Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 26)

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Tulasi wearing her transparent white cotton long sleeved top presented by Santhosh uncle unaware of her perky nippies

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Smitha getting ready for vacation

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Smitha and Tulasi planning on how to tease dad

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Chubby cheeks..dimple face...cute expressions

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Smitha teasing her dad to come to terrace

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Tulasi in vizag

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“What are a father and daughter doing up here?” mom asked inquisitively. 

“Tell her we’re fucking,” I whispered into Dad’s ear. 

“Oh, nothing much, honey... she’s preparing for an exam, so I’m giving her some pointers,” Dad said.

“Alright, come downstairs; there’s something we need to discuss,” mom said.

“She looks like she’s really horny. Give her a good fuck...” I whispered in his ear.

“What is she saying?” mom asked.

“She says she still has a few doubts. She’s asking for a little more time.”

“Okay, clear up all those doubts and come down...” she told Dad, then said to me, “Make sure you get them all sorted out,” before walking away.

As soon as she left, I pulled Dad over to the side of the water tank and said, “So... she looks like she’s come up here because she’s really horny. Go ahead and bang her...”

“Oh, come on... it’s not possible here...” he said, squeezing my buttocks. Intoxicated by that touch, I said angrily, “So, if it *were* possible, you’d go right ahead and mount me? Ugh... you really can’t be trusted.”

“What did I do?”

“Yeah... I didn't do anything, though...”

“You could have just said so...”

“Oh... *hiss*... right there... You climbed all over *her* without caring that I am watching you. And me, without caring that I’m your daughter... Oh god... Dad! You’re squeezing too hard...”

“I haven’t climbed *you* yet, though... Damn... no matter how hard I squeeze, I can’t seem to satisfy this craving...”

“Mmm... take off your clothes and squeeze... *uff*... Even if you don’t climb me right now, you’re bound to do it eventually. Ah... it’s so huge. I wonder if it’ll even fit... Oh god...”

“Take it in your mouth first... then down there... Hey... don’t pinch like that...”

“I’m not just pinching; I’m going to snap it right off...”

“And where would you put it if you snapped it off?”

“I’d put it somewhere—why do you care? Oh... why did you shove it like that?”

“That was just my fingers pushing...”

“It feels like this with just fingers pushing. I wonder what it’ll be like when *that* thing pushes in?”

  

“Pushing into what??”

“Um... my dad’s cock...”

“Into what?”

“Into your daughter’s pussy... Ugh... you’re making me talk dirty without even caring that I’m your daughter...”

“There’s only one way to stop talking like that.”

“What is it?” As I asked, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. As soon as I sank to my knees, he positioned his rod right in front of my mouth.

“Ugh... look at what this gentleman is offering his daughter...” I said, tracing the tip with my tongue.

“*Hiss*... daughter... what are you doing...”

“Checking how sharp my dad’s crowbar is...” I said, clamping the tip between my lips.

“Hiss... Tulasi... Ahh...”

“Wow... it’s so huge...” I said, grabbing it and starting to lick it all over with my tongue.

“Uff... uff... what are you doing, daughter?”

This time, I started sucking on the balls at the base.

“Uff... Oh God... what kind of daughter have You given me...”

I pulled back the foreskin and began sucking on the red tip.

“Oh... oh... hiss... keep doing that...” Dad gripped my hair tightly in his passion.



I loved the taste and started sucking it with intense hunger. Dad was moaning with desire. I stopped for a moment. “Why did you stop?” Dad asked impatiently.

“Is yours small? It’s huge, like a donkey’s. Don’t I need to breathe?” I said, and went back to it.

Dad was moaning, “Uff... uff...” No matter how much I sucked, it only seemed to get hotter rather than cooling down.

I paused again for a moment, panting, and asked, “Has your other daughter ever done this?” (referring to Smitha)

“No, that chance was yours alone...” he said, holding my head and guiding it back into his mouth.

I started sucking fiercely again. As Dad thrust it into my mouth, it went all the way down my throat. The more I sucked, the more aroused I became. Pausing occasionally to catch my breath... sucking hungrily... *umm... umm...* wow... I could feel the juices inside starting to surge up.

 

Dad tensed up, pulling my hair firmly. Just then, the fluid shot into my mouth with a sudden, sharp sensation. Even though I tried to swallow it, not all of it went down; half of it trickled out from the corner of my lips. "Hiss..." I gasped as I sat up. Dad affectionately wiped it away, pulled me into a hug, and asked, "How was it, sweetheart?"

"Ugh... You didn't even care that I'm your daughter—you just put it in my mouth and now you're asking how it was?" I said, hurriedly moving to leave.

