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

[Anita patel]

Hy friend 

Me Anita Gujarat se 44 year House wife 
Aapne meri kahaani jo niche link he 
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https://xossipy.com/thread-74568-post-6272407.html

Husband ne chudwaya paise ki khatir 
 Bahot rispons diya  , story me dhire dhire likh Rahi hu 
Vo meri real story he is lie kisi or carecter add bhi nahi kar sakti 
Jo huaa he mere sath vo hinlikh sakti hu.

Is lie socha ki koi or kahani Jo mere jivan me nahi hui 
Uski fantasy ya kalpna ki soch likhu. 
Dhire dhire kahani likhti jaungi .

[Hotgiri]

Nice, aap roleplay karna chahati ho ya sex chat to @riyabhan telegram pe msg karo

[Anita patel]

UPADET 1

Main Anita, us waqt 17 saal ki thi. 12th class mein padhti thi, college ki last year, exams ka pressure tha, lekin raat ko jab padhai khatam ho jaati thi, to main akele apne kamre mein baith kar apne sharir ko dekhne lagti thi. Mirror ke saamne, dheere-dheere, bina kisi sharam ke.

Mere baal lambey, kaale, kamar tak aate the. Jab main unhe khol deti thi to wo mere peeth par fail jaate the, narm aur thode se geele se, jaise abhi naha kar aayi hoon. Chehra gol-gol, badi-badi aankhein, jinki palken lambi thi. Naak patli, hoth bade aur gulabi, thode se mote, jaise kisi ne unhe chus kar laal kiya ho. Jab main unhe apni ungli se chhuti thi to wo naram pad jaate the.



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Gardan lambi aur patli. Uske neeche meri gardan se lekar seene tak ek naram line jaati thi. Mere boobs us umar mein pure develop ho chuke the. Bade, bhaari, gol-gol, size C ke kareeb. Unke upar ki twacha bahut naram thi, jaise silk. Nipples gulabi-brown, thode se bade, aur unke around areola thoda dark. Jab main thandi hawa mein khadi hoti thi ya apne haath se unhe dabaati thi, to nipples tight ho jaate the, khade ho jaate the. Main unhe dono haathon se uthati thi, weight feel karti thi, unhe dheere-dheere press karti thi. Beech mein jo gap tha, usme pasina jam jaata tha garmi mein. Kabhi-kabhi main unhe apne college ke blouse ke andar se feel karti thi—tight bra ke neeche wo dabey huye rehte the, lekin raat ko jab bra khol deti thi to wo azaad ho jaate the, thoda jhulne lagte the.

Pet mera flat tha, lekin soft. Naabhi ke around ek chhoti si line thi. Uske neeche se meri kamar patli thi, phir hips bahut wide ho jaati thi. Mera lower body full aur round tha. Gaand meri badi, soft, aur gol thi. Jab main mirror ke saamne khadi hokar peeche mudti thi to dono sides se wo bilkul ripe fruit jaise dikhte the. Unke beech mein jo deep cleft tha, wahan touch karne par bahut sensitive feel hota tha. Main unhe dono haathon se dabati thi, alag karti thi, apni ungliyon se unke andar ke soft hisson ko feel karti thi.

Phir aage... mere thighs motey, soft, aur ek doosre se chipke huye. Unke beech ka hissa bahut naram tha. Wahan se upar meri chut thi. Us waqt meri pubic hair thodi si thi, soft black curls, jo main kabhi-kabhi trim karti thi. Outer lips thode se bade aur soft the, dark pink. Unke andar inner lips thode se nikalte the, aur beech mein clit jo chhota sa tha lekin bahut sensitive. Jab main ungli se usko chhuti thi to pura sharir kaamp uthata tha. Uske neeche se jo opening thi, wahan se kabhi-kabhi natural wetness nikal aati thi, sticky aur warm. Main dheere-dheere apni ungli se lips ko kholti thi, andar feel karti thi—bahut tight, naram, aur garam. Kabhi-kabhi do ungliyan daal kar dheere-dheere move karti thi, aur feel karti thi ki kitna tight hai abhi bhi.

Mere pair lambey the, ankles patle, feet chhote aur naram. Poora sharir jaise kisi ne soft clay se banaya ho—touch karne par yield karta tha, heat deta tha.

Raat ko jab light band karke bed par leti thi, to main apne haathon se pure sharir ko explore karti thi. Boobs se shuru karke, pet, hips, gaand, phir thighs ke beech, aur last mein chut. Kabhi-kabhi itni der tak touch karti thi ki saans tez ho jaati thi, body gili ho jaati thi, aur ek deep vibration andar se uthati thi. 18 saal ki umar, 12th class ki padhai, lekin raaton ko mera sharir meri sabse badi kitaab ban jaata tha—jo main bar-bar padhti thi, feel karti thi, aur apne aap se milti thi.

      Subah college jaane se pehle mirror ke saamne khadi hoti thi. Pehle pure nangi, phir dheere-dheere kapde pehenti thi. Aaj main detail se bataungi ki bra, panty aur tight college uniform pehenne ke baad mera sharir kaise dikhta tha.

Pehle panty. Soft cotton ki, light pink ya white, college ke liye plain. Main usko apne pairon se chadhaati thi. Jab wo meri thighs ke upar se slide hoti thi, to meri soft moti thighs usko thoda stretch karti thi. Panty meri gaand ke pure round shape ko cover karti thi, lekin peeche se thoda upar chadh jaati thi beech wali deep line mein. Aage se meri chut ke outer lips ko tightly press karti thi. Soft cotton meri pubic hair ke upar chipak jaata tha. Beech mein jo thodi si wetness hoti thi subah, usse panty ka middle hissa halka sa dark ho jaata tha. Jab main side se dekhti thi to panty meri hips ke curves ko bilkul clear dikhati thi—bade, soft, aur heavy. Gaand ke dono sides se panty ki elastic thodi si dig jaati thi, jaise wo itna bada shape sambhal nahi paa rahi ho.

Phir bra. Simple white or skin-colour cotton bra, underwire wali, kyunki mere boobs us waqt pure bhaari the. Main pehle straps chadhaati thi, phir cups ke andar apne boobs ko set karti thi. Jaise hi cups unhe uthate the, mere boobs upar ko lift ho jaate the, cleavage deep ho jaati thi. Bra ke cups mere nipples ko tightly press karte the. Kabhi-kabhi nipples thode khade ho jaate the to bra ke fabric se clearly outline dikhta tha. Side se dekhne par bra meri boobs ka full round shape dikhati thi, lekin thoda compressed. Beech mein jo gap tha, wahan bra ki middle band tight thi. Peeche se hooks tight karne par mera peeth ka upper hissa thoda pull hota tha, aur boobs aage ko aur jut jaate the. Mirror mein dikhta tha—do bade, soft mounds, bra ke andar bandhe huye, lekin unka weight abhi bhi feel hota tha.

Ab college uniform. Hamare college ka uniform bahut fit tha. White half-sleeve shirt, aur neeche navy-blue skirt (ya kuch colleges mein salwar, lekin mera skirt wala tha). Shirt pehle. Main usko pehenti thi bra ke upar. Buttons bandhane par shirt mere boobs ke upar tight ho jaati thi. Doosre aur teesre button ke beech se cleavage clearly dikhti thi agar thoda sa bhi jhukti thi. Shirt ka fabric thin tha, isliye bra ke straps aur cups ka outline halka-halka nazar aata tha, especially dhoop mein. Mere boobs ke weight se shirt ke front panel thode se stretch ho jaate the. Sleeves mere soft upper arms ko cover karti thi, lekin arms ke shape clear the.

Phir skirt. Knee-length, lekin meri hips aur gaand ke kaaran wo peeche se bahut tight ho jaati thi. Jab main skirt pehenti thi to wo meri wide hips ko tightly wrap karti thi. Peeche se meri badi soft gaand ka pure shape clearly dikhta tha—do round cheeks, beech mein panty ki line thodi si press hui. Skirt ka fabric hips ke widest part par tight tha, isliye chalne par wo left-right hilta tha. Aage se skirt meri thighs ke upar se smoothly fall karti thi, lekin jab main baithti thi to thighs ke beech se thoda upar uth jaati thi. Skirt ke neeche panty thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi hawa mein skirt uthne par panty ka white edge dikh jaata tha.

Poora uniform pehenne ke baad mirror mein main khudi ko dekhti thi. Upar se white shirt mein mere bade boobs prominently jutey huye, cleavage deep, nipples ka halka outline. Kamar patli, phir neeche navy skirt mein hips aur gaand ka heavy, round, soft shape bilkul clear. Thighs moti, soft, ek doosre se chipki hui, skirt ke neeche se dikhti thi jab main chalti thi. college bag uthane par shirt aur tight ho jaati thi, boobs aur press hote the. Class mein baithte waqt skirt peeche se tight rehti thi, gaand ka shape chair par clearly press hota tha.

Kabhi-kabhi main uniform ke upar se hi apne sharir ko feel karti thi. Shirt ke upar se boobs dabati thi, skirt ke upar se gaand aur hips ko. Kapdon ke neeche bra aur panty tight, sharir garam, aur andar se
soft wetness. 18 saal ki umar, 12th class ki student, lekin tight college uniform mein mera sharir bilkul alag dikhta tha— mature, full, soft, aur bahut tempting. Har button, har fold, har stretch mere curves ko chhupaane ke bajaye aur zyada highlight kar deta tha.


  college uniform pehen kar jab ghar se nikal ti thi to pure mohalle aur college mein meri taraf nazrein jud jaati thi. Tight white shirt aur navy-blue skirt ne mere sharir ke curves ko itna clear bana diya tha ki log apni nazar hata hi nahi paate the.

Pehle mohalle ke buddhe. Subah college jaate waqt gali se guzarti thi to dukaan ke bahar baithhe buddhe, paan ki dukaan wale, chai ki tapri wale, sab mere taraf dekhte the. Unki nazrein seedha meri chhati par jam jaati thi. White shirt ke doosre-teesre button ke beech se jo deep cleavage dikhti thi, uspe unki aankhein chipak jaati thi. Mere bade, bhaari boobs shirt ke andar se jutey huye, bra ke cups unhe upar uthaye huye. Kabhi-kabhi thodi hawa chal ti thi to shirt ka fabric mere nipples ke outline ko aur clear kar deta tha. Buddhe log apni aankhein niche nahi hataate the. Phir unki nazar peeche chali jaati thi—mere mote, gol kulhon par. Navy skirt peeche se itni tight thi ki meri soft badi gaand ka pure shape clear dikhta tha. Chalte waqt dono cheeks left-right hilte the, skirt ka fabric unke upar stretch hota tha. Buddhe log dheere se jhuk kar dekhte the, kabhi-kabhi aapas mein phusphusaate the. Main jaanti thi ki unki nazar meri chhati se shuru hokar mere mote kulhon par ruk jaati thi, aur wo us shape ko yaad rakhte the.

college mein to aur bhi zyada. Class ke ladke, corridor mein khade hone wale, library ke paas baithe wale—sab mere peeche peeche dekhte the. Jab main class mein enter karti thi to unki nazrein pehle meri chhati par jaati thi. Shirt tight, cleavage deep, boobs ka weight clearly feel hota tha. Baithte waqt jab main jhuk ti thi copy nikaalne ke liye, to cleavage aur zyada khul jaati thi. Ladke aankhein phaad kar dekhte the, kabhi-kabhi pencil gira kar jhukte the bas dekhne ke liye. Phir jab main blackboard ki taraf jaati thi ya corridor se guzarti thi, to unki nazar peeche mote kulhon par chipak jaati thi. Skirt meri wide hips aur soft gaand ko bilkul wrap kiye huye thi. Chalne par dono sides se hilna, peeche se panty ki line ka halka outline—sab kuch clear. Kabhi-kabhi ladke aapas mein kehte the, “Dekh uske peeche kitna bhari hai…”, lekin main sun kar bhi ignore karti thi.

Teachers bhi alag nahi the. Male teachers class mein padhate waqt meri taraf dekhte the. Main pehli seat par baithti thi. Unki nazar kitabon se uth kar meri chhati par chali jaati thi. Shirt ke buttons ke beech se jo soft mounds dikhte the, unpar unki aankhein ruk jaati thi. Kabhi-kabhi blackboard pe likhte-likhte peeche mudte the aur meri taraf dekhte the. Jab main stand hokar jawab deti thi to unki nazar pehle chhati, phir neeche mote kulhon par jaati thi. Skirt ke peeche se mera round, heavy shape clearly press hota tha. Kuch teachers toh itne close aate the ki main feel kar leti thi unki nazar ka weight. Physics wale sir, maths wale sir—sabke chehre pe wohi deewangi dikhti thi jab meri taraf dekte the.

Corridor mein, stairs pe, canteen ke paas—har jagah yahi scene. Ladke group mein khade hokar meri chhati aur peeche mote kulhon ko dekhte rehte the. Main chalti thi to unki nazrein mere boobs ke bounce ko follow karti thi, phir peeche gaand ke hilne ko. Uniform itna fit tha ki kuch chhupa nahi paata tha. Mere bade soft boobs shirt ke andar se call karte the, aur mote, gol kulhe peeche se invite karte the.

Raat ko jab ghar aati thi to sochti thi—poora din kitni nazrein meri chhati aur mote kulhon par rahi hongi. Buddhe, ladke, teachers… sab deewane. Main 17 saal ki thi, 12th class ki student, lekin mera sharir un sabke liye ek living temptation ban chuka tha. Chhati par unki nazar, peeche mote kulhon par unki deewangi—yeh mera roz ka haal tha.


Ek din ki bat he. college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Garmi thi, shirt thodi si body se chipki hui, boobs ka shape clear, peeche se skirt meri mote kulhon aur soft gaand ko tightly wrap kiye huye.

Raste mein ek buddha mil gaya. Umr 55-60 ke kareeb, patla, dhothi-kurta pehne, haath mein ek chhoti si jholi. Pehle to main uski taraf nahi dekhi, lekin uski nazar seedha meri chhati par jam gayi. Main chalti rahi, lekin usne dheere se awaaz di—

“Arre beti… kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj. Yeh shirt toh bilkul chipak gayi hai… upar se itna bhari… neeche se itna gol…”

Main tez kadam badhane lagi, lekin wo peeche peeche aa gaya. Uske kadam mere kadmon se match kar rahe the. Main thoda tez chali, wo bhi tez. Gali ke kone pe main mudne wali thi to usne phir kaha—

“Ruko na beti… itni jaldi kya hai? Dekho na, peeche se kitna bhari hai tumhara… skirt bilkul tight… dono taraf se hil raha hai. Buddhe aadmi hoon, bas dekhne do…”

Uski nazar ab meri chhati se hata kar seedha peeche mote kulhon par thi. Main jaanti thi ki wo meri gaand ke hilne ko ghoor raha hai. Skirt ke peeche se mera soft, round shape clearly dikh raha tha. Har kadam pe dono cheeks bounce kar rahe the, aur wo usko aankhon se kha raha tha.

Main thoda tez ho gayi, lekin wo peeche nahi chhoda. Gali ke dusre kone pe usne phir awaaz di, ab thodi si karrak ke saath—

“Kitni mature ho gayi ho… 12th class mein ho na? Chhati itni bhari, kulhe itne mote… jaise koi jawaan aurat. Peeche se dekh ke to dil karta hai haath laga doon… lekin bas dekh raha hoon.”

Main gusse mein mud kar dekhi to uski aankhein seedha meri cleavage par thi. Shirt ke buttons ke beech se jo deep gap dikh raha tha, uspe uski nazar chipki hui thi. Phir uski nazar neeche gayi—mere mote thighs aur peeche soft gaand par. Usne apni jholi ko adjust kiya, jaise kuch chhupa raha ho.

Main tez-tez chalne lagi. Wo bhi peeche peeche. Kabhi left side se aane ki koshish, kabhi right se. Uske muh se dheere-dheere taarif nikal rahi thi—

“Arre wah… chalti kaise ho… boobs upar-neeche, gaand left-right… poora body nach raha hai. Itna soft dikhta hai… buddha hoon lekin aankhein abhi jawaan hain. Ek baar haath se feel karne ka mann karta hai…”

Main ghar ke paas pahunchne wali thi. Usne last baar awaaz di, ab bilkul low voice mein—

“Kal bhi yahi time pe aana beti… main yahin khada rahunga. Tumhari chhati aur peeche mote kulhe dekhne ko mil jaayenge. Itna bhari body… koi bhi deewana ho jaaye.”

Main tez se ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi. Peeche mud kar dekhi to wo abhi bhi khada tha, aankhein meri peeth par, specifically mere mote kulhon aur tight skirt ke shape par. Uske chehre pe wohi deewangi thi jo mohalle ke dusre buddhon aur college ke ladkon-teachers mein dikhti thi.

Us din ke baad se main us raste se thoda alag jaati thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi wo mil hi jaata tha. Uski nazar hamesha meri chhati aur peeche mote kulhon par hi rehti thi. Taarif, peecha, aur wo bhookhi aankhein… 17 saal ki umar mein mera yeh roz ka haal ban chuka tha.

[Anita patel]

Kesi rahi saruaat dosto batana

[Hotgiri]

Nice update pls gif add karna

[Rizzi1198]

Mast start

[Kara lina]

nice......make this kinky type....use bhikari budda ....and make it long

[Anita patel]

college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Rasta thoda sunsaan pad gaya tha. Gali ke ek kone mein, jahaan do badi deewarein milti thin aur thodi si andheri si jagah thi, wahan main akele thi.

Tabhi peeche se usi buddhe ne mujhe pakad liya. Wahi 55-60 saal ka aadmi, jo pehle se meri taarif karta aur peecha karta tha. Usne ekdum se mera dono haath peeche se pakad liya aur mujhe deewar se sata diya. Main chillaane wali thi lekin usne ek haath se mera muh daba diya.

“Shhh… beti… aaj akele mil gayi… ab nahi chhodunga…”

Uske haath kathor the, buddhe aadmi ke haath—khurdare, garam, aur mazboot. Usne pehle mera muh dabaaye rakha, phir doosre haath se seedha meri chhati par rakh diya. Pehli baar kisi mard ka haath meri chunchiyon par pada tha. college uniform ki thin white shirt aur uske neeche soft bra ke upar se uska pura haath mere ek boob par jam gaya.

Usne dabocha. Zor se. Uske kathor ungliyan mere soft, bhaari boob ko masalne lagi. Shirt aur bra ke upar se hi usne pura cup pakad liya aur dheere-dheere press kiya, ghumaya, masla. Main kaanp uthi. Pehli baar kisi purush ke haath ka yeh feel… kathor, garam, aur bahut forceful. Mera boob uske haath mein soft dough ki tarah daba, shape change hota hua. Usne ungliyon se mere nipple ko bhi dhoondha aur usko bra ke upar se hi pinch kiya, ghumaya.

“Arre wah… kitna soft hai… itna bhari… pehli baar haath laga raha hoon aisi jawaan chhati par…”

Usne ab dono haath azaad kiye. Ek haath se mera muh dabaaye rakha, doosre se ab dono chunchiyon ko ek-ek karke masalne laga. Pehle left, phir right. Uske kathor haath mere soft mounds ko zor-zor se daba rahe the, upar-neeche, left-right. Shirt ke buttons thode se khulne lage pressure se. Bra ke cups uske haathon ke neeche flatten ho rahe the. Mere nipples ab fully tight ho chuke the, aur har baar jab uski ungli unpar padti thi to ek strange current sa body mein daud jaata tha.

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Main darti hui thi, lekin sharir react kar raha tha. Pehli baar kisi mard ke haath ka yeh kathor touch… mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne ab shirt ke andar haath daalne ki koshish ki. Buttons mein se ungliyan ghusakar seedha bra ke upar, phir bra ke cup ke andar. Uske khurdare haath ka seedha contact meri nangi chunchi par… main kaamp uthi. Usne pura soft flesh pakad liya aur zor se masla. Nipple ko ungliyon ke beech leke pinch kiya, kheenca, ghumaya.

“Itni soft… itni garam… buddha hoon lekin aaj poori tarah se feel kar lunga…”

Usne dono chunchiyon ko bra ke andar se hi pakad liya. Dono haath ab mere boobs par the. Kathor, mazboot haath mere soft, bhaari mounds ko daba-daba kar shape bigaad rahe the. Kabhi upar uthata, kabhi neeche dabaata, kabhi dono ko ek saath press karta. Mere cleavage mein uski ungliyan ghus jaati thin. Main saans nahi le pa rahi thi theek se. Pehli baar kisi purush ke haath ka yeh anubhav… kathor, hungry, aur bilkul control ke bahar.

