Misc. Erotica MERI BARBAADI YA TARAKKI

[Anita patel]

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Mera naam Anita hai. Jab main 18 saal ki hui, tab se meri jawani ne ek alag hi rang le liya. Pehle to main bilkul ordinary si ladki thi, college uniform mein, chhoti si body, koi special nahi. Lekin 18 ke baad jaise koi jadoo ho gaya. Mere body mein achanak se badlav aaya. Mere boobs 34 size ke ho gaye – bade, gool, aur itne tight ki koi bhi kapda unhe chhupa nahi paata tha. Upar se hips itni badi aur gol ho gayi ki jeans pehenne par bhi unka shape saaf dikhta tha. Meri kamar patli, aur yeh curves itne deep the ki mirror mein khud dekh ke main hairaan ho jaati thi.

Ghar se nikalte hi logon ki nazar mujh par padne lagi. College jaane ke raaste mein bade-bade ladke line laga ke khade ho jaate. Koi bike pe aake slow down karta, koi seedha aage aa ke “Anita, number de de” bolta. Unki aankhon mein bhookh saaf dikhti thi – meri 34 size ki chaati aur badi hips dekh ke unka muh khula reh jaata. Main unki taraf dekhti bhi nahi thi. Sirf aankhen neeche kiye, apna rasta pakad ke chalti rehti. Unhe koi bhav nahi deti thi. Unke ishaare, unki sietiyan, unke “hello-hello” – sab air mein udd jaate the.

Lekin sirf jawaan ladke nahi the. Budhdhe bhi... 40-50-60 saal ke uncle log. Road pe khade hoke dekhte, unki aankhen meri body pe chipki rehti. Koi dukaandar tha, koi auto wala, koi office jaane wala. Unke ishaare alag tarah ke hote – aankh maarna, muh banana, kabhi-kabhi haath se ishara karna. Ek baar ek budhdha aadmi mere peeche-peeche aaya aur dheere se bola, “Beta, itni jawaan body... kisi ko bhi pagal kar de.” Main ne uski taraf sirf ek thandi nazar daali aur chali gayi. Kisi ko bhav nahi dena – yeh meri rule thi.

Ghar mein bhi log bolte the. Pados wali aunties meri ma se kehti, “Anita itni mature ho gayi hai... dekhna, log uske peeche padenge.” Ma kehti, “Apni izzat sambhal ke rakhna.” Main sirf muskuraati. Andar se main jaanti thi ki meri body ab ek alag power ban chuki hai. Jab main tight top pehen ke nikalti, to 34 size ke boobs upar se jhatke khaate the. Hips left-right hote the. Har kadam pe logon ki saansein ruk jaati.

College ke canteen mein, library mein, bus stand pe – har jagah. Bade ladke group bana ke baithte aur mujhe dekhte rehte. Unme se kuch himmat karke aate, “Anita, coffee peene chalegi?” Main bas “Nahi” bol ke door ho jaati. Unki line lagni shuru ho jaati – ek ke baad ek. Koi flower laata, koi letter, koi seedha proposal. Main kisi ko face nahi karti thi. Unki saari mehnat bekaar jaati.

Raat ko jab ghar aati, to kabhi-kabhi sochti – yeh body meri hai, lekin log ise apna samajh ke dekhte hain. Meri jawani unke liye ek show ban gayi thi. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips, patli kamar – yeh sab unke dimaag mein ghumta rehta. Lekin main unhe koi bhav nahi deti. Na smile, na baat, na nazar. Sirf apna kaam, apni padhai, apna rasta.

Kabhi-kabhi lagta ki main kisi film ki heroine hoon jiske peeche pura sheher pagal hai. Lekin main unke ishaaron ko air mein uddati chhod deti. Bade ladke line lagaye, budhdhe ishara karein – mujhe farak nahi padta. Meri jawani meri hai. Main kisi ko haath nahi lagane dungi, kisi ko bhav nahi dungi.






Ek raat ki baat hai. Ghar mein sab so rahe the. Main apne room se bathroom jaane nikli. Papa-mummy ka room thoda sa khula hua tha. Andar se halki-halki awaazein aa rahi thin. Pehle to main sochi shayad koi TV chal raha hoga, lekin jab qareeb gayi to samajh aa gaya. Mummy ki dabi hui siskiyan, papa ki bhari saansein, bed ki halki-halki char-char. Main wahan khadi ho gayi. Dimag mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat aur utsukt a saath-saath uthne lagi.

Darwaze ke gap se main dekh sakti thi. Kamre mein dim light thi. Mummy bilkul nangi thin, unka body papa ke neeche daba hua tha. Papa upar the, unke haath mummy ke boobs pe, unhe dabate hue, nichodte hue. Mummy ke pair papa ke kamar pe lapete hue the. Har dhakke ke saath bed hil raha tha. Mummy ke munh se “ahh… ahhh… dheere…” nikal raha tha, lekin unki awaaz mein dard nahi, maze ki gehraai thi. Papa bhi bol rahe the, “Itni gili ho gayi ho aaj… kitni der se soch rahi thi kya?” Mummy bas unke seene mein munh chhupa ke siskiyan le rahi thin.

Main dekhte-dekhte jaise pathar ho gayi. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Mere apne 34 size ke boobs mein ek ajeeb si gudgudi si hone lagi. Neeche, legs ke beech, main mehsoos kar sakti thi ki main bhi geeli hone lagi hoon. Yeh dekhna galat tha, main jaanti thi. Yeh mere papa-mummy the. Lekin nazar hat nahi rahi thi. Papa ke dhakke tez ho rahe the. Mummy ke nails unki peeth pe khurach rahe the. Unki awaazein tez hoti ja rahi thin. Phir ek lamha aaya jab mummy ne zor se “bas… ab… aa raha hai…” kaha, aur unka body kaamp utha. Papa bhi ek lambi saans ke saath unke upar jhuk gaye.

Main wahan se dheere-dheere hat gayi. Bathroom mein jaake mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Mera chehra laal tha. Mere boobs tight top mein upar-neeche ho rahe the. Main ne apne aap ko touch kiya. Neeche haath le gayi to geelapan saaf mehsoos hua. Us raat main so nahi paayi. Dimag mein woh scene baar-baar ghoom raha tha. Mummy ki siskiyan, papa ke dhakke, unka nanga body… sab kuch. Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si garmi bhi. Main sochne lagi – kya yeh normal hai? Kya har ghar mein aisa hota hai? Kya main bhi kabhi aise hi kisi ke neeche hongi?

Uske baad se main unki awaazein sunne lagi. Kabhi raat ko, kabhi dopahar mein jab main ghar pe hoti. Kabhi-kabhi main jaan-bujh ke unke room ke paas se guzarti. Unki chudai dekhna ab meri ek chhupi hui aadat ban chuki thi. Har baar mere body mein wahi garmi, wahi geelapan. Kabhi main apne room mein jaake darwaza band karti aur khud ko touch karti, unke scene ko yaad karke.

Saheliyon se bhi sunna shuru ho gaya. College mein meri teen-chaar close friends thin – Riya, Pooja, Sneha aur Kavita. Lunch break mein ya library ke peeche baith ke baatein hoti thin. Pehle to normal gossip, lekin dheere-dheere affairs ki baatein aane lagi.

Riya ne ek din bataya, “Mera senior se affair chal raha hai. Woh hostel mein aata hai, raat bhar rehta hai. Pehli baar jab usne mujhe choda to dard hua, lekin ab main uske bina nahi reh sakti. Uske haath, uski jeebh, uske dhakke… bas yaad aate hain to body gili ho jaati hai.” Main sun rahi thi, munh band. Pooja ne kaha, “Mera to neighbour se hai. 28 saal ka hai. Ghar pe akele hote hain to woh aata hai. Kabhi sofa pe, kabhi kitchen mein. Ek baar mummy almost pakad hi leti thin.” Sneha aur aage badh gayi, “Main to do ladkon se karti hoon. Ek college ka, ek bahar ka. Dono alag-alag tarike se chode. Ek dheere, ek bilkul jungli.”

Main unki baatein sunti rehti. Unke chehron pe woh glow, woh muskaan, woh detail – kaise unke boobs dabaye gaye, kaise unki chut chatayi gayi, kaise unhone pehli baar cum kiya. Main bas sunti. Kabhi-kabhi sawal karti, “Dard hota hai kya?” “Maza aata hai?” “Tum log condom use karti ho?” Woh haske bataati. Unki stories sun ke meri body phir se garam ho jaati. Mere 34 size ke boobs tight ho jaate, hips mein gudgudi hoti. Kabhi main unse door jaake bathroom mein jaati aur khud ko thanda karti.

Andar se meri feelings bahut uljhi hui thin. Ghar mein papa-mummy ki chudai dekh ke mujhe ek ajeeb sa mix feel hota – sharam, uttejana, aur thodi si jealousy. Mummy ki body ab bhi tight thi, papa unhe itne mazze se chode ja rahe the. Main sochti, kya main bhi aisi hi hongi? Kya mera bhi koi hoga jo mujhe aise hi niche dabayega, mere bade boobs dabayega, meri hips pakad ke dhakke marega?

