Gaon Wali Hot Bhabhi Ki Gand Chudai
Meri zindagi mein pehli baar jab maine Arti bhabhi ko dekha tha, woh din aaj bhi meri aankhon ke saamne hai. Main Nitesh, 24 saal ka jawan ladka, apne gaon mein hi rehta tha. Mere ghar se kuch hi doori par Arti bhabhi ka sasural tha. Unka naam Arti tha, umar kareeb 28-29 saal ki hogi, rang gora jaise doodh mein haldi mila di ho, aankhein kaale kaajal se bhari, aur woh figure… haye rabba, uska figure aisa tha ki koi bhi mard dekh ke pagal ho jaye. Gaon Wali Hot Bhabhi Ki Gand Chudai
Arti bhabhi ki height kareeb 5’4″ thi, lekin unki chaal mein aisa jaadu tha ki lagta thi jaise koi hiran chal rahi ho. Unke baal kaale ghane aur lambay, peeth tak jaate the. Lekin sabse khatarnak cheez thi unki body – ek dum sexy aur bhar poor. Unki kamar itni patli thi ki haath mein aa jaye, lekin hips… hips toh aise the jaise kisi sculptor ne apne haathon se tarasha ho. Aur unke boobs… haye allah, 34D size ke gol gol tight boobs. Lekin sabse zyada maza toh unki gaand mein tha – gol, tight, aur ek dum ubhari hui gaand, jo unki saree mein aise ghumti thi jaise koi gol gol roti ho.
Unka pati Rajesh gaon se bahar rehta tha, shahar mein naukri karta tha. Mahine mein ek baar aata tha, do din rehta tha, phir chala jaata tha. Arti bhabhi ko apne saas-sasur ke saath rehna padta tha. Main unhe roz subah shaam dekhta tha, aur raat ko unki yaad mein muth maarta tha, khaaskar unki gaand ki yaad mein.
Pehle toh maine sirf unhe dekhta tha, lekin dheere dheere mere man mein unhe paane ki ichha jaag uthi. Main sochta tha, kaise inke saath sex karoon, kaise inki gaand mein apna lund daaloon. Maine socha ki seedhe approach karne se kaam nahi banega, kyunki Arti bhabhi bahut hi shareef aur seedhi-saadhi ladki thi. Unhe gaon ki koi bhi aurat buri nazar se nahi dekhti thi, itni izzat thi unki.
Maine apna plan banaya. Pehle main unse dosti karne ki koshish ki. Main roz unke ghar ke aas-paas ghoomne laga, kabhi kuch kaam ke bahane, kabhi kuch aur. Lekin bhabhi mujhe dekh ke bhi aise ignore karti thi jaise main koi hawa ka jhonka hoon. Unki nazrein mujhpar ek pal bhi nahi rukti thi. Mera dil toot sa gaya, lekin main haar nahi maana.
Ek din maine unse baat karne ki koshish ki. Main unke ghar ke darwaze par gaya aur bola, “Bhabhiji, aapke saasuji ne kaha tha ki aapko kuch samaan dila dena hai.”
Arti bhabhi ne darwaza khola, unhone pink color ki saree pehni thi, aur blouse itna tight tha ki unke boobs ki shape saaf dikhai de rahi thi, aur unki gaand… haye, woh saree mein aise ubhari hui thi ki mera lund turant khada ho gaya. Unhone mujhe gusse se dekha aur kaha, “Tum kaun ho?”
Maine kaha, “Main Nitesh hoon, pados mein rehta hoon.”
Unhone kaha, “Haan toh? Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye. Jao yahan se.”
Keh ke unhone darwaza band kar diya. Mera dil toot gaya, lekin maine socha, ab aur zyada mehnat karni padegi.
Kai din tak maine koshish ki, lekin bhabhi ne mujhe kabhi bhaav nahi diya. Phir ek din meri zindagi badal gayi.
Part 2: Nahaate Hue Dekhna aur Photo Khichna (Secret Version)
Woh din tha, mausam bahut garam tha. Main apne ghar ke bahar baitha tha, jab maine dekha ki Arti bhabhi ek gamle mein paani lekar apne ghar ki peeche ki taraf jaa rahi hain. Maine socha, shayad nahaane ja rahi hain. Mera dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Maine pehle kabhi kisi aurat ko nahaate hue nahi dekha tha, aur socha ki yeh mauka hai.
