Virgin Sweety – Part II

Hello Friends, Rinku once again with new story. At first I want to thank all my readers and fans to giving overwhelming response of my story “Virgin Sweety – Part I”. This story is the continuation part of that story. Hope you all will enjoy it.

I have seen his suspicious behavior. So I can’t stop myself to follow him. My mother was also awaked till that time. I went to my room and change the cloths, then informed mom that I am going for evening walk.

But I came out from home and took my scooty to follow him. Because in this process I wasted 10 – 15 minutes time. I parked my scooty far away from my shop. I saw that Sanju was reached the shop and he was caught on the gate of the shop with that box in his hands.

Father: “what the hale you were doing with this box and why you taken box with you?”

Sanju hadn’t uttered a word. If he wanted to save himself then he can reply to my father that he hadn’t taken it to his home, his boss’s daughter taken it to home to see it for close view of this item. But he hadn’t done this type of thing.

Father: “I am going to throughout you from my shop for this act, then what will happen with your poor family who are in village? I can forgive everything but theft is not allowed at my shop. You can go, come tomorrow and take your full and final payment from me.”

I was seeing his down face and tearful eyes. I can’t stop myself more. I was obliged by his sacrifice. But I can’t accept this that poor guy lose his job just because of me. I entered the shop and said to father, “Papa, please forgive him. This is his first mistake. Think about his family.”

I am the single daughter of my father he never refused my any request. So he forgives him, and warned him to don’t repeat this kind of mistake in future. My heart knows how honest and obedient staff he is. I saluted his sacrifice and now he created a soft corner in my heart also.

Then I returned to my home. After dinner I went to sleep. But sleep was far away from my eyes. I was thinking about Sanju. What a nice guy he was. He was ready to lose his job for me and my prestige. I now want to know his heart feeling towards me. This time my summer vacations were going on so I can visit my shop daily.

Next day when I went to my shop I thanked Sanju when he was alone but he was obliged to me for saving his job. He expressed his liking towards me. But because of our level gap he never ever thinks to have relationship with me. But we know love never see society boundaries and levels of families. We both started to meet and talk regularly.

After some day I decided to have real fun of sex with him. I asked him about this. He said he sniffed plastic dick that day and he knows that I was unable to full use of that artificial dick. He will certainly satisfy me. We decided to do our work on his home. He took half day leave. I first leave the shop and wait for him some distance of shop.

We reached his home. I just noticed things. One mattress was on the floor. Bed sheet was clean and kept at right position. I found that he kept his home good not like other bachelors whose home seen as unusual in first look. We both know why we came here and what is going to be done. I also make up my mind to surrender to him.

He closed the door and came near to me. I closed my eyes as per female emotions. He kept me in her arms and kissed my lips, nose, chin and eyes, and after some kissing on my face his lips once again at my lips. He was now licking my lower lip. I can’t stop myself to support her. Till this time my pussy starting gets wet.

I moaned a little, he understood my position. Now he was trying to enter his tongue inside my mouth to taste my saliva. I responded him and we started doing French kiss. We both tasted each other saliva. Now his hands were running on my clothes for undress them. He first opened my top. My half boobs were visible and he was pressing it gently.

Now I was burning in sex fire. He was playing with my body. He opened my bra too. Now he was sucking my boobs. I was in full mood. I was acting as fish that came out of water. He kept me on the bed. He opened my jeans and panty both together in one move. Now first time in my life I was naked in front of one adult person.

He kept me on opposite direction; my back was facing the roof. He was now kissing on my back. He also opened his cloths. Touch of naked adult body keeps me more hot and horny. He was cutting ear lopes by his teeth. He was acting as good player of sex. His every move was keeping me hornier.

Now my body wants real sex. But he was not in hurry. He was just licking and kissing my whole body. He came down and kissed my toes and also licked that. And then he moved me in front direction. He was kissing on my thighs. My pussy was dripping wet. Suddenly he kissed on my pussy lips. This movement stopped my breath.

Now his tongue was running on my pussy area all around. He was now licking pink part and trying to insert his tongue inside. I was rubbing my legs on bed in hotness. But he was not ready to give work to his dick. He was now fucking my pussy with his tongue. I can’t hold more, but can’t utter a word, because I was also enjoying every move.

His two fingers were running on my clits and tongue was doing fuck work in and out. I was enjoying. Ohhhhhh what a joy it was? He continued his work. Now I can’t hold more and reached my orgasm. He drank all the liquid. He not even wasted a single drop. His face and eyes were looking red like that lion had just drunk the hot blood or drinker had just consumed the whole bottle.

I asked, “Why you do this?”

He replied, “This will make you long last in next intercourse. And you are virgin so I want your pussy to be lubricated by your own liquid from inside also. This will help me to enter my dick inside you.”
Now it’s my turn to taste his juice. I hold his dick and first lick the pink part. It smelled different and taste was also new. I just licked only front part some time. I was measuring its length by my palms. It was around 7 inch length and 2.25 inches wide just like that plastic dick but it was smooth and soft.

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Jim – The Trainer

Hi I am Pankaj. Coming straight to story, this all Happened last year, I live in Society, and our society have 70 houses, 30 tenements and rest flats. I must thank our society builder, all this happened due to him. Our Builder had allotted a private Jim for Society purpose only with club house too… It had multipurpose Equipment, Cycle, walker, twister and weight lifter. No one use to use Jim hat frequently.

Now I being a Engineering student use to study out of town. Last year when I came for my Sem break. I and my society friends thought of renewing the Jim. We maintained all equipment and also raised fund in name of membership. As it was Private Jim, this time ladies Also took keen interest in shopping themselves (it all due to money they gave). As I was elder of all responsibilities was on me.

Now during this period Mr. and Mrs. Sharma shifted in our society, we also asked them to be member of or Jim. They were ready and paid on spot. Now the story Begins, Mrs. Sharma (Rita) was in her 30’s she had good figure 34-28-36. And she was fair and of medium height. Her husband was on high post in some private company so use to come late. One Day as I was in Jim doing Exercise she came in club for her first visit, she was wearing red sari and was looking Real Sexy.

I greeted her and also showed her around, she was impressed by the management and was eager to start her work out, but she needed a trainer. Now till date no ladies use to come in Jim so no need of lady trainer was there, and we boys knew all basic exercise so we never had trainer. I asked her that I will arrange a lady trainer, she said “its ok with me if u can teach me.” i was bit shocked and was happy also. Who wanted to miss chance to be with such a beautiful lady. I agreed.

Then we fixed time it was 8:00am in morning as his husband use to go at 7:45am. As i was on vacation it was ok for me. I was excited and woke up early in morning. I went to Jim at 7:30am as i was eager to meet her. At 8:00am sharp she came in. She wore a track suit and a Jacket. After small hi hello.. i asked her to warm up by walking on tread mill, that time she took her jacket off… Oooh my god she was wearing a sleeveless tight T-shirt with her nipples visible over the T-shirt. I was staring at her.

But I controlled myself and ask her to walk on it. While walking her breast use to move up and down, I thought that she must not be wearing any bra. that day as it was her first day I asked her to do only walking and cycle, This all continued for 3 days, after that on fourth day, I ask her to do multipurpose equipment for her back and legs joint this time while showing her the method I touched her accidently..

Oooh my god it was electrifying. She was smooth and soft. This gave me instant erecting. She also noted a tent on my track. I was ashamed but i controlled and showed her other methods. But now she was touching my body willing. She also enjoyed teasing me. I also never said anything as I love looking her huge breast with nipple visible on it and also liked her touching me. I use to masturbate thinking of her. Now the day came. She was early in Jim. As no one use to Come so late(due to early timings of Job) she was all alone in Jim when I came.

