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Sweetie

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Manju

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Manju, Akki, Priya, Meera, Sweetie. Pinkie....

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Akki, too, clung tightly to her father; as she fully bent her left leg, her frock rode up completely to her waist. With her pink panties now visible not only to Abhi but to Arvind as well, Arvind intensified his pace. Slipping his hand between her legs, he began to caress her inner thighs, eliciting a soft, languid moan from her. Her father had never done anything like this before; yet, for some reason, Akki found herself unable to object to his actions—in fact, she was savoring this newfound sensation. It felt as though there was a certain magic within her father's rough, warm palm.
Just then, Mom (Malavika) called Dad... and he put the call on speakerphone.

After exchanging pleasantries, she spoke to the children once more, reminding them not to pester their father and to do exactly as he said. "Okay, Mummy!" they both replied, blowing kisses into the phone.

"What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing much... just chatting with the kids. Since you're not here, after all."

"It’ll take another week before I can come back. Mom isn't doing well at all right now. You'll have to manage everything yourselves in the meantime."

"Malvika, don't you worry about a thing. Everything is going to turn out just fine."

"I know. Today is an auspicious day... the timing is perfect."

"That's exactly why I started today."

"Super! It makes me feel so sad that I can't be there with you at a time like this."

"Malvika, this isn't something that’s going to be finished in just a week or ten days. Once you get back, you'll have to put in the hard work too."

"Arvind... we're working hard for our own sake, aren't we? Of course I'll work hard. If there's a reward waiting for us at the end, I'd stay focused on that task without even sleeping!"

"That's the spirit, Malvika. Alright then... just make sure to call every now and then to talk to the kids. The little one is really missing you."

"Do I even need to be told that? Kids... don't pester your father, and do exactly as he says. Abhi, I'll be back very soon, okay? Good night!"

"Okay, Mummy... Good night!"

"Good night, Mummy!"

Setting his phone aside, he pulled both the kids back onto his lap and, just as before, said, "Did you hear that, kids? Mom has spoken..." Akki, clinging tightly to her father, replied, "Oh, Dad... Mom is just being fussy. Have we *ever* disobeyed you? We used to be afraid of you, sure, but we never once defied your word—and now, even that fear is gone, isn't it?" Hearing this, he thought to himself, *This is different... you just don't understand. Oh well... just keep holding onto those positive thoughts.*

A couple of minutes later, the mood shifted once again.



This time, he slid his right hand between Akki's legs; as his fingers began to dance across her panties, she felt a sudden jolt—a shock of sensation. She instinctively lurched forward, practically leaping onto her father's lap. As she sprang forward, the knot of his *lungi* came undone. Revealed before their eyes was a dark, massive cock—resembling a thick acacia log—measuring ten inches in length and three inches in girth. It wasn't just their father's cock they were seeing; in fact, they had never laid eyes on *any* man's cock before in their lives. Abhi, too—and Akki as well—had just caught a glimpse of it: the thick, dense black hair growing in a bushy patch around their father's cock. It looked sticky—glistening slightly, damp with a touch of sweat. And right at the tip of that dangling member, the glans—the "head"—looked beautifully red and ripe, like a crimson-hued monkey's face.

Suddenly, both children—each resting their head on one side of their father's chest—seemed to look a little frightened. Arvind hugged them both tightly and reassured them, "Children, don't be alarmed... this is just how grown men are. Hey Abhi, your 'pencil' will turn out just like this too once you reach my age." As he spoke, he slid his left hand down past Abhi's belly and into his shorts. Abhi shifted forward slightly, adjusting his position to give his father better access. Meanwhile, with his right hand, Arvind placed his palm over Akki's mound and began to rub it—right over her panties. He could feel the heat radiating through the fabric. As his fingers moved between her thighs, Akki let out a soft moan; as a wave of ecstasy washed over her, she instinctively bit down—using just the tips of her teeth—on her father's chest nipple, which was right there close to her mouth. *Uffff...* As the blood surged and coursed through every vein in his body, at that very same moment—on the other side—Abhi was also generating heat by circling his tongue around the nipple on the other side of his father's chest.

As Abhi's little "pencil" was being kneaded and stroked in Arvind's left hand, the boy let out soft moans—"Ahhhhh... Daddy... Mmmm... what are you doing? Aaaah..."—thrashing and arching his body in waves of sensation.

Watching her brother and her father in such a state, a burning heat began to rise deep within Akki's own pussy. I never in a million years imagined Dad would do something like this. She placed her hand on Dad's stomach and rubbed it gently; lifting her leg high, she gazed at him with a look of pure intoxication. Paying no heed to the drool trickling from her mouth—which was now dampening Dad's chest—she raised her other arm and pressed her smooth armpit against his face. This time, he licked her armpit like a dog, thrusting his entire tongue out to savor it. Meanwhile, she let her other hand slide down from Dad's stomach—only to find that her brother's hand was already there. Both their hands were in the exact same spot, driven by a shared yearning to reach Dad's manhood; glancing at one another, they exchanged sly, knowing smiles.

Arvind slowed his pace inside Akki's panties, sensing he was on the verge of climaxing—and that wasn't his intention just yet—so he eased up. On the other hand, he increased the intensity elsewhere: bunching up Akki's panties into a tight wad, he pulled them back taut and let them snap forward; the resulting "spring action" sent a sharp, stinging sensation through her pussy. Reacting with a playful, feigned anger at Dad's actions, she sank her teeth firmly into his nipple; in return, he bit down just as hard on her armpit and shoulder.

He repeated this maneuver with her panties two more times. By the third time, the fabric had bunched up so tightly that it could no longer fully cover her "flower" (her pussy); seizing this opportunity, he stroked his fingers over her mound. Yet, no matter how much he stimulated her, her mound only grew hot—there was still no sign of wetness. Had this been Malvika, she would have been practically flooding by now.



Akki gave a sudden start and gasped out, "Ahhh... Ufff... Dad... this feels so strange... Mmmm... Hmmm... Aaaah..."—uttering these breathless sounds of struggle and ecstasy. As he lay there, Arvind noticed that his son's "pencil" had gone rigid again after seeing his sister's mound. Slowly, he pulled down the boy's shorts and began stroking his three-inch member. Akki felt as though she were in heaven; her father's actions—her own hand landing on his cock, and her brother's hand landing on his balls—all seemed to happen simultaneously. This time, it was Arvind's turn to be overwhelmed with ecstasy.

With one hand, he stroked his daughter's mound; with the other, he stroked his son's member. From either side, the two children licked, sucked, and nibbled at their father's nipples, pounding his chest with their fists while playing with his cock; lost in the intoxicating pleasure delivered by their father's touch, they drifted into a blissful trance.



Within moments, Abhi was nearing his climax. "Da... ddy... Mmmm... Faster... Ahhh... I feel like I'm going to burst... Ammmm... Ummm... Ahhh... Ah... Ah... Oooh... Oooh... Hmmm... More... Faster!" he cried out, his body arching and thrusting against his father's lap. Arvind, too, held the boy's head—which rested against his chest—firmly against him with his right arm.

Akki, witnessing the pleasure her brother was experiencing, became utterly entranced by the touch of her father's hand; she gripped the base of his cock tightly and began to squeeze it.

