03-12-2025, 05:04 PM
Email 1
Dearest Prakash,
Tujhe zaroor jaanna hoga Dara ke saath aage kya hua. Jaise tune kaha tha, main sab kuchh full detail mein likh rahi hoon.
Aaj subah Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke wapas aa rahi thi, Dara seedha peeche-peeche chal pada. Lift mein uske saath akela jaane ka idea hi uncomfortable laga… agar koi neighbour dekh lega toh? Maine bola bhi, par usne ignore kar diya. Uski badtameezi ab haad se baahar ho rahi hai. Thankfully lift mein aur floor pe koi nahi tha.
Flat mein ghuste hi usne mujhpe jhapat mara aur jakad liya. Sari pehni thi maine. Maine chhudane ki koshish ki boli “Arre kitchen ka kaam khatam karne de pehle.” Usne gaal pe kiss kiya, boobs ko zor se dabaya aur chhod diya.
Main kitchen mein chali gayi, usne remote uthaya, TV on kiya aur sofa pe baith gaya jaise yeh uska hi ghar ho. Thodi der baad kitchen mein aaya aur mujhe kaam karte dekhne laga.
“Kal zabardast tha,” usne bola. “Aapki gaand ka woh ek jhalak… maine raat bhar Vimla ko teen baar roof pe choda.”
Maine kuchh nahi bola, counter saf kar rahi thi.
“Pata hai aap jealous ho rahi hain usse, par…”
“Mujhe koi jealousy nahi hai,” maine beech mein bola.
“Jealous hona banta hai,” woh bola. “Aap itni gori-chitti, perfect body… woh toh lumpy hai, thodi badsoorat. Uski gaand pe muhanse hain. Aapki gaand jaisi mulayam, creamy aur gol nahi.”
Kaano mein aag lag gayi… itni besharami se meri body ko bakri ka meat bol raha tha.
“Par Vimla chut deti hai, wohi badi baat hai,” woh paas aaya, kamar pe haath daal diya. “Agar aap bhi chut dogi toh promise, sirf aapko chodunga.”
“Pagal ho gaye ho,” maine uska haath jhatak ke haath dhone lagi.
Usne peeche se pakda, deewar se sataya.
“Memsaab itna sharma kyun rahi hain?”
Phir patle hoth mere hoth pe rakh ke zor se kiss karne laga. Sach bolun, main bhi uska touch miss kar rahi thi, jaise hi shuru hua gussa pighal gaya.
Uske haath tezi se pallu neeche, blouse ke hook khol diye, bra bhi. Seconds mein main topless. Left boob ko zor se masla.
“Owww! Itna zor se nahi!”
Usne thoda dheema kiya, par dono boobs masalte raha. Meri jaangh pe uska khada lund ragad raha tha. Mujhe yaad aa gaya ki maine uska lund pakad ke hilaya tha, usne mere boobs pe jhada tha… kitna mota tha tera se. Pata nahi kab maine uski pant ki zip khol di.
“Good girl!” Usne gaal pe thapki maari.
“Ideas mat banao,” maine bola, par tab tak uska lund bahar nikaal chuki thi.
Usne mujhe ghumaya, peeche se dono boobs pakad liye, lund meri right hip pe ragadne laga. Maine peeche haath daal ke uska lund pakad liya aur hilane lagi.
Kuchh minute tak dono ek-doosre ko maza de rahe the. Woh neck pe kiss kar raha tha, nipples se khel raha tha, naakhun se mera pet sehla raha tha… goosebumps aa rahe the. Main uska lund hila rahi thi. Woh beech-beech mein bolta,
“Haath thoda dheela… ab andkos pakdo… ab thoda tez…”
Main trance mein thi. Kitchen mein yeh sab karna bahut ganda lag raha tha par maza bhi aa raha tha. Chut poori geeli ho chuki thi. Jaise hi maine neeche ke baare mein socha uska haath sari ke andar ghus gaya aur tuck nikaal diya.
“YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO???” Maine lund chhod diya.
“Bas sari memsaab… petticoat pehna rehne do, promise.”
Maine wapas tuck karne ki koshish ki par woh tezi se sari khol raha tha.
“Promise?”
“Pakka promise!”
Maine phir uska lund pakad liya. Sari poori neeche gir gayi. Main kitchen mein topless, sirf petticoat-panty mein, watchman ke haathon mein… uska lund hila rahi thi. Soch ke hi geeli ho rahi hoon, tujhe bhi ho raha hoga na?
Sari utar gayi toh usne 2-3 baar chut pe haath le jaane ki koshish ki, maine rok diya. Par kapde ke upar se bhi uska touch bahut maza de raha tha.
“Ummmhhhh… aa raha hai…” usne moan kiya.
Pichhli baar ki tarah usne mera haath hatane ki koshish ki. Is baar maine nahi hataya. Tezi se hilati rahi aur last second mein zameen pe target kiya. Poora kitchen floor pe uska paani gir gaya, thoda sari pe bhi lag gaya.
Jhadne ke baad usne mujhe chhod diya. Maine bra-blouse uthaya.
“Please… thodi der aise hi rehne do na.”
Itna sweetly bola ki main maan gayi. Kapde counter pe rakhe, rag uthaya aur ghutno pe baith ke uska cum saaf karne lagi. Boobs latak rahe the, woh bolta raha “Kitne mast lag rahe hain.” Ek baar gaand pe thappad maara, maine ghoora toh phir nahi kiya.
“Memsaab sari mein toh maza hai, par baar-baar karna ho toh thodi dikkat hai na?”
“Matlab?”
“Utarna-phirna time lagta hai. Salwar-kurta bhi same. Western pehen liya karo.”
“Mere paas zyada western nahi hain.”
“Jo bhi hain, suggestion hai.” Kitchen se nikalte hue bola, “Dopahar mein break pe aaunga. Sari-petticoat utaar ke ready rakhna, time bachega.”
Uski badtameezi dekh ke shock laga.
Dara ke jaane ke baad main nangi bed pe let gayi aur teen baar jhad gayi. Phir neend aa gayi.
Doorbell se uthi, bilkul nangi thi. Yaad aaya usne kaha tha kapde utaar ke rakhna… gussa aa gaya. Sari wapas pehen li aur darwaza khola.
Usne darwaza dhakka maara, andar aaya aur gusse mein bola, “Itna time kyun laga?”
Maine bhi gussa dikhaaya, “So rahi thi. Kya chahiye?”
Woh muskura ke paas aaya, gale lagaya.
“Pata toh hai memsaab kya chahiye. Dogi?”
“Oversmart mat bano,” maine usko jhatka diya.
“Sari kyun pehni? Maine kaha tha topless rakhna.” Pallu kheench diya, main ghoom gayi, 2 layer nikal gaye.
“Dara ruk!” Maine sari wapas lapeti. “Jo marzi bolo, main tumhari baat nahi maanungi. Apni aukaat yaad rakh.”
“Thik hai,” woh sofa pe baith gaya. Maine bhi paas baith gayi.
Usne kandhe pe haath daala, kheencha. Neck pe kiss karne laga. Thodi der mein garam ho gayi toh pallu khud utarne diya. Jaldi se topless kar diya. Par usne lund nahi nikala.
Seedha muh mera muh pe rakh ke kiss karne laga. Practice se kissing mein kaafi better ho gaya tha. Haath bhi boobs pe nahi, ek haath mere sir pe, doosra meri jaangh pe.
Petticoat ke upar se hi sehla raha tha… goosebumps aa gaye. Socha jaangh tak toh theek hai.
Phir bola, “Petticoat utaar doon?”
Maine sar hilaya… par dil se haan bol rahi thi.
“Please na…”
Phir kiss. Maine phir mana kiya… par bahut dheeme se.
“Jo aap nahi chahegi woh nahi karunga.”
Main chup rahi. Uske kandhe pe haath ferne lagi. Phir uska haath meri jaangh se kamar pe gaya, naada kholne laga. Maine uspe haath rakha. 20 second tak aankh mein aankh daal ke dekhte rahe… phir maine haath hata liya.
Usne naada khola, petticoat neeche kheench diya.
“Red panty… nice.” Chhut pe haath le gaya, maine rok diya.
“Wahan nahi.”
“Ok ok.” Phir nangi jaangh pe haath ferne laga. Current laga.
Phir achanak kiss roka, peeche baitha.
“Mere upar aa jao.”
Pata nahi kyun, main uthi aur uske dono taraf ghutne pe ghutne rakh ke baith gayi. Kiss shuru. Usne mujhe zor se jakad liya. Uska khada lund meri panty pe feel ho raha tha. Maine thoda side hui, par abhi bhi jaangh pe ragad raha tha.
Phir maine apna right pair uske pairon ke beech daal diya. Ab meri chut uski jaangh pe perfect fit ho gayi. Aur pata nahi kab… sharam aa rahi hai likhte hue… main khud hi aage-peeche dolne lagi. Dry humping.
Uski jaangh se clit pe pressure pad raha tha… panty aur uski pant ke beech bhi bahut maza aa raha tha. Main moan karne lagi. Dara hairaan tha, pehli baar koi aurat uspe chadh ke kar rahi thi.
Phir woh sambhala, panty ke peeche haath daal ke gaand masalne laga. Main itni garam thi ki rok nahi payi. Ek minute mein hi jhad gayi… zor se moan karte hue uski jaangh pe ragadti rahi.
Jab khatam hua toh uske kandhe pe sir rakh ke hug kiya.
“Interesting tha,” usne bola. “Aisa pehle kabhi nahi dekha.”
“Maine bhi pehle kabhi nahi kiya,” main sharam se bhar gayi.
“My turn,” usne zip kholi, lund bahar.
Main uski jaangh pe baithi, sir uske kandhe pe, usko kiss karte hue lund hilane lagi.
Chala gaya. Maine phir zameen se uska cum saf kiya. Socha agle baar napkin rakhungi.
Aaj itna hi hua.
Thoda darr lag raha hai Prakash. Jo maine khud kiya woh bahut sasta laga. Soch rahi hoon sab band kar doon.
Love you
Menaka
Shack mein raat ke 1:15 baj rahe the. Laal bulb ki roshni mein Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule hue, gardan pe Menaka ki laal lipstick ke daag, aankhon mein woh khushi jo sirf jeetne ke baad aati hai.
Banke ne cigarette jalayi aur dheere se poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh kuchh alag hi hua lag raha hai, itna sharma rahe ho?”
Dara kursi pe baitha, dheemi awaaz mein, jaise koi bada raaz khol raha ho:
“Banke… aaj Menaka memsaab ne khud mujhpe chadh ke apni chut ragad di… pehli baar zindagi mein koi aurat mere upar aisi chadhi hai. Main toh bas hairaan reh gaya!”
Banke ka cigarette haath se girte-girte bacha.
Dara ne scene dohraane laga:
“Jaate hi usne pallu khud side kiya… maine jaldi se kurta-bra utaar di topless kar diya. Par aaj lund nahi nikala maine… bas kiss pe kiss, practice se main expert ho gaya hoon ab. Ek haath uske sir pe, doosra uski jaangh pe… petticoat ke upar se hi sehla raha tha, poori goosebumps aa gayi usko.
Bola, ‘Petticoat utaar doon?’ Usne sar hilaya… par aankhon mein haan thi. Phir ‘please na…’ boli. Maine phir mana kiya, par woh itni dheemi awaaz mein ki sunai hi na di. Maine bola, ‘Jo aap nahi chahegi woh nahi karunga.’ Woh chup… bas mere kandhe pe haath ferne lagi.
Phir maine naada khola… 20 second tak aankh mein aankh daal ke dekhe… usne khud haath hata liya. Petticoat neeche. Sirf red panty mein khadi thi.
Bola, ‘Red panty… nice.’ Chhut pe haath le gaya toh rok diya, ‘wahan nahi.’ Maine maan liya. Bas nangi jaangh pe haath ferne laga… current lag raha tha usko.
Phir main peeche baitha aur bola, ‘Mere upar aa jao.’
Banke… woh khud uthi aur mere dono taraf ghutne rakh ke baith gayi! Kiss shuru. Maine zor se jakad liya. Mera lund pant ke andar se panty pe ragad raha tha.
Phir pata nahi kaise… usne apna right pair mere pairon ke beech daal diya… aur uski chut meri jaangh pe perfect fit ho gayi. Aur phir… khud hi aage-peeche dolne lagi! Dry humping! Panty aur meri pant ke beech clit pe zor-zor se ragad rahi thi… moan kar rahi thi ‘ahh… ahh…’
Main toh bas hairaan… pehli baar koi aurat mere upar chadh ke apni marzi se chut ragad rahi thi!
Phir maine panty ke peeche haath daal ke gaand masalne laga… uski badi creamy gaand mere haathon mein… ek minute mein hi woh jhad gayi! Zor se moan karte hue meri jaangh pe ragadti rahi… poori tharthara gayi, kandhe pe sir rakh ke hug kar liya.
Boli, ‘Interesting tha…’ Maine bola, ‘Aisa pehle kabhi nahi dekha.’ Usne sharma ke bola, ‘Maine bhi pehle kabhi nahi kiya…’
Phir boli, ‘My turn.’ Main zip khola, lund bahar… woh meri jaangh pe baithi hi rahi, sir mere kandhe pe, kiss karte hue lund hilane lagi… aur main jhad gaya. Usne khud zameen se saf kiya… boli ‘agle baar napkin rakhungi’.”
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Email 2
Dearest Prakash,
Tera supportive mail padh ke dil khush ho gaya. Socha tha tu gussa karega. Tera saath hai toh guilt thoda kam ho raha hai.
Par guilt hi is mail ka theme hai. Jo kal kiya uske baad jab dimag theek hua toh khud se ghinn aa gayi. Tujhe likhte waqt bhi zyada ghinn hui. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi.
Subah Ayan ko bus chhodne gayi toh dua maang rahi thi watchman na hon. Par dono the.
Banke muskura-muskura ke dekh raha tha. Dara haath baandhe khada, badi si grin. Maine nazar nahi milaayi. Par side se dekha Dara ne right jaangh upar utha ke thappad maara. Banke hans pada.
Mera muh sharam se laal ho gaya… Dara ne sab bata diya hoga. Usne promise kiya tha muh band rakhega, ab kaise trust karun?
Bus aayi, Ayan ko chhada ke rickshaw pakad liya, Inorbit mall chali gayi. Poora din ghoomti rahi… shopping, book, movie, lunch… shaam ko Ayan ko college se pick kiya, park, Juhu beach, cartoon movie… 10 baj gaye ghar aate-aate.
Dara nahi tha, Banke door baat kar raha tha, hum chupke lift mein ghus gaye. Ayan ko sula ke ab tujhe mail likh rahi hoon.
Kal kya karungi… abhi nahi pata. Aaj normal din bitaya toh thoda better feel ho raha hai.
Love you
Menaka xoxo
Phir suddenly Skype pe online dikhi. 1 AM India time. Maine call maara, do baar disconnect hua.
Phir message aaya:
“He’s here right now. Video-voice nahi kar sakti.”
Main shock:
WTF?????
Phir lambi typing…
Finally message aaya:
Main so rahi thi, baar-baar doorbell baja. Darwaza khola toh Dara khada tha, poora paseene mein (aaj raat bahut garmi hai). Bola neeche ka nal band hai, yahin nahane de do. Maine poochha itni raat ko nahana kyun? Woh muskura ke bola, “Abhi roof pe Vimla ko ek ghanta choda hai, chipchipa lag raha hai.” Paas aaya toh sex ki smell aa rahi thi. Phir bola, “Please memsaab, nahaa loon?” Maine reluctantly andar aane diya.
