Adultery Gaon ki Garmi

[mentalslut]

Gaon ki zindagi mein sab kuch sada hi lagta hai – subah kheton mein mehnat, dopahar ki dhoop mein pasina, aur raat ko thandi hawa mein neend. Lekin hamare ghar mein, yeh sada zindagi ek ajeeb si garmi se bhar gayi thi. Main hoon Rajan, 52 saal ka kisaan. Umar ke is padav pe bhi mera badan tagda hai – seene pe ghanne baal, haath-paon mazboot, aur woh mota lund jo ab bhi subah-subah khada ho jata hai, jaise jawani abhi gayi nahi. Biwi Maalti, 48 saal ki, ab bhi saare-blouse mein qayamat dhaati hai. Uska pet thoda sa nikla hua hai, lekin gori chaati pe woh bade-bade mumme blouse se bahar jhaankne ko betab rehte hain, jaise koi raz chhupa ho unmein.

Hamari badi beti Pammi, 28 saal ki, do saal pehle shaadi hui thi lekin woh harami pati ne use chhod diya. Ab ghar pe hi rehti hai, talak ki baat chal rahi hai. Woh bhi apni maa ki tarah saare-blouse pehanti hai, lekin uska jism alag hi kahani kehta hai – patli kamar, badi gol gaand jo saare mein ubhar kar dikhti hai, aur mumme itne bade ki blouse ke button khud-ba-khud khulne ko hote hain. Har baar use dekhta hoon to dil mein ek ajeeb si hulchal hoti hai, lekin baap hoon na, sochta hoon yeh galat hai.

Chhota beta Rohan, 24 ka, Delhi mein job karta hai. Mahine-do-mahine mein aata hai, baaki waqt gaon se door. Aur sabse chhoti, Sudha, 18-19 saal ki, gaon ke school mein padhti hai. Ghar pe woh sirf t-shirt aur chhoti half-pant pehanti hai – uski jaanghen bilkul makhan jaisi naram, aur chhoti-chhoti chhuchhiyaan t-shirt mein ubhar banati rehti hain, jaise abhi-abhi jawani ki dhalan pe khadi ho.

Ab kahani shuru hoti hai us garam July ki raat se...

Bijli gayi hui thi, pura ghar andhere mein dooba hua. Raat ke karib 2 baje honge, meri neend khul gayi. Muh sukha-sukha lagne laga to paani pine ke liye utha. Kamre ka darwaza halka sa khula tha, kitchen ki taraf se ek halki si roshni aa rahi thi – jaise koi mobile ki light jal rahi ho. Main bina awaaz kiye chupke se darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur andar jhaanka.

Wahan khadi thi Pammi. Uski saare ka pallu neeche latak raha tha, blouse ke upar ke do button khule hue the. Uske bade-bade mumme aadhe bahar jhaank rahe the, nipples khade hue, jaise koi hawas ki aag mein tap rahe hon. Ek haath mein mobile pakda hua tha, screen pe blue film chal rahi thi – awaazein halki si aa rahi thi, koi aurat cheekh rahi thi maze mein. Aur doosra haath... oh khuda!

Usne petticoat oopar utha rakha tha, saare ko kamar tak lapet liya tha. Uski gori-gori jaanghen chamak rahi thi andhere mein, aur haath mein ek bada sa baingan tha. Woh baingan uski geeli chut mein andar-bahar kar rahi thi, dheere-dheere, lekin tez harkat se. Uske chehre pe woh hawas bhari muskaan thi, aankhen band, saansein tez.

"Aaahhh... haan... aur andar... fuck me hard..." Halki si siski nikal rahi thi uske muh se, jaise film ki awaaz ke saath mil rahi ho.

Main wahan darwaze pe pathar ban kar khada reh gaya. Mera lund ekdum se lohe jaisa kadak ho gaya – 52 saal ki umar mein bhi woh jawani ka josh aa gaya, jaise 25 saal ka jawan hoon. Dil mein ek ajeeb si aag lag gayi. Meri beti, apni chut mein baingan ghused rahi hai, aur main uska baap yeh sab dekh raha hoon. Lund ko pant ke andar mahsoos kar raha tha, sakht aur garam.

Pammi ne baingan ko aur tez hilana shuru kar diya. Uski saansein aur tez ho gayi, muh khula hua, aankhen band. Sharir hil raha tha rhythm mein. "Aaahhh... papa... haan... aise hi..."

Mera dil dhak se ruk gaya. Kya bola isne? Papa? Meri beti mujhe soch kar yeh sab kar rahi hai? Yeh sunte hi mera lund aur bhi kadak ho gaya, haath apne aap us par chala gaya. Main saans rok kar dekhta raha. Usne baingan ko pura andar ghusa diya, sharir jhatke khane laga. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, paani tapak raha tha. Pura badan kaanp raha tha, jaise bijli ki lahren daud rahi hon.

Phir ekdum se uska sharir akad gaya. Ek lambi siski nikalti hui, chut se paani bahar aa gaya, baingan pura geela ho gaya. Woh zameen pe baith gayi, saansein phooli hui, chehra laal, mumme upar-neeche ho rahe the.

Main chupke se wapas apne kamre mein aa gaya, bistar pe let gaya. Lekin neend kahan aani thi? Dimag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi – "papa... haan... aise hi..." Kya matlab tha uska? Kya meri beti mujhe soch kar yeh sab kar rahi hai? Dil mein ek nayi aag sulag gayi thi, jo bujhne wali nahi thi.

Agli subah se maine than liya – ab toh pata karna hi padega ki meri talakshuda beti ke dil-o-dimag mein kya chal raha hai. Aur uski chut mein baingan ke alawa aur kya-kya ghus sakta hai... yeh raaz kholna hoga. Gaon ki garmi ab aur tez hone wali thi.



Subah 6 baje hi aankh khul gayi. Neend nahi aayi thi raat bhar, bas Pammi ka woh nanga scene dimag mein ghoomta raha. Lund subah-subah lohe jaisa khada tha, bistar pe hi ek baar hilana pada tab jaake thoda sukoon mila.

Utha to dekha Maalti rasoi mein chai bana rahi thi. Saare ka pallu thoda neeche sark gaya tha, uski gori kamar aur blouse ke beech ka hissa dikh raha tha. Uske bade-bade mumme har chalte-dhalte hil rahe the. Main bas dekhta reh gaya. Lekin aaj dil Pammi pe atka hua tha.

Phir aayi Pammi… saare-blouse mein, baal khule hue, subah ki neend abhi aankhon mein thi. Jaise hi woh baithi khana khane, uska pallu side mein ho gaya aur blouse ke upar se dono bade-bade doodh saaf dikhne lage. Blouse itna tight tha ki nipples ke nishan bhi ubhar rahe the.

Woh roti tod rahi thi aur har baar jhukte hi uski gehri cleavage saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Main khana khate-khate bas usko ghoor raha tha. Lag raha tha jaise abhi uth ke uske mummon ko daba doon. Lund pant mein hi khada ho gaya, table ke neeche haath le jaake dabana pada.

Pammi ne ek baar meri taraf dekha, halki si smile di… jaise kuch samajh gayi ho. Phir Maalti ki taraf mud kar boli,
“Amma, aaj bahut garmi hai na?”
Aur saare ka pallu aur neeche kar diya. Ab toh poora blouse upar tak khula hua sa dikh raha tha.

Main jaldi-jaldi khana khatam kiya aur bola, “Main kheton mein ja raha hoon.”
Dil mein ek hi baat thi: aaj din bhar Pammi ke mummon aur uski chut ko yaad karte hue hilana hai.

Kheton mein pahuncha to kaam karne ka bilkul mann nahi tha. Ek ped ke neeche baith gaya, pant kholi aur Pammi ko yaad karte hue lund hilane laga.
“aaahhh… Pammi… teri chut… tere mumme…”
Bas 2 minute mein hi jhad gaya. Lekin sukoon nahi mila. Lund phir se khada ho gaya.

Dopahar tak teen baar hilaya uski yaad mein. Har baar uski woh awaaz yaad aati thi… “papa… haan… aise hi…”

Shaam ko ghar lautne laga to dil mein ek plan ban gaya.
Aaj raat… kuch na kuch karna hi padega.
Ya to uski chut mein apna lund daal doonga… ya phir usko pata chal jaayega ki uska baap usko kitna bechain kar diya hai.

