Adultery Main Aur Mere Sapne

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Doston, raat ka gehra andhera kamre mein faila hua tha – sirf night lamp ki halki peeli roshni pad rahi thi bed pe, ammi ki gori chamdi chamak rahi thi. Hum dono bed pe the – ammi neeche leti hui, main uske upar, uski bhari choochi mere muh ke paas thi. Maine ek nipple muh mein le liya dheere se – garam, naram, namkeen taste paseene ka. Jeebh se gol-gol ghumaya, choosne laga zor se, daanton se halka kaata. Ammi ki siski nikal gayi gehri – “Ahh… beta… ahh… choos… uff… ammi ke doodh… ahh… zor se choos… ahh… kitna mazaa aa raha hai… uff…”

Uski choochi mere muh mein dab rahi thi, nipple sakht ho gaya tha jeebh ke ragadne se, ammi ki kamar upar uth rahi thi bechaini se, haath mere baal mein ghuse hue the, sir ko aur zor se dabati hui choochi pe. Main choosta raha tez-tez, dusri choochi haath se masalne laga – naram gosht haath mein dab gaya, nipple ungliyon ke beech mein pakad ke khincha. Ammi sisak rahi thi – “Ahh… haan beta… ahh… aise hi… uff… ammi garam ho rahi hai… ahh… teri jeebh… ahh…”

Phir main ne muh se nipple nikaala dheere se – geela chamak raha tha laar se, ammi ki saansein tez chal rahi thi, aankhein hawas se chamak rahi thi. Maine dheere se poocha, awaaz garam aur dheemi – “Ammi… ahh… tum aisi kab se ho gayi ho ammi? Ye sab… uff… itni randi ban gayi ho… ahh… kyun? Batao na… ahh…”

Ammi ne aankhein band ki dheere se, muskurayi halki si, phir gardan ghuma ke mujhe dekha – “Ahh… beta… ahh… purani baat hai… uff… do saal pahle ki… ahh… sunega bol... ahh…jor se chus”

**Flashback –(2 Saal Pahle)**

Beta, us waqt tere papa ki umar 50 ke karib thi – unka jism thak chuka tha, kaam ki thakan se roz raat ko so jaate the. Main unki taraf dekhti thi bed pe, lekin wo sirf ghurrate rehte the. Meri umar 46 ki thi tab, jism abhi bhara hua tha, choochi bhari-bhari, gaand gol aur tight, chut mein aag jalti thi raat ko, lekin tere papa ka lund khada hi nahi hota tha sahi se. Ek do baar try karte the, lekin jaldi jhad jaate the ya fir dheela reh jaata tha. Main haanf rahi hoti thi bed pe, chut geeli aur garam, lekin unka kaam khatam. Raat ko main ungli se khud ko shaant karti thi, lekin wo maza nahi aata tha jo ek mota garam lund deta hai. Dimag mein hawas ka toofan rehta tha, sochti thi ki kya karun, koi rasta nahi dikhta tha.

Phir ek din, tere papa ke dost Pramod aaye the ghar pe – wo gaon ke hi the, umar 48 ki, mazboot jism, kaala rang lekin mazboot, roz mazdoori karte the toh body tight thi, pet halka ubhra hua lekin haath moti ungliyan, . Wo tere papa ke saath dosti thi purani, lekin kuch dino se, wo mujhe dekhta rehta tha gandi nazron se. Kabhi kabhi baat karte waqt haath chhu leta tha “galti se”, ya fir has ke bolta tha “Bhabhi ji, aap toh roz aur sundar hoti ja rahi ho…”.

Us din tere papa bahar gaye the kheton mein, main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi – simple cotton ka suit pehna tha, neela rang ka, gale se thoda khula, dupatta side mein gira hua tha. Pramod andar aaya – “Bhabhi ji… chai milegi ek cup?” Maine muskurate hue bola “Haan ji, baithiye… bana deti hoon”. Wo kitchen ke darwaze pe khada ho gaya, mujhe dekhta raha – meri kamar ko, gaand ko matakte hue jab main chulhe ki taraf mudti thi.

Chai bana ke main ne plate mein rakha, uske haath mein dene ke liye aage badhi – wo dheere se haath badhaya, lekin ungliyan mere haath pe ragdi halki si, garam touch mehsoos hua. Maine nazrein neeche kar li, chehra thoda garam ho gaya. Wo hans pada – “Bhabhi ji… aapki chai toh mithi hai bahut… lekin aapki smile aur bhi mithi hai”. Maine sharma ke bola “Ji… aise mat bolo…” lekin andar se ek current daudi, chut mein halki si gudgudi mehsoos hui.

Phir wo baith gaya stool pe kitchen mein hi, chai peene laga – main sink pe bartan dho rahi thi, peeth uski taraf thi. Wo utha dheere se, chai ka cup side mein rakh diya, phir mere paas aaya peeche se. Usne haath badha ke mera dupatta theek karne ka bahana kiya – ungliyan shoulder pe ragdi halki si, garam haath mehsoos hua mere gori chamdi pe. Maine ruk gayi ek second, saans tez ho gayi – “Ji… Pramod bhai… kya kar rahe ho…”.

Wo dheere se bola, awaaz garam aur dheemi mere kaan mein – “Bhabhi ji… dupatta gir raha tha… aapki khubsurati chhupani nahi chahiye…” uski saans mere gardan pe lag rahi thi garam-garam, main kaanp gayi thodi si, chut mein garmahat badh gayi. Usne haath dheere se kamar pe rakha – ungliyan suit ke upar se halka sa dabaya, mera pet andar dhas gaya touch se, siski nikal gayi halki si – “Ahh… Pramod bhai… ye kya… ahh… koi aa jaayega…”.

Wo hans pada dheemi awaaz mein – “Koi nahi bhabhi ji… bhai kheton mein hain… bas thoda sa… aapki khidmat karun… aap itni udaas lagti ho…” usne haath kamar se peeche le ja ke gaand pe rakha dheere se – ek cheek pe halka sa dabaya, naram gosht uski ungliyon mein dab gaya, main kaanp gayi zor se, chut geeli hone lagi – “Ahh… mat chhuo… uff… galat hai ye… ahh…”

Lekin wo nahi ruka – dusra haath aage se badha ke choochi pe rakha suit ke upar se – halka sa dabaya, nipple mehsoos hua use, main ki siski tez ho gayi – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… mat… uff… lekin… ahh…” mera shareer peeche ho gaya uske seene pe, uska mota lund pajame ke upar se meri gaand pe ragad mehsoos hua garam-garam. Usne gardan pe muh le aaya – jeebh se chaata dheere se gardan ke neeche se upar tak, garam laar mehsoos hui – “Ahh… bhabhi ji… kitni garam ho tum… uff… mujhe tadpa rahi ho roz… … ahh…”

Main pagal ho gayi – haath peeche kar ke uske lund pe rakha pajame ke upar se, mota garam mehsoos hua, dabaya halka sa – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… kitna mota… uff… mere pati se bada… ahh…” Usne choochi aur zor se dabayi, nipple ko ungliyon se pinch kiya – “Ahh… haan… bhabhi… ab se ye tera hai… roz milega… ahh…”

Us din se shuru hua sab – Pramod roz aata, kabhi chai ke bahane, kabhi madad ke, touching se shuru kar ke poori chudai tak pahunch gaye. Tere papa ko pata nahi chala, lekin main khush ho gayi… aur phir dheere-dheere ye sab aage badhta raha.

**Back to Present**

Ammi ki baat sun ke mera dimag ghum gaya – choochi chooste hue main aur garam ho gaya, lund pant mein phat raha tha. Maine nipple muh se nikaala, ammi ko dekha – “Ammi… ahh… tum itni badi randi ho… uff… Pramod uncle se shuru hua sab… madarchod… kitni chudi ho tum… ahh…” Ammi muskurayi – “Haan beta… ahh… ab tu bhi thok… ammi ko… ahh…”


Ahh… beta… us din ki raat main so nahi paayi thi – dimag mein Pramod ki gandi baatein ghum rahi thi, uska garam touch kamar pe, lund ki ragad pajame ke upar se… uff… chut geeli rehti thi soch-soch ke, ungli se shaant kiya khud ko, lekin maza nahi aaya. Agle din subah main uthi – fresh hokar kitchen mein gayi nashta banane, suit pehna tha simple sa, hara rang ka, gale se thoda khula, bra ke straps halke dikh rahe the, dupatta kandhe pe latka hua tha. Baal baandh liye the mein, lekin thode baal chehre pe gir rahe the paseene se, garmi thi kitchen ki.

Tabhi darwaza khula – Pramod andar aaya, chehra pe wahi gandi muskurahat, aankhein lalchi, jaise raat bhar meri hi soch raha ho. Wo seedha kitchen ke darwaze pe khada ho gaya, haath deewar pe tikaya, mujhe upar-neeche dekhta raha – pehle choochiyon pe nazar atak gayi, suit ke upar se ubhar dekh raha tha, phir kamar pe, gaand pe jab main mudti thi atta gunne ke liye. Maine dekha usko, chehra garam ho gaya, nazrein neeche kar li – “Ji Pramod bhai… itni subah? wo kheton mein hain…”

Wo dheere se hans pada, awaaz bhaari aur gandi – “Haan bhabhi ji… ahh… subah-subah aapki yaad aa gayi… uff… kal ki chai bahut mithi thi… aapki tarah… ahh… aur ek cup milegi? Ya fir… kuch aur mitha… ahh…” Usne aankh maari dheere se, hoth chabate hue, nazrein meri choochiyon pe tik gayi thi fir se, jjaise chod raha ho aankhon se.

Main sharma gayi – gaal laal ho gaye, haath atta gunte hue ruk gaye, chut mein halki si khalbali mehsoos hui – “Ji… aisi baatein… mat karo… chai bana deti hoon…” Maine chulhe ki taraf mudna chaha, lekin wo aage badh aaya – dheere se, pair halke se zameen pe rakhte hue, mere bilkul paas aa gaya peeche se. Uski saans meri gardan pe lag rahi thi garam-garam, uski body ki khushboo aa rahi thi – mazdoori wali musky aur paseene ki mix, mera shareer thoda kaanp gaya.

Usne haath badhaya – pehle mera dupatta pakda kandhe se, jaise theek kar raha ho, lekin ungliyan dheere se gardan pe ragdi, garam touch mehsoos hua, jaise current daudi – “Bhabhi ji… ahh… ye dupatta gir raha tha… uff… aapki gardan kitni gori… ahh… chhu lun thoda? Kitni mulayam… ahh…” Usne ungliyan gardan pe ferne laga dheere-dheere gol-gol, neeche ki taraf collar bone pe, main ki saans tez ho gayi, atta ke lote se haath hat gaye – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… mat chhuo… uff… koi dekh lega… ahh…”

Wo aur paas aaya – uska seena meri peeth se halka sa touch ho gaya, garam jism mehsoos hua suit ke peeche se, uska lund pajame mein khada ho gaya tha, halka sa ragad meri gaand pe mehsoos hua – “Koi nahi bhabhi… ahh… ghar mein koi nahi… uff… aapki ye bhari gaand… ahh… kal se dimag mein ghum rahi hai… ahh… dabane do thoda… kitni gol… uff…” Usne haath peeche se gaand pe rakha – ek cheek pe halka sa dabaya suit ke upar se, naram gosht uski ungliyon mein dab gaya, main sisak gayi – “Ahh… mat… ahh… ganda hai ye… uff… lekin… ahh…” mera shareer peeche ho gaya khud hi, gaand uske haath pe ragad gayi.

Wo aur zor se dabane laga – dono cheeks pakad ke masalne laga dheere-dheere, ungliyan beech ki line pe ragadne lagi suit ke upar se, ched tak pahunch rahi thi – “Ahh… bhabhi… ahh… kitni garam gaand… uff… andar se geeli hogi na? Ahh… bhai toh thokte nahi honge sahi se… ahh… main thokun? Uff… mera lund daal ke… gaand phaad dun… madarchod… ahh… kutiya bana dun tujhe… ahh…” Uski gandi baatein sun ke meri chut mein pani aa gaya, panty geeli ho gayi, saansein tez ho gayi, haath peeche kar ke uski jaangh pe rakha, masalne lagi – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… aisi gandi baatein… uff… kitni gandi… ahh… mat bolo… ahh… … ahh…”

Usne haath aage badha ke meri choochi pakad li – suit ke upar se ek choochi zor se dabayi, nipple ko thumb se ragda – “Ahh… ye doodh… uff… kitne bhare… ahh… bhabhi ji… ahh… roz choosunga inko… kaatunga… ahh… teri chut ko bhi… lund daal ke thokunga… ahh… randi bana dunga… har din chudwaunga tujhe… madarchod… ahh… bol… maza aa raha hai na kutiya?” Usne nipple ko pinch kiya zor se suit ke upar se, main cheekh gayi halki si – “Ahh… haan… ahh… mazaa aa raha hai… uff… gandi baatein… ahh… gaali mat do… ahh… … ahh… lekin wo… ahh…”

Usne mera chehra peeche mudwaya – gardan pakad ke, muh mere hothon pe le aaya, halka sa kiss kiya pehle – hoth garam aur geele the, phir jeebh bahar nikali meri jeebh pe ragdi – “Ahh… bhabhi… ahh… bhai ko bata dunga tu kitni randi hai… uff… ab se mera lund legi roz… ahh…” Maine siski li – “Ahh… haan… ahh… legi… uff… kuch karo… ahh…”


Usne ungliyan gardan pe ferne laga dheere-dheere, gol-gol ghumate hue, neeche ki taraf collar bone pe, phir suit ke gale mein halka sa ghusa di ungliyan, bra ke strap ko chhua – “Ahh… bhabhi… ye bra ke andar kya chhupa hai… uff… itne bhare doodh… ahh… suit ke upar se hi ubhar rahe hain… ahh… nipple sakht ho gaye hain na? Dekhun zara… ahh…”

Usne haath aage badha – suit ke upar se meri ek choochi pe rakha, halka sa dabaya pehle, naram gosht uske palm mein dab gaya, nipple suit ke fabric ke upar se mehsoos hua sakht – “Ahh… kitne bhare… uff… bhabhi ji… ahh… nipple ko chhu lun… ahh…” Usne thumb se nipple pe ragda dheere se suit ke upar se, gol-gol ghumaya, phir ungliyon se pakad ke halka sa khincha – nipple khinch gaya fabric ke andar, dard aur mazaa ka mix mehsoos hua, main sisak gayi – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… mat khincho… uff… dard ho raha hai… ahh… lekin… ahh…… ahh…”

Wo hans pada gandi awaaz mein – “Ahh… mazaa aa raha hai na randi bhabhi… uff… ye nipple kitne sakht hai… ahh… suit ke upar se hi khinch raha hoon… andar se choosne do toh kya haal hoga… madarchod… ahh… tu kitni garam hai… ahh…” Usne aur zor se khincha nipple ko – ungliyon mein pakad ke twist kiya halka sa, dard ki lehar daudi, lekin chut mein pani aa gaya geela-geela – “Ahh… haan… ahh… khincho… uff… gandi baatein… ahh… randi bol rahe ho mujhe… ahh… kitna ganda… ahh… ahh…”

Usne dusri choochi pe haath le gaya – suit ke upar se dabaya zor se, phir nipple ko ungli se ragda tez-tez, gol-gol ghumate hue – “Ahh… ye doodh… uff… kitne mulayam… ahh… bhabhi ji… ahh… thappad maarun in par? Ahh… maza aayega na kutiya? Ahh…” Usne suit ke upar se hi choochi pe halka zor ka thappad maara – jhannn! Choochi hil gayi, laal ho gayi suit ke andar se feel hua, main cheekh gayi halki si – “Ahhhhh… Pramod… ahh… thappad… uff… doodh pe… ahh… dard… ahh…… ahh… aur … ahh…”

Wo aur zor se hans pada – “Le saali randi… ahh… thappad choochiyon pe… uff… kitni harami hai tu… madarchod… ahh… bhai ko bataun ki unki biwi kitni kutiya hai… ahh… uncles ke lund ki bhookhi… ahh…” Usne left choochi pe thappad maara zor ka – jhannn! Phir right pe – jhannn! Har thappad pe choochi hil rahi thi, dard ki lehar daud rahi thi, lekin chut pani se bharti ja rahi thi, panty geeli ho gayi poori – “Ahh… haan… ahh… thappad maaro… uff… … ahh… ahh… gandi baatein sun ke mazaa aa raha hai… ahh… kutiya bana do mujhe… ahh…”

Usne haath aage badhaya – mera chehra pakda, gaal ko pakad ke dabaaya halka sa, phir muh khol ke thook jama kiya – dheere se, awaaz ke saath, ek bada sa garam thook mere gaal pe gira diya – chipchipa, tez, behne laga dheere se. “Le randi… ahh… uff… gaal pe… ahh… ab mal… apne gaal pe… ahh… kutiya jaise… ahh…” Main sisak gayi – “Ahh… ganda… ahh… thook… uff…” lekin haath khud hi gaal pe le gayi, thook ko malne lagi gol-gol, geela garam mehsoos hua, chehra chamak gaya thook se – “Ahh… mal rahi hoon… ahh… ganda thook… uff… kitna garam… ahh… aur do… ahh…”

Usne phir muh khola, aur thook gira diya – is baar seedha mere gaal pe, phir ungli se usko malne laga dheere-dheere, gaal pe ragad te hue – “Ahh… le kutiya… ahh… mera ganda thook… uff… gaal pe mal… ahh… ab hothon pe… ahh… choos mera thook… madarchod… ahh…” Usne ungli thook mein dubo kar mere hothon pe ragdi – garam chipchipa thook mere hothon pe lag gaya, main jeebh nikaal ke chaat li – “Ahh…

Wo aur garam ho gaya – haath neeche le gaya, suit ke andar se panty mein ghusa diya ungli, chut pe ragda tez se – “Ahh… bhabhi ki chut… uff… geeli ho gayi na gandi baaton se… ahh… randi… ahh… ab roz aunga… tujhe thokunga… gaand marunga… doodh choosunga… madarchod kutiya… ahh… bol… maza aa raha hai na haramzadi?”

