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Room mein AC ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi, lekin Vishal ka badan garam ho raha tha jaise bhatti mein ho. Uska haath abhi bhi Bhumika ki inner thigh pe tha, tel se chipchipa, aur ungliyan galti se chut ke kali lips pe touch kar chuki thi. Bhumika ki chut bilkul geeli ho chuki thi – waxing ke baad smooth, ras se chamak rahi thi. Usne dheere se apna pair aur faila diya, gown poora upar sarak gaya waist tak. Ab Vishal ko sab saaf dikh raha tha – DSP madam ki dark, moti chut, lips fat-fat, clit phoola hua jaise invitation de raha ho.
Bhumika ki aankhen adh khuli thi, woh Vishal ko dekh rahi thi shaitani smile ke saath. “Beta… dard yahan bhi hai… thoda upar malish kar do na… please…” Usne apna haath Vishal ke haath pe rakh diya aur dheere se guide kiya – seedhe chut ke lips pe.
Vishal ka dil zor se dhadka. Uska lund pajame mein poora khada tha, dard kar raha tha, lekin dimag mein gf ka chehra ghoom raha tha – uski girlfriend, jo school mein uske saath haath pakad ke baithi thi, uski pehli kiss, uska promise ki woh sirf uska hai. “A-aunty… ye… ye galat hai… main… main nisha se pyar karta hoon…” Vishal ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, usne haath peeche khinchne ki koshish ki.
Bhumika ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye gussa chamka, lekin woh muskurayi – tharki, wild smile. Usne Vishal ka haath zor se pakda aur apni chut pe daba diya. “Arre beta… galat kya? Aunty ko sirf thoda aaram cahiye hai… tu toh mera beta jaise hai na? Scholarship, certificate, teri padhai ka kharcha – sab main hi toh kar rahi hoon. Bas thodi si malish… gf ko kya pata chalega? Tu usse pyar karta hai toh aur achha, uske liye kuch ban na padega na life mein? Aunty tujhe sikha rahi hai…”
Vishal ka chehra laal ho gaya, sharam aur dar se. Uski family ki majboori , maa ki tension, scholarship jo sirf Bhumika madam hi de sakti thi. Uska haath ruk gaya chut pe, lekin Bhumika ne uski ungli ko apne lips ke beech mein ghusa diya – dheere se, ras se bhari hui chut mein.
“Aaaahhhh… haan beta… aise hi… finger andar daal… aunty ki boor ko araam de…” Bhumika ki moan room mein gunj gayi, payal chhan-chhan kar rahi thi jaise uski gaand hil rahi ho.
Vishal ko ghinn aa rahi thi, lekin majboori mein usne ungli andar-bahar karna shuru kiya. Chut garam thi, chipchipi, ras se bhari – jaise poora saal se lund nahi mila ho. “Aunty… please… main… main ye nahi kar sakta…” woh rote hue bola.
Bhumika ne uske baal pakde dheere se, uska chehra apni chut ke paas laayi. “Shhh beta… gf ko chod na abhi. Soch, agar tu aunty ko khush nahi rakhega toh certificate nahi milega, padhai ruk jayegi, teri family ko kaun dekhega? Bas thoda sa kaam… aunty ki chut ko chat le… taste kar… bohot din se koi jawan ladka nahi chata isko…”
Vishal ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Nisha ka chehra yaad aa raha tha – uski masoom smile, uske soft lips jo usne sirf kiss kiye the abhi tak. Lekin Bhumika ne uska sar zor se dabaya apni chut pe. Vishal ki naak chut ke ras se bheeg gayi, muh lips pe lag gaya.
“Chat na saale… aunty ki chut ko pyar se chat! Teri girlfriend ki tarah tight nahi hai ye, thodi loose boor hai, lekin ras bohot hai… pi le!” Bhumika ki awaaz mein gussa aur kaamukta dono the. Usne apni gaand utha ke Vishal ke muh pe ragadna shuru kiya.
Vishal ko saans nahi aa rahi thi, lekin majboori mein usne jeebh nikali aur chut ke darar pe lagayi. Taste salty tha, thoda sa ganda, umar ki wajah se smell strong – lekin goli ka asar tha ki uska lund ab bhi khada tha. “Mmm… sorry nisha…” woh andar se ro raha tha, lekin jeebh andar-bahar karne laga.
Bhumika pagal ho gayi. “Haan harami… aise hi… clit pe suck kar! Zor se… aaaahhhh fuck… kitne saal baad kisi kuwara ladke ki jeebh mili hai!” Usne apne nipples gown ke upar se masalne shuru kiye, mangalsutra hil raha tha, BP pendant boobs ke beech mein bounce kar raha tha.
Vishal chat raha tha – dheere dheere, majboori mein, lekin Bhumika ke moans se uska bhi excitement badh raha tha. Chut ka ras uske muh mein ja raha tha, chin pe gir raha tha. Woh clit pe jeebh ghuma raha tha, lips ko suck kar raha tha. Nisha ko yaad kar ke guilt bohot tha – woh soch raha tha ki nisha ko kabhi aise nahi chhua, lekin yahan ek 55 saal ki aurat ki chut chat raha tha.