Ab raat ka intezaar hai…
Pata nahi aaj kitchen mein baingan hoga ya nahi… ya kuch aur hi ghusega uski geeli chut mein

 

[malikarman]

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Gaon ki zindagi mein sab kuch sada hi lagta hai – subah kheton mein mehnat, dopahar ki dhoop mein pasina, aur raat ko thandi hawa mein neend. Lekin hamare ghar mein, yeh sada zindagi ek ajeeb si garmi se bhar gayi thi. Main hoon Rajan, 52 saal ka kisaan. Umar ke is padav pe bhi mera badan tagda hai – seene pe ghanne baal, haath-paon mazboot, aur woh mota lund jo ab bhi subah-subah khada ho jata hai, jaise jawani abhi gayi nahi. Biwi Maalti, 48 saal ki, ab bhi saare-blouse mein qayamat dhaati hai. Uska pet thoda sa nikla hua hai, lekin gori chaati pe woh bade-bade mumme blouse se bahar jhaankne ko betab rehte hain, jaise koi raz chhupa ho unmein.

Hamari badi beti Pammi, 28 saal ki, do saal pehle shaadi hui thi lekin woh harami pati ne use chhod diya. Ab ghar pe hi rehti hai, talak ki baat chal rahi hai. Woh bhi apni maa ki tarah saare-blouse pehanti hai, lekin uska jism alag hi kahani kehta hai – patli kamar, badi gol gaand jo saare mein ubhar kar dikhti hai, aur mumme itne bade ki blouse ke button khud-ba-khud khulne ko hote hain. Har baar use dekhta hoon to dil mein ek ajeeb si hulchal hoti hai, lekin baap hoon na, sochta hoon yeh galat hai.

Chhota beta Rohan, 24 ka, Delhi mein job karta hai. Mahine-do-mahine mein aata hai, baaki waqt gaon se door. Aur sabse chhoti, Sudha, 18-19 saal ki, gaon ke school mein padhti hai. Ghar pe woh sirf t-shirt aur chhoti half-pant pehanti hai – uski jaanghen bilkul makhan jaisi naram, aur chhoti-chhoti chhuchhiyaan t-shirt mein ubhar banati rehti hain, jaise abhi-abhi jawani ki dhalan pe khadi ho.

Ab kahani shuru hoti hai us garam July ki raat se...

Bijli gayi hui thi, pura ghar andhere mein dooba hua. Raat ke karib 2 baje honge, meri neend khul gayi. Muh sukha-sukha lagne laga to paani pine ke liye utha. Kamre ka darwaza halka sa khula tha, kitchen ki taraf se ek halki si roshni aa rahi thi – jaise koi mobile ki light jal rahi ho. Main bina awaaz kiye chupke se darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur andar jhaanka.

Wahan khadi thi Pammi. Uski saare ka pallu neeche latak raha tha, blouse ke upar ke do button khule hue the. Uske bade-bade mumme aadhe bahar jhaank rahe the, nipples khade hue, jaise koi hawas ki aag mein tap rahe hon. Ek haath mein mobile pakda hua tha, screen pe blue film chal rahi thi – awaazein halki si aa rahi thi, koi aurat cheekh rahi thi maze mein. Aur doosra haath... oh khuda!

Usne petticoat oopar utha rakha tha, saare ko kamar tak lapet liya tha. Uski gori-gori jaanghen chamak rahi thi andhere mein, aur haath mein ek bada sa baingan tha. Woh baingan uski geeli chut mein andar-bahar kar rahi thi, dheere-dheere, lekin tez harkat se. Uske chehre pe woh hawas bhari muskaan thi, aankhen band, saansein tez.

"Aaahhh... haan... aur andar... fuck me hard..." Halki si siski nikal rahi thi uske muh se, jaise film ki awaaz ke saath mil rahi ho.

Main wahan darwaze pe pathar ban kar khada reh gaya. Mera lund ekdum se lohe jaisa kadak ho gaya – 52 saal ki umar mein bhi woh jawani ka josh aa gaya, jaise 25 saal ka jawan hoon. Dil mein ek ajeeb si aag lag gayi. Meri beti, apni chut mein baingan ghused rahi hai, aur main uska baap yeh sab dekh raha hoon. Lund ko pant ke andar mahsoos kar raha tha, sakht aur garam.

Pammi ne baingan ko aur tez hilana shuru kar diya. Uski saansein aur tez ho gayi, muh khula hua, aankhen band. Sharir hil raha tha rhythm mein. "Aaahhh... papa... haan... aise hi..."

Mera dil dhak se ruk gaya. Kya bola isne? Papa? Meri beti mujhe soch kar yeh sab kar rahi hai? Yeh sunte hi mera lund aur bhi kadak ho gaya, haath apne aap us par chala gaya. Main saans rok kar dekhta raha. Usne baingan ko pura andar ghusa diya, sharir jhatke khane laga. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, paani tapak raha tha. Pura badan kaanp raha tha, jaise bijli ki lahren daud rahi hon.

Phir ekdum se uska sharir akad gaya. Ek lambi siski nikalti hui, chut se paani bahar aa gaya, baingan pura geela ho gaya. Woh zameen pe baith gayi, saansein phooli hui, chehra laal, mumme upar-neeche ho rahe the.

Main chupke se wapas apne kamre mein aa gaya, bistar pe let gaya. Lekin neend kahan aani thi? Dimag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi – "papa... haan... aise hi..." Kya matlab tha uska? Kya meri beti mujhe soch kar yeh sab kar rahi hai? Dil mein ek nayi aag sulag gayi thi, jo bujhne wali nahi thi.

Agli subah se maine than liya – ab toh pata karna hi padega ki meri talakshuda beti ke dil-o-dimag mein kya chal raha hai. Aur uski chut mein baingan ke alawa aur kya-kya ghus sakta hai... yeh raaz kholna hoga. Gaon ki garmi ab aur tez hone wali thi.



Subah 6 baje hi aankh khul gayi. Neend nahi aayi thi raat bhar, bas Pammi ka woh nanga scene dimag mein ghoomta raha. Lund subah-subah lohe jaisa khada tha, bistar pe hi ek baar hilana pada tab jaake thoda sukoon mila.

Utha to dekha Maalti rasoi mein chai bana rahi thi. Saare ka pallu thoda neeche sark gaya tha, uski gori kamar aur blouse ke beech ka hissa dikh raha tha. Uske bade-bade mumme har chalte-dhalte hil rahe the. Main bas dekhta reh gaya. Lekin aaj dil Pammi pe atka hua tha.

Phir aayi Pammi… saare-blouse mein, baal khule hue, subah ki neend abhi aankhon mein thi. Jaise hi woh baithi khana khane, uska pallu side mein ho gaya aur blouse ke upar se dono bade-bade doodh saaf dikhne lage. Blouse itna tight tha ki nipples ke nishan bhi ubhar rahe the.

Woh roti tod rahi thi aur har baar jhukte hi uski gehri cleavage saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Main khana khate-khate bas usko ghoor raha tha. Lag raha tha jaise abhi uth ke uske mummon ko daba doon. Lund pant mein hi khada ho gaya, table ke neeche haath le jaake dabana pada.

Pammi ne ek baar meri taraf dekha, halki si smile di… jaise kuch samajh gayi ho. Phir Maalti ki taraf mud kar boli,
“Amma, aaj bahut garmi hai na?”
Aur saare ka pallu aur neeche kar diya. Ab toh poora blouse upar tak khula hua sa dikh raha tha.

Main jaldi-jaldi khana khatam kiya aur bola, “Main kheton mein ja raha hoon.”
Dil mein ek hi baat thi: aaj din bhar Pammi ke mummon aur uski chut ko yaad karte hue hilana hai.

Kheton mein pahuncha to kaam karne ka bilkul mann nahi tha. Ek ped ke neeche baith gaya, pant kholi aur Pammi ko yaad karte hue lund hilane laga.
“aaahhh… Pammi… teri chut… tere mumme…”
Bas 2 minute mein hi jhad gaya. Lekin sukoon nahi mila. Lund phir se khada ho gaya.

Dopahar tak teen baar hilaya uski yaad mein. Har baar uski woh awaaz yaad aati thi… “papa… haan… aise hi…”

Shaam ko ghar lautne laga to dil mein ek plan ban gaya.
Aaj raat… kuch na kuch karna hi padega.
Ya to uski chut mein apna lund daal doonga… ya phir usko pata chal jaayega ki uska baap usko kitna bechain kar diya hai.

