Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Oral-fuck aur cum nigalne ke turant baad, us chhotay se rock overhang ke andar ek behad bhari, sharmnaak aur ghani khamoshi chha gayi thi.
Priya overhang ke ek kone mein baithi hui thi, apne dono ghutnon ko apne seene se lagaye hue aur apna chehra unme chhupaye hue. Uske honton aur tongue par abhi bhi Vikram ke us salty, gaadhe aur garam cum ka swaad maujood tha. Usne jo kiya tha, woh poori tarah se un dono ko maut se bachane ke liye ek majboori aur survival ka faisla tha... Lekin uske 42 saal ke mature jism ne us lund chusayi mein jo teekha, physical pleasure feel kiya tha, aur jis tarah uski chut wet ho gayi thi—woh baat use andar hi andar aag ki tarah jala rahi thi.
Vikram ne use poori space di. Woh thodi door rock pit ke paas baitha hua tha, apne dono haathon se apne rugged chehre ko dabocha hue. Saalon saal se akele rehne ke baad, kisi itni khoobsurat aurat ka uske lund ko chusna aur uske cum ko nigalna... Vikram ke andar ke mard ko bhi ek behad gehra jhatka de gaya tha. Dono ke beech ab ek aisi shiddat bhari, forbidden sarhad cross ho chuki thi jise lafzon mein bayaan karna namumkin tha.
Thodi der baad, Priya ne kaampte haathon se waterproof pouch mein se us black marine walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Uske haath abhi bhi thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Usne power dial ghumaya aur switch button dabaya, jaise woh har raat apne bete ko dhoondne ke liye karti thi.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Priya ne switch button daba kar dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya. Uski aawaaz ab bhi thakan, severe weakness aur sharam se behad bhari aur rone wali thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma yahan hai... main... main bilkul theek hoon beta... Vikram... woh... meri madad kar raha hai... hum... hum dono zinda hain..."
Priya ke shabd toot-phoot kar nikal rahe the. Beech-beech mein uski saans behad bhari aur breathless ho jaati thi, kyunki uske seene mein abhi bhi doodh ka thoda sa pressure tha aur uske muh mein abhi bhi us oral session ki garam memory taaza thi.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat mein.
Arjun apne kamre mein raat ke kareeb do baje study chair par baitha hua tha. College ke seniors ka mazaak, akelepan ka stress aur ghar ke sannate ne use ek baar phir se us marine walkie-talkie ko charger se connect karke frequencies scan karne par majboor kar diya tha.
Uska dimaag ab umeed kho chuka tha, lekin uske haath aadat se majboor dial ghuma rahe the—Channel 16, Channel 21, Channel 88...
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Achanak... static noise ke beech ek behad halki, toot-phoot aati hui aawaaz ubhari.
*...Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma... yahan hai...*
Arjun ka poora jism ek microsecond mein jaise patthar ka ban gaya. Uski saans atak gayi. Usne jhatke se volume knob ko full par ghumaaya aur walkie-talkie ke speaker ko apne kaan se bilkul chipka liya.
*...main... theek hoon... Vikram... madad... zinda...*
Phir aawaaz mein tez static aur frequency interference mix hone laga. Static noise ke piche se ek doosri aawaaz aayi—ek behad gehari, bhari mardana gungunahat (male voice). Signal clear nahi tha, lekin woh saaf taur par kisi mard ki aawaaz thi. Aur uske thodi hi der baad, phir se uski maa ki wahi soft, thaki hui aur toot-phoot aati hui aawaaz.
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Uske gaalon par garma-garam aansu beh nikle. Usne poori taqat se microphone ka button dabocha aur chillaya:
"MUMMA! MUMMA MAIN HOON ARJUN! AAPKO MERI AAWAZ SUNAI DE RAHI HAI?! MUMMA KAHAN HO AAP?! PLEASE JAWAB DO MUMMA!"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ka walkie-talkie battery weak hone ki wajah se transmitter issue kar raha tha. Priya ko Arjun ki aawaaz bilkul sunai nahi di—uske speaker par sirf thanda static bajta raha: *ssshhhhh...* Priya ne nirash hokar socha ki koi signal nahi mila, aur device ko switch off karke neeche rakh diya.
Lekin Mumbai mein... Arjun ke walkie-talkie mein signal ke recording fragments save ho chuke the.
Arjun ne jab us short frequency burst ki audio recording ko rewind karke play kiya, toh static filter hone par un fragments mein se kuch aisi aawaazein niklin jisne Arjun ki rooh ko jhakjhor kar rakh diya.