Bhumika ne uske baal khinche, “Abe madarchod… zor se chat! Teri nisha ki chut toh tight hogi na? Pink pink? Lekin aunty ki kali boor ko chat ke dekh… kitna ras nikal raha hai!” Woh hans padi, apni chut Vishal ke muh pe ragad rahi thi zor zor se.
Vishal cough karne laga, lekin ruk nahi saka. Uski jeebh andar tak ja rahi thi, chut ke andar ki walls ko taste kar raha tha. Bhumika ki body tight ho gayi, pair kaanpne lage, payal ki awaaz tez ho gayi.
“Aaaahhhh… jhad rahi hoon main… le saale… pi le aunty ka squirt! Teri girlfriend ke muh mein nahi daalta hoga na? Aaj DSP ki chut ka pani pi!” Bhumika ka jhadna shuru ho gaya – zor ka, garam ras Vishal ke muh mein, naak pe, aankhon pe. Woh poora bheeg gaya, muh bhara hua tha ras se. Usne thoda nigal liya majboori mein, baaki bahar gir gaya bed pe.
Bhumika haanf rahi thi, satisfied smile ke saath. Usne Vishal ka chehra upar uthaya, uske hoth pe kiss kiya – apne hi ras wala kiss. “Achha kiya beta… aunty bohot khush hai. Ab tu mera special hai… kal phir aana, aur kuch nayi cheezein sikhaungi.”
Vishal utha, muh ponch raha tha, aankhon mein aansu. Uska lund abhi bhi khada tha, lekin dil ro raha tha. “Aunty… please… meri gf ko kuch pta nhi chalna chahiye … aur ye… ye galat tha…”
Bhumika hans padi, apni chut se baaki ras ungli se saaf kiya aur Vishal ke muh mein thoos diya. “Chat clean kar… aur galat kya beta? Ye toh pyar hai… aunty tera khayal rakh rahi hai. Ja ab, ghar ja ke gf se mil le, lekin yaad rakh – certificate tabhi milega jab tu aunty ko khush rakhega. Samjha?”
Vishal sar jhuka ke chala gaya, guilty feel se bhara hua.uska abhi tk lund khada tha bus precum nikal rah tha. Car mein baith ke rota raha – nisha ko dhoka diya, apni majboori mein.
Car use ghr drop kr diya.Ghr phoch te hi bina kisise baat kiye sidha room lock kr ke bathroom m muth marke release krtaa h aur bed p so jata h.
Bhumika bed pe let gayi, apni chut pe haath pherte hue. “Ab tu mera ho gaya Vishal… teri gf ko bhool ja. Kal tera lund andar lungi… pehli chudai karwaungi kuwara lund se.”
Us raat woh khush thi use kuwara shikar jo mili thi.
Bhumika ki aankhen adh khuli thi, woh Vishal ko dekh rahi thi shaitani smile ke saath. “Beta… dard yahan bhi hai… thoda upar malish kar do na… please…” Usne apna haath Vishal ke haath pe rakh diya aur dheere se guide kiya – seedhe chut ke lips pe.
Vishal ka dil zor se dhadka. Uska lund pajame mein poora khada tha, dard kar raha tha, lekin dimag mein gf ka chehra ghoom raha tha – uski girlfriend, jo school mein uske saath haath pakad ke baithi thi, uski pehli kiss, uska promise ki woh sirf uska hai. “A-aunty… ye… ye galat hai… main… main nisha se pyar karta hoon…” Vishal ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, usne haath peeche khinchne ki koshish ki.
Bhumika ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye gussa chamka, lekin woh muskurayi – tharki, wild smile. Usne Vishal ka haath zor se pakda aur apni chut pe daba diya. “Arre beta… galat kya? Aunty ko sirf thoda aaram cahiye hai… tu toh mera beta jaise hai na? Scholarship, certificate, teri padhai ka kharcha – sab main hi toh kar rahi hoon. Bas thodi si malish… gf ko kya pata chalega? Tu usse pyar karta hai toh aur achha, uske liye kuch ban na padega na life mein? Aunty tujhe sikha rahi hai…”
Vishal ka chehra laal ho gaya, sharam aur dar se. Uski family ki majboori , maa ki tension, scholarship jo sirf Bhumika madam hi de sakti thi. Uska haath ruk gaya chut pe, lekin Bhumika ne uski ungli ko apne lips ke beech mein ghusa diya – dheere se, ras se bhari hui chut mein.
“Aaaahhhh… haan beta… aise hi… finger andar daal… aunty ki boor ko araam de…” Bhumika ki moan room mein gunj gayi, payal chhan-chhan kar rahi thi jaise uski gaand hil rahi ho.
Vishal ko ghinn aa rahi thi, lekin majboori mein usne ungli andar-bahar karna shuru kiya. Chut garam thi, chipchipi, ras se bhari – jaise poora saal se lund nahi mila ho. “Aunty… please… main… main ye nahi kar sakta…” woh rote hue bola.
