My name is Radhika Rajput, and my body—38-28-34—turns heads wherever I go. My fair skin, full breasts, and tight ass make the boys in my village drool, but my heart belongs to one guy: Rahul, my boyfriend and neighbor. His chiseled physique, deep eyes, and that naughty smirk drive me wild. We’ve been together for two years, fucking whenever we could steal a moment, but nothing compares to the experience I’m about to share. It was the wildest, most unforgettable fuck of my life, and even now, thinking about it makes my pussy wet.
This happened during my 12th-grade board exams. Our small village in Rajasthan is a dusty, quiet place with barely any buses and roads so rough they rattle your bones. The exam center was in a small town 20 kilometers away, and getting there meant relying on whatever transport we could find. My dad owned an old Hero Honda motorcycle, his pride and joy, and he’d take me and Rahul to the exam center every day. Rahul’s family was close to ours, and Dad treated him like a son, so it was natural for him to tag along.
It was the day of our final exam, and I was buzzing with a mix of relief and excitement. The pressure of exams was finally over, and Rahul’s flirty glances all morning had set my body on fire. That morning, on the way to the center, Rahul sat behind me on the bike, his hands brushing my waist, sending sparks through my skin. His warm breath grazed my neck as he whispered dirty things, and I could feel my panties getting damp. I shot him a warning look, but his mischievous grin only made me want him more. With Dad driving in front, we had to behave, but the tension between us was electric.
The exam ended at 4 PM, and we stepped out of the school, laughing and dreaming of freedom. But as we reached the bike, Dad tried to start it, and the engine sputtered and died with a pathetic whine. He cursed under his breath, kicking the tire, and started tinkering with the engine. Rahul and I wandered to a nearby tree for shade, the late afternoon sun still blazing. Standing there, Rahul grabbed my hand, his fingers tracing my palm. “Radhika,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “I want to fuck you so bad tonight.” My breath hitched, and heat pooled between my thighs. “You’re crazy,” I giggled, glancing at Dad, who was cursing the bike. “Dad’s right there.” But my body was already betraying me, my pussy throbbing at the thought of Rahul’s cock.
It took Dad two and a half hours to fix the bike. By the time it roared to life, it was 7:30 PM, and dusk had settled over the town. Stars speckled the sky, and a cool breeze carried the scent of dust and wildflowers. Dad told us to hop on quick, and I slid into the middle, legs on either side of the seat, with Rahul pressed close behind me. His thighs hugged mine, and I could feel the heat of his body through my salwar kameez. As the bike sped off, the wind whipped my dupatta, and Rahul caught it, using it as an excuse to wrap his arm around my waist. His touch was like fire, and my skin tingled with anticipation.
A few minutes into the ride, Rahul’s fingers started wandering. He traced slow circles on my waist, then slid his hand higher, brushing the underside of my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly, straining against my bra. I turned my head slightly, whispering, “Rahul, stop, Dad will see.” But he just chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. “He’s focused on the road, baby. Let me play.” His hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently, and a soft moan escaped my lips. The bike hit a bump, jolting us, and Rahul used the moment to pinch my nipple through my kameez. My pussy clenched, already soaking my panties.
Emboldened, Rahul’s hand slid lower, tugging at the waistband of my salwar. The drawstring was tied tight, and his fingers fumbled, unable to slip inside. I could feel his frustration, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants. My own need was overwhelming—my pussy was aching for his touch. Glancing at Dad, who was focused on navigating the potholed road, I discreetly loosened the drawstring. Rahul’s hand dove inside, slipping under my panties, and his fingers found my wet pussy. He groaned softly as he stroked my clit, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. “Fuck, Radhika, you’re so wet,” he whispered. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my moans as he fingered me, the bike’s vibrations amplifying every sensation.
I couldn’t resist anymore. Reaching back, I rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling its thick, pulsing length. Rahul unzipped his fly, freeing his rock-hard dick, and guided my hand to it. His cock was hot and heavy, the veins throbbing under my fingers. I stroked him slowly, loving how he twitched in my grip. The risk of Dad catching us only made it hotter. Rahul’s fingers were relentless, fucking my pussy with slow, deep thrusts, while my hand jerked his cock in rhythm. The bike hit another pothole, and his fingers plunged deeper, making me gasp. My body was on fire, every nerve screaming for more.
Then Rahul upped the stakes. He leaned forward, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, rubbing against the fabric of my salwar. The sensation drove me wild, and my pussy begged to be filled. I couldn’t take it anymore. With a quick glance to ensure Dad was oblivious, I lifted my hips slightly, tugging my salwar and panties down to my thighs. The cool night air hit my bare pussy and ass, sending a shiver through me. Rahul grabbed my hips, lifting me just enough to position his cock at my entrance. The bike hit a rough patch, and with a sudden jolt, his cockhead pushed inside my pussy. I stifled a cry, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming as his thick shaft stretched me.
Rahul held my hips, guiding me down until his entire cock was buried in my pussy. My walls gripped him tightly, and every bump in the road drove him deeper. The bike’s motion turned our fuck into something primal, each jolt pushing his cock against my G-spot. I rocked my hips subtly, fucking him back, my ass grinding against his pelvis. Rahul’s hands roamed to my breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers twisting my nipples through my kameez. “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he growled in my ear, his voice thick with lust. I was lost in the sensation, my body trembling as he fucked me on the moving bike.
The road’s uneven surface became our ally, each pothole sending his cock slamming into me. My pussy was dripping, my juices coating his shaft and trickling onto his thighs. Rahul’s fingers found my clit again, rubbing it in furious circles as he fucked me. The dual assault was too much—I felt an orgasm building, my body tightening around his cock. “Rahul, I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, my voice shaking. He thrust harder, his cock pounding my pussy with relentless force. The bike hit a deep rut, and the jolt sent me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, my pussy clenching around his cock as I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, and I slumped against him, panting.
But Rahul wasn’t done. He gripped my hips tighter, fucking me with deep, urgent thrusts. His cock swelled inside me, and I knew he was close. “Radhika, I’m gonna cum in your pussy,” he groaned. I nodded, too lost in the moment to care about the consequences. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried his cock deep and erupted, his hot cum flooding my pussy. The warmth of his release triggered another small orgasm, and I moaned softly, my body shuddering. We stayed locked together for a moment, his cock pulsing inside me, until he slowly pulled out, my pussy dripping with our combined juices.
We were still a few kilometers from the village. I quickly pulled up my salwar and panties, the fabric sticking to my wet thighs. Rahul zipped up, and we adjusted ourselves, sitting as if nothing had happened. Dad, oblivious, kept driving, the bike’s rumble masking our heavy breathing. Rahul squeezed my hand, and I glanced back, catching his satisfied smirk. I returned a shy smile, my body still buzzing from the most insane fuck of my life.
That night, as I lay in bed, my pussy still throbbed with the memory of Rahul’s cock. The thrill of fucking on a speeding bike, with Dad just inches away, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was reckless, dangerous, and absolutely fucking perfect. I’ll never forget that wild ride, and I know Rahul won’t either.