My name is Rohit. I am 23 years old and study in Delhi. Every year during summer holidays I go to my native village in western Uttar Pradesh for a month. My elder brother Suresh is 30 and got married last year to Pooja bhabhi. This was the first time I was meeting her for a longer period because last year I could only stay for a few days.
Pooja bhabhi is 27. She is fair with a soft village glow on her skin. She has long black hair which she keeps in a thick braid or open after bath. Her body is soft and full in the way village women often are – heavy round breasts that look big even in simple cotton blouses, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, juicy ass that moves whenever she walks or bends to do housework. She wears simple sarees or nighties at home. The first time I saw her properly at the station I felt something tighten in my stomach.
The village house is old-style with a big courtyard, two rooms on the ground floor and one on the first floor. My parents stay in the main room. Suresh bhaiya and bhabhi have the side room. I was given the small room on the first floor.
For the first four days everything was normal. Bhabhi cooked, cleaned, talked politely, and called me “Rohit”. Suresh bhaiya was busy with the fields and went out early. I helped a little in the morning and then mostly stayed in my room or wandered around the village.
But I started noticing things. The way bhabhi’s blouse stretched when she raised her arms to put clothes on the line. The way her saree clung to her big ass when she walked. The way she looked at me for a second longer when we were alone in the courtyard. One afternoon she came to my room to give me lemonade. She was wearing a thin white nightie because it was hot. No bra. I could clearly see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. She stood close while I drank. I could smell the light sweat on her body mixed with the scent of mustard oil she used in her hair.
“Rohit, Delhi mein khaana theek se khate ho?” she asked, smiling.
“Haan bhabhi,” I replied, trying not to stare.
She stayed a minute longer than needed, then left. That night I could not sleep properly.
On the sixth night Suresh bhaiya had to go to the nearby town for some paperwork and said he would return only the next evening. My parents had gone to a relative’s place in the next village for a function and would also return the next day. That left only bhabhi and me in the house.
It was a hot night. The electricity was off, which was common. We had lit two lanterns. After dinner we sat in the courtyard on the charpai. Bhabhi was wearing a light green cotton nightie. The lantern light made her skin glow. Her heavy breasts moved softly whenever she shifted.
We talked about the village, about Delhi, about her life before marriage. Slowly the conversation became quieter. She moved a little closer on the charpai.
“Rohit… kabhi kabhi ajeeb lagta hai yahan,” she said softly. “Suresh bahut accha hai, lekin woh din bhar khatoon mein rehta hai. Ghar mein baat karne wala koi nahi hota.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close in the lantern light. I could see the soft curve of her neck and the beginning of her cleavage where the nightie was slightly open.
I do not know who leaned in first. My lips touched hers. She froze for a second, then opened her mouth. The kiss became deep and slow. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and felt the softness of her body. She did not pull away. Instead she put her hand on my chest.
When we broke the kiss she looked at me with wide eyes. “Rohit… yeh bilkul galat hai. Main teri bhabhi hoon.”
“Main jaanta hoon bhabhi,” I said, my voice thick. “Par main khud ko rok nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she slowly climbed onto my lap, straddling me on the charpai. The nightie rode up. She was not wearing anything underneath. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She let out a small moan and kissed me again, harder this time.
I pulled the nightie over her head and dropped it on the ground. Her naked body was in front of me in the soft lantern light. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already stiff. Soft stomach. Wide hips. Smooth pussy with a neat triangle of dark hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head with both hands. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast, biting the nipple lightly. My hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. She was hot and tight.
“Ahh… Rohit… dheere… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up, lifted her, and carried her inside to the side room that she shared with my brother. I laid her on the cot. She watched me with dark, hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard, thick and already dripping a little from the tip. She reached out with her soft hand and wrapped it around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“Itna bada… aur garam,” she said in a low voice, almost to herself.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices, and then pushed in slowly. She was tighter than I expected. Her pussy gripped me hard as I sank deeper inch by inch until I was fully buried inside her. She dug her nails into my back and let out a long, shaky moan.
I started moving with deep, steady strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust. I sucked them while fucking her, leaving wet marks on her soft skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet village night.
