16-08-2026, 01:30 PM
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Anita ki jubani… bahut vistrit aur lambi version
Election ka mahaul garam hone laga tha. Main ne decide kar liya tha ki us trustee ke against hi khadi hongi. Uske area se. Lekin ticket ke bina kuch nahi ho sakta tha. Local party office mein baar-baar jaane ke baad aakhir ek din unhone kaha – “Party ke bade leader se milna hoga. Woh hi final decide karte hain.”
Unka naam tha Vikram Singh. State level ka netaji. 52-53 saal ka, dabang, paise aur power wala. Main ne unse milne ka time liya. Unhone kaha, “Akele aana. Office nahi… baat clear karni hai.”
Main akele hi unke private office gayi. Bada sa cabin, AC, mahangi kursi. Vikram Singh mujhe dekhte hi upar se neeche tak ghoor liya. Meri simple salwar-kameez mein bhi 34 size ke boobs aur hips ka shape chhupa nahi tha.
Vikram: “Baitho Anita ji. Suna hai tum us Rajesh Khanna ke against ladna chahti ho. Himmat hai.”
Main: “Ji. Ticket chahiye. Main mehnat karungi, area mein kaam karungi.”
Usne cigarette jalaayi, dheere-dheere kheenchte hue bola,
Vikram: “Ticket… aasan nahi hai. Bahut log maangte hain. Tumhari koi political background nahi, experience nahi. Phir kyun dein?”
Main: “Kyunki main jeet sakti hoon. Logon ke beech jaaungi. Aur… us aadmi ne pehle meri majboori ka faida uthaya hai. Ab main chup nahi baithungi.”
Vikram hans diya. Usne cigarette bujhayi aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekha.
Vikram: “Seedhi baat karti hoon. Bina kuch kiye ticket nahi milega. Samajh rahi ho na ‘kuch’ ka matlab?”
Mera dil ek dam baith gaya. Phir se wahi scene. Pehle trustee, ab yeh.
Main: “Aap… kya maang rahe ho?”
Vikram: “Ek raat. Hotel mein. Tum poori tarah se taiyar hoke aana. Jo main kahun, woh karna. Uske baad ticket tumhara. Clear deal.”
Main chup baithi rahi. Andar se gussa aa raha tha, lekin ab politics ka rasta bhi yahi nikal raha tha. Badla lene ke liye pehle is aag mein se guzarna padega.
Main ne lambi saans li aur kaha,
Main: “Theek hai. Kab aur kahan?”
Vikram ne ek card aage badhaya. Hotel ka naam, room number, time.
Vikram: “Kal raat 10 baje. Room 407. Poori taiyari se aana. Sexy dress, makeup, andar se bilkul clean. Aur haan… condom ki tension mat lena, main khud rakhta hoon.”
Main uth khadi hui. Usne meri kamar ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
Vikram: “Tumhari body dekh ke lagta hai maza aayega. Kal dekhte hain kitni garam ho.”
Ghar wapas aake main bathroom mein khadi rahi. Mirror ke saamne. Soch rahi thi – pehle majboori mein sharir diya, ab badla lene ke liye phir se dena padega. Rohan ko kuch nahi bataya. Usne bas itna poocha, “Ticket ka kya hua?” Main ne kaha, “Almost pakka… kal final baat hogi.”
Agle din main poori taiyari mein lag gayi. Shaam se hi nahaayi, body scrub ki, underarms, chut, sab clean shave kiya. Makeup heavy kiya – dark lipstick, smoky eyes. Kapde… ek tight black dress jo upar se deep neck tha, neeche se thighs tak. Andar sirf ek thin black panty, bra nahi pehni. 34 size ke boobs bina bra ke dress mein saaf ubhar rahe the. Hips ka shape aur bhi clear tha. Heels pehne, baal khule rakhe.
Raat 9:45 pe main hotel pahunchi. Reception pe room number bataya. Lift se 4th floor. Room 407 ke saamne khadi hokar main ne der tak saans li. Phir bell dabayi.
Vikram ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha aur dheere se seeti mari.
Vikram: “Waah… poori taiyar hoke aayi. Andar aao.”
Main andar gayi. Room bada tha, dim light, bed pe silk sheet. Usne door lock kiya.
Vikram: “Dress utaro. Dheere-dheere. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”
Main ne pehle heels nikale. Phir dress ke zip ko peeche se khola. Dress kandhon se dheere-dheere girne diya. Ab main sirf black panty mein thi. Mere 34 size ke boobs free the, nipples pehle se hi tight.
Vikram: “Bra nahi pehni… achha kiya. Ab panty bhi utaro.”
Main ne panty neeche ki taraf khinchi. Ab bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Usne ghoorte hue kaha,
Vikram: “Balls… hips… chut… sab first class. Ab bed pe aao.”
Main bed pe let gayi. Usne apne kapde utaare. Uska lund trustee se bhi thoda mota tha, veins phooli hui. Usne mere boobs dabaye, nichode, munh mein leke choosne laga.
Main: “Ahh… dheere…”
Vikram: “Dheere nahi… aaj poora lena padega. Ticket ke liye.”
Usne meri taangein failayi. Pehle jeebh se meri chut chatne laga. Main siskiyan lene lagi –
“Ahh… ahhh… jeebh… andar… ahhh…”
Phir usne condom lagaya aur apna lund meri chut pe rakha. Ek zor ka dhakka diya. Poora andar chala gaya.
Main: “Aahhhh… bada… hai… ahhh…”
Woh tez dhakke maarne laga. Bed ki char-char, meri siskiyan, uski gaaliyan – sab milke room mein goonj raha tha.
Vikram: “Le… le… ticket chahiye na… to chudwa… ahhh…”
Main: “Ahhh… ahhh… dheere… nahi… tez… ahhhh… bas… aa rahi… ahhhhh!”
Main climax pe pahunch gayi. Uske thodi der baad woh bhi jhad gaya. Condom mein cum bhar gaya. Woh mere upar gira raha.
Vikram (saans lete hue): “Ho gaya. Kal party office aana. Ticket tumhara. Press conference mein announce karunga.”
