Adultery Cold Wave

[Kara lina]

Part-1

brr! thand hai! haddiyaan kampa dene vaalee thand. mausam itana thanda hai ki meree ungaliyaan sunn ho gaee hain. aur mere nippal poore din sakht aur sookhe rahate hain.

uttar bhaarateey thand kee khaasiyat yah hai ki yah hamaare andar mishrit bhaavanaen paida karatee hai. pooree garmee, umas bharee garmee mein, ham sardiyon ke aane ka intazaar karate hain. aur jab sardee aatee hai, to yah itanee kathor thand laatee hai ki ham isase chhutakaara paana chaahate hain. isake bina nahin rah sakate, lekin ise bardaasht bhee nahin kar sakate.

mujhe hamesha dillee kee sardee kee aadat daalana mushkil lagata hai. isalie, disambar ke doosare hafte mein, mainne kaam se chhuttee lene ka phaisala kiya. aur ek hafte ke lie dillee se baahar nikal gaya. kuchh dinon ke lie thand se bachane ke lie.

lekin mere paas jaane ke lie koee aur jagah nahin thee. ek chhotee chhuttee par jaane ke apane sapane ko poora karane ke lie mere paas koee upayukt jagah nahin thee. aur aakhirakaar main gaanv mein apane pushtainee ghar par bas gaya. uttar bhaarat ke dil mein sthit.

pahalee (aur aakhiree) baar jab main apane pushtainee gaanv ke ghar akele gaya tha, kuchh saal pahale garmiyon mein loo ke dauraan. us yaatra ne mujhe hamesha ke lie badal diya. mujhe nahin pata tha ki itihaas khud ko doharaega. aur is baar bhee meree duniya ulat jaegee.

Day 1

The 1st thing I noticed after arriving in the village was how cold it was. It was much colder than Delhi. I immediately realised my mistake. The cold wave had engulfed the entire North India. And villages were colder than cities.

Jeetukaka was extremely happy to see me. We met after a long time (Heat Wave being the last occasion). He welcomed me with open arms at the main door. Readers will remember him as the 45-year-old male caretaker of our ancestral property who stays alone.

He was wearing his usual white vest and colourful lungi, even in this biting cold. He gave me a hug that only he could give. Warm, tight, feeling up my butt with one hand and trying to grope my tits with the other.

“chhotee raanee, tum bahut badee ho gaee ho,” usane hamesha kee tarah sharaaratee aankhon se mere poore shareer ko dekha. “itana bada, itana gol.”

“tumhaara ‘bada’ se kya matalab hai? mera vajan nahin badha hai,” mainne halke se chidhakar javaab diya. “meree lambaee aur vajan pahale jaisa hee hai. aur tumhaara ‘gol’ se kya matalab hai?”

usakee gandee nigaahen mere stanon par tikee huee theen. main samajh sakatee thee ki vah mere shareer ke kis hisse ko ‘gol’ kah raha hai. pichhalee baar jab ham mile the, tab se is adhed umr ke aadamee mein zara bhee badalaav nahin aaya tha. vah hamesha kee tarah baalon vaala aur kaamuk bana hua tha.

“kya tumhen thand nahin lag rahee hai? tumane koee garm kapade nahin pahane hain,” mainne usase poochha aur use ek taraph dhakel diya. usake bade baalon vaale panje mere stanon ko chhoone ke kareeb the. main use dhakka dekar aage badhee aur ghar mein ghus gaee.

“mujhe thand se koee pareshaanee nahin hai. mujhe pata hai ki khud ko kaise garm rakhana hai,” usane apanee aankhon mein chamak ke saath javaab diya. “lekin mujhe samajh nahin aa raha hai ki tum yahaan kyon ho, chhotee raanee. tum sardiyon ke beech mein kyon aana chaahatee ho?”

“achchha, mujhe laga ki yahaan dillee se zyaada garmee hogee,” mainne apana baig kholate hue javaab diya. “zaahir hai, main galat thee.”

