Doston, bedroom mein andhera ghana tha, sirf bahar ki halki si street light window se aa rahi thi – chandni jaisi, Ayesha ke chehre pe pad rahi thi. Wo mere neeche thi blanket ke andar, muh mein mera lund poora ghusa hua, aankhein band thi, lekin chus rahi thi zor zor se – garam muh me, jeebh supare pe gol gol ghuma rahi thi, gale tak le rahi thi har dhakke pe. Uski laar mere lund pe tapak rahi thi, geeli awaazein aa rahi thi dheemi dheemi – glug glug – jo dil ko aur pagal kar rahi thi.
Main uske sir pakad ke dhakke de raha tha, gaaliyan dheere dheere dete hue,
"Asad: Le saali randi… choos zor se… bhai ka lund gale tak le… uncle ka virya abhi muh mein hai na… harami kutiya… natak kar rahi hai sone ka… le saali… poora andar…"
Wo chusti rahi – aankhein band, lekin muh tez chalne laga, jaise sun rahi ho sab aur mazaa le rahi ho.
Mera control khatam hone laga – shareer akad gaya, lund uske muh mein aur tight ho gaya. Maine zor zor se 4-5 dhakke maare gale tak aur jhad gaya – saara garam maal uske muh mein, gale mein chod diya. Zor se chillaya dheere se, "Le kutiya… pi le bhai ka maal… saali randi…"
Wo nigal gayi sab – gala hilta feel hua, kuch muh se bahar tapka uske chin pe. Usne jeebh nikaal ke clean kiya mera lund, dheere dheere, phir muh se nikaal diya.
Main upar leta raha thodi der, saansein tez ho gyi, shareer paseene se geela. Lund abhi bhi uske muh ke paas tha, geela thook aur maal se. Wo chup rahi, aankhein band, saansein dheemi – sone ka natak jaari tha uska.
Maine uske boobs pe haath le jaaya – nighty upar kar ke, naram chote boobs pakde, nipples ko ungliyon se chheda. Wo khade ho gaye turant. Maine neeche jhuka, ek nipple muh mein le liya – choosne laga dheere dheere, jeebh se gol gol, daanton se halka kaata. Taste thoda salty paseene ka, garam skin.
Usne siski bhari – "hmm…" lekin aankhein band, shareer mein halki si harkat hui.
Main chooste chooste uske kaan mein phusphusaya – awaaz mein sharam, gussa, tha,
"Asad: Ayesha… tu kitni badi randi ban gayi hai… lekin sach bolun… main… main tujhe kisi dusre ke saath dekh kar bahut garam ho jaata hoon… uncle ka mota lund teri chut mein ghusta dekhun… tu aahe bharti hui… wo tujhe thappad maare… gaand phaade… aur main side mein dekhun… lund tight ho jaata hai mera… office mein muth maar leta hoon soch ke… tu kisi ajnabi se chudwa… … aur main dekhun… mazaa aata hai bahut… gussa bhi aata hai… lekin ruk nahi paata… tu meri behen hai… lekin ab teri randipana dekh ke pagal ho jaata hoon… tu uncle ki randi hai … Saba ki tarah… dono milke uncle ko khush karo… main dekhunga… aur garam hounga… saali… tu sun rahi hai na sab… natak mat kar…"
Chooste hue bola ye sab – nipple ko muh mein leke, dusre ko ungliyon se maarte hue. Usne kuch nahi bola, aankhein band rahi, lekin uski saansein tez ho gayi, shareer mein kampan feel hua, chut se geelapan blanket mein mehsoos ho raha tha – wo sun rahi thi sab, feel kar rahi thi, lekin natak kar rahi thi.
Maine dusra nipple muh mein liya, zor se choosa, kaata – wo sisak gayi dheere se, tangen faila di thodi, jaise aur chahiye.
Dil mein ek gehri chubhan thi – *main ye kya bol raha hoon… apni behen ko… lekin sach hai… uska randipana dekh ke pagal ho gaya hai… ruk nahi pa raha…*
Wo chup rahi, natak karti hui, lekin uski nipple mere muh mein aur khade ho gaye, shareer garam ho raha tha.
