25-05-2020, 03:11 AM
"Go on, I know you want to try," Mr. Misra said to Disha.
Disha looked up at him and then at her mother's face with his cock in her mouth. Disha was curious and did want to try it. After all, since her mother liked it so much, how bad could it be? Jyoti stopped sucking and turned a little towards her daughter. Disha got off the chair and stood next to her kneeling mother. She looked down on her and noticed something. Disha reached to the far side of her mother's face and touched her bulging cheek. She was able to feel the man's cock through her mother's cheek. Jyoti got embarrassed and pulled back causing the cock to pop from her mouth and spring up.
Disha dropped to her knees next to her mother and looked at the hard, wet cock. She grabbed it and slowly jerked it off like she had just been taught. Her hand glided more easily since it was coated with her mother's saliva. Disha took note of that for future reference. She pulled the cock down like she had seen her mother do and put it into her mouth. The young girl didn't move for a minute, just experiencing the sensation for the first time. Then she swallowed as saliva accumulated in her mouth. When Mr. Misra moaned, Disha looked up and saw his eyes closed. A power came over her so she did what her mother just taught her. Disha sucked and licked Mr. Misra' cock.
Mr. Misra immensely enjoyed the young, innocent girl's mouth on his cock for a while, but didn't want to cum in Disha's mouth and scare her off so he pulled out. Disha looked up at him with an expression best described as a kid who had a lollipop taken away. Mr. Misra was tempted to offer his cock to her but restrained.
"That was very good, you're a fast learner," Mr. Misra complimented her. He smiled when he saw her wipe the spittle from her chin. "But there's more to oral sex than giving a boy a blowjob. You should expect the boy to please you too." When he saw the confused look on Disha's face, Mr. Misra dropped to his knees and wrapped his arm around Disha's shoulders like a father would. "Let me explain. The girl should enjoy sex as much as the boy. If the boy doesn't give the girl pleasure he's selfish and a lousy lover. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Disha nodded. "Okay, now don't be alarmed, but I'm going to touch you. Okay?"
Disha hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Mr. Misra brushed his fingertips over Disha's cheeks and then down the sides of her neck. The girl closed her eyes and moaned at the sensuous feeling. When Mr. Misra' fingertips traced her lips, Disha parted them slightly. Disha began sucking on his fingers.
Mr. Misra' other hand caressed the nape of Disha's neck and then slid down her back, moving in small and then bigger circles. He leaned forward and pulled his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his lips. When his tongue pushed forward, Disha sucked on it like she had his fingers. The fingers that had been in Disha's mouth now caressed her cheek and then slid down her neck, but this time not stopping. Soon his fingertips were just brushing the tips of her cone-shaped tits. Disha sighed into his mouth.
Mr. Misra' hand cupped Disha's breast and gently squeezed. The young girl was lost in the feeling and didn't object. Mr. Misra felt the girl's breast, unencumbered by a bra, and loved the feeling. Jyoti sat on the floor two feet away, helplessly watching the man she despised seduce her young, innocent daughter.
"Did you like that?" Mr. Misra said after breaking the kiss and leaning back.
"Uh hum," Disha said dreamily.
"Don't be frightened. I'm going to make it feel even better."
Very slowly, Mr. Misra grabbed the bottom of Disha's top. He slowly pulled it up trying not to frighten her. Disha's arms automatically rose when he pulled her shirt off. Suddenly, Disha felt embarrassed having her naked breasts exposed to the man and covered them.
Mr. Misra ignored her breasts, for the moment, and pressed his lips to hers again. Soon they were passionately French-kissing. When Mr. Misra' hand touched the underside of Disha's tit she moved her hand away. He slid his palm over her breast, just brushing her nipple, and gently squeezed. Disha moaned.
Mr. Misra pulled away from Disha's mouth and licked her lips. Her tongue sensuously flicked at his tongue, making contact outside their mouths. Then he licked down her chin, under her chin, over her neck, and onto her tit. He opened his mouth and got most of her small breast into it and sucked, making sure to swipe his tongue over her stiffening nipple. Disha's head fell back as she experienced unknown pleasure. By the time Mr. Misra had caressed both tits with his mouth and tongue, Disha's nipples were standing out like pencil erasers.
"Did you like that?" Mr. Misra asked.
"Uh hum."
"Do you want even more pleasure?"
"Uh hum."
Mr. Misra leaned forward and began licking Disha's belly. The young girl squealed and giggled as it tickled her. In the meantime, Mr. Misra was undoing her shorts. He returned to Disha's tits, causing her to close her eyes and return to the dreamy state she had been in. Mr. Misra turned and whispered for Jyoti to remove the last of her daughter's clothes. Mr. Misra alternated between Disha's mouth and breasts, bringing moans from the young girl.
Jyoti couldn't believe what she was doing. She was stripping her baby daughter. But what choice did she have? For a fleeting moment, Jyoti considered jumping to her feet to get a kitchen knife and thrust it into Mr. Misra' back, but she thought better of it. Instead, she pulled her daughter's shorts down and off, and then did the same with her panties. She looked at the little girl panties, blue with a white border around the elastic leg band, and knew her daughter was no longer the pure, innocent girl she had loved.
When Mr. Misra saw that the girl was naked he dragged his tongue down the girl's belly, this time not stopping. His lips traveled over her pubic hair, and then he pulled her labia apart and began licking her clit.
"Oh god, oh god," Disha exclaimed. "What are you doing? Oh god."
Mr. Misra continued to lick her to make sure she knew how good it felt and then lifted up saying, "I told you that oral sex wasn't just the girl giving the boy a blowjob. This is what the boy is supposed to do to the girl. Do you like it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want me to do it some more?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Okay, but I think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."
