Fucked dad’s friend’s daughter

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The Friend’s Daughter

One day when I returned from school, I saw guests had arrived. My mother told me that my father’s friend was visiting with his family from Delhi. They had a wife and two children – a daughter named Shweta, 18 years old, and a son named Ayush, 13. Shweta was incredibly beautiful and captivating. We all had lunch together and then rested. I wasn’t feeling very social; I usually kept myself busy with my studies. However, I noticed Shweta looking at me repeatedly.

I was in my room studying when she came in and started talking to me. She asked me about everything, and I told her about myself. She was in 12th grade and even taught me some science. Then she left. After a while, I drifted off to sleep.

That evening, everyone went out with our extended family for a visit. When they returned, it must have been around 8 pm. I was still in my room studying when Shweta came in. She seemed very happy. “Why are you so cheerful?” I asked. “I had so much fun exploring Delhi,” she replied. “It would have been even more enjoyable if you were there.”

I didn’t say anything. Then, she went to her room to change clothes. She came back wearing a T-shirt and shorts – her breasts were clearly visible. I couldn’t help but stare, and she noticed me looking. After dinner, everyone went to sleep. My aunt and uncle stayed in the guest room, Shweta and my sister shared a room, and Ayush slept on the floor in my room. My room had a carpet, and I often spread a bedsheet on it to study or sometimes even sleep there.

The next morning, we all had breakfast and went out again for sightseeing. But Shweta didn’t come because she had a headache. So, only I, Shweta, and the maid were at home. I told the maid that I was going to a friend’s house and asked her to make lunch for Shweta. Since Shweta was resting, I left without telling her.

I returned around 4 pm. Shweta was watching TV. “Is your headache better?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. As I turned to leave my room, she said, “Don’t want to eat lunch?” “I already ate at my friend’s place,” I said. Then the maid came in and told me, “Shweta is still waiting for you to have lunch with her.” I had said I would eat later, but she insisted, “I want to eat with you.”

I took the food to her and asked, “Why did you wait so long? Did you want me to bring it to you?” “Here, eat,” I said. She hesitated at first, then started eating.

After lunch, she said, “There’s something I want to tell you.” “What is it?” I replied. She came closer and whispered, “I love you…” I looked into her eyes and said, “I love you too.” Then, I kissed her passionately.

From then on, whenever we were alone – in the room, the garden, even the kitchen – we would cling to each other and kiss. That evening, everyone returned home. After dinner, we all gathered to watch TV. My head started hurting, so I told my mother, “Could you please apply some oil?” My mother was tired, so my aunt said, “Shweta, why don’t you do it?” Both Shweta and I were thrilled. Our family didn’t seem to suspect anything; they knew we were just kids. Shweta told her mother, “After applying the oil, we’ll both study.” “I’ll stay up late,” she added. My aunt agreed.

As soon as we were in the room, Shweta said, “My love, rest your head on my lap.” “What if someone sees us?” I asked. “Don’t worry,” she replied. “I apply oil to people’s heads all the time; no one will say anything.” “Okay, then,” I said.

After applying the oil, we started studying. After a while, Ayush came in to sleep and lay down on his bed. We continued reading on the carpet. It was past midnight when everyone else had gone to sleep. I closed the door from inside and turned off the lights. Shweta asked, “What do you want to do?” “Spend the whole night making love,” I said.

“But what about Ayush?” she whispered. “He sleeps very soundly; he won’t wake up.” Then, I lay her down on the carpet and began kissing her lips. Her breathing became rapid.

I reached under her T-shirt with one hand and started touching her breasts. They were so soft. Then, I pulled off her shirt. What a sight! Her bra barely contained her full breasts. I couldn’t resist; I started sucking on them. We were both incredibly excited. I couldn’t stop myself. I took off all my clothes, and she did the same.

“It will probably hurt a lot,” she said, “This is our first time.” “Don’t worry, it won’t be too bad; you can handle it,” I reassured her. “I’ll do anything for you,” she whispered back. Then she asked, “Do you have a condom?”

“No, if something happens, I’ll get the emergency pill tomorrow,” I said. “Okay, but please be gentle,” she pleaded. We were science students; we knew what we were doing.

We didn’t have much time. I took some cold cream and applied it to my penis and her vagina. She had a few hairs there. Then, I spread her legs and said, “Come on, darling, just bear with me for a moment.” I started rubbing my penis against her entrance.

“Hurry up, please,” she urged. I positioned myself carefully and thrust in slowly. Once inside, she gasped and cried out that it hurt. I held her mouth shut with one hand and pushed harder, driving my entire length into her. A little fluid came out of her. I stopped then because tears welled up in Shweta’s eyes.

After a few minutes, when she calmed down, I asked, “Can I continue?” She nodded, and I started thrusting again. She seemed to be enjoying it now. Soon, she reached orgasm and relaxed. I continued for a few more thrusts until I ejaculated inside her. She was very happy. Then we got dressed and went to sleep. The next day, I gave her some pills. Two days later, she returned home.

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