Monday, June 11, 2012

Papa Ne Bhavna Beti Ko Choda

Main bhavna, age 20 saal. main apne maa-baap ki akeli aulaad hoon. Hum gaon mein rehte theh. mere papa kheti baadi karte hain. jab main choti thee toh papa ne mujhe gaon ke school mein daal diya. vo school 12th tak tha. 12th ke baad maine papa se kaha ki main aage padnaa chahti hoon par hamare gaon mein koi college nahin tha isliye mujhe shahar aana pada.shahar aakar mera admission ek girls college main ho gaya aur main shahar mein hi ek girls hostel mein rehne lagi. papa zyada pade-likhe nahin hain isliye unhone mujhe kaha tha ki padaee ke maamle mein main jaise theek samjhu karloon. Shahar aa kar main toh hakki-bakki reh gayee. Shahar ki ladkiyon ke kapde dekh kar mujhe laga ki mujhe vaapas gaon chale jaana chahiye...kahin main shahar ke mahaul mein bigad na jaaoon. lekin phir socha ke mujhe toh padaee se matlab hain naki mahaul se. papa kabhi shahar nahin aaye theh. mera admission karane bhi main apni school ki madam ke saath aayee thee. agar papa shahar aate aur yahan ki ladkiyon ke kapde dekhte toh shayad mujhe yahan kabhi na padne dete.Hamare gaon mein ladkiyaan sirf salwaar suit hi pehentee thee aur vo bhi kaafi loose. Shahar mein toh kisi ladki ko loose ka matlab hi naihn pata tha. Jise dekho tight jeans, tight t-shirt, sleeveless shirt, skirt, aur agar salwaar kamiz toh vo bhi bahut tight. Yahan tak ki hamare college ki teachers bhi blouse pehenti toh deep cut aur kuch teachers toh saree navel ke neeche baandhtee thee. Lekin main toh vahi loose salwaar kamiz pehenti thee. Shahar main jahan dekho deewaron par adult filmo ke poster lage hote theh jisme hero-heroine nange hokar pyaar kar rahe hote theh. Hamare hostel ki lobby mein ek t.v. bhi thaa. Kyoonki hamare gaon mein t.v. nahin tha isliya mujhe t.v. chalana nahin aata tha lekin hostel mein ek ladki ne mujhe sikha diya. T.V. par ads, filme aur gaane dekh kar main heraan reh gayee. Mujhe laga kitni gandagee hai shahar mein.In sab cheezon ne mere andar ek ajeeb see halchal machaa dee thee. Roz raat ko sote waqt main yeh sochti thee ki shahar mein itna nangapan kyun hai. ek din hostel ke t.v. par main akeli hi ek film dekh rahee thee. film mein ladka ladki ke hoton par kiss karta hai. maine socha kya hoton par bhi kiss hoti hai. phir ladka ladki ke mouth mein apni jeebh daal deta hai aur dono ek doosre ki jeebh chaat-teh hain. Yeh sab dekh kar mujhe kuch hone laga aur maine t.v. band kar diya. Lekin socha dekhtee hoon kya-kya hota hai so tv phir se on kar diya. ab ladka ladki kee shirt oopar karke uske pet par kiss kar raha hota, phir vo ladki ki shirt utaar kar uske breast dabane aur choosne lagta hai, phir ladki ki jeans nikalta hi, phir kachchi(panty) aur phir uske taangon ke beech mein chaat-ne lagta hai. phir vo apni pant utaar kar apna lund ladki ki choot main daal kar aage-peeche karne lagta hai. Yeh sab dekh kar meri haalat kharab ho gayee aur main tv band karke sone chali gayee. aisee film roz aati thee aur mian roz hee dekhtee thee. Maine notice kiya kee yeh sab dekhne mein mujhe maza aata hai aur sochne lagi ki asli mein sex karne mein kitna maza aata hoga. Ab mujhe pata chala ki shahar ki ladkiyaan erotic kapde kyon pehentee hain...asal mein unhe sex mein maza aata hai aur vo usse bura nahin maanti.Hamare college ki kuch chutiyan huin toh main gaon chalee aayee. papa mummy mujhe dekh kar bahut khush hue. kuch der tak meri padaee ke baare mein pooch kar papa khet mein chale gaye aur main mummy se baaten karti rahi. dupher hui toh mummy ne kaha :mum : bhavna, main tere papa ko khet mein roti dene jaa rahi hoonmain : laao mummy, main de aati hoon, bahut dino se apne khet bhi nahin dekhe, kheton ki bhi bahut yaad aati haimum : theek hai, tu hi de aa, pehle bhi toh too hi jaati theemain papa ka roti ka tiffin lekar khet mein chaldi. Papa khet mein sirf lungi pehente theh. Papa ko maine pehele bhi aise dekha tha lekin aaj pata nahin mujhe andar se kuch ho raha tha. Papa ki achi-khasi muscles thee aur chest chaudi. Papa chera masoom tha. Papa ne lungi apni navel ke neeche baandi hui thee aur unka poora badan paseene se bhara tha. papa zameen mein faavda(tool to dig groung) chala rahe theh.Main : papaPapa : arre bhavna, tuMain : papa roti laayi hoonPapa : apni mummy ko hee aane deti, too safar karke aayee hai, thak gayee hogiMain : nahin tohPhir papa roti khane lage. Main papa ke badan ko dekh rahi thee. Pehli baar mujhe eshsaas hua ki mere papa kitne muscular hain, kitne chaudi chest hai aur chest pe baal kitne achche lagte hain aur navel bhi pyaari hai. Main sochne lagi yeh mujhe kya ho gaya hai, bhala koi beti apne papa ko iss angle se dekhti hai, par kya karoon, control nahin hota. Jab papa roti kha chuke toh main khet se wapas aate waqt yeh hi sochti rahi ki yeh mujhe kya ho gaya hai, mera dil kuch karma chahta, par kya karma chahta hai main yeh na samajh paayi.Raat ko hum log zameen par hi chaadar bhichaa kar sote theh. Meri