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Ye meri zindagi ki kahani hai. Main Ahmad Shah umar 52 saal. Ab ghar par hi rehta hoon. Pehle main aisa bilkul nahi tha. Ghar ki izzat aur shareefiyat ka bahut khayal rakhta tha. Lekin kuch mahine pehle jo hua, usne meri poori zindagi badal di.
Ek din main ghar ke bathroom ke paas se guzar raha tha. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Andar meri badi bahu **Saima** nahane ke liye nangi khadi thi. Uski moti gaand, bhare hue boobs aur geeli jawani ka wo nazara dekh kar main wahi khada reh gaya. Us din se mera dimag aur lund dono pagal ho chuke hain. Ab har waqt ghar ki auraton ke jism mere dimaag mein ghumte rehte hain.
To pehle meri poori family se mil lo:
(1) **Merii Biwi Nazma – umar 48 saal**
Nazma ka figure ab bhi bahut zabardast hai. Salwar suit mein uske dono bade bade boobs itne ubhre hue hote hain ki kurta tight pad jata hai. Boobs bhare hue aur gol-gol hain, chalte waqt zor-zor se hilte hain. Gaand moti aur lachakti hui hai. Jab wo jhukti hai ya chalti hai to dono gaand ke hisse alag-alag dikhte hain aur salwar mein bilkul chipak jate hain. Chehra gora, hont gulabi. Ghar mein bhi sirf salwar-kameez hi pehenti hai.
(2) **Badi Beti Ayesha – umar 24 saal (Talaqsuda)**
Ayesha shadi ke kuch hi time baad talak ho gaya. Ab ghar se thodi door apna chhota sa beauty parlour chalati hai. Uska figure bahut mast hai – bade bade bhare hue boobs jo kurti mein tight dikhte hain, round aur moti gaand. Jab wo parlour se wapas aati hai tight salwar ya kurti pehne hue, to uski gaand hilti hui dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata hai. Bahut kam bolti hai lekin aankhon mein aag si hoti hai.
(3) **Badi Bahu Saima – umar 23 saal**
Mera bada beta bahar hi rehta hai kaam ke silsile me, isliye Saima zyadatar ghar par hi hoti hai. Bahut shareef hai. Lekin uski moti gaand dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Salwar suit mein gaand itni tight chipakti hai ki dono hisse saaf dikhte hain. Boobs bhi kaafi bade aur bhare hue hain. Jab wo jhuk kar kaam karti hai to uski gaand itni zabardast ubhar aati hai ki main apni nazar nahi hata paata. Chehra bilkul masoom, lekin jism poora jawani se bhara hua.
(4) **Choti Beti Rida – umar 20 saal**
College mein padhti hai. Slim figure hai lekin jawani bahut tez chadhi hui hai. Tight kurtis aur leggings pehenti hai jisme uski patli kamar aur ubhri hui gol gaand bahut mast dikhti hai. Medium size ke tight boobs hain jo chalte waqt halke-halke hilte hain. Natkhat aur hansi-mazak kism ki hai.
(5) **Chhota Beta Hamza – umar 18 saal**
Ye ladka bilkul awara hai. College bhi theek se nahi karta, bahar ghumta rehta hai. Ghar mein kam hi dikhta hai.
Aur main… Ahmad, 52 saal. Pehle main ghar ki auraton ko sirf izzat ki nazar se dekhta tha. Lekin jab se Saima ko nanga nahate hue dekha hai, tab se mera dimag bigad chuka hai. Ab main unke boobs, gaand aur jism ko gandi nazron se dekhne laga hoon. Har raat unke bare mein soch kar muth marta hoon.
Dosto, ye kahani **incest aur cuckold dono angles** ke saath hai. Jisko ye dono cheezein pasand nahi, wo is story ko na padhe. Kyunki isme ghar ki auraton ki hawas aur boundaries cross hone wali hain – apne ghar ke mardon ke saath bhi aur bahar ke mardon ke saath bhi.
Subah naste ke time main table par baitha chai pi raha tha.
Nazma ne mere saamne plate rakhte hue boli.
“Aaj parathe mein thoda zyada namak daala hai kya? Taste theek hai na?”
Main paratha todte hue bola,
“Haan theek hai… achhe bane hain aaj.”
Lekin meri nazar Nazma par nahi thi. Meri aankhein seedhi baithak ke taraf lagi hui thi jahan meri badi bahu **Saima** aur badi beti **Ayesha** dono baithi hui thi.
Saima aaj sky blue salwar suit mein thi. Uska dupatta thoda side ho gaya tha. Uske bade boobs kurta ke andar se ubhar rahe the aur jab wo roti tod rahi thi, boobs halke-halke hil rahe the. Neeche uski moti gaand chair par dab rahi thi. Salwar itni tight thi ki gaand ke dono hisse alag-alag dikhai de rahe the.
Uffff… saali kutiya… kitni moti gaand hai teri. Nahate waqt jab se maine teri nangi gaand dekhi hai na… dono haathon se pakad ke zor-zor se dabaane ka mann karta hai.
Mere bagal mein Nazma khadi thi aur baat kar rahi thi,
“Kal Hamza bahut der se aaya tha. Tum usse zara baat kar lo. Roz awaragardi karta rehta hai.”
Main sir hila ke bola,
“Haan… baat kar lunga usse.”
Lekin meri aankhein kahi aur thi. Ayesha light pink tight kurti aur salwar mein thi. Shadi ke 6 month ke baad talaq hone ke bawajood figure bahut zabardast tha. Kurti ke upar se uske bade bade boobs bilkul clear ubhar rahe the. Jab wo chai ka cup uthane ke liye jhuki to cleavage itna gehra dikh gaya ki andar tak gori skin saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Madarchod… ye haramzadi bhi apni ammi jaisi hi rand lag rahi hai. Itne bade choochiyan hain ki bra ke bina bhi khade dikhte hain. Ek baar inko muh mein leke chusun toh pata chale…
Ayesha ne muskurate hue jawab diya,
“Ji ammi, 11 baje tak pahunch jaungi.”
Main unka jawab dete hue sir hila raha tha, lekin meri nazar dono par ghum rahi thi. Saima ne thoda side hokar apni taang cross ki. Salwar uski moti jaanghon par tight pad gayi. Uski gaand chair se thodi upar uthi aur salwar mein poori shape saaf dikhne lagi.
Sale… kutiya Saima… teri ye moti gaand dekh kar lund khada ho raha hai. Ek baar isko ghodi bana ke peeche se pakad ke zor-zor se thokun… poori gaand laal kar dun…
Nazma ne mere plate mein aur sabzi daalte hue kaha,
“Aj kal bazaar mein kapdon ke rates bahut badh gaye hain. Rida ke liye kuch naye suits lene hain. Tum thoda dekho na.”
Main uski taraf dekhte hue bola,
“Haan… dekh lunga… paise ki tension mat lo.”
Meri Nazar baar-baar Saima aur Ayesha ke boobs aur gaand par ja rahi thi. Dono ke bade bade doodh table ke upar se ubhar rahe the aur jab wo hilti thi toh boobs ka hilna dekh kar mera lund payjama ke andar dheere-dheere tan raha tha.
Saima ne ek baar nazar utha kar mujhe dekha aur muskurayi. Main neeche ki taraf dekhte hue muskuraya,
Main man me socha
Saali madarchod… ek din tere muh mein mera lund dekh ke roye gi tu…
Ayesha ne paratha muh mein daalte waqt hont se thoda sa sabzi saaf kiya. Uska gulabi hont aur bade boobs… dekh kar mera lund poora khada ho chuka tha.
Nazma
“Chai thandi ho rahi hai, garam karke lau kya?”
Main neeche haath daal kar chupke se apne khade lund ko dabate hue bola,
“Haan… thodi garam kar lo…”
Nashta khatam karte hi main utha aur bahar hamare ghar se thori door purani baithak ki taraf nikal gaya. Yeh baithak mohalle ki purani jagah thi — chaar charpaiyan padi rehti thi, upar se chhaya bana hua tha aur subah-shaam yahan hamare umar ke mard baith kar baatein karte the.
