My husband’s rock-hard cock was slamming in and out of my soaked pussy with loud, wet fuch-fuch sounds. His thick, hot shaft kept stretching my dripping cunt walls with powerful thrusts, driving deep inside me. Every hard stroke made my creamy juices gush out, coating his veiny length and making it even slicker. I was loving every second of it. Even after twelve years of marriage the pleasure of getting fucked had not faded; it only grew stronger with each passing year.
Suddenly my pussy clenched tightly around him and released a hot flood of my juices. The sticky cream ran down my ass crack and soaked the bedsheet. But my husband was still fully hard. His throbbing dick pulsed inside my cunt with full power. Two minutes later his tool started twitching violently and he shot thick ropes of hot cum deep into my pussy.
He collapsed exhausted, resting his head on my soft, heavy tits, breathing hard. I lovingly stroked his ass and whispered softly, “Rajaji, please fuck my ass too. My ass has been itching so badly for days and you haven’t fucked it.”
Panting, he replied, “Not now baby, I don’t have the energy left. I’ll definitely fuck your ass tomorrow.”
I said with a little anger, “You said the same thing last night too. It’s been three days since my ass started itching badly. Please do something.”
He pulled his cock out of my cunt and said, “No baby, I have an important meeting tomorrow. Sleep now, I have to wake up early.”
He turned away and fell asleep like always, leaving my itching ass to be handled by a candle. I picked up the candle from the side, lifted both my legs high and folded them so my asshole was completely exposed. I slowly pushed the candle into my tight ring and fucked my ass with it as deep as possible. For ten to twelve minutes I kept thrusting the candle in and out of my puckered hole while remembering the afternoon incident. Only then did the itching in my ass ease a little and I felt some relief. But the memory of the afternoon kept playing in my mind.
Actually my name is Madhuri. I am 38 years old. My husband’s name is Dayasingh and he is 42. He works in a government department. His post is small but the extra income is good. With that money we turned our small Delhi house into a big one. There is no one else in our house because we don’t have any children yet. My in-laws live in the village. Only my husband and I live here. The house has many rooms but only two people.
Someone suggested to my husband that he should rent out rooms on the lower floor to students for good rent. He liked the idea. The very next day two boys took two rooms on the ground floor. Both were studying at Delhi University. They were quiet and focused on studies. One was Rahul and the other was Shaan.
My husband fucks me every two days. I enjoy his fucking a lot, but his only weakness is that he can cum only once. After one round he is finished. I get satisfied with one round but I always crave both pussy and ass fucking in one session. He himself had made me addicted to it. After marriage he used to fuck my cunt and then immediately fuck my ass. In the beginning ass fucking was painful, but within a month it started feeling heavenly. Ass fucking truly feels like paradise.
But for the last two-three years my husband’s cock gets spent after fucking my pussy. If he fucks my ass he cannot fuck my cunt. So I had to use a candle for my ass.
That day when my husband had gone to office I went downstairs for some work. It was two in the afternoon and very hot outside. While coming back upstairs I saw the door of the boys’ room was open. I thought maybe they had left it open by mistake. I went to check. There was Rahul sitting in just his underwear. The moment I reached he saw me and I got startled seeing him like that.
He asked, “What happened Aunty ji?”
I looked away from his underwear and said, “The room door was open so I thought you both might have left it open and gone somewhere.”
Rahul said, “I kept it open for better airflow because of the heat.”
I asked, “Shaan is not visible.”
Rahul replied, “He has gone for tuition.”
I looked at his underwear again and said, “Why are you lying like this? At least wear pants. What will someone think if they see you?”
Rahul said shyly, “Aunty ji, it’s very hot so I was taking some air. I didn’t know any lady would come into the room.”
I took a deep look at the big bulge in his underwear and turned back. When I came upstairs, Rahul’s cock kept flashing in front of my eyes. At night while fucking my ass with the candle I remembered the afternoon scene again and thought how amazing it would feel if Rahul’s cock was inside my ass instead of the candle.
Next day while leaving for office my husband said, “I have a meeting today. I might not return before nine at night.”
I finished all household work by one o’clock and went to lie on the bed. It was very hot again. I removed all my clothes and lay naked. One hand was on my heavy breasts, the other pulling my pussy hair. Suddenly I felt itching in my ass. Thoughts of Rahul’s cock came to my mind. I decided to take a risk. I thought I would check if Rahul would agree. At two o’clock I got dressed and went downstairs. I knew Shaan would be at tuition. The room door was closed. I knocked. Rahul opened it and looked at me questioningly.
I said, “Rahul, come upstairs please. My TV is not working.”
Without asking anything Rahul came with me. As soon as we reached upstairs I quickly closed the door and bolted it. Complete silence filled the room. Rahul switched on the TV and it started working immediately.