aankhon ke saamne baar baar papa ki body aa rahi thee. Main papa aur mummy ke beech soti thee, abhi main unke liye bachee thee.Raat ko sote waqt mujhe laga koi mere stanno (breast) par haath pher raha hai. Phir dheere dheere vo haath mere stanno ko dabaane lage. Mujhe bhi maza aane laga. Phir vo haath mere taangon (legs) ke beech mein rub karne lage, mujhe laga ki yeh mere papa hi hain..main unki chati par haath pherne lagi aur unki lungi utaarne lagi..unhone meri salwaar nikaldi..phir meri kachhi (panty) …aur meri choot ko jaise hi unhone kiss kiya … meri aankh khul gayeee……dekha toh yeh mera sapna thaa..papa toh ek taraf so rahe theh…..Lekin meri taangon ke beech mein sach mein aag lagi hui thee. Kya ek beti apne baap se sex ka sapna bhi dekh sakti hai ? Ek taraf toh mujhe guilty feel ho rahi thee toh doosri taraf mujhe mazaa bhi aa raha tha.Kher, agle din dupher ko main phir papa ko khet pe khana dene gayee.Papa : le aahyee khanaMain : haan papa, chalo kaam choro aur pehle khaa loPapa khaane lageMain : papa, mere college mein sab ladkiyaan naye naye kapde pehen kar aati hain, aur main wohi puraanePapa : toh beti naye kapde silwaloMain : gaon se har baar silwati hoon, is baar shahar se silwaloon ?Papa : kyon ?Main : shahar mein kapdo ki quality gaon se achchee hai aur paison ka koi khaas farak nahin hai, meri college ki saheliyan vahin se silwati hainPapa : theek hai, jaate waqt mujhse paise leti jaana aur silwalena lekin jab agli baar gaon aa toh naye kapde apni maa ko dikhana zaroorMain : theek hai..Agle din maine shahar wapas jaana thaa. Papa ne mujhe paise de diye theh. Jab main chalne lagi toh us waqt papa khet mein theh.Main : mummy, main jaane se pehle papa se khet par mil ke aati hoonMum : koi baat nahin beti, unhe pata toh hai hi ke toone jaana haiMain : koi baat naihin, bus ek minute mein aati hoonMain khet mein papa se milne chali aayee. Papa as usual sirf lungi mein thehMain : papaPapa : arre bhavnaMain : papa main jaa rahi hoonMain papa se lipat gayee aur emotional hokar boliMain : papa mujhe aapki bahut yaad aati haiPapa : beti yaad toh humein bhi bahut aati hai tumhariMain papa ke nange badan se lipti hui thee…papa ki peeth par haath pher rahi thee..mere stann papa ki chest ke touch mein theh..Papa : beti mere paseene se tere kapde kaharab ho jaayengeMain papa se aur kus ke lipat gayee aur halke halke apne breast papa ki chest se ragadne lagiMain : papa agar mujhe aapki bahut yaad aaye toh main kya kiya karoon ?Iss ragadaayee mein mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha…papa kya samajhte…vo bahut bhole thehPapa : jab bhi tumhe bahut yaad aaye toh kuch dinno ke liye gaon aa jaayaa karoAb main papa se alag hui lekin apne haath maine papa ki chest par pherne lagiMain : jald hi hamari college ki kuch aur chutiyaan hongi toh main aa jaaongi…….achcha toh ab chalti hoonPapa : achcha beti….khush rahoKhush toh main apni tamanaa poori karne par hi hoongi…maine dil mein sochaShahar aakar bhi main papa ke jism ko naa bhulaa payee. Itni baar toh papa se sapne mein sex karte hue meri choot geele ho jaati theeMaine faislaa kar liya ki meri pyaas ko mere papa hi bujhaaengeMAINE AGLE DIN LADY TAILOR SE SUIT SILWAAYE..MAINE KAMEEZ KO TIGHT SILWAYA AUR SALWAAR KO BHI…MAINE KAMEEZ KO KAFI DEEP-CUT SILWAAYA AUR SAAMNE KUCH BUTTON RAKHWAYE….PHIR MAINE EK SHOP PAR JAAKAR EK SKIRT , TIGHT AUR CHOTA TOP AUR EK MAXI (FULLY COVERED NIGHTY) LEE.Mujhe yeh pata thaa ki kuch dinno baad mummy apne maaike chali jaaengi aur do weeks se pehle nahin aayengi.Maine college se do hafton ki leave lee aur aur chaldi gaon………Aaj maine apna purana gaon wala kameez-salwaar pehena tha in case mummy na gayee ho toh….Shaam ko gaon pahunchi toh ghar mein koi nahin tha. main khet ki taraf chaldi. Ab khet ki fasal meri height se oonchi ho gayee thee isliye koi khet mein asaani se dikhta nahin tha…Maine socha yeh bhi toh achcha hi haiItni oonchi fasal mein maine papa ko dhoond hi liyaMain : papa…main aa gayeeMain papa se jaakar lipat gayee….aur haan..papa sirf lungi mein theh.Papa : arre beti, tu kab aayeeMain : abhi abhi, pehle ghar gayee thee toh wahan koi naa thaMain apne breast papa ki chest se ragadne lagi….maza aa raha thaPapa : teri mummy apne maaike gayee hai….Main : kab gayee mummyPapa : aaj subeh hi toh…usse pata hota ki tone aana hai toh ruk jaatiIsiliye toh main shaam ko aayee hoon….tum kya jaano. Main papa ko aur kus ke lipat gayeeMain papa se jaakar lipat gayee….aur haan..papa sirf lungi mein theh.Papa : arre beti, tu kab aayeeMain : abhi abhi, pehle ghar gayee thee toh wahan koi naa thaMain apne breast papa ki chest se ragadne lagi….maza aa raha thaPapa : teri mummy apne maaike gayee hai….Main : kab gayee mummyPapa : aaj subeh hi toh…usse pata hota ki tone aana hai toh ruk jaatiIsiliye toh main shaam ko aayee hoon….tum kya jaano. Main papa ko aur kus ke lipat gayeePapa : bhavna tum toh kuch zyada hi udaas rehne lagi hoMaine socha sab kuch abhi karne