Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli mulayam, sunehri roshni jab bamboo ke gaps se hoti hui hut ke andar aayi, toh Priya pehle se hi Vikram ki muscular baahon ke ghere mein thi.
Raat wala gaadha cum ab bhi uski gori thighs aur chut ke lips par ek geeli garmaahat chhod gaya tha. Priya ke 42 saal ke voluptuous jism mein ek behad gehari, pighli hui physical thakan thi, lekin ab uske andar piche hatne ya resist karne ki koi koshish nahi bachi thi.
Vikram ki palke jab khulin, toh usne sabse pehle Priya ke soft, gora forehead par apne garam hont rakhe, aur phir dhere se uske wet, swollen honton par. Priya ne apni aankhen band hi rakhin, lekin usne us kiss ka jawaab diya—dhere, soft, bina kisi violent dhakke ke, poori aatmik garmaahat ke sath.
Vikram ke rough haath ne Priya ke phate hue jute ke kapde ko dhere se ooper saraka diya. Uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts azaad ho gaye. Raat ki violent chudai ke baad unki skin thodi sensitive aur garam thi. Vikram ne right breast ko neeche se apne haath mein liya, use gently press kiya, aur apne garam honton se dark erect nipple ko dabocha kar peena shuru kar diya.
Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...
Garam, meetha aur mehkata hua milk dhere-dheere Vikram ke muh mein bharne laga. Priya ne ek lambi, rasili aur sukoon bhari saans li. Usne apne gore haath se Vikram ke sar ko pakad liya, uski ungliyan uske bheege baalon mein phail gayin, par usne use apne seena se hataaya nahi. Ulta, usne dhere se Vikram ke muh ko apne heavy breast par thoda aur tightly press kar diya.
Vikram ne dono breasts ko baari-baari khali kiya—deep, slow aur hungry pulls. Priya ke wet honton se kabhi-kabhi ek soft, rasili moan nikal jaati: "Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram..."
Jab Vikram ne aakhri drop ko apni tongue se chaat kar alag kiya, toh Priya ke nipples wet aur swollen chamak rahe the. Vikram ne uske honton par phir se kiss kiya—doodh ka meetha swaad unke muh mein ab bhi ghula hua tha. Priya ne apni nam, badi aankhen khol kar Vikram ko dekha. Muh se kuch nahi bola, bas apna sar Vikram ke solid chest par tika diya.
Subah ka waqt aise hi narmi aur aatmik closeness mein guzar gaya. Dono ne thoda roast kiya hua shikaar khaya, lake se saaf paani bhara... lekin kaam karte waqt unki nazrein ek doosre se baar-baar takraatiri. Pehle wali woh zehrila tanaav aur distance ab poori tarah mita chuka tha.
Dopahar ka waqt tha.
Jungle par dhoop behad tez thi. Vikram hut ke bahar aag ke liye sookhi lakdiya arrange kar raha tha, uska bare chest pasine se chamak raha tha. Priya ne hut ke andar se use thodi der dekha, aur phir dhere-dheere chalte hue uske paas aa gayi.
Usne ek lafz bhi nahi bola. Bas Vikram ke bilkul samne ghutnon ke bal zameen par baith gayi aur apne gore haathon se Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche saraka diya. Vikram ne surprise aur ek teekhe mardana ahankaar se Priya ko dekha, par usne use roka nahi.
Vikram ka 8-inch thick lund pehle se hi half-hard ho kar pulsing kar raha tha. Priya ne apne soft, gore haathon mein us vishalkay erection ko dabocha aur slowly stroke karna shuru kiya—jab tak ki woh ekdam rock-hard, taambayi rang ka aag jaisa solid nahi ho gaya.
Phir Priya ne apne wet, swollen honton ko khola aur Vikram ke lund ke heavy helmet (head) ko apne muh ke andar bhar liya!
SLURP!




Is baar Priya ka tarika pehle se kahin zyada confident, experienced aur natural tha. Usne poori length ko jitna ho sakta tha apne throat tak liya, apne cheeks ko andar khainch kar suck kiya, aur apni tongue se neeche ki moti veins ko feel karte hue round-round strokes diye.
Wet, continuous blowjob sucking sounds jungle ke sannate mein gunjne lagin: Slurp... Slurp... Thwack... Slurp...
Vikram ne Priya ke lambe baalon ko sahlaaya, aur dhere se use guide kiya: "Haan... Priya... aise hi... deep throat le... ahhh..."
