Incest Ek Anokha Bandhan: Maa Aur Bete Ki Dilchasp Kahani
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Part 10
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Manali se wapas aane ke baad, Kartik aur Pooja ke rishte mein ek nayi garmi thi, lekin saath hi ek chhupa sa guilt bhi tha jo dono ke mann mein kahin na kahin baitha tha.
Ek shaam, ghar ke living room mein, jab Colonel Saab apne kamre mein so rahe the—ya shayad hum dono ko aisa lagne ka bahana chahiye tha—dono ka dil phir se ek doosre ke liye tadap utha.
Pooja ne ek chhoti si silk ki nightie pehni thi jo uski gol-gol gaand aur bharpoor chhatiyon ko saaf dikha rhi thi.
Kartik uske paas sofe par baith gaya, uska lund pant ke andar tanav mehsoos kar raha tha.“Kartik, yeh ghar ab alag sa lagta hai… tu mere paas aaja,” Pooja ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi.
Kartik ne uske nange kandhe par haath rakha, uski mulayam twacha ko chhute hue bola, “Maa, tumhare paas aane se dil ko sukoon milta hai, lekin… kya yeh sahi hai?”
Pooja ne ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, phir guilt ko dabaate hue boli, “Dil jo chaahe, wahi sahi hai.”
Dono ke chehre kareeb aaye, aur Kartik ne Pooja ke raseele honthon ko chuma.
Usne nightie ke neeche haath dala, uski geeli choot ko ungliyon se chhua aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot abhi bhi itni geeli aur garam hai.”
Pooja ne siski li aur uski pant ki zip khol di. Uska tana hua lund bahar nikala aur boli, “Tera yeh lund meri choot ko pagal kar deta hai, Kartik.”
Woh sofe par let gayi, apni taangein khol di, aur Kartik ne uski nightie upar uthayi. Usne apna lund uski choot ke muhaane par rakha, ek halka sa dhakka diya, aur lund poora andar chala gaya.
“Aah… … teri choot mujhe har baar kasi hui lagti hai,” usne kaha aur dheere-dheere dhakke marne laga.
Pooja ke muh se siskiyaan nikalne lagi, “Ooh… Kartik… yeh kitna accha lagta hai… zor se… aur zor se.”
Tabhi, Colonel Saab ka kamra khula. Woh bahar aaye aur dono ko aise dekhkar ek pal ke liye ruk gaye.
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Manali se wapas aane ke baad, Kartik aur Pooja ke rishte mein ek nayi garmi thi, lekin saath hi ek chhupa sa guilt bhi tha jo dono ke mann mein kahin na kahin baitha tha.
Ek shaam, ghar ke living room mein, jab Colonel Saab apne kamre mein so rahe the—ya shayad hum dono ko aisa lagne ka bahana chahiye tha—dono ka dil phir se ek doosre ke liye tadap utha.
Pooja ne ek chhoti si silk ki nightie pehni thi jo uski gol-gol gaand aur bharpoor chhatiyon ko saaf dikha rhi thi.
Kartik uske paas sofe par baith gaya, uska lund pant ke andar tanav mehsoos kar raha tha.“Kartik, yeh ghar ab alag sa lagta hai… tu mere paas aaja,” Pooja ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi.
Kartik ne uske nange kandhe par haath rakha, uski mulayam twacha ko chhute hue bola, “Maa, tumhare paas aane se dil ko sukoon milta hai, lekin… kya yeh sahi hai?”
Pooja ne ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, phir guilt ko dabaate hue boli, “Dil jo chaahe, wahi sahi hai.”
Dono ke chehre kareeb aaye, aur Kartik ne Pooja ke raseele honthon ko chuma.
Usne nightie ke neeche haath dala, uski geeli choot ko ungliyon se chhua aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot abhi bhi itni geeli aur garam hai.”
Pooja ne siski li aur uski pant ki zip khol di. Uska tana hua lund bahar nikala aur boli, “Tera yeh lund meri choot ko pagal kar deta hai, Kartik.”
Woh sofe par let gayi, apni taangein khol di, aur Kartik ne uski nightie upar uthayi. Usne apna lund uski choot ke muhaane par rakha, ek halka sa dhakka diya, aur lund poora andar chala gaya.
“Aah… … teri choot mujhe har baar kasi hui lagti hai,” usne kaha aur dheere-dheere dhakke marne laga.
Pooja ke muh se siskiyaan nikalne lagi, “Ooh… Kartik… yeh kitna accha lagta hai… zor se… aur zor se.”
Tabhi, Colonel Saab ka kamra khula. Woh bahar aaye aur dono ko aise dekhkar ek pal ke liye ruk gaye.
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Part 11
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Pooja ne jaldi se nightie neeche karne ki koshish ki, aur Kartik ne pant upar chadhayi, lekin Colonel ne haath uthakar bola, “Ruko. Mujhe sab samajh aa gaya hai.”
Dono ke chehre laal ho gaye, sharam aur guilt se bhar gaye, lekin Colonel ne shaant awaaz mein kaha, “Main purane zamaane ka aadmi hoon, lekin dil ki baat ko samajhta hoon. Tum dono khush ho toh mujhe koi aitraaz nahi.”
Phir unhone ek ajeeb si muskurahat ke saath bola, “Tum dono yahin karo, mere saamne. Ab chhupane ki zarurat nahi.”
