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Shandaar update and awesome story

[Joker44]

Srivalli ki aankhein dheere-dheere khuli. Uska sar bhari hua tha, jism mein ek thakawat aur dard ka milan jaise koi bhaari truck uske upar se guzar gaya ho. Woh ek badi si luxury bedroom mein leti thi – Dave ke personal villa ka master suite. Uski nangi body sirf ek thin silk sheet se dhanki hui thi. Uske bade-bade boobs ab bhi laal aur chuse hue the, nipples par faint bite marks. Lekin sabse zyada dard uski chut mein tha.  




Dave ne kal raat gangbang ke baad uski chut ko “special treatment” diya tha – ek chhoti si suturing surgery. Sirf 4-5 tight stitches uski already swollen aur stretched chut ke lips par. Ab woh bilkul tight, virgin jaisi feel ho rahi thi… lekin har saans ke saath dard ki current chal rahi thi. Srivalli ne haath neeche kiya aur apni chut ko halke se chhua. “Aaaahhh…” ek halki si cheekh nikal gayi. Stitches khinch rahe the. Har movement mein lag raha tha jaise koi garam sui andar chubh rahi ho.  

“Morning, my stitched Indian slut,” Dave ka deep American accent kamre mein goonja. Woh sirf ek bathrobe mein bed ke paas baitha tha, haath mein ek tablet. Uske chehre par wohi sadistic smile tha jo Srivalli ab jaanti thi bahut achhe se.  

Srivalli ki aankhein bhar aayi. “Dave… please… mujhe jaane do. Pushpa… hospital… mujhe uske paas jaana hai.” Uske bolte hi aansu behne lage.  

Dave hasa aur bed par uske paas aa gaya. Usne sheet ko ek jhatke se hata diya. Srivalli ki nangi body saamne thi – uski chut par chhote-chhote black stitches clearly dikhai de rahe the, thodi si swelling ke saath. Dave ne apna bada sa haath uski chut par rakh diya aur ek ungli ko stitches ke paas ghumaya.  

“Shhh… relax, baby. Stitches kal raat hi daale the taaki tumhari chut phir se tight ho jaaye. Har baar jab koi lund andar jayega, tumhe lagega jaise pehli baar chud rahi ho. Pain + pleasure ka perfect mix.” Usne halke se pressure diya. Srivalli ki poori body ek current se kaanp gayi. “Aaaahhh… dard ho raha hai Dave… bahut dard… please mat chhuo…”  

Lekin Dave ne nahi chhoda. Usne tablet on kiya aur Srivalli ke muh ke saamne rakh diya. Screen par video shuru hua – **Srivalli ka apna gangbang video**. Kal raat ka pura recorded footage.  

Pehla scene: Srivalli lehenga mein dance kar rahi thi, phir Dave ne uska pallu khinch kar uske boobs bahar nikaal diye the. Arab Prince aur French Guy dono uske boobs choos rahe the. Srivalli video mein khud ko dekh rahi thi – uski aankhein band, muh khula, “Ahhh… ahhh… slower… please…” bol rahi thi jabki uski chut mein Dave ka lund andar-bahar ho raha tha.  

“Ye… ye main nahi hoon… ye… forced tha…” Srivalli rone lagi, lekin uski chut mein ek ajab si garmi failne lagi. Stitches ke wajah se dard aur zyada ho gaya tha, phir bhi video dekh kar uski body react kar rahi thi. 


 

Dave ne ek ungli stitches ke andar halke se push ki. “Dekho apni randi wali shakal, Srivalli. Double vaginal – tumhari chut ko do lund ek saath stretch kar rahe the. Dekho kaise tumne khud apni taange failayi thi aur chillayi thi ‘Aur zor se… aur zor se…’”  



Video mein ab Adamath uski gaand mein lund pel raha tha aur Arab Prince uski chut mein. Srivalli ka chehra video mein pura laal, aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh se raseela laar tapak raha tha. Usne video mein khud ko squirt karte dekha – paani ki dhaar bed par gir rahi thi jabki stitches wali surgery abhi nahi hui thi.  

Srivalli ki real-life chut ab leak karne lagi thi. Stitches ke around se thoda sa clear fluid nikal raha tha. Dard itna tha ki woh kaanp rahi thi, lekin video dekh kar uski body betray kar rahi thi. “Nahi… band karo… mujhe dard ho raha hai… chut jal rahi hai…”  

Dave ne has kar ungli andar-bahar ki – stitches ke saath. “Pain is good, slut. Yeh stitches sirf 7 din ke liye hain. Har din main check karunga. Ab jaao hospital. Pushpa ko milo. Lekin yaad rakhna – ek bhi galti, aur yeh pura video Pushpa ke phone par… with your moaning voice.”  

Usne tablet band kiya aur Srivalli ko ek simple black salwar-kameez diya – koi undergarments nahi. “Dress up. My driver will drop you at the hospital. Act normal. Cry, hug, whatever. But remember… your stitched cunt belongs to me now.”  

Srivalli kapde pehen rahi thi. Har step mein chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Jaise koi garam taar andar se khinch raha ho. Usne mirror mein dekha – uski walk thodi si limp thi, aankhein red. Woh bahar nikli. Dave ke driver ne usko private hospital ke bahar drop kiya.  

Srivalli ne hospital ke gate par pahunchte hi apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki… lekin jab Pushpa ke ward ke bahar pahunchi, aansu apne aap behne lage. Usne darwaza khola aur andar daudti hui gayi.  

Hospital mae

Pushpa Raj ki aankhein dheere-dheere khuli. Private hospital ka VIP room. White sheets, beeping machines, aur uske charo taraf family. Uske maa, chacha, chachi, aur kuch cousins. Pushpa ka chehra peela pada tha, jail ke 10 dinon ne usko toot kar rakh diya tha. Lekin jab usne Srivalli ko dekha, uske hothon par ek kamzor smile aa gaya.  

Srivalli darwaze se andar bhagi. Uske aansu beh rahe the. Salwar-kameez mein bhi uski badi gaand aur boobs ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh seedhe Pushpa ke bed par jhuk gayi aur usko gale se laga liya. “Pushpa ji… aap… aap theek ho… main… main mar hi jaati…” Uske rone ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Har rone ke saath uski chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Dard itna tha ki uski taange kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh chhupa rahi thi.  

Pushpa ne kamzor haath se uske baal sehlaaye. “Rani… tu yahan… main soch raha tha tu ghar par safe hai…”  

Family ke sab log emotional ho gaye. Pushpa ki maa ne Srivalli ke sar par haath rakh kar kaha, “Beta Srivalli… tu kahan thi itne din? Humne kitni baar call kiya… tu jawab hi nahi de rahi thi.”  



Srivalli ne aansu ponchhte hue, rone ki awaaz mein kaha, “Maa ji… main… main badi-badi logon se mil rahi thi. Ministers, businessmen… kisi se bhi madad maang rahi thi Pushpa ji ke liye. Raat bhar neend nahi aati thi… bas unke offices ke bahar wait karti thi.” Usne jhooth bolte hue apni chut ke dard ko control kiya. Stitches ab aur tight feel ho rahe the jaise har jhooth ke saath dard badh raha ho.  

Sab logon ne saans li. Chacha ne kaha, “Bahut badi baat hai beta. Tu akeli itna sab kiya…”  

Tabhi sabka dhyan darwaze ki taraf gaya. Kaveri andar aayi – halki si limp walk, simple pink kurti aur salwar mein. Uski aankhein neeche, chehra laal. Uske peeche Jolly Reddy khada tha, uske kandhe par haath rakh kar “protective” style mein.  

Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye Jolly ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek flash of doubt aur gussa tha, lekin woh chhupa liya.  

Pushpa ki maa ne poocha, “Kaveri beta… tu kahan thi? Aur Jolly bhaiya… aap yahan?”  

Jolly ne muskurate hue, bilkul calm awaaz mein kaha, “Arre aunty, main bhi help kar raha tha na. Kaveri beti mujhe milne aayi thi ro-ro kar. Usne kaha ki Pushpa bhaiya jail mein hain… maine turant CM sahab ko call kiya. Rudra uncle ne personally jailor se baat ki aur bail papers sign karwa diye. Hum dono din-raat iske peeche lage the.”  

Kaveri ne sirf sir hila diya. Uski awaaz bahut halki thi, “Haan… aunty… Jolly bhaiya ne bahut madad ki. CM uncle bhi… unhone kaha ki family ke liye kuch bhi.” Usne baat karte hue apne chut ke andar ka dard feel kiya – kal raat CM Rudra ne jo kiya tha, ab bhi uske andar jal raha tha. Lekin usne kuch nahi dikhaya.  


Pushpa ne kamzor smile kiya. “Meri rani… aur meri bhanji… dono ne mera itna khayal rakha. Main… main bahut lucky hoon.” Usne Srivalli ka haath pakda aur dabaya. Srivalli ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – *Yeh haath kal raat tak Dave aur uske doston ke lund pakad rahi thi… aur ab yeh stitches…*  

Doctor andar aaya aur bola, “Patient ko rest chahiye. Family bahar jaaye. Sirf wife reh sakti hai.”  

Sab log bahar gaye. Jolly ne Kaveri ko bahar le jaate hue uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Kal raat ready rehna… CM sahab ka call aa sakta hai.” Kaveri ka sharir kaanpa.  

Room mein sirf Srivalli aur Pushpa. Pushpa neend mein chala gaya tha. Srivalli uske paas baithi thi, uska haath pakde. Usne apni salwar ke andar haath daal kar chut ko halke se dabaaya. Stitches ab bhi dard de rahe the. Video ki yaadein aa rahi thi – uski khud ki cheekhein, do lund ek saath, squirt…  

Usne aansu ponchhe aur Pushpa ke maathe ko chuma. “Sab theek ho jayega… main hoon na aapke saath.”  

Lekin uske andar ek alag hi aag jal rahi thi – Dave ka message abhi bhi uske phone par pending tha: “Stitches check karwa lena… next meet jaldi.”  

Hospital ka VIP room ab dheere-dheere sannata mein doob raha tha. Family sab log bahar nikal chuke the – Pushpa ki maa ne Srivalli ke sar par haath pherte hue kaha tha, “Beta, tu yahin rehna. Hum subah aayenge. Pushpa ko koi pareshani ho toh turant doctor ko bolna.” Chacha aur cousins ne bhi haath mila kar thanks kaha aur chale gaye. Kaveri bhi bahar hi thi – usne sirf door se ek nazar maari thi aur phir chup-chaap lift ki taraf chali gayi thi. Kisi ne uski limp walk par zyada dhyan nahi diya. Jolly ne usko car tak chhod diya tha, lekin woh sab Srivalli ke liye ab door ki baat thi.

Room mein sirf do log bache the – Pushpa aur Srivalli.

Pushpa ki aankhein band thi. Jail ke dino ki thakaan aur medicines ka asar ab poora utar raha tha. Uski saansen dheemi aur regular thi. Chehra ab bhi peela pada tha, gaal andar dhase hue, lekin uske hothon par ek halki si sukoon bhari muskaan thi. Jaise abhi bhi sapna dekh raha ho ki uski rani uske paas hi baithi hai. Srivalli uske bed ke bilkul paas ek chair par baithi thi. Uski ek taraf ka haath Pushpa ke haath mein tha – uski ungliyan dheere se uske haath ko sehla rahi thi, jaise usko yakeen dilana chah rahi ho ki woh sach mein yahan hai.

Lekin andar se Srivalli ka dil toofan mein tha.

Usne apni salwar-kameez ke pallu ko thoda sa adjust kiya. Har chhoti si harkat mein uski chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Jaise koi chhoti-chhoti sui andar se uske tight lips ko khench rahi ho. Dave ki “special surgery” abhi bhi taaza thi – sirf 24 ghante hue the. Har baar jab woh chair par shift karti, dard ki ek tez lahar uski poori body mein daud jaati. “Aaaahh…” ek bahut halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi, lekin usne turant apna muh band kar liya. Pushpa ko kuch nahi sunna chahiye tha.


Uski aankhein ceiling par tik gayi thi. White paint ke upar bhi usko sirf kal raat ke scenes dikhai de rahe the. Dave ka villa… woh erotic lehenga… Arab Prince aur French Guy dono uske boobs par toot padte hue… Adamath ki ungliyan uski gaand mein… aur phir woh double vaginal. Do lund ek saath uski chut mein. Stretch. Pain. Aur uske bawajood woh khud chillayi thi. Video mein usne khud ko dekha tha – aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh se laar tapak rahi thi, aur woh bol rahi thi, “Aur zor se… please… mat roko…”

Srivalli ne apna neeche ka haath apne pet par rakh diya. Stitches ke upar halka sa pressure. Dard badh gaya, lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si geeli thi – Dave ke last creampie ka kuch hissa stitches ke around se leak ho raha tha, salwar ke andar. Woh soch rahi thi – *Yeh sab maine Pushpa ji ke liye kiya… unhone mujhe jail se nikaalne ke liye… lekin phir bhi… meri body kyun itni gandi ho gayi? Kyun har baar yaad aate hi meri chut contract karti hai?*

Ek aansu uski aankh se nikal kar gaal par beh gaya. Usne jaldi se usko ponchha. Pushpa ki taraf dekha – woh abhi bhi so raha tha. Usne uske maathe ko halke se chuma. “Pushpa ji… aapko kuch nahi pata na? Aap soch rahe honge ki main ghar par thi… ya ministers se madad maang rahi thi. Lekin main… main un logon ki randi ban chuki hoon. Dave… Jolly… Admiath… sabke saamne nangi… sabke lund andar… aur aaj bhi yeh stitches… har saans mein yaad dilate hain ki main ab unki hoon.”



Bahut dheere se usne apna phone nikala. Screen par ek notification tha. Dave ka message – sirf 10 minute pehle aaya tha.

“Stitched slut… hospital pahunch gayi? Us cuck ke saath baithi hai? Soch rahi hai main miss kar raha hoon tera tight chut? Kal subah 11 baje villa aana. Stitches check karunga. Aur haan… agar Pushpa ko kuch pata chala toh pura gangbang video uske phone par. Sleep tight, my Indian whore.”

Srivalli ka dil zor se dhak se reh gaya. Usne message turant delete kar diya. Phone ko bag mein rakh diya aur apne dono haath se muh dhak liya. Rona phir se aa raha tha, lekin is baar woh zor se nahi rone de rahi thi. Sirf chhote-chhote sobs. Uske boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the har saans ke saath. Salwar ke andar uski nipples abhi bhi sensitive the – kal raat ke chusne ke nishaan abhi bhi laal the.

Tabhi door khula. Doctor andar aaya – middle-aged, serious chehra, white coat. Usne Pushpa ki reports check ki aur machine ke readings dekhe.

“Mrs. Srivalli, aap yahin reh rahi hain na? Bahut achha. Patient ko poori tarah rest chahiye. Koi tension nahi, koi pareshani nahi. Stress-free environment. Jail se nikalne ke baad body weak hoti hai. Aap unko emotional support dena. Koi bhi badi baat mat karna abhi.”

Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Usne apni awaaz ko control kiya, “Ji doctor sahab… main poora khayal rakhungi. Aap tension mat lijiye.”

Doctor ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aap khud bhi thak gayi lag rahi hain. Aankhein laal hain. Thoda rest kar lijiye. Main nurse ko bolta hoon – agar kuch chahiye toh bell press kar dena.”

Doctor chala gaya. Room phir se sannata.

Srivalli ne Pushpa ke haath ko aur zor se pakda. Uske andar ek alag hi ladai chal rahi thi. Ek taraf relief tha – Pushpa bahar tha, jail se nikal chuka tha. Uske sapne, uska empire, uska pyar… sab wapas aa sakta tha. Dusri taraf dar tha. Dave ka warning, Jolly ka control, stitches ka dard, aur sabse badi baat – uski apni body ka betrayal. Har baar jab woh Pushpa ke chehre ko dekhti, usko yaad aa jata tha ki kal raat usi ke saath woh sab kuch kar chuki thi.

Woh chair par thoda sa age ki taraf jhuki. Stitches phir se khinche. “Ufff…” ek chhoti si cheekh. Usne apni taange thodi si close ki taaki dard kam ho. Lekin andar se ek aur yaad aa gayi – gangbang ke end mein Dave ne uski chut ko stitches karte waqt kaha tha, “Ab yeh sirf mere aur mere doston ke liye tight rahegi. Pushpa ko kabhi pata nahi chalega.”

Srivalli ne apne aansu ko rokne ki koshish ki. Usne Pushpa ke gaal ko sehlaaya aur dheere se bola, “Main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon… kuch bhi. Bas aap theek ho jao. Hum phir se purane din jee lenge.”

Lekin uske dil mein ek chhoti si awaaz bol rahi thi – *Kya hum sach mein jee payenge? Ya yeh stitches… yeh dard… yeh garmi… hamesha mere saath rahegi?*



Raat dheere-dheere badh rahi thi. Hospital ki corridor mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Srivalli baithi rahi – kabhi Pushpa ko dekhti, kabhi ceiling ko, kabhi apne phone ko (jo ab silent mode par tha). Uske andar ka toofan chalta raha. Bahar se woh perfect pativrata patni thi – ro rahi, sehla rahi, khayal rakh rahi. Andar se woh Dave ki stitched randi thi, jo abhi bhi kal raat ke lundon ko feel kar rahi thi.

Chapter khatam hone tak Pushpa ki neend gehri thi. Srivalli ne apna sar uske bed par rakh diya, haath uske haath mein. Aankhein band. Lekin neend nahi aane wali thi. Sirf yaadein… dard… aur agle din ka dar.

[Joker44]

Subah ke 8 baje hospital ka VIP ward dheere-dheere jaag raha tha. Sunlight window se andar aa rahi thi, machines ki beeping ab normal lag rahi thi. Pushpa Raj ki aankhein khuli hui thi – ab thodi si taakat aa gayi thi. Uska chehra ab peela nahi, halka sa laal tha. Family sab log aa chuke the – maa ne uske sir par haath pherte hue ro ro kar dua maangi, chacha ne fruits laaye, cousins ne uske haath pakad kar baatein ki. Pushpa ne kamzor awaaz mein sabko thanks kaha, “Meri family ne mujhe itna support diya… main wapas laut aaya hoon.”


Srivalli uske bed ke paas hi khadi thi. Raat bhar ki neend nahi aane ki wajah se uski aankhein ab bhi laal thi. Simple salwar-kameez mein bhi uska jism thaka hua dikhai de raha tha. Har baar jab woh thoda sa hilti, uski chut ke stitches khinch jaate. Jaise koi chhoti-chhoti garam taar andar se uske tight lips ko khench rahi ho. Kal raat Dave ke message ke baad se uski body mein ek constant dard aur garmi ka milan tha. Woh Pushpa ke liye muskurane ki koshish karti, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – *Yeh sab log soch rahe hain main unke liye lad rahi thi… ministers se madad maang rahi thi. Lekin asal mein main… main un logon ki stitched randi ban chuki hoon. Har step mein yeh dard yaad dilata hai ki kal raat do-do lund ek saath mere andar the.*

Tabhi door khula. Jolly Reddy andar aaya – designer shirt aur jeans mein, chehre par wohi confident smile. Haath mein ek bouquet aur sweets ka packet. “Arre Pushpa bhaiya! Dekho main aa gaya. Papa (CM Rudra) ne bhi personally poochha tha aapke baare mein. Aaj subah hi release papers final hue hain.” Sab logon ne usko thanks kiya. Pushpa ne kamzor haath milaaya, “Jolly bhai… tu ne bahut madad ki. Main kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”

Jolly ne sabko smile diya, lekin uski nazar baar-baar Srivalli par ja rahi thi. Srivalli ne usko dekha aur andar se gussa ubal aaya. Usne apni aankhein neeche kar li. Jolly ne mauka dekha – jab Srivalli paani lene ke liye corridor ki taraf gayi (doctor ne kaha tha Pushpa ko thoda fresh juice dena), Jolly uske peeche chala gaya.

