Small but hot sex stories. ( Collected from Net )

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Mansi or Budha Naukar

Namaste doston. Mera naam Mansi hai, aur main ek 27 saal ki shaadi-shuda aurat hu. Main achi dikhti hu. Rang bilkul gora, (like American Blonde) chehra saaf, kahin bhi badan par baalon ki namo-nishan nahi, aur khaas baat ye thi ki mera badan bahut tandurust aur sexy hai.

Mere pati mujhe roz gym bhejte the, yoga class karwate the, aur beauty parlour lagbhag har saptaah jaati thi apne baal aur skin ko sawaarne ke liye, oil massage aur pussy ko shave karne ke liye. Use sex mein bahut interest tha, aur wo chaahta tha ki main apne badan ko yakayak mast bana ke rakhu. Use mere boobs pasand the. Isiliye shaadi ke baad se meri chhaati par size badhane wali cream lagati thi.
Lagbhag teen saal mein mera size 38″ ho gaya tha. Meri waistline 28″ ki thi, aur uske baad hips 40″ ke the. Meri jaanghen (thighs) mast thi. Makkhan jaise soft aur bade-bade, phoole hue. Pussy gulabi thi, aur behad mulayam jo koi bhi mard ko bhaa jaye. Kam kapdon mein main bahut hot dikhti thi, aur kisi bhi mard ko vasna se pagal karne ki kabliyat thi meri.
Ek baar aisa hua ki mere husband ne ek nayi job le li, aur uska transfer Bihar ke Darbhanga zila mein ho gaya. Tankhwah achi thi, Bungalow aur gaadi bhi diye gaye the. Jo Bungalow hum logon ko mila, uski rakhwali karne ke liye ek Bihari aadmi tha. Uska naam tha Hiralal. Uski kaafi umar ho gayi thi, kareeb 60 ki.
Kaano mein lambe-lambe baal the, lekin sar bilkul ganja (bald) tha, aur skin kaali thi, koyle jaisi, aur ghane baalon se dhaki hui. Wo bahut hi hatte-katte aur kaafi mote the. Uske bade-bade hath the. Kaafi mota pichwada tha, badi-badi jaanghen, aur dekhne mein ek pehalwan jaisa lagta tha.
Wo shayad pan-masala khaata tha, isiliye uske daant kaale pad gaye the. Ganda dikhta tha. Kapde bhi gande the. Shayad nahata nahi tha. Usko jab main pehli baar dekhi, to mujhe acha nahi laga, kaale bhediye jaisa. Jab main gaadi se utri, to wo mujhe hawas bhari nazron se ghoor raha tha, uski nazar meri chhaati par thi. Mujhe darr bhi tha aur sharam bhi.
Mere husband sath the, isiliye us din maine ek bahut hi low-cut blouse pehna tha, jisme kareeb poore boobs aaram se dikh jaate the. Peeth bhi poori nangi thi neeche tak. Saree pehni hui thi, aur shayad ghabrahat mein mera pallu Hiralal ke saamne gir gaya tha.
Fir usne usne bhare boobs ko achi tarah se dekh liya. Uski aankhe  badi ho gaye mere boobs dekh kar, aur wo aankhen phaad kar dekhta raha. Wo jeebh se apne hontho ko sehla raha tha. Mere aadhe nange badan ne use hawas aur vaasna se bhar diya tha. Mujhe achi tarah yaad nahi kitni der tak main uske saamne thi, lekin baad mein jo hadse hone lage, usme mujhe sab kuch pata chal gaya.
Main gaadi mein samaan ko ikattha kar rahi thi, jab achanak se “click” ki awaaz mere kaano mein padi. Jab main sar utha kar dekhi to pata chala ki Hiralal gaadi ke darwaze par tha, aur  mere boobs ki photo nikaal raha tha.
“Photo mat lo”, maine kaha “Ye achi baat nahi. Please delete kar do.”
“Ghabrao nahi malkin, ye sirf main aur mere kuch khaas dost hi dekhenge. Aapke boobs bahut hi pyare hai.”