Main nangi padi rahi. Body pe uske nishan the. Chut mein ab bhi uske dhakkon ka ehsaas tha. Main ne ceiling ki taraf dekha aur socha –
Pehle majboori, ab badla. Dono baar sharir hi dena pada. Lekin ab ticket milne wala tha. Ab main us trustee ke saamne khadi ho sakti thi.
Vikram abhi bhi mere upar hi pada tha. Condom mein uska cum bhar chuka tha, lekin uska lund abhi bhi thoda hard tha. Main ne uske seene se sir uthaya aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha.
Main (dheemi awaaz mein): “Ek baar aur… abhi.”
Vikram hans diya, saans abhi bhi tez thi.
Vikram: “Arre wah… abhi-abhi jhadi, phir se chahiye? Ticket ke liye itna bhookhi hai kya?”
Main ne jawab dene ke bajaye apna haath neeche le gaya. Uske condom wale lund ko pakad liya. Dheere-dheere sahlana shuru kiya. Condom geela tha uske cum se. Main ne condom pakad ke upar ki taraf khincha aur dheere se nikaal diya. Uska nanga lund ab meri mutthi mein tha – garam, geela, abhi bhi bhari hua.
Main: “Ab bina condom ke… aaj poora lena hai.”
Vikram ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Usne mera baal pakad ke upar uthaya.
Vikram: “Sach mein? Chut mein pani legi? Pati ko pata chal gaya to?”
Main: “Pati ka lund itna chhota hai ki meri pyaas kabhi bujhti hi nahi. Aaj… aaj bujhani hai.”
Main ne uska lund tez-tez sahlana shuru kiya. Upar-neeche, mutthi tight karke. Uske lund ne phir se zor pakad liya. Nasein phool gayi, top se pre-cum nikalne laga. Main ne jhuk ke uske lund pe thook lagaya, phir se haath se tezi se hilaya.
Vikram: “Ahhh… saali… haath kitna tez… khada ho gaya phir se… ahhh…”
Jab lund poora tight aur khada ho gaya to main uske upar aa gayi. Apni chut ko uske lund ke top pe set kiya. Dheere-dheere baithne lagi. Bina condom ke uska mota lund meri chut ke andar ghusne laga.
Main: “Aahhhh… nanga… andar… ja raha… ahhhh…”
Poora baith gayi. Uske lund ne meri chut ko poora kheench liya. Main ne uske seene pe haath rakh ke upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. Pehle dheere, phir tez.
Main ki siskiyan nikalne lagi:
“Ahh… ahh… itna… gehra… ahhh…
Ufff… pati ka… kabhi… itna… nahi… gaya… ahhhh…
Lund… poora… chut mein… ahhh…”
Vikram ne mere 34 size ke boobs pakad liye. Tez-tez dabane laga, nipples ko pinch kiya.
Vikram: “Chal… tez baith… ahhh… teri chut… kitni garam… bina rubber ke… ahhh…
Aaj to… poora pani… chut mein hi… jhadunga… le… le…”
Main tez hone lagi. Meri badi hips uske pelvic pe dham-dham pad rahi thin. Har baithne pe uska lund end tak andar chala jaata. Main ne apne baal peeche kiye, kamar matkate hue uske lund pe chudne lagi.
Main: “Aahhhh… haan… aise… ahhh…
Pati se… jo pyaas… nahi bujhi… aaj… bujh… rahi… ahhhh…
Lund… aur… tez… maar… ahhhh!”
Vikram ne meri kamar pakad li. Ab woh neeche se bhi dhakke maarne laga. Main upar, woh neeche – dono milke tezi se chudai kar rahe the. Room mein bas meri siskiyan, uski bhari saansein aur skin ki thap-thap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi.
Vikram: “Saali… kitni… mast… chud rahi… ahhh…
Ticket… ke saath… cum bhi… de rahi… ahhhh…
Bol… chut mein… pani chahiye… bol…”
Main (pagal si siskiyan lete hue): “Haan… chahiye… ahhhh…
Chut mein… jhad… poora… ahhhh…
Main… aa… rahi… hoon… ahhhhhhhh!”
Mera body kaamp utha. Orgasm itna tezz aaya ki meri chut ne uske lund ko mazbooti se jaakad liya. Main uske seene pe gir gayi, lekin hips hilana band nahi kiya.
Vikram bhi control kho baitha.
Vikram: “Main… bhi… nikal… raha… ahhhh… le… saali… le… poora… ahhhhh!”
Usne bina condom ke apna poora garam cum meri chut ke andar jhad diya. Ek-ek dhakke ke saath uska pani andar failta gaya. Main mehsoos kar sakti thi – garam liquid meri deewarion pe chipak raha hai, gehraai tak ja raha hai.
Dono hilna band kar ke saansein le rahe the. Main uske lund pe baithi hi thi. Andar uska cum ab bhi dheere-dheere nikal raha tha.
Vikram (hans te hue, saans phoolte hue): “Kya aurat hai re tu… pehle condom mein liya, phir nanga lund pe baith ke poora pani pee gayi. Aaj to main khush ho gaya. Ticket pakka… aur jab chahe, aise hi bulana.”
Main ne dheere se uske lund se chut uthayi. Cum ki dhaar meri taangon se hote hue bed pe girne lagi. Main lit gayi. 34 size ke boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the, chut khuli hui thi aur usme se uska safed pani bahar aa raha tha.
Main (aankhen band karke): “Aaj… pehli baar… pyaas… thodi bujhi… pati se jo kabhi nahi bujhti…”
Vikram ne mera pet sehlaya, phir meri chut pe haath rakh ke apna cum andar ki taraf dhakelne laga.
Vikram: “Andar hi rehne de… kal ticket announce hote time yaad rakhna yeh raat.”
Main wahan nangi padi rahi. Body soft thi, chut bhari hui thi, aur dil mein pehli baar thoda sukoon tha. Husband ka chhota lund aur jaldi khatam hone wala pani… aaj uski jagah is netaji ke mote lund aur gehre cum ne le li thi.
Thodi der baad main uthi, bathroom gayi, lekin chut saaf nahi ki. Uske pani ko andar hi rehne diya. Kapde pehne, makeup thik kiya, aur hotel se nikal gayi.
Bahar raat thi. Car mein baithte hue meri chut ab bhi dhadak rahi thi. Andar uska cum mehsoos ho raha tha. Main ne aankhen band ki aur socha –
Aaj jo pyaas pati se nahi bujhi… woh is leader ke lund ne bujha di. Ab ticket bhi milega… aur badla bhi.
