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"Like heaven, Kriti. Like heaven." Rajarao says, positioning his cockhead, still soaked with her juices, against her puckered asshole. Pushing forward, he slips the head in and then pulls back slightly to give her a chance to relax her sphincter. Using short, slow strokes, he slowly inches his cock into her tight asshole. When it's all the way in, he remains motionless while Kriti gets used to the intrusion.
"Oh fuck!" Kriti moans. "Why do I always forget how fucking big you are?" she asks. "You fill me up, Daddy. It feels like you're a part of me when you're in me like this," she tells him, reaching between her legs to play with her clit. "I'm ready. Fuck my ass, Daddy. Fuck it like it's the last time you'll ever fuck it!" she cries, while rubbing her clit with her fingers.
And he does, grabbing her hips with his hands, Rajarao starts pumping his huge cock in and out of his daughter's tight asshole. The friction is incredible and every time Rajarao pulls back, he has to slam down hard to get his cock back in. In no time, Rajarao feels his balls tighten and his orgasm build.
"I'm getting close, Kriti," Rajarao warns her. "How're you doing, sweetheart?" he asks, pounding his cock into her asshole, slapping his balls against her pussy lips.
"I'm almost there, Daddy," Kriti pants, rubbing feverishly at her clit.
"I can't hold on much longer, baby," Rajarao gasps as he pulls her hips hard against him, burying his cock deep in her asshole. Holding her there, his cock spasms, and he shoots his load in his little girl's ass.
That last slam into her asshole, sent Kriti over the top and she squeezed her clit between her finger and her thumb, igniting her orgasm and flooding her pussy. Shaking and shivering, she collapses on the bed, pulling her ass from around her daddy's spent cock. Rajarao falls on the bed beside her, rolling her up on her side so he can suckle at her breasts. They nuzzle together, resting, recovering, before realizing they don't have much time left and they had better take a shower.
Rajarao savors the look and feel of his daughter's succulent young body as they lather each other and slither their bodies together. Rubbing his soapy cock up and down the crack of her ass and cupping her tits from behind, he kisses her neck and tells her how much he loves her. Kriti responds by bending forward, spreading her legs and leaning her hands against the tile wall.
"Show me," she says. "Show me how much you love me, Daddy." She's smiling at him over her shoulder. Rajarao rubs his hard cock against her pussy lips a couple of times and then drives it home, pushing Kriti's head against the wall. Gripping her soapy hips with his hands, he pounds into her like a jackhammer. Kriti uses the wall for leverage and pushes back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Leaving one hand on the wall, she slips her other hand between her legs, manipulating her clit, while her daddy's massive cock mercilessly assaults her pussy.
"This... is... how... much... I... love... you!" Rajarao pants, speaking each word on the forward thrust of his cock. On the final word, he slams it home and holds it there, spewing his hot cum deep inside her hot, young pussy. Probably for the last time, he thinks.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming too, Daddy!" Kriti clamps her pussy tightly around her daddy's mammoth cock as he empties his balls into her. Balancing herself against the wall, her final orgasm of the day blasts through her, shaking her body and weakening her knees. Her daddy's grip on her hips, and her hands on the wall, is all that's holding her up.
They're unusually quiet as they towel each other off. Then as if choreographed, they both drop their towels at the same time and enfold each other in a tight embrace. Standing naked in the bathroom with their arms wrapped securely around each other, they kiss passionately, tears streaming down their cheeks.
"I love you, Daddy!" Kriti sobs.
"I love you more," Rajarao manages to choke out, recalling how they used to playfully argue who loved each other more when she was a little girl.
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Ram can't wait to get home to see if his idea worked. Before he left for school, he hid a portable recorder under his dad's bed. He used a two-hour and set it to maximum record length, which should have given him four hours of recording. He only hopes that his dad and sister continued their little rendezvous in his dad's bedroom and not Kriti's.
"Hey," he says, walking into the house. Kriti and Dad are watching TV. "How was your day?" he asks innocently.
"Great," they both answer, not looking at each other or him.
"Good," he says. "I'm going to change and do my homework," he calls back over his shoulder as he heads down the hall. Checking to see that they aren't watching, he ducks into his dad's room and snatches his recorder from under the bed.
