Hostel wapas aane ke lagbhag ek mahine baad Meera ka message aaya.
“Rohan 15 din ke liye Singapore ja raha hai. Ticket book kar dun. Is baar bahut time hai, aaram se ghum-ghum ke maza lenge.”
Riya aur Priya us raat hostel mein ek hi bed pe thi. Message padhte hi Priya boli, “Yaar isme puchne ki kya baat hai. Ab to lund andar lene ki khujli hone lagi hai. Riya ki ungli se kaam hi nahi chal raha.”
Meera kuch der mein 2 ticket bhej di aur likha — “Aa ja meri raand. Tujhe full maza dungi.”
Riya aur Priya dono ne classes skip kar di. Is baar seedha Meera ke ghar nahi, uske farmhouse gaye jo city se 40 km door tha. Badi kothi, private pool, teen bedrooms, koi padosi nahi.
Meera ne unhen gate pe hi pakad liya. Dono se mili aur boli, “Is baar pehle kuch din hum aaram se ghumenge. Uske baad maza lenge.”
Riya: “Ghum ke bhi to maza le sakte hain.” Kehte hue usne Meera ke boobs zor se daba diye.
Meera: “Tu to lagta hai abhi se mood mein hai.”
Riya: “Haan yaar. Jab se yahan se gayi hoon, ek bhi lund nahi mila. Chut mein aag lagi hui hai.”
Priya: “Yahan koi rehta to nahi hai na?”
Meera: “Uski tension mat le. Saare naukar ki chutti kara di hai. Pandrah din yahan koi nahi aayega.”
Teenon andar aa gayi.
Meera: “Chalo naha lo. Kapde change kar lo, lekin andar kuch mat pehnna.”
Priya: “Kuch nahi pehenna? Nangi hi rehna hai kya abhi se?”
Meera: “Are nahi re. Mera matlab bra aur panty mat pehnna.”
Dono ek saath bathroom mein ghus gayi. Saath nahaaya. Phir waise hi jeans aur t-shirt pehen li. Andar na bra, na panty. T-shirt se unke boobs dikh rahe the, nipples saaf nazar aa rahe the.
Meera unko dekh ke dono ke ek-ek nipple daba di.
“Ab dono lag rahi ho jaise chudwane ke liye aayi ho.”
Priya: “Hum to chudwane ke liye aaye hain. Tu bhi apna nikal.”
Meera unke saamne hi nangi ho gayi. Uski chut chamak rahi thi.
Riya: “Tu to abhi se paani-paani ho rahi hai.”
Meera: “Haan yaar. Jab tak is chut mein lund nahi jata, iski khujli jaati hi nahi. Bas paani chhodti rehti hai.”
Meera ne almaari kholi, ek sexy skirt aur tight top nikaal ke bed pe rakh diya.
Riya dekhte hi boli, “Tu ye pehenegi?”
Meera: “Haan. Yahi pehnungi.”
Riya: “Tu aaj pata nahi kitne lundon ka paani nikalegi.”
Teenon saath mein has padi.
Meera ne top aur skirt pehen liya. Dekhne mein pornstar lag rahi thi, jaise shoot pe jaane wali ho. Riya aur Priya usko dekh hi rahe the.
Meera apni gaand hilate hue gol ghumi.
“Toh batao, kaisi lag rahi hoon?”
Riya: “Ek number ki randi lag rahi hai.”
Priya: “Ghumne ja rahi hai, ya apni chut ki khujli mitane?”
Meera: “Are yaar, soch rahi thi… ghar pe chud-chud ke bore ho gayi hoon. Thoda bahar bhi ghum ke maza lete hain.”
Teenon living room ke sofa pe aa kar baith gayi. Meera dono pair faila ke baithi. Skirt thoda sa upar sarak gaya. Agar koi saamne se dekhta to uski chut zaroor dikh jaati.
Meera ne phone nikaala aur taxi book kar di.
“Taxi aane mein 15 minute lagenge.”
Riya: “Tab tak kya karenge. Mujhe to abhi se man kar raha hai chudwane ko.”
Meera ne beer nikaali, teen glass mein bhari. Teenon ek-ek lekar peene lagi.
