When I threw the mobile on the bed I was already so wet that my hand automatically moved to my pussy. In that state, remembering the conversation with him, I started masturbating.
Part 1: College Boy Made My Pussy Wet in Crowded Bus – 1
My fingers were moving in and out of my dripping pussy and I was rubbing my clit mercilessly. I was thinking about the boy’s courage. He was twenty years younger than me but was ordering me with full authority to wear a saree without panties.
So that he could freely play with my ass cheeks in the crowded bus. This immense sexual desire made me thrilled and my pussy gushed out juices.
I kept lying on the bed thinking about him and the conversation we had. I saved his number in my mobile under a girl’s name.
Then it occurred to me that till now neither had I told him my name nor had he told me his name.
Next day when I got ready to drop my daughter I remembered his words from yesterday. I looked at myself in the mirror and lifted my saree and petticoat. In one swift motion I removed my panties.
When I stepped out I felt very strange without panties. It felt as if my pussy was naked in the middle of the market and was rubbing between my thighs.
I was highly aroused inside and also thinking, “Oh God, what am I doing?” And that too for a twenty-year-old lover.
When I reached the bus stop the boy was already standing there. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Our eyes met and we quickly looked away as if we did not know each other.
As usual I stood holding the handle and the boy pushed through and stood right behind me.
He immediately placed his hand below my waist and tried to feel my panties. When he realized that today as per his wish I had not worn panties he gently patted my ass cheeks as if thanking me.
When his hands landed on my bare ass without any panty I could not stop myself from biting my lips. For the first time I was feeling the heat of his excited hands directly on my ass cheeks only through the thin saree.
I spread my legs a little more and just as I expected his rock-hard cock started rubbing against the crack of my ass. Today he was grinding his cock there and also kneading my ass cheeks.
I had reached a completely different world. In that crowded bus I was enjoying an ocean of lust that had been denied to me even after eighteen years of marriage.
Throughout the journey his cock kept rubbing on my ass and my pussy had become even wetter today. Since I was not wearing panties the juices from my pussy were flowing down to my thighs.
When his stop came he moved forward to get down and while leaving whispered “Thanks, call me” and moved ahead. I stood there like a statue.
I reached home somehow and the moment I entered I wiped my dripping pussy with a handkerchief and called him.
He said: “Hi darling.”
I said: “Hmm.”
He said: “Thanks for fulfilling my wish.”
I said: “Yes, I don’t disappoint kids.”
Saying this I started laughing and he also laughed.
He asked: “When can we meet?”
I became silent. I had also started feeling the desire to meet him and my mind was accepting that there was no harm or danger in meeting him. But the problem was where I could meet him.
I said: “I don’t know. I can’t think of any place where I can meet you.”
He said: “I cannot take you to my home. My mom is always there. How about your home?”
I said: “My home?”
When he mentioned my home I started thinking and realized he was right. My maid left by twelve and I left for school to pick up my daughter at four. From twelve to four I was completely alone at home.
Without hesitation I gave him the time of 12:30 and told him my house address.
Next day he did not show up at the bus stop. I came home early by auto-rickshaw. I asked the maid to finish work quickly and sent her away before twelve. I locked the door after she left.
After she left I started removing my clothes like a desperate lover. I wore a sleeveless black blouse with an open back and paired it with a white saree with black polka dots.
It was a strange thing that this was my husband’s favorite saree which he had given me on our fifteenth wedding anniversary. When I first wore this saree he had told me I was looking very sexy. He had lifted that same saree and fucked me quickly and only after that we went out for dinner.
After wearing the saree I looked at myself in the mirror and felt proud of myself. Even today I looked very beautiful and sexy in this saree.
I was still admiring myself when the doorbell rang. I paused for a moment, looked at myself once more and then went to open the door.
I opened the door and he was standing there. I stepped out, looked around to check if anyone was watching and after feeling satisfied signaled him to come inside.
He quickly came in and I immediately closed the door and double-locked it. At that moment I was extremely nervous and also eager for the unknown moments.
When I turned after locking the door he was looking at me mesmerized. He came close to me, held my shoulders and pulled me towards him and said: “You are looking very beautiful.”
When he pressed me against him his rock-hard cock bumped against my thighs. The touch of his cock on my thighs sent a shiver through my body.
I separated myself from him and asked him to sit on the sofa in the drawing room. I went to the kitchen to get him water. But he followed me to the kitchen and hugged me tightly from behind.
