Fantasy BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI ,(.uske bad kai Lund se chudai)

[Anita patel]

UPDET 7


Camera different angles se ghumta raha. Kabhi mera face, kabhi mummy ka tight grip mere haath par, kabhi aadivasiyon ke haath jo hamare baazuon par the. Tension ko lambaa khinchne diya gaya.

Tabhi Ravi sir ne pehli baar kaha,

“Cut!”

Sab ruk gaye. Lights thodi adjust hui. Ravi sir paas aaye aur bole,

“Bahut accha. Tension sahi aa rahi hai. Anita, tera ‘Mummy… please…’ bilkul natural tha. Mummy, tumhari protectiveness strong hai, bas thoda aur helplessness add karo jab woh tumhe alag karte hain. Ab do minute break. Paani piyo. Phir dobara same scene, thoda aur intense.”

Hum dono ne paani piya. Haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the. Mummy ne dheere se mera haath dabaya. Kuch nahi kaha. Sirf aankhon se samjha diya ki scene ab aur aage jaayega.

Do minute baad phir se positions par jaana hua.

“Camera ready… Sound ready… Action!”

Scene dobara shuru hua — car rukna, doors khulna, baahar nikalna, pedon ke beech ghera jaana, dialogues, tension… sab kuch phir se. Is baar reactions aur sharp the. Camera zyada close gaya. Har saans, har nazar, har chhota resistance record ho raha tha.

Shoot jaari tha.

Aur ab scene us mod par aa chuka tha jahan se aage ka hissa shuru hone wala tha.


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“Action!” Ravi sir ki awaaz gunji.

Cameras roll kar rahe the. Lights soft jungle effect de rahe the. Hum dono pedon ke beech khade the — mummy aur main. Teen aadivasi hume gher e hue the. Kal wala tension wala hissa already shoot ho chuka tha. Ab aage ka scene shuru hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne aage badh kar meri kurti ka gala pakda. Zor se kheench a. Kapde ki fatne ki awaaz aayi — chaaaak. Kurti ke upar ke buttons udd gaye. Mera seena thoda sa khul gaya. Mainne resist kiya, haath aage kiye,

“Nahi… chhod do…!”

Doosre aadivasi ne mummy ki saari ka pallu pakda aur ek jhatke mein kheench liya. Pallu neeche gir gaya. Blouse ke upar unki nazar thi. Usne blouse ke buttons par haath dala aur zor se kheench a. Buttons ki awaaz aayi. Mummy ki saari ka aanchal bhi khulne laga. Unhone apne haath se seena dhakne ki koshish ki,

“Hath mat lagao… please… beti ko chhod do…!”

Teesre aadivasi ne meri jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Jeans ko dono haathon se pakad kar neeche kheenchne laga. Main jhujhla uthi. Pairon se jeans nikalne lagi. Ab meri panty aur phati hui kurti hi bachi thi. Pehle aadivasi ne meri kurti ke dono side se pakad kar aur kheench a. Kapda aur phata. Meri bra nazar aane lagi.

Mummy ke saath bhi yahi ho raha tha. Doosre aadivasi ne unki saari ko kamar se kheench kar neeche gira diya. Petticoat ki naada pakad kar tor di. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab mummy sirf blouse aur petticoat ke neeche ki soft skin mein thin. Blouse ke bache hue buttons bhi tor diye gaye. Unki bra expose ho gayi.

Cameras har angle se le rahe the — kapdon ke fatne ki awaaz, hamari saansen, resist karte haath, aadivasiyon ke chehre.

Pehle aadivasi ne meri bra ki hook peeche se pakdi aur tor di. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Meri chunchiyan free ho gayiin — soft, tight nipples, darr aur garmi se upar ko tight. Usne meri panty mein ungliyaan daal kar ek jhatke mein neeche kheench di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi.

Mummy ke saath bhi same hua. Unki bra tori gayi. Petticoat poora nikal diya gaya. Unki bhaari chunchiyan free ho gayiin, nipples dark aur tight. Neeche unki chut bilkul nangi thi. Dono maa-beti ab pedon ke beech nangi khadi thin. Teen aadivasi unhe dekh rahe the.

Pehle aadivasi ne mujhe pakad kar neeche gira diya. Soft zameen par meri peeth lagi. Usne meri taangein khol diin. Apna lungi upar uthaya. Uske lund ne nazar aayi — mota, kaala, nasein phooli hui, pehle se hard. Usne usse meri chut ke muhane par tikaya aur bina der kiye ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya.

“Ahhh…!” meri siskari nikal gayi.

Poora lund andar tha. Base meri soft lips se sata hua. Usne turant dhakke shuru kar diye — tez, mazboot, gehre. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan hilti thin. Main neeche se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish karti, lekin usne mere haath pakad kar mere sir ke upar daba diye.

“Ahh… ahh… nahi… ahh…”

Doosre aadivasi ne mummy ko bhi neeche gira diya. Unki taangein kholiin aur apna lungi uthaya. Uske lund bhi mota tha. Usne mummy ki chut par tikaya aur ek dhakke mein andar kar diya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… nahi… beti… ahh…”

Ab dono ke jism hil rahe the. Do alag-alag rhythm. Main neeche, meri taangein faili hui, pehla aadivasi mujhe tezz dhakke maar raha tha. Thap… thap… thap… geeli awaaz nikalne lagi. Meri chut uske mote lund ko choos rahi thi. Har dhakke pe meri body upar ko uthti.

Mummy ke taraf, doosra aadivasi unhe chod raha tha. Unki bhaari chunchiyan har thrust pe hilti thin. Unhone apne haath se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin woh unke haath pakad kar neeche dabaaye hue tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se mil rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Teesra aadivasi dono ko dekhte hue khada tha. Usne apna lungi uthaya aur apna lund sahlaane laga. Phir woh mere paas aaya. Pehle aadivasi ne meri taraf se thoda hat te hue meri chunchiyan pakad liin aur masalne laga. Teesre ne mera muh pakda aur apna lund mere honthon par ragadne laga. Mainne muh band karne ki koshish ki, lekin usne zor se muh kholwa diya aur lund andar dhakel diya.

Ab meri muh mein lund tha, neeche pehla aadivasi meri chut phaad raha tha. Aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Main dabi hui siskariyan nikaal rahi thi — “umm… umm…”

Mummy ke taraf, doosra aadivasi unhe taangein kandhon par rakh kar aur gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Unki siskariyan unchi thi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… nahi… ahh… beti ko dekh… ahh…”

Teesra aadivasi mere muh se lund nikaal kar mummy ke paas gaya. Usne mummy ka muh pakda aur apna lund unke muh mein dhakel diya. Mummy ki aankhein meri taraf thin. Main unhe dekh rahi thi — unke muh mein lund, neeche doosra aadivasi unki chut mein dhakke maar raha tha.

Cameras har angle se le rahe the. Close-up meri chut ka jahan lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha. Mummy ki chunchiyon ka jo hil rahi thin. Hamari aankhon ka jo ek doosre se mil rahi thin.

Pehle aadivasi ne meri taangein aur khol diin aur pace tezz kar diya. Ab dhakke bahut tezz the. Meri chut ki geeli awaaz continuous thi — thap-thap-thap-thap. Main kaampne lagi. Usne meri chunchiyan zor se pakad kar masalte hue last strong thrusts maare aur apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“Ahhh…!” meri awaaz nikal gayi.

Garam cum ki dhaar andar jaane lagi. Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum meri chut se nikal kar zameen par girne laga. Usne turant position change ki. Mujhe ulta karke doggy bana diya. Haath aage, gaand upar. Usne phir se lund meri chut mein daal diya aur peeche se dhakke maarne laga. Is baar aur gehre.

Mummy ko bhi doggy banaya gaya. Doosra aadivasi unke peeche se dhakke maar raha tha. Unki bhaari chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hil rahi thin. Teesra aadivasi unke muh ke saamne khada ho gaya aur lund unke muh mein de diya. Ab mummy doggy mein thin — peeche lund, aage lund.

Main bhi doggy mein thi. Pehle aadivasi meri gaand pakde hue tezz dhakke maar raha tha. Meri siskariyan nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… umm…”

Thodi der baad teesra aadivasi mere paas aaya. Pehle aadivasi ne lund bahar nikaala. Teesre ne apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Ab naya lund, naya rhythm. Woh bhi tezz tha. Usne meri chunchiyan neeche se pakad kar kheenchte hue dhakke maare. Main jhelti rahi.

Mummy ke saath bhi exchange hua. Doosra aadivasi unke muh ke saamne aa gaya, teesra unki chut mein. Har thodi der baad position change, lund change. Kabhi main upar, mummy neeche. Kabhi dono side-by-side litayi gayiin. Teenon aadivasi baari-baari se dono ki chut aur muh ka istemaal kar rahe the.

Lambaa time chal a. Mere jism par paseena chamak raha tha. Chut soojne lagi thi. Cum pehle se hi andar tha, ab naya cum mil raha tha. Mummy ki haalat bhi same thi. Unki siskariyan ab toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… bas… ahh… nahi… ahh…”

Aakhir mein teenon ne baari-baari se dono ke andar paani choda. Pehle meri chut mein, phir mummy ki, phir phir se meri. Cum itna tha ki meri thighs, mummy ki thighs, zameen… sab geela tha. Hamari chunchiyan laal thin, nishaan pad gaye the. Saansen haafti hui.

Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,

“Cut!”

Cameras ruk gaye. Lights thodi adjust hui. Teen aadivasi peeche hate. Main aur mummy zameen par haafte hue pade the — nangi, cum se bhari hui, kapde itar-bitar.

Suresh sir ne paas aakar kaha, “Bahut strong take tha. Chemistry aur tension dono saaf aa rahe the. Ab thoda break. Paani do inhe. Phir kuch close-up shots lenge.”

Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Body kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ka haath dheere se mere haath par aaya. Unhone halka sa dabaya. Kuch nahi kaha.



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“Cut!” ke baad thoda break hua tha, lekin cameras phir se roll position mein aa gaye. Ravi sir ne kaha,

“Ab alag-alag positions aur angles lenge. Teenon aadivasi alag-alag tareeke se maa aur beti ke saath action karenge. Continuous takes. Natural reactions do.”

Lights adjust hue. Main aur mummy ab bhi zameen par nangi the. Cum hamari thighs par sukhne laga tha, sticky. Teen aadivasi phir se kareeb aaye.

Pehla tareeka shuru hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne mujhe uthaya aur ek ped ke against khada kar diya. Meri peeth chhalni se lagi. Usne meri ek taang upar uthayi aur apne kamar se pakad li. Apna lund meri cum-bhari chut par ragda aur ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya. Mainne zor se saans li—

“Ahhh…!”

Usne khade-khade hi dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe meri peeth ped se ragad khaati. Meri chunchiyan uske seene se takrati. Usne dono haathon se meri gaand pakad rakhi thi aur tezz tezz dhakke maarta. Geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Main uske kandhe ko pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Uske parallel, doosra aadivasi mummy ko zameen par litaye hue tha. Unki taangein uske kandhon par thin. Woh unki chut mein gehre, slow dhakke maar raha tha — poora lund andar, thoda ghumakar, phir bahar. Mummy ki bhaari chunchiyan har dhakke pe hil rahi thin. Unhone apne haath se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin usne unke haath pakad liye. Mummy ki siskariyan nikal rahi thin—

“Ahhh… ahhh… nahi… ahh… heavy… ahh…”

Teesra aadivasi dono ko dekhte hue apna lund sahla raha tha. Phir woh mere paas aaya. Pehle aadivasi ne meri taang chhodi aur mujhe neeche utaar diya. Teesre ne mujhe charpai jaisi set ki hui soft zameen par litaya. Khud meri taangon ke beech aaya aur apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Uske dhakke alag the — short, tez, aur continuous. Har dhakke pe uske balls meri gaand se takrate. Main neeche se uski peeth kuredne lagi.

“Ahh… ahh… umm… ahh…”

Ab doosra change hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne mummy ko uthaya. Unhe doggy position mein kar diya — haath aage, gaand upar. Usne unki bhaari gaand ke lobes khol kar apna lund unki chut ke muhane par tikaya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—

“Ahhh… ahhh…!”

Usne peeche se tezz dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe mummy ki chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti. Unki siskariyan unchi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… tez… ahh…”

Uske saath hi teesra aadivasi mere paas aaya. Usne mujhe bhi doggy bana diya. Mere bilkul bagal mein mummy thin. Usne mera kamar pakda aur apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Ab dono maa-beti doggy mein the — side by side. Do alag lund, do alag rhythm. Main aur mummy ki siskariyan ek doosre se mil rahi thin.

“Ahh… ahh… mummy… ahh…”  
“Ahh… Anita… ahh… seh lo… ahh…”

Cameras dono ke beech ghum rahe the. Close-up meri gaand ka jahan lund baar-baar ghus raha tha, mummy ki gaand ka, hamari aankhon ka jo ek doosre se mil rahi thin.

Teesra tareeka.

Pehle aadivasi ne mujhe uthaya aur apni god mein bitha liya — face to face. Meri taangein uski kamar ke peeche bandh gayiin. Usne apna lund neeche se meri chut mein adjust kiya aur dono haathon se meri gaand pakad kar upar-neeche hilane laga. Main uske kandhe se lipat gayi. Meri chunchiyan uske seene se ragad kha rahi thin. Har upar-neeche hone pe lund poora andar jaata.

“Ahhh… ahhh… deep… ahh…”

Doosra aadivasi mummy ke peeche aaya. Unhe bhi face to face god mein bitha liya. Ab dono aadivasi khade-khade hum dono ko apni god mein liye hue chod rahe the. Mummy meri taraf dekh rahi thin. Unki aankhein laal thin, muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Main bhi unhe dekh rahi thi. Dono ke jism upar-neeche ho rahe the.

Teesra aadivasi ghumta hua mere peeche aaya. Usne meri chunchiyan peeche se pakad liin aur masalne laga. Kabhi-kabhi jhuk kar meri gardan par muh rakh deta. Main teenon ke beech dabi hui thi — neeche lund, peeche haath, saamne aadivasi ka seena.

Phir position phir se badli.

Mummy ko zameen par seedha litaya gaya. Unki taangein poori faili hui. Pehle aadivasi unki chut mein aaya aur gehre dhakke maarne laga. Doosra aadivasi unke muh ke paas khada ho gaya aur apna lund unke muh mein de diya. Mummy ke muh se gagging awaaz nikalne lagi. Main dekh rahi thi.

Uske baad meri baari aayi. Mujhe bhi seedha litaya gaya. Teesra aadivasi meri chut mein aaya. Pehle aadivasi ab mummy ko chhod kar mere muh ke paas aa gaya. Apna cum-se-geela lund mere muh mein dhakel diya. Ab main bhi same position mein thi — neeche lund, muh mein lund.

Dono maa-beti parallel lit e hue the. Teen aadivasi baari-baari se position badalte. Kabhi meri chut, kabhi mummy ki. Kabhi mere muh, kabhi mummy ke. Har thodi der baad ek aadivasi thak kar hat-ta, doosra aa jata.

Ek position aisi hui jisme pehle aadivasi ne mujhe apni god mein peethe ke bal bitha liya (reverse). Meri peeth uske seene se lagi. Usne neeche se lund meri chut mein daal kar dhakke maare. Doosra aadivasi saamne aaya aur meri taangein pakad kar aur khol diin. Usne apna lund meri chut ke muhane par tikaya jahan pehle wala lund pehle se andar tha. Thodi koshish ke baad usne bhi thoda sa andar dhakel diya. Main zor se chillayi—

“Ahhh… nahi… bahut… ahh…!”

Do lund meri chut ke andar. Stretch itna tha ki aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Dono ne dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Main kaamp rahi thi. Mummy yeh dekh rahi thin. Unki aankhein phadphada rahi thin.

Uske baad same position mummy ke saath try hui. Unhone bhi wahi siskariyan nikaali — “Ahhh… ahhh… bas… nahi… ahh…”

Lambaa time aise hi chalta raha. Alag-alag tareeke, alag-alag angles. Kabhi main upar, mummy neeche. Kabhi dono ek doosre ke upar. Kabhi side by side. Teenon aadivasi thakte nahi the. Unke lund baar-baar hard ho jaate. Cum kitni baar andar jaa chuka tha, ginti nahi thi. Meri chut, mummy ki chut, hamari thighs, pet, chunchiyan… sab cum se geele the.

Aakhir mein teenon ne ek saath climax kiya. Ek meri chut mein, ek mummy ki chut mein, ek mere muh mein. Garam cum ki dhaarein. Main aur mummy dono kaampte hue gir gaye. Saansen nahi aa rahi thin. Body bilkul dheeli.

Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,

“Cut! Bahut strong material hai. Alag-alag positions clean capture hui hain. Ab final close-ups lenge, phir pack-up.”

Main aankhein band kiye zameen par leti rahi. Mummy ka haath dheere se meri jaangh par aaya. Unki ungliyan bhi kaamp rahi thin.



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[harinder singh]

UPDET 7


Camera different angles se ghumta raha. Kabhi mera face, kabhi mummy ka tight grip mere haath par, kabhi aadivasiyon ke haath jo hamare baazuon par the. Tension ko lambaa khinchne diya gaya.

Tabhi Ravi sir ne pehli baar kaha,

“Cut!”

Sab ruk gaye. Lights thodi adjust hui. Ravi sir paas aaye aur bole,

“Bahut accha. Tension sahi aa rahi hai. Anita, tera ‘Mummy… please…’ bilkul natural tha. Mummy, tumhari protectiveness strong hai, bas thoda aur helplessness add karo jab woh tumhe alag karte hain. Ab do minute break. Paani piyo. Phir dobara same scene, thoda aur intense.”

Hum dono ne paani piya. Haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the. Mummy ne dheere se mera haath dabaya. Kuch nahi kaha. Sirf aankhon se samjha diya ki scene ab aur aage jaayega.

Do minute baad phir se positions par jaana hua.

“Camera ready… Sound ready… Action!”

Scene dobara shuru hua — car rukna, doors khulna, baahar nikalna, pedon ke beech ghera jaana, dialogues, tension… sab kuch phir se. Is baar reactions aur sharp the. Camera zyada close gaya. Har saans, har nazar, har chhota resistance record ho raha tha.

Shoot jaari tha.

Aur ab scene us mod par aa chuka tha jahan se aage ka hissa shuru hone wala tha.


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“Action!” Ravi sir ki awaaz gunji.

Cameras roll kar rahe the. Lights soft jungle effect de rahe the. Hum dono pedon ke beech khade the — mummy aur main. Teen aadivasi hume gher e hue the. Kal wala tension wala hissa already shoot ho chuka tha. Ab aage ka scene shuru hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne aage badh kar meri kurti ka gala pakda. Zor se kheench a. Kapde ki fatne ki awaaz aayi — chaaaak. Kurti ke upar ke buttons udd gaye. Mera seena thoda sa khul gaya. Mainne resist kiya, haath aage kiye,

“Nahi… chhod do…!”

Doosre aadivasi ne mummy ki saari ka pallu pakda aur ek jhatke mein kheench liya. Pallu neeche gir gaya. Blouse ke upar unki nazar thi. Usne blouse ke buttons par haath dala aur zor se kheench a. Buttons ki awaaz aayi. Mummy ki saari ka aanchal bhi khulne laga. Unhone apne haath se seena dhakne ki koshish ki,

“Hath mat lagao… please… beti ko chhod do…!”

Teesre aadivasi ne meri jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Jeans ko dono haathon se pakad kar neeche kheenchne laga. Main jhujhla uthi. Pairon se jeans nikalne lagi. Ab meri panty aur phati hui kurti hi bachi thi. Pehle aadivasi ne meri kurti ke dono side se pakad kar aur kheench a. Kapda aur phata. Meri bra nazar aane lagi.

