Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 24


Gajendra ne sach mein meri mom ke asli character ko barbaad kar diya hai, ab meri
mom bilkul alag aurat ban chuki hai.



Usne abhi abhi ek shikayat bhari siskari bhari thi, awaaz kaamp rahi thi jab woh bistar par leti hui thi, 
pink salwar kameez kamar tak upar dhakela hua, sabse nazdeeki hisse nange. “Nahi, Gajendra, wahan 
nahi… phir se meri gaand nahi. Bahut zyada hai, please,” woh minnat kar rahi thi, aankhein dar aur 
baqi khwahish ke milaap se phaili hui. 


Thappad itna sakht nahi tha ki chot lage, lekin kamre mein goonj gaya jaise hukm, uski zaitooni chamdi par
 halka laal nishaan chhod gaya. Woh saans roki, jism jhatke se hil gaya, lekin peeche hatne ke bajaye woh
 tham gayi, seena ubhar ubhar kar. Mujhe garam mehsoos hua— khoon mein aag si fail gayi, jhaang mein jama 
hoti hui jab maine khud ko aur zor se pakda. 

Kuchh nasha sa tha usko be-izzati se treat karte dekhna, jaise sadak se uthayi hui aam randi, na ki woh 
deendar _ Ammi jise main hamesha jaanta tha. 

Ammi: (tez saans lete hue, awaaz fisfisahat jab Gajendra uski chut mein dhakke maar raha tha shadi ke bistar 
par) Gajendra, please… meri chut ke andar mat jhadna. Bahut khatra hai— main haamla ho sakti hoon. Bahar
 nikaal, meri peeth par ya kahin… ahh… 

Gajendra: (us par muskurate hue, raftaar dheemi lekin rukta nahi) Oh, yeh khatra samajhti hai? Theek hai, 
Shahida, tu pavitra chhoti randi. Main teri tight gaand ke andar hi jhadunga. Is tarah koi baccha nahi— sirf 
mera beej teri gandi _ ched bhar dega. 

Ammi: (aankhein dar se phaili, dheere se use door dhakelne ki koshish) Nahi! Meri gaand nahi, Gajendra— 
please, minnat karti hoon. Pichhli baar tune wahan choda tha, woh khwab-e-khauf tha. Yaad hai? Main 
control nahi kar payi; tatti tere lund par aur chadar par tapak gayi. Itna ganda, itna sharmnaak… phir nahi 
chahti. Meri gaand iske liye nahi bani— please, rehem kar. 

Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste, kamar ko aur zor se pakad kar) Natak band kar, tu gandi chhinal. Tu deendar
 biwi banne ka dikhawa karti hai, roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, lekin yahan ***** padosi ke liye
 taangein faila rahi hai jab tera bechara shauhar agle kamre mein kharrate le raha hai. Tu sadak ki randi se 
behtar nahi, Shahida— ek minute lund maangti hai, doosre minute rone lagti hai. Mujhe pata hai pichhli baar
 tujhe pasand aaya tha; teri karahen bata rahi thi. Yeh nakli sharam band kar; yeh bekaar hai. Tu dhokebaaz
 kutiya hai jo be-izzati ki pyaasi hai, veil ke peeche chhup kar paak banne ka dawa karti hai. Lekin andar 
se tu sirf cum ki bhookhi awaara hai, hai na? Qabool kar— kisi ko nahi chhupa rahi, khas kar mujhe nahi. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, aankhon mein aansu) Lekin… lekin gandagi… main tujhe maila nahi karna chahti.
 Kam se kam condom use kar agar gaand hi maarni hai. Drawer mein hain— please, Gajendra. Tera lund meri
… meri tatti se dhaka nahi dekhna chahti. Yeh ghin aati hai; sab barbaad kar dega. 

Gajendra: (sir hilaate) Condom hota bhi to tere upar use nahi karta, tu gandi rani. Mujhe teri garam tatti 
mere lund par mehsoos karna pasand hai— woh mujhe natural lube ki tarah coat karti hai, slick aur mitti jaisi
 teri andar se. Pichhli baar jab mere shaft par woh bhuri lakeer dikhi, usne mujhe aur zor se chodne pe majboor
 kiya. Teri tatti teri hissa hai, Shahida— garam, musky, seedhe us shahi ched se. Woh mere lund ko aise garam 
karti hai jaise koi aur cheez nahi, jaise haram gale lagna. Kyon is intimacy ko chhupau? Yeh tujhe meri khaas
 randi banata hai— bistar ki rani, mere lund par tatti kar ke jaise yeh takht ho. Isko qubool kar; yeh condom se 
behtar hai. 

Ammi: (siskari, jism uske khilaaf twitch kar raha) Main darti hoon… agar bistar maila ho gaya to? Hussein agle
 kamre mein hai, nashe mein pada lekin ghar mein hi. Agar jaag gaya aur gandagi dekhi— daag, boo… sab khatam
 ho jayega. Please, soch le— hum yeh khatra nahi le sakte. 

