Hello friends, my name is Mohan Barnwal, and I hail from a small village in Assam. I’m 5.7 feet tall, 21 years old, with a 7.5-inch cock, thick and hard, and a slightly dusky complexion. Today, I’m sharing my first experience through this story, hoping you’ll enjoy reading it. This is my first attempt at writing a story, based on a true incident that happened some time ago. In this, I fucked my neighboring chachi and quenched her thirst.
My chachi’s name is Radhika. She lives with her 7-year-old daughter Puja, her father-in-law, and her husband, who’s a goldsmith and stays away from home most of the time, coming back only twice a week. He has a limp from a childhood injury, so he walks with a slight hobble.
Friends, I’ve been ogling my sexy chachi since childhood. She looks like an absolute angel—5.4 feet tall, with a figure of 36-34-38, long black hair, a slim body, milky fair skin, seductive eyes, and pink lips. Her beauty is beyond words. Her body is so hot that it could set any cock on fire. If I could have her once, it’d feel like owning the world.
Now, let me tell you my story. I’ve been watching chachi since I was a kid, but never with bad intentions. This incident happened two years ago when I was in my first year of B.A. College holidays had started, so I came home from the hostel after about two months.
One morning, when I woke up, my mom told me that chachi’s TV was broken and asked me to fix it that night, as chachi had just mentioned it. I said okay, had breakfast, and went to their house at 8 AM. Our houses are separated by just a wall.
When I got there, Puja opened the door. I asked where chachi was, and just then, she came out of the kitchen, probably cooking something. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was wearing a maxi with a deep neckline, her big boobs half-hanging out. Her sweaty body gave off a strange, intoxicating smell. I was lost, my entire focus on her dangling boobs, pulling me toward them like a magnet.
Then chachi pinched me, and a jolt ran through my body, bringing me back to my senses. I asked, “Chachi, what’s wrong with the TV?” She smiled and said, “It stopped working suddenly last night. You check what’s wrong.” I turned on the TV but kept stealing glances at her. She caught me and said, “What are you staring at? Never seen me before?” I looked down and started checking the TV.
I found the issue was with a jack. I replaced it, and the TV was fixed. After staying a bit longer, as I was leaving, chachi brought two rotis and some sabzi from the kitchen. I said, “Chachi, I just ate at home, I don’t need this.” She gave me a weird look, probably suspecting I wanted to fuck her, noticing how my eyes were glued to her boobs. I went back home.
An hour later, I went out to meet friends. After a few hours, when I returned, mom said chachi had called me over again. I was thrilled, thanking God silently. It was 3 PM by then. I went to chachi’s house. She opened the door and asked me to sit. She was wearing a sheer black saree with a matching sleeveless, deep-neck blouse. Her sexy body was driving me crazy. My eyes kept drifting to her boobs. I kept staring, and she seemed to understand my dirty intentions, maybe that’s why she was smiling slightly.
I asked about Puja, and she said, “She’s gone for tuition, will be back by 6 PM.”
Chachi: “You didn’t eat anything in the morning despite me insisting, so I made motichoor laddoos for you with love.”
Me: “Okay, chachi, but was it necessary?”
Chachi: “Why not? You’ve come after so long. Can’t I do this much for you? Tell me, what’s happening in college?”
Me: “Nothing special, just studies.”
Chachi: “Come on, you must’ve got a girlfriend by now, right?”
Her words shocked me. For the first time, chachi was talking so openly, laughing. I thought it was a good chance and decided to take advantage. I started talking freely too.
Me: “Yeah, chachi, I got a girlfriend some time back.” I told her the truth.
Chachi got even more open and started asking about my girlfriend.
Chachi: “How does she look? What’s her complexion?” She asked a lot more.
I told her everything honestly—how we fell in love, what we did, everything. Then I asked, “Chachi, how are you?”
Me: “Since I came, you’ve been nowhere to be seen. What’s up?”
Chachi: “How would you see me? You haven’t been home in ages.” She started crying.
Me: “Chachi, what’s wrong? Is there a problem?”
Chachi: “No, just like that.”
Me: “Tell me, or don’t if you don’t want to.”
Chachi: “You know he’s always away. Puja keeps crying for her papa.”
Me: “Don’t you miss him?”
Chachi: “Yes, but what’s the point of missing him?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Chachi: “Nothing, you won’t understand my problem now.”
Me: “Please tell me, if you consider me a friend.”
She looked at me with longing eyes and said, “You know his leg’s been broken since childhood. He can’t do anything. My fate is cursed.”
Her words left me speechless. Then I said, “Chachi, what do you mean he can’t do anything?”
