Cousin Priya Ke Saath Raat Bhar Ka Garam Khel

Main Ajay, 24 saal ka hoon. Delhi ke eastern area mein ek chhote se do-room wale rented flat mein rehta hoon. Papa sarkari office mein clerk hain, mummy ghar ka saara kaam sambhalti hain. Ghar bahut chhota hai. Ek room papa-mummy ka, doosra mera. College khatam hue saat mahine ho chuke the. Job ke interviews ghoom raha tha lekin kuch pakka nahi hua tha. Zindagi bilkul ordinary aur boring chal rahi thi jab tak meri cousin Priya ghar nahi aayi.

Priya meri mama ki iklauti beti hai. Umra 21 saal. Patna se BA second year ki padhai kar rahi thi. Mama ki tabiyat achanak bahut kharab ho gayi. Doctor ne kaha tension kam karne ke liye kuch din Delhi chali jaaye. Mama ne phone pe rote hue kaha ki Priya ko do-teen hafte ke liye humare paas bhej rahe hain. Ghar mein jagah nahi thi isliye mera room dono ko share karna pada. Ek purana double bed, ek mota cotton ka blanket, ek purana fan aur ek chhoti si window. Pehli baar jab woh Old Delhi railway station se utri to main hi auto lekar usse lene gaya tha.

Station ke platform pe jab woh bheed se nikal ke aayi to meri saans ek second ke liye ruk gayi. Lambi, gori skin, kaale ghane baal jo kamar tak lehra rahe the. Halki pink colour ki salwar-kameez pehni hui thi. Kameez thodi tight thi. Aage se uske boobs ki gol-gol shape saaf dikh rahi thi. Gol aur heavy boobs. Jaanghein moti aur soft. Peeche se gaand bilkul gol aur upar ko uthi hui. Badi-badi kaali aankhein. Pink mote lips. Maine dil mein socha, “Yeh to meri apni behen jaisi hai… lekin aankhein hat hi nahi pa rahi.” Andar lund halka sa tan gaya. Maine jaldi se nazar fenk li aur muskuraate hue bola, “Aa gayi Priya. Kaise ho?”

Ghar pahunch kar mummy ne garam rotiyan aur daal lagayi. Priya chup-chaap baithi rahi. Khane ke dauran uski nazar baar-baar neeche jhuki rehti thi. Khana khatam hone ke baad woh mere room mein aayi. Apna chhota sa bag rakha. Night dress nikaali – patli white cotton ki. Main bahane se bahar nikal gaya. Jab wapas aaya to woh bed ke kinare baithi thi. Night dress mein nipple ki nok saaf dikh rahi thi. Maine deewar ki taraf muh karke leta. Blanket dono pe daala. Beech mein ek mota pillow rakh diya taaki chhune ka chance na bane. Fan dheemi speed pe chal raha tha. Bahar gali mein kutte bhaunk rahe the aur kisi ke ghar se TV serial ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Maine halkese poocha, “Priya… thand to nahi lag rahi raat mein?”

Usne jawab diya, “Nahi bhaiya… bas aisi hi aadat hai.”

Maine blanket thoda apni taraf khincha. Uska haath mere haath se halka sa chhoo gaya. Dil zor se dhadak utha. Maine socha, “Agar haath pakad loon to kya hoga?” Lekin himmat nahi juti. Woh dheere-dheere so gayi. Uski saansein regular ho gayi. Maine deewar ki taraf muh karke aankhein band ki. Lund poora tan chuka tha. Pant mein tight feel ho raha tha. Raat bhar main do baar bathroom gaya. Dono baar muth maari. Priya ke gol boobs aur moti jaanghon ki tasveer aankhon ke saamne ghoomti rahi. Cum nikalte time maine lips dabaye taaki awaaz na nikle.

Subah woh bathroom gayi. Maine dekha uski night dress peeche se paseene se halki geeli ho gayi thi. Jaanghon ke beech ka hissa chipak raha tha. Maine jaldi se nazar fenk li. Din bhar ghar mein mummy rahi. Maine koi himmat nahi dikhayi. Bas door se dekhta raha.

