My name is Arjun, and I am 24 years old. I live in Delhi with my parents, but last summer I got the chance that changed my life forever. My elder brother Rohan bhaiya had to go to Singapore for a 15-day business trip, and he asked me to stay at his flat in Gurgaon to keep his wife, my bhabhi Priya, company. Bhabhi was 29, and let me tell you – she was the kind of woman who could make any man’s lund stand up just by walking past.
Priya bhabhi had the perfect figure – 36-28-38. Her boobs were big, round and always strained against her tight blouses. Her ass swayed like a dream whenever she walked in saree or nighty. Her skin was milky fair, long black hair till her waist, and those juicy pink lips that I had secretly fantasised about wrapping around my dick many times. Bhaiya was lucky, but he was always busy with work and hardly gave her the attention she deserved. I had noticed the way she sometimes looked at me – a little longer than necessary, a small smile that felt different.
The day bhaiya left, I reached their flat in the evening. Bhabhi opened the door wearing a red saree that hugged her curves perfectly. The pallu was low, giving me a generous view of her deep cleavage.
“Arjun! Aa gaya tu? Come in, beta,” she said with her sweet smile and hugged me. I felt her soft boobs press against my chest for a second longer than usual. My dick twitched instantly.
We had dinner together. She had cooked my favourite butter chicken and naan. We talked and laughed like always, but there was something in the air – a tension I couldn’t name yet. After dinner, she said, “Arjun, I’ve been having this back pain since morning. Office work, you know. Can you give me a little massage? Rohan used to do it sometimes.”
My heart started racing. “Of course, bhabhi. Anything for you.”
She went to her bedroom and came back in a loose nighty – thin cotton, no bra. I could clearly see the outline of her big nipples poking through. She lay on her stomach on the sofa and said, “Here, on my lower back.”
I sat beside her and started rubbing gently. Her skin was so soft and warm. As I pressed harder, she let out soft moans – “Ahh… yes, right there… thoda zor se…”
My lund was rock hard inside my shorts. I shifted to hide it. Slowly, my hands moved lower, almost touching her ass cheeks. She didn’t stop me. Instead, she spread her legs a little.
“Arjun… thoda upar bhi… shoulders,” she murmured.
I moved up, but my eyes were fixed on her ass. The nighty had ridden up, showing her creamy thighs. I could see her black panty peeking out.
After 15 minutes, she turned over and sat up. Her nighty neckline had slipped, one boob almost falling out. She didn’t fix it immediately. “Thank you, Arjun. You have magic hands,” she said, looking straight into my eyes.
That night I jerked off twice thinking about her.
Next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee. Bhabhi was in the kitchen wearing a short nighty that barely covered her ass. She bent to pick something from the lower cabinet, and I got a full view of her panty-clad chut. It was wet – I could see the outline.
We had breakfast. She kept brushing her foot against my leg under the table. I knew something was going to happen.
In the afternoon, it started raining heavily. Power went off. We sat in the living room with candles. She wore a thin white kurti and leggings that showed every curve.
“Arjun, I feel so lonely when Rohan is away,” she said softly. “You’re such good company.”
I moved closer. “Bhabhi, I’m always here for you.”
She put her head on my shoulder. I could smell her shampoo. My hand automatically went to her waist. She didn’t move away. Instead, she turned her face towards me. Our lips were inches apart.
“Arjun… do you think I’m attractive?” she whispered.
“Bhabhi, you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever seen,” I said honestly.
She smiled and suddenly kissed me. Soft at first, then deep. Her tongue entered my mouth. I pulled her closer, my hands grabbing her big boobs over the kurti. They were so soft and heavy.
We kissed passionately for ten minutes. My lund was poking against her thigh. She felt it and pressed harder.
Then she pulled back, breathing heavily. “This is wrong, Arjun… we shouldn’t…”
But her eyes were full of lust.
I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her neck, biting softly. “Bhabhi, I’ve wanted you for years. Please…”
She moaned and surrendered. We moved to her bedroom – the same bed she shared with bhaiya.