Wahan mere teeno dost pehle se hi maujud the — **Ranjit** (52), **Bhola** (50) aur **Naeem** (48). Teeno tharke mizaj ke the aur mohalle ki har aurat-ladki ko taadte rehte the. Main jaate hi ek charpai par baith gaya.
Bhola ne beedi sulgaate hue kaha,
“Arre Ahmad bhai aa gaye… aaj toh jaldi aa gaye baithak mein.”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Ghar mein baith ke bore ho raha tha, yahan thodi hawa kha loon.”
Ranjit ne turant topic pakad liya. Usne apni charpai par pair chadha kar seedhe gandi baat shuru kar di,
“Yaar kal sham ko dekha tha Sharma ki ladki ko… wo jo 19-20 saal ki hai, college jaati hai. Tight jeans aur top pehne hue thi. Uski gaand itni tight aur gol hai ki dekh ke lund khada ho gaya. Chalte waqt kitni lachak rahi thi saali… ek baar pakad ke zor se thappad maarun toh poori gaand laal ho jaye.”
Naeem zor se hans pada,
“Sharma ki ladki toh theek hai, lekin main toh uski biwi ko dekhta hoon… umar 38-39 hogi. Blouse mein uske doodh itne ubhre hue hote hain ki buttons mein se nikalne ko hote hain. Kal jab wo dukaan par khadi thi na… maine socha tha ki ek haath andar daal ke dono choochiyon ko zor se masal dun.”
Bhola ne beedi ki kash lete hue bola,
“Sale tum log sirf chhoti-chhoti ladkiyon aur bhabhiyon pe hi atak jaate ho. Main toh badi maal dekhta hoon. Wo doctor ki biwi… 46 saal ki hai lekin figure ab bhi zabardast hai. Jab wo subah walk pe nikalti hai na… legging mein uski gaand itni moti aur tight dikhti hai. Ek baar socha tha ki peeche se pakad ke uski legging neeche karke seedha ghused dun. Madarchod… kitni mast rand lagti hai wo.”
Ranjit ne hans ke kaha,
“Doctor ki biwi toh bahut akdu hai bahar se, lekin andar se sab ek jaise hi hote hain yaar. Jab pati office chala jata hai na… tab ye sab tadapti hain. Ek mota lund dikha do, phir dekhna kaise gaand utha ke maangne lagti hain — ‘aur zor se… aur andar daal do’.”
Naeem ne mujhe dekhte hue poocha,
“Ahmad bhai, tu aaj bahut chup hai. Bol na… tere hisaab se mohalle mein sabse zabardast maal kaun hai abhi?”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Arre yaar… sab apni-apni jagah mast hain. Lekin haan… wo nayi wali jo Number 12 ke ghar mein aayi hai… wo bhi bahut tight lagti hai.”
Sab hasne lage. Baatein aur gandi hoti gayi. Ranjit ne aur ek kahani shuru ki — kaise usne kal raat balcony se kisi bhabhi ko change karte hue dekha tha aur uske boobs ka size kitna bada tha.
Main unki baatein sun raha tha.lekin andar se mera lund dheere-dheere khada ho raha tha. Har baat sun kar dimag mein apne ghar ki ladkiyo ke gand aur bade bade boobs ghum rahe the.
Thodi der baatein karne ke baad main utha aur bola,
“Chalo yaar, ghar jaata hoon… thoda kaam hai.”
Ranjit ne hans ke kaha,
“Ja bhai…yaha kya hi karega.”
Main muskuraya aur ghar ki taraf chal pada. Lund abhi bhi half-khada tha. Raste bhar unki gandi baatein mere dimag mein ghum rahi thi.
Ghar ke andar garmi aur sannata sa tha. Subah ke 10 baje the.
Andar aate hi maine dekha ki Ayesha abhi tak parlour nahi gayi thi shayad apne room me thi. Hall khali tha. Chhota beta Hamza toh subah hi bahar nikal chuka tha.
Main dheere se andar gaya. Kitchen se halki si awaaz aa rahi thi — bartanon aur chammach ki. Nazma bathroom mein naha rahi thi, pani ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
**Saima** kitchen mein khadi, khana bana rahi thi.
Uffff … jaise hi meri nazar us par padi, mera dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Saima aaj bhi apne roz ke salwar suit mein thi. Upar wala kurta thoda tight tha, lekin asli maal toh neeche tha. Wo chawal dhone ke liye jhuki hui thi. Uski moti gaand salwar ke andar itni zabardast ubhar rahi thi ki dono gaand ke hisse bilkul alag-alag saaf dikh rahe the. Salwar ka patla kapda uski gaand par tight chipka hua tha. Jab wo chawal dhone ke liye thoda aur jhuki, toh uski moti gaand aur upar uth gayi — poori shape, golai aur lachak sab kuch saaf dikhai de raha tha.
Main chupke se bahar hall ke sofa par baith gaya, jahan se kitchen ka darwaza khula tha aur Saima ki gaand seedhe mere saamne thi. Maine apni aankhein uski moti gaand par jama di.
Kitni moti hai saali ki gaand… nahate waqt jab maine ise nangi dekha tha na… dono haathon se pakadne ka mann karta hai. Ek baar isko ghodi bana ke peeche se pakad lun toh poori raat chodun…
Saima chawal dhote hue apna kaam kar rahi thi. Uske gand halke-halke hil rahe the. Har jhatke ke saath uski gaand ka hilna dekh kar mera lund payjama ke andar dheere dheere khada hone laga.
Main baithkar bina palak jhapkaye uski gaand ko ghur raha tha. Thodi der baad Saima ko shayad ehsaas ho gaya. Usne peeche mud kar dekha.
Jaise hi uski nazar mujh par padi, wo ek second ke liye hairan reh gayi. Uski aankhein thodi phail gayi. Chehra ekdum se serious ho gaya. Shayad usne samajh liya ki main uski gaand ko taad raha tha.
Main bhi uski aankhon mein dekhta reh gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Lekin agle hi pal… Saima ne halke se muskuraha. Ek ajeeb si muskan thi . Phir wo turant wapas mud gayi aur jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho aur chawal dhone lagi.
Lekin ab uski body language thodi badal gayi thi. Jab wo kaam kar rahi thi toh uski gaand ab pehle se thodi zyada hil rahi thi… ya shayad mera dimag hi aisa soch raha tha.
Main wahan 2-3 minute aur baitha raha, uski moti gaand ko dekhta raha. Lund ab poora khada ho chuka tha. Phir maine socha ki zyada der baithna theek nahi hoga. Main dheere se utha aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Kamre mein darwaza band kiya aur bistar par let gaya. Dimag mein sirf Saima ki wo moti gaand ghum rahi thi.
Uffff… saali ne muskuraya tha… matlab usne notice toh zaroor kiya tha ki main uski gaand ghur raha tha. Phir bhi kuch nahi boli.
Main payjama ke andar haath daal kar apne khade lund ko pakad liya aur dheere-dheere sehlane laga. Aankhein band karke Saima ki gaand ka wo nazara yaad karne laga.
Ye meri zindagi ki kahani hai. Main Ahmad Shah umar 52 saal. Ab ghar par hi rehta hoon. Pehle main aisa bilkul nahi tha. Ghar ki izzat aur shareefiyat ka bahut khayal rakhta tha. Lekin kuch mahine pehle jo hua, usne meri poori zindagi badal di.
Ek din main ghar ke bathroom ke paas se guzar raha tha. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Andar meri badi bahu **Saima** nahane ke liye nangi khadi thi. Uski moti gaand, bhare hue boobs aur geeli jawani ka wo nazara dekh kar main wahi khada reh gaya. Us din se mera dimag aur lund dono pagal ho chuke hain. Ab har waqt ghar ki auraton ke jism mere dimaag mein ghumte rehte hain.
