Misc. Erotica Shreya Ke Raaz: Kab tak Chhupenge

[Celebrorn]

Chapter 8

Shaam ka andhera hote hote Shreya ki aankh khuli. Usne apne upar ek blanket ko paaya, jo shayad wahan nahi tha jab woh soyi thi. Usne aakhen malte hue idhar udhar dekha, ghar mein andhera aur bilkul shaanti thi. Tabhi use shaam ko Rohit se hui ladayi yaad aayi aur woh jhat se khadi ho gayi.

Mann mein ekdam darr sa baith gaya ki Rohit ghar aaya bhi tha ya nahi. Woh jaldi se living room ki light on karke Rohit ke kamre ki taraf badi. Uske kamre ka darwaza halke se kholte hue check kiya toh woh apne bistar par so raha tha. Uska vichlit mann ek pal ke liye shaant hua, par phir dubara se wahi shaam wala gussa aane laga.

Is ladke ki itni himmat ho gayi ki usne aaj itna kuch keh diya, Shreya ne gusse mein badbadate hue socha. Woh bhi toh ladkiyon ke saath kaisi kaisi baatein karne laga tha... kya naam tha uski behaya girlfriend ka... Aanya... haan shayad yehi tha. Uske baare mein sochte hi Shreya gusse mein tez saans lene lagi. Shayad usi ladki ke saath ka nateeza tha ki uska pyaara sa beta uske haath se nikalne laga tha, aur bado jaisa behave karne laga tha.

Shreya apne kamre mein aayi, jo abhi bhi faila hua tha. Bistar abhi bhi thoda geela tha, jisse use Manish ka use jam ke chodna yaad aane laga. Usne jaldi se bistar se chaddar hatayi aur doosri chaddar bichhane lagi. Aur phir apne kapde samet kar andar rakhne lagi. Par uski skirt... woh skirt kahin nahi dikh rahi thi. Shreya jaldi se bahar living room mein aayi, aur sofe ke paas skirt ko dhoondne lagi. Woh uske kambal mein bhi nahi thi.

Woh skirt ko dhoond hi rahi thi ki achanak peeche se use Rohit ne hug kiya.

"Mumma... kuch dhoond rahi ho kya?" Rohit ne apna sar uske kandhe par rakhte hue kaha. Uski tone itni normal aur shaant thi jaise unke beech koi ladayi hi na hui ho.

"Hmm.. kuch nahi," Shreya ko abhi bhi gussa aa raha tha par woh jyada kuch nahi boli.

"Kya hua, aap abhi gussa ho?" Rohit ne Shreya ko peeche se kas ke pakadte hue poocha.

"Ahhh... chhodo mujhe Rohit," Shreya uski kasti hui baahon mein pighal rahi thi, "Tum toh ab mujhse bhi bade ho gaye ho na, toh main tum par kaise gussa ho sakti hoon."

"Mumma... suna na meri baat please," Rohit ne Shreya ko pakde hue sofe par bithaya aur use kas ke jakad liya.

Rohit ne Shreya ke maathe par halke se kiss kiya, "Mumma... I am sorry... par thappad toh aapne hi maara tha na mujhe."



"Haan par... tumne bhi toh..." Shreya uske pyaar mein pighal si rahi thi. Woh palat kar uski taraf ho gayi aur uske gaal ko halke se chhuaa, "Achha dikhayo... jyada tez maar diya tha kya?"

"Hmm... thoda sa," Rohit ne Shreya ki aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, "Par ab theek hai."

Rohit ne sofe par slide hote hue apna sar Shreya ki godi mein rakh liya.

Shreya ne uske baalon mein halke se haath fera, aur phir kuch der baad kaha, "Kyun karte ho tum itna gussa?"

Rohit ki aankhen bhar aayi thi, "Bas... lagta hai... koi aapko mujhse chheen na le..."

"Pagal ladka," Shreya ne uske sar par halke se haath maara, "Mujhe koi nahi chheen sakta. Par agar tumhe kisi ne chheen liya mujhse toh?"

"Mujhe kaun chheenega?"

"Hmmm... mujhe kya pata?" Shreya ne sochte hue kaha, "Koi ladki... girlfriend... ya ek din tumhari wife?"

Rohit ne apni maa ki godi mein sar rakhe hue hi unki hatheli ko apne gaal par halka sa ragda. Unke haath ka soft sa touch use bahut acha lagta tha. "Wife toh tab aayegi na Mumma jab main kisi ko apne aur aapke beech aane doonga. Aur mujhe nahi lagta ki mujhe aapke alawa kisi aur ki zaroorat hai."

Shreya ko uski baaton mein ek ajeeb si possessiveness mehsoos hui. Shreya ne ek gehri saans li aur uske baalon ko sehlaaya. Uske dimaag ke kone mein abhi bhi woh skirt ghoom rahi thi, jo jaane kahan gayab ho gayi thi.