Ab raat ka intezaar hai…
Pata nahi aaj kitchen mein baingan hoga ya nahi… ya kuch aur hi ghusega uski geeli chut mein

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[mentalslut]

Shaam ko ghar aaya to pair thake hue the, lekin lund mein ajeeb si jalan thi. Pammi saamne aayi paani ka glass dene, saare ka pallu halka sa neeche tha, blouse mein dono mumme dheele-dheele hil rahe the. Usne nazrein jhukayi aur halki si muskurahat di… jaise kuch jaanti ho.

Khana khaate waqt bhi bas usi ko dekhta raha. Maalti samajh rahi thi ki thaka hua hoon, boli, “Aaj jaldi so jaana, bahut mehnat ki hogi kheton mein.”

Khana khatam kiya aur Maalti ke saath room mein aa gaya. Bijli ab bhi nahi aayi thi, sirf ek chhota sa lantern jala tha. Maalti ne saare khola, petticoat ke andar haath daal kar khud hi apni chut sahlane lagi… woh bhi garmi se pareshan thi.

Main uske upar chadh gaya. Lund ekdum sakht. Aaj paglon ki tarah chodne laga… zor-zor se dhakke, Maalti ke muh se cheekh nikal rahi thi, “Aaaahh Rajan… aaj kya ho gaya hai… ruk… aaahhh… kitna zor se…”

Par mera dimaag kahin aur tha. Band aankhon ke peeche Pammi ka chehra… uski chut mein baingan… uski awaaz “papa… haan…”

Main Maalti ke mummon ko zor se masalta raha, uski nipple muh mein leke kaatne laga. Dhakke tez karte gaya… aur tabhi…

Ek ajeeb si feeling hui.

Jaise koi dekh raha ho.

Sar ghuma ke khidki ki taraf dekha. Bahar andhera tha, lekin lantern ki halki roshni khidki pe pad rahi thi. Ek pal ko laga koi saaya hua aur gayab ho gaya. Dil zor se dhadka.

Maalti ne meri kamar pakad ke khinch liya, “Kya hua… chod na…”
Main phir se dhakke marne laga, lekin ab darr bhi lag raha tha aur maza bhi dugna ho gaya tha.

Jab jhadne laga to aankh khuli… khidki pe ek baar phir saaya dikha… bilkul halka sa… jaise koi peeche hata ho.

Main jhad gaya… Maalti ke andar hi. Saans phooli hui thi. Usne aankh band kar li, thodi der mein so gayi.

Main bistar pe pada raha. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

Kya woh Pammi thi?
Kya usne mujhe apni amma ko chodte dekha?
Ya sirf mera waham tha?

Raat bhar nind nahi aayi. Bas ek hi khayal…
ab toh kuchh na kuchh hona hi hai.


Subah jaldi utha. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi, bas woh khidki ka saaya aur Pammi ki muskurahat dimag mein ghoomti rahi. Maalti abhi so rahi thi, main chupke se kapde pehne aur kheton ki taraf nikal gaya. Socha kaam mein dil lag jaayega, lekin jahan jaata, Pammi ka chehra saamne aa jata.

Dopahar ke barah baj rahe the. Dhoop tez thi, paseena beh raha tha. Main ek neem ke neeche baitha roti-tarkari khaane laga jo subah Maalti ne di thi. Door se ek aawaz aayi,
“Papa…!”

Dekha to Pammi aa rahi thi. Haath mein tiffin, saare-blouse mein, paseene se poori tar-batar. Saara uske jism se chipak gaya tha, blouse geela ho ke bilkul transparent ho gaya tha. Do bade-bade mumme saaf dikh rahe the, bra bhi nahi pehni thi aaj. Nipples khade hue, saare ke andar se dikhai de rahe the.

Woh mere paas aayi, tiffin neeche rakha aur baith gayi. Paseena uski gardan se neeche beh kar cleavage mein sama raha tha. Main bas ghoor raha tha. Usne meri nazar pakad li… aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi, halke se muskurayi aur pallu thoda side kar diya jaise jaan-boojh kar.

Maine khana kholte hue bola,
“Beti… ab shaadi kar lo kisi se, ghar baithna theek nahi.”

Woh ekdum se khamosh ho gayi. Phir muh banaya, nazrein neeche kar li aur dheemi awaaz mein boli,
“Mujhe nahi karni shaadi… mujhe to apne papa ke saath hi rehna hai… hamesha.”

Dil zor se dhadka. Usne aise bola jaise koi chhota bachcha zid karta ho. Maine pyaar se uski gaal par haath rakha, dheere se sahlaya. Uske honth kaamp rahe the. Main ungli se uske neeche wale honth ko dabaya, halka sa masla…

Pammi thodi si chihunk gayi… “Papa…!”
Lekin saath hi usne aankhein band kar li aur halki si muskurahat aa gayi.

Usne mera haath nahi hataya.
Main bhi haath nahi hataaya.

Kuch pal wahin ruk gaya… dhoop mein paseena beh raha tha, lekin hum dono ke beech ek alag si garmi thi.

Phir woh dheere se uthi, tiffin uthaya aur boli,
“Main ja rahi hoon… ghar pe kaam hai.”

Jaate-jaate ek baar mud kar dekha, pallu ab bhi side mein tha, mumme hilte hue… aur woh muskurahat ab bhi thi.

Main wahi baitha raha. Lund pant mein sakht ho ke dard kar raha tha.
Dil mein bas ek hi baat…
“Apne papa ke saath hi rehna hai…”

(To be continued)

 

[mentalslut]

Shaam ko ghar pahuncha to thakan se pair ladkha rahe the, lekin aankhein sirf Pammi ko dhoondh rahi thi.
Woh rasoi mein thi, saare ka pallu kamar mein khoncha hua, jhuk kar bartan dho rahi thi. Har baar jhukti to uski badi gaand saare mein gol-gol hilti, aur pallu upar chadhta to blouse ke andar ke bade mumme saaf dikh jaate. Main kursi pe baith gaya aur chup-chaap ghoorne laga. Usne do-tin baar meri taraf dekha, jaise samajh gayi ho, lekin kuch boli nahi, bas kaam karti rahi.

Raat ka khana kha kar Maalti ke saath room mein aa gaya. Aaj bhi lund mein aag lagi thi. Maalti ko bistar pe litaya, uska saara upar uthaya aur zor-zor se chodne laga. Dhakke itne tez maar raha tha ki Maalti dard se cheekh rahi thi, lekin mera dimaag kahin aur tha… aankhon ke saamne Pammi ka chehra, uski muskurahat, uske honth, uske mumme…
“Saali kitni sexy hai…” man hi man sochta raha.

Jab jhadne laga to Maalti ke andar hi sab nikaal diya. Woh thodi der mein so gayi.

Main bistar pe pada raha, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Ek baar utha, paani piya, phir bhi sukoon nahi. Aakhir himmat karke chupke se Pammi ke kamre ki taraf chala gaya. Darwaza halka sa khula tha. Dil mein darr bhi tha – agar Maalti ya Sudha jaag gayi to kya kahunga?

Andar jhaanka… Pammi gehri neend mein thi. Nighty usne pehni thi, lekin itni patli ki andar kuch nahi tha. Ek taang side mein uthi hui, nighty kamar tak chadh gayi thi, gori-gori jaanghen aur thodi si chut ke baal dikh rahe the. Saans ke saath uske bade-bade doodh upar-neeche ho rahe the, nighty ke andar nipples saaf ubhar rahe the.

Main darwaze pe khada reh gaya. Lund pant mein phadphadane laga. Haath apne aap pant ke andar chala gaya. Kala mota lund bahar nikaala aur dheere-dheere hilane laga.
Man hi man gaaliyan nikal rahi thi…
“Kutiya… saali randi… apne baap ko pagal kar diya… dekh kitna bada lund khada kar diya hai tu ne…”

Saans tez ho gayi. Pammi ne neend mein karwat li, nighty aur upar chadh gayi, ab poori chut dikh rahi thi. Main aur tez hilane laga…
“Le saali… le mera maal…”

Aur phir… saara garam maal nikal ke uske bistar pe, uski nighty pe, uske kapdon pe gir gaya. Kuch boond uski taang pe bhi lagi.

Main waheen khada saans phoolaye dekh raha tha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Jaldi se lund andar daala, kapde saaf kiye aur chupke se wapas apne kamre mein aa gaya.