Maine chupke se unke ghar ke peeche ki taraf jaane ka rasta dhunda. Unke ghar ke peeche ek purana kamra tha, jahan nahaane ka intezam tha. Main dheere dheere wahan gaya, aur dekha ki ek chhed hai jahan se andar ka nazara aa sakta hai. Mera lund pehle se hi khada tha, aur main dhadkte hue dil se us chhed se andar dekhne laga.
Lekin meri kismat kharab thi. Jaise hi maine dekha ki bhabhi apne kapde utaar rahi hain, tabhi unke saas-sasur ne aawaz lagayi. Kuch zaroori kaam tha. Arti bhabhi ne turant towel lapet liya aur bahar aa gayi. Main bahut nirash hua, lekin tabhi mere dimaag mein ek idea aaya.
Maine socha, agar main andar ghus jaaun toh? Saas-sasur toh bahar gaye hain, aur bhabhi abhi nahaane hi wapas aayengi. Main unke ghar ke andar ghus gaya. Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha, jahan balti, mug, aur ek purana aaina rakha tha. Maine socha, yahin kahi chhup jaata hoon.
Thodi der baad Arti bhabhi wapas aayi. Unhone darwaza band kar liya, aur main ek purane almari ke peeche chhup gaya. Mera saans tez chal raha tha, aur dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Agar pakda gaya toh gaon mein meri izzat mitti mein mil jayegi, lekin main taiyaar tha – kuch bhi ho jaaye, main bhabhi ki gaand dekh ke rahunga. Gaon Wali Hot Bhabhi Ki Gand Chudai
Arti bhabhi ne apne baal khole, aur phir… oh meri jaan… unhone apna pallu utara. Unhone pink blouse pehna tha, jo unke gore badan par bahut sexy lag raha tha. Phir unhone apni saree utaari. Ab woh sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi. Unki kamar itni patli thi, lekin hips… hips toh aise ubhre hue the ki bas dekh ke hi mera lund paani chhodne ko taiyaar tha.
Phir unhone apna blouse ke hook khole. Ek ek karke teeno hook khule, aur unhone blouse utara. Oh bhai… kya nazara tha. Unke boobs ekdum gol, tight, aur bade the. Bra bhi pink color ki thi. Unke cleavage mein itna depth tha ki main bas dekhta hi reh gaya.
Phir unhone apni bra ke peeche ke hook khole. Jaise hi bra utari, unke boobs aazaad ho gaye. Woh bilkul gol, tight, aur bade the. Nipples thode se kaale aur tight the. Mera mooh mein paani aa gaya.
Lekin asli maza tab aaya jab unhone petticoat utara. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi. Unki gaand… haye allah, kya gaand thi. Gol, tight, aur ek dum ubhari hui. Panty unki gaand ke andar ghusi hui thi, aur unki gaand ke cleft saaf dik rahe the. Mera lund toh jaise paagal ho gaya.
Arti bhabhi ne paani ka mug uthaya aur apne badan par paani daalna shuru kiya. Paani unke gore badan par beh raha tha, aur unki gaand chamak rahi thi. Main chhup ke yeh sab dekh raha tha, aur mera haath apne lund par tha. Main dheere dheere muth maar raha tha, soch raha tha ki kaash main abhi unki gaand mein apna lund daal sakta.
Tabhi mere dimaag mein ek aur idea aaya. Maine apna phone nikala, aur silently camera on karke unki nangi photos lene laga. Maine unki kai photos li – jismein woh blouse utaar rahi thi, bra utaar rahi thi, petticoat utar rahi thi, aur paani daal rahi thi. Kuch photos mein unke boobs saaf dikhte the, kuch mein unki panty mein se gaand ka shape – woh gol gol gaand jo panty mein ghusi hui thi.
Jaise hi unhone nahaana khatam kiya aur kapde pehnne shuru kiye, maine chupke se wahan se nikal liya. Mere paas ab Arti bhabhi ki nangi photos thi, aur main jaanta tha ki yeh mere liye jaise koi hathyar ban sakti hai. Ab main unki gaand maar sakta tha, blackmail karke.
