07-08-2026, 04:07 PM
“Cut” ke baad thoda break hua, lekin cameras phir se position mein aa gaye. Ravi sir ne kaha,
“Ab exchange. Dono aadmi maa aur beti ko bari-bari se lenge. Continuous takes. Natural awaaze aur reactions chahiye. Ready?”
Main aur mummy ab bhi bed par leti thin. Meri chut ab bhi sooji hui thi, cum andar se tipak raha tha. Mummy ki haalat bhi same thi. Unki taangein thodi faili hui thin, saans ab bhi tezz.
Marcus pehle mere paas se hata aur seedha mummy ki taraf gaya. Jamal ne meri taangein pakad kar kholi aur mere upar aa gaya. Ab exchange shuru hua.
Jamal ne apna ab bhi hard lund meri cum-bhari chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head itna bada tha ki phir se stretch feel hua. Usne dheere se pressure dala.
“Ahhh… phir se… ahhh… ruk…!”
Usne ek gehra dhakka maara aur poora lund andar tak chala gaya. Meri body arch ho gayi.
“AHHHH…!!!”
Usne turant dhakke shuru kar diye. Pehle dheere, phir medium. Har thrust pe meri chut ki geeli awaaz nikalne lagi — thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… bahut bada… ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Bagal mein Marcus ne mummy ki taangein kandhon par rakh liin. Usne apna lund unki chut par tikaya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—
“AHHHH… nahi… ahhh… jamal se bhi… ahhh…!!!”
Marcus ne tezz dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Mummy ki bhaari chunchiyan har thrust pe uchal rahi thin. Unki awaaz toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… mat zor se… ahhh… pet tak… ahhh…”
Ab bed par do alag-alag rhythm chal rahe the. Jamal meri taangein failaye hue gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske bade seene par nails gaadhe hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… nikal mat… ahhh…”
Marcus mummy ko bilkul fold karke dhakke maar raha tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se takra rahi thin—
“Ahh… ahh… Anita… ahh… seh… ahhh…”
Thodi der baad Ravi sir ne signal diya. Dono aadmi ruk gaye. Lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki dhaarein hamari chut se nikalne lagi.
Ab phir se exchange.
Marcus mere upar aa gaya. Usne meri taangein pakdi aur apna lund meri ab tak khuli hui chut mein ek hi dhakke mein daal diya.
“AHHHH… Marcus… ahhh…!!!”
Uske dhakke Jamal se alag the — zyada gehre, zyada heavy. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata, mujhe lagta pet hil raha hai. Main uske shoulders ko pakde hue chillane lagi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… bahut deep… ahhh… ruk ja… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…”
Jamal ne mummy ko side se pakda. Unki ek taang upar uthayi aur side se dhakke maarne laga. Mummy ki awaaz badal gayi—
“AHHH… aise… ahhh… andarse… ahhh…!!!”
Ab awaaze aur unchi thi. Bed ki geeli thap-thap continuous thi. Meri siskariyan, mummy ki siskariyan, dono aadmiyon ki bhaari saansen — sab mil kar room mein gunj raha tha.
Marcus ne meri chunchiyan pakad kar zor se masalte hue pace badha diya.
“Ahhh… mat daba… ahhh… chunchi… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Main kaampne lagi. Usne meri taangein aur khol diin aur last ke dhakke itni tezz maare ki meri aankhein pichak gayiin. Phir usne apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.
“AHHHH… bhar diya… ahhh…!!!”
Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar bahar nikalne lagi.
Turant Jamal ne position li. Usne mujhe ulta kiya — doggy. Haath aage, gaand upar. Apna lund meri cum-bhari chut mein peeche se daal diya.
“AHHHH… naya… ahhh…!!!”
Usne meri kamar pakad kar tezz dhakke shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti. Main bed sheet pakde hue chillane lagi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… tez… ahhh… gaand… ahhh…”
Bagal mein Marcus ne mummy ko bhi doggy bana diya. Unke bilkul bagal mein. Ab dono maa-beti side-by-side doggy mein the. Do mote lund peeche se dhakke maar rahe the.
Mummy ki awaaz—
“AHHH… ahhh… Anita… ahhh… side mein… ahhh…!!!”
Meri awaaz—
“Ahhh… mummy… ahhh… seh nahi… ahhh…!!!”
Cameras dono ke beech ghum rahe the. Close-up hamari gaand ka, hamari khuli hui chut ka jisme lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha, hamari laal padti hui chunchiyon ka.
Thodi der baad phir exchange hua.
Ab Marcus mummy ke peeche tha, Jamal mere peeche. Phir se alag rhythm. Kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez short. Hamari siskariyan ab poori tarah control ke baahar thin—
“Ahhh… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh… nahi… ahhh… bas… ahhh…!!!”
“Ahh… ahh… poora daal… ahhh… nikal mat… ahhh…!!!”
Aakhir mein dono ne baari-baari se dono ki chut mein cum choda. Pehle meri, phir mummy ki, phir phir se meri. Cum itna tha ki bed sheet geeli ho gayi. Hamari chut bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui, cum se labriz thin.
Jab aakhir mein dono hat gaye to main aur mummy bed par hi gir gaye. Taangein kaamp rahi thin. Saans nahi aa rahi thi. Awaaze ab dheemi pad rahi thin, lekin beech-beech mein ab bhi halki siskariyan nikal jaati—
“Ahh… umm… ahh…”
Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,
“Cut. Bahut strong exchange takes. Material solid hai.”
Main aankhein band kiye leti rahi. Mummy ka haath dheere se meri jaangh par aaya. Unki ungliyan bhi kaamp rahi thin.