Her words were sending shocks through my body. I deliberately kept pushing to know her heart’s secrets. She looked at me with loving eyes for a while, then suddenly got up, came close, sat next to me, held my hand, and said, “Mohan, will you have sex with me?”
Her words shook me to the core. Pretending to be clueless, I said, “Chachi, what are you saying?” She replied, “Don’t act innocent. I know you want to fuck me too. Your eyes said it all this morning.”
I didn’t say anything. I got up, went to her, and started kissing her pink lips. She responded fully, sucking my lips, her tongue warm and soft in my mouth. I pulled her close by her waist. We kissed for ten minutes. Then I paused and said, “Chachi, what if sasurji comes back?”
She said, “He’s gone to the market. He’ll bring Puja back too. We have time.” I started kissing her again. Slowly, I lifted her saree, running my hands over her soft thighs. She moaned, “Uuuu… Mohan… don’t tease me like this… ahhh…” I began unbuttoning her blouse, one hook at a time. As it opened, her 36-size boobs spilled out, pink nipples hard. I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking and circling it with my tongue. Her back arched, and she moaned, “Ahhh… Mohan… suck them… it’s been so long… no one’s touched them… uuuu… harder…” I squeezed the other boob, pinching the nipple. She screamed, “Eeee… yes… press them… feels so good…”
I moved down, pulling her saree up completely. Her black panty was soaked. I rubbed her pussy over it. She bucked her hips, “Ahhh… Mohan… touch there… please… uuuu…” I slid her panty off. Her pussy was pink, wet, and clean. I touched her clit, rubbing gently. She screamed, “Ahhh… yes… there… harder… Mohan… your finger feels so good…” I slid one finger inside, moving it in and out. Her pussy was tight and hot. She begged, “Uuuu… put two fingers… finger me hard… I’ll die…” I added another finger, fucking her fast. She pulled my hair, her breaths heavy.
I took off my pants. My 7.5-inch cock was rock hard, precum shining on the tip. Chachi saw it and said, “Ahhh… Mohan… such a thick cock… put it in my pussy… I’m thirsty…” But I first rubbed my cock on her lips. She understood, saying, “Yes… I’ll suck it…” She took it in her mouth, licking the tip, taking it deep. I moaned, “Uuuu… chachi… you’re sucking so good… take it deeper…” She gave a sloppy blowjob, saliva dripping. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth.
Then I pulled out and rubbed my cock on her pussy, teasing her clit with the tip. She squirmed, “Ahhh… Mohan… don’t tease… put it in… tear my pussy apart…” I slowly pushed inside. Her pussy was so tight that when half my cock went in, she screamed, “Ahhh… ufff… maa… I’m dying… your cock’s too thick…” I pushed harder, my full cock inside. She cried out in pain, “Uuuu… Mohan… slow… my pussy will tear…” But she didn’t stop, begging, “Yes… now fuck me… hard… rip my thirsty pussy apart…”
I started thrusting, slow at first, then faster. The thap-thap-thap sound echoed in the room. Chachi screamed, “Ahhh… yes… harder… uuuu… Mohan… it’s going so deep… fuck me…” I put her legs on my shoulders in missionary, pounding deep. Her pussy clenched around me. She came twice, saying, “Ahhh… I’m done… Mohan… you showed me heaven…” I said, “Chachi, keep it low, mom might hear… let me fuck… I’m thirsty too…”
Then I switched positions, putting her in doggy style. I entered from behind, slapping her ass hard. She screamed, “Ahhh… yes… fuck me from behind… spank my ass… uuuu… feels so good…” I grabbed her hair, pulling as I thrust hard. The thap-thap sound got louder. She begged, “Eeee… Mohan… tear my pussy… harder… I’m your slut…” I fucked her even faster. Her pussy was dripping wet. She came again, her hips trembling.
Now I was about to cum. I asked, “Chachi, where should I finish?” She begged, “Fill my pussy with all your cum… flood me…” I got wild, thrusting harder. She screamed, “Ahhh… yes… deeper… tear me apart… uuuu…” I slammed my full cock inside, so hard she screamed, “Ufff… Mohan… I’m dead… so deep… ahhh…” I came, emptying all my cum in her pussy. I collapsed on her, playing with her boobs.
Ten minutes later, she said, “Mohan, I’ll keep the door open tonight. Come at 11. Fuck me all night.” I said, “Yes, chachi, we’ll fuck all night. I’ll tear your pussy and ass.” I kissed her and went home, waiting for the night.
Friends, since then, I fuck chachi every night I get the chance, quenching both our thirsts. I’ve stretched her pussy and ass wide. Sometimes I fill her mouth with my hot cum.
What did you think of this story? Please comment. Would you like to fuck a chachi like this?