Abhi reached his climax... Screaming loudly, he suddenly retched violently; his fluids spewed out in a thin, splashing stream, landing right on his sister's face as she stood opposite him. As he collapsed onto his father's chest, drenched in sweat, Akki scowled in frustration and began to wail: "Hum, hum, hum... Look, Dad! Look how Brother has ruined my face... I can't even see anything anymore!"

Meanwhile, Arvind—while teasing her clitoris with his fingers—licked the traces of his son's cum off her face with his tongue, sucking and lapping at it until Akki's face was completely clean.
Abhi stares at his father in utter astonishment.

As Arvind thoroughly licks Akki's face—using his tongue to sweep up the fluids clinging to her lips—Akki, intoxicated by the scent of the cum, inadvertently brushes her tongue against her father's lips. Feeling a sticky wetness, she draws it into her mouth. It tastes salty... warm... a truly unique flavor. Arvind—a gym trainer by profession—winks at her and says, "Hey, Akki... this is a protein shake! It gives you strength. Does it taste good?" Blushing deeply, she nods and murmurs, "Mmm." Then, casting a shy glance at her brother, she adds, "Thanks, Anna."

Not only has his sister's anger completely dissipated, but he is also delighted to see that she actually enjoyed the taste of his cum.

"Akki... there's still a little bit left on the head of my cock," he says. She looks shyly toward her father, seeking permission, and he responds, "It's alright, go ahead and take it."

Receiving the "green signal" from his father, Abhi—blushing all the while—stands up and positions his cock near his sister's mouth. As she reaches out with her fingers to gather the droplets clinging to the tip of his cock, their father intervenes: "Akki... if you pick it up with your fingers like that, some of it will go to waste. Just lick it up directly with your tongue." Hearing this, Akki feels as though she’s been struck by lightning; wearing an expression mixed with both fear and embarrassment, she simply shakes her head and mutters, "Uh-uh."

"Alright, never mind... looks like she's scared," their father says. "Akki, go ahead and do it the way you intended—use your fingers this time." Relieved, she agrees and, blushing once again, proceeds to gather the droplets from the tip of her brother's cock. As she daintily picked it up with her fingertips—gazing at her brother with a sexy, seductive allure—and placed the finger into her mouth to suck on it, Arvind noticed movement stirring once again in his member. In a way, this was a welcome development.

Meanwhile, increasing the pace of his ministrations over Akki's pussy—rubbing only the surface without inserting his fingers inside, occasionally teasing her clitoris, and gently tapping the mound with his palm—he tried to coax her juices to flow; yet, the fact that everything down there remained stubbornly dry left him feeling somewhat discouraged. Her mound had certainly heated up—indeed, her entire body was flushed with heat—but there was no moisture appearing inside her pussy; the juices simply weren't secreting. By now, there should have been at least two or three drops of white fluid. *Perhaps if I were to thrust a finger inside?* "Oh my... not right now," Arvind thinks to himself.

But Akki is reveling in the pleasure—a fact that brings him some relief. Her screams and moans make the entire house reverberate.

"Mmmm... Nah... daaadddyyyy... Umm... I feel... so strange... Ahhh... I've never... experienced pleasure like this before... Ahhh... Please... I feel like I'm going to lose it... Umm... daahhhddyyyy... Please... Ple... ase... do something! Ahhh... Please... don't tease me like this... Ahhh...
Oh God... what is this pleasure? Umm... My pussy... is throbbing with numbness, daaaadddyyyy... Ahhh... Faster... go faster!"

*Thap-thap! Dhad-dhad!*

As he makes these sounds, slapping her mound with the flat of his hand, she bites into his shoulder and rakes her fingernails across his chest while screaming. Although Arvind feels an urge to silence her—to clamp a hand over her mouth—he decides against it. His true intention is to let her get as wild as she wants; the longer she revels in the pleasure, the better. So, he continues to incite her with his words: "Akki... do you want this every day? Do you want to play with your 'Papa's' cock? Please... every day? As soon as I get back from the gym... with your Papa... with this massive shaft... Ahmm... Look at your Papa's cock... it's practically radiating heat! Mmm... It doesn't hurt you, does it?" As he speaks, he gently nibbles on her earlobe.

The donkey cock she had been kneading in her hands finally rises to its full, rigid erection.

 

Watching the two of them like that, Abhi feels a fresh surge of itchiness deep within her own loins. It started

Akki peak comes to the stage and shouts loudly.. "Dad... No, no... No... But... Just one... Current shock... Ahhhhhhh... Sparks inside my pussy... Mmmmmmm... Mom... Uffff... Don't make me cry... Do something... Ahhhhhhh... Please... You... Bad boy .. you… are... Ummmmmmmmm... Please... Do something... You... Tell me... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... Aaa aa aa aaa .. Ahhhhhh ahhhh .. ahhhh ... aa .. ahhhhhh .. uffffff ffffff ffffff "Pfffft... pfffft... pfffft..." —uttering these sounds, she sprang up from her father's lap, placed her hand firmly over his, pressed down hard, and then—letting out a loud scream—she collapsed.

Laying his now-unconscious daughter down on the sofa, her father called his son over and issued an order: place your cock inside her mouth. The father's eyes were burning crimson, glowing like fiery orbs. Lacking the courage to even look at his father, Abhi stood before the sofa and shoved his limp member deep into his sister's mouth. Unconsciously, Abhi began to sway back and forth, thrusting rhythmically. The member, now resting inside Akki's mouth—she was in no state to notice the drool trickling from her lips, nor the fact that her brother's cock was moving inside her. Her heart was pounding furiously; her entire body was drenched in sweat. Meanwhile, Arvind sat at her feet, lifting her gown up to her waist to expose her pussy, allowing the air to caress her flesh.

Arvind sat at her feet, lifting her gown up to her waist to let air circulate around her pussy; resting her legs upon his thighs, he began to massage them gently.

Gradually, her strength returned; her breathing stabilized, the sweating subsided, and her body cooled down. Slowly, Akki began to regain full consciousness.

Between the playful antics of her brother's cock inside her mouth and the ministrations her father was performing, Akki woke up completely. Although her brother's cock tasted quite good, she was puzzled as to why her father was massaging her legs. She abruptly sat up and, in a weak voice, said, "Oh, Dad... what is this? You shouldn't be touching my feet like this." Embracing his daughter, he asked, "How do you feel now? Is it over? Forgive me... you didn't feel any pain, did you, Akki?"

Wiping the tears from her father's eyes, she replied innocently, "Oh, Dad... it wasn't 'over.' It hurt a little at first, but later on, it actually felt really good. Will you do this every day, Dad? Mom isn't here, after all... Please? I really like this game."

"Akki," he said, "you can play this game all by yourself, too. But if you really want to play it with me, I'll play with you every day."

Pouting playfully, she insisted, "Hmm... hmm... hmm... *You* have to be the one to play with me... that's the only way it feels good!"




Pulling his son into the embrace as well, Arvind said, "Children... for us adults, these kinds of games are quite normal. For you, however, they are new. You remember playing 'Mommy and Daddy' games when you were little, right? This is just like that game—except it yields the right results only when it's played in the proper way. Otherwise..." "It could backfire and result in a total loss... that is why I need your feedback. Based on what you tell me, I can plan what to do in the next session," he says.


Even though they didn't understand a single word of their father's speech—and despite not knowing why he was suddenly acting this way—they simply nodded in agreement.