Mummy ke saath bhi yahi ho raha tha. Doosre aadivasi ne unki saari ko kamar se kheench kar neeche gira diya. Petticoat ki naada pakad kar tor di. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab mummy sirf blouse aur petticoat ke neeche ki soft skin mein thin. Blouse ke bache hue buttons bhi tor diye gaye. Unki bra expose ho gayi.

Cameras har angle se le rahe the — kapdon ke fatne ki awaaz, hamari saansen, resist karte haath, aadivasiyon ke chehre.

Pehle aadivasi ne meri bra ki hook peeche se pakdi aur tor di. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Meri chunchiyan free ho gayiin — soft, tight nipples, darr aur garmi se upar ko tight. Usne meri panty mein ungliyaan daal kar ek jhatke mein neeche kheench di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi.

Mummy ke saath bhi same hua. Unki bra tori gayi. Petticoat poora nikal diya gaya. Unki bhaari chunchiyan free ho gayiin, nipples dark aur tight. Neeche unki chut bilkul nangi thi. Dono maa-beti ab pedon ke beech nangi khadi thin. Teen aadivasi unhe dekh rahe the.

Pehle aadivasi ne mujhe pakad kar neeche gira diya. Soft zameen par meri peeth lagi. Usne meri taangein khol diin. Apna lungi upar uthaya. Uske lund ne nazar aayi — mota, kaala, nasein phooli hui, pehle se hard. Usne usse meri chut ke muhane par tikaya aur bina der kiye ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya.

“Ahhh…!” meri siskari nikal gayi.

Poora lund andar tha. Base meri soft lips se sata hua. Usne turant dhakke shuru kar diye — tez, mazboot, gehre. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan hilti thin. Main neeche se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish karti, lekin usne mere haath pakad kar mere sir ke upar daba diye.

“Ahh… ahh… nahi… ahh…”

Doosre aadivasi ne mummy ko bhi neeche gira diya. Unki taangein kholiin aur apna lungi uthaya. Uske lund bhi mota tha. Usne mummy ki chut par tikaya aur ek dhakke mein andar kar diya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… nahi… beti… ahh…”

Ab dono ke jism hil rahe the. Do alag-alag rhythm. Main neeche, meri taangein faili hui, pehla aadivasi mujhe tezz dhakke maar raha tha. Thap… thap… thap… geeli awaaz nikalne lagi. Meri chut uske mote lund ko choos rahi thi. Har dhakke pe meri body upar ko uthti.

Mummy ke taraf, doosra aadivasi unhe chod raha tha. Unki bhaari chunchiyan har thrust pe hilti thin. Unhone apne haath se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin woh unke haath pakad kar neeche dabaaye hue tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se mil rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Teesra aadivasi dono ko dekhte hue khada tha. Usne apna lungi uthaya aur apna lund sahlaane laga. Phir woh mere paas aaya. Pehle aadivasi ne meri taraf se thoda hat te hue meri chunchiyan pakad liin aur masalne laga. Teesre ne mera muh pakda aur apna lund mere honthon par ragadne laga. Mainne muh band karne ki koshish ki, lekin usne zor se muh kholwa diya aur lund andar dhakel diya.

Ab meri muh mein lund tha, neeche pehla aadivasi meri chut phaad raha tha. Aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Main dabi hui siskariyan nikaal rahi thi — “umm… umm…”

Mummy ke taraf, doosra aadivasi unhe taangein kandhon par rakh kar aur gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Unki siskariyan unchi thi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… nahi… ahh… beti ko dekh… ahh…”

Teesra aadivasi mere muh se lund nikaal kar mummy ke paas gaya. Usne mummy ka muh pakda aur apna lund unke muh mein dhakel diya. Mummy ki aankhein meri taraf thin. Main unhe dekh rahi thi — unke muh mein lund, neeche doosra aadivasi unki chut mein dhakke maar raha tha.

Cameras har angle se le rahe the. Close-up meri chut ka jahan lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha. Mummy ki chunchiyon ka jo hil rahi thin. Hamari aankhon ka jo ek doosre se mil rahi thin.

Pehle aadivasi ne meri taangein aur khol diin aur pace tezz kar diya. Ab dhakke bahut tezz the. Meri chut ki geeli awaaz continuous thi — thap-thap-thap-thap. Main kaampne lagi. Usne meri chunchiyan zor se pakad kar masalte hue last strong thrusts maare aur apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“Ahhh…!” meri awaaz nikal gayi.

Garam cum ki dhaar andar jaane lagi. Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum meri chut se nikal kar zameen par girne laga. Usne turant position change ki. Mujhe ulta karke doggy bana diya. Haath aage, gaand upar. Usne phir se lund meri chut mein daal diya aur peeche se dhakke maarne laga. Is baar aur gehre.

Mummy ko bhi doggy banaya gaya. Doosra aadivasi unke peeche se dhakke maar raha tha. Unki bhaari chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hil rahi thin. Teesra aadivasi unke muh ke saamne khada ho gaya aur lund unke muh mein de diya. Ab mummy doggy mein thin — peeche lund, aage lund.

Main bhi doggy mein thi. Pehle aadivasi meri gaand pakde hue tezz dhakke maar raha tha. Meri siskariyan nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… umm…”

Thodi der baad teesra aadivasi mere paas aaya. Pehle aadivasi ne lund bahar nikaala. Teesre ne apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Ab naya lund, naya rhythm. Woh bhi tezz tha. Usne meri chunchiyan neeche se pakad kar kheenchte hue dhakke maare. Main jhelti rahi.

Mummy ke saath bhi exchange hua. Doosra aadivasi unke muh ke saamne aa gaya, teesra unki chut mein. Har thodi der baad position change, lund change. Kabhi main upar, mummy neeche. Kabhi dono side-by-side litayi gayiin. Teenon aadivasi baari-baari se dono ki chut aur muh ka istemaal kar rahe the.

Lambaa time chal a. Mere jism par paseena chamak raha tha. Chut soojne lagi thi. Cum pehle se hi andar tha, ab naya cum mil raha tha. Mummy ki haalat bhi same thi. Unki siskariyan ab toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… bas… ahh… nahi… ahh…”

Aakhir mein teenon ne baari-baari se dono ke andar paani choda. Pehle meri chut mein, phir mummy ki, phir phir se meri. Cum itna tha ki meri thighs, mummy ki thighs, zameen… sab geela tha. Hamari chunchiyan laal thin, nishaan pad gaye the. Saansen haafti hui.

Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,

“Cut!”

Cameras ruk gaye. Lights thodi adjust hui. Teen aadivasi peeche hate. Main aur mummy zameen par haafte hue pade the — nangi, cum se bhari hui, kapde itar-bitar.

Suresh sir ne paas aakar kaha, “Bahut strong take tha. Chemistry aur tension dono saaf aa rahe the. Ab thoda break. Paani do inhe. Phir kuch close-up shots lenge.”

Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Body kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ka haath dheere se mere haath par aaya. Unhone halka sa dabaya. Kuch nahi kaha.



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“Cut!” ke baad thoda break hua tha, lekin cameras phir se roll position mein aa gaye. Ravi sir ne kaha,

“Ab alag-alag positions aur angles lenge. Teenon aadivasi alag-alag tareeke se maa aur beti ke saath action karenge. Continuous takes. Natural reactions do.”

Lights adjust hue. Main aur mummy ab bhi zameen par nangi the. Cum hamari thighs par sukhne laga tha, sticky. Teen aadivasi phir se kareeb aaye.

Pehla tareeka shuru hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne mujhe uthaya aur ek ped ke against khada kar diya. Meri peeth chhalni se lagi. Usne meri ek taang upar uthayi aur apne kamar se pakad li. Apna lund meri cum-bhari chut par ragda aur ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya. Mainne zor se saans li—

“Ahhh…!”

Usne khade-khade hi dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe meri peeth ped se ragad khaati. Meri chunchiyan uske seene se takrati. Usne dono haathon se meri gaand pakad rakhi thi aur tezz tezz dhakke maarta. Geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Main uske kandhe ko pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Uske parallel, doosra aadivasi mummy ko zameen par litaye hue tha. Unki taangein uske kandhon par thin. Woh unki chut mein gehre, slow dhakke maar raha tha — poora lund andar, thoda ghumakar, phir bahar. Mummy ki bhaari chunchiyan har dhakke pe hil rahi thin. Unhone apne haath se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin usne unke haath pakad liye. Mummy ki siskariyan nikal rahi thin—

“Ahhh… ahhh… nahi… ahh… heavy… ahh…”

Teesra aadivasi dono ko dekhte hue apna lund sahla raha tha. Phir woh mere paas aaya. Pehle aadivasi ne meri taang chhodi aur mujhe neeche utaar diya. Teesre ne mujhe charpai jaisi set ki hui soft zameen par litaya. Khud meri taangon ke beech aaya aur apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Uske dhakke alag the — short, tez, aur continuous. Har dhakke pe uske balls meri gaand se takrate. Main neeche se uski peeth kuredne lagi.

“Ahh… ahh… umm… ahh…”

Ab doosra change hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne mummy ko uthaya. Unhe doggy position mein kar diya — haath aage, gaand upar. Usne unki bhaari gaand ke lobes khol kar apna lund unki chut ke muhane par tikaya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—

“Ahhh… ahhh…!”

Usne peeche se tezz dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe mummy ki chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti. Unki siskariyan unchi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… tez… ahh…”

Uske saath hi teesra aadivasi mere paas aaya. Usne mujhe bhi doggy bana diya. Mere bilkul bagal mein mummy thin. Usne mera kamar pakda aur apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Ab dono maa-beti doggy mein the — side by side. Do alag lund, do alag rhythm. Main aur mummy ki siskariyan ek doosre se mil rahi thin.

“Ahh… ahh… mummy… ahh…”  
“Ahh… Anita… ahh… seh lo… ahh…”

Cameras dono ke beech ghum rahe the. Close-up meri gaand ka jahan lund baar-baar ghus raha tha, mummy ki gaand ka, hamari aankhon ka jo ek doosre se mil rahi thin.

Teesra tareeka.

Pehle aadivasi ne mujhe uthaya aur apni god mein bitha liya — face to face. Meri taangein uski kamar ke peeche bandh gayiin. Usne apna lund neeche se meri chut mein adjust kiya aur dono haathon se meri gaand pakad kar upar-neeche hilane laga. Main uske kandhe se lipat gayi. Meri chunchiyan uske seene se ragad kha rahi thin. Har upar-neeche hone pe lund poora andar jaata.

“Ahhh… ahhh… deep… ahh…”

Doosra aadivasi mummy ke peeche aaya. Unhe bhi face to face god mein bitha liya. Ab dono aadivasi khade-khade hum dono ko apni god mein liye hue chod rahe the. Mummy meri taraf dekh rahi thin. Unki aankhein laal thin, muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Main bhi unhe dekh rahi thi. Dono ke jism upar-neeche ho rahe the.

Teesra aadivasi ghumta hua mere peeche aaya. Usne meri chunchiyan peeche se pakad liin aur masalne laga. Kabhi-kabhi jhuk kar meri gardan par muh rakh deta. Main teenon ke beech dabi hui thi — neeche lund, peeche haath, saamne aadivasi ka seena.

Phir position phir se badli.

Mummy ko zameen par seedha litaya gaya. Unki taangein poori faili hui. Pehle aadivasi unki chut mein aaya aur gehre dhakke maarne laga. Doosra aadivasi unke muh ke paas khada ho gaya aur apna lund unke muh mein de diya. Mummy ke muh se gagging awaaz nikalne lagi. Main dekh rahi thi.

Uske baad meri baari aayi. Mujhe bhi seedha litaya gaya. Teesra aadivasi meri chut mein aaya. Pehle aadivasi ab mummy ko chhod kar mere muh ke paas aa gaya. Apna cum-se-geela lund mere muh mein dhakel diya. Ab main bhi same position mein thi — neeche lund, muh mein lund.

Dono maa-beti parallel lit e hue the. Teen aadivasi baari-baari se position badalte. Kabhi meri chut, kabhi mummy ki. Kabhi mere muh, kabhi mummy ke. Har thodi der baad ek aadivasi thak kar hat-ta, doosra aa jata.

Ek position aisi hui jisme pehle aadivasi ne mujhe apni god mein peethe ke bal bitha liya (reverse). Meri peeth uske seene se lagi. Usne neeche se lund meri chut mein daal kar dhakke maare. Doosra aadivasi saamne aaya aur meri taangein pakad kar aur khol diin. Usne apna lund meri chut ke muhane par tikaya jahan pehle wala lund pehle se andar tha. Thodi koshish ke baad usne bhi thoda sa andar dhakel diya. Main zor se chillayi—

“Ahhh… nahi… bahut… ahh…!”

Do lund meri chut ke andar. Stretch itna tha ki aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Dono ne dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Main kaamp rahi thi. Mummy yeh dekh rahi thin. Unki aankhein phadphada rahi thin.

Uske baad same position mummy ke saath try hui. Unhone bhi wahi siskariyan nikaali — “Ahhh… ahhh… bas… nahi… ahh…”

Lambaa time aise hi chalta raha. Alag-alag tareeke, alag-alag angles. Kabhi main upar, mummy neeche. Kabhi dono ek doosre ke upar. Kabhi side by side. Teenon aadivasi thakte nahi the. Unke lund baar-baar hard ho jaate. Cum kitni baar andar jaa chuka tha, ginti nahi thi. Meri chut, mummy ki chut, hamari thighs, pet, chunchiyan… sab cum se geele the.

Aakhir mein teenon ne ek saath climax kiya. Ek meri chut mein, ek mummy ki chut mein, ek mere muh mein. Garam cum ki dhaarein. Main aur mummy dono kaampte hue gir gaye. Saansen nahi aa rahi thin. Body bilkul dheeli.

Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,

“Cut! Bahut strong material hai. Alag-alag positions clean capture hui hain. Ab final close-ups lenge, phir pack-up.”

Main aankhein band kiye zameen par leti rahi. Mummy ka haath dheere se meri jaangh par aaya. Unki ungliyan bhi kaamp rahi thin.



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nice story

[Anita patel]

New UPDET

“Final close-ups! Camera tight!” Ravi sir ki awaaz gunji.

Sab lights ekdum se meri aur mummy ki nangi body par focus ho gaye. Cameras bilkul kareeb aa gaye — itne kareeb ki meri saans ki garmi lens par pad rahi thi. Teen aadivasi ab bhi hamare upar the. Unke lund ab bhi hard the, cum se geele, aur woh rukne wale nahi the.

Pehle aadivasi ne meri taangein itni zor se khol diin ki meri jaanghon mein dard utar aaya. Usne apna mota, kaala lund meri sooji hui chut ke muhane par tikaya. Mainne sir hilana shuru kiya,

“Nahi… please… aur nahi… ahhh…!”

Lekin usne ek hi janwar-jaise dhakke mein poora lund andar tak dhakel diya.

“AHHHH…!!!”

Meri awaaz itni unchi nikal gayi ki poora set gunj utha. Uske lund ne meri chut ko itna phaada ki mujhe saaf feel hua kuch andar se fat gaya. Geeli, garam dhaar meri chut se nikalne lagi — laal. Khoon.

Camera ne turant zoom kiya.

Close-up: meri khuli hui, sooji hui chut jisme mota lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha, aur har dhakke ke saath laal khoon ki dhaarein cum ke saath mil kar bahar nikal rahi thin. Sticky, laal-safed mixture meri gaand aur thighs par fail raha tha.

“AHHH… nahi… khoon… ahhh… mat… ahhh…!!!”

Main bilkul jabardasti chillane lagi. Awaaz mein dard, darr aur majboori thi. Usne meri chunchiyon ko itni zor se pakda ki uske ungliyon ke nishaan laal pad gaye. Nipples ko pinch karke kheenchne laga. Meri soft chunchiyan laal ho chuki thin — daant ke nishaan, ungliyon ke nishaan, thappad ke nishaan.

Bagal mein mummy ki haalat bhi yahi thi.

Doosra aadivasi unki taangein kandhon tak fold karke dabaaye hue tha. Unki chut bilkul khuli hui thi — lips sooje hue, andar ka gulabi hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Usne apna lund poora andar tak dhakel rakha tha aur tezz, short, mazboot dhakke maar raha tha. Har thrust pe mummy ki bhaari chunchiyan upar-neeche uchal rahi thin. Unki chunchiyan bhi poori laal ho chuki thin — nishaan, barish, kaatne ke marks.

Mummy ki awaaz bhi ab control ke baahar thi—

“AHHHH… nahi… chhod do… ahhh… beti… ahhh… bahut ho gaya… ahhh…!!!”

Camera unki chut par zoom kar gaya. Close-up: unki poori khuli hui chut, mota lund baar-baar uske andar ghus raha tha, aur pehle se bhara hua cum har dhakke ke saath bahar nikal-nikal kar unki gaand par fail raha tha. Unki chut itni khul chuki thi ki lund ke baahar nikalte hi andar ka hissa thoda sa bahar ko aa jaata.

Teesra aadivasi dono ke beech ghum raha tha. Kabhi meri laal chunchiyon ko zor se masalta, kabhi mummy ki. Kabhi mera muh pakad kar apna lund dhakelta, kabhi mummy ka.

Ab final round shuru hua.

Pehle aadivasi ne meri taangein aur zyada khol diin. Usne meri chut mein lund daale hue hi meri clit ko anguthe se tezz tezz ragadna shuru kiya. Main sir zor-zor se hilane lagi—

“AHHH… mat… ahhh… nikal raha… ahhh… khoon… ahhh…!!!”

Uske dhakke ab itne tezz the ki meri poori body hil rahi thi. Khoon aur cum ki mixed dhaar continuously bahar nikal rahi thi. Camera ne bilkul tight close-up liya — meri chut ke lips lund ke around lipte hue, laal khoon ki lines, aur andar se nikalta hua thick cum.

Usne last ke 10-12 dhakke itni taaquat se maare ki meri aankhon ke saamne andhera chha gaya. Phir usne apna poora paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Itna zyada ki mujhe feel hua jaise andar kuch aur nahi sama sakta. Cum ki dhaar khoon ke saath mil kar meri chut se bahar nikalne lagi.

“AHHHH… bhar diya… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…!!!”

Usne lund bahar nikaala. Camera ne turant capture kiya — meri poori khuli hui, laal, sooji hui chut jisse continuous cum aur khoon ki mixed dhaar bahar nikal rahi thi. Chut ke lips itne sooje hue the ki band nahi ho pa rahe the.

Ab mummy ki baari.

Doosra aadivasi unki chut mein itni tezz se dhakke maar raha tha ki unki siskariyan chillahaton mein badal gayi thin—

“AHHHH… ahhh… chhod… ahhh… bahut… ahhh…!!!”

Usne unki laal chunchiyon ko dono haathon se pakad kar itna zor se masla ki unke nishaan gehre laal pad gaye. Phir last thrusts maarte hue usne apna poora cum unki chut ke andar chod diya. Mummy ki body arch ho gayi. Unki chut se bhi cum ki moti dhaar bahar nikalne lagi.

Camera unki chut par gaya. Close-up: mummy ki bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui chut, andar ka hissa dikh raha tha, aur continuous cum nikal raha tha. Unki chunchiyan poori laal, nishaanon se bhari hui.

Teesra aadivasi ne dono ki chut mein baari-baari se apna lund daal kar last cum nikaala — pehle meri khoon-bhari chut mein, phir mummy ki khuli hui chut mein. Ab dono ki chut se cum ki dhaarein ruki nahi thin.