Gajendra: (achanak bahar nikaal kar uske chehre par zor ka thappad, awaaz kamre mein goonji) Muh band kar, tu 
naashukra kutiya! (phir thappad, aur sakht, gaal par laal nishaan) Kaise himmat ki shikayat karne ki jaise bigdi hui 
chut? Tera shauhar bekaar beemaar hai, tu khud ne usko powder khila kar sula diya, aur tu chadar par thodi tatti
 se ghabra rahi hai? Tu munafiq randi hai, Shahida— shadi ke bistar par mujhse chud rahi hai, wahi jagah jahan 
tu wafadar banne ka natak karti hai. Ek shabd aur shikayat ka to poora mohalla jaan lega tu kitni chhinal hai. 
(phir ek thappad zor se, thodi zor se uska thodi pakad kar) Maafi maang, tu bekaar gaand ka tukda! 

Ammi: (dard aur shock se cheekh kar, phir jaldi muh daba liya, aansu beh rahe) Ahh! Aah, dard ho raha! Maaf 
karna, Gajendra— bahut maaf karna! Please, mujhe maaf kar… main shikayat nahi karna chahti thi. Tu sahi hai; 
main sirf bewakoof chhinal hoon. Phir mat thappad maarna… jo tu kahega woh karungi. Bas… dheere karna. Main 
is naashukri ki saza deserve karti hoon. Oh Khuda, mera gaal jal raha… lekin ab shikayat nahi. Main teri rani hoon,
 jaise tune kaha— mujhe use kar. 

Gajendra: (muskurate, thappad wali jagah ragadte) Achhi ladki. Ab shikayat band, warna teri gaand ko thappad 
marunga jab tak woh tere chehre jaisa laal na ho jaye. Pet ke bal let ja, Shahida— gaand ke tukde faila. Ab teri
 shahi ched bharne ka waqt. 

Ammi: (sar jhukate, pet ke bal let kar, chehra takiye mein daba) Theek hai… let gayi. Bas… shuru mein dheere.
 Ahh… 

Gajendra: (peeche baith kar, tukde faila kar) Yeh behtar hai. Dekh yeh chhota puckered ched— abhi bhi pichhli 
baar se jhapak raha. Bet abhi se mere liye dheela ho raha. (us par thook kar lube, phir dheere se sir andar) 
Mehsoos kar, chhinal? Mera lund teri tatti wali jannat mein ghus raha. 

Ammi: (takiye mein muffled karah, chadar pakad kar) Mmm… ohhh… fail raha hai mujhe… please, bahut tez 
mat… 

Gajendra: Der ho gayi— sab le le, tu gandi _ Ammi. Teri gaand vice ki tarah jakad rahi. Aur agar thodi
 tatti bahar aayi to? Main use teri peeth par malish kar dunga taaki yaad rahe tu kya hai. 

Us pal mujhe ehsaas hua main khud kitna gir chuka hoon, har maayne mein sada beta ban gaya. Yahan main 
apni Ammi ko thappad khate aur dabaye jaate dekh raha tha, aur rukne ke bajaye, uski izzat bachane ya kam
 se kam is khauf ko saamna karne ke bajaye, main khada tha garam hokar, haath jhaang ke beech tez tez
 chalate hue. 

Kaisa beta hai yeh? Woh ladka jo kabhi uske saath ghar ke kaam karta tha, masjid mein uske bagal mein ,,.,
 padhta tha, usko ghar ki taqat ka roop maanta tha— ab yeh jhaankne wala saya ban gaya, uski be-izzati se 
maza le raha. Sirf kaam nahi; yeh hamare ghar ke har usool ka dhoka tha, us imaan ka jo hum daawa karte the. 

Maine pehle uske gunah dekhe the, lekin ab main unka maza le raha tha, dimag us manzar ko apni lust ka indhan
 bana raha. Gunah mujhe kuchalna chahiye tha, lekin woh thrill ke saath mila kar zeher bana raha tha jo mujhe
 aur zyada nafrat dilata tha khud se. Main andar se sada tha, kharab, har raaz ke saath jo maine khola, meri 
akhlaq ki layer utarti gayi jab tak sirf yeh bigda hua dekhnay wala bacha nahi raha, apni Ammi ki be-izzati 
par haath chalata hua. 

Koi nek beta yeh hone nahi deta, yeh to door ki baat usme maza lena; main uske girne ka saathi ban gaya,
 chupke se uski be-izzati ka hissa, aur yeh ehsaas sirf us haram garam ko aur tez kar raha tha. 

Phir, ek haath uski kamar pakad kar sambhalte hue, usne apna lund uski tight gaand par lagaya, dheere se aage
 dabaya, sir andar ghusa ek naram pop ke saath jisne usko siskari di. 