Ab raat aur gehri ho chuki thi… lekin ye khel khatam hone ka naam nahi le raha tha.
Subah der se utha – Wednesday ki subah thi,shareer mein aag lagi hui thi raat ke scene se. Bed se utha, fresh hua aur hall mein aaya. Kitchen se khane ki khushboo aa rahi thi – garam parathe aur sabzi ki, chai ki mithi si smell .
Saba kitchen mein thi – black salwar suit pehna hua, tight kameez mein uske curves perfectly dikhai de rahe the, dupatta shoulder pe latka hua, baal khule hue. Wo gas pe parathe sek rahi thi, bend hote hi uski gaand salwar mein gol gol hil rahi thi. Hall mein sofa pe Ayesha baithi thi – pink kurti aur white leggings mein, kurti thodi short, leggings tight se uski slim jaanghein aur choti si gaand outline ho rahi thi. Wo mobile chala rahi thi, baal khule hue, chehra fresh lekin thoda laal.
Mujhe dekhte hi Ayesha ki nazrein neeche ho gayi – gaal turant laal ho gaye, jaise sharam se ya raat ki yaad se. Wo mobile pe focus karne lagi, lekin haath thode kaanp rahe the.
Andar se janwar bol pada: *Saali randi… raat ko mera maal muh mein liya… natak karti hui chusa… ab sharma rahi hai… kutiya… uncle ke virya se geela chehra leke mere bed pe leti thi… harami… itni choti umar mein itni badi randi kaise ban gayi?*
Table pe Pramod uncle baithe the breakfast kar rahe the – plate mein parathe, sabzi, chai ka cup. Unka mota shareer kurte mein bhara hua, daadi saaf sutra, chehre pe wo hi seedhi muskan. Mujhe dekhte hi bole,
"Pramod: Aao beta breakfast karo… der ho gayi uthne mein aaj."
Main table pe baitha, plate li. Uncle ne chai ka sip liya aur bola,
"Pramod: Beta, thoda kaam hai bahar ja raha hoon… Ayesha ko apne saath le ja raha hoon. Iska bhi man lag jayega, shopping ya ghumne, aur mera bhi kaam ho jayega."
Ye sunte hi mera dil zor se dhak kiya. Samajh gaya – kaam naam ka bahana hai, asli mein Ayesha ko le ja rahe hain chodne. Dimag mein flash aaya – raat ka scene, unka mota lund uski chut mein.
Bahar se normal hokar bola,
"Asad: Kyun nahi uncle… le jao na… achha rahega."
Lekin andar se awaaz aayi: *Saale harami… meri choti behen ko le ja rahe ho chodne… mota lund uski tight chut mein ghusaoge… wo aahe bharegi “uncle zor se”… aur main yahan baitha breakfast kar raha hoon… fuck… lund tight ho raha hai soch ke… ye galat hai… wo meri behen hai… lekin mazaa kyun aa raha hai?*
Ayesha ki taraf dekha – uska chehra sharam se laal ho gaya tha, nazrein plate mein, chai ka cup haath mein lekin pi nahi rahi. Wo jaanti thi sab.
Uncle ne plate saaf ki, uth khade hue aur Ayesha ko bola, "Chal beti… tayyar hai na?" Ayesha dheere se uthi, bag liya aur uncle ke peeche peeche darwaze ki taraf chal di. Unke nikalte hi ghar mein sannata chha gaya.
Main kitchen mein gaya – Saba gas band kar rahi thi. Peeche se jaake uski gaand masalne laga – salwar ke upar se zor se, ungliyan cheeks pe gol gol.
"Asad: Ye kahan gaye dono?"
