Hey there, I’m Vikrant, a 24-year-old guy from a small village where the fields stretch endless and life moves slow. I work the land, drive a tractor, and soak up the raw vibe of village life. This story’s about the day I fucked my neighbor Nishta in a sugarcane field. Man, Nishta was a total knockout—fair skin, full tits, slim waist, and an ass that jiggled in her salwar like it was begging to be grabbed. We’d always chat—by the fields, at the well, or in the village lanes. Her smile had this spark that drove my cock wild, and my heart wasn’t far behind.
That morning, I rolled into my field on my tractor, the sun barely up, casting a soft glow over the sugarcane. A cool breeze rustled the leaves, and the air smelled of earth and dew. I spotted Nishta in her field, alone, bending over to pick mustard greens. Her salwar hugged her ass so tight, my cock stiffened in my pants, pitching a tent. The way her dupatta slipped, showing off her waist and the curve of her tits, had me thinking, “Vikrant, today’s your shot to fuck this beauty.”
I called out, “Yo, Nishta, out here all alone?” She straightened up, flashed a sexy grin, and said, “Yeah, everyone’s at my aunt’s daughter’s wedding. Just me today.” Her voice had this teasing edge, like she knew she was stirring me up. My brain went straight to devil mode, thinking, “Fuck, her pussy’s mine today.” I asked, “Got a sickle on you?” She said, “Nah, but there’s one by the well.” I told her, “My tractor won’t start. Grab it for me.” She smirked and said, “Alright, I’ll get it. Who’s with you?” I grinned, “Just me, babe.” She gave that same flirty smile and said, “Cool, I’m coming. You go ahead.”
I parked by the tractor, where I’d left a pot of fresh milk warming on a small fire. Village milk, pure and hot, brought by my little brother Naveen. I thought, “This milk’s gonna come in handy.” Nishta showed up with the sickle, saying, “Here’s your sickle. What’s it for?” I said, “Just put it down. I gotta show you something.” There was a thick sugarcane field nearby, perfect and private. I said, “Come with me to the sugarcane. Something’s there, not sure what.” She didn’t hesitate, just followed me in.
Once we were in the field, surrounded by tall stalks, I grabbed her from behind, my hands on her soft waist. My cock was rock-hard against her ass. She gasped, “What the hell, Deepak? You gone crazy? I’ll tell my brother!” I said, “Nishta, I’m fucking crazy about you. You’re so damn sexy.” She shot back, “I like you too, but this ain’t the way, dude!” I begged, “Don’t stop me today. I’ve been losing my mind over you.” She said, “You’re nuts. If someone sees us, the whole village will talk.” I reassured her, “No one’s around. Your folks are gone, mine too. It’s just us.”
I started kissing her—her neck, lips, cheeks. The soft hairs by her ears made my cock throb harder. I squeezed her tits gently, feeling them firm under her suit. She moaned, “That hurts, let go. No shame, huh? Jumping on a lone girl?” I laid out a jute sack I’d grabbed from the tractor and eased her down on it. The sugarcane rustled around us as I kissed her neck, thighs, and tits. She stopped fighting, her breaths turning to soft moans, her body giving in.
She whispered, nervous, “We’re too close to the edge. Our sounds will carry. Someone might hear.” I said, “You like me, right?” She nodded, “Yeah.” I said, “Don’t run off. I’ll grab the sack and milk.” I bolted to the tractor, snatched the jute sack and the hot milk canister, and raced back. Nishta was still there, smirking, “Back so quick? Scared I’d ditch you?” I laughed, “Stop the chatter. Let’s go deeper.” She pointed at the canister, “What’s that?” I said, “Milk. Naveen left it.”
We went deeper into the field, where no sound could escape. I stomped down some sugarcane, spread the sack, and set the milk down. I lifted Nishta into my arms and laid her on the sack. Her face was flushed, eyes mixed with shyness and desire. She looked like a fucking goddess. I lay beside her, threw a leg over her, and kissed her hard. Squeezing her tits, I said, “You’re a damn good kisser.” She snapped, “What, you think I’m some idiot?” I teased, “Oh, you’ve got some fire, madam.” She shot back, “Bring it on, let’s see who wins.”
That was it—I went wild. She was in a salwar-suit, me in a pajama and vest. I climbed over her, sucking her lips, rubbing my cock against her pussy through the fabric. Her hair spilled loose, and she grabbed me tight. I tugged at her salwar’s drawstring, and she said, “Deepak, I’m scared. I’ve never done this before.” I said, “You’re giving up already?” She fired back, “Fuck you, I’m not out yet. When the time comes, you’ll be the one running. My bhabhi said the first time hurts like hell.” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
I pulled her salwar down. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her pussy was smooth, fair, and glistening. I rubbed her clit, and she moaned louder, her hips twitching. I slid a finger into her tight pussy, but it barely went in—she was a virgin, no doubt. I knew if I showed her my cock now, she’d freak at the size. I tied a cloth over her eyes, and she said, “What’s this for?” I grinned, “So you feel every bit of the fun, baby.”
I fingered her pussy slowly, in and out, her wetness coating my hand. She was moaning, lost in it. I opened the milk canister, took a sip of the warm milk, and gave her some. The creamy residue was perfect—I smeared it on her pussy and licked it off, savoring the mix of her juices and the sweet cream. She went crazy, begging, “Deepak, fuck me now, I can’t wait anymore.” I yanked off her bra, her full tits bouncing free, and sucked her nipples hard. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.
I rubbed my cock against her pussy, teasing her. She was bucking under me, desperate. I slid the tip in, and she screamed, “Oh fuck, Deepak, take it out, my pussy’s tearing!” I saw blood trickling from her tight hole, but she was still grinding against me, lost in pleasure. I moved slow, letting her adjust, then picked up the pace. She moaned, “Fuck me harder, make me your bitch.” I fucked her like a dog, then flipped her over, pounding her from behind, her ass bouncing with every thrust. Her tits swayed as I fucked her standing, then laid her back down, drilling deep.
For nearly forty minutes, I fucked her every way—doggy, missionary, standing, her legs spread wide. Her moans filled the air, mixing with the rustle of sugarcane. Finally, I shot my hot cum deep in her pussy. When I pulled out, her pussy was red with blood and cum, dripping onto the sack. We were both panting, spent, but her eyes glowed with satisfaction.
As we left the field, Nishta could barely walk, her pussy sore. She hugged me tight and said, “You showed me fucking paradise today.” The next day, she called me, saying, “Vikrant, you can fuck me anytime. I’m not scared of fucking anymore.” After that, I fucked her whenever she wanted, her pussy always ready, her body begging for more.