Corridor ke end mein ek chhota sa corner tha – do walls ke beech, jahan se koi easily nahi dekh sakta tha. Jolly ne jaldi se Srivalli ka haath pakda aur usko us corner mein kheench liya. Srivalli shock mein reh gayi. “Jolly… kya kar rahe ho? Yahan sab log hain!”


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Jolly ne usko wall se sata diya. Uski saans tez thi. Usne ek haath se Srivalli ka chehra pakda aur zor se kiss kar diya – uske lips par apne lips rakh kar, jeebh andar daalte hue. Srivalli ki body kaanp gayi. Kiss ke saath hi uski chut ke stitches aur tight ho gaye, dard ki tez lahar neeche se upar tak pahunch gayi. “Mmmphh…” usne muh chhuraya aur dono haathon se Jolly ko zor se dhakka diya.


Jolly peeche hata. Srivalli ki aankhein laal ho chuki thi – gusse se, dard se, aur sharm se. Usne zor se saans lete hue kaha, “Tumhe pata hai un logon ne mere saath kya kiya hai… Dave, Adamath, Arab Prince… sabne mujhe randi bana diya! Gangbang kiya, surgery ki meri chut par stitches daale… har baar dard ho raha hai… aur tum… tum mujhe pyar karte ho? Tumhe pyar hai na mujhe? Phir bhi tumne sab kuch hone diya? Tum khud ne hi mujhe unke haathon becha tha! Ab yahan kiss kar rahe ho jaise kuch hua hi nahi?”

Uski awaaz mein gussa aur aansu dono the. Woh ek pal bhi ruk nahi. Usne apna pallu theek kiya, ek aur dhakka diya Jolly ko aur tez kadmon se wapas ward ki taraf chali gayi. Har kadam mein stitches khinch rahe the – dard itna tha ki uski taange thodi si limp ho gayi thi, lekin usne chhupaya. Ward mein pahunch kar woh seedhe Pushpa ke paas baith gayi, uska haath pakda aur muskurane ki koshish ki. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha.


Jolly corridor mein akela reh gaya. Uska chehra laal ho gaya tha – gusse se. Usne apna muh poncha aur dheere se bola, “Saali randi… ab gussa dikhati hai? Kal raat tak toh cheekh rahi thi unke lund ke neeche.” Uski aankhein corridor ke end par gayi jahan Kaveri khadi thi – woh family ke saath baat kar rahi thi, lekin uski walk ab bhi thodi si careful thi.

Jolly ne gusse mein kadam badhaye. Usne Kaveri ka haath pakda aur bina kuch bole usko side mein ek private consultation room ki taraf kheench liya. Room khali tha – doctor ka break room jaisa, sirf ek table aur do chairs. Door band karte hi Jolly ne Kaveri ko wall se sata diya. Kaveri dar se kaanp rahi thi. “Jolly bhaiya… yahan mat… sab bahar hain… Pushpa uncle…”

Jolly ne uske chehre ko upar kiya. Uski awaaz mein abhi bhi gussa tha jo Srivalli ne jagaya tha. “Chup reh bhanji. Tum bhi ab unhi ke jaise ho. Papa ne kal raat tumhari chut faad di thi na? Ab ro rahi ho? Main tumhe yahan laaya hoon taaki yaad rahe – ek bhi galti, aur Pushpa uncle phir jail mein. Aur tum dono – Srivalli aur tu – hamesha hamari randiyan rahogi.”

Kaveri ki aankhein bhar aayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi. Jolly ne uske kurti ke upar haath pher diya – sirf touch, kiss nahi, lekin uski body ko feel karte hue. Kaveri ne apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki. Room ke bahar family ki awaazen aa rahi thi, lekin andar sirf dard aur dar ka sannata tha.

Srivalli ward mein baithi thi, Pushpa ke haath ko sehla rahi thi. Usne Jolly aur Kaveri ko room mein jaate dekha tha, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski chut ke stitches ab bhi dard de rahe the, aur uske dil mein gussa aur guilt ka toofan chal raha tha. Pushpa ne dheere se kaha, “Rani… sab theek ho jayega ab. Tumhari wajah se main bahar aaya.” Srivalli ne sirf sir hila diya aur apne aansu chhupa liye.

Yeh subah normal family reunion ki tarah thi… lekin andar se sab kuch toot raha tha. Jolly ka gussa ab Kaveri par utar raha tha, aur Srivalli ka dil ab bhi Dave ke stitches aur kal raat ke video mein band tha.

Private consultation room ka door band hote hi sannata fail gaya. Bahar corridor mein family ki halki awaazen aa rahi thi – Pushpa ki maa kisi cousin se baat kar rahi thi, doctor ki footsteps door se guzar rahi thi. Lekin andar sirf gusse ki garam saans aur dard ka sannata tha.

Jolly Reddy ka chehra ab puri tarah laal ho chuka tha. Srivalli ne usko corridor ke corner mein dhakka diya tha, uske muh par thappad jaisa gussa jaga diya tha. “Saali randi… kal raat tak toh Dave ke lund ke neeche cheekh rahi thi aur aaj mujhe dhakka de rahi hai?” Usne apne aap se hi bola, awaaz mein zeher tha. Uski nazar Kaveri par padi. Kaveri wall ke paas khadi thi, simple pink kurti aur salwar mein, aankhein neeche, body kaanp rahi thi. Uski kal raat ki chut abhi bhi CM Rudra ke rough fuck se swollen aur sore thi – lekin Jolly ko ab koi farak nahi padta tha.

“Jolly bhaiya… please… yahan mat… sab log bahar hain… Pushpa uncle…” Kaveri ki awaaz bahut halki aur darr bhari thi. Usne haathon se apni kurti ke pallu ko pakad liya, jaise khud ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Jolly ne ek kadam badhaya. Uska haath tez se Kaveri ke kandhe par pada aur usko table ki taraf ghuma diya. “Chup kar bhanji. Tumhari bhabhi ne mera gussa jagaya hai… ab us gusse ko tumhari tight chut mein utaarunga.” Usne Kaveri ko zor se table par jhuka diya. Kaveri ka pet table ki edge se takraya, uske boobs table par dab gaye. Uski gaand upar ki taraf uth gayi thi, salwar ke upar se bhi uski juicy shape saaf dikhai de rahi thi.


Jolly ne peeche se uski salwar ki naada khol diya. Ek jhatke mein salwar neeche gir gayi – Kaveri ki nangi gaand aur chut saamne thi. Uski panty bhi sirf ek chhoti si black cotton ki thi, jo kal raat ke baad abhi bhi thodi si geeli aur stretched thi. Jolly ne uski panty ko side mein khinch kar neeche sarkaya. Kaveri ki chut ab bilkul nangi thi – pink lips abhi bhi kal raat ke bang se thode swell the, thodi si laal aur sensitive.

“Dekho… abhi bhi tight hai meri bhanji ki chut,” Jolly ne muskurate hue bola, lekin uski awaaz mein gussa tha. Usne apna muh neeche kiya aur zor se thuk diya – ek mota sa thook uski chut par gira. Thook chut ke lips par fail gaya, andar tak chala gaya. Kaveri ka sharir ek current se kaanp gaya. “Ahh… bhaiya… nahi…”

Jolly ne apna zip khola. Uska mota, laal aur veiny lund bahar nikal aaya – pehle se hi sakht aur gusse se tadap raha tha. Usne lund ko thook se geela kiya aur Kaveri ki chut ke entrance par rakh diya. Bina kisi warning ke, bina dheere se, usne ek hi zor ka dhakka diya.

“AAAHHHHHHHH…!” Kaveri ki cheekh bahut heavy aur dard bhari thi, lekin usne apna muh table par daba liya taaki bahar na jaaye. Uski tight chut abhi kal raat hi faadi gayi thi – CM Rudra ne usko pehli baar choda tha, blood aur creampie chhod kar. Ab Jolly ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein andar tak ghusa tha. Stretched lips par tez dard ki current daud gayi. Jaise koi garam lohe ki rod andar pel di gayi ho.


“Aaaahhh… bhaiya… bahut dard ho raha hai… nikaalo… please…” Kaveri ro rahi thi, lekin uski cheekh dheemi aur chhupi hui thi. Aansu uski aankhon se beh kar table par gir rahe the. Uski chut ke muscles contract kar rahe the, lund ko andar se jakad rahe the, lekin har contraction se dard aur badh raha tha.

Jolly ne uski kamar ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur apna gussa poora nikaalne laga. “Saali… teri bhabhi ne mujhe dhakka diya… ab tu le apni bhanji wali tight chut se mera gussa!” Usne tez- tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye – heavy, painful, bina kisi rhythm ke. Har dhakke mein uska lund poora andar tak ghusta, balls tak takrata, aur phir bahar nikal kar phir se andar. Kaveri ki chut ke lips har baar stretch ho rahe the, thook aur uski apni chut ki geeli juice ke saath mil kar chikna sound nikal raha tha – puch… puch… puch…

“Uff… ahhh… ahhh… Jolly bhaiya… dheere… meri chut phat jayegi… aaaahhh!” Kaveri ke muh se sirf chhoti-chhoti roti hui cheekhein nikal rahi thi. Woh table ko dono haathon se pakde hue thi, uske boobs table par dab rahe the, nipples hard ho chuke the dard aur forced sensation se. Har dhakke ke saath uski body aage-piche hil rahi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi bahut tight thi – kal raat ka naya naya bang aur ab yeh rough pounding. Dard itna tha ki uski taange kaanp rahi thi, lekin Jolly ne usko rokne nahi diya.

Jolly ka gussa ab poora nikal raha tha. Har thrust ke saath woh bol raha tha, “Teri bhabhi… Srivalli… usne mujhe reject kiya… lekin tu… tu meri randi bhanji hai… le… le aur zor se… teri tight chut mujhe thanda kar rahi hai!” Usne ek haath se Kaveri ke baal pakad liye aur uska sar peeche khinch liya, dusre haath se uski kamar ko aur zor se pakad kar dhakke tez kar diye. Ab woh bilkul animal jaisa fuck kar raha tha – heavy, fast, painful. Kaveri ki chut ke andar se thoda sa blood mix juice nikal raha tha, table ke edge par tapak raha tha.

Kaveri sirf ro rahi thi – halke-halke sobs, “Aaaahhh… bahut dard… main mar jaungi… please bhaiya… bas karo…” Lekin uski body betray kar rahi thi. Dard ke saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi fail rahi thi. Uski chut ke muscles lund ko andar se jakad rahe the, jaise khud hi usko andar rakhna chahti ho. Har dhakke mein uski gaand hil rahi thi, chhoti si ‘puch puch’ awaaz room mein goonj rahi thi.

Jolly ka chehra paseene se tar tha. Usne apna pura zor laga diya – 4-5 minute tak non-stop heavy pounding. Kaveri ki chut ab poori tarah uske lund ke shape mein stretch ho chuki thi. Woh table par leti hui thi, aankhein band, muh khula, laar tapak rahi thi. “Ahhh… ahhh… ahhhh…” har thrust ke saath uski halki cheekh nikal rahi thi.

Aakhir mein Jolly ne zor se ek final dhakka maara, poora lund andar tak ghusa diya aur ruk gaya. Uska lund andar hi phadakne laga – garam-garam cum ki dhaar Kaveri ki chut ke andar bharne lagi. “Le… le meri bhanji… pura maal le… yeh tera reward hai… aur Srivalli ka gussa bhi!” Cum itna zyada tha ki stitches jaisa feel ho raha tha – thoda sa bahar leak ho kar uski thighs par behne laga.

Kaveri ka sharir ek final current se kaanp gaya. Woh table par leti rahi, roti rahi, chut se dard aur cum ka mix nikal raha tha. Jolly ne lund bahar nikaala – ek chhoti si ‘plop’ awaaz ke saath. Usne apna zip band kiya aur Kaveri ki panty upar kheench di. Salwar bhi theek kar di.

“Ab bahar ja… normal ban ke. Ek bhi awaaz nikal toh Pushpa uncle phir jail. Samjhi?” Jolly ne uske gaal par thappad mara – pyar jaisa nahi, warning jaisa.

Kaveri ne aansu ponchhe, kapde theek kiye aur limping walk se door ki taraf badhi. Uski chut ab dobara se jal rahi thi – kal raat CM Rudra, ab Jolly ka rough fuck. Har kadam mein dard tha, lekin usne bahar jaate hue muskurane ki koshish ki.

Jolly room mein akela reh gaya, saans tez. Uska gussa thoda thanda hua tha… lekin abhi bhi andar se jal raha tha. Bahar ward mein Srivalli Pushpa ke paas baithi thi, uska haath pakde hue, bilkul anjaan ki tarah muskurati hui. Kaveri bahar aayi aur chup-chaap family ke saath baith gayi. Kisi ko kuch nahi pata tha – na Srivalli ko, na Pushpa ko, na family ko




Doctor ne subah 11 baje ward mein aakar final check kiya. Pushpa Raj ki reports normal thi – jail ke dino ki thakaan ab kam ho chuki thi, blood pressure theek, wounds heal hone lage the. “Mr. Pushpa, aap discharge ho sakte hain. Bas ghar par rest kijiye, koi tension nahi, koi heavy kaam nahi. Wife aur family khayal rakhengi.” Doctor ne muskurate hue Srivalli ki taraf dekha. Srivalli ne sir hila diya, aankhein neeche kiye hue. Uske andar se ek halki si relief ki saans nikli, lekin saath hi uski chut ke stitches phir se khinch gaye jab woh chair se uthi. “Aaaahh…” ek bahut halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi, lekin usne turant control kar liya.

Family ne sab kuch arrange kar liya tha. Pushpa ko wheelchair par baithaya gaya. Maa ne uske sar par haath pherte hue ro diya, “Beta, ghar chalo… sab theek ho jayega.” Chacha aur cousins ne usko support kiya. Srivalli Pushpa ke bilkul paas thi – uska haath uske kandhe par, salwar-kameez ke pallu ko theek karti hui. Har kadam mein uski chut ke stitches aur tight feel ho rahe the. Jaise har movement ke saath Dave ki surgery yaad dilati ja rahi thi – kal raat ka double vaginal stretch, stitches ki wajah se ab har baar tight aur sensitive. Woh muskurane ki koshish karti, lekin neeche se dard ki tez lahar daud jaati.

Hospital se nikalte hi do gaadiyan ready thi. Pushpa ko pehli gaadi mein baithaya gaya, Srivalli uske paas. Kaveri dusri gaadi mein family ke saath. Kaveri ab bhi chup thi – kal subah Jolly ke rough fuck ke baad uski chut abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Har baar jab gaadi hilti, usko lagta jaise andar se kuch phat raha ho. Uski maa ne uske gaal par haath rakh kar poocha, “Beta Kaveri, tu bahut thaki hui lag rahi hai… college ka stress?” Kaveri ne halki si muskaan se jhooth bol diya, “Haan maa… thoda zyada assignments the. Ab theek ho jaungi.” Usne apni taange cross karke baithi taaki chut ka dard chhupa sake. Kisi ko kuch nahi pata tha.

Haveli pahunchte hi pura ghar sajaya hua tha. Maangal sutra aur phoolon ke haar darwaze par. Family ne Pushpa ko andar le aaya. Woh dheere-dheere apne bedroom tak pahuncha – uska apna bada sa king-size bed, jahan pehle Srivalli ke saath kitni raatein guzari thi. Pushpa ne kamzor awaaz mein kaha, “Meri rani… meri bhanji… dono ne mujhe bachaya. Main bahut lucky hoon.” Sab logon ne taaliyan bajayi. Srivalli ne usko bed par sulaya, uske sir ke neeche pillow lagaya. Uske boobs jab thoda sa jhuke, stitches phir se khinche – usne apna lip bite kar liya taaki cheekh na nikal jaaye.

Ghar ka welcome simple tha. Kitchen mein maa aur chachi ne Pushpa ke favourite dishes banaye – dal, roti, sabzi, aur thoda sa mithai. Sab log drawing room mein baith gaye. Pushpa bed par let kar hi baat kar raha tha. “Srivalli… tu ne ministers se madad maangi… Kaveri ne Jolly bhai se baat ki… CM uncle ne personally help ki… main kabhi nahi bhoolunga.” Srivalli uske paas baithi thi, uske haath ko sehla rahi thi. Har baar jab woh khadi hoti aur plate serve karti, uski chut ke andar stitches khinch jaate. Dard itna tez tha ki uski thighs thoda sa kaanp jaati. *Yeh sab log soch rahe hain main pativrata hoon… lekin yeh stitches… yeh dard… har baar mujhe Dave ke lund ki yaad dilate hain,* usne andar hi andar socha. Aansu ki boond aankh mein aa gayi, lekin usne ponchh li.



Kaveri kitchen mein help kar rahi thi. Woh chup-chaap plates nikaal rahi thi, lekin har movement mein uski chut jal rahi thi – Jolly ka mota lund kal subah hi usko table par jhuka kar chod kar gaya tha, cum abhi bhi andar thoda sa leak ho raha tha. Uski maa ne phir se poocha, “Beta, tu theek toh hai na? Chehra laal lag raha hai.” Kaveri ne jaldi se kaha, “Haan maa… bas thakawat hai. Pushpa uncle ghar aa gaye, sab theek ho jayega.” Woh muskurayi, lekin andar se ro rahi thi.

Tabhi darwaza khula. Jolly Reddy andar aaya – haath mein mithai ka bada sa packet aur fruits. “Arre Pushpa bhaiya! Ghar aa gaye? Bahut khushi ki baat hai.” Sab logon ne usko gale lagaya. Pushpa ne kamzor smile kiya, “Jolly bhai… tu aur CM uncle… mera asli bhagwan.” Jolly ne Srivalli ki taraf dekha. Usne usko ek plate par chai di – unki aankhein ek pal ke liye mili. Srivalli ki nazar mein gussa aur dar dono the, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Jolly ne muskurate hue chai li aur bola, “Srivalli bhabhi ne bahut mehnat ki hai… sabko pata hai.” Srivalli ne sirf sir hila diya aur wapas Pushpa ke paas chali gayi. Uske andar Dave ka last message ghum raha tha – “Stitches check karwa lena… next meet jaldi.”

Shaam hone tak ghar mein halki si khushi thi. Pushpa ne sabko thanks kiya. Raat ko family ne dinner kiya aur dheere-dheere sab apne rooms mein chle gaye. Sirf Srivalli Pushpa ke bedroom mein thi.

Bedroom ka light dim tha. Pushpa bed par let gaya tha. Usne Srivalli ka haath pakda aur dheere se kaha, “Rani… aa ja mere paas. Itne dino baad… mujhe tera sparsh chahiye.” Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske paas let gayi, lekin thoda sa door rakha. Usne apni salwar-kameez ko theek kiya taaki Pushpa uske body ko touch na kar sake. Pushpa ne uske kamar par haath rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin Srivalli ne halke se uska haath hata diya. “Pushpa ji… aap abhi weak hain… doctor ne kaha hai rest karo. Main yahin hoon aapke paas.” Usne uske maathe ko chuma.