I removed her kurti slowly. Her black bra could barely contain those 36D boobs. I unhooked it and they bounced out – pink nipples hard and erect. I sucked one while squeezing the other. She arched her back and moaned loudly – “Ahhh… Arjun… suck harder… yes…”
I spent twenty minutes just on her boobs – licking, sucking, biting gently. She was going crazy, pulling my hair.
Then I moved down, kissing her stomach, removing her leggings. Her black panty was soaked. I could smell her arousal. I pulled it down and saw her clean-shaven chut – pink lips glistening with juices.
“Bhabhi, your chut is so beautiful…”
I spread her legs and licked her slowly from bottom to top. She tasted sweet and salty. When my tongue touched her clit, she screamed – “Ohhh fuck… Arjun… yes… lick me there…”
I ate her chut like a starving man – tongue fucking her hole, sucking her clit, two fingers inside curling to hit her G-spot. She came hard within minutes, her thighs shaking, juices flooding my mouth.
“Arjun… I’ve never felt like this… Rohan never does this…”
Now it was her turn. She pushed me on the bed and removed my shorts. My 7-inch lund sprang out, thick and veiny.
“Wow… it’s so big… bigger than your brother’s,” she said and took it in her hand.
She stroked it slowly, then licked the tip. Pre-cum oozed out. She licked it clean and then took half in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt like heaven. She sucked like a pro – deep throating, playing with my balls, making slurping sounds.
I couldn’t hold long. “Bhabhi… I’m going to cum…”
She sucked faster and I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and smiled. “Tasty…”
We rested for a while, cuddling naked. But my lund got hard again seeing her body.
This time she climbed on top. She guided my dick to her chut and sat down slowly. “Ahhhh… it’s stretching me… so thick…”
She started riding me – slow at first, then faster. Her big boobs bounced wildly. I grabbed them and pinched her nipples.
“Fuck me harder, bhabhi… your chut is so tight…”
She rode like a pornstar, grinding her clit against me. We both came together – me filling her chut with hot cum, her squirting all over my stomach.
But we weren’t done. That night we fucked three more times.
Second round – missionary. I pounded her hard, her legs wrapped around my waist. “Chod mujhe zor se, devarji… make me your randi…”
Third round – doggy style. I grabbed her big ass and slammed into her from behind. The sound of my balls slapping her ass filled the room. “Yes… fuck my gaand like that… deeper…”
I even fingered her ass while fucking her chut. She loved it.
Fourth round – she gave me a boob job, my dick between her huge tits, then I fucked her mouth until I came on her face.
We slept naked, my head on her boobs.
The next 10 days were pure bliss. Bhaiya was away, so we had the flat to ourselves.
Every morning started with a blowjob. She would wake me up by sucking my morning wood.
We fucked in every room – kitchen (she bent over the counter while cooking), bathroom (under the shower), balcony (at night, risking neighbours seeing), even on the washing machine.
One day we tried role play. She wore a school girl outfit she had bought online – short skirt, white shirt tied under boobs. “Sir, please punish me for being naughty…”
I spanked her ass red and then fucked her hard.
Another day she dressed as a saree-clad bahu and I as devar sneaking in. We did it slowly, whispering dirty things.
She taught me new positions – 69 (we both came in each other’s mouths), cowgirl reverse (watching her ass bounce), spooning (slow romantic fucking).
I ate her chut almost daily. She loved it when I tongue-fucked her ass too. She said Rohan never did that.
We watched porn together and recreated scenes. One was a massage turning sexual – I oiled her entire body and fucked her slippery ass cheeks before entering her chut.
By the end, her chut was moulded to my lund shape. She said she couldn’t imagine going back to normal sex with bhaiya.
On the last night before bhaiya returned, we fucked slowly and passionately five times. We cried a little, knowing it had to end.
“Arjun, this was the best time of my life. Whenever Rohan goes away, you have to come,” she whispered.
