Safar Mein Mili Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Zindagi kab kis mod par kya dene wali hai yeh koi nahi jaanta. Kabhi kabhi ek chhoti si galti, ek anjaana jhatka, ya ek pal ki bekhudi tumhari poori zindagi badal deti hai. Meri kahani bhi kuch aisi hi hai, ek kahani jo shuru hui thi ek thakeli shaam ko, ek bheed bhari bus mein, aur khatam hui… shayad abhi khatam nahi hui hai, kyunki woh yaadein aaj bhi mere saath hain, meri ragon mein daur rahi hain, meri saanson mein basi hui hain. Safar Mein Mili Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Meri umar us waqt 28 saal thi, naukri ki wajah se main ek private company mein kaam karta tha, aur rozana ki tarah uss din bhi main apne kaam se ghar laut raha tha. Shaam ke 6 baje the, aur main apni usual bus pakadne ke liye station ki taraf badh raha tha. Dil mein kuch ajeeb si bechaini thi, jaise kuch hone wala ho, jaise koi anjaana saaya mera intezaar kar raha ho. Maine soocha shayad thakaan hai, lekin ab mujhe pata hai ki woh kuch aur hi tha.
Bus station par pahuncha toh bheed thi, jaise hamesha hoti hai. Main apna laptop bag kandhe pe latkaye, phone haath mein liye, bus ki taraf badha. Meri nazar aksar aage ki taraf rehti thi, kyun ki main jaldi ghar pahunchna chahta tha, lekin uss din kuch alag tha. Meri nazar ek aurat par gayi jo bus ke darwaze ke paas khadi thi. Pehli nazar mein toh woh ek bilkul normal si gharwali lag rahi thi, koi khaas nahi. Usne ek simple si light green rang ki cotton ki kurti pehni thi, neeche matching white pajami, aur baal ponytail mein bandhe hue the. Chehra seedha saadha tha, koi heavy make-up nahi, bas ek chhoti si bindi maathe pe aur kaale kaale baal.
Lekin jab woh thoda side se ghoomi, tab meri saansein ruk si gayin. Uske peeche ka nazara… yaar, uski gand! Woh pajami uske hips ko bilkul chipak ke tha, aur woh golai, woh nazaakat, woh masti jo usmein thi, bas kya kahoon. Main toh bas usse ghoorne laga, ankhein chipa nahi pa raha tha. Woh gol, badi, aur bilkul sakht lag rahi thi, jaise usmein jaan ho. Mere dimaag mein gande khayal aane lage, main sochne laga ki kaash main iske saath… lekin maine jaldi se apne aap ko roka. Maine soocha yeh galat hai, yeh shayad kisi ki patni hai, shayad kisi ki maa hai, lekin meri ankhein maan nahi rahi thi. Woh bas usi taraf ja rahi thi.
Main bus mein chada, aur jaise hi andar ghusa, maine dekha ki woh aurat bhi mere hi paas aa rahi thi. Thodi bheed thi, isliye hum dono ek doosre ke paas aa gaye. Main uske peeche khada ho gaya, aur uski gand ka nazara mujhe saaf dikh raha tha. Woh handle pakde hue thi, aur main apne bag ko adjust kar raha tha. Maine soocha thoda side ho jaun, lekin achanak bus chal padi aur ek zor ka jhatka laga.Safar Mein Mili Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Main aage ki taraf badha, aur mere bag ka zip khula hua tha, usmein kuch files the. Us aurat ki kurti ka pallu, jo hawa mein lahra raha tha, mere bag ke zip mein fans gaya. Main samajh nahi paaya pehle, lekin jab maine peeche mud ke dekha, toh dekha ki uska pallu mere bag mein atka hua tha. Maine soocha abhi nikal loon, lekin bus tez chal rahi thi, aur main hil nahi saka. Maine socha agla stop aane do, tab nikal loonga.
Lekin upar wale ko kuch aur hi manzoor tha. Bus ne achanak se ek zor se break maara, koi gadha ya kuch tha sadak pe. Main toh peeche ki taraf gaya, lekin uska pallu mere bag mein fansa hone ki wajah se woh bhi peeche ki taraf kheench li gayi. Usne chillaya, “Oyye!” aur phir – “phaddd” – ek awaaz hui jaise koi kapda poora phat gaya ho.
