Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Shaadi ke baad ke din pehle se bilkul alag, ek ajeeb se naye dharre par chalne lage the.
Pehle jo ek continuous guilt, dar aur sahmi hui khamoshi rehne lagti thi, woh ab aahista-aahista ek dhal chuke rishte ke sukoon mein badal rahi thi. Shaadi ki raat aur chaandni ke neeche waali chudai ke baad, Priya ke andar ka resistant wajood ab poori tarah surrender kar chuka tha.
Agli subah jab Priya ki aankhen kholi, toh sabse pehle usne apne gore, soft waist par ek bhaari aur garam dabav mehsoos kiya. Vikram ka muscular, rough arm uske pet par se hota hua uski kamar ko kas ke jakde hue tha. Priya ne aahista se peeche mud kar dekha. Vikram abhi so raha tha. Subah ki pehli kiran uske chahre ke scars, uski thick eyebrows aur uske mardana honton par pad rahi thi. Unhi honton aur unhi haathon ne pichle do mahinon mein uske jism ko apna banaya tha, aur kal raat unhone aag ke samne ek doosre ko pati-biwi accept kiya tha.
Priya ne apna soft haath aahista se Vikram ki broad, baalon se bhari chhati par rakha aur usse haule-haule sahlaaya.
Vikram ki aankhen khol gayi. Usne koi sawaal nahi kiya, na hi koi formal baat ki. Usne bas Priya ko kamar se kheench kar apne aur kareeb kar liya—itna kareeb ki Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ki chhati se poori tarah chipak gaye. Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke forehead par ek lambi, warm kiss ki. Priya ne apni dark brown aankhen band kar li. Ek quiet, warm aur gehri feeling uske seene mein fail gayi. Guilt ki jagah ab ek alag hi garma-garam acceptance lene laga tha.
Din ka routine ab bilkul ek regular husband-wife jaisa ho chuka tha.
Vikram uth kar hut ke bahar sookhi lakdiyan chun kar aag jalaata, aur Priya lake se thanda, saaf paani lene jaati. Kai baar Vikram aahista se jungle ke raste se aata aur peeche se Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar leta. Uske dono bade haath Priya ke white cloth ke upar se hi uske heavy breasts ko pakad kar dabaane lagte, aur uske hont Priya ke nange shoulder aur neck par kiss karne lagte.
Priya halki si has deti, thoda sa jhoot-moot ka struggle karti, lekin uske haathon ko kabhi hataati nahi thi.
Ek subah toh jab Priya lake ke saaf paani mein ghutno tak khadi hokar nah rahi thi, Vikram paani mein utar aaya. Usne bina koi baat kiye Priya ke cloth ko neeche sarka diya. Uske dono heavy, bhare hue boobs paani ke upar chamakne lage. Vikram ne jhuk kar ek erect nipple ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur soft, rhythmic sucking shuru kar di. Priya ke boobs abhi bhi thoda-bohot milk produce kar rahe the. Priya ne Vikram ke sar ko dono haathon se pakad kar apne boobs par tikaaye rakha, aankhen band karke soft saansain leti rahi. Jab Vikram ne apne hont alag kiye, toh uske honton par safed jhaag lag chuka tha. Priya ne aage badh kar uske honton ko choom liya—pehli baar itni naturally aur khud se initiative lekar.
Dopahar ke waqt woh dono saath mein jungle ke andar fruits aur lakdiyan ikattha karne jaate. Vikram Priya ka haath thaame rakhta. Raste mein kabhi kisi bade tree ke tana ke sahare woh Priya ko gira deta aur usse deep kiss karne lagta. Priya ke haath Vikram ki broad back par gadh jaate.
Kai baar yeh kiss sirf honton tak nahi rehti thi—Vikram ka haath Priya ke kapdo ke andar chala jata, uski ungliyan uski geeli, garam chut ke lips par chalne lagti. Priya soft moans karti, *"Hmm... Vikram... chhod na... kaam karne do..."* kehti, lekin uski aawaz mein na toh mana hota tha aur na hi koi gussa. Uska jism turant response dene lagta tha.
Lekin din ka sabse soft aur intimate time raat ka hota tha.
Hut ke bahar aag ke paas baith kar woh dono khana khaate. Priya apna sar Vikram ke strong shoulder par tika deti. Vikram aahista-aahista uske lambay, kaale baalon mein ungliyan giraata. Kabhi-kabhi woh jhuk kar uske kaan ke paas bilkul low voice mein kehta, *"Meri biwi..."*
Yeh sunte hi Priya ke cheeks laal ho jaate, uske honton par ek sharmili smile aa jaati. Phir woh dono hut ke andar chale jaate.
Sex ab unke beech har raat ka ek zaroori aur natural hissa ban chuka tha—kabhi dheere aur deep, kabhi tezz aur aggressive, toh kabhi sirf soft touching, licking aur kissing. Priya ab kisi cheez se jhijhakti nahi thi. Woh khud apne haathon se Vikram ke thick, 8-inch lund ko pakadti, us par apna paani aur thook lagati, usse apne muh mein lekar choosati, aur phir uske upar baith kar khud ko ooper-neeche karti. Jab Vikram ka lund uski chut ke sabse gehre point par jaakar hit karta, toh Priya ke chehre par ek ajeeb si, quiet satisfaction hoti.
Yeh lund ab uska tha. Yeh mard ab uska pati tha.
Ek raat, chaandni room ke andar halki si roshni bikher rahi thi. Vikram Priya ke bagal mein leta hua tha, uska ek haath Priya ke heavy, nange breast par tika tha aur woh gehri neend mein tha.
Priya uth kar baithi. Usne hut ke kone mein rakhi hui wahi waterproof marine walkie-talkie uthai. Uske haath thode se kaanpe, lekin usne frequency switch ON kar diya. Signal pichle kuch dino se thoda better aa raha tha.
Usne device ko apne muh ke paas kiya. Uski aawaz soft thi, thodi si kaanpti hui, lekin bilkul clear aur pakki:
“Arjun… beta… Mumma bol rahi hai. Main… main theek hoon. Island pe… ab… ab main yahi rehti hoon. Vikram… woh… mera… mera khayal rakhta hai. Main… main ab… shaadi shuda hoon yahan… uske saath. Tum… tum gussa mat karna. Main… main tumhe yaad karti hoon. Papa ko bhi. Lekin… main yahi hoon ab. Safe. Uski… biwi.”
Usne thodi der ruk kar saans li. Device ko off kiya aur wapas ret par rakh diya. Phir woh wapas Vikram ke paas let gayi. Vikram ne neend mein hi usse apni baahon mein kheencha aur apne seene se chipka liya. Usne Priya ke baalon mein hont rakhe.
“Sach bola tu,” Vikram ne apni low, heavy voice mein kaha. Woh jaag raha tha.
Priya ne sirf apna sar uski chhati par hila diya. Uski aankhon ke kono se do aansoo nikal kar Vikram ke baalon se bhare chest par gir pade, lekin usne unhe ponchha nahi. Usne bas Vikram ke strong, muscular body ko aur kas ke pakad liya.
**Doosri Taraf – Mainland**
Arjun apne dark room mein bed par leta hua tha. Device uske kaan se chipka hua tha. Usne ek-ek shabd bilkul saaf suna tha.
*“Shaadi shuda hoon yahan… uske saath… uski biwi.”*
Arjun ke haath tharthar kaanpne lage. Marine walkie-talkie uske haath se phisal kar pillow par girne lagi, lekin usne usse kheench kar waapas kaan se laga liya. Uski aankhon se paani ke qatray nikal kar gaalon par bahne lage. Usne turant apna doosra haath apne muh par daab liya taaki ghar mein kisi ko uski siskand ki aawaz na sunai de.
Uske dil mein ek bhaari, kaala aur jaanleva dard baith gaya. Uski maa... uski pyari, pawan maa ab kisi aur mard ki biwi ban chuki thi. Us door island par, us gair primitive mard ki.
Lekin is gahre sadme aur dard ke beech, uske jism ne ek dark aur sharmnak tareeqe se react kiya. Uske shorts ke andar uska lund aahista-aahista hard hone laga. Arjun ko apne hi jism par ghin aane lagi, usne apni aankhen kas ke band ki, lekin woh physical arousal ko rok nahi paaya. Usne device ko apne seene se chipka liya aur chupchaap andhere mein rota raha—apne toote hue dil se bhi, aur apne behak chuke jism se bhi.
Island par
Priya ab Vikram ki baahon mein gehri neend so rahi thi.
Uske gale mein vine-band tha.
Uske nange jism par uske pati ke haath the.
Aur uske dil mein
ek naya, quiet, complicated sukoon settle ho raha tha.
Woh ab poori tarah Vikram ki biwi thi.
Ek romantic, simple, island waali zindagi
dheere-dheere unke beech jagah bana rahi thi.




