Fantasy BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI ,(.uske bad kai Lund se chudai)

[Anita patel]

Anita ki jubani...

Gaanv se vapas aaye the hum dono—main aur mummy. Mama ke ghar se train pakad kar ghar pahunch gaye. Papa bhi usi din wapas aa gaye the. Ghar mein phir se normal life shuru ho gayi. college, padhai, ghar ka kaam, khana… sab pehle jaisa. Kai din guzar gaye. Koi naya incident nahi hua. Chowkidar door se hi salaam karta, buddha uncle gate pe baitha rehta, lekin koi aage nahi badha. Sab kuch shaant tha.

Lekin andar se meri dabi hui ichhayein mahsoos hone lagi thin. Raat ko akele leti to us khatiya wali raat yaad aa jaati, mummy ki siskariyan yaad aa jaati, buddhe ka lund yaad aa jaata. Kabhi-kabhi chunchiyan bhaari lagti, chut mein geelapan aa jaata. Main control karti, lekin ichha dabti nahi thi.

Ek shaam, ghar mein sab neeche the. Main chhat pe ghumne nikal gayi. Hawa thodi si chal rahi thi. Chhat ke kinare se main baju wali chhat ki taraf dekh rahi thi. Tabhi wahan se kuch aawaz aayi—dhimi si, lekin clear. Jaise koi saans phool raha ho, aur beech-beech mein halki siskari.

Main dheere se diwar ke peeche chipak kar unki chhat ki taraf jhaanki. Wahan… baju wala 60 saal ka buddha uncle baitha tha. Kursi par. Uske pant ka zip khula hua tha. Uske haath mein… bahot mota aur lamba lund tha. Main aankhein phaad kar dekh rahi thi. Umar ke hisaab se bhi itna mota aur lamba… nasein saaf dikh rahi thin, sir bada aur laal.

Uske doosre haath mein… mummy ki purani bra thi. Main pehchaan gayi—wahi light pink wali jo mummy kabhi-kabhi pehenti thin, jo washing line pe sookhti thi. Usne us bra ko apne lund par pherta ja raha tha. Soft cups ko apne mote shaft se ragadta, kabhi bra ke andar apna lund daal kar upar-neeche karta.

Uske muh se dheemi awaaze aa rahi thin—

“Haan… yeh lo… soft…anita k mummy ki bra… ahh… itni naram… ahh…”

Wo apne lund ko us bra se hilata ja raha tha. Kabhi tightly pakad kar tezi se upar-neeche, kabhi slow, bra ke cups ko apne sir se press karta. Uske chehre pe clear maza tha. Saans tez thi.

“Kai dino se rakh ke rakha tha… aaj nikal li… ahh… sookhi hui… lekin abhi bhi soft… ahh… sochta hoon tumhari chunchiyan isme kaise fit hoti hongi… ahh…”

Main chupke se dekh rahi thi. Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske haath mein mummy ki bra, uska bahot mota lamba lund usme ragadta hua… meri apni chunchiyan tight ho gayi thin, panty geeli hone lagi thi.

Buddha uncle ki awaaz ab thodi tez ho gayi—

“Ahh… nikalne wala… ahh… is bra pe… anita k mummy ki bra pe… ahh… le…”

Usne bra ke cups ko apne lund ke sir par tightly press kiya aur tezi se hilana shuru kar diya. Uske muh se continuous siskariyan nikalne lagi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… haan… nikal… ahh…”

Phir uska sharir tight ho gaya. Uske lund se garam cum ki dhaar nikalne lagi—seedha mummy ki bra ke cups par. White sticky liquid bra ke soft fabric par fail gaya, uske haath par bhi. Wo abhi bhi halka-halka hila raha tha, last drops nikalte huye.

“Ahh… sab… ispe… ahh… … ahh…”

Wo thodi der aise hi baitha raha, saans pakadte huye. Uske lund se abhi bhi thoda cum tipak raha tha, bra bilkul geeli aur sticky ho chuki thi. Usne bra ko apne lund se sahlaate huye dheere se kaha—

“Kal bhi nikalunga… ispe… sochta rahunga tumhari soft chunchiyan… ahh…”

Main diwar ke peeche kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ki purani bra uske haath mein, uska bahot mota lamba lund, uska paani us bra pe girta hua, uski siskariyan, uski gandi baatein… sab maine dekh aur sun liya tha. Meri apni body ab bilkul garam thi. Dabi hui ichha ekdum se jaag uthi thi. Main chupke se wahan se hat gayi, lekin aankhon mein wo scene ghoom raha tha—uska mota lund, mummy ki bra, uska cum… aur uski awaaze.