Maine dekha ki uski kurti peeche se poori tarah se phat gayi thi. Woh poori backless ho gayi thi, aur uski peeli rang ki bra, jo shayad 36 size ki thi, bilkul saaf dikh rahi thi. Poora scene ek second mein hua. Pehle toh woh samajh nahi payi, lekin jab peeche ki thandak uski peeth par mehsoos hui, tab uske haath peeche gaye aur uski aankhein ghabrahat se badi ho gayin. Usne peeche mud ke dekha, aur apni kurti ko haathon se chupane ki koshish ki, lekin kurti toh phat chuki thi, poori peeth aur bra ki doriyan dikh rahi thi.
“Oyye! Tumne kya kiya?” usne chillaya, ek haath se apni peeth chupane ki koshish kar rahi thi, doosre haath se apni kurti ko pakde hue. Uske chehre pe sharm aur gussa dono the.
“Bhabhiji, maine kuch nahi kiya! Woh bas… bag mein fans gaya tha aur…” main ghabraya hua tha, haath upar uthaye hue, jaise main koi gunahgar hun.
“Chhee! Badtameez! Dekh ke nahi chal sakte? Meri poori kurti phad di aur kehte ho galti se?” woh gusse mein thi, chehra laal ho gaya tha sharm se. Woh apne dono haathon se apni peeth chupa rahi thi lekin kurti toh phat chuki thi, aur uski bra ki doriyan saaf dikh rahi thi. Bus mein sab log dekh rahe the, kuch hans rahe the, kuch sharma rahe the, kuch toh seedhe uski taraf ghoor rahe the.
Main samajh gaya ki yeh situation bahut buri tarah phas gayi hai. Maine turant apna jacket utara – jo ki office ka blazer tha – aur uske aage badhaya. “Bhabhiji, please, yeh pehen lo. Phir aage dekhte hain. Main sach mein jaan bhujh ke nahi kiya, woh bus ka jhatka tha.”
Pehle toh usne mana kiya, gusse se mujhe ghoora, aankhein aansuon se bhar gayin thi. “Tum jaante nahi ho main kaun hoon? Mere pati police mein hain! Main tumhe report karwa dungi!” woh dhamki de rahi thi, lekin uski awaaz mein kamzori thi, dard tha.
Lekin phir jab usne dekha ki aur koi chara nahi, ki woh isi haal mein ghar kaise jayegi, toh usne mera jacket le liya. Usne peeche ki taraf mud ke apne kandhon pe daala, aur jacket ko peeche se bandhne ki koshish ki. Ab woh thoda covered thi, lekin phir bhi situation awkward thi. Uske baal bikhre hue the, aankhein nam thi, aur woh ro rahi thi.
Bus ka agla stop aaya. Maine usse kaha, “Bhabhiji, yahan utar jaate hain. Main aapke liye kuch arrangement karta hoon. Please, mujhpe bharosa kijiye, main kuch galat nahi karunga.”
Woh mujhe dekh rahi thi, uski ankhein mujhe ghoor rahi thi, jaise yeh faisla kar rahi ho ki main sach bol raha hun ya jhooth. Phir dheere se usne sir hila diya. Hum dono bus se utare. Woh ro rahi thi, chehra haathon mein chhupa rahi thi. Main uske paas khada tha, samajh nahi aa raha tha kya karun.
“Dekhiye, galti ho gayi. Lekin ab kya hua so hua. Chaliye, paas mein ek market hai, wahan se aapke liye ek saree le aata hoon. Aap yahin wait kariye, main abhi aaya,” maine kaha, aur daur ke paas ki shop par gaya.
Maine ek shopkeeper se kaha ki ek acchi si saree dikhao, aur jaldi. Usne kuch options dikhaye, maine ek dark blue rang ki saree aur ek matching blouse khareeda, aur wapas aaya. Maine usse kaha ki yeh pehen lein, aur main yahin khada hoon, aap change kar aaiye.
Paas mein ek public toilet tha, jo ki saaf nahi tha lekin use karna pada. Woh wahan gayi, aur lagbhag 20 minute baad bahar aayi. Jab woh bahar aayi, toh main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Ab woh ek dark blue rang ki saree mein thi, baal khule hue the thode se, aur woh… bas kya kahoon, pehle se bhi zyada khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Saree ne uske figure ko aur bhi nikhar ke dikhaya tha, uski gand ka shape saree mein bilkul saaf dikh rahi thi, aur uski chuchi ka ubhar bhi saaf dikh raha tha.