He said, “Aunty ji, the TV is working.”
I said, “Oh yes, now it is. It wasn’t working a while ago. Anyway, sit here for some time and check if it stops again.”
Rahul took the remote and started watching cricket. His eyes were on the screen but I was staring at his face and body.
I called my husband and asked if he would bring vegetables in the evening.
He replied, “I won’t be able to come this evening. I’ll be late, at least nine.”
Hearing that I felt relieved and kept the phone down.
I told Rahul, “Don’t go, I’ll bring cold drink for you.”
I made two cold drinks. I sat right beside him so our thighs were lightly touching.
I said, “Drink the cold drink.”
He started sipping slowly. I was getting aroused thinking about his cock. My breathing became heavy. I stretched my arms, causing my saree pallu to slip and my heavy breasts to push out. Rahul glanced at my tits and kept staring for a few moments before turning back to cricket.
I thought where to begin.
I asked, “Rahul, how old are you?”
Rahul: “Twenty two.”
I said, “You are so young. I was thinking of you as a child.”
Rahul just smiled shyly, excitement visible on his face.
I said, “You should get married now.”
Rahul replied, “I have grown up but not enough for marriage Aunty ji.”
I said, “Why? I saw it yesterday. It looked quite big.”
Rahul looked at me surprised and asked, “What did you see?”
I said, “When you were in underwear I could tell the size of your cock from above. It’s nicely big.”
Rahul’s face turned red with shame. He started drinking the cold drink fast. The redness reached his neck.
I held his hand and said, “Why are you getting nervous? Drink slowly.”
He said, “Aunty ji, you are very bold.”
I said, “Rahul, please do one thing. Come to my bedroom and help me.”
Rahul said, “Let’s go.”
I took him to my bedroom and locked the door properly. There was a light fragrance and warmth in the room. I made him sit on the bed with me, slowly placed my hand on his cock and said, “I have itching in one place and I need you. Will you cure my itch?”
Rahul was no child. He understood what I meant.
Still he asked, “Where is the itching?”
I saw raw lust in his eyes, quickly removed my saree, petticoat and blouse. In just thirty seconds I was standing in front of him in bra and panties. He was staring at my breasts without blinking. I removed my bra too. My full tits were now free.
I took his hand and placed it on my breast. “Press them.”
He started squeezing my tits. Pleasure ran through me. I placed one hand on his pants. His cock was throbbing hard inside.
I said, “Remove your clothes.”
He instantly took off his shirt revealing his broad chest and toned muscles. Then he opened his pants and pulled down both pants and underwear together. Now he stood completely naked in front of me. His cock was at least seven inches, thick, long, rock-hard and pointing straight up. Veins were bulging and the thick head was leaking shiny pre-cum.
I stepped forward, took his heavy cock in my soft hand and started stroking it slowly. My fingers felt the heat and hardness of his thick shaft. I stroked up and down making it even harder. He slipped his hand inside my panties. His hot fingers touched my swollen pussy lips and electric current ran through my body. He started rubbing my cunt, spreading my creamy juices. Then he pulled my panties down. My dripping pussy was now fully exposed. Seeing my wet cunt his cock twitched and grew even thicker.
He laid me on the bed, spread my thighs and placed his mouth on my slick pussy. His hot wet tongue licked my swollen folds then pushed inside, tasting my salty juices. He was sucking hard. His tongue moved in and out, licking every corner. My eyes were closed. I am 38 and he is only 22, sixteen years younger, yet it felt like he was the experienced man and I was the young virgin. Soon my pussy released hot juices again. I started moaning, “Aahhh… Rahul…” My voice echoed in the room. He lapped up all my cream, his mouth soaked.
Now he climbed on top of me. He squeezed my heavy breasts with both hands and sucked them like lollipops. First one pink nipple then the other. His style was unique. It reminded me of my husband’s early days. While sucking my tits he moved higher and kissed my lips. His tongue entered my mouth and played with mine. Down below his leaking cock was rubbing against my pussy lips, the thick head pressing repeatedly.
I raised both legs high, spread them wide, opening my cunt and invited him, “Rahul, don’t delay, put your cock in my pussy.”
Rahul held his cock and tried to enter but the boy didn’t know exactly where the hole was. I understood, held his thick shaft and placed the head at my dripping slit. He thrust hard and buried his entire seven-inch fat cock inside my cunt in one stroke. My pussy stretched tightly around his girth. He stayed still for a minute enjoying the feeling, then started fucking me hard. Uffff what a fuck he gave. He destroyed my cunt. Every thrust hit the deepest part of my pussy. Surprisingly even after five minutes of fast pounding he didn’t cum while I had my second orgasm. My creamy juices made his cock even slicker. After another five minutes his strokes became faster. He was about to explode.