Saheliyon ki baatein sun ke aur bhi zyada. Unke affairs sun ke main feel karti ki main peeche reh gayi hoon. Woh sab already experience kar chuki thin, main abhi sirf dekh aur sun rahi thi. Kabhi lagta ki main bhi kisi ko allow kar doon. College ke woh bade ladke jo line lagate the, unme se kisi ek ko… lekin phir dil nahi maanta tha. Main kisi ko bhav nahi deti thi. Bahar se strong dikhti, andar se confusion.

Raat ko bed pe leti to scenes mix ho jaate. Papa-mummy ki chudai, Riya ki hostel wali baatein, Pooja ka neighbour, Sneha ke do ladke. Sab milke ek film ban jaati dimag mein. Main apne haath se apne boobs dabati, nipples ko pinch karti, neeche haath le jaake geeli chut pe ungli ferati. Kabhi zor se, kabhi dheere. Jab climax aata to main pillow mein munh daba leti taaki awaaz na nikle. Uske baad body soft ho jaati, lekin dimag aur bhi sawalon se bhara rehta.

Kabhi sochti – yeh sab dekhna aur sunna galat hai kya? Papa-mummy ko pata chal gaya to? Saheliyan agar jaan jaayein ki main unki baatein sun ke khud ko touch karti hoon? Lekin main rok nahi paati thi. Meri jawani ab sirf bahar ke ladkon ke isharon se nahi, ghar ke andar ke in scenes se aur saheliyon ki affairs ki kahaniyon se bhi jal rahi thi.

Din bhar main normal dikhti. Padhai karti, ghar ka kaam karti, kisi ko bhav nahi deti. Lekin raat ko, ya jab akele hoti, to woh sab yaad aa jaata. Papa ke dhakke, mummy ki siskiyan, Riya ka “uske bina nahi reh sakti”, Pooja ka “kitchen mein chod diya”. Sab kuch. Meri 34 size ki body, meri badi hips, meri geeli hone wali chut – sab un scenes ka hissa ban jaate.






B.Ed pura hote hi ghar ki halat aur bhi kharab ho gayi thi. Papa ki naukri chhut chuki thi, mummy beemar rehti thin, ghar ka kharcha nahi chal raha tha. Mere 34 size ke boobs aur badi hips wali body pe log to line lagate the, lekin paisa nahi aata tha. Isliye main teacher ki job ke liye private colleges mein apply karne nikal padi.

Ek din main ek private college gayi jo thoda sheher ke bahar tha. college ka naam “Sunrise Public college” tha. Office mein jaake main ne form bhara, certificates diye. Clerk ne kaha, “Madam, aapki degree theek hai, lekin final decision trustee saheb lenge. Unse milna hoga.” Main wait karne lagi.

Thodi der baad ek 48-50 saal ka aadmi aaya. Safed shirt, black pant, moti gold chain, aur aankhon mein woh nazar jo main pehchaan chuki thi. Usne mera form dekha, phir mujhe upar se neeche tak ghoora. Meri white salwar-kameez mein 34 size ke boobs saaf ubhar rahe the, hips ka shape bhi chhupa nahi tha.

Woh bola, “Anita… hai na? Baitho.”

Main baith gayi. Usne door band kiya. Office mein sirf hum do the.

Trustee (muskuraate hue): “Tumhari degree achhi hai. Experience nahi hai, lekin face aur personality dekh ke lagta hai students ko pasand aayegi. Lekin… college mein vacancy limited hai. Bahut ladkiyan aati hain.”

Main: “Sir, main mehnat karungi. Ghar ki halat theek nahi hai, isliye job ki zaroorat hai.”

Usne mera form side rakh diya aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekha.

Trustee: “Seedhi baat karti hoon, Anita. Job mil sakti hai. Full time, 25 hazar salary, PF, sab. Lekin… ek shart hai.”

Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Main jaanti thi kya aane wala hai.

Main (dheere se): “Kya shart, sir?”

Usne chair aage kiya, awaaz dheemi ki.

Trustee: “Ek baar. Sirf ek baar. Mere saath sex. Uske baad tumhari job confirm. Koi disturbance nahi, koi blackmail nahi. Ek baar de do, baaki life teacher banke raho.”

Main chup ho gayi. Andar se gussa bhi aa raha tha, lekin ghar ki paristhiti yaad aa gayi. Papa ka udhaar, mummy ki dawai, chhota bhai ki fees. Main ne apne 34 size ke boobs pe nazar daali jo uski aankhon mein mirror ho rahe the.

Main: “Sir… yeh theek nahi hai. Main padhne-likhne aayi hoon, yeh sab ke liye nahi.”

Trustee (hans te hue): “Main jaanta hoon. Lekin duniya aisi hi hai. Tumhari body dekh ke koi bhi trustee yeh offer karega. Main kam se kam clear bol raha hoon. Ek baar. Sirf Sunday ko. Do din baad. Uske baad tum free.”

Main: “Agar main mana kar doon?”

Trustee: “To form reject. Koi doosra college bhi mere jaan-pehchaan wale hain. Wahan bhi same scene hoga. Soch lo. Ghar ki halat tumhare chehre pe likhi hai.”

Main ne neeche dekh liya. Uski baat sach thi. Pichle do colleges mein bhi aise hi ishare mile the. Yahan at least woh clear bol raha tha.

Main (lambi saans lete hue): “Agar… agar main maan jaoon… to guarantee hai job ki?”

Trustee: “Haan. Written mein bhi de dunga appointment letter Sunday ke baad. Pehle milna hoga. Mere farmhouse pe. Sheher se 20 km. Koi nahi hoga wahan. Sirf hum dono.”

Main: “Time?”

Trustee: “Sunday subah 11 baje. Main address de dunga. Tum aana. Kapde aise pehenna jo asani se utrein. Aur… clean rakhna apne aap ko.”

Usne number liya mera. Phir bola,

Trustee: “Anita, tumhari hips aur yeh 34 size… dekh ke mera mann kar raha hai abhi yahin table pe litane ka. Lekin main control kar raha hoon. Sunday ko poora time milega. Main dheere-dheere karunga, dard nahi hoga. Tum bhi enjoy karna. Ek baar ke baad kabhi haath nahi lagaunga.”

Main uth khadi hui. Meri awaaz thodi kaamp rahi thi.

Main: “Theek hai, sir. Main Sunday aaungi. Lekin uske baad job milni chahiye. Aur koi baat nahi honi chahiye college mein.”

Trustee (muskuraate hue): “Promise. Ab jao. Form approve kar diya maine. Sunday ko dekhte hain kitni garam ho tum.”

Main office se bahar nikli. Paon kaamp rahe the. Auto mein baithte hue meri aankhon mein pani aa gaya, lekin main rok gayi. Ghar pahunch ke mummy ko bas itna kaha, “Job almost pakki hai. Sunday final baat hogi.”

Raat ko bed pe leti to uski baatein yaad aa rahi thin. “Ek baar… sirf ek baar… farmhouse pe… kapde asani se utrein…” Mere boobs tight ho rahe the, neeche geelapan ho raha tha. Ghar ki majboori ne mujhe yeh faisla lene pe majboor kar diya tha. Do din baad Sunday ko mujhe uske saamne nanga hona tha. Uske haath meri 34 size ki chaati pe, uski body meri badi hips pe… sab soch ke main kaamp rahi thi.

Lekin ab peeche hatne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Job chahiye thi. Isliye main ne offer swikar kar liya tha. Ab bas Sunday ka wait tha… us din ki lambi, geeli, aur majboori bhari mulakat ka.





Sunday subah 10 baje main ghar se nikal padi. Neeche black leggings, upar ek simple pink top – aisa kapda jo asani se utar jaye, jaise usne kaha tha. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Auto se farmhouse tak ka rasta mujhe bahut lamba laga. Dimag mein baar-baar yahi ghoom raha tha – aaj meri wo cheez jo main apne future husband ke liye sambhal ke rakh rahi thi, koi aur loot lega.

Farmhouse bada tha, charon taraf diwar, andar bada sa lawn. Main gate pe pahunchi to trustee khud khada tha. Safed kurta-pajama mein, aankhon mein wahi bhookhi nazar.

Trustee: “On time aa gayi. Achha kiya. Andar aao.”

Main andar gayi. Usne door band kiya. Drawing room se seedha bedroom le gaya. Bada sa bed, dim light, AC chal raha tha. Usne mera haath pakda.

Trustee: “Dar mat. Main dheere karunga. Pehle kapde utaro… ya main utarun?”

Main (kaampte hue): “Aap… aap utaro.”

Usne pehle mera top dheere-dheere upar kiya. Pink top sir ke upar se nikalte hi mere 34 size ke boobs bra mein ubhar aaye. Usne bra ke hook peeche se khole. Bra girte hi mere bade, gool, tight boobs free ho gaye. Nipples pehle se hi khade the.




Trustee (haath ferte hue): “Balls… itne bade aur tight. Kitne dino se soch raha tha inhe dabane ka.”

Usne dono haathon se mere boobs pakde, dabaya, nichoda. Main ne siski li – “Ahh…”

Phir usne meri leggings neeche ki taraf khinchi. Leggings aur panty ek saath meri taangon se nikal gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Meri badi hips, patli kamar, aur neeche wo chut jo ab tak kisi ne nahi chhui thi.

Trustee: “Itni clean, itni tight dikh rahi hai. Husband ke liye rakh thi na? Aaj main loot raha hoon.”

Main ne aankhen band kar li. Sharam se mera poora body laal ho gaya tha.

