Kumar Apartment : Season 2 – Part 23 (Naadani Mein Besharmi)
beti, lund, panty

Hi friends, aap sabko meri bohut bohut shubkaamnaye. Aaj ka episode Swati ka hai jo episode 20 ka agla bhaag hai. Swati apne papa ke saath match dekhne ke bahane maasumiyat ka khel khelti hai. Fir kuch aur hi rango ke khel khelne lag jaati ho. Aap apni raay mujhe mere mail par zaroor bheje. [email protected] Narrated By Swati Papa ke sath meri badmashi bhari khel mein mujhe kaafi maza aa raha tha. Jiss tarah se maine unki chupi niyat ke sath kheli, usme mujhe ek ajeeb si masti mill rahi thi. Waise bhi mardo ko tarsaane wali khel mein to main mahir hi thi. Meri t-shirt poori geeli thi pani girne se. Meri nipple to mano nokili hokar t-shirt phadne wali thi. Saaf tha ki papa ko mere boobs ki akar t-shirt par dikh rahi thi. Main unke samne khadi hokar boli: Kitna over baaki hai? Papa: Abhi to second inning shuru hi hua hai. 1 over hi hua hai. 19 baaki hai. Main uth kadi hui aur unhe dekh nadaan banti hui boli: Tab to abhi bohut time hai khel khatm hone mein. Aur agar main is geeli t-shirt mein rahi to shayad bukhar ho jaye. Meri baat sun papa mujhe aankh phaad kar dekhne lage. Shayad woh soch rahe the ki kahi main unke samne apni t-shirt na utaar pheku. Main unhe dekh muskurati hui palti. Aur kamar lachkati hui apni choti skirt se jangho ki achi pradarshan karti hui apne kamre ko chal padi. Room jakar darwaza band ki aur apni t-shirt nikal pheki. Halmari se doosri t-shirt nikali aur use pehan li. Waise to meri skirt zyada gili nahi hui thi. Lekin kuch zyada sochi nahi aur skirt khol pheki aur ek panty pehankar papa ke armano ke sath khelne nikal gayi. Papa TV ke taraf dekh rahe the aur unhe pata nahi chala ki main unke paas aa gayi. Jaise hi TV ki roshni mein unhe mere paas hone ka ehsaas hua to woh meri taraf dekhe. Fir unki aankhe phati ki phati rah gayi. Main unke samne sirf t-shirt aur panty mein khadi thi. T-shirt itni bhi badi nahi thi, woh sirf meri naavi se thodi neeche tak ki lambaayi ki thi. Isse unhe meri panty saaf dikh rahi thi. Mere paas lambi wali t-shirt to thi par achcha hua ki mere hath ye lagi. Main: Kya hua? Aap aise kyu dekh rahe hai? Papa: Nahi kuch… Achanak aayi to ghabra gaya. Main: Kyu? Aapko kya laga ki bhoot aa gaya? Ha ha ha! Papa: Nahi woh nahi… Tumari skirt kaha gayi? Main: Woh to maine nikal di, gili thi. Papa: To doosri pehanlo na. Main: Woh… Baki sab washing machine mein hai. Dhone ke liye dali to thi par on karna bhool gayi. Papa: Hmm hmm… Theek hai theek hai. Main tab apni t-shirt ki nichle hisse se apni panty chupati hui boli: Ye ek hi dhuli hui t-shirt mili woh bhi choti nikli. Papa gale se thook ka niwala gatakte hue bole: Haa… Haan woh to hai. Main fir bacho ki tarah hasti hui papa ke bagal mein baithi aur boli: Waise bhi koi to hai nahi to fir koi problem nahi. Main aise baithi ki meri nangi janghe unke payjame ke upar se unki jangho ko ragadti hui chipak gayi. Fir apni taang samne ki table par seedhi rakh kar baith unke sath match dekhne lagi. Kuch der ke liye sannata hi chha gaya. Papa ke to mano maine bolti hi band kar di thi. Itne mein papa bole: Aaj kya hua tum yaha aa gayi. Hamesha to apne room se nikalti bhi nahi ho. Main ye to kah nahi sakti thi ki papa ko tarsane ka khel khelne aayi hu. To boli: Woh aaj mummy nahi haina. Warna hamesha unka kitir pitir laga rahata hai. Main unki baah ko pakad unke kandhe par apna sar rakh aage boli: Aap maa jaisi nahi ho, usi liye aa gayi. Aise unke baah ko apne hath mein li to meri boob se unka baazu chipak gaya. Woh bole: Haan kabhi kabhi tumhari maa zyada bol deti hai. Main: Kabhi kabhi kya? Jab