se kaam bigad sakta hai….aakhir ek baap apni beti ko itni asaani se nahi chodega…mujhe apne papa ke dande ko apni choot ki taraf dheere dheere aakarshit karma hoga. Main alag huiMain : haan papa, ghar ki yaad kuch zyaada hi aane lagi hai…kher, main ghar chalti hoon aap jaldi aa jaanaPapa : theek hai..Ghar aa kar main plan sochne lagi. Mujhe pata tha ki agar main ek dum se open ho gayee toh baat bugad saktee hai….main chahati thee ke papa khud hi bebus ho jaaye aur unhe lage ki iss kaam ke wo khud bhi responsible hain. Maine socha saara kaam kal se shuru kiya jaaye. Raat ko haum baap-beti ek saath toh soye lekin maine kuch nahin kiya…aur papa ne kya karma tha, unke liye toh main beti ke alaava aur kuch na thee. Main raat ko bhi wahi purane salwaar-kameez mein soyee.Agle din subeh maine papa ke liye nashta banayaMain : papa main dupher ko khet par roti le aaoongiPapa : achcha..papa ke jaane ke baad main nahaayi aur apna shahar mein silwaya hua tight , deep-cut suit pehna.Dupher hui toh papa ka khana khet par lekar chaldi…main toh excitement se maree jaa rahi thee. Mere deep-cut kameez mein se mere ubhaar (breast) kafi exposed theh…button kholne ki der thee ki ubhaar saaf dikhte…bra to aaj maine pehnee hi nahin thee.main : papapapa : bahvna, le aayee rotiMera suit floroscent green color ka thaa…jab papa ne mujhe dekha toh vo thode haeraan se hue…aakhir apni beti ke ubhaaron ki jhalak pehlee baar mili theemain : chalo pehle kha lopapa : toone kha liya ?main : mujhe abhi bhook nahin haipapa roti khane lagemain : papa, aapne mera suit nahin dekhapapa : haan, rang achcha hai…par kya yeh thoda tight aur chota nahin hai..main : chota…kahan se ?papa : saamne se..main : saamne se ? kahan saamne se ?papa : saamne se…mera matlab hai…chaati se..main : ohh..chaati se, nahin toh, yeh toh shahar mein aam haipapa : kya tumhe college mein aise suit pehene dete haimain : sab aise pehente hain……balki yeh toh kuch bhi nahin..papa : koi mujhe bata raha tha ki shahar ka mahaul aisa hi haimain : haan vo toh hai…lekin mujhe toh apne par control haipapa : achchi baat hai beti….tujhe apne aap ko aise mahaul se bachaa ke rakhna chaiyepapa ne roti khaa lee toh main ghar jaane ke liye chali, do teen kdam par hee maine per (foot) mudne (sprain) ka bhana kiya aur gir gayeemain : ooohh……papa..papa bhagte hue aayepapa : kya hua beti ?main : papa..per mud (sprain) gaya..bahut dard ho rahi haipapa ne mera sandal nikala aur dekhne lagepapa : kahan se muda hai…kahan dard ho rahi hai ?main : oohh..papa….bahut dard ho rahi haipapa : chal ghar chal….koi davaa laga le…chal beti khadee homain jaise hi khadi ho kar thoda chalne ki koshish ki toh phirse gir gayeepapa : arre, kya hua beti…chala nahin jaa rahamain : nahin papa…chalne mein toh aur bhi dukhtaa haipapa : beti, thodi koshish kar, ghar jaa kar davaa laga kar hi dard khatam hoga, ghar toh jaan hi hai, hena….Main phirse uthi , thoda chali par phir gir padiMain : nahin papa, mujhse bilkul nahin chala jaa rahaPapa : phir toh tujhe uthaa ke hi le jaana padegaYehi toh main chahti thee…papa mujhe uthaaein…unka ek haath meri taangon ke neeche aur doosra haath meri peeth ke neeche…aur main unke nange jism se chipki hui…Jab papa mujhe uthaa rahe theh toh maine jaldi se apne suit ke saamne ke button khol diye…aur mere aadhe se zyaada ubhaar bahar aa gaye..Ab main papa ki goad mein thee aur meri chaati khula darbaar bani hui theeMain : papa bahut dard ho rahi haiPapa ne meri taraf dekha toh unki eyes pehle wahin gayee toh main chahti thee……mere ubhaaron ko dekhte hue bolePapa : bus beti ghar chal ke sab theek ho jaayegaMaine jhoot-moot mein aankhein band karleen aur dekha ki papa ruk-ruk kar meri golaaiyaan (breast) dekh rahe hain……..kisi baap ke saamne uski beti ki aadhi chaati nangi ho toh vo bechara khul ke dekh bhi nahin sakta……Papa ne mujhe uthaa rakha tha, isliye meri hips papa ki penis ki height par thee….suddenly mujhe hips par kuch hard feel hua….main samajh gayee yeh kya….mere papa ka lora…….aaj baap beti kitne paas hokar bhi kitne door theh….dande aur ched mein mushkil se chaar inch ka faasla thaGhar pahunchte hi papa ne mujhe litaa diya……meri aankhen band thee….par chati toh khulee theePapa : beti ghar aa gaya haiMain : papa, kuch karo na..dard ho raha haiPapa : almaari mein davaa rakhi hai…main lata hoonPapa disprin ki goli laaye aur saath mein paani. Paani peete waqt maine jaan-moojh kar paani apne breast par girne diya….ab mere aadhe nange ubhaaron par paani tha. Maine goli le lee aur phirse aankhein band karke let gayee….papa baar baar mere ubhaaron ko dekh rahe theh….jawaan beti ke geele ubhaar….baap kare toh kya kare………………………………………………………maine socha itna kafi hai abhi ke liyeMain : papa, aapko jaana hai toh jaao, khet mein kaam poora kar aao, ab dard mein pehle se farak haiPapa : theek hai….main jald hi kaam karke aata hoonMaine socha kaam karke aata hoon yaa kaam karne aata hoo…….Raat ko papa aaye toh main thoda chalne lagee