Pushpa ne aankhein band kar li aur bola, “Ab sab theek ho jayega, rani. Humara empire wapas banayenge. Tu aur main… purane din jee lenge.” Srivalli ne sir hila diya, lekin uski aankhein bhar aayi. Usne apna muh dusri taraf ghuma liya taaki Pushpa na dekh sake. Uski chut ke stitches ab raat ke sannate mein aur zyada feel ho rahe the – har saans ke saath khinch rahe the. *Purane din? Dave ka lund, Jolly ka gussa, Kaveri ke saath jo kuch bhi ho raha hai… sab chhupa kar main kaise jeeungi?* Usne apne aansu chhupaye aur Pushpa ke haath ko pakad liya.



Ghar ka sannata fail gaya tha. Haveli ke bahar security lights jal rahi thi. Pushpa so chuka tha. Srivalli baithi thi, ceiling ko dekhti hui. Uske phone par vibration hua – Dave ka naya message: “Stitched randi… ghar pahunch gayi? Kal subah ready rehna.” Usne phone band kar diya aur apne pet par haath rakh kar stitches ko halke se dabaaya. Dard aur guilt ka milan uske andar jal raha tha.

Yeh ghar wapas aane ki raat normal family reunion ki tarah thi… lekin Srivalli aur Kaveri dono ke andar alag-alag toofan chal rahe the. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha. Sab kuch chhupa hua tha… abhi ke liye.

Do din baad, shaam ke 7:30 baje Dave ke sprawling luxury villa ke private study room mein mahoul bilkul business aur masti ka mila-jula tha. Badi si glass wall se jungle ki green hills dikhai de rahi thi, andar soft golden lights jal rahi thi. Ek bada mahogany table par whisky aur red wine ke bottles khule hue the. Jolly Reddy sofa par relaxed baitha tha, designer black shirt mein, haath mein wine glass. Uske saamne Dave – tall, sharp-suited American businessman – apne laptop aur contract papers ke saath baitha tha. Dono ke chehron par wohi victorious smirk tha jo sirf un logon ke chehre par aata hai jo ek bada khel jeet chuke hon.

Dave ne apna glass uthaya aur Jolly ki taraf badhaya. “To the final signature, my friend. This $500 million steel and logistics deal is going to change everything for your empire.” Usne pen uthaya aur papers par ek bold signature kar diya. Ink dry hote hi usne papers Jolly ki taraf slide kar diye. “Done. Wire transfer bhi abhi initiate ho gaya hai. Steel orders, export permits, cash flow – sab kuch finalized. Pushpa ke sandalwood connections se linked logistics network ab officially hamara hai.”

Jolly ne glass se ek bada sip liya, wine ki garam lahar uske gale se neeche utri. Usne muskurate hue bola, “Perfect, Dave. Main ne kaha tha na – deal tumhara, price meri taraf se complete. Srivalli… woh tumhari plate mein thi jitne din tum chahte the. Ab woh period khatam. Tumne enjoy kiya uski chudai?”

Dave ne peeche lean kiya, apni blue aankhon mein abhi bhi woh dirty hunger chamak raha tha. Usne apna glass table par rakha aur ek sadistic smile ke saath English mein bola, “Oh man, Jolly… enjoyed her? Fuck, I destroyed that tight Indian pussy. The way her big tits bounced when I choked her and pounded her from behind… that stitched cunt you let me have after the gangbang? It was insane, brother. Every thrust felt like I was breaking a brand new virgin hole again. She was screaming, squirting all over my cock while her stitched lips gripped me so fucking hard. Double vaginal with my boys? She took it like a pro, moaning louder than any slut I’ve ever had. That pure pativrata rani turned into my personal cum-dump for those nights… best investment of my life.”

Dono ek saath zor se hasne lage. Jolly ka hasna gehra aur dark tha, Dave ka American laugh loud aur satisfied. Room mein unki hansi ki goonj goonj rahi thi jaise unhone koi bada scam successfully pull off kiya ho.

Tabhi study room ka door dheere se khula. Emily andar aayi – Dave ki beautiful American wife, tight black cocktail dress mein, blonde hair open, makeup fresh. Woh confident steps se andar aayi aur seedhe Dave ke paas jaakar uske bagal mein baith gayi. Usne Dave ke thigh par haath rakh diya aur Jolly ki taraf dekha, ek knowing smile ke saath.



Jolly ne apna glass uthaya aur Emily ki taraf ishara kiya. Usne Dave se bola, “Dave, teri wife Emily was awesome, man. Never had so much fun with any white woman. Uski pink anal… aur woh way she sucked and begged for more… pure fire. Main toh soch raha tha ki desi randiyon se better kuch nahi, lekin teri Emily ne sabko peeche chhod diya. Full night maine usko bend karke choda aur woh har thrust par chillayi thi jaise kabhi nahi chudi ho.”

Dave zor se hasa, Emily ke kandhe par haath rakh kar usko apne se chipka liya. “Haha, glad you enjoyed the trade, Jolly. Fair deal – you gave me Srivalli’s tight stitched Indian pussy for the period, I gave you my wife’s holes. Both sides won big time.” Emily ne sharmate hue muskuraya, lekin uske cheeks laal ho gaye the yaadein yaad aane se.

Dono phir se hasne lage. Dave ne apna laptop band kiya aur papers ko folder mein rakha. “Deal complete, my friend. Steel, logistics, cash – sab kuch signed and delivered. Srivalli ka period bhi khatam. Ab next phase pe focus karte hain… but for tonight, I’m taking my wife back to the suite.”

Dave ne Emily ka haath pakda aur uth khada hua. Emily bhi uske saath uthi, uske hips hilte hue. Jolly ne dono ko bye kiya, “Enjoy the night, Dave. Aur haan… agar phir kabhi Srivalli ki chudai ka mood ho toh bata dena. Period toh khatam hua, lekin game abhi bhi on hai.”

Dave ne ek last wink maara aur English mein bola, “You bet, Jolly. That Indian goddess was unforgettable. See you soon, partner.” Dono – Dave aur Emily – room se bahar nikal gaye. Unke footsteps corridor mein goonjte hue door tak gaye.

Jolly akela reh gaya. Usne apna wine glass uthaya, ek aur sip liya aur muskuraya. Papers table par the – signed, sealed, $500 million ka deal. Srivalli ka “price” poora kar diya gaya tha uske liye. Ab Pushpa ghar par theek tha, family normal life jee rahi thi… lekin Jolly jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Usne phone nikala aur ek message type kiya – Srivalli ke naam se nahi, lekin uske future ke liye.


Villa ke bahar Dave ki car lights jal uthi aur nikal gayi. Raat aur gehri ho rahi thi. Haveli mein Srivalli abhi bhi Pushpa ke paas baithi hogi, stitches ka dard chhupate hue… bilkul anjaan ki tarah.

Lekin game abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Sirf ek chapter khatam hua tha.

[Rohan9318]

Maa bani classmate iska update kb aaega ???

[Joker44]

Maa bani classmate iska update kb aaega ???

Soon, As i am thinking about climax, need an creative break from that story.

[Joker44]

Kuch hafte guzar chuke the. Haveli mein sab kuch bilkul normal lag raha tha – jaise woh dino ki gandi raatein kabhi hui hi nahi. Pushpa Raj ab poori tarah se heal ho chuka tha. Jail ke dino ki thakaan ab sirf yaad reh gayi thi. Woh subah garden mein baith kar apne purane plans par baat karta, family ke saath chai peeta, aur dheere-dheere apne empire ko wapas khada karne ki baatein karta. Uski awaaz mein ab purani taakat laut aane lagi thi. “Rani… ab sab theek ho jayega. Hum phir se purane din jee lenge,” woh har subah Srivalli se kehta aur uska haath pakad leta. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha – na stitches ke dard ka, na us raaton ka jismein uski rani aur bhanji dono ko alag-alag tarike se toota gaya tha.


Srivalli bhi ab heal ho rahi thi. Dave ki surgery ke stitches ab dheere-dheere kamzor pad chuke the. Ab har kadam mein woh purana tez dard nahi hota tha, lekin kabhi-kabhi jab woh jhukti ya tez chalti, tab bhi ek halki si current neeche se upar tak jaati. Woh ab perfect pativrata patni ban chuki thi – subah uth kar Pushpa ko nashta banati, uske kapde ready karti, shaam ko saath baith kar baatein karti. Family ke saamne woh muskurati rehti, maa ji ke saath kitchen mein madad karti, aur Kaveri ke saath bhi normal baatein karti. Lekin raat ko jab Pushpa so jata, Srivalli akeli baith kar apne phone ko dekhti. Dave ka koi message nahi aaya tha in hafto mein, lekin uski body abhi bhi yaad rakhti thi – woh raatein, woh lund, woh double chudai. Woh apne pet par haath rakh kar sochti, *Yeh sab chhup gaya hai… lekin andar se main abhi bhi unki hoon. Pushpa ji ko kuch nahi pata… aur main unko kabhi bata nahi sakti.* Bahar se woh bilkul normal thi – sukoon bhari, pyar bhari, pativrata rani.

Kaveri ki zindagi bhi surface par normal chal rahi thi. College jaati, ghar aati, maa ke saath baatein karti, Pushpa uncle ke liye fruits kaat kar deti. Uski limp walk ab bilkul gayab ho chuki thi. Kal raat ke dard aur Jolly ke rough dhakkon ki yaadein ab sirf raat ko sapno mein aati thi. Woh ab college ke kapdon mein hi rehti – simple kurti aur jeans, aankhein neeche, chehra innocent. Family sochti thi ki woh ab theek hai – “Beta Kaveri college stress se thak jaati hai, bas.” Lekin andar se Kaveri har din dar ke saath jeeti thi. Har phone vibration se uska dil dhadak jata. Jolly ka number save tha, lekin kabhi-kabhi unknown number se message aata tha jo usko yaad dilata tha ki woh abhi bhi unke control mein hai.



Us din subah 8:15 baje tha. Kaveri apne room mein ready ho rahi thi jab uska phone vibrate hua. Ek unknown number se message aaya tha – short aur clear:

“College ke peeche back gate par subah 9 baje wait karna. Akeli aana. Kisi ko kuch mat bolna.”

Kaveri ka dil zor se dhak se reh gaya. Uski ungliyan phone par kaanp gayi. *Yeh Jolly bhaiya hi honge… phir se… phir se wohi…* Usne message delete kar diya aur phone ko bag mein rakh diya. Maa ne bahar se awaaz lagayi, “Kaveri beta, breakfast ready hai. College ja rahi hai na aaj?” Kaveri ne apni awaaz ko normal banaya aur bola, “Haan maa… aaj important lecture hai. Jaldi jaana hai.” Usne jaldi se kurti aur jeans pehni, bag uthaya aur niche aa gayi. Maa ne uske sar par haath pher kar kaha, “Theek se khana kha lena beta. Pushpa uncle ko bhi bata dena maine tiffin bheja hai.” Kaveri ne sir hila diya, muskurane ki koshish ki aur ghar se nikal gayi.

Gaadi chalate hue uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat ghum rahi thi – *Yeh kya hoga aaj? Jolly bhaiya ne itne hafte chup kyun the? Kya woh phir se mujhe… phir se meri chut mein…* Uski thighs thodi si close ho gayi. College ke raste par woh soch rahi thi ki kaise woh pehle bhi aise hi messages par gayi thi aur har baar uski body ko aur zyada tootne diya tha. Lekin aaj kuch alag feel ho raha tha. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si sensitive thi – purane dino ki chudai ki yaadein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi jalati thi.

College pahunch kar woh seedhe back gate ki taraf gayi. Yeh jagah college ke peeche thi – purani building ke peeche ek chhota sa parking area, jahan zyadatar time koi nahi aata tha. Subah 9 baje ke karib tha. Kaveri ne apni gaadi side mein park ki aur bahar nikal kar wait karne lagi. Usne bag ko dono haathon se pakad liya, aankhein idhar-udhar ghuma rahi thi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. *Jolly bhaiya… jaldi aa jao… jo karna hai kar lo… bas Pushpa uncle ko kuch mat batao…*

Tabhi ek badi si black SUV dheere se aayi aur uske bilkul paas ruk gayi. Door khula. Kaveri ne umeed se dekha – lekin uska chehra safed pad gaya.

Car se utarne wala aadmi Jolly nahi tha.

Woh CM Rudra Reddy tha – Jolly ka baap, wohi powerful politician jiski umar 55 ke aas-paas thi, lekin body abhi bhi solid aur commanding thi. White kurta-pajama mein, chashma, aur uske chehre par wohi confident, hungry smile jo Kaveri ne pehli baar villa mein dekha tha. Usi raat jab usne Kaveri ko pehli baar choda tha – uski virginity li thi, uski chut ko faad kar, uske boobs ko chus kar, aur usko apni god mein baithakar zor-zor se chudai ki thi.

CM Rudra ne car ka door band kiya aur seedhe Kaveri ke paas aaya. Uski awaaz dheemi lekin authoritative thi, “Kaveri beti… aa gayi? Bahut achha. Main soch raha tha ki shayad tu aane se darr jaayegi.”

Kaveri ke pair thande pad gaye. Uski aankhein phail gayi. “CM uncle… aap? Main… main toh soch rahi thi Jolly bhaiya…” Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Usne peeche ek kadam badhaya, lekin CM ne ek haath se uska kandha pakad liya – pyar jaisa nahi, control jaisa.

“Jolly toh aaj busy hai beti. Main ne hi message bheja tha. Ab chup-chaap car mein baith. Bahut din ho gaye… teri tight chut ko yaad aa raha tha.” CM Rudra ne muskurate hue bola, uski nazar Kaveri ke boobs par ghum gayi jo kurti ke neeche se saaf dikhai de rahe the.

Kaveri ki body kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut mein ek purani si jalan phir se jag gayi – usi raat ki yaadein jab CM ne usko bed par litaya tha, uski taange failayi thi, aur pehli baar andar ghusa tha. Blood aur dard ke saath uski pehli chudai… ab phir se wohi aadmi saamne khada tha. Usne apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki aur dheere se car ki taraf badhi. *Yeh kyun… kyun phir se… main college jaane ka jhooth bol kar aayi thi… ab kya hoga?*

CM Rudra ne car ka back door khola aur Kaveri ko andar dhakel diya. Woh khud bhi andar baith gaya aur door band kar diya. Car tinted glass ki thi – bahar se koi dekh nahi sakta tha. Engine on hote hi car dheere se college ke peeche se nikal gayi.



Kaveri seat par baithi thi, haath god mein, aankhein neeche. CM Rudra uske paas baitha tha, uski taang se apni taang sata kar. Uski awaaz mein wohi purani garmi thi, “Beti… itne hafte baad bhi teri yaad aa rahi thi. Aaj tujhe thoda time dunga… bas yaad dilane ke liye ki tu abhi bhi hamari hai. Pushpa bhaiya ghar par theek hain na? Unko mat batana… warna sab khatam.”

Kaveri ne sirf sir hila diya. Uske andar ek naya toofan uth raha tha – dar, sharm, aur woh purani feeling jab CM ne usko apni god mein baithakar choda tha. Car jungle ki taraf badh rahi thi. Bahar subah ki normal duniya chal rahi thi – log college ja rahe the, family ghar par thi… lekin Kaveri phir se usi andhere mein ja rahi thi jahan se uski innocence chheen li gayi thi.


Car ki tinted windows ke peeche se duniya bilkul alag ho chuki thi. College ke peeche wali sadak chhod kar SUV ab jungle ki gehri wadi mein ghus chuki thi – ek bilkul secluded jagah, jahan sirf ped-paudhe aur chhoti si nadi ki awaaz thi. Koi insaan nahi, koi gaadi nahi, sirf sannata aur subah ki thandi hawa. Driver ne car ko ek chhote se clearing mein rok diya aur bahar nikal kar door band kar diya – jaise yeh routine ho.

CM Rudra Reddy ne apni seat ko peeche slide kiya aur apni god mein haath patak kar Kaveri ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhein mein wohi purani bhook thi jo usne pehle villa mein dikhayi thi. “Aa ja beti… mere lap par baith. Bahut din ho gaye teri chut ko taste kiye hue.”



Kaveri ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uski ungliyan god mein kaanp rahi thi. “CM uncle… please… yahan mat… main… main college ja rahi thi…” Uski awaaz bahut halki aur roti hui thi, lekin Rudra ne uska haath pakad kar ek jhatke se apni god mein kheench liya. Kaveri ab uski god mein baith gayi thi – uski juicy gaand Rudra ke thighs par dab rahi thi, uski back uske solid chest se chipki hui. Rudra ne dono haathon se uski kamar ko pakad liya aur usko apne se aur tight chipka diya.

“Shhh… chup kar bhanji. Teri tight chut abhi bhi mujhe yaad hai. Pehli baar jab maine teri virginity li thi… woh blood aur woh teri cheekhein… aaj bas thoda sa taste karunga. Bite by bite.” Rudra ki awaaz dheemi aur hungry thi. Usne Kaveri ke baal ek taraf kiye aur uske neck par apna muh laga diya. Pehle ek halka sa kiss, phir ek chhota sa bite – uske sensitive skin ko apne daanton se pakad kar dheere se chusne laga.

“Aaahhh…” Kaveri ki halki si cheekh nikal gayi. Uski body ek current se kaanp gayi. Neck par woh bite abhi bhi jal raha tha. Rudra ne apni jeebh bahar nikaali aur uske neck ko lick karne laga – slow, wet, long licks jaise koi ice cream chus raha ho. Har lick ke saath uske muh se ek chhoti si “mmm” awaaz nikal rahi thi. “Bahut tasty hai teri skin beti… bilkul fresh aur sweet.”



Kaveri ke aansu behne lage. Woh apne haathon se Rudra ke chest ko dhakelne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin uski taakat nahi thi. “Uncle… please… ghar par sab soch rahe hain main college mein hoon… aap… aap mat karo…” Lekin Rudra ne uski kurti ke upar haath daal diya. Ek jhatke mein usne kurti ke buttons khol diye. Uski pink bra saamne thi – simple aur innocent. Rudra ne bra ke cup ko neeche kheench diya aur Kaveri ke bade-bade boobs bahar aa gaye.

“Wah… dekho yeh mamme… itne din baad bhi kitne tight aur pink hain.” Rudra ne ek boob ko apne haath mein pakda, usko squeeze kiya aur phir apna muh laga diya. Pehle nipple ko jeebh se lick kiya, phir pura muh mein le kar chusne laga – bite by bite, dheere-dheere. Uski daant nipple ko halke se kaat rahi thi, phir jeebh se chus raha tha. Dusre boob ko haath se masalte hue woh bol raha tha, “Mmm… teri body ka taste bilkul alag hai… jaise koi naya fruit ho… juicy aur sweet.”

Kaveri ki saansen tez ho gayi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi pehle wale dino ki chudai se thodi sensitive thi. Har bite aur lick ke saath uski body react kar rahi thi – nipples hard ho gaye the, chut mein ek ajab si garmi fail rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… dard ho raha hai… please dheere…” Woh ro rahi thi, lekin uski gaand Rudra ki god mein apne aap hil rahi thi.

Rudra ne has kar usko aur tight pakad liya. Usne Kaveri ko thoda sa upar uthaya aur uski jeans ki zip khol di. Ek jhatke mein jeans aur panty dono neeche sarkayi gayi – sirf uski taange tak. Ab Kaveri ki chut bilkul nangi thi – pink lips abhi bhi thodi swollen, lekin bilkul clean aur tight. Rudra ne apni ek ungli se uski chut ke lips ko chhua aur dheere se upar-neeche ghumaya.

“Bahut geeli ho gayi hai beti… dekho kitni juicy hai teri chut.” Usne ungli ko apne muh mein daal kar chus liya aur phir Kaveri ko god mein ghuma diya taaki uski back uske chest se lagi rahe aur chut seedhe uske muh ke saamne ho. Rudra ne apna muh neeche kiya aur pehla bite diya – chut ke upper lips ko apne hothon se pakad kar dheere se chus liya.