Kuch der tak wo bas meri chunchiyon ko masalta raha. Kabhi soft, kabhi zor se. Mere boobs uske haathon mein red ho rahe the, sensitive ho rahe the. Shirt ab almost open si thi, bra displace ho chuki thi. Uske kathor haath ab freely mere nangi soft flesh ko feel kar rahe the—dabochna, masalna, pinch karna, ghumana.

Main aankhein band kiye khadi thi, deewar se sati hui. Pehli baar kisi mard ka haath meri kathor chhati par… yeh feel main kabhi nahi bhool paayi. Uske buddhe, khurdare, garam haathon ne meri 17 saal ki soft, bhaari chunchiyon ko aise masla jaise wo unka haq ho.


Dusre din bhi wahi rasta, wahi time. college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Kal wale kone se thoda pehle hi usi buddhe ne mujhe dekh liya. Aaj uske chehre pe aur zyada bhook thi.

Wo peeche se aaya aur bina kisi baat ke mujhe phir usi andheri kone mein dhakel diya. Deewar se sata diya. Main chillane wali thi lekin usne ek haath se mera muh daba diya.

“Aaj phir akele mil gayi… kal sirf haath se masla tha… aaj aur kuch karunga…”

Usne pehle dono haath se meri chhati pakad li. Kapdon ke upar se. White shirt aur bra ke upar se uske kathor haath mere soft boobs ko zor se dabaane lage. Kal jaisa hi, lekin aaj uska pressure aur zyada tha. Usne dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar upar-neeche kiya, ghumaya, masla. Shirt ke buttons thode se khulne lage. Phir usne jhuk kar seedha meri chhati par muh laga diya.

Kapdon ke upar se hi usne mere ek boob ko muh mein le liya. Shirt aur bra ke fabric ke through usne chusna shuru kiya. Garam, geela muh, kathor lips mere soft mound ko press kar rahe the. Usne daanton se halka sa kaata bhi, phir zor se choosne laga. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye. Mere nipple ko kapdon ke upar se hi usne muh mein leke kheenca, choosa, jeebh se ragda. Main kaanp rahi thi. Pehli baar kisi mard ke muh ka yeh feel… kapdon ke upar se hi itna intense.

Usne dono chunchiyon ko baari-baari se piya. Shirt ab geeli ho rahi thi uske thook se. Bra ke cups bhi thode se gile. Uske kathor lips aur jeebh kapdon ke through mere soft flesh ko feel kar rahe the. Kabhi zor se choosna, kabhi daant se halka kaatna, kabhi pure boob ko muh mein dabochna. Main saans nahi le pa rahi thi. Mere nipples ab fully hard the aur har choosne par ek strange current sa neeche tak jaata tha.

Phir usne ek haath neeche bhej diya. Skirt ke upar se pehle meri mote kulhon ko dabaya, phir aage ki taraf le gaya. Skirt ko thoda upar uthaya aur seedha meri panty ke upar haath rakh diya. Soft cotton panty ke upar se uske kathor haath ne meri chut ko pakad liya.

Usne ragadna shuru kiya. Panty ke upar se hi. Uske ungliyan meri soft outer lips ko press karte huye upar-neeche, left-right ghumane lagi. Beech mein jo sensitive jagah thi, uspar usne ungli se pressure daala aur gol-gol ragda. Panty ke fabric ke through uska kathor touch seedha meri chut par feel ho raha tha. Main aur kaanp uthi. Pehli baar kisi mard ke haath ka yeh neeche wala touch…

Usne ab do ungliyan panty ke upar se hi meri slit ke beech mein press kiya aur upar-neeche ragadne laga. Kabhi clit ke area par zor se ghumana, kabhi neeche opening ke paas pressure daalna. Panty dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi—meri natural wetness se. Uske haath ko wo wetness feel ho gayi hogi kyunki usne aur tez ragadna shuru kar diya.

Upar se wo ab bhi meri chunchiyon ko kapdon ke upar se pi raha tha. Ek haath se ek boob masalte huye, muh se doosre ko chooste huye, aur neeche uska kathor haath meri panty ke upar se meri chut ko ragad raha tha. Main deewar se sati hui, uske body ke against dabi hui. Uske saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi, garam aur tez.

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Kuch der tak yahi chalta raha. Upar chunchiyan kapdon ke upar se dabayi ja rahi thin, piyi ja rahi thin… neeche panty ke upar se chut ragdi ja rahi thi. Uske kathor haath aur muh ne mere 17 saal ke soft sharir ko aise use kiya jaise wo uska haq ho. Main aankhein band kiye, kaampte huye, pehli baar yeh sab feel kar rahi thi—kapdon ke upar se hi itna intense, itna dirty.

Jab usne chhoda to meri shirt geeli thi, bra displace, panty sticky, aur sharir pura kaamp raha tha. Usne last baar meri chut ko panty ke upar se ek zor ka pressure diya aur kaha—

“Kal se aur andar tak jaunga… aaj bas kapdon ke upar se maza le liya.”

Main kaampte huye wahan se bhaag gayi. Dusre din ka yeh anubhav… kapdon ke upar se chunchiyon ka dabna-peena aur panty ke upar se chut ka ragda… main kabhi nahi bhool paayi.


Char din ho gaye the buddha gayab tha. college jaana, aana, rasta… sab sunsaan lagta tha. Uske kathor haath ka sparsh, chhati dabane wala pressure, kapdon ke upar se chunchiyan peene wala feel, panty ke upar se chut ragadne wala touch… sab yaad aata tha. Pehle to darr lagta tha, lekin dheere-dheere yaad karke kuch-kuch maza bhi aane laga. Raat ko akele bed par leti to meri ungliyan khud hi chhati par chali jaati thin, uske haath jaisa dabane ki koshish karti thin. Neeche panty geeli ho jaati thi yaad karke. Bechaini badhti ja rahi thi. Uske sparsh ki aadat si pad gayi thi.

Phir ek Sunday aaya. Chhuti ka din. Ghar pe koi nahi tha, maa-baap market gaye the. Main gali mein thodi der ghoomne nikli. Uniform nahi, aaj simple salwar-kameez pehni thi, lekin andar bra-panty thi. Tabhi gali ke kone pe wahi buddha mil gaya. Uske chehre pe muskaan thi.

“Char din se tujhe dhoondh raha tha… aaj chhuti hai na? Chal, kahi le chalta hoon…”

Main mana nahi kar paayi. Bechaini itni thi ki uske peeche-peeche chali gayi. Usne mujhe gali ke peeche ek purane, khaali se makan mein le gaya. Kisi aur ka purana ghar, taale toote huye, andar andhera aur dhool. Usne darwaza band kiya aur mujhe ek kamre mein le gaya jahan ek purani charpai padi thi.

Bina kuch zyada bole usne mujhe charpai par bitha diya. Uske kathor haath seedha meri chhati par gaye. Kameez ke upar se dabaya, phir dheere-dheere buttons khole. Mere boobs bra mein bandhe huye the. Usne bra ke straps neeche kiye, hooks khole, aur bra bilkul hata diya bina pure kapde utaare. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan azaad ho gayi.

Usne turant muh laga diya. Is baar seedha nangi chhati par. Uske garam, geele lips mere ek boob ko pakad kar choosne lage. Zor se. Kathor jeebh se nipple ko ragda, daanton se halka kaata, pure soft flesh ko muh mein dabocha. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye. Main pehli baar itna intense feel kar rahi thi—bina kapdon ke, seedha uske muh ka contact. Mere nipples hard ho gaye, chunchiyan uske choosne se laal-si padne lagi. Main halki si siskari nikalne lagi.

Phir usne ek haath neeche bheja. Salwar ke andar, panty ke upar se pehle ragda, phir panty ko side mein kheench diya. Uske kathor ungli ne seedha meri chut ko touch kiya. Outer lips soft aur thodi geeli thin. Usne dheere-dheere beech ki slit ko khola aur ek ungli andar daal di.

Anita ki pehli baar… kisi mard ki ungli meri chut mein gayi. Bahut tight tha. Uske ungli ne dheere-dheere push kiya, andar tak. Main zor se kaanp uthi. Bahot garam feel hua. Uske kathor ungli meri soft, garam, geeli deewaron ko touch kar rahi thi, andar-bahar move karne lagi. Main aur geeli ho gayi. Usne doosri ungli bhi try ki, lekin pehli hi itni tight thi ki main siskari maarne lagi. Upar se wo ab bhi meri chunchiyan choos raha tha—ek ko muh se, doosri ko haath se masalte huye. Neeche uski ungli meri chut mein dheere-dheere ghum rahi thi, clit ko bhi ungli ke base se ragad raha tha. 

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Main bahot garam ho rahi thi. Pehli baar chut mein ungli ka yeh feel… dard thoda, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si garmi aur maza. Mera sharir kaamp raha tha, saans tez, chunchiyan uske muh mein geeli, chut uski ungli se aur sticky. Main aankhein band kiye uske against dabi hui thi.

Tabhi bahar se kisi ki aawaz aayi. Kisi aurat ki, ya shayad padosi ki—“Kaun hai andar? Darwaza kyun khula hai?”

Dono ekdum ruk gaye. Usne turant ungli nikaali, bra uthayi, meri chunchiyon ko jaldi se bra mein set kiya, hooks lagaye. Maine kameez ke buttons bandhe, salwar theek ki. Panty abhi bhi side mein thi, jaldi se theek ki. Dono kaampte huye, saans control karte huye alag ho gaye. Usne dheere se kaha—

“Agli baar poora time dunga… aaj bas itna.”

Main jaldi se wahan se nikal gayi. Bahar aawaz wala shayad door chala gaya tha. Ghar jaate waqt meri chunchiyan abhi bhi uske choosne se sensitive thin, aur chut mein uski ungli ka feel abhi bhi yaad aa raha tha—pehli baar, bahot garam, tight, aur sticky.


Do din baad college se wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Rasta pe wahi buddha khada mila. Uske chehre pe wohi bhookhi muskaan thi. Bina zyada kuch bole usne mera haath pakad liya aur seedha usi purane, khaali makan ki taraf le gaya. Darwaza band kiya, kamre mein le gaya jahan purani charpai thi.

Aaj uska irada clear tha. Usne mujhe charpai par lita diya. Pehle white shirt ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Bra ke straps neeche kiye, hooks khole, aur bra bilkul hata diya. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Usne turant muh laga diya—is baar bilkul bina kapdon ke, seedha nangi chhati par.

Uske garam, geele lips mere ek boob ko pure tarike se pakad kar choosne lage. Jeebh se nipple ko gol-gol ragda, daanton se halka kaata, pure soft flesh ko muh mein dabocha aur zor se piya. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye. Main siskari nikalne lagi. Uske thook se meri chunchiyan chamakne lagi, nipples fully hard. Wo baari-baari se dono ko chaat raha tha, choos raha tha, jeebh se pure soft mounds ko lick kar raha tha. Kabhi nipple ko muh mein leke kheenchta, kabhi pure boob ko daboch kar choosta. Meri chhati ab uske muh se geeli aur laal si thi.

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Phir usne neeche kaam shuru kiya. Skirt ko upar uthaya, panty ko dheere-dheere neeche kheench diya. Meri chut ab bilkul nangi thi. Usne mere mote thighs ko alag kiya aur jhuk gaya. Pehli baar kisi mard ki jeebh meri nangi chut par padi.

Usne pehle outer lips ko jeebh se chaata—dheere-dheere, upar se neeche. Phir beech ki slit ko khola aur seedha andar jeebh daal di. Garam, geeli, kathor jeebh meri soft, sticky deewaron ko lick karne lagi. Clit par usne special dhyan diya—gol-gol ghumaya, choosa, daanton se halka kaata. Main zor se kaanp uthi. Bahot intense tha. Uske thook se meri chut aur geeli ho gayi. Wo jeebh andar-bahar kar raha tha, kabhi clit choos raha tha, kabhi pure slit ko upar se neeche chaat raha tha. Uske kathor haath mere thighs ko pakde huye the, taaki main band na kar sakun.

Upar se usne ek haath meri chunchi par rakha hua tha, masalte huye. Neeche uski jeebh meri nangi chut ko chaat rahi thi, choos rahi thi. Main pehli baar itna naked feel kar rahi thi—chhati bilkul nangi uske muh mein, chut bilkul nangi uski jeebh par. Mera sharir garam ho raha tha, saans tez, siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Uske chaatne se meri chut aur sticky, aur sensitive ho gayi. Kabhi-kabhi wo jeebh ko deep andar tak le jaata, phir nikaal kar clit par focus karta.

Kuch der tak yahi chalta raha. Meri chunchiyan uske thook se chamakti hui, nipples bitten aur red. Neeche meri chut uski jeebh se bilkul geeli, swollen, aur kaamp rahi thi. Main charpai par leti hui, uniform ka upar ka hissa khula, skirt upar, panty side mein, aur buddha meri nangi chhati aur nangi chut ko chaat raha tha jaise koi bhookha ho.

Jab usne face uthaya to uske lips aur chin mere juices se geele the. Usne kaha—

“Aaj poori tarah chaat liya… agle baar aur deep jaunga.”

Usne bra wapas lagayi, shirt ke buttons bandhe, panty theek ki, skirt neeche kiya. Main kaampte huye, geeli chut aur sensitive chunchiyon ke saath wahan se nikal gayi. pehli baar itna direct, itna geela, itna intense. Main ghar jaate waqt bhi uski jeebh ka feel apni nangi chut par feel kar rahi thi.


Kai din ho gaye the buddha gayab tha. college jaana-aana, rasta, purana makan… sab jagah uski rah dekhti thi. Bechaini badhti ja rahi thi. Raat ko akele leti to yaad aata tha uske kathor haath ka chhati masalna, kapdon ke upar se choosna, nangi chunchiyan peena, aur jeebh se chut chaatna. Dheere-dheere woh feel achha lagne laga tha. Kabhi-kabhi khud hi apni chhati ko uske jaisa dabaati, masalti, ragadti… neeche panty geeli ho jaati thi. Koi chhati masle, ragde… aisa sochkar hi sharir mein garmi si fail jaati thi. Uske sparsh ki aadat si pad gayi thi.

Phir ek din college se wapas aate waqt wahi buddha mil gaya. Uske chehre pe muskaan thi, jaise jaanta ho ki main uski rah dekh rahi thi. Bina kuch zyada bole usne mera haath pakad liya aur seedha usi purane makan mein le gaya. Darwaza band kiya, kamre mein charpai par bithaya.

Aaj uska irada alag tha. Usne pehle meri shirt ke buttons khole, bra hataayi, meri soft chunchiyon ko thoda masla, choosa… jaise pehle. Main siskari nikalne lagi, bechaini thodi kam hui. Phir usne apna dhothi ka naada khola. Uske andar se uska lund nikal aaya.

Main pehli baar dekh rahi thi. Buddha tha, lekin uska lund mota, lambe-sa, thoda sa jhuka hua, aur poora khada tha. Upar se nasein dikh rahi thin, sir bada aur laal-sa. Neeche bal thode se safed. Main aankhein phaad kar dekh rahi thi—pehli baar kisi mard ka yeh hissa itne kareeb.

Usne mera haath pakad kar seedha uske lund par rakh diya. “Pakad… pehli baar dekh rahi hogi… ab haath se feel kar…”

Mera haath uske garam, kathor lund par pada. Soft skin ke neeche hard tha, garam, aur thoda sa pulse kar raha tha. Usne mera haath apne lund par ghumaya—upar se neeche, neeche se upar. Main pehli baar kisi mard ke lund ko haath mein pakde huye thi. Mota, bhaari, aur mere chhote haath mein pura fit nahi ho raha tha. Usne meri ungliyon ko uske sir ke aas-paas ghumaya, phir pure shaft ko pakad kar upar-neeche move karne ko kaha.

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Main dheere-dheere move karne lagi. Uske lund se ek sticky sa liquid nikal raha tha jo meri ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Usne mera doosra haath bhi le liya aur dono haathon se apne lund ko masalne ko kaha. Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin uska garam, hard feel meri hatheli mein tha. Kabhi-kabhi wo mera haath zor se press karta, taaki main aur tight pakdun. Uske muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin.

Upar se usne ek haath se meri nangi chunchi masalni shuru kar di. Neeche mera haath uske lund ko upar-neeche kar raha tha. Pehli baar dekhna, pehli baar haath mein lena… uska mota, garam, naseela lund meri soft hatheli mein. Main dekh rahi thi kaise mera haath uske upar move kar raha hai, kaise uska sir meri ungliyon ke beech se nikal raha hai.

Kuch der tak yahi chalta raha. Usne mera haath apne lund par tezi se move karwaya, kabhi slow, kabhi fast. Meri chunchiyan uske doosre haath se dabayi ja rahi thin. Main pehli baar kisi mard ke lund ko itne kareeb se dekh aur feel kar rahi thi—uski garmi, uski hardness, uski sticky top.

Jab usne haath chhoda to mera haath abhi bhi uske lund ki garmi se garam tha, sticky tha. Usne kaha—

“Aaj bas haath mein diya… agle baar aur kuch karunga.”

Usne apna lund wapas dhothi mein daala, meri bra lagayi, shirt bandhi. Main kaampte huye, haath mein uske lund ka feel liye huye wahan se nikal gayi. Kai din ki bechaini ke baad aaj… uska lund pehli baar dekhna aur apne haath mein lena…


Us din purane makan se nikalte waqt buddhe ne mera haath pakad kar kaha tha—

“Lagta hai aag dono taraf bhadak gayi hai… tujhe bhi bechaini ho rahi hai, mujhe bhi. Ab aise chhup-chhup ke nahi. Kahi aise milna chahiye jahan kisi baat ka dar na ho… poora time, poori azaadi.”

Main chup rahi, lekin uski baat sunkar dil zor se dhadka. Uske lund ka feel abhi bhi meri hatheli mein tha. Main jaanti thi ki ab aur aage badhna hai.

Do din baad Sunday aaya. Gharwale sab bahar prasang mein jaane wale the—kisi rishtedaar ke yahan. Subah se hi ghar mein tayyari chal rahi thi. Maa-baap, bhai, sab nikal gaye. Ghar bilkul khaali. Main akele thi.

Subah hi maine usko message bhej diya tha (usne pehle apna number de diya tha). “Aaj ghar khaali hai… aa jao.”

Usne jaldi se reply kiya—“Aa raha hoon.”

Uske aane se pehle main taiyar hone lagi. Pehle nahaayi, body ko soft banaya. Phir kapde chune. Aaj college uniform nahi. Ek simple white cotton ka kameez pehna, jo thoda transparent sa tha, neeche black bra clearly dikhti thi. Neeche soft pink panty, uske upar loose salwar. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda sa lipstick lagaaya. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apni chhati ko dekha—bra ke cups mein soft, bhaari. Neeche panty ke andar chut abhi bhi uski jeebh aur ungli ke yaad se thodi sensitive thi.

Main soch rahi thi… aaj ghar mein, kisi ke dar ke bina. Uske kathor haath, uska muh, uska lund… aaj time poora hai. Bechaini badh rahi thi. Kabhi window se jhaankti, kabhi door ke paas jaati. Dil dhadak raha tha.

Tabhi derwaze par halki si dastak hui. Main darwaza khola. Buddha khada tha—saaf kurta-dhothi pehne, chehre pe wohi bhookhi muskaan. Usne andar aate hi darwaza band kiya aur mera haath pakad liya.

“Aaj poora ghar khaali… ab kisi baat ka dar nahi. Tu taiyar dikh rahi hai…”

Uske nazar ne meri transparent kameez ke through black bra aur soft chunchiyon ko dekh liya. Phir neeche. Main thoda sa laal ho gayi, lekin andar se garmi fail rahi thi. Usne mujhe apne kareeb khincha aur meri chhati par haath rakh diya—kapdon ke upar se.

“Chal… aaj dheere-dheere sab karenge. Time poora hai.”

Main uske peeche-peeche apne kamre mein le gayi. Darwaza band kiya. Aaj pehli baar ghar mein, akele, kisi ke dar ke bina. Uske aane se pehle ki bechaini, uske liye taiyari, transparent kapde, khule baal… sab uske liye tha. Aag dono taraf bhadak chuki thi, aur aaj us aag ko poori tarike se milne ka mauka tha.

[harinder singh]

ANITA MAJA AA GYA NEW STORY READ KRKE 

I AM TO MUCH EXCITED KE AAGE KYA HONE WALA HAI KYA BUDHA UNCLE KYA AAP KE GAND BHI MARE GA YA SIRF CHOOT HE

[Anita patel]

UPDET 3

Main usko seedha mummy-papa ke bedroom mein le gayi. Bada double bed, soft mattress, clean sheets. Darwaza andar se band kiya. Buddha mere peeche-peeche aaya. Uske nazar ne pehle mere transparent kameez ke through black bra ko dekha, phir neeche.

