Part - 37
Manik, Aastha ki is kaamuk challenge ko sunte hi ekdum garam ho utha. Woh turant kursi se utha aur Aastha ke saamne ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Aastha abhi bhi apna bathrobe pehne kursi par baithi thi, uske chehre par ek jeet wali, bahut hi seductive muskaan thi.
**Manik** (aankhon mein gehri chahat ke saath):
“Mere scientist hone ka fayda yeh hai ki main jaanta hoon ‘target’ kahaan hai. Main yeh ‘inaam’ dhoondh lunga… aur haan, sirf muh ka istemaal karunga.”
Manik ne dheere se Aastha ke bathrobe ki dori khol di. Aastha ne bina kisi jhijhak ke apna bathrobe thoda sa khola, jisse uske boobs ka upper hissa Manik ke saamne aa gaya – creamy, soft aur halke se laal.
Sabse pehle Manik ne apne honthon se Aastha ke seene ko pyaar se chuma. Usne dhyan se har inch check kiya – kahin jam ya croissant ka tukda to nahi pada. Phir uski jeebh Aastha ke ubhar par ghoomne lagi – dheere-dheere, geeli aur garam. Aastha ek gehri, excited saans le rahi thi, uske nipples already hard ho chuke the.
**Aastha** (Manik ke baalon ko sehlate hue, halki awaaz mein):
“Kya mil gaya? Mera croissant?”
**Manik** (uski skin par fuskurate hue):
“Abhi nahi… par yeh talaash bahut meethi hai.”
Manik dheere-dheere neeche ki taraf badha – pet par, navel ke aas-paas, phir jaanghon ki taraf. Har kiss, har chaat mein woh Aastha ke body ko ek naya current de raha tha. Aastha ke haath uske sar par aur zor se jakad gaye.
Jab Manik ki saans Aastha ke bilkul intimate area ke paas pahunchi, to Aastha ka poora badan kaanp utha.
**Aastha** (tez saans lete hue):
“Mujhe lagta hai… tum apne target ke bahut kareeb ho, Manik.”
Manik ne bathrobe ko poora upar dhakel diya. Aur wahan tha – strawberry jam se saja hua ek chhota croissant ka tukda, bilkul Aastha ki chut ke bahar wale hisse par rakha hua. Laal jam aur uski geeli, pink skin ka contrast dekhkar Manik ka muh pani bhar aaya.
Usne bina ek second waste kiye, apni jeebh se us tukde ko chaatna shuru kar diya. Jam ki meethas aur Aastha ki garam, namkeen taste ka mix Aastha ko pagal kar raha tha. Woh sirf croissant nahi kha raha tha – woh Aastha ki clit ko bhi saath mein chum, chaat aur halke se suck kar raha tha.
**Aastha** (kamar modte hue, dabi hui cheekh ke saath):
“Uffff! Manik! Tum… ab hadd paar kar rahe ho!”
Manik muskuraya aur poora tukda muh mein daal kar kha liya. Phir usne aankhen utha kar Aastha ko dekha – uske honth chamak rahe the, jam aur Aastha ke ras se.
**Manik** (tripti se):
“Mujhe mera inaam mil gaya. Aur yeh sabse meetha breakfast tha jo maine kabhi kiya.”
Aastha ab poori tarah se out of control ho chuki thi. Usne turant Manik ko upar khinch liya aur uske honthon par ek wild, gehra kiss kar diya – apna taste, jam aur croissant sab mix ho gaya.
**Aastha** (tez awaaz mein):
“Ab mera intezaar khatam! Ab tumhara inaam… main hoon!”
Usne Manik ko peeche dhakka diya aur dono zameen par bichhe thick carpet par gir pade. Bathrobe idhar-udhar gir gaye. Ab dono bilkul nange the – sirf ek-doosre ki garmi aur pasina.
Aastha ne bina time waste kiye Manik ko apne upar kheench liya. Usne Manik ke lund ko pakda, thoda adjust kiya aur khud hi usko apne andar le liya – ek hi jhatke mein poora andar tak.
Dono ek saath zor se moan kar uthhe.
Yahan koi slow romance nahi tha – sirf wild, urgent, animal jaisa sex. Carpet ki roughness unki skin ko ragad rahi thi, par woh dard bhi maza de raha tha.
Manik ne turant speed pakad li – zor-zor se, gehre dhakke. Aastha ki aankhen band, muh khula, awaazein nikal rahi thi.
**Manik** (Aastha ke kaan mein fuskurate hue):
“Tum… meri sabse achhi challenge ho…”
**Aastha** (kamar uthate hue, zor se):
“Aur tum… mere sabse achhe winner ho! Manik, aur tez! Is meethe inaam ko poora kar do!”
