Friends, your boy Ashu is back with another story that I had only dreamed of, but it became a reality right before my eyes. This story is close to my heart because it’s about the most beautiful woman in my life, Sneha Bhabhi, whom I painted with my love and passion.
My name is Ashu, and I’m a 22-year-old, well-built guy. When I finished school and moved to the city for college, I started living at my friend Rajesh’s house. During that time, I got close to Rajesh’s family. I ended up sleeping with his mom, Urmila Bhabhi, and his sister, Rimi. But my eyes were always on the stunning woman living next door—Sneha Bhabhi.
The first time I saw Sneha Bhabhi, my heart caught fire. She was 22, fair, delicate, and so gorgeous that just one glance at her made my cock strain against my pants. Her figure was a perfect 34-28-36, and the way she walked, with her hips swaying, could drive any man wild. She had a small mole near her lips that made her beauty even more irresistible. But Sneha Bhabhi was very shy. Whenever she saw me, she’d lower her head and rush back into her house.
Sneha Bhabhi had been married for two years. Her husband, who was around 40-41, worked in the same office as Rajesh’s dad. Both men were heavy drinkers and would come home late at night. In the early days of her marriage, Sneha Bhabhi’s husband had sex with her maybe once or twice a month, but after their daughter was born, he stopped touching her altogether. Sneha Bhabhi’s youthful desires were evident in her eyes, but her husband didn’t care about her or her needs.
Sneha Bhabhi shared all her pain with Urmila Bhabhi. When I started getting close to Urmila Bhabhi, she told me about Sneha Bhabhi’s situation. Hearing this, my mind lit up with possibilities. If Sneha Bhabhi was so desperate, I could be the one to quench her thirst. But she wouldn’t even talk to me, so I asked Urmila Bhabhi for help.
Urmila Bhabhi laughed and said, “If you manage to fuck Sneha, it’ll fulfill that poor girl’s burning desires. But don’t forget about us!” I assured her that she and Rimi would always be special to me. Then Urmila Bhabhi and Rimi teamed up to bring Sneha Bhabhi closer to me. They started praising me to her every day, talking about my playful nature and youthful energy. Slowly, Sneha Bhabhi’s attitude changed. She stopped running away when she saw me and even started smiling.
One day, Urmila Bhabhi suggested to Sneha Bhabhi that she could sleep with someone outside her marriage. At first, Sneha Bhabhi was scared because she was terrified of her husband. But Urmila Bhabhi’s words awakened her hidden desires. Then, one day, Urmila Bhabhi introduced me to Sneha Bhabhi. That was the first time we talked. She spoke with her head down, blushing. After that meeting, whenever I saw her alone, I’d tease her lightly. Gradually, she started joking around with me.
One day, Urmila Bhabhi asked Sneha Bhabhi, “What do you think of Ashu? If you want, I can set him up with you!” Sneha Bhabhi got nervous at first but then smiled and left. For the past seven or eight months, her pussy had been burning with need, and Urmila Bhabhi’s words had fanned that fire. Hearing this, I was over the moon.
Then, one day, I gathered my courage and went to her house. Her husband had left for the office, and her daughter was asleep. As soon as she saw me, Sneha Bhabhi knew Urmila Bhabhi had sent me. I started with small talk, then grabbed her hand. She got scared, pulled her hand away, and ran to the bedroom. I followed her and pulled her into my arms. Her breathing was heavy, and she was a bit panicked. I sat her down on the sofa and explained, “Sneha Bhabhi, you’re not doing anything wrong. It’s your right to enjoy your youth. I won’t tell anyone, and I’ll give you all the love you deserve.”
My words calmed her down a bit. Then I touched her cheeks and slowly pressed my lips against hers. Her breath was warm, and there was a strange spark in her eyes. I started pressing her full breasts over her blouse. Sneha Bhabhi’s daughter was still breastfeeding, so her boobs were so juicy and soft that they barely fit in my hands. Her fair skin, the mole near her lips, and her deep eyes were driving me crazy.
I looked into her eyes and started kissing her. Her lips were like rose petals, full of nectar. Our tongues collided, and I swirled mine in her mouth, savoring her taste. We kissed for about 15 minutes. Sneha Bhabhi said, “From today, call me just Sneha. Don’t say Bhabhi; it feels better.” Her words sent a surge of excitement through me.
I laid Sneha on the sofa and began unbuttoning her blouse one by one. She was wearing a white bra, and her brown nipples were clearly visible through it. I started sucking her boobs over the bra. Then I unhooked her bra, and her juicy tits spilled out. As soon as I took her nipple in my mouth, a stream of milk filled my mouth. I drank it, and Sneha’s moans made my cock rock hard.
Just then, her daughter woke up and started crying. Sneha got up, lay on the bed, and began breastfeeding her. I lay behind her, running my hand over her waist. After her daughter fell asleep, Sneha put her in the cradle and rested her head on my chest. She started sharing her sorrows, “Even on my wedding night, my husband came to the room drunk. His breath reeked of alcohol. He lifted my veil, and without fully undressing me, he pulled down my panties and started fucking me. It was my first time, and it hurt so much. But he was too drunk to care. After 10-12 minutes, he came inside me and passed out. I was in pain all night. Then I got pregnant quickly, and after that, he never touched me.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. I kissed her forehead and said, “Don’t worry, Sneha. I’ll give you the pleasure you’ve never had.” I pulled her on top of me and started sucking her boobs again. Sneha began stroking my cock through my pants. I stripped her clothes off. As her saree and petticoat came off, I saw stitches on her stomach. She explained that her daughter was born via C-section. This made me even more excited because her pussy would still be tight.