Chat continues……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Wow, yeh toh bizarre hai. Sach mein excuse nahi tha?
Shayaad excuse hi tha. Par woh sach mein paseene aur sex ki smell se bhara tha. Maine andar aane diya.
Din mein kuchh hua tha kya?
Nahi, kal jaisa hi kiya. Poora din bahar ghumti rahi. Shaam ko wapas aayi toh Vimla ko Dara se baat karte dekha tha, guess karna chahiye tha ki roof pe jaayenge.
Abhi woh paas mein hai?
Nahi, room ke us paar khada apne aap ko ponch raha hai.
Ummm… kya? Maine obvious wala sawal poochha,
Hamare bedroom mein nanga hai???????
Haan.
Kuchh try kar raha hai?
Abhi nahi. Par mujhe dekh ke muskura raha hai.
Menaka, video on kar na? Sirf main dekhunga. Monitor band kar dena taaki usko pata na chale.
Kuchh minute reply nahi aaya. Phir likha,
Sorry, abhi aaya aur fondle karne laga. Maine dhakka de ke bola “Abhi nahi”. Ab nanga bed pe baitha hai. Lund khada hua hai. Thodi nervous feel ho rahi hai.
Video on kar na.
No way. Bahut sharam aa rahi hai.
Please yaar!
Thodi der silence. Phir video on ho gaya.
Pehli cheez jo dikhi – Menaka ka haath screen ke upar se guzra, monitor band kar rahi thi. Phir woh chair pe peeche baithi. Salwar-kurta pehna tha. Uske peeche… Dara… hamara watchman… hamare bed pe bilkul nanga baitha. Uska mota lund uski patli body ke saath bilkul ajib lag raha tha.
“Pati se baat khatam?” usne poochha.
Menaka ne sar hilaya.
Woh utha, screen ki taraf aaya. Menaka ki chair ke paas khada ho gaya, lund idhar-udhar latak raha tha. Usne Menaka ke kandhon pe haath rakha aur massage karne laga,
“Tumhara pati ek number ka chutiya hai jo itni garam biwi ko akela chhod ke gaya. Mere liye toh achha hai.”
Menaka ki aankhen webcam mein hi thi, jaise mujhe hi dekh rahi ho. Face pe tension, uske touch se pareshan.
“Mere pati ke baare mein mat bolo,” woh gusse mein boli.
“Okay sweetheart.”
Dara jhuka aur neck pe kiss karne laga. Menaka ne saans roki aur dhakka diya.
“Mat karo.”
“Kya hua?” woh confused. “Do din ho gaye na.”
Usne Menaka ka haath pakda aur apne lund pe rakh diya. Menaka ki ungliyaan apne-aap lapet gayi, phir sharma ke chhod diya.
“Vimla se raat bhar ka quota poora nahi ho gaya kya?”
Awaz mein jealousy saaf thi. Dara samajh gaya, hans pada,
“Jalal mat karo. Tum bhi wohi paa sakti ho.”
Aur usne kamar aage kheench ke apna khada mota lund Menaka ke gaal pe thap-thap maara.
Menaka ko gussa aa gaya, khadi ho gayi.
“BAHAR JAAO!” zor se chillayi.
“Arre memsaab…” usne manane ki koshish ki. “Dekho yeh kitna excited hai tumhare liye.”
Usne apna lund pakad liya. Menaka ek baar cam ki taraf dekhi, phir neeche lund pe…
Aur screen freeze ho gaya.
“Goddammit!” main chillaya. Connection lost.
Agli 12+ ghante tak koi network nahi. Phir finally phone mila. Maine call kiya.
“Hi honey,” maine bola.
“Hi,” woh udaas awaz mein. “Mujhse nafrat toh nahi kar rahe?”
“Matlab?”
“Jo tune dekha…”
“Asal mein zyada kuchh nahi dekha.”
“Matlab?”
Maine bataya connection kab kata.
“Oh, itni jaldi?” woh thodi soch mein.
“Haan, toh bata kya hua?”
Thodi der chup rahi, phir boli,
“Kuchh khas nahi. Maine nikal diya. Thoda jhagda kiya phir chala gaya.”
“Huh? Phir main nafrat kyun karunga?”
“Woh… kyuki tune kuchh dekha hi nahi. Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi tere saamne kuchh karne mein.”
Uska jawab thoda ajeeb laga. Jhooth bol rahi thi.
“Toh tune usko seedha nikaal diya?”
“Haan.”
“Toh monitor on kyun nahi kiya aur dekha nahi ki main disconnect ho gaya?”
“Kiya tha. Offline dikha,” thodi zor se boli.
Story match nahi kar rahi thi. Par phone pe grill nahi karna chaha. Ab tak sach bolti aayi thi, agar chhupa rahi hai toh wajah hogi. Chhod diya.
“Theek hai. Aage kya?”
Tabhi doorbell baji.
“Honey, jaana padega,” Menaka boli. “Mail karungi baad mein.”
Phone rakh diya.
Main wahan baitha raha, pakka yaqeen tha ki bahut kuchh ho chuka hai… aur aur bhi hone wala hai.
Email 3
Dearest Prakash,
Pehle sorry bolna chahti hoon. Tujhe pata hi hai main phone pe sach nahi bol payi. Jhooth isliye nahi bola ki tujhe dhoka dena tha… bas bolte waqt sharam se mar ja rahi thi. Email mein likhna thoda easy lagta hai. Aage se Dara wali sab baat sirf email se hi karenge.
Ab sach:
Tune bataya connection kab kata. Main chillayi thi “Bahar jao” jab woh nanga khada lund dikha raha tha. Par sach yeh hai ki main bahut garam ho chuki thi… uska nanga ghoomna, lund ka latakna, upar se tere dekhne ka guilt… isliye chillayi. Par meri nazar uske lund pe hi atki thi.
Main haath kamar pe rakh ke khadi thi, woh paas aaya, lund meri jaangh pe ragda, kurta ke upar se boobs dabaye. Do din se touch nahi mila tha, body tadap rahi thi. Kurta utaarne laga toh alarm baja, par maine rok nahi kiya… sharam se mar rahi thi ki tu dekh raha hoga.
Phir usne kandhe pe haath rakh ke mujhe baithne ko bola. Body ne sun liya. Squatting position mein baith gayi. Lund ek inch door muh ke saamne. Ab tak closest look tha. Muh apne-aap khul gaya hairani se… aur usne turant andar ghusa diya.
Main shock ho gayi, gag kiya, peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Par usne sir pakad liya. Lund muh ke andar, gale tak.
Main struggle kar rahi thi – tujhe pata hai mujhe blowjob pasand nahi. Par squatting mein, uske strong haathon se kuchh nahi kar payi. Uska mota garam lund muh mein ragad raha tha – jeebh pe, hoth pe, gaal ke andar. Gag bhi suppress ho gaya. Phir woh muh chodne laga, baal naak mein ghus rahe the.
“Oh wow, kitna sexy muh hai memsaab,” woh haske bola, main balance banane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Dheere-dheere revulsion chala gaya, muh-jeebh uske lund ki aadat daal gayi. Sharam se bol rahi hoon – mujhe maza aane laga. Jab usne samajh liya ki main struggle nahi kar rahi, usne sir chhoda. Ek minute tak main khud hi muh mein leke chus rahi thi, haath uski jaangh pe.
Phir yaad aaya – tu dekh raha hai! Aur shayad gussa hai ki tere liye nahi karti, uske liye khushi se kar rahi hoon. (Mujhe nahi pata tha tu disconnect ho chuka tha.)
“Ek second,” lund muh se nikaal ke CPU ke paas gayi aur power button daba ke band kar diya.
Isliye maine poochha tha ki mujhse nafrat toh nahi kar rahe. Jab pata chala tune kuchh nahi dekha, maine story badal di kyuki bahut sharam aa rahi thi. Sorry, galat kiya.
Phir jab palti toh woh peeche aa chuka tha. Phir muh mein daal diya.
Ab zameen pe ghutno pe thi, computer ke saamne, uska mota lund muh mein. Ab aadat ho gayi thi. Uske instructions follow kar rahi thi:
“Poora andar le lo gale tak… hoth zor se dabao… ab nikaalo… haan aise… ab jeebh se topi chaato… wah…”
Bra utaar di, topless kar diya. Phir khada kiya, salwar utaar di, sirf panty mein. Bed pe woh late gaya, main side mein elbows aur ghutno pe, panty mein hi uska lund chus rahi thi… hamare bed pe watchman ke saath… bahut sasta feel ho raha tha.
Paanch minute baad lund throb kiya. Muh mein nahi chahiye tha, nikaal ke boobs pe jhadwaya. Is baar normal laga. Vimla ke saath karne ke baad bhi itna saara paani… boobs pe, cleavage mein, bed pe bhi gir gaya.
Woh uth ke baitha, hug kiya, kiss kiya. Main gaand pe baithi, ghutne mod ke. Kiss karte hue uska haath meri chut pe gaya. Do ungliyaan panty ke upar se clit pe ragad rahi thi. Main kaanp gayi.
“Dara nahi!” kiss toda, uska haath rokne ki koshish ki.
“Please memsaab, ab mujhe bhi mauka do.”
“Galat lag raha hai.”
“Panty nahi utaarunga,” phir ragadne laga.
Main lad rahi thi khud se. Geeli thi, garam thi, release chahiye tha. Last boundary tootne ka darr tha. Par har ragad se darr kam ho raha tha. Finally haath hata ke dheeme se boli,
“Okay.”
Woh khushi se pagal ho gaya. Ek haath se boobs pe apna paani faila raha tha, hoth pe kiss, doosra haath panty ke upar magic kar raha tha.
“Vimla ko bahut pasand hai,” bola – jealousy hui.
Index finger clit pe, thumb aur middle finger inner thigh pe panty ke edges trace kar rahe the. Saans tez, main zor se kiss kar rahi thi, uska hoth kaat liya.
Do minute baad middle finger panty ke andar, labia pe direct touch. Main chaunk gayi, uski aankh mein dekha. Woh meri aankh mein. Maine phir kiss shuru kiya, usne samajh liya permission hai. Teeno ungliyaan panty side kheenchi, chut bahar. Dekh ke bola,
“Kitni sundar!”
Ab direct clit pe fingers. Saans phool gayi. Kuchh hi minute mein zor ka orgasm aa gaya. Main uske baahon mein tadap rahi thi. Woh kiss aur kaat raha tha. Orgasm khatam hua toh usne panty wapas chut pe cover kar di.
Release ke baad guilt aa gaya. Uthi, kapde pehnne lagi. Usne bhi kapde pehne aur chala gaya.
Yeh tha jo phone pe nahi bol payi. Maine watchman ka lund muh mein liya, usne meri chut dekhi aur finger se orgasm diya. Aur sirf ek baar nahi – aaj teen baar aur kiya, phone rakhne ke turant baad bhi.
Ab main badi crossroads pe hoon Prakash. Ab bhi sharam, guilt hai ek sadharan gurkha ke saath itna sab karne ka. Par har boundary cross karne se aur zyada involve ho jaati hoon. Ab sirf final frontier bacha hai. Pata nahi ready hoon ya nahi. Par bahut sochti hoon, aur us raat se sapne mein bhi wohi scene aata hai.
Tu hamesha supportive raha, par samajhti hoon agar ab gussa ya ghinn aa rahi ho toh bol de, main sab band kar dungi.
I love you more than life itself.
Love Menaka xoxo
Shack mein raat ke 2:30 baj rahe the. Laal bulb ab bhi jal rahi thi, daaru ki bottle khatam, sirf khali glass pada tha. Banke kursi pe baitha tha, aankhein laal, saans tez. Dara andar aaya, bilkul nanga upper body, gardan se pet tak kiss-marks, boobs ke nishaan, aur muh pe woh badi si shaitani smile.
Banke ne dheemi awaaz mein poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh poora kaam ho gaya na?”
Dara ne kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani ka glass ek ghoont mein khaali kiya aur phir dheere-dheere, har detail ke saath shuru hua:
“Banke… aaj Menaka memsaab ne mera lund muh mein liya… hamare hi bed pe… aur phir uski pink chut ko maine ungli se chod diya. Ab bas chut mein lund daalne ki ek baar baki hai.”
Banke ki saans ruk gayi.
Dara ne scene ek-ek karke khola:
“Jaate hi woh computer ke saamne khadi thi, sharma rahi thi. Maine seedha lund nikala, bilkul nanga ghum raha tha. Usne chillayi, par nazar lund pe hi atki thi. Maine paas gaya, lund uski jaangh pe ragda, kurta ke upar se boobs dabaye. Do din se touch nahi mila tha, uska jism tadap raha tha.
Kurta utara, bra utari, topless. Phir kandhe pe haath daal ke baithne ko bola. Woh squatting mein baith gayi, lund ek inch door muh ke saamne. Muh khud-ba-khud khul gaya… aur maine turant andar ghusa diya! Pehli baar uska muh choda… gale tak! Woh gag kar rahi thi, peeche hatne ki koshish, par maine sir pakad liya. Poora muh chodne laga… baal naak mein ghus rahe the.
Pehle usko revulsion tha, par dheere-dheere maza lene lagi. Jab maine sir chhoda, ek minute tak khud hi choosne lagi… jeebh se topi chaat rahi thi, hoth zor se daba rahi thi… bilkul expert ban gayi!
Phir usne computer band kar diya phir palti toh maine peeche se phir muh mein daal diya. Ab ghutno pe thi, bed pe… unke bed pe watchman ka lund choos rahi thi.
Bra-salwar utaar di, sirf panty mein. Bed pe main late gaya, woh doggy style mein lund choosti rahi. Paanch minute baad lund throb kiya… muh se nikaal ke boobs pe jhadwaya. Itna saara paani… Vimla ke saath bhi itna nahi nikalta!
Phir maine usko hug kiya, kiss kiya. Woh meri god mein baithi, ghutne mod ke. Mera haath panty ke upar chut pe gaya… do ungliyaan clit pe ragadne laga. Woh tadap gayi, ‘Dara nahi!’… par maine nahi chhoda.
Finally usne haath hata ke ‘Okay’ bol diya.
Panty side kheenchi… Banke, kya chut hai yaar! Bilkul pink, bilkul clean-shaven, chhoti si, geeli-geeli… jaise gulab ki kali! Maine bola, ‘Kitni sundar!’… phir direct clit pe ungli, teeno ungliyon se ragda… do minute mein hi zor ka orgasm! Poori tharthara gayi, mere baahon mein tadap rahi thi, muh se sirf ‘ahh… ahh…’ nikal raha tha. Orgasm ke baad panty wapas cover kar diya.
Phir guilt aa gaya usko… kapde pehne, main bhi pehen ke nikal aaya.”
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Maine mail padh ke lund pant mein tadap raha tha. Phir reply likha:
Dearest Menaka,
Na gussa hoon, na ghinn. Bahut khushi hai ki tujhe itna maza mil raha hai. I love you more than life itself. Aage jo bhi karna chahe, full blessings hain.
Love Prakash
Agla phone jab mila:
“Hi honey, I love you.”
“I love you too Prakash. Sorry email update nahi kar payi.”
