Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Vihaan ke janam ke kai mahine beet chuke the. Island par jahan ek naya parivaar settling down ke aakhri phase mein tha, wahan Mumbai ki shor-sharabe bhari duniya mein Arjun ka haal din-b-din badse-badtar hota ja raha tha.

Uska college lagbhag chhoot chuka tha. Doston se naata tod kar woh din-raat apne andhere room mein band rehta. Table par rakhi marine walkie-talkie aur shortwave radio equipment hi uski poori duniya ban chuke the. Ghanton frequencies scan karne ke baad kabhi-kabhi background static ke beech uski maa Priya ki woh soft, badli hui aur completely subdued aawaz sunai deti: *“…theek hoon… Vihaan… Vikram…”* Aur har baar yeh alfaaz sun kar Arjun ke dil ke hazaron tukde ho jaate. Usne apne baap Raj ko is baare mein kuch nahi bataya tha. Raj khud apne deep clinical depression ke kaaran ek zinda laash ban chuka tha, aur unka family business sambhalne wala ab koi nahi tha.
Us din bhi Arjun apne room mein headphones lagaye, red eyes ke saath frequencies trace karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Tabhi uske phone par ek unknown number se notification pop-up hua:
*“Arjun, main Rashmi bol rahi hoon. Teri mummy ki purani friend. Marine biologist & oceanographic researcher. Mujhe tumse milna hai, Arjun. Bohot zaroori hai. Aaj shaam 6 baje, ‘The Coastal Cafe’, Bandra. Akela aana. Kisi ko mat batana.”*
Arjun ne us message ko baar-baar padha. Rashmi… haan, usse yaad aaya. Rashmi Sen. Uski mummy Priya ki sabse close college bestie. Woh ek renowned marine scientist thi jo frequent oceanographic expeditions par rehti thi. Pehle kabhi-kabhi unke ghar aati thi—ek extremely attractive, bold aur sharp aurat. Arjun ne thoda socha aur milne jaane ka decide kar liya. Uski aakhri umeed ab yahi thi.
Shaam ke theek 6 baje, Bandra ke ek dimly-lit, quiet cafe ke corner table par Rashmi pehle se baithi hui thi.
40 saal ki umar mein bhi Rashmi ek absolute stunning, voluptuous MILF thi. Ek curvy, tight figure, deep neck navy-blue silk top jisse uske heavy cleavage ka prominent view dikh raha tha, tight denim jeans, aur khule, wavy baal. Uski personality mein intellect aur ek dangerously seductive charm ka perfect blend tha. Jab usne Arjun ko andar aate dekha, toh uske honton par ek geheri, sophisticated smile aagayi. Usne samne wali chair par baithne ka ishara kiya.
“Arjun… kitna bada aur handsome ho gaya hai tu,” Rashmi ne ek low, raspy voice mein kaha. Usne Arjun ke thake hue chehre ko ghaur se dekha. “Mummy ki wahi dark brown eyes…”
Arjun ne bas halka sa nod kiya aur straight topic par aaya. “Aapne message kiya… kya baat hai, Rashmi aunty? Meri mummy ke baare mein kuch pata chal?”
Rashmi ne pehle cafe ke surroundings ko check kiya. Phir woh table par aage ki taraf jhuki—uske deep neck top se uske heavy breasts aur clear ho gaye—aur bilkul phusphusate hue bola:
“Main jaanti hoon teri mummy zinda hai, Arjun.”
Arjun ka poora jism jaise high-voltage current se guzar gaya. Usne apni aawaz dabate hue kaha, “Kya…? Aapko… aapko kaise pata? security officer ne toh unhe dead declare kar diya tha!”
Rashmi ne apne leather handbag se ek chhota, high-end audio recorder nikaala aur play button daba diya. Café ke shor mein sirf unke table par audio snippets gunjne lage:
*“…Vikram… mera khayal rakhta hai…”*
*“…pati hai mera yahan…”*
*“…Vihaan… uska baap hai…”*
Aur uske baad—Priya ki geheri, rasiya moans aur heavy breathing ki clear sound recordings.
Arjun ke haath kaampne lage, uski aakhon mein gusse aur sharam ke aansoo aagaye. “Yeh… yeh toh marine frequency recordings hain… main bhi sun chuka hoon… lekin aapke paas yeh kaise…?”
