16-08-2026, 02:09 PM
YE JO UPDATE AB HE VO SIRF MERI RK FANTASY HE
YE MERI LIFE ME NA HUI VO GHATNA HE JO LIKH RAHI HU
TO USE SACH MAT MANNA
Agle din subah.
Main hotel se ghar wapas aayi thi. Body abhi bhi thaki hui thi, thighs ke beech halki si jalan, neck aur boobs pe Kalu ji ke kiss aur bite ke nishaan. Husband ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – thake hue chehre, thodi si red aankhein, aur short dress jo ab wrinkled thi.
Usne seedha poocha, “Paise aa gaye the. Ab details bata.”
Main chup chaap andar gayi. Usne mera haath pakad kar sofa pe bithaya. “Bol. Usne kya-kya kiya? Kitni baar? Kahan-kahan?”
Maine dheere-dheere bataya – muh, chut, positions, uska mota lund, cum… sab. Husband sunta raha, uske face pe gussa aur ek strange excitement mix tha. Usne mera face pakda, “Achha. Ab so ja. Kal baat karte hain.”
Subah 11 baje ke kareeb husband ka phone baja. Unknown number nahi – Kalu ji ka number save tha ab. Usne speaker pe laga diya aur mujhe ishara kiya ki sunoon.
Kalu ji ki gehre awaaz aayi:
“Hello… husband ji. Main Kalu bol raha hoon.”
Husband ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, “Bol. Kya chaahiye?”
Kalu ji ne dheere se kaha, “Kal raat acchi thi. Aapki biwi ne sab kuch diya. Paise bhi de diye the aapko. Ab ek naya offer hai.”
Husband ne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya offer?”
“Panch lakh rupaye. Cash. Main Anita ko Goa le jaana chahta hoon. Paanch din. Poora. Flight, hotel, sab main arrange karunga. Wahan main uske saath rahunga – din-raat. Jo chaahunga karunga. Aapko panch lakh milenge. Aadha abhi advance, aadha wapas aane pe.”
Husband thodi der chup raha. Usne meri taraf dekha. Main sofa pe baithi thi, dil tezz dhadak raha tha.
Husband ne poocha, “Panch lakh? Itna kyun?”
Kalu ji ne jawab diya, “Kyunki wahan main usse poora time chahunga. Beach, hotel room, raat bhar. Uske body ko main apna samjhunga paanch din. Aapko paise chahiye, mujhe aapki biwi. Dono ki zarurat phir se poori ho jaayegi. Aap soch lo. Agar haan, toh aaj hi booking kar deta hoon.”
Husband ne mera face dekha. Uske aankhon mein hisaab chal raha tha – paise, jealousy, aur woh strange acceptance jo pehle raat se shuru hua tha.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Anita… tu jaana chahti hai?”
Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Jo aap kahoge…”
Husband ne phone pe wapas kaha, “Theek hai. Panch lakh. Lekin conditions. Pehle 2.5 lakh aaj transfer. Baaki wapas aane pe. Aur har din mujhe message karna – kya horaha hai. Photos bhi. Samjha?”
Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Ho jaayega. Main abhi 2.5 lakh transfer karta hoon. Flight kal subah ki hai – 8 baje. Goa direct. Hotel beach pe hai, private villa type. Anita ko taiyar karke airport bhej dena. Main wahan milunga.”
Call cut hua.
Husband ne phone side mein rakha. Usne mera haath pakda. “Tu jaa rahi hai. Paanch din. Uske saath. Panch lakh ke liye. Ab taiyari kar.”
Usne mere liye list banayi. “Packing: uske pasand ke kapde. Short dresses, bikinis, lingerie – black, red, transparent. Heels. Makeup. Perfume. Kuch bhi ghar jaisa nahi. Jo usse aur garam kare.”
Poora din taiyari chali.
Maine suitcase khola. Pehle lingerie – black lace sets, red thong, transparent nighty, ek open-cup bra. Phir dresses – short maroon, black bodycon, ek white beach dress jo geela hone pe transparent ho jaaye. Do bikinis – ek micro black, ek red string wali. Heels, sandals. Makeup pouch, body lotions, perfume.
Husband room mein baitha raha, dekhte hue. Kabhi-kabhi bolta, “Yeh pehenna uske saamne. Yeh bikini beach pe. Aur raat ko yeh transparent wali.”
Shaam ko usne mera phone check kiya. Kalu ji ne message kiya tha:
“2.5 lakh transfer ho gaya. Check kar lo. Kal 8 baje flight. Terminal 2. Main gate pe wait karunga. Anita ko acchi tarah taiyar karke bhejna. Paanch din meri hai.”
Husband ne bank app khola – haan, 2.5 lakh aa chuke the. Usne mera face pakda, “Ab tu uski paid biwi hai paanch din ke liye. Jo bolegi woh karna. Awaazein nikaalna. Photos bhejna. Aur wapas aake sab detail batana.”
Raat ko main so nahi paayi. Subah 5 baje uth gayi. Shower kiya. Body lotion, perfume. Black lace bra-panty pehni. Upar se short black dress – deep neck, thigh tak. Heels. Makeup dark. Baal loose waves.
Husband ne mujhe airport tak chhodne ke liye taxi call ki. Jaate time usne mera haath pakda, “Yaad rakh… yeh panch lakh ke liye hai. Aur teri jo bechaini hai woh bhi. Wapas aana. Safe.”
Airport pahunchi. Check-in. Security. Boarding. Flight mein window seat. Take-off ke time dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Neeche shehar chhota hota gaya. Dimag mein Kalu ji ka kala mota lund, uske haath, uski awaaz ghum rahi thi.
