Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 17

“Maa ki badi gaand hi is sab ka kaaran bani hai.”

Jab villa ka darwaza hamare peeche click karke band hua, toh jaise poori hawa hi badal gayi. Davendra ne lock lagaya, apni black suit jacket utaar kar sofa par phenki aur black tie dheeli kar di.


Mummy bedroom ke bilkul beech mein khadi thi, peeli silk saree mein, bilkul taazi genda-phoolon jaisa rang, pallu har saans ke saath kandhe se dheere-dheere fisal raha tha. Resort ki halki golden roshni mein silk uski gori skin par aisi chamak rahi thi jaise sona pighla hua ho.


Davendra bade se bed ke kinare par baith gaya, taange phailee hui, abhi bhi crisp white shirt aur black waistcoat mein, bilkul raat ka maalik lag raha tha. Pehle ek shabd nahi bola, bas usse dekhta raha.


Mummy ki ungliyaan pallu ke kinare par pahunchi aur usne usse poora girne diya. Neeche ka blouse low-cut, sleeveless, bhaari-bhaari boobs ke bojh se kasa hua. Usne heels utaar di, nange paaon thandi marble par, aur dheere-dheere uski taraf badhne lagi.


“Maine usse jhooth bola,” usne kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. “Apne pati ki aankhon mein dekh kar kaha ki sar mein dard hai. Usko galon par kiss lene diya jabki main toh tere liye pehle se hi poori geeli ho chuki thi.”


Davendra ki aankhein ekdum gahri aur kaali ho gayi. “Idhar aa, Prisha.”
Usne aakhri kadam bharte hue uski dono jaanghon ke beech khadi ho gayi. Davendra ne haath badhaya, saree ke border ko chhua jahaan woh petticoat mein khunsi thi, phir dheere se kheencha.


Pleats ek-ek karke dheeli hoti gayi, silk uske kamar se jaise pighla hua sona beh raha ho, poori saree uske paaon ke paas jaakar dher ban gayi. Neeche sirf ek chhoti si black thong thi aur wahi blouse, bra nahi, dono nipple sakht ho kar patle kapde se saaf ubhar rahe the.


“Ghodon par baith,” usne dheeme lekin hukumat bhare andaaz mein kaha.
Mummy ekdum se ghutno par baith gayi, peeli saree zameen par bhool gayi. Uske haath sidhe uski belt par gaye, ungliyaan zaroorat se kaanp rahi thi, mahange leather ki buckle kholte hue.


“Poori shaam tere lund ke baare mein sochti rahi,” usne saans phoolte hue kaha, upar dekh kar poori ibadat bhari aankhon se. “Jab bhi party mein tu paas aaya baat karne, jab bhi tera haath meri kamar par chhua jabki Kishore bilkul paas khada tha… main table ke neeche apni jaanghein dabaati rahi, muh se cheekh na nikal jaaye.”


Davendra ne apni ungliyaan uske khule baalon mein daali aur chehra upar uthaya. “Ab tujhe rokna nahi padega.”
Usne zip dheere-dheere, pooja ki tarah neeche ki, black trouser ke andar haath daal kar usse azaad kiya.


Uska lund bahar nikla, mota, bhaari, pehle se sakht, thoda upar ki taraf mudta hua, gahra sar geela-geela chamak raha tha.








Mummy ne usse dekhte hi halki si beqabu, siski bhari aawaaz nikali.
“Bhagwan, kitna pasand hai mujhe yeh lund,” usne dheeme se kaha, dono garam haathon se shaft ko pakad kar. 


“Kishore se kitna zyada mota… kitna zyada lamba… duniya ki sabse kharab biwi lagti hoon main yeh kehte hue, lekin main is lund ki poori tarah se lati ho chuki hoon.”


“Toh dikha mujhe,” Davendra ne dheemi lekin hukumat bhari aawaaz mein kaha.
Mummy aage jhuki, sar par naram, ibadat bhara kiss kiya, phir hoth khol kar usse andar liya. 

Pehli slide bilkul dheere, jaan-bujhkar, laal lipstick ke halke nishaan chhodti hui ek-ek inch andar leti gayi, aankhein band ho gayi poori khushi mein.


Jab uske hoth base tak pahunch gaye, wahan ruk gayi, gala uske aas-paas kaam kar raha tha, phir geeli saans ke saath peeche hati, laar thodi par chamakne lagi.


“Tera taste kitna miss kiya maine,” usne rukhi aawaaz mein confess kiya, dono haathon se sehlaate hue, jeebh sar ke aas-paas ghoom rahi thi. “Aur yeh geela hona kitna miss kiya jab main aisa karti hoon…” Usne slit chaat liya aur halke se moan ki jab ek aur boond precum uski jeebh par aayi.


