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ANITA PATEL
Fantasy BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI ,(.uske bad kai Lund se chudai)Running
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30-08-2026, 10:18 AM
Anita ki jubani...
Gaanv se vapas aaye the hum dono—main aur mummy. Mama ke ghar se train pakad kar ghar pahunch gaye. Papa bhi usi din wapas aa gaye the. Ghar mein phir se normal life shuru ho gayi. college, padhai, ghar ka kaam, khana… sab pehle jaisa. Kai din guzar gaye. Koi naya incident nahi hua. Chowkidar door se hi salaam karta, buddha uncle gate pe baitha rehta, lekin koi aage nahi badha. Sab kuch shaant tha.
Lekin andar se meri dabi hui ichhayein mahsoos hone lagi thin. Raat ko akele leti to us khatiya wali raat yaad aa jaati, mummy ki siskariyan yaad aa jaati, buddhe ka lund yaad aa jaata. Kabhi-kabhi chunchiyan bhaari lagti, chut mein geelapan aa jaata. Main control karti, lekin ichha dabti nahi thi.
Ek shaam, ghar mein sab neeche the. Main chhat pe ghumne nikal gayi. Hawa thodi si chal rahi thi. Chhat ke kinare se main baju wali chhat ki taraf dekh rahi thi. Tabhi wahan se kuch aawaz aayi—dhimi si, lekin clear. Jaise koi saans phool raha ho, aur beech-beech mein halki siskari.
Main dheere se diwar ke peeche chipak kar unki chhat ki taraf jhaanki. Wahan… baju wala 60 saal ka buddha uncle baitha tha. Kursi par. Uske pant ka zip khula hua tha. Uske haath mein… bahot mota aur lamba lund tha. Main aankhein phaad kar dekh rahi thi. Umar ke hisaab se bhi itna mota aur lamba… nasein saaf dikh rahi thin, sir bada aur laal.
Uske doosre haath mein… mummy ki purani bra thi. Main pehchaan gayi—wahi light pink wali jo mummy kabhi-kabhi pehenti thin, jo washing line pe sookhti thi. Usne us bra ko apne lund par pherta ja raha tha. Soft cups ko apne mote shaft se ragadta, kabhi bra ke andar apna lund daal kar upar-neeche karta.
Uske muh se dheemi awaaze aa rahi thin—
“Haan… yeh lo… soft…anita k mummy ki bra… ahh… itni naram… ahh…”
Wo apne lund ko us bra se hilata ja raha tha. Kabhi tightly pakad kar tezi se upar-neeche, kabhi slow, bra ke cups ko apne sir se press karta. Uske chehre pe clear maza tha. Saans tez thi.
“Kai dino se rakh ke rakha tha… aaj nikal li… ahh… sookhi hui… lekin abhi bhi soft… ahh… sochta hoon tumhari chunchiyan isme kaise fit hoti hongi… ahh…”
Main chupke se dekh rahi thi. Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske haath mein mummy ki bra, uska bahot mota lamba lund usme ragadta hua… meri apni chunchiyan tight ho gayi thin, panty geeli hone lagi thi.
Buddha uncle ki awaaz ab thodi tez ho gayi—
“Ahh… nikalne wala… ahh… is bra pe… anita k mummy ki bra pe… ahh… le…”
Usne bra ke cups ko apne lund ke sir par tightly press kiya aur tezi se hilana shuru kar diya. Uske muh se continuous siskariyan nikalne lagi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… haan… nikal… ahh…”
Phir uska sharir tight ho gaya. Uske lund se garam cum ki dhaar nikalne lagi—seedha mummy ki bra ke cups par. White sticky liquid bra ke soft fabric par fail gaya, uske haath par bhi. Wo abhi bhi halka-halka hila raha tha, last drops nikalte huye.
“Ahh… sab… ispe… ahh… … ahh…”
Wo thodi der aise hi baitha raha, saans pakadte huye. Uske lund se abhi bhi thoda cum tipak raha tha, bra bilkul geeli aur sticky ho chuki thi. Usne bra ko apne lund se sahlaate huye dheere se kaha—
“Kal bhi nikalunga… ispe… sochta rahunga tumhari soft chunchiyan… ahh…”
Main diwar ke peeche kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ki purani bra uske haath mein, uska bahot mota lamba lund, uska paani us bra pe girta hua, uski siskariyan, uski gandi baatein… sab maine dekh aur sun liya tha. Meri apni body ab bilkul garam thi. Dabi hui ichha ekdum se jaag uthi thi. Main chupke se wahan se hat gayi, lekin aankhon mein wo scene ghoom raha tha—uska mota lund, mummy ki bra, uska cum… aur uski awaaze.
Dusre din shaam ko bilkul usi time pe main phir se chhat pe chali gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Diwar ke peeche se jhaanka to wahi scene tha. Buddha uncle kursi par baitha tha, pant khuli, uske haath mein mummy ki wahi purani bra, aur uska bahot mota lamba lund us bra se hilaya ja raha tha.
Uske muh se dheemi awaaze aa rahi thin—
“Haan… soft… mummy ki… ahh… sochta hoon…”
Main thoda sa aage badhi. Mere pair se halki si awaaz hui. Buddha uncle ekdum se ruk gaya. Usne sar uthaya aur seedha mujhe dekh liya. Uske chehre pe ghabrahat aa gayi. Lund abhi bhi uske haath mein tha, bra chipki hui.
“T-tu… Anita…? Kab se…? Yeh… yeh mat… mat bolna kisi ko…”
Main dheere se uske paas chali gayi. “Kisi ko nahi bataungi. Main dekh rahi thi… kal bhi dekha tha.”
Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Main ne aage badh kar uska mota lund apne haath mein le liya. Bra side mein gir gayi. Uske lund ka weight, uski garmi, uski thickness… main ne tightly pakad liya. Jaise hi mera haath laga, uska lund phir se tight hone laga, nasein ubhar aayi.
“Ahh… mat… beti… ahh…”
Main ne upar-neeche hilana shuru kiya. “Itna mota… kal raat se yaad tha.”
Buddha uncle ka control kho gaya. Usne mera haath pakad kar aur tightly karwaya, phir dheere-dheere mere kameez ke buttons kholne laga. Ek-ek karke. Kameez kholi, bra ke hooks khole, bra utaar diya. Meri soft chunchiyan uske saamne aa gayin. Usne dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur zor se dabaya.
“Beti… teri… soft… maa ki bra se alag… ahh… real…”
Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li, choosne laga, daant se kaata. Doosri ko haath se masalta raha. Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… dabao… ahh…”
Usne meri salwar aur panty bhi dheere-dheere utaar di. Ab main chhat pe bilkul nangi thi. Usne mujhe neeche litaya—chhat ke thande floor par. Meri thighs kholi, apna mota lamba lund mere muhane par set kiya.
“Maa ki bra se hilaya… ab maa ke badle beti ki chut… aaj le lunga.”
Usne dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund ka sir andar gaya. Main kaamp uthi. “Ahh… mota… ahh…”
Wo dheere-dheere poora andar tak daalta gaya. Har inch ke saath stretch feel ho raha tha. Jab base tak pahunch gaya to usne meri chunchiyon ko jam ke dabate huye kaha—
“Poora andar… beti ki chut… maa ke badle… ahh…”
Phir usne missionary mein dhakke shuru kiye. Slow, deep. Har thrust pe uska mota lund meri chut ko bhar raha tha. Thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… uncle… ahh… deep… ahh…”
Usne meri dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar choosne laga saath mein. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai? Maa ki bra se nikal kar seedha teri chut mein… ahh… kitni garam… kitni soft…”
Main uske dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. Gehre, mazboot dhakke. Chhat pe meri nangi body hil rahi thi, uske balls meri soft lips se takra rahe the. “Maa ke badle beti… aaj teri chut faadunga… ahh… le… poora…”
“Ahh… ahh… le lo… ahh… uncle… ahh…”
Wo continuously chodta raha—kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez. Meri chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein thin, siskariyan chhat ki hawa mein gunj rahi thin. Uske mote lambe lund ki har thrust meri chut ko bhar rahi thi, aur uski gandi baatein—
“Maa ki bra… ab beti ki chut… ahh… dono ka maza… ahh…”
Main uske under kaamp rahi thi, chhat ke thande floor par, uske pure weight ke saath, uske dhakke lete huye. Awaaze, siskariyan, thap-thap… sab mil kar ek lambi, gandi raat bana rahe the.
Buddha uncle abhi bhi meri upar missionary mein dhakke maar raha tha. Meri siskariyan chhat pe gunj rahi thin. Tabhi usne achanak apna mota lamba lund bahar nikaal liya. Main ek second ke liye khali feel hui.
“Ab position badalte hain… doggy mein.”
Usne mujhe jaldi se palat diya. Main pet ke bal chhat ke floor par aa gayi. Usne mere soft kulhon ko dono haathon se pakad kar upar uthaya. Meri geeli chut uske saamne khuli hui thi. Usne apna khada lund peeche se mere muhane par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar tak daal diya.
“Ahhh…!”
Ab angle bilkul alag tha. Lund aur deep ja raha tha. Usne mere hips ko tightly pakad kar tez dhakke shuru kar diye. Har baar jab uska mota lund poora andar jata, to geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalti—
Thap… thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… uncle… deep… ahh… itna… ahh…”
Usne ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li aur peeche se dhakke maarte huye usko masalne laga. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai ab? Peeche se… maa ke badle beti ki chut… ahh…”
Main uske dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne mere baal pakad kar thoda sa kheencha. Meri back arch ho gayi. Ab har thrust aur gehra tha. Uske balls meri soft lips se baar-baar takra rahe the. Thap-thap ki awaaz tez hoti ja rahi thi.
“Le… poora… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… chut faad raha hoon… ahh…”
Main kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… le lo… ahh… uncle… ahh… deep… ahh…”
Usne pace aur badha diya. Ab dhakke bilkul continuous aur mazboot the. Meri chunchiyan uske haath mein bounce kar rahi thin, chhat ke floor par meri knees ragad khati thin. Uske muh se bhi siskariyan nikalne lagi thin.
“Kitni garam… kitni soft… maa ki bra se nikal kar… ab teri chut mein… ahh… raat bhar… ahh…”
Main uske har dhakke ko le rahi thi. Siskariyan ab control ke bahar thin—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… chod… ahh… jamke… ahh…”
Usne dono haath mere hips par rakh kar aur tezi se pelna shuru kar diya. Har thrust pe mera poora sharir aage ko dhakelta. Thap-thap… thap-thap… thap-thap… awaaz chhat pe fail rahi thi. Meri geeli chut uske mote lambe lund ko mel rahi thi, uska precum aur meri wetness mix ho kar uske thighs tak beh raha tha.
“Bol beti… kisko zyada maza aa raha hai? Maa ko dete to aisa maza nahi aata… ahh… teri chut… ahh…”
“Ahh… mujhe… ahh… mujhe maza… ahh… mat chhod… ahh… poora… ahh…”
Wo continuously peeche se chodta raha—kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez short. Meri siskariyan, uski saansein, thap-thap ki awaaz… sab mil kar chhat pe ek gandi, lambi scene bana raha tha. Position badal kar doggy mein usne mujhe bilkul apne control mein le liya tha, aur main uske mote lund ke har dhakke ko apni chut mein feel karte huye siskariyan nikaal rahi thi.
Gaanv se vapas aaye the hum dono—main aur mummy. Mama ke ghar se train pakad kar ghar pahunch gaye. Papa bhi usi din wapas aa gaye the. Ghar mein phir se normal life shuru ho gayi. college, padhai, ghar ka kaam, khana… sab pehle jaisa. Kai din guzar gaye. Koi naya incident nahi hua. Chowkidar door se hi salaam karta, buddha uncle gate pe baitha rehta, lekin koi aage nahi badha. Sab kuch shaant tha.
Lekin andar se meri dabi hui ichhayein mahsoos hone lagi thin. Raat ko akele leti to us khatiya wali raat yaad aa jaati, mummy ki siskariyan yaad aa jaati, buddhe ka lund yaad aa jaata. Kabhi-kabhi chunchiyan bhaari lagti, chut mein geelapan aa jaata. Main control karti, lekin ichha dabti nahi thi.
Ek shaam, ghar mein sab neeche the. Main chhat pe ghumne nikal gayi. Hawa thodi si chal rahi thi. Chhat ke kinare se main baju wali chhat ki taraf dekh rahi thi. Tabhi wahan se kuch aawaz aayi—dhimi si, lekin clear. Jaise koi saans phool raha ho, aur beech-beech mein halki siskari.
