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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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I am Pavani and this is an account of my sexual exploits after marriage.
During the years I spent studying in the US, I had dated many men — white, black, Asian and Indian.
My favorites were the blacks with their long and broad dicks that filled my tight teen pussy, their stamina to fuck me for hours making me cum multiple times and their ability to cum again and again unlike the Indian guys who didn’t last more than a couple minutes and couldn’t get it up again after they came.
But that lifestyle of sexual exploration ended soon after graduation. Coming from a traditional Indian family, I had to marry Rahul at the age of 23, immediately after I graduated.
Rahul was 26 years old and came from a wealthy Zamindar family.
He was the older son of Rt. Col. Ravindra Thakur, a wealthy, 50 year old battle-hardened army man who had now retired to their ancestral village, inherited the family farm and had grown the family business considerably since his retirement.
His wife, Shalini, had passed away a few years ago, prompting him to take early retirement so he could take care of the family and his kids.
Rahul’s younger brother, Ajay was a 20-year old college student and a state-level weight-lifter.
Rahul and I returned to the US for a few months after our wedding in India for an extended honeymoon when tragedy struck. Rahul was paralyzed waist down after a road accident and we decided to return to India to be with family.
My life had gone from being sexually vibrant and fulfilling to completely dry in a matter of months.
What made matters worse was that I was living in a house full of men — Rahul’s father and brother were both extremely handsome men.
Other than Radha, a 20 year old maid, all the other help — from gardener to employees in the family business were all men of different ages.
I started helping out in domestic work like cooking and laundry. It was a way for me to connect with the only other woman in the house and make a new friend.
Within a few months, Radha and I had become good friends and often discussed a wide range of topics while we worked in the house together.
With time, we also got comfortable discussing sexual topics with each other.
She was amazed at my sexual exploits in the US. One day, she confessed to me that she had lost her virginity to Rahul’s dad, who had forced himself on her 9years ago, when she was just 18 and had started working at their place.
While she had technically been raped, Radha said that Rahul’s dad had actually made passionate love to her, eating her virgin pussy to multiple orgasms before he took her virginity and pounded her pussy all night long.
She didn’t hold any ill-feelings and felt he was a very considerate and gentle lover and she enjoyed being fucked by him.
She also confessed that the only other lover she had known was Ajay, who she said was insatiable and could go on and on for hours and could fuck her many times a day.
She was now pregnant and when I asked her who the father was, she said it was the senior Zamindar, because when she conceived, Ajay was away for two months, first at a national training camp and then a competition.
She also confessed that the Zamindar had also impregnated her mother.
Radha’s one year old brother was the Zamindar’s.
In fact, Radha had started working at the household and “serving” the needs of the Zamindar and his younger son when her mom got pregnant and couldn’t work anymore.
“But mom has a point,” Radha said when she narrated the story of her mother’s impregnation after nearly two years of getting fucked by both the Zamindar father and son.
“Mom says I was conceived on the night of her marriage and was born exactly 9 months later, whereas it took the Zamindar two years of almost daily fucking to impregnate her. So whose sperm is more potent?”
She laughed when she said that.
I was a revolted at the men taking women for granted. It was almost taken for granted that a woman working in a wealthy family was available to be used sexually by the men of the household.
At the same time, hearing about her and her mom’s sexual experiences turned me on considering I was completely deprived of sex after my husband’s paralysis.
While doing laundry one day, I noticed cum stains on one of the men’s underwear and wondered whether it was Rahul’s brother’s or father’s.
I showed it to Radha.
Embarrassed and red-faced, she said it was Rahul’s dad’s, who often masturbated and cleaned himself with his underwear when there were others in the house and he couldn’t risk fucking Radha to relieve himself.
All this talk, being surrounded by strapping young men and lots of testosterone but no action was not easy for me to digest and I started fantasizing about the men around me, masturbating to thoughts of being fucked by them to satisfy my own sexual needs.
One day, the shower in my bathroom wasn’t working.
Rahul’s dad was out in the farm working, so I decided to use his.
I didn’t bother locking the shower door knowing he wasn’t home.
But using the same shower where I knew he stood naked and touched his naked body while soaping himself made me horny and I masturbated while showering.
Once I came, I imagined what it would be like to be fucked by a national level weight lifter and masturbated again thinking about Ajay fucking me.
It was the longest shower I ever took, helping myself two a couple orgasms before stepping out.
After my shower, I draped a white dupatta around me.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw my father-in-law with his pants down, rubbing the panties I had set out on the bed to wear after the shower against his hard dick.
His back was turned towards me, so he didn’t know I could see him.
His cock was easily 9″ long and as wide as many of the black cocks I had experienced before marriage and I knew I had to have him in me.
I was so overcome by lust that I didn’t think of consequences or others in the house.
All I could think of was how his cock would feel in me. Involuntarily, my fingers found my pussy and I started rubbing myself, watching him masturbate with my panties.
