21-04-2025, 05:13 PM
Chapter - 18
Main chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar, andhere mein ghula hua, Noor aur Hira ko dekhta raha, mera lund pant ke andar ekdum kadak, haath tezi se sehlaata hua. Noor jugadu bed par baithi thi, sirf bra aur pyjama mein, uska jism roshni mein chamak raha tha, uski kamar ki gori chamdi ekdum makhmali, jaise koi haram ka khazana. Hira uske kareeb, uski kamar par haath rakhe, ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath usse chhed raha tha. Unka ganda khel ab poore josh mein tha, chat ke sannate mein unki masti bhari siskiyan goonj rahi thi. Hira ne Noor ke kaan ke paas apna chehra le jaya, dheeme se kaha, “Meri rani, zara apni wo dikha na, main toh bas uske liye mara ja raha hoon.” Usne apni aankh maari, uski awaaz ek gandi si masti se bhari thi. Noor ne ek tez siski nikali, sharmate hue apne haath se chehra chhupaya, aur boli, “Hira, tu kitna harami hai! Aise kaise bolta hai? Nahi dikhati, kameena!” Usne apne pair band kar liye, par uski aankhein masti se chamak rahi thi, jaise wo is khel ka poora maza le rahi ho.
Hira ne zor se hansi di, uska haath Noor ke kandhe par gaya, aur usne usse dheere se kheenchkar kaha, “Arre, meri jaan, itna sharma kyun rahi hai? Tujhe toh pata hai, yeh sab maine tere liye hi intezaam kiya hai. Bas ek jhalak, phir dekh kaise tujhe rani banaunga iss gande bed par.” Noor ne sharmili muskurahat di, apne honth kaat liye, aur ek gandi si awaaz mein kaha, “Achha, thik hai, dekh lo, par bas dekhna, kameena!” Usne apne pair thoda sa khole, pyjama abhi pehne hue, aur uski yeh shaitani masti Hira ke chehre par ek badi si hasi laayi. Hira ne uske kareeb apna chehra jhukaya, jaise koi toffee ka wrapper dekh raha ho, aur bola, “Wah, meri rani, yeh toh bilkul komal hai, ab toh main tera poora deewana ho gaya!” Noor ne chhoti si hansi ke saath uske sir par dheere se chanta maara, boli, “Bas, Hira, ab hadd mat kar, warna main wapas chali jaungi!” Par uska hasna aur Hira ka kameenapan ek ganda josh jaga raha tha, jaise chat par koi haram ka tamasha chal raha ho.
Meri nazar un par tiki thi, par kabhi idhar-udhar bhi jati, yeh dekhne ke liye ki koi unhe na pakad le. Dil dhadak raha tha, cuckpan ka nasha meri rooh mein sama raha tha. Tabhi Noor ki hasne ki awaaz kaanon mein padi, ek aisi hansi jo maine pehle kabhi na suni thi, gandi aur sharmili ka mishran. Maine dhyan us taraf lagaya. Meri Noor aur uska ashiq masti mein baatein kar rahe the, Noor has-has kar jawab de rahi thi. Hira ne uski kamar sehlate hue kaha, “Baby, teri yeh chikni chut toh bilkul mithai jaisi hai.” Noor ne halki si hansi di, sharmate hue boli, “Hat, pagle, tu bhi na!” Hira ne apna haath uske pyjama ke kinaare par phiraya, jaise koi haram ka khazana kholne ki koshish kar raha ho, aur dheere se uske gale par ek ganda sa chumma liya. Noor ne ek siski nikali, aisi awaaz jo meri bibi ke muh se pehle kabhi na aayi thi, ek ganda josh aur masti ka toofan. Uske haath Hira ke baalon mein gaye, aur wo uski is shaitani mein poora sath de rahi thi, jaise yeh haram ka khel uske liye zindagi ka nasha ban gaya ho. Main apne lund ko masalta raha, har siski meri rooh mein teer ki tarah chubh rahi thi.
