Aur woh “kuch” mere ghar mein hi tha. Mere sasur ke roop mein. Koyla ki kaali chaadar mein lipta, ek aisa mard jo mujhe chakhna chahta tha, aur main… main uska swaad lena chahti thi.
Bas ab thodi der aur. Phir… phir yeh Gonda ki bahu, apne sasur ki ho jaayegi. Poori tarah. Har tarah.
Gonda Ki Garmi – Part 1: Chingariyan
Ab Aage…
Samay beet raha tha. Gonda ki garmi aur bhi tez ho gayi thi. July ka mahina tha, aur baarish ke baad ki woh garmi jo hadd se zyada sataati hai. Meri halat bhi waise hi thi. Main apne sasur ke aur kareeb aana chahti thi, par darr bhi lagta tha. Yeh darr kya tha? Sharam? Samajh? Ya phir bas woh dar jo har aurat ko hota hai jab woh apni limits todna chahti ho?
Roz ki routine ban gayi thi. Subah uthna, ghar ka kaam, saas se baatein, aur phir intezaar… shaam ka, jab Rajesh ka phone aata tha.
Uss din kuch alag tha. Rajesh ne video call kiya. Woh apne room mein the, aur main apne kamre mein. Maine wohi pink nighty pehni thi, jo thodi si transparent thi aur meri body ka shape dikhti thi.
“Priya, aaj kuch alag karte hain,” Rajesh ne kaha screen par. Unki awaaz mein kuch tharak thi.
“Kya?” maine pucha, apne baal sahlaty hue.
“Tum apne kapde utaro. Main bhi utarta hoon. Aaj poori nangi baat karte hain,” woh bola.
Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Waise to humne kayi Baar ye sab kiya tha. par aaj… aaj mujhe kuch alag lag raha tha.
Maine dheere se apni nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Meri shoulders nangi ho gayi. Phir maine nighty upar ki, aur apni bra bhi utaar di. Meri breasts free ho gayi. Camera ke saamne.
“Wah… Priya… kitni mast lag rahi hai tu,” Rajesh ki saansein tez ho gayi.
“Ab aapki baari,” maine kaha, sharam ke maare laal ho gayi.
Rajesh ne apni shirt utari. Phir shorts. Aur phir… underwear. Unka lund camera ke saamne tha. Hard, erect, par mujhe pata tha ki yeh unka poora size nahi tha. Maine sasurji ka dekha tha… woh alag level ka tha.
“Ungli karo apni. Jaise main kar raha hoon,” Rajesh ne kaha, aur apne haath se apne lund ko pakad liya.
Maine apna haath apni breasts par rakha. Dabaya. Masla. Meri nipples hard ho gayi. Phir mera haath neeche chala gaya. Meri nighty ke andar. Panty ke andar. Main already gili thi.
“Dikhao… poora dikhana mujhe,” Rajesh keh raha tha, apna haath tezi se chala raha tha.
Maine apni nighty poori upar kar di. Ab main poori nangi thi camera ke saamne. Meri thighs failayi, aur apni ungli andar daali.
“Aah…” nikla mere munh se. Pehli baar itni zor se. Pehli baar itna maza aa raha tha video call mein.
“Haan… aise hi… aur zor se karo,” Rajesh chillaya.
Hum dono apne apne haath se kaam kar rahe the. Screen par ek doosre ko dekh ke. Main apni ungli andar bahar kar rahi thi, aur Rajesh apna lund hila raha tha. Tezi se. Bohot tezi se.
“Mujhe jhadne wala hoon… tu bhi jhad ja,” Rajesh ne kaha.
Main aur tezi se apni ungli karne lagi. Meri aankhein band thi. Main soch rahi thi… main soch rahi thi ki kaash yeh Rajesh na hoke… kaash yeh sasurji hote. Kaash woh yahin hote, mere saamne, mere upar.