Saba muskurate hue, peeche mud ke, meri taraf dekha – aankhon mein wo hi naughty chamak thi,
"Saba: Tumhe nahi maalum kahan gaye? Uncle ka “kaam”… aur teri behen ka man bahalne ka bahana…"
Usne mera haath apni gaand pe aur dabaya, hans rahi thi. Maine usey kiss kiya – zor se, jeebh andar daal ke. Phir nikal gaya ghar se.
Car mein baitha, colony se bahar nikla. Door se dekha – uncle aur Ayesha bus stop pe khade dikhe, bus aayi aur dono chadh gaye. Maine car bus ke peeche peeche lagai – dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.
Dimag mein bas Ayesha ghum rahi thi: *Ye itni choti umar mein aise kaise ho gayi? 19 saal ki masoom ladki… … ab uncle ke neeche chud rahi hai… ajnabi ka lund chus rahi hai public mein… raaste mein meri ungli gaand mein le rahi hai… raat ko mera maal muh mein pi rahi hai… kaise bigdi itni jaldi? Pramod uncle ne bigaada… dheere dheere ab aadat ho gayi usey… mota lund ki… zor ke dhakkon ki… punishment ki… aur main… main usey aur bigaad raha hoon… uski chut chaat raha hoon… … fuck… wo meri sagi behen hai… lekin ab uska randipana dekh ke lund khada ho jaata hai… guilt feel hota hai… dil jal ta hai… lekin ruk nahi paata… ye addiction hai… ganda, dark addiction…*
Aadhe ghante baad bus ruki ek stop pe – uncle aur Ayesha utre, ek posh colony mein ghus gaye. Maine car paas park ki, paidal peeche peeche chala – dil zor se dhadak raha tha, paseena aa raha tha.
Thodi door jaake wo ek villa type bungalow mein ghus gaye – bada gate, garden, luxurious. Maine koshish ki – side wall se jump kar ke andar ghus gaya, chhup ke. Ground floor khali tha, lekin upar se tez music ki awaaz aa rahi thi – koi Bollywood item song, bass heavy.
Darte darte stairs chadha, upar corridor mein chhup ke room ki taraf gaya. Darwaza thoda khula tha – andar ka nazara dekh ke saansein ruk gayi.
Room mein dim lights, music tez chal raha tha. Sofa pe Pramod uncle baithe the – glass mein daaru, whiskey shayad, ice ki tinkling awaaz. Unke bagal mein unki hi umar ke do aur uncle – mota shareer, daadi wale, kurta pajama mein, glass haath mein.
Aur beech mein Ayesha – kurti utar di hui, sirf bra aur leggings mein, dance kar rahi thi music pe. Teeno uncle usey gher ke baithe the, haath badha ke kabhi uske boobs daba rahe the bra ke upar se, kabhi gaand masal rahe the leggings mein zor se. Ayesha hans rahi thi thodi sharma ke, lekin dance karti rahi – hips hilate hue, gaand matakte hue.
Uncle log hans rahe the, gaaliyan de rahe the,
"Ek uncle: Wah saali… kitni tight hai teri gaand… Pramod ne sahi raand paal rakhi hai…"
Pramod: "Haan yaar… ye meri favorite hai… chhoti umar mein itni bhookhi…"
Ayesha sharma ke hans rahi thi, lekin maze le rahi thi – unke haathon mein khud hi twist kar rahi thi.
Main chhup ke dekh raha tha – shareer mein current daud raha tha. Dimag mein toofan:
*Fuck… meri choti behen… teeno buddhe uncles ke beech… boobs dabwa rahi hai… gaand masalwa rahi hai… daaru party mein item girl ban gayi… ye kaise ho gaya? ye meri behen hai… lekin uska randipana dekh ke addiction ho gaya… ruk nahi pa raha… mazaa aa raha hai is gande scene mein… saali kutiya… chodti reh… main dekhunga… aur muth maarunga soch ke…*
Haath pant pe chala gaya khud hi, masalne laga dheere se. Music tez ho gaya andar, andar ka scene wild hota ja raha tha…
Darwaze ke chhote se gap se andar ka nazara dekh kar mera shareer bilkul akad gaya. Kamre mein dim red light jal rahi thi, whiskey ki tez mahak, kadwi khushboo poore mahol mein faili hui thi – alcohol ki garmahat, mardon ke paseene ki namkeen smell, aur uske upar ek gandi, garam lust ki mehak. Music tez baj raha tha, heavy bass dil ki dhadkan ke saath tal mel kha rahi thi, har beat pe andar ka toofan aur tez ho raha tha.