"Go give it to mom instead..." I added, and walked away.

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As the role play was getting hotter and hotter, Smitha asked Tulasi to stop the narration as it was too much to handle the heat, the way she is telling the incidents in a husky voice.

“what happened baby, why did you ask Tulasi to stop ?”, asked Santhosh looking into the mesmerizing eyes of his dear daughter. Smitha leaning on papa not bothering about her top buttons giving way as she was sliding on papa’s chest while listening to the narration replied “papa, the way she is narrating is like it really happened in front of my eyes”

Tulasi from other side climbed on uncle’s chest with her cheeks rubbing uncle’s cheeks said “uncle, this is too much. She only told me this story few months back and I just replayed what she told me. Its her own idea, its her own imagination, I am just a messenger”

Santhosh was stunned hearing that. Grabbing Smitha’s back and pulling her onto him more closely asked “is it true honey ? did you get this idea ? did you really imagine all this with me ? since when you developed such feelings on me baby ? tell me.. I cant believe such a studious girl like you have time and feelings on me”. The way papa is asking made Smitha laugh. She kissed papa on his cheeks and said “papa, I needed some breaks between my long study hours and mind started thinking about you only and that’s how I got that erotic idea about the tease between a dad and his daughter. I wish it was true”

Santhosh noticed slight shiver in her voice as she told the last sentence. There was a brief silence between them and Tulasi was curiously watching from other side. She never had such good feelings about her dad who was a drunkard beating mom and scolding me. But the real love exists between Smitha and uncle.

Santhosh kissed his daughter on cheeks and replied in a husky voice “baby, you having this kind of feelings is making me think why didn’t I get such ideas and feelings on you. I always treated you like a study machine, never as a girl that has some feelings and a girl that needs a soft cuddle and warm kiss. I always thought it was inappropriate to think so”

Smitha looking into papa’s eyes asks “then why did you plan this vacation with me ? just you and me.. in a hotel room. Somewhere in your mind you must be having feelings on me right ? otherwise you wouldn’t have brought me here”

Santhosh decided to tell the truth



“Smitha baby, you asked a very good question. If it was inappropriate to have such feelings, why did I plan this vacation ? last week when you showed me the report card and said you stood first in the entire sch ool district, I felt so happy. That night I was talking about you only with mom.. non stop.. praising you and scolding your brother for being useless.

Next day morning I came to your room to say good morning to you. But you were not on the bed

 

I was about to return, then I saw the partially opened door. I took few steps forward, and I saw you taking bath.. completely naked.. never saw you like that and I knew it was wrong on my part to see like that, but I was not going back, in fact my lund took a salute inside my lungi which has never happened with you. After a minute I turned back and saw mom standing at the bed room door watching me. I was caught red handed. I couldn’t look at her at all. Apparently you asked mom to get shampoo, and she was waiting for you, that’s why the bathroom door was open.

I quietly came back to my room and was getting ready to go to office. After a took shower, I came out with towel.

Mom was there in our room, she pulled out my towel. Mom saw my sleeping dick and told “Honey.. look at our daughter.. she has grown up so well and so big right ? all her classmates have flat chest



the girls at her age have yet to have anything of substance to get noticed, but you saw Smitha right, she already had such a cute body that she looks really cute. Honey, she is such a nice studious god fearing girl that needs some love from us to relieve her from so much tension from exams. She deserves some rest.. some love.. before the next year starts.. why don’t we ask her to sleep in our room to get her diverted from studies for a while ? it would be so cool we both cuddle her and show her our love. What you say honey ?”

I was thrilled at that idea.. I thought mom would scold me for looking at you while you were taking bath. Instead she was giving such suggestions.. instantly my dick stood up and started leaking heavily..

   

my dick was dancing and pulsating without any touch and started throwing up my thick white cum on the floor .. in spurts.. causing my body to vibrate without my control and making me feel so happy that I for the first time got a different feeling about a girl other than my wife.  However as the desire and my feelings died down after I cummed so hard,  I started feeling  ashamed once again for my rather shameless act.

But mom smiled and told me “Honey, you have feelings on her. I am kind of surprised with your reaction, but this is just normal these days and I know Smitha’s classmate who tasted her boy friend’s juices once got habituated to that taste and is now after her papa.. every day night before going to sleep, she empties her papa’s tank and they both kiss passionately sharing and tasting his cum. Honey, her mom is aware of this but kept quite because she started milking her son. Son for her, daughter for him. They had perfect understanding and just recently he started pumping her from back before sending her to scho ool in the morning. 



