Hello, Markos here. Today, I am going to recount an experience that, in hindsight, I deeply regret. I was doing my engineering in Delhi, staying with my uncle and aunt, as my father lives in Mumbai. My aunt, Pooja, was a 35-year-old woman with a curvaceous figure, large breasts, and a great ass. She was a devoted wife to my uncle, and they had no children. I was 23 at the time.
One day, my uncle had to leave for our village for a week, leaving Pooja and me alone. I saw this as an opportunity to act on my growing attraction towards her. I started dropping subtle hints, making her feel uncomfortable. One evening, I made my move.
“Pooja aunty,” I said, “I am 23 and still a virgin. I am struggling with my confidence and can’t even approach anyone. Would you… would you help me? Just once?” She was shocked and initially refused, but later that night, she came to my room.
“Just a blowjob,” she said, “And not a word to my husband.”
I agreed to her terms, but as Pooja knelt before me, her large breasts heaving with nervousness, I knew I wouldn’t stop at just a blowjob. I wanted more, and I was determined to take it.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around my erection. I was already hard, and her touch sent a jolt through me. She started to stroke me, her grip tentative at first, then gaining confidence.
“Just a blowjob,” she reminded me, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my hands finding their way to her hair, fingers tangling in her dark locks. She leaned in, her breath warm on my cock. She started by kissing the tip, her lips soft and tentative. I let out a low moan, encouraging her.
She opened her mouth wider, taking the head of my cock inside. Her tongue swirled around, exploring the sensitive underside. I guided her head gently, pushing her to take more of me. She obliged, her lips stretching to accommodate my thickness.
Pooja started to move, her head bobbing up and down as she took me deeper with each stroke. She wasn’t an expert, her movements were hesitant, but the fact that it was her, my aunt, sucking my cock, made it incredible.
She used her hand to stroke the part of my cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her other hand cupped my balls, gently squeezing and rolling them. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm approaching.
“Pooja,” I gasped, “I’m going to cum.”
She didn’t pull back. Instead, she took me deeper, her nose pressing against my abdomen. I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair as I came. I felt my hot seed filling her mouth, but she didn’t swallow. She pulled back, my cock slipping out of her mouth, and spat my cum onto the floor.
Before she could say anything, I was pulling her up, spinning her around, and pressing her against me. I reached around, my hands finding her large breasts. I started to fondle them, my fingers pinching and rolling her hard nipples. She was wearing a nightgown, and I could feel her wetness through the thin fabric.
My fingers found their way under the hem of her nightgown, pushing past her panties to find her wet folds. She gasped, her body tensing as I inserted one finger, then two, inside her. I started to move my fingers, fucking her with them, my thumb rubbing circles on her clit.
She came quickly, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm. But as soon as she came down, reality seemed to set in. She pushed me away, her eyes filled with anger and betrayal.
“I’m going to tell your uncle,” she said, her voice shaking. “This is wrong, Markos. We can’t do this.”
With that, she stormed out of my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my still-hard cock. I knew I had crossed a line, but I also knew I wasn’t done with her yet.
The next day, I found Pooja in the kitchen, washing dishes. I slipped in behind her, closing the door softly. She stiffened, sensing my presence, but didn’t turn around. I pressed my body against hers, my erection evident against her ass.
“You’re the reason for this, Pooja,” I whispered, my hands reaching around to cup her breasts through her nightgown. “You came to me last night, remember? You gave me a taste, and now I want more.”
She tried to squirm away, but I held her in place, my hands moving down to her hips, grinding my cock against her. “Markos, stop,” she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.
I spun her around, pushing her against the counter. My mouth crashed onto hers, my tongue forcing its way in. She struggled for a moment, then gave in, her body melting against mine. I hoisted her up, carrying her to my room.
I threw her onto my bed, and she bounced, her nightgown riding up to reveal her thighs. I stood over her, unbuckling my pants, letting them drop to the floor. My cock sprang free, hard and ready.
“I want you, Pooja,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “But you said no to my cock. So, how about here?” I reached behind her, squeezing her ass cheek. “I promise it’ll feel good.”
She bit her lip, looking uncertain. “But… but that’s so dirty,” she whispered.
I shrugged. “It’s just another hole, Pooja. And it’s not like I’m asking for your pussy.”
After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. “Okay, but just this once.”
I grinned, climbing onto the bed. I grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her large breasts spilling out. I dove down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her back arching.
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Meanwhile, my hand snaked down, pushing her panties aside to find her wet pussy. I fingered her, my thumb rubbing her clit, while I sucked her nipples. She moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand.
