Mera naam Kabir hai, 25 saal ka, Delhi ka rehne waala. Main Lajpat Nagar mein ek chhote se flat mein akela rehta hun. Mere bagal waale flat mein Sharma family rehti thi – Sharma uncle, unki wife Suman aunty, aur unka beta Rohit jo hostel mein rehta tha.
Suman aunty ki umar lagbhag 42 saal ki thi, lekin dikhti bilkul 35 ki. Unka figure itna mast tha ki dekh ke hi lund khada ho jaata. Height 5’4″, rang sawla lekin glowing, aur wo figure – 38-30-40. Boobs bilkul heavy the, kamar patli, aur gaand to aisi ki bas kya bataun – ek dum gol, badi, aur tight.
Main roz subah 6 baje park jaata tha morning walk ke liye. Ek din maine dekha Suman aunty bhi wahi park mein walk kar rahi thi. Wo pehli baar aayi thi, shayad Sharma uncle ne unhe health conscious hone ko kaha tha.
“Namaste aunty,” maine pehchaan te hue kaha.
“Arre Kabir beta, tum bhi yahan?” Suman aunty ne muskurate hue kaha.
“Haan aunty, roz aata hun. Aap pehli baar aayi ho?”
“Haan, doctor ne kaha thoda exercise karun. Blood pressure high rehta hai,” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Uss din se roz hum park mein milne lage. Pehle sirf hi-hello, phir dheere-dheere baatein badhi. Suman aunty bahut frank thi, aur mujhe apni personal baatein batane lagi.
“Kabir, Sharma ji to din bhar office mein rehte hain. Ghar mein akeli bore ho jaati hun,” ek din Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Aunty, aap mere saath time spend kar sakti ho. Main shaam ko free rehta hun,” maine offer kiya.
“Pakka? Tumhe pareshaan to nahi karungi?” Suman aunty ne poochha.
“Bilkul nahi aunty, mujhe achha lagega,” maine kaha.
Dheere-dheere humari dosti gehri hoti gayi. Roz subah park mein walk, kabhi kabhi shaam ko coffee. Suman aunty mujhe apni life ki sab baatein batati – Sharma uncle ka unpe dhyan nahi dena, unki romantic life ka bilkul khatma ho chuka tha.
“Kabir, tumhari girlfriend hai?” ek din Suman aunty ne poochha.
“Nahi aunty, abhi tak koi nahi mili,” maine kaha.
“Kyun? Itna handsome ladka, aur koi ladki nahi mili?” Suman aunty ne hanste hue kaha.
“Aunty, aap has rahi ho? Aap hi batao, koi ladki milegi mujhe?” maine shararat se kaha.
“Kyun nahi milegi? Tum to bilkul hero lagte ho,” Suman aunty ne kaha aur mere haath ko chhoo liya.
Unke chhoo ke andaaz se… mujhe laga shayad aunty bhi kuch feel kar rahi hain.
Ek hafte baad ki baat hai. Hum park mein walk kar rahe the. Suman aunty ne aaj thoda deep neck wala suit pehna tha. Jab wo jhuki, to unka cleavage saaf dikh raha tha.
Main to bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Itne bade boobs… aur wo line beech mein…
“Kabir, kya dekh rahe ho?” Suman aunty ne pakad liya.
“Kuch nahi aunty… bas… aapka… I mean…” main hakla gaya.
“Kya? Mera kya?” Suman aunty ne muskurate hue poochha.
“Aap bahut beautiful lag rahi hain aaj,” maine himmat karke kaha.
Suman aunty ruki, aur mere aankhon mein dekha. “Sach?”
“Bilkul sach,” maine kaha.
“Kabir, main 42 saal ki hun. Ab kahan beautiful…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Aunty, age is just a number. Aap to 30 ki ladki se kam nahi lagti,” maine kaha.
Suman aunty ne mere gaal pe haath rakha. “Tum bahut sweet ho Kabir.”
Uss din ke baad humari baatein thodi aur bold ho gayi. Suman aunty kabhi kabhi mere saath flirt karne lagi. Mujhe bhi maza aane laga.
Ek din Suman aunty ne bataya ki Sharma uncle 3 din ke liye Bangalore ja rahe hain. Unka koi office kaam hai.
“Kabir, teen din ghar mein akeli rahungi. Bore ho jaungi,” Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Aunty, main aa jaunga company dene,” maine kaha.
“Pakka? Tum aaoge?” Suman aunty ki aankhen chamak gayi.
“Haan aunty, roz shaam ko aaunga,” maine promise kiya.
Pehla din main shaam ko 6 baje unke ghar pahunch gya. Suman aunty ne red saree pehni thi, aur blouse itna deep tha ki almost half boobs dikh rahe the.
“Kabir, aao baithein,” Suman aunty ne andar bulaya.
Hum drawing room mein baithe. Suman aunty ne mere liye chai banayi. Aur Baatein karne lage.