To pehle meri poori family se mil lo:
(1) **Merii Biwi Nazma – umar 48 saal**
Nazma ka figure ab bhi bahut zabardast hai. Salwar suit mein uske dono bade bade boobs itne ubhre hue hote hain ki kurta tight pad jata hai. Boobs bhare hue aur gol-gol hain, chalte waqt zor-zor se hilte hain. Gaand moti aur lachakti hui hai. Jab wo jhukti hai ya chalti hai to dono gaand ke hisse alag-alag dikhte hain aur salwar mein bilkul chipak jate hain. Chehra gora, hont gulabi. Ghar mein bhi sirf salwar-kameez hi pehenti hai.
(2) **Badi Beti Ayesha – umar 24 saal (Talaqsuda)**
Ayesha shadi ke kuch hi time baad talak ho gaya. Ab ghar se thodi door apna chhota sa beauty parlour chalati hai. Uska figure bahut mast hai – bade bade bhare hue boobs jo kurti mein tight dikhte hain, round aur moti gaand. Jab wo parlour se wapas aati hai tight salwar ya kurti pehne hue, to uski gaand hilti hui dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata hai. Bahut kam bolti hai lekin aankhon mein aag si hoti hai.
(3) **Badi Bahu Saima – umar 23 saal**
Mera bada beta bahar hi rehta hai kaam ke silsile me, isliye Saima zyadatar ghar par hi hoti hai. Bahut shareef hai. Lekin uski moti gaand dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Salwar suit mein gaand itni tight chipakti hai ki dono hisse saaf dikhte hain. Boobs bhi kaafi bade aur bhare hue hain. Jab wo jhuk kar kaam karti hai to uski gaand itni zabardast ubhar aati hai ki main apni nazar nahi hata paata. Chehra bilkul masoom, lekin jism poora jawani se bhara hua.
(4) **Choti Beti Rida – umar 20 saal**
College mein padhti hai. Slim figure hai lekin jawani bahut tez chadhi hui hai. Tight kurtis aur leggings pehenti hai jisme uski patli kamar aur ubhri hui gol gaand bahut mast dikhti hai. Medium size ke tight boobs hain jo chalte waqt halke-halke hilte hain. Natkhat aur hansi-mazak kism ki hai.
(5) **Chhota Beta Hamza – umar 18 saal**
Ye ladka bilkul awara hai. College bhi theek se nahi karta, bahar ghumta rehta hai. Ghar mein kam hi dikhta hai.
Aur main… Ahmad, 52 saal. Pehle main ghar ki auraton ko sirf izzat ki nazar se dekhta tha. Lekin jab se Saima ko nanga nahate hue dekha hai, tab se mera dimag bigad chuka hai. Ab main unke boobs, gaand aur jism ko gandi nazron se dekhne laga hoon. Har raat unke bare mein soch kar muth marta hoon.
Dosto, ye kahani **incest aur cuckold dono angles** ke saath hai. Jisko ye dono cheezein pasand nahi, wo is story ko na padhe. Kyunki isme ghar ki auraton ki hawas aur boundaries cross hone wali hain – apne ghar ke mardon ke saath bhi aur bahar ke mardon ke saath bhi.
Subah naste ke time main table par baitha chai pi raha tha.
Nazma ne mere saamne plate rakhte hue boli.
“Aaj parathe mein thoda zyada namak daala hai kya? Taste theek hai na?”
Main paratha todte hue bola,
“Haan theek hai… achhe bane hain aaj.”
Lekin meri nazar Nazma par nahi thi. Meri aankhein seedhi baithak ke taraf lagi hui thi jahan meri badi bahu **Saima** aur badi beti **Ayesha** dono baithi hui thi.
Saima aaj sky blue salwar suit mein thi. Uska dupatta thoda side ho gaya tha. Uske bade boobs kurta ke andar se ubhar rahe the aur jab wo roti tod rahi thi, boobs halke-halke hil rahe the. Neeche uski moti gaand chair par dab rahi thi. Salwar itni tight thi ki gaand ke dono hisse alag-alag dikhai de rahe the.
Uffff… saali kutiya… kitni moti gaand hai teri. Nahate waqt jab se maine teri nangi gaand dekhi hai na… dono haathon se pakad ke zor-zor se dabaane ka mann karta hai.
Mere bagal mein Nazma khadi thi aur baat kar rahi thi,
“Kal Hamza bahut der se aaya tha. Tum usse zara baat kar lo. Roz awaragardi karta rehta hai.”
Main sir hila ke bola,
“Haan… baat kar lunga usse.”
Lekin meri aankhein kahi aur thi. Ayesha light pink tight kurti aur salwar mein thi. Shadi ke 6 month ke baad talaq hone ke bawajood figure bahut zabardast tha. Kurti ke upar se uske bade bade boobs bilkul clear ubhar rahe the. Jab wo chai ka cup uthane ke liye jhuki to cleavage itna gehra dikh gaya ki andar tak gori skin saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Madarchod… ye haramzadi bhi apni ammi jaisi hi rand lag rahi hai. Itne bade choochiyan hain ki bra ke bina bhi khade dikhte hain. Ek baar inko muh mein leke chusun toh pata chale…
Ayesha ne muskurate hue jawab diya,
“Ji ammi, 11 baje tak pahunch jaungi.”
Main unka jawab dete hue sir hila raha tha, lekin meri nazar dono par ghum rahi thi. Saima ne thoda side hokar apni taang cross ki. Salwar uski moti jaanghon par tight pad gayi. Uski gaand chair se thodi upar uthi aur salwar mein poori shape saaf dikhne lagi.
Sale… kutiya Saima… teri ye moti gaand dekh kar lund khada ho raha hai. Ek baar isko ghodi bana ke peeche se pakad ke zor-zor se thokun… poori gaand laal kar dun…
Nazma ne mere plate mein aur sabzi daalte hue kaha,
“Aj kal bazaar mein kapdon ke rates bahut badh gaye hain. Rida ke liye kuch naye suits lene hain. Tum thoda dekho na.”
Main uski taraf dekhte hue bola,
“Haan… dekh lunga… paise ki tension mat lo.”
Meri Nazar baar-baar Saima aur Ayesha ke boobs aur gaand par ja rahi thi. Dono ke bade bade doodh table ke upar se ubhar rahe the aur jab wo hilti thi toh boobs ka hilna dekh kar mera lund payjama ke andar dheere-dheere tan raha tha.
Saima ne ek baar nazar utha kar mujhe dekha aur muskurayi. Main neeche ki taraf dekhte hue muskuraya,
Main man me socha
Saali madarchod… ek din tere muh mein mera lund dekh ke roye gi tu…
Ayesha ne paratha muh mein daalte waqt hont se thoda sa sabzi saaf kiya. Uska gulabi hont aur bade boobs… dekh kar mera lund poora khada ho chuka tha.
Nazma
“Chai thandi ho rahi hai, garam karke lau kya?”
Main neeche haath daal kar chupke se apne khade lund ko dabate hue bola,
“Haan… thodi garam kar lo…”
Nashta khatam karte hi main utha aur bahar hamare ghar se thori door purani baithak ki taraf nikal gaya. Yeh baithak mohalle ki purani jagah thi — chaar charpaiyan padi rehti thi, upar se chhaya bana hua tha aur subah-shaam yahan hamare umar ke mard baith kar baatein karte the.
Wahan mere teeno dost pehle se hi maujud the — **Ranjit** (52), **Bhola** (50) aur **Naeem** (48). Teeno tharke mizaj ke the aur mohalle ki har aurat-ladki ko taadte rehte the. Main jaate hi ek charpai par baith gaya.
Bhola ne beedi sulgaate hue kaha,
“Arre Ahmad bhai aa gaye… aaj toh jaldi aa gaye baithak mein.”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Ghar mein baith ke bore ho raha tha, yahan thodi hawa kha loon.”
Ranjit ne turant topic pakad liya. Usne apni charpai par pair chadha kar seedhe gandi baat shuru kar di,
“Yaar kal sham ko dekha tha Sharma ki ladki ko… wo jo 19-20 saal ki hai, college jaati hai. Tight jeans aur top pehne hue thi. Uski gaand itni tight aur gol hai ki dekh ke lund khada ho gaya. Chalte waqt kitni lachak rahi thi saali… ek baar pakad ke zor se thappad maarun toh poori gaand laal ho jaye.”
