Previous Part: Sweaty Sex – Part 14
How are you, my people? What’s up? This is Rahul once again, with the next part of this series. I reside in the city of Sambalpur, in the state of Odisha. I am glad that I am able to present the next part sooner than expected. Time never stops for anyone, right, guys?
No matter who we are, what we do, we are bound to tune our lives with the strings of time. So, without any further delay, let’s dive straight into the sea of immense pleasure.
The bed started creaking and shaking brutally by now. Who knows, it may break and collapse on the floor, too. But neither I cared, nor aunty did. We both were so drowned into each other that the only thing we cared about was our animalistic fucking. I was fucking her too damn hard now.
I really fail to figure out often what she actually does to me. She always awakens a sexual beast in me, as if she is aware of the beast residing in me for a long time. And the beast has only one intention: to fuck this sexy woman as hard as possible, as long as possible.
I was really humping her as if I won’t get the chance to fuck her again. The pleasure I was getting can never be put into words. The kind of expressions I saw on her face only fuelled my lust and desire all the more. She was bucking her hips forcefully against mine in order to derive as much pleasure as possible.
Our bed was super strong. It was a heavy piece of creative work. I don’t think the carpenter would have ever wondered that his creative piece of art would have to go through this level of pressure. Her heavy breasts were bouncing uncontrollably.
Women look so sexy when their breasts shake in this way while being mercilessly fucked. Even if I had tried to suck her nipples, I would have failed. They were shaking too much. So in between, I used to break our kiss, and bury my face into her breasts, and munch on her soft flesh. She used to groan and moan sexily.
Then again, she used to pull my head by my hair, and mash her open mouth against mine. Fuck, we men need this kind of woman. Both our groin areas were wet and sticky with her pussy juices. I was feeling so sexy that I didn’t want to stop at all.
I wanted to keep fucking her forever. But nearly half an hour had passed since I started fucking her.
I was really close to cumming. And I think she sensed it. Her wet, sloppy kisses were making me cry out of pleasure. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into an orgasm. Spurt after spurt just flew out of my cock, hitting her vaginal walls wherever possible. She already had an orgasm while I was fucking her, and this was her second.
We didn’t stop grinding our lower bodies against each other until we calmed down from that mind-numbing orgasm. We both were out of breath, struggling even to utter a single word. Our genitals and our lower bodies were a complete mess of sexual fluids.
Oh gosh, it always feels so sexy. I love this. I guess this is the reward you get when you have an incredible fucking session with the one you want. The sexual storm passed, and everything fell deep into the well of silence. Finally, the only sound we were able to hear was our gentle breathing.
She looked at me, I looked at her, and we couldn’t stop laughing a bit. I said to her…
Rahul – So, what were you saying half an hour ago? As far as I remember, it was something like, Will I be able to go for the third round, right? (I said in a playful, mocking way)
Aunty – Oh, just shut up, you little rascal. You were just lucky, that’s all. (She was teasing me back)
Rahul – Oh really? No applause for the guy who gave you a hat-trick fuck? So sad. (I said while making a fake disappointed face)
Her eyes almost bulged out of her eye sockets, and she was struggling to find the right words to reply. Finally, being unable to do so, out of shyness, she hid her face into my chest. I just laughed. After a few seconds, she looked at me and said…
Aunty – You have really become shameless. What was that hat-trick fuck thing, huh? (She was trying her best to hide a smile while saying that)
Rahul – Oh my dear aunty, you are so innocent. The hat-trick thing is not just for field games. They are also for some naughty bed games. Oh, come on, aunty, I thought you were better than that. (I did my very best to tease her)
I think she was either about to die out of shyness, or bang her head against a wall. She was unable to figure out what she was going to do with me. So she pushed my face away playfully, turned to her right side and lay still. I turned her towards me, and again, I was on top of her.
Rahul – Hey, you cannot just turn your face away from a winner. I want my trophy. (I just continued my teasing)
Aunty – What trophy, you smart ass. (I saw her hidden smile clearly reflected on her face)
Rahul – I am a hat-trick scorer. I want my trophy.