Main pagal ho gayi – siskiyan le rahi thi tez-tez – “Ahh… haan… ahh… maza aa raha hai… uff… gandi baatein… ahh… thook… ahh… nipple khincho… ahh… thappad maaro choochiyon pe… ahh… kutiya hoon main… ahh… roz thoko mujhe… ahh… randi bana do… ahh…” Chut geeli ho gayi poori, panty mein daag ban gaya bada sa, saansein ruk-ruk ke aa rahi thi, shareer uske jism se ragad raha tha peeche se.

Usne nipple ko suit ke upar se aur zor se khincha – twist kiya, thappad maara choochi pe zor ka – jhannn! – “Le randi… ahh… … ahh… choochi pe thappad… uff… laal kar dunga… madarchod… ahh…” Main jhad gayi wahi khadi-khadi – chut se paani nikla, panty geeli ho gayi aur, siski tez ho gayi – “Ahhhhh… jhad gayi… ahh… gandi baaton se… uff… Pramod… ahh… kitni garam… ahh…”

Usne hansa gandi hansi – “Ahh… randi jhad gayi baaton se hi… uff… kal thokunga poora… ab ja raha hoon… sochti rehna mera lund… ahh…” Aur chala gaya, main kitchen mein haanf rahi thi, gaal pe thook sukha hua tha, chut geeli, dimag mein uski gandi harkatein aur baatein ghum rahi thi… ahh… beta… usne mujhe poori kutiya bana diya tha… ahh…

Ahh… beta… us din dopahar ki gandi harkatein se main poori tarah se tadap rahi thi, gaal pe Pramod ka thook ab bhi mehsoos ho raha tha sukha hua, choochi thappadon se laal aur sooji hui thi, nipple khinche hue dard kar rahe the, aur chut geeli rehti thi soch-soch ke. Shaam ko tere papa bahar gaye the doston se milne, main bedroom mein baithi thi bed pe, suit pehna tha halka sa geela paseene se, gale se khula hua, bra ke andar choochi bhari-bhari, saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thi din ki yaadon se. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khula – Pramod andar aaya, chehra pe hawas bhari nazar, aankhein mere jism pe ghum rahi thi jaise abhi noch lega, usne darwaza band kiya peeche se, phir mere paas bed pe baith gaya bilkul chipak ke, uski jaangh meri jaangh se ragad rahi thi garam-garam.

Usne dheere se bola, awaaz bhaari aur gandi – “Bhabhi ji… ahh… shaam ko itni garam lag rahi ho… uff… din bhar meri yaad mein tadap rahi thi na? Ahh… … mera lund dekha hai kabhi karib se? Ahh… sungho zara… kitni musky khushboo hai… ahh…” Main sharma gayi, chehra laal ho gaya, nazrein neeche kar li – “Ji Pramod… ahh… kya bol rahe ho… uff… ganda hai ye… ahh… mat dikhao… ahh…” Lekin andar se bechaini badh gayi, chut mein halki si kampan mehsoos hui.

Usne pajame ki naada khola dheere se – haath andar daala, lund bahar nikaala mota kaala, nasen ubhari hui, topa laal aur geela pre-cum se, paseene ki gandi khushboo aa rahi thi mazdoori ke din bhar ki, musky aur salty mix. Usne lund ko haath mein pakda, hilaya dheere se upar-neeche, topa aur ubhar aaya – “Ahh… bhabhi… le sungho… ahh… mera kaala ganda lund… uff… paseene se bhara… ahh… naak laga ke sungh… mazaa aayega na kutiya? Ahh…” Usne mera chehra pakda haath se, gardan ko dheere se jhukaya lund ki taraf, naak bilkul topa ke paas le aaya, garam khushboo naak mein ghusi – musky, paseene wali, gandi lekin madhosh karne waali, main madhosh ho gayi ek second mein, aankhein band ho gayi, saans tez ho gayi, dimag ghum gaya us gandi smell se – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… kitni gandi khushboo… uff… kaala lund… ahh… paseene ki… ahh… madhosh kar diya… ahh…”

Main sunghati rahi tez-tez, naak topa pe ragad rahi thi khud hi, uski gandi smell mere dimag mein chha gayi, chut geeli ho gayi aur, panty mein daag ban gaya – “Ahh… haan… ahh… sungh rahi hoon… uff… ganda… ahh… lekin mazaa aa raha hai… ahh… madhosh ho gayi hoon… ahh…” Wo hans pada gandi hansi mein – “Ahh… le randi bhabhi… ahh… sungh mera lund… uff… ab chus… ahh… muh khol… jeebh nikaal… ahh… choos mera kaala ganda lund… madarchod… ahh… kitni kutiya hai tu… ahh…”

Usne mera muh lund pe dabaya dheere se – topa mere hothon pe ragda pehle, geela pre-cum hothon pe lag gaya salty, phir muh mein daala dheere se, mota topa jeebh pe mehsoos hua garam aur ganda, main choosne lagi dheere-dheere, jeebh gol-gol ghumayi topa pe, laar nikal gayi muh se, lund geela ho gaya – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… uff… kaala lund… ahh… tasty… ahh… ganda… ahh…” Wo mera sir pakad ke upar-neeche karne laga dheere se, lund muh mein andar-bahar hone laga, awaaz slurp-slurp ki nikal rahi thi – “Ahh… haan choos… ahh… bhabhi ji… uff… … ahh… teri beti Ayesha… ahh… kitni jawan ho gayi hai… uff… uski choochi bhi bhari hongi ab… ahh… main usko bhi thokunga… ahh… uski chut mein ye lund daalunga… madarchod… ahh… kutiya bana dunga usko bhi… ahh… tu dekhti rehna… ahh… usko randi bana ke sab se chudwaunga… ahh…”

Uski ayesha ke liye gandi baatein sun ke main gussa hone lagi– muh se lund nikaala dheere se, geela chamak raha tha laar se, chehra gusse se laal tha– “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… ye kya bol rahe ho… uff… meri beti Ayesha ke baare mein… ahh… gandi baatein… ahh… mat bolo aise… ahh… wo abhi chhoti hai… ahh… gussa aa raha hai… ahh…” Lekin andar se mazaa aa raha tha uski gandi baaton se, chut aur geeli ho gayi, nipple sakht ho gaye suit mein, dimag mein Ayesha ki tasveer ghum gayi uski baaton se, hawas badh gayi aur – “Ahh… mat bolo… ahh… lekin… ahh… sun ke ajeeb lag raha hai… ahh…”

Wo hans pada zor se, lund ko hilate hue – “Ahh… gussa ka natak mat kar kutiya… ahh… tujhe bhi mazaa aa raha hai na? Uff… Ayesha ki jawan chut… ahh… imagine kar… main usko bed pe leta ke… ahh… uski choochi dabata hoon… ahh… nipple choos ta hoon… ahh… phir lund uski chut mein daal ke thokta hoon… ahh… wo sisakti hai… ahh… ‘uncle… ahh… mota lund… ahh… phat rahi hoon…’ ahh… aur tu dekh ti hai side se… ahh… apni ungli chut mein daal ke… madarchod… ahh… family ki randiyan bana dunga… ahh… ab choos aur… ahh… Ayesha ke naam pe choos… ahh…”

Main natak karti rahi gusse ka – “Ahh… nahin… ahh… mat bolo Ayesha ke baare mein… uff… ganda aadmi… ahh… lekin… ahh…” Lekin muh khud hi lund pe le gayi fir se, choosne lagi tez-tez, jeebh se topa chaat te hue, laar beh rahi thi muh se lund pe, uski gandi baatein sun ke mazaa aa raha tha secretly, chut mein ungli daal li khud hi panty ke andar se, ragadne lagi tez – “Ahh… choos rahi hoon… ahh… lekin Ayesha ke liye mat bolo… ahh… gussa… ahh… uff… mazaa aa raha hai… ahh… nahin… ahh…” Wo mera sir zor se dabane laga, lund muh mein ghusane laga aur andar – “Ahh… haan choos… ahh… Ayesha ki maa randi… ahh… beti bhi randi banegi… uff… le maal… ahh… muh mein… ahh…” Usne maal chod diya garam-garam muh mein, main nigal gayi salty maal, madhosh ho gayi poori, chut se paani nikal gaya ungli se ragadne se – “Ahhhhh… jhad gayi… ahh… gandi baaton se… uff… Ayesha… ahh… nahin… ahh…”

Usne lund saaf karwaya muh se, phir pajama bandh ke bola – “Ahh… mazaa aaya na kutiya? Ahh… Ayesha kitni garam hai … ahh…” Aur chala gaya, main bed pe haanf rahi thi, muh mein maal ka taste, gaal pe paseena, chut geeli, dimag mein uski gandi baatein Ayesha ke liye ghum rahi thi, gussa bhi aa raha tha lekin mazaa bahut aa raha tha… ahh… beta… usne mujhe aur gandi bana diya tha… ahh…

**Back to Present**

Ammi ki baat sun ke mera dimag garam ho gaya poora – nipple chooste hue main zor se kaata, ammi sisak uthi – “Ahh… beta… ahh… Pramod uncle ne lund sunghaya tha tujhe… madarchod… kaala ganda lund… ahh… chooswaya… aur Ayesha ke liye gandi baatein… ahh… tu gussa natak karti thi lekin mazaa aa raha tha na kutiya? Ahh… kitni randi hai tu… ahh…” Ammi ne mera lund pakda zor se hilane lagi, muskurate hue – “Haan beta… ahh… mazaa aa raha tha… ab tu bhi Ayesha ke liye gandi baatein kar… ahh… thok mujhe… zor se… ammi ko… ahh…”

 

[rajababau]

kahani me mummy ko sab chod rahe to sahi nahi lagi bas ma bete wala part sahi likha

 

[bigbolls5]

Kahani our age badhni chahiye maja agaya bhai

 

[malikarman]

Doston, raat ka gehra andhera kamre mein faila hua tha – sirf night lamp ki halki peeli roshni pad rahi thi bed pe, ammi ki gori chamdi chamak rahi thi. Hum dono bed pe the – ammi neeche leti hui, main uske upar, uski bhari choochi mere muh ke paas thi. Maine ek nipple muh mein le liya dheere se – garam, naram, namkeen taste paseene ka. Jeebh se gol-gol ghumaya, choosne laga zor se, daanton se halka kaata. Ammi ki siski nikal gayi gehri – “Ahh… beta… ahh… choos… uff… ammi ke doodh… ahh… zor se choos… ahh… kitna mazaa aa raha hai… uff…”

Uski choochi mere muh mein dab rahi thi, nipple sakht ho gaya tha jeebh ke ragadne se, ammi ki kamar upar uth rahi thi bechaini se, haath mere baal mein ghuse hue the, sir ko aur zor se dabati hui choochi pe. Main choosta raha tez-tez, dusri choochi haath se masalne laga – naram gosht haath mein dab gaya, nipple ungliyon ke beech mein pakad ke khincha. Ammi sisak rahi thi – “Ahh… haan beta… ahh… aise hi… uff… ammi garam ho rahi hai… ahh… teri jeebh… ahh…”

Phir main ne muh se nipple nikaala dheere se – geela chamak raha tha laar se, ammi ki saansein tez chal rahi thi, aankhein hawas se chamak rahi thi. Maine dheere se poocha, awaaz garam aur dheemi – “Ammi… ahh… tum aisi kab se ho gayi ho ammi? Ye sab… uff… itni randi ban gayi ho… ahh… kyun? Batao na… ahh…”

Ammi ne aankhein band ki dheere se, muskurayi halki si, phir gardan ghuma ke mujhe dekha – “Ahh… beta… ahh… purani baat hai… uff… do saal pahle ki… ahh… sunega bol... ahh…jor se chus”

**Flashback –(2 Saal Pahle)**

Beta, us waqt tere papa ki umar 50 ke karib thi – unka jism thak chuka tha, kaam ki thakan se roz raat ko so jaate the. Main unki taraf dekhti thi bed pe, lekin wo sirf ghurrate rehte the. Meri umar 46 ki thi tab, jism abhi bhara hua tha, choochi bhari-bhari, gaand gol aur tight, chut mein aag jalti thi raat ko, lekin tere papa ka lund khada hi nahi hota tha sahi se. Ek do baar try karte the, lekin jaldi jhad jaate the ya fir dheela reh jaata tha. Main haanf rahi hoti thi bed pe, chut geeli aur garam, lekin unka kaam khatam. Raat ko main ungli se khud ko shaant karti thi, lekin wo maza nahi aata tha jo ek mota garam lund deta hai. Dimag mein hawas ka toofan rehta tha, sochti thi ki kya karun, koi rasta nahi dikhta tha.

Phir ek din, tere papa ke dost Pramod aaye the ghar pe – wo gaon ke hi the, umar 48 ki, mazboot jism, kaala rang lekin mazboot, roz mazdoori karte the toh body tight thi, pet halka ubhra hua lekin haath moti ungliyan, . Wo tere papa ke saath dosti thi purani, lekin kuch dino se, wo mujhe dekhta rehta tha gandi nazron se. Kabhi kabhi baat karte waqt haath chhu leta tha “galti se”, ya fir has ke bolta tha “Bhabhi ji, aap toh roz aur sundar hoti ja rahi ho…”.

Us din tere papa bahar gaye the kheton mein, main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi – simple cotton ka suit pehna tha, neela rang ka, gale se thoda khula, dupatta side mein gira hua tha. Pramod andar aaya – “Bhabhi ji… chai milegi ek cup?” Maine muskurate hue bola “Haan ji, baithiye… bana deti hoon”. Wo kitchen ke darwaze pe khada ho gaya, mujhe dekhta raha – meri kamar ko, gaand ko matakte hue jab main chulhe ki taraf mudti thi.

Chai bana ke main ne plate mein rakha, uske haath mein dene ke liye aage badhi – wo dheere se haath badhaya, lekin ungliyan mere haath pe ragdi halki si, garam touch mehsoos hua. Maine nazrein neeche kar li, chehra thoda garam ho gaya. Wo hans pada – “Bhabhi ji… aapki chai toh mithi hai bahut… lekin aapki smile aur bhi mithi hai”. Maine sharma ke bola “Ji… aise mat bolo…” lekin andar se ek current daudi, chut mein halki si gudgudi mehsoos hui.

Phir wo baith gaya stool pe kitchen mein hi, chai peene laga – main sink pe bartan dho rahi thi, peeth uski taraf thi. Wo utha dheere se, chai ka cup side mein rakh diya, phir mere paas aaya peeche se. Usne haath badha ke mera dupatta theek karne ka bahana kiya – ungliyan shoulder pe ragdi halki si, garam haath mehsoos hua mere gori chamdi pe. Maine ruk gayi ek second, saans tez ho gayi – “Ji… Pramod bhai… kya kar rahe ho…”.