Hira Noor ko beinteha chumta raha, uske gale se kandhe tak, uski kamar par haath neeche sarkate hue, jaise koi bhookha shikari apne shikar ka maza le raha ho. Noor ne kuch pal baad use dheere se dhakka diya, thoda door kiya. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, wo hanf rahi thi, aur usne us kameene ki chhati par mukka maar kar kaha, “Janwar kahin ka!” Dono zor se hasne lage, unki hansi chat ke andhere mein goonj rahi thi, ek aisa tamasha jo mere cuckpan ke liye ek ganda sukoon tha. Noor ke sharir par sirf bra thi, uski kurti aur dupatta bedsheet ka kaam kar rahe the, aur baki kapde zameen par bikhre pade the. Mera dil haule-haule dhadak raha tha, par usme ek gazab ki khumari thi. Raat ki thandi hawa mein main ek premi jodi ko dekh raha tha, unka yeh haram ka khel mere liye ek nasha tha.
Tabhi Hira ki awaaz kaanon mein aayi, “Baby, mujhe bhukh lagi hai.” Noor ne chehak kar jawab diya, “Chalo, neeche raat ka khana bacha hua hai.” Hira ne kameeni hansi di, “Nahi, baby, mujhe teri us cheez ki bhukh hai.” Noor ki halki awaaz mein ek sawaal aaya, “Kya…?” Hira ne apne daant dikhate hue bola, “Teri chut ki bhukh hai, meri jaan.” Noor ne bade adaa se jawab diya, “Babu, mauka toh diya hai, tu hi der kar raha hai, kha na jee bhar ke!” Yeh sun main khud ko rok na saka, mera lund phir paani ugalne laga, saansein tezi se chali, aur mere saamne Hira ne Noor ke pairon ko thoda sa failaya, apna chehra uske kareeb le jaya, jaise koi bhookha aadmi mithai ke tukde ke liye taras raha ho. Noor ke muh se ek tez siski nikli, “Umm, hai re… aaaaah,”.
Main chat ke darwaze ke peeche chhupkar, andhere mein ghula hua, Noor aur Hira ko dekhta raha, mera lund pant ke andar ekdum kadak, haath tezi se sehlaata hua. Noor jugadu bed par baithi thi, sirf bra aur pyjama mein, uska jism roshni mein chamak raha tha, uski kamar ki gori chamdi ekdum makhmali, jaise koi haram ka khazana. Hira uske kareeb, uski kamar par haath rakhe, ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath usse chhed raha tha. Unka ganda khel ab poore josh mein tha, chat ke sannate mein unki masti bhari siskiyan goonj rahi thi. Hira ne Noor ke kaan ke paas apna chehra le jaya, dheeme se kaha, “Meri rani, zara apni wo dikha na, main toh bas uske liye mara ja raha hoon.” Usne apni aankh maari, uski awaaz ek gandi si masti se bhari thi. Noor ne ek tez siski nikali, sharmate hue apne haath se chehra chhupaya, aur boli, “Hira, tu kitna harami hai! Aise kaise bolta hai? Nahi dikhati, kameena!” Usne apne pair band kar liye, par uski aankhein masti se chamak rahi thi, jaise wo is khel ka poora maza le rahi ho.
Hira ne zor se hansi di, uska haath Noor ke kandhe par gaya, aur usne usse dheere se kheenchkar kaha, “Arre, meri jaan, itna sharma kyun rahi hai? Tujhe toh pata hai, yeh sab maine tere liye hi intezaam kiya hai. Bas ek jhalak, phir dekh kaise tujhe rani banaunga iss gande bed par.” Noor ne sharmili muskurahat di, apne honth kaat liye, aur ek gandi si awaaz mein kaha, “Achha, thik hai, dekh lo, par bas dekhna, kameena!” Usne apne pair thoda sa khole, pyjama abhi pehne hue, aur uski yeh shaitani masti Hira ke chehre par ek badi si hasi laayi. Hira ne uske kareeb apna chehra jhukaya, jaise koi toffee ka wrapper dekh raha ho, aur bola, “Wah, meri rani, yeh toh bilkul komal hai, ab toh main tera poora deewana ho gaya!” Noor ne chhoti si hansi ke saath uske sir par dheere se chanta maara, boli, “Bas, Hira, ab hadd mat kar, warna main wapas chali jaungi!” Par uska hasna aur Hira ka kameenapan ek ganda josh jaga raha tha, jaise chat par koi haram ka tamasha chal raha ho.
