Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Do mahine se bhi zyada ka waqt guzar chuka tha us pehli toofan wali Purnima ki raat ko, jab Vikram ne pehli baar Priya ki marzi ke bina us par apna haq jamaya tha. Us ek raat ke baad se dono ki zindagi ka dharra hi badal gaya tha. Un do mahinon mein unke beech ka jism ka rishta itna gehra, itna behisaab aur itna regular ho chuka tha ki Priya ka poora wajood ab Vikram ke lund ka aadi ho gaya tha.

Subah ki pehli kiran se lekar raat ke gahre andhere tak, is island ka har ek kona unki chudai ka gawah ban chuka tha. Kabhi saaf, mulayam ret par jahan samundar ki laherein unke pairon ko chhooti thi, toh kabhi lake ke thande, saaf paani mein ek-doosre se lipat kar. Kabhi unke chhote se hut ke andar sookhi pattiyon ke bister par. Unki chudai mein ab koi sharm nahi bachi thi.
Vikram usse alag-alag tareeqon se leta tha. Kabhi Priya uske upar baith kar, apne heavy D-cup boobs ko dono haathon se pakad kar, uske lambay aur thick lund par khud ko ooper-neeche karti, ghutno ke bal hilti hui pagal ho jaati. Kabhi Vikram usse doggy position mein peeche se pakad kar itne jor-jor se dhakke maarta ki Priya ke bade boobs ret par ragad khate aur uski cheekhein poore jungle mein goonjti. Mating press mein toh woh uske dono leg fold karke uski chhati se laga deta aur itna deep ghusata ki Priya ko lagta ki uska lund uske pet ke aar-paar ho jaayega. Uske cum se uski chut har raat itni bhar jaati thi ki subah tak uski taango ke beech se safed garmi nikalati rehti thi.
In do mahinon ke behisaab physical intimacy aur mardana dominance ne Priya ke dimaag se purani duniya ke kai panno ko dhundhla kar diya tha. Ab woh kabhi-kabhi intense sex ke beech, jab Vikram uske nipple ko muh mein bhar kar chus raha hota ya uski chut ke sabse deep point par dhakke maar raha hota, toh uske muh se anjaane mein "Husband... ahh... mere pati..." nikal jata tha. Lekin phir bhi, uske dil ke kisi ek bohot chhote aur andhere kone mein guilt ka ek kaala sa saaya hamesha baitha rehta tha—Raj aur Arjun ka saaya.
Us din subah ki shuruaat aam dino jaisi nahi thi. Vikram Priya ka haath pakad kar usse lake ke bilkul shanti wale kinare par le gaya. Paani ki satah aaine ki tarah saaf thi aur suraj ki pehli kiran unke jism par pad rahi thi. Vikram ne Priya ko apni taraf ghumaya. Uska chhera sanjida tha, lekin aakhon mein ek ajeeb sa junoon tha.
Usne Priya ka nazuk, soft haath apne majboot, rough haath mein liya aur low lekin bohot clear aawaz mein bola,
"Priya... do mahine ho gaye hain us raat ko. Un do mahinon mein maine tujhe har din, har raat liya hai. Teri yeh chut ab poori tarah meri ho chuki hai. Tere in bhare hue boobs se main har din doodh peeta hoon. Tu har raat mere cum se bhar kar soti hai. Tu jism se toh meri ban hi chuki hai... lekin ab main aur intezaar nahi kar sakta. Aaj main tujhe poori tarah, har tarike se apni biwi banana chahta hoon. Is island ke tarike se. Ek Tribal Shaadi. Kal. Sirf hum dono ke beech... lekin hamesha ke liye."
Priya ka dil ek pal ke liye jaise ruk gaya. Uske sine mein ek dhamaka sa hua. Usne turant apni dark brown aakhein neeche kar li. Dimaag mein ek saath saikdo khayal daudne lage.
Raj ka woh gambhir aur kaam mein dooba hua chehra...
Arjun ki woh masoom, pyaar bhari aakhein...
Us bada sa ghar jahan woh ek izzatdar parivar ki bahu, ek zimmedar biwi aur ek pyari maa thi...
Lekin agle hi pal uske dimaag mein is island ki sachai aayi. Pichle do mahinon se woh is mard ke jism par, uske lund ki garmi par jee rahi thi. Jab usse bhook lagti thi, toh yeh mard uske boobs se doodh peeta tha aur woh uske cum ko protein ki tarah leti thi. Uska jism ab Vikram ke bina adhura tha. Uske lund ke bina uski chut mein ek ajeeb si khalish rehne lagi thi. Woh raat ko uski chhati se chipke bina so nahi paati thi. Purani duniya ab bohot door, ek sapne ki tarah lag rahi thi jahan se wapas lautna shayad ab kabhi mumkin nahi tha.
Priya ne ek lambi saans li, uske boobs white cloth ke andar ooper-neeche hue. Usne dheere se kaha, "Vikram... main... mujhe thoda waqt chahiye. Main sochna chahti hoon."
Vikram ne us par koi dabav nahi daala. Usne bas uske maathe ko chooma aur usse space de diya.