Final shot:

Camera ne pehle meri chut ka tight close-up liya — laal khoon aur safed cum ki mixed sticky dhaar, sooje hue lips, bilkul khuli hui. Phir mummy ki chut ka — poori tarah khuli hui, cum se labriz, andar tak dikhta hua. Phir dono ki laal, nishaan-bhari chunchiyon ka. Phir hamare faces ka — aankhon se paani, muh khula hua, siskariyan ab bhi nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… umm… ahh…”

Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,

“Cut! Final take done. Pack up.”

Cameras ruk gaye. Lights dim hue.

Main aur mummy zameen par kaampte hue pade the. Meri chut se ab bhi khoon aur cum tipak raha tha. Mummy ki chut se cum ki dhaar ruki nahi thi. Dono ki chunchiyan laal aur nishaanon se bhari hui thin. Awaaze ab dheemi pad rahi thin, lekin body ab bhi kaamp rahi thi.

Aakhri scene yahin khatam hua.




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“Pack up” ke baad set par ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi thi. Lights dim ho chuke the. Cameras cover ho rahe the. Teen aadivasi artiste apne lungi sambhalte hue side mein chale gaye. Ravi sir aur Suresh sir apne assistants se baat kar rahe the.

Main aur mummy ab bhi usi soft zameen par leti thin. Meri chut se ab bhi halka-halka khoon aur cum tipak raha tha. Thighs bilkul sticky. Chunchiyan laal aur nishaanon se bhari hui. Mummy ki haalat bhi same thi — unki chut bilkul khuli hui, cum ki dhaarein unki jaanghon par sukhne lagi thin, chunchiyan gehre laal nishaanon se bhari.

Mainne pehle haath badhaaya. Body itni dard kar rahi thi ki uthna mushkil ho raha tha. Mummy ne bhi dheere se meri taraf haath badhaya. Hum dono ek doosre ka sahara le kar uthne ki koshish karne lage. Pairon mein bilkul taaquat nahi thi. Jaise hi main khadi hui, meri chut mein ek tezz dard utra aur main thodi si jhuk gayi.

“Ahh…” meri dabi hui awaaz nikal gayi.

Mummy ne mera baazu pakda. Unki apni chaal bhi bilkul normal nahi thi. Taangein faili hui, kamar jhuki hui. Dono ne ek doosre ko dekh liya. Aankhon mein thakan, dard aur ek gehra khali-pan tha.

Set ke corner mein ek chhota sa changing area tha. Wahan pehle se kuch spare clothes rakhe hue the — doosre scenes ke liye. Mainne dheere-dheere wahan kadam badhaye. Har kadam pe meri chut hilti, dard utarta, aur cum ki sticky feeling thighs ke beech se ragadti. Mummy mere bilkul bagal mein thin. Unki saari ke tukde peeche zameen par pade the, blouse phata hua.

Changing area mein pahunch kar mainne pehle ek clean panty uthayi. Haath kaamp rahe the. Mainne dheere se panty peheni. Jaise hi kapda meri sooji hui, khoon-aur-cum se geeli chut se laga, ek tezz jalan hui. Mainne aankhein band kar liin aur saans rok li. Phir bra uthayi. Laal nishaanon wali chunchiyon par bra ka kapda laga to phir se dard utra. Hook lagate waqt ungliyan kaamp rahi thin.

Mummy ne bhi same kiya. Unhone ek soft panty uthayi aur dheere-dheere peheni. Unki khuli hui chut par kapda lagte hi unke muh se halki siskari nikal gayi. Phir unhone bra pehni. Unki bhaari, laal chunchiyan bra ke cup mein adjust hote hi unhone aankhein band kar liin.

Ab kapdon ki baari thi. Hamare original kapde itne phate hue the ki pehenne layak nahi the. Mainne doosre set se ek simple kurti aur leggings nikaale. Kurti peheni to chunchiyon par thoda pressure aaya. Leggings chadhate waqt meri taangein kaamp rahi thin. Mummy ne ek plain salwar-kameez nikaali. Salwar chadhate hue unki chaal dekh kar samajh aa raha tha ki unhe bhi har kadam par dard ho raha hai.

Hum dono ne chehra thoda sa paani se dhooya. Aankhon ke around laali ab bhi thi. Hoth sooje hue. Gale par halki-halki nishaniyan.

Ravi sir ne door se kaha, “ Material bahut strong hai. Paise ki baat baad mein.”

Humne sir hilaya. Kuch nahi bola. Dheere-dheere set se baahar nikal gaye. Baahar ki hawa thodi thandi thi, lekin hamari body ab bhi garam aur dard se bhari hui thi.

Auto mila. Baithte hi mainne taangein faila kar baithne ki koshish ki. Leggings ke andar panty bilkul geeli si feel ho rahi thi. Mummy bhi mere bagal mein baithi. Unhone apni salwar ko thoda adjust kiya. Dono chup. Auto ke jhatkon se har baar dard utarta.

Ghar pahunche to shaam ke almost saat baj rahe the. Gate kholte hi pata chala ki Papa aa chuke hain. Unki slippers bahar rakhi thin. Dil zor se dhadak utha.

Andar gaye to Papa drawing room mein baithe the. TV chal raha tha. Unhone humhe dekhte hi TV band kiya.

“Itni der laga di? Market se seedha aa gaye kya?”

Main bol nahi paayi. Mummy ne aage badh kar normal awaaz banane ki koshish ki, lekin unki awaaz mein thakan saaf thi.

“Haan… thodi der late ho gaya.”

Papa ne meri taraf dekha. Phir mummy ki taraf. Unki nazar hamari chaal par ruk gayi. Main seedha nahi chal pa rahi thi. Taangein thodi faili hui, kadam chhote-chhote. Mummy ki bhi yahi haalat thi. Unhone apni salwar ko baar-baar adjust kiya.

Papa ne aankhein sikodi. “Kya hua? Dono ki chaal ajeeb kyun hai? Tabiyat theek nahi hai kya?”

Mainne neeche dekh liya. Mummy ne ek second socha, phir aage badh kar sofa par baith gayi. Baithte hi unke muh se halki si awaaz nikal gayi. Unhone meri taraf ishara kiya. Main bhi dheere se unke bagal mein baith gayi. Leggings ke andar se dard utar raha tha.

Papa khade ho gaye. “Bol na. Kya hua?”

Mummy ne saans bhari. Unhone apni aankhein neeche ki, jaise himmat jama rahi hon. Phir dheere se boli,

“Raaste mein… teen chor aa gaye the.”

Papa ki aankhein phail gayiin. “Kya?!”

Mummy ne meri taraf ek nazar daali, phir Papa ko dekhte hue story sunani shuru ki. Awaaz mein darr aur thakan dono thi.

“Hum auto se utar kar thoda sa walk kar rahe the… shortcut se. Wahan se teen ladke aa gaye. Pehle unhone paise maange, mobile maanga. Humne dene ki koshish ki… lekin unhone… unhone saman nahi liya.”

Papa ka chehra tight ho gaya. “Matlab?”

Mummy ki awaaz thodi kaampne lagi. “Unhone… hum dono ko… dhakka dekar ek khaali plot mein le gaye. Wahan… unhone humare kapde… phaad diye. Paise-mobile se zyada unki nazar… hum par thi. Unhone… hum dono ko… dhamki dekar… jo kiya…”

Woh ruki. Aankhein geeli ho gayi thin. Main chupchaap baithi rahi. Meri aankhein bhi bhar aayi thin — asli dard se, aur is jhooth ko nibhane ki majboori se.

Papa ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh aage badhe. “Kya kiya unhone? Bol clearly!”

Mummy ne sir jhuka liya. “Jo soch sakte ho… wahi. Hum dono ko… alag-alag… zabardasti… kiya. Bahut der tak. Jab woh chale gaye… tab humne doosre kapde pehne jo wahan padey the kisi ne phenke hue… aur ghar aa gaye.”

Papa ne apna sir pakad liya. “security officer! Abhi security officer ko phone karta hoon!”

Mummy ne turant haath badha kar unka haath pakad liya. “Nahi… please mat karo. Unhone kaha tha agar security officer ko bataya toh… woh phir aayenge. Aur… humari izzat… ab aur logon ke saamne nahi… please Papa. Ab jo ho gaya so ho gaya. Hum… hum theek ho jaayenge.”

Papa ki aankhein laal thin. Woh room mein chhalne lage. “Teen chor… meri biwi aur beti ko… aur main yahan…”

Mainne dheere se kaha, awaaz bilkul dabi hui, “Papa… ab mat… please. Mummy theek keh rahi hain. Ab aur kuch nahi… hum sambhal lenge.”

Papa ne meri taraf dekha. Meri aankhon mein paani dekh kar unka chehra aur tight ho gaya. Unhone mummy ki taraf dekha — unki chaal, unke baithne ka tareeka, unke gale par halki nishaniyan jo saari ke neeche se thodi dikh rahi thin.

Woh aage aaye aur mummy ke kandhe par haath rakha. “Dono bathroom jao. Garam paani se naha lo. Main khana garam karta hoon. Kal doctor ke paas le jaayenge.”

Mummy ne sir hilaya. Main uthi. Uthte hi meri taang mein dard utra aur main thodi si lachakti. Papa ne turant mera haath pakad liya.

“Slowly… dheere.”

Mainne unka haath chhodne ki koshish nahi ki. Unke sahare se bathroom tak gayi. Mummy peeche-peeche aa rahi thin. Unki chaal dekh kar Papa ka chehra phir se kaala pad gaya.

Bathroom ka darwaza band hote hi mainne aankhein band kar liin.

Panty ke andar ab bhi sticky feeling thi.
Bra ke neeche laal nishaan dard kar rahe the.
Aur baahar Papa the… jo ab ek jhooth ki duniya mein khade the.

Mummy ne mera haath pakda. Paani ki awaaz ke peeche unhone dheere se kaha,

“Ab yeh story hi hamari sachchai hai. Samajh gayi na?”

Mainne sir hilaya.


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Us raat ke baad kuch din aise hi guzar gaye.

Pehle din subah uthte hi body ab bhi dard kar rahi thi. Chut mein halki si jalan, chunchiyon par nishaan ab gehre laal se halki guhongi mein badal chuke the. Papa ne doctor ke paas le jaane ki baat ki thi, lekin mummy ne mana kar diya. “Ab theek ho jaayega. Doctor ke paas jaakar sawal-jawab nahi seh paayenge.” Papa chup ho gaye. Unhone sirf itna kaha, “Jo chahiye bolo. Main hoon.”

Uske baad se ghar ka mahaul dheere-dheere badalne laga.

Main college nahi gayi. Mummy ne college ko phone karke aur do din ki chhutti le li — “Abhi bhi kamzori hai.” Papa office jaane lage, lekin har shaam jaldi aate. Unki aankhon mein ab bhi woh raat wali baat ghoomti rehti thi, lekin woh poochte nahi the. Bas dekhte rehte.

Mummy aur main… hum dono dheere-dheere ek doosre ke kareeb aane lage.

Pehle din shaam ko jab Papa TV dekh rahe the, mummy mere room mein aayi. Darwaza band kiya. Bed par mere bagal mein baith gayi. Kuch der chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli,

“Dard ab bhi hai?”

Mainne sir hilaya. “Thoda… chalne mein.”

Unhone mera haath pakad liya. Kal tak jo haath meri chunchiyon ko masalta tha, jo meri chut mein ungliyan daalta tha, aaj wohi haath sirf sahara de raha tha. Mainne unka haath wapas dabaya.

Us raat se hum dono ki baat cheet badalne lagi.

Dusre din subah naashta karte hue mummy ne achanak kaha, “Woh shoot… cancel kar dete hain.”

Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unhone chai ka cup neeche rakha.

“Ravi sir ne kal phone kiya tha. Agle scene ki baat kar rahe the. Mainne saaf mana kar diya. Kaha ki Anita ki tabiyat theek nahi, aur main bhi ab is line mein nahi jaana chahti. Unhone thoda pressure dala, paise ki baat ki, lekin mainne cut kar diya.”

Main chup rahi. Andar se ek ajeeb sa sukoon mila. Woh wala darr, woh cameras, woh teen aadivasi, woh khoon aur cum… ab aur nahi.

Mummy ne aage kaha, “Ab padhai pe dhyan de. college regular jaa. Main bhi ghar ke kaam mein busy rahungi. Jo hua… woh hum dono ke beech reh jaaye. Papa ko jo story bataayi hai, wahi hamari sachchai hai ab.”

Mainne sir hilaya. “Theek hai.”

Uske baad se din normal hone lage.

Main subah uthkar college jaane lagi. Uniform pehenti, baal baandhti, tiffin pakadti. Mummy door tak chhodti. Kabhi-kabhi mere baal theek karti, toh unki ungliyan mere maathe par phir jaati — lekin ab unmein woh garmi nahi thi. Sirf ek maa wali narmi thi.

college mein doston ke beech baithti. Hasati. Padhti. Teacher jab history ka chapter padhate toh main dhyan se sunti. Pehle jo dimaag mein sirf body, siskariyan aur dhakke ghoomte the, ab dheere-dheere books, homework aur class ke notes aa rahe the.

Shaam ko ghar aati to mummy kitchen mein hoti. Main bag rakhkar unke paas chali jaati. Kabhi aloo chheelne mein madad karti, kabhi unke saath chai peeti. Hum baatein karte — college ki, doston ki, padhai ki. Kabhi-kabhi khul ke has dete. Ek din mainne achanak kaha,

“Woh raat… ab bhi yaad aati hai.”

Mummy ne chhuri rakh di. Meri taraf dekha. Phir dheere se boli, “Aati rahegi. Lekin ab usse jeena nahi hai. Ab hum normal zindagi jeenge. Tu meri beti hai… aur ab meri saheli bhi. Jo baat dil mein aaye, khul ke bol dena. Main bhi bolungi.”

Us din ke baad hum aur khul gaye.

Raat ko jab Papa so jaate, kabhi-kabhi mummy mere room mein aa jaati. Bed par lit kar baatein karti. Kal ki shooting, chowkidar, budhdha, producer… sab kuch. Bina sharam ke, bina chhupaye. Kabhi main unse poochti, “Tumhe dard hua tha na us raat?” Toh woh seedha bolti, “Haan. Bahut. Lekin ab nahi sochna.” Kabhi woh poochti, “Teri padhai pe asar toh nahi pada?” Main bata deti, “Pehle distract hoti thi. Ab dhyan lagane ki koshish karti hoon.”

Ek din mainne college ka result dikhaya. Marks ache aaye the. Mummy ne mujhe pakad kar gale laga liya. Unki chunchiyan mere seene se lagi, lekin us mein koi garmi nahi thi. Sirf sukoon tha. Unhone mere baal sahlaate hue kaha, “Bahut accha. Ab isi tarah lagatar mehnat karti reh.”

Papa bhi dheere-dheere normal hone lage. Woh ab humari chaal nahi dekhte the. Khane par baithkar normal baatein karte — office ki, news ki. Kabhi-kabhi meri padhai ke baare mein poochte. Main bata deti. Unki aankhon mein ab bhi ek halka sa darr tha, lekin woh chhupaate the.

Hafta guzar gaya. Phir do hafte.

Body ke nishaan bilkul gayab ho gaye. Chut ki jalan khatam. Chalne-phirne mein koi takleef nahi rahi. Main phir se purani Anita jaisi ho gayi — college bag, books, doston ke saath hansi-mazak. Mummy bhi ghar ke kaam, TV serials, aur meri padhai mein busy rehne lagi.

Ek shaam ko balcony mein baithkar chai pi rahe the. Sooraj dhal raha tha. Mummy ne achanak kaha,

“Lagta hai ab hum nikal aaye us andhere se.”

Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unke chehre par halki muskurahat thi — thaki hui, lekin asli.

“Haan,” mainne kaha. “Ab normal hai.”

Unhone mera haath pakda. “Jo bhi hua… usne humein todne ki koshish ki. Lekin hum toot kar bhi ek doosre ke saath khade rahe. Ab sirf aage dekhna hai. Padhai, future, normal zindagi.”

Mainne unka haath dabaya.

Us shaam hawa mein koi bojh nahi tha.
Na koi shoot ka phone,
na koi choron wali story ka darr,
na koi chhupi hui garmi.

Sirf maa aur beti.
Saheliyan jaisi.
Khul ke baatein karti hui.
Normal zindagi jeeti hui.

Din aise hi guzarte rahe.
college, homework, mummy ke saath kitchen ki baatein, Papa ke saath dinner, aur raat ko shant neend.


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[Anita patel]

NEW UPDATE

Normal zindagi ke almost teen hafte guzar chuke the.

college regular, padhai on track, mummy ke saath khuli baatein, Papa ke saath normal dinner. Nishaan gayab, dard khatam, shoot cancel. Lagta tha ab sab kuch peeche reh gaya hai.

Phir ek din sab badal gaya.

Woh Mangalwaar ki shaam thi. Main apne room mein history ke notes bana rahi thi. Mummy kitchen mein thi. Papa abhi office se nahi aaye the. Tabhi mummy ka phone ring hua. Unki awaaz pehle normal thi, phir achanak bilkul low ho gayi.

Main ne notes rakh kar sunne ki koshish ki. Mummy hallway mein aa gayi thin. Unki awaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi—

“Mainne saaf mana kar diya tha… nahi… ab nahi… aap log pressure mat dalo…”

Thodi der khamoshi. Phir mummy ki awaaz kaamp uthi.

“Kya matlab ‘material ready hai’? Aapne kaha tha overseas hi rahega… nahi… aap aisa nahi kar sakte…”

Main room se baahar nikal aayi. Mummy ne mujhe dekh liya. Unke chehre ka rang uda hua tha. Phone ab bhi kaan se laga hua tha.

“Theek hai… kal milte hain. Lekin sirf baat… kuch aur nahi.”

Phone rakhte hi mummy ne aankhein band kar liin. Haath kaamp rahe the.

Mainne aage badh kar poocha, “Kaun tha?”

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh purana darr wapas aa chuka tha.

“Ravi sir. Unhone kaha ki jo shoot hua tha… uska raw material unke paas hai. Agar hum wapas nahi aaye toh woh usse leak kar denge. Online. India mein bhi. Hamare chehre, hamare naam ke saath.”

Mera dil ekdam se sunk gaya.

“Lekin… unhone kaha tha overseas only…”

“Jhooth tha,” mummy ne kaha. Awaaz bilkul sookhi thi. “Ab woh blackmail kar rahe hain. Kal unse milna hai. Sirf baat karne. Agar mana kiya toh… woh video hawa mein udayenge.”

Main wall se lag kar khadi ho gayi. Teen hafte ka sukoon ek second mein tut gaya. Padhai, normal life, saheli jaisi baatein… sab ekdum se door chala gaya.

Mummy ne mera haath pakda. “Papa ko nahi pata chalna chahiye. Kal college ka time bata kar nikalenge. Sirf baat karke aayenge. Jo bhi ho… ab hum phir se us andhere mein nahi jayenge. Theek hai?”

Mainne sir hilaya, lekin andar se jaanti thi — itna aasaan nahi hoga.

Us raat neend nahi aayi. Ceiling ko dekhti rahi. Kal wale shoot ke scenes aankhon ke saamne ghoomne lage — kapde fatna, khoon, cum, siskariyan. Aur ab woh material kisi ke haath mein tha, jo blackmail ke liye use ho sakta tha.

Subah Papa ko same old story boli — “Anita ki teacher ne special class rakhi hai, main bhi saath jaungi.” Papa ne “Theek hai” keh diya. Unhe kuch shak nahi hua.

Hum dono ghar se nikal gaye. Auto mein chup chaap baithe rahe. Mummy ne mera haath pakda hua tha, lekin is baar unki ungliyan kaamp rahi thin.

Studio area pahunche to Ravi sir aur Suresh sir pehle se maujood the. Unke chehre par woh purani smile nahi thi. Business jaisi thandi expression thi.

Ravi sir ne seedha kaha, “Baitho.”

