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Chapter - 16
Main raat ko achha sa khana kha kar bistar par leta hua Noor ko dekh raha tha. Wo table par baithi apne geele baalon mein kanghi kar rahi thi, uske baal bulb ki roshni mein chamak rahe the. Shaam ka waqia mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha—Noor aur us harami Hira ki baatein mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Meri bibi mujhe chutiya samajhti hai—yeh khayal mere dil se guzra toh jaise meri rooh mein ek gandi si lazzat phail gayi. Main samajh nahi pa raha tha ki aakhir kyun uski yeh gandi baatein mujhe itni pasand aa rahi thi.
Main bistar se utha aur dheere se Noor ke peeche jaakar khada ho gaya. Maine apne haath uske kandhon par rakhe toh wo thoda chaunk kar boli, “Kya hua, Rizwan ke abbu?” Maine uski noorani aankhon mein apni aankhein daal kar ghoorne laga. Usne dobara poochha, “Kya hua, Rizwan ke abbu?” Main chup raha, bas usse ghoorta gaya. Meri nazar uske komal honthon par ja kar chipak gayi—yeh wahi honth the jinhone ek namahram ke lund ko chaaron taraf chhua tha, yeh wahi honth the jinhone daaru apne gale ke neeche utari thi, aur yeh wahi honth the jinhone mujhe chutiya kaha tha. Mera lund ekdum kadak ho gaya. Maine aage badhkar Noor ko chhune ki koshish ki, toh jaise mujhe current sa laga. “Rizwan ke abbu, kya kar rahe hain?” usne teesri baar dheere se poochha. Maine apna pyjama dheere se neeche kiya. Noor ne mujhe ghoor kar dekha aur boli, “Kya kar rahe hain, Rizwan ke abbu?” Maine uski baat ko an-suna karke pyjama aur chaddi dono neeche kheench diya. Mera pyjama mere pairon ke paas pada tha, aur Noor mujhe ghoor rahi thi, jaise poochhna chahti ho ki yeh kya kar raha hoon. Maine aage badhkar uska haath pakda aur dheere se apne lund par lagaya. Uske chehre par ekdum se sikan aa gayi, aur usne apna haath jhatak kar peeche kheench liya. “Yeh kya kar rahe hain, Rizwan ke abbu? Tauba tauba!” usne kaha. Maine shaam ka woh manzar yaad kiya—yeh wahi haath jo abhi jhatak kar peeche khincha gaya tha, usne Hira ke lund ko bade aaram se sehlaaya tha. Maine dheere se Noor se kaha, “Maine… wo… wali movies mein dekha tha. Kuch naya try karte hain na.” Usne mujhe aur ghoor kar dekha aur boli, “Kya, Rizwan ke abbu? Kaisi gandi cheezein dekh lete hain aap!” Maine muskura kar, dheeme se kaha, “Noor, mera yeh muh mein lo na.” Noor, jiske honthon ne shaam ko Hira ka lund lollipop ki tarah chusa tha, aankhein sikod kar boli, “Tauba tauba, Rizwan ke abbu! Yeh kya ganda kaam karne ko keh rahe hain? Main toh aisa soch bhi nahi sakti!” Uski yeh baat mere dil mein teer ki tarah lagi, aur mera lund aur kadak ho gaya. Maine dheere se apna pyjama aur chaddi upar chadhaya aur udas hone ki nautanki karte hue kaha, “Koi baat nahi, Noor.”
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Maine Noor ki baat ko an-suna karke bistar par let gaya, aankhein band ki aur sone ka natak shuru kar diya. Dil abhi bhi shaam ke waqie mein uljha hua tha—Noor ke honthon ka Hira ke lund par ragadna, ye mere dimaag mein teer ki tarah chubh raha tha. Par main chup raha, bas bistar par pada siskiyan dabata raha. Thodi der baad maine mehsoos kiya ki bistar halka sa hil gaya. Noor dheere se mere paas aayi, uska badan bistar par sarka, aur wo meri peeth se chipak gayi. Uske haath meri kamar par rakhe hue the, ungliyan meri kameez ke neeche meri khaal ko chhoo rahi thi. Uski garam saansein meri gardan par lag rahi thi, jaise koi dheemi si aag jal rahi ho. “Rizwan ke abbu?” usne dheeme se pukara, apni awaaz mein ek ajeeb si narmee bharte hue. Main chup raha, aankhein band rakhi, sone ka natak jari rakha. Usne apna haath meri kamar se dheere se upar sarkaya, meri chhati par rakha, aur phir apne honth meri gardan par rakh diye. Uske komal honth meri khaal par dheere-dheere ragad rahe the, ek chhota sa chumban chhodte hue. Main ab bhi chup raha, par mera lund pant ke andar ekdum tight ho gaya, kyunki mere dimaag mein wohi tasveer thi—Noor ke yeh honth Hira ke lund ko chus rahe the, uske muh se daaru ki mehak nikal rahi thi, aur uski zubaan mujhe chutiya bol rahi thi.
