22-08-2026, 03:41 PM
Dara ke jaane ke baad Menaka kuch der tak kitchen ki floor pe hi leti rahi. Nighty kamar tak upar, legs faili hui, chut se Dara ka garam cum abhi bhi dheere-dheere tapak raha tha. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thi.
Woh uthke bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya, garam paani ke neeche khadi ho gayi. Haath se apni chut saaf karne lagi, par jaise hi ungli andar gayi, subah wala scene yaad aa gaya – Dara ka mota lund, uske baal kheenchna, gaand pe thappad, aur woh force se bola hua “tu ab meri hai”.
Menaka ki aankhein band ho gayi. Woh khud ko rok nahi paayi. Ungli tez kar di, doosri haath se nipple pinch karne lagi. “Dara… saale…” bolte hue woh bathroom mein hi jhad gayi, pair kaanp rahe the.
Nahaa ke bahar aayi toh mirror mein khud ko dekha. Gardan pe laal nishaan, boobs pe kaatne ke marks, gaand pe thappad ke nishaan. Usne normal salwar kameez pehna, par andar se abhi bhi geeli thi.
Din bhar woh restless rahi. Do baar phone uthaya doosri memsaabon ko call karne ke liye… par pehli baar cut kar diya, doosri baar sirf “hello” bolke rakh diya. Dil mein guilt tha, par saath mein ek ajeeb si garmi bhi. Har baar jab woh baithti, subah wala dard aur maza dono yaad aa jaate.
Sham ko 6 baje ke aas-paas Ayan ghar aa gaya. Normal mom mode on kar liya – homework check kiya, khana khilaya, TV pe cartoon lagaya. Par uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi – Dara ne kaha tha shaam tak baat kar lena.
Raat ke 8:30 baje Ayan so gaya. Menaka ne finally himmat ki. Pehli memsaab ko call kiya.
“Aunty, woh Vimla… uske baare mein… actually mujhe laga galat fehmi ho gayi thi. Woh theek hai, aap usko wapas rakh sakti ho.”
Doosri memsaab ko bhi same baat boli. Dono ne haan kar di.
Menaka ne phone rakhte hi deep saans li. Ab Dara khush hoga… aur shayad kal phir aayega.
Uske neeche, shack mein…
Dara duty khatam karke shack mein aaya. Dim bulb jal raha tha. Usne jeans kholi, bed pe let gaya aur aankhein band ki. Subah wala scene full detail mein yaad aane laga.
Pehle uska haath Menaka ki nighty upar uthate hue… uski soft gaand haath mein… phir panty side karke geeli chut. “Kitni ready thi tu subah subah…” soch soch ke uska lund khada ho gaya.
Usne haath lund pe rakha aur hilana shuru kiya.
Yaad aaya jab usne ek jhatke mein poora andar thoka tha – Menaka ki cheekh, uska body kaampna. “AHHHH…!”
jab uske baal pakad ke peeche kheench rahe the, gaand pe thappad maarte hue. “Bol kiski randi hai tu?” aur uska jawaab “Teri…”
Dara ki speed badh gayi.
Phir woh scene jab usko zameen pe litaya, pair failaye, full weight daal ke pela. Nipples choosna, kaatna.
Menaka ka orgasm – chut ne itna zor se jakda tha ki usko bhi control karna mushkil ho gaya. Aur aakhir mein andar jhadna… garam maal uski chut mein bharna, overflow hote hue dekhna.
“Kal phir… aaj se roz…” Dara ne zor se bola aur jhad gaya, haath pe hi.
Woh thodi der wahi pada raha, saans tez, chehre pe satisfied muskurahat.
Phir usne socha – kal subah Ayan college jaayega, main phir upar jaunga. Aaj toh usne Vimla ke jobs bhi wapas karwa diye. Ab toh poori tarah meri ban chuki hai.
Hotel room mein Prakash yeh sab screens pe dekh raha tha – pehle Menaka ka bathroom wala scene, phir uski restless din, phir phone calls, aur neeche shack mein Dara ka apne aap se maza lena.
Uske chehre pe jealousy thi, par neeche lund full hard.
Raat ke 11 baje Menaka bed pe leti thi, aankhein khuli. Uski ek ungli dheere se apni chut pe ghoom rahi thi… Dara ke naam pe.
Kal phir hone wala tha.
Raat bhar kuch khaas nahi hua. Menaka jaldi so gayi. Dara aur Vimla roof pe apna kaam khatam karke chale gaye. Phir Dara apne shack mein so gaya, shayad Banke ko night duty pe chhod ke. Main bhi so gaya, par dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling thi ki kal kuch bada hone wala hai.
Subha uthte hi speakers se Ayan ki usual tantrum wali awaazein aa rahi thi. Usse college ke liye ready karna hamesha ek bada drama hota tha. Main thoda muskurate hue dekh raha tha jaise Menaka uske peeche peeche bhaag rahi thi, daily routine follow karte hue. Watchman ka shack khali tha, isliye maine assume kiya Dara bhi uth chuka hoga.
Aakhir mein Menaka ne Ayan ko ready kiya, usse doodh pilaya, lunch box diya aur apartment se bahar nikal gayi bus stop tak chhodne.
Woh lagbhag 15 minute baad wapas aayi – chehre pe bada sa grin. Lag raha tha ghar mein akeli hone se almost excited hai. Maine socha ab Dara ya Banke jaldi aane wale hain.