Poora din Priya akeli ghoomti rahi. Woh lake ke paas baith kar paani mein apni parchhai dekhti, jungle ke rasto par akeli chalti, aur phir apne chhote se hut mein aakar let jaati. Uske dimaag mein bas ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha—kya woh sach mein Raj ko bhool kar, apne bete ko peeche chhor kar is primitive mard ki biwi ban sakti hai?
Woh khud se sawal kar hi rahi thi ki achanak uske dimaag mein ek baat kaudhi—Arjun ka birthdaykab hai?
Priya ne apne sar ko dono haathon se pakad liya. Usne dimaag par bohot zor daala, tareeqein count karne ki koshish ki, lekin is island par din aur raat ke alawa koi calendar nahi tha. Itne mahinon ke physical satisfaction, chudai aur survival ke beech woh time ka hisaab hi bhool chuki thi. Phir usse ehsaas hua... aashwin ka mahina... mausam ki yeh thand... Arjun ka birthday shayad aaj hi tha. Ya phir kal!
Yeh sochate hi Priya ka dil baith gaya. Aansoo uski aankhon se nikal kar uske gaalon par bahne lage. Uska akelapan aur guilt apne peak par tha. Uska iklota beta, jisse woh jaan se zyada pyaar karti thi, aaj apna birthday mana raha hoga (ya uske gham mein ro raha hoga), aur woh yahan ek doosre mard ke lund ki deewani hokar usse tribal shaadi karne ka faisla lene ja rahi thi. Yeh khayal uske seene mein chhuri ki tarah ghupa. Lekin is guilt ke bilkul neeche ek ajeeb si thakan bhi thi—halaat se ladne ki thakan. Woh jaanti thi ki ab wapas lautne ka koi rasta nahi hai. Is island par Vikram hi uska maalik, uska protector aur uska sab kuch tha.
Shaam ko jab Vikram shikaar se wapas aaya, toh usne dekha ki Priya hut ke bahar baithi hui thi. Uski aakhein lal thi, aansoo se bhari hui, lekin un aakhon mein ek final surrender tha.
Priya ne Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uske muscular jism, uski chhati ke baalon aur uske strong chehre ko dekha. Usne bilkul soft, kaanpti hui aawaz mein kaha,
"Main... main taiyar hoon, Vikram. Kal... kal kar lo shaadi. Main teri biwi banne ko taiyar hoon. Is island par. Tere tarike se."
Vikram ne ek shabd nahi bola. Usne aage badh kar Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur itna tight hug kiya ki Priya ke heavy boobs uski chhati se poori tarah chipak gaye. Vikram ne uske kaale, lambe baalon mein apna muh chhipa kar kaha, "Ab tu meri hai, Priya. Poori tarah meri."
Us raat Vikram ne usse choda nahi. Usne bas Priya ko apni nangi baahon mein lapet kar rakha. Priya ne uske seene par apna sar rakha aur uski tez heartbeat sunte hue aakhein band kar li. Guilt abhi bhi tha, lekin us guilt ke neeche ab ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha—faisla lene ka sukoon.
Agli subah hoti hi Vikram ne shaadi ki taiyariyan shuru kar di.
Usne jungle ke andar se khushboodar fresh flowers, soft green leaves aur ek bohot hi strong jhad ki vine (bel) se do band banaye. Lake ke bilkul kinare, ek saaf khuli jagah ko chunha gaya. Vikram ne do bade pathar ek doosre ke samne rakhe aur beech mein ek chhotasa hawan-kund jaisa setup banakar sookhi lakdiyon se aag jala di. Yeh uska apna jungle-tarika tha—bina kisi pandit, bina kisi mantra ke, bas nature ko witness banakar.
Dopahar tak sab kuch ready tha.
Priya ne lake ke thande paani mein acche se nahaya. Usne apne lambe, kaale baal khule chhor diye jo uske hips tak aa rahe the. Usne apne jism par sirf ek halka sa white cloth wrap kiya jo uske heavy D-cup boobs aur bhare hue hips ko barely cover kar raha tha. Uske gale mein Vikram ka diya hua pehla vine-band pehle se tha.
Nahane ke baad, Priya apne hut mein gayi. Usne kone mein rakhi hui us puraani waterproof marine walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Usne switch ko ON kiya aur uski frequency ko bilkul khula chhod diya. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa khayal aaya—Agar koi sun raha ho... agar mera Arjun frequency scan kar raha ho... toh kam se kam us tak yeh baat pahunch jaaye ki uski maa ab is duniya mein kisi aur mard ki biwi ban chuki hai. Usse pata chal jaaye ki uski maa ab mar chuki hai aur yeh ek nayi aurat hai.
Walkie-talkie ko haath mein pakde hue woh lake ke kinare pahunchi. Vikram wahan pehle se khada tha. Uske waist par sirf ek dark cloth lapata hua tha. Uska muscular chest, broad shoulders aur 8-inch ka lund kapde ke andar se saaf shape dikha raha tha. Dopahar ki dhoop mein uska jism chamak raha tha.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka haath pakada. Dono aag ke samne, un do patharon ke beech khade ho gaye.



