Quickie With Aunty – Part 2

As I was able to see the open kitchen, I saw the maid entering the kitchen. Both Asha Aunty and the maid were talking animatedly. I saw the young maid on the verge of tears. Holding the girl’s hand, Asha Aunty brought her to the hall and they both stood in front of me.

Asha Aunty: Are you still hard, Rajesh?

Myself: Yes, Aunty. But why are you asking?

Asha Aunty: My goodness, you didn’t lose your erection even after the maid caught us red-handed.

Myself: What to do, Aunty? It’s in the genes.

Asha Aunty: Is your dad also like this? I should have sex with your dad sometime.

Myself: Why my Dad, Aunty. His son is available for you anytime.

Asha Aunty: Shut up and listen. Nafisa wants some advance so that her husband can go to his hometown in UP to visit his ailing mother. I am giving her 10k to keep her mouth shut. She will suck your cock till you cum. What do you think? Are you ready to get a blowjob from my maid?

Myself: I am ok with that. But isn’t she too young?

Asha Aunty: Duffer, she is 20 and a mother of a child. Now take your cock out and let Nafisa suck you.

Asha Aunty, bending down, whispered, “I can’t take chances with her, Rajesh. She may spill out about us to my husband anytime. I will take some pics and videos too. If she tries to blackmail me later, I will show her the pics and videos to her husband if she reveals mine. Understood Idiot. Now pull your cock out,” Saying she stood up.

I pulled my cock out and looked at Nafisa, who eyed it with suspicion. She was wearing a loose blue kurta and matching leggings. Asha Aunty holding Nafisa’s shoulders pushed her down to the floor in front of me and said, “Suck and make him cum quickly, Nafisa.”

Nafisa, kneeling on the floor, turned her head back and said, “Memsaab, I am afraid. It’s too big. Abdul will kill me if he comes to know about this. Trust me, I won’t say anything about you and this boy to anyone.”

Asha Aunty: Randi, I am not giving you money to keep your mouth shut. But to make my boy happy. Make him cum and take your money. Wait, I will bring the money. I know you won’t suck him till you see the money.

Saying, Asha Aunty went to the room. I took Nafisa’s right hand and placed it on my cock. She looked at me with fearful eyes but gripped my cock at the base tightly. Nafisa leaned a bit, and her loose kurta fell forwards, showing her bosom.

I could see her tits clad in a cheap bra and found them quite a handful. Much bigger than Asha Aunty’s. I couldn’t resist myself. Dipped my both hands inside her loose kurta top and caught her boobs on the bra.

“Please take out your hands, Babuji. Memsaab asked only to suck you. I am doing this only because I respect Memsaab a lot. She has helped me a lot of times, and I want to return the favour,” Nafisa said, pleading.

I pulled my hand out and was about to speak. I saw Asha Aunty coming with a 100 Rs bundle and a mobile in her other hand.

“Is Nafisa sucking you good, Rajesh? Don’t get carried away and do all the nasty things with her like you do with me,” said Asha Aunty and looking at Nafisa, she continued,” Here is your money Nafisa. Treat my boy nicely.”

“She is not allowing me to touch her tits. She is just holding my cock and staring at it like it’s going to bite her,” I complained.

Asha Aunty gave the money to Nafisa. She said, “Is it? I know you have bigger ones than mine, come on, show my nephew your tits Nafisa.”

Nafisa’s eyes lit up seeing the bundle. Took it and kept it on the side table. Moving her small hand on my cock in a jerking motion, she said, “As you say, Memsaab. Can I make him cum by hand? I don’t like sucking.”

“No way. You have to suck his cock and make him cum. Why don’t you suck Abdul’s daily,” Asha Aunty said angrily.

Nafisa looking at the throbbing cock in her hand, she said trembling,” I will try Memsaab.”

“First, stop calling me Memsaab. Call me Aunty, like Rajesh. Remove your top. Let my boy see your tits, Nafisa,” Asha Aunty said, standing behind Nafisa.

Knowing that she had to bare her tits, Nafisa took her hand off my cock, holding the bottom of her kurta, pulled it over her head and removed it. Her bra-clad tits were exposed, and she was much fairer under her dress. She was wearing a cheap cotton bra.

The cup size was too small for her boobies. The bra cup was able to conceal her nipples and a little bit of flesh around it. 60% of her tits flesh was trying to pop out of the bra cup edges. I saw her nipples poking out of the cheap bra material. I saw Asha Aunty bending and unhooking the bra.

