[Anita patel]

Hy friend s


Yaha pe likhne vali story ki tarah meri bhi kuchh fantacy thi .
Kuchh arman the .
Kya uske lie muje meri fantasy ki story likhni chahiye.




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[Anita patel]

UPDET 17


Car farm house ke gate ke saamne rukte hi ek ajeeb si khamoshi ne mujhe gher liya. Engine band hote hi poori duniya jaise ruk gayi. Bahar sirf dooron ka halka jhonka tha, dooron ke peechhe se door si chidiyaon ki awaaz, aur door ke neeche se thodi si sukhi pattiyon ki sarsarahat. Koi gadi nahi, koi aadmi nahi, koi door-padosi nahi. Sirf hum dono.

Mahesh ne meri taraf dekha. Meri kurta abhi bhi thodi si upar thi, red bra ke cups uske haathon se dabe hue, nipples ab bhi tight. Usne dheere se meri kurta neeche ki, bra ko wapas set kiya, phir door khola. Main utri. Pair zameen pe padte hi thodi si kamzori mehsoos hui, jaise meri taangon mein dum nahi bacha ho. Hawa thodi si thandi thi, jo meri garam skin pe padte hi rongte khade kar rahi thi.

Usne mera haath pakda. Uske haath garam the, thode se paseene se chipchipaye. Woh mujhe andar le gaya. Farm house chhota sa tha, purana, lekin saaf. Charon taraf harayali, door door tak koi awaaz nahi. Andar ka room bada tha. Beech mein ek bada double bed, safed clean sheets, do soft pillows. Window se natural roshni aa rahi thi, parda halka sa hila raha tha. Koi bulb nahi jalaya usne. Sirf woh natural light jo meri skin pe gir rahi thi.

Darwaza band hua. Click. Phir wapas poori shaanti.

Hum dono ek doosre ke saamne khade the. Main pehle usko dekh rahi thi. Usne apna t-shirt dono haathon se pakad ke upar ki taraf khinchna shuru kiya. Dheere-dheere. Pehle uska pet dikha, phir seene ki skin, thodi si chest hair, phir poora upper body nanga. T-shirt usne side rakh di. Phir usne jeans ka button khola. Zipper ki awaaz bilkul saaf sunai di us khamoshi mein. Jeans ko usne dono haathon se neeche dhakela, pairon se nikaala. Ab woh sirf dark colour ki underwear mein khada tha. Uske thighs tight the, underwear ke andar uska excitement clear dikh raha tha.

Ab meri baari.

Woh mere paas aaya. Itna kareeb ki uski saans meri gardan pe pad rahi thi. Pehle usne mera dupatta pakda aur dheere se nikaal diya. Dupatta bed pe gir gaya. Phir usne dono haath meri kurta ke neeche daale. Uske haath meri kamar pe the, garam. Usne kurta ko upar ki taraf uthana shuru kiya. Main haath upar uthaaye khadi rahi. Kurta meri skin pe se khisakta hua upar gaya, pehle pet, phir navel, phir meri red bra. Kurta sir se nikalte waqt meri baal thode se bigad gaye. Ab main sirf red bra aur salwar mein thi.

Usne peeche se bra ka hook pakda. Ek second rukaa… phir click. Hook khul gaya. Straps meri kandhon se dheere-dheere khisakne lage. Bra aage se dheelа hua, phir neeche gir gaya. Meri dono boobs free ho gayi. Thodi si hawa unpe padi to nipples aur tight ho gaye. Woh unko dekh raha tha, lekin abhi chhua nahi. Sirf dekh raha tha. Meri saans tez ho gayi thi.

Phir usne meri salwar ke naade ko pakda. Dheere se khola. Naada khulte hi salwar meri kamar se dheelа ho gaya. Usne dono haathon se salwar ko neeche ki taraf dhakelna shuru kiya. Salwar meri hips se hote hue thighs pe aayi, phir aur neeche. Main khud usko pairon se nikaal ke side kar diya. Ab main sirf red lace panty mein khadi thi. Panty thin thi, sides se straps, aur beech mein meri shape clear dikh rahi thi. Usne meri aankhon mein dekha, phir apni underwear ko bhi neeche utaar diya. Ab woh bhi bilkul nanga tha.

Ab beech mein sirf meri red panty bachi thi.

Woh ek kadam aage aaya. Uske nange seene ki garmi meri nangi skin pe pad rahi thi. Usne dono haath meri panty ke side straps pe rakhe. Ungliyan andar ki taraf gayi. Dheere-dheere usne panty ko neeche khinchna shuru kiya. Lace meri skin pe se sarakta hua neeche gaya. Pehle hips, phir thighs. Panty meri ankles tak aayi. Main ek pair uthake usko bilkul nikaal diya. Ab main bhi poori tarah nangi thi.

Room bilkul shaant tha. Sirf hamari saanson ki awaaz. Meri boobs thodi si hil rahi thi saans lene se. Uske body se garmi aa rahi thi. Usne mujhe bed ki taraf dhakela. Main pehle bed ke kinare baithi, phir dheere se let gayi. Safed sheet thandi thi meri garam body ke neeche. Woh mere upar aaya, lekin poora wazan nahi dala. Uske haath mere baalon mein gaye, phir meri gardan pe, phir neeche meri boobs ke kinare tak aake ruk gaye.

Woh meri aankhon mein dekh raha tha. Main uski.  

Charon taraf bilkul shaanti thi. Door, hawa, bed, aur hum dono… bilkul nange, ek doosre ke itne kareeb ki ab koi kapda beech mein nahi tha.  

Usne dheere se kaha, “Ab…”  

Aur uski ungliyan meri skin pe hilne lagi.


Room ki shaanti ab bhi waise hi thi. Sirf hamari saansein aur bed ki sheets ki halki sarsarahat. Mahesh mere upar jhukа hua tha, lekin abhi andar nahi aaya tha. Usne pehle meri dono kalaaiyan pakad ke mere sir ke upar rakh di. Main bilkul khuli hui leti thi, nangi, uske neeche.

Usne pehle mera muh chuma – gehri, lambi kiss. Jeebh meri jeebh se lipat gayi. Phir uske lips meri gardan pe aaye. Dheere-dheere chooste hue, kaatte hue neeche jaane lage. Meri collarbone pe rukе, phir aur neeche. Jab uske lips meri boobs ke upar aaye to usne pehle sirf jeebh se ek nipple ko chatа. Phir poora muh laga ke choosne laga – kabhi dheere, kabhi thoda zor se. Doosri side bhi same. Main aankhein band kiye siskari nikaal rahi thi. Uske haath meri kamar pe the, phir neeche meri hips pe.



Woh aur neeche gaya. Meri pet pe kisses, navel mein jeebh ghumayi, phir aur neeche. Jab uske lips meri thighs ke beech aaye to maine apne pair thode se khol diye. Usne pehle meri inner thighs ko choosa, phir seedha meri chut pe muh rakh diya. Garam jeebh se beech wali line pe upar se neeche tak chatа. Phir clit ko lips mein leke dheere-dheere choosne laga. Main kamar uthane lagi, lekin usne mujhe daba ke rakha. Uski jeebh andar-bahar, clit pe circles, kabhi do ungliyan dheere se andar daal ke. Main zor-zor se saans le rahi thi, siskari nikal rahi thi – “Ahh… Mahesh… aahh…”

Kaafi der tak usne bas yahi kiya. Jab meri thighs kaampne lagi aur main almost edge pe pahunch gayi, tab usne muh hataya. Main haath badha ke uska lund pakad liya. Woh pehle se hi pura tight tha. Maine pehle upar se neeche tak sahlaaya, phir muh laake uske tip ko choosa. Jeebh ghumayi, phir dheere-dheere andar lene lagi. Woh bhi siskari nikaal raha tha. Maine usko jitna ho saka andar liya, gale tak, phir bahar nikaal ke phir se. Kaafi der tak yeh chalta raha – mera muh uske lund pe, uske haath mere baalon mein.

Phir usne mujhe rok diya. “Ab bed pe hi…” usne kaha.

Woh mere upar aaya. Missionary. Mere pairon ko thoda aur khola. Usne apna lund meri chut ke muhane pe rakha. Main neeche dekha – woh sach mein bahut mota tha. Pehle jo maine socha tha usse zyada. Aadha inch zyada motai, aur lambai lagbhag 8.5 inch. Tip se lekar neeche tak ekdum kalu jaisa gehra rang, thick veins. Maine thoda sa darr ke saath kaha, “Mahesh… bahut mota hai…”

Usne dheere se kaha, “Dheere se lungа. Bataana.”

Usne pehle sirf tip ko meri geeli chut pe ragda. Upar-neeche. Phir thoda sa pressure diya. Tip andar gaya. Main muh band karke siskari nikaali – “Ummhh…”  

Woh aur andar dhakelne laga. Bahut dheere. Har inch pe rukta, meri reaction dekhта. Jab aadha andar gaya to mujhe stretch ka pressure clearly mehsoos hua. Itna mota tha ki meri deewarein poori tarah fail rahi thi. Takleef ho rahi thi, lekin geeli hone ki wajah se andar ja raha tha. Main uske kandhon ko pakde hue thi, nakhun thode se gaad diye.

“Ahh… dheere… bahut mota… aahh…”

Usne aur andar diya. Ab teen-chaar inch. Main zor se saans le rahi thi. Phir ek lambe dhakke ke saath woh poora andar tak pahunch gaya. 8.5 inch meri chut ke andar. Main aankhein badi karke “Aahhh…!” nikaal di. Pet tak pressure mehsoos ho raha tha. Thodi der usne bilkul hilaaya nahi. Sirf andar rukа hua. Meri saansein tez thi, chut uske lund ke around tightly dabi hui.

Phir usne dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta – almost tip tak – phir dheere se poora andar. Har dhakke pe meri siskari nikal rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… ummhh…”  

Body ka takrav shuru hua. Uske seene se meri boobs dabaayi ja rahi thi. Uske hips mere hips se takra rahe the – thap-thap ki awaaz. Pehle soft, phir thoda tez. Main uske neeche litayi hui thi, pair uski kamar pe lapete hue. Har baar jab woh poora andar jata to meri aankhein band ho jaati aur muh se awaaz nikal jaati.

Woh dheere-dheere speed badhane laga. Ab dhakke lambe aur thode zor ke ho rahe the. Lund itna mota tha ki har baar bahar nikalte waqt meri chut usko kheenchti hui mehsoos hoti. Andar jaate waqt poori tarah fail jaati. Takleef ab pleasure mein badal rahi thi, lekin stretch ab bhi clearly feel ho raha tha.

“Mahesh… aahh… itna mota… andar tak… aahh…”

Usne mera ek pair uthake apne kandhe pe rakh diya. Ab aur gehrai mein ja raha tha. Har dhakke pe bed ki halki si awaaz, hamari skin ki takrav ki awaaz, aur meri siskariyan. Main uske peeth pe nakhun pher rahi thi. Uske muh se bhi dheemi awaazein aa rahi thi.

Kaafi der tak yahi chalta raha. Dheere, gehre, lambe dhakke. Kabhi woh ruk ke sirf andar ghumata, kabhi tez karta. Meri chut ab poori tarah uske shape mein dhal chuki thi, lekin motai ki wajah se ab bhi tight feel ho raha tha. Paseena dono ke body pe aa gaya tha. Meri boobs uske seene se chipki hui, nipples ragad kha rahe the.

Main feel kar rahi thi ki main edge pe hoon. Andar se pressure badh raha tha. “Mahesh… main… aahh… nikalne wali hoon…”

Usne speed thodi aur badha di. Dhakke ab tez aur gehre. Har baar poora lund andar, hips ka zor se takrav. Main uske neeche kaamp rahi thi. Phir ek lambe dhakke ke saath meri body tight ho gayi. “Aahhhhh…!”  



Maine kabhi socha nahi tha ki kisi aur ka lund itna garam, itna mota, itna gehra lagega. Apne husband ka alag hai… yeh alag. Yeh jaise meri chut ko cheerta ja raha ho, phir bhi main usko rok nahi rahi.

“Anita…” usne dheere se kaha, saans bhari hui. “Kitni tight hai tu…”

Main kuch bol nahi paayi. Sirf aah nikal gayi. Uska lund meri geeli chut mein dheere-dheere andar bahar ho raha tha. Har dhakke mein meri chuchiyaan uske seene se ragad kha rahi thi. Mere pair uske kamar ke peeche bandhe hue the, usko aur andar khinchne ke liye.

Maine apne aap ko rokne ki koshish ki. Socha—yeh galat hai. Yeh uski biwi… meri saheli… agar pata chal gaya toh…  
Par uske lund ne meri soch tod di.

Woh tez hone laga.  
Thap… thap… thap…  
Mera chut uske lund ko nigalte ja raha tha. Pani nikal raha tha, bilkul zor se. Bed ki chaadar geeli ho chuki thi mere neeche. Uski balls meri gaand se takra rahi thi har baar jab woh pura andar jhadta.

“Mahesh… dheere…” maine kaanphe hue awaaz mein kaha, lekin mera haath uske peeth pe zor se chipka hua tha. Main usko rok nahi rahi thi. Main usko aur andar khinch rahi thi.

Woh rukta nahi.  
Woh meri aankhon mein dekh raha tha.  
Aur main uski aankhon mein.

Pehli baar kisi gair mard ka lund meri chut mein itna gehra, itna control mein. Uski saansen meri gardan pe gir rahi thi. Uska paseena meri chuchiyon pe. Aur meri chut… bilkul khul ke usko lene lagi thi.

“Anita… main… main nikalne wala hoon…” usne kaanpha.

Main bhi.  
Mera pet tight ho raha tha. Meri tangen uske kamar pe kas rahi thi. Meri chut uske lund ko nichod rahi thi, jaise nikalna hi nahi chahti.

“Nikal… andar… please…” maine bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha.  
Apne husband ke alawa pehli baar kisi ko andar nikalne de rahi thi. Aur woh bhi… Mahesh ko.

Usne ek last, gehra, zor ka dhakka maara.  
Pura lund meri chut ke bilkul end tak.  
Aur phir… uska garam, gadha veerya meri chut mein phutne laga.  
Ek… do… teen… zor-zor se dhakke. Har baar meri chut usko nichodti, uska maal andar soak karti.

Aur main… main bhi tut gayi.  
Mera orgasm uske upar aa gaya. Meri chut dhadakne lagi, uske lund ko kas ke pakad ke. Meri aankhen band ho gayi. Mere munh se sirf uska naam nikal raha tha—bilkul dheemi, kaanpti awaaz mein.

“Mahesh… Mahesh… haan… andar… pura…”

Woh meri upar gira pada tha. Lund abhi bhi andar. Meri chut uske garam maal se bhari hui. Dono saansein phooli hui. Paseena. Geeli chaadar. Aur woh silence… jisme sirf humari dhadkanein thi.saansein tez. Lund ab bhi andar tha, thoda dhila padta hua, lekin abhi nahi nikaala. Main uske neeche litayi hui, aankhein band, body ab bhi halki si kaamp rahi thi. Uske paani meri thighs tak geela kar rahe the.

Room mein ab bhi shaanti thi… bas hamari tez saansein aur bed ki halki si sarsarahat.


Thodi der tak hum dono bilkul chup chap letе rahe. Mahesh abhi bhi mere upar tha, lund dheela padta hua meri chut ke andar. Dono ki saansein tez thi, body paseene se geeli. Usne dheere se apna lund bahar nikaala. Nikalte waqt meri chut se uska paani bhi thoda sa bahar aa gaya, jo meri thighs pe geela kar raha tha. Woh meri bagal mein let gaya.

Main thodi der aankhein band kiye padi rahi. Body ab bhi halki si kaamp rahi thi pehli baar ke climax se. Phir maine side se uski taraf dekha. Uska lund ab soft tha, lekin abhi bhi mota aur lamba dikh raha tha. Maine haath badhaake usko pakad liya. Dheere-dheere upar se neeche sahlaane lagi. Palm se uske pure length ko feel kiya – woh thick veins, woh heavy feel. Thodi der aise hi sahlaati rahi. Aram se, bina jaldi ke. Usne aankhein band kiye hue halki si siskari nikaali.

Mere haath ke touch se uska lund phir se jeene laga. Dheere-dheere tight hone laga, mota hone laga. Maine usko aur ache se sahlaaya – kabhi pure lund ko mutthi mein leke upar-neeche, kabhi sirf tip ko ungliyon se ghumaya. Jab woh poora tight ho gaya, tab main uth kar uske upar chadh gayi.

Main uske pet pe baithi. Uske lund ko apne haath se pakad ke apni chut ke muhane pe rakha. Woh abhi bhi itna mota tha ki pehle thoda pressure dena pada. Tip andar gaya. Main dheere-dheere neeche baithne lagi. Har inch pe meri siskari nikal rahi thi – “Ahh… ummhh… aahh…”  

Jab aadha andar gaya to maine thoda ruk kar saans li. Phir aur neeche. Aakhir mein main poori tarah baith gayi. 8.5 inch ka mota lund meri chut ke andar bilkul end tak. Main uske seene pe dono haath rakh ke thodi der aise hi baithi rahi, bas feel karti hui.

Phir maine hilna shuru kiya.