Priya ne apne ek haath se Vikram ke heavy balls ko bhi gently sahlaaya, jabki muh se uske lund ko continuous, expert service de rahi thi. Thodi hi der mein Vikram ki thighs tight hone lagin, uski saansen behad teez ho gayin. Usne warn kiya: "Priya... main... main nikalne wala hoon..."
Priya ne apna muh piche nahi khaincha. Ulta usne Vikram ke lund ke base ko apne haath se aur kas ke pakada aur use poora throat tak gehra le liya!
Vikram ne poore force ke sath apna gaadha cum daag diya! Garam, thick load phat kar seedha Priya ke throat mein bharne laga. Priya ne use dhere-dheere, ghoont-ghoont karke poora nigal liya. Aakhri drop tak ko apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kiya.
Jab usne muh piche khaincha, toh uske hont swollen aur wet the. Usne neeche nazar kiye hue hi Vikram ka cloth upar kar diya aur uth kar hut ke andar chali gayi. Vikram thodi der zameen par khada hi raha, uski saans behad bhari aur ghani thi.
Shaam ka waqt tha.
Sooraj samundar ki aakhri sarhad par dhal raha tha, aasmaan par narangi aur gulabi rangat bikhri hui thi. Shore par soft, geeli sand thi aur samundar ki lehren halki sarsarahat kar rahi thin. Dono shaam ki hawa mein chalne nikle the.
Baat-cheet behad kam thi, lekin chalte waqt unke haath accidental tarike se ek doosre se chhu jaate. Ek jagah pahunch kar Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka gora haath pakad liya. Priya ne apna haath piche nahi khaincha.
Thodi der baad, woh ek doosre ke nange jismon se chipak gaye. Kiss shuru hua—pehle soft, par phir behad teez aur passionate! Vikram ne Priya ko geeli sand par lita diya. Uske kapde jaldi se hata diye. Priya ne bhi Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche saraka diya.
Vikram ne Priya ki gori, rasili thighs ko door tak phailaaya, apna rock-hard, geela lund uski wet chut ke entrance par set kiya, aur ek deep, smooth stroke mein poora andar tak ghusa diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"Ahhh..."
Is baar koi dard ki scream nahi thi. Sirf ek gehari, rasili aur satisfied moan thi!
Vikram ne Priya ke upar apne haath tikaaye aur medium-fast pace se rhythmic chudai maarna shuru kar diya. Soft sand Priya ki bare back par chipak rahi thi. Samundar ki lehron ki aawaaz ke sath unke jismon ke takraane ki THUP-THUP-THUP ki soft aawaaz mil rahi thi.
Priya ne Vikram ki bare back ko apne haathon se pakad liya aur uske har ek dhakke ko poore haq se receive karti rahi. Uske bhari D-cup breasts har stroke ke sath hawa mein hil rahe the.
Yeh chudai quick thi. Teez, direct aur behad passionate.
Vikram ne Priya ke honton par kiss kiya, uske heavy breast ko apne muh mein bhar kar choosa, aur neeche se continuous rhythm mein dhakke maarta raha. Priya ka orgasm behad jaldi aa gaya—usne Vikram ko tightly pakad liya aur soft, continuous moans ke sath apna female cum daag diya. Vikram ne bhi kuch hi seconds ke baad Priya ki chut ke andar deep cum kar diya. Garam, gaadha fill!
Dono haafte hue wet sand par ek doosre se lipte rahe.



Thodi der baad, Vikram ne Priya ko apni baahon mein kas kar apne se chipka liya. Priya ne apna sar Vikram ke solid chest par rakh diya. Samundar ki thandi lehren unke paanv ko chhu rahi thin. Sooraj poori tarah se doob chuka tha.
Us poore din mein...
Subah breasts se doodh ka peena,
Dopahar lund ka cum nigalna,
Aur shaam ko geeli sand par chut ke andar gaadha cum bhara jana...
Priya ne apni zindagi mein pehli baar itni saaf clarity ke sath feel kiya ki uska 42 saal ka mature jism ab Vikram ko apna mard maan chuka tha.
Guilt ab bhi uske dil ke kisi kone mein tha...
Lekin woh guilt ab is teekhe jismanya aur aatmik surrender ke neeche poori tarah se dab chuka tha.

Uske baad ke paanch din behad alag, shaant aur ek ajeeb si aatmik narmi mein guzre.
Purnima ki raat ke us violent, heavy mating aur uske agle din ke surrender ke baad, Priya ne ab Vikram se distance banane ya khud ko usse door khainchne ki koshish lagbhag poori tarah se chhod di thi.