Kamra unke jismon ke milne ki awaazon se bhar gaya— chamdi ka geela sarakna, uski tez saans, bistar ki chadar 
ka halka cheekhna jab woh adjust kar rahi thi. Main aankhein bhar kar nahi dekh pa raha tha: meri _ 
Ammi, Shahida, woh aurat jo roz paanch waqt sir dhak kar ,,., padhti thi, ab teesri baar kafir ke lund ko apni
 gaand mein le rahi thi. 

Abbu ne kabhi usko wahan chhua bhi nahi tha, jitna main soch sakta tha; unki shadi izzat par, imaan ki paakizaagi
 par bani thi, jahan aise kaam ghair-fitri, hamare mazhab mein haram the. 

Phir bhi yahan Gajendra, hamare mazhab ke bahar ka mard, bina jhijhak us haram ilaake mein ghus raha tha, us 
hisse ko haasil kar raha jo paak rehna chahiye tha. Yeh behurmati thi, uski sabse chhupi ched ko apna haq samajh
 kar failana, us tarah stretch karna jo uske waade ka mazaak udata tha. 

Aur gaand kyon na use kare? Woh tight, chhupi hui ched agar explore na ho to kya faayda? Mere bigde khayalon 
mein yeh barbaad lagta tha agar aisa hissa chhuta rahe, khas kar jab uski bhari, gol gaand poori haasil maang rahi 
ho. 

Ammi ki gaand, woh puckered ched jo nikalne ke liye bana, ab khushi ke liye istemaal— yeh har masjid ki taleem
 ko challenge karta tha jism ki paakizaagi ke baare mein. 

Lekin us garam lamhe mein yeh laazmi lag raha tha, jaise uska jism is doharapan ke liye bana: roz ka kaam aur
 ecstasy ka imkan. Uski gaand use karne ki zarurat usi buniyadi khwahish se thi har inch haasil karne ki, koi hissa 
na chhute, haram ko sabse badi jeet bana de. 

Uski badi gaand, itni naram aur hilti hui, jaise gaand chudai ki maang karti ho— woh bhari tukde fail kar usko 
jagah dete, dhakke cushion karte, aur gehrai dawat dete. Aisi badi gaand door se dekhne ke liye nahi; usko failana,
 andar jaana, bharna padta hai, curves mard ko pakadne ke liye perfect grip dete jab woh andar ghus raha ho. 

Gajendra ka bada lund uski gaand mein jaana is kaam ko aur zyada numayaan karta tha, har harkat saaf, uski 
chamdi ripple karte hue dhakke ke neeche— yeh saboot tha aise jism is tarah ki khushi ke liye bane hain. 






Yeh bahut galat tha— yeh ched jahan se tatti nikalti hai, gandagi aur na-paaki ki jagah, ab uske lund se bhari hui, 
profane aur erotic ka milaap jo ., ke tahara ke har usool ko todta tha, paakizaagi ke. 

Yeh sirf jismani nahi tha; yeh rooh par hamla tha, us aurat ko jo ,,., padhti thi, ab yeh gandi ched ek kafir ke liye
 khol rahi thi, har dhakke ke saath imaan ki be-izzati. 

Bahut logon ne Ammi ki badi gaand ko chodne ke khwab dekhe honge— padosi market mein uski hilti chal ko dekhte,
 dukaandaar jab woh kapde ke daam-tol karti to uske curves par nazar tikate, door ke rishtedaar family gatherings
 mein chupke se dekhte jab sochte the koi nahi dekh raha. 

Uski gaand apne aap mein mashhoor thi, bharpoor aur gol, jo kapdon mein aasani se bhar jaati thi aur bina koshish
 ke logon ki nazar kheench leti thi, chuppi hui hasrat aur nafrat paida karti thi. Ek community event mein maine 
suna tha, mard chupke se mazak kar rahe the "Shahida ke assets" par, unki hansee mein woh hasrat thi jo zor se
 kehne ki himmat nahi thi. 

Ab Gajendra woh khwab jee raha tha, Ammi ki gaand mein gehra ghus kar, har zor ke dhakke se andar ki deewaron 
ko faila raha tha. Woh aage badhta raha, kamar se dhakke dete hue lund aur andar dhakel raha, tight raasta inch 
inch faila raha, friction se uska jism jakadta aur chhodta. 

Failav saaf dikhta tha— gaand ka ched pehle sakht jakad raha tha, phir dheela padta, andar ki gehraai uski lambai
 ko qubool karti jab woh poora andar tak ghus jaata, peeche khinchta phir aur gehra dhakel deta, woh jagahen 
chhoo raha jo kisi aur ne nahi chhui thi. 

Uski badi gaand har thap se hilti, naram gosht jelly ki tarah larz raha, contact point se lahar nikalti, gaand ke tukde
 uski raanon se takrate hue hypnotic dhun mein uchal rahe the, bistar ka frame cheekh raha tha. 