Woh khud nanga hua. Main ne pehli baar kisi mard ka lund dekha. Lamba, mota, nasein phooli hui, upar se chamdi thodi hati hui. Dekhte hi meri aankhen phail gayi.

Main (darrte hue): “Sir… yeh… yeh bahut bada hai… andar nahi jayega…”

Trustee (hans te hue): “Jayega. Dheere-dheere. Pehle chut ko taiyar karte hain.”

Usne mujhe bed pe lita diya. Mere pair failaye. Pehli baar kisi ki ungli meri chut pe padi. Woh dheere-dheere upar-neeche ferne laga, phir ek ungli andar daali.

Main: “Ahh… uhh… dard… dheere…”

Trustee: “Itni tight hai… bilkul kunwari. Dekho kitni gili ho rahi hai.”

Usne do ungliyan kar di. Main siskiyan le rahi thi – “Ahh… ahh… nikal do… bahut tight hai…”

Thodi der baad usne apna lund meri chut ke ched pe rakha. Top ka gola andar dhakelne laga.

Trustee: “Ab legi. Sambhal ke… aahh…”

Main ne zor ki siski li – “Aahhhh… dard ho raha hai… nikal do… please… bahut bada hai…”

Lekin woh rukaa nahi. Dheere-dheere pura lund andar dhakelta gaya. Jab poora andar gaya to main ne muh khol ke ek lambi siski li – “Ummmaahhh… poora… poora andar chala gaya… ahhh…”

Trustee: “Lo… ab husband ke liye jo sambhal ke rakha tha, woh main le liya. Kaisa feel ho raha hai?”

Main (aansu aate hue): “Dard… lekin… andar… garmi… ahhh… hilo mat…”

Woh dheere-dheere hilne laga. Pehle chhote dhakke, phir thode tez.

Main ki siskiyan nikalne lagi:

“Ahh… ahh… dheere… sir… ahhh… 

Ufff… andar tak… ja raha hai… 

Ahhh… mera… pehla… ahhh… 

Nahi… tez mat karo… ahhhh…”

Trustee: “Kitni garam chut hai teri. Pakad meri kamar… leg upar kar.”

Usne mere dono pair apne kandhon pe rakh diye. Ab dhakke gehre ho gaye. Har dhakke ke saath meri 34 size ke boobs upar-neeche uchhal rahe the. Usne unhe munh mein le liya, choosne laga.

Main: “Aahhhh… choos… ahhh… boobs… dabao… ahhhh… 

Lund… bahut deep… ja raha hai… 




Main… main kuch… hone wali hoon… ahhhhh…”

Uske dhakke tez ho gaye. Bed ki char-char, meri siskiyan, uski bhari saansein – sab milke room mein goonj rahi thin.

Main (zor se): “Aahhhh… nikal… nikal mat… andar… ahhhh… bas… aa rahi hoon… ahhhhhhhh!”

Mera body kaamp utha. Pehli baar orgasm aaya. Chut ne uske lund ko mazbooti se pakad liya. Uske thodi der baad woh bhi bolne laga,

Trustee: “Main bhi… nikal raha hoon… andar… aahhh…”

Usne pura cum andar jhad diya. Garam-garam liquid meri kunwari chut mein fail gaya. Woh mere upar gira raha. Dono ki saansein tez chal rahi thin.

Thodi der chup rehne ke baad usne kaha,

Trustee: “Ho gaya. Ab tu free hai. Kal se college aana. Job teri pakki.”

Main nangi padi thi. Meri chut se uska cum bahar nikal raha tha. Aankhon mein aansu the – is liye nahi ki dard ho raha tha, balki is liye ki jo cheez main kisi apne ke liye rakh rahi thi, aaj majboori mein kisi aur ne loot li.

Usne meri chut saaf ki, kapde diye. Main dheere-dheere kapde pehenne lagi. Jab nikalne lagi to usne kaha,

Trustee: “Kabhi regret mat karna. Duniya aisi hi hai. Tu ab teacher hai.”

Main farmhouse se bahar nikli. Auto mein baithte hue meri taangein kaamp rahi thin. Beech mein ab bhi uska cum mehsoos ho raha tha. Jo main ne apne husband ke liye sambhal ke rakha tha… aaj kisi trustee ne le liya.

Ghar pahunch ke main seedha bathroom gayi. Shower ke neeche khadi ho gayi. Pani girte hue bhi meri aankhon se aansu nahi ruk rahe the. Body pe uske nishan the – boobs pe daant ke nishan, hips pe ungliyon ke nishan, aur andar… uska cum.

Us raat main so nahi paayi. Baar-baar yahi yaad aa raha tha – pehli baar lund dekhna, pehli baar chut mein lena, siskiyan, dard, phir woh ajeeb sa sukoon… aur woh khali-pan jo ab andar reh gaya tha.

[Anita patel]

NEW UPDET


Sunday wale din ke baad main har raat us scene ko yaad karke so rahi thi. Meri chut ab bhi thodi sujni hui thi, andar uska cum ka ehsaas baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Lekin main ne dil ko tasalli di – job mil jayegi, ghar chalegi, sab theek ho jayega.

Agle hafte Monday subah main college pahunchi. Naye kapde pehen ke, certificates leke. Office mein clerk ne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Madam, trustee saheb bula rahe hain.”

Main andar gayi. Woh wahi kursi pe baitha tha, newspaper padhte hue. Mujhe dekhte hi usne newspaper side rakh diya aur muskuraaya – lekin us muskurahat mein pehle jaisi bhookh nahi, ab ek tarah ki beparwahi thi.

Trustee: “Aa gayi? Baith.”

Main baithi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Main: “Sir, aapne kaha tha job mil jayegi. Appointment letter…”

Usne mera munh dekhte hue seedha kaha,

Trustee: “Job? Kaunsi job, Anita? Tumhara sharir use kar liya maine. Jo chahiye tha woh mil gaya. Ab job kesi?”

Main jaise bijli se chauk gayi. Meri awaaz kaamp uthi.

Main: “Sir… aapne promise kiya tha. Ek baar ke baad job… aapne kaha tha written bhi doge…”

Trustee (hans te hue): “Promise? Woh sirf tumhe bed pe litane ke liye tha. Ab jab tumhari chut ki malaai le li, tight kunwari chut faad li, to ab tumhe teacher bana ke college mein rakhunga? Bacche kya seekhenge tumse? Nahi beta, job nahi milegi.”

Main: “Yeh dhokha hai… main ghar ki majboori se maan gayi thi… aapne…”

Trustee: “Majboori teri thi, faida mera. Ab ro mat yahan. Bahar nikal. Agar shor machaya to main bol dunga tu khud offer karke aayi thi. Teri 34 size ki body dekh ke kaun matega?”

Main uth khadi hui. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin main ne girne nahi diye. Office se bahar nikli. Paon kaamp rahe the. Auto mein baithte hue meri mutthi bhi ichi hui thi. Jo cheez main ne apne husband ke liye sambhali thi, usne loot li… aur ab job bhi nahi di.

Ghar pahunchi to mummy ne poocha, “Job pakki?”

Main ne bas itna kaha, “Nahi mili.” Aur seedha room mein jaake munh daba ke ro padi.

Uske do-teen din baad ghar mein ek naya moop aaya. Papa ke ek purane jaan-pehchaan wale ne rishta laaya. Bahut bade ghar se. Ladke ka naam Rohan tha. Uske papa ka bada business tha – steel ka factory, do-teen farmhouse, sheher mein kothi. Ladka khud London se padh ke aaya tha, 28 saal ka.

Rishta laane wale uncle ne papa se kaha,

Uncle: “Bhai saheb, aapki beti Anita… uski photo dekh ke un logon ko pasand aa gayi. Ladka seedha-saadha hai, khandaan bahut achha hai. Ladki dekhne aayenge kal. Agar baat pakki hui to dahej ki koi baat nahi, balki woh log hi Anita ko sab denge.”

Papa-mummy ki aankhon mein ek nayi ummeed jag gayi. Ghar ki garibi, papa ka udhaar, mummy ki beemari – sab ke saamne yeh rishta ek naya rasta lag raha tha.

Shaam ko mummy mere room mein aayi. Mere baal sehlaate hue boli,

Mummy: “Anita… beta, soch le. Itna bada ghar… hamesha ke liye garibi se chhutkara. Tera future set. Hum bhi sukoon se jee lenge.”

Main chup thi. Andar se woh trustee wala dhokha ab bhi jal raha tha. Meri chut mein ab bhi uska ehsaas tha. Main soch rahi thi – pehle sharir loot liya, ab koi aur rishta le ke aa raha hai.

Papa bhi aaye. Unhone mera haath pakad ke kaha,

Papa: “Beti, main jaanta hoon tu padhi-likhi hai, khud khadi hona chahti hai. Lekin is waqt ghar ki halat dekh. Agar yeh rishta pakka ho gaya to tera bhai bhi padh payega, teri mummy ki dawai chalegi. Inkaar mat kar.”

Raat bhar main sochti rahi. Meri 34 size ki body, meri badi hips, meri wo chut jo ab kunwari nahi rahi… sab soch ke rona aa raha tha. Lekin subah jab uthi to maine faisla kar liya tha.

Subah mummy-papa ke saamne main ne kaha,

Main: “Theek hai. Main haan karti hoon. Rishta dekh lo. Agar ladka aur uska khandaan theek lage to… main tayyar hoon.”

