Hey there, I’m Sam, 22 years old, now settled in Bharuch after moving from Vadodara. This story takes me back to when I was 18, during a scorching summer vacation spent at my uncle’s house in a quiet little village. The village was a world away from the city’s hustle—open fields stretching endlessly, the scent of earth and grass in the air, old mud-walled houses with creaky wooden doors, and a stillness that wrapped you up like a warm blanket. I loved it there, the simplicity, the rawness of it all. What I’m about to share is a wild, dirty tale that’ll leave you hot and bothered, a peek into a secret world I stumbled upon.
It all kicked off when I was staying at my uncle Hitesh’s place. Hitesh was 28, a big, burly guy with a slight beer belly, but his sly, mischievous grin told you he was always up to something. He had this loud, booming laugh that echoed through the village, and he always carried condoms in his pocket, like he was ready for action anytime, anywhere. His sister, my aunt Deepti, was 23, slim as a reed, with a petite frame—small, perky 30-inch tits, a tiny waist, and a tight 32-inch ass. She wore glasses that gave her a nerdy, almost innocent vibe, but her eyes had this spark, like she was hiding a naughty secret. She usually lounged around in jeans and a T-shirt, her slim figure hugged perfectly by the tight fabric, or sometimes a salwar-kameez that made her look even sexier with how it clung to her curves. They lived across from each other, being my mom’s cousins, and I got along great with Deepti. She was fun, always up for a laugh, playing cards or ludo with me, her giggles lighting up the room.
One sweltering afternoon, the village was dead quiet, the kind of heat that makes you feel like the air itself is melting. Everyone at home was sprawled out, snoring through their afternoon naps. I was restless, the city boy in me not used to this sleepy rhythm. Bored out of my mind, I decided to sneak over to Deepti’s place to hang out. The house looked empty from the outside, the sun beating down on the dusty courtyard. I slipped inside, the cool shade of the living room a relief. My grandparents were passed out on old mattresses, their snores rumbling like a distant storm. A rickety ceiling fan spun lazily above, barely stirring the air. I checked the rooms one by one, expecting to find Deepti maybe reading or napping, but every room was empty, filled only with the musty smell of old furniture and dust.
Then, as I wandered toward the back of the house, I heard it—faint moans, soft and rhythmic, coming from the storage room. It was a cluttered space, packed with junk—broken chairs, rusted pots, stacks of old newspapers, and a creaky wooden table that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. The moans grew louder, mixed with a steady slap-slap sound. My heart started racing. I crept closer, my sneakers silent on the cracked floor, and peeked through a small gap in the warped wooden door. What I saw hit me like a punch to the gut.
Deepti was bent over that old table, her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles, her T-shirt pushed up to her slim waist, exposing her smooth, pale skin. Hitesh stood behind her, his pants down, his thick, veiny cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each pump made her ass jiggle, the slap of his hips against her echoing in the dusty room. Deepti’s glasses were slipping down her nose, her face flushed, her lips parted as she moaned, “Ohhh… fuck, Hitesh… deeper…” Her voice was low, desperate, dripping with need. Hitesh’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Fuck, Deepti, your pussy’s so damn tight,” he growled, his voice rough with lust as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her harder, making her body rock forward with each thrust.
I stood there, frozen, my breath caught in my throat, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. I’d never seen anything like this—raw, primal, and so fucking hot. The way Deepti’s small tits bounced under her shirt, the way her ass pushed back against Hitesh’s relentless thrusts, the way they were both lost in their own world of pleasure—it was intoxicating. The table groaned under their weight, dust falling from its edges with every slam. Deepti’s moans grew louder, “Harder, Hitesh… fuck me harder… rip my pussy apart…” Hitesh’s face was red, sweat dripping down his forehead, his grunts mixing with her cries. “You love this cock, don’t you, Deepti? Take it all…” he rasped, his hips a blur as he pounded her.