Hotel se nikalte hue raat ke almost 1 baj chuke the. Car mein baithte hi meri taangein kaamp rahi thin. Black dress ke neeche panty nahi thi, maine hotel mein hi fenk di thi. Chut se ab bhi Vikram ka cum dheere-dheere nikal raha tha, meri taangon se hote hue seat pe geela pan de raha tha. Har jhatke ke saath uska ehsaas aur gehra ho jaata.
Ghar pahunchi to gate pe watchman ne salaam kiya. Andar aate hi maine heels haath mein utha liye. Drawing room ki light abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Rohan sofa pe baitha tha. TV band tha, uske haath mein whiskey ka glass. Mujhe dekhte hi usne glass side rakh diya.
Rohan: “Itni raat? Ticket ka kya hua?”
Main thodi der chup rahi. Mere baal bigde hue the, lipstick faili hui thi, neck pe halka sa red nishan tha jo makeup se poora chhupa nahi tha. Black dress ke deep neck se mere 34 size ke boobs bina bra ke saaf dikh rahe the. Aur sabse badi baat… meri chaal. Main jaise abhi bhi kisi ke lund pe baithi hoon, aise chal rahi thi.
Rohan ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uski nazar meri taangon pe ruki, jahan dress ke neeche se thoda geela pan dikh raha tha. Phir uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili.
Rohan (dheemi awaaz mein): kar ke aa gai?”
Main ne jhoot nahi bola. Bas thoda sa sir hilaya.
Main: “Haan… ticket milne wala hai.”
Rohan uth ke mere paas aaya. Usne mera chehra pakad ke light ki taraf kiya. Mere hothon pe bite ke nishan, neck pe suck mark, aankhon mein woh thakaan jo sirf ek gehre chudai ke baad aati hai.
Rohan: “Body pe uske nishan hain. Aur… neeche se tum geeli ho. Cum nikal raha hai na?”
Main chup rahi. Usne mera haath nahi chhoda.
Rohan: “Main jaanta tha. Politics aisi hi hoti hai. Ticket ke liye sharir dena padta hai. Tumne diya… ab bol, kitni baar?”
Main: “Do baar… pehli baar condom se, doosri baar… bina.”
Rohan ki aankhen ek pal ke liye band hui. Phir usne dheere se kaha,
Rohan: “Chut mein uska pani le ke aayi ho. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon tumhari awaaz se, tumhari chaal se. Lekin… main kuch nahi bolunga. Kyunki main jaanta tha yeh rasta aisa hi hoga. Tum badla lena chahti thi us trustee se… isliye yeh keemat chukani padi.”
Usne mera haath chhod diya. Whiskey ka glass uthaya aur ek bada ghoont liya.
Rohan: “Jaao naha lo. Kal se campaign shuru karna. Main paise, gaadi, log… sab arrange kar dunga. Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna, Anita… ghar ke bahar jo bhi karo, andar aake mujhe yeh chehra mat dikhana. Main seh sakta hoon, lekin roz-roz nahi.”
Main bathroom chali gayi. Shower ke neeche khadi hokar main ne chut saaf ki. Vikram ka cum paani ke saath bahar nikal raha tha. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin main ne unhe rok liya. Jab bahar aayi to Rohan so chuka tha. Main uske paas let gayi. Usne neend mein bhi mera haath pakad liya. Bol kuch nahi raha… bas chup chaap.
Agle din party office se call aaya. Vikram ki awaaz thi.
Vikram: “Anita ji, aaj shaam 5 baje press conference. Ticket announce hoga. Poori taiyari se aana. Aur haan… kal raat yaad dilane ke liye shukriya. Jab chahe, room 407 khula hai.”
Shaam ko press conference hui. Cameras, journalists, party ke log. Vikram ne mera haath upar uthaya aur bola,
Vikram: “Is baar hamari party se nayi soch, nayi energy… Mrs. Anita Rohan Singh. Inhone local issues pe kaam karne ka irada dikhaya hai. Inhe ticket diya jaata hai!”
Taaliyan, cameras ki flashing, logon ke sawal. Main muskura rahi thi, lekin aankhon ke peeche kal raat ka scene ghoom raha tha – uska nanga lund, meri siskiyan, chut mein uska pani.
Phir election ka mahaul shuru ho gaya. Main area mein ghumne lagi. Jhuggi-jhopdi, market, colony… har jagah. “Bijli, paani, sadak, mahilaon ki suraksha” – yeh mere mudde the. Rohan peeche se sab manage karta – posters, auto-rickshaw, chai-pani, log. Woh kabhi public mein nahi aata tha, lekin raat ko ghar aake poochta,
Rohan: “Aaj kitne log mile? Us trustee ka kya scene hai?”
Main: “Woh paise udha raha hai. Log kehte hain uske against bahut gussa hai. Main jeet sakti hoon.”
Rohan: “Jeetna. Bas… apne aap ko mat khona.”
Din guzarte gaye. Campaign tez hota gaya. Ek din rally mein main stage pe thi to saamne bheed mein woh dikha – trustee Rajesh Khanna. Mere against hi khada tha. Hamari nazar mili. Usne muskura ke aankh maari. Main ne bhi muskura diya… lekin meri muskaan mein ab takat thi.
Election ka din aaya. Voting hui. Counting ke raat ghar mein tension thi. Rohan mere paas baitha tha. TV pe results aa rahe the.
Pehle round mein main peeche thi. Doosre mein barabari. Teesre round ke baad… main aage nikal gayi.
Rohan ne mera haath pakad liya.
Rohan: “Anita… lagta hai… ho gaya.”
Jab final result aaya to screen pe likha tha – “Anita Rohan Singh – Winner. Margin 4,872 votes.”
Ghar mein jo log the, sab taaliyan bajane lage. Phone bajne lage. Party ke log, media, workers. Main uth ke khidi ke paas chali gayi. Bahar raat thi. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the.
Rohan mere peeche aaya. Usne kamar se pakad liya.
Rohan: “Jeet gayi. Ab netaji ho tum. Jo keemat chukayi… uska kuch to faida hua.”