Arvind hands Akki the juice he took from the fridge.


Spotting some colostrum milk in the fridge, he asks Abhi, "Hey, where did this colostrum milk come from?"


Abhi replies, "Dad, the auntie living across the street gave it to us. She said her buffalo just gave birth."


Arvind was puzzled; wondering where on earth one would find buffaloes in this area, he turns to Akki for an explanation.

 


"Dad," Akki explains, "Appu *Akka*—the girl living across the street—gave birth today. Her mother bought some colostrum milk from a shop and shared a little with us. Abhi here didn't know what *Junnu* (colostrum pudding) was; when he asked me, 'What is *Junnu*, Akka?' I told him that *colostrum milk* refers to the very first milk produced when a buffalo gives birth. That’s why he got confused."




Now Arvind understood. Pulling Abhi close, he says, "Hey Abhi... you drank Mom's milk when you were a baby, didn't you? Back then, Mom's milk tasted just as delicious as this colostrum milk."


With a puzzled look on his face, Abhi replies, "I don't know, Dad—I don't remember. But if you say so, then I guess it must be true."


After resting for a little while, Arvind gets up to start cooking.


Akki also pitches in to help her father, and together they prepare the meal.


As they sat eating their dinner, chatting away... Malvika calls.

He turns on the speakerphone.

After exchanging pleasantries...

"What's for dinner, Akki?"

"Drumstick curry."

"Wow... Dad really loves that."

"Yes, Mummy... that's exactly why I made it."

"Wait—*you* made it?"

"Yes, Mummy... I made it while Dad stood right there and guided me."

"Honey, at this rate, you could just spend the rest of your life with your daughter and wouldn't need me at all!"

Putting the call on mute, he whispered, "Did you see that, Akki? Look how jealous Mom is!"—then, unmuting the line...

"Malvika, how could life possibly go on without a wife?"

"Oh, please... you've got her now, don't you? From now on, just have *her* do everything for you."




"Oh, come on... cut the nonsense! How could she possibly do *everything*? There are some things only *you* can do. Anyway... Abhi wants to talk to you."

"Mom... have you eaten?"

"My dear... my precious one... you are the only one who actually asked if your mother had eaten or not."

"Mom... take care. How is Grandma doing?"

"She's doing just fine, dear... *you* take care."

"I will, Mom."

"Hey, Akki... you're terrified of the 'Boogeyman' as it is... don't sleep alone at night. Sleep next to your dad."

"Okay, Mummy."

"Mom... I want to sleep next to Dad, too!"

"What's the matter with *you*? She's a little girl, so she gets scared... but what's *your* excuse?"

"Well... sleeping all alone... without you there..."

"Alright then... go sleep next to your dad. But don't wet the bed! Your dad gets really annoyed by things like that. *I'm* the only one who puts up with you."

"Malvika... he's my son, isn't he? Why would I get annoyed? Both the kids can sleep right next to me. Okay?"

"If you're okay with it, then I'm okay with it... but just don't scare them off... be careful."



Arvind knew exactly what his wife meant by that.




"Alright, dear... you can hang up now."




"Honey... I need to talk to you. Call me after you've had dinner. And kids—good night! Don't pester your dad; just go to sleep."




"Okay, Mommy... *tch, tch, tch*."




"Okay, Mommy... *tch, tch, tch*."




After hanging up the phone and finishing his dinner, he stepped out onto the balcony to call his wife.




Meanwhile, Akki tidied up the kitchen, straightened up the entire house, locked all the rooms, changed her outfit, and entered her father's bedroom.




Once his call with his wife was over, Arvind walked into the bedroom. He was stunned when he saw Akki sitting there. She had taken off the floral gown she was wearing earlier and put on something else—an outfit that was incredibly thin and short. It was so short, in fact, that when she stood up, it didn't even cover her thighs; and sitting down, her panties were clearly visible. Furthermore, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, leaving her bare breasts clearly exposed.

He sighed once, opened the pillbox kept in the drawer, handed tablets to Akki and Abhi, and told them to take them. When they asked, "Why, Dad?" he replied, "For strength. Look how thin you both are! From now on, you must take this tablet every day—the doctor said so." They nodded in agreement.

Sitting on the bed, he leaned back against the headboard and stretched his legs out wide. As the children sat down on either side of him, their reflections became visible in the mirror situated in the corner of the room. Turning toward Akki, he asked:

"When did you buy this dress?"



"Mom bought it last week. She said, 'It will look good on you; wear it.'"

"Is that so? Mom picked it out?"

"Why? ... Doesn't it look nice, Dad?"

"It looks fine... except... you haven't worn a bra underneath."

"Dad... don't you know? I don't wear a bra. I can't find a bra in my size anywhere in the market."

In those words lay pain... in those words lay anguish... in those words lay sorrow.



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Mommy malvika daddy arvind pencil boy abhi baby doll akki ufffff
Mommy malvika dare and tease daddy arvind "just don't scare them off be careful" and he knew what she meant
Daddy tasted his thin watery drops from his sisters face and they both tasted his matured manly dahi from the donkey cock
The narration is getting more hot with each episodes

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-52-

Arvind understood the meaning behind his daughter's words. That is why he lifted her up, sat her on his lap—positioning her so she faced him—and, while wiping away her tears, held her in a tight embrace; he, too, was visibly distressed. Abhi, trying to console his father, said, "It's alright, Dad... please don't be upset." After a minute passed, he looked at Akki and said, "Don't feel bad, dear. I asked without thinking. Bras in your size aren't available in the market; the smallest size you can find is usually an 'A' cup. Yours are still quite tiny—like unripe mangoes. Couldn't you just have some stitched out of cloth?" At this, she playfully gave her father a light tap on the head and replied, 

"Dad! When I say I'm not wearing a bra, it doesn't mean I'm not wearing *anything* underneath. I *do* wear the ones stitched from cloth. It's just that right now, I’ve washed them all and put them out to dry, so I couldn't wear one today."



Seeing the smile return to his daughter's face, he felt a sense of relief. "Besides," he added, "why bother wearing one when you're at home? It feels much nicer to just be free and comfortable." Abhi immediately chimed in, "Apparently, Mom's bra sizes aren't available in the market either!" Arvind and Akki were stunned by this remark. Arvind looked at him suspiciously and asked, "How on earth do *you* know that?" Abhi replied, "Mom told me herself! 

One day, I accidentally walked in on Mummy while she was changing her clothes right in front of me. She was putting on her blouse without wearing a bra underneath. Later, I asked her why she wasn't wearing one. Mom’s reply was, 'Oh, Abhi beta... I just can't find any sizes that fit me in the market!'"

At those words, Akki... Intending to tease him, she remarked, "I mean, Mom's breasts are small just like mine, aren't they, Abhi?"

Abhi playing along, retorted, "They're even smaller than your! Besides, girls and guys all over our college are absolutely stunned by *your* size!"

Annoyed by this, she abruptly grabbed her brother's head, hiked her gown all the way up, pulled his head against her breasts, and then yanked the gown back down. Trapped inside her gown, with her breasts and nipples pressing against his face, he began to lick her nipple with his tongue and gave it a gentle nip. She responded by giving him a sharp rap on the crown of his head, exclaiming, "Get up, you rascal!" as she pulled his head free from her gown.