Wo dheere se bola, awaaz garam aur dheemi mere kaan mein – “Bhabhi ji… dupatta gir raha tha… aapki khubsurati chhupani nahi chahiye…” uski saans mere gardan pe lag rahi thi garam-garam, main kaanp gayi thodi si, chut mein garmahat badh gayi. Usne haath dheere se kamar pe rakha – ungliyan suit ke upar se halka sa dabaya, mera pet andar dhas gaya touch se, siski nikal gayi halki si – “Ahh… Pramod bhai… ye kya… ahh… koi aa jaayega…”.

Wo hans pada dheemi awaaz mein – “Koi nahi bhabhi ji… bhai kheton mein hain… bas thoda sa… aapki khidmat karun… aap itni udaas lagti ho…” usne haath kamar se peeche le ja ke gaand pe rakha dheere se – ek cheek pe halka sa dabaya, naram gosht uski ungliyon mein dab gaya, main kaanp gayi zor se, chut geeli hone lagi – “Ahh… mat chhuo… uff… galat hai ye… ahh…”

Lekin wo nahi ruka – dusra haath aage se badha ke choochi pe rakha suit ke upar se – halka sa dabaya, nipple mehsoos hua use, main ki siski tez ho gayi – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… mat… uff… lekin… ahh…” mera shareer peeche ho gaya uske seene pe, uska mota lund pajame ke upar se meri gaand pe ragad mehsoos hua garam-garam. Usne gardan pe muh le aaya – jeebh se chaata dheere se gardan ke neeche se upar tak, garam laar mehsoos hui – “Ahh… bhabhi ji… kitni garam ho tum… uff… mujhe tadpa rahi ho roz… … ahh…”

Main pagal ho gayi – haath peeche kar ke uske lund pe rakha pajame ke upar se, mota garam mehsoos hua, dabaya halka sa – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… kitna mota… uff… mere pati se bada… ahh…” Usne choochi aur zor se dabayi, nipple ko ungliyon se pinch kiya – “Ahh… haan… bhabhi… ab se ye tera hai… roz milega… ahh…”

Us din se shuru hua sab – Pramod roz aata, kabhi chai ke bahane, kabhi madad ke, touching se shuru kar ke poori chudai tak pahunch gaye. Tere papa ko pata nahi chala, lekin main khush ho gayi… aur phir dheere-dheere ye sab aage badhta raha.

**Back to Present**

Ammi ki baat sun ke mera dimag ghum gaya – choochi chooste hue main aur garam ho gaya, lund pant mein phat raha tha. Maine nipple muh se nikaala, ammi ko dekha – “Ammi… ahh… tum itni badi randi ho… uff… Pramod uncle se shuru hua sab… madarchod… kitni chudi ho tum… ahh…” Ammi muskurayi – “Haan beta… ahh… ab tu bhi thok… ammi ko… ahh…”


Ahh… beta… us din ki raat main so nahi paayi thi – dimag mein Pramod ki gandi baatein ghum rahi thi, uska garam touch kamar pe, lund ki ragad pajame ke upar se… uff… chut geeli rehti thi soch-soch ke, ungli se shaant kiya khud ko, lekin maza nahi aaya. Agle din subah main uthi – fresh hokar kitchen mein gayi nashta banane, suit pehna tha simple sa, hara rang ka, gale se thoda khula, bra ke straps halke dikh rahe the, dupatta kandhe pe latka hua tha. Baal baandh liye the mein, lekin thode baal chehre pe gir rahe the paseene se, garmi thi kitchen ki.

Tabhi darwaza khula – Pramod andar aaya, chehra pe wahi gandi muskurahat, aankhein lalchi, jaise raat bhar meri hi soch raha ho. Wo seedha kitchen ke darwaze pe khada ho gaya, haath deewar pe tikaya, mujhe upar-neeche dekhta raha – pehle choochiyon pe nazar atak gayi, suit ke upar se ubhar dekh raha tha, phir kamar pe, gaand pe jab main mudti thi atta gunne ke liye. Maine dekha usko, chehra garam ho gaya, nazrein neeche kar li – “Ji Pramod bhai… itni subah? wo kheton mein hain…”

Wo dheere se hans pada, awaaz bhaari aur gandi – “Haan bhabhi ji… ahh… subah-subah aapki yaad aa gayi… uff… kal ki chai bahut mithi thi… aapki tarah… ahh… aur ek cup milegi? Ya fir… kuch aur mitha… ahh…” Usne aankh maari dheere se, hoth chabate hue, nazrein meri choochiyon pe tik gayi thi fir se, jjaise chod raha ho aankhon se.

Main sharma gayi – gaal laal ho gaye, haath atta gunte hue ruk gaye, chut mein halki si khalbali mehsoos hui – “Ji… aisi baatein… mat karo… chai bana deti hoon…” Maine chulhe ki taraf mudna chaha, lekin wo aage badh aaya – dheere se, pair halke se zameen pe rakhte hue, mere bilkul paas aa gaya peeche se. Uski saans meri gardan pe lag rahi thi garam-garam, uski body ki khushboo aa rahi thi – mazdoori wali musky aur paseene ki mix, mera shareer thoda kaanp gaya.

Usne haath badhaya – pehle mera dupatta pakda kandhe se, jaise theek kar raha ho, lekin ungliyan dheere se gardan pe ragdi, garam touch mehsoos hua, jaise current daudi – “Bhabhi ji… ahh… ye dupatta gir raha tha… uff… aapki gardan kitni gori… ahh… chhu lun thoda? Kitni mulayam… ahh…” Usne ungliyan gardan pe ferne laga dheere-dheere gol-gol, neeche ki taraf collar bone pe, main ki saans tez ho gayi, atta ke lote se haath hat gaye – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… mat chhuo… uff… koi dekh lega… ahh…”

Wo aur paas aaya – uska seena meri peeth se halka sa touch ho gaya, garam jism mehsoos hua suit ke peeche se, uska lund pajame mein khada ho gaya tha, halka sa ragad meri gaand pe mehsoos hua – “Koi nahi bhabhi… ahh… ghar mein koi nahi… uff… aapki ye bhari gaand… ahh… kal se dimag mein ghum rahi hai… ahh… dabane do thoda… kitni gol… uff…” Usne haath peeche se gaand pe rakha – ek cheek pe halka sa dabaya suit ke upar se, naram gosht uski ungliyon mein dab gaya, main sisak gayi – “Ahh… mat… ahh… ganda hai ye… uff… lekin… ahh…” mera shareer peeche ho gaya khud hi, gaand uske haath pe ragad gayi.

Wo aur zor se dabane laga – dono cheeks pakad ke masalne laga dheere-dheere, ungliyan beech ki line pe ragadne lagi suit ke upar se, ched tak pahunch rahi thi – “Ahh… bhabhi… ahh… kitni garam gaand… uff… andar se geeli hogi na? Ahh… bhai toh thokte nahi honge sahi se… ahh… main thokun? Uff… mera lund daal ke… gaand phaad dun… madarchod… ahh… kutiya bana dun tujhe… ahh…” Uski gandi baatein sun ke meri chut mein pani aa gaya, panty geeli ho gayi, saansein tez ho gayi, haath peeche kar ke uski jaangh pe rakha, masalne lagi – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… aisi gandi baatein… uff… kitni gandi… ahh… mat bolo… ahh… … ahh…”

Usne haath aage badha ke meri choochi pakad li – suit ke upar se ek choochi zor se dabayi, nipple ko thumb se ragda – “Ahh… ye doodh… uff… kitne bhare… ahh… bhabhi ji… ahh… roz choosunga inko… kaatunga… ahh… teri chut ko bhi… lund daal ke thokunga… ahh… randi bana dunga… har din chudwaunga tujhe… madarchod… ahh… bol… maza aa raha hai na kutiya?” Usne nipple ko pinch kiya zor se suit ke upar se, main cheekh gayi halki si – “Ahh… haan… ahh… mazaa aa raha hai… uff… gandi baatein… ahh… gaali mat do… ahh… … ahh… lekin wo… ahh…”

Usne mera chehra peeche mudwaya – gardan pakad ke, muh mere hothon pe le aaya, halka sa kiss kiya pehle – hoth garam aur geele the, phir jeebh bahar nikali meri jeebh pe ragdi – “Ahh… bhabhi… ahh… bhai ko bata dunga tu kitni randi hai… uff… ab se mera lund legi roz… ahh…” Maine siski li – “Ahh… haan… ahh… legi… uff… kuch karo… ahh…”


Usne ungliyan gardan pe ferne laga dheere-dheere, gol-gol ghumate hue, neeche ki taraf collar bone pe, phir suit ke gale mein halka sa ghusa di ungliyan, bra ke strap ko chhua – “Ahh… bhabhi… ye bra ke andar kya chhupa hai… uff… itne bhare doodh… ahh… suit ke upar se hi ubhar rahe hain… ahh… nipple sakht ho gaye hain na? Dekhun zara… ahh…”

Usne haath aage badha – suit ke upar se meri ek choochi pe rakha, halka sa dabaya pehle, naram gosht uske palm mein dab gaya, nipple suit ke fabric ke upar se mehsoos hua sakht – “Ahh… kitne bhare… uff… bhabhi ji… ahh… nipple ko chhu lun… ahh…” Usne thumb se nipple pe ragda dheere se suit ke upar se, gol-gol ghumaya, phir ungliyon se pakad ke halka sa khincha – nipple khinch gaya fabric ke andar, dard aur mazaa ka mix mehsoos hua, main sisak gayi – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… mat khincho… uff… dard ho raha hai… ahh… lekin… ahh…… ahh…”

Wo hans pada gandi awaaz mein – “Ahh… mazaa aa raha hai na randi bhabhi… uff… ye nipple kitne sakht hai… ahh… suit ke upar se hi khinch raha hoon… andar se choosne do toh kya haal hoga… madarchod… ahh… tu kitni garam hai… ahh…” Usne aur zor se khincha nipple ko – ungliyon mein pakad ke twist kiya halka sa, dard ki lehar daudi, lekin chut mein pani aa gaya geela-geela – “Ahh… haan… ahh… khincho… uff… gandi baatein… ahh… randi bol rahe ho mujhe… ahh… kitna ganda… ahh… ahh…”

Usne dusri choochi pe haath le gaya – suit ke upar se dabaya zor se, phir nipple ko ungli se ragda tez-tez, gol-gol ghumate hue – “Ahh… ye doodh… uff… kitne mulayam… ahh… bhabhi ji… ahh… thappad maarun in par? Ahh… maza aayega na kutiya? Ahh…” Usne suit ke upar se hi choochi pe halka zor ka thappad maara – jhannn! Choochi hil gayi, laal ho gayi suit ke andar se feel hua, main cheekh gayi halki si – “Ahhhhh… Pramod… ahh… thappad… uff… doodh pe… ahh… dard… ahh…… ahh… aur … ahh…”

Wo aur zor se hans pada – “Le saali randi… ahh… thappad choochiyon pe… uff… kitni harami hai tu… madarchod… ahh… bhai ko bataun ki unki biwi kitni kutiya hai… ahh… uncles ke lund ki bhookhi… ahh…” Usne left choochi pe thappad maara zor ka – jhannn! Phir right pe – jhannn! Har thappad pe choochi hil rahi thi, dard ki lehar daud rahi thi, lekin chut pani se bharti ja rahi thi, panty geeli ho gayi poori – “Ahh… haan… ahh… thappad maaro… uff… … ahh… ahh… gandi baatein sun ke mazaa aa raha hai… ahh… kutiya bana do mujhe… ahh…”

Usne haath aage badhaya – mera chehra pakda, gaal ko pakad ke dabaaya halka sa, phir muh khol ke thook jama kiya – dheere se, awaaz ke saath, ek bada sa garam thook mere gaal pe gira diya – chipchipa, tez, behne laga dheere se. “Le randi… ahh… uff… gaal pe… ahh… ab mal… apne gaal pe… ahh… kutiya jaise… ahh…” Main sisak gayi – “Ahh… ganda… ahh… thook… uff…” lekin haath khud hi gaal pe le gayi, thook ko malne lagi gol-gol, geela garam mehsoos hua, chehra chamak gaya thook se – “Ahh… mal rahi hoon… ahh… ganda thook… uff… kitna garam… ahh… aur do… ahh…”

Usne phir muh khola, aur thook gira diya – is baar seedha mere gaal pe, phir ungli se usko malne laga dheere-dheere, gaal pe ragad te hue – “Ahh… le kutiya… ahh… mera ganda thook… uff… gaal pe mal… ahh… ab hothon pe… ahh… choos mera thook… madarchod… ahh…” Usne ungli thook mein dubo kar mere hothon pe ragdi – garam chipchipa thook mere hothon pe lag gaya, main jeebh nikaal ke chaat li – “Ahh…

Wo aur garam ho gaya – haath neeche le gaya, suit ke andar se panty mein ghusa diya ungli, chut pe ragda tez se – “Ahh… bhabhi ki chut… uff… geeli ho gayi na gandi baaton se… ahh… randi… ahh… ab roz aunga… tujhe thokunga… gaand marunga… doodh choosunga… madarchod kutiya… ahh… bol… maza aa raha hai na haramzadi?”

Main pagal ho gayi – siskiyan le rahi thi tez-tez – “Ahh… haan… ahh… maza aa raha hai… uff… gandi baatein… ahh… thook… ahh… nipple khincho… ahh… thappad maaro choochiyon pe… ahh… kutiya hoon main… ahh… roz thoko mujhe… ahh… randi bana do… ahh…” Chut geeli ho gayi poori, panty mein daag ban gaya bada sa, saansein ruk-ruk ke aa rahi thi, shareer uske jism se ragad raha tha peeche se.

Usne nipple ko suit ke upar se aur zor se khincha – twist kiya, thappad maara choochi pe zor ka – jhannn! – “Le randi… ahh… … ahh… choochi pe thappad… uff… laal kar dunga… madarchod… ahh…” Main jhad gayi wahi khadi-khadi – chut se paani nikla, panty geeli ho gayi aur, siski tez ho gayi – “Ahhhhh… jhad gayi… ahh… gandi baaton se… uff… Pramod… ahh… kitni garam… ahh…”

Usne hansa gandi hansi – “Ahh… randi jhad gayi baaton se hi… uff… kal thokunga poora… ab ja raha hoon… sochti rehna mera lund… ahh…” Aur chala gaya, main kitchen mein haanf rahi thi, gaal pe thook sukha hua tha, chut geeli, dimag mein uski gandi harkatein aur baatein ghum rahi thi… ahh… beta… usne mujhe poori kutiya bana diya tha… ahh…

Ahh… beta… us din dopahar ki gandi harkatein se main poori tarah se tadap rahi thi, gaal pe Pramod ka thook ab bhi mehsoos ho raha tha sukha hua, choochi thappadon se laal aur sooji hui thi, nipple khinche hue dard kar rahe the, aur chut geeli rehti thi soch-soch ke. Shaam ko tere papa bahar gaye the doston se milne, main bedroom mein baithi thi bed pe, suit pehna tha halka sa geela paseene se, gale se khula hua, bra ke andar choochi bhari-bhari, saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thi din ki yaadon se. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khula – Pramod andar aaya, chehra pe hawas bhari nazar, aankhein mere jism pe ghum rahi thi jaise abhi noch lega, usne darwaza band kiya peeche se, phir mere paas bed pe baith gaya bilkul chipak ke, uski jaangh meri jaangh se ragad rahi thi garam-garam.

Usne dheere se bola, awaaz bhaari aur gandi – “Bhabhi ji… ahh… shaam ko itni garam lag rahi ho… uff… din bhar meri yaad mein tadap rahi thi na? Ahh… … mera lund dekha hai kabhi karib se? Ahh… sungho zara… kitni musky khushboo hai… ahh…” Main sharma gayi, chehra laal ho gaya, nazrein neeche kar li – “Ji Pramod… ahh… kya bol rahe ho… uff… ganda hai ye… ahh… mat dikhao… ahh…” Lekin andar se bechaini badh gayi, chut mein halki si kampan mehsoos hui.

