Fantasy BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI ,(.uske bad kai Lund se chudai)

[Anita patel]

UPDET 3

Main usko seedha mummy-papa ke bedroom mein le gayi. Bada double bed, soft mattress, clean sheets. Darwaza andar se band kiya. Buddha mere peeche-peeche aaya. Uske nazar ne pehle mere transparent kameez ke through black bra ko dekha, phir neeche.

Usne mera haath pakad kar bed ke paas khada kar diya. “Aaj dheere-dheere… sab kapde nikalenge. Pehli baar poori tarah nangi dekhunga tujhe.”

Pehle usne meri kameez ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Dheere-dheere. Har button ke saath uski ungliyan meri soft skin ko touch karti thin. Kameez khulte hi meri black bra fully dikh gayi—cups mein meri bhaari chunchiyan tight bandhi hui. Usne kameez ko meri shoulders se utaar diya. Ab main sirf bra aur salwar mein thi.

Phir usne bra ke straps ko dheere se neeche kiya. Peeche jaakar hooks khole. Bra aage se khul gayi. Usne usko dheere-dheere meri arms se utaar diya. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan bilkul azaad ho gayin. Nipples already hard the. Usne unhe sirf dekha, abhi touch nahi kiya. “Kitni sundar… pehli baar poori nangi chhati dekh raha hoon.”

Ab neeche. Usne meri salwar ka naada khola. Dheere-dheere salwar ko mere hips se neeche kheenchne laga. Salwar girte hi meri pink panty dikh gayi—soft cotton, jo already thodi geeli thi. Usne mujhe bed par bithaya, phir panty ke dono sides se pakad kar dheere-dheere neeche utaarne laga. Panty meri thighs se slide hoti hui neeche giri. Ab main bilkul nangi thi—pehli baar kisi mard ke saamne poori tarah.

Buddha meri nangi body ko upar se neeche tak dekh raha tha. Meri bhaari soft chunchiyan, flat pet, wide hips, mote soft kulhe, aur beech mein meri nangi chut—thodi si hair wali, soft lips, jo already sticky thin. Usne kaha, “Itni jawaan… itni soft… aaj poori tarah meri.”

Ab usne apne kapde nikalne shuru kiye. Kurta utaara. Uske buddhe, thode se khurdare chest dikhe, bal thode safed. Phir dhothi ka naada khola. Dhothi girte hi uska lund nikal aaya—pehle jaisa hi, mota, khada, naseela, sir laal-sa. Ab dono bilkul nange the.

Usne mujhe bed par lita diya. Mummy-papa ke soft bed par main nangi leti thi, aur buddha mere upar jhuk kar meri nangi body ko dekh raha tha. Usne pehle dono haath meri chunchiyon par rakhe—seedha nangi soft flesh. Dheere-dheere masalne laga. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya, choosne laga. Doosri ko haath se dabata hua.

Main pehli baar poori nangi, kisi mard ke saath, mummy-papa ke bed par… uske kathor haath aur garam muh meri soft body par. Usne dheere-dheere meri pure body ko touch kiya—chunchiyon se shuru karke, pet, hips, mote kulhe, phir beech mein meri nangi chut. Uske ungliyan meri soft lips ko khol rahi thin, clit ko ragad rahi thin.

Dono bilkul nange, pehli baar itne kareeb. Uske lund ka garam hard feel meri thighs ke against pad raha tha. Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin andar se garmi fail rahi thi. Mummy-papa ke bedroom mein, unke bed par, pehli baar sab kapde nikal kar… dheere-dheere, bina kisi dar ke.

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Mummy-papa ke bedroom mein dono bilkul nange the. Main soft bed par leti hui, buddha mere bagal mein. Usne pehle toh meri pure nangi body ko haathon se explore kiya—dheere-dheere.

Uske kathor haath meri soft chunchiyon par the. Dono mounds ko pakad kar masalne laga, upar-neeche, gol-gol. Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya, ghumaya. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se nipple ko ragda, choosa, daanton se halka kaata. Doosri chunchi ko haath se dabata raha. Main siskari nikalne lagi. Usne baari-baari se dono chunchiyon ko choosa, chaata, masla—lambi der tak. Meri chhati ab uske thook se chamak rahi thi, nipples laal aur sensitive.