Hilna jaadu sa tha, har dhakke se uske jism mein kampan, curves motion ko badhaate hue jaise gaand khud zinda 
ho, uske hamle ke jawab mein hilti hui. 

Gajendra ki taqat gajab thi, jism paseene se chamak raha lekin raftaar mein kami nahi, shayad saalon ke business
 kaam se— deals karna, godam dekhna, woh fit aur bardasht karne wala rakhta tha. Woh thakta nahi jaise buzurg
 mard thakte hain; woh wohi sakht, saza dene wali rhythm rakhta, Ammi ke jawabon ko nikaalta. 

Ammi ki cheekhen dard se khushi mein badli, awaaz josh mein buland: 

"Oh Khuda... ab bahut acha lag raha... aur gehra!" Ammi cheekhi, Gaand se khushi haram thi, hamare mazhab
 mein sabse bura gunah, jism ki fitrat ka bigaad, phir bhi yeh na rokne wala tha, sabse bura gunah sabse meetha
 phal sa lag raha tha, use kheench raha tha jabki dozakh ka waada tha. 






Gajendra: (dheere dheere dhakke dete hue, haath kamar par pakde jab woh shauhar ke bistar par leti thi, chadar 
pehle se uljhi) Oh fuck, Shahida, teri gaand kitni garam hai... jaise tight, makhamli bhatti mere lund ko lapet 
rahi ho. Teri chut se bhi zyada garam, har dhakke se andar kheench rahi. 

Ammi: (saans phoolte hue karah, chehra takiye mein daba, jism tan kar) Aaahhhh... oouuhhhho... Gajendra, 
please... dheere... aahhh... bahut zyada hai, abhi itna gehra nahi... ouuuhhh... 

Gajendra: (raftaar thodi badhate, khushi se karah) Khuda, kitna acha lag raha, Shahida. Jo bhi ched maine choda,
 isse behtar nahi. Yeh garmahat poore jism mein failti hai, mere balls tight kar deti— jaise teri gaand zinda ho,
 garmi se dhadakti jo mujhe paagal kar deti. Sab achhi auratein gaand mein leti hain aise, jaanti hai? Jo mard 
ko poora khush karna jaanti hain, sirf chut se nahi. Tu ab unmein se ek hai na? Poori tarah khulne wali chhinal. 

Ammi: (siskari, chadar pakad kar) Aahhh... haan, lekin... oouuhhhho... dheere, Gajendra... thoda dard ho raha.
.. aaahhhh... poora andar mat... ouuuhhh... mehsoos ho raha fail raha hoon... 

Gajendra: (jhuk kar, kaan mein garam fisfisahat se dhakke dete hue) Sun, teri gaand meri sabse pasandida hai, 
Shahida— teri chut se kahin behtar. Chut geeli aur khul kar milti hai, theek hai, lekin yeh? Yeh tight ched vice ki 
tarah nichodta hai, har baar mujhe sookha kar deta. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, dard aur khushi mila) Oouuhhhho... aaahhhh... theek hai, acha bhi lag raha... lekin please,
 aur gehra nahi... aahhh... tu bahut bada hai iske liye... ouuuhhh... 

Gajendra: (sakht awaaz, halka thappad gaand par) Gaand ke tukde faila mere liye, Shahida. Abhi kar— dikha
 kitna chahti hai. Poore faila kar rakho taaki main andar tak ghus sakoon. 

Ammi: (ruk kar lekin maan kar, kaampte haathon se peeche failati, ek pal be-sharm) Theek hai... aise? 
Oouuhhhho... dekho kitna khula hoon tere liye... aaahhhh... lekin dheere... 

Gajendra: (muskurate, achanak gehra dhakka dete jab woh failati, poora andar) Bas yeh— achhi ladki. Fuck, ab
 aur garam, poora andar. Teri gaand mujhe poora nigal rahi. 

Ammi: (tez cheekh, jism kamar se utha) AAAAHHHH! Gajendra! Bahut gehra! Dard ho raha! 

Gajendra: (haath muh par daba kar, zor se dhakke) Chup kar, bewakoof randi! Aise cheekhegi to poora mohalla 
jaag jayega. Kya, chahti hai tera nasheda shauhar sune uski deendar biwi gaand marwa rahi hai? 






Ammi: (haath ke neeche dab kar, phir thoda hatati, shikayat) Lekin... aaahhhh... jab tu itna gehra jaata hai
 sach mein dard hota... oouuhhhho... cheekh rok nahi paati... tu mujhe cheer raha... please, thoda peeche... 

Gajendra: (raftaar na ghatate, mazak udate) Dard? Yahi maqsad hai, chhinal. Aur yaad rakh, Hussein baithak 
mein kharrate le raha hai us powder se jo tune diya. Lekin nasheda bhi agar tu bansuri ki tarah cheekhegi to
 jaag sakta hai. Chahti hai woh pakde beech mein, gaand upar kar ke padosi ke liye? 

