My Kannada flat mate aunty Swetha banged hard – Part 1

Hello, this is Santhosh for you from Bangalore, a bachelor aged 26 in front of you. I am here to confess my experience with a starving woman, a typical Karnataka aunty aged 33 named Swetha (name changed). We shared the same apartment in Bangalore a few years ago. My introduction is like, my height is 5 feet, 8 inches tall, with a medium-built body. The main part is that my pink head tool size is 6 inches tall and 2 inches in girth, which means I can satisfy any woman with it. My skin tone is not too light or dark. I am fair enough.

The heroine of this experience has a round face and a milky complexion. Her chest was big (36), her waist was 32, and her back was a bit huge (38). She would arouse anyone with her assets. Her pussy tone was pink inside, and the outer layer was a bit dark.

Our meeting went very smoothly. We were the only bachelors residing in the apartment for the last 3 months. Our owner rented the house to us and was staying far from his native. He would only call for rent, and he was not at all disturbing us for any reason.

The hot topic in the apartment was our smoking and the jarring noises that we made after boozing. The apartment conducted meetings every three months. I observed from day 10 that when she was staying on the top floor of ours, Swetha never talked to neighbors and went for a jog wearing tight jogging pants with a top covered by a hoodie in the park near her apartment. She sat on the balcony and enjoyed her coffee once in a while. Her husband seemed to be uninterested in her. While going down, she had to pass by my door. Sometimes, she was rarely seen, but eye contact did happen between us. This happened regularly.

Three months passed since the meeting was held, and we were invited to the meeting on behalf of our owner. Our neighbors had a list of complaints. We were standing there and getting scolded by management. With a wink of my eye, I was able to see a lady staring at me for a long time. When I started to look at her, she was taking her sight off. After too much eye contact with a woman, I was thinking she was falling for me. Let me see through it.

Me: What? (asked with my eyes)

Swetha nodded and said nothing.

Again, the Kannada aunty was looking at me. The meeting was about to finish, and the members warned us very strictly that if this behavior continued, they were going to kick us out of the apartment. We accepted the conditions and made sure this would not happen again, but my eyes were searching for Swetha. All were leaving from the meeting, and she was waiting at the corner. I did not dare to speak with her directly.

That moment happened when I started going for a jog in the evening. The first month was a bit bumbling; I was not even taken into consideration. She was confused and sitting on a bench, laughing at seeing me do the exercises. Eye contact was frequent, and taking a step forward, I started to greet her. She responded with a hello.

Days passed like two months, “hello” to small conversations on the park bench. She was getting a bit closer and attached to me, so numbers got exchanged. Just good morning and good night; not many texts.

We used to go jogging, and she used to inform me before going to the park. I used to peek at her waist and back, waving so mesmerizingly. What a back! I felt like fucking her then and there, so big and soft. She was well aware that I was staring at her ass, and she used to wink and take it lightly. She invited me to her home for coffee whenever I spoke about her husband; she used to be silent. The coffee dates continued from five to six times within a month. She was comfortable, but I was not crossing my limits because she must become more comfortable before I can continue. One fine day while sitting on a bench –

Swetha: Why do you look at my ass so much? Is it that good?

Me (in a husky voice, a bit nervous): Yeah, your ass is in great condition.

Swetha: I knew you were up to something. I am already 33. You idiot, respect my age. Answer me frankly: Do I look sexy?

Me: You look too good for our age.

Swetha: Okay, but my husband is dumb and does not even care for me. He is always behind on office work pressure.

Me: It’s so sad to hear. I will not leave a beautiful wife unattended, even for an hour.

Swetha: Actually, I am a bit hesitant to ask. I don’t know how to express that my husband is not good in bed or has feelings for me. I feel so miserable leaving with him.

I consoled her there itself. She left the park and went to her home.

