Dolly…Aunty Mat Kaho Na!

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.In Pics: Dolly | Contributed by: Didi’s Aashiq
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Vanity can be a bitch. More importantly, it can be a slippery slope that can make a woman go places she didn’t think she ever would.

That’s what was the undoing of my Dolly Aunty, who is lying next to me in bed, her naked body glistening with a fine coat of sweat, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath, a smile and glow of absolute bliss and contentment on her face.

I am Sailesh, a 24 year old guy from Gujarat, India.

I don’t know what is it about aunts that makes nephews lust for them. Maybe it’s because they are the closest to a “mother” figure that you are technically not being incestuous having sexual thoughts about.

Whatever the reason, I am neither the first, nor will I be the last guy to have the hots for his sexy aunt. Neither am I nor will I be the first guy to have banged his aunt.

As I lay next to my Dolly Aunty, admiring her beautiful, naked body coated in sweat after hours of intense sex with me — watching her pussy overflowing with my cum, I can’t help but think back at what a night it has been!

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“Happy Birthday Dolly Aunty!!!!” I screamed walking through the door.

“Aunty mat kaho na,” (don’t call me aunty) I heard back from somewhere inside the house.

Dolly Aunty absolutely hated to be called ‘aunty’. Not that she looked like one.

She looked younger than her age and made heads turn, but she was my aunt after all — by marriage since she is married to my father’s youngest brother — even though she is closer to my age than her husband’s.

As hot as Dolly Aunty is, life should have been easy for her.

She won the college beauty queen award every year of college and the guys always chased her. But she kept waiting for the one that would make her toes curl.

By the time college ended, she was still waiting for Mr Right to lose her virginity to, getting frustrated and starting to question whether she was good enough for the good guys or whether there were any good guys left out there.

My uncle was smitten the first time he saw her at a wedding they were both attending. She was the bride’s best friend and he was a family friend of the groom.

When he proposed, she accepted, maybe in desperation. That he was nearly 15 years older than her didn’t seem to matter to her…at least back then.

When the couple stayed childless after two years of marriage, she started having second thoughts about her decision to marry someone so much older than her. It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying.

While I was studying, because their house was a 15-minute walk from college, because dorm fees were rather high, and because they had a spare bedroom, I was invited to stay at their place, in the room adjoining theirs.

The first night I spent there, at close to midnight, a rhythmic creaking sound woke me up. It took me a few moments to figure out that it was the sound of the bed in the next room as my uncle fucked Dolly Aunty. The walls between the two rooms must be wafer thin, I thought.

Hearing my uncles grunts as he thrust into her and Dolly Aunty’s moans asking uncle to fuck her pussy harder and deeper just confirmed the obvious.

I could even hear his balls slapping against her.

In a couple minutes, I heard Dolly Aunty go, “yes, oh God yes, I am cumming.”

Then I heard her scream and ask him to cum in her pussy.

This was immediately followed by a heavy sigh from my uncle — and I figured out he had just cum — and then a different sound of the bed as he must have flopped over.

I could literally picture everything happening next door and had such a boner picturing her naked enjoying a hard orgasmic fuck and my uncle’s cum flowing deep inside Dolly Aunty’s pussy.

I ached for it to have been my dick in her instead of my uncle’s, and I had to relieve myself, jerking off in bed next door to where my sexiest aunt had just got fucked.

The creaking of the bed had stopped long before my release came.

As I stepped out to go to the bathroom to clean up, so did Dolly Aunty, wrapped in a ridiculously small towel that she held on to maybe an inch above her nipples and ended just a few inches below her pussy.

Her just-fucked flushed look, her body in that skimpy towel, and a streak of cum, trickling down the inside of her thigh were enough to get me hard again.

Seeing me there, she blushed and ran to the bathroom.

I went back to my room and relieved myself a second time thinking about Dolly Aunty — this time imagining me stripping off her towel before fucking her brains out.

This routine played out almost every night and just hearing them fuck was no longer enough for me.

A week or so later, I rigged their bedroom with a hidden camera that I could control remotely from my room.

From then on, I didn’t just get to hear, but to watch and enjoy the live performance of my uncle stripping Dolly Aunty naked, fondling her boobs while kissing her, and sucking her tits before fucking and creaming her pussy.

Sadly, the fucking never lasted beyond 5-6 minutes after he entered her, and I often saw Dolly Aunty masturbate herself to orgasm after uncle had fallen asleep.

Through my college days, I enjoyed my own personal ‘midnight show’ invariably masturbating myself to relief while watching my aunt getting fucked, imagining me instead of her husband doing the fucking.

After every show, I would step out when I saw Dolly Aunty get out of bed — either after uncle had creamed her pussy, or after she had masturbated herself to her own orgasm thereafter.

Every time I stepped out, Dolly Aunty stepped out too — to go to the bathroom. And every time she did, she treated me to a display of her body in various stages of undress — from lacy bra and panties to sheer nighties to towels.