Aur mera guess sahi nikla. Meri biwi seedha bedroom gayi aur jaldi-jaldi apni saree kholne lagi. Blouse aur petticoat bhi utar diye. Ab woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi – sirf kaali panty aur blue bra mein. Usne khud ko ghoora, phir dheere se bra ke hook khole. Bade bade boobs azaad ho gaye, thode se jhuke hue, nipples pehle se hi thode hard. Maine socha shayad woh isliye nangi ho rahi hai taaki jaise hi uska lover aaye, seedha kaam shuru ho jaaye, lost time recover karne ke liye.
Par mujhe surprise hua jab woh bed pe letne ke bajaye sirf panty mein kitchen ki taraf chal di. Shayad paani peene ke liye, socha maine. Par usne corner mein latka hua ek naya blue apron uthaya. Main pehle kabhi yeh apron nahi dekha tha – bilkul naya lag raha tha.
Usne apron ka neck loop apne sar ke upar daala. Apron ka front uske boobs ko adha cover kar raha tha aur neeche thighs ke aadhe hisse tak aa raha tha. Usne peeche jaake strings baandhi. Apron ne uski peeth aur panty wali gaand bilkul nangi chhod di thi. Strings ke loose ends uski gaand pe latak rahe the, chalne pe idhar-udhar hil rahe the.
Bedroom mein wapas aake woh mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi aur khud ko dekhne lagi. Main bhi dekh raha tha – meri biwi almost nangi, sirf apron aur kaali panty mein. Kuch ajeeb sa kinky lag raha tha. Apron ka front loose tha, uske cleavage ko clearly dikha raha tha, par boobs ko chhupa raha tha. Har movement pe thoda sa boob apron ke kinare se bahar nikal aata. Woh baar-baar unhe andar dhakelti, apron ko tight karne ki koshish karti, par fail.
Woh idhar-udhar mudti, apni gaand ko dekhati jo peeche se ubhri hui thi, blue apron aur kaali panty uski milky skin pe kitna strong contrast bana rahe the. Uske soft thighs, gaand ka gol shape, aur apron ke neeche se jhalakti hui panty… sab kuch itna seductive lag raha tha.
woh wapas kitchen chali gayi. Stove pe paani rakh diya chai ke liye, phir ek bade tray mein aata nikaala aur dough gundne lagi. Yeh sab dekh ke mujhe ajeeb laga.
Bahut jaldi front door khula aur Dara andar aaya, keys ka guchha haath mein liye. Darwaza band kiya, aas-paas dekha aur bola,
“Memsaab?”
“Kitchen mein hoon!” Menaka ne bilkul nonchalant awaaz mein jawab diya.
Ab Dara ke paas ghar ki poori azaadi thi. Woh kabhi bhi apni keys se andar aa sakta tha. Aur Menaka isse normal treat kar rahi thi.
“Ohh waah…” Dara kitchen mein ghuste hi ruk gaya. Uski aankhein meri biwi ke kinky getup pe atak gayi.
Menaka ne uski taraf dekha aur ek sharmaaya sa smile diya – bilkul us tarah jaise koi biwi apne husband ko impress karna chahti ho.
“Kya kar rahi ho?” purane gurkha ne dheere se poocha, uske peeche aate hue.
“Breakfast bana rahi hoon. Parathe pasand hain na?” usne phir se bilkul wifely tone mein poocha.
Dara bilkul uske peeche chipak gaya. Usne dono haath uski kamar pe rakhe. Pehle panty ke upar se uski gaand ko sehlaya, phir ek haath aage le jaake apron ke neeche ghusaya. Menaka dough gundti rahi aur khushi se muskurati rahi.
“Main ne auraton ko yeh apron pehnte dekha hai, par aise kabhi nahi.” Dara hans pada aur aage jhuk ke Menaka ki gardan pe kiss kiya. Uske haath ab uske pure front pe ghum rahe the – apron ke neeche se boobs ko masalte hue, nipples ko dheere se pinch karte hue.
“Kya kar rahe ho? Mujhe cooking pe focus nahi karne doge kya?” Menaka ne playful tone mein poocha.
Clearly mock reluctance thi uski awaaz mein.
“Main madad karta hoon.”
Dara ne apron ke neeche se haath nikale aur dono haath aage se Menaka ke haathon ke saath dough mein daal diye. Ab uska pura body uske peeche chipka hua tha. Woh uski gardan pe kaat raha tha, choos raha tha, aur dono ke haath milke aate ko gund rahe the. Dara ka hard lund uski gaand pe dab raha tha, sirf jeans aur ek patli panty ke beech.
Menaka ki saansein ab tez ho chuki thi. Dough ke beech mein uski ungliyaan Dara ki ungliyon se mil rahi thi – geela aata, garam haath, aur peeche se uska garam body.
Dara ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Aaj subah se tera intezaar kar raha tha… yeh apron pehen ke tu kitni randi dikh rahi hai memsaab.”
Menaka ne sirf muskura ke jawab diya, dough gundte hue apni gaand thodi si peeche ko sarka di… Dara ke lund ke aur kareeb.
Dara ka pura body ab Menaka ke peeche chipka hua tha. Uske jeans ka hard lund seedha uski panty wali gaand pe daba hua tha. Dono ke haath abhi bhi geele aate mein the, par Dara ke haath ab aate se zyada
Menaka ke soft haathon ko sehla rahe the.
Usne Menaka ke kaan ke bilkul paas muh laaya aur dheere se kaha, awaaz bhari hui lust se:
“Kitni sexy lag rahi hai aaj tu memsaab… yeh apron pehen ke. Main subah se bhuka hoon… sirf tere liye.”