“Chee! Gandi baatein mujhe pasand nahi”, maine jawab diya.
“Isme gandagi ki kya baat hai Malkin? Sundar boobs hai aapke, aur poore khule bhi rakhte ho sab ko dikhane ke liye. To fir koi dekhe to ghabrahat kyun?”, wo muskurate hue bola.
Uske muh se ye sab gandi baat sun kar main hairan ho gayi. Bilkul besharam tha buddha. Mann hi mann khud ki tareef achi bhi lagi, kyunki kisi ne bhi aisa nahi kaha tha mujhe directly. Bahut laaj aa rahi thi kyunki usne bola uske doston ko bhi dikhayega.
Gaadi mein baith kar main apna samaan le rahi thi jab wo bhi gaadi ke andar aa gaya, aur mere paas baith gaya. Wo bhi madad karne ke bahane paas aaya aur mera ek boob daboch liya uske bhaari hatho mein.
“Kya kar rahe ho?”, main poochi.
Apne hatho se koshish kar rahi thi uske hath ko nikaal fenku, par nahi nikaal saki. Zor se mera boob jakad rakha tha usne.
“Ghabraiye nahi malkin, zara pyar kar lu”, usne bola, aur usne mere chhoti fitting waale blouse se poora boos nikaal liya, aur masalne laga zor-zor se.
“Koi dekh lega”, main daanti usko, “Pati bhi hai sath mein, chhodho.”
Us samay koi nahi tha. Husband ghar ke andar chale gaye the samaan rakhne ke liye.
“Do minute rukiye malkin”, usne bola, meri bilkul nangi chuchiyon ko nichodhte hue. Bahut chaalu tha buddha.
Gaadi ki backseat mein baith kar main use rok rahi thi, lekin wo kyun chhodhta mujhe asaani se? Mauka acha tha uske liye.
“Bahut komal ho aap malkin, makkhan jaisi”, usne bola.
Sharam se paani-paani ho rahi thi main. Shareer andar se bahut hot ho gaya tha uske bhaari hatho mein. Wo zor se masal raha tha dono boobs, jaise aatta goonth raha ho.
“Hiralal ji, chhodhiye please”, maine binti ki. Aur koi chaara nahi tha.
“Ek minute shanti se baitho. Zara parakh lu aapko.”
Main kuch der baith gayi, aur wo mere boobs ko dekh raha tha, aur zor-zor se dabate hue maza le raha tha ache se.
Itne mein mere husband ki awaaz aayi, aur jhat se wo mujhe chhodh diya. Bach gayi main.
Chaalu Bihari samaan uthane ke dikhawa karne laga. Main samajh gayi ki uska irada nek nahi tha. Pehli baar kisi gair mard ka hath meri chuchiyon ko chhua, wo bhi bilkul nangi. Mujhe ghinn aa rahi thi is harkat se.
“Aa jao malkin, andar chalte hai. Aapko naya ghar dikhayenge”, usne hass kar kaha mujhe, aur mera hath uske hatho mein lekar mujhe Bungalow ke andar le jaane laga. Maine apna hath chhudhwane ki koshish ki, lekin usne zor se jakad rakha tha, aur masal raha tha. Mere komal hatho ko chhoo kar use kaafi maza aa raha tha hoga.
“Hath chhodho mera”, main gusse se boli.
“Koi nahi dekhega”, usne jawab diya.
Husband ne ye sab nahi dekha, shukar hai. Kyunki wo samaan utaar raha tha gaadi se.
Uska pehla din tha office mein, isliye wo mujhe chhodh kar office jaane waale the.
“Malkin ka khayaal rakhna, Hiralal ji”, usne kaha.
“Saab aap jaiye. Chinta ki koi baat nahi. Main Malkin ka poori tarah se khayaal rakhunga. Sab kaam kar doonga. Aap nischint hoke jaiye.
“Main office se phone karunga. Agar kuch dikkat hui to bol dena. Late ho jaunga shaam ko. Aur ek baat, koi bhi problem hone par phone kar dena. Mera number to hai aapke pass?”
