07-08-2026, 07:46 AM
NEW UPDATE
Normal zindagi ke almost teen hafte guzar chuke the.
college regular, padhai on track, mummy ke saath khuli baatein, Papa ke saath normal dinner. Nishaan gayab, dard khatam, shoot cancel. Lagta tha ab sab kuch peeche reh gaya hai.
Phir ek din sab badal gaya.
Woh Mangalwaar ki shaam thi. Main apne room mein history ke notes bana rahi thi. Mummy kitchen mein thi. Papa abhi office se nahi aaye the. Tabhi mummy ka phone ring hua. Unki awaaz pehle normal thi, phir achanak bilkul low ho gayi.
Main ne notes rakh kar sunne ki koshish ki. Mummy hallway mein aa gayi thin. Unki awaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi—
“Mainne saaf mana kar diya tha… nahi… ab nahi… aap log pressure mat dalo…”
Thodi der khamoshi. Phir mummy ki awaaz kaamp uthi.
“Kya matlab ‘material ready hai’? Aapne kaha tha overseas hi rahega… nahi… aap aisa nahi kar sakte…”
Main room se baahar nikal aayi. Mummy ne mujhe dekh liya. Unke chehre ka rang uda hua tha. Phone ab bhi kaan se laga hua tha.
“Theek hai… kal milte hain. Lekin sirf baat… kuch aur nahi.”
Phone rakhte hi mummy ne aankhein band kar liin. Haath kaamp rahe the.
Mainne aage badh kar poocha, “Kaun tha?”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh purana darr wapas aa chuka tha.
“Ravi sir. Unhone kaha ki jo shoot hua tha… uska raw material unke paas hai. Agar hum wapas nahi aaye toh woh usse leak kar denge. Online. India mein bhi. Hamare chehre, hamare naam ke saath.”
Mera dil ekdam se sunk gaya.
“Lekin… unhone kaha tha overseas only…”
“Jhooth tha,” mummy ne kaha. Awaaz bilkul sookhi thi. “Ab woh blackmail kar rahe hain. Kal unse milna hai. Sirf baat karne. Agar mana kiya toh… woh video hawa mein udayenge.”
Main wall se lag kar khadi ho gayi. Teen hafte ka sukoon ek second mein tut gaya. Padhai, normal life, saheli jaisi baatein… sab ekdum se door chala gaya.
Mummy ne mera haath pakda. “Papa ko nahi pata chalna chahiye. Kal college ka time bata kar nikalenge. Sirf baat karke aayenge. Jo bhi ho… ab hum phir se us andhere mein nahi jayenge. Theek hai?”
Mainne sir hilaya, lekin andar se jaanti thi — itna aasaan nahi hoga.
Us raat neend nahi aayi. Ceiling ko dekhti rahi. Kal wale shoot ke scenes aankhon ke saamne ghoomne lage — kapde fatna, khoon, cum, siskariyan. Aur ab woh material kisi ke haath mein tha, jo blackmail ke liye use ho sakta tha.
Subah Papa ko same old story boli — “Anita ki teacher ne special class rakhi hai, main bhi saath jaungi.” Papa ne “Theek hai” keh diya. Unhe kuch shak nahi hua.
Hum dono ghar se nikal gaye. Auto mein chup chaap baithe rahe. Mummy ne mera haath pakda hua tha, lekin is baar unki ungliyan kaamp rahi thin.
Studio area pahunche to Ravi sir aur Suresh sir pehle se maujood the. Unke chehre par woh purani smile nahi thi. Business jaisi thandi expression thi.
Ravi sir ne seedha kaha, “Baitho.”
Hum baith gaye. Suresh sir ne laptop khola aur screen ghumayi. Uspar hamare shoot ke raw clips chal rahe the — meri khoon se bhari chut ka close-up, mummy ki khuli hui body, hamari siskariyan, chehre saaf.