This became sort of like a routine and she always feigned surprise at seeing me, blushing, rushing to the bathroom…

I would often watch her masturbate to an orgasm after our midnight ‘surprise’ encounters.

I would imagine that she was masturbating thinking about me while I relieved myself for a second time thinking about her.

Eventually, the daily sounds became weekly then maybe once or twice a month, before I hardly ever heard them.

It was a sad day when I disconnected the camera, packed my bags and moved out to start working as an intern at a company at the other end of town.

Well, sad for of the memories associated with it, because I hadn’t had the pleasure of watching her getting fucked for over two months before I moved out.

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I did visit them every now and then — weekends, festivals, holidays, etc., and today was no different. It was her birthday and I was there at the stroke of midnight, with a bouquet of flowers, a birthday cake and — feeling brave — a gift box with a “open when alone” tag on top.

I followed her voice and headed in the direction from which I had heard her shout out “Aunty mat kaho na.” She was in her bedroom, dressed in a saree, sitting on the bed, sobbing (?)

“What happened Aunty?” I asked, “where’s uncle?”

“I said don’t call me aunty!!!” she scolded. “You make me feel old whenever you say that. Uncle’s out on a business trip.”

“Why are you crying?” I asked, “is everything ok?”

“It’s nothing.” she said, wiping her eyes and turning to me with a smile. “I didn’t expect you to show up.”

“I couldn’t miss my sexiest aunt’s birthday!” I said, knowing she liked the flattery and flirting, even with her nephew.

Slapping my hand playfully, she said, “I said, don’t call me aunty”, but her face had turned red at being called sexy.

“Ok, ok…but only if you tell me why my favorite aun…. I mean woman is crying” I said, adding to the flattery.

“Nothing really, probably my hormones acting up.” she said dismissing it

When she realized I wasn’t buying it, she sighed and continued. “He was supposed to be back last week, but there was a problem and the trip got extended. He called two days back and promised he would be here tonight so we could celebrate my birthday together. He just called a few hours back saying he won’t be back for at least a month more.”

She wiped the tears that had started streaming down her cheeks again.

I could see her debating whether to say more or not.

Evidently making up her mind, she continued, “You know, we had big plans for this entire week. He had promised to take time off from work for a take me out on a ‘second honeymoon’. The plan was to spend the whole week in bed trying for a baby. He promised to try and give me a baby as my birthday gift. It’s the right time of the month, so with hormones kicking in, I was hoping we would be able to try at least 2-3 times a day over the next week. And now he won’t even be here for at least another month. I don’t think I will ever have a baby Sailesh.”

She sighed, and probably realized she had gone into too much detail about how much sex she was hoping for, “Anyway, enough to say I am feeling a bit heartbroken that’s all.”

“Don’t say that aunty,” I said feeling a stirring in my pants hearing her almost say that she was horny. After an awkward moment of silence, I added, “be right back…I have something to cheer you up.” 

I rushed to the living room where I had left the stuff I had brought and returned.

I settthe gift box and cake on the side table.

Handing her the bouquet of 12 red roses I said, “one for each month, for the prettiest and sexiest woman I know.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing again as she took the bouquet.

She smelled the roses and said, “they smell beautiful,”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you,” I said.

“You think I smell beautiful or look beautiful?”

“Both,” I said, smelling the air in an exaggerated way and licking my lips dramatically. She slapped my hand in mock anger.

“And now, it’s time to cut the cake,” I said, picking up the box containing the cake, a candle and a plastic knife, “with a thick layer of extra frosting on top, just the way you like it.”

She grinned as I set the box on the bed between us. Opening the box, I set the candle on top of the cake, lit it and handed the knife to her, “make a wish, blow and cut. If you smile, it may or may not make the wish come true, but it will make me very happy because I don’t like to see you crying.”

“Awe, my sweet nephew,” she said kissing me on the cheek. I was tempted to turn my face at the last minute so I could kiss her lips, but resisted the temptation for the moment.

Smiling, she took the knife, closed her eyes, made a wish, opened them and blew the candle out before cutting the cake. I sang “happy birthday to you…” right through.

She took a piece of cake and fed it to me, saying, “thank you for remembering and thank you for making it special” she planted another kiss on my other cheek, “I mean it.”

“I am not done making it special yet,” I said after eating the piece of cake.

Cutting another, rather large piece of cake with a lot of frosting, I set the rest of the cake on the side table, raised my hand towards her but stopped when she opened her mouth, “but, you have to tell me your wish first.”

“NO!” she exclaimed, blushing redder than ever before.

“Please, please, pretty please…” I coaxed her, “I will call you Aun…”

“Ok, ok…stop nagging,” she said, looking down shyly “I wished for a baby.”

“And your wish shall come true,” I said in a sing-song pronouncement as I fed her the piece of cake, “because you smiled.”