I was surprised seeing her early. I asked “U r quite early” she replied “Yes my husband went out of town due to office work early in morning so I woke up early and thought of coming early” then we started doing out workout. That day she weighted herself and she was happy as she had lost 1kg weight. That day she invited me at her place for coffee. As I always want to go at her place I accepted it. After workout we went to her place. Her flat was on top floor.

She had really beautiful house. She welcomed me in and asked me to sit. Then she went inside and started making coffee. When she served me coffee i saw a mysterious smile on her face. We knew each other for last 15days so we were as friends. That time she asked me did i had any girlfriends? I replied negatively as No one in my society knew about my affairs. She was shocked and started to smile.

We then talked general and she stood up and asked me to stay while she took bath as she was accepting milkman to come that time and asked me to open door for it. As she went to take bath in her bathroom which was in her bedroom she kept her door open. I was sitting in such a way that I could see the dressing mirror in her room from my place. And from mirror reflection I can see her bathroom door. The near view of door made me aroused.

Now I was waiting for her to get out of bathroom so that I can get good look of her sexy body. Min. after she opened her door and I was astonished she was totally naked there.. I totaled aroused. I got full 6″ erection she speedily wore her white panty and white gown. while wearing gown her eyes fault on mirror and she saw me. she was surprised and gave a smile too. I thought that this was my day. She came outside and ask me what did I saw,

I replied nothing. Then she asked pointing towards my dick “what is this?” I was ashamed. She touched my dick with her hand and I felt shock of 440v in my body. She started feeling it and slowly slipped her hand under my track. I was in no condition to stop her I was in haven. I was feeling so great that I never came to knew that she made me half nude. Then she started jerking my dick.

And also started to lick it. I was feeling really good. She pointed me towards her bedroom and we went there. There she made me lie down on bed and stared making me nude.. I also started feeling her breast. They were stiff and soft too. As I made my finger roll over her breast she started moaning. I also took off her gown and there she stood in front of me only in white panty. i hugged her and kissed her on lips. The kiss lasted for 15min. then I suddenly remember foreplay as I had seen in one of the prone films.

I made her lie down on bed and I went to her kitchen. I took few ice cubes and a butter and came back to her. Then I blind folded her eyes and Said ” this would be most Happiest Fucking for u” I bit her ears and started to kiss her on neck and back. Then I took one ice cube and stared to rub on her back. She jumped due to this surprise. but as I kissed her back she got relaxed. then I rubbed ice all along her back and licked the ice trail.

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The History

Hi!!I’m Ashu,18 ,male, from Mumbai.A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, eighteen-year-old kid, in my second-last year of high school, and I remember that I was not exactly Mister Popularity, either. I remember that feeling of not always fitting in, although I still had a few friends of my own, and I wasn’t a total misfit, and I remember being a virgin, even though I had sexual thoughts on my mind a lot of the time.

I also remember knowing that was a situation that was unlikely to change any time soon, but most of all, I remember the first time I saw Miss Martin. First period on Tuesday mornings was modern history, and our teacher was Mrs Weston. She was tall, with wavy, dark hair, and probably aged around her late thirties, or maybe even early forties, for all I knew. She had pretty eyes, and high cheekbones, and she probably would have been quite good looking, except she had a receding chin that kind of spoiled everything.

I guess Mr Weston didn’t think so, after all, he married her, and he was also a teacher, in the mathematics department of the same high school. My dad was a friend of Mr Weston, and they would get together for a few beers now and then, and occasionally I would see him and his wife outside of school hours.

I remember we shuffled into class as usual that day, a room full of teenage kids, with the scraping sounds of chairs being moved around, books being placed on desks, and the murmur of conversation, along with occasional giggles from around the room, as we waited for Mrs Weston to come in and start the lesson. My desk was in the second row from the front, and I was turned around in my chair to talk to my friend, Donnie Selwyn, sitting behind me, and we were laughing about something stupid that one of our friends had done on the weekend.

Normally, as the teacher walked in, the murmur of conversation would tail off, as gradually everyone in the room became aware his or her presence. This time, all conversation stopped in an instant, and I looked up at the door, at the back of the classroom. Instead of Mrs Weston, conservatively dressed, middle aged, and by now comfortably familiar to us, I saw a real, live, actual goddess walking in.

I think my own mouth fell open, and in fact I would not be surprised if every male jaw in the room dropped with the precision and singularity of movement of a US Marine drill squad. This exquisite woman walked, with a sexy, swaying, lilting step, to the front of the classroom, and said, “Good morning, class. I’m Miss Martin.”

As soon as she spoke, emphasizing the “r” in “morning,” and pronouncing “class” so it rhymed with “ass,” we knew she was from the United States, and at first I thought she was African-American, but she was later to tell us that she actually had Egyptian in her ancestry. She looked like was about five feet six, with a curvy figure, smooth, golden brown skin, wavy, dark brown hair that was halfway down her back, and pulled into a ponytail, big brown eyes, in an oval-shaped face, with a sexy mouth, and an incredible smile.

Her breasts were round, beautifully-shaped, and perfectly in proportion to her frame. Moving down, her legs were shapely, and smooth-muscled, with that shiny, golden-brown skin just adding the final touch of perfection.

She was wearing a short-sleeved dress, made of a crepe-like material, in pale lilac, with a swirling pattern of pale blue and purple flowers all over it. It looked a whole lot better on her than it sounds, and it was short, coming to about five inches above her knees, so you could see her sexy legs, and it was shaped at the waist, with a belt made of matching material, so it hugged her figure, all the way. On her feet, she had open-toed leather sandals.

Miss Martin was a walking wet dream, and to say she oozed sex would be like saying “Star Wars” was a movie with some space ships in it. She turned to the blackboard, and wrote her name for us to see, and as she wrote, reaching over her head towards the top of the blackboard, her butt jiggled, and her crepe dress swished, and I felt a tingly feeling in my gut as watched her. I don’t think I was Robinson Crusoe in that room, either, and I’m sure every male student had his eyes riveted on that butt, as he mentally undressed our new teacher.

Miss Martin turned to face us again, with that big smile, and said, “I’m gonna be taking some of Mrs Weston’s classes for a few weeks, while I’m over here on an exchange program. I’ll be taking up where she left off, so some of you guys might have to help me out, and show me where you’re up to. Is that okay?”

In Australia in 1980, teachers never addressed their classes as, “you guys,” so, straight away, we knew history lessons would be different with Miss Martin.

“Just so you know,” she started, “My name is Katy Martin, and I’m from the United States. I come from little town called Branxton, in Northern California, but since I qualified as a teacher, I’ve been working in a city called Sacramento, which is our state capital. I’m twenty-six years old, and I’m going to be in Australia for three months.” She finished with that smile again, and added, “And, by the way, I just love this place.”

She moved across to the teacher’s desk, and looked at some papers, and then looked back up at us, and said, “Now, I know you’ve probably got a million things you want to ask me, but first up, I have to collect your history assignments. Mrs Weston tells me they’re due today, so I want you all to put them on your desks and I’ll walk round and get them.”

We all put our assignments on our desks, with a shuffling of papers, and Miss Martin started to walk around the room, picking them up one by one. I could see the other guys, and a few of the girls, exchanging meaningful glances at each other, as she walked past, and there was that murmur of voices again. I turned to face Donnie, and he said, “Look at that! She’s incredible.”

I didn’t answer, and just watched her swaying walk from behind, as she moved around the back of the room. I saw her pick up an assignment from the desk in front of David Buckley, the class clown, and as she walked to the next desk, he started making pelvic thrusts in his chair, behind her back, to the amusement of some of his tough-guy mates sitting nearby.

Miss Martin was certainly making an impression, and I actually felt butterflies in my stomach when she walked past me, and bent down to pick up my assignment, as I smelt her sexy perfume smell, and got a close-up view of those smooth, sexy thighs.