Vikram ne sabse pehle vine se bana hua naya band Priya ke haath mein pehnaya. Phir usne ek sharp pathar uthaya aur apni hatheli par ek chhotasa cut lagaya. Uske baad usne Priya ki hatheli par bhi ek chhotasa cut lagaya aur dono ke khoon ko ek doosre se ragad kar mila diya.

Vikram ne aag ki taraf dekhte hue, ek buland aur clear aawaz mein kaha,
"Is island ke samne, is aasmaan aur is aag ke samne... main tujhe apni aurat, apni biwi declare karta hoon, Priya. Tera yeh jism, teri yeh chut, tere yeh bade boobs, tera dil... sab ab mera hai. Main tera pati hoon. Main tujhe rakhunga, tujhe chodunga, aur hamesha apna bana ke rakhunga."
Priya ki aakhon se aansoo bahne lage. Usne apne doosre haath mein pakdi hui walkie-talkie ko aur thoda tight pakad liya. Usne aag ki taraf dekha, uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi lekin usme ek finality thi:
"Main... main teri biwi banti hoon, Vikram. Is island par. Tere liye. Ab se main sirf teri hoon... mere pati."
Vikram ne usse turant apni taraf kheencha aur uske honton par ek bohot hi deep aur passionate kiss jad diya. Us kiss mein unke khoon ka taste tha, Priya ke aansoo ka namkeen pan tha, aur ek naye rishte ka acceptance tha. Kiss karte-karte Vikram ke haath Priya ke jism par lapte hue white cloth par gaye aur usne ek jhatke mein usse khol kar feek diya. Priya ne bhi aage badh kar Vikram ke waist se cloth hata diya.
Dono dopahar ki khuli dhoop mein, aag ke samne poori tarah nange khade the.
Vikram ne Priya ko mulayam pattiyon ke bister par litaya. Usne Priya ki dono gori, bhari hui taango ko poora faila diya. Apna lamba, mota, pehle se hi lohe ki tarah tight aur hard lund Priya ki geeli chut ke munh par set kiya. Priya ne walkie-talkie ko apne sar ke paas, ret par ON hi rakh diya—mic bilkul unke muh aur jism ke paas tha.



Vikram ne apne hips ko aage kiya aur ek hi deep, powerful stroke mein apna poora 8-inch ka lund Priya ki tight chut mein andar tak ghusaa diya.