Recording fragment 1: Uski maa ki behad soft, rasili moan—*"...ahh... mmmm..."*
Recording fragment 2: Ek mard ki gehari, bhari saansen—*"...haaa... haaa..."*
Recording fragment 3: Uski maa ki aawaaz—*"...dard... kam..."*
Recording fragment 4: Ek behad clear wet sound... jaise kisi wet surface par deep sucking ya lick ki aawaaz—*Slurp... Slurp...*
Arjun ka dimaag poori tarah se ghoom gaya. Uska khoon jaise thanda pad gaya. Yeh... yeh kya tha? Maa ki aawaaz... aur itni rasili moans? Aur woh mard ki saansen aur wet sucking ki aawaazein?
Usne ghabra kar recording ko ek baar phir rewind kiya. Ek aur short audio fragment jise device ne auto-save kiya tha—usme uski maa ki behad bhari, breathless saansen thin, aur us mard ka ek deep, garajta hua groan. Aur uske turant baad... uski maa ki aawaaz mein ek aisi sound jaise woh apne gale se kuch naram, gaadha fluid nigal rahi ho (*Glug... Glug...*).
Arjun ki aankhon se paani nikal kar uske walkie-talkie par girne laga. Uski chest mein ek behad bhayanak, jaanlewa dard utha. Usne device ko tightly pakda aur foot-foot kar rone laga.
"Yeh... yeh kya ho raha hai...? Mumma... aap wahan kya kar rahi ho...? Yeh mard kaun hai...?"
Arjun paagalpan ki halat mein apne kamre se bahar nikla. Living room mein Raj hamesha ki tarah sofa par baithe hue glass ghoor rahe the. Arjun ne kaampte haathon se walkie-talkie unke samne wooden table par patak diya.
"Papa! Suniye! Yeh Mumma ki recording hai! Woh zinda hain, Papa! Lekin... lekin unke sath koi mard hai... aur yeh aawaazein... dekhiye yeh kya sounds hain!"
Arjun ne playback button daba diya. Broken fragments chalne lage—Maa ki soft moans, mard ki bhari saansen, *"Arjun... Mumma..."*, wet sucking sounds, aur phir static noise.
Raj Sharma jhatke se uth kar baith gaye. Unke chehre par pehle gehra shock aaya, aur phir ek behad confused, thaka hua expression.
"Arjun... beta, yeh signal bohot zyada broken hai," Raj ne apne sar par haath rakhate hue thaki aawaaz mein kaha. "Yeh koi random marine interference ho sakta hai... kisi fishing boat ka signal ya koi old radio recording. Isme kuch bhi clear nahi hai, beta."
"Nahi Papa!" Arjun pehli baar apne baap par zordar dhang se chillaya. "Yeh Mumma ki hi aawaaz hai! Main apni Mumma ki aawaaz hazaar logon mein pehchan sakta hoon! Woh zinda hain!"
Agli subah, Arjun recording le kar seedha Mumbai Coastal security officer Station aur Marine Cyber Cell gaya. Usne senior officers aur technical team ke samne woh audio fragments play kiye.
Technical experts ne audio ko clean kiya, spectral analysis kiya, par aakhir mein unka jawab wahi thanda aur official tha:
"Dekhiye Mr. Arjun, signal ki frequency bohot low aur fragmented hai. Female voice zaroor hai, lekin hum legally confirm nahi kar sakte ki yeh aapki mother hi hain. Male voice aur unke piche ki wet noise... yeh samundari hawa, water splashing ya radio static interference bhi ho sakti hai. Is basis par hum open sea mein koi naya multi-million dollar search operation re-launch nahi kar sakte. We are sorry."
Arjun ne kisi ki baat nahi maani. Woh har raat apne kamre mein darwaza band karke ghanton tak frequencies scan karta raha.
Kabhi-kabhi, aasmaan saaf hone par, uski maa ki behad phati hui, toot-phoot aati aawaaz aati: *"...zinda... Vikram... safe..."*—lekin jab Arjun poori jaan laga kar mic par chillata, toh doosri taraf se koi jawab nahi aata tha, kyunki island par rakha walkie-talkie sirf multi-band receiver bacha hua tha, uska transmitter poori tarah dead ho chuka tha.
Arjun ke dil aur dimaag mein ek behad khaufnak, zehrila khayal ghar karne laga tha:
Maa zinda thin...
Lekin unke sath ek anjaan mard tha... Vikram.
Aur woh wet sounds... woh moans... woh nigalne ki aawaazein...
*Woh dono us sunsaan island par kya kar rahe the?*
Us raat Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne seene se lagaya aur rone laga. Uski rooh ek ajeeb se cuckson suspension aur ghabrahat mein jhalas rahi thi.
