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Santhosh has come to Vizag on vacation along with his hard working studious daughter a treat for securing first rank in the sch ool district. He wanted her to get some break and fresh breath of air and relief before embarking upon on next class which will start soon.
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These days students hardly get any break between the years, ofcourse for easy going reckless students like his son, the entire year is a leisure. Its not the same case with his daughter who deserves more than just a break
When he brought Smith to Vizag, he wanted her to experience the soothing waves of the sea, trek the high mountains, feel the vibrance of tribal culture. As that journey was on track came her friend Tulasi in a sorrow state.
Whenever he sees Tulasi his body reacts in a strange way as she is slightly younger to his daughter and the girls of that age bring lot of innocence, cuteness, naughtiness to the table. The fact that she helped his daughter come over her menstrual issue made him treat Tulasi also as his daughter and make her also do well in studies, he wants the girls do only two things, one to study well and second be happy with parents. with this approach the girls will do well in their career and be independent and being happy with parents would take care of the age induced desires without getting into the trap of aimless boys. giving a kiss to papa is much better and safer than going to a movie with a boy
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Now after hearing her sob story of her drunkard father beating her mother and even trying to hold Tulasi in appropriate manner made Santhosh to get soft corner on her and his plan to solve Tulasi’s family issue made Tulasi to come over her grief and she accepted her friend request to stay back for the night.
Now this role play of Tulasi and Santhosh has taken all the three to the pinnacle of happiness so much so all the three are actually feeling for it. Smitha is feeling and seeing how her dad is teasing his daughter. Tulasi is acting like his real daughter and seducing him to feel for her in front of his real daughter. And Santhosh is actually feeling Tulasi and imaging Smitha. The brilliant act of role play and the manner in which the innocent daughter is teasing her dad without getting into the notice of her mom is well writer screen play by the young girl Tulasi
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The little girl has missed so much of parental love, especially her dad that she is now searching for that father’s love in uncle Santhosh who with an intention of making his real daughter realize how much he loves her daughter is fully involved in the act with Tulasi. Santhosh knows fully well that these girls at this age would really be ready to feel their papa's meat in their tender mouth sucking it like a chocolate and even drinking the milk of the long thick papa's dick that they secretly saw few times and silently admired
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If the plan given by Santhosh uncle goes well and papa gives up his drinking habit and invites mom and me into his embrace, then as a token of gratitude, i will ask uncle to join me and papa in making my both holes get drilled at the same time, thought the little pussy Tulasi
Let’s read more of that role play act
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Once we got home, we all got busy with our own chores. With Mom around, Dad couldn't really mess with me—except for the occasional surreptitious squeeze of my buttocks or a pinch on my waist when she wasn't looking. The urge to have Dad do things to me was growing intensely; I was struggling to contain it, often finding myself in a state of agitation in the bathroom. We were both waiting for an opportunity. While we didn't get any major chances, there were a few fleeting moments of intimacy. Let me tell you about one such instance.
I stopped wearing a bra and panties while at home. When Mom noticed and asked about it, I thought to myself, "He’s the one who told me not to wear them," but said coaxingly, "Oh Mom, it’s just at home, after all..."
"Even at home, you shouldn't..."
"I feel free this way."
"It wouldn't look right if someone saw you."
"Who would see? It’s just you and Dad here..."
"Oh, you're so stubborn. You've come of age, yet you won't listen... What would your dad think?"
"Dad is like a god, Mom... he wouldn't think anything of it..."
"Hmm... well, go ahead and walk around letting them bounce all over. If you have no shame, fine... you're not a little kid anymore..."
"Are they really that big, Mom?"
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"Ugh... get out of here. At least wear a long petticoat. Look at your thighs—they're so exposed... someone might see."
"It's just Dad... let him look..."
"You have no shame, and I have no sense. Besides, if your dad sees, he'll scold you."
"What about it, Dad? Would you scold me?"
"Oh, let it be; she's just a child... let her wear whatever she wants..."