"Achha baba, ab itni filmy baatein mat karo. Waise bhi bahut der ho gayi," Shreya ne halke se Rohit ko hataya. "Main face wash karti hoon, phir kuch khane ka dekhte hain."

Shreya uth kar tezi se apne bedroom ki taraf gayi. Jaise hi usne darwaza band kiya, usne har jagah nazrein daadi. Bed ke niche, parde ke peeche, yahan tak ki laundry basket mein bhi... par woh skirt gayab thi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki skirt aakhir gayi kahan. Kahin Manish ne toh use apne saath nahi le gaya? Bas woh koi aisi jagah na ho, jahan woh Rohit ke haath lag jaye.

Shreya ke mann abhi bhi thoda sa pareshaan tha aur woh face wash karke bahar aa gayi. Aaj woh kafi thaki hui feel kar rahi thi, toh bas to ek simple sa maggi dinner banana tha. Usne dono plate dinner table par rakh di aur dono saath baith kar khaane lage.

"Rohit... woh," Shreya ne khaate hue hichkichate hue pucha, "Jab main soyi thi, toh kya tumne living room mein safai ki thi? Mera matlab... kuch bikhra hua toh nahi tha wahan?"

Rohit ne bade aaram se Shreya ki taraf dekh kar ek masoom muskurahat di. "Nahi toh Mumma, sab kuch toh saaf tha. Bas aap soyi hui thin aur blanket thoda niche gira tha, toh maine wahi theek kar diya. Kyun? Aapka kuch kho gaya hai kya?"

"Nahi... kuch nahi. Bas aise hi laga jaise mera ek... mera matlab hai, office ki ek file ka paper wahin gir gaya tha shayad." Shreya ne baat ko sambhaalte hue kaha.

"Paper?" Rohit ne serious hote hue kaha, "Agar koi zaruri cheez hogi toh mil jayegi. Aap fikar mat kijiye."

Shreya ne chup-chap apna dinner finish kiya. Kaafi lamba din ho gaya tha jaise aaj. Use lag raha tha ki Manish ne galti se woh skirt apne kapdon ke saath samet li hogi. "Chalo theek hai agar uske paas hai," usne mann hi mann socha.

Dinner ke baad, jab Shreya apne kamre mein sone chali gayi, Rohit ne apne kamre ka darwaza dheere se band kiya aur use andar se lock kar diya.

Usne cupboard khola aur apne kapdon ke dher ke niche se woh short skirt nikaali. Bahar ki halki roshni mein us silk ke kapde ki chamak Rohit ki aankhon mein utar aayi thi. Usne skirt ko apne hathon mein liya, woh itni choti aur narm thi ki Rohit ko yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki yeh uski mummy ki hai.

Usne skirt ko apne chehre ke paas laya. Usme se Shreya ke badan ki mehek aur wahi teekhi, musky mardana perfume ki milli-juli smell aa rahi thi jo Manish Kapoor ki thi. Rohit ne apni aankhein band kar li aur us kapde ko apne gaal par ragadne laga. Ek ajeeb sa ehsaas ho raha tha - ek ajeeb si kashish, nafrat aur gusse ka mili jula sa mishran. 

Woh skirt ko apne gaal par ragad hi raha tha ki uske silent phone ne kamre mein roshni kar di. Rohit ne skirt ko bed par par side mein rakha aur call utha li.

"Hey, baby! So gaye kya?" Aanya ki chulbuli aawaz goonji.

Rohit ka dimaag abhi bhi us skirt mein atka tha. "Nahi... bas leta tha. Bol?"

"Aaj itni jaldi kyun chale gaye tum?" Aanya thoda roothte hue boli, "Tumhare bina bilkul achha nahi lag raha tha."

"Arre, woh... Mummy ki tabiyat thodi theek nahi thi, isliye jaldi aana pada," Rohit ne jhoot bola, uski ungliyan abhi bhi us narm silk ko chhoo rahi thi.

"Oh! Kya hua aunty ko?" Aanya ki aawaz mein thodi fiqr aa gayi.

"Bas aise hi... thodi sardi lag gayi hai." Rohit ne ek baar phir badi aasani se jhooth bola.

"Acha... waise... tumne woh video aur pics delete kar di jo maine bheji thi?" Aanya ki aawaz ab dheemi aur thodi shararati ho gayi thi.

"Tune aaj bhi koi photo bheji thi kya?" Rohit ne turant call ko minimize karke Aanya ki bheji hui photos ko phir se dekhne laga.

Pehli photo mein tight kapdo mein jakde hue uske boobs behad bade aur dabochne layak lag rahe they. Uski gori jaanghen... uff....



Doosri photo mein usne kaafi revealing night dress pehni hui thi, aur uske cleavage ka mast nazara dikh raha tha, aur uski sexy shakal bhi.