Bari-bari wali chudai ab khatam hui thi…
lekin body ab bhi unke mote lund ki yaad se kaamp rahi thi.
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“Pack up for today” Ravi sir ki awaaz ke saath lights dim ho gaye. Cameras cover hone lage. Marcus aur Jamal apne kapde uthane lage. Unke bade jism ab bhi paseene se chamak rahe the, lekin unhone humari taraf koi baat nahi ki. Bas apna kaam khatam karke side ho gaye.
Main bed par se uthne ki koshish karti to taangein kaamp jaati. Chut ab bhi sooji hui thi, andar se cum dheere-dheere tipak raha tha. Mummy bhi meri tarah dheere-dheere uth rahi thin. Unki chaal dekh kar samajh aa raha tha ki unhe bhi har kadam par dard ho raha hai.
Changing area mein jaakar humne pehle apne jism ko soft towel se pohcha. Cum aur paseene ko jitna ho sake saaf kiya. Phir spare clothes nikale jo pehle se rakh e hue the — simple kurti-leggings mere liye, salwar-kameez mummy ke liye.
Kapde pehenna bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Leggings chadhate waqt meri sooji hui chut par kapda ragadta to dard utarta. Bra ke cups meri sensitive chunchiyon par padte hi main aankhein band kar leti. Mummy ne bhi salwar pehen te hue ek baar ruk kar saans li. Unki aankhein meri aankhon se mili. Kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek thaki hui nazar.
Baahar nikalte waqt Ravi sir ne door se kaha, “Kal call karunga. Agle schedule ke baare mein.”
Humne sir hilaya. Jawab nahi diya. Auto pakad kar seedha ghar ki taraf nikal gaye. Raaste bhar dono chup rahe. Auto ke jhatkon se har baar dard yaad aa jata. Main window se baahar dekhti rahi. Mummy ne mera haath pakda hua tha, lekin is baar unki grip mein koi garmi nahi thi — sirf thakan thi.
Ghar pahunche to shaam ke almost aath baj rahe the. Gate kholte hi pata chala ki ghar khali hai. Papa abhi tak nahi aaye the. Hum dono andar aaye. Kapde change karke clean nighty pehen li. Body ab bhi bhaari thi, lekin ab ghar ki deewaron ke andar thoda sa sukoon mila.
Main kitchen mein paani garam kar rahi thi ki mummy ka phone ring hua. Unhone uthaya. Papa ki awaaz thi. Main paas khadi ho gayi.
Mummy ne speaker on kar diya.
“Haan bolo…”
Papa ki awaaz thodi thaki hui thi. “Sunno, yahan kaam extend ho gaya hai. Mujhe teen din aur ruken a padega. Kal subah tak flight nahi mil rahi. Tum dono sambhal lena. Kuch chahiye ho to phone karna. Theek hai na?”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Meri aankhon mein halka sa relief tha. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Haan… theek hai. Tum tension mat lo. Hum dono manage kar lenge. Tum apna kaam poora karo.”
“Anita kaisi hai?”
Mainne aage badh kar kaha, “Main theek hoon Papa. Aap fikar mat karo.”
“Accha. Phir main rakh ta hoon. Teen din baad aata hoon.”
Phone cut hua.
Uske baad kuch second tak dono chup khade rahe. Phir mummy ne dheere se saans chhodi — woh saans jo kai dino se ruk i hui thi.
“Teen din…” unhone halki awaaz mein kaha. “Papa nahi aayenge.”
Mainne bhi wall se lag kar saans li. Andar se ek ajeeb sa halka-pan fail gaya. Blackmail, shoot, mote lund, dard, cameras… sab kuch abhi bhi dimaag mein tha, lekin ab ghar mein koi nahi tha jo hamari chaal dekh kar sawal kare, jo hamari aankhon mein jhaank kar poochhe ki kya hua.
Mummy ne mera haath pakda. “Chal… naha le pehle. Phir kuch halka kha lenge. Aaj raat se… thoda normal feel karte hain.”
Bathroom mein garam paani ke neeche khade ho kar mainne aankhein band kar liin. Paani meri sooji hui body par gir raha tha. Dard ab bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek thakan si thi jo neend mang rahi thi. Mummy ne bhi alag se nahaaya. Jab baahar aaye to dono ne simple clothes pehne the. Koi makeup nahi, koi tight kapda nahi.
Kitchen mein mummy ne sirf dal-chawal garam kiya. Hum dono chupchaap baith kar khane lage. Beech-beech mein nazar milti, lekin koi bhaari baat nahi hui. Sirf ek baar mummy ne kaha,
“Ab teen din… college ja, padhai kar. Main bhi ghar ke kaam mein busy rahungi. Jo bhi scene baaki hai… uske baare mein baad mein sochenge.”
Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Khana kha kar main apne room mein aa gayi. Bed par lette hi body ne jawab de diya. Aankhein khud-ba-khud band ho gayi. Neend itni gehri thi ki raat bhar ek baar bhi nahi uthi.
Subah uthte hi pehli feeling yeh thi ki ghar khali hai. Papa nahi hain. Koi sawal nahi poochne wala. Mainne window kholi. Hawa andar aayi. Thodi der us hawa ko feel kiya, phir college ki tayyari mein lag gayi.
Uniform pehni, baal baandhe, books bag mein rakhi. Mummy ne tiffin pakda diya. Door tak aayi aur mere maathe ko chhuye hue boli, “Dhyan se jaana. Late mat hona.”
Main college pahunchi. Doston ke beech baithi. Teacher jab padhate to dhyan se sunti. Pehli baar itne dino baad laga ki main sirf ek normal ladki hoon jo class mein baithi hai. Koi shoot nahi, koi camera nahi, koi blackmail nahi — kam se kam abhi ke liye.
