The Insatiable Barkha Aunty

Hi, all ISS fans. Ronak here, and I’m back to continue narrating my visit to Mumbai with Barkha Aunty.

After having a heavy dose of sex after breakfast, we slept. When I woke up, it was around 1.30 in the afternoon. I didn’t find Barkha Aunty at my side. I assumed that she would have returned to her room. I freshened up and dressed up for lunch.

I was checking my phone for any missed texts when the doorbell rang. I found Barkha Aunty at the door. All dressed up, standing at the door. She looked gorgeous, wearing very light makeup. We went downstairs for lunch. The food was good. I was hungry due to the sexercise I had gone through before lunch.

I found Barkha Aunty looking at me between her talks with the ladies’ group. Whenever she caught my eye, she would make some sexually suggestive gesture or smile seductively. After lunch, we went back to our respective rooms. Functions were supposed to start in the evening around 5.00 pm.

I woke up to the sound of the ringing doorbell. It was Barkha Aunty, as expected. She asked me to go to her room to help her in dressing. I sent her back, saying I would join her in 10 minutes. I freshened up and entered Barkha Aunty’s room.

All her dresses and accessories were lying on her bed. She was standing in front of the dressing mirror. She had put on a yellow lehenga with a heavy embroidery work of green and magenta colours at the bottom. Her hair was kept loose and fell just below her shoulder.

“Don’t just stand there. Come here and help me,” she said. I went closer and stood behind her. She had put on a backless magenta-coloured blouse with nothing to cover her back except two strings. One at the top around the neck and the second around the middle of her back.

“Wow! Aunty, you are looking so hot,” I said, resting my chin on her shoulder and putting my arms around her. “Call me Barkha when we are alone, ok?” she said, gently tapping my cheeks. “Ok, Barkha ” saying this, I removed the fabric of her blouse from her shoulder and planted a wet kiss.

“Many guys are going to shag tonight dreaming of you,” I said. I slid my hands upwards and tried to insert them under her blouse. She held them back with her hands and said, “Not now, baba, we will get late.”

“You are simply irresistible, Barkha,” I pushed my pelvis into her ass, making her feel the hardness of my cock on her ass. Her grip on my hand loosened, and a moan escaped her mouth. I raised her lehenga above her waist and inserted my left hand between her thighs.

I started rubbing the crotch of her panties while I licked the nape of her neck. My hand climbed up, entered her blouse and grabbed her tit. Her boob fitted nicely against my palm. I could feel dampness building up in her panties. She threw her head back and leaned back on me.

Her hand moved between us, and she grabbed my cock over my shorts. I inserted my hand in her panties and two fingers inside her pussy. I started moving them in and out. In no time, juices started flowing through her twat, drenching my fingers.

I pulled out my fingers and brought them up to her nose. She inhaled the strong aroma of her juices deeply. “See how eagerly your pussy is waiting for my cock!” I whispered in her ears. “Yes, Ronak. Ram my pussy with your cock right now. You have ignited my lust, which had died long back.”

I kept mauling her breasts one by one and then made her lean forward. I pulled down my shorts. My fully erect cock sprang out. She immediately grabbed it and started stroking it up and down. Meanwhile, I pulled down her panties to the floor. Then she held my cock and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.

I hardly faced any resistance this time. The coupling was well lubricated due to my pre cum and her pussy juices. “Aahhh, fuck.” She moaned. I left her breasts and held her by the waist with both hands. I started moving my hips, grinding my cock inside her pussy.

In a minute or so, I built up a good tempo and started fucking her hard. ‘Thap,thap’ sound of her ass hitting my crotch filled the room. I was in no mood to delay my orgasm as we were short on time. I kept banging her faster and faster and, in no time, felt her pussy lips squeezing my cock.

She was nearing her orgasm. “Oh god, I’m cumming,” she grunted. More juices flowed out of her pussy. I mercilessly kept fucking her. I could feel my ball tighten. Then I felt another massive orgasm as my cock exploded inside her pussy and filled it again with my cum. We stood there panting for a minute.

Then we quickly regained our composure, and she started dressing up again. I tied the strings of her blouse at the back and moved back to my room to change.

‘Haldi’ and ‘Mahendi’ rituals were supposed to be performed that day. Nothing much there for the boys except ogling at the bhabhis and aunties. So I went out to roam around with a few of the other cousins. We went to a bar, had some beers and chilled there for a few hours. We returned by dinner time.

I looked around for Barkha Aunty and found her among a group of ladies giggling. Her face was shining bright. Maybe it was a combined effect of our evening quickie and some song and dance routine she might have participated in during the rituals.

At night all the male cousins had gathered in one of the rooms for a game of cards. Beep! A message tone came from my phone. “Where are you?” a message from Barkha read. “In room no. 311,” I said. “What for?” She asked. “Anjali wanted to catch up with me,” I replied, with a winking Smiley.

She sent back an angry, red-faced Smiley. “Just kidding. The boys have gathered for a game of cards.” I texted her back. “A better game is waiting for you.” She wrote back, followed by her mirror selfie. She looked hot in that one-piece white cotton nighty which ended around 6 inches above her knees.

Her hard nipples were poking out, stretching the fabric of her nighty. It was evident that she hadn’t put on anything beneath the nighty. “Let’s take a break tonight. We still have 2 days and one night at our disposal.” I replied. She went quiet for some time.

“Ok,” her reply came after 5 minutes, followed by a depressed Smiley. “Love you, hottie,” I replied, followed by a kissing Smiley. “Good night,” came her message. “Good night. Wet dreams,” I replied, followed by a winking Smiley.

We played till 4 in the morning. Then I went to my room and slept. At 8 am, my phone rang. It was Barkah Aunty, as expected. “Get up, you idiot. Sun is up.” She said. “Oh dear, let me sleep for a while. Slept very late,” I responded. “Breakfast is ready. I’m going downstairs,” She said.

“How about having a lollipop for a starter before breakfast?” I replied and followed it with a winking Smiley. The doorbell rang immediately. I opened the door, and she came in. She was in a skirt and a loose cotton shirt. She hadn’t bathed yet, it seemed. I closed the door behind me.

She pushed me to the door as soon as I turned, and we got engaged in a wild kiss. She wasted no time and inserted her hand inside my shorts, grabbing my cock. I grabbed her ass with one hand going inside her skirt while opening the buttons of her shirt with the other.

We moved to the bed, and she pushed me on my back. She stroked my rock-hard cock fervently while fucking my mouth with hers. I was kneading her ass roughly with my left hand and pressing her boobs with my right. She broke the kiss and moved back. She looked like a hungry tigress.

She removed my shorts and looked greedily at my cock standing upright, saluting her aggressive manoeuvring. She bent down and straight away took my cock in her mouth. No licking, no teasing today. Only hardcore action. I lay there groaning, enjoying the sensation of her tongue and lips on my cock.

I could feel the orgasm building up in my loins. She just kept increasing her speed of sucking. Stimulating my senses by moving her around my groin area proved too much for me. Despite discharging my cum 4 times in the last 36 hours, she made me cum in 5 minutes flat.

She gulped down my cum till the last drop had finished coming out of my cock. She stood up and adjusted her dress. “Nice lollipop,” She said and left the room. “Sleep tight. Rest well. You need it,” She said while closing the door behind her.

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