"Sexy...." Rohit ka lund apne aap akadne laga, uske haath mein abhi bhi mummy ki skirt thi. "Par pura nude ho kar bhejti na, us din ki tarah."

"Shut up! Waise tumne woh video delete kar di na." Uska lehja abhi bhi shararati tha, par aawaz mein ek halki si ghabrahat bhi thi.

Rohit uski doosri photo ko zoom karke dekhne laga. "Nahi kiya delete... aur karne ka irada bhi nahi hai," Rohit ne dabi hui awaaz mein kaha, uska poora dhyaan ab phone ki screen par dikh rahi Aanya ki gori cleavage par tha.

"Toh fir kya iraada hai," Aanya ki awaaz mein ek thartharahat thi, jo bata rahi thi ki woh bhi uski baaton se uttejit ho rahi hai. "Kal aa rahe ho na college... mumma's boy!"

"Zaroor aayunga... aur kal tumhe apna iraada achhi tarah batayunga. My bad bad girl." Rohit ka haath skirt se hatt kar apne lund par chala gaya.

"Tum na... bahut woh ho gaye ho aajkal... pehle aise nahi they bilkul." Aanya ne shikayat bhari aawaz mein kaha. Bistar par leti hui woh apne baalon ki ek lat ko ungliyon mein bade dhire se ghumaane lagi. Uska dil Rohit ki baaton se uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, aur woh apni doosri ungli se apne honton ko halke se sehla rahi thi.

"Pehla main chhota tha... ab bada ho gaya hoon." Rohit ne ek bhaari aawaz mein kaha, jo uski nahi thi. Rohit ka haath apne lund par tezi se chal raha tha. Usne skirt ko utha kar apne lund par ghisna shuru kar diya.

Aanya ne ek gehri saans li, jisse phone mein uski saanson ki garmahat saaf sunayi di. "Achha? Kitne bade ho gaye ho?"

"Saamne toh badi shareef banti ho, kal dikhata hoon ki kitna bada ho gaya hoon." Phone par Aanya ki aawaz aur saansein aur lund par ghisti hui woh soft skirt uske andar ek alag hi junoon paida kar rahi thi. Ek taraf Aanya ka jism screen par tha, aur doosri taraf uski Mumma ki mehek uske haath mein thi.

"Bas dikhayoge ya... kuch aur?" Aanya ne haste hue pucha, uska lehja ab poori tarah se uttejit ho chuka tha. Shayad woh bhi doosri taraf apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi.

"Dono," Rohit ne kaha. "Bas tu college ke baad free rehna, koi bahana nahi chalega kal."

"Mmmmm...." Aanya ne ek gehri saans li. 

"Haan... aise hi," Rohit ka haath ab behad tezi se chal raha tha. "Kal jab milenge na toh yehi aawazein sunna chahta hoon main."

"Mmm... Rohit... please..." Aanya ne siskaari bhari. "Aaj sach mein kya ho gaya tumhe. Tum mujhe dara rahe ho... par pata nahi kyun, mujhe maza aa raha hai."

"Kyun? Tu hi toh chahti thi yeh sab, ab kya hua, darr gayi?"

"Mmmmm.... babyyyy.... uffff... ahhh... main nahi darne wali." Aanya ki aawaz ekdam sultry ho chuki thi.


"Kal batayunga woh toh.... ahhhhh..." Rohit ek dam se jhad gaya aur uska sperm skirt par nikalne laga. Woh jaldi se uth baitha, "Chal ab kal hi karenge baaki baat. Goodnight, bye."

"Goodnight.... muahhhh... Happy Valentine Day again! I love you so much." Aanya ka jaise mann hi nahi ho raha tha phone rakhne ka.

Rohit ne call khatam karke phone ko bed par phenka aur lambi saansein lene laga. Uska badan abhi bhi tharthara raha tha. Usne dekha ki uski mummy ki us mehngi silk skirt par uske sperm ke safed dhabbe lag gaye the. Ek pal ke liye use darr lagne laga, jaise yeh baat kahin mummy ko pata na chal jaye.

Doosre hi pal usne skirt se apna lund pocha aur khade hote hue skirt ko ek plastic bag mein daal kar phir se apni almari mein sarka diya.

Woh jhad toh chuka tha par phir bhi kaafi uttezit mehsoos kar raha tha. Shayad time aa gaya tha ki kal woh apne aur Aanya ke rishte ko agle level par le jaaye. Aanya toh jaane kab se usse yehi chahti thi, kitni baar toh woh is sab ke baare mein hint de chuki thi. Pata nahi woh hi kyun ruka hua tha ab tak, pata nahi kya cheez rok rahi thi use.

Kal... Kal sab badal jaayega. Kal woh aakhir Aanya ko uska pending Valentine gift de hi dega.