Main ne uski taraf dekh ke kaha,
Main: “Haan… jeet gayi. Lekin jo cheez haath se gayi… woh wapas nahi aayegi. Body ki pyaas, izzat ka kuch hissa… sab politics ki bhet chadh gaya. Ab bas yeh jeet… yahi meri tasalli hai.”
Us raat bheed bhari rahi. Log aate-jaate, mithai, mala, photo. Main has rahi thi, baatein kar rahi thi, lekin jab akele bathroom mein jaati to mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips… jinhe pehle majboori ne, phir ticket ne, ab jeet ne use kiya tha.
Ab main councillor thi. Us trustee ko haar di thi. Badla mil gaya tha.
Lekin raat ko jab bed pe leti, Rohan ka haath meri kamar pe hota, to bhi meri chut adhuri reh jaati. Kyunki jo gehra lund aur jo bhari hui feeling chahiye thi… woh ab bhi kahin door thi.
Jeet mil gayi thi… lekin andar ki khali jagah ab bhi khali thi.
Jeet ki khabar phailte hi phone nahi ruk rahe the. Media, workers, party leaders… sab badhai de rahe the. Shaam ko Vikram ka call aaya.
Vikram: “Anita ji, aaj raat mere farmhouse pe chhoti si party hai. Sirf jeet ki khushi mein. Akele aana. Koi formal baat nahi… pure personal.”
Main ne Rohan ko bataya. Usne bas itna kaha,
Rohan: “Jaao. Politics aisi hi hoti hai. Bas… sambhal ke.”
Raat 9 baje main farmhouse pahunchi. Black saree pehni thi, deep blouse, koi bra nahi. 34 size ke boobs blouse mein ubhar rahe the. Gate pe security ne andar bhej diya. Drawing room mein Vikram khada tha… aur uske saath do aur aadmi. Ek tha party ka district president, Suraj – 45 saal ka, mota-tala. Doosra tha local businessman aur party ka bada funder, Mehta – 50 ke kareeb, slim lekin tezz nazar wala.
Vikram mujhe dekhte hi muskuraya.
Vikram: “Aaaa gayi jeetne wali. Aao… inse milo. Suraj bhai, Mehta ji. Inhone bhi tumhari jeet mein bohot paise lagaye hain.”
Main ne namaste kiya. Suraj ne mera haath pakad ke thoda der tak dabaye rakha. Mehta ki nazar seedha mere blouse pe thi.
Vikram: “Aaj khushi manani hai. Baaki log nahi aaye… sirf hum chaar. Anita, tumhe special surprise dena hai.”
Usne mere kaan ke paas aake dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
Vikram: “Aaj teeno milke lenge. Aur baad mein… party ki state president banane ki baat bhi karenge. Samjhi?”
Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Lekin ab peeche hatne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Main ne bas sir hilaya.
Vikram ne lights dim kar di. Music band kar diya. Woh mere peeche aaya aur saree ki pin nikalne laga. Dheere-dheere. Suraj aur Mehta sofa pe baith ke dekh rahe the.
Vikram: “Kapde utaro Anita… aaj teeno ke liye.”
Usne pehle saree kholi. Saree girte hi main petticoat aur blouse mein reh gayi. Phir usne blouse ke hook khole. Blouse utarte hi mere 34 size ke boobs free ho gaye. Nipples pehle se tight the.
Suraj (seeti maarte hue): “Balls dekh o yaar… itne bade aur tight. Pehle se sun raha tha, aaj dekh liya.”
Mehta: “Hips bhi zabardast. Aaj to maza aayega.”
Vikram ne petticoat ke nade khole. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab main sirf panty mein thi. Usne panty bhi neeche utaar di. Main bilkul nangi khadi thi teen mard ke saamne.
Vikram: “Bedrooms mein chalo. Bada bed hai.”
Hum teenon ke saath bade bedroom mein gaye. Vikram ne mujhe bed pe lita diya. Suraj ek taraf se aaya, Mehta doosri taraf se. Vikram mere sarhane baith gaya.
Suraj ne pehle mere boobs pakde. Dono haathon se dabane laga, nichodne laga.
Suraj: “Solid hai saali ke… ahhh… munh mein lete hain.”
Usne mera ek nipple munh mein le liya, choosne laga, daant se halka kaatne laga. Main siski li –
“Ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”
Mehta ne meri taangein failayi. Usne seedha jeebh meri chut pe rakh di. Chatne laga, choosne laga, ungli andar daalne laga.
Mehta: “Kitni saaf chut hai… pehle se gili bhi hai. Aaj teeno ka pani legi kya?”
Main: “Ahhh… jeebh… andar… ahhhh… haan… jo karna hai… karo…”
Vikram ne apna lund nikaala. Woh mere munh ke paas le aaya.
Vikram: “Khol munh… pehle isko choos.”
Main ne munh khola. Usne apna mota lund andar dhakel diya. Main choosne lagi. Upar-neeche, jeebh ghumate hue.
Vikram: “Aise… ahhh… gaand se le… gehra… ahhh…”
Suraj ab mere dono boobs dabate hue unke beech apna lund ragarne laga. Mehta meri chut chat-chat ke geeli kar raha tha. Main teenon ke beech nangi padi thi – munh mein ek lund, boobs pe doosra, chut pe teesra.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne lund munh se nikaala.
Vikram: “Ab chut mein daalte hain. Suraj, tu pehle le. Mehta, munh mein de. Main dekhte hue maza lunga.”
Suraj mere upar aa gaya. Usne apna mota lund meri chut pe set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar dhakel diya.
Main: “Aahhhhh… bada… hai… ahhhh…”
Suraj tez dhakke maarne laga. Uske pet ki charbi meri body pe pad rahi thi. Har dhakke pe mere boobs uchhal rahe the.
Suraj: “Le… le… netaji… ahhh… kitni… tight… chut… ahhhh…”
Mehta mere munh mein apna lund dhakelne laga. Main do lund ek saath le rahi thi – ek chut mein, ek munh mein. Vikram side mein baith ke apna lund hilaye ja raha tha.