Naeem zor se hans pada,
“Sharma ki ladki toh theek hai, lekin main toh uski biwi ko dekhta hoon… umar 38-39 hogi. Blouse mein uske doodh itne ubhre hue hote hain ki buttons mein se nikalne ko hote hain. Kal jab wo dukaan par khadi thi na… maine socha tha ki ek haath andar daal ke dono choochiyon ko zor se masal dun.”
Bhola ne beedi ki kash lete hue bola,
“Sale tum log sirf chhoti-chhoti ladkiyon aur bhabhiyon pe hi atak jaate ho. Main toh badi maal dekhta hoon. Wo doctor ki biwi… 46 saal ki hai lekin figure ab bhi zabardast hai. Jab wo subah walk pe nikalti hai na… legging mein uski gaand itni moti aur tight dikhti hai. Ek baar socha tha ki peeche se pakad ke uski legging neeche karke seedha ghused dun. Madarchod… kitni mast rand lagti hai wo.”
Ranjit ne hans ke kaha,
“Doctor ki biwi toh bahut akdu hai bahar se, lekin andar se sab ek jaise hi hote hain yaar. Jab pati office chala jata hai na… tab ye sab tadapti hain. Ek mota lund dikha do, phir dekhna kaise gaand utha ke maangne lagti hain — ‘aur zor se… aur andar daal do’.”
Naeem ne mujhe dekhte hue poocha,
“Ahmad bhai, tu aaj bahut chup hai. Bol na… tere hisaab se mohalle mein sabse zabardast maal kaun hai abhi?”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Arre yaar… sab apni-apni jagah mast hain. Lekin haan… wo nayi wali jo Number 12 ke ghar mein aayi hai… wo bhi bahut tight lagti hai.”
Sab hasne lage. Baatein aur gandi hoti gayi. Ranjit ne aur ek kahani shuru ki — kaise usne kal raat balcony se kisi bhabhi ko change karte hue dekha tha aur uske boobs ka size kitna bada tha.
Main unki baatein sun raha tha.lekin andar se mera lund dheere-dheere khada ho raha tha. Har baat sun kar dimag mein apne ghar ki ladkiyo ke gand aur bade bade boobs ghum rahe the.
Thodi der baatein karne ke baad main utha aur bola,
“Chalo yaar, ghar jaata hoon… thoda kaam hai.”
Ranjit ne hans ke kaha,
“Ja bhai…yaha kya hi karega.”
Main muskuraya aur ghar ki taraf chal pada. Lund abhi bhi half-khada tha. Raste bhar unki gandi baatein mere dimag mein ghum rahi thi.
Ghar ke andar garmi aur sannata sa tha. Subah ke 10 baje the.
Andar aate hi maine dekha ki Ayesha abhi tak parlour nahi gayi thi shayad apne room me thi. Hall khali tha. Chhota beta Hamza toh subah hi bahar nikal chuka tha.
Main dheere se andar gaya. Kitchen se halki si awaaz aa rahi thi — bartanon aur chammach ki. Nazma bathroom mein naha rahi thi, pani ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
**Saima** kitchen mein khadi, khana bana rahi thi.
Uffff … jaise hi meri nazar us par padi, mera dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Saima aaj bhi apne roz ke salwar suit mein thi. Upar wala kurta thoda tight tha, lekin asli maal toh neeche tha. Wo chawal dhone ke liye jhuki hui thi. Uski moti gaand salwar ke andar itni zabardast ubhar rahi thi ki dono gaand ke hisse bilkul alag-alag saaf dikh rahe the. Salwar ka patla kapda uski gaand par tight chipka hua tha. Jab wo chawal dhone ke liye thoda aur jhuki, toh uski moti gaand aur upar uth gayi — poori shape, golai aur lachak sab kuch saaf dikhai de raha tha.
Main chupke se bahar hall ke sofa par baith gaya, jahan se kitchen ka darwaza khula tha aur Saima ki gaand seedhe mere saamne thi. Maine apni aankhein uski moti gaand par jama di.
Kitni moti hai saali ki gaand… nahate waqt jab maine ise nangi dekha tha na… dono haathon se pakadne ka mann karta hai. Ek baar isko ghodi bana ke peeche se pakad lun toh poori raat chodun…
Saima chawal dhote hue apna kaam kar rahi thi. Uske gand halke-halke hil rahe the. Har jhatke ke saath uski gaand ka hilna dekh kar mera lund payjama ke andar dheere dheere khada hone laga.
Main baithkar bina palak jhapkaye uski gaand ko ghur raha tha. Thodi der baad Saima ko shayad ehsaas ho gaya. Usne peeche mud kar dekha.
Jaise hi uski nazar mujh par padi, wo ek second ke liye hairan reh gayi. Uski aankhein thodi phail gayi. Chehra ekdum se serious ho gaya. Shayad usne samajh liya ki main uski gaand ko taad raha tha.
Main bhi uski aankhon mein dekhta reh gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Lekin agle hi pal… Saima ne halke se muskuraha. Ek ajeeb si muskan thi . Phir wo turant wapas mud gayi aur jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho aur chawal dhone lagi.
Lekin ab uski body language thodi badal gayi thi. Jab wo kaam kar rahi thi toh uski gaand ab pehle se thodi zyada hil rahi thi… ya shayad mera dimag hi aisa soch raha tha.
Main wahan 2-3 minute aur baitha raha, uski moti gaand ko dekhta raha. Lund ab poora khada ho chuka tha. Phir maine socha ki zyada der baithna theek nahi hoga. Main dheere se utha aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Kamre mein darwaza band kiya aur bistar par let gaya. Dimag mein sirf Saima ki wo moti gaand ghum rahi thi.
Uffff… saali ne muskuraya tha… matlab usne notice toh zaroor kiya tha ki main uski gaand ghur raha tha. Phir bhi kuch nahi boli.
Main payjama ke andar haath daal kar apne khade lund ko pakad liya aur dheere-dheere sehlane laga. Aankhein band karke Saima ki gaand ka wo nazara yaad karne laga.
Ye meri zindagi ki kahani hai. Main Ahmad Shah umar 52 saal. Ab ghar par hi rehta hoon. Pehle main aisa bilkul nahi tha. Ghar ki izzat aur shareefiyat ka bahut khayal rakhta tha. Lekin kuch mahine pehle jo hua, usne meri poori zindagi badal di.
Ek din main ghar ke bathroom ke paas se guzar raha tha. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Andar meri badi bahu **Saima** nahane ke liye nangi khadi thi. Uski moti gaand, bhare hue boobs aur geeli jawani ka wo nazara dekh kar main wahi khada reh gaya. Us din se mera dimag aur lund dono pagal ho chuke hain. Ab har waqt ghar ki auraton ke jism mere dimaag mein ghumte rehte hain.
To pehle meri poori family se mil lo:
(1) **Merii Biwi Nazma – umar 48 saal**
Nazma ka figure ab bhi bahut zabardast hai. Salwar suit mein uske dono bade bade boobs itne ubhre hue hote hain ki kurta tight pad jata hai. Boobs bhare hue aur gol-gol hain, chalte waqt zor-zor se hilte hain. Gaand moti aur lachakti hui hai. Jab wo jhukti hai ya chalti hai to dono gaand ke hisse alag-alag dikhte hain aur salwar mein bilkul chipak jate hain. Chehra gora, hont gulabi. Ghar mein bhi sirf salwar-kameez hi pehenti hai.
(2) **Badi Beti Ayesha – umar 24 saal (Talaqsuda)**
Ayesha shadi ke kuch hi time baad talak ho gaya. Ab ghar se thodi door apna chhota sa beauty parlour chalati hai. Uska figure bahut mast hai – bade bade bhare hue boobs jo kurti mein tight dikhte hain, round aur moti gaand. Jab wo parlour se wapas aati hai tight salwar ya kurti pehne hue, to uski gaand hilti hui dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata hai. Bahut kam bolti hai lekin aankhon mein aag si hoti hai.