Wahin, doosri taraf... hazaron miles door us sunsaan island par, Priya ne device ko switch off karke rakh diya tha. Usne apne jism par kapda lapeta, aur Vikram ki bare, broad chest se nikalne wali soft, rhythmic saanson ko sunte hue dhere se apni aankhen band kar lin.
Signal toot-phoot kar pahunch raha tha...
Lekin us toote hue signal ne Arjun ki duniya ko hamesha ke liye do hisson mein phad kar rakh diya tha.




Quiet days aur woh khamoshi ab zyada din nahi chal saki.
Panchve din ke baad, extreme starvation aur resource shortage ne unhe ek baar phir se ek doosre ke bilkul qareeb dhakel diya. Food resources island par lagbhag poori tarah se khatam ho chuke the. Kabhi-kabhi shaam ko pattharon ke neeche se ek-do chhote crabs mil jaate, toh kabhi aadha sookha hua nariyal—bas itna hi unke jism mein ja raha tha.
Dono ke jism ab saaf taur par malnourished aur weak ho chuke the. Priya ke 42 saal ke mature chehre se pehle wala gora glow ab phika padne laga tha, lekin uske bhari-bhari D-cup breasts continuos hormonal pressure ki wajah se ab bhi waise hi bhari, tight aur sensitive bane hue the. Vikram ke broad, muscular frame par bhi thakan ki gehari parat saaf dikhti thi, par uski mardana strength ab bhi Priya ke liye ek chattan jaisi thi.
Raat ka time un dono ke liye sabse zyada kathin aur dangerous hota tha.
Khule overhang ke neeche padne wali baraf jaisi thand mein alag-alag sona kisi bhi tarah possible nahi tha. Dono har raat ek doosre ke jism se chipak kar sote, lekin ab unke har ek physical touch mein ek teekhi electric current daudne lagti thi.
Priya jab bhi Vikram ke bare, broad chest par apna sar rakh ti, toh Vikram ke dil ki rhythmic, zordar dhadkan use itni clear sunai deti ki Priya ka apna dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah pitne lagta. Vikram ke rough, garam haath jab Priya ki bare back ko sahlate, toh uski ungliyan kabhi-kabhi behad dhere se Priya ki patli waist ke soft curve par aakar ruk jaati. Dono is nazdeeki ko notice karte, par koi ek lafz nahi bolta tha.
Ek raat, yeh silent tension apne tootne ke bilkul kareeb aa gayi.
Priya ne ek behad khaufnak nightmare ki wajah se achanak apni aankhen kholin. Uski saans behad tez aur breathless chal rahi thi. Usne bina kuch soche, darr ke maare Vikram ke jism ko aur tightly apni baahon mein dabocha. Uske dono heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ke bare chest se poori taqat se press ho gaye.
Vikram turant jaag gaya. Usne Priya ke jism ko apni baahon mein bharte hue, uske baalon mein apni ungliyan phiraaye: "Hey... shhh... theek hai, Priya. Main hoon na. Dekho main yahin hoon."
Vikram ke hont Priya ke baalon par the, par phir woh dhere-dheere neeche sarakte hue Priya ke forehead par aa gaye. Unhone Priya ke maathe par ek behad garam, gehari kiss ki.
Priya ne apni nam, badi-badi aankhen uthar kar Vikram ko dekha. Un dono ki garam saansen ek doosre ke honton par pad rahi thin. Vikram thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. Unke wet, kaampte hue hont ab ek doosre se sirf ek inch ke fasle par the. Priya ki palke dhere-dheere band hone lagi thin... uska jism is kiss ke liye poori tarah se surrender karne wala tha...
Lekin tabhi... Priya ke dimaag mein achanak apne pati Raj ka chehra aur apne bete Arjun ki muskuraahat aayi. Priya ne sudden ek jhatke ke sath apne chehre ko piche khainch liya.
"Nahi..." Priya ne dhere se kaha, uski aawaaz darr, sharam aur rone se kaamp rahi thi. "Yeh... yeh nahi kar sakte hum, Vikram. Main... main ek shadi-shuda aurat hoon. Mera 19 saal ka beta hai..."
Vikram ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Uske rugged chehre par khud par control karne ki ek teekhi line aa gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur thoda piche hat gaya.
"Sorry..." Vikram ne bas itna kaha, uski aawaaz behad bhari aur rough thi.
Lekin Vikram ka lund us waqt poori tarah se rock-hard ho chuka tha, aur jab Priya usse chipki thi, toh usne us heavy hardness ko apni thigh par saaf taur par feel kar liya tha.
Agli subah, un dono ke beech pehle se kahin zyada gehari aur ajeeb khamoshi thi.