After a long time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours without being told, pushing her big round ass back towards me. I entered her from behind in one smooth hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the sides of the cot. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder and deeper. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling and rippling with every thrust, her pussy stretched tightly around my thick cock, the way her back arched, everything made me lose control. I reached under her body and rubbed her swollen clit in circles. She came hard within a minute, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock again and again while she moaned into the pillow.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm, chasing my own. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, turned her around roughly and pushed my cock into her open mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own thick juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged, pulled back, and took it deeper again. I held her braid and fucked her mouth with short thrusts until I was right on the edge. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She held me tightly with her legs until I finished pulsing.
We lay side by side on the narrow cot, both breathing heavily, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. The lantern light flickered. After a few minutes she got up, went to the corner to clean herself with a wet cloth, and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the cot and looked at me.
“Rohit… yeh sirf aaj raat ki baat honi chahiye. Kal se normal.”
I pulled her down beside me and kissed her slowly. “Bhabhi, ab normal nahi ho sakta. Main tujhe phir chahiye.”
She did not answer with words. Instead she climbed on top of me. My cock was already half hard again from the feeling of her soft naked body against mine. She stroked it with both hands until it was fully hard and thick, then slowly lowered herself onto it, taking me inside her inch by inch until she was sitting fully on my hips. She started riding me slowly, her heavy breasts moving up and down in front of my face. I held them with both hands and sucked the nipples hard, biting them lightly. She increased the speed, grinding her clit against me on every downward stroke. The wet, dirty sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room. She came again, throwing her head back and moaning my name. I held her hips tightly and thrust up hard, filling her a second time with more thick cum.
That night we did not sleep more than a couple of hours. Around 2 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me soft and slow at first, using her tongue on the underside, then deeper, looking into my eyes the whole time in the dim light. When I was rock hard again she climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big round ass bounce and jiggle as she rode me hard. I slapped both cheeks with open palms. She moaned louder and pushed back even harder. I came inside her a third time, holding her hips down so every drop went as deep as possible.
In the morning the sun was already up when we finally got out of bed. Bhabhi went to the handpump in the courtyard to bathe while I watched from the doorway. She knew I was watching. When she came back she was wearing only a thin towel. She dropped it in front of me, stood completely naked for a few seconds, then smiled shyly and went to wear a saree.
Suresh bhaiya returned in the evening. My parents also came back. Everything looked completely normal on the surface. Bhabhi served tea and spoke politely. But when she passed me a glass her fingers brushed against mine and stayed a second longer than needed.
The next three days were torture and excitement mixed together. We could not do much during the day, but at night, after everyone was asleep, bhabhi started coming up to my room on the first floor. The wooden stairs creaked, so she came very carefully. The first night she came at 12:30. She locked the door, removed her nightie, and climbed onto my cot without saying a word. We fucked quietly but hard for almost two hours. I had to keep my hand over her mouth when she came.
The second night she came earlier. She went down on her knees beside the cot and gave me a long, slow, wet blowjob, taking me as deep as she could, until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything, then climbed on top and rode me until we both came again.
The third night I went down to her room after Suresh bhaiya was deeply asleep. She was waiting. We fucked on the same cot she shared with my brother. The risk made everything sharper. She came twice before I filled her.
On the day before I was supposed to return to Delhi, Suresh bhaiya had to go to the fields early and said he would be back only at night. My parents went to the local market. Bhabhi and I were alone again for the whole day.
We did not waste time. The moment the house was empty she pulled me into the side room, removed her saree and blouse, and pushed me onto the cot. She sat on my face first. I licked her pussy and clit until she came on my tongue, her thighs shaking around my head. Then she turned around and took my cock deep in her mouth while I continued licking her. After that I fucked her in missionary, doggy, spooning, and finally with her legs over my shoulders, pounding her deep and hard. I came inside her twice during the afternoon. In the evening, before anyone returned, she made me sit on the charpai in the courtyard and rode me one last time while looking into my eyes.
When I left the next morning she came to the station with the whole family. While everyone was busy she pressed a small folded paper into my hand. On it she had written: “Delhi aake bhi yaad rakhna. Agli baar jab aana, pehle se bata dena. Main intezaar karungi.”
That is how my village bhabhi became the woman I think about every night in Delhi. And every time I go back to the village now, the first thing I look for is a chance to be alone with her again. The risk is higher, the time is less, but the hunger on both sides has only grown.