Phir usne neeche move kiya. Mere pet ko chooma, jeebh se chaata. Hips ko haathon se pakad kar dabaya. Mote soft kulhon ko masla, unke beech ki deep line mein ungli ghumayi. Phir mere thighs ko alag kiya aur seedha meri nangi chut par aa gaya. Pehle outer lips ko ungliyon se khola, clit ko gol-gol ragda. Phir jeebh laga di. Garam, geeli jeebh meri soft slit ko upar se neeche chaatne lagi. Clit ko choosa, andar thodi si jeebh daali. Main zor se kaanp uthi. Usne lambi der tak meri chut ko chaata—kabhi slow, kabhi tez, kabhi clit par focus, kabhi pure lips ko lick. Meri chut bilkul sticky aur swollen ho gayi.

Itna sab karne ke baad usne mera haath pakad kar apne khade lund par rakh diya. Pehli baar itne kareeb, nange sharir ke saath. Uske lund ka garam, hard, naseela feel meri hatheli mein tha. Usne mera haath upar-neeche move karwaya. Main dheere-dheere uske mote shaft ko pakad kar stroke karne lagi. Sticky liquid uske sir se nikal kar meri ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Usne mera haath aur tight pakadne ko kaha, kabhi slow, kabhi tez. Main uske lund ko dekh rahi thi—kaise mera soft haath uske hard, thick length ko upar-neeche kar raha hai.

Phir usne mera sar neeche ki taraf dhakelne ki koshish ki. “Muh mein le… choos…”

Main turant mana kar diya. Sar hilaaya, “Nahi… nahi… yeh nahi karungi… bas haath se…”

Usne thoda force kiya, lekin main firmly mana karti rahi. “Nahi… pehli baar hai… muh nahi lagaungi…”

Usne zor nahi diya zyada. Bas mera haath uske lund par rakh kar stroke karwata raha. Main uske mote, garam lund ko haath se masalte huye, upar-neeche karti hui. Uske muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi wo mera haath apne sir ke aas-paas ghumata, sticky precum meri ungliyon ko aur geela bana raha tha.

Lamba foreplay chal raha tha. Upar se uske haath aur muh meri chunchiyon aur chut par, neeche mera haath uske lund par. Main nangi, wo nanga, mummy-papa ke bed par. Chunchiyan choosi ja rahi thin, chut chaati ja rahi thi, aur uska mota lund meri soft hatheli mein stroke ho raha tha. Main muh mein lene se mana karti rahi, bas haath se hi uska kaam chalati rahi.

Kafi der tak yahi sab hota raha—touch, choosna, chaatna, haath se lund ko sahlaana. Dono ke beech ki garmi badhti ja rahi thi, lekin main muh mein lene se saaf mana karti rahi.


Mummy-papa ke soft double bed par main bilkul nangi leti thi. Buddha mere upar tha, uska bhaari sharir mere soft body ko dabaaye huye. Uske mota, naseela, poora khada lund meri nangi chut ke muhane par tikha hua tha. Sticky garam precum meri soft outer lips ko geela kar raha tha. Usne mera ek haath pakad kar apne lund ko guide kiya aur dheere se uske bade sir ko meri tight opening par set kiya.

“Ab andar jaayega… pehli baar… bilkul dheere…”



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Usne apne kalai se pressure daala. Lund ka sir meri soft, closed lips ko dhakelne laga. Main aankhein band kar li. Bahut pressure feel hua. Meri chut ne naturally resist kiya. Usne thoda aur jor diya. Sir dheere-dheere andar ghushne laga. Jaise hi pura head andar gaya, main zor se siskari maari. Ek deep stretch ka feel… jaise kuch fat raha ho. Dard tez tha, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si garmi bhi fail rahi thi.

Usne turant ruk gaya. Mere upar jhuk kar dono chunchiyon ko haathon se pakad liya. Soft, bhaari mounds ko kathor ungliyon se dabane laga, masalne laga. Phir muh neeche kiya aur ek chunchi ko pure tarike se muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se nipple ko gol-gol ragda, daanton se halka kaata, phir zor se choosne laga. Doosri chunchi ko haath se upar-neeche press karta raha. Uske choosne aur dabane se dard thoda diffuse ho gaya. Main uske muh ke against apni chunchi press karne lagi.

Phir usne phir se aage push kiya. Dheere… bahut dheere. Uske mote shaft ka doosra hissa meri chut ke andar jaane laga. Har centimetre ke saath meri soft deewarein stretch hoti gayi. Main haath se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish karti, lekin usne aur jhuk kar meri doosri chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Ab dono chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein thin—ek choosi ja rahi thi, doosri masli ja rahi thi. Uske thook se meri nipples chamak rahe the.

