Hello everyone, I’m Neetu, a 27-year-old from Chhedi Purwa, Balrampur. My figure is a sultry 36-30-38, with fair skin, full breasts, and a round, juicy ass that makes me irresistibly seductive. My sex appeal turns heads wherever I go—step onto a bus, and every guy wants to pull me onto his lap and fuck me senseless. I’ve fucked plenty of guys, but my tits are my pride and joy. Their perfect shape and size drive men wild. When I’m alone, I fondle my boobs, tease my nipples, and finger my pussy until I cum hard. Loads of village guys have fucked me—sometimes they’d call me alone, only for two or three to show up, pounding my pussy and ass raw. My cunt’s taken cocks up to 9 inches, but that size bores me now. I craved a bigger, thicker cock to rip my pussy apart and satisfy my deepest urges. I’d fucked every big-dicked guy in the village, yet my thirst wasn’t quenched. Let me tell you how I found the massive cock that turned my pussy into a wrestling ring.
My family’s loaded—my grandad, 65, a sturdy, respected man, is one of the richest in the village. My two brothers, 32 and 29, both married, work city jobs. My sisters-in-law often visit their parents, leaving our big house quiet. Every year, Grandad hosts a wrestling tournament, and wrestlers from all over stay at our place. This happened two years ago during the tournament season. I’d go daily to watch, but I wasn’t eyeing the fights—I was checking out the wrestlers’ tight loincloths, their massive cocks bulging through. One day, I spotted a wrestler whose cock looked so huge and hard in his loincloth, my pussy got wet instantly. His name was Veer Singh, 30, tall, muscular, with a chiseled body, dark eyes, and a thick mustache that made him look dangerously sexy.
That evening, when the wrestlers came to our house, I kept stealing glances at Veer. He was staring at me too, like he wanted to fuck me with his eyes. We stood by the gate, and he asked my name. “Neetu,” I said. He grinned, “Cute name, but you’re even hotter.” I blushed and muttered, “Thanks.” From that day, Veer seemed drawn to me. I was restless too, ever since I saw his cock in that loincloth. At night, I’d lie in bed, fingering my pussy, thinking of his massive dick, cumming over and over. I was desperate to get fucked by him. I could tell he wanted to fuck me too—he’d stare at my tits and ass like he was stripping me naked with his eyes.
On the second day of the tournament, my 70-year-old maternal granddad passed away. Everyone left to pay respects, leaving me as the only woman in the house since my sisters-in-law were at their parents’. Grandad stayed to look after the wrestlers, and I was kept back for some household chores. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of fucking Veer. I went to call Grandad outside. Near the porch, there was a pile of wheat sacks. I tried lifting one, but it fell, blocking the path. I told Grandad, and he sent Veer, saying, “Go fix the sacks, Veer.” Veer followed me inside, checking out the rooms like he was looking for an excuse to stay. The path was wet, and I slipped, falling right onto Veer. My tits pressed against his broad chest, and I felt his cock harden in his loincloth. He caught me and asked, “Hurt your back, Neetu?” I said, “No,” but my back was killing me—I could barely stand.
Veer scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to my room. He grabbed some oil and started massaging my back. I was wearing a green salwar-kameez. His hands moved from my back to my ass, sending shivers through me. My pussy was soaking. I whispered, “Veer, stop, someone might see.” He smirked, “No one’s here. Your grandad took everyone to see the fields. I faked a leg injury to stay back.” My pussy throbbed at the thought. He kept massaging, saying, “Oil might stain your salwar. Pull it down a bit.” I untied the drawstring, and my salwar loosened, sliding down. Veer tugged it lower, exposing half my ass. His hands grazed my cheeks, and I moaned softly. “Veer, don’t touch so low—it’s doing something to me,” I said. He chuckled, “That’s the fun, Neetu. Want more?” I bit my lip and nodded, “Yeah, give me that kind of fun.”
Veer knew I was dying to get fucked. “Take off your clothes,” he said. I ripped off my kameez. My green bra hugged my tits perfectly, making them look even sexier. Veer’s eyes burned with lust. He pulled me into his arms and started sucking my lips, kissing me so hard they turned red. I kissed him back, my breaths getting heavy, heart pounding. I slid my hand to his loincloth, feeling his rock-hard cock. He yanked my bra straps, pulling me closer, then ripped my bra off. My brown nipples stood erect, and he dove in, sucking my tits like they were ripe mangoes, nibbling my nipples gently. I moaned, “Ohh… fuck… ahh…” He squeezed one tit with one hand, rubbing my pussy through my salwar with the other. My cunt was itching for more.
He loosened my salwar’s drawstring further, letting it drop. I stood in just my panties. He pulled those off too, leaving me stark naked. I felt shy, but his hungry eyes on my body made me wetter. He sat me on the bed, spread my legs, and stared at my pussy, covered in thick hair. “Neetu, you never shave this?” he teased. I laughed, “No time, Veer.” He buried his face in my pussy, licking my folds, nibbling my clit. I moaned louder, “Ohh… shit… ahh… fuck…” My pussy was dripping. He shoved his tongue deep inside, lapping up every drop of my juices. He slid two fingers into my cunt, fucking me with them until I came hard, my juices flooding out. He licked my pussy clean.
Veer stripped off his clothes, standing in just his loincloth. His body was so ripped, I felt tiny in front of him. His cock was straining against the fabric, begging to break free. He dropped his loincloth, and I gasped—his cock was over 10 inches, thick as hell, bigger than I’d ever seen. I grabbed it, stroked it, and took it in my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. His cock was hot and throbbing. He groaned, clearly turned on. I pulled it out and said, “Veer, fuck me now.” He spread my legs, rubbing his cockhead on my pussy lips. My cunt was aching for him. He thrust hard, and his massive cock plunged into my pussy. I screamed, “Ohh… fuck… ahh… shit!” His cock tore through my pussy walls.
Veer fucked me hard, his entire cock sliding in and out. Every thrust brought pain and pleasure, making my pussy scream. I yelled, “Ohh… fuck… ahh… yes… harder…” He lifted me like a doll, bouncing me on his cock. His dick hit depths I didn’t know existed, fucking every inch of my cunt. My pussy kept cumming, soaking his cock, making it slicker. He fucked me faster, relentless. Then he laid me down, lifted one leg, and rammed his cock back in, swaying his hips to hit every spot. His fucking style was unreal—I was lost in moans.
I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, riding his cock. I bounced up and down, taking his dick deep in my pussy. Veer grabbed my waist, making me ride faster. I screamed, “Ohh… fuck… yes… ahh…” He flipped me into doggy style, slamming his cock into my pussy from behind. My cunt was getting destroyed, cumming again, soaking his cock. He pulled out and aimed for my ass. I panicked, “No, Veer, not my ass—it’ll hurt!” But he didn’t listen. He grabbed my wrists and shoved his thick cock into my asshole. I screamed, “Ohh… fuck… ahh… shit…” My ass felt like it was splitting, but after a few minutes, the pain turned to pleasure. He fucked my ass for 15 minutes straight.
Finally, Veer was ready to cum. He pulled out of my ass, jerked his cock, and shot his hot load all over my tits. His cum dripped between my boobs. I scooped it up with my fingers and licked it clean. We hurriedly dressed, and Veer left. That day, we fucked once more. Now, every year when Veer comes for the tournament, I find a way to fuck him. His cock turns my pussy and ass into a wrestling ring, and every time, it’s a new kind of pleasure.