Pehle dheere-dheere. Upar uth ti, neeche baithti. Har baar jab main neeche aati to uska lund poora andar chala jata aur meri siskari nikal jaati. “Ahh… ahh…”  

Thodi der baad maine speed badha di. Ab main zor se uchal-uchal kar baith rahi thi. Har baar meri hips uske hips se zor se takra rahi thi – thap… thap… thap… ki saaf awaaz. Mere boobs bhi saath-saath uchal rahe the – upar-neeche, tez. Itne zor se ki woh uske seene se takra rahe the kabhi-kabhi.

Main aur tez hone lagi. Ab poori tarah se uchal rahi thi. Har dhakke pe meri awaaz tezz hoti ja rahi thi. “Aahh… aahh… Mahesh… aahhh…!”  

Phir main chillane lagi. “Ahhh… itna andar… aahhh…!”  

Mere boobs itne zor se uchal rahe the ki unka weight clearly feel ho raha tha. Main uske seene pe haath rakh ke balance banaye hue thi, lekin body poori tarah se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Chut uske motе lund pe baar-baar slide kar rahi thi – geeli, tight, aur har baar poora le rahi thi.

Pehli baar ka climax bahut jaldi aa gaya. Main ekdum se ruk si gayi, body tight hui, aur zor se chili – “Aahhhhh…!”  

Mera paani nikalne laga. Chut uske lund ko pakad ke dhakke de rahi thi. Main kaampte hue uske upar baithi rahi. Lekin maine rukna nahi tha. Thodi der saans leke maine phir se hilna shuru kiya. Ab aur tez.  

Doosri baar ke liye body phir se tight hone lagi. Main ab bilkul paagal ki tarah uchal rahi thi. Boobs itne zor se hil rahe the ki unki awaaz bhi aa rahi thi. “Aahh… aahh… aahhh… main phir se… aahhh…!”  

Doosri baar aur tez climax aaya. Main zor se chili, body kaampi, aur phir se paani nikalne laga. Is baar itna ki meri thighs tak geela ho gaya.

Uske baad main thodi si dheemi pad gayi, lekin hilna band nahi kiya. Ab bas uske liye. Usne mere hips pakad liye the aur neeche se bhi dhakke de raha tha. Main uske upar uchal rahi thi, awaazein nikaal rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the.

Aakhir mein usne bhi siskari maari – gehre, lambe. Uske haath meri hips pe zor se dabe, aur usne neeche se ek last zor ka dhakka diya. Main clearly feel kar rahi thi – uska garam paani meri chut ke andar force se nikal raha tha. Pulse… pulse… pulse…  

Main uske upar gir si gayi. Seene se seena chipka hua. Dono ki saansein itni tez thi ki room mein sirf yahi awaaz aa rahi thi. Usка lund ab bhi andar tha, dheela padta hua, lekin abhi nahi nikaala.

Main uske upar litayi hui, aankhein band, body bilkul thak chuki thi… lekin andar ab bhi uska paani geela kar raha tha.


Do round ke baad dono bilkul thak chuke the. Main abhi bhi uske upar hi thi, uska lund ab soft ho chuka tha meri chut ke andar. Thodi der baad usne dheere se mujhe side mein lita diya. Hum dono bilkul nange, ek doosre se chipke hue, bed pe letе the. Room mein ab bhi wahi shaanti thi – sirf hamari saansein aur door se aati hawa ki awaaz.

Mahesh ne mera ek haath pakda aur apni chest pe rakh liya. Thodi der chup raha, phir dheere se bola…

“Anita… ek baat poochun?”

Main aankhein band kiye hue thi, thakaan mein. “Hmm… poochho.”

Usne meri kamar pe haath pherte hue kaha, “Woh hotel wala din… yaad hai? Jab main pehli baar tujhe dekha tha.”

Main thoda sa chup hui. Woh baat kaafi purani thi. Maine aankhein kholi aur uski taraf dekha. “Kaunsa din?”

Hotel ke kamre me tune or kalu ne chudai ki thi jo mene tumhare husband ko bola tha or vo tumpe gussa huaa tha or jagda bhi huaa tha tumhara .

Main chup chap sun rahi thi. Uske haath ab meri hips pe the, dheere-dheere sahla rahe the.

Usne aage kaha, “Main camera me dekha tha Tu bilkul nangi uske neeche leti hui thi. Woh kalu… itna mota aur kala lund tujhmein daale hue dhakke maar raha tha. Tu uske neeche chillа rahi thi… ‘Ahhh… ahhh… aur zor se…’ Tere boobs uske seene se dabe hue the, pair uski kamar pe lapete hue. Aur tera yeh gadraaya hua badan… hips, thighs, pet… sab kuch uske kaale haathon mein daba hua tha.”

Merе andar ek ajeeb si garmi phail gayi uski baaton se. Maine dheere se kaha, “Tu… dekh raha tha?”

“Haan,” usne seedha kaha. “Main hotel me nokar ne chupae hue  camera se sab dekh liya tha. Tu uske neeche itni paagal ho rahi thi. Woh tujhe uthа-uthа ke dhakke maar raha tha. Tere boobs itne zor se hil rahe the. Aur jab usne tujhe doggy banaaya… teri yeh moti gaand uske haathon mein, aur woh kala lund poora andar tak ja raha tha… tab main samajh gaya.”

Usne meri gaand pe zor se dabaaya. “Is gadraaye hue badan ke liye main pagal ho gaya usi din. Itni mature, itni juicy body… koi patli-si ladki nahi. Poori aurat. Us kalu ke neeche tu itni sexy lag rahi thi ki main wahan se hat hi nahi paaya. Main khada-khada dekhта raha jab tak usne tujhe andar hi nahi jhada.”

Main thoda sa sharma si gayi, lekin uske haath ab meri chut pe aa chuke the. Dheere-dheere sahla rahe the.




Usne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, “Us din ke baad se main tujhe dhundhта raha. Sochта raha ki ek din main bhi is body ko aise hi le paaun. Itna gadraaya hua, itna soft, itna tight… aur aaj aakhir le liya.”

Usne meri ek boob ko pakad ke dabaaya. “Yeh boobs… us din bhi itne hi hil rahe the uske neeche. Aur yeh gaand… us kalu ke haathon mein dabi hui. Main dekhта raha tha tu kaise uske mote lund ko poora le rahi thi. Teri siskariyan, tera chillana… sab yaad hai.”

Main uske seene pe haath rakh ke boli, “Tab se… tujhe interest ho gaya tha?”

“Interest nahi,” usne meri chut mein ek ungli daalte hue kaha, “deewangi ho gayi thi. Is gadraaye hue badan ke liye. Main sochта tha kab yeh thighs mere haathon mein hongi, kab yeh chut mere lund pe baithеgi. Aur aaj… do round ke baad bhi main tujhe dekh ke pagal ho raha hoon.”

Usne mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Hum dono bilkul chipak gaye. Uske soft lund meri thighs se touch ho raha tha.

Main dheere se boli, “Us din… woh bahut mota tha.”

Mahesh ne meri gaand pe haath pherte hue kaha, “Haan… maine dekha tha. Tu uske neeche takleef mein bhi thi, lekin maza bhi le rahi thi. Tera face… aankhein band, muh khula… bilkul waise jaise aaj tha mere neeche.”

Usne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue aage kaha, “Anita… main tujhe us din se chahta tha. Is mature, gadraaye hue badan ko. Aur aaj jab tu mere upar uchal rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, tu chilа rahi thi… tab mujhe wahi scene yaad aa raha tha. Bas farq itna tha ki ab woh kalu nahi… main tha.”

Main uske lips pe ungli rakh ke chup kara diya. Phir uske kareeb aake dheere se boli, “Ab tu hai… aur yeh badan ab sirf tere liye hai.”

Usne mujhe tightly pakad liya. Room ki shaanti mein bas hamari saansein thi… aur beech mein woh purani baatein jo ab dono ke beech nangi pad chuki thi.


Purani baaton ke baad room mein ek alag si garmi fail gayi thi. Mahesh ka lund phir se tight hone laga tha mere thighs se ragad khaate hue. Usne mera muh pakad ke gehra chuma. Jeebh meri jeebh se lipat gayi. Main uske seene pe haath pherte hue uske lund ko pakad liya – woh phir se pura hard, mota aur garam ho chuka tha.

“Aakhri baar…” usne mere kaan mein kaha.

Usne mujhe seedha litа diya. Missionary se shuru kiya. Mere pairon ko khol ke apna lund meri geeli chut pe ragda, phir ek lambe dhakke ke saath poora andar tak daal diya. Main aankhein band karke siskari nikaali – “Aahhh…!”  

Woh dheere-dheere hilne laga. Har dhakke pe meri boobs upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Main uske peeth pe nakhun pher rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… Mahesh… andar tak… aahh…”  

Thodi der baad usne mere dono pair uthake apne kandhon pe rakh diye. Ab aur gehrai mein ja raha tha. Har dhakke pe uske hips meri gaand se zor se takra rahe the – thap… thap… thap… Main chilane lagi – “Aahhh… itna gehra… aahhh…!”  

Phir usne achanak ruk ke mujhe ghumа diya. Main pet ke bal let gayi. Usne mere hips uthаye aur peeche se apna lund meri chut mein daal diya. Doggy. Pehle dheere, phir tez. Uske haath meri gaand pe the, zor se daba rahe the. Har dhakke pe meri boobs bed pe ragad kha rahi thi. Main muh sheets mein dabaaye hue siskari nikaal rahi thi – “Ummhh… aahh… aahh…”  

Usne meri baal pakad liye aur peeche kheenche. Ab meri gardan upar thi. Main bilkul paagal ki tarah chilane lagi – “Aahhhh… Mahesh… aur zor se… aahhh…!”  

Uske dhakke ab bahut tez the. Lund poora andar-bahar, hips ka zor se takrav, meri gaand hil rahi thi. Main ek haath aage badha ke bed pakde hue thi, doosre haath se apni ek boob daba rahi thi. Awaazein room mein gunj rahi thi.

Thodi der baad usne mujhe phir ghumаya. Ab main side mein leti thi. Usne mera ek pair upar uthаya aur peeche se hi lund andar daal diya. Side position. Uske haath aage aake meri boobs pakad liye. Dono boobs ko zor se masalte hue dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske haath pe apna haath rakh ke siskari nikaal rahi thi – “Ahh… ahh… boobs… aahh…”  

Har dhakke pe meri body aage-peeche ho rahi thi. Uske seene se meri peeth chipki hui thi. Main uske kaan mein chillа rahi thi – “Aahhh… kitna mota… aahhh…!”  

Phir usne mujhe upar kheench liya. Main uske lund pe baith gayi. Cowgirl. Is baar main khud control mein thi. Maine dono haath uske seene pe rakh ke zor se uchalna shuru kiya. Har baar neeche baithte hue poora lund andar chala jata. Mere boobs itne zor se uchal rahe the ki unka weight clear feel ho raha tha. Main chilа rahi thi – “Aahhh… aahhh… dekh kaise hil rahe hain… aahhh…!”  

Usne mere hips pakad ke neeche se bhi dhakke dene shuru kiye. Ab dono mil ke hil rahe the. Takrav ki awaaz, meri siskariyan, uski bhi dheemi awaazein. Main itni tez uchal rahi thi ki bed ki sarsarahat bhi tezz ho gayi thi.

Aakhir mein usne mujhe phir neeche litа diya. Missionary. Mere pair uski kamar pe lapet liye. Ab bilkul aakhri dhakke. Tez, gehre, zor ke. Har baar poora lund, hips ka takrav, meri chikh – “Aahhhhh… Mahesh… main… aahhh… nikalne wali… aahhhhh…!”  

Mera climax itne zor se aaya ki main uske neeche kaampne lagi. Chut uske lund ko pakad ke dhakke de rahi thi. Main bilkul chilа di – “Aahhhhhh…!”  

Uske kuch dhakke baad usne bhi siskari maari. Gehre, lambe. Usne meri gaand pakad ke ek last zor ka dhakka diya aur andar hi jhadne laga. Main clearly feel kar rahi thi – uska garam paani force se meri chut ke andar nikal raha tha. Pulse… pulse… pulse…  




Woh mere upar gir gaya. Dono bilkul paseene se geele, saansein upar-neeche. Lund ab bhi andar tha, dheela padta hua. Main uske neeche litayi hui, aankhein band, body ab bilkul thak chuki thi.

Aakhri round khatam. Room ki shaanti mein bas hamari tez saansein bachi thi… aur beech mein woh geela, garam ehsaas jo ab bhi meri thighs tak faila hua tha.


Aakhri dhakke ke baad Mahesh mere upar hi gira hua tha. Dono ki saansein itni tez thi ki room mein sirf yahi awaaz gunj rahi thi – haa… haa… haa… Uske seene se meri boobs dabi hui thi, dono ke paseene mil kar ek sticky layer bana rahe the. Main uske neeche bilkul sukh si padi thi. Body mein dum nahi bacha tha. Taangein thodi si kaamp rahi thi ab bhi, chut ke andar uska lund dheela padta hua pada tha, aur uska paani dheere-dheere bahar nikal kar meri thighs ke beech geela kar raha tha.

Thodi der baad usne dheere se apna lund bahar nikaala. Nikalte waqt ek geeli si awaaz aayi. Uske saath uska paani bhi thoda sa bahar aa gaya, jo safed-white, thick, meri chut ke muhane pe aur thighs pe fail gaya. Main aankhein band kiye hue feel kar rahi thi – andar ab bhi geela aur thoda sa khula-khula ehsaas. Meri chut halki si dhadak rahi thi, jaise ab bhi uske shape ko yaad kar rahi ho.

Mahesh meri bagal mein let gaya. Dono bilkul nange, paseene se chamakte hue. Uske seene pe, pet pe, aur mere boobs pe paseene ki boondein thi. Meri baal bilkul bigde hue, kuch face pe chipke, kuch bed pe failе. Uske baal bhi gile the. Meri gardan pe, boobs pe aur thighs ke andar unilateral red marks the – uske haathon aur muh ke. Meri nipples ab bhi thode se tight aur sensitive the. Uske lund pe ab bhi meri chut ka geelaap aur uska khud ka paani chipka hua tha.

Main side se uski taraf mudi. Uske body pe bhi meri nakhunon ke halkе marks the – peeth pe, kandhon pe. Uske thighs pe meri geeli si nishani. Dono ke body se ek mixed smell aa rahi thi – paseena, sex, aur thodi si perfume jo subah lagayi thi.

Ab room ki taraf nazar gayi.

Kapde bilkul bikhre hue the. Darwaze ke paas meri peach colour ki kurta padi thi, ulți-pulti. Uske paas hi red bra – straps khule hue, ek cup andar ki taraf muda hua. Red panty bed ke neeche kisi kone mein giri hui thi. Meri salwar window ke paas, naada khula hua. Dupatta bed ke ek kone se latak raha tha.  

Mahesh ke kapde bhi waisi hi haalat mein the. Uska t-shirt chair ke peechhe girа hua. Jeans bed ke kinare se neeche, ek pair andar ki taraf. Underwear room ke beech floor pe padi thi. Sab kuch aise failа hua jaise kisi ne jaan-bujh kar bikher diya ho.






Bed ki chadar… woh sabse zyada bigdi hui thi. Safed sheets ab bilkul gandi ho chuki thi. Beech mein ek bada sa geela hissa tha – hamare paseene aur paani se. Kuch jagah wrinkles pad gaye the, jahan maine haath pakde the ya pair ghasе the. Ek pillow girа hua tha floor pe. Doosra pillow mere sir ke neeche daba hua, thoda sa geela. Chadar ke kinare bilkul khisak gaye the, mattress ki ek taraf nazar aa rahi thi. Jahan-jahan hum hilе the, wahan sheets mein deep folds pad gaye the. Thodi si safed si nishani bhi thi – uske paani ki – jo ab sookhne lagi thi.

Room mein ab bhi wahi shaanti thi. Sirf hamari dheemi hoti saansein. Hawa window se aa rahi thi, jo hamari gili body pe padte hi thandak de rahi thi. Main uske seene pe haath rakh ke leti rahi. Uske heart ki dhadkan ab dheemi padti ja rahi thi.

Dono ke body bilkul thakе hue, geele, marks wale. Kapde room mein bikhre. Bed ki chadar… ab kisi saaf cheez jaisi nahi dikh rahi thi.

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Subah 5 baje ke aas-h khuli. Room mein ab bhi thodi si andhera tha, window se halki si roshni aa rahi thi. Body bilkul thaki hui thi. Thodi si jalan si mehsoos ho rahi thi neeche, jaise ab bhi kuch yaad dila raha ho. Mahesh meri bagal mein so raha tha, nanga, ek haath meri kamar pe pada hua. Bed ki chadar ab bhi geeli aur bigdi hui thi. Kapde room mein bikhre pade the.

Maine dheere se uska haath hataya. Uthna tha. Jaldi. Ghar pahunchna tha pehle ki koi shak kare. Maine chupke se bed se utri. Pair zameen pe padte hi thodi si kamzori mehsoos hui. Thighs ke beech ab bhi thoda sa geela ehsaas tha – raat bhar ka. Maine pehle red panty dhundhi, bed ke neeche mili. Pehni. Phir red bra – straps thode se uljhe hue the, set kiye. Kurta aur salwar jaldi se pehne. Dupatta bhi le liya. Mirror mein dekha – baal bigde hue, aankhon ke neeche halki si thakaan, lips thode se suje hue. Makeup almost utar chuka tha.