“Ji saab ji, hai, main phone kar doonga aapko”, Hiralal bole.
“Dekho Mansi tum yaha nayi ho. Hiralal ko saari jaankari hai, to wo jaisa bole tum karna”, hubby ne mujhe kaha. “Karogi na?” wo pooche. Wo nahi dekhe ki mera hath us Bihari ke hath mein tha.
“Ji theek hai”, maine jawab diya. Mann hi mann soch rahi thi ki kyun usne aisa kaha Hiralal ke saamne. Ghabrahat ho rahi thi.
“Sune ho malkin? Abhi aap meri nigrani mein rahoge”, wo Bihari ne mujhko bola. “Meri baat maanni padegi.” Maine koi jawab nahi diya, isliye wo fir bola, “Sunte liya, Malkin?”
“Haa suna”, maine jawab diya. Doosra koi chaara nahi tha.
“Main office ke liye nikalta hu Mansi, der ho rahi hai”, husband ne bola. Aisa keh kar wo apni gaadi mein baithe, aur chale gaye.

Abhi main Hiralal ji ke sath akeli thi. Wo mera hath pakde hue tha. Wo mere hath ko pyar se mal raha tha bina ruke. Jab tak hum log ghar ke andar nahi pahunche aisa hi chalta raha. Mujhe gussa bhi aa rahi thi aur behad sharam bhi. 60 saal ka Buddha aur main uski beti jaisi 27 saal ki. Is aadmi se sex ke baare mein soch bhi nahi sakti thi.

Lekin itna pehelwan tha Hiralal, ki mujhe kuch-kuch hone laga tha andar hi andar se. Aise mard se kabi nahi chudwayi thi pehle. Dil dhadak raha tha. Dhadkane tez ho gayi thi.
Hiralal ne hath ko chhodha aur bola, “Aap naha lo malkin. Bathroom mein sab kuch rakha hai. Garam paani bhi hai. Main thodi der mein aata hu. Aapke liye sharbat launga.” Ye bol kar wo hassa. Uski aankhen hawas se bhari thi, aur mujhe gandi nazron se dekh raha tha.
“Theek hai”, maine jawab diya. Uske jaane ke baad main nahane chali gayi. Nahane ke baad maine saree pehan li. Sochi thi wo chhoti blouse uske saamne nahi pehnungi, lekin dil ne kaha usme kya hai. Mera badan acha aur sexy tha, to dikhane mein kaisi sharam?
Ye soch kar maine wahi blouse pehna, aur face ko achi tarah se makeup kar liya. Bilkul laal glossy lipstick lagayi hontho par. Bilkul randi lag rahi thi main. Blouse ke neeche maine meri sabse chhoti kaale rang ki bra pehni, jo nipples ke alawa kuch nahi chhupati thi.
Petticoat utaar kar maine ek bahut hi chhoti kaale rang ki ek skirt pehan li, jisme mere dono pair bilkul nage dikh jaate upar tak. Chut bhi aadhi dikh jati thi. Bagair saree ke agar wo mujhe dekha, to behosh kar doongi usko, maine socha mann hi mann.
Kareeb paanch baje Hiralal wapas aa gaye. “Aap sirf mere sath pal bitao, maze karenge dono,” Hiralal ne hass kar kaha. Uski baaton se sex ki boo aa rahi thi.
Maine koi jawab nahi diya. Bahut hi ghanchakkar tha harami Buddha, mann hi mann soch rahi thi. Lagta nahi tha ki wo mujhe asaani se chhodhega aaj ke din.
Abhi main bilkul akeli thi Hiralal ke sath. Usne mujhe dekhte hue kaha, “Ab aap free ho mere sath. Kuch khayenge piyenge aur gappe maarenge.” “Kya bolte ho?,” Usne poocha.
“Theek hai Hiralal ji”, maine jawab diya. Uski aankhon mein sex ki bhookh thi.