Woh mere paas aayi, ab thoda shant thi, lekin abhi bhi uski ankhein nam thi. “Sorry, maine tumhe bahut kuch keh diya. Galti se hua tha, main samajh gayi. Woh jacket… tumhara hai,” usne kaha, aur mera jacket wapas karne lagi.
“Nahi nahi, aap rakh lijiye, lekin… haan, ek kaam kijiye, aap mujhe apna number de dijiye, taaki main kal apna jacket le loon. Aur haan, main Mamta hoon,” maine kaha, apna naam bataya.
Woh thodi der sochti rahi, phir boli, “Main Mamta hoon. Aur haan, number deti hoon, lekin kal tum mera ghar aa ke jacket lena, yahan nahi. Main yahan nayi hoon, mere pati yahan transfer hue hain, aur main akeli rehti hoon poore din.”
Maine uska number liya, aur usne apna address diya. Phir woh ek auto pakad ke chali gayi. Main wahin khada raha, soch mein dooba. Yaar, kya scene tha! Mamta… kya naam tha uska. Meri toh kismat khul gayi thi, lekin saath hi saath ek ajeeb sa darr bhi tha, ek responsibility thi ki maine uski madad ki hai, ab use koi problem nahi honi chahiye.
Raat ko main ghar gaya, lekin dil ussi taraf tha. Maine socha ki kal kya hoga, kaise milungi, kya baat hogi. Lagbhag 9 baje mera phone baja. Mamta ka message tha: “Hi, main Mamta bol rahi hoon. Aap free ho? Mere pati aaj raat ghar nahi hain, duty par hain. Agar aap free ho toh aaj hi aa jaiye jacket lene.”
Mera dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Maine turant jawab diya: “Haan, bilkul free hoon. Aap bataiye, main aa jaunga.”
Usne apna address bheja, jo ki ek apartment complex tha shahar ke ek posh area mein. Maine jaldi se taiyaar hua, aur wahan pahunch gaya. Maine door bell bajayi, aur darwaza khola toh dekha ki woh ab bhi wahi saree mein thi, lekin thoda make-up kiya hua tha, thodi lipstick lagayi hui thi, aur… lag raha tha ki woh kuch alag mood mein hai.
“Andar aaiye Rahul,” usne kaha, aur main andar gaya. Ghar achha tha, bada sa drawing room, aur woh akeli thi.
Woh mujhe paani poochhti hui kitchen ki taraf gayi. Maine kaha, “Mamta ji, aap theek hain? Aaj jo hua, uske liye main phir se maafi chahta hoon.”
Woh paani le ke aayi, aur mere paas baithi. “Nahi, woh toh galti se ho gaya. Lekin… aaj aapne meri bahut madad ki. Pata nahi agar aap nahi hote toh main kya karti. Main yahan nayi hoon, koi jaanta pehchanta nahi hai. Mere pati… woh aksar duty par rehte hain, aur mujhe akela chhod dete hain,” usne kaha, aur uski awaaz mein dard tha.
“Kya hua Mamta ji? Aap theek toh hain na?” maine poochha.
Usne bataya ki uske pati se uska rishta thik nahi chal raha hai. Shaadi ko do saal ho gaye hain, lekin abhi tak koi bacha nahi hua. Uske pati ko shak hai ki Mamta mein koi problem hai, lekin asli baat yeh hai ki woh zyada time nahi dete, aur jab dete hain toh jaldi khatam kar dete hain. Mamta akeli hai, pyasi hai, emotional support ke liye tarasti hai.
Maine dheere se uska haath apne haathon mein liya. “Mamta ji, main hoon na. Aap kabhi bhi akeli nahi hain. Main aapka dost hoon,” maine kaha.
Woh mujhe dekhne lagi, uski ankhein kuch keh rahi thi, jaise koi lambi chhupi hui kahani ko bayan kar rahi ho. “Rahul… main bahut akeli feel karti hoon. Aaj jab aapne meri madad ki, toh mujhe laga ki koi hai jo meri parwaah karta hai,” usne kaha, aur uski aankhein bhar aayi.