Usne mera haath pakad kar bed ke paas khada kar diya. “Aaj dheere-dheere… sab kapde nikalenge. Pehli baar poori tarah nangi dekhunga tujhe.”

Pehle usne meri kameez ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Dheere-dheere. Har button ke saath uski ungliyan meri soft skin ko touch karti thin. Kameez khulte hi meri black bra fully dikh gayi—cups mein meri bhaari chunchiyan tight bandhi hui. Usne kameez ko meri shoulders se utaar diya. Ab main sirf bra aur salwar mein thi.

Phir usne bra ke straps ko dheere se neeche kiya. Peeche jaakar hooks khole. Bra aage se khul gayi. Usne usko dheere-dheere meri arms se utaar diya. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan bilkul azaad ho gayin. Nipples already hard the. Usne unhe sirf dekha, abhi touch nahi kiya. “Kitni sundar… pehli baar poori nangi chhati dekh raha hoon.”

Ab neeche. Usne meri salwar ka naada khola. Dheere-dheere salwar ko mere hips se neeche kheenchne laga. Salwar girte hi meri pink panty dikh gayi—soft cotton, jo already thodi geeli thi. Usne mujhe bed par bithaya, phir panty ke dono sides se pakad kar dheere-dheere neeche utaarne laga. Panty meri thighs se slide hoti hui neeche giri. Ab main bilkul nangi thi—pehli baar kisi mard ke saamne poori tarah.

Buddha meri nangi body ko upar se neeche tak dekh raha tha. Meri bhaari soft chunchiyan, flat pet, wide hips, mote soft kulhe, aur beech mein meri nangi chut—thodi si hair wali, soft lips, jo already sticky thin. Usne kaha, “Itni jawaan… itni soft… aaj poori tarah meri.”

Ab usne apne kapde nikalne shuru kiye. Kurta utaara. Uske buddhe, thode se khurdare chest dikhe, bal thode safed. Phir dhothi ka naada khola. Dhothi girte hi uska lund nikal aaya—pehle jaisa hi, mota, khada, naseela, sir laal-sa. Ab dono bilkul nange the.

Usne mujhe bed par lita diya. Mummy-papa ke soft bed par main nangi leti thi, aur buddha mere upar jhuk kar meri nangi body ko dekh raha tha. Usne pehle dono haath meri chunchiyon par rakhe—seedha nangi soft flesh. Dheere-dheere masalne laga. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya, choosne laga. Doosri ko haath se dabata hua.

Main pehli baar poori nangi, kisi mard ke saath, mummy-papa ke bed par… uske kathor haath aur garam muh meri soft body par. Usne dheere-dheere meri pure body ko touch kiya—chunchiyon se shuru karke, pet, hips, mote kulhe, phir beech mein meri nangi chut. Uske ungliyan meri soft lips ko khol rahi thin, clit ko ragad rahi thin.

Dono bilkul nange, pehli baar itne kareeb. Uske lund ka garam hard feel meri thighs ke against pad raha tha. Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin andar se garmi fail rahi thi. Mummy-papa ke bedroom mein, unke bed par, pehli baar sab kapde nikal kar… dheere-dheere, bina kisi dar ke.

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Mummy-papa ke bedroom mein dono bilkul nange the. Main soft bed par leti hui, buddha mere bagal mein. Usne pehle toh meri pure nangi body ko haathon se explore kiya—dheere-dheere.

Uske kathor haath meri soft chunchiyon par the. Dono mounds ko pakad kar masalne laga, upar-neeche, gol-gol. Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya, ghumaya. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se nipple ko ragda, choosa, daanton se halka kaata. Doosri chunchi ko haath se dabata raha. Main siskari nikalne lagi. Usne baari-baari se dono chunchiyon ko choosa, chaata, masla—lambi der tak. Meri chhati ab uske thook se chamak rahi thi, nipples laal aur sensitive.

Phir usne neeche move kiya. Mere pet ko chooma, jeebh se chaata. Hips ko haathon se pakad kar dabaya. Mote soft kulhon ko masla, unke beech ki deep line mein ungli ghumayi. Phir mere thighs ko alag kiya aur seedha meri nangi chut par aa gaya. Pehle outer lips ko ungliyon se khola, clit ko gol-gol ragda. Phir jeebh laga di. Garam, geeli jeebh meri soft slit ko upar se neeche chaatne lagi. Clit ko choosa, andar thodi si jeebh daali. Main zor se kaanp uthi. Usne lambi der tak meri chut ko chaata—kabhi slow, kabhi tez, kabhi clit par focus, kabhi pure lips ko lick. Meri chut bilkul sticky aur swollen ho gayi.

Itna sab karne ke baad usne mera haath pakad kar apne khade lund par rakh diya. Pehli baar itne kareeb, nange sharir ke saath. Uske lund ka garam, hard, naseela feel meri hatheli mein tha. Usne mera haath upar-neeche move karwaya. Main dheere-dheere uske mote shaft ko pakad kar stroke karne lagi. Sticky liquid uske sir se nikal kar meri ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Usne mera haath aur tight pakadne ko kaha, kabhi slow, kabhi tez. Main uske lund ko dekh rahi thi—kaise mera soft haath uske hard, thick length ko upar-neeche kar raha hai.

Phir usne mera sar neeche ki taraf dhakelne ki koshish ki. “Muh mein le… choos…”

Main turant mana kar diya. Sar hilaaya, “Nahi… nahi… yeh nahi karungi… bas haath se…”

Usne thoda force kiya, lekin main firmly mana karti rahi. “Nahi… pehli baar hai… muh nahi lagaungi…”

Usne zor nahi diya zyada. Bas mera haath uske lund par rakh kar stroke karwata raha. Main uske mote, garam lund ko haath se masalte huye, upar-neeche karti hui. Uske muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi wo mera haath apne sir ke aas-paas ghumata, sticky precum meri ungliyon ko aur geela bana raha tha.

Lamba foreplay chal raha tha. Upar se uske haath aur muh meri chunchiyon aur chut par, neeche mera haath uske lund par. Main nangi, wo nanga, mummy-papa ke bed par. Chunchiyan choosi ja rahi thin, chut chaati ja rahi thi, aur uska mota lund meri soft hatheli mein stroke ho raha tha. Main muh mein lene se mana karti rahi, bas haath se hi uska kaam chalati rahi.

Kafi der tak yahi sab hota raha—touch, choosna, chaatna, haath se lund ko sahlaana. Dono ke beech ki garmi badhti ja rahi thi, lekin main muh mein lene se saaf mana karti rahi.


Mummy-papa ke soft double bed par main bilkul nangi leti thi. Buddha mere upar tha, uska bhaari sharir mere soft body ko dabaaye huye. Uske mota, naseela, poora khada lund meri nangi chut ke muhane par tikha hua tha. Sticky garam precum meri soft outer lips ko geela kar raha tha. Usne mera ek haath pakad kar apne lund ko guide kiya aur dheere se uske bade sir ko meri tight opening par set kiya.

“Ab andar jaayega… pehli baar… bilkul dheere…”



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Usne apne kalai se pressure daala. Lund ka sir meri soft, closed lips ko dhakelne laga. Main aankhein band kar li. Bahut pressure feel hua. Meri chut ne naturally resist kiya. Usne thoda aur jor diya. Sir dheere-dheere andar ghushne laga. Jaise hi pura head andar gaya, main zor se siskari maari. Ek deep stretch ka feel… jaise kuch fat raha ho. Dard tez tha, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si garmi bhi fail rahi thi.

Usne turant ruk gaya. Mere upar jhuk kar dono chunchiyon ko haathon se pakad liya. Soft, bhaari mounds ko kathor ungliyon se dabane laga, masalne laga. Phir muh neeche kiya aur ek chunchi ko pure tarike se muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se nipple ko gol-gol ragda, daanton se halka kaata, phir zor se choosne laga. Doosri chunchi ko haath se upar-neeche press karta raha. Uske choosne aur dabane se dard thoda diffuse ho gaya. Main uske muh ke against apni chunchi press karne lagi.

Phir usne phir se aage push kiya. Dheere… bahut dheere. Uske mote shaft ka doosra hissa meri chut ke andar jaane laga. Har centimetre ke saath meri soft deewarein stretch hoti gayi. Main haath se uske seene ko dhakelne ki koshish karti, lekin usne aur jhuk kar meri doosri chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Ab dono chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein thin—ek choosi ja rahi thi, doosri masli ja rahi thi. Uske thook se meri nipples chamak rahe the.

Tabhi ek sudden, tezz tear feel hua. Chut ke andar kuch fat-sa gaya. Main zor se chillayi, aankhon se paani aa gaya. Uske lund ke saath ek garam, geela flow nikalne laga. Khoon. Pehli baar. Usne dheere-dheere aur andar push kiya. Aadha lund ab meri chut mein tha. Khoon uske thick shaft par chipak raha tha, phir mere thighs se hota hua bedsheet par girne laga. Soft white sheet par laal boondein failti ja rahi thin. Har chhote se movement se thoda aur khoon nikalta.

Usne ab apna poora weight meri taraf shift kiya. Dheere-dheere, continuous pressure ke saath, uska baaki ka lund bhi andar chala gaya. Base tak. Main neeche pure tarike se bhari hui thi. Uske mote lund ne meri virgin chut ko bilkul khol diya tha. Itna full feel… jaise andar kuch aur space hi na bachi ho. Khoon ab continuously nikal raha tha—uske lund ke around se, meri soft lips se, seedha bed par. Laal dhabba bada hota ja raha tha mere neeche.

Usne kuch seconds ke liye bilkul ruk kar meri chunchiyon ko aur tezi se choosna shuru kiya. Ek ko muh mein daboch kar pi raha tha, doosri ko kathor haath se upar se neeche masal raha tha. Nipples uske daanton ke beech the, soft flesh uske fingers mein compress ho raha tha. Phir usne dheere-dheere bahar nikaalna shuru kiya. Lund meri khoon se geeli chut se slide hota hua bahar aaya—aadha. Phir wapas andar, pura. Har baar uske thick shaft ke nikalne aur ghushne se khoon aur nikalta, bedsheet aur geeli-laal hoti.

Ab usne slow, steady rhythm bana liya. Dheere-dheere bahar, dheere-dheere andar. Har deep thrust mein uska base meri soft, swollen lips se takrata. Meri chut uske mote lund ko har baar stretch karti, accept karti. Khoon ab uske thighs tak bhi lag chuka tha, mere mote thighs ke beech se beh raha tha. Main uske under kaamp rahi thi, saans tez, siskariyan nikal rahi thin—kabhi dard se, kabhi uske chunchi choosne se.

Usne position thodi adjust ki. Mere dono legs ko aur khol diya, apne haath se mere knees ko bed par press kiya. Ab uska lund aur deep jaa raha tha. Har thrust ke saath meri chunchiyan upar-neeche bounce karti, aur wo unhe pakad-pakad kar choosta, dabata. Kabhi left chunchi ko muh mein leke kheenchta, kabhi right ko haath se flatten karta. Meri soft, bhaari mounds uske kathor touch mein laal padte ja rahe the.

Khoon ka flow ab thoda kam hua, lekin ab bhi har movement ke saath thoda nikal raha tha. Bedsheet mere neeche se poori tarah geeli aur dark red ho chuki thi. Uske lund par meri khoon aur natural wetness mix ho kar usko aur slippery bana rahi thi. Main feel kar sakti thi kaise meri chut ke andar ki soft deewarein uske naseele shaft ko hug kar rahi thin, kaise uska bada sir har baar deep mein touch kar raha tha.


Uske mote lund ne meri chut ko dheere-dheere kholna jaari rakha. Har inch ke saath stretch badhta gaya. Tabhi ek deep, tezz tear feel hua—jaise andar kuch sil toot rahi ho. Main zor se chillayi, aankhon se paani aa gaya. Buddha ne meri chunchi choosna band kiye bina kaha, “Sil toot gayi… ab poori tarah khul gayi teri…”

Uske lund ke saath garam, geela khoon nikalne laga. Meri virgin chut ki sil uske thick shaft ne tod di thi. Khoon uske lund par chipak kar bedsheet par girne laga. Laal boondein soft sheet par failti, bada sa dhabba banne laga. Usne dheere-dheere pura lund andar tak daal diya. Base meri swollen lips se takra gaya. Main neeche pure tarike se bhari hui thi—uske mote, naseele lund ne meri chut ko bilkul khol diya tha.

Usne ab slow rhythm shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta, phir andar daalta. Har thrust ke saath meri chut uske shaft ko hug karti, khoon aur natural wetness mix ho kar usko slippery bana rahi thi. Upar se wo meri chunchiyon ko baari-baari se choos raha tha, dabata tha, masalta tha. Mere soft mounds uske kathor haathon aur garam muh mein compress ho rahe the. Main siskariyan le rahi thi—aah… uuh… dheere…—har deep push ke saath.

Dheere-dheere dard kam hone laga, uski jagah ek ajeeb si garmi ne le li. Uske lund ka har movement meri clit ko bhi ragad raha tha. Main uske under apni hips thodi si uthane lagi. Usne meri legs ko aur khol diya aur rhythm badha diya. Ab medium pace. Har baar pura lund andar, thoda sa ruk kar deep press, phir bahar. Meri chunchiyan bounce karti, wo unhe pakad-pakad kar choosta.


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Tabhi pehli baar swarg ka ahsas hua. Meri chut ke andar ek deep vibration si uthne lagi. Main zor se siskari maari—“Ahh… ahh… kuch ho raha hai…” Poora sharir kaamp utha. Meri soft deewarein uske lund ko tightly squeeze karne lagi. Ek strong wave ne mujhe cover kar liya. Main uske seene se chipak gayi, nails uski peeth mein gaad di. Chut ke andar se garam liquid nikalne laga—mera pehla paani. Uske lund ke around se beh kar bed par mil gaya khoon ke saath. Main kaampte huye, siskariyan leti hui, pehli baar orgasm feel kar rahi thi. Swarg jaisa.

Usne meri chut ke tightly squeeze karne se control khoya. Usne rhythm aur tez kar diya. Ab zor ke thrusts. Har baar pura lund deep tak, base tak. Meri chunchiyan uske muh mein, uske haath unhe dabaaye huye. Main abhi bhi pehle orgasm ki waves mein thi, lekin doosri wave bhi uthne lagi. “Ahh… phir se… ahh buddha… dheere nahi… ahh…”

Doosri baar swarg ka ahsas aur tez tha. Meri chut ne uske lund ko itna tight pakad liya ki usne bhi control kho diya. Usne meri chunchi ko daanton se kaat te huye zor se dhakka maara aur apna paani chod diya. Garam, thick cum meri chut ke deep mein splash hua. Main uske saath hi doosri baar kaamp uthi—siskariyan, aahh, uuhh, pure bed par dono ke awaaz gunj rahe the. Uske cum aur mere paani aur khoon sab mix ho kar bedsheet ko poori tarah geela aur sticky bana rahe the.

Dono kaampte huye, saans haafte huye, ek doosre se chipke rahe. Uske lund abhi bhi meri chut ke andar tha, dheere-dheere soft ho raha tha, lekin andar se uske cum ka garam feel aa raha tha. Meri chunchiyan uske thook aur haathon ke marks se laal thin. Neeche meri chut swollen, geeli, khoon aur cum se bhari hui. Bedsheet poori tarah kharab—laal, white, sticky.

Pahli baar chut ki sil tootna… uske mote lund se fatna… do baar swarg ka ahsas… dono ka paani nikalna… siskariyan aur awaazon ke saath… mummy-papa ke bed par yeh sab. Main uske under leti hui, abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi, uske cum ko apni chut ke andar feel karti hui.




          Sab khatam hone ke baad buddha mere upar se hat gaya. Main mummy-papa ke soft bed par bilkul nangi leti rahi, saans abhi bhi tez, sharir kaamp raha tha. Usne side mein baith kar mujhe dekhna shuru kiya.

Pehle meri chunchiyon ki haalat. Dono soft, bhaari mounds ab laal-laal the. Uske kathor haathon ke dabaane aur masalne se unpar ungliyon ke nishaan pad gaye the—thode se dark marks. Nipples ab bhi fully hard the, lekin unke around areola thoda swollen aur sensitive. Uske daanton ke halka-halka bite marks dikh rahe the. Thook ke geele nishaan ab sookhne lage the, lekin chunchiyan abhi bhi chamak rahi thin. Main haath se unhe chhua to ek halka dard sa feel hua, jaise bahut zor se use kiye gaye hon. Soft flesh ab thoda sa tender tha, touch karne par garmi feel hoti thi.

Phir neeche… meri chut ki haalat. Thighs abhi bhi thodi si alag thin. Outer lips bilkul swollen, laal, aur sticky. Beech ki slit ab khuli hui si dikh rahi thi—pehle itni tight thi, ab uske mote lund ne usko stretch kar diya tha. Andar se abhi bhi thoda khoon nikal raha tha, halka-halka, geela. Soft inner walls sensitive the, jaise kuch fat-sa gaya ho. Clit bhi thoda sa bahar ko nikla hua, red aur touch ke liye bahut tender. Meri pure chut ke around khoon aur uske cum ka mix chipka hua tha—sticky, thoda sa dry hone laga tha thighs ke beech. Main jab thighs band karti to geela feel hota, aur andar se uske cum ka garam, thick liquid abhi bhi dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha, khoon ke saath mil kar.

Ab bed ki chadar ki nishaani. Soft white bedsheet ab bilkul kharab ho chuki thi. Mere neeche bada sa laal dhabba faila hua tha—khoon ka. Beech mein jahan meri chut thi, wahan dark red, geela, aur uske around thoda sa faila hua. Uske cum ke white sticky nishaan bhi khoon mein mix ho kar pink-si lines bana rahe the. Thighs ke neeche bhi laal boondein faili thin. Bedsheet ke kinare tak thoda sa khoon phail gaya tha. Pure beech wale hisse mein geela pan tha—khoon, cum, aur meri natural wetness ka mixture. Jab main thoda sa hili to sheet aur chipak si gayi meri gaand aur thighs se.

Uske lund pe khoon. Buddha ab bed ke kinare baitha tha. Uske mota lund ab soft ho chuka tha, lekin abhi bhi thoda sa mota dikh raha tha. Pure shaft par meri khoon ke laal nishaan chipke huye the—upar se neeche tak. Sir ke around dark red, sticky layer. Base ke paas bhi khoon aur cum ka mix jama hua tha. Uske thighs ke andaruni hisse par bhi thode se laal daag the. Usne apne lund ko haath se pakad kar dekha—mere khoon se geela, sticky, aur thoda sa chamak raha tha. Usne ungli se us khoon ko touch kiya aur muskuraaya.

“Teri pehli baar ka khoon… mere lund pe lag gaya. Dekh kaise chipka hua hai…”

Main uski taraf dekh rahi thi. Meri chunchiyan laal aur marked, chut swollen aur geeli-khooni, bedsheet poori tarah se laal-sticky nishaanon se bhari, aur uske lund par mera khoon chamak raha tha. Pahli baar ki yeh nishaaniyan… mummy-papa ke bed par, mere nange sharir par, aur uske lund par. Main abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi, andar se uske cum ko feel karti hui, aur bahar se apni chut aur chunchiyon ki haalat ko mehsoos karti hui.


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Main abhi bhi mummy-papa ke bed par nangi leti thi. Chunchiyan laal aur marked, chut swollen, sticky aur thodi khooni. Bedsheet mere neeche geeli-laal thi. Buddha side mein baitha tha, apne soft ho chuke lund ko dekh raha tha jisme abhi bhi mera khoon chipka hua tha.

Usne meri taraf dekha—meri nangi soft body, laal chunchiyan, khuli hui thighs, swollen chut se abhi bhi thoda cum aur khoon nikal raha tha. Uske dekhte hi uska lund phir se hilne laga. Dheere-dheere phir se khada hone laga. Soft se phir hard, mota, naseela. Mere khoon ke laal nishaan ab uske phir se tight hote shaft par stretch ho rahe the.

Usne mera haath pakad kar apne dubara khade lund par rakh diya. “Dekh… teri nangi body dekh kar phir se khada ho gaya. Ab dobara…”

Wo mere upar aa gaya. Missionary position mein. Uske kathor haath pehle meri laal chunchiyon par gaye. Zor se dabane laga, masalne laga. Soft flesh uske fingers mein compress ho raha tha. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya—choosne laga, daant se halka kaatne laga. Doosri ko haath se dabaate huye. Main siskari nikalne lagi, chunchiyan abhi bhi sensitive thin.