“chinta mat karo. main tumhaare nahaane ke lie paanee ubaal doonga,” usane kaha. “jab tak main dopahar ka khaana banaane mein vyast hoon, tum garm paanee se naha lo.”

“paanee ubaalo?” main hairaan thee. “kya hamaare ghar mein votar heetar nahin hai?”

“nahin, chhotee raanee. koee votar heetar nahin, koee esee nahin, koee room heetar nahin,” usane hansate hue javaab diya. “mere alaava yahaan koee nahin rahata, aur koee aata bhee nahin. hamen in cheezon kee kya zaroorat hai? mujhe to bilkul bhee zaroorat nahin hai.”

bura hua! room heetar bhee nahin! raat ko kaise so paoonga? main thand se mar jaoonga. kya mainne yahaan aakar koee galatee kee?

jeetookaaka ne mere lie bahut saara paanee ubaala. yah garm snaan karane aur khud ko garm karane ke lie paryaapt tha. mainne snaan ke baad svetashart aur svetapaint pahan liya. aur dopahar ke bhojan ke lie unake saath baith gaya.

lanch tebal par jeetookaaka ne poochha, “aajakal tum kya kar rahe ho?” “kya tumhen abhee tak koee boyaphrend mil gaya hai?”

“haan. usaka naam rohit hai. vah jordan mein rahata hai,” mainne javaab diya.

“jhaarakhand? itanee door kyon? kya tumhen dillee mein koee nahin mila?” vah aashcharyachakit lag raha tha.

“jordan! jhaarakhand nahin. ha ha!” main jor se hansa. “yah ek alag desh hai.”

“videshee?” usane bhaunhen sikodeen. “jab dillee mein itane saare aadamee hain to videshee ke paas kyon jaana? tumhen is gaanv mein bhee koee yogy aadamee mil sakata tha.”

“aur is gaanv ka vah aadamee mujhe kya de sakata tha?” mainne zor se socha.

“aajeevan suraksha aur dher saare bachche. tumhen aur kya chaahie?”

“aajakal ladakiyaan isase kaheen zyaada chaahatee hain,” mujhe phir se chidh hone lagee. jeetookaaka hamesha kee tarah aadim bane rahe.

dopahar ke bhojan ke baad, main thodee dhoop mein bheegane ke lie chhat par chalee gaee. mujhe is chhat kee khattee-meethee yaaden hain. yaheen par jeetookaaka apane poore shareer par tel lagaate the, dhoop mein bilkul nange khade rahate the. aur yahee vah jagah hai jahaan unhonne mere donon chhedon mein tel lagaane ke baad pahalee baar mujhe choda tha.

shaam dhalate-dhalate thand aur badh gaee. raat hote-hote main kaanpane lagee. mainne apanee svetashart ke oopar svetar pahana, jaldee-jaldee khaana khaaya aur apane bedaroom mein bistar par let gaee.

jeetookaaka ko pata tha ki mujhe sardee kee thand se kitanee pareshaanee hotee hai. unhonne 2 kambal aur ek rajaee ka intajaam kiya tha. lekin ye kaaphee nahin the. kamara thanda tha, bistar barph kee tarah thanda tha aur main un kambalon aur rajaeeyon ke neeche bhee kaanpane lagee.

"jeetookaaka, mujhe thand lag rahee hai," mainne hataasha aur peeda mein chillaaya. vah apanee baniyaan aur lungee pahanakar daudate hue aae aur mujhe aashchary se dekhane lage.

"kya hua, chhotee raanee? abhee bhee thand lag rahee hai?"

"haan. mujhe neend nahin aa rahee hai," mainne rote hue kaha. "mere pair sunn ho gae hain. mere pair kee ungaliyaan dard kar rahee hain."

"mujhe 10 minat do. main vaapas aa jaoonga." vah kamare se baahar chala gaya aur jaldee hee phir se prakat hua. steel ka katora pakade hue.

"mujhe soop kee zaroorat nahin hai," mainne chillaakar kaha. "aap ise le sakate hain."