Ammi: (karah, be-sharm iqraar nikal aaya) Oouuhhh... nahi... lekin itna bhara hua mehsoos... aaahhhh... 
shayad thoda gehra ab... ouuuhhh... nahi chahti woh sune... 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste, rhythm se thokte) Wahi hai— asli _ randi. Din bhar veil mein chhupti, 
,,., padhti, lekin raat ko? Apne sabse haram ched mein ***** lund failati. Yahi tujhe khaas banata hai,
 Shahida— din mein deendar behen, andar se shaitan ki kheloni. Tera mazhab paakizaagi, haya, no zina sikhata
... phir bhi tu yahan, gaand mere lund ke ird-gird jakad rahi. Aisi auratein pavitra banne ka natak karti hain,
 lekin asal mein randiyan hoti hain jo asli mard ka intezaar karti hain barbaad karne ka. 

Ammi: (phir shikayat, awaaz kaamp rahi) Aaahhhh... yeh theek nahi... oouuhhhho... main achhi banne ki 
koshish kar rahi... lekin tera lund... bhula deta hai... aahhh... mere imaan ke baare mein aisa mat bol... 

Gajendra: (gehra dhakka dete hue zor dekar) Oh, lekin sach hai. _ randiyan jaise tu sabse achhi hoti
 hain; saari rok-tok jama hoti hai, aur phoot padti hai to sabse zor se leti hain. Hussein shayad jannat ke
 khwab dekh raha hai jab uski biwi unke bistar par gaand marwa rahi. Qabool kar— tu lund ki asli imaan wali 
hai. 

Ammi: (be-sharm karah, thoda haar maanti) Oouuhhh... haan, ab bahut acha lag raha... aaahhhh... jaari
 rakh... lekin agar zyada dard ho to dheere... ouuuhhh... tu sahi hai, main randi hoon... 






Gajendra: (karah, qareeb pahunchte) Dekha? Meri ladki. Teri gaand aur garam ho rahi— mehsoos kar kitna dheela
 sahi se ho raha? Sab achhi auraton ko tujhse seekhna chahiye: chut farz ke liye, gaand maza ke liye. Kyon 
pasandida? Tight, gandi, aur yahan tu poori tarah jhuk jaati hai. Aadha-adhoora nahi. 

Ammi: (phir shikayat, khushi mila) Aahhh... lekin Hussein kabhi... oouuhhhho... yeh bahut galat... thoda bahar
 nikaal... aaahhhh... warna phir cheekhungi... 

Gajendra: (na sunte, tez dhakke) Cheekh jitna chahe, lekin dheeme se, deendar chhinal. Soch agar tera beta
 andar aa jaye— dekhe uski Ammi, haya wali _, aise gaand marwa rahi. Tera imaan mazaak hai; sab
 dikhawa. Asli ibadat is lund ki hai jo teri garam ched ko apna bana raha. 

Ammi: (ab be-sharm karah) Ouuhhh... apna bana le... aaahhhh... lekin usko mat jaga... oouuhhhho... gehra, 
haan... 

Gajendra: (haanfte, badhate hue) Fuck haan. Tu _ randiyon ki rani hai— garam gaand yeh saabit karti
 hai. Ek aur gehra dhakka... 

Main mutth maar raha tha, haath tez chal raha lund par, saamne ka live nanga tamasha meri sabse andheri
 khwahishon ke liye bana hua lag raha tha. Unko real time dekhna— awaazein, paseene aur utsaah ki halki boo,
 uske jism ka istemaal— kisi video se lakh guna behtar, asliyat har ehsaas ko badha rahi thi jab tak main kho
 gaya, tez mutth maarte, dimag sirf josh ke alawa kuchh nahi. 

Achanak Gajendra ki awaaz kaati, sakht aur jaldi mein. "Main jhadne wala hoon, Shahida... teri tatti mere lund
 par lagi hai, moti coat— bistar ko is gandagi se barbaad nahi karna chahta." Woh thoda peeche khincha, lund par
 bhure daag saaf dikhe, kaam ki kachchaai ka saboot, uske jism ki fitri jawab unki hasrat se mila hua. 

Gajendra: (uski tight gaand mein dheere dheere dhakke maarte hue, haathon se kamar ko zor se pakde, maathe
 par paseena) Oh haramzad, Shahida, teri gaand kitni sakht hai... lekin ab mehsoos ho raha hai. Teri garam, naram 
tatti mere lund ke saath mil rahi hai. Jaise teri andar ki gandagi mujhe coat kar rahi ho, teri _ aant se
 nikli woh saari maili cheez mere andar ghul rahi hai jab main aur gehra ja raha hoon. 