Main samajh gaya ki yeh aurat pyasi hai, bahut pyasi, lekin sirf sex ke liye nahi, pyar ke liye, dular ke liye, ehsaas ke liye. Main utha, aur uske paas gaya. Maine dheere se uska chehra upar uthaya, aur uski aankhon mein dekha. Usmein woh tadap thi, woh bechaini thi jo main samajh sakta tha.
“Mamta… main tumhe khush dekhna chahta hoon,” maine kaha, aur uske honthon pe apne honth rakh diye.
Pehle toh woh stiff rahi, lekin phir dheere dheere woh bhi response dene lagi. Woh kiss itna passionate tha, itna gehra, jaise do pyase aatmaein ek doosre ko dhoondh rahi hon. Uska ek haath mere baal mein chala gaya, aur hum dono ek doosre ko choosne lage. Woh kiss mein woh saara dard, woh saari bechaini, woh saara pyar tha jo woh mahsoos kar rahi thi.
Hum kiss karte hue ek doosre se chipak gaye. Maine apne haath uski peeth pe ghumaye, aur saree ke upar se hi uski gand ko dabaane laga. Woh “ahhh” ki awaaz nikali, aur mujhe aur paas kheench liya. “Rahul… mujhe chhedo mat… please… main control nahi kar paungi,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein wohi madhoshi thi.
“Chalo bedroom mein chalte hain Mamta,” maine kaha, aur woh chup chap meri baat maan gayi, jaise koi bachi apne teacher ki baat maanti hai.
Maine uska haath pakda aur use apne bedroom mein le gaya. Maine darwaza band kar diya, aur phir usse apni baahon mein bhar liya. Hum phir se kiss karne lage, is baar aur bhi zyada wild tareeke se. Main uske honth choos raha tha, uski jeebh ko apni jeebh se khela raha tha, aur uske baal pakad ke use control kar raha tha.
Maine uski saree ka pallu khincha, aur woh dheere se uske kandhe se sarakne laga. Maine uske blouse ke hook kholne shuru kiye. Usne pehle apni bahein upar ki, aur maine ek ek kar ke saare hook khol diye. Blouse khul gaya, aur ab woh sirf bra mein thi. Maine usse peeche mudaya, aur uski peeth pe kiss karne laga. Woh tadap rahi thi, “Ahhh Rahul… jaldi karo… bahut time se… main jalti hui hoon…”
Maine uski bra ki doriyan kholin, aur uske chuche aazaad ho gaye. Maine usse phir se mudaya, aur uske chuchon ko apne haathon mein le liya. Yaar, kya mast chuche the! Gol, bade, lagbhag 36 size ke, aur nipples ekdum tight, chhoti si brown rang ki. Maine ek chucha apne muh mein le liya, aur choosne laga. Woh pagal ho gayi, “Ooooh… ahhh… haan… aur zor se… chooso mujhe… apni bana lo…”
Maine dusre haath se uski dusri chuchi ko daba raha tha, aur muh se pehli ko choos raha tha. Woh apna sar peeche ki taraf jhuka rahi thi, aankhein band ki hue, aur masti mein karah rahi thi. Maine uski chuchi ko kaat liya thoda sa, toh woh chillayi, “Ahhh! Kutte! Aur zor se!”
Maine muskuraya, aur dusri chuchi ko choosne laga. Lagbhag 15 minute tak main uski dono chuchiyon ko chusta raha, kabhi dabata raha, kabhi kaat ta raha. Woh poori tarah garam ho chuki thi, uski saansein tez chal rahi thi, aur woh mere sar ko apni chuchiyon pe zor se daba rahi thi.
Phir maine uski saree poori tarah khinch ke nikaal di. Ab woh sirf petticoat mein thi. Maine uski nabhi pe kiss kiya, aur dheere dheere neeche ki taraf badha. Maine petticoat ka naada khol diya, aur woh bhi neeche gir gaya. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi, aur uski chut panty ke upar se hi gili dikh rahi thi, ek dark wet spot ban gaya tha.
Maine uski panty ke upar se uski chut ko chuma. Woh ekdum se kaanp gayi. Maine panty ko neeche khincha, aur uski chut ko dekha. Yaar, kya mast chut thi! Poori shaved thi, gulabi rang ki, aur bilkul gili, chipchipi. Maine apni jeebh nikaali, aur uski chut pe ek lamba chaata lagaya, neeche se upar tak.