Do ghante baad Goa airport.
Main nikal kar exit ki taraf gayi. Wahan Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, sunglasses, uske strong kale body se confidence. Usne mujhe dekhte hi sunglasses hataye. Muskaan aayi.
“Aa gayi… bilkul ready.” Usne mera suitcase le liya. “Chal. Car wait kar rahi hai.”
Private car mein baithe. Driver aage. Peeche seat pe Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda, thighs pe haath feraya. “Paanch din. Poora. Aaj raat se hi shuru.”
Raaste mein usne poocha, “Husband ne kya kaha?”
Maine bataya, “Paise mil gaye. Har din message aur photos maange hain. Details.”
Kalu ji ne hasi, “Denge. Aaj raat pehli photo bhejenge usse – teri nangi body mere neeche.”
Hotel pahuncha – beachside private villa type. Gate se andar, palm trees, private pool, room seedha beach view. Suite tha – bada bed, glass windows, balcony.
Andar aate hi Kalu ji ne door lock kiya. Suitcase side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya.
Usne mera face pakda. “Ab yahan koi nahi. Sirf main aur tu. Paanch din.”
Usne mera dress ke zipper neeche kiya. Dress floor pe gir gaya. Black lace mein khadi thi main. Usne bra khola, panty neeche kheench di. Nangi.
Uske haath meri boobs pe, pet pe, chut pe. “Pehle bath. Phir beach. Phir room. Aaj raat lambi hai.”
Usne mujhe bathroom le gaya. Shower on kiya. Dono ne nude shower kiya. Uske kale haath meri gori body pe soap ferate hue, chut saaf karte hue, apna lund mere haath mein dekar stroke karwate hue.
Baad mein towels. Phir usne ek micro black bikini nikaal kar pehnaya – almost kuch nahi. “Beach chalte hain pehle. Log dekhenge. Phir wapas aake main tujhe chodunga.”
Main uske saath beach ki taraf chal padi – bikini mein, uska bada haath meri kamar pe, Goa ki dhoop aur hawa mein…
Villa ke room mein suitcase khula pada tha, bed badi thi, aur paanch din ka time shuru ho chuka tha.
Beach pe thodi der chalne ke baad Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda aur kaha, “Chal, thoda door. Kone mein. Wahan log kam hain.”
Hum palm trees ke peeche, ek isolated corner ki taraf badhe. Wahan sand soft thi, waves ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi. Main us micro black bikini mein thi – almost nangi, sirf thin strings. Upar se Kalu ji ne ek thin white nighty daal di thi jo hawa mein hil rahi thi. Nighty itni patli thi ki mera gora badan uske through clearly dikh raha tha – boobs ke shape, nipples ke dark circles, pet, aur neeche bikini ka triangle.
Hum wahan pahunche toh aawazein sunai diin.
Thodi door, do log the. Ek lambа-chada black foreigner – dark skin, strong muscular body, bald head. Uske saamne uski black partner thi – kaali, curvaceous, badi gaand, boobs heavy. Woh doggy style mein thi. Haath-pair sand pe, gaand upar uthae hue. Foreigner uske peeche khada tha, apna mota kala lund uski chut mein zor-zor se daal raha tha.
Thud-thud-thud…
Har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi. Black ladki ki siskariyan nikal rahi thin:
“Ahhh… yes… fuck me… deeper… ahhh… your big black cock… harder!”
Foreigner uske hips pakde hue tha, zor se pel raha tha. Uska lund nikalte-ghuste dikh raha tha – geela, chamakta hua. Kabhi woh uski gaand pe thappad maarta, toh ladki aur zor se chillati.
Kalu ji ne mujhe apne se chipka liya. Uske haath ne meri nighty ke neeche se bikini ke string ko side kiya aur meri chut pe ungli ferayi. Main pehle se hi geeli thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Dekh rahi hai? Itni openly… yahan.”
Main dekh rahi thi. Mera gora badan nighty ke through unki nazar mein aa gaya. Foreigner ne pehle humein notice kiya. Usne thrusting thodi slow ki, lekin band nahi ki. Uski aankhein meri taraf thin – nighty mein mere gore boobs, tight nipples, aur neeche meri chut ka shape.
Kalu ji ne uski black partner ko gaur se dekha. Uski kaali gaand hil rahi thi, juices uske thighs pe beh rahe the. Kalu ji ke lund ne jeans mein clear bulge bana liya.
Foreigner ne apni partner ke kaan mein kuch kaha. Ladki ne bhi humein dekha. Phir foreigner ne Kalu ji ki taraf ishara kiya – ek haath se meri taraf point kiya, doosre se apni partner ki gaand. Phir usne apne lund ko thoda bahar nikaal kar dikhaya aur phir se andar daal diya.
Kalu ji samajh gaya. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Woh swap chahta hai. Main uski kaali ko loon, woh tujhe.”
Maine halka sa sir hilaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Kalu ji ne foreigner ki taraf positive ishara kiya – thumbs up, phir meri kamar pakad kar thoda aage badhaya.
Foreigner ne apna lund apni partner se bahar nikaala. Woh abhi bhi fully hard tha – lambа, mota, dark, veins phooli hui. Usne apni partner ko kaha, “Go to him.”
Black ladki uth kar Kalu ji ke paas aayi. Uske boobs hil rahe the, chut se juices tapak rahe the. Kalu ji ne usse pakda, uske kaale nipples ko pinch kiya, phir usse ghodi bana diya sand pe.
