Kumar Apartment Season 2 Part 46 Beti Ne Kiya PAPA Ko Fail
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Kumar Apartment : Season 2 – Part 68 (Beti Ki Masti Mein Papa Ki Fantasy) free porn video
Narrated by Swati
Hi friends, main Swati. Aap logo ne mein padha kaise papa se main apne gande irade ko poore karwati hun. Ek ek kar apne padhaaw par aage badh rahi thi. Meri ichcha yahi thi ki papa ke sath bharpoor maza le saku.
Papa na chaahte hue bhi meri baato ke aghosh mein apna sara mardana rass meri choot mein bhar dale. Mujhe to kafi maza aaya par papa ise galat samajh baithe. Woh ek baap hokar apni hi beti ke andar apna beej dalne ko ghor paap maan baithe.
Waise bhi ye saare mard aise hi hote hai. Ek baar inka pani nikal gaya to fir saadhu santt wale vichaar aane lag jaate hai inko. Yahi hua jab kuch 10–15-minute baad papa apne kamre se wapas aaye.
Main ab bhi sofe par nangi padi hui thi jiss awastha mein woh mujhe chor gaye the. Is intezaar mein ki papa ke wapas aate hi sex ka khel dubara shuru karenge.
Par mujhe dekh papa bole: Tum kapde pehan kyu nahi leti?
Main danto mein ungliya kaat apni jangho ko khole rakh unko choot dikhati hui boli: Kyu, waise bhi aap to utaar hi doge.
Papa: Nahi nahi, ab aur nahi.
Main uth baithi aur boli: Kyu? Kya hua, aap ko pasand nahi aaya?
Papa: Nahi beta, ek to ye galat hai aur uspar baar-baar nahi.
Main: Offo papa, konsa hum roz karenge. Aapki chuttiya khatam hone ke baad kaha miloge aap mujhe aise?
Papa: Haan par kuch hi der pahle kiye the na, to ab aaj aur nahi.
Main unke paas jakar unke seene par ungli pherti hui boli: To kya, papa aap woh nahi karna chahte jiss bare mein hum baat kiye?
Papa: Kiss bare mein?
Main honto ko kaat boli: Mujhe peeche se karne ki.
Papa: Nahi! bilkul nahi, ab jao tum kapde pehno. Ab aaj aur bilkul nahi.
Ye kahte hue papa mere hath ko pakad mujhe door kar diye. Main muh phulati hui jakar floor se apne pheke kapde liye aur apne room chali gayi. Apne bistar par ja giri aur sochne lagi ki agar papa aise rahe to meri baat nahi banne wali.
Maa ko abhi aane mein aur 2 ghante the. Mujhe is 2 ghante ka sahi upyog karni thi. Lekin papa ko dubara taiyaar bhi karni thi mujhe. Tab ek mast si shaitaani bhari vichaar aayi.
Jaldi se agle 15-minute nahayi. Fir apni poorane kapdo ki briefcase khol kar usme woh khojne lagi jo mujhe chahiye thi. 5–10-minute mein sab nikali aur fir pehan kar balo ko sawar tip-top hokar room se bahar nikli.
Apne kamre se nikalte hi dekhi to papa sofe par baithe newspaper padh rahe the. Unki peeth meri taraf thi to woh mujhe dekh nahi sakte the.
Main apni darwaze ke paas khadi boli: Papa!
Papa bina mujhe dekhe bole: Haan!
Main: Kya aapka ab sachme mann nahi kuch karne ka?
Papa: Bola na nahi!
Main: Please…
Papa: Nahi bola to nahi, ab zid mat karo.
Main unke taraf jaati hui boli: To fir theek hai main ja rahi hun.
Mere pairo mein pahni jooti ke awaaz se woh mujhe samajh gaye ki main sachme kahi ja rahi hun. Bina dekhe pooche: Kaha ja rahi ho!
Main unke paas jakar peeche se unke kaan mein boli: Tuition classes!
Papa sar ghuma kar mujhe dekh bole: Tuition!
Aur fir unki nazar mere kapdo ke taraf gayi. Main aage chalti hui unke samne jaa khadi hui aur boli: Haan! Tuition classes, aapke sath!