Shaadi ke taqriban ek hafte baad ki baat thi. Island par din aur raat ab ek ajeeb sa, gehra aur romantic roop le chuke the. Pati-biwi banne ke baad dono ke beech ki intimacy ab kisi gunah jaisi nahi lagti thi, balki ek natural zaroorat aur haq ban chuki thi.
Us raat, hut ke bahar jali hui aag ki laptein dheere-dheere bujh kar sirf surkh angaare ban chuki thin. Halka sa dhuan aur jungle ki thandak hawa mein tair rahi thi. Hut ke andar, sookhi aur soft leaves ke bister par dono ek doosre ke nange jismon se chipak kar lete hue the. Priya ka sar Vikram ki broad, baalon se bhari chhati par tika tha. Uski nazuk, gori ungliyan Vikram ke strong chest muscles aur uske pet ke hard contours par aahista-aahista ghoom rahi thin. Yeh ab unki har raat ka ek normal aur sukoon bhara hissa tha—nangi skin ka friction, garma-garam saansain, soft touching, aur kabhi-kabhi aahista, gehri chudai.
Vikram ne apne ek bade haath se Priya ke lambay, kaale baalon ko sahlaate hue achanak baat shuru ki. Uski aawaz low thi, lekin usme ek alag hi mardana solidness thi:
“Priya… main ek baccha chahta hoon. Tera aur mera baccha.”
Priya ki ghoomti hui ungliyan Vikram ki chhati par ek jhatke mein ruk gayi. Uska dil jaise ek pal ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya. Usne apni dark brown aankhen utha kar Vikram ko dekha.
“Kya…?” uske honton se barely ek aawaz nikli.
Vikram ne Priya ke soft, gore chehre ko apne dono bade, khurdure haathon mein bhar liya. Uski dark brown aakhon mein ek junoon aur ek pakka iraada chamak raha tha.
“Sach mein. Maine tujhe apni biwi banaya hai, Priya. Ab main tujhe apne bacche ki maa bhi banana chahta hoon. Yahan. Is island par. Mera khoon, tera pet. Ek poora parivaar.”
Priya ka dil seene mein jor-jor se dhadakne laga. Ek ajeeb sa darr aur ghabraahat uske jism mein daud gayi. Usne thoda peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uske chehre aur kamar par apni pakad mazboot rakhi.
“Vikram… nahi. Yeh… yeh bohot badi baat hai,” Priya ki aawaz kaanpne lagi, uski aakhon mein achanak confusion aur purana guilt aagaya. “Main… main pehle se ek maa hoon, Vikram. Mera ek beta hai—Arjun. Main… main kisi aur mard ka baccha apne pet mein… kaise? Yeh galat hoga. Bohot galat hoga, Vikram.”
Uske dimaag mein saikdo khayal ek saath takrane lage. Agar woh pregnant ho gayi... agar uska pet nikal aaya... toh phir is island se wapas lautne ke saare raste hamesha ke liye band ho jaayenge. Yeh island, yeh mard, yeh jism ka rishta... sab permanent ho jaayega. Arjun ka masoom chehra uski aakhon ke samne ghoom gaya. Raj ka chehra aagaya. Uski purani duniya usse pukarne lagi.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke kaanpte honton par ek soft, warm kiss ki. Phir usne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar bilkul low voice mein kaha,
“Main jaanta hoon tu darr rahi hai, Priya. Lekin dekh humein. Hum yahan phanse hue hain. Yahan koi nahi aane wala. Tu meri biwi hai. Main tera pati hoon. Ek baccha hum dono ke rishte ko aur mazboot karega. Main chahta hoon tera yeh soft pet mere bacche se bhare. Main chahta hoon tu mere cum se pregnant ho.”
Priya ne apna sar na mein hilaya, uski aakhon se ek aansoo nikal kar cheek par bah gaya. “Nahi... please, Vikram. Main abhi ready nahi hoon. Mentally... bilkul nahi. Mujhe thoda waqt do.”
Vikram ne us raat us par koi zabardasti nahi ki. Usne Priya ko koi taana nahi mara. Usne bas usse apni baahon mein aur kas ke chipka liya, uske maathe par hont rakhe aur kaha, “Sochna is baare mein. Main tera intezaar karunga. Lekin main yeh chahta hoon.”
Agle do din island par ajeeb si khamoshi mein guzre.
Priya zyada tar waqt akeli rehti ya quiet rehti. Woh lake ke kinare baith kar paani ko ghoorti, jungle ke rasto par chalti aur raat ko aag ke paas baith kar sochti rehti. Uske dimaag mein ek taraf guilt aur darr tha... lekin doosri taraf, uske jism aur dil ke andar ek ajeeb si soft, garma-garam feeling bhi jagne lagi thi.
*Vikram ka baccha...*
Usne apne haath ko apne soft, gore pet par rakha. Us mard ke strong features, uske muscular body aur uske mardana junoon wala ek chhota sa jeevan uske pet ke andar pal raha hoga... Yeh khayal aate hi Priya ke pet ke neeche ek warm current sa daud jata tha. Uski chut mein halki si wetness aa jati thi. Woh is feeling se darrti thi, lekin yeh feeling uske andar din-ba-din geheri hoti ja rahi thi. Uska jism is mard ki har cheez ko accept karne par majboor ho raha تھا.
Teesre din ki raat ko, jab Priya hut ke bahar akeli aag ke paas baithi hui thi aur thandi hawa uske jism ko chhoo rahi thi, Vikram jungle se lakdiyan lekar wapas aaya. Usne lakdiyan aag mein daali aur pichhe se aakar Priya ke soft shoulders par apne bade haath rakh diye.
Priya ne apna sar pichhe ghumakar Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uski dark brown aakhon mein ek sawal tha.
Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se poocha, “Decide kiya, meri biwi?”
Priya ne ek gehri, lambi saans li. Uske heavy D-cup breasts ooper-neeche hue. Uski aakhon mein halka sa paani tha, lekin usne apna sar hilaya—pehli baar slow, hesitant, lekin bilkul clear aur pakka.
“Main... main darrti hoon, Vikram. Lekin... main ab tujhe nahi rokungi. Agar hamara baccha hona likha hai... toh ho jaaye. Main... main ab roknay ki koshish nahi karungi.”
Vikram ki dark brown aakhon mein ek gehra, junooni flash aaya. Uski ragon mein khoon tez daudne laga. Usne bina ek pal gavaye Priya ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur seedha hut ke andar le gaya.
Is baar Vikram ka tarika pehle se bilkul alag tha. Isme sirf jism ki bhookh ya havas nahi thi. Isme ek clear, solid aur mardana purpose tha—breeding ka purpose.
Usne Priya ko sookhi leaves ke bister par aahista se litaya. Uske jism par lipta hua white cloth ek-ek karke utaar diya. Priya ab poori tarah nangi thi—andhere aur aag ki halki roshni mein uske heavy D-cup breasts, uska soft gora pet, aur uski thodi si hairy, geeli chut poori tarah azaad the. Vikram ne uske pooray jism ko ek maalik ki nazar se dekha. Usne jhuk kar pehle Priya ke honton ko chooma, phir uske heavy breasts se milk aur sweat ko chusna shuru kiya. Phir woh neeche sarakta hua gaya aur Priya ki dono taangon ko failakar uski geeli chut par apne hont tika diye. Uski jeebh ne Priya ki clit aur lips ko aahista-aahista chaatna shuru kiya.
Priya soft moans karti rahi, *"Ahh... Vikram... mmhh..."* uske haath Vikram ke lambay baalon mein gadh gaye.
Jab Priya ki chut poori tarah paani chhod chuki aur geeli ho gayi, toh Vikram uske ooper aaya. Usne Priya ki dono bhari hui gori taangon ko utha kar apne broad shoulders par rakh liya—mating press position. Usne apne 8-inch lambay, lohe jaitay tight lund ke tip ko Priya ki geeli chut ke munh par set kiya. Uski aakhon mein aakhen daal kar, ek slow aur deep stroke mein apna poora lund Priya ke uterus ke munh tak dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh...!!”
Priya ne dard aur pleasure ke mix mein Vikram ke arms ko tightly pakad liya. Lund uski chut ki har wall ko stretch karke bilkul deep inside baith gaya tha.
Vikram ne Priya ki aakhon mein dekhte hue bilkul bhari aawaz mein bola,
“Ab se main tujhe har baar is tarah chodunga, Priya. Bilkul deep. Taaki tera pet mere bacche se bhar jaaye. Tu ready hai?”
Priya ne apni aakhein band ki, uske gaalon par ek garma-garam aansoo gira, aur phir usne aahista se apna sar hila diya.
“Haan... husband... bhar de mujhe... mere pet ko apne cum se bhar de...”
Vikram ne tab poore purpose aur junoon ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Long, deep, heavy strokes. Har ek thrust mein lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein deep core ko hit karta. Uski kamar ke thap-thap ki aawaz aur unke jismon ke friction ki wet sound poore hut mein goonjne lagi. Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke honton ko kas ke chooma, uske heavy breasts ko apne haathon mein duba kar nichoda, aur continuously uske deep inside cum karne ki position banaye rakhi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Vikram… itna… deep… ahhhh… haan… aise hi… my husband… ahhhh!”
Priya ke muh se continuous, rasiya moans nikal rahi thin. Uska jism Vikram ke har ek heavy stroke ko accept kar raha tha. Vikram ne usse kaafi der tak bina ruke choda. Jab woh apne final climax par pahuncha, toh usne Priya ki kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya, uske thighs ko apne shoulders par aur tight kiya, aur apne lund ko bilkul end tak push karke apna poora ka poora garam, thick, aur heavy cum load Priya ki chut ke deep inside udel diya.
*Pulse... pulse... warm shoot...*
Garam cum ke ek-ek katray ko Priya ne apne uterus ke munh par feel kiya. Usne cheekhte hue Vikram ko aur kas ke apne seene se chipka liya.
Climax ke baad bhi Vikram ne apna lund Priya ki chut se bahar nahi nikala. Woh uski chut ki garmi ke andar hi aahista-aahista soft hone laga. Usne jhuk kar Priya ke kaan mein apni heavy, warm saansain chhodte hue kaha,
“Yeh toh bas shuruaat hai, Priya. Main tujhe har din, har raat aise hi bharunga... jab tak tera pet mere bacche se bahar nahi nikalta.”
Priya ne apni aakhein band kar li.
Uske deep inside uske pati ka garam cum bhar chuka tha.
Uske dil mein abhi bhi halka darr tha.
Lekin uske jism aur uske wajood ne
uske pati ka yeh breeding decision
poori tarah accept kar liya tha.
Breeding
ab rasmi taur par shuru ho chuki thi.

Breeding decision ke baad ke agle saat din kisi deewanepan aur behisaab junoon se kam nahi the.

Vikram ne apne dimaag mein ek baat bilkul saaf kar li thi—woh Priya ke pet ko apne cum se bhar kar, usme apna baccha daal kar hi chain ki saans lega. Ab dono ke beech ki har ek chudai, har ek mulaqat ka sirf aur sirf ek hi maqsad tha: Deep, continuous, intentional breeding. In saat dino mein sharam aur parde ka naam-o-nishan mit chuka tha. Dono din-raat island par lagbhag nange hi ghoomte the. Kapde sirf zaroorat ke waqt pehne jaate. Poora island ab unka ek private, primitive breeding ground ban chuka tha.
Sand Par – Pehla Din
Pehle din ki dopahar ko suraj aasmaan ke beechom-beech chamak raha tha. Shore ki soft, garam sand par dono poori tarah nange the. Hawa mein samundar ki namkeen khushboo thi.
Vikram ne Priya ko ret par ghutno ke bal jhuka kar doggy position mein kar diya—uske heavy D-cup boobs neeche garam ret se ragad kha rahe the aur uski gori, bhari hui ass ooper ki taraf uthi hui thi. Vikram uske peeche ghutno par aaya. Usne apne 8-inch lambay, lohe jaitay tight lund ko uski geeli chut ke lips par do-teen baar ragada aur phir ek hi violent, deep stroke mein poora ka poora andar tak ghusaa diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!!”
Priya ki ek lambi, rasiya cheekh ret par phail gayi.
Thup… thup… thup… thup…
Vikram ne uski bhari hui kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya aur pure mardana force ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har thrust itna deep tha ki Priya ki aakhein phatne lagti thin.
“Bol… kaisa chahiye aaj?” Vikram ne pichhe se uske lambay kaale baalon ko haath mein pakad kar thoda pichhe kheencha.
Priya haafte hue, ret mein muh dhabaye boli, “Deep… ahhh… bilkul deep… mere pet ke andar tak bhar de… ahhhh… husband…!”
Vikram ne uske baalon par pakad aur tight ki aur aur tez-tez dhakke maarna shuru kar diya. Priya ki heavy, besharam moans samundar ki laheron ki aawaz ke saath milne lagi.
Usi waqt, unka waterproof bag ret par pada hua tha, aur uske andar rakhi marine walkie-talkie ka button ghalti se daba hua tha. Signal clear ja raha tha.
Hazaron mile door, apne dark room mein baithe Arjun ke kaan mein sudden clear audio aane lagi:
“Ahhh… deep… bhar de… husband… ahhhh!”
Arjun ke shorts ke andar uske lund ne turant reaction diya. Woh gusse, rona aur ghinnauni arousal ke mix mein apne lund ko pakad kar tez-tez hilane laga. Uski aakho se aansoo gir rahe the, lekin uska haath apni maa ki rasiya chudai sun kar ruk nahi raha tha.