“Main sharbat laya hu aapke liye, malkin”, usne kaha mujhe bottle dete hue, “Pee jao.” Pyaas to mujhe bhi lagi thi, kyunki bahut hi garmi thi. Apni haalat dekh kar mere paseene choot rahe the. Maine sharbat ki bottle kholi aur peene lagi. Achi lagi. Kuch raahat mili. Mujhe ye nahi pata tha ki us sharbat mein usne sex badhane ki goli mila di thi (baad mein pata chala).
Pehle kuch pal main theek thi, uske baad nasha shuru ho gaya. Chakkar se aane lage the, aur main behad garam ho gayi thi. Sex ki bechaini, aur chut se paani behne laga tha. Main hairan hui, kyunki aisa pehle kabhi bhi feel nahi hua tha.
Hiralal baith kar sab kuch dekh raha tha, aur main unpacking karne ke bahane bana rahi thi use avoid karne ke liye. Achanak se wo uth gaya, aur mere hath ko pakda. “Mere sath chaliye malkin”, usne mujhe apne paas kheenchte hue bola.
“Abhi mujhe kuch kaam hai”, maine jawab diya.
“Kaam to mera hai aapke sath, chaliye”, usne bola aur mujhe sath le gaya bedroom mein. Usne mujhe room ke andar kiya, aur darwaza band karte hue kaha, “Main kisi kaam mein deri nahi karta.”
Main kaafi duvidha mein thi. Shareer garam ho chuka tha, aur nasha bhi ho raha tha. Wo peeche se aaya, aur saree ke neeche se mere boobs ko dono hatho se pyar karne laga.
“Zara dekhu to malkin, kya chhupa rakhe ho aap choli ke peeche?”, usne bola aur mere dono boobs ko chaaron taraf se apne dono hatho se malne laga.
“Aapke boobs dekhne hai mujhe, malkin, bilkul nange”, usne kaha, aur hath se mere boobs ka naap lene laga.
“Size acha hai, lekin mujhe aur bade chahiye”, usne bola, “jitne bade ho utna maza aata hai dabane mein.”
Kuch der wo masalta raha. Fir bola, “Waah malkin, kaafi bade banaye ho. Baahar se pata nahi chalta. Hatho mein lene ke baad hi pata chalta hai. Mast hai malkin. Bilkul naram aur garam hai.”
Main sharam se paani-paani ho rahi thi. Kabhi bhi kisi ne aisa nahi kaha, ya itni besharmi se mujhko chhua tha. Usne dono boobs ko kass ke pakda hua tha apne bade-bade hatho se.
“Ye galat baat hai Hiralal ji. Main aapki beti ki umar ki hu,” main boli.
“Isiliye to sambhog karna chaahta hu bade pyaar se”, usne haste hue openly bola. “Mujhe aapke jaisi kamuk ladki pasand hai.”
Mere kaan pak gaye ye baat sun kar. Harami! Badan bilkul garam. Paraye mard ke hath boobs par padte hi chut se apne aap paani behne laga tha. Dil nahi maan raha tha, lekin shareer ko chahiye tha.
“Chhodh mat saale! Jakde raho!”, Baatein mann mein aayi.
“Chalo malkin, kapde utaar ke boobs dikhao mujhe”, wo bola aur mere kaano ke peeche choomne laga. “Gaadi mein to dikhaya tha, ab asal mein dikha do poore nange”, wo mere kaano mein bola.
“Waise bhi aap aate hi mujhe dikha diye the. Tab se bechain hu aapko poora nanga dekhne ke liye.”
Kuch pal main sochi, fir boli, “Agar dikhaungi to mujhe aap chale jaoge?”, maine poocha.
“Pehle main jaisa bolu waisa karo malkin, fir main sochunga.”
“Theek hai chhodhiye”, maine kaha, “Dikhati hu.”
“Ye hui na baat”, wo khush ho gaya, aur mujhe kahin le jaane laga.
“Kahan le jaa rahe ho mujhe?”, maine poocha.