Watching all of this, Arvind was completely dumbfounded; the playful antics between the brother and sister sent a surge of excitement through his cock. The moment the brother had remarked that their mother didn't have a bra size large enough to fit her breasts, an intense itch of lust had begun to throb in his groin.

Taking Abhi's hand and giving it a squeeze, he asked:

"Abhi... have you ever seen Mom's breasts?" Akki noticed a stirring in her father's cock—which was currently being rubbed against by her buttocks—at the sound of those words.

Abhi, too, spread his legs wide and said, "Dad... from now on, I want to wear a *lungi* too. I’ve grown up now, haven't I? In these shorts, I look just like a little kid." Arvind replied, "Alright then... go take one of my *lungis* from the shelf and put it on. A *lungi* feels very comfortable. Just look at this one here..." he added, gesturing toward Akki, "look how she’s sitting there with everything exposed!" Provoked by this remark, Akki suddenly bounced up and sat right down on her father's cock. "Ouch!" he cried out, "Gently now!"

Just then, his son walked in—now clad in a *lungi*—and sat down beside him, spreading his legs wide just like his father.

"Tell me now..." Arvind asked, placing a hand on his son's thigh, "did you see your mother's?"

"I saw them once by accident, Dad..."

"They're quite big, aren't they?"



"Yes, Dad..."

"Didn't you feel like touching them?"

"But that would be wrong, Dad... you're not supposed to touch your mother's."

"Then is it okay to touch your father's?"

"I only touched yours because *you* provoked me into doing it."

"And if your mother were to provoke you like that... would you touch hers then?" At those words, his pencil began to move.

Arvind placed his hand right over his lungi, gripping and pressing it firmly, while simultaneously planting kisses on the cheeks of his daughter who sat facing him.

"Tell me... would you touch them? Mom's," Dad asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Maybe..."

"Give me a straight answer."

"I'll touch them... if Mom likes it."

"Super! Hey, Akki—you tell me... Mom's are nice, aren't they?" he asked.

Blushing deeply, she replied, "Dad... saying that Mom's are big... is just like saying that the sun rises in the east—they're one and the same!"


Arvind reached inside his lungi, pulled back the cock that was tucked beneath his buttocks, freed it from the fabric, and—thrusting it against the panties of the girl sitting opposite him with her legs spread wide—he pulled her close. Biting gently at her earlobes, he murmured in a husky, intoxicated tone, "Akki... even if yours aren't quite as big as Mom's, wouldn't it be nice if they were a bit larger?" 

Watching as Dad's cock pressed against her panties, Abhi—who was sitting nearby—pulled his own "pencil" out from his lungi, took his sister's hand, and placed it right on top of it. Caressing her brother's "pencil"—which felt warm and slender beneath her touch—she responded to Dad's earlier question: "Dad... isn't that what every girl wants? To have big breasts?"



He gently kneaded her lips with his fingers, giving them a playful tweak as he said, "Well then... from now on, just do exactly as Dad tells you. Within a year, they'll double in size." Overjoyed by his words, she gave her brother's "pencil" a tight squeeze.

"Alright, Dad... whatever you say," she replied. Shifting her weight onto her feet, she lifted herself up slightly and pulled her panties to the side—not taking them off completely, but just enough to expose her pubic mound.

She noticed a few droplets glistening on the head of Dad's cock; as those droplets brushed against her mound, they stretched into thin, viscous strands that clung to her pussy.

"What's this, Dad? Did you already finish?" she asked, glancing down at his cock. He chuckled and replied, "I don't finish in under half an hour—that's just pre-cum." At his words, Akki gave Abhi's "pencil" another hard squeeze, causing him to yelp, "Ouch!"—at which point he stood up abruptly, looking rather annoyed. He presses his erect member against his sister's cheeks.

Arvind cups his son’s dangling testicles in his hand, gently grazing them with his fingernails. He brings his face close to the cock situated between himself and his daughter; extending his tongue, he touches the side of his son's shaft. At that very moment, Akki also begins licking the cock from the other side. As the two tongues touched his erect member simultaneously, Abhi felt a jolt like a thousand-volt electric shock. 

Having his father lick his cock—it was a completely new sensation. And seeing his sister, this time, willingly touch his cock with her tongue... *Ufff*... unable to hold back, he suddenly ejaculates. Arvind had never imagined his son Abhi would climax so quickly—especially considering he had just ejaculated barely two hours earlier!




The moment a stream of fluid surged out of his cock, Arvind swiftly pulled the entire shaft deep into his mouth, sucking and slurping up the fluids his son was releasing. Abhi gripped his father's head tightly, his body trembling as he moaned, "Ahhh... Daaad... it's coming... Mmmm... Ufff... Ahhh... Hmmm..." With a final groan, he emptied his load entirely into his father's mouth, then went limp and collapsed onto the bed.

Desiring to taste the fluids her brother had released into their father's mouth, Akki pounced on Arvind; pressing her mouth against his, she sucked and slurped up the mixture of her brother's semen and her father's saliva—a deep, wet kiss. Arvind, willingly yielding to her, allowed the cock that had been inside his mouth... He releases his fluids right into his daughter's mouth.

Arvind knows this much: once a woman gets a taste for a man's cum, she is ready to go to any lengths to get more.

After planting hot, passionate kisses on her father and thoroughly draining her brother's cock of its fluids, she swallows it all down in one gulp; then, looking at her brother with deep satisfaction, she says, "Thanks, brother."

As Arvind uses his fingers to wipe the traces of cum from his daughter's lips, he asks, "Dear... do you want more?"—at which point, Akki casts a peculiar glance down at her father's cock.

"Not mine... look at your brother's. I'll make him cum again," he says—leaving both the sister and her brother completely stunned.

"How, Dad?" asks Akki.

"Like this..." he says, lifting his son and seating him on his lap. He presses the boy's back against his own chest. Both their lungis have come undone. Akki, sitting opposite them, watches with keen interest, wondering what her father is about to say—and observing how he is holding both his own and her brother's cocks together, kneading them gently.

Arvind begins:

Holding both his son's cock and his own together, and simultaneously rubbing the boy's nipple, he asks, "Abhi... tell me... last month... you came into parents room, didn't you? Sneakily... you stood by the door and watched, didn't you?"

At those words, Abhi is stunned. *When did Dad see me? Mom didn't even notice...*

"Tell me... why are you silent?" he urges, as he continues to stroke both their cocks together.

"Dad... I heard a sound coming from your room."

"What kind of sound?"

"Mom crying."

"Why would Mom be crying?"

"I don't know, Dad... how would I know? That's exactly why I came near your room—to find out."

"Akki... did you hear Mom crying?"

"No, Dad..."

"Then why did *he* hear it? You two sleep in the same bed, don't you?" "Dad... you really were hitting Mom... that's why she was crying... I heard it."

"Hey, tell me exactly what happened... what you actually saw."

"I came up to your room and peeked through the keyhole in the door... the main light was on... Mom was bent over on the floor, resting on her elbows... and you were hitting her from behind."

"With my hand?"

"No... with your... big... thick... cock."

"With *this* cock?"

"Yeah... with *this* very cock."



"Then why would Mom be crying?" "You were trying to shove your thick cock into Mom's hole—pinning her down to do it. Mom wouldn't let you; she was crying, pleading, 'Please Arvind don't... it hurts! Yours is huge... it won't fit in my back door!'"