Shaam ko ghar aayi to mummy kitchen mein thi. Unhone chai banayi. Hum balcony mein baith kar pine lage. Sooraj dhal raha tha. Thodi der khamoshi ke baad mummy ne kaha,
“Lagta hai ab thodi saans le sakte hain.”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. “Haan. Teen din… kam se kam itne din toh normal.”
Unhone mera haath dabaya. “Jo bhi aage aaye, abhi ke liye… abhi ke liye hum sirf maa-beti hain. Koi scene nahi, koi pressure nahi. Tu padhai kar. Main ghar sambhalti hoon.”
Us shaam TV dekhte hue, halka khana khaate hue, aur raat ko shant neend aate hue… pehli baar laga ki shayad hum phir se us normal zindagi ki taraf badh sakte hain.
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Papa ke teen din door rehne ke dauran ek ajeeb sa badlav main khud mein notice karne lagi.
Pehle din subah nahaate waqt mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Towel se body pochhte hue aankhein neeche gayi. Chunchiyan… pehle se thodi alag lag rahi thin. Mainne haath badha kar unhe pakda. Softness to pehle bhi thi, lekin ab unka weight zyada feel ho raha tha. Cup size jo hamesha 34 tha, ab bra ke cups thode tight lag rahe the. Mainne peeche se hook dekha — pehle wali bra ab bilkul fit nahi ho rahi thi. Thoda sa upar se overflow ho raha tha.
Mainne dono chunchiyon ko haath mein le kar thoda upar uthaya. Shape pehle se thoda fuller tha. Nipples bhi thode dark aur sensitive pad gaye the. Kal tak jo nishaan the woh to gayab ho chuke the, lekin unki jagah ek naya weight aa gaya tha. Mainne socha shayad paani ya swelling hogi, lekin doosre din bhi same tha. Teesre din jab mainne apni purani bra peheni to clearly feel hua — ab yeh 34 nahi, 36 ho chuki thin.
Mummy ne bhi notice kar liya. Ek subah jab main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi, unhone peeche se kaha, “Teri body change ho rahi hai.”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unhone mera haath pakad kar mujhe mirror ke saamne khada kar diya.
“Dekh,” unhone kaha. “Chunchiyan pehle se bhaari hain. Shape bhi thoda badla hai. Aur…” unhone meri taraf peeche se dekhte hue kaha, “kulhe bhi. Pehle itne filled nahi the.”
Mainne side se apni reflection dekhi. Jeans jo pehle loose thi, ab hips par tight feel ho rahi thi. Kulhe haan, pehle se thode round aur bhaari lag rahe the. Kamar patli thi, lekin uske neeche se hips ka curve zyada clear ho gaya tha. Mainne haath se apni hips ko chhua. Softness aur weight dono badh gaya tha.
Chehre par bhi farq tha.
Main pehle bhi fair thi, lekin ab skin par ek alag sa tej aa gaya tha. Gaal thode filled lag rahe the. Aankhon ke neeche jo thakan ke nishaan hote the, woh kam ho gaye the. Hoth thode soft aur natural pink dikh rahe the. Ek ajeeb si glow thi — na makeup ki, na neend ki. Jaise body ke andar kuch settle ho raha ho.
Mummy ne mera chehra dono haathon mein pakda aur ghur kar dekha. “Yeh tej… chudai ke baad aata hai kabhi-kabhi. Hormones, blood flow, jo bhi ho… tera chehra ab alag lag raha hai. Zyada aurat jaisa.”
Main sharma gayi, lekin unki baat galat nahi thi. college mein bhi doston ne comment kiya. “Anita, aajkal tera face glowing lag raha hai yaar. Kya skin care kar rahi hai?” Main bas has deti. Unhe kya batati ki yeh glow uske baad aayi hai jab body ne itne bade lund, itni baar cum, itni stretching seh li thi.
Raat ko jab akele bed par leti to apne jism ko dheere-dheere mehsoos karti. Chunchiyon ka naya weight, hips ka extra curve, aur chehre ki woh soft glow. Kabhi-kabhi haath se chunchiyon ko sahlaati to feel hota ki ab yeh pehle se zyada sensitive bhi ho gayi thin. Thoda sa touch bhi body mein ek halki lehar bhej deta.
Mummy ke saath baithkar kabhi-kabhi is baare mein khul ke baat bhi ho jaati. Ek shaam balcony mein chai peete hue unhone kaha, “Body badal rahi hai tera. Ab purane kapde nahi rahenge. Nayi bra leni padegi, jeans bhi.”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. “Tumhe bhi farq feel hota hai kya?”
Unhone halka sa muskurate hue kaha, “Haan. Meri bhi chunchiyan thodi bhaari hain in dino. Lekin tera change zyada clear hai. Tu ab 18 ki ladki se hata kar… thodi si aurat jaisi dikhne lagi hai.”
Us raat mirror ke saamne khade ho kar mainne apni nangi body ko dheere-dheere dekha. 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari huyi hips, aur chehre par woh naya tej.
Jo kuch bhi hua tha un dino… usne sirf andar se nahi, baahar se bhi mujhe badal diya tha.
Aur yeh badlav ab chhupne wala nahi tha.
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college wapas aane ke baad se main notice karne lagi thi.
Mere class teacher — Sharma sir. History wale. Umra kareeb 38-40 saal, clean shave, spectacles, hamesha formal shirt-pant mein. Pehle woh sirf padhate the, nazar kitaab ya board par rehti thi. Lekin ab… ab unki nazar baar-baar mujh par rukne lagi thi.
