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 kids.

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 raped,
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 draped 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 beta...” 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.

“Kitni meethi ho beta...” he said after

licking my juices off his fingers, “I
want to eat 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...papaji!!!!!!” 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 animal 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.