Hello doston, mera naam Riya hai, aur main abhi 22 saal ki ho chuki hun. Mera rang gora hai, badan slim aur toned, figure 34-28-36 ka hai. Meri jawani ab apne poore shabab par thi. College ki saheliyan mujhe hamesha sexy baatein sunati thi, unki kahaniyan sun kar meri andar ki aag bhadak uthti thi. Lekin main kisi bhi random ladke ke chakkar mein nahi padna chahti thi. Unse door reh kar, main apni hi ungliyon se apni pyaas bujha leti thi, raat ko bistar par let kar apni chut ko sahlaati, sochti ki kab mera pehla asli anubhav hoga.
Meri mummy, jo ek school teacher hai, bahut hi sundar aur strict hai. Woh teekhi mirchi ki tarah hoti hai – garm aur sharp. Papa unke saamne chup reh kar hi guzara karte the. Mummy ka mood banta tabhi unhe apna sharir saunpti thi, warna papa ko maine kai baar bathroom mein ya raat ko akela dekh kar apna land hilate hue dekha hai. Unka land dekh kar main hairan reh jati thi. Meri saheliyan jo ladkon ke baare mein batati thi, un sab se kahi zyada bada aur mota tha woh. Kai baar main bhi unke baare mein soch kar apni chut ragad leti, lekin baad mein guilt mehsoos hota. Sochti ki kya papa mere baare mein aise sochte honge? Main to unki beti hun, phir bhi ye gande khayal kyun aate hain?
Papa ek dusre sheher mein job karte the, shahar se door, aur saal mein sirf do-teen baar ghar aate. Mummy ko unke aane-jaane se koi farak nahi padta, woh apne school aur routine mein busy rehti. Lekin mujhe bahut padta tha. Bachpan se papa mere hero the – mazboot, caring, aur hamesha mujhe pamper karne wale. Jab woh aate, main unke saath ghanto baatein karti, unke kandhe par sir rakh kar TV dekhti, ya unke saath bahar ghoomne jati. Is baar papa kaafi lambe samay baad aaye the, karib ek saal ke baad. Unki job ki wajah se delay ho gaya tha, aur main unhe miss kar rahi thi.
Subah ka waqt tha. Main apne kamre se naha kar fresh hokar nikli. Mummy school ja chuki thi, aur papa drawing room mein akela baith kar TV dekh rahe the. Unhone lungi pehni hui thi, upar se shirt, aur coffee ka mug haath mein tha. Main unke paas ja kar sofa par baith gayi, apna sir unke kandhe par tika diya. Meri nighty halki si thi, short sleeves wali, jo mere toned arms aur thodi cleavage dikha rahi thi.
Papa ne muskurate hue poocha, “Kya hua, Riya beti? Subah-subah itni udaas kyun lag rahi ho?”
Main ne dheere se kaha, “Kuch nahi papa, bas aapko miss kar rahi thi. I love you so much. Aap mere liye sabse important ho.” Sach mein, main hamesha papa ko apne ideal man ki tarah dekhti thi. Sochti thi ki mera boyfriend bhi papa jaisa hi hona chahiye – strong, loving, aur protective.
Unhone mujhe dekha, phir apni baahon mein bhar liya. Unki baahen mazboot thi, aur unki khushboo – woh cologne ki mild scent – mujhe madhosh kar rahi thi. “Main bhi tujhe bahut pyaar karta hun, beti. Tu meri zindagi ki roshni hai. Bata, kya chahiye tujhe? Kuch shopping karwayun?”
Main ne sir hila kar na kaha, “Bas aapka saath, papa. Aur kuch nahi.”
Ye sunte hi, main mehsoos kar payi ki unki lungi mein kuch halchal hui. Jaise unka land jaag utha ho. Papa ne TV ki volume badha di, taaki awaaz bahar na jaye, aur bole, “Chalo, aaj hum dono saath mein time spend karte hain. Koi movie dekhen?”