Pehli baar tab feel hua jab main class mein khadi hokar answer de rahi thi. Unki aankhein mere face se neeche gayi — meri kurti ke upar se meri chunchiyon par. 36 ki ho chuki thin, bra ke baad bhi unka shape clear dikhta tha. Sharma sir ki nazar wahan ek-do second ruk i, phir unhone jaldi se aankhein utha li. Lekin main dekh chuki thi.
Uske baad se yeh silsila chal pada.
Kabhi main board par likhne ke liye uthti to unki nazar meri peeth se hote hue meri hips par ruk jaati. Kabhi main copy check karwane jaati to woh table ke peeche se meri chunchiyon ko dekhte. Kabhi corridor mein milte to unki aankhein meri body ko upar se neeche scan karti. Main kuch nahi bolti. Sirf nazar jhuka kar nikal jaati.
Ek din seventh period ke baad unhone mujhe rok liya.
“Anita, teri copy mein kuch galti hai. Period ke baad staff room aana. Ten minutes.”
Staff room us din almost khaali tha. Sirf ek do teachers door side baithi thin, door thoda khula hua tha. Sharma sir ne mujhe andar bulaya aur copy table par rakhi. Main unke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. Woh baith e hue the. Meri chunchiyan unki aankhon ke level par thin.
Unhone copy kholi, lekin dekh nahi rahe the. Unki nazar meri kurti ke neckline par thi. Phir unhone achanak haath badhaya aur meri left chunchi ko kurti ke upar se hi pakad liya. Pure haath se dabaya.
Main jhujhla uthi. Body tight ho gayi. Lekin mainne kuch nahi bola. Awaaz nahi nikaali. Sirf unki aankhon mein dekha.
Sharma sir ne dheere se dabaya. Anguthe se nipple ke around ghumaya — kapde ke upar se. Meri chunchi unke haath mein soft aur bhaari thi. Unhone doosri chunchi bhi pakad li. Ab dono haathon se meri chunchiyon ko masal rahe the. Daba rahe the. Shape feel kar rahe the.
“Bahut soft… pehle itni bhaari nahi thin,” unhone bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Main chup rahi. Saans tez ho gayi thi, lekin mainne unka haath nahi hataya. Unhone ek-do minute tak aise hi dabaye rakha. Phir door ki taraf nazar ki aur haath hata liya. Copy band kiya.
“Ab ja. Kal formal submission kar dena.”
Main nikal aayi. Corridor mein aate hi meri chunchiyan ab bhi unke haath ka pressure feel kar rahi thin. Nipples tight ho chuke the. Mainne jaldi se bag sambhala aur class ki taraf chal di.
Uske baad se unka yeh silsila badh gaya.
Kabhi lab mein akele pakad liya — peeche se aakar meri chunchiyon ko dono haathon se daba diya. Main chup rahi. Kabhi library ke corner mein, jab koi nahi hota, toh meri hips ko peeche se pakad kar apni taraf dabaate. Main kuch nahi bolti. Sirf khadi rehti.
Ek din lunch break mein unhone mujhe again staff room bulaya. Is baar room poora khaali tha. Door band tha. Sharma sir ne mujhe andar liya aur seedha meri taraf mud gaye. Unhone meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya. Bra ke upar se meri chunchiyon ko pakda aur zor se dabaya.
“Bolti kyun nahi?” unhone dheere se poocha.
Mainne unki aankhon mein dekha. Kuch nahi kaha.
Unhone bra ke cup ke neeche haath sarka diya. Seedha meri nangi chunchi unke haath mein aa gayi. Garam, soft, bhaari. Unhone nipple ko ungliyon ke beech le kar pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Saans bhaari ho gayi, lekin awaaz nahi nikaali.
Unhone dono chunchiyon ko bra se baahar nikaal diya. Kurti upar utha kar unhe dekhne lage. Phir jhuk kar meri right chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh, thook, aur halka sa choosna. Main kaamp uthi. Unhone doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte hue isse choosna continue rakha.
Paanch-saat minute aise hi. Phir unhone meri chunchiyon ko bra mein wapas kiya, kurti theek ki, aur kaha, “Ab class ja. Kisi se mat bolna.”
Main nikal aayi. Corridor mein meri taangein thodi kaamp rahi thin. Chunchiyan ab bhi geeli thin unke thook se.
Phir ek din aisa aaya jab moka poora mil gaya.
college ke baad main corridor se nikal rahi thi. Almost sab ja chuke the. Sharma sir ne peeche se mera haath pakad liya aur ek khaali classroom mein kheench liya. Door band kiya. Is baar unhone turant meri kurti upar utha di. Bra ke saath hi meri chunchiyon ko baahar nikaala. Dono haathon se pakad kar zor se dabaya, masala.
Phir unhone mera chehra pakda aur apne hoth meri hothon par rakh diye.
Kiss.
Pehli baar. Zor se. Unki jeebh ne mere hoth khole aur andar ghus gayi. Mainne resist nahi kiya. Unke muh mein apna muh de diya. Woh meri chunchiyon ko dabate hue mujhe choomte rahe — gehra, geela, bhaari saansen ke saath.
Jab unhone hoth hataye to meri saans phool rahi thi. Unhone meri chunchiyon ko aakhri baar zor se dabaya aur kaha, “Ab se jab bhi moka milega… yahi karenge. Tu chup rehna.”
Mainne sir hilaya. Kuch nahi bola.
Door khola aur nikal gayi.
college gate tak aate-aate meri chunchiyan ab bhi unke haath aur muh ka ehsaas rakh e hue thin. Hoth sooje hue the.
Aur main… ab bhi chup thi.
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“Ab exchange. Dono aadmi maa aur beti ko bari-bari se lenge. Continuous takes. Natural awaaze aur reactions chahiye. Ready?”