Part 3: Blackmail aur Gand Ki Pehli Chudai
Us raat main apne kamre mein tha, aur Arti bhabhi ki photos dekh raha tha, khaaskar unki gaand ki photos. Main muth maar raha tha, aur soch raha tha ki ab kaise unki gaand mein apna lund daaloon. Agle din subah, main unke ghar ke bahar mila. Jaise hi unhone mujhe dekha, unhone chehra phair liya. Maine unke paas jaake kaha, “Bhabhiji, aapko kuch dikhana hai.”
Unhone gusse se kaha, “Hatt jaao, mujhe tumse koi baat nahi karni.”
Maine apna phone nikala, aur unki ek photo dikhayi – jismein woh panty mein thi, aur unki gaand ka gol shape saaf dik raha tha. Unhone photo dekhi, aur unka chehra peela pad gaya. Unhone phone cheen ne ki koshish ki, lekin maine phone hataya.
“Yeh… yeh kahan se liya?” unki aawaz kaanp rahi thi.
Maine kaha, “Bhabhiji, kal aap naha rahi thi na… maine kuch photos li hain. Aur toh aur, mere paas aapki nangi photos bhi hain, jismein aapki yeh gol gaand bhi hai.”
Unke haath kaanpne lage. Unhone kaha, “Tum… tum yeh sab karoge toh achha nahi hoga. Main sabko bata dungi.”
Maine muskurate hue kaha, “Bata dijiye. Lekin pehle yeh soch lijiye, agar yeh photos gaon mein fail gayi toh aapki kya izzat reh jayegi? Aapke saas-sasur kya kahenge? Aapke pati kya kahenge? Gaon mein sab aapki gaand dekhenge.” Gaon Wali Hot Bhabhi Ki Gand Chudai
Arti bhabhi ki aankhein bhar aayi. Woh roone lagi. “Please… please yeh photos delete kar do. Main tumhari koi bhi baat maanungi.”
Maine kaha, “Pehle mere saath chaliye.”
Maine unhe apne ghar ke peeche waali khet ki taraf le gaya. Wahan koi nahi tha, sirf hum dono the, aur chaaron taraf ganne ke khet the. Arti bhabhi kaanp rahi thi, unke haath thar-thar kaanp rahe the. Maine unke paas jaake unka haath pakda. Unhone mera haath jhatka diya.
“Chhodo mujhe!” unki aawaz mein darr tha.
Maine kaha, “Chup. Agar aapne awaaz lagayi toh photo viral.”
Woh chup ho gayi. Maine unke kareeb jaake unki kamar mein haath daala. Unki kamar itni mulayam thi ki mera lund turant khada ho gaya. Maine unhe apni taraf khincha, aur unke honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Unhone mera munh dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin main zor se unke honth chusne laga.
Phir maine unhe ghumaya, aur unki peeth ki taraf aaya. Maine unki saree uthaayi, aur unki gaand par haath rakh diya. Unki gaand itni mulayam aur tight thi ki main paagal sa ho gaya.
“Aaj main aapki gaand maarunga,” maine kaha.
“Nahi… please… wahan mat daalo… bahut dard hoga… main kabhi nahi karayi…” bhabhi roone lagi.
Maine kaha, “Aaj toh karani padegi. Nahi toh photos.”
Maine unki saree utaari, phir petticoat. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi, aur unki gaand bilkul saaf dik rahi thi. Maine unki panty bhi utaar di. Unki gaand ka cleft bilkul saaf tha, gol aur tight. Maine apne lund ko sahlaya, jo poora khada tha – 7 inch lamba aur mota.
Maine bhabhi ko zameen par ghodi bana diya. Unki tangein phaila di. Unki gaand ka cleft saaf dik raha tha. Maine thook apne lund par lagaya, aur thoda sa unki gaand ke ched par bhi. Phir apna lund unki gaand ke ched par rakha.
“Oooohhh… please… dheere… bahut dard hoga…” bhabhi kaanp rahi thi.