His cock was rubbing against my ass cheeks as usual. He placed his lips on my neck and started kissing me. His hands moved downwards and he took both my breasts in his hands and started pressing them.
His action made me moan: “Ummmm.” I said in a trembling voice: “Wait a little.”
He whispered in my ear: “I have waited a lot.”
And he started kissing and sucking my ear. His hot breath was entering my ear and in that intoxication I started swaying.
I could not control myself anymore. I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my lips on his.
The moment our lips met we both started kissing each other wildly. From the way he was kissing it was clear that this was his first time kissing someone.
Then with dominance I pressed his upper lip with my lips and started sucking it. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and kept kissing him for a long time.
After some time his hands crawled to my ass cheeks. He pressed them towards him and pulled me closer. His cock was rubbing on my thighs and I started feeling my pussy getting wet.
I freed myself from his arms and signaled him to follow me to the bedroom. He followed me and even before entering the bedroom he removed his t-shirt.
I fell on the bed and looked at him. That twenty-year-old handsome boy with his naked chest was coming towards my bed. His body looked toned and athletic.
When he came near me I took his bare body in my arms and we both started kissing each other.
He removed the pallu of my saree from my chest and started kissing my cleavage. He was going crazy.
Sometimes he kissed my cleavage, sometimes my bare arms and I started kissing his chest and his nipples.
When he tried to open my blouse I separated from him and removed my blouse and bra and kept them aside. Now I was completely naked from the top.
The moment he saw my naked breasts he took them in his hands and placed his mouth on them. He started sucking my breasts hard and only “Uh oh” sounds were coming from my mouth.
He was sucking my breasts and I was caressing his face with my hand. He was sucking them in a completely different way than my husband.
My husband used to caress my breasts a lot and then suck them like an ice cream cone but this young handsome boy was eating them like ice cream.
There was wildness along with excitement in his style which was making me more thrilled and aroused.
After that he moved away from my breasts and started removing his pants and underwear. The moment he removed all his clothes and stood naked my breath stopped.
What a sight it was. He looked like a Greek god to me. In front of me stood that boy with a slim body completely naked. His throbbing, slightly curved cock was twitching with excitement on its own.
There was not a single hair on his body, completely opposite to my husband who had a lot of body hair. I noticed that the head of his cock was exposed, completely smooth and reddish.
Seeing him naked I removed my saree and petticoat, lay naked on the bed and asked him to lie beside me.
As soon as he lay down I turned towards him, took his young throbbing cock in my hand and started stroking it.
Ufff, the moment I held his cock in my palm I became completely lost. I did not even know his name yet, the cock I was playing with in my hands.
I kissed him and asked: “What is your name?”
Pushing his cock in my hands he said: ” Shikhar. Yours?”
I said: “I am Sunita.”
While caressing me he said: “Nice name, Sunita aunty.” And he burst out laughing.
I slapped his chest and said: “Why are you calling me aunty?”
Hearing this he hugged me tightly and said: “I like calling you aunty, my sexy aunty. I want to fuck you.”
Hearing his words I felt shy. Now I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him.
I held his twitching cock and placed it on my pussy. His shining cock head touched my pussy and the feel of his cock felt completely different and sweeter than my husband’s cock.
I sat on his cock and it slid inside my wet pussy with a splash. I started thrusting and fucking him myself.
Without a condom his naked cock went fully inside me and moans were escaping from my mouth. His cock had filled my pussy completely and my pussy had tightly gripped that young cock.
I was thrusting and had not even fully enjoyed the fucking when he came. He shot his load inside my pussy.
I felt very irritated and he also started saying “Shit shit.” We were both panting. His cock shrank and came out of my pussy and he got up from under me and went to the bathroom.
I remained lying on the bed and his hot cum flowed out of my pussy onto my thighs.
After some time Shikhar came out of the bathroom and said sorry shyly. I looked at him smiling and signaled him to come near me.
His once rock-hard cock had now shrunk completely like a mouse. He lay down near me and I took him in my arms and asked: “Why did you get so excited?”
With shy eyes he said: “It was my first time and I also know that handling aunties is not easy.”
On hearing this I laughed and he also laughed. I had started getting hot again.
I knew time was short and it would take some time for his cock to get hard again so I told him to put his finger in my pussy.
As per my instruction he first covered my pussy with his palm and caressed it then inserted his finger and started moving it in and out.