After she had collected our assignments, Miss Martin stood at the front of the class again, and she said, “Now, I don’t know the rules around here, so you guys might have to help me out with a few things,” but she was interrupted by Buckley, the self-styled clown, who said, “Well, for a start, Miss, we’re allowed to smoke in class, and in Australia, school finishes at midday.”

There was a ripple of laughter around the room, as she looked at him, and smiled sweetly, like she was talking to a six-year-old, and said, “Something tells me I might have to check that one out with the principal,” and then she looked around, and added, “Now, any other special rules I should know about?”

There were no answers, so she began to tell us a little about how she came to be in Australia, and how the exchange program worked. She told us a few other things, like how she kept forgetting where she was, and driving onto the wrong side of the road, and how some of the people in her country don’t even know we speak English in Australia, and the rest of our history lesson was a kind of question and answer session about her country, and our country.

She also told us a little more about herself, and that was when he told us she was part Egyptian, but it went way back, so she regarded herself as an All-American girl from California. Miss Martin told us she had been engaged back home, but her fiancé had broken it off, (Why on earth would anyone do that to her? I thought), so when the opportunity to go on the exchange program came up, she had jumped at it, thinking a change of scene might do her some good for a while. I was mesmerized by her the whole time, and even though

I’ve had a few women in my life since then, and I’ve been married to the love of my life for just over twenty years now, I can honestly say that no woman has ever made a first impression on me like Miss Martin did that day, all those years ago. The lesson ended, and we moved to another class, but I’m sure there were a lot of schoolyard discussions that day, about this new American teacher, with the hot body.

Our next modern history period was on Thursday morning, and after we had all settled in, Miss Martin walked into the room, wearing a pair of snug-fitting stone wash jeans, and a black blouse. Those jeans followed every curve of her round, shapely bottom, and at the front, they followed the contour of her crotch, and the sexy shape of her thighs. Once again, I got a butterflies feeling in my gut, just looking at her, and after she had said, “Good morning,” she placed our marked assignments in a pile on her desk.”

After a moment or two of small talk, she invited the class to pick up our assignments from her desk. We got up in an excited gaggle, and as each student found his or her assignment on the desk, we would retreat to our own desks, to see how we went. The assignment had been to write an essay on the factors leading up to World War I, and I had gotten so interested in the topic,

I had put way more work in than I would have done normally, and I was pleased to see Miss Martin had rewarded my efforts with an A+. At the end of the assignment, she had added a comment in red pen, that said, Justin, you have offered some interesting perspectives and gone into further detail than the assignment required. I think I would enjoy discussing this topic with you. Very good effort!

I wasn’t really a bookworm, but I liked history and I was pretty pleased with the A+ and the comment, especially coming from this beautiful new teacher, and I thought to myself, I’d like to talk to you, but not necessarily about history.

“Now, today,” Miss Martin said, “I’d like to have a class discussion about your assignments.” She walked around the room, placing a piece of paper on each desk, and said, “I want each of you to write your name on the piece of paper I’ve given you, and fold it over so I can see it from the front, because I don’t know any of your names yet. That way, I can call each person by name, and we can get to know each other a little better.”

We all did that, and Miss Martin began her discussion with us. She walked around the room, asking questions about the topic of our assignment, and, calling students by name, she would get them to stand up and offer some opinions or ideas, and share them with the class. She walked past my desk, and looked down at my name on the paper, and with a smile, she said, “Oh, so you’re Justin Payne.”

“Yes,” I answered, a little nervously, as often happened when a teacher singled me out in front of the class. “Your assignment was very good, in fact I’d probably say, exceptional,” she said, looking around the room as she said it. That just made me more nervous, because not only was the whole class looking at me, but I was being singled out for attention by this absolute vision of loveliness, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

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काली टोपी लाल रुमाल-1

उसका पूरा नाम तो था सिमरन पटेल पर स्कूल में उसे सभी केटी (काली टोपी) और घरवाले निक्की या सुम्मी कहते थे पर मेरी बाहों में तो वो सदा सिमसिम या निक्कुड़ी ही बनी रही थी। एक नटखट, नाज़ुक, चुलबुली और नादान कलि मेरे हाथों के खुरदरे स्पर्श और तपिश में डूब कर फूल बन गई और और अपनी खुशबूओं को फिजा में बिखेर कर किसी हसीन फरेब (छलावे) के मानिंद सदा सदा के लिए मेरी आँखों से ओझल हो गई। मेरे दिल का हरेक कतरा तो आज भी फिजा में बिखरी उन खुशबूओं को तलाश रहा है……

प्रेम गुरु के दिल से …

“सिमरन तुम्हें जन्मदिन की बहुत बहुत बधाई हो !”

“ओह, आभार तमारो, मारा प्रेम” (ओह… थैंक्स मेरे प्रेम) वो पता नहीं क्या सोच रही थी।

कभी कभी वो जब बहुत खुश होती थी तो मेरे साथ गुजराती में भी बतिया लेती थी। पर आज जिस अंदाज़ में उसने ‘मारा प्रेम’ (मेरे प्रेम) कहा था मैं तो इस जुमले का मतलब कई दिनों तक सोच सोच कर ही रोमांचित होता रहा था।

वो कुछ देर ऐसे ही खड़ी सोचती रही और फिर वो हो गया जिसकि कल्पना तो मैंने सपने में भी नहीं की थी। एक एक वो मेरे पास आई और और इससे पहले कि मैं कुछ समझता उसने मेरा सिर पकड़ कर अपनी ओर करते हुए मेरे होंठों को चूम लिया। मैंने तो कभी ख्वाब-ओ-खयालों में भी इसका गुमान नहीं किया था कि वो ऐसा करेगी। मुझे तो अपनी किस्मत पर यकीन ही नहीं हो रहा था कि इतनी जल्दी यह सब हो जाएगा।

आह … उस एक चुम्बन की लज्जत को तो मैं मरते दम तक नहीं भूलूंगा। क्या खुशबूदार मीठा अहसास था। उसके नर्म नाज़ुक होंठ तो जैसे शहद भरी दो पंखुड़ियां ही थी। आज भी जब मैं उन लम्हों को कभी याद करता हूँ तो बरबस मेरी अंगुलियाँ अपने होंठों पर आ जाती है और मैं घंटों तक उस हसीन फरेब को याद करता रहता हूँ।

सिमरन बिना मेरी ओर देखे अन्दर भाग गई। मैं कितनी देर वहाँ खड़ा रहा मुझे नहीं पता। अचानक मैंने देखा कि सिमरन अपने घर की छत पर खड़ी मेरी ओर ही देख रही है। जब मेरी नज़रें उससे मिली तो उसने उसी पुराने अंदाज़ में अपने दाहिने हाथ की तर्ज़नी अंगुली अपनी कनपटी पर लगा कर घुमाई जिसका मतलब मैं, सिमरन और अब तो आप सब भी जान ही गए हैं। पुरुष अपने आपको कितना भी बड़ा धुरंधर क्यों ना समझे पर नारी जाति के मन की थाह और मन में छिपी भावनाओं को कहाँ समझ पाता है। बरबस मेरे होंठों पर पुरानी फिल्म गुमनाम में मोहम्मद रफ़ी का गया एक गीत निकल पड़ा :

एक लड़की है जिसने जीना मुश्किल कर दिया

वो तुम्हीं हो वो नाजनीन वो तुम्हीं हो वो महज़बीं …

गीत गुनगुनाते हुए जब मैं घर की ओर चला तो मुझे इस बात की बड़ी हैरानी थी कि सिमरन ने मुझे अपने जन्मदिन पर क्यों नहीं बुलाया? खैर जन्मदिन पर बुलाये या ना बुलाये उसके मन में मेरे लिए कोमल भावनाएं और प्रेम का बिरवा तो फूट ही पड़ा है। उस रात मैं ठीक से सो नहीं पाया। सारी रात बस रोमांच और सपनीली दुनिया में गोते ही लगाता रहा। मुझे तो लगा जैसे मेरे दिल की हर धड़कन उसका ही नाम ले रही हैं, मेरी हर सांस में उसी का अहसास गूँज रहा है मेरी आँखों में वो तो रच बस ही गई है। मेरा जी तो कर रहा था कि मैं बस पुकारता ही चला जाऊं….