“Mujhe aankhon mein dekhte hue choos,” usne hukum diya.
Usne aankhein us par jama li aur dobara gehra liya, gaal andar dhase hue, jeebh neeche ki taraf poori dabaayi hui.


Aawaazein bilkul gandi, geeli, perfect thi – muh se glug-glug-glug nikal raha tha, ek haath uske andon ko kapde ke upar se dheere sehlata hua, doosra base par dheere-dheere ghumata hua.


Har kuchh second baad muh nikaal kar baat karti, aawaaz lust se tooti hui:
“Ab jab Kishore mujhe kiss karta hai main aankhein band kar leti hoon aur sochti hoon tu hi hai.”
Phir dobara gehra.


“Kabhi party se ghar jaate waqt car mein khud ko chhuti hoon, yaad karke ki tune kuchh ghante pehle usi room mein mere gale mein jhada tha.”
Aur ek gehra, laalchi dhakka muh mein.


“Aaj raat tera paani chahiye Davendra ji… har boond nigal jaungi taaki kal subah jab apne pati ko good morning kiss doon tab bhi tera taste mere muh mein rahe.”


Phir usne tez, bhookhe attack kiya, laar thodi par tapak rahi thi aur blouse ke andar bhaari boobs par gir rahi thi. Davendra ne baal pakad kar rhythm guide kiya, kamar dheere-dheere hilate hue uska muh dheere possessive andaaz mein choda.


Main bedroom ke darwaze ke bahar andhere mein chhupa khada tha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, muththi kaasi hui, apni maa ko blouse aur chhoti thong mein ghodon par baitha dekh raha tha jaise ek pakki randi, jabki Papa door party mein hans-khel rahe the, bilkul bekhabar.


Aur main dekhna band nahi kar pa raha tha.
Mummy ka muh Davendra ke mote kaale lund ke aas-paas poora khincha hua tha, laal lipstick shaft ke aadhe tak mess ban chuki thi. 


Har baar jab woh aage badhti, hoth patle ho jaate aur chamakte, ubhari hui nasen uski jeebh par pulse karti feel hoti thi.
Pehle dheere leti, har inch ka maza leti, mota sar gale ke peeche tak chhoo jaaye, phir geeli saans ke saath peeche, laar ka silver dhaaga neeche ke hoth se sar tak lata aur toot kar thodi par girta.


Room mein uski ibadat ki geeli rhythm bhari thi: halke gluck aur wet pop, kabhi-kabhi gale se nikalti moan jo seedhe uske andar tak vibrate karti.


Main andhere mein khada, muththi itni zor se band ki naakhun haathon mein gadh gaye, aur dimag mein gandagi ka toofaan:
Randi. Gandi kutiya. Lund ki lati.


Davendra ke bade haath uske ghane silky baalon mein poore doobe hue the. Woh zabardasti nahi kar raha tha, bas control, guide, sar bilkul waisa tilt kar raha jaise usse pasand tha, gehra karwa raha tha, phir thoda peeche kheench kar saans lene deta. Kabhi thumb se aankhon ke kone se nikalte aansoon ponchhta, bilkul pyar se.


Mummy ne ekdum se muh nikaala, bada sa wet obscene pop sound hua, saans ke liye ruk gayi, laar ka mota dhaaga swollen neeche ke hoth se uske gussey bhare kaale-bhure sar tak latka.


“Davendra ji,” woh haanpti hui, rukhi aawaaz mein, “kasam se aaj raat achhi banna chaha tha. Sach mein. Khud se kehti rahi yeh aakhri baar hoga… lekin jaise hi party se nikle aur car mein baithe, meri panty poori bheeg gayi. Main dard se pagal ho rahi hoon.”


Dono haathon se dheere sehlaati hui, twist karti hui, slit par aur precum dekh rahi thi.


“Main kitni gandi biwi lagti hoon,” usne sharam aur kaam se aankhein bhar aayi, “jab Kishore ne goodbye hug kiya, rest karne ko kaha, tab bhi sirf yahi soch rahi thi ki kitni jaldi tera lund mere muh mein wapas aa jaaye.”
Davendra ne baal pakad kar thoda kheencha taaki woh upar dekhe.


“Aur ab tu kya hai, Prisha?” usne dheemi, velvet jaisi rough aawaaz mein poochha.
“Teri randi,” usne bina socha jawab diya. “Teri shadi-shuda, lund ki bhookhi randi.”


Phir ekdum se dobara sar tak le liya, naak black pant ki khulli zip se takra gayi, gala uske aas-paas phadphada raha tha.
Wahan kuchh second tak ruki, aankhein bhar aayi, phir dheere peeche hati, gaal andar dhase, jeebh neeche dabaayi, har inch se doodh nikaalti hui.


