Bhag 41: Party Ka Jalwa – Jasmine Ki Aag Aur Kusum Ki Hairaani
Ghar ka hall ab ek poora sex arena ban chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi – blue, red, purple – jaise koi underground club ho. Music ka beat dheema tha, lekin har thap se dil ki dhadkan tez ho jaati thi. Sofa pe, chairs pe, zameen pe – 15-20 mehman baithe the, sab ke glass mein whiskey, wine, ya vodka. Hawa mein cigarette ki dhuan aur ladkiyon ki perfume ki mehak mili hui thi. Mini skirt wali topless ladkiyan – unki choochiyan bilkul nangi, nipples pe chhote se silver rings chamak rahe the, skirt itni chhoti ki gaand ke neeche se bhi nanga dikhai de raha tha. Aur skirt ke neeche kuch nahi – bilkul nangi chut, geeli aur tayyar, jaise invite kar rahi ho.
Party ka rule saaf tha – koi bhi mehman ladkiyon ke mummay daba sakta tha, skirt upar karke chut ko haath laga sakta tha, ungli andar daal sakta tha, ya clit ko ragad sakta tha. Badle mein woh 500-1000 rupees tip de dete. Koi ladki ko sofa ke peeche le ja kar skirt upar karke peeche se pel deta. Koi table par lita kar tedha kar deta – gaand mein lund daal kar. Koi sirf choochiyon ko masalta rehta, nipples ko pinch karta, aur ladki moan kar rahi hoti – “Haan sir… aur dabao… paise de do na…”
Ek mehman – mota, 50 saal ka aadmi – ek ladki ko god mein baitha rakha tha. Usne skirt upar ki, chut par ungli andar-bahar kar raha tha. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Aahh sir… aur andar… meri chut geeli ho rahi hai… tip do na 500 ka…” Mehman ne 1000 ka note diya aur uski choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya.
Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the. Ek uski chut mein ungli daal raha tha, dusra muh mein lund. Ladki moan kar rahi thi – “Umm… haan… dono taraf se… aaj poora maza lo sirs…” Woh tip ke liye kuchh bhi kar rahi thi.
Raunak hall ke centre mein bade sofa pe baitha tha. Uske dono taraf do ladkiyan god mein baithi thi – ek uske lund ko pant ke upar se sehla rahi thi, dusri uske kaan mein fusi-fusi kar rahi thi, “Sir… aapka lund kitna hard ho gaya… mujhe chod doge na aaj?” Raunak hans raha tha, ek haath ek ladki ki choochiyon pe, dusre haath mein whiskey ka glass. Uske chehre par woh shaitani muskaan thi – jaise rajah ho, aur yeh uska darbaar.
Tabhi Raunak ne zor se awaaz lagayi, hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kusum jaan… idhar aana toh…! Kitni der laga rahi hai tu? Party mein aa ja… sab wait kar rahe hain!”
Kusum kitchen mein khadi thi, haathon mein ek fresh tray – ice cubes, lemon slices, aur kuchh snacks. Usne awaaz suni toh uska dil zor se dhadak gaya. Uski ungliyan tharthara rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi – hall mein party chal rahi thi, lekin usko wahan jaane ka adhikaar nahi tha. Raunak ne subah hi strict keh diya tha – “Aaj raat tu kitchen mein rehna. Party mein mat aana. Yeh log tere liye nahi hain… business ke liye hain.”
Lekin ab awaaz lagi thi. Kusum ka badan kaanp utha. Woh jaanti thi – agar nahi gayi toh baad mein maar padegi. Usne dupatta theek kiya, saans sambhali, aur dheere se hall ki taraf badhi. Har kadam ke saath uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Jaise hi woh hall mein ghusi – uska chehra safed pad gaya. Woh hairaan reh gayi. Saans ruk gayi.
Mini skirt wali ladkiyan – topless, choochiyan nangi, nipples pe rings chamak rahe the. Ek mehman ek ladki ki skirt upar karke uski chut mein ungli andar-bahar kar raha tha – ladki tadap rahi thi, “Aahh sir… aur gehra… meri chut geeli kar do… tip do na 500 ka…” Mehman ne 1000 ka note diya aur ladki ko table par litaya, skirt upar karke peeche se lund daal diya – “Le randi… mera lund teri chut mein… zor se le…”
Dusre taraf ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha rakha tha, uski choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya tha, aur dusre haath se skirt ke andar chut ragad raha tha. Ladki moan kar rahi thi – “Haan sir… choochiyan chuso… chut mein ungli daalo… aaj poora maza lo…” Mehman ne ladki ko uthaya aur peeche le gaya – tedha kar ke gaand mein pelne laga.