Mahesh abhi bhi so raha tha. Maine usko jagaya nahi. Chupke se door se nikal gayi. Bahar hawa thandi thi.  Mahesh ki Car start ki aur nikal padi. Raaste bhar dimag mein raat ke scenes ghum rahe the – uska mota lund, dhakke, meri khud ki siskariyan, kalu wali baatein… sab.

Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte 6:15 ho gaya tha. Gate khola, andar gayi. Ghar shaant tha. Maine chupke se bathroom mein ghus ke naha liya. Garam paani se poori body dhoyi – khaas kar neeche. Kitna bhi saaf kiya, lekin andar ka ehsaas poora nahi gaya. Mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Body pe kuch marks the – gardan pe, boobs pe, thighs ke andar. Unko chhupaana tha.

Kapde change kiye – simple nighty. Kitchen mein jaake chai banayi. Normal life shuru.  Normal breakfast, normal baatein. Main normal face banaaye hue thi, lekin andar bilkul alag.

Us din se maine Mahesh se doori rakhni shuru kar di. Phone pe message aate the – “Kab milna hai?” “Raat yaad aa rahi hai…” Main short mein reply karti – “Abhi nahi… ghar pe dikkat hai.” Call bhi avoid karti. Kabhi-kabhi late night uske messages dekh leti, dil zor se dhadakta, lekin reply nahi karti thi. Dori rakhni thi. Nahi to sab khul jaata.

Ghar pe normal life chal rahi thi. Cooking, cleaning, TV, relatives ke phone… sab. Lekin raat ko jab husband mere paas aata, tab asali takleef shuru hoti. Woh haath dalta, chumne ki koshish karta, “Aaj mood hai…” Main dheere se hat jaati. “Aaj thakan hai… head ache hai… kal karte hain.” Kabhi “Periods aa rahe hain” bol deti, kabhi “Bahut thak gayi hoon.” Usne pehle-pehle pressure dala, lekin main firm rahi. Sex bilkul nahi kiya uske saath. Uske lund ko haath bhi nahi lagaya. Jab woh force karta to main cold ho jaati. Aakhir woh bhi chup chap so jaata.

Lekin raat ke andhere mein, jab woh so jaata, tab meri aankhein khuli rehti. Ceiling dekhte hue dimag mein scenes ghumne lagte. Pehle kalu ji… woh hotel wala din. Uska kala, bahut mota lund. Kaise usne mujhe bed pe litаya tha, kaise meri taangein kholi thi, kaise dheere-dheere poora andar tak gaya tha. Meri siskariyan, uske dhakke, meri gaand uske haathon mein… sab yaad aa jaata. Phir Mahesh. Farm house. Uska bhi utna hi mota, 8.5 inch, thick. Missionary mein meri takleef, phir maza, uske upar uchalte hue mere boobs, doggy mein meri chill, aakhri round ki alag-alag positions… sab.


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Main chupke se apne haath neeche le jaati. Apni chut ko sahlaati. Band aankhon se un dono ke bade lund ko feel karti – kalu ka kala aur bahut mota, Mahesh ka bhi utna hi thick aur lamba. Kaise unhone meri chut ko faila diya tha, kaise paani andar chhoda tha. Main apni ungliyon se hi relief leti, lekin asali cheez ki kami khalti. Husband ke bagal mein leti hui, uski saansein sunti hui, lekin dimag mein sirf woh do bade lund.

Subah uth ti to body normal dikhti, lekin andar woh emptiness. Normal life jeeti – market jaati, kitchen ka kaam karti, relatives se baat karti – lekin har thodi der baad yaad aa jaati. Kabhi kitchen mein khadi-khadi lagta jaise abhi bhi Mahesh ka lund andar hai. Kabhi bathroom mein nahaate hue kalu ji ke dhakke yaad aa jaate.  

Mahesh ke messages ab bhi aate. Main padhti, dil tezz dhadakta, body react karti, lekin reply nahi karti. Dori. Zaroori thi.  

Raat ba raat yahi silsila. Husband ko mana karna. Uske saath bilkul nahi. Aur andhere mein letе-lete un dono ke bade, mote lund ki yaad. Kalu ji ka kala, veiny, bahut thick. Mahesh ka bhi utna hi powerful. Kaise unhone mujhe bhara tha, kaise main unke neeche-chini thi, kaise paani girа tha.  

Normal life bahar se. Andar… bilkul alag. Sirf yaadein. Aur woh emptiness jo ab kisi aur se nahi bharne wali thi.



Subah se hi ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Husband subah hi office nikal gaya tha – 2-3 din ke tour pe.  Ghar bilkul khaali. Main kitchen mein chai banaate hue soch rahi thi. Itne din se Mahesh se doori. Husband se bilkul nahi. Sirf yaadein. Kalu ji ki… uske kale, bahut mote lund ki. Farm house wali raat ki. Body mein ek bechaini si thi.

Maine phone uthaya. Contact list mein uska number ab bhi saved tha – “Kalu Ji”. Thodi der socha. Phir call laga diya. Do ring pe pick hua.

“Hello…” uski gehre awaaz aayi.

Main dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Main Anita… yaad hai?”

Thodi si khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hoon. Bol.”

“Aaj ghar pe koi nahi hai. Poora din. Agar… aana ho to aa jao.”

Usne seedha poocha, “Time?”

“Ek ghante mein.”

Call cut kiya. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Ab taiyari shuru.

Pehle bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Poori body ko dheere-dheere saaf kiya. Soap se seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, aur neeche. Khaas kar chut ke aas-paas extra dhyan se. Paani se dhote hue yaad aaya kaise usne pehli baar wahan muh rakha tha. Body lotion lagayi – soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky ho gayi. Baal khole, shampoo kiya, phir conditioner. Baal ko towel se sukhaya, phir dryer se. Loose waves de diye – natural, thode se shoulder pe girte hue.

Ab underwear. Almirah kholi. Is baar black colour ka set nikala. Deep lace black bra – jo meri boobs ko upar utha kar full cleavage deta tha. Matching black panty – thin sides, peeche se thodi open. Pehle panty pehni. Lace meri skin pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se lagaya, straps adjust kiye. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bilkul bold lag raha tha. Cleavage deep, nipples bra ke through thode se shape de rahe the.

Upar se kapda. Is baar simple nahi. Ek short, soft maroon colour ka nightdress nikala – jo sirf thighs tak aata tha, deep neck, thin straps. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge thoda sa dikh raha tha. Neeche panty ka lace thighs ke upar se clear tha jab main chalti thi. Dupatta nahi liya. Sirf yahi.

Makeup light rakha – kajal, thoda sa dark lipstick, halka blush. Perfume spray kiya – neck pe, wrists pe, cleavage ke beech, aur thoda sa thighs ke andar. Baal ek side se shoulder pe gira diye.

Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah se dekha. Bahar se main soft, inviting lag rahi thi – maroon nightdress, black lace andar. Lekin andar body pehle se hi garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi si geelaahat si mehsoos ho rahi thi bas sochne se.

Phone uthaya, Kalu ji ko message kiya – “Gate khula hai. Seedha andar aa jao. Main ready hoon.”

Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Living room mein jaake soft light on ki, curtains thode se band kiye. Sofa pe baithi. Pair cross kiye. Nightdress thoda sa upar khisak gaya, thighs ka black lace dikhne laga.


Ab intezaar. Har second lamba lag raha tha. Dimag mein uska kala, mota lund ghum raha tha – kaise pehli baar usne mujhe failaya tha, kaise meri siskariyan nikalwayi thi. Body mein ek halki si kaamp si thi.

Gate ki taraf kaan lage hue the. Ab bas uske aane ki awaaz ka intezaar tha…




Gate ki side se halki si awaaz aayi. Main sofa pe baithi thi, pair cross kiye hue, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se door open hua. Kalu ji andar aaya. Uski black T-shirt body pe tight thi, jeans neeche, aur uske haath mein ek chhota sa bag. Usne door band kiya, lock lagaya, aur meri taraf dekha.

Uske nazar pehle meri aankhon pe, phir deep cleavage pe, phir nightdress ke short hem pe ruki. Uske lips pe halki si muskaan aayi.

“Bilkul ready lag rahi ho, Anita,” uski gehre awaaz mein bola. “Itne din baad… ghar khaali… accha kiya call kiya.”

Main uth kar uske paas gayi. Uske pairon ke paas ruk kar upar dekha. Uska face, uski dark skin, uske broad shoulders… body pehle se hi garam thi. Maine uske chest pe haath rakha.

“Kapde nikaalo,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Aaj poora time hai.”

Usne pehle T-shirt upar se utari. Uske kale, strong chest aur stomach dikhe – thodi si hair, solid muscles. Phir usne jeans ka belt khola, zipper neeche kiya, aur jeans neeche gira di. Underwear pe tha – black colour ka, andar se uska lund pehle se hi half hard dikh raha tha, mota, lamba outline.

Maine uske underwear ke upar haath rakha. Uske lund ko bahar se feel kiya – garam, bhari hui. Usne meri kamar pakdi aur apne taraf kheecha. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye. Gehra kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi, dheere-dheere, jaise woh meri poori yaad kar raha ho. Maine uske back pe haath feraye, uske strong body ko feel kiya.

Kiss ke beech woh mera nightdress ke straps neeche gira raha tha. Straps meri shoulders se slide ho gaye. Uska haath mere peeche gaya, bra ke hook khole. Bra dheel ho gayi. Usne bra ko dheere se utaar diya. Meri boobs free ho gayi – full, soft, nipples already tight.

Usne dono haathon se meri boobs ko pakda. Uske bade, kale haath meri gori skin pe. Uski ungliyan nipples ko dheere-dheere dabati, ghumati. Phir usne jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein le liya. Garam, geeli jeebh. Woh suck karne laga – pehle soft, phir thoda zor se. Doosre boob ko haath se masalta raha. Main uske baal pakad kar uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye rakh rahi thi. Siskari nikalne lagi.

Woh neeche aata gaya. Meri pet pe kiss, navel pe jeebh, phir nightdress ko upar uthaya. Maine haath upar kiye, usne nightdress poora utaar diya. Ab main sirf black lace panty mein thi. Usne mujhe sofa pe bithaya, khud ghutnon pe baith gaya. Meri thighs ko alag kiya.

Usne panty ke upar se hi chut ko feel kiya. Lace geela ho chuka tha. Usne ungli se lace ko side kiya, meri clit pe halka sa touch kiya. Main jhatak gayi.

“Itni geeli… sirf sochne se?” usne muskura ke kaha.

Phir usne panty ke dono sides pakad kar neeche kheench diya. Maine pair uthaye, panty nikal gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Usne meri thighs ko aur failaya. Meri chut uske saamne – soft, pink, thodi si swollen, juices se chamak rahi thi.

Usne pehle nose se soongha, phir jeebh se ek lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main zor se saans li. Usne meri thighs ko mazbooti se pakda aur jeebh andar ghusane laga. Dheere-dheere, deep, phir clit pe focus. Uske lips meri clit ko suck kar rahe the, jeebh circles bana rahi thi. Ek ungli usne dheere se andar daali – moti, kalee ungli meri tight wallon ko feel karti hui. Phir doosri. Woh finger fuck karne laga, jeebh clit pe continuous.

Main sofa pe back lete hue, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi. “Ahh… Kalu ji… aise hi… dheere…”

Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi jeebh deep andar, kabhi clit pe fast flicks, ungliyan andar-bahar. Meri siskariyan badhti gayi. Body kaampne lagi. Ek leg uske shoulder pe rakh diya. Woh aur gehra gaya. Uski doosri haath meri boob pe thi, nipple ko pinch karti hui.

Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apne god mein bithaya. Main uske strong thighs pe baith gayi. Uske underwear abhi bhi the. Maine uske lund ko bahar nikaala. Woh ab fully hard tha – kaala, bahut mota, veins dikh rahi thi, tip se thoda precum nikal raha tha. Maine dono haathon se pakda. Itna thick ki meri ungliyan poori tarah nahi mil paati thi. Maine uske tip ko thumb se round kiya, phir neeche se upar stroke kiya.

Usne mera face upar uthaya aur phir se deep kiss kiya. Kiss ke beech main uske lund ko stroke karti rahi. Phir maine uske chest pe kiss kiye, neeche aati gayi. Uski pet pe, phir uske lund ke base pe. Maine jeebh se uske balls ko lick kiya, phir lund ke neeche se upar tak lamba lick. Tip pe ruki, precum ko jeebh se liya, phir muh mein le liya.

Sirf tip pehle. Uska mota lund meri lips ko faila raha tha. Maine dheere-dheere aur andar liya, jitna ho saka. Jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath base pe stroke. Usne mere baal pakad liye, lekin zor nahi diya – bas guide kiya. Main upar-neeche karne lagi, kabhi deep, kabhi sirf tip suck. Uski siskariyan nikalne lagi – gehre, low moans.

Usne mujhe uthaya, sofa pe letaya. Khud mere upar aa gaya, lekin abhi andar nahi. Usne apna lund meri chut ke upar rakh diya – garam, hard, slipperiness mein. Dheere-dheere usne lund ko meri clit pe rub kiya, upar-neeche. Main hips uthane lagi, uske against grind. Uske lund ki thickness meri folds ke beech feel ho rahi thi.

Usne ek haath se apna lund pakda aur tip ko meri opening pe rakha. Halka sa pressure. Lekin abhi andar nahi daala. Sirf tip se circle bana raha tha, juices ko spread karta hua. Doosre haath se meri boobs ko masal raha tha, nipples ko chusta. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi.

“Ab andar… please…” maine dheemi, bheegi awaaz mein kaha.

Usne muskura ke mera face dekha, phir dheere se pressure badhaya. Uska mota tip meri chut mein ghusne laga – stretch, garam, bhari hui feeling. Sirf thoda sa… phir ruk gaya. Phir thoda aur. Main muh khol kar saans le rahi thi, uske shoulders ko pakde hue.




Woh poora andar nahi gaya abhi. Bas tip se half tak, dheere-dheere in-out, foreplay ko aur lamba karte hue. Har baar thoda gehra. Meri walls uske around stretch ho rahi thi. Usne meri ek leg ko upar uthaya, knee ke peeche se pakda, aur aur deep angle diya. Ab uska lund meri clit ko bhi rub kar raha tha har stroke mein.

Main uske against move karne lagi. Uske haath meri hips pe, control karte hue. Kabhi slow, deep strokes, kabhi thoda tez. Uske lips mere neck pe, ears pe, phir wapas lips pe. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein, uska lund meri chut mein – dono jagah uska control.

Body mein heat badh rahi thi. Thighs kaamp rahe the. Main uske baal, uske back, uske strong arms ko feel karti rahi. Usne ek baar poora almost bahar nikaala, tip se meri clit ko tease kiya, phir ek hi stroke mein deep andar daal diya. Main zor se moan ki.

Woh ruk gaya andar, deep. Meri aankhon mein dekha. “Itni tight… itne din baad bhi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Phir slow thrusting shuru kiya – long, controlled strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri juices uske lund pe chamak rahi thi, thighs tak fail rahi thi.

Usne meri dono legs ko apne shoulders pe rakh diya. Aur gehra angle. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah touch kar raha tha. Main uske thighs ko pakde hue, hips milati hui. Siskariyan continuous. Usne ek haath se meri clit ko rub karna shuru kiya – thumb se, circular, jab woh andar-bahar kar raha tha.

Heat build hone lagi. Meri body tight hone lagi. “Kalu ji… main… aah…”

Woh speed thodi badha diya, lekin control mein. Deep, forceful, lekin steady. Uske balls meri ass pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main uske against push kar rahi thi. Phir ek strong wave aayi – poori body kaamp uthi, chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage. Main uske naam se chillayi, nails uske back pe chala di.

Woh ruk gaya nahi. Mere climax ke beech bhi woh slow deep strokes jaari rakha, meri orgasm ko lamba karta hua. Jab main thodi normal hui, usne mujhe side se turn kiya. Ab spoon position. Usne peeche se apna lund meri chut mein daala, ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit. Dheere-dheere phir se build karne laga.


Kalu ji abhi bhi peeche se dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar raha tha. Uske ek haath se meri boob ko masal raha tha, doosre se clit pe halka pressure. Meri saansein tez thi, body uske against soft waves mein hil rahi thi. Living room ki soft light mein sirf hum dono ki awaazein thi – uski gehre moans, meri siskariyan, aur skin ke milne ki awaaz.

Tabhi…

Gate ke bahar car ki awaaz aayi. Engine band hone ki awaaz. Phir car door band hone ki. Main jhat se rigid ho gayi. Kalu ji bhi ruk gaya. Uska lund abhi bhi meri chut mein deep tha, garam aur hard.

“Kya hua?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.

Main uske haath ko hatate hue flustered awaaz mein boli, “Husband… abhi nahi aana tha. Tour pe tha… 2-3 din. Shayad jaldi aa gaya.”

Bahar se keys ki awaaz aayi. Main door lock ki taraf dekhi – pehle se locked tha, lekin ab footsteps clear sunai de rahe the.