"Yeah... a child... even if she walked around stark naked, she'd still look like a child to you," she snapped.
Hearing that, Dad chuckled softly to himself.
However, we didn't get another chance after that. I don't know about Dad, but deep down, I was burning with desire. I knew that restless, tingling sensation wouldn't go away until Dad did something about it. Whenever I handed him something, my breasts would feel heavy as he stared hungrily down the neckline of my top. He would measure that heaviness with his eyes alone. Hmm... what pleasure is there in just a gaze? It’s his hands that needed to be on my breasts.
One morning, Mom mixed some coffee and said, "Go give this to your dad..."
"Why don't you give it to him?"
"I have work to do..."
"You could give it after you finish..."
"Oh... it’ll take an hour for me to finish. Your dad can't wait that long. Just go and give it to him," Mom snapped.
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Thinking about being alone with Dad for an hour made my body feel heavy with desire; I picked up the coffee and went to his room. Dad was searching for something on the shelf. I pulled the door shut, walked over to him with a sway in my hips, leaned against him, and cleared my throat.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, as if asking, "What is it?"
"Coffee..." I said, placing the cup on the table.
Looking at it, he asked, "Is it hot?"
I let out a soft, breathy sigh—"It's... ho-o-ot"—letting my body brush against him even more.
As soon as I touched him, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, asking, "Just the coffee? Is anything else hot, too?"
"Oh... let go, Dad... Mom is right there in the kitchen..." I said, my voice trailing off suggestively.
“Oh! Is it in the kitchen?” he asked, fondling my buttocks.
“You haven’t put it on?”
“Uh-uh... I haven’t.”
“So, that means you’re ready to get it put on...”
“Hiss... Oh God... why are you squeezing like that?”
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“Should I squeeze even harder like i did in my dream?”
“Mmm... I’ll tell Mom...”
“What will you tell her?”
“That Dad is squeezing me...”
“Really! What will you say he squeezed? These... or these?”
“Hiss... Ahh...”
“Wow... you haven’t put this on either?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Why??”
“Ahh... uff... because you’re going to put it in anyway... ahh... do you have to squeeze so hard?”
“It would be a crime not to squeeze, seeing those curves of yours...”
“The front ones or the back ones??”
“Front and back... both...”
“Mmm... just the curves? Will you measure the depth too?”
“Mmm... shall I measure?”
“Oh my... if Mom finds out, she’ll yell...”
“She won’t find out if *you* don’t yell...”
“Oh God... you have no shame at all. You shouldn't maul your daughter like this, Dad... let go...”
“It feels good to knead a bit before fucking...”
“You shouldn't fuck your daughter, Dad...”
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“You call me Dad, yet here you are, pressing yourself all over me...”
“Mmm... well, you’re my dad, and I didn't want you to feel bad... hiss... and you aren't wearing anything underneath either...”
“Did you only just realize that?” “It just brushed against me... Oh my... it’s so hard... *hiss*...”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know... oh my... it’s huge...”
“Tell me...”
“Uff... Dad’s cock... oh... oh my...”
“*Hiss*...”
“Why did it get so hard, Dad?”
“Because you’re holding it, that’s why...”
“Does it get like that just because your daughter is holding it!?”
“I don’t even need to hold it. Just looking at you makes it rise up like that... *hiss*... squeeze it gently...”
“Oh... bad Daddy...”
“Why?”
“You say it rises up just looking at your daughter... *hiss*... look how it’s throbbing... are you really horny, Dad?”
“Oh my... don’t you feel it too?”
“Feel what?”
“That itch/urge...”
“*Hiss*... oh... I don’t feel anything. You’re the one getting me worked up... squeezing me like this... *hiss*... oh... Dad... don’t lift my frock... uff.”
“*Hiss*... what happened? Why are you crying out like that?”
“Oh... if you poke around with your fingers like that, of course I’ll cry out...”
“Oh! So what should I use instead? Uff... should I put *this* in? You’ve been squeezing it so hard...”
