-on. It’s about my auntie, Reena, who lives in Delhi. She’s a fucking bombshell, around 30, with a body that’d make any guy’s cock twitch—34-32-36, easy. Her tits are massive, round, and so firm they practically beg to be grabbed. Her thick ass and creamy skin drive me wild. I’ve always had a thing for big tits, dreaming about squeezing and sucking them, but I’d never gotten my hands on a pair like hers.
My uncle works a job in Delhi, and they’ve got a 2-year-old kid, Karan. I look like a good boy, all innocent and shit, but deep down, I’m a pervert who can’t stop staring at women’s tits and asses. This story goes back to when I’d just finished my board exams and headed to my uncle’s place in Delhi for vacation. My uncle picked me up at the station, and we headed home.
When we got there, Auntie Reena opened the door with a smile that made my heart race. Her saree hugged her curves, those huge tits practically spilling out. I wasn’t thinking anything dirty yet—I was still a newbie to this whole lust thing. I knew I was horny, but I wasn’t ballsy enough to fantasize about my auntie’s pussy right off the bat. Hell, I barely knew how to jerk off properly or what real fucking was like.
The first day, I just chilled. The next day was a Sunday, so I went out with my uncle to explore Delhi. We grabbed dinner outside and got back late. I watched some TV, then crashed in the guest room while my uncle, auntie, and Karan slept in their room. I couldn’t sleep, though. I was up late, scrolling through Facebook and YouTube, my hand lazily rubbing my cock through my shorts. It’s a habit—chatting with random girls online and stroking myself always gets me off.
Around midnight, I had to piss, so I headed to the bathroom. As I passed my uncle and auntie’s room, I heard soft moans. My ears perked up, and I caught Auntie Reena’s voice, “Ohhh… fuck… go slow, what if Pushpendra hears us?” My heart pounded. Holy shit, they were fucking. My cock stiffened instantly, but I was too chicken to peek or linger. I scurried back to my room, my mind racing with images of my auntie getting pounded. I stroked my cock harder, thinking about her moans, but eventually passed out.
The next morning, my uncle was home since it was Sunday. I freshened up and wandered into the kitchen where Auntie Reena was making breakfast. Her saree was tight, her round ass swaying as she moved. I grabbed a glass of water and casually asked, “Auntie, you okay? I heard some weird noises from your room last night.” Her face froze, and she stammered, “W-what? No, nothing happened. Why’re you asking?” I shrugged, “Just thought you sounded like you were in pain or something.” She blushed hard, her voice shaky, “N-no, I’m fine.” After that, she started avoiding eye contact with me.
That afternoon, I watched a movie to kill time, then went out for a walk. When I got back, we ate dinner, and I hit the sack. I kept my ears peeled for more noises from their room, but it was dead quiet. Disappointed, I dozed off.
The next day, my uncle left for work at 8 a.m. I was chilling in the living room with Auntie Reena when Karan started crying. He was hungry, as usual. Right in front of me, she slid her saree pallu aside, unhooked her blouse, and pulled out one of her massive tits to feed him. Her nipple was pink and hard, her tit so full it looked like it could burst. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t stop staring. Her creamy skin and that perfect, round boob had my cock throbbing in my pants.
She caught me gawking and smirked, “What’re you staring at?” I mumbled, “N-nothing, sorry.” She laughed, “It’s cool, don’t worry.” Then, out of nowhere, she asked, “Pushpendra, you got a girlfriend yet?” I blushed, “Nah, no girlfriend.” She raised an eyebrow, “No way. You’re a grown-ass man. What, you just jerking off all the time?” I played dumb, “Jerking off? What’s that?” She grinned, “Don’t play innocent with me. You telling me you don’t stroke that cock of yours?”
I knew what she meant but acted clueless. “I don’t get it, Auntie.” She laughed harder, “You don’t know what jerking off is? How do you deal with all that horniness?” I shrugged, “I don’t know, you tell me.” She leaned in, her voice low, “Okay, you know what sex is, right?” I nodded shyly, “Yeah, like kissing a girl.” She burst out laughing, “Kissing? Oh, honey, there’s way more to it. You ever played with your cock? Stroke it till you feel good?”
I admitted I’d rubbed it sometimes, but I didn’t know what she was getting at. She smiled wickedly, “No worries, I’ll teach you. But you better not tell anyone.” I nodded, my heart racing.
She was still feeding Karan, but she pushed her pallu aside completely, letting her tits spill out. My eyes were glued to her perfect, heavy boobs, the nipples hard and inviting. She asked, “Never seen tits up close before?” I stammered, “Not like this.” She smirked, “Ever touched a pair?” I shook my head, too nervous to speak.