Usne pajame ki naada khola dheere se – haath andar daala, lund bahar nikaala mota kaala, nasen ubhari hui, topa laal aur geela pre-cum se, paseene ki gandi khushboo aa rahi thi mazdoori ke din bhar ki, musky aur salty mix. Usne lund ko haath mein pakda, hilaya dheere se upar-neeche, topa aur ubhar aaya – “Ahh… bhabhi… le sungho… ahh… mera kaala ganda lund… uff… paseene se bhara… ahh… naak laga ke sungh… mazaa aayega na kutiya? Ahh…” Usne mera chehra pakda haath se, gardan ko dheere se jhukaya lund ki taraf, naak bilkul topa ke paas le aaya, garam khushboo naak mein ghusi – musky, paseene wali, gandi lekin madhosh karne waali, main madhosh ho gayi ek second mein, aankhein band ho gayi, saans tez ho gayi, dimag ghum gaya us gandi smell se – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… kitni gandi khushboo… uff… kaala lund… ahh… paseene ki… ahh… madhosh kar diya… ahh…”

Main sunghati rahi tez-tez, naak topa pe ragad rahi thi khud hi, uski gandi smell mere dimag mein chha gayi, chut geeli ho gayi aur, panty mein daag ban gaya – “Ahh… haan… ahh… sungh rahi hoon… uff… ganda… ahh… lekin mazaa aa raha hai… ahh… madhosh ho gayi hoon… ahh…” Wo hans pada gandi hansi mein – “Ahh… le randi bhabhi… ahh… sungh mera lund… uff… ab chus… ahh… muh khol… jeebh nikaal… ahh… choos mera kaala ganda lund… madarchod… ahh… kitni kutiya hai tu… ahh…”

Usne mera muh lund pe dabaya dheere se – topa mere hothon pe ragda pehle, geela pre-cum hothon pe lag gaya salty, phir muh mein daala dheere se, mota topa jeebh pe mehsoos hua garam aur ganda, main choosne lagi dheere-dheere, jeebh gol-gol ghumayi topa pe, laar nikal gayi muh se, lund geela ho gaya – “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… uff… kaala lund… ahh… tasty… ahh… ganda… ahh…” Wo mera sir pakad ke upar-neeche karne laga dheere se, lund muh mein andar-bahar hone laga, awaaz slurp-slurp ki nikal rahi thi – “Ahh… haan choos… ahh… bhabhi ji… uff… … ahh… teri beti Ayesha… ahh… kitni jawan ho gayi hai… uff… uski choochi bhi bhari hongi ab… ahh… main usko bhi thokunga… ahh… uski chut mein ye lund daalunga… madarchod… ahh… kutiya bana dunga usko bhi… ahh… tu dekhti rehna… ahh… usko randi bana ke sab se chudwaunga… ahh…”

Uski ayesha ke liye gandi baatein sun ke main gussa hone lagi– muh se lund nikaala dheere se, geela chamak raha tha laar se, chehra gusse se laal tha– “Ahh… Pramod… ahh… ye kya bol rahe ho… uff… meri beti Ayesha ke baare mein… ahh… gandi baatein… ahh… mat bolo aise… ahh… wo abhi chhoti hai… ahh… gussa aa raha hai… ahh…” Lekin andar se mazaa aa raha tha uski gandi baaton se, chut aur geeli ho gayi, nipple sakht ho gaye suit mein, dimag mein Ayesha ki tasveer ghum gayi uski baaton se, hawas badh gayi aur – “Ahh… mat bolo… ahh… lekin… ahh… sun ke ajeeb lag raha hai… ahh…”

Wo hans pada zor se, lund ko hilate hue – “Ahh… gussa ka natak mat kar kutiya… ahh… tujhe bhi mazaa aa raha hai na? Uff… Ayesha ki jawan chut… ahh… imagine kar… main usko bed pe leta ke… ahh… uski choochi dabata hoon… ahh… nipple choos ta hoon… ahh… phir lund uski chut mein daal ke thokta hoon… ahh… wo sisakti hai… ahh… ‘uncle… ahh… mota lund… ahh… phat rahi hoon…’ ahh… aur tu dekh ti hai side se… ahh… apni ungli chut mein daal ke… madarchod… ahh… family ki randiyan bana dunga… ahh… ab choos aur… ahh… Ayesha ke naam pe choos… ahh…”

Main natak karti rahi gusse ka – “Ahh… nahin… ahh… mat bolo Ayesha ke baare mein… uff… ganda aadmi… ahh… lekin… ahh…” Lekin muh khud hi lund pe le gayi fir se, choosne lagi tez-tez, jeebh se topa chaat te hue, laar beh rahi thi muh se lund pe, uski gandi baatein sun ke mazaa aa raha tha secretly, chut mein ungli daal li khud hi panty ke andar se, ragadne lagi tez – “Ahh… choos rahi hoon… ahh… lekin Ayesha ke liye mat bolo… ahh… gussa… ahh… uff… mazaa aa raha hai… ahh… nahin… ahh…” Wo mera sir zor se dabane laga, lund muh mein ghusane laga aur andar – “Ahh… haan choos… ahh… Ayesha ki maa randi… ahh… beti bhi randi banegi… uff… le maal… ahh… muh mein… ahh…” Usne maal chod diya garam-garam muh mein, main nigal gayi salty maal, madhosh ho gayi poori, chut se paani nikal gaya ungli se ragadne se – “Ahhhhh… jhad gayi… ahh… gandi baaton se… uff… Ayesha… ahh… nahin… ahh…”

Usne lund saaf karwaya muh se, phir pajama bandh ke bola – “Ahh… mazaa aaya na kutiya? Ahh… Ayesha kitni garam hai … ahh…” Aur chala gaya, main bed pe haanf rahi thi, muh mein maal ka taste, gaal pe paseena, chut geeli, dimag mein uski gandi baatein Ayesha ke liye ghum rahi thi, gussa bhi aa raha tha lekin mazaa bahut aa raha tha… ahh… beta… usne mujhe aur gandi bana diya tha… ahh…

**Back to Present**

Ammi ki baat sun ke mera dimag garam ho gaya poora – nipple chooste hue main zor se kaata, ammi sisak uthi – “Ahh… beta… ahh… Pramod uncle ne lund sunghaya tha tujhe… madarchod… kaala ganda lund… ahh… chooswaya… aur Ayesha ke liye gandi baatein… ahh… tu gussa natak karti thi lekin mazaa aa raha tha na kutiya? Ahh… kitni randi hai tu… ahh…” Ammi ne mera lund pakda zor se hilane lagi, muskurate hue – “Haan beta… ahh… mazaa aa raha tha… ab tu bhi Ayesha ke liye gandi baatein kar… ahh… thok mujhe… zor se… ammi ko… ahh…”

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Hello doston, main yahan ek real-like fantasy story likh raha hoon. Yeh kahani ek aise husband ki hai jo apni biwi ko bahut pyar karta hai, lekin ab uske dimag mein ek alag hi khayal ghoom raha hai. Hope aapko pasand aayegi. Please positive feedback dena aur mahol kharab mat karna.

Ab story ki taraf chalte hain...

Mera naam Asad hai, age 28 years. Main Delhi mein ek achhi si MNC mein job karta hoon. Salary bhi decent hai, isliye apna ek chota sa 2BHK flat hai NCR mein. Life settled lag rahi thi – achi job, apna ghar, aur sabse upar ek bahut hi khubsurat aur sexy biwi.

Meri wife ka naam Saba hai, age 24 years. Shaadi ko ab do saal ho chuke hain. Saba sach mein bahut hi hot hai yaar... figure 34-28-36 ke aaspaas, gori chamdi, lambi baal, badi-badi aankhein aur wo smile jo kisi ka bhi dil jeet le. Ghar mein toh wo mostly nighty hi pehenti hai – wo bhi tight wali, jisme se uske curves perfectly dikhte hain. Kabhi kabhi bina bra ke ghumti hai, toh nipples bhi thoda ubhar ke dikh jaate hain. Main pehle toh dekh ke hi pagal ho jaata tha,

Bahar jaane ke liye wo salwar suit ya kurti leggings pehenti hai. Kurti thodi short aur tight hoti hai, leggings mein uski gaand bilkul perfect round shape mein dikhti hai. Log usko dekhte hi rehte hain road pe, aur mujhe pehle gussa aata tha, lekin ab... ab kuch alag feel hota hai.

Baki meri family gaon mein rehti hai – ammi, papa aur do behen aur . Kabhi kabhi hum log gaon jaate hain, lekin zyadatar Delhi mein hi busy rehte hain. Gaon ki taraf ka raaz baad mein kholunga, abhi main apni aur Saba ki baat kar raha hoon.

Shaadi ke pehle saal toh sex bahut wild tha. Roz raat ko naye naye poses, nayi jagah – kitchen mein, balcony mein, bathroom mein shower ke neeche. Saba bhi bahut open minded thi, oral deti thi, upar chadh ke karti thi, sab kuch. Lekin do saal baad... ab wo sab normal ho gaya tha. Week mein 2-3 baar, jaldi se ho gaya aur so gaye. Mujhe maza hi nahi aata tha ab. Kuch missing lagta tha, kuch excitement nahi thi.

Phir ek din galti se maine online ek cuckold kahani padh li. Koi forum pe thi, jisme husband apni wife ko dusre mard ke saath enjoy karte dekhta hai aur usko maza aata hai. Pehle toh mujhe ganda laga, lekin raat ko neend nahi aayi. Dimag mein baar baar wo scene ghoomne laga.

Agli raat se main Saba ke saath sex karte waqt usko kisi aur ke saath imagine karne laga. Kabhi office ke colleague ke saath, kabhi gym trainer ke saath, kabhi gaon ke kisi purane dost ke saath. Sochta tha ki Saba kisi dusre ka lund muh mein le rahi hai, wo usko zor zor se chod raha hai, aur main side mein dekh raha hoon.

Strange baat thi ki is imagination se mera lund pehle se zyada hard hone laga. Sex ke baad bhi dimag mein wo hi khayal rehta. Din raat bas cuckold stories padhta, videos dekhta , aur Saba ko dekhte hi usko kisi aur ke neeche imagine karta.

Lekin Saba ko kabhi bhi iska ehsaas nahi hone diya. Uske saamne normal husband bana rehta – pyar se baat, gifts laata, ghumane jaata. Wo bhi khush rehti thi, shayad usko bhi lagta tha ki sab normal hai. Lekin andar se meri ye fantasy din ba din aur badhti ja rahi thi.

Ab toh main sochne laga tha – kya sach mein kabhi aisa ho sakta hai? Kya Saba kabhi kisi dusre ke saath...??

Wo din office se ghar aate waqt maine ek online sex toy store se kuch cheezein order kar di thi – ek blindfold, soft handcuffs aur ek small vibrator. Socha tha ki shayad in se hamara sex life thoda spicy ho jaaye. Package aane mein 2-3 din lage, lekin jab aaya toh main excited ho gaya.

Raat ko dinner ke baad Saba kitchen mein bartaan dho rahi thi. Usne pink color ki short nighty pehni thi, jo uski thighs tak hi thi. Bend hone pe uski gaand bilkul clear dikh rahi thi – black panty ke saath wo scene dekh ke mera lund khada ho gaya. Lekin dimag mein pehle jaise wild khayal nahi, balki cuckold fantasy chal rahi thi.

Main uske paas jaake peeche se hug kiya, haathon ko uski kamar pe ghumaya aur kaanon mein dheere se bola,
"Asad: Baby, aaj raat kuch different try karein?"

Saba hans ke boli,
"Saba: Different? Matlab? Phir se bathroom mein?"

Main muskuraya aur bola,
"Asad: Nahi yaar, aur bhi wild. Socha hai tujhe blindfold kar ke karunga... tu guess karegi ki main kahan touch kar raha hoon."

Saba ne bartaan rakh ke mud ke mujhe dekha, thoda naughty smile diya.
"Saba: Achha? Aur kya kya plan kiya hai mere hubby ne?"

Main bedroom mein le gaya usko. Lights dim ki, blindfold uski aankhon pe baandha aur bed pe lita diya. Phir handcuffs se uske haath bed ke headboard se lightly tie kar diye. Saba thoda excited lag rahi thi, saansein tez ho rahi thi.

Main uske upar chadh ke kiss karne laga, neck pe, ears pe. Phir dheere se uski nighty upar ki aur uske boobs ko dabane laga. Uske muh se light moan nikal raha tha – "Mmm... Asad... achha lag raha hai..."

Ab mera dimag fantasy mode mein chala gaya. Main uske kaan mein whisper kiya,
"Asad: Imagine kar baby... agar abhi yahan koi aur hota... koi stranger... aur main side mein dekh raha hoon... tujhe aise touch karte hue..."

Itna bolte hi Saba ka body thoda stiff ho gaya. Usne blindfold ke neeche se aankhein kholne ki koshish ki, lekin maine rok diya. Phir wo thodi irritation se boli,
"Saba: Asad, ye kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Stranger? Kya matlab?"

Maine socha shayad thoda tease kar raha hoon,
"Asad: Bas aise hi yaar... fantasy hai... soch ki kitna hot hoga agar koi aur tujhe aise chod raha ho... aur tu enjoy kar rahi ho..."

Bas itna hi bola tha ki Saba ne zor se haath jhatka aur handcuffs khol liye (wo loose hi the). Blindfold utaar ke phenki aur bed se uth ke baith gayi. Uski aankhein laal ho gayi thi – gusse se ya shayad hurt se, samajh nahi aa raha tha.

"Saba: Asad! Tumhe ye sab sach mein pasand hai? Mujhe dusre mardon ke saath? Tumhe sharam nahi aati aisa bolte hue?"

Main shock ho gaya. Jaldi se bola,
"Asad: Arre baby, sorry... bas roleplay tha... mazaak kar raha tha..."

Lekin Saba ka gussa thanda nahi ho raha tha. Wo nighty theek karte hue boli,
"Saba: Mazaak? Bahut ganda mazaak hai ye! Main tumhari biwi hoon Asad, koi randi nahi jo tumhare liye dusron ke saath... ugh! Tumhe agar sex mein problem hai toh bolo, lekin aisa mat bolo!"

Wo bol ke bathroom mein chali gayi aur darwaza zor se band kar diya. Main bed pe baitha reh gaya, dil mein thoda dar aur thoda excitement. Gussa toh usko aaya tha, lekin shayad ye hi starting thi meri fantasy ki real life mein...


Doston, wo raat bathroom band hone ke baad main bed pe leta raha, phone haath mein liye. Saba andar shower le rahi thi, shayad gusse mein ya hurt mein. Main samajh nahi pa raha tha ki sorry kaise bolun. Raat ke 12 baj chuke the, lekin neend kahan aati.

Subah office jaate waqt bhi Saba ne mujhse properly baat nahi ki. Breakfast mein sirf "hmm" aur "theek hai" bola. Kiss bhi nahi kiya goodbye mein. Office pahunch ke main pareshan ho gaya. Lunch time mein WhatsApp pe message kiya:

**Asad:** Baby sorry yaar... kal raat galti ho gayi. Bas fantasy thi, mazaak mein bol diya. Tu meri jaan hai, tujhe kisi aur ke baare mein soch bhi kaise sakta hoon seriously? Please maaf kar de na...

5 minute baad seen hua, lekin no reply.

Phir dusra message kiya:
**Asad:** Ghar jaate waqt teri favorite chocolate laaunga. Aur raat ko movie dekhenge, cuddle karenge. Please baat kar na...

Seen... lekin kuch nahi.

Teesra:
**Asad:** Saba please... main kitna pachta raha hoon. Tu naraz mat reh...

Ab toh 30 minute ho gaye the, office mein kaam pe dhyan nahi lag raha tha. Main baar baar phone check kar raha tha. Phir achanak notification aaya – Saba ka message. Dil khush ho gaya, socha maaf kar diya.

Lekin message padhte hi mere haath kaanpne lage...

**Saba:** Achha Asad? Tumhe ye sab itna achha lagta hai na? To socho... meri jagah tumhari behen hoti – Safaq aapi ya Ayesha – kisi dusre mard ke saath... tumhe dekhne mein kitna maza aata? Kaisa lagta tumhe??

Yaar... message padhte hi main sann reh gaya. Office ki chair pe baitha tha, lekin jaise bijli ka jhatka laga ho.