Uske saath hi foreigner mere paas aaya. Uske bade, kale haath ne meri nighty ko upar uthaya aur ek jhatke mein utaar diya. Bikini ke strings faad diye. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne thi – gora badan, pink nipples, soft chut.
Usne mera face pakda, gehra kiss kiya – uski jeebh meri mouth mein, strong mint aur sex ki smell. Phir usne mujhe ghodi bana diya, bilkul apni partner jaisa. Mere haath sand pe, gaand upar.
Usne apna mota kala lund meri chut pe rub kiya. Tip se juices failaye, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch itna tha ki aankhein band ho gayin. Uska lund Kalu ji se bhi thoda mota lag raha tha us angle mein.
Woh peeche se pelne laga – deep, forceful, steady rhythm.
Thud… thud… thud…
Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi. Meri siskariyan nikalne lagiin:
“Ahhhh… ohhh… yes… deeper… ahhh… your cock is so big… fuck me… ahhhh!”
Foreigner ne mere hips pakad liye, aur tez kar diya. Uska balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main sand pe ungliyaan gaad rahi thi, siskariyan aur tezz:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… harder… please… ahhhh… I’m so full… ohhh god… yes… yes… ahhhh!”
Thodi door Kalu ji bhi black ladki ko chod raha tha. Uske dhakke sunai de rahe the, aur ladki ki awaazein:
“Ahhh… black cock… yes… stretch me… ahhh!”
Foreigner ne mera baal pakad liya, thoda kheenchа, aur aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:
“Aaaahhhh… fuck… yes… your big black dick… ahhhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… please… ahhhh!”
Meri body kaampne lagi. Chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage, thighs geele. Main ek strong orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:
“Ahhhhh… ahhhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh!”
Foreigner ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Phir usne position change kiya – mujhe uthaya, apni strong arms mein utha kar khade-khade pelne laga. Meri legs uske waist pe wrap thin. Har dhakke pe meri boobs uske kale chest se takra rahi thin.
“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… you’re so strong… fuck me… ahhhh!”
Usne meri gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Main aur zor se chillayi. Phir usne mujhe sand pe litaya, legs failayi, aur missionary mein aur tez chodne laga. Uska face mere face ke kareeb, uski gehre moans:
“Fuck… tight white pussy… so good… take this black cock…”
Main uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, nails uske back pe chala rahi thi:
“Ahhhh… yes… give it to me… ahhh… fill me… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”
Thodi der baad usne mujhe phir ghodi banaya. Is baar usne ek ungli meri gaand mein bhi daali jab woh chut mein pel raha tha. Main paagal si ho gayi:
“Aaaahhhh… both holes… ahhh… yes… stretch me… ahhhh… harder… ahhhh!”
Kalu ji bhi apni taraf se black ladki ko zor se chod raha tha. Dono couples ki aawazein mix ho rahi thin – siskariyan, thappad, skin ki awaaz, waves ki background.
Foreigner ne last mein speed bahut badha di. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:
“Ahhhhh… I’m cumming again… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhh!”
Usne bhi zor se dhakka maara aur mere andar deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses. Main uske lund ko tight pakde hue kaamp rahi thi, siskariyan ab soft moans mein badal gayin:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside me… ahhh…”
Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar thighs pe behne laga. Main sand pe litі hui thi, saansein tez, body bilkul used.
Kalu ji bhi black ladki ke andar cum karke usse chhod raha tha. Dono mard ek doosre ki taraf dekh kar muskuraaye. Foreigner ne mera face upar uthaya, ek aur kiss diya, phir kaha, “Good girl… tight white pussy.”
Kalu ji mere paas aaya, mujhe uthaya, apne se chipkaya. Uske haath ne meri geeli chut ko feel kiya – foreigner ka cum abhi bhi nikal raha tha.
“Ab wapas villa chalte hain,” usne kaha. “Paanch din abhi shuru hi hue hain. Aaj raat main bhi tujhe aise hi lunga… aur uska cum teri chut mein hokar.”
Main uske strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, nighty wapas pehni, lekin ab body pe sand, sweat, aur do alag cum ke nishaan the. Beach ke kone se hum villa ki taraf badhe… aawazein abhi bhi kaan mein gunj rahi thin.
Villa ke room mein wapas aaye toh bahar raat ho chuki thi. Beach ki hawa ab bhi body pe thi, sand ke thode nishaan thighs pe, aur meri chut mein abhi bhi foreigner ka cum thoda-thoda nikal raha tha. Kalu ji ne door band kiya, curtains kheench diye, sirf soft yellow lights on kiye.
Usne mera haath pakda aur bed ke paas le gaya. “Ab sirf hum dono. Paanch din ka pehla raat. Aaj main tujhe poora kholunga.”
Usne pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche giraaye. Nighty floor pe gir gayi. Phir usne micro bikini ke remaining strings ek-ek karke khole. Bra jaisa kuch nahi tha, sirf thin triangles the jo ab nahi rahe. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi – gora badan, thodi si sand chipki hui, nipples tight, chut swollen aur geeli.
Kalu ji ne apne kapde utaare. Black shirt, jeans, underwear – sab. Uska kala, bahut mota lund pehle se hi half-hard tha, phir meri nangi body dekhte hi fully khada ho gaya – veins dikh rahi thin, tip se thoda precum.
Woh mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Pehle foreplay. Main tera poora body taste karunga.”