She unhooked her blouse entirely, letting both tits hang free. One was in Karan’s mouth; the other swayed in the air, begging to be touched. I asked, “How’d your tits get so big?” She chuckled, “Blame Karan and your uncle. The kid’s always sucking on them, and your uncle can’t keep his hands or mouth off them either. Guess that’s why they’re so huge.” I swallowed hard, “What else does Uncle do?” She grinned, “He squeezes them, sucks them, sometimes even bites. Wanna try?” My face burned, “I-I’m shy, Auntie.”
She laughed, “You’ve already seen them, so why not touch? It’ll feel good.” My hands trembled as I reached out. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her soft, warm tit. “Squeeze,” she ordered. I did, and holy fuck, it was like heaven—soft, heavy, perfect. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants. I kneaded her tits with both hands, my fingers sinking into her flesh. She let Karan finish, then laid him in his crib—he was out cold.
She stripped off her blouse completely, her bare tits bouncing free. “Use both hands,” she said. I massaged them, feeling her hard nipples under my palms. She asked, “How’s it feel?” I groaned, “Fucking amazing.” She smirked, “Cock hard?” I nodded, “So fucking hard.” She leaned closer, “Time to learn how to jerk off. Drop your pants.”
I hesitated, nervous as hell. She rolled her eyes, “I’m topless, aren’t I? Don’t be a pussy, take it off.” I shakily pulled down my pants and underwear. My cock sprang out, surrounded by a mess of pubes I’d never trimmed. She looked at it and giggled, “Damn, you don’t shave? That’s a jungle down there.” I mumbled, “Never thought to.” She shrugged, “No biggie, I’ll clean it up later. I kinda like a hairy cock anyway.”
She made a fist and showed me, “Grab your cock like this.” I did. “Now pull the skin back.” I slid it down. “Now up.” I followed her lead. “Keep going, faster.” I started stroking, but I kept pausing, unsure. She sighed, “Here, let me show you.” She wrapped her soft, warm hand around my cock, and I nearly lost it. She jerked me off with quick, firm strokes, her fingers sliding over my shaft. It felt like electricity shooting through me. My balls tightened, and I groaned, “Fuck, that feels good.”
She stopped suddenly, “Your turn. I need to take care of my pussy.” She stood up, untied her saree, and let it fall. Her petticoat and panties followed, leaving her stark naked. Her pussy was gorgeous—pink, wet, with a light patch of hair that made my mouth water. I stopped stroking, mesmerized by her glistening lips. She snapped, “Don’t stop, keep jerking. You’ll feel a rush soon, trust me.”
I went back to stroking my cock, watching her rub her pussy. She spread her lips, sliding two fingers inside, moaning softly, “Mmm… fuck…” Her tits bounced as she fingered herself, her juices dripping down her thighs. I pumped my cock faster, her moans driving me wild. The room was filled with the sound of her wet pussy and my heavy breathing.
She caught me staring and asked, “You ever wonder how girls get off?” I nodded, “Yeah, do you do this too?” She smirked, “Every horny fucker your age does it. Some are already fucking by now.” She spread her pussy wider, showing me the pink inside. “Guys shove their cocks in here, and it feels fucking incredible—for both of them. You learn to jerk off first, then I’ll teach you the rest.”
Her fingers worked her clit, then plunged deep inside her pussy. She moaned louder, “Ohhh… shit…” I matched her pace, jerking my cock so hard my balls ached. Her pussy was dripping, her tits swaying, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Suddenly, I felt a surge. “Auntie, something’s coming!” She gasped, “Don’t stop, keep going!” Seconds later, my cock exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting onto my stomach. I collapsed, panting, feeling like I’d run a marathon.
She watched my cum drip and went wild, fingering her pussy faster. Her moans turned to screams, “Fuck… yes…” Her body shook as she came, her juices soaking her hand. She slumped back, grinning, “How was that?” I panted, “Fucking unreal.” She laughed, “You were missing out, huh? Your auntie just showed you the ropes. Now say thanks.”
“Thanks, Auntie,” I gasped. She smirked, “Not like that. Come here and suck my tits.” I dove in, squeezing her soft boobs and sucking her hard nipples. They tasted sweet, and her moans egged me on, “Ohhh… Pushpendra… suck harder…” We kept at it for a while, my cock twitching again.
Finally, she pulled back, “I’ll teach you about fucking tomorrow. This was enough for now.” We cleaned up, got dressed, and she made tea like nothing happened. That night, as I lay in bed, I heard her moans again from their room—louder, dirtier, “Fuck me harder… ohhh…” My uncle was pounding her pussy, and I jerked off again, picturing her wet cunt and bouncing tits.
That’s how my auntie taught me to jerk off. After that, I was hooked, stroking my cock every night, fantasizing about her pussy and tits. Next time, I’ll tell you how she taught me to fuck.