Rashmi ne table par aage badh kar Arjun ke kaanpte hue haath ko apne soft, gore haath mein pakad liya. Uski manicured ungliyan Arjun ke skin par aahista se ghoomne lagi.
“Main sirf accidental signals nahi sun rahi thi, Arjun. Main pichle kai mahinon se is par ek full-fledged secret investigation kar rahi hoon,” Rashmi ne apni dark, seductive aakhon mein ek strange excitement ke saath bataya. “Main ek marine scientist hoon. Maine Indian Ocean ke satellite logs, weather patterns, secret naval radar files aur coastal fishermen ke interception data ko connect kiya. Phir mujhe pata chala ki ek classified, uncharted island coordinate par ek ex-Navy Commander ka private vessel crash hua tha years ago. Commander Vikram Singh—a highly decorated, rogue ex-naval Special Forces officer.”
Arjun aakhein phaade use sunta raha.
Rashmi ne thoda aur jhuk kar, aawaz ko aur low kiya: “Woh island ek off-grid, uncharted territory hai. Maine jab yeh raw radio frequencies decode ki, toh mujhe poori picture samajh aayi. Teri mummy Priya… us ex-navy officer Vikram ke saath us island par poori tarah settle ho chuki hai. Uski biwi ban chuki hai, Arjun. Usne Vikram ka baccha paida kiya hai—Vihaan. Uski body, uska mind, uski sexuality… sab us mard ne completely possess kar liya hai.”
Rashmi ke chehre par koi dukh ya afsos nahi tha—balki ek intense, erotic curiosity aur thrill tha. Woh apni bestie Priya ke is primitive, wild transformation ke baare mein jaan kar andar se ajeeb tarah se aroused aur fascinated thi. Usko yeh soch kar hi maza aa raha tha ki uski sophisticated friend ab ek island par kisi rogue mard ki breeding wife ban kar nangi ghoom rahi hai.
Arjun ne apna muh doosri taraf ghumaya, aansoo uske gaalon par bah gaye. “Main… main yeh sab jaanta tha… lekin kisi aur ke muh se yeh detailed truth sunna…”
Rashmi ne Arjun ke chin ko pakad kar uska chehra apni taraf kiya. Usne apne thumb se Arjun ke gaal se aansoo ponchha.
“Main pehle tumhare paas nahi aane wali thi, Arjun. Lekin jab maine unki intense breeding aur sex sessions ki recordings suni… aur mujhe pata chala ki tu yeh sab akele sun raha hai… toh main khud ko rok nahi paayi. Tu akela is dard ko jhel raha hai.”
Rashmi ne achanak Arjun ke kareeb jhuk kar, bina kisi jhijhak ke uske honton par ek lingering, warm aur sensual kiss rakh diya.
Arjun shock se ekdum stiff ho gaya. Rashmi ke lips soft aur garma-garam the, uski costly perfume aur body warmth Arjun ko sunn kar gayi. Rashmi ne dheeere se pichhe hat te hue Arjun ke kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar kaha:
“Main marine research vessel arrange kar sakti hoon. Main tujhe us uncharted island tak le ja sakti hoon, Arjun. Teri mummy ke paas. Lekin… tujhe ready hona padega. Jo tu wahan apni aakhon se dekhne wala hai… woh tera dil hamesha ke liye tod dega. Ya phir… tujhe ek naya mard bana dega.”
Arjun ne Rashmi ki dark, glossy aakhon mein dekha. Usme madad ki offer toh thi, lekin uske neeche ek geheri, dangerous thrill aur curiosity bhi jhalak rahi thi. Arjun ne kaanpti aawaz mein poocha:
“Aap… aap meri madad kyun kar rahi hain, Rashmi aunty? Aapka isme kya faida?”
Rashmi ne ek slow, dark smile di. Usne Arjun ke haath ko thoda aur kas ke dabaya.
“Kyunki Priya meri sabse achhi friend hai… aur main apni aakhon se dekhna chahti hoon ki meri bestie us mard ki biwi ban kar kaisi lagti hai. Aur… kyunki main yeh bhi dekhna chahti hoon ki tu is sach ko samne se kaise handle karta hai.”
Rashmi ne apna handbag uthaya, chair se khadi hui, aur jaane se pehle Arjun ke gaal ko sahla kar boli, “Think about it, Arjun. Jab tu mentally ready ho jaaye, mujhe call karna. Ship mera ready hai. Main tera intezaar karungi.”