Hum baith gaye. Suresh sir ne laptop khola aur screen ghumayi. Uspar hamare shoot ke raw clips chal rahe the — meri khoon se bhari chut ka close-up, mummy ki khuli hui body, hamari siskariyan, chehre saaf.

“Yeh material bahut strong hai,” Ravi sir ne kaha. “Overseas bhejne se pehle agar India mein leak ho gaya toh… tum dono ka kya hoga, samajh sakti ho. college, society, Papa… sab.”

Mummy ne awaaz rokte hue kaha, “Aapne promise kiya tha…”

“Promises business mein nahi chalte,” Suresh sir ne cut kiya. “Ab simple choice hai. Ya toh tum dono wapas aao aur baaki ke scenes shoot karo. Ya phir yeh video kal subah se har jagah fail jaayegi.”

Mainne mummy ki taraf dekha. Unke chehre par haar thi. Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha — jaise pooch rahi hon ki ab kya karein.

Studio ki thandi hawa mein baithi, laptop screen par apni hi nangi, dard bhari body dekhte hue, main samajh gayi…





Studio ke usi room mein baith e hue the jab Ravi sir ne door ki taraf ishara kiya.

“Andar aao.”

Do lamba-chauda African aadmi andar aaye. Dono 6’3”-6’4” ke kareeb, dark skin, broad shoulders, arms jo dekhte hi darr paida kar dein. Ek ke sar par short curls the, doosre ke baal bilkul clean. Dono ne simple black t-shirt aur jeans pehne the, lekin unke jism ki size kapdon ke neeche bhi saaf jhalak rahi thi.

Ravi sir ne kaha, “Yeh Marcus aur Jamal hain. Aaj ka scene inke saath hai. Maa-beti ko in dono ke saath intimate scene karna hai. Pehle foreplay — kapdon ke saath. Phir missionary position mein dheere-dheere entry. Natural reactions chahiye. Size difference clear dikhna chahiye.”

Suresh sir ne aage bataya, “Dono ka measurement 10 inch se upar hai. Thick bhi. Isliye scene mein dard aur stretch natural aayega. Camera close-ups lega. Koi jaldi nahi. Dheere-dheere.”

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Mainne unki aankhon mein wahi majboori dekhi jo ab hamari zindagi ban chuki thi. Laptop mein hamare purane clips ab bhi open the — blackmail ka pressure ab bhi kamre mein tair raha tha.

Ravi sir ne kaha, “Set ready hai. Bed soft lighting mein hai. Kapde pehne raho pehle. Action ke time natural raho.”

Hum dono uth kar us bade bed ki taraf gaye. Lights soft golden the, cameras char angles se set. Marcus aur Jamal bhi bed ke paas aa gaye. Unki height itni thi ki meri nazar unke seene tak hi jaati thi.

“Action,” Ravi sir ne kaha.

Pehle foreplay shuru hua — kapdon ke saath.

Marcus mere paas aaya. Usne apne bade haath se mera chehra pakda. Ungliyan itni lambi thin ki meri poori jaw uske haath mein sama gayi. Usne dheere se meri taraf jhuk kar meri gardan soonghi, phir apne hoth se meri skin ko touch kiya. Main kaamp uthi. Usne apna doosra haath meri kamar par rakha aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Meri chunchiyan uske hard chest se takra gayiin — kapdon ke upar se bhi uska body heat feel ho raha tha.

Bagal mein Jamal mummy ke saath tha. Usne mummy ki saari ka pallu dheere se hataya aur unki gardan par hoth pherne laga. Mummy ki saans tez ho gayi. Jamal ke bade haath unki kamar par the, ungliyan itni moti thin ki unki soft skin dabaney lagti.

Marcus ne meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya. Uske haath ne seedha meri bra ke upar se meri chunchi ko pakda. Poori chunchi uske bade haath mein sama gayi. Usne dabaya — zor se nahi, lekin itna pressure tha ki main samajh gayi yeh haath kitna strong hai. Usne nipple ko anguthe se ghumaya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin.

“Ahh…” halki siskari nikal gayi.

Usne meri kurti upar uthani shuru ki. Mainne resist nahi kiya. Kurti sir ke upar se nikal gayi. Ab sirf bra mein thi. Marcus ne bra ke cup ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ko masalna shuru kar diya. Uske haath itne bade the ki dono chunchiyan ek saath uske grip mein aa rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi woh jhuk kar bra ke upar se hi nipple ko muh se dabaata. Garam saans, badi jeebh.

Dusri taraf Jamal ne mummy ki blouse ke buttons khol diye the. Unki bra expose ho gayi thi. Jamal ne bra ke upar se unki bhaari chunchiyon ko pakda aur dabaya. Mummy ki siskari nikal gayi—

“Ahh… dheere…”

Jamal ne unki saari ko kamar se thoda khola aur apna haath andar daal diya. Petticoat ke upar se hi unki chut ko sahlaane laga. Mummy ki taang kaamp uthi.

Marcus ne ab meri bra ki hook khol di. Bra gir gayi. Meri nangi chunchiyan uske bade haathon mein aa gayiin. Usne dono ko pakad kar upar-neeche masala, nipples ko pinch kiya, phir jhuk kar ek ko muh mein le liya. Uske muh itna bada tha ki meri poori chunchi uske andar chali gayi. Jeebh ne nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya. Mainne uske curly baalon mein haath daal diya.

“Ahhh… ahh…”

Usne meri jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Haath andar daal kar seedha panty ke upar se meri chut ko pakda. Uski ungli itni moti thi ki panty ke upar se bhi pressure feel ho raha tha. Usne do ungliyon se meri chut ko dabaya aur sahlaaya. Main geeli hone lagi thi.

Jamal ne mummy ki bra bhi nikal di thi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan uske haathon mein dabi ja rahi thin. Usne unki petticoat ki naada khol di aur neeche sarka diya. Ab mummy sirf panty mein thin. Jamal ne panty ke upar se hi unki chut ko masalna shuru kar diya. Mummy ki siskariyan nikalne lagi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… umm…”

Thodi der baad dono ne hamari panty bhi nikal di. Ab hum bilkul nangi the. Marcus aur Jamal ne apni t-shirt aur jeans utaar di.

Jab unke underwear neeche gaye…
main aur mummy dono ki aankhein phail gayiin.

Unke lund 10 inch se bhi lambe the. Thick. Nasein phooli hui. Head bada aur chamakdar. Khade hone par thoda sa jhukte the apne weight se.

Marcus ne mujhe bed par litaya. Missionary position. Meri taangein khol diin. Usne apne lund ko meri geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head itna bada tha ki meri soft lips uske around poori tarah nahi lipat pa rahi thin.

Usne dheere se pressure dalna shuru kiya.

“Ahhh… ruk… bahut bada… ahhh…!”

Mainne uske seene ko dhakela, lekin woh ruk a nahi. Dheere-dheere head andar dhakelne laga. Meri chut phailti gayi. Dard tezz hota gaya.

“AHHH… nahi… fat rahi… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…!!!”

Usne ek haath se meri taang aur kholi aur doosre haath se apna lund pakad kar dheere-dheere inch by inch andar dhakelta raha. Meri aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Chut ki wallen itni stretch ho rahi thin ki lag raha tha kuch andar se fat jayega.

“AHHHH… bas… nahi… ahhh… poora nahi… ahhh…!!!”

Aakhir mein uska base meri soft lips se takraya. Poora 10+ inch andar tha. Main kaamp rahi thi. Saans nahi aa rahi thi.

Usne thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere hilna shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta… phir andar. Har baar meri chut ki wallen uske thick lund se ragad khaati.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dard… ahh… umm…”

Bagal mein Jamal ne mummy ko bhi litaya. Unki taangein kholiin aur apna utna hi bada lund unki chut par tikaya. Mummy ne bhi same reaction diya—

“AHHH… nahi… itna bada… ahhh… ruk jao… ahhh…!!!”

Jamal ne bhi dheere-dheere pressure dala. Mummy ki chut phailti gayi. Unki siskariyan chillahaton mein badal gayi thin—

“AHHHH… fat rahi hai… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…!!!”

Jab uska lund poora andar gaya to mummy ki body arch ho gayi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan upar ko uth gayiin. Jamal ne dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye.

Ab bed par do alag rhythm chal rahe the.

Marcus meri taangein kandhon par rakh kar dheere-dheere, gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Har thrust pe meri chut ki awaaz nikalti — geeli, stretched, dard bhari. Main uske bade seene par apne nails gaad rahi thi.

“Ahhh… ahhh… bahut deep… ahhh… mat zor se… ahhh…”

Jamal mummy ko same position mein le raha tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se mil rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… nikal… ahhh… seh nahi pa rahi… ahhh…”

Cameras har close-up le rahe the — hamari phaili hui chut, unke mote lund jo baar-baar andar-bahar ho rahe the, hamari laal padti hui chunchiyan, aankhon se nikalta paani, aur woh continuous dard bhari siskariyan.

Marcus ne thoda pace badhaya. Ab dhakke medium the. Meri chut ab uske size ke hisaab se thodi adjust hone lagi thi, lekin dard ab bhi saath tha. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata, mujhe feel hota jaise pet tak ja rah a ho.

“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”

Mummy ki awaaz bhi same thi. Jamal unki taangein aur khol kar gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Unki chut ki geeli awaaz continuous thi.

Lambaa time aise hi chalta raha. Dheere-dheere, gehre, continuous. Hamari siskariyan ab toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thin — dard, majboori, aur body ki majboor reaction mil kar.

Aakhir mein dono ne apna paani hamari chut ke deep mein choda. Itna zyada ki cum bahar nikalne laga. Jab unhone lund bahar nikaala to hamari chut bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui, cum se bhari hui dikh rahi thi.

Ravi sir ne kaha, “Cut. Strong take. Ab thoda break.”

Main aur mummy bed par haafte hue pade the. Taangein kaamp rahi thin. Chut mein ab bhi woh bada khali-pan aur dard feel ho raha tha.

[Hotgiri]

Very hot update but gif are missing

[Somnaath]

wah kya mast story hai 

[Anita patel]

nice story

wah kya mast story hai 

Thanks

[Anita patel]

Very hot update but gif are missing

gif me not intrested 

only writing and emiging;

[Hotgiri]

Ok, nop

[Anita patel]

Ok, nop

thanks

[Anita patel]

“Cut” ke baad thoda break hua, lekin cameras phir se position mein aa gaye. Ravi sir ne kaha,

“Ab exchange. Dono aadmi maa aur beti ko bari-bari se lenge. Continuous takes. Natural awaaze aur reactions chahiye. Ready?”

Main aur mummy ab bhi bed par leti thin. Meri chut ab bhi sooji hui thi, cum andar se tipak raha tha. Mummy ki haalat bhi same thi. Unki taangein thodi faili hui thin, saans ab bhi tezz.

Marcus pehle mere paas se hata aur seedha mummy ki taraf gaya. Jamal ne meri taangein pakad kar kholi aur mere upar aa gaya. Ab exchange shuru hua.

Jamal ne apna ab bhi hard lund meri cum-bhari chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head itna bada tha ki phir se stretch feel hua. Usne dheere se pressure dala.

“Ahhh… phir se… ahhh… ruk…!”

Usne ek gehra dhakka maara aur poora lund andar tak chala gaya. Meri body arch ho gayi.

“AHHHH…!!!”

Usne turant dhakke shuru kar diye. Pehle dheere, phir medium. Har thrust pe meri chut ki geeli awaaz nikalne lagi — thap… thap… thap…  

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… bahut bada… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Bagal mein Marcus ne mummy ki taangein kandhon par rakh liin. Usne apna lund unki chut par tikaya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—

“AHHHH… nahi… ahhh… jamal se bhi… ahhh…!!!”

Marcus ne tezz dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Mummy ki bhaari chunchiyan har thrust pe uchal rahi thin. Unki awaaz toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… mat zor se… ahhh… pet tak… ahhh…”

Ab bed par do alag-alag rhythm chal rahe the. Jamal meri taangein failaye hue gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske bade seene par nails gaadhe hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… nikal mat… ahhh…”

Marcus mummy ko bilkul fold karke dhakke maar raha tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se takra rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… Anita… ahh… seh… ahhh…”

Thodi der baad Ravi sir ne signal diya. Dono aadmi ruk gaye. Lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki dhaarein hamari chut se nikalne lagi.

Ab phir se exchange.

Marcus mere upar aa gaya. Usne meri taangein pakdi aur apna lund meri ab tak khuli hui chut mein ek hi dhakke mein daal diya.

“AHHHH… Marcus… ahhh…!!!”

Uske dhakke Jamal se alag the — zyada gehre, zyada heavy. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata, mujhe lagta pet hil raha hai. Main uske shoulders ko pakde hue chillane lagi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… bahut deep… ahhh… ruk ja… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…”

Jamal ne mummy ko side se pakda. Unki ek taang upar uthayi aur side se dhakke maarne laga. Mummy ki awaaz badal gayi—

“AHHH… aise… ahhh… andarse… ahhh…!!!”

Ab awaaze aur unchi thi. Bed ki geeli thap-thap continuous thi. Meri siskariyan, mummy ki siskariyan, dono aadmiyon ki bhaari saansen — sab mil kar room mein gunj raha tha.

Marcus ne meri chunchiyan pakad kar zor se masalte hue pace badha diya.  

“Ahhh… mat daba… ahhh… chunchi… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Main kaampne lagi. Usne meri taangein aur khol diin aur last ke dhakke itni tezz maare ki meri aankhein pichak gayiin. Phir usne apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“AHHHH… bhar diya… ahhh…!!!”

Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar bahar nikalne lagi.  

Turant Jamal ne position li. Usne mujhe ulta kiya — doggy. Haath aage, gaand upar. Apna lund meri cum-bhari chut mein peeche se daal diya.

“AHHHH… naya… ahhh…!!!”

Usne meri kamar pakad kar tezz dhakke shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti. Main bed sheet pakde hue chillane lagi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… tez… ahhh… gaand… ahhh…”

Bagal mein Marcus ne mummy ko bhi doggy bana diya. Unke bilkul bagal mein. Ab dono maa-beti side-by-side doggy mein the. Do mote lund peeche se dhakke maar rahe the.

Mummy ki awaaz—

“AHHH… ahhh… Anita… ahhh… side mein… ahhh…!!!”

Meri awaaz—

“Ahhh… mummy… ahhh… seh nahi… ahhh…!!!”

Cameras dono ke beech ghum rahe the. Close-up hamari gaand ka, hamari khuli hui chut ka jisme lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha, hamari laal padti hui chunchiyon ka.

Thodi der baad phir exchange hua.

Ab Marcus mummy ke peeche tha, Jamal mere peeche. Phir se alag rhythm. Kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez short. Hamari siskariyan ab poori tarah control ke baahar thin—

“Ahhh… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh… nahi… ahhh… bas… ahhh…!!!”

“Ahh… ahh… poora daal… ahhh… nikal mat… ahhh…!!!”

Aakhir mein dono ne baari-baari se dono ki chut mein cum choda. Pehle meri, phir mummy ki, phir phir se meri. Cum itna tha ki bed sheet geeli ho gayi. Hamari chut bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui, cum se labriz thin.

Jab aakhir mein dono hat gaye to main aur mummy bed par hi gir gaye. Taangein kaamp rahi thin. Saans nahi aa rahi thi. Awaaze ab dheemi pad rahi thin, lekin beech-beech mein ab bhi halki siskariyan nikal jaati—

“Ahh… umm… ahh…”

Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,

“Cut. Bahut strong exchange takes. Material solid hai.”

Main aankhein band kiye leti rahi. Mummy ka haath dheere se meri jaangh par aaya. Unki ungliyan bhi kaamp rahi thin.

Bari-bari wali chudai ab khatam hui thi…  
lekin body ab bhi unke mote lund ki yaad se kaamp rahi thi.

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“Pack up for today” Ravi sir ki awaaz ke saath lights dim ho gaye. Cameras cover hone lage. Marcus aur Jamal apne kapde uthane lage. Unke bade jism ab bhi paseene se chamak rahe the, lekin unhone humari taraf koi baat nahi ki. Bas apna kaam khatam karke side ho gaye.

Main bed par se uthne ki koshish karti to taangein kaamp jaati. Chut ab bhi sooji hui thi, andar se cum dheere-dheere tipak raha tha. Mummy bhi meri tarah dheere-dheere uth rahi thin. Unki chaal dekh kar samajh aa raha tha ki unhe bhi har kadam par dard ho raha hai.

Changing area mein jaakar humne pehle apne jism ko soft towel se pohcha. Cum aur paseene ko jitna ho sake saaf kiya. Phir spare clothes nikale jo pehle se rakh e hue the — simple kurti-leggings mere liye, salwar-kameez mummy ke liye.  

Kapde pehenna bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Leggings chadhate waqt meri sooji hui chut par kapda ragadta to dard utarta. Bra ke cups meri sensitive chunchiyon par padte hi main aankhein band kar leti. Mummy ne bhi salwar pehen te hue ek baar ruk kar saans li. Unki aankhein meri aankhon se mili. Kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek thaki hui nazar.

Baahar nikalte waqt Ravi sir ne door se kaha, “Kal call karunga. Agle schedule ke baare mein.”

Humne sir hilaya. Jawab nahi diya. Auto pakad kar seedha ghar ki taraf nikal gaye. Raaste bhar dono chup rahe. Auto ke jhatkon se har baar dard yaad aa jata. Main window se baahar dekhti rahi. Mummy ne mera haath pakda hua tha, lekin is baar unki grip mein koi garmi nahi thi — sirf thakan thi.

Ghar pahunche to shaam ke almost aath baj rahe the. Gate kholte hi pata chala ki ghar khali hai. Papa abhi tak nahi aaye the. Hum dono andar aaye. Kapde change karke clean nighty pehen li. Body ab bhi bhaari thi, lekin ab ghar ki deewaron ke andar thoda sa sukoon mila.

Main kitchen mein paani garam kar rahi thi ki mummy ka phone ring hua. Unhone uthaya. Papa ki awaaz thi. Main paas khadi ho gayi.

Mummy ne speaker on kar diya.

“Haan bolo…”

Papa ki awaaz thodi thaki hui thi. “Sunno, yahan kaam extend ho gaya hai. Mujhe teen din aur ruken a padega. Kal subah tak flight nahi mil rahi. Tum dono sambhal lena. Kuch chahiye ho to phone karna. Theek hai na?”

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Meri aankhon mein halka sa relief tha. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Haan… theek hai. Tum tension mat lo. Hum dono manage kar lenge. Tum apna kaam poora karo.”

“Anita kaisi hai?”

Mainne aage badh kar kaha, “Main theek hoon Papa. Aap fikar mat karo.”

“Accha. Phir main rakh ta hoon. Teen din baad aata hoon.”

Phone cut hua.

Uske baad kuch second tak dono chup khade rahe. Phir mummy ne dheere se saans chhodi — woh saans jo kai dino se ruk i hui thi.

“Teen din…” unhone halki awaaz mein kaha. “Papa nahi aayenge.”

Mainne bhi wall se lag kar saans li. Andar se ek ajeeb sa halka-pan fail gaya. Blackmail, shoot, mote lund, dard, cameras… sab kuch abhi bhi dimaag mein tha, lekin ab ghar mein koi nahi tha jo hamari chaal dekh kar sawal kare, jo hamari aankhon mein jhaank kar poochhe ki kya hua.

Mummy ne mera haath pakda. “Chal… naha le pehle. Phir kuch halka kha lenge. Aaj raat se… thoda normal feel karte hain.”

Bathroom mein garam paani ke neeche khade ho kar mainne aankhein band kar liin. Paani meri sooji hui body par gir raha tha. Dard ab bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek thakan si thi jo neend mang rahi thi. Mummy ne bhi alag se nahaaya. Jab baahar aaye to dono ne simple clothes pehne the. Koi makeup nahi, koi tight kapda nahi.