“Aayine ke saamne dekhunga aapko”, wo bola. Wo mujhe ek bade aayine ke saamne le gaya. Aayine mein usko mujhe choote hue dekh kar mujhe bahut laaj aa rahi thi.
“Aap kapde utaro main aayine mein dekhunga”, usne kaha.
Maine saree ka pallu firse gira diya. Usne jhat se meri saree utaar di.
“Wow”, uske muh se hairani ki awaaz aa gayi. Aayine main bas skirt mein thi. “Kya lagti ho aap malkin, waah!” Mujhe chhoti skirt mein dekh kar wo garam ho raha tha, aur uska lund phool gaya. Ab uske hatho mein jaise jaan aa gayi thi, aur wo boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga.
Mere muh se “aaah” nikal aayi.
“Dekhiye Malkin aapko bhi maza aa rahi hai. Jab gaadi mein aapke dono doodh dekhe the pehli baar, tabhi choosne ko mann kiya”, wo bola. Maine ab blouse ke hooks khol diye the, aur usne blouse utaar diya, aur mujhe chhoti bra mein dekh kar hairan reh gaya.
“Arre baap re!” wo haste hue bola, “Mast dikti hai re tu, is fit wali bra mein, aur is chhoti si chaddi mein,” ye keh kar wo mujhe aayine mein ghoorne laga. Mere boobs ko bade pyar se sehlate hue usne mere kaano ko chaata aur bola, “Aap ise hi roz pehna karo, jab bhi mere mere sath rahoge, Malkin. Itne kapde kaafi hai aapke liye, saree aur blouse kis liye? Ghar pe mere sath aise hi rehna. Theek hai?”
Maine sar hilaya. “Dekh lo saale kitna dekhna hai! Loot lo mere ko!”, Main mann mein sochi. “Ek pehalwan se chudwaungi. Dekhne mein bura hai, kaala hai to kya hua? Body to mast hai, aur shayad chodne mein bhi.” Main samajh gayi thi ki wo aaj mujhe nahi chhodhne wala tha.
Ab uska ek hath neeche ki aur gaya, aur meri chut ko pakda.

Aayine mein sab kuch saaf dikh raha tha. Uske bade hath bilkul kaale, meri gori chut ko masal rahe the. Meri saans phoolne lagi. Ek ungli chut ke andar dali, aur kaha, “Aap to taiyaar ho chuki ho malkin, mera lund loge?” usne poocha, “Bahut maza doonga aapko. Abhi saab bhi nahi hai. Acha mauka hai.”

Main to jaise sharam se laal peeli ho gayi thi. Kuch bhi nahi boli main.
“Kuch to boliye malkin?”, usne firse poocha.
“Aaj nahi”, main boli.
“To fir kab?”
“Kisi aur din.”
“Abhi to bahut garam ho gaye ho. Agar lund kisi din lena hi hai to aaj hi se shuru karte hai.”
Main chup rahi.
“Sharmayiye nahi malkin, boliye loge?”
“Hiralal ji aapki marzi”, mere muh se nikal gaya.
“Badhiya, to fir aaj maze karenge.”
Wo khush ho gaya, aur uska phoola hua lund mere buttocks ke beech, gaand ke upar ragadne laga. Meri bhi haalat buri thi. Behad lund ki zaroorat aan padi thi. Uska lund kaafi mota tha aur mere buttocks ke beech phool gaya tha. Wo chodne ko taiyaar tha.
“Chalo bistar pe”, wo bola, “Aapki chut zara chakh lu.” Wo mujhe bistar pe le gaya, aur mujhe lita diya, aur bina kuch kapde khole mere badan ke upar aa gaya.
“Meri lungi utaar dijiye malkin,” wo bola.
Maine uski lungi utaar di, aur wo apna bada lund meri chut par ragadne laga. Mujhe kass ke baahon mein bhar liya aur bola, “Mera lund pakdo malkin, aur chut ke andar lelo pyar se. Ye aapki amanat ho gaya abhi se. Apni chut mein leke khoob khelna iske sath din-raat.” Uski gandi-gandi baaton se main hot ho gayi thi bilkul. Chut bhi ready ho chuki thi.
