Hey there, I’m Shahid, standing tall at 5’10” with a 7-inch cock that’s always ready to please. Today, I’m spilling the details of how I fucked my sexy bhabhi, Ritu. She was the woman of my wet dreams, her ass and tits haunting my nights as I jerked off to thoughts of her. Finally, one day, my fantasies came true, and I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. Let me take you through every steamy moment.
Our small village was quiet, filled with the scent of wet earth and the greenery of fields. Ritu’s house was just two lanes from mine, close enough for me to sneak glances at her. Man, she was a fucking goddess. Around 30, but her body could put any 20-year-old to shame. Her ass, a perfect 34 inches, swayed with every step, making my cock twitch in my pants. Her 34-inch tits were firm and juicy, and her 24-inch waist was so slim I wanted to grab it and fuck her right there. Her walk, her laugh, those naughty eyes—everything about her screamed sex.
I’ve always been a pussy hound. I’ve fucked plenty of girls my age, popped their cherries, but Ritu was different. She was a forbidden fruit I couldn’t stop craving. I’d stare at her with lust, jerking off to thoughts of sucking her pussy dry or sliding my cock into her tight ass. When the day came to make it real, I didn’t hold back.
It was monsoon season, the sky heavy with dark clouds and soft rain pattering outside. My brother was away on a business trip, leaving Ritu alone. I went to her place to drop off some stuff. Inside, I saw her freshly washed clothes drying on the line—lace bras and panties that screamed “fuck me.” A blue mesh bra, a red thong, and some kinky designs that told me her pussy was always craving cock. I grabbed her panties, sniffed them, and licked them, her scent driving my cock wild.
Suddenly, Ritu caught me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a smirk on her lips. She sauntered over and whispered, “Shahid, so horny, huh? Why don’t you share some of that heat with me?” My cock throbbed as she grabbed it through my pants and pressed her juicy lips to mine. We kissed like animals, my hands squeezing her tits through her bra, my fingers grazing her ass. Her breath was hot, her hand stroking my cock over my jeans.
She pulled back, panting, “Shahid, everyone’s home. Wait for later, and I’ll give you everything you want.” Her words sent me to the bathroom, where I jerked off to her panties’ scent, blowing my load while imagining her pussy. After that, our lust exploded. Every chance I got, I’d sneak to her place, drag her to the bathroom, and grope her tits or rub her pussy through her panties. She’d suck my cock, her tongue swirling around it, swallowing every drop of my cum. But she wouldn’t let me fuck her pussy—just kissing, tit-squeezing, pussy-licking, and blowjobs. I thought, “Fuck, she’s such a tease, holding back that tight cunt.”
One night, she called me. “Shahid, your brother’s off to Hong Kong for work. Drop him at the airport.” I knew what she wanted—my cock. I drove him to the airport and rushed back to her place. The door was open. Inside, Ritu was sprawled on the bed in that same blue mesh bra and panties I’d licked. Her creamy thighs, round ass, and perky nipples made my cock rock-hard.
I crept behind her, rubbing my cock against her ass. She woke up, grinning, “You horny bastard, couldn’t wait, huh? Tonight, you’re fucking your bhabhi’s pussy.” I tore off her bra, sucking her hard nipples like a starving man. Her tits were so soft, I lost it. I yanked down her panties, revealing her wet, pink pussy, glistening with need. We went 69—she sucked my cock like a pro, her lips tight around it, while I buried my tongue in her pussy, lapping up her sweet juices. Her moans, “Oh fuck, Shahid, suck it harder,” made my cock throb.
I growled, “Ritu, your pussy’s dripping. I’m gonna fuck it dry.” She laughed, “You motherfucker, fuck your bhabhi’s cunt, tear it apart.” I slid a finger into her tight pussy, feeling it clench. I saw her huge dildo on the nightstand and smirked, “What’s this?” She winked, “When your brother’s gone, this keeps my pussy happy.”
I couldn’t wait. I shoved my cock into her pussy, and she screamed, “Oh shit, slow down, you’ll rip me!” But her dirty talk— “Fuck me harder, you bastard”—lit me on fire. I pounded her, my cock slamming into her cervix, her ass jiggling with every thrust. I spanked her, licked her ass, then fucked her doggy-style, her moans echoing through the room. Her pussy was so tight, it milked my cock with every stroke.
For 45 minutes, I fucked her in every position—doggy, missionary, her riding me like a wild slut. When I was ready to cum, I shoved my cock between her tits, fucking them until I shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking my cock clean. But she was still horny. I grabbed her dildo, fucked her pussy with it, and drank her juices as she came, her body shaking.
Afterward, she smirked, “Shahid, if you don’t fuck me every week, I’ll tell your brother how you destroyed my pussy.” I laughed, “You slut, call me anytime, and I’ll fuck your cunt and ass raw.”
Now, every Saturday, I go to her place. I suck her pussy, fuck her hard, and make her scream. She’s my personal whore, and I’m her cock. This fucking spree never stops, and each time, it’s hotter than the last.