Kalu ji ne turant apna lund bahar nikaala. Woh bada, geela, still fully hard tha. Maine jaldi se apna nightdress uthaaya jo sofa pe pada tha, pehen liya. Bra aur panty abhi bhi floor pe the. Kalu ji ne apni jeans aur T-shirt jaldi se pehen li, lekin uska lund jeans ke andar abhi bhi clear bulge bana raha tha. Usne underwear nahi pehna tha – jaldi mein.

Main uske bag ko uthakar kitchen ki taraf ishara kiya. “Wahan se peeche wale gate se nikal jao. Jaldi!”

Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaaga. Main living room mein sofa pe baith gayi, nightdress theek kiya, baal thode se set kiye. Heart abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri chut abhi bhi geeli thi, thighs ke beech uska precum aur meri juices mix hokar chipak rahe the. Nipples nightdress ke through abhi bhi tight dikh rahe the.

Door ki key ghumi. Main door open hua.

Husband andar aaya – suitcase haath mein, thaka hua face, lekin muskura raha tha.

“Surprise!” usne kaha. “Meeting cancel ho gayi, toh socha jaldi aa jaaun. Ghar khaali nahi chhodna tha tujhe.”

Usne suitcase side mein rakha aur meri taraf aaya. Main uth kar uske paas gayi, normal smile dete hue. “Acha kiya… mujhe bhi akela nahi lag raha tha.”

Usne mujhe hug kiya. Uske suit ke kapdon se office ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Mere body se abhi bhi Kalu ji ki strong, masculine smell mix thi – thodi si sex ki bhi. Maine jaldi se apna face uske chest pe rakh diya taaki woh notice na kare.

Hug ke beech uska haath meri back pe gaya, phir neeche – nightdress ke upar se meri ass ko feel kiya.

“Aaj yeh pehna hai?” usne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha. “Aur baal khule… makeup… lagta hai tu wait kar rahi thi kisi ki.”

Main soft hasi hasi. “Bas ghar pe aaram se thi. Tu aa gaya toh accha laga.”

Usne mera face upar uthaya aur kiss kiya. Normal, soft kiss. Lekin mere lips abhi bhi Kalu ji ke kiss se swollen the, aur meri mouth mein uski taste abhi bhi thi. Husband ne thodi der gehra kiss kiya, uski jeebh meri mouth mein gayi. Main respond kiya, lekin andar se tension thi.

Kiss todte hue usne meri cleavage ki taraf dekha. Nightdress ka deep neck, aur andar bra nahi thi – sirf nangi boobs. Uske haath ne strap side kiya.

“Bra nahi pehni?” usne eyebrow uthate hue poocha.

Main halka sa blush dikhate hue boli, “Ghar pe akeli thi na… comfort ke liye.”

Usne ek haath se meri boob ko nightdress ke upar se pakda. Nipple already hard tha. Usne dheere se dabaya.

“Lagta hai tu bahut lonely feel kar rahi thi,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz mein thodi si heat aa gayi thi.

Tabhi kitchen ki taraf se halki si awaaz aayi – peeche wale gate ke band hone ki. Husband ne kaan uthaye.

“Kya awaaz thi?”

Main jaldi se boli, “Shayad bahar koi billi ya kuch. Main abhi check karti hoon.”

Maine kitchen ki taraf jaane ka natak kiya, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.

“Baad mein. Pehle tu.”




Usne mujhe wapas sofa pe kheecha. Khud mere saamne baith gaya. Uske haath ne nightdress ko upar uthaya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne aa gayi – abhi bhi geeli, swollen, thodi si red, aur thighs pe juices ke nishaan.

Uske eyes thodi si wide ho gaye.

“Itni geeli…?” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Sirf mere aane se?”

Usne ungli se touch kiya. Meri chut uske touch pe jhatak gayi. Uske fingers pe Kalu ji ka precum aur meri juices mix the – thoda sticky, thoda different texture. Usne ungli ko apni nose ke paas le jaakar soongha, lekin clearly kuch nahi kaha. Sirf thodi der chup raha.

Phir usne meri thighs failayi aur jhuk gaya. Uske lips meri chut pe aa gaye. Jeebh se lick kiya – slow, exploratory. Main sofa pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue. Andar se guilt aur excitement dono mix the. Husband meri chut chat raha tha, jahan abhi kuch minute pehle Kalu ji ka mota kala lund tha.

Usne do ungliyan andar daali.

[Anita patel]

UPDET 16


Usne ungli se touch kiya. Meri chut uske touch pe jhatak gayi. Uske fingers pe Kalu ji ka precum aur meri juices mix the – thoda sticky, thoda different texture. Usne ungli ko apni nose ke paas le jaakar soongha, lekin clearly kuch nahi kaha. Sirf thodi der chup raha.

Phir usne meri thighs failayi aur jhuk gaya. Uske lips meri chut pe aa gaye. Jeebh se lick kiya – slow, exploratory. Main sofa pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue. Andar se guilt aur excitement dono mix the. Husband meri chut chat raha tha, jahan abhi kuch minute pehle Kalu ji ka mota kala lund tha.

Usne do ungliyan andar daali. Meri walls abhi bhi stretched feel ho rahi thi. Usne notice kiya – thodi si looser than usual, lekin kuch nahi bola. Sirf deeper lick karne laga, clit pe focus.

Main moan karne lagi – real moans, kyunki body abhi bhi sensitive thi. Husband ne meri nightdress poori tarah upar uthayi, meri boobs nangi kar di. Usne ek haath se boob masalte hue neeche se chatna jaari rakha.

Thodi der baad usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Suit, shirt, pants – sab floor pe. Uska lund hard ho chuka tha – average size, gora, lekin abhi fully erect. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Tip meri opening pe rakha aur ek hi dhakke mein andar daal diya.

Main zor se saans li. Uska lund andar gaya, lekin abhi bhi meri chut Kalu ji ke baad thodi open feel ho rahi thi. Husband ne notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne thoda slow start kiya, phir speed badhayi.

Woh thrust karne laga – normal pace, meri legs ko failaye hue. Main uske back pe haath feraye, uske against move kiya. Lekin dimag mein abhi bhi Kalu ji ka kala, bahut mota lund ghum raha tha – uska stretch, uski depth, uski smell.

Husband ne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, deeper angle diya. “Tu aaj bahut garam hai,” usne moan ke saech kaha. “Itna wet… itna responsive.”

Main uske lips pe kiss kiya, uske naam se awaaz nikaali, lekin aankhein band karke Kalu ji ko yaad kar rahi thi. Husband tez hone laga. Uske strokes short aur forceful. Main uske saath climax ke kareeb pahunchne lagi – is baar thoda guilt ke saath, lekin body ne respond kiya.

Woh andar hi cum kar diya – garam jets meri walls pe. Main bhi uske saath thodi si peak pe pahunchi, lekin utni intense nahi jitni Kalu ji ke saath thi.

Woh mere upar lit gaya, saansein tez. Main uske baal ferate hue soft awaaz mein boli, “Welcome home…”

Usne muskura ke mera face dekha. “Ab main ghar pe hoon. Aaj raat poori teri.”

Lekin mere dimag mein abhi bhi kitchen ke peeche wale gate ki taraf soch rahi thi… Kalu ji nikal gaya hoga. Uske jeans ke andar abhi bhi hard lund hoga, aur meri juices uske lund pe chipki hongi.

Husband ne thodi der baad uth kar bathroom ki taraf gaya. Main sofa pe nangi leti rahi, nightdress side mein. Thighs ke beech ab do alag precum mix the.

Phone silent mode pe tha. Maine check kiya – Kalu ji ka message:

“Safe nikal gaya. Kal raat farmhouse. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”

Main message delete karke phone side mein rakh diya. Husband bathroom se nikal kar aa raha tha.

Ab ghar mein dono the… lekin mera shareer abhi bhi Kalu ji ke liye bechain tha.




Husband bathroom se nikal kar aaya. Usne towel se baal thode se sukhaye hue the, lower body pe sirf underwear. Woh living room mein aaya aur sofa pe baithne hi wala tha ki uski nazar neeche chali gayi.

Sofa ke neeche, thodi si andheri jagah mein, ek black colour ka underwear pada hua tha – bada size, clearly mardana, aur thoda sa geela dikh raha tha.

Usne jhuk kar usse uthaya. Haath mein lete hue dheere-dheere dekha. Size uske khud ke underwear se kaafi bada tha. Fabric thoda sticky tha. Usne soongha – strong, masculine smell, aur uske saath meri body ki khushbu mix.

Uske face ka colour thoda change ho gaya. Jaw tight ho gaya.

“Yeh kiska hai?” usne seedha, thandi awaaz mein poocha.

Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi leti thi, nightdress side mein pada hua. Maine us underwear ko dekhte hi dil zor se dhadakna shuru kar diya. Blood face se utar gaya.

“Woh… main… pata nahi,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha, aankhein bachaate hue.

Husband ne underwear ko mere saamne pakad kar uthaya. “Sofa ke neeche pada tha. Mera nahi hai. Size dekh. Aur geela hai.”

Usne phir se soongha, phir meri taraf ghoora. “Teri chut abhi bhi geeli thi jab main aaya. Bra nahi pehni thi. Nightdress. Makeup. Baal. Aur ab yeh?”

Main uth kar baith gayi, nightdress jaldi se pehenne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.

“Mat pehen. Baith.”

Usne underwear ko side table pe phenka aur mere saamne khada ho gaya. Awaaz ab tez ho rahi thi.

“Bol. Kaun tha yahan?”

Main chup rahi. Mere lips kaamp rahe the.

Tabhi uska phone baja. Usne dekha – padosi Aunty ka number. Usne speaker pe laga diya.

Padosi ki awaaz aayi, “Beta, main bas bata rahi thi… abhi ek ghante pahle mein tumhare ghar mein koi tha. Main balcony se dekha. Ek kaala sa aadmi, strong body wala. Gate se andar gaya, phir kuch der baad peeche wale gate se nikalta hua dikha. Aur… awaazein bhi aa rahi thi. Matlab… thodi loud thi. Maine socha tumhe bata doon kyunki tum tour pe the.”

Husband ne phone cut kar diya. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Usne phone side mein phenka.

Ab uski awaaz full volume pe aa gayi.

“Kaala aadmi? Strong body? Peeche wale gate se nikalta hua? Aur awaazein?”

Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face pakda. “Bol Anita. Kaun tha? Kalu? Wohi farmhouse wala? Jiske baare mein tu kabhi-kabhi sapne mein naam leti hai?”

Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish ki. “Haan… woh aaya tha. Main… akeli thi. Call kiya tha.”

Husband ne peeche hat kar zor se wall pe haath maara. “Saali randi! Main tour pe jaata hoon toh tu turant us kale ko bula leti hai? Uske mote lund ke liye tarasti hai?”

Usne sofa ke neeche se meri black lace panty uthayi jo abhi bhi padi thi. “Yeh bhi uske liye pehni thi? Black lace? Cleavage nikaal ke? Perfume laga ke? Aur phir uske saamne nangi ho gayi?”

Main rone lagi. “Maaf kar de… ek baar hi tha… main control nahi kar payi…”

Usne hasi hasi – bitter, gusse wali hasi. “Ek baar? Hotel wali dopahar bhi thi. Aur aaj phir. Padosi ne dekha. Awaazein suni. Matlab tu uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi jab main office mein tha?”

Woh mere paas aaya, mera nightdress pakad kar upar kheench diya. Main nangi ho gayi uske saamne. Usne meri thighs failayi.

“Dekh… abhi bhi red hai. Stretched. Uske mote lund ne itna failaya ki mera lund ab dheela lag raha hoga tujhe.”

Usne ungli se meri chut ko touch kiya – abhi bhi thodi geeli. “Isme abhi bhi uska precum hoga. Saali, uske cum ko andar leke baithi thi jab main aaya?”

Main sir jhuka kar rone lagi. “Nahi… usne andar nahi… bas… thoda…”

“Bas thoda?” Husband ne zor se meri chin upar uthayi. “Usne tera muh chusa? Boobs chuse? Chut chati? Aur phir apna kala mota lund tujhmein daala? Bol!”

Main haan mein sir hilayi, aansu nikal rahe the.

Usne phir se us black underwear ko uthaya aur mere face ke paas le aaya. “Yeh soongh. Isme teri chut ki smell hai. Usne pehna hua tha jab woh tujhe chod raha tha. Phir jaldi mein yahan chhod gaya.”

Woh gusse mein room mein chahal-qadmi karne laga. “Main mehnat karta hoon, ghar chalata hoon, bacchon ka khayal rakhta hoon… aur tu? Tu us kale ke lund pe lit jaati hai. Uske saamne nangi nachti hai. Uske liye special bra-panty pehenti hai. Uske aane pe gate khula chhod deti hai!”

Usne mera phone uthaya jo side table pe tha. Password try kiya – meri birthday. Open ho gaya. Usne recent calls dekhe. “Kalu Ji” ka number. Call history – aaj subah ka call. Phir messages. Usne woh message padha jo Kalu ji ne bheja tha: “Safe nikal gaya. Kal dophar hotel. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”

Husband ka face aur laal ho gaya. Usne phone zor se sofa pe phenk diya.

“Kal dophar ko hotel? Same time? Teri chut uski yaad kar rahi hai?”

Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face dono haathon se pakda. Awaaz ab low lekin bahut teekhi thi.

“Tu uske liye itni wet ho jaati hai ki mere aate hi padosi ko awaazein sunai de rahi thin. Tu uske mote lund ko apne andar leti hai, uski jeebh apni chut pe feel karti hai, uske haath apni boobs pe… aur phir mere aane pe normal face bana leti hai?”

Usne mera haath pakad kar apne underwear pe rakha. “Yeh tera husband ka lund hai. Average. Gora. Lekin tujhe toh kale, mote, lambe wale chahiye. Jisse teri chut fail jaye. Jisse tu siskiyan nikaale.”

Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish karti hui boli, “Please… bas kar… maaf kar de… main phir nahi…”

Usne hasi hasi. “Phir nahi? Kal raat farmhouse ka plan hai. Tu jaayegi. Uske liye taiyar hogi. Black lace pehenegi. Perfume lagayegi. Phir uske neeche lit jaayegi. Aur main yahan baith ke sochta rahunga ki meri biwi kisi kale ke lund pe uchal rahi hai.”

Woh thodi der chup raha, saansein tez. Phir bola, “Aaj raat tu mere saath so. Lekin yaad rakh… ab se har baar jab main tujhe chhoonga, mujhe yaad aayega ki uske haath pehle aa chuke hain. Har baar jab main andar jaunga, mujhe feel hoga ki woh jagah usne pehle faila di hai.”

Usne black underwear ko uthaya aur mere pillow ke neeche rakh diya. “Yeh yahan rahega. Yaad dilane ke liye. Ki tu kya hai.”

Main rone lagi, pairon mein girne ki koshish ki. “Please… mat kar aisa… main pyar karti hoon tujhe…”

Usne peeche hat kar kaha, “Pyar? Pyar mein koi dusre ke lund ke liye tarasta hai? Padosi ko awaazein sunai deti hain? Sofa ke neeche underwear chhod deti hai?”

Woh bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Door zor se band kiya. Main living room mein nangi baithi rahi, aansu nikalte hue, us black underwear ko dekhte hue jo ab pillow ke neeche tha.

Bahar raat ho chuki thi. Ghar mein ab sirf khamoshi thi… lekin us khamoshi mein bhi husband ke tane, padosi ki awaaz, aur Kalu ji ka message ghum rahe the.



Husband bedroom se nikal kar aaya. Uske face pe ab gussa thoda control mein tha, lekin aankhon mein ek naya, tez faisla dikh raha tha. Usne living room mein aake mere saamne khada ho gaya. Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi baithi thi, aankhon mein aansu, body kaamp rahi thi.

Usne seedha kaha, “Ab sun. Aaj raat tu us kale ke saath hotel jaayegi.”

Main sir utha kar dekhi. “Kya…?”

“Haan. Main decide kar chuka hoon. Tu usse call kar. Bola ki main jaanta hoon sab. Aur ab usse ek lakh rupaye chahiye. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad tu uske saath hotel mein raat guzaar. Jo mangta hai woh le. Teri chut, tera muh, teri gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise.”

Main kaampte hue boli, “Lakh…? Woh dega kaise…?”

Husband ne hasi hasi – kadi hasi. “De dega. Teri chut ke liye woh kuch bhi dega. Maine dekha uska underwear. Size. Aur padosi ne jo bataya. Woh tujhe chahiye. Aur mujhe paise chahiye. Dono ki zarurat usi se poori hogi. Meri – paise. Teri – uska mota kala lund.”

Usne mera phone uthaya aur mere haath mein thrusta. “Call kar. Abhi.”

Mere haath kaamp rahe the. Maine “Kalu Ji” ka number dial kiya. Do ring pe usne uthaya.

“Anita…” uski gehre awaaz aayi. “Sab theek?”

Main dheemi, kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Kalu ji… husband aa gaya. Usne sab jaan liya. Underwear mil gaya. Padosi ne bhi bata diya.”

Line pe thodi khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Aur?”

“Woh… bol raha hai ki ek lakh rupaye do. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad… main tumhare saath hotel mein aa sakti hoon. Poori raat.”

Kalu ji ne dheere se saans li. “Lakh? Itna?”