Usne apna phir se khada lund meri swollen chut ke muhane par set kiya. Is baar pehli baar jaisa tight nahi tha. Ek baar lund le chuki thi, isliye dard bahut kam tha. Usne dheere-dheere push kiya. Lund aasani se andar chala gaya—pura, base tak. Main neeche full feel kar rahi thi, lekin pehli baar wala tezz dard nahi. Bas thoda stretch aur garmi.

Usne slow rhythm shuru kiya. Bahar-andar. Har thrust ke saath meri chut uske mote shaft ko accept kar rahi thi. Khoon aur pehle wala cum mix ho kar usko aur slippery bana raha tha. Upar se wo meri chunchiyon ko continuously dabata, choosta, masalta raha. Main ab hips thodi si milane lagi. Dard kam tha, isliye maza zyada feel ho raha tha. Uske lund ka har deep push meri clit ko ragad raha tha.

Dheere-dheere garmi badhne lagi. Main siskariyan lene lagi—“Ahh… ab kam dard hai… ahh… andar… ahh…” Usne pace badha diya. Medium thrusts. Har baar pura lund deep tak. Meri chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein bounce karti, laal padti. Main jadne ke kareeb pahunchne lagi. Chut ke andar vibration si uthne lagi, soft deewarein uske lund ko squeeze karne lagi. “Ahh… ho raha hai… ahh buddha… main… ahh…”

Bilkul jadne hi wali thi… poora sharir tight hone laga, saans ruk si gayi, chut uske lund ko mazbooti se pakadne lagi…

Tabhi bahar se awaaz aayi. Darwaze par kisi ke kadam. Phir darwaza khulne ki awaaz.

“Anita? Tu kamre mein hai? Main aa gayi beta…”

Mummy ki awaaz thi. Kisi rishtedaar ke sudden death ki wajah se prasang se jaldi wapas aa gayi thin. Unhone socha ghar khaali hai, isliye seedha andar aa gayi.

Buddha ekdum meri upar se hat gaya. Main bhi jaldi se bedsheet kheench kar apni nangi body ko cover karne ki koshish karne lagi. Uske lund abhi bhi khada tha, mere khoon se geela. Chunchiyan laal, chut se cum aur khoon nikal raha tha. Bedsheet poori tarah se gandi thi.

Mummy ke kadam corridor se bedroom ki taraf aa rahe the. Dono kaampte huye, saans control karte huye, kapde dhoondhne lage… lekin time bahut kam tha.

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Darwaza khula aur mummy andar aa gayi. Unke haath mein bag tha, chehre pe thakan aur dukh—rishtedaar ke death ki wajah se jaldi wapas aayi thin. Jaise hi unhone kamra dekha, unke kadam ruk gaye.

Kamre ki haalat… pure bedroom mein sex ki smell faili hui thi. Bedsheet bilkul uljhi hui, beech mein bada sa geela laal dhabba—khoon aur cum ka. Mere nange kapde—kameez, bra, panty, salwar—floor par bikhre pade the. Buddha abhi bhi nanga tha, bas haath se apne khade lund ko chhupane ki koshish kar raha tha, jisme abhi bhi mera khoon chipka hua tha. Main bed par leti hui, bedsheet ko apne upar kheenche huye, lekin wo poori tarah cover nahi kar pa rahi thi.

Mummy ki aankhein pehle floor par pade kapdon par gayi. Meri black bra, pink panty, transparent kameez… sab uljhe huye. Phir unki nazar bed par gayi—geeli laal bedsheet, mere thighs ke around sticky nishaan. Unka chehra pehle shock se pathra gaya, phir aankhein phaad kar meri taraf dekha.

“Anita… yeh kya…?”

Unhone bedsheet ko zor se kheench liya. Main nangi pad gayi unke saamne. Meri laal, marked chunchiyan, swollen nipples, neeche meri swollen, geeli, thodi khooni chut, thighs ke beech sticky cum aur khoon ka mix—sab kuch clear dikh raha tha. Mummy ki aankhein meri pure nangi body par firti rahi. Chunchiyon ke dabaane ke nishaan, bite marks, chut ki khuli hui, red haalat… unhone sab dekh liya.

Phir unki nazar buddhe ki taraf gayi. Wo nanga khada tha, lund abhi bhi half-hard, mere khoon se geela, thighs par laal daag. Unhone usko upar se neeche tak dekha—buddhe ka sharir, uska khooni lund, uske haath mein abhi bhi sticky nishaan.

Mummy ka reaction… pehle to bilkul chup. Aankhein phaad kar, muh khula hua. Phir unke haath kaampne lage. Bag neeche gir gaya. Unhone ek kadam peeche liya, phir aage.

“Yeh… yeh kya kiya tune…? Yeh buddha…? Mere bete ke bed par…? Khoon…? Anita… tu… nangi… uske saath…?”

Unki awaaz pehle dheemi thi, phir tez hone lagi. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin gussa bhi. Unhone phir se meri nangi body ko dekha—chunchiyan, chut, bedsheet ke laal nishaan—phir buddhe ke khooni lund ko. Unka chehra laal ho gaya, saans tez.

“Kapde… yeh kapde… bedsheet… poora kamra… tu… uske saath…? Itni badi… aur yeh khoon… pehli baar…? Mere ghar mein…?”

Unhone bedsheet ko dobara meri taraf phenka, lekin unki nazar baar-baar meri nangi chunchiyon aur swollen chut par jaati rahi, phir buddhe ke lund par. Kamre mein silence thi, bas meri tez saans aur mummy ki kaampati hui saans. Unhone buddhe ki taraf ungli uthayi, awaaz mein gussa aur shock dono the.

“Nikal… yahan se nikal… mere ghar se… meri beti ke saath… yeh kya kiya…?”



Mummy ka gussa ab poori tarah bhadak chuka tha. Unhone buddhe ki taraf dekh kar zor se chillayi—

“Nikal yahan se! Mere ghar se nikal! Meri beti ke saath yeh sab… buddha  kamina kahi ka!”

Unhone floor se uske kurta aur dhothi uthaye aur uske upar phenk diye. “Kapde pehen! Jaldi!”

Buddha kaampte huye kapde uthane laga. Uske lund par abhi bhi mera khoon chipka tha, lekin mummy ki gusse wali awaaz sunkar usne jaldi se dhothi lapet li, kurta pehen liya. Mummy ne uske kandhe se pakad kar use darwaze ki taraf dhakel diya.

“Nikal! Aur kabhi is ghar ke aas-paas mat dikhna! Warna security officer bula lungi!”

Usne thoda sa resist kiya to mummy ne uske peeth par ek jor ka thappad maara. Phir ek aur. “Nikal! Jaldi nikal!”

Buddha kaampte huye, kapde ade-ade pehne, darwaze se bahar nikal gaya. Mummy ne peeche se uske upar ek joota bhi phenka. “Ja! Aur kabhi mat aana!”

Uske jaane ke baad mummy ne darwaza zor se band kiya. Phir unhone meri taraf mudkar dekha. Main abhi bhi bed par nangi thi, bedsheet se apni body chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Meri laal chunchiyan, swollen chut, geeli bedsheet—sab unke saamne tha.

Mummy ka gussa ab mujh par tut pada.

“Anita! Yeh kya kiya tune?  us buddhe ke saath… nangi… khoon…? Itni badi ho gayi aur yeh…?”

Unhone bedsheet ko phir se kheench diya. Meri nangi body unke saamne thi. Unhone meri laal chunchiyon ko dekha, phir neeche swollen chut ko. “Yeh nishaan… yeh khoon… pehli baar…? Us buddhe ke sath …? Tu paagal ho gayi hai kya?”

Unki awaaz mein gussa, aansu aur disappointment tha. Unhone mere kapde uthaye aur mere upar phenk diye. “Kapde pehen! Jaldi!”

Main kaampte huye bra, panty, kameez pehenne lagi. Mummy mere aas-paas ghoom rahi thi, gusse mein.

“Ghar khaali dekh kar usko bula liya? Mere bed par? Itna bada paap? Us buddhe ke saath? Dekh kya haalat kar di bedsheet ki… poora kamra… teri body…!”

Unhone meri taraf dekh kar aur gussa kiya. “Sharm nahi aati? 17 saal ki ho… 12th class mein padhti ho… aur yeh…? Uske haath ke nishaan teri chunchiyon par… neeche… khoon…! Main kya munh dikhaungi?”

Main chup chaap baithi thi, aankhon mein aansu. Mummy ka gussa utarta nahi tha. Unhone mere baal pakad kar mera chehra upar uthaya. “Bol! Kyun kiya? Bechaini thi kya? Uske touch ki aadat pad gayi thi kya?”

Phir unhone bedsheet ko dekh kar nafrat se muh banaya. “Yeh sab saaf kar… aaj hi. Aur sun—kabhi us buddhe ka naam mat lena. Agar phir se dikha to main tujhe bhi nahi chhodungi.



Mummy ka gussa ab thoda change ho chuka tha. Woh ab sirf chillane ke bajaye mere saamne khadi thi, aankhon mein gussa, aansu aur ek ajeeb si mayusi. Unhone mera chehra pakad kar kaha—

“Tune apna seal… apni kunwari sil… apne pati ki jagah us buddhe se tudwa li. Samajhti hai kya kiya tune? Woh sil jo sirf tere shauhar ke liye thi, usko us buddhe ne tod diya. Ab tu aurat ban gayi hai, Anita. Kunwari nahi rahi. Uske lund ne teri chut ko khol diya, khoon nikal diya… ab tu poori tarah aurat ho chuki hai.”

Unki awaaz mein gussa ke saath ek bhaari dard bhi tha. Unhone meri taraf dekha—ab main kapde pehen chuki thi, lekin unhe maloom tha neeche meri chut abhi bhi kuli hui aur geeli hogi, chunchiyon par uske nishaan honge.

“Bol… teri period ki date kab ki hai? Last period kab aaya tha? Exact date bata.”

Main kaampte huye bataane lagi. Mummy ne ungliyon par gin-gin kar socha. Unka chehra aur tension se bhar gaya.

“Agar date nahi aayi toh… samajh le problem ho sakti hai. Us buddhe ne andar tak… uska paani… ab risk hai. Kal subah main tujhe doctor ke paas le jaaungi. Garbh nirodh ki goli leni padegi. Aaj se hi shuru karenge. Koi risk nahi lena. Yeh sab chhupana padega.”

Unhone mera haath pakad kar kaha, awaaz ab thodi dheemi lekin sakht thi—

“Yeh baat ghar mein kisi ko nahi pata chalti. Na tere papa ko, na bhai ko, na rishte-daaron ko. Main bhi kisi se nahi bolungi. Yeh hum dono ke beech ki baat hai. Agar kisi ne jaan liya toh teri izzat, ghar ki izzat… sab mitti mein mil jaayegi. Samjhi? Us buddhe ka naam bhi mat lena kabhi. Woh aaya, usne kiya, chala gaya… bas. Ab tu goli legi, period ka dhyan rakhegi, aur yeh baat dabakar rakhogi.”

Unhone mere baal sehtaye, lekin unki aankhon mein abhi bhi gussa tha.

“Aurat ban gayi hai ab. Seal toot chuka hai. Us buddhe ne tujhe aurat bana diya. Jiski  zimmedar tu he. Kal goli lenge, aur is kamre ki yeh gandi chadar… aaj raat hi saaf kar dena. Koi nishaan nahi rehna chahiye. Main chupchaap unki baatein sun rahi thi.


Dusre din subah uthi to sharir mein ajanebi si takleef thi. Chunchiyan abhi bhi thodi laal aur sensitive thin, touch karne par halka dard. Lekin sabse zyada takleef neeche thi. Meri chut puri khuli hui thi, andar se bahar tak , jaise abhi bhi uske mote lund ka feel baaki ho. Chalne ki koshish ki to thighs ke beech se geela aur dard bhara feel hua. Har kadam pe neeche se chubhan si hoti. Seedha khade hone mein bhi dikkat. Main dheere-dheere, pair ghasitte huye bathroom gayi.

Kapde pehne to panty bhi tight lagi. college uniform pehanna to aur mushkil. Skirt pehen te waqt thighs hilne se dard hota. Main kaampte huye, dheere-dheere stairs se neeche utri.

Papa dining table par baithe akhbar padh rahe the. Unhone mujhe dekh liya. Main normal chalane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin har kadam pe chehra bigad jaata.

“Anita? Kya hua? Aise kyun chal rahi hai? Pair mein kuch hua?”

Unki awaaz mein chinta thi. Main chup rahi, kuch bol nahi paayi. Mummy kitchen se bahar aayi. Unhone meri taraf ek quick look maara, phir papa ki taraf.

Papa ne phir pucha, “Bol na, kya takleef hai? Kal tak theek thi. Aaj aise ghasit-ghasit kar kyun chal rahi hai?”

Mummy ne turant beech mein baat kaati. Unki awaaz bilkul normal, casual thi—

“Koi baat nahi ji. Koi chinta ki baat nahi. Kal ghar mein hi gir gayi thi. Pair mein halki si moch aa gayi. Bas thodi sujan hai. Aaj-kal mein theek ho jaayegi. Main ne moove laga diya hai.”

Papa ne meri taraf dekha. “Moch? Kahan giri? Zyada to nahi hai na?”

Mummy ne muskuraate huye kaha, “Nahi nahi, halki si hai. Kal shaam ko kitchen mein pair phisal gaya tha. Bas. Anita, tu aaj college mat ja agar zyada takleef ho. Ghar pe reh.”

Main ne bas sir hilaya. Papa thoda aur dekhte rahe, lekin mummy ki baat sunkar unhone akhbar wapas khol liya. “Theek hai. Dhyan rakhna. Zyada mat chalna.”

Mummy ne meri taraf aankh maari—ek warning si. Main samajh gayi. Chudai ki wajah se jo takleef ho rahi thi, jo kuli hui chut ki wajah se chalne mein dard ho raha tha, usko unhone pair ki moch bana diya. Papa ko kuch shak nahi hua.

Main dheere-dheere baith gayi. Har movement pe neeche se dard feel ho raha tha. Lekin muh se kuch nahi nikla. Mummy ne jo story banaayi thi—kal girna, pair mein moch—wahi ab official baat thi. Papa bhi maan gaye.

Andar se main jaanti thi… yeh moch nahi thi. Yeh us buddhe ke mote lund ki nishaani thi. Jo sil tooti thi, jo chut phat-si gayi thi.

[harinder singh]

Anita Story Read Krke Maja Aa gya its too much excited story, kya mummy bhi us budhe se aphi chut chudwai gi ya nhi 

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UPADET 4


Uske baad din guzarne lage. college aana-jana shuru ho gaya. Pehle kuch din to chalne mein takleef hoti thi, har kadam pe neeche se dard feel hota, lekin dheere-dheere body normal hone lagi. Uniform pehen kar college jaati, classes attend karti, dosto ke saath baat karti… bahar se sab kuch bilkul normal lagta. Koi nahi jaanta tha ki us Sunday mummy-papa ke bed par kya hua tha.

Mummy meri taraf se bahut chintit rehti. Har subah poochti—“Kaisi hai? Koi takleef to nahi? Neeche se kuch feel to nahi ho raha?” Shaam ko jab main college se aati to unka pehla sawal yahi hota. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko mere kamre mein aakar baith jaati aur dheere se poochti ki koi ajeeb dard to nahi, koi spotting to nahi. Unki aankhon mein hamesha ek chhupi hui tension rehti. Wo jaanti thin ki us din kya hua tha, isliye har chhoti baat pe alert rehti.

Buddha gayab ho gaya tha. Us din mummy ne usko jo maar-maar kar bhagaya tha, uske baad se wo dikha hi nahi. Raste mein, purane makan ke aas-paas, kahin bhi nahi. Main kabhi-kabhi sochti… kya wo darr gaya? Ya mummy ki dhamki ne usko door kar diya? Uske kathor haath, uska lund, uski jeebh… sab yaad aata, lekin ab wo nahi tha. Bechaini thodi thodi rehti, lekin darr bhi tha ki kahin phir se na aa jaye.

Dheere-dheere mahina guzarne laga. college, padhai, ghar… normal life chal rahi thi. Mummy har hafte period ke baare mein poochti. “Date nikal rahi hai kya? Koi delay to nahi?” Unki chinta din-badin badhti ja rahi thi. Main bhi andar se darti thi. Us din usne andar tak paani choda tha… risk tha.

Phir ek subah, exactly mahina guzarne ke baad, period aa gaya. Subah bathroom gayi to dekha—khoon. Normal period wala. Main turant mummy ke paas gayi aur chupke se bata diya.

Mummy ne pehle to meri taraf aankhein phaad kar dekha, phir unhone bahut gehri saans li. Ek chain ki saans. Unke chehre se jaise bhaari bojh utar gaya. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin is baar relief ke.

“Aa gaya… thank God… aa gaya.”

Unhone mujhe tightly pakad liya. “Ab theek hai. Risk nahi raha. Goli bhi chal rahi thi, lekin ab confirm ho gaya. Koi tension nahi.”

Unhone mere baal sehtaye aur kaha, “Ab se dhyan rakhna. Yeh baat dabakar rakhni hai. Koi nahi jaanna chahiye. Buddha bhi gayab hai, period aa gaya… ab aage normal life.”

Us din ke baad mummy ka chehra thoda halka laga. Unki chinta ka bada hissa utar gaya tha. Main bhi andar se thodi free feel kar rahi thi. college aana-jana, padhai, ghar… sab kuch bahar se normal chal raha tha. Buddha gayab HUE mahina guzar gaya.




college ki routine ab bilkul normal ho chuki thi. Roz subah uthna, uniform pehenna, tiffin pakadna, bus pakadna. Classes, recess, padhai… sab pehle jaisa. Mummy ab itni tension mein nahi dikhti thi, period aa chuka tha, buddha gayab tha, isliye ghar ka mahaul bhi halka ho gaya tha. Main bhi dheere-dheere us din ko bhoolne ki koshish karti, lekin sharir mein kuch change sa feel hota tha.

Saheliyan ab mujhe dekh kar ajeeb si baatein karne lagi thin. Ek din recess mein hum log stairs pe baithi thi—Priya, Sneha aur main. Priya ne achanak mera chehra pakad kar kaha—

“Arre Anita, teri skin mein kya chamak aa gayi hai yaar? Pehle bhi sundar thi, lekin ab lagta hai koi alag si glow hai. Heroine jaisi lag rahi hai!”

Sneha ne bhi haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan yaar, main bhi yahi soch rahi thi. Tere face pe ek alag sa nikhar aa gaya hai. Aankhein bhi zyada bright lag rahi hain. Kya kiya tune? Koi naya cream? Ya phir… koi baat hai?”

Main thoda sharma gayi. “Kuch nahi yaar… normal hi hoon.”

Priya hansne lagi. “Normal? Chal jhooth mat bol. Uniform mein bhi ab zyada set lag rahi hai tu. Pehle bhi body thi, lekin ab lagta hai jaise… jaise koi maturity aa gayi ho. Heroine wali look aa gayi hai sacchi.”

Sneha ne mera baal chhua aur kaha, “Haan, aur teri walk bhi change ho gayi hai thodi. Pehle simple thi, ab thoda sa… confidant. Lagta hai koi bada change hua hai zindagi mein.”

Main andar se kaamp si gayi. Wo nahi jaanti thin ki asal mein kya change hua tha. Seal tootne ke baad, us buddhe ke saath woh raat… uske baad se sharir mein ek ajeeb sa nikhar aa gaya tha. Skin soft aur glowing, aankhon mein ek alag si depth, body language mein thodi si maturity. Main khud mirror mein dekh kar feel karti thi—chehra pehle se zyada attractive lagta, lips thode se fuller, eyes mein ek secret sa.

Priya ne mera haath pakad liya. “Bata na yaar, koi secret hai kya? Koi ladka? Ya kuch aur? Itna glow sudden nahi aata.”

Main has di. “Koi nahi yaar. Bas padhai ka tension kam ho gaya, isliye maybe. Tum log zyada sochti ho.”

Sneha ne aankh maari. “Hmm… theek hai, mat bata. Lekin sacchi, aajkal tu class mein bhi alag dikhti hai. Boys bhi zyada dekhte hain. Teacher bhi. Heroine wali feel aa rahi hai tujhe.”

Hum teenon hansne lage. Baatein chalti rahi—padhai, exams, crush, yeh-woh. Lekin beech-beech mein Priya aur Sneha meri taraf dekh kar muskuraati, jaise unhe lagta ho ki main kuch chhupa rahi hoon. Main bhi unke saath has ti, baatein karti, lekin andar se jaanti thi ki yeh nikhar kahan se aaya tha.