Main aur mummy ab bhi bed par leti thin. Meri chut ab bhi sooji hui thi, cum andar se tipak raha tha. Mummy ki haalat bhi same thi. Unki taangein thodi faili hui thin, saans ab bhi tezz.
Marcus pehle mere paas se hata aur seedha mummy ki taraf gaya. Jamal ne meri taangein pakad kar kholi aur mere upar aa gaya. Ab exchange shuru hua.
Jamal ne apna ab bhi hard lund meri cum-bhari chut ke muhane par tikaya. Head itna bada tha ki phir se stretch feel hua. Usne dheere se pressure dala.
“Ahhh… phir se… ahhh… ruk…!”
Usne ek gehra dhakka maara aur poora lund andar tak chala gaya. Meri body arch ho gayi.
“AHHHH…!!!”
Usne turant dhakke shuru kar diye. Pehle dheere, phir medium. Har thrust pe meri chut ki geeli awaaz nikalne lagi — thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… bahut bada… ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Bagal mein Marcus ne mummy ki taangein kandhon par rakh liin. Usne apna lund unki chut par tikaya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya. Mummy ki lambi siskari nikal gayi—
“AHHHH… nahi… ahhh… jamal se bhi… ahhh…!!!”
Marcus ne tezz dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Mummy ki bhaari chunchiyan har thrust pe uchal rahi thin. Unki awaaz toot-phoot kar nikal rahi thi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… mat zor se… ahhh… pet tak… ahhh…”
Ab bed par do alag-alag rhythm chal rahe the. Jamal meri taangein failaye hue gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske bade seene par nails gaadhe hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… nikal mat… ahhh…”
Marcus mummy ko bilkul fold karke dhakke maar raha tha. Unki siskariyan meri siskariyon se takra rahi thin—
“Ahh… ahh… Anita… ahh… seh… ahhh…”
Thodi der baad Ravi sir ne signal diya. Dono aadmi ruk gaye. Lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki dhaarein hamari chut se nikalne lagi.
Ab phir se exchange.
Marcus mere upar aa gaya. Usne meri taangein pakdi aur apna lund meri ab tak khuli hui chut mein ek hi dhakke mein daal diya.
“AHHHH… Marcus… ahhh…!!!”
Uske dhakke Jamal se alag the — zyada gehre, zyada heavy. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata, mujhe lagta pet hil raha hai. Main uske shoulders ko pakde hue chillane lagi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… bahut deep… ahhh… ruk ja… ahhh… nahi… ahhh…”
Jamal ne mummy ko side se pakda. Unki ek taang upar uthayi aur side se dhakke maarne laga. Mummy ki awaaz badal gayi—
“AHHH… aise… ahhh… andarse… ahhh…!!!”
Ab awaaze aur unchi thi. Bed ki geeli thap-thap continuous thi. Meri siskariyan, mummy ki siskariyan, dono aadmiyon ki bhaari saansen — sab mil kar room mein gunj raha tha.
Marcus ne meri chunchiyan pakad kar zor se masalte hue pace badha diya.
“Ahhh… mat daba… ahhh… chunchi… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Main kaampne lagi. Usne meri taangein aur khol diin aur last ke dhakke itni tezz maare ki meri aankhein pichak gayiin. Phir usne apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.
“AHHHH… bhar diya… ahhh…!!!”
Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar bahar nikalne lagi.
Turant Jamal ne position li. Usne mujhe ulta kiya — doggy. Haath aage, gaand upar. Apna lund meri cum-bhari chut mein peeche se daal diya.
“AHHHH… naya… ahhh…!!!”
Usne meri kamar pakad kar tezz dhakke shuru kar diye. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti. Main bed sheet pakde hue chillane lagi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… tez… ahhh… gaand… ahhh…”
Bagal mein Marcus ne mummy ko bhi doggy bana diya. Unke bilkul bagal mein. Ab dono maa-beti side-by-side doggy mein the. Do mote lund peeche se dhakke maar rahe the.
Mummy ki awaaz—
“AHHH… ahhh… Anita… ahhh… side mein… ahhh…!!!”
Meri awaaz—
“Ahhh… mummy… ahhh… seh nahi… ahhh…!!!”
Cameras dono ke beech ghum rahe the. Close-up hamari gaand ka, hamari khuli hui chut ka jisme lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha, hamari laal padti hui chunchiyon ka.
Thodi der baad phir exchange hua.
Ab Marcus mummy ke peeche tha, Jamal mere peeche. Phir se alag rhythm. Kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez short. Hamari siskariyan ab poori tarah control ke baahar thin—
“Ahhh… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh… nahi… ahhh… bas… ahhh…!!!”
“Ahh… ahh… poora daal… ahhh… nikal mat… ahhh…!!!”
Aakhir mein dono ne baari-baari se dono ki chut mein cum choda. Pehle meri, phir mummy ki, phir phir se meri. Cum itna tha ki bed sheet geeli ho gayi. Hamari chut bilkul khuli hui, sooji hui, cum se labriz thin.
Jab aakhir mein dono hat gaye to main aur mummy bed par hi gir gaye. Taangein kaamp rahi thin. Saans nahi aa rahi thi. Awaaze ab dheemi pad rahi thin, lekin beech-beech mein ab bhi halki siskariyan nikal jaati—
“Ahh… umm… ahh…”
Ravi sir ki awaaz aayi,
“Cut. Bahut strong exchange takes. Material solid hai.”
Main aankhein band kiye leti rahi. Mummy ka haath dheere se meri jaangh par aaya. Unki ungliyan bhi kaamp rahi thin.