“Uff... oh my... does it always stand up like this?”
“Mm-hmm...”
“Does it rise only when you see your daughter? Or does it rise for anyone?”
“It rises up like that just for you. Tell me, do you want me to put it in?” “Uff... oh God... ah... oh my...”
“Tell me... should I put it in or not?”
“Hiss... put it in...”
“Where? In your mouth, or in your pussy?”
“Hiss... oh my...”
“Tell me...”
“It’s up to you, Daddy...”
“Then I’ll put it right into your pussy...”
“Oh my... uff...”
“You shouldn't say ‘oh my’ just yet; you should say that when it actually goes in...”
“When *what* goes in?”
“That thing you’re holding and squeezing right now... *that*...”
“Hiss... ah... uff... don't dig too deep inside, Daddy... uff...”
“So, shall I put it in?”
“Mmm... uff... are you going to put it in while standing like this? Hiss... you aren't even considering that I'm your daughter...”
“It’s precisely because you’re my daughter that I’m so aroused. Don't *you* want to take Daddy’s thing inside you?”
“Mmm... hiss...”
“Shall I put it in?”
“Hiss... Daddy... no...”
“Why not?”
“It feels like this just from your fingers. If *that* thing goes in... oh my...”
“Just let me put it in once; you’ll find out...” Saying this, he lay flat on his back on the bed, keeping his feet on the floor.
“Uff... nah... na... mm... don't,” I said, standing with my legs straddling his.
“You say ‘don’t,’ yet here you are, coming right onto me...”
“Oh, come on... you really got me all worked up...”
“Come here... come onto me like this...” he said, slowly caressing my thighs.
“Uff... don't stroke like that...” I said, moving a little closer to him.
“What happens if I stroke them?”
“If you stroke like that, it starts itching right between them.”
“Between them, you mean...?”
“Oh God... inside my pussy... ugh... I’m starting to use dirty words too...”
“It’s only fun when you use dirty words at a time like this...”
“Mm... mm...”
“Is it just ‘mm... mm...’, or are you actually going to take it inside?” “Oh... it might hurt, Dad...”
“That’s exactly why I’m telling you to lower yourself onto it...”
“Hiss...”
“Slowly spread your thighs...”
“Hmm... ahh...”
“Mmm... that’s it... gently press my cock against your pussy...”
“Sss... oh... it’s like an iron rod, Dad—your cock... ahh...”
“Ahh... it has to be like that to slide right in. Lower yourself onto it, my darling daughter...”
“Ahh... Dad... it’s not going in...”
“It won’t just slide in the first time. Push down a bit harder... ouch... hiss...”
“Mmm... hass... only a little bit went in, Dad...”
“Lift yourself up a little, then push down hard in one go... oh...”
“Mmm... Dad... it burns, oh god... it’s not going in... damn it...” Just as I lifted myself up again and was about to try lowering myself with determination, I heard my mother shout “Tulasi!” from the kitchen.
Along with that came the sound of her approaching footsteps. “Oh no... your mom...” Dad said in a panic. Instantly, I scrambled off him.
While we were both hurriedly adjusting our clothes, I said, “I can’t do it. You slide it in this time, Dad...” and Mom walked in at that very moment.
As soon as she entered, Mom asked, “What is it? What were you asking to be dropped off?”
“Oh... I need to pick up my blouses this evening; I was asking to be dropped off at the shop.”
“Mmm... well, she’s asking, so take her and drop her off.” “I won’t download it... I have work to do.”
“Oh, come on... when she’s asking so earnestly, what’s the harm in downloading it?”
“Exactly... he keeps teasing me when I ask him to download it... Please, Dad... you could just do it...”
“Well... if you don’t download it for her, who will?”
“Oh, alright... I’ll download it... I’ll find a time—maybe this evening or tomorrow—and get it done.”
“Oh, thank you, Dad!”
We tried a few times after that, but something or other always got in the way, and it never actually happened.
