Mameri Bahan Ki Adhuri Chudai – Hey guys! I’m Diwakar from Bhagalpur, Bihar. I’m 24, a solid guy with a decent build, 5 feet 10 inches tall, and a face that makes girls take a second look. I’ve had my share of fun, but this story is close to my heart. It’s about me and my cousin Paridhi, and the steamy, unfinished business we had. This is real, raw, and fucking hot.
Two years back, I went to my mama’s village during summer break. His place is in the middle of fields, all green and quiet. My mama has three daughters. The eldest, Paridhi, is my age, 24, fair, curvy, about 5 feet 4 inches, with eyes that could kill and a body to die for. Her boobs are a solid 34C, and her hips sway in a salwar like they’re begging for attention. The other sisters are 20 and 18, but this story is all about Paridhi.
One night, around 11 PM, I got up to take a piss. The bathroom’s outside, near the courtyard. When I got there, I saw Paridhi already there, her salwar pulled down to her knees, pissing. I froze, hiding in the shadows. The moonlight hit her fair thighs, and I caught a glimpse of her pussy. My 7-inch dick twitched in my pajamas. After she finished, she slid her hand down, rubbing her pussy, slipping a finger in and out. Her soft moans, “Uhh…”, echoed in the quiet night. My cock was rock-hard, straining against the fabric. Then she saw me, gasped, pulled up her salwar, and bolted. I was scared but couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Next morning, Paridhi caught my eye and gave a shy smile. Her face was flushed, like she was hiding something naughty. I grinned back. Since I’m a bit older, she’s always been shy around me, but her eyes said she wanted more. That day, mama and mami were working in the fields. Around noon, mami told us, “Diwakar, Paridhi, go fetch water from the boring.” The boring was a bit far, surrounded by tall sugarcane and maize, like a private jungle.
We walked to the boring. Paridhi wore a tight red salwar-kameez, her curves popping out. The heat made her sweat, her kameez sticking to her boobs, showing their shape. She was giggling while filling the bucket, sneaking glances at me. I stared at her tits, bouncing slightly as she moved. When she bent to fill the bucket, her salwar dug into her ass crack, outlining her pussy. My cock was throbbing, and I felt a rush, like electricity shooting through me.
After filling the water, she started to leave, but I said, “Paridhi, wait, let’s chill for a bit.” She stopped, smiling slyly. I took a chance and asked, “What were you doing last night?” Her face turned red, and she looked down, shy but not denying it. I grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and placed it on my cock, hard as fuck in my pajamas. She froze but didn’t pull away. Her breathing got heavy. I pulled her into my arms, my hands on her face, and kissed her. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, then she kissed back, her tongue dancing with mine. Her warm breath on my face drove me wild.
I squeezed her boobs through her kameez, feeling their softness. She moaned, “Uhh… Diwakar… what are you doing?” But her voice was all lust, no protest. I lifted her kameez, revealing her bra, and sucked her nipples through the fabric. They were hard, poking out. She gasped, “Aahh… uhh…”, grabbing my head. I tugged her salwar’s drawstring, and it slid down, showing her black panties. I rubbed her pussy over the cloth—she was already wet. She shivered, whispering, “Diwakar… someone might see…” I said, “No one’s here, just enjoy.”
I pulled her panties down, exposing her pink, shaved pussy, glistening with wetness. I slid a finger inside, and she moaned louder, “Aahh… uhh… Diwakar… do it…” Her pussy was tight, gripping my finger as I moved it in and out. She was trembling, leaning into me. Then she yanked my pajamas down, and my 7-inch cock sprang out, hard and ready. She grabbed it, stroking slowly, her soft hands making me groan. She bent down, took my dick in her mouth, and started sucking. Her warm tongue swirled around the tip, making wet “slurp… slurp…” sounds. I grabbed her hair, guiding her, “Fuck, Paridhi… you’re killing me…”
I pulled her into the sugarcane field and laid her on the ground. Her kameez and bra were off, her tits glowing in the moonlight. I sucked her nipples, biting gently, and she moaned, “Aahh… slow… uhh…” I spread her legs, licking her pussy, tasting her salty wetness. She went crazy, “Aahh… Diwakar… don’t stop… uhh…” Her pussy was dripping, and my tongue flicked her clit, making her squirm.
My cock was aching. I spread her legs wider, rubbing my dick’s head against her pussy lips. She was shaking, eyes closed, biting her lip. I pushed in slowly, my cock stretching her tight pussy. She cried out, “Aahh… it hurts…” I stopped, kissing her lips to calm her. Then I moved slowly, in and out, her pussy gripping me like a vice. The wet “slap… slap…” sounds filled the air as I fucked her deeper. She moaned, “Uhh… aahh… harder…” I gave a hard thrust, burying my cock inside her. She screamed, “Aahh…”, clutching me tight.
Suddenly, blood trickled from her pussy. She panicked, “Diwakar… what’s happening?” I realized it was probably her first time. “It’s okay,” I said, “just the first time.” We quickly cleaned the blood with my shirt. She pulled her salwar and kameez back on, and I fixed my clothes. We grabbed the water bucket and headed back, hearts racing, a mix of fear and thrill running through us.
Back home, Paridhi avoided my eyes. A few days later, I had to return home. She seems to have moved on, but that night still burns in my mind.
Do you think our unfinished fuck will ever get completed? Drop your thoughts in the comments!