Main ne husband ki taraf dekha. Woh sir hila raha tha – haan mein.

Maine kaha, “Haan. Usne kaha ki meri… zarurat bhi tumse poori hogi aur uski bhi. Paise uske, aur main tumhari.”

Kalu ji thodi der chup raha. Phir uski awaaz mein ek heavy, accepting tone aaya. “Theek hai. Lakh de dunga. Cash. Bata hotel kaun sa. Main arrange karta hoon.”

Husband ne mere kaan ke paas muh laakar kaha, “Bol – Grand Palace Hotel. Room 405. Raat 12 baje. Paise pehle. Phir jo chahe kar.”

Maine wahi bataya. Kalu ji ne confirm kiya, “12 baje. Room 405. Main pahunch jaunga. Paise leke. Tu taiyar hokar aana.”

Call cut hua.

Husband ne mera face pakda. “Ab taiyar ho. Uske liye. Jo pehenti hai uske saamne – black lace, short dress, perfume, makeup. Jaise aaj dopahar mein thi. Aur yaad rakh… aaj raat tu uski hai. Jo bolegi woh karegi. Muh, chut, gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise check karna. Mere account mein transfer ya cash. Phir free.”

Usne mera nightdress side se uthaya aur phenk diya. “Ab naha. Phir pehen.”

Main kaampte hue bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Body ko dhoya – pehle seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, chut ko. Paani ke neeche khadi hokar soch rahi thi… ab husband khud mujhe Kalu ji ke paas bhej raha tha. Lakh rupaye ke liye. Aur meri apni bechaini bhi usi mein thi.

Shower ke baad body lotion lagayi – wahi soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky. Baal khole, dryer se waves diye. Phir almirah kholi.

Is baar aur bold. Deep black lace bra – jo boobs ko upar utha kar almost nanga cleavage deta tha, nipples ke around thin lace. Matching black thong – peeche se bilkul open, sirf thin string. Pehle thong pehni. Lace meri geeli chut pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se, straps adjust. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bahut gandi aur inviting lag raha tha.

Upar se ek short, tight maroon dress – jo sirf mid-thigh tak aata tha, deep V neck, back almost open. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge aur cleavage clear dikh raha tha. Neeche thong ka lace thighs ke upar se tab dikhta jab main chalti. Heels pehne – black, high.

Makeup – dark kajal, smokey eyes, dark red lipstick, blush. Perfume – neck, wrists, cleavage ke beech, aur thighs ke andar tak. Baal ek side shoulder pe gira diye.

Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah dekha. Bahar se main bilkul “ready for him” lag rahi thi. Andar body pehle se garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi geelaahat.

Living room mein aayi. Husband baitha tha. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske aankhon mein gussa, jealousy aur ek strange satisfaction mix tha.

“Bilkul usi tarah,” usne kaha. “Jaise uske liye ban ti ho. Ab ja. Taxi wait kar rahi hai neeche. Hotel pahunch, room 405. Pehle paise le. Phir jo chahe woh karwa. Subah tak wahi rehna. Main yahan rahunga.”

Usne mera haath pakda, thoda zor se. “Aur Anita… aaj raat jab woh tujhe chode, zor se awaaz nikaalna. Main sochta rahunga. Aur yaad rakhna – yeh sab uske lakh rupaye ke liye ho raha hai. Teri chut ab uski paid property hai aaj raat.”

Main sir jhukakar nikal gayi. Neeche taxi mein baithi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Raaste bhar sochti rahi – husband ne khud bheja, paise maange, aur ab main Kalu ji ke paas ja rahi thi… uske mote kale lund ke liye, aur us lakh ke liye.

Hotel pahunchi. Grand Palace. Lift se 4th floor. Room 405 ke saamne ruki. Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Door pe knock kiya.

Door open hua. Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, uske strong kale body se strong smell. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – short dress, deep cleavage, heels, dark lipstick.

Uske lips pe heavy muskaan aayi. “Bilkul ready. Andar aa.”

Main andar gayi. Room bada tha – king bed, soft lights, curtains band. Usne door lock kiya.

Maine kaampti awaaz mein kaha, “Pehle… paise.”

Usne side table se ek envelope uthaya. Andar se notes nikaale – 500-500 ke bundles. Ginte hue dikhaya. “Ek lakh. Pure. Gin le.”

Maine haath mein liye, thode se check kiye. Haan, pure the. Usne mera phone liya, husband ka number dial kiya, speaker pe.

Husband ki awaaz aayi. “Paise aa gaye?”

Kalu ji ne kaha, “Haan. Ek lakh cash. Teri biwi ke haath mein hai. Ab yeh meri hai aaj raat. Jo chahta hoon karunga.”

Husband ne thodi der baad kaha, “Kar. Poori raat. Subah tak. Aur Anita… awaazein nikaalna.”

Call cut hua.

Kalu ji ne envelope side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Ab paise mil gaye usse. Ab teri zarurat meri.”

Usne mujhe zor se apne se chipka liya. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye – gehra, hungover kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi. Uske haath ne mere dress ke zipper peeche se neeche kiya. Dress meri shoulders se slide hokar floor pe gir gaya. Ab main sirf black lace bra aur thong mein thi.

Usne bra ke hook khole, bra utaar diya. Meri boobs free. Usne dono haathon se pakda, nipples ko dabaya, phir jhuk kar muh mein le liya – zor se suck, daant se halka sa bite. Main siski nikaali.

Phir usne mujhe bed pe dhakel diya. Thong ke sides pakad kar ek jhatke mein faad diya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne. Woh ghutnon pe baith gaya, thighs failayi, aur jeebh se gehra lick kiya – neeche se upar, clit pe focus, phir ungliyan andar.

Main bed pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uthati hui. “Ahh… Kalu ji…”

Usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Uska kala, bahut mota lund bahar aaya – fully hard, veins phooli hui, tip se precum. Usne mere muh ke paas laaya. “Pehle muh. Aaj raat poora.”

Maine muh khola. Uska mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh se neeche se, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga – control mein, lekin deep.

Phir usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri chut pe rub kiya, tip se circle, phir ek hi strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Main zor se chillayi – stretch, bhari hui feeling, uska mota lund meri walls ko failata hua.

Woh thrust karne laga – deep, forceful, long strokes. Meri legs uske shoulders pe, uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe. Har dhakke pe bed hil raha tha. Main uske naam se siskiyan nikaal rahi thi – bilkul jaise husband ne kaha tha.

Usne positions change kiye – pehle missionary, phir mujhe ghodi bana diya, peeche se aur gehra. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Phir usne mera muh bhi use kiya beech-beech mein. Kabhi meri gaand pe thappad, kabhi nipples pinch.

Raat lambi thi. Woh thakta nahi tha. Kabhi slow, deep, teasing… kabhi tez, janwaroon jaisa. Main kai baar cum ho chuki thi, body kaamp rahi thi, juices bed pe fail rahe the. Usne bhi ek baar meri chut mein deep cum kiya –

Subah ke kareeb, jab dono thak chuke the, woh mere peeche lit gaya, uska lund abhi bhi andar half-hard. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Lakh de diya usse. Aur teri yeh chut… ab meri. Jab chahe bulunga. Husband ko bhi bata dena – agla lakh jab maange.”

Main uske strong arms mein bandhi hui thi, body bilkul used, geeli, marks se bhari.

Hotel room ki soft light mein main Kalu ji ke kale body se chipki hui thi… dono ki zaruratein usi raat poori ho rahi thin.

[Anita patel]

Please read my story

https://xossipy.com/thread-74780.html

Budhdhe se seal tod chudai

[Anita patel]

Wow! ? but yeh kalu ke saath back track aur mahesh de duri kyo? Samaj nai aaya.

Nice twist though! Waiting for next update! Keep up with the good work!

Kalu ke pas bahot paise the mahesh de nahi sakta is liye

[Anita patel]

waiting for next updet

filhal me apni fantcy story me busy hu

BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI

PLEASE read story mja aayega .

[Anita patel]

Please Wait for next update
Abhi meri fantasy story padhe

Budhdhe se seal tod chudai

[Anita patel]

YE JO UPDATE AB HE VO SIRF MERI RK FANTASY HE
YE MERI LIFE ME NA HUI VO GHATNA HE JO LIKH RAHI HU

TO USE SACH MAT MANNA


Agle din subah.

Main hotel se ghar wapas aayi thi. Body abhi bhi thaki hui thi, thighs ke beech halki si jalan, neck aur boobs pe Kalu ji ke kiss aur bite ke nishaan. Husband ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – thake hue chehre, thodi si red aankhein, aur short dress jo ab wrinkled thi.

Usne seedha poocha, “Paise aa gaye the. Ab details bata.”

Main chup chaap andar gayi. Usne mera haath pakad kar sofa pe bithaya. “Bol. Usne kya-kya kiya? Kitni baar? Kahan-kahan?”

Maine dheere-dheere bataya – muh, chut, positions, uska mota lund, cum… sab. Husband sunta raha, uske face pe gussa aur ek strange excitement mix tha. Usne mera face pakda, “Achha. Ab so ja. Kal baat karte hain.”

Subah 11 baje ke kareeb husband ka phone baja. Unknown number nahi – Kalu ji ka number save tha ab. Usne speaker pe laga diya aur mujhe ishara kiya ki sunoon.

Kalu ji ki gehre awaaz aayi:

“Hello… husband ji. Main Kalu bol raha hoon.”

Husband ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, “Bol. Kya chaahiye?”

Kalu ji ne dheere se kaha, “Kal raat acchi thi. Aapki biwi ne sab kuch diya. Paise bhi de diye the aapko. Ab ek naya offer hai.”

Husband ne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya offer?”

“Panch lakh rupaye. Cash. Main Anita ko Goa le jaana chahta hoon. Paanch din. Poora. Flight, hotel, sab main arrange karunga. Wahan main uske saath rahunga – din-raat. Jo chaahunga karunga. Aapko panch lakh milenge. Aadha abhi advance, aadha wapas aane pe.”

Husband thodi der chup raha. Usne meri taraf dekha. Main sofa pe baithi thi, dil tezz dhadak raha tha.

Husband ne poocha, “Panch lakh? Itna kyun?”

Kalu ji ne jawab diya, “Kyunki wahan main usse poora time chahunga. Beach, hotel room, raat bhar. Uske body ko main apna samjhunga paanch din. Aapko paise chahiye, mujhe aapki biwi. Dono ki zarurat phir se poori ho jaayegi. Aap soch lo. Agar haan, toh aaj hi booking kar deta hoon.”

Husband ne mera face dekha. Uske aankhon mein hisaab chal raha tha – paise, jealousy, aur woh strange acceptance jo pehle raat se shuru hua tha.

Usne dheere se kaha, “Anita… tu jaana chahti hai?”

Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Jo aap kahoge…”

Husband ne phone pe wapas kaha, “Theek hai. Panch lakh. Lekin conditions. Pehle 2.5 lakh aaj transfer. Baaki wapas aane pe. Aur har din mujhe message karna – kya horaha hai. Photos bhi. Samjha?”

Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Ho jaayega. Main abhi 2.5 lakh transfer karta hoon. Flight kal subah ki hai – 8 baje. Goa direct. Hotel beach pe hai, private villa type. Anita ko taiyar karke airport bhej dena. Main wahan milunga.”

Call cut hua.

Husband ne phone side mein rakha. Usne mera haath pakda. “Tu jaa rahi hai. Paanch din. Uske saath. Panch lakh ke liye. Ab taiyari kar.”

Usne mere liye list banayi. “Packing: uske pasand ke kapde. Short dresses, bikinis, lingerie – black, red, transparent. Heels. Makeup. Perfume. Kuch bhi ghar jaisa nahi. Jo usse aur garam kare.”

Poora din taiyari chali.

Maine suitcase khola. Pehle lingerie – black lace sets, red thong, transparent nighty, ek open-cup bra. Phir dresses – short maroon, black bodycon, ek white beach dress jo geela hone pe transparent ho jaaye. Do bikinis – ek micro black, ek red string wali. Heels, sandals. Makeup pouch, body lotions, perfume.

Husband room mein baitha raha, dekhte hue. Kabhi-kabhi bolta, “Yeh pehenna uske saamne. Yeh bikini beach pe. Aur raat ko yeh transparent wali.”

Shaam ko usne mera phone check kiya. Kalu ji ne message kiya tha:

“2.5 lakh transfer ho gaya. Check kar lo. Kal 8 baje flight. Terminal 2. Main gate pe wait karunga. Anita ko acchi tarah taiyar karke bhejna. Paanch din meri hai.”

Husband ne bank app khola – haan, 2.5 lakh aa chuke the. Usne mera face pakda, “Ab tu uski paid biwi hai paanch din ke liye. Jo bolegi woh karna. Awaazein nikaalna. Photos bhejna. Aur wapas aake sab detail batana.”

Raat ko main so nahi paayi. Subah 5 baje uth gayi. Shower kiya. Body lotion, perfume. Black lace bra-panty pehni. Upar se short black dress – deep neck, thigh tak. Heels. Makeup dark. Baal loose waves.

Husband ne mujhe airport tak chhodne ke liye taxi call ki. Jaate time usne mera haath pakda, “Yaad rakh… yeh panch lakh ke liye hai. Aur teri jo bechaini hai woh bhi. Wapas aana. Safe.”

Airport pahunchi. Check-in. Security. Boarding. Flight mein window seat. Take-off ke time dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Neeche shehar chhota hota gaya. Dimag mein Kalu ji ka kala mota lund, uske haath, uski awaaz ghum rahi thi.

Do ghante baad Goa airport.

Main nikal kar exit ki taraf gayi. Wahan Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, sunglasses, uske strong kale body se confidence. Usne mujhe dekhte hi sunglasses hataye. Muskaan aayi.

“Aa gayi… bilkul ready.” Usne mera suitcase le liya. “Chal. Car wait kar rahi hai.”

Private car mein baithe. Driver aage. Peeche seat pe Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda, thighs pe haath feraya. “Paanch din. Poora. Aaj raat se hi shuru.”

Raaste mein usne poocha, “Husband ne kya kaha?”

Maine bataya, “Paise mil gaye. Har din message aur photos maange hain. Details.”

Kalu ji ne hasi, “Denge. Aaj raat pehli photo bhejenge usse – teri nangi body mere neeche.”

Hotel pahuncha – beachside private villa type. Gate se andar, palm trees, private pool, room seedha beach view. Suite tha – bada bed, glass windows, balcony.

Andar aate hi Kalu ji ne door lock kiya. Suitcase side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya.

Usne mera face pakda. “Ab yahan koi nahi. Sirf main aur tu. Paanch din.”

Usne mera dress ke zipper neeche kiya. Dress floor pe gir gaya. Black lace mein khadi thi main. Usne bra khola, panty neeche kheench di. Nangi.

Uske haath meri boobs pe, pet pe, chut pe. “Pehle bath. Phir beach. Phir room. Aaj raat lambi hai.”

Usne mujhe bathroom le gaya. Shower on kiya. Dono ne nude shower kiya. Uske kale haath meri gori body pe soap ferate hue, chut saaf karte hue, apna lund mere haath mein dekar stroke karwate hue.

Baad mein towels. Phir usne ek micro black bikini nikaal kar pehnaya – almost kuch nahi. “Beach chalte hain pehle. Log dekhenge. Phir wapas aake main tujhe chodunga.”

Main uske saath beach ki taraf chal padi – bikini mein, uska bada haath meri kamar pe, Goa ki dhoop aur hawa mein…

Villa ke room mein suitcase khula pada tha, bed badi thi, aur paanch din ka time shuru ho chuka tha.



Beach pe thodi der chalne ke baad Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda aur kaha, “Chal, thoda door. Kone mein. Wahan log kam hain.”

Hum palm trees ke peeche, ek isolated corner ki taraf badhe. Wahan sand soft thi, waves ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi. Main us micro black bikini mein thi – almost nangi, sirf thin strings. Upar se Kalu ji ne ek thin white nighty daal di thi jo hawa mein hil rahi thi. Nighty itni patli thi ki mera gora badan uske through clearly dikh raha tha – boobs ke shape, nipples ke dark circles, pet, aur neeche bikini ka triangle.

Hum wahan pahunche toh aawazein sunai diin.

Thodi door, do log the. Ek lambа-chada black foreigner – dark skin, strong muscular body, bald head. Uske saamne uski black partner thi – kaali, curvaceous, badi gaand, boobs heavy. Woh doggy style mein thi. Haath-pair sand pe, gaand upar uthae hue. Foreigner uske peeche khada tha, apna mota kala lund uski chut mein zor-zor se daal raha tha.

Thud-thud-thud…

Har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi. Black ladki ki siskariyan nikal rahi thin:

“Ahhh… yes… fuck me… deeper… ahhh… your big black cock… harder!”

Foreigner uske hips pakde hue tha, zor se pel raha tha. Uska lund nikalte-ghuste dikh raha tha – geela, chamakta hua. Kabhi woh uski gaand pe thappad maarta, toh ladki aur zor se chillati.

Kalu ji ne mujhe apne se chipka liya. Uske haath ne meri nighty ke neeche se bikini ke string ko side kiya aur meri chut pe ungli ferayi. Main pehle se hi geeli thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Dekh rahi hai? Itni openly… yahan.”