मेरी सिमरन …. मेरी सिमसिम ……

अगले चार दिन मैं ना तो स्कूल जा पाया और ना ही ट्यूशन पर। मुझे बुखार हो गया था। मुझे अपने आप पर और इस बुखार पर गुस्सा तो बड़ा आ रहा था पर क्या करता ? बड़ी मुश्किल से यह फुलझड़ी मेरे हाथों में आने को हुई है और ऐसे समय पर मैं खुद उस से नहीं मिल पा रहा हूँ। मैं ही जानता हूँ मैंने ये पिछले तीन दिन कैसे बिताये हैं।

काश ! कुछ ऐसा हो कि सिमरन खुद चल कर मेरे पास आ जाए और मेरी बाहों में समा जाए। बस किसी समंदर का किनारा हो या किसी झील के किनारे पर कोई सूनी सी हवेली हो जहां और दूसरा कोई ना हो। बस मैं और मेरी नाज़नीन सिमरन ही हों और एक दूसरे की बाहों में लिपटे गुटर गूं करते रहें क़यामत आने तक।
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पूरी कहानी यहाँ है !

घरजमाई

प्रेषक : डब्बू

शादी के बाद मैं उन्हीं लोगों के साथ रहने लगा, क्योंकि घर में कोई जवान पुरुष नहीं था और पिताजी की देख-भाल के लिए वहाँ होना जरूरी था।

बड़ी साली माया दिखने में काफी सुन्दर थी लेकिन हमेशा चुपचाप रहती थी, उसके पति गाँव में अध्यापक थे और वो महीने में तीन या चार दिन ही आते थे।

मेरे साथ वो घुल मिल के रहती थी लेकिन कुछ पूछ्ने पर नहीं बताती थी। एक दिन दोपहर मैं घर पे अकेला था तो मैंने खिड़की से देखा कि माया स्कूल से घर आ रही थी, वो भी स्कूल टीचर थी, उसे देखते ही मुझे एक कल्पना सूझी और मैंने उसे पटाने की तरकीब निकाली।

मैंने अपनी चड्डी निकाल के सिर्फ लुंगी पहनी जोकि सामने से खोल सकते थे, और बेडरूम में सो गया। उसके विचार से मेरा लण्ड तन के दस इंच का हो गया था और लुंगी में खडा हुआ था।

थोड़ी देर में माया ताला खोल कर अन्दर आई और मुझे अन्दर उस स्थिति में देखकर मुस्कुराई। वो बड़े प्यार से मेरे तने हुए लिंग को देख रही थी। शायद उसने पहली बार इतना बड़ा हथियार देखा था।

अब उसने अपने कपड़े उतारने शुरू किये। उसने अपनी साड़ी उतार कर बाजू में रखी और फिर ब्लाऊज़ निकाला। वो मुझे सोया हुआ समझकर बिंदास अपने कपड़े बदल रही थी या सब कुछ जानते हुए अनजान बन रही थी।

फिर उसने पेटीकोट उठाकर अंदर से अपनी चड्डी निकाल कर बाजू में रखी। उसी कारण मुझे उसके बड़े बड़े गोरे कूल्हे नजर आये और मेरा लंड और तन गया।

फिर उसने अपनी ब्रा भी निकाली और वो घर में पहनने के कपड़े लेने के लिए मुड़ी तब मैंने उसके बड़े-बड़े गोरे आम जैसे स्तनों के दर्शन किये। उसका पेटीकोट आगे से थोड़ा फटा हुआ था इसलिए पेट के नीचे के बाल भी साफ़ नजर आ रहे थे।

अब मैंने आहिस्ते से अपनी लुंगी सरका दी ताकि मेरा पूरा का पूरा लंड उसको दिखे। जब उसने मेरा दस इंच का लंड खुला देखा तो उसके होश उड़ गए। लगता है उसको नजदीक से देखने की उसको लालसा हुई और वो थोड़ा नीचे झुक गई।

मैं उसी वक़्त उठकर खड़ा हुआ जैसे कि मुझे बाथरूम जाना है। सामने ही उसे देखकर मैंने आश्चर्य से उसे पूछा कि वो कब आई। लेकिन वो बिना कुछ बोले अपनी छाती पर हाथ रखकर खड़ी थी और मेरे नीचे वाले को देखकर मुस्करा रही थी।

मैंने नीचे देखा और उसे कहा- माफ़ करना, सपना देख रहा था, इसीलिए यह हालत हुई है।

तो उसने हंसते हुए कहा- कौन है वो जो सपने में इस सुन्दर चीज से खेल रही थी?

तो मैंने उससे कहा- बुरा नहीं मानना लेकिन वो तुम्हीं हो जो सपने में मुझे सताती हो !

ऐसा कहते हुए मैंने उसको अपनी तरफ खींचा और उसके मुख को चूमा और उसके स्तन अपने हाथ में लेकर कुचलने लगा। लेकिन उसने मुझे जोर का धक्का देकर दूर धकेला और बेड पर बैठकर रोने लगी और कहने लगी- नहीं, मुझे माफ़ करो लेकिन मैं ये सब तुम्हारे साथ नहीं कर सकती, यह पाप है, तुम मेरे बहन के पति हो, यह पाप मैं नहीं कर सकती।

थोड़ी देर उसको रोने देने का बाद मैंने उसे कहा- कैसा पाप ? तुम तो मेरी साली हो और साली तो आधी घरवाली होती है और क्या मुझे मालूम नहीं कि शादी को तीन साल होने के बाद भी तुम्हारी संतान नहीं है क्योंकि तुम्हारा पति तुम्हें यह सुख नहीं दे पाता। क्या तुम नहीं चाहती कि तुम मेरे इस लंड की मालकिन बनो और इसका मजा ..

पूरी कहानी यहाँ है !

रानी के साथ एक रात

प्रेषक : अमन

शहर से पहली बार मैं गाँव की गया था। मेरे लिए एक अलग कमरा और नौकर था, मगर यह नहीं मालूम था कि एक नौकरानी भी रख रखी थी मेरे लिए। शाम होते ही नौकरानी मेरे लिए चाय और नाश्ता लेकर कमरे में पहुँच गई। मैं उसी समय नहा कर निकला था और तौलिये में लिपटा मेरा गठीला बदन देखने लायक था। होता क्यों नहीं, जिम जा कर और कसरत करके मैंने अपनी बदन को गठीला और मजबूत बना रखा था। तौलिया लपेट कर मैं आईने में बाल संवारता जा रहा थी कि मेरी नजर अचानक अपने पीछे किसी पर पड़ी। चोली और लहंगे में लिपटी एक छरहरी काया वाली कंटीली कन्या मेरे पीछे चाय की तश्तरी लिए मेरे गठीले बदन को निहार रही थी।

पीछे मुड़ कर देखा तो वो शरमा गई। उसकी कसी हुई चोली और नाभि के नीचे तक कसा हुआ लहंगा वाकई में गजब ढा रहा था।

छोटे मालिक ! नाश्ता ! उसने कहा।

रख दो ! और सुनो, आगे से पूछ कर कमरे में आना !

जी, गलती हो गई ! उसने कहा और मुड़ कर जाने लगी।

कुछ सोच कर मैंने उसे रोका और कहा- अच्छा, तुम्हारा नाम क्या है?