"Aaaahhhhhh... V-Vikrammmm!"
Priya ne cheekhte hue uske broad shoulders ko tight pakad liya. Uske boobs jhatke se ooper-neeche hile. Vikram ne uske honton ko choomte hue dheere-dheere rhythm pakadna shuru kiya. Har ek dhakka poori length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uterus ke munh tak takrata.
"Ab se yeh chut sirf meri hai," Vikram ne uske kaan par daant katte hue kaha. "Meri biwi ki chut hai yeh!"
Priya ne apni aakhein band kar li. Gaalon par aansoo bahte rahe, lekin uske muh se aane wali moans ab ruki nahi ruki. Usne apni taangon ko Vikram ki kamar ke gird lapet liya aur usse apne aur close kheench liya.
"Haan... aahhh... teri... s-sirf teri... ahhh... mere husband... main teri biwi hoon... m-mujhe aur deep chodo... ahhh!"
Doosri Taraf – Mainland (Arjun Ka Room)
Usi waqt, hazaron mile door, Raj Sharma ke banglow ke ek andhere room mein, 19 saal ka Arjun apne bed par baitha hua tha. Aaj uska birthday tha. Room mein ek chhotasa cake bina kata hua pada tha. Raj apne kaam mein busy tha, lekin Arjun ka dil apni maa ke bina ro raha tha.
Uske haath mein wahi high-powered marine walkie-talkie thi. Pichle do mahinon mein usne kai baar ajeeb-ajeeb aawazein suni thi—apni maa ke doodh peene ki, blowjob ki, moans ki... lekin uske paas koi proof nahi tha. Aaj apne birthday par bhi woh bas us frequency ko scan kar raha tha, shayad ek aakhri umeed mein.
Achanak, walkie-talkie ke speaker se static ki aawaz kam hui aur ek bilkul clear audio aane lagi.
Aag ke chatakne ki aawaz...
Samundar ki laheron ki aawaz...
Aur phir... do logon ki aawaz.
Arjun ke kaan khade ho gaye. Usne walkie-talkie ko apne kaan se laga liya.
“Is island ke samne... main tujhe apni aurat, apni biwi declare karta hoon, Priya... Tera yeh jism, teri yeh chut, tere yeh bade boobs... sab ab mera hai. Main tera pati hoon...”
Arjun ka jism tharthar kaanpne laga. Yeh wohi heavy, mardana aawaz thi. Lekin agli aawaz ne Arjun ki rooh kaamp di.
“Main... main teri biwi banti hoon, Vikram... Ab se main sirf teri hoon... mere pati.”
"Nahi... Mummy... NAHI!" Arjun zor se chillaya, lekin uski aawaz us andhere room mein hi dab kar reh gayi.
Uske baad jo static ke beech se aawazein aayi, unhone Arjun ko andar tak tod kar rakh diya. Unclothed jismon ke ragadane ki aawaz, ek heavy mard ke dhakko ki thap-thap aawaz, aur uski apni maa ki behisaab moans.
“Aaaahhhhhh... V-Vikrammmm... Aahhh... husband... main teri biwi hoon... m-mujhe aur deep chodo... ahhh!”
Arjun bed par gir pada. Uski aakho se pat-pat aansoo girne lage. Uski apni maa, jisse woh poori duniya mein sabse pawan manta tha, aaj apne birthday ke din woh sun raha tha ki uski maa kisi aur mard ki biwi ban chuki thi aur uske lund par besharm hokar chud rahi thi.
Gham, sadma, guilt aur ek ajeeb sa dark arousal ek saath Arjun ke jism mein daud gaya. Uski aakho se continuous aansoo bah rahe the, uska dil ro raha tha, lekin uski jeans ke andar uska lund lohe ki tarah tight ho chuka tha. Arjun ne kaanpne haathon se apni jeans ki zip kholi. Usne apna lund bahar nikala aur walkie-talkie se aati hui apni maa ki “husband... mujhe aur chodo...” ki aawazon ko sunte hue rone ke saath-saath tez-tez muth marna shuru kar diya.
"Mummy... aapne yeh kya kiya... Mummy... ahh..." Arjun ro raha tha, cheekh raha tha, lekin uska haath apne lund par rukh nahi raha tha. Woh apni hi maa ki doosri shaadi aur suhaagrat ki aawaz par muth maar raha tha.