“Bolo na malkin, kheloge?”, usne dobara poocha.
“Haa”, maine jawab diya, aur ek randi ki tarah uske kaale aur mote lund ko pakad kar apni chut mein dali.
“Shabaash! Ab dikhaunga, aap bhi neeche se dhakke lagao”, usne kaha, aur isi tarah uska lund mere andar thuk gaya.
“Poora lo malkin. Aaaah bahut tight hai re aapki chut. Kya chut hai. Maza aa gaya”, wo bola.
Ab wo mujhe zor-zor se chodne laga.
“Aapko dekhte hi malkin, chodne ko mann kiya. Abhi main khush hu aapko paa kar”, usne kaha.
“Aapne kabhi bihari lund liya hai pehle, malkin?”, wo poocha.
“Nahi,” maine jawab diya.
“Abhi kaisa lag raha hai aapko?”
“Acha lag rahi hai.”
“Kitna acha?”
“Bahut acha.”
“Ye hui na baat”, usne khush hoke bola, “Ab se Bihari lund hi lena. Main sab intezam kar doonga. Loge na malkin bolo?”
“Ha.”
“Malik se mera lund bada hai ya chhota?”
“Bada hai”, main boli.
“8 inch ka hai mera. Ab se tera ho gaya.” Ye bol kar usne mujhe jakad liya. Uske hath mere do buttocks ko kass ke pakde hue the, aur wo bin ruke zor-zor se chut maar raha tha.
Aisi chudai kabhi bhi nahi hui thi meri, aur main to maano pagal si ho gayi thi, aur muh se awaaz karne lagi thi aaah aaah aah.
“Hiralal ji kariye, kariye, aur zor se”, mere muh se mann ki baat nikal gayi.
Meri aahen aur baatein sun kar wo khush tha, aur poora lund andar-baahar kar raha tha. Itni zor se chod raha tha ki mere hosh udd gaye the.
“Mujhe zor se jakad lo malkin. Aapki baahon mein bhar lo. Pairo ko meri peeth pe uthayiye pyar se.”
Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi, par besharmon ki tarah maine use apni baahon mein jakad liya, aur pairon ko utha kar uski kamar mein lapet di.
“Haa aise hi lipte raho. Bahut acha lag raha hai”, usne bola. “Bahut dino ke baad achi chut mili hai.”
Kareeb 15 minute hum dono ne chudai ki. Main to jaise uski biwi ban gayi thi. Bahut sukh mil raha tha pehelwan ki bhaari chudai mein. Chut hot ho gayi thi poori.
“Aapki biwi hai?”, Maine poochi.
“Ab to aap hi ho, malkin”, wo bole muskurate hue. “Waise meri do biwiyan hai gaon mein, aap teesri ban gayi ho.”
Hum dono ab pati-patni ki tarah chudai kar rahe the. Lund ko lagataar meri chut mein chalate hue usne mujhe kiss bhi karne laga uski gande muh se. Baas aa rahi thi uske muh se, lekin main madhosh thi, aur apni jeebh uske muh ke andar daal ke uski jeebh ko chaat rahi thi. Uske bade lund ne mujhe pagal kar diya tha.
“Aap ho na meri biwi ab?” Usne muh utha kar mujhe dekha, aur poocha. Meri aankhen band thi.
“Malkin, chalo aankhen kholo, aur mujhe dekho.”
Maine dekha, wo ab swarg mein tha. Mujhe dekh kar muskura raha tha.
“Ab main aapka doosra pati”, wo bola. “Chudai karte waqt mujhe baat karna pasand hai. Isliye aap bhi mere se baat karo. Bolo kuch.” Main sharmayi aur hassi.
“Mujhe sharam aati hai Hiralal ji”, maine boli.
“Apne pati se sharam kaisi, malkin?”