रानी ! उसने जवाब दिया।

हम्म ! नाम तो अच्छा है, कब से काम करती हो?

साहब, मैं तो हूँ ही आप लोगों की सेवा के लिए …. और बड़े मालिक ने कहा है कि आपका खास ख्याल रखूं.. अगर किसी चीज़ की जरुरत हो तो संकोच मत कीजियेगा …

सच में, रानी कर भरा-पूरा शरीर देख कर कोई भी संकोच नहीं करना चाहेगा …

साहब मैं रात में फिर से आऊँगी ! कह कर रानी अपने मांसल नितम्बों को सेक्सी अदा से मटकाती हुई कमरे से चल दी।

रानी क्या गई मेरे तन बदन में आग लगा गई… मेरा ८ इंच का लंड एकदम से फनफ़ना उठा … दिल कर रहा था कि उसी समय उसे अपनी बाँहों में दबोच लूँ और उसकी मादक जवानी का रस पी लूँ …

खैर रात होने का इन्तज़ार करने लगा। इतने में मामा जी आ गए और कहने लगे- क्यों भांजे, कैसा लगा हमारा इन्तजाम … कोई कसर तो नहीं रह गई?

नहीं मामा जी, सब बहुत बढ़िया है !

और कैसी लगी, तीखी मिर्ची? मामा जी ने कहा

जरा संभल कर ! शहर की मालों से अलग है, खास तुम्हारे लिए ही है …जी भर के मजे करना……और कोई कसर मत रखना …

मैं समझ गया कि उस कंटाप को मामा जी ने मेरे लिए ही रखा है …

अब तो मैं भी पूरे जोश में था कि कैसे अपनी प्यास बुझाई जाये और रात का इन्तज़ार करने लगा।

रात का भोजन तो हो गया और मैं अपने कमरे में लौट गया और रानी का इन्तज़ार करने लगा।

नौ बजे के बाद कमरे का दरवाजा हल्का सा खुला और सजी-धजी रानी मेरे कमरे में आई…

साहब आ सकती हूँ? उसने आवाज लगाई…

आ जाओ, मैंने कहा।

वो आई और बिस्तर पर मेरे बगल में बैठ गई … उसने कसी हुई चोली और कमर के बहुत नीचे से लहंगा पहन रखा था, उसके बालों में मोगरे और चमेली की माला सजी हुई थी, माथे पर बिंदी, आँखों में काजल और होंठों में गजब की लाली थी।

मैंने उसके कमर पर हाथ रखा और तुंरत अपनी बाहों में भींच लिया…

“ज्यादा उतावले मत होईये साहब, रात तो अभी बाकी है और मैं तो आपकी ही हूँ !” रानी ने कहा।

“मुझे साहब मत कहो, मनोज कहो !” मैंने कहा।

वो मेरी बाँहों में लिपट गई और उसके सीने के दो उन्नत उभर मेरे सीने में धँसने लगे।

यूँ तो मैंने शहर में बहुत लड़कियों को चोदा था मगर गाँव की किसी हसीना के साथ ये मेरा पहला मौका था।

मैंने उसके होंठों को अपने होंठों में लिया और धीरे-धीरे चूसने लगा। गजब का स्वाद था ! मेरे हाथ उसकी चिकनी पीठ पर फिसल रहे थे और मेरा ८ इंच का लंड धीरे-धीरे अपने शबाब पर आ रहा था। मगर मैं यह पारी बहुत देर तक खेलना चाहता था और उस नशीली रात का पूरा मजा लेना चाहता था, आखिर मुझे उस गाँव की कली को मसल कर जो रख देना था। रानी की कमर पर हाथ डाल कर मैंने उसे पूरा भींच लिया था। रानी भी अपने रसीले होंठों को मेरे होंठों पर घुमा रही थी जैसे कहना चाहती हो कि चूसो और चूसो मेरे रसीले होंठों को !

मेरे हाथ फिसलते हुए उसके मांसल नितम्बों…

पूरी कहानी यहाँ है !

My Wife & My Close Friend

As a next step in my strong urge to expose my wife to others, lately I decided seriously to expose my wife to my close friend. My wife has no hassles in exposing to strangers in train, bus, in our car, or cinema halls and malls. We have done it at all these places very discreetly and without getting vulgar. But she was very apprehensive to expose to a person who was very well known to both of us.

I worked on her Mnd for almost 15 days before the scheduled visit of my classmate Mayur to our home in Kanpur. I told my wife that she has nothing to lose when I myself am going to enjoy her exposure to him. I also told her that we must keep exploring different ways to enhance our sex life and keep adding new spice to it to keep the romance alive. I told her that I will really enjoy seeing Mayur ogling at her assets or getting nervous due to is erection. She said that Mayur may take offense and he may think that we are pervert;

I may lose my friendship with him. Knowing Mayur very well, I assured her that nothing wrong is going to happen, I told her that Mayur will not know what to do; he will not even say anything. Mayur is married and likes his wife too. But his wife has put on weight within 2 years of their marriage and he is quite sad about it. We always discuss our wives on phone with each other and talk about their body and sex too.

My wife was surprised to know that I had been talking about her body to him. Now that I mentioned it to her, she wanted to know what all about her is already known to Mayur. I told her that Mayur knows her boobs are 34 C. her panty size is 34 too, she generally wears thong panties, and she likes lace bras. I have taught her to sleep nude at night with me; that I don’t allow her to wear bra and panty under her clothes when we are at home and now she is so used to it that she forgets to wear them sometimes even when someone visits us; she sometimes likes a vibrator for orgasm.

She likes her pussy licked by me but she does not like hard pressure on her clitoris, she sucks my cock like an expert, we do c2c on webcam on yahoo messenger with other couples and show all type of sex to them fully naked. But I had not told him about her exposure episodes in public. She couldn’t believe I had told so much to Mayur. But then she called me a naughty boy and said if he already knows so much, then little bit of fun with him is possible. She wanted to know what I had in mind.

She asked me, “okay, but I hope you are not thinking of parading me nude in front of Mayur”. I told her not to ask what I am thinking, because if she hears it, she may think I have gone mad. So I told her that it is all up to her how much to expose to Mayur. Now that I had put the ball in her court, she became mellowed down and asked me to at least tell her what I wanted. She said that she did not want to be seen as a slut to someone whom we know so well, she did not want Mayur to think that she has a loose character, or she is a nymph who is looking to bed with him.

I told her I have a plan which will make her exposure look very natural and unintended. I had worked out plan for all six days that Mayur was going to be with us which also included showing her full nude to him without him realizing that it is planned. When I told her my plan, she was mighty excited and I could make out she had liked it. Mayur was visiting out town for his company work. He was coming alone and was going to stay with us for almost four days.

He had mentioned that he would be leaving home daily at about 9 am with me and will come home with me in the evening at 5 pm. The day mayor was to come; I asked my wife if she is ready. She was quite apprehensive but excited too. She had done all the preparations as I had told her. I too had done couple of modifications in our house. She had shaved off all her body hair, including her pussy, had accompanied me to buy some clothes for her as per our plan.

What we had decided is that she will wear a total of four clothes at a time on her body (bra, panty, top and lower clothes) for the first day, three clothes for the second day, two clothes for the third day and only one cloth on her body for the last three days. Accordingly we had bought clothes which will enable adequate exposure of her assets without making it intentional. We had decided not to shock Mayur right in the beginning. So when we went in our car to receive him at the railway station at

7 pm in the evening, my wife was wearing a white shirt with round wide neck and a white knee length skirt with white bra and white thong panty inside. After the initial pleasantries, we sat in the car and moved to our home. I and Mayur, we sat in front, and my wife sat at the back in the centre of the back seat. She was chatting continuously to give an impression that she wanted to know all about his family, his wife and so on and was appearing unmindful of her dress.

