Hey everyone, how’s it going? I’m Asha Patidar, 23 years old, hailing from Jhalawar, Rajasthan. I’m currently pursuing my BAMS in Udaipur, and let me tell you, I’m damn good at it. I live in the college hostel with my best friend and roommate, Diya. I’m a total stunner, with a killer 32-26-34 figure that has the boys at college chasing after me like dogs in heat. But I’ve never given them the time of day. Until this story, I was a virgin, never letting any guy near my pussy. Sure, I’ve had my share of fun—kissing, groping, and even some steamy moments with a teacher back in school—but nothing that crossed the line into fucking.
Let me take you back to this insane village gangbang story from a year ago. I was in my second year of BAMS, and Diya was my ride-or-die bestie. She had a boyfriend and was always getting it on with him, living her best life. One day, Diya got so sick she could barely move, and she needed to go to her village. Her mom called me, practically begging me to take her there. Diya was my girl, and I couldn’t say no to her mom. Besides, it was the right thing to do, you know?
So, I took Diya to her village. Her mom welcomed me with open arms, gushing with gratitude, and insisted I stay with them for a few days. I couldn’t turn down her hospitality, so I agreed. Their house was full of life—Diya’s mom, her grandpa, and her older brother Vijay were there. Diya’s dad was away on some work. The village was a lush, green paradise, surrounded by fields, with that raw, earthy vibe that made you feel close to nature.
It was the peak of summer, and the nights were swelteringly unbearable. Diya’s brother Vijay and her grandpa slept on the rooftop to catch the breeze, while we crashed downstairs by the cooler. But I was craving the open sky, the cool night air, and the stars twinkling above. I told Diya I wanted to sleep on the roof, and she just shrugged, “Do whatever makes you happy.” That night, I climbed up to the roof. I’d been noticing Vijay’s eyes on me from the moment I arrived. He was 23 or 24, with a ripped, muscular body and decent looks. His stares were intense, lingering on my curves, but I played it cool and ignored him.
On the roof, I took one side, with Grandpa in the middle and Vijay on the other. In the dead of night, I felt hands on me. My eyes snapped open, but I kept them shut, pretending to sleep. I needed to know who was bold enough to touch me like that. Then I felt it—one hand squeezing my tits, another sliding over my waist. It was Grandpa’s hands. My mind was reeling—how could this old man, 55 or 60 years old, be so fucking horny? His touch was dripping with raw, primal lust that shocked me to my core.
At first, I was furious, my blood boiling at his nerve. But as his hands roamed, a strange, tingling heat started spreading through my body. The quiet village night, the open air, the eerie silence—it was all fucking with my head. I started wondering what a village gangbang would feel like. Still, I wasn’t about to take any stupid risks. I opened my eyes and tried to push his hands away, but Grandpa was like a beast unleashed. He gripped my tits harder, rubbing them with a hunger that made my breath catch. When that wasn’t enough, he climbed on top of me, his weight pinning me down.
He grabbed my wrists, tying them above my head with his own hands. With his free hand, he lifted my kurti and started sucking on my navel. His hot tongue slithered over my skin, teasing and probing like a snake, sending electric shocks through my body. My pussy was on fire, dripping with need. His elbow pressed into my tits, and I was losing my damn mind, my thoughts spiraling into a haze of lust. I wanted a man’s touch now, craved it deep in my bones. I freed one hand and ran it over his back, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his skin.
That was all the signal he needed. He let go of my other hand, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tight against me. He crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me with a ferocity that made my head spin. I kissed him back, matching his hunger, our tongues battling in a sloppy, desperate dance. He moved to my cheeks, my neck, sucking and biting like he hadn’t touched a woman in decades. After a while, he ripped off my kurti and tore off his own. His rough hands kneaded my tits through my bra, his grip so strong it drew loud moans from my throat. I was drowning in the heat of it all, my body screaming for more.
Then he flipped me over, unhooked my bra, and tossed it aside. My bare tits were exposed under the starry sky, my nipples hardening in the cool night air. He bent down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a starving man trying to draw milk. His hot tongue flicked over my sensitive buds, making them stiffen instantly. He sucked and squeezed my tits, driving me fucking wild. At 55 or 60, this old man was making me moan like a bitch in heat.
I was desperate for more, aching to feel his cock. I wanted him to grab my hand and guide it to his throbbing dick, to let me feel its heat pulsing in my palm. I pressed his head into my chest, and he went feral, sucking one tit, then the other, his teeth grazing my nipples just enough to make me gasp. My moans grew louder, and I completely forgot Vijay was sleeping nearby. My cries woke him up. When I glanced at him, he was stroking his cock through his pajamas, the thick, hard outline clear as day under the moonlight. He couldn’t hold back any longer and pounced on me like a predator.
Vijay shoved Grandpa’s hand off my tit and started squeezing it himself, his grip rough and possessive. Grandpa kept sucking my other tit, his tongue swirling over my nipple. After a bit, Vijay slid down my body, his hands tugging at the drawstring of my salwar. He yanked it open, pulling the fabric off my hips and down my legs, leaving me in just my panties. His calloused hand pressed against my pussy over the thin fabric, and I started kissing Grandpa harder, sucking his lips like I was trying to devour him. Vijay kept rubbing my pussy, his fingers teasing my clit through the cloth, making me squirm.
Then Vijay grabbed my panties and ripped them clean off, the fabric tearing with a loud rip. He tossed them aside and pressed his lips to my bare pussy, kissing and licking it like a man possessed. His tongue dove into my folds, lapping at my wetness, and I was losing my fucking mind, moaning louder, clawing at Grandpa’s back. Grandpa growled, “Keep it down, you slut, someone’s gonna hear you.”