"yah soop nahin hai," usane mujhe katore ke andar dikhaaya. "yah garm tel hai. main isase aapake pairon kee maalish karoonga, aur aapako bahut achchha lagega."

"aap aur aapakee tel maalish," mainne achaanak kaha. "aap tel ke prati junoonee hain."

usane koee javaab nahin diya. isake bajaay, usane mere shareer se kambal aur rajaee hata dee. aur apane bade, majaboot, baalon vaale haathon se tel lagaane ke lie mere pairon ke paas baith gaya.

kuchh hee minaton mein, mujhe apane shabd vaapas lene pade. garm tel se pairon kee maalish bahut achchhee lagee! mere pair garm ho gae, mera shareer garm ho gaya, aur main dheere-dheere so gaya.

"main jald hee vaapas aakar tumhaara haalachaal poochhoonga," usane ghoshana kee aur lait band kar dee. "chalo daravaaza khula rakhate hain." vah kamare se baahar nikal gaya aur neeche chala gaya.

mujhe itanee garmee aur aaraam mahasoos hua ki mainne khule daravaaze kee paravaah nahin kee. main jald hee so gaya. lekin achaanak aadhee raat ko jaag gaya. phir se kaamp raha tha aur thand lag rahee thee.

lekin jis cheez ne mujhe sabase zyaada chaunkaaya, vah thee halkee kharraaton kee aavaaz. ek bhanabhanaahat kee tarah, ek nirantar goonjatee huee aavaaz, jo mere theek bagal se aa rahee thee. main kuchh bhee nahin dekh pa raha tha kyonki vahaan ghana andhera tha. lekin main kuchh feet door kisee cheez ya kisee vyakti kee maujoodagee mahasoos kar sakata tha.

mainne ghabaraahat mein apana haath badhaaya aur turant samajh gaya ki yah kya hai. baal. ghane, ghane, ghungharaale baal. ek baalon vaala jaanavar mere bistar par tha! mere theek bagal mein leta hua!

"jeetookaaka, tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?" mainne chaunk kar chillaaya. usake haath hile, aur vah turant uth gaya. "tumane mujhe bahut dara diya," mainne kaha.

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"main vaade ke mutaabik tumhaara haalachaal jaanane aaya tha," usane neend mein hee javaab diya. "mujhe lagata hai ki main tumhaare bistar par so gaya tha. kya tumhen phir se thand lag rahee hai?"

"tum mere bistar par nahin so sakate," mainne virodh kiya. "kam se kam mere bagal mein to nahin. aur haan, mujhe phir se thand lag rahee hai."

"iseelie main yahaan hoon, chhotee raanee," usane dheere se mere shareer se rajaee hataee, "tumhen garm rakhane ke lie. tumhen shareer kee garmee kee zaroorat hai. kambal zyaada madad nahin karenge."

yah kahate hue usane donon kambal hata die aur unhen mere pairon ke paas rakh diya. phir achaanak apana haath meree svetashart ke neeche daala aur meree naabhi ko ragadana shuroo kar diya. usaka garm, baalon vaala panja meree thandee tvacha par heeting paid kee tarah laga. main chaunk gaee.

"jeetookaaka, tum kya kar rahe ho?"

"tumhen garm mahasoos karava raha hoon," usane mere pet ko ragadana jaaree rakha. gol-gol. dheere-dheere aur dheere-dheere. mujhe garmee mahasoos huee aur kaanpana band ho gaya.

bina kisee chetaavanee ke, usaka haath phir meree svetapaint kee ilaastik kamaraband ke andar chala gaya. jaise hee usane meree painteelain ko chhua, main uth baithee, mera dil jor se dhadak raha tha.

“ruko, jeetookaaka,” mainne virodh kiya, “tum ab aisa nahin kar sakate. mainne tumase kaha tha ki mera ab ek boyaphrend hai.”

“to?” usane mere kandhon ko pakada aur mujhe phir se letane ko kaha.

“to, yah galat hai,” mainne aage kaha. “yah abhadr hai.”