Teesre mehman ne ek ladki ko zameen par ghutno ke bal khada kiya tha – muh mein lund, peeche se dusra mehman chut mein. Ladki dono taraf se li ja rahi thi – “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… paise do na… meri chut aur muh aapke liye…”
Kusum ka muh khul gaya. Uski aankhen fail gayi. Woh hil nahi pa rahi thi. Yeh kya ho raha tha? Yeh ghar tha ya koi red light area? Woh Raunak ki taraf dekhi – woh sofa pe baitha, dono taraf ladkiyan, ek ladki uske lund ko pant ke upar se sehla rahi thi, dusri uske gale mein kiss kar rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha – “Haan bhai… aaj poora maza lo… in ladkiyon ko jitna chahe chod do… tip de do, woh khush ho jayengi…”
Kusum ki saans ruk gayi. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh… yeh sab kya hai? Raunak ji… aapne yeh party kaise arrange ki? Yeh ladkiyan… topless… nangi… aur mehman unko chhod rahe hain jaise koi maal ho? Aur main… main yahan kyun aayi? Yeh mera ghar hai… par yeh… yeh narak lag raha hai.”
Raunak ne usko dekha aur muskuraya – woh meethi, khatarnak muskaan.
“Kusum jaan… aa na idhar… sab dekh rahi hai kya? Yeh party tere liye hi toh hai. Aaj business deal pakki ho jayegi. Tu bas muskurati reh… aur agar koi tere haath lagaye… toh mana mat karna. Yeh sab tere liye hi toh hai – meri rani ke liye.”
Kusum ka badan kaanp utha. Uski aankhen bhar aayi. Woh dheere se aage badhi, sofa ke paas pahunchi. Raunak ne usko khincha aur god mein bitha liya. Usne Kusum ki kamar par haath rakha, halke se dabaya.
“Jaan… dekh yeh sab… kitna maza hai na? Yeh ladkiyan serve kar rahi hain… mehman khush hain… aur deal pakki ho jayegi. Tu meri biwi hai… in sab se upar. Bas aaj thoda sa… khatirdari kar le. Muskurati reh… haath lagane do… baaki main sambhal lunga.”
Kusum ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Woh hall ko dekhti rahi – ek mehman ek ladki ki skirt upar karke uski chut mein lund daal raha tha, ladki tadap rahi thi, “Haan sir… zor se… meri chut phaad do… tip do na…” Dusra mehman ek ladki ko table par lita kar tedha kar raha tha – gaand mein lund, ladki cheekh rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai… par maza aa raha hai sir… aur andar…”
Kusum ki aankhen band ho gayi. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath? Main Raunak ji ki biwi hoon… par yeh party… yeh sab… main yahan kyun hoon? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta.”
Raunak ne uske kaan mein fusa-fusa kar kaha,
“Jaan… dekh, woh mehman kitne khush hain. Tu bas muskurati reh… agar koi tere mummay dabaye… toh has de. Yeh business hai… aur tu meri sabse badi asset hai.”
Tabhi darwaza khula. Ek ladki andar aayi – lambi, slim, 22-23 saal ki. Usne tight red dress pehni thi, baal khule, makeup bold. Uske saath ek ladka – handsome, 25 saal ka, black shirt mein. Ladki ne hall ko dekha, muskurayi, aur seedha Raunak ki taraf badhi. Sabki nazar us par thi.
Ladki ne Raunak ke paas pahunch kar, unke god mein baithi ladkiyon ko dekha aur zor se boli,
“Tum dono bhago yahan se! Yeh mera chachu hai… main apne chachu ka lund chusungi! Abhi jaao!”
Dono ladkiyan hairaan reh gayi. Ek ne kaha,
“Madam… yeh party hai… Raunak sir ne bulaya hai…”
Ladki ne zor se kaha,
“Bhago! Yeh mera haq hai… chachu ka lund sirf main chusungi!”
Raunak hans pada. Woh ladki ko dekha aur bole,
“Jasmine beta… tu aa gayi? Yeh teri jagah hai… aa ja.”
Kusum hairaan hokar dekhti reh gayi. Yeh ladki… Jasmine? Raunak ke bade bhai ki beti? Woh apne boyfriend ke saath aayi thi. Kusum ko yaad aaya – Raunak ke bade bhai ki shaadi hui thi, ek beti thi, Jasmine. Par woh kabhi ghar nahi aayi thi. Ab yahan… aise bold… chachu ke lund ke liye?
