My name is Priya, a 29-year-old married woman living in Bangalore with my husband, Rohit, and his parents. Rohit is sweet, but his 5-inch cock just doesn’t cut it for me—I crave something bigger, thicker, something that can stretch me to my limits. That’s why I turned to my father-in-law, Vinod, a 55-year-old rugged man with a 9-inch cock that drives me wild. My figure is a head-turner—36D breasts, a curvy waist, and an ass that sways in my saree—and Vinod couldn’t resist me either. This is the story of how I started fucking him to satisfy my hunger for a big cock.
It all began a few months ago. Rohit works late most nights, leaving me alone with Vinod and my mother-in-law, who’s usually asleep by 9 PM. One evening, I was in the kitchen washing dishes, wearing a tight blouse and saree that hugged my breasts and ass. Vinod walked in, shirtless after a shower, his broad chest glistening, and I noticed a massive bulge in his lungi. “Priya, you’re working too hard,” he said, his voice deep, his eyes locked on my cleavage. I smirked, “Someone has to, Sasurji.” I bent over slightly, giving him a better view of my breasts, and saw his bulge grow. My pussy tingled—I knew he had what I wanted.
The next day, my mother-in-law went to a temple function, and Rohit was at work. It was just me and Vinod at home. I decided to test the waters. I wore a low-cut nightie, my breasts spilling out, and called him to the living room. “Sasurji, can you help me move this couch?” I asked innocently. He came over, and as we pushed, I “accidentally” brushed my ass against his crotch. I felt his cock harden through the fabric—huge, thick, and exactly what I craved. “Priya, what are you doing?” he growled, but his hands grabbed my hips. “Sasurji, I know you’ve got a 9-inch cock, and I want it,” I whispered, turning to face him. His eyes darkened with lust, and I knew I had him.
He didn’t hesitate. He pulled my nightie down, my breasts bouncing free—full, soft, with dark nipples begging for attention. He grabbed one, sucking it hard, his tongue swirling around the nipple. “Oh fuck, Sasurji, suck my tits!” I moaned, my hands in his hair, pushing him deeper. He sucked like a starved man, biting my nipple, while his other hand kneaded my second breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. My pussy was soaking wet, dripping through my panties, desperate for his monster cock.
He pushed me onto the couch, yanking my nightie and panties off. My pussy was bare—shaved, wet, and pulsing for him. “Priya, your pussy is so fucking sexy,” he said, spreading my legs wide. He dove in, his tongue licking my pussy lips before plunging inside. “Oh god, Sasurji, eat my pussy!” I screamed, my hips grinding against his face. He sucked my clit, his tongue flicking it fast, driving me insane. “Fuck, lick me, make me cum!” I begged, my hands clutching his head. His fingers slid into my pussy, pumping deep while he sucked, and my juices flowed, coating his chin. I came hard, my pussy clenching, but I needed more—I needed that 9-inch cock.
“Priya, suck me now,” he ordered, standing up and dropping his lungi. His cock sprang out—9 inches of thick, veined glory, the head glistening with precum. “Fuck, Sasurji, it’s perfect,” I gasped, my mouth watering. I grabbed it, stroking the length, then took it in my mouth, sucking the tip, tasting his salty essence. “Oh fuck, Priya, suck my cock!” he groaned, thrusting into my mouth. I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my hands cupping his balls. He grabbed my hair, fucking my mouth, his cock stretching my lips wide. “You’re better than any woman I’ve had,” he moaned, and I gagged, drooling over his cock, loving how it filled me.
After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled me up and bent me over the couch. “Time to give you what you want, Priya,” he said, rubbing his cock against my pussy. “Fuck me, Sasurji, give me that 9-inch cock!” I begged, pushing my ass back. He thrust in hard, his cock stretching my pussy to its limits. “Oh fuck, Sasurji, it’s so big!” I screamed, feeling him bury every inch inside me. He started fucking me, his hands gripping my breasts, squeezing them as he pounded me. “Take it, Priya, you love this big cock, don’t you?” he growled, his thrusts deep and relentless. My breasts bounced with every slam, my pussy gripping his cock like a glove. “Fuck me harder, Sasurji, fuck my pussy!” I cried, my body trembling with pleasure.
He pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the couch. “I want your ass too, Priya,” he said, lifting my legs over his shoulders. “Sasurji, my ass can’t take that monster!” I protested, but he spat on my asshole, rubbing it with his thumb. “You’ll love it,” he smirked, pressing his cock against my tight hole. He pushed in slowly, my ass stretching painfully around his girth. “Oh fuck, Sasurji, my ass, it’s too big!” I screamed, but the pain turned to pleasure as he slid deeper. He started fucking my ass, his hands gripping my breasts, his cock filling me completely. “Fuck, Priya, your ass is so tight!” he groaned, pounding me harder. “Fuck my ass, Sasurji, ruin me with that cock!” I moaned, my pussy dripping onto the couch. The sensation was overwhelming, his 9-inch cock owning my ass.
After fucking my ass for a while, he pulled out and shoved his cock back into my pussy. “I’m gonna cum in you, Priya,” he said, fucking me fast, his thrusts brutal and deep. “Fuck me, Sasurji, fill my pussy with that big cock cum!” I begged, my nails digging into his arms. “Here it comes,” he roared, and his cock pulsed, shooting thick, hot cum deep into my pussy. “Oh fuck, Sasurji, I’m cumming!” I screamed, my pussy clamping down on him, my orgasm ripping through me. His cum flooded me, leaking out as we collapsed together, panting.
He pulled out, his cock still dripping, and smirked. “Priya, that 9-inch cock is yours anytime,” he said, squeezing my breast. I grinned, feeling his cum inside me. “Sasurji, I’ll take it over Rohit’s any day,” I replied, already craving the next time. Since then, whenever Rohit’s away, I sneak into Vinod’s room, letting his massive cock satisfy me like my husband never could.