Doosre din dopahar ko mummy sabzi lene bazaar chali gayi. Ghar bilkul khali. Priya TV pe koi purana serial dekh rahi thi. Main uske paas sofa pe baith gaya.

“Priya… college kaisa chal raha hai Patna mein? Friends kaise hain? Padhai ka pressure to nahi?”

“Theek hai bhaiya… lekin ghar ki yaad bahut aati hai. Papa ki tabiyat ki wajah se mann bilkul nahi lag raha. Raat ko neend kam aati hai.”

Maine thodi der aur baat ki. Uski childhood ki baatein poochi. Mama ke ghar ki yaadein. Woh dheere-dheere khulne lagi. Phir maine halkese uska kandha chhua. “Tum thak gayi lag rahi ho. Kandhe dabane doon thode?”

Usne kandha jhatke se hata liya. “Ajay bhaiya… aise mat karo. Hum cousin hain. Aisi baatein theek nahi.”

Maine haath wapas kheench liya. Andar gussa aur intense desire dono ek saath uthe. Maine socha, “Itni jaldi nahi chalega. Dheere-dheere hi karna padega.” Raat ko phir ek hi blanket mein lete. Is baar maine jaan-boojh kar apna pair uske pair se sata diya. Woh hili nahi. Maine dheere-dheere pair upar sarakaya. Jaangh chhoo gayi – soft aur garam. Lund aur zyada hard ho gaya. Usne pair hata liya aur blanket apni taraf kheench liya.

“So jao bhaiya. Mat karo aisa.”

Maine mann maar liya. Subah tak neend nahi aayi. Bathroom mein jaakar phir muth maari. Is baar Priya ke naam leke.

Teesre din shaam ko dono chhat pe baithe the. Halki hawa chal rahi thi. Padosi ke ghar se bachchon ki hansi aur bartan manjne ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Suraj dhal raha tha.

“Priya… tum aaj bahut sundar lag rahi ho. Yeh halki salwar tumpe bahut acchi lagti hai. Baal aise khule rakhne se aur pyaari lagti ho.”

“Bhaiya… aisi baatein mat karo. Galat lagti hain. Ghar wale agar sun lein to kya kahenge. Hum cousin hain, yaad hai na?”

“Main… main sirf taarif kar raha tha. Kuch galat irada nahi tha. Tum sach mein sundar ho.”

Usne baat kaat di, “Nahi. Aisi baatein cousin bhai ke saath nahi honi chahiye. Papa ki tabiyat kharab hai, main yahan aaram aur thoda mann badalne aayi hoon. Gandi baatein mat karo.”

Maine chup rehna hi theek samjha. Raat ko bed pe lete to maine blanket ke andar haath badhaya. Uska haath pakda. Usne zor se chhudwa liya.

“So jao Ajay. Mat chhoo mujhe. Neend aa rahi hai.”

Chauthe din subah mummy-papa dono relatives ke ghar Haridwar jaane wale the. Do din ke liye. Ghar poori tarah khali rehne wala tha. Maine mann mein thaan liya ki aaj zaroor kuch aage badhana hai. Din bhar Priya se baatein ki. Uski padhai ke baare mein, Patna ke friends ke baare mein, future ki job ke baare mein. Woh thodi soft padi. Shaam ko khana kha kar dono room mein aaye. Light band kar di. Fan medium speed pe chal raha tha. Bahar halki baarish shuru ho gayi thi. Chhat pe paani ki tap-tap awaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi. Gali mein koi rickshaw wala horn baja raha tha.

Maine blanket ke andar haath badhaya. Is baar uska haath pakad kar dheere se apni taraf khincha. “Thand lag rahi hai. Pass aa jao thoda. Blanket chhota pad raha hai.”

Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas saansein thodi tez ho gayi. Maine uska haath apni jaangh pe rakha. Lund poora tana hua tha. Pant ke upar se uski hatheli ko feel ho raha tha. Usne haath hata diya.

“Priya… ek baar sirf… koi nahi hai ghar mein.”