“Are meri jaan, thoda control kar. Dekh meri chut to paani chhod rahi hai, lekin control kar rahi hoon na. Waise hi control kar. Phir jab chudwayegi to aur zyada maza aayega.”
Priya ne apni jeans ke beech haath rakh diya.
“Control to kar lungi. Par dekh, t-shirt se meri nipples saaf dikh rahi hain. Jo dekhlega samajh jaayega andar kuch nahi pehna hai.”
Meera: “Wahi to maza hai. Dekhna, sab log humein hi dekhenge.”
Priya: “Mujhe to soch ke hi excitement ho rahi hai. Kitna maza aayega jab hum ghumte hue logon ke lund khade karenge, aur hum unko dekh ke garam honge.”
Meera Riya ki taraf dekh ke boli, “Dekh, Priya samaj gayi. Bas maza lena hai, aur unke lund khade karne hain.”
Tabhi Meera ka phone baja. Uthate hi awaaz aayi, “Madam, aapne cab book ki thi?”
Meera: “Haan. Hum bahar aa rahe hain.”
Teenon bahar nikal gayi. Gate ke bahar gaadi khadi thi. Driver 30 ke around lag raha tha, daadi thodi badi, black shirt. Dekhne mein theek-thaak tha.
Meera ne OTP bataayi. Phir teenon peeche ek-ek karke baith gayi — pehle Riya, phir Meera, uske baad Priya. Teenon pichhli seat pe aaram se fail gayi.
Driver unko tab se dekh raha tha jab se teenon ko dekha tha. Baar-baar. Kabhi peeche mud ke, kabhi sheeshe se, kabhi tirchi nazar.
Kuch hi door gaye the ki Meera boli, “Kya hua bhaiya? Main dekh rahi hoon, aap humko hi dekhe ja rahe ho.”
Driver thoda ghabra gaya. “Nahi madam, main to bas driving kar raha hoon. Main aap logon ko kyun dekhunga.”
Meera has padi. “Aap to dar gaye bhaiya. Waise dekhiye. Dekhne wali cheez hai, dekh ke maza lijiye.”
Driver sharma ke sirf gaadi chalaane laga.
“Aap to sharma gaye. Shaadi ho gayi aapki, ya bas girlfriend se kaam chal raha hai?”
Driver ne aaine mein dekha. “Shaadi ho gayi hai madam.”
Priya peeche se: “Achha. Biwi maanti hai aisi baatein?”
Driver thoda hansaa. “Samajh nahi paaya, aap kya pooch rahi hain.”
Riya: “Matlab aapko pasand hain short skirt wali ladkiyaan, ya wahi jo ghar pe suit pehenti hain?”
Driver ka haath steering pe tight ho gaya. “Madam…” uske muh se bas itna hi nikla.
Meera uski taraf dekh ke boli, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf: “Raat mein apni patni ke saath kuch karte ho, ya bas sharm se room mein hi nahi jaate?”
“Ye aap kaise baat kar rahi hain madam…”
Meera tangen tight karte hue boli, “Hum to aise hi baat karte hain. Lekin tumko humein dekhne mein sharm nahi aa rahi.”
Ye kehte hue usne dono tangein khol di.
Driver ne jab rear-view mirror mein dekha, nazar seedha Meera ki chut par gayi. Tangen kholne ki wajah se dikhne lagi thi.
Meera anjaan banne ka natak karne lagi. “Bhaiya, aage dekh ke gaadi chaliye na. Aisa na ho kahin dekhte huye, kisi ke upar hi gaadi chadhha do.”
Driver: “Madam, rasta hi dekh ke chala raha hoon. Aap tension na lijiye.”
Meera: “Haan… dekh rahi hoon, gaadi achhi chala lete ho. Apni patni ki gaadi kaise chalate ho?”
Driver: “Ye gaadi meri patni ke hi naam pe hai, isliye main hi chalaata hoon.”
Priya Meera ke kaan mein boli, lekin itni tez ki driver sun le:
“Chhod na yaar, isko kuch samajh nahi aa raha tu kya baat kar rahi hai. Meri chut to teri baatein sun ke geeli hone lagi.”
Priya ne Meera ka haath pakad ke apni tangon ke beech rakh diya.