After that incident, I just couldn't control myself. There was a constant, tingling ache between my thighs. Back then, it had only gone in half an inch, yet even that little bit had left me craving more. If only he had pushed it in a little further! *Sigh*... now I truly understand what it means to have an insatiable, maddening itch. Dad, the one who stirred up this craving in me, does nothing but smile slyly. Whenever I want to make a move, Mom is always right there. Doesn't she know a father and daughter need some privacy? I’d feel annoyed at the thought, only to find myself smiling a moment later.
Mom noticed the way I was acting—all flustered and coy. Not realizing that this behavior was because of Dad, she actually asked him to start looking for marriage proposals for me. Dad glanced at me sideways. That was all it took—I felt wet between my thighs again. I stole a glance at the area between his thighs; I could tell he was fully aroused. Seeing that, I felt an urge to just grab and squeeze it hard right then and there. Oh god... Dad has completely corrupted me.
Sometimes, when I saw a bulge showing through his lungi, I’d say, "Don't walk around with it raised like that, Dad," while squeezing his cock right through the fabric. In response, he would pull me into the room, pin me against the wall, and grope me passionately. That only made the craving intensify; it certainly didn't make it go away.
One day, after dusk had fallen and we were alone on the terrace, I couldn't hold back and asked him, "When are you going to fuck me, Dad?" Pinching my lips, he said, "Just wait for the right moment, sweetheart... I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be sore."
"Hmm... you’re already mauling me whenever you get the chance! You just pull me aside and get it done whenever you feel like it," I moaned softly.
"That doesn't take long, daughter..." he said, lightly grazing my lip with his tongue.
I let out a soft moan. "Oh my... you moan so beautifully..." he said, pulling me close and gently biting my lip.
"Ouch..." I hissed, moving away slightly.
"Someone might see us," I said with a hint of feigned anger.
"But didn't people see us on the bus, at the *dhaba*, and at the wedding venue?" he asked, biting me again.
"Ouch... oh god... I held back there because everyone was around... Oh... Dad..."
"But you were the one who asked when I’d fuck you..."
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"So, fuck me then..."
"Here!?"
"Ugh... Dad... please..." I said, squeezing his cock through his *lungi*.
"Ugh... it’s not possible here, darling... I’ll plan it for another place..."
"Ouch... Dad... please..."
"What is it, sweetheart? Are you that desperate for it?"
“So, shall we get on with it? With you squeezing and teasing me like this... are you going to satisfy my craving or not?”
“That’s wrong... you shouldn't ask Dad like that...”
“It’s fine. You’re the one who stirred up this craving in me, aren't you?”
“Uff... is it okay to squeeze Dad like that?”
“It’s my dad’s cock; I can do what I want... Uff... Ah... it feels like a crowbar...”
“Uff... don't thrust too hard, I’m about to cum right here...”
“Then put it inside before I do...”
“Inside what??”
“Yeah... inside your daughter’s pussy...”
“And then??”
“Fuck me hard and satisfy my craving...”
“Uff... I can't fuck you right here, but shall I satisfy it another way?”
“How?”
“I’ll tell you... come on, let’s go over there...”
“Where?”
“Behind the water tank...”
“Mmm... will you satisfy my craving there?”
“I’ll satisfy it thoroughly...”
“Promise??”
“I swear on these two lips; let’s go...”
“Hiss... don't bite like that, Dad... what will I tell Mom if she asks?”
“Tell her Dad bit you.”
“Then both our cravings will be satisfied.”
Together, we went behind the water tank. Indeed, from there, there was no chance of being seen by anyone outside. I stood leaning against the wall.
“Mmm... tell me... what should we do?” Dad asked.
“Who knows... how would I know?” I said, while guiding his hands onto my breasts. He gave a gentle squeeze, hissing softly, "Hiss... ah..."
I moaned, "Mmm..." and whispered, "Do they feel good?" Squeezing harder, he asked, "What?"
"Your daughter's boobs..." I said with intense desire, pulling him onto me. As he fell over me, he instantly captured my lips and began sucking them hungrily.
