My Army Dad Fucked Me in the Car

My dad used to be in the army, but he’s retired now. Even so, his physique is still jaw-dropping, like he’s straight out of his prime. Broad chest, bulging biceps, and a deep, commanding voice—he’s the kind of man who makes you weak in the knees. His rugged face has a charm that’s hard to resist, and his eyes have this spark that always sets my heart racing. When he walks around the house in a vest and pants, his muscles ripple, and I can’t help but steal glances.

When I was younger, I’d often hear strange noises from Mom and Dad’s room at night. Curiosity got the better of me, and I’d sneak a peek at their wild sex sessions. Dad’s cock was thick and long, a monster that made Mom moan and scream. He’d fuck her in every way—lifting her legs, bending her over, or shoving his cock in her mouth. Mom would cry out in pain one moment and beg for more the next, her voice trembling, “Oh, slow down… you’ll kill me!” Watching them, I felt a mix of fear and excitement. A strange tingle grew inside me, and over time, I started fantasizing about Dad. I knew it was wrong, but his raw masculinity and that massive cock haunted my dreams. I decided that if I ever got the chance to lose my virginity, it had to be with Dad’s cock.

One day, it was around noon when Mom got a call from Mama ji. His voice was shaky—he said Nani was seriously ill and Mom needed to come immediately. Without wasting time, Mom packed a bag, grabbed Ankush, and left for Mama’s house. As she rushed out, she told Dad, “Take care of Seema. I’ll be back in a couple of days.” Dad nodded, and just like that, Mom and Ankush were gone. It was just me and Dad at home. My heart was pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement—this was the first time we’d be alone together, and my old fantasies started stirring.

That evening, Bua ji called. Her voice was trembling with worry. She said Fufa ji was critically ill and desperate to see his brother-in-law—Dad—one last time. Dad’s face turned serious. He said, “Alright, I’m coming tonight.” He grabbed his bag and started getting ready to leave. Panic hit me. Mom and Ankush were already gone, and now Dad was leaving too? I’d be all alone in the house. I ran to him and pleaded, “Dad, Mom and Ankush are gone. If you leave too, I’ll be scared all by myself. Please take me with you.”

Dad looked at me, and for a moment, I saw a glint in his eyes that made my stomach flutter. He said, “Okay, Seema. Get ready quick.” I rushed to my room and packed a bag. I deliberately threw in my tightest jeans, a fitted top, and my skimpiest lace panties and bra. I didn’t know what might happen, but a fire was burning inside me. I got ready and joined Dad. He checked the fuel and water in our old Maruti car, and by 4 PM, we hit the road to Bua’s house.

It was the rainy season. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a light drizzle had started. The air was chilly, and the roads were slick. As we drove, the sky grew darker, and the rain picked up. The sound of raindrops pattering on the car windows created a dreamy, intimate vibe. I sat next to Dad, and his masculine scent—sweat mixed with cologne—drove me wild. After a while, my stomach growled. I said, “Dad, I’m hungry. Can we get something to eat?”

Dad kept his eyes on the road and said, “Sure, beta. We’ll stop at a dhaba or restaurant if we see one.” Around 7:30 PM, we spotted a small dhaba. A wooden sign outside read, “Punjabi Dhaba: Hot Food, Cold Drinks.” The rain was pouring now, and darkness had swallowed the surroundings. We parked the car and ran toward the dhaba, but the car was a bit far from the entrance. By the time we reached, we were soaked. My jeans and top clung to my body, my bra visible through the wet fabric. Dad’s shirt was drenched, his broad chest and muscles standing out even more.

At the dhaba, we ordered hot aloo parathas, paneer curry, and crispy pakoras. Dad got a steaming cup of chai, and I sipped on coffee. The wooden tables had oil stains, and the walls were plastered with faded posters of old Bollywood movies. The sound of rain mixed with the chatter of truck drivers and the clinking of plates, creating a lively atmosphere. After eating, we relaxed for a bit, savoring the warmth of the food. Then we decided to get back on the road. I said, “Come on, Dad, let’s go.”

The rain was relentless, making it hard to reach the car. We ran through the downpour, but by the time we got there, we were dripping wet. My hair was plastered to my face, and my clothes hugged every curve of my body. Dad’s vest stuck to his chest, highlighting his chiseled frame. As we reached the car, Dad suddenly stopped and said, “Oh no, Seema! I forgot the car keys at the dhaba.”