Maine zor se dhakka maara. Mera lund unki gaand mein thoda sa ghusa, aur bhabhi cheekh uthi. “Oooohhh… mar gayi… nahi… bahut dard ho raha hai…”
Maine zor se dhakka maara, aur mera aadha lund andar chala gaya. Unki gaand bahut tight thi, aur mujhe bhi dard ho raha tha, lekin maza aa raha tha. Maine phir zor se dhakka maara, aur mera poora lund unki gaand mein chala gaya.
“Oooohhh… aahhh… nahi… bahut dard ho raha hai… please bahar nikaalo…” bhabhi ro rahi thi, unki aankhein bhar aayi thi.
Lekin main nahi ruka. Maine zor zor se unki gaand mein apna lund andar bahar karne shuru kiya. Unki gaand itni tight thi ki mera lund poora jakad raha tha. Main zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha, aur bhabhi ki cheekhein nikal rahi thi.
“Oooohhh… aahhh… mar gayi… bahut dard ho raha hai… please… please…”
Thodi der baad, unki gaand dheeli hone lagi, aur maza aane laga. Main zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha, aur unki gaand se “fuch fuch” ki awaazein aa rahi thi. Bhabhi ki cheekhein ab “aahhh… oohhh…” mein badal gayi – shayad unhe bhi maza aa raha tha.
Maine apni speed badha di. Main zor zor se unki gaand maar raha tha. Unki gaand garam ho gayi thi, aur mera lund bhi garam ho gaya tha. Maine zor zor se dhakke maare, aur phir main jhad gaya. Maine apna garam garam paani unki gaand mein chhod diya.
Maine apna lund bahar nikala, aur dekha ki unki gaand laal ho gayi thi, aur thoda sa khoon bhi aa raha tha. Bhabhi ro rahi thi, aur zameen par leti hui thi. Maine unki gaand par thappad maara, aur kaha, “Aaj se roz aana hai. Agar mana kiya toh photos viral.”
Woh chup ho gayi, aur ro rahi thi. Maine unke kapde diye, aur unhe jaane diya. Woh thodi thodi chal ke gayi, unki gaand dard kar rahi thi.
Part 4: Roz Ki Gand Ki Chudai aur Best Friend Ka Shaqs
Uske baad se main roz Arti bhabhi ko bulata, aur unki gaand maartha. Pehle woh darr ti thi, ro ti thi, lekin dheere dheere unhe bhi maza aane laga. Unki gaand ab meri ho gayi thi.
Lekin ek problem hone lagi. Arti bhabhi ki ek best friend thi – Priya. Woh bhi gaon mein hi rehti thi, aur Arti se roz milti thi. Jab Arti roz mere paas jaane lagi, aur unki gaand dard karne lagi, toh Priya ko shaq hone laga.
Ek din Priya ne Arti se pucha, “Tu roz kahan jaati hai? Tera chehra kyun utar gaya hai?”
Arti ne kaha, “Kuch nahi, bas thodi tabiyat kharab hai.”
Lekin Priya maani nahi. Woh Arti ka peecha karne lagi. Ek din usne dekha ki Arti mere ghar ke peeche waale khet mein ja rahi hai. Priya chupke se peecha karne lagi.
Uss din main Arti ki gaand maar raha tha. Maine unhe ghodi banaya hua tha, aur zor zor se unki gaand mein apna lund daal raha tha. Arti “aahhh… oohhh… dheere…” kar rahi thi.
Priya ne yeh sab dekh liya. Woh darr gayi, lekin chup chap dekhti rahi. Usne dekha ki main zor zor se Arti ki gaand maar raha hoon, aur Arti maze le rahi hai.
Jab main jhad gaya, aur Arti ko jaane diya, toh Priya chupke se wahan se chali gayi. Usne Arti se kuch nahi kaha, lekin usse shaq aur bhi badh gaya.
Agle din Priya ne Arti se kaha, “Mujhe pata hai tu kya kar rahi hai. Tu Nitesh ke saath…”
Arti darr gayi. “Tu… tu kya keh rahi hai?”
Priya ne kaha, “Maine kal sab dekh liya. Tu uski… uski…”
Arti roone lagi, aur sab kuch sach sach bata diya. Usne kaha ki main uski photos blackmail kar raha hoon, aur uski gaand maar raha hoon.
Priya ne kaha, “Yeh toh galat hai. Main police ko bataungi.”
Arti ne kaha, “Nahi… please… agar police ko bataya toh meri photos viral ho jayengi. Meri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi.”
