Ganga kinare wala purana bangla garmi mein saans leta tha. Patna se thodi door, aangan mein tulsi, pichwade mein handpump, aur andar ek gandi sacchai jo ghar ke log din mein “sanskar” kehte the aur raat mein chudai.
Priya 22 ki thi. College khatam, shaadi ko ek saal, 36D stan jo blouse mein dhakke nahi dhakte the. Doodh ki baat alag thi—pehli pregnancy ke baad doodh nahi ruka tha. Doctor ne kaha tha hormone. Ghar walon ne kaha tha sharam. Priya ne kaha tha kuch nahi. Raat ko bra ke cups bheeg jaate.
Uske baap Ramesh ko ye baat pata thi. Pata isliye tha kyunki usne khud haath lagaya tha.
Pehli baar tab hua tha jab Priya ke husband Amit Dubai mein project pe tha aur maid Savita ne darwaza band kar diya tha “malik so rahe hain” keh ke. Malik so nahi rahe the. Malik beti ke kamre ke darwaze pe khade the, lungi mein mota lund khada, aur beti khaat pe leti hui apne bade bhari stan se doodh nikaal rahi thi jaise koi gaaon wali gaiy.
“Papa…” Priya ki awaaz phat gayi. “Aap yahan—”
“Chup,” Ramesh ne kaha, lekin awaaz mein gussa nahi tha. Bhook thi. “Darwaza band kar. Savita ko bola hai koi aaye to keh de malik puja kar rahe hain.”
Priya ne kapde nahi dhake. Uski nazar baap ke lungi ke khime par atak gayi. Bada mota lund. Ghar mein chhupa hua raaz. “Amit ko nahi pata chahiye.”
“Amit ko pata chalna hi hai,” Ramesh bola. “Cuckold banana hai usko. Tera papa tujhe chodega, doodh piyega, aur tera aadmi dekh ke muh se virya saaf karega. Bahut gandi kahani chahiye thi na tujhe? Ab milni hai.”
Savita andar aa gayi bina pooche. 34 saal, moti kamr, aankhon mein woh gandi chamak jo naukri se zyada chudai se aati hai. “Malik, main bhi? Roz kehte ho maid ko bhi shamil karoge.”
Ramesh ne lungi girayi. Lund ne jhatka liya—kaala-sa gehra rang, motai mein kalaith jaisa, sir chamakta hua. Priya ka muh khul gaya.
“Beti, muh khol. Baap beti sex story ab sirf phone ki PDF nahi. Ab tera gala hai.”
Priya ghutnon pe aa gayi. Hinglish mein uske dimaag mein sirf ek line thi—papa ka lund meri zabaan pe. Usne chatta. Namak, pasina, ghar ka paap. Ramesh ne baal pakde aur dheere dheere gala tak ghusa diya. Priya ki aankhon mein paani. Savita peeche se Priya ke blouse ke hook kholne lagi.
Bade bhari stan bahar aaye. Doodh ki ek dhaar ne farsh pe tapkaya.
“Stan milking,” Savita ne phusphusaya jaise koi recipe ho. “Pehle doodh, phir virya. Doodh aur virya ek saath chahiye aaj.”
Ramesh nikal ke Priya ke muh se lund nikala, jhukaa, aur beti ke nipple ko muh mein le liya. Kheench. Garam doodh. Priya ki kamar kampei. Baap beti chudai ka pehla saccha taste doodh tha, lund nahi.
“Papa… andar… please.”
Usne beti ko khaat pe patka. Savita ne Priya ka chehra pakad ke apni chut pe bitha diya—face pe baithna, facesitting, desi style, saari ka pallu muh pe. Priya ki zabaan Savita ki geeli chut mein. Upar se Ramesh ne tangen kholin aur ek jhatke mein ghusa.
Pita-putri chudai. Poora. Mota lund beti ki chut mein, beti ki cheekh maid ki chut mein dab gayi.
“Teri maa ko bhi aise hi choda tha,” Ramesh ne kaha, kamr marte hue. “Farq itna hai tu doodh deti hai. Maa sharmati thi. Tu maangti hai.”