I promised.
When bhaiya returned, everything was normal on the surface. But sometimes when we were alone for a minute, she would squeeze my lund or I would pinch her ass.
And we both knew – this was just the beginning.
Priya bhabhi had the perfect figure – 36-28-38. Her boobs were big, round and always strained against her tight blouses. Her ass swayed like a dream whenever she walked in saree or nighty. Her skin was milky fair, long black hair till her waist, and those juicy pink lips that I had secretly fantasised about wrapping around my dick many times. Bhaiya was lucky, but he was always busy with work and hardly gave her the attention she deserved. I had noticed the way she sometimes looked at me – a little longer than necessary, a small smile that felt different.
The day bhaiya left, I reached their flat in the evening. Bhabhi opened the door wearing a red saree that hugged her curves perfectly. The pallu was low, giving me a generous view of her deep cleavage.
“Arjun! Aa gaya tu? Come in, beta,” she said with her sweet smile and hugged me. I felt her soft boobs press against my chest for a second longer than usual. My dick twitched instantly.
We had dinner together. She had cooked my favourite butter chicken and naan. We talked and laughed like always, but there was something in the air – a tension I couldn’t name yet. After dinner, she said, “Arjun, I’ve been having this back pain since morning. Office work, you know. Can you give me a little massage? Rohan used to do it sometimes.”
My heart started racing. “Of course, bhabhi. Anything for you.”
She went to her bedroom and came back in a loose nighty – thin cotton, no bra. I could clearly see the outline of her big nipples poking through. She lay on her stomach on the sofa and said, “Here, on my lower back.”
I sat beside her and started rubbing gently. Her skin was so soft and warm. As I pressed harder, she let out soft moans – “Ahh… yes, right there… thoda zor se…”
My lund was rock hard inside my shorts. I shifted to hide it. Slowly, my hands moved lower, almost touching her ass cheeks. She didn’t stop me. Instead, she spread her legs a little.
“Arjun… thoda upar bhi… shoulders,” she murmured.
I moved up, but my eyes were fixed on her ass. The nighty had ridden up, showing her creamy thighs. I could see her black panty peeking out.
After 15 minutes, she turned over and sat up. Her nighty neckline had slipped, one boob almost falling out. She didn’t fix it immediately. “Thank you, Arjun. You have magic hands,” she said, looking straight into my eyes.
That night I jerked off twice thinking about her.
Next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee. Bhabhi was in the kitchen wearing a short nighty that barely covered her ass. She bent to pick something from the lower cabinet, and I got a full view of her panty-clad chut. It was wet – I could see the outline.
We had breakfast. She kept brushing her foot against my leg under the table. I knew something was going to happen.
In the afternoon, it started raining heavily. Power went off. We sat in the living room with candles. She wore a thin white kurti and leggings that showed every curve.
“Arjun, I feel so lonely when Rohan is away,” she said softly. “You’re such good company.”
I moved closer. “Bhabhi, I’m always here for you.”
She put her head on my shoulder. I could smell her shampoo. My hand automatically went to her waist. She didn’t move away. Instead, she turned her face towards me. Our lips were inches apart.
“Arjun… do you think I’m attractive?” she whispered.
“Bhabhi, you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever seen,” I said honestly.
She smiled and suddenly kissed me. Soft at first, then deep. Her tongue entered my mouth. I pulled her closer, my hands grabbing her big boobs over the kurti. They were so soft and heavy.
We kissed passionately for ten minutes. My lund was poking against her thigh. She felt it and pressed harder.
Then she pulled back, breathing heavily. “This is wrong, Arjun… we shouldn’t…”
But her eyes were full of lust.
I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her neck, biting softly. “Bhabhi, I’ve wanted you for years. Please…”
She moaned and surrendered. We moved to her bedroom – the same bed she shared with bhaiya.