Menaka ke hothon pe halki si smile aa gayi. Woh dough gundti rahi, jaan-bujh ke apni gaand thodi peeche sarka di taaki Dara ka lund aur tightly feel ho.
Dara ab control nahi kar paaya. Usne aate wale haath nikaale aur seedha apron ke neeche ghusaye. Dono haathon se uske bade boobs pakad liye – soft, bhaari, nipples pehle se hi hard. Usne unhe zor se masla, anguthe se nipples ko ghumaya.
“Ummm…” Menaka ki halki si moan nikal gayi. Dough uske haathon se chipak raha tha.
Dara ne uski gardan pe jeebh ferai, phir kaat liya. Ek haath neeche le gaya – apron ke neeche se uski panty ke andar. Ungli seedha uski chut pe gayi.
“Saali… itni geeli kyun hai? Subah subah se soch rahi thi na meri?”
Menaka ne jawaab mein sirf apni taang thodi failayi. Dara ki ungli ab uski chut ke folds ke beech ghum rahi thi, clit ko dheere-dheere ragad rahi thi.
Phir Dara ne ek dum se usko ghumaya. Menaka ab uske saamne thi – blue apron, kaali panty, boobs apron ke kinare se nikalte hue. Dara ki aankhein bhookhi thi. Usne apron ke upper part ko neeche khinch diya.
Dono bade boobs bahar aa gaye.
“Yeh le…” bolte hue usne ek nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se choosa, daant se halka kaata. Doosre boob ko haath se masalte hue.
Menaka ka sar peeche ko gir gaya. “Ahhh… Dara… dheere…”
Par Dara ko dheere nahi karna tha. Woh bhuka tha. Usne dono boobs ko ek saath dabaaya, beech mein face ghusaya, jeebh se lick kiya, choosa, kaata. Menaka ke boobs ab laal ho rahe the uske kaatne se.
Fir usne Menaka ko counter pe utha diya. Apron ab bilkul upar, sirf panty neeche. Dara ne uski dono taangein failayi aur beech mein khud aa gaya. Usne panty ko side mein kheench ke dekhne laga uski geeli chut ko.
“Kitni pyari chut hai teri memsaab… abhi bhi meri cum ki yaad mein geeli.”
Usne jhuk ke seedha jeebh laga di. Lambi-lambi strokes se upar se neeche tak chaata. Clit ko muh mein leke choosa. Menaka ke haath uske baalon mein chale gaye.
“Ohhh fuck… Dara… aise mat kar… main…”
Dara ne do ungliyaan andar daal di aur jeebh clit pe tezi se hilane laga. Menaka ki taangein kaanpne lagi.
Woh counter pe litayii hui, apron upar, boobs hil rahe the, muh se sirf moans nikal rahi thi.
“Jhad… meri jeebh pe jhad,” Dara ne awaaz mein hukm diya.
Menaka ka pehla orgasm aaya. Uski chut ne Dara ki ungliyon ko jakad liya, paani nikalne laga. Dara ne sab chaat liya, ek boond bhi nahi chhodi.
Ab uska sabr khatam ho chuka tha. Usne jeans kholi, lund bahar nikaala – nasse ubhre hue, topa se pre-cum tapak raha tha. Menaka ki aankhein uspe atak gayi.
Dara ne uski panty bilkul faad di. Ek jhatke mein poora lund andar daal diya.
“AHHHH…!” Menaka ki cheekh kitchen mein goonj gayi.
Dara ne uski dono taangein apne kandhon pe rakh li aur full force se pelna shuru kiya. Thap-thap-thap… har dhakke mein uske boobs aage-peeche hil rahe the. Apron ab sirf uske pet pe latak raha tha.
“Itni tight… abhi bhi… jaise pehli baar chod raha hoon,” Dara haanfate hue bola. “Tu meri randi hai memsaab… bol.”
“Haan… teri randi… aur zor se…” Menaka ab khud bol rahi thi.
Dara ne usko neeche utara, ghodi bana diya. Kitchen counter pakad ke Menaka jhuk gayi. Dara ne peeche se uski gaand ko failaya aur phir se andar ghusa diya. Ab uske haath uski gaand pe the – zor zor se masalte, thappad maarte.
Thappad ki awaaz… phir aur ek… laal nishaan pad rahe the uski milky gaand pe.
“Yeh le… yeh le… saali sexy memsaab…” Dara har dhakke ke saath bol raha tha. “Subah se tera soch soch ke lund dard kar raha tha.”
Usne ek haath aage le jaake uski clit ragadni shuru ki. Doosre haath se uske baal pakad ke peeche kheench liya.
Menaka ab pure control mein nahi thi. “Dara… main aa rahi hoon… phir se…”
Doosra orgasm uske jism ko hila gaya. Uske pair kaanp rahe the. Dara ne usko sambhala, lund abhi bhi andar.
Phir usne Menaka ko ulta kiya, apne haathon mein utha liya. Menaka ne apni taangein uski kamar pe lapet li. Dara ne usko deewar se sataaya aur khade-khade hi pelna shuru kiya. Ab chehre se chehra, Dara uske hoth chaat raha tha, jeebh andar daal ke.
“Tu sirf meri hai… samjhi? Kal se roz aunga… jab mann karega.”
Menaka ne sirf haan mein moan kiya. Uski chut ab itni geeli thi ki har dhakke pe chhapaak ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Aakhir mein Dara ne speed aur badha di. “Andar… ya bahar?”
“Andar… bhar de… poora…” Menaka ne almost bheekh maangi.