Bistar pe let-te hi ek ajeeb sa sukoon mila… lekin saath hi ek dar bhi baith gaya.
Agar Pammi subah uth kar maal dekhegi to kya sochegi?

Subah aankh khuli to dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Raat ka woh scene dimag mein ghoom raha tha… saara maal Pammi ke kapdon pe gira tha. Main darr ke maare bistar pe pada raha, socha aaj woh zaroor kuch kahegi ya Maalti ko bata degi.

Lekin ghar mein sab normal tha.
Maalti chai bana rahi thi, Sudha school ke liye taiyar ho rahi thi, aur Pammi… jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Woh mere paas aayi, chai ka cup diya aur… bilkul dheemi si muskurahat di.
Woh muskurahat dekh kar dil aur tez dhadka.
Kya isko sab pata chal gaya?
Ya sirf waham hai mera?

Maine jaldi se chai pi, bina kuch bole kheton ki taraf nikal gaya.

Dopahar ko dhoop bahut tez thi. Kaam karte-karte thak gaya tha. Ek ped ke neeche baitha, ganja nikal laya aur pee-ne laga. Do-teen ghoot mein hi sar chadh gaya, dil halka sa laga.

Door se awaaz aayi, “Papa…”

Dekha to Pammi aa rahi thi, tiffin haath mein. Aaj phir paseene se tar-batar, saare chipke hue, mumme saaf dikh rahe the. Woh mere paas baithi, tiffin khola.

Khana khate hue maine phir wahi baat chhed di,
“Beti… shaadi kar lo ab. Kab tak aise talakshuda rehna?”

Woh ekdum chup ho gayi. Phir muh banaya aur gusse se boli,
“Mujhe nahi karni shaadi!”

Main usko manane laga, paas baitha, uski kamar pe haath rakha,
“Arre meri jaan, aise mat bolo… tum akeli kab tak rahogi?”

Woh thodi der chup rahi, phir dheemi awaaz mein boli,
“Papa… mere paas acche kapde bhi nahi hain… jo pehnun bahar… log kya kahenge?”

Mera dil zor se dhadka. Maine uski gaal par haath phera, dheere se sahlaya,
“Arre meri rani… kal hi le aaunga tere liye sabse acche-accbe kapde… saadi, blouse, jo bhi chahiye. Apni beti ke liye kuch bhi karunga.”

Usne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi, phir dheere se muskurayi aur boli,
“Sacchi papa?”

Main uski gaal ko masalta raha, ungli uske honthon tak le gaya,
“Sacchi ki kasam, meri jaan.”

Woh muskuraati hui uthi, tiffin uthaya aur jaate-jaate ek baar mud kar dekha… jaise kuch kehna chahti ho lekin chup rahi.

Main wahi baitha raha. Lund phir se khada ho gaya tha. Pant kholi aur Pammi ki muskurahat yaad karte hue zor-zor se muth maarne laga.
Do minute mein hi saara maal zameen pe gir gaya.

Dil mein bas ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi…
Kal kapde laane hain… aur shayad kal kuch aur bhi ho jaaye.

Shaam ko ghar louta to pair thake hue the, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi.
Pammi darwaze pe khadi thi, jaise mera hi intezaar kar rahi ho. Mujhe dekhte hi usne wohi dheemi si muskurahat di… aaj uski aankhon mein kuch alag sa tha, jaise kuch keh rahi hon.

Khana khaaya, kisi se zyada baat nahi ki, Maalti ne poocha bhi to bola “thak gaya hoon” aur room mein aa ke so gaya.

Raat ke teen baje honge. Neend ekdum se toot gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Raat ka woh khayal phir se aa gaya… “ab nahi ruk sakta”.
Chupke se bistar se utha, darwaza khola, aur seedha Pammi ke kamre ki taraf chal diya. Dil mein darr bhi tha aur lund mein aag bhi.

Darwaza halka sa khula tha. Andar moonlight aa rahi thi, bilkul halki si roshni.
Main andar ghusa aur… sann reh gaya.

Pammi gehri neend mein thi… ya neend ka natak kar rahi thi, samajh nahi aaya.
Nighty ka ek taraf ka strap neeche sarak gaya tha, aur uska ek bada sa doodh poora bahar nikal aaya tha. Gora-gora, bada gol, nipple bilkul khada hua. Saans ke saath upar-neeche ho raha tha. Dusra doodh bhi nighty ke andar se saaf dikh raha tha.

Woh jaan-boojhkar aisa karti thi ya neend mein ho gaya… mera dimag band ho gaya.

Main darwaze pe khada reh gaya. Pant ke andar lund phadphada raha tha. Haath apne aap neeche gaya, zip kholi, apna kala mota lund bahar nikaala aur dheere-dheere hilaane laga.

Man hi man gaaliyan nikal rahi thi…
“Saali randi… kutiya… apne baap ke saamne doodh nikal ke sulaati hai… le aaj tera baap tujhe doodh se nahla dega…”

Saans tez ho gayi. Pammi ne neend mein halki si karwat li, doodh aur hil gaya, nipple aur khada ho gaya.
Main aur tez hilaane laga…
“Le saali… le mera garam maal…”

Aur phir… zor ka jhatka laga aur saara maal seedha uske nange doodh par ja kar gira.
Bade-bade boondon mein uska poora doodh geela ho gaya, nipple pe bhi laga hua tha, kuch neeche beh kar uski nighty pe gir gaya.

Main waheen khada saans phoolaye dekh raha tha.
Pammi ne aankh nahi kholi… lekin uske honthon pe ek bilkul halki si muskurahat thi.

Main jaldi se lund andar daala, darwaza band kiya aur wapas apne kamre mein aa gaya.

Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Ab to pakka lag raha tha…
yeh saali jaan-boojhkar sab kar rahi hai.

 

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[mentalslut]

Subah aankh khuli to dil ab bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Raat ka scene aankhon ke saamne ghoom raha tha… apna garam maal Pammi ke nange doodh par girate hue. Lund subah-subah hi khada ho gaya tha.

Utha to dekha Pammi chai leke aayi. Mujhe dekhte hi usne wohi dheemi, sharmaati si muskurahat di… aaj uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi chamak thi. Jaise kuch keh rahi ho. Maine nazrein jhuka li, dar lag raha tha ki kahin kuch bol na de.

Nashta karte hue Maalti se bola,
“Aaj mujhe sahar jaana hai… kuch zaruri kaam hai, kapde wagera bhi lene hain.”

Maalti ne sirf “theek hai” kaha. Pammi ne kuch nahi bola, bas chai ka cup rakhte hue ek baar meri taraf dekha aur muskurayi.

Main jaldi se tayyar hua aur bike leke sahar nikal gaya. Rasta bhar dimag mein bas Pammi… uska nanga doodh… uski muskurahat… uski woh baat “mujhe apne papa ke saath hi rehna hai”… lund poore raste khada raha, pant mein dard karne laga.

Sahar pahuncha to seedha ladies kapde wali dukaan pe gaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, jaise koi gunah karne ja raha hoon.

Pehle do saare liye… ek laal rang ka silky wala, ek hara… dono bilkul patle, jism se chipakne wale.

Phir andar ki dukaan mein gaya. Dukandar se dheemi awaaz mein bola,
“Bhaiya… bra-panty dikhao… achhi wali… sexy wali.”

Usne muskurate hue teen-char set nikale. Maine do pasand kiye:
- Ek black lace wala, bra mein aadha cup, nipple dikhne wale
- Dusra red satin, panty bilkul chhoti si, gaand ke neeche tak

Sab pack karwaya, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Dukandar ne bill banate hue ek baar muskuraya… jaise samajh gaya ho kis ke liye le raha hoon.

Ghar ki taraf bike daudayi. Raste bhar bas ek hi khayal…
Aaj Pammi ko ye sab pehnana hai… aur dekhna hai ki uski muskurahat kitni badi ho jaati hai.

Ghar pahuncha to dopahar ke do baj rahe the. Garmi se pura ghar sust pada tha.
Maalti apne kamre mein so rahi thi, darwaza band tha.
Sudha hall mein baithi kitaab khole padh rahi thi, mujhe dekhte hi boli, “Papa, amma so gayi hain.”

Main seedha Pammi ko dhoondhne laga. Woh rasoi mein thi, paseene se saare chipka hua tha.
Maine bag uske haath mein thama diya aur dheemi awaaz mein bola,
“Le beti… tere liye laaya hoon. Achhe kapde… pehen ke dekhna.”