“No problem, mere paas bhi internet nahi tha. Kya naya hai?”
“Abhi thoda slow chal raha hai. Dara aur main phir lad rahe hain,” woh saans bharkar boli.
“Phir se? Tum dono toh jaise hormonal teenagers ho.”
ki fight karte rehte ho, haha.”
“Pata hai. Bas itna cocky aur ghamandi ho gaya hai.”
“Galat bhi toh nahi, ab tak toh uski saari trick kaam kar rahi hain.”
“Sahi boli, par respect toh dikhaye.”
“Is baar kya hua? Ladai isliye ki woh full sex chahta hai aur tu ready nahi?”
“Nahi, bilkul alag aur ajeeb wajah hai,” woh thodi has bhi li.
“Bata.”
“Jaise email mein likha, humne ek aur boundary cross ki – maine uska lund muh mein liya, usne chut dekhi aur finger se orgasm diya. Agle din teen baar repeat kiya.”
“Settings kya thi?”
“Subah college bus chhod ke aayi toh woh aa gaya. Panty tak strip kiya, khud poora nanga. Couch pe finger se orgasm diya, phir maine blowjob diya.”
“Mmmmm… itna casually bol rahi hai, bahut garam lag raha hai.”
“Chup!” woh sharma ke hasi. “Phir shift pe gaya, bola break mein aayega, panty mein ready rehna time bachega. Tabhi tera call aaya tha.”
“Toh jab mujhse baat kar rahi thi, sirf panty mein thi?”
“Haan,” sharma ke. “Phir break mein darwaza khola toh dono itne horny the, darwaze ke andar hi zameen pe sab ho gaya.”
“Swallow karne lagi?”
“Ewwww! Nahi! Har baar body pe hi gira.”
“Okay okay.”
“Teesri baar Ayan aane se pehle bedroom mein. Yeh email mein nahi likha tha bahut sharam aa rahi thi… oh god…”
“Chod diya usne?”
“Nahi.”
“Toh?”
“Main bed pe peeth ke bal, sirf panty mein. Panty side mein kheench ke clit aur chut se khel raha tha. Orgasm aane wala tha, usne poochha panty thodi neeche kar dun better access ke liye? Maine sar hilaya. Chahta toh orgasm jaldi aaye. Usne panty thighs tak neeche kar di.”
“Shit… toh practically nangi!”
“Haan, poori chut uske saamne. Mujhe bahut zyada garam kar diya. Orgasm aaya toh pair upar-neeche karne lagi… aur panty nikal ke ud gayi.”
“Wow!”
“Haan, ab bilkul nangi. Usne khushi se pagal ho ke pair pakad ke faila diye, poori chut aur gaand dekhne laga. Maine sharam se aankhen band kar li aur haath muh pe rakh liye. Kai minute tak aggressively chut aur gaand dabata raha. UltA karke butt crack se khela. Bahut humiliating par bahut erotic bhi.”
“Amazing!”
“Finally maine pair chhuda ke kapde pehnne shuru kiye, Ayan ko lene jaana tha. Woh bhi chupke se kapde pehen ke chala gaya.”
“Ab tak toh sab theek lag raha tha. Ladai kiske baare mein?”
“Agla din shuru hua ek bilkul stupid cheez se. Phir snow-ball ho gaya.”
“Matlab?”
“Agli subah woh aayega soch ke panty mein ready thi. Aaya, hug kiya. Usne hug back kiya aur ek chhota envelope diya.”
“Kya tha usme?”
“101 rupaye. Maine poochha yeh kya hai? Usne… oh god bahut ganda lagega… bola yeh meri ‘choot-dikhayi’ hai.”
“Choot-dikhayi kya hoti hai???”
“Maine bhi gusse mein wahi poochha. Bola jaise muh-dikhayi hoti hai, unke gaon mein choot-dikhayi bhi hoti hai – biwi jab pehli baar pati ke saamne poori nangi hoti hai toh pati shukriya ke taur pe paise deta hai.”
“WHAT???”
“Pata hai! Bahut creepy laga, envelope wapas phenk diya. Usne phir diya bola custom hai. Maine chillaya – pehle toh main teri biwi nahi, aur doosra jo maza le raha hai usko paise phenk raha hai jaise randi ho? Uske bhi ego ko lagi. Bola theek hai biwi nahi, par main bhi toh tere har demand poori kar raha hoon, ek custom kyun nahi maan rahi? Phir purani baatein nikal aayi – Vimla ki jealousy, main tease hoon, uski arrogance… jhagda badhta gaya. Finally woh gusse mein nikal gaya. Ab se aaya hi nahi.”
“Weird hai!”
“Toh ab yahan holding pattern hai. Main intezaar kar rahi hoon ki woh maafi maang ke aaye. Is baar bilkul nahi jhukungi. Sorry bolna usko hai.”
Skype call continues (raw Hinglish, bilkul as it is)
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!!”
Phir thodi family aur random baatein hui aur call khatam.
Par sach bolun, “choot-dikhayi” wali baat sun ke mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Ek aadmi aurat ko chut dikhane ke paise deta hai… kitna ganda aur kitna garam! Par Menaka ko itna bura laga tha toh maine bhi usi taraf support dikhaya.
Jo thodi si video mein dekha aur jo suna, mujhe clear tha – Dara ne Menaka ko poori tarah se apni jeb mein daal rakha hai. Thodi si ego aur sharam ke wajah se kabhi-kabhi rok-ti hai, par yeh rukawat zyada din nahi chalegi. Us gurkha lund ka chut mein ghusna sirf time ki baat hai.
Dara shack mein aakar Banke ko sab batane lagta hai, usne kya kya kiya
1️⃣ Subah – college bus ke baad, 8:35 AM
Menaka ne abhi abhi bus ko bye bola tha, ghar ka darwaza band kiya hi tha ki main side gate se andar ghus gaya. Woh pink cotton saree mein thi, pallu thoda side, pasina se blouse chipka hua, cleavage dikh raha tha.
Jaate hi usne mujhe khinch liya, darwaza lock kiya aur seedha hall mein couch pe dhakel diya. Usne meri pant zip kholi, lund bahar nikala, phir khud saree aur petticoat upar utha ke meri jaangh pe baith gayi… sirf black panty mein. Panty pehle se hi geeli thi, saaf dhabba dikhai de raha tha.
Usne meri jaangh pe apni chut ragadni shuru ki… aage-peeche, aage-peeche… panty aur meri jaangh ke beech clit zor-zor se ragad rahi thi. “ahh… Dara… jaldi… late ho jaunga…” uski saans tez. Main uske boobs blouse ke upar se zor-zor se daba raha tha.
Do minute mein hi woh tadap ke jhad gayi… poori tharthara gayi, meri jaangh pe geela kar diya. Phir neeche baithi, lund muh mein liya aur paagal ho ke choosne lagi… gale tak andar-bahar… hoth zor se daba ke, jeebh se topi chaat-chaat ke. Maine uska sir pakad ke muh chod diya… 4-5 minute mein hi muh se nikaal ke uske cleavage mein jhad gaya. Poora maal blouse ke andar, bra pe, boobs ke beech bhar diya.
Woh saans phooli hui uthi, blouse geela, pallu side, aankhein band… aur boli, “Jaldi jaao… ab dopahar mein break mein aa jaana… panty mein ready rahungi.”
2️⃣ Dopahar – Lunch break, 1:10 PM
Main gate pe knock kiya, darwaza khula hi tha ki Menaka ne mujhe andar kheench liya. Woh sirf white camisole aur red panty mein thi… bra bhi nahi pehni thi, nipples khade dikh rahe the.
Dono itne horny the ki darwaze ke andar hi zameen pe baith gaye. Maine usko peeth ke bal litaya, panty side mein kheenchi aur do ungliyaan seedha chut mein ghusa di. Woh chillayi, “ahh… Dara… jaldi… bas 20 minute hain…”
Tezi se ungli andar-bahar… clit ko thumb se ragad raha tha, doosri ungli G-spot pe. Woh kamar upar utha-utha ke tadap rahi thi… 3 minute mein hi zor ka squirt kar diya… zameen geeli! Phir usne mujhe khinch ke lund muh mein liya… zameen pe ghutno pe baithi, sir pakad ke muh chodne lagi.
Maine uska muh 5-6 minute tak choda… gale tak lund daal-daalkar… phir nikaal ke uske muh pe, gaal pe, boobs pe jhad gaya. Woh saans phooli hui has rahi thi, chehra aur boobs maal se bhare hue.
Bola, “Shaam ko Ayan aane se pehle ek aur baar… bedroom mein.” Usne sirf aankhon se haan bola aur darwaza band kar diya.
3️⃣ Shaam – Ayan aane se pehle, 4:45 PM (bedroom mein)
Bedroom mein ghusa toh Menaka bed pe peeth ke bal leti thi… sirf red lace panty, kuchh nahi upar. Boobs laal, nishaan abhi bhi the subah-dopahar ke.
Maine bed pe chadha, uske pair faila diye, panty side mein kheenchi aur chut pe muh laga diya… 30 second choosa, woh tadap gayi. Phir do ungliyaan andar, tezi se chodne laga.
Orgasm aane wala tha, bola, “Panty thodi neeche kar dun better access ke liye?” Usne sharam se aankhein band kar ke sar hilaya.
Maine panty thighs tak neeche kar di… orgasm aaya toh uske pair zor se upar-neeche hue… aur panty nikal ke bed ke dusre corner mein ud gayi!
Ab bilkul nangi mere saamne… poori gori, pink tight chut, chhoti si gaand. Main pagal ho gaya… pair pakad ke aur faila diye, chut aur gaand ka hole dono dekhta raha. Phir ulta kiya, gaand upar, butt crack mein jeebh daal ke chaatne laga… woh sharam se rone lagi par maza bhi le rahi thi.
Kai minute tak nangi gaand aur chut dono ko masalta raha, kaat-ta raha, chaat-ta raha. Finally Ayan ki bus ki awaaz aayi… usne tezi se kapde pehne, main side gate se nikal gaya.
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Isliye jab teen din baad Philippines coast pe Skype mila toh main excited tha.
15 minute Ayan ke saath baat hui, phir Menaka ne usko sula diya aur topic shuru.
“So… Dara ne chod diya ab tak?”
“Nahi re! Kitne gande ho tum!” woh laal ho gayi.
“Toh at least patch-up toh ho gaya?”
“Not exactly,” usne mysteriously bola.
“Bata na!”
“Jhagde ke baad cold war shuru. Gate pe milo toh nazar chura leti thi, dono intezaar kar rahe the ki doosra pehle bole. Aur Dara ne purana trick shuru kar diya – Vimla se jealousy dilaane ka. Hamesha uske saath ghumta dikhta. Raat ko aur dopahar mein dono roof pe gayab. Ek baar toh dopahar mein lift mein leke ja raha tha mere saamne, jaan-boojh ke.”
“Kaam kiya? Sach bata.”
“Sach mein… do-teen baar mann hua ki jaake bol doon. Par choot-dikhayi wali baat ab bhi takleef de rahi thi. Isliye control mein rahi. Phir mujhe mauka mila badla lene ka.”
“Matlab?”
“Do din pehle dopahar mein shopping se aa rahi thi. Dara dikha nahi. Banke stool pe baitha tha. Mujhe dekh ke bola ek bada parcel aaya hai – woh mixer jo maine online order kiya tha. Haath mein bags the, maine bola upstairs le chalo. Woh leke aaya. Flat mein ghusa, kitchen mein box rakhne laga.”
“Usne kuchh ganda-ganda kiya?”
“Nahi, woh sirf Dara ke saath hota hai. Par nazar chura-chura ke boobs dekh raha tha. Jab box rakha aur utha toh 2-3 second tak khula stare kiya. Tab dimag mein plan bana – agar Dara Vimla se jealousy dila sakta hai, toh main bhi dikha sakti hoon.”
“WHOA! Tune Banke ka lund muh mein liya??” ?
“Nahi re! Main koi sadak-chhap randi nahi hoon jo har lund choos leti hoon. Par usko use zaroor kiya. Chai banane ko boli aur bedroom mein change karne chali gayi… darwaza aadha khula chhod ke.”
“Aha! Peep show?”
“Thoda sa. Dheere-dheere sari-petticoat utara. Mirror mein dekh rahi thi – Banke dheere-dheere darwaze ke paas aa raha tha. 6 feet door ruk gaya, poora view tha. Blouse-panty mein thi. Usne mujhe dekha toh aankhen nikal aayi. Mujhe ekdum wild feel hone laga. Plan sirf itna hi tha, par andar se awaaz aayi – aur dikhao. Maine jaldi se blouse bhi utaar diya. Kuchh second underwear mein khadi rahi, poora body dikha diya.”
“Wah! Woh andar nahi ghus aaya?”
“Thodi si darr bhi thi.”
“Darr ya ummeed?” ?
“Chup!” woh hasi. “Waise main salwar-kameez pehnne wali thi. Par uski jagah woh black pleated skirt jo tune gift ki thi pehni aur ek top.”
“Cleavage?”
“Nahi zyada. Par top pehen ke nikli toh Banke kitchen mein wapas daud ke khada ho gaya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Dining chair ke peeche kamar chhupa raha tha – ek jhalak mein samajh gayi lund khada ho gaya hai. Chai banayi, awkward silence tha. Maine poochha shaadi-shuda hai? Bola nahi. Girlfriend? Bola nahi. Phir sharma ke bola, “Kabhi-kabhi…” Maine poochha kabhi-kabhi kya? Bahut laal ho ke bola, “Kabhi-kabhi Dara Vimla ko share kar deta hai.”
“Sach mein?”
“Mera muh laal ho gaya. Kuchh nahi boli. Phir woh bola, “Memsaab, aap aur Dara lad rahe ho?” Socha haan bol dungi, par gusse mein boli, “Matlab?” Woh darr gaya, sorry bola. Maine zor se bola, “Dara kuchh bhi nahi hai, jo suna hai jhooth hai. Aur Dara mera maalik nahi hai.” Woh nervous hua, sar hilaya. Chai di, living room mein baithi, woh paas zameen pe baitha.”
“Ab bhi nervous tha?”
“Haan, par meri nangi taange ghoor raha tha. Maine thoda pair hilaya, thighs ki jhalak di. Dekha woh muh khul gaya, gala sukha.”
“Ab toh kuchh karega na?”
“At least move banaye. Plan yeh tha ki thoda fondle karne doon phir sharma ke bhejungi. Dara ko jalegi.”
“Hua?”
“Us din… nahi.”
“Par finally hua na?”
“Haan,” woh sharma gayi.
“Kab?”
“Agla din. Is baar maine poora plan karke usko phasaya,” woh hasne lagi.
“Kaise?”
“Dopahar mein balcony pe khadi thi, dekha Dara Vimla ke saath compound mein ghum raha tha. Mujhe dekh ke smile di aur jaan-boojh ke Vimla ki gaand dabaya. Vimla ne bhi mujhe dekha aur sharma gayi. Dono haath pakad ke compound se bahar chale gaye, Dara baar-baar meri taraf dekh raha tha. Mujhe aur gussa aa gaya – ab toh badla lekar rahna hai.”
“Phir Banke ke saath kya kiya?”
“Pehli baar underwear dikha diya aur taange, par woh sharma gaya ya Dara ka darr tha. Is baar thoda aage badhna tha. Gate pe jaake boli kuchh samaan roof shelf se neeche karna hai, ladder leke aao. Woh haan bola aur store room se ladder leke aaya.”