Dara ne kuch deep dhakke maare aur zor se andar hi jhad gaya. Garam maal ki dhaar uski chut mein padti rahi. Menaka bhi saath mein teesri baar jhad gayi, nakhun Dara ki peeth mein gaad te hue.
Dono kuch der wahi khade rahe – Dara abhi bhi uske andar, Menaka uske body se lipatti hui, apron ab bilkul gila aur gandha, boobs pe Dara ke kaatne ke nishaan, gaand pe laal thappadon ke marks.
Dara ne dheere se lund nikala. Cum ki thick dhariyaan Menaka ki thighs se neeche girne lagi. Usne jhuk ke ek baar phir uski chut chaat li, apna hi maal saaf karte hue.
Phir uthke uske hothon pe ek gehra kiss kiya.
“Ab jaake parathe bana… main yahin baith ke khaunga. Aur yaad rakh… aaj raat ko bhi aunga.”
Menaka abhi bhi deewar se lagi hui thi, saans phooli hui, aankhein nasha bharee. Usne sirf dheere se sir hilaya.
Kitchen mein ab sirf unki bhaari saanson ki awaaz thi… aur stove pe ubalte paani ki.
Menaka ne abhi bhi kaanpte haathon se apni nighty aur apron theek kiya. Cum abhi bhi uski thighs se dheere-dheere tapak raha tha. Usne stove on kiya aur parathe banane shuru kar diye – aata gundha hua tha, tawa garam.
Dara bilkul nanga living room mein chala gaya. Usne sofa pe pair faila ke baith gaya, lund abhi bhi thoda geela aur semi-hard, body pe paseena chamak raha tha. Woh TV on kiye bina hi Menaka ko kitchen se dekh raha tha – uski nangi peeth, apron ke neeche se jhalakti gaand, aur chalte waqt thighs pe uske hi cum ke nishaan.
Thodi der baad Menaka parathe leke aayi. Ek plate mein do ghee wale parathe, saath mein dahi. Woh ab bhi sirf apron aur faadi hui panty mein thi. Dara ke saamne table pe plate rakhte hue uske boobs apron se thode bahar nikal aaye.
“Kha…” usne dheere se bola, thoda sharmaate hue.
Dara ne usko apni godi mein kheench liya. Menaka uske nange thighs pe baith gayi. Dara ne ek haath se paratha toda aur uske muh mein diya. Doosre haath se uske boobs masalte raha.
Dono ne aise hi khaya – Dara usko khila raha tha, beech-beech mein uske hoth chaat raha tha, aur Menaka uske lund ko dheere-dheere sehla rahi thi. Parathe khatam hote-hote dono phir se garam ho chuke the.
Dara ne plate side mein dhakel di. “Ab meri baari.”
Menaka samajh gayi. Woh dheere se uski godi se utri aur uske saamne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Dara ka lund uske muh ke bilkul saamne tha – ab phir se poora hard, nasse ubhre hue.
Menaka ne pehle jeebh se topa chaata, phir dheere se muh mein liya. Dara ne uske baal pakad liye.
“Haan… aise… poora le andar… meri randi.”
Menaka ne muh khol ke poora lund andar tak le liya. Ghar-ghar ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Thook uske hothon se tapak raha tha, aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par woh ruk nahi rahi thi. Dara uske sar ko pakad ke dheere-dheere dhakke maar raha tha – muh-fuck.
“Chus… zor se chus… kal se tera muh yaad kar raha tha,” Dara haanfate hue bola.
Menaka ne lund nikaala, jeebh se neeche balls tak chaata, phir wapas muh mein leke tezi se upar-neeche karne lagi. Thook ki dhaariyaan uske boobs pe gir rahi thi.
Dara zyada der nahi jhel paya. Usne Menaka ko uthaya aur sofa pe litak diya. Apron bilkul hata diya. Ab Menaka sirf faadi hui panty mein thi. Dara ne uski dono taangein failayi aur seedha uski chut pe muh laga diya – bilkul kutte ki tarah.
Woh jeebh bahar nikaale hue uski chut chaat raha tha, choos raha tha, clit ko daant se halka kaat raha tha.
Menaka ke haath uske baalon mein the.
“Ahhh… Dara… aise… haan… jeebh andar…”
Dara bilkul paagal ho chuka tha. Woh uski chut ko kha raha tha – awaazein gili-gili nikal rahi thi, thook aur uska ras milke sofa geela kar raha tha. Usne do ungliyaan andar daal di aur jeebh clit pe tezi se hilane laga.
Menaka ka jism akad gaya. “Main aa rahi hoon… Dara… mat ruk…”
Woh jhad gayi. Dara ne uska paani poora pi liya, jeebh se saaf karte hue.
Ab dono ka sabr khatam. Dara ne Menaka ko ghodi bana diya sofa pe. Peeche se ek jhatke mein lund andar daal diya.
“AHHH!”
Thap-thap-thap… zor zor se dhakke. Dara uski gaand pakde hue pela raha tha, har dhakke pe uske boobs sofa pe ragad kha rahe the.
“Kitni mast chut hai teri… roz chodunga tujhe…”
Menaka bhi ab pure mood mein thi. “Haan… pel… aur zor se… meri chut teri hai…”
Dara ne speed badha di.
Sofa hilne laga. Menaka ki cheekhein nikalne lagi.
Tabhi…
Ding-dong.
Doorbell.
Dono ek dum ruk gaye. Dara ka lund abhi bhi Menaka ke andar tha.
Bahar se awaaz aayi –
“Memsaab? Main Vimla… aapne bulaya tha na kaam ke liye?”
Menaka ki aankhein phail gayi. Dara ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat nikalna.”