Main dekh rahi thi. Mera gora badan nighty ke through unki nazar mein aa gaya. Foreigner ne pehle humein notice kiya. Usne thrusting thodi slow ki, lekin band nahi ki. Uski aankhein meri taraf thin – nighty mein mere gore boobs, tight nipples, aur neeche meri chut ka shape.

Kalu ji ne uski black partner ko gaur se dekha. Uski kaali gaand hil rahi thi, juices uske thighs pe beh rahe the. Kalu ji ke lund ne jeans mein clear bulge bana liya.

Foreigner ne apni partner ke kaan mein kuch kaha. Ladki ne bhi humein dekha. Phir foreigner ne Kalu ji ki taraf ishara kiya – ek haath se meri taraf point kiya, doosre se apni partner ki gaand. Phir usne apne lund ko thoda bahar nikaal kar dikhaya aur phir se andar daal diya.

Kalu ji samajh gaya. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Woh swap chahta hai. Main uski kaali ko loon, woh tujhe.”

Maine halka sa sir hilaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Kalu ji ne foreigner ki taraf positive ishara kiya – thumbs up, phir meri kamar pakad kar thoda aage badhaya.

Foreigner ne apna lund apni partner se bahar nikaala. Woh abhi bhi fully hard tha – lambа, mota, dark, veins phooli hui. Usne apni partner ko kaha, “Go to him.”

Black ladki uth kar Kalu ji ke paas aayi. Uske boobs hil rahe the, chut se juices tapak rahe the. Kalu ji ne usse pakda, uske kaale nipples ko pinch kiya, phir usse ghodi bana diya sand pe.

Uske saath hi foreigner mere paas aaya. Uske bade, kale haath ne meri nighty ko upar uthaya aur ek jhatke mein utaar diya. Bikini ke strings faad diye. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne thi – gora badan, pink nipples, soft chut.

Usne mera face pakda, gehra kiss kiya – uski jeebh meri mouth mein, strong mint aur sex ki smell. Phir usne mujhe ghodi bana diya, bilkul apni partner jaisa. Mere haath sand pe, gaand upar.

Usne apna mota kala lund meri chut pe rub kiya. Tip se juices failaye, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch itna tha ki aankhein band ho gayin. Uska lund Kalu ji se bhi thoda mota lag raha tha us angle mein.

Woh peeche se pelne laga – deep, forceful, steady rhythm.

Thud… thud… thud…

Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi. Meri siskariyan nikalne lagiin:

“Ahhhh… ohhh… yes… deeper… ahhh… your cock is so big… fuck me… ahhhh!”

Foreigner ne mere hips pakad liye, aur tez kar diya. Uska balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main sand pe ungliyaan gaad rahi thi, siskariyan aur tezz:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… harder… please… ahhhh… I’m so full… ohhh god… yes… yes… ahhhh!”

Thodi door Kalu ji bhi black ladki ko chod raha tha. Uske dhakke sunai de rahe the, aur ladki ki awaazein:

“Ahhh… black cock… yes… stretch me… ahhh!”

Foreigner ne mera baal pakad liya, thoda kheenchа, aur aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:

“Aaaahhhh… fuck… yes… your big black dick… ahhhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… please… ahhhh!”

Meri body kaampne lagi. Chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage, thighs geele. Main ek strong orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:

“Ahhhhh… ahhhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh!”

Foreigner ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Phir usne position change kiya – mujhe uthaya, apni strong arms mein utha kar khade-khade pelne laga. Meri legs uske waist pe wrap thin. Har dhakke pe meri boobs uske kale chest se takra rahi thin.

“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… you’re so strong… fuck me… ahhhh!”

Usne meri gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Main aur zor se chillayi. Phir usne mujhe sand pe litaya, legs failayi, aur missionary mein aur tez chodne laga. Uska face mere face ke kareeb, uski gehre moans:

“Fuck… tight white pussy… so good… take this black cock…”

Main uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, nails uske back pe chala rahi thi:

“Ahhhh… yes… give it to me… ahhh… fill me… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”

Thodi der baad usne mujhe phir ghodi banaya. Is baar usne ek ungli meri gaand mein bhi daali jab woh chut mein pel raha tha. Main paagal si ho gayi:

“Aaaahhhh… both holes… ahhh… yes… stretch me… ahhhh… harder… ahhhh!”

Kalu ji bhi apni taraf se black ladki ko zor se chod raha tha. Dono couples ki aawazein mix ho rahi thin – siskariyan, thappad, skin ki awaaz, waves ki background.

Foreigner ne last mein speed bahut badha di. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:

“Ahhhhh… I’m cumming again… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhh!”

Usne bhi zor se dhakka maara aur mere andar deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses. Main uske lund ko tight pakde hue kaamp rahi thi, siskariyan ab soft moans mein badal gayin:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside me… ahhh…”

Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar thighs pe behne laga. Main sand pe litі hui thi, saansein tez, body bilkul used.

Kalu ji bhi black ladki ke andar cum karke usse chhod raha tha. Dono mard ek doosre ki taraf dekh kar muskuraaye. Foreigner ne mera face upar uthaya, ek aur kiss diya, phir kaha, “Good girl… tight white pussy.”

Kalu ji mere paas aaya, mujhe uthaya, apne se chipkaya. Uske haath ne meri geeli chut ko feel kiya – foreigner ka cum abhi bhi nikal raha tha.

“Ab wapas villa chalte hain,” usne kaha. “Paanch din abhi shuru hi hue hain. Aaj raat main bhi tujhe aise hi lunga… aur uska cum teri chut mein hokar.”

Main uske strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, nighty wapas pehni, lekin ab body pe sand, sweat, aur do alag cum ke nishaan the. Beach ke kone se hum villa ki taraf badhe… aawazein abhi bhi kaan mein gunj rahi thin.




Villa ke room mein wapas aaye toh bahar raat ho chuki thi. Beach ki hawa ab bhi body pe thi, sand ke thode nishaan thighs pe, aur meri chut mein abhi bhi foreigner ka cum thoda-thoda nikal raha tha. Kalu ji ne door band kiya, curtains kheench diye, sirf soft yellow lights on kiye.

Usne mera haath pakda aur bed ke paas le gaya. “Ab sirf hum dono. Paanch din ka pehla raat. Aaj main tujhe poora kholunga.”

Usne pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche giraaye. Nighty floor pe gir gayi. Phir usne micro bikini ke remaining strings ek-ek karke khole. Bra jaisa kuch nahi tha, sirf thin triangles the jo ab nahi rahe. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi – gora badan, thodi si sand chipki hui, nipples tight, chut swollen aur geeli.

Kalu ji ne apne kapde utaare. Black shirt, jeans, underwear – sab. Uska kala, bahut mota lund pehle se hi half-hard tha, phir meri nangi body dekhte hi fully khada ho gaya – veins dikh rahi thin, tip se thoda precum.

Woh mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Pehle foreplay. Main tera poora body taste karunga.”

Usne mujhe bed pe litaya. Khud mere upar jhuk gaya. Pehle lips pe gehra kiss – uski jeebh meri mouth mein dheere-dheere ghumti hui. Main uske baal pakad kar respond kar rahi thi. Kiss todte hue usne kaha, “Tera muh abhi bhi us foreigner ke kiss ki yaad dilata hai… lekin ab mera hai.”

Phir usne mere neck pe kiss kiye, kaan ke peeche, collarbone pe. Dheere-dheere neeche aaya. Ek boob ko haath se pakda, doosre ko muh mein le liya. Uski jeebh nipple ke around circles bana rahi thi, phir zor se suck. Main siski nikaali:

“Ahhhh… Kalu ji… soft… ahhh…”

Woh dono boobs ko baari-baari se chusta raha, kabhi daant se halka bite, kabhi jeebh se lick. Uske haath ne meri doosri boob ko masla, nipple ko pinch kiya. Main uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye hue thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:

“Uhhhh… yes… suck harder… ahhh… mere nipples… ahhh…”

Woh neeche aata gaya. Pet pe kiss, navel mein jeebh, phir thighs ke andar. Usne meri legs failayi. Meri chut uske saamne thi – pink, swollen, foreigner ka thoda cum abhi bhi dikh raha tha, aur meri khud ki geelaahat.

Usne soongha, phir kaha, “Isme abhi bhi uska cum hai… lekin main saaf karta hoon apni jeebh se.”

Usne lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main jhatak gayi:

“Ahhhh… ohhh god… your tongue… ahhh…”

Woh meri chut ko khol kar jeebh andar daalne laga – deep, circling, phir clit pe fast flicks. Ek ungli dheere se andar, phir doosri. Finger fuck ke saath jeebh clit pe continuous. Main bed sheets pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:

“Ahhhh… yes… eat me… ahhh… deeper… your fingers… ahhhh… I’m so wet… ahhh…”

Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi poori chut ko muh se cover karke suck, kabhi clit ko lips mein leke lightly bite. Main hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi, doosri baar cum ke kareeb:

“Ahhhhh… Kalu ji… I’m cumming… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh… yes… yes… ahhhh!”

Body kaamp uthi, juices uske muh pe fail gaye. Woh meri orgasm ke through chatta raha, phir uth kar mere muh ke paas aaya. Usne apna mota lund mere lips pe rub kiya.

“Ab tera muh. Pehle chus. Acchi tarah.”

Maine muh khola. Uska kala mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga:

“That’s it… take it deeper… good girl… ahhh… teri gori lips mere kale lund pe… fuck…”

Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, saliva uske lund pe beh rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein.”

Usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri opening pe rakha, tip se circle banaya, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch, bhari hui feeling.

Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, long strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri legs uske shoulders pe thin. Uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe.

“Ahhhh… so big… ahhh… you’re stretching me… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”

Woh tez hota gaya. Bed hilne lagi. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi:

“Uhhhh… fuck me… ahhh… harder… Kalu ji… ahhhh… your black cock… ahhh!”

Pehli baar main uske neeche cum ho gayi – chut tight, body kaamp, siskariyan continuous:

“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… ahhhhh!”

Woh rukа nahi. Mujhe ghodi bana diya. Peeche se pakad kar aur gehra daal diya. Ab uska lund alag angle se maar raha tha. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the.

“Ahhhh… from behind… ahhh… so deep… yes… spank me… ahhhh!”

Usne gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Phir aur tez.

“Chap… chap… chap…”

Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:

“Aaaahhhh… yes… harder… fuck your white pussy… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”

Usne mera baal kheenche, aur angle badal diya. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:

“Ahhhhh… again… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”

Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apni god mein bithaya – cowgirl. Main uske mote lund pe baith gayi, khud upar-neeche hone lagi. Uske haath meri gaand pe the, kabhi meri boobs masalte hue.

“Ride me… yes… ahhh… teri chut meri lund ko khati ja rahi hai… fuck…”

Main bounce kar rahi thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:

“Ahhhh… so full… ahhh… I can feel every vein… yes… ahhhh… I’m gonna cum again… ahhhhh!”

Teen baar cum kar chuki thi. Body thak rahi thi lekin woh rukа nahi. Usne mujhe side se litaya – spoon position. Peeche se daal kar ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit rub kiya. Dheere-dheere lekin deep.

“Ahhhh… slow… ahhh… but so deep… yes… play with my clit… ahhhh…”

Phir usne meri ek leg upar uthayi, aur tez kar diya. Main phir se peak pe pahunchi:

“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… your cock is addictive… ahhhhh!”

Usne mujhe phir se ghodi banaya, lekin is baar usne meri gaand pe bhi thoda precum laga kar tip se pressure diya. Main tensed ho gayi.

“Relax… aaj sirf thoda… agle din poora loonga,” usne kaha.

Tip meri gaand mein thoda ghusа, main siski nikaali:

“Ahhhh… tight… ahhh… slow… ahhhh…”

Woh sirf tip se play karta raha, saath mein chut mein ungliyan. Phir wapas pure lund se chut mein daal diya aur last round shuru kiya – janwaroon jaisa tez.

“Ahhhh… final… ahhh… fill me… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhhhh!”

Usne zor ke dhakke maare, meri gaand pakad kar, aur deep cum kar diya – garam jets, pulses. Main bhi uske saath last orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan ab soft, thaki hui moans mein:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much cum… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji…”

Woh mere upar lit gaya, lund abhi bhi andar. Dono ki saansein tez thin. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Paanch din… har raat aise. Kabhi us foreigner ko bhi bula lenge. Husband ko aaj ki photos bhej denge – teri nangi body, meri cum teri chut se nikalti hui.”

Main uske kale strong body se chipki hui

[Anita patel]

Subah ke 7:30 ke kareeb.

Main abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Raat bhar ki chudai ke baad body bilkul thaki hui thi. Main pet ke bal leti hui thi, bilkul nangi. Chadar sirf meri kamar tak thi, upar se mere gore boobs, peeth, aur neeche meri gaand poori nangi thi. Thighs ke beech se raat ka cum thoda-thoda sookh chuka tha, lekin abhi bhi sticky feel ho raha tha. Baal bikhre hue, face pillow pe, saansein dheemi.

Kalu ji uth chuka tha. Usne pehle mujhe dekha – nangi, defenseless, uski cum ke nishaan abhi bhi meri skin pe. Uske lund ne turant reaction diya. Usne apna phone uthaya, husband ka number dial kiya – video call.

Do ring pe husband ne uthaya. Uska face screen pe aaya – abhi bhi ghar pe, subah ki light mein.

Kalu ji ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Good morning, husband ji. Dekho… aapki biwi kaise so rahi hai.”

Usne phone ko aise hold kiya ki mera poora nanga body dikhe. Camera pehle meri peeth aur nangi gaand pe tha, phir dheere-dheere upar – meri side se dikhte hue boobs, tight nipples, bikhre baal, soya hua face.

Husband ki awaaz aayi, thodi si bhaari, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Bilkul nangi. Raat bhar choda kya?”

Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Raat bhar. Kai baar. Uski chut abhi bhi meri cum se bhari hui hai. Dekho.”

Usne chadar bilkul hata di. Ab main poori nangi bed pe thi. Usne mera ek pair thoda failaya taaki meri swollen chut clear dikhe – thodi si red, sticky, cum ke white nishaan thighs pe.

Husband ne saans bhari. “Saali… itni openly so rahi hai. Ab kya karne wala hai?”

Kalu ji ne kaha, “Abhi uthata hoon aur aapke saamne chodata hoon. Mobile ko door set karta hoon taaki poora scene dikhe. Aap dekhte rehna. Awaazein bhi clear aayengi.”

Usne phone ko opposite side table pe rakh diya, thoda angle adjust kiya – bed poora frame mein aa gaya. Ab husband ko clear dikh raha tha: main nangi leti hui, Kalu ji nanga, uska kala mota lund pehle se hard.

Kalu ji mere paas aaya. Usne mera face dheere se touch kiya. “Anita… uth ja. Tera husband dekh raha hai.”

Main aankhein kholti hui murjhаyi. Pehle toh samajh nahi aaya, phir screen pe husband ka face dikha. Main jhat se bed sheet ki taraf haath badhaya, lekin Kalu ji ne rok liya.

“Nahi. Nangi reh. Woh dekhna chahta hai.”

Main sharm se laal ho gayi, lekin uske haath ne mujhe pet ke bal se ghumа kar seedha litaya. Mere boobs free, nipples pehle se tight. Kalu ji ne mera face camera ki taraf kiya.

Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Dekh rahi hai mujhe? Nangi padi hai uske saamne. Bol, kaisa laga raat bhar?”

Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Haan… dekh rahi hoon… raat bhar… usne bahut choda…”

Kalu ji ne mere boobs pakad liye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Ab dekhte ho kaise subah subah leta hoon.”

Usne mere lips pe kiss kiya – gehra, wet, camera ke saamne. Phir mere neck pe, boobs pe. Ek nipple muh mein leke zor se suck kiya. Main siski nikaali:

“Ahhhh… Kalu ji…”

Husband ne kaha, “Awaaz nikaal. Clear. Main sunna chahta hoon.”

Kalu ji ne meri legs failayi. Usne apna kala mota lund meri chut pe rub kiya – upar-neeche, clit pe, opening pe. precum se geela kar diya. Phir tip ko set karke ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari room mein gunj gayi.

Kalu ji ne camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise ghus gaya. Itni easily. Raat bhar failane ke baad ab soft hai.”

Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, steady, long strokes. Har dhakke pe meri boobs hil rahi thin. Main uske shoulders pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:

“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… yes… fuck me… ahhhh… your big black cock… ahhh!”

Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Tez kar. Zor se. Awaazein nikaal usse.”

Kalu ji ne speed badha di. Bed ki creak clear sunai de rahi thi. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:

“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… yes… stretching me… ahhhh… I’m so full… ahhh!”

Usne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main camera ki taraf dekhte hue siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, kyunki husband dekh raha tha:

“Uhhhh… husband dekh raha hai… ahhh… still you’re fucking me so hard… ahhhh… yes… ahhh!”

Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Bol usse… kaisa feel ho raha hai mere lund se.”

Main moan ke beech boli, “Ahhhh… bahut bada… ahhh… mera husband ka lund ab chhota lagta hai… ahhhh… you’re ruining me… ahhh… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”

Husband ne saans tezz ki. “Saali randi… itni openly bol rahi hai. Ab ghodi bana. Gaand upar karke chod.”