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Santhosh has come to Vizag on vacation along with his hard working studious daughter a treat for securing first rank in the sch ool district. He wanted her to get some break and fresh breath of air and relief before embarking upon on next class which will start soon.
These days students hardly get any break between the years, ofcourse for easy going reckless students like his son, the entire year is a leisure. Its not the same case with his daughter who deserves more than just a break
When he brought Smith to Vizag, he wanted her to experience the soothing waves of the sea, trek the high mountains, feel the vibrance of tribal culture. As that journey was on track came her friend Tulasi in a sorrow state.
Whenever he sees Tulasi his body reacts in a strange way as she is slightly younger to his daughter and the girls of that age bring lot of innocence, cuteness, naughtiness to the table. The fact that she helped his daughter come over her menstrual issue made him treat Tulasi also as his daughter and make her also do well in studies, he wants the girls do only two things, one to study well and second be happy with parents. with this approach the girls will do well in their career and be independent and being happy with parents would take care of the age induced desires without getting into the trap of aimless boys. giving a kiss to papa is much better and safer than going to a movie with a boy
Now after hearing her sob story of her drunkard father beating her mother and even trying to hold Tulasi in appropriate manner made Santhosh to get soft corner on her and his plan to solve Tulasi’s family issue made Tulasi to come over her grief and she accepted her friend request to stay back for the night.
Now this role play of Tulasi and Santhosh has taken all the three to the pinnacle of happiness so much so all the three are actually feeling for it. Smitha is feeling and seeing how her dad is teasing his daughter. Tulasi is acting like his real daughter and seducing him to feel for her in front of his real daughter. And Santhosh is actually feeling Tulasi and imaging Smitha. The brilliant act of role play and the manner in which the innocent daughter is teasing her dad without getting into the notice of her mom is well writer screen play by the young girl Tulasi
The little girl has missed so much of parental love, especially her dad that she is now searching for that father’s love in uncle Santhosh who with an intention of making his real daughter realize how much he loves her daughter is fully involved in the act with Tulasi. Santhosh knows fully well that these girls at this age would really be ready to feel their papa's meat in their tender mouth sucking it like a chocolate and even drinking the milk of the long thick papa's dick that they secretly saw few times and silently admired
If the plan given by Santhosh uncle goes well and papa gives up his drinking habit and invites mom and me into his embrace, then as a token of gratitude, i will ask uncle to join me and papa in making my both holes get drilled at the same time, thought the little pussy Tulasi
Let’s read more of that role play act
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Once we got home, we all got busy with our own chores. With Mom around, Dad couldn't really mess with me—except for the occasional surreptitious squeeze of my buttocks or a pinch on my waist when she wasn't looking. The urge to have Dad do things to me was growing intensely; I was struggling to contain it, often finding myself in a state of agitation in the bathroom. We were both waiting for an opportunity. While we didn't get any major chances, there were a few fleeting moments of intimacy. Let me tell you about one such instance.
I stopped wearing a bra and panties while at home. When Mom noticed and asked about it, I thought to myself, "He’s the one who told me not to wear them," but said coaxingly, "Oh Mom, it’s just at home, after all..."
"Even at home, you shouldn't..."
"I feel free this way."
"It wouldn't look right if someone saw you."
"Who would see? It’s just you and Dad here..."
"Oh, you're so stubborn. You've come of age, yet you won't listen... What would your dad think?"
"Dad is like a god, Mom... he wouldn't think anything of it..."
"Hmm... well, go ahead and walk around letting them bounce all over. If you have no shame, fine... you're not a little kid anymore..."
"Are they really that big, Mom?"
"Ugh... get out of here. At least wear a long petticoat. Look at your thighs—they're so exposed... someone might see."
"It's just Dad... let him look..."
"You have no shame, and I have no sense. Besides, if your dad sees, he'll scold you."
"What about it, Dad? Would you scold me?"
"Oh, let it be; she's just a child... let her wear whatever she wants..."