Back in his own room, he rewinds to the start. It's pretty muffled at first and then gets clearer. Fast-forwarding, he hears Kriti cry out for Dad to fuck her hard. That's all he needs. He scans through the entire tape, selecting the most compromising passages. He connects his recorder to his computer and copy to his hard drive. After burning an audio CD of the most incriminating parts, he waits for the right time to execute the next part of his plan. Listening to his sister and dad fuck was really hot and his cock is aching for a chance to fuck his sister.
Kriti has had an exhausting day, both physically and emotionally. She and her daddy were able to maintain normal conversation with her mom and brother all through dinner, talking about the wedding, Cherry's arrival the next day and the success of her mom's trip. Not long after dinner, she excused herself and went to her bedroom. Lying on her bed, with conflicting emotions running through her brain, she barely heard her brother's knock on her door.
"Hey Sis," Ram says, opening the door and entering his sister's bedroom. She's lying on her bed on her stomach and his cock stirs at the sight of her firm ass inside her skintight jeans.
"What do you want?" Kriti asks, turning on her side and flashing an annoyed look at her brother.
"Not much, Sis," he answers, sitting on the edge of her bed with a CD player in his hand. "Just a little bit of what you're giving Dad," he smiles.
"What are you talking about?" she says, sitting up quickly and starring into his eyes. Kriti is flustered; she doesn't want this conversation to be happening.
"Just this," Ram says, pushing play on the CD player. Kriti's voice fills the room, "Oh fuck, Daddy! I'm cumming again! Keep fucking me hard like that! Ohhhhh fuck!" Then her dad's voice says, "Remember the first time we did it in your ass?" Ram pushes the off button.
"Give me that, you fucking pervert." Kriti reaches for the CD player. This can't be happening. Not now. It's all over between her and Dad. She's ready to start a new life with Cherry and now her brother wants to ruin it.
"This is just highlights," Ram says, letting her have the CD player. "Sort of a greatest hits. I have the entire in a safe place." Kriti is starring at him incredulously.
"Why?" Kriti asks. "Why did you do this? How did you know?" She's panicked. She tries to calm down. Her brother doesn't hate her. Whatever he has in mind, she has to call his bluff.
"I saw you sneaking into his room last night," Ram answers. "I watched you; you are an incredible fuck, Sis. I heard your plan for today and I did this for leverage," Ram says, pointing at the CD player. "I want you to fuck me like you fucked Dad."
"And what makes you think I'd even consider that?" she asks disgustedly. How can this be happening?
"Because you don't want Mom or Cherry to have a copy of this," Ram says smugly. "And that's what'll happen unless you do what I want." Would he really do it? Would her own brother ruin her life?
"Fuck you, Ram, and grow up!" Kriti shouts, and then lowers her voice. "You're not going to do anything with this and I'm certainly not going to be your sex slave or whatever sick perverted thing you want to call it. Now get the fuck out of here, you perverted asshole!" Kriti pushes him towards the door.
"I'm a perverted asshole?" Ram asks incredulously. "Who's been fucking their own father for the past four years?" Ram asks. "Think about it, Sis," Ram says, calmly. "This could ruin your marriage, Mom and Dad's marriage and for what? Because 'Little miss fuck me in the ass, Daddy' is too prim and proper to do for her brother, what she's doing for her father," Ram says, leaving her room and closing the door.
Fuck! That didn't work out the way he expected. Now what? She was right. He's not going to drop the dime on her to Mom or Cherry. He just wants to fuck her. Fuck! He handled that all wrong. He wonders if there is another way to get to her. He sits at his computer and loads the wave files onto his IPOD. He's going to listen to his sister and dad fuck while he tries to figure this out.
Kriti is crying into her pillow. Would her little brother really give this CD to Mom? Oh god! She can't even imagine the consequences for her family. And what about Cherry? He'd never understand. She sits up and dries her eyes. She can't take that chance. She hates giving into her brother's blackmail but she doesn't really have much choice. And it's not like she's never had casual sex and Ram is over eighteen. She'll just do what he wants and get it over with. First, she needs to convince him that it has to be a one-time thing and happen before her marriage this weekend.
Kriti opens Ram's door without knocking. He's lying on his bed listening to his IPOD. She notices a bulge in his pants and wonders if he's thinking about her. She closes his door and walks to his bed, touching him on the shoulder, startling him.
