This hinglish rooftop sex story began on a sticky Indore night when the building party finally died and only Swati stayed back with me near the water tank. I am Rohan, twenty nine, works in some sales job, nothing fancy. Swati is twenty six, lives two floors below, always wearing those thin kurtis that show her heavy boobs bouncing when she walks. We both had too much Old Monk that evening. Friends left one by one. Music stopped. Suddenly it was just us and the city lights and that warm wind that never cools anything in May.
She looked at me and said arrey tu bhi jaana hai kya and I told her why the hell would I leave when you are standing here like this. Her lips were wet from the drink. I pulled her closer against the big plastic water tank. Cloth already damp from sweat. I put my hand straight on her waist and slid it up under the kurti. No bra. Just soft heavy flesh and hard nipples already sticking out. Swati made a low sound and pressed her chest into my palm like she had been waiting for somebody to grab them this way.
I squeezed hard and twisted a little. She gasped and said dheere yaar but her hips pushed forward. My other hand went down the palazzo and found her underwear soaked through. I rubbed the wet patch with two fingers until the cloth clung to her slit. Then I pushed the panty aside and sank one thick finger inside. Tight hot chut gripped me immediate. She was dripping already. I pumped that finger slow then added second and she braced both hands on the tank edge breathing hard.
Nobody could see us from street because of the high wall but some lights of other buildings blinked far away. That made it better. I pulled my finger out shiny and made her taste it. Swati licked without shame, eyes half closed. Then she dropped to her knees right there on the rough terrace floor. She opened my jeans and hauled my stiff lund out. It slapped her cheek. She laughed once then stuffed the head into her mouth like she was starving.
Her tongue worked the underside while both hands stroked the shaft. Spit ran down to my balls. I held her hair and pushed deeper until she gagged softly but kept taking more. The wet sounds mixed with distant traffic. I told her suck properly and she moaned around my cock making vibrations go up my spine. After a few minutes I pulled her up because I wanted the main thing. Yanked her kurti off completely. Boobs bounced free heavy and dark-nippled. Palazzos and panty went next. She stood naked under the half moon looking filthy and perfect.
Tank Edge First Round
I turned her around and bent her over the solid water tank. Cool plastic against her stomach. Ass up high. Thick thighs slightly open. I rubbed my cock head along her slippery slit coating myself then shoved the whole length in one go. Swati cried out loud then bit her own arm to muffle. Her chut stretched around me hot and greedy. I started pounding without mercy. Balls smacking her clit every thrust. Hands gripping her hips so hard she would bruise tomorrow.
She kept saying haan maaro aur zor se and fuck it felt like she meant every word. I reached under and pinched her nipples while slamming in. Skin slap echoed. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. Every time I bottomed out she jerked forward a little but pushed back for more. I pulled almost out then slammed again and again until her legs shook. Juice leaked down my balls and dripped on the terrace floor.
After that first hard stretch I slowed and ground deep circles inside her. She whimpered and clawed at the tank. I spit on her ass crack and thumbed her puckered hole while still fucking her cunt. She clenched hard around my lund. I asked if she wanted it in gaand later and she nodded fast still bent over. But first I wanted to empty once. I sped up again rough strokes, holding her shoulders now, using her body. When I felt the load rise I buried deep and pumped thick ropes straight into her belly. She came too shaking and moaning into her forearm, walls fluttering and milking every drop.
We stayed locked a minute breathing. My cock softened a bit but still inside. When I pulled out cum leaked rich and white down her inner thigh. Swati reached back and scooped some with two fingers then licked it clean looking back at me over her shoulder. That face made my dick twitch again already.
Railing And Second Load
She walked wobbly to the metal railing that overlooked the quieter side of colony. Bent herself there now gripping the bars, ass out, night air on her wet cunt. Fresh cum still trailing. I stepped up behind and slapped her ass hard leaving red print. Then I ducked down and licked her from clit all the way up over the messy hole. Tasted my own seed mixed with her. She shivered and pushed back onto my tongue so I buried face and ate her filthy till she was shaking again. Then stood and shoved back inside that swollen chut.
This round I went slower at first letting her feel every thick inch dragging. Her elbows rested on railing, tits hanging free over the drop. Anybody glancing up from far might have seen shapes but we did not care. I reached around and rubbed her clit in hard little circles while fucking. She started babbling half hindi half nonsense, bol rahi thi please mat roko and dil khol ke chodo. I gave her what she wanted. Faster. Deeper. The railing creaked a little under our weight.
Sweat poured off both of us. My hips smacked wet against her ass. I changed angle and hammered that front wall until her knees almost buckled. She came hard legs locking, juices squirting a little around my cock and wetting my thighs. I did not stop. Kept using that spasming hole. When I was close again I pulled out, spun her, made her drop kneel. She opened mouth ready. I painted her tongue and lips and pushed the head back in so she could clean the rest while swallowing. Some dripped onto her breasts. She rubbed it in laughing low like she was proud.
