PG Aunty

Myself Nihaal. My PG aunty, Manni aunty, used to tease me as I was the only tenant in their house. When I happened to meet her on the pretext of breakfast, lunch, dinner or something else, we used to interact and her maid, Billo, or sometimes Pammi aunty from next-door would also join the chat. Often Manni aunty would initiate the conversation and uncle would be away at their food stall. And her two daughters, Soni and Simi, would be in their respective rooms either checking their phones or sleeping. I myself would be either working in my room or go in the evening to a local coaching centre to give classes. Till noon, Manni aunty would be in kitchen mostly along with her maid cum helper preparing dishes for their eatery or for home delivery. Aunty called me Pinki because once I got had some Pinki comics delivered to the PG address and aunty opened the package and saw what's inside. I used to have my breakfast late and skip lunch. One day during breakfast she, like several times before, started discussing my marriage thus:

Manni: Pinki! Shaadi kab karega?

Pinki: Abhi nahi, aunty!

She was fair and average built, standing at 5' 6", a couple of inches shorter than me. Her dark hair, that reached a couple of inches below her neck, was tied into a ponytail. She was wearing yellow salwaar and violet kameez with shiny borders and without dupatta. She usually wore a round neck but that day, she was wearing a V-neck kameez that showed a good amount of cleavage since she had not buttoned it. Hands down, even at the age of 50-55, she was more beautiful than her daughters. With repeated interactions, I developed a crush on her.

Manni: Nahi karni?

Pinki: Kya?

Billo: Bahre ho kya? Shaadi!

Pinki: Abhi soche nahi hai. Baad mein dekhunga.

Manni: Tu bol toh ladki dekhti hoon.

Billo: Ekdum mast. kadak. Bataao Pinki!

Manni: Pinki ke liye Pinki laana hai.

Pinki: Nahi, zaroorat nahi.

Manni: Girlfriend hai?

Pinki: Nahi.

Billo: Ladka sharma raha hai.

Manni: Sharmaao mat, bolo.

Pinki: Nahi hai aunty.

Manni: Main nahi maanti. Koi toh hai.

Pinki: Hoti toh bataa deta.

Billo went away to transport the preparations to the food stall.

Manni: Chalo, Billo gayi, ab bataao.

Pinki: Kya bataau?

Manni: Girlfriend hai?

Pinki: Bataaya toh nahi hai.

Manni: Lund hai?

I was stumped for a moment. I considered saying, "Kya?"

Pinki: Ha hai.

Manni: Kitna bara?

Aunty showed a 3 inch measure.

Pinki: Usse zyaadaa.

Aunty showed a 5 inch measure. Then I showed a 6.5 inch measure.

Aunty: Sach?

Pinki: Haan.

Aunty (in a low voice): Dikhaao.

My dick was already flaccid in her presence. But it was not maximum. I lowered my shorts and displayed my dick.

Aunty: Khada nahi hota?

Pinki: Hota hai.

Aunty: Main kar doon?

She smiled slyly. I thought she meant a handjob. But instead she pulled her kameez lower so as expose more of her cleavage. That instantly stirred me up. She measured it by a spoon but didn't touch it.

Aunty: Sahi hai! Itna bada aur mota? Sardarji (uncle) ka toh itna hai.

She showed a measure of 5 inches.

Aunty: Tel vel malta hai kya? Maalish karta hai?

Pinki: Nahi.

I didn't tell her that I used a penis enhancement pump. Instead, I told her something related to my diet.

Aunty: Suar khaataa hai kya?

Pinki: Nahi.

Aunty: Toh dhher sara anda khaataa hai?

Pinki: Anda toh nahi par mushroom aur seafood zyaada khaate hai.

Aunty: Acchha! Mujhe bhi khilaaoge?

Pinki: Aapko kyo chaahiye?

Aunty: Mujhe bhi bada karna hai.

Pinki: Kya bada karna hai?

Aunty: Chuchchi.

Pinki: Kaafi toh hai.

Aunty: Kaafi nahi hai. Tumhe badi chuchchi pasand nahi?

Pinki: Hai par aap ka size sahi hai.

Aunty: Nahi hai. Preeto ki chuchchi bahut sahi hai. Itne mote mote hai.

Pinki: Preeto?

Soni: Meri bhabhi.

Pinki: Apni bhabhi?

Soni: Haan.

Pinki: Woh kya khaati hai?

Aunty: Pata nahi. Bolti hai terah ki umar mein hi sex kar liya tha. Tabhi se tezi se bade ho gaye.

Pinki: Aapne pahli baar kab kiya tha?

Aunty: Satrah mein.

Pinki: Shaadi se pehle?

Aunty: Haan. Do saal pehle.

Pinki: Tab aapke itne hi bade the?

Aunty: Haan. Isse thoda zyaada tha.

Pinki: Aap maalish nahi karti?

Aunty: Bahut ki thi. Par kuchh khaas faayda nahi hua toh chhod diya.