theePapa : beti farak pada ?Main : haan papa, thoda thodaPhir humne roti khaayee……Ab mera jalwa dikhaane ka time aa gaya tha…maine shahar se lee hui maxi (fully covered nighty) pehenee…..is maxi ka advantage yeh tha ki yeh bina kuch expose kiye bhi sab kuch expose kar sakti thee….maine lipstick aur rooz bhi lagaa liya……..maxi pehen ke main papa ke saamne aayee toh papa mujhe dekh kar thode haeraan aur thode khush bhhi. Haeraan isliye ki unhone pehlee baar aisee dress dekhee thee aur khush isliye ki unki beti sunder lag rahi theeMain : papa, maine yeh shahar se yeh kapde bhi liye hain..kaise hain ?Papa : achche hain, par isme neend aa jaayegi ?Main : aur kya, shahar mein toh ladkiyaan aur aurtein raat ko yehi pehan kar soti hainPapa : achchaZameen pe bistar lag chukka thaa…..Main papa ke paas jaa kar baith gayeeMain : papa, jo davaa aapne shaam ko dee thee vo bahut puraani ho chuki hai aura uska asar nahin hogaPapa : achcha..mujhe toh pata hi nahin tha…Main : dheere dheere dard bad raha haiHamare gaon mein dard ke liye sarson ka garam tel lagate theh……mujhe pata tha ki papa mujhe tel lagane ke liye zaroor kahenge…nahin kahenge toh main khud kehdoongi……tel se hi toh saara raasta khulegaPapa : phir ek kaam kar, sarson ka garam tel laga leOh yes…Papa : tu mat uth, main tel garam karke lata hoonPapa tel le aayePapa : le beti, lagaa leMain : laaoMaine maxi thodi see oopar ki aur haathon se thoda thoda tel lagaane lageeMain : oooooo…..aaaaaaa…Papa : kya hua ?Main : tel lagaane pe aur dard hota hai……main nahin lagatiPapa : dard hona matlab iska asar ho raha hai….lagale beti…tabhi theek hogaMaine thoda sa tel aur lagayaMain : ooooo…..mujhse nahin lagegaPapa : iss waqt teri mummy ko yahan hona chiye tha….la main lagata hoonMaine thodi see maxi oopar karlee…….papa mujhe per pe tel lagane lageMain : oooohhh…..aaa…mar gayee….Papa : tel se toh achche se achcha dard theek ho jaat hai…Main : oooohhh…papa…dard poori taang mein aa raha haiMain let gayee aur maxi aur oopar kar lee……maine apni doosri taang thodi oopar kar lee so that papa ko maxi ke andar ka scene dikh sake…….papa thoda sharma rahe theh aur thoda ghabra rahe thehmain : papa, thoda tel taang pe bhi laagaao……maine apni taange khol dee aur dono ghutne (knees) oopar kee tarah kar diye jisse ki papa ko meri taangon ke beech mein se meri safed (white) kachchi (panty) dikhne lage…….Ab papa ki nazar meri taangon ke beech mein se meri kachchi par theeMain : ooo..papa…dard toh oopar badta jaa rahaPapa : beti himmat se kaam le….tel khatam ho gaya hai…main aur garam karke lata hoonTel toh thanda ho jaayega….par baap beti toh garam ho rahe thehPapa : main aur tel le aaya…..bhavna yeh kaam teri mummy ko karna chahiye…..Main : theek hai toh aap chordo…..dard thodi der se hi sahi par apne aap hi theek ho jaayegaPapa : nahin, kabhi kabhi baap ko hi maa ka dharm nibhana padta hai….chal bata kahan lagana haiMain : papa, dard doosri taang mein bhi ho raha hai….aap dono taangon par lagaa doPapa meri dono taangon ke beech mein baith gaye aur tel lagaane lageMain : papa ghutno par bhi lagaa doPapa : beti tel lagne se tere yeh naye kapde toh kharab nahin hongeMain : ho sakta hai…..main thoda oopar kar leti hoonMaine maxi thighs tak oopar kar lee…………ab meri knees oopar..taangein khuleen….maxi thighs tak…aur papa meri taangon ke beech mein….meri choot unke face ke seedh mein…Main : papa, aap tel bahut achcha lagate ho……kuch kuch aaram mil raha haiPapa : teri mummy ki bhi dard hoti hai toh main hi lagata hoon…..isliye mujhe tajurba ho gaya haiMain : achcha…papa ab main pet ke bal (with stomach towards floor) let jaati hoon aur aap taangon ke pichle bhaag par bhi achchi tarah tel lagaa doMain pet ke bal let gayee….maine maxi thoda aur kar liya….ab maxi meri hips taka a gayee thee….mera maksad apne baap ko apni fleshy hips dhikhaane ka tha……meri taangein toh ek tarah se poori exposed thee…Maine thoda sa mud kar dekha toh papa meri hips ko dekh rahe theh……..halaki meri hips abhi exposed nahin thee….Main : ek baat bolu……is waqt aap meri mummy ho naPapa : haanMain : pehle mummy mrei sarson ke tel se maalish kiya karti thee, isliye meri hadiyaan mazboot thee, ab nahin karti toh hadiyaan naazuk ho gayee hainPapa : ho sakta hai……….maalish toh karni hi chaiyeMain : toh agar aapko koi dikkat nahin hai toh aap meri maalish hi kardo……..agar aapko koi dikkat nahin hai toh, varna main ab chaar maheene baad aaongi toh mummy se kara loongiPapa : ab tu chaar maheene baad aayegi………….is waqt main teri mummy hoon…kar toh deta hoon….lekin tu kisi ko batana mat……apni mummy ko bhi nahinMain : kabhi nahin bataoongi…Papa : phir main tel aur le aata hoonAb baat ban rahi thee…..garmi sahi nahin jaa rahi thee……lekin mujhe ab bhi lag raha tha ki papa ki niyat ab bhi saaf hai…..mujhe lag raha tha ki unke liye maalish ka matlab sirf maalish hi hai aur kuch nahin…kher ab main phirse seedhee let gayee (peeth ke bal)….amine maxi aur oopar karlee…..kachchi