“Uffff… aaaahhhh!” Kaveri ki cheekh zor se nikal gayi. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Rudra ki jeebh ab chut ke andar ghusi thi – slow, long licks, har fold ko taste karte hue. Woh bite by bite chakh raha tha – pehle outer lips, phir clit ko jeebh se thoda sa kaat kar chusna, phir andar tak jeebh ghumana. Har lick ke saath uske muh se “mmm… bahut tasty… teri chut ka ras alag hai beti” ki awaaz nikal rahi thi.

Kaveri dono haathon se car ki seat ko pakde hue thi. Aansu uske gaalon par beh rahe the. “Uncle… please… meri chut… bahut sensitive hai… aaaahhh… mat chuso…” Lekin uski body betray kar rahi thi. Chut se clear juice nikal raha tha aur Rudra usko pura taste kar raha tha – jeebh andar-bahar, hothon se chusna, daanton se halka bite. Har bite ke saath Kaveri ki body ek current se kaanp jaati.

Rudra ne apne dono haathon se Kaveri ki gaand ko pakad liya aur usko apne muh par aur tight daba diya. Ab woh poori tarah se uski chut ko eat kar raha tha – noisy, wet, hungry licks. “Mmm… le beti… apni chut ka pura ras de… main bite by bite taste kar raha hoon… teri virginity wali chut ab meri favourite ho gayi hai.” Uski jeebh clit par tez- tez ghum rahi thi aur andar tak ghus rahi thi.

Kaveri ki saans phool rahi thi. Uski aankhein band thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… aaahhh… bahut… bahut ho raha hai…” Uski chut ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi, Rudra ka muh uske juice se chamak raha tha. Woh bite by bite taste kar raha tha – har inch ko chus kar, lick kar, aur dheere se kaat kar.



Car ke bahar jungle ka sannata tha. Andar sirf Kaveri ki halki cheekhein aur Rudra ki wet licking ki awaazen thi. Kaveri abhi bhi soch rahi thi – *Yeh kyun ho raha hai… Pushpa uncle ghar par theek hain… maa soch rahi hogi main college mein hoon… aur main yahan… uncle ki god mein… meri chut chuswa rahi hoon…*

Rudra ne apna muh thoda sa upar kiya, uske hoth Kaveri ke chut ke juice se tar the. Usne muskurate hue bola, “Abhi toh sirf taste kiya hai beti… ab asli chudai shuru karte hain.”

CM Rudra Reddy ne apna muh thoda sa upar kiya. Uski hoth aur jeebh Kaveri ki chut ke juice se chamak rahe the. Usne jeebh bahar nikaali aur ek lambi si lick di – pura chut ke lips se clit tak. “Mmm… bahut tasty ras aa raha hai beti… teri chut ab bilkul geeli ho chuki hai. Ab main isko drink karunga… pura ka pura.”

Kaveri ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Uski taange Rudra ki god mein kaanp rahi thi. “Uncle… please… bahut ho gaya… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh…” Lekin Rudra ne uski gaand ko dono haathon se aur zor se pakad liya aur usko apne muh par tight daba diya. Ab woh poori tarah se uski chut ko drink kar raha tha – jeebh andar ghusakar chut ke andar ka saara ras chus raha tha, hothon se lips ko pakad kar zor-zor se suck kar raha tha jaise koi juicy fruit ho.

Puch… puch… puch… wet sucking ki awaazen car ke andar goonj rahi thi. Rudra ki jeebh tez- tez andar-bahar ho rahi thi, har baar chut ke andar se fresh juice nikal kar uske muh mein ja raha tha. Woh swallow kar raha tha – loud gulping sounds ke saath. “Gulp… mmm… bahut sweet hai teri chut ka pani beti… pehle wali chudai ke baad bhi itna fresh… main pura drink kar raha hoon… le… aur nikal… apna ras de mujhe.”

Kaveri ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Uski chut ke muscles contract kar rahe the. “Aaaahhhh… uncle… bahut zor se… meri chut… aaaahhh… nikal raha hai…” Uske aansu beh rahe the, lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi neeche se upar tak fail rahi thi. Uski chut se ek tez dhaar nikli – clear aur thick juice Rudra ke muh mein bhar gaya. Rudra ne muh nahi hataya. Usne pura ras drink kar liya – jeebh se andar tak ghuma kar saaf kiya, hothon se chus kar last drop tak piya. Uska muh aur chin ab bilkul tar the, Kaveri ke chut ke ras se chamak rahe the.

“Bahut achha beti… teri pussy drink karne ka maza alag hi hai… ab teri gaand ka number hai.” Rudra ne muskurate hue bola. Usne Kaveri ko thoda sa upar uthaya aur usko god mein ghuma diya taaki ab uski gaand seedhe uske muh ke saamne ho. Kaveri ki juicy gaand ab bilkul nangi thi – pink aur tight hole, pehle wali chudai ke baad bhi abhi bhi sensitive.

Rudra ne dono haathon se Kaveri ki gaand ke cheeks ko faila diya. Uski tight pink ass hole saaf dikhai de raha tha. Usne pehle ek lambi si jeebh lick di – gaand ke hole se lekar upar tak. “Mmm… yeh toh aur tasty hai… bilkul clean aur tight.”

“Aaaahhhh… uncle… nahi… wahan mat… meri gaand… sharm aa rahi hai…” Kaveri ki cheekh nikal gayi. Uski body ek zor se kaanp gayi. Lekin Rudra ne koi sunai nahi di. Usne apni jeebh ko point kiya aur seedhe ass hole par laga diya. Pehle dheere-dheere circle banate hue lick kiya, phir jeebh ko andar thoda sa push kiya – wet aur warm.


Rudra ab poori tarah se Kaveri ki gaand eat kar raha tha. Jebhh andar-bahar, hothon se hole ko chus raha tha, daanton se halke se bite kar raha tha. “Mmm… teri gaand ka taste bilkul alag hai beti… juicy aur tight… main ise bhi drink kar raha hoon… pura ka pura.” Uski jeebh tez ho chuki thi – deep rimming, noisy licking, sucking sounds car ke sannate mein goonj rahe the. Har lick ke saath Kaveri ki gaand thodi si khul rahi thi aur Rudra uske andar tak taste kar raha tha.

Kaveri dono haathon se car ki seat ko pakde hue thi. Uski aankhein band thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut gandi feeling ho rahi hai… meri gaand… aaaahhh… please nikaalo jeebh…” Lekin uski body phir se betray kar rahi thi. Gaand ke andar se ek naya si sensation fail rahi thi – dard ke saath maza bhi. Uski chut abhi bhi leak kar rahi thi, juice uski thighs par beh raha tha.

Rudra ne ek haath se Kaveri ki chut ko bhi rub karna shuru kar diya jabki dusra haath gaand ko failaye hue tha. Uski jeebh ab full speed mein ass hole ke andar ghum rahi thi – wet, deep, hungry eating. “Le beti… teri gaand bhi ab meri ho gayi… main ise bhi chus raha hoon… mmm… bahut tight aur tasty… teri virginity wali gaand ab poori tarah meri hai.”

Jungle ke bahar subah ki hawa chal rahi thi, ped ki pattiyan hil rahi thi. Car ke andar sirf Kaveri ki halki roti cheekhein aur Rudra ki wet ass eating ki noisy awaazen thi. Kaveri ab sirf ro rahi thi – sharm, dar aur forced pleasure ka milan uske andar toofan macha raha tha. *Yeh kyun… maa soch rahi hogi main college mein hoon… aur main yahan… uncle ki god mein… meri chut drink karwane ke baad ab meri gaand bhi chuswa rahi hoon… Pushpa uncle ko kuch nahi pata…*

Rudra ne apna muh thoda sa hataya, uske hoth ab bhi tar the. Usne Kaveri ki gaand par ek zor ka kiss kiya aur muskurate hue bola, “Ab asli maza shuru hota hai beti… teri dono holes ko ready kar diya hai maine.”

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CM Rudra Reddy ne apna muh Kaveri ki gaand se hataya. Uski jeebh aur hoth abhi bhi uske chut aur gaand ke ras se chamak rahe the. Usne ek zor ka kiss Kaveri ki gaand par maara aur usko thoda sa upar uthakar apni god mein seedha kar diya. Kaveri ab uske saamne baithi thi – uski taange Rudra ki thighs ke dono taraf faili hui, uski nangi chut aur gaand abhi bhi tar aur sensitive thi. Uski saansen tez tez chal rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari hui.

“Ab asli maza shuru hota hai beti,” Rudra ne muskurate hue bola, uski awaaz mein garmi aur command tha. Usne apni zip kholi aur apna mota, laal, veiny lund bahar nikaal diya. Woh pehle se hi sakht aur khada tha – 8 inch ka mota lund, top par se pre-cum nikal raha tha. “Dekho beti… teri pussy aur ass drink karne ke baad ab mera lund bhi taste kar. Ab tu mujhe blowjob degi… pura muh mein le kar chusegi.”

Kaveri ki aankhein phail gayi. Uski body kaanp rahi thi. “CM uncle… please… nahi… main… main yeh nahi kar sakti… ghar par sab wait kar rahe hain… maa soch rahi hogi main college mein hoon…” Uske aansu behne lage, lekin Rudra ne uske baal pakad liye aur uska sar neeche ki taraf dhakel diya.

“Chup kar bhanji. Teri chut aur gaand ko maine itna pyar se chusa… ab tu mera lund chusegi. Jaldi se muh khol… warna Pushpa bhaiya ko phir se jail bhej dunga.” Rudra ki awaaz ab strict thi. Usne Kaveri ke muh ke saamne apna lund laga diya – uska mota top Kaveri ke hothon ko chhu raha tha.

Kaveri ne ro-ro kar muh khola. Rudra ne turant apna lund andar dhakel diya – pehle sirf top, phir dheere-dheere pura lund uske muh mein. Kaveri ki aankhein badi ho gayi, uska muh poora stretch ho gaya. “Mmmphhh… ggg… uffff…” uske muh se sirf garam garam awaazen nikal rahi thi.

Rudra ne uske baal ko aur zor se pakad liya aur uska sar upar-neeche karne laga. “Haan beti… aise hi… chus mera lund… teri virgin muh ki garmai bahut achhi lag rahi hai.” Kaveri ki jeebh apne aap lund ke neeche ghum rahi thi. Woh zor-zor se suck kar rahi thi – uske hoth lund ke around tight ho rahe the, gaal andar dhase hue the. Har baar Rudra lund andar dhakel raha tha, Kaveri ki gale tak pahunch raha tha.



“Gggg… mmmphhh… aaaahhh…” Kaveri ke muh se laar tapak rahi thi, lund ke saath mil kar uske chin par beh rahi thi. Rudra ne usko aur gehra dhakel diya – ab lund uske gale ke andar tak ja raha tha. Deepthroat. Kaveri ki aankhein se aansu beh rahe the, uski naak se saans lene ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Rudra ne rok nahi diya. “Bahut achha… teri throat kitni tight hai beti… jaise teri chut aur gaand… pura lund andar le… chus… jeebh ghuma… haan aise hi…”

Rudra ab apni god mein baith kar Kaveri ka sar pakde hue zor-zor se muh chod raha tha. Har thrust ke saath uska lund Kaveri ke muh mein andar-bahar ho raha tha – wet, sloppy, noisy sucking sounds car ke andar goonj rahe the. Kaveri ke boobs upar-neeche hil rahe the, nipples hard the. Uski chut abhi bhi leak kar rahi thi – Rudra ke pussy drink aur ass eating ke baad abhi bhi geeli thi.

“Le beti… mera lund pura taste kar… teri bhabhi Srivalli bhi aise hi chusti hai… lekin teri muh ki tightness alag hi hai… virgin wali feeling…” Rudra ki awaaz mein mazaa tha. Usne ek haath se Kaveri ke boobs ko masalna shuru kar diya jabki dusre haath se uska sar control kar raha tha.

Kaveri ab sirf ro rahi thi – halke-halke sobs, muh bhara hua, laar aur pre-cum ka mix uske muh se bahar nikal raha tha. *Yeh kyun ho raha hai… main college jaane ka jhooth bol kar aayi thi… aur ab uncle ka lund muh mein le kar chus rahi hoon… maa, Pushpa uncle… sabko dhokha de rahi hoon… meri chut aur gaand chuswane ke baad ab yeh…*

Rudra ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Usne Kaveri ke sar ko aur zor se pakad liya aur tez- tez dhakke maare. “Haan beti… ab jaldi se… mera maal nikalne wala hai… pura muh mein le… swallow kar… aaaahhh…”

Aakhir mein Rudra ne ek zor ka dhakka maara, pura lund Kaveri ke gale tak ghusa diya aur ruk gaya. Uska lund phadakne laga aur garam-garam cum ki dhaar seedhe uske muh mein bharne lagi. “Le… le beti… pura pi le… teri reward hai yeh…”

Kaveri ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Cum itna zyada tha ki uske muh se bahar nikalne laga tha. Usne zor-zor se swallow kiya – gulping sounds ke saath, aansu behate hue. Rudra ne pura maal uske muh mein nikaal diya aur lund bahar nikaalte hue uske hothon par last drop laga diya.

Kaveri cough kar rahi thi, muh se cum aur laar ka mix tapak raha tha. Rudra ne uske gaal par haath pher kar muskuraya, “Bahut achha blowjob diya beti… ab teri dono holes aur muh sab ready hain… agle time poori chudai karenge.”


CM Rudra Reddy ne apna lund Kaveri ke muh se bahar nikaala. Uska mota laal lund abhi bhi sakht tha, cum aur laar se chamak raha tha. Kaveri cough kar rahi thi, uske muh se white maal aur laar ka mix tapak raha tha chin par. Usne apne aansu ponchhe aur apni kurti theek karne ki koshish ki, lekin Rudra ne uski kamar pakad kar ek jhatke se phir se apni god mein bitha diya.

“Ab asli chudai shuru hoti hai beti,” Rudra ne garam saans mein bola. Uski aankhein mein bhook aur gussa dono the. “Pehle teri chut drink ki, gaand chusi, muh choda… ab tu meri god mein baith kar mujhe chodegi. Heavy sitting fuck… pura lund andar le kar.”

Kaveri ki body thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. “CM uncle… please… main thak gayi hoon… meri chut aur gaand abhi bhi jal rahi hai… aap mat karo…” Lekin Rudra ne uski jeans aur panty ko poora neeche utar diya aur apna lund seedhe uski chut ke entrance par laga diya. Kaveri ab uske saamne god mein baithi thi – uski taange Rudra ki thighs ke dono taraf faili hui, uski juicy gaand uske lap par dab rahi thi.



Rudra ne dono haathon se Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad liya aur ek hi zor ka dhakka diya.

“AAAHHHHHHHH…!” Kaveri ki cheekh car ke andar goonj gayi. Rudra ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein poora andar tak ghusa tha – uski tight chut ko phaad kar, pehle wale dino ki swelling ke bawajood. “Uncle… bahut mota hai… meri chut phat jayegi… aaaahhh… dheere…”

Lekin Rudra ne dheere nahi kiya. Usne Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad kar usko upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya – heavy, fast, sitting style mein. Har baar Kaveri ki gaand uski thighs par zor se takrati thi – puch… puch… puch… puch… ki tez awaaz car ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Rudra ka lund poora andar-bahar ho raha tha, balls tak takrata hua.

“Haan beti… aise hi… meri god mein baith kar chud… teri tight chut abhi bhi bahut tight hai… le… le aur zor se…” Rudra ki awaaz garam aur heavy thi. Usne ek haath se Kaveri ke boobs pakad liye aur zor-zor se masalne laga, dusre haath se uski kamar ko neeche dhakel kar aur tez dhakke de raha tha.

Kaveri ki body ek machine ki tarah upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Har dhakke mein uski chut poori tarah stretch ho rahi thi, Rudra ka lund uske andar tak pahunch kar uske cervix ko takra raha tha. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut zor se… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh… mat… mat itna zor se…” Uski aankhein band thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. Uski badi gaand har baar Rudra ki thighs par zor se gir rahi thi, red ho chuki thi.

Rudra ab full speed mein heavy sitting fuck kar raha tha. Usne Kaveri ko apne se chipka liya aur apni god mein usko bounce karne laga – upar uthakar pura lund bahar, phir neeche dhakel kar poora andar. Har thrust mein car ki seat hil rahi thi. “Le beti… teri bhanji wali chut ko main aise hi chodunga… heavy aur zor se… teri virginity maine li thi… ab har baar yeh chut meri rahegi…”

Kaveri ke boobs upar-neeche zor-zor se hil rahe the. Nipples hard the aur Rudra unko chus raha tha jabki dhakke chal rahe the. Uski chut se zor-zor se juice nikal raha tha – Rudra ke lund par chamak raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath ek wet ‘puch puch’ sound ho raha tha. Kaveri ki gaand aur thighs paseene se tar ho chuki thi.

“Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut deep ja raha hai… meri chut phat jayegi… aaaahhhh… please thoda dheere…” Kaveri ro rahi thi, lekin uski body apne aap Rudra ke dhakkon ke saath move kar rahi thi. Uski chut ke muscles lund ko andar se jakad rahe the. Dard ke saath maza bhi aa raha tha – heavy, painful, non-stop chudai.


Rudra ne uski kamar ko aur zor se pakad liya aur ab aur tez dhakke maare – bilkul animal jaisa. “Haan… cheekh beti… teri cheekhein sun kar mera lund aur sakht ho raha hai… le… le aur zor se… teri gaand meri god par kitni zor se gir rahi hai… maza aa raha hai na?”

Kaveri sirf cheekh rahi thi – “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… uncle… main mar jaungi… bahut heavy fuck kar rahe ho… meri chut… aaaahhhh!” Uski body ek zor ke current se kaanp gayi aur uski chut se ek tez squirt nikal gaya – Rudra ke lund par aur uski thighs par. Lekin Rudra ne rukne nahi diya. Woh abhi bhi usko god mein baithakar zor-zor se chod raha tha.

Jungle ke bahar subah ki hawa chal rahi thi, lekin car ke andar sirf skin ki takrahat, wet chudai ki awaazen aur Kaveri ki roti cheekhein thi. Kaveri ab bilkul toot chuki thi – uski aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh khula, body Rudra ke dhakkon ke saath hil rahi thi.

Rudra ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Usne Kaveri ko aur tight pakad liya aur bola, “Ab jaldi se… mera maal teri chut mein bharne wala hai beti… le pura… teri god mein baith kar hi le…”

CM Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko apni god mein aur tight chipka liya. Uski moti gaand ab bilkul uski thighs par dab rahi thi, uski nangi chut Rudra ke moti lund par poori tarah se baithi hui thi. “Ab bilkul god mein baithke chudai karungi tu beti… main tujhe upar-neeche karunga… pura lund teri chut mein ghusa kar… heavy aur zor-zor se.”

Rudra ne dono haathon se Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad liya aur usko thoda sa upar uthaya. Uska lund chut ke entrance par tha – phir ek hi zor ka dhakka.

“AAAHHHHHHHH… uncle… bahut mota… meri chut phat rahi hai… aaaahhh!” Kaveri ki cheekh car ke andar goonj gayi. Rudra ka poora mota lund ek hi jhatke mein uski tight chut mein andar tak ghusa tha. Ab Kaveri bilkul god mein baithi hui thi – uski taange Rudra ki dono taraf faili hui, uski juicy gaand uske lap par zor se dab rahi thi.



Rudra ne turant rhythm pakad liya. Usne Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad kar usko upar uthaya aur phir zor se neeche dhakel diya. Puch… puch… puch… puch… ki tez awaaz har baar hone lagi. Kaveri ki gaand Rudra ki thighs par zor-zor se takrat thi. Har dhakke mein uska lund poora andar tak ghusta, balls tak takrata hua, aur phir bahar nikal kar phir se andar.