“Kabir, tumne kabhi kiss ki hai?” achanak Suman aunty ne poochha.
Main shock ho gaya. “Aunty… matlab… haan… college mein ki thi…”
“Kaisa lagta hai?” Suman aunty ne poochha.
“Aunty… achha lagta hai… pyar se karo to bahut achha,” maine kaha.
Suman aunty uthi aur mere paas aake baith gayi. “Kabir, mujhe bhi kiss karna hai… bahut din ho gaye…”
Main darr gaya, lekin excited bhi tha. “Aunty… aap…”
“Please Kabir… bas ek kiss… please…” Suman aunty ne kaha aur apne honth mere paas le aayi.
Maine dheere se unke honthon pe apne honth rakh diye. Pehle to halka sa, phir dheere-dheere gehra kiss. Suman aunty ne bhi poora response diya. Unki zubaan mere munh mein ghumne lagi.
Kiss ke baad Suman aunty ne kaha, “Kabir, kal subah park mein milna. Ghar mein risk hai. Park ke peeche waale hisse mein ek purani jagah hai, wahan koi nahi aata.”
“Par aunty, subah to log aate hain park mein,” maine kaha.
“6:30 baje koi nahi aata. Main roz dekhti hun. Woh corner bilkul khaali rehta hai,” Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Okay aunty, kal milte hain,” maine kaha.
Raat bhar main so nahi paya. Bas Suman aunty ka khayal aa raha tha. Unki saree, unke boobs, unki kiss… sab yaad aa raha tha.
Agle din subah 6:15 baje main park pahuncha. Suman aunty wahan pehle se hi thi. Unhone aaj black track suit pehna tha, aur andar shayad kuch nahi pehna tha – nipples saaf dikh rahe the.
“Kabir, chalo jaldi. Wahan peeche chalte hain,” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Hum dono park ke peeche waale hisse mein gaye. Wahan ek purana gazebo tha, jiske aas paas jhaadiyan thi. Sachmuch koi nahi aata tha wahan.
Gazebo mein jaate hi Suman aunty ne mujhe pakad liya. “Kabir, bahut dinon se kisi ne chhua bhi nahi mujhe… please… mujhe pyar karo…”
Maine unke honthon pe phir se kiss kar diya. Is baar poora passion tha. Ek haath se main unke boobs dabaane laga. Track suit ke upar se hi unke boobs itne naram lag rahe the.
“Ah… Kabir… bahut achha lag raha hai…” Suman aunty moan karne lagi.
Maine unka track suit ka zip kholna shuru kiya. Niche se upar taraf zip thi. Maine dheere-dheere zip khol di. Ab Suman aunty ka cleavage saaf dikh raha tha – black bra mein unke boobs bilkul tempting lag rahe the.
“Kabir… jaldi… aur karo…” Suman aunty tadap rahi thi.
Maine unki track suit utaari. Ab wo sirf black bra aur matching panty mein thi. Uska pet bilkul flat tha, kamar patli, aur wo gaand… track suit ke andar se hi shape dikh raha tha.
Maine peeche se unki gaand par haath rakha. “Aunty, aapki gaand bahut mast hai.”
“Kabir… aaj tu meri gaand bhi le lena… bas chod mujhe…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine unki bra ke peeche haath daala aur hook khol diye. Bra utarte hi unke boobs bilkul free ho gaye. Itne bade, gol, aur nipples ka colour dark brown. Main to bas dekhta hi reh gaya.
“Kya dekh raha hai? Choo na…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine ek boob munh mein le liya aur choosne laga. Dusre haath se dusre boob ko masal raha tha. Suman aunty ke haath mere baalon mein the, aur wo zor-zor se saansein le rahi thi.
“Ah… haan… aur zor se… choos… bahut din ho gaye…” Suman aunty chillane lagi.
Main ek nipple ko zor se choosta, to wo dard se chillati. Phir dheere se choosta, to wo maza leti. Main samajh gaya ki unhe thoda rough pasand hai.
Main dusre boob pe aaya. Is baar zor se kaata nipple ko. “Ah… harami… kaat diya…” Suman aunty ne kaha, lekin unki aankhen maza le rahi thi.
Maine dono boobs ko 10 minute tak choosa. Unke nipples ab poori tarah tight ho chuke the.
Ab main neeche gaya. Panty ke upar se hi unki chut ko kiss karne laga. Panty gili ho chuki thi – pata chal raha tha ki wo kitni excited hai.
“Kabir… panty utaar… jaldi…” Suman aunty tadap rahi thi.
Maine unki panty neeche ki. Ek dum clean shave chut thi. Pink colour ki, aur bilkul gili. Maine unki taangein failayi aur chut pe apni zubaan rakh di.
“Ah… haan… zubaan andar daal…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine zubaan se unki chut chatni shuru ki. Clitoris ko zubaan se touch kar raha tha. Suman aunty pagalon ki tarah chillane lagi.