“Oho, samajh gaya! Kya pehna tha?”
“Hehe, wohi black skirt aur top. Aur mazaa dene ke liye ghar aake bra utaar di aur top wapas pehen liya.”
“Wah!”
“Hehe, top toh modest hai par bra nahi thi toh…”
“Haan jaanta hoon, tere bade-bade boobs kapde phaad ke bahar aate honge.”
“Shhhh Prakash, itne gande words!” woh sharma ke boli.
“Chal aage bata.”
“Kuchh minute mein Banke ladder leke aaya. Door se hi uski aankhen nikli jaise – bra nahi thi, nipples khade the, top se saaf dikh rahe the. 2-3 second tak stare kiya, phir nervous hoke meri taraf dekha. Maine offended act kiya aur bedroom mein le gayi.”
“Seedha bedroom!”
“Chup! Shelf wahi hai na.”
“Aur bed bhi.”
“Tum nahi sudhroge,” woh hasi. “Banke ne ladder lagaya. Bola main chadhunga, par maine bola nahi main jaanti hoon kahan hai, tum ladder pakdo. Woh nervous hua, haan bola.”
“Aur show shuru?”
“Haan thoda sa. Ladder pakda, main chadhne lagi – jaan-boojh ke uske bilkul paas se, boobs uske kandhe se touch ho rahe the. Woh kaanp utha. 3-4 seedhi chadhi, already shelf tak pahunch gayi thi. Neeche dekha – Banke skirt ke andar taange ghoor raha tha. Bahut exposed feel hua, par himmat aayi. Aur do seedhi chad gayi – ab skirt ka hem uske sir ke upar tha.”
“Panty ka colour?”
“Laal.”
“Mmmmmm.”
Main aankhen band karke soch raha tha – meri sharmili biwi ladder pe itna upar, nangi cream colour ki taange, skirt ke andar laal panty mein gol-gol gaand… Banke ke muh ke bilkul upar. High-class housewife itni besharami se watchman ko apna sab dikha rahi hai… lund pant mein tadap utha.
“Wahan upar ruk gayi, bags-trunk mein dekhne lagi. Ek-do baar neeche dekha – Banke seedha panty mein ghoor raha tha. Jaise hi nazar mili, sharma ke side ho gaya.”
“Uska muh laal, teri gaand laal.”
“Hehe. Thodi der baad do cheezein uthayi aur usko di. Phir neeche utarne lagi. Uske chehre pe disappointment saaf tha. Asli plan yahi tak tha. Par utarte waqt uski body ki garmi feel hui, muscular baahen dekhi… aur ekdum se plan badla. Jab last se doosri seedhi pe thi, maine jaise slip kiya aur peeche gir gayi. Usne turant baahen faila ke mujhe pakad liya.”
“Tu toh badi chudail ban gayi hai!” main hairaan.
Woh phir sharma gayi.
“Weight se woh do kadam peeche hua. Uski baahen meri kamar pe. Jab ruka, meri peeth aur gaand uske seene aur lund se chipki hui thi. Turant ek sakht cheez skirt ke andar se gaand pe chubhi – lund khada tha. Aur size se laga bahut bada hai.”
“Phir usne haath daala?”
“Pehle nahi. Kuchh second aise hi raha. Uske garam saans kaan pe lag rahe the. Maine darr-darr ke bola, “Sorry, slip ho gayi.” Usne “hmm” kiya aur dono haath upar karke top ke upar se boobs pakad liye. Saath hi kamar aage kheench ke lund aur zor se gaand pe ragda. Maine sharma ke bola, “Banke… yeh kya kar rahe ho?” Par haath nahi hataya. Usne top ke upar se bra-less boobs masalne shuru kar diye. Jab samajh gaya main resist nahi kar rahi, mujhe ladder se sata diya. Left haath boobs pe, right haath skirt ke andar – inner thighs sehlaane laga, phir panty ke upar chut pe haath rakh diya. Tab andaar alarm baja, maine dhakka diya. Woh peeche hata. Maine rehearsed line maari, “Banke, main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon.” Woh darr ke bola, “Sorry memsaab, bas mood mein aa gaya.” Maine gusse ka acting kiya, “Jao yahan se!” Woh ladder uthaya aur daud ke nikal gaya.”
“Tune toh us bechare ke saath bahut bura kiya!”
“Hehe, shayad. Par plan toh tha Dara ko jalana.”
“Phir kya hua?”
“Abhi tak kuchh khas nahi. Dekhte hain aage kya hota hai.”
Phir baaki baatein hui aur call khatam.
Ab Menaka ne poora game ulta kar diya.
Shack mein raat ke 11:30 baje. Dara kursi pe baitha daaru pee raha tha, gusse mein Menaka aur 101 rupaye ki baat kar raha tha. Banke saamne baitha tha, paseena abhi bhi nahin sukha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, lund abhi bhi adha khada.
Dara (gusse mein): “Aaj dopahar mein roof shelf ka kaam tha na? Menaka memsaab ne bulaya tha tujhe? Kya kiya tune?”
Banke ne sar neeche kiya, jhooth taiyar tha, bilkul safe wala jhooth:
“Dada ji… bas ladder leke gaya, shelf se do purane bags neeche kiye… memsaab ne jeans aur T shirt pehna tha……..… maine bas dekha aur aa gaya. Woh bhi gusse mein thi, bola ‘jaldi karo aur niklo’. Bas itna hi.”
Dara ne glass table pe patka: “Aur kuchh nahi? Haath nahi lagaya?”
Banke (sar hila ke): “Bilkul nahi dada ji… maine toh bas ladder pakda aur nikal aaya.”
(Dara ko Banke par shak hone lagta hai)
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Dara jitna bhi try karta – gate pe khada muskuraata, “Memsaab” bolta, nazar milane ki koshish karta – Menaka bilkul andekha kar deti thi.
Jaise woh hawa mein hai, Menaka ki nazar uspe padti hi nahi.
Subah college bus ke time
Menaka bilkul jaan-boojh ke sabse tight sari pehenti – low waist, petticoat itna neeche ki navel se 3 inch neeche tak nanga pet.
Pallu loose chhodti taaki chalte waqt bar-bar side ho jaaye, bra aur cleavage dikhe.
Dara gate pe khada hota, aankhen nikaal ke dekhta, lund pant mein ubhar jaata… par Menaka seedha uske paas se guzar jaati, ek baar bhi side nahi dekhti.
Bus jaane ke baad jab palat-ti hai toh gaand ka extra swing deti hai… Dara ki saans ruk jaati hai, woh dono haath se pant ke upar se lund ko daba leta hai.
Shaam ko grocery se wapas
Haath mein bags, pasina se sari chipki hui, nipples saaf dikh rahe…
Dara gate kholne ke liye daudta hai, “Memsaab, main le leta hoon” bolta hai.
Menaka cold voice mein, “Nahi zaroori,” bol ke nikal jaati hai.
Chalte waqt gaand itni zor se matak-ti hai ki Dara wahi khada reh jaata hai, muh khula, lund pant mein tadap raha.
Lift mein agar saath aa jaaye
Dara andar ghus jaata hai, mirror mein Menaka ke boobs aur gaand ko ghoorta rehta.
Menaka bilkul side ko muh karke khadi ho jaati hai, ek shabd nahi bolti.
Dara ki saansein tez, lund khada… par Menaka neeche utar ke chal deti hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.
Balcony mein khadi ho toh
Menaka jaan-boojh ke dopahar mein kapde sukhaane aati hai – chhoti si top aur skirt ya short nighty.
Dara neeche chair pe baitha hota hai, nazar upar gadhi rehti hai.
Hawa chalti hai, pallu ud jaata hai ya skirt thodi upar… Menaka dheere se theek karti hai par jaanti hai Dara dekh raha hai.
Kabhi jaan-boojh ke jhuk ke kapde uthati hai taaki gaand poori shape mein dikhe… Dara ki jeebh bahar aa jaati hai.
Raat ko 11-12 baje jab building sona shuru ho jaata hai
Dara roof pe akela baitha cigarette peeta rehta hai, dimag mein sirf Menaka…
Sochta hai – “Ek baar toh bas haath laga doon… yeh besharam sari wali gaand faad doonga.”
Par Menaka ne poora control le liya hai.
Dara din-ba-din bechain, gussa, horny… teen din se haath bhi nahi laga paya.
Lund roz khada rehta hai, raat ko jhopdi mein let ke mutthi maarta hai aur Menaka ka naam leta hai.
Aur Menaka ko poora pata hai –
Jab bhi woh Dara ke paas se guzarti hai, uski nazar uski aankhon mein nahi, uski jaangh pe hoti hai – jaise bol rahi ho,
“Ab tadap… ab dekh kitna dum hai tere andar.”
Ek subah Menaka ne poora attack kar diya.
Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke wapas aayi toh uska look dekh ke Dara ke hosh ud gaye:
Skin-tight black Nike yoga pants – poori gaand ka perfect shape, har curve ubhara hua, crotch mein camel-toe saaf dikh raha tha.
Chhota sa grey tank top – bra nahi pehni thi, nipples khade-khade poke kar rahe the, side-boob aur under-boob dono dikhai de rahe the.
Baal khule, chashma laga ke, earphones daal ke jaise gym ja rahi ho… par jaanti thi Dara dekh raha hai.
Gate pe Dara khada tha.
Jaise hi Menaka paas aayi, uska muh khula reh gaya.
Aankhen yoga pants mein bandhi hui gaand pe, phir upar nipples pe… lund ek second mein pant mein ubhar gaya, itna mota ki saaf dikh raha tha.
Menaka bilkul usko ignore karti hui paas se guzri, jaan-boojh ke hips extra swing karte hue.
Gate ke bilkul paas se guzarte waqt usne dheere se apni gaand ko thoda peeche kiya taaki Dara ke haath se 2 inch door se guzar jaaye… Dara ka haath apne-aap aage badha par Menaka nikal gayi.
Lift mein chadhne lagi toh Dara peeche-peeche daud ke aaya, “Memsaab… ek minute…”
Menaka ne earphone nikaala, cold voice mein, “Kya hai?”
Dara ki awaaz ladkhadayi, “Memsaab… jo bhi hua… sorry… maaf kar do… galti ho gayi…”
Uske muh se sorry nikal raha tha, par aankhen Menaka ke nipples aur camel-toe pe hi thi.
Menaka ne ek second tak usko dekha, phir dheere se muskuraayi – ek aisi smile jo bol rahi thi “Abhi nahi, tadap aur”.
Phir earphone daal ke lift mein ghus gayi, darwaza band hone se pehle ek baar peeche mud ke apni gaand ko haath se thapthapaya jaise bol rahi ho – “Yeh abhi nahi milegi”.
Dara wahi gate pe khada reh gaya, lund pant mein tadap raha, haath se daba-daba ke, aankhon mein paagalpan.
Dopahar mein balcony pe aayi – wohi yoga pants aur tank top.
Dara neeche chair pe baitha tha, jaise hi Menaka dikhi usne turant khada ho gaya.
Menaka ne jaan-boojh ke stretch kiya – haath upar, tank top aur upar chadha, poora flat stomach aur under-boob dikh gaya… phir side bend kiya taaki gaand yoga pants mein aur tight ho jaaye.
Dara ki saansein tez, muh khula… usne haath jod ke “Memsaab please…” ishara kiya.
Menaka ne side se dekha, ek ungli se “no” ka sign banaya aur andar chal gayi.
Shaam ko grocery se wapas aayi – abhi bhi wohi yoga pants aur tank top, paseena se chipke hue, nipples aur camel-toe aur saaf.
Dara gate kholne daud ke aaya, “Memsaab… maafi… sach mein sorry…”
Menaka ne bags uske haath mein thama diye (pehli baar touch kiya), dheere se uske kaan mein boli,
“Abhi nahi… thodi aur tadap lo.”
Phir bags wapas liye aur gaand matkaate hue nikal gayi.
Dara raat bhar jhopdi mein pada raha… lund haath mein, Menaka ki yoga pants wali gaand aur nipple wale boobs dimag mein… teen baar mutthi maari par sukoon nahi mila.
Ab har din woh sirf ek hi cheez bolta hai – “Memsaab… maaf kar do…”
Aur Menaka har baar muskura ke “Abhi nahi” bol ke nikal jaati hai… jaise keh rahi ho –
“Jab tak main na kahun, tab tak sirf dekh sakte ho… haath bhi nahi laga sakte.”
Raat ke 12:30 baje.
Building bilkul sona shuru ho chuka tha. Sirf compound ki ek light jal rahi thi, baaki sab andhera.
Menaka chupke se balcony mein aayi.
Wahi black Nike yoga pants aur grey tank top… paseena ab sukha hua tha, par fabric ab bhi body se chipka hua tha, nipples saaf dikh rahe the.
Dara neeche gate pe akela baitha cigarette pee raha tha, dimag mein bas Menaka.
Upar dekha toh Menaka balcony ki railing pe haath rakh ke khadi thi, seedha uski taraf muh karke.
Dara turant khada ho gaya, cigarette phenk diya, haath jod liye.
Menaka ne ek ungli se “shhh” kiya aur dheere se muskuraayi.
Phir usne jaan-boojh ke stretch kiya:
dono haath upar uthaye, tank top poora upar chadha gaya… poora flat stomach, under-boob aur side-boob dikh gaya.
phir side bend kiya, yoga pants mein gaand ekdum gol aur tight ho gayi, crotch camel-toe aur saaf.
Dara ki aankhen nikal aayi… lund pant mein ek second mein khada, itna zor se ki pant ke upar se shape dikh raha tha.
Menaka ne dheere se railing pe peeche mud gayi, dono haath railing pe rakh ke thoda jhuk gayi… gaand poori tarah se ubhar gayi, yoga pants mein jaise do perfect gol balls dikhai de rahe hon.
Dara ne apna lund pant ke upar se zor se dabaya, muh khula reh gaya.
Menaka ne ek haath peeche le jaake apni gaand pe dheere se thapki maari… phir do ungliyaan V shape mein banayi aur gaand ke beech mein rakha (jaise bol rahi ho “Yahin daal sakte ho… par abhi nahi”).
Dara pagal ho gaya… dono haath se apna lund daba raha tha, muh se dheemi awaaz nikal rahi thi “Memsaab… please… maaf kar do… bas ek baar…”
Menaka ne palat ke usko dekha, hoth pe ungli rakhi “shhh”, phir dheere se tank top ko thoda upar uthaya… nipples ek second ke liye dikh gaye, phir wapas neeche kar diya.
Dara ab bilkul pagal… ghutno pe baith gaya, haath jod ke rone laga jaise “Memsaab… mar jaunga… bas ek baar chhoo lene do…”
Menaka ne ek flying kiss diya, phir apni gaand ko dono haath se pakad ke zor se dabaya (jaise bol rahi ho “Yeh abhi bhi meri hai”), aur dheere se andar chal gayi.
Balcony ki light band.
Dara wahi zameen pe baitha raha… lund pant mein tadap raha tha, haath se ragad raha tha, aankhon mein paagalpan…
“Memsaab… ek baar… bas ek baar…” bas yahi bak raha tha.
Aur Menaka andar jaake bed pe let gayi, chut mein ungli daal ke khud jhad gayi… sochte hue ki Dara abhi neeche kitna tadap raha hoga.
