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Nandita was laying on the cot crying in pain. It was dawn and time for her father to come back from the field. She fell from the mango tree while picking some. It was about 2 or 3 hours before. It was serious though. She can’t even move. It was her back which got affected. Her father Randhir was good with his hands, he can fix those displaced bones by some flicks. It was him who raised her from toddler’s age to her teenage, now She is eighteen and helps her father from home.
It was around 8 when Randhir came home. Randhir in his late 40s was still well built. He was wearing a dhoti and carrying a gamcha (towel) on his shoulder. He was not aware of this situation, he normally stands his cycle and went for bathing to the nearest well. He saw Nandita but she fell asleep. So, he locked the door and left for a drink with his friends.
At night, Randhir legs were trembling as he had his country rum enough according to his daily consumption. He came and saw Nandita on the cot. Even after his rum, he sensed it was unusual for her to stay in the bed that long. He came close to her and saw in her eyes. It was filled with tears. He sooth her first and ask for the problem.
He calmly understands her and cures her dislocated bone. It was the pain which doesn’t let her sleep through the night it was 4 in the morning. The fresh smell of blossoms and the morning breeze hit Randhir face when he entered in the aangan (court). He looked toward her daughter. Wrapped in thin blanket trembling in pain. He came forward and sat beside her. She turned and met eyes with him. Randhir sensed her pain and touched her bare waist. It was warm against those cold breezes. “is it here?” Randhir asked.
She trusted her father more than anything in this world. He caressed her waist slowly assuming the swelled area. “beti, I have to apply oil on it” said with hesitation. She was now a grown-up girl. She curled up in blanket filing her face deep in blanket exposing her waist to his father. Telling him to start. Randhir in his dhoti and brief carry a tumbler full of oil and spread on her tiny little waist.
He smudged it and start applying little force. Nandita was wearing a long skirt and a blouse. Her fair back glistened in the layer of oil. Nandita was feeling relaxed as her father’s hard muscled hand moved around her little waist. Randhir was somewhere else his mind took him in the pleasure of Nandita’s mom memories. Nandita’s touch reminds him of her mom, His love. It was years he had been with any woman.
His mind was playing some other beautiful memories of lovemaking with Nandita’s mother. Those were around 17 to 18 years ago. She was around the same age as Nandita is now. Their 1st night that rough caring lovemaking. It aroused him a little. He didn’t notice he slipped some oil on Nandita’s blouse. He ignored that and start caressing her waist hard, feeling the smoothness. He moved his hand over her back to the bottom of her abdomen. Nandita was relaxed, feeling the power of rough hard hand of her father.
She allowed her father to navigate her through corners. Nandita’s skirt slipped low to her waist and accidentally Randhir slipped his hand under her skirt. Nandita’s eyes suddenly popped out feeling her father’s hand there.
She lifted her head a bit and said “the pain is not there, pitaji”
“I know babu it was the oil. Just slipped.” Randhir said.
Then, he lifted the thin blanket from her and kept it aside. Her blossom curves were now under the night sky. Her skirt rose to her thighs exposed. Randhir was rubbing her waist by applying more oil to it. Then he noticed his hard under his lungi.
He was aroused but with whom, her wife thoughts or of his daughter’s touch. He asked himself the same question and stepped back. His eyes were on his daughter’s beauty. Her curves and shiny bareback. He wants to feel her, he knows it’s wrong she is her little daughter who laughs when he cuddled her but somewhere the father under him is hiding behind bars. He hesitatingly asked her
“beta, The blouse is spilling oil.”
“I can’t open it pitaji,” Nandita said.
She was sensing his hands but the trust she put in him is another thing. He can’t-do anything wrong. Nandita assumes him as her hero and the attention he was giving her today was not the normal thing to her. So, somewhere she was living her dream.
“okay beta,”
He said listening to her words and put his hand on her bare young skin. Moving his hand to her abdomen and slipping her skirt a bit down. He was massaging her so well that maybe she didn’t notice her lowered skirt. The devil under sheets was rising. She was laying down under the night sky with skirt up to her thighs and lowered to her exposed lower back’s cleavage.
Randhir was aroused by her daughter’s beauty. He spilled some oil over her lower back and slipped his hand under her skirt feeling the flesh of her ass. He was now really navigating her corners. He unties the knot of Nandita’s skirt and made it loose, He was really not just massaging her. The pain was gone and it was replaced by the relief of her father’s strong hand.
Willingly or unwilling the semi-naked lying Nandita open herself in front of her father. Her breath became heavy, heartbeat rose when Randhir slip his hands through untouched areas. He didn’t expose her fully. His one hand was feeling her back cleavage which was smudged with slippery oil.
Nandita was showing her uneasiness she curled her skirt up to her upper thighs. Her lustrous white thighs were all rising the temperature. The father in him was lost somewhere else. He placed one of his hand on her thigh and parted her legs apart. Both daughter and father were not speaking to each other. Their subconscious mind doesn’t want to destroy the morning.
Then, Randhir glossed her thigh with oil and slipped his hand in her groin area. His fingers dipped deep into her pussy parting the tight lips and perky small bush. She was not wearing panty. Randhir was pushing his finger in and out. The atmosphere was sensual. He placed her legs on his lap and parted it fully opening her skirt above her waist.
The too and fro motion become vigorous as the lubrication increase with Nandita’s will. She was sweating on that cold morning heavenly. Randhir freed his lungi and opened his penis, the sensualism in the atmosphere was on high it crossed the barrier of relationship. Randhir rides behind his daughter and lay down he sniffed and move her hair. She was breathing heavily he can sense that. He moved her hair and faced her for the 1st time her eyes were a closed tear rolling down from her cheeks.
He came close and planted a soft kiss. He holds her waist and inserted his fully erect penis into her soft blossom. He touched it around the groin area for raising the heat. His manhood was wet with his precum. He pushed a bit and the penis entered in tearing her dignity, relationship and of course virginity. She cried in pain loud. He rolled his penis in consuming the heat of her body. She digs her fingers deep in his body due to pain and excitement.
Then, he started thrusting hard in and out. The noise of lovemaking was in the air under the moonlight. Randhir was holding her hard and want to feel her the extreme pain. He was thrusting hard and after some thrust. Randhir stretched his legs and started thumping fast. Caressing Nandita’s firm 18-year-old breasts with his hand, he experienced climax and fell on her daughter’s young body. He slowly crawled to her ear and said “Thank u dear!” in Nandita’s ear. The cot was drained by her 1st blood and their love juice.
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