“Nahi bhaiya… galat hai. Hum bhai-behen jaise hain. Aisa nahi hona chahiye. Paap lagega. Ghar ki izzat…”

Maine phir se haath badhaya. Is baar uski kamar pe. Night dress ke upar se. Uski kamar patli aur garam thi. Saansein aur tez ho gayi. Maine dheere-dheere haath upar sarakaya. Boobs ke bilkul neeche tak. Soft flesh feel hua.

Usne mera haath pakad liya. “Ruko… mat karo Ajay. Dar lag raha hai. Agar koi achanak aa gaya to…”

“Bas thoda sa… koi nahi aayega. Mummy-papa kal shaam tak nahi lautenge. Tum bhi chahti ho na? Kal raat tumhari saansein tez ho rahi thi.”

Maine uska muh apni taraf ghumaaya. Lips bahut paas aa gaye. Pehli kiss. Halki aur dar bhari. Uske lips soft, garam aur thode sookhe the. Maine tongue andar daali. Thook milaya. Usne pehle resist kiya. Lips kas kar band kiye. Garden peeche khinchi. Phir dheere-dheere jawab dene lagi. Lambi aur geeli kiss. Dono ki saansein ulajh gayi. Thook dono ke muh mein mil kar behne laga.

Blanket ke andar mera haath uske blouse ke neeche chala gaya. Boobs gol, mote aur bahut soft. Nipples tane hue aur hard. Maine ungli se dheere-dheere ghumaaya. “Aahh…” uski dabi hui awaaz nikli.

“Priya… yeh doodh kitne soft aur heavy hain. Kitne gol-gol. Haath mein aate hi mann kar raha hai choos loon.”

“Bhaiya… band karo na… koi aa jaayega… paap lagega humein… chhodo…”

Maine doosri taraf haath badhaya. Panty ke upar se chut ko dabaya. Poori geeli thi. Garam aur soft. Maine ek ungli andar daali. Dheere se. Uski chut garam, tight aur geeli. Do ungliyan. Andar-bahar dheere-dheere. Chap-chap ki halki geeli awaaz blanket ke neeche se aane lagi.

“Uuuhhh… Ajay… mat… nikaalo ungli… dar lag raha hai…”

Maine kiss jaari rakhi. Thook uske muh mein chhoda. Nipple ko muh mein liya aur choosa. Blouse upar kar diya. Dono doodh muh mein ek-ek karke liye. Daant se halka kaata. Tongue se gol-gol ghumaaya. Uski kamar uchhalne lagi. Jaanghein kaanpne lagi.

“Aahhh… bhaiya… ruko… saans nahi aa rahi… dheere…”

Maine fingering tez kar di. Andar clit pe ungli ghumane laga. Uski jaanghein mere haath ko zor se daba rahi thi. Paani aur tez nikalne laga. Blanket geela hone laga. Maine doosri ungli gaand ki darar pe lagayi. Halka dabaya. Andar nahi ghusaaya. Sirf pressure diya.

“Aaaahhhh… nahi… wahan mat lagao… ahh…”

Maine lund nikala. Pant ka zip khola aur lund bahar nikala. Uska haath pakad kar lund pe rakha. Usne pehle zor se mana kiya. Haath hataya. Phir dheere-dheere pakad liya. Upar-neeche hilane lagi. Maine uski chut mein teen ungliyan thok di. Chap-chap ki awaaz zor se hone lagi. Blanket ke neeche geelapan fail raha tha.

“Priya… kitni geeli ho gayi hai teri chut. Dekho paani kaise nikal-nikal kar meri hatheli geeli kar raha hai. Khushboo bhi aa rahi hai.”

“Umm… band karo… dar lag raha hai… agar koi sun le to… ahh…”

Maine uske muh pe halkese haath rakha. Fingering jaari rakhi. Uski siskaariyan dabi-dabi nikal rahi thi. Achanak uska poora shareer kaanp utha. Jaanghein tan gayi. Paani zor se chhoot gaya. Meri poori hatheli aur kalai geeli ho gayi. Maine ungliyan muh mein le jaakar choos li. Chut ki tez khushboo aur namkeen-meetha taste.

