My name is Atal, and I’m an engineering student living in Kanpur. I rent a flat with two friends, but they were away at their homes, leaving me alone. Kanchan Bhabhi, my neighbor, knew about this. She lives on the 17th floor of my tower, and let me tell you, she’s the kind of woman who can make any guy’s dick hard just by looking at her. No kids yet, but her body is so fucking hot that no one can resist jerking off to her. Honestly, I’ve spent countless nights in the bathroom, stroking my cock to thoughts of her.
Kanchan Bhabhi is tall, fair, with long, flowing hair, a slim waist, and an ass so wide it begs to be slapped. Her tits? Fuck, they’re massive, tight, and always straining against her blouse, ready to pop out. When her saree’s pallu slips to the side, the view of those curves is pure porn. Her pink lips, long neck, and that juicy ass sticking out make her a walking wet dream. Her long fingers and sexy nails are her trademark, and when she looks at you, it’s like a storm of lust hits you. If there’s a perfect bhabhi, it’s Kanchan. Hell, I’d kill to have a wife like her.
Every night, I pray to God for a wife as sexy as Kanchan Bhabhi. I greet her husband with a “Namaste Bhaiya” whenever I see him, so we’re acquainted, but not close enough to visit each other’s homes. Our society has a WhatsApp group, and I’m always sneaking peeks at her profile picture, drooling over her sexy poses.
Last night, around 9 PM, I’d already eaten and was working on my computer when my phone rang. It was a WhatsApp call. I picked up, and Kanchan Bhabhi’s sultry voice came through, “Atal, it’s me, your Bhabhi, Kanchan. You know, 17th floor?” My heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Bhabhi! Namaste!” I stammered. She laughed, “No need for namaste, just say hi. I’m not that much older than you. Talk to me like a friend. Listen, I need you for something urgent. Can you come to my flat for 10 minutes?”
My pulse raced. “Sure, Bhabhi, I’ll be there in 10,” I said, my voice shaking. I threw on a blue T-shirt and jeans, rushed to the lift, and reached the 17th floor. I rang the bell, and it was like she was waiting for me—the door opened instantly. She was wearing a tight, black nighty that hugged her curves, her massive tits practically spilling out, her ass cheeks visible through the thin fabric. The sight alone made my cock twitch.
I stepped inside, and she locked the door behind me. “Sit on the sofa,” she said, her voice low and teasing. I sat, trying to play it cool. “What’s up, Bhabhi? You called me?” She smiled, “Yeah, why not? Can’t I call you?” She sat next to me, so close her thigh pressed against mine. “I’m bored, Atal. Your bhaiya’s out of town for a few days on company work. I’m alone, and I need some company. Also, I wanted to ask—can you suggest a course I could do from home to earn money? Or maybe help me start a YouTube channel? I want to show off my sexy moves and make some cash. What do you think?”
I swallowed hard, my dick already half-hard. “Bhabhi, people are making bank on YouTube. With your looks, you’d have millions of fans. But will Bhaiya be okay with it?” She leaned closer, her thigh rubbing against mine, her perfume making my head spin. “That’s why I called you alone, Atal, so you can explain it to me properly,” she whispered. I knew this was a fucking excuse. Her nighty was so tight her tits were begging to be freed, and her ass was practically on display. My cock was rock-hard now.
She scooted closer, her voice dropping. “Atal, I’m educated, but your bhaiya doesn’t let me work outside. He’s scared I’ll run off with someone. But the truth is, he can’t satisfy me in bed. He’s got a problem, and it’s ruining my life.” My brain exploded. I stammered, “What? Is he cheating or something?” She shook her head, “No, no affair. He’s just weak. He can’t fuck me the way I need.”
Her words hit me like a truck. She moved even closer, her hot breath on my face, her hand sliding onto my thigh. “All my friends have kids, Atal, but I don’t. People ask questions, and I’m tired of making excuses. I try, but nothing happens.” My cock was throbbing in my jeans. She was so close her thigh was pressed against mine, her fingers grazing my leg. Then she put her hand on my cheek, stroking it gently, and whispered, “Atal, will you stay with me tonight? I want to sleep with you.”