Davendra siski bhara, kamar thodi hili.
“Haan baby… aise hi… dikha kitni shukrguzaar hai is lund ki.”
Mummy ne muh mein hi haan mein moan kiya, vibration se uski jaanghein tight ho gayi.


Ab tez bobbing, ek haath andon ko kapde ke upar se sehlaati hui, doosra base par perfect rhythm mein twist.
Laar shaft se neeche beh rahi thi, ungliyaan geeli, peeli saree par tapak rahi thi jo ghutno ke neeche thi.
Ek minute baad phir baat karne se baaz nahi aayi. Thoda muh nikaala, har shabd se hoth sar ko chhoo rahe the.


“Ab Kishore goodnight kiss karta hai toh aankhein band kar leti hoon aur sochti hoon teri jeebh hai mere muh mein. Tera taste hi nigal rahi hoon.”
Balls se lekar sar tak lambi chaat li, phir crown ke aas-paas ghoom gayi jaise duniya ka sabse tasty ice-cream ho.


“Har subah shower mein khud ko chhuti hoon yaad karke ki tune office cabin mein mere gale mein jhada tha,” woh tooti aawaaz mein boli. “Honth itna zor se kaatna padta hai taaki maid mera naam na sun le moan karte hue.”


Davendra ki saansein bhaari ho gayi. Ek haath se baal aur tight ponytail banaya aur khud rhythm set karne laga, dheere lekin jaan bujh kar stroke, baar-baar poora andar.


“Tu perfect hai,” usne taarif ki, aawaaz bhaari. “Dekh… izzatdaar Mrs. Prisha Kishore… apni saree mein ghodon par… pati ke boss ke lund par laar tapkaati hui jaise desperate randi. Kishore mar jaaye agar abhi tujhe aise dekhe.”


Mummy ne sun kar siski bhari aur zor se, tez choosne lagi, aankhein peeche chali gayi.
Ekdum se Davendra ne grip tight kiya aur poora muh se nikaal diya. Laar ka mota dhaaga hothon se lund tak latka, phir toot kar uske ubhre boobs par gir gaya.


“Bas,” usne ruke hue control se kaha. “Uth. Tujhe naachta dekhna hai.”
Mummy ne sach mein ro di, badi needy aawaaz, wapas muh mein lene ki koshish.


“Nahi please… khatam karne de… tera taste itna paas hai… please Davendra ji, choosne de… muh mein bhar de apna paani, mujhe zaroorat hai…”
Usne baalon se pakad kar door rakha.


“Pehle naach, baby,” usne duble lekin sakht kaha. “Wahi moti shadi-shuda gaand dikha jo mere khwabon mein aati hai. Phir lund milega. Iska haq ada kar.”


Mummy ki chaati tezi se upar-neeche, usne geele hoth chaate, sar hilaaya aur dheere se khadi hui, taange kaanp rahi thi. Chhoti black thong poori geeli, swollen chut par chipki hui, string poori tarah se sabse bade, gol-gol gaand ke beech gayab.


Usne peeth uski taraf ki, ek kandhe se peeche mud kar poori gandi nazron se dekha aur hilne lagi. Door party ki halki music aati thi, us par jaise paida hui ho waise naachne lagi. Haath side se upar, blouse ke upar se bhaari boobs dabaye, phir neeche kamar par.







“Yeh dekhna chahte the Davendra ji?” usne husky aawaaz mein kaha. “Aapki boring housewife sasti item-girl ki tarah gaand hilaaye?”
Davendra peeche haathon ke bal tika, lund khulli pant se bahar khaada hua.


“Aur zor se,” hukum diya. “Gaand baja ke dikha.”
Mummy ne gandi muskaan di, kamar se jhuki, peeth banaayi aur twerk karne lagi.


Sunehra-bhura gaand bounce hua, phir zor se ek-doosre se takraya, geela chap-chap villa mein goonja. Woh neeche jhuki, jaanghein phailee aur itna zor se hips pop kiye ki lahar uthi.


Keyhole se dekh raha tha.





“Aise?” woh saans phoolte hue peeche mud kar boli. “Meri gaand se tera lund fadak raha hai?”
“Zameen pe nahi aisa,” usne growl kiya.


Woh hasi, gandi wali, aur dono haathon se peeche gaand phaela di, geeli thong strip dripping chut par chipki hui aur upar tight brown ring dikhaya.


“Is gaand ki wajah se main narak jaungi,” woh kaampte hue boli. “Party mein jab tu dekhta hai, meri panty bhar jaati hai. Jab thappad maarta hai, wahin jhad jaati hoon. Ab control nahi hota.”


Dheere ghum kar har angle dikhaya, phir uske saamne deep squat mein baith gayi, jaanghein poori kholi aur itna zor se bounce ki gaand pehle se bhi zor se baji. Upar-neeche, upar-neeche, chap-chap applause ki tarah.