Main dheere se diwar ke peeche chipak kar unki chhat ki taraf jhaanki. Wahan… baju wala 60 saal ka buddha uncle baitha tha. Kursi par. Uske pant ka zip khula hua tha. Uske haath mein… bahot mota aur lamba lund tha. Main aankhein phaad kar dekh rahi thi. Umar ke hisaab se bhi itna mota aur lamba… nasein saaf dikh rahi thin, sir bada aur laal.
Uske doosre haath mein… mummy ki purani bra thi. Main pehchaan gayi—wahi light pink wali jo mummy kabhi-kabhi pehenti thin, jo washing line pe sookhti thi. Usne us bra ko apne lund par pherta ja raha tha. Soft cups ko apne mote shaft se ragadta, kabhi bra ke andar apna lund daal kar upar-neeche karta.
Uske muh se dheemi awaaze aa rahi thin—
“Haan… yeh lo… soft…anita k mummy ki bra… ahh… itni naram… ahh…”
Wo apne lund ko us bra se hilata ja raha tha. Kabhi tightly pakad kar tezi se upar-neeche, kabhi slow, bra ke cups ko apne sir se press karta. Uske chehre pe clear maza tha. Saans tez thi.
“Kai dino se rakh ke rakha tha… aaj nikal li… ahh… sookhi hui… lekin abhi bhi soft… ahh… sochta hoon tumhari chunchiyan isme kaise fit hoti hongi… ahh…”
Main chupke se dekh rahi thi. Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske haath mein mummy ki bra, uska bahot mota lamba lund usme ragadta hua… meri apni chunchiyan tight ho gayi thin, panty geeli hone lagi thi.
Buddha uncle ki awaaz ab thodi tez ho gayi—
“Ahh… nikalne wala… ahh… is bra pe… anita k mummy ki bra pe… ahh… le…”
Usne bra ke cups ko apne lund ke sir par tightly press kiya aur tezi se hilana shuru kar diya. Uske muh se continuous siskariyan nikalne lagi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… haan… nikal… ahh…”
Phir uska sharir tight ho gaya. Uske lund se garam cum ki dhaar nikalne lagi—seedha mummy ki bra ke cups par. White sticky liquid bra ke soft fabric par fail gaya, uske haath par bhi. Wo abhi bhi halka-halka hila raha tha, last drops nikalte huye.
“Ahh… sab… ispe… ahh… … ahh…”
Wo thodi der aise hi baitha raha, saans pakadte huye. Uske lund se abhi bhi thoda cum tipak raha tha, bra bilkul geeli aur sticky ho chuki thi. Usne bra ko apne lund se sahlaate huye dheere se kaha—
“Kal bhi nikalunga… ispe… sochta rahunga tumhari soft chunchiyan… ahh…”
Main diwar ke peeche kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ki purani bra uske haath mein, uska bahot mota lamba lund, uska paani us bra pe girta hua, uski siskariyan, uski gandi baatein… sab maine dekh aur sun liya tha. Meri apni body ab bilkul garam thi. Dabi hui ichha ekdum se jaag uthi thi. Main chupke se wahan se hat gayi, lekin aankhon mein wo scene ghoom raha tha—uska mota lund, mummy ki bra, uska cum… aur uski awaaze.
Dusre din shaam ko bilkul usi time pe main phir se chhat pe chali gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Diwar ke peeche se jhaanka to wahi scene tha. Buddha uncle kursi par baitha tha, pant khuli, uske haath mein mummy ki wahi purani bra, aur uska bahot mota lamba lund us bra se hilaya ja raha tha.
Uske muh se dheemi awaaze aa rahi thin—
“Haan… soft… mummy ki… ahh… sochta hoon…”
Main thoda sa aage badhi. Mere pair se halki si awaaz hui. Buddha uncle ekdum se ruk gaya. Usne sar uthaya aur seedha mujhe dekh liya. Uske chehre pe ghabrahat aa gayi. Lund abhi bhi uske haath mein tha, bra chipki hui.
“T-tu… Anita…? Kab se…? Yeh… yeh mat… mat bolna kisi ko…”
Main dheere se uske paas chali gayi. “Kisi ko nahi bataungi. Main dekh rahi thi… kal bhi dekha tha.”
Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Main ne aage badh kar uska mota lund apne haath mein le liya. Bra side mein gir gayi. Uske lund ka weight, uski garmi, uski thickness… main ne tightly pakad liya. Jaise hi mera haath laga, uska lund phir se tight hone laga, nasein ubhar aayi.
“Ahh… mat… beti… ahh…”
Main ne upar-neeche hilana shuru kiya. “Itna mota… kal raat se yaad tha.”
Buddha uncle ka control kho gaya. Usne mera haath pakad kar aur tightly karwaya, phir dheere-dheere mere kameez ke buttons kholne laga. Ek-ek karke. Kameez kholi, bra ke hooks khole, bra utaar diya. Meri soft chunchiyan uske saamne aa gayin. Usne dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur zor se dabaya.
“Beti… teri… soft… maa ki bra se alag… ahh… real…”
Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li, choosne laga, daant se kaata. Doosri ko haath se masalta raha. Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… dabao… ahh…”
Usne meri salwar aur panty bhi dheere-dheere utaar di. Ab main chhat pe bilkul nangi thi. Usne mujhe neeche litaya—chhat ke thande floor par. Meri thighs kholi, apna mota lamba lund mere muhane par set kiya.
“Maa ki bra se hilaya… ab maa ke badle beti ki chut… aaj le lunga.”
Usne dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund ka sir andar gaya. Main kaamp uthi. “Ahh… mota… ahh…”
Wo dheere-dheere poora andar tak daalta gaya. Har inch ke saath stretch feel ho raha tha. Jab base tak pahunch gaya to usne meri chunchiyon ko jam ke dabate huye kaha—
“Poora andar… beti ki chut… maa ke badle… ahh…”
Phir usne missionary mein dhakke shuru kiye. Slow, deep. Har thrust pe uska mota lund meri chut ko bhar raha tha. Thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… uncle… ahh… deep… ahh…”
Usne meri dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar choosne laga saath mein. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai? Maa ki bra se nikal kar seedha teri chut mein… ahh… kitni garam… kitni soft…”
Main uske dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. Gehre, mazboot dhakke. Chhat pe meri nangi body hil rahi thi, uske balls meri soft lips se takra rahe the. “Maa ke badle beti… aaj teri chut faadunga… ahh… le… poora…”
“Ahh… ahh… le lo… ahh… uncle… ahh…”
Wo continuously chodta raha—kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez. Meri chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein thin, siskariyan chhat ki hawa mein gunj rahi thin. Uske mote lambe lund ki har thrust meri chut ko bhar rahi thi, aur uski gandi baatein—
“Maa ki bra… ab beti ki chut… ahh… dono ka maza… ahh…”
Main uske under kaamp rahi thi, chhat ke thande floor par, uske pure weight ke saath, uske dhakke lete huye. Awaaze, siskariyan, thap-thap… sab mil kar ek lambi, gandi raat bana rahe the.
Buddha uncle abhi bhi meri upar missionary mein dhakke maar raha tha. Meri siskariyan chhat pe gunj rahi thin. Tabhi usne achanak apna mota lamba lund bahar nikaal liya. Main ek second ke liye khali feel hui.
“Ab position badalte hain… doggy mein.”
Usne mujhe jaldi se palat diya. Main pet ke bal chhat ke floor par aa gayi. Usne mere soft kulhon ko dono haathon se pakad kar upar uthaya. Meri geeli chut uske saamne khuli hui thi. Usne apna khada lund peeche se mere muhane par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar tak daal diya.
“Ahhh…!”
Ab angle bilkul alag tha. Lund aur deep ja raha tha. Usne mere hips ko tightly pakad kar tez dhakke shuru kar diye. Har baar jab uska mota lund poora andar jata, to geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalti—
Thap… thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… uncle… deep… ahh… itna… ahh…”
Usne ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li aur peeche se dhakke maarte huye usko masalne laga. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai ab? Peeche se… maa ke badle beti ki chut… ahh…”
Main uske dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne mere baal pakad kar thoda sa kheencha. Meri back arch ho gayi. Ab har thrust aur gehra tha. Uske balls meri soft lips se baar-baar takra rahe the. Thap-thap ki awaaz tez hoti ja rahi thi.
“Le… poora… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… chut faad raha hoon… ahh…”
Main kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… le lo… ahh… uncle… ahh… deep… ahh…”
Usne pace aur badha diya. Ab dhakke bilkul continuous aur mazboot the. Meri chunchiyan uske haath mein bounce kar rahi thin, chhat ke floor par meri knees ragad khati thin. Uske muh se bhi siskariyan nikalne lagi thin.
“Kitni garam… kitni soft… maa ki bra se nikal kar… ab teri chut mein… ahh… raat bhar… ahh…”
Main uske har dhakke ko le rahi thi. Siskariyan ab control ke bahar thin—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… chod… ahh… jamke… ahh…”
Usne dono haath mere hips par rakh kar aur tezi se pelna shuru kar diya. Har thrust pe mera poora sharir aage ko dhakelta. Thap-thap… thap-thap… thap-thap… awaaz chhat pe fail rahi thi. Meri geeli chut uske mote lambe lund ko mel rahi thi, uska precum aur meri wetness mix ho kar uske thighs tak beh raha tha.
“Bol beti… kisko zyada maza aa raha hai? Maa ko dete to aisa maza nahi aata… ahh… teri chut… ahh…”
“Ahh… mujhe… ahh… mujhe maza… ahh… mat chhod… ahh… poora… ahh…”
Wo continuously peeche se chodta raha—kabhi slow deep, kabhi tez short. Meri siskariyan, uski saansein, thap-thap ki awaaz… sab mil kar chhat pe ek gandi, lambi scene bana raha tha. Position badal kar doggy mein usne mujhe bilkul apne control mein le liya tha, aur main uske mote lund ke har dhakke ko apni chut mein feel karte huye siskariyan nikaal rahi thi.
ANITA PATEL
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31-08-2026, 10:53 PM
NEW UPDATE
Chhat pe us buddhe uncle ke saath chudai ke baad main kaampte huye neeche room mein aa gayi. Kapde sahi kiye, body abhi bhi garam thi, chut mein uska cum feel ho raha tha. Main bed par let gayi aur aankhein band kar li. Neend nahi aayi der tak, lekin aakhir mein thak kar so gayi.
Uske baad kai din normal life chali. college, padhai, ghar, mummy-papa… sab pehle jaisa. Buddha uncle door se dekhte rehte, lekin koi naya move nahi kiya. Main bhi control karti rahi. Dabi ichhayein thi, lekin bahar se sab normal tha.
Mahina guzar gaya. Period ki date nikal aayi, lekin kuch nahi hua. Ek din, do din, teen din… kuch nahi. Main darrne lagi. Us raat chhat pe usne andar paani choda tha… bina protection ke. Bechaini badhne lagi.
Ek subah bathroom mein confirm hua—koi spotting nahi, bilkul clean. Main kaampte huye mummy ke paas gayi. Unke room mein jaakar dheere se kaha—
“Mummy… period nahi aaya. Mahina pura ho gaya. Date nikal gayi…”
Mummy ki aankhein phaad ki phaad reh gayi. Unhone mera haath pakad liya. “Kya? Sure hai? Delay ho sakta hai… tension ki wajah se…”
Main ne sir hilaya. “Nahi mummy… pehle kabhi itna delay nahi hua. Main… darr rahi hoon.”
Mummy thodi der chup rahi. Unke chehre pe tension aa gayi. “Chal… aaj hi doctor ke paas le chalti hoon. Male doctor hain, lekin acche hain. Gynaecologist. Kuch nahi to test karwa lenge.”
Shaam ko mummy ne mujhe clinic le gayi. Waiting room mein baithi rahi. Andar se ek-ek karke patients nikal rahe the. Phir meri baari aayi. Mummy saath thi.
Doctor ek 45-50 saal ke aadmi the—saaf shirt, coat, professional look. Unhone pehle normal sawal pooche.
“Period kab aana chahiye tha? Last date kya thi? Koi problem feel ho rahi hai? Pet mein dard? Ulti?”
Main ne jawab diye. Mummy ne bhi thoda bataya. Doctor ne kaha, “Pehle basic check-up karte hain. Blood pressure, weight… phir internal agar zaroori ho.”
Unhone mujhe examination table par litaya. Mummy side mein khadi thi. Doctor ne pehle pet press kiya, stethoscope se suna. Phir unhone kaha—
“Mrs., aap thodi der bahar wait kariye. Thoda private check karna hai. Beti comfortable rahegi.”
Mummy thoda hesitate ki, lekin doctor ke kehne par bahar chali gayi. Room mein main aur doctor akele reh gaye. Unhone darwaza band kiya.