Nafisa’s boobs popped out, and what a sight it was. They were bigger than I had imagined. They were round and much fuller without much sag. Wider brownish areola and long nipples. They looked very soft and tender, unlike my Aunt’s, which was taut.

As I was enjoying the view, Nafisa covered her tits with her left arm, and her right hand held my cock again.

“Why are you hiding them, Nafisa? Take out your hand, and let Rajesh touch and feel your tits. He came to me after seeing his Madam’s tits and begged me to relieve him. He was about to cum, and you saw us. So now you have to relieve him. Come on, hurry up, my husband will be coming any time,” Asha Aunty egged the cold Nafisa.

Nafisa reluctantly moved her arm away from her chest, gripped my cock at the base tightly and looked at me shyly. I dumbly stared at the gorgeous boobs. I had seen many tits, old and young both. Old women had saggy tits, while young girls had small ones. But Nafisa’s were mixture of both, big ones with no sag.

“Are you going to stare at her tits all day, Rajesh?” Asha Aunty said and sat behind Nafisa.

My hands moved down and cupped her boobs in my palms. I found them to be soft but yet firm when I gave a gentle squeeze. Nafisa moaned and said, “Slowly, Babuji.”

“Slowly, my foot,” Asha Aunty said and gripped the maid’s boobs at the base and pressed them hard. To our surprise, milk flowed out from her nipple pores like a fountain and fell on my thighs. It was multiple jets of milk oozing out from her nipples and making my thighs wet.

“Aree baba. Are you still breastfeeding your child, Nafisa,” Asha Aunty asked.

“Yes, Memsaab. Please stop pressing, I need to feed the baby in the evening,” Nafisa said with a shy tone.

“Ok, now suck my baby’s cock,” Asha Aunty said and pressed Nafisa’s tits harder, pointing the nipples towards my face. Milk fell on my face, and some landed on my lips, and I licked it. I found it to be tasteless, unlike the cow’s milk.

“How is the taste? Do you want to suck her tits for milk Rajesh,” Asha Aunty asked me with a naughty tone.

“I don’t mind, but first, ask her to suck my cock. She is just holding and staring at it,” I said.

Asha Aunty took one tit and, holding the back of Nafisa’s head, pushed her head down so that her mouth was close to my cockhead. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely. Nafisa took her tongue out and licked the tip of my cock, tasting my cum.

There was no expression on her face, and she licked my cockhead thoroughly, taking all the cum in her mouth.

“Did you like the taste, Nafisa?” Asha Aunty asked.

Nafisa stopped licking and said, “It’s salty but not bad Memsaab.”

“Then take it in the mouth,” Asha Aunty scolded her.

Nafisa brought her mouth down and took my cockhead between her lips. She held my cock firmly just below the head so that Aunty doesn’t shove my cock down her throat. Clever girl, I thought. Her boobs were resting on my knees, giving me a wonderful cushion.

She increased the pressure on the head, putting pressure through her lips. Her tongue was swirling all over the head, licking off the pre-cum. It was dripping profusely. Placing both my hands on her ears, I fondled her earlobes with my thumb, and my remaining fingers caressed her hair.

Nafisa rolled her eyes up to look at me. I saw a mischievous look in her brown eyes. Getting bold by seeing her actions, lifting my ass off the sofa, I pushed my cock in her mouth. She was startled as half of my cock was in her mouth. Nafisa tried to pull my cock out from her mouth but couldn’t as I held her head firmly.

Nafisa looked at me with pleading eyes. I said, “Suck the whole length, not just the head. 10K is a lot of money. I want my full 8 inches in your mouth, or else my 8-inch cock will be down in you. I mean in your pussy. I will fuck your pussy till I cum and fill it up. The choice is yours.”

I saw Asha Aunty smiling when I was threatening her maid. I saw Nafisa’s right hand moving up, holding my balls in her small hand. She stared at me, threatening to squeeze them. I was afraid and knew that she meant business.

Placing my hand on her forehead, I pushed her back. My cock popped out from her mouth which was wet with her saliva. Nafisa fell back on Asha Aunty with her back, pushing Aunty to the floor. Both the ladies were lying on the floor.

Asha Aunty’s hands were under Nafisa’s armpits and were clutching Nafisa’s big breasts for support. Nafisa’s kurta had ridden up her flat tummy, revealing the stretch marks. I could see the panty lines through the thin leggings material. To my surprise, I saw a wet spot on her crotch.

Knowing the maid was horny like me, I got up from the sofa and stood near both the ladies’ legs. Bending down, I held Nafisa’s leggings waistband and tried to pull it down.