Main apni purani school uniform pehani hui thi. Papa se mujhe pata chala ki unhe main apni school ki uniform mein kafi sexy lagti thi. To sochi isse badiya dress aur kuch nahi hogi jo papa ko mere liye line par la sake.
Pairo mein kali jooti aur safed moja, upar safed shirt par sweater aur neeche kali laal check skirt. Purani skirt hone ke karan ab woh mere liye aur bhi choti th. Meri chikni gori jaangho ka poora hissa dikha rahi thi. Papa ek tak mujhe upar se neeche dekh rahe the. Unke shakal ka rang udd chukka tha, koi shak nahi ki main kafi sexy lag rahi thi unko.
Papa: Ye… ye kya hai?
Main apni ek anghute ko choosti hui boli: Main aapki badmash student papa!
Papa hass spade aur bole: Ha-ha-ha, tum pagal ho!
Main: Hmm… nahi main pagal nahi.
Papa: To fir kya ho, ye kya hai, ha-ha-ha!
Main aankh marti hui boli: Main aapki naughty student aur aap mere naughty daddy.
Papa apne god par newspaper rakh bole: Uff… tum bhi na beta, ha-ha-ha!
Main: Bataiye na papa, kaisi lag rahi hun main?
Papa: Bilkul nautanki.
Main unki god par rakhi newspaper kheech li aur boli: Sachme? Aisa to nahi lag raha.
News paper ke uthate hi mujhe jo umeed thi wahi hua. Papa ke payjame mein unka lund phula hua tha. Beshak mere iss roop ka hi asar tha woh.
Papa: Are tum…
Main adaao ke sath uniform ke sath pehni sweater nikal kar boli: Kya main sachme aapko nautanki dikh rahi hun ya…?
Papa apne maathe par sar rakh gaye aur bole: Pata nahi kya karu is badmaash ladki ka.
Main: Main bataun kya kariye?
Papa mere taraf dekhe to main boli: Agar main itni badmaas hun to, mujhe theek kariyena papa.
Papa: Woh kaise?
Main: Punishment dekar.
Papa: Ha-ha-ha! Woh to sahi kaha, tumhe sudharne ki sakt zarurat hai.
Main unke bagal ja baithi aur poochi: Kaise sudharoge aap papa!
Papa: Pitaayi karke.
Main aankh maar boli: Kaha?
Papa mazaak mein daant meenchte hue bole: Tum tum na…
Main khadi hui aur sofe ke dusre taraf bhaag gayi. Papa samajh gaye the ki meri ichcha ab unke sath unki badmaash school girl bann ke khelne ki thi, aur shayad yahi unki bhi thi. Woh news paper ko role karte hue use ek dande ke akaar mein lappet mere taraf haste hue aane lage.
Papa: Abhi batata hun tumhe.
Main khilkhila kar hasti hui kabhi sofe ke idhar to kabhi udhar bhagti. Apni choti skirt ko uchalti hui papa ko kabhi lubhati to kabhi chidaati.
Main: Kya hua papa… mujhe pakad nahi paoge aap, ha-ha-ha!
Papa bhi haste aur mujhe mazaak mein daante. Kabhi sofe ke aage aate to kabhi peeche. Main unhe chidaati hui kabhi apni skirt uthake dikhati. Kabhi apne shirt ke button khol unhe lubhati. Kabhi living room se dining to kabhi wapas.
Dheere dheere papa jab thakne lage to main boli: Kya hua papa, thak gaye itni jaldi? Nahi pakad paoge aap mujhe, ha-ha-ha!
Ye kahti hui main living se apne room ko bhagi. Room ko is liye gayi kyu ki agar main aise bhaagte rahti to papa mujhe kabhi na pakad pate. Issi liye room aa gayi taaki main pakdi jaun.
Ye baat papa bhi jaante the. Mere peeche mere room ke darwaze ke paas aakar haafte hue bole: Badmash… ab kaha jaogi.
Main nautanki karti hui boli: Oh… nahi papa… ye cheating hai!
Papa andar aate hue mud kar darwaza band karte hue bole: Ab dekhti hun kaha bhagti ho.
