Misc. Erotica Ek Sanskari Aurat Sikhar Bani Ek Haramzade Janwar Ki

[studhussain]

Party ke grand ballroom mein dim amber lights mein jab Aman ne pehli baar Ambika ko dekha, uska pura jism ek bijli ke jhatke se sihar utha. Uska lauda pant ke andar itni tez se tan gaya ki fabric mein dard hone laga, supada laal ho kar pre-cum se geela ho gaya, jaise abhi bahar nikal kar Ambika ki chut mein ghus jaaye.

Wo door khada tha, lekin uski aankhen Ambika pe jam gayi thi – jaise koi bhookha janwar apne sabse rasile, sabse garam shikaar ko dekhta hai, uski saans tez ho gayi, muh sukha gaya, haath apne aap pant pe gaya aur laude ko zor se dabaya.

Pehle uski nazar Ambika ke chehre pe padi – woh apsara jaisa flawless glow, badi badi kaali aankhen jo masoom lagti thi lekin andar se ek sulagti hui, tadapti hui hawas ki aag dikha rahi thi, rasile plump gulabi hoth jo choomne, choosne, kaatne ke liye bane the, thodi si lip gloss ki chamak unpe, jaise wo keh rahe ho “Mere muh mein tera lauda daal”. Aman ne andar se socha, “Ye hoth mere laude ko kitne gehre tak le sakte hain… ye rasile hoth mere supade ko chooste hue kitne garam honge… main iske muh mein itna gehra pelaunga ki ye gag karegi, phir mera virya pee jaayegi.”

Phir nazar neeche sarki – Ambika ki heavy red silk saree mein lapeta hua qayamat-dhaane wala figure. Low-cut blouse itna tight tha ki bade bade gore, heavy stan ubhar ubhar kar bahar aane ko tadap rahe the, nipples excitement se pehle se hi sakht ho kar thin silk se clearly pointy dikh rahe the, jaise wo chillaa rahe ho “Pakdo mujhe, noch mujhe, chooso mujhe zor se”. Cleavage itna gehra, creamy, inviting ki mangalsutra uske beech mein doob raha tha, jaise wo cleavage ko aur madak bana raha ho. Aman ka lauda pant mein pulse karne laga, usne socha, “Ye stan… kitne mulayam, kitne rasile… main inko dono haathon se nochunga, muh mein poora bharunga, nipples ko daant se kaat kaat kar laal kar dunga, choos choos kar doodh nikalne ki koshish karunga… aur ye mangalsutra pakad kar dhakke maarunga jab ye mere neeche sihar sihar kar royegi aur chillayegi ‘Aaaah Aman… aur zor se!’”

Phir nazar aur neeche – Ambika ki patli, chikni kamar jo blouse ke neeche se thodi si skin dikha rahi thi, phir un bhari, gol, juicy hips pe jo saree mein lapet kar bhi chhup nahi paa rahe the. Har kadam pe gaand itni sensuously, itni rhythmically matak rahi thi ki Aman ki saans ruk gayi, uska lauda pant mein itna sakht ho gaya ki dard hone laga, pre-cum ki dhaar nikal aayi. Usne socha, “Ye gaand… kitni bhari, kitni tight, kitni juicy… main isko dono haathon se pakad kar peeche se pelaunga, thappad maarunga ki laal ho jaayegi, awaaz goonjti rahegi thap thap thap, aur ye khud hips peeche karke bolegi ‘Aman… gaand mein daal do… phaad do mujhe!’ Main iski gaand mein bhi pelaunga, itna zor se ki ye roye aur maza le ek saath.”

Aman ki saans tez thi, chehra laal, aankhen chhoti ho gayi thi hawas se. Usne glass tight pakda, andar se ek janwar jaisi gurrahat mehsoos ki aur dimag mein ek ke baad ek gandi tasveer banne lagi.

Aman ne turant apna network lagaya or pata kiya iss bala ki khubsurat aurat ke bare me. Fir sochta raha ki ye aurat meri ultimate trophy hai… top officer ki biwi… 43 ki lekin itni jawan, itni garam, itni gili chut wali. Ye sindoor, ye mangalsutra, ye heavy jewellery – sab ke saath chodunga, jewellery ki khanak sunte hue iski chut mein dhakke maarunga. Iski tight, hari bhari chut ko apne mote laude se ragad ragad ke phaadunga… itna zor se pelaunga ki iski chut ki walls stretch ho jayengi, ye cheekhegi “Aaaah mar gayi… tera lauda bahut mota hai… phaad raha hai mujhe!” phir khud hips hilayegi aur bolegi “Aur zor se Aman… meri chut teri hai!” Iski gaand mein bhi pelaunga, muh mein virya chhodaunga, iske stan pe virya maalish karunga. Isko pregnant karunga… mera haramzada iske pet mein ugaunga… aur duniya ko lagega Rajsekhar ka hai. Iske pati aur bete ko lachar kar ke dekhunga jab ye mere bistar pe mere neeche tadapegi, siharegi, royegi, aur bolegi “Aman… I love you… tera lauda mera devta hai… mujhe hamesha pelte raho.” Ye meri permanent rakhail banegi… mall ke bathroom mein god mein utha kar pelaunga, 5-star hotel mein jewellery pehni hui missionary mein pelaunga, farmhouse mein doggy mein gaand maarunga… ye khud message karegi “Aman, meri chut geeli ho rahi hai… aa kar bhar de mujhe apne virya se.”

Aman ne Ambika ko door se hi ghoorta raha, uski nazar uski gaand ki matak pe, stan ke ubhaar pe, cleavage pe, hothon pe ghoomti rahi. Uska lauda pant mein itna sakht aur garam tha ki wo mehsoos kar raha tha jaise abhi phat jaayega. Usne apna haath pant mein daala, laude ko zor se dabaya, pre-cum ungliyon pe laga, aur andar se ek khatarnak, hawas bhari smile di.

Us pal Aman ka dimag sirf ek hi cheez se bhara tha – Ambika ki chut ko apna bana lena, uski ijjat ko apne garam virya se bhar dena, uski family ko hamesha ke liye lachar aur cuckold bana dena, aur uski cheekhon aur siskariyon ko apna nasha bana lena.

“Ambika Chouhan… teri chut, tera jism, teri rooh – sab mera hai ab. Ek hafte mein tu mere bistar pe hogi… mere laude pe uchalti hui… mera naam leti hui… meri rakhail ban kar.”