Tabhi ek sudden, tezz tear feel hua. Chut ke andar kuch fat-sa gaya. Main zor se chillayi, aankhon se paani aa gaya. Uske lund ke saath ek garam, geela flow nikalne laga. Khoon. Pehli baar. Usne dheere-dheere aur andar push kiya. Aadha lund ab meri chut mein tha. Khoon uske thick shaft par chipak raha tha, phir mere thighs se hota hua bedsheet par girne laga. Soft white sheet par laal boondein failti ja rahi thin. Har chhote se movement se thoda aur khoon nikalta.

Usne ab apna poora weight meri taraf shift kiya. Dheere-dheere, continuous pressure ke saath, uska baaki ka lund bhi andar chala gaya. Base tak. Main neeche pure tarike se bhari hui thi. Uske mote lund ne meri virgin chut ko bilkul khol diya tha. Itna full feel… jaise andar kuch aur space hi na bachi ho. Khoon ab continuously nikal raha tha—uske lund ke around se, meri soft lips se, seedha bed par. Laal dhabba bada hota ja raha tha mere neeche.

Usne kuch seconds ke liye bilkul ruk kar meri chunchiyon ko aur tezi se choosna shuru kiya. Ek ko muh mein daboch kar pi raha tha, doosri ko kathor haath se upar se neeche masal raha tha. Nipples uske daanton ke beech the, soft flesh uske fingers mein compress ho raha tha. Phir usne dheere-dheere bahar nikaalna shuru kiya. Lund meri khoon se geeli chut se slide hota hua bahar aaya—aadha. Phir wapas andar, pura. Har baar uske thick shaft ke nikalne aur ghushne se khoon aur nikalta, bedsheet aur geeli-laal hoti.

Ab usne slow, steady rhythm bana liya. Dheere-dheere bahar, dheere-dheere andar. Har deep thrust mein uska base meri soft, swollen lips se takrata. Meri chut uske mote lund ko har baar stretch karti, accept karti. Khoon ab uske thighs tak bhi lag chuka tha, mere mote thighs ke beech se beh raha tha. Main uske under kaamp rahi thi, saans tez, siskariyan nikal rahi thin—kabhi dard se, kabhi uske chunchi choosne se.

Usne position thodi adjust ki. Mere dono legs ko aur khol diya, apne haath se mere knees ko bed par press kiya. Ab uska lund aur deep jaa raha tha. Har thrust ke saath meri chunchiyan upar-neeche bounce karti, aur wo unhe pakad-pakad kar choosta, dabata. Kabhi left chunchi ko muh mein leke kheenchta, kabhi right ko haath se flatten karta. Meri soft, bhaari mounds uske kathor touch mein laal padte ja rahe the.

Khoon ka flow ab thoda kam hua, lekin ab bhi har movement ke saath thoda nikal raha tha. Bedsheet mere neeche se poori tarah geeli aur dark red ho chuki thi. Uske lund par meri khoon aur natural wetness mix ho kar usko aur slippery bana rahi thi. Main feel kar sakti thi kaise meri chut ke andar ki soft deewarein uske naseele shaft ko hug kar rahi thin, kaise uska bada sir har baar deep mein touch kar raha tha.


Uske mote lund ne meri chut ko dheere-dheere kholna jaari rakha. Har inch ke saath stretch badhta gaya. Tabhi ek deep, tezz tear feel hua—jaise andar kuch sil toot rahi ho. Main zor se chillayi, aankhon se paani aa gaya. Buddha ne meri chunchi choosna band kiye bina kaha, “Sil toot gayi… ab poori tarah khul gayi teri…”

Uske lund ke saath garam, geela khoon nikalne laga. Meri virgin chut ki sil uske thick shaft ne tod di thi. Khoon uske lund par chipak kar bedsheet par girne laga. Laal boondein soft sheet par failti, bada sa dhabba banne laga. Usne dheere-dheere pura lund andar tak daal diya. Base meri swollen lips se takra gaya. Main neeche pure tarike se bhari hui thi—uske mote, naseele lund ne meri chut ko bilkul khol diya tha.

Usne ab slow rhythm shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta, phir andar daalta. Har thrust ke saath meri chut uske shaft ko hug karti, khoon aur natural wetness mix ho kar usko slippery bana rahi thi. Upar se wo meri chunchiyon ko baari-baari se choos raha tha, dabata tha, masalta tha. Mere soft mounds uske kathor haathon aur garam muh mein compress ho rahe the. Main siskariyan le rahi thi—aah… uuh… dheere…—har deep push ke saath.