Disha looked up at him and then at her mother's face with his cock in her mouth. Disha was curious and did want to try it. After all, since her mother liked it so much, how bad could it be? Jyoti stopped sucking and turned a little towards her daughter. Disha got off the chair and stood next to her kneeling mother. She looked down on her and noticed something. Disha reached to the far side of her mother's face and touched her bulging cheek. She was able to feel the man's cock through her mother's cheek. Jyoti got embarrassed and pulled back causing the cock to pop from her mouth and spring up.
Disha dropped to her knees next to her mother and looked at the hard, wet cock. She grabbed it and slowly jerked it off like she had just been taught. Her hand glided more easily since it was coated with her mother's saliva. Disha took note of that for future reference. She pulled the cock down like she had seen her mother do and put it into her mouth. The young girl didn't move for a minute, just experiencing the sensation for the first time. Then she swallowed as saliva accumulated in her mouth. When Mr. Misra moaned, Disha looked up and saw his eyes closed. A power came over her so she did what her mother just taught her. Disha sucked and licked Mr. Misra' cock.
Mr. Misra immensely enjoyed the young, innocent girl's mouth on his cock for a while, but didn't want to cum in Disha's mouth and scare her off so he pulled out. Disha looked up at him with an expression best described as a kid who had a lollipop taken away. Mr. Misra was tempted to offer his cock to her but restrained.
"That was very good, you're a fast learner," Mr. Misra complimented her. He smiled when he saw her wipe the spittle from her chin. "But there's more to oral sex than giving a boy a blowjob. You should expect the boy to please you too." When he saw the confused look on Disha's face, Mr. Misra dropped to his knees and wrapped his arm around Disha's shoulders like a father would. "Let me explain. The girl should enjoy sex as much as the boy. If the boy doesn't give the girl pleasure he's selfish and a lousy lover. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Disha nodded. "Okay, now don't be alarmed, but I'm going to touch you. Okay?"
Disha hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Mr. Misra brushed his fingertips over Disha's cheeks and then down the sides of her neck. The girl closed her eyes and moaned at the sensuous feeling. When Mr. Misra' fingertips traced her lips, Disha parted them slightly. Disha began sucking on his fingers.
Mr. Misra' other hand caressed the nape of Disha's neck and then slid down her back, moving in small and then bigger circles. He leaned forward and pulled his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his lips. When his tongue pushed forward, Disha sucked on it like she had his fingers. The fingers that had been in Disha's mouth now caressed her cheek and then slid down her neck, but this time not stopping. Soon his fingertips were just brushing the tips of her cone-shaped tits. Disha sighed into his mouth.
Mr. Misra' hand cupped Disha's breast and gently squeezed. The young girl was lost in the feeling and didn't object. Mr. Misra felt the girl's breast, unencumbered by a bra, and loved the feeling. Jyoti sat on the floor two feet away, helplessly watching the man she despised seduce her young, innocent daughter.
"Did you like that?" Mr. Misra said after breaking the kiss and leaning back.
"Uh hum," Disha said dreamily.
"Don't be frightened. I'm going to make it feel even better."
Very slowly, Mr. Misra grabbed the bottom of Disha's top. He slowly pulled it up trying not to frighten her. Disha's arms automatically rose when he pulled her shirt off. Suddenly, Disha felt embarrassed having her naked breasts exposed to the man and covered them.
Mr. Misra ignored her breasts, for the moment, and pressed his lips to hers again. Soon they were passionately French-kissing. When Mr. Misra' hand touched the underside of Disha's tit she moved her hand away. He slid his palm over her breast, just brushing her nipple, and gently squeezed. Disha moaned.
Mr. Misra pulled away from Disha's mouth and licked her lips. Her tongue sensuously flicked at his tongue, making contact outside their mouths. Then he licked down her chin, under her chin, over her neck, and onto her tit. He opened his mouth and got most of her small breast into it and sucked, making sure to swipe his tongue over her stiffening nipple. Disha's head fell back as she experienced unknown pleasure. By the time Mr. Misra had caressed both tits with his mouth and tongue, Disha's nipples were standing out like pencil erasers.
"Did you like that?" Mr. Misra asked.
"Uh hum."
"Do you want even more pleasure?"
"Uh hum."
Mr. Misra leaned forward and began licking Disha's belly. The young girl squealed and giggled as it tickled her. In the meantime, Mr. Misra was undoing her shorts. He returned to Disha's tits, causing her to close her eyes and return to the dreamy state she had been in. Mr. Misra turned and whispered for Jyoti to remove the last of her daughter's clothes. Mr. Misra alternated between Disha's mouth and breasts, bringing moans from the young girl.
Jyoti couldn't believe what she was doing. She was stripping her baby daughter. But what choice did she have? For a fleeting moment, Jyoti considered jumping to her feet to get a kitchen knife and thrust it into Mr. Misra' back, but she thought better of it. Instead, she pulled her daughter's shorts down and off, and then did the same with her panties. She looked at the little girl panties, blue with a white border around the elastic leg band, and knew her daughter was no longer the pure, innocent girl she had loved.
When Mr. Misra saw that the girl was naked he dragged his tongue down the girl's belly, this time not stopping. His lips traveled over her pubic hair, and then he pulled her labia apart and began licking her clit.
"Oh god, oh god," Disha exclaimed. "What are you doing? Oh god."
Mr. Misra continued to lick her to make sure she knew how good it felt and then lifted up saying, "I told you that oral sex wasn't just the girl giving the boy a blowjob. This is what the boy is supposed to do to the girl. Do you like it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want me to do it some more?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Okay, but I think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."
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