I must have moaned because he suddenly turned towards me with both shame and lust in his eyes.
“Bahu!” he exclaimed in shock at being caught
I knew I looked sexy with only my dripping wet see-through white dupatta covering my nakedness. Soaked wet by now, it hid absolutely nothing
I watched him staring at my body hungrily, his hard cock pointing straight at me, my white lace panties hanging from it.
Both of us stared at each other for a long time, unable to act on the growing sexual hunger each of us was feeling.
The fact that I didn’t scold him or react angrily must have encouraged him, because eventually he walked up to me, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my pussy.
Taking my fingers in his mouth, he sucked them, tasting my wetness.
“Bahu,” he said in a hoarse voice, looking me up and down my body, “you are beautiful” he said.
“It’s ok papaji”, I replied with a fake shyness, hiding my growing lust.
Overcome with desire, he pulled me to him and kissed my lips hard.
I opened my mouth and responded with all the pent-up passion and hunger.
Our tongues met in a wet hungry kiss and we were kissing noisily and hungrily.
His hand cupped my breast and squeezed making me moan. As we sucked on each others’ tongues, his hands explored my body, caressing my butt, boobs and pussy over my dripping wet dupatta.
“Bahu,” he said breaking the kiss after a few minutes, one hand pinching a nipple and the other caressing me up and down my opening, “your dupatta is completely wet. You will catch a cold wearing wet clothes,” and he pulled my dupatta off my shoulder exposing my breasts.
I was wat too turned on hungry for a man…pretty much any man… and was kissig him passionately.
He used my dupatta to wipe the water off my body and started rubbing my pussy with it.
“Oh papaji” I groaned, grinding my hips in rhythm with his hand rubbing my pussy.
“I am sorry beta, but I can’t stop myself now” he said, kissing me again.
His fingers circled my nipple before gently pinching it. With his other hand, he grabbed my butt and thrust his hardness against my groin.
My pussy was gushing with my juices and I couldn’t wait for his hardness to pound me. I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his face as I kissed him hard and deep.
We must have kissed for at least five minutes with his rough hands exploring my body and touching me everywhere.
I was exploring his hard body too and soon my hands found his cock.
I started stroking him and he moaned with pleasure.
Letting the dupatta drop to the floor, he started caressing my naked pussy.
The moment his finger entered me, shock waves went through my body.
Releasing his cock and balls and stood back red-faced. “Oh papaji, you are so big” I said admiring the hardness pointed at my face.
“Beta, I know after Rahul’s accident, you probably haven’t had a man.” he said, justifying his lust for his daughter-in-law to himself, “It’s ok I will make you happy today” .
He made me sit down with his hardness pointed at my face.
“It’s ok” he said again, grabbing my hair and guiding my mouth towards his dick.
I kissed the tip of his dick, which was glistening with precum already.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes, moaning with contentment.
“Aaaaah…mooh me lo beta” he groaned.
Grabbing my head, he thrust his hardness down my throat.
I almost gagged, but he pulled out just in time before thrusting back in my mouth.
Taking his shaft in my mouth, I sucked him hungrily, caressing his balls with my hands.
My saliva was dripping from his shaft as I sucked him hard.
I could feel the veins around his hard shaft against my tongue as I sucked him.
He stopped me after a few minutes, and made me stand up.
My saliva still dripping from his dick as I released it and stood up.
He resumed kissing my mouth and licked all over my face, my neck and chest before he licked my exposed pink nipple.
As he was kissing me, he guided me to the bed and made me lie down on my back.
“You are so beautiful,” he said stepping back and admiring my nakedness, “I want to enjoy every inch of your body,” he said, “would you want me to do that?”
“Yes, papaji” I moaned, my body aching for sex, having been deprived of it for so long.
My nipple was already hard and he pulled on it and released it, making my boob jiggle.
Then he repeated it with the other boob.
He did that a few times before hungrily taking half my boob in his mouth and sucking it.
He bit one nipple and then the other and I couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped my mouth. Encouraged by the pleasure I was experiencing, he attacked my nipples with frenzy.
I lay there on my father-in-law’s bed completely naked, with him on top of me sucking my nipple like a baby.
He squeezed the other breast again and again, in rhythm with sucking my nipple.
“Zor se papaji” I groaned in delight with feelings I hadn’t felt for months.
Encouraged, he bit the nipple and sucked it even harder. He took turns sucking each nipple for 5-10 minutes. During this time, his hands caressed and massaged my pussy, which was already dripping wet.
“You need this beta are you enjoying it?” he asked as he entered me with two fingers and fucked me with his fingers.
“Yes papaji, yes, yes, yes, aur zor se” I said as I felt his fingers take me towards an orgasm.
I was thrusting my hips to the growing tempo of his fingers thrusting hard in and out of my pussy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” I screamed and arched my back as I came with a massive orgasm, soaking his fingers completely with my cum.
