Hello everyone, this is Ajay. Thanks for going crazy over the last story. This one is 100% real shit that happened in December 2021, right after the second COVID wave. Still makes my dick twitch every time I think about it.
Heroine is Deepthi (name changed). 45 years old, just got divorced, no kids, staying with her 80-year-old parents in the house next to mine in Bengaluru. Typical Kannada aunty dusky, chubby, soft brown skin, heavy hanging boobs, massive juicy ass that jiggles when she walks.
She had this thick black bush that always used to show from her panties. Completely stopped shaving armpits or anything. That natural sweaty smell she had fuck man, it drove me mad.
I had shifted to Whitefield for the office three days a week. The first few months were boring as hell. Single, horny, no pussy for eight months. Dick was aching nonstop. That’s when I started noticing her.
We used to smile, say hi, and sometimes she’d bring me homemade sabzi in a steel dabba. But real addiction started on the terrace. Every morning around 8, she used to take a bucket of dirty clothes upstairs to soak. Come back around 1 to wash.
One Sunday, I was so fucking horny, I heard her go up and the door close. A dirty idea hit me. I jumped the small wall, heart beating like crazy, and opened the bucket. Three pairs of her used panties and bras are inside. I grabbed the purple cotton one.
Crotch was still warm, with yellow sweat stains, a few pee drops. A thick white discharge patch exactly where her pussy lips had been. The smell hit me hard, salty, musky, pure aunty pussy. My cock became iron in two seconds.
I ran back to my room, locked the door, and spent the next three hours like a dog on that panty. Nose buried in the crotch, licking the dried juice, sucking the cloth. I wrapped it around my dick and jerked off, shooting thick cum all inside. Wiped most of it, left little trace, and quietly put it back.
This became my routine for three months. Every time she left clothes, I’d steal the freshest pair, sniff and lick her sweat and pussy juice like an addict, cum gallons inside, and return them. I wasn’t even thinking about fucking her. Just addicted to her dirty panties and that hairy smell.
Then the Christmas holidays started. Office closed, parents out of town. First day, I did the same – stole a fresh pair, came hard, went to return it. Just as I put the pants back, I heard footsteps running up.
Fuck. I started shouting at the kids playing cricket next door, pretending I was watching. Deepthi came up and froze, seeing me. “Ajay? What are you doing here?” I acted surprised, “Sorry, aunty, just came to see the match. Didn’t take permission.”
She smiled but said, “Next time, use the gate, don’t jump like a monkey.” We talked for one minute, then I made an excuse of a work call and ran. Same night at 8, WhatsApp from her.
Deepthi: Hi!
Me: Hi, Aunty.
Deepthi: Had dinner?
Me: Yeah. You?
Deepthi: Listen… I want to show you something.
She sent a one-time photo of the same purple panties with my dried cum streaks clearly visible. Caption in Kannada: “Enidu?” with angry emoji. My heart stopped.
I replied, “I don’t know. Why are you sending this?”
She blasted me in Kannada for ten minutes, “boli magane”, loafer, police, jail, everything. I was shaking. Begged and said sorry, I will never do it again.
Then she asked, “One question. What exactly did you do with it? Don’t lie.”
I told the truth, “Sniffed it… licked the sweat and white stuff… then jerked off and came inside.”
Deepthi: “Eww, chee… disgusting bastard. How long?”
Me: “Three months.”
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She warned me and said good night. I couldn’t sleep that night. Scared as fuck.
Two days later, she left the house shouting loudly to her mom (for my benefit). She’ll come back only at 3 pm, don’t touch the clothes. My dick jumped. Five hours free.
I jumped the wall again. Picked the panties she wore that morning, totally soaked with fresh pussy juice and a strong pee smell. Ran back, stripped, sniffed and licked for two hours, came so hard my balls hurt. Put it back carefully. Same night, another message.
Deepthi: Had dinner? Then sent a photo of the two panties on her bed: “How was the smell today?”
I said I didn’t do anything.
She: “Don’t lie, bastard.”
I confessed.
She replied: “Good.”
Then sent her own photo, nose deep in those panties, eyes closed in pleasure. “How can you even sniff this? It’s stinking.” My cock throbbed.
Me: Why are you smelling them?
Deepthi: After the last chat, I couldn’t stop thinking.
Me: Horny lady.
Deepthi: Shut up. Today’s panties are extra strong because I fingered myself in the morning and wiped with them.
That line made both of us lose control.
Me: Damn you, filthy slut.
Deepthi: Hehe… want to see more?
She started a video call. Camera on the ceiling first. Voice shaking. “After divorce… 15 years… I don’t know what’s happening to me.” I calmed her down and listened to her ex’s story. Then asked to see her face.
She turned the camera, looking shy and horny. Big eyes, full lips, heavy tits in a black bra. I made her sniff the panties on cam. Eyes rolled back. Made her lick the crotch. She moaned, “Salty…” Then I showed her my hard cock.
She gasped, “What are you doing?!” I told her, “This is what your dirty panties do to me.” She was breathing heavy. I asked her to stand and show her body. She did.
Only black bra and grey panties. Big wet patch on pussy. Thick black hair coming out from the sides. Hairy armpits, sweaty. Soft belly. Pure sex. From there, she was mine.
We did a dirty video sex. Made her wear a used panty as a mask over her nose and mouth while fingering. Made her taste her own juice while I stroked. She came twice, moaning my name.
At 11:30, I said, “Come to my house now. Same wet panties.” She came. Hoodie and skirt, no bra, jumped the wall, knocked softly. I pulled her in, ripped her clothes off. She was trembling in just wet grey panties.
I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. Heavy ass on me. The smell of sweat and pussy hit me. Licked her neck sweat. Then pushed his face into her hairy, sweaty armpit. She whispered, “You’re making me so wet.”
Pulled panty aside, buried face in her thick hairy pussy and ate like mad. She came fast, flooding my mouth. Then made her wear my cum-stained underwear on her head while she sucked my cock. She sucked like a starved woman.
We moved to bed and went into the 69 position. She is sitting on my face, grinding. I am eating her while she deepthroated and drools. Then fucked her hard. Missionary, doggy style. (ass jiggling), She’s riding me. She kept begging in Kannada, “Fuck harder… tear my pussy!”
Pounded for almost one hour. Finally pulled out and came all over her face, tits, belly and hairy pussy. She licked my cum, looking at me like a total slut.
The next morning, she was gone but left a message, “Thank you. I feel alive again.”
After that till she moved to the US six months later, we fucked everywhere. My house, terrace at night, even once in her parents’ house while they slept. She became my personal hairy sweaty panty slut, and I was her young bull.
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