Yeh sunte hi Kartik aur Pooja ek doosre ko dekhte rahe—sharam ab dheere-dheere sukoon aur chhoti si excitement mein badal rahi thi.
Colonel kursi par baith gaye, aur Kartik ne Pooja ki nightie poori tarah utaar di. Pooja nangi sofe par baithi, uski choot abhi bhi geeli thi, aur Kartik ne apni pant utaar di.
Uska lund khada tha, aur Colonel ke saamne hi usne Pooja ki taangein uthayi aur apna lund uski choot mein dala. “Aah… Kartik… ab sharam nahi… bas maza hai,” Pooja ne kaha, uski siskiyaan ab khule aam goonj rahi thi.
Kartik ne tezi se dhakke marne shuru kiye, uski choot ke andar har dhakke ke saath awaaz aati thi—chhap… chhap… chhap.
Usne Pooja ke bade-bade stanon ko dabaya, unke nipples ko masla, aur bola, “Maa, teri choot aur tere yeh chuchiyan mujhe hamesha pagal kar dete hain.”
Pooja ne apne haathon se Kartik ki gaand pakdi aur boli, “Kartik, meri choot ko aur zor se chod… teri maa ki choot tujhse chudne ke liye tarasti hai.”
Kartik ne usko palat diya, ab Pooja doggy style mein thi, apni gaand hawa mein uthaye hue.
Kartik ne piche se apna lund uski choot mein dala aur zor-zor se dhakke marne laga.
Pooja ke stan jhool rahe the, aur uski cheekhein kamre mein goonj rahi thi, “Aah… Kartik… meri choot phaad do… ooh… kitna maza aa raha hai.”
Colonel Saab chupchap dekhte rahe, unke chehre par koi virodh nahi tha.
Us raat, dono apne kamre mein gaye. Kartik ne Pooja ko bed par litaya, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi, aur missionary style mein uski choot mein lund dala.
“Aah… Kartik… ab humein chhupna nahi… chod mujhe khulkar,” Pooja ne kaha. Kartik ne tezi se dhakke mare, uski choot ke andar tak lund ko ghusedta hua, aur bola, “Maa, teri choot ka ras mujhe har baar nayi si masti deta hai.”
Usne Pooja ke chuchiyon ko zor se dabaya, unke nipples ko chusa, aur phir usko palat diya. Doggy style mein piche se uski choot me lund dala, uski gaand par thappad marte hue bola, “Teri yeh gaand aur choot… bas inke liye jeeta hoon.”
Pooja ke moans aur Kartik ke dhakke kamre mein goonjte rahe, aur dono ek sath jhad gaye—Kartik ka veerya Pooja ki choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ki cheekh ke saath uska ras bhi baha.
Dono ek doosre ke saath lipat kar let gaye, guilt ab poori tarah maza aur sukoon mein badal chuka tha.
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Pooja ne jaldi se nightie neeche karne ki koshish ki, aur Kartik ne pant upar chadhayi, lekin Colonel ne haath uthakar bola, “Ruko. Mujhe sab samajh aa gaya hai.”
Dono ke chehre laal ho gaye, sharam aur guilt se bhar gaye, lekin Colonel ne shaant awaaz mein kaha, “Main purane zamaane ka aadmi hoon, lekin dil ki baat ko samajhta hoon. Tum dono khush ho toh mujhe koi aitraaz nahi.”
Phir unhone ek ajeeb si muskurahat ke saath bola, “Tum dono yahin karo, mere saamne. Ab chhupane ki zarurat nahi.”
Yeh sunte hi Kartik aur Pooja ek doosre ko dekhte rahe—sharam ab dheere-dheere sukoon aur chhoti si excitement mein badal rahi thi.
Colonel kursi par baith gaye, aur Kartik ne Pooja ki nightie poori tarah utaar di. Pooja nangi sofe par baithi, uski choot abhi bhi geeli thi, aur Kartik ne apni pant utaar di.
Uska lund khada tha, aur Colonel ke saamne hi usne Pooja ki taangein uthayi aur apna lund uski choot mein dala. “Aah… Kartik… ab sharam nahi… bas maza hai,” Pooja ne kaha, uski siskiyaan ab khule aam goonj rahi thi.
Kartik ne tezi se dhakke marne shuru kiye, uski choot ke andar har dhakke ke saath awaaz aati thi—chhap… chhap… chhap.
Usne Pooja ke bade-bade stanon ko dabaya, unke nipples ko masla, aur bola, “Maa, teri choot aur tere yeh chuchiyan mujhe hamesha pagal kar dete hain.”
Pooja ne apne haathon se Kartik ki gaand pakdi aur boli, “Kartik, meri choot ko aur zor se chod… teri maa ki choot tujhse chudne ke liye tarasti hai.”
Kartik ne usko palat diya, ab Pooja doggy style mein thi, apni gaand hawa mein uthaye hue.
Kartik ne piche se apna lund uski choot mein dala aur zor-zor se dhakke marne laga.
Pooja ke stan jhool rahe the, aur uski cheekhein kamre mein goonj rahi thi, “Aah… Kartik… meri choot phaad do… ooh… kitna maza aa raha hai.”
Colonel Saab chupchap dekhte rahe, unke chehre par koi virodh nahi tha.
Us raat, dono apne kamre mein gaye. Kartik ne Pooja ko bed par litaya, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi, aur missionary style mein uski choot mein lund dala.