dekho zyada hi bolti hai. Aapko unke alawa koi aur nahi mili kya? Papa hasne lage aur mere sar pe apne doosre hath se sahlate hue bole: Ha ha ha! Are pagli agar tumhari maa se shadi nahi karta to tum kaha se hoti yaha. Main: Ho hi nahi sakta. Papa: Kya nahi ho sakta? Main: Ki apne mummy se shadi ki to main hui. Papa: Are! Ye kya bol rahi ho? Main: Aur nahi to kya. Mummy kitni boring hai. Adarsh, tameez, bhakti, pooja, ye woh woh ye, ufff. Aur mujhe dekho. Main jab boli ki mujhe dekho to unki nazar seedhi TV ki roshni mein chamakti meri chikni jangho par gayi. Tab main unka chehra pakad apne taraf dekhati hui unko boli: Offo papa waha nahi yaha mujhe dekho. Mere aise bolne par woh thode ghabra gaye aur mujhe dekh bole: Haan haan dekha. Main: Kya dikha? Kya mujhe dekh aisa kuch bhi hai jo unse milti hai? Papa: Ab main isme kya bolu? Main: Meri aadat unse nahi milti. Meri shakal unse nahi milti aur to aur ye dekho. Itna kahti hui main sofe se uthi aur unke samne apni kamar par hath rakh khadi ho gayi. Unke samne bas ek choti t-shirt aur panty mein khadi unhe apni tange poora khule aam dikhati hui boli: Meri figure bhi unse nahi milti. Dekho. Milti hai kya. Papa mujhe upar se neeche hadbadate hue 2 bar dekhe par mano gale se awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Main: Boliyena. Kya meri figure maa jaisi hai? Main turant palat gayi. Unko apna pechla hisa dikhati hui sar mudakar unhe dekh boli: Dekhiye aur boliye, lagti hu kya unke jaisi. Papa himat laga kar apne gale se awaaz nikal bole: Ok ok mana nahi lagti ho ab baitho idhar wapas. Main: Hmm to ab bataiye kya main unki beti hu? Papa: Aise nahi bolte. Woh bas tumko lekar bohut chinta mein rahti hai. Tum nahi samjhogi abhi. Main: Haan haan, apne pahle bhi yahi kaha tha. Papa mere naak ko apni ungli se dabate hue laad se bole: Jab tumhari bhi tumhare jaisi ek shaitaan beti hogi tab samjhogi tum. Mien: Acha to main shaitaan hu? Papa: Ha ha ha! Aur nahi to kya, shaitaan ki amma ho tum. Main unki hath ko chiti katti hui boli: Us hisab se to aap shaitaan ke nana hue, ha ha ha! Hum dono hasne lage aur unki jis hath par cheeti kaati use lekar uski hatheli apni jangh par rakhi aur chiti kaati jagah ko sahlane lagi. Par ye to mera masoomiyat bhara bahana tha. Unke hath ko meri jaangh par rakhne ki. Main kuch aage boli nahi naa hi woh apna hath hataye. Thodi der ke liye firse chuppi ho gayi aur fir main boli: Waise papa. Papa: Offo, firse shuru. Main: Aapne mummy ke sath milkar mujhe banaya kaise? Papa: Ma… matlab. Banaya kaise matlab? Main: Matlab ki woh itni dharmik type, unke sath hua kaise. Papa: Ki… kya hua kaise. Main: Offo, kuch nahi. Papa: Tum pagal ho gayi ho. Jakar so jao. Main: Main pagal nahi. Aap buddhe ho gaye ho. Papa: Achcha, main buddha? Main: Aur nahi to kya. Papa: Kyu maine aisa kya kiya. Main: Kuch pooch to apko samajh to aata nahi. Buddho wale vichaar ho gaye hai aapke. Mummy ne apka bhi dimaag kharab kar diya apne sath. Papa: Kya poochi tum, poocho. Main: Yahi ki apne maa ke sath milkar kiya kaise. Papa: Dekho tum ye sab mujhse nahi pooch sakti beta. Main: Kyu? To aur kisse poochu? Kisi aur se pooch loon? Papa: Nahi! Kisi se nahi. Aur humne kuch nahi kiya. Tum to hame aasmaan se mili thi. Main seedhe unke muh dekh boli: Offo papa, main 2 class ki bachi nahi hu. Mujhe bhi pata hai bache kaise hote hai. Huh! Jhoota gussa dikhati hui main turant unke god mein rakhi takiya kheech kar hatadi. Jaise hi takiya hata, takiye ke neeche daba unka lund payjame mein tankar zor ka jhatka de mara. Woh hadbada gaye use chupane ke liye. Lekin maine unhe maoka nahi diya. Aur seedhe apna sir