Hey everyone, I’m Tanya, 20 years old, a smoking-hot young woman with a body that turns heads. My skin’s so fair, people call me the cream of the crop. My figure’s a perfect 32-28-34—firm, round boobs, a slim waist, and a juicy ass that makes guys stare when I walk by in tight jeans. My brown eyes sparkle with mischief, and my long, silky black hair flows down my back. I’m a bit shy on the outside, but inside, I’m burning with desire. I live in a posh part of Lucknow, where my wealthy family owns a factory. My household includes my grandpa, a tough old wrestler at 60; my parents; and my two older brothers who run the family business with Dad.
My girlfriends always bragged about their steamy hookups, and their stories set my pussy on fire. I’d read dirty stories at night and finger myself to calm the urge, but it wasn’t enough. I craved a real cock to fuck me senseless. I thought about getting a boyfriend, but no guy seemed man enough to handle my needs. Then, one day, my grandpa’s friend, Ramesh, came over. Ramesh, 55, a hulking wrestler with a 6-foot frame, broad chest, and a rugged face with a thick mustache, oozed raw masculinity. His arms were like tree trunks, and his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. His wife had passed away years ago, and he lived alone, which made him seem even more dangerous.
That evening, Grandpa and Ramesh were drinking in the garden. Grandpa called me to bring water. I wore a tight t-shirt that hugged my tits and shorts that showed off my ass. As I handed over the glass, Ramesh’s eyes devoured me, his gaze dripping with lust. I blushed and scurried back inside. Later, from my balcony, I saw him in the garden corner. He deliberately pulled out his cock and started pissing, aiming it my way. His dick was massive—thick, long, and veiny, like a fucking beast. My pussy throbbed at the sight. Our eyes locked, and I panicked, running back to my room.
By midnight, I couldn’t sleep. I peeked out the window—Grandpa was passed out drunk in the garden. Mom was knocked out on sleeping pills, and Dad and my brothers were away for work. Then, a knock on my door. I opened it, and there stood Ramesh, his eyes blazing with desire despite the booze. He stepped inside and locked the door. I stammered, “Uncle, what do you want?” He grinned, “I want you, Tanya.”
I played innocent, “I don’t understand.” He laughed, “You’re not a kid anymore. Your grandpa said your family’s out tonight, and I know you’re dying for some action.” My heart raced. I was scared, but my pussy was soaking wet. I protested, “I’m not that kind of girl,” but deep down, I wanted that monster cock inside me.
He locked the door and moved closer. I backed up, tripped on the bed, and fell on my back. He loomed over me, grabbed me in his strong arms, and kissed me hard. His mustache tickled my face as his tongue invaded my mouth. I was pinned under his muscular body, feeling his hardness press against me. His hand slid under my t-shirt, groping my tits over my bra. My pussy was dripping, and I moaned softly, “Ohh… mmm…”
He yanked off my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties, so my bare pussy was exposed. I felt shy, but his fingers started rubbing my wet slit, driving me wild. My moans filled the room. He ripped off my t-shirt, tore my bra strap, and my perky tits spilled out. He went crazy, sucking one nipple while squeezing the other. I gasped, “Oh, uncle… suck harder…” The pleasure was insane.
He stripped off his shirt, revealing a smooth, chiseled chest. Then he dropped his pants and underwear, and his cock stood proud—seven inches of thick, hairless meat, like a wrestler’s weapon. He pushed me to my knees, grabbed my head, and shoved his dick in my mouth. It felt dirty, but I sucked it like a salty lollipop, gagging as he fucked my face. After a bit, he pulled out, and I gasped for air, secretly loving it.
He pushed me onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and placed his cock at my pussy’s entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed inside, tearing my virginity. I screamed, “Fuck, it hurts!” Blood trickled out as my hymen broke. I begged, “Take it out!” but he didn’t care, pounding me with deep, hard thrusts. The room echoed with the sound of his hips slapping mine—thwap, thwap. My tits bounced with every stroke. The pain slowly turned to pleasure, and I started lifting my ass to meet his thrusts, moaning, “Ohh… fuck me…”
He fucked me relentlessly for 15 minutes. Then he flipped us over, and I straddled his cock, riding him hard. His dick hit deep inside, sending waves of sweet pain and pleasure through me. I moaned louder, “Fuck, uncle… harder!” My legs gave out after five minutes, and I panted, “You take over.” He pulled me into his lap and fucked me like a machine, his cock stretching my tight pussy. I clutched him tight, my pussy gushing as I came hard.
He wasn’t done. He growled, “Where should I cum?” I gasped, “Outside, not inside!” He pulled out and shot his load all over my pussy, the warm cum dripping down. He went back to sucking my tits, pinching my nipples until I winced. Then he lay behind me, his softening cock brushing my ass. Soon, I felt it harden again. I protested, but he wasn’t listening.
He flipped me into doggy style and rammed his cock back into my pussy from behind. His hips slammed against my ass, the thwap-thwap sound filling the room. He licked my back and yanked my tits, fucking me like a beast. I was exhausted, but he kept going, switching positions—against the wall, in his lap, then back to doggy. He fucked me five times that night, until 4 a.m., leaving my pussy swollen and sore.
As he dressed, he said, “Tanya, your body drove me wild. I got your grandpa drunk to get this chance.” I was thrilled but broken. He left, and I dragged myself to the bathroom. His cum mixed with my piss as I sat on the toilet. In the mirror, my pussy looked like a puffed-up bun, my tits marked with bite marks. My back ached, but that first fuck was unforgettable.
He didn’t come back to drink with Grandpa. I tracked down his number and went to his place for more. Later, he fucked me with two of his friends, who were also Grandpa’s buddies. That’s a story for another time.