Story of 2 Couples – Part 7 (Family Orgy)

He kissed me very deeply for a long time. Our mouths move together in one slow, wet rhythm—something we both hide for a very long time. When our lips finally stop, I cannot look in his eyes. My face is red, I’m shaking, and I feel so much after what happened.

Without saying a word, I put my head down and hid it on his shoulder. He pulls me to his chest and moves his hand in soft circles on my back. Karan, move a little bit and sit behind me again. He wraps his legs around mine like he wants to lift me in his lap.

His fingers slide up my waist, stay on my hips for a moment, and then go down. I feel his hand stop at the edge of my pussy. I bend down and catch his wrist very tightly with my shaking fingers.

‘Karan, please stop,’ I whisper with a trembling voice. ‘This is not right. We should not go any further.’

He does not fight. He did not force me. He looks at me with his deep, understanding eyes and says, ‘Aunty, no one knows. It is only here. And sometimes it’s not wrong to feel something so strong.’

I close my eyes, feeling both scared and wanting him. All the things people say about age and shame come to mind. ‘If anyone knows, they will say I have become crazy in this age. They say I lose my control.’

His hand stay gentle on my thigh, very strong and steady. ‘No one will know,’ he says softly. ‘And I promise I never let you feel anything except beautiful.’

I stay quiet, but slowly I press my fingers on his thigh. I’m letting him know I’m still there, I’m still with him. Then, something happened deep inside me. I move a little bit and let the tension in my legs go away. I feel my thighs opening just enough so he can see. I’m not holding him back anymore.

Karan sits quietly behind me, his presence very warm and steady. I can feel his breath on my back and his hands resting lightly on my thighs. Slowly and gently, his fingers move toward the edge of my pussy. Then, without any warning, he slides my panties aside.

One big rush of heat goes through my full body. I feel shame, so I reach out and try to stop him. I pull his hand away one time, two times, maybe even three times. But he did not fight me. He just let me make my own choice.

Then, while his one hand is down, his other hand come up and cups my breast. His thumb moves slowly on my nipple, making it tight with every touch. That bold and soft feeling melts something inside me. My breath becomes deep, and my body becomes soft. This time, I did not stop him.

I let my thighs open a little bit, giving up without a word. It was the clear signal I could give. He takes a little more oil in his hand and puts it on my pussy, where my body already wants his touch. He does not rush. His fingers gently check everything, sliding over every warm part and spreading heat.

My moans come out before I can hide them. My legs move again, not too close, but to ask for more. For many years, no one has touched my pussy. It was only there for peeing. But under his careful hand, my pussy opens again, like it is alive, wet, and ready.

I gasp when he touches my pussy, moving in small, slow circles. My head goes back, my lips open, and one moan stays between my breath.

‘Karan,’ I whisper, panting, ‘Don’t stop…’

My body arches under his hand, shaking with every touch. He is not teasing me anymore. He is focused, and he knows exactly what he is doing to me. Every slow stroke of his fingers on my wet clit sends one big jolt of pleasure through me.

I gasp when he puts one oiled finger inside my pussy. He goes slow but so deep that my legs start shaking. This sudden feeling of being full, after so many years, makes me go blind. My pussy walls become tight around him, pulling him in and welcoming that feeling I’ve forgotten for a long time.

‘Karan…’ I moan, I cannot even speak properly. My breath is heavy, and my thighs are shaking around his hand. He curls his finger a little bit, rubbing that sweet, swollen spot inside me.

One loud shriek comes from my throat when I climax. My hips move, my hands catch the mat under me, and my full body throb with waves of release. His hand becomes soaking wet, and I completely lose myself, my climax taking over me.

The fluid that comes out of my pussy is not because of shame, but like a woman who waits for too long. He does not say a word. He holds me, softly rubbing my thigh and his lips touching my shoulder. Our skin is sticky with sweat and oil, and our breath is hot and mixed together.

I turn and kiss his lips. He was also supporting me. I love to love him like a woman of his age. I start kissing his lips with so much passion. He was controlling me with soft kisses, trying to understand me very carefully.
At that moment, I knew one thing for sure. I’m not over. It’s only the beginning.

Our long, deep kiss finally stopped. Karan holds me gently, then he lifts me with very soft care. My legs are still a little bit weak, and my breathing is not steady, so he supports me, and we walk slowly to the bathroom.