Pinki: Is age mein kuchh ho sakta hai ki nahi, pata nahi.

Aunty: Kyo? Seafood se chuchchi bade nahi hongi?

Pinki: Try kar sakti hai aap.

Aunty: Toh kab khilaaoge?

Pinki: Aaj hi khilaa dunga.

Aunty: Aaj nahi. Aaj toh suar khaaungi. Tujhe bhi dungi.

Pinki: Mai nahi khaataa.

Aunty: Tu suar nahi khaataa! Kabhi try kiya hai?

Pinki: Nahi.

Aunty: Aaj karna padega. Dekhna kitna tasty hota hai.

Pinki: Nahi Aunty. Please!

Aunty: Tu bas khaa ke dekhna. Tussi tere lund di sau! (Tujhe tere lund ki kasam.)

I was left speechless. I finished my breakfast in the kitchen itself unlike other days when I would have it in my room. Just then her elder daughter — fair, fat and freckled — came and hugged her mom. Simi also greeted her and left for her tuition. Soni was wearing denim shorts and a purple top. She started flirting and grabbing her in various ways. The two giggled oblivious to me when Aunty drew her daughter's attention to the bulge in my pants. At once, Soni bent down and shook her booty at my dick teasing me. Her mom removed Soni's hair clip to let her whip her hair. My cock was fully erect.

Aunty: Hat Soni. Tu halwa kha. Main isko dekhti hu.

Aunty examined my cock and balls and fixed Soni's clip on my cock. Soni chuckled.

Soni: Isko ungli kar!

Aunty started fingering my ass and sucking my balls. I almost came but the firm grip of the clip prevented me. Meanwhile Soni finished her halwa and began fingering my ass and sucking my balls while her mom licked her fingers clean. Aunty then unclipped my cock, grabbed its base with her hand and wrapped her other hand around the shaft. Her tongue started playing over the glans and the tip. She licked my precum. After a while, she removed her right hand from my shaft and slid my dick into her mouth. Soni moved away to watch her mom blow my cock. Aunty was now fingering my ass again with her right hand. Soni fastened her hair with the clip and attended to the cooking. Suddenly, Aunty loosened her hold on my base and I came hard inside her mouth. She gulped all of it. She then milked my cock and drew out the last drop of cum to drink.

Soni: Pinki ki toh pungi baj gayi.

Aunty: Mazaa aayaa?

Pinki: Haan. Ab meri do do girlfriend ho gayi.

Aunty: Soni se shaadi kar le.

Pinki: Uske boyfriend ke rahte?

Aunty: Boyfriend? Soni, tera koi boyfriend hai?

Soni: Nahi.

Pinki: Phone pe kisse flirt karte rahti hai?

Soni: Lucky se.

Aunty: Lucky?

Pinki: Lucky kaun?

Aunty: Mera bhai. Preeto ka pati.

Soni: Chuchchi waali Preeto.

Aunty: Kya bolta hai Lucky?

Soni: Gandi baat. Preeto ki chugli. Meri taang kheenchta rahta hai. Gaaliyaan khaataa hai mujhse.

Aunty: Sex ki baat bhi karta hai?

Soni: Haan. Sunaaun kya?

Aunty: Nahi. Apne paas hi rakh.

Soni: Sunna hai toh bol. Sunaati hoon acche se.

Aunty: Mujhe nahi sunna. Pinki se poochh.

Soni: Pinki bol sunna hai gandi baat?

I couldn't answer as I was eating halwa. But I gave a negative nod.

Aunty: Pinki ko sunna hai.

Soni: Toh sunaati hoon.

Pinki: Mujhe nahi...

Aunty snubbed me lightly.

Aunty: Haan tu sunaa.

Soni was about to begin when Billo appeared. She had brought raw pork pieces from the market.

Aunty: Le aayi suar ka maans?

Billo: Haan aunty.

Aunty: Barhiya hai. Aaj toh Pinki bhi khaayega.

Billo: Tab toh special banega. Mai pakaau Aunty?

Aunty: Nahi, iski saas banaayegi?

Billo: Saas? Iski biwi mil gayi?

Aunty: Haan. Bahut sexy hai.

Billo: Kaun hai Aunty?

Aunty: Soni!

Billo: Yeh?

Aunty: Soni, bataa de Billo ko?

Soni: Shaadi hogi tab banungi. Abhi bani nahi hu.

Billo: Oho Soni! Kamaal hai. Soni sharma rahi hai.

Soni: Mai kyu sharmaau? Sharma toh yeh raha hai.

Pinki: Apni billi marwaani hai?

Soni: Apna murga marwana hai?

Pinki: Abhi maaregi toh bol. Abhi maarni hai?

Soni: Haan, tu khada toh kar. Dekhu teri taiyyari!

My cock was limp from all the sucking just a while ago. Nonetheless, it stood up partially.

Soni: Murga toh murjha gaya hai.