Woh dheere se lund bahar nikaalne laga, par doorbell phir se baj uthi.
Vimla bahar khadi thi.
Woh uthke bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya, garam paani ke neeche khadi ho gayi. Haath se apni chut saaf karne lagi, par jaise hi ungli andar gayi, subah wala scene yaad aa gaya – Dara ka mota lund, uske baal kheenchna, gaand pe thappad, aur woh force se bola hua “tu ab meri hai”.
Menaka ki aankhein band ho gayi. Woh khud ko rok nahi paayi. Ungli tez kar di, doosri haath se nipple pinch karne lagi. “Dara… saale…” bolte hue woh bathroom mein hi jhad gayi, pair kaanp rahe the.
Nahaa ke bahar aayi toh mirror mein khud ko dekha. Gardan pe laal nishaan, boobs pe kaatne ke marks, gaand pe thappad ke nishaan. Usne normal salwar kameez pehna, par andar se abhi bhi geeli thi.
Din bhar woh restless rahi. Do baar phone uthaya doosri memsaabon ko call karne ke liye… par pehli baar cut kar diya, doosri baar sirf “hello” bolke rakh diya. Dil mein guilt tha, par saath mein ek ajeeb si garmi bhi. Har baar jab woh baithti, subah wala dard aur maza dono yaad aa jaate.
Sham ko 6 baje ke aas-paas Ayan ghar aa gaya. Normal mom mode on kar liya – homework check kiya, khana khilaya, TV pe cartoon lagaya. Par uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi – Dara ne kaha tha shaam tak baat kar lena.
Raat ke 8:30 baje Ayan so gaya. Menaka ne finally himmat ki. Pehli memsaab ko call kiya.
“Aunty, woh Vimla… uske baare mein… actually mujhe laga galat fehmi ho gayi thi. Woh theek hai, aap usko wapas rakh sakti ho.”
Doosri memsaab ko bhi same baat boli. Dono ne haan kar di.
Menaka ne phone rakhte hi deep saans li. Ab Dara khush hoga… aur shayad kal phir aayega.
Uske neeche, shack mein…
Dara duty khatam karke shack mein aaya. Dim bulb jal raha tha. Usne jeans kholi, bed pe let gaya aur aankhein band ki. Subah wala scene full detail mein yaad aane laga.
Pehle uska haath Menaka ki nighty upar uthate hue… uski soft gaand haath mein… phir panty side karke geeli chut. “Kitni ready thi tu subah subah…” soch soch ke uska lund khada ho gaya.
Usne haath lund pe rakha aur hilana shuru kiya.
Yaad aaya jab usne ek jhatke mein poora andar thoka tha – Menaka ki cheekh, uska body kaampna. “AHHHH…!”
jab uske baal pakad ke peeche kheench rahe the, gaand pe thappad maarte hue. “Bol kiski randi hai tu?” aur uska jawaab “Teri…”
Dara ki speed badh gayi.
Phir woh scene jab usko zameen pe litaya, pair failaye, full weight daal ke pela. Nipples choosna, kaatna.
Menaka ka orgasm – chut ne itna zor se jakda tha ki usko bhi control karna mushkil ho gaya. Aur aakhir mein andar jhadna… garam maal uski chut mein bharna, overflow hote hue dekhna.
“Kal phir… aaj se roz…” Dara ne zor se bola aur jhad gaya, haath pe hi.
Woh thodi der wahi pada raha, saans tez, chehre pe satisfied muskurahat.
Phir usne socha – kal subah Ayan college jaayega, main phir upar jaunga. Aaj toh usne Vimla ke jobs bhi wapas karwa diye. Ab toh poori tarah meri ban chuki hai.
Hotel room mein Prakash yeh sab screens pe dekh raha tha – pehle Menaka ka bathroom wala scene, phir uski restless din, phir phone calls, aur neeche shack mein Dara ka apne aap se maza lena.
Uske chehre pe jealousy thi, par neeche lund full hard.
Raat ke 11 baje Menaka bed pe leti thi, aankhein khuli. Uski ek ungli dheere se apni chut pe ghoom rahi thi… Dara ke naam pe.
Kal phir hone wala tha.
Raat bhar kuch khaas nahi hua. Menaka jaldi so gayi. Dara aur Vimla roof pe apna kaam khatam karke chale gaye. Phir Dara apne shack mein so gaya, shayad Banke ko night duty pe chhod ke. Main bhi so gaya, par dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling thi ki kal kuch bada hone wala hai.
Subha uthte hi speakers se Ayan ki usual tantrum wali awaazein aa rahi thi. Usse college ke liye ready karna hamesha ek bada drama hota tha. Main thoda muskurate hue dekh raha tha jaise Menaka uske peeche peeche bhaag rahi thi, daily routine follow karte hue. Watchman ka shack khali tha, isliye maine assume kiya Dara bhi uth chuka hoga.
Aakhir mein Menaka ne Ayan ko ready kiya, usse doodh pilaya, lunch box diya aur apartment se bahar nikal gayi bus stop tak chhodne.
Woh lagbhag 15 minute baad wapas aayi – chehre pe bada sa grin. Lag raha tha ghar mein akeli hone se almost excited hai. Maine socha ab Dara ya Banke jaldi aane wale hain.
Aur mera guess sahi nikla. Meri biwi seedha bedroom gayi aur jaldi-jaldi apni saree kholne lagi. Blouse aur petticoat bhi utar diye. Ab woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi – sirf kaali panty aur blue bra mein. Usne khud ko ghoora, phir dheere se bra ke hook khole. Bade bade boobs azaad ho gaye, thode se jhuke hue, nipples pehle se hi thode hard. Maine socha shayad woh isliye nangi ho rahi hai taaki jaise hi uska lover aaye, seedha kaam shuru ho jaaye, lost time recover karne ke liye.
