Hello friends, I’m Rahul, a 30-year-old guy from a small village in Haryana. My family’s been trying to get me married, but no luck yet. The village folks keep saying, “Rahul, get a wife soon, or you’ll stay alone forever!” But honestly, I’m not into young girls—they throw too many tantrums during sex. I’m crazy about bhabhis and women up to 45 years old. They know how to please a man, their experience makes the bed rock, and that desi vibe—fuck, it’s pure heaven.
This all started when our buffalo stopped giving milk. In our village, that’s like a crisis. My dad fixed a deal with a house a bit far from ours to get 2 kilos of milk daily. That house belongs to Ramesh, my distant cousin. I knew him a bit, but we weren’t close—just enough to nod and say “Ram-Ram” when we met. Ramesh’s family has four members: him, his wife Sunita bhabhi, and their two kids who study in Delhi at their mama’s place. So, it’s just Ramesh and Sunita in the village now. They farm, keep two buffaloes, and sell milk. Everyone in the village swears by their milk—it’s thick and creamy, just like they say, “Pure desi malai.”
Ramesh is around 40, rough face, decent height, with that typical Haryana swagger in his talk. Sunita bhabhi, she’s 36—she told me herself. She’s fair-skinned, like those desi women whose skin glows despite the sun. But her figure? Not the best. Her boobs are small, her belly sticks out a bit, but her ass—damn! It’s wide, juicy, and sways like a fucking dream when she walks. The village guys whisper, “Sunita’s walk is pure magic, man.”
I went every evening to fetch milk. Walking through the village lanes, past the green fields, it was my routine. Ramesh was rarely home—busy watering the fields or feeding the buffaloes. When he was there, we’d just exchange a quick “Ram-Ram” and some small talk. With Sunita bhabhi, though, I started chatting more. But when Ramesh was around, she’d keep it short, just hand me the milk and done. I couldn’t stop staring at her ass. When her saree hugged those wide Magenite curves, my cock would get rock hard. But her voice—man, it was loud. If she screamed, the whole damn village would know. They say in the village, “If a woman raises her voice, your respect’s gone.”
I decided I had to try my luck with her. Haryana boys don’t wait around—either go all in or go home. Whenever she handed me the milk container, I’d brush her hand and give it a little squeeze. Her fingers were soft but rough from farm work. At first, she didn’t say anything, but after a few days, she stopped talking to me. I got the hint—she was pissed. So, I kept quiet, took the milk, and left. Village wisdom goes, “When a woman goes silent, you’ve fucked up.” Sure enough, after a few days, she started talking again, smiling, saying, “What’s up, Rahul? No chit-chat anymore?” I knew it was now or never.
One day, as she handed me the milk, I grabbed her hand and said, “Bhabhi, I really like you.” She stared at me for a second, then snapped, “Let go of my hand.” I looked down and went home. After that, I stopped going for the milk—my dad took over. About ten days later, Dad had to go out of town, so I had to go. I went, kept my eyes down, and stayed quiet. As I was leaving with the milk, she said, “What’s wrong, Rahul? Stopped coming around?” I didn’t reply. Then she said in that Haryana tone, “You’re a good guy. Give me your number, I’ll call you.”
My heart was doing fucking somersaults. I gave her my number, called hers to save it, and went home. That night, she called. “Rahul, what do you like about me?” she asked. I took a deep breath and said, “Bhabhi, your ass. It’s fucking amazing.” She laughed, “You’re such a bastard!” I said, “Bhabhi, I want to hold you tight.” She got serious. “Slow down, it’s a village. If anyone finds out, we’re screwed. You know how fast gossip spreads here.” I said, “Just don’t tell anyone, not even your best friend.” She said, “I’m scared, but you’re too damn hot. Come tomorrow morning, your brother’s out watering the fields.” I said, “Call me when it’s clear.” She agreed, and I hung up. That night, I jerked off thinking about her ass and crashed.
Next morning, I was restless, waiting for her call. Around 11, she called, “Come quick, we got little time.” I rushed through the village lanes, making sure no one saw me. I sneaked into her house. She was sweeping the room, her red saree clinging to her fat ass. My cock was already throbbing. I crept up and grabbed her from behind. She gasped, “Fuck, wait! Let me lock the door. If someone sees, we’re dead.”