He kissed my mouth and kept his fingers in my pussy till my orgasm passed. Then he licked his fingers hungrily, enjoying the taste of my cum.
“You are delicious” he said after licking my juices off his fingers, “I want to taste your pussy”
With that, he spread my legs wide and started kissing and licking the inside of my thighs. He licked all around my pussy which was wet with my juices. He bit into the soft flesh around my pussy before running his tongue up and down my opening.
Taking my pussy in his mouth, he bit my pussy wall and sucked it. Pulling it with his lips and releasing it repeatedly.
I grabbed his head and thrust my pussy into his face.
“Don’t tease me papaji, just take me” I groaned.
He slid his tongue inside me while continuing to suck my pussy.
“Oh god…yes” I screamed
He fucked my pussy with his tongue going in and out.
He sucked on my clit and tickled it with his lips and tongue.
I was in heaven and enjoying the passion with which I was being eaten.
He ate me hungrily for 15 minutes till I came in his mouth with another shuddering orgasm. He continued to suck and drink my juices till the orgasm passed completely.
He then climbed back on top of me and kissed my mouth.
“You are beautiful and taste just as lovely. I could eat you all day” he said.
“Papaji!” I giggled embarrassed and then added shyly, “you ate me so well, I couldn’t say no to your wishes.”
We kissed passionately again. My hands exploring his body and my nails digging into his hard back as he ate my mouth with as much expertise as he had eaten my pussy.
He was rubbing his hard dick against my pussy, probably unsure for the first time about the morality of actually fucking me. My pussy was being teased with the hardness I wanted in me as he kissed me and caressed my breasts.
Unable to bear the teasing anymore, I guided his dick to my opening.
Breaking the kiss, he looked at me and said, “are you sure beta?”
“haan papaji” I said and pushed his dick into me.
He was gentle at first, slowly sliding his massive hardness into my soft and tight pussy as I was screaming and groaning in pleasure.
Eventually all his hardness was buried deep inside me. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he started moving in and out of me, slowly at first before picking up the tempo.
I expected him to cum quickly but he pounded my pussy for over five minutes faster and faster with each thrust. His hardness was rubbing against my g-spot and I was coming close to another orgasm myself.
Just as I came, he arched his back, thrust all the way into me and screamed as he erupted deep inside me.
I felt his seed flow through me, load after load filling me up. He grunted with each thrust as his cock emptied in me.
I grabbed his cock hard with my pussy walls, milking it and draining it of every drop of his cum.
I was completely exhausted having cum so many times while he fucked me with an expertise Rahul never had and lay back panting.
He wasn’t done with me though. He continued kissing my neck and breasts while I lay back recovering and panting, his cock still buried inside me. Soon, I felt him start to get hard again in me as he sucked on one nipple after the other hungrily. Before long, he was moving inside me again.
Turning me over, he made me get on my hands and knees and entered me from behind.
This time around, there was no gentleness as he thrust his manhood in my pussy hard, thrusting fast and deep.
He fucked me doggy-style for a good 10 minutes and I came again.
After my orgasm passed, he pulled out of me and ate my pussy for a few minutes, lapping up my juices before.
He then made me lay on my side and lifting one leg in the air and pounding me sideways for another 10 minutes.
“Bas papaji, bas” I was gasping in exhaustion, “kitna chodenge?”.
“Yeh to bas shuruvaat hai beta” he said drilling hard into me, “I want to enjoy you all day and all night.”
He lay me back on my back, lifting my legs high in the air and pounding me from above.
I was crying in pleasure and exhaustion as he fucked me like an animal for another 10 minutes before emptying inside me again.
He let me rest for half an hour before making me climb on top of him and taking me again.
Finally, we showered again together and he fucked me a fourth time in the shower.
I was sore all over and completely used by the time he was done fucking me a fifth time…this time pounding me for close to an hour before he came.
Finally spent, he rolled over next to me, panting heavily.
“Maza aya beta?” he asked caressing my naked breast.
“Haan papaji,” I replied, panting heavily.
“Would you like me to do this again?”
“Haan papaji.”
“Everyday?”
“Everyday and every night,” I replied, kissing him.
He fell asleep after a few minutes. Getting off the bed, I started putting my clothes on — close to three hours after my shower.
With five loads of my father-in-law’s sperm inside me, I dressed on shaky legs and returned to my room, taking a couple pills to make sure I didn’t get pregnant.
He came to my bedroom again that night and fucked me three more times making Rahul watch his wife being taken by his father.
I was so aroused that I kept erupting in orgasm after orgasm begging him to fuck me harder and deeper.
I wouldn’t have believed a 50 year old man could fuck me 8 times in a day till that day. The most I had been fucked was four times by one of my black boyfriends.
This was both fulfilling and exhausting. As I started drifting off to sleep, I couldn’t help wonder if his younger son was as good as his father. I hoped to find out soon.
THE END
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