That night, she told me everything. By calling me, we talked almost for four hours. She was weeping a lot and informed me of everything her desires were for having a baby. Slowly, calls were converted into video calls. She was happy now, and without hesitation, she asked me to show my tool. After showing me my tool, she was crazy about it.

We were talking for hours at night and waiting for the right time to have great sex. My Kannada neighbour aunty craved more and more. She used to call me while bathing, showing her beautiful assets.

A week passed, and her husband was planning a four-day business trip. Hearing that, we planned according to that.

The day arrived. He left for the trip in the morning. She took her husband to the parking lot and waved him off while passing through my door. She winked and signaled for me to come to the flat.

I slowly peeked into her flat and went inside. She knew I was inside; she was working in the kitchen, wearing a satin pink nighty. She was not wearing her bra and underwear, as I knew by seeing through her nighty. I held her from behind, kneeled down and lifted her nighty. Her milky white legs and her huge ass welcome me. She had a full-shaved pussy. I opened it with my hands and started to lick her pussy hole using my tongue. As soon as my tongue touched her body, she was shivering. Sitting there and hearing her moan, I was licking her hard. Finally, after 10 long minutes, the Kannada aunty released her cum. I did not waste a drop; I drank every last drop.

I took her to the bedroom undressed, her nighty spread, her legs wide, and a clear look of her pussy. It was awesome! Without wasting much time, I jumped on her and started to smooch her, taking her upper lip and locking it with my lip, sucking her saliva out. She tasted so good that the feeling of eating her out with her full body was so good.

It went on for ten long minutes of smooching, caring for her tongue and lips, and making her happy. I was perling down hard inside her. She started to moan in a slow voice. With one finger rubbing inside, I started to lick outside with my tongue, giving her a good massage and making her leak fast. At first, she was shrouding in pain, but after some time, she enjoyed my piecing and licking simultaneously.

To spice up and to lick long, I asked for chocolate syrup, added it, and started to lick. It tasted good. That day, she had leaked 6 times while licking; it went on for two long hours. I liked her shaved one very much.

During this time, we had a sixty-nine going through, she was fond of my tool, scratched my tool cared my balls very hard, and had a maximum time licking and making it stand hard as a result, juices filled her mouth.

After licking for a long time, my tool stood long and tall, gripping hard. She sat holding my tool and letting it into her mouth. I was feeling so relaxed and started to react to her blows. She was a good sucker. Meanwhile, I caressed her boobs by squeezing hard. Then I took out my dick, and she shouted, “I can’t; please fuck me as hard as you can. I can’t wait any longer, please.”

I held her body and dragged her to the tip of the bed, spread her legs wide, and held my tool in hand. I started to rub on her; she was reacting and craved like hell for that. Initially, the Kannada aunty’s hole was tight, and she had not had sex for two long years. I applied a bit of saliva over her pink head and started to enter her hole. The tip entered, and she was moaning loudly in pain. Applying a bit of pressure, I smooched her and was putting pressure on my tool. It reached deep effortlessly because of her juices. Her tears came out in pain, and I saw the happiness.

I stopped kissing and adjusted my position (missionary position). I held her waist and started to bang her. She was moaning hard, “Fuck me hard, baby, harder.”

I was waiting for this day.

“Yeah, come on harder. After a long time, I felt like a woman. Please bang on me more and more. I am ready for you at any time.”

I held her boobs in both my hands. I was licking her tits hard and banging her hard.

I changed my position after 10 minutes to doggy position. I looked deep into her eyes and started to give her hard back shots. Her ass touching my body created a loud noise. Tempting more and more, I counted them, gave her 48 shots, and shot my cum like a jet spray hard inside my south Indian neighbhour aunty. Seeing her eyes filled with tears and joy, I slept on the bed and held her boobs in my mouth like a baby.

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To be continued.

I could not explain too deeply. In the future, I will definitely explain what exactly happened. I had gone through many unsatisfied housewives in Bangalore. Also, girls, to hear my experiences or to share your thoughts, mail me at [email protected]