Story: Bahu ya rakhel? Fucked by father-in-law
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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 coming from a traditional Indian family, I had to marry Rahul at the age of 21, immediately after I completed college.
Rahul was 24 years old and came from a 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 k**s.
Rahul’s younger brother, Ajay was a 19-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 an 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. Besides Radha, a 27 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. While doing laundry one day, I noticed cum stains on one of the underwear and wondered whether it was Rahul’s brother’s or father’s.
By then, Radha and I had become good friends and were 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 9 years ago, when she was just 18 and had started working at their place. While she had technically been ****d, Radha said that Rahul’s dad had actually made passionate love to her, making her cum many times 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.
So, when I found the cum-stained underwear, 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 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 shower where I knew he stood naked made me horny and I masturbated while showering.
After my shower, I d****d myself in one of the sheer white wearable towels I had got from the US. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw my father-in-law with his pants down, rubbing my panties 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 on 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 in my dripping wet semi-transparent towel that didn’t hide anything and I saw 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.
“I am sorry bahu, but 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.
“Nahin papaji” I protested half-heartedly, breaking the kiss.
“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 with one hand while I caressed his balls with the other. He groaned and eventually broke the kiss.
Releasing his cock and balls and stood back red-faced. “Sorry papaji, this is wrong” I said, hoping he would ignore my protests.
“No beta, I know after Rahul’s accident, you probably haven’t had a man. It’s ok” he said, justifying his lust for his daughter-in-law to himself.
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 and ticked it with my tongue. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.
“Aaaaah…mooh me lo beta” he groaned.
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.
“I want you” he said hoarsely, threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me.
“Papaji nahin” I said, while my hands pulled him to me.
He resumed kissing my mouth while taking the towel off one shoulder and exposing one of my breasts.
He licked all over my face, my neck and chest before he licked my exposed pink nipple.
“You are so beautiful, I want to lick you all over” he said.
“Yes, papaji” I moaned.
My nipple was already hard and he pulled on it and released it, making my boob jiggle. He did that a few times before hungrily taking half my boob in his mouth and sucking it. He took the towel off me completely and 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.
“Yeh galat hai papaji” I was saying, but my hand was guiding his fingers inside my pussy.
“You need this beta and I know you are enjoying it”, he said 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 before making 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.
“Yeh to bas shuruvaat hai beta” he said drilling hard into me.
He lay me back on my back, lifting my legs high in the aid and pounding me from above. I was crying in pleasure and exhaustion as he fucked me like an a****l for another 10 minutes before emptying inside me a second time.
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 fell asleep on top of me in his bed. 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, eating my pussy, sucking my nipples sore and making me cum each time before emptying his seed inside me. 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 and I was looking forward to the next time he chose to take me as I finally fell asleep that night.
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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 coming from a traditional Indian family, I had to marry Rahul at the age of 21, immediately after I completed college.
Rahul was 24 years old and came from a 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 k**s.
Rahul’s younger brother, Ajay was a 19-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 an 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. Besides Radha, a 27 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. While doing laundry one day, I noticed cum stains on one of the underwear and wondered whether it was Rahul’s brother’s or father’s.
By then, Radha and I had become good friends and were 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 9 years ago, when she was just 18 and had started working at their place. While she had technically been ****d, Radha said that Rahul’s dad had actually made passionate love to her, making her cum many times 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.
So, when I found the cum-stained underwear, 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 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 shower where I knew he stood naked made me horny and I masturbated while showering.
After my shower, I d****d myself in one of the sheer white wearable towels I had got from the US. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw my father-in-law with his pants down, rubbing my panties 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 on 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 in my dripping wet semi-transparent towel that didn’t hide anything and I saw 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.
“I am sorry bahu, but 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.
“Nahin papaji” I protested half-heartedly, breaking the kiss.
“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 with one hand while I caressed his balls with the other. He groaned and eventually broke the kiss.
Releasing his cock and balls and stood back red-faced. “Sorry papaji, this is wrong” I said, hoping he would ignore my protests.
“No beta, I know after Rahul’s accident, you probably haven’t had a man. It’s ok” he said, justifying his lust for his daughter-in-law to himself.
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 and ticked it with my tongue. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.
“Aaaaah…mooh me lo beta” he groaned.
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.
“I want you” he said hoarsely, threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me.
“Papaji nahin” I said, while my hands pulled him to me.
He resumed kissing my mouth while taking the towel off one shoulder and exposing one of my breasts.
He licked all over my face, my neck and chest before he licked my exposed pink nipple.
“You are so beautiful, I want to lick you all over” he said.
“Yes, papaji” I moaned.
My nipple was already hard and he pulled on it and released it, making my boob jiggle. He did that a few times before hungrily taking half my boob in his mouth and sucking it. He took the towel off me completely and 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.
“Yeh galat hai papaji” I was saying, but my hand was guiding his fingers inside my pussy.
“You need this beta and I know you are enjoying it”, he said 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 before making 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.
“Yeh to bas shuruvaat hai beta” he said drilling hard into me.
He lay me back on my back, lifting my legs high in the aid and pounding me from above. I was crying in pleasure and exhaustion as he fucked me like an a****l for another 10 minutes before emptying inside me a second time.
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 fell asleep on top of me in his bed. 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, eating my pussy, sucking my nipples sore and making me cum each time before emptying his seed inside me. 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 and I was looking forward to the next time he chose to take me as I finally fell asleep that night.
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Visit secrethopes.com for this story illustrated with pictures and animations and for my other stories.
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