“Yeh material bahut strong hai,” Ravi sir ne kaha. “Overseas bhejne se pehle agar India mein leak ho gaya toh… tum dono ka kya hoga, samajh sakti ho. college, society, Papa… sab.”
Mummy ne awaaz rokte hue kaha, “Aapne promise kiya tha…”
“Promises business mein nahi chalte,” Suresh sir ne cut kiya. “Ab simple choice hai. Ya toh tum dono wapas aao aur baaki ke scenes shoot karo. Ya phir yeh video kal subah se har jagah fail jaayegi.”
Mainne mummy ki taraf dekha. Unke chehre par haar thi. Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha — jaise pooch rahi hon ki ab kya karein.
Studio ki thandi hawa mein baithi, laptop screen par apni hi nangi, dard bhari body dekhte hue, main samajh gayi…
Studio ke usi room mein baith e hue the jab Ravi sir ne door ki taraf ishara kiya.
“Andar aao.”
Do lamba-chauda African aadmi andar aaye. Dono 6’3”-6’4” ke kareeb, dark skin, broad shoulders, arms jo dekhte hi darr paida kar dein. Ek ke sar par short curls the, doosre ke baal bilkul clean. Dono ne simple black t-shirt aur jeans pehne the, lekin unke jism ki size kapdon ke neeche bhi saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Yeh Marcus aur Jamal hain. Aaj ka scene inke saath hai. Maa-beti ko in dono ke saath intimate scene karna hai. Pehle foreplay — kapdon ke saath. Phir missionary position mein dheere-dheere entry. Natural reactions chahiye. Size difference clear dikhna chahiye.”
Suresh sir ne aage bataya, “Dono ka measurement 10 inch se upar hai. Thick bhi. Isliye scene mein dard aur stretch natural aayega. Camera close-ups lega. Koi jaldi nahi. Dheere-dheere.”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Mainne unki aankhon mein wahi majboori dekhi jo ab hamari zindagi ban chuki thi. Laptop mein hamare purane clips ab bhi open the — blackmail ka pressure ab bhi kamre mein tair raha tha.
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Set ready hai. Bed soft lighting mein hai. Kapde pehne raho pehle. Action ke time natural raho.”
Hum dono uth kar us bade bed ki taraf gaye. Lights soft golden the, cameras char angles se set. Marcus aur Jamal bhi bed ke paas aa gaye. Unki height itni thi ki meri nazar unke seene tak hi jaati thi.
“Action,” Ravi sir ne kaha.
Pehle foreplay shuru hua — kapdon ke saath.
Marcus mere paas aaya. Usne apne bade haath se mera chehra pakda. Ungliyan itni lambi thin ki meri poori jaw uske haath mein sama gayi. Usne dheere se meri taraf jhuk kar meri gardan soonghi, phir apne hoth se meri skin ko touch kiya. Main kaamp uthi. Usne apna doosra haath meri kamar par rakha aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Meri chunchiyan uske hard chest se takra gayiin — kapdon ke upar se bhi uska body heat feel ho raha tha.
Bagal mein Jamal mummy ke saath tha. Usne mummy ki saari ka pallu dheere se hataya aur unki gardan par hoth pherne laga. Mummy ki saans tez ho gayi. Jamal ke bade haath unki kamar par the, ungliyan itni moti thin ki unki soft skin dabaney lagti.
Marcus ne meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya. Uske haath ne seedha meri bra ke upar se meri chunchi ko pakda. Poori chunchi uske bade haath mein sama gayi. Usne dabaya — zor se nahi, lekin itna pressure tha ki main samajh gayi yeh haath kitna strong hai. Usne nipple ko anguthe se ghumaya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin.
“Ahh…” halki siskari nikal gayi.
Usne meri kurti upar uthani shuru ki. Mainne resist nahi kiya. Kurti sir ke upar se nikal gayi. Ab sirf bra mein thi. Marcus ne bra ke cup ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ko masalna shuru kar diya. Uske haath itne bade the ki dono chunchiyan ek saath uske grip mein aa rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi woh jhuk kar bra ke upar se hi nipple ko muh se dabaata. Garam saans, badi jeebh.
