Hey folks, I’m Ashu Pathak, hailing from Ballia, Uttar Pradesh. At 32, I’m a solid 5’10” with a chiseled physique, and my 6-inch cock, thick at 2.5 inches, can satisfy any woman’s pussy to the brim. I’ve been married to Rita for seven years. She’s 28, fair-skinned, 5’4”, with juicy 36-inch tits and a round, 36-inch ass that’s pure eye candy. But this story isn’t about Rita—it’s about my neighbor, Manisha Bhabhi. At 30, she’s 5’2” with a heavy 38-inch ass and 34-inch tits that strain against her tight sarees. Her dusky skin, killer smile, and swaying walk make every guy’s cock stand at attention. Her husband, Avinash Bhaiya, 35, works abroad and only visits once or twice a year, leaving Manisha’s horny body craving satisfaction.
This happened during Diwali 2015. Ballia was alive with festive vibes—diyas flickering, the air sweet with mithai, and my nights filled with fucking Rita’s tight pussy. But my eyes were glued to Manisha Bhabhi’s jiggling ass and heavy tits. She’d often dry her sarees on her balcony, her wet blouse clinging to her tits, nipples poking through, driving my cock wild. The day after Diwali, I dropped by her place. Kids were bursting crackers in the alley, and the air felt festive. I knocked on her wooden door. Manisha opened it, draped in a blue saree, her pallu slightly slipped, revealing her deep navel and the curve of her tits. My cock twitched, but I played it cool.
“Avinash Bhaiya didn’t come this time?” I asked, settling into a chair. She placed a cup of chai in front of me, her voice heavy with longing. “No, he couldn’t make it this Diwali either.” Her tone screamed frustration, like her pussy was burning for attention. I grinned, teasing, “No worries, Bhabhi, I’m here for you!” She glanced at me, a faint smile on her lips, and shot back, “Yeah, but you’re too busy fucking Rita to remember me!” Her words were playful, but her heavy breathing hinted at something deeper.
We moved to the second-floor balcony, sipping chai as a cool breeze blew. Her pallu kept slipping, exposing her tits, tightly packed in her saree. I stole glances, my cock throbbing. Suddenly, a stray dog and bitch appeared in the alley below. The dog chased her, mounted her, and started fucking her hard. I noticed Manisha’s breathing quicken, her face flushing red. She stirred her chai nervously, clearly aroused. I smirked, “Look, Bhabhi, they’re having fun too!” She blushed, scolding, “Ashu, you shameless guy, look away!” But her voice had more lust than anger.
I pushed further, “What’s wrong, Bhabhi? Don’t you crave some fun like that?” She snapped, “Enough, Ashu, you’re getting too bold. Go, we’ll talk later.” I apologized and left, but my mind was racing. Her flushed face and heavy breaths told me her pussy was on fire after watching that dog fuck. I knew something was brewing.
Back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Manisha’s wet pussy and fat ass. Her soft tits, swaying hips, and desperate breaths haunted me. I was sure she’d call. But by 8 PM, no call came, and I was disappointed, heading to dinner. Then, Manisha called Rita’s phone, saying, “I’ve cooked with love tonight. Send Ashu over.” Rita nudged me, “Go, she’s called you so sweetly. Don’t be late.”
My cock sprang to life. I assured Rita I was fine and rushed to Manisha’s. I knocked, and she opened the door in a thin nighty, her bra and panties visible through the fabric. Her tits jutted out, and I stared like a hungry dog. She said, “Come upstairs, let’s sit on the balcony.” I followed, watching her ass sway as she climbed the stairs, my cock bouncing in my pants.
On the balcony, I waited for dinner. Ten minutes later, she brought a thali of food. Her nighty clung tighter, like she was teasing me on purpose. I asked, “Bhabhi, you still mad?” She smiled, “No, I was just shy earlier.” I knew the path was clear. I set the food aside, stepped behind her, and wrapped my arms around her. She froze, but her breaths grew heavy. I whispered in her ear, “Bhabhi, why’re you so fucking hot?” She squirmed, “Ashu, this isn’t right. Someone might see.”