Lake Mein – Doosra Din
Doosre din ki dopahar ko garmi badh gayi thi. Vikram Priya ko lake ke saaf, thande paani mein le gaya. Paani dono ki kamar tak aa raha tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko paani mein hi apne saamne khada kiya, uski ek gori, bhari hui taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakha, aur standing position mein apna mota lund uski geeli, paani se dhuli chut mein andar tak utar diya. Paani mein ek jhatke se tehelka mach gaya.
“Ahhh… Vikram… paani… paani mein… ahhhh!”



Vikram ne uski ass ko dono haathon se neeche se pakad kar usse ooper-neeche karna shuru kar diya. Priya ne paani ki gehraai ke darr se Vikram ki neck mein dono haath daal diye aur usse poori tarah chipak gayi. Har ek heavy thrust par uske heavy boobs paani ki satah ke ooper uchal rahe the.

Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar poocha, “Aaj kaisa fuck chahiye meri biwi ko?”
Priya ne sharam ko poori tarah bhool kar, uski aakhon mein aakhen daal kar clear kaha, “Zor se… mujhe ek doll ki tarah… use kar… ahhhh…!”
Vikram ki dark brown aakhon mein ek junooni smile aagayi. Usne ek haath aage badha kar Priya ke gale par rakh diya—choking nahi, balki ek mardana dominance aur control ke liye—aur pure force se usse paani mein chodne laga. Priya ki moans aur tez ho gayi. Usne Vikram ko koi rok-tok nahi ki. Sirf khud ko use hone diya. Jab Vikram apne climax par pahuncha, toh usne Priya ki waist ko apne pet ke against kas ke press kiya aur apna poora garam cum load uski chut ke deep inside udel diya.




Hill Par Fruits Gather Karte Waqt – Teesra Din

Teesre din, dono island ki ek thodi oonchi pahadi par fruits aur lakdiyan collect karne gaye the. Dono poori tarah nange the, dhoop unke jismon par pad rahi thi.
Achanak, ek bade jungle tree ke paas pahunchte hi Vikram ne Priya ko pakada aur tree ke mote tana ke against laga diya. Usne Priya ki dono gori taangon ko failaya aur peeche se ek hi powerful dhakke mein apna lund uski chut mein ghusaa diya.
“Ugh… ahhhh… Vikram!”
Vikram ne Priya ke dono haathon ko ooper kheench kar tree ke trunk par pakda diya aur pure standing doggy position mein tezz-tezz chodna shuru kar diya. Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts har dhakke ke saath ped ke tana se takra rahe the. Vikram ne usse ek doll ki tarah treat kiya—koi soft baat nahi, koi pyaari kiss nahi, sirf deep, hard aur continuous thrusts.
“Bol… kiski chut hai yeh?” Vikram ne pichhe se uski kamar par thappad maarte hue poocha.
“Aapki… ahhhh… mere pati ki… ahhhh… bhar do mera pet…!!”
Vikram ne uske gale par haath rakh kar thoda press kiya aur aakhri jhatke tak usse behisaab choda. Uska garam cum ek baar phir Priya ke uterus ke munh par deep shoot hua.
Raat Ko Hut Mein – Baki Din
Har raat ab ek exhaustive breeding session ban chuki thi.
Kabhi mating press position—Priya ki dono taangon ko apne shoulders par utha kar, apne poore body weight ke saath deep dhakke maarta.
Kabhi Priya ko apne lund par bitha kar—Priya khud ooper-neeche hilti, lekin Vikram neeche se ooper ki taraf forcefully thrust karta aur uske boobs ko nichodta.
Kabhi usse bilkul flat lita kar, uske ooper poora let kar, uske kaan mein bolta, “Apne pet mein le mera cum… poora le…”.
Priya ab bedroom mein openly aur besharmi se bolti:
“Aaj mujhe slave ki tarah chodo… mera gala dabao… ahhhh…!”
“Deep… bilkul end tak… cum ka ek katra bhi bahar mat nikalne dena… ahhhh!”
Vikram har baar uski baat sunta aur usse usi tarah poori ताकत se use karta. Kabhi uske baal pichhe kheenchta, kabhi uske heavy breasts zor-zor se nichodta, toh kabhi uske gale par haath rakh kar apna control dikhata. Priya ki cheekhein aur rasiya moans hut ke bahar jungle mein door tak jaati.
Marine walkie-talkie bag mein kai baar accidentally ON hi reh jaati.
Arjun ne us ek hafte mein kam se kam char-paanch baar apni maa ke clear, unedited breeding sessions sun liye:
“Ahhh… husband… bhar do mujhe… ahhhh!”
“Mera gala… dabao… ahhhh… mujhe use karo…!!”
“Mere pet mein… poora cum daal do… ahhhh…!!”
Har baar Arjun apne room mein akela baith kar, aakhon mein gham ke aansoo liye, apne lund ko gusse aur dirty arousal mein hilata rehta. Uski apni maa ke pure breeding moans… uske naye pati ke violent dhakko ki aawaz… aur maa ka woh “bhar do mujhe”.
Saatve Din Ki Raat
Saatve din ki raat ko Vikram ne Priya ko pure mating press position mein itni der tak aur itne junoon se choda ki Priya ke do continuous orgasms ke baad bhi Vikram rukne ko taiyar nahi tha.
Jab aakhir mein Vikram ne apna final, heavy climax achieve kiya, toh usne Priya ke soft, gore pet par apna bada haath rakh kar dabaaya aur haafte hue kaha,
“Is baar pakka, Priya… is baar tera pet mere bacche se nikalega.”
Priya haafte hue uske neeche padi hui thi. Uski gori taangain climax ke jhatkon se kaanp rahi thin, aur uski chut ke lips se Vikram ka thick, safed cum bahar nikal kar beh raha tha. Usne apni dark brown aakhein band ki aur bilkul soft, satisfied voice mein kaha,
“Haan… my husband… nikaal de… apna baccha mere pet se…”
Us ek hafte mein
dono ne island ke lagbhag har ek corner mein
poori tarah nange hokar
ek doosre ko breed kiya.
Sand, lake, jungle, hut—
har jagah Vikram ka lund Priya ki chut mein deep gaya,
aur har baar uska garam cum uske pet ki taraf push hua.
Priya ab officially uski breeding wife ban chuki thi.
Aur Arjun
doosri taraf
har ek important breeding session
apne room mein baith kar sun raha tha.

Breeding ke us behisaab aur intense hafte ke lagbhag teen hafte baad ki baat thi.
Priya ne jab subah-subah hut ke andar apni aakhein kholi, toh usne sabse pehle apne jism mein ek ajeeb sa, naya badlaav feel kiya. Uske heavy D-cup breasts pehle se kahin zyada sensitive aur bhaari lag rahe the—kisi halkay se touch par bhi andar ek halki si meethi tees uthti thi. Subah uthte hi uske gale mein ek halki si nausea aur vomiting jaisi feeling aati thi. Aur sabse badi, sabse chinta janak baat—uska period nahi aaya tha. Island par aane ke baad stress aur mahaul ke badalne se uska cycle ek-do din aage-piche hua tha, lekin itni der pehle kabhi nahi hui thi.
Priya ne poora din yeh baat apne dil ke andar dabaaye rakhi. Woh jungle ke rasto par chalte hue, ya lake par kapde dhote hue, baar-baar apna gora haath apne flat pet par rakhti aur halka sa dabati. Pet abhi tak poori tarah flat aur soft tha, lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si quiet, geheri feeling thi—jaise koi chhota sa wajood wahan aahista-aahista saans lene laga ho.
Shaam ke waqt, jab suraj dhal raha tha aur aasmaan surkh ho raha tha, Priya aur Vikram lake ke kinare aag ke paas baithe hue the. Thandi hawa paani par laheri banaye hue unke nange jismon ko chhoo rahi thi. Priya ne aakhir mein apni aakhein uthayi aur Vikram se kaha. Uski aawaz bilkul soft, thar-tharati hui aur kaanp rahi thi:
“Vikram… mera period nahi aaya. Teen hafte se zyada ka waqt ho gaya hai.”
Vikram jo uske bagal mein baitha hua ek lakdi ko taash raha tha, usne turant apna haath roka aur Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski dark brown aakhon mein pehle ek pal ke liye deep surprise aaya, aur phir uske baad ek gehra, mardana satisfaction aur junoon phail gaya. Usne apni lakdi aur chaku side par rakha aur Priya ke dono gore, kaanpte haathon ko kas ke pakad liya.
“Matlab…?” Vikram ne aahista se poocha.
Priya ne apni nazar neeche kar li. Uski eyelashes par aag ki roshni chamak rahi thi. “Ho sakta hai… main… main pregnant hoon, Vikram.”
Lake ke kinare kuch seconds ke liye ek geheri, sannata bhari khamoshi phail gayi. Sirf paani ke takrane ki aawaz aur jungle ke parindon ki aawaz thi. Phir Vikram ne ek jhatke mein Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur usse apne seene se kas ke chipka liya. Usne apna bada haath Priya ke gore pet par rakha—jo abhi bhi flat tha—aur apne hont Priya ke lambay, kaale baalon mein daba diye.
“Mera baccha…” Vikram ne ek low, almost possessive voice mein kah. “Tere pet ke andar… mera baccha. Aakhirkaar.”
Priya ke aakhon se ek-ek karke garma-garam aansoo nikal kar Vikram ke shoulder par girne lage. Usne apna sar Vikram ki muscular chhati par rakh diya.
“Main darr rahi hoon, Vikram. Bahut darr rahi hoon. Yeh… yeh sab kuch permanent ho jaayega. Arjun… mere pati Raj… unka chehra mere samne aata hai. Unse main kaise aakhein milaungi? Aur yahan… is jungle mein, is isolated island par… main ek bacche ko kaise paalungi?”
Vikram ne Priya ke soft chehre ko apne haathon mein uthaya aur uske gaalon par behte hue aansuon ko apne thumb se gentle tarike se ponchha. Usne Priya ki dark brown aakhon mein dekhte hue kaha:
“Tu akeli nahi hai, Priya. Main hoon yahan. Yeh mera baccha hai. Main tera, aur is bacche ka, dono ka khayal rakhunga. Tu meri biwi hai. Ab tu mere bacche ki maa bhi banne wali hai. Tujhe kisi se darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Priya ne Vikram ki aakhon mein dekha. Usme koi doubt, koi jhijhak nahi thi. Uski aakhon mein sirf ek pakka iraada aur certainty thi. Priya ne aahista se apna sar haan mein hilaya.
“Main… main try karungi strong rehne ki, Vikram. Lekin… andar se main toot rahi hoon.”
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke honton par ek soft, lingering kiss ki. Phir usne apna haath uske pet par hi rakha aur kaha, “Aaj se main tera aur zyada khayal rakhunga. Tujh par koi zyada force nahi karunga. Lekin main tujhe chhodunga bhi nahi. Yeh baccha hum dono ke rishte ko hamesha ke liye jodne wala hai.”
Us raat hut ke andar unhone bohot soft aur romantic sex kiya.
Vikram ne Priya ko sookhi leaves ke bister par aahista se litaya. Uske gore, nange jism ko dekhte hue uske legs ko gently failaya. Usne apna 8-inch lund Priya ki geeli chut ke entrance par rakha aur bilkul slow speed se andar tak gaya. Is baar Vikram ke dhakke intense nahi the—woh intentional the, lekin naram aur pyaare the. Har ek stroke par woh jhuk kar Priya ke honton ko choomta, uske galon ko sahlaata, aur beech-beech mein apna ek haath uske flat pet par rakhta.
Priya ne Vikram ke broad shoulders ko dono haathon se tightly pakad rakha tha. Jab Vikram ne climax achieve kiya, toh usne lund bahar nikalne ke bajaye, deep press karke Priya ke uterus ke munh par hi roka aur apna garam, thick cum load andar hi udel diya.
Priya ne Vikram ke kaan ke paas apne hont la kar bilkul slow voice mein bola,
“Agar yeh sach mein hai… toh… yeh tera hi hai, Vikram. Tera baccha…”
Vikram ne usse aur kas ke apni baahon mein bhar liya. Uske dil mein saalon baad ek deep, quiet khushi thi. Saalon ke akelepan ke baad, is island par, is khoobsurat aurat ke saath uski ek asali family banne wali thi.
Agle kuch dino mein pregnancy ke symptoms aur saaf hone lage. Subah-subah Priya ko nausea aur dizziness feel hoti. Uske heavy D-cup breasts aur zyada bhari aur sensitive ho gaye the. Priya kabhi-kabhi akeli lake ke kinare baith kar chupchaap apne pet par haath ferati aur gahri sochon mein doob jaati.
Vikram usse jab bhi aisa karte dekhta, woh pichhe se aakar uski waist ko apni baahon mein bhar leta. Uske dono bade haath Priya ke pet par hote, aur woh Priya ke kaan mein aahista se bolta, “Mera baccha yahan andar badh raha hai, Priya.”
Priya ki aakhon mein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi guilt ke aansoo aate. Usse apne bete Arjun ka masoom chehra yaad aata. Lekin jab Vikram usse is tarah pakadta aur apna haq jatata, toh woh guilt thodi der ke liye pichhe chala jaata. Uski body ne is mard aur is bacche ko accept kar liya tha. Ab uska dil bhi aahista-aahista is naye rishte ko maan raha tha.
Ek raat, jab Vikram hut ke bahar aag ke paas baitha hua tha, Priya ne andar rakhi marine walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Usko use kiye hue kaafi din ho gaye the. Weak signal ke beech usne button dabaya aur bilkul dheere se boli:
“Arjun… Mumma… theek hai, beta. Main… main yahan… safe hoon. Vikram… mera bohot khayal rakhta hai. Main… main ab thoda alag feel kar rahi hoon yahan. Tum… tum apna khayal rakhna, beta. Papa ka bhi…”
Priya pregnant hone ki baat walkie-talkie par apne bete se nahi bol paayi. Uski aawaz rukh gayi. Usne device ko band karke bag mein rakha aur bahar jaakar Vikram ke broad chest par apna chehra chupa liya. Vikram ne bina koi sawal pochhe usse chupchaap apni baahon mein kas liya.
Hazaron mile door, apne dark room mein baithe Arjun ne apni maa ki woh soft, thaki hui aur badli hui aawaz suni. Usko laga ki aawaz mein kuch alag hai, kuch gehri baat hai jo uski maa chupa rahi hai. Usne samajhne ki koshish ki, lekin kuch clear nahi hua. Uss raat Arjun ko sirf ek baat ka gehra ehsaas hua—uski maa ab usse aur unki purani duniya se bohot door ja chuki thi... kisi aur mard ki zindagi aur uske parivaar ka hissa ban chuki thi.
Is isolated island par,
Priya ke pet ke andar
ek naya jeevan shuru ho chuka tha.
Vikram ka baccha.
Uske naye pati ka khoon.
Aur uske saath hi
Priya ki zindagi aur uski pehchan
ab hamesha ke liye badal chuki thi.