Honey, I am not saying we also do similar things, I am just saying don’t feel bad if you develop such thoughts. Anyway let her sleep with us for few days and observe her reaction and then take it forward based on her reaction”

I thought that was a reasonable explanation from mom and I was happy that mom has given some examples to support our views. But still I was sceptical about the whole thought of me developing such feelings on you.”

Tulasi interrupted uncle and asked him to narrate the exact opposite of what has actually happened.. “uncle, Smitha and you know what has happened on the week before vacation. I want you to tell exact opposite thing.. things that you would have done given another chance.. things that you didn’t do but felt could have done. Life is not about what has happened, its all about what we thought should have happened”

Santhosh was stunned.. but he felt it’s a cool thought from Tulasi and it’s a nice way to open up my mind to Smitha.. the imaginary role play ahs already brought us together and this is a great opportunity to cement that feeling further.. so he decided to cook up something and started narrating. He wants to involve his dear wife also in this imaginary story

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My wife Pragathi works as a teacher in nearby sch ool. She is very hot and has many fans in her class, topping the list is our own son Arjun.  Arjun forgets the teacher is his mom and sometimes along with his friends he passes vulger comments on her which she enjoys a lot. Pragathi knows Arjun is not good at studies and also not well mannered, but like all moms she has blind love on her son.  Parents should love their kids but having blind love ignoring their mistakes, sins , ill manners is actually doing wrong to them than right



I also love my daughter but that’s mainly because she does two things that I strongly believe every girl should do. One is to study well and be independent and two is to love her family and stay away from bad boys and seek similar love from her family.. be it siblings or parents.. since her bro is a rowdy type boy she doesn’t like him at all.

One day I came home early at around 4 PM. I didn’t announce I am coming home. I have a spare key and went inside. As I was about to enter my room, I heard some noise from Arjun room. The door was slightly opened, I peeped inside to see my wife Pragathi beating my son Arjun. With a whiplash !!!  I was shocked as both were naked and my son was on the floor begging his mom and licking her feet. Pragathi with her face red was furious and was shouting “you son of a bitch.. how dare you tell your friend to fuck me… I am not a whore.. you fuck me, I am ok.. but not your friend”

I couldn’t stand there for a second, I quietly came out of my house and went to nearby tea stall and lit a cigarette… I couldn’t digest what I saw at home. I know Pragathi is little bit advanced and modern thinking but doing such things with her own son ? we will only see such scenes in porn movies.  I loitered around for some time and came home at normal time.

At dinner table I noticed Pragathi and Arjun behaving normally. Smitha as usual is in her own world.. thinking about studies, studies and studies

After couple of days I was curious what the mom and son must be doing at home. I saw Pragath’s online status, it was showing away since 30 min, so I thought she must have gone home. So I also left early and reached home at 4 PM. With my spare key I went inside. As I was about to enter my room, I tried to peep in Arjun’s room, nobody was inside. I was disappointed a bit and about to go to my room, then heard the noise!!!

This time its from Smitha’s room. I went towards her room and peeped in . It was Tulasi who was sharing a joke with my daughter Smitha. I was very happy seeing Tulasi since she is the one who always helps my daughter in every issue. I went in without tapping the door as I have that much closeness with her. After going in only I noticed Tulasi was in just bra and her black petticoat, I couldn’t notice that before entering the room

After seeing me Tulasi’s face lit up and without bothering for not wearing her top, she jumped on me and hugged me tight and started crying. I was shocked seeing her crying, , meanwhile Smitha also got up and came and hugged me and said “papa, Tulasi failed in her exams, she is afraid her parents may scold her, that’s why she ran away from home after seeing the results.”

I held Tulasi’s hand in my both hands and looking into her eyes said “ran away from home for such a silly reason ? you are such a nice girl, studies is not every thing. You can do well in life as you have common sense. Anyway don’t worry I will convince your parents.. by the way why are you like this dear ? any way you are looking cute in this white transparent bra”. This is the boldest statement I ever gave in my life to any girl. After seeing Pragathi, Arjun, I decided to switch gears.