“Aah… Kartik… ab humein chhupna nahi… chod mujhe khulkar,” Pooja ne kaha. Kartik ne tezi se dhakke mare, uski choot ke andar tak lund ko ghusedta hua, aur bola, “Maa, teri choot ka ras mujhe har baar nayi si masti deta hai.”
Usne Pooja ke chuchiyon ko zor se dabaya, unke nipples ko chusa, aur phir usko palat diya. Doggy style mein piche se uski choot me lund dala, uski gaand par thappad marte hue bola, “Teri yeh gaand aur choot… bas inke liye jeeta hoon.”
Pooja ke moans aur Kartik ke dhakke kamre mein goonjte rahe, aur dono ek sath jhad gaye—Kartik ka veerya Pooja ki choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ki cheekh ke saath uska ras bhi baha.
Dono ek doosre ke saath lipat kar let gaye, guilt ab poori tarah maza aur sukoon mein badal chuka tha.
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Part 12
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Kuch dino baad Kartik ne apni graduation ke imtihaan ke results dekhe—usne pehli shreni ke number paye the.
Ghar mein chhota sa jashn hua; Pooja ne apne haathon se mithai banayi aur Kartik ko khilate hue gale lagaya. “Tujhe dekhkar mujhe fakr hota hai, Kartik,” usne dil se kaha, apni aankhon mein pyar aur garv bharte hue.
Kartik ne uske kaan mein dheere se bola, “Yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai, Maa. Tum meri sab kuch ho.” Pooja ne muskurakar uske maathe ko chuma, lekin Kartik ke dil mein ek alag si bechaini thi.
Usne socha ki apni maa ko ek chhoti si khushi dene ke liye police station jayega, jahan Pooja DSP ke taur par kaam karti thi.
Us din Pooja patrolling par thi, aur Kartik ke paas mauka tha uske liye ek chhota sa tohfa lekar jane ka—ek chandi ka kangan jo usne apni pehli internship ki kamai se kharida tha.
Station pahunchte hi Kartik ne dekha ki wahan ka mahoul thoda sannata sa tha. Sipahi apne kaam mein lage the, aur ek kone mein Neha, Pooja ki team ki officer, files ko sambhaal rahi thi.
Neha ek sundar, tez ladki thi—uski vardi uske badan ko bilkul shape me dikhati thi, aur uske lambe baal ek tight bun mein bandhe the.
Kartik ko dekhte hi uski aankhon mein ek chamak aayi. “Arre, Kartik! Aaj yahan kaise?” usne thodi si shararti si muskurahat ke saath pucha.
Kartik ne apni kurte ki jeb se kangan ka dabba nikalte hue kaha, “Maa ko ek chhoti sa surprise dena tha—mera result aaya hai. First class mila hai.” Neha ne table par files rakh di aur Kartik ke paas aayi.
“Toh pehle mujhe mubarakbaad do, phir Maa ko,” usne mazak mein kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek alag si garmi thi.
Kartik ne hanskar bola, “Mubarakbaad toh banta hai, Neha. Tum bhi toh meri dost ho.”
Neha ne ek pal uski aankhon mein dekha, phir dheere se boli, “Dost? Bas itna hi? Main toh sochti thi ki hum mein kuch zyada hai.”
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Kuch dino baad Kartik ne apni graduation ke imtihaan ke results dekhe—usne pehli shreni ke number paye the.
Ghar mein chhota sa jashn hua; Pooja ne apne haathon se mithai banayi aur Kartik ko khilate hue gale lagaya. “Tujhe dekhkar mujhe fakr hota hai, Kartik,” usne dil se kaha, apni aankhon mein pyar aur garv bharte hue.
Kartik ne uske kaan mein dheere se bola, “Yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai, Maa. Tum meri sab kuch ho.” Pooja ne muskurakar uske maathe ko chuma, lekin Kartik ke dil mein ek alag si bechaini thi.
Usne socha ki apni maa ko ek chhoti si khushi dene ke liye police station jayega, jahan Pooja DSP ke taur par kaam karti thi.
Us din Pooja patrolling par thi, aur Kartik ke paas mauka tha uske liye ek chhota sa tohfa lekar jane ka—ek chandi ka kangan jo usne apni pehli internship ki kamai se kharida tha.
Station pahunchte hi Kartik ne dekha ki wahan ka mahoul thoda sannata sa tha. Sipahi apne kaam mein lage the, aur ek kone mein Neha, Pooja ki team ki officer, files ko sambhaal rahi thi.
Neha ek sundar, tez ladki thi—uski vardi uske badan ko bilkul shape me dikhati thi, aur uske lambe baal ek tight bun mein bandhe the.
Kartik ko dekhte hi uski aankhon mein ek chamak aayi. “Arre, Kartik! Aaj yahan kaise?” usne thodi si shararti si muskurahat ke saath pucha.
Kartik ne apni kurte ki jeb se kangan ka dabba nikalte hue kaha, “Maa ko ek chhoti sa surprise dena tha—mera result aaya hai. First class mila hai.” Neha ne table par files rakh di aur Kartik ke paas aayi.
“Toh pehle mujhe mubarakbaad do, phir Maa ko,” usne mazak mein kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek alag si garmi thi.
Kartik ne hanskar bola, “Mubarakbaad toh banta hai, Neha. Tum bhi toh meri dost ho.”