Pregnancy ki confirmation ke baad island par unki zindagi ek poori tarah naye, gahre roop mein dhalne lagi thi. Din, hafte aur mahine beete chale gaye, aur unke sath hi Priya ki purani pehchan aur uski pehle waali duniya ki yaadein dhundli hoti chali gayi. Uski body, uska dil aur uska wajood ab is island aur Vikram ke saath completely fuse ho chuka tha.
**Pehla Mahina – Soft Care aur Deep Attachment**
Pehle mahine ke dauran, Priya ko subah-subah halka nausea aur dizziness hoti thi. Vikram ne pehle din se hi uski saari dekhbhal apne haathon mein le li. Woh subah hi uth kar jungle ke gahre hisson se meethe soft fruits laata aur lake se saaf paani bhar kar laata. Usne Priya ko koi bhi bhaari kaam karne se sakht mana kar diya tha.
Dono dopahar ke waqt hut ke andar ya aag ke paas baithte, toh Vikram bina kuch bole ghanton tak apna bada, khurdura haath Priya ke flat pet par rakh kar baitha rehta. Sex ab pehle se thoda careful aur gentle ho gaya tha—lekin usme dominance aur intimacy utni hi gahri thi. Slow, continuous aur deep strokes. Vikram jab bhi climax par pahunchta, woh apna poora load uske andar chhodta aur uske pet par haath rakh kar heavy voice mein kehta:
“Andar hi reh… deep inside… badh mera baccha.”
Priya bina kisi protest ke uske broad chest se chipki rehti. Guilt ab bhi kabhi-kabhi aakar uske dimaag ke kisi kone ko chhoota tha, lekin woh pehle jitna tez aur dardnak nahi rehta tha. Jab bhi Arjun ya Raj ka chehra uske samne aata, woh aakhein band kar leti aur Vikram ke seene ki tez, solid heartbeat sunne lagti, aur uski bahon ki garmi mein khud ko mehfooz feel karne lagti.


**Doosra Mahina – Heavy Breasts aur Daily Routine**
Doosre mahine tak aate-aate Priya ke D-cup breasts aur zyada bhari aur sensitive ho gaye. Hormonal changes ki wajah se unme milk formation start ho chuka tha. Vikram subah aur shaam uske nipples se soft milk peeta—kabhi bilkul softly, toh kabhi ek hungry animal ki tarah. Priya uske sar ko apne haathon mein pakad kar apne boobs se dabaye rehti, uske baalon mein ungliyan ghumati.
Khaas baat yeh thi ki Vikram ke is tarah breasts chusne se Priya ki chut mein achanak ek ajeeb sa warm flow aur wetness aa jati thi. Vikram uski wetness ko feel karte hi uske legs ko failata aur dheere se andar chala jata. Sex ab unki daily life ka ek natural, inescapable routine ban chuka tha. Chudai ke beech Vikram uske kaan mein phusphusata:
“Meri pregnant biwi… meri fully possessed biwi.”
Priya ke cheeks laal ho jaate, sharam se woh aakhein jhuka leti, lekin uske honton par ek halki si, satisfied smile aa jati.
Uss mahine, ek raat jab Vikram so raha tha, Priya ne walkie-talkie uthaya aur button dabaya:
“Arjun… Mumma… theek hai, beta. Main… main thoda badal rahi hoon yahan. Tum… apna khayal rakhna…”
Signal bohot broken tha. Hazaron mile door Arjun ke room mein sirf ek static sound ke beech apni maa ki soft, thaki hui aawaz aayi. Arjun ko bina koi wazahat ke bhi yeh ehsaas hone laga ki uski maa ab waqt ke sath-sath door nahi, balki kisi aur duniya ki ho chuki hai.
**Teesra aur Chautha Mahina – The Visible Belly aur Naya Passiveness**
Teesre aur chauthe mahine mein Priya ka pet dheere-dheere nikalne laga. Ek soft, round curve uske gore pet par dikhne laga tha. Vikram jab bhi uske is badalte hue jism ko dekhta, woh gahri khamoshi mein usse ghoorta rehta—uske andar ek mardana ghumaan aur ownership ki feeling bhar jati. Woh aakar Priya ke round pet par apne dono bade haath rakh deta aur uske baalon ko choomte hue kehta:
“Mera baccha… yahan andar badh raha hai.”
Priya ab lagbhag din bhar nangi hi rehti thi. Island ki dhoop aur hawa uske nange, pregnant jism ko chhooti. Vikram ko uska yeh badalta jism bohot zyada attractive lagta tha—uske bhaari aur zyada bhari hue breasts, uska round nikalta pet, aur uski soft, bhari hui thighs. Chudai ke angles ab badal chuke the. Side-lying position ya spooning position mein, Vikram uske pet ko support dete hue pichhe se deep strokes maarta. Priya ki moans ab pehle se zyada soft, deep aur rasiya hoti thin.
Ek din pahadi par fruits gather karte waqt, Vikram ne Priya ko ek bade ped ke trunk ke against laga diya aur pichhe se uske dono thighs ko faila kar apna lund andar ghusaa diya. Usne ek haath se Priya ke round pet ko neeche se support diya aur continuous, deep dhakke maare. Priya ne uske haath ko apne pet par kas ke pakad liya aur haafte hue boli:
“Haan… Vikram… aise hi… ahhh… hamare bacche ke saath… ahhh… deep inside!”
**Paanchva Mahina – Quiet Acceptance aur Emotional Shift**
Paanchve mahine tak Priya ka baby bump clearly dikhne laga tha. Uske chaal-dhal mein ek pregnant aurat wali heavy grace aa gayi thi. Usse jaldi thakan hone lagti, toh Vikram usse koi kaam nahi karne deta. Woh khud jungle mein jaakar shikar karta, paani laata, aur lakdiyan kaatta. Raat ko soote waqt woh apna ek haath Priya ke round pet par rakh kar hi sota.
Ek raat, jab dono hut ke andar lete hue the, Vikram ke haath ke neeche bacche ki pehli halki si movement feel hui—ek chhota sa kick. Dono ne ek doosre ki aakhon mein dekha. Ek geheri, silent understanding unke beech phail gayi. Priya ki aakhon mein ab darr ya guilt ka koi naam-o-nishan nahi tha—sirf ek soft, maternal glow aur apne pati ke liye ek gehra submission tha. Usne socha—yahi uski sachhi zindagi hai. Yeh mard, yeh island, aur yeh pet mein badhta hua baccha.
Arjun ko us mahine sirf ek baar static radio sound mili, jisme se kuch bhi saaf sunai nahi diya. Lekin us broken frequency ne Arjun ko yeh mehsoos kara diya ki uski maa ab poori tarah se us naye mard ki ho chuki hai. Arjun raat bhar apne room ki ceiling ko ghoorta raha, uska dil ek permanent dard se bhar chuka tha.
**Chhatve Mahine Ka End – Fully Possessed Wife**
Chhatve mahine ke end tak Priya ka jism poori tarah ek fully pregnant aurat ka roop le chuka tha. Extremely heavy D-cup breasts, ek perfectly round aur prominent baby bump, aur poore chehre par ek soft, glowing radiance. Vikram usse dekh kar aur zyada possessive ho jata.
Chudai ab bhi regular thi—careful, deep, loving, lekin saath hi ek mardana dominance se bhari hui. Vikram usse soft leaves par lita kar uske legs ko failata, uske round pet par haath rakhta, aur slow deep thrusts ke saath usme apna lund utarta. Priya ab bina kisi jhijhak ke, aakhein band karke uski chhati se lag jati aur kehti:
“Tu mera pati hai… is bacche ka baap… mera maalik… ahhh… bhar de mujhe…”
Priya ab poori tarah se Vikram ki thi.
Jism se, dil se, aur apne pet ke andar palte hue jeevan se.
Island par
ek naya, isolated parivaar
poori tarah se
settle ho chuka tha.
Aur hazaron mile door
Arjun
apni maa ko
hamesha hamesha ke liye
khogaya tha.