Doctor mere paas aaye. Unki nazar meri body par thi. Unhone dheere se kaha—
“Anita… tension mat lo. Main bas check kar raha hoon. Kabhi-kabhi delay ke reasons alag hote hain. Tumhari age… 18 hai na? Body develop ho rahi hai.”
Unhone apne haath mere pet par rakhe, thoda press kiya. Phir haath upar le gaye. Mere kameez ke upar se, bilkul chunchiyon ke upar. Unhone dono haathon se meri soft chunchiyon ko kapdon ke upar se dabaya.
“Yeh… thoda swollen lag raha hai. Hormonal changes bhi ho sakte hain. Soft hain… weight bhi normal hai.”
Unhone dheere-dheere press kiya, gol-gol ghumaya. Kapdon ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ka shape feel kar rahe the. Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin kuch bol nahi paayi.
Doctor ne aankhein meri aankhon mein daali. “Anita… main clear baat karta hoon. Kabhi-kabhi aise cases mein… detailed check chahiye hota hai. Clinic mein utna possible nahi. Agar tum comfortable ho to… akele mil sakti ho. Mere private chamber mein. Wahan proper examination ho sakti hai. Aur… agar koi aur problem hai to bhi baat kar sakte hain.”
Unhone phir se meri chunchiyon ko kapdon ke upar se dabaya, thoda zor se. “Yeh sensitivity… main dekhna chahta hoon. Akele. Kal shaam? Ya parson? Tum batao. Mummy ko mat batana… unnecessary tension nahi deni.”
Main chup thi. Unke haath abhi bhi meri chunchiyon par the—kapdon ke upar se dabate, feel karte. Unki awaaz dheemi lekin clear thi.
“Tumhari body… mature lag rahi hai. Period delay… main help kar sakta hoon. Lekin akele milna hoga. Soch lo. Number de raha hoon… message kar dena.”
Unhone haath hataya, paper par number likh kar diya. Phir normal tone mein bole, “Ab bahar bula leta hoon. Basic tests karwa lenge. Report kal aayegi.”
Mummy andar aayi. Doctor ne normal report diya—tests ke liye bola, delay ke reasons explain kiye. Lekin meri aankhon mein unke haath ka feel ghoom raha tha… kapdon ke upar se meri chunchiyon ko dabana, akele milne ka kehna.
Clinic se nikalte waqt mummy pooch rahi thin, “Kya kaha doctor ne? Sab theek hai na?”
Main ne bas sir hilaya. “Haan mummy… tests karwane hain.”
Lekin andar se main jaanti thi… doctor ki nazar, unke haath, unka akele milne ka offer… yeh normal check-up nahi tha. Period nahi aaya tha, aur ab ek naya rasta khul raha tha.
Do din baad main akele nikal padi. Mummy ko kaha tha tuition ja rahi hoon. Doctor ke private chamber ka address unhone diya tha. Chhota sa flat tha, clinic se alag. Main kaampte huye darwaza khatkhataya.
Doctor ne khola. Andar bilkul khaali tha. Unhone darwaza band kiya aur latch laga diya. Mujhe sofa par bithaya.
“Anita… aayi. Accha kiya. Pehle baat clear karte hain.”
Unhone meri taraf dekhte huye kaha, “Reports aa gayi hain. Tum pregnant ho. Ma banne wali ho. Bina shaadi ke… yeh kaise ho gaya? Batao. Kisne kiya?”
Main neeche dekhte huye chup rahi. Unhone mera chin uthaya. “Bol. Main doctor hoon, help kar sakta hoon. Lekin pehle sach batao.”
Main ne dheere se kaha, “Ek… ek buddha tha… padosi. Chhat pe… usne…”
Doctor ki aankhein tez ho gayi. “Samajh gaya. Ab suno… tumhari body ab change hone wali hai. Lekin abhi… abhi main bhi tumhara jism chahta hoon. Soft, jawaan, pregnant hone se pehle ka. Agar tum sahmat ho to… aaj hi. Warna main reports mummy ko de dunga. Soch lo.”
Main kaamp rahi thi. Unki aankhein meri body par thi. Main ne dheere se sir hilaya. “Haan… sahmat hoon.”
Doctor ne muskuraate huye kaha, “Accha kiya. Ab dheere-dheere… sab utaro.”
Unhone pehle meri kameez ke buttons khole. Ek-ek karke. Kameez utari. Phir bra ke hooks. Bra girte hi meri soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya.
“Bahut soft… thoda heavy ho gaye hain pehle se. Pregnant hone ke signs. Nipples bhi dark pad rahe hain. Accha lag raha hai.”
Unhone dabaya, masla, phir jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Choosne lage, jeebh se ragadne lage. “Mmm… swadisht… ahh…”
Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… doctor…”
Unhone meri salwar aur panty bhi dheere-dheere utaar di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Unhone mujhe bed par litaya. Apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Unka lund khada tha—mota, tight.
Unhone meri thighs kholi aur apna lund mere muhane par set kiya. “Pehle missionary… dheere. Phir jamke.”
Dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund andar jaane laga. Main kaamp uthi. “Ahh… andar… ahh…”
Unhone poora daal diya. Base tak. Phir slow dhakke shuru kiye. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan bounce karti. Unhone unhe pakad kar choosne lage saath mein.
“Kitni soft chut… garam… pregnant hone wali body… ahh… maza aa raha hai. Bol… kaisa lag raha hai?”
“Ahh… deep… ahh… doctor… ahh…”
Unhone pace badha diya. Thap-thap ki awaaz nikalne lagi. “Teri yeh soft chunchiyan… dabata hoon… choosta hoon… ahh… kitni perfect hain. Jawaan body… ab meri.”
Main siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Thodi der baad unhone lund bahar nikaala. “Ab doggy… jamke lunga.”
Mujhe palat diya. Hips upar kiye. Peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora lund andar daal diya. “Ahhh…!”
Ab dhakke tez aur gehre the. Thap-thap… thap-thap… zor se. Unhone mere hips pakad kar pelna shuru kar diya.
“Le… poora… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… chut faad raha hoon… ahh… pregnant banne wali… ahh… le…”
Main zor-zor se siskariyan nikaal rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… doctor… deep… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Unhone ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li, peeche se dhakke maarte huye masalne lage. “Bol… kiski chut zyada soft hai? Us buddhe ki ya meri? Ahh… teri chut mujhe pasand aa gayi… ahh…”
“Ahh… aapki… ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh…”
Unhone baal pakad kar thoda kheencha. Dhakke aur tez. “Raat bhar chodunga… aaj… kal… jab tak body maange. Tera yeh soft jism… ab mera. Ahh… nikalne wala… andar…”
Unhone last strong thrusts maare aur apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Garam cum ki dhaar. Main bhi kaamp uthi, siskariyan lete huye.
“Ahhh… ahhh… garam… ahh…”
Unhone thodi der andar hi rakha, phir nikaala. Cum meri thighs se behne laga. Unhone mujhe palat kar apne upar litaya, meri chunchiyon ko sahlaate huye kaha—
“Ab se jab bolunga… aana. Pregnant body aur bhi soft hogi… main enjoy karunga. Samjhi?”
Main saans pakadte huye unke seene se chipki rahi. Unke lund ka cum abhi bhi andar feel ho raha tha, unki baatein, unki tarif, unki siskariyan… sab room mein gunj raha tha. Dheere-dheere nangi kiya, pehle missionary, phir doggy mein jamke choda… aur main unke under unki baatein sunte huye unka paani le rahi thi.
Us din doctor ne mujhe kuch tablet diye. “Yeh lo. Garbh nirodh ke liye. Roz ek. Agle mahine period aa jaayenge. Tension mat lo.”
Main ne goli shuru kar di. Mahina guzar gaya. Period aa gaya—normal, thoda dard ke saath. Mummy ko jab bataya to unhone gehri saans li. “Thank God… ab theek hai. Doctor ne sahi dawai di.”
Mummy ne kaha phir se doctor ko dikha aao, confirm ho jaaye. Main clinic gayi. Normal check-up hua. Doctor ne pet press kiya, sawal pooche, report dekhi. “Sab normal hai. Period aa gaya, theek hai. Ab se regular checkup karte rahna.”
Jab main nikalne lagi to unhone dheere se kaha, “Parson shaam… private chamber. Aana. Akele.”
Main samajh gayi. Do din baad main phir se unke private flat pe pahunch gayi. Darwaza khola, andar liya, latch laga diya.
Doctor ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. “Period aa gaya… ab free ho. Aaj dheere-dheere… poora time hai.”
Unhone pehle meri kameez ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Kameez utari. Phir bra ke straps neeche kiye, hooks khole, bra hata diya. Meri soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya, dabaya, masla.
“Ab bhi utni soft… thoda halka ho gaya swelling. Accha lag raha hai.”
Phir salwar ka naada khola, neeche kiya. Panty ko side se pakad kar dheere-dheere utaar diya. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Unhone mujhe bed par litaya aur khud ke kapde nikalne lage—shirt, pant, underwear. Unka lund pehle se hard tha.
Main ne unka lund dekhte huye kaha, “Doctor… aaj condom use karo… ya pani chut se bahar nikalna. Last baar risk ho gaya tha. Ab nahi.”
Unhone muskuraate huye kaha, “Theek hai. Jo tum kaho. Aaj bahar nikal dunga. Tension mat lo. Ab aao…”
Unhone meri thighs kholi, apna lund mere muhane par set kiya aur dheere-dheere andar push kiya. “Ahh… soft… abhi bhi tight…”
Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Unhone poora lund andar tak daala, phir slow motion shuru kiya. Bahar-andar, dheere-dheere. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan bounce karti. Unhone unhe pakad kar choosne lage.
“Kitni soft chut… ahh… period ke baad aur bhi clean. Bol… kaisa lag raha hai?”
“Ahh… deep… ahh… doctor… ahh… maza… ahh…”
Unhone pace thoda badhaya lekin dheere hi rakha. Thap… thap… thap… geeli awaaz. “Teri yeh soft chunchiyan… dabata hoon… choosta hoon… ahh… perfect shape. Jawaan body… ab meri.”
Main unke dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Unhone meri legs ko thoda aur khol diya, angle change kiya. “Ab feel kar… poora andar… ahh… kitni garam ho. Last baar cum andar choda tha… aaj bahar nikalunga. Promise.”
“Ahh… haan… ahh… bahar… ahh… doctor… ahh…”
Unhone continuous slow-deep dhakke maarte rahe. Kabhi meri chunchi chooste, kabhi kaan ke paas gandi baatein karte—
“Teri chut itni soft hai ki control mushkil ho raha… ahh… lekin aaj tumhari baat maanunga… bahar nikalunga… ahh…”
Main kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… ho raha… ahh… andar se… ahh…”
Unhone thodi der aur choda, phir pace badha diya. “Ab nikalta… bahar…”
Unhone last strong thrusts maare aur lund bahar nikaal liya. Uske haath se hilate huye apna paani mere pet par, chunchiyon par giraya. Garam cum meri soft skin par fail gaya. Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi, siskariyan lete huye.
“Ahhh… ahhh…”
Unhone thodi der mujhe sahlaate huye kaha, “Dekha… bahar nikaal diya. Ab se jab bhi aana… yahi rule. Condom ya bahar. Samjhi? Tera jism… ab regular chahiye.”
Main unke seene se chipki rahi, unke cum ko apni skin par feel karte hue
Chhat pe us buddhe uncle ke saath chudai ke baad main kaampte huye neeche room mein aa gayi. Kapde sahi kiye, body abhi bhi garam thi, chut mein uska cum feel ho raha tha. Main bed par let gayi aur aankhein band kar li. Neend nahi aayi der tak, lekin aakhir mein thak kar so gayi.
Uske baad kai din normal life chali. college, padhai, ghar, mummy-papa… sab pehle jaisa. Buddha uncle door se dekhte rehte, lekin koi naya move nahi kiya. Main bhi control karti rahi. Dabi ichhayein thi, lekin bahar se sab normal tha.
Mahina guzar gaya. Period ki date nikal aayi, lekin kuch nahi hua. Ek din, do din, teen din… kuch nahi. Main darrne lagi. Us raat chhat pe usne andar paani choda tha… bina protection ke. Bechaini badhne lagi.
Ek subah bathroom mein confirm hua—koi spotting nahi, bilkul clean. Main kaampte huye mummy ke paas gayi. Unke room mein jaakar dheere se kaha—
“Mummy… period nahi aaya. Mahina pura ho gaya. Date nikal gayi…”
Mummy ki aankhein phaad ki phaad reh gayi. Unhone mera haath pakad liya. “Kya? Sure hai? Delay ho sakta hai… tension ki wajah se…”
Main ne sir hilaya. “Nahi mummy… pehle kabhi itna delay nahi hua. Main… darr rahi hoon.”