Foraging (khana dhoondne) ke dauran unke beech accidental touches baar-baar hone lage. Vikram jab patthar se nariyal phodte waqt Priya ki help karta, toh uske rough haath Priya ke soft haathon par aa jaate. Priya jab zameen par jhuk kar sookhi lakdiya uthati, toh uske heavy breasts kapde ke neeche se hiltay, aur Vikram ki kaali, gehri nazrein un par aakar atak jaati.
Ek baar toh dhoop mein chakkar aane par, Vikram ne Priya ko girne se sambhalte waqt accidental tarike se apna haath Priya ke soft, rounded ass par rakh diya.
Dono ek second ke liye ekdum freeze ho gaye. Priya ne Vikram ka haath apne ass se turant nahi hataaya—uska jism us touch se aag ki tarah sulag utha tha. Phir Vikram ne khud hi apna haath piche khainch liya.
"Yeh... yeh kya ho raha hai humare sath, Vikram?" Priya ne aakhir kar shaam ko aag ke paas baithte hue, zameen ko ghoorte hue pooch hi liya.
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein mardana hawas aur protectiveness ka ek behad gehra milan tha. "Tu jaanti hai, Priya. Main bhi jaanta hoon. Humare jism ek doosre par react kar rahe hain. Extreme bhookh, yeh thand, yeh trauma... aur sabse badi baat yeh ki is duniya mein ab hum sirf ek doosre ka iklota sahara hain."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Garam aansu uske cheeks par beh nikle. "Main... main yeh nahi chahti, Vikram. Main har pal apne pati ko yaad karne ki koshish karti hoon... apne bete Arjun ko yaad karti hoon. Lekin... lekin jab tum mujhe apni baahon mein pakadte ho... toh mera jism hata nahi paata..."
Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh dhere se aage badha aur Priya ke bilkul paas aa kar baith gaya. Usne apne dono rough haathon mein Priya ke chehre ko liya.
Is baar Priya ne khud ko piche nahi khaincha. Unke hont ek baar phir se behad paas aaye... unke honton ki garmi ek doosre ko chhune hi wali thi... tab Priya ne ek baar phir behad hichkichate hue apna sar nakar mein hilaaya aur piche hat gayi.
"Nahi... abhi nahi... please Vikram..."
Vikram ne zabardasti khud par control kiya. Usne Priya ko chhod diya aur uth kar overhang ke doosre kone par chala gaya. Uska lund behad hard ho kar dard karne laga tha. Priya ne bhi feel kiya ki uske apne jism ne is physical proximity par kitna zordar respond kiya tha—uske nipples ekdum tight ho gaye the aur uski chut ke andar teekha geelapan phail chuka tha.
Us raat, unhone pehli baar alag-alag sone ki koshish ki. Lekin raat ke 1 baje samundar se aane wali baraf jaisi thandi hawa ne unke jismon ko jamana shuru kar diya.
Aakhir kar, Priya khud zameen par ghasit te hue Vikram ke paas aa gayi. Usne bina kuch bole Vikram ke us khoon se lathe muscular arm ko pakada aur uske bare chest se chipak gayi. Vikram ne bhi dhere se aage badh kar use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Is baar Vikram ke hont Priya ke bare shoulder par the, lekin usne aage koi zabardasti nahi ki.
Dono achhi tarah jaante the ki yeh near misses aur yeh hichkichahat ab zyada din nahi chalne wali thi.
Koi ek aisi raat zaroor aayegi jab koi bhi khud ko piche nahi khainchega...
Bhookh, akelepan aur jism ki mardana-auratana pyaas unhe us sarhad ke bilkul kinare par la kar khada kar chuki thi.
Walkie-talkie us raat bhi waterproof pouch mein switch on tha.
Static noise ke piche se Priya ki behad broken aawaaz nikli: *"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma bilkul safe hai... bas... thoda mushkil chal raha hai..."*
Doosri taraf, Mumbai ke apne kamre mein baitha Arjun in broken words ko sunte hue apne muh ko dono haathon se daba kar phoot-phoot kar ro raha tha.
Use bilkul andaza nahi tha ki uski maa ab kis khaufnak aur erotic kinare par khadi thi.




Rising tension aur un near-misses ke baad kai din aur guzar gaye.
Khane aur paani ke aakaal ne unhe pehle se kahin zyada kamzor aur dhalta hua bana diya tha, lekin ab unke upar ek naya, behad khaufnak darr aakar mandraane laga tha.
Subah ke waqt, Vikram overhang ke patthar se bahar nikal kar khule samundar aur horizon ki taraf dekh raha tha. Achanak uska 6'2" ka muscular jism ekdam stiff aur tight ho gaya. Uski kaali aankhen ek taraf jam gayin. Usne turant peeche ghoom kar Priya ko dhiemi, garajti aawaaz mein signal diya:
"Andar aa, Priya! Bilkul chup-chap, aawaaz mat karna!"
