Yo, I’m Sunny, a 20-year-old dude from Vadodara, standing 5’10”, fair-skinned, lean but ripped, and slogging through college. I’m a total porn addict, and I can’t get enough of those filthy desi sex stories—especially the incest and group sex ones that make my cock rock-hard in no time. Life was a blast, but one crazy-ass night flipped my whole world. This is about my aunt, Bharti, getting fucked senseless right in front of me, and holy shit, I was living for every second of it. Bharti’s 43, dusky, medium height, with a banging 36-30-38 figure. Not too thick, not too skinny—just fucking perfect. Her tight salwar-kameez clings to her massive tits and that juicy, plump ass that jiggles with every step, begging for attention. Her slim waist makes that ass pop even more. She’s always rocking skin-tight outfits, her boobs practically spilling out of her bra, and when she bends over, that deep cleavage is a straight-up cock-teaser. She’s got a daughter my age and a son two years younger, but they were off on some trip with their uncles during this.
This all went down when I was 18, during summer break, and I was crashing at Bharti’s place in Vapi. She’d made some vow she needed to fulfill at Chotila, but her kids were away, so she was gonna go solo. She looked at me with those sultry eyes and said, “Sunny, come with me, I’ll get bored alone.” I thought, fuck it, what else am I doing? So I said yeah. The bus was set to leave at 8 PM, so we scarfed down dinner and hit the bus stop. Bharti was wearing this tight-as-hell yellow salwar-kameez, her tits straining against the fabric, ready to burst out. Her cleavage was so deep it was practically screaming, and her ass swayed with every step, like it was daring someone to grab it. The bus was a sleeper coach, and our seats were right behind the driver.
We settled into the lower sleeper, me by the window, Bharti next to me. Before the bus took off, the co-driver, Bharat, this 45-year-old chubby, dark guy with a beer gut, came to check the sleepers. He was about Bharti’s height, with a rough face and sneaky eyes that lit up when he saw her. Bharti was sitting with her legs stretched out, her tits’ deep valley on full display. She gave him a flirty little smile, and he asked, “Everything cool?” She purred back, “Yeah, all good.” The bus started moving, and I caught Bharat stealing glances at her in the rearview mirror. Bharti was giving him eyes right back, and I was like, damn, something’s about to go down, and I’m here for it.
Three hours in, around 11 PM, the bus pulled into a roadside dhaba. Everyone got off to freshen up. I hit the restroom, but it was packed, so it took me a bit. When I got back, Bharti was at the counter, giggling with Bharat, her smile way too fucking suggestive. She turned to me and said, “Sunny, this is Bharat uncle. Any issues, just tell him.” I nodded, but in my head, I was like, “Oh, this is gonna be a wild ride.” We got back on the bus, and it took off again. I couldn’t sleep, but Bharti passed out next to me. The bus’s bumps made her ass and tits jiggle like crazy. Her ass was sticking out, bouncing with every jolt, and Bharat kept turning around to stare. My cock was getting hard just watching this shit unfold, but I kept my cool, soaking in the vibe.
At 3 AM, the bus stopped at another small dhaba. I woke Bharti up, and we got off. I headed to the restroom, and she said, “I’ll grab some food, you go back to the bus.” I said cool. The restroom was tiny, so everyone was pissing outside. I did the same. As I was heading back to the bus, I saw Bharti slipping into the dhaba, Bharat hot on her heels. My gut screamed trouble, so I snuck after them. The dhaba was small, with piles of dirt out back. A terrace light gave off a dim glow. I hid behind a mound and peeked out.
There, I saw Bharat push Bharti down to her knees and start unzipping his pants. She tried to resist, standing up, but he shoved her back down. He whipped out his 7-inch, thick, black cock, looking like a fucking pipe, and started rubbing it on her lips. Bharti turned her head away, but Bharat grabbed her hair, trying to force it in. She kept her mouth shut tight, so he stepped on her hand. She yelped in pain, her mouth opening, and he shoved his cock deep into her throat. Her eyes watered, and she was making these “unh… unh…” sounds as he fucked her mouth hard, pulling her hair to ram it in deeper. I was standing there, my cock throbbing in my pants, fucking loving the show, but too paranoid to jerk off in case someone showed up.