Dimag mein pehle badi behen Safaq aapi ka chehra aaya – age 30, married, apne husband ke saath alag rehti hai gaon ke paas. Figure bahut hi hot hai uska bhi... gori, lambi, heavy boobs aur wide hips. Shaadi ke pehle hum log ek saath khelte the, lekin ab wo bhabhi jaisi lagti hai.

Phir choti behen Ayesha – 19 saal ki, abhi 12th mein, bahut natkhat aur chulbuli. Slim figure, tight clothes pehenti hai ghar mein, hamesha phone pe hassti rehti hai. Wo dono behenein mere liye bilkul jaan thi... lekin Saba ke message ne jaise zehar daal diya dimag mein.

Pehle toh gussa aaya, lekin saath hi wo ganda khayal aa gaya... Safaq aapi ko kisi dusre ke neeche, uski cheekhen, ya Ayesha ki masoomiyat khatam hote hue... fuck! Mera lund office mein hi tight hone laga. Dimag itna ganda ho chuka tha ki ab apni hi beheno ko bhi dusre lund ke neeche imagine karne laga. Dil mein sharam bhi thi aur excitement bhi.

Main jaldi se type karne laga, gusse mein:

**Asad:** Saba ye kya bakwas kar rahi ho?? Meri beheno ke baare mein aisa mat bol! Tu hadd mein reh!!

Message send kiya aur wait kiya. 2 minute baad reply aaya...

Bas ek laughing emoji

Aur kuch nahi.

Main phone table pe rakh ke sar pakad liya. Ye kya ho raha tha? Saba mujhe punish kar rahi thi ya... shayad usko bhi ab kuch alag feel ho raha tha?

Ab ghar jaane ka time ho raha tha... chocolate toh laani hi thi, lekin dil mein dar bhi tha ki aaj raat kya hoga.

Doston, office se ghar pahunchte waqt dil mein bahut confusion tha. Chocolate ka box haath mein tha, lekin dimag mein Saba ka wo message aur laughing emoji baar baar ghoom raha tha. Ghar ka darwaza khula tha, Saba kitchen mein thi – black kurti aur tight leggings mein, baal khule hue. Mujhe dekhte hi normal smile diya jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Khana khaya, TV dekha, baat chit normal thi lekin andar se tension feel ho raha tha. Raat ke 11 bajte bajte bedroom mein aa gaye. Main chocolate box deke sorry bola toh wo hans ke boli,
"Saba: Achha baba, maaf kiya. Ab so jaao."

Lekin main kahan manne wala tha. Uske paas jaake hug kiya, kiss karne laga. Wo bhi respond karne lagi. Aaj uski body mein alag hi garmahat thi. Kurti utari toh andar red lace bra aur matching panty – jaise specially pehni ho.

Main usko bed pe lita ke upar chadh gaya, zor zor se kiss kar raha tha neck pe, boobs pe. Uske muh se halki halki siski nikal rahi thi – "Ahh... Asad... dheere..."

Mera lund already rock hard tha. Panty side karke maine andar ghusa diya. Aaj wo geeli bahut thi, ek hi dhakke mein poora andar chala gaya. Main zor zor se dhakke marne laga, jaise saara gussa aur excitement nikal raha ho.

Thodi der chodte hue, jab hum dono full josh mein the, Saba ne achanak meri aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se, lekin saaf awaaz mein poocha,

"Saba: Asad... agar main ye sab... matlab ye wild cheezein... kisi aur ke saath karun... dusre mard ke saath sex karun... tumhe bura nahi lagega na?"

Yaar... wo bolte waqt uski aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi, jaise challenge kar rahi ho ya test kar rahi ho.

Main pehle toh hairani se ruk sa gaya, usko dekhta reh gaya. Dimag blank ho gaya ek second ke liye. Lekin saath hi andar se ek ajeeb sa josh ubal pada – wo hi fantasy jo main chhupa raha tha.

Mera lund uske andar aur tight ho gaya. Main bina kuch bole, gusse aur josh ke mix mein zor se dhakka maara aur gaali dete hue chodne laga,

"Asad: Saali... harami... aisa bol ke mujhe aur garam kar rahi hai... haan kar na... dikha mujhe... chodwa kisi se... kutiya..."

Main zor zor se dhakke mar raha tha, uske boobs daba raha tha, baal khinch raha tha. Saba bhi ab full siskiya le rahi thi – "Ahh... haan... zor se... fuck me..."

Usne mere kaan mein phir se bola..
"Saba: Sach mein... agar main kisi aur ka lund le lun... tum dekhoge na? Bura nahi manege?"

Bas itna sunte hi mera control khatam. Maine usko ulta kiya, doggy style mein ghusa diya aur jaise janwar bana pada tha – zor zor se thap thap ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Do minute mein hi main jhad gaya, itna powerful orgasm kabhi nahi hua tha. Saba bhi saath mein hi jhad gayi, uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha.

Baad mein dono paseene se bheeg ke lete rahe, saansein tez. Wo mere seene pe sar rakh ke boli,
"Saba: Tumne jawab nahi diya abhi tak..."

Main bas muskuraya aur bola,
"Asad: Baby... jo tu chahe..."

Ab raat ka andhera tha, lekin lag raha tha jaise hamari life mein ek naya chapter shuru hone wala hai.

Doston, wo raat ke baad se Saba aur mera behaviour bilkul badal gaya tha. Bahar se normal pati-patni, lekin andar se ek current sa flow kar raha tha. Subah office jaate waqt kiss lambi ho gayi thi, raat ko sote waqt haath zyada ghumte the. Lekin asli khel shuru hua WhatsApp pe.

Ek dopahar office mein lunch break mein main akela cabin mein baitha tha. Dimag mein wo raat ka scene ghoom raha tha. Lund tight ho raha tha soch-soch ke. Maine Saba ko message kiya:

**Asad:** Baby... aaj office mein baithi-baithi tu yaad aa rahi hai... kal raat wala scene dimag se nahi ja raha

**Saba:** Kya yaad aa raha hai? Wo jo tum zor-zor se gaali de rahe the?

**Asad:** Haan wahi... aur wo jo tu pooch rahi thi... "kisi aur ke saath karun toh bura nahi lagega?" Wo sun ke mera lund aur hard ho gaya tha

**Saba:** Achha? Matlab tumhe sach mein pasand hai ye sab?

**Asad:** Baby... fantasy toh bahut time se thi... lekin tu bolegi toh real bhi try kar sakte hain na? Bas tu enjoy kare, main dekhun... soch kitna garam hoga

**Saba:** Asad! Tum pagal ho gaye ho? Main aisi nahi hoon...

**Asad:** Arre meri jaan, tu jo bhi karegi main pyar hi karunga aur zyada. Soch... koi handsome ladka... tu uske saath flirt kare... phir date pe jaaye... kiss kare... aur phir jo dil kare. Main side mein dekhun ya photos/videos maangun

**Saba:** Shut up Asad! Ye sab galat hai...

Lekin uske message ke baad typing dikha 2-3 baar, phir ruk gayi. Main aur excite ho gaya. Phir message kiya:

**Asad:** Baby seriously... tu try toh kar ek baar. Koi safe ladka... office ka colleague, gym trainer, ya gaon se koi purana dost. Bas thoda flirt kar ke dekh... agar pasand na aaye toh chod dena. Lekin agar maza aaye toh aage badhna. Main promise karta hoon jealous nahi hounga, balki aur pyar karunga tujhe.

**Saba:** Tumhe sach mein ye dekhna achha lagega? Main kisi aur ke saath...?

**Asad:** Haan baby... soch kitna wild hoga. Tu usko blowjob de rahi ho... wo tujhe chod raha ho zor zor se... aur tu mujhe live call pe dikha rahi ho ya record kar ke bhej rahi ho. Mera lund abhi bhi khada ho raha hai soch ke

**Saba:** Asad... tum kitne gande ho gaye ho. Pehle aisa nahi the.

**Asad:** Tu ne hi toh ye side nikala mera Ab tu bhi thoda naughty ban na... promise main tera har decision support karunga. Bas shuru kar ek chote step se... kisi ko smile de extra, thoda tease kar... phir dekh kya feel hota hai.

**Saba:** Hmm... sochti hoon. Lekin agar main seriously try karun toh? Tum pakka bura nahi manoge?

**Asad:** Pakka baby... balki main tujhe encourage karunga. Tu meri hot wife ban jaayegi Ab bata... dimag mein koi hai already?

**Saba:** Nahi... abhi nahi. Bas soch rahi hoon ki tum kitne desperate ho ye sab ke liye.

**Asad:** Desperate toh hoon... kyuki tujhe khush dekhna chahta hoon har tarah se. Ab jaldi decide kar na meri jaan... main wait kar raha hoon tere green signal ka

Wo message ke baad Saba online thi lekin reply nahi kiya. Bas ek winking emoji bheja aur phir offline ho gayi.

Office mein baaki dopahar kaam pe dhyan nahi laga. Dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi – dar bhi aur excitement bhi. Lag raha tha jaise Saba seriously soch rahi hai... ab bas dekhna ye fantasy kitni door tak jaati hai.


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[Rohini42]

Doston, office se ghar aate waqt poora raasta dimag mein wahi photo ghum rahi thi – meri choti behen Ayesha ka muh mein wo mota kaala lund. Gussa tha, shock tha, lekin lund pant mein tight pada tha. Ghar pahuncha toh darwaza khula tha, Saba hall mein baithi phone pe kuch dekh rahi thi, muskurati hui.

Maine darwaza band kiya aur seedha uske paas jaake usko pakad liya – peeche se hug kiya, gale pe kiss karne laga zor zor se. Usne surprise se hans diya.

"Saba: Arre waah… itni jaldi aa gaye? Aur ye wildness kahan se?"

Main usko ghumaya, wall se chipka diya aur hothon pe paglon ki tarah kiss karne laga. Haath uski kamar pe, gaand pe ghum rahe the. Kiss tod ke main bola,

"Asad: Saba… wo photo… Ayesha ki… ye sab kya hai? Kaise? Kaun tha wo?? Bata na jaldi!"

Saba ne naughty smile di, mere hothon pe ungli rakh di aur boli,

"Saba: Shhh… itna gussa? Pehle toh dekh… tera lund kitna tight ho gaya hai meri choti nanad ke naam se. Bol… choti behen ke muh mein lund dekh ke itna garam kyun ho rahe ho tum?"

Ye sun ke mera dil zor se dhak kiya. Main uske boobs dabane laga aur bola,

"Asad: Saba please… bata kaise hua ye sab…"

Saba ne mera shirt upar kiya, chest pe kiss karte hue boli,

"Saba: Bataungi… lekin pehle chod mujhe. Soch… teri masoom Ayesha… wo natkhat si ladki… muh khol ke kisi ka mota kaala lund choos rahi thi… kitni andar le rahi thi na? Uski jeebh us supare pe ghum rahi hogi… laar tapak rahi hogi…"

Ye bolte bolte usne meri pant ki zip khol di aur lund bahar nikaal ke hilane lagi. Mera josh sky high ho gaya.

Main usko godi mein utha ke bedroom mein le gaya, bed pe phenka. Usne kapde utarne shuru kiye, main bhi nanga ho gaya. Wo bed pe ghodi ban gayi aur gaand hilate hue boli,

"Saba: Aa jaanu… chod apni biwi ko… aur soch teri choti behen ko. Wo bhi aise hi ghodi ban ke kisi ke neeche leti hogi… uski tight chut mein wo kaala lund ghusa hoga… wo moan kar rahi hogi “Bhaiya… dekh na… kitna mota hai…”"

Main peeche se uski chut mein lund ghusa diya – ek hi dhakke mein poora andar. Zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Thap thap thap!

"Asad: Saali… aisa mat bol… fuck… aur bol…"

Saba siski le rahi thi, gaand peeche kar ke dhakke le rahi thi,

"Saba: Haan bolungi… teri Ayesha kitni tight hogi… abhi toh 19 ki hai na? Uske chote chote boobs… kisi ne dabaye honge… nipples marode honge jaise uncle mere marodte hain… aur usne muh mein liya… shayad uska pehla lund tha… piya bhi hoga saara maal…"

Main aur wild ho gaya – uske baal pakad ke peeche khinche, zor zor se thappad maare gaand pe.

"Asad: Kutiya… aur bol… wo kaun tha uske muh mein?"

Saba hans ke boli,

"Saba: Abhi nahi bataungi… pehle chod zor se… soch teri behen ki chut bhi aise hi fodhi ja rahi hogi… wo chillayegi “Ahh… mota hai…” aur tu yahan mujhe chod raha hai uske naam pe… kitna ganda pati hai tu… bhen ke naam se lund khada kar ke biwi chod raha hai…"

Main control khone laga – position badli, usko neeche litaya, tangen kandhe pe rakh ke chut mein ghusa diya. Zor zor se dhakke maarne laga, uske boobs uchhal rahe the.

"Saba: Haan Asad… aise hi… teri behen ko bhi aise chodte honge… uski masoom aankhein… muh se siskiyan… “Bhaiya mujhe bacha lo” bol rahi hogi… lekin enjoy kar rahi hogi jaise main kar rahi hoon…"

Bas itna sunte hi mera poora shareer akad gaya. Maine zor ka dhakka maara aur saara maal andar chod diya. Saba bhi saath mein jhad gayi – uski chut ne mera lund jakad liya.

Dono saans phoolte hue lete rahe. Wo mere seene pe sar rakh ke boli,

"Saba: Ab samajh aaya jaanu? Teri fantasy sirf mujh tak nahi rahi… ab teri family bhi involve ho rahi hai. Aur tujhe ye sab se zyada maza aa raha hai… admit kar."

Main chup raha, lekin andar se jaanta tha wo sahi bol rahi thi. Gussa tha, dar tha, lekin excitement sabse upar tha.

Ayesha wali photo ke baad raat bhar neend nahi aayi. Saba ne mujhe tadpaya hi chod diya, kuch bataya nahi. Subah main phir bedroom mein chhup kar darwaza thoda khula chhod ke baitha raha. Dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha – aaj Ramu kaka ke saath kya hoga.

Bell baji aur Saba hall mein gayi. Aaj usne bilkul chota sa crop top pehna tha (pet poora bahar, boobs ke neeche tak), aur neeche tight leggings – gaand bilkul gol gol hil rahi thi. Makeup kiya hua, hoth laal lipstick se.

Ramu kaka andar aaya, doodh rakha aur seedha Saba ko dekhte hue muskuraya.

"Ramu: Arre memsaab… aaj toh bilkul randi jaisi taiyar hui ho. Pati andar so raha hai aur tu mujhe tadpa rahi hai?"

Saba ne nazrein neeche kar ke boli,
"Saba: Uncle… aap bhi na…"

Ramu ne uske paas jaake peeche se kamar pakdi, gaand pe apna khada lund ragda aur kaan mein bola,
"Ramu: Kutiya… kal nipples marode the, aaj tera muh maarunga. Neeche baith jaldi."

Saba ne koi virodh nahi kiya, seedha neeche baith gayi. Ramu ne pajama neeche kiya – wo mota kaala ganda lund bahar aa gaya… paseena, baal, smell saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Ramu ne uske baal pakde aur bola,
"Ramu: Le saali… choos mera lund. Tera pati andar so raha hai aur tu ek budhhe doodh wale ka lund muh mein le rahi hai… kitni badi harami hai tu… bol, main tera asli mard hoon na?"

Saba ne "Haan uncle…" bola aur muh khol ke lund andar liya. Ramu ne bedardi se dhakke marne shuru kar diye – muh mein poora ghusa raha tha, supara gale tak. Saba ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, laar tapak rahi thi, glug glug awaazein aa rahi thi.

Ramu gaaliyan deta raha,
"Ramu: Haan kutiya… le poora… tera pati tujhe aise thokta hai kya? Nahi na… sirf main hi teri izzat loot sakta hoon… roz doodh ke saath tera muh bharunga."

Usne baal aur zor se khinche, gaal pe do teen thappad maare aur tezi se muh mein dhakke maare. Saba rukh nahi pa rahi thi, lekin muh se awaazein nikal rahi thi –

Last mein Ramu akad gaya,
"Ramu: Le randi… pi le mera saara maal… aaj tera muh bhar raha hoon!"

Zor zor se muth maari aur saara ganda, chipchipa maal Saba ke muh mein, hothon pe, chehre pe chod diya. Kuch muh mein gira jo Saba ne nigal liya, baaki chehre pe fail gaya.