Neha ne ek pal uski aankhon mein dekha, phir dheere se boli, “Dost? Bas itna hi? Main toh sochti thi ki hum mein kuch zyada hai.”
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Part 13
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Kartik thoda sa pareshan hua, lekin Neha ki baaton mein ek ajeeb si kashish thi.
“Neha, yeh kya bol rahi ho?” usne sawaal kiya, lekin Neha ne uska haath pakad liya aur bola, “Kartik, main tujhe kabse dekh rahi hoon. Jab bhi tu yahan aata hai, meri aankhein tujhse nahi hatati. Aaj mauka hai, aur station bhi khali hai.”
Wo Kartik ko ek chhote se store room ki taraf le gayi, jahan purane records ki files ka dher laga tha.
Darwaza band karte hue usne kaha, “Yahan koi nahi aayega. Sirf hum dono.”
Store room chhota sa tha—ek purani lakdi ki table, thodi si dhool, aur ek bulb ki roshni.
Kartik ne kaha, “Neha, yeh thik nahi lagta… Maa ko pata chala toh?” Neha ne uske paas aakar uski kurte ke collar ko chhuate hue bola, “Pooja didi ko main sambhaal lungi. Lekin abhi yeh pal mera hai, Kartik. Tu kitna sundar hai, aur main kabse tadap rahi hoon yeh jaanne ke liye ki tera yeh badan kaisa lagta hai.”
Usne apni vardi ke shirt ke do button khole, apne bharpoor chhatiyon ko dikhaya—uski kaali bra unhe sambhale hue thi.
Phir usne Kartik ka haath uthakar apni chhatiyon par rakh diya aur boli, “Chhoo mujhe, Kartik. Yeh dil tujhse baat karna chahta hai."
Kartik ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Neha ki twacha garam thi, aur uski chhatiyan uske haathon mein mulayam lagi.
Uska lund pant ke andar sakht ho gaya, aur woh bardasht nahi kar paya. “Neha… yeh galat hai… lekin tu itni khoobsurat hai,” usne kaha, apni awaaz mein thodi si bechaini ke saath.
Neha ne uski pant ki zip kholi, uska tana hua lund bahar nikala, aur haath mein lete hue boli, “Yeh toh kitna bada aur mota hai… Kartik, mujhe yeh abhi chahiye.”
Usne Kartik ko table par bithaya, apni vardi ki pant thodi neeche sarka di, aur panty side mein hata di.
Uski geeli choot saaf dikh rahi thi, aur woh Kartik ke lund par baith gayi. Lund uski choot mein dheere se ghusa, aur Neha ne upar-neeche hona shuru kiya.
“Aah… Kartik… tera yeh lund meri choot ko pura bhar raha hai… ooh,” usne siski li.
Kartik ke haathon ne Neha ki kamar pakdi, aur woh bhi uske saath taal mein hilne laga.
“Neha… teri choot itni garam aur geeli hai… aah… yeh maza alag hai,” usne siski ke saath kaha.
Table har dhakke ke saath thodi si awaaz kar rahi thi—thak-thak-thak. Neha ki chhatiyan uske saamne uchal rahi thi, aur usne apni bra neeche kheench di, taki Kartik unhe chhoo sake.
Kartik ne uske nipples ko ungliyon se masla aur bola, “Neha, teri yeh chhatiyan kitni naram hai… mujhe pagal kar rahi hai.”
Neha ne tezi se apni kamar hilayi aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe chod do… meri choot ko teri lund ki aadat pad jaye… aah.”
Phir Neha ne table par haath rakhe, ghodi ban gayi, aur apni gaand hawa mein uthayi.
Kartik ne piche se uski choot mein lund dala—ek zor ka dhakka, aur poora lund andar chala gaya. “Aah… Neha… teri choot ki ye tighness… ooh,” Kartik ne kaha aur tezi se dhakke marne laga.
Neha ki siskiyaan store room mein goonj rahi thi, “Kartik… zor se… meri choot phaad do… aah… kitna maza aa raha hai.”
Uske haathon ne table ko zor se pakda, aur Kartik ne uski gaand par ek thappad mara, phir uske baalon ko pakadkar piche kheenchte hue aur tezi se choda.
Har dhakke ke saath Neha ki choot se ras tapak raha tha, aur Kartik ka lund usmein gehra ja raha tha.
“Neha… teri yeh choot mujhe pagal kar degi… aah,” Kartik ne kaha, aur Neha ne jawab diya, “Toh pagal ho ja… meri choot teri hai… chod mujhe har roz.”
Dono ke jism pasine se bheeg gaye the, aur ek aakhiri zor daar dhakke ke saath Kartik ne apna veerya Neha ki choot mein chhod diya.
Neha bhi usi waqt jhad gayi, uski choot ke muscles Kartik ke lund ko dabate hue. Dono haanfte hue table ke paas hi baith gaye.
Neha ne Kartik ke honthon ko chuma aur boli, “Kartik, yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Hum ab har roz milenge, wada kar?”
Kartik ne thodi si sharam ke saath kaha, “Neha, yeh maza alag hai… lekin Maa ko pata nahi chalna chahiye. Tumse milta rahunga, lekin akele mein.”
Neha ne muskurakar bola, “Main samajhti hoon. Pooja didi ko pata nahi chalega, lekin thodi si masti mere saath toh banti hai. Wada kar, hum aise hi milenge.”