Dheere-dheere dard kam hone laga, uski jagah ek ajeeb si garmi ne le li. Uske lund ka har movement meri clit ko bhi ragad raha tha. Main uske under apni hips thodi si uthane lagi. Usne meri legs ko aur khol diya aur rhythm badha diya. Ab medium pace. Har baar pura lund andar, thoda sa ruk kar deep press, phir bahar. Meri chunchiyan bounce karti, wo unhe pakad-pakad kar choosta.


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Tabhi pehli baar swarg ka ahsas hua. Meri chut ke andar ek deep vibration si uthne lagi. Main zor se siskari maari—“Ahh… ahh… kuch ho raha hai…” Poora sharir kaamp utha. Meri soft deewarein uske lund ko tightly squeeze karne lagi. Ek strong wave ne mujhe cover kar liya. Main uske seene se chipak gayi, nails uski peeth mein gaad di. Chut ke andar se garam liquid nikalne laga—mera pehla paani. Uske lund ke around se beh kar bed par mil gaya khoon ke saath. Main kaampte huye, siskariyan leti hui, pehli baar orgasm feel kar rahi thi. Swarg jaisa.

Usne meri chut ke tightly squeeze karne se control khoya. Usne rhythm aur tez kar diya. Ab zor ke thrusts. Har baar pura lund deep tak, base tak. Meri chunchiyan uske muh mein, uske haath unhe dabaaye huye. Main abhi bhi pehle orgasm ki waves mein thi, lekin doosri wave bhi uthne lagi. “Ahh… phir se… ahh buddha… dheere nahi… ahh…”

Doosri baar swarg ka ahsas aur tez tha. Meri chut ne uske lund ko itna tight pakad liya ki usne bhi control kho diya. Usne meri chunchi ko daanton se kaat te huye zor se dhakka maara aur apna paani chod diya. Garam, thick cum meri chut ke deep mein splash hua. Main uske saath hi doosri baar kaamp uthi—siskariyan, aahh, uuhh, pure bed par dono ke awaaz gunj rahe the. Uske cum aur mere paani aur khoon sab mix ho kar bedsheet ko poori tarah geela aur sticky bana rahe the.

Dono kaampte huye, saans haafte huye, ek doosre se chipke rahe. Uske lund abhi bhi meri chut ke andar tha, dheere-dheere soft ho raha tha, lekin andar se uske cum ka garam feel aa raha tha. Meri chunchiyan uske thook aur haathon ke marks se laal thin. Neeche meri chut swollen, geeli, khoon aur cum se bhari hui. Bedsheet poori tarah kharab—laal, white, sticky.

Pahli baar chut ki sil tootna… uske mote lund se fatna… do baar swarg ka ahsas… dono ka paani nikalna… siskariyan aur awaazon ke saath… mummy-papa ke bed par yeh sab. Main uske under leti hui, abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi, uske cum ko apni chut ke andar feel karti hui.




          Sab khatam hone ke baad buddha mere upar se hat gaya. Main mummy-papa ke soft bed par bilkul nangi leti rahi, saans abhi bhi tez, sharir kaamp raha tha. Usne side mein baith kar mujhe dekhna shuru kiya.

Pehle meri chunchiyon ki haalat. Dono soft, bhaari mounds ab laal-laal the. Uske kathor haathon ke dabaane aur masalne se unpar ungliyon ke nishaan pad gaye the—thode se dark marks. Nipples ab bhi fully hard the, lekin unke around areola thoda swollen aur sensitive. Uske daanton ke halka-halka bite marks dikh rahe the. Thook ke geele nishaan ab sookhne lage the, lekin chunchiyan abhi bhi chamak rahi thin. Main haath se unhe chhua to ek halka dard sa feel hua, jaise bahut zor se use kiye gaye hon. Soft flesh ab thoda sa tender tha, touch karne par garmi feel hoti thi.

Phir neeche… meri chut ki haalat. Thighs abhi bhi thodi si alag thin. Outer lips bilkul swollen, laal, aur sticky. Beech ki slit ab khuli hui si dikh rahi thi—pehle itni tight thi, ab uske mote lund ne usko stretch kar diya tha. Andar se abhi bhi thoda khoon nikal raha tha, halka-halka, geela. Soft inner walls sensitive the, jaise kuch fat-sa gaya ho. Clit bhi thoda sa bahar ko nikla hua, red aur touch ke liye bahut tender. Meri pure chut ke around khoon aur uske cum ka mix chipka hua tha—sticky, thoda sa dry hone laga tha thighs ke beech. Main jab thighs band karti to geela feel hota, aur andar se uske cum ka garam, thick liquid abhi bhi dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha, khoon ke saath mil kar.