"Tell me what else she said."




"In response to Mom's words, you grabbed her by the hair and yanked it, asking, 'Are you scared just because mine is a thick cock? Well then... your son's is small, isn't it? Will you let *him* put it in you?' When you asked that, Mom turned around. At that moment, I saw the pain vanish from her eyes, replaced by a look of pure pleasure. When Mom said, 'Even just one minute with my son's strength would be enough... I'd let him fuck me with total satisfaction,' I felt nothing but disgust for her at first. I retreated to my room, lay down, and wept. Half an hour later, hearing my crying, Mom came into my room.

She lay down beside me and wrapped me in a warm embrace. My anger melted away. Then I realized Mom wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. I was instantly shocked. In the darkness, Mom's hand found my cock. 'Son... your father fucks me so roughly. Yours is so gentle and slender... will you fuck me, my darling?' Mom asked, weeping again. I was completely melted by her sorrow. Mom took my cock into her mouth. It felt incredible... she was sucking it... it felt so blissful. After dissolving in the warmth of her mouth for a minute, I suddenly erupted, cumming right inside her mouth. I will never, ever forget the pleasure I felt in that moment," he recounted, groaning as he spoke.


 

He then signaled to Akki; like a cat, she leaned forward, knelt down before the two cocks, and opened her mouth wide. Arvind sped up his thrusting. He stroked them vigorously, pressing the two cocks together... and just like that—letting out a loud shout—Abhi ejaculated a veritable potful of cum right into Akki's mouth. Arvind, however, did not release yet; while his cock danced across Akki's face, she completely slurped up Abhi's fluids, then rose up to give some to Dad and some to Brother, planting kisses on both of them simultaneously.

Just as he had intended, Dad managed to make his son cum—for the third time within a span of two hours, and the second time within just ten minutes.

Pulling his son close and planting a kiss on his forehead, he said, "Abhi... if you blow your load in just a minute like this, Mom is going to get angry. I go at Mom for a minimum of half an hour. You need to build up your stamina. I'll show you how to do that—not at the gym, but right here at home."

Just then, Malavika called again.

"Have the kids gone to sleep yet?"

"Not a chance... the little one is really missing you."

"Hey, Abhi... don't be sad. Grandma isn't feeling well right now, remember? I'll be back very soon—even if it's just to bring you your chocolate!"

"Okay, Mummy."

"Until then... listen to what Dad says."

"Mom... I really want to drink your 'milk'... just like when I was little... come back soon!"

Everyone was stunned by that remark.

"What kind of talk is that? Drinking 'milk' at this age? That’s inappropriate, son; you shouldn't speak like that."

"Dad told me that your 'milk' tasted really good when I was a baby."

(Angrily) "Abhi, Is *this* what you’re teaching the kids?"

"Hey! I said one thing, and he interpreted it completely differently. Just drop the subject now."

"How did this topic even come up in the first place?"

"Aparna, our neighbor across the street, just gave birth. The topic came up during that conversation. Anyway, enough about him... but what’s with you buying such ridiculously short nightgowns for Akki? If she sits down, it looks like the post office is open for business!"



"Oh, come on... She only wears them when she is at home! My friend’s daughter, apparently, doesn't wear *any* clothes at night."

"Are there no men in their house?"

"Of course there are! Her father lives there. But apparently, the girl just doesn't wear clothes when she’s in her room."

"Well, does the room at least have a door?"

"Oh, please! How could a room *not* have a door? It’s just that the girl likes being that way. Apparently, her father caught her walking naked once."

"Good heavens! And he didn't say anything?"

"What could he say? He just covered his eyes—and his crotch—and walked right back out. Can we really say anything to teens these days?"

"Mom... I certainly won't do that."

"Won't do what?" "I can't walk around without any clothes on like that."

"Who asked you to walk around like that right now? Just put on the clothes I bought for you; that’s all."

"Okay, Mummy."

"Dear... tomorrow is *Sravana Shukravaram* (an auspicious Friday)."

"So?"



"Give her a ritual head bath for the occasion."

"Me?"

"Well, I’m right here, aren't I? So, for this time around, that duty falls to you."

"But how am I supposed to give a bath to a young girl?"

"She’ll wrap a towel around herself. If you just scrub her head, apply the herbal paste , and give her the head bath, she can handle the rest herself."

"Hey, Akki... are you okay with this? If you have any reservations, speak up right now in front of Mummy. Don't start nagging about it tomorrow."

"Okay, Daddy... I’ll wrap the towel around myself. But you have to scrub my back as well."

"Akki, how can I scrub your back if you’re wearing a towel?"

"Daddy... I’ll just take the towel off for a moment."

"Hey! Did you hear what your daughter just said?"

"Dear... you two sort that matter out between yourselves. All I care about is that she gets her ritual head bath done. Okay?"

"Alright... so, what else is new, dear?"

"Nothing much... I’m just thinking of you."

"Hmm... okay, take care. Buy some cucumbers, eggplants, and things like that at the market."

"No, I don't want those... I want *yours*."



"Okay, okay, the kids are listening... Bye."

"Alright... Bye."

"Good night, Mummy."

"Good night, Mummy."

As soon as he hung up the phone, he pulled his daughter onto his lap, looked into her eyes, and said, "Mummy gave us the green signal! Ta-da! Tomorrow, you get a head bath." Blushing, she asked, "Daddy... what if Mummy finds out about these games?" He glanced at his son and replied, "If anyone’s going to tell on us, it’ll be him." The little boy immediately chimed in, "Why would I tell on you, Daddy?"

He pulled his son close and said, "If you do exactly as I say, Mummy will get closer to you. But if you don't, she won't even look your way."

The boy nodded in agreement.

It was 11 o'clock in the night

"Let's go to sleep now," he said, lying down between the two children. He wrapped his arms warmly around his daughter from behind, savoring the scent of the jasmine flowers in her hair. Resting his hand against her breasts, he pressed her back firmly against his chest. He lifted her upper leg slightly, positioned his cock between her thighs—and since she wasn't wearing panties, the warmth of her pussy pressed directly against his cock—and with a whispered "Good night," he closed his eyes.

She placed her father's finger in her mouth and sucked on it gently, melting into the warmth of his embrace as she drifted off to sleep.

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When Malavika returned from her hometown after a week, Arvind and the children were overjoyed to see her—especially seeing how she was practically bursting with eagerness to see her husband and catch up with the kids.

Although the day passed pleasantly enough, Malavika was restless; she could hardly wait for nightfall—impatient to finally put an end to the ten days of separation she had endured.

Finishing dinner early and tucking the children into bed, Malavika finally entered her husband's room.

As she reached to lock the door, Arvind stopped her. Malavika raised her eyebrows in a silent inquiry: "Why not?" Arvind explained, "There's thunder and lightning outside—a storm is brewing. The children might get scared, you know? So, close the door, but don't lock it." For a fleeting moment, Malavika’s eyes reflected sadness and disappointment; but she quickly composed herself, forced a smile, said "Okay," and walked over to her husband.

As they chatted about this and that, Malavika brought up the topic of their neighbor across the street—Aparna.

"Did you notice, Arvind? Look at how Appu has changed—she used to be so beautiful and stylish before her delivery, but look at how she looks now!" As she spoke, she reached into her husband's *dhothi* and drew out his manhood.