Usne mujhe bed pe litaya. Khud mere upar jhuk gaya. Pehle lips pe gehra kiss – uski jeebh meri mouth mein dheere-dheere ghumti hui. Main uske baal pakad kar respond kar rahi thi. Kiss todte hue usne kaha, “Tera muh abhi bhi us foreigner ke kiss ki yaad dilata hai… lekin ab mera hai.”
Phir usne mere neck pe kiss kiye, kaan ke peeche, collarbone pe. Dheere-dheere neeche aaya. Ek boob ko haath se pakda, doosre ko muh mein le liya. Uski jeebh nipple ke around circles bana rahi thi, phir zor se suck. Main siski nikaali:
“Ahhhh… Kalu ji… soft… ahhh…”
Woh dono boobs ko baari-baari se chusta raha, kabhi daant se halka bite, kabhi jeebh se lick. Uske haath ne meri doosri boob ko masla, nipple ko pinch kiya. Main uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye hue thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:
“Uhhhh… yes… suck harder… ahhh… mere nipples… ahhh…”
Woh neeche aata gaya. Pet pe kiss, navel mein jeebh, phir thighs ke andar. Usne meri legs failayi. Meri chut uske saamne thi – pink, swollen, foreigner ka thoda cum abhi bhi dikh raha tha, aur meri khud ki geelaahat.
Usne soongha, phir kaha, “Isme abhi bhi uska cum hai… lekin main saaf karta hoon apni jeebh se.”
Usne lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main jhatak gayi:
“Ahhhh… ohhh god… your tongue… ahhh…”
Woh meri chut ko khol kar jeebh andar daalne laga – deep, circling, phir clit pe fast flicks. Ek ungli dheere se andar, phir doosri. Finger fuck ke saath jeebh clit pe continuous. Main bed sheets pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:
“Ahhhh… yes… eat me… ahhh… deeper… your fingers… ahhhh… I’m so wet… ahhh…”
Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi poori chut ko muh se cover karke suck, kabhi clit ko lips mein leke lightly bite. Main hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi, doosri baar cum ke kareeb:
“Ahhhhh… Kalu ji… I’m cumming… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh… yes… yes… ahhhh!”
Body kaamp uthi, juices uske muh pe fail gaye. Woh meri orgasm ke through chatta raha, phir uth kar mere muh ke paas aaya. Usne apna mota lund mere lips pe rub kiya.
“Ab tera muh. Pehle chus. Acchi tarah.”
Maine muh khola. Uska kala mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga:
“That’s it… take it deeper… good girl… ahhh… teri gori lips mere kale lund pe… fuck…”
Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, saliva uske lund pe beh rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein.”
Usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri opening pe rakha, tip se circle banaya, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch, bhari hui feeling.
Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, long strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri legs uske shoulders pe thin. Uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe.
“Ahhhh… so big… ahhh… you’re stretching me… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”
Woh tez hota gaya. Bed hilne lagi. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi:
“Uhhhh… fuck me… ahhh… harder… Kalu ji… ahhhh… your black cock… ahhh!”
Pehli baar main uske neeche cum ho gayi – chut tight, body kaamp, siskariyan continuous:
“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… ahhhhh!”
Woh rukа nahi. Mujhe ghodi bana diya. Peeche se pakad kar aur gehra daal diya. Ab uska lund alag angle se maar raha tha. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the.
“Ahhhh… from behind… ahhh… so deep… yes… spank me… ahhhh!”
Usne gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Phir aur tez.
“Chap… chap… chap…”
Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:
“Aaaahhhh… yes… harder… fuck your white pussy… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”
Usne mera baal kheenche, aur angle badal diya. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:
“Ahhhhh… again… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”
Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apni god mein bithaya – cowgirl. Main uske mote lund pe baith gayi, khud upar-neeche hone lagi. Uske haath meri gaand pe the, kabhi meri boobs masalte hue.
“Ride me… yes… ahhh… teri chut meri lund ko khati ja rahi hai… fuck…”
Main bounce kar rahi thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:
“Ahhhh… so full… ahhh… I can feel every vein… yes… ahhhh… I’m gonna cum again… ahhhhh!”
Teen baar cum kar chuki thi. Body thak rahi thi lekin woh rukа nahi. Usne mujhe side se litaya – spoon position. Peeche se daal kar ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit rub kiya. Dheere-dheere lekin deep.
“Ahhhh… slow… ahhh… but so deep… yes… play with my clit… ahhhh…”
Phir usne meri ek leg upar uthayi, aur tez kar diya. Main phir se peak pe pahunchi:
“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… your cock is addictive… ahhhhh!”
Usne mujhe phir se ghodi banaya, lekin is baar usne meri gaand pe bhi thoda precum laga kar tip se pressure diya. Main tensed ho gayi.
“Relax… aaj sirf thoda… agle din poora loonga,” usne kaha.
Tip meri gaand mein thoda ghusа, main siski nikaali:
“Ahhhh… tight… ahhh… slow… ahhhh…”
Woh sirf tip se play karta raha, saath mein chut mein ungliyan. Phir wapas pure lund se chut mein daal diya aur last round shuru kiya – janwaroon jaisa tez.
“Ahhhh… final… ahhh… fill me… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhhhh!”
Usne zor ke dhakke maare, meri gaand pakad kar, aur deep cum kar diya – garam jets, pulses. Main bhi uske saath last orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan ab soft, thaki hui moans mein:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much cum… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji…”
Woh mere upar lit gaya, lund abhi bhi andar. Dono ki saansein tez thin. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Paanch din… har raat aise. Kabhi us foreigner ko bhi bula lenge. Husband ko aaj ki photos bhej denge – teri nangi body, meri cum teri chut se nikalti hui.”