Sofa pe Pramod uncle baithe the, glass haath mein, ice cubes ki halki tinkling awaaz aa rahi thi har sip mein. Unke bagal mein unki hi umar ke do aur uncle – ek bahut mota, pet latka hua, daadi safed, dusra patla lekin mazboot shareer wala, aankhon mein aggressive chamak. Dono ne kurta-pajama utar phenka tha, sirf underwear mein the, lekin lund bahar nikaale hue – mota, kaala, nasen ubhari hui, topa geela chamak raha tha.
Aur teeno ke beech mein meri choti Ayesha – bilkul nangi ab. Kurti, leggings, bra, panty sab utar chuke the. Uski gori chamdi red light mein laal chamak rahi thi, chote chote boobs uchhal rahe the har harkat pe, nipples khade aur laal, jaise pehle hi maar maar ke laal kar diye hon. Uski slim kamar pe ungliyon ke nishaan saaf dikh rahe the, gaand pe haathon ke laal daag.
Pramod uncle ne pehle uske lambi baal pakde – zor se, mutthi mein lapet ke sir peeche khincha. Ayesha ka muh khul gaya halka sa, siski nikal gayi – "Ahh…" Uncle ne uske naram hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye, zor se kiss kiya – daant se lower lip kaat te hue, jeebh andar ghusa ke poora muh choosne lage. Ayesha ki saansein tez ho gayi, uske muh se halki si aahe nikal rahi thi kiss mein dab ke.
Saath hi dusra mota uncle peeche se aa gaya – usne Ayesha ki gaand ke dono cheeks haathon mein pakde, zor se masalne laga – ungliyan skin mein ghusate hue, jaise aata gundh raha ho. Phir ek haath neeche sarka ke chut pe pahuncha – ungliyan lips alag kar ke andar ghusa di zor se, andar bahar karne laga. Ayesha ka shareer kaanp gaya, uski tangen fail gayi automatically, chut se paani tapakne laga uncle ki ungliyon pe.
Teesra patla uncle boobs pe tut pada – dono boobs haathon mein pakde zor se dabaye, jaise nimbu nichod raha ho. Nipples ko ungliyon se pakad ke twist kiya – zor se, left-right, upar neeche. Ayesha ki cheekh nikal gayi – "Ahh… dard ho raha hai uncle… ahh…" lekin uski awaaz mein dard ke saath mazaa bhi tha, uska shareer unke haathon mein pighal raha tha, gaand peeche kar rahi thi, boobs aage thop rahi thi.
Pramod uncle ne kiss toda, uske gaal pe zor ka thappad maara – jhannatedar awaaz gunji music mein, Ayesha ka chehra side ho gaya, gaal laal ho gaya turant. Uncle hans pada, awaaz mein bedardi tha unke.
"Pramod: Saali kutiya… dard pasand hai na tujhe? Bol… kitni badi randi ban gayi hai tu… teeno uncles ke saath aaj ragad ke chodenge tujhe…"
Ayesha ki aankhon mein paani aa gaya, lekin usne sirf dheere se bola, awaaz kaanpti hui lekin garam,
"Ayesha: Haan uncle… ragad do mujhe… zor se… ahh…"
Uncle ne usey sofa pe dhakel diya – peeth ke bal. Tangen faila di zor se, ghutne pakad ke upar uthaye. Uski chut poori khul gayi – laal, geeli, lips sooji hui, paani beh raha tha. Pramod uncle ne apna mota kaala lund pakda – topa geela thook se – chut pe ragda dheere dheere, lips alag kar ke andar ghusaane ki taiyari. Phir ek zor ka dhakka – poora lund ek hi baar mein andar, root tak.