unki god mein theek lund ke paas rakh masoomiyat ka jhoota rang dikhati hui sofe par TV dekhti hui laet gayi. Papa ki majboori thi ki woh kuch na kar sakte the na bol sakte the aur iska main maze se fayda utha rahi thi. Mere sar ke neeche unka sakt lund daba hua tha aur unke na chahte hue bhi halke jhatke maar raha tha. Main bas naadan si bachi bani TV dekhti rahi aur mann hi mann muskurati bhi. Papa: Neend aa rahi hai to andar jake so jao beta. Main: Naah, nahi aa rahi. Main apne sar se halka dabaaw unke payjame mein chupe lund par deti hui aage boli: Ab to aayegi bhi nahi mujhe. Papa ghabrate hue bole: Matlab! Kyu nahi aayegi? Main: Matlab ki match dekhte haina. Neend kyu aayegi. Papa: Haan… Haan haan! Match hmm! Itne mein papa thoda araam lete hue apna ek hath neeche mere kandhe par rakhe. To woh main turan pakad kar apne seene se lagali. Par nadaan bachi ke tarah unka hath pakad kar seene se lagana bhi bahana hi tha. Aise karke maine unka haath seedhe apni t-shirt ke upar se apni boob par rakh di. Unke lund ne mere sar ke neeche ek aur halka jhatka mara. Main samajh gayi ki unki uttejna par ek aur chot lag gayi. Thodi der baad maine unka hath apne boob par chor apne sar ke neeche rakh araam se laet gayi. Ab meri hatheli mere sar aur unke lund ke beech mein thi. Mere haateli par unke sakt lund ka sparsh ache se ho rahi thi. Ab jakar pahli baar mujhe unke lund ke akaar ka sahi anubhav ho rahi thi. Papa ki to mano saans hi atak gayi thi. Shayad woh koshish mein the ki unka lund kahi zyada zor ke jhatke naa mare. To main bhi kuch kam nahi, maine apni uss hatheli ke anghute ko kaafi dheere se hilana shuru ki. Mano jaise jaan kar nahi, bas meri ungliya machal rahi ho khudse. Anghute ko dheere se hilati hui jab main unke sakt lund ko payjame ke upar se sahlaayi. Touske asar se unka hath mere boob ko halke se daba gaya. Samajh gayi ki papa ke tan badan mein mere harkat se current doud rahi thi. Dheere dheere anghute se main unke lund ko sahlati rahi aur unki ungliya bhi meri boob par waise hi dheere dheere sahlane lagi. Ek pal aisa aaya jab mere anguthe ki naakhun maine unke lund par halke se daba kar chubha di. Woh meri boob ko thodi aur zoor se daba gaye. Main kuch nahi boli. Isse ab unko bhi pata tha ki agar woh meri boob ko dabaye to main dhyan nahi dungi. Iske baad shuru hua hum dono ka chuparustam khel. Main apne aghute se unko uttejit karti hui unka lund sahlati aur woh meri boob dabate hue mujhe. Har baar pichle baar se thoda zyada. Meri nipple sakt hoti hui t-shirt se unke hath par chubne lagi. Woh use maze se sahlane lage. Meri anghute ki bhi badmashi bhari machlahat bad chuki thi. Iska asar unke lund par ache se ho raha tha. Ab unka lund meri hatheli par jhatko pe jhatke maar raha tha. Aur ab aisa lag nahi raha tha ki woh use rokne ki koi koshish bhi kar rahe ho. Aise hi thodi der ke baad baaki ungliyo se unke lund ke akaar ko dabane bhi lagi. Wahi papa bhi ab apne hath ki ungliya mere t-shirt par tani nipple ko tatolne lagi. Nadaani ka khel ab sirf main nahi woh bhi khel rahe the. Aur isme yakeenan mere saath ab unhe bhi maza aa raha tha. Soch hi rahi thi ki ab aage kaise bade ki tabhi ek wicket giri. Mujhe to pata bhi nahi ki kaonsi team khel rahi hai aur kaonsi jeet rahi hai. Bas maoka mila aur main unke lund ko zor se dabati hui “Yeah!” bol padi. Woh saham uthe aur sath hi unki ungliyo ne mere nipple par kahar barsa di. T-shirt ke upar se hi unhone badle mein meri nipple ko achi khasi nichod dali. Dard aur masti ka current meri nipple se hoti hui mere budan mein daud gayi . Par ab na hi main unke lund se pakad chor rahi thi na hi woh mere