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Village bhabhi dragged me into the cane shed raw

Village bhabhi dragged me into the cane shed raw

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I still get hard thinking about that week near Bareilly. Mama called me to help with some land papers so I packed a bag and took the bus down. Village dust everywhere, heat sticking to your shirt, cows and goats making noise. First evening I walked past the cane fields to stretch my legs and that is when this whole desi village sex story started for real.

She was bending over the low wall of the handmade well, pallu slipping off one shoulder, blouse wet with sweat so the dark marks of her nipples showed plain. Thick hips, round arse pushing against the cotton ghagra. Name turned out Meena, Suresh the farmer wife. I said namaste and she looked me up and down slow like she already knew what sat between my legs. You from city, she said simple, voice rough. Stay long. I told her few days. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and went back to pulling the rope but her eyes stayed on my crotch the whole time.

How the look turned wet

Next afternoon Suresh took the cart to market for fertiliser and seed. Meena must have watched the road. I was pissing behind the old mango near the shed when she came from nowhere. Dont hide it, she said flat. I turned half shocked and my cock was still out half hard from the heat. She laughed low and stepped close enough I smelled onion and her own skin. City boys keep it soft or what she asked and before I answered she grabbed it right there under the open sky. Fingers dry and strong, stroking hard so blood rushed fast. I groaned and she spit on her palm then worked me better. Thick veins filling quick. You stay quiet she muttered and dropped to her knees right in the dirt.

Her mouth was hot and messy. No gentle licking, she pushed the head past her lips and sucked like she was starving, tongue flat under the shaft, cheeks hollowing. Drool ran down my balls. I held her hair tight and shoved deeper till she gagged once then took more. She looked up dirty eyes watering but she kept going, hand twisting the base. When I felt close she pulled off and stood. Inside now. The shed behind the cane was empty, jute sacks and old tools. She bolted the half door with a stick and peeled her blouse open. Heavy brown breasts fell out, dark nipples already stiff. I squeezed both hard and she hissed yes like that. Bit one then the other while she opened my pant fully and stroked again.

She pushed the ghagra up around her waist. No panty, just thick black bush and the slit already shiny. I slid two fingers in easy, tight hot walls gripping. She rode my hand a bit then turned, hands on a sack, arse out. Put it she ordered. I rubbed the head along her wet lips then pushed in one long thrust. Fuck she was tight and squeezing, pussy sucking me in. I fucked her hard straight away, hips slapping her arse cheeks loud, the shed air filling with wet slap sounds and her grunts. Deeper she said and I grabbed her hips and pounded till my balls smacked her clit. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. She reached under and rubbed herself fast while I wrecked that hole.

She wanted every drop inside

I pulled out shaking, cock shiny with her juice, and spun her around. She dropped again and cleaned me with her tongue like a dirty animal, tasting herself, then climbed onto the sacks and spread wide. Come on city boy finish in me. I climbed over and slammed back in missionary, her legs locked around my waist. Breasts bouncing hard each thrust. I sucked a nipple rough while fucking faster. Her cunt around me started fluttering and she came first, thighs shaking, juices running down onto the jute. The squeeze milked me and I blew deep, thick ropes pumping straight into her womb while I groaned like a beast. We stayed locked sweating till my cock softened and slipped out dripping white down her crack.

She wiped with her pallu then laughed. Again evening. Suresh come late. I barely walked straight back to mama house. Night I snuck out after roti. She waited by the same shed with a lantern low. This time she was fully naked under the pallu. We fucked standing first against the wall, me lifting one of her thick thighs, cock slamming up into her still cream-filled pussy. Then she bent and I took her from behind again, slower but deep, fingers digging her hips, watching my shaft disappear. She fingered her own clit and came twice more before I filled her second load. After she sat on my face and made me lick the mess out while she jerked my half-hard cock back up. The woman had no limit.

Third day Suresh stayed home so we only managed a quick choke suck behind the well while goats wandered near. She swallowed every drop that time, wiping her chin and walking off like nothing. Last morning before my bus she pulled me into the cane itself, tall stalks hiding us. Skirt up, me behind, short brutal fuck standing, her biting her wrist to stay quiet while I hammered till I shot again. My legs were jelly on the ride home. Still think about those heavy breasts bouncing and that greedy village cunt taking every inch without complaint. Best damn trip of my useless life and I would go back tomorrow if mama called again.

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