My head was spinning, my body buzzing with a mix of shock and arousal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Hitesh’s thrusts grew frantic, his hands sliding up to grab her shoulders, pulling her back onto his cock with every pump. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, his voice thick with need. Deepti’s moans turned into desperate cries, “Yes… cum in me… fuck…” With a final, deep thrust, Hitesh let out a loud, “Ohhh, shit…” and came hard, his body shuddering as he filled her. Deepti’s body trembled, her own climax hitting as she gasped, “Fuuuck…” They stayed locked together, panting, his hands caressing her back, her head resting on the table, glasses fogged up. After a moment, they pulled apart, adjusting their clothes, and I bolted to the porch, my heart pounding like a drum.
A few minutes later, Deepti strolled out, her face still flushed, her glasses back in place, looking like nothing had happened. “Hey, Sam, when’d you get here?” she asked with a casual smile, her voice sweet but with that same spark in her eyes. “Just now,” I mumbled, my mind still reeling. We sat and chatted, her sipping water from an old steel glass, talking about random village gossip like nothing had happened. But I couldn’t focus—those images were burned into my brain, every moan, every thrust replaying in my head. I left soon after, my body still buzzing, my cock still half-hard. That night, I barely slept, the scene looping in my mind, fueling a restless, horny energy I didn’t know how to handle.
The next day, I was back at it, drawn to their house like a moth to a flame. I didn’t even know why, but I needed to see more. I snuck through the back door, my heart racing with anticipation, but Deepti wasn’t there. I caught sight of her slipping out the front, heading toward Vicky’s house nearby. Vicky’s sister, Dimpy, 19, was Deepti’s best friend, but the village rumors about her were wild—people called her a slut, whispering about her late-night escapades. Dimpy was curvy, with heavy 36-inch tits, a thick, juicy 36-inch ass, and a slightly chubby waist that only made her sexier. She always wore tight tops and pants that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
I followed Deepti, keeping low, my sneakers crunching softly on the gravel path. Vicky’s house was small—just a single room and a tiny kitchen, with peeling paint and a rusty tin roof. I crept to the back window, my pulse pounding, and peeked inside. My jaw hit the floor. Hitesh was already there, sprawled on a creaky bed with Dimpy under him. Her tight top was pushed up, her pants around her knees, her big tits bouncing as Hitesh fucked her hard, his thick cock slamming into her wet pussy. The slap-slap of their bodies was loud, her moans filling the room, “Ohhh, Hitesh, your cock’s so fucking big… fuck me…” Her heavy ass jiggled with every thrust, her face twisted in pleasure. Hitesh’s hands roamed her curves, squeezing her massive tits as he growled, “Your pussy’s a fucking dream, Dimpy… so wet for me…”
Just then, Deepti walked in, her eyes gleaming with that same naughty spark. She plopped down on an old wooden chair, watching them like it was a private show. Hitesh flipped Dimpy over, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, her thick thighs spread wide as she sank onto his cock, riding him hard. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her moans loud and desperate, “Fuck, yes… keep going… fuck my pussy…” Her huge tits bounced wildly, the bed creaking so loud I thought it’d collapse. Hitesh grabbed her ass, slapping it hard, making her yelp, “You like that, huh? Take this cock…” Deepti just watched, her lips curled in a sly smile, her fingers tapping the chair like she was enjoying every second.
Hitesh’s breathing got heavier, his face contorted with pleasure. “Shit, Dimpy, I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, his thrusts wild. Dimpy rode him harder, her ass slamming down on his cock, “Cum in me, Hitesh… fuck…” With a loud grunt, he came, pulling her tight against his chest, her body shaking as she climaxed too. They collapsed, panting, sweat dripping down their bodies. Deepti gave a soft clap, smirking like she’d just watched a masterpiece. Hitesh got up, tossed the condom in a corner, pulled up his pants, and headed to the bathroom. I ducked behind a tree, my heart racing. Dimpy fixed her clothes, her face glowing with satisfaction, and followed him out.