After she had taken a bite, I set the box of cake on the side table next to the bed and smeared the remaining piece cake in my hand all over her face and neck, letting some drop over her clothes, noticing that a nice juicy piece of frosting had lodged itself conveniently into her cleavage.

“Stop, stop….” she protested, giggling and laughing, but trying to push me away and losing her balance in the bargain.

As she fell backwards, I fell on top of her, one cake smeared hand resting on her exposed belly as her pallu fell aside.

We were both laughing awkwardly, my lips just inches from her mouth.

There was certainly a heavy sexual current flowing between us.

“Sailesh,” she whispered hoarsely as I caressed and squeezed her belly, “what are you doing?”

Dolly Aunty’s face was flushed and her chest was heaving and as I looked into her yes, there was an unmistakable hunger there.

“I want more cake” I whispered, my lips, mere inches from Dolly Aunty’s, my body on top of hers, my hand caressing her belly and hip above the edge of her saree, grinding against the valley between her spread legs.

“Go get some,” she replied, licking her cake covered lips and trying to push my hand off her belly, “it’s right there on the side table.”

“No,” I said, “I want to lick this cake.”

“What?” she said surprised, “you want to lick your aunt’s face?”

“Not just your face. probing her navel with my cake covered fingers.” Her eyes went wide as she realized I wanted to lick the cake from all over her body.

“No way Sailesh,” she said, shaking her head and trying unsuccessfully to push me off her body, “I am your aunt.”

“You say not to call you aunty,” I replied, smiling, “so if you aren’t my aunty, then what’s the matter, right? Besides, I am willing to bet, your body tastes much better than the cake.”

“Stop it, this is so inappropriate,” she said slapping my hand and blushing red, but stopped trying to push me off her body.

“Please aunty,” I said and, bending down, I licked the cake from her chin.

Dolly Aunty moaned, but didn’t protest or push me back.

Then I licked the cake from her cheeks and nose before licking the cake from her forehead, caressing her hair and face all the while.

I took my time enjoying every inch of her beautiful face. It took me nearly five minutes to lick all the cake from her face.

Only her lips were still covered with cake.

“Wow! Aunty,” I said, “you taste even better than the cake. I want to taste every inch of you.”

Looking into her eyes, I moved her pallu aside and buried my face in her cleavage, licking and sucking the cake off her body.

“Stop Sailesh,” she groaned but grabbed my hair and pulled me into her breasts, “this is so wrong.”

“So deliciously wrong,” I mumbled into her cleavage, “I am so hard right now aunty, I want to make your birthday wish come true. Do you want me aunty?”

“Yes….no…it’s not right…you can’t fuck me…I am married… it’s a sin…what will people say… oh God no…your cum in my pussy? God yes…I mean no…” she gave every excuse that she could think of and yet the hunger evident in her contradictory words.

I placed her hand over the erection in my pants as she was protesting, “My God, you really are hard right now, Sailesh.”

“I want to give you a baby, aunty,” I said, squeezing her breast, “please aunty.”

“No Sailesh,” she said but moaned with pleasure when I slid my hand inside her blouse and touched her nipple with my fingers.

“Please aunty,” I begged, pinching her nipple, “say yes. I won’t disappoint you. Please say you want my baby.”

“Oh God, Sailesh, you are making me so wet.” she groaned with pleasure as her nipples were being stimulated. “I should be revolted and disgusted, but I am not, that’s so wrong,” she moaned, her lust and morals at a conflict.

“Just once aunty, please,” I pleaded.

She hesitated some more before adding, “Promise me you will give me a baby”

That’s when I knew for sure that, I was about to become my favorite aunt’s extra-marital lover, and was determined to fuck her brains out.

“Yes aunty,” I said grinning at her, “but first, I want the rest of the cake.”

“You are a naughty boy,” she said blushing and leaned in for a kiss with parted lips and closed eyes, “take it before I change my mind.”

I licked her all over her lips before kissing her her, licking and sucking the cake off her moist, hungry lips.

She opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue into my mouth, moaning.

As I sucked on her tongue, her fingers were in my hair, pulling me to her as I kissed her and ate her mouth and tongue hungrily.

“You are so delicious aunty,” I said licking my lips when we broke the kiss.

“Aunty mat kaho na,” she said blushing. I pulled her back into a kiss, sucking her tongue with even more intensity this time.

My hands were caressing her boobs over her blouse as I devoured her mouth.

“Liked the cake?” she asked when we finally came up for air breaking the kiss.

“Yes,” I said, “but I loved your lips, mouth and tongue,” I said, “can I have some more of that.”

“You are a bad boy,” she said but pulled me back into a kiss and feeding me her tongue to suck on.

As I kissed and ate her mouth, I ran my hand up her legs, caressed her belly and finally squeezed a breast. Dolly Aunty was moaning in my mouth and the more I pawed her body, the more it seemed to increase her passion and hunger.