“Ooooh maaa! Rahullll!” woh chillayi, aur apne pair faila diye, apni kamar upar utha di taaki main aur achhe se use chaat sakun.
Maine uski chut ko chatna shuru kar diya. Maine apni jeebh andar daali, aur uske andar ke hisse ko chatne laga. Woh pagal ho rahi thi, apni kamar upar utha utha ke mujhe apni chut pe zor se daba rahi thi. Maine uski clitoris ko apne honthon mein le liya, aur choosne laga, kabhi zor se, kabhi dheere se. Woh hilne lagi, poori body vibrate karne lagi, jaise current lag raha ho.
“Rahul… please… mat ruko… ahhh… main… main… aaahhh!” woh chillayi, aur ek zor se jhatke ke saath uska paani nikal gaya. Maine uska saara ras pee liya, jo ki thoda meetha aur namkeen tha, aur uski chut ko saaf kiya apni jeebh se.
Woh thak ke bed pe gir gayi, saansein tez chal rahi thi, aankhein band ki hue. Maine apne kapde utarne shuru kiye. Maine apni shirt nikaali, pant utari, aur underwear mein aa gaya. Mera lund underwear mein se tent bana raha tha, poora khada aur tight, lagbhag 7 inch ka.
Woh uth ke baith gayi, aur mera lund dekh ke uski aankhein badi ho gayin. “Yaar, kitna bada hai! Mere pati ka toh aadha bhi nahi hai,” usne kaha, aur uski awaaz mein woh excitement thi, woh surprise tha.
Maine apni underwear bhi utar di. Mera lund poora tight khada tha, nas nas mein khoon daud raha tha, topa laal ho gaya tha, aur precum se chipchipa hua tha. Woh usse dekh rahi thi jaise koi bachcha nayi toy dekh raha ho, haath badhake usse chhune lagi.
“Chuso isse Mamta,” maine kaha, apna lund uske chehre ke paas le gaya.
Woh thodi der sharmayi, lekin phir aage badhi. Usne mere lund ko haath mein liya, aur dheere se upar neeche karne lagi. Uska chhua itna soft tha, itna garam, ki bas kya kahoon. Phir usne mera topa apne muh mein le liya, aur choosne lagi. Woh zyada experienced nahi thi, lekin uski nayi nayi koshishen mujhe aur zyada excite kar rahi thi. Woh dheere dheere mera poora lund muh mein le rahi thi, aur jeebh se chat rahi thi.
Main uske baal pakad ke use control kar raha tha, kabhi zor se apna lund uske muh mein daal raha tha, toh woh gagging kar rahi thi, lekin ruk nahi rahi thi. “Haannn… aise hi… aur andar le… poora choos… hmmm… meri rani… tu toh expert nikli,” main use encourage kar raha tha.
Lagbhag 20 minute tak woh mera lund choosti rahi, kabhi topa choosti, kabhi poora andar leti, kabhi mere ande chusti. Main poora garam ho gaya tha, aur ab main use chodna chahta tha. Maine usse kaha bed pe let jaane ko. Woh let gayi, pair faila diye, apni chut ko apne haathon se khol di taaki main asaani se andar ja sakun.
Maine uske upar chadha, aur apne lund ka topa uski chut pe ragadne laga. Woh poori gili thi, chipchipi thi. “Please Rahul… daal do… bahut pyasi hoon… aaj poori tarah se apni bana lo… chodo mujhe… meri chut faad do…,” woh bheekh maang rahi thi, aur uski awaaz mein woh bechaini thi jo main kabhi nahi bhool sakta.
Maine ek zor se dhakka maara, aur mera aadha lund uski chut mein ghus gaya. Woh cheekh uthi, “Ahhhh! Dard ho raha hai! Tumhara bahut mota hai!”
Main ruk gaya thoda sa. Maine uske honth choosne lage taaki uska dhyan hat sake. Uske haath mere peeth pe the, aur woh mujhe kheench rahi thi. Thodi der baad jab woh theek hui, toh maine poora lund ek baar mein andar daal diya, poora ka poora, jhatke se.
“Ooooh fuckkkk! Mar gayi!” woh chillayi, aur uski aankhein badi ho gayin.
