The latch on that old shed door slammed hard and Jasleen already had her hands on my belt. Dust hung in the hot air and the smell of wheat sacks mixed with her sweat as she shoved me back against the wooden wall. Her husband had just left for the grain market in town and she wasted no time pulling me from the courtyard where I was helping stack bags. Come inside quick she muttered low and once we were in she locked it from inside.
I tried to say something about the workers still around but she slapped her palm over my mouth and yanked the belt open. No talking now Baljeet she said through her teeth just get this cock out before I change my mind. Her salwar was already loose at the waist and she shoved it down past her hips showing thick thighs and a dark patch of hair already wet. I had only come to Patiala to help with the harvest load for a couple days and now the farm owner’s wife was pulling my pant down to my knees like she owned the place and me with it.
Behind The Old Wheat Shed
She dropped to a squat right there on the dirt floor and grabbed my cock with both hands. It was already half hard from the way she had been staring at me all morning while we moved sacks and now she stroked it rough till it stood stiff and thick against her cheek. She spat on the head and rubbed the spit down the shaft then took me into her mouth without any slow start. Her lips stretched wide and she pushed forward till my tip hit the back of her throat. I groaned and my hands went to her hair which was still in a loose braid from the morning work. She sucked hard making wet sounds that filled the shed and every few seconds she pulled off to gasp and stroke me faster.
You taste like a real man she said looking up with spit running down her chin not like my soft husband who finishes in two minutes. Then she went back down deeper gagging a little but forcing herself lower till her nose pressed my stomach. I felt her throat squeeze and almost lost it right there but she pulled off and stood up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Clothes off now she ordered and started stripping her kameez over her head. Heavy breasts bounced free no bra just dark nipples already tight. She kicked the salwar away and stood naked except for her bangles that clinked when she moved.
I got the rest of my clothes off fast and she pushed me down onto a pile of empty jute sacks. The fabric scratched my back but I did not care because she climbed over me right away grinding her wet pussy along the length of my cock. She was dripping and hot and she reached down to line me up then sank down in one hard drop. We both made noise at that stretch. She was tight for a married woman who had kids but she took every inch till her ass sat on my thighs. Then she started riding like she was angry at something bouncing hard enough that her breasts slapped up and down and the shed floor creaked under us.
I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her but she slapped my hands away. I set the pace she growled and kept slamming down faster. Sweat ran between her breasts and dripped onto my chest. The air got thicker with the smell of sex and wheat dust. She leaned forward and braced her hands on my shoulders digging nails in while she rolled her hips in tight circles grinding her clit against me. Fuck that feels good she panted keep that cock hard for me. I could feel her walls gripping and fluttering already so close.
No Softness Left
She came first with a loud broken moan that she tried to muffle against my shoulder. Her pussy clamped down so hard I had to bite my lip to stop from finishing. She kept moving through it slow and deep milking every shake then she lifted off me dripping onto my stomach. Turn over she said voice rough and I rolled onto my hands and knees on the sacks. She moved behind me and I felt her fingers first slick with her own wetness rubbing over my hole. Wait what are you doing I started but she cut me off. Quiet she said I want to play and then one finger pushed inside slow but steady.
It burned at first but she worked it with spit and her own juices till she could add a second finger stretching me open while her other hand reached under and stroked my cock. Nobody ever touched me there before and the mix of shame and heat made me rock back against her hand. Good boy she laughed low then pulled her fingers out. I heard her spit again and then the blunt head of something harder pressed against me. She had found a smooth wooden handle from one of the old tools and she was easing it in slow. Breathe she told me and kept pushing till I was full and shaking.
She fucked me with that handle in steady strokes while jerking my cock at the same pace. I was dripping all over her hand and making noises I did not know I could make. When she finally pulled it out I felt empty and aching. She pushed me onto my back again and straddled my face. Lick it clean she ordered lowering her soaked pussy onto my mouth. I licked and sucked like she wanted tasting herself and the salt of her sweat while she ground down hard almost smothering me. Her thighs squeezed my head and she rode my tongue till she came again shaking and cursing under her breath.
Then she spun around and sank back onto my cock reverse so I could watch her thick ass bounce. She reached back and spread herself open showing everything while she slammed down. I spanked her cheeks hard leaving red marks and she moaned louder for it. Harder Baljeet she demanded so I gripped her waist and thrust up brutal meeting every drop. The shed filled with the wet slap of skin and our heavy breathing. Sweat stung my eyes. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast then clenched around me as another orgasm hit her. That finished me. I grabbed her hips and held her down while I pumped load after load deep inside her hot cunt. She stayed seated through it all rolling her hips to pull every drop out.
Floor Gets Completely Ruined
We stayed locked like that for a minute both panting. Then she lifted off and my cum started leaking down her thighs onto the sacks. She scooped some on her fingers and pushed it back into her pussy then licked the rest off her hand watching me the whole time. Round two she said simple and dropped to her knees again taking my half-soft cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked cleaning her juices and my cum off me till I hardened again against her tongue. It did not take long with the way she hollowed her cheeks and hummed around me.
She bent over a low stack of full wheat bags presenting her ass and dripping pussy. I stood behind her and slammed back in balls deep. This angle let me go deeper and I fucked her without holding back hips cracking against her ass. She pushed back meeting every thrust and the bags shifted under her weight. One of her hands braced on the wall the other reached under to play with her clit again. Talk dirty she gasped tell me how it feels. Your pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go I managed between thrusts so fucking wet and hot I could live inside it. She cursed and came hard again squirting a little down my balls and legs.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the dirty floor right there. Dust stuck to her sweaty skin but she just spread her legs wider and pulled me down. I hooked her knees over my elbows and drove in deep pounding fast. Her breasts bounced with every thrust and she raked nails down my back hard enough to leave lines. Cum inside again she begged fill me up I want to feel it drip all day while I cook for him. That dirty talk pushed me over. I buried deep and unloaded a second thick load groaning into her neck while her legs locked around me.
After that we slowed but did not stop completely. She stroked me back to life with oily hands from a small bottle she kept in her kameez pocket and then made me fuck her tits. She squeezed them around my cock and let me thrust between while she licked the head on every upstroke. When I got close she aimed me at her open mouth and took the third load across her tongue and lips swallowing most of it with a satisfied sound. We lay there a while longer sticky and exhausted listening for any sound of her husband returning early. Outside the afternoon heat pressed on the tin roof and flies buzzed near the door.
She finally stood and used a scrap of cloth to wipe between her legs then pulled her clothes back on like nothing happened. You come back tomorrow same time she said fixing her braid I will lock the shed again and this time I want you to use my ass properly. I nodded still half dazed pulling my own clothes on. My legs felt weak and my cock was sore in the best way. She unlatched the door checked the courtyard then slipped out first leaving me to wait a few minutes before following. The wheat dust still clung to my skin and every step reminded me how hard she had taken me. I knew I would be back the next day and the day after that for as long as the harvest work lasted in Patiala.
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