Priya soch mein pad gayi. Usne socha ki agar woh police ko batayegi toh Arti ki izzat chali jayegi. Lekin woh chup bhi nahi reh sakti thi.
Part 5: Best Friend Ko Bhi Fasana
Maine Priya ko notice kiya tha. Ek din maine usse akela pakad liya. Maine kaha, “Tumhe sab pata hai?”
Priya gusse se boli, “Haan, main sab jaanti hoon. Tu Arti ko blackmail kar raha hai. Main police ko bataungi.”
Maine muskurate hue kaha, “Bata do. Lekin pehle yeh dekho.”
Maine apna phone nikala, aur Arti ki nangi photos dikhai. Priya dekh ke sharma gayi. “Yeh… yeh kya hai?”
Maine kaha, “Arti ki photos. Aur mere paas tumhari bhi photos ho sakti hain. Agar tumne police ko bataya toh main Arti ki photos viral kar dunga, aur tumhari bhi photos leak kar dunga.”
Priya darr gayi. “Tum… tum mere paas meri koi photo nahi hai.”
Maine kaha, “Abhi nahi hai, lekin ho sakti hai. Agar tumne mujhe disturb kiya toh.”
Priya chup ho gayi. Maine kaha, “Agar tum chup rahogi, aur kisi ko kuch nahi bataogi, toh main tumhe bhi… maza dilaunga.”
Priya ne gusse se kaha, “Main tumhari koi baat nahi maanungi.”
Maine kaha, “Theek hai. Phir dekhna.”
Maine Arti ko bulaya, aur unke saamne hi unki gaand maari. Priya dekh rahi thi, chhup ke. Maine zor zor se Arti ki gaand maari, aur Priya ko sab dikhaaya. Priya dekh ke garam ho gayi, shayad usse bhi maza aa raha tha dekhne mein.
Uske baad maine Priya ko pakad liya. Maine kaha, “Ab tum bhi meri ho. Warna dono ki photos viral.”
Priya ne mana kiya, lekin maine zor se uske honth chume. Usne mera munh dhakela, lekin main nahi ruka. Maine uski saree utaari, aur uski gaand mein bhi apna lund daal diya.
Ab main dono ki gaand maarta – kabhi Arti ki, kabhi Priya ki. Dono ab meri randi ban gayi thi. Aur dono ke pati aur saas-sasur ko kuch pata nahi chala.
Part 6: Dono Bhabhiyon Ki Gand Ek Saath
Ab main dono ko saath mein chodta. Ek din maine dono ko ek purane kothe par bulaya. Arti aur Priya dono aayi. Maine kaha, “Aaj main dono ki gaand ek saath maarunga.”
Dono darr gayi, lekin majboor thi. Maine Arti ko ghodi banaya, aur Priya ko bhi ghodi banaya. Dono ki gaand ek saamne thi. Maine pehle Arti ki gaand mein lund daala, aur zor zor se chodne laga. Phir maine bahar nikala, aur Priya ki gaand mein daal diya.
Dono “aahhh… oohhh…” kar rahi thi. Main ek ki gaand mein lund daalta, phir dusri ki gaand mein. Dono ki gaand garam garam thi, aur tight bhi.
Thodi der mein main Arti ki gaand mein jhad gaya. Phir maine Priya ki gaand bhi maari, aur usmein bhi jhad gaya.
Dono ab meri randi ban gayi thi. Main roz dono ki gaand maarta, aur kisi ko pata nahi chalta tha. Arti ka pati gaon aata tha, lekin use kuch pata nahi tha. Priya ka pati bhi bewakoof tha. Saas-sasur ko bhi kuch pata nahi tha.
Ab main naye naye tarike se dono ki gaand maarta. Kabhi main Arti ki gaand mein lund daal ke Priya ki choot mein ungli karta. Kabhi Priya ki gaand mein lund daal ke Arti ke boobs dabata.
Ek din maine dono ko 69 ki position mein lita diya. Arti ne Priya ki choot chatni shuru ki, aur Priya ne Arti ki choot chati. Main peeche se pehle Arti ki gaand maari, phir Priya ki gaand maari. Dono maze mein “aahhh… oohhh…” kar rahi thi.