Aakhir maine palat liya, uski noorani aankhon mein dekha, aur uske chehre ke kareeb gaya. Humare honth mile, uski saansein meri saanson se takra rahi thi. Uske honthon ka swaad mujhe pagal kar raha tha, kyunki main soch raha tha ki yeh wahi honth hain jo Hira ke saath madhoshi mein doob chuke the. Kiss ke beech Noor ne dheeme se kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, aap itne udaas kyun hain? Aapki khushi ke liye main… main tumhara woh pakad leti hoon, bas aap muskura do.” Main hairaan reh gaya—meri bibi, jo Hira ke lund ko lollipop ki tarah chus chuki thi, ab mujhe khush karne ke liye yeh bol rahi thi. Dil mein ek gandi si lazzat chha gayi, jaise koi haram ka nasha chadh raha ho. Maine usse ghoor kar dekha, uske chehre par ek ajeeb si jhijhak thi, par uski aankhon mein thodi si narmee bhi. “Sacchi, Noor?” maine dheeme se poochha, apni awaaz mein thodi si bechaini bharte hue. Usne sar hila diya, aur ek chhoti si muskurahat ke saath boli, “Haan, Rizwan ke abbu, aapke liye.” Main aur bardasht nahi kar paya. Maine jaldi se apna pyjama aur chaddi neeche kheench di, mera lund already kadak tha, ekdum taiyaar. Noor ne ek pal ke liye mujhe ghoora, uske chehre par thodi si ghabrahat aayi, par phir usne apna komal haath aage badhaya. Uski ungliyan dheere se mere lund ko chhui, phir unhone usse pakad liya, aur dheeme-dheeme sehlaana shuru kiya. Uske haath ki garmi, uski ungliyon ka dabav, mujhe pagal kar raha tha. Main uske haath ko dekhta raha, sochta raha ki yeh wahi haath hai jo Hira ke mota lund sehla chuka tha, aur bas yeh khayal hi kaafi tha. 15-20 second bhi nahi guzre the ki mera lund jhatke ke saath jhad gaya, ek chhoti si siski mere muh se nikli, aur mera maal uske haath par bikhra pada. Noor ne mujhe ghoor kar dekha, uske chehre par hairaani aur thodi si majak ka bhaav tha, jaise wo soch rahi ho ki main itni jaldi kyun khatam ho gaya. Main sharminda sa bistar par let gaya, saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, par andar ek ganda sukoon tha—meri Noor, jo Hira ki maal ban chuki thi, ne mujhe chhua tha, bhale hi yeh ek chhota sa pal tha. Main apne cuckpan ke nashe mein doob gaya, uski ungliyon par laga mera maal dekhta raha.
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Main Noor ke haath par apna maal dekhkar sharminda sa bistar par let gaya, aankhein band kar li aur sone ka natak shuru kar diya. Usne dheere se apna haath saaf kiya, bistar se utri, aur chupke se kapde theek karte hue kamre mein idhar-udhar dekha, jaise yakeen karna chahti ho ki main so raha hoon. Main chup raha, aankhein thodi si kholkar usse dekhta raha, par palatne ki himmat nahi hui. Dil mein uske honthon aur Hira ke lund ka khayal abhi bhi ghoom raha tha, ek gandi si khushi meri rooh mein phail rahi thi. Kareeb adha ghanta guzar gaya, Noor bistar ke paas khadi hui, phir dheere se kamre ka darwaza khola aur baahar chali gayi. Maine aankhein kholi, ek thandi si muskurahat mere chehre par aayi, aur main dheere se bistar se utra. Main janta tha ki wo Hira ke saath koi ganda khel khelne ja rahi hai. Maine apne pairon ke panje zameen par dheere se rakhe, awaaz na ho iska dhyan rakhte hue, aur uske peeche chupke se chat ki taraf badha.