Dusri taraf Jamal ne mummy ki blouse ke buttons khol diye the. Unki bra expose ho gayi thi. Jamal ne bra ke upar se unki bhaari chunchiyon ko pakda aur dabaya. Mummy ki siskari nikal gayi—
“Ahh… dheere…”
Jamal ne unki saari ko kamar se thoda khola aur apna haath andar daal diya. Petticoat ke upar se hi unki chut ko sahlaane laga. Mummy ki taang kaamp uthi.
Marcus ne ab meri bra ki hook khol di. Bra gir gayi. Meri nangi chunchiyan uske bade haathon mein aa gayiin. Usne dono ko pakad kar upar-neeche masala, nipples ko pinch kiya, phir jhuk kar ek ko muh mein le liya. Uske muh itna bada tha ki meri poori chunchi uske andar chali gayi. Jeebh ne nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya. Mainne uske curly baalon mein haath daal diya.
“Ahhh… ahh…”
Usne meri jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Haath andar daal kar seedha panty ke upar se meri chut ko pakda. Uski ungli itni moti thi ki panty ke upar se bhi pressure feel ho raha tha. Usne do ungliyon se meri chut ko dabaya aur sahlaaya. Main geeli hone lagi thi.
Jamal ne mummy ki bra bhi nikal di thi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan uske haathon mein dabi ja rahi thin. Usne unki petticoat ki naada khol di aur neeche sarka diya. Ab mummy sirf panty mein thin. Jamal ne panty ke upar se hi unki chut ko masalna shuru kar diya. Mummy ki siskariyan nikalne lagi thin—
“Ahh… ahh… umm…”
Thodi der baad dono ne hamari panty bhi nikal di. Ab hum bilkul nangi the. Marcus aur Jamal ne apni t-shirt aur jeans utaar di.
Jab unke underwear neeche gaye…
main aur mummy dono ki aankhein phail gayiin.
Unke lund 10 inch se bhi lambe the. Thick. Nasein phooli hui. Head bada aur chamakdar. Khade hone par thoda sa jhukte the apne weight se.
Marcus ne mujhe bed par litaya. Missionary position. Meri taangein khol diin. Usne apne lund ko meri geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head itna bada tha ki meri soft lips uske around poori tarah nahi lipat pa rahi thin.
Usne dheere se pressure dalna shuru kiya.
“Ahhh… ruk… bahut bada… ahhh…!”
Mainne uske seene ko dhakela, lekin woh ruk a nahi. Dheere-dheere head andar dhakelne laga. Meri chut phailti gayi. Dard tezz hota gaya.
“AHHH… nahi… fat rahi… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…!!!”
Usne ek haath se meri taang aur kholi aur doosre haath se apna lund pakad kar dheere-dheere inch by inch andar dhakelta raha. Meri aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Chut ki wallen itni stretch ho rahi thin ki lag raha tha kuch andar se fat jayega.
“AHHHH… bas… nahi… ahhh… poora nahi… ahhh…!!!”
Aakhir mein uska base meri soft lips se takraya. Poora 10+ inch andar tha. Main kaamp rahi thi. Saans nahi aa rahi thi.
Usne thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere hilna shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta… phir andar. Har baar meri chut ki wallen uske thick lund se ragad khaati.
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dard… ahh… umm…”
Bagal mein Jamal ne mummy ko bhi litaya. Unki taangein kholiin aur apna utna hi bada lund unki chut par tikaya. Mummy ne bhi same reaction diya—
“AHHH… nahi… itna bada… ahhh… ruk jao… ahhh…!!!”
Jamal ne bhi dheere-dheere pressure dala. Mummy ki chut phailti gayi. Unki siskariyan chillahaton mein badal gayi thin—
“AHHHH… fat rahi hai… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…!!!”
