Mumbai. Baarish ka mausam. Meri biwi Priya apne maayke gayi hui thi — uski maa ki tabiyat kharab thi. Main akela tha. Flat mein, chaar deewaron ke beech.
Doorbell baji. Maine socha courier hoga. Darwaza khola. Aur hosh udd gaye.
Riya. Priya ki chhoti behen. Lekin aaj kuch alag lag rahi thi. Baal geele the baarish ki wajah se. Ek white shirt — poori chipki hui badan se. Neeche jeans — Honthon pe woh smile. Woh dangerous smile.
“Kya hua Jiju? Paagal ho gaye kya dekh kar?” usne kaha, suitcase andar dhakelte hue.
“Tu… tu yahan kaise?” mainne pucha.
“Hostel ki chhutti hai. Didi ne kaha tha ki chutti Mein aana. Toh main Surprise dene Aa gayi,”
woh andar aayi, aur mere kaan ke paas. Uski saans mere gaal pe mehsoos hui. Garam. Main peeche hat gaya.
“Andar aa… aa ja,” mainne kaha, ghabraahat mein.
Woh ander Aa gayi. Aur Sofa par baithi. Pair phaila ke. Shirt ke button… pehle se hi khule hue the. Andar ka scene dikh raha tha. Black bra. Lace wali.
Main jaldi se kitchen mein gaya. Paani peene. Taki apne aap ko Control kar sakoon.
“Jiju! Paani laana mere liye bhi!” usne chillaya.
Main lekar aaya. Usne glass liya. Aur peete hue mujhe dekha. Aankhen ghuma ghuma ke. Neeche se upar. Upar se neeche. Mere lund pe ruki.
“Kya hua Jiju? Kuch khada ho gaya kya?” woh muskurayi.
“Kya… kya bakwaas kar rahi hai?” mainne kaha.
“Arre wohi jo main dekh rahi houn. Aap ki jeans mein tent bana hua hai,” woh hansi. “Didi ki Yaad Aa rahi hai kya?”
“Riya! Ye koi tarika hai baat karne ki?” mainne gussa se bola.
“Kyun? Sach bol rahi houn. Mard ho. Zaroorat hai. Didi nahi hai. Toh automatic khada hoga nahi? kahin mujhe dekh kar toh nahi hua na?” woh bolte huye uthi. Mere paas aayi. “Main houn na. Problem kya hai?”
Main peeche hat gya. Woh aage aayi. Deewar se laga diya mujhe.
“Kya… kya kar rahi ho?” mainne bola.
“Wohi jo aapko karna chahiye,” woh boli, haath mere seene pe rakha. “Dekho aap, kitni tez dhadkan ho gayi hai. Dar rahe ho? Ya excited ho?”
Main kuch nahi bola. Bas dekh raha tha. Yeh ladki… yeh ladki mujhe deewar se laga ke khadi thi. Aur main… main uske Saamne Kamzor pad raha tha.
“Jiju,” woh halki awaaz mein boli, “mere Saath bhi karo na, jo didi ke sath karte ho.”
Mera dil ruk gaya. “Tu… tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?”
“haan, pagal ho gayi houn. Tumhare liye?,” woh boli, aur apna haath mere lund pe rakh diya.
Main jhatke se hil gaya. “Riya! Ye galat hai!”
“Galat?” woh hansi. “Galat toh tab hota jab main zabardasti karti. Lekin ye toh pahle se hi khada hai. Pura Tayyar hai. Aur aap bol rahe ho galat hai. Jhooth bol rahe ho mujh se.”
Woh mere honton ke paas aayi. “Chup raho. Main kiss kar rahi houn.”
Aur usne kar diya. Poora. Zor se. Jeev andar daal kar Choosne lagi. Mere hont.
“Jiju… mera poora weekend hai. Didi nahi aayegi. Sirf main. Aur aap. Samjhe?” woh kaan mein bol rahi thi.
Main pagal ho chuka tha. Mera dimaag keh raha tha rok ye galat hai. Lekin jism… jism toh pehle hi haar chuka tha.
Maine use pakad liya. Poora zor se. Ulta use Deewar se laga diya.
“Ab meri baari,” mainne kaha.
“Oohh… Jiju garam ho gaye!” woh hansi.