Then Tulasi realized that she was not wearing bra and she felt shy and tried to cover her boobs with her hands. I lifted her chin up and told her “honey.. you are now almost looking same as Smitha even though you are one year younger”. My eyes got locked on her big boobs. Without any shame I was scanning her body.. right in front of my daughter.. so shameless I was

Tulasi closing her eyes with her hands told in shivering voice “uncle.. you can remove my petticoat also”

I was shocked !!!  so is Smitha

I looked at Smitha asking her what to do… she signalled to me to go ahead and do that.. I really don’t know why Tulasi was asking me to remove her petticoat. She was never like this.. always polite, smiling .. at times she is mischievous but in limits. But why she is already in just bra and petticoat ? questions later, first do what she says. If it was Smitha, I should have thought so much, but for Tulasi why so much thinking ? she always has this innocent way of teasing me with her developing beauty which has some kind of believability  as she grew up in rural side mostly

I bent down to reach her nada.. the thread that held her black petticoat hugging her  shapely ass cheeks  which are already bulging. As my hands touched her waist, I noticed she is no more a little girl, she has fully grown up now and has what it takes to raise any dick.. cute face, attractive tits, curvaceous mid riff and thick thighs, shapely ass cheeks.. more importantly innocent looks

I pulled the one end of the thread and the petticoat fell down in a heap. My eyes got locked on her triangle covered by her pink transparent panty. With her pussy lips shape clearly visible and the tender  and soft light black hair strands pocking out of her thin panty, I was amazed how fast the girls grow.. the smoothness of her inner thighs and attractive pussy shape covered rather loosely in her pink panty which I now remember that I gave her as gift in her last visit for helping my daughter, I was still thinking she is the same little tiny girl climbing on my stomach and playing with my moustache and pinching my nose and playing with me while I try to tickle her at waist and all sensitive parts of her body.. she would laugh, jump, hit me, cuddle me, hug me begging me to stop while I try to touch her tender tits involuntarily and feel her soft ass cheeks. 



Whenever I accidentally touch her small tiny cute tits, she would give a naughty look and scold me you are a bad uncle.. but that’s just a cute warning but I know who much she likes this bad uncle.  She would enjoy playing with me on my bed, fighting with pillow, jumping on the bed and doing all kinds of tantrums that would tickle my nerves.. I get some kind of sweet pain.. something that would linger for a long time even after she leaves. I never thought of seeking such playful act from my daughter as I don’t want to divert her focus from studies

Holding both the cute angels on my stomach with their cheeks rubbing my cheeks, I realized Smitha is trying to throw away her inhibitions taking a cue from her more daring friend. The way she is hugging me from other side and looking at me shyly in her new cotton flowery sleeveless summer top and body hugging thigh level denim shorts I was shocked.. first of all she would never come early from sch ool and secondly this kind of dress she wears very rarely.

Sensing my thoughts, Smitha told “papa, I came early from sch ool after getting call from Tulasi. No, she didn’t run away from home due to her low marks.. that was a lie to tease you.. she came here to seek some happiness and peace from you papa.. Tulasi, why don’t you tell yourself ?”

I was shocked.. so this is all a trap ? 

   

“uncle, I came here to spend some time with you. Why suddenly this ? I always come to see my friend, but this time I came to see you uncle. Why ? uncle, my drunkard papa has introduced some new taste to me.. initially I was resisting.. but slowly as the taste sank in, I started liking it. Yes, he is a bad Papa.. drunkard.. beating my mom.. but still he is my Papa .. he is the one who brought me to this earth. His weakness is drinking but not family. 



Recently he started pulling my mom to my room and lift her sari and put his rather limp dick in her itching pussy and make few moves and slip away.. with his dangling dick wet with his and mom’s juices.. he would look at me and smile and go away.. initially I used to cry.. but my mom consoled me to simply watch and ignore.. any resistance will only make him more bold. I understood her logic, i felt pity for mom as she was not satisfied with papa’s one minute show.. drinking has reduced his stamina.

I got an idea.. I told this to mom.. initially she scolded me but then that’s the only way to bind us together.. us means three of us.  So one day while getting ready to sch ool, I was taking bath, I shouted at mom to give me towel.. as planned, mom told papa to help me get ready to sch ool..  papa came with towel and knocked my bathroom door, I have fully opened the door to take the towel.. he was expecting me to just put my hand out with slightly opened door.. needless to say I was fully naked and I saw papa’s face brightened.. I smiled.. he smiled.. I took the towel and came out to the room and started drying myself… papa was shocked .. I took my sch ool uniform and turned other side and wore it.. I thought papa will leave.. but he was still in the room looking at me.. he is not drunk now but the desire in his eyes is visible.

That night mom got a violent fuck from papa as told by mom

Next day while getting ready for sch ool, I slightly kept my bath room door open.. I saw papa coming in and lieing on my bed and looking at me. He saw me getting ready and smiled at me. I got ready..  my bus time was up, I said bye to both mom and papa and came out.  

After a minute I realized I forgot my lunch box, so I came back to my house.. the door was not closed , I went in and saw papa ducking mom on the sofa itself.. I was shocked seeing that… so he really got heated up seeing me getting ready to sch ool ?  I quietly took my lunch box and came out

So this was my regular routine.. seducing papa to get hard on and fuck my mom.. after a couple of weeks, mom told me she is on periods..