Island par nau mahine ka safar aakhirkaar apne anjaam tak pahunch raha tha. Din, hafte aur mahine jungle ki thandak, samundar ke shor aur hut ke andar ki un-ginti gehri raaton mein dhal chuke the.
Priya ka baby bump ab poori tarah se bhari, round aur gol roop le chuka tha. Uska chalna-phirna ab kaafi dheere aur heavy ho gaya tha. Har do step chalne par uski saans phoolne lagti thi. Hormones ke peak par hone ki wajah se uske heavy D-cup breasts hamesha tight, bhaari aur garam milk se bhare rehte the. Vikram ne uski dekhbhal mein koi kami nahi chhodi thi—woh Priya ko ek pal ke liye bhi akela nahi chhodta tha. Uski nazar hamesha Priya par rehti, aur uske bade, khurdure haath hamesha uske round pet, uski lower back ya uske soft shoulders ko sahlaate rehte.
Pregnancy ke aakhri mahine mein sex lagbhag band ho gaya tha—aur jab kabhi hota bhi tha, toh woh behad gentle aur cautious hota tha. Vikram, Priya ko soft leaves par lita kar uske round pet ko dono haathon se neeche se support deta, aur bilkul slow, smooth strokes ke saath uske andar utarta. Uski heavy voice Priya ke kaan mein phusphusati, *“Bas thoda sa, meri biwi… darna mat, bacche ko koi dard nahi hoga…”* Aur Priya uske broad chest se chipak kar apni aakhein band kar leti, ek ajeeb se sukoon mein doobti hui.
Us raat, island par hawa kaafi thandi thi. Fire ki laptein hut ke bahar dheere-dheere bujh kar angaaro mein badal rahi thin.
Dard achanak, bina kisi warning ke shuru hua.
Adhi raat ke waqt, Priya ki lower back mein ek violent pressure aur teevr lehar uthi. Aisa laga jaise uske hips ki haddiya ek doosre se alag ho rahi hon. Pain itna sudden aur intense tha ki neend mein soyi hui Priya ki aakhein ek jhatke mein phat gayi. Usne chhatpatate hue apne bagal mein soye Vikram ke muscular arm ko pure zor se pakad liya. Uski ungliyon ke nails Vikram ki skin mein gahre gad gaye.
“Aaaaahhh…!! Vikram… Vikram, utho…!! Shuru… ho gaya… dard… aaaaahhh!”
Vikram ek second ke andar neend se jaag gaya. Uski dark brown aakhon mein ek second ke liye alert-ness aayi, lekin agle hi pal usne poore situation par apna control bana liya. Usne bina koi waqt gavaye hut ke bahar jaakar fire ko aur tez kiya, saaf paani ke wooden containers, saaf sookhi leaves, aur jo bhi saaf white cloth unke paas bache the, unhe ikattha kiya.
Usne Priya ko behad aahista se utha kar soft leaves ke bed par thoda upright, semi-sitting position mein lita diya—aur khud uske legs ke beech ghutno ke bal baith gaya, taaki Priya ko apna poora physical support de sake.
“Main yahin hoon, Priya,” Vikram ne Priya ke dono kaanpte hue haathon ko apne bade haathon mein kas ke pakadte hue kaha. Uski aawaz mein ek mardana solidness thi, lekin uski aakhon mein andar ka tension saaf jhalak raha tha. “Tu akeli nahi hai. Main tera pati hoon. Jo bhi hoga, main khud sambhalunga. Zor se jhel, meri biwi. Main tere saath hoon, aakhri saans tak.”
Labor pain laheron ki tarah aane laga. Pehle har 10-15 minute par ek violent contraction uthta, phir aahista-aahista timing ghat kar har 5 minute par aane lagi. Priya ki saansain tez aur chhoty hone lagi. Garam paseene ki boondein uske maathe, uske gale, aur uske heavy milk-filled breasts par chamakne lagi aur behne lagi. Woh Vikram ke haathon ko itni zor se dabati ki uski apni gori ungliyan safed pad jaati thin. Har contraction par uske gale se ek bhari, dardnak cheekh nikal jati.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!! Vikram… dard… bohot tezz hai… aaaaahhh! Main nahi jhel pa rahi…!!”
Vikram uske bilkul samne baitha tha. Usne ek haath se Priya ke chehre par bikhre hue geele baalon ko pichhe kiya, ek geele kapde se uska paseena saaf kiya, aur doosre haath se uske round pet par circular motion mein soft massage dene laga. Har violent contraction par woh Priya ke haathon par apni pakad aur tight kar leta aur uske kaan mein lagatar bolta:
“Haan… aise hi, Priya… push kar… saans le… main yahin hoon… tera pati yahin hai tere paas…”
Waqt ka pata hi nahi chala. Raat ka gehra andhera aahista-aahista khatam hone laga, aur hut ke bahar subah ki halki neeli roshni phailne lagi. Priya poori tarah se thak chuki thi. Continuous dard aur push karne ki wajah se uski aawaz ab phatne lagi thi, gale se sirf aahain nikal rahi thin. Uski dark brown aakhon se continuous aansoo beh rahe the—dard se, extreme physical exhaustion se, aur ek gehre emotional pressure se. Usne Vikram ke strong shoulders par apne dono haath tika diye aur uske forehead se apna wet forehead mila diya.
“Main… main nahi… kar… paa… rahi hoon, Vikram…” usne haafte hue, bikhar kar kaha. “Taaqat… khatam… ho gayi…”
“Kar rahi hai tu,” Vikram ne uski aakhon mein aakhen daal kar, ek absolute firm voice mein kaha. “Tu bohot strong hai, Priya. Tu meri biwi hai. Ek aur baar… poori taaqat se… pure force ke saath push kar!”
Priya ne apne jism ki aakhri bachi hui saari taaqat ek jagah ikatthi ki. Usne Vikram ke haathon ko todne layak zor se pakada, apni aakhein mitch li, aur apne poore wajood se ek final, gigantic push kiya.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!!”
Ek second ke liye hut ke andar ek bhaari, sannata bhari silence phail gayi.
Phir… ek chhoti si, gehli aawaz nikal kar aayi.
Aur uske turant baad—
ek naye, healthy newborn baby ki zor-zor se rone ki aawaz poore jungle mein goonj gayi.
*“Uwwaaahh… uwwaaahh… uwwaaahh…!”*
Vikram ke bade, khurdure haath visibly kaamp rahe the jab usne us chhote se, naye jism ko sambhala. Beta tha. Laal skin, wrinkled, aur poori taaqat se rota hua. Vikram ne bina koi waqt gavaye jaldi se use saaf cloth se saaf kiya, soft leaves mein wrap kiya, aur seedha Priya ke nange, garam seene se laga diya.
Priya ne jab apne beta ko pehli baar apne nange arms aur breasts ke paas feel kiya, toh uske muh se ek completely broken, deep emotional sob nikal gayi. Uski aakhon se aansoo bina ruke behne lage. Usne apne ek heavy, milk-filled breast ke nipple ko bacche ke chhote se muh ke paas laya. Chhote se masoom ne Instinctively apna muh khola aur nipple par latch pakad liya. Garam, pehla milk uske gale mein utarne laga.
Vikram unke bilkul bagal mein baith gaya. Uska ek haath Priya ke baalon ko sahla raha tha, aur doosra haath apne chhote se bete ki back par tha. Vikram ki dark brown, kathor aakhon mein bhi saaf nami thi—aaj pehli baar woh itna openly vulnerable dikh raha tha.
“Mera beta…” Vikram ne ek low, emotional, almost broken voice mein kaha. “Tera aur mera khoon. **Vihaan**. Hum iska naam Vihaan rakhenge. Yahi naam hoga iska.”
Priya ne sirf apna sar haan mein hila diya. Uske paas bolne ke liye ek lafz bhi nahi bacha tha. Woh bas apni aakhon se behte aansuon ke beech apne beta ko dekhti rahi jo uske nipples se milk pee raha tha, aur Vikram ke muscular arm ko apne seene se kas ke chipkaye rakhi.
Itni violent thakan aur dard ke baad bhi, Priya ke chehre par ab ek gehra, quiet, almost sacred sukoon phail chuka tha. Guilt, darr, purani duniya ki yaadein, Arjun aur Raj ka khayal—sab us waqt hazaron mile door ja chuke the. Uske arms mein uska apna baccha tha. Uske bagal mein uska pati tha.
Chhota Vihaan pet bharne ke baad aahista-aahista Priya ke seene par hi so gaya. Priya ki heavy eyelids bhi band hone lagi thin. Vikram ne behad dhyan aur safai se Vihaan ko un dono ke beech soft leaves par litaya, aur khud un dono ke bagal mein let gaya. Usne apna bada haath Priya ke ab khali aur soft pet par rakha, uske wet forehead par ek long, warm kiss ki, aur uske kaan mein aahista se phusphusaya:
“Tu bohot strong hai, Priya. Meri biwi. Mere bacche ki maa. Main tujhe aur Vihaan ko kabhi nahi chhodunga. Kabhi nahi.”
Priya ne aakhein band kiye hue hi Vikram ka haath apne pet par kas ke pakad liya. Uske fingers ab bhi thakan se halka sa kaamp rahe the, lekin uske dil ke andar ek naya, solid, aur permanent feeling hamesha ke liye baith chuka tha.
Is isolated, forbidden island par
ab teen log the.
Vikram.
Priya.
Aur chhota Vihaan.
Ek naya, mukammal parivaar
jo is island ki mitti aur hawa ke beech
ab poori tarah
janam le chuka tha.

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Vihaan ke janam ke kai mahine beet chuke the. Island par jahan ek naya parivaar settling down ke aakhri phase mein tha, wahan Mumbai ki shor-sharabe bhari duniya mein Arjun ka haal din-b-din badse-badtar hota ja raha tha.

