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Main : papa aapne kaha tha ki aap bura nahin manogePapa : mujhe yaad hai
Main :maalish kyon rok di….vo toh karte raho
Papa : kya tv par yeh dikhaatein hain
Main : haan papa….aap hi bataao , kya ladka ladki ek doosre se hnot (lips) milaate hain ?
Papa : maine toh nahin suna
Main : 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 mut
Main : kaha na…kabhi nahin bataoongi
Ab 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 hoon
Papa ne lungi aur baniyaan pehni hui thee
Main : papa dekho na, aapki baniyaan par tel lag raha hai, yeh kharab na ho jaaye…..isse nikaal do
Papa : 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 theh
Main : 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 hoga
Papa : achcha…kya dekha
Main : bata nahin sakti….apna chehra idhar laao
Papa 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 kaha
Papa : par yeh toh tu bataa chukee hai
Main : haan yeh toh bataa chukee hoon….ab jo karna hai vo karne mein thoda sa ajeeb lag raha hai…….chalo kartee hoon…laao apne hnot
Humne 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 laga
Papa : maine toh yeh sab pehlee baar suna…..mera matlab pehlee baar kiyaa hai
Main : toh main kaunsaa roz karti hoon…maine bhi pehlee baar kiya, papa ek baat kahoon….aapkee jeebh hai badee swaad
Papa : achcha…..
Main : meri jeebh ka swaad aapko kaisa laga?
Papa : hmmm….
Main : yaad nahin toh phir chakh (taste) kar dekh lo
Maine 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 swaad
Papa : achchaa hai………par tu yeh sab kisi se bataana mat
Main : bilkul nahin…papa main apnee maxi nikaal hi deti hoon
Maine 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 karo
Yeh 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 lage
Main : 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 hain
Main : papa, aap mummy ke koolhon (hips) par bhi maalish karte ho
Papa : haan…lekin ab toh uski maalish kiye paanch cheh saal ho gaye
Papa 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 hoon
Ab 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 thee
Main : papa aap anpnee lungi nikaal do toh main aapki taangon kee bhi maalish kar doon
Main jaanti thee kee papa ka lauda khadaa hoga
Papa : nahin beti…..mujhe toh maalish kee zaroorat hee nahin…tu oopar se hi kar le
Main : kyun papa…aaj aapne kachchaa (underwear) nahin pehna
Papa : 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 THEH
Main : oh….
Papa : kya hua
Main : papa vo haath chikne hain na isliye fisal gaye aur main aapke oopar aa padi….main thoda thak gayee hoon…thodi der aise hi raho
Papa : meri chaati par tel lagaa hai…tera kapda (bra) kharaab ho jaayegaa
Main : ab toh ho hee gayaa…jaane do…..lekin aapke haath khaalee hain..aap meri peeth ke maalish kar sakte ho
Ab 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 theh
Main : oohhh…papa….meri maalish karo…achchi tarah….
Papa : zohra 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 hai
Main : 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 lage
Main : oooo…papa…badan se badan kee maalish ka maza hi kuch aur hai…mere koolhon ko dabaao…..
Papa : ooohh…zohra…tere koolhe toh teri maa se bhi zyaada achche hain….
Main : papa….aap mere oopar aa jaao
Papa mere oopar aa gaye aur meri gardan (neck) to choomne lage
Main : ooooo….papa…..i lov you so much….main aapse kitna pyaar karti hoon yeh aap nahin jaante…….choomo…apni beti ko choomo
Papa : zohra….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 uskaa
Papa : 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 bhare
Main : 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 hogee
Papa : 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..zohra….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 hai
Papa : ushhhhhhh…….eeeshhhh………aaaaa……..
Main :aa…………hhhhhhhhhhhh………mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaa……………aaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Main 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 tha
Main 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 : zohra….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 dee
Papa : meri jaan ab tere koolhon ko chaknaa hai……ghutnon ke bal ho jaa
Main 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 hoon
Papa 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…………zohra………yeh tone kahan se seekhaa……………yeh toh teri maa neb hi aaj tak nahin kiya
Main : 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 baad
Papa : 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 hai
Papa : tere peeche ke ched mein ghusaana hai….
Main : saale kahan kahan ghusaaeygaa……….
Main ghodi ban gayee…………………papa ne apna lauda mere gand 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 gayaa
Main : 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 : zohra…….meri jaaneman………meri chutiya beti………tera har ched makkhan hai…..tera badan bhi makkhan hai
Main : 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 na
Main : papa aur tez…main nikalne waali hoon…….aur tez…….yes……..aaaaaaaayyyyyee
Main 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.
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