As decided, she had by now having her shirt’s top button open (she had purposefully bumped into a lady on the platform to make it happen, and Mayur had seen her getting in to this encounter). She was wearing a push up bra with strings and her moons were nicely pushed up together peeking about one forth out of her cleavage. While placing his hand bag on her side, she had shuffled up her skirt while sitting in her seat so that her knees were clearly exposed and she was keeping a slight gap between her legs giving a little bit of view of her inner thighs.

As expected, Mayur was missing no chance to turn back and answer her queries, laughing, nodding, waving his hands, and making quick un-noticeable glances towards her cleavage and legs. After about 15 minutes of journey she intentionally closed her top button to give an impression that she is like any other lady guarding her dignity. Now she was leaning in front to talk to us with her elbows on her knees there by making sure that Mayur would get his share of view of her cleavage whenever he turned back to talk to her.

When we reached home; we got out and Mayur went to the back left door to take out his hand bag so that she could get out. She handed over the bag to him from inside and then slide along the seat to get out. This made her skirt ride up more and for a good 4-5 seconds he got a nice view of her left thigh, then she bent towards him and came out of the car, once again giving him a good view of her cleavage. She adjusted her clothes as if nothing happened and we all moved inside the house.

When Mayur was getting his suitcase out of the boot of the car, my wife glanced at me; she was seeking my approval of her actions so far. I gave her a thumps up sign expressing my happiness, and she smiled. She was enjoying it. We got freshened up; Mayur and I were now sitting in living room having a drink. My wife was working in kitchen getting the meal ready. The TV was on. Last week I had modified our TV shelf. I got glass sliding doors fitted to the shelves on both sides of the TV,

I got a mirror fitted to the door panels of the portion below the TV. The kitchen was in continuity with the living room and there was no wall dividing the two. Only a dining table was in between the sofas and the kitchen. So while facing the TV, one had to just look at the glass sliding doors adjacent to the TV to see what is going on in the kitchen behind. I had found out which seat on sofa is best to get a better view of kitchen and had offered that seat to Mayur. It took me just few minutes to realize that

Mayur had already discovered the use of glass doors and to cover his attempts at he even asked me about couple of gift items placed behind the glass. My wife was wearing a sleeveless kurta and a same pajama which was covering just till her calves. The cloth was thin enough to show the undergarments in a bright light. The kurta was again collarless with little more cleavage than usual. She was deliberately wearing black string bra which was little tight for her pushing up her boobs one third out of her bra.

She was wearing a black thong panty too. I got up and went behind into the kitchen pretending to look for something and told my wife that Mayur is watching her now. Then I kissed her on the lips and came back to the sofa. Mayur gave me a curious glance before pretending to watch movie on the TV. This assured me that he watched us kiss. To give him a closer look at my wife, I asked her to get me the mobile phone. She came closer and stood next to sofa little ahead of Mayur asking me where it is.

We both went into a two minute discussion on who had seen it last, who misplaced it and where it can be. I asked her to see in the shelf below the TV. She stood in front of the TV for almost one minute pretending to look in the side sheves. The light of the TV outlined her body curves through the thin cloth of her kurta pyjama. Mayur was watching straight as if glued to TV, but the fact was that she was right in front of the TV.

During her search, she gave good side and front views giving him good look at her undergarments and pushed up boobs through her thin dress. Then she did what even I had not thought of. She faced the TV and bent down keeping her knees almost straight and pretended to look for the mobile in the shelves under the TV. She opened only one mirror door and kept the one towards Mayur’s side closed thus giving him a good view of her cleavage in the mirror.

The light of the TV was now going straight between her boobs and her cleavage was exceptionally well lit. She had raised her buttocks facing us and the thin black thong of the panty passing between her ass cheeks was now almost visible. She stayed there like that for good about a whole minute. I didn’t even feel the need to see if Mayur was watching her booty, I was sure he couldn’t have missed it.

Then she got up as easily as she had bent and mockingly accused me of losing the mobile and went back to kitchen. I followed her in kitchen talking loudly cajoling her not to get angry and kissed her once again this time placing my hand on her right boob. Then we had our meal. Both of us sat on the sofa and my wife sat on the floor on the left side of Mayur, all watching TV. Her top button had opened again. She kept on talking thus giving ample opportunity to Mayur to look at her.

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लेखिका : रूही सिंह

सभी अन्तर्वासना पढ़ने वालों को रूही की तरफ से प्रणाम !

मैं एक पंजाबन लड़की हूँ और इंग्लैंड में एक साल का स्टडी और साथ दो साल के वर्क परमिट वीसा पर इंग्लैंड आई थी। दो साल के बाद मैंने अपना वीसा एक्सटेंड करवा लिया था। कुल मिला कर तीन साल से इंग्लैंड में हूँ। पहले तो सपने में भी इन्टरनेट पर बैठने की नहीं सोची, यहाँ किसी के पास फालतू समय नहीं, मैं भारत में बहुत इन्टरनेट सर्फिंग करती थी, इसके ज़रिये दो यार बना लिए थे और फिर उनके साथ खूब मस्ती की। वैसे भी कॉलेज में मेरे कई लड़कों से चक्कर थे और मैं एक चालू और जुगाड़ टाइप की लड़की कहलाती थी। लड़कों के साथ पकड़े जाने पर मैं दो बार कॉलेज से सस्पेंड हुई थी- एक बार तो केमिस्ट्री लेब में और दूसरी बार क्लास रूम में आधी छुट्टी टाइम !

मुझे और उन दोनों लड़कों की भी निकाल दिया। उसके बाद मैंने प्राइवेट स्कूल जगन ज्योति पब्लिक स्कूल से मैं हीला वसीला करके पास हुई। मैं बोर्ड की क्लास में थी कामर्स ग्रुप में।

सुपरिटेंडेन्ट लग कर आये सर को अपने हुस्न के जाल में फंसाया। वैसे तो बहुत नक़ल चल रही थी लेकिन सर मुझे अलग बिठा देते और बुक्स, नोट्स दे देते ! पेपर के बाद मुझे सर ही घर छोड़ते थे। पहला पेपर ख़त्म हुआ, उन्होंने कह दिया था कि मेरे साथ चलना ! मैं ही घर छोड़ दूंगा।

मैंने घर में कहा कि पेपर के बाद अगले पेपर की तैयारी के लिए मुझे ट्यूशन पढ़नी पड़ रही है।

किसी ने कुछ नहीं कहा। उसने कार में ही छेड़छाड़ शुरू कर दी। पूरे रास्ते में उसका हाथ में पकड़ सहलाती आई और वो भी बीच बीच में मेरे मम्मे दबाते आये।

मेरे पास समय कम था, मैं उनके घर जाते ही उनसे लिपट गई और वो मुझे बेडरूम में ले गए। जाते ही मैंने अपनी शर्ट उतार दी और फिर स्कर्ट भी उतार दी। मुझे नंगी देख उसका लौड़ा कच्छे को फाड़ने को आ रहा था तो मैंने एक पल में उतार दिया। उनका लौड़ा इतना भयंकर होगा, सोचा नहीं था।

मैं वहीं पाँव के बल बैठ गई और मुहं में ले लिया।

और फिर उन्होंने मुझे एक घंटे में दो बार चोदा। इस तरह मैंने बारहवीं के पेपर दिए और मेरे ७५% नंबर आये।

मेरी एक बहन शादी के बाद अपने पति के साथ बंगलौर चली गई और वो हमें उनके घर की साफ़ सफाई के लिए चाभी दे गई। एक दिन मैंने घर से चोरी छिपे चाभी उठाई और अपने बॉयफ्रेंड को वहीं बुला लिया।

अभी हम पहला राउंड लगा कर साँसे ले रहे थे कि कोई आ गया, झट से कपड़े पहने, दरवाज़ा खोला तो देखा- माँ थीं ! ज़बरदस्त थप्पड़ लगा ! यह तेरा स्कूल है हरामजादी?