Uska college lagbhag chhoot chuka tha. Doston se naata tod kar woh din-raat apne andhere room mein band rehta. Table par rakhi marine walkie-talkie aur shortwave radio equipment hi uski poori duniya ban chuke the. Ghanton frequencies scan karne ke baad kabhi-kabhi background static ke beech uski maa Priya ki woh soft, badli hui aur completely subdued aawaz sunai deti: *“…theek hoon… Vihaan… Vikram…”* Aur har baar yeh alfaaz sun kar Arjun ke dil ke hazaron tukde ho jaate. Usne apne baap Raj ko is baare mein kuch nahi bataya tha. Raj khud apne deep clinical depression ke kaaran ek zinda laash ban chuka tha, aur unka family business sambhalne wala ab koi nahi tha.
Us din bhi Arjun apne room mein headphones lagaye, red eyes ke saath frequencies trace karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Tabhi uske phone par ek unknown number se notification pop-up hua:
*“Arjun, main Rashmi bol rahi hoon. Teri mummy ki purani friend. Marine biologist & oceanographic researcher. Mujhe tumse milna hai, Arjun. Bohot zaroori hai. Aaj shaam 6 baje, ‘The Coastal Cafe’, Bandra. Akela aana. Kisi ko mat batana.”*
Arjun ne us message ko baar-baar padha. Rashmi… haan, usse yaad aaya. Rashmi Sen. Uski mummy Priya ki sabse close college bestie. Woh ek renowned marine scientist thi jo frequent oceanographic expeditions par rehti thi. Pehle kabhi-kabhi unke ghar aati thi—ek extremely attractive, bold aur sharp aurat. Arjun ne thoda socha aur milne jaane ka decide kar liya. Uski aakhri umeed ab yahi thi.
Shaam ke theek 6 baje, Bandra ke ek dimly-lit, quiet cafe ke corner table par Rashmi pehle se baithi hui thi.
40 saal ki umar mein bhi Rashmi ek absolute stunning, voluptuous MILF thi. Ek curvy, tight figure, deep neck navy-blue silk top jisse uske heavy cleavage ka prominent view dikh raha tha, tight denim jeans, aur khule, wavy baal. Uski personality mein intellect aur ek dangerously seductive charm ka perfect blend tha. Jab usne Arjun ko andar aate dekha, toh uske honton par ek geheri, sophisticated smile aagayi. Usne samne wali chair par baithne ka ishara kiya.
“Arjun… kitna bada aur handsome ho gaya hai tu,” Rashmi ne ek low, raspy voice mein kaha. Usne Arjun ke thake hue chehre ko ghaur se dekha. “Mummy ki wahi dark brown eyes…”
Arjun ne bas halka sa nod kiya aur straight topic par aaya. “Aapne message kiya… kya baat hai, Rashmi aunty? Meri mummy ke baare mein kuch pata chal?”
Rashmi ne pehle cafe ke surroundings ko check kiya. Phir woh table par aage ki taraf jhuki—uske deep neck top se uske heavy breasts aur clear ho gaye—aur bilkul phusphusate hue bola:
“Main jaanti hoon teri mummy zinda hai, Arjun.”
Arjun ka poora jism jaise high-voltage current se guzar gaya. Usne apni aawaz dabate hue kaha, “Kya…? Aapko… aapko kaise pata? security officer ne toh unhe dead declare kar diya tha!”
Rashmi ne apne leather handbag se ek chhota, high-end audio recorder nikaala aur play button daba diya. Café ke shor mein sirf unke table par audio snippets gunjne lage:
*“…Vikram… mera khayal rakhta hai…”*
*“…pati hai mera yahan…”*
*“…Vihaan… uska baap hai…”*
Aur uske baad—Priya ki geheri, rasiya moans aur heavy breathing ki clear sound recordings.
Arjun ke haath kaampne lage, uski aakhon mein gusse aur sharam ke aansoo aagaye. “Yeh… yeh toh marine frequency recordings hain… main bhi sun chuka hoon… lekin aapke paas yeh kaise…?”
Rashmi ne table par aage badh kar Arjun ke kaanpte hue haath ko apne soft, gore haath mein pakad liya. Uski manicured ungliyan Arjun ke skin par aahista se ghoomne lagi.
“Main sirf accidental signals nahi sun rahi thi, Arjun. Main pichle kai mahinon se is par ek full-fledged secret investigation kar rahi hoon,” Rashmi ne apni dark, seductive aakhon mein ek strange excitement ke saath bataya. “Main ek marine scientist hoon. Maine Indian Ocean ke satellite logs, weather patterns, secret naval radar files aur coastal fishermen ke interception data ko connect kiya. Phir mujhe pata chala ki ek classified, uncharted island coordinate par ek ex-Navy Commander ka private vessel crash hua tha years ago. Commander Vikram Singh—a highly decorated, rogue ex-naval Special Forces officer.”
Arjun aakhein phaade use sunta raha.
Rashmi ne thoda aur jhuk kar, aawaz ko aur low kiya: “Woh island ek off-grid, uncharted territory hai. Maine jab yeh raw radio frequencies decode ki, toh mujhe poori picture samajh aayi. Teri mummy Priya… us ex-navy officer Vikram ke saath us island par poori tarah settle ho chuki hai. Uski biwi ban chuki hai, Arjun. Usne Vikram ka baccha paida kiya hai—Vihaan. Uski body, uska mind, uski sexuality… sab us mard ne completely possess kar liya hai.”
Rashmi ke chehre par koi dukh ya afsos nahi tha—balki ek intense, erotic curiosity aur thrill tha. Woh apni bestie Priya ke is primitive, wild transformation ke baare mein jaan kar andar se ajeeb tarah se aroused aur fascinated thi. Usko yeh soch kar hi maza aa raha tha ki uski sophisticated friend ab ek island par kisi rogue mard ki breeding wife ban kar nangi ghoom rahi hai.
Arjun ne apna muh doosri taraf ghumaya, aansoo uske gaalon par bah gaye. “Main… main yeh sab jaanta tha… lekin kisi aur ke muh se yeh detailed truth sunna…”
Rashmi ne Arjun ke chin ko pakad kar uska chehra apni taraf kiya. Usne apne thumb se Arjun ke gaal se aansoo ponchha.
“Main pehle tumhare paas nahi aane wali thi, Arjun. Lekin jab maine unki intense breeding aur sex sessions ki recordings suni… aur mujhe pata chala ki tu yeh sab akele sun raha hai… toh main khud ko rok nahi paayi. Tu akela is dard ko jhel raha hai.”
Rashmi ne achanak Arjun ke kareeb jhuk kar, bina kisi jhijhak ke uske honton par ek lingering, warm aur sensual kiss rakh diya.
Arjun shock se ekdum stiff ho gaya. Rashmi ke lips soft aur garma-garam the, uski costly perfume aur body warmth Arjun ko sunn kar gayi. Rashmi ne dheeere se pichhe hat te hue Arjun ke kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar kaha:
“Main marine research vessel arrange kar sakti hoon. Main tujhe us uncharted island tak le ja sakti hoon, Arjun. Teri mummy ke paas. Lekin… tujhe ready hona padega. Jo tu wahan apni aakhon se dekhne wala hai… woh tera dil hamesha ke liye tod dega. Ya phir… tujhe ek naya mard bana dega.”
Arjun ne Rashmi ki dark, glossy aakhon mein dekha. Usme madad ki offer toh thi, lekin uske neeche ek geheri, dangerous thrill aur curiosity bhi jhalak rahi thi. Arjun ne kaanpti aawaz mein poocha:
“Aap… aap meri madad kyun kar rahi hain, Rashmi aunty? Aapka isme kya faida?”
Rashmi ne ek slow, dark smile di. Usne Arjun ke haath ko thoda aur kas ke dabaya.
“Kyunki Priya meri sabse achhi friend hai… aur main apni aakhon se dekhna chahti hoon ki meri bestie us mard ki biwi ban kar kaisi lagti hai. Aur… kyunki main yeh bhi dekhna chahti hoon ki tu is sach ko samne se kaise handle karta hai.”
Rashmi ne apna handbag uthaya, chair se khadi hui, aur jaane se pehle Arjun ke gaal ko sahla kar boli, “Think about it, Arjun. Jab tu mentally ready ho jaaye, mujhe call karna. Ship mera ready hai. Main tera intezaar karungi.”
Woh apne heavy curves ko flaunt karti hui cafe se bahar nikal gayi.
Arjun café ke us corner table par akela baitha reh gaya. Uske honton par ab bhi Rashmi ke kiss ka garam touch baaki tha. Uske dimaag mein apni maa ki rasiya moans, Vikram ka naam, chhote Vihaan ke rone ki aawaz, aur Rashmi ke dangerous alfaaz ek saath goonj rahe the.
Pehli baar
kisi ne Arjun ke samne
poori aur nangi truth rakh di thi.
Aur uske saath hi
us uncharted island tak pahunchne ka
ek behad khatarnak aur naya rasta
bhi khol diya tha.