(3) **Badi Bahu Saima – umar 23 saal**
Mera bada beta bahar hi rehta hai kaam ke silsile me, isliye Saima zyadatar ghar par hi hoti hai. Bahut shareef hai. Lekin uski moti gaand dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Salwar suit mein gaand itni tight chipakti hai ki dono hisse saaf dikhte hain. Boobs bhi kaafi bade aur bhare hue hain. Jab wo jhuk kar kaam karti hai to uski gaand itni zabardast ubhar aati hai ki main apni nazar nahi hata paata. Chehra bilkul masoom, lekin jism poora jawani se bhara hua.
(4) **Choti Beti Rida – umar 20 saal**
College mein padhti hai. Slim figure hai lekin jawani bahut tez chadhi hui hai. Tight kurtis aur leggings pehenti hai jisme uski patli kamar aur ubhri hui gol gaand bahut mast dikhti hai. Medium size ke tight boobs hain jo chalte waqt halke-halke hilte hain. Natkhat aur hansi-mazak kism ki hai.
(5) **Chhota Beta Hamza – umar 18 saal**
Ye ladka bilkul awara hai. College bhi theek se nahi karta, bahar ghumta rehta hai. Ghar mein kam hi dikhta hai.
Aur main… Ahmad, 52 saal. Pehle main ghar ki auraton ko sirf izzat ki nazar se dekhta tha. Lekin jab se Saima ko nanga nahate hue dekha hai, tab se mera dimag bigad chuka hai. Ab main unke boobs, gaand aur jism ko gandi nazron se dekhne laga hoon. Har raat unke bare mein soch kar muth marta hoon.
Dosto, ye kahani **incest aur cuckold dono angles** ke saath hai. Jisko ye dono cheezein pasand nahi, wo is story ko na padhe. Kyunki isme ghar ki auraton ki hawas aur boundaries cross hone wali hain – apne ghar ke mardon ke saath bhi aur bahar ke mardon ke saath bhi.
Subah naste ke time main table par baitha chai pi raha tha.
Nazma ne mere saamne plate rakhte hue boli.
“Aaj parathe mein thoda zyada namak daala hai kya? Taste theek hai na?”
Main paratha todte hue bola,
“Haan theek hai… achhe bane hain aaj.”
Lekin meri nazar Nazma par nahi thi. Meri aankhein seedhi baithak ke taraf lagi hui thi jahan meri badi bahu **Saima** aur badi beti **Ayesha** dono baithi hui thi.
Saima aaj sky blue salwar suit mein thi. Uska dupatta thoda side ho gaya tha. Uske bade boobs kurta ke andar se ubhar rahe the aur jab wo roti tod rahi thi, boobs halke-halke hil rahe the. Neeche uski moti gaand chair par dab rahi thi. Salwar itni tight thi ki gaand ke dono hisse alag-alag dikhai de rahe the.
Uffff… saali kutiya… kitni moti gaand hai teri. Nahate waqt jab se maine teri nangi gaand dekhi hai na… dono haathon se pakad ke zor-zor se dabaane ka mann karta hai.
Mere bagal mein Nazma khadi thi aur baat kar rahi thi,
“Kal Hamza bahut der se aaya tha. Tum usse zara baat kar lo. Roz awaragardi karta rehta hai.”
Main sir hila ke bola,
“Haan… baat kar lunga usse.”
Lekin meri aankhein kahi aur thi. Ayesha light pink tight kurti aur salwar mein thi. Shadi ke 6 month ke baad talaq hone ke bawajood figure bahut zabardast tha. Kurti ke upar se uske bade bade boobs bilkul clear ubhar rahe the. Jab wo chai ka cup uthane ke liye jhuki to cleavage itna gehra dikh gaya ki andar tak gori skin saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Madarchod… ye haramzadi bhi apni ammi jaisi hi rand lag rahi hai. Itne bade choochiyan hain ki bra ke bina bhi khade dikhte hain. Ek baar inko muh mein leke chusun toh pata chale…
Ayesha ne muskurate hue jawab diya,
“Ji ammi, 11 baje tak pahunch jaungi.”
Main unka jawab dete hue sir hila raha tha, lekin meri nazar dono par ghum rahi thi. Saima ne thoda side hokar apni taang cross ki. Salwar uski moti jaanghon par tight pad gayi. Uski gaand chair se thodi upar uthi aur salwar mein poori shape saaf dikhne lagi.
Sale… kutiya Saima… teri ye moti gaand dekh kar lund khada ho raha hai. Ek baar isko ghodi bana ke peeche se pakad ke zor-zor se thokun… poori gaand laal kar dun…
Nazma ne mere plate mein aur sabzi daalte hue kaha,
“Aj kal bazaar mein kapdon ke rates bahut badh gaye hain. Rida ke liye kuch naye suits lene hain. Tum thoda dekho na.”
Main uski taraf dekhte hue bola,
“Haan… dekh lunga… paise ki tension mat lo.”
Meri Nazar baar-baar Saima aur Ayesha ke boobs aur gaand par ja rahi thi. Dono ke bade bade doodh table ke upar se ubhar rahe the aur jab wo hilti thi toh boobs ka hilna dekh kar mera lund payjama ke andar dheere-dheere tan raha tha.
Saima ne ek baar nazar utha kar mujhe dekha aur muskurayi. Main neeche ki taraf dekhte hue muskuraya,
Main man me socha
Saali madarchod… ek din tere muh mein mera lund dekh ke roye gi tu…
Ayesha ne paratha muh mein daalte waqt hont se thoda sa sabzi saaf kiya. Uska gulabi hont aur bade boobs… dekh kar mera lund poora khada ho chuka tha.
Nazma
“Chai thandi ho rahi hai, garam karke lau kya?”
Main neeche haath daal kar chupke se apne khade lund ko dabate hue bola,
“Haan… thodi garam kar lo…”
Nashta khatam karte hi main utha aur bahar hamare ghar se thori door purani baithak ki taraf nikal gaya. Yeh baithak mohalle ki purani jagah thi — chaar charpaiyan padi rehti thi, upar se chhaya bana hua tha aur subah-shaam yahan hamare umar ke mard baith kar baatein karte the.
Wahan mere teeno dost pehle se hi maujud the — **Ranjit** (52), **Bhola** (50) aur **Naeem** (48). Teeno tharke mizaj ke the aur mohalle ki har aurat-ladki ko taadte rehte the. Main jaate hi ek charpai par baith gaya.
Bhola ne beedi sulgaate hue kaha,
“Arre Ahmad bhai aa gaye… aaj toh jaldi aa gaye baithak mein.”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Ghar mein baith ke bore ho raha tha, yahan thodi hawa kha loon.”
Ranjit ne turant topic pakad liya. Usne apni charpai par pair chadha kar seedhe gandi baat shuru kar di,
“Yaar kal sham ko dekha tha Sharma ki ladki ko… wo jo 19-20 saal ki hai, college jaati hai. Tight jeans aur top pehne hue thi. Uski gaand itni tight aur gol hai ki dekh ke lund khada ho gaya. Chalte waqt kitni lachak rahi thi saali… ek baar pakad ke zor se thappad maarun toh poori gaand laal ho jaye.”
Naeem zor se hans pada,
“Sharma ki ladki toh theek hai, lekin main toh uski biwi ko dekhta hoon… umar 38-39 hogi. Blouse mein uske doodh itne ubhre hue hote hain ki buttons mein se nikalne ko hote hain. Kal jab wo dukaan par khadi thi na… maine socha tha ki ek haath andar daal ke dono choochiyon ko zor se masal dun.”
Bhola ne beedi ki kash lete hue bola,
“Sale tum log sirf chhoti-chhoti ladkiyon aur bhabhiyon pe hi atak jaate ho. Main toh badi maal dekhta hoon. Wo doctor ki biwi… 46 saal ki hai lekin figure ab bhi zabardast hai. Jab wo subah walk pe nikalti hai na… legging mein uski gaand itni moti aur tight dikhti hai. Ek baar socha tha ki peeche se pakad ke uski legging neeche karke seedha ghused dun. Madarchod… kitni mast rand lagti hai wo.”