“Aah… Rahul… nahi… Pratap… ji…” maine kuch bola, aur khud hi confused ho gayi ki maine kya kaha.
“Kya? Maine kya kaha? Priya?” Rajesh ne pucha, par woh bhi climax pe tha.
“Kuch nahi… bas… aah… aa gayi… aa gayi main…” maine chillaya, aur meri body vibrate hone lagi.
Main jhad gayi. Poori tarah. Meri thighs kap kapane lagi. Aur usi waqt, Rajesh bhi jhad gaya. Uska maal uske haath mein tha, screen par dikh raha tha.
Hum dono saans le rahe the. Poori body pasina pasina. Main bed par leti thi, camera ke saamne abhi bhi nangi.
“Priya… tu toh aaj alag level par thi,” Rajesh ne kaha.
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas saans le rahi thi. Meri aankhein band thi. Phir dheere se khuli.
Aur meri nazar mere kamre ke darwaze par gayi.
Darwaza… darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Sirf ek inch. Par kaafi tha.
Mera dil ruk sa gaya. Kya… kya kisi ne dekha? Maine turant apni nighty neeche ki. Camera band kiya. Aur uthi.
Mere paanv zameen par pade. Main darwaze ki taraf gayi. Dheere se. Kisi awaaz ke bina.
Darwaze se jhank ke dekha. Corridor mein koi nahi tha. Par… par sasurji ke kamre se roshni aa rahi thi. Unka darwaza bhi thoda sa khula tha.
Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Saas toh so rahi thi na?
Maine apne paanv uthaye. Dheere dheere chalne lagi. Corridor mein. Floor ke tiles thande the mere paanvon ke neeche.
Jaise hi main sasurji ke kamre ke paas pahunchi, main ruk gayi. Darwaze ka darar se andar dekhne ki koshish ki.
Maine jo dekha… main woh kabhi nahi bhool sakti.
Sasurji… mere sasur Pratap Tiwari… bed par the. Aur unke upar… unke upar meri saas Shanti Devi thi. Nangi. Poori tarah nangi.
Woh… woh unhe chod rahe the. Doggy style mein. Saas ki peeth meri taraf thi, aur sasurji unke peeche the. Unka lund… wohi lund jo maine bathroom mein dekha tha… ab meri saas ki chut mein tha.
“Pratap… bas… bas karo… bahot ho gaya…” saas ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Dheemi si, thaki hui.
Sasurji ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas unki kamar tezi se chal rahi thi. Thap thap thap… awaazein aa rahi thi. Unki thighs saas ki thighs se takra rahi thi.
“Ruko… main thak gayi… mera ho gaya… ab ruk jaao…” saas ne kaha, aur aage jhukne ki koshish ki.
Par sasurji ne unki kamar pakdi. Zor se. “Ruk mat… abhi nahi… thodi der aur…” unki awaaz bharri thi, tez saanson mein.
“Nahi… please… kaise chodte ho tum… mera ho gaya… ab ruk jaao…” saas kehti rahi, par woh zyada zor se resist nahi kar rahi thi.
Sasurji unhe chodte rahe. Unki speed aur tez ho gayi. Unki chhati saas ki peeth se takra rahi thi. Main wahin darwaze par khadi thi, dekh rahi thi. Meri saansein ruk si gayi thi.
Yeh galat tha. Bahot galat. Apne maa baap ko aise dekhna… par yeh mere sasur the. Aur meri saas. Aur main… main wohi bahu thi jisko unke sasur ki zaroorat thi.
Main hil nahi pa rahi thi. Meri body jam si gayi thi. Par meri aankhein… meri aankhein chipki hui thi us scene par.
Sasurji ka badan pasina pasina tha. Unki muscles tense thi. Unki gaand squeeze ho rahi thi jab woh thrust karte. Aur unka lund… andar bahar ho raha tha. Meri saas ki chut se awaazein aa rahi thi. Chip chip ki.
“Bas… bas… ab nahi… please…” saas kehti rahi.