Pammi ne bag khola, andar se pehle laal saara nikala, phir hara… aankhein chamak gayi.
Phir jab bra-panty wala packet haath laga to usne ek jhatka sa liya, meri taraf dekha…
ek pal ko laga sharma gayi, phir dheere se muskurayi, itni pyaari muskurahat ki dil pighal gaya.

“Bohut achhe hain papa… main abhi pehen ke dikhaun?”
Maine sar hila diya, “Haan beti… pehen le… pasand aaye toh theek.”

Woh bag leke apne kamre mein chali gayi, darwaza band kar liya.

Main apne kamre mein aa gaya, bistar pe baith gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Dimag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi…
“Ab kya sochegi yeh? Main uska baap hoon… uske liye bra-panty laaya… galat toh nahi samjhegi na?”

Dil mein darr tha, sharam bhi thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si khushi bhi…
jaise ab kuch aur hi hone wala hai.

Kuch der tak wahi baitha raha, kaan lage the ki darwaza khulega to awaaz aayegi.
Dil keh raha tha… ab woh naye kapdon mein aayegi aur kuch alag hi nazara hoga.


Dopahar ko jab Pammi kamre se nikli to main hall mein baitha tha.
Usne ab bhi wahi purana saara pehna hua tha, paseene se chipka hua, pallu neeche sarkela.
Mujhe dekhte hi usne ek ajeeb si smile di, aisi ki dil mein current daud gaya.
Dheemi awaaz mein boli,
“Acche hain papa kapde… bohot pasand aaye.”

Maine saans rok ke poocha,
“Toh dikhaya kyun nahi abhi tak?”

Usne nazrein jhukaayi, phir aankh utha ke seedha meri aankhon mein dekha aur boli,
“Kal dikhaungi… kheton par… jab aap akela hoge.”

Bas itna hi bola aur muskurati hui rasoi mein chali gayi.
Main wahi kursi pe baitha raha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, lund pant mein khada ho ke dard karne laga.
“Kal kheton par…” ye sun kar pura dimag pagal ho gaya.

Raat ko neend khul gayi. Raat ke do baj rahe the.
Dil keh raha tha ab nahi ruk sakta. Chupke se utha aur seedha Pammi ke kamre mein ghus gaya.

Darwaza khula tha. Moonlight andar aa rahi thi.
Aur main sann reh gaya.

Pammi soyi hui thi… lekin aaj nighty ke upar ke dono strap neeche kar rakhe the, aur dono bade-bade doodh poore nange bahar nikal rakhe the. Gora-gora doodh, nipple ekdum khade hue, saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the.
Main ek pal mein samajh gaya, ye jaan-boojhkar kar rahi hai.

Lund pant se bahar nikal aaya. Kala mota, rag-rag mein aag.
Main gaaliyan dete hue hilane laga,
“Saali randi… kutiya… apne baap ke liye doodh nikal ke rakhe hain… le aaj tera baap tujhe doodh se nahla dega…”

Tez-tez haath chala, saans phooli hui… aur phir zor ka jhatka laga.
Saara garam maal seedha uske dono nange doodh par ja gira.
Nipple pe, cleavage mein, pet pe… boond-boond beh kar uska poora upar ka hissa geela ho gaya.

Main saans lete hue bahar nikal aaya, lekin darwaza band karne se pehle ek baar phir jhaanka.

Aur dil ruk sa gaya.

Pammi aankh band hi thi… lekin usne apni ungli se apne doodh par gira hua mera maal uthaya aur… zubaan pe rakh kar chaatne lagi.
Phir usi ungli se doodh masalne lagi, nipple ko pinch kar rahi thi, muh se halki si “aaahh…” awaaz nikal rahi thi.

Main wahi darwaze pe khada reh gaya… lund phir se khada hone laga.

Ab pura yaqeen ho gaya.
Bas thodi si aur mehnat… bas kal kheton par…
ye saali mere lund ke neeche aa ke rahegi.


(To be continued)

 

[mentalslut]

Subah jaldi nikal gaya. Dil mein ajeeb si bechaini thi, bas “dopahar” ka intezaar tha.
Kheton mein pahuncha to pehle kaam kiya, phir ek ped ke neeche baith ke ganja sulgaya. Do-teen lamba-lamba kash liye, sar halka sa ho gaya, aankhon ke saamne Pammi ka chehra ghoomne laga.

Dopahar ke baarah baj rahe the. Dhoop tez thi, paseena beh raha tha.
Door se awaaz aayi… “Papa…”

Dekha to Pammi aa rahi thi.
Naya laal saara pehna tha, bilkul silky wala jo main laaya tha. Saara jism se chipka hua, har curve saaf dikh rahi thi. Blouse tight, dono bade-bade doodh aage ko ubhare hue, nipple ke nishan bhi halke-halke se dikh rahe the. Pallu halka sa side mein, jaise jaan-boojh kar kiya ho.

Woh mere bilkul paas aayi, ghum kar khadi hui aur dheemi awaaz mein boli,
“Papa… kaisi lag rahi hoon?”

Main bas ghoor raha tha. Muh se sirf nikal paya,
“Beti… tu to aaj pari se bhi sundar lag rahi hai… yeh saara tere jism pe jaise bana hi ho…”

Usne sharma kar nazrein neeche ki, lekin honth pe muskurahat thi.
Main aur gehra ghoorne laga, uske doodh ko, uski kamar ko, uski gol gaand ko.

Phir darte-darte bola,
“Beti… maine aur kuch bhi laaya tha… woh nahi dikhaya tune…”

Woh ek pal ko chup rahi, phir aankh utha ke seedha meri aankhon mein dekha aur boli,
“Itni jaldi kya hai papa… dikha dungi… sab dikha dungi…”

Dil zor se dhadka.
Phir woh dheeme se boli,
“Papa… mera pair dard kar raha hai… chalte waqt kuch chubh gaya.”

Maine turant usko ped ke neeche baitha diya, zameen pe ghutne tek ke uske paon apni god mein liye.
Saare ka ghera upar utha hua tha, gori-gori jaanghen dikh rahi thi. Maine uske pair dabane shuru kiye.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si smile aa gayi, jaise maza le rahi ho.

Phir boli,
“Papa… angoothe mein kuch chubha hai…”

Maine jhuk kar dekha, sach mein ek chhota sa kanta laga tha. Maine ungli se nikaala.
Poocha, “Abhi bhi dard hai?”

Usne dheeme se “han” kaha.

Mujhe khud nahi pata kya ho gaya…
Maine uska angutha muh mein le liya aur chusne laga… dheere-dheere, zubaan se sahlane laga.

Pammi pehle to paon kheenchne lagi, “Papa…!”
Lekin phir ruk gayi.
Usne apna paon wapas meri god mein rakh diya aur… muskurane lagi.
Woh muskurahat dekh kar mera lund pant mein phadphadaane laga.

Usne dheeme se sirf itna bola,
“Papa… aur chuso na…”

Phir wo muskurate hue gand matkate hue chali gyi.

Shaam ko ghar lautne ke baad Pammi poori shaam aankhon ke saamne ghoomti rahi.
Khana khate waqt woh mere bilkul paas baithi thi.
Sab log baatein kar rahe the, lekin woh dheere se jhuk kar mere kaan mein phusphusayi,
“Raat ko sab so jaayein to mere kamre mein aa jaana papa… aapke laaye kapde dikhaungi.”

Usne aisa bola aur pallu se muh chhupa kar muskurayi.
Mera chehra laal ho gaya, dil zor se dhadka, khana gale mein atka reh gaya.

Raat ke gyarah baj gaye.
Maalti gehri neend mein thi. Main chupke se bistar se utha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Pammi ka darwaza halke se khatkhataya.

Andar se dheemi awaaz aayi,
“Aa jao papa…”

Darwaza khola aur main sann reh gaya.

Woh kamre ke beech khadi thi…
sirf meri laayi hui black lace bra aur red panty mein.
Bra itni chhoti thi ki uske bade-bade doodh aadhe se zyada bahar the, nipple lace ke upar se saaf dikh rahe the.
Panty uski gaand mein itni dhas gayi thi ki dono gol-gol cheeks bahar nikal aaye the.
Full makeup kiya hua tha: laal lipstick, kaajal, baal khule hue… bilkul kisi randi jaisa roop.