“Dekh, kitni garam ho rahi hai.”
Driver ke chehre pe paseena aa chuka tha. Saari baatein sunayi de rahi thin. Woh kuch bol nahi raha tha — shayad anjaan banne ka natak. Aur sheeshe se baar-baar dekh raha tha.
Meera thoda sa driver ke saamne jhukte hue boli, “Hum thoda sa kuch kaam karein to aapko koi problem nahi hogi na?”
Driver ne sar hilaaya. “Nahi.”
Use kya pata tha Meera kis kaam ki baat kar rahi hai.
Meera apni tangein khol ke waise hi baith gayi. Baithte hi Riya ne uske skirt ke andar haath daal diya.
“Aahhh…” Meera ke muh se awaaz nikal gayi.
Driver ne aaine mein dekha. Meera ne jaan-bujh ke pair aur zyada faila diye. Ye dekhte hi driver khud ko rok nahi paaya.
“Ye aap log kya kar rahe hain?”
Riya hans ke boli, “Tu dekh ke maza le na. Tera bhi to khada ho gaya hoga. Bol to, hum kuch help kar denge.”
Driver kuch nahi bola. Kabhi rasta dekhta, kabhi sheeshe mein.
Priya ne Meera ki chut mein ek ungli daal di, andar-bahar karne lagi. Kuch hi pal Mein do ungliyan daal di. Meera ki saans ruk ke nikli.
“Ahhh… achha lag raha hai tere haath se…”
Driver aaine se dekh raha tha. Ek haath steering pe, doosra jeans ke upar apne lund ko dabaane laga.
Meera uski taraf dekhti hui boli, “Aise kyun daba rahe ho? Nikaal ke dabaao. Hum bhi toh dekhen.”
Driver kuch nahi bola, lekin masalna nahi chhoda.
Meera ne phir kaha, “Bahar nikaal ke hilaao na. Hum bhi to dekhen.”
Driver ne dono haath steering par rakh liye aur saamne dekhne laga.
Meera uthi aur driver ke lund par haath rakh diya. Chain ek jhatke mein khol di. Driver ne turant uska haath pakad ke hata diya.
“Madam aise mat kijiye yahan. Kisi ne dekh liya to jhooth mein phans jaayenge.”
“Tum itna kyun dar rahe ho? Achha, apna bahar nikaalo, main paise zyada dungi taxi ke.” Meera seat pe wapas baithte hue boli.
Chain khul hi chuka tha. Ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha.
Riya: “Dekho na, bechara kaise andar tadap raha hai bahar aane ke liye.”
Priya: “Yaar kyun bechare ko pareshan karke rakha hai. Isko nikaalne ka man nahi hai toh tum apna karo.”
“Jab nikaalne ka man nahi hai toh humko dekh ke masal kyun raha hai?” Bolte hue Meera phir uthi, aur driver ke chain ke andar haath daal diya.
Driver ne underwear pehna hua tha. Usne phir Meera ka haath pakad liya.
“Achha, nikaalta hoon. Aap haath hata lijiye.”
Meera ne haath hata liya. Aur uske gaal pe ek kiss kar di — chhoti si, lekin zor se. Driver kaanp gaya.
Phir driver ne ek haath andar daala aur dheere se lund bahar nikaal liya. Poora tight lund bahar aa gaya. Zyada bada nahi tha, lagbhag 6 inch ka hoga.
Meera: “Yaar dekh, kaise humko salaami de raha hai.”
Riya ne phir Meera ki chut mein ungli karni shuru kar di. Driver lund ko upar-neeche kar raha tha aur rear-view mirror mein dekhta jaa raha tha.
Meera ne kamar thodi aur uthayi, taaki Riya ki ungli aur gehri jaaye, aur driver ko aur ache se saaf dikhe.
Riya ungli karte hue boli, “Tum apni patni ke saath aisa karte ho? Kapde utha ke ungli, ya seedha andar daal dete ho?”
Driver ki awaaz bhaari nikli. “Ghar pe aisa kaun karta hai… aisa nahi hota.”
Riya ne do ungliyan poori andar daal di. Meera ki awaaz nikal gayi — dheemi, lekin cab mein gunj gayi.