Ammi: (chehra takiye mein dabaaye, jism ghin se kaamp raha, awaaz dabbi aur darawni) Oh nahi... aaaahhh 
oooohhh. Gajendra, yeh ghinoni baat hai... ahh... mujhe bahut ghin aa rahi hai... please, aisa mat bolo... 
mmm... yeh bahut sharmnaak hai... 

Gajendra: (thoda tez dhakke, karahate hue jab virodh mehsoos hota) Ghin? Tu hi to woh hai jiski tatti mere 
lund ke ird-gird ghoom rahi hai, Shahida. Har tukda mehsoos ho raha—naram tukde toot kar mere lambai par
 fail rahe hain jab main is pavitra ched ko chod raha hoon. Soch agar tera shauhar jaan le uski biwi ki gaand
 ek ganda naala hai, jo ek acche ***** lund ko apni roz ki tatti se maila kar rahi hai. Jaise teri gandagi ka 
bartan hila raha hoon, garam aur chipchipa, aur isse main aur sakht ho raha hoon. Tujhe sharam aani chahiye,
 beech chudai mein apni aant ko aise chhodne ke liye. 

Ammi: (siskari, chaddar mein muthi band, ulti ki lahar aati hui) Ooh Khuda... main nahi... bahut zyada hai...
 ohh... Gajendra, bathroom chalte hain... please... meri gaand ab control nahi kar pa rahi... ahh... tera lund
 bahut bada hai, sab kuchh bahar dhakel raha hai... mmm... rukna padega warna ganda ho jayega... 

Gajendra: (gaand par zor se thappad, rukte nahi, awaaz sakht aur hukm wali) Muh band kar, tu rone wali randi.
 Kahin nahi ja rahe—main teri tatti wali gaand mein poora andar hoon, aur tu yahin apne shadi ke bistar par le.
 Ek shabd bathroom ka aur main tujhe baad mein zubaan se saaf karwaunga. Bas andar hi rakh jaise woh 
pavitra veili banne ka natak karti hai. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, kamre mein halki mitti jaisi boo failne lagi, jism majboori se jakad raha) Lekin... ahh...
 boo... fail rahi hai... meri... meri tatti ki halki tez boo... oh Khuda, bahut sharm ki baat hai... mmm...
 jaise koi ganda raaz hawa mein nikal raha ho... 

Gajendra: (gehri saans le kar, zor se soonghte hue dhakke, kamre mein halki boo fail rahi—musky, garam, saaf 
tatti wali, paseene aur utsaah ki boo ke saath mil kar, kamra ek haram gandagi ka dhundhla ban gaya) Haan, 
ab mehsoos ho raha hai, Shahida. Teri gaand se tatti ki boo upar aa rahi hai, kamre ko bhar rahi jaise koi bura
 pedu jo chhupa nahi sakti. Abhi tez nahi, sirf halki lekin agar koi andar aaye to ghabra jayega. Teri tatti ki
 boo chaddar par chipak rahi hai, 

Ammi: (sharm se karah, gaal laal, boo uske naak tak pahunchi, ghin aur ulte utsaah ka milaap) Nahi... kitni
 gandi... ahh... lekin tera lund... wahan acha lag raha... mmm... boo ke saath bhi... 

Gajendra: (aadha bahar nikaal kar dekhta, uske bade lund par halki bhuri daag, halki roshni mein chamakti) 
Dekh yeh—teri tatti ne mere lund ko thoda coat kar diya, Shahida. Poora ganda nahi, lekin itni chipchipi
 parat, teri gandagi ki patli chadar mere chamde par. 

Ammi: (hilti hui, khud chipchipahat mehsoos, awaaz shikayat aur majboori se qubool) Ohhh... yeh bahut
 ghinoni hai... mat dekho... ahh... mujhe bilkul randi jaisa mehsoos ho raha... mmm... 

Gajendra: (poora andar dhakel, sharam dilate hue jab boo thodi tez) Yahan main tujhe zindagi ka sabse acha 
chudai de raha hoon, aur tu badle mein apni bhuri tatti mere lund par faila rahi hai. Ab boo aur tez—woh
 tatti wali khatti khushboo upar aa rahi, jaise din bhar roki thi sirf mujh par chhodne ke liye. Kaisi aurat
 gaand chudai ke beech aant chhod deti hai? Teri jaisi munafiq randi, din mein ., ki baat aur raat mein 
lund par tatti. 






Ammi: (zor se virodh, gaand uske ird-gird majboori se jakad rahi) Gajendra, please... control nahi kar pa rahi
... tera lund bahut bada... ahh... mujhe bahut faila raha, andar sab par dabav... mmm... meri muscles rok 
nahi pa rahi... oh Khuda, teri galti itna bada hone ki... nahi... 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste, rukte nahi) Yahi hota hai jab chhoti _ ched ko asli mard ka lund milta
 hai—tera jism haar maan raha, tatti leak kar rahi kyonki size bardasht nahi. Mehsoos kar? Har inch andar
 jakad raha, teri gandagi toothpaste ki tarah nikal rahi. Tu mera wajah se gandi hai, aur andar se pasand bhi 
karti hai na? 