Bari-bari wali chudai ab khatam hui thi…
lekin body ab bhi unke mote lund ki yaad se kaamp rahi thi.
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“Pack up for today” Ravi sir ki awaaz ke saath lights dim ho gaye. Cameras cover hone lage. Marcus aur Jamal apne kapde uthane lage. Unke bade jism ab bhi paseene se chamak rahe the, lekin unhone humari taraf koi baat nahi ki. Bas apna kaam khatam karke side ho gaye.
Main bed par se uthne ki koshish karti to taangein kaamp jaati. Chut ab bhi sooji hui thi, andar se cum dheere-dheere tipak raha tha. Mummy bhi meri tarah dheere-dheere uth rahi thin. Unki chaal dekh kar samajh aa raha tha ki unhe bhi har kadam par dard ho raha hai.
Changing area mein jaakar humne pehle apne jism ko soft towel se pohcha. Cum aur paseene ko jitna ho sake saaf kiya. Phir spare clothes nikale jo pehle se rakh e hue the — simple kurti-leggings mere liye, salwar-kameez mummy ke liye.
Kapde pehenna bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Leggings chadhate waqt meri sooji hui chut par kapda ragadta to dard utarta. Bra ke cups meri sensitive chunchiyon par padte hi main aankhein band kar leti. Mummy ne bhi salwar pehen te hue ek baar ruk kar saans li. Unki aankhein meri aankhon se mili. Kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek thaki hui nazar.
Baahar nikalte waqt Ravi sir ne door se kaha, “Kal call karunga. Agle schedule ke baare mein.”
Humne sir hilaya. Jawab nahi diya. Auto pakad kar seedha ghar ki taraf nikal gaye. Raaste bhar dono chup rahe. Auto ke jhatkon se har baar dard yaad aa jata. Main window se baahar dekhti rahi. Mummy ne mera haath pakda hua tha, lekin is baar unki grip mein koi garmi nahi thi — sirf thakan thi.
Ghar pahunche to shaam ke almost aath baj rahe the. Gate kholte hi pata chala ki ghar khali hai. Papa abhi tak nahi aaye the. Hum dono andar aaye. Kapde change karke clean nighty pehen li. Body ab bhi bhaari thi, lekin ab ghar ki deewaron ke andar thoda sa sukoon mila.
Main kitchen mein paani garam kar rahi thi ki mummy ka phone ring hua. Unhone uthaya. Papa ki awaaz thi. Main paas khadi ho gayi.
Mummy ne speaker on kar diya.
“Haan bolo…”
Papa ki awaaz thodi thaki hui thi. “Sunno, yahan kaam extend ho gaya hai. Mujhe teen din aur ruken a padega. Kal subah tak flight nahi mil rahi. Tum dono sambhal lena. Kuch chahiye ho to phone karna. Theek hai na?”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Meri aankhon mein halka sa relief tha. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Haan… theek hai. Tum tension mat lo. Hum dono manage kar lenge. Tum apna kaam poora karo.”
“Anita kaisi hai?”
Mainne aage badh kar kaha, “Main theek hoon Papa. Aap fikar mat karo.”
“Accha. Phir main rakh ta hoon. Teen din baad aata hoon.”
Phone cut hua.
Uske baad kuch second tak dono chup khade rahe. Phir mummy ne dheere se saans chhodi — woh saans jo kai dino se ruk i hui thi.
“Teen din…” unhone halki awaaz mein kaha. “Papa nahi aayenge.”
Mainne bhi wall se lag kar saans li. Andar se ek ajeeb sa halka-pan fail gaya. Blackmail, shoot, mote lund, dard, cameras… sab kuch abhi bhi dimaag mein tha, lekin ab ghar mein koi nahi tha jo hamari chaal dekh kar sawal kare, jo hamari aankhon mein jhaank kar poochhe ki kya hua.
Mummy ne mera haath pakda. “Chal… naha le pehle. Phir kuch halka kha lenge. Aaj raat se… thoda normal feel karte hain.”
Bathroom mein garam paani ke neeche khade ho kar mainne aankhein band kar liin. Paani meri sooji hui body par gir raha tha. Dard ab bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek thakan si thi jo neend mang rahi thi. Mummy ne bhi alag se nahaaya. Jab baahar aaye to dono ne simple clothes pehne the. Koi makeup nahi, koi tight kapda nahi.
Kitchen mein mummy ne sirf dal-chawal garam kiya. Hum dono chupchaap baith kar khane lage. Beech-beech mein nazar milti, lekin koi bhaari baat nahi hui. Sirf ek baar mummy ne kaha,
“Ab teen din… college ja, padhai kar. Main bhi ghar ke kaam mein busy rahungi. Jo bhi scene baaki hai… uske baare mein baad mein sochenge.”
Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Khana kha kar main apne room mein aa gayi. Bed par lette hi body ne jawab de diya. Aankhein khud-ba-khud band ho gayi. Neend itni gehri thi ki raat bhar ek baar bhi nahi uthi.
Subah uthte hi pehli feeling yeh thi ki ghar khali hai. Papa nahi hain. Koi sawal nahi poochne wala. Mainne window kholi. Hawa andar aayi. Thodi der us hawa ko feel kiya, phir college ki tayyari mein lag gayi.
Uniform pehni, baal baandhe, books bag mein rakhi. Mummy ne tiffin pakda diya. Door tak aayi aur mere maathe ko chhuye hue boli, “Dhyan se jaana. Late mat hona.”
Main college pahunchi. Doston ke beech baithi. Teacher jab padhate to dhyan se sunti. Pehli baar itne dino baad laga ki main sirf ek normal ladki hoon jo class mein baithi hai. Koi shoot nahi, koi camera nahi, koi blackmail nahi — kam se kam abhi ke liye.