Par mujhe surprise hua jab woh bed pe letne ke bajaye sirf panty mein kitchen ki taraf chal di. Shayad paani peene ke liye, socha maine. Par usne corner mein latka hua ek naya blue apron uthaya. Main pehle kabhi yeh apron nahi dekha tha – bilkul naya lag raha tha.
Usne apron ka neck loop apne sar ke upar daala. Apron ka front uske boobs ko adha cover kar raha tha aur neeche thighs ke aadhe hisse tak aa raha tha. Usne peeche jaake strings baandhi. Apron ne uski peeth aur panty wali gaand bilkul nangi chhod di thi. Strings ke loose ends uski gaand pe latak rahe the, chalne pe idhar-udhar hil rahe the.
Bedroom mein wapas aake woh mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi aur khud ko dekhne lagi. Main bhi dekh raha tha – meri biwi almost nangi, sirf apron aur kaali panty mein. Kuch ajeeb sa kinky lag raha tha. Apron ka front loose tha, uske cleavage ko clearly dikha raha tha, par boobs ko chhupa raha tha. Har movement pe thoda sa boob apron ke kinare se bahar nikal aata. Woh baar-baar unhe andar dhakelti, apron ko tight karne ki koshish karti, par fail.
Woh idhar-udhar mudti, apni gaand ko dekhati jo peeche se ubhri hui thi, blue apron aur kaali panty uski milky skin pe kitna strong contrast bana rahe the. Uske soft thighs, gaand ka gol shape, aur apron ke neeche se jhalakti hui panty… sab kuch itna seductive lag raha tha.
woh wapas kitchen chali gayi. Stove pe paani rakh diya chai ke liye, phir ek bade tray mein aata nikaala aur dough gundne lagi. Yeh sab dekh ke mujhe ajeeb laga.
Bahut jaldi front door khula aur Dara andar aaya, keys ka guchha haath mein liye. Darwaza band kiya, aas-paas dekha aur bola,
“Memsaab?”
“Kitchen mein hoon!” Menaka ne bilkul nonchalant awaaz mein jawab diya.
Ab Dara ke paas ghar ki poori azaadi thi. Woh kabhi bhi apni keys se andar aa sakta tha. Aur Menaka isse normal treat kar rahi thi.
“Ohh waah…” Dara kitchen mein ghuste hi ruk gaya. Uski aankhein meri biwi ke kinky getup pe atak gayi.
Menaka ne uski taraf dekha aur ek sharmaaya sa smile diya – bilkul us tarah jaise koi biwi apne husband ko impress karna chahti ho.
“Kya kar rahi ho?” purane gurkha ne dheere se poocha, uske peeche aate hue.
“Breakfast bana rahi hoon. Parathe pasand hain na?” usne phir se bilkul wifely tone mein poocha.
Dara bilkul uske peeche chipak gaya. Usne dono haath uski kamar pe rakhe. Pehle panty ke upar se uski gaand ko sehlaya, phir ek haath aage le jaake apron ke neeche ghusaya. Menaka dough gundti rahi aur khushi se muskurati rahi.
“Main ne auraton ko yeh apron pehnte dekha hai, par aise kabhi nahi.” Dara hans pada aur aage jhuk ke Menaka ki gardan pe kiss kiya. Uske haath ab uske pure front pe ghum rahe the – apron ke neeche se boobs ko masalte hue, nipples ko dheere se pinch karte hue.
“Kya kar rahe ho? Mujhe cooking pe focus nahi karne doge kya?” Menaka ne playful tone mein poocha.
Clearly mock reluctance thi uski awaaz mein.
“Main madad karta hoon.”
Dara ne apron ke neeche se haath nikale aur dono haath aage se Menaka ke haathon ke saath dough mein daal diye. Ab uska pura body uske peeche chipka hua tha. Woh uski gardan pe kaat raha tha, choos raha tha, aur dono ke haath milke aate ko gund rahe the. Dara ka hard lund uski gaand pe dab raha tha, sirf jeans aur ek patli panty ke beech.
Menaka ki saansein ab tez ho chuki thi. Dough ke beech mein uski ungliyaan Dara ki ungliyon se mil rahi thi – geela aata, garam haath, aur peeche se uska garam body.
Dara ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Aaj subah se tera intezaar kar raha tha… yeh apron pehen ke tu kitni randi dikh rahi hai memsaab.”
Menaka ne sirf muskura ke jawab diya, dough gundte hue apni gaand thodi si peeche ko sarka di… Dara ke lund ke aur kareeb.
Dara ka pura body ab Menaka ke peeche chipka hua tha. Uske jeans ka hard lund seedha uski panty wali gaand pe daba hua tha. Dono ke haath abhi bhi geele aate mein the, par Dara ke haath ab aate se zyada
Menaka ke soft haathon ko sehla rahe the.
Usne Menaka ke kaan ke bilkul paas muh laaya aur dheere se kaha, awaaz bhari hui lust se:
“Kitni sexy lag rahi hai aaj tu memsaab… yeh apron pehen ke. Main subah se bhuka hoon… sirf tere liye.”
Menaka ke hothon pe halki si smile aa gayi. Woh dough gundti rahi, jaan-bujh ke apni gaand thodi peeche sarka di taaki Dara ka lund aur tightly feel ho.