When his finger was moving in and out of my pussy my eyes started rolling in pleasure and he understood by looking at me that his finger was giving me pleasure.
He lowered his mouth, placed his lips on my breasts and started sucking them. It was feeling good but I had not become fully aroused yet.
In a commanding tone I said: “Lick my pussy.”
Because of cumming quickly earlier he was already shaken and now he was just a slave to my commands.
He came down, placed his mouth on my pussy and started sucking it like a beginner. I placed my hand on his head and guided him towards my clit.
When his tongue touched my clit a tickling sensation ran through me and I said: “Lick it properly.”
As soon as I said that he started licking my clit hard and I swayed in pleasure and my legs spread wider.
Moans started coming from my mouth and it affected him too. He took my pussy and clit in his lips and started sucking with more intensity.
After many days my pussy was getting the pleasure of lips and tongue and it was arousing me.
My excitement kept increasing. My hands were pressing his head and my legs were fully spread.
Today for the first time I was becoming very wild. After giving the pleasure of fucking to others for so many years today I wanted my own pleasure.
I wanted to enjoy getting fucked and Shikhar had now become more of a slave than a lover for me. He had to fulfill my every wish and I was considering myself no less than a queen.
I grabbed his hair, lifted his head and looking at him said: “Move your tongue. Fuck my pussy properly by putting it all inside.”
Hearing this he pushed his tongue inside my pussy and licked the inner walls.
Ufff, when his tongue touched inside my pussy moans started coming from my mouth. He started fucking my pussy with his tongue and I placed my hand on his head and started pushing it deeper.
At the same time I kept lifting my ass so that his entire tongue could go inside my pussy. I wanted to take his full tongue inside.
He also understood my speed and the increasing pressure of my hand on his head and started continuously moving his tongue in and out of my pussy.
I started moaning loudly. The storm inside me had reached its peak. Suddenly an explosion happened inside my pussy and my body stiffened.
I started having an orgasm. My pussy gushed out juices and I pressed his head tightly between my thighs and started scratching his head and back.
This condition of mine lasted for about half a minute. At that time I had no sense of anything. Juices were continuously flowing from my pussy.
I don’t remember ever having such a powerful orgasm before. I was panting and my eyes had a strange intoxication.
When my body became stable I found him resting his head between my thighs.
I smiled looking at him and he was also looking at me happily with his success.
I pulled him up, took him in my arms and kissed him. His mouth was drenched with the juices of my pussy.
He took me in his arms and tried to climb on top of me but I stopped him and said: “Shikhar, bring a towel from the bathroom, clean me and clean yourself too.”
He went but there was disappointment in his eyes. I knew his cock was getting hard again and he wanted to fuck me.
But I had already cum and I wanted to make him realize that he could not fuck me whenever he wanted. Here on this bed only my wish would prevail.
I had got fucked by him because of my own desire to get fucked, not to fulfill his desire to fuck.
He came back with the towel. He had also made one corner of the towel wet. I spread my legs and asked him to wipe me.
He wiped my pussy, my thighs, my stomach, my ass cheeks, wherever I told him.
After that when he came to lie near me I got up and said: “Shikhar, now wear your clothes and leave. Someone might come anytime.”
He said: “Aunty, let me fuck you once more.”
Caressing his cheeks I said: “What, will you do everything in one day? Go, if someone comes then it will never happen again.”
Saying this I picked up my blouse and petticoat and went to the bathroom.
When I came out after showering he was sitting on my bed fully dressed. I came out and went to open the main door.
He followed me and took me in his arms. I also took him in my arms, kissed him and said: “Let’s meet again.”
While kissing me he said: “Aunty, I love you. You will let me fuck you again, right?”
It was a strange thing that at this moment his words “let me fuck you” did not excite me at all.
I held his cheeks and said: “Shikhar, remove this ‘I love you’ from your mind. When we meet outside we will be like strangers and when there is a chance I will call you.”
Saying this I opened the door. While going out he said: “Aunty, see you tomorrow in the bus.”
I said: “I will not meet in the bus now. Bye.”
And I closed the door.
My relationship with Shikhar lasted four months. In this period he fucked me ten times or rather I made him fuck me ten times.
Later that boy became obsessed with me and started competing with my husband. Then I understood that I had to remove him from my life otherwise because of his immaturity my happy life would be ruined.
After my daughter’s exams I asked my husband for a transfer and we moved to Bengaluru.