Inside, my oiled skin is shining. When I look at him, my eyes go down, and I see his dick. It’s still very thick and hard, pressing against his underwear, trying to come out.

Without saying anything, he reached down and slowly pulled his underwear off. My breath stops when he stands there. Now he is completely naked before me, no shame, just standing there.

Karan turned on the shower, and warm water started falling on our bodies. He takes the soap and starts making foam, rubbing it gently on my skin. His hands move carefully, putting soap on my shoulders, my arms, my waist, and my boobs.

Every move makes me gasp for breath. At the same time, he was washing his own body also. Every time I look at him, he gives a smile. I also feel very shy. I turn my face away with shame, but my eyes keep coming back to him.

And every time, they look at his dick—it’s thick, smooth, and standing straight under the water, shining with drops and excitement. It was beautiful. He looks so young and hard. I stare for one moment; I cannot help myself.

My heart is beating fast. My thighs are becoming tight on their own. He does not try to hide anything. He wants me to see him. And I see him.

One thought came to my mind, if Karan came into my life when I was young, I would never leave his bed. I would worship that cock like one goddess, lying under it every time.

Karan steps behind me under the soft water, his warm body pressing gently against mine. His hands move up slowly and cup my boobs from behind, rubbing them with steady pressure. His fingers find my nipples, rubbing them just enough to make me gasp softly.

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They react instantly, becoming hard under his touch. That same heat starts moving deep inside me again. This time, I don’t feel like stopping anything.

He turned off the shower and pressed me gently against the tiled wall, our wet bodies sliding together.

Without saying a word, he leans in and catches my lips with his. His mouth moves on mine slowly at first, then deeper and hungrier. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close. I kiss him back with all the urgency I keep inside me.

He pulls softly at my hair, tilting my head and biting gently on my lower lip. That feeling sends one big thrill through me, and I give one low, breathless moan. I am enjoying every second—every bold and open second.

Then he starts making a trail of kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, stopping at the sensitive part of my ear. His lips are everywhere—tasting and teasing—and my hands go down his wet back, feeling the strength of his body, even touching the firmness of his bare ass.

When he goes down a little, his mouth finds my boobs. He takes one in his mouth and starts sucking softly, his tongue moving in circles over my nipple. I close my eyes and hold his head to my chest, letting him do whatever he wants. And the truth is, I want it too.

Karan slowly bends down and starts putting soft kisses across my stomach, his lips warm on my skin. He gently goes down on his knees in front of me, his hands staying on my waist like he is holding us both in that moment.

His mouth reached my navel, and his tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, making me breathe in fast. That feeling is so intimate and unexpected that my fingers go in his hair—not to stop him, but to pull him closer.

Then, with one quiet hunger in his eyes, he moved his attention to my thighs. His lips touch the inside slowly and deeply, leaving heat with every kiss. My breath catches when I feel my legs opening a little on their own—one signal I cannot hold back anymore.

Then he reached my pussy, licking with his tongue from my inner thigh. And I was not ready for this at all. He started licking my pussy with his tongue, and I gently pushed him back. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked.

He gave me one naughty smile and said, ‘Aunty, I am satisfying you.’

I try to explain to him, ‘Who does this? This is one dirty place. You cannot use your tongue here.’

His eyes sparkled, ‘Aunty, this was one dirty place in your time, but in our youth, it is one juice centre.’

He did not listen to me and started licking my pussy. I try to stop him at first, but he does not back down. He just stayed calm, focused, and not in any hurry, letting me feel everything. And then, between my shy feeling and the heat, I give up. I let him continue.

I never felt like this before. What he gave me was something I didn’t even know I wanted. One quiet thought came to me, if only the men of my time were so brave and passionate that they would not stop themselves from loving one woman so fearlessly.

He was licking my pussy with his tongue all the way to the inner walls. And when he hit my G-spot, I went crazy. I pull his hair and press his head on my pussy. He starts licking with a fast and steady speed. My breathing becomes very fast.

He also put one finger inside my pussy while licking with the tip of his tongue. Sometimes he brings both his hands to my breasts and moves them, and sometimes he puts his finger deep in my pussy.