Kartik ne haan mein sar hilaya, aur dono ne apne kapde thik kiye, lekin unke dil mein ek nayi garmi aur josh jag chuka tha—jo Pooja ke pyar ke saath saath chalta rahega.
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Kartik thoda sa pareshan hua, lekin Neha ki baaton mein ek ajeeb si kashish thi.
“Neha, yeh kya bol rahi ho?” usne sawaal kiya, lekin Neha ne uska haath pakad liya aur bola, “Kartik, main tujhe kabse dekh rahi hoon. Jab bhi tu yahan aata hai, meri aankhein tujhse nahi hatati. Aaj mauka hai, aur station bhi khali hai.”
Wo Kartik ko ek chhote se store room ki taraf le gayi, jahan purane records ki files ka dher laga tha.
Darwaza band karte hue usne kaha, “Yahan koi nahi aayega. Sirf hum dono.”
Store room chhota sa tha—ek purani lakdi ki table, thodi si dhool, aur ek bulb ki roshni.
Kartik ne kaha, “Neha, yeh thik nahi lagta… Maa ko pata chala toh?” Neha ne uske paas aakar uski kurte ke collar ko chhuate hue bola, “Pooja didi ko main sambhaal lungi. Lekin abhi yeh pal mera hai, Kartik. Tu kitna sundar hai, aur main kabse tadap rahi hoon yeh jaanne ke liye ki tera yeh badan kaisa lagta hai.”
Usne apni vardi ke shirt ke do button khole, apne bharpoor chhatiyon ko dikhaya—uski kaali bra unhe sambhale hue thi.
Phir usne Kartik ka haath uthakar apni chhatiyon par rakh diya aur boli, “Chhoo mujhe, Kartik. Yeh dil tujhse baat karna chahta hai."
Kartik ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Neha ki twacha garam thi, aur uski chhatiyan uske haathon mein mulayam lagi.
Uska lund pant ke andar sakht ho gaya, aur woh bardasht nahi kar paya. “Neha… yeh galat hai… lekin tu itni khoobsurat hai,” usne kaha, apni awaaz mein thodi si bechaini ke saath.
Neha ne uski pant ki zip kholi, uska tana hua lund bahar nikala, aur haath mein lete hue boli, “Yeh toh kitna bada aur mota hai… Kartik, mujhe yeh abhi chahiye.”
Usne Kartik ko table par bithaya, apni vardi ki pant thodi neeche sarka di, aur panty side mein hata di.
Uski geeli choot saaf dikh rahi thi, aur woh Kartik ke lund par baith gayi. Lund uski choot mein dheere se ghusa, aur Neha ne upar-neeche hona shuru kiya.
“Aah… Kartik… tera yeh lund meri choot ko pura bhar raha hai… ooh,” usne siski li.
Kartik ke haathon ne Neha ki kamar pakdi, aur woh bhi uske saath taal mein hilne laga.
“Neha… teri choot itni garam aur geeli hai… aah… yeh maza alag hai,” usne siski ke saath kaha.
Table har dhakke ke saath thodi si awaaz kar rahi thi—thak-thak-thak. Neha ki chhatiyan uske saamne uchal rahi thi, aur usne apni bra neeche kheench di, taki Kartik unhe chhoo sake.
Kartik ne uske nipples ko ungliyon se masla aur bola, “Neha, teri yeh chhatiyan kitni naram hai… mujhe pagal kar rahi hai.”
Neha ne tezi se apni kamar hilayi aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe chod do… meri choot ko teri lund ki aadat pad jaye… aah.”
Phir Neha ne table par haath rakhe, ghodi ban gayi, aur apni gaand hawa mein uthayi.
Kartik ne piche se uski choot mein lund dala—ek zor ka dhakka, aur poora lund andar chala gaya. “Aah… Neha… teri choot ki ye tighness… ooh,” Kartik ne kaha aur tezi se dhakke marne laga.
Neha ki siskiyaan store room mein goonj rahi thi, “Kartik… zor se… meri choot phaad do… aah… kitna maza aa raha hai.”
Uske haathon ne table ko zor se pakda, aur Kartik ne uski gaand par ek thappad mara, phir uske baalon ko pakadkar piche kheenchte hue aur tezi se choda.
Har dhakke ke saath Neha ki choot se ras tapak raha tha, aur Kartik ka lund usmein gehra ja raha tha.
“Neha… teri yeh choot mujhe pagal kar degi… aah,” Kartik ne kaha, aur Neha ne jawab diya, “Toh pagal ho ja… meri choot teri hai… chod mujhe har roz.”
Dono ke jism pasine se bheeg gaye the, aur ek aakhiri zor daar dhakke ke saath Kartik ne apna veerya Neha ki choot mein chhod diya.
Neha bhi usi waqt jhad gayi, uski choot ke muscles Kartik ke lund ko dabate hue. Dono haanfte hue table ke paas hi baith gaye.
Neha ne Kartik ke honthon ko chuma aur boli, “Kartik, yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Hum ab har roz milenge, wada kar?”
Kartik ne thodi si sharam ke saath kaha, “Neha, yeh maza alag hai… lekin Maa ko pata nahi chalna chahiye. Tumse milta rahunga, lekin akele mein.”
Neha ne muskurakar bola, “Main samajhti hoon. Pooja didi ko pata nahi chalega, lekin thodi si masti mere saath toh banti hai. Wada kar, hum aise hi milenge.”