“sardiyon mein kisee ko garm rakhane mein kuchh bhee abhadr nahin hai,” usane apana bada panja phir se meree svetapaint ke andar daal diya. “aur jhaarakhand vaale ko vaise bhee kabhee pata nahin chalega.”

“jordan,” mainne use sudhaara. “lekin baat yah nahin hai. main usakee peeth peechhe aisa nahin karana chaahatee. yah sahee nahin hai.”

“tum bahut chinta karatee ho, chhotee raanee,” usaka haath ab paintee ke oopar se meree jaanghon ko ragad raha tha. “mujhe pata hai ki main kya kar raha hoon. mera vishvaas karo, tumhen garm rakhane ka yah sabase achchha tareeka hai.”

"lekin, main..." isase pahale ki main apanee baat pooree kar paatee, usane meree svetapaint ko mere takhanon tak kheench diya. aur apanee nazar meree chamakeelee laal braazeeliyaee thong par tika dee.

"yah chhotee see laal cheez tumhen kaise garm rakh sakatee hai?" usane meree paintee ka ilaastik baind pakada aur use ek hee jhatake mein meree jaanghon tak kheench diya. "is gaanv mein, mahilaen aisee cheezen nahin pahanatee hain. purush unhen thand se bachaate hain."

isase pahale ki main kuchh kah paatee, usane meree klit ke saath khelana shuroo kar diya. usakee badee, motee ungaliyaan use hilaatee, dabaatee aur ragadatee. "yahee tareeka hai jisase ham purush sardiyon mein apanee mahilaon ko garm rakhate hain," usane kaha.

mujhe kabool karana chaahie ki usaka sparsh achchha laga. usakee ungaliyaan hee us kamare mein garm theen. meree kampakampee kuchh hee sekand mein gaayab ho gaee. aur mujhe itanee kaamukata mahasoos huee ki anajaane mein meree taangen khul gaeen.

"tumhaaree yoni hamesha kee tarah soojee huee aur motee lag rahee hai," usane kaamukata se kaha aur ungaliyaan badal leen. is baar usane apane angoothe se meree klit ko ragada. aur apanee beech vaalee ungalee meree yoni kee daraar par phiraee. baar-baar.

"hamesha kee tarah geelee aur raseelee," usane apanee beech vaalee ungalee meree choot ke chhed par dabaee aur dheere se use andar dhakela. "tumhaaree choot itanee geelee hai jitanee mainne apanee zindagee mein nahin dekhee. meree ungalee bhee mujhase sahamat hai."

"aur tumhaaree ungalee itanee motee hai jitanee mainne kabhee nahin dekhee," mainne javaab diya aur apane pairon ko aur phailaaya. main ab ichchha se bheeg chukee thee. kadakadaatee thand chalee gaee thee, aur mujhe sirf garmee hee nahin balki garmee bhee mahasoos ho rahee thee. jeetookaaka kee gandee ungaliyon ne meree choot mein aag laga dee thee.

usaka angootha meree klit ko tab tak sahalaata raha jab tak ki vah badee aur khadee nahin ho gaee. usakee ungalee meree geelee choot mein gaharaee tak dhansatee rahee. main sharm aur garima kee saaree bhaavana kho baithee. thand kee lahar se bachane ke lie mujhe yahee chaahie tha. ek aanand kee lahar!

"poch! poch!" har baar jab usakee ungalee andar jaatee to meree phisalan bharee choot se ek gandee aavaaz nikalatee. isase main bhee utanee hee uttejit aur sharminda ho jaatee. usakee ungalee aur angoothe kee harakaten ab joradaar ho gaee theen. main jor se karaahane lagee.

usakee lagaataar ungaliyon se chudaee ne mujhe achambhit kar diya. lekin main jeetookaaka kee jaanghon kee ek jhalak bhee dekhane mein kaamayaab rahee. usakee lungee ke andar ek bahut bada ubhaar tha, maano koee gussail jaanavar baahar koodane kee koshish kar raha ho. vah najaara mujhe charamotkarsh par pahunchaane ke lie kaaphee tha.

mainne jor se karaahate hue apanee aankhen band keen, apane pair kee ungaliyon ko moda aur veery kee dhaaren chhodane lagee. mera safed ras jor se baahar nikala, maano koee gubbaara phoot gaya ho. isane jeetookaaka kee ungaliyon aur chaadar ko bhigo diya. usane ise apanee ungaliyon se chaata aur prashansa se mujhe ghoorane laga.