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Dearest Prakash,
Tujhe zaroor jaanna hoga Dara ke saath aage kya hua. Jaise tune kaha tha, main sab kuchh full detail mein likh rahi hoon.
Aaj subah Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke wapas aa rahi thi, Dara seedha peeche-peeche chal pada. Lift mein uske saath akela jaane ka idea hi uncomfortable laga… agar koi neighbour dekh lega toh? Maine bola bhi, par usne ignore kar diya. Uski badtameezi ab haad se baahar ho rahi hai. Thankfully lift mein aur floor pe koi nahi tha.
Flat mein ghuste hi usne mujhpe jhapat mara aur jakad liya. Sari pehni thi maine. Maine chhudane ki koshish ki boli “Arre kitchen ka kaam khatam karne de pehle.” Usne gaal pe kiss kiya, boobs ko zor se dabaya aur chhod diya.
Main kitchen mein chali gayi, usne remote uthaya, TV on kiya aur sofa pe baith gaya jaise yeh uska hi ghar ho. Thodi der baad kitchen mein aaya aur mujhe kaam karte dekhne laga.
“Kal zabardast tha,” usne bola. “Aapki gaand ka woh ek jhalak… maine raat bhar Vimla ko teen baar roof pe choda.”
Maine kuchh nahi bola, counter saf kar rahi thi.
“Pata hai aap jealous ho rahi hain usse, par…”
“Mujhe koi jealousy nahi hai,” maine beech mein bola.
“Jealous hona banta hai,” woh bola. “Aap itni gori-chitti, perfect body… woh toh lumpy hai, thodi badsoorat. Uski gaand pe muhanse hain. Aapki gaand jaisi mulayam, creamy aur gol nahi.”
Kaano mein aag lag gayi… itni besharami se meri body ko bakri ka meat bol raha tha.
“Par Vimla chut deti hai, wohi badi baat hai,” woh paas aaya, kamar pe haath daal diya. “Agar aap bhi chut dogi toh promise, sirf aapko chodunga.”
“Pagal ho gaye ho,” maine uska haath jhatak ke haath dhone lagi.
Usne peeche se pakda, deewar se sataya.
“Memsaab itna sharma kyun rahi hain?”
Phir patle hoth mere hoth pe rakh ke zor se kiss karne laga. Sach bolun, main bhi uska touch miss kar rahi thi, jaise hi shuru hua gussa pighal gaya.
Uske haath tezi se pallu neeche, blouse ke hook khol diye, bra bhi. Seconds mein main topless. Left boob ko zor se masla.
“Owww! Itna zor se nahi!”
Usne thoda dheema kiya, par dono boobs masalte raha. Meri jaangh pe uska khada lund ragad raha tha. Mujhe yaad aa gaya ki maine uska lund pakad ke hilaya tha, usne mere boobs pe jhada tha… kitna mota tha tera se. Pata nahi kab maine uski pant ki zip khol di.
“Good girl!” Usne gaal pe thapki maari.
“Ideas mat banao,” maine bola, par tab tak uska lund bahar nikaal chuki thi.
Usne mujhe ghumaya, peeche se dono boobs pakad liye, lund meri right hip pe ragadne laga. Maine peeche haath daal ke uska lund pakad liya aur hilane lagi.
Kuchh minute tak dono ek-doosre ko maza de rahe the. Woh neck pe kiss kar raha tha, nipples se khel raha tha, naakhun se mera pet sehla raha tha… goosebumps aa rahe the. Main uska lund hila rahi thi. Woh beech-beech mein bolta,
“Haath thoda dheela… ab andkos pakdo… ab thoda tez…”
Main trance mein thi. Kitchen mein yeh sab karna bahut ganda lag raha tha par maza bhi aa raha tha. Chut poori geeli ho chuki thi. Jaise hi maine neeche ke baare mein socha uska haath sari ke andar ghus gaya aur tuck nikaal diya.
“YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO???” Maine lund chhod diya.
“Bas sari memsaab… petticoat pehna rehne do, promise.”
Maine wapas tuck karne ki koshish ki par woh tezi se sari khol raha tha.
“Promise?”
“Pakka promise!”
Maine phir uska lund pakad liya. Sari poori neeche gir gayi. Main kitchen mein topless, sirf petticoat-panty mein, watchman ke haathon mein… uska lund hila rahi thi. Soch ke hi geeli ho rahi hoon, tujhe bhi ho raha hoga na?
Sari utar gayi toh usne 2-3 baar chut pe haath le jaane ki koshish ki, maine rok diya. Par kapde ke upar se bhi uska touch bahut maza de raha tha.
“Ummmhhhh… aa raha hai…” usne moan kiya.
Pichhli baar ki tarah usne mera haath hatane ki koshish ki. Is baar maine nahi hataya. Tezi se hilati rahi aur last second mein zameen pe target kiya. Poora kitchen floor pe uska paani gir gaya, thoda sari pe bhi lag gaya.
Jhadne ke baad usne mujhe chhod diya. Maine bra-blouse uthaya.
“Please… thodi der aise hi rehne do na.”
Itna sweetly bola ki main maan gayi. Kapde counter pe rakhe, rag uthaya aur ghutno pe baith ke uska cum saaf karne lagi. Boobs latak rahe the, woh bolta raha “Kitne mast lag rahe hain.” Ek baar gaand pe thappad maara, maine ghoora toh phir nahi kiya.
“Memsaab sari mein toh maza hai, par baar-baar karna ho toh thodi dikkat hai na?”
“Matlab?”
“Utarna-phirna time lagta hai. Salwar-kurta bhi same. Western pehen liya karo.”
“Mere paas zyada western nahi hain.”
“Jo bhi hain, suggestion hai.” Kitchen se nikalte hue bola, “Dopahar mein break pe aaunga. Sari-petticoat utaar ke ready rakhna, time bachega.”
Uski badtameezi dekh ke shock laga.
Dara ke jaane ke baad main nangi bed pe let gayi aur teen baar jhad gayi. Phir neend aa gayi.
Doorbell se uthi, bilkul nangi thi. Yaad aaya usne kaha tha kapde utaar ke rakhna… gussa aa gaya. Sari wapas pehen li aur darwaza khola.
Usne darwaza dhakka maara, andar aaya aur gusse mein bola, “Itna time kyun laga?”
Maine bhi gussa dikhaaya, “So rahi thi. Kya chahiye?”
Woh muskura ke paas aaya, gale lagaya.
“Pata toh hai memsaab kya chahiye. Dogi?”
“Oversmart mat bano,” maine usko jhatka diya.
“Sari kyun pehni? Maine kaha tha topless rakhna.” Pallu kheench diya, main ghoom gayi, 2 layer nikal gaye.
“Dara ruk!” Maine sari wapas lapeti. “Jo marzi bolo, main tumhari baat nahi maanungi. Apni aukaat yaad rakh.”
“Thik hai,” woh sofa pe baith gaya. Maine bhi paas baith gayi.
Usne kandhe pe haath daala, kheencha. Neck pe kiss karne laga. Thodi der mein garam ho gayi toh pallu khud utarne diya. Jaldi se topless kar diya. Par usne lund nahi nikala.
Seedha muh mera muh pe rakh ke kiss karne laga. Practice se kissing mein kaafi better ho gaya tha. Haath bhi boobs pe nahi, ek haath mere sir pe, doosra meri jaangh pe.
Petticoat ke upar se hi sehla raha tha… goosebumps aa gaye. Socha jaangh tak toh theek hai.
Phir bola, “Petticoat utaar doon?”
Maine sar hilaya… par dil se haan bol rahi thi.
“Please na…”
Phir kiss. Maine phir mana kiya… par bahut dheeme se.
“Jo aap nahi chahegi woh nahi karunga.”
Main chup rahi. Uske kandhe pe haath ferne lagi. Phir uska haath meri jaangh se kamar pe gaya, naada kholne laga. Maine uspe haath rakha. 20 second tak aankh mein aankh daal ke dekhte rahe… phir maine haath hata liya.
Usne naada khola, petticoat neeche kheench diya.
“Red panty… nice.” Chhut pe haath le gaya, maine rok diya.
“Wahan nahi.”
“Ok ok.” Phir nangi jaangh pe haath ferne laga. Current laga.
Phir achanak kiss roka, peeche baitha.
“Mere upar aa jao.”
Pata nahi kyun, main uthi aur uske dono taraf ghutne pe ghutne rakh ke baith gayi. Kiss shuru. Usne mujhe zor se jakad liya. Uska khada lund meri panty pe feel ho raha tha. Maine thoda side hui, par abhi bhi jaangh pe ragad raha tha.
Phir maine apna right pair uske pairon ke beech daal diya. Ab meri chut uski jaangh pe perfect fit ho gayi. Aur pata nahi kab… sharam aa rahi hai likhte hue… main khud hi aage-peeche dolne lagi. Dry humping.
Uski jaangh se clit pe pressure pad raha tha… panty aur uski pant ke beech bhi bahut maza aa raha tha. Main moan karne lagi. Dara hairaan tha, pehli baar koi aurat uspe chadh ke kar rahi thi.
Phir woh sambhala, panty ke peeche haath daal ke gaand masalne laga. Main itni garam thi ki rok nahi payi. Ek minute mein hi jhad gayi… zor se moan karte hue uski jaangh pe ragadti rahi.
Jab khatam hua toh uske kandhe pe sir rakh ke hug kiya.
“Interesting tha,” usne bola. “Aisa pehle kabhi nahi dekha.”
“Maine bhi pehle kabhi nahi kiya,” main sharam se bhar gayi.
“My turn,” usne zip kholi, lund bahar.
Main uski jaangh pe baithi, sir uske kandhe pe, usko kiss karte hue lund hilane lagi.
Chala gaya. Maine phir zameen se uska cum saf kiya. Socha agle baar napkin rakhungi.
Aaj itna hi hua.
Thoda darr lag raha hai Prakash. Jo maine khud kiya woh bahut sasta laga. Soch rahi hoon sab band kar doon.
Love you
Menaka
Shack mein raat ke 1:15 baj rahe the. Laal bulb ki roshni mein Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule hue, gardan pe Menaka ki laal lipstick ke daag, aankhon mein woh khushi jo sirf jeetne ke baad aati hai.
Banke ne cigarette jalayi aur dheere se poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh kuchh alag hi hua lag raha hai, itna sharma rahe ho?”
Dara kursi pe baitha, dheemi awaaz mein, jaise koi bada raaz khol raha ho:
“Banke… aaj Menaka memsaab ne khud mujhpe chadh ke apni chut ragad di… pehli baar zindagi mein koi aurat mere upar aisi chadhi hai. Main toh bas hairaan reh gaya!”
Banke ka cigarette haath se girte-girte bacha.
Dara ne scene dohraane laga:
“Jaate hi usne pallu khud side kiya… maine jaldi se kurta-bra utaar di topless kar diya. Par aaj lund nahi nikala maine… bas kiss pe kiss, practice se main expert ho gaya hoon ab. Ek haath uske sir pe, doosra uski jaangh pe… petticoat ke upar se hi sehla raha tha, poori goosebumps aa gayi usko.
Bola, ‘Petticoat utaar doon?’ Usne sar hilaya… par aankhon mein haan thi. Phir ‘please na…’ boli. Maine phir mana kiya, par woh itni dheemi awaaz mein ki sunai hi na di. Maine bola, ‘Jo aap nahi chahegi woh nahi karunga.’ Woh chup… bas mere kandhe pe haath ferne lagi.
Phir maine naada khola… 20 second tak aankh mein aankh daal ke dekhe… usne khud haath hata liya. Petticoat neeche. Sirf red panty mein khadi thi.
Bola, ‘Red panty… nice.’ Chhut pe haath le gaya toh rok diya, ‘wahan nahi.’ Maine maan liya. Bas nangi jaangh pe haath ferne laga… current lag raha tha usko.
Phir main peeche baitha aur bola, ‘Mere upar aa jao.’
Banke… woh khud uthi aur mere dono taraf ghutne rakh ke baith gayi! Kiss shuru. Maine zor se jakad liya. Mera lund pant ke andar se panty pe ragad raha tha.
Phir pata nahi kaise… usne apna right pair mere pairon ke beech daal diya… aur uski chut meri jaangh pe perfect fit ho gayi. Aur phir… khud hi aage-peeche dolne lagi! Dry humping! Panty aur meri pant ke beech clit pe zor-zor se ragad rahi thi… moan kar rahi thi ‘ahh… ahh…’
Main toh bas hairaan… pehli baar koi aurat mere upar chadh ke apni marzi se chut ragad rahi thi!
Phir maine panty ke peeche haath daal ke gaand masalne laga… uski badi creamy gaand mere haathon mein… ek minute mein hi woh jhad gayi! Zor se moan karte hue meri jaangh pe ragadti rahi… poori tharthara gayi, kandhe pe sir rakh ke hug kar liya.
Boli, ‘Interesting tha…’ Maine bola, ‘Aisa pehle kabhi nahi dekha.’ Usne sharma ke bola, ‘Maine bhi pehle kabhi nahi kiya…’
Phir boli, ‘My turn.’ Main zip khola, lund bahar… woh meri jaangh pe baithi hi rahi, sir mere kandhe pe, kiss karte hue lund hilane lagi… aur main jhad gaya. Usne khud zameen se saf kiya… boli ‘agle baar napkin rakhungi’.”
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Email 2
Dearest Prakash,
Tera supportive mail padh ke dil khush ho gaya. Socha tha tu gussa karega. Tera saath hai toh guilt thoda kam ho raha hai.
Par guilt hi is mail ka theme hai. Jo kal kiya uske baad jab dimag theek hua toh khud se ghinn aa gayi. Tujhe likhte waqt bhi zyada ghinn hui. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi.
Subah Ayan ko bus chhodne gayi toh dua maang rahi thi watchman na hon. Par dono the.
Banke muskura-muskura ke dekh raha tha. Dara haath baandhe khada, badi si grin. Maine nazar nahi milaayi. Par side se dekha Dara ne right jaangh upar utha ke thappad maara. Banke hans pada.
Mera muh sharam se laal ho gaya… Dara ne sab bata diya hoga. Usne promise kiya tha muh band rakhega, ab kaise trust karun?
Bus aayi, Ayan ko chhada ke rickshaw pakad liya, Inorbit mall chali gayi. Poora din ghoomti rahi… shopping, book, movie, lunch… shaam ko Ayan ko college se pick kiya, park, Juhu beach, cartoon movie… 10 baj gaye ghar aate-aate.
Dara nahi tha, Banke door baat kar raha tha, hum chupke lift mein ghus gaye. Ayan ko sula ke ab tujhe mail likh rahi hoon.
Kal kya karungi… abhi nahi pata. Aaj normal din bitaya toh thoda better feel ho raha hai.
Love you
Menaka xoxo
Phir suddenly Skype pe online dikhi. 1 AM India time. Maine call maara, do baar disconnect hua.
Phir message aaya:
“He’s here right now. Video-voice nahi kar sakti.”
Main shock:
WTF?????
Phir lambi typing…
Finally message aaya:
Main so rahi thi, baar-baar doorbell baja. Darwaza khola toh Dara khada tha, poora paseene mein (aaj raat bahut garmi hai). Bola neeche ka nal band hai, yahin nahane de do. Maine poochha itni raat ko nahana kyun? Woh muskura ke bola, “Abhi roof pe Vimla ko ek ghanta choda hai, chipchipa lag raha hai.” Paas aaya toh sex ki smell aa rahi thi. Phir bola, “Please memsaab, nahaa loon?” Maine reluctantly andar aane diya.