Woh dheere se ghum kar khadi hui aur boli,
“Kaisi lag rahi hoon papa…?”

Mera dimaag sunn ho gaya.
Lund ekdum lohe jaisa khada.
Mujhe khud nahi pata kya hua… maine ek kadam aage badhaaya, uski gaal par haath phera aur…

Chataaaak!!!

Ek jordaar thappad laga diya uske gaal pe.

Woh ek pal ko hili, aankh se aansu nikal aaya…
lekin muh se “aaahhh…” nikla jaise dard nahi, maza aaya ho.
Usne nazrein neeche ki, honth kaamp rahe the, lekin uski saansen tez ho gayi thi.

Woh dheeme se boli,
“Papa… aur maariye na…”


Main uske peeche se lapta gaya, dono haathon se uske bade-bade doodh zor se pakad liye, jaise pehli baar kisi aurat ko chhua ho.
Lace bra ko upar khiskaya aur nange doodh ko masalne laga, nipples ko ungliyon se nochne laga.

Pammi sisak uthi…
“Aaaahhh… papa… zor se… aaahhh…”

Uske muh se awaaz nikal rahi thi jaise saalon se tadap rahi ho.
Main usko ghumaya, seedha uski aankhon mein dekha aur apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di.

Woh ek pal ko hili, phir usne meri jeebh ko apni jeebh se lapet liya aur zor-zor se chusne lagi.
Hum dono ek doosre ka muh chus rahe the, laar beh rahi thi, uski lipstick mere muh pe lag gayi.

Main uske doodh ko masalte-masalte zor se daba raha tha, woh mere seene se chipak ke sisiyaa rahi thi…
“Aaahh papa… bohot dino se tadap rahi thi… aaj mujhe apna bana lo…”

Apni beti ko itna garam, itna beqabu dekh kar main pura pagal ho chuka tha.
Lund pant mein phadphada raha tha, jaise abhi bahar nikal ke uski chut mein ghus jaayega.


Pammi achanak neeche baith gayi.
Mere pant ka nada khola, zip neeche ki aur ek jhatke mein mera kaala mota lund bahar nikaal liya.

Usne ek pal ko bas dekha… aankhein chamak uthi… phir muh khola aur seedha andar le liya.
Zor-zor se chusne lagi… pura lund gale tak le jaati, phir bahar nikaal ke topi chaat-ti, phir ball ko muh mein bhar leti.

“Uuuufff… saali… kutiyaaa… apne baap ka lund itna pyaar se chaat rahi hai… randi kahin ki…”

Main uske baal pakad ke muh chodne laga.
Woh aankhein band kiye, muskurati hui chus rahi thi… jaise uski zindagi ka sabse bada sapna poora ho raha ho.

Bas do minute… aur main jhad gaya.
Zor-zor se uske muh mein saara garam maal chhod diya.

Woh ek boond bhi bahar nahi girne di… sab pee gayi, gale tak nigal gayi.
Phir dheere se lund saaf kiya, topi pe kiss kiya aur upar dekha… honthon pe meri hi maal ki chamak, muskurate hue boli,
“Kitna tasty hai papa ka maal…”

Maine hanfte hue aankh kholi, usko ghoora aur…
Chataaaak! Ek jordaar thappad laga diya.

“Saali kutiya… kal kheton par chodunga tujhe… poora din teri chut phaadunga… samjhi?”

Woh gaal pe haath rakhe, aankhon mein aag, honthon pe muskurahat…
dheeme se boli,
“Pakka na papa…? Kal dopahar ko… wahi neem ke neeche… main bina panty ke aaungi…”

Main usko ghoorta raha… lund phir se khada hone laga tha.




(To be continued)

 

[mentalslut]

Subah utha to ghar mein wohi sukoon tha, lekin dil mein toofan machal raha tha. Kal raat ki yaadein abhi bhi taaza thi – Pammi ki wohi madhosh karne wali awaaz, uska jism ka sparsh. Chai leke wohi aayi, mujhe dekhte hi uske chehre par wohi shaitani muskurahat phail gayi. Aankhon mein aaj khullam-khulla aag thi, jaise keh rahi ho, "Papa, aaj dopahar mein milte hain."

Khana kha ke main jaldi kheton ki taraf nikal gaya. Aaj kaam karne ka bilkul mann nahi tha; dimag mein bas usi dopahar ka intezaar tha. Dhoop tez ho rahi thi, lekin mera dil aur tez dhadak raha tha. Waqt guzarta gaya, aur har pal lambi lag rahi thi.

Dopahar ke baarah bajte-bajte door se awaaz aayi, “Papa…” Yeh uski awaaz thi, madhur lekin bhari hui. Dekha to Pammi aa rahi thi, haath mein tiffin liye. Full make-up mein thi: laal lipstick uske honthon ko aur chamka rahi thi, kaajal se aankhen aur gehri lag rahi thi, baal khule hue lehraye ja rahe the. Laal saare mein lapeti hui, bilkul dulhan jaisi dikhti thi, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi randi wali chamak thi – bhukhi, beqabu.

Woh mere paas aayi, tiffin rakha aur khud baith gayi. Main khana khane laga, lekin nazar us par thi. Uske bade-bade doodh saare mein hil rahe the, pallu jaan-boojh kar neeche sarkaya hua tha. Har saans ke saath woh upar-neeche ho rahe the, mujhe paagal kar rahe the.

Achanak woh uthi, bina kuch bole. Ped ka sahara liya, peeth meri taraf ki, aur dheere se saare ka ghera upar utha diya. Usne panty nahi pehni thi! Badi gol, gori-gori gaand poori nangi ho gayi. Dono cheeks dhoop mein chamak rahe the, jaise amarit ki tarah.

Main sann reh gaya. Meri wahi sharif beti… itni aag andar chhupa ke rakhi thi! Dimag mein ghanti baji, lekin jism mein aag lag gayi. Main ekdum se utha, gaali dete hue uske paas gaya, “Saali randi… kutiya… apne baap ke saamne gaand dikha rahi hai…”

Aur zor-zor se uski gaand pe thappad marne laga. Chataaak! Chataaak! Chataaak! Har thappad ke saath uski gori gaand laal hone lagi, lekin woh sisak rahi thi, mazaa le rahi thi. “Aaaahhh papa… aur zor se… aur maariye… haan, aise hi…”

Main aur bhadak gaya. Neeche baith gaya, uski dono gaand pakad ke alag ki. Uske ched saaf dikh raha tha, geela aur taiyaar. Main apna muh uski gaand ke beech mein laga diya. Zubaan se uske ched ko chaatne laga, dheere-dheere andar tak ghusane laga. Uska swad namkeen aur madhur tha, jaise amrit.

Woh sisiyaa rahi thi, kamar jhuka ke aur peeche ko dhakel rahi thi, “Aaahhh papa… haan… chaato… apni beti ki gaand chaato… aur andar… aaaah!” Uske ched se geela-geela paani nikal raha tha, main pura chaat raha tha, zubaan ko aur tez chalate hue. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thi, jism kamp raha tha, lekin hum dono rukne ke mood mein nahi the. Yeh dopahar abhi shuru hi hui thi.


Woh ekdum se mudhi, uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak thi, jaise wohi aag abhi bhi bhadak rahi ho. Usne apni teeno ungliyan, jo uski chut aur gaand ke paani se tar-batar thi – geela, namkeen, aur madhur – seedha mere muh mein ghusa di. Main kutte ki tarah chaatne laga, zubaan ko ungliyon ke charon taraf ghumate hue, uska har boond nigalta raha. Uska swad mere muh mein ghoom raha tha, dil ko aur tez kar raha tha. Uske chehre par vijayi muskan thi, jaise ab woh jeet gayi ho, jaise usne mujhe poora apne kabze mein kar liya ho.

Phir woh neeche baithi, ghutno ke bal, jaise koi bhakti bhari bhakt. Usne mera pant ek jhatke mein neeche kheencha, aur mera kala, mota lund bahar aa gaya – sakht, garam, aur taiyaar. Usne dono haathon se usko pakda, nazar se ghoorti hui, aur seedha gale tak le liya. Zor-zor se chusne lagi, muh ko upar-neeche karte hue, jaise yeh uska sabse pasandida khel ho. Har baar gale tak le jaati to uske bade-bade doodh hil jaate, bra se bahar nikalne ko betab, saare ke pallu se chhupne ki koshish mein nakaam.