Chat par Noor ek kone mein baithi thi, uska phone uske haath mein tha, aur screen ki roshni uske chehre par chamak rahi thi, raat ke andhere mein ek chhota sa noorani daira banaye hue. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi, uski salwar kameez ka dupatta dheere se hil raha tha, aur uske baal hawa mein thoda sa bikhre hue the. Maine chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar jhaanka—wo Hira ke saath video call par thi, dono ki awaazein masti aur josh se bhari hui thi. “Hira, tu kitna besharam hai,” Noor ne hanskar kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sharmili si masti thi. “Agli baar jab milein, kya kya karega meri laal saree mein?” Hira ne ek gandi si hansi di, uski awaaz phone ke speaker se chat ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi. “Arre, meri rani, tujhe us laal saree mein pehle main apne haathon se sajhaunga, phir ek ek inch tera badan chumunga. Teri kamar pakadke tujhe apni godi mein bithaunga, aur woh lace wali panty… usse toh main daanton se kheenchkar utarunga,” usne kaha, apni zubaan chabate hue. Noor ne ek zor ki hansi di, uska chehra sharam se laal ho gaya, par usne apne baal ek taraf karke kaha, “Tauba tauba, Hira! Itna ganda sochta hai tu? Par… thodi si masti toh banta hai.” Hira ne phir se hasa, “Masti? Main toh tujhe OYO ke bistar par nanga karke aisi chudai karunga ki tu subah tak siskiyan bhari jayegi. Aur sun, agli baar main tujhe ek chhoti si skirt pehnake le jaunga, niche kuch nahi, bas mera lund tera intezaar karega.” Noor ne apni ungli honthon par rakhi, ek chhoti si siski nikali, aur boli, “Hira, tu na… bilkul kameena hai, lekin yeh baatein… acha lagta hai.” Usne apna dupatta thoda sa sarkaya, uske kandhe nange dikh rahe the, aur uski aankhein screen par tiki hui thi, jaise Hira ki har baat uske badan mein aag laga rahi ho.
Hira ne baat aage badhayi, “Aur sun, meri jaan, main tujhe ek baar shower ke neeche le jaunga, paani ke saath tera badan geela karke tujhe deewar se lagake… samjhi na?” Noor ne sharmate hue kaha, “Bas bas, Hira! Koi sun lega yahan chat par! Mera sauhar so raha hai, par tu toh hadd karta hai.” Hira ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya, “Woh bhadwa kya samjhega? Tera yeh jism ab mera hai, Noor. Kal raat ka mazaa yaad hai? Agli baar main tera muh aur bhi zyada bharunga.” Noor ne ek masti bhari hansi di, “Hira, tu kitna ganda bolta hai, par… thik hai, agli baar dekhenge kitna dum hai tere mein.” Dono ke chehron par khushi thi, jaise yeh gandi baatein unke liye ek khel ho. Main chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar sun raha tha, mera lund pant ke andar ekdum kadak ho gaya. Unki yeh masti bhari baatein, Noor ki sharmili hansi, aur Hira ka kameenapan—sab kuch mere dil mein ek ganda toofan utha raha tha. Maine apna haath pant ke andar dala, apne lund ko dheere se sehlaana shuru kiya, har shabd ka maza lete hue.
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Main chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar Noor aur Hira ki gandi baatein sun raha tha, mera lund pant ke andar kadak hua pada tha, haath sehlaate hue. Video call ab aur garam ho rahi thi, Hira ki awaaz mein ek kameena sa josh badh gaya. “Noor, meri jaan, zara apna jism dikha na,” usne kaha, apni zubaan chabaate hue. Noor ne pehle hichkichaya, ek chhoti si hansi ke saath boli, “Hira, tu bhi na, yahan chat par? Koi dekh lega!” Hira ne ek gandi si hansi di, “Arre, raat ka andhera hai, tera bhadwa sauhar so raha hai. Bas thodi si jhalak de de, mera lund tujhe dekhne ko taras raha hai.” Noor ne apne honthon par ungli rakhi, sharmaate hue idhar-udhar dekha, phir dheere se apni salwar kameez ka dupatta sarkaya. Usne apni kameez thodi si upar uthayi, uski kamar aur pet ki chamak phone ki roshni mein dikh rahi thi. Hira ne ek siski bhari, “Wah, meri rani, ab zara aur upar… tera woh dikha na.” Noor ne phir sharmili hansi di, “Hira, tu kitna besharam hai!” par usne dheere se kameez aur upar kheench li, uski bra ke neeche ka hissa dikhne laga. Hira ne zor se kaha, “Bas, Noor, abhi nanga kar do mujhe! Agli baar main tujhe poora nanga karke apne lund se khelunga.” Noor ne ek masti bhari hansi di, “Thik hai, kameena, agli baar dekh lenge tera khel,” aur apni kameez neeche kar li, par uska chehra abhi bhi sharam aur masti se laal tha.
Main wahan chhupkar yeh sab dekhta raha, mera haath pant ke andar tezi se chal raha tha. Noor ka woh jism, Hira ki gandi baatein, aur unki yeh besharmi—sab kuch mere cuckpan ke nashe ko charam par le gaya. Bas kuch hi palon mein mera lund jhatke ke saath jhad gaya, ek dheemi si siski mere muh se nikli, aur main chat ke darwaze par tik kar sambhala. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, par main chupke se wapas kamre ki taraf bhaaga, dar ke maare ki koi dekh na le. Kamre mein bistar par let gaya, par neend kahan aane wali thi? Meri aankhon ke saamne Noor ka nanga pet, uski sharmili hansi, aur Hira ka kameena lund ghoom raha tha. Main bistar par karwatein badalta raha, mera lund abhi bhi thodi si akad ke saath tha, gandi khushi mein dooba hua.