Dara ab control nahi kar paaya. Usne aate wale haath nikaale aur seedha apron ke neeche ghusaye. Dono haathon se uske bade boobs pakad liye – soft, bhaari, nipples pehle se hi hard. Usne unhe zor se masla, anguthe se nipples ko ghumaya.
“Ummm…” Menaka ki halki si moan nikal gayi. Dough uske haathon se chipak raha tha.
Dara ne uski gardan pe jeebh ferai, phir kaat liya. Ek haath neeche le gaya – apron ke neeche se uski panty ke andar. Ungli seedha uski chut pe gayi.
“Saali… itni geeli kyun hai? Subah subah se soch rahi thi na meri?”
Menaka ne jawaab mein sirf apni taang thodi failayi. Dara ki ungli ab uski chut ke folds ke beech ghum rahi thi, clit ko dheere-dheere ragad rahi thi.
Phir Dara ne ek dum se usko ghumaya. Menaka ab uske saamne thi – blue apron, kaali panty, boobs apron ke kinare se nikalte hue. Dara ki aankhein bhookhi thi. Usne apron ke upper part ko neeche khinch diya.
Dono bade boobs bahar aa gaye.
“Yeh le…” bolte hue usne ek nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se choosa, daant se halka kaata. Doosre boob ko haath se masalte hue.
Menaka ka sar peeche ko gir gaya. “Ahhh… Dara… dheere…”
Par Dara ko dheere nahi karna tha. Woh bhuka tha. Usne dono boobs ko ek saath dabaaya, beech mein face ghusaya, jeebh se lick kiya, choosa, kaata. Menaka ke boobs ab laal ho rahe the uske kaatne se.
Fir usne Menaka ko counter pe utha diya. Apron ab bilkul upar, sirf panty neeche. Dara ne uski dono taangein failayi aur beech mein khud aa gaya. Usne panty ko side mein kheench ke dekhne laga uski geeli chut ko.
“Kitni pyari chut hai teri memsaab… abhi bhi meri cum ki yaad mein geeli.”
Usne jhuk ke seedha jeebh laga di. Lambi-lambi strokes se upar se neeche tak chaata. Clit ko muh mein leke choosa. Menaka ke haath uske baalon mein chale gaye.
“Ohhh fuck… Dara… aise mat kar… main…”
Dara ne do ungliyaan andar daal di aur jeebh clit pe tezi se hilane laga. Menaka ki taangein kaanpne lagi.
Woh counter pe litayii hui, apron upar, boobs hil rahe the, muh se sirf moans nikal rahi thi.
“Jhad… meri jeebh pe jhad,” Dara ne awaaz mein hukm diya.
Menaka ka pehla orgasm aaya. Uski chut ne Dara ki ungliyon ko jakad liya, paani nikalne laga. Dara ne sab chaat liya, ek boond bhi nahi chhodi.
Ab uska sabr khatam ho chuka tha. Usne jeans kholi, lund bahar nikaala – nasse ubhre hue, topa se pre-cum tapak raha tha. Menaka ki aankhein uspe atak gayi.
Dara ne uski panty bilkul faad di. Ek jhatke mein poora lund andar daal diya.
“AHHHH…!” Menaka ki cheekh kitchen mein goonj gayi.
Dara ne uski dono taangein apne kandhon pe rakh li aur full force se pelna shuru kiya. Thap-thap-thap… har dhakke mein uske boobs aage-peeche hil rahe the. Apron ab sirf uske pet pe latak raha tha.
“Itni tight… abhi bhi… jaise pehli baar chod raha hoon,” Dara haanfate hue bola. “Tu meri randi hai memsaab… bol.”
“Haan… teri randi… aur zor se…” Menaka ab khud bol rahi thi.
Dara ne usko neeche utara, ghodi bana diya. Kitchen counter pakad ke Menaka jhuk gayi. Dara ne peeche se uski gaand ko failaya aur phir se andar ghusa diya. Ab uske haath uski gaand pe the – zor zor se masalte, thappad maarte.
Thappad ki awaaz… phir aur ek… laal nishaan pad rahe the uski milky gaand pe.
“Yeh le… yeh le… saali sexy memsaab…” Dara har dhakke ke saath bol raha tha. “Subah se tera soch soch ke lund dard kar raha tha.”
Usne ek haath aage le jaake uski clit ragadni shuru ki. Doosre haath se uske baal pakad ke peeche kheench liya.
Menaka ab pure control mein nahi thi. “Dara… main aa rahi hoon… phir se…”
Doosra orgasm uske jism ko hila gaya. Uske pair kaanp rahe the. Dara ne usko sambhala, lund abhi bhi andar.
Phir usne Menaka ko ulta kiya, apne haathon mein utha liya. Menaka ne apni taangein uski kamar pe lapet li. Dara ne usko deewar se sataaya aur khade-khade hi pelna shuru kiya. Ab chehre se chehra, Dara uske hoth chaat raha tha, jeebh andar daal ke.
“Tu sirf meri hai… samjhi? Kal se roz aunga… jab mann karega.”
Menaka ne sirf haan mein moan kiya. Uski chut ab itni geeli thi ki har dhakke pe chhapaak ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Aakhir mein Dara ne speed aur badha di. “Andar… ya bahar?”
“Andar… bhar de… poora…” Menaka ne almost bheekh maangi.
Dara ne kuch deep dhakke maare aur zor se andar hi jhad gaya. Garam maal ki dhaar uski chut mein padti rahi. Menaka bhi saath mein teesri baar jhad gayi, nakhun Dara ki peeth mein gaad te hue.