Kalu ji ne mujhe ek jhatke mein ghodi bana diya. Mere haath bed pe, gaand upar, face thoda side – taaki camera mein meri expression bhi dikhe. Usne peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh… from behind… ahhh!”

Woh zor-zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe thappad kha rahe the. Main sheets pakad kar chillane lagi:

“Ahhhhh… yes… spank me… ahhh… fuck your white wife… ahhhh… harder… ahhh!”

Kalu ji ne gaand pe do thappad maare – chapak! Chapak!

“Chap… chap…”

Main aur zor se chillayi:

“Aaaahhhh… yes… again… ahhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… ahhhh!”

Meri body kaampne lagi, chut tight ho gayi, juices uske lund pe chamakne lage. Main orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:

“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… ohhh god… ahhh!”

Kalu ji ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise kaamp rahi hai. Itni easily cum ho jaati hai mere lund pe.”

Husband ne kaha, “Ab uske muh mein daal. Chuswa. Phir se chut mein daal ke cum kar.”

Kalu ji ne lund bahar nikaala – geela, meri juices se covered. Mujhe uthakar apne saamne ghutnon pe bithaya. Camera clear angle mein tha. Usne apna mota lund mere muh ke paas laaya.

“Khol. Husband dekh raha hai.”

Maine muh khola. Uska kala tip andar gaya. Main chusne lagi – gehra, saliva se geela, jeebh se neeche se. Kalu ji mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga.

“That’s it… take it… ahhh… teri biwi acchi chusti hai… dekh rahe ho?”

Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, aawazein nikal rahi thin – “Gluck… gluck… ahhh… mmmph…”

Husband ne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein daal. Andar cum kar. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”

Kalu ji ne mujhe wapas litaya, legs failayi, aur ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Ab last round. Tez, forceful, deep.

“Ahhhhh… yes… fill me… ahhh… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhh!”

Woh zor ke dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske neeche bilkul paagal si siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:

“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… your cum… give it to me… ahhhh… I’m your slut… ahhhhh!”

Kalu ji ne final dhakke maare aur deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses clear. Main bhi uske saath cum ho gayi, body kaamp, siskariyan thaki hui:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji… ahhh…”

Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar bed pe girne laga. Usne camera ke saamne meri legs failaye rakhi taaki husband clearly dekh sake – open, used, cum nikalta hua.

Kalu ji ne phone uthaya, close-up dikhaya. “Dekho… aapki biwi ki chut. Meri cum se bhari hui. Aaj raat bhi aise hi hoga. Aur kal bhi.”

Husband ki awaaz thodi si kaampti thi, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Ab band kar. Baaki din bhi aise hi updates bhejte rehna.”

Kalu ji ne call cut kar diya. Phone side mein rakha. Phir mere nange body pe lit gaya, apna abhi bhi half-hard lund meri geeli chut pe rub karte hue.

“Subah subah accha show diya usse,” usne kaha. “Ab uth. Beach chalte hain. Phir dopahar mein phir se.”

Main uske kale strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, bilkul nangi, used, cum se bhari hui… aur yeh jaankar ki mera husband abhi abhi poora scene dekh chuka tha.

[Anita patel]

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[Anita patel]

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Main so rahi thi hotel k kamre mein.subah ki thakan ke baad aankhen band thi. Subah ka time tha, shayad 9 baje. Bahar se halki awaaz aa rahi thi, lekin main ne koi dhyaan nahi diya. Phir achanak darwaza khula. Main uthke baithi, aankhen malte hue.

Samne Kalu ji khade the. Unke peeche do bade-bade African aadmi. Dono ka body itna strong, kale kale, aur unke shorts mein badi si bulge dikh rahi thi. Kalu ji muskuraye, “Anita, aaj tere liye special plan hai. Yeh dono tere liye aaye hain.”

Main darr gayi. “Kalu ji, yeh kya... main nahi...”

Unhone meri baat kaat di. “Ab nahi bolna. Kal raat jo promise kiya tha, woh poora karna hai.”

Dono African aadmi andar aa gaye. Ek ne darwaza band kar diya. Dusra seedha mere paas aaya. Usne mere haath pakde aur bed par dhakel diya. Main chillayi, lekin Kalu ji ne mera muh daba diya.

“Shhh... ab maze le.”

Pehle wale African ne meri nighty upar kheench di. Mere boobs bahar aa gaye. Usne dono haathon se dabaya, nipplen ko ungliyon se pinch kiya. Main tarap uthi. “Ahhh... dard... mat karo...”

Dusre ne meri panty neeche khinch li. Meri chut bilkul nangi ho gayi. Usne apni ungli se chut ke beech mein sehlaaya, phir do ungliyan andar daal di. Main chilla uthi, “Ahhhh! Bahut dard ho raha hai!”

Kalu ji bed ke paas baith gaye, dekhte hue. “Ab dono taraf se legi. Aaram se nahi, acche se.”

Pehle African ne apna lund bahar nikaala. Itna mota aur lamba tha ki dekhte hi meri aankhen phail gayi. 8-9 inch, gathila, kale rang ka, sir par badi si nali. Usne mere muh ke paas laaya. “Suck kar.”

Main ne munh khola, lekin woh seedha andar thok diya. Meri aankhen pani se bhar gayi. Lund gale tak pahunch gaya. Main gag karne lagi, thook nikalne laga. Woh dhakke maarne laga, “Ggghhh... ahhhh...”

Dusra African mere pairo ko faila raha tha. Usne apna lund meri chut ke muhane par rakh diya. Main ne samajh liya kya hone wala hai. “Nahi... please... itna mota... fat jayegi...”

Usne ek jor ka dhakka maara. Lund aadha andar ghus gaya. Meri chut ne jor se resist kiya, lekin woh rukaa nahi. Dusra dhakka... poora lund andar. Main ne jo zor se cheekhi, woh poore ghar mein goonj gayi.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!! FAT GAYIIII!!!! DARD!!!! CHUT FATT GAYIIII!!!!”

Lund itna mota tha ki meri chut ke labon ko fully stretch kar diya. Andar se kuch fatne jaisa feel hua. Garam khoon ki thodi si feel aayi. Main tarap rahi thi, haath-pair failaye hue.

Dono ab synchronized dhakke maarne lage. Ek muh mein, ek chut mein. Kalu ji bol rahe the, “Aur zor se... isko acche se chudwao.”

Pehle wale ne mera baal pakad liya aur muh mein aur gehra dhakka maara. Main saans nahi le paa rahi thi. Thook, laar, aankhon se paani... sab nikal raha tha.

Neeche wala African ab full speed pe tha. Uske bade lund se meri chut bar-bar fat-si rahi thi. Har dhakke pe main “AAAAHHH... UUUHHHH... MAT MAARO... FATT RAHI HAI...” chillati.

Kalu ji has rahe the. “Dekho kaise chillati hai. Ab dono saath mein.”

Woh dono position change karne lage. Mujhe uthaya. Ek bed par lit gaya, uska lund seedha khada. Mujhe uske upar baitha diya. Main ne dheere se chut uske lund pe set ki, lekin usne mere hips pakad ke neeche kheench liya. Poora lund ek baar mein andar.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

Phir dusra African peeche aaya. Usne meri gaand ke ched ko thook se geela kiya. Main samajh gayi. “Nahi... gaand mein mat... please... pehle se hi chut fatt rahi hai...”

Usne apna lund gaand ke muhane pe rakha aur dhakka maara. Gaand ka ched bhi uske mote lund se fail gaya. Main ne itni zor se cheekhi ki awaaz meri apni hi nahi lag rahi thi.

“UUUUAAAAHHHHH!!!! DONO ANDAR!!!! CHUT AUR GAAND DONO FATT GAYE!!!!!”

Ab main beech mein thi. Neeche wala upar ki taraf dhakke maar raha tha, peeche wala peeche se. Dono lund ek saath meri body ke andar. Meri chut aur gaand dono fully stuffed. Har dhakke pe lagta tha jaise andar se kuch toot raha ho.

Kalu ji paas aaye, mere boobs dabaane lage. “Ab bol, kaisa lag raha hai?”

Main sirf siskariyan le paa rahi thi. “Ahhh... ssssss... dard... bahut dard... lekin... ahhhh... ruk mat... ahhhh...”

Dono African ab aur tez ho gaye. Unki saanse bhari thi, kale body pe paseena. Woh Hindi-English mix mein bol rahe the, “Tight cunt... fat rahi hai... le le... full take...”

Main unke dhakkon se bed pe upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Chut se thoda khoon nikal raha tha, gaand se bhi. Lekin woh rukne wale nahi the.

Ek ghanta se zyada yeh chalta raha. Kabhi mujhe doggy mein kiya, kabhi ek ke upar baitha ke dusra muh mein, kabhi dono taraf se ek saath.

Aakhir mein pehle wale ne meri chut mein jhad diya. Garam cum andar bhar gaya. Dusre ne gaand mein. Main thak ke gir padi. Chut aur gaand dono khule hue, laal, suje hue, thoda khoon aur cum mix.

Kalu ji ne mera chehra uthaya. “Ab bol, kaisa laga?”

Main saans lete hue, aankhon mein paani, “Bahut... dard hua... chut fat gayi... lekin... unke lund... itne bade... ahhhh...”

Woh has diye. “Kal raat bhi yahi hoga. Ab so ja.”

Main bed pe padi rahi, beech mein dono ke beech, body poori tarah se chudi hui, thaki hui, lekin andar kuch ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha us dard ke baad.





Kalu ji subah wale kaam ke baad naha-dhoke taiyar hue. Unhone kaha, “Anita, main thodi der ke liye bazaar ja raha hoon. Ghumne-phirne. Tu aaram kar. Kamre mein koi nahi aayega.”

Main bed pe hi padi thi. Subah ke un do African mardon ke mote lundon se meri chut aur gaand abhi bhi suji hui thi, thodi si jalan aur khinchav mahsus ho raha tha. Mainne sirf ek patli si nighty pehni thi, neeche panty nahi. Nighty upar tak hati hui thi, mere boobs aadhe bahar the, aur neeche se meri chut ka thoda hissa dikh raha tha. Main aankhen band karke leti rahi, thakan ke maare.

Kalu ji nikal gaye. Kamra bilkul shant ho gaya.

Dopahar ke lagbhag 1-1:30 baje darwaze pe knock hua. Mainne socha shayad Kalu ji wapas aa gaye. “Kaun?”

Bahar se awaaz aayi, “Madam, housekeeping. Room clean karne aaya hoon.”

Woh naya ladka tha. 22-23 saal ka, patla lekin tight body, dark complexion, saaf-suthra. Pehle bhi aata tha, lekin aaj main uski awaaz sunkar uthne ki himmat nahi kar paayi. “Andar aao… door open hai,” mainne dheemi awaaz mein kaha aur phir se aankhen band kar li.

Woh andar aaya. Bucket-mop leke. Main bed pe aadhi nangi padi thi. Nighty meri kamar tak khisak gayi thi, ek boob poora bahar, dusra aadha. Meri tangen thodi si khuli hui thi, chut ka gulabi hissa saaf dikh raha tha.

Ladke ki nazar padte hi uska kadam ruk gaya. Uske haath se mop girne hi wala tha. Mainne aankhen kholi to dekha woh meri taraf dekh raha hai, aankhen phaili hui. Uske shorts mein turant si khadi ho gayi.

Main sharma gayi, jaldi se nighty neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin usne pehle hi bol diya, “Madam… aap… aise…”

Uske chehre pe hawas saaf thi. Woh dheere-dheere bed ke paas aaya. “Aap itni… sundar lag rahi hain aise…”

Mainne kaha, “Nikal jao… Kalu ji abhi aayenge…”

Lekin woh nahi gaya. Usne apna haath aage badhaya aur meri taang pe rakha. Garam haath. Phir dheere-dheere upar ki taraf sarkaaya. Meri jaangh, phir meri chut ke paas.

“Madam… main nahi rok sakta… aapko dekh ke…”

Usne bed pe chad gaya. Mere upar jhuk gaya. Uske haath mere boobs pe aa gaye. Nighty ko aur upar kheench diya. Mere dono boobs nange ho gaye. Usne unhe dabaya, nipplen ko ungliyon se ghumana shuru kiya.

Main tarap uthi. “Ahhh… mat chhoo… nikal ja…”

Lekin uske haath ruke nahi. Ek haath se boobs dabaate hue dusra haath seedha meri chut pe le gaya. Usne do ungliyan meri chut ke beech se guzari. Subah wale chudai se meri chut abhi bhi geeli aur thodi khuli hui thi. Usne ungliyan andar daal di.

“Madam… itni geeli… aapko bhi chahiye lag raha hai…”

Mainne siskari li. “Ssssss… ahhhh… nahi… mat kar…”

Usne meri nighty poori kheench kar phenk di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Woh khud bhi apne kapde utarne laga. Shirt, shorts, underwear… sab ek-ek karke. Uska lund nikal aaya. Itna bada nahi jitna subah wale African ke the, lekin kaafi mota aur tight, nason se bhara hua, sir se paani tapak raha tha.

Woh mere upar aa gaya. Apna lund meri chut ke muhane pe ragadne laga. “Madam… ab main andar dalunga…”

Mainne haath se rokne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mere dono haath pakad ke mere sir ke upar daba diye. Phir ek jor ka dhakka maara.

“AAAAHHHHH…!”

Lund andar ghus gaya. Meri chut ne thoda resist kiya, lekin subah se hi khuli hui thi isliye woh asani se andar sama gaya. Usne dheere-dheere pure lund ko dhakka diya.

“Uhhhh… ahhhh… dheere… dard ho raha hai…”

Woh rukaa nahi. Ab full dhakke shuru kar diye. Bed ki charpai pe dhak-dhak ki awaaz, aur meri siskariyan.

“Ahhh… ahhh… sssss… mat itna zor se… ahhhh!”

Usne mera ek pair apne kandhe pe chadha liya. Isse lund aur gehra jaane laga. Har dhakke pe meri chut ki deewar khich rahi thi. Main bed ki chadar pakad ke tarap rahi thi.

“Madam… aapki chut itni tight hai… subah kisi ne choda tha kya…?”

Main sharma ke muh pher li, lekin awaaz nikal hi gayi. “Haan… ahhhh… do logon ne… bahut bade lund se… ahhhh!”

Yeh sunkar woh aur paagal ho gaya. Usne speed badha di. Ab woh meri chut ko dhun raha tha. Har dhakke pe uska balls meri gaand se takra raha tha.

“AAAAHHH… UUUHHH… ruk… thoda… ahhhh… bahut zor se…!”

Usne mera doosra pair bhi upar utha diya. Ab main bilkul fold ho gayi thi. Lund pure tarike se meri chut ke andar tak ja raha tha. Mujhe lag raha tha jaise woh meri kokh tak pahunch raha ho.

Main chillane lagi. “AAAHHHH… FAT JAYEGI… AHHHH… SLOW… PLEASE… AHHHH!”

Lekin uske kaan mein kuch nahi ja raha tha. Woh bas dhakke maarta ja raha tha. Paseena uske chest se tapak-tapak kar mere boobs pe gir raha tha. Uske muh se bhi awaazein aa rahi thi, “Madam… le lo… poora le lo… ahhhh…”

Mainne uske peeth pe naakhon se kharoch diya. “Ssssss… ahhhh… aur… thoda aur… ahhhh!”

Ab main bhi garam ho chuki thi. Subah wala dard ab maze mein badal raha tha. Meri chut se geela pani nikal raha tha, uske lund pe chipak raha tha. Har dhakke pe “thap-thap-thap” ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Woh position change karne laga. Mujhe ulat diya. Ab main pet ke bal thi. Usne mere hips upar uthaaye aur peeche se lund andar daal diya.

“AAAAHHHHH…!”

Is position mein lund aur gehra ja raha tha. Usne mere baal pakad liye aur kheenchte hue dhakke maarne laga.

“Madam… ab boliye… kaisa lag raha hai…?”

Main siskariyan lete hue boli, “Bahut… ahhhh… accha… lekin… dard bhi… ahhhh… mat rukna… ahhhh!”

Woh hasa aur aur tez ho gaya. Ab bed ki charpai tezi se hil rahi thi. Meri awaazein poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

“AAAHHH… UUUHHH… AAAhhh… main… aane wali hoon… ahhhh!”

Usne mera clitoris ungli se dabana shuru kiya. Main jhatak uthi. Pura body kaamp utha.

“AAAAHHHHHHHH…!”

Mera orgasm aa gaya. Chut ne uske lund ko jor se dabaya. Geela pani zor se nikalne laga. Main tarapti rahi, aankhen band, muh se bas siskariyan.

Woh rukaa nahi. Mera orgasm khatam hone se pehle hi usne speed aur badha di. “Ab main bhi… ahhhh… madam… andar…?”

Mainne sirf “Haan… andar daal… ahhhh” kaha.

Usne kuch aur dhakke maare aur phir jhad gaya. Garam cum meri chut ke andar bhar gaya. Main feel kar sakti thi uska lund dhadak-dhadak kar cum chod raha hai.

Woh thak ke mere upar gir pada. Dono saans le rahe the. Uske lund se ab bhi thoda cum tapak raha tha meri chut pe.

Main aankhen band kiye padi rahi. Body bilkul dheeli. Chut se uska cum dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, mere jaanghon pe fail raha tha.