Priya ghabra kar zameen par ghasit te hue uske paas aayi. Vikram ne door samundar ki us dhundhli sarhad ki taraf ishara kiya. Wahan aasmaan mein kaala, halka sa dhuan uth raha tha—woh pehle wale aadiwasiyon wale island ki direction thi. Aur us dhuayein ke neeche, samundar ke neele paani par do chhoti, kaali shapes dhere-dheere tairti hui aage badh rahi thin.
*Tribal canoes... Aadiwasiyon ki do boats.*
"Woh... woh log?" Priya ki aawaaz darr ke maare thar-thar kaamp uthi, uska chehra ekdam zard pad gaya.
Vikram ne behad sakht chehre ke sath apna sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan. Woh coastal lines par shikaar aur humara suag dhoond rahe hain. Unhe lagta hai hum kisi paas ke island par beh kar aaye honge."
Dono ek second ki bhi deri kiye bina apni us chhoti si rock cave ke ekdam andar ghus gaye. Vikram ne cave ke entrance ko jitna ho saka sookhe patton, moti jhadion aur pattharon se cover kar diya. Cave ke andar ab ghana andhera aur sakdi jagah ban chuki thi. Caves ke andar se bahar ka samundar halka sa dikhta tha, lekin bahar se koi bhi andar nahi dekh sakta tha—jab tak ki woh bilkul chup-chap baithe rahein.
Priya ka poora jism khauf se thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Uski saans atak rahi thi. Usne darr ke maare Vikram ke us khoon se lathe muscular bicep ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya.
"Vikram... agar unhone is chhotay island par aakar hume dhoond liya toh...?" Priya ke honton se rone wali sarsarahat nikli.
"Chup," Vikram ne behad low, firm voice mein uske kaan mein kaha. Uski garam saans Priya ke gale se takrayi. "Ek lafz bhi muh se mat nikalna. Koi aawaaz nahi."
Ghante guzarne lage.
Caves ke andar ka sannata aur hawa behad bhaari hoti gayi. Woh do aadiwasi boats dhere-dheere is chhote island ke aas-paas ke paani mein chakkar kaat rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi un aadiwasi mardon ki woh garajti, janwar jaisi broken bhasha ki aawaaz samundar ki hawa ke sath door se cave ke andar tak gunj jaati.
Priya ne darr ke maare apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin thin. Uske dimaag mein ek baar phir wahi pehle island ki clearing, un mardon ke gande haath, unki ghinooni hansi, aur us leader ka lamba kaala lund jo uski chut ke andar enter ho raha tha—sab kuch aag ki tarah taaza ho gaya. Uska poora jism shiver karne laga. Woh ghabra kar Vikram ke bare, broad chest se aur tightly chipak gayi, apna chehra uske shoulder mein chhupaate hue.
Dopahar ke baad woh boats thodi door nikal gayin, lekin horizon par dhuan ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Iska matlab tha ki woh aadiwasi shikaari abhi bhi is ilaqe mein hi ghoom rahe the. Vikram ne decide kiya ki aaj woh dono din bhar aur raat bhar is cave ke andar se ek inch bhi bahar nahi nikalenge.
Lekin ab ek naya aur behad bhayanak masla khada ho chuka tha.
Cave ke ghane andhere mein na toh koi nariyal tha, na koi crabs, aur na hi fresh water. Jo thoda sa paani aakhri nariyal se bachaya gaya tha, woh bhi poori tarah khatam ho chuka tha. Severe hunger aur pyas ne unke jismon ko andar se todna shuru kar diya tha. Priya ke hont ekdam sookhe aur phat rahe the.
Aur sabse badi baat... uske bhari D-cup breasts continuos hormonal pressure aur distress ki wajah se ek baar phir se behad bhari, tight aur dard-bhari halat mein aa chuke the. Pichle do dino se koi proper feed nahi hua tha. Jute ke kapde ke neeche se safed doodh ke wet marks saaf banne lage the.
Shaam dhalte-dhalte situation behad kharab ho gayi. Priya ka chehra ekdam peela pad chuka tha, aur uske breasts ka teekha dard ab usse bardasht nahi ho raha tha. Usne apne dono haathon se apne heavy breasts ko dabocha aur behad dhiemi aawaaz mein kahrahi:
"Dard... behad teekha dard ho raha hai Vikram... fhat jaayenge yeh... aur pet mein bhi aag lag rahi hai..."
Vikram ne andhere mein Priya ki taraf dekha. Bahar abhi bhi aadiwasiyon ka khaufnak danger tha—woh koi aag nahi jala sakte the, koi bahar nikal kar khana nahi dhoond sakte the, aur na hi koi tez aawaaz nikaal sakti thin.