tak….Papa tel lekar aa gayePapa : chal beti…..lagta hai aaj saara tel maalish mein lag jaayegaMain seedhe leti hui thee……maxi kachchi tak chadi hui.Main : papa , maalish thoda kas ke karma……jaise mummy karti hainpapa meri taangon ki maalish kar rahe thehmain : papa maine shahar mein tv dekhapapa : achcha…kaunsi filme dekheemain : usmein kya kya dikhatein hain main bata nahin saktipapa : aisa kya dikhate hainmain : taangein baad mein kar lena…pehle oopar ka bhaag kar lopapa : theek haimain : main kapde oopar karoon toh aapko koi dikkat toh nahin hai……aap ek kaa karo…aap aankhein band karlo main apne kapde oopar chadati hoonpapa : haan, yeh theek hai….is tarah baap beti mein parda bhi rahegamy foot !maine apni maxi apne galle (neck) tak chadalee….ab main apne papa ke saamne ek tarah se sirf bra aur kachchi main theemain : ab aap tel ki katori ko mere side mei rakh do aur oopar aake mere pet maalish karo…jaise mummy karti hainpapa ne tel ki katori ek side mein rakhi….aur doggie style mein mere oopar aa gaye…ek haath zameen par rakha support ke liye aur doosre haath se mere pet par tel lagane lage…..ab vo mere saamne nahin balki oopar theh isliye hum almost face to face theh….Main : haan papa..toh main keh rahi thee ki jo cheezein tv par dikhaaten hain vo aapne pehle kabhi nahin dekhi hongiPapa : aisa kya hai ?Main : lekin main nahin maanti ki vo sachaayee haiPapa : kya nahin maanti ?Main : vo dikhaten hain ki……….nahin main vo bol nahin saktiPapa : bata na..aisa kya hai ?Main : nahin…kaise bolu…..nahin bol sakti…Papa : aisa kya hai jo tu bol nahin sakti ?Main : main toh kabhi soch bhi nahin sakti ki asia bhi hota hoga ?Papa : kya hota hoga ?Main : karke dekhoon…..par aap bura toh na manoge ?Papa : nahin manugaa.Main : toh phir apna chehra idhar laaoMaine papa ka face apni taraf kiya aur unke hoton par kiss kar diya….papa ne aankhein khol lee….Main : papa aapne kaha tha ki aap bura nahin manogePapa : mujhe yaad haiMain :maalish kyon rok di….vo toh karte rahoPapa : kya tv par yeh dikhaatein hainMain : haan papa….aap hi bataao , kya ladka ladki ek doosre se hnot (lips) milaate hain ?Papa : maine toh nahin sunaMain : tv mein toh ladka ladki aise hnot milate hain jaise hnot se hnot ki maalish kar rahe ho………………papa yeh aap maalish kar raho ho yaa sirf haath pher rahe ho……achchi tarah karo….aap toh mere kapdo par bhi tel lagaa rahe ho……ek kaam karo……………..aankhein khol lo..Papa : aankhein toh khol leta hoon lekin tum kisi ko batana mutMain : kaha na…kabhi nahin bataoongiAb papa ne aankhein khol lee aur unki jawan beti almost fully nagni unke saamne unse maalish karati hui…….apni beti ka badan dekhte hi vo thoda sharma gaye…Main : thode lambe lambe haath chalaao……………tv par toh ladka ladki ki hnoto se itni achchi maalish kar raha tha aur aap toh haathon se bhi achchi nahin kar rahe…Papa : nahin aisee baat nahin hai…..ab main kas ke karta hoonPapa ne lungi aur baniyaan pehni hui theeMain : papa dekho na, aapki baniyaan par tel lag raha hai, yeh kharab na ho jaaye…..isse nikaal doPapa : theek hai..Aur papa ne baniyaaan utaar di….ab meri maxi mere bra se oopar thee, papa sirf lungi mein theh aur mere oopar chad kar mere pet ki maalish kar rahe thehMain : papa…hnot se hnot milaanaa toh maine pehlee baar dekhaa hi…lekin isse badi cheez bhi dekhi….jo main nahin maanti ki aslee mein hota hogaPapa : achcha…kya dekhaMain : bata nahin sakti….apna chehra idhar laaoPapa ka face apne haathon mein leke main phirse papa ke hnoto pe kiss karne lagi….kuch der tak hamare hnot aise hi ek doosre se chipke rahe…phir papa ne kahaPapa : par yeh toh tu bataa chukee haiMain : haan yeh toh bataa chukee hoon….ab jo karna hai vo karne mein thoda sa ajeeb lag raha hai…….chalo kartee hoon…laao apne hnotHumne phirse kiss shuru kee. Ab maine apnee jeebh (tongue) papa ke hnoto par chalaaee aur papa ke mooh (mouth) ke andar daalni chaahi……papa ne halke se apna mooh khol diya…toh maine apnee jeebh papa ke mooh mein daal dee….Main papa kee jeebh ko chaatne lagi……ab papa bhi apnee jeebh meri jeebh par ghumaane lage…unhone apnee jeebh mere daanton (teeth) par maaree…kuch der ek doosre kee jeebh choosne ke baad papa ne apna face oopar kiya….Main : papa, achcha lagaPapa : maine toh yeh sab pehlee baar suna…..mera matlab pehlee baar kiyaa haiMain : toh main kaunsaa roz karti hoon…maine bhi pehlee baar kiya, papa ek baat kahoon….aapkee jeebh hai badee swaadPapa : achcha…..Main : meri jeebh ka swaad aapko kaisa laga?Papa : hmmm….Main : yaad nahin toh phir chakh (taste) kar dekh loMaine papa ka face pakar kar apnee taraf liya aur apnee jeebh bahar nikal dee…papa meri jeebh ko chaat-ne lage…………is dauraan maine tel kee katoree se thoda tel liya aut papa kee peeth pat lagaane lagi…………………………….kuch der tak chaatne ke baad papa alag hue..Main : papa, ab toh bataao kaisa hai meri jeebh ka swaadPapa : achchaa hai………par tu yeh sab kisi se bataana matMain : bilkul nahin…papa main apnee maxi nikaal hi deti hoonMaine