“Haan beti… aise hi god mein baithke chud… teri chut kitni tight hai… le… le aur zor se…” Rudra ki awaaz garam aur bhari hui thi. Usne apni god ko thoda sa age ki taraf kiya taaki har baar Kaveri ki gaand zor se girti. Uski kamar ko pakad kar woh usko upar-neeche bounce kar raha tha jaise koi doll ho – heavy, fast, non-stop.

Kaveri ki body ek machine ki tarah hil rahi thi. Uski badi gaand har thrust par Rudra ki lap par zor se gir rahi thi, red ho chuki thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut deep ja raha hai… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh… itna zor se mat… main mar jaungi…” Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari hui thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. Lekin uski chut Rudra ke lund ko andar se jakad rahi thi, juice zor-zor se nikal raha tha.

Rudra ne ek haath se Kaveri ke boobs pakad liye aur zor-zor se masalne laga, dusre haath se uski kamar ko neeche dhakel kar aur tez dhakke de raha tha. “Le beti… god mein baithke hi le mera lund… teri gaand meri thighs par kitni zor se gir rahi hai… maza aa raha hai na? Teri chut ab meri god mein baithkar hi chudegi har baar…”

Har dhakke mein car ki seat hil rahi thi. Kaveri ki chut poori tarah stretch ho chuki thi – Rudra ka lund andar tak pahunch kar uske cervix ko takra raha tha. Uski gaand har baar zor se girti, skin ki takrahat ki awaaz pura car bhar rahi thi. “Puch… puch… puch… puch…” ki tez, wet chudai ki awaazen jungle ke sannate ko chod rahi thi.

Kaveri ab bilkul toot chuki thi. Uski body apne aap Rudra ke dhakkon ke saath move kar rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut heavy fuck kar rahe ho… meri chut… aaaahhhh… phat jayegi… lekin… lekin andar tak feel ho raha hai…” Uski chut se ek aur tez squirt nikal gaya – Rudra ke lund par aur uski thighs par chamak raha tha. Lekin Rudra ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh abhi bhi Kaveri ko god mein baithakar zor-zor se chod raha tha – upar uthakar pura lund bahar, phir neeche dhakel kar poora andar.

Rudra ne Kaveri ko apne se chipka liya aur uske neck par bite karte hue bola, “Haan beti… aise hi god mein baithke chud… teri gaand meri god par kitni soft aur juicy hai… har baar girne par mera lund aur sakht ho jata hai… le… le aur zor se…”

Kaveri sirf cheekh rahi thi – “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… uncle… bahut zor se… meri chut… aaaahhhh… main nahi reh paungi…” Uski body ek zor ke current se kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut ke muscles Rudra ke lund ko andar se zor-zor se jakad rahe the.

Rudra ki saansen ab bahut tez ho chuki thi. Usne Kaveri ki kamar ko aur zor se pakad liya aur god mein baithkar final heavy dhakke maare – bilkul tezi se, zor-zor se, jaise koi hammer ho. “Ab jaldi se beti… mera maal teri chut mein bharne wala hai… god mein baithke hi le pura… aaaahhh…”

Ek final zor ka dhakka – Rudra ne Kaveri ko poori tarah neeche dhakel diya aur apna lund uski chut ke andar sabse gehre tak ghusa diya. Uska lund phadakne laga aur garam-garam cum ki dhaar zor-zor se Kaveri ki chut ke andar bharne lagi. “Le… le beti… pura maal teri chut mein… god mein baithkar hi le…”

Cum itna zyada tha ki Kaveri ki chut se bahar nikal kar Rudra ki thighs par behne laga. Kaveri ki body ek final current se kaanp gayi aur woh Rudra ki god mein hi let gayi, thak kar, ro kar, chut se cum tapak raha tha.



Rudra ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya, “Bahut achhi chudai thi beti… god mein baithke heavy fuck ka maza alag hi hai… ab ghar ja… normal ban ke. Agle message ka wait karna.”

Car dheere se wapas college ki taraf badh rahi thi. Kaveri apne kapde theek kar rahi thi, chut se cum leak hota hua, body thak kar larz rahi thi. Haveli mein sab kuch abhi bhi normal tha – Pushpa garden mein baitha tha, Srivalli chai bana rahi thi. Kisi ko kuch nahi pata tha.

Car ab college ke back gate ke bilkul paas ruk chuki thi. Subah ki dhoop ab tez ho chuki thi, lekin Kaveri ke andar raat jaisa andhera tha. Rudra ne apni god se usko thoda sa upar kiya. Uski chut abhi bhi uske lund ke cum se bhari hui thi – garam maal chut ke andar se dheere-dheere leak ho raha tha, uski thighs par beh raha tha. Rudra ne uske chehre ko dono haathon se pakda, uski aankhon mein dekha aur zor se kiss kar diya. Uski jeebh Kaveri ke muh mein ghusi, uske hoth ko chusne laga jaise abhi bhi uski chut chus raha ho.

“Mmm… bahut achha tha aaj beti,” Rudra ne kiss ke beech mein bola, uski saans garam thi. “Teri god mein baithke heavy chudai ka maza alag hi tha. Ab ja… normal ban ke. Hum phir milenge jaldi hi. We will meet again soon.” Usne ek last chhota sa kiss uske hoth par maara aur car ka door khol diya.

Kaveri ki taange kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi phuli hui aur jal rahi thi – Rudra ke heavy dhakkon aur creampie ke baad har movement mein dard ki current daud rahi thi. Usne apni jeans aur panty upar kheench li, lekin cum abhi bhi andar se nikal raha tha, panty ko geela kar raha tha. Woh bahar nikli – walk thodi si limp thi, gaand aur chut dono mein dard tha. Car dheere se nikal gayi. Kaveri ne peeche mud kar dekha, aankhein bhar aayi, lekin usne aansu rok liye.



College ke back gate se andar aate hi woh seedhe girls washroom ki taraf bhagi. Subah ka time tha, zyadatar students classes mein the, washroom khali tha. Woh ek cabin mein ghus kar door band kar diya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein laal thi, chehra paseene aur aansuon se tar. Usne jeans neeche utari – panty poori tarah cum se soaked thi. Rudra ka thick white maal uski chut se bahar nikal raha tha, thighs par beh raha tha.

Kaveri ne tissue paper liya aur apni chut ko saaf karne lagi. Har touch par dard ki tez lahar uth rahi thi. “Aaaahhh…” usne halki si cheekh maari. Tissue par cum ke white streaks aa rahe the – bahut saara maal jo Rudra ne uski chut ke andar bhar diya tha. Woh zor-zor se saaf kar rahi thi, lekin har baar tissue andar touch karne par usko yaad aa jata tha – god mein baithkar heavy dhakke, uski gaand Rudra ki thighs par takrat hui, woh squirt… sab kuch.

Aansu behne lage. Kaveri ne sink ke paas jaakar muh dhoya, laar aur cum ka taste abhi bhi muh mein tha. Woh mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi aur phoot-phoot kar rone lagi. “Kyun… kyun yeh sab ho raha hai mere saath? Main toh sirf Pushpa uncle ke liye madad maangne gayi thi… aur ab… ab main unki randi ban chuki hoon. Maa soch rahi hogi main college mein padh rahi hoon… aur main yahan washroom mein apni chut saaf kar rahi hoon uncle ke cum se bhari hui…”

Rona ruk nahi raha tha. Woh floor par baith gayi, knees ko seene se chipka kar, aur zor-zor se royi. Uski chut abhi bhi jal rahi thi, gaand par Rudra ke haathon ke nishaan the. Har saans ke saath dard yaad dilata tha ki abhi kuch ghante pehle woh Rudra ki god mein baithkar cheekh rahi thi.

Bahut der baad woh washroom se bahar nikli. Chehra dhoya hua tha, kapde theek kiye hue, lekin andar se tooti hui. College ka garden side mein ek chhota sa bench tha – jahan koi nahi aata tha. Kaveri wahan chali gayi aur baith gayi. Subah se shaam tak woh wahin baithi rahi – phone silent mode par, bag side mein. Log aate-jaate rahe, classes khatam hue, lekin woh hil nahi. Uski aankhein garden ke pedon par tik gayi thi, lekin dimag mein sirf ek hi film chal rahi thi – Rudra ki god, heavy dhakke, uski cheekhein, aur woh promise “we will meet again soon”.



Shaam hone tak dhoop dheere pad chuki thi. Kaveri ne apna phone check kiya – maa ke 4-5 missed calls. Usne ek deep saans li, aankhein ponchi, muskurane ki practice ki aur ghar ki taraf nikal gayi.

Haveli pahunchte hi darwaza khula. Maa ne gale lagaya, “Beta Kaveri… itni der kyun? College mein kya tha aaj?” Kaveri ne halki si muskaan se jhooth bol diya, “Haan maa… extra lecture tha. Assignment submit karna tha.” Pushpa uncle garden mein baitha tha, usne haath hila kar bulaya, “Bhanji… aa ja. Chai pi le.” Srivalli kitchen se bahar aayi, uske chehre par normal muskaan thi, “Kaveri beta, theek hai na? Aaj thak gayi lag rahi hai.”

Kaveri ne sabko gale lagaya, muskuraya aur bola, “Sab theek hai aunty… bas thoda zyada classes the.” Woh andar gayi, apne room mein bag rakh kar fresh hone chali gayi. Bathroom mein jaakar phir se apni chut ko saaf kiya – ab bhi thoda cum leak ho raha tha. Aansu ek baar phir beh gaye, lekin usne turant ponchh liye.

Raat ko dinner table par sab log baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Pushpa uncle empire ke plans bata rahe the, Srivalli unke paas baithi thi, maa aur chachi khush the. Kaveri chup-chaap khana kha rahi thi, muskurane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Bahar se sab kuch normal tha – family, pyar, sukoon.

Lekin Kaveri ke andar toofan chal raha tha. Har baar jab woh chair par shift karti, chut ka dard usko yaad dilata tha ki aaj subah woh Rudra ki god mein baithkar cheekh rahi thi. *We will meet again soon…* yeh sentence uske dimag mein ghum raha tha. Woh jaanti thi – yeh khatam nahi hua hai. Sirf ek din ka break tha.

[Joker44]

Bohot dino baad maine itna bada aur detailed update diya hai. Umeed hai aap sabko pasand aayega. Like aur comment karke zaroor batana ki update kaisa laga.

[Shabaz123]

Bhai bohot zabardast comeback kiya aap ne.....aap ki writing skills bohot hi achi he....pls story ko aage bhi continue kijiye ga

[Rinkp219]

Sabhi update bahut hii khatarnak update tha Bhai ...... garam.mast....


Waiting more politician gangbang kaveri

[Dj Gulzar]

Nice ??

[amanmomin]

nice bro .....

[Joker44]

Raat ke 11:30 baj chuke the. Haveli mein sab jagah sannata fail gaya tha. Pushpa uncle apne bedroom mein Srivalli ke saath so chuke the. Maa aur chachi bhi apne rooms mein the. Sirf corridor ki ek halki si bulb jal rahi thi. Kaveri apne room ke darwaze ko dheere se band kiya, lock laga diya aur light off kar di. Room mein sirf chandni ki thodi si roshni window se aa rahi thi.


Woh bed par let gayi. Kapde abhi bhi college wale hi the – simple kurti aur jeans. Uski body thak kar larz rahi thi. Jaise hi usne aankhein band ki, aaj ka pura din uske dimag mein ek film ki tarah chal gaya.



Pehla scene: college back gate par black SUV rukti hui. Uski umeed Jolly bhaiya ki thi… lekin darwaza khula aur CM Rudra uncle bahar nikle the. Uski saans ruk gayi thi us waqt.

Phir car mein… uski god mein baithna… uski kurti ke buttons khulte hue… uske mamme bahar nikal kar unke muh mein… “Mmm… bahut tasty hai teri skin beti…”

Kaveri ne apne hothon ko kaat liya. Uski ungliyan bed sheet ko zor se pakad rahi thi. Lekin flashbacks ruk nahi rahe the.

Rudra uncle ki jeebh uski chut par… zor-zor se chusna… “Pura drink kar raha hoon teri chut ka ras…” Uski gaand failakar jeebh andar tak ghusedna… deep rimming… wet licking ki awaazen… “Teri gaand ka taste alag hi hai beti…”

Uski chut abhi bhi halki si jal rahi thi. Woh apne aap ko rok nahi paayi. Haath neeche chala gaya aur kurti ke upar se apni chut par halka sa pressure diya. “Aaaahhh…” ek halki si saans nikal gayi. Dard tha… lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi.

Phir blowjob ka scene… Rudra uncle ka mota lund uske muh mein… gale tak… laar aur cum ka mix tapak raha tha… “Chus beti… pura swallow kar…”

Aur sabse bada… god mein baithkar heavy chudai.

Kaveri ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski saansen tez ho chuki thi. Woh soch rahi thi – us waqt woh Rudra uncle ki god mein bilkul nangi baithi thi… uski gaand unki thighs par zor-zor se gir rahi thi… “Puch… puch… puch…” ki tez awaazen… unka lund uski chut mein poora andar-bahar… cervix tak takrata hua… “Aise hi god mein baithke chud beti… teri tight chut ab meri hai…”

Uski chut ab geeli hone lagi thi. Haath neeche slide ho gaya. Panties ke upar se usne apni clit ko halke se ragadna shuru kar diya. “Uncle… bahut zor se chod rahe the… meri chut phat gayi thi… lekin phir bhi… main cheekh rahi thi…” Aansu uski aankhon se behne lage.



Woh zor se ro padi. “Kyun… kyun main yeh sab hone de rahi hoon? Main Pushpa uncle ki bhanji hoon… maa mujhe itna pyar karti hai… aur main… main unke dushman ki god mein baithkar apni chut chudwa rahi thi? Woh creampie… abhi bhi meri chut ke andar thoda sa baaki hai… main washroom mein kitni baar saaf ki… phir bhi…”

Uski ungliyan ab andar slip ho gayi thi. Woh apni chut ko halke-halke rub kar rahi thi, lekin rona nahi ruk raha tha. “We will meet again soon… unka yeh sentence… mujhe dar lag raha hai… agle baar kya karenge? Jolly bhaiya bhi saath honge? Ya dono mil kar mujhe aur bhabhi ko saath mein…”

Flashback mein Rudra uncle ka final dhakka… uske lund ka phadakna… garam cum ki dhaar uski chut ke andar bharna… “Le beti… pura maal teri chut mein… god mein baithkar hi le…”

Kaveri ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Uski ungliyan tez ho chuki thi. Woh apne aap ko ragad rahi thi, ro rahi thi, cheekh rahi thi – lekin bahut dheemi awaaz mein taaki koi na sun le. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut dard hua tha… lekin… lekin meri chut kyun geeli ho rahi thi? Main kya ho gayi hoon? Pehle virgin thi… ab… ab har baar unka lund yaad aate hi…”



Ek chhoti si climax aa gaya. Uski chut se thoda sa juice nikal aaya. Woh thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. Aansu non-stop beh rahe the.

Woh bed par let gayi, haath muh par rakh kar. “Main kya kar rahi hoon? Pushpa uncle ghar par theek hain… empire wapas bana rahe hain… aur main… main unki bhanji hoon jo unke dushman ke lund ke neeche cheekh rahi thi. Agar maa ko pata chal gaya… agar bhabhi ko pata chal gaya… toh kya hoga?”

Bahut der tak woh roti rahi. Phir thak kar so gayi. Sapne mein bhi wohi god… wohi heavy dhakke… Rudra uncle ka muskurata chehra… “We will meet again soon…”

Subah hone wali thi. Kaveri jaanti thi – yeh raat sirf ek break thi. Agla message jaldi hi aayega.

Kuch din aur guzar gaye the. Haveli mein zindagi bilkul normal chal rahi thi – jaise koi toofan kabhi aaya hi nahi tha. Subah Pushpa uncle garden mein baith kar apne purane sandalwood business ke plans bana rahe the, unki awaaz mein ab purani taakat wapas aa chuki thi. “Rani, ab hum phir se empire ko khada karenge. Tumhari madad ke bina main kuch nahi kar paata,” woh har subah Srivalli se kehte aur uska haath pakad lete. Srivalli muskurati, unke liye chai banati, unke kapde ready karti – perfect pativrata patni. Uske stitches ab poori tarah heal ho chuke the, lekin kabhi-kabhi jab woh jhukti ya tez chalti, tab bhi ek halki si yaad aa jaati thi… Dave ke villa ki raatein, gangbang, woh double chudai… lekin woh sab chhupa leti. Bahar se woh sukoon bhari lagti thi.

Kaveri bhi college jaati, ghar aati, maa ke saath kitchen mein madad karti. Uski walk ab normal thi, chehra pe muskaan thi, lekin andar se woh har raat toot rahi thi. Rudra uncle ka “we will meet again soon” uske dimag mein ghumta rehta tha. Har subah uth kar woh apni chut ko mirror mein dekhti – thoda sa swelling abhi bhi tha, creampie ki yaad abhi bhi andar jalati thi. Lekin family ke saamne woh bilkul normal thi.

Us din shaam hone wali thi. Dinner ke baad sab log drawing room mein baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Pushpa uncle ne thak kar jaldi so jaane ka plan banaya. Maa aur chachi bhi apne rooms mein chali gayi. Sirf Srivalli aur Kaveri terrace par chai le kar baith gayi thi. Yeh unka chhota sa routine ban gaya tha – dono behenein terrace par baith kar halki baatein karti thi. Aaj bhi terrace par thandi hawa chal rahi thi, chandni ki roshni faili hui thi, aur door se haveli ke lights chamak rahe the.

Srivalli ne apni chai ki cup table par rakha aur Kaveri ki taraf dekha. Kaveri chup-chaap baithi thi, aankhein neeche, chai ko haathon mein pakde hue. Uski ungliyan cup ko itni zor se pakad rahi thi jaise woh toot jayega.

“Beta Kaveri… tu theek toh hai na?” Srivalli ne dheere se poocha, uski awaaz mein pyar aur chinta dono thi. “Aaj kal tu bahut thaki hui lag rahi hai. College mein kya ho raha hai? Assignments ka pressure hai kya?”

Kaveri ne jaldi se muskurane ki koshish ki. “Nahi bhabhi… sab theek hai. Bas… thoda zyada classes hain. Assignment bhi bahut hain.” Uski awaaz normal thi, lekin aankhein neeche thi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si jal rahi thi – Rudra uncle ke heavy god-mein-baithke dhakkon ki yaad har baar chair par baithne par taaza ho jaati thi.

Srivalli ne uske kandhe par haath rakh diya. “Beta, mujhe jhooth mat bol. Main teri bhabhi hoon na? Teri aankhon mein kuch chhupa hua hai. Tu ro rahi hai kya raat ko? Main ne dekha hai… subah uth kar teri aankhein laal rehti hain.”

Kaveri ki aankhein bhar aayi. Usne jaldi se aansu ponchhne ki koshish ki, lekin ek boond nikal hi gayi. “Bhabhi… main… main theek hoon sach mein. Bas… college ka stress hai. Pushpa uncle theek ho gaye hain na? Unke liye sab theek hai… bas main thodi thak jaati hoon.”

Srivalli ne usko apne se chipka liya. Uski apni aankhein bhi nam ho gayi thi. Usne apne past ki yaadein rokne ki koshish ki – Dave ke villa, Jolly ke blackmail, woh stitches wali surgery, woh raatein jab woh Pushpa ke paas leti thi lekin andar se Dave ke lund ki yaad aa rahi hoti thi. “Beta… main jaanti hoon zindagi mein kabhi-kabhi aise din aate hain jab sab kuch theek lagta hai bahar se, lekin andar se toofan chal raha hota hai. Main bhi… main bhi kabhi-kabhi aisa feel karti hoon.”