Ramu hans ke bola,
"Ramu: Wah saali… kitna achha choosti hai. Kal gaand pe haath maarunga. Ab jaa, apne pati ko bata dena ki tera muh maine chod diya."

Wo nikal gaya. Saba wahi baithi rahi thodi der, saans lete hue, chehra maal se geela.

Phir wo bedroom mein aayi. Mujhe dekhte hi naughty smile di aur mere paas baithi. Chehra abhi bhi geela tha, smell aa rahi thi.

"Saba: Dekha sab jaanu? Uncle ne aaj muh mein hi chod diya… kitna ganda taste hai uska… lekin mazaa aa gaya."

Main usko pakad ke kiss karne laga – uske hothon pe, gaal pe jahan maal laga tha wahan chaata. Taste salty aur ganda, lekin josh mein pagal ho raha tha.

Kiss karte karte main bola,
"Asad: Baby… tu itni neeche kaise gir gayi… lekin fuck… bahut garam lag rahi hai aise."

Saba ne mujhe dhakka diya bed pe, mere upar chadh gayi aur mere hothon pe apne geele hoth ragadne lagi.

"Saba: Neeche giri? Ye toh mazaa hai jaanu… ab soch teri choti Ayesha ko. Wo photo yaad hai na? Uska muh bhi aise hi bhara hoga kisi ke maal se… teri masoom behen… ab randi ban rahi hai… bol, tujhe pasand aa raha hai na wo scene?"

Main uske boobs daba raha tha, lund uski chut pe ragad raha tha.

"Asad: Haan baby… bol aur… Ayesha ke baare mein…"

Saba ne mera lund pakda, upar neeche hilate hue boli,
"Saba: Teri Ayesha… wo natkhat si… uska muh itna chota… lekin mota lund le rahi thi na? Shayad usko bhi thappad pade honge… uski tight chut bhi kisi ne maari hogi… soch, teri behen chillayegi “Ahh… bhaiya dekh na…” aur tu yahan mujhe chod raha hoga uske naam pe."

Main usko neeche gira ke upar chadh gaya, lund ek hi dhakke mein andar ghusa diya. Zor zor se chodne laga.

Saba siskariya le rahi thi,
"Saba: Haan Asad… chod… teri behen ke naam pe chod mujhe… wo bhi aise hi li ja rahi hogi… uske boobs dabaye ja rahe honge… maal uske muh mein gir raha hoga…"

Hum dono pagal ki tarah chudai karne lage – thappad, baal khinchna, gaaliyan. Main jhadne ke time chillaya aur saara maal andar chod diya.

Baad mein lete hue Saba ne mere kaan mein bola,
"Saba: Abhi toh shuruaat hai jaanu… Ayesha ke aur raaz khulne wale hain."

Office mein dopahar ka time tha. Cabin mein akela baitha tha, outside se colleagues ki awaazein aa rahi thi, lekin mera dhyan kaam pe nahi tha. Subah Ramu kaka ne Saba ke muh mein jo kiya tha, uski smell abhi bhi dimag mein ghum rahi thi. Phone vibrate hua – Saba ka message tha.

**Saba:** Jaanu… ek video bheja hai. Headphone laga ke dekhna… aur bathroom chala ja. Tumhara lund khud hi samajh jaayega

30 second ka video tha. Maine gallery mein save kiya, headphone lagaya aur play kiya.

Video khula toh pehle andhera dikha, phir camera adjust hua. Ek purane style ke kamre mein bed tha – gaon wala lage hue. Ayesha… meri choti Ayesha… bilkul nangi, ghodi bani hui thi. Uski gori kamar jhuki hui, choti si gaand upar uthi hui, tangen kaanp rahi thi. Uske muh se dheemi dheemi siskiyan aa rahi thi – "Ahh… uncle… dheere se… bahut mota hai…"

Aur peeche… ek aadmi ke dono haath uski kamar pe, zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha. Mota, kaala lund – bilkul gehra rang, nasen ubhari hui – Ayesha ki tight gori chut mein poora andar bahar. Har dhakke pe chut se chipchipi awaaz aa rahi thi, jaise bilkul geeli ho. Camera side se tha, lekin chehra saaf nahi aa raha tha pehle. Sirf mota pet, safed kurta upar chadha hua, aur neeche pajama ghutno tak neeche.

Phir last mein camera thoda upar kiya gaya… aur mera dil ruk sa gaya.

Pramod uncle.

Wohi Pramod uncle jo mujhe beta kehte the. School time mein tuition dete the, ghar aake padhate the. Meri shaadi inki pasand se hui thi ufff – kurta pajama, safed daadi shuru, mota shareer. Aur ab… woh meri 19 saal ki choti behen ki gaand maar rahe the. Zor zor se. Ayesha ka shareer har dhakke pe aage hil raha tha, uski choti chuchi neeche latak ke hil rahi thi.

Uncle ki saansein tez thi, paseena tapak raha tha. Dheemi awaaz mein bole – "Haan beti… le poora… kitni tight hai tu…"

Bas itna hi tha. Video khatam.

Main chair pe baitha ruka ruka sa reh gaya. Phone haath mein, screen black ho gaya lekin aankhon ke saamne wahi scene ghum raha tha. Pramod uncle? Jin hone meri padhai karwayi? Jinhone mujhe apna beta maana? Meri choti behen ko… aise?

Lund pant mein sakht ho gaya tha – ye feeling bilkul ganda tha, sharam wala, lekin ruk nahi raha tha. Bathroom ki taraf lapka. Cubicle mein ghusa, darwaza lock kiya aur message type karne laga.

**Asad:** Saba… ye kya bheja hai?? Ye Pramod uncle hain na?? Kaise?? Kab se?? Bata jaldi!!!

**Saba:** Pehchana? Tere favorite uncle… ab teri choti behen ka favorite bhi ban gaya hai. Kitni tight thi na Ayesha video mein? Uncle ka mota lund mushkil se andar ja raha tha…

**Asad:** Saba serious bol rahi ho?? Ye kab se chal raha hai? Kaise start hua??

**Saba:** Arre jaanu… calm down. Tu office mein AC mein baitha hai, aur gaon mein teri masoom si Ayesha uncle ke neeche aahein bhar rahi hai. Soch… tu meeting mein jaayega, aur uncle uski tight chut mein dobara ghusa denge. Kitna garam lag raha hoga unko teri behen ka gori shareer…

**Asad:** Saba please… bata na… kab se?

**Asad:** Fuck… ye galat hai Saba… wo meri choti behen hai…

**Saba:** Galat? To bathroom mein kya kar raha hai abhi? Video dobara play kar raha hoga na? Soch… Pramod uncle ka paseene wala shareer teri behen ke upar… uska mota lund uski choti si chut phaad raha hai… aur tu yahan muth maar raha hai. Kitna harami ban gaya hai tu meri jaan… apni behen ke naam pe lund hilate hue. Jaldi jhad ja… phir ghar aa ke mujhe chodna uske naam pe.

Main bathroom mein baitha… video dobara play kiya. Ayesha ki siskiyan sun ke haath tezi se chalne laga. Saba ke messages padh ke dimag mein sharam aur josh ka toofan tha. Pramod uncle ka chehra… unki saans… Ayesha ki tight gaand… sab ghum raha tha.

Do minute mein hi jhad gaya. Haath geela, saans tez. Mirror mein dekha – chehra laal tha, aankhein hairan.

Ye fantasy maine shuru ki thi… lekin ab lag raha tha jaise haath se nikal gayi hai. Pramod uncle tak? Meri choti behen tak?

Ab kya hoga? Ruk nahi raha tha ye sab…



saba aur aayesha

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[Umesh 0786]

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[Rohini42]

Doston, wo raat dinner ke baad hall mein hum dono sofa pe baithe the. TV pe kuch chal raha tha lekin awaaz band thi. Saba mere paas chipak ke baithi thi, uski nighty thighs tak upar chadhi hui, uska haath meri jaangh pe dheere dheere ghum raha tha. Bahar se normal pati-patni lag rahe the, lekin andar se mera dil toofan mein tha.

Main akhir chup nahi reh saka. Phone side mein rakh ke uska haath pakda aur seedha bola,

"Asad: Saba… ab bas kar yaar. Ye sab band kar de. Ramu kaka wali fantasy theek thi, mazaa bhi aa raha tha, lekin Ayesha… meri choti behen tak?? Ye galat hai. Wo 19 saal ki masoom ladki hai, Pramod uncle ne uske saath jo kiya wo… wo galat hai. Aur tu ye videos bhej ke kya prove karna chahti hai? Ki main kitna harami hoon?"

Saba pehle toh chup rahi, phir dheere se muskurayi aur mere chehre pe haath ferte hue boli,

"Saba: Jaanu… tu kitna bhi gussa kar le, lekin tu khud jaanta hai ki ye fantasy tune hi shuru ki thi. Pehle sirf mujhe dusron ke saath sochta tha, ab jab thoda family tak pahunch gayi hai toh dar kyun raha hai?"

Main gusse mein uska haath hataaya aur khada ho gaya,

"Asad: Fantasy alag thi Saba! Teri body, तेरा choice tha … main excite hota tha kyuki tu enjoy kar rahi thi. Lekin Ayesha? Wo meri sagi behen hai yaar! Pramod uncle ne uska fayda uthaya hoga… tuition ke bahane. Aur tu… tu ye videos kaise la rahi hai? Tu gaon gayi thi kab? Kaise pata chala tujhe ye sab? Sach bata!"

Saba bhi ab khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein teasing thi lekin saath hi thodi seriousness bhi.

"Saba: Haan Asad… Main shocked hui thi pehle ye sab dekhkar, gussa bhi aaya. Socha tujhe bata dun, complaint kar dun. Lekin phir…"

Wo ruki, mere chehre ko dekha, phir dheere se boli,

"Saba: Phir maine socha… ye sab dekh ke mujhe bhi kuch alag feel hua. Teri behen ko dekh ke… uski masoomiyat khatam hote hue… mujhe bhi garmahat hui. Maine chupke se ye video record kiya hai, aur phir Ayesha se baat ki akeli mein. Wo royi bahut, sab bata diya – kaise uncle ne dheere dheere shuru kiya, pehle haath lagana, phir kiss, phir aur aage. Wo darti thi pehle, ab… ab wo ruk nahi paati."

Mera sar ghum gaya. Main sofa pe dhap se baith gaya, sar haathon mein pakad liya.

"Asad: Matlab… Ayesha ab khud jaati hai uncle ke paas? Meri choti behen… Pramod uncle ke saath ??"

Saba mere paas baith gayi, mera kandha pakda lekin is baar tightly nahi, jaise dar rahi ho.

"Saba: Haan jaanu… ab wo khud jaati hai. Videos bhi… shayad uncle record karte hain, ya khud karti hai. Kaise mere paas aate hain ye main bhi poori tarah nahi jaanti, lekin aate hain. Aur main bhejti hoon tujhe… kyuki jaanti hoon ki tu kitna bhi gussa kar le, andar se excite ho raha hai.aur ek baat teri family me sab aise hi hai"

Main aankhein band kar liya. Dil mein tez dard hua – jaise koi apna hi cheat kar raha ho. Ayesha… wo bachpan mein mere peeche peeche ghumti thi, ab Pramod uncle ke gande jism ko chaat rahi thi?

Main ro pada. Sach mein. Aankhon se paani nikal aaya.

"Asad: Saba… ye band kar. Videos mat bhej. Main… main ye nahi dekh sakta. Gaon jaake Pramod uncle se baat karunga, Ayesha ko samjhaunga. Ye galat hai yaar…"

Saba ne mujhe hug kiya, mere aansoon pochhe. Phir dheere se mere kaan mein boli,

"Saba: Theek hai jaanu… agar tu sach mein chahta hai toh band kar denge. Kal se koi video nahi bhejungi. Tu gaon jaana chahe toh jaa, main saath chalungi. Lekin…"

Wo ruki, mera chehra upar kiya aur meri aankhon mein dekha,

"Saba: Lekin pehle ye bata… jab tu wo videos dekhta hai, bathroom mein jaata hai… tab sirf dard hota hai? Sirf gussa? Ya saath mein wo excitement bhi hoti hai jo rukti nahi?"

Main chup raha. Kyuki sach ye tha ki dard ke saath wo ganda josh bhi ubhar aata tha.

Saba ne dheere se mere pant pe haath rakha… aur wahan lund already tight ho chuka tha, jaise ladai kar raha ho mere emotions se.

"Saba: Dekh… tera shareer jhooth nahi bolta. Tu kitna bhi ro le, kitna bhi rukne ki koshish kar le… ye fantasy ab rukne wali nahi.khud me soch samjh lo Uske baad tu khud decide karna – band karna hai ya aage badhne dena hai."

Main usey dhakka dene ki koshish ki, lekin haath mein taakat nahi thi. Wo mere upar chadh gayi, nighty upar ki aur dheere se mera lund apni geeli chut mein le liya. Is baar wild nahi… dheere dheere, emotional tha. Main ro raha tha aur saath hi uske neeche dhakke maar raha tha.

Raat bhar neend nahi aayi. Dil mein ladai chal rahi thi – rukna chahta tha, lekin andar se kuch aur keh raha tha.

agli subah jab aankh khuli toh bed pe Saba mere paas leti thi, bilkul chipak ke. Uski nighty side se upar chadhi hui thi, uski nangi jaangh meri kamar pe rakhi thi. Wo jaag chuki thi, mujhe dekhte hi naughty smile di aur dheere se mere kaan mein boli,

"Saba: Good morning jaanu… aaj shaam ko jaldi nikal jana office se. Ayesha aa rahi hai… uski garmi ki chhutti ho gayi hai, shaam ki train se pahunchegi."

Ye sunte hi mera dil zor se dhak kiya. Ayesha… yahan Delhi mein? Hamare ghar pe? Wo bhi ab, jab dimag mein uske wo sab videos ghum rahe the?

Main bed pe uth ke baith gaya, hairani se usey dekhta raha,

"Asad: Ayesha? Yahan? Tu ne bulaya usey?"

Saba hans ke mere paas aayi, mere gale mein bahein daal ke chipak gayi. Uski garam saansein mere kaan pe lag rahi thi,

"Saba: Haan jaanu… maine hi bulaya. Ammi se baat ki, kaha ki chhuttiyan hain toh bhai ke paas aa jaye thodi shopping kar legi, ghum legi. Waise bhi kitne din ho gaye usey yahan aaye hue… ab teri choti behen ko live dekh lena."

Wo boli "live dekh lena" aur uski aankhon mein wo hi teasing wali chamak thi. Phir usne mera chehra pakda, dheere se mere hothon pe kiss kiya… lekin kiss dheemi nahi rahi. Wo wild ho gayi – uski jeebh mere muh mein, mere baal khinch rahi thi.

Kiss tod ke wo mere upar chadh gayi, nighty upar kar ke meri jaangh pe baith gayi. Mera lund subah subah hi tight hone laga tha.

"Saba: Soch jaanu… Ayesha yahan rahegi hamare saath. Raat ko wo guest room mein soyegi… ya shayad hamare bed ke paas. Tu usey dekhega roz – wo tight kapde pehan ke, short tops, leggings mein uski choti si gaand hilate hue. Aur tu jaantega ki wo gaon mein Pramod uncle ke neeche kitni gandi ho chuki hai… uski tight chut mein uncle ka mota lund ghusta hai roz… wo uncle ke gande jism ko chaat ti hai jaise kutiya ho."

Ye bolte bolte usne mera lund pant ke upar se dabaya. Mera shareer kaanp gaya – shock mein tha lekin neeche se josh ubal raha tha.

"Saba: Imagine kar… raat ko wo so rahi hogi, aur tu uske kamre ke bahar khada hoga… darwaza thoda khula, aur andar wo phone pe video dekh rahi hogi uncle ka… haath apni chut mein daal ke ungli kar rahi hogi… siskariya le rahi hogi “Uncle… aur zor se…” aur tu bahar khada lund pakad ke dekh raha hoga apni choti behen ko."

Main saans tez le raha tha, lund pant mein poora tight ho gaya tha. Maine usey pakadne ki koshish ki lekin wo hans ke uth gayi,

"Saba: Abhi nahi jaanu… office jaao. Din bhar sochta rehna apni masoom si Ayesha ke baare mein. Shaam ko woh yahan hogi… gori, natkhat, tight body wali teri randi bahan… aur tu jaantega uske andar kitni badi randi chhupi hai."