"Hey," Ram says, pulling the ear buds from his ears and shutting down his IPOD. His sister is just standing demurely by his bed.
"Oh fuck!" Kriti moans. "Why do I always forget how fucking big you are?" she asks. "You fill me up, Daddy. It feels like you're a part of me when you're in me like this," she tells him, reaching between her legs to play with her clit. "I'm ready. Fuck my ass, Daddy. Fuck it like it's the last time you'll ever fuck it!" she cries, while rubbing her clit with her fingers.
And he does, grabbing her hips with his hands, Rajarao starts pumping his huge cock in and out of his daughter's tight asshole. The friction is incredible and every time Rajarao pulls back, he has to slam down hard to get his cock back in. In no time, Rajarao feels his balls tighten and his orgasm build.
"I'm getting close, Kriti," Rajarao warns her. "How're you doing, sweetheart?" he asks, pounding his cock into her asshole, slapping his balls against her pussy lips.
"I'm almost there, Daddy," Kriti pants, rubbing feverishly at her clit.
"I can't hold on much longer, baby," Rajarao gasps as he pulls her hips hard against him, burying his cock deep in her asshole. Holding her there, his cock spasms, and he shoots his load in his little girl's ass.
That last slam into her asshole, sent Kriti over the top and she squeezed her clit between her finger and her thumb, igniting her orgasm and flooding her pussy. Shaking and shivering, she collapses on the bed, pulling her ass from around her daddy's spent cock. Rajarao falls on the bed beside her, rolling her up on her side so he can suckle at her breasts. They nuzzle together, resting, recovering, before realizing they don't have much time left and they had better take a shower.
Rajarao savors the look and feel of his daughter's succulent young body as they lather each other and slither their bodies together. Rubbing his soapy cock up and down the crack of her ass and cupping her tits from behind, he kisses her neck and tells her how much he loves her. Kriti responds by bending forward, spreading her legs and leaning her hands against the tile wall.
"Show me," she says. "Show me how much you love me, Daddy." She's smiling at him over her shoulder. Rajarao rubs his hard cock against her pussy lips a couple of times and then drives it home, pushing Kriti's head against the wall. Gripping her soapy hips with his hands, he pounds into her like a jackhammer. Kriti uses the wall for leverage and pushes back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Leaving one hand on the wall, she slips her other hand between her legs, manipulating her clit, while her daddy's massive cock mercilessly assaults her pussy.
"This... is... how... much... I... love... you!" Rajarao pants, speaking each word on the forward thrust of his cock. On the final word, he slams it home and holds it there, spewing his hot cum deep inside her hot, young pussy. Probably for the last time, he thinks.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming too, Daddy!" Kriti clamps her pussy tightly around her daddy's mammoth cock as he empties his balls into her. Balancing herself against the wall, her final orgasm of the day blasts through her, shaking her body and weakening her knees. Her daddy's grip on her hips, and her hands on the wall, is all that's holding her up.
They're unusually quiet as they towel each other off. Then as if choreographed, they both drop their towels at the same time and enfold each other in a tight embrace. Standing naked in the bathroom with their arms wrapped securely around each other, they kiss passionately, tears streaming down their cheeks.
"I love you, Daddy!" Kriti sobs.
"I love you more," Rajarao manages to choke out, recalling how they used to playfully argue who loved each other more when she was a little girl.
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Next Part
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Ram can't wait to get home to see if his idea worked. Before he left for school, he hid a portable recorder under his dad's bed. He used a two-hour and set it to maximum record length, which should have given him four hours of recording. He only hopes that his dad and sister continued their little rendezvous in his dad's bedroom and not Kriti's.
"Hey," he says, walking into the house. Kriti and Dad are watching TV. "How was your day?" he asks innocently.
"Great," they both answer, not looking at each other or him.
"Good," he says. "I'm going to change and do my homework," he calls back over his shoulder as he heads down the hall. Checking to see that they aren't watching, he ducks into his dad's room and snatches his recorder from under the bed.