Har subah jab uski palke khultin, toh woh khud ko Vikram ke bare, broad chest se tightly chipka hua paati. Uska 42 saal ka voluptuous jism Vikram ki muscular baahon ke ghere mein poori tarah se safe aur relaxed hota. Kabhi-kabhi toh use yaad bhi nahi rehta tha ki raat ko sote waqt kab usne khud ghasit kar Vikram ke paas jaana aur uske jism ki garmi mein samana shuru kar diya tha.
Uske 42 saal ke mature jism ne ab ekdam saaf, bina kisi darr ke faisla kar liya tha—yeh 6'2" ka rugged mard uska savior hai, yeh aadmi uska safe house hai... aur yeh mard ab poori tarah se uska apna hai.
Subah ka routine ab behad natural aur khoobsurat ho chuka tha.
Hut ke andar subah ki sunehri roshni aate hi, Vikram Priya ke jute ke kapde ko dhere se neeche saraka deta. Uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts azaad ho jaate. Vikram unhe apne haathon mein dabocha kar unke erect dark nipples se doodh peena shuru karta—kabhi behad soft, dhiemi chusayi ke sath, toh kabhi thodi hungry, deep pulls ke sath.
Priya apni aankhen dhere-dheere band kiye hue, apne gore haathon se Vikram ke bheege baalon ko sahlaati. Pehle wali woh teekhi sharam aur ghabrahat ab uske chehre par nahi rehti thi. Jab Vikram ke hont uske nipples par deep suction banate, toh Priya ke lower abdomen mein ek behad garam, meethi lehr phail jaati. Woh use kabhi piche nahi hatati thi. Ulta, woh dhere se apne breast ko Vikram ke muh mein aur aage push kar deti, aur uske honton se ek soft, rasili moan nikalti: "Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram..."
Dopahar ke waqt, woh dono mil kar island par kaam karte. Jungle ke andar ja kar taaza fruits laate, lake se saaf paani ke containers bharte, aur hut ke paas aag ke liye sookhi lakdiya jama karte.
Kaam karte hue unke haath aur jism baar-baar ek doosre se chhu jaate. Kabhi-kabhi Vikram jungle ke raste par chalte hue piche se aakar Priya ki patli, soft waist par apne dono bade haath daal deta aur use apne bare chest se chipka leta. Priya ek second ke liye rukti, aur phir dhere se Vikram ke rough haathon par apne gore haath rakh deti.
Koi lafz nahi bole jaate the... sirf ek behad gehra physical acceptance tha.
Ek dopahar, jab sooraj ki dhoop lake ke shaffaf paani par chamak rahi thi, dono lake ke kinare ek bade patthar par ek doosre se sat kar baithe hue the.
Priya ne lake ke paani mein apne gore paanv daal rakhe the. Usne dhere se, behad rone wali par shaant aawaaz mein kaha:




Main... main khud ko samajh nahi pa rahi hoon, Vikram... Pehle jab tum mujhe chuute the, toh mere andar ek behad khaufnak guilt uthta tha... Apne pati Raj ka, apne bete Arjun ka... Ab bhi woh guilt aata hai, lekin... lekin ab woh dhere-dheere kam hota ja raha hai..."
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein mardana protectiveness aur aakarshan chamak raha tha. Usne aage badh kar Priya ke gore haath ko apne haath mein dabocha liya.
"Tu pichle kai mahino se mere sath is island par hai, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti aur garamaahat se bhari aawaaz mein kaha. "Maine tujhe maut se bachaya hai, tujhe apne haathon se khilaya hai, aur tujhe apne jism par haq se liya hai. Tu mere andar utar chuki hai, aur main tere andar. Guilt waqt ke sath-sath poori tarah mita jaayega."
Priya ne apni nam aankhen neeche jhuka lin. Uski collarbone par sooraj ki roshni chamak rahi thi.
"Arjun... Papa... unka chehra ab bhi meri closed eyelids ke piche aata hai, Vikram..." Priya ke hont kaampe. "Lekin... lekin jab tum mujhe apni baahon mein pakadte ho, jab tum mera doodh peete ho ya mere andar aate ho... toh main unhe kuch waqt ke liye poori tarah bhool jaati hoon. Yeh... yeh behad galat hai na, Vikram?"
Vikram ne apne bade, rough haathon mein Priya ke 42 saal ke mature, gore chehre ko pakad liya. Usne Priya ki nam aankhon mein dekha:
"Is Forbidden Island par sahi aur galat ka koi qanoon ya book nahi hai, Priya. Yahan sirf hum dono hain. Aur jo sach humare jism aur dil feel karte hain... bas wohi sach hai."