Chat continues……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Wow, yeh toh bizarre hai. Sach mein excuse nahi tha?
Shayaad excuse hi tha. Par woh sach mein paseene aur sex ki smell se bhara tha. Maine andar aane diya.
Din mein kuchh hua tha kya?
Nahi, kal jaisa hi kiya. Poora din bahar ghumti rahi. Shaam ko wapas aayi toh Vimla ko Dara se baat karte dekha tha, guess karna chahiye tha ki roof pe jaayenge.
Abhi woh paas mein hai?
Nahi, room ke us paar khada apne aap ko ponch raha hai.
Ummm… kya? Maine obvious wala sawal poochha,
Hamare bedroom mein nanga hai???????
Haan.
Kuchh try kar raha hai?
Abhi nahi. Par mujhe dekh ke muskura raha hai.
Menaka, video on kar na? Sirf main dekhunga. Monitor band kar dena taaki usko pata na chale.
Kuchh minute reply nahi aaya. Phir likha,
Sorry, abhi aaya aur fondle karne laga. Maine dhakka de ke bola “Abhi nahi”. Ab nanga bed pe baitha hai. Lund khada hua hai. Thodi nervous feel ho rahi hai.
Video on kar na.
No way. Bahut sharam aa rahi hai.
Please yaar!
Thodi der silence. Phir video on ho gaya.
Pehli cheez jo dikhi – Menaka ka haath screen ke upar se guzra, monitor band kar rahi thi. Phir woh chair pe peeche baithi. Salwar-kurta pehna tha. Uske peeche… Dara… hamara watchman… hamare bed pe bilkul nanga baitha. Uska mota lund uski patli body ke saath bilkul ajib lag raha tha.
“Pati se baat khatam?” usne poochha.
Menaka ne sar hilaya.
Woh utha, screen ki taraf aaya. Menaka ki chair ke paas khada ho gaya, lund idhar-udhar latak raha tha. Usne Menaka ke kandhon pe haath rakha aur massage karne laga,
“Tumhara pati ek number ka chutiya hai jo itni garam biwi ko akela chhod ke gaya. Mere liye toh achha hai.”
Menaka ki aankhen webcam mein hi thi, jaise mujhe hi dekh rahi ho. Face pe tension, uske touch se pareshan.
“Mere pati ke baare mein mat bolo,” woh gusse mein boli.
“Okay sweetheart.”
Dara jhuka aur neck pe kiss karne laga. Menaka ne saans roki aur dhakka diya.
“Mat karo.”
“Kya hua?” woh confused. “Do din ho gaye na.”
Usne Menaka ka haath pakda aur apne lund pe rakh diya. Menaka ki ungliyaan apne-aap lapet gayi, phir sharma ke chhod diya.
“Vimla se raat bhar ka quota poora nahi ho gaya kya?”
Awaz mein jealousy saaf thi. Dara samajh gaya, hans pada,
“Jalal mat karo. Tum bhi wohi paa sakti ho.”
Aur usne kamar aage kheench ke apna khada mota lund Menaka ke gaal pe thap-thap maara.
Menaka ko gussa aa gaya, khadi ho gayi.
“BAHAR JAAO!” zor se chillayi.
“Arre memsaab…” usne manane ki koshish ki. “Dekho yeh kitna excited hai tumhare liye.”
Usne apna lund pakad liya. Menaka ek baar cam ki taraf dekhi, phir neeche lund pe…
Aur screen freeze ho gaya.
“Goddammit!” main chillaya. Connection lost.
Agli 12+ ghante tak koi network nahi. Phir finally phone mila. Maine call kiya.
“Hi honey,” maine bola.
“Hi,” woh udaas awaz mein. “Mujhse nafrat toh nahi kar rahe?”
“Matlab?”
“Jo tune dekha…”
“Asal mein zyada kuchh nahi dekha.”
“Matlab?”
Maine bataya connection kab kata.
“Oh, itni jaldi?” woh thodi soch mein.
“Haan, toh bata kya hua?”
Thodi der chup rahi, phir boli,
“Kuchh khas nahi. Maine nikal diya. Thoda jhagda kiya phir chala gaya.”
“Huh? Phir main nafrat kyun karunga?”
“Woh… kyuki tune kuchh dekha hi nahi. Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi tere saamne kuchh karne mein.”
Uska jawab thoda ajeeb laga. Jhooth bol rahi thi.
“Toh tune usko seedha nikaal diya?”
“Haan.”
“Toh monitor on kyun nahi kiya aur dekha nahi ki main disconnect ho gaya?”
“Kiya tha. Offline dikha,” thodi zor se boli.
Story match nahi kar rahi thi. Par phone pe grill nahi karna chaha. Ab tak sach bolti aayi thi, agar chhupa rahi hai toh wajah hogi. Chhod diya.
“Theek hai. Aage kya?”
Tabhi doorbell baji.
“Honey, jaana padega,” Menaka boli. “Mail karungi baad mein.”
Phone rakh diya.
Main wahan baitha raha, pakka yaqeen tha ki bahut kuchh ho chuka hai… aur aur bhi hone wala hai.
Email 3
Dearest Prakash,
Pehle sorry bolna chahti hoon. Tujhe pata hi hai main phone pe sach nahi bol payi. Jhooth isliye nahi bola ki tujhe dhoka dena tha… bas bolte waqt sharam se mar ja rahi thi. Email mein likhna thoda easy lagta hai. Aage se Dara wali sab baat sirf email se hi karenge.
Ab sach:
Tune bataya connection kab kata. Main chillayi thi “Bahar jao” jab woh nanga khada lund dikha raha tha. Par sach yeh hai ki main bahut garam ho chuki thi… uska nanga ghoomna, lund ka latakna, upar se tere dekhne ka guilt… isliye chillayi. Par meri nazar uske lund pe hi atki thi.
Main haath kamar pe rakh ke khadi thi, woh paas aaya, lund meri jaangh pe ragda, kurta ke upar se boobs dabaye. Do din se touch nahi mila tha, body tadap rahi thi. Kurta utaarne laga toh alarm baja, par maine rok nahi kiya… sharam se mar rahi thi ki tu dekh raha hoga.
Phir usne kandhe pe haath rakh ke mujhe baithne ko bola. Body ne sun liya. Squatting position mein baith gayi. Lund ek inch door muh ke saamne. Ab tak closest look tha. Muh apne-aap khul gaya hairani se… aur usne turant andar ghusa diya.
Main shock ho gayi, gag kiya, peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Par usne sir pakad liya. Lund muh ke andar, gale tak.
Main struggle kar rahi thi – tujhe pata hai mujhe blowjob pasand nahi. Par squatting mein, uske strong haathon se kuchh nahi kar payi. Uska mota garam lund muh mein ragad raha tha – jeebh pe, hoth pe, gaal ke andar. Gag bhi suppress ho gaya. Phir woh muh chodne laga, baal naak mein ghus rahe the.
“Oh wow, kitna sexy muh hai memsaab,” woh haske bola, main balance banane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Dheere-dheere revulsion chala gaya, muh-jeebh uske lund ki aadat daal gayi. Sharam se bol rahi hoon – mujhe maza aane laga. Jab usne samajh liya ki main struggle nahi kar rahi, usne sir chhoda. Ek minute tak main khud hi muh mein leke chus rahi thi, haath uski jaangh pe.
Phir yaad aaya – tu dekh raha hai! Aur shayad gussa hai ki tere liye nahi karti, uske liye khushi se kar rahi hoon. (Mujhe nahi pata tha tu disconnect ho chuka tha.)
“Ek second,” lund muh se nikaal ke CPU ke paas gayi aur power button daba ke band kar diya.
Isliye maine poochha tha ki mujhse nafrat toh nahi kar rahe. Jab pata chala tune kuchh nahi dekha, maine story badal di kyuki bahut sharam aa rahi thi. Sorry, galat kiya.
Phir jab palti toh woh peeche aa chuka tha. Phir muh mein daal diya.
Ab zameen pe ghutno pe thi, computer ke saamne, uska mota lund muh mein. Ab aadat ho gayi thi. Uske instructions follow kar rahi thi:
“Poora andar le lo gale tak… hoth zor se dabao… ab nikaalo… haan aise… ab jeebh se topi chaato… wah…”
Bra utaar di, topless kar diya. Phir khada kiya, salwar utaar di, sirf panty mein. Bed pe woh late gaya, main side mein elbows aur ghutno pe, panty mein hi uska lund chus rahi thi… hamare bed pe watchman ke saath… bahut sasta feel ho raha tha.
Paanch minute baad lund throb kiya. Muh mein nahi chahiye tha, nikaal ke boobs pe jhadwaya. Is baar normal laga. Vimla ke saath karne ke baad bhi itna saara paani… boobs pe, cleavage mein, bed pe bhi gir gaya.
Woh uth ke baitha, hug kiya, kiss kiya. Main gaand pe baithi, ghutne mod ke. Kiss karte hue uska haath meri chut pe gaya. Do ungliyaan panty ke upar se clit pe ragad rahi thi. Main kaanp gayi.
“Dara nahi!” kiss toda, uska haath rokne ki koshish ki.
“Please memsaab, ab mujhe bhi mauka do.”
“Galat lag raha hai.”
“Panty nahi utaarunga,” phir ragadne laga.
Main lad rahi thi khud se. Geeli thi, garam thi, release chahiye tha. Last boundary tootne ka darr tha. Par har ragad se darr kam ho raha tha. Finally haath hata ke dheeme se boli,
“Okay.”
Woh khushi se pagal ho gaya. Ek haath se boobs pe apna paani faila raha tha, hoth pe kiss, doosra haath panty ke upar magic kar raha tha.
“Vimla ko bahut pasand hai,” bola – jealousy hui.
Index finger clit pe, thumb aur middle finger inner thigh pe panty ke edges trace kar rahe the. Saans tez, main zor se kiss kar rahi thi, uska hoth kaat liya.
Do minute baad middle finger panty ke andar, labia pe direct touch. Main chaunk gayi, uski aankh mein dekha. Woh meri aankh mein. Maine phir kiss shuru kiya, usne samajh liya permission hai. Teeno ungliyaan panty side kheenchi, chut bahar. Dekh ke bola,
“Kitni sundar!”
Ab direct clit pe fingers. Saans phool gayi. Kuchh hi minute mein zor ka orgasm aa gaya. Main uske baahon mein tadap rahi thi. Woh kiss aur kaat raha tha. Orgasm khatam hua toh usne panty wapas chut pe cover kar di.
Release ke baad guilt aa gaya. Uthi, kapde pehnne lagi. Usne bhi kapde pehne aur chala gaya.
Yeh tha jo phone pe nahi bol payi. Maine watchman ka lund muh mein liya, usne meri chut dekhi aur finger se orgasm diya. Aur sirf ek baar nahi – aaj teen baar aur kiya, phone rakhne ke turant baad bhi.
Ab main badi crossroads pe hoon Prakash. Ab bhi sharam, guilt hai ek sadharan gurkha ke saath itna sab karne ka. Par har boundary cross karne se aur zyada involve ho jaati hoon. Ab sirf final frontier bacha hai. Pata nahi ready hoon ya nahi. Par bahut sochti hoon, aur us raat se sapne mein bhi wohi scene aata hai.
Tu hamesha supportive raha, par samajhti hoon agar ab gussa ya ghinn aa rahi ho toh bol de, main sab band kar dungi.
I love you more than life itself.
Love Menaka xoxo
Shack mein raat ke 2:30 baj rahe the. Laal bulb ab bhi jal rahi thi, daaru ki bottle khatam, sirf khali glass pada tha. Banke kursi pe baitha tha, aankhein laal, saans tez. Dara andar aaya, bilkul nanga upper body, gardan se pet tak kiss-marks, boobs ke nishaan, aur muh pe woh badi si shaitani smile.
Banke ne dheemi awaaz mein poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh poora kaam ho gaya na?”
Dara ne kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani ka glass ek ghoont mein khaali kiya aur phir dheere-dheere, har detail ke saath shuru hua:
“Banke… aaj Menaka memsaab ne mera lund muh mein liya… hamare hi bed pe… aur phir uski pink chut ko maine ungli se chod diya. Ab bas chut mein lund daalne ki ek baar baki hai.”
Banke ki saans ruk gayi.
Dara ne scene ek-ek karke khola:
“Jaate hi woh computer ke saamne khadi thi, sharma rahi thi. Maine seedha lund nikala, bilkul nanga ghum raha tha. Usne chillayi, par nazar lund pe hi atki thi. Maine paas gaya, lund uski jaangh pe ragda, kurta ke upar se boobs dabaye. Do din se touch nahi mila tha, uska jism tadap raha tha.
Kurta utara, bra utari, topless. Phir kandhe pe haath daal ke baithne ko bola. Woh squatting mein baith gayi, lund ek inch door muh ke saamne. Muh khud-ba-khud khul gaya… aur maine turant andar ghusa diya! Pehli baar uska muh choda… gale tak! Woh gag kar rahi thi, peeche hatne ki koshish, par maine sir pakad liya. Poora muh chodne laga… baal naak mein ghus rahe the.
Pehle usko revulsion tha, par dheere-dheere maza lene lagi. Jab maine sir chhoda, ek minute tak khud hi choosne lagi… jeebh se topi chaat rahi thi, hoth zor se daba rahi thi… bilkul expert ban gayi!
Phir usne computer band kar diya phir palti toh maine peeche se phir muh mein daal diya. Ab ghutno pe thi, bed pe… unke bed pe watchman ka lund choos rahi thi.
Bra-salwar utaar di, sirf panty mein. Bed pe main late gaya, woh doggy style mein lund choosti rahi. Paanch minute baad lund throb kiya… muh se nikaal ke boobs pe jhadwaya. Itna saara paani… Vimla ke saath bhi itna nahi nikalta!
Phir maine usko hug kiya, kiss kiya. Woh meri god mein baithi, ghutne mod ke. Mera haath panty ke upar chut pe gaya… do ungliyaan clit pe ragadne laga. Woh tadap gayi, ‘Dara nahi!’… par maine nahi chhoda.
Finally usne haath hata ke ‘Okay’ bol diya.
Panty side kheenchi… Banke, kya chut hai yaar! Bilkul pink, bilkul clean-shaven, chhoti si, geeli-geeli… jaise gulab ki kali! Maine bola, ‘Kitni sundar!’… phir direct clit pe ungli, teeno ungliyon se ragda… do minute mein hi zor ka orgasm! Poori tharthara gayi, mere baahon mein tadap rahi thi, muh se sirf ‘ahh… ahh…’ nikal raha tha. Orgasm ke baad panty wapas cover kar diya.
Phir guilt aa gaya usko… kapde pehne, main bhi pehen ke nikal aaya.”
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Maine mail padh ke lund pant mein tadap raha tha. Phir reply likha:
Dearest Menaka,
Na gussa hoon, na ghinn. Bahut khushi hai ki tujhe itna maza mil raha hai. I love you more than life itself. Aage jo bhi karna chahe, full blessings hain.
Love Prakash
Agla phone jab mila:
“Hi honey, I love you.”
“I love you too Prakash. Sorry email update nahi kar payi.”