Main ki awaazein band nahi ho rahi thin –
“Ummmphh… ahhhh… ummm… ahhhh…
Dheere… nahi… tez… ahhhh…
Lund… dono… taraf… ahhhhh…”
Anita ki jubani… bahut vistrit aur lambi version
Election ka mahaul garam hone laga tha. Main ne decide kar liya tha ki us trustee ke against hi khadi hongi. Uske area se. Lekin ticket ke bina kuch nahi ho sakta tha. Local party office mein baar-baar jaane ke baad aakhir ek din unhone kaha – “Party ke bade leader se milna hoga. Woh hi final decide karte hain.”
Unka naam tha Vikram Singh. State level ka netaji. 52-53 saal ka, dabang, paise aur power wala. Main ne unse milne ka time liya. Unhone kaha, “Akele aana. Office nahi… baat clear karni hai.”
Main akele hi unke private office gayi. Bada sa cabin, AC, mahangi kursi. Vikram Singh mujhe dekhte hi upar se neeche tak ghoor liya. Meri simple salwar-kameez mein bhi 34 size ke boobs aur hips ka shape chhupa nahi tha.
Vikram: “Baitho Anita ji. Suna hai tum us Rajesh Khanna ke against ladna chahti ho. Himmat hai.”
Main: “Ji. Ticket chahiye. Main mehnat karungi, area mein kaam karungi.”
Usne cigarette jalaayi, dheere-dheere kheenchte hue bola,
Vikram: “Ticket… aasan nahi hai. Bahut log maangte hain. Tumhari koi political background nahi, experience nahi. Phir kyun dein?”
Main: “Kyunki main jeet sakti hoon. Logon ke beech jaaungi. Aur… us aadmi ne pehle meri majboori ka faida uthaya hai. Ab main chup nahi baithungi.”
Vikram hans diya. Usne cigarette bujhayi aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekha.
Vikram: “Seedhi baat karti hoon. Bina kuch kiye ticket nahi milega. Samajh rahi ho na ‘kuch’ ka matlab?”
Mera dil ek dam baith gaya. Phir se wahi scene. Pehle trustee, ab yeh.
Main: “Aap… kya maang rahe ho?”
Vikram: “Ek raat. Hotel mein. Tum poori tarah se taiyar hoke aana. Jo main kahun, woh karna. Uske baad ticket tumhara. Clear deal.”
Main chup baithi rahi. Andar se gussa aa raha tha, lekin ab politics ka rasta bhi yahi nikal raha tha. Badla lene ke liye pehle is aag mein se guzarna padega.
Main ne lambi saans li aur kaha,
Main: “Theek hai. Kab aur kahan?”
Vikram ne ek card aage badhaya. Hotel ka naam, room number, time.
Vikram: “Kal raat 10 baje. Room 407. Poori taiyari se aana. Sexy dress, makeup, andar se bilkul clean. Aur haan… condom ki tension mat lena, main khud rakhta hoon.”
Main uth khadi hui. Usne meri kamar ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
Vikram: “Tumhari body dekh ke lagta hai maza aayega. Kal dekhte hain kitni garam ho.”
Ghar wapas aake main bathroom mein khadi rahi. Mirror ke saamne. Soch rahi thi – pehle majboori mein sharir diya, ab badla lene ke liye phir se dena padega. Rohan ko kuch nahi bataya. Usne bas itna poocha, “Ticket ka kya hua?” Main ne kaha, “Almost pakka… kal final baat hogi.”
Agle din main poori taiyari mein lag gayi. Shaam se hi nahaayi, body scrub ki, underarms, chut, sab clean shave kiya. Makeup heavy kiya – dark lipstick, smoky eyes. Kapde… ek tight black dress jo upar se deep neck tha, neeche se thighs tak. Andar sirf ek thin black panty, bra nahi pehni. 34 size ke boobs bina bra ke dress mein saaf ubhar rahe the. Hips ka shape aur bhi clear tha. Heels pehne, baal khule rakhe.
Raat 9:45 pe main hotel pahunchi. Reception pe room number bataya. Lift se 4th floor. Room 407 ke saamne khadi hokar main ne der tak saans li. Phir bell dabayi.
Vikram ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha aur dheere se seeti mari.
Vikram: “Waah… poori taiyar hoke aayi. Andar aao.”
Main andar gayi. Room bada tha, dim light, bed pe silk sheet. Usne door lock kiya.
Vikram: “Dress utaro. Dheere-dheere. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”
Main ne pehle heels nikale. Phir dress ke zip ko peeche se khola. Dress kandhon se dheere-dheere girne diya. Ab main sirf black panty mein thi. Mere 34 size ke boobs free the, nipples pehle se hi tight.
Vikram: “Bra nahi pehni… achha kiya. Ab panty bhi utaro.”
Main ne panty neeche ki taraf khinchi. Ab bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Usne ghoorte hue kaha,
Vikram: “Balls… hips… chut… sab first class. Ab bed pe aao.”
Main bed pe let gayi. Usne apne kapde utaare. Uska lund trustee se bhi thoda mota tha, veins phooli hui. Usne mere boobs dabaye, nichode, munh mein leke choosne laga.
Main: “Ahh… dheere…”
Vikram: “Dheere nahi… aaj poora lena padega. Ticket ke liye.”
Usne meri taangein failayi. Pehle jeebh se meri chut chatne laga. Main siskiyan lene lagi –
“Ahh… ahhh… jeebh… andar… ahhh…”
Phir usne condom lagaya aur apna lund meri chut pe rakha. Ek zor ka dhakka diya. Poora andar chala gaya.
Main: “Aahhhh… bada… hai… ahhh…”
Woh tez dhakke maarne laga. Bed ki char-char, meri siskiyan, uski gaaliyan – sab milke room mein goonj raha tha.
Vikram: “Le… le… ticket chahiye na… to chudwa… ahhh…”
Main: “Ahhh… ahhh… dheere… nahi… tez… ahhhh… bas… aa rahi… ahhhhh!”
Main climax pe pahunch gayi. Uske thodi der baad woh bhi jhad gaya. Condom mein cum bhar gaya. Woh mere upar gira raha.
Vikram (saans lete hue): “Ho gaya. Kal party office aana. Ticket tumhara. Press conference mein announce karunga.”
Main nangi padi rahi. Body pe uske nishan the. Chut mein ab bhi uske dhakkon ka ehsaas tha. Main ne ceiling ki taraf dekha aur socha –
Pehle majboori, ab badla. Dono baar sharir hi dena pada. Lekin ab ticket milne wala tha. Ab main us trustee ke saamne khadi ho sakti thi.