“tum bilkul nahin badalee ho, chhotee raanee,” usane vismay mein kaha. “tum abhee bhee poore bistar ko bhar sakatee ho. aur tumhaara ras bilkul pahale jaisa hee svaadisht hai.”

“dhanyavaad, jeetookaaka, mujhe garm rakhane ke lie,” mainne krtagyata aur santushti mein uttar diya. “main ab shaanti se so sakatee hoon.”

“tumhen inamen se kisee kee zaroorat nahin hai,” usane mere pairon se svetapaint aur thong utaar die. “main pooree raat apanee ungalee tumhaaree bur mein rakhoonga. isase tum sote samay garm rahoge.”

usane apanee baat rakhee. usakee motee ungalee pooree raat meree choot mein soee rahee. apane jeevan mein pahalee baar, main sardiyon kee raat mein bina kapadon, kambal ya room heetar ke soee. aur mujhe ek sekand ke lie bhee thand nahin lagee.

doosara din

agala din bhee pahale din kee tarah hee shaant raha, sivaay us din ke jab main garm paanee se nahaane gaee. hamesha kee tarah, jeetookaaka ne pahale se hee paanee ubaalakar rakh liya tha. jaise hee main baatharoom mein ghusane vaalee thee, vah tel kee botal lekar aa gaya.

“mujhe ab tel kee maalish kee zaroorat nahin hai. shukriya,” mainne usase kaha aur daravaaza band karane lagee. lekin vah andar ghus gaya.

“yah tumhaare shareer ke lie nahin hai. yah tumhaare nippal ke lie hai,” usane mere stan pakad lie. “mainne aaj subah tumhen kapade badalate samay sheeshe ke saamane nagn avastha mein khade dekha. aur mainne dekha ki tumhaare nippal sookhe aur khuradare hain.”

"yah har sardee mein hota hai," mainne sharmindagee se javaab diya. "lekin jab main kapade badal rahee thee, tab tum meree jaasoosee kaise kar rahe the? bahut bura hua."

"main us samay tumhaaree subah kee chaay lekar aa rahee thee. daravaaza khula tha, aur mainne andar jhaanka. meree koee galatee nahin thee."

usane apane abhadr vyavahaar ko samajhaane mein aur samay barbaad nahin kiya. ek jhatake mein, usane mere sir ke oopar se meree svetashart utaar dee. aur ek aur jhatake mein, usane meree bra ka huk khol diya. mere 34dd mote stan pharsh se uchhal rahe do safed raseele kharaboojon kee tarah hil rahe the.

mujhe nippal ragadana bahut pasand hai. kisee ladakee ko kaamuk nippal ragadane se zyaada kuchh bhee uttejit nahin karata. zyaadaatar purush nagn ladakee ko dekhate hee seedhe choot par nishaana saadhate hain. yah ek galatee hai.

jeevan mein, saath hee kariyar mein, aap neeche se shuroo karate hain aur oopar kee or badhate hain. haalaanki, ek mahila ke shareer ke maamale mein, aapako oopar se shuroo karana hoga aur dheere-dheere neeche kee or badhana hoga. yah sahee tareeka hai.

jeetookaaka ko yah baat pata thee. usane mere stanon par tel lagaaya, jaise pahale kabhee nahin ragada gaya ho. vah mere bhoore nippalon ko kheenchata aur kheenchata raha, jab tak ki ve cheree kee tarah soojakar khade nahin ho gae. un par itana tel laga hua tha ki usakee ungaliyaan phisalatee raheen.

"tumane yah kahaan se seekha, jeetookaaka?" mujhe poochhana pada.

"achchha, champa ne mujhe sikhaaya."

"champa kaun hai?"