Mummy thodi der chup rahi. Unke chehre pe tension aa gayi. “Chal… aaj hi doctor ke paas le chalti hoon. Male doctor hain, lekin acche hain. Gynaecologist. Kuch nahi to test karwa lenge.”
Shaam ko mummy ne mujhe clinic le gayi. Waiting room mein baithi rahi. Andar se ek-ek karke patients nikal rahe the. Phir meri baari aayi. Mummy saath thi.
Doctor ek 45-50 saal ke aadmi the—saaf shirt, coat, professional look. Unhone pehle normal sawal pooche.
“Period kab aana chahiye tha? Last date kya thi? Koi problem feel ho rahi hai? Pet mein dard? Ulti?”
Main ne jawab diye. Mummy ne bhi thoda bataya. Doctor ne kaha, “Pehle basic check-up karte hain. Blood pressure, weight… phir internal agar zaroori ho.”
Unhone mujhe examination table par litaya. Mummy side mein khadi thi. Doctor ne pehle pet press kiya, stethoscope se suna. Phir unhone kaha—
“Mrs., aap thodi der bahar wait kariye. Thoda private check karna hai. Beti comfortable rahegi.”
Mummy thoda hesitate ki, lekin doctor ke kehne par bahar chali gayi. Room mein main aur doctor akele reh gaye. Unhone darwaza band kiya.
Doctor mere paas aaye. Unki nazar meri body par thi. Unhone dheere se kaha—
“Anita… tension mat lo. Main bas check kar raha hoon. Kabhi-kabhi delay ke reasons alag hote hain. Tumhari age… 18 hai na? Body develop ho rahi hai.”
Unhone apne haath mere pet par rakhe, thoda press kiya. Phir haath upar le gaye. Mere kameez ke upar se, bilkul chunchiyon ke upar. Unhone dono haathon se meri soft chunchiyon ko kapdon ke upar se dabaya.
“Yeh… thoda swollen lag raha hai. Hormonal changes bhi ho sakte hain. Soft hain… weight bhi normal hai.”
Unhone dheere-dheere press kiya, gol-gol ghumaya. Kapdon ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ka shape feel kar rahe the. Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin kuch bol nahi paayi.
Doctor ne aankhein meri aankhon mein daali. “Anita… main clear baat karta hoon. Kabhi-kabhi aise cases mein… detailed check chahiye hota hai. Clinic mein utna possible nahi. Agar tum comfortable ho to… akele mil sakti ho. Mere private chamber mein. Wahan proper examination ho sakti hai. Aur… agar koi aur problem hai to bhi baat kar sakte hain.”
Unhone phir se meri chunchiyon ko kapdon ke upar se dabaya, thoda zor se. “Yeh sensitivity… main dekhna chahta hoon. Akele. Kal shaam? Ya parson? Tum batao. Mummy ko mat batana… unnecessary tension nahi deni.”
Main chup thi. Unke haath abhi bhi meri chunchiyon par the—kapdon ke upar se dabate, feel karte. Unki awaaz dheemi lekin clear thi.
“Tumhari body… mature lag rahi hai. Period delay… main help kar sakta hoon. Lekin akele milna hoga. Soch lo. Number de raha hoon… message kar dena.”
Unhone haath hataya, paper par number likh kar diya. Phir normal tone mein bole, “Ab bahar bula leta hoon. Basic tests karwa lenge. Report kal aayegi.”
Mummy andar aayi. Doctor ne normal report diya—tests ke liye bola, delay ke reasons explain kiye. Lekin meri aankhon mein unke haath ka feel ghoom raha tha… kapdon ke upar se meri chunchiyon ko dabana, akele milne ka kehna.
Clinic se nikalte waqt mummy pooch rahi thin, “Kya kaha doctor ne? Sab theek hai na?”
Main ne bas sir hilaya. “Haan mummy… tests karwane hain.”
Lekin andar se main jaanti thi… doctor ki nazar, unke haath, unka akele milne ka offer… yeh normal check-up nahi tha. Period nahi aaya tha, aur ab ek naya rasta khul raha tha.
Do din baad main akele nikal padi. Mummy ko kaha tha tuition ja rahi hoon. Doctor ke private chamber ka address unhone diya tha. Chhota sa flat tha, clinic se alag. Main kaampte huye darwaza khatkhataya.
Doctor ne khola. Andar bilkul khaali tha. Unhone darwaza band kiya aur latch laga diya. Mujhe sofa par bithaya.
“Anita… aayi. Accha kiya. Pehle baat clear karte hain.”
Unhone meri taraf dekhte huye kaha, “Reports aa gayi hain. Tum pregnant ho. Ma banne wali ho. Bina shaadi ke… yeh kaise ho gaya? Batao. Kisne kiya?”
Main neeche dekhte huye chup rahi. Unhone mera chin uthaya. “Bol. Main doctor hoon, help kar sakta hoon. Lekin pehle sach batao.”
Main ne dheere se kaha, “Ek… ek buddha tha… padosi. Chhat pe… usne…”
Doctor ki aankhein tez ho gayi. “Samajh gaya. Ab suno… tumhari body ab change hone wali hai. Lekin abhi… abhi main bhi tumhara jism chahta hoon. Soft, jawaan, pregnant hone se pehle ka. Agar tum sahmat ho to… aaj hi. Warna main reports mummy ko de dunga. Soch lo.”
Main kaamp rahi thi. Unki aankhein meri body par thi. Main ne dheere se sir hilaya. “Haan… sahmat hoon.”
Doctor ne muskuraate huye kaha, “Accha kiya. Ab dheere-dheere… sab utaro.”
Unhone pehle meri kameez ke buttons khole. Ek-ek karke. Kameez utari. Phir bra ke hooks. Bra girte hi meri soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya.
“Bahut soft… thoda heavy ho gaye hain pehle se. Pregnant hone ke signs. Nipples bhi dark pad rahe hain. Accha lag raha hai.”
Unhone dabaya, masla, phir jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Choosne lage, jeebh se ragadne lage. “Mmm… swadisht… ahh…”
Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… doctor…”
Unhone meri salwar aur panty bhi dheere-dheere utaar di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Unhone mujhe bed par litaya. Apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Unka lund khada tha—mota, tight.
Unhone meri thighs kholi aur apna lund mere muhane par set kiya. “Pehle missionary… dheere. Phir jamke.”
Dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund andar jaane laga. Main kaamp uthi. “Ahh… andar… ahh…”
Unhone poora daal diya. Base tak. Phir slow dhakke shuru kiye. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan bounce karti. Unhone unhe pakad kar choosne lage saath mein.
“Kitni soft chut… garam… pregnant hone wali body… ahh… maza aa raha hai. Bol… kaisa lag raha hai?”
“Ahh… deep… ahh… doctor… ahh…”
Unhone pace badha diya. Thap-thap ki awaaz nikalne lagi. “Teri yeh soft chunchiyan… dabata hoon… choosta hoon… ahh… kitni perfect hain. Jawaan body… ab meri.”
Main siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Thodi der baad unhone lund bahar nikaala. “Ab doggy… jamke lunga.”
Mujhe palat diya. Hips upar kiye. Peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora lund andar daal diya. “Ahhh…!”
Ab dhakke tez aur gehre the. Thap-thap… thap-thap… zor se. Unhone mere hips pakad kar pelna shuru kar diya.
“Le… poora… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… chut faad raha hoon… ahh… pregnant banne wali… ahh… le…”
Main zor-zor se siskariyan nikaal rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… doctor… deep… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Unhone ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li, peeche se dhakke maarte huye masalne lage. “Bol… kiski chut zyada soft hai? Us buddhe ki ya meri? Ahh… teri chut mujhe pasand aa gayi… ahh…”
“Ahh… aapki… ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh…”
Unhone baal pakad kar thoda kheencha. Dhakke aur tez. “Raat bhar chodunga… aaj… kal… jab tak body maange. Tera yeh soft jism… ab mera. Ahh… nikalne wala… andar…”
Unhone last strong thrusts maare aur apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Garam cum ki dhaar. Main bhi kaamp uthi, siskariyan lete huye.
“Ahhh… ahhh… garam… ahh…”
Unhone thodi der andar hi rakha, phir nikaala. Cum meri thighs se behne laga. Unhone mujhe palat kar apne upar litaya, meri chunchiyon ko sahlaate huye kaha—
“Ab se jab bolunga… aana. Pregnant body aur bhi soft hogi… main enjoy karunga. Samjhi?”
Main saans pakadte huye unke seene se chipki rahi. Unke lund ka cum abhi bhi andar feel ho raha tha, unki baatein, unki tarif, unki siskariyan… sab room mein gunj raha tha. Dheere-dheere nangi kiya, pehle missionary, phir doggy mein jamke choda… aur main unke under unki baatein sunte huye unka paani le rahi thi.
Us din doctor ne mujhe kuch tablet diye. “Yeh lo. Garbh nirodh ke liye. Roz ek. Agle mahine period aa jaayenge. Tension mat lo.”
Main ne goli shuru kar di. Mahina guzar gaya. Period aa gaya—normal, thoda dard ke saath. Mummy ko jab bataya to unhone gehri saans li. “Thank God… ab theek hai. Doctor ne sahi dawai di.”
Mummy ne kaha phir se doctor ko dikha aao, confirm ho jaaye. Main clinic gayi. Normal check-up hua. Doctor ne pet press kiya, sawal pooche, report dekhi. “Sab normal hai. Period aa gaya, theek hai. Ab se regular checkup karte rahna.”
Jab main nikalne lagi to unhone dheere se kaha, “Parson shaam… private chamber. Aana. Akele.”
Main samajh gayi. Do din baad main phir se unke private flat pe pahunch gayi. Darwaza khola, andar liya, latch laga diya.
Doctor ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. “Period aa gaya… ab free ho. Aaj dheere-dheere… poora time hai.”
Unhone pehle meri kameez ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Kameez utari. Phir bra ke straps neeche kiye, hooks khole, bra hata diya. Meri soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya, dabaya, masla.
“Ab bhi utni soft… thoda halka ho gaya swelling. Accha lag raha hai.”
Phir salwar ka naada khola, neeche kiya. Panty ko side se pakad kar dheere-dheere utaar diya. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Unhone mujhe bed par litaya aur khud ke kapde nikalne lage—shirt, pant, underwear. Unka lund pehle se hard tha.
Main ne unka lund dekhte huye kaha, “Doctor… aaj condom use karo… ya pani chut se bahar nikalna. Last baar risk ho gaya tha. Ab nahi.”
Unhone muskuraate huye kaha, “Theek hai. Jo tum kaho. Aaj bahar nikal dunga. Tension mat lo. Ab aao…”
Unhone meri thighs kholi, apna lund mere muhane par set kiya aur dheere-dheere andar push kiya. “Ahh… soft… abhi bhi tight…”
Main siskari nikalne lagi. “Ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Unhone poora lund andar tak daala, phir slow motion shuru kiya. Bahar-andar, dheere-dheere. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan bounce karti. Unhone unhe pakad kar choosne lage.
“Kitni soft chut… ahh… period ke baad aur bhi clean. Bol… kaisa lag raha hai?”
“Ahh… deep… ahh… doctor… ahh… maza… ahh…”
Unhone pace thoda badhaya lekin dheere hi rakha. Thap… thap… thap… geeli awaaz. “Teri yeh soft chunchiyan… dabata hoon… choosta hoon… ahh… perfect shape. Jawaan body… ab meri.”
Main unke dhakkon ke saath siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Unhone meri legs ko thoda aur khol diya, angle change kiya. “Ab feel kar… poora andar… ahh… kitni garam ho. Last baar cum andar choda tha… aaj bahar nikalunga. Promise.”
“Ahh… haan… ahh… bahar… ahh… doctor… ahh…”
Unhone continuous slow-deep dhakke maarte rahe. Kabhi meri chunchi chooste, kabhi kaan ke paas gandi baatein karte—
“Teri chut itni soft hai ki control mushkil ho raha… ahh… lekin aaj tumhari baat maanunga… bahar nikalunga… ahh…”
Main kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… ho raha… ahh… andar se… ahh…”
Unhone thodi der aur choda, phir pace badha diya. “Ab nikalta… bahar…”
Unhone last strong thrusts maare aur lund bahar nikaal liya. Uske haath se hilate huye apna paani mere pet par, chunchiyon par giraya. Garam cum meri soft skin par fail gaya. Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi, siskariyan lete huye.
“Ahhh… ahhh…”
Unhone thodi der mujhe sahlaate huye kaha, “Dekha… bahar nikaal diya. Ab se jab bhi aana… yahi rule. Condom ya bahar. Samjhi? Tera jism… ab regular chahiye.”