nipple se. Kuch second hum dono aise hi rahe aur fir dheel dene lage. Par iske baad se meri hatheli unke lung ko aur thoda zor se daba aur sahla rahi thi aur woh bhi wahi kar rahe the meri nipple ke sath. Sach bataun to sab itna dheere ho raha tha. Agar ye mere papa na hote to inka lund lekar mein ab tak apne muh mein le leti. Aur shayad woh bhi soch rahe honge ki agar main unki beti na hoti to ab tak woh mujhe patak kar chodna shuru kar dete. Uttejna ki aag hum dono mein bhadak rahi thi. Par saiyam koi khona nahi chahta tha. Main nahi chahti thi ki main unke samne itni gir jaun aur na hi woh ye chahte the. Is ek karan hum dono hi apne apne kaabu mein sab kar rahe the. Thodi der yahi hua aur fir main apni doosri hath apne paet ke paas le gayi. Aur apni t-shirt uthakar apni paet khujlane lagi. Bas ek aur bahana mere t-shirt ko thoda upar uthane ke liye. Iske baad main thodi apni kamar ko machli mano kaafi der se aise rahne se meri badan akad rahi ho. Fir araam ke liye apni jangho ko phaila kar laet gayi. Ab meri tange poori phaili hui thi aur papa ko uparse meri panty ka khula nazara mil raha tha. Unki ungliya kaafi maze se meri t-shirt par ubhri nipple ko sahlati to kabhi masal rahi thi. Thodi der baad main apni hath apne paet se aur thodi neeche apni panty ke elastic ke paas le gayi. Fir ungliyo ko thoda andar daalti hui apni choot ke baalo ke hisse par khujlane lagi. Zyada andar nahi le gayi aur hath ko wahi panty ke andar rakh halke halke khujlaati rahi. Meri aankhe TV ke taraf hi thi par dimaag papa par, yakeenan woh to TV nahi dekh rahe the. Unki nazre to meri naadan harkato par thi jiska asar mujhe meri nipple par unki ungliya bata rahi thi. Wahi doosri taraf meri doosri hath ab bhi papa ke lund pe tha. Unka lund payjame ke andar se har pal aur zyada sakt aur garm mehsoos ho rahi thi. Jaise jaise har pal guzra panty ke andar meri ungliya dheere dheere aur andar jaane lagi. Itna dheere ke shayad hi pata chale ki meri ungliya andar bad rahi ho. Dekhte hi dekhte kuch der baad meri ungli theek meri choot ke daane par aa gayi. Bina zyada hile dule ek hath se papa ke lund ko sahlati to wahi doosri hath se apni choot ke daane ko panty ke andar sahlane lagi. Par aisa bhi nahi tha ki papa ko pata nahi chala ki mere hath panty mein kya gul khila rahi hai. Woh ab meri nipple ko t-shirt ke sath hi halke dabaaw ke saath masal kar kheechne bhi lag gaye. Mujhe kaafi maza aa rahi thi. Meri hatheli bhi ab unke lund ke seere par pahunch chuki thi. Apni ungliyo ko machalati hui unke lund ke sire ko payjame ke sath sahlati aur dabati hui unhe bhi maza de rahi thi. Kuch hi pal baad meri un ungliyo par halki phislahat mehsoos hui. To samajh gayi ki papa ke lund se uttejna ki boonde unke payjame ko geeli karti hui meri ungliyo par lag rahi thi. Main in sabse anjaan banne ka dhong kari. Apni ungliyo se unke lund ke muh par aur achche se sahlane lagi. Kaash ki main apni ungliyo ko abhi ek baar chakh ke jaan pati ke papa ka swaad kaisa hai. Par aisa karti to hum dono ke is anjaan banne ke khel ka maza hi khatm ho jaata. Kuch der hum dono ki chuppi ke sath yahi khel chalti rahi. Firmain bore hone lagi. Papa achanak se pooche: Swati. Main sar uthakar unhe dekh boli: Haan papa. Papa: Tumhe thand nahi lag rahi hai kya? Main: Kyu? Thand kyu lagegi, room heater to on hai na. Papa: Haan par bas aise ek t-shirt mein woh bhi December mahine mein. Main tab muskurati hui boli: Are papa, room heater on hone par bhi aapko thand lagti hogi, mujhe nahi. Papa: Nahi nahi mujhe bhi utni thand nahi lag rahi. Main bas pooch raha tha. Main jhat se poochi: Acha to apko thand nahi lagti to