I said, “Don’t cum inside my pussy.”
But in heat he didn’t listen. He pressed deep and started shooting his load inside my cunt. I tried to push him out but he held me tight so I let him fill me. After one minute he pulled out. His cum was leaking from my pussy down my ass crack. Yet his cock was still rock-hard. I was not tired yet.
I held his cock and said, “Well done Rahul, you are amazing. I loved it. Now do one more thing.”
He asked, “What?”
I said, “Cure the itching in my ass, my king.”
He said, “Okay. Which style do you want? Sitting on my cock, standing or doggy style?”
I was not too surprised he knew so much.
I only said, “Which style can you do?”
He replied, “I have never done it but I have seen on internet.”
I said, “I like doggy style the most. It hurts and the pain feels good too.”
He said, “Fine.”
He made me stand and bend over the bed keeping legs straight. My asshole was clearly visible to him. He touched my puckered hole with his finger. A shiver ran from my ass to my tits. He slowly pushed his finger inside and rotated it, loosening my tight ring. Then he used both thumbs to stretch my asshole wide. I loved the way he played with every part. He brought his thick cock head to my stretched hole but still looked doubtful because my ass was much tighter than his girth.
He said, “It looks like my cock won’t go in. It might hurt you if I force it.”
I looked back and said, “Don’t worry about my ass. Just push your cock in.”
He did exactly that. With force he rammed his fat cock into my tight ass. His cock was thicker than my husband’s but my ass was experienced. I gritted my teeth and took all the pain. First the thick head stretched my tight ring painfully then with one powerful thrust he buried his entire length inside my ass. A long moan escaped my mouth. Along with burning pain an incredible pleasure spread through my body. He gripped my waist tightly and started pounding my ass hard.
It felt like heaven. It seemed Rahul would cure years of itching in my ass today. Within two minutes my asshole stretched fully around his thick shaft. Every thrust made his veiny cock rub my inner walls. I had never felt such pleasure even with my husband. He moved his hands from my waist to my bouncing tits, squeezing them hard while relentlessly fucking my ass. His fingers pinched and twisted my stiff nipples sending currents through my body.
He fucked my ass like this for ten minutes. The room echoed with slapping sounds. After ten minutes his cock started pulsing inside and he shot his hot cum deep into my ass. He kept his cock buried and unloaded everything. When he finished he pulled out. I stood up slowly, touching my gaping asshole which was still twitching open. His thick cum was leaking out and running down my thighs.
I took his cock in my hand, stroking it and said, “Thank you Rahul.”
I cleaned my ass and pussy with a cloth. Rahul lay on the bed. I cleaned his cock too. Then I climbed on him, pressing my tits on his chest, rubbing my pussy on his cock and said, “Rahul, I loved it today. How did you feel?”
Rahul said, “I also loved it.”
I said, “Will you come again tomorrow?”
He said, “Yes.”
It was already three thirty.
Rahul said, “I should go now. Shaan will return by four.”
I said, “How can you go like this? First have coffee.”
I opened the door and walked naked to the kitchen because all windows and doors were already closed. I quickly made coffee, took fresh sweets and snacks from the fridge and brought everything back to the bedroom. Rahul was still naked on the bed. I asked him to sit on the sofa. I sat naked on his lap with his cock under me and said, “You relax, I’ll feed you.” I fed him sweets and snacks while he played with my tits and pussy. Fifteen minutes passed. During this his cock became hard again.
I held his cock, looked into his eyes. He laid me on the floor under the sofa, sucked my tits and slammed his cock back into my cunt. This time he fucked me at brutal speed. In five minutes he thrust at least five hundred times. I came again in the second minute. His powerful fucking made me lose my senses. As his final strokes came he buried deep and filled my pussy once more. Immediately after cumming he got up, went to the bathroom to clean. I lay there exhausted on the floor. He dressed while I watched him naked. When he finished I somehow stood up. My pussy, tits and ass were all aching but the pain felt as good as liquor to an alcoholic.
I went to the almirah, took out five thousand-rupee notes and started putting them in his pocket.
Rahul said, “No no, why this? I don’t want it.”
I hugged him tightly and said, “This is a gift of my love, my Rahul. Please don’t refuse. These are the same rent money you pay for the house. Now that you live in my heart how can I take rent from you?”
He kept refusing at first but when I didn’t let him go from my naked embrace he stayed silent. I put the notes in his pocket and released him. It was three fifty-five. Rahul quickly left the room. I followed him naked till the drawing room, closed the main door, went to the bathroom, filled the tub and lay in warm water remembering the delightful moments. I didn’t even realize when evening came.
Today my ass itching was completely cured. Rahul kept his promise and often comes to fuck my ass and pussy whenever I want.