That day in the morning papa came to my room as usual.. saw me taking bath and getting dressed.. as soon as I wore my sch ool uniform, papa came behind me and stood for a while.. so close that I can feel his breath.. he was hesitant … to even touch me.. I turned my head back and smiled at him.. his nerves relaxed a bit and I could see the smile on his face too. 

He gently kissed me on my naked neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.. I just wore my panty and bra by then.. papa felt my soft stomach and moved himself more closer and now I can feel his manhood touching my buttocks. I involuntarily pushed my ass back hitting his bulge and completely turned towards him and said “papa.. time is up.. sch ool bus may come any time”

Papa with a disappointed face moved back and went to his room.. I felt happy as papa is slowly listening to me.. instead of forcing himself on me

But my softness and provocation is taken in a different way by papa which I felt next day.. but by then my mind also started accepting him.. so his rudeness is welcome now.. as he took me to a different world altogether

Uncle, don’t scold me after hearing this.. but I was completely surrendered to my papa who slowly is reducing his alcohol content also.. you can say this is kind of return gift by me to him.. drunkard.. no no.. not any more… beating mom.. not any more

Next day was a game changer in my life.. I was stuck by the desire, love, rudeness of papa.



Papa woke me up early in the morning, lifted me onto his cock in the '69' position, and made me suck it; he fed me his semen and urine until I was full, and he drank my juices and urine too. I was shocked and couldn’t understand whats happening.. but whatever is happening is giving me good feeling.

Afterward, he carried me straight to the bathroom, where we finished our morning routine one after the other, chatting as usual. While bathing—playing along with his mood—he noticed the pain in my eyes; he dried me off, carried me naked to the dining table, and served me idli. After eating with him, while he was discussing with mom my insatiable lust, he told me, "Go get dressed quickly, you slut... you'll be late for sch ool." I agreed, affectionately kissed his cock, and obediently went to my room. I put on white panties and a petticoat, tucked my shirt into my skirt, fastened my belt, hung my ID card around my neck, grabbed my sch ool bag, and returned to Papa.

As I approached him to leave for sch ool, Papa—who always got aroused seeing me in my sch ool uniform—hugged me again and boldly went for a passionate kiss, something he usually avoided to keep my makeup intact. He pressed his erect cock—visible through his dhoti—against my pussy and devoured my lips hungrily, leaving my face smeared with saliva. It felt strange... yet I cooperated in sheer astonishment as Papa held me with intense passion, kneading my breasts with both hands. Unable to hold back any longer—thinking, "Let whatever happens, happen"—I slumped against him, fully yielding to the moment. While he held me like a lover and kissed me deeply, he lifted me onto a study table that was the perfect height for my pussy to align with his waist. 



He stood between my legs and pulled me firmly toward him so that his cock—bulging prominently beneath his dhoti—pressed directly against me. Perhaps because I was wearing a knee-length sch ool uniform skirt, it rode up on its own, exposing my thighs; his cock then thrust hard against me, pushing past my tucked-in shirt and the barrier of the dhothi to strike right at my panties. The gasp that escaped me mingled with his own heavy breathing. Witnessing his intensity, I thought, "My life as a virgin ends here... it’s as if they all conspired and set an auspicious time for my deflowering... I’m done with sch ool now..." and I clung to him with even greater desire.

Sensing he didn't need to hold me quite so tightly anymore, he leaned me back slightly; grasping my breasts—still covered by my shirt—with both hands, he kneaded them gently while pulling me closer... and as if seeking support, one hand... Leaning back against the bench, I pressed my pussy firmly against his cock; I arched my chest to make my breasts easily accessible to his hands, and while holding his neck and locking lips in a passionate kiss—perhaps sensing I was fully ready—he untied his dhoti and tossed it aside. 

 

With his cock standing rigid like a tent-pole inside his drawer, he began to sway slowly, grinding against my pussy right over my panties. Instinctively, I lifted my legs to set the perfect position for him. He picked up the pace, squeezing my breasts with wild intensity, and I swayed in rhythm with his movements—panties still in the way. Even with the drawer acting as a barrier, he pressed hard all over my pussy, driving me wild; as I thrust my hips toward him, I climaxed again, gushing fluids even without actual penetration.

As my sweat-drenched body began to cool, I broke the kiss and leaned back on my hands, smiling at him with a look of admiration and satisfaction. He gazed into my eyes with unquenched desire, squeezing my breasts and grinding against me rapidly, before finally whispering, "Thank you, my dear... I love you..." and ejaculating right into his drawer while kissing me again. Then, laying me down fully on the bench and leaning over me, Papa kissed my breasts right over my shirt for a while—acting with a freedom I hadn't seen before.