Island Par

Vikram ne Priya ko lagbhag do ghante tak non-stop choda. Har ek position mein—pehle saaf leaves par litakar, phir lake ke paas khada karke, aur aakhir mein doggy position mein Priya ke dono boobs ko peeche se pakad kar.
Jab Vikram apne climax par pahuncha, usne Priya ki kamar ko kas ke pakada aur apne lund ko bilkul deep inside push karke apna poora ka poora garam cum Priya ki chut ke andar bhar diya.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Priya ne ek lambi cheekh maari aur uska jism climax ke jhatkon se kaanp utha.




Dono haafte hue ret par ek doosre se lipat kar gir pade. Vikram ne Priya ko apne seene se laga liya. Priya ne apna sar uske muscular seene par rakh diya. Walkie-talkie abhi bhi paas mein padi hui thi, jisme se halki static ki aawaz aa rahi thi.

Aag ab dheere-dheere bujh chuki thi. Shaam ki thandak island par phailne lagi thi.
Priya ne apni aakhein band ki. Aansoo ab sookh chuke the. Guilt ka woh kaala dhabba abhi bhi dil mein kahin tha, lekin ab us par ek naya haq jam chuka tha.
Priya ab Raj Sharma ki biwi nahi rahi thi.
Woh ab Vikram ki biwi thi.
Is island ke hisaab se.
Is naye wajood ke hisaab se.




Aag ki laptein ab shaant ho chuki thin, aur unki jagah halka sa laal dhuan hawa mein tair raha tha. Samundar ki thandi hawa unke nange, paseene se chamakte jismon ko chhoo kar guzar rahi thi. Shaadishuda zindagi ki pehli chudai ke baad, Vikram aur Priya ek doosre ke jism ki garmi ko sametate hue khade hue.

Vikram ne Priya ka soft, gora haath apne bade, rough haath mein thaam liya. Priya ki nazuk ungliyan Vikram ki choti mein bilkul chhotisi lag rahi thin. Unke gale mein wohi bel se bana vine-band tha, aur haath par bhi khoon ke sookhe hue marks aur bel ka band bandha hua tha. Lake ke kinare se hut ki taraf chalte hue unke nange shoulders ek doosre se ragad khate. Priya ke andar ek ajeeb sa sannata tha—guilt ka kaala saaya abhi bhi dimaag ke kisi kone mein duppka baitha tha, lekin us guilt ke upar ab ek naya, garma-garam aur soft ehsaas chha gaya tha. Woh ab Vikram ki biwi thi. Is sunsaan, primitive island par, is qaddawar mard ki officially aurat.
Hut ke chhote se darwaze se andar daakhil hote hi, andhera aur sookhi leaves ki khushboo ne unhe gher liya. Vikram ne ek pal ka waqt bhi nahi gavaya. Usne Priya ka haath chhod kar usse kamar se pakada aur ek jhatke mein hut ki lakdi ki deewar se laga diya.
Priya ki saans atak gayi. Usne apni dark brown aakhein uthai, toh dekha ki Vikram ki aakhon mein ek naya junoon tha. Usne jhuk kar Priya ke rasiye honton ko apne honton mein bhar liya. Is baar ki kiss mein pehle jaisi sirf ek tarfa bhook ya havass nahi thi; isme ek naya, gehra possession tha—apni cheez par haq jamane wala pyaar. Usne Priya ke lower lip ko halka sa daant se kaata, phir apni jeebh uske muh ke andar daal kar har ek kone ko explore karne laga. Priya ne bhi apni baahein Vikram ke muscular shoulders ke gird lapet li. Uske heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ki chhati se poori tarah press ho rahe the, aur unki garmi dono ko behka rahi thi.
Vikram ke bade, khurdure haath ne neeche jhuk kar Priya ke jism par lipti hui patli leaf-wrap ko upar ki taraf sarka diya.
Priya ke bhare hue, heavy breasts andhere mein free ho gaye. Vikram ne apne dono haathon mein un heavy boobs ko bhar liya aur unhe kas ke press karne laga. Uski thumbs Priya ke dark, erect nipples par soft circles banane lagi. Phir woh thoda neeche jhuka aur ek bade nipple ko poora apne garam muh mein bhar liya.
Slurp... wet... deep sucking...