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke wet, kaampte honton par ek behad soft aur gehari kiss ki. Priya ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke us kiss ka poora jawab diya. Kiss dhere-dheere behad gehra aur passionate hota chala gaya.
Thodi hi der mein, woh dono lake ke paas soft geeli sand par ek doosre ke baahon mein let gaye. Us din ka sex violent ya aggressive nahi tha—woh behad soft, gehra aur aatmik tha. Dhieme, lambe dhakke, jism par dhere-dheere phisalte hue haath, aur ek doosre ke honton ko choosna. Priya ne Vikram ke broad shoulders ko tightly pakad kar rakha tha.




Jab uske jism mein ek gehra, meetha climax (orgasm) aaya, toh usne Vikram ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dhere se uska naam liya: "Vikram... Mmmm..."—pehli baar itni narmi, haq aur pyaar ke sath.
Raaton mein ab woh hut ke alag-alag konon mein nahi sote the. Priya khud shaam hote hi Vikram ke bed par aa jaati. Uska sar Vikram ke bare chest par hota, aur Vikram ka ek bhaari, muscular arm Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts par tika hota.
Kabhi-kabhi raat ke gehre andhere mein, Priya ka apna gora haath dhere-dheere neeche sarakta aur Vikram ke us thick lund ko kapde ke upar se slowly stroke karne lagta. Vikram use dhere se kiss karta, uske breasts ko gently press karta... par har baar woh heavy sex ke liye force nahi karta tha. Kabhi-kabhi woh bas waise hi ek doosre se lipte hue, ek doosre ki saanson ko feel karte hue so jaate.
Chauthe din ki raat ko, Priya ne waterproof pouch mein se walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Pichle kai dino se usne ise touch nahi kiya tha. Usne power switch ON kiya aur behad dhiemi, soft aawaaz mein mic par boli:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma... bilkul theek hai. Main... main yahan bilkul safe hoon beta. Vikram... woh mera behad khayal rakhhta hai, mujhe protect karta hai... Tum... tum apna khayal rakhna Arjun. Main... main tumhe behad yaad karti hoon..."
Priya ke lafz behad soft aur meethe the, lekin unme pehle wali woh phatti hui cheekhein, woh rona ya tootna ab nahi tha. Usne device ko switch OFF kiya aur walkie-talkie ko side mein rakh kar apna chehra Vikram ke bare chest mein chhupa liya. Vikram ne dhere se uske baalon ko sahlaaya, par muh se kuch nahi poochha.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
19 saal ke Arjun ne speaker par apni sagi maa ki yeh aawaaz suni. Uske dil ke andar ek behad ajeeb, teekha aur jaanlewa dard utha.
Uski maa ki aawaaz mein ab pehle jaisa khauf, darr ya rona nahi tha. Uski aawaaz mein ek aisi shanti aur aatmik acceptance thi... jo Arjun ki rooh ko andar tak tod kar rakh rahi thi. Usne device ko apne seene se lagaye rakha, lekin us raat usne apne lund ko touch tak nahi kiya. Woh bas chup-chap apne bed par leta raha, uski aankhen aasmaan ko ghoorti rahin.
Forbidden Island par paanchve din ki shaam ko, dono hut ke bahar aag ke paas baithe hue the.
Priya ka sar Vikram ke broad shoulder par tika hua tha, aur uske gore haath Vikram ke rough haath mein tightly dabocha hue the. Samundar ki lehron ki dhiemi aawaaz aa rahi thi, aur aag ki halki, sunehri roshni unke chehron par pad rahi thi.
Priya ne apni nam aankhen dhere-dheere band kar lin.
Uske dil ke kisi kone mein ab bhi apne pati aur bete ke liye guilt tha...
Lekin us guilt ke sath-sath... ab ek behad naya, quiet aur strong feeling bhi aa chuka tha—
Ki yeh 6'2" ka rugged mard ab uski zindagi ka sabse bada aur iklota hissa ban chuka tha.
Aur woh ab use apne jism aur dil se door dhakelne ki taaqat nahi rakhti thi.
Vikram ne Priya ke haath par apni grip ko thoda aur tight kiya.
Usne bhi is silent surrender ko poori tarah se feel kar liya tha.
Priya ab dhere-dheere poori tarah se uski banti ja rahi thi—
Jism se pehle hi ban chuki thi, aur ab dil se bhi.