Do mahine ka lamba, behisaab samundari safar aakhirkaar apne anjaam tak pahunch chuka tha.
Purnima ki shaam thi. Aasmaan par chaand pehle se hi nikal aaya tha—bada, surkh-sufaid aur behad roshan. Samundar ki laheren ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath beh rahi thin. Rashmi ne apni research boat ko island ke shore se thodi door, oonche rock formations ke pichhe chupa kar stop kara diya. Engine ka shor band hote hi jungle ki thandi hawa aur samundar ka paani aapas mein milne lage.
Arjun boat ke deck par khada tha. Uske haath mein marine walkie-talkie thi aur gale mein ek high-power military binoculars latak rahi thi. Uski ragon mein khoon khol raha tha, darr aur ajeeb si dark arousal ka ek behisaab toofan uske andar chal raha tha.
Shore ki soft, chaandni se chamakti hui sand par halka sa view saaf tha. Wahan ek chhota sa baccha—Vihaan—akela khel raha tha. Nanga, soft skin, ab lagbhag ek saal ka ho chuka tha. Woh ret ke dher bana raha tha aur apni hi dhun mein aahista-aahista has raha tha.
Arjun ne kaanpte haathon se durbin uthayi aur apni aakhon se laga li. Lenses ko focus karte hi shore ka nazara bilkul paas aur shisha jaisa saaf ho gaya.
Aur tab… usne unhe dekha.
Thodi door, samundar ke kinare bane ek bade se flat, kaale rock par, poornima ki chaandni ki roshni mein—poori tarah nange—Priya aur Vikram.
Priya pure, extreme doggy position mein thi. Uske dono gore haath aur ghutne rock ke thande patthar par tike hue the, uski kamar deeply neeche ki taraf arched thi, aur uski bhari hui, gori ass hawa mein poori tarah ooper uthi hui thi. Uske heavy, milk-filled D-cup breasts neeche latak rahe the aur har ek violent dhakke ke saath niche-ooper jhool rahe the.
Uska chehra completely distort ho chuka tha—pure, shameless ahegao face. Muh poora khula hua tha, uski gulabi jeebh ek kutti ki tarah bahar nikli hui thi, aur uske honton ke kone se saliva ka ek patla taar nikal kar rock par gir raha tha. Uski dark brown aakhein lagbhag ooper ki taraf ulat chuki thin. Uske chehre par ab koi soch nahi thi, koi purana guilt nahi tha, koi sharam ya kisi bete ki maa hone ka ehsaas nahi tha. Uss waqt uske chehre par sirf aur sirf ek mind-numbing, animalistic pleasure tha.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise uska dimaag poori tarah melt ho chuka ho. Jaise woh kisi Mumbai ke reputed parivaar ki aurat ya kisi ki maa na ho—balki ek wild, mindless sex doll ban chuki ho, jisko sirf aur sirf mard ka mota lund chahiye tha. Uski chut poori tarah se paani chhod kar white lather se bhari hui thi.
Vikram uske pichhe ghutno par khada tha—strong, bronze-skinned, muscled body, ek pure jungli jaanwar ke mode mein. Usne Priya ke gore hips ko dono haathon se itna zor se pakad rakha tha ki uski ungliyon ke neele nishaan Priya ki skin par chhap rahe the. Woh pure mardana force ke saath apna 8-inch mota lund Priya ke andar utar raha tha—deep, heavy, savage, aur continuous thrusts.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Har stroke full length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uski uterus ke munh tak deep hit karta. Priya ki geeli chut se ek loud, squelching wet sound aa rahi thi. Uske munh se continuous, broken, high-pitched rasiya moans nikal rahe the, jo jungle mein door tak goonj rahe the:
“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… lund… ahhhh… aur deep… ahhhh… bhar de… ahhhh… Vikram… my husband…!!”
Walkie-talkie Vikram ke waist pouch mein fit thi—aur uska button accidentally press hone ki wajah se ON tha. Unke jismon ki saari wet sounds, dhakko ki thup-thup, aur Priya ki woh besharam moans seedha transmit ho kar Arjun ke headphones mein ja rahi thin.
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Binoculars uske kaanpte haathon se almost girne wali thi. Usne apni sagi maa ko apni aakhon se is tarah pehli baar dekha tha—doggy position mein jhuki hui, jeebh bahar nikli hui, dimaag completely shut, sirf ek mard ke lund ke liye pichhe violent dhakke khati hui. Uska dil seene mein itni zor se dhadka ki usse apna dam ghutta hua laga. Uski aakhon se aansoo nikal kar deck par girne lage. Lekin uske shorts ke andar, uski apni maa ka yeh mindless, slutty roop dekh kar uska lund pure paagalpan se pathar jaisa hard ho gaya.
Arjun ne aakhirkaar apna sara control kho diya. Usne deck par pada walkie-talkie uthaya, uska button daba kar apni poori taaqat se chillaya:
“Maa!! Maa!! Main Arjun!! Maa suno!! Main yahan hoon, Maa!!”
Pehli baar
distance kam hone ke kaaran signal bilkul clear gaya.
Rock par Vikram ke waist pouch se Arjun ke rone aur chillane ki aawaz loud tone mein goonj uthi:
*“Maa!! Main Arjun!! Main aa gaya hoon, Maa!!”*
Vikram ne ek second ke liye dhakko ki speed kam ki, lekin apna lund Priya ki wet chut se bahar nahi nikaala. Woh ab bhi uske deep inside tha. Vikram ne apne pouch se walkie-talkie nikali. Speaker se Arjun ki aawaz lagatar aa rahi thi—*“Maa!! Maa!!”*
Vikram ne apni dark aakhon se door samundar ki taraf dekha. Chaandni mein usse rock ke pichhe chupi hui ek chhoti research boat saaf dikh gayi. Vikram ke honton par ek dark, victorious smile aagayi. Usne poori situation samajh li.
Vikram ne Priya ke ghutno aur kamar par apni pakad bilkul nahi chhodi. Ulta, usne Priya ke lambay kaale baalon ko ek haath se pichhe se kas ke kheencha aur walkie-talkie ko Priya ke kaanpte hue haath mein thama diya. Aur phir bina kisi daya ke, pure force aur junoon ke saath uski chut mein violent dhakke maarna dobara shuru kar diye.
Priya ka dimaag extreme pleasure se pehle hi melt ho chuka tha. Usne walkie-talkie ko apne haath mein pakada zarur, lekin uske munh se apne bete ke liye koi mamta ya sharam bhara lafz nahi nikla. Usne walkie-talkie par apna munh rakha aur sirf ek rasiya, besharam moan chhodi:
“Ahhh… ahhh… Ar… Arjun…? Ahhhh… Vikram… aur tez… ahhhh… deep inside… ahhhh…!!”
Woh ab bhi poori tarah doggy position mein rock par jhuki hui thi—jeebh bahar nikli hui, ahegao face, honton se saliva behta hua, heavy D-cup breasts neeche jhoolte hue. Usko iss baat se koi fark nahi pad raha tha ki uska beta samne khada hai. Uss waqt woh kisi ki maa nahi thi—woh sirf ek wild, unsatiated aurat thi jisse sirf Vikram ka lund chahiye tha.
Vikram usse ek jaanwar ki tarah pichhe se chodta raha. Walkie-talkie Priya ke haath mein thi.
Aur doosri taraf
us research boat par khada uska beta Arjun
har ek violent “thup”, har ek besharam “ahh”, aur har ek “deep inside”
apni aakhon se dekh raha tha
aur apne kaanon se sun raha tha.
Arjun ke munh se sirf ek toot i hui, kaanpti aawaz nikal rahi thi:
“Maa… nahi… please… mat karo… ahhhh…”
Lekin rock par
uski sagi maa
ab poori tarah
ek mindless sex-doll mode mein
apne naye pati ka mota lund
deep inside le rahi thi.
Purnima ki chaandni ke neeche
ultimate discovery
aur ek brutal, live cuckson call
ek saath
dono ke beech shuru ho chuke the.





Boat ke deck par Rashmi ne high-power military binoculars ko apni aakhon se laga kar rakha tha. Uske khoobsurat, glossy honton par ek dark, deeply satisfied aur victorious smile phail chuki thi. Usne apni nazar us flat, kaale rock par tiki rakhi jahan uski best friend Priya ek jaanwar ki tarah ek rogue mard ke neeche jhuki hui thi. Rashmi ne durbin ko ek haath se pakada aur doosre haath se Arjun ke shoulder ko pakad kar uske kaan ke paas jhuk gayi.
Uski garam, khushboodar saansain Arjun ke kaan par padne lagi, aur woh ek low, raspy, aur dangerously seductive voice mein phusphusayi:
“Dekh, Arjun… dhyan se dekh apni mummy ko. Pure, extreme ahegao face mein hai. Gulabi jeebh bahar nikli hui hai, aakhein ooper ulat chuki hain, dimaag completely shut down ho chuka hai. Woh sirf aur sirf us mard ka mota lund andar le rahi hai. Apni poori zindagi mein maine Priya ko itna khush, itna satisfied, aur itna completely submission mein kabhi nahi dekha.”
Arjun ka chehre ka rang poori tarah udd chuka tha. Uski aakhon se gusse, ghinnaur, aur behisaab dard ke aansoo continuous beh rahe the. Uska poora jism ek severe trauma se kaanp raha tha. Usne marine walkie-talkie ko dono haathon se itni zor se pakada ki uske knuckles safed pad gaye, aur uska button daba kar poori taaqat se chillaya:
“Maa!! Main Arjun!! Maa please meri baat suno!! Main yahan hoon, aapko lene aaya hoon!!”
Rock par se walkie-talkie ke speaker mein Priya ki aawaz aayi—broken, haafti hui, heavy, lekin bilkul clear. Vikram ab bhi uske pichhe ghutno par khada tha aur pure mardana force ke saath apna 8-inch mota lund uski geeli chut mein deep push kar raha tha.
“Ahhh… Ar… Arjun… beta…? Ohhh… ahhhh… kaisa… hai tu, beta… ahhhh… Teri Maa… toh… zinda… hai… ahhhh… Vikram… ahhh… itna deep… ahhhh…!!”
Priya apne bete se emotional baatein karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin uske har lafz ke beech mein extreme physical pleasure ki wajah se pure, shameless, slutty moans nikal rahe the. Vikram ne uske lambay kaale baalon ko pichhe se aur tight pakad liya aur apne dhakko ki speed aur gehraai aur badha di.
“Jor se… aur jor se bol apne bete ke samne… meri aurat…” Vikram ne ek pure, dominant jungli aawaz mein kaha.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Lund ke violent jhatko se Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts rock ke ooper lagatar jhool rahe the. Uski chut se aane wali squelching wet sounds speaker ke zariye Arjun ke headphones mein goonj rahi thin.
Arjun deck par ghutno ke bal gir pad aur walkie-talkie par rona shuru kar diya: “Mom!! Bohot ho gaya!! Please meri baat suno!! Ab ghar chalo hamare paas!! Papa tarap rahe hain, main tarap raha hoon!! Please ghar chalo!!”
Ek second ke liye rock par khamoshi phail gayi.
Vikram ne jab sunha ki yeh Priya ka beta hai jo door boat par baith kar apni maa ke liye gidgida raha hai, toh uske khurdure chehre par ek deeply dark, victorious smile aagayi. Usne apni dark brown aakhon se samundar mein khadi boat ko dekha, aur phir Priya ke gore jism par apna control dikhane ke liye, usne apna thick, paani se latha-path lund uski wet chut se ek jhatke mein bahar nikaala.
Arjun ne durbin se dekha—uski maa ki chut se Vikram ka cum aur white lather bahar nikal kar beh raha tha. Vikram ne apne 8-inch lund ke tip ko Priya ki tight, gori asshole par set kiya… aur ek single, violent, merciless push ke saath poora lund uski gaand ke andar tak ghusaa diya.
“AAAAAANNNGGGHHHH… AAAAAAHHHHHHH…!!”
Priya ke gale se ek pure dil ko cheer dene wali, bhayankar scream nikal gayi. Uski aakhein pain aur sudden expansion se phatne lagi thin.
Boat par Arjun ne bhi apni maa ki yeh violent scream sun kar pure dard se chillaya, “MOM!!”




Priya haafte hue, extreme ahegao face ke saath, walkie-talkie ko kaanpte hue haath mein liye hue boli—uski aawaz mein dard, extreme physical pleasure, aur ek permanent, final acceptance thi:

“Nahi… Arjun… beta… ahhhh… ab… yahi… mera… ghar… hai… ahhhh… main… Vikram… ki… aurat… hoon… main… yahi… rahungi… ahhhh… Fuck me… Vikram… harder… ahhhh… gaand phad de meri… ahhhh!!”
Vikram ne yeh sunte hi ek geheri, dark, mardana hasi hass di. Usne door boat ki taraf dekha aur Arjun ko clearly smile karke dikhayi. Phir usne Priya ke bhari hue hips ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad kar uski gaand mein pure force aur speed ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
Priya ab poori tarah dimaag se melt ho chuki thi. Uske munh se apne bete ke samne aur dirty, shameless alfaaz nikalne lage:
“Ahhh… beta… dekh… tera naya baap… teri maa… ki gaand… phad… raha… hai… ahhhh… Raj tera… baap… nahi… yeh… Vikram… mera… pati… hai… ahhhh… iska… mota lund… hi… meri… zaroorat… hai… ahhhh…!!”