Placing his hand on his wife's belly, Arvind replied, "Personally, I think she looks wonderful right now. After giving birth, a woman's body fills out; she becomes soft and radiant, glowing like gold. After delivering a precious child safely, it is only natural for any mother to feel immense joy—and that is precisely the radiance you see on her face."

"That’s true," Malavika agreed. "No matter how deeply a woman loves her husband, the truest happiness she experiences comes from her children."

"But those very children...become pain point to parents ?"

She knew exactly what her husband meant by that remark. Under normal circumstances, she would have sulked at such words and slept apart from him. But Malavika—who, after a ten-day hiatus, was now throbbing with desire and itching to get fucked by her husband (ex lover)—did no such thing; instead, she let out a heavy sigh and clung to him. She then sealed Arvind's lips with her own—a silent signal meaning, "Stop talking and let's get down to business."



Five minutes later... both of them were completely naked.



Fully aware of Malavika's impatience—and knowing she could barely hold back any longer—Arvind proceeded without the slightest haste. Slowly and deliberately, he teased the entrance of her vagina with the tip of his cock—thrusting it in, pulling it out, then thrusting it in again. 

By gradually introducing his cock to the depths of her womanhood, he began to prepare her body for the act of lovemaking after their long-awaited reunion. But as he stretched the lips of her vaginal opening to their very limits—teasing the tip of his cock deep into the folds of her pussy, yet pulling it back out just before fully thrusting it inside—Malavika, who was waiting in eager anticipation for it to finally sink in—thinking, 

"Any moment now... it's going in... it's going in!"—could no longer bear the torment and frustration caused by her husband withholding his cock from her. Unable to take it anymore, she began pounding Arvind's back with loud thuds, crying out, "Ah... Arvind... put it in! Ah... ah... ah... Arvind... is it really fair of you to tease me like this?" As she spoke, Malavika pounded Arvind’s back with rapid, heavy fist-blows.



Yet, Arvind did not rush; he proceeded slowly and deliberately. After another minute passed—by which time Arvind realized that Malavika, too, was writhing in desperation, unable to contain her burning desire—he hesitated no longer. This time, as he thrust his hips forward... since the tip of his cock had already repeatedly parted Malavika’s vaginal lips—slipping in and out just enough to introduce itself to her entrance—this final, forceful thrust drove his cock deep into the very depths of her vagina. Like a warm knife sinking into soft butter, Arvind’s cock parted her entrance, grazed against her vaginal walls, and slid in—firm, taut, yet smooth—until it reached the deepest recesses of her womanhood.

As Malavika’s vaginal walls gripped Arvind’s cock tightly yet tenderly, her inner and outer lips held him in a warm, biting embrace, delivering exquisite pleasure and bliss to the handsome man. With every cell of her womanhood tingling in ecstasy—aroused by the friction of her husband’s full, strong cock thrusting deep into her feminine core—she moaned: "Ah... Arvind... *ss*... Ah... Arv... ind..." Murmuring these words, Malavika pressed Arvind tightly against herself—firmly burying her husband's head against her breasts—and entwined herself around him with fierce intensity.

Thunder rumbled outside.

Inside, a rhythmic pounding ensued.

He picked up the pace... and Malavika, too, settled into a perfect rhythm.

It was at that very moment that a sound was heard at the door.

Judging by the silhouette visible in the glow of the bedside lamp, he realized it was Akki. Suddenly, he switched on the main light. Malavika was stunned to see him rise completely naked—his erect cock exposed, making no attempt to cover it with his *dhothi*. The moment Dad turned on the main light, Akki, frightened, rushed over and threw her arms around him. As Arvind—standing well over six feet tall—held her close, his erect cock pressed against the breasts of four-and-a-half-foot-tall Akki.



Lifting Akki into his arms, Arvind asked, "What happened, sweetheart?" With a tearful expression, she replied, "You know I'm afraid of thunder and lightning, don't you, Dad?" Arvind kissed her on the cheek and said, "I'm sorry, dear... In the rush of Mom getting home, I completely forgot about that." He then laid Akki down on the bed and lay down beside her—still completely naked, without having tied his *dhothi*.

Malavika, who had been watching all of this in stunned silence, eventually pulled the blanket over herself to cover her modesty. However, she was deeply displeased that her husband—with his cock still erect from having just fucked her, and still wet with her juices—was displaying it to their daughter as if it were a museum exhibit. As if that weren't enough, he was now holding Akki close and comforting her. Comforting Akki to soothe her fears was one thing—but doing it while completely naked? Malavika was thoroughly displeased to see Akki remaining completely passive—showing not even a hint of shyness—while her father's member rubbed against her thighs.

 

Somewhat angrily, she pulled Akki out of her husband's embrace and drew her close, attempting to comfort her. However, Akki stubbornly resisted; she broke away from her mother and turned back toward her father. Seeing this, Arvind said, "Malavika... just stay quiet for a moment. She's already trembling with fear; don't scare her even more." He then pulled Akki onto his lap and began gently stroking her back, trying to soothe her fears.

Resting her head against her father's broad chest—clinging to him as tightly as a gecko—Akki glanced at her mother with an expression that seemed to say, "Look, your husband has become *my* husband now." This filled Malavika with uncontrollable rage. Akki's behavior was incredibly strange... and so was Arvind's.

It was only when she noticed what Arvind's hands were doing to Akki's buttocks that she realized her mistake: buying her such short, skimpy gowns had been a terrible error.

Two minutes later, Akki closed her eyes, took her father's nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it, letting out soft little moans as she rubbed her head against his stomach. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep. When Arvind tried to gently lift her head from his chest, she—still half-asleep—clung to him even tighter, refusing to let go, and began sucking on his nipple once again.

Watching all of this, Malavika felt a strange unease. She simply could not believe that her daughter had developed such habits—Akki, who usually kept boys at arm's length, was now clinging to her father in this manner. Her sucking on his breasts... *Ufff*...

Waiting another minute, he tried once more to put his daughter down to sleep. This time, his attempt was successful. Laying Akki down beside them, he spent another minute gently patting her back until she drifted off to sleep.

A little while later, once Akki was fast asleep, he turned off the main light, switched on the bedside lamp, turned toward his wife, and pulled back her blanket.

Arvind placed both his hands upon Malavika’s breasts; with one hand, he vigorously kneaded one breast, while with the other, he took her other breast into his mouth—sucking and caressing it, using the sharp edges of his tongue to tease her nipples. Meanwhile, moving his hips gently, he began thrusting deep inside Malavika’s pussy. "Ah... Arvind... Mmm... Ah... I feel like I'm losing control... Ah... Mmm... Ah... Arvind..." Malavika moaned deliriously, lifting her hips to thrust back against her husband's cock.

In their passion, neither of them gave a second thought to the fact that Akki, sleeping right beside them, might wake up. As Malavika took the initiative—thrusting her hips upward with such intense desire, as if to signal that Arvind’s deep strokes alone weren't enough for her—Arvind felt a surge of renewed energy.