Kareeb adha ghanta baad kamre ka darwaza dheere se khula, Noor andar aayi. Usne socha main so raha hoon, par maine aankhein thodi si kholkar usse dekha. Wo almari ke paas gayi, us shopping bag ko nikala jo usne aur Hira ne kal kharida tha. Usne bag se woh laal saree nikali, usse haathon mein pakadkar dekha, aur ek dheemi si hansi ke saath boli, “Dulhan bana ke…” Uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si masti thi, jaise wo Hira ke saath apni agli mulakat ke sapne dekh rahi ho. Usne saree wapas bag mein rakhi, almari band ki, aur bistar par aakar mere paas let gayi. Uski saansein abhi bhi thodi tez thi, shayad Hira ki baaton ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha. Main chup raha, aankhein band rakhi, par mera lund phir se kadak ho gaya, uski yeh baat aur uske jism ka khayal mere dil mein aag laga raha tha. Noor dheere se meri taraf mudkar so gayi, uska haath meri kamar par rakh gaya. Main bhi aankhein band karke sone ki koshish ki, par mera lund abhi bhi tight tha, aur main apne cuckpan ke gande sukoon mein doobkar ek ajeeb si neend mein chala gaya.
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Agli subah main office mein baitha tha, files ke dher ke beech dimaag kal raat ke manzar mein uljha hua tha—Noor ka nanga pet chat par, uski “dulhan bana ke” wali hansi, aur Hira ki gandi baatein. Mera lund pant ke andar thodi si akad ke saath tha, par main kaam mein dhyan lagane ki nakam koshish kar raha tha. Tabhi mera phone baja—Hira ka call tha. Maine jaldi se uthaya, dil mein ek gandi si uttejana jag gayi. “Arre, bhadwa, kya haal hai?” Hira ne apni kameeni hansi ke saath shuru kiya. “Sun, ek kaam kar. Teri Noor ko bol uski chut shave kare. Main bola toh wo darr rahi hai, bolti hai ‘Hira, mujhe sharam aati hai, aur agar Rizwan ke abbu ko pata chal gaya toh?’ Tu usse samjha, bhadwa, warna main kaise maza loonga?” Uske shabd mere kaanon mein teer ki tarah lage, par mera lund ekdum kadak ho gaya. Main apne cuckpan ke nashe mein doob gaya, yeh sochkar ki main Hira ke liye Noor ko tayyar karunga. “Thik hai, Hira, main baat kar lunga. Tu fikar na kar,” maine jaldi se kaha. Hira ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya, “Shabash, bhadwa! Teri biwi ka jism mera hai, aur tu mera kaam asaan kar raha hai.” Usne phone kaat diya, aur main office ki chair par baitha raha, dimaag mein Noor ke nange jism aur Hira ke lund ke khayal ghoomte rahe, ek ganda sukoon dil mein phail gaya.
Raat ko ghar wapas aaya, khana khaane ke baad main aur Noor bedroom mein lete hue the. Wo apne phone mein kuch dekh rahi thi, uska chehra thoda sa shant tha, par uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si masti thi, jaise Hira ke saath apne haram ke khayalon mein khoyi ho. Wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi hai, jaise mujhe kuch pata nahi—aur yeh soch mere lund ko aur tight kar rahi thi. Maine almari se ek magazine nikali, jo maine dukaan se kharidi thi is plan ke liye, jismein fashion aur grooming ke articles the, aur Noor ke paas baith gaya. “Noor, yeh dekha tune?” maine magazine kholte hue kaha, ek page par shaving ke bare mein article dikhaya. “Aajkal toh yeh sab karte hain, acha lagta hai, hygiene ke liye bhi thik hai.” Noor ne mujhe ek ajeeb si nazar se dekha, phir ek dheemi si hansi di. “Rizwan ke abbu, aap bhi na, kya kya sochne lage?” usne kaha, par uski awaaz mein ek chhupa hua josh tha, jaise wo kisi aur ke liye yeh soch rahi ho. Maine thodi si himmat juta kar kaha, “Noor, sach mein, tu try karke dekh na… main toh bas tera acha chahta hoon.” Usne magazine ki taraf dekha, phir mujhe ek sly si muskurahat di, aankhein thodi si sikod kar boli, “Achha, Rizwan ke abbu, aap itna keh rahe hain toh thik hai. Main try kar lungi.” Uske yeh shabd sunke mera dil zor se dhadka. Usne apni aankhein jhuka li, ek sharmili si hansi di, aur dheeme se kaha, “Kal karungi, thik hai?” Mera lund pant ke andar ekdum phatne ko tayyar tha, Noor ki yeh kamini khushi aur Hira ke plan mein meri madad ka khayal mujhe pagal kar raha tha. Maine chupke se muskura diya, magazine band kiya, aur sochne laga ki jab Hira Noor ki chikni chut dekhega, toh kya karega.