As he pulled me close and finished off—thrusting against my pussy and imagining he was actually fucking it—I felt a new kind of thrill; realizing his sticky fluids were seeping from his underwear onto my own wet panties, I cooperated with even more enthusiasm. Looking up at him with satisfaction and love, I said, "I love you too, papa... you really nailed it today... it felt exactly like being properly fucked." He then unzipped his fly, tossed his underwear aside, and guided his cock to my mouth as if asking me to clean it.

My white panties—which covered my buttocks and extended down to my thighs—were soaked with our fluids and clung tightly to my body; realizing the outline of my pussy was likely visible, I spread my thighs wide to give him a better view while I thoroughly sucked and cleaned his cock. Sensing his cock beginning to stir and harden again from the touch of my mouth, he quickly pulled it away, lifted me up, turned me around so my buttocks faced him, and held me close in an embrace.

As I turned to look at papa—who was fondling my breasts with one hand while pressing the other over my skirt against my pussy—he planted a kiss on my lips and asked, "You'll be late for sch ool, and I'll be late for my work... is that okay?" Gazing into his eyes like a heartbroken lover, I replied, "It doesn't matter to me, Papa... because the love and pleasure I find with you mean more to me than anything else. Unless, of course, you have things more important than my happiness—in which case, you could just hand me over to those jerks at my sch ool who are constantly plotting to devour me..." I said this with a hint of reproach, unhappy at the thought of him leaving me behind when I was hoping he might finally take my virginity.

Papa gripped my breasts tighter and passionately fondled my pussy, asking, "Didn't I just finish loving you so tenderly? Tell me, what more do you want?" As he looked into my eyes as if searching for something, I stared back steadily and said, "I want it again and again, Papa... Besides, you only did it superficially... are you actually fucking me? You just keep raising my hopes... you make me feel innocent, finish halfway, and then send me away saying it's enough... is that fair of you?" Perhaps I had asked a bit too harshly...

Looking at me even more intently, he said, "Don't you want to study? Huh... do you just want the cock? What about your future?" as he lifted my skirt and pressed against my pussy right over my panties... As he held me firmly and questioned me—while heat radiated from my pussy and flushed my cheeks—I blurted out the truth: 

  

"Even with all this going on, and amidst all this confusion, I’m still first in my class, Papa. Missing sch ool for just one day won't hurt; I’ll cover the syllabus myself. Please, just fuck me. If you stop halfway like this, I don't want my education or my future anymore. And so what if I don't have an education? I’ll just become a whore like Mom—I am a woman, after all."

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Cum thirsty Tulasi







drinking her papa's sweet honey drops

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Mom Pragathi teaching her young daughter on how to taste the man's gum








 

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First cum shower for the studious Smitha

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Madhukar, Manju, Priya  narrating and enjoying the hot family secrets  stories of their friends




Finally Priya getting her pussy licked by Madhukar uncle



Manju getting her pussy tickled

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As I spoke, his anger flared; he squeezed my breast hard and growled, "Is fucking more important to you than your education, you whore? Don't you realize the pain will kill you? Get lost, you slut..." He jabbed his cock against my buttocks—right over my skirt—and though his anger terrified me, the intensity of his assault aroused me to the point of madness.

Craving that pleasure, I looked at him defiantly and said, "Pain? Look at how hard you fucked Mom. Yet, didn't she come back to you for more fucking as soon as the pain subsided? I’m asking you—is there any pleasure without pain, Papa? Whatever happens, I just want to be fucked. If I die, so be it; I’d rather die while being fucked blissfully."

 

As I argued stubbornly and adjusted myself so his cock pressed right against my buttocks, he suddenly let go of my breasts and pussy, grabbed my hair... "Are you trying to teach *me* a lesson, you whore? What? You'd even die for a cock, you worthless slut? Is your ass itching that badly for it?" he snarled. Before my feet could even touch the ground, he flipped me face-down onto the table, bent me over, and hiked my skirt up over my buttocks.


Glaring lustfully at my voluptuous, 36-inch-sized, fleshy buttocks—still covered by my panties—he muttered, "Is it looking at these that gave you such a big head about your ass, you stupid cunt? You're acting up because you're fat with lust... just watch how I melt that fat away." With a sudden jerk, he pulled my panties down to my thighs and delivered a stinging slap across my buttock that made my pussy quiver. My father, who had never once scolded or hit me since I was old enough to understand anything, had struck me; the shock killed my desire, and tears welled up in my eyes.