Maine ek din socha, kyun na dono ki gaand mein ek saath lund daaloon? Maine Arti ki gaand mein lund daala, aur zor zor se chodne laga. Jab woh garam ho gayi, toh maine Priya ki gaand mein bhi ungli daal di. Phir maine dono ki gaand ek saath maari.
Dono ki gaand ab poori tarah se meri ho gayi thi. Main jab chahta tha, unki gaand maarta tha. Kabhi khet mein, kabhi ghar ke peeche, kabhi kisi purane kothe par.
Part 7: Pati Ke Saamne Chupke Se Gand Maarna
Ek din Arti ka pati Rajesh gaon aaya. Mainne socha, kyun na uske saamne hi uski biwi ki gaand maaro, lekin chupke se?
Maine Rajesh se dosti kar li. Hum teeno baith ke sharab peene lage. Rajesh nashe mein ho gaya. Arti bhi wahin thi. Jab Rajesh nashe mein behosh ho gaya, toh maine Arti ko ishara kiya.
Maine Arti ko ghodi banaya – uske hi pati ke saamne. Rajesh so raha tha, lekin use pata nahi tha ki main uski biwi ki gaand maar raha hoon. Maine zor zor se Arti ki gaand maari, aur woh “aahhh… oohhh…” kar rahi thi, lekin daba ke taaki uske pati ko pata na chale.
Maine Arti ki gaand mein apna paani chhoda, aur phir chupke se baith gaya. Thodi der baad Rajesh utha, use pata bhi nahi tha ki maine uski biwi ki gaand maar li hai.
Waise hi Priya ke pati ke saamne bhi maine kai baar uski gaand maari. Kabhi main chupke se uske ghar jaata, uski gaand maarta, aur chala jaata. Uske pati ko kuch pata nahi hota tha.
Part 9: Saas Ke Ghar Mein Chupke Se Gand Ki Chudai
Arti ke saas-sasur bhi ghar mein rehte the. Mainne socha, kyun na unke ghar mein hi chupke se Arti ki gaand maaro?
Ek din jab saas-sasur so rahe the apne kamre mein, main chupke se Arti ke kamre mein ghus gaya. Arti so rahi thi. Maine uske petticoat uthaya, aur uski panty neeche ki. Phir maine apna lund uski gaand mein daal diya.
Arti jaag gayi, lekin maine uske munh par haath rakh diya. “Chup,” maine kaha. “Agar awaaz lagayi toh saas jag jayegi.”
Main zor zor se uski gaand maarta raha. Arti “aahhh… oohhh…” daba ke kar rahi thi. Unki saas ke kamre se awaaz aa rahi thi, lekin unhe pata nahi tha ki unki bahu ki gaand mein mera lund hai.
Maine Arti ki gaand mein apna paani chhoda, aur chupke se wahan se nikal gaya. Saas ko kuch pata nahi chala.
Aise hi kai baar main Arti ke ghar mein chupke se uski gaand maarta. Kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi bathroom mein, kabhi uske hi kamre mein. Saas-sasur ko kuch pata nahi hota tha.
Part 8: Gaon Mein Chori Chori Gand Maarna
Gaon mein kai jagah the jahan main Arti aur Priya ki gaand maarta. Kabhi main unhe khet mein le jaata, aur wahan ganne ke beech mein unki gaand maarta. Kabhi main nadi ke kinare le jaata, aur wahan unki gaand maarta.
Ek din maine Arti ko gaon ke school ke peeche le gaya. Wahan ek purana kamra tha. Maine uski wahan gaand maari. School mein bachche padh rahe the, aur main bahar Arti ki gaand maar raha tha.
“Oooohhh… aahhh… dheere… bachche sun lenge…” Arti darr rahi thi.
Lekin main nahi ruka. Maine zor zor se uski gaand maari, aur usmein apna paani chhoda.
Waise hi maine Priya ki gaand bhi kai jagah maari – mandir ke peeche, dukan ke peeche, aur kabhi kabhi toh sadak ke kinare hi chupke se.
Dheere dheere Arti aur Priya dono mujhse pyaar karne lagi. Pehle woh mujhse darr ti thi, lekin ab woh khud mujhe bulati thi. Arti kabhi kabhi raat ko mere ghar aati, aur meri gaand chat ke mera lund chusti.