Woh apne heavy curves ko flaunt karti hui cafe se bahar nikal gayi.
Arjun café ke us corner table par akela baitha reh gaya. Uske honton par ab bhi Rashmi ke kiss ka garam touch baaki tha. Uske dimaag mein apni maa ki rasiya moans, Vikram ka naam, chhote Vihaan ke rone ki aawaz, aur Rashmi ke dangerous alfaaz ek saath goonj rahe the.
Pehli baar
kisi ne Arjun ke samne
poori aur nangi truth rakh di thi.
Aur uske saath hi
us uncharted island tak pahunchne ka
ek behad khatarnak aur naya rasta
bhi khol diya tha.





Do mahine ka lamba, behisaab samundari safar aakhirkaar apne anjaam tak pahunch chuka tha.
Purnima ki shaam thi. Aasmaan par chaand pehle se hi nikal aaya tha—bada, surkh-sufaid aur behad roshan. Samundar ki laheren ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath beh rahi thin. Rashmi ne apni research boat ko island ke shore se thodi door, oonche rock formations ke pichhe chupa kar stop kara diya. Engine ka shor band hote hi jungle ki thandi hawa aur samundar ka paani aapas mein milne lage.
Arjun boat ke deck par khada tha. Uske haath mein marine walkie-talkie thi aur gale mein ek high-power military binoculars latak rahi thi. Uski ragon mein khoon khol raha tha, darr aur ajeeb si dark arousal ka ek behisaab toofan uske andar chal raha tha.
Shore ki soft, chaandni se chamakti hui sand par halka sa view saaf tha. Wahan ek chhota sa baccha—Vihaan—akela khel raha tha. Nanga, soft skin, ab lagbhag ek saal ka ho chuka tha. Woh ret ke dher bana raha tha aur apni hi dhun mein aahista-aahista has raha tha.
Arjun ne kaanpte haathon se durbin uthayi aur apni aakhon se laga li. Lenses ko focus karte hi shore ka nazara bilkul paas aur shisha jaisa saaf ho gaya.
Aur tab… usne unhe dekha.
Thodi door, samundar ke kinare bane ek bade se flat, kaale rock par, poornima ki chaandni ki roshni mein—poori tarah nange—Priya aur Vikram.
Priya pure, extreme doggy position mein thi. Uske dono gore haath aur ghutne rock ke thande patthar par tike hue the, uski kamar deeply neeche ki taraf arched thi, aur uski bhari hui, gori ass hawa mein poori tarah ooper uthi hui thi. Uske heavy, milk-filled D-cup breasts neeche latak rahe the aur har ek violent dhakke ke saath niche-ooper jhool rahe the.
Uska chehra completely distort ho chuka tha—pure, shameless ahegao face. Muh poora khula hua tha, uski gulabi jeebh ek kutti ki tarah bahar nikli hui thi, aur uske honton ke kone se saliva ka ek patla taar nikal kar rock par gir raha tha. Uski dark brown aakhein lagbhag ooper ki taraf ulat chuki thin. Uske chehre par ab koi soch nahi thi, koi purana guilt nahi tha, koi sharam ya kisi bete ki maa hone ka ehsaas nahi tha. Uss waqt uske chehre par sirf aur sirf ek mind-numbing, animalistic pleasure tha.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise uska dimaag poori tarah melt ho chuka ho. Jaise woh kisi Mumbai ke reputed parivaar ki aurat ya kisi ki maa na ho—balki ek wild, mindless sex doll ban chuki ho, jisko sirf aur sirf mard ka mota lund chahiye tha. Uski chut poori tarah se paani chhod kar white lather se bhari hui thi.
Vikram uske pichhe ghutno par khada tha—strong, bronze-skinned, muscled body, ek pure jungli jaanwar ke mode mein. Usne Priya ke gore hips ko dono haathon se itna zor se pakad rakha tha ki uski ungliyon ke neele nishaan Priya ki skin par chhap rahe the. Woh pure mardana force ke saath apna 8-inch mota lund Priya ke andar utar raha tha—deep, heavy, savage, aur continuous thrusts.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Har stroke full length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uski uterus ke munh tak deep hit karta. Priya ki geeli chut se ek loud, squelching wet sound aa rahi thi. Uske munh se continuous, broken, high-pitched rasiya moans nikal rahe the, jo jungle mein door tak goonj rahe the:
“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… lund… ahhhh… aur deep… ahhhh… bhar de… ahhhh… Vikram… my husband…!!”