Kitchen mein mummy ne sirf dal-chawal garam kiya. Hum dono chupchaap baith kar khane lage. Beech-beech mein nazar milti, lekin koi bhaari baat nahi hui. Sirf ek baar mummy ne kaha,

“Ab teen din… college ja, padhai kar. Main bhi ghar ke kaam mein busy rahungi. Jo bhi scene baaki hai… uske baare mein baad mein sochenge.”

Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan.”

Khana kha kar main apne room mein aa gayi. Bed par lette hi body ne jawab de diya. Aankhein khud-ba-khud band ho gayi. Neend itni gehri thi ki raat bhar ek baar bhi nahi uthi.

Subah uthte hi pehli feeling yeh thi ki ghar khali hai. Papa nahi hain. Koi sawal nahi poochne wala. Mainne window kholi. Hawa andar aayi. Thodi der us hawa ko feel kiya, phir college ki tayyari mein lag gayi.

Uniform pehni, baal baandhe, books bag mein rakhi. Mummy ne tiffin pakda diya. Door tak aayi aur mere maathe ko chhuye hue boli, “Dhyan se jaana. Late mat hona.”

Main college pahunchi. Doston ke beech baithi. Teacher jab padhate to dhyan se sunti. Pehli baar itne dino baad laga ki main sirf ek normal ladki hoon jo class mein baithi hai. Koi shoot nahi, koi camera nahi, koi blackmail nahi — kam se kam abhi ke liye.

Shaam ko ghar aayi to mummy kitchen mein thi. Unhone chai banayi. Hum balcony mein baith kar pine lage. Sooraj dhal raha tha. Thodi der khamoshi ke baad mummy ne kaha,

“Lagta hai ab thodi saans le sakte hain.”

Mainne unki taraf dekha. “Haan. Teen din… kam se kam itne din toh normal.”

Unhone mera haath dabaya. “Jo bhi aage aaye, abhi ke liye… abhi ke liye hum sirf maa-beti hain. Koi scene nahi, koi pressure nahi. Tu padhai kar. Main ghar sambhalti hoon.”

Us shaam TV dekhte hue, halka khana khaate hue, aur raat ko shant neend aate hue… pehli baar laga ki shayad hum phir se us normal zindagi ki taraf badh sakte hain.



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Papa ke teen din door rehne ke dauran ek ajeeb sa badlav main khud mein notice karne lagi.

Pehle din subah nahaate waqt mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Towel se body pochhte hue aankhein neeche gayi. Chunchiyan… pehle se thodi alag lag rahi thin. Mainne haath badha kar unhe pakda. Softness to pehle bhi thi, lekin ab unka weight zyada feel ho raha tha. Cup size jo hamesha 34 tha, ab bra ke cups thode tight lag rahe the. Mainne peeche se hook dekha — pehle wali bra ab bilkul fit nahi ho rahi thi. Thoda sa upar se overflow ho raha tha.  

Mainne dono chunchiyon ko haath mein le kar thoda upar uthaya. Shape pehle se thoda fuller tha. Nipples bhi thode dark aur sensitive pad gaye the. Kal tak jo nishaan the woh to gayab ho chuke the, lekin unki jagah ek naya weight aa gaya tha. Mainne socha shayad paani ya swelling hogi, lekin doosre din bhi same tha. Teesre din jab mainne apni purani bra peheni to clearly feel hua — ab yeh 34 nahi, 36 ho chuki thin.  

Mummy ne bhi notice kar liya. Ek subah jab main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi, unhone peeche se kaha, “Teri body change ho rahi hai.”

Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unhone mera haath pakad kar mujhe mirror ke saamne khada kar diya.  

“Dekh,” unhone kaha. “Chunchiyan pehle se bhaari hain. Shape bhi thoda badla hai. Aur…” unhone meri taraf peeche se dekhte hue kaha, “kulhe bhi. Pehle itne filled nahi the.”

Mainne side se apni reflection dekhi. Jeans jo pehle loose thi, ab hips par tight feel ho rahi thi. Kulhe haan, pehle se thode round aur bhaari lag rahe the. Kamar patli thi, lekin uske neeche se hips ka curve zyada clear ho gaya tha. Mainne haath se apni hips ko chhua. Softness aur weight dono badh gaya tha.  

Chehre par bhi farq tha.  

Main pehle bhi fair thi, lekin ab skin par ek alag sa tej aa gaya tha. Gaal thode filled lag rahe the. Aankhon ke neeche jo thakan ke nishaan hote the, woh kam ho gaye the. Hoth thode soft aur natural pink dikh rahe the. Ek ajeeb si glow thi — na makeup ki, na neend ki. Jaise body ke andar kuch settle ho raha ho.  

Mummy ne mera chehra dono haathon mein pakda aur ghur kar dekha. “Yeh tej… chudai ke baad aata hai kabhi-kabhi. Hormones, blood flow, jo bhi ho… tera chehra ab alag lag raha hai. Zyada aurat jaisa.”

Main sharma gayi, lekin unki baat galat nahi thi. college mein bhi doston ne comment kiya. “Anita, aajkal tera face glowing lag raha hai yaar. Kya skin care kar rahi hai?” Main bas has deti. Unhe kya batati ki yeh glow uske baad aayi hai jab body ne itne bade lund, itni baar cum, itni stretching seh li thi.

Raat ko jab akele bed par leti to apne jism ko dheere-dheere mehsoos karti. Chunchiyon ka naya weight, hips ka extra curve, aur chehre ki woh soft glow. Kabhi-kabhi haath se chunchiyon ko sahlaati to feel hota ki ab yeh pehle se zyada sensitive bhi ho gayi thin. Thoda sa touch bhi body mein ek halki lehar bhej deta.

Mummy ke saath baithkar kabhi-kabhi is baare mein khul ke baat bhi ho jaati. Ek shaam balcony mein chai peete hue unhone kaha, “Body badal rahi hai tera. Ab purane kapde nahi rahenge. Nayi bra leni padegi, jeans bhi.”

Mainne unki taraf dekha. “Tumhe bhi farq feel hota hai kya?”

Unhone halka sa muskurate hue kaha, “Haan. Meri bhi chunchiyan thodi bhaari hain in dino. Lekin tera change zyada clear hai. Tu ab 18 ki ladki se hata kar… thodi si aurat jaisi dikhne lagi hai.”

Us raat mirror ke saamne khade ho kar mainne apni nangi body ko dheere-dheere dekha. 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari huyi hips, aur chehre par woh naya tej.  

Jo kuch bhi hua tha un dino… usne sirf andar se nahi, baahar se bhi mujhe badal diya tha.  

Aur yeh badlav ab chhupne wala nahi tha.





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college wapas aane ke baad se main notice karne lagi thi.

Mere class teacher — Sharma sir. History wale. Umra kareeb 38-40 saal, clean shave, spectacles, hamesha formal shirt-pant mein. Pehle woh sirf padhate the, nazar kitaab ya board par rehti thi. Lekin ab… ab unki nazar baar-baar mujh par rukne lagi thi.

Pehli baar tab feel hua jab main class mein khadi hokar answer de rahi thi. Unki aankhein mere face se neeche gayi — meri kurti ke upar se meri chunchiyon par. 36 ki ho chuki thin, bra ke baad bhi unka shape clear dikhta tha. Sharma sir ki nazar wahan ek-do second ruk i, phir unhone jaldi se aankhein utha li. Lekin main dekh chuki thi.

Uske baad se yeh silsila chal pada.

Kabhi main board par likhne ke liye uthti to unki nazar meri peeth se hote hue meri hips par ruk jaati. Kabhi main copy check karwane jaati to woh table ke peeche se meri chunchiyon ko dekhte. Kabhi corridor mein milte to unki aankhein meri body ko upar se neeche scan karti. Main kuch nahi bolti. Sirf nazar jhuka kar nikal jaati.

Ek din seventh period ke baad unhone mujhe rok liya.

“Anita, teri copy mein kuch galti hai. Period ke baad staff room aana. Ten minutes.”

Staff room us din almost khaali tha. Sirf ek do teachers door side baithi thin, door thoda khula hua tha. Sharma sir ne mujhe andar bulaya aur copy table par rakhi. Main unke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. Woh baith e hue the. Meri chunchiyan unki aankhon ke level par thin.

Unhone copy kholi, lekin dekh nahi rahe the. Unki nazar meri kurti ke neckline par thi. Phir unhone achanak haath badhaya aur meri left chunchi ko kurti ke upar se hi pakad liya. Pure haath se dabaya.

Main jhujhla uthi. Body tight ho gayi. Lekin mainne kuch nahi bola. Awaaz nahi nikaali. Sirf unki aankhon mein dekha.

Sharma sir ne dheere se dabaya. Anguthe se nipple ke around ghumaya — kapde ke upar se. Meri chunchi unke haath mein soft aur bhaari thi. Unhone doosri chunchi bhi pakad li. Ab dono haathon se meri chunchiyon ko masal rahe the. Daba rahe the. Shape feel kar rahe the.

“Bahut soft… pehle itni bhaari nahi thin,” unhone bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha.

Main chup rahi. Saans tez ho gayi thi, lekin mainne unka haath nahi hataya. Unhone ek-do minute tak aise hi dabaye rakha. Phir door ki taraf nazar ki aur haath hata liya. Copy band kiya.

“Ab ja. Kal formal submission kar dena.”

Main nikal aayi. Corridor mein aate hi meri chunchiyan ab bhi unke haath ka pressure feel kar rahi thin. Nipples tight ho chuke the. Mainne jaldi se bag sambhala aur class ki taraf chal di.

Uske baad se unka yeh silsila badh gaya.

Kabhi lab mein akele pakad liya — peeche se aakar meri chunchiyon ko dono haathon se daba diya. Main chup rahi. Kabhi library ke corner mein, jab koi nahi hota, toh meri hips ko peeche se pakad kar apni taraf dabaate. Main kuch nahi bolti. Sirf khadi rehti.

Ek din lunch break mein unhone mujhe again staff room bulaya. Is baar room poora khaali tha. Door band tha. Sharma sir ne mujhe andar liya aur seedha meri taraf mud gaye. Unhone meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya. Bra ke upar se meri chunchiyon ko pakda aur zor se dabaya.

“Bolti kyun nahi?” unhone dheere se poocha.

Mainne unki aankhon mein dekha. Kuch nahi kaha.

Unhone bra ke cup ke neeche haath sarka diya. Seedha meri nangi chunchi unke haath mein aa gayi. Garam, soft, bhaari. Unhone nipple ko ungliyon ke beech le kar pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Saans bhaari ho gayi, lekin awaaz nahi nikaali.

Unhone dono chunchiyon ko bra se baahar nikaal diya. Kurti upar utha kar unhe dekhne lage. Phir jhuk kar meri right chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh, thook, aur halka sa choosna. Main kaamp uthi. Unhone doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte hue isse choosna continue rakha.

Paanch-saat minute aise hi. Phir unhone meri chunchiyon ko bra mein wapas kiya, kurti theek ki, aur kaha, “Ab class ja. Kisi se mat bolna.”

Main nikal aayi. Corridor mein meri taangein thodi kaamp rahi thin. Chunchiyan ab bhi geeli thin unke thook se.

Phir ek din aisa aaya jab moka poora mil gaya.

college ke baad main corridor se nikal rahi thi. Almost sab ja chuke the. Sharma sir ne peeche se mera haath pakad liya aur ek khaali classroom mein kheench liya. Door band kiya. Is baar unhone turant meri kurti upar utha di. Bra ke saath hi meri chunchiyon ko baahar nikaala. Dono haathon se pakad kar zor se dabaya, masala.

Phir unhone mera chehra pakda aur apne hoth meri hothon par rakh diye.  

Kiss.  

Pehli baar. Zor se. Unki jeebh ne mere hoth khole aur andar ghus gayi. Mainne resist nahi kiya. Unke muh mein apna muh de diya. Woh meri chunchiyon ko dabate hue mujhe choomte rahe — gehra, geela, bhaari saansen ke saath.  

Jab unhone hoth hataye to meri saans phool rahi thi. Unhone meri chunchiyon ko aakhri baar zor se dabaya aur kaha, “Ab se jab bhi moka milega… yahi karenge. Tu chup rehna.”

Mainne sir hilaya. Kuch nahi bola.

Door khola aur nikal gayi.  

college gate tak aate-aate meri chunchiyan ab bhi unke haath aur muh ka ehsaas rakh e hue thin. Hoth sooje hue the.  

Aur main… ab bhi chup thi.

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[harinder singh]

WONDERFUL UPDATE ANITA

[Anita patel]

NEW UPDATE..

Woh Guruwaar ki dopehar thi. Last period khatam hone ke baad corridor almost khaali ho chuka tha. Main apna bag uthane hi wali thi ki peeche se Sharma sir ki awaaz aayi.

“Anita… ek minute.”

Main ruki. Unhone aas-paas nazar daali, phir dheere se kaha, “Upar terrace wali storage room mein aa. Kuch baat karni hai.”

Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Mainne sir hilaya. Woh pehle chal diye. Main thodi der baad unke peeche-peeche stairs se upar gayi. Terrace khaali tha. Ek kone mein purani storage room thi — saman rakhne wali, dhool bhari, ek hi chhoti window, bilkul private.

Sharma sir ne darwaza khola. Mujhe andar kheench liya aur darwaza band karke kundi laga di. Room mein ek purani wooden table thi, kuch broken chairs, aur ek kone mein folds kiye hue mats.

Unhone mujhe table ke against khada kar diya. Aankhon mein woh dekhne wala look tha jo ab main pehchaan chuki thi. Unhone pehle mera bag neeche phenka. Phir dono haathon se meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya.

“Aaj poora time hai,” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Koi nahi aayega.”

Unhone meri kurti dheere-dheere upar uthani shuru ki. Mainne haath upar kiye. Kurti sir ke upar se nikal gayi. Ab main sirf bra aur skirt mein thi. Unki nazar meri 36 ki chunchiyon par tik gayi. Unhone bra ke cups ke upar se hi unhe pakad kar dabaya.

“Itni bhaari ho gayi hain yeh…”  

Unhone bra ki hook peeche se kholi. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Meri nangi chunchiyan free ho gayiin. Sharma sir ne dono haathon se unhe pakad liya — zor se dabaya, masala, nipples ko ungliyon ke beech pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Halki siskari nikal gayi.

“Ahh…”

Unhone jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Choosne lage. Jeebh se nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya, halka sa kaata. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte rahe. Main table kinare ko pakde hue kaamp rahi thi.

Thodi der baad unhone skirt ki zip kholi aur neeche sarka diya. Skirt gir gaya. Ab sirf panty thi. Unhone panty ke andar haath daal kar meri chut ko chhua. Ungli se folds ke beech se sahlaaya. Main geeli thi.

“Haan… tayaar hai,” unhone kaha.

Unhone panty bhi neeche kheench di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi storage room mein. Sharma sir ne mujhe dekha — meri bhaari chunchiyan, meri geeli chut, meri kaampti saansen.

Unhone apni shirt ke buttons khole, pant ki belt kholi. Underwear ke saath neeche sarka diya. Unka lund bahar aaya — mota, hard, nasein dikhti hui. Mainne nazar jhukayi.

Unhone mujhe table par litaya. Meri peeth thandi wood se lagi. Unhone meri taangein khol diin. Apne lund ko meri chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head se geela kiya, upar-neeche ragda.

Phir dheere se pressure dalna shuru kiya.

“Ahhh… dheere…” meri awaaz nikal gayi.

Usne ek haath se meri taang aur kholi aur doosre haath se apna lund pakad kar andar dhakelna shuru kiya. Inch by inch. Meri chut phailti gayi.

“AHHH… ahhh… sir… ahhh…”

Poora lund andar chala gaya. Base meri soft lips se takraya. Mainne table kinare ko zor se pakad liya. Sharma sir ne thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye.

Bahar nikaalta… poora andar.  

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan hilti thin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur dabate hue dhakke maarte rahe. Kabhi jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le lete, chooste, phir doosri taraf.

Pace dheere-dheere badhne laga. Ab dhakke medium the. Table ki lakdi meri peeth se ragad kha rahi thi. Geeli awaaz nikalne lagi — thap… thap… thap…

“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh… wahan… ahhh…”

Unhone meri ek taang apne kandhe par rakh li. Angle change hote hi lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se siskari maari.

“AHHHH… deep… ahhh… mat… ahhh…”

Unke dhakke ab tezz ho gaye the. Har baar poora lund andar tak jata, unke balls meri gaand se takrate. Meri siskariyan room mein gunj rahi thin — dabi hui, lekin continuous.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…”

Unhone meri dono chunchiyon ko zor se pakad kar masalte hue last ke dhakke maare. Body tight ho gayi unki. Phir unhone apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“AHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh…”

Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko squeeze kiya. Cum andar bhar gaya. Thoda sa bahar nikalne laga.

Sharma sir kuch der aise hi andar pade rahe. Bhaari saansen le rahe the. Phir dheere se lund bahar nikaala. Cum meri chut se nikal kar table par girne laga.

Unhone meri taangein chhodi. Uth kar apni pant uthane lage. Main table par hi leti rahi — nangi, saans phoolti hui, chut se cum tipakta hua.

Unhone meri panty uthayi aur mere haath mein di. “Pehen. Jaldi.”

Main dheere-dheere uthi. Panty peheni. Bra, kurti, skirt. Haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the. Chunchiyan unke muh aur haath ke nishaan se laal thin.

Sharma sir ne door ki kundi kholi. Baahar nazar daali. Phir mujhe dekh kar kaha, “Ab class ja. Kisi se mat bolna. Kal baat karenge.”

Main bag uthaye hue storage room se baahar nikal gayi. Terrace khaali tha. Stairs se neeche utarte hue meri taangein ab bhi thodi kaamp rahi thin. Chut mein unka cum ab bhi feel ho raha tha.

college gate tak aate-aate mainne sirf ek baar peeche mud kar dekha. Storage room ka darwaza band tha.  

Aur main… phir se chup chaap apne raaste chal di.

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[harinder singh]

ANITA MAJA AA GYA WONDERFUL UPDATE

[Anita patel]

NEW UPDATE



Storage room wale us din ke baad kai din tak kuch nahi hua.

Sharma sir class mein normal rehne lage. Nazar kabhi-kabhi meri taraf jaati, lekin ab woh purana open wala look nahi tha. Corridor mein milte to sirf “Haan Anita” keh kar nikal jaate. Staff room bulane ka koi bahana nahi banaya. Main bhi unse nazar nahi milati thi. Lagta tha shayad woh sab kuch bhool gaye hain, ya phir risk nahi lena chahte.

Main apni padhai mein busy ho gayi. Body ke badlav ab settle ho chuke the — 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari hips, chehre ki woh soft glow. Kapde thode tight the, lekin main normal routine mein dhal chuki thi. Mummy ke saath baatein, Papa ka wapas aana, ghar ka normal mahaul… sab kuch phir se track par aa gaya tha.

Phir college tour ka announcement hua.

Class 12 ki history tour — 2 raat 3 din. Rajasthan ke kuch historical places. Sharma sir bhi saath jaane wale the kyunki history department se the. Announcement sunte hi meri nazar unki taraf gayi. Woh board dekh rahe the, lekin unke chehre par ek halki si smile thi.

Tour ke din subah college se bus nikli. Main window seat par baithi. Sharma sir aage teacher wali seat par the. Raaste bhar unki nazar kabhi-kabhi mirror se meri taraf jaati. Main dekh kar nazar jhuka leti.

Pehla din sightseeing mein guzar gaya. Fort, museum, purani haveliyan. Raat ko hotel mein check-in hua — girls alag floor, boys alag, teachers alag. Main apni roommate ke saath room mein so gayi. Koi harkat nahi hui.