As I looked at him with a terrified, crestfallen expression, he rained down six hard slaps on each buttock, leaving angry red welts; my smooth, golden-hued buttocks were now inflamed and bore the distinct imprints of his fingers. I screamed in agony with every blow, but he snapped, "You said you'd die for it, didn't you, you cheap slut? Can't you even handle this much pain?" Crouching behind me, he spread my buttocks wide with both hands to stare intently at my asshole, then delivered a blow so hard it left raised welts, making me jolt in pain.

As I lay face-down on the table, kicking my legs and sobbing while trying to touch my pussy, he grabbed both my hands, pinned them against my back, and struck my pussy again—making me writhe in agony. Yet, driven by intense lust, he immediately buried his face between my buttocks and began licking my pussy. His tongue worked furiously right at the threshold of my virginity, making my pussy lips flutter and making the pain vanish. Overwhelmed by the rising heat of passion, I clawed at my own hair like a madwoman, moaning, "Aah... Pahhhhpaaahhhh... please... paaaaapaaaa... please... please... please... please... Aaaah... paaa… paaaa..."



Even though I lacked the courage to explicitly ask him to push deeper, I thrust my pussy against his mouth and screamed... As he slowly poked his index finger against my asshole, I cooperated, hoping—at least this time—he would push it inside... Finally, the wonderful man began to force it firmly into my asshole... Although it was just a finger entering my depths for the first time, I welcomed it with the same eagerness as if it were a cock; I endured the pain by clenching my teeth, terrified that he might stop if I complained...

As he pushed his finger past the first knuckle into my anal ring, I thought, "Thank goodness... after all this time, at least my asshole has found salvation..." "Oh God, this is going to be intense," I thought, feeling a thrill of excitement deep down... and just as I was struggling to control the pain, he started fucking my ass with his finger, pushing it in little by little.



As I struggled to control the pain, he began fucking my ass with his finger, thrusting it in little by little. Feeling that finger penetrate the depths of my ass for the first time—thrusting slowly—I felt a wave of ecstasy and revelled in the sensation, gazing longingly at Papa while moaning softly. He kept thrusting the finger deeper, igniting a fire in both my ass and my pussy; I closed my eyes to savor it. Sensing my ass had loosened up, he pushed in a second finger to widen the passage.

As he stood up, squeezing his cock while looking at my ass—and I looked right back at him—I knew anal fucking was definitely on the cards. I lifted my ass to meet his hand and squeezed my own breasts, which had hardened like stones. "Papa... it feels so good. If it feels this amazing with just fingers, imagine the pleasure if you fucked me with your cock..." I urged him on.

He slid in another finger, widening the path with three fingers, while simultaneously pressing his thumb against my clit, making me gush profusely. "Oh my God... you've killed me, Papa... I thought you were going to use your cock, but you finished me off with just your fingers..." I panted, looking at him pleadingly. He grabbed my hair to lift my head, took the fingers he’d used in my ass and put them in my mouth—making me taste my own juices—then led me to my knees and guided his cock to my lips.

Turned on by this, I kissed it and took the whole thing into my mouth... As I was vigorously servicing his cock—ready for my ass—with all my experience, he grabbed my hair, held me in place, and thrust it deep into my throat for a while.



Gasping for air as that eight-inch cock moved rapidly past my throat, I was suddenly yanked up by my hair and bent over the table, lying face-down. Seeing my eagerness—even as I felt intimidated by his intensity—I spread my legs wide to make way for him. Stunned by my desperation, Papa muttered, "You're an even bigger slut than your mother... that whore couldn't handle her itch either and took it in the ass before her pussy on our first night..."

As he rammed his cock into my anal opening, I braced for the pain while simultaneously craving the sensation of it deep inside. "It's okay, put it in, Papa... you've loosened my ass up well... I can handle the pain... I was born from Mom's sluttiness, after all... I drank the milk that came from her getting fucked hard to satisfy her lust... How could I not inherit that same craving? In a way, I might turn out to be an even bigger slut than Mom..."

Even when he delivered a sharp smack to my buttocks—making me scream—the lust in my eyes didn't fade. Noticing this, Papa said, "Trying to outdo my wife, you slut? Are you going to milk a man dry with as much lust as my wife?" and thrust it all the way in, making me scream out loud. Not expecting him to thrust so forcefully, I writhed in agony—feeling as though a stake was being driven into my ass—and tried to push him away with my hands.

He gripped my waist tightly, pressing me against his chest, and thrust deep with every stroke, making me see stars. "You said you could take it, you bitch... well, take it then..." he growled. As I thrashed about, crying out, "Oh... I can't take it... I'm dizzy... oh god...", he suddenly shifted from his measured pace to a furious, rapid rhythm, pulling all the way back and slamming in deep while holding my waist firmly.