"Yeah... a child... even if she walked around stark naked, she'd still look like a child to you," she snapped.
Hearing that, Dad chuckled softly to himself.
However, we didn't get another chance after that. I don't know about Dad, but deep down, I was burning with desire. I knew that restless, tingling sensation wouldn't go away until Dad did something about it. Whenever I handed him something, my breasts would feel heavy as he stared hungrily down the neckline of my top. He would measure that heaviness with his eyes alone. Hmm... what pleasure is there in just a gaze? It’s his hands that needed to be on my breasts.
One morning, Mom mixed some coffee and said, "Go give this to your dad..."
"Why don't you give it to him?"
"I have work to do..."
"You could give it after you finish..."
"Oh... it’ll take an hour for me to finish. Your dad can't wait that long. Just go and give it to him," Mom snapped.
Thinking about being alone with Dad for an hour made my body feel heavy with desire; I picked up the coffee and went to his room. Dad was searching for something on the shelf. I pulled the door shut, walked over to him with a sway in my hips, leaned against him, and cleared my throat.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, as if asking, "What is it?"
"Coffee..." I said, placing the cup on the table.
Looking at it, he asked, "Is it hot?"
I let out a soft, breathy sigh—"It's... ho-o-ot"—letting my body brush against him even more.
As soon as I touched him, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, asking, "Just the coffee? Is anything else hot, too?"
"Oh... let go, Dad... Mom is right there in the kitchen..." I said, my voice trailing off suggestively.
“Oh! Is it in the kitchen?” he asked, fondling my buttocks.
“You haven’t put it on?”
“Uh-uh... I haven’t.”
“So, that means you’re ready to get it put on...”
“Hiss... Oh God... why are you squeezing like that?”
“Should I squeeze even harder like i did in my dream?”
“Mmm... I’ll tell Mom...”
“What will you tell her?”
“That Dad is squeezing me...”
“Really! What will you say he squeezed? These... or these?”
“Hiss... Ahh...”
“Wow... you haven’t put this on either?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Why??”
“Ahh... uff... because you’re going to put it in anyway... ahh... do you have to squeeze so hard?”
“It would be a crime not to squeeze, seeing those curves of yours...”
“The front ones or the back ones??”
“Front and back... both...”
“Mmm... just the curves? Will you measure the depth too?”
“Mmm... shall I measure?”
“Oh my... if Mom finds out, she’ll yell...”
“She won’t find out if *you* don’t yell...”
“Oh God... you have no shame at all. You shouldn't maul your daughter like this, Dad... let go...”
“It feels good to knead a bit before fucking...”
“You shouldn't fuck your daughter, Dad...”
“You call me Dad, yet here you are, pressing yourself all over me...”
“Mmm... well, you’re my dad, and I didn't want you to feel bad... hiss... and you aren't wearing anything underneath either...”
“Did you only just realize that?” “It just brushed against me... Oh my... it’s so hard... *hiss*...”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know... oh my... it’s huge...”
“Tell me...”
“Uff... Dad’s cock... oh... oh my...”
“*Hiss*...”
“Why did it get so hard, Dad?”
“Because you’re holding it, that’s why...”
“Does it get like that just because your daughter is holding it!?”
“I don’t even need to hold it. Just looking at you makes it rise up like that... *hiss*... squeeze it gently...”
“Oh... bad Daddy...”
“Why?”
“You say it rises up just looking at your daughter... *hiss*... look how it’s throbbing... are you really horny, Dad?”
“Oh my... don’t you feel it too?”
“Feel what?”
“That itch/urge...”
“*Hiss*... oh... I don’t feel anything. You’re the one getting me worked up... squeezing me like this... *hiss*... oh... Dad... don’t lift my frock... uff.”
“*Hiss*... what happened? Why are you crying out like that?”
“Oh... if you poke around with your fingers like that, of course I’ll cry out...”
“Oh! So what should I use instead? Uff... should I put *this* in? You’ve been squeezing it so hard...”
“Uff... oh my... does it always stand up like this?”