“Ahh… yahi… yahi daba. Zor se kar…”
Riya: “Tum ghar par ye sab try karo. Tumhari patni aur tum dono ko bahut maza aayega.”
Driver ne bas sar hilaaya. Uska haath tez ho gaya. Gaadi ki speed thodi kam ho gayi.
Red light pe ruke to usne aaine mein Meera ko dekha. Riya ne t-shirt upar karke ek nipple nikaal diya — sirf do second — phir chhupa liya. Driver aur tez-tez hilaane laga.
Light green ho gayi. Lekin uska dhyan Meera ki chut pe tha, aur apne lund pe. Peeche se beep-beep ki awaaz aane lagi.
“Gaadi chalao, green light hai.”
Uska dhyan hata. Gaadi aage badha di.
Meera: “Kya bhaiya? Dekh ke hi chodne ko man karne laga? Ghar jaake patni ko chod lena.”
Driver sab sun aur dekh ke poora garam ho chuka tha. Lund zor-zor se hilane lga. Speed bahut slow ho gayi. Meera ne dekha toh uska paani nikal chuka tha.
Meera dekh ke has padi.
“Maza aaya dekh ke aur hila ke?”
Taxi mall ke gate pe ruki. Driver ka chehra laal tha, jeans geeli. Teenon ne kapde sahi kiye aur bahar nikal gayi.
Utarte hi Meera ne usko tip di. Jhuk ke kaan mein boli, “Aaj apni patni ko humko sochte hue chodna.”
Driver dekhta raha. Teenon gaand matkaate hue mall mein jaane lagi. Meera ki skirt hawa mein uth ke uski gaand ki silwat dikha gayi.
Mall crowded tha. Meera aage-aage chal rahi thi, Riya-Priya uske bagal mein thoda peeche.
Andar ghuste hi unki nazar do ladkon pe padi. Dono unhin ko dekh rahe the. Meera ki skirt, nipples top ke through, chalne ka tarika — unki nazar seedha inke upar ghoom rahi thi.
Ek ladke ne jeans ke upar haath rakh ke lund daba diya, jaise chhupa raha ho. Lekin teenon ne dekh liya. Unke chehre par smile aa gayi.
Riya dheere se: “Unko dekh, kaise apna chhupa rahe hain.”
Meera ruki nahi. Walking continue. Escalator pe chadhte hue usne jaan-bujh ke dono pair faila diye. Peeche khade teen-chaar aadmiyon ko skirt ke andar andhera — shayad geeli chut — dikh gayi hogi.
First floor, clothing section. Meera ek mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Skirt thoda adjust karti hui… asal mein ungliyon se kapde ke upar se hi apni chut khujla rahi thi. Aahista. Jaise andar khujli ho.
Saamne trial room ke bahar khada ek aadmi Meera ko hi dekh raha tha. Usne shopping bag neeche rakh diya, haath jeans ki pocket mein daala, andar lund dabaane laga.
Priya uske paas gayi, kaan mein boli: “Itna saamne daba raha hai. Bathroom jakar nikaal le?”
Woh jaise sapne se jaaga. Shopping bag uthaya aur turant wahan se nikal gaya.
Meera: “Bhaga diya na. Kitne pyaar se dekh raha tha.”
Teenon ek saath has padi.
Food court ke paas ek group — 5-6 college type ladke. Sab unhe hi dekh rahe the.
Meera jab unke beech se nikali, ek ne phone nikaala aur recording karne laga. Galti se flash chal pada. Priya ne dekh liya, Meera ko bataaya.
Meera ruk ke unki taraf mudi. Skirt ke upar se do ungliyan pheri, chut ke upar. Kapda geela ho chuka tha, nishaan dikh raha tha.
Ladke ke haath se seedha phone le liya.
“Tumne meri photo li. Ruko, security ko bulaati hoon.”
Woh ladka dar gaya. “Sorry, woh galti se ho gaya.”
Meera zor se hasi. “Are daro mat, main mazaak kar rahi thi. Waise tumne photo kya li, thoda dikhao.”
Ladke ne phir sorry bola aur phone ka lock khol diya. Meera dekhne lagi. Usne 2 – 3 photo li huyi thi.
Photo dekh ke Meera poochi, “Waise ye photo dekh ke karoge kya?”
