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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