“Mm-hmm...”
“Does it rise only when you see your daughter? Or does it rise for anyone?”
“It rises up like that just for you. Tell me, do you want me to put it in?” “Uff... oh God... ah... oh my...”
“Tell me... should I put it in or not?”
“Hiss... put it in...”
“Where? In your mouth, or in your pussy?”
“Hiss... oh my...”
“Tell me...”
“It’s up to you, Daddy...”
“Then I’ll put it right into your pussy...”
“Oh my... uff...”
“You shouldn't say ‘oh my’ just yet; you should say that when it actually goes in...”
“When *what* goes in?”
“That thing you’re holding and squeezing right now... *that*...”
“Hiss... ah... uff... don't dig too deep inside, Daddy... uff...”
“So, shall I put it in?”
“Mmm... uff... are you going to put it in while standing like this? Hiss... you aren't even considering that I'm your daughter...”
“It’s precisely because you’re my daughter that I’m so aroused. Don't *you* want to take Daddy’s thing inside you?”
“Mmm... hiss...”
“Shall I put it in?”
“Hiss... Daddy... no...”
“Why not?”
“It feels like this just from your fingers. If *that* thing goes in... oh my...”
“Just let me put it in once; you’ll find out...” Saying this, he lay flat on his back on the bed, keeping his feet on the floor.
“Uff... nah... na... mm... don't,” I said, standing with my legs straddling his.
“You say ‘don’t,’ yet here you are, coming right onto me...”
“Oh, come on... you really got me all worked up...”
“Come here... come onto me like this...” he said, slowly caressing my thighs.
“Uff... don't stroke like that...” I said, moving a little closer to him.
“What happens if I stroke them?”
“If you stroke like that, it starts itching right between them.”
“Between them, you mean...?”
“Oh God... inside my pussy... ugh... I’m starting to use dirty words too...”
“It’s only fun when you use dirty words at a time like this...”
“Mm... mm...”
“Is it just ‘mm... mm...’, or are you actually going to take it inside?” “Oh... it might hurt, Dad...”
“That’s exactly why I’m telling you to lower yourself onto it...”
“Hiss...”
“Slowly spread your thighs...”
“Hmm... ahh...”
“Mmm... that’s it... gently press my cock against your pussy...”
“Sss... oh... it’s like an iron rod, Dad—your cock... ahh...”
“Ahh... it has to be like that to slide right in. Lower yourself onto it, my darling daughter...”
“Ahh... Dad... it’s not going in...”
“It won’t just slide in the first time. Push down a bit harder... ouch... hiss...”
“Mmm... hass... only a little bit went in, Dad...”
“Lift yourself up a little, then push down hard in one go... oh...”
“Mmm... Dad... it burns, oh god... it’s not going in... damn it...” Just as I lifted myself up again and was about to try lowering myself with determination, I heard my mother shout “Tulasi!” from the kitchen.
Along with that came the sound of her approaching footsteps. “Oh no... your mom...” Dad said in a panic. Instantly, I scrambled off him.
While we were both hurriedly adjusting our clothes, I said, “I can’t do it. You slide it in this time, Dad...” and Mom walked in at that very moment.
As soon as she entered, Mom asked, “What is it? What were you asking to be dropped off?”
“Oh... I need to pick up my blouses this evening; I was asking to be dropped off at the shop.”
“Mmm... well, she’s asking, so take her and drop her off.” “I won’t download it... I have work to do.”
“Oh, come on... when she’s asking so earnestly, what’s the harm in downloading it?”
“Exactly... he keeps teasing me when I ask him to download it... Please, Dad... you could just do it...”
“Well... if you don’t download it for her, who will?”
“Oh, alright... I’ll download it... I’ll find a time—maybe this evening or tomorrow—and get it done.”
“Oh, thank you, Dad!”
We tried a few times after that, but something or other always got in the way, and it never actually happened.