Back in his own room, he rewinds to the start. It's pretty muffled at first and then gets clearer. Fast-forwarding, he hears Kriti cry out for Dad to fuck her hard. That's all he needs. He scans through the entire tape, selecting the most compromising passages. He connects his recorder to his computer and copy to his hard drive. After burning an audio CD of the most incriminating parts, he waits for the right time to execute the next part of his plan. Listening to his sister and dad fuck was really hot and his cock is aching for a chance to fuck his sister.
Kriti has had an exhausting day, both physically and emotionally. She and her daddy were able to maintain normal conversation with her mom and brother all through dinner, talking about the wedding, Cherry's arrival the next day and the success of her mom's trip. Not long after dinner, she excused herself and went to her bedroom. Lying on her bed, with conflicting emotions running through her brain, she barely heard her brother's knock on her door.
"Hey Sis," Ram says, opening the door and entering his sister's bedroom. She's lying on her bed on her stomach and his cock stirs at the sight of her firm ass inside her skintight jeans.
"What do you want?" Kriti asks, turning on her side and flashing an annoyed look at her brother.
"Not much, Sis," he answers, sitting on the edge of her bed with a CD player in his hand. "Just a little bit of what you're giving Dad," he smiles.
"What are you talking about?" she says, sitting up quickly and starring into his eyes. Kriti is flustered; she doesn't want this conversation to be happening.
"Just this," Ram says, pushing play on the CD player. Kriti's voice fills the room, "Oh fuck, Daddy! I'm cumming again! Keep fucking me hard like that! Ohhhhh fuck!" Then her dad's voice says, "Remember the first time we did it in your ass?" Ram pushes the off button.
"Give me that, you fucking pervert." Kriti reaches for the CD player. This can't be happening. Not now. It's all over between her and Dad. She's ready to start a new life with Cherry and now her brother wants to ruin it.
"This is just highlights," Ram says, letting her have the CD player. "Sort of a greatest hits. I have the entire in a safe place." Kriti is starring at him incredulously.
"Why?" Kriti asks. "Why did you do this? How did you know?" She's panicked. She tries to calm down. Her brother doesn't hate her. Whatever he has in mind, she has to call his bluff.
"I saw you sneaking into his room last night," Ram answers. "I watched you; you are an incredible fuck, Sis. I heard your plan for today and I did this for leverage," Ram says, pointing at the CD player. "I want you to fuck me like you fucked Dad."
"And what makes you think I'd even consider that?" she asks disgustedly. How can this be happening?
"Because you don't want Mom or Cherry to have a copy of this," Ram says smugly. "And that's what'll happen unless you do what I want." Would he really do it? Would her own brother ruin her life?
"Fuck you, Ram, and grow up!" Kriti shouts, and then lowers her voice. "You're not going to do anything with this and I'm certainly not going to be your sex slave or whatever sick perverted thing you want to call it. Now get the fuck out of here, you perverted asshole!" Kriti pushes him towards the door.
"I'm a perverted asshole?" Ram asks incredulously. "Who's been fucking their own father for the past four years?" Ram asks. "Think about it, Sis," Ram says, calmly. "This could ruin your marriage, Mom and Dad's marriage and for what? Because 'Little miss fuck me in the ass, Daddy' is too prim and proper to do for her brother, what she's doing for her father," Ram says, leaving her room and closing the door.
Fuck! That didn't work out the way he expected. Now what? She was right. He's not going to drop the dime on her to Mom or Cherry. He just wants to fuck her. Fuck! He handled that all wrong. He wonders if there is another way to get to her. He sits at his computer and loads the wave files onto his IPOD. He's going to listen to his sister and dad fuck while he tries to figure this out.
Kriti is crying into her pillow. Would her little brother really give this CD to Mom? Oh god! She can't even imagine the consequences for her family. And what about Cherry? He'd never understand. She sits up and dries her eyes. She can't take that chance. She hates giving into her brother's blackmail but she doesn't really have much choice. And it's not like she's never had casual sex and Ram is over eighteen. She'll just do what he wants and get it over with. First, she needs to convince him that it has to be a one-time thing and happen before her marriage this weekend.
Kriti opens Ram's door without knocking. He's lying on his bed listening to his IPOD. She notices a bulge in his pants and wonders if he's thinking about her. She closes his door and walks to his bed, touching him on the shoulder, startling him.
"Hey," Ram says, pulling the ear buds from his ears and shutting down his IPOD. His sister is just standing demurely by his bed.