My father-in-law is crazy for my pussy: In a quiet village in Kolhapur, where the sunset had bathed the village in golden hues, I, Anjali, got involved in a sensual and hot relationship with my father-in-law, Vikram, which became the most erotic memory of my life. I, 26 years old, had won my father-in-law's heart with my slim figure and sexy smile. My breasts were visible in my tight saree, and the sensual curve of my waist was making Vikram's cock restless. Vikram, 50 years old, my father-in-law, the owner of a strong personality and attractive eyes, in whose eyes a secret desire for me was hidden.
One evening, the village market was over, and my husband and mother-in-law had gone out of the village for a wedding. Only me and Vikram Baba were at home. I was drying clothes in the courtyard, when the hem of my saree slipped, and the deep groove of my breast was exposed. Vikram Baba was sitting in the courtyard, and a lustful glint appeared in his eyes. “Anjali, your beauty is driving me crazy,” he said in a deep voice. I said shyly, “Baba, why are you looking at my breasts and vagina? This is not right.” He came closer and whispered, “Anjali, your vagina is crazy about my cock. Tonight it will be mine.” We went to an old room in the house, where a wooden bed and dim lamplight made the atmosphere sexy. I took off my saree, and my naked body began to shine in the lamplight. My breasts were round and nipples were erect, and my vagina was glistening with a light moisture.
Vikram Baba took off his kurta and dhoti, and his penis became fully erect. “Anjali, your vagina is hungry for my cock,” he said in a lustful voice. I replied, “Baba, your penis is crazy about my vagina.” I lay on the bed, and Vikram Baba leaned over me. He started kissing my breasts, his tongue started roaming around my nipples. My moans echoed in the room, “Baba, your kisses are setting my breasts on fire.” His hand went to my vagina, and his fingers started touching the delicate petals of my vagina. My body trembled, “Baba, your fingers are driving my vagina crazy.” He brought his cock close to my vagina and slowly inserted it. My vagina was so tight that his cock was filling it completely. My moans intensified, “Baba, your cock is tearing my vagina apart.” He slowly started fucking me, my breasts moving rhythmically with each thrust. I rubbed his back, and he sucked my nipples. “Anjali, your vagina is gripping my cock tightly,” he hissed. We took the cowgirl position.
I climbed on top of Vikram Baba, and my vagina swallowed his cock completely. My breasts were bouncing, and he held my waist and helped me fuck him even harder. “Baba, your cock is taking my vagina to heaven,” I cried. He squeezed my breasts and said, “Anjali, your vagina is making my cock drunk.” We took the doggy style position. I sat on my knees on the bed, my breasts hanging, and my vagina was ready for his cock. He inserted his cock into my vagina from behind and started fucking me hard. My breasts were shaking with each thrust, and my moans echoed in the room. “Baba, fuck my vagina even harder,” I cried. We took the 69 position. I took Vikram Baba’s cock in my mouth and started sucking it, and he started twirling his tongue over my vagina. The sound of our kissing and sucking created a sensual atmosphere in the room. “Dad, your tongue is intoxicating my vagina,” I hissed. He said, “And your mouth is taking my cock to heaven, Anjali. We took the reverse cowgirl position. My pussy started bouncing rhythmically on his cock, and my breasts were shaking. He patted my back lightly and squeezed my breasts. “Anjali, your pussy is tearing my cock,” he moaned. I hissed, “And your cock is making my pussy drunk.” We took the missionary position. I raised my legs, and Vikram Baba inserted his cock into my pussy. With each thrust, my breasts were hitting his chest. “Baba, your cock is filling my pussy completely,” I moaned. He sucked my nipples and continued to fuck me hard. We took the doggy style position again. Vikram Baba fucked my pussy intensely, and our arousal reached its peak. The sound of my moans and his thrusts was creating a sensual storm. “Baba, tear my vagina apart,” I cried. He grabbed my waist and continued to fuck me vigorously.
The night deepened, and we embraced each other. My breasts were pressed against Vikram Baba’s chest, and my vagina was trembling with the excitement of his cock. He pulled me close and said, “Anjali, your vagina keeps me connected to you.” I kissed him on the cheek and said, “Baba, you are a real lover of my vagina.”
The next day, we went to the village temple, where we glanced at each other furtively. Vikram Baba gave me a small garland, and in it was a note: “Anjali, the queen of my vagina, I want to lose your father-in-law in your vagina again.” I smiled and hugged him, and our love hid in the silence of the village. This sensual story that began that night has now become the hottest, sexiest, and most erotic memory of my life.
