Old Pussy Craves Young Cock Part 8

I wanted him more, but my body was too tired. My age can’t match his power and energy. After some time, I started feeling too much pain down there. It is becoming very hard to take his heavy thrusts anymore. I am literally crying from pain and heat.

I turned around and looked back, tears streaming down my face, and I was sobbing uncontrollably. I begin to plead with him. Karan felt my body shaking, and he finally understood my pain. He stopped himself and pulled out.

He looked at my face and asked, “Aunty, what happened? Why are you crying?”

I wiped my eyes and told him everything. I told him I’m getting old and I can’t take his cock in my pussy anymore. I say, “I am so sorry, Karan. I wanted to keep going, but it hurt too much now.”

He immediately held me close and kissed my lips. He wiped my tears and said, “If you’re hurting, why didn’t you stop me? I don’t want to give you pain like this.”

I looked at him and replied, “I love you, and I want to make you fully satisfied. I didn’t want to spoil your fun.”

He smiled and said he was very happy with me. And love that I care for him so much. But then I look down and see he is still very hard. I say, “You still on charge. I can’t let you go like this.” I went down and carefully removed his condom. I took his big, hard dick in my hand and started shaking it.

I gave him a very fast hand job, watching his face while he groaned. I use my other hand to play with myself too, wanting to finish this together. He is looking at me with so much love while I work my hand up and down on him.

Karan picks up his phone again and starts recording. He looks at me with those hungry eyes and asks me to give him a blowjob once more. I was tired, but I wanted to please him, so I took his hard cock back in my mouth.

Suddenly, I taste something sweet. It’s not like before. I feel a delightful taste on my tongue, exactly like strawberries. I look up at him and ask, “Karan, what’s this taste? It is so sweet, like fruit.”

He laughed and said, “Aunty, that was a flavoured condom I used before. That’s why you feel a strawberry taste in your mouth now.”

I like this too much. It makes everything feel more fun. He took out another new flavoured condom and put it on. I took him in my mouth again, sucking him deep while Karan held the phone right above my face.

He looks down and says, “Aunty, tell me… how it feels to have a boy like your grandson fucking your mouth like this?”

I look straight into his eyes. I say, “It feels like I’m bitch. I never knew a man could be so big and taste so sweet. I want to suck every drop out of you.”

He pushes his hips forward. “You are such a naughty woman. Look at you, you are my grandmother’s age but acting like a hungry whore. You like being my toy tonight?”

“Yes,” I whisper, licking him while the camera catches everything. “I am your toy. I am your old whore today. Use me however you want. I want you to record it so you can see how much I love your big cock.”

He started talking even dirtier. His voice is deep. “I will watch your mouth stretching for me and remember how tight you felt. You want me to come all over your face?”

I look up at him, breathing heavy. “Yes, Karan… give it all to me. I want to see it on screen. I want to feel your hot load on my skin while you record my face. Don’t be shy because of my age. Treat me like the slut I am for you right now.”

He is breathing very heavily. He is speaking so explicitly about my body and describing exactly how he is going to finish. I feel incredibly powerful and dirty knowing this young man is completely lost in me, and all this is being recorded on his phone.

I took that condom off and started shaking his dick fast. I’m watching it. After just a few seconds, he groaned really loud, and that thick white sperm came splashing out. It hit me all over my face. Some went in my hair and even inside my eye. A few drops land on my lips, too.

I cannot even open one eye because it’s all sticky and shut, but I’m smiling so big. That smell of his sperm is so strong in my nose. It’s raw and musky; it just makes me go mad with desire. I never thought I would do such things at my age.

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Karan uses his finger to wipe sperm from my eye so I can see him again. Then he takes more of that wet cum and puts it right in my mouth.

It feels so strange, really. In my time, we never did things like this. It was warm and had a salty, sharp taste on my tongue. It feels like I’m swallowing his soul. It is so thick and heavy, I hold it there for a second. I was shocked by how much I actually like it.

Ladies from my generation were taught to be shy and always clean, but these new boys, like Karan, are so wild. They make you do things that make you feel like a completely different person.

After that, Karan wipes the rest of cum off my skin with his fingers. Then he put his own fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. He tasted himself and looked straight at me.

I feel a total rush of madness watching him do that. It is so bold and so free. My husband and men from my time were always so formal and quiet in bed. But Karan is like a storm.

Seeing him enjoy himself like that, with no shame at all, makes me feel like old rules don’t matter anymore. I feel so lucky this young boy showed me this side of life before I get too old.

We were both very sweaty and messy after all that wild stuff. We went for a shower again to get clean. My body is shaking, and I feel a lot of pain between my legs. It is actually hard to even stand straight on the floor. Karan looks at me and starts laughing.