“No, I will suck your lund as you say, Babuji. I will take it full in my mouth and suck you till you cum. Please, not my choot. Only my husband has taken me, and no one else. I want to be faithful to my husband. Please,” Nafisa was saying but there was a hint of laughter.

I pulled her leggings down her thighs, revealing her fair-coloured toned thighs. Nafisa was still wriggling her legs, but I pulled the leggings from her feet as Asha Aunty had clamped her legs over her maid’s legs to stop her struggling. I stared at Nafisa’s cheap cotton panties, which were damp at the crotch.

“She is wet, Aunty,” I said, kneeling and placing my right palm over her mound. My middle finger dipped in her slit, making her panty stick on her wet pussy lips. Nafisa moaned when my fingertip dipped in her hole along with her panty. My finger got wet with her juices.

“Is it true, Nafisa,” Asha Aunty asked her maid.

“What Memsaab?” Nafisa said shyly, acting innocent.

Asha Aunty twisting Nafisa’s both nipple’s with her fingers, said, “Don’t pretend bitch. I know you are fucking the Nepali watchman. Doesn’t Abdul fuck you properly? I have seen your husband going to that watchman’s home when he is on duty. If you are horny, allow my boy to fuck you. Trust me, you will like it. I won’t force you to. But you have to suck him till he comes. Sucking or fucking.”

Nafisa was silent for a few seconds. Taking the opportunity, I pulled her panty down her legs and threw it. To my surprise, Nafisa had lifted her ass while I was removing her panty. I saw abundant pubic hair covering her crotch, and it looked like a mini forest down there.

I dipped my middle finger in her hole, which went in smoothly, and I found it to be warm and wet.

“Aah, slowly, babu,” Nafisa said and turning back at Asha Aunty, she said, “Memsaab, ask him to do it slowly.”

“So you are ready to get fucked by my boy,” Asha Aunty asked.

“Yes, he can,” Nafisa said. When I inserted another finger in her, she squirmed and said, “Please, babu, remove your fingers and…”

“And what bitch. Say that you want his cock in your pussy and not in the mouth,” Said Asha Aunty clamped her legs over her maid’s thighs and spread them wide. Nafisa’s pussy lips opened up like petals in spite of abundant forest hairs showing her pink inners.

I got on top of her aligning my face to hers and my cock brushing her crotch, trying to locate the door to heaven. I sensed a soft hand gripping my cock at the base and rubbing the mushroom head all over the hairy pussy. Nafisa was staring at me.

I was wondering whose hand was holding my cock, Aunt’s or Nafisa’s. I was trying to push my cock in but was hitting the wrong places. I was desperate to enter her warm tunnel but not able to. The hand holding my cock was not giving the correct directions.

I saw Nafisa’s hand moving down and held my cock over the other hand. So it was my naughty Aunty trying to help me to penetrate her maid. Nafisa looked at me and gave me a nod indicating me to enter her. Wasting no time, I pushed my hips down, and the cockhead plunged in her spreading her lips wide.

Nafisa was clutching her teeth as my cock penetrated her. I found her pussy tight despite being a mother of a child. I looked down at her, asking for her permission to dive more in her and she nodded.

I pushed more in her, and half of my cock was embedded in her tight wet warm tunnel. Both the hands were off my cock as I entered Nafisa.

“How is her cunt, Rajesh?” Asha asked me.

“My goodness, she is damn tight, Aunty,” I said, pumping more in Nafisa.

“Better than your Aunt’s worn-out pussy boy,” Asha Aunty said, winking at me.

“No way, Aunty. You are totally different from her.”

I pushed the remaining in Nafisa till her forest hairs met mine, and the head hit her cervix. Nafisa screamed.

“Look how she is howling just for penetrating her. I don’t think she will withstand 10 minutes of my pounding. I can fuck you for an hour, and you still ask for more,” Saying, I took my face down past Nafisa and kissed Aunty on her lips.

Asha Aunty pushing me off her lips, she said, “You can take my used pussy anytime, now concentrate on the fresh pussy which is waiting to be pounded, my boy.”

I don’t know what came over Nafisa. She began kissing all over my face like a puppy. Wetting me with her saliva, Nafisa pressed her lips on mine and sucked my bottom lip like candy. I knew she was anxious to get fucked but was not expressing openly.

So I got ready, raising my hips, pulling my cock out of her tight confines till the head and plunged back in Nafisa using all my strength. “Aah, dheerse karo, Bhaiyya. Mera choot pat jayega aise chodege tho. Aaramse karo na Bhaiyya,” (Do it slowly, my pussy will tear.)