Ab bed ki chadar ki nishaani. Soft white bedsheet ab bilkul kharab ho chuki thi. Mere neeche bada sa laal dhabba faila hua tha—khoon ka. Beech mein jahan meri chut thi, wahan dark red, geela, aur uske around thoda sa faila hua. Uske cum ke white sticky nishaan bhi khoon mein mix ho kar pink-si lines bana rahe the. Thighs ke neeche bhi laal boondein faili thin. Bedsheet ke kinare tak thoda sa khoon phail gaya tha. Pure beech wale hisse mein geela pan tha—khoon, cum, aur meri natural wetness ka mixture. Jab main thoda sa hili to sheet aur chipak si gayi meri gaand aur thighs se.

Uske lund pe khoon. Buddha ab bed ke kinare baitha tha. Uske mota lund ab soft ho chuka tha, lekin abhi bhi thoda sa mota dikh raha tha. Pure shaft par meri khoon ke laal nishaan chipke huye the—upar se neeche tak. Sir ke around dark red, sticky layer. Base ke paas bhi khoon aur cum ka mix jama hua tha. Uske thighs ke andaruni hisse par bhi thode se laal daag the. Usne apne lund ko haath se pakad kar dekha—mere khoon se geela, sticky, aur thoda sa chamak raha tha. Usne ungli se us khoon ko touch kiya aur muskuraaya.

“Teri pehli baar ka khoon… mere lund pe lag gaya. Dekh kaise chipka hua hai…”

Main uski taraf dekh rahi thi. Meri chunchiyan laal aur marked, chut swollen aur geeli-khooni, bedsheet poori tarah se laal-sticky nishaanon se bhari, aur uske lund par mera khoon chamak raha tha. Pahli baar ki yeh nishaaniyan… mummy-papa ke bed par, mere nange sharir par, aur uske lund par. Main abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi, andar se uske cum ko feel karti hui, aur bahar se apni chut aur chunchiyon ki haalat ko mehsoos karti hui.


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Main abhi bhi mummy-papa ke bed par nangi leti thi. Chunchiyan laal aur marked, chut swollen, sticky aur thodi khooni. Bedsheet mere neeche geeli-laal thi. Buddha side mein baitha tha, apne soft ho chuke lund ko dekh raha tha jisme abhi bhi mera khoon chipka hua tha.

Usne meri taraf dekha—meri nangi soft body, laal chunchiyan, khuli hui thighs, swollen chut se abhi bhi thoda cum aur khoon nikal raha tha. Uske dekhte hi uska lund phir se hilne laga. Dheere-dheere phir se khada hone laga. Soft se phir hard, mota, naseela. Mere khoon ke laal nishaan ab uske phir se tight hote shaft par stretch ho rahe the.

Usne mera haath pakad kar apne dubara khade lund par rakh diya. “Dekh… teri nangi body dekh kar phir se khada ho gaya. Ab dobara…”

Wo mere upar aa gaya. Missionary position mein. Uske kathor haath pehle meri laal chunchiyon par gaye. Zor se dabane laga, masalne laga. Soft flesh uske fingers mein compress ho raha tha. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya—choosne laga, daant se halka kaatne laga. Doosri ko haath se dabaate huye. Main siskari nikalne lagi, chunchiyan abhi bhi sensitive thin.

Usne apna phir se khada lund meri swollen chut ke muhane par set kiya. Is baar pehli baar jaisa tight nahi tha. Ek baar lund le chuki thi, isliye dard bahut kam tha. Usne dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund aasani se andar chala gaya—pura, base tak. Main neeche full feel kar rahi thi, lekin pehli baar wala tezz dard nahi. Bas thoda stretch aur garmi.

Usne slow rhythm shuru kiya. Bahar-andar. Har thrust ke saath meri chut uske mote shaft ko accept kar rahi thi. Khoon aur pehle wala cum mix ho kar usko aur slippery bana raha tha. Upar se wo meri chunchiyon ko continuously dabata, choosta, masalta raha. Main ab hips thodi si milane lagi. Dard kam tha, isliye maza zyada feel ho raha tha. Uske lund ka har deep push meri clit ko ragad raha tha.