Maine uski shirt ke button tode. Poori shirt faad di. Usne cheekhi. Lekin mazaa aa raha tha usko.
“Meri shirt! Mahangi thi! Jiju” woh chillayi.
“Chup. Main nayi dilwa dunga,” mainne kaha, aur uski bra bhi faad di.
Uske doodh poora saamne aa gaya. Gol gol. Tight. Laal nipples. Main choosne laga. Zor zor se. Daant se kaat raha tha.
“Ahhh… Jiju… dard ho raha hai! Aram se karo na” woh chillayi.
“Saali hain na tu. Dard toh hoga,” mainne kaha.
Yeh sunkar… Woh aur garam ho gayi.
“Haan… hoon main aapki Saali. Aaj mujhe didi wala Pyaar do. Jo jo didi ke sath karte ho. aaj mere sath karo apni saali ke sath,” woh bolne lagi.
Maine uski jeans kholi. Neeche ki. Panty ke saath niche sarka di. wo Poori nangi ho gayi.
Usne apne haath se chut ko chupa liya. uske chahre par ek sharm thi.
Maine uska Haath pakda aur bola, “ab kiyoun chupa rahi ho. tumne hi uksaya hai ab pura karne do.”
Usne mujhe apni baahon Mein bhinch liya. “Ab Ander dal do Jiju. Mere ander khujli ho rahi hai,” usne mere kaan ke pass kaha.
Maine uski chut pe Haath rakha aur pucha, “yahan khujli ho rahi hai.”
Usne taangein faila li aur boli, “yahin lekin ander ho rahi hai.”
Uski chut ko sahlaya wo tadapne lagi. jaise machli ho begair Paani ke.
“Jiju ander dalo na please aise mat karo.”
Maine usko niche kiya aur bola, “jo jo tumhari didi karti hai. wo karo Phir ander dalunga.”
Maine apna lund nikaala. Poora khada. Motaa. Uske munh ke paas lga diya.
“Pehle iska swaad lo,” mainne kaha.
Usne ek pal mujhe dekha aur Usne munh khola. Poora andar lekar Choosne lagi. Jeev se ghuma rahi thi. Upar neeche. Andar bahar.
“Ahhh… sahi hai tu,” mainne kaha.
Woh hansi. Munh se nikaala. “Ab andar daalo gey. Jaldi.”
“Nahi abhi nahi.,” ye sunte hi usne Phir se lund ko chusne lagi. kabhi tej tej chusti. kabhi pura ander tak le jaati. main uska Baal pakad kar apne lund pe dba deta. uski aakhen badi ho jaati.
Achanak usne lund ko munh se nikala aur hafte huye boli, “Jiju ab aur bardast nahi hota ab Ander dalo mujhe apna bna lo.”
Maine uski taangein apne kandhe pe rakhi. angle perfect tha. Aur Ek dhakka zoor se.
“Ahhhh… maaderchod… Faad diya tune!” woh chillayi.
“Chilla mat. Deewar patli hai. Koi sun lenge,” mainne kaha.
“Toh aram se chod na. main koi Randi nahi houn tumhari.”
Acha thik hai aram se karunga ab. aur maine dhere dhere lund uski chut Mein pura daal diya. usne haath se meri peeth ko zoor se apne taraf khinch liya. main waise hi ruk gya.
Kuch pal Baad usne mujhe dekha aur boli “dhere dhere chodo.”
Main usko dhere dhere chodne laga. “Saali… meri Saali… kitni garam hai tu,” mainne kaha.
“Haan… hoon main garam. Tumse marwane ke liye hi aayi thi. Ab zor se. Chodo. Poora ander tak chodo,” woh bolne lagi.
Main pura tez ho gaya. Pura jor laga ke chodne lga. Woh bhi mujhe dekh kar. Chudwa rahi thi.
“Jiju… main… main jhadne waali houn,” woh boli.
“Ruk. Saath mein karenge,” mainne kaha.
Main aur tez ho gaya. Dono saansein tez. Aur tez tez dhakke maarne lga.
“Ahhh… aa gaya… aa gayi main!” woh cheekhi.
Aur main bhi… main bhi jhad gaya. Hum dono ki sanse bahot tej chal rahi thi.