After that incident, I just couldn't control myself. There was a constant, tingling ache between my thighs. Back then, it had only gone in half an inch, yet even that little bit had left me craving more. If only he had pushed it in a little further! *Sigh*... now I truly understand what it means to have an insatiable, maddening itch. Dad, the one who stirred up this craving in me, does nothing but smile slyly. Whenever I want to make a move, Mom is always right there. Doesn't she know a father and daughter need some privacy? I’d feel annoyed at the thought, only to find myself smiling a moment later.
Mom noticed the way I was acting—all flustered and coy. Not realizing that this behavior was because of Dad, she actually asked him to start looking for marriage proposals for me. Dad glanced at me sideways. That was all it took—I felt wet between my thighs again. I stole a glance at the area between his thighs; I could tell he was fully aroused. Seeing that, I felt an urge to just grab and squeeze it hard right then and there. Oh god... Dad has completely corrupted me.
Sometimes, when I saw a bulge showing through his lungi, I’d say, "Don't walk around with it raised like that, Dad," while squeezing his cock right through the fabric. In response, he would pull me into the room, pin me against the wall, and grope me passionately. That only made the craving intensify; it certainly didn't make it go away.
One day, after dusk had fallen and we were alone on the terrace, I couldn't hold back and asked him, "When are you going to fuck me, Dad?" Pinching my lips, he said, "Just wait for the right moment, sweetheart... I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be sore."
"Hmm... you’re already mauling me whenever you get the chance! You just pull me aside and get it done whenever you feel like it," I moaned softly.
"That doesn't take long, daughter..." he said, lightly grazing my lip with his tongue.
I let out a soft moan. "Oh my... you moan so beautifully..." he said, pulling me close and gently biting my lip.
"Ouch..." I hissed, moving away slightly.
"Someone might see us," I said with a hint of feigned anger.
"But didn't people see us on the bus, at the *dhaba*, and at the wedding venue?" he asked, biting me again.
"Ouch... oh god... I held back there because everyone was around... Oh... Dad..."
"But you were the one who asked when I’d fuck you..."
"So, fuck me then..."
"Here!?"
"Ugh... Dad... please..." I said, squeezing his cock through his *lungi*.
"Ugh... it’s not possible here, darling... I’ll plan it for another place..."
"Ouch... Dad... please..."
"What is it, sweetheart? Are you that desperate for it?"
“So, shall we get on with it? With you squeezing and teasing me like this... are you going to satisfy my craving or not?”
“That’s wrong... you shouldn't ask Dad like that...”
“It’s fine. You’re the one who stirred up this craving in me, aren't you?”
“Uff... is it okay to squeeze Dad like that?”
“It’s my dad’s cock; I can do what I want... Uff... Ah... it feels like a crowbar...”
“Uff... don't thrust too hard, I’m about to cum right here...”
“Then put it inside before I do...”
“Inside what??”
“Yeah... inside your daughter’s pussy...”
“And then??”
“Fuck me hard and satisfy my craving...”
“Uff... I can't fuck you right here, but shall I satisfy it another way?”
“How?”
“I’ll tell you... come on, let’s go over there...”
“Where?”
“Behind the water tank...”
“Mmm... will you satisfy my craving there?”
“I’ll satisfy it thoroughly...”
“Promise??”
“I swear on these two lips; let’s go...”
“Hiss... don't bite like that, Dad... what will I tell Mom if she asks?”
“Tell her Dad bit you.”
“Then both our cravings will be satisfied.”
Together, we went behind the water tank. Indeed, from there, there was no chance of being seen by anyone outside. I stood leaning against the wall.
“Mmm... tell me... what should we do?” Dad asked.
“Who knows... how would I know?” I said, while guiding his hands onto my breasts. He gave a gentle squeeze, hissing softly, "Hiss... ah..."
I moaned, "Mmm..." and whispered, "Do they feel good?" Squeezing harder, he asked, "What?"
"Your daughter's boobs..." I said with intense desire, pulling him onto me. As he fell over me, he instantly captured my lips and began sucking them hungrily.
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