“Ajay… yeh kya kar diya tumne… main… main ab kya karoon… sharam aa rahi hai…”

Maine use kas kar gale lagaaya. Seene se sata liya. “Kal… kal kuch aur karenge. Aaj bas itna. Tum bhi maza le rahi thi na?”

Usne sar hilaya. Aankhon mein paani tha. “Nahi… phir kabhi nahi. Yeh bahut galat hai. Hum cousin hain. Ghar ki izzat daav pe lag jaayegi. Papa ki tabiyat kharab hai…”

Subah woh mujhse bilkul baat nahi kar rahi thi. Din bhar bach-bach kar rahi. Room mein aate-jaate nazar fenk leti. Maine socha shayad sab khatam ho gaya. Lekin shaam ko jab dono akele chhat pe mile to uski aankhon mein wahi bhookh saaf dikh rahi thi. Dar ke saath mili hui.

Paanchwe din subah mummy-papa wapas aa gaye. Ghar mein phir halchal ho gayi. Maine Priya se seedha koi baat nahi ki. Lekin dopahar ko jab woh chhat pe kapde sukhane gayi to main bhi kapde leke chala gaya.

“Priya… kal raat wali baat… agar galat laga ho to maaf kar dena. Main khud ko rok nahi paaya.”

“Bhaiya… bhool jao woh sab. Phir kabhi mat karna. Warna main ghar wapas chali jaaungi. Papa ko phone karke bol doongi.”

“Theek hai. Jaisa tum kahogi. Main kuch nahi karunga.”

Raat ko bed pe lete to maine koi koshish nahi ki. Sirf blanket share kiya. Beech mein pillow phir rakh diya. Lekin andar lund poori raat tana raha. Maine do baar bathroom jaakar muth maari. Dono baar Priya ke geele boobs aur fingering ki yaad mein. Cum nikalte time deewar pakadni padi.

Chhathe din dopahar ko ghar phir khali hua. Mummy mandir gayi thi. Papa office. Maine phir se try kiya. Priya kitaab leke bed pe baithi padh rahi thi. Main uske paas baith gaya.

“Priya… tumhe Patna wapas kab jaana hai? Do hafte aur rahogi kya?”

“Shayad do hafte aur. Papa ki tabiyat dheere-dheere theek ho rahi hai. Doctor ne aaram karne ko kaha hai.”

Maine baat aage badhayi. Uski padhai, Patna ke friends, future ki job ki baatein. Woh khul gayi. Phir maine halkese uska haath pakda. “Kal raat… tumhe thoda maza to aaya tha na? Tumhari chut itni geeli ho gayi thi.”

Usne haath jhatke se chhudwa liya. “Nahi… mat poochho woh baat. Galat tha sab. Bhool jao.”

“Par tumhari chut itni geeli ho gayi thi ki paani nikal aaya tha. Khushboo abhi bhi yaad hai.”

“Ajay! Chup raho. Aisi gandi aur sharmnaak baatein mat karo. Agar kisi ne sun liya to…”

Maine ruk gaya. Lekin shaam ko jab dono akele room mein the aur light band ho gayi to maine phir se blanket ke andar haath badhaya. Is baar usne khud mera haath pakad liya aur lund ki taraf le gayi. “Bas thoda… sirf haath se… aur kuch nahi… dar lag raha hai…”

Maine fingering shuru ki. Bahut lambi aur dheemi. Boobs ko poori tarah choosa. Nipples kaate. Chut ko blanket ke neeche chaata. Tongue andar tak daali. Uski jaanghein mere sar ko zor se daba rahi thi. Baalon ko pakad liya usne. “Aahhh… aur… tongue wahan… haan…”

Maine lund uske muh mein thoka. Poora andar. Gale tak. Usne gag kiya. Thook lund pe beh nikal aaya. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Maine phir wapas fingering ki. Woh do baar zor se jhad gayi. Paani blanket pe fail gaya. Bed thoda geela ho gaya.

“Bhaiya… ab aur nahi… dar lag raha hai ghar mein. Koi aa sakta hai…”

Maine kaha, “Kal OYO chalte hain. Poora kar lenge. Wahan koi nahi aayega. Poora din aur raat humare paas hogi.”

