My name is Disha, I’m 19 years old, and I live in Gorakhpur. I’m fair-skinned, 5 feet 4 inches tall, with a killer 34-28-36 figure. My tits are full and perky, barely contained by my 34-size bra. I hate wearing panties, and my pussy is completely shaved, pink, and so tempting it could drive anyone wild. My ass is wide and round, swaying seductively when I walk, drawing stares wherever I go. I’m a college student, and my sexy vibe has guys drooling over me. My sister, Priya, is 24, slim, with a slightly dusky complexion but a face so gorgeous it stops people in their tracks. My jija (brother-in-law), Rakesh, is 26, 6 feet tall, with a chiseled, muscular body and a rugged charm that screams masculinity. His cock, as I later found out, is thick and long—enough to make any girl lose her mind. My parents are middle-class; Mom is 45, a housewife, and Dad is 50, a government employee. My brother, Rahul, 22, is studying engineering in Delhi.
This story happened a week after my sister’s wedding. The festive vibe was still in the air, but things were about to get a lot hotter. My jija had left for his hometown three days after the wedding for some important exam. After finishing it, he came straight back to Gorakhpur without telling anyone. That day, I was home alone. Mom, Dad, and Priya had gone to Ayodhya for a puja. Ayodhya is about 200 kilometers from Gorakhpur, so they wouldn’t be back until late at night. Rahul was in Delhi, leaving the house eerily quiet.
Around 3 PM, Jija showed up at the door. I was wearing a tight top and capri pants that hugged my curves perfectly. Seeing him caught me off guard. “Jija, you? You didn’t even tell anyone!” I said, laughing nervously. He grinned, “Wanted to surprise you, Disha.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I cooked for him—potato curry, rotis, and dal. We ate together, his eyes roaming over my face and chest as we talked. I noticed but didn’t say anything, secretly enjoying the attention.
After lunch, we sat in the living room. Jija started joking around. “Disha, you look like the queen of your college. Got a boyfriend yet?” I blushed, “No, Jija, just focusing on studies.” He laughed, “A hot girl like you, only studying? I don’t buy it.” His playful tone was laced with something else, something that made my heart race. He brushed his hand against my cheek, then my shoulder. His touch sent sparks through my body. I thought to myself, This is my chance. Marriage is years away, so why not have some fun with a man like Jija?
I decided to play along. “Jija, you’re so handsome. Di is so lucky.” He smirked, “You’re not bad yourself, Disha. That figure of yours could drive any man crazy.” His words made my breath hitch. I deliberately pulled my top up a bit, showing off my waist. His eyes locked onto it, and he moved closer, pressing his hand lightly against my tits. “Jija, what are you doing?” I teased, pretending to be shocked but letting him know I was into it. “Does it feel bad?” he asked, his voice low. I smiled, “No, do it more.”
His hands got bolder, squeezing my tits firmly. My nipples hardened, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. It was the first time a man had touched me like this, and it was driving me wild. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed him and kissed him hard, my tongue diving into his mouth. He kissed me back, hungry and rough, then lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my tits against his broad chest. “Ohh, Jija…” I moaned softly.
He yanked off my top and unhooked my bra, freeing my full, creamy tits. He dove in, sucking and nibbling my nipples. “Fuck, Jija… suck them harder…” I moaned, my voice trembling with need. I asked, “Getting anything out of them?” He chuckled, “Nothing here, but I bet your pussy’s dripping already.” I blushed, “It’s been wet for a while.”
He tugged off my capri, revealing my bare, pink pussy. Spreading my legs, he buried his face between them, his tongue lapping at my clit. “Ohhh… fuck… Jija… lick it… don’t stop…” I gasped, my body writhing as waves of pleasure hit me. I grabbed his hair, grinding my pussy against his mouth as I came, my juices soaking his face. “Jija, you’re a fucking magician… keep sucking…” I begged, my voice hoarse.
He slid a finger into my pussy, then, when it was slick with my juices, pushed it into my tight asshole. “Ohhh… what the fuck are you doing?” I groaned, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming. “Jija, please… fuck my pussy… I need your cock inside me…” I pleaded, desperate.
He grinned and pulled out his cock—thick, veiny, and massive. My eyes widened. He shoved it into my mouth, and I gagged, struggling to take it. “Fuck… it’s too big…” I gasped, but he kept thrusting. “Suck it, Disha, make it wet,” he growled. I licked and sucked, tasting his salty precum. Then he pulled out and rubbed his cock against my pussy lips. He tried pushing in, but I winced, “It hurts…” He paused, but I urged him, “No, do it… I want it.”
With one hard thrust, he buried his cock inside me. “Ohhh… fuck… ahhh…” I screamed as pain tore through me. Blood trickled out—my virginity was gone. Tears welled up, but Jija stroked my face, “It’s normal the first time, Disha. It happened with your sister too.” His words calmed me, and he started fucking me slowly. “Slap… slap… slap…” the sound of his cock pounding my pussy filled the room. “Ohhh… Jija… fuck me deeper…” I moaned, my pain turning to pleasure.
He sucked my tongue, squeezed my tits, and slammed into me harder. “Disha, your pussy’s so fucking tight… feels so good…” he groaned. “Jija… fuck me harder… tear my pussy apart…” I screamed, matching his rhythm, my ass lifting off the bed. “Slap… slap… ahhh… ohhh…” my moans mixed with the wet sounds of his cock. He came hard, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I licked the cum off his cock, savoring its taste. “Fuck, it’s so good…” I purred.
I hadn’t fully climaxed yet, and my pussy was sore. I brought some grapes and fed them to him with my lips, then placed one on my nipple. He sucked it off, growling, “You’re such a tease, Disha.” Within half an hour, he was ready again. This time, he fucked me harder, the bed creaking under us. “Slap… slap… slap…” “Ohhh… Jija… destroy my pussy…” I screamed, lost in ecstasy. My body shook, my thighs clenched, and I came hard, gripping his hair. “Fuck… I’m cumming…” I gasped. He pulled out and shot his load in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop.
An hour later, we went at it again. He begged, “Disha, let me fuck your ass.” I blushed, “No, Jija, just my pussy.” We fucked for another 30 minutes, my moans echoing—“Slap… slap… ahhh… ohhh…” Three rounds in three hours left my pussy swollen and aching. I could barely walk, my legs trembling. Jija had fucked me raw.
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