apnee maxi utaar dee….ab main sirf bra-panty mein thee aur papa sirf lungi mein…Main : papa..ab aap meri peeth (back) kee kaamish karoYeh keh kar main pet (stomach) ke bal let gayee. Papa ke saamne meri nangi peeth aur meri hips thee. Papa meri peeth kee maalish karne lageMain : mere koolhon (hips) par lagaao tel….dabaa dabaa kar karo maalish…Papa mere hips par tel lagaane lage…meri hips umar ke hisaab se badi hainMain : papa, aap mummy ke koolhon (hips) par bhi maalish karte hoPapa : haan…lekin ab toh uski maalish kiye paanch cheh saal ho gayePapa meri hips kee maalish bahut dabaa dabaa ke kar rahe theh………mujhe yaheen tha kee ab tak papa ka lauda pooree tarah kadak ho chukaa tha….Main : papa, chalo ab aap thoda aaraam karlo…kaafee der se maalish kar rahe ho…kuch der main aapki maalish kar deti hoonAb papa let gaye aur main unke oopar aa gayee…maine haath mein tel liyaa aur unki chaati par lagaane lagee….papa kee nazrein mere badan pe thee…….unki jawaan beti bra panty mein unki maalish kar rahi theeMain : papa aap anpnee lungi nikaal do toh main aapki taangon kee bhi maalish kar doonMain jaanti thee kee papa ka lauda khadaa hogaPapa : nahin beti…..mujhe toh maalish kee zaroorat hee nahin…tu oopar se hi kar leMain : kyun papa…aaj aapne kachchaa (underwear) nahin pehnaPapa : pehna hai..lekin mujhe maalish kee zaroorat nahin..Main papa ke oopar doggi style mein thee…unki chaati par tel lagaa rahi thee..MAIN JHAAN MOOJH KAR SLIP KAR GAYEE AUR PAPA KE OOPAR AA PADI…..HUM DONO KE NANGE JISM CONTACT MEIN AA GAYE…AB MAIN PAPA KE OOPAR LETI HUI THEE…MERE BREAST PAPA KEE CHAATI SE SATE HUE THEHMain : oh….Papa : kya huaMain : papa vo haath chikne hain na isliye fisal gaye aur main aapke oopar aa padi….main thoda thak gayee hoon…thodi der aise hi rahoPapa : meri chaati par tel lagaa hai…tera kapda (bra) kharaab ho jaayegaaMain : ab toh ho hee gayaa…jaane do…..lekin aapke haath khaalee hain..aap meri peeth ke maalish kar sakte hoAb papa lete hue theh, main papa ke oopar, apne breast papa kee chaati par dabaaey, aur papa ke haath meri peeth par tel mal rahe theh…dono mein garmee badtee jaa rahee thee…hum dono ke nange pet ek doosre se sate hue thehMain : oohhh…papa….meri maalish karo…achchi tarah….Papa : bhavna kya hum theek kar rahe hain..?....ek baap beti aise karte hain..Main : (dheere awaaz mein) kaise…Papa : jaise tu aur main kapdon ke bina ek doosre se chipke hue hain..Main : kapde pehene toh hain…maine bra aur kachchi aur aapne lungi…..bachpan mein toh aapne mujhe bilkul nanga dekha hoga..Main apne boobs papa kee chaati pe ragadne lagee…Papa : bachpan kee baat aur thee…ab tu jawaan haiMain : papa…kya aapko mera jism achcha laga.?...Papa : par main tera baap hoon..Main : hum jo bhi karenge main kisi se na kahoongi…..hum thoda sa hi karenge…ab bataao aapko mera jism achchaa laga ?...Papa : haan….sach kahoon toh tere koolhe (hips) bahut akarshak hain…Yeh keh kar papa mere hips ko press karne lageMain : oooo…papa…badan se badan kee maalish ka maza hi kuch aur hai…mere koolhon ko dabaao…..Papa : ooohh…bhavna…tere koolhe toh teri maa se bhi zyaada achche hain….Main : papa….aap mere oopar aa jaaoPapa mere oopar aa gaye aur meri gardan (neck) to choomne lageMain : ooooo….papa…..i lov you so much….main aapse kitna pyaar karti hoon yeh aap nahin jaante…….choomo…apni beti ko choomoPapa : bhavna….tere badan ne mujhe paagal kar diya hai…Main : aapki maalish ne mujhe bhi paagal kar diya hai…….Papa ka ek haath mere boob par gayaa aur usse halkaa halkaa dabaane lage….veh meri gardan aur mera chehra choomte jaa rahe theh…..Main : paappaaa….ooo….aapke chumban mujhe paagal kar denge……yeh aapka ek haath meri chaati par kyoon hai….kya karoge uskaaPapa : jee chahtaa hai teri chaati ko masal doon..Main : oyeemaa….jo karma hai kar lo…..meri chaatiyaan mere papa ke kaam nahin toh kiske kaam aayengee…..yeh bra baap beti ke beech mein aa raha hai…..nikaal do is-e….kar do mere santaron (oranges) ko aazaad..Papa ne mera bra nikaal diya……vo meri chaati ko dekhte hi paagal se ho gaye….dono haathon se dono boobs ko dabaane lage…Papa : bhavna….teri chaatiyaan santare nahin..naarial (coconut) hain….kitne bade aur bhare bhareMain : oohh….dabaate raho…kitna maza aa raha hai….maine apne naarialon main aapke liye bahut saara paani bhara hua hai…….piyo na apni beti ka naarial paani….Yeh kehne kee der thee ke papa ne mere stun (boob) apne mooh (mouth) mein le liye aur choooosne lage..Main : uummm….aaahh….oooo…chhoooooooooooooooooos..oo……mer e achche papa….dooth piyo mera…..Papa aur zor se mere stun choooosne lage..beech beech mein mere nipples ko apne daaton (teeth) se kaat rahe theh………….jab bhi veh mere nips (nipples) ko kaat – teh , meri jaan nikal jaati..lekin maza aa raha tha..Main : ooomaaa….saara dooth pee jaao mera….khaali kar do mere dooth ke katore….main aapki maa hoon, aur aap mere..bete ho…mere bete meri chaati se dudoo pee meri jaan…Maine apnaa ek haath papa ki lungi mein daalaa aur