Mummy ne mujhe pakad liya. Unki aankhon mein aansu the.

Mummy: “Sach, beta? Tu sure hai?”

Main: “Haan, mummy. Garibi aur jee nahi sakte. Jo hona tha ho gaya… ab aage dekhna hai.”

Us din shaam ko ladke wale aaye. Badi gaadiyan, sevak, gift. Rohan khud bhi aaya – seedha, saaf-suthra, thoda sharmaaya hua. Usne meri taraf dekh ke bas ek baar muskuraaya. Baatein hui, chai-paani hua. Unki mummy ne mera haath pakad ke kaha,

Unki Mummy: “Beta, tumhe dekh ke bohot sukoon mila. Hamara ghar tumhara hi hai ab.”

Jab woh log chale gaye to ghar mein khushi ka mahaul tha. Papa ne pehli baar itna muskuraaya.

Lekin raat ko jab main akele bed pe leti, to meri aankhon ke saamne woh farmhouse wala scene ghoomne laga. Trustee ka lund, meri siskiyan, uska cum… aur ab yeh naya rishta. Main ne apne aap se kaha – jo cheez main ne kisi apne ke liye rakh thi, woh to lut chuki. Ab yeh naya ghar, yeh naya aadmi… shayad yahi meri kismet hai.

Andar se ek khali-pan tha. Lekin main ne haan bol diya tha. Garibi ke chalte, ghar ki majboori ke chalte… main ne woh rishta swikar kar liya tha. Ab bas shaadi ka wait tha… aur uske baad ek nayi zindagi ka, jisme shayad main apne us pehle anubhav ko chhupa ke rakh paaun.







Shaadi ka din aa hi gaya. Subah se leke shaam tak pheron, vidai, rona-dhona… sab hua. Main laal lehenga pehne hue, solah shringar kiye hue, Rohan ke saath uski badi kothi mein pahunchi. Naya ghar, naya kamra, naya bed… suhag raat ka bed.

Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Ghar ke log dheere-dheere so gaye. Hum dono apne naye bedroom mein the. Kamra phoolon se saza tha, bed pe gulab ki pankhudiyan bichhi thin. Rohan thoda sharma raha tha. Main bhi.

Rohan (dheere se): “Anita… thak to nahi gayi? Agar tum chaho to aaj… bas so jayein.”

Main ne uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe sharm aur utsukta dono thi. Main ne muskura ke kaha,

Main: “Nahi… aaj to… hona hi chahiye. Hum husband-wife hain ab.”

Usne dheere se mera haath pakda. Phir mujhe bed pe bithaya. Main lehenga mein baithi thi. Usne pehle mera ghunghat hataya. Phir mere maang mein sindoor dekhte hue muskuraaya.

Rohan: “Kitni sundar lag rahi ho… main haath lagane se bhi darta hoon.”

Usne pehle mere pairon se payal kholi. Phir dheere-dheere mere lehenga ki nadi kholne laga. Lehenga girte hi main petticoat mein reh gayi. Usne petticoat bhi neeche utaar diya. Ab main sirf blouse aur deep red bra-panty mein thi.

Rohan ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne mera blouse ke button khole. Blouse utarte hi mere 34 size ke boobs bra mein ubhar aaye. Usne bra ka hook peeche se khola. Bra girte hi mere bade, gool boobs free ho gaye. Nipples thande se khade the.

Rohan (haath ferte hue): “Anita… yeh… itne bade… main pehli baar dekh raha hoon.”

Usne dono haathon se mere boobs pakde, dheere-dheere dabaya. Main ne halki siski li – “Ahh…”

Phir usne mujhe litaya. Mere panty ke nade ko pakad ke dheere-dheere neeche khincha. Panty nikalte hi main bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Gulab ki pankhudiyan meri nangi body pe chipak rahi thin.

Rohan khud bhi kapde utarne laga. Shirt, pant, underwear… jab woh nanga hua to main ne uska lund dekha.

Bahut chhota tha.

Mota bhi nahi, lamba bhi nahi. Bas 3-4 inch ka, patla sa. Upar se thoda tedha. Dekhte hi mere dimag mein woh trustee wala lamba-mota lund yaad aa gaya. Uske saamne yeh bilkul baccha lag raha tha.

Rohan (sharmaate hue): “Anita… main… main pehli baar… thoda tension ho raha hai.”

Main ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas muskura diya. Usne mere upar aa ke mere boobs choosne shuru kiye. Dheere-dheere, jaise koi naya khilona mil gaya ho. Main ne uske baal sehlaye.

Main: “Dheere… ahh… haan… aise…”

Usne meri chut pe haath rakha. Ungli se upar-neeche ferne laga. Main thodi geeli to ho rahi thi, lekin uska haath trustee jaisa anubhav nahi de raha tha.

Rohan: “Tum… gili ho rahi ho… main andar daalu?”

Main: “Haan… daal do.”

Usne apna chhota lund meri chut ke ched pe rakha. Dhakka diya… andar chala gaya. Bilkul asani se. Koi dard nahi, koi stretch nahi. Jaise kuch gaya hi na ho.

Main andar se sochne lagi – yahi hai? Itna chhota…?

Rohan hilne laga. Ek dhakka… do… teen…

Rohan (saans phoolte hue): “Anita… ahh… kitni… garam… ho… ahhh…”

Char… paanch…

Uske chehre pe jo expression tha, jaise woh kisi badi race ke finish line pe ho.

Rohan: “Main… main nahi rok paunga… ahhh… nikal… raha… hai… ahhhh!”

Chhe dhakke bhi poore nahi hue the ki usne apna poora pani andar gira diya. Garam-garam liquid meri chut mein fail gaya, lekin itna kam ki main barely mehsoos kar paayi. Woh mere upar gir gaya, saansein lete hue.

Rohan: “Sorry… Anita… main… control nahi kar paya… pehli baar… tum itni… tight… lagi.”

Main ne uski peeth sehlayi. Bahar se toh main shaant thi, lekin andar…

Andar se ek ajeeb si khali-pan thi. Jo lund main ne pehli baar liya tha, woh isse kai guna bada aur lambe time tak chalne wala tha. Yahan… paanch-chhe dhakke… aur khatam.

Main: “Koi baat nahi… pehli baat hai… aage theek ho jayega.”

Rohan mere seene pe sir rakh ke so gaya. Main nangi padi thi. Meri chut se uska thoda sa cum bahar nikal raha tha. 34 size ke boobs pe uske thook ke nishan the. Lekin andar koi gehra ehsaas nahi tha. Koi bhari siskiyan nahi, koi dard-maza ka mix nahi, koi lambi gehraai nahi.

Main ceiling dekh rahi thi. Shaadi ho gayi, suhag raat ho gayi, husband ne choda… lekin jo feeling chahiye thi, woh nahi mili. Jo cheez main ne kisi apne ke liye rakh thi, woh to pehle hi lut chuki thi… aur ab jo mila, woh itna chhota aur itni jaldi khatam hone wala nikla.

Us raat main der tak aankhen kholi rakh ke leti rahi. Rohan so raha tha. Main ne dheere se apna haath neeche le jaake apni chut touch ki. Ab bhi thodi geeli thi… lekin santushti nahi thi.







Shaadi ke doosre din subah uthi to body mein koi thakaan nahi thi. Kyunki pehli raat mein itna kuch hua hi nahi tha. Rohan abhi bhi so raha tha. Main bathroom gayi, nahaayi, phir wapas bed pe aa gayi.

Usne aankhen kholi to main nangi hi thi. Usne mujhe dekhte hi lund khada kar liya – wahi chhota sa, 3-4 inch ka.

Rohan: “Anita… aaj phir se…?”

Main: “Haan… aaj dheere try karte hain.”

Main ne uska lund haath mein liya. Itna chhota tha ki meri mutthi mein poora sama jaata tha. Main ne dheere-dheere upar-neeche sahlana shuru kiya.

Main: “Aise… soft… control karna, theek hai?”

Rohan: “Ahh… haan… teri haath… bahut soft… ahhh…”

Main tez-dhimi speed badalti rahi. Uske lund se pre-cum nikalne laga. Phir main ne munh mein le liya. Pehli baar kisi ka lund chusa. Woh chhota tha isliye asani se poora andar chala gaya. Main ne jeebh ghumayi, choosa, upar-neeche kiya.

Rohan (zor se saans lete hue): “Anita… ahhh… munh… nikal mat… ahhh… main… nahi rok paunga…”

Main ne munh se nikal ke kaha,

Main: “Rok… thoda control kar… abhi andar daalte hain.”

Lekin jab main uske upar baithi aur uska chhota lund apni chut mein daala, to woh sirf chaar-paanch dhakke de paya.

Rohan: “Ahhh… nikal… raha… hai… sorry… ahhhh!”

Phir se usne jaldi pani gira diya. Main uske upar baithi reh gayi. Chut mein thoda sa cum mehsoos hua, lekin koi gehraai nahi, koi lambi feeling nahi.

Main ne uske seene pe sir rakh diya.

Main: “Koi baat nahi… aadat pad jayegi.”

Lekin andar se main jaanti thi – yeh aadat nahi padne wali. Itna chhota lund aur itni jaldi khatam… trustee wala anubhav yaad aate hi main khali-khali feel karti.