Kaveri ne Srivalli ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhein badi ho gayi. “Bhabhi… aap? Aap toh hamesha itni strong ho… Pushpa uncle ke liye itna sab kiya… ministers se madad maangi… aapko kya problem ho sakti hai?”

Srivalli ne halki si muskaan di, lekin uski aankhein door ki taraf dekh rahi thi. “Beta, har insaan ke andar kuch chhupa hota hai. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon ki maine jo kiya… woh sirf Pushpa ji ke liye tha… lekin kabhi-kabhi lagta hai jaise meri body aur dimag dono alag ho gaye hain. Tu bhi aisa feel kar rahi hai kya? Koi baat hai jo tu mujhe bata nahi paa rahi?”

Kaveri ke aansu ab ruk nahi rahe the. Woh Srivalli ke kandhe par sir rakh kar ro padi – halke-halke sobs. “Bhabhi… main… main dar rahi hoon. College… aur… aur kuch log… mujhe lagta hai jaise sab kuch control se bahar ho raha hai. Main maa ko bata nahi sakti… Pushpa uncle ko toh bilkul nahi… woh itne khush hain ab… main unko dukh nahi dena chahti.”

Srivalli ne uske baal sehlaaye. Uski apni chut mein ek halki si current daud gayi – purani yaadon ki. “Beta… jo bhi hai, tu akeli nahi hai. Main hoon na tere saath. Agar kabhi mann kare toh mujhe bata dena. Hum dono behenein hain… hum ek dusre ka bojh baant sakte hain. Bas yaad rakh – bahar se jo bhi ho, andar se hum strong rahenge. Pushpa uncle ke liye… family ke liye.”

Dono bahenein terrace par chipak kar baithi rahi. Hawa thandi thi, chandni unke chehron par pad rahi thi. Kaveri ro rahi thi, Srivalli usko sehla rahi thi. Dono ke andar alag-alag toofan the – Srivalli ko apne past ki yaad aa rahi thi, Kaveri ko Rudra uncle ki god aur heavy chudai ki. Lekin dono ne apna sach chhupa liya. Sirf ek chhoti si sisterly connection ban gayi thi – dono jaanti thi ki kuch galat ho raha hai, lekin dono hi chhupa rahi thi.

Bahut der baad Kaveri ne apne aansu ponchhe aur muskurane ki koshish ki. “Thank you bhabhi… aap hain isliye main strong feel karti hoon.” Srivalli ne uske sar par kiss kiya. “Hamesha mere paas aa jaana beta.”

Dono neeche aa gayi. Ghar mein sab so chuke the. Bahar se sab kuch normal tha – pyar, family, sukoon.

Lekin terrace par chhupi hui woh baat dono ke dil mein bas gayi thi. Agla toofan kab aayega… dono jaanti thi… lekin abhi sirf chhupa rahi thi.

Agla din subah se hi haveli mein normal si hawa thi. Pushpa Raj garden mein baith kar apne purane contacts se baat kar raha tha, empire ko wapas khada karne ke plans bana raha tha. Uski awaaz mein ab purani taakat wapas aa chuki thi. Srivalli kitchen mein uske liye nashta bana rahi thi, perfect pativrata patni ban kar. Kaveri apne room mein thi, raat ki guilt se abhi bhi thodi si tooti hui, lekin bahar se normal acting kar rahi thi. Sab kuch sukoon bhara lag raha tha.

Tabhi darwaza khula. Jolly Reddy andar aaya – designer shirt aur jeans mein, chehre par wohi confident smile jo pehle Srivalli ko pagal kar deta tha. Haath mein mithai ka packet aur fruits. “Arre Pushpa bhaiya! Kya haal hai aaj? Main toh soch raha tha aapko milne aaoon. CM uncle ne bhi poocha tha aapke baare mein.” Usne Pushpa ke paas jaakar gale lagaya, bilkul good faith wali acting – jaise woh sirf ek pyara dost ho jo family ki madad karne aaya ho.

Pushpa ne khushi se usko baithne ko kaha. “Jolly bhai… tu ne bahut madad ki hai. Jail se nikalne ke baad pehli baar itna sukoon feel ho raha hai. Tu aur CM uncle… dono ne mera itna khayal rakha.” Dono baith kar baatein karne lage – empire ke plans, politics, business deals. Jolly ne Pushpa ko assure kiya ki ab sab theek ho jayega, woh personally help karega.

Srivalli kitchen se chai ka tray lekar aayi. Uski walk normal thi, chehra calm, lekin andar se ek tez gussa ubal raha tha. Jolly ko dekh kar uski aankhein ek pal ke liye tez ho gayi. Woh tray ko table par rakh kar Pushpa ko chai di aur muskurate hue boli, “Ji Pushpa ji… aapki favourite adrak wali.” Jolly ki taraf usne bilkul nazar nahi daali. Tray mein Jolly ke liye bhi cup tha, lekin usne usko ignore kar diya jaise woh wahan ho hi nahi.

Jolly ne muskurate hue kaha, “Srivalli bhabhi… aapki chai ki yaad bahut aati thi. Aaj bhi aapne itna pyar se banaya hoga.” Usne Pushpa ke taraf se nazar hata kar Srivalli ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein woh purana possessive look tha – jaise woh kehta ho “tu meri hai, ab bhi”.

Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf Pushpa ke liye biscuit plate adjust kiya aur khadi ho gayi. Jolly ne phir try kiya – jab Pushpa phone par kisi se baat karne laga, Jolly ne dheere se bola, “Bhabhi… thoda time milega? Kuch important baat hai.” Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi. Uski awaaz thandi aur sharp thi, “Koi baat nahi hai Jolly. Sab kuch theek hai.” Usne pallu theek kiya aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi, bina ek baar bhi uski taraf mud kar dekhe.




Jolly ka chehra thoda sa laal ho gaya. Pushpa ki taraf se woh phir se normal ban gaya, hasne laga, baatein karne laga. Lekin andar se uska dimag ghus raha tha. *Yeh randi… pehle meri god mein baith kar cheekh rahi thi… mujhe pyar karti thi… maine usko bachaya tha… aur ab ignore kar rahi hai? Dave ke lund ne itna bada ghamand de diya kya?*

Shaam hone tak Jolly baitha raha. Pushpa ke saath full good faith wali baatein ki – empire ke liye help, CM uncle ka support. Jab woh utha toh Srivalli ko bhi thanks kiya, lekin Srivalli ne sirf sir hila diya aur door ki taraf dekh liya. Jolly ne last try kiya – darwaze par jaate hue dheere se bola, “Bhabhi… raat ko call karunga. Important hai.” Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas Pushpa ke paas jaakar uske kandhe par haath rakh diya jaise Jolly wahan ho hi nahi.

Jolly ghar chala gaya. Uska mood kharab tha. Raat ko 10:30 baje usne Srivalli ko call kiya. Phone bajta raha… Srivalli ne screen dekha, Jolly ka naam tha. Usne call cut kar diya bina uthaye. Phir message aaya:

“Saali… kya ho gaya hai tujhe? Aaj ignore kar rahi thi? Pehle meri god mein baith kar ‘Jolly bhaiya aur zor se’ chillati thi… ab gussa? Dave ke baad itna bada ban gayi hai kya? Call utha warna Pushpa ko kuch bhej dunga.”

Srivalli ne message padha. Uski aankhein laal ho gayi. Usne message dekha, screen par aankhein tikayi rahi, lekin reply nahi kiya. Phone side mein rakh diya aur Pushpa ke paas let gayi, uske sar par haath pherte hue. Pushpa neend mein tha. Srivalli ne andar hi andar socha, *Tumne mujhe Dave ke haathon becha tha… pyar ka natak kiya tha… ab gussa aa raha hai? Main ab tumhari nahi hoon Jolly. Tumne khud mera pyar tod diya.*

Jolly dusri taraf phone haath mein pakde baitha tha. Koi reply nahi aaya. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha. Gussa ubal raha tha. *Yeh randi… mujhe ignore kar rahi hai? Main ne usko pehli baar choda tha… usko bachaya tha… uske liye itna risk liya… aur ab yeh attitude? Dave ne uski chut stitches kar di thi, phir bhi woh uske liye tarap rahi thi… aur main? Main sirf uska blackmailer ban gaya? Nahin… yeh nahi hone dunga. Kal tak reply nahi aaya toh main khud aaunga… aur usko yaad dilunga ki woh abhi bhi meri hai.*

Uski ungliyan phone par tez ho gayi. Usne ek aur message type kiya lekin delete kar diya. Gussa andar hi andar jal raha tha. Woh jaanta tha – Srivalli ka yeh thanda gussa uske liye naya challenge tha. Pehle woh uske pyar mein thi, ab gusse mein thi. Lekin Jolly Reddy ko yeh pasand nahi tha. Woh control mein rehna chahta tha.

Haveli mein Srivalli Pushpa ke paas leti rahi. Usne message dekha tha, lekin reply nahi kiya. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. *Tumne sab kuch kharab kar diya Jolly… ab main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Tumhara gussa… tumhara pyar… sab kuch mujhe ab farak nahi padta.*



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Raat gehri ho chuki thi. Bahar se sab kuch normal tha… lekin dono taraf se ek naya toofan shuru hone wala tha.

Raat ke 1:15 baj chuke the. Jolly Reddy apne villa ke bedroom mein bed par let gaya tha, lekin neend usse door thi. Uska phone haath mein tha, Srivalli ka last seen 11:47 PM ka dikha raha tha. Usne message padhe the – dono, lekin koi reply nahi. Screen par sirf “seen” likha tha. Jolly ka chehra laal ho chuka tha, lekin ab gussa dheere-dheere thanda pad raha tha aur uski jagah ek sakht, calculated plan ban raha tha.

Woh uth kar baith gaya, cigarette sulgai aur balcony par khada ho gaya. Jungle ki hawa uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Dimag mein sirf ek hi chehra ghum raha tha – Srivalli. Uski badi-badi aankhein, woh curvy body, woh tight chut jo pehle uske lund ke liye tarapti thi.

*Saali randi… pehle meri god mein baith kar ‘Jolly bhaiya aur zor se chodo’ chillati thi. Main ne usko bachaya tha jab woh toot rahi thi. Uske liye main ne risk liya tha. Phir Dave ke deal ke liye usko de diya… uske stitches wale chut ko un logon ne faad diya… aur ab yeh attitude? Ignore? Gussa? Jaise main uska blackmailer hi hoon, pyar karne wala nahi.*

Jolly ne cigarette ke kash liye aur muskuraya – ek dark, dangerous smile. Ab usko samajh aa gaya tha. Srivalli ab sirf gusse mein nahi thi… woh usse door ja rahi thi. Pushpa wapas ghar aa gaya tha, empire wapas ban raha tha. Agar woh ab control nahi kiya toh Srivalli phir se uski pativrata rani ban jayegi. Aur yeh Jolly ko bilkul pasand nahi tha.




*Nahin… main usko phir se apni pawn banaunga. Willingly. Uske mann se. Uske body se. Uske chut se. Kal tak usko yaad dilana hoga ki woh abhi bhi meri hai. Dave ne usko temporary liya tha… lekin main usko permanently apna banaunga. Uski beauty… uski curvy body… uska pativrata image… yeh sab business ke liye perfect hai. Naye projects mein investors ko impress karne ke liye, Pushpa ko control mein rakhne ke liye, aur sabse badi baat – usko phir se addict karne ke liye. Ek baar phir uski chut mein apna lund daal kar usko yaad dilana hoga ki uska asli maza kahan hai.*

Jolly ne phone uthaya. Uski ungliyan tez the. Usne message type kiya – short, commanding, no choice wala.

“Tomorrow near mandir. Main wait kar raha hoonga. 11 baje. Akeli aana. Kisi ko kuch mat bolna. Warna Pushpa ko woh purana video bhej dunga jismein tu khud chillati thi.”

Message bhej diya. Screen par “delivered” likha aaya. Jolly ne phone side mein rakh diya aur balcony par khade-khade socha.

*Kal mandir ke peeche wale secluded area mein le jaunga usko. Pehle thoda pyar ka natak… phir usko yaad dilunga ki usne mujhe pyar kiya tha. Phir uski chut mein apna lund daal kar usko phir se tod dunga. Willingly. Uske mann se. Uske body se. Uske aansuon se. Dave ne usko temporary fuck kiya tha… main usko permanent slave banaunga. Aur is baar koi stitches nahi… sirf uski cheekhein aur meri god mein baithkar uski gaand hilti hui.*

Uski aankhon mein ek naya hunger jag gaya tha. Srivalli ki ignoring ne usko aur zyada possessive bana diya tha. Ab woh sirf usko chodna nahi chahta tha… usko apna banana chahta tha – willingly, addicted, apni personal pawn jo Pushpa ke empire ko control karne mein madad karegi.

Haveli mein Srivalli abhi bhi Pushpa ke paas leti hui thi. Usne message dekha tha. Screen par Jolly ka naam aur woh line – “Tomorrow near mandir…” Uski aankhein tez ho gayi. Usne phone ko side mein rakh diya bina reply kiye. Pushpa so raha tha, uska haath uske pet par tha. Srivalli ne andar hi andar socha, *Kal mandir? Tu ab bhi soch raha hai ki main teri hoon? Nahin Jolly… ab main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Tu jo bhi karega… main ignore karungi.*

Lekin dono taraf se ek naya chapter shuru hone wala tha. Jolly ka plan ready tha. Srivalli ka gussa bhi. Aur mandir ke peeche wala secluded spot… kal subah 11 baje sab kuch badalne wala tha.

[Shabaz123]

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[Joker44]

Wednesday ka subah tha. Haveli mein hawa mein phoolon ki khushboo thi aur kitchen se chai aur nashte ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Pushpa Raj garden mein baith kar newspaper padh raha tha, uske chehre par ab purani khushi wapas aa chuki thi. “Rani… aaj mandir ja rahi ho na? Theek hai, jaao. Bhagwan se hamare liye bhi dua kar dena,” usne muskurate hue Srivalli se kaha jab woh uske paas chai lekar aayi thi.


Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Uski muskaan perfect thi – wohi pativrata patni wali muskaan jo har koi dekhta tha. “Ji Pushpa ji… main jaungi. Routine hai na… har Wednesday mandir jaati hoon. Aap tension mat lijiye.” Usne Pushpa ke maathe par haath pher diya aur andar chali gayi. Lekin andar se uska dil jal raha tha.

Room mein pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya aur phone uthaya. Jolly ka message abhi bhi screen par tha – “Tomorrow near mandir. Main wait kar raha hoonga. 11 baje. Akeli aana.” Uski ungliyan phone ko zor se pakad rahi thi. “Saala harami… ab mandir ke paas bula raha hai? Pehle mujhe Dave ke haathon becha, ab phir se apni pawn banana chahta hai? Main ab teri nahi hoon Jolly… tu samajh nahi paa raha hai.”

Lekin woh jaanti thi – routine nahi tod sakti. Agar aaj mandir nahi gayi toh maa, chachi, Pushpa sab doubt kar lenge. “Kya hua beta? Aaj mandir nahi gayi?” yeh sawal uske liye khatarnak tha. Usne phone side mein rakh diya aur almari kholi.

Srivalli ne apni favourite light pink Kanjeevaram silk saree nikali – wohi jo Pushpa ko bahut pasand thi. Saree ka pallu gehre pink aur gold zari border wala tha, poora body par chhote-chhote silver moti aur gold thread ka kaam. Blouse matching pink color ka tha, low back, short sleeves, aur front mein deep V-neck jo uske bade boobs ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Usne saree ko apne curvy body par lapetna shuru kiya – petticoat pehen kar, saree ko hips par tight se lapet kar, pallu ko left shoulder par gracefully daal diya. Saree itni tight aur perfect thi ki uski badi gaand aur patli kamar ka shape bilkul saaf dikhai de raha tha. Blouse ke andar se uske boobs ka cleavage thoda sa jhalak raha tha – wohi pativrata look jo mandir ke liye perfect tha lekin uske enemies ke liye dangerous.




Usne baal khule chhod diye – lambe, kaale, wavy kes jo uski peeth tak latak rahe the. Thoda sa sindoor maang mein lagaya, bindi lagayi, aur halka sa kajal aankhon mein. Lip par light pink lipstick, aur kaan mein chhote gold jhumke. Aankhon mein abhi bhi gussa tha, lekin chehre par wohi shant, '. muskaan thi. Mirror mein dekha toh woh khud ko dekh kar soch rahi thi, *Yeh sab routine hai… mandir jaana, pooja karna… lekin andar se main jal rahi hoon. Jolly… tu soch raha hai main teri hoon? Nahin… main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon.*

Woh bahar nikli. Maa ne usko dekha aur muskurayi, “Bahut sundar lag rahi hai beta. Bhagwan se hamare liye bhi maang lena.” Srivalli ne sir hila diya aur gaadi mein baith gayi. Drive karte hue uska dimag sirf Jolly par tha. *Kal raat ka message… mandir ke paas wait kar raha hoonga… tu ab bhi soch raha hai ki main teri randi hoon? Pehle pyar ka natak, phir Dave ko de diya… ab phir se? Nahin… aaj main sirf pooja karungi aur wapas aa jaungi. Tera intezaar nahi karungi.*

Mandir pahunch kar usne gaadi park ki. Mandir ke bahar bahut bheed thi, log pooja kar rahe the. Srivalli ne apna pallu theek kiya, jhumke hil rahe the, saree ki zari chamak rahi thi. Woh andar gayi, devi ke saamne baith gayi, phool chadhaaye, aarti ki, aur aankhein band karke dua maangi. “Bhagwan… mujhe himmat do… yeh sab se bahar nikalne ki taakat do… Pushpa ji ko kuch nahi pata chalna chahiye.” Uske aansu ki ek boond aankh se nikal gayi lekin usne turant ponchh li.




Pooja khatam karne ke baad woh bahar nikli. Mandir ke bahar wale chhote se garden area mein log baith kar prasad le rahe the. Srivalli ne apna pallu theek kiya aur gate ki taraf badhi.

Tabhi uski nazar pad gayi.

Jolly Reddy wahan khada tha – ek corner mein, car ke paas, designer shirt mein, sunglasses lagaye hue. Uski aankhein seedhe Srivalli par thi. Woh muskuraya – wohi dangerous smile jo pehle usko pagal kar deta tha. Usne haath uthakar ishara kiya jaise keh raha ho “aa ja… main yahin hoon.”

Srivalli ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Gussa ubal aaya, lekin chehra shant rakha. Woh ruk gayi, pallu ko aur tight se lapet liya. Uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – *Tu yahan? Mandir ke bahar? Tu sach mein soch raha hai ki main tere paas aaungi?*



Jolly ne ek kadam aage badhaya, lekin door se hi usko dekhta raha. Uske chehre par confidence tha, lekin aankhon mein gussa aur hunger dono.

Srivalli ne apni taraf mud kar dekha – mandir ke log nikal rahe the. Woh jaanti thi – abhi ek galti bhi nahi kar sakti. Usne apna phone check kiya aur dheere se gate ki taraf badhi, lekin uski nazar Jolly par thi.

Game ab phir se shuru hone wala tha.

