Friday, August 31, 2012

Gand Mein Lund

This is a true story which I wish to relate to all the readers. But I shall narrate it in Hindi as it is more erotic. Mein 35 saal ka mast jawaan hoon aur mera lund chodne ke liye tadapta rehta hai. Biwi ko chod chod kar ye kuch naya khoj raha tha. Hamare ghar mein part-time naukraniyan kaam karti hain. Lekin koi bhi sundar nahin thi. Biwi badi hoshiyar thi. Sab kali kalutti aur bhaddi bhaddi chun chun kar rakhti thi. Janti thi na ki mere miyan ko choot ka bada shauk hai. Akhir mein jab koi nahin mili to ek ko rakhna hi pada – jo ki 19-20 saal ki mast jawan kunwari ladki thi. Sawla rang tha aur kya jowan. Sundar aisi ki dekh kar hi lund khara ho jai. Mamme aise gol gol aur nikalte hue ki blouse mein samai hi nahin. Bus mein mauke ki talash mein tha kyon ki chodne ke liya ekdum mast cheez thi. Soch soch kar maine kai bar muth mara. Bahut zor se tammana thi kab mauka mile aur kab mein iske bur mein apna lund ghusa doon. Who bhi paini nigahon se mujhe dekhti rehti thi. Aur mein uske badan ko chori chori se napta rehta tha. Mun mun mein kai bar use nanga kar diya. Uski gulabi choot ko kai bar soch soch kar mera lund gila ho jata tha aur khara ho kar phadphada raha hota. Hath machalte rehta kab uski gol gol chuchiyon ko dabaoon. Ek baar chaye lete samay jab maine use chua to mano current sa lag gaya aur who sharmate hue khilkhila padi aur bhag gayee. Maine kaha mauka aane de, Raani tujhe to khub chodunga. Lund teri chikni bur min daal kar bhul jayoonga. Chuchi ko choos choos kar pyass bujhaoonga aur daba daba kar maze loonga. Hothon ko to kha hi jaaoonga. Raani uska pyara sa naam tha. Kehte hain uske ghar mein der hai par andher nahin. Ek din biwi ne kaha main maike ja rahi hoon, Raani aayegi to ghar ka kaam karwa lena. Ravivar ka din tha. Bacchhe bhi biwi ke saath chale gaye. Aur mere lund maharaj to uchal gaye. Mauka chookne wala nahin tha. Lekin shooru kaise kare. Kahi chillane lagi to ? Gussa ho gayee to ? Doston, tum yeh jaan lo ki ladkiyan kitna hi sharmaye lekin dil mein unki iccha rehti hai ki koi unhe chede aur chode. Maine Raani ko bulaya aur use dekhte hue kaha – “Raani, tum kapde itne kum kyon pahanti ho ?” Who boli “kyoon sahab, kya kum hai ?” Maine jawab diya, “Dekho, blouse ke niche koi choli nahin hai. Sab dikhta hai. Ladke chedenge tujhe.” Woh boli, “babuji, itne paise kahan ki choli kharid sakoon. Aap dilwayoge.” Maine kaha, “dilwa to mein dunga. Lekin pehle bata ki kya aaj tak kisi ne tujhe cheda hai.” Usne jawab diya, “nahin sahab.” Maine kaha, “iska matlab tu ekdum kunwari hai.” “Ji Sahab.” “Agar mein kahoon ki tu mujhe bahut acchhi lagti hai, to tu naraz to nahin hogi.” “Naraz kyu hungi Sahab. Aap to bahut acchhe ho.” Bus yahi uska signal tha mere liye. Maine himmat rakh kar pucha, ” Agar main tumhe thoda pyar karoon to tumhe bura to nahin lagega.” Apne pair ki ungliyon ko woh zamin par masalti hui boli, “Aap to bare woh ho Sahab.” Maine aage badhte hue kaha, “Accha apni aakhen band kar le aur abhi kholna nahin.” Usne aakhen band ki aur halke se muh upar ki taraf kar diya. Maine kaha-beta loha garam hai, maar de hathoda. Aahista se pahle maine uske galon ko apne hathon mein liya aur phir rakh diye apne hoth uske hothon par. Haye kya gazab ki ladki thi. Kya taste tha. Duniya ki koi bhi sharaab uska muqabla nahin kar sakti thi. Aisa nasha chaaya ki sabra ke sare baandh toot gaye. Mere hothon ne kas kar uske hothon ko choosa aur chooste hi rahe. Mere dono hathon ne zor se uske badan ko doboch liya. Meri jeeb uski jeeb ki taste lene lagi. Is doauran usne kuch nahin kaha. Bus maza leti rahi. Achanak usne aakhen kholi aur boli, “sahabji, bus, koi dekh lega.” Maina kaha, “raani, ab to mat roko mujhe. Sirf ek bar.” “Ek baar, kya sahab ?” Maine uske kaan pe paas ja kar kaha, “chudwayegi ? Ek baar bur mein lund ghuswayegi ? Dekh mana mat karna. Kitni sundar hai tu. ” Yeh kah kur meine use kas kar pakad liya aur dahine haath se uski bayee chuchi ko dabena laga. Muh se main uske galon par, gale par, hothon par, aur har jagah par chumne laga pagolon ki tarah. Kya chuchi thi, mano sakth santre. Dabao to chitak chitak jaye. Uf, malai thi puri ki puri.

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