Doosre din bhi same raha. Shaam ko cultural program tha. Uske baad sab apne rooms mein chale gaye. Main bhi so jaane wali thi ki mera phone vibrate hua. Unknown number se message—

“Terrace ke neeche wali service gallery. 11:30. Aana. — S”

Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Roommate so rahi thi. Main dheere se uthi, chappal pehni, aur room se baahar nikal gayi. Corridor khaali tha. Stairs se neeche utri. Service gallery ek khaali sa area tha — hotel ke staff ke liye, ab band pada hua. Ek chhoti si room thi uske kone mein, jisme purane mattress aur kuch boxes rakhe the.

Sharma sir pehle se andar khade the. Unhone mujhe dekhte hi door band kar diya. Bahar se kundi lagaayi. Room mein sirf ek dim light thi — window se aati hui door ki street light.

Main khadi rahi. Bag nahi tha, sirf nighty pehni hui thi — soft cotton, halki si.

Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekhte hue dheere se kaha, “Kai din baad… aaj moka mila.”

Main chup rahi.

Woh paas aaye. Unhone mera chehra dono haathon mein liya. Ungliyon se mere gaal ko sahlaaya. “Tera chehra… ab bhi wahi tej hai. college mein dekhte rehta hoon. Har din. Tu samajhti nahi hogi kitni alag dikhne lagi hai.”

Unhone meri nighty ke straps ko ungliyon se touch kiya. “Yeh kapda… tere jism ko chhupa nahi paata. Chunchiyan… pehle se bhaari hain. Main dekh sakta hoon jab tu class mein baithti hai.”

Mainne aankhein neeche ki. Unki awaaz bilkul dheemi thi, lekin har word clear.

“Aaj raat… koi nahi aayega yahan. Main dekh chuka hoon. Security neeche hai.”

Unhone pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche sarkaye. Nighty mere kandhon se phisalne lagi. Unhone dheere-dheere usse neeche kiya. Nighty meri chunchiyon se hote hue kamar tak aayi, phir bilkul neeche gir gayi. Ab main sirf panty mein thi.

Sharma sir ne ek kadam peeche hat kar mujhe dekha. Unki nazar meri nangi chunchiyon par thi — 36 ki, soft, thodi bhaari, nipples air mein tight.

“Bahut khoobsurat…” unhone dheere se kaha. “Itni soft, itni bhaari. Jab pehli baar staff room mein dabaayi thi na… tab se yaad hai. Ab toh aur bhi… filled ho gayi hain.”

Unhone haath badha kar meri dono chunchiyon ko pakad liya. Halkaa sa dabaya. Shape feel kiya. Anguthe se nipples ko ghumaya. Mainne saans li — tez.

“Dekh, kaise respond karti hain yeh. Thoda sa touch aur tight ho jaati hain.”

Unhone jhuk kar meri right chunchi ke kareeb muh le gaye. Garam saans meri skin par padi. Phir unhone halka sa hoth lagaya — choosa nahi, bas touch kiya. Phir doosri taraf.

Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin boli nahi.

Unhone meri panty ke elastic mein ungliyaan daali. Dheere-dheere neeche sarkane lage. Panty meri hips se phisalti hui neeche gir gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi us dim light mein.

Sharma sir ne phir se ek kadam peeche hat kar poori body dekhi. Unki nazar meri chunchiyon se neeche gayi — pet, phir meri chut, phir meri thighs.

“Poori… bilkul poori nangi,” unhone dheeme se kaha. “college ki ladki… ab bilkul aurat jaisi body. Kulhe bhi bhaari ho gaye hain. Main notice karta hoon jab tu chalk par chalti hai.”

Unhone haath badha kar meri hips ko pakda. Dono haathon se. “Haan… filled. Soft.”

Phir unhone meri chut ke upar haath pher a. Ungli se halka sa touch kiya. “Yahan bhi… pehle se alag lagti hai.”

Main khadi rahi. Saans bhaari thi. Unki aankhein meri aankhon mein mili.

“Bol kuch,” unhone kaha. “Dar rahi hai? Ya… pasand aa raha hai?”

Mainne dheere se kaha, “Sir… koi aa jayega toh…”

“Nahi aayega,” unhone cut kiya. “Main dekh chuka hoon. Ab sirf tu aur main.”

Unhone mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Meri nangi chunchiyan unki shirt se takra gayiin. Unhone mera chehra upar uthaya aur dheere se bola,

“Aaj raat main tujhe aise hi dekhna chahta hoon. Nangi. Mere saamne. Tu chup rehna… jaise hamesha rehti hai.”

Unhone meri chunchiyon ko phir se dono haathon mein liya. Dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Halki siskari nikal gayi.

“Ahh…”

“Haan… aise,” unhone kaha. “Awaaz nikaal. Yahan koi nahi sunega.”

Unhone thodi der aur meri body ko haathon se explore kiya — chunchiyan, pet, hips, thighs, phir wapas chunchiyan. Har touch ke saath woh tarif karte rahe.

“Itni soft skin…  
Itni perfect shape…  
Class mein baithti hai toh kaise control karta hoon main…  
Aaj raat poori tarah se dekh liya tujhe…”

Main nangi khadi rahi unke saamne. Dim light mein, andhere room mein, unke haathon mein. Unki baatein meri skin par padti rahi, unke haath meri body par phirte rahe.





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Sharma sir ne thodi der aur meri nangi body ko haathon se sahlaate hue kaha, “Ab let ja.”

Unhone mujhe us purane mattress par litaya. Neeche thoda rough tha, lekin unhone ek clean bedsheet bichha di thi pehle se. Meri peeth uspar lagi. Dim light mein meri nangi body unke saamne thi — chunchiyan upar ko uth i hui, nipples tight, taangein thodi si kaamp rahi thin.

Unhone apni shirt ke buttons khole, pant neeche sarkayi. Underwear ke saath hi sab kuch utaar diya. Unka lund hard tha, nasein phooli hui. Woh mere upar aaye. Apne haath se meri taangein kholiin. Lund ko meri geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya aur dheere se andar dhakelna shuru kiya.

“Ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.

Poora lund andar chala gaya. Unhone thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye. Missionary mein. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan hilti thin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur dabate hue chodne lage.

“Ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”

Thodi der baad unhone kaha, “Ab mud ja.”

Mainne unki baat maani. Unhone mujhe ulta kiya. Haath aage, gaand upar — doggy position. Mattress par meri kohniyaan tik gayi. Sharma sir mere peeche aa gaye. Unhone meri gaand ke lobes dono haathon se khole, apna lund meri chut ke muhane par tikaya, aur ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya.

“AHHH…!”

Uske baad unhone rukna nahi tha. Peeche se dhakke shuru ho gaye — pehle medium, phir tezz. Har thrust pe meri gaand unke pet se takrati. Thap… thap… thap… thap…  

Geeli, mazboot awaaz room mein gunjne lagi.  

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… sir… ahh…”

Unhone meri kamar pakad li. Ungliyan meri soft skin mein gaar gayi. Dhakke aur gehre ho gaye. Har baar lund poora andar jata, unke balls meri clit se takrate, aur thap ki awaaz nikalti.

Thap-thap-thap-thap…

Mera jism aage-peeche hil raha tha. Chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti thin. Main mattress ko pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… tez… ahhh…”

Sharma sir ne ek haath aage badha kar meri ek chunchi pakad li. Zor se dabaya. Nipple ko ungliyon ke beech pinch kiya. Doosre haath se meri kamar pakde hue dhakke maarte rahe. Pace badhta gaya.

Ab thap-thap ki awaaz aur tezz thi. Meri chut bilkul geeli thi, uske lund ko choos rahi thi. Har dhakke pe sticky awaaz nikalti—

Thap… thap… thap… thap… thap…

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… sir… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh…”

Unhone meri dono chunchiyon ko neeche se pakad liya. Masalte hue, dabate hue peeche se chodte rahe. Meri siskariyan ab unchi thi, room ki diwaron se takra rahi thin.

“AHHH… ahhh… deep… ahhh… ahhh…”

Garam mahaul poori tarah set ho chuka tha. Paseena dono ke jism par chamak raha tha. Meri gaand unke har dhakke se hilti, unke pet se takrati. Thap-thap ki continuous awaaz, meri geeli chut ki sticky sound, aur meri siskariyan — sab mil kar room mein ek garm, bhaari mahaul bana rahe the.

Unhone meri baal pakad liye. Halkaa sa kheench a. Angle change hua. Lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se chillayi—

“AHHHH… ahhh… bas wahi… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Dhakke ab bahut tezz the. Har thrust pe meri body aage ko dhakel jaati. Chunchiyan unke haathon mein compress ho rahi thin. Main mattress mein muh god liye siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh…”

Sharma sir ki saansen bhi bhaari ho chuki thin. Unhone meri kamar aur zor se pakdi aur last ke dhakke maare — gehre, mazboot, continuous. Phir unki body tight ho gayi.

“Ahhh… le… andar…”

Unhone apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Garam, thick cum ki dhaar andar jaane lagi. Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko mazbooti se squeeze kiya. Siskariyan control ke baahar thin—

“AHHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh… bhar diya… ahhh…”

Woh kuch der aise hi peeche jude rahe. Halka-halka thrust dete hue last drops nikaalte rahe. Meri chut unke cum se bhari hui thi. Thoda sa bahar nikal kar meri thighs par behne laga.

Aakhir mein unhone lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki sticky line meri chut se nikal kar mattress par giri. Main doggy position mein hi haafte hue padi rahi — gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche, saans phoolti hui.

Sharma sir ne meri gaand par halkaa sa haath pher a. “Bahut garam thi aaj… awaaze bhi.”

Main kuch nahi boli. Sirf mattress par hi leti rahi, unke cum ko apni chut mein feel karti hui.

Bahar raat gehre thi.  
Room mein ab sirf hamari bhaari saansen thi…  


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Abhi Sharma sir ka cum meri chut se tipak raha tha. Main doggy position mein hi mattress par haafte hue padi thi — nangi, gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche latki hui. Sharma sir mere peeche khade the, khud bhi nange, saans ab bhi bhaari. Unhone abhi-abhi lund bahar nikaala tha.

Tabhi…

Thak-thak-thak.

Darwaze par dastak hui.

Dono ekdam se kaath ke putle ban gaye. Sharma sir ki aankhein phail gayiin. Mainne turant mattress se bedsheet kheench kar apne jism par daalne ki koshish ki, lekin pehle hi dastak phir se hui — is baar tez.

“Kaun hai andar? Darwaza kholo!”

Awaaz aurat ki thi. Pehchaan si lagi. Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekha. Unke chehre par darr saaf tha. Unhone jaldi se apni pant uthayi, lekin pehne bina hi darwaze ki taraf badhe. Main bedsheet ko apne jism par kheench kar baith gayi, chunchiyan aur neeche ab bhi nange the.

Sharma sir ne kundi kholi.

Darwaza khulte hi bahar khadi thi — Miss Rina.

Hamari college ki English teacher. 54 saal ki. Baal mein halka sa safed, spectacles, hamesha saree mein rehne wali. Strict image. Unki aankhein pehle Sharma sir ke nange seene par gayi, phir andar meri taraf. Bedsheet meri poori body cover nahi kar pa rahi thi. Meri nangi taangein, meri chunchiyon ka upar ka hissa, aur Sharma sir ka ab bhi half-hard lund — sab unki nazar mein tha.

Miss Rina ki aankhein phail gayiin. Ek second ke liye woh silent rahi. Phir unhone dheere se darwaza aur khola aur andar aa gayi. Peeche se kundi laga di.

“Yeh… kya chal raha hai yahan?” unki awaaz mein gussa aur hairani dono thi.

Sharma sir peeche hatte hue bole, “Rina… yeh… samajh lo… galti se…”

“Galti?” Miss Rina ne cut kiya. Unki nazar phir meri taraf gayi. Mainne bedsheet ko aur kheench liya. “Yeh ladki nangi hai. Tu nanga hai. Hotel ke service room mein. college tour par. Main bahar sab teachers ko bulaaun? Principal ko phone karun?”

Sharma sir ka chehra phika pad gaya. “Rina please… mat… meri naukri… uski izzat…”

Miss Rina ne haath uthaya. “Chup. Main soch rahi hoon.”

Woh dheere-dheere andar aayi. Meri taraf dekhti rahi. Unki nazar meri bedsheet ke neeche se jhalakti nangi skin par thi. Phir Sharma sir ke jism par. Unhone spectacles theek kiye aur ajeeb si halki muskurahat ke saath boli—

“Tum dono… abhi… kar rahe the?”

Sharma sir ne sir jhukaya. Main chup rahi.

Miss Rina ne ek chair ki taraf ishara kiya aur khud uspar baith gayi. Saree sambhalte hue boli, “Darwaza band hai. Bahar koi nahi aayega. Ab seedhi baat karti hoon.”

Unhone meri taraf dekha. “Anita, tu bedsheet hata. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”

Mainne nazar uthayi. Sharma sir ne bhi unki taraf dekha.

Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Main dhamki de sakti hoon. Bahar jaakar sab ko bata sakti hoon. Lekin… main aisa nahi karungi. Agar tum log meri ek baat maan lo.”

Sharma sir ne ummeed se poocha, “Kya baat?”

Miss Rina ne apni aankhein meri nangi taangon par daalte hue kaha, “Main cuckold type ki aurat hoon. Samajhte ho na matlab? Mujhe khud sex karna pasand nahi. Kabhi nahi kiya shadi ke baad bhi k hi kabhi hi husband ko karne diya he… husband ke saath bhi sirf formality thi. Lekin… mujhe dekhna bahut pasand hai. Do logon ko nange, chudai karte hue dekhna. Unki awaaze sunna, unke jism ki thap-thap, siskariyan… yeh dekh kar main… satisfy ho jaati hoon.”

Room mein ekdam khamoshi chha gayi.

Main samajh nahi paayi turant. Sharma sir ki aankhein phail gayiin.

Miss Rina ne aage kaha, “Main neeche se aawaazein sun rahi thi. Isliye aayi. Ab main yahin baithungi. Tum dono jaari rakho. Jo kar rahe the, woh poora karo. Main dekhungi. Agar mana kiya… toh kal subah pure college tour group ke saamne yeh story sunaa dungi. Samajh gaye?”

Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein sawal tha. Mainne dheere se sir hilaya — majboori mein.

Miss Rina ne muskurate hue kaha, “Accha. Toh bedsheet hata Anita. Poori nangi ho ja. Sharma… tu bhi pant poori utaar. Main clearly dekhna chahti hoon.”

Haath kaampte hue mainne bedsheet hata diya. Meri nangi body phir se dim light mein aa gayi — chunchiyan, cum se geeli chut, thighs. Sharma sir ne bhi apni pant poori utaar di. Ab dono phir se nange the.

Miss Rina ne chair par baith kar apni saree sambhali aur boli, “Ab continue karo. Pehle jaisi position. Doggy. Main yahin se dekhungi. Awaaze mat rokna. Jo bhi natural ho, woh nikalne dena.”

Sharma sir mere peeche aaye. Unhone meri kamar pakdi. Mainne haath aage kiye, gaand upar ki. Miss Rina ki nazar seedha meri khuli hui position par thi.

Sharma sir ne apna lund meri chut par tikaya aur dheere se andar dhakel diya.  

“Ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.

Miss Rina ne chair par thoda sa aage jhuk kar kaha, “Haan… aise. Ab chodho isse. Tez. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”

Sharma sir ne dhakke shuru kar diye. Thap… thap… thap…  

Main mattress pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi, aur kone mein 54 saal ki Miss Rina baithi thin — spectacles ke peeche se humein dekhte hue, unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur uttejna ka mixture.



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[harinder singh]

anita nice update

[Anita patel]

NEW UPDET




Miss Rina chair par baithi thin. Saree sambhalte hue, spectacles ke peeche se humein ghoorte hue. Unki aankhein ek pal ke liye bhi nahi hat rahi thin.

Sharma sir ne meri kamar pakdi aur dhakke shuru kar diye. Pehle dheere, phir medium. Har thrust pe meri gaand unke pet se takrati. Thap… thap… thap…  

“Ahh… ahh… ahh…” meri siskariyan nikalne lagi.

Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Thoda tezz… meri awaaz clear sunai de rahi hai na? Awaaze mat daba.”

Sharma sir ne pace badha diya. Ab dhakke mazboot the. Har baar lund poora andar jata, base meri soft lips se takrata, aur thap ki awaaz room mein gunjti.

Thap-thap-thap-thap…

Main mattress ko pakde hue aage-peeche hil rahi thi. Chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti thin. Miss Rina ki nazar kabhi meri hilti hui chunchiyon par jaati, kabhi wahan jahan Sharma sir ka lund meri chut mein ghus-bahar ho raha tha.

“Haan… aise,” Miss Rina boli. Unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi. “Anita, tu siskariyan zor se nikaal. Mujhe sunai dena chahiye.”

“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…” main unki baat maan kar unchi awaaz mein nikaalne lagi.

Sharma sir ne ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li. Zor se dabaya. Nipple ko pinch kiya. Doosre haath se meri kamar pakde hue tezz dhakke maarte rahe. Meri siskariyan ab poori tarah khul gayi thin—

“AHHH… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… deep… ahhh…”

Miss Rina ne chair par thoda sa shift kiya. Unhone apni saree ka pallu theek kiya, lekin aankhein nahi hatayi. “Sharma… uski gaand thoda aur upar kar. Haan… ab clearly dikh raha hai. Lund poora andar ja raha hai.”

Sharma sir ne meri gaand ko dono haathon se pakad kar thoda upar uthaya. Angle change hote hi lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se chillayi—

“AHHHH… ahhh… bas… ahhh…!!!”

Thap-thap ki awaaz ab aur tezz thi. Meri geeli chut se sticky sound nikal rahi thi. Paseena meri peeth par behne laga tha. Sharma sir ki bhi saansen bhaari ho chuki thin.

Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut accha… ab thoda slow karo. Poora lund bahar nikaalo… phir dheere se andar daalo. Main dekhna chahti hoon kaise phailti hai iski chut.”

Sharma sir ne unki baat maani. Lund bilkul bahar nikaala. Meri chut ke khule hue lips se cum ki sticky line nikal rahi thi. Phir usne dheere-dheere head se lekar poora lund andar tak dhakela.

“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…”

“Haan… aise,” Miss Rina ki awaaz mein sankalan tha. “Bar-bar karo. Bahar… andar… bahar… andar. Mujhe har inch dikhna chahiye.”

Sharma sir ne wahi kiya. Kai baar lund poora bahar nikaala, phir dheere-dheere andar tak ghusaya. Har baar meri siskari nikalti. Miss Rina ki nazar wahi tik i hui thi jahan meri chut unke lund ko nigal rahi thi.

Thodi der baad Miss Rina boli, “Ab tezz. Bilkul tezz. Jaise pehle kar rahe the. Awaaze full.”

Sharma sir ne meri kamar pakad kar tezz dhakke shuru kar diye. Ab room poori tarah se thap-thap, geeli awaaz aur meri siskariyon se bhar gaya—

“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Miss Rina ne apni ek taang par doosri taang rakh li. Unki saans bhi thodi tezz ho gayi thi. “Haan… aise hi… iski siskariyan bahut acchi hain. Sharma, tu bhi awaaz nikaal. Mujhe pata chalna chahiye tujhe kaisa feel ho raha hai.”

Sharma sir ne dabi awaaz mein kaha, “Bahut… tight… ab bhi…”

“Aur tezz,” Miss Rina boli.

Dhakke ab itne tezz the ki meri body har baar aage ko dhakel jaati. Chunchiyan unke haath se nikal-nikal kar phir pakdi jaati. Main mattress mein muh god liye continuous siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh…”

Miss Rina ne aage jhuk kar kaha, “Anita… dekh meri taraf. Haan… aankhein khol. Mujhe dekhte hue siskari nikaal.”

