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Hello, dear readers, this is Namrata, and I am back with the next part of this erotic series. I suggest everyone go through the previous parts of this series to understand and enjoy it completely.
The physical intimacy between Rahul and me has been like a sexual blessing. We both are getting drowned in our sexual relationship all the more. We both love it, and I hope our readers love it too. So without delaying anymore, let’s continue with the story.
I was getting ready in the bedroom, and during that, Rahul was up on the terrace, enjoying some fresh air. After draping my saree, I went up on the terrace, looking for Rahul. We have fixed light bulbs on the terrace to chase away the unwanted darkness.
As soon as I got onto the terrace, I saw Rahul standing at one corner and leaning against the concrete railing. I went up to him and said, “It’s so peaceful over here, isn’t it, Rahul?” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. My breasts were crushed against his lower chest.
My hands were on his back, just wandering casually all around. He replied, “Yes, aunty, it’s extremely soothing. This is why we have been coming here since I was a kid, isn’t it?”
I said, “Not since you were a kid, even before that, my dear. You were not even born till then. Your mom and I have been visiting this place since we were both in high school. We used to have a lot of fun back then.”
Rahul said, “Don’t worry, aunty, you will have a lot of fun even now. Your Rahul will give you so much pleasure that you will keep craving for more and more.” This time I didn’t react surprisingly.
I said, “You have indeed turned shameless.” He laughed out loud, and I joined him in his hearty laughter. He gripped my hips harder and pulled me into a tight embrace. My face was just below his face. I was looking at his face, and he just bent his head a bit and captured my full lips into his mouth.
We kissed gently for a few seconds and broke our kiss. I saw pure desire in his eyes, and I was sure that my eyes, too, reflected the same desire. I smiled shyly and just locked my lips with his. We both kissed with passion, enjoying the warmth of each other’s mouths.
We both were up on the terrace where the wind blew quite generously. Our bodies were enjoying the coolness of the air from the atmosphere. But the heat was being generated from the inside due to our hot and passionate kissing. So much saliva was being out – poured into each other’s mouths.
Rahul and I have always loved kissing each other. We both have always enjoyed our raunchy and hungry making out sessions. In these two to three days, we both have kissed so much that we just lost count of it. We were standing on the open terrace and were going on kissing for several minutes.
Finally, we broke our kiss and were gasping for air. Rahul said, “Aunty, I feel like doing it right here.” Again, my eyes grew surprised, and I said, “What? Rahul, we are here out in the open and don’t forget Rishi is sleeping down there.”
Rahul replied, “Aunty, don’t you think the thrill of getting caught increases the sexual excitement?” I said mockingly, “Oh really, baby? Just get caught for once red-handed and then see its consequences.”
Rahul said with a gentle laugh, “Oh my dear aunty, no need to worry at all. I will never reveal our sexual relationship to anyone, even by mistake, because I cannot take the risk of losing you. I love you, aunty.”
This kid always causes my heart to flutter with joy. He loves me, and I know it as I have always been like a second mother to him. He has been saying that he loves me since he was a child. But now, his love for me has become more special.
Now he has become a young man. He has already taken me to bed and has fucked me insanely till I was almost about to fall unconscious out of pleasure. Rahul has made me feel like a real woman and a desirable woman. He is my boy, and I was not going to disappoint him.
There is a small room on the terrace, which we use for keeping some gardening equipment. I grabbed Rahul’s hand and took him into that room. Now even if Rishi comes to the terrace, we both will come to know about that as the staircase is almost attached to that small terrace room wall.
Everything was randomly scattered all over the room, ranging from small to large equipment. The moment we stepped into the room, we mashed our lips against each other. We were kissing as if we had gone mad with lust and sexual desire.
Rahul was groping my entire body. His desperate hands were killing me with pleasure. There was an old washing machine lying in the corner of the room. It was placed close to the wall. Rahul took me to the washing machine and made me sit on it.
He hurriedly lifted my saree and just pulled the gusset of my red panty aside. He lowered his head and licked my pussy a few times. He inhaled my pussy aroma once and stood straight. He undid his shorts and slid his underwear down. He placed his hard pulsating cock on my pussy hole.
He looked me in the eye and shoved his cock into my burning pussy. A loud gasp escaped my lips. Rahul was slowly pushing his cock in and out of my wet pussy. We both were feeling the heat that was being radiated from our genitals. He then pulled his cock out and rubbed his cock head on my pussy slit.