Boat par Arjun ka sara mental control poori tarah se toot gaya. Cuckoldry, traumatic pain aur extreme dirty arousal ke paagalpan mein usne apne shorts ko ek jhatke mein neeche kiya aur apne hard, pathar jaisay lund ko pure gusse aur deewanepan mein tezz-tezz hilana shuru kar diya—bilkul Rashmi ke samne.
Rashmi ne jab Arjun ko apni hi maa ki chudai dekhte hue iss tarah apna lund hilate dekha, toh woh ek dark smile ke saath muskurane lagi. Usne Arjun ke paas aakar uske haath par apna haath rakha aur uske lund ko aur speed se stroke karte hue bola:
“Sahi kar raha hai, Arjun… dekh… teri mummy ki gaand chud rahi hai aur tu yahan mere samne apna lund hila raha hai. Kitna poori tarah se toot chuka hai tu… kitna helpless hai tu mere samne.”
Arjun rota hua, haafta hua, aakhon se behte aansuon ke saath apne lund ko extreme speed se hilaata raha. Radio par uski sagi maa ki screams, violent thup-thup ki aawaz, aur uske *“harder… aur tez”* ki rasiya pukaar lagatar goonj rahi thin.
Arjun ne rota hue aakhri baar kaha: “Maa… chalo na ghar… papa ke paas… mere paas…”
Priya ne haafte hue, extreme pleasure ke saath scream kiya: “Maha-bakwaas… mera ghar yahan hai… mera pati Vikram hai… mera beta Vihaan hai… mujhe kahi nahi jaana… Aaaaahhhh… Vikram…!!”
Vikram ne Priya ke gore pet par haath rakh kar ek deep, final thrust maara.
Tab Priya ne aakhri baar walkie-talkie ko apne munh ke paas laya, ek rasiya moan chhodi, aur phir poori taaqat ke saath us device ko rock se neeche cliff ki taraf samundar mein phenk diya.
*Splash!!*
Device paani mein gir kar gehre pattharon se takraya aur poori tarah toot gaya.
Frequency disconnect ho gayi. Connection permanently lost.
Priya ne pichhe mud ke Vikram ko dekha.
Chehre par pure ahegao face, saliva honton se beh raha tha, red eyes, poori tarah se ek used sex-doll ka look. Vikram ne uski thodi si hairy, wet aur completely open chut ko dekha. Usne apni do ungliyan uski wetness mein ghusaa kar ghumayi. Priya ne ek soft, broken moan li.
“Ahhh… my husband…”
Vikram ne ungliyan nikaal ke apna mota lund phir se uski wet chut mein pure force se dhakel diya aur violent speed se chodna shuru kar diya. Priya ne rock ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur pure mind-dead moans ke saath apne pati ke dhakke lene lagi.
Doosri taraf, boat par Arjun ka poora jism violent jhatkon se kaanp utha. Usne ek loud, broken scream ke saath apna thick climax shoot kar diya. Uska garam cum load uske haath par, deck par, aur Rashmi ke kapdon par ja gira.
Rashmi ne jhuk kar Arjun ke haath par laga hua cum apni jeebh se slowly chaat liya. Phir usne Arjun ke kaan ke paas aakar ek soft, cruel, aur absolute voice mein kaha:
“You lost your mom to a real bull, Arjun…
Ab woh uski hai. Poori tarah se. Body se, mind se, aur soul se.”
Rashmi ne Arjun ko pakad kar cabin ke andar kheench liya. Boatman ne boat ki direction change ki aur engine ko full throttle par daal diya.
Research boat dheere-dheere island se door mud gayi.
Pichhe, poornima ki roshan chaandni mein—
Vikram ab bhi Priya ko pure force ke saath chod raha tha.
Chhota Vihaan sand par khelta hua unse thodi door tha.
Priya ki rasiya moans aur dhakko ki aawaz
dheere-dheere samundar ki laheron mein door hoti chali gayi.
Boat unhe hamesha ke liye chhod kar
wapas mubhazzab duniya ki taraf chal di.
Us isolated, forbidden island par
Vikram,
Priya,
aur chhota Vihaan
hamesha ke liye reh gaye.
Unki apni ek nayi duniya.
Unka apna ghar.
Unka apna aasmaan.
Aur Arjun
apni sagi maa ko
ek real bull ke haath
poori tarah se
hamesha ke liye kho chuka tha.

Five Years Later....

Paanch saal ka lamba waqt guzar chuka tha us Purnima ki raat ke baad, jab Arjun ne aakhri baar apni sagi maa ko chaandni ki roshni mein doggy style position mein, jeebh bahar nikale, aakhein ooper ulat kar pure ahegao face ke saath Vikram ke motay lund par toot te hue dekha tha.
Is paanch saal ke safar mein us Uncharted Forbidden Island ki tasveer poori tarah badal chuki thi.
Chhota Vihaan ab paanch saal ka ek strong, dusky-skinned, active ladka ho chuka tha—apne baap Vikram ki tarah hi jungle aur samundar ke mahol mein bilkul dharalle se rehta tha. Lekin ab Vihaan akela baccha nahi tha. Uske alawa unki is chhote se parivaar mein do aur naye mehmaan aa chuke the. Ek beti, Roohi, jo teen saal ki thi—behad soft, gori aur bilkul apni maa Priya ki jawani jaisi khoobsurat. Aur sabse chhota beta, Aryan, jo abhi dedh saal ka tha—jo din bhar apni maa ke heavy D-cup breasts se chipka rehta tha aur dhoodh peeta rehta tha.
Teen bacche, ek dominant aur protective pati Vikram, aur ek aisi biwi jo ab poori tarah se is island ki undisputed rani ban chuki thi.
Priya ab 47 saal ki ho chuki thi, lekin island ki natural, primitive zindagi, taaza phal, paani, aur daily intense physical satisfaction ne uske jism mein ek alag hi, breathtaking glow bhar diya tha. Teen bacchon ke janam ke baad bhi uske heavy breasts pehle se zyada full, bhaari aur soft ho gaye the—garam milk ab bhi unme hamesha bhara rehta tha jo Vikram ke chusne par ya chhotay Aryan ke peene par aahista-aahista nikal aata tha. Uske wide hips aur round ass pehle se zyada voluptuous aur heavy ho gaye the. Pet par teen pregnancies ke baad halki, soft stretch marks ki lines thin, lekin Vikram jab bhi un lines ko dekhta ya chhoota, toh woh paagal ho jaata tha.
Priya ab poore din lagbhag nangi hi rehti thi—sirf jab jungle ke andar door tak jaana hota tab hi halka sa cloth wrapping kar leti. Baaki poora time uska nanga, soft, voluptuous aur completely used jism Vikram ke liye hamesha open aur available rehta tha.
Unki zindagi ab ek continuous, warm, dirty, aur deeply happy rhythm mein chal rahi thi.
Har subah ki shuruaat ek behad sensual Andaaz mein hoti. Vikram jaise hi neend se jaagta, sabse pehle Priya ke heavy breasts ko apne muah mein bhar kar unse garam dhoodh peeta. Uske bade khurdure haath Priya ke soft pet aur heavy hips par ghoomte, aur phir woh Priya ko side-lying position mein ya pichhe se aahista-aahista apni baahon mein bhar kar bina kisi waqt gavaye uski wet chut mein apna lund utar deta—jabki teeno bacche abhi hut ke kone mein soye hote.
Priya apni dark brown aakhein band karke soft, rasiya moans karti, Vikram ki broad, muscular back ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakadti, aur uske kaan mein phusphusati:
*“Haan… my husband… aise hi… subah-subah apne milk-filled container ko bhar de… teri biwi ready hai…”*
Dopahar ke waqt, jab saaf chaandni aur dhoop jungle ko roshan karti, teeno bacche hut ke bahar sand par khelte. Vihaan ek zimmedar bade bhai ki tarah apni chhoti behen Roohi aur chhotay Aryan ka khayal rakhta. Is beech Priya aur Vikram aksar island ke beech bani freshwater stream ya lake ke shallows mein chale jaate.
Wahan thande, saaf paani mein Vikram, Priya ko paani ke beech khada karta, uski ek bhari gori taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakhta, aur paani ke andar se hi violent force ke saath use chodta. Priya ke heavy breasts paani ke surface par niche-ooper jhoolte, uske muh se pure open moans nikalte jo jungle ke trees se takra kar wapas laut te:
*“Aur zor se… Vikram… ahhhh… meri chut ab bhi aur hamesha sirf teri hi rahegi…!!”*


Shaam ke waqt shore ki soft sand par unka milan hota.
Kabhi rock par extreme doggy position mein.
Kabhi Priya ko apne lund ke ooper bitha kar.
Kabhi pure, deep mating press mein jahan Vikram ka poora weight Priya ke soft jism par hota.
Vikram ab bhi use ek hungry, wild bull ki tarah leta tha, aur Priya ab bhi har din use poore haq aur junoon se khud maangti thi. Kabhi-kabhi toh woh khud Vikram ke saamne ghutno ke bal baith jaati, uske motay lund ko apne dono haathon se pakad kar poore munh mein leti, use chusti, har ek drop ko nigalti, aur phir uske ooper baith kar uski aakhon mein aakhein daal kar kehti:
*“Aaj phir se mere pet ke andar tak daal… mujhe phir se pregnant kar de…”*
Raat ko jab teeno bacche thak kar so jaate, toh hut ke andar sirf un dono ke jismon ki garmahat aur geheri aawazein hoti thin.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Priya ki continuous, heavy, satisfied moans.
Vikram ke deep, dominant groans.
Kabhi Vikram uske baal kheenchta, kabhi use tight hold mein pakadta, aur uske kaan mein phusphusata:
*“Paanch saal ho gaye… teen bacche paida kar diye… lekin ab bhi itni tight… ab bhi meri dedicated randi…”*
Priya ek soft, rasiya hasi has deti, moan karti, aur apne jism ko uske aur paas kheench leti.
Woh dono khush the. Poori tarah, bina kisi sharth ke.
Ab unke liye is island ke bahar koi mubhazzab duniya nahi thi.
Nahi koi Arjun ka khayal bacha tha, nahi koi Mumbai ki purani zindagi, aur na hi koi guilt ya sharam.
Sirf yeh isolated, khoobsurat island tha, yeh mard Vikram tha, unke yeh teen masoom bacche the, aur unki yeh continuous, gandi, pyari, aur behad asali chudai wali zindagi thi.
Priya kabhi-kabhi poornima ki chaandni mein hut ke bahar baith kar aasmaan ko dekhti aur sochti—pehle Mumbai ke us char-deewari ke andar uski zindagi kitni khali, kitni artificial thi.
Ab uske poore jism par uske asli mard ke nishaan the, uske pet se uske teen bacche nikal chuke the, aur uski chut ab sirf aur sirf ek hi lund ki permanent aadi ban chuki thi.
Vikram pichhe se aata, apne bade haathon se uske heavy breasts ko pakadta, uske kaan par lips rakh kar kehta:
*“Sochna band kar, Priya. Aaja andar. Tujhe pata hai na mujhe abhi aur chahiye…”*
Priya muskurati, uska haath pakadti, aur uske saath hut ke andhere aur garam mahol ki taraf chal deti—
poori tarah nangi,
behad khush,
aur poori tarah se uski.
Forbidden island par
ek happy,
fucking,
aur asali parivaar
apni zindagi
jee raha tha.
Forever.



The End.

[RedDranzar]

Excellent

[Fing fing]

you raised the bar of story by creating a bench mark. Truely the best

[6sense]

Thank you for this wonderful story , I am sending a new idea soon.... please check if it is feasible

[Featherguy]

A story so rare and to remember. waiting for upcoming story

[Shiva reddy]

Beautiful story,keep it up

[darkwrt]

nice story

[Rajendra karka]

One of great thing about you that you completed every story

That story has unique idea great

Gif and picture was great keep writing story with unique ideas
Behab bhai pyar

Ya phir devar ne biwi ko china kuch aisa story likhana

[Erotica erotica]

I am really happy for priya, she got a new family and alpha male to satisfy her

[Kanika Kumari]

So wonderfull sex story ❤️❤️❤️

[Mprit]

Sir, write a second part like of this and make this an epic. How this island will be populated which requires incestuas theme. Priya is now now 47 may be she is able to give another 1 or 2 child. Then after 17 years he  may impregnate his daughter. Then priya may teach his sons. How relationship between them evolves. You may consider the theme.

[Uvaaaa]

It's amazing story and mind blowing, it's a new concept, keep writing a new story. All the best