Main pagal ho chuka tha, dimag mein bas aag thi. Uske baal pakad ke main uske muh ko chodne laga, zor-zor se andar-bahar karte hue. Bich-bich mein lund nikaal kar uske gaal pe, uski aankhon pe thappad maar deta – chataaaak! Chataaaak! Uski gori chamdi laal ho gayi, lekin woh aur zor se chusne lagti, aankhein band kiye mazaa lete hue, jaise dard hi uska sukh ho.

Main muh khol kar uske muh pe thookta, garam thook uski thuddiyon se hota hua uske cleavage mein ja girta. Uske doodh geele ho gaye, saare pe daag lag gaye. “Le saali… apne baap ka thook pee… randi kahin ki…” Main gaali deta raha, aur woh aankhein band kiye chus rahi thi, muh se “glug-glug” ki awaaz aa rahi thi, jaise woh har boond ko pee rahi ho.

Bas 2-3 minute lage, main jhadne ke bilkul qareeb pahunch gaya. Dimag mein andhera chha gaya, sirf aag thi. Uske baal pakde, zor se gaali di, “Le kutiya… le tera baap ka maal…” Aur saara garam-garam maal uske chehre pe, uske doodh pe, uski zubaan pe, uski aankhon pe udel diya. Bade-bade boondon mein uska poora chehra aur seena geela ho gaya, maal ki dhaarein beh rahi thi, uski chamdi pe chamak rahi thi dhoop mein.

Woh saans phoolaye baithi rahi, hanfte hue, lekin aankhon mein wahi shaitani muskan thi. Ungli se chehre pe laga maal utha kar woh chaatne lagi, zubaan se har boond saaf karte hue, jaise yeh uska amrit ho. Main hanfte hue usko dekhta raha, jism abhi bhi garam, dimag mein bas ek hi baat thi: ab chut phaadni hai… aaj hi. Uski nazar meri nazar se mili, jaise woh jaan gayi ho, aur uski muskan aur gehri ho gayi...

(To be continued)

 

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Raat ko Khana khatam karte hi Pammi ne aankhon se ishara kiya, “Chhat par…”

Maine plate side mein rakha aur bina kuch bole seedha seedhi par chadh gaya. Raat ka andhera gehra tha, upar purani khatkhatiya aur ek purani kursi padi thi. Main us kursi par baith gaya, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, jaise koi tufaan aane wala ho. Hawa mein thandi-thandi lehren chal rahi thi, lekin mere badan mein aag lag chuki thi.

Thodi der baad darwaza khula… Pammi aayi. Sirf petticoat aur blouse mein. Blouse ka har button khula hua tha, uske bade-bade doodh aadhe bahar latak rahe the, jaise kabhi bhi poore nange ho jayen. Petticoat kamar mein kas kar lapeti hui thi, nabhi saaf dikh rahi thi, aur neeche se thoda upar chadha hua tha, jisse uski mulayam jaanghen chamak rahi thi chandni mein.

Usne door band kiya, andhera aur gehra ho gaya. Sirf chandni ki halki roshni aa rahi thi, jo uske badan ko aur zyada madhosh bana rahi thi. Woh ek sexy nigah maari, honth kaate aur dheere-dheere mere paas aayi, jaise koi sherni shikar ki taraf badh rahi ho. Har kadam ke saath uske doodh hil rahe the, aur main unhe ghoor raha tha, saans ruk si gayi thi.

Phir… woh meri god mein baith gayi. Dono bade-bade doodh mere muh par laga diye, jaise mujhe dawat de rahi ho. Unki garmahat mere chehre par mehsoos ho rahi thi, aur unki mahak mujhe pagal bana rahi thi.

Main pagal ho gaya. Kutton ki tarah chaatne laga… kabhi pura doodh muh mein bhar leta, uske nipple ko daant se halke se kaat leta, kabhi zubaan se nochta, kabhi zor se daba deta. Uske doodh mere muh mein geele ho gaye, laar se tar-batar. Main unhe choos raha tha jaise bhookha bachcha maa ka doodh pee raha ho, lekin yeh kuch aur hi tha – josh bhara, ganda aur madhosh karne wala.

Pammi sirf sisiyaa rahi thi… “Aaaahhh papa… haan… zor se… kaato na… aaahhh…” Uski awaaz raat ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi, jaise koi geet ho. Usne mera sar apne doodh mein daba rakha tha, apni kamar hilaa rahi thi, petticoat upar chadh gaya tha, aur uski nangi chut meri jaangh par ragad rahi thi. Woh geeli ho chuki thi, aur uski garmahat meri pant ke through mehsoos ho rahi thi, jaise aag lag rahi ho.

Main ek haath se uska doodh masal raha tha, jaise atta goondh raha hoon, aur doosra haath uski gaand par le gaya. Us mulayam gaand ko zor se daba diya, ungliyan meat mein dhansa di. Woh aur zor se sisak uthi… “Papa… aaj mujhe poora apna bana lo… ab aur nahi ruk sakti…” Usne apni chut ko meri jaangh par aur zor se ragda, aur main mehsoos kar raha tha ki woh pani chhod rahi thi, geela-geela mehsoos ho raha tha.

Main uske doodh se muh hata kar uske honthon par tut pada. Hum dono ke honth mile, zubaan ladne lagi, jaise ladai ho. Main uski gaand ko masalte hue uske petticoat ko poora upar kar diya, ab woh poori nangi thi neeche se. Mera haath uski chut par pahuncha, ungli andar daali, aur woh cheekh uthi – “Aahhh papa… haan… andar… zor se…”

Woh meri god mein uchal rahi thi, mera lund pant mein tan kar dard kar raha tha. Main uski chut mein ungliyan chalane laga, tezi se, aur woh sisak rahi thi, “Papa… ab daalo na… please… mujhe chodo…”

Main usko kursi se utha kar khatkhatiya par le gaya, usko leta diya. Usne apne pair faila diye, chandni mein uski chut chamak rahi thi, geeli aur taiyar. Main apni pant utari, mera lund bahar aa gaya, sakht aur bada. Woh use dekh kar honth kaatne lagi, “Papa… kitna bada hai… daalo na…”

Main uske upar chadh gaya, lund uski chut par ragda, aur dheere se andar dhakel diya. Woh cheekh uthi, “Aaaahhh… papa… dard ho raha hai… lekin mat rukna…” Main zor se dhakka mara, poora andar, aur hum dono ek ho gaye. Main usko chodne laga, tezi se, uske doodh hil rahe the, woh sisak rahi thi, “Haan papa… zor se… aur zor se…”

Raat ki hawa mein humari awaazen goonj rahi thi, chandni humare badan par pad rahi thi, aur yeh pal jaise rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Pammi ki aankhen band thi, chehra laal, aur woh mujhe apne andar mehsoos kar rahi thi, poori tarah se mera ban chuki thi.

Main usko purani khatkhatiya par litaya, uske badan ko dheere se neeche dhakela. Petticoat ko kamar tak lapet diya, ab woh neeche se poori nangi thi. Dono taange faila di, jaise dawat de rahi ho. Us ki chut bilkul geeli ho chuki thi, chamak rahi thi chandni ki halki roshni mein, jaise koi moti ki chamak. Uski mahak mujhe aur pagal bana rahi thi, garam aur madhosh karne wali.

Main neeche baitha, apne ghutnon par, aur muh laga diya uski chut par. Zor-zor se chaatne laga, jaise bhookha sher apna shikar kha raha ho. Chut ke daane ko zubaan se ragda, us par daant se halke se kaat liya, aur andar tak jeebh ghusa di, uski geeli deewaron ko chaat-chaat kar saaf karne laga. Uska ras mere muh mein bhar raha tha, namkeen aur meetha, aur main use pee raha tha jaise amrit ho.

Pammi kamar utha-utha ke sisiyaa rahi thi, uske haath mere sar mein ghuse hue the, mujhe aur andar dhakel rahi thi. “Aaaahhh papa… haan… chaato… apni beti ki chut kha jao… poori kha lo… aaaahhh…” Uski awaaz raat ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi, thodi dabi hui lekin josh se bhari. Uski jaanghen kaanp rahi thi, aur woh apni chut ko mere muh par ragad rahi thi, jaise use mita dena chahti ho.

Bas 2 minute mein hi woh paani chhod diya… ek tez jhatke ke saath, uska saara ras mere muh par phoot pada, pura muh bhar ke geela kar diya. Main use chaat kar saaf kiya, ek boond bhi barbaad nahi hone diya. Uski saansen tezi se chal rahi thi, chehra laal, aankhen band, jaise swarg mein pahunch gayi ho.