“Ah… Kabir… tu to expert hai… bahut achha kar raha hai…” Suman aunty ke haath mere sir pe the, aur wo apni kamar utha-utha kar maza le rahi thi.
Maine ek ungli unki chut mein daal di. Andar bilkul garam tha, aur tight. Ungli andar-bahar karne laga, aur zubaan se clitoris chat raha tha.
“Ah… main jhadne waali hun… aur tez…” Suman aunty chillayi.
Maine speed badha di. Ek minute mein hi Suman aunty ka paani nikal gaya. Maine saara ras chus liya. Unki chut ab aur bhi garam ho gayi thi.
Suman aunty ne mujhe uthaya aur kaha, “Ab meri baari. Tu apne kapde utaar.”
Maine jaldi se apni t-shirt aur track pant utaari. Bas underwear mein tha. Mera lund underwear mein hi khada tha, poora tent bana rakha tha.
“Wah… Kabir… tera to bahut bada lag raha hai…” Suman aunty ne kaha aur underwear ke upar se hi pakad liya.
“Underwear utaar… dekhna hai ise…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine underwear utaara. Mera 7.5 inch ka lund poora tight khada tha. Suman aunty ki aankhen badi ho gayi.
“Kabir… itna bada… main to darr gayi…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Aunty, aap handle kar sakti ho. Aap experienced ho,” maine haste huye kaha.
Suman aunty ne mere lund ko haath mein pakda aur hilane lagi. Unka haath itna soft tha ki maza aa raha tha.
“Kabir, pehle thoda oil lagana padega. Bahut bada hai tera,” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Unhone apne purse se chhota sa oil ka packet nikaala – shayad pehle se hi plan thi. Oil mere lund pe lagaya, aur phir apni chut pe bhi lagaya.
“Chal ab daal dheere se…” Suman aunty ne kaha aur gazebo ke floor par let gayi.
Main unke upar gaya. Unki taangein failayi, aur apna lund unki chut pe set kiya. Thoda sa pressure diya, to topa andar ghus gaya.
“Ah… dheere… bahut mota hai…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine dheere-dheere andar daalna shuru kiya. Ek inch ghusa, ruka, phir thoda aur. Suman aunty ke munh se dard bhari awaazein nikal rahi thi.
“Bas… aur mat daal… poora ho gaya…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine check kiya – adha lund andar tha. Maine ruk kar unke boobs choosne laga. Thodi der baad jab wo relax hui, maine ek zor ka jhatka diya.
“Ah… maa… poora ghus gaya…” Suman aunty chillayi.
Poora lund andar tha. Ab main dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga. Pehle slow motion mein, phir speed badhata gaya.
5 minute baad Suman aunty poori tarah comfortable ho gayi. Ab wo khud apni kamar utha-utha kar maza le rahi thi.
“Kabir… ab tez karo… aur tez… chod mujhe…” Suman aunty chillane lagi.
Maine poori speed laga di. Gazebo ki floor par hum dono nange the, aur main ek 42 saal ki aurat ko zor-zor se chod raha tha. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz poore park mein gunj rahi thi – shayad koi sun bhi sakta tha, lekin hume fark nahi pad raha tha.
“Ah… haan… aur zor se… chod… chod mujhe…” Suman aunty pagalon ki tarah chillane lagi.
Maine unki taangein apne kandhe pe rakh li, aur aur zor se chodne laga. Ab poora lund bahar nikaal ke, phir ek jhatke mein andar daalta. Suman aunty ke munh se dard aur maza dono ki awaazein nikal rahi thi.
“Kabir… main jhadne waali hun… aur tez… bas aise hi…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine speed aur badha di. Ab to bas thap-thap-thap ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Suman aunty ke boobs zor-zor se hil rahe the.
“Ahhhhh… main aa gayi… jhad gayi…” Suman aunty chillayi aur uska poora badan kaanpne laga.
Maine bhi jhadne waala tha. “Aunty… main bhi… kahan jhadun?”
“Andar… andar he jhad ja…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
Maine poora maal uski chut ke andar chhod diya. Ek, do, teen… lagbhag 7-8 jhatke mein poora sperm uski chut mein gaya.
Main thak kar unke upar hi gir gaya. Hum dono saansein tez-tez le rahe the. Mera lund abhi bhi unki chut mein hi tha, dheere-dheere chhota ho raha tha.
5 minute tak hum dono waise hi pade rahe. Phir main utha, aur apne kapde pehna. Suman aunty bhi uthi, aur apni panty pehni. Main unki chut se apna sperm nikalta hua dekh raha tha.
“Kabir… bahut maza aaya… tum bahut achha chodte ho…” Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Aunty, mujhe bhi bahut maza aaya,” maine kaha.
“Ab roz aana, Sharma ji to 2 din aur nahi hain,” Suman aunty ne kaha.
“Zaroor aunty,” maine kaha.
Phir Hum dono alag-alag raste se park se nikle. Main apne ghar aaya, aur so gaya – chudai ke baad thakan ho gayi thi.