Priya ne anguliya Savita ki gaand pe chlai, muh se “aur tez papa” bola jo geela sa aaaya. Ramesh ne kamar tak dhasaya. Beti ki chut ne baap ka lund jaise pehchaan liya ho.
Cum play baad mein hua. Ramesh nahi nikaala. Andar hi jhadya. Breeding. Baap beti breeding. Garam virya ko Priya ne pair bandh ke rokne ki koshish ki. Savita ne muh lagaya us chut pe, baap ka cum aur beti ka paani saath chaata, phir Priya ke muh mein thook diya.
“Nikal, rani. Apne papa ka virya nigal. Phir doodh nikal ke uspe daal.”
Priya ne stan dabaaye. Doodh ki dhaar virya wale honthon pe giri. Doodh aur virya. Usne khud chat liya. Gandi. Bahut gandi kahani ab ghar ke kamre ki hawa ban gayi.
Amit video call pe tha us raat. Dubai ki neon peeche. Priya ne bra pehna, muskurayi, “Miss you baby.” Call ke neeche khaat pe Ramesh ka lund uski gaand ke beech pada tha. Savita camera ke bahar Priya ke nipple se doodh nikaal rahi thi jaise koi machine ho.
Cuckold shuru.
Do hafte baad Amit ghar aaya. Ramesh ne welcome pe whiskey di, phir living room mein woh clip chalayi jo Savita ne chhupa ke banayi thi—Priya ghutnon pe, “papa please andar chod do,” aur Ramesh ka mota lund uski chut chaat’ta hua.
Amit ka chehra tuta. Lund khada ho gaya. Sharam aur gussa ek saath.
“Dekh, damad,” Ramesh bola. “Teri biwi meri beti pehle hai. Aaj samuhik gangbang hai. Tu baith. Dekh. Kabhi muh laga, kabhi apna nikal. Cuckold ka kaam rotna nahi, seena hai.”
Amit nahi bhaga. Bhagta to kahani khatam ho jaati. Woh sofa pe baith gaya, fly kholi, aur apni biwi-slash-sasural ki beti ko dekhne laga.
Gangbang ke liye teen aur aaye—Ramesh ke thekedar wale dost, sab adult, sab gande. Living room ka pankha gol gol. Ganga kinare ke ghar mein Sanskrit nahi, sirf thap-thap.
Priya ko chaaropon se pakda gaya. Double penetration: baap saamne, ek dost peeche. Bada mota lund chut mein, doosra gaand mein. Priya ki cheekh. Doodh ki dhaarein dono taraf. Savita ne stan dabaye jaise buffalo. Stan milking live. Ek aadmi ne mug mein doodh liya, usmein virya milaya, Priya ke muh pe pel diya. Cum play.
“Face pe baith,” Priya ne Amit ko kaha, aankhen patli. “Teri biwi ka muh. Baap ke lund ki smell abhi hai. Chaat.”
Amit ne kiya. Cuckold complete. Uske upar Priya, uske upar Ramesh ka saaya.
Raat lambi thi. Palat-palat ke chudai. Papa beti sex story jo PDF mein “next part” hoti hai, yahan next part sofa, chhat, aur aangan ke handpump ke peeche thi. Subah Ganga ki hawa aayi to Priya ke ranon se doodh aur virya dono tapak rahe the.
Savita ne chai banayi jaise kuch hua hi na ho. “Malik, aaj phir same time?”
Ramesh ne beti ke baal sehlaaye. “Har Sunday. Puja ke baad. Beti, bol.”
Priya, 22, adult, thaki, muskurati, boli, “Papa, andar hi dena next time bhi. Breeding chalni chahiye. Amit dekhta rahe.”
Amit ne chai ka sip liya aur kuch nahi kaha. Uske shorts mein phir se khada tha.
Bahut gandi kahani ghar ki diwaroh mein reh gayi. Bahar se sirf itna dikhta—ek desi ghar, ek maid, Ganga door beh rahi, aur andhar pita-putri chudai ka chakra jo ab “family routine” ban chuka tha.
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