Aunty – What do you want? (I was wondering why she was trying so hard to hide her smile when I could see it clearly)
Rahul – My trophy would be a nice kiss from the woman who got me so aroused that I couldn’t stop myself from going for that hat-trick fuck)
She started hitting my shoulder and tried to push me away playfully. Her sexy, hidden smile never left her face. I put my body weight on her a bit more and looked straight into her eyes.
Rahul – I can see your hidden smile all clear. So why don’t you show some courage and give me what I deserve? (Now I was the one who was masking a smile on the surface of my lips)
Aunty – You call yourself a man, and don’t even know what a real man does. A real man takes what he wants. Now, why don’t you show some courage and take what you want from me? (Man, the way she looked at me and said this, my cock started twitching)
I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, and just locked my lips with hers. We just kissed, and kissed, and kept on kissing. Our kissing was so synchronised that it seemed like we had rehearsed it before locking our lips together. We were both licking, sucking, and playfully biting each other’s lips.
All of a sudden, she was trying to turn me over. I allowed her, and now I was lying back down, and she was on top. She broke the kiss and told me to open my mouth. This gorgeous woman so hypnotised me that without uttering a single word, I obliged. But I had a strong hint regarding what was going to happen.
And yes, I was right. She collected her spit in her mouth, and looking deep into my eyes, dropped her spit into my mouth. Without breaking eye contact, I savoured her saliva and just swallowed it. She started licking my lips playfully. She was licking my lips and sucking on my tongue. She kept spitting into my mouth and kissing me deep and hard.
She also kept licking my face all over. I really want to confess one thing here. There was a time when I thought this to be very filthy and disgusting. But now, when I experienced it, I am just loving every moment of it. My only surprise was that I never expected this from a woman who is old enough to be my mother. Man, life is full of surprises.
After continuing this super fetish erotic kind of kissing for half an hour, she finally had some mercy on me. My face was completely messy with her saliva. I might have swallowed many millilitres of her saliva down my throat, I think so. I know it’s a bit strange to believe, but I enjoyed a hell of a lot of it.
Finally, we couldn’t wait any longer to wash ourselves. We were both drenched in sweat from head to toe. Our genitals were already messed up with our sexual fluids. So it was really time for some washing and cleaning. Aunty said Let’s take a quick shower together. I agreed because we both knew we needed it.
We did our best to control ourselves while showering. We almost succeeded, but ended up with some kissing and fondling. We got out of the shower, and the first thing we did was to change the bedsheet. It was smelling of just one thing, pure sex.
We had a look at the clock, and it said 11:30 AM. Outside, it was still raining. We started looking for our clothes to get dressed. I picked up her purple panties that she was wearing before. All soaked in her sexy juices, completely drenched. I waved her panties with my fingers in front of her and said…
Rahul – I don’t think you will be able to wear it right now. It’s not in a wearable condition right now, you know. (I said playfully)
She found my underwear lying on the ground. She picked up my briefs and threw them at me forcefully.
Aunty – Your little fucker, who told you to put the entire panty into my pussy. It’s in that condition just because of you. (She mockingly said to me, but her sexiness was still visible.)
Rahul – Yeah, I know. Even just the gusset part of a woman’s panties smells so sexy when they are wet. I wonder how a woman’s panties might smell when the entire panty is wet. (I smiled wickedly, and she immediately knew exactly what I meant)
Aunty – No, Rahul, just stop. Don’t even think of doing it.
She came running to me and tried to snatch her panties out of my hand. I raised my hand and was waving her panties in the air. I am much taller than she, so there was no chance for her to grab it back.
She was getting frustrated, and I was enjoying all the more.
All of a sudden, I turned her around and hugged her from behind. I nestled my semi-erect cock between her thighs, just touching her pussy lips from behind. I cupped her right breast with my left hand and kissed her right shoulder. I gave a peck on her right neck and then bit her neck playfully.
She moaned softly and leaned back more into my chest. I brought her wet panties in front of her face and waved them teasingly. I then brought her panties to my nose and inhaled sharply. Fuck, the odour was mind-boggling. I kept sniffing her wet panties, kissing her neck and shoulders, and fondling her right breast.
I am so eager to continue my people, but due to the shortage of time, I will have to stop right now. I will soon be back with the concluding part. You can email me at [email protected]. Thank you, my people, see you soon.