Dheere-dheere garmi badhne lagi. Main siskariyan lene lagi—“Ahh… ab kam dard hai… ahh… andar… ahh…” Usne pace badha diya. Medium thrusts. Har baar pura lund deep tak. Meri chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein bounce karti, laal padti. Main jadne ke kareeb pahunchne lagi. Chut ke andar vibration si uthne lagi, soft deewarein uske lund ko squeeze karne lagi. “Ahh… ho raha hai… ahh buddha… main… ahh…”

Bilkul jadne hi wali thi… poora sharir tight hone laga, saans ruk si gayi, chut uske lund ko mazbooti se pakadne lagi…

Tabhi bahar se awaaz aayi. Darwaze par kisi ke kadam. Phir darwaza khulne ki awaaz.

“Anita? Tu kamre mein hai? Main aa gayi beta…”

Mummy ki awaaz thi. Kisi rishtedaar ke sudden death ki wajah se prasang se jaldi wapas aa gayi thin. Unhone socha ghar khaali hai, isliye seedha andar aa gayi.

Buddha ekdum meri upar se hat gaya. Main bhi jaldi se bedsheet kheench kar apni nangi body ko cover karne ki koshish karne lagi. Uske lund abhi bhi khada tha, mere khoon se geela. Chunchiyan laal, chut se cum aur khoon nikal raha tha. Bedsheet poori tarah se gandi thi.

Mummy ke kadam corridor se bedroom ki taraf aa rahe the. Dono kaampte huye, saans control karte huye, kapde dhoondhne lage… lekin time bahut kam tha.

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Darwaza khula aur mummy andar aa gayi. Unke haath mein bag tha, chehre pe thakan aur dukh—rishtedaar ke death ki wajah se jaldi wapas aayi thin. Jaise hi unhone kamra dekha, unke kadam ruk gaye.

Kamre ki haalat… pure bedroom mein sex ki smell faili hui thi. Bedsheet bilkul uljhi hui, beech mein bada sa geela laal dhabba—khoon aur cum ka. Mere nange kapde—kameez, bra, panty, salwar—floor par bikhre pade the. Buddha abhi bhi nanga tha, bas haath se apne khade lund ko chhupane ki koshish kar raha tha, jisme abhi bhi mera khoon chipka hua tha. Main bed par leti hui, bedsheet ko apne upar kheenche huye, lekin wo poori tarah cover nahi kar pa rahi thi.

Mummy ki aankhein pehle floor par pade kapdon par gayi. Meri black bra, pink panty, transparent kameez… sab uljhe huye. Phir unki nazar bed par gayi—geeli laal bedsheet, mere thighs ke around sticky nishaan. Unka chehra pehle shock se pathra gaya, phir aankhein phaad kar meri taraf dekha.

“Anita… yeh kya…?”

Unhone bedsheet ko zor se kheench liya. Main nangi pad gayi unke saamne. Meri laal, marked chunchiyan, swollen nipples, neeche meri swollen, geeli, thodi khooni chut, thighs ke beech sticky cum aur khoon ka mix—sab kuch clear dikh raha tha. Mummy ki aankhein meri pure nangi body par firti rahi. Chunchiyon ke dabaane ke nishaan, bite marks, chut ki khuli hui, red haalat… unhone sab dekh liya.

Phir unki nazar buddhe ki taraf gayi. Wo nanga khada tha, lund abhi bhi half-hard, mere khoon se geela, thighs par laal daag. Unhone usko upar se neeche tak dekha—buddhe ka sharir, uska khooni lund, uske haath mein abhi bhi sticky nishaan.

Mummy ka reaction… pehle to bilkul chup. Aankhein phaad kar, muh khula hua. Phir unke haath kaampne lage. Bag neeche gir gaya. Unhone ek kadam peeche liya, phir aage.

“Yeh… yeh kya kiya tune…? Yeh buddha…? Mere bete ke bed par…? Khoon…? Anita… tu… nangi… uske saath…?”

Unki awaaz pehle dheemi thi, phir tez hone lagi. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin gussa bhi. Unhone phir se meri nangi body ko dekha—chunchiyan, chut, bedsheet ke laal nishaan—phir buddhe ke khooni lund ko. Unka chehra laal ho gaya, saans tez.

“Kapde… yeh kapde… bedsheet… poora kamra… tu… uske saath…? Itni badi… aur yeh khoon… pehli baar…? Mere ghar mein…?”

Unhone bedsheet ko dobara meri taraf phenka, lekin unki nazar baar-baar meri nangi chunchiyon aur swollen chut par jaati rahi, phir buddhe ke lund par. Kamre mein silence thi, bas meri tez saans aur mummy ki kaampati hui saans. Unhone buddhe ki taraf ungli uthayi, awaaz mein gussa aur shock dono the.