Main unke seene se chipki rahi, unke cum ko apni skin par feel karte hue
ANITA PATEL
31-08-2026, 11:07 PM
New update
Doctor ke paas se ghar wapas aayi. Sab kuch phir se normal ho gaya. college, ghar, mummy-papa… routine chal raha tha. Period aa chuka tha, tension kam ho gayi thi. Kai din aise hi guzar gaye.
Phir ek din achanak phone aaya. Papa ka accident ho gaya tha. Sarak par gaadi se takra gaye. Dono pair kharab ho gaye—ek mein fracture, doosre mein severe injury. Hospital mein admit kiye. Doctor ne kaha, “Kai mahine lagenge. Walk nahi kar paayenge jaldi. Full rest.”
Ghar mein paise ki tension aa gayi. Hospital ka kharcha, dawai, care… mummy pareshan ho gayi. Papa ke ek purane friend the—Ramesh uncle. Unhone madad ki offer ki. Hospital aaye, kharcha sambhala, ghar bhi aane-jaane lage.
Ek shaam Ramesh uncle ghar aaye. Papa hospital mein the. Mummy unse baat kar rahi thi kharche ke baare mein. Main apne room mein thi, lekin awaaz sun rahi thi.
Ramesh uncle ne dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi… main madad kar raha hoon. Lekin… ek shart hai. Mujhe… ek raat chahiye. Aapke saath. Bas ek raat. Uske baad jitni madad chahiye, karunga. Warna… abhi jo de raha hoon, wo bhi band.”
Mummy ki awaaz kaamp uthi. “Ramesh… yeh kya baat kar rahe ho? Mere pati… unke friend…”
“Majboori hai bhabhi. Main bhi akela hoon. Aapki body… kai dino se nazar hai. Ek raat. Aap maan jao to main sab arrange kar dunga. Hospital ka poora kharcha, ghar ka bhi.”
Lambi silence rahi. Phir mummy ki awaaz aayi, dheemi aur tooti hui—
“Theek hai… majboori hai. Ek raat. Bas… Anita ko pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
Raat ke 11 baje Ramesh uncle phir aaye. Mummy ne mujhe pehle hi so jaane ko kaha tha. Main room mein light band karke leti rahi, lekin neend nahi aayi. Thodi der baad un dono ki awaaz aayi. Wo bagal wale kamre mein gaye—papa ka study room, jisme ek single bed thi.
Main dheere se uthi. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Main diwar se chipak kar jhaankne lagi.
Andar Ramesh uncle ne mummy ko kaha, “Kapde utaro bhabhi. Aaj raat tumhari hoon.”
Mummy ne kaampte huye saree ka pallu hataya. Blouse ke buttons khole. Blouse utara. Bra ke hooks khole. Unki soft, bhari hui chunchiyan nikal aayin. Ramesh uncle ne turant dono haathon se unhe pakad liya.
“Bahut soft… kai dino se sochta tha. Itni bhaari. Aahh…”
Usne dabaya, masla, phir jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Zor se choosne laga. Mummy ki siskari nikal gayi—
“Ahh… dheere… Ramesh… ahh…”
Usne doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye kaha, “Nahi dheere. Aaj poori raat. Petticoat bhi utaro.”
Mummy ne petticoat aur panty neeche kiye. Ab bilkul nangi thin. Ramesh uncle ne unhe bed par litaya. Khud ke kapde jaldi utaare. Uske lund khada tha—mota aur tight.
Usne mummy ki thighs kholi. “Bol bhabhi… kaisa lag raha hai? Apne pati ke friend ke saath nangi…”
Mummy ne aankhein band karke kaha, “Majboori hai… ahh… kar lo…”
Usne apna lund unki chut par set kiya aur dheere-dheere andar push kiya. “Ahh… soft… garam… aahh…”
Mummy ki gehari siskari nikal gayi. “Ahhh… andar… ahh…”
Usne poora lund daal diya aur dhakke shuru kiye. Thap… thap… thap…
“Le bhabhi… poora… ahh… kitni tight… ahh… tere pati ke baad… aaj main…”
Mummy siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. Gehre dhakke. Unki chunchiyon ko pakad kar choosne laga saath mein. “Bol… maza aa raha hai? Ahh… teri yeh soft chunchiyan… dabata hoon… ahh…”
“Ahh… ahh… haan… ahh… jamke… ahh…”
Usne unhe doggy mein palat diya. Peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora lund daal diya. “Ahhh…!”
Ab tez dhakke. Thap-thap… thap-thap… zor se. “Le… peeche se… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… chut faad raha hoon… ahh…”
Mummy ki siskariyan ab tez thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… deep… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne unke baal pakad kar kheencha. “Bol… kiska lund zyada mota hai? Tere pati ka ya mera? Ahh… bol…”
“Ahh… tumhara… ahh… mota… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Lambi der tak usne unhe choda—kabhi missionary, kabhi doggy, kabhi unhe upar bitha kar. Har position mein unki siskariyan, uski gandi baatein, thap-thap ki awaaz…
“Bhabhi… teri chut itni garam… ahh… raat bhar… ahh… nikalne wala… andar…”
Usne last thrusts maare aur apna paani mummy ki chut mein chod diya. “Le… sab… ahh…”
Mummy kaampte huye uske under thi, siskariyan lete huye. “Ahhh… garam… ahh…”
Main diwar se chipki hui yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Mummy ki nangi body, unke kapde floor par, Ramesh uncle ke dhakke, unki baatcheet, siskariyan, thap-thap… poora scene. Papa ke friend ke saath mummy ki majboori wali chudai… main chupke se dekhte huye kaamp rahi thi.
Main diwar se chipki hui dekh rahi thi. Ramesh uncle ne mummy ko abhi bhi bed par litaya hua tha. Unka pehla cum abhi bhi unki chut se tipak raha tha, lekin uska lund phir se hard ho gaya tha.
Usne mummy ke dono legs ko fold karke unke chest tak daba diya. Missionary deep position. Lund ek hi dhakke mein andar tak chala gaya.
“Ahhh…!”
Usne gehre, mazboot dhakke shuru kiye. Har thrust pe uska lund poora andar, base tak. Thap… thap… thap…
“Le bhabhi… itna deep… ahh… teri chut kitni soft hai… ahh… pati ke baad aaj main faad raha hoon…”
Mummy ki siskariyan tez thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… deep… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne unki dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar zor se dabaya, masla. “Yeh soft chunchiyan… kitni bhaari… ahh… choosta hoon…”
Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li, zor se choosne laga, daant se kaata. Doosri ko haath se flatten karta raha. Dhakke continuous the.
“Bol… kaisa lag raha hai? Ahh… mera lund… ahh…”
“Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Thodi der baad usne lund bahar nikaala. Mummy ko jaldi se palat diya. Doggy style. Hips upar, face bed par. Usne peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora lund daal diya.
“Ahhh…!”
Ab tez aur gehre dhakke. Thap-thap… thap-thap… zor ki awaaz. Usne mere hips nahi… mummy ke soft kulhon ko dono haathon se pakad kar pelna shuru kar diya.
“Le peeche se… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… bounce dekh… ahh… kitni perfect…”
Mummy ki siskariyan ab bilkul control ke bahar thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… deep… ahh… itna… ahh… mat chhod… ahh…”
Usne ek haath aage badha kar unki chunchi pakad li, peeche se dhakke maarte huye masalne laga. “Bol bhabhi… kisko de rahi ho yeh chut? Apne pati ko ya mujhe? Ahh… bol…”
“Ahh… tumhe… ahh… tumhe de rahi… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Usne baal pakad kar thoda kheencha. Back arch ho gayi. Dhakke aur tez. “Teri chut itni garam… ahh… nikaal rahi hai ras… ahh… pi jaunga…”
Lambi der tak doggy mein choda. Phir usne mummy ko upar bitha diya. Cowgirl. Mummy uske lund pe baith gayi, poora andar.
“Ab tu hil… jamke… ahh…”
Mummy ne hips upar-neeche karni shuru ki. Pehle dheere, phir tez. Unki soft chunchiyan uske face ke upar bounce kar rahi thin. Usne unhe pakad kar choosne laga.
“Haan… aise… ahh… teri yeh soft chunchiyan mere muh mein… ahh… maza aa gaya… ahh…”
Mummy ki siskariyan continuous thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… ahh… poora… ahh… le… ahh…”
Usne neeche se bhi thrust dena shuru kar diya. “Bol… aur gandi bol… kya chahiye tujhe?”
“Ahh… lund… ahh… tera mota lund… ahh… chut mein… ahh… bhar de… ahh…”
Usne unhe thodi der aise hi hilne diya, phir unhe side se litaya. Spoon position. Peeche se lund daal kar unki ek chunchi pakad li, doosre haath se clit ragadne laga. Dhakke slow lekin deep.
“Ab dheere… ahh… feel kar… poora… ahh… teri soft body… ahh…”
Mummy kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… ahh… wahan… ahh… ho raha… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. “Nikal saath mein… ahh… meri bhabhi… ahh…”
Mummy ki body tight ho gayi. Unki siskariyan tez ho gayi. “Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh…”
Unka climax aa gaya. Chut ne uske lund ko tightly squeeze kiya. Ramesh uncle ne bhi control khoya. Usne gehre dhakke maarte huye apna doosra paani unki chut mein chod diya.
“Le… sab… ahh… le ja… ahh…”
Dono kaampte huye chipke rahe. Cum unki thighs se bed par girne laga. Mummy ki siskariyan ab dheemi thi, lekin body abhi bhi hil rahi thi.
Doctor ke paas se ghar wapas aayi. Sab kuch phir se normal ho gaya. college, ghar, mummy-papa… routine chal raha tha. Period aa chuka tha, tension kam ho gayi thi. Kai din aise hi guzar gaye.
Phir ek din achanak phone aaya. Papa ka accident ho gaya tha. Sarak par gaadi se takra gaye. Dono pair kharab ho gaye—ek mein fracture, doosre mein severe injury. Hospital mein admit kiye. Doctor ne kaha, “Kai mahine lagenge. Walk nahi kar paayenge jaldi. Full rest.”
Ghar mein paise ki tension aa gayi. Hospital ka kharcha, dawai, care… mummy pareshan ho gayi. Papa ke ek purane friend the—Ramesh uncle. Unhone madad ki offer ki. Hospital aaye, kharcha sambhala, ghar bhi aane-jaane lage.
Ek shaam Ramesh uncle ghar aaye. Papa hospital mein the. Mummy unse baat kar rahi thi kharche ke baare mein. Main apne room mein thi, lekin awaaz sun rahi thi.
Ramesh uncle ne dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi… main madad kar raha hoon. Lekin… ek shart hai. Mujhe… ek raat chahiye. Aapke saath. Bas ek raat. Uske baad jitni madad chahiye, karunga. Warna… abhi jo de raha hoon, wo bhi band.”
Mummy ki awaaz kaamp uthi. “Ramesh… yeh kya baat kar rahe ho? Mere pati… unke friend…”
“Majboori hai bhabhi. Main bhi akela hoon. Aapki body… kai dino se nazar hai. Ek raat. Aap maan jao to main sab arrange kar dunga. Hospital ka poora kharcha, ghar ka bhi.”
Lambi silence rahi. Phir mummy ki awaaz aayi, dheemi aur tooti hui—
“Theek hai… majboori hai. Ek raat. Bas… Anita ko pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
Raat ke 11 baje Ramesh uncle phir aaye. Mummy ne mujhe pehle hi so jaane ko kaha tha. Main room mein light band karke leti rahi, lekin neend nahi aayi. Thodi der baad un dono ki awaaz aayi. Wo bagal wale kamre mein gaye—papa ka study room, jisme ek single bed thi.
Main dheere se uthi. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Main diwar se chipak kar jhaankne lagi.
Andar Ramesh uncle ne mummy ko kaha, “Kapde utaro bhabhi. Aaj raat tumhari hoon.”
Mummy ne kaampte huye saree ka pallu hataya. Blouse ke buttons khole. Blouse utara. Bra ke hooks khole. Unki soft, bhari hui chunchiyan nikal aayin. Ramesh uncle ne turant dono haathon se unhe pakad liya.
“Bahut soft… kai dino se sochta tha. Itni bhaari. Aahh…”
Usne dabaya, masla, phir jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Zor se choosne laga. Mummy ki siskari nikal gayi—
“Ahh… dheere… Ramesh… ahh…”
Usne doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye kaha, “Nahi dheere. Aaj poori raat. Petticoat bhi utaro.”
Mummy ne petticoat aur panty neeche kiye. Ab bilkul nangi thin. Ramesh uncle ne unhe bed par litaya. Khud ke kapde jaldi utaare. Uske lund khada tha—mota aur tight.