Ghar pe akele thi. Papa office gaye the, mummy market. college se aayi thi, uniform utaar kar room mein leti thi. Dheere-dheere us din ki yaadein aa gayi—buddhe ke kathor haath, uski jeebh, uska mota lund, sil ka totona, khoon, do baar swarg ka ahsas…

Bechaini badhne lagi. Main uthi, darwaza andar se band kiya, curtains laga diye. Phir dheere-dheere kapde utaarne lagi. Pehle kameez, phir bra. Meri soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unpar ab bhi kabhi-kabhi uske dabaane ke nishaan yaad aa jaate. Phir panty. Ab main bilkul nangi thi.

Bed par let gayi. Pehle dono haath se apni chunchiyon ko pakad liya. Soft, bhaari mounds ko dabane lagi, masalne lagi—jaise usne kiya tha. Nipples ko pinch kiya, ghumaya. Garmi failne lagi. Phir ek haath neeche le gayi. Apni chut ko chhua. Outer lips soft the, thodi si geeli. Ungli se clit ko gol-gol ragda, phir slit ke beech se dheere-dheere andar pressure diya. Aag lagane lagi.

Main aankhein band karke uski yaad mein doobti gayi. Uske kathor haath meri chunchiyon par, uska muh unhe choos raha, uska lund meri chut ko phad raha… main apni ungliyon se usi feel ko dobara lane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Chunchiyan dabati, neeche chut ragadti, siskariyan nikalne lagi. Sharir garam, saans tez, chut sticky hone lagi.

Itne mein darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi.

Main ekdum se kaamp uthi. Bedsheet kheenchne ki koshish ki lekin pehle hi mummy andar aa chuki thin. Unhone market se jaldi wapas aa kar seedha mere room ka darwaza khol diya tha—shayad band hona bhool gayi thin ya key se khol diya.

Mummy ki aankhein phaad kar ruk gayi. Main nangi, ek haath chunchi par, doosri haath chut par, thighs alag, face flushed, saans tez. Bedsheet adhi-adhi thi. Unhone sab dekh liya—meri laal padti chunchiyan, sticky chut, meri ungliyan wahan.

Kuch seconds tak bilkul silence rahi. Mummy ka chehra pehle shock, phir samajhne wala expression le aaya. Unhone darwaza dheere se band kiya, andar hi khadi rahi.

Main sharm se kaamp rahi thi, jaldi se bedsheet odh li. “Mummy… main… main bas…”

Mummy ne kuch nahi kaha pehle. Unki nazar meri nangi body ke nishaanon par thi, phir meri aankhon par. Unke chehre pe ek ajeeb sa sochne wala bhaav aa gaya. Jaise wo andar hi andar kuch calculate kar rahi hon.

Unhone dheere se kaha, awaaz mein gussa nahi, balki ek bhaari samajh thi—

“Samajh gayi… us din ke baad se… body mein aag reh gayi hai. Seal tootne ke baad… uske touch ki aadat… ab khud se hi… kar rahi hai.”

Unhone aankhein band karke ek gehri saans li. Phir meri taraf dekha.

“Main soch rahi thi… itne din se tu normal dikh rahi thi, lekin andar se… yeh bechaini… yeh aag… ab bhi baaki hai. Buddha gayab hai, lekin usne jo chhod diya hai tere sharir mein… woh nahi gaya.”

Mummy ne meri taraf ek lamba, sochbhara nazar se dekha. Unke chehre pe tension, samajhdari aur ek chhupi hui chinta ka mix tha.






Us din mummy ne mujhe nangi haalat mein dekh liya tha, lekin uske baad se unhone us baat ka zikr nahi kiya. Ghar mein normal life chal rahi thi, lekin mere andar kuch alag ho raha tha. Chudai ki tadap din-badin badhti ja rahi thi.

Raat ko akele bed par leti to us buddhe ke kathor haath yaad aa jaate, uska mota lund, meri chut ka fatna, do baar swarg ka ahsas… sharir mein aag si lag jaati. Kabhi-kabhi main apne aap ko rok nahi paati. Haath chunchiyon par chala jaata—soft mounds ko dabati, nipples ko pinch karti. Phir neeche, chut par. Ungli se clit ragadti, dheere-dheere andar pressure deti. Yaadein itni tezz hoti ki main siskariyan lete huye khud ko control karne ki koshish karti, lekin tadap badhti hi jaati.

college mein bhi yeh bechaini peecha nahi chhodti thi. Classes ke beech, recess mein, kabhi-kabhi apne aap ko paati ki main skirt ke under se thighs ko touch kar rahi hoon, ya shirt ke buttons ke through chunchiyon ko feel kar rahi hoon. Nikhar jo saheliyan tarif karti thin, uske peeche yahi tadap thi.

Ek din recess mein Priya aur Sneha ke saath baithi thi. Priya ne achanak dheere se kaha—

“Yaar, tumhe pata hai… Riya ka affair chal raha hai.”

Main aur Sneha dono ekdum se uski taraf dekhne lage. Priya muskuraate huye boli, “Haan, 12th ke hi Rahul ke saath. Wo bol rahi thi ki last week unhone pehli baar… full kiya. Uske ghar pe, jab koi nahi tha. Bol rahi thi ki pehle dard hua, khoon bhi aaya, lekin uske baad… maza aa gaya. Ab roz milte hain. Uske face pe bhi wahi glow aa gaya hai jo tere pe hai.”

Sneha aankhein phaad kar sun rahi thi. “Sacchi? Riya? Itni seedhi si… aur usne…?”

Priya ne haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan yaar. Bol rahi thi ki ab usko bhi tadap hoti hai. Jab nahi milta to khud se… kar leti hai. Body change ho gayi hai uski bhi.”

Main chup chaap sun rahi thi. Andar se ek ajeeb si lehri si daud gayi. Riya ki baat sunkar meri apni yaadein aur tezz ho gayi—us buddhe ke saath woh raat, sil tootna, khoon, cum… aur ab yeh tadap. Priya ki baatein sunte huye main apne aap ko paati ki meri thighs thodi si tight ho gayi hain, chut mein halki si garmi fail rahi hai.

Shaam ko ghar aakar, jab akele hoti, to yeh tadap aur badh jaati. Kabhi-kabhi mirror ke saamne khadi ho jaati, nangi. Apni chunchiyon ko haath se sahlaati—dheere-dheere dabati, upar-neeche pherti. Nipples ko ungli se ghumati. Phir neeche, apni chut ko. Soft lips ko kholti, clit ko circular motion mein ragadti, kabhi ek ungli dheere se andar daalti. Aankhein band karke sochti… kisi ke kathor haath hon, kisi ka mota lund ho… tadap itni badh jaati ki saans tez ho jaati, body soft moan nikalne lagti.

college friend ki affair ki baatein, uska pehli baar ka experience, uski tadap… sab sunkar meri apni aag aur bhadak jaati. Normal college routine, saheliyon ke saath hasi-mazak, lekin andar se chudai ki tadap roz badhti ja rahi thi. Kabhi-kabhi apne hi sharir ke ango ko sahlate huye main us feeling ko dobara jeene ki koshish karti…


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college mein annual function ke under fashion show rakha gaya tha. 12th class ki ladkiyon ko alag-alag themes mein ramp pe chalna tha. Main bhi selected ho gayi thi. Pehle mana kiya, lekin saheliyan aur teacher ne bahut kaha, isliye haan kar diya.

Us din college ke auditorium mein pura arrangement tha. Lights, music, thodi si crowd—students, teachers, kuch parents. Main backstage mein thi. Jo outfit mujhe diya gaya tha wo thoda fitting tha—short top aur high-waist skirt, jo mere curves ko clearly dikhata tha. Mirror mein dekh kar khud ko ajeeb sa laga. Seal tootne ke baad jo nikhar aaya tha, usne mere figure ko aur set kar diya tha. Soft chunchiyan top ke andar perfect shape mein, patli kamar, wide hips, mote soft kulhe… poora body balanced lag raha tha.

Jab mera number aaya, main ramp pe utri. Music tez tha, lights chamak rahi thin. Main dheere-dheere chali—seedhi kamar, thoda sa confidence. Pehle to normal tha, lekin jaise hi main beech mein pahunchi, crowd se halki si seeti aur taaliyan nikalne lagi. Boys section se kuch awaaze aayi—“Wow!”, “Figure dekh!”, “Kaun hai yeh?”

Main aage badhti rahi. Har kadam pe feel ho raha tha ki nazrein meri body par hain—chhati par, kamar par, hips par. Backstage wapas aayi to Priya aur Sneha ne turant gher liya.

“Anita yaar! Tu toh kamaal ho gayi! Poora hall dekh raha tha tujhe!”

Priya boli, “Sacchi, tera figure abhi itna set ho gaya hai ki lagta hai koi professional model hai. Top mein upar se, neeche se hips… perfect balance. Sab ko pasand aa gaya.”

Sneha ne bhi haan mein kaha, “Haan, even teachers bhi dekh rahe the. Boys to pagal ho rahe the. Tera walk bhi alag tha… confidence ke saath. Heroine nahi, model lag rahi thi.”

Show ke baad bhi log baatein kar rahe the. Kuch ladkiyan aakar tarif karne lagi, kuch boys door se dekh rahe the. Meri body, mera figure… sabko achha lag raha tha. Nikhar, curves, woh maturity jo seal tootne ke baad aayi thi… usne asar dikha diya tha.

Ghar aayi to mummy ne bhi sun liya tha. college se kisi parent ne unhe message kar diya tha ki function mein Anita bahut achhi lagi. Mummy ne mera chehra pakad kar kaha—

“Suna, fashion show mein sabko tera figure pasand aaya? Log model bol rahe hain?”

Main sharma gayi. “Bas aise hi mummy… normal tha.”

Mummy thodi der chup rahi, phir boli, “Normal nahi hai. Tera body ab really set ho gaya hai. Height, face, figure… sab balance mein hai. Agar tu chahe to model ban sakti hai. Professional. Agencies hoti hain, portfolio banwa sakte hain. Main soch rahi hoon… padhai ke saath-saath try kar sakti hai tu.”

Unki awaaz mein pehli baar ek alag si seriousness thi. “Main nahi keh rahi abhi se chhod de padhai. Lekin tera figure, tera look… log dekh rahe hain. Model banne ka soch sakti hai. Agar interest ho to bata.”



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Shaam ka time tha. Ghar mein papa nahi the, mummy kitchen mein thi. Main hall mein TV dekh rahi thi. Channel pe ek bada international fashion show chal raha tha—ramp, lights, music, models. Pehle to normal outfits the, lekin thodi der baad lingerie segment shuru ho gaya.

Screen par ek model aayi—sirf bra aur panty mein. Black lace ka set, jo uske soft curves ko clearly dikhata tha. Uske bade, perfect shape ke boobs bra ke cups mein set the, nipples ka halka outline, patli kamar, wide hips, aur panty ke andar uske soft mound ka shape. Wo confidence ke saath chal rahi thi, body ko thoda sa move karti hui. Lights uske sharir par pad rahi thin, har angle se uska figure highlight ho raha tha.

Main TV ke aur kareeb baith gayi. Us model ko dekhte huye meri saans thodi tez ho gayi. Uske bra-panty wale look ne meri apni body yaad dilwa di—meri soft chunchiyan, meri hips, meri chut… jo ab seal tootne ke baad ek alag si maturity rakhti thin. Main sochne lagi… agar main bhi ramp pe aisi hi… sirf bra-panty mein…

Mummy kitchen se bahar aayi. Unhone TV pe model ko dekha, phir meri taraf. Main jaldi se channel change karne wali thi lekin mummy ne rok diya.

“Dekh rahi hai? Yeh lingerie shows hote hain. Models itne confidence se karti hain.”

Main thoda sharmaate huye boli, “Mummy… pehle college ke fashion show mein sabne mera figure pasand kiya tha na… aapne bhi kaha tha model banne ka soch sakti hoon. Main seriously soch rahi hoon. Aise shows… aise looks… mujhe bhi try karna hai.”

Mummy meri taraf dekhte rahi. Unki nazar TV par model ki bra-panty wali body par gayi, phir mujh par. Unhone TV band nahi kiya. Thodi der chup rahi, phir boli—

“Sacchi soch rahi hai? Model banne ka? Yeh sirf college ka function nahi hai. Bahar real world hai. Portfolio, auditions, agencies… aur kabhi-kabhi aise lingerie shows bhi karne padte hain.”

Main ne haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan mummy. Mera figure ab set hai… aapne bhi kaha. Main try karna chahti hoon.”

Mummy thodi der sochti rahi. Phir unhone apna phone nikala. “Chal, dekhte hain. Meri ek purani pahchan hai… Mrs. Kapoor. Unki beti bhi modelling karti thi. Unse baat karti hoon.”

Unhone number milaya aur call laga diya. Speaker pe thoda sa rakh diya.

“Hello, Mrs. Kapoor? Main bol rahi hoon… haan, lambi baad. Suno, meri beti Anita… 18 saal ki hai, 12th mein hai. Figure uska bahut achha hai, college ke fashion show mein bhi sabne tarif ki. Wo model banne ka soch rahi hai. Aapki beti is line mein thi na… thoda guide kar sakti ho kya? Kahan se start kare, kaunsi agency theek rahegi?”

Phone se awaaz aayi. Mrs. Kapoor ne kuch sawal kiye—height, weight, face, age. Mummy ne mere bare mein bataya. Phir unhone kaha ki portfolio banwana padega, kuch professional photos, phir agencies mein submit karna hoga. Kabhi-kabhi lingerie ya swimsuit rounds bhi hote hain.

Call khatam hone ke baad mummy ne meri taraf dekha. “Unhone kaha potential ho sakta hai. Figure aur face dono matter karte hain. Agar tu serious hai to pehle acche photos banwate hain. Phir aage dekhte hain.”

Main TV ki taraf dekh rahi thi—ab bhi screen par models bra-panty mein ramp pe chal rahi thin. Unke soft curves, confidence, lights… aur mummy ab seriously mere model banne ki baat kar rahi thin, apni pahchan se poochh rahi thin.


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Mummy ne jo baat Mrs. Kapoor se ki thi, uske baad unhone seriously decide kar liya. Ek professional studio book kiya gaya—portfolio ke liye. Subah main aur mummy dono ready hokar nikal pade. Studio ek bade mall ke upar tha, clean, lights wala, white background, softboxes, camera setup.

Photographer ek 30-35 saal ka aadmi tha, professional. Usne pehle normal photos liye—jeans-top, simple dress, smile, serious looks. Phir usne kaha, “Portfolio ke liye lingerie shots bhi zaroori hain. Agencies ab yeh bhi maangti hain. Comfortable ho to alag-alag sets try karte hain.”

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Main thoda nervous thi, lekin unhone haath pakad kar kaha, “Darr mat. Yeh professional hai. Main yahin hoon. Figure tera achha hai, isko dikhana bhi padega. Himmat rakh.”

Changing room mein teen-chaar bra-panty sets rakhe the—black lace, red satin, white cotton, nude colour. Main pehle black lace wala pehna. Bra thoda push-up tha, meri soft chunchiyon ko upar uthata tha, cleavage deep. Panty high-cut, hips aur kulhon ka shape clear dikhati. Mirror mein dekh kar dil zor se dhadka.

Bahar aayi to photographer ne pose set kiye. “Seedhe khadi ho, thoda sa kamar twist, haath hips par… ab thoda sa aage jhuko… smile nahi, soft look.” Flash tez-tez chal rahe the. Mummy side mein khadi thi, kabhi-kabhi bolti—“Kamar aur seedhi… shoulders relax… bahut achha dikh rahi hai.”

Phir red satin set. Yeh thoda zyada shiny tha. Bra ke cups mere boobs ko tightly hold karte the, nipples ka halka outline aa raha tha. Panty peeche se mere soft kulhon ko fully cover karti thi lekin shape bilkul clear tha. Photographer ne floor pe bhi kuch poses liye—leti hui, side se, haath se baal hataate huye. Mummy ne kaha, “Confidence rakh. Yeh sirf photos hain. Tera body set hai, isko dikha.”

White wala set soft aur simple tha. Uske baad photographer ne thoda ruk kar kaha, “Ek-do topless shots bhi le lete hain. Portfolio mein optional hote hain, lekin kai agencies maangti hain. Face cover karke, ya side se… full nude nahi, bas top less.”

Main ekdum se ruk gayi. Mummy meri taraf aayi. Unhone mera haath pakad kar dheere se kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Agar comfortable nahi to mat kar. Lekin soch—model banne ka sapna hai to yeh bhi part hai. Tera figure clean hai, koi sharm ki baat nahi. Himmat kar. Main dekh rahi hoon.”

Unki aankhon mein support tha. Main ne haan mein sir hilaya. Changing room mein bra utaar diya. Ab sirf panty mein thi. Soft chunchiyan azaad thin, nipples thode se tight. Main kaamp rahi thi lekin bahar aa gayi.

Photographer ne professional tarike se poses bataye. “Baal aage laa, face thoda side… haath se cover mat kar, natural… ab back se, sirf side profile… ab bed par baith, knees fold, chunchiyan natural.” Lights chamak rahi thin. Har flash ke saath main feel kar rahi thi ki meri nangi chhati fully capture ho rahi hai. Mummy side mein khadi rahi, kabhi-kabhi bolti—“Shoulders neeche… saans normal le… bahut clean look aa raha hai. Himmat rakh, bas thodi der.”

Kuch shots pure front se bhi ho gaye—meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan, natural nipples, flat pet, panty ke neeche hips. Photographer ne kaha, “Excellent. Body proportion bahut achha hai.”

Session khatam hua to main jaldi se
kapde pehenne chali gayi. Mummy ne mera face pakad kar kaha, “Dekha? Ho gaya. Tu kaamp rahi thi lekin kiya. Yeh himmat aage bhi chahiye. Photos achhe aayenge. Ab agencies ko bhejenge.”
Studio se nikalte waqt meri saans abhi bhi tez thi.


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Portfolio photos aane ke baad mummy ne unhe kuch agencies aur production houses ko bhej diya. Do-teen din baad ek call aaya. Ek mid-level serial production house se. Unhone kaha ki model photos dekh kar unhe mera face aur figure pasand aaya hai. Ek naye serial mein ek young character ka role hai—thoda bold, modern girl. Audition nahi, seedha meeting rakhni hai.

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. “Chal, dekhte hain. Main saath chalungi.”

Office ek bade building ke teesre floor par tha. Reception se hote huye hum andar gaye. Meeting room mein do aadmi baithe the—ek producer, 45-50 saal ka, aur uska assistant. Jaise hi maine entry ki, unki nazrein meri taraf uthi. Pehle face, phir seedha body par. Mere jeans-top mein bhi curves clear the. Producer ki aankhein meri chhati par ruk gayi, phir hips par. Thodi der tak wo openly ghoorte rahe, jaise photos se uthakar seedha saamne dekh rahe hon.

Mummy ke saath maine baith gaya. Unhone portfolio khola—normal shots, lingerie shots, aur wo topless wale bhi. Producer ne har photo ko dheere-dheere dekha. Lingerie wali photos par uski nazar zyada ruki. Topless shots par to usne thoda sa aage jhuk kar dekha. Phir meri taraf dekha, muskuraaya.

“Figure bahut clean hai. Face bhi camera friendly. Role ke liye perfect lagti ho. Thoda bold scenes honge… modern girl hai character.”

Baatein hoti rahi. Role, shooting, payment… sab normal. Lekin beech-beech mein uski nazar baar-baar meri body par chali jaati—chhati, kamar, hips. Mummy bhi notice kar rahi thi.

Meeting ke end mein producer ne kaha, “Ek minute. Main thoda privately baat karna chahta hoon.” Assistant ko bahar bhej diya. Phir mummy se kaha, “Aap bhi ek minute ke liye bahar? Bas thodi personal baat hai.”

Mummy thoda hesitate ki, lekin main ne sir hilaya. Wo bahar chali gayi. Room mein main aur producer akele reh gaye. Usne door band kiya, apni chair se uthkar mere kareeb aaya.

Usne seedha kaha, “Photos dekh kar clear hai… tera body kaafi mature hai. Role mil sakta hai. Lekin… is line mein kabhi-kabhi extra bhi chahiye hota hai. Main tujhe chahta hoon. Sex. Aaj ya kal. Agar haan kiya to role confirm, acchi payment, future mein aur bhi kaam.”

Main ekdum se kaamp si gayi. Uske muh se itni clearly baat nikalna… main kuch bol nahi paayi. Usne phir se meri body ko ghoora.

“Tu chup kyun hai? Soch. Tera figure is kaam ke liye bana hai.”