When I was about to climax, I put my leg on his shoulder and pressed his head against my pussy. I was moaning and screaming, ‘Karan, please don’t stop…’

Within seconds, I feel a big gush of liquid come out from my pussy, and I climax. Karan licked my pussy clean like a good dog. He does not waste even one single drop.

I slowly lower my leg from his shoulder, still trying to breathe, my body shaking with that feeling. Karan looks up at me. His eyes are dark, intense, and filled with something naughty and sweet. He gave me one slow, naughty smile.

Without saying anything, he brought his hand to his mouth, wiping the corners softly, which were soaked with my pussy juice. His eyes never leave mine, and in that look, I see everything.

Karan slowly stood up, his bare chest moving with every breath as he looked deep in my eyes. One playful smile came on his lips as he said, ‘How do you feel, aunty? Now you know how everything happened in our times.’

I do not answer with words. Instead, I lean forward and kiss him. Soft at first, then deeper, letting my lips talk for me. His arms wrap around me, and his hands slide gently over my boobs, pressing and rubbing them with so much care that I melt in his touch.

After one long moment, he pulled back a little bit, his forehead resting on mine. His voice is low and teasing. ‘Aunty, you have your moment… now it’s my turn.’

Karan leaned forward slightly, putting one hand on the bathroom wall for support. He starts masturbating, holding his dick with the other hand. I was watching him restlessly—watching one young man masturbate.

I stand there quietly, my lips open, my own body reacting to him. He was stroking very fast and strongly, but he was not ejaculating. I cannot hold back anymore. I step behind him and press one gentle kiss on his bare back. He stayed still for one second, then slowly turned his head to look at me.

There was something in his eyes—surprise, yes, but also one deep, burning hunger. I’m not saying anything. I give him one slow, knowing smile.
Moving beside him, I let my fingers touch his waist, feeling the tension under his skin.

His dick is still fully aroused, thick and aching. Without any words, I reach for him, letting my hand close around his dick with quiet confidence. He breathed in sharply, his eyes closing for one moment. The heat between us grows again.

His dick is so hard and hot—there was one time when my husband’s cock also felt like that. But my dream for one army job never came true. He looks at me with so much lust. I smile at him and start focusing only on his cock. Within a few moments, his body starts responding.

His muscles become tight, his hand grip the wall harder, and one low, raw sound comes from his throat. I stay very close, my palm still moving, my eyes watching every change on his face. Every bit of release is building deep inside him.

Suddenly, a spurt of cum came out from his dick and stuck on my bathroom wall. I did not stop shaking his dick until every last drop came out. He finally gasp and lean forward, his chest moving up and down like he is holding his breath for many years.

Suddenly, the smell of his semen spread in the bathroom. After many years, I feel this smell again. My fingers and palm are sticky with his semen. He looks at me with big, stunned eyes, like he cannot believe what just happened.

I tilt my head, smile, and say softly, ‘What are you looking at like that?’

He did not answer, just shook his head with a dazed smile.

I laugh a little and whisper, ‘You help me, Karan. Now I return the favour.’

After that, I lean in and put one soft kiss on his cheek, then I turn to wash my hands. Karan, stay quiet, and I can feel something in his face—one strange stillness, maybe even a little bit of guilt. He is not saying much, and I am not pushing him either.

We step back under the shower one more time, letting the warm water run over us in silence. It’s not awkward, just very quiet. He stands beside me, thoughtful, his eyes looking at me sometimes.

Once we are done, I take one towel and start gently drying his body. He let me do it, but he did not speak, just watched me with those eyes I cannot read. I dry myself also and wrap the towel around me, still damp and glowing.

Without waiting, Karan quickly got dressed. Then, seeing the oil still on the floor, he grabbed a cloth and started cleaning it up. I tell him not to do it, but he helps anyway, silent—like he needs to do something with his hands.

When he is done, he picks up his things and walks toward the door. I walk him to the main entrance, still wearing only the towel. My skin is warm, my body is relaxed, and my heart is quiet. We don’t say much. But everything between us has already changed.

To all the passionate readers, what do you think happens next?

Will Usha aunty, in her late 60s, finally surrender to this new spark she never expected to feel again? Will she allow herself to explore a young cock in her pussy? Or will guilt and age pull her back?

And what about Karan? Will he return to put his dick in the old pussy, or will he keep his distance, unsure of what they have just crossed?

Tell me what you feel should happen next. Drop your thoughts, fantasies, or guesses at .