Main mann hi mann sochi ki bhagna chahta bhi kaun hai. Main to chahti hi hun ki papa mujhe ragad ke saza de. Lekin fir papa se main boli: Are nahi, please papa mujhe bahar jane dijiye.
Papa mere taraf aate hue bole: Bohut bhagayi mujhe ab tum kaha bhagogi mujhse, ha-ha-ha!
Main palat kar bed par chahdi. Unse bhagne ka natak kar ghutno par bed par idhar udhar chalne lagi. Chahti to bed ke dusri aor ja sakti thi lekin main unse aur bhagna nahi chahti thi. Papa peeche se aaye aur meri taang pakad apne taraf kheech liye.
Main: Aaaa, papa nahi sorry!
Papa: Bohut bhagayi na, ab batata hun.
Itna kahte hue peeche se woh meri skirt uthaye aur panty ke upar se hi meri gand par halke se thappad de mare.
Main unhe chidati hui boli: Ha-ha-ha, nahi lagi mujhe.
Papa: Achcha!
Ye kahte hue woh is bar meri gand par thodi aur zor se de mare.
Main apni gand daanyi baayi hilati hui boli: Aap to kisi bachche jaise mar rahe hai, ha-ha-ha!
Main unhe uksa rahi thi taaki woh meri gand sachme maar ke laal hi kar de. Aur yahi hua jab woh teesri baar mare. Woh itni zor se de mare ki unki har ek ungli ki chaap se meri gand ki twacha lahra gayi aur main dard ke sath masti mein sihar uthi.
Main: Issss… Papa!
Papa: Ab laga!
Main: Mmm… nahi!
Papa is bar aur zor se de mare aur bole: Badmash aur sataaogi mujhe?
Main sar palat kar peeche unhe dekh boli: Haan! Aur sataaungi aapko.
Papa meri panty ko neeche jangho tak kheech utaare aur meri nangi gand par thapad marte hue bole: Sataaogi bolo?
Main: Issss! Haan, main nahi sudhrungi, khoob sataaungi aapko!
Papa samajh gaye the ki mujhe unse apni gand par thappad khane ki hod lagi hui thi. To woh bhi shant na baithe aur lagataar 5 se 6 zor ki thappado ki barish karte hue meri gand laal kar dale.
Papa: Ab bol, karogi dubara?
Main: Yes, daddy! Karungi.
Mere muh se “Yes, daddy,” sunn shayad woh aur uttejit ho utthe. Aur dubara usi lahrate jagah par 3-4 thapad maar baithe. Fir meri panty ko pakad meri tango se kheech nikale aur bole: Tumhe sachme sudharne ki zarurat hai, kafi bigad gayi ho.
Main unhe apni nangi gand hilakar dikhati hui boli: Haan, aur bigdungi agar aap sudhare nahi to.
Ispar papa meri tang pakad mujhe bistar par ghumakar peet ke bal gira diya. Aur meri dono jangho par ek-ek kar thappad marte hue mujhe janghe phailane par majboor kar bole: Ab bhi nahi!
Main phaili jangho ke saath apni geeli choot unhe dikhati hui daanto ko meech kar boli: Nahi, nahi sudhrungi.
Papa ne ek pal na lagaya aur dubara apne hath upar uthaaye par mujhe chaokate hue. Is baar meri jaangh par nahi, seedhe meri choot ki honto par thappad de mare.
Main sihar uthi aur boli: Isss… ahhh… Papa!
Papa: Ab pata chala, bolo! Sudhrogi ya nahi!
Main jaanti thi woh kyu aise baar baar pooch rahe the. Woh chahte the ki main kisi ziddi bigdi ladki ke tarah na kahu aur woh mujhe uski saza de. Aur yahi main bhi to chahti thi.
Main: Nahi, bilkul nahi sudhrungi, kya karloge aap.
Papa is bar meri choot par 2 thappad mare. Fir meri choot ki honto ko ungliyo mein dabakar cheeti kaat bole: Ab bhi nahi.
Woh meri jangho ko aur failate hue meri choot ke paas jaa pahunche. Aur meri choot ko sungh kar bole: Tumhari badmashi aaj main nikal phekunga.
Main neeche unhe dekh boli: To nikaliyena, I challenge you papa!