I groaned, “Dad, really?” He said, “Wait here, I’ll grab them.” He sprinted back through the rain, getting even wetter. I stood there, shivering in the cold. Dad returned with the keys, and we both climbed into the car. I was trembling from the chill and said, “Dad, I need to pee.” Dad said, “Just do it by the gate.” I shook my head, “No way, it’s too cold.”

Dad started the car but paused and said, “Seema, beta, you need to change. You’re soaked—you’ll catch a cold. I’ll look ahead; you change in the back seat.” I gave a shy smile and said, “Okay, Dad.” I climbed to the back and started changing. I deliberately took my time, peeling off my wet jeans and top. My bra and panties were soaked, so I slipped them off too, leaving me in just a thin pair of panties and a loose top that barely hid my boobs. I knew Dad was watching me in the rearview mirror. His breathing grew heavier, and I caught him rubbing his cock through his pants. I pretended not to notice, but my pussy started tingling with excitement.

After changing, I said, “Dad, I’m done. Your turn.” He said, “Pass me my bag, beta. I’ll change here in the front.” I insisted, “No, Dad, there’s no space up there. Come to the back.” He hesitated but joined me in the back seat. Dad took off his shirt and vest, revealing his broad chest and ripped arms. My heart raced. When he slid off his pants, his cock bulged through his wet underwear, fully erect and straining against the fabric. I stole glances, and my pussy throbbed with desire.

Dad was taking his sweet time, adjusting his underwear as if teasing me. I gathered my courage and said, “Dad, your underwear’s wet too. Change it.” He smirked and said, “Beta, how can I change my underwear in front of you?” I played it cool, “Oh, come on, Dad! I’m your daughter. No need to be shy. Take it off and put on a dry one.”

Dad nodded and pulled off his underwear. His thick, long cock sprang free, rock-hard and pulsing. My eyes widened, and my mouth went dry. My heart pounded as my pussy dripped with anticipation. I stared at his cock, imagining it inside me. Dad suddenly said, “Damn, Seema! I forgot to pack extra underwear.”

I seized the moment and giggled, “No worries, Dad. Wear my panties.” He looked shocked, “Your panties? They won’t fit me, beta.” I teased, “Just try, Dad. At least your cock will get some relief.” The word “cock” made his eyes darken with lust. He said, “Alright, give them here.”

I handed him my skimpiest lace panties. When Dad put them on, his cock was too big to fit. The fabric stretched tight, leaving his cock dangling out. He complained, “What kind of panties are these, Seema? My cock’s still out. If I wear pants, the zipper won’t close, and it might hurt my cock.”

I saw my chance and said boldly, “Dad, I have an idea to calm your cock down.” His eyes lit up, “What idea, beta?” I looked straight into his eyes and said, “Your cock needs to go in my mouth or my pussy.” Dad froze for a second, then said, “That’s wrong, Seema.”

I cut him off, “Dad, I’ve heard you when you fuck Mom. You’ve said so many times you want to fuck me too. Mom always stopped you, but I’m ready.” I placed my hand on his cock, feeling its heat, and said, “Dad, this is our chance. My pussy’s aching for your cock. I’m dripping wet. Please, Dad, fuck me today. Turn my pussy into a mess. I’ve only seen your cock—never felt it inside me. Quench my thirst, Dad.”

Lust flooded Dad’s eyes. He cupped my face and said, “Alright, beta. Today, we’ll both get what we want. Come, take my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth. It was so thick it stretched my lips wide. I sucked hard, but its size choked me. I didn’t back down, pushing it deeper into my throat.

Dad grabbed my head and growled, “Suck it hard, Seema. I’m gonna fuck you like a slut today.” His dirty talk made my pussy soak. I licked his cock, swirled my tongue around the tip, and massaged his balls. Dad’s moans grew louder. Suddenly, his cock erupted, shooting hot, salty cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste. Dad panted, “Fuck, beta! You’re better than your mom.”

I said, “Dad, now it’s my pussy’s turn. Fuck it till it’s wrecked.” He grinned, “Oh, beta, I will. But first, get my cock hard again.” I went back to sucking his cock, licking and slurping until it was rock-hard. Dad started squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples until I moaned. I begged, “Dad, suck my tits.”