Nafisa was howling in Hindi, urging me to go slow on her while I rammed her pussy mercilessly. My cock was fully lubricated as she had creamed again, wetting it. I kept on pounding Nafisa. Not even bothering that Asha Aunty was under us and bearing both our weights.

So I shifted my hands from Nafisa’s shoulders and placed them on the floor, taking the weight of my Aunt. Now my cock was moving in and out of Nafisa’s moist pussy smoothly like a well-oiled piston as she had cummed twice. Nafisa was trembling like a leaf in the wind as I hammered her.

After five minutes of fucking, Nafisa showed no signs of tiredness. I pulled my cock out and looked at her for her reaction.

“Kya hua Bhaiyya. Achhi lagi kya mera choot. Paad do mera choot ko Bhaiyya,” (What happened? Dis you like my pussy? Tear it apart.) Nafisa said, trying to lift her hips to take my cock back in her.

“Stop calling me Bhai. Now, turn around. I want to take you from back. You have lovely buttocks. I want to feel them while I fuck you,” I said. Nafisa tried to get off Asha. But I flipped her around, making her lie flat on Asha Aunty. Nafisa’s big breasts were crushed on Asha Aunty’s flat chest.

I pushed Nafisa’s kurta on her back which was covering her big ass. Holding the bottom of Asha Aunty’s saree, I moved the saree and petticoat upwards. I had to struggle a bit as Nafisa’s legs were a hindrance. But somehow, I bared Asha Aunty’s pussy and legs.

“What are you doing, Rajesh?” Asha Aunty nervously.

“Just lie down, Aunty. I have never seen two pussies so close to each other. I have two wonderful pussies to fuck now,” I said, getting on top of Nafisa and my cock nudging her big ass cheeks.

“Don’t even think of fucking me now. I know you won’t stop soon. Your Uncle may come anytime now. Take Nafisa to the guest room and have her as you like. Not now, please. You can have me leisurely tomorrow as I promised,” Asha Aunty was pleading with me.

I pushed Nafisa’s ass a bit up so I could have access to Asha Aunty’s pussy. Holding my cock, aiming the head at my Aunt’s opening, I gave a gentle push. My cock went into my Aunt’s pussy smoothly like a knife in butter. I found her pussy still wet, maybe because of seeing her maid mating with me.

Asha Aunty gave a loud yelp while I went deep into her. Hitting me on my cheeks, she said, “It’s impossible to control you bastard. Oh fuck, fuck me, mother fucker. Are you going to cum in me or this bitch?”

Moving my cock in and out of my Aunt’s moist pussy, I said, “I don’t know Aunty. Whichever pussy my cock is in at that time, I will shoot.”

I saw Asha Aunty hugging Nafisa’s neck, and their lips were dangerously close. I wondered if my Aunty was going to kiss her maid on the lips, and she did. She lip locked and kissed her maid furiously pulling Nafisa’s head closer. I banged my Aunt while she was busy kissing Nafisa.

I fucked Asha Aunty for a few minutes and saw Nafisa’s unturned ass inviting me to fuck. Pulling my cock from Aunt’s pussy, I dived into Nafisa’s pussy, making her body jump at the sudden invasion of my cock in her body. I plunged deep into her till her soft big ass was touching my abdomen.

Nafisa’s moans were muffled by Asha Aunty, who was busy kissing her. Placing my hands on Nafisa’s hips for support, I started to plough in her from the back. I saw Nafisa’s buttocks jiggling while I went deep in her. I felt her soft ass cheeks and my balls banging the top of her pussy.

I should thank Asha Aunty for providing me with Nafisa to fuck. She had a lovely ass, gorgeous milky breasts and a warm tight pussy. I fucked Nafisa for ten minutes and took it with her stride, not even complaining once. She was sweating a lot like me and we both were soaked with sweat.

Then we heard the car horn from outside, and I knew it was Asha Aunty’s husband. But I kept on fucking Nafisa as I wanted to cum. Asha Aunty heard the car horn and, pushing Nafisa back, got off under her. Nafisa fell flat on the floor, and I kept on fucking her, holding her hips up.

“Stop. Take her to the upstairs room and do whatever you want with her. Now please get up and go inside. I beg you, Rajesh,” Asha Aunty said, straightening her saree and petticoat. She picked up my clothes and Nafisa’s and gave them to Nafisa along with the money which was on the centre table.

Continued in the next part.

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