Phir main utha, apni pant neeche ki, aur apna kala mota lund bahar nikala. Woh tan kar khada tha, veins ubhari hui, topi chamak rahi thi pre-cum se. Main uski chut par ragda, topi ko uske hole par set kiya, aur dheere se andar ghusaate hi usne cheekh di, “Aaaahhh… papa… bahut mota hai… dhire… aaaahhh…” Uski awaaz mein dard aur maza dono the, usne apne honth kaat liye.

Lekin main ruk nahi saka. Ek hi jhatke mein poora andar thok diya, jaise koi hathoda maara ho. Bahut garam thi… bilkul aag ka gola, uski chut ki deewaren mere lund ko jakad rahi thi, geeli aur tight. Main ruk gaya ek pal, use mehsoos kiya, aur phir dana-dan dhakke shuru kar diye. Har dhakke se uske bade-bade doodh uchal rahe the, jaise do golaiyan naach rahi ho, aur khatkhatiya khat-khat kar rahi thi, raat ke andhere mein woh awaaz jaise sangeet thi.

Main gaaliyan deta gaya, josh mein… “Le saali randi… ab tu meri beti nahi, meri rakhail hai!” Main uske doodh ko zor se masalte hue dhakke maar raha tha. “Tu ab meri ghulam hai… mera lund jo kahega woh karegi!” Uski chut mein mera lund andar-bahar ho raha tha, geela sound aa raha tha har dhakke se, slap-slap ki awaaz.

Woh dono taange meri kamar par lapet ke zor se cheekh rahi thi, “Haan papa… aur zor se chodo… main aapke lund ki ghulam hoon… chod do mujhe… faad do meri chut…” Uski naakhen band thi, muh khula, aur woh apni kamar utha kar mere dhakkon ka saath de rahi thi, jaise hum dono ek rhythm mein ho. “Haan papa… aur zor se… aaj se main sirf aapki randi hoon… har raat aapki god mein baithungi… aapka lund choosungi…”

Bas 4-5 minute ke tez dhakkon mein mera paani khud ba khud nikal aaya, control nahi raha. Main jaldi se lund bahar nikala, aur saara garam maal uske pet par, uske doodh par, uski nabhi mein udel diya. Dhaare nikal rahe the, garam aur chipchipa, uske badan par fail gaya. Woh saans phoolaye leti rahi, aankhen khol kar mujhe dekha, phir ungli se pet pe gira maal utha kar chaatne lagi, zubaan se chaat-chaat kar saaf kiya, aankhon mein sukoon aur shaitani dono thi, jaise keh rahi ho – aur chahiye.

Main uske upar let gaya, saans phooli hui, mera lund abhi bhi uski jaangh par ragad raha tha, geela. Hum dono paseene se bheege hue the, chandni humare badan par pad rahi thi, aur raat ki hawa thandi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Ab toh pakka ho gaya, yeh saali ab meri har raat ki chudai banne wali hai, chhat par ya kahin bhi, bas yeh jism ab mera hai.


Saara maal udelne ke baad bhi lund mein aag baaki thi, jaise abhi bhi bhookha ho. Mera lund abhi bhi sakht tha, halka geela, aur uski chut ki garmahat yaad kar raha tha. Pammi pet pe haath ferte hue muskurayi, uski aankhen shaitani se bhari hui thi, “Bas ho gaya papa…? Itna jaldi thak gaye?”

Maine usko ghoora, uske chehre par paseena chamak raha tha chandni mein, phir zor se bola, “Bas? Abhi to shuruaat hai saali… tu abhi jaanegi asli maza kya hota hai.” Mera josh dobara ubal pada, dil ki dhadkan tezi se chal rahi thi, jaise yeh raat kabhi khatam na ho.

Uske baal pakde, zor se kheench kar uthaya aur ghutno ke bal bitha diya. Woh cheekhi nahi, bas aankhen band kar ke muskurayi, jaise use yeh sab pasand aa raha ho. “Ban kutiya… ab peeche se lunga!” Maine hukum diya, aur woh turant samajh gayi, jaise pehle se taiyar ho.



Woh ghutno aur haathon ke bal ho gayi, kamar jhuka ke gaand upar utha di, poori tarah se samarpit. Chandni mein uski gaand bilkul chamak rahi thi, gol-gol aur mulayam, aur uski chut se abhi bhi paani tapak raha tha, mera maal aur uska ras mila hua, geela-geela. Uski peeth ki curve itni sexy thi ki main aur pagal ho gaya, hawa mein uski mahak fail rahi thi, jism ki garmi.



Main uske peeche baitha, ghutnon par, aur gaand ke dono cheeks alag kiye, unhe faila kar dekha – uski tight hole abhi bhi laal thi pehle round se. Ek hi jhatke mein poora lund andar thok diya, jaise koi teer chhod diya ho. Woh andar tak mehsoos hui, garam aur geeli, deewaren jakad li mere lund ko.

“AAAAHHH PAPAAA…!” Uski cheekh raat mein goonj gayi, thodi dard bhari lekin maza se bhari, jaise woh yahi chahti thi. Uski awaaz ne mujhe aur josh diya, main ruk nahi saka.

Phir maine uski kamar pakdi, dono haathon se jakad kar, aur kutte ki tarah dana-dan dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke se uski gaand lahar jaati, jaise paani mein lahren, aur chut se “phach-phach” awaaz aa rahi thi, geela sound jo raat ke sannate mein aur tez lag raha tha. Mera lund andar-bahar ho raha tha, poora control mere haath mein, aur woh har dhakke par peeche ko dhakel rahi thi, saath de rahi thi.

Main gaaliyan dete ja raha tha, josh mein kho kar… “Le kutiya… le… ab roz aise hi gaand hila ke aaegi mere saamne! Tu ab meri maal hai, samjhi?” Maine uski gaand pe haath maara, halka thappad, aur woh sisak uthi. “Haan papa… roz chodna… apni beti ko roz kutiya bana ke chodo… aaaahhh… haan…” Uski awaaz tooti-tooti thi, lekin uttejna se bhari.

Woh peeche ko gaand dhakel rahi thi, baal bikhre hue the chehre par, muh khula hua, sirf sisiyaa rahi thi… “Aaaahhh… faad do papa… aaj se main aapki kutiya hoon… har din aapke liye gaand uthaungi…” Uski jaanghen kaanp rahi thi, haath khatkhatiya par jakde hue, aur woh apni kamar hilate hue mujhe aur andar le rahi thi.

Maine uske baal kheench ke peeche khincha, uska sir upar utha, ek haath se uska doodh masla – zor se daba diya, nipple ko noch liya – doosre haath se gaand pe thappad maara… Chataaak! Chataaak! Awaaz goonji, uski gaand laal ho gayi, lekin woh aur zor se cheekhi, “Haan papa… maro… aur maro… main aapki hoon…”

Bas 5-6 minute ke tez dhakkon mein doosri baar jhad gaya… is baar control nahi kiya, poora maal uski chut ke andar hi chhod diya, dhaare nikalte hue, garam aur bhara hua. Mera lund andar hi ruk gaya ek pal, use bharte hue mehsoos kiya.

Lund bahar nikala to geela-geela, chamak raha tha uske ras aur mere maal se, aur uski chut se maal tapakne laga, dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha, jaanghon par fail gaya. Woh wahi kutiya ban ke let gayi, saans phooli hui, gaand ab bhi upar uthi hui, jaise abhi bhi taiyar ho. Uska chehra paseene se bhiga, aankhen band, lekin honthon par muskurahat.

Maine uske gaal pe haath phera, dheere se, aur bola, “Ab ja… neeche ja ke so ja… kal subah se nayi zindagi shuru. Ab tu meri har cheez hai.” Woh aankhen khol kar mujhe dekha, shukriya bhari nigah, phir muskurayi, petticoat neeche kiya, usne apne badan ko dheka, aur dheere se uth kar chali gayi, seedhiyon se neeche, uski gaand hilti hui.

Main wahi kursi pe baith gaya, saans lete hue, lund ab dheela ho raha tha lekin sukoon tha. Chandni ab bhi thi, raat thandi, lekin ab to ghar ki har raat aisi hi hone wali hai, Pammi ke saath, chhat par ya kahin bhi, yeh aag kabhi nahi bujhegi.