Main raat ko achha sa khana kha kar bistar par leta hua Noor ko dekh raha tha. Wo table par baithi apne geele baalon mein kanghi kar rahi thi, uske baal bulb ki roshni mein chamak rahe the. Shaam ka waqia mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha—Noor aur us harami Hira ki baatein mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Meri bibi mujhe chutiya samajhti hai—yeh khayal mere dil se guzra toh jaise meri rooh mein ek gandi si lazzat phail gayi. Main samajh nahi pa raha tha ki aakhir kyun uski yeh gandi baatein mujhe itni pasand aa rahi thi.
Main bistar se utha aur dheere se Noor ke peeche jaakar khada ho gaya. Maine apne haath uske kandhon par rakhe toh wo thoda chaunk kar boli, “Kya hua, Rizwan ke abbu?” Maine uski noorani aankhon mein apni aankhein daal kar ghoorne laga. Usne dobara poochha, “Kya hua, Rizwan ke abbu?” Main chup raha, bas usse ghoorta gaya. Meri nazar uske komal honthon par ja kar chipak gayi—yeh wahi honth the jinhone ek namahram ke lund ko chaaron taraf chhua tha, yeh wahi honth the jinhone daaru apne gale ke neeche utari thi, aur yeh wahi honth the jinhone mujhe chutiya kaha tha. Mera lund ekdum kadak ho gaya. Maine aage badhkar Noor ko chhune ki koshish ki, toh jaise mujhe current sa laga. “Rizwan ke abbu, kya kar rahe hain?” usne teesri baar dheere se poochha. Maine apna pyjama dheere se neeche kiya. Noor ne mujhe ghoor kar dekha aur boli, “Kya kar rahe hain, Rizwan ke abbu?” Maine uski baat ko an-suna karke pyjama aur chaddi dono neeche kheench diya. Mera pyjama mere pairon ke paas pada tha, aur Noor mujhe ghoor rahi thi, jaise poochhna chahti ho ki yeh kya kar raha hoon. Maine aage badhkar uska haath pakda aur dheere se apne lund par lagaya. Uske chehre par ekdum se sikan aa gayi, aur usne apna haath jhatak kar peeche kheench liya. “Yeh kya kar rahe hain, Rizwan ke abbu? Tauba tauba!” usne kaha. Maine shaam ka woh manzar yaad kiya—yeh wahi haath jo abhi jhatak kar peeche khincha gaya tha, usne Hira ke lund ko bade aaram se sehlaaya tha. Maine dheere se Noor se kaha, “Maine… wo… wali movies mein dekha tha. Kuch naya try karte hain na.” Usne mujhe aur ghoor kar dekha aur boli, “Kya, Rizwan ke abbu? Kaisi gandi cheezein dekh lete hain aap!” Maine muskura kar, dheeme se kaha, “Noor, mera yeh muh mein lo na.” Noor, jiske honthon ne shaam ko Hira ka lund lollipop ki tarah chusa tha, aankhein sikod kar boli, “Tauba tauba, Rizwan ke abbu! Yeh kya ganda kaam karne ko keh rahe hain? Main toh aisa soch bhi nahi sakti!” Uski yeh baat mere dil mein teer ki tarah lagi, aur mera lund aur kadak ho gaya. Maine dheere se apna pyjama aur chaddi upar chadhaya aur udas hone ki nautanki karte hue kaha, “Koi baat nahi, Noor.”
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Maine Noor ki baat ko an-suna karke bistar par let gaya, aankhein band ki aur sone ka natak shuru kar diya. Dil abhi bhi shaam ke waqie mein uljha hua tha—Noor ke honthon ka Hira ke lund par ragadna, ye mere dimaag mein teer ki tarah chubh raha tha. Par main chup raha, bas bistar par pada siskiyan dabata raha. Thodi der baad maine mehsoos kiya ki bistar halka sa hil gaya. Noor dheere se mere paas aayi, uska badan bistar par sarka, aur wo meri peeth se chipak gayi. Uske haath meri kamar par rakhe hue the, ungliyan meri kameez ke neeche meri khaal ko chhoo rahi thi. Uski garam saansein meri gardan par lag rahi thi, jaise koi dheemi si aag jal rahi ho. “Rizwan ke abbu?” usne dheeme se pukara, apni awaaz mein ek ajeeb si narmee bharte hue. Main chup raha, aankhein band rakhi, sone ka natak jari rakha. Usne apna haath meri kamar se dheere se upar sarkaya, meri chhati par rakha, aur phir apne honth meri gardan par rakh diye. Uske komal honth meri khaal par dheere-dheere ragad rahe the, ek chhota sa chumban chhodte hue. Main ab bhi chup raha, par mera lund pant ke andar ekdum tight ho gaya, kyunki mere dimaag mein wohi tasveer thi—Noor ke yeh honth Hira ke lund ko chus rahe the, uske muh se daaru ki mehak nikal rahi thi, aur uski zubaan mujhe chutiya bol rahi thi.