Jasmine ne god mein baithi ladkiyon ko dhakka diya. Ladkiyan utar gayi, tip le kar chali gayi. Jasmine Raunak ke god mein baith gayi – usne apne haath Raunak ki pant par rakhe aur zipper khol diya. Raunak ka lund bahar nikal aaya – mota, sakht, precum se chamak raha. Jasmine ne usko haath mein pakda aur bina jhijhak muh mein le liya. Woh zor-zor se chusne lagi – “Slurp… ummm… chachu… aapka lund kitna tasty hai… main aapko miss kar rahi thi…”
Raunak hans raha tha, uske baalon ko sahla raha tha.
“Jasmine beta… tu aa gayi… aur itni jaldi… haan chus… chachu ka lund chus meri pyari bhatiji…”
Kusum dekhti reh gayi. Uska muh khula tha. “Yeh… yeh kya ho raha hai? Raunak ji ki bhatiji… chachu ka lund chus rahi hai? Party mein… sab ke saamne? Aur Raunak ji… has rahe hain? Yeh family mein kya chal raha hai?”
Boyfriend Pratham – Jasmine ka boyfriend – muskurata hua khada tha. Usne ek ladki ko pakda aur usko god mein baitha liya. Ladki ne skirt upar ki aur Pratham ke lund par baith gayi – upar-neeche hone lagi. Pratham hans raha tha, “Jasmine… tu apne chachu ko enjoy kar… main yahan maza leta hoon.”
Hall mein sab hans rahe the. Mehman bol rahe the,
“Wah Raunak bhai… teri bhatiji kitni bold hai… chachu ka lund muh mein le li seedha!”
Raunak ne Jasmine ke muh mein dhakka diya.
“Haan bhai… meri bhatiji hai… woh jaise chahe kare… haan Jasmine… aur gehra le… chachu ka maal gale tak le le…”
Jasmine zor-zor se chus rahi thi, jeebh se top ko chat rahi thi. “Umm… chachu… aapka lund kitna mota hai… main aapki bhatiji hoon… aap mujhe chod doge na aaj?”
Kusum ki saans ruk gayi. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh ho kya raha hai? Raunak ji ki bhatiji… chachu ke saath… incest? Aur sab has rahe hain? Yeh party nahi… yeh koi gandi duniya hai! Main yahan kyun hoon? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta.”
Tabhi ek bada sa siren baja – hall mein goonj gaya. Sab ruk gaye. Music band ho gaya. Raunak khada hua, Jasmine abhi bhi uske lund ko haath mein pakde hue thi. Raunak ne zor se awaaz lagayi, hall mein sannata chha gaya.
Raunak: “Dost log… ab time aa gaya hai ke sab log apne kapde utaaro! Yeh party ab shuru ho rahi hai – poora nanga maza! Jo bhi ladka ladki ko pasand kare, le lo… chod lo… gaand maar lo… sab allowed hai! Tip de do… aur maza lo! Aur ladkiyan… jitna chahe le lo… lund chuso, chut mein lo, gaand mein lo… sab ka maza!”
Sab hans pade. Mehman apne kapde utaarne lage – shirt, pant, underwear – sab neeche. Ladkiyan bhi skirt utaar di – bilkul nangi ho gayi. Hall mein nange badan har taraf – lund khade, chut geeli, choochiyan nangi.
Jasmine – Raunak ki bhatiji – bhi uthi. Usne apni dress utari – bilkul nangi ho gayi. Uska boyfriend Pratham bhi nanga ho gaya. Pratham ko ek ladki mil gayi – woh usko god mein bitha liya aur zor-zor se pelne laga. Ladki cheekh rahi thi, “Haan sir… aapka lund mota hai… meri chut phaad do…”
Jasmine Raunak ke paas aayi, uske lund par baith gayi – seedha andar le liya. Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi. “Chachu… aapka lund meri chut mein… haan… zor se… main aapki bhatiji hoon… aap mujhe chod do…”
Raunak hans raha tha, uski kamar pakad kar dhakke de raha tha. “Haan Jasmine beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… poora andar le…”
Hall mein sab nange the – chudai shuru ho gayi. Ek mehman ek ladki ko zameen par lita kar chut mein pel raha tha. Dusra ek ladki ko doggy mein gaand maar raha tha. Teesra do ladkiyon ke saath – ek muh mein, ek chut mein. Siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaazein – sab goonj rahi thi.
Kusum dekhti reh gayi. Uska badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh… yeh kya ho raha hai? Sab nange… chudai… Raunak ji ki bhatiji… chachu ke lund par baith kar… yeh family mein kaisa rishta hai? Aur main… main yahan khadi hoon… jaise koi deewar?”
Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”
Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Usne peeche mudkar dekha…
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