Papa kuch na bole aur meri choot ko choom liye. Fir meri choot mein aayi nami ko chaatne lage. Main unki jeeb se hoti ragad ka maza leti hui unhe dekhti rahi. Papa kabhi aankh uthakar upar mere taraf dekhte to fir wapas meri choot ko khane lag jaate.
Main maze mein laeti apne honto ko kaat unhe choot khilati hui boli: Mmmm… papa… isse main nahi sudharne wali.
Ispar papa meri choot ki honto ko apne danto se halke kaat kheechte hue mujhe tadpaane lage.
Main: Ahh!
Agle kuch 5–6-minute woh meri choot khate rahe aur fir main boli: Papa, aise to main nahi sudharne wali.
Papa: To kaise sudhrogi.
Main: Aapke dande ki maar se shayad sudhar jaun!
Papa samajh gaye ki main kiss dande ki baat kar rahi hun. Aur uth khade hue aur apne shirt aur payjame ko nikal pheke. Apne tanne lumbe lund ko hath mein kisi dande ke tarah pakad mere samne jhulate hue bole: Ab isse padegi tumhe maar!
Main: To mariyena papa, jaha aap chaho, dekhte hai ki main sudhrungi ya nahi.
Papa meri baat se chidte hue hath aage badhaaye aur mere kaan ko pakad kheechte hue bole: Khoob maar padegi tumhe ab.
Ye kahte hue woh mujhe meri kaan se pakad uthakar baithaye. Main unhe aur uksane ke liye unke hath pakad bistar par kheechi. Peet ke bal girakar unke tango ke beech baith boli: Khoob mariyega aur main jaanti hun is dande ko kaise aur sakt banana hai.
Ye kahti hui main jhuki aur unke lund ko apne muh mein lekar choosne lagi. Ab tak ki humari baate aur kartooto se sachme unka lund kafi sakt ho chukka tha. Itna sakt ki main uspar apni daand gadati to bhi unhe dard nahi ho raha tha.
Main chaaw se unhe dikhati aur unhe mujhe dekh dekhti hui unke lund ko khane lagi. Kabhi choosti to kabhi apni sar upar neeche hilati hui unke mote lund ko apne muh mein bhar kar muh chudwati.
Isse pahle ki woh mere muh mein jhad kar sara khel khatam kar dete main boli: Ab maza lungi aapke dande ki maar ka.
Main unke upar hoti hui apni choot ke neeche unke lund ko lekar baith gayi. Kuch der unhe uttejit kar chidane ke liye apni choot ki honto ke beech unke lund ko dabakar ragadti rahi.
Papa: Aise sirf dande ko parakhti rahogi kya?
Main unke lund ko pakad apni choot mein leti hui unke upar girti hui boli: Ahhh, papa, maarke dikhaiyena ab.
Meri baat par papa apne kamar ko upar marne lag gaye. Uske sath unka lund meri choot maarti hui mujhe meri manchaahi saza dene lagi. Main maze mein aati gayi aur meri masti dekh papa apne kamar ki maar tez karte gaye.
Papa ki sari takat apne kamar ki maar mein lagi hui thi. Jiss karan woh kuch bol nahi rahe the. Par main unki is majboori ka fayda uthati hui boli: Aahh papa, zor se lagaiye mujhe apne dande se.
Meri baato se uttejit hote hue papa meri kamar ko pakad mere andar dene lage. Unka lund tezi se meri choot mein utarti nikalti ja rahi thi. Chahe papa jitna bhi mana karle par main unhe mana hi lungi. Is baat ki khusi meri masti ko aur tez kar rahi thi.
Agle kuch minute woh mujhe aise hi chodte rahe. Tab neeche unke payjame ke pocket mein padi unki phone ki ghanti bajne lagi.
Papa bole: Are meri phone, zara dena na.
Unke rukne par main apni kamar uchal kar chudti hui boli: Choro na papa.
Papa: Are nahi, kahi tumhari maa hui to.
Main chidti hui bistar se neeche utari aur unke payjame se phone nikal dekhi. To sachme maa hi call kar rahi thi. Main unhe phone deti hui boli: Lo, maa hai, aap baat karo main apna kaam karti hun.