Meri nazar un par tiki thi, par kabhi idhar-udhar bhi jati, yeh dekhne ke liye ki koi unhe na pakad le. Dil dhadak raha tha, cuckpan ka nasha meri rooh mein sama raha tha. Tabhi Noor ki hasne ki awaaz kaanon mein padi, ek aisi hansi jo maine pehle kabhi na suni thi, gandi aur sharmili ka mishran. Maine dhyan us taraf lagaya. Meri Noor aur uska ashiq masti mein baatein kar rahe the, Noor has-has kar jawab de rahi thi. Hira ne uski kamar sehlate hue kaha, “Baby, teri yeh chikni chut toh bilkul mithai jaisi hai.” Noor ne halki si hansi di, sharmate hue boli, “Hat, pagle, tu bhi na!” Hira ne apna haath uske pyjama ke kinaare par phiraya, jaise koi haram ka khazana kholne ki koshish kar raha ho, aur dheere se uske gale par ek ganda sa chumma liya. Noor ne ek siski nikali, aisi awaaz jo meri bibi ke muh se pehle kabhi na aayi thi, ek ganda josh aur masti ka toofan. Uske haath Hira ke baalon mein gaye, aur wo uski is shaitani mein poora sath de rahi thi, jaise yeh haram ka khel uske liye zindagi ka nasha ban gaya ho. Main apne lund ko masalta raha, har siski meri rooh mein teer ki tarah chubh rahi thi.
Hira Noor ko beinteha chumta raha, uske gale se kandhe tak, uski kamar par haath neeche sarkate hue, jaise koi bhookha shikari apne shikar ka maza le raha ho. Noor ne kuch pal baad use dheere se dhakka diya, thoda door kiya. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, wo hanf rahi thi, aur usne us kameene ki chhati par mukka maar kar kaha, “Janwar kahin ka!” Dono zor se hasne lage, unki hansi chat ke andhere mein goonj rahi thi, ek aisa tamasha jo mere cuckpan ke liye ek ganda sukoon tha. Noor ke sharir par sirf bra thi, uski kurti aur dupatta bedsheet ka kaam kar rahe the, aur baki kapde zameen par bikhre pade the. Mera dil haule-haule dhadak raha tha, par usme ek gazab ki khumari thi. Raat ki thandi hawa mein main ek premi jodi ko dekh raha tha, unka yeh haram ka khel mere liye ek nasha tha.
Tabhi Hira ki awaaz kaanon mein aayi, “Baby, mujhe bhukh lagi hai.” Noor ne chehak kar jawab diya, “Chalo, neeche raat ka khana bacha hua hai.” Hira ne kameeni hansi di, “Nahi, baby, mujhe teri us cheez ki bhukh hai.” Noor ki halki awaaz mein ek sawaal aaya, “Kya…?” Hira ne apne daant dikhate hue bola, “Teri chut ki bhukh hai, meri jaan.” Noor ne bade adaa se jawab diya, “Babu, mauka toh diya hai, tu hi der kar raha hai, kha na jee bhar ke!” Yeh sun main khud ko rok na saka, mera lund phir paani ugalne laga, saansein tezi se chali, aur mere saamne Hira ne Noor ke pairon ko thoda sa failaya, apna chehra uske kareeb le jaya, jaise koi bhookha aadmi mithai ke tukde ke liye taras raha ho. Noor ke muh se ek tez siski nikli, “Umm, hai re… aaaaah,”.
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