Maine uske dono pair apne kandhon pe rakhe, aur chodna shuru kar diya. Pehle dheere dheere, phir tez tez. Woh awaazein nikaal rahi thi jo mujhe aur madhosh kar rahi thi – “Ahhh… ohhh… haan… aur zor se… chodo mujhe… apni rakhail bana lo… main tumhari hoon… aaj se sirf tumhari…”
Maine uski chuchiyan pakad li, aur unhe zor se dabate hue chod raha tha. Bed ki khatkhatahat poori room mein goonj rahi thi, “thap thap thap” ki awaaz. Woh apni kamar upar utha utha ke mera saath de rahi thi. Hum dono poori tarah se ek doosre mein kho gaye the, jaise do badan ek rooh ban gaye hon.
Maine usse ghodi banne ko kaha. Woh uthi, aur doggy style mein aa gayi. Maine peeche se uski chut mein lund daala, aur zor zor se pelne laga. Is position mein mera lund aur andar ja raha tha, poora ka poora, uske andar tak, aur woh aur zyada awaazein nikaal rahi thi.
“Ooooh… Rahul… tum bahut acche ho… mere pati kabhi aise nahi karte… woh toh bas aate hain aur so jaate hain… ahhh… mar gayi… chodo aur zor se… meri chut faad do… faad do poori… main tumhari gulam hoon…”
Maine uski gand pe thappad maara. “Ahhhh!” woh cheekhi. Phir se maara, aur is baar zor se. Uski gand laal ho gayi, ek laal nishan ban gaya, lekin woh aur zyada excite ho gayi. “Aur maaro… mujhe dard do… mujhe ehsaas do ki main zinda hoon…”
Maine apni speed aur badha di. Poora lund baahar nikaal ke ek baar mein andar daal raha tha, jisse “phuch phuch” ki awaaz ho rahi thi. Woh chilla rahi thi, ro rahi thi, has rahi thi – sab mixed emotions mein thi. Maine uski clitoris ko haath se saath saath ragadna shuru kar diya, jisse woh aur zyada garam ho gayi.
“Main… main… aa rahi hoon… Rahul… saath mein… please… tum bhi… andar hi… chhod do… mujhe pregnant kar do… main bachcha chahti hoon… tumhara…,” woh chillayi, aur uski baatein mujhe aur pagal bana rahi thi.
Maine bhi apni speed maximum kar di. Hum dono saath mein jhad gaye, ek saath, poori tarah se. Maine apna poora maal uski chut mein chhod diya, garam garam, aur woh bhi poori tarah se jhad gayi, uski chut ne mere lund ko kas ke pakad liya.
Hum dono thak ke bed pe gir gaye, ek doosre se lipte hue, paseene mein latpat. Maine uske chuche sahlaye, aur uske honth chume. “Kaisa laga meri jaan?” maine poochha.
Woh mere seene pe sar rakh ke boli, “Bahut maza aaya. Tumne mujhe aaj tak ka sabse bada sukh diya hai. Main tumhari ho gayi hoon Rahul, poori tarah se.”
Hum dono waise hi pade rahe, baatein karte hue. Usne bataya ki uske pati se uska koi emotional connection nahi hai, bas ek formality hai. Woh shaadi shuda hai, lekin akeli hai. Maine kaha ki main hamesha uske saath hoon, jab bhi usse zaroorat ho.
Thodi der baad maine usse kaha, “Abhi toh shuruat hai Mamta. Abhi tumhari gand ki baari hai.”
Woh thodi ghabrayi, “Lekin… woh… bahut dard hoga… maine kabhi nahi… mere pati ne kabhi try bhi nahi kiya… woh kehte hain yeh gandi baat hai…”
“Trust me, main dard nahi dunga. Bas thodi der mein maza aa jayega. Aur waise bhi, tumhari gand itni mast hai ki main use chhodne bina nahi reh sakta,” maine kaha, aur uski gand ko daba ke dekha.
Maine oil ki bottle nikali jo mere paas thi. Maine usse ulta letne ko kaha, aur ek takiye neeche uski kamar ke neeche rakha taaki uski gand upar uthi rahe. Maine oil liya, aur uski gand ke ched pe lagaya, dheere dheere. Maine ek ungli andar daali, bahut dheere se. Woh thodi saaNs ruk gayi, lekin kuch nahi kaha, bas “ahhh” ki awaaz nikali.