If you liked this hot village bhabhi chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of the days we spent alone, or what happened the next time I returned to the village. I will write it.
Pooja bhabhi is 27. She is fair with a soft village glow on her skin. She has long black hair which she keeps in a thick braid or open after bath. Her body is soft and full in the way village women often are – heavy round breasts that look big even in simple cotton blouses, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, juicy ass that moves whenever she walks or bends to do housework. She wears simple sarees or nighties at home. The first time I saw her properly at the station I felt something tighten in my stomach.
The village house is old-style with a big courtyard, two rooms on the ground floor and one on the first floor. My parents stay in the main room. Suresh bhaiya and bhabhi have the side room. I was given the small room on the first floor.
For the first four days everything was normal. Bhabhi cooked, cleaned, talked politely, and called me “Rohit”. Suresh bhaiya was busy with the fields and went out early. I helped a little in the morning and then mostly stayed in my room or wandered around the village.
But I started noticing things. The way bhabhi’s blouse stretched when she raised her arms to put clothes on the line. The way her saree clung to her big ass when she walked. The way she looked at me for a second longer when we were alone in the courtyard. One afternoon she came to my room to give me lemonade. She was wearing a thin white nightie because it was hot. No bra. I could clearly see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. She stood close while I drank. I could smell the light sweat on her body mixed with the scent of mustard oil she used in her hair.
“Rohit, Delhi mein khaana theek se khate ho?” she asked, smiling.
“Haan bhabhi,” I replied, trying not to stare.
She stayed a minute longer than needed, then left. That night I could not sleep properly.
On the sixth night Suresh bhaiya had to go to the nearby town for some paperwork and said he would return only the next evening. My parents had gone to a relative’s place in the next village for a function and would also return the next day. That left only bhabhi and me in the house.
It was a hot night. The electricity was off, which was common. We had lit two lanterns. After dinner we sat in the courtyard on the charpai. Bhabhi was wearing a light green cotton nightie. The lantern light made her skin glow. Her heavy breasts moved softly whenever she shifted.
We talked about the village, about Delhi, about her life before marriage. Slowly the conversation became quieter. She moved a little closer on the charpai.
“Rohit… kabhi kabhi ajeeb lagta hai yahan,” she said softly. “Suresh bahut accha hai, lekin woh din bhar khatoon mein rehta hai. Ghar mein baat karne wala koi nahi hota.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close in the lantern light. I could see the soft curve of her neck and the beginning of her cleavage where the nightie was slightly open.
I do not know who leaned in first. My lips touched hers. She froze for a second, then opened her mouth. The kiss became deep and slow. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and felt the softness of her body. She did not pull away. Instead she put her hand on my chest.
When we broke the kiss she looked at me with wide eyes. “Rohit… yeh bilkul galat hai. Main teri bhabhi hoon.”
“Main jaanta hoon bhabhi,” I said, my voice thick. “Par main khud ko rok nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she slowly climbed onto my lap, straddling me on the charpai. The nightie rode up. She was not wearing anything underneath. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She let out a small moan and kissed me again, harder this time.
I pulled the nightie over her head and dropped it on the ground. Her naked body was in front of me in the soft lantern light. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already stiff. Soft stomach. Wide hips. Smooth pussy with a neat triangle of dark hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head with both hands. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast, biting the nipple lightly. My hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. She was hot and tight.
“Ahh… Rohit… dheere… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up, lifted her, and carried her inside to the side room that she shared with my brother. I laid her on the cot. She watched me with dark, hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard, thick and already dripping a little from the tip. She reached out with her soft hand and wrapped it around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“Itna bada… aur garam,” she said in a low voice, almost to herself.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices, and then pushed in slowly. She was tighter than I expected. Her pussy gripped me hard as I sank deeper inch by inch until I was fully buried inside her. She dug her nails into my back and let out a long, shaky moan.
I started moving with deep, steady strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust. I sucked them while fucking her, leaving wet marks on her soft skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet village night.