“I need the rest of the cake too,” I said, licking the cake off her neck, lower and lower till I reached her clothes.

I ate the cake that was spilled on her saree, before pulling the saree off her shoulder and burying my face in her cleavage, licking and sucking on the exposed part of her boobs hungrily.

Grabbing my head, she pulled me into her, her chest heaving into my mouth and probing tongue. “Oh Sailesh,” she groaned.

“You are so yummy Dolly Aunty” I replied into her cleavage.

Reaching behind her, I untied her backless blouse and peeled it off her body. She did not have a bra on and there was nothing covering her breasts.

Topless, she looked irresistible. Her naked breasts were neither small nor large, shaped perfectly with high pinkish-brown hard nipples.

“Wow!” I said staring hungrily at her naked boobs. I scooped some of the icing from the cake and covered both her nipples with it.

“Oh FUCK!” Dolly Aunty groaned when I licked a nipple, took it in my mouth and started sucking. She thrust her boobs into my mouth.

I licked and sucked the cream off the nipple and then proceeded to suck her nipple hungrily for a few minutes.

After devouring one nipple to my heart’s content, I licked the cream off the other nipple before sucking it to my heart’s content.

“Harder Sailesh,” she groaned, “suck it harder.”

I needed no second invitation and sucked and pinched both her nipples for a good 5-10 minutes.

I started licking the cake while my hands squeezed both her boobs. My fingers found and pinched her nipples, making her groan in pleasure as her nipples hardened.

Moving her hands above her head and holding them in place, I licked both her armpits before licking every inch of both her breasts. Taking one of her nipples back in my mouth, I started sucking hungrily.

After a while, I moved down and licked the cream from her belly and navel. She was moaning and groaning all along, moving her body into my mouth.

I went back to her boobs and sucked on her tits while pinching the free nipple again.

“God you are delicious,” I moaned into a nipple.

“It’s the cake,” she said giggling.

“No, it’s these two beauties that I could never get tired of sucking.”

“Wait,” she said finally after letting me suck her tits for a few minutes. As I looked up at her, she was breathless and flushed.

“I want to show you something that may change your mind about what you want to do.”

“The only thing that could be better than sucking your nipples would have been if they were filled with milk.”

“Dirty boy,” she said slapping my hand, “just wait and watch she said smiling at me, got off the bed, moved a few steps away and started stripping off her saree facing me.

I had already stripped her blouse off and had already seen her naked breasts and nipples up close.

What came next made my jaw drop.

As she stripped her saree, there was absolutely nothing underneath.

Completely naked, Dolly Aunty was my erotic dream come true.

I’d seen her on video, but naked for me instead of uncle and up close was something completely different.

“No underwear, was the deal. I promised to your uncle that I won’t be packing any bra or panties for the trip we were going to take. This was supposed to be his treat. Now it’s yours.”

She threw her saree at me, “stop staring like that,” she said, “you are embarrassing me. I have never been naked before any man other than your uncle and this isn’t easy for me, you know.”

I smelled her distinctive aroma on her saree, “Sorry,” I said and set her saree aside on the bed.

“Like what you see naughty boy?” She asked posing naked for me and turning around a couple times.

I took in every inch of her naked body. I had a raging hardon that was straining to be set free.

I couldn’t help reaching down to adjust my cock into a relatively comfortable position. Dolly Aunty’s eyes followed my hand and she smiled at the obvious erection.

“Someone looks happy to see me naked,” she said staring at the tent in my pants.

“You are too far for me to see clearly,” I said grinning.

“How about now? she said, moving a couple steps closer.

“Even closer,” I said, my voice cracking and hoarse.

She moved to within inches from the bed. I was sitting, she was standing, which meant her pussy — glistening with her wetness — was inches from my mouth.

“How about now?” she said. She hadn’t realized that I had scooped some more frosting from the cake while she was turning around for me.

“Look, more cake,” I said smearing her pussy with the frosting.

As she giggled, I pulled her into the bed and got on the floor between her legs.

“Uncle is a fool to not make this beautiful pussy happy for hours.” I said rubbing frosting over and into her pussy

“Oh you think you can go on for hours?” she said as I rubbed the frosting on her clit buried my face into her crotch, “we will see if you can last beyond 5 minutes.”

“Right now, I want to taste the cake that seems to have gone inside you.” I said, opening her pussy lips and sliding my tongue deep inside her hole.

“Oh maaaa,” she groaned thrusting her pussy into my mouth.

She let me eat her pussy for a few minutes before pulling my head back.

“There’s no cake there anymore,” she said giggling.

“No, but what’s there is so much more delicious,” I said licking her slit. “I like this ‘cake’ more,” I added before sucking on her clit and licking her pussy.”

“You know,” she said as I devoured her, “uncle doesn’t like doing what you are doing.”

“Oh uncle doesn’t know what deliciousness he is missing out on,” I moaned into her pussy.

She let me enjoy her pussy for a while, caressing my hair and moaning as I are her, before pulling my head back.