Vikram ne behad low, deep voice mein kaha: "Aaja idhar. Meri god mein baith."
Priya dhere se ghasit te hue Vikram ke paas aayi. Vikram ne use apni god mein bitha liya—Priya ka soft, rounded ass seedha Vikram ki bare, muscular thighs par tika hua tha. Vikram ne dhere se uske jute ke kapde ko upar khainch diya.
Priya ke do bhari-bhari D-cup breasts ghane andhere mein khul gaye—garam, suje hue, tight, aur nipples se doodh ke safed drops pehle se hi phisal kar uski gori skin par gir rahe the.
Vikram ne ek second ka bhi waqt zaya kiye bina, aage badh kar Priya ke right breast ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur deep, strong pulls ke sath doodh peena shuru kar diya.
*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
Priya ne turant apne dono haathon se apne muh ko kas ke daba liya taaki uske honton se koi tez moan ya siski bahar na nikal jaye. Lekin mardana chusayi ka woh teekha pleasure itna zordar tha ki uske gale ke andar se suffocated, choked sounds nikalne lagin: *"Mmmph... ahh... Mmmm..."*
Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko dabocha, use gently press karke doodh ko aage push kiya, jabki muh se right nipple ko behad hungry aur deep pulls de raha tha. Cave ke ghane andhere mein sirf unki bhari, garam saansen aur wet sucking sounds hi gunj rahi thin: *Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...*
Priya ke kaampte haath Vikram ke baalon mein chale gaye. Uski waist Vikram ki god mein halki-halka rhythmically hilne lagi. Uski chut ke andar tezi se garma-garam wetness phailne lagi thi.
Jab dono heavy breasts se doodh ka pressure kam hua aur woh soft ho gaye, Vikram ne dhere se apne hont nipple se alag kiye. Dono ki saansen behad tez aur garam thin. Priya ab bhi Vikram ki god mein baithi hui thi.
Usne clearly feel kiya ki Vikram ka lund ab poori tarah se rock-hard ho kar uske soft ass ke beech tightly press ho raha hai.
Bahar aadiwasiyon ka maut wala danger tha. Andar extreme hunger aur pyas thi...
Aur ab unke beech woh same jismanya bhookh bhi apne peak par thi.
Vikram ne andhere mein Priya ki nam aankhon mein dekha. Uski aawaaz behad low, bhari aur arousing thi: "Dense protein bhi chahiye, Priya... abhi ke abhi. Pata nahi hum kal tak is cave se bahar nikal bhi paayenge ya nahi. Hume energy chahiye."
Priya ne thodi der tak kuch nahi bola. Uske hont kaampte rahe. Phir usne dhere se Vikram ki god se utar kar uske bilkul samne ghutnon ke bal position li. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the.
Usne Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche sarakaaya. Vikram ka thick, rock-hard lund bahar nikal aaya—pehle se kahin zyada solid, garam aur veins se bhara hua.
Priya ne apne soft haathon se us vishalkay erection ko pakda, aur bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne wet honton ko khol kar Vikram ke lund ko apne muh ke andar bhar liya.
*SLURP! SLURP!*
Is baar Priya pehle se kahin zyada fast aur experienced thi. Hunger, pyas aur darr ne uski hichkichahat ko poori tarah mita diya tha. Usne Vikram ke lund ke helmet ko gehra liya, apne cheeks ko andar khainchte hue suck kiya, aur apni tongue ko uske head par round-round ghumana shuru kar diya.




Vikram ke dono haath Priya ke lambe baalon mein chale gaye. Usne Priya ko force nahi kiya, bas uske soft, wet mouth ki garmi ko feel karta raha. Cave ke andar sirf Vikram ke low, deep groans aur Priya ki wet sucking sounds aur deep gagging ki aawaazein gunj rahi thin: *Slurp... Thwack... Slurp...*
"Priya... main... nikalne wala hoon... tera protein aane wala hai... AHHH!" Vikram ne haafte hue warn kiya.
Priya ne apna muh peeche nahi khaincha. Ulta usne Vikram ke lund ke base ko haath se aur tightly pakada aur use poora throat tak gehra le liya.
Vikram ka poora jism ek zordar jhatke ke sath tight hua. Usne ek behad bhayanak, low garajti moan ke sath apna garam load daag diya:
"AHHHH-HNNNNN-PRIYAAAA!"
*SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!*
Vikram ke lund se behad gaadha, garam aur thick cum phat kar seedha Priya ke throat mein chala gaya. Cum itna zyada tha ki Priya ke muh ke kinaron se phisal kar uski chin par girne laga.