Usne mummy ki thighs kholi. “Bol bhabhi… kaisa lag raha hai? Apne pati ke friend ke saath nangi…”
Mummy ne aankhein band karke kaha, “Majboori hai… ahh… kar lo…”
Usne apna lund unki chut par set kiya aur dheere-dheere andar push kiya. “Ahh… soft… garam… aahh…”
Mummy ki gehari siskari nikal gayi. “Ahhh… andar… ahh…”
Usne poora lund daal diya aur dhakke shuru kiye. Thap… thap… thap…
“Le bhabhi… poora… ahh… kitni tight… ahh… tere pati ke baad… aaj main…”
Mummy siskariyan le rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. Gehre dhakke. Unki chunchiyon ko pakad kar choosne laga saath mein. “Bol… maza aa raha hai? Ahh… teri yeh soft chunchiyan… dabata hoon… ahh…”
“Ahh… ahh… haan… ahh… jamke… ahh…”
Usne unhe doggy mein palat diya. Peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora lund daal diya. “Ahhh…!”
Ab tez dhakke. Thap-thap… thap-thap… zor se. “Le… peeche se… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… chut faad raha hoon… ahh…”
Mummy ki siskariyan ab tez thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… deep… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne unke baal pakad kar kheencha. “Bol… kiska lund zyada mota hai? Tere pati ka ya mera? Ahh… bol…”
“Ahh… tumhara… ahh… mota… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Lambi der tak usne unhe choda—kabhi missionary, kabhi doggy, kabhi unhe upar bitha kar. Har position mein unki siskariyan, uski gandi baatein, thap-thap ki awaaz…
“Bhabhi… teri chut itni garam… ahh… raat bhar… ahh… nikalne wala… andar…”
Usne last thrusts maare aur apna paani mummy ki chut mein chod diya. “Le… sab… ahh…”
Mummy kaampte huye uske under thi, siskariyan lete huye. “Ahhh… garam… ahh…”
Main diwar se chipki hui yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Mummy ki nangi body, unke kapde floor par, Ramesh uncle ke dhakke, unki baatcheet, siskariyan, thap-thap… poora scene. Papa ke friend ke saath mummy ki majboori wali chudai… main chupke se dekhte huye kaamp rahi thi.
Main diwar se chipki hui dekh rahi thi. Ramesh uncle ne mummy ko abhi bhi bed par litaya hua tha. Unka pehla cum abhi bhi unki chut se tipak raha tha, lekin uska lund phir se hard ho gaya tha.
Usne mummy ke dono legs ko fold karke unke chest tak daba diya. Missionary deep position. Lund ek hi dhakke mein andar tak chala gaya.
“Ahhh…!”
Usne gehre, mazboot dhakke shuru kiye. Har thrust pe uska lund poora andar, base tak. Thap… thap… thap…
“Le bhabhi… itna deep… ahh… teri chut kitni soft hai… ahh… pati ke baad aaj main faad raha hoon…”
Mummy ki siskariyan tez thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… deep… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”
Usne unki dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar zor se dabaya, masla. “Yeh soft chunchiyan… kitni bhaari… ahh… choosta hoon…”
Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li, zor se choosne laga, daant se kaata. Doosri ko haath se flatten karta raha. Dhakke continuous the.
“Bol… kaisa lag raha hai? Ahh… mera lund… ahh…”
“Ahh… maza… ahh… jamke… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Thodi der baad usne lund bahar nikaala. Mummy ko jaldi se palat diya. Doggy style. Hips upar, face bed par. Usne peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora lund daal diya.
“Ahhh…!”
Ab tez aur gehre dhakke. Thap-thap… thap-thap… zor ki awaaz. Usne mere hips nahi… mummy ke soft kulhon ko dono haathon se pakad kar pelna shuru kar diya.
“Le peeche se… ahh… teri yeh soft gaand… ahh… bounce dekh… ahh… kitni perfect…”
Mummy ki siskariyan ab bilkul control ke bahar thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… deep… ahh… itna… ahh… mat chhod… ahh…”
Usne ek haath aage badha kar unki chunchi pakad li, peeche se dhakke maarte huye masalne laga. “Bol bhabhi… kisko de rahi ho yeh chut? Apne pati ko ya mujhe? Ahh… bol…”
“Ahh… tumhe… ahh… tumhe de rahi… ahh… chod… ahh…”
Usne baal pakad kar thoda kheencha. Back arch ho gayi. Dhakke aur tez. “Teri chut itni garam… ahh… nikaal rahi hai ras… ahh… pi jaunga…”
Lambi der tak doggy mein choda. Phir usne mummy ko upar bitha diya. Cowgirl. Mummy uske lund pe baith gayi, poora andar.
“Ab tu hil… jamke… ahh…”
Mummy ne hips upar-neeche karni shuru ki. Pehle dheere, phir tez. Unki soft chunchiyan uske face ke upar bounce kar rahi thin. Usne unhe pakad kar choosne laga.
“Haan… aise… ahh… teri yeh soft chunchiyan mere muh mein… ahh… maza aa gaya… ahh…”
Mummy ki siskariyan continuous thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… ahh… poora… ahh… le… ahh…”
Usne neeche se bhi thrust dena shuru kar diya. “Bol… aur gandi bol… kya chahiye tujhe?”
“Ahh… lund… ahh… tera mota lund… ahh… chut mein… ahh… bhar de… ahh…”
Usne unhe thodi der aise hi hilne diya, phir unhe side se litaya. Spoon position. Peeche se lund daal kar unki ek chunchi pakad li, doosre haath se clit ragadne laga. Dhakke slow lekin deep.
“Ab dheere… ahh… feel kar… poora… ahh… teri soft body… ahh…”
Mummy kaamp rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… Ramesh… ahh… wahan… ahh… ho raha… ahh…”
Usne pace badha diya. “Nikal saath mein… ahh… meri bhabhi… ahh…”
Mummy ki body tight ho gayi. Unki siskariyan tez ho gayi. “Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh…”
Unka climax aa gaya. Chut ne uske lund ko tightly squeeze kiya. Ramesh uncle ne bhi control khoya. Usne gehre dhakke maarte huye apna doosra paani unki chut mein chod diya.
“Le… sab… ahh… le ja… ahh…”
Dono kaampte huye chipke rahe. Cum unki thighs se bed par girne laga. Mummy ki siskariyan ab dheemi thi, lekin body abhi bhi hil rahi thi.
ANITA PATEL
04-10-2026, 01:11 PM
NEW UPDATE
Me subah 7 baje apne ghar se nikal rahi thi. College ke liye late ho raha tha. Neeli jeans aur tight white kurta pehni hui thi. Kurta ka deep neck uske bade-bade boobs ko ache se dikha raha tha. Woh seedhe niche aa rahi thi ki baju wale uncle ke ghar se ek teez rona sunai diya.
Woh ruk gayi. Uncle ka 8 mahine ka beta Rohan zor-zor se ro raha tha. Uske maa sirf 4 din pehle guzar gayi thi. Cancer se. Poora mohalla dukhi tha, lekin ab baccha bechara maa ke doodh ke liye tarap raha tha.
Anita ne socha, “Chalo dekh leti hoon.” Woh uncle ke darwaze ke paas gayi. Darwaza half open tha. Usne knock kiya.
“Uncle… main Anita. Kya hua?”
Andar se uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Aaja beta… Rohan nahi man raha.”
Anita andar gayi. Chhoti si baithak mein uncle sofe par baithe the. Unke haath mein bottle thi, lekin Rohan usko nahi le raha tha. Baccha unke kandhe par latak kar zor-zor se raha tha. Uncle ke chehre par thakan thi. Unki umar 42-43 ke around thi. Strong body, thodi si pet, lekin abhi bhi attractive. Unhone pajama pehna hua tha aur upar sirf baniyan.
Anita ne Rohan ko dekha. Baccha laal-laal ho rakha tha rone se. Uske chhote-chhote haath hawa mein hil rahe the.
“Uncle, doodh nahi le raha?” Anita ne pucha, apni awaaz mein soft sympathy daalte hue.
Uncle ne sir hilaya. “Nahi beta… 2 ghante se try kar raha hoon. Bottle se bhi nahi peeta. Bechara maa ko yaad karta hai shayad.”
Anita ke dil mein kuchh hil gaya. Woh aage badhi. “Main try karoon?”
Uncle ne uski taraf dekha. Unki nazar thodi der ke liye Anita ke boobs par atak gayi. White kurta mein uske full round boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Unhone jaldi se nazar hata li, lekin Anita ne dekh liya.
“Haan… try kar lo,” uncle ne kaha, awaaz thodi si bhaari ho gayi.
Anita ne Rohan ko apni godi mein le liya. Baccha ab bhi raha tha. Uske chhote munh se “maa… maa…” jaisi awaazein nikal rahi thi. Anita ne usko apne seene se sata liya. Bacche ka munh uske kurta ke upar se uske left breast ko dhoondh raha tha.
Anita ke andar ek ajeeb si feeling uthne lagi. Woh thoda shy hui, lekin usne decide kiya. Usne apne right haath se apne kurta ka button khola. Ek… do… teen. Kurta ka upar wala hissa khul gaya. Uske full, soft, creamy white boobs bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye. Black bra thi, jo uske heavy boobs ko barely cover kar pa rahi thi.
Uncle ki saansen ruk gayi. Unki aankhein seedhe Anita ke open cleavage aur bra ke upar se nikalte hue soft flesh par atak gayi.
Anita ne bra ka cup thoda side kiya. Uske left nipple bilkul nanga ho gaya – dark pink, thoda sa bada, soft. Usne Rohan ke munh ko us nipple ke paas le gayi.
Bacche ne turant chusna shuru kar diya. Zor se. Jaise koi bhookha ho.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se halki si awaaz nikal gayi. Bacche ka munh garam aur geela tha. Woh uske nipple ko poori tarah se munh mein leke chus raha tha. Kabhi-kabhi halka sa daant se daba bhi raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul chup the. Unki nazar Anita ke nange breast par atki hui thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise baccha uske soft boob ko chus raha hai. Kaise Anita ka boob thoda sa hil raha hai chusne se. Kaise uske dusre breast bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye hain.
Anita ne apni aankhein uthayi. Uncle usko ghoor rahe the. Unki nazar bilkul uske nange nipple aur bacche ke munh par thi. Anita ke cheeks laal ho gaye, lekin usne kurta nahi band ki.
Rohan zor-zor se chus raha tha, lekin doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ke boobs mein doodh nahi tha. Woh virgin thi, kabhi pregnant nahi hui thi. Baccha frustrate hote hote aur zor se chusne laga.
“Ahh… dheere…” Anita ne halki si awaaz nikaali. Uske nipple ab sensitive ho chuke the. Bacche ke chusne se halka sa dard aur pleasure mix ho raha tha.
Uncle ne apni position change ki. Woh sofe par aise baithe ki unka lower body saaf dikh raha tha. Unke pajame mein ek lambi, moti, hard line ban chuki thi. Unka lund bilkul khada ho chuka tha. Thick shaft pajame ke kapde ko upar utha raha tha. Tip ke paas ek geela sa dag bhi dikh raha tha – precum se.
Anita ki nazar wahan chali gayi. Uske munh se halki si saans nikal gayi. Woh dekh rahi thi uncle ka bada, hard lund pajame ke andar se. Kitna mota lag raha tha. Kitna lamba.
Uncle ne bhi dekh liya ki Anita unke lund ko dekh rahi hai. Unhone koi sharam nahi ki. Balki unhone apna ek haath dheere se apne thigh par rakh diya, jisse unka hard bulge aur clearly dikhne laga.
Rohan ab bhi chus raha tha, lekin ab rone laga kyunki doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ne usko thoda alag kiya. Uske nipple ab geele the, thode se swollen.
“Doodh nahi aa raha uncle…” Anita ne soft awaaz mein kaha. Uske boobs ab bhi bahar the. Ek bra se nanga, dusra almost nanga.
Uncle ne aage badh kar bottle uthayi. “Bottle se pila…”
Anita ne bottle li. Usne Rohan ko apni godi mein adjust kiya, lekin usne apna kurta nahi bandha. Uske dono boobs ab almost nange the. Bra ke cups dono side ho chuke the. Uske full, heavy, soft breasts uncle ke saamne bilkul open the. Pink nipples khade the, thode se geele.
Woh bottle se Rohan ko doodh pilane lagi. Baccha ab shaant hote hote pee raha tha. Anita ka ek haath bottle pakde hue tha, dusra haath uske apne right breast ko lightly support kar raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul close aa gaye the. Woh Anita ke bilkul bagal mein baithe the. Unki nazar continuously uske nange boobs par thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise uske soft flesh bottle ke saath hil rahe hain. Kaise uske nipples ab bhi thode se khade hain.
“Bahut bade hain tere…” uncle ne achanak dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein kaha. Unki awaaz mein lust saaf tha.