“I want to see you without your clothes too” she said and pulled me on to the bed, ripping my shirt off and pulling my pants and underwear down.

Once I was naked, she lay me back and got on top of me, sitting on my face.

“Want more of the icing?” she asked reaching for the cake on the side table and scooping some on to her fingers.

She fed me her cream covered pussy and I was in heaven. I ate her hungrily. After all the cream was gone, she would smear some more and make me eat it.

After she did that 2-3 times, I covered my fingers with the cream from her pussy and entered her hole with them.

Removing my fingers, I entered her hole with my tongue, licking the cream mixed with her juices.

“Best cake ever,” I said into her pussy.

“God you are going to make me cum in your mouth Sailesh,” she said moaning and groaning as I ate her.

She arched her back, reached behind her and grabbed my erect shaft, stroking it in rhythm with my tongue.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into me, devouring her dripping wet pussy.

“My God, Aunty,” I groaned, “your pussy is as delicious as it’s beautiful. Cum in my mouth Aunty.”

As I sucked on her clit, she squirmed as her body inched closer to a pent up orgasm.

“Oh Fuck YESSS!” she groaned moving her hips and thrusting her pussy into my mouth, “that feels so good, eat me harder.”

Encouraged, I licked and sucked on her clit hungrily and entered her hole with two fingers and pinched a nipple with the other hand.

“Oh Maaaaaaaa!!!!!” Dolly Aunty screamed in a high pitched voice I had never heard before, “I am cumming Sailesh.”

Her whole body shook as she was rocked by an orgasm, her cum gushing out of her pussy and straight into my mouth.

I lapped up her delicious love juices greedily while continuing to suck on her clit.

Her orgasm seemed like it would go on for ever. She kept cumming as multiple aftershocks followed her orgasm, her pussy kept gushing into my mouth and I kept licking and drinking her juices.

I wished it would go on for ever, but my erection needed its share of action too. Eventually, she stopped shaking and collapsed on the bed next to me

“WOW!” she said, still panting, “that was awesome Sailesh. Wish your uncle ate my pussy half as well as you just did. Man, you are a natural at it.” 

“I didn’t want your orgasm to end at all,” I said, “you were incredible.”

“Sorry for cumming in your mouth like that,” she said embarrassed.

“Are you kidding me?” I said, “that was the best part, you taste heavenly. I want more.”

“As happy as hearing that makes me, and as much as I would love to keep feeding you my pussy juice, that alone won’t give me a baby na?” she said getting up on her elbow and looking down at my cock.

“Oh God Sailesh, you are HUGE! It’s so beautiful,” she said staring at my cock, its tip leaking pre-cum. 

“Really Aunty?”

“No kidding Sailesh,” she said crossing her heart, and licking the precum off the tip off my cock. “It’s at least twice your uncle’s size, maybe bigger. It’s a cucumber to his wilted bhindi.” she added laughing.

“If it is bigger, maybe it will send the sperm deeper inside you no? Maybe that is what is needed to give you a baby.”

“Are you that impatient to fuck your aunt?” she said, a twinkle in her eyes.

“Ye… I mean not like that,” I blurted.

“Shut up,” she said, “I know you want to fuck my pussy, and you will get your wish too. But before that,” she said scoping some frosting from the cake, ” I want some cake too…”

She covered the head of my cock with the frosting, “..and only when I have had enough cake, will you get to fuck me to your heart’s content and we will se if you can last longer than your uncle’s 10-15 thrusts before filling my pussy with your sperm.”

She took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked the frosting of it.

“Yummm,” she said, winking at me “and not just the cream.”

She licked the remaining frosting off my cock, “you are gorgeous,” she said kissing my cock, “can’t wait to have you and your swimmers inside me.”

She licked it from base to tip, then stroked it for a bit, then started sucking and kissing it again.

“I want your sperm to fertilize my eggs gorgeous,” she mumbled to my cock.

My balls had been aching since Dolly Aunty had stripped naked. Now, with all this talk of me creaming her pussy, I couldn’t hold back longer.

“Oh fuck Aunty,” I groaned just two minutes after she had first taken me in her mouth, I shot my load in her mouth and all over her face.

She stroked and sucked my cock till it went limp, swallowing my cum, then tried to pick as much of my cum from her mouth and licked it.

I collapsed on the bed panting while Dolly Aunty went to the bathroom to wash her face.

When she returned, I could clearly see she was sad or upset.

“What’s the matter aunty?”

“Aunty mat kaho na,” she said, “I am not that much older than you.”

“Ok, ok,” I said, “but what is the matter? You didn’t like my cock?”

“It’s not that,” she said, coming over and sitting on the bed next to me.

“You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen, I swear,” she added caressing my face and planting a kiss on my lips. “I am just a bit disappointed that you wasted that load of sperm, I guess.”

