I still get hard thinking about that trip to the village last summer. Most people look for clean indian village sex stories but what happened to me was pure filth from start to finish. My name is Deepak and I had come down from the town to help my mama with some land papers near Muzaffarpur. The place was small, dust everywhere, cows lowing, and the heat stuck to your skin like wet cloth.
Savitri bhabhi lived two houses down from mama. Her husband had gone to the mill in the next district for three weeks. She was maybe thirty five, thick hips, heavy breasts that swung when she walked to the handpump, and that way of looking at you from the side like she already knew your lund was twitching. First day I saw her washing clothes by the well she smiled and said arrey Deepak beta you became so big now come have some lassi later. I just nodded like a fool but my eyes stayed on the wet blouse sticking to her nipples.
That evening I went over with some papers mama wanted her to sign as witness. She was alone grinding masala. The kothri smelled of sweat and jeera. She wiped her forehead with the pallu and the cloth slipped showing the deep line between her breasts. Sit beta she said voice low. I sat on the cot. She brought water then stood close enough that her thigh brushed my knee. You look tense she murmured. Village life is hard no AC no nothing. I laughed stupidly and said haan bhabhi bahut garmi hai. Her hand landed on my shoulder then slid down my arm slow. You need oil massage she whispered. I can do like old times when you were small. I was never small around her but I kept quiet.
She Locked The Outer Door
She got up locked the wooden door and came back. Without asking she pulled my shirt up. Her palms were rough from work but warm with mustard oil she poured. She rubbed my chest then lower over the stomach. When her fingers reached the waistband of my pant she paused and looked straight in my eyes. Your body changed so much Deepak. Thick now. I could feel my lund jumping already. She opened the button slow and slid the pant down. My cock sprang out hard and dark. She made a small sound in her throat like approval. It has grown big like a real mard she said and wrapped her oily fingers around it. The grip was firm. She stroked from base to tip squeezing the head till pre-cum leaked.
I groaned and she leaned down. Her tongue came out flat and licked the slit. Then she took the whole head in her mouth warm and wet. No teasing like city girls. She sucked hard bobbing her head so her heavy breasts swung against my thighs. Spit ran down my balls. I grabbed her hair and pushed deeper. She gagged once then opened her throat and took more. When I was fully wet she pulled off with a string of spit and stood up. She untied her petticoat and the blouse. Full naked in front of me. Dark nipples thick as thumbs, belly soft, and that chut already shiny with her own water. Thick black bush trimmed rough. She climbed on the cot straddling me. Guide it she ordered. I held my cock and she sank down in one go. Her chut was hot tight and greedy. She sat full till her ass cheeks pressed my balls and let out a long moan. It fills me complete she said rocking her hips.
She rode me hard from the start. Up and down slamming so the cot creaked loud. Her breasts bounced heavy and I sucked one nipple then the other biting a little. She cursed in pure desi. Madarchod deeper beta fuck your bhabhi properly. I held her waist and thrust up matching her. The wet sounds filled the room slap slap slap. She came first shaking and squirting a little on my stomach. But she did not stop. She kept grinding through it till I felt my balls tighten. I am going to cum I warned. Inside she snapped. Fill this married chut. I exploded deep shooting thick ropes. She clenched around me milking every drop then collapsed on my chest breathing heavy.
Cattle Shed Round Two
We cleaned up quick because someone could come. But next afternoon she sent a kid saying bhabhi wants you for more papers. I went straight. She pulled me behind the cattle shed where the hay was stacked high. Smell of cow dung and dry grass. She was already without petticoat under the saree. She bent over the low wall and lifted the cloth. Her ass was round and full, the chut still puffy from yesterday. Fuck me from behind like an animal she said looking back. I spat on my cock and rammed in. This angle went deeper. I grabbed her hips and pounded hard. Each thrust made her breasts swing free under the blouse she had opened. She pushed back meeting me. Harder Deepak break this chut. I slapped her ass leaving red marks and she moaned louder. One hand reached under and rubbed her clit rough. She came again clenching so tight I almost finished early.
I pulled out still hard and pushed her to her knees on the hay. Suck it clean I told her. She took my cock covered in her juices and sucked like she was starving. Then she turned again presenting her gaand. Put it in the back hole she whispered. I have oil. She had brought a small bottle. I coated my lund and her tight ring. First finger then two stretching her. When I pressed the head against her ass she pushed back and it popped in. Slow at first then deeper. She bit her own arm to stay quiet but still grunted with every inch. Once I was buried I started fucking her ass steady. Tight hot and gripping. I reached around and fingered her chut at the same time. She came hard shaking and I followed dumping another load deep in her gaand. When I pulled out cum dripped down her thighs onto the hay.
We did not stop that week. Every day some new place. Once in the fields after dark she lay on my gamcha and I ate her chut till she pulled my hair and flooded my mouth. Then she sat on my face while stroking my cock. Another time inside the empty storage room she sucked me while I stood and I fucked her throat till tears ran and spit soaked her blouse. She loved when I talked dirty calling her randi bhabhi and slut who opens for her devar. She would get wetter and beg for more. One night when mama was snoring I snuck to her house. We fucked on the floor three rounds. First her chut missionary with legs over my shoulders so I could watch my cock disappear. Second she rode reverse so I could slap her ass and watch it jiggle. Third I took her gaand again slow then fast till both of us were sweating and empty.
She told me her husband never fucked her like this. He finishes in two minutes and rolls over. With me she could take long and rough. I left finger marks on her thighs and bite marks on her breasts. She wore them under the saree proud. On the last day before I returned to town she came to the bus stand early. Behind the waiting shed she stroked me quick and let me cum on her tongue swallowing most of it. Come back soon she said wiping her mouth. This chut will stay hungry. I boarded the bus still tasting her and my lund half hard the whole ride.
Even now months later when I stroke myself I remember the smell of that hay the sound of her wet chut and the way she said beta when she wanted it deepest. Village women hide so much fire under those simple clothes. Savitri bhabhi taught me that in the most filthy way possible and I still crave another trip just to wreck her again.