Anita ki aankhein unki taraf uthin. “Uncle…”
“Dekh raha hoon subah se,” uncle ne continue kiya. Unka haath ab apne hard lund par halka sa ragar raha tha pajame ke upar se. “Itne soft… itne full. Baccha jab chus raha tha na… mera lund bilkul paththar ho gaya.”
Anita ke boobs mein halki si thartharahat ho gayi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin usne apne boobs cover nahi kiye. Balki usne thoda sa apna seena aage kiya.
“Uncle… aap dekh rahe the…” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.
“Haan. Tere nipple ko… kaise baccha munh mein le raha tha. Kitna soft lag raha hoga.” Uncle ne ab apna pajama thoda neeche kiya. Unka bada, mota, dark lund bahar nikal aaya. Fully hard. Nasein saaf dikh rahi thin. Sir par ek moti drop of precum chamak rahi thi.
Anita ki aankhein phail gayin. Woh dekhti rahi uncle ke lund ko. Kitna bada tha. Uske haath se bhi mota.
Rohan ab dheere-dheere so raha tha bottle peekar. Anita ne usko carefully sofe par lita diya. Ab dono ke beech sirf thodi si doori thi.
Uncle ne apna haath aage badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne dheere se Anita ke left breast ko chhua. Soft, garam, heavy.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se awaaz nikal gayi.
Uncle ne uske boob ko pure haath se pakad liya. Masla. Weight feel kiya. Phir unhone uske nipple ko apni ungliyon se pinch kiya.
“Itna soft… aur ye nipple… abhi bhi geela hai bacche ke munh se.”
Anita ki saansen tez ho gayi. Woh uncle ke lund ko dekh rahi thi jo ab unke haath ke bilkul paas tha. Unhone apna haath uncle ke lund par rakh diya. Garam. Hard. Pulsating.
“Uncle… ye… bahut bada hai…” usne kaha, awaaz mein sharam aur excitement dono.
Uncle ne uske dusre breast ko bhi pakad liya. Ab dono haathon se uske boobs masal rahe the. Kabhi upar se, kabhi neeche se, kabhi nipples ko tightly pinch karke.
“Roz subah aise hi aa jaaya kar,” uncle ne kaha, unki awaaz ab bilkul heavy thi. “Rohan ko doodh pila… aur main tera ye doodh nikalta rahunga.”
Anita ne uncle ke lund ko dheere-dheere upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya. Uske soft haath se unka mota lund aur hard ho gaya.
Uncle ne jhuk kar uske ek nipple ko munh mein le liya. Zor se chusa. Bilkul waise jaise Rohan chus raha tha, lekin adult tarike se – jeebh se ghumate hue, daant se lightly kaatte hue.
“Ahhh… Uncle… aahh…” Anita ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Uske haath mein uncle ka lund aur tez move karne laga.
Woh dono aise hi rahe – Anita ke nange, heavy boobs uncle ke munh aur haathon mein, unka bada hard lund Anita ke soft haath mein, aur sofe par soya hua baccha.
Bahut der baad uncle ne uske nipple ko chhodte hue kaha, “Aaj college mat ja… yahin ruk. Poora din main tera ye doodh piunga… aur tu mera.”
Anita ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya. Uske boobs ab laal pad chuke the chusne aur masalne se. Nipples swollen the.
Me subah 7 baje apne ghar se nikal rahi thi. College ke liye late ho raha tha. Neeli jeans aur tight white kurta pehni hui thi. Kurta ka deep neck uske bade-bade boobs ko ache se dikha raha tha. Woh seedhe niche aa rahi thi ki baju wale uncle ke ghar se ek teez rona sunai diya.
Woh ruk gayi. Uncle ka 8 mahine ka beta Rohan zor-zor se ro raha tha. Uske maa sirf 4 din pehle guzar gayi thi. Cancer se. Poora mohalla dukhi tha, lekin ab baccha bechara maa ke doodh ke liye tarap raha tha.
Anita ne socha, “Chalo dekh leti hoon.” Woh uncle ke darwaze ke paas gayi. Darwaza half open tha. Usne knock kiya.
“Uncle… main Anita. Kya hua?”
Andar se uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Aaja beta… Rohan nahi man raha.”
Anita andar gayi. Chhoti si baithak mein uncle sofe par baithe the. Unke haath mein bottle thi, lekin Rohan usko nahi le raha tha. Baccha unke kandhe par latak kar zor-zor se raha tha. Uncle ke chehre par thakan thi. Unki umar 42-43 ke around thi. Strong body, thodi si pet, lekin abhi bhi attractive. Unhone pajama pehna hua tha aur upar sirf baniyan.
Anita ne Rohan ko dekha. Baccha laal-laal ho rakha tha rone se. Uske chhote-chhote haath hawa mein hil rahe the.
“Uncle, doodh nahi le raha?” Anita ne pucha, apni awaaz mein soft sympathy daalte hue.
Uncle ne sir hilaya. “Nahi beta… 2 ghante se try kar raha hoon. Bottle se bhi nahi peeta. Bechara maa ko yaad karta hai shayad.”
Anita ke dil mein kuchh hil gaya. Woh aage badhi. “Main try karoon?”
Uncle ne uski taraf dekha. Unki nazar thodi der ke liye Anita ke boobs par atak gayi. White kurta mein uske full round boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Unhone jaldi se nazar hata li, lekin Anita ne dekh liya.
“Haan… try kar lo,” uncle ne kaha, awaaz thodi si bhaari ho gayi.
Anita ne Rohan ko apni godi mein le liya. Baccha ab bhi raha tha. Uske chhote munh se “maa… maa…” jaisi awaazein nikal rahi thi. Anita ne usko apne seene se sata liya. Bacche ka munh uske kurta ke upar se uske left breast ko dhoondh raha tha.
Anita ke andar ek ajeeb si feeling uthne lagi. Woh thoda shy hui, lekin usne decide kiya. Usne apne right haath se apne kurta ka button khola. Ek… do… teen. Kurta ka upar wala hissa khul gaya. Uske full, soft, creamy white boobs bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye. Black bra thi, jo uske heavy boobs ko barely cover kar pa rahi thi.
Uncle ki saansen ruk gayi. Unki aankhein seedhe Anita ke open cleavage aur bra ke upar se nikalte hue soft flesh par atak gayi.
Anita ne bra ka cup thoda side kiya. Uske left nipple bilkul nanga ho gaya – dark pink, thoda sa bada, soft. Usne Rohan ke munh ko us nipple ke paas le gayi.
Bacche ne turant chusna shuru kar diya. Zor se. Jaise koi bhookha ho.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se halki si awaaz nikal gayi. Bacche ka munh garam aur geela tha. Woh uske nipple ko poori tarah se munh mein leke chus raha tha. Kabhi-kabhi halka sa daant se daba bhi raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul chup the. Unki nazar Anita ke nange breast par atki hui thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise baccha uske soft boob ko chus raha hai. Kaise Anita ka boob thoda sa hil raha hai chusne se. Kaise uske dusre breast bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye hain.
Anita ne apni aankhein uthayi. Uncle usko ghoor rahe the. Unki nazar bilkul uske nange nipple aur bacche ke munh par thi. Anita ke cheeks laal ho gaye, lekin usne kurta nahi band ki.
Rohan zor-zor se chus raha tha, lekin doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ke boobs mein doodh nahi tha. Woh virgin thi, kabhi pregnant nahi hui thi. Baccha frustrate hote hote aur zor se chusne laga.
“Ahh… dheere…” Anita ne halki si awaaz nikaali. Uske nipple ab sensitive ho chuke the. Bacche ke chusne se halka sa dard aur pleasure mix ho raha tha.
Uncle ne apni position change ki. Woh sofe par aise baithe ki unka lower body saaf dikh raha tha. Unke pajame mein ek lambi, moti, hard line ban chuki thi. Unka lund bilkul khada ho chuka tha. Thick shaft pajame ke kapde ko upar utha raha tha. Tip ke paas ek geela sa dag bhi dikh raha tha – precum se.
Anita ki nazar wahan chali gayi. Uske munh se halki si saans nikal gayi. Woh dekh rahi thi uncle ka bada, hard lund pajame ke andar se. Kitna mota lag raha tha. Kitna lamba.
Uncle ne bhi dekh liya ki Anita unke lund ko dekh rahi hai. Unhone koi sharam nahi ki. Balki unhone apna ek haath dheere se apne thigh par rakh diya, jisse unka hard bulge aur clearly dikhne laga.
Rohan ab bhi chus raha tha, lekin ab rone laga kyunki doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ne usko thoda alag kiya. Uske nipple ab geele the, thode se swollen.
“Doodh nahi aa raha uncle…” Anita ne soft awaaz mein kaha. Uske boobs ab bhi bahar the. Ek bra se nanga, dusra almost nanga.
Uncle ne aage badh kar bottle uthayi. “Bottle se pila…”
Anita ne bottle li. Usne Rohan ko apni godi mein adjust kiya, lekin usne apna kurta nahi bandha. Uske dono boobs ab almost nange the. Bra ke cups dono side ho chuke the. Uske full, heavy, soft breasts uncle ke saamne bilkul open the. Pink nipples khade the, thode se geele.
Woh bottle se Rohan ko doodh pilane lagi. Baccha ab shaant hote hote pee raha tha. Anita ka ek haath bottle pakde hue tha, dusra haath uske apne right breast ko lightly support kar raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul close aa gaye the. Woh Anita ke bilkul bagal mein baithe the. Unki nazar continuously uske nange boobs par thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise uske soft flesh bottle ke saath hil rahe hain. Kaise uske nipples ab bhi thode se khade hain.
“Bahut bade hain tere…” uncle ne achanak dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein kaha. Unki awaaz mein lust saaf tha.
Anita ki aankhein unki taraf uthin. “Uncle…”
“Dekh raha hoon subah se,” uncle ne continue kiya. Unka haath ab apne hard lund par halka sa ragar raha tha pajame ke upar se. “Itne soft… itne full. Baccha jab chus raha tha na… mera lund bilkul paththar ho gaya.”
Anita ke boobs mein halki si thartharahat ho gayi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin usne apne boobs cover nahi kiye. Balki usne thoda sa apna seena aage kiya.
“Uncle… aap dekh rahe the…” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.
“Haan. Tere nipple ko… kaise baccha munh mein le raha tha. Kitna soft lag raha hoga.” Uncle ne ab apna pajama thoda neeche kiya. Unka bada, mota, dark lund bahar nikal aaya. Fully hard. Nasein saaf dikh rahi thin. Sir par ek moti drop of precum chamak rahi thi.
Anita ki aankhein phail gayin. Woh dekhti rahi uncle ke lund ko. Kitna bada tha. Uske haath se bhi mota.
Rohan ab dheere-dheere so raha tha bottle peekar. Anita ne usko carefully sofe par lita diya. Ab dono ke beech sirf thodi si doori thi.
Uncle ne apna haath aage badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne dheere se Anita ke left breast ko chhua. Soft, garam, heavy.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se awaaz nikal gayi.
Uncle ne uske boob ko pure haath se pakad liya. Masla. Weight feel kiya. Phir unhone uske nipple ko apni ungliyon se pinch kiya.
“Itna soft… aur ye nipple… abhi bhi geela hai bacche ke munh se.”
Anita ki saansen tez ho gayi. Woh uncle ke lund ko dekh rahi thi jo ab unke haath ke bilkul paas tha. Unhone apna haath uncle ke lund par rakh diya. Garam. Hard. Pulsating.
“Uncle… ye… bahut bada hai…” usne kaha, awaaz mein sharam aur excitement dono.
Uncle ne uske dusre breast ko bhi pakad liya. Ab dono haathon se uske boobs masal rahe the. Kabhi upar se, kabhi neeche se, kabhi nipples ko tightly pinch karke.
“Roz subah aise hi aa jaaya kar,” uncle ne kaha, unki awaaz ab bilkul heavy thi. “Rohan ko doodh pila… aur main tera ye doodh nikalta rahunga.”
Anita ne uncle ke lund ko dheere-dheere upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya. Uske soft haath se unka mota lund aur hard ho gaya.
Uncle ne jhuk kar uske ek nipple ko munh mein le liya. Zor se chusa. Bilkul waise jaise Rohan chus raha tha, lekin adult tarike se – jeebh se ghumate hue, daant se lightly kaatte hue.
“Ahhh… Uncle… aahh…” Anita ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Uske haath mein uncle ka lund aur tez move karne laga.
Woh dono aise hi rahe – Anita ke nange, heavy boobs uncle ke munh aur haathon mein, unka bada hard lund Anita ke soft haath mein, aur sofe par soya hua baccha.