He teases me and says, “See Aunty? I told you before. I fuck you so hard that you won’t even be able to walk properly. Your old pussy is not used to such a big, hard cock like mine.”

I feel so shy and gently slap his arm. I say, “You are a very naughty boy, Karan. You really broke me today. My legs feel like jelly because you kept pushing so deep inside me. I never had any man go that far before.”

He grins and pulls me underwater. “That’s because those old men didn’t know how to treat a woman like a real slut. You liked it when I pounded you from behind, no? You’re screaming like a young girl.”

“Yes,” I whisper. I feel shy but so happy inside. “I liked every bit of it. Even pain feels good because it reminds me of your power.”

We both clean each other’s bodies very carefully. He rubs soap over my breasts and then down between my legs, being very gentle where I’m sore. I wash his strong back and those hard muscles. It feels so close, just being there together in the water.

After the shower, we went back to the room. Karan only has one pair of shirts and a t-shirt with him. He is very humble, and he gave his fresh t-shirt to me. It’s a bit big, but it makes me look perfect, and it smells just like him. I put it on, and I just wore my own panties underneath. Karan has no more clothes left, so he stays in just his shorts.

I went to the mirror and watched myself. I look so nice in his t-shirt. It’s such an amazing feeling to wear the clothes of a man who gives you so much happiness.

I sat on the bed, feeling very tired but so satisfied. I watch him moving around the room like he owns the place. I really feel like I belong to him now.

The two of us couldn’t exactly go out dressed like that, so Karan ordered dinner to the room. A short while later, the very same lady who came for housekeeping arrived with our order. There is a really severe shortage of staff there. The lady looked at me and smiled; she must have been thinking to herself, “At least now they finally got something decent to wear.”

After dinner, Karan and I fell asleep right next to each other. I held him tightly while I slept, like I never wanted to let him out of my embrace. Karan, too, clung close to me. We slept just like a loving couple. The sense of peace I found that night is something I will never be able to forget.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt very strange. It’s like big, heavy emptiness deep inside my pussy. Since I didn’t have sex for so many years, my body is acting in a way I’ve never seen before.

Everything down there feels stretched out and wide. It feels like his power left a mark inside me that won’t go away. My muscles are throbbing and feel very loose but also very sensitive to touch. It’s hard to say in words, but it feels like my body has finally opened after being locked up for so many decades.

I try to get out of bed, but I feel a sharp sting immediately. My inner thighs are aching so much, and I’m limping while walking and feeling uncomfortable because every time my legs touch each other, it reminds me of him and what we did.

In the bathroom, we’re just getting ready, but things got hot again. Karan started touching me while the water was on. We did one session right there against the wall, but I told him I’m not ready to bang my pussy again. Skin is too tender and very sore from last night.

I tell him, “Karan, please… I want you so much, but it hurts too much down there. My body is old; it needs some time to heal from you.”

He is a good boy, he understands and didn’t push his dick inside my pussy this time. Instead, he uses his hands and mouth to give me pleasure while I hold the shower railing. Even though I have some pain, the feeling of him wanting me again so early in the morning makes me feel so special. Every time I move, that soreness tells me I am not just a lonely old lady anymore. I am a woman who a strong man loves.

After we came back home, we acted totally normal, like nothing ever happened between us. But after that day, we started having sex so many times. Every single time, he handles me so nicely. I totally lost track of who I was. I forgot that I have a grown-up daughter and even my granddaughter, who is still so young now. I just broke all my limits.

Whenever we get a chance, he comes to my house in the afternoon when no one is around and bangs me. At the shop, we are doing lip kisses. Sometimes I even give him a blow job right there while no one is there at noon.

I stop thinking about my age or my family. I live for those moments when his hands are on me. It’s like I’m a young girl again, hiding a big secret and enjoying every dirty bit of it. I didn’t care about rules anymore; I only care about how he makes me feel.

I start falling in love with him, but then, one day, something happens: I begin to hate him far more than I ever loved him. I didn’t even want to look at his face. I cannot even stand the sight of him anymore. The same man who made me feel like a young bride is now the source of burning anger deep in my soul.

I stop talking to Karan. One day, there was no one at my shop, and that was when he arrived. “Aunty, what’s wrong with you?” Karan asks, reaching out to touch my shoulder like he always did.

I distance myself from him before he can catch me with the magic of his hands and smooth words. “Don’t touch me,” I hiss, my voice trembling. “Don’t you ever touch me again.” I was so angry at him that I slapped him.

What did Karan do to turn Usha aunty’s love into such deep hatred? Secret discovered, or something even darker?

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