Minutes later, Vicky, 20, strolled in, his lean frame moving with confidence. Without a word, he grabbed Deepti and started kissing her hard, their tongues tangling in a hungry, desperate makeout. Hitesh and Dimpy settled back on the chair, watching like they were at a live porn show. Vicky and Deepti stumbled to the bed, tearing at each other’s clothes. Deepti yanked off his shirt, then his boxers, revealing his big, dark cock, the tip glistening. She stroked it slowly, her fingers wrapping around its thickness, then kissed it, her lips lingering on the head before sucking it deep, her glasses fogging up. “Fuck, Vicky, you’re so fucking huge…” she murmured, her voice dripping with lust. She peeled off her panties, her pussy already wet, and climbed on top of him.
She rode him like a woman possessed, her small tits bouncing under her T-shirt, her moans loud and raw, “Ohhh, fuck me, Vicky… harder… fuck my pussy…” Vicky grabbed her ass, thrusting up to meet her, their bodies slapping together. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Deepti,” he growled, ripping off her bra to pinch her hard nipples. Her moans filled the room, “Yes… fuck my cunt… don’t stop…” The bed rocked under them, the headboard banging against the wall.
Meanwhile, Hitesh, hard again from watching, pulled Dimpy onto his lap on the chair. He slid on a condom, tore off her top and pants, and sat her on his cock, her big tits bouncing in my direction as she rode him. “Ohhh, Hitesh… fuck me deep…” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. His hands gripped her waist and one of her massive tits, guiding her up and down, the chair creaking dangerously. “Take it, Dimpy… ride that cock,” he grunted, slapping her ass hard, making her scream, “Harder, you bastard…”
Back on the bed, Vicky flipped Deepti onto her hands and knees, her glasses nearly falling off as he slammed into her from behind. She screamed, “Fuck! It’s so fucking deep…” as he pounded her, his hands gripping her hips so tight they left red marks. “Take it, Deepti… fuck, you’re so good,” he growled, his cock stretching her pussy with every thrust. She pushed back, matching his rhythm, crying, “Yes… tear my pussy apart… fuck me…” Her moans were wild, her body trembling with every slam.
Hitesh stood, carrying Dimpy to the wall, her hands braced against it as he fucked her from behind. Her thick ass shook with each thrust, her moans echoing, “Ohhh, Hitesh… you’re killing me… fuck my cunt…” His hands squeezed her big tits, his fingers pinching her nipples hard as he growled, “Cum for me, Dimpy… you love this cock…” The room was a symphony of moans, slaps, and creaking furniture, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
Vicky’s groans grew louder, “Fuck, Deepti, I’m cumming…” He slammed into her one last time, his body shaking as he came, collapsing on her back, both of them panting like they’d run a marathon. Deepti’s body shuddered, her own climax hitting as she gasped, “Ohhh, fuck…” Hitesh wasn’t far behind, his thrusts frantic as he roared, “Dimpy… fuck…” and came hard, slumping back to the chair. Dimpy slid to the floor, her legs trembling, her face flushed and sweaty.
After a few minutes, Hitesh and Deepti got dressed and left, their laughter echoing as they stepped out into the courtyard. Vicky was still sprawled on the bed, passed out, his chest rising and falling. Dimpy got up, fixed her clothes, and headed to the bathroom, her hips swaying. I slipped away, my mind a whirlwind, my body buzzing with what I’d seen. I couldn’t shake it—the raw, filthy passion, the way they fucked without a care, the way the village hid these dirty secrets behind its quiet facade.
From that day, I was hooked. I started lurking around their houses, sneaking through backyards, hiding behind trees, hoping to catch another glimpse of their wild, forbidden fuckfest. The village wasn’t just peaceful anymore—it was a playground of lust, and I couldn’t get enough.