“Oh, I am sorry aunty,” I said, “I didn’t mean to… it’s just that, I couldn’t hold back anymore with your beautiful lips around me.”

“It’s ok,” she said, sadly, “a baby wasn’t meant to be I guess.”

“No,” I said, “I promised I would try and give you a baby.”

“But it’s over,” she said, sadly, “didn’t even last 2 minutes.”

“Don’t get me wrong, aunty,” I said, “but maybe I will go hard again if you feed me your pussy and cum in my mouth. I mean, I have masturbated more than once a day before.”

She perked up hearing that, “not a bad idea,” she said, “certainly worth trying to get you hard again. Your uncle can never get it up again a second time. Maybe you are different.”

“And,” I said, “if I am honest, I do want to eat your pussy again, without frosting this time.”

She smiled, “I have an even better idea,” she said and climbed on top of me but with her back to me.

I enveloped my mouth over her pussy as she sat on my face and when my tongue entered her hole, she bent down and took my limp cock in her hand, kissing it all over.

She sucked on my cock, stroking it and caressing my balls, while I devoured her dripping wet pussy.

She started grinding her pussy into my mouth and I ate her hungrily.

After about ten minutes, the way her body moved, I knew she was getting close to another orgasm.

My cock started stirring as I realized I was going to get another feast of her juices.

“Wakey wakey beautiful,” she said as my cock started stirring in her mouth and hand.

“Yes, yes…yes……. she started moaning and groaning around my dick, after a few more minutes, her voice again the same high pitch as before, her words coming out as gibberish around my partially erect cock

Taking my cock out of her mouth but continuing to stroke it vigorously, she screamed in that high pitched voice, “I am cumming Sailesh!!!!!!”

“Yes, yes, yessssss!!!!!!” she yelled erupting when I grabbed her butt and pulled her into me, wrapping her pussy with my mouth.

I kept eating her as her body shook and her pussy fed me her delicious orgasm.

Ten minutes later, she came again with a much longer orgasm and I ate her through it too and her pussy fed me her third back-to-back orgasm just five more minutes later.

By now, I was hard again, but but didn’t want to stop eating her delicious pussy.

But she was exhausted, “stop, I will die,” she groaned and rolled off me, collapsing on the bed, panting and gasping.

“Oh FUCKKKK!” she groaned, “You are the first guy to eat my pussy and I never knew how good it can be. I swear, I’ve never had this many orgasms in a day, leave alone an hour.”

Kissing her lovingly, I said, “you faked it everyday with Uncle, didn’t you?”

“WHAT!?!” she asked shocked, “No. How would you even know?”

“I used to be right next door you know. I could even hear the bed creaking every time you two did it. I could hear his sloppy kissing, his moans when he sucked your nipples — but for not more than 2-3 minutes I might add. I could clearly hear uncle grunt with every thrust. I could hear his balls slapping against you when was fucking you, and I could hear you moan and ask him to fuck you harder and deeper. I could tell when he came by his satisfied groan and the thud when he collapsed on the bed next to you.

“Oh God!” Blushing, she hid her face in her hand and turned away from me, “you could hear all that?”

“The point is, the sounds you made were nothing like the way you sounded when you came tonight.” I replied. “It’s true isn’t it?” I insisted.

She nodded shyly.

“All he wanted was his five minutes of glory, pounding my pussy till he shot his load inside me.” she put her face in her hands totally embarrassed, “I still can’t believe you heard everything.”

I nodded. “And, every single time I pictured you naked. I wished it was me instead of him fucking your pussy and shooting my load deep inside you.” I did not bother to tell her that I had watched them and knew exactly how soon he was done once he shoved his cock into her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, her face beet red, “you have been imagining fucking me all this while? And I would walk past you nearly naked almost everyday after he fucked me. This is so embarrassing.”

“No,” I said, “it’s so hot. And you are far more beautiful naked than my wildest imagination.”

Spooning her, I started kissing her neck while caressing her boobs and teasing her nipples.

Reaching behind, she took my cock in her hand and started caressing and stroking it.

“And today you got what you wanted.”

“Not yet,” I said, reaching down and stroking her clit. “I have a baby to make.”

It was time to give dear Dolly Aunty her real birthday present.

“Want to try for that now?”

“On two conditions naughty boy,” she said smiling at me and holding one finger up…

“One, you won’t waste it again. I want all your sperm deep inside me so they can go fuck my eggs.”

“Deal,” I said, “I promise to cum as deep inside your pussy as I can this time.”

“And two,” she said holding up a second finger, “you will last more than five minutes.”

“We’ll see about that,” I said, turning her around.

I got on top of her and spread her legs aside.

Getting between her legs, I started rubbing my shaft against her sopping wet opening.

“Oh God, yes, put it in me,” she said watching my hardness rub against her sopping wet opening, “and take what you have always wanted.”

I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue in her mouth, her tongue finding and wrestling with mine passionately.