Shaam ko ghar aayi to mummy kitchen mein thi. Unhone chai banayi. Hum balcony mein baith kar pine lage. Sooraj dhal raha tha. Thodi der khamoshi ke baad mummy ne kaha,
“Lagta hai ab thodi saans le sakte hain.”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. “Haan. Teen din… kam se kam itne din toh normal.”
Unhone mera haath dabaya. “Jo bhi aage aaye, abhi ke liye… abhi ke liye hum sirf maa-beti hain. Koi scene nahi, koi pressure nahi. Tu padhai kar. Main ghar sambhalti hoon.”
Us shaam TV dekhte hue, halka khana khaate hue, aur raat ko shant neend aate hue… pehli baar laga ki shayad hum phir se us normal zindagi ki taraf badh sakte hain.
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Papa ke teen din door rehne ke dauran ek ajeeb sa badlav main khud mein notice karne lagi.
Pehle din subah nahaate waqt mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Towel se body pochhte hue aankhein neeche gayi. Chunchiyan… pehle se thodi alag lag rahi thin. Mainne haath badha kar unhe pakda. Softness to pehle bhi thi, lekin ab unka weight zyada feel ho raha tha. Cup size jo hamesha 34 tha, ab bra ke cups thode tight lag rahe the. Mainne peeche se hook dekha — pehle wali bra ab bilkul fit nahi ho rahi thi. Thoda sa upar se overflow ho raha tha.
Mainne dono chunchiyon ko haath mein le kar thoda upar uthaya. Shape pehle se thoda fuller tha. Nipples bhi thode dark aur sensitive pad gaye the. Kal tak jo nishaan the woh to gayab ho chuke the, lekin unki jagah ek naya weight aa gaya tha. Mainne socha shayad paani ya swelling hogi, lekin doosre din bhi same tha. Teesre din jab mainne apni purani bra peheni to clearly feel hua — ab yeh 34 nahi, 36 ho chuki thin.
Mummy ne bhi notice kar liya. Ek subah jab main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi, unhone peeche se kaha, “Teri body change ho rahi hai.”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unhone mera haath pakad kar mujhe mirror ke saamne khada kar diya.
“Dekh,” unhone kaha. “Chunchiyan pehle se bhaari hain. Shape bhi thoda badla hai. Aur…” unhone meri taraf peeche se dekhte hue kaha, “kulhe bhi. Pehle itne filled nahi the.”
Mainne side se apni reflection dekhi. Jeans jo pehle loose thi, ab hips par tight feel ho rahi thi. Kulhe haan, pehle se thode round aur bhaari lag rahe the. Kamar patli thi, lekin uske neeche se hips ka curve zyada clear ho gaya tha. Mainne haath se apni hips ko chhua. Softness aur weight dono badh gaya tha.
Chehre par bhi farq tha.
Main pehle bhi fair thi, lekin ab skin par ek alag sa tej aa gaya tha. Gaal thode filled lag rahe the. Aankhon ke neeche jo thakan ke nishaan hote the, woh kam ho gaye the. Hoth thode soft aur natural pink dikh rahe the. Ek ajeeb si glow thi — na makeup ki, na neend ki. Jaise body ke andar kuch settle ho raha ho.
Mummy ne mera chehra dono haathon mein pakda aur ghur kar dekha. “Yeh tej… chudai ke baad aata hai kabhi-kabhi. Hormones, blood flow, jo bhi ho… tera chehra ab alag lag raha hai. Zyada aurat jaisa.”
Main sharma gayi, lekin unki baat galat nahi thi. college mein bhi doston ne comment kiya. “Anita, aajkal tera face glowing lag raha hai yaar. Kya skin care kar rahi hai?” Main bas has deti. Unhe kya batati ki yeh glow uske baad aayi hai jab body ne itne bade lund, itni baar cum, itni stretching seh li thi.
Raat ko jab akele bed par leti to apne jism ko dheere-dheere mehsoos karti. Chunchiyon ka naya weight, hips ka extra curve, aur chehre ki woh soft glow. Kabhi-kabhi haath se chunchiyon ko sahlaati to feel hota ki ab yeh pehle se zyada sensitive bhi ho gayi thin. Thoda sa touch bhi body mein ek halki lehar bhej deta.
Mummy ke saath baithkar kabhi-kabhi is baare mein khul ke baat bhi ho jaati. Ek shaam balcony mein chai peete hue unhone kaha, “Body badal rahi hai tera. Ab purane kapde nahi rahenge. Nayi bra leni padegi, jeans bhi.”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. “Tumhe bhi farq feel hota hai kya?”
Unhone halka sa muskurate hue kaha, “Haan. Meri bhi chunchiyan thodi bhaari hain in dino. Lekin tera change zyada clear hai. Tu ab 18 ki ladki se hata kar… thodi si aurat jaisi dikhne lagi hai.”
Us raat mirror ke saamne khade ho kar mainne apni nangi body ko dheere-dheere dekha. 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari huyi hips, aur chehre par woh naya tej.
Jo kuch bhi hua tha un dino… usne sirf andar se nahi, baahar se bhi mujhe badal diya tha.
Aur yeh badlav ab chhupne wala nahi tha.
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college wapas aane ke baad se main notice karne lagi thi.
Mere class teacher — Sharma sir. History wale. Umra kareeb 38-40 saal, clean shave, spectacles, hamesha formal shirt-pant mein. Pehle woh sirf padhate the, nazar kitaab ya board par rehti thi. Lekin ab… ab unki nazar baar-baar mujh par rukne lagi thi.