Vikram abhi bhi mere upar hi pada tha. Condom mein uska cum bhar chuka tha, lekin uska lund abhi bhi thoda hard tha. Main ne uske seene se sir uthaya aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha.
Main (dheemi awaaz mein): “Ek baar aur… abhi.”
Vikram hans diya, saans abhi bhi tez thi.
Vikram: “Arre wah… abhi-abhi jhadi, phir se chahiye? Ticket ke liye itna bhookhi hai kya?”
Main ne jawab dene ke bajaye apna haath neeche le gaya. Uske condom wale lund ko pakad liya. Dheere-dheere sahlana shuru kiya. Condom geela tha uske cum se. Main ne condom pakad ke upar ki taraf khincha aur dheere se nikaal diya. Uska nanga lund ab meri mutthi mein tha – garam, geela, abhi bhi bhari hua.
Main: “Ab bina condom ke… aaj poora lena hai.”
Vikram ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Usne mera baal pakad ke upar uthaya.
Vikram: “Sach mein? Chut mein pani legi? Pati ko pata chal gaya to?”
Main: “Pati ka lund itna chhota hai ki meri pyaas kabhi bujhti hi nahi. Aaj… aaj bujhani hai.”
Main ne uska lund tez-tez sahlana shuru kiya. Upar-neeche, mutthi tight karke. Uske lund ne phir se zor pakad liya. Nasein phool gayi, top se pre-cum nikalne laga. Main ne jhuk ke uske lund pe thook lagaya, phir se haath se tezi se hilaya.
Vikram: “Ahhh… saali… haath kitna tez… khada ho gaya phir se… ahhh…”
Jab lund poora tight aur khada ho gaya to main uske upar aa gayi. Apni chut ko uske lund ke top pe set kiya. Dheere-dheere baithne lagi. Bina condom ke uska mota lund meri chut ke andar ghusne laga.
Main: “Aahhhh… nanga… andar… ja raha… ahhhh…”
Poora baith gayi. Uske lund ne meri chut ko poora kheench liya. Main ne uske seene pe haath rakh ke upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. Pehle dheere, phir tez.
Main ki siskiyan nikalne lagi:
“Ahh… ahh… itna… gehra… ahhh…
Ufff… pati ka… kabhi… itna… nahi… gaya… ahhhh…
Lund… poora… chut mein… ahhh…”
Vikram ne mere 34 size ke boobs pakad liye. Tez-tez dabane laga, nipples ko pinch kiya.
Vikram: “Chal… tez baith… ahhh… teri chut… kitni garam… bina rubber ke… ahhh…
Aaj to… poora pani… chut mein hi… jhadunga… le… le…”
Main tez hone lagi. Meri badi hips uske pelvic pe dham-dham pad rahi thin. Har baithne pe uska lund end tak andar chala jaata. Main ne apne baal peeche kiye, kamar matkate hue uske lund pe chudne lagi.
Main: “Aahhhh… haan… aise… ahhh…
Pati se… jo pyaas… nahi bujhi… aaj… bujh… rahi… ahhhh…
Lund… aur… tez… maar… ahhhh!”
Vikram ne meri kamar pakad li. Ab woh neeche se bhi dhakke maarne laga. Main upar, woh neeche – dono milke tezi se chudai kar rahe the. Room mein bas meri siskiyan, uski bhari saansein aur skin ki thap-thap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi.
Vikram: “Saali… kitni… mast… chud rahi… ahhh…
Ticket… ke saath… cum bhi… de rahi… ahhhh…
Bol… chut mein… pani chahiye… bol…”
Main (pagal si siskiyan lete hue): “Haan… chahiye… ahhhh…
Chut mein… jhad… poora… ahhhh…
Main… aa… rahi… hoon… ahhhhhhhh!”
Mera body kaamp utha. Orgasm itna tezz aaya ki meri chut ne uske lund ko mazbooti se jaakad liya. Main uske seene pe gir gayi, lekin hips hilana band nahi kiya.
Vikram bhi control kho baitha.
Vikram: “Main… bhi… nikal… raha… ahhhh… le… saali… le… poora… ahhhhh!”
Usne bina condom ke apna poora garam cum meri chut ke andar jhad diya. Ek-ek dhakke ke saath uska pani andar failta gaya. Main mehsoos kar sakti thi – garam liquid meri deewarion pe chipak raha hai, gehraai tak ja raha hai.
Dono hilna band kar ke saansein le rahe the. Main uske lund pe baithi hi thi. Andar uska cum ab bhi dheere-dheere nikal raha tha.
Vikram (hans te hue, saans phoolte hue): “Kya aurat hai re tu… pehle condom mein liya, phir nanga lund pe baith ke poora pani pee gayi. Aaj to main khush ho gaya. Ticket pakka… aur jab chahe, aise hi bulana.”
Main ne dheere se uske lund se chut uthayi. Cum ki dhaar meri taangon se hote hue bed pe girne lagi. Main lit gayi. 34 size ke boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the, chut khuli hui thi aur usme se uska safed pani bahar aa raha tha.
Main (aankhen band karke): “Aaj… pehli baar… pyaas… thodi bujhi… pati se jo kabhi nahi bujhti…”
Vikram ne mera pet sehlaya, phir meri chut pe haath rakh ke apna cum andar ki taraf dhakelne laga.
Vikram: “Andar hi rehne de… kal ticket announce hote time yaad rakhna yeh raat.”
Main wahan nangi padi rahi. Body soft thi, chut bhari hui thi, aur dil mein pehli baar thoda sukoon tha. Husband ka chhota lund aur jaldi khatam hone wala pani… aaj uski jagah is netaji ke mote lund aur gehre cum ne le li thi.
Thodi der baad main uthi, bathroom gayi, lekin chut saaf nahi ki. Uske pani ko andar hi rehne diya. Kapde pehne, makeup thik kiya, aur hotel se nikal gayi.
Bahar raat thi. Car mein baithte hue meri chut ab bhi dhadak rahi thi. Andar uska cum mehsoos ho raha tha. Main ne aankhen band ki aur socha –
Aaj jo pyaas pati se nahi bujhi… woh is leader ke lund ne bujha di. Ab ticket bhi milega… aur badla bhi.