Mainne mushkil se aankhein kholi. Miss Rina ki nazar meri aankhon se mili. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur uttejna thi. Main unhe dekhte hue hi siskari nikaalti rahi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… Miss… ahhh…”

Sharma sir ke dhakke ab last stage mein the. Unki grip meri kamar par aur zor se ho gayi. Unhone kuch gehre, mazboot thrusts maare aur phir apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“AHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh…!!!”

Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko squeeze kiya. Cum andar bhar gaya. Thoda sa bahar nikalne laga.

Sharma sir kuch der aise hi jude rahe. Phir dheere se lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar meri chut se nikal kar meri thighs par behne lagi.

Miss Rina ne kursi se uthte hue kaha, “Ruko. Hato mat. Main kareeb se dekhna chahti hoon.”

Woh aage aayi. Apne spectacles theek karti hui meri gaand ke bilkul kareeb jhuki. Meri khuli hui, cum-bhari chut ko dekhne lagi. Unhone koi haath nahi lagaya — sirf dekha. Kai second tak.

“Bahut geela… poora bhar diya,” unhone dheeme se kaha. Phir Sharma sir ki taraf dekha. “Ab isse litaye. Main samne se bhi dekhna chahti hoon.”

Sharma sir ne mujhe ulat kar seedha litaya. Meri taangein khuli hui thin. Cum meri chut se nikal kar mattress par fail raha tha. Miss Rina ne meri taangon ke beech jhuk kar clearly dekha.

“Haan… ab theek hai,” unhone kaha. “Anita, taangein aise hi failaye rakh. Sharma, tu side mein baith. Main thodi der aur dekhungi.”

Main nangi, taangein kholi hui, cum tipakti hui leti rahi. Sharma sir side mein haafte hue baithe the. Aur Miss Rina… 54 saal ki strict English teacher… hamare beech khadi thi, nazar meri khuli hui chut par tikaye hue.



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Miss Rina ne thodi der aur meri nangi body ko dekha. Phir unhone seedha kaha,

“Ab kaafi hai. Kapde peheno dono.”

Sharma sir ne jaldi se apni pant uthayi. Main bhi kaampte haathon se apni nighty aur panty dhoondhne lagi. Room mein ab bhi woh bhaari si khamoshi thi. Cum meri thighs par sukhne laga tha. Mainne jaldi se kapde pehne, lekin body ab bhi unki nazar ke neeche nangi si feel ho rahi thi.

Miss Rina door ke paas khadi rahi. Jab hum dono ready ho gaye to unhone kundi kholi, baahar jhaanka, phir humari taraf mud kar boli,

“Ab yahan se nikalte hain. Alag-alag. Koi ek saath na dikhe.”

Sharma sir pehle nikal gaye. Main kuch second baad. Corridor khaali tha. Main seedha apne room ki taraf chali gayi. Roommate ab bhi so rahi thi. Main bathroom mein jaakar jism saaf karne ki koshish karti rahi, lekin dimaag mein Miss Rina ki aankhein ghoom rahi thin — woh dekhne wala look, woh thandi awaaz.

Subah uthi to tour normal chal raha tha. Koi kuch nahi jaanta tha. Sharma sir door se normal face banaye hue the. Miss Rina bhi apni strict teacher wali image mein thi. Bas ek baar breakfast ke time meri nazar unse mili to unhone halka sa nod kiya — jaise keh rahi hon “baat abhi baaki hai”.

Tour ke last din shaam ko, jab sab packing kar rahe the, Miss Rina ne mujhe corridor mein rok liya.

“Anita, ek minute.”

Main ruki. Unhone aas-paas nazar daali phir dheeme se kaha, “Tera room number kya hai? Roommate ko kisi kaam se bahar bhej dena. Main 9 baje aati hoon. Zaroori baat karni hai.”

Mainne sir hilaya. Kuch pooch nahi saki.

Raat ke 9 baje roommate ko mainne neeche lobby mein dost ke paas bhej diya. Darwaza khula hi chhod a. Thodi der baad halki dastak hui. Miss Rina andar aayi. Is baar unke chehre par woh strict look nahi tha. Darwaza band karke unhone seedha bed par baithte hue kaha,

“Baith.”

Main unke saamne kursi par baith gayi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Miss Rina ne thodi der mujhe dekha, phir boli,

“Us raat jo hua… woh meri wajah se ruka nahi. Mainne dekha, mujhe pasand aaya. Lekin ab main ek aur baat kehne aayi hoon.”

Main chup rahi.

Unhone aage kaha, “Meri anniversary aa rahi hai. Agle hafte. 28 saal ho jaayenge shadi ko. Husband mera… woh bilkul simple aadmi hai. Kabhi kisi aur aurat ko haath nahi lagaya. Main bhi… jaise maine kaha, mujhe khud karna pasand nahi. Lekin dekhna… dekhna bahut pasand hai.”

Unhone apni spectacles theek kiye aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekhte hue boli,

“Is baar main ek alag surprise soch rahi hoon. Main chahti hoon ki meri anniversary wali raat… mera husband… tujhe chode.”

Mera dil ekdam se ruk sa gaya. Mainne aankhein badi kar ke unhe dekha.

Miss Rina ne haath uthaya, “Sun pehle poora. Main us raat room mein hi rahungi. Lekin main participate nahi karungi. Main sirf dekhungi. Jaise us raat dekha tha. Tu aur mera husband… bed par. Main side mein baith kar poori cheez dekhungi. Yeh mera anniversary surprise hoga — khud ke liye.”

Mainne muh khola, lekin awaaz nahi nikal i.

Unhone aage kaha, “Main usse abhi nahi bataungi. Din mein main tujhe apne ghar le jaaungi kisi bahane. Shaam ko husband aayega. Main usse bolungi ki aaj raat main dekhna chahti hoon. Woh pehle mana karega… shayad gussa bhi karega. Lekin main samjha doongi. Aur tu… tu ready rehna. Jo us raat Sharma ke saath hua tha, usse thoda alag hoga. Kyunki yeh mera husband hai. Thoda soft, thoda careful. Lekin main chahti hoon ki woh tujhe poori tarah se le. Aur main dekhun.”

Mainne dheere se kaha, “Miss… main… yeh nahi…”

Miss Rina ne meri baat kaat te hue kaha, “Anita. Us raat main neeche sab ko bula sakti thi. Principal ko phone kar sakti thi. Sharma ki naukri, teri izzat, college ka record… sab kuch. Mainne nahi kiya. Kyunki mujhe dekhna pasand hai. Ab main yeh maang rahi hoon. Ek raat. Sirf ek raat. Uske baad main tujhe kabhi force nahi karungi. Na Sharma ko. Na kisi ko.”

Unhone thoda aage jhuk kar kaha, “Tu soch. Agle hafte Thursday. Main tujhe message karungi. Agar haan boli… toh main arrange karungi. Agar na boli… toh bhi main kuch nahi karungi. Lekin yaad rakh… main woh aurat hoon jo us raat tum dono ko nange dekh kar bhi chup rahi. Ab meri ek iccha poori kar do.”

Main chup chap unhe dekhti rahi. Unki aankhon mein koi gussa nahi tha. Sirf ek clear, thandi si determination thi.

Miss Rina ne uthte hue kaha, “Ab main jaati hoon. Roommate aane wali hogi. Soch ke batana. Time hai tere paas.”

Woh darwaze tak gayi. Hathle se kundi kholi, phir ek baar mud kar boli,

“Anita… teri body… us raat bahut acchi lagi thi. Mera husband bhi dekh kar… shayad pehli baar samjhega ki main kyun sirf dekhna chahti hoon.”

Itna keh kar woh nikal gayi.

Room mein phir se khamoshi aa gayi. Main vahi baithi rahi. Unki baatein kaan mein gunj rahi thin—





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Time bhi jaise kisi khamosh saazish mein saath de raha tha.

Tour se wapas aane ke baad se ghar mein ek ajeeb si normalcy thi. Papa office jaate, mummy ghar sambhalti, main college. Sharma sir college mein bilkul door se normal rehte. Miss Rina bhi apni strict teacher wali image mein thi. Bas kabhi-kabhi corridor mein nazar milti to unki aankhon mein woh baat jhalak jaati jo us raat kahi thi.

Phir ek din subah Papa ne naashta karte hue kaha, “Is hafte mujhe gaon jaana padega. Bade papa ki tabiyat theek nahi. Mummy bhi saath chalengi. Tum college manage kar lena. Do-teen din lagenge.”

Mainne turant mummy ki taraf dekha. Unhone bhi meri nazar pakdi. Dono samajh gaye — ghar khaali hone wala tha.

Mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Haan… Anita akeli sambhal legi. Fridge mein khana rakha hai. Raat ko gate lock kar lena.”

Uske agle din hi Miss Rina ka message aaya.

“Thursday shaam 5 baje. Mera ghar. Address bhej rahi hoon. Ready hokar aana. Kuch mat poochna.”

Address same tha jo pehle unhone diya tha — college se thodi door, ek quiet colony mein.

Thursday subah Papa-mummy gaon ke liye nikal gaye. Station tak chhodne ke baad main akeli ghar wapas aayi. Din bhar kitaben khol-khol kar rakh di, lekin dhyan kahin nahi tha. Shaam ke 4 baje main uthi. Nahayi. Baal khule chhod diye. Simple clothes pehne — lekin jaanti thi yeh kapde zyada der nahi rahenge.

5 baje auto se Miss Rina ke ghar pahunchi. Chhota sa independent house, bahar phoolon ke pot. Darwaza khulte hi Miss Rina khadi thin. Aaj unhone soft pastel saree pehni thi, baal loose the, spectacles same. Unhone mujhe andar liya aur darwaza band kiya.

“Time se aa gayi. Accha,” unhone kaha. “Husband 7 baje aayega. Usse pehle tujhe tayyar karna hai.”

Mainne bag neeche rakha. “Miss… main…”

Unhone haath uthaya. “Aaj bahut baat nahi. Jo socha hai woh karna hai. Chal, andar aa.”

Woh mujhe andar ke ek room mein le gayi. Room saaf tha, bed par maroon bedspread, soft lighting. Ek kone mein ek sealed bag rakha tha. Miss Rina ne usse khola.

Uske andar thi — ek laal jodi.

Deep red lehenga, heavy golden work, matching choli, aur ek transparent laal dupatta. Bridal style, lekin thoda bold cut. Choli ka neck deep tha, back almost open.

Miss Rina ne usse bed par failaya aur meri taraf dekha. “Yeh pehen. Main madad karti hoon.”

Main chup chap khadi rahi. Unhone pehle meri simple kameez ke buttons khole. Kameez utari. Phir salwar. Ab main sirf bra-panty mein thi. Miss Rina ki nazar meri body par gayi — 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari hips. Unhone kuch nahi kaha, bas bra khol di. Panty bhi.

Phir unhone laal choli uthayi. Mere haath andar kiye, peeche se hook lagayi. Choli tight thi. Meri chunchiyan upar ko lift ho kar deep neck se almost half bahar ko thin. Nipples ka shape kapde ke neeche se saaf dikh raha tha.

Uske baad lehenga. Unhone meri taangon se chadhaya, kamar par fit kiya. Lehenga heavy tha, lekin neeche se slit thodi si thi. Phir dupatta. Unhone usse mere kandhon par dala, lekin aise ki meri chunchiyon ka upper curve clear dikhe.

Aakhir mein unhone mere baal khole, ungliyon se set kiye, aur halka sa laal lipstick lagaya. Ek chhoti si maang ke beech bindi. Phir mujhe bade mirror ke saamne khada kar diya.

“Dekh.”

Mainne dekha. Mirror mein ek ladki khadi thi — laal jodi mein, bhaari chunchiyan choli se almost nikalte hue, hips lehenga mein filled, chehre par woh soft tej. Bridal lag rahi thi… lekin ek ajeeb si bold bridal.

Miss Rina ne peeche se kaha, “Bahut acchi lag rahi hai. Mera husband jab tujhe aise dekhega… toh uski himmat pehle se zyada tootegi.”

Unhone mujhe bed ke edge par bithaya. Lehenga set kiya, dupatta theek kiya. Phir khud ek chair bed ke bagal mein rakh kar baith gayi.

“Ab yahin baith. Main neeche jaakar uska wait karti hoon. Jab woh aayega, main usse yahan laaungi. Tu kuch mat bolna pehle. Main baat karungi. Samajh gayi?”

Mainne sir hilaya. Awaaz nahi nikal i.

Miss Rina ne meri ek baar poori body dekhi — laal jodi mein nangi si dikhti chunchiyan, kamar, hips. Phir unhone dheere se kaha, “Aaj raat yeh meri anniversary ka gift hai… mujhe. Tu ready reh.”

Itna keh kar woh room se baahar nikal gayi. Darwaza peeche se band kiya, lekin kundi nahi lagayi.

Main bed par laal jodi mein baithi rahi. Bahar se unke payal ki halki awaaz aayi, phir neeche jane ki. Room mein sirf ek dim yellow light jal rahi thi. Mirror mein meri reflection dekh sakti thi — laal kapdon mein, tayyar, aur bilkul akeli.

Samay jaise ruk sa gaya tha.  
Papa-mummy gaon mein the.  
Ghar khaali tha.  
Aur main… Miss Rina ke ghar ke us room mein, laal jodi pehne, unke husband ke aane ka wait kar rahi thi.

Anniversary ka surprise…  
ab shuru hone wala tha.

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Main us room mein bed ke edge par baithi rahi. Laal choli meri chunchiyon ko upar ko dabaaye hue thi, deep neck se almost aadhi naramai bahar ko jhalak rahi thi. Lehenga heavy tha, kamar par tight. Dupatta ek taraf se sarakta ja raha tha. Mirror mein meri reflection saaf dikh rahi thi — bridal laal rang mein, baal khule, hoth laal, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khali-pan.

Neeche se awaaze aani shuru hui.

Pehle gate ki click. Phir Miss Rina ki awaaz — normal, halki si sweet. Phir ek mard ki awaaz. Gehre, thodi thaki hui. Husband aa gaya tha.

Mainne saans rok li. Unke qadmon ki awaaz stairs se upar aati hui sunai di. Miss Rina kuch samjha rahi thi. Unki awaaz dheemi thi, lekin kuch shabd clear the—

“Aaj special hai… mainne surprise rakha hai… andar aa…”

Darwaza khula.

Pehle Miss Rina aayi. Unke peeche unke husband.

Woh aadmi kareeb 55-56 saal ka tha. Average height, thoda sa pet nikla hua, baal poore safed, clean shave. Simple white shirt aur grey pant mein. Chehre par thakan thi, lekin jaise hi unki nazar mujh par padi, woh thakan ek second mein gayab ho gayi.

Unki aankhein phail gayiin. Muh thoda sa khul gaya. Woh darwaze par hi ruk gaye.

Miss Rina ne unka haath pakad kar andar khinchte hue kaha, “Andar aao. Darwaza band karo.”

Husband ne automatical ly peeche haath badha kar darwaza band kiya, lekin unki nazar mujhse nahi hati. Main bed par laal jodi mein baithi thi — choli se chunchiyan almost nikalte hue, lehenga mein hips ka shape clear, baal khule, laal lipstick.

“Yeh… kaun hai?” unki awaaz ruk-ruk kar nikli. “Rina… yeh ladki…?”

Miss Rina ne unhe bed ke saamne wali chair tak le jaakar bithaya. Khud unke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. Unhone mera haath nahi pakda, bas mere aur unke beech khadi rahi.

“Yeh Anita hai,” Miss Rina ne saaf awaaz mein kaha. “Mere college ki student. Class 12. Aaj raat yeh yahan hai… mere liye. Hamari anniversary ke liye.”

Husband ne meri taraf se nazar hata kar Miss Rina ko dekha. “Kya matlab? Yeh kya pehne hue hai? Rina, tu… tu pagal toh nahi ho gayi?”

Miss Rina ne dheere se unki taraf dekha. Awaaz bilkul calm thi.

“Main pagal nahi hoon. Main 28 saal se teri biwi hoon. Itne saalon mein maine kabhi tujhe kisi aur aurat ke saath nahi dekha. Na main khud kisi ke saath gayi. Lekin main jaanti hoon main kya chahti hoon. Mujhe… dekhna pasand hai. Do logon ko. Nange. Chudai karte hue. Unki awaaze, unke jism… yeh dekh kar main satisfy hoti hoon. Khud karna mujhe pasand nahi. Kabhi nahi raha.”

Husband ka chehra laal-peela ho raha tha. “Rina… yeh kya bakwas kar rahi hai tu? Yeh ladki college ki hai… main… main aisa nahi kar sakta!”

Miss Rina ne unke kandhe par haath rakha. “Tu kar sakta hai. Aaj raat. Main yahin rahungi. Side mein. Main touch nahi karungi. Sirf dekhungi. Yeh mera anniversary gift hai… mujhe. Tu is ladki ko le. Jaise mard lete hain. Aur main dekhun.”

Husband ne meri taraf phir se dekha. Unki nazar meri choli ke deep neck par gayi, jahan meri chunchiyon ka soft upper curve saaf dikh raha tha. Phir meri aankhon mein. Mainne nazar nahi hatayi, lekin muh se kuch nahi nikla.

“Yeh… yeh possible nahi,” unhone kaha. Awaaz ab kamzor pad rahi thi. “Main… main kabhi kisi aur ko…”

Miss Rina ne unki baat kaati. “Isliye toh main chahti hoon. Tu hamesha se simple raha. Aaj raat tu simple mat reh. Isse nanga kar. Ise bed par lita. Aur iski chudai kar. Main dekhna chahti hoon. Agar tu mana karta hai… toh main samajh jaaungi ki tu meri iccha nahi poori karna chahta.”

Room mein lambi khamoshi chha gayi. Husband ke haath kursi ke armrest par tight the. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Unki nazar baar-baar meri body par ja rahi thi — laal choli mein bandhi chunchiyan, kamar, lehenga ke neeche se jhalakti taangein.

Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Anita, khadi ho ja.”

Main dheere-dheere uthi. Lehenga ka weight neeche se feel ho raha tha. Dupatta ek taraf sarak gaya. Meri chunchiyan choli se aur zyada press ho kar upar ko aa gayiin.

Miss Rina ne husband se kaha, “Dekh isse. Poori. Aaj raat yeh teri hai. Main dekhne ke liye yahin hoon.”

Husband ne muh khola, kuch nahi bola. Unki aankhein meri choli ke buttons par thin. Miss Rina ne unka haath pakad kar mera haath unke haath mein rakh diya.

“Chhoo ke dekh. Kapde ke upar se.”

Husband ka haath kaamp raha tha. Unhone dheere se meri choli ke upar haath rakha. Meri chunchi ka soft weight unki hatheli mein aaya. Unhone halkaa sa dabaya. Phir haath hata liya jaise jala ho.

“Rina… main… nahi…”

Miss Rina ne unke kaan ke kareeb jhuk kar kaha, bilkul dheemi awaaz mein, “Aaj raat tu nahi bolega. Aaj raat tu karega. Main dekhna chahti hoon. Ise nanga kar. Abhi.”

Husband ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein darr, sharam, aur ek dabi hui iccha ek saath thi. Unhone phir se haath badhaya. Is baar meri choli ke peeche gaye. Hook dhundhne lage.

Main khadi rahi. Saans ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi. Miss Rina side mein khadi thi, nazar unke haathon par.

Choli ka pehla hook khula. Phir doosra. Choli dheeli padne lagi. Husband ne dheere-dheere usse mere kandhon se utara. Laal choli neeche gir gayi.

Meri nangi chunchiyan dim light mein free ho gayiin — 36 ki, bhaari, nipples pehle se tight. Husband ki saans ruk si gayi. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya. Soft weight unki hatheliyon mein. Unhone dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko anguthe se ghumaya.