lungi khol dee…….papa ne andar kachcha pehna tha…..papa mera dooth peeeeeeeeennnne mein magan theh..mere nips ko ruk ruk ke jeebh se chaat – teh….aur daaton se kaat – teh….Maine papa ki lungi mein haath daalaa…aur unke hips ko masalne lagee…such kahoon toh mujhe papa ke hips bahut aakarshak lagte theh…main imagine kiya karti thee ke unke hips kitne bade aur kitne hard hongeh……Maine papa ki saari lungi nikaal dee…ab papa sirf kachche mein aur unki beti sirf panty mein….mere dono haath papa ki hips par theh..Main : ooo papa…aapkaa jism kitna kathor (strong) hai….Papa : beti tere ang jitney mulayam hain mere ang utne hi kathor hain…tera doodh bada meetha hai…tu khud bhi cheenee hai…..Baap beti ke nange jismon ka milan aur garam hota jaa raha tha…..papa ab mera doodh khatam kar ke mere pet ko choom rahe theh………………….vo meri naabhi (navel) mein apnee jeebh chalaa rahe theh………meri choot toh poori geelee ho chukee thee………….ab papa meri kaali panty ko choom rahe theh….Main : ooohh….ppp..aappaa……..mmm….yy..yeh..aapnnne…kya kar diyaaa…hai……..mujhse ab aur sahen nahin hotaa…………aur mut tadpaao..oo……bujjjhaaa….bhujhaa do meri pyaas……..bhujhaa do apnee pppppyaari beti ki pyaaas…..Papa : ab mujhse bhi aur sahen nahin ho raha…….Yeh keh ke papa ne pehle meri panty nikaal dee…phir apna kachcha…..oh no…papa ka lauda dekh kar main ghabra gayee….itna mota……….Papa : chal meri beti…..Main : ohhhh…papa….kitna mota danda hai aapka…..mujhe bahut dard hogeePapa : thodi dard toh hogee……lekin kuch der baad achcha lagegaa……..chal jaldi kar….dalvaa..Maine aankhein band (close) karlee…..papa ne ek jhatke mein meri choot mein lauda daal diyaa……main dard se karaha uthee…Main : oohhh…papa..main mar jaaoongi…..nikaal lo ise..Papa : bus thodi der kee hi baat hai…….sabar ka phal bahut meethaa hoga….Ab papa laude ko meri choot ke andar bahar karne lage…..aaage..peeche..aage..peeche….andar…bahar..a ndar..bahar………mujhe maza aane lagaa..Main : aaahhh…..mere papa…..Papa : ohh..bhaavii….meri jaan………mere laude ki bhookhee…..Main : meri jaan….le le meri…..mere harami baap……..aaaa….ooo…..apnee beti kee le raha hai……itna mota danda hai tera….karta reh andar bahar…..aage..peeche..ffff…Papa : aa..mmm……betii…..teri choot kitneeeeee..mazzedaar hai….jitna mulaayam tera badan hai..utni hi tight teri choot hai….Main : aayee……..mmmmmmm…..tukkk..tukkkkkk…….letaa reh meri…aaahh…….meri jaaann…mere badan kee maalish toh bahut karlee…ab mere andar kee maalish bhi kar….oo..papa…kab se aapke laude ke liye mar rahi hoon……Papa ne dhakke aur tez kar diye…Main : aaaa…yehhhhhhhhh……..aur …..aur tez…….aur tez daalo papa…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……….mera nikalne wala haiPapa : ushhhhhhh…….eeeshhhh………aaaaa……..Main :aa…………hhhhhhhhhhhh………mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaa……………aaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhMain poori mastee main…mera nikal gayaa….mujhe itna mazaa aaj tak nahin aayaa tha…..choot-rus nikalte samah mai toh janat mein pahuch gayee thee……………jab mera orgasm khatm hua toh papa ne meri choot se apna lauda nikal liya…aur meri choot ke oopar jhad diya….unkaa garam garam semen ka meri choot aur pet par girnaa bahut achcha lagaa……Hum dono thak gaye theh…..isliye jhadte hi kuch der baad so gaye…..Subah meri aankh khulee toh papa jag chuke theh…unke bathroom mein nahane ki awaaz aa rahi thee….main poori nangi thee par papa mere oopar chaadar daal gaye theh……maine jaldi se uth kar kapde pehne aur papa ke liye naashta banaane lagee….maine skirt aur tight top pehna tha…ghee khatam ho raha toh main shelf pe chad gayee drawer mein se naya packet nikaalne ke liye…….main shelf pe chad ke ghee ka packet dhoond rahi thee tabhee papa rasoi (kitchen) mein aa gaye….Papa : kya hua…kya dhoond rahi hai…Main : papa vo ghee ka packet nahin mil raha thaMain shelf par khadi thee…papa zameen par……hamari shelf itni oonchee nahin thee isliye..papa ka face meri hips ki height tak tha…………………meri skirt kafi choti thee jisse meri taange nangi thee…………….papa dheere se mere paas aaye aur meri taangon par haath pherne lage….main toh ghee nikaalne mein busy thee….. papa ne apnaa haath meri skirt ke andar daal liya..aur meri hips ko press karne lage…..maine kuch nahin kaha…..kyun kehtee….. papa skirt ke oopar se hi meri hips pe kiss karne lage……unhone meri skirt hips se oopar kar dee…maine kachchi nahin pehnee thee……..meri hips pe kiss karne lage..Main : oohh..papa….Papa : bhavi….kal raat tere koolhon ka sevan (taste) nahin kiya……..Papa mere hips/butts ko jeebh se chaat-ne lage………………………….papa shelf par meri taangon ke beech mein baith gaye aur meri choot par jeebh maarne lage…..mere jism mein se ek current sa dauda..Main : uuushhshhhhhhh…..oohh..papa yeh kya kar rahe ho….Papa : chup kar…..mujhe naashta karne de….Main : meri choot ka naashtaaaa…..uuuummm…ooo……..chaato………….ek beti naashte mein apne baap ko apnee choot se zyaada aur kya de sakti hai……….aaaaaaaaaaa…pet bhar ke