“Nikal… yahan se nikal… mere ghar se… meri beti ke saath… yeh kya kiya…?”



Mummy ka gussa ab poori tarah bhadak chuka tha. Unhone buddhe ki taraf dekh kar zor se chillayi—

“Nikal yahan se! Mere ghar se nikal! Meri beti ke saath yeh sab… buddha  kamina kahi ka!”

Unhone floor se uske kurta aur dhothi uthaye aur uske upar phenk diye. “Kapde pehen! Jaldi!”

Buddha kaampte huye kapde uthane laga. Uske lund par abhi bhi mera khoon chipka tha, lekin mummy ki gusse wali awaaz sunkar usne jaldi se dhothi lapet li, kurta pehen liya. Mummy ne uske kandhe se pakad kar use darwaze ki taraf dhakel diya.

“Nikal! Aur kabhi is ghar ke aas-paas mat dikhna! Warna security officer bula lungi!”

Usne thoda sa resist kiya to mummy ne uske peeth par ek jor ka thappad maara. Phir ek aur. “Nikal! Jaldi nikal!”

Buddha kaampte huye, kapde ade-ade pehne, darwaze se bahar nikal gaya. Mummy ne peeche se uske upar ek joota bhi phenka. “Ja! Aur kabhi mat aana!”

Uske jaane ke baad mummy ne darwaza zor se band kiya. Phir unhone meri taraf mudkar dekha. Main abhi bhi bed par nangi thi, bedsheet se apni body chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Meri laal chunchiyan, swollen chut, geeli bedsheet—sab unke saamne tha.

Mummy ka gussa ab mujh par tut pada.

“Anita! Yeh kya kiya tune?  us buddhe ke saath… nangi… khoon…? Itni badi ho gayi aur yeh…?”

Unhone bedsheet ko phir se kheench diya. Meri nangi body unke saamne thi. Unhone meri laal chunchiyon ko dekha, phir neeche swollen chut ko. “Yeh nishaan… yeh khoon… pehli baar…? Us buddhe ke sath …? Tu paagal ho gayi hai kya?”

Unki awaaz mein gussa, aansu aur disappointment tha. Unhone mere kapde uthaye aur mere upar phenk diye. “Kapde pehen! Jaldi!”

Main kaampte huye bra, panty, kameez pehenne lagi. Mummy mere aas-paas ghoom rahi thi, gusse mein.

“Ghar khaali dekh kar usko bula liya? Mere bed par? Itna bada paap? Us buddhe ke saath? Dekh kya haalat kar di bedsheet ki… poora kamra… teri body…!”

Unhone meri taraf dekh kar aur gussa kiya. “Sharm nahi aati? 17 saal ki ho… 12th class mein padhti ho… aur yeh…? Uske haath ke nishaan teri chunchiyon par… neeche… khoon…! Main kya munh dikhaungi?”

Main chup chaap baithi thi, aankhon mein aansu. Mummy ka gussa utarta nahi tha. Unhone mere baal pakad kar mera chehra upar uthaya. “Bol! Kyun kiya? Bechaini thi kya? Uske touch ki aadat pad gayi thi kya?”

Phir unhone bedsheet ko dekh kar nafrat se muh banaya. “Yeh sab saaf kar… aaj hi. Aur sun—kabhi us buddhe ka naam mat lena. Agar phir se dikha to main tujhe bhi nahi chhodungi.



Mummy ka gussa ab thoda change ho chuka tha. Woh ab sirf chillane ke bajaye mere saamne khadi thi, aankhon mein gussa, aansu aur ek ajeeb si mayusi. Unhone mera chehra pakad kar kaha—

“Tune apna seal… apni kunwari sil… apne pati ki jagah us buddhe se tudwa li. Samajhti hai kya kiya tune? Woh sil jo sirf tere shauhar ke liye thi, usko us buddhe ne tod diya. Ab tu aurat ban gayi hai, Anita. Kunwari nahi rahi. Uske lund ne teri chut ko khol diya, khoon nikal diya… ab tu poori tarah aurat ho chuki hai.”

Unki awaaz mein gussa ke saath ek bhaari dard bhi tha. Unhone meri taraf dekha—ab main kapde pehen chuki thi, lekin unhe maloom tha neeche meri chut abhi bhi kuli hui aur geeli hogi, chunchiyon par uske nishaan honge.

“Bol… teri period ki date kab ki hai? Last period kab aaya tha? Exact date bata.”

Main kaampte huye bataane lagi. Mummy ne ungliyon par gin-gin kar socha. Unka chehra aur tension se bhar gaya.