Usne aankhe kholi aur boli Jiju, “bathroom Mein chalte hai.”
“Kya? …Ab bathrom Mein kya?.”
“Dono sath Mein nahayengey,” usne mera hath pakda aur khinch ke bathrom Mein lekar chali gayi.
Shower on kiya. Paani garam aa raha tha. Steam upar uth raha tha.
“Yahan… yahan main aapko nahlaungi,” woh boli.
Hum dono shower ke niche dono nange khade the.
Woh mere upar shower gel lagane lagi. Poora badan. Haath neeche se upar. Mere lund pe zyada gel. Sehla rahi thi.
“Phir se khada ho gaya?” usne muskurate huye kaha.
“Tu hai toh hoga na,” mainne kaha.
Woh ghoomi. Apni peeth dikhai. “Peeche se karo.”
Main samajh gaya. Doggy style.
Maine uski kamar pakdi. Aur usko Jhukaya. Paani upar se gir raha tha.
Maine lund rakha. Peeche se. Ek dhakka. Poora lund andar chala gya.
“Ahhhh… oohhh… alag feel hai!” woh boli.
Main chodne laga. Peeche se. Zor zor se. Paani aur awaaz. Dono mix ho rahe the.
“Jiju… aur zor se. Maar. Kutiya hun aapki. Chodo mujhe,” woh bol rahi thi.
Main dhakke marta raha. Aur uski Gaand pe thappad bhi mar raha tha.
“Maaro… aur maaro… haan… aise,” woh chillayi.
Main poora charam par tha. Maine uske baal pakad kar. Peeche khincha. Aur zor se chodne lga.
“Jiju… main phir se… aa gayi!” woh cheekhi.
Main bhi jhadne wala tha. to maine aur kuch dhakke maare. aur uski chut main hi jhad gya.
Phir hum nha ke bahar aaye. khana order kiya aur dono ne aram se khana khaya. Her time aise hi nange the. Usne pakde panne hi nahi diya.
Raat ho gayi thi. Hum dono bed pe the. Thake hue. Nange… Ek dusre ke baahon mein.
“Ek baar aur?” usne pucha, mere seene pe ungli ghumaate hue.
“Tu nahi thakti?” mainne pucha.
“Main thakti huyi hun. Lekin mujhe man kar raha hai,” muskurate huye boli.
Main utha. Usne kaha, “Is baar… is baar main upar rahungi. Tu neeche.”
Main samajh gaya. Cowgirl position.
Main let gya. Wo mere upar chad gayi. Apne haath se lund pakda. Aur Apni chut pe rakha. Aur baith gayi. Dhire dhire pura andar chala gya.
“Ahhhh… yeh… yeh sabse best hai,” woh boli.
Woh hilne lagi. Upar neeche. Aage peeche. Poora control uske haath mein tha. Main bas dekh raha tha. Uske doodh hilte hue. Uski shakal mazee mein.
“Jiju… tu dekh raha hai? Dekh… dekh kaise teri Saali teri sawari kar rahi hai,” woh bol rahi thi.
Main uski kamar pakad liya. Aur Zor se hilne laga. Upar se niche tak.
“Ahhh… saath mein… saath mein karte hain,” woh boli.
Main hilta raha. Woh bhi. Dono saath mein. Poora rhythm. Ke sath chudai chal rahi thi.
“Ab… ab… ab!” woh chillayi.
Uski raftar dhire dhire kam ho gayi. uski chut ne Paani chod diya tha. aur mere lund ne bhi hum dono sath main jhad chuke the.
Woh gir gayi mere upar. Poora badan chipka hua. Saansein tez. Dil ek dusre ke paas.
“Jiju…” woh halki awaaz mein boli.
“Hmm?”
“Yeh… yeh sirf do din ka nahi hai. Yeh hamesha rahega. Samjhe?” woh boli.
“Priya ko pata nahi chalna chahiye,” mainne kaha.
“Usse kya pata chalega? Main uski behen houn. Woh mujhpe bharosa karti hai. Aur ab… ab main tujhpe bhi bharosa karungi. Secret rakhenge. Dono milkar,” woh boli.
Maine usse pakad liya. Kas ke. Poori raat waisi hi soye. Nange. Ek dusre ke baahon mein.
Happy reading—and enjoy the dark.