Raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Ghar mein sab so chuke the – jijaji tour pe gaye hue, mummy-papa apne room mein. Kitchen mein sirf Priya bhabhi thi – 28 ki, gori-chitti, badi-badi choochiyan jo blouse mein mushkil se sambhal paati, aur gaand itni bhari ki saree mein hilti nazar aati.
Main, Rohan – devar, 24 ka, gym wala ladka. Lund hamesha khada rehta jab bhabhi paas hoti. Aaj bhi, jab woh chai bana rahi thi, main peeche se aa gaya. Kamar pe haath rakh diya.
"Bhabhi… itni raat ko kya kar rahi ho?" maine kaan mein whisper kiya.
Priya ka badan kaanp gaya. "Rohan… jaa so ja… jijaji kal aa jayenge."
Lekin uski awaaz mein woh tadap thi jo mujhe pata thi. Main peeche chipak gaya, mera khada lund uski gaand pe feel ho raha tha. Saree ke upar se hi garam gaand ko daba diya.
"Aah… Rohan… mat kar… koi dekh lega…"
"Kaun dekhega bhabhi? Sab so rahe hain." Maine blouse ke andar haath daala, bra ke upar se choochiyon ko masla. Nipples already hard the. "Dekho, kitni garam ho gayi ho."
Priya ne gas band kiya, palat kar mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein sharam aur lust dono. "Tu pagal hai… yeh galat hai…"
"Galat tab hota jab tu mana karti, bhabhi." Maine uske honthon pe apne honth rakh diye. Zor se chuma. Uski jeebh mere muh mein aa gayi. Hum dono ek dusre ko choosne lage jaise bhookhe.
Maine saree upar uthayi, petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties pe haath rakha – bilkul geeli thi. "Bhabhi… itna pani… mera lund dekhne se hi tapak rahi ho?"
Priya ne sharma kar sar jhuka liya. "Chup… zor se mat bol…"
Maine panties side kiya, ungli se chut ko chheda. Ek ungli andar – tight thi, garam thi. "Aahhh… Rohan… dheere…"
"Dheere nahi bhabhi. Aaj pura lund ghusedunga." Do ungliyan daal di, andar-bahar karne laga. Chut se chik-chik awaaz aa rahi thi. Priya ne muh daba liya moan rokne ke liye.
Phir pajama neeche kiya. Mera 7 inch mota lund bahar, supara red, veins dikhti hui. Priya ne dekha to aankhen badi. "Itna bada… Rohan… nahi jaayega…"
"Jaayega bhabhi. Aur maze se lega." Maine usko counter pe jhukaya, saree-petticoat upar karke gaand pe thappad maara. "Apni gaand faila bhabhi."
Priya ne sharma kar bhi faila di. Chut bilkul khuli, pink aur geeli. Maine lund ka supara chut pe ragda. "Bol bhabhi… chahiye mera lund?"
"Haan… chahiye… daal de jaldi…" Priya tadap rahi thi.
Ek jhatke mein pura lund ghusa diya. "Aaaahhhhh… behenchod… kitni tight hai teri chut!"
Priya chillayi, muh pe haath rakh liya. "Zor se mat… aaaah… mar jaungi…"
Main pump karne laga – zor-zor se. Kitchen mein awaazein gunj rahi thi – thap-thap, chik-chik, Priya ke moans. "Chodo… Rohan… zor se chodo… teri bhabhi ki chut faad de…"
Maine choochiyan pakdi, dabate hue peeche se dhakke maare. "Bhabhi… teri chut mera lund kha rahi hai… kitna garam pani nikal raha hai…"
Priya peeche mud kar dekha, aankhen laal. "Andar hi jhad dena… bhar de meri chut… baby de de mujhe…"
Yeh sun kar control khatam. Speed badha di, zor-zor se thokne laga. "Le… le bhabhi… mera maal… aaahhh!"
Ek zor ka jhatka aur andar hi jhad gaya. Garam-garam maal uski chut mein bhar diya. Priya bhi saath mein jhad gayi – chut ne lund daba diya, pani bahar tapakne laga.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Lund bahar nikala – maal aur chut ka mix bahar nikal raha tha, janghon pe beh raha tha.
Priya ne palat kar chuma. "Ab ja… warna mummy-papa jaag jayenge."
Lekin aankhon mein abhi bhook thi. "Kal raat phir… rasoi mein?"
Priya muskurayi. "Haan… lekin agli baar gaand mein try karenge."
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