aise hamesha full sleeve shirt aur payjame mein kyu rahte ho? Papa: Are, to aur kya pehnu? Main tab sochi ki isse acha maoka nahi milega aur boli: Mujhe dekhiyena. Yaha hu warna abhi apne room kambal ke andar hoti to ye t-shirt bhi nikal deti. Papa ka lund meri baat par neeche se mere sar par ek jhatka de mara. Papa: Kya? Hat, kuch bhi bolte rahti ho. Main: Sachi papa, abhi to aap ho yaha, warna agar main akeli yaha TV dekhti to ye panty bhi nahi pehanti. Papa hairaani ke sath pooch uthe: To? Main: Sirf ye t-shirt pehani rahti. Raat ko waise bhi main koi inner nahi pehanti. Papa: Theek hai theek hai, ye sab mujhse nahi bolni chahiye tumhe. Main nadaan si hoti hui boli: Kyu? Aapse kyu chupaun? Aap koi aur to nahi. Mere papa hi haina. Papa: Haan beta par tum. Main unhe tokti hui apni panty se hath nikali aur panty ki elastic kheechti hui boli: Ye iska jo ye elastic hai woh kaafi tight rahti hai. Rashes pad jaati hai usi liye main ye apne room mein hoti hu to nahi pehanti. Papa: Ok ok, theek hai. Woh baat ko khatm karne ki koshish mein the jab main poochi: Aap abhi pehne ho kya? Papa: Kya? Main: Underwear. Ye to ab tak woh bhi jaan gaye the ki mujhe pata hai ki woh payjame ke andar aur kuch nahi pehne hai. Shayad isi liye woh bole: Na… nahi pehna hu. Main: Achaa aur bade aaye mere ko bolne. Huh. Papa: Ha ha ha! To kya hua, maine payjama to pehna hai na. Tumhare tarah. Main jawab ke liye hak jatate hue boli: Mere tarah kya boliye? Hmm hmm boliye? Papa: Are kuch nahi baba, tumse baat karke main nahi jeetne wala. Main: Baat mat badliye, bataiye mere tarah kya, boliye. Papa mere sar ko sahlate hue bole: Tumhare tarah sirf t-shirt mein to nahi hu na. Main: Achaa! Aur ye panty kya dikh nahi rahi aapko. Papa: Haan haan dikh raha hai baba galti ho gayi. Main: Khud to pehante nahi underwear aur mujhe bol rahe hai. Turant main apne ek hath se apni panty ki elastic pakad use neeche kheechti hui nikalne lagi. To woh bole: Ye kya…. kya kar rahi ho. Main: Kyu aapne bhi to nahi pehna to main kyu pehnu? Unke god se sar na hatati hui waisi hi leti main peet ke ball apni kamar uthayi aur apni panty sarkati apne paaw se nikal kar unke chati ke taraf phek kar boli: Lo. Huh mujhe bhi nahi pehanni underwear. Woh meri panty hath mein lekar mujhe dete hue bole: Pagal ladki, lo pehno ise wapas. Main jhoota gussa dikha kar unke hath ko hatati hui boli: Aap hi rakho ise, mujhe nahi pehanni. Aur aisa bolti hui main apni janghe phailakar sofe par aram se unke god mein sar rakh TV ke taraf dekhne lagi. Ab TV ki roshni mein unhe meri khuli jangho ke beech meri mulayam choot ke phoole hisse ka akaar saaf dikh raha tha. Iska asar unke lund par hone laga. Jo ab kayi baar mere sar par neeche se dhakke maar raha tha. Is besharm bhari harkat ne mere andar masti ki lahar uchaal di. Main apne papa ke samne bina panty ke apni tango ko phailakar had besharmi ke sath laeti hui thi. Woh bhi unke lund par apna sar rakh. Isse zyada main kya karti unhe uttejit karne ke liye? Woh chup chap baithe in sab ko hazam karne ki koshish karne lage ki tabhi ghanti baji. Zaroor maa thi. Main jhat se uth khadi hui to papa mujhe panty dene lage jo ab bhi unke hath mein hi thi. Main hadbadati hui sofe se uthkar apne room ko chalne lagi aur boli: Time nahi, aap chhupalo ise, kal le lungi. Main apne room ko bhagi aur apne kamre mein ghus gayi. Door band kar apne bed par girti hui sochne lagi ki kya se kya ho gaya. Aur ab aage kya kya hone wala tha beti aur papa ke beech. Waise panty unse na lene ka bhi bahana hi tha. Bass chahti thi ki aaj raat woh panty se apni beti ki choot ki khushboo ka maza le. To be continued.