Aakhir maine palat liya, uski noorani aankhon mein dekha, aur uske chehre ke kareeb gaya. Humare honth mile, uski saansein meri saanson se takra rahi thi. Uske honthon ka swaad mujhe pagal kar raha tha, kyunki main soch raha tha ki yeh wahi honth hain jo Hira ke saath madhoshi mein doob chuke the. Kiss ke beech Noor ne dheeme se kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, aap itne udaas kyun hain? Aapki khushi ke liye main… main tumhara woh pakad leti hoon, bas aap muskura do.” Main hairaan reh gaya—meri bibi, jo Hira ke lund ko lollipop ki tarah chus chuki thi, ab mujhe khush karne ke liye yeh bol rahi thi. Dil mein ek gandi si lazzat chha gayi, jaise koi haram ka nasha chadh raha ho. Maine usse ghoor kar dekha, uske chehre par ek ajeeb si jhijhak thi, par uski aankhon mein thodi si narmee bhi. “Sacchi, Noor?” maine dheeme se poochha, apni awaaz mein thodi si bechaini bharte hue. Usne sar hila diya, aur ek chhoti si muskurahat ke saath boli, “Haan, Rizwan ke abbu, aapke liye.” Main aur bardasht nahi kar paya. Maine jaldi se apna pyjama aur chaddi neeche kheench di, mera lund already kadak tha, ekdum taiyaar. Noor ne ek pal ke liye mujhe ghoora, uske chehre par thodi si ghabrahat aayi, par phir usne apna komal haath aage badhaya. Uski ungliyan dheere se mere lund ko chhui, phir unhone usse pakad liya, aur dheeme-dheeme sehlaana shuru kiya. Uske haath ki garmi, uski ungliyon ka dabav, mujhe pagal kar raha tha. Main uske haath ko dekhta raha, sochta raha ki yeh wahi haath hai jo Hira ke mota lund sehla chuka tha, aur bas yeh khayal hi kaafi tha. 15-20 second bhi nahi guzre the ki mera lund jhatke ke saath jhad gaya, ek chhoti si siski mere muh se nikli, aur mera maal uske haath par bikhra pada. Noor ne mujhe ghoor kar dekha, uske chehre par hairaani aur thodi si majak ka bhaav tha, jaise wo soch rahi ho ki main itni jaldi kyun khatam ho gaya. Main sharminda sa bistar par let gaya, saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, par andar ek ganda sukoon tha—meri Noor, jo Hira ki maal ban chuki thi, ne mujhe chhua tha, bhale hi yeh ek chhota sa pal tha. Main apne cuckpan ke nashe mein doob gaya, uski ungliyon par laga mera maal dekhta raha.
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Main Noor ke haath par apna maal dekhkar sharminda sa bistar par let gaya, aankhein band kar li aur sone ka natak shuru kar diya. Usne dheere se apna haath saaf kiya, bistar se utri, aur chupke se kapde theek karte hue kamre mein idhar-udhar dekha, jaise yakeen karna chahti ho ki main so raha hoon. Main chup raha, aankhein thodi si kholkar usse dekhta raha, par palatne ki himmat nahi hui. Dil mein uske honthon aur Hira ke lund ka khayal abhi bhi ghoom raha tha, ek gandi si khushi meri rooh mein phail rahi thi. Kareeb adha ghanta guzar gaya, Noor bistar ke paas khadi hui, phir dheere se kamre ka darwaza khola aur baahar chali gayi. Maine aankhein kholi, ek thandi si muskurahat mere chehre par aayi, aur main dheere se bistar se utra. Main janta tha ki wo Hira ke saath koi ganda khel khelne ja rahi hai. Maine apne pairon ke panje zameen par dheere se rakhe, awaaz na ho iska dhyan rakhte hue, aur uske peeche chupke se chat ki taraf badha.
