Hello, I am Arnav from Gujarat.
I have been reading sex stories here over the years, but never thought of posting them. But now I am ready to share a few incidents that happened in my life.
So it’s the next part of my story about how I fucked my neighbour Aunty. It’s the story of how I Fucked my neighbour’s Aunty at the marriage function. It’s one of my sex encounters with Dipika Aunty, but it’s an interesting one, so I am sharing this.
I have already mentioned her stats, but let me mention them again. She is right now 35 years old (when this sex encounter happened, she was 33, which means 2 years ago). She is a housewife, and she has two kids (son and daughter, aged 9 and 6 years respectively). She has fair, white skin tone, and her height is 5ft4in.
One important thing, I am so sorry that last time I forgot to mention her figure, her figure is 32C 34 37 (which shows breast, waist, and ass measurements). She is sexy, isn’t she? I know my male readers probably got bulged or erected, am I right, guys? I can understand. This figure is really awesome.
I am Arnav. I am right now 21 years old (when this sex encounter happened, I was 19, 2 years ago). I am 6ft taller, and studying in my final year right now. Not really necessary to mention, but let me mention, my dick size is 6.5 inches.
There is a marriage function in the society where I live. So, everybody who lives in society was invited to the marriage function. So, everybody was at the function while I was in college, yeah, I didn’t bunk that day because I had only 2 lectures, so I went to college.
After completing 2 lectures that day, I came home and then put on the clothes according to the function. I was bored that day, so I didn’t go to the marriage function immediately. I sat on the sofa at my home and started scrolling for a while.
When I was returning to home, I saw Dipika Aunty sitting in the function with my mom and a few other neighbour aunties. She was wearing a backless blouse with a deep red colour and a circular pattern. It had short sleeves, with a deep back cut, tied with a dori (string).
A dark navy-blue saree with a golden pattern on it, and she was in low make-up with dark purple lipstick. She was looking angelic to me. While scrolling, I was thinking about her, so I got a bulge and thought about her with me in that attire on the bed. I know I was being selfish or mean, but what can I even do?
I went to her house (of course, it was locked) and then I called her. But she didn’t pick up. Then I again called her more than 2 to 3 times, but she didn’t pick up my calls. Maybe because she was sitting with others. So, I sent a message to her.
Me: Hey!
Dipika Aunty: Hey, sorry for not picking up your phone calls. Why are you calling me?
Me: Deepu Aunty (well, I don’t call her Deepu Aunty, I call her Deepu kaki, “kaki” means Aunty. We refer to Aunty as “kaki” in Gujarati). I am at your home. Waiting at the door.
Dipika Aunty: But Arnav, I am at a marriage function, why are you at my home?
Me: You are looking gorgeous. I saw you when I was returning from college.
Dipika Aunty: Oh, Arnav, thank you. But why are you at my home?
Me: Actually, I am very bored today. Can you please come home? I want to spend some time with you.
Dipika Aunty: Are you mad? No no. I am not coming, okay.
Me: Please, Aunty, come on.
Dipika Aunty: No.
Me: Aunty, please, please. Please come to your home. I am waiting. And everybody is there, no one here, we will be alone.
Dipika Aunty: Arnav, you are being so naughty nowadays. What do I do with you? But how am I going to come from here? They’re going to ask me where I’m going.
Me: Aah, Aunty, no problem. Tell them that you have a phone call, one of the most reliable and convenient excuses.
And then I waited around 4-5 minutes, and she came. I was looking at her. Her cleavage, what I say about that, is perfect.
Dipika Aunty: What are you looking at? Arnav, you are being so naughty.
Me: Umm, sorry, Aunty, about that. By the way, someone asked you where you are going?
Dipika Aunty: Yes, your mom asked me where I am going. So I told her that I am having a phone call, and then I left the mandap and just came here.
When she mentioned my mom asked her, I was just a little quiet and said,
Me: Oh, okay.
Then she unlocked the door, and we went into the house and then her bedroom. We sat on the bed next to each other. I initiated and kissed her lips with dark purple lipstick. She didn’t pull away from me, but after breaking a kiss, she said.
Dipika Aunty: Be careful, Arnav, don’t ruin my make-up, okay. And you improved your kissing. I am impressed.
Then she initiated a kiss, and we kissed each other for a while, and then we lay on the bed and cuddled each other. I pressed her breast over her Saree and blouse. I wanted to remove her saree and blouse, but that day we had to go to the function as well.
Everyone knows it’s so time-consuming to get dressed again. Then we continued our little foreplay for a while. I pulled up her saree and petticoat, and she was wearing brown panties. I removed them with my mouth, and that amused her, and she looked at me.
Dipika Aunty: You are really being so naughty.
Me: Yes, I am, and you made me like this, Aunty.
And then I kissed her again. Then I take off my pants and underwear and pull out my dick. Then I spread and lift her legs, take position between her legs, and place my dick on her pussy, rubbing it on her pussy.
Then I looked at her face, like she was waiting for me to go inside her, and then, without wasting much time, as she said, I gently penetrated inside her pussy at a slow pace and then started moving. Her soft moans left out, which made me more turned on.
Me: Aunty, are you feeling warm and tight inside?
Dipika Aunty: (her soft moans) Arnav, go like that.
Then I kept it like that and fuck her for about 2 minutes, and then I increased my speed of moving, as she was also turned on.
Dipika Aunty: Aah, yes. Arnav. Don’t stop.
I fuck her like that with little more increased speed, little thrust and strokes. And then after 3-4 minutes, I was closer.
Me: Deepu Aunty. fuck. I am coming. I am coming, Aunty.
Dipika Aunty: Yes, Arnav. Fill me. Come for me.
Then, after a few strokes, I came inside her pussy, filling her pussy with my sperm. Ad then fell beside her.
Dipika Aunty: Oh, Arnav, you always make me horny. What do I do to you?
Me: You are amazing, Aunty. Really.
I kissed her and cuddled her. And stay like that. After 5 minutes, she got up and adjusted her saree and blouse, and then adjusted her little make-up and wore her dark purple lipstick again. I was in bed, I also wore my pants and underwear again and cleaned my face, which was carrying her lipstick marks.
Then we came out of her house. And then I said to her,
Me: Thank you, Aunty, thank you so much for coming.
Dipika Aunty: Put your hand on my hair, anything for you, my naughty kid.
Then she went to the function again, and I went to my home first and then went to the marriage function.
There was one more little funny incident that happened that day. When I was at a marriage function, I opened my selfie camera to fix my hair. So while I was doing that, I found out that on my lower neck, her lipstick mark was there. Glad that my shirt covered it, lol. Then I cleaned it.
And this is how this encounter happened at the marriage function. I was still immature at that point as well, but there was just a little improvement because Dipika Aunty told me to do workouts and go to the gym.
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