She locked the door and came back. I pulled her into my arms and started kissing her lips. They were soft, juicy, like some village sweet. She kissed back hard, her breath hot. I nibbled her lips, and she snapped, “You crazy fucker, don’t leave marks!” I said sorry and kept kissing. Her eyes were full of lust and love. We fell on the bed, making out like wild animals. I squeezed her small boobs through her saree, biting them lightly. She moaned, “Aahh… fuck… easy, Rahul…”
I slowly unwrapped her saree. She didn’t stop me. Underneath, she was in a green blouse and petticoat. I unhooked her blouse, and her small tits popped out, nipples dark brown and hard. I sucked one, then the other, making her moan louder, “Aahh… suck harder… oh fuck…” My hands went to her ass, squeezing those soft, massive cheeks. I untied her petticoat, and it dropped. She was in blue panties, soaked wet, smelling of her pussy.
I laid her on the bed and slid off her panties. Her pussy had a light bush, dripping wet. I spread her legs and kissed her pussy lips. She let out a long moan, “Aahh… fuck, Rahul…” I licked her, sliding my tongue inside, then sucking her clit. Her pussy was leaking, and her moans turned into screams, “Aahh… ohh… stop… no, keep going… fuck…” I licked faster, and she started bucking her hips, rubbing her pussy on my face. Suddenly, she screamed, “Aahh… I’m cumming… fuck!” Her hot juices squirted all over my mouth. I drank it all and climbed up to kiss her. She tasted her own pussy on my lips and said, “You’re a dirty fucker… that was insane.”
I stripped naked. My 6-inch cock was rock hard. She looked at it and said, “Holy shit, your dick’s gonna kill me.” I grinned, “Nah, bhabhi, it’s gonna make you scream.” I sucked her tits again, rubbing my cock on her wet pussy. She was burning up, begging, “Enough, fuck me now…” I positioned my cock at her pussy and pushed in slowly. Her pussy was tight—Ramesh must’ve stopped fucking her ages ago. She moaned, “Aahh… slow… it hurts…” I went slow, but soon my whole cock was inside. She screamed, “Fuck… I’m dying…”
I started thrusting, her small tits bouncing with every thrust. I grabbed them, sucked her lips, and fucked harder. Her moans filled the room, “Aahh… fuck me harder… tear my pussy apart…” I pulled her to the edge of the bed, put her legs on my shoulders, and pounded her. The “thap-thap” sound of my cock slamming her wet pussy echoed. I’d pause sometimes, and she’d open her eyes, “Why’d you stop, you bastard? Keep fucking!” I’d slam back in, making her scream, “Aahh… you’re killing me!” I squeezed her tit and fucked faster. She was yelling, “Aahh… harder… rip my pussy… fuck… aahh…”
She came again, her pussy squirting hot juices all over my cock. She collapsed, panting, but I wasn’t done. I said, “Bhabhi, just a bit more… get on your knees.” She groaned, “Fuck, it hurts… but fine, finish your load.” She got on all fours, her wide ass in my face. I rubbed it, slapped it, and slid my fingers in her pussy. She moaned, “Aahh… stop teasing… fuck me…” I shoved my cock in and fucked her doggy style. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and I spanked it hard. She screamed, “Aahh… fuck my ass… harder…” I grabbed her hair, climbed her back, and squeezed her tits while pounding her pussy. Soon, my cock exploded, filling her pussy with cum. I kept squeezing her tits, staying inside her for a bit. Then I pulled out and collapsed on the bed.
She fell next to me, face down. I turned and kissed her forehead. She grabbed a towel, wiped her pussy, and said, “Where’d you learn this shit? You’re a fucking beast.” I laughed, “Porn, bhabhi.” She said, “Fuck, that was amazing… keep fucking me like this, and I’ll give you a kilo of milk free every day.” I laughed. Then she said, “Go now, your brother might come back. If anyone finds out, we’re fucked.” I got dressed, kissed her lips, and sneaked out.
Guys, now I fuck her whenever I get the chance. Six times already, and her pussy’s still tight as fuck. What do you think of my story? Drop your thoughts below.