My name is Aasha. I’m a 22-year-old married woman with a 3-year-old son. But my story of getting fucked started about four years ago when I was 18, just stepping into the wild rush of youth. I was a bit of a reckless girl back then, already hooked on the internet, watching all sorts of dirty stuff. Every guy I saw made my pussy tingle with thoughts of him pounding me hard. But that was just a fantasy—until it wasn’t.
It all began when I met a friend who poured filthy ideas into my head. She told me how she gets fucked by her dad every day. When she described her first time, how he rammed her senseless, my pussy got so wet I could barely stand it. Her words planted a seed, and soon I was looking at my own dad—my Bapu—with new, sinful eyes. I started imagining him fucking me, his thick cock splitting me open. That’s when I decided to make it happen. I crafted a plan to seduce him, to make him crave me as much as I craved him.
I stopped wearing my dupatta around him, choosing tight, low-cut kurtas that showed off my tits. I wanted him to see every curve, every bounce. My mind was consumed with thoughts of his hands on me, his dick inside me. One day, I saw him sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper. I grabbed a broom and started sweeping the room, bending over deliberately so my tits dangled, practically spilling out of my kurta. I caught him staring, his eyes locked on my cleavage, hungry. I blushed and scurried out, my heart racing. The next day, I did it again, and his gaze was even hungrier. On the third day, I wore a skin-tight salwar-kurta combo, bending over to clean under his bed, my ass pointed right at him. I could feel his eyes burning into me. As I turned, his hand grazed my ass, sending a jolt through my body. I froze, shocked at how fast my plan was working. I looked at him, and he slid his hand over my ass again, squeezing one cheek hard. I started to run, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. Holy fuck—his cock was rock-hard, pressing against my ass through his lungi. I squirmed, trying to break free, but his grip was too strong. He started groping my tits over my kurta, kneading them roughly. I gasped, “Bapu, what are you doing? This is wrong!”
But I didn’t move. His mouth found my tit, sucking through the fabric. It felt so fucking good, my pussy throbbing with need. Then my mom’s voice cut through, “Aasha!” I bolted, and he let me go, both of us panting.
From that day, Bapu was relentless. Every chance he got, he’d touch me—kissing my lips, squeezing my tits, slapping my ass, even slipping a finger into my pussy. I fucking loved it, letting him do whatever he wanted, my body begging for more. One day, I was in the kitchen making tea when he crept up behind me. His hard cock pressed against my ass through his lungi. I pushed back, grinding my ass against him, feeling his dick nestle between my cheeks. I swayed my hips, teasing him, and he groaned, grabbing my tit and squeezing hard. I stood there, letting him, until Mom’s voice broke the spell again, “Aasha, is the tea ready?”
“Coming!” I called, smirking as Bapu muttered, “Fucking hell, why does she always show up?”
I could tell Bapu was losing it, desperate to fuck me. I loved teasing him, driving him wild. The next day, as I headed to the bathroom to shower, he grabbed me and pulled me inside. His eyes were wild with lust. I yelped, and he snapped, “What’s wrong, you little slut? Can’t keep quiet?”
I stammered, “Bapu, I’m late for college!”
Just then, Mom heard my shout and rushed over, “What happened?”
“I slipped,” I lied, winking at Bapu.
“Did you hurt your pussy?” she asked, concerned.
“No, but Bapu might’ve,” I teased, glancing at him.
“What? Why him?” she asked.
“He bumped into the wall trying to catch me,” I said, barely holding back a laugh.
“Oh, he’s getting old but still acts like a kid. What if he broke a bone?” Mom said.
“Exactly what I told him, Mom. Bapu, you’re too old for this jumping around!” I giggled. Bapu stormed off, pissed.
He was now dead-set on fucking me. I played dirtier, locking my bedroom door at night to keep him on edge. But then fate handed him the perfect chance. My uncle passed away, and Mom had to leave for a few days. It was just me and Bapu at home for 4-5 days. I knew the second he got back from dropping Mom at the station, he’d fuck me senseless. I wore a sheer blue kurta that hugged my curves, my tits practically begging to be touched. When he walked in, he came up behind me in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me, like a husband claiming his wife. I melted into him, my pussy aching for his cock. He kissed my neck, slow and hungry, his hands roaming—one squeezing my ass, the other groping my tits. I turned off the stove, and he scooped me up, carrying me to the bedroom.
Bapu was built like a bull, 41 years old but looking 35, his body strong and commanding. He laid me on the bed, locked the door, and came to me. I closed my eyes, knowing my pussy was about to get wrecked. I waited for his touch, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and gasped—holy shit, he was naked, his thick, black cock standing like a fucking rod between his legs. I blushed, realizing this was the dick I’d been craving. He stood over me and said, “Won’t you look at me, baby girl?”