Priya ka sar pichhe ki taraf dhalk gaya. Uske muh se ek lambi, rasili moan nikal gayi.

"Aahhh... Vi-Vikram... Mmmhh..."
Vikram ne doosre breast ko bhi same tarike se apne muh mein bhara, apni jeebh se nipple ko roll kiya aur usse chusne laga. Phir uske garam hont neeche ki taraf slide hue—Priya ke gale par, uski collarbone par, aur uske soft, smooth pet par. Vikram ke haath ne Priya ki dono soft thighs ko pakad kar thoda aur spread kar diya.
Jab uski garam ungliyan Priya ki hairy, geeli chut par pahunchi, toh woh pehle se hi behisaab paani chhod chuki thi. Vikram ne uski soft lips ko apni ungliyon se slowly part kiya aur ek lambi ungli poori andar tak daal di.
Priya ki kamar ek jhatke mein ooper ki taraf uchhal gayi. "Mmmhhh... ahh!"
Vikram ne ek aur ungli andar ghusaa di. Slow, deep, curling strokes. Uski thumb bahar se Priya ki sensitive clit par continuously soft pressure de rahi thi. Priya ne apne hont Vikram ke majboot shoulder par tika diye, uski skin par daant katte hue soft moans nikalne lagi. Vikram ne apna muh ooper laakar Priya ke honton par fir se ek deep kiss jad di, jabki neeche uski ungliyan lagatar uski chut ko finger kar rahi thin—halka wet, squelching sound poore hut mein goonj raha tha.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne apni ungliyon ko chut ki garmi se bahar nikala. Usne un ungliyon par lage paani ko apne 8-inch lambay, nange lund par achhi tarah rub kiya. Priya ki chut ki wetness se usne apne motay tip ko poora geela kar liya.
Phir usne apna lamba, thick lund Priya ki geeli chut ke outer lips par rub karna shuru kiya—upar se neeche, clit par pressure dete hue, aur entrance par set karte hue. Priya ki saansain bohot tez ho gayi thin. Uska poora jism ek ajeeb si garmi se kaanp raha tha.
Usne apni aakhein khol kar Vikram ko dekha. Uske chehre par ek soft, shy, lekin bilkul clear desire thi. Sharam aur haq ka ek ajeeb sa mix tha. Usne Vikram ki aakhon mein aakhein daal kar, apni aawaz mein pehli baar itni openly aur besharmi se kaha,
"Fuck me... husband..."
Vikram ki dark brown aakhon mein ek junooni flash aaya. Usne Priya ki dono bhari hui taangon ko thoda aur failaya, apne motay lund ke tip ko uski tight entrance par set kiya, aur ek deep, slow, continuous stroke mein apna poora 8-inch lund uski chut mein andar tak utar diya.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh..."



Priya ki aakhein jhatke se band ho gayi. Head pichhe tika diya. Itna bada... itna thick lund. Uske purane pati, Raj ke lund se yeh kaafi bada aur mota tha. Woh lund uski chut ki har ek deewar ko stretch karke poori tarah andar tak bhar raha tha. Priya ne feel kiya ki kaise uska lund uske uterus ke munh tak jaakar baith gaya tha. Ek ajeeb si full feeling—jaise uska jism jo pichle kai saalon se adhura tha, aaj poori tarah bhar gaya ho.