After a long time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours without being told, pushing her big round ass back towards me. I entered her from behind in one smooth hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the sides of the cot. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder and deeper. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling and rippling with every thrust, her pussy stretched tightly around my thick cock, the way her back arched, everything made me lose control. I reached under her body and rubbed her swollen clit in circles. She came hard within a minute, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock again and again while she moaned into the pillow.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm, chasing my own. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, turned her around roughly and pushed my cock into her open mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own thick juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged, pulled back, and took it deeper again. I held her braid and fucked her mouth with short thrusts until I was right on the edge. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She held me tightly with her legs until I finished pulsing.
We lay side by side on the narrow cot, both breathing heavily, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. The lantern light flickered. After a few minutes she got up, went to the corner to clean herself with a wet cloth, and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the cot and looked at me.
“Rohit… yeh sirf aaj raat ki baat honi chahiye. Kal se normal.”
I pulled her down beside me and kissed her slowly. “Bhabhi, ab normal nahi ho sakta. Main tujhe phir chahiye.”
She did not answer with words. Instead she climbed on top of me. My cock was already half hard again from the feeling of her soft naked body against mine. She stroked it with both hands until it was fully hard and thick, then slowly lowered herself onto it, taking me inside her inch by inch until she was sitting fully on my hips. She started riding me slowly, her heavy breasts moving up and down in front of my face. I held them with both hands and sucked the nipples hard, biting them lightly. She increased the speed, grinding her clit against me on every downward stroke. The wet, dirty sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room. She came again, throwing her head back and moaning my name. I held her hips tightly and thrust up hard, filling her a second time with more thick cum.
That night we did not sleep more than a couple of hours. Around 2 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me soft and slow at first, using her tongue on the underside, then deeper, looking into my eyes the whole time in the dim light. When I was rock hard again she climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big round ass bounce and jiggle as she rode me hard. I slapped both cheeks with open palms. She moaned louder and pushed back even harder. I came inside her a third time, holding her hips down so every drop went as deep as possible.
In the morning the sun was already up when we finally got out of bed. Bhabhi went to the handpump in the courtyard to bathe while I watched from the doorway. She knew I was watching. When she came back she was wearing only a thin towel. She dropped it in front of me, stood completely naked for a few seconds, then smiled shyly and went to wear a saree.
Suresh bhaiya returned in the evening. My parents also came back. Everything looked completely normal on the surface. Bhabhi served tea and spoke politely. But when she passed me a glass her fingers brushed against mine and stayed a second longer than needed.
The next three days were torture and excitement mixed together. We could not do much during the day, but at night, after everyone was asleep, bhabhi started coming up to my room on the first floor. The wooden stairs creaked, so she came very carefully. The first night she came at 12:30. She locked the door, removed her nightie, and climbed onto my cot without saying a word. We fucked quietly but hard for almost two hours. I had to keep my hand over her mouth when she came.
The second night she came earlier. She went down on her knees beside the cot and gave me a long, slow, wet blowjob, taking me as deep as she could, until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything, then climbed on top and rode me until we both came again.
The third night I went down to her room after Suresh bhaiya was deeply asleep. She was waiting. We fucked on the same cot she shared with my brother. The risk made everything sharper. She came twice before I filled her.
On the day before I was supposed to return to Delhi, Suresh bhaiya had to go to the fields early and said he would be back only at night. My parents went to the local market. Bhabhi and I were alone again for the whole day.
We did not waste time. The moment the house was empty she pulled me into the side room, removed her saree and blouse, and pushed me onto the cot. She sat on my face first. I licked her pussy and clit until she came on my tongue, her thighs shaking around my head. Then she turned around and took my cock deep in her mouth while I continued licking her. After that I fucked her in missionary, doggy, spooning, and finally with her legs over my shoulders, pounding her deep and hard. I came inside her twice during the afternoon. In the evening, before anyone returned, she made me sit on the charpai in the courtyard and rode me one last time while looking into my eyes.
When I left the next morning she came to the station with the whole family. While everyone was busy she pressed a small folded paper into my hand. On it she had written: “Delhi aake bhi yaad rakhna. Agli baar jab aana, pehle se bata dena. Main intezaar karungi.”
That is how my village bhabhi became the woman I think about every night in Delhi. And every time I go back to the village now, the first thing I look for is a chance to be alone with her again. The risk is higher, the time is less, but the hunger on both sides has only grown.
If you liked this hot village bhabhi chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of the days we spent alone, or what happened the next time I returned to the village. I will write it.