Papa ke phone lete hi main unke lund ke upar choot rakh baithi to papa bole: Are abhi ruko na, baat to karne do.
Main unke lund ko pakad apni choot mein lagakar andar leti hui boli: Aap karo baat. Main apna kaam karti hun na.
Papa fir phone lekar baat karne lage aur main apni kamar upar neeche uchalti hui apni choot chodwane lagi.
Papa phone mein: Haan bolo.
Pata nahi maa kya kah rahi thi. Papa kafi der shant rahe aur main yaha apni choot mein lund leti rahi.
Papa phone mein: Haan theek hai, khana kha lenge.
Main sochne lagi khan kha lenge. Shayad maa late aane wali hai matlab jo hume khana kha lene ko kah rahi hai. Iska matlab papa ke sath aur zyada waqt milega. Is khushi ki josh mein main apni kamar aur tez uchaalne lagi.
Papa phone mein: Haan theek hai kuch zarurat pade to batana.
Papa phone kate aur peeche se meri kamar pakad bole: Badmash ladki. Papa ko phone pe baat bhi karne nahi dogi, haan?
Main: Haan, kyu iski bhi saza doge mujhe?
Papa: Haan, deni to padegi hi.
Ye kah kar papa peeche se meri kamar pakad mujhe halka upar uthaye. Fir tezi se meri aor marte hue apne lund ko teevra gati se mere andar ghusane lage. Unki raftaar unke umar se mel nahi kha rahi thi. Bhale woh itne bade umar ke the lekin unki chodne ki taakat kisi jawaan mard se kam nahi thi.
Neeche se aate unke dhakke mujhe kissi halki wastu ke tarah apne upar uchal rahi thi. Choot chudti hui unke dhakko ke karan meri tange hawa mein lahlaha rahi thi. Woh mujhe ek khilaone ke taraf apne upar rakh khel rahe the.
Woh itni tez mere andar de rahe the ki unke ando ki jholi unke har dhakke par upar meri choot par thappad maar rahi thi. Kuch der baad main unke akramak dhakko ko sambhal nahi pa rahi thi. To woh meri jangho ko pakad apas mein satakar pakad liye.
Bina ruke meri choot ke andar apna lund bedardi ke sath chodte gaye. Aise mujhe pakadne par meri choot aur zyada kass chuki thi. Shayad kasi hui choot mein chodne mein unko bhi kafi zyada maza aa raha tha.
Jiss karan woh bina thake agle 3 se 4 minute mujhe aise hi lagatar chodte rahe. Main unke lund ke maze leti hui unka khilaona bani chudti rahi aur woh mujhe phata-phat marte gaye.
Iske baad woh mujhe uthakar neeche dale aur mere samne uthne lage. Main boli: Kya hua papa, haar maan gaye mujhe sudharne mein.
Papa kuch na bole aur meri tang pakad mujhe bistar par ghumakar ghutno par baitha diye. Main unki akramakta ko dekh aur zyada uttejit hone lagi. Woh peeche se meri skirt uthaye aur meri chikni gand par zor ki thappad de mare.
Papa: Tumhe pasand hai na ye?
Main: Haan, bohut zyada.
Papa ek aur zor ki thappad mare aur main zor ki aah bol padi. Woh meri skirt ko meri kamar par tikaye aur apne lund ko meri choot mein peeche se utaar dale. Woh meri choot ki jad tak apne lund ko ghusate hue mujhe pagal karne lage.
Ek hat meri kamar par to dusre se kabhi meri gand par thapad lagate hue woh apni beti ko kisi chudakkad ladki ke tarah chodne lage. Main kabhi apni shakal bistar par chupati to kabhi unhe palat kar peeche dekhti ki woh kitne akramak ho rahe the.
Papa dhakko ke sath haafte hue bole: Badmashi kam hui tumhari ya isse bhi zyada chahiye saza.
Main unhe aur uksaane ke liye boli: Ahh, abhi kaha papa, ye to kuch bhi nahi… ahhh… mere liye.
Woh meri gand ki ched par apni ungli sahlane lage. Fir apne usi ungli go chat geela kiye aur wapas neeche le gaye. Main dekh nahi paayi lekin fir mehsoos hui ki unke lund ke sath mere andar unki ungli bhi meri gand ke andar utar rahi thi.