Main sharma gayi, lekin unki baahon mein rehne ka man kar raha tha. Unhone mujhe aur kareeb kheench liya. Main unke bagal mein let gayi, mera sar unki chaati par. Meri nighty thodi upar khisak gayi thi, jisse meri smooth thighs ka kuch hissa dikh raha tha. Papa ne poocha, “Thand lag rahi hai kya, beta?”
“Haan, thodi si,” main ne dheere se kaha. Meri awaaz mein halki si kampan thi, kyunki unki nazar mere sharir par thi.
Unhone apni chadar hum dono ke upar daal di, aur apna haath mere kandhe par rakh kar mujhe apni taraf kheencha. Unki ungliyan mere nange kandhe par garm thi, aur mere dil ki dhadkanen tez ho gayi. “Papa, aap hamesha mera itna khayal rakhte ho,” main ne unki aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha.
“Tu mere liye sabse keemti hai, Riya,” unhone gehri awaaz mein jawab diya. Unki nazar mere chehre se neeche, meri nighty ki neckline tak chali gayi, jahan se meri cleavage halki si dikh rahi thi.
Unka haath dheere se mere kandhe se neeche, meri kamar ki taraf badha. Mere sharir mein ek bijli si daud gayi. “Papa… ye… sahi hai na?” main ne hichkichate hue poocha. Mera man dar aur excitement ke beech jhool raha tha.
“Riya, chinta mat kar. Hum dono hi to hain yahan. Bas apne dil ki sun,” unhone mere kaan ke paas fusfusaya. Unki garm saansen mere kaanon ko chhu rahi thi, aur mere rongte khade ho gaye.
Main kuch nahi boli, bas unki baahon mein aur sat gayi. Unhone mere gaal par ek soft kiss kiya, geela aur lingering. Mera sharir kaamp utha. “Aah…” mere muh se halki si siski nikli. Phir unhone mere honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Woh kiss deep thi, passionate, jaise woh mujhe poora mehsoos karna chahte ho. Main ne bhi respond kiya, meri jeebh unki jeebh se mil gayi. “Uh… papa…” main ne siskate hue kaha, meri saansen tez.
Hum ek dusre ko wildly kiss kar rahe the. Unki haath meri nighty ke andar gaye, meri back par fisalte hue. Main unke shirt ke buttons kholne lagi, unki broad chest expose karte hue. Unki chest par halke black hairs the, jo unhe aur manly bana rahe the. Main ne unki chest par kisses diye, mere honth unki garm skin par slide kar rahe the.
Papa ne meri nighty upar sarka di. Meri gori, smooth kamar unke saamne thi. Unki ungliyan meri skin par fisli, aur main siski, “Aah… papa…” Unhone meri kamar par wet kisses diye, unki tongue meri skin ko lightly lick kar rahi thi. “Riya, tera badan itna soft hai, jaise makhmal,” unhone whispered.
Main ne apne honth kaate, meri breathing heavy ho rahi thi. Phir unhone meri nighty aur upar ki, aur meri pink lace bra dikhne lagi. Mere 34C breasts tight bra mein ubhre hue the, nipples hard hokar fabric ke through show kar rahe the. Papa ne bra ke hooks khole, aur mere boobs free ho gaye – round, firm, aur pink nipples erect.
“Uff… Riya, ye kitne perfect hain,” unhone kaha, aur apni fingers se mere nipples ko pinch kiya. “Aah… papa… dheere se,” main ne moaned. Unki tongue mere ek nipple par lagi, aur woh use suck karne lage, dusre ko haath se massage karte hue. “Uh… aah… yes, papa…” meri moans louder ho gayi. Main unke hairs mein fingers phira rahi thi, mera body pleasure se tremble kar raha tha.
Ab main ne himmat ki, aur papa ki lungi kholi. Unka underwear tight tha, unke erection ko barely hold kar raha tha. Main ne underwear neeche kiya, aur unka 8 inch ka hard cock mere saamne tha – thick, veiny, aur throbbing. “Papa… ye to enormous hai,” main ne sharmate hue kaha, meri eyes us par fixed.