He kept at it for like 5-6 minutes, then let out a loud “Ahhh… fuck…” and unloaded his cum straight down her throat. His cock was so deep, the jizz shot right into her. He held her head for a bit, then slowly pulled out. Bharti stood up, and he planted his lips on hers, kissing her hard. She pushed back at first, but he gripped her tight, and soon she was kissing him back, their tongues going wild like they were starving for it. I was so fucking turned on, my dick was screaming, but I held off, scared someone might catch me. They made out for like four minutes, then headed back to the bus. I bolted to my seat. Bharti came back with chips and a water bottle for me. The bus rolled out, and I passed out from the high of it all.
At 6:30 AM, I woke up. The bus was stopped—tire puncture. Everyone was getting off. Bharti woke up too. We found out the jack wasn’t working, and we had to wait for another bus to bring one. Bharat sidled up next to Bharti, all smug. People were wandering off to piss along the highway. I went a bit further out to do the same. When I came back, I saw Bharti heading into the bushes, Bharat right behind her. My dick twitched—round two was coming. I followed quietly.
In the bushes, under a tree, Bharti was pulling down her salwar. Bharat dropped his pants, his cock already out. He pinned her against the tree, yanked her salwar off, and lifted one of her legs onto his arm, the other on the ground. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, trying to shove it in. I couldn’t believe my aunt was down for this shit. She grabbed his cock, guiding it to her wet slit. Bharat thrust hard, half his cock sliding in, and Bharti moaned, “Ohhh… fuck…” He started moving his hips slow, but his fat belly was getting in the way. Her slight tummy wasn’t helping either, but he pushed harder, burying his whole cock inside her. She screamed, “Ahhh… shit…” He shut her up with a sloppy kiss, their lips locked tight.
She was into it now, moaning into his mouth as he pounded her, her pussy making wet “slap… slap…” sounds. After a bit, he pulled out, bent her over to grab the tree, lifted her kameez, and smacked her ass hard, leaving it red. He slid his cock back into her pussy from behind, fucking her with deep, hard thrusts. Bharti was moaning like a slut, “Ohhh… I’m done… slow down… please…” Her ass jiggled with every hit, his thighs slapping against her with loud “thwack… thwack…” noises. I was so fucking hard, I pulled my cock out and started jerking off, loving every second of this filthy show.
About seven minutes in, the bus driver, Ramesh, a 50-year-old, jacked, dark dude with a hard face, showed up. He put a hand on Bharat’s shoulder. Bharat froze, mid-thrust. Ramesh signaled him to shut up. Bharti was still bent over, clueless that Ramesh was there. He pulled out his 8-inch, thick, black cock, its head huge and shiny. Bharat quietly pulled out and stepped aside, holding Bharti’s ass. Ramesh pressed his cock against her pussy and slammed it in with one brutal thrust. Bharti screamed, “Fuck… oh my god…” He grabbed her waist and fucked her hard, no mercy. She was yelling, “Please… take it out… slow down…” but he didn’t give a shit. His cock was so big, it was wrecking her pussy.
Bharat saw his chance, moved to her front, and shoved his cock back in her mouth since she was screaming. He fucked her throat deep, her “mmph… mmph…” muffled as he went to town. Ramesh was pounding her pussy from behind, and both guys were groaning, “Fuck… yeah…” Bharti’s eyes were shut, her body shaking as they used her. I was jerking off like crazy, my cock throbbing as I watched my aunt get railed like a pornstar. Seven minutes later, Bharat groaned and shot his load down her throat again. Ramesh kept hammering her pussy, his cock so deep it felt like it was hitting her core.
A few minutes later, Ramesh let out a loud “Fuck yeah…” and dumped his cum deep in her pussy, her slit dripping with it. He stayed inside her for a bit, then pulled out. Bharti stood up, turned around, and froze when she saw Ramesh. Both guys zipped up and walked off. Bharti pulled her salwar back on, but she was wobbling, her pussy and ass sore as hell. I snuck back to the bus, my cock still buzzing from the show.
Bharat and Ramesh got a jack from another bus, fixed the tire, and we were off again. Bharti crashed in the sleeper, out cold. I was too wired but eventually passed out. We got to Chotila at 11 AM, did the vow thing, and checked into a hotel to clean up. The return trip had more of this wild shit, but that’s a story for another day.