Priya bhi ab meri deewani ho gayi thi. Woh apne pati se zyada mujhse chudwati thi. Dono ki gaand ab meri property thi.
Ek din Arti ne mujhse kaha, “Nitesh, tumhari gaand maarte maarte mujhe maza aa gaya hai. Ab main sirf tumhari hoon.”
Maine kaha, “Haan, tum meri ho. Lekin agar tumne kisi ko bataya toh…”
Usne kaha, “Nahi bataungi. Main tumhari randi ban ke rehna chahti hoon.”
Waise hi Priya ne bhi kaha, “Main bhi tumhari hoon. Meri gaand sirf tumhari hai.”
Ab main dono ko pyar se bhi chodta tha. Kabhi main Arti ke boobs chusta, kabhi Priya ki choot chat ta. Dono ki gaand toh main roz hi maarta tha.
Aaj bhi main Arti aur Priya ki gaand maarta hoon. Dono ab meri permanent randi hain. Main jab chahta hoon, unki gaand maarta hoon. Kisi ko kuch pata nahi hai – na Arti ke pati ko, na Priya ke pati ko, na unke saas-sasur ko.
Main roz naye naye tarike se unki gaand maarta. Kabhi main unhe ghodi bana ke maarta hoon, kabhi ulta lita ke, kabhi khada kar ke. Dono ki gaand ab meri hai.
Arti ki gaand thodi dheeli ho gayi hai, lekin utni hi mast hai. Priya ki gaand abhi bhi tight hai. Main dono ki gaand ek saath bhi maarta hoon – pehle Arti ki, phir Priya ki.
Dono ab mujhse pyaar karti hain. Woh mere liye kuch bhi kar sakti hain. Main unki gaand maarta hoon, aur woh maze leti hain.
Part 9: Gaand Ki Chudai Ke Raaz
Maine Arti aur Priya dono ko sikha diya hai ki kaise gaand maarte hain. Ab woh apne patiyon se bhi gaand maarti hain, lekin mujhse zyada maza unhe apne patiyon se nahi aata. Kyunki mera lund bada hai, aur main zor zor se maarta hoon.
Arti ke pati ko pata hai ki uski biwi ki gaand dheeli hai, lekin use pata nahi ki yeh maine ki hai. Woh sochta hai ki uski biwi ki gaand usne hi maari hai. Bewakoof admi.
Priya ke pati ko bhi pata nahi ki uski biwi ki gaand main roz maarta hoon. Woh sochta hai ki uski biwi shareef hai. Lekin Priya toh meri randi hai.
Dono ke saas-sasur ko bhi kuch pata nahi. Woh sochte hain ki unki bahu bahut shareef hai. Lekin main jaanta hoon ki unki bahu ki gaand mein mera lund jaata hai roz.
Part 10: Gand Maarte Maarte Zindagi Guzar Rahi Hai
Meri zindagi ab bas Arti aur Priya ki gaand mein hi chal rahi hai. Main subah uthta hoon, Arti ki gaand maarta hoon. Dopahar ko Priya ki gaand maarta hoon. Raat ko dono ki gaand maarta hoon.
Dono ki gaand ab meri hai. Main unhe jee bhar ke chodta hoon. Kabhi main Arti ki gaand mein jhadata hoon, toh woh “aahhh… oohhh…” karti hai. Kabhi Priya ki gaand mein jhadata hoon, toh woh “zor se… aur zor se…” karti hai.
Main dono ki gaand mein apna paani chhodta hoon, aur woh maze leti hain. Phir woh apne ghar jaati hain, aur apne patiyon ke saath soti hain. Lekin unki gaand toh meri hoti hai.
Aaj bhi main Arti aur Priya ki gaand maarta hoon. Dono ab meri permanent randi hain. Main jab chahta hoon, unki gaand maarta hoon. Kisi ko kuch pata nahi hai.
Main roz naye naye tarike se unki gaand maarta hoon. Kabhi main unhe ghodi bana ke maarta hoon, kabhi ulta lita ke, kabhi khada kar ke. Dono ki gaand ab meri hai.