We rested sitting against the tank drinking warm whiskey straight from the bottle that was left. Naked still. Her head on my shoulder for a minute only. No soft talk. Just catching breath and hands already wandering again. She stroked my half hard cock back to full life with sticky fingers. I played with her sore nipples and slipped two fingers into her creampied cunt spinning them. She spread wider so I could add third. Then she climbed into my lap facing me. Rooftop concrete rough on my ass but who cares. She sank down on my lund taking every inch again with a long groan.
She rode me bouncing heavy with those big tits slapping my face. I sucked one nipple then the other biting enough to make her hiss. Hands full of her ass cheeks spreading them so I could feel how deep I was. The position let me thumb her asshole again pressing just the tip inside. She rolled hips harder and said daal yaar gently so I pushed more of the thumb while she fucked herself down on me. Night wind cooled the sweat then heat came again. Another orgasm hit her and she collapsed forward biting my shoulder while her cunt squeezed the fuck out of me. I held her hips and thrust up through it flooding her a third time deep.
After she climbed off more white mess spilled onto my stomach. She wiped some with her palm and smeared it across her tit. Then she went down and cleaned me with long slow licks until I was shiny and twitching. I was not done. Not while she still walked dripping and asking for more with her eyes.
Against Wall And Final Stretch
I pushed her back to the cool brick wall of the stairhead room. Lifted one of her legs high hooking under the knee so she opened wide. Drove back into that used swollen hole. Standing fuck now. Harder now that she could look me in the eye. Her arms around my neck. Each thrust lifted her a little. She gasped every bottom out. I spat between us and let it run down over where we joined. The squelch got louder. Maybe someone downstairs heard rhythmic bang of her back against wall but lights stayed off so we kept going.
I told her I wanted her gaand now. She hesitated two seconds then nodded and turned, placing hands flat on bricks, tipping pelvis. I spat thick on her tight rear hole and worked first one finger then two until she loosened. Then pressed my cock still covered in her cream against the ring and pushed steady. Head popped in. She cursed under breath and pushed back helping. I sank deeper inch by inch until nuts touched her skin again. So fucking tight. Hotter than her cunt. I stayed still letting her adjust while rubbing her sore clit. When she rocked I started short strokes growing longer.
Soon I was fucking her ass proper. Full length out and back. She reached back spreading herself and chanted soft haan aise and mat nikaal. I gripped her hair pulling lightly while pounding that hole. My free hand spanked her thighs. Skin glowed red. The whole terrace smelled like sex sweat and old whiskey. I felt another load building fast. Pulled out of her ass, shoved back into dripping cunt for a few strokes, then returned to the tighter channel and unloaded everything left deep in her bowels with a grunt.
When I finally slipped free both holes leaked. She stood trembling holding the wall. I watched the thick trail run down the back of her thighs in the low light. Beautiful dirty mess. We gathered our clothes slow. She wiped with her own panty then stuffed it in my pocket telling me keep it. Put kurti back on long enough to cover essential bits. We climbed down the stairs quiet like nothing happened. At her floor she pulled me in for one more rough kiss tasting of steak whiskey and cum then shoved me toward my flat.
Next morning my body ached good. I found dried streaks on my stomach still and that crushed panty smelling like her. Later she messaged nothing romantic just a single line asking if terrace is free tonight again. Of course it was. That first night stayed burned in. Raw open air pounding, her thick thighs shaking, every hole stretched and filled till we both could barely stand. Whenever summer heat comes back I still smell that Indore roof dust and hear her low filthy moans over the water tank. No soft feelings. Just perfect hard use under the sky like animals who found each other.
After that we kept finding excuses to go up whenever building was quiet. Sometimes she would arrive already without panty under the dress. We never lasted five minutes before clothes hit the floor near the same tank. I would taste her first sometimes just to start her juice flowing, force her to ride my face while she held the railing. Other nights pure quick dirty stand-up fucks before anyone could glance out windows. She liked when I talked rough in free mix of hindi and english calling her chudakkad and telling her how loose her holes felt after third round. She never got shy. Just shoved back harder for more.
One later night we both finished bottles and she let me tie her wrists loose with my belt to the pipe beside tank. Completely open. I edged her for long minutes alternating between fingers tongue and cock never letting her crashing over until she begged open legged and shaking. Then I fucked all three open places one after another leaving her dripping from everywhere, marks on wrists, cum drying on her belly. She walked downstairs that way under her long scarf smiling tired filthy satisfaction. That terrace turned into our private filthy ground for the whole summer and I never got tired of watching her take it like she was built for it.
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