Ayesha ki zor ki cheekh nikal gayi – "Ahhhh… uncle… phat gayi… mota hai bahut… dheere… ahh fuck!" Uska shareer upar uth gaya, haath sofa pe jakad liye, tangen kaanp rahi thi.
Lekin uncle nahi ruke – zor zor se dhakke marne lage, thap thap thap ki awaaz tez gunjne lagi. Unka mota pet Ayesha ki jaanghon se takra raha tha har dhakke pe, paseena tapak raha tha uski gori skin pe, geela kar raha tha. Uncle ke haath uski kamar pe, zor se pakde hue, ungliyan skin mein ghus rahi thi.
Dusra mota uncle muh ke paas aa gaya – apna lund muh mein ghusa diya zor se, gale tak. Ayesha ki glug glug awaaz shuru ho gayi, laar tapak rahi thi chin pe, aankhon se paani beh raha tha. Wo chus rahi thi bedardi se – muh upar neeche, jeebh se supare pe gol gol.
Teesra uncle boobs pe – nipples ko daanton se kaat raha tha zor se, ek ke baad dusra, laal nishaan pad rahe the. Saath hi gaal pe thappad pe thappad – left right, Ayesha ka chehra laal ho gaya, lekin uski aawaaz tez ho rahi thi chut ke dhakkon se.
Pramod uncle dhakke aur tez kar rahe the – bed hil raha tha, Ayesha ka shareer har dhakke pe aage peeche. Uncle gaaliyan de rahe the,
"Pramod: Le saali madarchod… teri tight chut phaad raha hoon… kitni geeli hai tu… teeno ka lund legi aaj… kutiya ban ke… awaaz kar zor se!"
Ayesha ki awaaz dab rahi thi muh ke lund se, lekin chut se nikal rahi thi – "Ahh… haan uncle… zor se… phaad do… ahh dard achha lag raha hai… aur do…"
Position badli dono ne– Ayesha ko ghodi banaya, gaand upar. Pramod uncle gaand mein ghusa diya – dheere nahi, zor ka dhakka, Ayesha ki cheekh nikal gyi – "Ahh… gaand phat gayi… uncle dheere… ahh lekin mat rukna!" Uncle zor zor se thokne lage gaand mein, mota lund andar bahar, ched laal ho raha tha.
Dusra muh mein, teesra neeche chut mein ungliyan ghusa ke ragadne laga tez tez.
Teeno usey ragad rahe the – bedardi se, jaise rag doll ho, lekin Ayesha maze mein aahein bhar rahi thi, gaand peeche kar rahi thi, muh me andar tak le rahi thi.
Main bahar chhup ke dekh raha tha – saansein tez, paseena beh raha tha, haath pant mein lund hilate hue zor zor se.
Andar ka janwar pagal ban gaya:
*Yaar… meri choti behen… teeno gande buddhe usey ragad ke chod rahe hain… mota lund gaand phaada raha hai… muh mein dusra gale tak… boobs kaat rahe hain… thappad maar rahe hain… wo ro rahi hai dard se… lekin moan kar rahi hai “zor se”… saali kitni badi randi ban gayi… itni choti umar mein teeno se ragdi ja rahi hai… dil jal raha hai… gussa aa raha hai itna ki andar ghus ke sabko thok dun… ye meri behen hai… sagi… masoom thi… ab teeno ki property ban gayi… lekin fuck… lund mere haath mein phat raha hai… garam ho raha hoon dekh ke… uski cheekhein sun ke… uska shareer laal nishaan se bhar gaya… mazaa aa raha hai is gande domination mein… guilt mar raha hai andar… main kyun enjoy kar raha hoon? Kyun ruk nahi pa raha? Ye addiction hai… uske dard aur submission dekh ke… saali kutiya… ragdo usey… phaado… main dekhunga… aur jhadunga…*
Ab mera control khatam hone wala tha…