Ranjit ne hans ke kaha,
“Doctor ki biwi toh bahut akdu hai bahar se, lekin andar se sab ek jaise hi hote hain yaar. Jab pati office chala jata hai na… tab ye sab tadapti hain. Ek mota lund dikha do, phir dekhna kaise gaand utha ke maangne lagti hain — ‘aur zor se… aur andar daal do’.”
Naeem ne mujhe dekhte hue poocha,
“Ahmad bhai, tu aaj bahut chup hai. Bol na… tere hisaab se mohalle mein sabse zabardast maal kaun hai abhi?”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Arre yaar… sab apni-apni jagah mast hain. Lekin haan… wo nayi wali jo Number 12 ke ghar mein aayi hai… wo bhi bahut tight lagti hai.”
Sab hasne lage. Baatein aur gandi hoti gayi. Ranjit ne aur ek kahani shuru ki — kaise usne kal raat balcony se kisi bhabhi ko change karte hue dekha tha aur uske boobs ka size kitna bada tha.
Main unki baatein sun raha tha.lekin andar se mera lund dheere-dheere khada ho raha tha. Har baat sun kar dimag mein apne ghar ki ladkiyo ke gand aur bade bade boobs ghum rahe the.
Thodi der baatein karne ke baad main utha aur bola,
“Chalo yaar, ghar jaata hoon… thoda kaam hai.”
Ranjit ne hans ke kaha,
“Ja bhai…yaha kya hi karega.”
Main muskuraya aur ghar ki taraf chal pada. Lund abhi bhi half-khada tha. Raste bhar unki gandi baatein mere dimag mein ghum rahi thi.
Ghar ke andar garmi aur sannata sa tha. Subah ke 10 baje the.
Andar aate hi maine dekha ki Ayesha abhi tak parlour nahi gayi thi shayad apne room me thi. Hall khali tha. Chhota beta Hamza toh subah hi bahar nikal chuka tha.
Main dheere se andar gaya. Kitchen se halki si awaaz aa rahi thi — bartanon aur chammach ki. Nazma bathroom mein naha rahi thi, pani ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
**Saima** kitchen mein khadi, khana bana rahi thi.
Uffff … jaise hi meri nazar us par padi, mera dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Saima aaj bhi apne roz ke salwar suit mein thi. Upar wala kurta thoda tight tha, lekin asli maal toh neeche tha. Wo chawal dhone ke liye jhuki hui thi. Uski moti gaand salwar ke andar itni zabardast ubhar rahi thi ki dono gaand ke hisse bilkul alag-alag saaf dikh rahe the. Salwar ka patla kapda uski gaand par tight chipka hua tha. Jab wo chawal dhone ke liye thoda aur jhuki, toh uski moti gaand aur upar uth gayi — poori shape, golai aur lachak sab kuch saaf dikhai de raha tha.
Main chupke se bahar hall ke sofa par baith gaya, jahan se kitchen ka darwaza khula tha aur Saima ki gaand seedhe mere saamne thi. Maine apni aankhein uski moti gaand par jama di.
Kitni moti hai saali ki gaand… nahate waqt jab maine ise nangi dekha tha na… dono haathon se pakadne ka mann karta hai. Ek baar isko ghodi bana ke peeche se pakad lun toh poori raat chodun…
Saima chawal dhote hue apna kaam kar rahi thi. Uske gand halke-halke hil rahe the. Har jhatke ke saath uski gaand ka hilna dekh kar mera lund payjama ke andar dheere dheere khada hone laga.
Main baithkar bina palak jhapkaye uski gaand ko ghur raha tha. Thodi der baad Saima ko shayad ehsaas ho gaya. Usne peeche mud kar dekha.
Jaise hi uski nazar mujh par padi, wo ek second ke liye hairan reh gayi. Uski aankhein thodi phail gayi. Chehra ekdum se serious ho gaya. Shayad usne samajh liya ki main uski gaand ko taad raha tha.
Main bhi uski aankhon mein dekhta reh gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Lekin agle hi pal… Saima ne halke se muskuraha. Ek ajeeb si muskan thi . Phir wo turant wapas mud gayi aur jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho aur chawal dhone lagi.
Lekin ab uski body language thodi badal gayi thi. Jab wo kaam kar rahi thi toh uski gaand ab pehle se thodi zyada hil rahi thi… ya shayad mera dimag hi aisa soch raha tha.
Main wahan 2-3 minute aur baitha raha, uski moti gaand ko dekhta raha. Lund ab poora khada ho chuka tha. Phir maine socha ki zyada der baithna theek nahi hoga. Main dheere se utha aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Kamre mein darwaza band kiya aur bistar par let gaya. Dimag mein sirf Saima ki wo moti gaand ghum rahi thi.
Uffff… saali ne muskuraya tha… matlab usne notice toh zaroor kiya tha ki main uski gaand ghur raha tha. Phir bhi kuch nahi boli.
Main payjama ke andar haath daal kar apne khade lund ko pakad liya aur dheere-dheere sehlane laga. Aankhein band karke Saima ki gaand ka wo nazara yaad karne laga.
Kamre mein let kar Saima ki gaand ko yaad karte hue main apna lund sehlane laga hi tha ki darwaza khula aur meri badi beti **Ayesha** andar aa gayi.Main turant sidha ho gaya.
Wo abhi bhi usi pink tight kurti aur salwar mein thi. Kurti ke upar se uske bade bade boobs saaf dikh raha tha.
Ayesha ne halki si awaaz mein kaha,
“Abbu, mujhe parlour tak chhod doge? Bahar bahut garmi hai.”
Main turant bola,
“Haan chalo, main chhod deta hoon.”
Main utha, shirt pehna aur bahar nikal aaya. Bike nikaali aur start kar di. Ayesha peeche baith gayi.
Jaise hi maine bike chalana shuru kiya, raaste ki pehli hi speed breaker par Ayesha aage ki taraf jhuk gayi. Uski kurti ke andar ke bade, bhare hue chuche mere peeth se seedhe touch ho gaye.
Uffff… garam aur mulayam.
Main bike chala raha tha lekin poora dhyan peeche tha. Har speed breaker aur har turn par uske bade boobs mere peeth par dab rahe the. Kabhi halka sa dabav, kabhi zor se touch. Kurti ka patla kapda hone ki wajah se softness bilkul feel ho rahi thi.
Ayesha apna balance banane ke liye dono haathon se meri kamar pakad rakhi thi. Uske boobs ab lagatar mere peeth se ragad kha rahe the. Mera lund khada ho chuka tha.
Main soch raha tha — madarchod… kitne bade aur bhare hue hain iski choochiyan. Peeth par dab rahe hain……
Raaste mein ek jagah road kharab tha, bahut saari khad-dein thi. Har khadde mein Ayesha zor se aage ki taraf dhakki khati aur uske doodh mere peeth par zor-zor se dab jaate. Ek baar toh itna zor se touch hua ki mujhe laga jaise nipple bhi feel ho raha hai.
Mera lund pant ke andar poora tan gaya tha. Main bike dheere chala raha tha taaki yeh feel zyada der tak milta rahe.
Ayesha ne ek baar halke se kaha,
“Abbu thoda dheere chalao… bahut khad-dein hain.”
Main sirf “Haan” bol kar bike aur dheere kar di. Andar se pagal ho raha tha. Meri beti ke bade chuche mere peeth se ragad kha rahe the aur mujhe zabardast maza aa raha tha.
Parlour ke paas pahunch kar maine bike roki. Ayesha utri. Uska chehra thoda laal tha. Usne dupatta theek kiya aur bola,
“Shukriya abbu….”
Main sir hila diya. Uske jaate hi meri nazar uski gaand par pad gayi jo wo hilati hui parlour ke andar chali gayi.
Main bike ghumakar ghar ki taraf laut aaya. Poora rasta uske boobs ka touch dimag mein ghum raha tha. Ghar pahunch kar main seedha apne kamre mein gaya aur darwaza band kar diya.