Vijay looked up, his face slick with my juices, and said, “Grandpa, this is a fucking virgin pussy. It’s so damn tight.” Grandpa grinned, his eyes glinting with lust. “Perfect. It’s been years since I fucked a virgin pussy.”
My body trembled at their words, a mix of fear and raw excitement coursing through me. I was caught between two horny men, but the thought of a gangbang sent a thrill through my core. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock buried deep inside my pussy. Grandpa said, “We’re gonna fuck her till she’s our whore, ready for a proper gangbang.”
I was aching for cock now, my pussy dripping wet and throbbing. In the heat of the moment, I moaned, “Yes, Grandpa, fuck me. I’m your whore. Give me that gangbang.”
Vijay laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. “Look at this slut, begging for cock. Let’s take her to the barn. Call your friends too. This pussy’s so fucking thirsty, it’ll take four or five cocks to satisfy her in a gangbang.”
Grandpa nodded, his eyes gleaming. “You’re right, son. My buddies have been desperate for pussy too. They’ll lose their minds over this gangbang.”
I was too far gone to care, my body screaming for release. “Call whoever you want, just fuck me now,” I begged, my voice thick with need.
Vijay scooped me up in his arms, carrying me down the stairs and through the backyard to the barn. Grandpa followed, talking on his phone, his voice low and urgent. “Get here quick. The slut’s hot and ready for a gangbang. Don’t let her cool off.”
In the barn, Vijay set me down on a pile of hay, the rough texture scratching against my bare skin. He started teasing my pussy with his fingers, sliding them over my clit, making me writhe. Grandpa came over and grabbed my hand, guiding it to his cock over his dhoti. It was rock-hard, pulsing with heat under the fabric. I gripped it, stroking it through the cloth, feeling it throb in my hand. Grandpa groaned, pulled his dhoti aside, and placed my hand on his bare cock. It was thick and hot, twitching under my touch. My pussy gushed at the feel of it, desperate to have it inside me.
Just then, Grandpa’s phone rang. He stepped toward the gate, talking briefly. Two minutes later, he returned with two of his friends, their eyes raking over my naked body like hungry wolves. Vijay was still groping my tits, and I was stroking his cock through his pajamas. Grandpa’s friends grinned, one of them saying, “Holy shit, where’d you find this piece of ass?”
Vijay smirked. “She’s Diya’s friend, here to see the village.” Grandpa added, “And now she’s gonna see some cocks in this gangbang.”
The two friends didn’t waste a second. They started running their hands over my body, groping my tits, my thighs, my ass. Four men were all over me, their hands exploring every inch of my skin. I was going insane, my body trembling with need. Grandpa positioned his cock at my pussy, rubbing the head against my wet folds. I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against him. He pressed the tip against my entrance and thrust hard, slamming into me. A scream tore from my throat, my vision blurring as pain and pleasure crashed together. My pussy stretched around his cock, and I blacked out for a moment.
When I came to, Grandpa was slowly fucking me, his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy. The pain was intense, my body shaking. I sobbed, “Please, stop, I can’t take it.”
Vijay was sucking my lips, his tongue invading my mouth, while the others mauled my tits. Grandpa growled, “Stop? We’re just getting started, slut. You’re gonna be our gangbang whore tonight.”
The pain started to fade, replaced by a growing pleasure that consumed me. I began to enjoy the fucking, my hips moving to meet Grandpa’s thrusts. My moans turned into cries of pleasure. “Ohh, Grandpa, fuck me harder… make me your whore… give me that gangbang!” I screamed, lost in the heat.
Vijay laughed. “What a filthy slut. You’re gonna be our gangbang bitch for life.”
I was too far gone to care, moaning, “Yes, I’m your gangbang bitch. Fuck me, all of you!”
They all laughed, the sound echoing in the barn. One of Grandpa’s friends said, “This whore’s desperate. She needs to be fucked day and night in a gangbang.”
They took turns on me, kissing, biting, and groping my body. Grandpa’s cock pounded my pussy, stretching it to its limits. I was in heaven, surrounded by four men, their hands and mouths everywhere. One cock in my mouth, another in my pussy, my tits being squeezed and sucked. My pussy came twice, juices dripping down my thighs. My tits ached, my body covered in red marks, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I’d never imagined my first time would be a gangbang with four men, but I was loving every second of it.
They fucked me all night, each taking me twice. By morning, my body was numb, every muscle aching. When they finally stopped, I was barely conscious, my mind lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. Vijay carried me back to the roof, where Grandpa’s friends had already left. As he helped me into my clothes, his cock hardened again, and he fucked me one more time right there, pinning me against the floor, his thrusts relentless.
The next morning, I woke up with a fever, my body feeling like it had been through a war. Every inch of me ached, like I’d been beaten or pierced with needles. After a day, I recovered, and the village gangbang became a routine. Every night, we’d sneak to the barn, and they’d take turns fucking me, making me their personal whore. I loved it, giving myself over to the pleasure, letting them use my pussy, my mouth, my ass—every part of me. Diya had no clue what was happening, but she found out eventually.
I stayed in the village for days, indulging in the wildest gangbangs of my life. My body came alive, every inch of me reveling in the pleasure of being their slut.
What did you think of this story? Let me know, and I’ll share what happened when Diya found out about my gangbang adventures and how things unfolded from there.