"vah hamaare gaanv mein naukaraanee ka kaam karatee hai. kabhee-kabhee pharsh saaph karane aur rasoee saaph karane ke lie mere paas aatee hai."

"aur usane tumhen apane nippal chhoone die?" main utsuk tha.

"haan. vah bhee ek phoohad hai. is gaanv mein sabase achchhee. vah kal kachara baahar nikaalane aaegee. tum usase tab mil sakate ho."

mujhe naukaraanee se milane mein koee dilachaspee nahin thee. aur vah bhee ek badachalan naukaraanee se. lekin jeetookaaka dvaara mere stanon ko chhede jaane ke dauraan mainne kuchh aur dilachasp dekha. usaka bahut bada ling usakee lungee se baahar nikal raha tha, aur usane ise chhipaane kee koee koshish nahin kee.

"ise mujhase door rakho," mainne usake ling kee or ishaara kiya. "ungalee theek hai, lekin vah nahin. ab mera ek boyaphrend hai."

"theek hai, chhotee raanee. jaisee tumhaaree marjee," usane apanee ungaliyon se mere nippalon ko pakadakar mere stanon ko hilaaya. "tumhaare stan phutabol kee tarah uchhalate hain." vah jaldee hee chala gaya, aur mainne apana snaan samaapt kar liya.

raat ko, main apane bistar mein let gaee aur jeetookaaka ke aane aur mujhe phir se garm karane ka intajaar karane lagee. is baar, mainne pahale hee apane saare kapade utaar die. aur kambal ke neeche bilkul nangee let gaee. main pooree tarah se vaarm-ap seshan ke lie taiyaar thee.

jeetookaaka kuchh der baad apanee baniyaan aur lungee mein aa gaya. vah bistar par aaya aur mujhase poochha ki kya mujhe thand lag rahee hai. jaise hee mainne sir hilaaya, usane mere shareer se kambal hata diya. mera nanga shareer dekhakar usakee aankhen chamak utheen.

“aaj raat phir se poch poch, chhotee raanee?” usane poochha.

“haan, jeetookaaka. ek baar phir ‘poch poch’.”

“is baar 2 ungaliyon se?” usane phir poochha.

“umm … nahin. tumhaaree ungaliyaan bahut motee hain,” mainne javaab diya, “aur mera chhed bahut chhota hai. 1 ungalee ya apanee jeebh ka istemaal karo.”

usane ek dusht muskaan dee. vah ‘jeebh’ shabd sunakar bahut khush hua. usane turant apana chehara meree taangon ke beech chhipa liya. mujhe usake bade sir ko samaayojit karane ke lie unhen phailaana pada.

usane bhookhe kutte kee tarah meree daraar ko oopar se neeche tak chaata. apanee naak meree klit par ragadee, aur mere chhed mein jor se saans lee. kal kee ‘poch poch’ kee aavaaz aaj ‘slarp slarp’ kee aavaaz mein badal gaee. isane ham donon ko avishvasaneey roop se kaamuk bana diya.

usane meree klit ko chaata, jisase vah kuchh hee sekand mein sakht aur khadee ho gaee. usane meree choot ko chaata, jisase vah kuchh hee minaton mein geelee aur dheelee ho gaee. phir usane apanee jeebh ko chhed ke andar ghusa diya, jisase main josh se paagal ho gaee. aur ant mein, usane apanee jeebh ko meree surang mein gaharaee tak ghusaana shuroo kar diya, jisase main jaldee hee charamotkarsh par pahunch gaee.

kal kee tarah, mainne phir se bistar aur usake chehare par veery kee dhaaren phenk deen. usakee kaalee moonchhen saphed ho gaeen, aur usakee naak aur honth meree choot ke ras se bhar gae. usane use chaata aur apane honth chatakae. aur apanee lungee ke neeche ek bahut bada irekshan lekar mere bagal mein let gaya, aasamaan kee or ishaara karate hue.

“tum isake baare mein kuchh kyon nahin karate?” mainne usake ubhaar kee or ishaara kiya. “is tarah se ghoomana bahut ashobhaneey hai.”