Dopahar ke karib 2 baje main phir se baithak ki taraf chala gaya। Garmi bahut thi, Pahunch kar dekha toh sirf **Bhola** baitha hua tha, baaki dono abhi nahi aaye the।
Main uske saamne wali charpai par baith gaya। Bhola ne paan muh mein daalte hue kaha,
“Arre Ahmad bhai, dopahar mein bhi baithak aa gaye? Ghar mein garmi zyada lag rahi hai kya?”
Main muskurate hue bola,
“Haan yaar, andar bore ho raha tha। Tu bata, kya chal raha hai aaj kal?”
Bhola thodi der idhar udhar ki baatein karta raha
Phir Usne halki awaaz mein bola,
“Yaar Ahmad bhai, ek baat bataun? Main ne mohalle mein ek ladki patayi hai…maalum nhi kis ghar kihai.. bahut tight maal hai. Umra lagbhag 22-23 saal ki hogi। Bahut din se baat-cheet chal rahi hai, lekin uske ghar wale bahut sakht hain। Milne ka mauka hi nahi mil raha”
Main hairan hokar bola,
“Arre waah… kaun si ladki hai? Kahan rehti hai?”
Bhola ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Wo to maalum nhi msg par hi baat hui hai… lekin bahut mast hai yaar. Figure ekdum zabardast.Doodh bade-bade aur gaand moti. Jab baat karta hoon na, toh uski awaaz mein hi garamahat feel hoti hai.Bas ek baar akela mauka mil jaye… phir dekhna kya hota hai.”
Bhola ne kaha,
“Sale, jab wo mujhe ‘Bhole bhai’ kehti hai na… us waqt mera lund khada ho jata hai. Sochta hoon ki ek baar usko pakad ke uski kurti upar karke dono choochiyan muh mein le lun… zor-zor se chusun… phir salwar neeche karke uski choot mein ungli daalun. Wo tadpegi aur bolegi ‘aur andar… aur zor se…’”
Main bhi uske saath mil kar bola,
“Haan yaar… aisi ladkiyan bahar se shareef ban ke rehti hain, andar se sab tadapti rehti hain.Tu jaldi se koi tarika nikaal… ek baar chod dega toh apni rand ban jaayegi ”
Bhola hans pada aur bola,
“Zaroor… main try kar raha hoon.Tu dekhna, jaldi hi set ho jayegi.”
Main usse poocha,
“Photo hai kya uski? Dikha toh sahi… kaisi hai ladki?”
Bhola ne mobile nikaala aur ek photo kholi. Usne mujhe phone thama diya aur bola,
“Le dekh… lekin chehra crop kar ke bheja tha usne.lekin figure dekh ke samajh aa jayega kitni tight hai.”
Main phone lete hi photo dekha aur ek second ke liye mera dil ruk sa gaya.
Photo mein ladki ne apni kurti upar kar rakhi thi। Dono bade, bhare hue chuche bahar nikale hue the — ek haath se dabaye hue, dusra thoda latka hua। Gaand ki side bhi halki si dikh rahi thi. Chehra crop tha, lekin background… wo background bilkul mere ghar ke kamre jaisa tha.Mirror ke saamne li gayi photo thi, aur mirror ke kinare wala design aur wall ka color… sab kuch mere ghar wala tha.
Mujhe ye**Saima** lag rahi thi.
Mera chehra thoda serious sa ho gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.Lekin maine bahar se kuch nahi dikhne diya. Maine photo ko acche se dekha aur Bhola ko phone wapas dete hue bola,
“Haan yaar… bahut zabardast maal hai. Doodh toh bahut bade hain.Agar ye tere haath lag gayi na… toh poori raat chodna padega isko.”
Bhola ne kaha,
“Bas mauka chahiye bhai… ek baar akeli mil jaye toh main iski gaand pe thappad maar-mar ke laal kar dunga.Phir uski choot mein apna lund pel ke chodunga… wo cheekhegi ‘Bhole aur zor se… faad do meri choot…’”
Main bahar se sir hila raha tha aur uski gandi baatein sun raha tha, lekin andar se poora hairan aur garam ho chuka tha. Photo mein wo ladki mujhe bilkul Saima lag rahi thi — uske doodh ka shape, body background… sab kuch।
Lekin maine Bhola ko kuch shak nahi hone diya
Thodi der baad main utha aur bola,
“Chal yaar, ghar jaata hoon… dopahar ka khana ban gaya hoga shayad।”
Bhola ne hans ke kaha,
“Ja bhai… ek baar ye rand mil jaaye”
Main muskurate hue wapas ghar aa gaya, lekin dimag poora us photo mein atka hua tha..Kya sach mein wo Saima thi?
Baithak se wapas aane ke baad main seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Dopahar ka khana ban chuka tha.
Thodi der baad darwaza khula aur **Saima** andar aayi.Uske haath mein ek plate thi jisme wo mere liye khana lekar aayi thi.
Saima ne plate mere saamne rakh di aur dheere se boli,
“Abbu, khana kha lijiye…”
Main “Haan” bol kar plate ki taraf dekha, lekin meri nazar turant Saima par chadh gayi.
Wo bilkul mere saamne khadi thi.Aaj usne ek simple light yellow salwar suit pehna hua tha.Kurta thoda tight tha, isliye uske bade, bhare hue chuche (boobs) kurta ke kapde ko zor se khicnh rahe the. Dono chuche ek dusre se chipke hue the aur har saans ke saath halke-halke upar-neeche ho rahe the. Kurta ke upar se hi bra ka shape aur doodh ki golai saaf dikhai de rahi thi.
Jab wo plate rakhne ke liye thoda jhuki, toh uske bade chuche aage ki taraf latak gaye. Cleavage gehra ho gaya aur andar ki gori skin halki si jhaankne lagi.
Main khana khate hue uske chuche ghur raha tha.
Saima seedhi khadi ho gayi.Ab meri nazar neeche chali gayi — uski moti gaand. Salwar ka patla kapda uski gaand par tight chipka hua tha. Dono gaand ke hisse alag-alag aur bahut bhare hue dikhte the. Jab wo khadi thi toh gaand itni moti aur gol lag rahi thi ki haath lagaane ka mann kar raha tha.
Main chupchaap khana khane laga lekin aankhein baar-baar uske boobs aur gaand par ja rahi thi.Kabhi uske tight chuche, kabhi uski moti gaand ko ghurta.
Saima ko ye mehsoos ho gaya tha।
Pehle toh wo thodi der wahi khadi rahi, phir usne dheere se apna dupatta theek kiya aur boobs par thoda sa adjust kiya.Lekin kuch boli nahi.Uski aankhein neeche ki taraf thi. Chehra thoda laal ho gaya tha, lekin wo wahan se nahi hati.
Main ne ek roti todte hue phir uski gaand ki taraf dekha.Wo palti aur kitchen ki taraf jaane lagi.Jaate waqt uski moti gaand hilti hui dikhi — har kadam ke saath dono hisse alag-alag hil rahe the.
Saima darwaze tak pahunchi, phir ek baar peeche mud kar mujhe dekha. Hamari nazrein mil gayi.Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas ek pal dekha aur phir dheere se kamre se bahar chali gayi.
Khana khate waqt bhi main baar-baar soch raha tha —
Saali kitni tight maal hai… chuche itne bade hain ki ek haath mein nahi aayenge… gaand itni moti hai ki pakad ke zor se dabaane ka mann karta hai…
Khana khane ke baad main bistar par let gaya.Kamra andar se band tha.
Lekin mera dimag bilkul pagal sa ho gaya tha.
Baar-baar wohi photo mere aankhon ke saamne aa rahi thi jo Bhola ne dikhayi thi — kurti upar karke chuchiyan dikhaati hui ladki… background mera ghar ka kamra… mirror… deewar… sab kuch bilkul same.
Main sochne laga— kya sach mein wo Saima hai? Kya meri bahu Bhola se baat kar rahi hai? Kya wo usko apni photos bhej rahi hai… aisi gandi photos?
Jab ye khayal aaya toh dil mein gussa bhi aaya. Mere ghar mein… meri bahu… koi aur mard sendh maar raha hai? Aur wo bhi mere hi mohalle ka Bhola?
Maine socha — abhi uthun, Saima ko bulaun aur seedha poochun ki ye sab kya chal raha hai.Usse sab rokne ka bolun.