Jab uska lund poora andar gaya to mummy ki body arch ho gayi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan upar ko uth gayiin. Jamal ne dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye.
Ab bed par do alag rhythm chal rahe the.
Marcus meri taangein kandhon par rakh kar dheere-dheere, gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Har thrust pe meri chut ki awaaz nikalti — geeli, stretched, dard bhari. Main uske bade seene par apne nails gaad rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… bahut deep… ahhh… mat zor se… ahhh…”
Jamal mummy ko same position mein le raha tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se mil rahi thin—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… nikal… ahhh… seh nahi pa rahi… ahhh…”
Cameras har close-up le rahe the — hamari phaili hui chut, unke mote lund jo baar-baar andar-bahar ho rahe the, hamari laal padti hui chunchiyan, aankhon se nikalta paani, aur woh continuous dard bhari siskariyan.
Marcus ne thoda pace badhaya. Ab dhakke medium the. Meri chut ab uske size ke hisaab se thodi adjust hone lagi thi, lekin dard ab bhi saath tha. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata, mujhe feel hota jaise pet tak ja rah a ho.
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”
Mummy ki awaaz bhi same thi. Jamal unki taangein aur khol kar gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Unki chut ki geeli awaaz continuous thi.
Lambaa time aise hi chalta raha. Dheere-dheere, gehre, continuous. Hamari siskariyan ab toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thin — dard, majboori, aur body ki majboor reaction mil kar.
Aakhir mein dono ne apna paani hamari chut ke deep mein choda. Itna zyada ki cum bahar nikalne laga. Jab unhone lund bahar nikaala to hamari chut bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui, cum se bhari hui dikh rahi thi.
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Cut. Strong take. Ab thoda break.”
Main aur mummy bed par haafte hue pade the. Taangein kaamp rahi thin. Chut mein ab bhi woh bada khali-pan aur dard feel ho raha tha.
Normal zindagi ke almost teen hafte guzar chuke the.
college regular, padhai on track, mummy ke saath khuli baatein, Papa ke saath normal dinner. Nishaan gayab, dard khatam, shoot cancel. Lagta tha ab sab kuch peeche reh gaya hai.
Phir ek din sab badal gaya.
Woh Mangalwaar ki shaam thi. Main apne room mein history ke notes bana rahi thi. Mummy kitchen mein thi. Papa abhi office se nahi aaye the. Tabhi mummy ka phone ring hua. Unki awaaz pehle normal thi, phir achanak bilkul low ho gayi.
Main ne notes rakh kar sunne ki koshish ki. Mummy hallway mein aa gayi thin. Unki awaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi—
“Mainne saaf mana kar diya tha… nahi… ab nahi… aap log pressure mat dalo…”
Thodi der khamoshi. Phir mummy ki awaaz kaamp uthi.
“Kya matlab ‘material ready hai’? Aapne kaha tha overseas hi rahega… nahi… aap aisa nahi kar sakte…”
Main room se baahar nikal aayi. Mummy ne mujhe dekh liya. Unke chehre ka rang uda hua tha. Phone ab bhi kaan se laga hua tha.
“Theek hai… kal milte hain. Lekin sirf baat… kuch aur nahi.”
Phone rakhte hi mummy ne aankhein band kar liin. Haath kaamp rahe the.
Mainne aage badh kar poocha, “Kaun tha?”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh purana darr wapas aa chuka tha.
“Ravi sir. Unhone kaha ki jo shoot hua tha… uska raw material unke paas hai. Agar hum wapas nahi aaye toh woh usse leak kar denge. Online. India mein bhi. Hamare chehre, hamare naam ke saath.”
Mera dil ekdam se sunk gaya.
“Lekin… unhone kaha tha overseas only…”
“Jhooth tha,” mummy ne kaha. Awaaz bilkul sookhi thi. “Ab woh blackmail kar rahe hain. Kal unse milna hai. Sirf baat karne. Agar mana kiya toh… woh video hawa mein udayenge.”