Dono kuch der wahi khade rahe – Dara abhi bhi uske andar, Menaka uske body se lipatti hui, apron ab bilkul gila aur gandha, boobs pe Dara ke kaatne ke nishaan, gaand pe laal thappadon ke marks.
Dara ne dheere se lund nikala. Cum ki thick dhariyaan Menaka ki thighs se neeche girne lagi. Usne jhuk ke ek baar phir uski chut chaat li, apna hi maal saaf karte hue.
Phir uthke uske hothon pe ek gehra kiss kiya.
“Ab jaake parathe bana… main yahin baith ke khaunga. Aur yaad rakh… aaj raat ko bhi aunga.”
Menaka abhi bhi deewar se lagi hui thi, saans phooli hui, aankhein nasha bharee. Usne sirf dheere se sir hilaya.
Kitchen mein ab sirf unki bhaari saanson ki awaaz thi… aur stove pe ubalte paani ki.
Menaka ne abhi bhi kaanpte haathon se apni nighty aur apron theek kiya. Cum abhi bhi uski thighs se dheere-dheere tapak raha tha. Usne stove on kiya aur parathe banane shuru kar diye – aata gundha hua tha, tawa garam.
Dara bilkul nanga living room mein chala gaya. Usne sofa pe pair faila ke baith gaya, lund abhi bhi thoda geela aur semi-hard, body pe paseena chamak raha tha. Woh TV on kiye bina hi Menaka ko kitchen se dekh raha tha – uski nangi peeth, apron ke neeche se jhalakti gaand, aur chalte waqt thighs pe uske hi cum ke nishaan.
Thodi der baad Menaka parathe leke aayi. Ek plate mein do ghee wale parathe, saath mein dahi. Woh ab bhi sirf apron aur faadi hui panty mein thi. Dara ke saamne table pe plate rakhte hue uske boobs apron se thode bahar nikal aaye.
“Kha…” usne dheere se bola, thoda sharmaate hue.
Dara ne usko apni godi mein kheench liya. Menaka uske nange thighs pe baith gayi. Dara ne ek haath se paratha toda aur uske muh mein diya. Doosre haath se uske boobs masalte raha.
Dono ne aise hi khaya – Dara usko khila raha tha, beech-beech mein uske hoth chaat raha tha, aur Menaka uske lund ko dheere-dheere sehla rahi thi. Parathe khatam hote-hote dono phir se garam ho chuke the.
Dara ne plate side mein dhakel di. “Ab meri baari.”
Menaka samajh gayi. Woh dheere se uski godi se utri aur uske saamne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Dara ka lund uske muh ke bilkul saamne tha – ab phir se poora hard, nasse ubhre hue.
Menaka ne pehle jeebh se topa chaata, phir dheere se muh mein liya. Dara ne uske baal pakad liye.
“Haan… aise… poora le andar… meri randi.”
Menaka ne muh khol ke poora lund andar tak le liya. Ghar-ghar ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Thook uske hothon se tapak raha tha, aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par woh ruk nahi rahi thi. Dara uske sar ko pakad ke dheere-dheere dhakke maar raha tha – muh-fuck.
“Chus… zor se chus… kal se tera muh yaad kar raha tha,” Dara haanfate hue bola.
Menaka ne lund nikaala, jeebh se neeche balls tak chaata, phir wapas muh mein leke tezi se upar-neeche karne lagi. Thook ki dhaariyaan uske boobs pe gir rahi thi.
Dara zyada der nahi jhel paya. Usne Menaka ko uthaya aur sofa pe litak diya. Apron bilkul hata diya. Ab Menaka sirf faadi hui panty mein thi. Dara ne uski dono taangein failayi aur seedha uski chut pe muh laga diya – bilkul kutte ki tarah.
Woh jeebh bahar nikaale hue uski chut chaat raha tha, choos raha tha, clit ko daant se halka kaat raha tha.
Menaka ke haath uske baalon mein the.
“Ahhh… Dara… aise… haan… jeebh andar…”
Dara bilkul paagal ho chuka tha. Woh uski chut ko kha raha tha – awaazein gili-gili nikal rahi thi, thook aur uska ras milke sofa geela kar raha tha. Usne do ungliyaan andar daal di aur jeebh clit pe tezi se hilane laga.
Menaka ka jism akad gaya. “Main aa rahi hoon… Dara… mat ruk…”
Woh jhad gayi. Dara ne uska paani poora pi liya, jeebh se saaf karte hue.
Ab dono ka sabr khatam. Dara ne Menaka ko ghodi bana diya sofa pe. Peeche se ek jhatke mein lund andar daal diya.
“AHHH!”
Thap-thap-thap… zor zor se dhakke. Dara uski gaand pakde hue pela raha tha, har dhakke pe uske boobs sofa pe ragad kha rahe the.
“Kitni mast chut hai teri… roz chodunga tujhe…”
Menaka bhi ab pure mood mein thi. “Haan… pel… aur zor se… meri chut teri hai…”
Dara ne speed badha di.
Sofa hilne laga. Menaka ki cheekhein nikalne lagi.
Tabhi…
Ding-dong.
Doorbell.
Dono ek dum ruk gaye. Dara ka lund abhi bhi Menaka ke andar tha.
Bahar se awaaz aayi –
“Memsaab? Main Vimla… aapne bulaya tha na kaam ke liye?”
Menaka ki aankhein phail gayi. Dara ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat nikalna.”
Woh dheere se lund bahar nikaalne laga, par doorbell phir se baj uthi.
Vimla bahar khadi thi.
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