I gazed at his chiseled body, then reached for his cock, gripping it in my hands. It was hot, hard as steel. “Bapu, can I suck it? Please?” I begged.
“Yes, baby, it’s all yours. Suck it,” he growled.
I took his cock in my mouth, savoring its thickness. The red tip was swollen, and I ran my tongue over it, tasting him. He moaned as I sucked harder, treating his dick like a lollipop, slurping and licking. His hands weren’t idle—he slipped one into my kurta’s deep neckline, grabbing my tit and squeezing hard. I stood, ripped off my kurta and bra, freeing my full, heavy tits. Bapu went wild, diving onto them, sucking and kneading like a starved man. It felt so fucking good, my pussy dripping as I remembered my friend’s stories of her dad fucking her. Bapu sucked my tits like a baby desperate for milk, leaving them red and tender.
Then he moved between my legs, staring at my pussy like it was a prize. It was already wet, leaking for him. He buried his face in it, sucking my clit, his tongue diving deep inside. My body burned, every nerve screaming with pleasure. No one had ever touched my pussy like this, and now my own dad was eating it out. I spread my legs wider, letting him devour me, his tongue fucking my hole. “Ohhh, Bapu, fuck, that’s so good!” I moaned, my hips bucking.
After feasting on my pussy, he climbed over me. I lay back, legs spread, heart pounding. He spread my pussy lips and positioned his throbbing cock at my entrance, then pushed in. “Aaaahhh! Ohhh fuck! Uuuhhh!” I screamed as his dick tore through my virgin pussy, stretching me painfully. I looked down—only half his cock was in. Before I could say anything, he slammed in deeper. “Eeee! Aaaahhh! Ohhh shit!” I cried, writhing under him. His entire cock was buried in me now, my pussy stuffed to the brim. My eyes squeezed shut from the pain, but he stayed still, letting me adjust. I felt something wet and touched it—my hand came away bloody. “Bapu, look! You tore my pussy! There’s blood!” I gasped.
He chuckled, “Silly girl, that’s just your cherry breaking.”
My friend had told me about this, so I relaxed. He started playing with my tits again, sucking and squeezing, easing the pain. Then he began thrusting, his cock pounding my pussy, ripping it apart. “Ohhh fuck, Bapu! Aaaahhh!” I moaned, my pussy begging for mercy, but my body craving more. I wanted this—his dick owning me. His thrusts got faster, harder, each one driving deeper. He kissed me, his tongue fucking my mouth as his cock fucked my pussy. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The pleasure built, overwhelming me. “Aaaahhh! Ohhh! Eeee! Fuck, yes!” I screamed as I came, my pussy clenching around his cock. His thrusts grew frantic, and soon he grunted, flooding my pussy with hot cum. I felt it spill inside me, warm and thick, making me smile—he’d fucked me raw.
I lay there, his cock still inside, softening. It was soaked with our cum, and I leaned down, licking it clean, tasting our mixed juices. I sucked him again, and within minutes, his dick was hard again. He looked at me, eyes dark with lust. “Want more, baby girl?”
I kissed his lips and purred, “My king, we’ve got four days. I want you to fuck me nonstop. And I want something new now.”
“What’s that?” he asked, smirking.
Blushing, I hid my face and mumbled, “I want… my ass… fucked by you.”
He grabbed my shoulders, voice thick with love and lust. “My sweet girl, you want that too? Alright, I’ll fuck your ass.”
I was thrilled—I loved ass play, often shoving a cucumber or eggplant up there when alone. I got on all fours, ass up, knees and elbows on the bed. Bapu knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks, inspecting my tight hole. He touched it with a finger, making me shiver, then spit on it, rubbing his cock against my asshole. He grabbed my hips and pushed, his thick cock forcing its way in. “Aaaahhh! Fuck, Bapu!” I screamed, the pain searing as his dick stretched my ass. I’d only used slim veggies before—this was a whole new level. He started pounding, relentless, his cock slamming into my ass with wet, slapping sounds—fap, fap, fap. “Ohhh, yes, fuck my ass!” I moaned, loving the burn. He gripped my hips like a dog in heat, occasionally reaching to squeeze my tits. I was lost in the pleasure, my ass taking every brutal thrust.
After what felt like forever, he groaned and came, filling my ass with his hot load. I collapsed, exhausted, my ass and pussy throbbing. But Bapu was insatiable, a true fuck machine. He fucked me every couple of hours—my pussy, my ass, treating me like his wife. I took a four-day leave from college, letting him ravage me. No one ever knew, not then, not now. I used pills to avoid pregnancy, and even today, whenever Bapu gets the chance, he fucks me hard. I still crave his cock, every damn time.
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