Usne socha—Yeh lund ab mera hai. Yeh mera pati hai. Yeh mujhe har din, har raat aise hi satisfy karega. Yeh khayal dimaag mein aate hi Priya ke chehre par ek soft, almost happy aur satisfied expression aa gaya.
Vikram ne Priya ke honton par ek halki, warm kiss ki aur dheere-dheere apni kamar ko move karna shuru kiya. Long, deep, rhythmic strokes. Har baar lund poora bahar nikalta, chut ke lips se ragad khata, aur phir ek slow, powerful stroke mein poora andar tak chala jata. Priya ne Vikram ki broad back par apni ungliyan gadh di. Uske heavy D-cup breasts har ek dhakke ke saath Vikram ki chhati se press ho rahe the, aur niche unka friction ek alag hi aawaz bana raha tha.
"Ahh... ahh... husband... ahhh... itna... bada... ahhh... mmmhh..."
Vikram ne jhuk kar uske kaan mein apni heavy, low aawaz mein kaha, "Ab yeh lund sirf tera hai, Priya. Tere pati ka lund. Tujhe poora satisfy karega... har din."
Priya ne apni aakhein band kar li. Uske pink honton par ek soft smile aagayi. Usne Vikram ko aur tightly apne seene se chipka liya aur uske har ek dhakke ko poori tarah receive karti rahi. Uski chut ab uske bade, thick lund ko bilkul apna bana chuki thi. Har stroke par usse feel ho raha tha ki yeh mard usse pehle se kahin zyada bhar raha hai, uske andar ke sabse gehre point ko touch kar raha hai.
Is baar ka sex tez ya aggressive nahi tha.
Yeh deep tha.
Possessive tha.
Ek pati aur biwi wala sex tha.
Priya ke mouth se aane wali moans soft, rasili aur continuous thin.
Uske chehre par ab koi dard nahi tha, koi sharam nahi thi—
sirf ek quiet, deep, aur sachhi satisfaction thi.
Woh ab poori tarah Vikram ki biwi ban chuki thi.
Aur yeh bada, thick, mardana lund
ab hamesha ke liye uska tha.




Hut ke andar ki woh pehli shaadishuda, aahista aur gehri chudai ke baad, mahaul mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon, ek nayaapan ghul gaya tha. Priya ke chehre par ek aisi rangat aur honton par ek aisi halki si sharmili smile thi jo usne pichle kai mahinon mein kabhi nahi mehsoos ki thi.

Vikram abhi bhi uske upar hi leta hua tha. Uska lund Priya ki garma-garam chut ke andar dhal kar aahista-aahista soft ho raha tha. Douran-e-chudai ka paseena unke jismon par chamak raha tha. Achanak, Priya ne apne gore, narm haath Vikram ki broad, muscular chest par rakhe aur usse thoda sa peeche dhakelte hue dheere se kaha,
“Chhod na… ek second ke liye.”
Vikram ne apni dark brown aakhon se usse dekha aur halka sa peeche hat gaya. Priya bed se uthi. Usne apne jism par lipta hua saara cloth ek hi jhatke mein zameen par fenk diya. Ab woh poori tarah nangi thi—andhere aur roshni ke beech uske heavy D-cup breasts, uska soft, gora pet, aur uski hairy chut poori tarah azaad the. Usne Vikram ki taraf ek naughty, chamakti hui nazar se dekha. Uske honton par ek chulbuli hasi aagayi. Phir woh hut ke darwaze ki taraf mudi aur nangi hi bahar ki taraf bhaag padi.
“Catch me… husband!”
Usne peeche mud kar aawaz di. Uski aawaz mein ek aisi azadi aur khushi thi jo is island par usne pehle kabhi nahi dikhai thi.
Vikram ek pal ke liye hairan reh gaya. Usne Priya ke nange, chamakte hue jism ko bahar bhaagte dekha, aur phir uske muh par bhi ek slow, mardana smile aagayi. Usne bhi apna cloth jhatke se utaar kar fenk diya aur uske peeche nikal pada. Uski kamar ke neeche uska lund hawa lagte hi phir se phoolne aur hard hone laga tha.
Bahar chaandni raat apna poora jaadu bikher rahi thi. Aasmaan mein saikdo sitare chamak rahe the, aur samundar ki mithaas bhari thandi hawa unke nange jismon se takra rahi thi. Soft, safed sand unke nange pairon ke neeche dabaav bana rahi thi. Priya shore ki taraf daud rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath uske heavy, bhare hue boobs ooper-neeche jhool rahe the, aur uski soft, bhari hui ass chaandni ki roshni mein hilti hui bohot hi haseen lag rahi thi. Vikram uske bilkul peeche tha—uska tall, muscular, nanga body chaandni mein chamak raha tha. Uska 8-inch ka lund pehle se hi lohe ki tarah tight ho chuka tha.