Priya ne poore honsle ke sath us cum ko nigalna shuru kiya—ek ghoont, doosra ghoont, poora ka poora gaadha load apne gale se neeche utar liya. Usne Vikram ke lund ko aakhri drop tak apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kar diya.
Dono cave ke andhere mein behad tezi se haaf rahe the. Bahar horizon par ab bhi dhuan dikh raha tha.
Andar, cave ke andhere mein, unhone ek baar phir ek doosre ke jism ke ras aur doodh se khud ko feed kiya tha.
Priya ne Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, muscular leg par apna sar dhere se tika diya. Usne Vikram ko nahi chhoda.
Khauf, shiddat bhari bhookh, pyas aur yeh teekhi physical zaroorat ab ek doosre mein poori tarah se ghul-mil chuke the.
Tribal boats ab bhi kahin paas ke paani mein hi chakkar kaat rahi thin...
Aur un dono ke beech jo mard-aurat ki last line bachi thi... woh ab poori tarah se mit chuki thi.


Subah ki pehli zard roshni abhi aasmaan par phaili hi thi ki pehle island waala kaala dhuan ab doosre island ke behad qareeb aa chuka tha.
Vikram ne rock overhang ke ek chhotay se gap se sabse pehle dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhen ekdam jam gayin. Woh do tribal canoes ab is chhote island ke shore se kuch hi meter door thin. Ek boat toh sand bar par aakar ruk chuki thi. Unme se kai aadiwasi shikaari paani mein kood kar shore par utar chuke the aur apne wooden spears haath mein liye jungle ki sookhi jhadion ki taraf aage badhne lage the. Unki garajti, janwar jaisi broken bhasha ki aawaaz ab itni paas thi ki unka ek-ek lafz saaf sunai de raha tha.
"Ab yahan se nikalna padega, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti sarsarahat mein kaha. "Agar hum is cave mein hi chhupay rahe, toh woh aadhe ghante mein humari gardan tak pahunch jaayenge."
Priya ka chehra darr ke maare ekdam peela pad gaya. Uski saans atakne lagi. "Lekin... kaise, Vikram?! Paani mein kood kar kahan jaayenge? Humare paas toh koi raft bhi nahi hai!"
Vikram ne pattharon ke piche se niche shore ki taraf jhaank kar dekha. Ek chhoti tribal canoe shore ke paas ek bade rock ke piche tair rahi thi. Us boat mein sirf ek aadiwasi mard baitha hua tha—baaki saare shikaari island ke andar search karne gaye the. Boat ke andar kuch nariyal, sookha hua dried meat (janglee gosht), aur ek chhota sa bamboo ka paani ka container dikh raha tha.
"Woh boat," Vikram ne niche ishara kiya. "Usko dekho. Usme sirf ek hi mard hai. Baki sab jungle mein gaye hain. Hum woh boat chheen sakte hain."
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat gayin. "Nahi... woh... woh hume maar daalenge! Agar pakde gaye toh..."
"Agar yahan baith kar unka wait kiya, tab bhi woh hume maar daalenge, Priya," Vikram ne uske shoulder ko kas ke dabocha. "At least tairne aur bhaagne ka ek mauka toh hai. Mere piche chalo."
Dono ne bilkul saans rok kar cave ke piche se nikalna shuru kiya.
Bade-bade rocks ki aat mein, jhuk-jhuk kar, ek-ek kadam behad ahtiyaat se rakhte hue. Vikram aage-aage chal raha tha, aur Priya uske bilkul piche—uske nange, gore paanv geeli sand par halki sarsarahat kar rahe the. Priya ka dil seene mein itni tez dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha niche khada woh aadiwasi uske dil ki dhadkan sun lega.
Woh dono tairti hui us canoe ke bilkul piche, patthar ki aat mein pahunch gaye.
Boat mein baitha aadiwasi mard doosri taraf—jungle ki taraf—dekh raha tha. Vikram ne Priya ko haath ke signal se wahin rukne ko kaha. Phir woh bilkul saap ki tarah chupke se paani mein utra aur piche se boat ke upar chadha.
Ek microsecond ke andar, Vikram ne apne ek khoon se lathe, muscular haath se us aadiwasi ka muh dabocha aur doosre haath se uski gardan ko piche se tightly lock kar diya.
*Mmmmph!*
Aadiwasi ne paagalpan se apne haath-paanv chalaye, Vikram ki arm par apne nakhun chubhaye, lekin Vikram ke andar ka mard is waqt aakhri jaan laga raha tha. Vikram ne use zordar jhatka de kar boat se niche paani mein patak diya. Aadiwasi paani mein gir kar chakkar khaya, uska sar patthar se takraya aur woh behosh ho kar paani mein doobne laga—chilla nahi sakka.
