It was a true story, even made it to the local papers. A husband and wife were driving from Sambalpur to Bhadrak. Somewhere past Redhakhol, near Bamur, the husband felt the urge to piss. He pulled over, parked the car on the side of the deserted road, and stepped out into the jungle to relieve himself. The wife, thinking she’d do the same, got out too, but the husband assumed she was still in the car. He finished, hopped back in, started the engine, and drove off, leaving her behind. When she stood up after squatting in the bushes, her husband was gone. She was alone in the middle of a dark, eerie jungle. Fear crept in. Her phone was still in the car, and there was no network out here anyway. What the hell was she going to do? She started walking, her heart pounding, until she saw a faint light in the distance.
I was back in my village from Bhubaneswar for the Dussehra festival. The responsibility of organizing the Chandi Puja fell on me, and it was a big deal. The night was alive with rituals, and we were a group of seven, keeping things running. The beer ran dry, though. Most of the guys went off to grab food and more booze, leaving me and my buddy at the tent. That’s when she stumbled in—auntie, looking like a damn dream. Fair skin, massive tits, probably a 36D, spilling out of her blouse. Her ass was heavy, swaying under her saree, with just enough of her soft belly peeking out. She was a fucking stunner.
She was shaken, her voice trembling as she explained her situation. Her phone was in the car, no network in this godforsaken jungle, and she had no idea how to reach her husband or get out of here. We were two kilometers from the main road, deep in the forest, where we’d set up the puja pandal just outside the village. Half a kilometer away, I had a small house near my farmland—a basic setup with a fan, a light, and a cot for resting.
My buddy and I exchanged a look. We were both around 30, 32 maybe, and the same dirty thought hit us both: how do we fuck this hot piece of ass? I played it cool, saying, “Auntie, there’s no chance of a bus till morning. Our work here’s done, so we’re heading home.” Her eyes widened with panic. “If you leave, where will I go? This is a jungle! I’m scared!” She was freaking out, almost begging. I said, “Look, I can help. There’s a house near my farmland. You can spend the night there.” She nodded, desperate. I took her to the house, unlocked it, and let her sit on the cot. “We’ll head out now,” I said. “We’ll drop you at the road around seven in the morning.”
She froze. “Alone? In this jungle? How will I manage till morning? How will I get out?” Her voice cracked, her mind spinning. She was practically pleading, but she had no options. I told my buddy to step outside and turned to her. “Auntie, we’ve given you a place to stay. If you want, we can stay up all night, keep you safe, and get you on a bus in the morning. But what’s in it for us?”
She was around 35, sitting on that cot, and I could tell her mind was wandering to dirty places. She got my hint but played dumb. “I don’t have anything right now. Whatever you want, I’ll send later.” I smirked. “Auntie, we don’t need your money.” She hesitated, then asked, “Then what do you want?”
No point beating around the bush. “Auntie, we both want to fuck you.” Her eyes went wide, shocked, but she couldn’t even get mad. I leaned in. “We’ll fuck you so good you’ll remember it for life. No one will ever know. Think of it as a Dussehra treat. But only if you’re game—no pressure.”
She was quiet for a moment, then said softly, “My husband’s the only man I’ve ever been with. I’ve never done this with anyone else. But… I don’t have a choice now, do I? Do whatever you want.” I shook my head. “Not like that, Auntie. You’ve gotta want it. Oh, and one more thing—I’m fucking that big ass of yours too.”
She hesitated, her breath shaky, but didn’t say no. I called my buddy back in. The night was dead quiet, with just a sliver of moonlight spilling into the room. Her saree had slipped, showing off those massive tits. I tugged it off gently, and she didn’t resist, lying back on the cot. I unhooked her blouse, and her breasts spilled out—full, pale, with hard, dark nipples begging to be sucked. I took one in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she let out a soft moan, her breathing getting heavy. My buddy was already pulling her saree off, revealing her thick thighs and that juicy ass. His cock was straining against his pants, rock-hard just looking at her.
I slid her panties down, and her pussy was already wet, glistening in the dim light. I slipped a finger inside, and she gasped, her body trembling. “Ohh… easy…” she whispered, but her voice was dripping with need. I buried my face between her legs, licking her clit, tasting her juices. Her moans got louder, “Fuck… harder… lick it…” She was losing control, her hips grinding against my mouth. My buddy was squeezing her tits, his cock now out—thick, long, and throbbing. She glanced at it, eyes wide. “That cock’s huge… it’ll tear my pussy apart.”
I grinned. “Forget tearing, Auntie. Just enjoy the ride.” I pulled out my cock, hard as steel. She grabbed it, stroking it slowly, then leaned in and took it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, sucking me like a pro. I was in fucking heaven. My buddy was rubbing her ass, his finger circling her tight asshole. She flinched but didn’t stop him.
I pushed her back on the cot and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was soaked, begging for it. I rubbed my cock against her slit, teasing her until she squirmed. “Put it in… don’t make me wait…” she begged. I thrust my cock deep inside her in one go. She screamed, “Oh fuck… I’m done for!” But soon she was moving with me, her hips meeting every thrust. Her pussy was tight, gripping my cock like a vice. “Fuck me… harder… rip my pussy apart!” she yelled, completely lost in it.
My buddy couldn’t wait anymore. I flipped her over, putting her on all fours, that big ass up in the air. I grabbed some oil from the corner and slicked up her asshole. She tensed. “Not there… it’ll hurt…” I leaned in. “Just try it, Auntie. You’ll love it.” I eased the tip of my cock into her ass, slow at first. She cried out, “Oh god… take it out!” But I kept going, inch by inch, until I was buried deep. After a moment, she started moaning, “Yes… fuck my ass…”
My buddy slid under her, pushing his cock into her pussy. We were both fucking her now—me in her ass, him in her pussy. She was screaming, “Oh fuck… two cocks… I’m gonna die… harder!” The room echoed with her moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together. We fucked her senseless for nearly an hour. I came hard, unloading deep in her ass. My buddy filled her pussy with his cum. She collapsed, panting, but her face showed pure satisfaction. “My husband never fucked me like that,” she gasped. “You two made my pussy and ass so happy.”
Morning came, and we walked her to the road. She got on a bus, but before she left, she smiled and said, “This Dussehra fuck-fest is something I’ll never forget.” We grinned. “Auntie, if you ever get lost again, you know where our tent is.”