I removed her kurti slowly. Her black bra could barely contain those 36D boobs. I unhooked it and they bounced out – pink nipples hard and erect. I sucked one while squeezing the other. She arched her back and moaned loudly – “Ahhh… Arjun… suck harder… yes…”
I spent twenty minutes just on her boobs – licking, sucking, biting gently. She was going crazy, pulling my hair.
Then I moved down, kissing her stomach, removing her leggings. Her black panty was soaked. I could smell her arousal. I pulled it down and saw her clean-shaven chut – pink lips glistening with juices.
“Bhabhi, your chut is so beautiful…”
I spread her legs and licked her slowly from bottom to top. She tasted sweet and salty. When my tongue touched her clit, she screamed – “Ohhh fuck… Arjun… yes… lick me there…”
I ate her chut like a starving man – tongue fucking her hole, sucking her clit, two fingers inside curling to hit her G-spot. She came hard within minutes, her thighs shaking, juices flooding my mouth.
“Arjun… I’ve never felt like this… Rohan never does this…”
Now it was her turn. She pushed me on the bed and removed my shorts. My 7-inch lund sprang out, thick and veiny.
“Wow… it’s so big… bigger than your brother’s,” she said and took it in her hand.
She stroked it slowly, then licked the tip. Pre-cum oozed out. She licked it clean and then took half in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt like heaven. She sucked like a pro – deep throating, playing with my balls, making slurping sounds.
I couldn’t hold long. “Bhabhi… I’m going to cum…”
She sucked faster and I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and smiled. “Tasty…”
We rested for a while, cuddling naked. But my lund got hard again seeing her body.
This time she climbed on top. She guided my dick to her chut and sat down slowly. “Ahhhh… it’s stretching me… so thick…”
She started riding me – slow at first, then faster. Her big boobs bounced wildly. I grabbed them and pinched her nipples.
“Fuck me harder, bhabhi… your chut is so tight…”
She rode like a pornstar, grinding her clit against me. We both came together – me filling her chut with hot cum, her squirting all over my stomach.
But we weren’t done. That night we fucked three more times.
Second round – missionary. I pounded her hard, her legs wrapped around my waist. “Chod mujhe zor se, devarji… make me your randi…”
Third round – doggy style. I grabbed her big ass and slammed into her from behind. The sound of my balls slapping her ass filled the room. “Yes… fuck my gaand like that… deeper…”
I even fingered her ass while fucking her chut. She loved it.
Fourth round – she gave me a boob job, my dick between her huge tits, then I fucked her mouth until I came on her face.
We slept naked, my head on her boobs.
The next 10 days were pure bliss. Bhaiya was away, so we had the flat to ourselves.
Every morning started with a blowjob. She would wake me up by sucking my morning wood.
We fucked in every room – kitchen (she bent over the counter while cooking), bathroom (under the shower), balcony (at night, risking neighbours seeing), even on the washing machine.
One day we tried role play. She wore a school girl outfit she had bought online – short skirt, white shirt tied under boobs. “Sir, please punish me for being naughty…”
I spanked her ass red and then fucked her hard.
Another day she dressed as a saree-clad bahu and I as devar sneaking in. We did it slowly, whispering dirty things.
She taught me new positions – 69 (we both came in each other’s mouths), cowgirl reverse (watching her ass bounce), spooning (slow romantic fucking).
I ate her chut almost daily. She loved it when I tongue-fucked her ass too. She said Rohan never did that.
We watched porn together and recreated scenes. One was a massage turning sexual – I oiled her entire body and fucked her slippery ass cheeks before entering her chut.
By the end, her chut was moulded to my lund shape. She said she couldn’t imagine going back to normal sex with bhaiya.
On the last night before bhaiya returned, we fucked slowly and passionately five times. We cried a little, knowing it had to end.
“Arjun, this was the best time of my life. Whenever Rohan goes away, you have to come,” she whispered.
I promised.
When bhaiya returned, everything was normal on the surface. But sometimes when we were alone for a minute, she would squeeze my lund or I would pinch her ass.
And we both knew – this was just the beginning.