Doosra ladka bola, “Wahi karenge jo karna chahiye.”
Meera: “Mujhe samajh nahi aaya. Thoda khul ke bolo.”
Jisne photo li thi, bola, “Are yaar chup reh. Kyun baat aage badha raha hai.”
Tabhi doosra ladka phir bola, “Teri gaand kyun phat rahi hai?” Phir Meera ki taraf dekh ke, “photo dekh ke hilaayenge.”
Poore ladke usko dekhne lage. Meera ko jaise us ladke ki baat pasand aa gayi ho.
Woh uske paas aur khisak gayi, uske button pakad kar boli, “Kya hilaoge? Mujhe samajh nahi aaya.”
Ladke ne Meera ka haath pakda aur apne pant ke upar rakh kar kaha, “Ye hilaunga.”
Tabhi jisne photo li thi, bola, “Sorry, ye kuch bhi bolta rehta hai. Maine photo delete kar di. Ab jaao aap log.”
Meera ne uski jeb mein haath daal ke phone nikaal liya. Phir apna number dial kiya. Meera ka phone baj utha.
Phone wapas dete hue boli, “Kuch chahiye phone karna.”
Aur uska lund zor se daba diya. “Aaj sirf itna hi.”
Woh wahan se has ke nikal gayi. Peeche ladkon ke muh khule ke khule reh gaye.
Kuch der aur ghumte-ghumte unki nazar ek couple pe padi.
Ladki short dress mein thi. Ladka uski kamar pe haath rakhe hue tha. Dono ek doosre ka haath thaame hue ice-cream le rahe the, phir lift ki taraf badhe.
Meera ne aankh maari. “Inke peeche chalte hain.”
Teenon dheere-dheere follow kiya. Couple lift mein ghusa. Teenon bhi andar ghus gayi. Lift khaali thi, sirf paanch log. Darwaza band hua.
Meera ne couple ki taraf dekha, awaaz dheemi:
“Aap dono kitne cute lag rahe ho.”
Ladki sharma gayi. Dono ne thank you kaha.
“Are thank you mat bolo. Itna batao — kuch karte bhi ho, ya bas chipke hue rehte ho? Ya yahin karne ki soch rahe ho?”
Ladki ka chehra laal ho gaya. Ladka hasne ki koshish karta raha, jaise baat taalni ho.
Riya Meera se boli, “Dekh, uski dress kitni short hai. Andar jaise kuch nahi pehna ho. Tujhe nahi lag raha ye dono abhi kuch karne wale hain?”
Ladki ladke ko dekhne lagi. Ladke ka lund unki baatein sun ke khada ho chuka tha.
Priya: “Dekh, kaise abhi se uska khada ho chuka hai.”
Ladki ne ladke ke pant pe dekha. Dekhte hi usne turant haath se dhak liya.
Meera haste hue, “Are dhak kyun rahi ho. Hum usko lenge thodi. Woh tumhara hi hai, tum hi rakho.”
Dono ek doosre ko dekh rahe the. Meera unke paas gayi.
“Are daro mat. Hum kuch nahi kahenge.”
Aur un dono ka sar pakad ke ek doosre se mila diya. “Maza karo.”
Woh dono ek doosre ko kiss karne lage. Meera unke saamne hi skirt ke neeche se apni chut khujlaane lagi.
Riya aage badhi, ladke ka haath pakad ke ladki ke boobs pe rakh diya.
“Isko bhi dabaao, phir dono ko maza aayega.”
Ladki ki saans tez ho chuki thi. Kiss koi nahi tod raha tha. Ladke ka haath ladki ke mamme daba raha tha.
Tabhi darwaza khula. Dono jaldi se alag hue. Bahar do log khade the. Paanchon lift se bahar nikal gaye.
Woh couple jaate hue unko hi dekh rahe the.
Phir teenon ghumne lagi. Ghumte-ghumte raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Teenon thak chuki thin. Wahi khana khaaya. Phir taxi bulaayi aur ghar pahunch gye.
Teenon itna jyada thak chuke the. ki bolne ki bhi himmat nahi thi. Ghar pahunch ke waise hi, teenon ek saath bed par so gayi.
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