Mandir ke bahar ka chhota sa garden area abhi bhi logon se bhara tha. Kuch log prasad le rahe the, kuch devi ke naam par baatein kar rahe the. Srivalli bahar nikalte hi ruk gayi. Uski pink Kanjeevaram silk saree dhoop mein chamak rahi thi, pallu left shoulder par gracefully latka hua, low-neck blouse se uske bade boobs ka thoda sa cleavage jhalak raha tha. Uske lambe kaale baal hawa mein halke se hil rahe the. Chehra shant tha, lekin aankhein gusse se jal rahi thi.

Jolly Reddy wahan khada tha – car ke paas, sunglasses utaar kar, usi confident smile ke saath. Uski nazar Srivalli par tik gayi. Woh dheere se aage badha aur halki si awaaz mein bola, “Srivalli… aa ja. Car mein baith. Baat karni hai.”

Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Main nahi aaungi Jolly. Tum yahan se jao. Main ghar ja rahi hoon.” Uski awaaz thandi aur sharp thi, bilkul pativrata patni wali – mandir ke bahar koi shor nahi, lekin gussa saaf feel ho raha tha.

Jolly ne muskurate hue ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Log idhar-udhar dekh rahe the. Usne dheere se bola, “Tamasha mat kar Srivalli. Log dekh rahe hain. Mandir ke bahar pativrata rani aur uska purana ‘dost’ – agar yahan scene hua toh kal pura sheher baat karega. Pushpa bhaiya ko bhi pata chal jayega. Chup-chaap car mein baith ja.”

Srivalli ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Usne apna pallu aur tight se lapet liya, cleavage ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Logon ki nazrein un par pad rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi – ek bhi galat harkat aur sab kuch kharab ho jayega. Usne gusse se aankhein band ki, ek deep saans li aur bina ek shabd bole Jolly ki car ki taraf badh gayi. Silent, angry, fire jaise.

Jolly ke do aadmi turant active ho gaye. Ek ne Srivalli ki gaadi ki chaabi maangi, dusra uski gaadi ko follow karne ke liye ready ho gaya. Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh back seat par baith gayi, pallu ko seene par tight se lapet kar, aankhein window ki taraf. Jolly driver seat par baith gaya aur car start kar di. Uske aadmi Srivalli ki gaadi ko peeche-peeche follow kar rahe the.

Car chalti rahi. Haveli se door, jungle ki taraf ek secluded road par. Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein Srivalli ko dekha. Uski curvy body saree mein bilkul perfect lag rahi thi – badi gaand seat par dab rahi thi, boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh dheere se bola, “Srivalli… gussa mat kar. Main sirf baat karna chahta hoon. Pehle hum dono itne close the… tu mujhe pyar karti thi. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha jab tu toot rahi thi.”

Srivalli ne gusse se uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein laal thi. “Pyar? Tumne mujhe pyar kiya tha Jolly? Pehle zabardasti choda, phir ‘bachaya’, phir Dave ke haathon bech diya! Usne meri chut par stitches daale, gangbang kiya, aur tum khade-khade dekh rahe the! Ab kya? Phir se apni pawn banana chahte ho? Main ab tumhari nahi hoon. Main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Samajh gaye?”

Uski awaaz fire thi – tez, jalti hui, bina rukawat ke. Jolly ne muskurane ki koshish ki, soothing tone mein bola, “Arre sun toh… main galti maan leta hoon. Dave ke deal ke liye pressure tha. Lekin ab sab theek hai. Pushpa bhaiya theek hain, empire wapas ban raha hai. Main sirf tujhe yaad dilana chahta hoon ki hum dono ke beech jo tha… woh abhi bhi hai. Tu meri thi… aur tu meri rahegi. Willingly.”

Srivalli ne zor se hans di – gusse bhari hansi. “Willingly? Tumhe lagta hai main willingly tumhare paas aaungi? Tumne mujhe tod diya tha Jolly. Har raat main Pushpa ji ke paas leti hoon aur sochti hoon ki main unke liye kitna sab seh rahi hoon. Aur tum? Tum ab bhi soch rahe ho ki main teri randi ban jaungi? Nahin. Ab main tumhe ignore karungi. Tumhara message, tumhara call, tumhara ‘mandir ke paas wait’ – sab kuch. Main ghar ja rahi hoon. Stop the car.”



Jolly ne car nahi roki. Uski awaaz abhi bhi calm thi, lekin andar se gussa ubal raha tha. “Srivalli… tu abhi gusse mein hai. Main samajhta hoon. Dave ne tujhe bahut use kiya. Lekin main tujhe wapas apni taraf laana chahta hoon. Teri beauty… teri body… yeh sab business ke liye bhi perfect hai. Naye projects, investors – tu mere saath hogi toh Pushpa bhi control mein rahega. Aur sabse badi baat… tu khud ko rok nahi paayegi. Pehle tu mujhe pyar karti thi… ab bhi karti hai, bas gussa hai.”

Srivalli ne pallu ko aur zor se seene par dabaaya. Uski boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the gusse se. “Pyar? Tumhe pyar ki kya pata? Tumne mujhe Dave ke bed par bheja tha! Ab bas… stop the car. Main utar jaungi. Warna main chillaoongi.”

Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein usko dekha. Uski curvy figure, jalti aankhein, tight saree mein lapeti hui body – sab kuch usko aur zyada attract kar raha tha. Woh jaanta tha – Srivalli abhi fire hai. Calm nahi hogi baaton se. Usne socha, *Yeh gussa abhi nahi jaayega. Main isko khud calm karunga… apne tareeke se. Mandir ke baad wale secluded spot par le jaunga. Wahan usko god mein baithakar yaad dilunga ki uski chut abhi bhi mere liye tarapti hai. Willingly nahi toh zabardasti… lekin is baar usko addict kar ke chhodunga.*

Car ab jungle ki taraf badh rahi thi. Jolly ke aadmi peeche follow kar rahe the. Srivalli window se bahar dekh rahi thi, gusse se jalti hui, lekin andar se dar aur yaadein bhi aa rahi thi. Jolly muskuraya – soothing look dikhate hue, lekin dimag mein plan already ready tha.

*Tu fire hai abhi Srivalli… lekin main tujhe khud thanda karunga. Apne lund se. Apni god mein baithakar. Aur is baar tu khud maangegi.*

Car dheere se ruk gayi. Jungle ka ek bilkul secluded spot tha – pedon ki thick chhanv, koi rasta nahi, koi insaan nahi. Sirf do gaadiyan – Jolly ki aur peeche uske aadmiyon ki. Driver ne car band ki aur bahar nikal gaya. Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein ek baar Srivalli ko dekha – uski pink saree mein lapeti curvy body, pallu seene par tight, bade boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche, chehra gusse se laal.

Jolly back seat par aa gaya. Door band karte hi usne Srivalli ki taraf badhaya.

Srivalli ne turant peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Uski awaaz tez aur jalti hui thi, “Main done hoon Jolly! Take me back right now. Mujhe ghar jaana hai. Pushpa ji wait kar rahe honge.”

Jolly ne muskurane ki koshish ki, soothing awaaz mein bola, “Srivalli… sun toh. Tu gusse mein hai, main samajhta hoon. Lekin hum dono ke beech jo tha… woh abhi bhi hai. Tu mujhe pyar karti thi. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha. Dave ke deal ke liye maine galti ki, maan leta hoon. Ab sab theek kar sakte hain. Tu meri rani ban sakti hai… willingly.”

Srivalli ki aankhein aur laal ho gayi. Uska gussa ab fire ban chuka tha. “Willingly? Tumhe lagta hai main willingly tumhare paas aaungi? Tumne mujhe Dave ke haathon becha tha! Usne meri chut par stitches daale, gangbang kiya, aur tum khade dekh rahe the! Ab yahan bula kar pyar ka natak? Main tumhari nahi hoon Jolly. Main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Stop the car aur mujhe ghar le jao!”



Jolly ne haath badhaya uske kandhe par rakhne ke liye. Srivalli ne gusse se uska haath jhatak diya aur ek zor ka thappad uske muh par maara.

**Thapp!**

Jolly ka chehra side mein ghum gaya. Uski gaal laal ho gayi. Uski aankhein ek pal ke liye shock se badi ho gayi, phir gussa ubal aaya.

“Saali randi…” Jolly ne gusse se bola. Usne turant Srivalli ka chehra pakad liya aur ek tez thappad uske left gaal par maara.

**Thapp!**

Srivalli shocked reh gayi. Uski aankhein badi ho gayi, gaal laal pad gaya. “Jolly… tumne…” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.



Jolly ne uska chehra dono haathon mein pakad liya aur zor se uske muh par apna muh rakh diya. Deep, forceful kiss. Uski jeebh Srivalli ke muh mein ghusi, uske hoth ko chusne lagi. Srivalli ne dono haathon se usko dhakelne ki koshish ki, “Mmmphhh… chhodo… mujhe chhodo…” lekin Jolly ne nahi chhoda. Kiss aur gehra ho gaya. Usne Srivalli ke neeche hoth ko daanton se pakad kar bite kar diya – tez, painful bite.

“Aaaahhh…!” Srivalli ki painful moan nikal gayi. Uski lips par daant ka nishaan ban gaya, thoda sa khoon bhi nikal aaya. Woh tadap rahi thi, haathon se uske chest ko dhakel rahi thi, lekin Jolly ka jism us par chadha hua tha.

Jolly ne kiss chhoda nahi. Usne Srivalli ke boobs par haath rakh diya aur zor se press kiya – uske bade, soft mamme saree ke upar se masalne laga. “Mmm… teri yeh choochiyan abhi bhi itni tight hain…” usne kiss ke beech mein bola.



Srivalli ne zor se dhakka diya. “Chhodo Jolly… muze jana hai… please… main nahi chahti yeh sab…” lekin uski awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono tha.

Jolly ne uske pallu ko ek jhatke se khinch diya. Saree ka pallu neeche gir gaya. Usne blouse ke hooks ko tezi se kholna shuru kiya. Blouse ke dono taraf ke hooks khulte gaye aur Srivalli ke bade, gol, pink-nippled boobs bahar aa gaye – heavy, soft, mandir ki pooja ke baad bhi abhi bhi perfect shape mein.

Jolly ne turant ek boob ko muh mein le liya. Zor se chusne laga – pura nipple muh mein, jeebh se chat-ta hua, daanton se halke se kaat-ta hua. “Mmm… bahut tasty hai teri choochiyan… pehle bhi itni hi juicy thi…”

Srivalli ki body kaanp gayi. Uski painful moan nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh… Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… bahut dard ho raha hai… please… main Pushpa ji ke paas jaana chahti hoon…” Usne haathon se uske sar ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin Jolly ne uske dono haath pakad liye aur upar ki taraf pin kar diye.



Jolly dusre boob par switch kiya. Ab woh dono boobs ko alternate mein chus raha tha – zor-zor se, wet sounds ke saath, nipple ko jeebh se ghumata hua, daanton se bite karta hua. Srivalli ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut mein ek purani si garmi phir se jag rahi thi, lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha.

“Aaaahhh… chhodo… muze jana hai… Jolly… tum galat kar rahe ho… aaaahhh… dard ho raha hai…” Uski moans painful thi, lekin body betray kar rahi thi. Uske nipples hard ho chuke the, boobs Jolly ke muh mein chus rahe the.

Jolly ne blouse poori tarah khol diya. Ab Srivalli ki upper body almost nangi thi – sirf saree ki petticoat neeche tak. Usne Srivalli ke neck par bite kiya, phir boobs par wapas muh lagaya aur zor-zor se chusne laga. “Tu fire hai abhi… lekin main tujhe khud thanda karunga… apne lund se… apni god mein baithakar… tu phir se cheekhegi… willingly ya nahi, lekin tu meri rahegi Srivalli.”

Srivalli ro rahi thi, tadap rahi thi, haathon se dhakel rahi thi, lekin Jolly ne nahi chhoda. Uska muh abhi bhi uske bade boobs par tha – chus raha tha, bite kar raha tha, jeebh se chat raha tha. Car ke andar sirf Srivalli ki painful moans aur Jolly ke wet sucking sounds goonj rahe the.

Jolly jaanta tha – abhi gussa hai, lekin woh is gusse ko apne tareeke se thanda karega. Usne Srivalli ke saree ki petticoat ki naada par haath rakh diya…

[Joker44]

Jolly ne Srivalli ke saree ki petticoat ki naada ko ek jhatke se khol diya. Petticoat neeche sark gayi. Ab Srivalli ki nangi chut bilkul saamne thi – pink lips abhi bhi thodi si dry thi, Rudra aur Dave ke dinon ke baad bhi abhi sensitive thi, lekin gusse aur dard ke karan bilkul tight aur band thi.


Srivalli ne apni taange zor se kas kar band kar li. “Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… main nahi chahti yeh sab… please…” Uski awaaz ab roti hui thi, lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha.



Jolly ne uski taange dono haathon se pakad kar zor se faila di. “Chup kar randi. Teri chut abhi bhi dry hai? Main isko geela kar deta hoon.” Usne apna muh neeche kiya aur zor se thuk diya – ek mota, garam thook seedhe Srivalli ki chut par gira. Thook chut ke lips par fail gaya, thoda sa andar tak chala gaya.

Srivalli ne taange aur zor se dabane ki koshish ki, “Aaaahhh… mat karo… gandi feeling ho rahi hai…” lekin Jolly ne uski taange aur kas kar faila di aur apna zip khol diya. Uska mota, laal, veiny lund bahar nikal aaya – pehle se hi sakht aur tadap raha tha.

Srivalli ne dekhte hi phir se tadapna shuru kar diya. “Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… please… main Pushpa ji ke paas jaana chahti hoon… aaaahhh… mat daalo…”

Jolly ne apna lund pakad kar Srivalli ki chut ke entrance par laga diya. Ab thoda sa thook ki wajah se chut ki walls thodi wet ho chuki thi. Usne lund ko halke se ragadna shuru kiya – upar-neeche, clit par pressure dete hue.

“Aaaahhh… nahi… bahut dard hoga… chhodo…” Srivalli ki awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono tha.

Jolly ne ek haath se uske dono haath upar pin kar diye aur dusre haath se uski kamar ko niche daba kar rakha. Ab Srivalli bilkul trapped thi – uski curvy body car ki seat par dab rahi thi, bade boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the, saree upar uthi hui.

Jolly ne apna lund chut ke tight entrance par rakha aur dheere se push kiya.




“AAAHHHHHHHH…!” Srivalli ki painful cheekh car ke andar goonj gayi. Jolly ka mota lund uski tight, abhi bhi thodi dry chut mein andar ghusa tha. Chut ke walls zor se stretch ho rahe the, dard ki tez current poori body mein daud gayi. “Jolly… bahut dard ho raha hai… nikaalo… please… meri chut phat rahi hai… aaaahhh!”

Jolly ne rukne ki jagah slow, deep push continue kiya. Inch by inch uska lund andar ja raha tha. Usko Srivalli ki tight chut ki garmi ka ehsas ho raha tha – bilkul garam, tight, jaise pehli baar chud rahi ho. “Mmm… teri chut abhi bhi itni tight hai Srivalli… bahut garmi hai andar… dheere-dheere geeli ho rahi hai… dekho…”

Srivalli ne zor se tadapna shuru kar diya. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari hui, muh se painful moans nikal rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… bahut dard… slow… please slow… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh… nikaalo… muze jana hai…”

Lekin Jolly ne nahi suni. Usne usko aur niche daba kar rakha aur ek aur slow push diya. Ab lund ka aadha hissa andar tha. Chut ke tight walls lund ko zor se jakad rahe the. Jolly ko ehsaas ho raha tha ki Srivalli ki chut dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi thi – thook aur uski apni chut ki natural juice mil kar chikna bana rahi thi.

“Dekh… teri chut ab geeli ho rahi hai… tu chahe jitna gussa dikha le… teri body toh mujhe jaanti hai,” Jolly ne dheere se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein hunger tha.



Srivalli ne haathon se uske chest ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath upar pin the. Uski painful moans ab continuous thi – “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… bahut deep ja raha hai… meri chut phat jayegi… Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… aaaahhh!”

Jolly ne ab chidna shuru kar diya. Usne lund ko thoda sa bahar nikala aur phir dheere se andar dhakel diya – slow, teasing pushes. Har push ke saath Srivalli ki chut aur geeli hoti ja rahi thi, lekin dard abhi bhi tez tha. “Bata… ab bhi gussa hai? Ya ab feel ho raha hai ki teri chut mujhe chahti hai? Pehle tu khud maangti thi… ab bhi maangegi…”

Srivalli sirf ro rahi thi aur moan kar rahi thi. Uski badi gaand seat par dab rahi thi, boobs upar-neeche hil rahe the. Jolly ne ek haath se uske ek boob ko pakad kar masalna shuru kar diya jabki dusre haath se usko niche daba kar rakha tha.

Slow pushes abhi bhi chal rahe the – lund inch by inch andar-bahar, chut ki walls ko stretch karte hue, garmi aur geelapan badhate hue. Srivalli ki painful moans ab dheere-dheere mix ho rahi thi ek ajab si sensation ke saath.

Jolly jaanta tha – abhi gussa hai, lekin uski tight chut ab geeli hone lagi thi. Woh dheere-dheere usko apna banana chahta tha… chahe kitna bhi time lage.

Car ke bahar jungle ka sannata tha. Andar sirf Srivalli ki painful moans, Jolly ke slow thrusting ki wet sounds aur uska heavy saans chal raha tha.

Jolly ne ab control kho diya tha. Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur tez- tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Uska mota lund ab bilkul full speed mein uski chut mein andar-bahar ho raha tha – zor-zor se, balls tak takrata hua, har dhakke mein uski tight walls ko phaadta hua.

“AAAHHHH… Jolly… bahut tez… aaaahhh… mat itna zor se…” Srivalli ki cheekh nikal gayi. Lekin uski chut ab geeli ho chuki thi. Thook aur uski apni chut ka ras mil kar lund ko chikna bana raha tha. Har tez thrust ke saath ek wet ‘puch puch puch’ awaaz car ke andar goonj rahi thi.

Jolly ka purana lund uski chut mein phir se ghus raha tha – wohi familiar thickness, wohi veiny feel jo pehle usko pagal kar deta tha. Srivalli ki body betray kar rahi thi. Uski chut ke andar se ek purani si garmi phir se jag gayi thi. “Aaaahhh… yeh… yeh purana feel… aaaahhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai…” Uski aankhein band ho gayi, muh khula tha, lekin uske hoth se ab sirf moans nikal rahe the. Maja aane laga tha. Uski gaand seat par zor-zor se hil rahi thi, boobs upar-neeche tez tez ho rahe the.

Lekin uska dimag abhi bhi gusse se jal raha tha. *Yeh harami… mujhe chod raha hai jaise main uski randi hoon… pehle Dave ko de diya, ab phir se… lekin… lekin yeh feel… yeh purana maza… kyun aa raha hai?*

Jolly aur tez ho gaya tha. “Le randi… ab teri chut geeli ho gayi hai… pehle bhi aise hi cheekhti thi… ab bhi cheekh… le aur zor se!” Uske dhakke aur heavy ho gaye the.

Srivalli ki chut ab poori tarah geeli aur chikni ho chuki thi. Uski body apne aap Jolly ke dhakkon ke saath move kar rahi thi. Lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha. Ek zor ka current aaya aur usne dono haathon se Jolly ko zor se peeche dhakel diya.

“Saala harami… ab main tujhe chodungi!” Srivalli ne gusse mein chillaya. Usne Jolly ko seat par dhakel diya aur khud uske upar chadh gayi. Ab woh uske lap par baith gayi thi – god mein baithkar, uski nangi chut Jolly ke moti lund par bilkul upar thi. Saree upar uthi hui thi, pallu neeche gira hua tha, dono bade boobs bahar the aur hil rahe the.