Main ne jaldi se kaha, “Mummy… mummy se baat kijiye.”

Usne thoda muskuraaya aur door khol kar mummy ko andar bulaya. Mummy aayi to usne seedha unse kaha—

“Mrs., aapki beti ka look bahut strong hai. Role de sakta hoon. Lekin condition hai… mujhe uske saath sex chahiye. Ek-do baar. Uske baad kaam confirm.”

Mummy ka chehra pehle pathra gaya, phir gusse se laal. Unhone meri taraf dekha, phir producer ki taraf.

“Ladki abhi chhoti hai… 17 ki hi hui hai. Yeh kya baat kar rahe ho aap? Hum decent kaam ke liye aaye hain.”

Producer ne haath uthaya. “Main force nahi kar raha. Offer hai. Soch lo. Role bada hai, exposure milega. Agar interested ho to bata dena. Main wait karunga.”

Mummy ne mera haath pakad liya. “Hum sochkar batayenge. Abhi nahi.”

Unhone mujhe uthaya aur seedha bahar nikal liya. Lift mein unka haath kaamp raha tha. Neeche aate-aate unhone dheere se kaha, “Yeh is line ka dark side hai. Main jaanti[img][/img] thi… lekin itna openly… ab ghar chal. Sochna padega.”


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Ghar aate-aate mummy bilkul chup thin. Unka chehra tension se bhara hua tha. Jaise hi ghar ka darwaza band hua, unhone mujhe apne room mein bithaaya aur seedha poocha—

“Anita… tu bata. Usne jo kaha, uske baare mein tera kya sochna hai? Role chahiye kya tujhe itna? Kyunki is line mein… professional world mein… aise offers aate rehte hain. Casting couch… yeh sab hota hai. Main jaanti thi, lekin itna openly… ab tu bata. Agar tu ready hai to alag baat hai. Agar nahi, to hum sochte hain.”

Main neeche dekhte huye boli, “Mummy… main nahi… main nahi karna chahti uske saath. Darr lagta hai.”

Mummy ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Thodi der chup rahi, phir unhone gehri saans li. Unke chehre pe ek sakht faisla sa dikha.

“Theek hai. Phir main karti hoon.”

Main ekdum se unki taraf dekha. “Mummy…?”

Unhone mera haath pakad liya. “Tu chhoti hai abhi. 17 ki hi hui hai. Main nahi chahti ki tu is tarah se shuru kare. Role tujhe chahiye, exposure chahiye… to main unse baat karti hoon. Ladki ki jagah main khud ready hoon. Sex ke liye. Tu abhi chhoti hai… jab badi ho jaayegi, tab sochna. Abhi ke liye main sambhal leti hoon.”

Main kuch bol nahi paayi. Mummy ne phone uthaya aur usi producer ko call laga diya. Speaker pe thoda sa rakh diya.

“Hello… main Anita ki mummy bol rahi hoon. Aapki offer ke baare mein. Ladki abhi ready nahi hai. Wo chhoti hai. Lekin… agar aapko chahiye, to main khud ready hoon. Uske badle. Role Anita ko milna chahiye, payment theek honi chahiye. Main aapke saath… sex ke liye taiyar hoon. Ek-do baar, jitna aap kaho. Lekin ladki ko mat chhuiyega. Jab wo badi ho jaayegi, tab wo khud decide karegi.”

Phone ke doosri taraf thodi silence rahi. Phir producer ki awaaz aayi—

“Aap… aap khud? Serious ho?”

Mummy ki awaaz bilkul stable thi. “Haan. Main serious hoon. Ladki ko role chahiye, mujhe uski future ki fikar hai. Isliye main offer karti hoon. Agar aap maan jao to baat pakki.”

Producer thodi der sochta raha, phir bola, “Theek hai. Main maan jata hoon. Aap aao… kal ya parson. Role Anita ko mil jaayega. Papers bhi sign karwa denge. Lekin aap… aap ready rehna.”

Mummy ne calmly kaha, “Theek hai. Main aaunga. Time bata dena.”

Call cut hua. Mummy ne phone rakh diya aur meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek bhaari thakaan thi, lekin faisla pakka tha.

“Ho gaya. Usne maan liya. Role tujhe milega. Main… main sambhal lungi. Tu ab tension mat le. Yeh professional line ka hisaab hai kabhi-kabhi. Tu padhai pe dhyan de, shooting pe focus kar. Baaki main dekh lungi.”

Main unke saamne kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ne mere liye, mere role ke liye, khud ko aage kar diya tha. Producer ne unki baat maan li thi—



Mummy ne jo faisla liya tha, uske baad se unka mood thoda alag sa ho gaya tha. Parson producer se milne ka time fix ho gaya tha. Shaam ko unhone mujhe apne room mein bulaaya.

“Anita, tu yahin baith. Main taiyar ho rahi hoon… dekh lena.”

Main bed par baith gayi. Mummy ne pehle shower liya. Bathroom se nikalte waqt unke body pe towel tha. Maine pehli baar itne gaur se unka figure dekha. Mummy ka figure abhi bhi bahut set tha. 44 ke around age thi, lekin sharir sambhala hua. Soft, bhari hui chunchiyan towel ke upar se bhi clear shape dikha rahi thin. Kamar patli, hips wide aur rounded, thighs soft aur full. Unka overall figure mature lekin attractive tha—jaise kisi ne sambhal-sambhal kar rakha ho.

Unhone towel hataya aur wardrobe se kapde nikaale. Pehle ek deep maroon blouse pehna. Blouse thoda tight tha, deep neck. Unki soft chunchiyan blouse ke andar perfect shape mein set ho gayin, cleavage clearly dikh rahi thi. Phir matching saree. Saree dbanging karte waqt unki kamar aur hips ka curve aur clear ho gaya. Pallu ko thoda sa side se set kiya to blouse ka neckline aur open dikhne laga.

Phir makeup shuru kiya. Mirror ke saamne baith kar. Light foundation, eyes pe soft smokey touch, lips pe dark maroon lipstick. Eyeliner se aankhein thodi sharp, blush se cheeks pe halka sa rang. Baal khule chhod diye, thode se waves ke saath. Earrings, ek thin necklace, bangles.

Main dekh rahi thi. Mummy ka poora look change ho gaya tha. Normal ghar wali mummy nahi, ek mature, attractive aurat. Saree mein unka figure aur set lag raha tha—blouse mein soft mounds, saree ke under hips ka round shape, kamar ki patli line. Makeup ne unke face ko glow de diya tha. Aankhein sharp, lips inviting.

Unhone mirror mein khud ko dekha, phir meri taraf mudkar kaha—

“Kaisa lag raha hai? Zyada to nahi?”

Main ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut… bahut attractive lag rahi ho mummy. Figure bhi… set hai.”

Unhone thoda muskuraaya, lekin aankhon mein wohi bhaari thakaan thi. “Zaroori hai. Us aadmi ke saamne… presentable dikhna chahiye. Role tere liye hai, isliye main yeh sab kar rahi hoon.”

Unhone saree ka pallu ek baar phir adjust kiya, cleavage thodi si aur set ki. Heels pehne—thodi si height badh gayi, walk mein bhi confidence aa gaya. Perfume spray kiya, halka sa sweet-musky.

Main unhe dekhte huye soch rahi thi… yeh wahi mummy hain jo roz kitchen mein simple kapdon mein rehti thin. Aaj unka figure, unka makeup, unka saree-blouse look… bilkul alag tha. Attractive, mature, aur taiyar. Producer se milne ke liye.

Unhone bag uthaya, last baar mirror mein khud ko dekha, phir meri taraf aayi. “Main ja rahi hoon. Tu ghar pe reh. Papa late aayenge. Tension mat le. Jo bhi hoga, main sambhal lungi.”

Main unke peeche darwaze tak gayi. Mummy ka poora look—tight blouse, deep neck, perfectly dbangd saree, makeup, heels—sab unhe ek alag si aurat bana raha tha.


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Mummy ghar se nikalte hi auto pakad kar chali gayi. Main unke peeche-peeche nikal padi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin ruk nahi paayi. Unka auto follow kiya, thoda distance rakhte huye. Production house wahi tha jahan pehle meeting hui thi. Mummy ne neeche utar kar building ke andar entry li. Main bhi peeche se ghusi, stairs se upar gayi.

Unka room teesre floor pe tha. Corridor thoda sunsaan. Main dheere-dheere unke room ke paas pahunchi. Darwaza band tha, lekin side ki ek khidki thi—thodi si khuli hui, curtain ka corner hawa se hil raha tha. Main us khidki ke peeche chipak kar khadi ho gayi. Andar se awaaze aa rahi thin.

Mummy andar baithi thi. Producer uske saamne chair pe. Usne pehle to normal baat ki—

“Aap aa gayi. Bahut accha. Anita ka role confirm kar dete hain aaj. Papers bhi ready hain.”

Phir uski nazar mummy ke figure par ruki. Deep maroon blouse, tight, cleavage clear. Saree mein unka mature body set lag raha tha. Producer ne openly dekhna shuru kiya.

“Aapki figure toh… bahut well maintained hai. Age dekh ke nahi lagta. Blouse mein… bahut attractive lag rahi hain aap. Anita ki beauty kahan se aayi hai, ab samajh aa gaya.”

Mummy thoda uncomfortable si ho gayi, lekin chup rahi. Producer aage bola—

“Saree aapko bahut suit kar rahi hai. Kamar, hips… sab perfect. Makeup bhi soft aur classy. Aap dekhne mein bilkul young lag rahi hain. Main serious hoon—aapki body Anita se bhi zyada mature aur tempting hai.”

Usne thoda aage jhuk kar kaha, “Main soch raha tha… aap itni well preserved kaise hain. Exercise? Ya naturally? Jo bhi ho, aapki presence room mein alag feel ho rahi hai.”

Mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Aap baat role ki kijiye. Main yahan usi liye aayi hoon.”

Producer hansne laga. “Role pakka hai. Tension mat lo. Lekin aapko dekh kar… dil kar raha hai tarif karne ki. Aapka face, aapka figure, yeh deep neck blouse… sab kuch bahut inviting lag raha hai. Aap sure ho na is decision ke baare mein?”

Mummy ne sir hilaya. “Haan. Ladki ko role chahiye. Main ready hoon.”

Producer ki nazar baar-baar mummy ke cleavage par jaati, phir unke hips par. Wo openly tarif karta raha—

“Aapki skin bhi soft dikh rahi hai. Saree ke under body ka shape… bahut clean. Main honestly bol raha hoon—aapki jagah agar koi aur hoti to main sochta. Lekin aap… aap dekhne layak ho.”

Main khidki se yeh sab dekh aur sun rahi thi. Mummy ka attractive look, producer ki ghoor-ghoor kar tarif, unki baatein… dil bhaari ho raha tha. Unhone mere liye yeh sab saha, aur ab us aadmi ke saamne baith kar apni tarif sun rahi thin.

[Anita patel]

Anita Acha likh rahi ho aap maja aa gya story read krke good job anita I like it husband wali bhi story likho yaar

Please quick reply Diya Karo 
Story pe reply Dene se puri story dobara aa jati he jo story ka moral tod deti he 
Please ho sake to comment mat karo story ki readham Tut jati he.

[harinder singh]

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[Anita patel]

Update 4


Khidki ke peeche se main dekh rahi thi. Producer ab mummy ke aur kareeb aa gaya tha. Usne unka haath pakad kar kaha—

“Aap bilkul ready hain na? Phir der kis baat ki…”

Usne dheere-dheere mummy ke saree ka pallu hatana shuru kiya. Pehle shoulder se, phir pet se. Saree ka ek hissa girne laga. Mummy chup thi, aankhein neeche ki hui. Producer ne saree ko bilkul khol diya aur side mein rakh diya. Ab mummy sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thin.

Usne unke blouse ke hooks peeche se kholne shuru kiye. Ek-ek karke. Blouse dheere-dheere khulte hi unki soft, bhari hui chunchiyan bra ke andar se nikalne lagi. Producer ne blouse utaar diya. Phir bra ke hooks khole. Bra girte hi mummy ki nangi soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin—bhaari, round, mature, nipples thode se dark.

Producer ne unhe dekhte huye kaha—

“Bahut sundar… kisi heroine se kam nahi. Anita ki body abhi develop ho rahi hai, lekin aapki… aapki to perfect hai. Soft, full, aur itni well maintained. Age dekh ke nahi lagta.”

Usne haath badha kar mummy ki ek chunchi ko pakad liya, dheere se dabaya. “Dekho kitni soft hai… weight bhi perfect. Heroine log itna natural nahi rakhti.”


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Phir usne petticoat ka naada khola. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab mummy sirf panty mein thin. Producer ne panty ko bhi dheere-dheere neeche kheench diya. Mummy bilkul nangi khadi thin—soft chunchiyan, thoda sa soft pet, wide hips, full thighs, aur beech mein unki mature chut.

Producer ne unki pure body ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur bola—

“Sacchi… bahut sundar. Kisi bhi top heroine se kam nahi. Figure, skin, shape… sab natural aur tempting. Main khush hoon aap aayi.”

Usne ab apne kapde nikalne shuru kiye. Pehle shirt ke buttons khole, shirt utaari. Phir pant ka button-zip khola, pant neeche ki. Underwear bhi utaar diya. Ab wo bhi nanga tha. Uske sharir pe thodi si charbi thi, lekin lund poora khada, mota aur naseela.

Wo mummy ke kareeb aaya, unki nangi body ko haathon se touch karte huye phir se tarif karne laga—

“Aapki yeh soft chunchiyan… yeh hips… yeh pure body… bilkul heroine jaisi. Nahi, unse bhi better. Natural beauty hai aapki.”

Main khidki se yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Mummy bilkul nangi, producer unki tarif karta hua unke sharir ko touch karta, phir khud bhi nanga ho gaya. Unke beech mein ab koi kapda nahi tha.




Khidki se main dekh rahi thi. Producer ne mummy ko dheere se sofa ki taraf le gaya. Unhe sofa pe lita diya. Mummy ki nangi soft body sofa ke cushion par fail gayi—chunchiyan upar ko, thighs thodi si alag.

Producer unke upar aa gaya. Usne apna khada lund mummy ki chut ke muhane par set kiya. Dheere se push kiya. Lund andar jaane laga. Mummy ki aankhein band thin, chehre pe ek bhaari expression.

Jaise hi pura lund andar gaya, mummy ke muh se ek dheemi siskari nikal gayi—“Ahh…”

Producer ne slow rhythm shuru kiya. Bahar-andar. Har thrust ke saath sofa halka sa hil raha tha. Mummy ke soft chunchiyan uske chest se dabak rahi thin. Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya, choosne laga. Doosri ko haath se dabata raha.

Mummy ke muh se ab siskariyan nikalne lagi—

“Ahh… ahh… dheere…”

Producer ne pace thoda badha diya. Thrusts gehre hone lage. Har baar lund poora andar tak jaata, base tak. Mummy ki thighs uske hips ke around thodi si tight ho rahi thin. Unke muh se awaaze aa rahi thin—

“Uhh… ahh… haan… ahh…”

Producer bhi saans tez kar raha tha. “Kitni soft ho… andar se bhi… ahh… bahut tight…”

Usne mummy ke dono haath sofa ke upar pakad liye aur aur gehre dhakke maarne laga. Sofa ki creaking awaaz ke saath mummy ki siskariyan mil rahi thin.

“Ahh… ahh… umm… ahh…”




Mummy ki soft body har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi. Chunchiyan bounce kar rahi thin, unke face pe mixed expression—dard, pressure, aur thodi si feeling. Producer ne unki ek chunchi ko zor se dabaate huye kaha—

“Heroine se bhi better… ahh… kitni garam ho andar se…”

Thrusts ab medium-fast the. Har dhakke ke saath mummy ki siskari tez ho rahi thi—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… umm…”

Main khidki se yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Mummy sofa pe nangi, legs thodi khuli, producer unke upar missionary mein dhakke maar raha tha. Unke muh se nikalne wali siskariyan, sofa ki awaaz, producer ki saans… poora room un awaazon se bhara tha. Mummy ki soft body har dhakke ke saath move kar rahi thi, chunchiyan uske haath aur muh mein thin, aur beech mein uska mota lund unki chut ke andar baar-baar jaa-jaa kar nikal raha tha.



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Sofa pe mummy ki siskariyan ab tez hoti ja rahi thin. Producer ke dhakke gehre aur continuous the. Mummy ki soft body har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi, chunchiyan bounce kar rahi thin. Unke face pe clear dikh raha tha ki wo jadne ke kareeb hain.

Unke muh se awaaze aa rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… ho raha hai… ahh… andar… ahh…”

Unki thighs thodi si tight hone lagi thin producer ke hips ke around. Saans bilkul tez, pet upar-neeche, chut uske lund ko tightly pakadne lagi thi. Main khidki se dekh sakti thi—mummy bahot garam ho chuki thin. Unka chehra flush, aankhein band, lips se siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Body mein wo vibration si aa gayi thi jo climax se pehle aati hai.

“Ahh… bas… thoda aur… ahh… ahh…”

Producer ne bhi pace badha diya tha. Wo bhi kareeb tha. Lekin tabhi uske muh se ek gehari awaaz nikal gayi. Usne kuch tezz dhakke maare aur phir ekdum se ruk gaya. Uske sharir mein rigidity aayi, aur usne apna paani mummy ki chut ke andar chod diya.

“Ahh… le… sab…”

Uske lund se garam cum ki dhaar nikal rahi thi, mummy ke andar. Lekin mummy abhi poori tarah se nahi pahunchi thin. Unki body abhi bhi tight thi, siskariyan abhi bhi nikal rahi thin, lekin producer ka lund dheere-dheere soft hone laga.

Mummy ne thoda sa hips uthaye, jaise aur friction chahiye. “Abhi… abhi nahi… thoda aur…”

Lekin producer ka lund ab bilkul soft ho chuka tha. Wo mummy ke upar se hat gaya. Uske lund se abhi bhi thoda cum tipak raha tha, mummy ki chut se bhi white sticky liquid nikalne lagi.

Mummy sofa pe leti rahi, saans tez, body abhi bhi garam aur bechain. Unki chunchiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thin, thighs thodi si kaamp rahi thin. Unhone apna haath neeche le jaakar chut par rakha, jaise khud se pura karna chahti hon, lekin phir haath hata liya. Chehre pe clear adhoora pan tha—bahot kareeb thin, bahot garam ho gayi thin, lekin beech mein hi producer ka paani nikal gaya aur wo thanda pad gaya.

Producer saans pakadte huye side mein baith gaya. “Sorry… control nahi raha. Bahut tight thi aap…”

Mummy ne aankhein kholi. Unke face pe satisfaction nahi, balki ek bhaari adhoori feeling thi. Body abhi bhi heat mein thi, chut se uska cum nikal raha tha, lekin climax nahi hua tha. Wo adhoori reh gayi thin.

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Sofa pe mummy abhi bhi leti thin, body garam, saans tez. Producer side mein baitha tha, uska lund bilkul soft, thoda sa cum abhi bhi tipak raha tha. Mummy ne thodi der aankhein band karke rakhi, phir uthi.

Unhone dheere se producer ke beech mein jagah banayi aur uske soft lund ko haath mein le liya. “Abhi… abhi poora nahi hua. Thoda sa…”

Unhone jhuk kar uske lund ko muh ke kareeb laaya. Pehle jeebh se tip se chaata—cum ke mix ko saaf karte huye. Phir dheere-dheere pure soft shaft ko muh mein le liya. Garam muh se usko warm karne lagi. Baahar-andar, jeebh se neeche tak lick karti, kabhi sir ko choosti, kabhi pure ko muh mein daboch ti.

Producer ki aankhein band thin. “Ahh… soft hai abhi… try kar rahi ho…”

Mummy ne himmat nahi haari. Wo continuously chus rahi thin—kabhi slow, kabhi thoda tez. Haath se neeche balls ko bhi sahla rahi thin. Lund ko garam rakhne ki koshish, muh ki garmi se, jeebh ke pressure se. Thodi der tak aise hi karti rahi. Uske thook se lund chamak raha tha, lekin khada nahi ho raha tha. Soft hi raha.

Mummy ne muh se nikaala, haath se upar-neeche kiya, phir se muh mein liya. Is baar thoda lamba time tak choosa. Garam saans, geeli jeebh, continuous motion. Lekin lund bilkul reaction nahi de raha tha. Soft, limp, koi hardness nahi.

Producer ne dheere se kaha, “Bas… nahi ho raha. Age ho gayi… ek baar ke baad jaldi nahi uthta.”