I pressed, “No one’s watching. Just tell me what you want.” She protested weakly, “Ashu, I’m married, this is wrong.” But her trembling voice and racing breaths screamed she was horny as hell. I slid my hands over her waist, squeezing her ass through the nighty. She gasped, “Oh, Ashu, what’re you doing?” I gripped her tighter, “Bhabhi, your body’s been starving for a cock. Let me fuck you senseless.” She stopped resisting, her breaths turning into moans.
I scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom. A single diya cast a soft glow, making her face shimmer with desire. I laid her on the bed and slowly peeled off her nighty. Her black bra and panties made her look like a fucking goddess. I unhooked her bra, and her heavy tits bounced free—round, firm, with hard brown nipples begging to be sucked. I took one tit in my mouth, sucking gently, then harder, while pinching the other. She moaned, “Ohh, Ashu, slow down, it hurts!” I sucked harder, “Bhabhi, your tits are so fucking juicy, I could suck them all day.”
I slid my hand to her panties, already soaked. I pulled them off, revealing her shaved pussy, glistening and pink, its lips swollen with need. The faint musky scent hit my nose, driving me crazy. I ran a finger along her slit, and she shivered, “Ohh, Ashu, don’t tease, do something!” I buried my face in her pussy, licking her folds, tasting her sweet juices. Her hips bucked, “Fuck, what’re you doing?” I spread her lips with my tongue, sucking her clit hard. She screamed, “Ashu, stop, I’ll die!” Her pussy dripped, and I lapped up every drop.
I growled, “Bhabhi, suck my cock now, give me some fun.” She hesitated, “I’ve never done that, I’m shy.” But I insisted, and she relented. I dropped my pants, my 6-inch cock springing out, veins pulsing. She grabbed it, stroking softly, then took it in her mouth. She sucked like a pro, her tongue swirling around the tip. “Fuck, Bhabhi, you’re killing me,” I groaned. She sped up, deep-throating me, her lips tight around my shaft. I squeezed her tits, fingering her pussy, and she sucked harder, gagging but loving it.
After 15 minutes of her sucking, I didn’t cum—I’d jerked off earlier to last longer. I pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was wet and open, begging for my cock. I rubbed my tip against her folds, and she writhed, “Ashu, don’t tease, fuck me!” I pressed my cockhead against her entrance, pushing slowly. She gasped, “Ohh, it’s too big!” Her pussy was tight, like it hadn’t been fucked in years. I slid halfway in, and she screamed, “Fuck, take it out, it hurts!”
I squeezed her tits, kissed her lips, and whispered, “Relax, Bhabhi, you’ll love it.” I pulled back slightly, then pushed deeper. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, wet but snug. I started thrusting slowly, each stroke making her moan louder, “Ohh, Ashu, slow down, I’ll die!” I picked up the pace, slamming my full length into her. Her pussy clenched my cock, milking it with every thrust. The bed creaked, her moans echoing in the room.
“How’s my fucking feel, Bhabhi?” I asked, mauling her tits. She moaned, “Ohh, Ashu, it’s so good, fuck me harder!” I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, pounding deeper. My cock hit her depths, her pussy gushing with every thrust. I slipped a pillow under her ass, opening her wider, and fucked her harder. She screamed, “Ashu, you’re tearing my pussy, stop!” But her hips met every thrust, begging for more.
After 15 minutes of relentless fucking, she tensed, “Ashu, something’s happening, harder!” I hammered her pussy, and she came hard, her juices flooding my cock. But I wasn’t done. I flipped her onto her knees, her fat ass in the air like a ripe peach. I slapped it, “Bhabhi, I’m gonna wreck your pussy!” I rubbed my cock against her slit from behind, then slammed it in. She screamed, “Fuck, it’s too deep!” I grabbed her hips, pounding her doggy-style, her ass jiggling with every thrust. I squeezed her tits, “How’s it feel getting fucked like a bitch?” She moaned, “Ohh, Ashu, rip my pussy apart!”
Ten more minutes of doggy, and I exploded, shooting my hot cum deep in her pussy. I collapsed on her, our sweaty bodies panting. She whispered, “Ashu, I’ve never felt this good.” I pinched her nipple, “Bhabhi, this is just the start.” We rested, then I ate the food she’d made. By 10:30 PM, I was back home. The next day, I fucked her in an arhar field—that’s a story for another time.
Guys, how was the story? Did I do wrong by quenching a desperate woman’s thirst? Let me know your thoughts, and tell me if you want more stories like this!