Once she was wet enough, I lubed up my fingers, pushing one into her asshole. She tensed, then relaxed as I started to move it in and out. I added more lube, then a second finger, stretching her. She moaned louder, her body moving with my fingers.
I pulled my fingers out, replacing them with my tongue. I licked her asshole, tasting the lube and her skin. She gasped, her body bucking at the unexpected sensation. I held her hips, keeping her in place, my tongue delving deeper.
Once she was relaxed, I sat back on my heels, lubing up my cock. I grabbed her hips, positioning myself at her asshole. I pushed in, feeling her tight ring of muscle stretch to accommodate me. She moaned, her hands fisting the sheets.
I started to move, my hips thrusting forward, pushing more of my cock into her ass. It was tight, her asshole gripping me like a vice. I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips as I started to fuck her.
I moved slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling. But soon, I was pounding into her, my cock slamming in and out of her ass. She moaned louder, her body moving with mine, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I thrust harder, my cock swelling inside her. I came with a groan, my hot seed filling her ass. I kept thrusting, emptying myself inside her.
I pulled out, my cock glistening with lube and cum. I grabbed Pooja’s hair, pulling her towards me. “Clean me up,” I ordered, pushing my cock into her mouth.
She hesitated, then started to lick and suck, cleaning my cock. I groaned, my hands tightening in her hair as I started to move my hips, fucking her mouth. She gagged, but I didn’t stop, my cock hitting the back of her throat.
When I came again, I pulled out, cumming on her face. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and desire. I grinned, wiping my cum off her cheek with my thumb, then pushing it into her mouth.
“You’re a natural, Pooja,” I said, my voice filled with satisfaction. “And this is just the beginning.”
Over the next few days, I fucked her ass everywhere – in the living room, the kitchen, even while she was cooking. On the last night before my uncle’s return, we had anal sex until morning.
When my uncle left for a business trip, I knew it was only a matter of time before Pooja would come to me. She was addicted to the pleasure I gave her, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist for long.
Sure enough, three days into my uncle’s trip, Pooja knocked on my door late at night. I opened it, feigning surprise. “Pooja Aunty, what are you doing up so late?” I asked, my voice laced with innocence.
She blushed, looking down at her hands. “I… I was just wondering why you haven’t… you know, since your uncle left,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smirked, stepping aside to let her in. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, Pooja,” I said, closing the door behind her.
I walked over to my closet, pulling out a tight, black swimsuit. “I bought this for you, Pooja,” I said, holding it up. “I want you to wear it for me.”
She looked at the swimsuit, then back at me, her eyes wide. “But… but it’s so revealing,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.
“I know,” I replied, my voice low. “And that’s exactly why I want you to wear it.”
She hesitated for a moment, then took the swimsuit from me and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, she looked incredible. The swimsuit hugged her curves, her large breasts spilling out of the top. The bottom was barely a thong, leaving little to the imagination.
I whistled, my cock hardening at the sight of her. “Now, come here, Pooja,” I said, patting the bed next to me. “I want you to give me something I’ve never had before.”
She looked at me, confusion in her eyes. “What do you mean?”
I grinned, turning around and presenting my ass to her. “I want you to lick my ass, Pooja. I want you to give me a rimjob.”
She gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “Markos, no! That’s… that’s disgusting,” she said, her face turning red.
I turned back to face her, my expression serious. “Pooja, we’ve done so many things together. This is just one more. And I promise, you’ll enjoy it too.”
She hesitated, then nodded, her eyes filled with determination. She kneeled behind me, her small hands gripping my ass cheeks. She leaned in, her tongue tentatively licking my asshole.
I groaned, my cock throbbing at the sensation. “That’s it, Pooja,” I encouraged, pushing my ass back against her face. “Lick it good.”
She started to lick and suck, her tongue delving into my asshole. I moaned, my hands fisting the sheets as she worked me over. She was a fast learner, her tongue moving in and out, her lips sucking and kissing my asshole.
After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled away, turning to face her. “That was amazing, Pooja,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “But now, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your pussy.”
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with hunger. “Yes, Markos,” she whispered. “I want that too.”
I helped her out of the swimsuit, then pushed her back onto the bed. I spread her legs, my eyes widening at the sight of her clean-shaven pussy. “You did this for me, didn’t you, Pooja?” I asked, running a finger along her smooth folds.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing. “Yes, Markos. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to cum inside me.”
I groaned, my cock throbbing at her words. I leaned down, my tongue delving into her pussy. She moaned, her hips moving against my face as I licked and sucked her. I pushed two fingers into her, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She came with a cry, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm.