Par sasurji ruke nahi. Unhone aur zor se pakda saas ko. Aur final thrust mein… unhone apna poora lund andar daala. Saas ne ek awaaz nikali. Dard se, ya satisfaction se, pata nahi.
Sasurji wahin ruke. Unki body vibrate hui. Main jaanti thi ki woh jhad gaye hain. Andar hi. Meri saas ke andar.
Kuch pal baad, sasurji ne apna lund bahar nikala. Woh glistening tha, fluids se bhara hua. Saas aage gir gayi bed par. Thakkar se.
Sasurji unke upar se hatake, side mein late gaye. Unki chhati upar neeche ho rahi thi. Saans tez thi. Aur unka lund… abhi bhi semi-hard tha, unke pet par pada hua.
Main wahin khadi thi. Poori body kaanp rahi thi. Mere haath… mere haath apne aap meri nighty ke andar chale gaye the. Meri panty ke andar.
Main already wet thi. Bohot zyada. Pehli baar itni zyada. Kisi aur ko chodte hue dekh ke.
Maine apni ungli andar daali. Dheere se. Main dar rahi thi ki koi awaaz na ho jaaye. Par khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thi. Main apni ungli andar bahar karne lagi. Chupke se. Darwaze ke peeche se.
Main sasurji ko dekh rahi thi. Unki aankhein band thi. Woh so nahi rahe the, bas saans le rahe the. Unka badan… woh badan jisko main chhuna chahti thi… woh wahin tha, nanga, exposed.
Main apni ungli tezi se karne lagi. Meri saansein tez ho gayi thi. Main control karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par nahi ho pa raha tha.
“Aah…” ek halki si awaaz nikli mere munh se.
Main dar gayi. Maine turant ungli bahar nikali. Aur bhaagi. Apne kamre ki taraf. Chupke se. Paanv halki awaaz mein uthate hue.
Apne kamre mein aake, maine darwaza band kiya. Lock kiya. Aur seedha bed par gir gayi.
Mera dil dhadak raha tha. Meri body garam thi. Aur neeche… neeche aag lagi hui thi.
Maine apni nighty utari. Poori. Bra bhi. Panty bhi. Main poori nangi thi.
Maine apni taangein failayi. Aur dono haathon se apne aap ko chhuna shuru kiya. Pehle breasts. Dabaya. Masla. Phir neeche. Meri chut poori gili thi. Chipchipi.
Maine apni ungli andar daali. Tez. Bohot tez. Dusre haath se main apni clit rub kar rahi thi.
Main soch rahi thi… main soch rahi thi sasurji ko. Unke lund ko. Unke muscles ko. Unhe meri saas ko chodte hue. Unki awaazein. Unki tezi. Unka control.
Main aur tezi se karne lagi. Meri kamar upar uth rahi thi. Bed ki chadar haath mein aa gayi thi. Main usse muh mein dabaye hue thi taaki awaaz na ho.
“Pratap… ji… chodo mujhe… please…” maine kaha. Halki si awaaz mein.
Main jhadne wali thi. Maine mehsoos kiya. Woh wave aa rahi thi.
Aur phir… main jhad gayi. Poori tarah. Meri body vibrate hui. Meri thighs kap kapayi. Aur fluids nikle. Bohot saare.
Main wahin leti rahi. Saans le rahi thi. Par… par mera mann nahi bhara tha. Pehli baar aisa hua tha. Normally ek baar jhadne ke baad main shant ho jaati thi. Par aaj… aaj aur chahiye tha.
Maine phir se apna haath neeche rakha. Phir se ungli andar daali. Phir se shuru kiya.
Is baar main aur zyada wild thi. Main apni hips utha utha ke ungli kar rahi thi. Apne nipples ko daba rahi thi. Main soch rahi thi ki kaash main wahan hoti. Kaash meri jagah saas hoti. Ya phir… unke baad main.
