Hey there, this is Raghav sending a shoutout to all my buddies. I’m back with a steamy story to get your cocks rock-hard. This happened a few months ago when I went to a small village in Haryana for my college buddy’s wedding. The village was pure rustic charm—sprawling fields, old-school houses, and that crisp night air that makes everything feel alive. The wedding was a wild affair with pounding drums, dancing, and the jingle of bangles from the village women filling the air. But my eyes were locked on one girl from the house next door—Nisha.
Nisha was an 18-year-old village beauty, her skin fair as cream, glowing under the sun. Her tits were still budding, maybe half their full size, but her slim waist and flat ass had a raw allure that could drive any guy crazy. She wasn’t much educated—typical for a village girl—but her eyes had this naughty spark that kept pulling me in. The first day, I caught her drying clothes in her courtyard, her salwar kameez slipping up to show a glimpse of her smooth, fair stomach. Every time she bent over, her top rode up, and I couldn’t stop staring. She noticed me too, throwing shy glances my way that made my cock twitch.
For two days, I played the game—winking, smiling, dropping a casual “hey” when I passed by. She’d blush and flash a small smile, her eyes telling me she was interested. By the third day, I was done with the teasing. The wedding chaos gave me the perfect cover, so I signaled her to meet me on the rooftop. I gave her a playful “what’s up?” gesture, and she giggled, her laugh carrying that raw, village charm. I climbed up to the roof, and sure enough, she followed, her footsteps soft on the creaky stairs.
When she got there, I grabbed her hand. Maybe I moved too fast, because she pulled back. I let go quick and asked, “Why do you keep staring at me?”
She said, “You seem nice.”
I grinned, “You’re not so bad yourself, Nisha!”
This time, I took her hand again, and she didn’t move. I pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. She kissed me back, her soft lips trembling, but before I could take it further, she blushed hard and ran off. Watching her ass bounce as she fled made my cock throb even harder. I knew this was just the beginning.
The real action went down the night of the wedding. Everyone was wiped out from dancing and drinking, and the house was packed with guests. There was no room downstairs, so I headed to the roof with a buddy to crash. The roof was crowded too, barely enough space for one guy to lie down. I told my friend, “You sleep, I’ll watch a movie on my phone.” As he dozed off, a voice called out, “Hey, come to our roof, there’s no space here!” It was Nisha’s dad. I grabbed my blanket and pillow, hopped over to their roof, and spread my blanket in a corner to crash.
I was barely drifting off when I felt something brushing against my leg. I glanced over—it was Nisha, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, but her leg was rubbing against mine. Her parents were snoring under their blanket a few feet away. I thought, if this village chick is practically begging for my cock, why hold back? I slid my hand over and squeezed her tit. She was wearing a salwar kameez, and when I slipped my hand under her top, I found no bra. Her small, perky tits felt perfect in my hand as I kneaded them, and she let out soft moans, barely audible under the blanket. I moved my hand down, untied her salwar, and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties either. My fingers brushed her young, wet pussy, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. Her cunt was already slick, ready for action.
Nisha looked at me, biting her lip to stifle her arousal. She looked so fucking horny, it drove me wild. I slid one finger into her tight pussy, and she squirmed with pleasure, careful not to make noise. I pulled my track pants down, freeing my rock-hard cock. Nisha wrapped her soft hand around it and started stroking, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t hold back—I slipped another finger into her dripping cunt, feeling her juices coat my hand as I worked her pussy. She motioned for me to get under the blanket with her so no one would see. We slid in together, hidden from the world.
I guided her head toward my cock, and she knew exactly what to do. She took my dick in her mouth, her warm, wet lips wrapping around it like a pro. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I nearly lost it right there. I pulled her salwar down further and buried my face in her pussy, licking her salty, creamy slit. Her taste was intoxicating, like pure sex. She sucked my cock harder, taking it deep, and I lapped at her cunt like a man possessed. Within two minutes, we both came hard—she flooded my mouth with her juices, and I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on mine.
Nisha lay back, catching her breath, and I went straight for her tits again, sucking her hard nipples until they stood like little peaks. My cock was back to full mast in no time. I whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you from behind.” She turned over, sticking her ass out for me. I fingered her soaked pussy again, getting her ready, then pressed my cock against her entrance. I covered her mouth with one hand to muffle any sounds and thrust hard, burying my entire dick in her tight cunt. The heat and grip of her pussy were unreal, like fucking a velvet glove.