Phir usne mujhe ek jordaar kiss diya – geeli, lambi, jaise mark kar rahi ho. Main pagal sa ho gaya, lekin wo hans ke kitchen mein chali gayi.

Main kapde pehan ke office nikal gaya, lekin poore din dimag kahin aur tha.

Office pahuncha toh chair pe baitha aur bas sochne laga. Pehle Ramu kaka ka scene yaad aaya – wo ganda buddha meri sexy wife ke muh mein dhakke maar raha tha, chehre pe thook raha tha… aur main dekh ke excite ho raha tha.

Phir Ayesha ke videos – wo pehla photo jisme uska muh mein mota lund tha… phir video mein Pramod uncle uski chut maar rahe the… uski siskiyan… "Uncle… dheere…" phir body chatne wala – wo uncle ke paseene wale pet ko, daadi ko chaat rahi thi.

Sochta gaya aur dimag aur neeche girta gaya.

Kabhi sochta – ye galat hai, Ayesha meri choti behen hai, masoom hai… use bacha na chahiye.

Lekin phir dimag khud hi ganda picture bana deta – Ayesha yahan ghar pe, raat ko wo naha ke aaye, towel mein… towel gir jaye galti se… uski choti chuchi, tight chut dikhe… aur main dekh lun.

Ya raat ko wo hamare bedroom ke paas se guzre, darwaza khula ho… Saba aur main sex kar rahe hon, aur wo chhup ke dekh le.

Aur sabse ganda khayal – kya pata Ayesha ko bhi ye fantasy pasand aa jaye? Wo khud Saba se baat kare… aur dono milkar mujhe tadpayein?

Lunch time mein bathroom mein gaya… lund haath mein liya aur bas Ayesha ka naam leke muth maar li. Jhadte waqt dimag mein uncle ka lund uski chut mein ghusta dikha… aur main chillaya dheere se "Ayesha…"

Shaam hone mein abhi time tha, lekin dil bechain tha. Ayesha aa rahi thi… live. Ab kya hoga? Main ruk paunga ya aur neeche gir jaunga?

Shaam ko office se jaldi nikal aaya. Dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi – train station ja raha tha apni choti behen ko lene, jaise har baar karta tha. Lekin is baar sab alag tha. Dimag mein wo videos ghum rahe the, aur neeche lund kabhi kabhi tight ho jaata tha.

Station pahuncha toh train time pe aayi. Platform pe khada wait kar raha tha, logon ki bheed mein nazrein gate pe gadhi hui thi. Phir woh dikhi – Ayesha. Kurti aur leggings mein… yaar kya lag rahi thi!

White kurti thodi tight, uske chote chote boobs ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, nipples ka halka ubhar bhi. Kurti thighs tak thi, neeche black leggings mein uski slim tangen aur choti si gol gaand perfectly outline ho rahi thi. Baal khule hue,, chehre pe wo hi masoom smile. Bag kandhe pe, aur mujhe door se dekhte hi usne haath hilaya aur daud ke aayi.

Wo mere seene mein aa ke lag gayi – choti bacchi ki tarah tightly hug kiya, sar mere chest pe rakh ke boli,

"Ayesha: Bhaiya! Kitne din ho gaye… miss kiya bahut aapko!"

Uske soft boobs mere seene pe dab rahe the, uski garam saansein mere gale pe lag rahi thi. Bahar se maine usey tightly hug kiya, sar pe kiss kiya aur bola,

"Asad: Arre meri pyari behen… tu bhi na, ab badi ho gayi hai phir bhi choti bacchi ki tarah karti hai."

Lekin andar… andar mera dimag kuch aur hi bol raha tha.

*Saali… kitna mota lund leti hai tu… Pramod uncle ka wo kaala mota lund teri is tight chut mein ghusta hoga… tu chillati hogi “Uncle aur zor se”… aur ab mere seene pe chipak ke masoom ban rahi hai…*

Maine jaldi se hug tod diya, kyuki lund pant mein hilne laga tha. Usne bag mujhe diya aur baangh pakad ke station se bahar chalne lagi,

Car mein baith gaye. Gaon ki baatein shuru ho gayi – ammi kaise hain, kheton ka kya haal, college ki friends. Wo has has ke bata rahi thi, natkhat andaaz mein.

"Ayesha: Bhaiya, gaon mein bore ho jaati hoon ab. Yahan Delhi mein shopping karungi, naye kapde lungi… tight wale!"

Wo hans ke boli, aur main muskuraya bahar se,

"Asad: Haan haan, jo chahe le lena. Bhabhi bhi saath jayegi tere saath."

Lekin andar ka janwar jaag chuka tha.

*Tight wale kapde? Saali abhi jo pehni hai wo hi kitne tight hain… leggings mein teri gaand hil rahi hai har turn pe… Pramod uncle is gaand ko pakad ke peeche se thokte honge… tu ghodi ban ke gaand uthati hogi… *

Maine steering tightly pakda, nazrein road pe rakhi lekin side se usey dekhta raha. Uski kurti mein se bra ka strap dikhai de raha tha, uski jaanghein cross ki hui thi, leggings stretch ho rahi thi.

Dimag mein flash aa raha tha – wo video jisme wo uncle ke jism ko chaat rahi thi… uski jeebh uncle ke pet pe… ab wo mere paas baithi has rahi thi.


Maine khud ko roka. Bahar se normal baat kar raha tha,

"Asad: Thak gayi hogi train mein? Ghar pahunch ke rest kar lena."

Lekin andar ladai chal rahi thi.

*Band kar Asad… wo teri choti behen hai… masoom hai… wo videos shayad galat samajh hai… tu aisa kyun soch raha hai?*

Phir andar ka janwar phir bol pada:
*Masoom? Wo uncle ke pair choos rahi thi video mein… uski jeebh daadi pe… tu jaanta hai wo kitni badi randi ban chuki hai… ab yahan tere ghar mein rahegi… tere saamne ghumegi… aur tu dekh ke lund tight karega roz…*

Car ghar ke paas pahunch gayi. Saba ne darwaza khola, Ayesha ko tightly hug kiya. Dono hasne lagi, baatein karne lagi.

Main bag andar le ja raha tha, lekin nazrein Ayesha ki gaand pe thi jo leggings mein hil rahi thi.

Andar ka janwar chillaya: *ye bahut badi raand hai*

Lekin maine khud ko samjhaaya: *Nahi… control kar. Wo teri behen hai.*

Ab ghar mein teen log… aur mera dimag poora jungle ban chuka tha.

Ghar pahunch ke Ayesha fresh hui, nayi pink kurti aur white leggings pehan ke bahar aayi. Baal geele the, khule hue, chehre pe wo masoom si freshness. Saba ne dinner banaya – simple roti sabzi, lekin table pe teeno baithe toh mahol alag tha.

Main apni plate mein khana daal raha tha, lekin nazrein chori chori Ayesha pe thi. Wo baat kar rahi thi gaon ki, college ki, has has ke, spoon muh mein daal rahi thi… uske hoth geele ho rahe the har bite pe. Kurti ka neck thoda deep tha, jhukte hi uski choti si cleavage dikhai de rahi thi.

Andar ka janwar phir bol pada:
*Dekh saali… wo muh jo spoon choos rahi hai, wo hi muh Pramod uncle ka mota lund choosta hai… laar tapakti hogi jab wo gale tak leti hogi… ab yahan mere saamne masoom ban rahi hai.*

Maine nazrein neeche ki, lekin Saba ne notice kar liya. Wo mere opposite baithi thi, Ayesha ke bagal mein. Ek baar usne dheere se apni jeebh nikaal ke hoth chaate, phir ungli se apne hoth pe gol gol ghumaya – jaise blowjob ka ishara ho. Meri taraf dekha aur kutil muskan di.

Phir usne paani ka glass uthaya, dheere dheere piya aur glass neeche rakhte hue ungli se glass ke rim pe gol gol ferne lagi – bilkul lund ke supare pe jeebh ghumane jaisa. Meri aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Mera lund table ke neeche tight ho gaya. Maine plate mein dekha, khana chabane laga lekin swaad nahi aa raha tha.

Ayesha ka dhyan in sab par nhi tha, wo khush thi bhai bhabhi ke saath baith ke.

Dinner khatam hua toh Saba ne bola,

"Saba: Asad, kitchen mein help kar do na… bartaan dho denge saath mein."

Main utha, kitchen mein chala gaya. Saba peeche peeche aayi, darwaza thoda sa band kiya – poora nahi, kyuki Ayesha hall mein thi.

Wo mere peeche aayi, peeche se chipak gayi. Uske boobs mere peeth pe dab rahe the, uska haath aage se meri pant pe chala gaya – lund ko dheere se dabaya.

Phir mere kaan mein phusphusate hue boli,

"Saba: Kitna chori chori dekh raha tha apni choti behen ko… uske boobs, uski gaand… bol na jaanu, kya soch raha tha?"

Main bartaan sink mein rakh raha tha, lekin shareer akad gaya.

"Asad: Saba… bas kar… wo meri behen hai."

Saba hans ke mere kaan mein aur paas aayi, uski saansein garam lag rahi thi. Usne mujhe ghumaya, wall se chipka diya aur zor se kiss karne lagi Jeebh andar daal ke mere muh ko chus rahi thi.

Kiss tod ke wo dheere se phusphusayi,

"Saba: Behen hai… lekin kitni hot hai na teri Ayesha… wo leggings mein gaand hilate hue ja rahi thi… tu soch raha tha na ki Pramod uncle us gaand ko pakad ke peeche se kitna zor se thokte honge… uski choti si chut phaad dete honge mote lund se… wo chillati hogi “Uncle aur andar” aur tu yahan khada lund tight kar raha hai."

Usne mera lund pant ke upar se zor se dabaya. Mera muh se halki si siski nikal gayi.

"Saba: Soch… raat ko wo guest room mein soyegi… darwaza band nahi karegi poora… tu chhup ke dekh sakta hai… uski nighty upar chadhi hogi… uski gori jaanghein faili hongi… aur wo uncle ko yaad kar ke apni tight chut mein ungli daal rahi hogi… dheere dheere “Ahh uncle…” aur tu bahar khada muth maar lega apni behen ke naam pe."

Main usey dhakka dene ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin shareer saath nahi de raha tha. Lund uske haath mein poora tight.

"Saba: Ya phir… main usey bata dun sab? Ki tera ye fantasy hai… wo has ke tujhe tease karegi… tere saamne jhuk ke cleavage dikhaayegi… tere bed pe baith ke jaanghein cross karegi… aur tu kuch nahi kar paayega kyuki wo teri choti behen hai… kitna mazaa aayega na tujhe tadpte hue?"

Wo phir kiss karne lagi, saath hi mera lund pant ke upar se hilane lagi – tez tez.

Main control khone laga, lekin hall se Ayesha ki awaaz aayi,

"Ayesha: Bhabhi… dessert hai kya?"

Saba hans ke peeche hati, muskurate hue boli,

"Saba: Aa rahi hoon beta…"

Phir mujhe dekha, ungli se mere hoth pochhe aur phusphusayi,

"Saba: Ab jaa… hall mein baith apni behen ke paas. Usey dekh… aur andar hi andar jal. Raat abhi baaki hai jaanu."

Main kitchen se bahar aaya, hall mein baitha. Ayesha sofa pe baithi thi, phone pe kuch dekh rahi thi, paanv sofa pe chadhaye hue – leggings stretch ho rahi thi uski jaanghon pe.

Mera dimag poora ganda ho chuka tha… control karna mushkil ho raha tha.



Aayesha

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[Rohini42]

Doston, dinner ke baad hall mein teeno baithe the. TV pe koi old movie chal rahi thi, awaaz halki halki. Ayesha sofa ke ek corner pe baithi thi, paanv sofa pe hi chadhaye hue, knees kandhe tak uthaye hue. Uski white leggings stretch ho rahi thi jaanghon pe, har saans ke saath uski choti si gaand thodi hil rahi thi. Pink kurti uske boobs pe perfectly fit thi, bra ka faint outline dikh raha tha light mein.

Wo phone pe kuch dekh rahi thi, kabhi kabhi has deti thi, baal kaan ke peeche karti thi. Uske geele baal ab sukhe hue the, halki si khushboo aa rahi thi –

Saba mere bagal mein baithi thi, uska haath meri jaangh pe tha, dheere dheere ungliyan ghuma rahi thi. Wo Ayesha se baat kar rahi thi,

"Saba: Ayesha , gaon mein koi special friend hai kya? College mein ladke line maarte honge itni pyari ladki pe?"

Ayesha sharma ke has di, chehra laal ho gaya, nazrein neeche kar ke boli,

"Ayesha: Nahi bhabhi… padhai mein busy rehti hoon. Koi nahi hai aisa."

Usne paanv neeche kiye, kurti theek ki, lekin jhukte hue uski kurti ka neck thoda neeche gaya – choti si cleavage dikhi ek second ke liye. Meri nazrein wahi atak gayi.

Andar ka janwar bol pada:
*Dekh saali… wo cleavage jo abhi dikhi, Pramod uncle roz dekhte honge… uske chote boobs ko muh mein lete honge… nipples ko daanton se kaat te honge jab tak wo ro na de… aur tu yahan baitha lund tight kar raha hai apni sagi behen ko dekh ke.*

Maine nazrein hata li, lekin der ho chuki thi. Saba ne notice kar liya. Usne dheere se meri jaangh pe ungli se gol gol ghumaya, phir upar pant ke upar se lund pe haath rakha – halka sa dabaya. Meri saans ruk gayi.

Phir wo kitchen mein bartaan rakhne ke bahane uthi aur mujhe ishara kiya – aankh maari. Main thodi der baad utha, kitchen mein chala gaya.

Kitchen mein light dim thi, Saba sink ke paas khadi thi, bartaan dho rahi thi. Maine andar aate hi darwaza thoda sa band kiya – poora nahi, kyuki hall se awaaz aa sakti thi.

Saba mud ke mere paas aayi, peeche se chipak gayi. Uske boobs mere peeth pe dab rahe the, uski garam saansein mere gale pe mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne mere kaan mein dheere se phusphusa,

"Saba: Kitna chori chori dekh raha tha apni choti behen ko… uski jaanghein, uski cleavage… bol na jaanu, kya kya soch raha tha? Ki Pramod uncle uski is gori skin ko kitna paseena se geela karte honge? Uske chote boobs ko kitna zor se dabate honge jab tak nishaan na pad jaye?"

Usne mera haath peeche le ja ke apni nighty ke andar daala – uski panty geeli thi bahut. Ungliyan uski chut pe ragadne lagi khud hi.

"Saba: Feel kar… sirf tere dekhne se kitni geeli ho gayi hoon main. Soch… Ayesha ki chut bhi aisi hi geeli hoti hogi uncle ke lund ko lete waqt… wo tight si, gori chut… uncle ka mota kaala lund dheere dheere andar ghusta hoga… wo siskiya bharti hogi “Uncle… dard ho raha hai… lekin mat rukna…” aur tu yahan kitchen mein khada meri chut mein ungli daal raha hai uske naam pe."

Mera lund pant mein poora sakht ho chuka tha. Maine usey ghumaya, wall se chipka diya aur zor se kiss karne laga. Uske hoth naram the, jeebh andar daal ke uska muh ko chusne laga. Usne mere baal khinche, kiss tod ke phir kaan mein phusphusayi,

"Saba: Raat ko wo guest room mein soyegi… darwaza poora band nahi karegi shayad… train ki thakan hogi, jaldi so jayegi… nighty pehan ke, wo choti si… upar chadhi hogi… uski gori jaanghein dikhegi… chut ka shape panty mein… aur wo sapne mein uncle ko yaad kar ke apni chut mein ungli daal legi… dheere dheere… “Ahh uncle…” ki awaaz aayegi halki si… aur tu bahar khada dekh raha hoga… lund haath mein liye… apni sagi behen ko muth marte hue dekh ke jhad jayega."

Ye bolte bolte usne meri pant ki zip khol di, lund bahar nikala aur dheere dheere hilane lagi – tez tez nahi, slow, jaise tadpa rahi ho.

"Saba: Bol… dekhna chahta hai na tu usey? Apni masoom si Ayesha ko uncle ke naam pe chut mein ungli karte hue? Ya phir andar jaake usey hug kar ke so jana chahta hai… uske soft boobs tere seene pe… aur subah uth ke uski chut mein lund daalna chahta hai?"