Main wall se lag kar khadi ho gayi. Teen hafte ka sukoon ek second mein tut gaya. Padhai, normal life, saheli jaisi baatein… sab ekdum se door chala gaya.
Mummy ne mera haath pakda. “Papa ko nahi pata chalna chahiye. Kal college ka time bata kar nikalenge. Sirf baat karke aayenge. Jo bhi ho… ab hum phir se us andhere mein nahi jayenge. Theek hai?”
Mainne sir hilaya, lekin andar se jaanti thi — itna aasaan nahi hoga.
Us raat neend nahi aayi. Ceiling ko dekhti rahi. Kal wale shoot ke scenes aankhon ke saamne ghoomne lage — kapde fatna, khoon, cum, siskariyan. Aur ab woh material kisi ke haath mein tha, jo blackmail ke liye use ho sakta tha.
Subah Papa ko same old story boli — “Anita ki teacher ne special class rakhi hai, main bhi saath jaungi.” Papa ne “Theek hai” keh diya. Unhe kuch shak nahi hua.
Hum dono ghar se nikal gaye. Auto mein chup chaap baithe rahe. Mummy ne mera haath pakda hua tha, lekin is baar unki ungliyan kaamp rahi thin.
Studio area pahunche to Ravi sir aur Suresh sir pehle se maujood the. Unke chehre par woh purani smile nahi thi. Business jaisi thandi expression thi.
Ravi sir ne seedha kaha, “Baitho.”
Hum baith gaye. Suresh sir ne laptop khola aur screen ghumayi. Uspar hamare shoot ke raw clips chal rahe the — meri khoon se bhari chut ka close-up, mummy ki khuli hui body, hamari siskariyan, chehre saaf.
“Yeh material bahut strong hai,” Ravi sir ne kaha. “Overseas bhejne se pehle agar India mein leak ho gaya toh… tum dono ka kya hoga, samajh sakti ho. college, society, Papa… sab.”
Mummy ne awaaz rokte hue kaha, “Aapne promise kiya tha…”
“Promises business mein nahi chalte,” Suresh sir ne cut kiya. “Ab simple choice hai. Ya toh tum dono wapas aao aur baaki ke scenes shoot karo. Ya phir yeh video kal subah se har jagah fail jaayegi.”
Mainne mummy ki taraf dekha. Unke chehre par haar thi. Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha — jaise pooch rahi hon ki ab kya karein.
Studio ki thandi hawa mein baithi, laptop screen par apni hi nangi, dard bhari body dekhte hue, main samajh gayi…
Studio ke usi room mein baith e hue the jab Ravi sir ne door ki taraf ishara kiya.
“Andar aao.”
Do lamba-chauda African aadmi andar aaye. Dono 6’3”-6’4” ke kareeb, dark skin, broad shoulders, arms jo dekhte hi darr paida kar dein. Ek ke sar par short curls the, doosre ke baal bilkul clean. Dono ne simple black t-shirt aur jeans pehne the, lekin unke jism ki size kapdon ke neeche bhi saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Yeh Marcus aur Jamal hain. Aaj ka scene inke saath hai. Maa-beti ko in dono ke saath intimate scene karna hai. Pehle foreplay — kapdon ke saath. Phir missionary position mein dheere-dheere entry. Natural reactions chahiye. Size difference clear dikhna chahiye.”
Suresh sir ne aage bataya, “Dono ka measurement 10 inch se upar hai. Thick bhi. Isliye scene mein dard aur stretch natural aayega. Camera close-ups lega. Koi jaldi nahi. Dheere-dheere.”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Mainne unki aankhon mein wahi majboori dekhi jo ab hamari zindagi ban chuki thi. Laptop mein hamare purane clips ab bhi open the — blackmail ka pressure ab bhi kamre mein tair raha tha.