[Anita patel]

NEW UPDET .


Miss Rina ne peeche se kaha, “Haan… aise. Ab lehenga bhi.”

Husband ne meri kamar par haath pher a. Lehenga ki cord dhundhi. Dheere-dheere kholi. Lehenga meri hips se phisalta hua neeche gir gaya. Ab main sirf laal transparent panty mein thi.

Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Panty bhi. Poori nangi. Main clearly dekhna chahti hoon.”

Husband ne kaampte haathon se meri panty ke elastic mein ungliyaan daali aur neeche sarka diya. Ab main bilkul nangi thi unke saamne — laal jodi ke kapde pairon ke neeche bikhre hue, body free, chunchiyan unke haathon mein, chut nangi.

Miss Rina ne chair ki taraf ishara kiya aur khud uspar baith gayi. Unhone saree sambhalte hue kaha,

“Ab bed par lita isse. Main yahin se dekhungi. Jo bhi karna hai, kar. Awaaze aane dena. Main participate nahi karungi… sirf dekhungi.”

Husband ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhein laal thi. Unhone mujhe dheere se bed ki taraf dhakela. Main lit gayi. Meri nangi body maroon bedspread par fail gayi. Chunchiyan upar ko, taangein thodi si kaamp rahi thin.

Miss Rina ne apne pati se kaha, “Ab apne kapde utaar. Poore. Main dono ko nanga dekhna chahti hoon.”

Husband ne dheere-dheere apni shirt ke buttons khole. Shirt utari. Phir pant. Underwear. Unka lund bahar aaya — average se thoda bada, ab hard ho chuka tha. Unhone usse ek baar haath se pakda, jaise khud ko yakeen dila rahe hon.

Miss Rina ne chair par baith kar apni ek taang doosri par rakh li aur saaf awaaz mein kahi,

“Ab shuru karo. Mera anniversary gift… ab poora hona chahiye.”

Room mein dim light, nangi body, laal kapde floor par, aur ek 54 saal ki aurat chair par baithi hui… dekhne ke liye.

Husband mere upar jhuka.  

Aur raat… ab asli matlab mein shuru hone wali thi.






Miss Rina chair par baithi rahi. Saree sambhalte hue, spectacles ke peeche se poori tarah focused. Unhone sirf itna kaha tha — “Shuru karo.”

Rina ke husband mere upar jhuke. Unka badan thoda bhaari tha, pet halka sa meri soft pet se chu raha tha. Unhone pehle mujhe choomne ki koshish ki. Hoth mere hothon par aaye — dheere, thode kaampte hue. Mainne hoth khole. Unki jeebh andar aayi. Garam, thodi ghabrahat bhari. Woh meri jeebh se khelte hue mere upar dabte gaye.

Unke haath meri chunchiyon par aaye. 36 ki bhaari soft chunchiyan unki hatheliyon mein samayi. Unhone dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko anguthe aur ungli ke beech le kar ghumaya. Mainne halki siskari li—

“Ahh…”

Unhone hoth mere hothon se hata kar meri gardan par rakhe. Soongha, phir jeebh se chat a. Kaan ke neeche, gardan ke side, phir neeche clavicle tak. Unki saans garam thi. Mainne unke safed baalon mein haath daal diya.

“Bahut soft ho tum…” unhone pehli baar kaha. Awaaz dheemi, thodi toot i hui. “Itni naram… Rina, yeh… yeh kitni soft hai.”

Miss Rina ne chair se jawab diya, “Haan. Dheere-dheere karna. Main dekh rahi hoon.”

Husband ne meri ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Poori nahi sama sakta tha, lekin jitni aayi usse choosne laga. Jeebh se nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya, halka sa kheench a. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte rahe. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Siskariyan nikalne lagi—

“Ahh… ahh… dheere…”

Woh bari-bari se dono chunchiyon ko chooste rahe. Kabhi daant se halka kaatte, kabhi poori tarah muh mein bharne ki koshish karte. Meri chunchiyan unke thook se chamakne lagi thin. Nipples bilkul tight aur geele.

Unhone neeche ki taraf jana shuru kiya. Hoth meri pet par, jeebh naabhi ke around. Phir aur neeche. Meri taangein khol diin unhone. Meri chut ke bilkul kareeb muh le gaye. Garam saans padi. Phir unhone jeebh nikaal kar ek lamba lick maara — neeche se upar tak.

“Ahhh…” meri kamar hil gayi.

Unhone meri folds ko jeebh se khola, clit ko dhoondha aur uspar slow circles banane lage. Kabhi poori tarah chooste, kabhi sirf tip se chat te. Mainne bedsheet pakad li.

“Ahh… ahh… wahan… ahh…”

Miss Rina ki awaaz aayi, “Accha kar raha hai. Uski awaaz aa rahi hai. Continue.”

Husband ne meri taangein aur khol diin. Ab unka muh meri chut se chipka hua tha. Jeebh andar tak jaane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Main geeli ho chuki thi. Unki jeebh ki garam, geeli feeling se meri siskariyan khul rahi thin—

“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…”

Thodi der baad woh upar aaye. Unka chehra geela tha. Unhone apna lund pakda — ab poori tarah hard — aur usse meri chut ke muhane par upar-neeche ragda. Head meri geeli folds mein phisal raha tha.

“Ab… andar?” unhone jaise Miss Rina se poocha.

Miss Rina ne kaha, “Haan. Dheere se. Poora. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”

Usne apna lund sahi position mein kiya. Head meri chut ke muhane par dabaya. Dheere se pressure diya. Mainne saans rok li.

“Ahhh… dheere…”

Woh inch by inch andar aane laga. Meri chut uske size ke hisaab se phailti gayi. Dard nahi tha, lekin bharpoor feeling thi. Jab poora lund andar tak chala gaya to dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye.

“Bahut… tight,” usne haafte hue kaha. “Rina… yeh… bahut garam hai andar se.”

Miss Rina ne jawab diya, “Ab hilna shuru karo. Dheere-dheere. Awaaze aane do.”

Usne dheere se pehla dhakka maara. Bahar nikaala… phir andar. Phir se. Meri chunchiyan uske har movement se hilne lagi.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh…”

Usne meri dono taangein apne kandhon par rakh liin. Angle deep ho gaya. Ab har dhakka poora andar tak ja raha tha. Main uske seene par haath rakh kar siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… deep… ahhh…”

Usne pace thoda badhaya. Thap… thap… thap… halki geeli awaaz nikalne lagi. Meri bhaari chunchiyan uske har dhakke se upar-neeche uchal rahi thin. Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein li aur chooste hue dhakke maarte raha.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… haan… ahh…”

Miss Rina ne chair se kaha, “Tarif kar iski. Bata usse kaisa feel ho raha hai.”

Husband ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Awaaz bhaari thi, “Bahut… soft… andar se… choos rahi hai… teri chut… bahut garam…”

Usne meri chunchiyon ko dono haathon se pakad kar dabaya aur dhakke tezz kiye. Ab thap-thap ki awaaz clear thi. Meri siskariyan bhi unchi ho gayi thin—

“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh…”

Woh meri taangein aur fold karke mere chest tak daba diya. Ab uske dhakke bilkul gehre aur continuous the. Har baar lund poora andar jata, base meri soft lips se takrata, aur main uske neeche kaamp ti.

“Ahhh… ahhh… poora… ahhh… bhar raha… ahhh…”

Usne meri ek chunchi ko zor se choosa, daant se halka kaata, aur dhakke aur tezz kar diye. Bed ki halki khat-khat shuru ho gayi. Meri siskariyan ab room mein gunj rahi thin—

“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Uske dhakke last stage mein aa gaye. Gehre, mazboot, continuous. Phir uski body tight ho gayi. Usne meri chunchiyon ko zor se pakad liya aur apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“AHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh… bhar diya… ahhh…”

Main bhi uske neeche kaamp uthi. Chut ne uske lund ko squeeze kiya. Cum ki garam dhaar andar fail gayi. Thoda sa bahar nikalne laga.

Woh kuch der aise hi mere upar pada raha. Bhaari saansen lete hue. Phir dheere se lund bahar nikaala. Cum meri chut se nikal kar bedspread par failne laga.

Miss Rina ne chair se uthte hue kaha, “Ruko. Hato mat abhi. Main kareeb se dekhna chahti hoon.”

Woh bed ke paas aayi. Meri khuli hui taangon ke beech nazar daali — meri sooji hui, cum-bhari chut ko dekhti rahi. Kai second tak. Phir boli,

“Accha hua. Ab dono aise hi raho thodi der. Main dekh rahi hoon.”

Main nangi, taangein kholi, cum tipakti hui leti rahi. Husband mere bagal mein haafte hue tha. Aur Miss Rina… bed ke bagal mein khadi, nazar meri chut par, apni anniversary ka gift poora hote hue dekh rahi thi.





Miss Rina thodi der aur meri cum-bhari chut ko dekhti rahi. Phir unhone achanak apni saree ka pallu hataya.  

Main aur unke husband dono ne unki taraf dekha.  

Miss Rina ne dheere-dheere apni saree kholni shuru ki. Pallu, phir blouse ke buttons. Blouse gir gaya. Petticoat ki naada kholi. Petticoat bhi neeche gir gaya. Ab woh sirf bra aur panty mein thin. 54 saal ki body — thodi si dheeli, lekin chunchiyan ab bhi bhaari thin, pet halka sa nikla hua, thighs soft.  

Unhone bra kholi. Bhaari, thodi latakti hui chunchiyan free ho gayiin. Nipples dark aur bade. Phir panty bhi utaar di. Ab Miss Rina bilkul nangi thin.  

Husband hairani se unhe dekh raha tha. “Rina… tu…?”

Miss Rina ne unhe bed par seedha litaya. “Chup. Aaj main bhi… thoda sa.”

Woh unke taangon ke beech baith gayi. Unke lund ko haath mein liya — jo abhi abhi meri chut se nikla tha, cum se geela. Unhone usse dheere-dheere sahlaaya. Phir jhuk kar apni jeebh nikaali aur lund ke head ko chat a.

“Ahh…” husband ki halki awaaz nikal gayi.

Miss Rina ne lund ko muh ke kareeb laaya aur dheere se muh mein le liya. Sirf head. Jeebh se ghumaya. Thook se geela kiya. Phir thoda aur andar liya. Unke 54 saal ke muh mein unke pati ka lund ja raha tha. Woh upar-neeche karne lagi — dheere, geele, awaaz ke saath.

“Slurp… umm… slurp…”

Main bagal mein nangi leti yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Miss Rina jo sirf dekhna chahti thin, ab khud unke lund ko choos rahi thin. Unki bhaari chunchiyan unke har movement se hil rahi thin.

Husband ne unke baal pakad liye. “Rina… yeh… ahhh…”

Miss Rina ne lund muh se nikaala, jeebh se neeche tak chat a, balls ko bhi choosa, phir phir se muh mein le liya. Ab thoda tezz. Thook ki lines unke hothon se lund tak latak rahi thin. Unki awaaz aa rahi thi—

“Umm… umm… ahh…”

Thodi der baad unhone lund muh se nikaala. Woh upar aayi. Husband ke lund ke upar apni chut ko adjust kiya. Haath se lund ko pakad kar apni geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya, aur dheere-dheere baithne lagi.

“Ahhh…” Miss Rina ki apni siskari pehli baar nikal i.

Inch by inch unka lund unki chut mein jaata raha. Jab poora andar chala gaya to Miss Rina ne aankhein band kar liin aur lambi saans li.

“Bahut… din baad…” unhone haafte hue kaha.

Phir unhone kamar hilani shuru ki. Upar-neeche. Dheere. Unki bhaari chunchiyan har movement se zor-zor se hilne lagi. Main dekh rahi thi — 54 saal ki nangi body, unke pati ke lund par chadh i hui, upar-neeche.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh…” Miss Rina ki siskariyan nikalne lagi.

Husband ne unki gaand pakad li. “Rina… tu… ahhh… bahut tight…”

Miss Rina ne pace badhaya. Ab woh tezz upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Thap… thap… thap… unki gaand unke pati ke pet se takrati. Unki chunchiyan bechaini se uchal rahi thin. Unhone khud apni chunchiyon ko pakad liya aur dabate hue aur tezz hilne lagi.

“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh… dekh Anita… ahhh…”

Unhone meri taraf dekha. Aankhein laal thin, muh khula hua. “Yeh… dekh… main bhi… ahhh…”

Main chup chap dekh rahi thi. Miss Rina ab poori tarah se lost thi. Woh apne pati ke lund par zor-zor se uchal rahi thi. Awaaze unchi ho gayi thin—

“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… bas… ahhh… wahan… ahhh…!!!”

Husband ne unki kamar pakad kar neeche se bhi dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Ab dono mil kar hil rahe the. Thap-thap ki awaaz tezz thi. Miss Rina ki siskariyan room mein gunj rahi thin—

“AHHH… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Unki body kaampne lagi. Unhone apni chunchiyon ko zor se dabaaya aur last tak tezz uchalti rahi. Phir unki body tight ho gayi. Woh apne pati ke upar jhuk gayi, kaampte hue.

“AHHH… ahhh… haan… ahhh…”

Husband ne bhi neeche se kuch gehre dhakke maare aur apna paani unki chut mein chod diya. Dono haafte hue jude rahe.

Miss Rina kuch der unke seene par padi rahi. Phir dheere se uthi. Unka lund unki chut se bahar nikla, cum ki dhaar ke saath. Woh bagal mein gir si gayi. Saans phoolti hui.

Main ab bhi nangi unke bagal mein leti thi. Husband beech mein haafte hue the. Miss Rina ne aankhein kholi aur meri taraf dekhi.

“Ab… dono… thoda aaram…” unhone haafte hue kaha. “Raat… abhi baaki hai.”

Room mein teen nangi body thin.  
Cum, paseena, aur siskariyon ki bachi hui gunj.  


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Miss Rina ab bhi haafte hue apne pati ke bagal mein nangi leti thi. Cum unki thighs par tipak raha tha. Husband beech mein the, lund ab bhi half-hard. Main doosri taraf nangi thi — meri chut ab bhi unke pehle cum se geeli.

Miss Rina ne aankhein kholi. Meri taraf dekha. Phir apne pati ki taraf. Unhone dheere se kaha,

“Ab… teeno.”

Husband ne unki taraf dekha. “Rina…?”

“Haan,” unhone kaha. Awaaz mein ab thakan ke saath ek naya hunger tha. “Aaj raat poori. Anita ko beech mein rakho. Hum dono mil kar.”

Woh uthi. Mujhe bed ke beech mein kheench liya. Main seedha lit gayi. Miss Rina mere ek taraf aa gayi, husband doosri taraf. Dono meri nangi body ke dono side the.

Pehle Miss Rina ne meri chunchi pakad li. Bhaari, soft. Unhone dabaya aur jhuk kar muh mein le liya. Choosne lagi. Unki jeebh meri nipple par ghumti, thook se geela karti. Doosri taraf husband ne meri doosri chunchi muh mein bhar li. Ab dono meri chunchiyan choos rahe the — ek 54 saal ki aurat, ek uska pati.

“Ahhh… ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.

Miss Rina ne meri chunchi chhod kar meri hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Gehra kiss. Unki jeebh mere muh mein ghus gayi. Same time husband meri chunchi choos raha tha, daant se halka kaat raha tha. Main dono ke beech kaamp rahi thi.

“Ahh… umm… ahh…”

Miss Rina ne mera haath pakad kar apne pati ke lund par rakh diya. Mainne usse pakda — ab phir se hard. Unhone mera haath hilaya, upar-neeche. Same time apna haath meri chut par le gayi. Do ungliyan andar daal diin. Tezz tezz hilane lagi.

“Ahhh… ahhh… Miss… ahhh…”

Husband ne meri taangein khol diin aur mere aur Miss Rina ke beech adjust hote hue apna lund meri chut ke muhane par tikaya. Ek dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya.

“AHHHH…!!!”

Ab main beech mein thi. Neeche husband ka lund meri chut mein dhakke maar raha tha. Upar Miss Rina meri chunchiyan choos rahi thi, kabhi mere hoth, kabhi meri gardan. Unki bhaari chunchiyan mere face par latak rahi thin. Mainne muh khol kar ek ko andar le liya. Choosne lagi.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… umm…”

Husband ke dhakke tezz ho gaye. Thap… thap… thap… thap…  

Meri siskariyan unchi thi. Miss Rina meri chunchi choos te hue khud bhi siskariyan nikaal rahi thi kyunki main unki chunchi daba rahi thi.

“AHHH… ahhh… deep… ahhh… teeno… ahhh…”

Miss Rina ne position change ki. Woh meri taraf se hati aur husband ke upar jaakar baith gayi — uska lund ab bhi meri chut mein tha. Miss Rina ne apni chut uske muh ke upar rakh di. Husband ab neeche se mujhe chod raha tha aur upar se Miss Rina ki chut choos raha tha.

Main neeche se unke lund ke dhakke se hil rahi thi. Upar Miss Rina ki siskariyan gunj rahi thin—

“AHHH… ahhh… haan… choos… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Thap-thap-thap meri chut se aa rahi thi. Miss Rina ki gaand mere face ke bilkul upar thi. Mainne haath badha kar unki chunchiyan pakad liin aur zor se dabane lagi. Unki siskariyan aur unchi ho gayi.

“AHHH… Anita… ahhh… daba… ahhh…!!!”

Husband ne meri taangein kandhon par rakh liin aur aur gehre dhakke maarne lage. Main kaampne lagi. Miss Rina unke muh par zor-zor se hil rahi thi. Teenon ke jism ek doosre se chipke hue, paseene se geele, awaaze ek doosre mein mil rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh…”  
“AHHH… ahhh… bas… ahhh…”  
“Umm… ahh… tight… ahh…”

Thodi der baad Miss Rina ne position phir badli. Woh neeche aayi. Mujhe side se pakad kar apne pati ke lund se alag kiya. Phir mujhe apne pati ke upar bitha diya — cowgirl. Main unke lund par baith gayi. Poora andar.

“AHHH… ahhh…”

Miss Rina mere peeche aa gayi. Unhone apne haath meri chunchiyon par rakhe aur dabate hue mujhe upar-neeche hilaya. Main unke pati ka lund apni chut mein le kar uchal rahi thi. Miss Rina meri chunchiyan masal rahi thi, kabhi jhuk kar meri gardan ya kaan chat ti.

“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… Miss… ahhh… daba… ahhh…”

Husband neeche se dhakke maar raha tha. Main upar se. Miss Rina peeche se meri body control kar rahi thi. Thap-thap-thap tezz thi. Meri siskariyan continuous—

“AHHH… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”

Miss Rina ne ek haath neeche le jaakar meri clit ko sahlaana shuru kar diya. Main jhel nahi paayi. Zor se kaampte hue cum kar gayi. Meri chut ne unke lund ko itna squeeze kiya ki husband bhi nikal gaya. Usne meri gaand pakad kar apna paani phir se meri chut mein chod diya.

“AHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh…!!!”

Main unke upar gir gayi. Miss Rina bhi bagal mein aa gayi. Teenon haafte hue, nange, cum se geele, ek doosre se chipke hue the.

Thodi der saans lene ke baad Miss Rina ne phir se kaha, “Abhi… aur.”

Us raat teeno mil kar kai baar jude. Kabhi main beech mein, kabhi Miss Rina, kabhi dono side se. Awaaze, siskariyan, thap-thap, geeli body… room mein sab kuch mix ho gaya tha.

Jab aakhir mein teenon thak kar gir gaye to bed poora geela tha. Cum, paseena, thook. Main beech mein thi. Ek taraf Miss Rina ki bhaari chunchi mere muh ke paas, doosri taraf unke pati ka haath meri chut par.


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