Shaam ko marriage reception thi. Badi kothi ka lawn, lights, music, mehman. Main lehanga pehne hue, jewellery mein, Rohan ke saath stage pe baithi thi. Log aate-jaate, gift dete, photo khichwate.

Main has rahi thi, baatein kar rahi thi, lekin aankhen bheed mein ghum rahi thin. Tabhi… gate ki taraf nazar gayi.

Woh aa gaya.

Trustee.

Safed sherwani mein, gold chain, wahi aankhen. Mere pati ke khandaan ka koi rishtedar nikla shayad. Woh seedha hamari taraf badha. Mujhe dekhte hi uske chehre pe wohi purani muskuraahat aa gayi – wahi muskuraahat jo farmhouse mein thi.

Woh stage ke paas aaya. Rohan se haath milaya.

Trustee: “Rohan beta, bohot khoob. Shaadi mubarak. Ladki bhi… bohot sundar hai.”

Phir uski nazar meri taraf gayi. Meri aankhon mein aankhen daal ke bola,

Trustee: “Anita ji… shaadi mubarak. Aap toh… pehle bhi mil chuki hain mujhe, yaad hai?”

Mera dil ek dam zor se dhadka. Rohan ne poocha,

Rohan: “Aapko pehle se jaanti hain Anita?”

Main ne control kiya. Chehre pe soft smile laayi aur boli,

Main: “Haan… thoda sa. college ke admission ke time unse mulaqat hui thi.”

Trustee (tez nazar se meri 34 size ki chaati pe dekhte hue): “Haan… admission… aur thodi personal baat bhi hui thi. Anita ji bohot… capable hain. Body language se hi samajh aa jaata hai.”

Uske shabdon mein double meaning saaf tha. Main ne uski aankhon mein aankhen daal ke muskura diya – ek aisi muskaan jisme gussa, yaad, aur ek ajeeb sa raaz sab mila hua tha.

Main: “Ji… woh mulaqat… yaadgar thi.”

Trustee thoda jhuk ke mere kaan ke paas aaya, itna koi na sun sake,

Trustee (dheemi awaaz mein): “Kunwari chut ki yaad ab bhi taaza hai. Pati ka lund kaisa hai? Umeed hai itna bada nahi hoga jitna mera tha.”

Main ne chehra normal rakha, bas thoda aur muskura diya.

Main (bhi dheemi awaaz mein): “Aapki umeed sahi hai.”

Usne meri aankhon mein dekh ke ek baar phir muskuraaya, phir Rohan se baat karne laga. Main wahan baithi rahi. Lehanga ke neeche meri chut thodi geeli ho gayi thi – uski awaaz, uski yaad, uske shabd… sab milke.

Reception ke dauran woh baar-baar meri taraf dekhta raha. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi uski nazar se milati aur muskura deti. Log soch rahe the yeh normal guest hai, lekin hum dono jaante the beech mein kya raaz hai.

Raat ko jab reception khatam hua aur hum wapas bedroom mein aaye, to Rohan thak ke so gaya. Main bathroom mein khadi thi. Mirror ke saamne.

Aaj bhi uska chhota lund, jaldi pani girna, meri nakamyab koshish… aur us trustee ki muskaan.

Main ne apne 34 size ke boobs dabaye aur dheere se boli,

“Jo cheez kisi aur ne pehle loot li… woh ab kisi chhote lund se nahi bharni.”

Us raat main der tak jaagti rahi.








Shaadi ke baad ke pehle kuch hafte aise hi guzre. Rohan meri bohot care karta tha. Subah uthta to pehle meri taraf dekhta, baal sehlata, “Thik ho?” poochta. Nashta mere liye khud laata, raat ko mere pair dabata. Uske dil mein pyar tha, care tha… lekin jo cheez main body se chahti thi, woh usme nahi thi.

Ek raat phir se koshish hui. Usne mujhe nanga kiya, mere 34 size ke boobs choosne laga, meri chut mein ungli feri. Main thodi geeli ho gayi. Jab usne apna chhota lund andar daala to main ne uski kamar pakad li.

Main: “Aaj thoda der tak… try kar.”

Rohan hilne laga. Ek… do… teen dhakke…

Rohan: “Anita… ahhh… main… rok nahi paunga… nikal… raha… hai…”

Phir se paanch-chhe dhakkon mein usne pani gira diya. Is baar main ne uska munh pakad ke kaha,

Main: “Rohan… ek baar aur? Thoda rest karke?”

Woh mere seene pe sir rakh ke bola, awaaz mein sharm thi,

Rohan: “Nahi ho payega… main jaanta hoon. Mera… chhota hai. Aur doosri baar… uthata hi nahi. Doctor se bhi poocha tha pehle… normal hai meri body ke hisaab se. Sorry Anita… main tumhe poora nahi kar sakta.”

Us din pehli baar usne khud apni kami maan li. Main ne uske baal sehlaye, lekin andar se ek badi si khali jagah aur gehari ho gayi. Main adhuri reh gayi. Har raat wahi scene – chhota lund, jaldi khatam, aur meri chut bina kisi gehre sukoon ke reh jaati. Kabhi main bathroom mein jaake khud se kar leti, lekin woh feeling nahi aati thi jo ek baar farmhouse mein mili thi.

Phir dheere-dheere zindagi normal hone lagi. Rohan ka ghar itna bada tha ki ghar pe koi kaam nahi karna padta tha. Naukar-chaakar, cook, driver, sab tha. Main subah late uthti, nashta karti, TV dekhti, kabhi shopping, kabhi saas-sasur ke saath baith ke baatein. Bahar se dekhne wale kehte “kismet wali hai Anita… itna bada ghar, amir pati, koi tension nahi.” Lekin meri raatein ab bhi adhuri thin. Body ki pyaas bujhti nahi thi. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips, sab kuch tha… lekin unhe chuune wala koi aisa nahi tha jo unhe poora kar sake.

Mahine guzarte gaye. Ek din newspaper mein khabar aayi – “Sunrise Public college ke trustee Rajesh Khanna is saal municipal election ladenge. Unhone apna nomination paper daal diya hai. Local area mein unka asar badh raha hai.”

Main newspaper haath mein liye der tak dekhiti rahi. Uska photo – wahi chehra, wahi aankhen. Jisne meri majboori ka faida uthaya, meri kunwari chut looti, job ka wada karke dhokha diya… ab woh netaji banne ja raha tha. Logon ke beech bhashan dega, unke vote maangega, unka vishwas jeetega.

Us raat main so nahi paayi. Ceiling dekhte hue sochti rahi. Rohan paas mein so raha tha, uska haath meri kamar pe tha. Lekin meri soch kahin aur thi.

Main ne dheere se kaha apne aap se,

“Usne mera sharir use kiya. Meri majboori bechi. Ab woh politics mein aake logon ka bhi use karega. Main chup reh jaaun?”

Agle kuch din main sochti rahi. Ghar mein koi kaam nahi tha, time khali tha. Main local politics ke bare mein padhne lagi – newspaper, YouTube, purane election results. Dheere-dheere dimag mein ek plan banne laga.

Ek shaam main Rohan ke saamne baithi. Usne mera haath pakda.

Rohan: “Kuch soch rahi ho? Itni chup kyun rehti ho aajkal?”

Main ne seedha dekha uski aankhon mein.

Main: “Rohan… main election ladna chahti hoon. Us area se jahan woh trustee lad raha hai.”

Rohan chaukk gaya.

Rohan: “Election? Tum? Kyun? Woh toh… pehle college wala tha na? Kya hua?”

Main ne thodi der chup reh ke kaha,

Main: “Woh… pehle meri majboori ka faida uthaya tha. Ab main chup nahi baithungi. Main uske against khadi hongi. Badla nahi… lekin usko dikhana hai ki jisko usne sirf body samjha, woh ab uske saamne vote maangne khadi ho sakti hai.”

Rohan thodi der chup raha. Phir bola,

Rohan: “Agar tumhe karna hai… to main saath hoon. Paise ki koi kami nahi hogi. Lekin politics gandi hoti hai, Anita. Soch lo.”

Main ne uska haath mazbooti se pakda.

Main: “Soch liya. Main adhuri reh sakti hoon body se… lekin ab dil se nahi. Usne jo kiya, uska hisaab chahiye.”

Us raat se main tayyari mein lag gayi. Local issues padhne, logon se milne, apna naam banane. Ghar pe koi kaam nahi tha isliye poora time isme laga sakti thi. Rohan support karta, lekin meri raatein ab bhi waisi hi thin – adhuri. Chhota lund, jaldi khatam, aur meri chut ki pyaas.

Lekin ab meri aankhon mein ek naya junoon tha. Trustee election ladega… aur main bhi. Uske saamne khadi hokar, uski aankhon mein aankhen daal ke vote maangungi. Jo usne mera sharir se liya, main uska raajneetik future chhinne ki koshish karungi.

Zindagi bahar se normal chal rahi thi –

[Anita patel]

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Election ka mahaul garam hone laga tha. Main ne decide kar liya tha ki us trustee ke against hi khadi hongi. Uske area se. Lekin ticket ke bina kuch nahi ho sakta tha. Local party office mein baar-baar jaane ke baad aakhir ek din unhone kaha – “Party ke bade leader se milna hoga. Woh hi final decide karte hain.”