Walkie-talkie Vikram ke waist pouch mein fit thi—aur uska button accidentally press hone ki wajah se ON tha. Unke jismon ki saari wet sounds, dhakko ki thup-thup, aur Priya ki woh besharam moans seedha transmit ho kar Arjun ke headphones mein ja rahi thin.
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Binoculars uske kaanpte haathon se almost girne wali thi. Usne apni sagi maa ko apni aakhon se is tarah pehli baar dekha tha—doggy position mein jhuki hui, jeebh bahar nikli hui, dimaag completely shut, sirf ek mard ke lund ke liye pichhe violent dhakke khati hui. Uska dil seene mein itni zor se dhadka ki usse apna dam ghutta hua laga. Uski aakhon se aansoo nikal kar deck par girne lage. Lekin uske shorts ke andar, uski apni maa ka yeh mindless, slutty roop dekh kar uska lund pure paagalpan se pathar jaisa hard ho gaya.
Arjun ne aakhirkaar apna sara control kho diya. Usne deck par pada walkie-talkie uthaya, uska button daba kar apni poori taaqat se chillaya:
“Maa!! Maa!! Main Arjun!! Maa suno!! Main yahan hoon, Maa!!”
Pehli baar
distance kam hone ke kaaran signal bilkul clear gaya.
Rock par Vikram ke waist pouch se Arjun ke rone aur chillane ki aawaz loud tone mein goonj uthi:
*“Maa!! Main Arjun!! Main aa gaya hoon, Maa!!”*
Vikram ne ek second ke liye dhakko ki speed kam ki, lekin apna lund Priya ki wet chut se bahar nahi nikaala. Woh ab bhi uske deep inside tha. Vikram ne apne pouch se walkie-talkie nikali. Speaker se Arjun ki aawaz lagatar aa rahi thi—*“Maa!! Maa!!”*
Vikram ne apni dark aakhon se door samundar ki taraf dekha. Chaandni mein usse rock ke pichhe chupi hui ek chhoti research boat saaf dikh gayi. Vikram ke honton par ek dark, victorious smile aagayi. Usne poori situation samajh li.
Vikram ne Priya ke ghutno aur kamar par apni pakad bilkul nahi chhodi. Ulta, usne Priya ke lambay kaale baalon ko ek haath se pichhe se kas ke kheencha aur walkie-talkie ko Priya ke kaanpte hue haath mein thama diya. Aur phir bina kisi daya ke, pure force aur junoon ke saath uski chut mein violent dhakke maarna dobara shuru kar diye.
Priya ka dimaag extreme pleasure se pehle hi melt ho chuka tha. Usne walkie-talkie ko apne haath mein pakada zarur, lekin uske munh se apne bete ke liye koi mamta ya sharam bhara lafz nahi nikla. Usne walkie-talkie par apna munh rakha aur sirf ek rasiya, besharam moan chhodi:
“Ahhh… ahhh… Ar… Arjun…? Ahhhh… Vikram… aur tez… ahhhh… deep inside… ahhhh…!!”
Woh ab bhi poori tarah doggy position mein rock par jhuki hui thi—jeebh bahar nikli hui, ahegao face, honton se saliva behta hua, heavy D-cup breasts neeche jhoolte hue. Usko iss baat se koi fark nahi pad raha tha ki uska beta samne khada hai. Uss waqt woh kisi ki maa nahi thi—woh sirf ek wild, unsatiated aurat thi jisse sirf Vikram ka lund chahiye tha.
Vikram usse ek jaanwar ki tarah pichhe se chodta raha. Walkie-talkie Priya ke haath mein thi.
Aur doosri taraf
us research boat par khada uska beta Arjun
har ek violent “thup”, har ek besharam “ahh”, aur har ek “deep inside”
apni aakhon se dekh raha tha
aur apne kaanon se sun raha tha.
Arjun ke munh se sirf ek toot i hui, kaanpti aawaz nikal rahi thi:
“Maa… nahi… please… mat karo… ahhhh…”
Lekin rock par
uski sagi maa
ab poori tarah
ek mindless sex-doll mode mein
apne naye pati ka mota lund
deep inside le rahi thi.