Main uske muh pe haath rakh diya kyuki meri saans tez ho rahi thi, aahe nikal raha tha. Hall se Ayesha ki awaaz aayi – wo gaana gunguna rahi thi halke se.

Saba hans ke peeche hati, mera lund wapas pant mein daala aur zip band ki.

"Saba: Ab jaa hall mein… uske paas baith. Ussey baat kar… uski khushboo soongh… aur andar hi andar jal. Raat lambi hai jaanu… abhi toh shuruaat hai."

Main kitchen se bahar aaya, hall mein baitha. Ayesha ab leti hui thi sofa pe, sir cushion pe, paanv failaye hue. Uski leggings mein uski jaanghein chamak rahi thi light mein. Wo mujhe dekha aur muskurayi,

"Ayesha: Bhaiya… aap bhi late tak jaagte ho kya Delhi mein?"

Main muskuraya bahar se, lekin andar janwar chillaya:
*Haan saali… aaj raat jaagunga… tujhe dekhne ke liye.*

raat ke gyarah baj chuke the. Ayesha guest room mein so chuki thi – usne good night bol ke darwaza band kiya tha, lekin poora lock nahi kiya, halka sa khula reh gaya tha jaise thakan mein bhool gayi ho. Hall ki lights band kar ke hum apne bedroom mein aa gaye the. Main bed pe baitha tha, phone haath mein liya hua tha lekin kuch dekh nahi raha tha – dimag mein bas Ayesha ka chehra, uski awaaz, uski khushboo ghum rahi thi.

Saba bathroom se naha ke aayi. Wo sirf ek black silk nighty pehni hui thi, wo bhi bilkul short – thighs ke upar tak, andar bra-panty nahi thi kyuki nipples ubhar ke saaf dikh rahe the aur neeche se uski chut ka faint shape bhi. Baal geele the, paseena nahi lekin fresh soap ki khushboo poore kamre mein fail gayi. Wo mere paas aayi, bed pe chadh gayi aur mere gale mein bahein daal ke chipak gayi.

Usne mere kaan mein dheere se phusphusa,

"Saba: Jaanu… kitna bechain hai tu aaj… poore dinner pe teri nazrein Ayesha pe thi. Uske boobs dekh raha tha jab wo jhuk rahi thi… uski gaand dekh raha tha jab wo kitchen mein glass lene gayi… bol na, kya kya gande khayal aa rahe the tere dimag mein apni choti behen ke liye?"

Main chup raha, lekin mera lund already tight hone laga tha. Saba ne mere upar chadh ke baith gayi, uski geeli chut meri pant pe ragad rahi thi dheere dheere.

"Saba: Soch… wo ab guest room mein so rahi hai… nighty upar chadhi hogi… uski gori jaanghein faili hongi… panty mein uski tight chut… aur wo sapne mein Pramod uncle ko yaad kar rahi hogi… uncle ka mota lund uski chut mein ghusta feel kar rahi hogi… halki si awaaze kar rahi hogi “Ahh uncle…” aur tu yahan baitha lund pakad ke soch raha hai."

Usne mera shirt upar kiya, chest pe kiss karne lagi – dheere dheere, jeebh se chaat te hue neeche jaate hue. Phir achanak wo bed se uthi, drawer khola aur ek choti si pink panty nikali – bilkul soft cotton wali, thodi si geeli spots ke saath.

Wo mere paas aayi, kutil muskan ke saath panty ko muh ke paas laayi aur phenk di mere muh par.

"Saba: Le… sungh le apni pyari bahan ki gandh… ye uski panty hai jo train mein pehni thi… maine uske bag se nikaali hai. Ab soongh… feel kar kitni masoom aur kitni gandi hai teri Ayesha."

Main pehle hairan reh gaya – ek second ke liye Saba ko dekha, phir panty ko. Pink cotton, thodi si lace border, crotch area mein halka sa geelapan aur ek alag si khushboo – young girl ki body smell, paseena, aur thodi si chut ki masti.

Mera dimag blank ho gaya. Maine panty muh pe lagayi aur zor se soongha… yaar wo khushboo… fresh, thodi salty, aur neeche se ek garam si feeling. Andar ka janwar poora jaag gaya.

Main paglon ki tarah panty muh pe ragadne laga, jeebh nikaal ke crotch area chaatne laga – taste salty aur ganda, lekin josh mein pagal ho raha tha.

Maine pehli baar zor se bola, awaaz mein gussa aur excitement mix tha,

"Asad: Saali… randi… meri choti behen kitni badi kutiya ban gayi hai… Pramod uncle ka lund leti hai aur masoom ban ke mere ghar mein ghoom rahi hai… kutiya… harami… uski chut phaad doonga…"

Saba bed pe baithi dekh rahi thi, uski aankhon mein kutil muskan thi, wo hans rahi thi dheere dheere.

"Saba: Haan jaanu… bol aur… gaaliyan nikaal apni behen ko… wo saali teri sagi behen hai aur uncle ki randi ban gayi hai… ab tu uski panty chaat raha hai… kitna neeche gir gaya hai tu."

Main panty muh mein daal ke chaat raha tha, dusre haath se apna lund pant se bahar nikaal ke hila raha tha.

Saba ne nighty upar ki aur utaar di – bilkul nangi ho gayi. Usne apni tangen faila ke chut dikhaayi – geeli chamak rahi thi, clit ubhari hui.

"Saba: Aa jaanu… ab meri chut chaat… lekin soch ke teri Ayesha ki chut chaat raha hai… wo tight si, gori chut jo uncle ka mota lund le leti hai."

Main bed pe ghutno ke bal uske paas gaya, panty abhi bhi haath mein, aur uski chut pe muh laga diya. Jeebh se chaatne laga – zor zor se, clit ko muh mein leke choosne laga. Taste salty aur garam, uski chut se paani nikal raha tha.

Saba siski le rahi thi, mere baal pakad ke muh ko aur andar dabati hui,

"Saba: Ahh… haan… bhaiya… chaat na meri chut… ahh uncle nahi… bhaiya… teri Ayesha ki chut chaat raha hai tu… ahh… zor se… jeebh andar daal…"

Wo roleplay shuru kar diya – Ayesha ki awaaz mein bolne lagi, natkhat aur masoom si,

"Saba (Ayesha ban ke): Bhaiya… ye galat hai… main teri choti behen hoon… ahh… lekin mat rukna… teri jeebh kitni garam hai… uncle se bhi achha chaat raha hai tu… ahh… bhaiya phaad do meri chut apni jeebh se…"

Main pagal ho gaya. Maine uski tangen kandhe pe rakh ke chut mein jeebh poori andar daal di, zor zor se chaatne laga. Uske paani mere muh mein aa rahe the.

Phir main utha, usey ghodi banaya aur peeche se lund uski chut mein ghusa diya – ek hi dhakke mein poora andar. Thap thap thap!

"Asad: Saali Ayesha… kutiya… le mera lund… uncle se bada hai na… teri tight chut phaad raha hoon… randi… behen ki chut mein bhai ka lund… chillaa kutiya!"

Saba ghodi ban ke gaand peeche kar rahi thi, moan kar rahi thi Ayesha ki awaaz mein,

"Saba (Ayesha): Ahh bhaiya… mota hai tera… uncle se bhi zyada… phaad do meri chut… ahh… main teri randi behen hoon… roz chodna mujhe… uncle ke saath bhi bhejna… ahh zor se!"

Main uske baal pakad ke peeche khinche, gaand pe zor zor se thappad maare – laal ho gayi uski gaand. Position badli – usey neeche litaya, tangen kandhe pe rakh ke missionary mein ghusa diya, zor zor se dhakke maarne laga.

Uske boobs uchhal rahe the, main unko daba raha tha, nipples maar raha tha.

"Saba (Ayesha): Bhaiya… mera muh bhar do… uncle ki tarah… ahh… teri behen ki chut mein jhad ja…"

Bas itna sunte hi mera control gaya. Maine zor ka dhakka maara aur saara maal uski chut mein chod diya – itna ki bahar tapakne laga. Saba bhi kaanp gayi, uski chut ne mera lund jakad liya, wo bhi jhad gayi zor se chillate hue "Ahh bhaiya…!"

Dono paseene se bheeg ke let gaye. Wo mere seene pe sar rakh ke hans rahi thi,

"Saba: Ab samajh aaya jaanu… tu kitna bhen ka deewana ho gaya hai… kal aur mazaa aayega."

Main chup raha… sharam feel kar raha tha.

Agle din office mein kaam ka bojh tha, meeting ke baad meeting… shaam ke 7 baj chuke the jab main ghar pahuncha. Gate khola toh andar se halki si awaazein aa rahi thi – jaise koi TV chal raha ho lekin volume low. Main bag kandhe pe latkaya hua andar ghusa aur sann reh gaya.

Saba gate ke paas hi khadi thi, lekin uski halat dekh ke mera dil zor se dhak kiya. Uske baal poore bikhre hue the – jaise kisi ne zor zor se khinche hon. Hoth laal aur sooje hue, jaise kisi ne kaate hon ya zor se choose hon. Gaal pe halke halke laal nishaan – thappad ke, gardan pe laal laal kaatne ke daant ke nishaan, jaise kisi janwar ne nocha ho. Kurti shoulder se thodi phati hui thi, collar side se, aur poore shareer se ek gandi si smell aa rahi thi – paseena, lund ka mail, aur kuch chipchipa sa.

Main hairani se ruk gaya, bag neeche rakh ke poocha,

"Asad: Saba… ye sab kya hai? Kisne kiya ye tere saath? Koi ghus aaya tha kya ghar mein?"

Saba ne sirf kutil muskan di – aankhon mein wo hi teasing wali chamak thi. Wo mere paas aayi, bina kuch bole mere hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye. Kiss wild thi – uski jeebh seedha mere muh mein ghus gayi, zor se chusne lagi. Taste… yaar bahut ganda tha – salty, chipchipa, lund ke mail ka, aur thoda sa thook mix. Mera dimag ghum gaya, lekin lund pant mein hil gaya.

Kiss tod ke wo mere kaan mein dheere se phusphusayi,

"Saba: Ramu kaka… aaj dopahar mein aaya tha doodh dene… lekin sirf doodh nahi diya jaanu."

Ye sunte hi mere shareer mein current daud gaya. Shock, gussa, aur saath hi wo ganda josh.

Saba ne mera haath pakda aur andar le gayi – seedha guest room ki taraf. Darwaza khula tha, andar dim light jal rahi thi. Maine andar jhanka aur… pagal ho gaya.

Bed pe Ayesha so rahi thi – meri pyari choti behen. Choti si pink nighty pehni hui, wo bhi upar chadhi hui thighs tak. Uska ek chota sa doodh nighty se bahar nikal aaya tha – nipple khada aur laal, jaise kisi ne zor se choosa ho ya maroda ho. Shareer pe laal laal nishaan – gaal pe thappad ke, boobs pe daant ke, jaanghon pe ungliyon ke. Jaise kisi ne usey bahut buri tarah se nocha ho, choda ho janwar ki tarah.

Wo gehri neend mein thi, saansein tez, chehra laal, hoth sooje hue. Chut ki taraf se nighty geeli thi, paani tapak raha tha bed sheet pe.

Main wahi khada reh gaya, lekin haath khud hi pant pe chala gaya – lund masalne laga dheere dheere. Shock mein tha, lekin josh high.

Saba peeche se chipak gayi, mere kaan mein phusphusayi,

"Saba: Jaa jaanu… apni bahan ko gandh le lo… wo gehri neend mein hai… bahut chudi hai aaj, thak ke behosh si ho gayi hai… uthegi nahi abhi. Paas jaa… uski khushboo soongh… uski chut taste kar."

Main mana karne laga, awaaz mein dar aur sharam tha,

"Asad: Nahi Saba… ye galat hai… wo meri behen hai…"

Lekin Saba ne mera haath pakad ke andar le gayi, bed ke paas khada kiya aur dhakka diya dheere se.

"Saba: Jaa… sirf gandh le… kuch nahi hoga."

Main dheere se neeche jhuka. Ayesha ke chehre ke paas muh laaya – uski saansein garam lag rahi thi, muh se halki si gandi smell – virya ki. Phir neeche… uska nanga doodh… chota sa, gora, nipple laal aur khada. Maine muh paas kiya aur dheere se choosa – uff kya ehsaas tha… soft, garam, aur taste mein thoda sa paseena. Mera lund pant mein poora tight ho gaya.

Phir aur neeche… nighty upar ki dheere se. Uski chut… bilkul geeli, laal, sooji hui. Paani tapak raha tha. Maine muh paas kiya aur dheere se chaata – taste ganda tha chipchipa, Ramu kaka ke mail ka mix, lekin josh mein pagal ho raha tha. Jeebh se chut ke lips alag kiye aur andar taste kiya… Ayesha neend mein halki si siski bhari, lekin uthi nahi.

Kuch der chaata – 2-3 minute, zor zor se nahi, dheere dheere, jaise darte hue.

Phir mujhse bardasht nahi hua. Maine Saba ka haath pakda, usey bahar khinch ke le gaya apne bedroom mein. Darwaza band kiya aur usey bed pe phenka.

Main uski nighty faad ke utar phenka, usey ghodi bana diya aur peeche se lund ghusa diya – ek hi dhakke mein poora andar, kyuki wo already geeli thi bahut.

Thap thap thap! Zor zor se dhakke marne laga, uske baal pakad ke peeche khinche, gaand pe zor zor se thappad maare.

"Asad: Saali kutiya… Ramu kaka ne tere saath kya kiya? Bol… us gande budhhe ne teri chut phaadi? Meri behen ko bhi choda usne? Bol randi!"

Saba ghodi ban ke gaand peeche kar rahi thi, awaaze kar rahi thi zor zor se,

"Saba: Ahh… haan jaanu… Ramu kaka ne hum dono ko choda… pehle mujhe kitchen mein pakda… faad di kurti… muh mein lund daal ke muh chod diya… thappad maare… kaata gardan pe… phir guest room mein Ayesha ko uthaya… uski nighty upar ki… uske chote boobs nocha… chut mein mota lund ghusa diya… wo ro rahi thi pehle… phir maze lene lagi… “Uncle zor se” bolne lagi… ahh… usne hum dono ko saath saath choda… ek ke baad dusri… saara maal humari chut mein chod diya…"

Main aur wild ho gaya – uski gaand pe thappad pe thappad, baal khinch ke,

"Asad: Kutiya… meri behen ko us gande budhhe se chodwaya tune? Uski tight chut mein uska kaala lund? Saali… ab le mera… tujhe aur teri nanad ko roz chodunga… dono randiyon ko saath mein!"

Phir maine usey neeche litaya, tangen kandhe pe rakh ke missionary mein ghusa diya. Zor zor se dhakke, uske boobs daba raha tha, nipples maar raha tha daanton se.

"Saba: Ahh… haan chod… teri behen ki chut ki yaad mein chod mujhe… wo ro rahi thi jab uncle ne pehli baar gaand mein daala… lekin phir maze lene lagi… ahh… uski gehri neend mein tu chaat raha tha uski chut… uska paani pi raha tha… ab meri chut mein jhad ja… teri behen ke naam pe!"

Main uske muh mein jeebh daal ke kiss kar raha tha, dhakke tez tez maarne laga. Uske nishaan – thappad ke, kaatne ke – ko chaat raha tha.

Phir doggy mein wapas chodne laga, uski gaand ke ched pe ungli daal ke,

"Asad: Kal uski gaand maarunga… meri behen ki… tu saath mein dekhna… dono ki gaand phaadoonga!"

Saba chillayi, "Ahh haan… kar na… teri behen ki gaand phaad… wo roye gi… lekin maze legi!"

Last mein main akad gaya – zor zor se 10-15 dhakke maare aur saara maal uski chut mein chod diya, itna ki bahar tapakne laga. Saba bhi kaanp gayi, uski chut ne mera lund jakad liya, wo bhi jhad gayi zor se.

Dono paseene se bheeg ke let gaye. Wo mere seene pe sar rakh ke hans rahi thi,

"Saba: Ab mazaa aa raha hai na jaanu… teri fantasy ab poori tarah real ho gayi hai."

Main chup raha… lekin andar se jaanta tha ki ab rukna mushkil tha.

Nice story vilen ek rakho ramu ya Pramod