My ass had adapted to the size of his cock, and as he pounded away—creating a sound like clapping—my wails filled the air. He grabbed my hair to hold me steady while thrusting; he tore the buttons off my shirt and ripped my petticoat, kneading my breasts roughly. Stunned by the brutal thrusts and the crushing grip on my breasts, I stared at him in shock. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you want your ass fucked? Huh? If you don't want it, get lost..." he shouted, shoving me hard against the wall.

With that, his cock slid right out of my ass... I lost my cool when his hands pulled away; perhaps I couldn't bear the thought of that magical sensation in my ass—caused by his cock—coming to a sudden halt and leaving me feeling empty. Craving that pain and refusing to let it stop, I pounced on Papa like a hungry tigress; I grabbed his head with both hands, locked lips with him, and hoisted myself onto the table, lifting my legs to signal him to thrust inside immediately.

As he slid it back into my ass and started pounding, I lay back, looked into his eyes, and challenged him: "Fuck me, you bastard—fuck me hard! Let's see just how rough you can get... if you stop halfway, I'll cut off your cock and cook it!" As I dbangd my legs over his shoulders—giving him the perfect angle—he gripped my thighs tightly and growled, "Oh, I'll fuck you, you slut... I'll fuck you until your ass splits wide open—just you wait!" With that, he began thrusting with lightning speed.



As I jerked and shuddered under the speed of his cock thrusting into my ass, I cried out, "Fuck me... fuck me just like that... You fuck the town's whores, but what sin did *I* commit, you bastard? Aren't you my father? Don't you have any responsibility?" Even as I took that pounding and reached my climax, panting, he violently tore off my shirt, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over, and bent me against the wall, resuming his brutal fucking of my ass.



He pinned me against the wall as I bounced under his force. After I climaxed and trembled from his speed, Papa paused briefly before hammering into me again; he pushed me away from the wall, pinned me against my bedroom door, and fucked me so hard it felt like my ass would shatter. Just as I reached the peak again, he lifted me up and threw me face-down onto the bed. Under the onslaught of his furious fucking—having already climaxed multiple times—I thought, "Oh God, what kind of fucking is this? My ass is on fire... I can't handle his anger..." When he threw me down like that, I thought it was the perfect moment to escape and tried to get up, but he grabbed my legs, snarling, "Where do you think you're going, you whore?" He dragged me back, pinned me down, and thrust deep into my ass again.



He pressed down hard on my back, pounding me mercilessly for another ten minutes until I was completely spent; just as I was trying to relax, he grabbed my hair, dragged me along, forced me onto my knees, shoved his cock into my mouth, and began pounding my throat. As Papa finally came—spewing his load all over my mouth and slapping my face with his cock—I saluted the wild, ecstatic ride he’d just taken my ass on.

While sucking up and swallowing his juices, I moaned, "You blew my mind, Papa... you gave me ecstasy on the very first go... hurry up and set a date for my pussy too, so you can fuck it however you like, my man..." Smiling, Papa kissed my forehead and lay down beside me, saying, "Until your wedding, only let yourself be fucked in the ass, no matter how much anyone pressures you... whoever desires you, just give them your ass... and don't let a single finger touch your pussy until I say so, sweetheart..."




Looking at him with a smile, I asked excitedly, "So, from now on, if someone wants to fuck my ass... it's okay, Papa?" He looked back calmly and said, "From this moment on, your ass isn't yours anymore, you whore—it belongs to the town... anyone who wants to will fuck your ass... even if it's a beggar, you have to take it patiently like a good whore, just like your mother... you must satisfy everyone's desire..." Saying this, he turned me onto my side to expose my ass and thrust his cock back in without even a five-minute break.

Startled, I said coquettishly, "What, Papa? Already?" As he grabbed my breasts and began to fuck me slowly, he replied, "From now on, you won't even get that much of a break..." "You silly girl... they’ll keep stuffing as many cocks as possible into you and fucking you all day long without a single break..." As Papa spoke these words while fucking me hard, my lust surged again.

"I’m here for everything, darling... I won’t let you face any trouble..." he said, flipping me over and mounting me... Perhaps realizing I couldn't take much more, he finished in about ten minutes and ejaculated into my ass; then, mixing that fluid with my own juices in his hand, he taught me right there in the kitchen how to prepare  special desert for us... Afterward, he took me to my room, laid me down, lovingly fed the desert to me, and said, "Sleep soundly, sweetheart... I’ll go out for some time" before walking out.

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Pragathi mom punishing her rowdy son for groping his classmate