Dad ripped off my top, freeing my boobs. He took my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting them while his tongue teased me. I pushed my pussy onto his face, and he started licking it. His tongue probed my folds, driving me wild. We moved into a 69 position, despite the car’s cramped space, sucking and licking each other. Dad’s cock was ready, and my pussy was dripping.

Dad said, “Seema, sit on my cock.” I shook my head, “No, Dad. I’ll get on all fours. Fuck my pussy from behind.” He agreed, and I got into doggy style. Dad rubbed his cock against my ass, teasing my hole. I quickly said, “Not my ass, Dad. Fuck my pussy first.” He chuckled, “Okay, beta.”

Dad rubbed his cockhead against my pussy lips. I was so wet it slid easily, but my pussy was tight. I said, “Dad, shove it all in at once. Don’t stop, even if I scream.” He said, “Alright, beta. But the dhaba’s too close. If you scream, people will hear.”

I asked, “What do we do?” Dad said, “Let’s drive somewhere quiet. I’ll fuck your pussy there.” I nodded. Dad, still naked, got in the driver’s seat, and I sat on his lap. His cock poked my ass as I ground my pussy against it. After a short drive, we reached a forested area. Dad pulled the car off the road and parked among dense bushes.

Dad pulled me close and said, “Want some booze?” I hesitated. He said, “It’ll ease the pain.” I nodded. Dad grabbed a bottle of rum from the dashboard, took a swig, and filled his mouth. He pressed his lips to mine, pouring the rum into my mouth. The burn hit my throat, but the warmth relaxed me. Dad lit a cigarette, took a drag, and passed it to me. The smoke calmed my nerves.

Dad fed me four or five more shots of rum. I was buzzed, and my pussy was on fire. I begged, “Dad, fuck my pussy now. I can’t wait.” He made me get on all fours again, propping me against the dashboard. He dripped rum onto my pussy and started sucking it. The mix of alcohol and his tongue sent shocks through me. I moaned, “Oh, Dad… suck it… more…”

Dad licked my pussy until it was soaking. He positioned his heavy cock at my entrance, its head teasing my lips. I said, “Slam it in, Dad.” He gripped my waist and thrust hard. His thick cock tore through my tight pussy, going halfway in. I screamed in pain, but Dad covered my mouth. He didn’t stop, pounding four or five more thrusts until his entire cock was buried inside me.

Blood trickled from my pussy, but the rum and Dad’s cock turned the pain into pleasure. He grabbed my boobs, squeezing them as he fucked me. Each thrust stretched my pussy wider. I moaned, “Oh, Dad… fuck me… harder… rip my pussy apart…” Dad picked up the pace, his cock hitting my deepest spots. My pussy gushed with juices.

Dad fucked me for nearly an hour, switching between pounding my pussy, sucking my tits, and biting my lips. I came twice, but his cock stayed hard. Suddenly, he flipped me over and shoved his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face, his cock hitting my throat. Within moments, he exploded, filling my mouth with hot cum. I swallowed it all.

We collapsed on the seat, panting. Dad hugged me and kissed my forehead, saying, “Seema, you showed me heaven.” I whispered, “Dad, this is just the start. My ass is next.” He laughed, “I’ll get to that, but let’s rest.”

Dad pulled out the rum again, and we shared a few more swigs. The buzz reignited our lust. This time, Dad laid me on the car’s hood. Raindrops hit my naked body as he licked my pussy again. His tongue teased my clit, and I screamed in pleasure. He fucked my pussy again, thrusting harder than before.

After another half-hour, Dad said, “Seema, time for your ass.” I was nervous but said, “Go slow, Dad.” He poured rum on my asshole and fingered it to loosen it up. He pressed his cockhead against my hole and pushed in slowly. Pain shot through me, but Dad held me steady. His cock filled my ass, and he started thrusting. The pain melted into pleasure, and I moaned as he fucked my ass. He came deep inside me.

Exhausted, we lay in the car. Dad called Bua, saying the car broke down and we’d arrive by morning. She agreed. We dressed and checked into a nearby lodge, where we fucked all night—doggy style, me riding him, and more oral. By morning, we reached Bua’s house, but Dad’s cock still burned in my mind.

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