Chat par Noor ek kone mein baithi thi, uska phone uske haath mein tha, aur screen ki roshni uske chehre par chamak rahi thi, raat ke andhere mein ek chhota sa noorani daira banaye hue. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi, uski salwar kameez ka dupatta dheere se hil raha tha, aur uske baal hawa mein thoda sa bikhre hue the. Maine chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar jhaanka—wo Hira ke saath video call par thi, dono ki awaazein masti aur josh se bhari hui thi. “Hira, tu kitna besharam hai,” Noor ne hanskar kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sharmili si masti thi. “Agli baar jab milein, kya kya karega meri laal saree mein?” Hira ne ek gandi si hansi di, uski awaaz phone ke speaker se chat ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi. “Arre, meri rani, tujhe us laal saree mein pehle main apne haathon se sajhaunga, phir ek ek inch tera badan chumunga. Teri kamar pakadke tujhe apni godi mein bithaunga, aur woh lace wali panty… usse toh main daanton se kheenchkar utarunga,” usne kaha, apni zubaan chabate hue. Noor ne ek zor ki hansi di, uska chehra sharam se laal ho gaya, par usne apne baal ek taraf karke kaha, “Tauba tauba, Hira! Itna ganda sochta hai tu? Par… thodi si masti toh banta hai.” Hira ne phir se hasa, “Masti? Main toh tujhe OYO ke bistar par nanga karke aisi chudai karunga ki tu subah tak siskiyan bhari jayegi. Aur sun, agli baar main tujhe ek chhoti si skirt pehnake le jaunga, niche kuch nahi, bas mera lund tera intezaar karega.” Noor ne apni ungli honthon par rakhi, ek chhoti si siski nikali, aur boli, “Hira, tu na… bilkul kameena hai, lekin yeh baatein… acha lagta hai.” Usne apna dupatta thoda sa sarkaya, uske kandhe nange dikh rahe the, aur uski aankhein screen par tiki hui thi, jaise Hira ki har baat uske badan mein aag laga rahi ho.
Hira ne baat aage badhayi, “Aur sun, meri jaan, main tujhe ek baar shower ke neeche le jaunga, paani ke saath tera badan geela karke tujhe deewar se lagake… samjhi na?” Noor ne sharmate hue kaha, “Bas bas, Hira! Koi sun lega yahan chat par! Mera sauhar so raha hai, par tu toh hadd karta hai.” Hira ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya, “Woh bhadwa kya samjhega? Tera yeh jism ab mera hai, Noor. Kal raat ka mazaa yaad hai? Agli baar main tera muh aur bhi zyada bharunga.” Noor ne ek masti bhari hansi di, “Hira, tu kitna ganda bolta hai, par… thik hai, agli baar dekhenge kitna dum hai tere mein.” Dono ke chehron par khushi thi, jaise yeh gandi baatein unke liye ek khel ho. Main chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar sun raha tha, mera lund pant ke andar ekdum kadak ho gaya. Unki yeh masti bhari baatein, Noor ki sharmili hansi, aur Hira ka kameenapan—sab kuch mere dil mein ek ganda toofan utha raha tha. Maine apna haath pant ke andar dala, apne lund ko dheere se sehlaana shuru kiya, har shabd ka maza lete hue.
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Main chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar Noor aur Hira ki gandi baatein sun raha tha, mera lund pant ke andar kadak hua pada tha, haath sehlaate hue. Video call ab aur garam ho rahi thi, Hira ki awaaz mein ek kameena sa josh badh gaya. “Noor, meri jaan, zara apna jism dikha na,” usne kaha, apni zubaan chabaate hue. Noor ne pehle hichkichaya, ek chhoti si hansi ke saath boli, “Hira, tu bhi na, yahan chat par? Koi dekh lega!” Hira ne ek gandi si hansi di, “Arre, raat ka andhera hai, tera bhadwa sauhar so raha hai. Bas thodi si jhalak de de, mera lund tujhe dekhne ko taras raha hai.” Noor ne apne honthon par ungli rakhi, sharmaate hue idhar-udhar dekha, phir dheere se apni salwar kameez ka dupatta sarkaya. Usne apni kameez thodi si upar uthayi, uski kamar aur pet ki chamak phone ki roshni mein dikh rahi thi. Hira ne ek siski bhari, “Wah, meri rani, ab zara aur upar… tera woh dikha na.” Noor ne phir sharmili hansi di, “Hira, tu kitna besharam hai!” par usne dheere se kameez aur upar kheench li, uski bra ke neeche ka hissa dikhne laga. Hira ne zor se kaha, “Bas, Noor, abhi nanga kar do mujhe! Agli baar main tujhe poora nanga karke apne lund se khelunga.” Noor ne ek masti bhari hansi di, “Thik hai, kameena, agli baar dekh lenge tera khel,” aur apni kameez neeche kar li, par uska chehra abhi bhi sharam aur masti se laal tha.
Main wahan chhupkar yeh sab dekhta raha, mera haath pant ke andar tezi se chal raha tha. Noor ka woh jism, Hira ki gandi baatein, aur unki yeh besharmi—sab kuch mere cuckpan ke nashe ko charam par le gaya. Bas kuch hi palon mein mera lund jhatke ke saath jhad gaya, ek dheemi si siski mere muh se nikli, aur main chat ke darwaze par tik kar sambhala. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, par main chupke se wapas kamre ki taraf bhaaga, dar ke maare ki koi dekh na le. Kamre mein bistar par let gaya, par neend kahan aane wali thi? Meri aankhon ke saamne Noor ka nanga pet, uski sharmili hansi, aur Hira ka kameena lund ghoom raha tha. Main bistar par karwatein badalta raha, mera lund abhi bhi thodi si akad ke saath tha, gandi khushi mein dooba hua.