Main uske kale strong body se chipki hui
YE MERI LIFE ME NA HUI VO GHATNA HE JO LIKH RAHI HU
TO USE SACH MAT MANNA
Agle din subah.
Main hotel se ghar wapas aayi thi. Body abhi bhi thaki hui thi, thighs ke beech halki si jalan, neck aur boobs pe Kalu ji ke kiss aur bite ke nishaan. Husband ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – thake hue chehre, thodi si red aankhein, aur short dress jo ab wrinkled thi.
Usne seedha poocha, “Paise aa gaye the. Ab details bata.”
Main chup chaap andar gayi. Usne mera haath pakad kar sofa pe bithaya. “Bol. Usne kya-kya kiya? Kitni baar? Kahan-kahan?”
Maine dheere-dheere bataya – muh, chut, positions, uska mota lund, cum… sab. Husband sunta raha, uske face pe gussa aur ek strange excitement mix tha. Usne mera face pakda, “Achha. Ab so ja. Kal baat karte hain.”
Subah 11 baje ke kareeb husband ka phone baja. Unknown number nahi – Kalu ji ka number save tha ab. Usne speaker pe laga diya aur mujhe ishara kiya ki sunoon.
Kalu ji ki gehre awaaz aayi:
“Hello… husband ji. Main Kalu bol raha hoon.”
Husband ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, “Bol. Kya chaahiye?”
Kalu ji ne dheere se kaha, “Kal raat acchi thi. Aapki biwi ne sab kuch diya. Paise bhi de diye the aapko. Ab ek naya offer hai.”
Husband ne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya offer?”
“Panch lakh rupaye. Cash. Main Anita ko Goa le jaana chahta hoon. Paanch din. Poora. Flight, hotel, sab main arrange karunga. Wahan main uske saath rahunga – din-raat. Jo chaahunga karunga. Aapko panch lakh milenge. Aadha abhi advance, aadha wapas aane pe.”
Husband thodi der chup raha. Usne meri taraf dekha. Main sofa pe baithi thi, dil tezz dhadak raha tha.
Husband ne poocha, “Panch lakh? Itna kyun?”
Kalu ji ne jawab diya, “Kyunki wahan main usse poora time chahunga. Beach, hotel room, raat bhar. Uske body ko main apna samjhunga paanch din. Aapko paise chahiye, mujhe aapki biwi. Dono ki zarurat phir se poori ho jaayegi. Aap soch lo. Agar haan, toh aaj hi booking kar deta hoon.”
Husband ne mera face dekha. Uske aankhon mein hisaab chal raha tha – paise, jealousy, aur woh strange acceptance jo pehle raat se shuru hua tha.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Anita… tu jaana chahti hai?”
Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Jo aap kahoge…”
Husband ne phone pe wapas kaha, “Theek hai. Panch lakh. Lekin conditions. Pehle 2.5 lakh aaj transfer. Baaki wapas aane pe. Aur har din mujhe message karna – kya horaha hai. Photos bhi. Samjha?”
Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Ho jaayega. Main abhi 2.5 lakh transfer karta hoon. Flight kal subah ki hai – 8 baje. Goa direct. Hotel beach pe hai, private villa type. Anita ko taiyar karke airport bhej dena. Main wahan milunga.”
Call cut hua.
Husband ne phone side mein rakha. Usne mera haath pakda. “Tu jaa rahi hai. Paanch din. Uske saath. Panch lakh ke liye. Ab taiyari kar.”
Usne mere liye list banayi. “Packing: uske pasand ke kapde. Short dresses, bikinis, lingerie – black, red, transparent. Heels. Makeup. Perfume. Kuch bhi ghar jaisa nahi. Jo usse aur garam kare.”
Poora din taiyari chali.
Maine suitcase khola. Pehle lingerie – black lace sets, red thong, transparent nighty, ek open-cup bra. Phir dresses – short maroon, black bodycon, ek white beach dress jo geela hone pe transparent ho jaaye. Do bikinis – ek micro black, ek red string wali. Heels, sandals. Makeup pouch, body lotions, perfume.
Husband room mein baitha raha, dekhte hue. Kabhi-kabhi bolta, “Yeh pehenna uske saamne. Yeh bikini beach pe. Aur raat ko yeh transparent wali.”
Shaam ko usne mera phone check kiya. Kalu ji ne message kiya tha:
“2.5 lakh transfer ho gaya. Check kar lo. Kal 8 baje flight. Terminal 2. Main gate pe wait karunga. Anita ko acchi tarah taiyar karke bhejna. Paanch din meri hai.”
Husband ne bank app khola – haan, 2.5 lakh aa chuke the. Usne mera face pakda, “Ab tu uski paid biwi hai paanch din ke liye. Jo bolegi woh karna. Awaazein nikaalna. Photos bhejna. Aur wapas aake sab detail batana.”
Raat ko main so nahi paayi. Subah 5 baje uth gayi. Shower kiya. Body lotion, perfume. Black lace bra-panty pehni. Upar se short black dress – deep neck, thigh tak. Heels. Makeup dark. Baal loose waves.
Husband ne mujhe airport tak chhodne ke liye taxi call ki. Jaate time usne mera haath pakda, “Yaad rakh… yeh panch lakh ke liye hai. Aur teri jo bechaini hai woh bhi. Wapas aana. Safe.”
Airport pahunchi. Check-in. Security. Boarding. Flight mein window seat. Take-off ke time dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Neeche shehar chhota hota gaya. Dimag mein Kalu ji ka kala mota lund, uske haath, uski awaaz ghum rahi thi.
