My name is Sarvesh, a 23-year-old guy with a sturdy build, average height, and a face people call decent enough. I’d just landed a job in Jodhpur, and my body was burning with the fire of youth. My cock, now a solid nine inches long and three-and-a-half inches thick, was always ready for action. Back in the day, when the urge hit hard, I’d jerk off to calm it down. Sometimes, I’d wedge my dick between two mattresses and thrust, pretending it was the real deal. It wasn’t great, but it was something. Once, I overdid it and scraped my cock, tearing the skin, leaving the head fully exposed and sensitive. Rubbing oil and jerking off daily had made my dick stronger and thicker over time.
I’d finished my studies, but my cock hadn’t tasted a pussy yet. My mind was restless, craving anything—a pussy, an ass, just something to satisfy the hunger. I’d heard patience pays off, and damn, it did. My patience brought a morning I’ll never forget.
In Jodhpur, I was hunting for a place to rent near my office. I asked around for days, but nothing clicked. One day, while standing outside a shop in the market, I noticed a woman staring at me. She was veiled, but her eyes locked onto mine. She looked about 25-26, fair-skinned, with a slim waist that her veil couldn’t hide. When our eyes met, she gestured for me to come over. I hesitated but gathered the courage to approach.
“Did you call me?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, you looking for a place to stay?” Her voice had a thick Marwadi accent, sweet and inviting.
“Yes, if you know of anything, let me know.”
“I’ve got a room empty at my place. Come, I’ll show you.”
“Alright, lead the way.”
I got her on my motorcycle, and we rode to a nearby neighborhood. There was a big building with multiple rooms. I’d heard they didn’t rent out, so why was she offering me a room? I checked it out—clean, airy, perfect. I said yes on the spot. My stuff was just a bedding roll and a suitcase. I grabbed them from the office rest house, showered, and settled into the room.
Then, a girl walked in—slim, fair, wearing jeans and a tight top. She looked 22-23, with a face that could make anyone’s heart race. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved into a slight smile. I was stunned. “Who are you? Here to meet someone?” I stammered.
She laughed at my nervousness. “Relax, I’m Kamli.”
Her voice gave it away—she was the same woman from the market, minus the veil. I chuckled. “Damn, you look completely different, like some college girl!”
“It’s dinner time. Want me to bring you some food?” she asked.
I said no, but she brought it anyway. It was Marwadi food—dal-baati, churma, with a spicy kick. The taste was unreal. As we talked, I learned Kamli was married. Her husband ran a business in Mumbai, and her in-laws were government employees. Kamli had fair skin, a medium build, and a body that could drive anyone wild.
“You didn’t even compliment my cooking!” she teased playfully.
“The food was amazing, and you’re not bad yourself!” I shot back, keeping it light.
“Oh, really?” she said, and playfully touched my cheek.
I froze for a second but mustered the courage to say, “If we’re talking affection, I should return the favor!”
She tilted her cheek toward me. I leaned in and kissed it softly. It was my first time touching a woman like that. She grabbed her dishes and left, swaying her hips. I was left wondering—was this just sibling-like affection or something more?
That evening, she came back in a traditional ghaghra-choli, her slim waist and sharp features making my head spin. She brought tea. “So, how do I look now?” she asked.
“Like an angel,” I said, not holding back.
“Then give me a kiss!” She stepped closer.
I couldn’t resist. I grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her cheek hard. My cock sprang to life, pressing against her pussy through our clothes. Her perfume was intoxicating. I kissed her again, and she whispered, “Do it properly, bhaiya.”
I pulled her tighter and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes, melting into it. My cock was rock-hard, poking her pussy. My hands slid to her soft, plump ass—so firm yet pliable. I squeezed gently.
Suddenly, she pulled back. “What are you doing, bhaiya?”
“Hey, you started it!” I laughed, trying to ease the tension.
She blushed and ran off.
I felt like my luck had turned. Kamli’s teasing had me hooked. My cock was already in love with her. That night, her in-laws—her mother-in-law, around 50, and father-in-law, about 55—came to meet me. They were warm and left happy. Kamli was busy cooking.
Later, she brought dinner, this time in a short skirt and a nightie top. Her fair legs and sharp features were killing me. “Compliment my food, bhaiya!” she said with a naughty glance.
“Kamli, what do I praise first? Your cooking, your beauty, or what?”
“Then show me some love again!” She was practically melting.
I pulled her into my arms. I knew she wanted to feel my body. I kissed her lips, sucking them gently. Her eyes screamed desire. My cock pressed hard against her pussy. I slid my hands to her small, perky tits, caressing them. She blushed but didn’t stop me. Her hand moved to my cock, gripping it through my pants. My body jolted with electricity. I squeezed her tits harder.
“Bhaiya, this feels so good… ohh,” she moaned softly.
I lifted her by her ass and laid her on the bed. She snapped back to reality. “Bhaiya, what’s this? You’re like my brother!”
“Just keep calling me that, or people will suspect,” I said, laughing, and pulled her close again.
She moaned, “Bhaiya, not now… please!” Then, with a seductive look, she ran off.
For the next two-three days, she avoided me. I thought I’d messed up. She’d call me to her place for meals, but she’d eat quietly, eyes down. I was crushed. One day, I was in my room, naked, playing with my cock, lost in thought. The door creaked open, and Kamli walked in slowly. I scrambled for a sheet, but she yanked it away and tossed it aside.
She unbuttoned her nightie and sat next to me. “I can’t take it anymore, bhaiya,” she said, leaning over me. Her naked body pressed against mine, her soft skin setting me on fire. “My body’s burning too… fuck me hard, bhaiya,” she whispered.
Her words made my cock throb. She rubbed her pussy against it, moaning, “Ohh… fuck…” The room filled with her soft gasps. She kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. My cock was at her pussy’s entrance. She moved her hips, and my cockhead slipped inside with a wet fach sound.
“Ohh, bhaiya… your cock’s so fucking big!” she gasped.
I thrust slowly, pushing deeper. “Ohh… ahh…” Her pussy was soaked, and my thrusts made wet slap-slap sounds. She pulled my cock out and placed it at her asshole. “Fuck my ass too, bhaiya,” she urged, pushing down until my cockhead popped inside.
“Ohh… this fire of youth!” she moaned. I slid my entire cock into her tight ass, feeling like I was in paradise. “Fuck… my ass feels so good!” she screamed.
“Kamli, your pussy and ass are like perfect sluts… so open for your age!” I teased, diving into dirty talk.
“My bastard husband barely puts an inch in and leaves me thirsty!” Her voice dripped with frustration.
I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me. She grabbed my cock and shoved it back into her pussy. “Fuck me, bhaiya… fuck me hard!” she screamed. I pounded faster, the slap-slap of our bodies echoing. Her pussy was dripping, my cock sliding in and out effortlessly.
“Ohh… ahh… fuck me, bhaiya… tear my pussy apart!” she moaned, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her pussy and ass were clearly experienced, taking my cock like they were made for it.
Suddenly, her screams grew louder. “Ohh… I’m cumming… fuck me… ahh!” Her pussy clenched, flooding with her juices. I couldn’t hold back. My cock exploded, shooting cum all over her body. She pulled me close, hugging me tightly.
“Bhaiya, your cock’s fucking magic… my pussy’s in heaven!” she laughed.
“Kamli, just say the word, and my cock’s ready for you,” I grinned.
She giggled, kissing me deeply. My luck had turned. Kamli, a gorgeous, experienced woman with sharp features, was mine to fuck.
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