Purnima ki chaandni ke neeche
ultimate discovery
aur ek brutal, live cuckson call
ek saath
dono ke beech shuru ho chuke the.





Boat ke deck par Rashmi ne high-power military binoculars ko apni aakhon se laga kar rakha tha. Uske khoobsurat, glossy honton par ek dark, deeply satisfied aur victorious smile phail chuki thi. Usne apni nazar us flat, kaale rock par tiki rakhi jahan uski best friend Priya ek jaanwar ki tarah ek rogue mard ke neeche jhuki hui thi. Rashmi ne durbin ko ek haath se pakada aur doosre haath se Arjun ke shoulder ko pakad kar uske kaan ke paas jhuk gayi.
Uski garam, khushboodar saansain Arjun ke kaan par padne lagi, aur woh ek low, raspy, aur dangerously seductive voice mein phusphusayi:
“Dekh, Arjun… dhyan se dekh apni mummy ko. Pure, extreme ahegao face mein hai. Gulabi jeebh bahar nikli hui hai, aakhein ooper ulat chuki hain, dimaag completely shut down ho chuka hai. Woh sirf aur sirf us mard ka mota lund andar le rahi hai. Apni poori zindagi mein maine Priya ko itna khush, itna satisfied, aur itna completely submission mein kabhi nahi dekha.”
Arjun ka chehre ka rang poori tarah udd chuka tha. Uski aakhon se gusse, ghinnaur, aur behisaab dard ke aansoo continuous beh rahe the. Uska poora jism ek severe trauma se kaanp raha tha. Usne marine walkie-talkie ko dono haathon se itni zor se pakada ki uske knuckles safed pad gaye, aur uska button daba kar poori taaqat se chillaya:
“Maa!! Main Arjun!! Maa please meri baat suno!! Main yahan hoon, aapko lene aaya hoon!!”
Rock par se walkie-talkie ke speaker mein Priya ki aawaz aayi—broken, haafti hui, heavy, lekin bilkul clear. Vikram ab bhi uske pichhe ghutno par khada tha aur pure mardana force ke saath apna 8-inch mota lund uski geeli chut mein deep push kar raha tha.
“Ahhh… Ar… Arjun… beta…? Ohhh… ahhhh… kaisa… hai tu, beta… ahhhh… Teri Maa… toh… zinda… hai… ahhhh… Vikram… ahhh… itna deep… ahhhh…!!”
Priya apne bete se emotional baatein karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin uske har lafz ke beech mein extreme physical pleasure ki wajah se pure, shameless, slutty moans nikal rahe the. Vikram ne uske lambay kaale baalon ko pichhe se aur tight pakad liya aur apne dhakko ki speed aur gehraai aur badha di.
“Jor se… aur jor se bol apne bete ke samne… meri aurat…” Vikram ne ek pure, dominant jungli aawaz mein kaha.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Lund ke violent jhatko se Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts rock ke ooper lagatar jhool rahe the. Uski chut se aane wali squelching wet sounds speaker ke zariye Arjun ke headphones mein goonj rahi thin.
Arjun deck par ghutno ke bal gir pad aur walkie-talkie par rona shuru kar diya: “Mom!! Bohot ho gaya!! Please meri baat suno!! Ab ghar chalo hamare paas!! Papa tarap rahe hain, main tarap raha hoon!! Please ghar chalo!!”
Ek second ke liye rock par khamoshi phail gayi.
Vikram ne jab sunha ki yeh Priya ka beta hai jo door boat par baith kar apni maa ke liye gidgida raha hai, toh uske khurdure chehre par ek deeply dark, victorious smile aagayi. Usne apni dark brown aakhon se samundar mein khadi boat ko dekha, aur phir Priya ke gore jism par apna control dikhane ke liye, usne apna thick, paani se latha-path lund uski wet chut se ek jhatke mein bahar nikaala.
Arjun ne durbin se dekha—uski maa ki chut se Vikram ka cum aur white lather bahar nikal kar beh raha tha. Vikram ne apne 8-inch lund ke tip ko Priya ki tight, gori asshole par set kiya… aur ek single, violent, merciless push ke saath poora lund uski gaand ke andar tak ghusaa diya.
“AAAAAANNNGGGHHHH… AAAAAAHHHHHHH…!!”
Priya ke gale se ek pure dil ko cheer dene wali, bhayankar scream nikal gayi. Uski aakhein pain aur sudden expansion se phatne lagi thin.