Mummy ne kuch seconds aur try kiya. Muh se, haath se, garam karne ki poori koshish. Lekin kuch nahi hua. Lund waise ka waise soft pada raha.

Unke chehre pe clear nirasata aa gayi. Aankhon mein wo aag abhi bhi thi jo adhoori reh gayi thi, lekin ab samajh aa gaya tha ki kuch nahi hone wala. Unhone lund ko chhod diya.

Chupchaap uthi. Pehle panty uthayi, pehni. Phir bra lagayi, blouse button kiye. Petticoat aur saree dheere-dheere drap kiya. Makeup thoda smudge ho gaya tha, baal bikhre the. Unhone bag uthaya, bina kuch zyada bole producer ki taraf dekha.

“Role ka paper…”

Producer ne table se file uthayi. “Haan… le jao. Anita ka role confirm hai. Kal se papers formal kar denge.”

Mummy ne file li, darwaza khola aur bahar nikal gayi. Main jaldi se corridor ke kone mein chipak gayi. Unke kadam stairs se neeche ja rahe the—thode bhaari, thode thake huye.

Main peeche-peeche ghar tak aayi. Darwaza khulte hi mummy andar aayi. Unka chehra thaka hua, niras. Saree sahi se drap nahi thi, lipstick halki si faili hui.




Mummy ghar wapas aayi to unka chehra thaka hua tha, lekin aankhon mein abhi bhi wo garmi baaki thi. Saree sahi se drap nahi thi, baal thode bikhre, lipstick halki si faili hui. Unhone jate hi mujhe dekh kar kaha—

“Papa aaj nahi aayenge. Unka tour extend ho gaya. Kal shaam tak wapas aayenge. Tu apne kamre mein rehna.”

Main ne sir hilaya. Mummy seedha apne room mein chali gayi. Darwaza band nahi kiya poori tarah. Main thodi der baad dheere se unke room ke paas gayi. Khidki se jhaank kar dekha.

Mummy ne saree utaar di thi. Ab sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thin. Blouse ke buttons khule the, soft chunchiyan thodi si bahar dikh rahi thin. Unka chehra abhi bhi flush tha, saans normal nahi thi. Wo bed par baithi thin, phone haath mein.

Unhone kisi number pe call lagaya. Awaaz dheemi thi, lekin main sun sakti thi.

“Hello… main bol rahi hoon. Haan, wohi. Aaj raat… ghar pe aana. Papa nahi hain, tour pe hain. Haan…muje kam he  Tu aa jaana. 9 baje ke around aa jana

Call cut karke unhone message bheja. Phir phone side mein rakh diya. Unhone blouse poori tarah khol diya. Soft, bhari hui chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unhone unhe haath se dabaya, thoda sa masla—jaise abhi bhi bechaini baaki ho. Petticoat ke under se bhi unki body restless dikh rahi thi.

Main dekh rahi thi. Mummy ka sharir abhi bhi garam tha. Producer ke saath adhoora reh gaya tha, lund khada nahi hua tha, isliye ab unhone kisi aur ko call kiya tha. Koi ajnabi… ya shayad koi purana number. Raat ko ghar aane ko kaha tha.

Unhone thodi der aise hi apni chunchiyon ko sahlaate huye baithi rahi. Aankhein band, saans thodi tez. Phir unhone blouse wapas set kiya, lekin buttons poore nahi bandhe. Room ki light dim kar di.

Main apne kamre mein wapas aa gayi. Dil bhaari tha.



Shaam ka khana chupchaap hua. Papa nahi the, isliye table pe sirf main aur mummy. Mummy ne simple se kapde pehne the, lekin unka chehra abhi bhi thoda flush tha. Khana khaate waqt unhone mujhe zyada nahi dekha. Khana khatam hote hi unhone mujhe kaha—

“Anita, tu jaldi so ja. Subah classes hain na? Late mat karna. Main bhi thak gayi hoon, apne room mein chali jaungi.”

Main ne sir hilaya. “Haan mummy.”

Wo uth kar apne room mein chali gayi. Thodi der baad main unke room ke paas se guzri to dekha ki unhone nighty pehan li thi. Soft, thodi si thin material ki nighty—light pink. Andar bra nahi thi, isliye unki soft chunchiyon ka shape clearly dikh raha tha. Nighty knees tak thi, neeche kuch nahi. Unke baal khule the, face clean. Wo bed par baithi phone dekh rahi thin.

Main apne kamre mein aa gayi, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Darwaza thoda sa khula chhod diya. Time guzarne laga. 9 baje, 9:30… ghar bilkul sunsaan. Papa tour pe the, koi nahi tha.

Main intezar kar rahi thi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Kaun aane wala hai? Jisse mummy apni bachi hui aag bujhane wali hain. Producer ke saath adhoora reh gaya tha, lund khada nahi hua tha, isliye unhone kisi aur ko bulaaya tha. Kaun hoga? Koi purana number? Koi ajnabi?

10 baje ke kareeb bahar se halki si awaaz aayi. Gate ki bell baji. Main dheere se apne bed se uthi aur khidki ke paas gayi. Neeche andhere mein ek aadmi khada tha. Average height, umr me bhi bada tha ke . Andhera hone ki vajah se pahchan nahi aa raha tha Usne gate pe halka sa knock kiya.

Mummy ne darwaza khola. Unki nighty mein soft body dim light mein dikh rahi thi. Unhone us aadmi ko andar liya, ungli se hush ka ishara kiya, phir darwaza band kar diya. Dono seedha mummy ke room ki taraf gaye.

Main apne kamre ke darwaze se jhaank rahi thi. Mummy ke room ka darwaza band hua. Ab ghar mein phir se silence. Lekin main jaanti thi… andar mummy apni bachi hui aag us aadmi ke saath bujhane wali hain. Jo producer nahi kar paya, wo ab yeh aadmi poora karega shayad.





Mummy ke room ka darwaza band ho chuka tha. Main andar se kuch dekh nahi sakti thi. Keyhole se bhi clear nahi dikhta tha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Main dheere se baramde ki taraf gayi. Mummy ke room ki side wali khidki thi—thodi si khuli hui, curtain ka ek kone hawa se hil raha tha.

Main bare feet baramde mein gayi, khidki ke bilkul kareeb chipak kar khadi ho gayi. Andar dim light thi. Pehle to sirf do shadows dikhe. Phir jaise hi position change hui, main us aadmi ka chehra dekh paayi.

Mera dil ekdum se ruk sa gaya.

Wo… wahi buddha tha.

Wahi… jisse meri sil tooti thi. Jisne mujhe pehli baar choda tha. Jisne mere khoon se apna lund geela kiya tha. Jisne mummy-papa ke bed par meri virginity li thi. Wahi umr, wahi face, wahi kathor haath. Main aankhein phaad kar dekh rahi thi—heran, shock, aur ek ajeeb si thakan se.

Andar se awaaze aa rahi thin. Mummy ki awaaz—

“Tum… yahi the? Main soch nahi sakti thi ki tum aaoge.”

Buddha bola, uski awaaz wahi thi jo main pehchaan ti thi—
Tum dono ma beti ke lie hi mera lund he aaj teri garmi Puri nikal Dunga,

Mummy thodi der chup rahi. Phir boli—

“Anita so rahi hai. Aawaz mat karna. Aur… dheere.”

Buddha hansne laga. “Anita… us din ke baad se main uske bare mein sochta raha. Itni tight thi… itna khoon… lekin aaj tum ho. Tumhari body dekh kar… lagta hai beti se bhi zyada soft hogi.”

Mummy ne kaha, “Uske bare mein mat bol. Aaj main hoon. Jo baaki reh gaya hai… woh poora kar.”

Buddha aage badha. “Kapde utaro. Main dekhna chahta hoon. Dono ma beti me kya farak he… main nahi chhodunga. Aaj poori raat… jitni baar body maange.”

Mummy ki awaaz mein thakan aur garmi dono thi. “Haan… utaar rahi hoon. Lekin quiet. Anita ko pata nahi chalna chahiye.”

Main khidki se dekh rahi thi—heran, kaampte huye. Wahi buddha… meri seal todne wala… ab meri mummy ke room mein tha. Dono ke beech sex ki baatein ho rahi thin. Wo mummy ki aag bujhane aaya tha. Jo usne meri chut se shuru kiya tha, ab wo meri mummy ke saath jaari rakhne wala tha.

Mera sar ghumne laga. Khidki ke peeche se main un dono ko dekhti rahi… shock se pathra hua.






Khidki se main dekh rahi thi, dil abhi bhi shock se dhadak raha tha. Wahi buddha… meri seal todne wala… ab mummy ke room mein tha.

Mummy ne dheere se apni nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Soft pink nighty unke shoulders se slide hoti hui neeche gir gayi. Ab wo bilkul nangi thin—soft, bhari hui chunchiyan, thoda sa mature pet, wide hips, full thighs. Buddha unhe dekhte huye aage badha.

Usne pehle dono haath se mummy ki chunchiyon ko pakad liya. Kathor, buddhe haath unke soft mounds ko dabane lage, masalne lage. “Bahut soft… beti se bhi zyada full. Kai din se kisi  ne isko sahi se touch bhi nahi kiya hoga.”

Mummy ke muh se ek dheemi siskari nikal gayi. Buddha jhuk gaya aur ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se nipple ko ragda, choosa, daant se halka kaata. Doosri chunchi ko haath se dabaate huye gol-gol ghumaya. Mummy ki aankhein band thin, haath uske sar par the.

Usne baari-baari se dono chunchiyon ko choosa, chaata, masla. Thook se unki soft skin chamakne lagi. Phir usne muh neeche kiya—pet ko chooma, naabhi mein jeebh daali, phir aur neeche.

Mummy ki thighs ko alag kiya. Unki chut ab bilkul nangi thi. Buddha ne pehle nose se soongha, phir jeebh se ek lamba lick maara—neeche se upar tak. Mummy ka sharir kaamp utha. “Ahh…”

Usne unki soft lips ko khola aur jeebh andar tak daal di. Garam, geeli jeebh se unki chut ko chaatne laga—clit ko choosna, slit ko upar-neeche lick karna, kabhi andar tak jeebh daalna. Mummy ke muh se ab continuous siskariyan nikal rahi thin.

“Uhh… ahh… haan… wahan…”

Buddha ne unki dono thighs ko apne kandhon par rakh liya aur aur gehraai se chaatne laga. Kabhi clit ko daant se halka kaatta, kabhi pure muh se unki chut ko daboch leta. Mummy ki hips thodi si hilne lagi thin.

Phir usne do ungliyan dheere se unki chut mein daal di. Andar-bahar karne laga, saath mein clit ko jeebh se ragadta raha. Mummy ki siskariyan tez ho gayi.

“Ahh… ahh… umm… dheere… ahh…”

Buddha ne ungliyan nikaal kar apna muh phir se laga diya. Unke juices uske chin tak geele the. Wo continuously chaat raha tha, choos raha tha, ungliyon se andar stretch kar raha tha. Mummy ke dono haath ab sheets ko pakde huye the, body thodi si tadap rahi thi.

Main khidki se yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Mummy bilkul nangi, nighty floor par, aur wahi buddha unke sharir ko chaat-chaat kar, chunchiyan masal-masal kar, chut ko gehraai se khaa raha tha.





Khidki se main dekh rahi thi. Buddha ne ab apne kapde nikalne shuru kiye. Kurta utaara, phir dhothi. Uske buddhe sharir ke saath uska lund nikal aaya—pehle jaisa hi mota, naseela, poora khada. Mere khoon ki yaad dilane wala.

Usne mummy ka haath pakad kar unhe bed ki taraf le gaya. Wahi bed… mummy-papa ka double bed. Jis bed par usne meri sil todi thi, meri pehli baar ki chudai hui thi, jahan meri khoon se chadar laal hui thi. Aaj usi bed par meri maa ki chudai hone wali thi.

Mummy bed par let gayi. Buddha unke upar aaya. Usne unki thighs ko alag kiya, apna khada lund unki chut ke muhane par set kiya. Dheere se push shuru kiya.

Lund ka sir andar gaya. Mummy ke muh se ek gehri siskari nikal gayi—“Ahh…”

Buddha ne aur dheere pressure diya. Uske mote shaft ne unki soft chut ko kholna shuru kiya. Inch by inch andar jaata gaya. Mummy ki aankhein band thin, haath sheets ko pakde huye.

“Uhh… ahh… mota hai… ahh…”

Dheere-dheere uska poora lund mummy ki chut mein chala gaya. Base tak. Buddha thodi der ruk gaya, andar deep press kiye huye. Phir usne slow motion shuru kiya—bahar nikaalta, phir andar daalta. Har thrust bilkul dheere, gehra.

Mummy ki siskariyan continuous ho gayi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… haan… ahh… andar…”

Buddha ne jhuk kar unki ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya, choosne laga. Doosri ko haath se dabaate huye. Uske dhakke ab regular the—slow, deep, continuous. Har baar lund poora andar tak jaata, mummy ki soft body hilti.

Wahi bed… jahan meri chut phati thi, jahan mera khoon gira tha… aaj usi bed par buddha meri mummy ko missionary mein dheere-dheere chod raha tha. Uske mote lund ka har slow thrust, mummy ki siskariyan, unki soft chunchiyon ka choosna… main khidki se sab dekh rahi thi.

Buddha ne mummy ke dono legs ko thoda aur khol diya aur aur deep jaane laga. “Kitni garam ho… beti jaisi tight nahi, lekin soft bahut…”

Mummy ke muh se bas siskariyan nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… umm… ahh…”


Khidki se main dekh rahi thi. Buddha mummy ke upar missionary position mein tha. Uske mote lund ke gehre dhakke lag rahe the. Har baar jab wo poora andar jata, to chut se ek geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalti—

Thap… thap… thap…

Mummy ki siskariyan us awaaz ke saath mil rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… uhh… ahh…”

Buddha ne unke dono legs ko aur khol diya aur pace thoda badha diya. Ab dhakke medium-fast the. Har thrust ke saath unki soft chunchiyan bounce karti, sofa nahi… wahi bed hil raha tha. Thap-thap ki awaaz aur tez ho gayi.

Usne jhuk kar mummy ke kaan ke paas kaha—

“Teri chut bhi kam nahi… beti ke mukable. Us din Anita itni tight thi ki khoon nikal aaya tha… lekin tu… tu soft hai, garam hai, aur andar se itni geeli. Beti jaisi nakli tightness nahi, asli maza hai.”

Mummy ke muh se bas siskariyan nikal rahi thin. “Ahh… mat bol uske baare mein… ahh… ahh…”

Buddha ne unki ek chunchi ko zor se pakad liya aur choosne laga. Dhakke ab continuous the. Thap-thap… thap-thap… har baar lund poora andar, base tak.

Mummy ki body ab change hone lagi. Unki siskariyan tez aur short hone lagi—

“Ahh… ahh… ho raha hai… ahh… andar… ahh… main… ahh…”

Unki thighs kaampne lagi, chut ne uske lund ko tightly pakad liya. Pehli baar unka climax aaya. Poora sharir tight ho gaya, aankhein band, muh se ek gehari awaaz nikal gayi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh…”

Unki chut uske lund ko bar-bar squeeze kar rahi thi. Buddha ne unke climax ke dauran dhakke nahi rokhe. Wo continuously chodta raha—thap-thap, thap-thap. Mummy abhi bhi kaamp rahi thin, oversensitive, lekin usne unke legs aur khol kar gehre dhakke maarte rakhe.

“Nikal ab… saath mein…”

Usne kuch aur tezz dhakke maare aur phir dono ke saath uska bhi paani nikal gaya. Garam cum mummy ki chut ke deep mein jaane laga. Mummy ki siskariyan uske cum ke saath mil gayi—

“Ahh… ahh… garam… ahh…”

Buddha ke last thrusts ke saath thap-thap ki awaaz ab geeli aur sticky ho chuki thi. Dono ka paani mix hokar unki thighs se bed par girne laga. Mummy ki body abhi bhi halki-halki kaamp rahi thi, pehli baar poora climax feel karte huye. Buddha unke upar tha, lund abhi bhi andar, dheere-dheere soft hota hua.

Main khidki se yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Wahi bed, wahi buddha, ab meri maa ke saath. Unki chudai kar chuka tha.




Kuch der dono saans pakadte huye leti rahe. Buddha abhi bhi mummy ke upar tha, lund dheere-dheere soft ho raha tha lekin abhi bhi unki chut ke andar tha. Mummy ne aankhein kholi aur uske chehre ko dekha.

Unhone dheere se kaha, awaaz mein thakan aur ek ajeeb si garmi thi—

“Tera lund… beti ki chudai ke din se hi bha gaya tha mujhe. Us din jab tu uske room se nikal raha tha… main dekh rahi thi. Mota aur lamba… umar ke hisaab se bhi itna strong. Tab se… tab se yaad tha.”

Buddha uski baat sunkar hansne laga. Usne apna lund dheere se bahar nikaala. Cum aur unke juices se geela. Phir wo mummy ke bagal mein let gaya aur unke soft sharir ko haath se sahlaane laga.

“Tab se yaad tha? Isliye aaj bulaya?”

Mummy ne jawab nahi diya. Uske haath unki chunchiyon par the. Wo phir se unhe dabane laga, masalne laga. Nipples ko pinch kiya, ghumaya. Phir jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se choosne laga, daant se halka kaatne laga. Mummy ke muh se phir se siskari nikalne lagi.

“Ahh… haan…”

Buddha ne dono chunchiyon ko baari-baari se choosa, chaata, masla. Phir muh neeche le gaya. Mummy ki thighs kholi aur unki cum-bhari chut ko jeebh se chaatne laga. Apna hi cum aur unke juices ko saaf karte huye, clit ko choosta, slit ko deep lick karta. Mummy ki hips phir se hilne lagi.

“Uhh… ahh… phir se…”

Usne do ungliyan andar daal di, tezi se andar-bahar karne laga, saath mein clit ko jeebh se ragadta raha. Mummy ki body dobara garam hone lagi. Siskariyan tez hoti gayi.

Buddha ne muh uthaya, apna lund haath mein liya jo ab phir se khada ho chuka tha. Usne mummy ke upar aate huye kaha—

“Beti ki chudai maine ek hi baar ki thi… wo bhi uske maangne par nahi, mere zabardasti. Lekin aaj… aaj tujhe jamke chodunga. Raat bhar. Jitni baar body maange, utni baar.husband se bhi jyada chodunga.”

Usne phir se apna mota lund mummy ki geeli chut par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar tak daal diya. Mummy ki zor ki siskari nikal gayi.

“Ahhh…!”

Buddha ne ab slow nahi kiya. Gehre, mazboot dhakke shuru kar diye. Har baar poora lund, base tak. Thap-thap ki awaaz phir se gunjne lagi.

“Aaj jamke… poori raat… teri is soft chut ko yaad dilaunga ki mota lund kya hota hai.”

Mummy ke muh se ab continuous siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Unki chunchiyan uske haathon mein thin, body har dhakke ke saath hil rahi thi. Main khidki se dekh rahi thi—


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Buddha abhi bhi missionary mein gehre dhakke maar raha tha. Mummy ki siskariyan continuous thin. Tabhi achanak usne apna lund bahar nikaal liya. Mummy ek second ke liye khali feel hui, unke muh se ek adhoori si awaaz nikal gayi.

“Ahh… mat nikaal…”

Buddha ne unhe jaldi se palat diya. Mummy ko pet ke bal litaya, hips upar uthaye. Doggy style. Usne unke soft kulhon ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur apna khada lund unki geeli chut ke muhane par set karke ek hi dhakke mein andar tak daal diya.

“Ahhh…!”

Ab position change hone se lund aur deep ja raha tha. Buddha ne peeche se dhakke shuru kiye—mazboot, gehre, continuous. Har baar jab uska mota lund poora andar jata, to chut se ek geeli, bhaari thap-thap ki awaaz nikalti—

Thap… thap… thap… thap…

Awaaz room mein gunj rahi thi. Mummy ke muh se siskariyan bilkul control ke bahar nikal rahi thin—

“Ahh… ahh… uhh… ahh… deep… ahh…”

Buddha ne unke hips ko aur tightly pakad liya aur pace badha diya. Ab dhakke tez the. Har thrust ke saath unke soft kulhe uske pet se takrate, chunchiyan bed par ragad khati thin. Thap-thap ki awaaz aur tez, aur geeli.

“Ahh… ahh… bas… ahh… itna deep… ahh…”

Usne ek haath aage badha kar unki chunchi pakad li, peeche se dhakke maarte huye usko masalne laga. Doosre haath se unke baal pakad kar thoda sa kheencha. Mummy ki back arch ho gayi, siskariyan aur tez.