"Jaldi aaja, Priya! Kood ke andar aa!" Vikram ne dhiemi aawaaz mein chillate hue ishara kiya.
Priya ne bina ek second gawaaye patthar se kood kar boat mein chhalaang laga di. Vikram ne apne daanton se boat ki rope ko khainch kar toda aur apne dono haathon se boat ko shore se door gehre paani mein dhakelna shuru kiya.
Dono ne boat mein pade hue wooden paddles (chappu) aur ek lakdi ke tukde se paani ko behad tezi se piche dhakela. Canoe dhere-dheere shore se door open sea ki taraf phisalne lagi.
Lekin tabhi... piche shore par ek teekhi, garajti cheekh gunji.
Jungle se teen aadiwasi shikaari bahar nikal aaye the. Unhone apni boat ko paani par tairte aur un dono ko bhaagte hue dekh liya tha. Unhone apni bhasha mein ghor chillana shuru kar diya. Ek aadiwasi ne poori taqat se apna wooden spear unki taraf phenka!
*STAB!*
Spear boat ke bilkul paas, paani mein aakar gira—kuch hi inch se unka bachav hua.
"Aur tez, Priya! Poori taqat lagao!" Vikram ne haafte hue zordar chappu chalaya.
Priya apne dono haathon se lakdi ke tukde ko paani mein maar rahi thi, uski saans phool rahi thi, uske heavy D-cup breasts kapde ke neeche se tezi se ooper-neeche hil rahe the.
Tabhi... Priya ne ek behad ghabra dene wali baat notice ki.
Canoe ke neeche floor par paani jama hone laga tha. Aagay ki taraf ek chhota sa leak (ched) tha. Shayad aadiwasi mard ke sath struggle ke waqt boat kisi sharp rock se takra gayi thi, ya woh purani boat thi.
"Vikram! Dekho! Paani aa raha hai andar!" Priya ki aawaaz ghabrahat se phat gayi.
Vikram ne niche dekha. Leak chhota tha, par paani continuous andar aa raha tha. Vikram ne turant apne waist-cloth ke ek hisse ko faada aur use dabocha bana kar us ched mein thokna shuru kar diya. Priya ne bhi zameen se sookhi lakdi aur leaves utha kar us leak ko pack karne mein Vikram ki help ki.
Dono ke haath paani mein bheege hue the, boat open sea mein aage badh rahi thi, lekin andar paani ka level dhere-dheere badh raha tha.
Piche shore par khade aadiwasi helpless hokar chillate rahe. Unki doosri boat beach ke doosre kone par thi, isliye woh turant unka peecha nahi kar paye.
Vikram ne poori taqat laga kar us leak ko cloth aur sookhe patton se pack kar diya. Paani ka andar aana kafi hadd tak ruk gaya, par halki si seepage ab bhi jari thi.
"Abhi ke liye pack ho gaya hai," Vikram ne behad tezi se saans lete hue kaha. "Jab thoda aur door nikal jaayenge, toh ise aur better tareeqe se fix karenge."
Canoe ab open sea ke aazaad bahaav mein tair rahi thi. Piche woh doosra island ab dhere-dheere chhota hota ja raha tha. Priya ne piche mud kar dekha—aadiwasi shikaari ab bhi shore par khade the, lekin woh ab unke hath nahi aa sakte the.
Priya ne ek behad gehri, saans ghootne wali aah bhari. Uski aankhon mein rone ke sath-sath ek behad pyari relief ki chamak aayi—unhone maut ke muh se ek baar phir escape kar liya tha.
Boat ke andar sach mein thoda sa khana aur paani tha—teen-chaar taaza nariyal, janglee dried meat ke kuch tukde, aur bamboo ka paani ka container.
Vikram ne paani ke container ko khola aur use Priya ki taraf badhaya. "Pehle yeh paani peeo, Priya. Tera gale se aawaz nahi nikal rahi hai."
Priya ne dono haathon se container pakad kar paani peeya. Paani thanda aur meetha tha. Uski saans dhere-dheere normal hone lagi. Uske haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the, par uske andar ki khaufnak dehshat ab kam ho chuki thi.
Vikram ne boat ke us leak ko dubara check kiya. Usne dhere-dheere us ched ko majboot kapde se seal kiya taaki paani bilkul andar na aaye. Open sea par, ek chhotisi leaking canoe mein, do behad weak aur injured log.
Piche maut aur behurmati ka danger chhoot chuka tha...
Aage anjaan, endless samundar tha...
Lekin ab unke paas thoda sa khana tha, paani tha... aur ek doosre ke jism aur rooh ke siwa kuch nahi tha.