Unka naam tha Vikram Singh. State level ka netaji. 52-53 saal ka, dabang, paise aur power wala. Main ne unse milne ka time liya. Unhone kaha, “Akele aana. Office nahi… baat clear karni hai.”

Main akele hi unke private office gayi. Bada sa cabin, AC, mahangi kursi. Vikram Singh mujhe dekhte hi upar se neeche tak ghoor liya. Meri simple salwar-kameez mein bhi 34 size ke boobs aur hips ka shape chhupa nahi tha.

Vikram: “Baitho Anita ji. Suna hai tum us Rajesh Khanna ke against ladna chahti ho. Himmat hai.”

Main: “Ji. Ticket chahiye. Main mehnat karungi, area mein kaam karungi.”

Usne cigarette jalaayi, dheere-dheere kheenchte hue bola,

Vikram: “Ticket… aasan nahi hai. Bahut log maangte hain. Tumhari koi political background nahi, experience nahi. Phir kyun dein?”

Main: “Kyunki main jeet sakti hoon. Logon ke beech jaaungi. Aur… us aadmi ne pehle meri majboori ka faida uthaya hai. Ab main chup nahi baithungi.”

Vikram hans diya. Usne cigarette bujhayi aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekha.

Vikram: “Seedhi baat karti hoon. Bina kuch kiye ticket nahi milega. Samajh rahi ho na ‘kuch’ ka matlab?”

Mera dil ek dam baith gaya. Phir se wahi scene. Pehle trustee, ab yeh.

Main: “Aap… kya maang rahe ho?”

Vikram: “Ek raat. Hotel mein. Tum poori tarah se taiyar hoke aana. Jo main kahun, woh karna. Uske baad ticket tumhara. Clear deal.”

Main chup baithi rahi. Andar se gussa aa raha tha, lekin ab politics ka rasta bhi yahi nikal raha tha. Badla lene ke liye pehle is aag mein se guzarna padega.

Main ne lambi saans li aur kaha,

Main: “Theek hai. Kab aur kahan?”

Vikram ne ek card aage badhaya. Hotel ka naam, room number, time.

Vikram: “Kal raat 10 baje. Room 407. Poori taiyari se aana. Sexy dress, makeup, andar se bilkul clean. Aur haan… condom ki tension mat lena, main khud rakhta hoon.”

Main uth khadi hui. Usne meri kamar ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,

Vikram: “Tumhari body dekh ke lagta hai maza aayega. Kal dekhte hain kitni garam ho.”

Ghar wapas aake main bathroom mein khadi rahi. Mirror ke saamne. Soch rahi thi – pehle majboori mein sharir diya, ab badla lene ke liye phir se dena padega. Rohan ko kuch nahi bataya. Usne bas itna poocha, “Ticket ka kya hua?” Main ne kaha, “Almost pakka… kal final baat hogi.”

Agle din main poori taiyari mein lag gayi. Shaam se hi nahaayi, body scrub ki, underarms, chut, sab clean shave kiya. Makeup heavy kiya – dark lipstick, smoky eyes. Kapde… ek tight black dress jo upar se deep neck tha, neeche se thighs tak. Andar sirf ek thin black panty, bra nahi pehni. 34 size ke boobs bina bra ke dress mein saaf ubhar rahe the. Hips ka shape aur bhi clear tha. Heels pehne, baal khule rakhe.

Raat 9:45 pe main hotel pahunchi. Reception pe room number bataya. Lift se 4th floor. Room 407 ke saamne khadi hokar main ne der tak saans li. Phir bell dabayi.

Vikram ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha aur dheere se seeti mari.

Vikram: “Waah… poori taiyar hoke aayi. Andar aao.”

Main andar gayi. Room bada tha, dim light, bed pe silk sheet. Usne door lock kiya.

Vikram: “Dress utaro. Dheere-dheere. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”

Main ne pehle heels nikale. Phir dress ke zip ko peeche se khola. Dress kandhon se dheere-dheere girne diya. Ab main sirf black panty mein thi. Mere 34 size ke boobs free the, nipples pehle se hi tight.

Vikram: “Bra nahi pehni… achha kiya. Ab panty bhi utaro.”

Main ne panty neeche ki taraf khinchi. Ab bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Usne ghoorte hue kaha,

Vikram: “Balls… hips… chut… sab first class. Ab bed pe aao.”

Main bed pe let gayi. Usne apne kapde utaare. Uska lund trustee se bhi thoda mota tha, veins phooli hui. Usne mere boobs dabaye, nichode, munh mein leke choosne laga.

Main: “Ahh… dheere…”

Vikram: “Dheere nahi… aaj poora lena padega. Ticket ke liye.”

Usne meri taangein failayi. Pehle jeebh se meri chut chatne laga. Main siskiyan lene lagi –

“Ahh… ahhh… jeebh… andar… ahhh…”

Phir usne condom lagaya aur apna lund meri chut pe rakha. Ek zor ka dhakka diya. Poora andar chala gaya.

Main: “Aahhhh… bada… hai… ahhh…”

Woh tez dhakke maarne laga. Bed ki char-char, meri siskiyan, uski gaaliyan – sab milke room mein goonj raha tha.

Vikram: “Le… le… ticket chahiye na… to chudwa… ahhh…”

Main: “Ahhh… ahhh… dheere… nahi… tez… ahhhh… bas… aa rahi… ahhhhh!”

Main climax pe pahunch gayi. Uske thodi der baad woh bhi jhad gaya. Condom mein cum bhar gaya. Woh mere upar gira raha.

Vikram (saans lete hue): “Ho gaya. Kal party office aana. Ticket tumhara. Press conference mein announce karunga.”

Main nangi padi rahi. Body pe uske nishan the. Chut mein ab bhi uske dhakkon ka ehsaas tha. Main ne ceiling ki taraf dekha aur socha –

Pehle majboori, ab badla. Dono baar sharir hi dena pada. Lekin ab ticket milne wala tha. Ab main us trustee ke saamne khadi ho sakti thi.





Vikram abhi bhi mere upar hi pada tha. Condom mein uska cum bhar chuka tha, lekin uska lund abhi bhi thoda hard tha. Main ne uske seene se sir uthaya aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha.

Main (dheemi awaaz mein): “Ek baar aur… abhi.”

Vikram hans diya, saans abhi bhi tez thi.

Vikram: “Arre wah… abhi-abhi jhadi, phir se chahiye? Ticket ke liye itna bhookhi hai kya?”

Main ne jawab dene ke bajaye apna haath neeche le gaya. Uske condom wale lund ko pakad liya. Dheere-dheere sahlana shuru kiya. Condom geela tha uske cum se. Main ne condom pakad ke upar ki taraf khincha aur dheere se nikaal diya. Uska nanga lund ab meri mutthi mein tha – garam, geela, abhi bhi bhari hua.

Main: “Ab bina condom ke… aaj poora lena hai.”

Vikram ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Usne mera baal pakad ke upar uthaya.

Vikram: “Sach mein? Chut mein pani legi? Pati ko pata chal gaya to?”

Main: “Pati ka lund itna chhota hai ki meri pyaas kabhi bujhti hi nahi. Aaj… aaj bujhani hai.”

Main ne uska lund tez-tez sahlana shuru kiya. Upar-neeche, mutthi tight karke. Uske lund ne phir se zor pakad liya. Nasein phool gayi, top se pre-cum nikalne laga. Main ne jhuk ke uske lund pe thook lagaya, phir se haath se tezi se hilaya.

Vikram: “Ahhh… saali… haath kitna tez… khada ho gaya phir se… ahhh…”

Jab lund poora tight aur khada ho gaya to main uske upar aa gayi. Apni chut ko uske lund ke top pe set kiya. Dheere-dheere baithne lagi. Bina condom ke uska mota lund meri chut ke andar ghusne laga.

Main: “Aahhhh… nanga… andar… ja raha… ahhhh…”

Poora baith gayi. Uske lund ne meri chut ko poora kheench liya. Main ne uske seene pe haath rakh ke upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. Pehle dheere, phir tez.

Main ki siskiyan nikalne lagi:

“Ahh… ahh… itna… gehra… ahhh…
Ufff… pati ka… kabhi… itna… nahi… gaya… ahhhh…
Lund… poora… chut mein… ahhh…”

Vikram ne mere 34 size ke boobs pakad liye. Tez-tez dabane laga, nipples ko pinch kiya.

Vikram: “Chal… tez baith… ahhh… teri chut… kitni garam… bina rubber ke… ahhh…
Aaj to… poora pani… chut mein hi… jhadunga… le… le…”

Main tez hone lagi. Meri badi hips uske pelvic pe dham-dham pad rahi thin. Har baithne pe uska lund end tak andar chala jaata. Main ne apne baal peeche kiye, kamar matkate hue uske lund pe chudne lagi.

Main: “Aahhhh… haan… aise… ahhh…
Pati se… jo pyaas… nahi bujhi… aaj… bujh… rahi… ahhhh…
Lund… aur… tez… maar… ahhhh!”

Vikram ne meri kamar pakad li. Ab woh neeche se bhi dhakke maarne laga. Main upar, woh neeche – dono milke tezi se chudai kar rahe the. Room mein bas meri siskiyan, uski bhari saansein aur skin ki thap-thap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi.