Bahot lambi chudai chal rahi thi. Buddha rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Kabhi slow, gehre dhakke—poora lund andar tak, thoda sa ghumakar, phir bahar. Kabhi tez, short, mazboot thrusts. Thap-thap… thap-thap… thap-thap… awaaz rukti hi nahi thi.

Mummy ki body ab bilkul goonj rahi thi. Paseena unki peeth par chamak raha tha. Siskariyan ab shabdon mein badalne lagi thin—

“Ahh… chod… ahh… jamke… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”

Buddha ne unke hips ko aur upar uthaya, angle change kiya, aur aur deep jaane laga. Har dhakke ke saath uska balls unki chut se takrata. Awaaz ab aur bhaari, aur geeli.

Main khidki se dekh rahi thi—mummy doggy mein, hips upar, buddha peeche se unhe jamke chod raha tha. Uske mote lund ki thap-thap, mummy ki continuous siskariyan, unki soft body ka hilna… yeh chudai ruki nahi thi.


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Bahot der ki doggy style chudai ke baad buddha achanak ruk gaya. Usne apna mota lund mummy ki chut se bahar nikaal liya. Cum aur unke juices se geela lund thoda sa jump sa kiya. Mummy ek second ke liye adhoori si feel hui, unke muh se ek frustrated si awaaz nikal gayi.

Buddha bed par seedha let gaya. Usne apne khade lund ko haath se pakad kar upar ki taraf seedha kiya aur mummy ki taraf dekhte huye bola—

“Agar tujhe aur chudai karni hai… to aaja. Khud lund pe chadh. Jitna jamke chahiye, utna le. Main nahi hilunga. Tu khud kar.”

Mummy thodi der uske khade lund ko dekhti rahi—mota, naseela, unke hi cum se chamakta hua. Phir wo uthi aur uske upar aa gayi. Unhone apni geeli chut ko uske lund ke tip par set kiya aur dheere-dheere neeche baithna shuru kiya.

“Ahhh…”

Lund inch by inch unki chut ke andar chala gaya. Jab pura andar tak chala gaya to mummy ne dono haath uske seene par rakh liye aur hips hilani shuru kar di.

Pehle dheere… upar-neeche. Phir thoda tez. Unke soft kulhe uske pet par baar-baar padne lage. Chut se geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalne lagi.

Buddha ne neeche se unki chunchiyan pakad li. “Haan… aise… jamke… apni chut se lund ko mel…”

Mummy ne pace badha diya. Ab wo poori tarah se uske lund pe chadhi hui thin, hips tezi se upar-neeche, gol-gol ghumate huye. Unki siskariyan continuous thin—

“Ahh… ahh… kitna mota… ahh… poora andar… ahh…”

Buddha ne unke hips ko pakad kar neeche se bhi thoda thrust dena shuru kiya. “Bol… kaisa lag raha hai? Beti ke baad ab maa ko bhi yahi lund chahiye?”

Mummy ne aankhein band karke kaha, awaaz mein gandi garmi thi—

“Haan… chahiye… yahi mota lund… ahh… beti ko diya tha ek baar… aaj mujhe jamke de… ahh… chod mujhe… ahh…”

Wo aur tezi se uske lund pe uthne-baithne lagi. Unki chunchiyan uske face ke upar bounce kar rahi thin. Buddha ne muh khol kar ek chunchi pakad li, choosne laga. Mummy ki hips ab bilkul control ke bahar thin—tez, gehli, continuous.

“Ahh… kha ja… is chut ko… ahh… meri beti ki tarah… ahh… mat chhod… ahh…”

Buddha ne neeche se unke baal pakad liye. “Bol aur… gandi bol… kya chahiye tujhe?”

Mummy ki awaaz ab bilkul dirty ho chuki thi—

“Lund chahiye… tera mota lund… ahh… chut phaad de… ahh… cum se bhar de… ahh… jo beti ko diya tha… mujhe bhi de… ahh… jamke chod… ahh…”




Mummy ab bilkul ruki nahi thin. Wo uske mote lund pe chadhi hui thin, hips tezi se upar-neeche kar rahi thin. Har baar jab wo neeche baithti, lund poora andar tak jaata, aur geeli thap-thap ki awaaz nikalti. Unki soft chunchiyan uske face ke upar bounce kar rahi thin, paseena unki peeth aur pet par chamak raha tha.

Unki awaaz ab bilkul gandi aur bechain thi—

“Ahh… le… poora le… ahh… mota lund… ahh… chut ke andar… ahh… phaad de… ahh…”

Buddha neeche se unke hips pakde huye tha, kabhi-kabhi neeche se thrust bhi de raha tha. “Haan… bol… kya chahiye? Beti ko diya tha na yeh lund… ab maa ko bhi chahiye?”

Mummy ne aur tezi se hips hilani shuru kar di. “Haan… chahiye… ahh… yahi lund… ahh… beti ki tarah mujhe bhi… ahh… cum se bhar de… ahh… andar… ahh…”

Unki siskariyan ab short aur tez ho chuki thin. Body kaampne lagi thi. Chut ne uske lund ko tightly pakad liya tha. Wo bilkul kareeb thi.

“Ahh… ho raha hai… ahh… main… ahh… nikal rahi hoon… ahh…”

Unki hips ekdum se tight ho gayi, poora sharir kaamp utha. Chut uske lund ko bar-bar squeeze karne lagi. Mummy ki zor ki siskari nikal gayi—

“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh…”

Unka paani nikalne laga—garam, geela, uske lund ke around se beh raha tha. Buddha ne bhi control khoya. Usne neeche se kuch tezz thrust diye aur apna cum unki chut ke deep mein chod diya.

“Le… sab… ahh… le ja…”

Dono ka paani ek saath nikal raha tha. Mummy ki chut uske lund ko mel rahi thi, uska garam cum unke andar jaa raha tha. Unki hips abhi bhi halki-halki hil rahi thin, last waves nikalte huye. Siskariyan ab dheemi pad rahi thin, lekin body abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi.

Buddha ne unke hips ko pakde rakha, lund abhi bhi andar. Cum unki thighs se bed par girne laga. Mummy uske upar jhuki hui thi, saans haafte huye, chunchiyan uske seene se chipki hui.

Main khidki se yeh last scene dekh rahi thi—mummy uske lund pe chadhi hui thi.


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Khidki se main ab tak dekh rahi thi. Mummy us buddhe ke lund pe chadhi hui thin, dono ka paani nikal chuka tha, body abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi. Unki siskariyan, thap-thap ki awaaze, gandi baatein… sab kuch mere kaano mein gunj raha tha.

Mera apna sharir bhi react kar raha tha. Chunchiyon ke nipples tight ho gaye the, panty geeli hone lagi thi. Har siskari ke saath meri saans tez ho rahi thi. Us buddhe ka lund yaad aa raha tha—mota, naseela, jo kabhi meri chut ke andar tha, jo meri sil tod chuka tha. Us din ka dard, khoon, phir maza… sab taaza ho gaya.

Main aur nahi dekh paayi. Kaampte huye baramde se hat gayi. Room mein aakar bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Bechaini itni thi ki sharir mein aag si lagi hui thi. Chut mein geelapan, chunchiyon mein weight sa feel ho raha tha. Uske lund ki yaad bar-bar aa rahi thi—kaise usne pehli baar mera phaada tha, kaise uski thap-thap meri chut par padi thi.

Main uthi. Bahar nikalne ka mann kiya. Socha… agar koi mil jaye… koi jo is aag ko bujha de. Papa nahi the, mummy busy thi us buddhe ke saath. Main dheere se ghar se nikal gayi. Society ke andar raat ke 12 baj rahe the. Galiyan sunsaan.

Main gate ki taraf badhi. Wahan chowkidar baitha tha—45-50 saal ka, thoda sa mota, kursi par jhuk kar. Usne mujhe dekh liya. Main uske kareeb gayi. Mera face flush tha, saans abhi bhi normal nahi thi. Nighty nahi, simple kameez pehni thi, lekin body ke neeche sab garam tha.

Chowkidar ne meri taraf dekha. “Kya baat hai beta? Itni raat ko bahar? Sab theek hai?”

Main uske saamne khadi rahi. Uske sharir ko dekha—haath, seena, neeche. Dimag mein buddhe ka lund ghoom raha tha. Socha… agar yeh… agar yeh maan jaye…

Lekin muh se kuch nahi nikal paaya. Bas usko dekhti rahi. Chowkidar thoda confuse sa ho gaya. “Kuch chahiye kya? Paani? Ya ghar mein koi problem?”

Main ne sir hilaya, “Nahi… bas… ghumne nikli thi.”

Usne meri taraf ek nazar dauri—mere flushed face, tez saans, thodi si bikhri hui body language. Shayad usne kuch sense kar liya, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas kursi par seedha ho gaya.

Main wahan se laut aayi. Ghar ke andar aakar apne room mein let gayi. Neeche panty bilkul geeli thi. Buddhe ka lund, mummy ki siskariyan, unki chudai… aur ab chowkidar ka chehra… sab dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Aag bujhne ke bajaye aur bhadak gayi thi. Main bed par kaampte huye leti rahi, apni hi bechaini ke saath.




Room mein leti rahi lekin aag sant nahi hui. Buddhe ka lund, mummy ki siskariyan, unki thap-thap… sab yaad aa-aa kar mujhe aur bechain kar rahe the. Panty bilkul geeli thi, chunchiyan bhaari aur sensitive. Main uthi.

Wardrobe se ek thin nighty nikaali—light colour, soft material, andar se almost transparent. Bra nahi pehni. Nighty mein meri soft chunchiyan clearly shape dikha rahi thin, nipples ke outline bhi. Neeche panty bhi nahi. Sirf nighty.

Dheere se ghar se nikal gayi. Society ke gate tak gayi. Chowkidar abhi bhi apni kursi par baitha tha. Raat ke 12:30 baj rahe the. Usne mujhe dekhte hi aankhein phaad li.

Main seedha uske paas gayi. Uske bilkul saamne khadi ho gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin aag itni thi ki sharm peeche pad gayi.

Usne meri taraf dekha. “Phir aa gayi? Kuch hua kya?”

Main ne kuch nahi bola. Bas uske aankhon mein dekhte huye apni nighty ke dono straps dheere-dheere neeche kiye. Nighty mere shoulders se slide hoti hui neeche girne lagi. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan ekdum nangi ho gayin—uske saamne, raat ke andhere mein, gate ke paas.

Chowkidar ki aankhein phaad ki phaad reh gayi. Usne saans rok li. Meri nangi chunchiyan, hard nipples, soft white skin… sab uski aankhon ke saamne tha.

Main ne nighty ko aur neeche kiya, taaki wo clearly dekh sake. Thoda sa aage badhi, uske bilkul kareeb. Meri nangi chunchiyan uske face ke level par thin.

“Dekho…” main ne dheere se kaha. Awaaz kaamp rahi thi, lekin usmein bechaini clear thi.

Chowkidar ab bhi pathra sa baitha tha. Uske muh se dheere se nikla, “Yeh… yeh kya kar rahi ho beta…? Itni raat ko… nangi…”

Main ne jawab nahi diya. Bas wahan khadi rahi, apni nangi chunchiyan uske saamne kiye huye. Hawa mein nipples aur tight ho gaye the. Uski nazrein meri chunchiyon par hi atki hui thin—unke weight par, unke shape par, hard nipples par.

Aag ab bhi sant nahi hui thi. Balki uske ghoorne se aur bhadak gayi thi. Main uske saamne nangi chunchiyan kiye khadi thi, intezar karte huye… ki wo kuch kare.


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Chowkidar meri nangi chunchiyon ko dekhte hi control kho baitha. Uske aankhon mein pehle shock tha, phir ek dum se bhook. Usne aas-paas ek nazar dauri—society sunsaan thi, koi nahi dikh raha tha. Phir usne mera haath pakad liya.

“Chal… yahan nahi…”

Usne mujhe gate ke side mein apni chhoti si ordi (chowkidar quarter) mein kheench liya. Ek room, bilkul chhota. Andar sirf ek purani khatiya thi, ek kursi, ek table. Dim si bulb jal rahi thi. Usne darwaza band kiya aur latch laga diya.

Main khatiya ke paas khadi thi. Nighty abhi bhi meri kamar tak hi thi, upar se nangi. Chowkidar ne meri taraf dekha—meri soft chunchiyan, hard nipples, flushed face. Usne apna control poori tarah kho diya.

Usne aage badh kar meri nighty ko bilkul neeche kheench diya. Ab main uske saamne poori nangi thi. Usne apne kapde bhi jaldi-jaldi utaarne shuru kiye—shirt, pant, underwear. Uske sharir pe thodi charbi thi, lekin lund poora khada, mota aur tight.

Usne mujhe khatiya par lita diya. Pehle uske haath meri chunchiyon par gaye. Kathor, mehnati haath meri soft mounds ko pakad kar dabane lage, masalne lage. “Itni soft… itni bhaari… raat ko aise nangi dikha di…”

Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya. Garam jeebh se nipple ko ragda, choosa, daant se halka kaata. Doosri ko haath se dabaate huye ghumaya. Main siskari nikalne lagi. Uske muh ki garmi meri chunchiyon par fail rahi thi.

Wo baari-baari se dono chunchiyon ko choosta raha, chaatta raha, masalta raha. Thook se meri soft skin geeli ho gayi. Phir usne muh neeche le gaya. Mere pet ko chooma, jeebh se chaata, phir aur neeche.

Usne meri thighs ko alag kiya. Meri geeli chut uske saamne thi. Usne pehle nose se soongha, phir jeebh se ek lamba lick maara. Main kaamp uthi. Usne meri soft lips ko khola aur jeebh andar tak daal di. Garam, geeli jeebh se meri chut ko chaatne laga—clit ko choosna, slit ko upar-neeche lick karna, kabhi andar deep tak jeebh ghusana.

Main haath se uske sar ko pakad liye. “Ahh… ahh…”

Usne do ungliyan bhi andar daal di, tezi se andar-bahar karne laga, saath mein clit ko muh se choosta raha. Meri hips hilne lagi. Wo continuously chaat raha tha, ungliyon se stretch kar raha tha, kabhi-kabhi daant se clit ko halka kaat ta. Meri siskariyan ab khatiya ke chhote room mein gunj rahi thin.

Kabhi wapas meri chunchiyon par aata, unhe choosta, masalta, phir neeche jaakar meri chut ko khaata. Uske thook, meri geelapan, uski ungliyan, uski jeebh… sab mil kar mujhe paagal kar rahe the. Main kaamp rahi thi, uske sar ko dabaaye huye, apni aag ko uske muh ke hawale kiye huye.

Chowkidar ke mehnati haath aur garam muh ne meri pure body ko cover kar liya tha. Nighty aur uske kapde floor par pade the. Khatiya par main nangi leti thi, aur wo meri—chunchiyan, pet, chut… kuch nahi chhod raha tha.




Chowkidar ne lamba forplay ke baad apna muh uthaya. Uske lips aur chin mere juices se geele the. Usne meri thighs ko aur alag kiya aur apna khada lund meri chut ke muhane par set kiya. Main khatiya par leti thi, saans tez.

Usne dheere-dheere push shuru kiya. Lund ka sir meri soft lips ko dhakelne laga. Main kaamp uthi. Pehle wala dard yaad aa gaya—jab buddhe ne meri sil todi thi. Wahi pressure, wahi stretch.

“Ahh… dheere…”

Chowkidar ne meri chunchiyon ko dono haathon se jam ke pakad liya. Soft mounds ko zor se dabaya, masla. “Kitni soft hai yeh… itni bhaari… raat ko nangi dikha di to control kaise rehta…”

Usne jhuk kar ek chunchi ko muh mein le liya aur zor se choosne laga. Daant se nipple kaata, jeebh se ragda. Doosri chunchi ko haath se flatten karte huye dabaata raha. Uske choosne aur dabane ke saath usne lund aur andar push kiya.

Dheere-dheere uska mota shaft meri chut ke andar jaane laga. Har inch ke saath pehle wala dard wapas aa raha tha—stretch, pressure, thoda sa jalan. Main siskariyan le rahi thi.

“Ahh… dard… ahh… dheere…”

Wo rukta nahi tha. Chunchiyon ko jam ke dabata, choosta, aur lund ko dheere-dheere andar karta. “Sahi se le… poora legi… teri chut itni garam hai…”

Jab uska poora lund andar tak chala gaya to main zor se kaamp uthi. Base meri soft lips se takra gaya. Poora bhar hua feel. Dard clear tha—jaise pehli baar wala tear yaad aa raha ho. Meri chut uske mote lund se stretch ho chuki thi.

Usne thodi der ruk kar meri dono chunchiyon ko aur zor se masla, choosa. “Poora andar hai… dekh kitna mota le liya… sahi hai…”

Main aankhein band kiye kaamp rahi thi. Khatiya par leti hui, uske pure weight ke under, chunchiyan uske muh aur haathon mein, aur neeche uska poora lund meri chut ke andar. Dard aur garmi dono saath-saath the. Pehle wala dard wapas mahsoos ho raha tha, lekin is baar main usse door nahi bhaag rahi thi.





Chowkidar ka poora lund meri chut ke andar tha. Khatiya par main leti thi, uske weight ke under. Usne dheere-dheere move shuru kiya. Bahar nikaalta, phir andar daalta. Har thrust ke saath pehle wala dard thoda kam hota ja raha tha, uski jagah ek gehli garmi le rahi thi.

Usne meri dono chunchiyon ko haathon se pakde rakha. Jam ke dabata, masalta, kabhi-kabhi jhuk kar choos leta. Meri siskariyan khatiya ke chhote room mein gunjne lagi—

“Ahh… ahh… uhh… ahh…”

Usne pace badha diya. Ab dhakke medium the. Har baar lund poora andar tak jaata, base meri soft lips se takrata. Thap-thap ki geeli awaaz nikalne lagi. Khatiya bhi uske dhakkon se hilne lagi—khat… khat… khat…

“Ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh… nahi… tez… ahh…”

Usne meri legs ko aur khol diya aur gehre dhakke maarne laga. Meri chunchiyan uske haathon mein compress ho rahi thin, nipples uski ungliyon ke beech. Kabhi left, kabhi right choosta. Meri body har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi.

Lambi chudai chal rahi thi. Wo rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Kabhi slow, deep thrusts—poora lund andar, thoda sa ghumakar, phir bahar. Kabhi tez, short, mazboot dhakke. Har baar meri siskariyan uske saath milti—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… umm… ahh…”

Usne mera ek pair apne kandhe par rakh liya. Angle change hone se lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se siskari maari. “Ahhh… wahan… ahh…”

Khatiya continuously hil raha thi. Uske balls meri chut se takrate, geeli awaaz aur tez. Meri chunchiyan ab uske muh mein thin—wo ek ko choosta, doosri ko haath se masalta. Thook se meri soft skin geeli thi.

Time guzar raha tha. Meri body paseene se geeli ho chuki thi. Chut bilkul sticky, uske lund ko mel rahi thi. Wo kabhi meri aankhon mein dekhta, kabhi meri chunchiyon ko dekhte huye dhakke maarta. “Kitni garam… kitni soft… raat bhar…”

Usne phir se position thodi change ki. Mere dono legs ko fold karke mere chest tak daba diya. Ab uske dhakke bilkul deep aur forceful the. Har thrust pe meri siskari nikalti—

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… bas… ahh… mat ruk… ahh…”

Lambi der tak yahi chalta raha. Meri awaaze ab control ke bahar thin. Khatiya ki khat-khat, uske jism ki thap-thap, meri siskariyan… room mein sab mil raha tha. Meri chut ab bilkul open thi uske mote lund ke liye, dard nahi, sirf gehli maza.

Tabhi uske dhakke aur tez ho gaye. Usne meri chunchiyon ko zor se pakad liya, muh se ek ko daboch liya. “Ab… nikalta… andar…”

Usne kuch last strong thrusts maare aur apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Garam, thick cum ki dhaar andar jaane lagi. Main uske saath hi kaamp uthi—siskariyan, body tight, chut uske lund ko squeeze karti hui.

“Ahhh… ahhh… garam… ahh…”

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Uske cum ki quantity zyada thi. Andar bhar raha tha, thoda sa bahar bhi nikalne laga. Wo abhi bhi halka-halka thrust de raha tha, last drops nikalte huye. Meri chut uske cum se bhari hui thi, sticky, garam.

Khatiya par dono kaampte huye, saans haafte huye pade the. Uske lund se abhi bhi thoda cum tipak raha tha, meri thighs ke beech se. Meri siskariyan ab dheemi pad rahi thin, lekin body abhi bhi uske cum ko feel kar rahi thi—andar deep, garam, bhari hui.

[Anita patel]

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