**The Sarpanch’s Claim**

I knew the moment I saw Nandini, I had to have her. She was young—barely nineteen—with skin like honey and curves that made my cock twitch every time she walked past my office. As the village sarpanch, I had power, influence. But she was different. Shy, innocent, untouched. A virgin. And the way she resisted me only made me want her more.

Tonight, I found her alone at the well, the moonlight painting her in silver. She hurried to leave when she saw me, but I blocked her path. “Running so soon, Nandini?” I smirked.

She clutched her sari tight, eyes wide. “Sarpanch-ji, please, I have to go home—”

I caught her wrist, pulling her close. “Not yet.” My voice was rough, already thick with hunger. She gasped as my other hand slid down her back, cupping her firm ass. “You’ve been teasing me for months.”

“N-no, I haven’t!” Her breath hitched as I pressed against her, letting her feel my hard cock through my dhoti.

“Liar.” I dragged my lips along her neck, tasting her fear, her arousal. “You think I don’t see how you look at me?”

She whimpered, squirming, but I pinned her against the well’s edge. My fingers found the hem of her blouse, slipping under to squeeze her soft tits. Her nipples were already stiff, betraying her. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” I growled.

“No!” She tried to push me away, but her strength was nothing against mine. I yanked her sari loose, baring her smooth thighs. She cried out as I shoved my hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her cunt through her thin panties. “S-stop!”

I tore the fabric aside, thrusting two fingers into her tight pussy. She gasped, her nails digging into my arms. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned. Her cunt clenched around my fingers as I pumped them deep, her slick coating my skin.

“I—I can’t!” She sobbed, but her hips rocked against my hand, her body betraying her.

“You can,” I said, pulling my fingers out to lick her juices off. “You’re gonna take my cock, Nandini. And you’re gonna love it.”

She shook her head, but I spun her around, bending her over the well. Her round ass was bare now, her pussy glistening. I spit on my cock, rubbing the head against her slit. “Please,” she begged, but the word was weak, shaking.

I gripped her hips and shoved inside.

She screamed, her cunt clamping down like a vise. “Fuck!” I groaned, forcing myself deeper. Her virgin pussy was hot, tight, perfect. I didn’t stop until my balls were flush against her ass.

“Ah—hurts!” she sobbed, but I could feel her body adjusting, her walls fluttering around me.

“I know,” I murmured, pulling out just to slam back in. She whimpered, but her fingers gripped the stone, holding on. I fucked her slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then faster, harder. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the air, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

“You like this,” I growled, slapping her ass. She yelped, but her cunt squeezed me tighter. “Fucking liar. You love it.”

Her moans were louder now, her resistance crumbling. I reached around, rubbing her clit as I pounded into her. “Cum for me,” I ordered, pinching her nipple.

She came with a cry, her pussy milking my cock. I fucked her through it, then pulled out, jerking myself off onto her back. My cum splattered across her skin, marking her as mine.

Panting, I turned her to face me. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dazed. I kissed her hard, tasting her shame, her pleasure. “Next time,” I said, “you won’t fight me.”

She didn’t say no.