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 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 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. Kahani padhne ke baad apne vichar niche comments me jarur likhe, taaki hum apke liye roz aur behtar kamuk kahaniyan pesh kar sake – DK
