I still get hard thinking about that afternoon in Nagpur. This desi chudai sex story is pure what happened when my friend Manoj was stuck at the factory and I walked into his flat thinking nothing. I am Deepak, twenty nine, work in sales, nothing special. Manoj and me go back years from the old colony. He got married last year to Poonam and they took a two room flat near the ring road. That day he messaged me saying yaar come drop those spare parts I left at your place, Poonam is home she will take them. Simple job. I went around two when the sun was cooking the road.
I pressed the bell and waited. Door opened and there she stood in a thin yellow nighty, hair loose, no bra from what I could see. Sweat on her neck. She said come inside Deepak bhaiya so hot outside na. I stepped in and the cooler was on full but still sticky. She took the bag and put it on the table then asked you want water or chai. I said water is fine. She brought a glass and sat opposite me on the sofa, nighty riding up her thick thighs. I tried not to stare but her heavy breasts were shifting every time she moved and the cloth stuck to her stomach.
We talked some boring things about Manoj overtime and how the flat rent is high. Then she suddenly said I feel so bored whole day alone, body feels restless in this heat. I laughed awkward and said go watch serials or something. She looked straight at me and said serials not helping, something else needed. Her foot brushed my leg like accident but stayed. I felt my cock twitch hard inside pants. She noticed and smiled slow. She said Manoj leaves early comes late, sometimes I touch myself but fingers not enough. My throat went dry. I said Poonam this is not right talk. She stood up and the nighty stuck between her legs showing the dark outline of her chut. She said lock is already done, nobody coming till night.
Reaching The Flat On That Hot Day
I should have left. Instead I stayed glued. She came closer, put her hand on my shoulder and bent so her boobs almost spilled out. She said you always look at me when you visit with Manoj, I notice. I want that lund inside me today. My brain shorted. I pulled her by the waist and kissed her rough, tasting the salt on her lips. She moaned into my mouth and grabbed my cock through the pant, squeezing hard. I pushed her against the wall and yanked the nighty up. No panty. Her chut was already shiny wet, thick black bush trimmed a bit in middle. I rubbed two fingers on her slit and she jerked, saying haan just like that, jaldi.
I dropped my pant and underwear in one go. My cock sprang out thick and dark, veins popping. She stared and said bada hai yaar, Manoj ka chhota padta hai iske saamne. I spat on it and rubbed the head on her clit. She was dripping. I bent my knees and shoved half inside in one push. Her eyes went wide and she cursed madarchod itna mota. I did not stop. I gripped her ass cheeks and slammed the rest in till my balls slapped her. Her chut was hot and tight, gripping like it wanted to milk me already. I started fucking her standing, hard strokes that made her whole body bounce and the wall thump.
She wrapped one leg around me and dug nails in my back. I bit her neck and kept pounding. Juice was running down both our thighs. After some minutes I pulled out, turned her around, bent her at the waist and pushed back in from behind. Her gaand was round and soft, I slapped it red while ramming. She was saying harder Deepak, tod do isko aaj. I reached under and pinched her nipples through the nighty then ripped the cloth down so her big brown boobs hung free and swung with every thrust. I grabbed them both and used them like handles to pull her back onto my cock.
The cooler noise covered her loud moans. I fucked her like that till my legs burned then dragged her to the bedroom. Bed was unmade. I threw her on it face down, pulled her hips up and went back into that soaked chut. Doggy style I went animal. Skin slapping loud, her face buried in pillow shouting rakh mat, poora daal. I spit on her gaand hole and rubbed my thumb there while cock wrecked her pussy. She pushed back wild. I felt her start to shake and her walls clamp. She came hard, legs trembling, wetness squirting a bit onto the sheet. I did not stop. I kept drilling through her orgasm till she was babbling nonsense.
The Fucking Got Totally Out Of Hand
I flipped her on her back, pushed her knees to her chest and folded her almost double. That angle let me go deepest. My cock head was hitting something soft inside and she screamed harami itna andar. Sweat poured off both of us. Her tits flopped everywhere. I leaned down and sucked one nipple hard while slamming. She pulled my hair and said cum inside, bhar de. I was close but wanted more. I pulled out, crawled up and shoved my cock in her mouth. She gagged but took it, saliva running down her chin as I fucked her face. She looked up with watery eyes and hollowed her cheeks like a randi who knows the job.
When I felt balls tighten I yanked out and flipped her again. This time I aimed for her tight gaand. I spat more, pressed the head and pushed slow. She clenched at first then breathed out and let me in. Inch by inch that hot ass swallowed me. Once fully in I stayed still letting her adjust then started short strokes. She was moaning different now, deeper. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast while my cock stretched her gaand. Soon she was pushing back again begging tezz kar. I gave her full hard strokes, watching that hole grip and pull. The bed creaked bad. I slapped her ass cheeks till they burned dark and kept railing her.
After long minutes I pulled out of her gaand and slammed back into her chut for the finish. Ten deep pumps and I exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her womb. She felt every spurt and clenched to hold it. I stayed buried till the last drop then collapsed on her. We lay panting, my cock still twitching inside. Cum started leaking out around my shaft onto the bed. She laughed weak and said ab main pregnant ho gayi toh. I said shut up and kissed her messy.
But we were not done. After water and five minutes rest she got on top. Her heavy body straddled me and she sank down on my half hard cock, making it rise full again inside her creamy mess. She rode slow at first, grinding her clit on my base, boobs swinging in my face. I sucked them and bit the undersides. Then she bounced hard, smacking down so my whole length disappeared. Her chut made wet filthy sounds. I held her hips and thrust up to meet her. She came again, body locking, face twisted. I rolled us without pulling out and took over, missionary brutal, legs over my shoulders, jackhammering till I filled her second time.
We moved to the floor after that because bed was soaked. She got on all fours on the cool tile and I fucked her from behind again, one hand twisting her hair, other spanking. I told her say you are my randi today. She repeated it between moans. I made her reach back and spread her own cheeks so I could watch both holes. When I got close third time I pulled out and painted her back and ass with thick white ropes. She stayed like that presenting while cum dripped down her crack.
How She Cleaned Me Up After
Later she cleaned my cock with her tongue slow and careful, licking every bit of mixed juices. I sat on the edge of bed and she knelt between my knees sucking me soft till I hardened one last time. Then she climbed on reverse cowgirl and I watched her fat gaand bounce while she worked my cock with her battered chut. I fingered her ass at the same time and she came shaking again. I finished by standing her against the mirror cupboard so she could see her own fucked face while I rutted deep and dumped the last load inside.
By then the clock showed almost six. She was limping a bit, nighty ruined, cum leaking down both legs when she walked. She made me tea like nothing and said next week Manoj has night shift again, come earlier. I dressed, cock sore, balls empty. Kissed her swollen mouth once and left with the empty bag. Outside the heat still hit but I felt lighter. Every time I visit now she finds a way if he is not around. Last time she sucked me in the kitchen while pressure cooker whistled. But that first afternoon was the rawest, when I learned how hungry her body stays locked in that flat. I still smell her on my fingers sometimes when I think about how wide she opened and how hard she took every inch without once asking me to slow.
Manoj talks about overtime and money problems same as always. I nod and keep quiet. Poonam texts me photos of her fingers in her chut when he sleeps. I save them and wait for the next empty afternoon. That day taught me some wives need proper hard fucking that husbands never give. I gave it full and she took it like she was starving years for it. My cock still jumps remembering her wet slap sounds and the way she cursed in pure Hindi while cumming on me. Nagpur heat and her body, perfect mix. I will wreck her again soon as chance comes.