Boat par Arjun ne bhi apni maa ki yeh violent scream sun kar pure dard se chillaya, “MOM!!”




Priya haafte hue, extreme ahegao face ke saath, walkie-talkie ko kaanpte hue haath mein liye hue boli—uski aawaz mein dard, extreme physical pleasure, aur ek permanent, final acceptance thi:

“Nahi… Arjun… beta… ahhhh… ab… yahi… mera… ghar… hai… ahhhh… main… Vikram… ki… aurat… hoon… main… yahi… rahungi… ahhhh… Fuck me… Vikram… harder… ahhhh… gaand phad de meri… ahhhh!!”
Vikram ne yeh sunte hi ek geheri, dark, mardana hasi hass di. Usne door boat ki taraf dekha aur Arjun ko clearly smile karke dikhayi. Phir usne Priya ke bhari hue hips ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad kar uski gaand mein pure force aur speed ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
Priya ab poori tarah dimaag se melt ho chuki thi. Uske munh se apne bete ke samne aur dirty, shameless alfaaz nikalne lage:
“Ahhh… beta… dekh… tera naya baap… teri maa… ki gaand… phad… raha… hai… ahhhh… Raj tera… baap… nahi… yeh… Vikram… mera… pati… hai… ahhhh… iska… mota lund… hi… meri… zaroorat… hai… ahhhh…!!”


Boat par Arjun ka sara mental control poori tarah se toot gaya. Cuckoldry, traumatic pain aur extreme dirty arousal ke paagalpan mein usne apne shorts ko ek jhatke mein neeche kiya aur apne hard, pathar jaisay lund ko pure gusse aur deewanepan mein tezz-tezz hilana shuru kar diya—bilkul Rashmi ke samne.
Rashmi ne jab Arjun ko apni hi maa ki chudai dekhte hue iss tarah apna lund hilate dekha, toh woh ek dark smile ke saath muskurane lagi. Usne Arjun ke paas aakar uske haath par apna haath rakha aur uske lund ko aur speed se stroke karte hue bola:
“Sahi kar raha hai, Arjun… dekh… teri mummy ki gaand chud rahi hai aur tu yahan mere samne apna lund hila raha hai. Kitna poori tarah se toot chuka hai tu… kitna helpless hai tu mere samne.”
Arjun rota hua, haafta hua, aakhon se behte aansuon ke saath apne lund ko extreme speed se hilaata raha. Radio par uski sagi maa ki screams, violent thup-thup ki aawaz, aur uske *“harder… aur tez”* ki rasiya pukaar lagatar goonj rahi thin.
Arjun ne rota hue aakhri baar kaha: “Maa… chalo na ghar… papa ke paas… mere paas…”
Priya ne haafte hue, extreme pleasure ke saath scream kiya: “Maha-bakwaas… mera ghar yahan hai… mera pati Vikram hai… mera beta Vihaan hai… mujhe kahi nahi jaana… Aaaaahhhh… Vikram…!!”
Vikram ne Priya ke gore pet par haath rakh kar ek deep, final thrust maara.
Tab Priya ne aakhri baar walkie-talkie ko apne munh ke paas laya, ek rasiya moan chhodi, aur phir poori taaqat ke saath us device ko rock se neeche cliff ki taraf samundar mein phenk diya.
*Splash!!*
Device paani mein gir kar gehre pattharon se takraya aur poori tarah toot gaya.
Frequency disconnect ho gayi. Connection permanently lost.
Priya ne pichhe mud ke Vikram ko dekha.
Chehre par pure ahegao face, saliva honton se beh raha tha, red eyes, poori tarah se ek used sex-doll ka look. Vikram ne uski thodi si hairy, wet aur completely open chut ko dekha. Usne apni do ungliyan uski wetness mein ghusaa kar ghumayi. Priya ne ek soft, broken moan li.
“Ahhh… my husband…”
Vikram ne ungliyan nikaal ke apna mota lund phir se uski wet chut mein pure force se dhakel diya aur violent speed se chodna shuru kar diya. Priya ne rock ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur pure mind-dead moans ke saath apne pati ke dhakke lene lagi.
Doosri taraf, boat par Arjun ka poora jism violent jhatkon se kaanp utha. Usne ek loud, broken scream ke saath apna thick climax shoot kar diya. Uska garam cum load uske haath par, deck par, aur Rashmi ke kapdon par ja gira.