“Promise you will give me a baby, na?” she groaned breaking the kiss, as the head of my shaft entered her.

“I will try my best,” I said. If that’s the excuse she wanted to give to justify her lust, so be it.

“Time to try and make your birthday wish come true Aunty,” I said shoving as much of my shaft inside her as I could.

“Aaaahhhh” she groaned. She was extremely tight, in spite of being so soaking wet and having been fucked almost daily for over two years by my uncle.

“Happy Birthday Dolly Aunty!!!!” I said shoving all the way into her with my second thrust.

Her mouth opened in a silent “O” as my shaft filled her. She was incredibly tight.

I couldn’t believe I was fucking Dolly Aunty — the woman I had lusted over and wanted to fuck for well over two years now. 

“Oh God Sailesh!” she groaned as I buried myself to the hilt inside her, “you are so huge…

“You fill me so completely. FUCK ME SAILESH….FUCK ME HARD”. Grabbing my ass, she pulled me deeper into her.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I started moving in and out of her, going faster and faster with each stroke. She was like a cheer leader egging me on…

“Faster Sailesh, harder….yess…yessss…yessssss…..harder…faster…” she kept grunting with each thrust into her.

I’d been ramming her pussy for well over fifteen minutes now and she had already had an orgasm around my cock.

My shaft, thrusting deep inside her was rubbing her in places she’d never been touched, sending her towards yet another orgasm.

It came like an earthquake. She screamed as it shook her like a twig, her toes curling.

The way her already tight pussy squeezed my swelling cock, I couldn’t hold back either and buried myself to the hilt inside it and came sending rivers of my sperm flowing deep inside Dolly Aunty, filling my aunt’s hungry pussy with my seed.

It took well over a minute for both of us to recover from our orgasms and I collapsed on her sweat-drenched body, both of us panting heavily.

“WOW Sailesh!!!” she gushed, “you are amazing! Best birthday gift EVER!!!”

“Speaking of which…” I said, getting off the bed, “I forgot to give you the gift I had bought for you.” I picked up the box and handed it to her.

“You shouldn’t have,” she said taking the box, “you remembering the birthday itself was enough. And then you topped it by fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. ‘Open when alone. Love, your favorite nephew,” she added reading the card. What is it though that I had to open when alone?”

“Check it out,” I said, “maybe it will be what I need to give you yet another ‘best birthday gift ever’.”

“Again?” she said starting to unwrap the box, “you just came in me. You want to fuck me again?”

“Oh if I could have my way. I would so love to keep filling your pussy with my cum every day and every night aunty,” I said, “and drink your cum right out of your pussy.”

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“Naughty boy,” she teased shyly pulling out the sheer thong bra and panties set I had bought her.

“This was in memory of all the nights I saw you going to the bathroom, and wished I saw you naked, and masturbated thinking of you afterwards.”

“Really!?!” she asked, blushing.

“Every single night, I masturbated while I heard uncle fuck you, and again after I saw you going to the bathroom, with barely anything on your body.” I of course left out the part about seeing them fuck and then masturbating watching those videos after I moved out.

“I would like to see you in it” I said.

It was nearly 3 am now, but sleep was farthest from either of our minds.

Getting off the bed, she put it on, turning around, posing for me. The two tiny pieces of garment hid nothing and I had Dolly Aunty’s body on full display. I could clearly see her hard perky nipples pressing through the top and her bottom created a perfect camel toe.

I was hard again, just watching her in almost nothing, showing yet hiding the most beautiful parts of her body in the flimsiest of garments possible and started stroking my hardness. 

“Something tells me you like what you see,” she teased staring at my raging erection. “Want me to take it off now?”

“No,” I said, I want to take it off your body. “Come here.” she complied, getting back in bed. 

Untying the top, I pulled one gorgeous breast out and wrapped my mouth around her hard nipple, sucking hungrily.

My hand started rubbing her pussy over her panties

Twenty minutes later, the bra was discarded, both her nipples had been thoroughly sucked and pinched, and her panties were completely drenched with her wetness.

Moving down her body, I started eating her over the sopping wet panties before moving the panties aside and taking her pussy in my mouth.

Eventually, the panties came off too and over the next half hour, I kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of Dolly Aunty from forehead to toes and back up, spending a generous amount of time on her pussy, ass hole and boobs.

“God aunty,” I said letting go of her pussy, “I could eat you all day, but someone wants to spit inside you.”

“I want him in me too Sailesh, and his seed making me a baby.”

Spooning her, I entered her from behind and was immediately drilling her pussy hard and deep.

“God yes!!!” Dolly Aunty groaned with pleasure, “harder Sailesh, harder.”

“I love the way your pussy wraps around me aunty.” I moaned into her neck, pounding her tight pussy hard and deep.

As I drilled her, my dock slamming her pussy furiously, her body was rocked with another orgasm a few minutes later. I kept fucking her making her orgasm last longer.