Kareeb adha ghanta baad kamre ka darwaza dheere se khula, Noor andar aayi. Usne socha main so raha hoon, par maine aankhein thodi si kholkar usse dekha. Wo almari ke paas gayi, us shopping bag ko nikala jo usne aur Hira ne kal kharida tha. Usne bag se woh laal saree nikali, usse haathon mein pakadkar dekha, aur ek dheemi si hansi ke saath boli, “Dulhan bana ke…” Uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si masti thi, jaise wo Hira ke saath apni agli mulakat ke sapne dekh rahi ho. Usne saree wapas bag mein rakhi, almari band ki, aur bistar par aakar mere paas let gayi. Uski saansein abhi bhi thodi tez thi, shayad Hira ki baaton ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha. Main chup raha, aankhein band rakhi, par mera lund phir se kadak ho gaya, uski yeh baat aur uske jism ka khayal mere dil mein aag laga raha tha. Noor dheere se meri taraf mudkar so gayi, uska haath meri kamar par rakh gaya. Main bhi aankhein band karke sone ki koshish ki, par mera lund abhi bhi tight tha, aur main apne cuckpan ke gande sukoon mein doobkar ek ajeeb si neend mein chala gaya.
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Agli subah main office mein baitha tha, files ke dher ke beech dimaag kal raat ke manzar mein uljha hua tha—Noor ka nanga pet chat par, uski “dulhan bana ke” wali hansi, aur Hira ki gandi baatein. Mera lund pant ke andar thodi si akad ke saath tha, par main kaam mein dhyan lagane ki nakam koshish kar raha tha. Tabhi mera phone baja—Hira ka call tha. Maine jaldi se uthaya, dil mein ek gandi si uttejana jag gayi. “Arre, bhadwa, kya haal hai?” Hira ne apni kameeni hansi ke saath shuru kiya. “Sun, ek kaam kar. Teri Noor ko bol uski chut shave kare. Main bola toh wo darr rahi hai, bolti hai ‘Hira, mujhe sharam aati hai, aur agar Rizwan ke abbu ko pata chal gaya toh?’ Tu usse samjha, bhadwa, warna main kaise maza loonga?” Uske shabd mere kaanon mein teer ki tarah lage, par mera lund ekdum kadak ho gaya. Main apne cuckpan ke nashe mein doob gaya, yeh sochkar ki main Hira ke liye Noor ko tayyar karunga. “Thik hai, Hira, main baat kar lunga. Tu fikar na kar,” maine jaldi se kaha. Hira ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya, “Shabash, bhadwa! Teri biwi ka jism mera hai, aur tu mera kaam asaan kar raha hai.” Usne phone kaat diya, aur main office ki chair par baitha raha, dimaag mein Noor ke nange jism aur Hira ke lund ke khayal ghoomte rahe, ek ganda sukoon dil mein phail gaya.
Raat ko ghar wapas aaya, khana khaane ke baad main aur Noor bedroom mein lete hue the. Wo apne phone mein kuch dekh rahi thi, uska chehra thoda sa shant tha, par uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si masti thi, jaise Hira ke saath apne haram ke khayalon mein khoyi ho. Wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi hai, jaise mujhe kuch pata nahi—aur yeh soch mere lund ko aur tight kar rahi thi. Maine almari se ek magazine nikali, jo maine dukaan se kharidi thi is plan ke liye, jismein fashion aur grooming ke articles the, aur Noor ke paas baith gaya. “Noor, yeh dekha tune?” maine magazine kholte hue kaha, ek page par shaving ke bare mein article dikhaya. “Aajkal toh yeh sab karte hain, acha lagta hai, hygiene ke liye bhi thik hai.” Noor ne mujhe ek ajeeb si nazar se dekha, phir ek dheemi si hansi di. “Rizwan ke abbu, aap bhi na, kya kya sochne lage?” usne kaha, par uski awaaz mein ek chhupa hua josh tha, jaise wo kisi aur ke liye yeh soch rahi ho. Maine thodi si himmat juta kar kaha, “Noor, sach mein, tu try karke dekh na… main toh bas tera acha chahta hoon.” Usne magazine ki taraf dekha, phir mujhe ek sly si muskurahat di, aankhein thodi si sikod kar boli, “Achha, Rizwan ke abbu, aap itna keh rahe hain toh thik hai. Main try kar lungi.” Uske yeh shabd sunke mera dil zor se dhadka. Usne apni aankhein jhuka li, ek sharmili si hansi di, aur dheeme se kaha, “Kal karungi, thik hai?” Mera lund pant ke andar ekdum phatne ko tayyar tha, Noor ki yeh kamini khushi aur Hira ke plan mein meri madad ka khayal mujhe pagal kar raha tha. Maine chupke se muskura diya, magazine band kiya, aur sochne laga ki jab Hira Noor ki chikni chut dekhega, toh kya karega.
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