Ammi: (ab be-sharam karah, ghin ke bawajood) Haan... ahh... bahut zyada... lekin zor se chod mujhe... 
mmm... nahi, ruk... gandi hai... 

Gajendra: (tez dhakke, chetaavni dete hue jab woh tan rahi) Bed ko poori tatti se barbaad karne se pehle,
 main jaldi jhad jaunga, Shahida. Tujhe mere beej se bhar dunga teri gandagi ke saath mila kar—soch baad 
mein woh cocktail bahar tapakta hua. Ab tez aur zor se chodunga, andar rakh warna natija bhugat. 

Ammi: (phir shikayat, jism kamar utha rahi) Lekin... ohhh... bistar... Hussein ko pata chal jayega... ahh... 
please, dheere... 

Gajendra: (na sunte, gaand ko be-raahmi se pound, bistar zor se cheekh raha) Ab der ho gayi—ab aa raha. 
Mehsoos kar mera lund teri tatti wali gehrai mein thok raha. Zor se, tez—teri gaand meri hai! 

Ammi: (zor se cheekhti, awaaz kamre mein goonjti, dard, khushi aur ghin ka milaap) Aaaahhhh! Gajendra! 
Bahut zor... oh Khuda... aaaahhhh! Dard ho raha... mmm... haan... nahi... aaaahhhh! 

Maine kahin online padha tha, kisi haram forum mein raat ko, ki jab aurat ki gaand mari jati hai aur woh
 mard ke lund par tatti kar deti hai, aksar isliye hota hai kyonki woh itni gehri khushi mein hoti hai; maza 
itna zyada hota hai ki control chhut jata hai, muscles dheele pad jate hain, majboori se nikal jata hai. 

Jaise khushi dimag ka sphincter par qaboo khatam kar deti hai, khushi ko gande mess mein badal deti hai,
 poori tasleem ki nishani. Gajendra tab itna zor se karaha, jaanwar jaisi awaaz, kamra bhar gayi, ek aakhri 
dhakka. 

Ammi uski karah se darr gayi, aankhein phaili hairani se, lekin peeche nahi hati. Usne apna saara doodh
 uski gaand ke andar ugla, jaanwar ki tarah karah: "Le le, tu gandi _ randi... mehsoos kar mera 
cum teri maili ched mein bhar raha... tu meri gaand ki randi banne se pyar karti hai na?" Ammi karahi, 
"aAaahh aahhh oooh oh oh oh aaahh Gajendraaaa!! mera pyar aaahhhh" 

Yeh lafz be-izzat the, usko buri kitabein dete—randi, chhinal, kutiya—use sirf uske beej ke liye bartan
 bana dete. Ammi kaanp uthi jab usne andar jhad diya, jism garam beej se bharne se hil raha, khushi ki 
lahar sharam ke bawajood; woh halke se muskurayi bhi, chhupi hui muskan, jaise bharpur hone se poori 
hui. 

Gajendra aur sharm dilaya, saans phoolte hanste: "Mehsoos kar rahi ho na gaand se mere lund ko jakad 
kar har boond nikaal rahi... tu kitni lalchi kutiya hai? Abhi bhi kaafi nahi." 

Lagbhag paanch minute baad, jab saansein dheemi hui, woh jhuk kar uski peeth par dheere chumban 
kiya, paseene se geeli chamdi par. "Tu kamal hai, meri sundar Shahida," woh dheeme se bola, awaaz 
naram, tasalli wali. "Itni mazboot, itni joshili. Jaanta hoon tere liye mushkil hai, lekin tu rani ki tarah
 seh leti hai." 

Ammi saans chhodi, jism abhi bhi kaamp raha. "Gajendra... dard ho raha, lekin tere saath sahi lag raha
. Bas... bahar nikaalte waqt dheere. Bed par meri tatti aur tera cum failna mushkil saaf hoga bina kisi 
ko jagaye." 

Usne kandhe par chumban, lund abhi bhi andar gehra. "Meri pyari, koshish karunga. Lekin mushkil hai—
teri gaand mujhe itna jakad rahi, jaise chhodna nahi chahti. Har harkat mein garmahat, chipchipahat 
mujhe wapas kheenchti hai. Jaise tera jism mujhe hamesha andar rehne ko keh raha ho." 

Usne guide kiya. "Dheere, bahut dheere. Ek inch peeche, main jakad kar rokne ki koshish karungi. Lekin
... mushkil hai; tune mujhe itna failaya, ab dheeli hoon, khuli hui." 

Woh skin par sar hila. "Theek hai, meri jaan. Chal—ek inch... mehsoos? Kitni garam, kitni ghani. Tu bahut 
achha kar rahi, meri anmol." 