I sat back on my heels, my cock hard and ready. “I’m going to fuck you now, Pooja,” I said, my voice filled with desire. “I’m going to fuck you in every position I can think of, and I’m going to cum inside you every time.”
She nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation. I started with missionary, pushing my cock into her tight pussy. She moaned, her legs wrapping around me as I started to move. I fucked her slowly at first, then increased my pace, my cock slamming in and out of her.
I flipped her over, pushing her onto her hands and knees. I entered her from behind, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I grabbed her hips, pounding into her as she moaned and pushed back against me. Then I pulled out, flipping her onto her back again. I pushed her legs up and back, entering her in the prone bone position. I thrust into her, my cock hitting her G-spot with each stroke. She moaned louder, her body tensing as she came again.
I pulled out, flipping her onto her hands and knees again. I entered her from behind, fucking her hard and fast. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I groaned, my cock swelling inside her as I came, filling her pussy with my hot seed. Again, I pulled out, my cock glistening with our combined juices. I pushed her onto her back, my mouth finding her pussy. I licked and sucked, cleaning her up. Then, I started to fuck her mouth, my cock slamming in and out of her throat.
I came again, pulling out to cum on her face. She moaned, her tongue darting out to lick my cum off her lips. I grinned, my cock already hardening again.
“I’m not done with you yet, Pooja,” I said, my voice filled with satisfaction. “I’m going to fill you up six times tonight. And by the time I’m done, you’ll be my personal fuck doll, my cum slut.”
She moaned, her body already ready for more. And so, I set to work, fucking her in every position I could think of, cumming inside her six times that night. By the time I was done, she was a panting, sweaty mess, her body covered in my cum. And I knew, as I held her in my arms, that she was truly mine now. My personal fuck doll, my cum slut, my aunt.
From that day forward, Pooja and I fell into a comfortable rhythm, our relationship evolving into something deeper and more meaningful. We both realized that we had genuine feelings for each other, and we chose to explore this connection, despite the circumstances.
We started communicating openly about our desires and boundaries. Pooja, initially shy and hesitant, bloomed under my attention. She started experimenting with her sexuality, trying out different lingerie, toys, and even ways to express her fantasies. I, in turn, was more than happy to accommodate her desires, always ensuring her comfort and pleasure were my top priorities.
When my uncle was home, we were discreet, but we found ways to be intimate. Sometimes, it was a stolen kiss in the hallway, a quick grope in the laundry room, or a lingering look that promised more. Other times, we’d find excuses to spend time alone together, like helping each other with chores or studying together.
But our favorite times were when my uncle was out of town. We’d turn our shared secret into a celebration, exploring each other’s bodies, trying out new things, and indulging in our fantasies. We’d cook meals together, set the mood with candles and soft music, and then spend hours lost in each other’s arms.
Pooja was an enthusiastic participant, always ready to try something new. She loved it when I took control, guiding her through new experiences, and she wasn’t afraid to initiate her own ideas. We’d spend hours talking about our fantasies, our desires, and our fears, always ensuring that we were both comfortable and on the same page.
One night, she surprised me by wearing a sexy nurse outfit and performing a seductive striptease. Another time, I dressed up as a firefighter, and she played the damsel in distress. We laughed, we played, and we made love, always ensuring that our pleasure was mutual and our connection deepened.
We started going on discreet dates, meeting in nearby parks, cafes, or even rented hotel rooms. We’d hold hands, kiss, and talk about everything and nothing. These dates helped us build a real connection, one that went beyond the physical.
Pooja started referring to me as her boyfriend, and I didn’t mind. It felt right, even if we couldn’t be open about it. We both knew that our relationship was complicated, that it could never be conventional, but we chose to embrace it, to cherish the moments we had together.
And yes, we had a lot of sex. Lots of it. And it was always amazing. We’d try out new positions, use toys, experiment with BDSM elements, and always, always, make sure we both came multiple times.
But it was more than just sex. It was the way she’d look at me, her eyes filled with love and desire. It was the way she’d hold me after we made love, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. It was the way we’d talk about our dreams, our fears, our hopes, and our plans for the future.
Because even though we knew our relationship was unconventional, even though we knew it could never be openly acknowledged, we also knew that we had something real, something special. And we chose to cherish it, to nurture it, and to make the most of the time we had together.
So no, this isn’t a story of conquest or deceit. It’s a story of two consenting adults who found love and pleasure in each other’s arms, who chose to explore their desires together, and who built a deep, meaningful connection despite the odds. It’s a story of love, passion, and mutual respect. And it’s a story that we both cherish, even if it can never be shared with the world.