Sneha was wearing red panties. I pulled them off, revealing her pussy with light brown hair. Her fair skin made the hair look so beautiful that from a distance, you wouldn’t even notice it. I ran my hand over her pussy, and Sneha moaned, “Ahh… shhh…” Her pussy was dripping wet, and its pink walls were calling to me. I started licking her pussy. The taste of her juicy cunt melted in my mouth. Sneha grabbed my hair and pressed my face into her pussy. Her moans grew louder, “Ahh… what are you doing… shhh…!”
I licked her pussy until she screamed and came, her hot juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it all up. Sneha said no one had ever licked her pussy before. Then I asked her to suck my cock. She refused at first, as she’d never even sucked her husband’s cock. After a lot of convincing, she agreed. I told her, “Suck it like an ice cream, and move it in and out of your mouth.” Sneha took my cock in her mouth and started sucking it like chocolate. Her awkward sucking style drove me wild. She turned my cock into a steel rod.
Then I laid Sneha on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was so tight that even after spreading her legs fully, its opening stayed closed. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and rubbed my cock against them. Sneha was so sensitive that every touch made her moan. I held her pussy open with one hand and guided my cock inside with the other. But her pussy was so tight that my cock kept slipping. Sneha screamed with every thrust, “Ahh… slowly… it hurts!”
I lay on top of her and sealed her lips with mine. I spit on my cock for lubrication and pushed hard. Half my cock went inside her pussy. Sneha writhed in pain and dug her nails into my shoulders. Her pussy was so tight that my cock felt stuck. I started thrusting slowly. Sneha’s moans were a mix of pain and pleasure. Then I gave a powerful thrust, and my entire cock sank deep into her pussy.
Sneha screamed, and blood started dripping from her pussy. I realized her husband had never fucked her properly. Her pussy was still almost virgin. I started kissing her, sucking her boobs, and fucking her slowly. Tears streamed from Sneha’s eyes, but she stayed with me. She ran her hands over my back, and her moans began turning into pleasure.
We were both lost in the heat of fucking. Her pussy gripped my cock like it never wanted to let go. I fucked her like that for about 15 minutes. Then I asked her to turn over. Sneha didn’t know you could take a cock in the ass. She said, “Not my ass, just my pussy. The ass is too small; your big cock will kill me.” I convinced her, “Try it once. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again.”
She finally agreed. I applied Vaseline to her asshole and slid my fingers in and out. I put some on my cock too and spread her ass cheeks to ease my cock inside. Her ass was so tight that only the tip went in with difficulty. Sneha screamed, “Ahh… take it out… it hurts!” I kissed her back, squeezed her boobs, and slowly pushed further. With one hard thrust, my entire cock buried itself in her ass.
Her ass walls clamped around my cock. The Vaseline made it slick, and my cock slid in and out with a “puch-puch” sound. I started fucking her slowly, then increased my speed. Sneha was screaming, but she started enjoying it. I fucked her ass for 20 minutes, then sat her on the edge of the sofa. One of her legs was on the floor, the other on my shoulder. I grabbed her thigh and plunged my cock into her pussy.
I fucked her so hard that my cock hit the depths of her pussy. Sneha leaned back on the sofa, moaning, “Ahh… harder…!” Then I lifted her in my arms and fucked her standing up. Sneha wrapped her arms around my neck. I sat on the sofa, placed her on my cock, and fucked her from below. Her back was to me. I grabbed her boobs and fucked her hard. In that position, I pulled my cock from her pussy and shoved it into her ass again.
My cock went all the way to the root in her ass. My thighs slapped against her buttocks, making a “fatak-fatak” sound that echoed in the room. I slid a hand to her pussy and fingered her while fucking her ass. Sneha was now enjoying it fully. She bounced up and down on my cock. Then I laid her on the bed, made her suck my cock again, spread her legs, and rammed my cock into her pussy.
Sneha was a vision of sexiness. Her eyes were half-closed, and she was moaning in ecstasy. I squeezed her boobs, kissed her lips, and pounded her pussy with powerful thrusts. Sneha had already cum five or six times. Her pussy juices had soaked the bed, the sofa, and the floor. My cock hair and her pussy hair were drenched. When I was about to cum, I lay on top of her and thrust harder. Sneha was close to cumming again too.
We were both screaming. Her hot pussy juices hit my cock, and at that moment, my cum started shooting out. I thrust hard, unloading all my cum deep inside her pussy. We clung to each other tightly. I kept thrusting until the last drop was out. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her. Sneha wrapped her arms around me.
After a while, I kissed her forehead and pulled my cock out. With a “fuch” sound, my cum, her juices, and a bit of blood spilled from her pussy. We went to the bathroom, cleaned each other thoroughly, and then lay back on the bed. Sneha rested her head on my chest. She said, “I never knew fucking could feel this good. If it weren’t for you, my youth would’ve gone to waste. From today, I’m your wife. Everything I do for my husband, I’ll do for you.”
Tears filled her eyes. I said, “Don’t cry, Sneha. You’re my responsibility now.” That’s how our love story began. Every night, I went to her house and fucked her. I’d return home by 5 a.m. During the day, I fucked Urmila Bhabhi, and on holidays, I fucked both Rimi and Urmila Bhabhi together. This became my daily routine.
A month later, Sneha got pregnant. With Urmila Bhabhi’s help, we got an abortion since her daughter was still young. Then she started taking birth control pills. When her daughter turned three, they sent her to Sneha’s parents’ house. This gave us even more time to fuck. Two years later, Sneha had a son, and I was the father.
As long as I was in that city, I kept fucking Sneha. Even now, we talk on the phone. Whenever I visit my village, I take Sneha to a hotel and fuck her. She’s gotten a bit chubbier, but she’s even more beautiful now. This was the story of my fucking Sneha Bhabhi. Let me know how you liked it so I can tell Sneha too.