Once it had passed, I made her get on her knees, entered her from behind, and continued pounding her hard and fast.

“Harder Sailesh….harder…harder…oh yesssssssssss” she groaned and moaned as I drilled her like a piston, slamming all the way into her, my balls slamming against her with every thrust.

After ten minutes of pounding, she succumbed to yet another shattering orgasm, screaming, shaking and vibrating uncontrollably around my shaft.

Her pussy once again, gripping and pulling on my cock, driving me crazy. Just as her orgasm seemed to be passing, I stiffened, drove as deep into her as I could and erupted.

That seemed to drive her over the edge again. Not sure if it was yet another orgasm or a new wave of the one she was just coming out of, but she trembled again, milking my cock with her pussy, draining it of every last drop of my cum.

I kept moving inside her even as I started going limp and she was hit by yet another massive orgasm that seemed to last and last, her pussy kept contracting around my cock, milking it and soon it was hard again.

Fifteen minutes and three more of Dolly Aunty’s orgasms later, I shot my third load of cum inside her pussy.

“Three loads, and two of them back to back — just wow!” Dolly Aunty croaked between gasps for breath once we were both spent and I collapsed on top of her, panting, “your uncle could never get it up after he came once.”

“Four, I corrected, including the wasted one…and I would love to to give you even more,” I gasped, “if you can get it hard again.”

“You want to do it again?” she was genuinely shocked, “aren’t you tired?

“Nope,” I replied feeding her my limp cock to suck to hardness.

We fucked throughout the night, taking breaks only to recharge and take bathroom breaks.

She kept erupting in orgasm after squirting orgasm. I drank as much of her cum as I could, but many of her orgasms came while my cock was drilling her pussy hard.

Along the way, I creamed her pussy two more times.

I couldn’t have enough of her and she — and her pussy — certainly was hungry for my sperm.

By dawn, we were both completely spent and exhausted having lost count of how many orgasms she had.

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It’s morning now, and her naked sweat-drenched body is glowing in the early morning rays as they kiss her body. She has a blissful look of contentment on her face and her chest is still heaving from exhaustion and pure erotic pleasure.

“Do you think you got your birthday wish?” I asked her.

“Maybe,” she said turning her beautiful, flushed face my way and looking me in the eyes, her fingers caressing the tip of my cock lovingly.

“Just maybe?” I asked.

“One can’t be sure till the tests come out positive,” she replied, a naughty look coming over her face…”you have to keep trying till then. But I certainly had the best sex of my life for sure. Thank you for that.”

“And thank you for making my dreams come true. And if we have to keep trying, I can try again now if you are up to it,” I replied, going hard in her hand.

“You think you can cum as many times as you did it last night.” she asked.

“At least,” I said, hungry to fuck my Dolly Aunty, “probably more.”

“Well,” she said, “uncle had promised me a week of sex, why don’t you take a month, or however long it takes him to return home?”

“Sure!” I said excited at the prospect of fucking her everyday for a month or more, “I have more than six month’s leave remaining.”

“I hope you don’t have to fuck me for six months before I get pregnant.”

“I would be offended by that if I didn’t know how badly you want a baby.”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, “you are wonderful and your beautiful monster cock is welcome ‘to spit’ in pussy me as you put it, as many times as it wants to, whenever uncle is out of town, even after the baby, I promise.”

“Ok,” I said, “I will hold you to that promise because I want more of the most delicious pussy juice I have ever tasted.”

She blushed at that and said, “Ok baba, you can also eat my pussy to as many orgasms as you want ok?”

“What about your milk when the baby is born?” I asked caressing a nipple. “can I drink that too?”

“My GOD!” she said rolling her eyes and throwing her hands in the air, “you can drink my milk too naughty boy, but, back to getting pregnant.”

“Yes,” I said, “that’s the main goal.”

“Yes, and for that to happen, I want to fill my pussy with as much sperm as possible,” she said, “if you can take time off, then I’d like you to fuck me as many times as you can through the day and night. Of course we will need breaks for bathroom and food, but other than that, my pussy — and the rest of my body too — is all yours to eat, fuck and fill with your sperm. Fuck me as much as you want to, but I don’t want you wasting any of your sperm. I want every single load inside my pussy. Think you can do that?” she asked.

“At your service beautiful,” I said kissing her, “I want your pussy to feed me at least as much as my cock feeds it, deal?”

“Deal,” she said grinning.

I silently hoped that work took uncle on long out of town trips every month, for many years to come.

Turning her over on her belly, I got on top of her and entered her from behind. As I started moving in and out of her pussy, and whispered in her ears, “whatever it takes to give you your birthday wish, right Dolly Aunty?”

“Of course, and I want as much of your hot, thick ‘whatever’ as your beautiful monster can spit out, deep inside me, again and again, all day and all night,” she said turning around and winking at me as I started moving faster and faster inside my favorite aunt’s pussy, “but please…aunty mat kaho na…”

CONTINUED…

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