Priya was twenty-two and tired of pretending she didn't want cock. Every day she walked the dirt path to the well in her short cotton skirt, her full tits bouncing under the thin blouse, nipples hard from the breeze. The village men stared, but none had the balls to take her until Ramesh showed up.
He was the new farmhand, built like a bull, arms thick from lifting sacks. She caught him watching her ass as she bent over the well one morning.
"You like what you see, bastard?" she said straight out, turning to face him. Her skirt rode up, showing the dark hair between her legs.
Ramesh grinned, wiped sweat from his face, and stepped closer. "Fuck yes. That village girl pussy looks tight and wet. I want to bury my dick in it right now."
Priya didn't waste time. She grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the old haystack at the edge of the field. No one came there at midday. She dropped to her knees in the dirt, yanked his lungi open, and his thick brown cock sprang out, already hard and leaking. "Shit, that's a fat one," she muttered, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard.
Ramesh groaned and thrust forward, shoving more into her mouth. "Suck it, you dirty village slut. Get it sloppy for your cunt." Priya worked him deep, gagging as the head hit her throat, spit running down her chin onto her blouse. She reached under her skirt, fingered her own pussy, rubbing her swollen clit while she blew him.
After a minute she stood, turned around, and bent over the hay. "Fuck me. Stick that cock in my hole before someone sees." Ramesh flipped her skirt up, spat on his fingers, and rubbed her wet slit. Then he lined up and slammed inside in one thrust. Priya cried out, "Ah fuck, yes, stretch me!" Her pussy clenched around him, hot and tight.
He fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging. Each stroke made wet sounds as his cock pounded her dripping cunt. "Take it, you village whore," he growled, grabbing her hips. "This is what you wanted, walking around with that jiggling ass." Priya pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder, you fucker. Pound my pussy raw."
He reached around and pinched her clit while he drove in deep. Priya came first, legs shaking, juices squirting down her thighs as she moaned loud enough to risk getting caught. Ramesh didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the hay, spread her legs wide, and shoved back inside. Her tits spilled out of the blouse; he sucked one nipple hard while hammering her.
"Fill me up," she begged, nails digging into his back. "Shoot your cum in this village girl cunt." Ramesh grunted, thrust three more times, and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her. She felt every pulse, her pussy milking him dry.
They lay there panting for a minute, his cock still twitching in her. Then Priya pushed him off, stood, and wiped the mess from her thighs with her skirt. "Same time tomorrow," she said, voice raw. "Next time I want it in my ass."
Ramesh laughed, tucking his spent dick away. "You'll get it, dirty girl. I'll fuck that tight hole till you scream."
Priya walked back to the village with cum leaking down her leg, already planning how she'd ride him next. The fields hid plenty more secrets, and she was done pretending she didn't crave every filthy second of it.