“No problem, mere paas bhi internet nahi tha. Kya naya hai?”
“Abhi thoda slow chal raha hai. Dara aur main phir lad rahe hain,” woh saans bharkar boli.
“Phir se? Tum dono toh jaise hormonal teenagers ho.”
ki fight karte rehte ho, haha.”
“Pata hai. Bas itna cocky aur ghamandi ho gaya hai.”
“Galat bhi toh nahi, ab tak toh uski saari trick kaam kar rahi hain.”
“Sahi boli, par respect toh dikhaye.”
“Is baar kya hua? Ladai isliye ki woh full sex chahta hai aur tu ready nahi?”
“Nahi, bilkul alag aur ajeeb wajah hai,” woh thodi has bhi li.
“Bata.”
“Jaise email mein likha, humne ek aur boundary cross ki – maine uska lund muh mein liya, usne chut dekhi aur finger se orgasm diya. Agle din teen baar repeat kiya.”
“Settings kya thi?”
“Subah college bus chhod ke aayi toh woh aa gaya. Panty tak strip kiya, khud poora nanga. Couch pe finger se orgasm diya, phir maine blowjob diya.”
“Mmmmm… itna casually bol rahi hai, bahut garam lag raha hai.”
“Chup!” woh sharma ke hasi. “Phir shift pe gaya, bola break mein aayega, panty mein ready rehna time bachega. Tabhi tera call aaya tha.”
“Toh jab mujhse baat kar rahi thi, sirf panty mein thi?”
“Haan,” sharma ke. “Phir break mein darwaza khola toh dono itne horny the, darwaze ke andar hi zameen pe sab ho gaya.”
“Swallow karne lagi?”
“Ewwww! Nahi! Har baar body pe hi gira.”
“Okay okay.”
“Teesri baar Ayan aane se pehle bedroom mein. Yeh email mein nahi likha tha bahut sharam aa rahi thi… oh god…”
“Chod diya usne?”
“Nahi.”
“Toh?”
“Main bed pe peeth ke bal, sirf panty mein. Panty side mein kheench ke clit aur chut se khel raha tha. Orgasm aane wala tha, usne poochha panty thodi neeche kar dun better access ke liye? Maine sar hilaya. Chahta toh orgasm jaldi aaye. Usne panty thighs tak neeche kar di.”
“Shit… toh practically nangi!”
“Haan, poori chut uske saamne. Mujhe bahut zyada garam kar diya. Orgasm aaya toh pair upar-neeche karne lagi… aur panty nikal ke ud gayi.”
“Wow!”
“Haan, ab bilkul nangi. Usne khushi se pagal ho ke pair pakad ke faila diye, poori chut aur gaand dekhne laga. Maine sharam se aankhen band kar li aur haath muh pe rakh liye. Kai minute tak aggressively chut aur gaand dabata raha. UltA karke butt crack se khela. Bahut humiliating par bahut erotic bhi.”
“Amazing!”
“Finally maine pair chhuda ke kapde pehnne shuru kiye, Ayan ko lene jaana tha. Woh bhi chupke se kapde pehen ke chala gaya.”
“Ab tak toh sab theek lag raha tha. Ladai kiske baare mein?”
“Agla din shuru hua ek bilkul stupid cheez se. Phir snow-ball ho gaya.”
“Matlab?”
“Agli subah woh aayega soch ke panty mein ready thi. Aaya, hug kiya. Usne hug back kiya aur ek chhota envelope diya.”
“Kya tha usme?”
“101 rupaye. Maine poochha yeh kya hai? Usne… oh god bahut ganda lagega… bola yeh meri ‘choot-dikhayi’ hai.”
“Choot-dikhayi kya hoti hai???”
“Maine bhi gusse mein wahi poochha. Bola jaise muh-dikhayi hoti hai, unke gaon mein choot-dikhayi bhi hoti hai – biwi jab pehli baar pati ke saamne poori nangi hoti hai toh pati shukriya ke taur pe paise deta hai.”
“WHAT???”
“Pata hai! Bahut creepy laga, envelope wapas phenk diya. Usne phir diya bola custom hai. Maine chillaya – pehle toh main teri biwi nahi, aur doosra jo maza le raha hai usko paise phenk raha hai jaise randi ho? Uske bhi ego ko lagi. Bola theek hai biwi nahi, par main bhi toh tere har demand poori kar raha hoon, ek custom kyun nahi maan rahi? Phir purani baatein nikal aayi – Vimla ki jealousy, main tease hoon, uski arrogance… jhagda badhta gaya. Finally woh gusse mein nikal gaya. Ab se aaya hi nahi.”
“Weird hai!”
“Toh ab yahan holding pattern hai. Main intezaar kar rahi hoon ki woh maafi maang ke aaye. Is baar bilkul nahi jhukungi. Sorry bolna usko hai.”
Skype call continues (raw Hinglish, bilkul as it is)
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!!”
Phir thodi family aur random baatein hui aur call khatam.
Par sach bolun, “choot-dikhayi” wali baat sun ke mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Ek aadmi aurat ko chut dikhane ke paise deta hai… kitna ganda aur kitna garam! Par Menaka ko itna bura laga tha toh maine bhi usi taraf support dikhaya.
Jo thodi si video mein dekha aur jo suna, mujhe clear tha – Dara ne Menaka ko poori tarah se apni jeb mein daal rakha hai. Thodi si ego aur sharam ke wajah se kabhi-kabhi rok-ti hai, par yeh rukawat zyada din nahi chalegi. Us gurkha lund ka chut mein ghusna sirf time ki baat hai.
Dara shack mein aakar Banke ko sab batane lagta hai, usne kya kya kiya
1️⃣ Subah – college bus ke baad, 8:35 AM
Menaka ne abhi abhi bus ko bye bola tha, ghar ka darwaza band kiya hi tha ki main side gate se andar ghus gaya. Woh pink cotton saree mein thi, pallu thoda side, pasina se blouse chipka hua, cleavage dikh raha tha.
Jaate hi usne mujhe khinch liya, darwaza lock kiya aur seedha hall mein couch pe dhakel diya. Usne meri pant zip kholi, lund bahar nikala, phir khud saree aur petticoat upar utha ke meri jaangh pe baith gayi… sirf black panty mein. Panty pehle se hi geeli thi, saaf dhabba dikhai de raha tha.
Usne meri jaangh pe apni chut ragadni shuru ki… aage-peeche, aage-peeche… panty aur meri jaangh ke beech clit zor-zor se ragad rahi thi. “ahh… Dara… jaldi… late ho jaunga…” uski saans tez. Main uske boobs blouse ke upar se zor-zor se daba raha tha.
Do minute mein hi woh tadap ke jhad gayi… poori tharthara gayi, meri jaangh pe geela kar diya. Phir neeche baithi, lund muh mein liya aur paagal ho ke choosne lagi… gale tak andar-bahar… hoth zor se daba ke, jeebh se topi chaat-chaat ke. Maine uska sir pakad ke muh chod diya… 4-5 minute mein hi muh se nikaal ke uske cleavage mein jhad gaya. Poora maal blouse ke andar, bra pe, boobs ke beech bhar diya.
Woh saans phooli hui uthi, blouse geela, pallu side, aankhein band… aur boli, “Jaldi jaao… ab dopahar mein break mein aa jaana… panty mein ready rahungi.”
2️⃣ Dopahar – Lunch break, 1:10 PM
Main gate pe knock kiya, darwaza khula hi tha ki Menaka ne mujhe andar kheench liya. Woh sirf white camisole aur red panty mein thi… bra bhi nahi pehni thi, nipples khade dikh rahe the.
Dono itne horny the ki darwaze ke andar hi zameen pe baith gaye. Maine usko peeth ke bal litaya, panty side mein kheenchi aur do ungliyaan seedha chut mein ghusa di. Woh chillayi, “ahh… Dara… jaldi… bas 20 minute hain…”
Tezi se ungli andar-bahar… clit ko thumb se ragad raha tha, doosri ungli G-spot pe. Woh kamar upar utha-utha ke tadap rahi thi… 3 minute mein hi zor ka squirt kar diya… zameen geeli! Phir usne mujhe khinch ke lund muh mein liya… zameen pe ghutno pe baithi, sir pakad ke muh chodne lagi.
Maine uska muh 5-6 minute tak choda… gale tak lund daal-daalkar… phir nikaal ke uske muh pe, gaal pe, boobs pe jhad gaya. Woh saans phooli hui has rahi thi, chehra aur boobs maal se bhare hue.
Bola, “Shaam ko Ayan aane se pehle ek aur baar… bedroom mein.” Usne sirf aankhon se haan bola aur darwaza band kar diya.
3️⃣ Shaam – Ayan aane se pehle, 4:45 PM (bedroom mein)
Bedroom mein ghusa toh Menaka bed pe peeth ke bal leti thi… sirf red lace panty, kuchh nahi upar. Boobs laal, nishaan abhi bhi the subah-dopahar ke.
Maine bed pe chadha, uske pair faila diye, panty side mein kheenchi aur chut pe muh laga diya… 30 second choosa, woh tadap gayi. Phir do ungliyaan andar, tezi se chodne laga.
Orgasm aane wala tha, bola, “Panty thodi neeche kar dun better access ke liye?” Usne sharam se aankhein band kar ke sar hilaya.
Maine panty thighs tak neeche kar di… orgasm aaya toh uske pair zor se upar-neeche hue… aur panty nikal ke bed ke dusre corner mein ud gayi!
Ab bilkul nangi mere saamne… poori gori, pink tight chut, chhoti si gaand. Main pagal ho gaya… pair pakad ke aur faila diye, chut aur gaand ka hole dono dekhta raha. Phir ulta kiya, gaand upar, butt crack mein jeebh daal ke chaatne laga… woh sharam se rone lagi par maza bhi le rahi thi.
Kai minute tak nangi gaand aur chut dono ko masalta raha, kaat-ta raha, chaat-ta raha. Finally Ayan ki bus ki awaaz aayi… usne tezi se kapde pehne, main side gate se nikal gaya.
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Isliye jab teen din baad Philippines coast pe Skype mila toh main excited tha.
15 minute Ayan ke saath baat hui, phir Menaka ne usko sula diya aur topic shuru.
“So… Dara ne chod diya ab tak?”
“Nahi re! Kitne gande ho tum!” woh laal ho gayi.
“Toh at least patch-up toh ho gaya?”
“Not exactly,” usne mysteriously bola.
“Bata na!”
“Jhagde ke baad cold war shuru. Gate pe milo toh nazar chura leti thi, dono intezaar kar rahe the ki doosra pehle bole. Aur Dara ne purana trick shuru kar diya – Vimla se jealousy dilaane ka. Hamesha uske saath ghumta dikhta. Raat ko aur dopahar mein dono roof pe gayab. Ek baar toh dopahar mein lift mein leke ja raha tha mere saamne, jaan-boojh ke.”
“Kaam kiya? Sach bata.”
“Sach mein… do-teen baar mann hua ki jaake bol doon. Par choot-dikhayi wali baat ab bhi takleef de rahi thi. Isliye control mein rahi. Phir mujhe mauka mila badla lene ka.”
“Matlab?”
“Do din pehle dopahar mein shopping se aa rahi thi. Dara dikha nahi. Banke stool pe baitha tha. Mujhe dekh ke bola ek bada parcel aaya hai – woh mixer jo maine online order kiya tha. Haath mein bags the, maine bola upstairs le chalo. Woh leke aaya. Flat mein ghusa, kitchen mein box rakhne laga.”
“Usne kuchh ganda-ganda kiya?”
“Nahi, woh sirf Dara ke saath hota hai. Par nazar chura-chura ke boobs dekh raha tha. Jab box rakha aur utha toh 2-3 second tak khula stare kiya. Tab dimag mein plan bana – agar Dara Vimla se jealousy dila sakta hai, toh main bhi dikha sakti hoon.”
“WHOA! Tune Banke ka lund muh mein liya??” ?
“Nahi re! Main koi sadak-chhap randi nahi hoon jo har lund choos leti hoon. Par usko use zaroor kiya. Chai banane ko boli aur bedroom mein change karne chali gayi… darwaza aadha khula chhod ke.”
“Aha! Peep show?”
“Thoda sa. Dheere-dheere sari-petticoat utara. Mirror mein dekh rahi thi – Banke dheere-dheere darwaze ke paas aa raha tha. 6 feet door ruk gaya, poora view tha. Blouse-panty mein thi. Usne mujhe dekha toh aankhen nikal aayi. Mujhe ekdum wild feel hone laga. Plan sirf itna hi tha, par andar se awaaz aayi – aur dikhao. Maine jaldi se blouse bhi utaar diya. Kuchh second underwear mein khadi rahi, poora body dikha diya.”
“Wah! Woh andar nahi ghus aaya?”
“Thodi si darr bhi thi.”
“Darr ya ummeed?” ?
“Chup!” woh hasi. “Waise main salwar-kameez pehnne wali thi. Par uski jagah woh black pleated skirt jo tune gift ki thi pehni aur ek top.”
“Cleavage?”
“Nahi zyada. Par top pehen ke nikli toh Banke kitchen mein wapas daud ke khada ho gaya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Dining chair ke peeche kamar chhupa raha tha – ek jhalak mein samajh gayi lund khada ho gaya hai. Chai banayi, awkward silence tha. Maine poochha shaadi-shuda hai? Bola nahi. Girlfriend? Bola nahi. Phir sharma ke bola, “Kabhi-kabhi…” Maine poochha kabhi-kabhi kya? Bahut laal ho ke bola, “Kabhi-kabhi Dara Vimla ko share kar deta hai.”
“Sach mein?”
“Mera muh laal ho gaya. Kuchh nahi boli. Phir woh bola, “Memsaab, aap aur Dara lad rahe ho?” Socha haan bol dungi, par gusse mein boli, “Matlab?” Woh darr gaya, sorry bola. Maine zor se bola, “Dara kuchh bhi nahi hai, jo suna hai jhooth hai. Aur Dara mera maalik nahi hai.” Woh nervous hua, sar hilaya. Chai di, living room mein baithi, woh paas zameen pe baitha.”
“Ab bhi nervous tha?”
“Haan, par meri nangi taange ghoor raha tha. Maine thoda pair hilaya, thighs ki jhalak di. Dekha woh muh khul gaya, gala sukha.”
“Ab toh kuchh karega na?”
“At least move banaye. Plan yeh tha ki thoda fondle karne doon phir sharma ke bhejungi. Dara ko jalegi.”
“Hua?”
“Us din… nahi.”
“Par finally hua na?”
“Haan,” woh sharma gayi.
“Kab?”
“Agla din. Is baar maine poora plan karke usko phasaya,” woh hasne lagi.
“Kaise?”
“Dopahar mein balcony pe khadi thi, dekha Dara Vimla ke saath compound mein ghum raha tha. Mujhe dekh ke smile di aur jaan-boojh ke Vimla ki gaand dabaya. Vimla ne bhi mujhe dekha aur sharma gayi. Dono haath pakad ke compound se bahar chale gaye, Dara baar-baar meri taraf dekh raha tha. Mujhe aur gussa aa gaya – ab toh badla lekar rahna hai.”
“Phir Banke ke saath kya kiya?”
“Pehli baar underwear dikha diya aur taange, par woh sharma gaya ya Dara ka darr tha. Is baar thoda aage badhna tha. Gate pe jaake boli kuchh samaan roof shelf se neeche karna hai, ladder leke aao. Woh haan bola aur store room se ladder leke aaya.”