उस मुहल्ले में भी मेरी बदनामी देख मेरी इंग्लैंड की फाइल लगा दी गई और कर-करवा कर एक यूनीवर्सिटी में दाखिल करवाया। दो साल का वर्क परमिट मिला और उड़ कर चली गई इंगलैंड।

अपने सारे आशिकों के बारे सोच-सोच मेरा मन सा भर आता ! वहाँ मेरा कोई रिश्तेदार नहीं था। यूनीवर्सिटी में क्लास ज्वाइन कर ली और हॉस्टल में रहने लगी।

एक-दो महीनों में वहां मेरा एक भारतीय लड़के से चक्कर शुरु हो गया।

उसने मुझे कहा- हॉस्टल छोड़ दे और मेरे साथ रेंट पर रह ले ! अपने हिस्से के पैसे देती रहना ! हॉस्टल से कम खर्चा है और साथ में बहुत बढ़िया काम पार्ट-टाइम मिलेगा !

वो जहाँ रहता था उसमें तीन कमरे थे रसोई, आलीशान बाथरूम, वूडन फ्लोर्स, दो कमरों में छः लड़के रहते थे और एक में तीन लड़कियाँ ! एक भारतीय, एक पाकिस्तानी और एक नाइजीरियन।

कमरे बहुत खुले थे। मैंने सोच-विचार करके हॉस्टल छोड़ दिया और मैंने रवि से कहा- आज कॉलेज बंक करके मेरा सामान मेरे साथ शिफ्ट तो करवा दे !

उसने मेरी मदद की, सभी कॉलेज गए हुए थे, हम दोनों अकेले थे, उसको अकेला देख मेरी प्यास जाग उठी। दो महीने से ज्यादा मुझे लौड़ा लिए हो चुके थे।

उसने मुझे हल्के से चूमा और बोला- आई लव यूं रूही !

मैं उठी और उसके सामने खड़ी होकर उसके होंठ चूसने लगी और बोली- आई लव यू…

पूरी कहानी यहाँ है !

aban Malkin Ko Apna Banaya

Yeh kahani ek naukar ki zubaani hai. Mera naam Dharma hai. Meri umar 18 saal hai. Bachpun se mere maa baap ka koi ataa-pata nahin, isliye main sadkon footpathon par hi palaa – bada hua. Kabhi akhbaar bechkar roti khataa toh kabhi gadiyaan saaf kar ke. Ek saal pehle main ek agency mein aa gaya jo logon ko servants dilaati thee. Main shakl se bhola bhala dikhta hoon aur boltaa bhi bahut kam hoon, zyadatar chup hi rehta hoon.

Main-ne kuch din agency mein hi peon ka kaam kiya. Unhone mujhe khanaa banana aur jhaadoo pochaa lagaana bhi sikhaaya jis-se ki main ek sampoorna naukar ban paaoun. 2 mahine pehle ki baat hai jab main ek ghar mein naukar laga. Veh punjabi theh, maalik sardaar aur maalkin punjaaban thee. Maalik ka naam Jaspaal Singh aur maalkin ka Jaspreet. Maalik ki umar lagbhag 43 aur maalkin ki 34 hai. Unki ek beti hai jo foreign mein pad rahi hai. Maalik kisi company ka manager hai aur aksar tour pe rehtaa hai.

Maalkin ek typical punjaban hain. Baat punjabi mein hi karti hain. Height 5.8??, jaise ki typical punjaabano ki hoti hai, thodi moti, pet bahut halka sa bahar nikal raha hai, chootad bade aur bhare bhar hain, mamme (breast) bhi bade aur bhare bhare hain, kamar hogi lagbhag 35 inch, rang kafi gora, hnoth normal se thode bade jo ki laal lipistic mein sahraab ki botal lagte hain. Kehne ka matlab hain ki maalkin ka shareer aam auraton se zyada bada hai, itni moti nahin hain, bus shareer ka size bada hai.

Meri hieght 5.6″ hai, rang kafi saavlaa hai, maalikin ke rang ke aage toh mera rang kala hi kehlaya jaayega. Meri shakl bholi hai, sir ke baal bahut kum karvaa rakhe hain, ek tarah se main ganja hi hoon, isliye bachchaa lagta hoon. Lekin meri thodi thodi muscles bhi hain. Mujhe zyada punjabi bhaasha nahin aati thee lekin lekin maalkin ki punjabi sunte sunte ab main bhi thodi kachi pakki punjabi bolne laga hoon. Maalkin toh hamesha punjabi bolti hain.

Main raat ko kitchen mein sota hoon. Ghar waalon ko mujh par bharosa hai. Roz subeh uth kar main sabse pehle maalik-maalkin ke liye bed-tea banata hoon. Yeh un dino ki baat hai jab maalik tour pe gaye hue theh. Subeh hui toh main-ne maalkin ke liye bed-tea banaaee aur unke kamre mein gaya. Maalkin ko main awaaz de kar uthataa tha, kamre mein jaakar main bola

Main : beejee, chaa (tea) rakhi eh..

Maalkin : leh aaya chaa, dharam ki time hoya eh ?

Beejee di aankhein band see

Main : beejee 7 vajeh eh..

Beejee din ich (mein) teh salwaar kameez paandee (pehentee) ehn teh raat noo sondee/sotee bhi salwaar kameez ich hi eh.par raat wala salwaar kameez bahut patleh kapde ka hota hai isliye thoda sa transparent hai jis mein se unki kaalee bra kuch kuch dikhaayee deti hai. din ich beejee salwaar kameez de naal dupatta ya chunni nahin paandee. una de salwaar kameez bade rang birange honde eh. vaise mera dimaag unke shareer par kabhi nahin gaya tha lekin ek subeh….

Main chaaye leke beejee ke kamre mein gaya toh main-ne dekha ki beejee pet ke bal so rahee thee aur unki kameez unke chootad se bhi oopar unki kamar tak chadee hui thee. unki salwaar unke chootadon ke beech mein ghusee hui thee. yeh dekh kar mujhe apnee shu shu mein pehlee baar kuch feel hua. unki salwaar bhi thodi transparent thee isliye halka halka una da underwear bhi dikh raha see. mein pehlee vaar una de chootadon da actual size dekh raha see. una de chootad zyaada moteh teh nahin par bade kafi see.

Mera dil kiya ki main una di salwaar una di chootadon de beech mein se nikaal doon…. lekin..kya karoon.. aisa kar nahin sakta tha..main una di chootadon ich phassi hui salwaar ich inaa kho gaya ki main-nu pata hi nahin chala kab beejee thoda mudi aur boleen

Beejee : dharam, kithe koya hua eh, chaa rakhega vi ya issi tarah khadaa rahegaa

Beejee di awaaz mein thoda gussa tha..meri nazar beejee de chootadon teh see..beejee ne apni salwaar noo dekha toh payaa ki vo chootadon se oopar chadee hui see…. teh unke naukar ki nazar unke chootron ke beech phassin hui salwaar par thee..(yeh kahani yahoo group hindi_internet_ love_making_ stories me padh rahe hai)

Beejee ne foran ek haath se apni hips mein phaasin hui salwaar ko pakad kar bahar kiya aur oopar chadee hui kameez neeche kari..unka apni salwaar ko apnee hips mein se nikaalna mujhe bahut achchaa laga

Beejee : dharam, main keya chaa rakh de

Main : jee beejee….aaj tussi thodi der naal uthe ho

Beejee : nahin, main teh sahi time teh uth gayee….tu hi chaa leke kinhee khayaalon ich koya see..