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it’d burst. “But Bhabhi, what if someone finds out?” I mumbled, nervous as hell. She smirked, “Who’s gonna know? You gonna tell? Or me? No one’s here, Atal.” Her confidence made my cock ache. She kept stretching, her tits bouncing in her nighty, her breath quickening. My breathing was just as fast—I’d never been this close to a woman, especially not at 9:30 PM.
Suddenly, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. A jolt shot through my body. I touched her face, and she closed her eyes, moaning softly. I gathered my courage and placed my hand on her tits. Fuck, they were so soft and heavy. She grabbed my hand, pressing it harder against her chest, and pulled me toward her, kissing my lips hungrily. Her pink lips devoured mine, her tongue dancing with mine, kissing my cheeks, my neck, like she’d been starved for years.
We locked lips, pulling each other closer, sucking and biting. It felt like fucking paradise. She grabbed me and led me to her bedroom—a huge bed with soft sheets and dim lighting. She pushed me onto the bed and ripped off her nighty. Her naked tits bounced free, her pink nipples hard as bullets. She climbed on top of me, tearing at my T-shirt. I helped her pull it off, and she pinned my hands down, her fingers lacing with mine as she kissed me again, her tits pressing against my chest, her hot breath making my cock throb.
She slid down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled out my 7-inch cock. “Fuck, Atal,” she murmured, her eyes locked on mine as she took my dick in her mouth. “Mmm… ahh…” I groaned as her tongue swirled around the tip, her lips sucking me deep. She played with my balls, her mouth working my shaft like a pro. I grabbed her hair, thrusting into her mouth as she moaned, “Ummph… mmm…”
I pulled her up, desperate to taste her. I sucked her nipples, biting gently, squeezing her massive tits. “Ohhh, Atal… harder…” she moaned. My hand slid to her pussy—fucking soaked. I rubbed her clit, and she gasped, “Ahhh… lick it, Atal…” I spread her legs and dove in, my tongue lapping at her wet, pink pussy. It was so warm and juicy I went wild, sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her. She grabbed my hair, screaming, “Fuck, you bastard, eat my pussy! Make me cum!” Her dirty talk drove me insane. I licked her asshole too, and she moaned, “Ohhh… fuck yes…”
She pushed me back, panting, “Enough, Atal! Fuck my pussy now!” I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, rubbed my cock against her dripping slit, and slammed inside. “Aaaahhh!” she screamed as my dick filled her tight pussy. I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, “thap-thap-thap” echoing in the room. Her tits bounced wildly as she moaned, “Fuck me harder… make me your slut!”
I grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples, pounding her pussy. Then I flipped her over, her ass in the air, and fucked her doggy-style. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and she screamed, “Yes, you fucker, fuck my cunt!” I saw her tight asshole and asked, “Bhabhi, can I fuck your ass?” She growled, “Hell yes, fuck my ass, you bastard!” I spit on her hole, eased my cock in slowly, and she groaned, “Ughhh… slow… ahhh…” But soon she was begging, “Harder, fuck my ass!” I pounded her tight hole, her moans filling the room, “Ohhh… fuck…”
After 10 minutes, she lay back and said, “Atal, cum in my pussy. I want your baby.” I slid back into her cunt, fucking her hard, her legs wrapped around me. “Aaaahhh… fuck me… make me your whore!” she screamed, her ass grinding against me. I growled back, “You slut, I’ll fuck you senseless!” After 15 minutes of relentless pounding, I exploded, shooting my load deep inside her. “Aaaahhh!” we both screamed, cumming together.
She collapsed, her hair messy, kajal smudged, lipstick smeared across her face. Her sweaty, fair body glistened, looking like a fucking porn star. I lay beside her, exhausted, and fell asleep. At 2 AM, she woke me, whispering, “Fuck me again, Atal.” I fucked her even harder, her moans louder. At 4 AM, we went another round before I stumbled back to my flat.
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