Dusre din shaam ko bilkul usi time pe main phir se chhat pe chali gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Diwar ke peeche se jhaanka to wahi scene tha. Buddha uncle kursi par baitha tha, pant khuli, uske haath mein mummy ki wahi purani bra, aur uska bahot mota lamba lund us bra se hilaya ja raha tha.
Uske muh se dheemi awaaze aa rahi thin—
“Haan… soft… mummy ki… ahh… sochta hoon…”
Main thoda sa aage badhi. Mere pair se halki si awaaz hui. Buddha uncle ekdum se ruk gaya. Usne sar uthaya aur seedha mujhe dekh liya. Uske chehre pe ghabrahat aa gayi. Lund abhi bhi uske haath mein tha, bra chipki hui.
“T-tu… Anita…? Kab se…? Yeh… yeh mat… mat bolna kisi ko…”
Main dheere se uske paas chali gayi. “Kisi ko nahi bataungi. Main dekh rahi thi… kal bhi dekha tha.”
Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Main ne aage badh kar uska mota lund apne haath mein le liya. Bra side mein gir gayi. Uske lund ka weight, uski garmi, uski thickness… main ne tightly pakad liya. Jaise hi mera haath laga, uska lund phir se tight hone laga, nasein ubhar aayi.
“Ahh… mat… beti… ahh…”
Main ne upar-neeche hilana shuru kiya. “Itna mota… kal raat se yaad tha.”
Buddha uncle ka control kho gaya. Usne mera haath pakad kar aur tightly karwaya, phir dheere-dheere mere kameez ke buttons kholne laga. Ek-ek karke. Kameez kholi, bra ke hooks khole, bra utaar diya. Meri soft chunchiyan uske saamne aa gayin. Usne dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur zor se dabaya.
“Beti… teri… soft… maa ki bra se alag… ahh… real…”
Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li, choosne laga, daant se kaata. Doosri ko haath se masalta raha. Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… dabao… ahh…”
Usne meri salwar aur panty bhi dheere-dheere utaar di. Ab main chhat pe bilkul nangi thi. Usne mujhe neeche litaya—chhat ke thande floor par. Meri thighs kholi, apna mota lamba lund mere muhane par set kiya.
“Maa ki bra se hilaya… ab maa ke badle beti ki chut… aaj le lunga.”
Usne dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund ka sir andar gaya. Main kaamp uthi. “Ahh… mota… ahh…”
Wo dheere-dheere poora andar tak daalta gaya. Har inch ke saath stretch feel ho raha tha. Jab base tak pahunch gaya to usne meri chunchiyon ko jam ke dabate huye kaha—
“Poora andar… beti ki chut… maa ke badle… ahh…”
Phir usne missionary mein dhakke shuru kiye. Slow, deep. Har thrust pe uska mota lund meri chut ko bhar raha tha. Thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… uncle… ahh… deep… ahh…”
Usne meri dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar choosne laga saath mein. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai? Maa ki bra se nikal kar seedha teri chut mein… ahh… kitni garam… kitni soft…”
Main uske dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. Gehre, mazboot dhakke. Chhat pe meri nangi body hil rahi thi, uske balls meri soft lips se takra rahe the. “Maa ke badle beti… aaj teri chut faadunga… ahh… le… poora…”
“Ahh… ahh… le lo… ahh… uncle… ahh…”
Wo continuously chodta raha—kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez. Meri chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein thin, siskariyan chhat ki hawa mein gunj rahi thin. Uske mote lambe lund ki har thrust meri chut ko bhar rahi thi, aur uski gandi baatein—
“Maa ki bra… ab beti ki chut… ahh… dono ka maza… ahh…”
Main uske under kaamp rahi thi, chhat ke thande floor par, uske pure weight ke saath, uske dhakke lete huye. Awaaze, siskariyan, thap-thap… sab mil kar ek lambi, gandi raat bana rahe the.








Buddha uncle abhi bhi meri upar missionary mein dhakke maar raha tha. Meri siskariyan chhat pe gunj rahi thin. Tabhi usne achanak apna mota lamba lund bahar nikaal liya. Main ek second ke liye khali feel hui.

“Ab position badalte hain… doggy mein.”

Usne mujhe jaldi se palat diya. Main pet ke bal chhat ke floor par aa gayi. Usne mere soft kulhon ko dono haathon se pakad kar upar uthaya. Meri geeli chut uske saamne khuli hui thi. Usne apna khada lund peeche se mere muhane par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar tak daal diya.

“Ahhh…!”

Ab angle bilkul alag tha. Lund aur deep ja raha tha. Usne mere hips ko tightly pakad kar tez dhakke shuru kar diye. Har baar jab uska mota lund poora andar jata, to geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalti—

Thap… thap… thap… thap…

“Ahh… ahh… uncle… deep… ahh… itna… ahh…”

Usne ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li aur peeche se dhakke maarte huye usko masalne laga. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai ab? Peeche se… maa ke badle beti ki chut… ahh…”

Main uske dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”

Usne mere baal pakad kar thoda sa kheencha. Meri back arch ho gayi. Ab har thrust aur gehra tha. Uske balls meri soft lips se baar-baar takra rahe the. Thap-thap ki awaaz tez hoti ja rahi thi.

“Le… poora… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… chut faad raha hoon… ahh…”

Main kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… le lo… ahh… uncle… ahh… deep… ahh…”

Usne pace aur badha diya. Ab dhakke bilkul continuous aur mazboot the. Meri chunchiyan uske haath mein bounce kar rahi thin, chhat ke floor par meri knees ragad khati thin. Uske muh se bhi siskariyan nikalne lagi thin.

“Kitni garam… kitni soft… maa ki bra se nikal kar… ab teri chut mein… ahh… raat bhar… ahh…”

Main uske har dhakke ko le rahi thi. Siskariyan ab control ke bahar thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… chod… ahh… jamke… ahh…”

Usne dono haath mere hips par rakh kar aur tezi se pelna shuru kar diya. Har thrust pe mera poora sharir aage ko dhakelta. Thap-thap… thap-thap… thap-thap… awaaz chhat pe fail rahi thi. Meri geeli chut uske mote lambe lund ko mel rahi thi, uska precum aur meri wetness mix ho kar uske thighs tak beh raha tha.

“Bol beti… kisko zyada maza aa raha hai? Maa ko dete to aisa maza nahi aata… ahh… teri chut… ahh…”

“Ahh… mujhe… ahh… mujhe maza… ahh… mat chhod… ahh… poora… ahh…”

Wo continuously peeche se chodta raha—kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez short. Meri siskariyan, uski saansein, thap-thap ki awaaz… sab mil kar chhat pe ek gandi, lambi scene bana raha tha. Position badal kar doggy mein usne mujhe bilkul apne control mein le liya tha, aur main uske mote lund ke har dhakke ko apni chut mein feel karte huye siskariyan nikaal rahi thi.