Billo: Mujhe toh lagta hai so raha hai.

Pinki: So nahi raha, soch raha hai.

Soni: Kya soch raha hai?

Pinki: Yehi ki teri billi maaru ya gaand.

Soni: Rahne de. Tera murge mein dum nahi. Tu pehle Billo ki billi maar.

Billo: Kya Soni? Meri hi billi mili?

Aunty: Soni, tu apni billi dikha de. Dekh tab iska murga kaisa tan jaata hai?

Soni: Meri billi dekhe iski saans.

Billo: Toh apni chutad dikha de.

Soni turned back on me and jiggled her ass.

Billo: Aise nahi. Pant utar ke.

Aunty: Soni, maarne de isko billi. Dekh, iska murga khada ho gaya.

Billo: Haan Soni. Yeh toh sach mein khada ho gaya.

Aunty: Ab Soni nahi degi toh Billo de degi.

Billo: Na Aunty. Pinki ka murga toh Soni ki billi ko hi maarega.

Soni: Meri billi toh isko kachcha khaa chaayegi.

Pinki: Lagta hai teri gaand aur billi dono ko maarna padega.

Soni: Aisi ungli karungi na gaand mein ki murga ko ulti ho jaayegi.

Pinki: Ulti hogi toh teri billi chaategi.

Aunty and Billo giggled. Soni threw a kick at my cock. Thankfully, it didn't land on my balls. However, it hit my dick and it hurt.

Aunty: Soni! Laat kyu maarti hai. Sorry bol.

Soni: Sorry bole meri jooti.

Pinki: Teri jooti daalunga tere choot mein aur sorry bolegi teri billi.

Soni: Oye chutiye, tera lund kaat ke tere gaand mein ghusa dungi aur tere gote tere munh mein thhoos dungi.

At this, I bared my fully erect cock before Billo and stroked it.

Aunty: Pinki, ab teri baari.

Billo: Aunty, Pinki ka lund toh bahut hi tagda hai. Isse kaategi toh pachhtaayegi Soni.

Soni: Tujhe chaahiye toh rakh le. Isse achha main Pammi aunty kutte se chudwaau.

Pinki: Jab kutta teri billi maaregi toh mera murga teri gaand maarega.

Aunty: Haay! Sadke jaawaa. Soni nahi toh main zaroor chudwaaungi tujhse.

Billo: Waah Pinki, maan gayi. Aunty! Tum toh badi randi ho.

Pinki: Tabhi toh kudi itni kutti hai.

Soni: Is kutti se bachke rahiyo. Kaategi toh cheer degi.

Billo: Sambhal ke rahiyo Pinki!

Pinki: Is kutti ki billi ke gale mein ghanti toh main hi baandhunga.

Soni: Tu baandh ke toh dekh, tera ghanta nahi bajaaya toh mera naam Soni nahi.

Pinki: Aunty, iske liye doosra naam soch ke rakhna.

Aunty: Accha Pinki.

Billo: Chinki naam sahi rahega Aunty. Pinki ki Chinki.

Aunty: Haan. Chinki.sahi hai. Kyo Soni?

Soni: Chinki hogi tu. Main toh Soni hu, Pammi ke kutte ki Soni.

Billo: Acchi baat hai. Main Pammi Aunty ko bataati hu.

Soni: Billo! Tu bataayi toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga.

Aunty: Acchha, main bataa dungi.

Pammi: Kya bataa degi Manni?

Soni: Lo, shaitaan ko bulaaya aur shaitaan haazir. Manni nahi bataayegi.

Aunty: Kyo nahi bataayegi? Main toh zaroor bataaungi.

Soni: Pinki, tu jaa yahaan se.

Aunty: Pinki, tu ruk.

Pammi: Arey ab bataao bhi.

Aunty: Soni ka byaah pakka ho gaya.

Pammi: Sach? Kis launde se?

Soni: Tere kutte se.

Pammi: Kya?

Aunty: Chup kar! Iska byaah Pinki se hoga.

Pammi: Yeh toh badi soni baat hai. Kyu Soni?

Soni: Main isse shaadi karungi toh ek shart pe.

Pammi: Kaun si shart?

Soni: Yeh mujhe Sorry bolega.

Pinki: Sorry toh ise bolna hai mujhe.

Aunty: Chal, koi nahi. Bol de Pinki, Sorry.

Pinki: Last isne chalaayi mere lund pe, aur Sorry main bolu?

Soni: Laat lagi toh nahi na? Lagti toh bol deti Sorry.

Pinki: Arey waah! Chal, bada lundwala hu, isliye bol diya Sorry.

Aunty, Pammi and Billo giggle.

Soni: Thhik se bol. Lund hila ke bol.

I obeyed. Impressed, Soni started sucking my cock wholeheartedly.

Pammi: Soni toh nihaal ho gayi.

That afternoon when Billo had gone home, and Manni and Simi had gone to the market, Soni was lying on her belly in the sun.