Do ghante baad Goa airport.
Main nikal kar exit ki taraf gayi. Wahan Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, sunglasses, uske strong kale body se confidence. Usne mujhe dekhte hi sunglasses hataye. Muskaan aayi.
“Aa gayi… bilkul ready.” Usne mera suitcase le liya. “Chal. Car wait kar rahi hai.”
Private car mein baithe. Driver aage. Peeche seat pe Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda, thighs pe haath feraya. “Paanch din. Poora. Aaj raat se hi shuru.”
Raaste mein usne poocha, “Husband ne kya kaha?”
Maine bataya, “Paise mil gaye. Har din message aur photos maange hain. Details.”
Kalu ji ne hasi, “Denge. Aaj raat pehli photo bhejenge usse – teri nangi body mere neeche.”
Hotel pahuncha – beachside private villa type. Gate se andar, palm trees, private pool, room seedha beach view. Suite tha – bada bed, glass windows, balcony.
Andar aate hi Kalu ji ne door lock kiya. Suitcase side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya.
Usne mera face pakda. “Ab yahan koi nahi. Sirf main aur tu. Paanch din.”
Usne mera dress ke zipper neeche kiya. Dress floor pe gir gaya. Black lace mein khadi thi main. Usne bra khola, panty neeche kheench di. Nangi.
Uske haath meri boobs pe, pet pe, chut pe. “Pehle bath. Phir beach. Phir room. Aaj raat lambi hai.”
Usne mujhe bathroom le gaya. Shower on kiya. Dono ne nude shower kiya. Uske kale haath meri gori body pe soap ferate hue, chut saaf karte hue, apna lund mere haath mein dekar stroke karwate hue.
Baad mein towels. Phir usne ek micro black bikini nikaal kar pehnaya – almost kuch nahi. “Beach chalte hain pehle. Log dekhenge. Phir wapas aake main tujhe chodunga.”
Main uske saath beach ki taraf chal padi – bikini mein, uska bada haath meri kamar pe, Goa ki dhoop aur hawa mein…
Villa ke room mein suitcase khula pada tha, bed badi thi, aur paanch din ka time shuru ho chuka tha.
Beach pe thodi der chalne ke baad Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda aur kaha, “Chal, thoda door. Kone mein. Wahan log kam hain.”
Hum palm trees ke peeche, ek isolated corner ki taraf badhe. Wahan sand soft thi, waves ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi. Main us micro black bikini mein thi – almost nangi, sirf thin strings. Upar se Kalu ji ne ek thin white nighty daal di thi jo hawa mein hil rahi thi. Nighty itni patli thi ki mera gora badan uske through clearly dikh raha tha – boobs ke shape, nipples ke dark circles, pet, aur neeche bikini ka triangle.
Hum wahan pahunche toh aawazein sunai diin.
Thodi door, do log the. Ek lambа-chada black foreigner – dark skin, strong muscular body, bald head. Uske saamne uski black partner thi – kaali, curvaceous, badi gaand, boobs heavy. Woh doggy style mein thi. Haath-pair sand pe, gaand upar uthae hue. Foreigner uske peeche khada tha, apna mota kala lund uski chut mein zor-zor se daal raha tha.
Thud-thud-thud…
Har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi. Black ladki ki siskariyan nikal rahi thin:
“Ahhh… yes… fuck me… deeper… ahhh… your big black cock… harder!”
Foreigner uske hips pakde hue tha, zor se pel raha tha. Uska lund nikalte-ghuste dikh raha tha – geela, chamakta hua. Kabhi woh uski gaand pe thappad maarta, toh ladki aur zor se chillati.
Kalu ji ne mujhe apne se chipka liya. Uske haath ne meri nighty ke neeche se bikini ke string ko side kiya aur meri chut pe ungli ferayi. Main pehle se hi geeli thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Dekh rahi hai? Itni openly… yahan.”
Main dekh rahi thi. Mera gora badan nighty ke through unki nazar mein aa gaya. Foreigner ne pehle humein notice kiya. Usne thrusting thodi slow ki, lekin band nahi ki. Uski aankhein meri taraf thin – nighty mein mere gore boobs, tight nipples, aur neeche meri chut ka shape.
Kalu ji ne uski black partner ko gaur se dekha. Uski kaali gaand hil rahi thi, juices uske thighs pe beh rahe the. Kalu ji ke lund ne jeans mein clear bulge bana liya.
Foreigner ne apni partner ke kaan mein kuch kaha. Ladki ne bhi humein dekha. Phir foreigner ne Kalu ji ki taraf ishara kiya – ek haath se meri taraf point kiya, doosre se apni partner ki gaand. Phir usne apne lund ko thoda bahar nikaal kar dikhaya aur phir se andar daal diya.
Kalu ji samajh gaya. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Woh swap chahta hai. Main uski kaali ko loon, woh tujhe.”
Maine halka sa sir hilaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Kalu ji ne foreigner ki taraf positive ishara kiya – thumbs up, phir meri kamar pakad kar thoda aage badhaya.
Foreigner ne apna lund apni partner se bahar nikaala. Woh abhi bhi fully hard tha – lambа, mota, dark, veins phooli hui. Usne apni partner ko kaha, “Go to him.”
Black ladki uth kar Kalu ji ke paas aayi. Uske boobs hil rahe the, chut se juices tapak rahe the. Kalu ji ne usse pakda, uske kaale nipples ko pinch kiya, phir usse ghodi bana diya sand pe.