Shore ke bilkul paas, jahan thandi laherein ret ko bhigo rahi thin, Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ko kamar se pakad liya. Dono soft sand par gir pade.

Hasi, khushi aur saans phoolne ki aawazein ek saath hawa mein ghul gayi. Vikram ne Priya ko turant apni taraf ghumaya, uske dono haathon ko sar ke ooper ret par pakad kar daab diya, aur uske heavy breasts ko apne dono bade haathon mein bhar kar kas ke press kiya. Phir usne jhuk kar ek deep, messy aur passionate kiss jad diya. Priya uske muh ke andar hi has rahi thi, uski jeebh ko choos rahi thi.
Phir Vikram ne usse ghumakar ret par ulta lita diya.
Priya ab soft sand par doggy position mein thi—uske heavy breasts neeche ret se lag rahe the, aur uski gori, bhari hui ass ooper ki taraf raised thi. Uske soft knees thode faile hue the. Chaandni raat mein uska nanga, chamakta hua jism bilkul saaf aur rasiya dikh raha tha. Vikram uske peeche aagaya. Usne apne dono khurdure haath Priya ki soft ass par rakhe, uske cheekh ko thoda failaya, aur apna hard, thick, 8-inch lund uski geeli, garam chut ke entrance par set kiya. Uski chut se pehle se hi paani ris raha tha.
“Ready… wife?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas apni low, heavy voice mein poocha.
Priya ne apna sar peeche ghumakar dekha. Uski aakhon mein sharm, hasi aur behisaab desire ek saath float kar rahi thi. Usne bina kisi jhijhak ke kah diya,
“Haan… andar daal de… husband…”
Vikram ne apni kamar ko aage kheencha aur ek hi deep, strong stroke mein apna poora 8-inch ka thick lund Priya ki chut mein andar tak dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!!”
Priya ki ek bhari, rasiya moan chaandni raat mein samundar ki laheron ke saath fail gayi. Uski aakhein band ho gayi. Vikram ne uski kamar ko dono haathon se tightly pakad liya aur pure rhythm ke saath usse doggy position mein chodna shuru kar diya. Har ek thrust full length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uterine mouth tak takrata.
Thup… thup… thup… thup…
Gehli, solid chudai ki aawaz soft sand aur samundar ki laheron ke beech goonjne lagi. Priya ke heavy breasts har ek dhakke ke saath neeche ret par ragad kha rahe the. Uske muh se continuous, heavy moans nikal rahi thin.
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhhh… aur… zor se… husband… ahhhh!”
Vikram ne apni speed aur badha di. Uske strong hips continuously Priya ki soft ass se takra rahe the. Unke jismon ke friction se ek alag hi wetness aur thap-thap ki aawaz aa rahi thi. Vikram ne ek haath aage badha kar Priya ke ek heavy breast ko neeche se pakada aur kas ke nichoda, jabki doosre haath se uski kamar ko hold kiye hue tezz, gahre dhakke maarta raha. Priya ki moans aur tez aur besharam hoti gayi.




Ahhh… ahhh… Vikram… tera lund… ahhhh… itna… bada… ahhhh… meri chut… phaad de…!!”

Aasmaan mein sitare unke ooper chamak rahe the.
Thandi hawa unke nange, paseene se bhare bodies par chal rahi thi.
Neeche soft, mualayam sand thi.
Aur unke beech
sirf continuous, gehli, bhaari thup-thup-thup
aur ek nayi biwi ki pure pleasure bhari heavy moans thin.
Vikram ne Priya ke lambe kaale baal ek haath mein liye aur halka sa pichhe kheencha, angle ko aur better kar diya. Ab har ek stroke uske bilkul deep core ko hit kar raha tha. Priya ke haath kamzor padne lage, woh almost apne chehre ke bal ret par girne wali thi, lekin usne apni kamar ooper uthaye rakhi aur apne pati ke dhakkon ko poore junoon se le rahi thi.
“Haan… aise hi… ahhhh… husband… aur deep… ahhhh…!!”
Us raat
chaandni ki roshni mein,
soft sand ke upar,
ek pati apni nayi biwi ko
poori ताकत se,
poore maza se
chod raha tha.
Aur woh
dil se khush thi.