“Riya, ye sab tera hai, sirf tujhse pyaar karne ke liye,” unhone smile karte hue kaha. Main ne apni fingers se use touch kiya, garmi mehsoos ki. Dheere se stroke karne lagi. “Aah… meri jaan,” unhone moaned.
Main ne bend hokar uske tip par ek wet kiss diya, phir tongue se lick kiya. Papa ki saansen tez ho gayi. “Uff… Riya, tu amazing hai.” Main ne use mouth mein liya, suck karne lagi, upar neeche move karte hue. Unhone mere head ko guide kiya, gently.
Phir papa ne mujhe sofa par litaya, khud mere
upar aa gaye. Unhone meri leggings dheere se neeche ki – meri matching pink panty dikh rahi thi. Meri pussy already wet thi, panty par damp spot tha. “Riya, tu itni geeli ho chuki hai… mera asar hai kya?” unhone tease kiya.
“Haan, papa… aapki wajah se,” main ne confessed. Unhone panty neeche ki, meri shaved, pink pussy expose ho gayi – glistening with juices. Unki fingers meri clit par lagi, rub karne lage. “Aah… oh god, papa…” main ne arched my back.
Unhone apni tongue neeche ki, meri pussy ko lick karne lage – slow circles on clit, then inside. Main writhing in pleasure, “Papa… don’t stop… aah…” Orgasm building tha, aur finally main cum kar gayi, mera body shaking.
Ab papa ready the. Unhone apna cock meri pussy ke entrance par rakha. “Ready hai, beta?” unhone poocha.
“Haan, papa… please,” main ne begged. Unhone slowly push kiya – tight tha, but wet hone se slide ho gaya. “Aah… it’s so big…” main ne gasped. Unhone full inside kiya, phir rhythm mein move karne lage – slow at first, then faster.
Hum dono sweating, moaning. “Riya, tu itni tight hai… heaven jaise,” unhone grunted. Main ne legs unke around wrap kiye, deeper lene ke liye. “Harder, papa… fuck me harder,” main ne wild hokar kaha.
Unhone pace badhaya, sofa creak kar raha tha. Mera dusra orgasm aaya, aur finally papa ne pull out kiya, mere stomach par cum kiya – hot, sticky.
Hum dono exhausted, ek dusre ki baahon mein let gaye. “Ye hamara secret rahega, Riya,” unhone kaha.
“Haan, papa… forever,” main ne whispered.
Is ghatna ke baad, humara rishta badal gaya. Papa jab bhi aate, hum secretly milte – kabhi bathroom mein quickie, kabhi raat ko mummy ke sone ke baad. Main ab guilt nahi feel karti; ye hamara pyaar tha, forbidden but intense.
Ek din, college se wapas aayi to mummy ghar par nahi thi. Papa kitchen mein the, lunch bana rahe the. Main ne unhe peeche se hug kiya, mera body unke against press. “Papa, aaj phir?” main ne naughty smile di.
Unhone turn kiya, mujhe counter par utha liya. “Haan, meri rani.” Humne wahan hi start kiya – kisses, clothes off. Unhone mujhe bend over kiya, peeche se enter kiya. “Aah… yes, papa…” Kitchen echoes se bhara tha hamare moans se.
Dusre din, hum drive par gaye. Car mein, secluded spot par park karke, back seat par. Main unke upar baith gayi, riding karne lagi. Unka cock perfect fit tha, har thrust mein pleasure.
Papa ke jaane se pehle, humne poori raat saath bitayi. Mummy ko bola ki main saheli ke ghar ja rahi hun. Hotel mein check-in kiya, wahan unlimited – oral, anal try kiya pehli baar. “Papa, ye dard aur maza dono hai,” main ne kaha jab unhone slowly enter kiya.
Unhone kaha, “Sab kuch tujhke sikhaunga, beta.”
Ab papa door hain, lekin hum video calls par flirt karte, sexting. Main wait karti hun unke agle aane ka. Ye story hamari hai – pyaar, lust, aur secret.
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