Uske saath hi foreigner mere paas aaya. Uske bade, kale haath ne meri nighty ko upar uthaya aur ek jhatke mein utaar diya. Bikini ke strings faad diye. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne thi – gora badan, pink nipples, soft chut.
Usne mera face pakda, gehra kiss kiya – uski jeebh meri mouth mein, strong mint aur sex ki smell. Phir usne mujhe ghodi bana diya, bilkul apni partner jaisa. Mere haath sand pe, gaand upar.
Usne apna mota kala lund meri chut pe rub kiya. Tip se juices failaye, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch itna tha ki aankhein band ho gayin. Uska lund Kalu ji se bhi thoda mota lag raha tha us angle mein.
Woh peeche se pelne laga – deep, forceful, steady rhythm.
Thud… thud… thud…
Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi. Meri siskariyan nikalne lagiin:
“Ahhhh… ohhh… yes… deeper… ahhh… your cock is so big… fuck me… ahhhh!”
Foreigner ne mere hips pakad liye, aur tez kar diya. Uska balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main sand pe ungliyaan gaad rahi thi, siskariyan aur tezz:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… harder… please… ahhhh… I’m so full… ohhh god… yes… yes… ahhhh!”
Thodi door Kalu ji bhi black ladki ko chod raha tha. Uske dhakke sunai de rahe the, aur ladki ki awaazein:
“Ahhh… black cock… yes… stretch me… ahhh!”
Foreigner ne mera baal pakad liya, thoda kheenchа, aur aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:
“Aaaahhhh… fuck… yes… your big black dick… ahhhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… please… ahhhh!”
Meri body kaampne lagi. Chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage, thighs geele. Main ek strong orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:
“Ahhhhh… ahhhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh!”
Foreigner ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Phir usne position change kiya – mujhe uthaya, apni strong arms mein utha kar khade-khade pelne laga. Meri legs uske waist pe wrap thin. Har dhakke pe meri boobs uske kale chest se takra rahi thin.
“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… you’re so strong… fuck me… ahhhh!”
Usne meri gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Main aur zor se chillayi. Phir usne mujhe sand pe litaya, legs failayi, aur missionary mein aur tez chodne laga. Uska face mere face ke kareeb, uski gehre moans:
“Fuck… tight white pussy… so good… take this black cock…”
Main uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, nails uske back pe chala rahi thi:
“Ahhhh… yes… give it to me… ahhh… fill me… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”
Thodi der baad usne mujhe phir ghodi banaya. Is baar usne ek ungli meri gaand mein bhi daali jab woh chut mein pel raha tha. Main paagal si ho gayi:
“Aaaahhhh… both holes… ahhh… yes… stretch me… ahhhh… harder… ahhhh!”
Kalu ji bhi apni taraf se black ladki ko zor se chod raha tha. Dono couples ki aawazein mix ho rahi thin – siskariyan, thappad, skin ki awaaz, waves ki background.
Foreigner ne last mein speed bahut badha di. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:
“Ahhhhh… I’m cumming again… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhh!”
Usne bhi zor se dhakka maara aur mere andar deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses. Main uske lund ko tight pakde hue kaamp rahi thi, siskariyan ab soft moans mein badal gayin:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside me… ahhh…”
Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar thighs pe behne laga. Main sand pe litі hui thi, saansein tez, body bilkul used.
Kalu ji bhi black ladki ke andar cum karke usse chhod raha tha. Dono mard ek doosre ki taraf dekh kar muskuraaye. Foreigner ne mera face upar uthaya, ek aur kiss diya, phir kaha, “Good girl… tight white pussy.”
Kalu ji mere paas aaya, mujhe uthaya, apne se chipkaya. Uske haath ne meri geeli chut ko feel kiya – foreigner ka cum abhi bhi nikal raha tha.
“Ab wapas villa chalte hain,” usne kaha. “Paanch din abhi shuru hi hue hain. Aaj raat main bhi tujhe aise hi lunga… aur uska cum teri chut mein hokar.”
Main uske strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, nighty wapas pehni, lekin ab body pe sand, sweat, aur do alag cum ke nishaan the. Beach ke kone se hum villa ki taraf badhe… aawazein abhi bhi kaan mein gunj rahi thin.
Villa ke room mein wapas aaye toh bahar raat ho chuki thi. Beach ki hawa ab bhi body pe thi, sand ke thode nishaan thighs pe, aur meri chut mein abhi bhi foreigner ka cum thoda-thoda nikal raha tha. Kalu ji ne door band kiya, curtains kheench diye, sirf soft yellow lights on kiye.
Usne mera haath pakda aur bed ke paas le gaya. “Ab sirf hum dono. Paanch din ka pehla raat. Aaj main tujhe poora kholunga.”
Usne pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche giraaye. Nighty floor pe gir gayi. Phir usne micro bikini ke remaining strings ek-ek karke khole. Bra jaisa kuch nahi tha, sirf thin triangles the jo ab nahi rahe. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi – gora badan, thodi si sand chipki hui, nipples tight, chut swollen aur geeli.
Kalu ji ne apne kapde utaare. Black shirt, jeans, underwear – sab. Uska kala, bahut mota lund pehle se hi half-hard tha, phir meri nangi body dekhte hi fully khada ho gaya – veins dikh rahi thin, tip se thoda precum.
Woh mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Pehle foreplay. Main tera poora body taste karunga.”
Usne mujhe bed pe litaya. Khud mere upar jhuk gaya. Pehle lips pe gehra kiss – uski jeebh meri mouth mein dheere-dheere ghumti hui. Main uske baal pakad kar respond kar rahi thi. Kiss todte hue usne kaha, “Tera muh abhi bhi us foreigner ke kiss ki yaad dilata hai… lekin ab mera hai.”