Lifting his body off the bed using his hands, Arvind shifted his weight forward, pressing himself even closer against Malavika... Adjusting himself so that his cock rubbed against her, Arvind began thrusting vigorously into Malavika's pussy. Overcome with ecstasy by the pounding of Arvind's cock—moaning "Sss... ah... Arvind... ah... I can see heaven... ah... ah..."—Malavika lifted her hips high and began to let Arvind fuck her with unbridled passion. As proof of just how much she was savoring Arvind's fucking, droplets of wetness began to trickle down from Malavika's pussy.

Woken by her parents' shouts, she turned toward them and opened her eyes. Arvind and Malavika, however, were in no state to notice Akki watching them as they fucked.

As floods of wetness surged within Malavika's pussy—providing ample lubrication for Arvind's cock, which had until then been moving tightly within the deep folds of her vagina—Arvind's thrusting gained momentum. He began pounding furiously inside Malavika, delivering powerful, rhythmic strokes. In response, Malavika cried out: "Ah... Arvind... Mmmm... Ah... Sss... Oh God... Arvind... Ah... Don't thrust so hard... Ah... Please... I can't take it!" Ignoring her pleas, Arvind leaned his full weight upon her; he locked his lips with hers, thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, and—sucking the saliva from within—continued to fuck her pussy with intense, lustful fury, moving nothing but his hips.

Breaking her lips away from his, Malavika gasped: "Ah... Arvind... I am cumming... I'm going numb all over down there... My thighs are tingling... It feels like something is taking over my whole lower body..." "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Arv... ind... Ah... Ah... Arrrrrvvvvvinddd...  ... Ah... Ah... Arvvvvv......" And just like that, the sounds from Malavika's mouth ceased abruptly; letting out a heavy, hissing breath, she... Entwining her legs around Arvind’s and holding him fast so he couldn't move, Malavika clung tightly to her husband, tensing up rigidly within his embrace. She savored that exquisite sensation—the sweet ecstasy a woman experiences during the climax of being thoroughly fucked by a man.

Since Arvind’s cock was still buried deep within the folds of Malavika’s pussy, her climax triggered intense spasms deep within her—her vaginal walls contracting and expanding in rhythmic tremors. Arvind could distinctly feel not only the quivering deep inside her, but also the fluttering of her labia and vaginal lips vibrating against his cock. Never before, in all the times he had fucked his wife, had Arvind experienced anything quite like this. The reason for this heightened sensation lay in the fact that their daughter, Akki—who was right beside them—was watching her parents in the act of fucking. 

 

Arvind absolutely loved that added thrill. Overcome with a surge of affection for his daughter, he gently brushed aside the stray strands of hair falling across Akki’s face—which was gazing at them in a dazed trance—and planted a loving kiss upon her forehead. 

After a little while, as the emotional turmoil within Malavika subsided and she began to find some relief, she opened her eyes—only to see Arvind kissing Akki. Arvind, who had previously been kissing her on the cheeks, was now kissing her on the lips—and doing so with such tenderness. Akki, for her part, was embracing her father not like a daughter, but like a lover, wrapping her arms around his head as she returned his kisses. Malavika was left completely stunned. Realizing that his wife had woken up, Arvind rose from Akki’s side and moved over to lie upon his wife.

As Arvind began to gently thrust his hips back and forth, slowly resuming his lovemaking with Malavika, she opened her eyes in a daze; drawing him close with affection, she embraced him tightly. However, when she felt the contact of another naked body against her own, she turned her head to look—and recoiled in shock. There, lying naked right beside her—having stripped off every stitch of clothing—was her daughter, Akki.

Seeing Malavika flinch, Arvind smiled and said, "Don't worry about it... think of it as a form of training for her, too." With that, he thrust his cock forcefully into Malavika's pussy. As her husband's cock struck deep into the very depths of her pussy—delivered with such vigor, precision, and power—Malavika gasped, "Oh, Arvind! What are these rough thrusts? There's a little girl right here; she'll get scared!" She chided him playfully, yet affectionately.

Arvind was pleased by this change in his wife—he liked that, despite Akki being completely naked right there, Malavika hadn't objected to that fact itself, but rather had expressed concern that their daughter might get frightened. He thrust his massive cock even harder. Malavika felt herself on the verge of climaxing again; crying out, "Thrust, Arvind! Push hard!" Arvind shifted his entire body weight onto Malavika and began to fuck her pussy with furious intensity.

As Arvind lay fully atop Malavika, thrusting and fucking her pussy, her breasts were being crushed beneath his chest; with every forward and backward motion of his body, every inch of Malavika’s form was pressed and rubbed against his, subjected to intense friction and pressure. The sheer ecstasy born of this contact between their two naked bodies further stoked the flames of Malavika’s lust, driving her into a frenzy of desire. Completely consumed by this madness, Malavika began to thrust her hips upward in perfect rhythm with Arvind’s strokes, fucking him back with unbridled passion.

As the warm, wet fluids from her pussy—now slick and dripping with juices—smeared onto her hand, Akki reached out and stroked her father’s back. Arvind, who was still fucking Malavika, turned his head to look at Akki. Their eyes met. With a seductive smile, Akki mouthed the words and gestured to him: "My pussy is aching for the thrusts of your cock."

Akki’s provocative words sent a jolt through Arvind; his cock, moving deep inside Malavika, suddenly surged with renewed vigor, and he began to fuck her even harder. Having been fucking her somewhat gently until that moment, Arvind suddenly ramped up the intensity, pounding into her with raw, unbridled lust—causing Malavika to cry out: "Ah... Arvind... what are you doing?" "Ah... what intensity... ah... oh God... my waist feels like it's breaking... ah... ah... sss... mmm... ah... Arvind... I can't take it anymore... oh God... what a pounding... ah... Arvind..." —while Malavika, on one side, writhed in ecstasy under the furious thrusting of Arvind's cock, Akki—who lay right beside them, teasing her father—continued to arouse him even further.

Gazing into his eyes with heightened passion, she shifted slightly up the bed, spread her thighs seductively, placed both hands over her pussy, and—moving her lips enticingly—whispered, "Look, here is the wet pussy you love so much... look, Daddy... will you lick up my juices?" As she spoke, she used her fingers to grasp her labia—her "flower petals"—spreading them wide to reveal her pussy, which had blossomed into a vivid, crimson bloom like a hibiscus flower. She held it just out of reach of her father's face, teasing him as she moved her lips: "Come... come here and claim my little pussy."

While Akki was thus brazenly inciting him, Arvind summoned all his strength and began to grind into Malavika's pussy with savage intensity. Unaware of what her daughter was doing right behind her back, Malavika—overwhelmed by the sheer vigor and speed of Arvind's ferocious thrusting—trembled like a tiny skiff caught in a raging storm. "Ah... Arvind... Oh God... what thrusting... why such intensity? Oh God... you're killing me, Arvind... you're crushing me... grinding me into pulp... tearing my pussy apart... Ah... ah... mmm... sss... ah... Arvind... ah... stop... ah... it's cumming... I'm losing control again... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... Ar... vind!" Moaning "Oh, Arvind..." in delirium—and experiencing yet another powerful orgasm—Malavika anointed Arvind's cock with her vaginal juices before tensing up tightly in his arms once again.