Jab woh dheere dheere bahar nikaalne laga, inch by inch dard bhara, Ammi pehle jakad bhi nahi paayi; 
muscles thak gaye the, lambi stretching se, sphincter dheela aur be-jawaab, woh ched jo itna failaya 
gaya tha ab jaldi band nahi ho pa raha. 

Woh halka jhapakta, poora jakad nahi pa raha, khali hone ka ehsaas badhta jab woh bahar, jism control
 haar raha baad mein. Tatti aur uske beej ka milaap thoda bed par tapka—bhuri, safed cream wali boond 
chaddar par daag, mitti ki boo halki uthi, unke milan ki gandi yaad. 

Milaap chipchipa, kapde par chhote chhote dhabbe, uska safed beej uski tatti se dhara, saaf bistar ko gunah 
ka saboot bana diya. 

Gajendra bahar nikaal kar sharm dilaya, awaaz mazaak wali: "Dekh teri halat, gandi randi—sahi tarah rok 
bhi nahi paayi. Teri gaand mere lund se barbaad, tatti har taraf tapak rahi jaise toota nal. Kaisi biwi hai
 tu, tatti aur jhadna har taraf faila rahi?" 

Buri kitabein barasti—gandi kutiya, dheeli ched, maili suar—har ek uski be-izzati gehri karti, bata rahi
 kaise uska jism baad mein rok nahi paya, pehle tight gaand ab dheeli aur tapakti, poori tasleem ki nishani. 

Ammi phir seedhi hui, chehra sharam se laal, bathroom ki taraf bhagi, haath taangon ke beech daba kar 
leak rokne ki koshish. Andar ja kar darwaza band, gaand thodi jakad payi, muscles halka contract, lekin 
kamzor, pounding ke baad flutter hi tha. 

Uski gaand itni dheeli thi Gajendra ke mote lund se—usne andar se reshape kiya, ched faila aur naram,
 elasticity waqt ke liye kho gayi. Tatti aur beej taangon par garam nishaan chhodte tapke, chipchipa aur
 sharmnaak, jism par unke milaap ki chamak jab woh toilet ki taraf daudti. 

Main tab itna zor se jhad gaya, garam spurts haath par, intensity se ghutne kaamp gaye, deewar ke sahare. 






Yeh buildup bahut tha—nazaare, awaazein, sabki galatness mujhe hadd paar kar gayi. 

Bathroom se suna Ammi toilet mein zor zor se pedu aur tatti—prrrrt, splat, brraap— PPPRRRR!! 
BBBRRRRPPRRR!! 

Pedu lambi, garaj jaise, phir paani par tatti girne ki awaaz, har ek pehle se tez jab hawa aur geela 
bahar nikal raha uski thaki gaand se. 

Woh zor zor se pedu kar rahi thi baqi tatti aur Gajendra ke beej nikaalne ke liye, pressure se sab kuchh 
nikal raha, aant poori khali kar rahi kuchh normal hone ke liye. 

Gajendra bistar par baitha, tissues se apne beej aur uski tatti saaf kar raha, awaazon par zor se hansta.
 "Haha, sun yeh! Tu wahan trumpet bajaa rahi, Shahida—mere tohfe ko sab bahar phenk rahi!" 

Ammi darwaze ke peeche se bhi hansi, sharam aur rahat mila. "Gajendra, bas kar! Mat hanso—teri galti
 hai. Itna gehra gaya, sab hila diya. Ab main bhugat rahi hoon." 

Woh aur zor se hansa. "Arre aa na, meri jaan. Bahut mazaak hai. Prrrt—aur ek! Tu wahan ghar saaf kar 
rahi. Lekin sach mein, yeh pyara hai. Tujhe insaan banata hai, sirf meri perfect randi nahi." 

Usne phir pedu—brraap, sploosh—aur hans kar. "Dekha? Ab tu bhi hansa rahi, ruk nahi raha. Tu bura hai 
yeh sab encourage karne wala. Lekin... ab acha lag raha hai." 

Ammi ne towel se apni gaand aur taangon par tatti ka daag ponchha, towel bhi bahut ganda ho gaya. 
Phir usne nahane ka faisla kiya aur jab naha rahi thi, woh muskurayi, pata nahi kyon lekin main jaanta
 tha usko Gajendra ki taraf se randi jaisi be-izzati bahut pasand aayi thi. 












 

[Zeva Raisa]

yeh kahaani gajasab tareeka mein chal rahee hai.

[Rumeen Farhana]

bahut hi kaamuk aur sundar update.

[Saima Naaz]

Bahut maajader aur kamuk update.

[Renuka Shahane]

Very hot update.waiting for next.

[Lavanya.]

आपकी कहानियाँ वास्तव में बहुत गर्म और कामुक हैं। आप अपने महान यौन मनोरंजन के लिए बहुत बहुत धन्यवाद।

[Isra Khan]

Bahut mast update.Keep going.