Hotel se nikalte hue raat ke almost 1 baj chuke the. Car mein baithte hi meri taangein kaamp rahi thin. Black dress ke neeche panty nahi thi, maine hotel mein hi fenk di thi. Chut se ab bhi Vikram ka cum dheere-dheere nikal raha tha, meri taangon se hote hue seat pe geela pan de raha tha. Har jhatke ke saath uska ehsaas aur gehra ho jaata.
Ghar pahunchi to gate pe watchman ne salaam kiya. Andar aate hi maine heels haath mein utha liye. Drawing room ki light abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Rohan sofa pe baitha tha. TV band tha, uske haath mein whiskey ka glass. Mujhe dekhte hi usne glass side rakh diya.
Rohan: “Itni raat? Ticket ka kya hua?”
Main thodi der chup rahi. Mere baal bigde hue the, lipstick faili hui thi, neck pe halka sa red nishan tha jo makeup se poora chhupa nahi tha. Black dress ke deep neck se mere 34 size ke boobs bina bra ke saaf dikh rahe the. Aur sabse badi baat… meri chaal. Main jaise abhi bhi kisi ke lund pe baithi hoon, aise chal rahi thi.
Rohan ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uski nazar meri taangon pe ruki, jahan dress ke neeche se thoda geela pan dikh raha tha. Phir uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili.
Rohan (dheemi awaaz mein): kar ke aa gai?”
Main ne jhoot nahi bola. Bas thoda sa sir hilaya.
Main: “Haan… ticket milne wala hai.”
Rohan uth ke mere paas aaya. Usne mera chehra pakad ke light ki taraf kiya. Mere hothon pe bite ke nishan, neck pe suck mark, aankhon mein woh thakaan jo sirf ek gehre chudai ke baad aati hai.
Rohan: “Body pe uske nishan hain. Aur… neeche se tum geeli ho. Cum nikal raha hai na?”
Main chup rahi. Usne mera haath nahi chhoda.
Rohan: “Main jaanta tha. Politics aisi hi hoti hai. Ticket ke liye sharir dena padta hai. Tumne diya… ab bol, kitni baar?”
Main: “Do baar… pehli baar condom se, doosri baar… bina.”
Rohan ki aankhen ek pal ke liye band hui. Phir usne dheere se kaha,
Rohan: “Chut mein uska pani le ke aayi ho. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon tumhari awaaz se, tumhari chaal se. Lekin… main kuch nahi bolunga. Kyunki main jaanta tha yeh rasta aisa hi hoga. Tum badla lena chahti thi us trustee se… isliye yeh keemat chukani padi.”
Usne mera haath chhod diya. Whiskey ka glass uthaya aur ek bada ghoont liya.
Rohan: “Jaao naha lo. Kal se campaign shuru karna. Main paise, gaadi, log… sab arrange kar dunga. Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna, Anita… ghar ke bahar jo bhi karo, andar aake mujhe yeh chehra mat dikhana. Main seh sakta hoon, lekin roz-roz nahi.”
Main bathroom chali gayi. Shower ke neeche khadi hokar main ne chut saaf ki. Vikram ka cum paani ke saath bahar nikal raha tha. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin main ne unhe rok liya. Jab bahar aayi to Rohan so chuka tha. Main uske paas let gayi. Usne neend mein bhi mera haath pakad liya. Bol kuch nahi raha… bas chup chaap.
Agle din party office se call aaya. Vikram ki awaaz thi.
Vikram: “Anita ji, aaj shaam 5 baje press conference. Ticket announce hoga. Poori taiyari se aana. Aur haan… kal raat yaad dilane ke liye shukriya. Jab chahe, room 407 khula hai.”
Shaam ko press conference hui. Cameras, journalists, party ke log. Vikram ne mera haath upar uthaya aur bola,
Vikram: “Is baar hamari party se nayi soch, nayi energy… Mrs. Anita Rohan Singh. Inhone local issues pe kaam karne ka irada dikhaya hai. Inhe ticket diya jaata hai!”
Taaliyan, cameras ki flashing, logon ke sawal. Main muskura rahi thi, lekin aankhon ke peeche kal raat ka scene ghoom raha tha – uska nanga lund, meri siskiyan, chut mein uska pani.
Phir election ka mahaul shuru ho gaya. Main area mein ghumne lagi. Jhuggi-jhopdi, market, colony… har jagah. “Bijli, paani, sadak, mahilaon ki suraksha” – yeh mere mudde the. Rohan peeche se sab manage karta – posters, auto-rickshaw, chai-pani, log. Woh kabhi public mein nahi aata tha, lekin raat ko ghar aake poochta,
Rohan: “Aaj kitne log mile? Us trustee ka kya scene hai?”
Main: “Woh paise udha raha hai. Log kehte hain uske against bahut gussa hai. Main jeet sakti hoon.”
Rohan: “Jeetna. Bas… apne aap ko mat khona.”
Din guzarte gaye. Campaign tez hota gaya. Ek din rally mein main stage pe thi to saamne bheed mein woh dikha – trustee Rajesh Khanna. Mere against hi khada tha. Hamari nazar mili. Usne muskura ke aankh maari. Main ne bhi muskura diya… lekin meri muskaan mein ab takat thi.
Election ka din aaya. Voting hui. Counting ke raat ghar mein tension thi. Rohan mere paas baitha tha. TV pe results aa rahe the.
Pehle round mein main peeche thi. Doosre mein barabari. Teesre round ke baad… main aage nikal gayi.
Rohan ne mera haath pakad liya.
Rohan: “Anita… lagta hai… ho gaya.”
Jab final result aaya to screen pe likha tha – “Anita Rohan Singh – Winner. Margin 4,872 votes.”
Ghar mein jo log the, sab taaliyan bajane lage. Phone bajne lage. Party ke log, media, workers. Main uth ke khidi ke paas chali gayi. Bahar raat thi. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the.
Rohan mere peeche aaya. Usne kamar se pakad liya.
Rohan: “Jeet gayi. Ab netaji ho tum. Jo keemat chukayi… uska kuch to faida hua.”