Arvind, however, did not stop; he continued to thrust relentlessly into Malavika's pussy. Having already reached her second climax of the night through the vigorous pounding of a man's cock, Malavika's pussy had become exquisitely sensitive. The slightest friction or contact against her vaginal walls and folds now sent intense tremors of lust coursing through her, generating a sensation akin to a thousand-volt electric current surging through every nerve in her body. Consequently, with every powerful thrust of Arvind's cock deep inside her, Malavika would writhe and convulse wildly in his arms. Meanwhile, Akki—who was positioned near Arvind's head, holding her labia wide apart to fully expose her spread-eagled pussy—lowered her hips slightly to bring her sex even closer to Arvind's face, intending to let her "Daddy" catch the scent of her pussy.


In response, Arvind pressed his feet firmly against the bed frame and shifted his body upward slightly; as he did so, his face came into direct contact with Akki's mound. At that, Akki moaned languidly—"Sss... ah... mmm..."—and, placing both her hands on her father's head, pressed his face deep into the folds of her parted petals.

However, the moment Arvind braced his feet against the bed frame and thrust his body upward—since his cock was still deeply embedded and thrusting within the folds of Malavika's pussy—the tip of Arvind's cock drove deep into Malavika's vaginal canal, slamming abruptly against the mouth of her cervix. At that impact, Malavika let out a piercing shriek—"Ah! Pain! Arvind... it hurts!"—crying out in a high-pitched wail. Only then did Arvind realize the mistake he had made. Meanwhile, Akki—utterly unwilling to lift Arvind's warm, heated mouth away from her pussy—shifted her body downward, adjusting herself to better accommodate her father's cock, which remained buried deep within her mother's depths.

Arvind, who until that moment had been furiously pounding Malavika's pussy, paused his thrusting for just a second. As the pain in Malavika's lower abdomen subsided, he—while simultaneously burying his tongue deep inside Akki's pussy and pleasuring her with his mouth—resumed his rhythmic pounding inside Malavika. Even after Malavika had reached her climax, Arvind continued to thrust relentlessly; as his cock moved deep within her, scbanging, pressing, and rubbing against her vaginal walls, every deep thrust felt as though stars were flashing before her eyes. With every powerful stroke, Arvind's cock triggered a mini-climax within Malavika, causing her to moan in a state of intoxicated ecstasy—uttering soft, lust-filled cries of "Ah... Ss... Mmm... Ah..." whenever his cock buried itself deep inside her.

Meanwhile, having kept his mouth pressed against Akki's pussy to lap up her juices, Arvind's mouth remained filled with the wetness of her fluids. Akki brought her mouth—still brimming with Malavika's juices—and pressed it against Malavika's lips, letting the erotic fluids she had just sucked from Malavika's pussy trickle into her mouth. Having already been fucking Malavika for quite some time—and before finally ejaculating inside her—Arvind took his cock, still wet with Malavika's juices, and thrust it into Akki's petite mouth, giving it two or three vigorous strokes.

 

Since Arvind was also nearing his climax by this point, he climbed back onto Malavika and began pounding furiously into her pussy.


Malavika could feel her husband's cock—moving intensely within the folds of her pussy—swelling and thickening inside her. Savoring the sweet pleasure of the vigorous thrusts pounding against her walls—and moaning in a dazed, erotic trance with sounds of "Ah... Mmm... Ah... Sss... Mmm..."—Malavika reveled in the ecstasy of Arvind's fucking. Suddenly, Arvind drove his cock deep—burying it all the way to the base against Malavika's pussy—and, with sudden, sharp pulses, ejaculated his warm semen deep into the very depths of her womb.

As she felt the sensation of her husband's warm seed flowing into the deepest recesses of her womanhood—a sensation that transcended the minor waves of pleasure she had been experiencing until then—Malavika suddenly climaxed alongside Arvind in a powerful, explosive orgasm, crying out: "Ahhh... Arvind... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ah... Arvind... I see heaven... ...Heaven!" As she cried out, "It feels so good!" while clutching tightly to her husband, and just after he had ejaculated inside her—his cock, now dripping with both his own semen and her juices, was being slowly withdrawn from her pussy. 

As Arvind began to rise and lift himself off her body, Malavika cried out, "Ah... Arvind... don't leave me! No... please don't... don't leave me and go!" "Please... Arvind... don't just get up and leave halfway through like that... please!" Malavika pleaded loudly, tightening her grip as she held Arvind fast in a fierce embrace.

 

With great difficulty, Arvind managed to break free from Malavika's hold. As he withdrew his cock—which was dripping wet with both Malavika's juices and his own cum—he turned toward Akki. She had already spread her thighs, presenting her pussy and waiting eagerly for him. With a forceful thrust, he drove his cock deep into Akki's hole until it buried itself against her pubic bone. "Ah... Daddy!" Akki moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as she clung to him with passionate fervor. Arvind began thrusting vigorously inside Akki, delivering half a dozen hard strokes before ejaculating once more—spurting two fresh loads of cum deep into the depths of her pussy.

"Hold on for just a moment," he whispered. "Now I'm going to slide my cock back into Mom's pussy; I'll mix both your juices together and then serve them to your mouth." By this point, having been relentlessly fucking Malavika for quite some time, Arvind was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back his release. With that, Arvind withdrew his cock—which had been buried deep within the folds of Akki's pussy—and told her, "Come over here, settle yourself comfortably right next to Mom, and lie down. I’ll be back on top of you again shortly." 

Having said this, Arvind slid off Akki and climbed onto Malavika, intending to thrust his cock—still dripping with Akki's juices—into her. Hearing Arvind promise to climb back onto her later, Akki happily lay down beside her mother; she then opened her mouth and waited eagerly, ready to receive her father's cock and its fluids when he returned to mount her.



However, moments earlier—when Arvind had ejaculated the first time—Malavika had been reluctant to let go of the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Despite her pleas of "No, no!" Arvind had ruthlessly disengaged from her, rising and stepping away without heeding her protests. Left in tears by this abrupt departure, Malavika watched as Arvind climbed back onto her, bringing his cock—still wet with Akki's juices—to thrust it once again into her pussy. Still sulking, she turned her face away and clamped her legs shut, refusing to let Arvind insert his cock.

Responding to her pique, Arvind embraced her and began to console her, saying, "I’ll give you pleasure again—one more time, I promise." Delighted by the prospect of getting fucked by her husband once more, Malavika spread her thighs wide and offered her pussy to Arvind. Breathing a sigh of relief, Arvind thrust his cock back into his wife's pussy and continued to fuck Malavika for another three or four minutes. Finally—with a sudden, sharp spurt—he ejaculated his final load deep inside Malavika's pussy; then, leaving his cock buried deep within her, Arvind slumped down onto Malavika in a state of blissful exhaustion.

Angrily wondering, "What is Dad preaching, and what is he actually doing?" Akki shoved her father off her mother. She then took his cock—which was dripping wet with various fluids—into her small mouth and began to suck on it. It was only then that Arvind suddenly remembered: he had completely forgotten about Akki. Declaring this his "punishment," she sank her front teeth firmly into the head of his cock.

"Ahhhhh..." he cried out, jolting upright. Startled by his sudden outburst, Akki looked at her father and asked, "What happened, Dad?"—and only then did he realize that it had all been a dream: his wife returning from out of town; Akki walking in while he was in the middle of fucking his wife; him pleasuring them both; and then, when he momentarily forgot about Akki, her angrily biting his cock.

He cursed Akki inwardly for ruining such a good dream; yet, as Arvind gazed into her eyes, his anger melted away, giving way to a surge of love.