Fucking A Sexy Beggar Aunty

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Hi readers, I’m Sarfaraz Khan, back with another story of mine. About me, I’m a 23-year-old male from a South Indian city. Those who haven’t read my previous stories are missing a lot of fun. I don’t believe in forcing or brutal sex. It should always be consensual and willing.

So coming straight to the story, I was 20 back then, freshly passed from college, and missing the girls I had fun with in college. Masturbating every other day and night was the only way. I would watch the pics clicked of my old lovers (read fuckers) and shag countless times.

My dick’s condition got even worse during monsoon as you know the emotions and heat it brings into your dick and body. It was one such rainy night this incident happened.

My parents had left me alone as they usually do to visit some relatives in a far city. I was as usual shagging like hell. The privacy and loneliness prompted me to shag even more than before, almost limping my cock somedays.

It was one rainy evening, almost 7 pm. I was sitting in the living room watching a sex soap and getting good warmth inside in the cold climate. That’s when I heard a knock at my gate. I watched from the window beside my main door. It was a beggar lady. She was partially drenched in the light rain.

She wanted to get some shelter. As all my nearby houses are located deep inside the compound boundary, she may have chosen my house. I felt pity and sympathy and rushed to open the gate. She was looking around 40 years old, mature woman, not dusky not fair, the typical Indian complexion.

She was wearing a simple saree and blouse, which was not totally drenched. But there was no neck-chain, some old glass bangles, a bindi on the forehead, and a nose ring. She didn’t look that shabby at all and looked more like a housemaid. She requested to stand in the portico of my house until the rain stops.

I agreed and went inside, closing the main door. After some time, the rain began pounding more. So I thought about how she must be feeling. Without a second thought, I opened the door and invited her inside. She readily came in as if expecting it. I asked if she felt cold and needed some more clothes.

She nodded as if thanking for it. I got a shawl from the hanger and gave it to her. She was sitting on the floor while I quickly changed the channel. Thankfully no vulgar scenes were there till I went in to get the shawl. I continued acting like watching the TV.

She dried herself with her own saree pallu and wrapped the shawl around her. I wanted her to leave soon but couldn’t ask. After 10 minutes, she asked if she could get some food as she had eaten at noon. I readily agreed and got a snack from the fridge.

She was still sitting down. I asked her to sit on the adjacent chair. She was now sitting diagonal to me, and for the first time, I saw her fully. Her face was very pretty, the typical desi look. She would beat any high-class ugly lady who puts only artificial whiteners and stuff on the face.

As I told, she didn’t look shabby at all. I started a conversation now. I learned she was actually employed as a maid in a house. After work, she collects some alms from a nearby temple. Today while going back, she got stuck, and the rain was more in severity than usual.

She also told me about her family. Her drunkard husband left her after she didn’t give her a male child, and she alone supports her 2 daughters who study in a government school. I appreciated her determination as she nibbled the snack slowly.

I told about myself and that I’m currently alone in the house, not sharing much personal info. By that time, she finished the snack and asked me the kitchen to clean her hands. I showed her the way. While walking, it seemed she intentionally swayed her ass more to gain attention.

I didn’t expect this as I couldn’t help but watch her fleshy milf hips swaying in perfect unison. She didn’t turn even a bit back (not lying, she actually did this). I tried to figure out what that meant until she came out of the kitchen. She thanked me again for that.

Then while trying to sit down, I don’t know how her saree pallu slipped, giving me a shocking view of her ultra heavy melons right in front of me. My throat was dry, and my cock was tingling, and my heart racing. This time I looked directly in her eyes, and her eyes ‘caught’ me watching her treasures.

She passed a naughty smile. So what did that mean?

In the next minute, she was standing pallu-less right in front of me and asked,“Saheb, karna hai to kuch tho karlijiye.” I was desperate with my aching cock. I got up and pulled her to me, crushing her boobs as she stood motionless. I now pulled her face and kissed her while grabbing handfuls of her ass.

My goodness, what a fleshy and muscular ass that was. While I hugged her tightly, I could feel her heavy boobs crushing on my chest. They were definitely not lesser than 36 and a D cup, I guessed – what a perfect milf material she was.

Now I took her to my bedroom and threw her on the bed while undressing myself. First, my shirt and then lowered my pajamas. She was watching me carefully lying there with her boobs jutting out of the blouse. I jumped on her like a tiger.

I started pressing her milk tankers while I licked her from the neck, upper chest, face, and lips. She was getting hot every minute. The heavy rain outside was working magic inside our bodies. Now I ripped open her blouse and no bra, a bonus.

Wow! What a perfect pair of boobs she had. I have no perfect word to describe. Shaped like a dome and topped with nipples almost half an inch long and erect, with areolas as big as my mouth can cover. I grabbed them like a rickshaw horn and started mauling like hell.

She began getting hotter and hotter by my actions. I would take the entire nipple and areola inside my mouth. I chewed hard the erect portion like chewing gum. My teeth marks were visible on her boobs, such was my sucking. I now began sucking her nipples like a baby.

She held my mouth sealed tight to her boobs, helping me more. She began going down now. And soon, she pulled down my boxers and released my 7.5-inch circumcised cock out. She looked me up with a look saying, ‘Enjoy my show now,’ and began taking it inside her mouth.

Ufff! What a superb sucker she was. Her wonderful mouth worked like a tight vacuum seal around my cock. I controlled very hard not to cum. She took my circumcised cock to her deepest parts of the throat, choking sometimes and removing out.

But not quitting and again going from the start. I was totally erect now and wanted my cock to the place it was waiting for. Now I pushed her on her back and removed the remaining saree. Lifting her petticoat, I spread out her heavy, fleshy thighs apart till I found her bush.

It was covered in jet black hair. I hadn’t seen such a hairy pussy before. She might not have shaved (also fucked) for ages. I separated her thick brown pussy lips till I found her hole. I climbed on top to place my waiting dick on her entrance and gave a sudden push. Half of it entered.

She let a loud “Ahhhhh.” I again gave a push and successfully penetrated and now began moving in and out of her hot pussy. Her pussy and the bodily aroma was driving me crazy as I banged her like a slut. My knees were hitting her thighs and her ass globes while my balls were tickled by her bush.

Her pussy walls were so well engulfing my circumcised cock as if they’re gonna milk out everything from it. Soon I began hitting her with maximum force as I could feel my orgasm nearing. I wanted to ejaculate inside, no matter what happens later.

So without warning, separating her legs as wide as they went, I reached my orgasm with a loud yell. I collapsed on her heavy body while my cock spurted thick whitish cum inside her hairy pussy. My cock wanted more, and so did her pussy. In no time, I again regained my erection with her help.

Now I changed her position to the doggy style, my favorite. I began entering her from the back while she bent like a bitch in front of me. Her pussy took my assault. I pounded her mercilessly while my balls and knees were buried in her ass flesh with every stroke.

I held her open hair from behind as I again felt nearing an orgasm. With maximum thap thap sounds, I felt my balls brewing out yet again a huge amount of cum deposited in her hot pussy. I collapsed on her back.

After some time, we got up. Her hair was messed up, petticoat deranged, face satisfied she dressed. I got a 500 rupee note from my pocket and placed it in her blouse between her melons. She was smiling at her skills. She left as it was almost 9 pm.

The skies bit clear now and rain ending with tip tip tip sounds. That was my unique sort of experience.

So girls and guys hope you enjoyed reading it. Genuine girls or ladies of any age who need any kind of help related to sex can mail me. Also, you can send me your suggestions, comments, and your own experiences. Love you all.

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