Main aankhe band kar halki dard ke sath maze ki baad mein bahne lagi. Woh meri choot mein lund chodte hue apni ungli meri gand mein ghusakar nikal rahe the. Meri kasi hui choti si ched mein unki moti lambi ungli dheere dheere aur fir tezi ke sath andar bahar nikalne lagi.
Choot mein lund aur gand mein ungli ek sath hone ke ehsaas ke sath mein pagal hoti gayi. Meri halat dekh papa bhi josh mein the aur unki kamar ab kafi zor ke dhakke maar rahi thi mujhe.
Ab tak papa ne mujhe itne zor se aur itne akramak hokar nahi choda tha. Unki kamar ki mere gand par maar se phat phat ki awaaz nikal rahi thi. Aur har bar us awaaz ke sath unka lund meri choot ki jadd tak maar rahi thi.
Main: Ahh, mera hone wala hai papa!
Papa meri gand se ungli kheech nikale aur fir usi hath se meri gand par thappad maar bole: Abhi kaha badmash ladki.
Ye kah kar woh apne lund ko bhi mere andar se kheech nikale. Meri kamar pakad mujhe palat kar peet ke bal bistar par laeta diye. Meri tango ko pakad faila kar woh mere beech aaye.
Apne lund ko wapas meri choot mein ghusate hue bole: Abhi papa ka punishment khatam nahi hua. Iske baad woh na aaw na taw dekhe. Meri jangho ko pakad apne kamar ko mere taraf marte gaye. Main unke vaasna ke is roop ko dekh pagal hoti hui apni kagaar par pahunchne lagi.
Papa: Jab tak main na kahu tab tak tumhari saza khatam nahi hogi.
Main: Ah! Yes papa.
Papa meri baat par apne dhakko ki gati bada diye. Aisa laga ki woh jald hi jhadne wale hai. Par woh jhade ya na jhade meri halat kharab ho rahi thi. Kyu ki main unki is berahum chudayi ke samne ab aur tik nahi sakti thi.
Kuch palo mein hi unke lagatar padti dhakko ne mere badan ko akadne par majboor kardi. Meri choot jhadti hui kasne lagi par woh kassti choot mein apne lund ka prahar karte gaye.
Meri aankhe nashe mein band ho gayi aur badan sunn padti gayi. Woh mere andar se khud ko nikale. Fir mujhe mere seene par garm pani ki cheeto ka sparsh mehsoos hui.
Aankh khol kar dekhi to woh mere paas hi ghutno par khade mere seene par meri boobs par apne rass ki pichkari maar rahe the. Main kabhi unke khade lund se nikalti cheeto ko dekhti to kabhi unke siskariya bharte chehre ko.
Kuch palo baad papa bhi thak gaye to main unke lund se tapakti rass ke akhiri boondo ko chaat gayi.
Papa: Huff!
Main: Thak gaye papa aap to.
Papa: Huffff, aur nahi to kya.
Main: Waise maa kya bolne ke liye phone ki?
Papa: Are haan, woh mishra aunty hospital mein hai.
Main: Kyu, kya hua unko?
Papa: Unke seene mein dard tha kuch to tumhari maa hospital le gayi unhe.
Main: Hmmm to kab tak aayegi ma.
Papa: Woh boli 3-3:30 tak pata nahi.
Main apne seene se unke rass ko ungli se lekar chakhti hui boli: Tab to hummm…
Papa: Kya hum?
Main ek hath se unke murjhate lund ko hilane lagi. Dusre hath se apne seene par pade rass ko samet muh mein lekar nigalti hui unhe dikha kar boli: Tab to hum ye ek aur baar kar sakte hai papa.
Main janti thi ki papa ka mann ab nahi hoga. Fir bhi unhe chidane ke liye boli. Par tabhi papa mere boob par halka thappad maar bole: Bas ek baar hi kyu? 2 ya 3 kyu nahi?
Ye kahte hi unke chehre par aayi shaitaano wali muskaan dekh main boli: Ohh yess papa. 2 ya 3 ya 5 baar! jitni baar aap chaho!
To be continued.
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