Maine doosri baar jhadne mein zyada waqt nahi lagaya. Main phir se jhad gayi. Aur phir… phir bhi mann nahi bhara.
Maine teesri baar kiya. Is baar main poori thak gayi. Mera haath dard kar raha tha. Par maza aa raha tha.
Jab main teesri baar jhadi, toh meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Satisfaction ke. Ya frustration ke. Pata nahi.
Main wahin nangi hi so gayi. Bed par. Taangein failayi hue. Haath apni chut ke paas. Neend aisi aayi ki kuch pata nahi chala.
Sapna aaya. Main sasurji ke kamre mein thi. Woh mujhe chod rahe the. Saas bhi wahin thi, dekh rahi thi. Par kuch bol nahi rahi thi. Bas dekh rahi thi ki unka pati kaisa chod raha hai unki bahu ko.
Main subah uthi toh dard ho raha tha. Poori body mein. Khas kar neeche. Main uthi, bathroom gayi. Shower liya. Thandi paani ki boondein jab mere garam badan par padi, toh ek ajeeb si feeling hui.
Maine kapde pehne. Normal kapde. Saree. Blouse. Saas neeche thi. Unhone mujhe dekha. Kuch nahi kaha. Par main jaanti thi ki unhe pata nahi tha ki maine kya dekha tha.
Sasurji khaan se lautne waale the. Shaam ko.
Main poora din unka intezaar karti rahi. Man mein woh scene baar baar aa raha tha. Unka lund. Unki thrusts. Unki awaazein. Saas ki request ki woh ruk jaaye, aur unka rukna nahi.
Shaam ko jab woh aaye, toh maine unhe dekha. Koyle se kaale. Thake hue. Par mere liye… mere liye woh ab sirf ek mard the. Ek mard jisse main chahati thi.
“Priya, paani la dena,” unhone kaha.
Main paani leke gayi. Unhone haath dhoye. Mujhe dekha. Meri aankhon mein dekha. Kuch second zyada. Main jaanti thi ki woh soch rahe honge ki main jaanti hoon. Par maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas muskura di.
Woh confuse ho gaye. Unhone nazar hata li.
Raat ko khana khaya hum sab ne. Saas chup thi. Shayad thaki hui thi. Sasurji bhi zyada baat nahi kar rahe the.
Main un dono ko dekh rahi thi. Soch rahi thi ki kal raat yeh dono kya kar rahe the. Aur aaj… aaj raat kya hoga?
Maine socha tha ki main aur wild hongi. Par darr bhi tha. Ki kahin saas jaag na jaaye. Ya phir sasurji mana kar dein.
Par ab raha nahi jaa raha tha. Ab toh main unhe paana hi tha. Chahe jo ho jaaye.
Maine plan banaya. Agle din ka. Saas ko kahin bhejna tha. Ya phir… ya phir kuch aur karna tha.
Sone se pehle, maine apne kapde utare. Aaine ke saamne khadi hui. Apni body dekhi. Mere breasts. Meri kamar. Meri hips. Main khoobsurat thi. Is baat ka mujhe poora yakeen tha.
“Agar kal kuch nahi hua, toh main khud hi unke paas jaungi,” maine aaine mein apni aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha.
Main bed par gayi. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main soch rahi thi… kal kya hoga? Kya main sach mein himmat kar paungi? Ya phir woh scene phir se dekhungi, aur phir se apne haath se kaam chalaungi?
Mujhe nahi pata tha. Par itna pata tha ki ab yeh doori aur bardasht nahi hogi. Ab toh kuch hona hi tha.
Gonda ki raat chup thi. Par mere kamre mein… mere dil mein… ek toofan tha. Jo kal subah… ya kal raat… sab kuch badal dega.
Maine aankhein band ki. Sapno mein… maine sasurji ko dekha. Woh mere paas aaye. Mere kaan mein kuch kaha. Kya kaha? Yeh toh kal hi pata chalega.
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