khaao apnee beti ki choot……ooyeee…………..haayy…..mere ppitaaaji………khalo apnee beti ki jawaan choot………..uuuuuffffffffffff………………..ispe aapkaa hi toh naam likha hai……meri choot mein apnee jeebh toh ghusssaao…….oooooooo…Papa meri choot mein apne jeebh ghusaa ghusaa ke chaat-ne lage….Papa : chal ab zameen par aa jaa..Main shelf se utar ke zameen pe aa gayee……..papa zameen par baith gaye…maine khade hokar taangen khol lee…papa ne baith kar meri taangon ke beech apna mnooh (face) de kar kaha..Papa : chal ab apne koolhe meri taraf kar..Maine apnee hips papa ke face ki taraf kar deePapa : meri jaan ab tere koolhon ko chaknaa hai……ghutnon ke bal ho jaaMain doggie style mein aa gayee jis-se ki meri hips asaani se khul jaayen……………………….papa ne meri dono hips ko pakad kar alag kara……aur mere hips ke beech ke bhaag mein jeebh maarne lage………………meri hips ke beech mein baal hain…..veh un baalon ko bhi chaat-ne lage…………dheere dheere veh mere peeche ka ched (asshole) chaat-ne lage……………….Main : ooooohhhhh…..papa…..i ..love..you……….aaahh…kitna achcha lag raha hai……..iss ched ke baare mein toh maine khud bhi kabhi nahin socha……oooo……..apnee jeebh daalo ismein…..apnee beti ke har ko ched ko bhog lo…………Main : janeman aap zara let jaao………….main aapke moonh ke oopar baith-tee hoonPapa let gaye aur main papa ke mnooh ke oopar potty karne kee position mein baith gayee…………maine tv par 69 position dekhi thee………papa mera asshole chaat rahe theh…usmein jeebh de rahe theh….maine papa ki lungi utaar dee……unhone kachcha nahin pehnaa tha…….shayad soch kar aaye theh ki apnee jawaan beti ko phirse chodna hai……….lungi utaar kar maine papa ka kathor mota lauda haath mein ke liya………………phir thoda jhuk kar maine lauda apne mnooh mein le liya aur choosne lagi………………Papa : aaaaaahhhhhh………….bhavi………yeh tone kahan se seekhaa……………yeh toh teri maa neb hi aaj tak nahin kiyaMain : papa seekha kahin nahin….socha jab aap naashta kar rahe ho toh main bhi naashta kar loo…………….jab main aapka danda choostee hoon toh aapko kaisa lagtaa hai ?..Papa : bahut achchaa lagtaa hai………choostee reh..Main phirse papa ka lauda choosne lagi aur papa mera peeche ka ched…………………kuch der baadPapa : chal beti………..chaatnaa aur choosna bahut ho gayaa……ab ghusaane wala kaam kiya jaaye……….chal apne dono haathon aur ghutno par ho jaa……….ghodi (horse) ban……………Main : kyun saale…….ghusaane ke liye ghodi banne ki kya zaroorat haiPapa : tere peeche ke ched mein ghusaana hai….Main : saale kahan kahan ghusaaeygaa……….Main ghodi ban gayee…………………papa ne apna lauda mere tatty ke ched pe rakha aur dheere dheere andar karne lage………mujhe dard ho raha tha par main ab kuch bhi rokna nahin chahtee thee……isliye socha dard seh liya jaaye……papa ne poora lauda meri gand me daal diya………main dard se karraha uthee..Main : ohhh……harami baap…..kya kar diya yeh………meri jaan nikal dee…ooooo….uuyeee..Papa : meri jaan thoda seh le…phir bahut maza aayega kal raat jaise…….Phir papa andar bahar andar bahar karne lage………….mera dard bhi kum ho gayaaMain : ooooooooooooohh……..papa……maro meri……..lelo apnee beti kee………..chod do mujhe………aage se bhi…peeche se bhi….oopar se aur neeche se bhi……….aaaayee…..raat choot lee thee…ab gand lelo…Papa : saali….apne baap se maalish karvaati hai….tel lagvaati hai………apne papa ko apna doodh pilaatee hai……aur ab apnee gand marvaati hai………besharam tera badan bahut makhmali hai…….tera baap tere jawaan badan ka mazaa lekar rahega..Main : toh main bhi toh yehi chahtee hoon…….aaaaaaaa………mere papa mere har ek ched mein apna mota danda ghusaayen…..mere chedon ko apne dande se roz saaf karen…….ek doosre ke badan ko roz bhogen..Papa : uff tere yeh bade bade gore kooleh…….teri meethi gand………Main : eeeeeeeee……..peeche ka ched na hota toh kitna mazaa adhoora reh jata…..kitni meethee dard hai apne baap se gand marvaane mein….Kuch der meri gand maarne ke baad papa ne gand se nikal kar lauda meri fuddi mein daal diya aur phir shuru ho gaye…Main : aaaaahh.shhhh…..papa..mera ek bhi ched na chor-na……Papa : bhavi…….meri jaaneman………meri chutiya beti………tera har ched makkhan hai…..tera badan bhi makkhan haiMain : mere betichod papa……..meri jaan…………..chod do apnee jawaan beti ko………lelo iski……..maarlo iski….beraham ban jaao….besharam ban jaao………Papa : meri mast beti…..roz mujhe apna doodh pilaayegee na…………meri malayee khaayegee naMain : papa aur tez…main nikalne waali hoon…….aur tez…….yes……..aaaaaaaayyyyyeeMain nikal gayee………kuch baad papa ne meri fuddi se lauda nikala……aur lauda mere mnooh ke paas le aaye…..maine unka lauda mnooh mein daal kar unki saari malayee khaalee….Ab main aur papa jab mummy nahin hoti toh ghar mein pyaar karte hain…..aur jab mummy hotee hain toh khet mein.Story Accha Lage to Comments Choriyega Jorur...

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  1. nice story dear..let me know ur name and contact details so dat we can have fun as well.got same koolha and land like ur dad

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