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Set ready hai. Bed soft lighting mein hai. Kapde pehne raho pehle. Action ke time natural raho.”
Hum dono uth kar us bade bed ki taraf gaye. Lights soft golden the, cameras char angles se set. Marcus aur Jamal bhi bed ke paas aa gaye. Unki height itni thi ki meri nazar unke seene tak hi jaati thi.
“Action,” Ravi sir ne kaha.
Pehle foreplay shuru hua — kapdon ke saath.
Marcus mere paas aaya. Usne apne bade haath se mera chehra pakda. Ungliyan itni lambi thin ki meri poori jaw uske haath mein sama gayi. Usne dheere se meri taraf jhuk kar meri gardan soonghi, phir apne hoth se meri skin ko touch kiya. Main kaamp uthi. Usne apna doosra haath meri kamar par rakha aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Meri chunchiyan uske hard chest se takra gayiin — kapdon ke upar se bhi uska body heat feel ho raha tha.
Bagal mein Jamal mummy ke saath tha. Usne mummy ki saari ka pallu dheere se hataya aur unki gardan par hoth pherne laga. Mummy ki saans tez ho gayi. Jamal ke bade haath unki kamar par the, ungliyan itni moti thin ki unki soft skin dabaney lagti.
Marcus ne meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya. Uske haath ne seedha meri bra ke upar se meri chunchi ko pakda. Poori chunchi uske bade haath mein sama gayi. Usne dabaya — zor se nahi, lekin itna pressure tha ki main samajh gayi yeh haath kitna strong hai. Usne nipple ko anguthe se ghumaya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin.
“Ahh…” halki siskari nikal gayi.
Usne meri kurti upar uthani shuru ki. Mainne resist nahi kiya. Kurti sir ke upar se nikal gayi. Ab sirf bra mein thi. Marcus ne bra ke cup ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ko masalna shuru kar diya. Uske haath itne bade the ki dono chunchiyan ek saath uske grip mein aa rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi woh jhuk kar bra ke upar se hi nipple ko muh se dabaata. Garam saans, badi jeebh.
Dusri taraf Jamal ne mummy ki blouse ke buttons khol diye the. Unki bra expose ho gayi thi. Jamal ne bra ke upar se unki bhaari chunchiyon ko pakda aur dabaya. Mummy ki siskari nikal gayi—
“Ahh… dheere…”
Jamal ne unki saari ko kamar se thoda khola aur apna haath andar daal diya. Petticoat ke upar se hi unki chut ko sahlaane laga. Mummy ki taang kaamp uthi.
Marcus ne ab meri bra ki hook khol di. Bra gir gayi. Meri nangi chunchiyan uske bade haathon mein aa gayiin. Usne dono ko pakad kar upar-neeche masala, nipples ko pinch kiya, phir jhuk kar ek ko muh mein le liya. Uske muh itna bada tha ki meri poori chunchi uske andar chali gayi. Jeebh ne nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya. Mainne uske curly baalon mein haath daal diya.
“Ahhh… ahh…”
Usne meri jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Haath andar daal kar seedha panty ke upar se meri chut ko pakda. Uski ungli itni moti thi ki panty ke upar se bhi pressure feel ho raha tha. Usne do ungliyon se meri chut ko dabaya aur sahlaaya. Main geeli hone lagi thi.
Jamal ne mummy ki bra bhi nikal di thi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan uske haathon mein dabi ja rahi thin. Usne unki petticoat ki naada khol di aur neeche sarka diya. Ab mummy sirf panty mein thin. Jamal ne panty ke upar se hi unki chut ko masalna shuru kar diya. Mummy ki siskariyan nikalne lagi thin—
“Ahh… ahh… umm…”
Thodi der baad dono ne hamari panty bhi nikal di. Ab hum bilkul nangi the. Marcus aur Jamal ne apni t-shirt aur jeans utaar di.