Bhumika ne uske baal pakde dheere se, uska chehra apni chut ke paas laayi. “Shhh beta… gf ko chod na abhi. Soch, agar tu aunty ko khush nahi rakhega toh certificate nahi milega, padhai ruk jayegi, teri family ko kaun dekhega? Bas thoda sa kaam… aunty ki chut ko chat le… taste kar… bohot din se koi jawan ladka nahi chata isko…”
Vishal ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Nisha ka chehra yaad aa raha tha – uski masoom smile, uske soft lips jo usne sirf kiss kiye the abhi tak. Lekin Bhumika ne uska sar zor se dabaya apni chut pe. Vishal ki naak chut ke ras se bheeg gayi, muh lips pe lag gaya.
“Chat na saale… aunty ki chut ko pyar se chat! Teri girlfriend ki tarah tight nahi hai ye, thodi loose boor hai, lekin ras bohot hai… pi le!” Bhumika ki awaaz mein gussa aur kaamukta dono the. Usne apni gaand utha ke Vishal ke muh pe ragadna shuru kiya.
Vishal ko saans nahi aa rahi thi, lekin majboori mein usne jeebh nikali aur chut ke darar pe lagayi. Taste salty tha, thoda sa ganda, umar ki wajah se smell strong – lekin goli ka asar tha ki uska lund ab bhi khada tha. “Mmm… sorry nisha…” woh andar se ro raha tha, lekin jeebh andar-bahar karne laga.
Bhumika pagal ho gayi. “Haan harami… aise hi… clit pe suck kar! Zor se… aaaahhhh fuck… kitne saal baad kisi kuwara ladke ki jeebh mili hai!” Usne apne nipples gown ke upar se masalne shuru kiye, mangalsutra hil raha tha, BP pendant boobs ke beech mein bounce kar raha tha.
Vishal chat raha tha – dheere dheere, majboori mein, lekin Bhumika ke moans se uska bhi excitement badh raha tha. Chut ka ras uske muh mein ja raha tha, chin pe gir raha tha. Woh clit pe jeebh ghuma raha tha, lips ko suck kar raha tha. Nisha ko yaad kar ke guilt bohot tha – woh soch raha tha ki nisha ko kabhi aise nahi chhua, lekin yahan ek 55 saal ki aurat ki chut chat raha tha.
Bhumika ne uske baal khinche, “Abe madarchod… zor se chat! Teri nisha ki chut toh tight hogi na? Pink pink? Lekin aunty ki kali boor ko chat ke dekh… kitna ras nikal raha hai!” Woh hans padi, apni chut Vishal ke muh pe ragad rahi thi zor zor se.
Vishal cough karne laga, lekin ruk nahi saka. Uski jeebh andar tak ja rahi thi, chut ke andar ki walls ko taste kar raha tha. Bhumika ki body tight ho gayi, pair kaanpne lage, payal ki awaaz tez ho gayi.
“Aaaahhhh… jhad rahi hoon main… le saale… pi le aunty ka squirt! Teri girlfriend ke muh mein nahi daalta hoga na? Aaj DSP ki chut ka pani pi!” Bhumika ka jhadna shuru ho gaya – zor ka, garam ras Vishal ke muh mein, naak pe, aankhon pe. Woh poora bheeg gaya, muh bhara hua tha ras se. Usne thoda nigal liya majboori mein, baaki bahar gir gaya bed pe.
Bhumika haanf rahi thi, satisfied smile ke saath. Usne Vishal ka chehra upar uthaya, uske hoth pe kiss kiya – apne hi ras wala kiss. “Achha kiya beta… aunty bohot khush hai. Ab tu mera special hai… kal phir aana, aur kuch nayi cheezein sikhaungi.”
Vishal utha, muh ponch raha tha, aankhon mein aansu. Uska lund abhi bhi khada tha, lekin dil ro raha tha. “Aunty… please… meri gf ko kuch pta nhi chalna chahiye … aur ye… ye galat tha…”
Bhumika hans padi, apni chut se baaki ras ungli se saaf kiya aur Vishal ke muh mein thoos diya. “Chat clean kar… aur galat kya beta? Ye toh pyar hai… aunty tera khayal rakh rahi hai. Ja ab, ghar ja ke gf se mil le, lekin yaad rakh – certificate tabhi milega jab tu aunty ko khush rakhega. Samjha?”
Vishal sar jhuka ke chala gaya, guilty feel se bhara hua.uska abhi tk lund khada tha bus precum nikal rah tha. Car mein baith ke rota raha – nisha ko dhoka diya, apni majboori mein.
Car use ghr drop kr diya.Ghr phoch te hi bina kisise baat kiye sidha room lock kr ke bathroom m muth marke release krtaa h aur bed p so jata h.
Bhumika bed pe let gayi, apni chut pe haath pherte hue. “Ab tu mera ho gaya Vishal… teri gf ko bhool ja. Kal tera lund andar lungi… pehli chudai karwaungi kuwara lund se.”
Us raat woh khush thi use kuwara shikar jo mili thi.
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