Arti ki gaand thodi dheeli ho gayi hai, lekin utni hi mast hai. Priya ki gaand abhi bhi tight hai. Main dono ki gaand ek saath bhi maarta hoon – pehle Arti ki, phir Priya ki.
Dono ab mujhse pyaar karti hain. Woh mere liye kuch bhi kar sakti hain. Main unki gaand maarta hoon, aur woh maze leti hain.
Part 10: Gaand Ki Chudai Ka Asli Maza
Asli maza toh gaand mein hi hai. Choot mein toh sab daalte hain, lekin gaand mein daalne ka maza kuch aur hai. Arti ki gaand itni tight thi ki pehle dard hota tha, lekin ab woh dheeli ho gayi hai, aur maza aata hai.
Priya ki gaand abhi bhi tight hai. Jab main uski gaand mein lund daalta hoon, toh woh cheekhti hai. “Oooohhh… mar gayi… bahut dard ho raha hai…” lekin phir usse bhi maza aane lagta hai.
Main dono ki gaand mein roz apna paani chhodta hoon. Kabhi main Arti ki gaand mein jhadata hoon, toh woh “aahhh… oohhh…” karti hai. Kabhi Priya ki gaand mein jhadata hoon, toh woh “zor se… aur zor se…” karti hai.
Kai saal beet gaye, aur main ab bhi Arti aur Priya ki gaand maarta hoon. Dono ab thodi buddhi ho gayi hain, lekin unki gaand abhi bhi mast hai. Main ab bhi roz unki gaand maarta hoon.
Arti ke pati ko ab bhi pata nahi ki uski biwi ki gaand main maarta hoon. Woh bewakoof aadmi ab bhi sochta hai ki uski biwi shareef hai. Lekin Arti toh meri randi hai.
Priya ke pati ko bhi pata nahi. Woh sochta hai ki uski biwi uski hai. Lekin Priya ki gaand toh meri hai.
Dono ke saas-sasur ab mar chuke hain. Unhe kuch pata nahi chala ki unki bahu ki gaand mein kiska lund jaata tha.
Aaj bhi main Arti aur Priya ki gaand maarta hoon. Hum teeno ab bhi milte hain, aur main dono ki gaand maarta hoon. Kabhi main Arti ki gaand mein lund daalta hoon, kabhi Priya ki gaand mein.
Dono ab meri permanent randi hain. Main jab chahta hoon, unki gaand maarta hoon. Kisi ko kuch pata nahi hai – na gaon walon ko, na kisi aur ko.
Main roz naye naye tarike se unki gaand maarta hoon. Kabhi main unhe ghodi bana ke maarta hoon, kabhi ulta lita ke, kabhi khada kar ke. Dono ki gaand ab meri hai.
Part 11: Gaand Ki Chudai Ki Kahani
Yeh thi meri aur Arti bhabhi ki asli kahani – jismein na saas ko pata chala, na pati ko, na kisi dost ko. Sirf Arti ki best friend Priya ko pata chala, lekin maine uski bhi gaand maar li, aur usse bhi apni randi bana li.
Maine Arti ki gaand maari, aur Priya ki gaand bhi maari. Dono ab meri hain. Main roz unki gaand maarta hoon, aur woh maze leti hain.
Yeh thi meri kahani – kaise maine gaon ki sabse sundar bhabhi Arti ko fasa ke uski gaand maari, aur uski best friend Priya ko bhi apni randi bana li. Na saas ko pata chala, na pati ko, na kisi aur ko. Sirf hum teeno jaante hain ki Arti aur Priya ki gaand meri hai.
Main aaj bhi roz unki gaand maarta hoon. Unki gaand ab meri property hai. Main jee bhar ke unki gaand maarta hoon, aur woh maze leti hain.
Agar aapko bhi koi bhabhi pasand hai, toh usse fasa lo, blackmail karo, aur uski gaand maaro. Kyunki gaand mein lund daalne ka maza hi kuch aur hai. Aur agar woh shaadi shuda ho toh maza dugna ho jaata hai.
Arti aur Priya ki gaand meri hai, aur rahegi. Main unki gaand roz maarunga, jab tak meri taakat hai. Aur woh bhi mujhse chudwati rahengi, kyunki ab woh meri randi hain – meri gaonwali randi bhabhiyaan.
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