Main ne uski taraf dekh ke kaha,
Main: “Haan… jeet gayi. Lekin jo cheez haath se gayi… woh wapas nahi aayegi. Body ki pyaas, izzat ka kuch hissa… sab politics ki bhet chadh gaya. Ab bas yeh jeet… yahi meri tasalli hai.”
Us raat bheed bhari rahi. Log aate-jaate, mithai, mala, photo. Main has rahi thi, baatein kar rahi thi, lekin jab akele bathroom mein jaati to mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips… jinhe pehle majboori ne, phir ticket ne, ab jeet ne use kiya tha.
Ab main councillor thi. Us trustee ko haar di thi. Badla mil gaya tha.
Lekin raat ko jab bed pe leti, Rohan ka haath meri kamar pe hota, to bhi meri chut adhuri reh jaati. Kyunki jo gehra lund aur jo bhari hui feeling chahiye thi… woh ab bhi kahin door thi.
Jeet mil gayi thi… lekin andar ki khali jagah ab bhi khali thi.
Jeet ki khabar phailte hi phone nahi ruk rahe the. Media, workers, party leaders… sab badhai de rahe the. Shaam ko Vikram ka call aaya.
Vikram: “Anita ji, aaj raat mere farmhouse pe chhoti si party hai. Sirf jeet ki khushi mein. Akele aana. Koi formal baat nahi… pure personal.”
Main ne Rohan ko bataya. Usne bas itna kaha,
Rohan: “Jaao. Politics aisi hi hoti hai. Bas… sambhal ke.”
Raat 9 baje main farmhouse pahunchi. Black saree pehni thi, deep blouse, koi bra nahi. 34 size ke boobs blouse mein ubhar rahe the. Gate pe security ne andar bhej diya. Drawing room mein Vikram khada tha… aur uske saath do aur aadmi. Ek tha party ka district president, Suraj – 45 saal ka, mota-tala. Doosra tha local businessman aur party ka bada funder, Mehta – 50 ke kareeb, slim lekin tezz nazar wala.
Vikram mujhe dekhte hi muskuraya.
Vikram: “Aaaa gayi jeetne wali. Aao… inse milo. Suraj bhai, Mehta ji. Inhone bhi tumhari jeet mein bohot paise lagaye hain.”
Main ne namaste kiya. Suraj ne mera haath pakad ke thoda der tak dabaye rakha. Mehta ki nazar seedha mere blouse pe thi.
Vikram: “Aaj khushi manani hai. Baaki log nahi aaye… sirf hum chaar. Anita, tumhe special surprise dena hai.”
Usne mere kaan ke paas aake dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
Vikram: “Aaj teeno milke lenge. Aur baad mein… party ki state president banane ki baat bhi karenge. Samjhi?”
Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Lekin ab peeche hatne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Main ne bas sir hilaya.
Vikram ne lights dim kar di. Music band kar diya. Woh mere peeche aaya aur saree ki pin nikalne laga. Dheere-dheere. Suraj aur Mehta sofa pe baith ke dekh rahe the.
Vikram: “Kapde utaro Anita… aaj teeno ke liye.”
Usne pehle saree kholi. Saree girte hi main petticoat aur blouse mein reh gayi. Phir usne blouse ke hook khole. Blouse utarte hi mere 34 size ke boobs free ho gaye. Nipples pehle se tight the.
Suraj (seeti maarte hue): “Balls dekh o yaar… itne bade aur tight. Pehle se sun raha tha, aaj dekh liya.”
Mehta: “Hips bhi zabardast. Aaj to maza aayega.”
Vikram ne petticoat ke nade khole. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab main sirf panty mein thi. Usne panty bhi neeche utaar di. Main bilkul nangi khadi thi teen mard ke saamne.
Vikram: “Bedrooms mein chalo. Bada bed hai.”
Hum teenon ke saath bade bedroom mein gaye. Vikram ne mujhe bed pe lita diya. Suraj ek taraf se aaya, Mehta doosri taraf se. Vikram mere sarhane baith gaya.
Suraj ne pehle mere boobs pakde. Dono haathon se dabane laga, nichodne laga.
Suraj: “Solid hai saali ke… ahhh… munh mein lete hain.”
Usne mera ek nipple munh mein le liya, choosne laga, daant se halka kaatne laga. Main siski li –
“Ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”
Mehta ne meri taangein failayi. Usne seedha jeebh meri chut pe rakh di. Chatne laga, choosne laga, ungli andar daalne laga.
Mehta: “Kitni saaf chut hai… pehle se gili bhi hai. Aaj teeno ka pani legi kya?”
Main: “Ahhh… jeebh… andar… ahhhh… haan… jo karna hai… karo…”
Vikram ne apna lund nikaala. Woh mere munh ke paas le aaya.
Vikram: “Khol munh… pehle isko choos.”
Main ne munh khola. Usne apna mota lund andar dhakel diya. Main choosne lagi. Upar-neeche, jeebh ghumate hue.
Vikram: “Aise… ahhh… gaand se le… gehra… ahhh…”
Suraj ab mere dono boobs dabate hue unke beech apna lund ragarne laga. Mehta meri chut chat-chat ke geeli kar raha tha. Main teenon ke beech nangi padi thi – munh mein ek lund, boobs pe doosra, chut pe teesra.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne lund munh se nikaala.
Vikram: “Ab chut mein daalte hain. Suraj, tu pehle le. Mehta, munh mein de. Main dekhte hue maza lunga.”
Suraj mere upar aa gaya. Usne apna mota lund meri chut pe set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar dhakel diya.
Main: “Aahhhhh… bada… hai… ahhhh…”
Suraj tez dhakke maarne laga. Uske pet ki charbi meri body pe pad rahi thi. Har dhakke pe mere boobs uchhal rahe the.
Suraj: “Le… le… netaji… ahhh… kitni… tight… chut… ahhhh…”
Mehta mere munh mein apna lund dhakelne laga. Main do lund ek saath le rahi thi – ek chut mein, ek munh mein. Vikram side mein baith ke apna lund hilaye ja raha tha.
Main ki awaazein band nahi ho rahi thin –
“Ummmphh… ahhhh… ummm… ahhhh…
Dheere… nahi… tez… ahhhh…
Lund… dono… taraf… ahhhhh…”
ANITA PATEL
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