Pehli baar tab feel hua jab main class mein khadi hokar answer de rahi thi. Unki aankhein mere face se neeche gayi — meri kurti ke upar se meri chunchiyon par. 36 ki ho chuki thin, bra ke baad bhi unka shape clear dikhta tha. Sharma sir ki nazar wahan ek-do second ruk i, phir unhone jaldi se aankhein utha li. Lekin main dekh chuki thi.
Uske baad se yeh silsila chal pada.
Kabhi main board par likhne ke liye uthti to unki nazar meri peeth se hote hue meri hips par ruk jaati. Kabhi main copy check karwane jaati to woh table ke peeche se meri chunchiyon ko dekhte. Kabhi corridor mein milte to unki aankhein meri body ko upar se neeche scan karti. Main kuch nahi bolti. Sirf nazar jhuka kar nikal jaati.
Ek din seventh period ke baad unhone mujhe rok liya.
“Anita, teri copy mein kuch galti hai. Period ke baad staff room aana. Ten minutes.”
Staff room us din almost khaali tha. Sirf ek do teachers door side baithi thin, door thoda khula hua tha. Sharma sir ne mujhe andar bulaya aur copy table par rakhi. Main unke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. Woh baith e hue the. Meri chunchiyan unki aankhon ke level par thin.
Unhone copy kholi, lekin dekh nahi rahe the. Unki nazar meri kurti ke neckline par thi. Phir unhone achanak haath badhaya aur meri left chunchi ko kurti ke upar se hi pakad liya. Pure haath se dabaya.
Main jhujhla uthi. Body tight ho gayi. Lekin mainne kuch nahi bola. Awaaz nahi nikaali. Sirf unki aankhon mein dekha.
Sharma sir ne dheere se dabaya. Anguthe se nipple ke around ghumaya — kapde ke upar se. Meri chunchi unke haath mein soft aur bhaari thi. Unhone doosri chunchi bhi pakad li. Ab dono haathon se meri chunchiyon ko masal rahe the. Daba rahe the. Shape feel kar rahe the.
“Bahut soft… pehle itni bhaari nahi thin,” unhone bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Main chup rahi. Saans tez ho gayi thi, lekin mainne unka haath nahi hataya. Unhone ek-do minute tak aise hi dabaye rakha. Phir door ki taraf nazar ki aur haath hata liya. Copy band kiya.
“Ab ja. Kal formal submission kar dena.”
Main nikal aayi. Corridor mein aate hi meri chunchiyan ab bhi unke haath ka pressure feel kar rahi thin. Nipples tight ho chuke the. Mainne jaldi se bag sambhala aur class ki taraf chal di.
Uske baad se unka yeh silsila badh gaya.
Kabhi lab mein akele pakad liya — peeche se aakar meri chunchiyon ko dono haathon se daba diya. Main chup rahi. Kabhi library ke corner mein, jab koi nahi hota, toh meri hips ko peeche se pakad kar apni taraf dabaate. Main kuch nahi bolti. Sirf khadi rehti.
Ek din lunch break mein unhone mujhe again staff room bulaya. Is baar room poora khaali tha. Door band tha. Sharma sir ne mujhe andar liya aur seedha meri taraf mud gaye. Unhone meri kurti ke neeche haath daal diya. Bra ke upar se meri chunchiyon ko pakda aur zor se dabaya.
“Bolti kyun nahi?” unhone dheere se poocha.
Mainne unki aankhon mein dekha. Kuch nahi kaha.
Unhone bra ke cup ke neeche haath sarka diya. Seedha meri nangi chunchi unke haath mein aa gayi. Garam, soft, bhaari. Unhone nipple ko ungliyon ke beech le kar pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Saans bhaari ho gayi, lekin awaaz nahi nikaali.
Unhone dono chunchiyon ko bra se baahar nikaal diya. Kurti upar utha kar unhe dekhne lage. Phir jhuk kar meri right chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh, thook, aur halka sa choosna. Main kaamp uthi. Unhone doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte hue isse choosna continue rakha.
Paanch-saat minute aise hi. Phir unhone meri chunchiyon ko bra mein wapas kiya, kurti theek ki, aur kaha, “Ab class ja. Kisi se mat bolna.”
Main nikal aayi. Corridor mein meri taangein thodi kaamp rahi thin. Chunchiyan ab bhi geeli thin unke thook se.
Phir ek din aisa aaya jab moka poora mil gaya.
college ke baad main corridor se nikal rahi thi. Almost sab ja chuke the. Sharma sir ne peeche se mera haath pakad liya aur ek khaali classroom mein kheench liya. Door band kiya. Is baar unhone turant meri kurti upar utha di. Bra ke saath hi meri chunchiyon ko baahar nikaala. Dono haathon se pakad kar zor se dabaya, masala.
Phir unhone mera chehra pakda aur apne hoth meri hothon par rakh diye.
Kiss.
Pehli baar. Zor se. Unki jeebh ne mere hoth khole aur andar ghus gayi. Mainne resist nahi kiya. Unke muh mein apna muh de diya. Woh meri chunchiyon ko dabate hue mujhe choomte rahe — gehra, geela, bhaari saansen ke saath.
Jab unhone hoth hataye to meri saans phool rahi thi. Unhone meri chunchiyon ko aakhri baar zor se dabaya aur kaha, “Ab se jab bhi moka milega… yahi karenge. Tu chup rehna.”
Mainne sir hilaya. Kuch nahi bola.
Door khola aur nikal gayi.
college gate tak aate-aate meri chunchiyan ab bhi unke haath aur muh ka ehsaas rakh e hue thin. Hoth sooje hue the.
Aur main… ab bhi chup thi.
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ANITA PATEL
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