My pussy was extremely wet, and cock head being rubbed on my pussy lips was producing wet sloppy sounds. Rahul then, suddenly, plunged his cock into my pussy, and started fucking me. He fucked me at a medium pace in the start but soon increased the pace.
The old washing machine was shaking now. I grabbed Rahul’s shoulder for support, and there was a wall at my back. Rahul was now banging my pussy hard. His cock was penetrating deep into my vagina. I was sometimes hugging Rahul and sometimes leaning back against the wall.
And all this while, this 22-year-old kid was ploughing the pussy of this 53-year-old woman’s cunt. My body was brutally shaking from head to toe. I had hooked my legs around Rahul’s thighs, pulling him more into me. I always try not to hurt him by digging my fingernails on his back while being fucked.
But the intense pleasure makes me do this every time he fucks me hard. He was still wearing his t-shirt. I hoped it would have restricted him from receiving my fingernail marks on his back. I was doing my best to control my moans. I had to suppress my moans, which resulted in low pitched animalistic growls.
Rahul was groaning too. He was gritting his teeth and was fucking me like a sex maniac. We both were just completely lost in that passion-filled lustful moment. We both used to kiss each other hungrily and fuck all the more with desperate lust.
Along with the hungry kissing, I was licking and sucking Rahul’s lips, mouth, and entire chin area. Half of his face was glistening with my saliva and also from the sweat. I was nearing my orgasm, and I knew it would be intense. I cried out of pleasure.
I lustfully whispered to Rahul that I was going to cum. He started giving me powerful thrusts, and I was grinding my pussy shamelessly onto his cock. I could only take a few more thrusts, and then I blasted in an orgasm. My entire body was shaking and shivering. I was hugging Rahul very hard.
I was clinging to him. He, too, hugged me back hard. We both were breathing as if we were asthmatic. It took us both several minutes to get our breathing normally. I cupped his face in my hands and said, “I have no idea how to thank you for what you gave me.”
He replied, “A loving kiss would be enough to thank me.” I smiled and said, “My lips belong to you, silly. Take it now.” We kissed lovingly for a while. After breaking the kiss, I said, “I think you came hard, isn’t it? I felt your sperm hit my vaginal walls powerfully.”
Rahul said, “Yes, I indeed came very hard. You too came hard, didn’t you?” I replied, “The shivering and shaking of my body told the whole story, I think so.” We both smiled at each other.
I said, “I dressed for you in this beautiful saree. And you brought me here in this untidy room and fucked me on this old, dusted washing machine?” He replied, “Oh really? If I am not wrong, I think you were the one who took my hand and dragged me into this room.”
I said, “Yes, I agree that I dragged you here. But you were the one who aroused me to do so. You only said na, that you want to fuck me here.” He replied, “I wanted to do it in the open. But you got me here inside these four walls.” I said, “Where are your manners, young man? You are arguing with an old woman.”
He replied, “So where are your manners, my dear old woman? You just got fucked by a young man.” I shyly hid my face on his shoulders and hugged him. Then I told him that we should get back to our room before Rishi got suspicious. We both corrected our clothes and got back to our bedroom.
I asked Rahul for a glass of water. He got it for me from the kitchen. We both went to the bathroom together and got ourselves clean. My red panty was completely soaked from both our sexual juices. I had to slip my pants off and hang them on the same hook, where one of my wet panties was already hanging.
We both got out of the bathroom. Because I was completely exhausted both from the journey and from the hot fuck on the terrace. I told Rahul to hug me and sleep. He just looked at me lovingly and gently stripped me naked. He removed my saree, blouse, dress, and bra with a lot of ease and care.
He then carried me to the bed, and he got on top of me. He covered both of us with a thin blanket and said, “Aunty, don’t do anything. Just lay still, and relax.” His cock was rock hard, which he inserted into my pussy, but didn’t fuck me. He buried his hard cock deep into my vagina and just laid still.
He kept kissing my lips softly and told me to fall asleep. All I remember during that is. I fell deep asleep with his cock buried deep inside me. He planted hundreds of soft and wet goodnight kisses on my lips before sending me into one of the most peaceful sleep of my life.
I hope you enjoyed this part of my story. I will soon be back with the next part. Emails are welcome at [email protected]. See you again, guys, bye.
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