Phir usne mere neck pe kiss kiye, kaan ke peeche, collarbone pe. Dheere-dheere neeche aaya. Ek boob ko haath se pakda, doosre ko muh mein le liya. Uski jeebh nipple ke around circles bana rahi thi, phir zor se suck. Main siski nikaali:
“Ahhhh… Kalu ji… soft… ahhh…”
Woh dono boobs ko baari-baari se chusta raha, kabhi daant se halka bite, kabhi jeebh se lick. Uske haath ne meri doosri boob ko masla, nipple ko pinch kiya. Main uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye hue thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:
“Uhhhh… yes… suck harder… ahhh… mere nipples… ahhh…”
Woh neeche aata gaya. Pet pe kiss, navel mein jeebh, phir thighs ke andar. Usne meri legs failayi. Meri chut uske saamne thi – pink, swollen, foreigner ka thoda cum abhi bhi dikh raha tha, aur meri khud ki geelaahat.
Usne soongha, phir kaha, “Isme abhi bhi uska cum hai… lekin main saaf karta hoon apni jeebh se.”
Usne lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main jhatak gayi:
“Ahhhh… ohhh god… your tongue… ahhh…”
Woh meri chut ko khol kar jeebh andar daalne laga – deep, circling, phir clit pe fast flicks. Ek ungli dheere se andar, phir doosri. Finger fuck ke saath jeebh clit pe continuous. Main bed sheets pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:
“Ahhhh… yes… eat me… ahhh… deeper… your fingers… ahhhh… I’m so wet… ahhh…”
Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi poori chut ko muh se cover karke suck, kabhi clit ko lips mein leke lightly bite. Main hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi, doosri baar cum ke kareeb:
“Ahhhhh… Kalu ji… I’m cumming… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh… yes… yes… ahhhh!”
Body kaamp uthi, juices uske muh pe fail gaye. Woh meri orgasm ke through chatta raha, phir uth kar mere muh ke paas aaya. Usne apna mota lund mere lips pe rub kiya.
“Ab tera muh. Pehle chus. Acchi tarah.”
Maine muh khola. Uska kala mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga:
“That’s it… take it deeper… good girl… ahhh… teri gori lips mere kale lund pe… fuck…”
Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, saliva uske lund pe beh rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein.”
Usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri opening pe rakha, tip se circle banaya, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch, bhari hui feeling.
Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, long strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri legs uske shoulders pe thin. Uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe.
“Ahhhh… so big… ahhh… you’re stretching me… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”
Woh tez hota gaya. Bed hilne lagi. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi:
“Uhhhh… fuck me… ahhh… harder… Kalu ji… ahhhh… your black cock… ahhh!”
Pehli baar main uske neeche cum ho gayi – chut tight, body kaamp, siskariyan continuous:
“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… ahhhhh!”
Woh rukа nahi. Mujhe ghodi bana diya. Peeche se pakad kar aur gehra daal diya. Ab uska lund alag angle se maar raha tha. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the.
“Ahhhh… from behind… ahhh… so deep… yes… spank me… ahhhh!”
Usne gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Phir aur tez.
“Chap… chap… chap…”
Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:
“Aaaahhhh… yes… harder… fuck your white pussy… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”
Usne mera baal kheenche, aur angle badal diya. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:
“Ahhhhh… again… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”
Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apni god mein bithaya – cowgirl. Main uske mote lund pe baith gayi, khud upar-neeche hone lagi. Uske haath meri gaand pe the, kabhi meri boobs masalte hue.
“Ride me… yes… ahhh… teri chut meri lund ko khati ja rahi hai… fuck…”
Main bounce kar rahi thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:
“Ahhhh… so full… ahhh… I can feel every vein… yes… ahhhh… I’m gonna cum again… ahhhhh!”
Teen baar cum kar chuki thi. Body thak rahi thi lekin woh rukа nahi. Usne mujhe side se litaya – spoon position. Peeche se daal kar ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit rub kiya. Dheere-dheere lekin deep.
“Ahhhh… slow… ahhh… but so deep… yes… play with my clit… ahhhh…”
Phir usne meri ek leg upar uthayi, aur tez kar diya. Main phir se peak pe pahunchi:
“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… your cock is addictive… ahhhhh!”
Usne mujhe phir se ghodi banaya, lekin is baar usne meri gaand pe bhi thoda precum laga kar tip se pressure diya. Main tensed ho gayi.
“Relax… aaj sirf thoda… agle din poora loonga,” usne kaha.
Tip meri gaand mein thoda ghusа, main siski nikaali:
“Ahhhh… tight… ahhh… slow… ahhhh…”
Woh sirf tip se play karta raha, saath mein chut mein ungliyan. Phir wapas pure lund se chut mein daal diya aur last round shuru kiya – janwaroon jaisa tez.
“Ahhhh… final… ahhh… fill me… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhhhh!”
Usne zor ke dhakke maare, meri gaand pakad kar, aur deep cum kar diya – garam jets, pulses. Main bhi uske saath last orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan ab soft, thaki hui moans mein:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much cum… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji…”
Woh mere upar lit gaya, lund abhi bhi andar. Dono ki saansein tez thin. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Paanch din… har raat aise. Kabhi us foreigner ko bhi bula lenge. Husband ko aaj ki photos bhej denge – teri nangi body, meri cum teri chut se nikalti hui.”
Main uske kale strong body se chipki hui
ANITA PATEL