Kartik ne haan mein sar hilaya, aur dono ne apne kapde thik kiye, lekin unke dil mein ek nayi garmi aur josh jag chuka tha—jo Pooja ke pyar ke saath saath chalta rahega.
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Pooja ek bade case mein uljhi thi—ek khatarnaak apradhi, Ravi, jo ek gang ka sardar tha, ko pakadna aur usse poochhtaach karna uski zimmedari thi.
Ravi ko jail mein band kiya gaya tha, aur Pooja ko usse sach ughalvaane ke liye har had tak jana tha.
Ek chhote se jail ke kamre mein, jahan ek purani lakdi ki table aur do kursiyan thi, Pooja uske saamne baithi thi.
Kamre mein ek chhoti si khidki se thodi roshni aati thi, aur deewaron par sili si boo thi.
Ravi ke haathon mein hathkadiyan thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek shararti chamak saaf dikh rahi thi.
Usne Pooja ko ghoorte hue kaha, “DSP sahab, aapki vardi mein bhi ek alag si baat hai. Yeh uniform aapko aur bhi kamuk dikhata hai.”
Pooja ne apni thandi nigah us par daali aur sakht awaaz mein boli, “Chup reh, Ravi. Mujhe tera boss ka naam chahiye, aur kuch nahi. Jaldi bol, warna tujhe aisa sabak sikhaungi ki tu bhool nahi payega.”
Ravi ne ek thandi hansi chhodi aur apni zabaan se hoth chhuate hue kaha, “Naam ke liye kuch dena padega, madam. Main yun hi muft mein nahi bolta.”
Pooja uski baat ka matlab samajh gayi. Uska dil thodi der ke liye dhadka—yeh ek apradhi tha, ek gunda, lekin case itna bada tha ki uske boss ka naam jaanana zaroori tha.
Usne apne dil mein ek chhoti si jung ladi, phir constable ko ishara kiya aur boli, “Tum bahar jao. Mujhe isse akela mein baat karni hai.”
Constable ne thodi hairani se dekha, lekin Pooja ki sakht awaaz sunte hi chupchap bahar chala gaya.
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Pooja ek bade case mein uljhi thi—ek khatarnaak apradhi, Ravi, jo ek gang ka sardar tha, ko pakadna aur usse poochhtaach karna uski zimmedari thi.
Ravi ko jail mein band kiya gaya tha, aur Pooja ko usse sach ughalvaane ke liye har had tak jana tha.
Ek chhote se jail ke kamre mein, jahan ek purani lakdi ki table aur do kursiyan thi, Pooja uske saamne baithi thi.
Kamre mein ek chhoti si khidki se thodi roshni aati thi, aur deewaron par sili si boo thi.
Ravi ke haathon mein hathkadiyan thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek shararti chamak saaf dikh rahi thi.
Usne Pooja ko ghoorte hue kaha, “DSP sahab, aapki vardi mein bhi ek alag si baat hai. Yeh uniform aapko aur bhi kamuk dikhata hai.”
Pooja ne apni thandi nigah us par daali aur sakht awaaz mein boli, “Chup reh, Ravi. Mujhe tera boss ka naam chahiye, aur kuch nahi. Jaldi bol, warna tujhe aisa sabak sikhaungi ki tu bhool nahi payega.”
Ravi ne ek thandi hansi chhodi aur apni zabaan se hoth chhuate hue kaha, “Naam ke liye kuch dena padega, madam. Main yun hi muft mein nahi bolta.”
Pooja uski baat ka matlab samajh gayi. Uska dil thodi der ke liye dhadka—yeh ek apradhi tha, ek gunda, lekin case itna bada tha ki uske boss ka naam jaanana zaroori tha.
Usne apne dil mein ek chhoti si jung ladi, phir constable ko ishara kiya aur boli, “Tum bahar jao. Mujhe isse akela mein baat karni hai.”
Constable ne thodi hairani se dekha, lekin Pooja ki sakht awaaz sunte hi chupchap bahar chala gaya.
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Part 15
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Darwaza band hote hi Pooja Ravi ke paas aayi. Usne apni vardi ki kurti ka collar thik kiya aur sawaal kiya, “Bol, kya chahiye tujhe?”
Ravi ne apni kursi par thodi si harkat ki, apni hathkadiyon ko khadkate hue bola, “Tumhara yeh jism… ek baar chakhna chahta hoon, madam. Tum jaisi aurat mere sapnon mein bhi nahi aati.”
Pooja ka chehra thodi der ke liye garm ho gaya gusse se, lekin usne apne aap ko sambhala.
Yeh uske liye ek bada sankat tha—ek taraf uska farz tha, doosri taraf uska apmaan. Lekin usne socha ki agar yeh case hal hua, toh kayi logon ki jaan bachegi.
Usne ek gehri saans li aur boli, “Thik hai, Ravi. Lekin jaldi kar… aur naam bol. Yeh khel zyada der nahi chalega.”
Ravi ke chehre par ek jeet ki muskurahat aayi. Pooja ne apni vardi ke shirt ke button dheere-dheere khole, ek-ek karke, jab tak uski chhatiyan saaf dikhne na lagi.
Usne neele colour ki bra pehni thi jo uski bharpoor chhatiyon ko sambhale hue thi.
Ravi ki aankhein chamak uthi, aur usne bola, “Aah… madam, yeh chhatiyan kitni naram dikh rahi hai… mera lund abhi se sakht ho gaya.”