“Agar date nahi aayi toh… samajh le problem ho sakti hai. Us buddhe ne andar tak… uska paani… ab risk hai. Kal subah main tujhe doctor ke paas le jaaungi. Garbh nirodh ki goli leni padegi. Aaj se hi shuru karenge. Koi risk nahi lena. Yeh sab chhupana padega.”

Unhone mera haath pakad kar kaha, awaaz ab thodi dheemi lekin sakht thi—

“Yeh baat ghar mein kisi ko nahi pata chalti. Na tere papa ko, na bhai ko, na rishte-daaron ko. Main bhi kisi se nahi bolungi. Yeh hum dono ke beech ki baat hai. Agar kisi ne jaan liya toh teri izzat, ghar ki izzat… sab mitti mein mil jaayegi. Samjhi? Us buddhe ka naam bhi mat lena kabhi. Woh aaya, usne kiya, chala gaya… bas. Ab tu goli legi, period ka dhyan rakhegi, aur yeh baat dabakar rakhogi.”

Unhone mere baal sehtaye, lekin unki aankhon mein abhi bhi gussa tha.

“Aurat ban gayi hai ab. Seal toot chuka hai. Us buddhe ne tujhe aurat bana diya. Jiski  zimmedar tu he. Kal goli lenge, aur is kamre ki yeh gandi chadar… aaj raat hi saaf kar dena. Koi nishaan nahi rehna chahiye. Main chupchaap unki baatein sun rahi thi.


Dusre din subah uthi to sharir mein ajanebi si takleef thi. Chunchiyan abhi bhi thodi laal aur sensitive thin, touch karne par halka dard. Lekin sabse zyada takleef neeche thi. Meri chut puri khuli hui thi, andar se bahar tak , jaise abhi bhi uske mote lund ka feel baaki ho. Chalne ki koshish ki to thighs ke beech se geela aur dard bhara feel hua. Har kadam pe neeche se chubhan si hoti. Seedha khade hone mein bhi dikkat. Main dheere-dheere, pair ghasitte huye bathroom gayi.

Kapde pehne to panty bhi tight lagi. college uniform pehanna to aur mushkil. Skirt pehen te waqt thighs hilne se dard hota. Main kaampte huye, dheere-dheere stairs se neeche utri.

Papa dining table par baithe akhbar padh rahe the. Unhone mujhe dekh liya. Main normal chalane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin har kadam pe chehra bigad jaata.

“Anita? Kya hua? Aise kyun chal rahi hai? Pair mein kuch hua?”

Unki awaaz mein chinta thi. Main chup rahi, kuch bol nahi paayi. Mummy kitchen se bahar aayi. Unhone meri taraf ek quick look maara, phir papa ki taraf.

Papa ne phir pucha, “Bol na, kya takleef hai? Kal tak theek thi. Aaj aise ghasit-ghasit kar kyun chal rahi hai?”

Mummy ne turant beech mein baat kaati. Unki awaaz bilkul normal, casual thi—

“Koi baat nahi ji. Koi chinta ki baat nahi. Kal ghar mein hi gir gayi thi. Pair mein halki si moch aa gayi. Bas thodi sujan hai. Aaj-kal mein theek ho jaayegi. Main ne moove laga diya hai.”

Papa ne meri taraf dekha. “Moch? Kahan giri? Zyada to nahi hai na?”

Mummy ne muskuraate huye kaha, “Nahi nahi, halki si hai. Kal shaam ko kitchen mein pair phisal gaya tha. Bas. Anita, tu aaj college mat ja agar zyada takleef ho. Ghar pe reh.”

Main ne bas sir hilaya. Papa thoda aur dekhte rahe, lekin mummy ki baat sunkar unhone akhbar wapas khol liya. “Theek hai. Dhyan rakhna. Zyada mat chalna.”

Mummy ne meri taraf aankh maari—ek warning si. Main samajh gayi. Chudai ki wajah se jo takleef ho rahi thi, jo kuli hui chut ki wajah se chalne mein dard ho raha tha, usko unhone pair ki moch bana diya. Papa ko kuch shak nahi hua.

Main dheere-dheere baith gayi. Har movement pe neeche se dard feel ho raha tha. Lekin muh se kuch nahi nikla. Mummy ne jo story banaayi thi—kal girna, pair mein moch—wahi ab official baat thi. Papa bhi maan gaye.

Andar se main jaanti thi… yeh moch nahi thi. Yeh us buddhe ke mote lund ki nishaani thi. Jo sil tooti thi, jo chut phat-si gayi thi.