Main : nahin beejee..main soch reya see twaanu neend taa jagaavan ki nahin

Beejee : zyaada galaan na banaa…chaa rakh de aur jaa

Beejee ko pata chal gaya tha ki mera dhyaan kahan tha…isliye unhe thoda gussa ayaa..lekin ismein mera kya kasoor tha..jo saamne hoga vahi toh dikhegaa…. ……..tab se meri aankhon ke saamne bas beejee ke chootad aur chootadon mein phasssssi salwaar ki hi photo aatee rahee.. beejee naha dhokar aayee..aaj unhone ne kaale rang ka salwaar kameez pehna tha…unke gore badan pe kaalaa rang gazzzzab lag raha tha…vo salwaar kameez unhone pehlee baar pehna tha..

Apna naashta beejee khud banati thee..lunch aur dinner main banata tha..jitni der vo naashta banati utni der main ghar ki safaee mein lagat hota tha…. kareeb dupher ke 1 baje theh..kapde dhone ke baad main kitchen mein lunch ke liye sabjee bana raha tha…tab beejee kitchen mein aayeen..

Beejee : dharma, ki banaa reya hai aaj

Main : beejee tussi dasso, vaise main teh dum aaloo banaane dee soch reya aan

Beejee : haan, dum aaloo hi theek eh

Main : beejee, tussi kahin bahar jaa rahe ho?

Beejee : nahin teh..kyon ?

Main : twade kapdaan noo dekh ke laga ke tussi bahar jaa rahe ho

Beejee : kapdaan noo…oh..eh suit main pehlee vaar payaa eh..naya silwayaa eh

Main : beejee, ek gal dasaan

Beejee : kee ?

Main : tussi is suit ich bahut sundar lag rahe ho….eh kaala rang twaanu bahut soot kar rahaa hai

Beejee : achchaa, teh tu eh hi dekh da rendaa eh ki mein kis suit ich kaisee lag rahee aan

Main : nahin aisee gal nahin eh..

Beejee : kaala suit main pehlee vaar silwaayaa eh..

Main : beejee iss suit di chunni kis rang di eh

Beejee : safed rang di..

Main : safed..main- nu nahin lagdaa ki safed chunni iss kaale suit naal match kare..

Beejee : main vi pehen ke nahin dekhee….hune aandee aan

Beejee apne kamre se chunni lene gayee…wapas kitchen mein aayee toh unhone chuuni pehenee hui see

Beejee : le dekh…kaisee lagdee eh ?

Main : nahin beejee..main- nu teh achchee nahin lagee…isse toh aap bina chunni ke hi achche lag teh ho..

Beejee : sach dus..agar main eh chunni paa ke apnee saheli de ghar javaan teh veh mera mazaak teh nahin karengi ?

Main : mere khayaal teh karengi..

Beejee : teh tu dus..kedi rang di chunni paavaan is suit naal ?

Main : par twaanu chunni pehene ki lod (zaroorat) ki eh..

Beejee : teh ki main ghar de bahar bagger chunni de jaavan..

Main : aa ho..teh kya hua

Beejee : tu pagal eh..shareef gharaan di auratein ghar do bahar chunni kar ke hi nikaldi enh

Main: par kis waastey..

Beejee : kis waastey!…. taki log unhaanoo buri nazraan naal naa dekhein

Main : ki gal kar de ho beejee…..chunni de bagger log buri nazar naal kyon dekhaange ?

Beejee ke chehre pe halki see muskaan thee jo vo chupaane ki koshish kar rahee thee

Beejee : dharma..tu 18 saal da ho gayaa eh tenu eh vi nahin pata..

Main : main-nu kaun dussegaa beejee..

Beejee : tenu dis nahin raha ki agar main ne chunni nahin pehenee teh….kis tarah dussaan tenu..

Main : achchaa beejee, chunni da kaam ki hai..

Beejee : chunni dhakkhan waastey ki jaandi eh..

Main : dhakkhan waatse..ki dhakkhan waastey..choti see chunni aakhir ki dhak sak di eh..?..beejee tussi vi teh eh safed chunni paa rakhee eh..ki dhak di payee eh yeh?..main-nu teh lagdaa nahin kuch vi dhak di payee oh..

Beejee : teh le hun main chunni utaar di aan..

Beejee ne chunni utaar di

Beejee : le..hun dus..eh chunni pehle kuch dhak di nahin payee see

Main : oh..beejee.. main samajh gayaa..eh aurataan de unhaan noo dhak di eh..

Beejee : ah ho..eh aurataan de unhaan noo dhak di eh

Main : main taa kadi aurataan de dhakkhan wali cheez teh gaur hi nahin kitaa…hun main market jaate hue iss cheez teh gaur karaangaan..

Beejee ne chunni utaar di thee

Beejee : cheez..kis cheez teh gaur karegaa ?

Main : eh hi ki kis aurat ne dhaki hui eh aur kisne nahin…

Beejee : tu zaroor maar khaaeygaa..( yeh kahani yahoo group hindi_internet_ love_making_ stories me padh rahe hai)

Main : par beejee..aurataan noo oh dhakkahn di lod ki eh..marad teh nahin dhak de

Beejee : jo auraton da honda eh o maradon da naihin honda..

Main : oh teh theek eh..par marad aurtaan de un pe buri nazar kyun dalenge ?

Beejee thoda sa muskurate hue bolin

Beejee : shayad maradaan noo o cheez achchee lagdee eh..

Main : eh lo..es ich achcha lagne wala ki eh..

Beejee : eh main-nu ki pataa…..tu eh dus ki kaunsi rang di chunni is suit naal match karegee..

Main : beejee mere khayaal naal teh kaali rang di chunni hi is naalon match karegee..

Beejee : hmm..shayad tu theek kendaa eh..kaali chunni teh mere paas hai vi..

Main : beejee market ich jagah jagah rang aur pichkaariaan mil rahee hain..ki holi aane waali eh ?

Beejee : aane waali ki eh..kal teh hai holi..

Main : beejee tussi khelde o holi ?

Beejee : pehle kheldi see…lekin iss shahar ich assi naye eh..teh khelen wala koi hai hi nahin..oopron tere saab vi nahin hain iss vaari..

Main : beejee main-nu teh holi bahut pasand eh….par iss vaari lagdaa eh main vi nahin khel pavaangaa

Beejee : kyun..tere dost nahin bane yahan par..main tenu kal di chutti de sakdi aan

Main : ith-theh mera koi dost nahin eh….beejee tussi kheloge mere naal ?

Beejee: main..!!..main- nu teh holi koi khaas pasand vi nahin eh..

Main : theek eh..ik saal holi nahin kheli teh kaun see aafat aa jaayegee..agle saal tak teh shayad dost ban jaayen main-ne moonh latkaateh hue bola..beejee se mera dukh dekha na gayaa

Beejee : achcha theek eh..main thoda jaya khel levaangeen tere naal..par eh gal tere saab noo pata nahin chalni chaahiye..o shayad bura manaa baithe

Main thoda khush ho kar bola

Main : nahin beejee saab noo eh gal pata kaise chalegee…. .teh main market jaa ke thoda rang le aanvaa

Beejee : hune nahin….khaana khaane de baad jaavin bachpun mein mere kafi yaar dost ban gaye theh jo meri hi tarah sadkon pe rehteh theh..hum aapas mein khoob holi khele karte theh..bhaang bhi peeteh theh..

khaana khaane ke baad mein market se thoda gulaal, thoda pakkaa rang, gubbaare aur khud ke liye bhaang le aaya…….lekin ghar aakar main-ne beejee ko sirf gulaal aur gubbare hi dikhaaye..

Beejee table pe khaana khaatee thee aur main farsh (floor) pe. jab saab hote theh toh main khaana kitchen mein khaata tha…lekin jab saab nahin hote theh toh main aur beejee tv dekhteh hue khaana khaate theh..beejee table pe aur main farsh pe….khaana khaate hue beejee bolin

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