Pooja ne uski baat suni, lekin apne dil mein ek thanda sa gussa bhi tha. Usne Ravi ki pant ki zip kholi, uska tana hua lund bahar nikala—yeh mota aur lamba tha, aur uski garmi uske haath mein mehsoos hui.
Usne Ravi ko kursi par bithaya aur apni vardi ki pant thodi neeche sarka di, chaddi ko bhi side mein hata diya.
Uski choot thodi geeli thi—shayad gusse aur tension ka asar—aur usne Ravi ke lund par baithne ke liye apni taangein kholi.
“Jaldi kar, Ravi… aur naam bol,” Pooja ne siski ke saath kaha jab usne apni choot ko uske lund par rakha.
Lund dheere se uski choot mein ghusa, aur Pooja ne upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. “Aah… madam… teri choot kitni tight hai… ooh,” Ravi ne moan kiya, apne haathon ko hathkadiyon mein jhatakte hue.
Pooja ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa bhaav tha—nafrat aur zarurat ka mishran. Usne tezi se apni kamar hilayi, uski chhatiyan uske saamne uchal rahi thi, aur choli ke upar se bhi unka ubhar saaf dikh raha tha.
“Bol, Ravi… tera boss kaun hai… aah,” usne kaha, apni siskiyon ko dabate hue. Ravi ne uski kamar pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin hathkadiyon ne use roka.
Usne bola, “Boss ka naam… Vikram hai… ab zor se karo, madam… aah.”
Pooja ne apni raftar badha di, uski choot Ravi ke lund ko poori tarah nigal rahi thi.
Har dhakke ke saath ek thap-thap ki awaaz kamre mein goonjti thi, aur uski chhatiyan tezi se uchal rahi thi.
Usne apni bra upar uthayi, apni chhatiyon ko azad kiya, aur Ravi ke haathon ko un par rakhne diya.
“Aah… yeh chhatiyan… kitni mulayam hai… madam, tu ek aag hai,” Ravi ne kaha, uske haath Pooja ki chhatiyon ko zor se dabate hue.
Pooja ne apne aap ko sambhalte hue bola, “Chup reh… aur mujhe jaldi chod… yeh tera aakhiri mauka hai.”
Phir Pooja ne Ravi ko khada kiya, uski hathkadiyan abhi bhi bandhi thi. Usne deewar ke sahare apne haath rakhe, apni gaand hawa mein uthayi, aur boli, “Piche se daal… aur jaldi kar.”
Ravi ne uski pant aur chaddi ko poori tarah neeche kiya, uski geeli choot ko dekha, aur apna lund usmein ek dhakke ke saath ghused diya. “Aah… madam… teri choot ka yeh gila pan… ooh,” Ravi ne kaha aur zor-zor se dhakke marne laga.
Pooja ki choot mein har dhakka ek gehri chubhan la raha tha, aur uski siskiyaan kamre mein goonj rahi thi, “Aah… Ravi… bas naam ke liye… ooh… jaldi kar.”
Ravi ne uski gaand ko pakda, us par ek thappad mara, aur bola, “Madam, teri yeh gaand aur choot… main marte dum tak yaad rakhunga… aah.”
Har dhakke ke saath Pooja ki choot se ras tapak raha tha, aur Ravi ka lund uske andar tak ja raha tha. Usne Pooja ke baalon ko pakadkar piche kheencha aur tezi se choda, jab tak dono ek saath na jhad gaye.
Ravi ka veerya Pooja ki choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ki siski ke saath uska ras bhi neeche tapka.
Dono haanfte hue alag hue—Pooja ne jaldi se apni pant upar ki, vardi thik ki, aur Ravi ko kursi par baithne ka ishara kiya.
Kamre mein sannata chha gaya. Pooja ke dil mein ek bhaari sa bhaav tha—usne Ravi se boss ka naam, Vikram, jaan liya tha, lekin uske man mein Kartik ka chehra ghoom raha tha.
Usne apne aap se kaha, “Kartik… maine tujhse dhoka kiya… lekin yeh ek khatarnaak apradhi ko pakadne ke liye tha. Yeh sab case ke liye zaroori tha, warna kitne log marte. Lekin phir bhi… yeh galat tha.”
Uske dil mein sharam aur guilt tha, lekin saath hi ek chhota sa sukoon bhi—ki usne apna farz nibhaya.
Usne Ravi ko ek thandi nigah di aur boli, “Ab tu jail mein sadega, aur Vikram bhi jaldi yahan hoga.”
Phir woh kamre se bahar nikli, apne dil mein Kartik ke pyar ko sambhalte hue, lekin yeh ghatna uske zehan mein hamesha ke liye chhap chhod gayi.
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Darwaza band hote hi Pooja Ravi ke paas aayi. Usne apni vardi ki kurti ka collar thik kiya aur sawaal kiya, “Bol, kya chahiye tujhe?”
Ravi ne apni kursi par thodi si harkat ki, apni hathkadiyon ko khadkate hue bola, “Tumhara yeh jism… ek baar chakhna chahta hoon, madam. Tum jaisi aurat mere sapnon mein bhi nahi aati.”
Pooja ka chehra thodi der ke liye garm ho gaya gusse se, lekin usne apne aap ko sambhala.
Yeh uske liye ek bada sankat tha—ek taraf uska farz tha, doosri taraf uska apmaan. Lekin usne socha ki agar yeh case hal hua, toh kayi logon ki jaan bachegi.