Rashmi ne jhuk kar Arjun ke haath par laga hua cum apni jeebh se slowly chaat liya. Phir usne Arjun ke kaan ke paas aakar ek soft, cruel, aur absolute voice mein kaha:
“You lost your mom to a real bull, Arjun…
Ab woh uski hai. Poori tarah se. Body se, mind se, aur soul se.”
Rashmi ne Arjun ko pakad kar cabin ke andar kheench liya. Boatman ne boat ki direction change ki aur engine ko full throttle par daal diya.
Research boat dheere-dheere island se door mud gayi.
Pichhe, poornima ki roshan chaandni mein—
Vikram ab bhi Priya ko pure force ke saath chod raha tha.
Chhota Vihaan sand par khelta hua unse thodi door tha.
Priya ki rasiya moans aur dhakko ki aawaz
dheere-dheere samundar ki laheron mein door hoti chali gayi.
Boat unhe hamesha ke liye chhod kar
wapas mubhazzab duniya ki taraf chal di.
Us isolated, forbidden island par
Vikram,
Priya,
aur chhota Vihaan
hamesha ke liye reh gaye.
Unki apni ek nayi duniya.
Unka apna ghar.
Unka apna aasmaan.
Aur Arjun
apni sagi maa ko
ek real bull ke haath
poori tarah se
hamesha ke liye kho chuka tha.

Five Years Later....

Paanch saal ka lamba waqt guzar chuka tha us Purnima ki raat ke baad, jab Arjun ne aakhri baar apni sagi maa ko chaandni ki roshni mein doggy style position mein, jeebh bahar nikale, aakhein ooper ulat kar pure ahegao face ke saath Vikram ke motay lund par toot te hue dekha tha.
Is paanch saal ke safar mein us Uncharted Forbidden Island ki tasveer poori tarah badal chuki thi.
Chhota Vihaan ab paanch saal ka ek strong, dusky-skinned, active ladka ho chuka tha—apne baap Vikram ki tarah hi jungle aur samundar ke mahol mein bilkul dharalle se rehta tha. Lekin ab Vihaan akela baccha nahi tha. Uske alawa unki is chhote se parivaar mein do aur naye mehmaan aa chuke the. Ek beti, Roohi, jo teen saal ki thi—behad soft, gori aur bilkul apni maa Priya ki jawani jaisi khoobsurat. Aur sabse chhota beta, Aryan, jo abhi dedh saal ka tha—jo din bhar apni maa ke heavy D-cup breasts se chipka rehta tha aur dhoodh peeta rehta tha.
Teen bacche, ek dominant aur protective pati Vikram, aur ek aisi biwi jo ab poori tarah se is island ki undisputed rani ban chuki thi.
Priya ab 47 saal ki ho chuki thi, lekin island ki natural, primitive zindagi, taaza phal, paani, aur daily intense physical satisfaction ne uske jism mein ek alag hi, breathtaking glow bhar diya tha. Teen bacchon ke janam ke baad bhi uske heavy breasts pehle se zyada full, bhaari aur soft ho gaye the—garam milk ab bhi unme hamesha bhara rehta tha jo Vikram ke chusne par ya chhotay Aryan ke peene par aahista-aahista nikal aata tha. Uske wide hips aur round ass pehle se zyada voluptuous aur heavy ho gaye the. Pet par teen pregnancies ke baad halki, soft stretch marks ki lines thin, lekin Vikram jab bhi un lines ko dekhta ya chhoota, toh woh paagal ho jaata tha.
Priya ab poore din lagbhag nangi hi rehti thi—sirf jab jungle ke andar door tak jaana hota tab hi halka sa cloth wrapping kar leti. Baaki poora time uska nanga, soft, voluptuous aur completely used jism Vikram ke liye hamesha open aur available rehta tha.
Unki zindagi ab ek continuous, warm, dirty, aur deeply happy rhythm mein chal rahi thi.
Har subah ki shuruaat ek behad sensual Andaaz mein hoti. Vikram jaise hi neend se jaagta, sabse pehle Priya ke heavy breasts ko apne muah mein bhar kar unse garam dhoodh peeta. Uske bade khurdure haath Priya ke soft pet aur heavy hips par ghoomte, aur phir woh Priya ko side-lying position mein ya pichhe se aahista-aahista apni baahon mein bhar kar bina kisi waqt gavaye uski wet chut mein apna lund utar deta—jabki teeno bacche abhi hut ke kone mein soye hote.