Bahut der baad uncle ne uske nipple ko chhodte hue kaha, “Aaj college mat ja… yahin ruk. Poora din main tera ye doodh piunga… aur tu mera.”
Anita ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya. Uske boobs ab laal pad chuke the chusne aur masalne se. Nipples swollen the.
ANITA PATEL
04-10-2026, 01:25 PM
NEW update
Uncle ne Anita ko dheere se bed pe lita diya. Anita ki saans tez ho rahi thi, uske dil ki dhadkan bistar ke neeche se sunai de rahi thi. Uncle ke haath uske kurte ke neeche se ghum rahe the, uski garam jild ko mehsus karte hue.
“Anita… aaj main tujhe bilkul nanga karunga,” Uncle ne gehri awaaz mein kaha, uske kaan ke paas muh laate hue. “Poora. Ek kapda bhi nahi rahega tere badan pe.”
Anita ne sharm se aankhein neeche ki, lekin uske hothon pe muskuraahat thi. “Uncle… aap… aap jo karna chahte ho…”
Uncle ne pehle uska kurta upar kiya. Dheere-dheere, jaise koi tohfa khol raha ho. Kurta sir se nikalte hi Anita ke soft, bade boobs bra mein tight bandhe hue the. Uncle ne bra ke hook khole, aur uske boobs azaad ho gaye. Unke upar ke nipple already hard the. Uncle ne unhe haath mein leke dheere se dabaaya, anguthe se nipples ko ghumana shuru kiya.
“Ahh… Uncle…” Anita ki muh se pehli siskari nikal gayi.
Phir Uncle ne uski skirt ka zip khola aur neeche khinch diya. Ab Anita sirf panty mein thi. Uncle ne uski panty ke dono taraf se haath daale aur ek jhatke mein neeche kheench liya. Anita ab poori nangi thi—bed pe leti hui, pair thode se failaye hue, chut pe halka sa bal, aur uske andar se already geela pan nikal raha tha.
Uncle ne apne kapde bhi utaar diye. Uska lund already pura tight aur khada tha, sir se pre-cum nikal raha tha. Woh Anita ke upar aa gaya, uske boobs pe muh rakh kar choosne laga.
“Mmm… Uncle… aahh… zor se…” Anita ke haath Uncle ke baalon mein ulajh gaye.
Uncle ne uski chut pe haath feraya. Do ungliyan andar daal di. Anita ki chut geeli thi, garmi se bharni hui.
“Itni geeli ho gayi hai tu…” Uncle ne kaha, ungliyan andar-bahar karte hue. “Kitni garmi hai is chut mein…”
“Uncle… please… ab andar daalo…” Anita ne haath jodte hue kaha, aankhein band karke.
Uncle ne uske pair failaye, lund ka sir uski chut ke ched pe rakha aur dheere se dhakka diya. Ek hi dhakke mein aadha lund andar chala gaya.
“Ahhhhh… Uncle… itna bada…” Anita ki aawaz mein dard aur maza dono the. Uske naakhin Uncle ke peeth pe gad gaye.
Uncle ne poora lund andar dhakel diya. Anita ki chut uske lund ko poori tarah nigal gayi. Phir Uncle ne dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye. Pehle soft, phir thoda tez.
“Ah… ah… ah… Uncle… aise… haan…” Anita ki siskariyan kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Har dhakke ke saath uske boobs upar-neeche hil rahe the.
Uncle ne pehli position mein hi uski chut ko acchi tarah se kundi. Phir usne Anita ko side se ghumaya. Spoon position mein uske peeche se lund andar daala. Ek haath se uske boobs daba raha tha, doosre haath se uski clit ko masal raha tha.
“Anita… teri yeh gandi chut… kitni tight hai…” Uncle ne uske kaan mein kaha.
“Uncle… aapke lund se meri chut phatne wali hai… ahhh… zor se chodo…” Anita ne peeche haath badha ke Uncle ke hips ko dabaaya.
Phir Uncle ne Anita ko doggy style mein kar diya. Anita ne haath-ghutne bed pe tikaye, kamar uthayi. Uncle ne peeche se uski chut mein lund daala aur zor-zor se dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath Anita ki aawaz nikal rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… Uncle… maar rahe ho… aise hi… aise hi chodo meri chut ko…”
Uncle ne uske baal pakad liye aur peeche kheenchte hue chudai karne laga. Anita ki aawaz aur teez ho gayi. Uske muh se laar nikal rahi thi, aankhein band thi, sirf maza le rahi thi.
“Bol… kiski chut hai yeh?” Uncle ne poocha, dhakke teez karte hue.
“Aapki… Uncle… aapki chut hai… ahhh… sirf aapki…”
Phir Uncle ne Anita ko upar bithaya—cowgirl position. Anita ne Uncle ke lund pe baithte hi aankhein band kar li. Woh khud upar-neeche hilne lagi. Uske boobs Uncle ke muh ke saamne the, jo woh choos raha tha.
“Anita… itni garmi se hil rahi hai… teri chut meri lund ko nichod rahi hai…”
“Uncle… main… main aane wali hoon… ahhhh…”
Anita ki pehli orgasm aayi. Uske pair kaampne lage, chut ki muscles Uncle ke lund ko zor se daba rahi thi. Woh chillayi—
“Ahhh… Uncle… nikal raha hai… meri chut se… ahhhhh…”
Uncle ne usko neeche litaya, uske pair kandhe pe chadhaye aur missionary mein zor se chodne laga. Ab dhakke bahut teez the. Bed ki charpai khad-khad kar rahi thi. Anita ki siskariyan aur Uncle ki haan-haan ki awaazein mil rahi thi.
“Anita… ab main bhi… teri chut mein nikalne wala hoon…”
“Haan Uncle… andar hi nikal do… meri chut mein bhar do apna cum…”
Uncle ne aakhri kai zor ke dhakke maare aur phir gehra saans lete hue Anita ki chut ke andar hi jhad gaya. Garam cum ki dhaar uski chut mein bhar gayi. Anita ne bhi saath mein doosri baar orgasm feel kiya. Uske pure badan mein jhatke aa rahe the.
Dono paas-paas let gaye, saans phooli hui. Uncle ka lund abhi bhi Anita ki chut mein tha, dheere-dheere naram ho raha tha. Cum uski jaanghon pe se nikal kar bed pe gir raha tha.
Uncle ne Anita ke maathe pe chumma liya. “Aaj to maine tujhe acchi tarah se choda…”
Anita ne muskuraate hue kaha, “Uncle… abhi to bas shuruaat hai… thodi der baad phir se…”
Kamre mein ab sirf unki saansein aur halki siskariyan bachi thi.
Uncle ne Anita ko dheere se bed pe lita diya. Anita ki saans tez ho rahi thi, uske dil ki dhadkan bistar ke neeche se sunai de rahi thi. Uncle ke haath uske kurte ke neeche se ghum rahe the, uski garam jild ko mehsus karte hue.
“Anita… aaj main tujhe bilkul nanga karunga,” Uncle ne gehri awaaz mein kaha, uske kaan ke paas muh laate hue. “Poora. Ek kapda bhi nahi rahega tere badan pe.”
Anita ne sharm se aankhein neeche ki, lekin uske hothon pe muskuraahat thi. “Uncle… aap… aap jo karna chahte ho…”
Uncle ne pehle uska kurta upar kiya. Dheere-dheere, jaise koi tohfa khol raha ho. Kurta sir se nikalte hi Anita ke soft, bade boobs bra mein tight bandhe hue the. Uncle ne bra ke hook khole, aur uske boobs azaad ho gaye. Unke upar ke nipple already hard the. Uncle ne unhe haath mein leke dheere se dabaaya, anguthe se nipples ko ghumana shuru kiya.
“Ahh… Uncle…” Anita ki muh se pehli siskari nikal gayi.
Phir Uncle ne uski skirt ka zip khola aur neeche khinch diya. Ab Anita sirf panty mein thi. Uncle ne uski panty ke dono taraf se haath daale aur ek jhatke mein neeche kheench liya. Anita ab poori nangi thi—bed pe leti hui, pair thode se failaye hue, chut pe halka sa bal, aur uske andar se already geela pan nikal raha tha.
Uncle ne apne kapde bhi utaar diye. Uska lund already pura tight aur khada tha, sir se pre-cum nikal raha tha. Woh Anita ke upar aa gaya, uske boobs pe muh rakh kar choosne laga.
“Mmm… Uncle… aahh… zor se…” Anita ke haath Uncle ke baalon mein ulajh gaye.
Uncle ne uski chut pe haath feraya. Do ungliyan andar daal di. Anita ki chut geeli thi, garmi se bharni hui.
“Itni geeli ho gayi hai tu…” Uncle ne kaha, ungliyan andar-bahar karte hue. “Kitni garmi hai is chut mein…”
“Uncle… please… ab andar daalo…” Anita ne haath jodte hue kaha, aankhein band karke.
Uncle ne uske pair failaye, lund ka sir uski chut ke ched pe rakha aur dheere se dhakka diya. Ek hi dhakke mein aadha lund andar chala gaya.
“Ahhhhh… Uncle… itna bada…” Anita ki aawaz mein dard aur maza dono the. Uske naakhin Uncle ke peeth pe gad gaye.
Uncle ne poora lund andar dhakel diya. Anita ki chut uske lund ko poori tarah nigal gayi. Phir Uncle ne dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye. Pehle soft, phir thoda tez.
“Ah… ah… ah… Uncle… aise… haan…” Anita ki siskariyan kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Har dhakke ke saath uske boobs upar-neeche hil rahe the.
Uncle ne pehli position mein hi uski chut ko acchi tarah se kundi. Phir usne Anita ko side se ghumaya. Spoon position mein uske peeche se lund andar daala. Ek haath se uske boobs daba raha tha, doosre haath se uski clit ko masal raha tha.
“Anita… teri yeh gandi chut… kitni tight hai…” Uncle ne uske kaan mein kaha.
“Uncle… aapke lund se meri chut phatne wali hai… ahhh… zor se chodo…” Anita ne peeche haath badha ke Uncle ke hips ko dabaaya.
Phir Uncle ne Anita ko doggy style mein kar diya. Anita ne haath-ghutne bed pe tikaye, kamar uthayi. Uncle ne peeche se uski chut mein lund daala aur zor-zor se dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath Anita ki aawaz nikal rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… Uncle… maar rahe ho… aise hi… aise hi chodo meri chut ko…”
Uncle ne uske baal pakad liye aur peeche kheenchte hue chudai karne laga. Anita ki aawaz aur teez ho gayi. Uske muh se laar nikal rahi thi, aankhein band thi, sirf maza le rahi thi.
“Bol… kiski chut hai yeh?” Uncle ne poocha, dhakke teez karte hue.
“Aapki… Uncle… aapki chut hai… ahhh… sirf aapki…”
Phir Uncle ne Anita ko upar bithaya—cowgirl position. Anita ne Uncle ke lund pe baithte hi aankhein band kar li. Woh khud upar-neeche hilne lagi. Uske boobs Uncle ke muh ke saamne the, jo woh choos raha tha.
“Anita… itni garmi se hil rahi hai… teri chut meri lund ko nichod rahi hai…”
“Uncle… main… main aane wali hoon… ahhhh…”
Anita ki pehli orgasm aayi. Uske pair kaampne lage, chut ki muscles Uncle ke lund ko zor se daba rahi thi. Woh chillayi—
“Ahhh… Uncle… nikal raha hai… meri chut se… ahhhhh…”
Uncle ne usko neeche litaya, uske pair kandhe pe chadhaye aur missionary mein zor se chodne laga. Ab dhakke bahut teez the. Bed ki charpai khad-khad kar rahi thi. Anita ki siskariyan aur Uncle ki haan-haan ki awaazein mil rahi thi.
“Anita… ab main bhi… teri chut mein nikalne wala hoon…”
“Haan Uncle… andar hi nikal do… meri chut mein bhar do apna cum…”
Uncle ne aakhri kai zor ke dhakke maare aur phir gehra saans lete hue Anita ki chut ke andar hi jhad gaya. Garam cum ki dhaar uski chut mein bhar gayi. Anita ne bhi saath mein doosri baar orgasm feel kiya. Uske pure badan mein jhatke aa rahe the.
Dono paas-paas let gaye, saans phooli hui. Uncle ka lund abhi bhi Anita ki chut mein tha, dheere-dheere naram ho raha tha. Cum uski jaanghon pe se nikal kar bed pe gir raha tha.
Uncle ne Anita ke maathe pe chumma liya. “Aaj to maine tujhe acchi tarah se choda…”
Anita ne muskuraate hue kaha, “Uncle… abhi to bas shuruaat hai… thodi der baad phir se…”
Kamre mein ab sirf unki saansein aur halki siskariyan bachi thi.
ANITA PATEL
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