Usne ek gehri saans li aur boli, “Thik hai, Ravi. Lekin jaldi kar… aur naam bol. Yeh khel zyada der nahi chalega.”
Ravi ke chehre par ek jeet ki muskurahat aayi. Pooja ne apni vardi ke shirt ke button dheere-dheere khole, ek-ek karke, jab tak uski chhatiyan saaf dikhne na lagi.
Usne neele colour ki bra pehni thi jo uski bharpoor chhatiyon ko sambhale hue thi.
Ravi ki aankhein chamak uthi, aur usne bola, “Aah… madam, yeh chhatiyan kitni naram dikh rahi hai… mera lund abhi se sakht ho gaya.”
Pooja ne uski baat suni, lekin apne dil mein ek thanda sa gussa bhi tha. Usne Ravi ki pant ki zip kholi, uska tana hua lund bahar nikala—yeh mota aur lamba tha, aur uski garmi uske haath mein mehsoos hui.
Usne Ravi ko kursi par bithaya aur apni vardi ki pant thodi neeche sarka di, chaddi ko bhi side mein hata diya.
Uski choot thodi geeli thi—shayad gusse aur tension ka asar—aur usne Ravi ke lund par baithne ke liye apni taangein kholi.
“Jaldi kar, Ravi… aur naam bol,” Pooja ne siski ke saath kaha jab usne apni choot ko uske lund par rakha.
Lund dheere se uski choot mein ghusa, aur Pooja ne upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. “Aah… madam… teri choot kitni tight hai… ooh,” Ravi ne moan kiya, apne haathon ko hathkadiyon mein jhatakte hue.
Pooja ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa bhaav tha—nafrat aur zarurat ka mishran. Usne tezi se apni kamar hilayi, uski chhatiyan uske saamne uchal rahi thi, aur choli ke upar se bhi unka ubhar saaf dikh raha tha.
“Bol, Ravi… tera boss kaun hai… aah,” usne kaha, apni siskiyon ko dabate hue. Ravi ne uski kamar pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin hathkadiyon ne use roka.
Usne bola, “Boss ka naam… Vikram hai… ab zor se karo, madam… aah.”
Pooja ne apni raftar badha di, uski choot Ravi ke lund ko poori tarah nigal rahi thi.
Har dhakke ke saath ek thap-thap ki awaaz kamre mein goonjti thi, aur uski chhatiyan tezi se uchal rahi thi.
Usne apni bra upar uthayi, apni chhatiyon ko azad kiya, aur Ravi ke haathon ko un par rakhne diya.
“Aah… yeh chhatiyan… kitni mulayam hai… madam, tu ek aag hai,” Ravi ne kaha, uske haath Pooja ki chhatiyon ko zor se dabate hue.
Pooja ne apne aap ko sambhalte hue bola, “Chup reh… aur mujhe jaldi chod… yeh tera aakhiri mauka hai.”
Phir Pooja ne Ravi ko khada kiya, uski hathkadiyan abhi bhi bandhi thi. Usne deewar ke sahare apne haath rakhe, apni gaand hawa mein uthayi, aur boli, “Piche se daal… aur jaldi kar.”
Ravi ne uski pant aur chaddi ko poori tarah neeche kiya, uski geeli choot ko dekha, aur apna lund usmein ek dhakke ke saath ghused diya. “Aah… madam… teri choot ka yeh gila pan… ooh,” Ravi ne kaha aur zor-zor se dhakke marne laga.
Pooja ki choot mein har dhakka ek gehri chubhan la raha tha, aur uski siskiyaan kamre mein goonj rahi thi, “Aah… Ravi… bas naam ke liye… ooh… jaldi kar.”
Ravi ne uski gaand ko pakda, us par ek thappad mara, aur bola, “Madam, teri yeh gaand aur choot… main marte dum tak yaad rakhunga… aah.”
Har dhakke ke saath Pooja ki choot se ras tapak raha tha, aur Ravi ka lund uske andar tak ja raha tha. Usne Pooja ke baalon ko pakadkar piche kheencha aur tezi se choda, jab tak dono ek saath na jhad gaye.
Ravi ka veerya Pooja ki choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ki siski ke saath uska ras bhi neeche tapka.
Dono haanfte hue alag hue—Pooja ne jaldi se apni pant upar ki, vardi thik ki, aur Ravi ko kursi par baithne ka ishara kiya.
Kamre mein sannata chha gaya. Pooja ke dil mein ek bhaari sa bhaav tha—usne Ravi se boss ka naam, Vikram, jaan liya tha, lekin uske man mein Kartik ka chehra ghoom raha tha.
Usne apne aap se kaha, “Kartik… maine tujhse dhoka kiya… lekin yeh ek khatarnaak apradhi ko pakadne ke liye tha. Yeh sab case ke liye zaroori tha, warna kitne log marte. Lekin phir bhi… yeh galat tha.”
Uske dil mein sharam aur guilt tha, lekin saath hi ek chhota sa sukoon bhi—ki usne apna farz nibhaya.
Usne Ravi ko ek thandi nigah di aur boli, “Ab tu jail mein sadega, aur Vikram bhi jaldi yahan hoga.”
Phir woh kamre se bahar nikli, apne dil mein Kartik ke pyar ko sambhalte hue, lekin yeh ghatna uske zehan mein hamesha ke liye chhap chhod gayi.