Vikram: “Saali… kitni… mast… chud rahi… ahhh…
Ticket… ke saath… cum bhi… de rahi… ahhhh…
Bol… chut mein… pani chahiye… bol…”

Main (pagal si siskiyan lete hue): “Haan… chahiye… ahhhh…
Chut mein… jhad… poora… ahhhh…
Main… aa… rahi… hoon… ahhhhhhhh!”

Mera body kaamp utha. Orgasm itna tezz aaya ki meri chut ne uske lund ko mazbooti se jaakad liya. Main uske seene pe gir gayi, lekin hips hilana band nahi kiya.

Vikram bhi control kho baitha.

Vikram: “Main… bhi… nikal… raha… ahhhh… le… saali… le… poora… ahhhhh!”

Usne bina condom ke apna poora garam cum meri chut ke andar jhad diya. Ek-ek dhakke ke saath uska pani andar failta gaya. Main mehsoos kar sakti thi – garam liquid meri deewarion pe chipak raha hai, gehraai tak ja raha hai.

Dono hilna band kar ke saansein le rahe the. Main uske lund pe baithi hi thi. Andar uska cum ab bhi dheere-dheere nikal raha tha.

Vikram (hans te hue, saans phoolte hue): “Kya aurat hai re tu… pehle condom mein liya, phir nanga lund pe baith ke poora pani pee gayi. Aaj to main khush ho gaya. Ticket pakka… aur jab chahe, aise hi bulana.”

Main ne dheere se uske lund se chut uthayi. Cum ki dhaar meri taangon se hote hue bed pe girne lagi. Main lit gayi. 34 size ke boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the, chut khuli hui thi aur usme se uska safed pani bahar aa raha tha.

Main (aankhen band karke): “Aaj… pehli baar… pyaas… thodi bujhi… pati se jo kabhi nahi bujhti…”

Vikram ne mera pet sehlaya, phir meri chut pe haath rakh ke apna cum andar ki taraf dhakelne laga.

Vikram: “Andar hi rehne de… kal ticket announce hote time yaad rakhna yeh raat.”

Main wahan nangi padi rahi. Body soft thi, chut bhari hui thi, aur dil mein pehli baar thoda sukoon tha. Husband ka chhota lund aur jaldi khatam hone wala pani… aaj uski jagah is netaji ke mote lund aur gehre cum ne le li thi.

Thodi der baad main uthi, bathroom gayi, lekin chut saaf nahi ki. Uske pani ko andar hi rehne diya. Kapde pehne, makeup thik kiya, aur hotel se nikal gayi.

Bahar raat thi. Car mein baithte hue meri chut ab bhi dhadak rahi thi. Andar uska cum mehsoos ho raha tha. Main ne aankhen band ki aur socha –

Aaj jo pyaas pati se nahi bujhi… woh is leader ke lund ne bujha di. Ab ticket bhi milega… aur badla bhi.




Hotel se nikalte hue raat ke almost 1 baj chuke the. Car mein baithte hi meri taangein kaamp rahi thin. Black dress ke neeche panty nahi thi, maine hotel mein hi fenk di thi. Chut se ab bhi Vikram ka cum dheere-dheere nikal raha tha, meri taangon se hote hue seat pe geela pan de raha tha. Har jhatke ke saath uska ehsaas aur gehra ho jaata.

Ghar pahunchi to gate pe watchman ne salaam kiya. Andar aate hi maine heels haath mein utha liye. Drawing room ki light abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Rohan sofa pe baitha tha. TV band tha, uske haath mein whiskey ka glass. Mujhe dekhte hi usne glass side rakh diya.

Rohan: “Itni raat? Ticket ka kya hua?”

Main thodi der chup rahi. Mere baal bigde hue the, lipstick faili hui thi, neck pe halka sa red nishan tha jo makeup se poora chhupa nahi tha. Black dress ke deep neck se mere 34 size ke boobs bina bra ke saaf dikh rahe the. Aur sabse badi baat… meri chaal. Main jaise abhi bhi kisi ke lund pe baithi hoon, aise chal rahi thi.

Rohan ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uski nazar meri taangon pe ruki, jahan dress ke neeche se thoda geela pan dikh raha tha. Phir uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili.

Rohan (dheemi awaaz mein): kar ke aa gai?”

Main ne jhoot nahi bola. Bas thoda sa sir hilaya.

Main: “Haan… ticket milne wala hai.”

Rohan uth ke mere paas aaya. Usne mera chehra pakad ke light ki taraf kiya. Mere hothon pe bite ke nishan, neck pe suck mark, aankhon mein woh thakaan jo sirf ek gehre chudai ke baad aati hai.

Rohan: “Body pe uske nishan hain. Aur… neeche se tum geeli ho. Cum nikal raha hai na?”

Main chup rahi. Usne mera haath nahi chhoda.

Rohan: “Main jaanta tha. Politics aisi hi hoti hai. Ticket ke liye sharir dena padta hai. Tumne diya… ab bol, kitni baar?”

Main: “Do baar… pehli baar condom se, doosri baar… bina.”

Rohan ki aankhen ek pal ke liye band hui. Phir usne dheere se kaha,

Rohan: “Chut mein uska pani le ke aayi ho. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon tumhari awaaz se, tumhari chaal se. Lekin… main kuch nahi bolunga. Kyunki main jaanta tha yeh rasta aisa hi hoga. Tum badla lena chahti thi us trustee se… isliye yeh keemat chukani padi.”

Usne mera haath chhod diya. Whiskey ka glass uthaya aur ek bada ghoont liya.

Rohan: “Jaao naha lo. Kal se campaign shuru karna. Main paise, gaadi, log… sab arrange kar dunga. Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna, Anita… ghar ke bahar jo bhi karo, andar aake mujhe yeh chehra mat dikhana. Main seh sakta hoon, lekin roz-roz nahi.”

Main bathroom chali gayi. Shower ke neeche khadi hokar main ne chut saaf ki. Vikram ka cum paani ke saath bahar nikal raha tha. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin main ne unhe rok liya. Jab bahar aayi to Rohan so chuka tha. Main uske paas let gayi. Usne neend mein bhi mera haath pakad liya. Bol kuch nahi raha… bas chup chaap.

Agle din party office se call aaya. Vikram ki awaaz thi.

Vikram: “Anita ji, aaj shaam 5 baje press conference. Ticket announce hoga. Poori taiyari se aana. Aur haan… kal raat yaad dilane ke liye shukriya. Jab chahe, room 407 khula hai.”

Shaam ko press conference hui. Cameras, journalists, party ke log. Vikram ne mera haath upar uthaya aur bola,

Vikram: “Is baar hamari party se nayi soch, nayi energy… Mrs. Anita Rohan Singh. Inhone local issues pe kaam karne ka irada dikhaya hai. Inhe ticket diya jaata hai!”

Taaliyan, cameras ki flashing, logon ke sawal. Main muskura rahi thi, lekin aankhon ke peeche kal raat ka scene ghoom raha tha – uska nanga lund, meri siskiyan, chut mein uska pani.

Phir election ka mahaul shuru ho gaya. Main area mein ghumne lagi. Jhuggi-jhopdi, market, colony… har jagah. “Bijli, paani, sadak, mahilaon ki suraksha” – yeh mere mudde the. Rohan peeche se sab manage karta – posters, auto-rickshaw, chai-pani, log. Woh kabhi public mein nahi aata tha, lekin raat ko ghar aake poochta,

Rohan: “Aaj kitne log mile? Us trustee ka kya scene hai?”

Main: “Woh paise udha raha hai. Log kehte hain uske against bahut gussa hai. Main jeet sakti hoon.”

Rohan: “Jeetna. Bas… apne aap ko mat khona.”

Din guzarte gaye. Campaign tez hota gaya. Ek din rally mein main stage pe thi to saamne bheed mein woh dikha – trustee Rajesh Khanna. Mere against hi khada tha. Hamari nazar mili. Usne muskura ke aankh maari. Main ne bhi muskura diya… lekin meri muskaan mein ab takat thi.

Election ka din aaya. Voting hui. Counting ke raat ghar mein tension thi. Rohan mere paas baitha tha. TV pe results aa rahe the.

Pehle round mein main peeche thi. Doosre mein barabari. Teesre round ke baad… main aage nikal gayi.

Rohan ne mera haath pakad liya.

Rohan: “Anita… lagta hai… ho gaya.”

Jab final result aaya to screen pe likha tha – “Anita Rohan Singh – Winner. Margin 4,872 votes.”

Ghar mein jo log the, sab taaliyan bajane lage. Phone bajne lage. Party ke log, media, workers. Main uth ke khidi ke paas chali gayi. Bahar raat thi. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the.

Rohan mere peeche aaya. Usne kamar se pakad liya.

Rohan: “Jeet gayi. Ab netaji ho tum. Jo keemat chukayi… uska kuch to faida hua.”

Main ne uski taraf dekh ke kaha,

Main: “Haan… jeet gayi. Lekin jo cheez haath se gayi… woh wapas nahi aayegi. Body ki pyaas, izzat ka kuch hissa… sab politics ki bhet chadh gaya. Ab bas yeh jeet… yahi meri tasalli hai.”

Us raat bheed bhari rahi. Log aate-jaate, mithai, mala, photo. Main has rahi thi, baatein kar rahi thi, lekin jab akele bathroom mein jaati to mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips… jinhe pehle majboori ne, phir ticket ne, ab jeet ne use kiya tha.