Wo mujhe lagataar chod raha tha. Itna time kabhi bhi nahi ki thi pehle. Husband ka 10-15 minute mein ho jata tha, par Hiralal mujhe aadhe ghante se chod raha tha. Beech-beech mein rukta, apna lund andar ghusa kar. Lekin chudai jaise khatam hi na ho.
“Baar-baar malkin mat boliye.”
“To kya bolu?”
“Mansi boliye”, maine jawab diya.
“Haye meri Mansi, kya cheez hai re tu”, usne vasna bhari awaaz mein bola, aur mujhe chodte chala gaya.
Main bhi usse lipti rahi thi, apni chut use dete hue.
Kuch 25 minute hum dono sex mein magan the. Tabhi mera phone baj utha.
Main chaunk gayi. Mere husband ka phone tha.
“Chhodho Hiralal ji, mere pati ka phone hai”, main boli.
“Main bhi to tera pati hu Mansi rani. Tu baat kar le, lekin mujhse lipti reh. Phone mein wo thodi dekhega?”, Hiralal ne aankh maari, aur haste hue bole.
Main phone utha li, aur Hiralal tab bhi chut chod rahe the zor-zor se.
“Hello kaisi ho?”, Husband ne poocha.
“Main theek hu.”
Meri achi tarah chudai ho rahi thi.
“Teri awaaz ko kya ho gaya hai? Kuch ukhdi-ukhdi hui lag rahi hai.”
“Soyi hui hu”, maine bola.
Husband se baat karte dekh Hiralal meri chut ko bhari maar de raha tha. Mujhe darr tha ki kuch bhi aah mere muh se na nikal jaye chudai ki madhodhi mein.
“Kis liye phone kiya?”, maine poocha.
“Dekho main boss ke sath project site jaunga. So aaj nahi aa paunga. Tumko akele hi rehna padega, sorry”, husband ne bola.
“Theek hai”, maine jawab diya.
“Hiralal ji hai?”
Chaunk gayi main. Apne hosh sambhalte hue boli, “Pata nahi dekhna padega.”
“Usko bolo mujhe phone kare, abhi”, husband bola.
“Thodi der baad”, bol ke maine phone kaat diya, aur Hiralal se lipat gayi. Bahut maza aa raha tha.
Hiralal ne mujhko jakad liya, “Kya hua?”
“Wo aaj nahi aa payenge”, maine bataya.
“Haye re Mansi, kya khabar sunayi. Fir to aaj poori raat jam kar chudai hogi teri.”
“Jaise aap chaaho. Usne kaha aap usko phone kare.”
“Kar lenge baad mein, abhi to tumhe mere lund ka doodh dena hai.”
“Nahi Hiralal ji, aap condom pehan lo”, main boli.
“Mujhe tere andar daalna hai Mansi rani.”
“Pregnant ho jaungi to?”, main ghabra gayi.
“Wahi to chaahta hu. Mera beej tujhe bachha de. Mujhe tumhara dudh peena hai jee bhar ke in chuchiyon se,” mere boobs ko dabate hue usne kaha.
“Nahi. Please condom use kar lo”, main gidgidayi.
“Mansi tu taiyaar hai? Mera rass nikalne wali hai.”
“Hum dono chudai mein doobe the, isiliye mere muh se uske kaano mein nikal gaya, “Haa, daal do bheetar abhi.”
“Mujhe kass ke pakdo. Teri chut dedo mujhe poori tarah se.”
Lipte hue the dono jaise ki ek ho. “De di”, main boli chudai ke nashe mein, usne mere do buttocks ko zor se pakad liya, aur mujhe achi tarah kheench liya uske lund par. Kuch minute zor-zor se choda. Fir mujhe poore zor se chipak liya, aur uska beej daal diya mere garbh mein. Bahut saara rass nikla, aur main chillane lagi
“Aaaaaaah”.
Uske garam beej ne jaise meri chut ko nehla diye.
“Lelo Mansi, meri jaan, sab tumhare liye hai”, wo kaano mein bola.
Fir hum lipte hue so gaye ek sath. Us raat Hiralal ne 8 baar mujhe choda, aur paani andar daala.