“Oho, samajh gaya! Kya pehna tha?”
“Hehe, wohi black skirt aur top. Aur mazaa dene ke liye ghar aake bra utaar di aur top wapas pehen liya.”
“Wah!”
“Hehe, top toh modest hai par bra nahi thi toh…”
“Haan jaanta hoon, tere bade-bade boobs kapde phaad ke bahar aate honge.”
“Shhhh Prakash, itne gande words!” woh sharma ke boli.
“Chal aage bata.”
“Kuchh minute mein Banke ladder leke aaya. Door se hi uski aankhen nikli jaise – bra nahi thi, nipples khade the, top se saaf dikh rahe the. 2-3 second tak stare kiya, phir nervous hoke meri taraf dekha. Maine offended act kiya aur bedroom mein le gayi.”
“Seedha bedroom!”
“Chup! Shelf wahi hai na.”
“Aur bed bhi.”
“Tum nahi sudhroge,” woh hasi. “Banke ne ladder lagaya. Bola main chadhunga, par maine bola nahi main jaanti hoon kahan hai, tum ladder pakdo. Woh nervous hua, haan bola.”
“Aur show shuru?”
“Haan thoda sa. Ladder pakda, main chadhne lagi – jaan-boojh ke uske bilkul paas se, boobs uske kandhe se touch ho rahe the. Woh kaanp utha. 3-4 seedhi chadhi, already shelf tak pahunch gayi thi. Neeche dekha – Banke skirt ke andar taange ghoor raha tha. Bahut exposed feel hua, par himmat aayi. Aur do seedhi chad gayi – ab skirt ka hem uske sir ke upar tha.”
“Panty ka colour?”
“Laal.”
“Mmmmmm.”
Main aankhen band karke soch raha tha – meri sharmili biwi ladder pe itna upar, nangi cream colour ki taange, skirt ke andar laal panty mein gol-gol gaand… Banke ke muh ke bilkul upar. High-class housewife itni besharami se watchman ko apna sab dikha rahi hai… lund pant mein tadap utha.
“Wahan upar ruk gayi, bags-trunk mein dekhne lagi. Ek-do baar neeche dekha – Banke seedha panty mein ghoor raha tha. Jaise hi nazar mili, sharma ke side ho gaya.”
“Uska muh laal, teri gaand laal.”
“Hehe. Thodi der baad do cheezein uthayi aur usko di. Phir neeche utarne lagi. Uske chehre pe disappointment saaf tha. Asli plan yahi tak tha. Par utarte waqt uski body ki garmi feel hui, muscular baahen dekhi… aur ekdum se plan badla. Jab last se doosri seedhi pe thi, maine jaise slip kiya aur peeche gir gayi. Usne turant baahen faila ke mujhe pakad liya.”
“Tu toh badi chudail ban gayi hai!” main hairaan.
Woh phir sharma gayi.
“Weight se woh do kadam peeche hua. Uski baahen meri kamar pe. Jab ruka, meri peeth aur gaand uske seene aur lund se chipki hui thi. Turant ek sakht cheez skirt ke andar se gaand pe chubhi – lund khada tha. Aur size se laga bahut bada hai.”
“Phir usne haath daala?”
“Pehle nahi. Kuchh second aise hi raha. Uske garam saans kaan pe lag rahe the. Maine darr-darr ke bola, “Sorry, slip ho gayi.” Usne “hmm” kiya aur dono haath upar karke top ke upar se boobs pakad liye. Saath hi kamar aage kheench ke lund aur zor se gaand pe ragda. Maine sharma ke bola, “Banke… yeh kya kar rahe ho?” Par haath nahi hataya. Usne top ke upar se bra-less boobs masalne shuru kar diye. Jab samajh gaya main resist nahi kar rahi, mujhe ladder se sata diya. Left haath boobs pe, right haath skirt ke andar – inner thighs sehlaane laga, phir panty ke upar chut pe haath rakh diya. Tab andaar alarm baja, maine dhakka diya. Woh peeche hata. Maine rehearsed line maari, “Banke, main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon.” Woh darr ke bola, “Sorry memsaab, bas mood mein aa gaya.” Maine gusse ka acting kiya, “Jao yahan se!” Woh ladder uthaya aur daud ke nikal gaya.”
“Tune toh us bechare ke saath bahut bura kiya!”
“Hehe, shayad. Par plan toh tha Dara ko jalana.”
“Phir kya hua?”
“Abhi tak kuchh khas nahi. Dekhte hain aage kya hota hai.”
Phir baaki baatein hui aur call khatam.
Ab Menaka ne poora game ulta kar diya.
Shack mein raat ke 11:30 baje. Dara kursi pe baitha daaru pee raha tha, gusse mein Menaka aur 101 rupaye ki baat kar raha tha. Banke saamne baitha tha, paseena abhi bhi nahin sukha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, lund abhi bhi adha khada.
Dara (gusse mein): “Aaj dopahar mein roof shelf ka kaam tha na? Menaka memsaab ne bulaya tha tujhe? Kya kiya tune?”
Banke ne sar neeche kiya, jhooth taiyar tha, bilkul safe wala jhooth:
“Dada ji… bas ladder leke gaya, shelf se do purane bags neeche kiye… memsaab ne jeans aur T shirt pehna tha……..… maine bas dekha aur aa gaya. Woh bhi gusse mein thi, bola ‘jaldi karo aur niklo’. Bas itna hi.”
Dara ne glass table pe patka: “Aur kuchh nahi? Haath nahi lagaya?”
Banke (sar hila ke): “Bilkul nahi dada ji… maine toh bas ladder pakda aur nikal aaya.”
(Dara ko Banke par shak hone lagta hai)
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Dara jitna bhi try karta – gate pe khada muskuraata, “Memsaab” bolta, nazar milane ki koshish karta – Menaka bilkul andekha kar deti thi.
Jaise woh hawa mein hai, Menaka ki nazar uspe padti hi nahi.
Subah college bus ke time
Menaka bilkul jaan-boojh ke sabse tight sari pehenti – low waist, petticoat itna neeche ki navel se 3 inch neeche tak nanga pet.
Pallu loose chhodti taaki chalte waqt bar-bar side ho jaaye, bra aur cleavage dikhe.
Dara gate pe khada hota, aankhen nikaal ke dekhta, lund pant mein ubhar jaata… par Menaka seedha uske paas se guzar jaati, ek baar bhi side nahi dekhti.
Bus jaane ke baad jab palat-ti hai toh gaand ka extra swing deti hai… Dara ki saans ruk jaati hai, woh dono haath se pant ke upar se lund ko daba leta hai.
Shaam ko grocery se wapas
Haath mein bags, pasina se sari chipki hui, nipples saaf dikh rahe…
Dara gate kholne ke liye daudta hai, “Memsaab, main le leta hoon” bolta hai.
Menaka cold voice mein, “Nahi zaroori,” bol ke nikal jaati hai.
Chalte waqt gaand itni zor se matak-ti hai ki Dara wahi khada reh jaata hai, muh khula, lund pant mein tadap raha.
Lift mein agar saath aa jaaye
Dara andar ghus jaata hai, mirror mein Menaka ke boobs aur gaand ko ghoorta rehta.
Menaka bilkul side ko muh karke khadi ho jaati hai, ek shabd nahi bolti.
Dara ki saansein tez, lund khada… par Menaka neeche utar ke chal deti hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.
Balcony mein khadi ho toh
Menaka jaan-boojh ke dopahar mein kapde sukhaane aati hai – chhoti si top aur skirt ya short nighty.
Dara neeche chair pe baitha hota hai, nazar upar gadhi rehti hai.
Hawa chalti hai, pallu ud jaata hai ya skirt thodi upar… Menaka dheere se theek karti hai par jaanti hai Dara dekh raha hai.
Kabhi jaan-boojh ke jhuk ke kapde uthati hai taaki gaand poori shape mein dikhe… Dara ki jeebh bahar aa jaati hai.
Raat ko 11-12 baje jab building sona shuru ho jaata hai
Dara roof pe akela baitha cigarette peeta rehta hai, dimag mein sirf Menaka…
Sochta hai – “Ek baar toh bas haath laga doon… yeh besharam sari wali gaand faad doonga.”
Par Menaka ne poora control le liya hai.
Dara din-ba-din bechain, gussa, horny… teen din se haath bhi nahi laga paya.
Lund roz khada rehta hai, raat ko jhopdi mein let ke mutthi maarta hai aur Menaka ka naam leta hai.
Aur Menaka ko poora pata hai –
Jab bhi woh Dara ke paas se guzarti hai, uski nazar uski aankhon mein nahi, uski jaangh pe hoti hai – jaise bol rahi ho,
“Ab tadap… ab dekh kitna dum hai tere andar.”
Ek subah Menaka ne poora attack kar diya.
Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke wapas aayi toh uska look dekh ke Dara ke hosh ud gaye:
Skin-tight black Nike yoga pants – poori gaand ka perfect shape, har curve ubhara hua, crotch mein camel-toe saaf dikh raha tha.
Chhota sa grey tank top – bra nahi pehni thi, nipples khade-khade poke kar rahe the, side-boob aur under-boob dono dikhai de rahe the.
Baal khule, chashma laga ke, earphones daal ke jaise gym ja rahi ho… par jaanti thi Dara dekh raha hai.
Gate pe Dara khada tha.
Jaise hi Menaka paas aayi, uska muh khula reh gaya.
Aankhen yoga pants mein bandhi hui gaand pe, phir upar nipples pe… lund ek second mein pant mein ubhar gaya, itna mota ki saaf dikh raha tha.
Menaka bilkul usko ignore karti hui paas se guzri, jaan-boojh ke hips extra swing karte hue.
Gate ke bilkul paas se guzarte waqt usne dheere se apni gaand ko thoda peeche kiya taaki Dara ke haath se 2 inch door se guzar jaaye… Dara ka haath apne-aap aage badha par Menaka nikal gayi.
Lift mein chadhne lagi toh Dara peeche-peeche daud ke aaya, “Memsaab… ek minute…”
Menaka ne earphone nikaala, cold voice mein, “Kya hai?”
Dara ki awaaz ladkhadayi, “Memsaab… jo bhi hua… sorry… maaf kar do… galti ho gayi…”
Uske muh se sorry nikal raha tha, par aankhen Menaka ke nipples aur camel-toe pe hi thi.
Menaka ne ek second tak usko dekha, phir dheere se muskuraayi – ek aisi smile jo bol rahi thi “Abhi nahi, tadap aur”.
Phir earphone daal ke lift mein ghus gayi, darwaza band hone se pehle ek baar peeche mud ke apni gaand ko haath se thapthapaya jaise bol rahi ho – “Yeh abhi nahi milegi”.
Dara wahi gate pe khada reh gaya, lund pant mein tadap raha, haath se daba-daba ke, aankhon mein paagalpan.
Dopahar mein balcony pe aayi – wohi yoga pants aur tank top.
Dara neeche chair pe baitha tha, jaise hi Menaka dikhi usne turant khada ho gaya.
Menaka ne jaan-boojh ke stretch kiya – haath upar, tank top aur upar chadha, poora flat stomach aur under-boob dikh gaya… phir side bend kiya taaki gaand yoga pants mein aur tight ho jaaye.
Dara ki saansein tez, muh khula… usne haath jod ke “Memsaab please…” ishara kiya.
Menaka ne side se dekha, ek ungli se “no” ka sign banaya aur andar chal gayi.
Shaam ko grocery se wapas aayi – abhi bhi wohi yoga pants aur tank top, paseena se chipke hue, nipples aur camel-toe aur saaf.
Dara gate kholne daud ke aaya, “Memsaab… maafi… sach mein sorry…”
Menaka ne bags uske haath mein thama diye (pehli baar touch kiya), dheere se uske kaan mein boli,
“Abhi nahi… thodi aur tadap lo.”
Phir bags wapas liye aur gaand matkaate hue nikal gayi.
Dara raat bhar jhopdi mein pada raha… lund haath mein, Menaka ki yoga pants wali gaand aur nipple wale boobs dimag mein… teen baar mutthi maari par sukoon nahi mila.
Ab har din woh sirf ek hi cheez bolta hai – “Memsaab… maaf kar do…”
Aur Menaka har baar muskura ke “Abhi nahi” bol ke nikal jaati hai… jaise keh rahi ho –
“Jab tak main na kahun, tab tak sirf dekh sakte ho… haath bhi nahi laga sakte.”
Raat ke 12:30 baje.
Building bilkul sona shuru ho chuka tha. Sirf compound ki ek light jal rahi thi, baaki sab andhera.
Menaka chupke se balcony mein aayi.
Wahi black Nike yoga pants aur grey tank top… paseena ab sukha hua tha, par fabric ab bhi body se chipka hua tha, nipples saaf dikh rahe the.
Dara neeche gate pe akela baitha cigarette pee raha tha, dimag mein bas Menaka.
Upar dekha toh Menaka balcony ki railing pe haath rakh ke khadi thi, seedha uski taraf muh karke.
Dara turant khada ho gaya, cigarette phenk diya, haath jod liye.
Menaka ne ek ungli se “shhh” kiya aur dheere se muskuraayi.
Phir usne jaan-boojh ke stretch kiya:
dono haath upar uthaye, tank top poora upar chadha gaya… poora flat stomach, under-boob aur side-boob dikh gaya.
phir side bend kiya, yoga pants mein gaand ekdum gol aur tight ho gayi, crotch camel-toe aur saaf.
Dara ki aankhen nikal aayi… lund pant mein ek second mein khada, itna zor se ki pant ke upar se shape dikh raha tha.
Menaka ne dheere se railing pe peeche mud gayi, dono haath railing pe rakh ke thoda jhuk gayi… gaand poori tarah se ubhar gayi, yoga pants mein jaise do perfect gol balls dikhai de rahe hon.
Dara ne apna lund pant ke upar se zor se dabaya, muh khula reh gaya.
Menaka ne ek haath peeche le jaake apni gaand pe dheere se thapki maari… phir do ungliyaan V shape mein banayi aur gaand ke beech mein rakha (jaise bol rahi ho “Yahin daal sakte ho… par abhi nahi”).
Dara pagal ho gaya… dono haath se apna lund daba raha tha, muh se dheemi awaaz nikal rahi thi “Memsaab… please… maaf kar do… bas ek baar…”
Menaka ne palat ke usko dekha, hoth pe ungli rakhi “shhh”, phir dheere se tank top ko thoda upar uthaya… nipples ek second ke liye dikh gaye, phir wapas neeche kar diya.
Dara ab bilkul pagal… ghutno pe baith gaya, haath jod ke rone laga jaise “Memsaab… mar jaunga… bas ek baar chhoo lene do…”
Menaka ne ek flying kiss diya, phir apni gaand ko dono haath se pakad ke zor se dabaya (jaise bol rahi ho “Yeh abhi bhi meri hai”), aur dheere se andar chal gayi.
Balcony ki light band.
Dara wahi zameen pe baitha raha… lund pant mein tadap raha tha, haath se ragad raha tha, aankhon mein paagalpan…
“Memsaab… ek baar… bas ek baar…” bas yahi bak raha tha.
Aur Menaka andar jaake bed pe let gayi, chut mein ungli daal ke khud jhad gayi… sochte hue ki Dara abhi neeche kitna tadap raha hoga.
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