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Main Damini hoon..jee han of course Damini naam hai to ye batane ki jaroorat nahin ke main ek stri hi hoon..han ye aur baat hai ke abhi ek kamasin ladki hoon...ek sexy aurat hoon ..ya phir jawani ki seedhiyon se utarti ek adhed aurat ... khair jo bhi hoon ..abhi
main ek maldar , jandar aur imaandar aurat hoon..ha! ha! han imaandar ..mera imaan hai meri choot aur mera dharm hai meri khoobsoorti ..in donon ka ham ne apni zindagi mein badi imaandari se istemaal kiya ..jee han badi imaandari se..aur zindagi ke is mukam pe aa pahuchi hoon...to main imaandar hoon na ?
Aaj mere pas bada bank balance hai ..bangla hai ,latest models ki car hai ..naukar hain aur han yaad aaya ek pati bhi hai..... jiski jaroorat mujhe uske louDe ke liye nahin ..bilkul nahin ..meri jindagi mein mujhe louDe ki kabhi kami nahin hui ..bachpan se aaj tak .... han to pati ki jaroorat sirf dikhaave ke liye hai ....kitni sahoooliyat hai ..ek chote se lund ka thappa choot mein lagte hi aur maathe pe sindoor ki chutki lagte hi kitne saare lounDo ko andar lene ka license mil jata hai ..koi ungli nahin utha sakta ....main theek bol rahi hoon na ..?
Actually bachpan se hi mere ghar ka mahaul kuch aisa tha ke meree choot mein halchal machi rehti thee .. louDe ki hamesha pyaasi.....aur isi pyaas ..isi chah ka bakhubi istemaal kiya maine ...aur aaj is mukam par hoon.
To chalein phir meri kahani ki shuruaat karein ..shuru se ..yane jahan se meri zindagi shuru hoti hai ...MERE GHAR SE ....
To chalein mere ghar ki or...han wo ghar jahan se meri kahani ki shuruaat hui...jahan se aaj ki Damini ki paidaaish hui...
Mere Papa Abhay Mathur , ek private firm mein achhi khasi marketing ki job thee ...jis samay ki baat main kar rahi hoon ..umra thee unki 43 varsh ...hamesha tour par rehte ..bahot handsome ...rang gehuan...5'10" height aur gaTHila badan..college mein Badminton Champion ..abhi bhi ladkiyan unhein ghoorati .. jahir hai main bhi...
Par Papa ko meri MAMMI ne aisa jakad rakha tha apni choot mein ,unka lauDa kahin aur bhatakta hi nahin ...
Nam tha meri MAMMI ka Kamini ...aur thee bhi kamini.. unhone apne sharir ko achhi tarah sambhala tha ...poore ka poora 5'6" ki lambi qad ko unhone sahi jageh pe sahi ubhar se sanwar rakha tha ...rang gora ..... sex ki gulabi khushbu unke charon or hamesha chaayi rehti ...Papa ko madmast rakhne ke liye kaphi ...aur sirf Papa hi nahin shayad mere bhaiyaa bhi madamast the ....par unhein abhi tak madmast rehne se aage ki seedhi chadhne ki safalta haseel nahin hui thee ... bechare Bhaiyaa ...
Papa ne MAMMI ko phansaya ya MAMMI ne Papa ko ..kehna jara mushkil tha ..par donon ek doosre ki jal mein phanse jaroor aur buri tarah ..Papa the Mathur aur MAMMI punjabi ... MAMMI ke pariwar wale razi nahi the shadi ke liye ..Papa ne MAMMI ko kar diya paar ...ek din MAMMI jo college ke liye ghar se niklin ...phir wapas ghar nahin gayin ..seedha Papa ke saath ghar basa liya ... han kaphi saalon baad unke parents ne unhein apnaya .
Ye kissa MAMMI bade fakra se kabhi kabhi hamein sunaati theen ... khas kar tab jab club se wapas aane par ek do peg unke gale ke neeche utar chuka hota tha ... aur hum sab khane ke table par batein karte ... aur Bhaiyaa unki taraf nazarein gadhaaye unki or ek tak dekhte rehte ...shayad MAMMI ko Bhaiyaa ka is tarah dekhna achha lagta ..aur Bhaiyaa ki nigahein aur do peg mil kar unhein apni jawani ke dinon ki or kheench leta...
Han mere Bhaiyaa bilkul mere Papa ke younger version ..par qad Papa se kuch jyada ..umra 20 varsh ...rang MAMMI ka ..aur gaTHila badan Papa ka...very deadly combination ...Papa ke baad meri list mein unhin ka number tha ..he ! he! he! ..... Engineering College mein Architecture ki paDhai kar rahe the ...unhein ghar ke nakshon se furasat milti to sirf MAMMI ke nayan naksh ghoorte ..nam tha Abhijit ..
Aur han main thee us samay sirf 18 saal ki ... jawani ki dehli par pehla kadam tha hamara .. Bhaiyaa Papa ke younger version the to main thee MAMMI ki photo copy ...woi roop , woi rang woi qad aur woi khushbu ..fark sirf itna ke in sab khoobiyon se main khud hi madmast rehti ..doobi rehti ek ajeeb nashe mein ...aur Papa ko yad kar apni choot ungliyon se sehlati mooth marti ..aur buri tarah kanpti hui jhad jati aur unki yad liye madhur sapne mein kho jati....
College mein ladke mere aage peeche ghoomte , par main kisi ko ghas nahin dalti ..mere upar to bas Papa ka bhoot sawar tha ...jab tak mere Bhagwan ko prasad nahin chadhta ..is par kisi aur ke haq hone ka sawal hi paida nahin hota...main theek bol rahee hoon na..??? ??