Maine ungli andar baahar ki, taaki woh loose ho jaye. Phir do ungliyan daali. Woh “ahhh… dard ho raha hai… lekin achha lag raha hai… aur andar karo…” keh rahi thi. Maine uski chut ko bhi saath mein sahlata raha. Jab woh phir se garam hone lagi, tab maine apne lund pe oil lagaya, aur uski gand ke ched pe topa rakha.
“Dheere se karna Rahul… please… pehli baar hai…,” usne kaha, aur uski awaaz mein woh dar tha, woh excitement thi.
Maine dheere se ek dhakka maara. Topa andar ghus gaya. Woh cheekh uthi, “Ahhhh! Kitna mota hai! Ruko thodi der!”
Main ruk gaya. Uske baal sehlane laga, aur uski peeth pe kiss karne laga. Thodi der baad jab woh theek hui, toh maine poora lund dheere dheere andar daalna shuru kiya. Thodi der mein mera poora lund uski gand mein tha, poora ka poora, ghera tak.
“Ooooh fuckkkk! Poora ghus gaya! Kitna ghera hai! Mujhe faad doge kya?” woh chillayi.
Maine chodna shuru kar diya. Pehle bahut dheere, phir jab woh theek hui, toh speed badha di. Woh awaazein nikaal rahi thi – “Ooooh… ahhh… kitna ghera jaa raha hai… maza aa raha hai… aur tez karo… faad do meri gand… apni bana lo…”
Maine uski kamar pakdi, aur zor zor se pelne laga. Uski gand itni tight thi, jaise koi garam ring ho, bas kya kahoon, mera lund poora kasa hua tha. Main jhadne wala tha, lekin maine control kiya. Main chahta tha ki yeh moment lamba ho.
Maine usse ghodi banaya, ab woh doggy style mein thi, aur main peeche se uski gand chod raha tha. Maine zor zor se dhakke maare, aur uski gand ko thappad bhi maarte ja raha tha. Uski gand laal ho gayi thi, lekin woh aur zyada excite ho rahi thi.
“Ooooh… Rahul… tum bahut acche ho… mere pati toh kabhi aise nahi… ahhh… mar gayi… chodo aur zor se… meri gand faad do… faad do… main tumhari gulam hoon… tumhari randi hoon…”
Maine apni speed aur badha di. Poora lund baahar nikaal ke ek baar mein andar daal raha tha. Woh chilla rahi thi, ro rahi thi, has rahi thi – sab mixed emotions mein thi. Maine uski clitoris ko haath se saath saath ragadna shuru kar diya, jisse woh aur zyada garam ho gayi.
“Main… main… aa rahi hoon… Rahul… saath mein… please… tum bhi… meri gand mein hi… chhod do… bhar do mujhe…,” woh chillayi.
Maine bhi ab ruka nahi. Maine zor se dhakke maare, aur uski gand mein hi apna saara maal chhod diya, garam garam, poora ka poora. Woh bhi jhad gayi, poori tarah se. Hum dono thak ke gir gaye, ek doosre se lipte hue.
Uske baad humne ek aur baar sex kiya, is baar slow aur romantic tareeke se. Maine usse apni god mein baithaya, aur uski chut mein lund daal ke dhake lagaye. Woh mere upar upar uchhal rahi thi, aur hum dono saath mein jhad gaye.
Uske jaane ke baad bhi humara rishta chalta raha. Har hafte hum milte, aur har tarah se sex karte. Woh ab expert ho gayi thi, aur mujhe har baar naye naye tareeke se khush karti. Usne muh mein lene ki training le li, aur ab poora lund muh mein le leti thi. Gand bhi ab poori tarah se loose ho gayi thi, aur woh bina dard ke chudwa leti thi. Woh meri Mamta, meri bhabhi, meri rakhail, meri jaan ban gayi. Aur main uska Rahul, uska saathi, uska aashiq, uska malik.
Bus ke us jhatke ne humein milaya, aur woh jhatka humari zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat pal ban gaya. Ab jab bhi main bus mein jaata hoon, toh uss seat ki taraf dekhta hoon jahan woh khadi thi, aur muskurata hoon. Kyunki zindagi mein kuch pal aise hote hain jo aapki zindagi badal dete hain, aur woh pal mere liye Mamta thi, meri pyari, mast, gol gand wali Mamta.
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