Davendra ki aankhein us par jam gayi, bhookhi.
“Fuck Prisha… tu kisi bhi paid randi se better naachti hai. Is gaand ka alag mazhab hona chahiye.”


Mummy hansi, haathon aur ghodon par aage badhi, phir peeche tak gayi jab tak uski gaand uske naak se inch door na thi, ab bhi twerk kar rahi thi, har bounce mein naak ko chhoo rahi thi.


“Chhoo lo,” woh mangti hui. “Please… hafton se sapne mein tere haath meri gaand par mehsoos kar rahi hoon.”
Davendra dheere utha, izzat se. Peeche gaya, dono bade haath us shandaar gaand par rakhe aur bas pakad kar rakha, wazan aur garmi mehsoos karte hue.


“Prisha,” usne dheeme serious awaaz mein kaha, “tujhe pata nahi tu kitni khoobsurat hai. Sirf yeh jism nahi… yeh gaand toh jung shuru karwa sake… lekin tu. Tere andar ki aag. Jo poori tarah se samarpan karti hai. Main tere har hisse ka lattu hoon.”



Usne dheere se ghumaya, dono haathon se uske laal gaal pakde aur aankhon mein dekha.
“Aaj raat sirf chodna nahi chahta,” usne pyar se kaha. “Tujhe poojna chahta hoon jo tu mere saath bani hai.”
Phir usne kiss kiya.





Shuru mein hoth ka naram sparsh, dheeme taste, uski jeebh par ab bhi uska halka namkeen precum. Mummy ne muh mein siski bhari, laachar kaanpti hui. Phir khul gayi aur kiss pighal gayi.


Jeebh dheere gehre mil gayi, ghoom rahi thi, har kone taste kar rahi thi. Uske muh se sabse bebas awaazein: geele whimper, gale se moan jo dono ke beech vibrate karti, chhoti-chhoti minnatein jaise uska naam, please, aur zyada.


Davendra ke haath peeth ke curve se neeche gaye aur gaand ko possessive zor se pakda, ungliyaan naram flesh mein ghus gayi, malish, phaelaai, thodi utha diya taaki usko uske kandhon mein lipatna pade.






Usne woh badi gaand ko phaelaaya, phir zor-zor se ek saath patka, baar-baar, jaise maalik bana raha ho.
Uske haath us gaand par padte hi mere dimaag mein safed gussa phat pada.


Yeh gaand hi hamari zindagi ke saare problems ki jad thi.






Kiss ke dauraan mummy bilkul pagal ho gayi, apni geeli chut ko uske nange lund par ragad rahi thi, besharam se hump kar rahi thi, baahon mein gardan bandhi hui, jaise uske andar ghus jaana chahti ho. Uske moan zor, wild, jaanwar jaise.


Jo aurat mujhe kissing scene dekhne par daantti thi, woh apne bete ke saamne apne yaar se dry-hump kar rahi thi.
Phir ek zor ka dhakka, Davendra bed par gira, mummy uske upar lust ki devi.


“Ek second bhi intezaar nahi kar sakti… jaise andar aag lagi ho… zindagi mein kabhi itni zaroorat nahi mehsoos ki.”
Davendra muskuraya, khud ko dheere sehlaate hue, “Tera pati tujhe saalon tak sula kar rakha tha. Maine toh bas jagaya, meri jaan. Ab tu sach mein zinda hai.”


Mummy moan ki, peeche haath daal kar blouse ke hook todne lagi. Jaldi mein kapda thoda phata; bhaari boobs bahar aa gaye, kaale nipple sakht aur mangte hue. Usne mujhe peeth ki aur mud kar poora monstrous sunehra gaand dikhaya jab jhuki.





Thong neeche utaari, geeli folds se nikli, wet sound.
Sirf mangalsutra latakta hua, bilkul paap ki devi.


Bed par chadhi, uske hips par baithi, peeche mud kar pehli baar mujhe wild aankhein dikhaayi.
“Meri gaand dekhna jo tujhe tabah karegi… dekh kya bana diya tune apni boring housewife ka.”


Chut par haath daal kar mota sar apni geeli lips se lagaya, ek zor ka dhakka, poora andar.
Primal cheekh nikli, “Oh fuck… itna gehra… Kishore se kitna bada… womb mein mehsoos ho raha…”


Dheere upar, cream ka white ring bana, phir zor se neeche clap.






Phir tez, zor-zor se, gaand bounce, clap-clap, Davendra ka naam chillati hui, aur maangti hui.


Main hairaan, gande darr se dekh raha tha apni maa ko lover par sawar, Papa door bekhabar, aur main ab bhi ruk nahi pa raha tha. Ab bhi kuchh andhera mere andar mujhe rok kar dekhne par majboor kar raha tha