Ab main councillor thi. Us trustee ko haar di thi. Badla mil gaya tha.

Lekin raat ko jab bed pe leti, Rohan ka haath meri kamar pe hota, to bhi meri chut adhuri reh jaati. Kyunki jo gehra lund aur jo bhari hui feeling chahiye thi… woh ab bhi kahin door thi.

Jeet mil gayi thi… lekin andar ki khali jagah ab bhi khali thi.




Jeet ki khabar phailte hi phone nahi ruk rahe the. Media, workers, party leaders… sab badhai de rahe the. Shaam ko Vikram ka call aaya.

Vikram: “Anita ji, aaj raat mere farmhouse pe chhoti si party hai. Sirf jeet ki khushi mein. Akele aana. Koi formal baat nahi… pure personal.”

Main ne Rohan ko bataya. Usne bas itna kaha,

Rohan: “Jaao. Politics aisi hi hoti hai. Bas… sambhal ke.”

Raat 9 baje main farmhouse pahunchi. Black saree pehni thi, deep blouse, koi bra nahi. 34 size ke boobs blouse mein ubhar rahe the. Gate pe security ne andar bhej diya. Drawing room mein Vikram khada tha… aur uske saath do aur aadmi. Ek tha party ka district president, Suraj – 45 saal ka, mota-tala. Doosra tha local businessman aur party ka bada funder, Mehta – 50 ke kareeb, slim lekin tezz nazar wala.

Vikram mujhe dekhte hi muskuraya.

Vikram: “Aaaa gayi jeetne wali. Aao… inse milo. Suraj bhai, Mehta ji. Inhone bhi tumhari jeet mein bohot paise lagaye hain.”

Main ne namaste kiya. Suraj ne mera haath pakad ke thoda der tak dabaye rakha. Mehta ki nazar seedha mere blouse pe thi.

Vikram: “Aaj khushi manani hai. Baaki log nahi aaye… sirf hum chaar. Anita, tumhe special surprise dena hai.”

Usne mere kaan ke paas aake dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

Vikram: “Aaj teeno milke lenge. Aur baad mein… party ki state president banane ki baat bhi karenge. Samjhi?”

Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Lekin ab peeche hatne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Main ne bas sir hilaya.

Vikram ne lights dim kar di. Music band kar diya. Woh mere peeche aaya aur saree ki pin nikalne laga. Dheere-dheere. Suraj aur Mehta sofa pe baith ke dekh rahe the.

Vikram: “Kapde utaro Anita… aaj teeno ke liye.”

Usne pehle saree kholi. Saree girte hi main petticoat aur blouse mein reh gayi. Phir usne blouse ke hook khole. Blouse utarte hi mere 34 size ke boobs free ho gaye. Nipples pehle se tight the.

Suraj (seeti maarte hue): “Balls dekh o yaar… itne bade aur tight. Pehle se sun raha tha, aaj dekh liya.”

Mehta: “Hips bhi zabardast. Aaj to maza aayega.”

Vikram ne petticoat ke nade khole. Petticoat gir gaya. Ab main sirf panty mein thi. Usne panty bhi neeche utaar di. Main bilkul nangi khadi thi teen mard ke saamne.

Vikram: “Bedrooms mein chalo. Bada bed hai.”

Hum teenon ke saath bade bedroom mein gaye. Vikram ne mujhe bed pe lita diya. Suraj ek taraf se aaya, Mehta doosri taraf se. Vikram mere sarhane baith gaya.

Suraj ne pehle mere boobs pakde. Dono haathon se dabane laga, nichodne laga.

Suraj: “Solid hai saali ke… ahhh… munh mein lete hain.”

Usne mera ek nipple munh mein le liya, choosne laga, daant se halka kaatne laga. Main siski li –

“Ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”

Mehta ne meri taangein failayi. Usne seedha jeebh meri chut pe rakh di. Chatne laga, choosne laga, ungli andar daalne laga.

Mehta: “Kitni saaf chut hai… pehle se gili bhi hai. Aaj teeno ka pani legi kya?”

Main: “Ahhh… jeebh… andar… ahhhh… haan… jo karna hai… karo…”

Vikram ne apna lund nikaala. Woh mere munh ke paas le aaya.

Vikram: “Khol munh… pehle isko choos.”

Main ne munh khola. Usne apna mota lund andar dhakel diya. Main choosne lagi. Upar-neeche, jeebh ghumate hue.

Vikram: “Aise… ahhh… gaand se le… gehra… ahhh…”

Suraj ab mere dono boobs dabate hue unke beech apna lund ragarne laga. Mehta meri chut chat-chat ke geeli kar raha tha. Main teenon ke beech nangi padi thi – munh mein ek lund, boobs pe doosra, chut pe teesra.

Thodi der baad Vikram ne lund munh se nikaala.

Vikram: “Ab chut mein daalte hain. Suraj, tu pehle le. Mehta, munh mein de. Main dekhte hue maza lunga.”

Suraj mere upar aa gaya. Usne apna mota lund meri chut pe set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar dhakel diya.

Main: “Aahhhhh… bada… hai… ahhhh…”

Suraj tez dhakke maarne laga. Uske pet ki charbi meri body pe pad rahi thi. Har dhakke pe mere boobs uchhal rahe the.

Suraj: “Le… le… netaji… ahhh… kitni… tight… chut… ahhhh…”

Mehta mere munh mein apna lund dhakelne laga. Main do lund ek saath le rahi thi – ek chut mein, ek munh mein. Vikram side mein baith ke apna lund hilaye ja raha tha.

Main ki awaazein band nahi ho rahi thin –

“Ummmphh… ahhhh… ummm… ahhhh…
Dheere… nahi… tez… ahhhh…
Lund… dono… taraf… ahhhhh…”

Suraj ne 10-12 dhakke maare aur bola,

Suraj: “Main nikal raha… chut mein… ahhhh!”

Usne bina condom ke apna poora cum meri chut mein jhad diya. Garam liquid andar fail gaya. Woh hata to Mehta ne position change ki. Usne mujhe doggy bana diya. Peeche se uska lund meri cum-bhari chut mein ghus gaya.

Mehta: “Suraj ka pani andar hi hai… ab mera bhi le… ahhh…”

Woh tez-tez pelne laga. Main ne munh khol ke Vikram ka lund phir se le liya. Ab main doosri baar do lund le rahi thi.

Main: “Ummmph… ahhhh… ummm… ahhhh…
Gaand mat… chut mein… ahhhh…
Tez… aur… tez… ahhhhh!”

Mehta bhi control nahi kar paya. Usne bhi apna cum meri chut mein hi gira diya. Ab andar do mard ka pani mil chuka tha. Jab woh hata to Vikram ne mujhe ulat diya. Mujhe apne lund pe bithaya.

Vikram: “Ab meri baari. Aaj teeno ka pani ek saath chut mein hoga. Aur haan… kal se tumhe state mahila morcha ki president banane ki baat final karte hain. Samjhi?”

Main uske lund pe baith ke upar-neeche hone lagi. Andar pehle se do logon ka cum tha, isliye uska lund asani se gehra ja raha tha. Main siskiyan leti hui bol rahi thi,

Main: “Aahhhh… haan… president… bana dena… ahhhh…
Lund… aur… gehra… ahhhh…
Pati se… jo… kabhi… nahi… bujhi… aaj… teeno… se… bujh… rahi… ahhhhh!”

Vikram ne meri kamar pakad ke neeche se dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Suraj aur Mehta mere boobs dabaye ja rahe the, nipples choos rahe the.

Vikram: “Chal… jhad… saath mein… ahhhh… le… president… wali… ahhhhh!”

Main pehle climax pe pahunch gayi. Meri chut ne uske lund ko jaakad liya. Uske turant baad Vikram ne bhi apna poora cum andar jhad diya. Ab meri chut mein teen mard ka pani tha – garam, chipchipa, bahar nikalne ko bechain.

Main uske lund pe gir gayi. Saansein phool rahi thin. Body kaamp rahi thi. Chut se cum ki dhaar taangon se hote hue bed pe gir rahi thi.

Vikram (hans te hue): “Aaj to poori tarah se use ho gayi. Kal press release karte hain – Anita ji ko state mahila morcha ka president banaya jaata hai. Teeno ka support rahega.”

Suraj: “Haan… jab chahe, aise hi party manayenge.”

Mehta: “Body itni mast hai ki roz chahiye.”

Main nangi padi rahi. Teenon ke cum se meri chut bhari hui thi. 34 size ke boobs pe daant aur ungliyon ke nishan the. Main ne aankhen band ki aur socha –

Jeet ki khushi mein aaj teeno ne milkar choda. President banane ka wada bhi mil gaya. Politics ki seedi… ab aur upar ja rahi thi. Har seedi pe sharir ki keemat chukani pad rahi thi.

Thodi der baad main uthi, bathroom mein gayi, lekin chut bilkul saaf nahi ki. Unka mila-jula cum andar hi rehne diya. Saree pehni, aur farmhouse se nikal gayi.

Bahar raat thi. Gaadi mein baithte hue meri chut ab bhi dhadak rahi thi. Teen alag-alag lund ka ehsaas, teen alag-alag cum ka mix… aur ab state president banne ka rasta.

Jeet ki khushi… aise hi manayi gayi thi.

[harinder singh]

ANITA AMAZING STORY