Jab unke underwear neeche gaye…
main aur mummy dono ki aankhein phail gayiin.
Unke lund 10 inch se bhi lambe the. Thick. Nasein phooli hui. Head bada aur chamakdar. Khade hone par thoda sa jhukte the apne weight se.
Marcus ne mujhe bed par litaya. Missionary position. Meri taangein khol diin. Usne apne lund ko meri geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head itna bada tha ki meri soft lips uske around poori tarah nahi lipat pa rahi thin.
Usne dheere se pressure dalna shuru kiya.
“Ahhh… ruk… bahut bada… ahhh…!”
Mainne uske seene ko dhakela, lekin woh ruk a nahi. Dheere-dheere head andar dhakelne laga. Meri chut phailti gayi. Dard tezz hota gaya.
“AHHH… nahi… fat rahi… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…!!!”
Usne ek haath se meri taang aur kholi aur doosre haath se apna lund pakad kar dheere-dheere inch by inch andar dhakelta raha. Meri aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Chut ki wallen itni stretch ho rahi thin ki lag raha tha kuch andar se fat jayega.
“AHHHH… bas… nahi… ahhh… poora nahi… ahhh…!!!”
Aakhir mein uska base meri soft lips se takraya. Poora 10+ inch andar tha. Main kaamp rahi thi. Saans nahi aa rahi thi.
Usne thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere hilna shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta… phir andar. Har baar meri chut ki wallen uske thick lund se ragad khaati.
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… dard… ahh… umm…”
Bagal mein Jamal ne mummy ko bhi litaya. Unki taangein kholiin aur apna utna hi bada lund unki chut par tikaya. Mummy ne bhi same reaction diya—
“AHHH… nahi… itna bada… ahhh… ruk jao… ahhh…!!!”
Jamal ne bhi dheere-dheere pressure dala. Mummy ki chut phailti gayi. Unki siskariyan chillahaton mein badal gayi thin—
“AHHHH… fat rahi hai… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…!!!”
Jab uska lund poora andar gaya to mummy ki body arch ho gayi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan upar ko uth gayiin. Jamal ne dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye.
Ab bed par do alag rhythm chal rahe the.
Marcus meri taangein kandhon par rakh kar dheere-dheere, gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Har thrust pe meri chut ki awaaz nikalti — geeli, stretched, dard bhari. Main uske bade seene par apne nails gaad rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… bahut deep… ahhh… mat zor se… ahhh…”
Jamal mummy ko same position mein le raha tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se mil rahi thin—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… nikal… ahhh… seh nahi pa rahi… ahhh…”
Cameras har close-up le rahe the — hamari phaili hui chut, unke mote lund jo baar-baar andar-bahar ho rahe the, hamari laal padti hui chunchiyan, aankhon se nikalta paani, aur woh continuous dard bhari siskariyan.
Marcus ne thoda pace badhaya. Ab dhakke medium the. Meri chut ab uske size ke hisaab se thodi adjust hone lagi thi, lekin dard ab bhi saath tha. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata, mujhe feel hota jaise pet tak ja rah a ho.
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”
Mummy ki awaaz bhi same thi. Jamal unki taangein aur khol kar gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Unki chut ki geeli awaaz continuous thi.
Lambaa time aise hi chalta raha. Dheere-dheere, gehre, continuous. Hamari siskariyan ab toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thin — dard, majboori, aur body ki majboor reaction mil kar.
Aakhir mein dono ne apna paani hamari chut ke deep mein choda. Itna zyada ki cum bahar nikalne laga. Jab unhone lund bahar nikaala to hamari chut bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui, cum se bhari hui dikh rahi thi.
Ravi sir ne kaha, “Cut. Strong take. Ab thoda break.”
Main aur mummy bed par haafte hue pade the. Taangein kaamp rahi thin. Chut mein ab bhi woh bada khali-pan aur dard feel ho raha tha.
ANITA PATEL
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