Jolly shocked reh gaya lekin uske chehre par ek dark smile aa gaya. “Haan… aa ja meri rani… ab tu hi chod mujhe…”

Srivalli ne gusse se uske chest par haath rakh kar usko aur niche daba diya. Uski aankhein laal thi, chehra paseene se tar. “Tumhe mujhe chidna tha na? Ab main tujhe chodti hun! Tu samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main ab teri nahi hoon? Pehle pyar ka natak, phir Dave ko de diya, ab phir se yahan bula kar chodna chahta tha? Ab dekh… main tujhe chodungi… aur tu bas le!”



Usne apni taange failayi aur khud neeche baith gayi. Jolly ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein uski geeli chut mein poora andar ghusa. “AAAHHHH…!” Srivalli ki cheekh nikal gayi, lekin ab usmein dard ke saath masti bhi thi. Woh upar-neeche hone lagi – tez, zor-zor se, full masti mein. Uski badi gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se gir rahi thi – puch… puch… puch… puch… ki tez awaaz car ko bhar rahi thi.

“Le… le harami… ab teri randi banungi main? Nahin! Main tujhe chodungi… jaise tu mujhe chodta tha!” Srivalli gusse mein chillayi. Uski gaand upar uthati, phir zor se neeche girati, lund ko poora andar le leti. Har baar lund uske cervix tak takrata, chut ke andar se geela ras nikal kar lund par chamak raha tha.

Jolly ko bahut maza aa raha tha. Uski aankhein band thi, haathon se Srivalli ki kamar pakad kar usko aur tez bounce karwa raha tha. “Haan… aise hi… teri chut abhi bhi itni tight aur geeli hai… chod mujhe Srivalli… apni masti mein chod…”

Lekin Srivalli ko apne andar ka maza dar bhi de raha tha. Uski wet chut se zor-zor se ‘puch puch’ awaazen nikal rahi thi, uska apna ras lund par chamak raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – *Yeh kya ho raha hai… main gusse mein hoon… lekin… lekin yeh feel… yeh purana maza… kyun aa raha hai? Main toh Pushpa ji ki hoon… phir bhi yeh…*

Uski moans ab zor-zor se nikal rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… le… le harami… ab main tujhe chod rahi hoon… tu mera lund le… aaaahhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai…”

Jolly ne usko rokne ki koshish ki. Uski saansen tez ho chuki thi. “Srivalli… dheere… bahut tez kar rahi hai… ruk ja… aaaahhh… teri chut bahut tight ho rahi hai…”



Lekin Srivalli ne ek nahi suni. Usne dono haathon se Jolly ke chest par zor se daba diya aur usko seat par niche daba kar rakha. Ab woh full speed mein upar-neeche ho rahi thi – zor-zor se, gaand ko zor se hilaati hui, lund ko poora andar le kar phir bahar nikaalti hui. Uski badi boobs zor-zor se upar-neeche hil rahe the, nipples hard the.

“Chup kar… main tujhe chodungi… jaise tu mujhe chodta tha… ab tu le… le mera gussa… aaaahhh… aaaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… lekin main gusse mein hoon… aaaahhh!”

Uski wet chut ab poori tarah geeli aur chikni ho chuki thi. Har baar jab woh neeche girti, chut se zor se ras nikal kar Jolly ki thighs par beh raha tha. Uski moans ab bilkul wild ho chuki thi – loud, continuous, car ko bhar rahi thi.

Jolly ko maza aa raha tha, lekin usko dar bhi lag raha tha ki Srivalli itni tez ride kar rahi thi. Usne haathon se uski kamar pakad kar dheere karne ki koshish ki, lekin Srivalli ne uske haath jhatak diye aur aur zor se niche daba diya.

“Main rukungi nahi… tu ne mujhe chidna chahta tha na? Ab dekh… main tujhe chod rahi hoon… pura lund le… aaaahhh… aaaahhh… le harami… teri randi banungi main? Nahin… aaj main tujhe chodungi!”

Srivalli ab poori tarah masti aur gusse ke mix mein ride kar rahi thi – upar uthati, zor se neeche girati, gaand hilaati, boobs hilati, loud moans karti hui. Car hil rahi thi, wet sounds aur uski cheekhein jungle ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi.

Jolly ke muh se sirf “Aaaahhh… Srivalli… bahut tez… lekin… bahut maza aa raha hai…” nikal raha tha.

Srivalli abhi bhi fire thi… lekin uski wet chut ab uske control mein nahi thi.

Srivalli ab poori tarah control mein thi. Uski badi gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se gir rahi thi, uska mota lund uski geeli chut mein poora andar-bahar ho raha tha. Uski wet chut se zor-zor ki ‘puch puch puch’ awaazen nikal rahi thi, ras uske lund par chamak raha tha aur thighs par beh raha tha. Lekin ab uska gussa dheere-dheere ek alag si masti mein badal raha tha.

Uski aankhein band ho gayi. Uski saansen tez ho chuki thi. Woh neeche jhuk gayi, apne dono haathon se Jolly ke baal pakad liye aur uske muh par apna muh rakh diya. Passionate, deep kiss. Uski jeebh Jolly ki jeebh se takrati hui, uske hoth ko zor se chus rahi thi. “Mmmphhh…” dono ke muh se garam saans nikal rahi thi.

Jolly ne turant uske bade-bade boobs pakad liye. Dono haathon se zor se dabaye, masle, nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya. Srivalli ki boobs uske haathon mein soft aur juicy feel ho rahe the. Woh unko dabate hue uske muh ko aur gehra kiss kar raha tha.

Srivalli ne kiss mein hi moan kar diya, “Mmm… Jolly… yeh… yeh achha lag raha hai…” Uski awaaz ab gusse ki jagah masti bhari thi. Uski gaand ab dheere-dheere rhythm mein hilne lagi thi – upar uthati, zor se neeche girati, lund ko poora andar le leti aur phir thoda sa bahar nikaalti. Ab woh slowly enjoy kar rahi thi. Har thrust ke saath uski chut Jolly ke lund ko andar se zor se jakad rahi thi.

“Jolly… tera lund… bahut achha feel ho raha hai… pehle wala… purana maza… aaaahhh…” Srivalli ne kiss chhod kar uske kaan mein dheere se bola. Uski haath abhi bhi Jolly ke baal mein thi, unko khinch rahi thi. Uski body ab rhythm mein thi – slow, sensual, lekin zor-zor se. Uski badi gaand upar-neeche hil rahi thi, boobs Jolly ke muh ke paas aa rahe the.

Jolly ne uske ek nipple ko muh mein le liya aur zor se chusne laga. “Haan meri rani… ab tu enjoy kar rahi hai na? Teri chut ab meri lund ko pyar se jakad rahi hai… le… le aur gehra…”

Srivalli ne apni kamar ko aur tez hilana shuru kar diya. Ab woh full masti mein thi. Uski wet chut se ras nikal kar seat par gir raha tha. “Aaaahhh… Jolly… tera lund bahut mota hai… meri chut ko poora bhar deta hai… mujhe yeh feel bahut pasand hai… chod mujhe… aur zor se chod…” Uski moans ab loud aur pleasurable thi. Gussa abhi bhi tha, lekin uske saath maza bhi aa raha tha. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh galat hai, lekin uski body ab control mein nahi thi.



Uski gaand ab aur tez hilne lagi thi. Woh upar uthati, phir zor se neeche baith jaati, lund ko poora andar le leti. Har baar lund uske cervix tak takrata, uski chut ke andar se ek naya current daudta. “Aaaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… tera lund… mujhe bahut pasand hai… main isse chodna chahti hoon… aaaahhh… aur zor se…”

Jolly ke haath ab uski gaand par the. Woh uski gaand ko zor se pakad kar usko aur tez bounce karwa raha tha. “Le meri rani… teri chut ab bilkul geeli aur tight ho gayi hai… tu khud enjoy kar rahi hai… pehle gusse mein thi… ab dekh kaise masti mein ride kar rahi hai…”

Srivalli ab edge par thi. Uski saansen bahut tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut ke muscles lund ko zor-zor se jakad rahe the. “Jolly… main… main aa rahi hoon… aaaahhh… bahut tez aa raha hai… mat roko… aaaahhh!”

Jolly bhi edge par pahunch chuka tha. Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko pakad kar usko aur zor se neeche dhakel diya. “Le randi… mera maal bhi aa raha hai… teri chut mein bhar dunga… le pura!”

Dono ek saath pahunch gaye.

Srivalli ki chut ek zor ke current se kaanp gayi. Uski poori body thar-thar hil rahi thi. “AAAHHHH… Jolly… aa gaya… bahut zor se aa raha hai… aaaahhh!” Uski chut se zor ka squirt nikal gaya, Jolly ke lund par aur thighs par chamak raha tha.

Saath hi Jolly ka lund bhi phadakne laga. Garam-garam cum ki dhaar zor-zor se Srivalli ki chut ke andar bharne lagi. “Le… le meri rani… pura maal teri chut mein… aaaahhh… bahut zor se nikal raha hai…”

Cum itna zyada tha ki Srivalli ki chut se bahar nikal kar uski thighs par aur seat par behne laga. Dono ka mixture – Srivalli ka squirt aur Jolly ka thick cum – seat par ek bada sa wet spot bana raha tha.



Srivalli thak kar Jolly ke chest par gir gayi. Uski badi boobs uske chest se dab rahe the, uski saansen bahut tez thi. Woh zor-zor se saans le rahi thi, “Haaahhh… haaahhh… bahut… bahut maza aa gaya… lekin… yeh galat tha Jolly…”


Jolly ne uski peeth par haath pherte hue usko sehlaaya. Uski saansen bhi tez thi. “Haaahhh… haaahhh… meri rani… tu abhi bhi meri hi hai… dekh kaise khud enjoy kiya tune…”

Dono car ki seat par let gaye the – Srivalli Jolly ke chest par giri hui, uski chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui, dono ke mixture se geeli. Jungle ke bahar sannata tha, andar sirf unki tez saansen aur thakaan bhari khushi thi.

Srivalli ki aankhein band thi. Uski body abhi bhi thar rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi – yeh gusse se shuru hua tha, lekin ab maza aa gaya tha. Lekin andar se guilt bhi aa raha tha.

Jolly ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya. Ab woh jaanta tha – Srivalli phir se uski taraf aa chuki thi.


Srivalli Jolly ke chest par leti hui thi. Uski badi-badi boobs uske seene se dab rahe the, paseene se tar. Uski saansen abhi bhi tez thi, chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui thi. Dono ke mixture – uska squirt aur Jolly ka thick cum – uski thighs par aur seat par beh raha tha. Uski pink saree poori tarah upar uthi hui thi, pallu neeche gira hua tha, blouse khula hua tha. Uski body thar-thar kaanp rahi thi – masti ke baad ab guilt aur thakaan ka milan.



Jolly ne uski peeth par haath pherte hue usko aur apne se chipka liya. Uski saans abhi bhi garam thi. Usne Srivalli ke kaan ke paas muh lagaya aur dheere-dheere whisper karna shuru kiya. Uski awaaz low thi, lekin har shabd saaf aur gehra tha.

“Tu mujhpe gussa kyun hai Srivalli… bata… maine tujhe kuch nahi banaya tha… sab kuch tera pati Pushpa ne hi kiya hai.”

Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin ek aansu uski aankh se nikal kar Jolly ke chest par gir gaya. Woh chup-chaap sun rahi thi.

Jolly ne uske baal sehlate hue aur dheere bola, “Yaad hai pehli baar jab maine tujhe zabardasti choda tha? Teri video banayi thi… blackmail kiya tha. Tu uski izzat ke khatir meri taraf aayi thi. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha… tu khud aa gayi thi mere paas. Main ne tujhe force nahi kiya tha uske baad… tu khud enjoy karne lagi thi. Tu khud mujhe pyar karne lagi thi.”

Ek aur aansu beh gaya. Srivalli ki saans ruk rahi thi, lekin woh bol nahi rahi thi. Sirf sun rahi thi.

“Phir yaad kar… jab woh gunde tujhe utha kar le gaye the… jungle mein… Pushpa kahan tha? Woh nahi aaya tujhe bachane. Main aaya tha. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha. Main ne risk liya tha tere liye. Tujhe ghar wapas laaya tha. Us din tu khud boli thi – ‘Jolly… tu hi mera rakshak hai.’”

Srivalli ke aansu ab ruk nahi rahe the. Woh chup-chaap leti rahi, uske hoth kaanp rahe the, lekin ek shabd bhi nahi nikla.

Jolly ne uske kaan mein aur gehra whisper kiya, “Aur jab Pushpa jail mein tha… usko nikalne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Sirf ek banda tha jo usko nikaal sakta tha – Dave. Maine tujhe usse milwaya tha. Maine nahi kaha tha ki tu usse chud ja. Woh teri deal thi Srivalli. Tu khud gayi thi uske paas. Tu khud leti gayi thi uske bed par. Teri chut par stitches usne daale the… gangbang usne kiya tha… main sirf deal karne wala tha. Agar tu na chudti toh Pushpa aaj bhi jail mein sada hota. Tune uske liye sab kuch seh liya… aur woh chutiya? Uski itni taakat bhi nahi thi ki apni biwi ko paraye mard se bacha sake. Woh kya tujhe sambhalega? Woh sirf ek kamzor pati hai… jo jail mein baith kar sapne dekh raha tha.”

Srivalli ki aankhon se aansu ki dhaar beh rahi thi. Woh abhi bhi chup thi. Uski body thar rahi thi, lekin usne Jolly ko dhakela nahi. Sirf sun rahi thi, har shabd apne dil mein utaar rahi thi.

Jolly ne uske gaal par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur whisper continue kiya, “Use accha toh main hun jo hai so hai… main ne tujhe kabhi chhoda nahi. Main ne tujhe hamesha apna banane ki koshish ki. Tu meri rani hai Srivalli… Pushpa sirf naam ka pati hai. Woh tujhe kabhi nahi dekh paya jaise main dekhta hoon. Teri beauty, teri body, teri chut… sab kuch meri taraf khinchti hai. Tu gusse mein hai… lekin andar se tu jaanti hai ki main sahi keh raha hoon. Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai. Har baar.”

Srivalli ke aansu ab Jolly ke chest par gir rahe the. Uski saans kaanp rahi thi. Woh abhi bhi chup thi, lekin uske dil mein ek toofan uth raha tha. Har shabd usko andar se tod raha tha. Pushpa ki yaadein, jail ki yaadein, Dave ki raatein, Jolly ki pehli chudai… sab kuch ek saath aa raha tha.

Jolly ne usko aur tight se gale lagaya aur last whisper kiya, “Ab bata… tu mujhpe gussa kyun hai? Main tera asli rakshak hoon… aur tu meri asli rani. Pushpa sirf ek bahana hai… asli gunhegar woh khud hai jo tujhe kabhi sambhal nahi paya.”

Srivalli ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf aansu beh rahe the. Uski body abhi bhi Jolly ke chest par leti hui thi, chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui thi, dono ke mixture se geeli. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin dimag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghum raha tha – *Kya Jolly sahi keh raha hai? Kya Pushpa ji sach mein kamzor hain?*

Car ke andar sannata tha. Sirf Srivalli ke halke sobs aur Jolly ki dheemi saansen sunai de rahi thi.

Jolly jaanta tha – ab uske aansu uski taraf aa chuke the. Ab bas thoda sa aur time… aur Srivalli phir se uski ho jayegi.

Srivalli ne apni aankhein kholi. Uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Woh Jolly ke chest par leti hui thi, uski badi-badi boobs uske seene se dab rahi thi, paseene se tar. Uski chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui thi – dono ke mixture se bilkul geeli aur overflow ho rahi thi. Garam cum uski chut se dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, uski thighs par aur car ki seat par beh raha tha.

Uski body thar rahi thi. Masti abhi bhi uske andar thi, lekin guilt aur gussa bhi wapas laut aane laga tha. Woh dheere se uthi. Jolly ka lund uski chut se nikalte hi ek ‘plop’ awaaz ke saath bahar aa gaya. Thick white cum uski chut se zor se nikal kar uski thighs par aur petticoat par girne laga.

Srivalli ne apna muh band kiya aur seat par baith gayi. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Usne apni saree ke pallu ko uthaya aur chut ko saaf karne lagi – pallu se hi, zor-zor se. Har touch par dard aur maza ka milan usko yaad dilata tha. Cum bahut zyada tha – Jolly ka thick maal aur uska apna ras mix ho kar uski chut se tapak raha tha. Woh pallu ko andar tak daal kar saaf karti rahi, lekin har baar usko lag raha tha jaise woh abhi bhi uske andar hai.

“Ufff…” ek halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi. Uski aankhein phir se bhar aayi. Jolly ke words abhi bhi uske kaan mein goonj rahe the – “Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai… woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”

Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne blouse ke hooks band kiye. Dono bade boobs ko andar dhakelte hue usne blouse ko tight kiya. Phir petticoat ki naada band ki, saree ko hips par lapet kar pallu ko left shoulder par gracefully daal diya. Saree ab phir se perfect thi – pink Kanjeevaram silk chamak rahi thi, pallu seene par tight, cleavage thoda sa jhalak raha tha. Usne baal theek kiye, bindi aur sindoor check kiya. Mirror mein dekha toh bahar se woh bilkul pativrata rani lag rahi thi… lekin andar se woh toot rahi thi.



Jolly seat par let kar usko dekh raha tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf dekhta raha. Uski aankhon mein ek dark satisfaction tha.

Srivalli ne car ka door khola. Uski taange abhi bhi thodi si limp thi. Woh bahar nikli, pallu ko aur tight se lapet liya aur apni gaadi ki taraf badh gayi. Jolly ke aadmi ne uski gaadi ko wahan laakar park kar diya tha. Woh driver seat par baith gayi, door band kiya aur engine start kiya. Bina ek baar bhi peeche mud kar dekhe, bina ek shabd bole, usne gaadi aage badha di.

Jolly ne usko jaate hue dekha. Usne car ka door nahi roka, usko rokne ki koshish nahi ki. Woh jaanta tha – ab uske words uske dimag mein ghus chuke the. Seed plant ho chuka tha. Pushpa ke baare mein shak, uski kamzori, uski asliyat… yeh sab ab Srivalli ke dil mein kaam kar raha tha. Woh muskuraya – ek gehra, dark, satisfied smile.

Gaadi door tak chali gayi aur jungle ki sadak par gayab ho gayi. Jolly ne apni zip band ki, seat par let kar ceiling ki taraf dekha aur zor se hans diya. Uski hansi car ke andar goonj rahi thi – confident, victorious, dangerous.

“Ja meri rani… ja ghar… lekin ab tu kabhi bhi puri tarah se Pushpa ki nahi rahegi. Main ne jo beej boya hai… woh ab ugne laga hai. Agla baar tu khud mere paas aayegi… willingly.”

Uski hansi dheere-dheere ruk gayi. Woh apne phone uthaya aur driver ko message kiya – “Follow her till haveli. Koi problem na ho.”

Phir woh peeche let gaya, aankhein band kar li. Uski muskaan abhi bhi chehre par thi. Seed plant ho chuka tha. Ab sirf wait karna tha.

Haveli ki taraf jaati hui Srivalli ki gaadi jungle ki sadak par tez chal rahi thi. Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari hui thi. Jolly ke words har pal uske dimag mein repeat ho rahe the. Pushpa ki yaad aa rahi thi… uski kamzori… uski asliyat…

Lekin bahar se woh bilkul normal thi – saree perfect, pallu theek, chehra shant. Sirf uske dil mein ek naya toofan uth raha tha.

[Rinkp219]

Amazing update Bhai......


Aap shandaar likh rahe ho...

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[Shabaz123]

Awesome hot update