I started pounding her, my cock sliding in and out, her ass bouncing with every thrust. Nisha matched my rhythm, pushing her hips back to meet me, her muffled moans driving me crazy. I grabbed her tits with one hand and rubbed her ass with the other, feeling the urge to take it further. Her asshole looked so inviting, but her pussy was too good to stop. After about 15 minutes of relentless fucking, I unloaded deep inside her cunt, my cum spilling out as she shivered in pleasure.
We collapsed under the blanket, panting. She fixed her salwar kameez, and I pulled up my track pants. Nisha rolled away to sleep, and I passed out, satisfied as hell. That was some of the best fucking I’d had in ages.
The next day, the wedding party moved to another village for the bride’s pickup. We were all caught up in the celebration, but my mind was still on Nisha. That evening, when the bride returned, the women from the neighborhood came to see her, including Nisha and her mom. Nisha was wearing a tight choli and lehenga, her tits pushing against the fabric, making my cock stir again. I flashed her a grin, and she gave me a shy smile with a quick wink. I signaled her to meet me out back, and she followed.
I said, “Fuck, I’m in the mood again.”
She teased, “Didn’t you get enough last night?”
I replied, “It was so good, my cock’s begging for more after seeing you in that choli.”
She laughed, “It’s tough now, look around—all these guests!”
I pointed to the fields. “Meet me by the neem tree in an hour. We’ll find a spot.” She giggled and nodded, clearly as eager as I was.
I waited in the cornfields, the smell of earth and crops thick in the air. Nisha slipped in quietly, now wearing a loose t-shirt and pants. I said, “That choli was fucking hot, why’d you change?”
She smirked, “Idiot, we wear those for weddings.”
I grinned, “You looked like a total bombshell!”
I pulled her deeper into the fields, finding a hidden spot among the tall corn stalks. I sat her down, and she grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezing it hard. I lifted her t-shirt and sucked her tits, her nipples hardening under my tongue. My fingers found her pussy, already wet and ready. After a few minutes of foreplay, I said, “I want to fuck you naked today, Nisha.”
She asked, “Why?”
I smirked, “Couldn’t see shit last night. I want to see every inch of you now.”
I stripped her clothes off, and she stood there, shy but horny, her fair skin glowing in the daylight. I got naked too, my cock standing proud. I rubbed it against her pussy lips, making her shiver as her cunt dripped. I told her to suck me, and she bent down, taking my dick in her mouth again. She sucked like a champ, her lips working my shaft for a good 10 minutes until I came hard, filling her mouth with my load.
I kissed her thighs, working my way to her pussy, and licked her until she came twice, her juices coating my face. Then I turned her around, bent her over, and slid my cock into her soaking cunt from behind. She rocked her ass back against me, matching every thrust. I grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, and asked, “Can I fuck your ass?”
She gasped, “No, no, it’ll hurt!”
I wasn’t giving up that easily. I fucked her pussy for another few minutes, then pulled out and pressed my cock against her tight asshole. Before she could protest, I pushed in, the head of my dick stretching her. She screamed, loud enough to make me worry someone might hear. A little blood trickled out, and she started crying.
She begged, “Please, take it out, I’ll die!”
I said, “Give it a minute, Nisha. If it still hurts, I’ll stop.”
I rubbed her tits and thighs to calm her, and slowly her pain eased. I spit on her asshole for lube and pushed in deeper, getting half my cock inside. It hurt like hell for me too, but the tightness of her ass was fucking incredible. I started moving slowly, and Nisha began to relax, even rocking her hips a bit. After about 10 minutes, I came hard, my cum mixing with the blood in her ass. I cleaned her up with my handkerchief.
I asked, “How was it, taking it in the ass?”
She snapped, “You’re such a bastard, I told you no! You’ve no idea how much it hurt!”
We got dressed and left the field. Nisha was limping, her legs shaky. She said, “I won’t even make it to the evening feast because of your damn cock.”
I grinned, “I love you.”
She muttered, “I love you too.”
She skipped the feast that night. The next morning, as we were leaving, I saw her watching me from the roof. I’d given her my number, but she said she didn’t have a phone. To this day, she hasn’t called, but the memory of fucking that village vixen is burned into my mind forever.