Lekin… dil ke ek hisse se ek aur awaaz aa rahi thi।
“Jo ho raha hai… dekh toh sahi aage kya hota hai…”
Ye soch kar mera gussa kam ho gaya. Dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur garamahat hone lagi.Main bistar par let kar aankhein band kiye hue tha, lekin dimag mein sirf Saima thi — uski moti gaand, bade chuche.
Mera haath dheere se payjama ke andar chala gaya। Lund pehle se hi thoda sakht tha। Maine usko pakad liya aur dheere-dheere masalne laga.
Sochne laga— agar wo sach mein Bhola se baat kar rahi hai… toh kya wo usko aur photos bhejegi? Kya Bhola usko milne ki koshish kar raha hai? Kya ek din wo dono…
Ye sochte hi mera lund poora khada ho gaya। Maine use tez-tez hilana shuru kar diya।
“Saali Saima… kitni garam hai tu.. Kisi gair mard se baat karti hai tu.. Apne nange pic bhej rahi uski kutiya…”
Haath tez ho gaya। Lund garam aur sakht tha.Topa se paani nikal raha tha.
Main aankhein band kiye sochne laga — agar Bhola usko chodne lage… uski moti gaand pakad ke… uske bade chuche dabaye… aur wo siskiyan bhare…aur phir main bhi..
Ye sab sochte hue mera haath aur tez chalne laga. Poora sharir garam ho raha tha.
Thodi der mein hi Maine tez-tez hilane laga aur ek zor ki jhatke ke saath mera maal nikal gaya — pant ke andar aur haath par bhi.
Saans tez chal rahi thi। Main wahi let kar reh gaya।
Ab dimag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghum raha tha — kya wo ladki sach mein Saima hai ? Aur agar hai… toh main aage kya karunga?
Shaam ko main bahar nikla.Garmi thodi kam ho gayi thi.Main mohalle ki gali mein dheere-dheere ghum raha tha jab nazar Bhola par padi.Wo ek purane ped ke paas khada tha aur mobile mein busy tha.
Main uske paas pahuncha to Bhola ne mujhe dekh kar muskurate hue kaha,
“Arre Ahmad bhai… tu bhi aa gaya?”
Main ne sir hila kar bola,
“Haan yaar, ghar mein baith ke bore ho gaya tha.Tu kya kar raha hai yahan?”
Bhola ne thoda muskurate hue mobile dikha diya aur dheere se bola,
“Bas usi ladki se baat kar raha tha… jis ke baare mein dopahar mein bata raha tha.”
Maine hairani se poocha,
“Abhi bhi baat ho rahi hai? Dikha toh zara… kya baat ho rahi hai?”
Bhola ne thoda idhar-udhar dekha aur phir chat khol kar mujhe mobile de diya।
Main ne chat padhna shuru kiya।
Bhola ne likha tha:
“Meri jaan aaj bahut yaad aa rahi hai teri… teri wo moti gaand aur bade chuche… kab tak tadpaayegi mujhe?”
Udhar se reply tha:
“Shhh… aisi baatein mat likho… koi dekh lega”
Bhola:
“Arre dekh le… main toh abhi bhi us photo ko dekh kar muth maar raha tha jo tune kal bheji thi.Teri choochiyan bahut zabardast hain… ek baar muh mein le lun toh poora din chusun… bata kab mil rahi hai?”
Ladki:
“Ghar wale hain… bahut mushkil hai… aap aise mat likho na… sharm aa rahi hai”
Bhola:
“Sharmati hai meri jaan par photos toh bhej deti hai… aaj bhi bhej na… thodi si aur dikha… main pagal ho raha hoon teri choot ke liye…”
Usne sirf ek emoji bheja tha —
Main chat padhte hue andar se garam aur hairan ho raha tha.Bhola ne mujhe dekha aur hans ke bola,
“Kaisi hai ladki? Bol na… kitni sharmili hai par andar se kitni garam hai… ”
Maine confirm karne ke liye kaha,
“Photo maang na usse… dekh toh sahi asli mein kaisi hai”
Bhola ne turant likh diya:
“Jaan ek photo bhej na… bas ek… bahut mann kar raha hai dekhne ko.”
Thodi der baad us ne ek photo bhej di.
Bhola ne mujhe dikha diya.
Photo kitchen mein li gayi thi. Us ne apni salwar suit ka kurta upar kiya hua tha, bra ke upar se dono bade chuche dabaye hue the.Face bilkul nahi dikh raha tha, sirf gardan ke neeche tak tha. Lekin kapde… light yellow salwar suit… wo hi suit jo Saima ne dopahar mein pehna tha jab wo mujhe khana de rahi thi.
Main turant pahchan gaya — ye Saima hi thi.
Mera haath mobile pakde thoda kaanp gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.Lekin maine bahar se kuch nahi dikhne diya. Halki awaaz mein bola,
“Haan yaar… bahut tight maal hai.Doodh toh bahut bade hain.Tu lucky hai… jaldi se milne ka intezam kar.”
Bhola ne khush hokar kaha,
“Bas mauka chahiye bhai… ek baar mil gayi na toh main isko poori randi ki tarah chodunga”
Main mobile wapas kar diya aur thodi der aur baat karke wahan se nikal aaya.
Ghar ki taraf jaate hue mera dimag poora ulajh gaya tha.
Saima… meri bahu… Bhola se aisi gandi baatein kar rahi hai aur photos bhej rahi hai
Andar se gussa bhi aa raha tha aur ek ajeeb si garamahat bhi ho rahi thi.
Shaam ko garmi ki wajah se Main chhat par chai pine chala gaya.Chhat par purana plastic ka chair aur chhota stool pada tha. Maine chair par baith kar chai ka cup haath mein liya aur dheere-dheere peene laga aur saima ke baare me sochne laga.
Tabhi chhat ke darwaze se **Ayesha** upar aa gayi.
Wo abhi bhi pink salwar-kurti mein thi. Dupatta uske kandhe par dheela latka hua tha.Ayesha chhat par dheere-dheere ghumne lagi thi, shayad thodi hawa lene ke liye.
Main wahi baitha usko ghur raha tha.
Ayesha jab seedhi chal rahi thi tab uske bade bade boobs kurti ke tight kapde mein bahut ubhar kar dikhte the.Har kadam ke saath dono chuche halke-halke hil rahe the. Kurti ka kapda itna patla aur tight tha ki bra ka shape bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Doodh itne bhare hue the ki beech mein gehra line ban gaya tha.
Jab wo mudti thi aur peeth ki taraf hoti thi, toh uski gaand salwar mein bahut moti aur gol dikhti thi.Salwar ka kapda uski gaand par tight chipka hua tha.Dono gaand ke hisse alag-alag aur lachakte hue dikh rahe the.Jab wo dheere se chalti, gaand ka hilna bahut sexy lag raha tha..
Main chai peete-peete bina palak jhapkaye usko dekhta raha. Nazar kabhi uske bade boobs par, kabhi moti gaand par, kabhi uske mote gulabi hont par atak rahi thi.
Ayesha thodi der chhat par idhar-udhar ghumti rahi.Ek baar wo railing ke paas gayi aur jhuk kar neeche dekhne lagi.Us waqt uske boobs railing par halke se dab gaye aur aur bhi ubhar kar bahar aa gaye.Kurti ke upar se unki golai aur bharpur pan saaf dikh raha tha.
Mera lund payjama ke andar dheere-dheere khada hone laga.
Ayesha ne ek baar peeche mud kar meri taraf dekha. Hamari nazrein mil gayi.Main turant chai ki taraf dekhne laga jaise ki main kuch aur dekh raha hoon.
Main wahi baitha raha।.Chai khatam ho chuki thi, lekin main utha nahi.Nazar abhi bhi Ayesha ke bade boobs, moti gaand aur uske sexy mote hont par thi.
Shaam ki halki hawa mein uski salwar-kurti thodi si lapat rahi thi, jo uske figure ko aur bhi zyada sexy bana rahi thi.
Main chupchaap baitha usko dekhta raha… Meri sexy beti ayesha.
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