“mujhe isase chhutakaara paane mein madad karo,” usane javaab diya.

“nahin. mainne pahale hee tumase kaha hai ki ise mujhase door rakho. ab mera ek sthir premee hai. hamen seemaon ka sammaan karana hoga.”

kal kee tarah hee, usane pooree raat mujhe garm rakhane ke lie apanee ungalee meree yoni mein daalee. main subah tak ek bachche kee tarah sotee rahee. achaanak, mere pairon ke beech ek ajeeb see sanasanee ne mujhe jaga diya. kuchh bada aur majaboot meree yoni ko daba raha tha.

abhee bhee andhera tha, isalie main samajh nahin paee ki yah kya hai. lekin yah nishchit roop se jeetookaaka kee ungalee nahin thee. yah usake ling jaisa lag raha tha! mainne turant door jaane kee koshish kee, lekin usane mujhe meree kamar se pakad liya.

“jeetookaaka? kya tum jaag rahe ho? yah kya hai?” main gusse mein thee.

“mujhe bhee thand lag rahee hai,” usane thande svar mein uttar diya.

“yah tumhaaree ungalee nahin hai,” mujhe gussa aaya. “ise abhee baahar nikaalo.”

“main nahin kar sakata, chhotee raanee. yah phans gaee hai,” usane ise thoda aage dabaaya.

“tumhaara ‘phansane’ se kya matalab hai?” main gusse mein thee.

"yah tumhaare chhote se chhed mein phans gaya hai. yah sirf andar ja sakata hai. baahar nahin aa sakata," usane besharmee se javaab diya. aur thoda aur dabaaya.

"bakavaas band karo! jo andar jaata hai, vah baahar bhee aata hai. mainne tumase seemaon ka sammaan karane ke lie kaha tha."

"theek hai. phir meree gendon ko gudagudee karo," usane kaha, "aur main aage nahin badhaoonga."

mujhe heet vev ke dinon se jeetookaaka ka vishaalakaay land yaad aa gaya. yah ek motee steel kee chhad kee tarah hai. isaka vishaal sir pahale se hee meree choot ke andar tha. mere paas haan kahane ke alaava koee vikalp nahin tha.

mainne usakee gendon ko gudagudee karana shuroo kar diya. ve naariyal kee tarah bhaaree the, ghane, ghungharaale baalon se dhake hue. jitana adhik main unhen gudagudee karata, utana hee vah khushee mein gurraata. aur usaka land utana hee bada hota gaya.

"ye bahut bhaaree hain!" mainne ek-ek karake usakee gendon ko uthaate hue kaha.

"unhen ragado. unhen nichodo. mujhe garm rakho," usane aadesh diya.

mainne usakee gendon ko donon hatheliyon mein ek-ek karake pakada. ve itanee badee aur bhaaree theen ki main unhen apane chhote haathon mein mushkil se pakad pa rahee thee. mainne unhen jitana ho saka, utana ragada aur dabaaya. jeetookaaka jaanavar kee tarah gurraata raha.

minat beet gae. ek ghanta beet gaya. vah nahin jhada. mere haath thak gae aur dard karane lage. main aur nahin daba sakatee thee.

"jeetookaaka, main thak gaee hoon. aaraam karane kee zaroorat hai," mainne vinatee kee.

"lekin main abhee garm nahin huee hoon. main tumhen jaane nahin de sakatee," usane kaha.

"krpaya, mere haath dard kar rahe hain," mainne usase phir vinatee kee.

"theek hai. phir mujhe phir se dhakka dena hoga." yah kahate hue, usane apane ling se halka dhakka diya. yah meree komal choot ko chauda karane ke lie paryaapt tha. main dar ke maare haamphane lagee.

"aah! dard ho raha hai, jeetookaaka. yah bahut bada hai. dheere karo," mainne chillaaya.