Aastha ne apne nails se Manik ki peeth par laal lines bana di. Unka rhythm ek jangli taal ban gaya – thap-thap ki awaaz, pasine ki boo, saanson ki garmi – sab mix ho gaya.
Kuch hi minute mein dono ke badan kaanpne lage.
**Aastha** (aakhri cheekh ke saath):
“Aaaahhh! Manik!!”
Usne zor se clamp kiya, orgasm ne usko hila diya. Saath hi Manik bhi ruk nahi paya – ek final gehra dhakka maara aur apni saari energy Aastha ke andar chhod di, garam-garam spurts ke saath.
Dono carpet par hi gir pade – paseene se bheega, saans phooli hui, par chehre par poori satisfaction.
Woh wahi pade rahe – nange, chipchipa, ek-doosre mein ghule hue. Breakfast table abhi bhi paas thi, croissant ke tukde idhar-udhar bikhre hue the. Par ab unke honthon par na sirf jam ki meethas thi – balki ek-doosre ki wild, bekaabu lust thi.
Yeh subah unke rishte ki saari seemaen tod chuki thi – aur ek nayi, aur bhi gehri intimacy shuru kar chuki thi.
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Us taraf bedroom mein Manik aur Aastha ek-doosre mein kho chuke the – zor-zor ke dhakke, cheekhein, pasina, aur woh thap-thap ki awaaz jo corridor tak aa rahi thi.
Idhar, Pari apne kamre mein akeli leti hui thi. Lights band, sirf corridor se aati halki si roshni uske bed par pad rahi thi. Usne blanket khinch li thi, par neend nahi aa rahi thi. Kaano mein woh awaazein ghoom rahi thi – Aastha ki dabi hui siskiyaan, Manik ka gehra saans lena, bed ke spring ka chhoti-chhoti cheekh… sab kuch sunai de raha tha.
Pari ne pehle pillow se kaan daba liye. Par phir bhi awaaz andar tak ghus rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein khayal aane lage – bhai kya kar raha hoga? Aastha ko kaise pakda hoga? Kaise uske upar chadh kar… andar tak…?
Ek pal ke liye usne aankhen band kar li. Imagine karne lagi – Manik ka nanga badan, paseene se chamakta hua, Aastha ki kamar pakde hue, zor-zor se dhakke maarte hue. Aastha ke boobs uchal rahe honge, uski cheekhein nikal rahi hongi… “Manik… aur tez…!”
Pari ka saans tez ho gaya. Uske haath apne aap blanket ke andar sarak gaye. Pehle to sirf pet par rakhe, phir dheere se neeche… jaanghon ke beech.
Jab ungliyan uski panty ke upar pahunchi, tab use ehsaas hua ki woh already geeli ho chuki hai. Bahut zyada.
**Pari** (dil hi dil mein, sharm se):
“Arre… yeh kya kar rahi hoon main? Yeh to mera bhai hai…”
Par haath ruk nahi raha tha. Uski ungliyan panty ke upar hi halke se ragadne lagi – bilkul wahi jagah jahan se current sa daud raha tha. Soch rahi thi – agar Manik usko aise pakadta… agar woh uske upar hota… agar woh andar tak…
Ek chhoti si siskari nikal gayi uske muh se. Usne jaldi se muh pillow se daba liya.
Sharm se uska chehra laal ho gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne socha – “Bas… ab ruk ja… yeh galat hai…”
Par awaazein abhi bhi sunai de rahi thi – Aastha ki aakhri cheekh, Manik ka gehra moan… aur phir thodi der ke liye sannata.
Pari ne ungliyan thodi aur andar sarakayi – panty ke andar, seedhe uski geeli chut par. Ek halka sa touch… aur uska poora badan kaanp utha.
**Pari** (bilkul dheemi awaaz mein, khud se):
“Bhai… tu itna wild kaise ho gaya…?”
Usne aankhen band kar li aur imagine karna shuru kar diya – Manik uske kamre mein aata hai… usko bed par dhakel deta hai… uski taangein failata hai… aur phir…
Uske haath ki harkat tez ho gayi. Chhoti-chhoti saansein. Sharm aur excitement dono ek saath badh rahe the.
Par tabhi – corridor se footsteps aaye. Koi darwaza band hone ki awaaz hui. Use pata tha ye uski anu didi hai.
Pari ekdum se haath nikaal kar blanket mein chhup gayi. Dil zor-zor dhadak raha tha. Chehra garam, saans phooli hui.
Woh soch rahi thi – “Kya main pagal ho gayi hoon? Yeh to galat hai… bilkul galat…”
Par andar se ek chhoti si awaaz aa rahi thi – “Par itna maza… kabhi pehle nahi aaya…”
Woh palat kar let gayi, pillow ko jakad liya. Neend to door ki baat thi – ab sirf woh khayal uske dimaag mein ghoom rahe the… aur uski body abhi bhi garam thi, bechain thi.