Usne dheere se kaha, “Madam… main roz aaya karunga… aapko aise hi paane ke liye…”

Mainne kuch nahi kaha. Bas siskari lete hue leti rahi.

Thodi der baad woh utha, kapde pehne, aur jaldi se nikal gaya. Main wahi nangi padi rahi, bed pe, cum se bhari hui, thaki hui, lekin andar se aur bhi geeli.








Shaam ho chuki thi. Housekeeping wala ladka ja chuka tha. Meri chut abhi bhi uske cum se bhari hui thi, jaanghon pe sookhta hua. Main naha nahi paayi thi. Bas thodi der aankhen band karke leti rahi.

Kalu ji shaam ko aaye. Unhone door khola, suitcase rakh diya. Main bed pe hi thi, nighty pehne hue (jo dopahar mein ladke ne phenki thi, uske baad maine dobara pehan li thi).

Unhone mujhe dekha. “Anita… aaj tu bilkul thaki hui lag rahi hai. Subah wale do African… aur ab yeh face…”

Mainne aankhen kholi. Unke chehre pe muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein hawas. Woh dheere-dheere bed ke paas aaye. Mere paas baith gaye. Unke haath ne meri baalon ko sehlaaya.

“Bata… dopahar mein kya hua?”

Main sharma gayi. “Kuch nahi… housekeeping aaya tha…”

Unhone meri nighty ka strap dheere se utara. “Jhooth mat bol. Teri chut se abhi bhi kisi ka cum nikal raha hai. Main jaanta hoon.”

Unhone meri nighty ko bilkul dheere-dheere upar kheenchna shuru kiya. Pehle pet nanga hua, phir meri chut. Unki ungliyan meri chut pe phir gayi. Geela pani aur purana cum.

“Hmm… housekeeping wale ne bhi choda. Kitna mota tha uska?”

Mainne siskari li. “Sssss… Kalu ji… mat poocho…”

Unhone nighty poori kheench kar phenk di. Ab main bilkul nangi unke saamne. Unhone apni shirt ke button dheere-dheere kholna shuru kiye. Ek… do… teen… Unka strong chest, thoda baal wala, dikhne laga. Phir shirt utar di.

Main unhe dekh rahi thi. Unke haath ab apne pant ke button pe the. Dheere se khola. Zip neeche. Pant neeche khiska. Underwear mein unka lund pehle se hi tight khada tha. Unhone underwear bhi dheere se utara.

Lund bahar aaya. Subah wale African jitna mota nahi, lekin lamba aur gathila. Sir se pehle se hi precum tapak raha tha.

Kalu ji bed pe chad gaye. Mere upar nahi, mere bagal mein lit gaye. Unke haath ne mere boobs ko sehlaana shuru kiya. Dheere-dheere. Nipplen ko ungliyon se ghumana.

“Anita… aaj raat dheere se lenge. Subah itna jor se chudi thi… ab aaram se.”

Mainne unka lund haath mein liya. Dheere se upar-neeche karne lagi. “Kalu ji… aap bhi… ahhhh…”

Unhone mera muh apne lund ke paas laaya. “Pehle chat… dheere se.”

Mainne jeebh nikaali. Lund ke sir ko sehlaaya. Namkeen precum. Phir poora munh mein le liya. Dheere-dheere. Gale tak nahi, bas aaram se. Unke haath mere baalon mein the.

“Acchi ladki… ahhhh… aise hi… sssss…”

Main unka lund choos rahi thi. Thook se geela kar rahi thi. Unki siskariyan nikal rahi thi. “Anita… teri jeebh… bahut acchi lagti hai…”

Thodi der baad unhone mujhe upar khinch liya. Ab main unke upar thi. Unke lund ko meri chut ke muhane pe rakh diya.

“Ab dheere se baith… khud se andar le.”

Mainne hips neeche kiye. Lund ka sir andar gaya. “Ahhhh… ssssss…”

Aur neeche… aadha… “Uhhhh… Kalu ji… aap ka… ahhhh…”

Poora andar. Main unke chest pe haath rakh ke baith gayi. Unka lund meri chut ke andar dhadak raha tha.

Unhone mere hips pakde. “Ab hil… dheere-dheere.”

Mainne circles mein hilna shuru kiya. Upar-neeche. Dheere. Har baar lund meri chut ki deewaron ko ragad raha tha.

“Ahhh… ahhh… Kalu ji… aise… sssss… bahut accha lag raha hai…”

Unhone mere boobs ko munh mein le liya. Nipple ko daanton se halka kaata. “Teri chut aaj kitni geeli hai… subah wale aur dopahar wale dono ka cum abhi bhi andar hai kya?”

Main sharma ke boli, “Haan… ahhhh… dono ka… aapke lund pe… ahhhh…”

Yeh sunkar unhone meri speed thodi badha di. Ab woh bhi neeche se dhakke maarne lage. Dheere, lekin gehre.

“AAAHHH… UUUHHH… aise… aur… ahhhh!”

Main unke upar jhuk gayi. Unke kaan mein siskariyan le rahi thi. “Kalu ji… aap… bahut gehra… ahhhh… meri chut… aapko pasand hai…?”

“Bahut… Anita… teri chut meri hai… chahe jitne log chode… aakhir mein main hi lunga…”

Unhone position change ki. Mujhe neeche litaya. Khud mere upar aa gaye. Ab unke dhakke aur controlled the. Har dhakka pure lund ke saath. Mere pair unki kamar pe bandhe hue.

“Ahhh… ahhh… sssss… Kalu ji… mat rukna… ahhhh… baat karte raho…”

Unhone mera ek haath pakad ke mere sir ke upar daba diya. Doosre haath se mera clitoris sehlaane lage.

“Bol… subah un dono African ne kaise choda tha? Kitna dard hua tha?”

Main tarapti hui boli, “Bahut… ahhhh… unke lund… itne mote… chut fat gayi thi… ahhhh… dono taraf se… muh mein aur chut mein… ahhhh!”

“Aur dopahar wale housekeeping ne?”

“Usne… ahhhh… peeche se… mere baal pakad ke… ahhhh… bahut tez… lekin aapke jaisa gehra nahi… ahhhh!”

Kalu ji muskuraye aur dhakke thode tez kar diye. “Ab main tujhe yaad dilaunga ki asli maza kya hota hai.”

Unhone mere dono pair apne kandhon pe chadha liye. Ab lund pure angle se andar ja raha tha. Meri chut ki diwalen khich rahi thi.

“AAAAHHHH… KALU JI… AHHHH… BAHUT GEHRA… SSSS… AHHHH!”

Bed ki charpai dheere-dheere hil rahi thi. Unke balls meri gaand se takra rahe the. Thap… thap… thap…

Main unke peeth pe naakhon se lines kheench rahi thi. “Ahhh… ahhh… main… aane wali hoon… ahhhh… aapse… ahhhh!”

Unhone speed aur control se badhai. “Le… ab nikal… meri chut pe…”

Main jhatak uthi. Pura body kaamp gaya. Chut ne unke lund ko jor se pakad liya. “AAAAHHHHHHHH… KALU JIIII… AHHHHH!”

Mera cum unke lund pe behne laga. Woh rukey nahi. Mera orgasm khatam hone se pehle hi unhone mujhe ulat diya. Pet ke bal. Peeche se lund andar daal diya.

“AAAHHH… AB PEACHE SE… AHHHH!”

Unhone mere hips upar uthaaye aur dheere-dheere lekin gehre dhakke maarne lage. Ek haath se mera baal pakda, doosre se meri chut ka clitoris dabaya.

“Anita… teri gaand bhi aaj red hai… subah wale ne gaand bhi maari thi na?”

“Haan… ahhhh… usne bhi… ahhhh… lekin aap… ahhhh… mat poocho… bas chodo… ahhhh!”

Unhone thodi der aur peeche se liya. Phir mujhe side mein litaya. Mere ek pair ko upar utha ke spoon position mein dhakke maarne lage. Yeh position aur intimate tha. Unke muh se meri gardan pe saanse aa rahi thi.

“Main tujhe kitna pyar se chodta hoon… dekh… dheere-dheere… lekin poora…”

Main unke haath ko apne boobs pe rakh diya. “Haan… ahhhh… aise hi… baat karte raho… ahhhh… main… phir se… ahhhh!”

Dusra orgasm bhi aa gaya. Is baar aur tezz. Main unke lund ko itna dabaya ki unhe bhi control khona pada.

“Anita… ab main bhi… ahhhh… andar…?”

“Haan… Kalu ji… andar daal do… poora… ahhhh!”

Unhone kuch aur gehre dhakke maare aur phir jhad gaye. Garam cum meri chut ke andar zor se nikalne laga. Main feel kar sakti thi unka lund dhadak-dhadak kar bharta ja raha hai.

Woh mere peeche chipak ke lit gaye. Lund abhi bhi andar tha. Dheere-dheere naram ho raha tha.

Unhone mera kaan chooma. “Raat abhi baaki hai. Thodi der baad phir lenge. Aaj poori raat dheere-dheere chudai hogi.”

Main unke baahon mein simat gayi. Chut se unka cum dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, mere jaanghon pe fail raha tha. Body bilkul shaant, lekin andar se abhi bhi dhadak rahi thi.

“Kalu ji…” mainne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “aaj… sabse accha laga… aapke saath…”

Unhone haske mera boob dabaya. “Ab so ja thodi der. Phir uthake dubara chodenge.”

Main aankhen band karke unke seene se chipak gayi. Bahar andhera tha, kamre mein sirf hamari saanson ki awaaz.

[Anita patel]

NEW UPDATE



Goa se wapas aayi thi main teen din baad. Kaluji ne mujhe wahan itna choda tha ki ab tak uski yaad mein meri choot geeli ho jaati hai. Har raat uske mote lund ki thokar, uski kadak saansein, uske haath jo meri gaand ko masalte the… sab kuch yaad aata hai. Ghar aate hi husband ne mujhe god mein uthaya, pyar se chumma, lekin jab usne apna lund andar daala to mujhe bilkul maza nahi aaya. Uske patle se, dheele se dhakke lagte the jaise koi bachcha khel raha ho. Main sochti rahi Kaluji ke baare mein—uska lund kitna mota tha, kitna gehra jaata tha, aur uski siskariyan… “Ahhh Anita… teri choot kitni tight hai randi…” Main aankhein band karke usi ko feel kar rahi thi, lekin husband ke neeche sirf thakaan thi. Uske baad se chudai ka chaska lag gaya hai mujhe. Ab sirf lund chahiye, mota, kadak, jo meri choot ko phaad de.

Pados mein meri saheli Rekha rehti hai. Uske sasur, Panditji… umar unki pachaas ke aaspaas hogi, lekin shareer abhi bhi mazboot hai. Badi-badi moustache, chaudi chhaati, aur jab unki nazar meri taraf padti hai to lagta hai jaise woh mujhe nanga dekh rahe hain. Maine soch liya—ab inko seduce karungi.

Pehle din maine unko dekh ke muskuraya, apne blouse ke buttons thode khole rakhe. Doosre din jab woh baahar baithe the, main apne ghar ke aangan mein kapde sukhaane gayi. Saadi ka pallu jaan-boojhkar sarka diya, meri badi-badi chuchiyan almost nazar aa rahi thin. Unki nazar meri chhatiyon pe atak gayi. Maine unki taraf dekha, aankhein jhukayi, phir dheere se muskurayi.

Uske baad maine unko ghar pe bulaya. “Panditji… aap thoda aa jaaiye na, mujhe aapki madad chahiye… kitchen mein ek cheez tooti hui hai.” Woh aaye. Main unke peeche-peeche kitchen gayi. Jaante hue unse takrai—meri gaand unke lund pe dhakka maar gayi. “Ohhh… sorry Panditji…” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha, lekin unka lund already thoda kadak ho chuka tha. Maine peeche mudke dekha, unki aankhon mein bhookh thi.

Phir ek din… naha ke nikli. Sirf ek badi towel lapet ke. Baal geele, paani ki boondein meri gardan se chuchiyon ke beech se hote hue niche gir rahi thin. Main baahar aayi, unko dekh ke ruk gayi. “Panditji… aap yahan?” Unhone kaha, “Beta… tumhara ghar khula tha to…” Main muskurayi, dheere se unke paas gayi. “Aap baithiye na…”

Towel jaan-boojhkar dheela rakha tha. Unke saamne khadi hui, unki nazar meri geeli jild pe thi. Main unke aur kareeb gayi, “Panditji… thoda towel theek kar doon?” Unhone haath badhaya, lekin main khud towel khol diya. Poora towel gir gaya pairon ke paas. Main unke saamne bilkul nangi khadi thi—bade-bade gol chuche, geeli choot ke baal, aur meri gaand jo peeche se unki nazar kheench rahi thi.

Unki aankhein phail gayin. “Anita… yeh kya…?”

Maine unke paas jaake unka haath apni chuchi pe rakh diya. “Panditji… chhuo na… kitni soft hain… ahhh…” Unke mote haath ne meri chuchi dabayi. Main siskari, “Ummmh… haan… aise hi… zor se dabo…”

Woh uth khade hue. Unka lund pant mein phool chuka tha. Maine unki pant ka button khola, zipper neeche kiya. Unka lund bahar nikal aaya—mota, kaala, nasein phooli hui. Maine usko haath mein liya, “Itna bada… ahhhh Panditji… yeh toh Kaluji se bhi mota hai…” Unhone meri gaand pakdi, apne paas khincha. “Rand… teri choot geeli hai kya?”

Maine unke haath ko apni choot pe le jaake rakh diya. “Chhu ke dekho… ummmh… poori tarah se geeli hai… aapke liye…” Unki ungli andar gayi. Main zor se siskari, “Ahhhh… haan… andar… aur andar daalo…”

Woh mujhe diwar pe daba ke khade hue. Unka lund meri choot ke muhane pe thehra. “Ab bol… chahiye?”

“Haan Panditji… chodo mujhe… ahhhh… apna mota lund meri choot mein daal do… phaad do meri choot…”

Unhone ek jor ka dhakka maara. Poora lund andar chala gaya. Main chillayi, “Aaaaaahhhhh… itna gehra… ummmmh… haan… aur zor se…” Unhone meri taangein uthayi, meri gaand pakad ke dhakke maarne lage. Har dhakke pe meri chuchiyan unki chhati se takra rahi thin. “Ahhh… ahhh… Panditji… aapki moustache meri gardan pe… kaato na… ummmh…”

Woh mere gale mein kaat rahe the, lund meri choot ko kured raha tha. “Teri choot itni tight hai… Goa mein kisne choda tujhe randi?”

“Kaluji ne… teen din… ahhhh… lekin aapka lund… usse bhi accha… ummmmh… aur tez chodo… meri gaand pakdo…”

Unhone meri ek taang apne kandhe pe uthayi. Ab unka lund aur gehra ja raha tha. Main siskariyon ke saath bol rahi thi, “Ahhhh… haan… wahan… wahi… meri choot pe… thokte raho… aapke lund se meri choot suj jaayegi… ummmh… sisk… ahhh…”

Unhone mujhe ghumaya, peeche se choda. Meri gaand unke pet se takra rahi thi. Main diwar pe haath rakh ke jhuk gayi. “Panditji… meri gaand bhi chodo… ahhhh… ungli daalo… ummmmh…” Unki ungli meri gaand ke ched mein ghusi. Main chillayi, “Aaaaaah… haan… dono ched… bhar do… aapke lund se meri choot… ungli se meri gaand…”

Woh tez-tez dhakke maar rahe the. Meri chuchiyan hil rahi thin, paani ki boondein ab bhi meri peeth se gir rahi thin. “Anita… teri choot paani nikaal rahi hai… randi…”

“Haan… aapke liye… ahhhh… ab jhad jaao… mere andar… bhar do… ummmmh… sisk… ahhh… ahhh…”

Unhone meri baal pakad ke peeche khinche. Main unki taraf mud ke dekhi, unki aankhon mein junoon tha. “Ab bol… kya bolti hai?”

“Chodo mujhe Panditji… apni bahu ki saheli ko chodo… ahhhh… meri choot phaad do… ummmh… haan… aur… aur…”

Unka lund phadphadane laga. Woh mere andar jhad gaye. Garam pani meri choot mein bhar gaya. Main bhi unke saath jhad gayi, meri taangein kaanp rahi thin. “Aaaaaahhhhh… haan… bhar diya… ummmmh…”

Woh nikal ke peeche hat gaye. Unka lund ab bhi thoda kadak tha, usse seera raha tha. Main ghum ke unke saamne baith gayi, unka lund muh mein le liya. “Ab saaf kar deti hoon… ummmh…” Unka swaad… namkeen, garam. Main chus rahi thi, unki moustache mere maathe se chhu rahi thi. “Panditji… agli baar meri gaand bhi chodiyega… ahhhh…”

Unhone mera chehra uthaya. “Kal raat aana… jab tera husband so jaaye…”

Main muskurayi, unka lund phir se chaat ke uth khadi hui. Towel uthaya, lekin pehne nahi. “Aap jaaiye… main aapke liye hamesha nangi rahungi…”

Ab har roz unka intezaar rehta hai. Husband ke saath soti hoon, lekin sochti Panditji ke mote lund ki. Kaluji ka chaska tha… ab Panditji ka. Meri choot ab sirf unke liye geeli hoti hai.