“tumhaara chhed bahut tait hai, bahut chhota hai. yah hamesha dard karega,” usane ek aur dhakka maara. aur phir ek aur. kuchh hee sekand mein, usaka vishaal kaala land pistan kee tarah andar-baahar ho raha tha. meree komal choot ne is kroor prahaar ko kaise jhela, mujhe yaad nahin.

mujhe jo yaad hai vah hai lagaataar ‘poch poch’ kee aavaaz, meree tez karaahen, usakee jaanavaron jaisee ghuraghuraahat aur shaktishaalee dhakke. poora bistar hilane aur charamaraane laga. ek samay to aisa laga ki bistar toot kar gir jaega. lekin jeetookaaka chalata raha.

subah-subah jab usakee driling band huee. khidakee ke pardon se sooraj kee roshanee andar aa rahee thee. tabhee jeetookaaka ne mere andar dher saara veery gira diya. usaka veery itana gaadha aur bharapoor tha ki usaka zyaadaatar hissa meree choot se ek ugr nadee kee tarah bah nikala. aur poore bistar aur gadde ko ganda kar diya.

“mujhe ab thand nahin lag rahee hai. tumhen bhee nahin laganee chaahie,” usane sone se pahale kaha.

[Kara lina]

Day 3

I woke up late after getting pummelled by Jeetukaka’s dirty cock early morning. His filthy, sticky, smelly cum was all over the bed and in between my legs. It had the usual stinky bleach-like smell that reminded me of my last visit to this house. History had repeated itself.

I got up to change but could not find my clothes. My bra, panty, sweatshirt and sweatpants were all gone. My suitcase had vanished too, along with the clothes in it. Also missing were my phone and charger.

I went downstairs naked to ask Jeetukaka where all my belongings were. But before I could climb down the stairs, I heard loud moans coming from the kitchen. A woman’s moans! I tiptoed silently to the kitchen and stood frozen at what I saw.

Standing right in the middle of the kitchen was Jeetukaka, buck naked. Bent over the table before him was a woman. Her saree was lifted to her waist, and Jeetukaka was lustily fucking her from behind. Her moans were echoing all over the room and beyond.

usake kaale aur jangalee baal the, badee-badee kaajal bharee aankhen theen aur maathe par badee see laal bindee thee. usaka blauj khula hua tha aur usakee sari kamar tak uthee huee thee. usane blauj ya sari ke neeche koee andaragaarament nahin pahana tha.

jeetookaaka ka vishaalakaay land peechhe se usakee khulee huee choot mein ghus gaya. usake bade-bade andakosh usake khule hue nitambon par jor se thapathapa rahe the. usake bade-bade stan usake har dhakke ke saath pendulam kee tarah hil rahe the. aur usakee choot se lagaataar safed veery kee dhaara bah rahee thee aur usakee taangon se hote hue rasoee ke pharsh par bah rahee thee.

achaanak, usane apana sir uthaaya aur mujhe dekh liya. main ghabara gaya aur bhaagakar oopar gaya aur stor room mein chhip gaya. tabhee mujhe subah ka doosara jhataka laga. stor room ke andar ek kone mein 2 room heetar aur ek votar heetar rakhe hue the. wtf!

jeetookaaka kuchh hee der baad stor room mein aaya, usake saath vah mahila bhee thee. ab donon ne kapade pahane hue the, lekin mainne nahin. vah meree nagnata par hansa aur bola, "chhotee raanee, champa se milo. vah hamaare gaanv kee raanee randee hai."

usane aage kaha, "hamaare gaanv ko ek aur veshya kee jaroorat hai. champa akelee sabhee purushon ko santusht nahin kar sakatee. tumhen bhartee karane ka vichaar usee ka tha. mainne tumhen thanda rakhane ke lie jaanaboojhakar sabhee room heetar chhipa die. main yah dekhana chaahata tha ki tumamen pahale jaisee aag hai ya nahin. tumane meree ummeedon se badhakar kaam kiya hai. tumhen apana phon aur kapade vaapas nahin milenge. tum yaheen rahogee aur champa tumhen veshya banane kee trening degee. tum usake jaise kapade pahanana aur usake jaise chudaee karana seekhogee. tumhaaree trening kal se shuroo hogee."