Priya apni dark brown aakhein band karke soft, rasiya moans karti, Vikram ki broad, muscular back ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakadti, aur uske kaan mein phusphusati:
*“Haan… my husband… aise hi… subah-subah apne milk-filled container ko bhar de… teri biwi ready hai…”*
Dopahar ke waqt, jab saaf chaandni aur dhoop jungle ko roshan karti, teeno bacche hut ke bahar sand par khelte. Vihaan ek zimmedar bade bhai ki tarah apni chhoti behen Roohi aur chhotay Aryan ka khayal rakhta. Is beech Priya aur Vikram aksar island ke beech bani freshwater stream ya lake ke shallows mein chale jaate.
Wahan thande, saaf paani mein Vikram, Priya ko paani ke beech khada karta, uski ek bhari gori taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakhta, aur paani ke andar se hi violent force ke saath use chodta. Priya ke heavy breasts paani ke surface par niche-ooper jhoolte, uske muh se pure open moans nikalte jo jungle ke trees se takra kar wapas laut te:
*“Aur zor se… Vikram… ahhhh… meri chut ab bhi aur hamesha sirf teri hi rahegi…!!”*


Shaam ke waqt shore ki soft sand par unka milan hota.
Kabhi rock par extreme doggy position mein.
Kabhi Priya ko apne lund ke ooper bitha kar.
Kabhi pure, deep mating press mein jahan Vikram ka poora weight Priya ke soft jism par hota.
Vikram ab bhi use ek hungry, wild bull ki tarah leta tha, aur Priya ab bhi har din use poore haq aur junoon se khud maangti thi. Kabhi-kabhi toh woh khud Vikram ke saamne ghutno ke bal baith jaati, uske motay lund ko apne dono haathon se pakad kar poore munh mein leti, use chusti, har ek drop ko nigalti, aur phir uske ooper baith kar uski aakhon mein aakhein daal kar kehti:
*“Aaj phir se mere pet ke andar tak daal… mujhe phir se pregnant kar de…”*
Raat ko jab teeno bacche thak kar so jaate, toh hut ke andar sirf un dono ke jismon ki garmahat aur geheri aawazein hoti thin.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Priya ki continuous, heavy, satisfied moans.
Vikram ke deep, dominant groans.
Kabhi Vikram uske baal kheenchta, kabhi use tight hold mein pakadta, aur uske kaan mein phusphusata:
*“Paanch saal ho gaye… teen bacche paida kar diye… lekin ab bhi itni tight… ab bhi meri dedicated randi…”*
Priya ek soft, rasiya hasi has deti, moan karti, aur apne jism ko uske aur paas kheench leti.
Woh dono khush the. Poori tarah, bina kisi sharth ke.
Ab unke liye is island ke bahar koi mubhazzab duniya nahi thi.
Nahi koi Arjun ka khayal bacha tha, nahi koi Mumbai ki purani zindagi, aur na hi koi guilt ya sharam.
Sirf yeh isolated, khoobsurat island tha, yeh mard Vikram tha, unke yeh teen masoom bacche the, aur unki yeh continuous, gandi, pyari, aur behad asali chudai wali zindagi thi.
Priya kabhi-kabhi poornima ki chaandni mein hut ke bahar baith kar aasmaan ko dekhti aur sochti—pehle Mumbai ke us char-deewari ke andar uski zindagi kitni khali, kitni artificial thi.
Ab uske poore jism par uske asli mard ke nishaan the, uske pet se uske teen bacche nikal chuke the, aur uski chut ab sirf aur sirf ek hi lund ki permanent aadi ban chuki thi.
Vikram pichhe se aata, apne bade haathon se uske heavy breasts ko pakadta, uske kaan par lips rakh kar kehta:
*“Sochna band kar, Priya. Aaja andar. Tujhe pata hai na mujhe abhi aur chahiye…”*
Priya muskurati, uska haath pakadti, aur uske saath hut ke andhere aur garam mahol ki taraf chal deti—
poori tarah nangi,
behad khush,
aur poori tarah se uski.
Forbidden island par
ek happy,
fucking,
aur asali parivaar
apni zindagi
jee raha tha.
Forever.



The End.