“OYO? Paagal ho gaye ho kya tum? Agar kisi ne dekh liya ya shak ho gaya to… family ki izzat mitti mein mil jaayegi… Papa…”

“Koi nahi dekhega. Maine pehle se soch rakha hai. Ek din. Sirf hum dono. Tum bhi chahti ho. Tumhari aankhein bol rahi hain.”

Saatwe din subah maine mobile pe OYO app khol kar ek saaf-suthra room book kar liya. Dopahar mein dono ghar se nikle. Ghar walon ko kaha ki college ke group project ke kaam se bahar ja rahe hain. Hotel pahunche. Teesri manzil ka kona wala room. Bada bed. AC tez chal raha tha. Window pe mota parda. Door double lock kiya. Bahar corridor mein kisi ke kadmon ki awaaz aayi phir silence chha gayi. Room mein sirf AC ki dheemi awaaz thi.

Priya door ke paas khadi thi. Dar aur intense desire dono aankhon mein saaf dikh rahe the. Salwar-kameez abhi bhi pehne hue. Maine use deewar se laga kar zor se kiss kiya. Bahut lambi. Thook milaya. Tongue andar-bahar ki. Uske lips kaanp rahe the. Maine dheere-dheere kapde utarne shuru kiye. Pehle dupatta. Phir kameez ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Blouse khula. Bra ka hook khola. Dono doodh bahar aa gaye. Gol, mote, heavy. Nipples kaale aur poori tarah tane hue.

“Aahhh… dheere… thand lag rahi hai AC se…”

Maine dono doodh haathon mein liye. Muh mein ek nipple liya aur zor se choosa. Daant se halka kaata. Tongue se gol-gol ghumaaya. Doosra bhi waisa hi. Sirf boobs pe bees minute se zyada time lagaya. Uski saansein bahut tez ho gayi. Kamar hilne lagi. Maine boobs ke neeche chaata. Pet pe. Naabhi ke aas-paas. Phir salwar ka naada khola. Neeche giraaya. Panty pink colour ki. Beech mein gehra geela dhabba pad chuka tha. Maine panty dheere se utaari. Chut baalon wali. Thode lambe kaale baal. Poori geeli aur chamak rahi thi. Pink pankhudiyan sooji hui. Maine ghutnon ke bal baith kar chut ko paas se soongha. Tez aur madhosh karne wali khushboo. Machhli jaisi aur meethi mili-juli. Tongue lagayi. Clit pe. Bahut lamba aur dheere-dheere chaata. Andar-bahar. Do ungliyan bhi saath mein. Chap-chap ki geeli awaaz. Uski jaanghein mere sar ko zor se daba rahi thi. Baal pakad liye usne.

“Aaaahhhh… Ajay… tongue aur andar daalo… wahan… haan… bas wahin…”

Maine bahut lambe time tak chaata. Lagbhag aadha ghanta. Uski chut se paani continuously beh raha tha. Mere muh mein, thodi pe, garden tak. Maine ungliyan soonghi phir choosi. Taste namkeen aur meetha. Phir lund nikala. Uska muh khola aur lund andar thoka. Gale tak. Usne aankhein band karke choosa. Glup-glup ki awaaz. Thook lund pe beh raha tha. Maine baal pakad kar dheere-dheere thoka. Gale mein. Usne gag kiya. Aankhon se paani ki boondein nikal aayi.

“Uuuhhh… bhaiya… ab daalo na… sehan nahi ho raha… chut tadap rahi hai…”

Maine use bed pe litaya. Pair failaye. Lund chut ke muh pe rakha. Dheere se ghusaaya. Bahut tight. Pehli baar poora andar. Dard se uski aankhein bhar aayi. Nakhun meri peeth mein chubh gaye. Lips kaat liye usne.

“Aahhh… dard ho raha hai… dheere… thoda nikaalo… ahh…”

Maine ruk kar phir se kiss kiya. Thook milaya. Phir dheere-dheere dhakke dene shuru kiye. Chap-chap ki awaaz. Andar tak. Uski chut lund ko zor se nichod rahi thi. Garam aur slippery walls. Maine dil mein socha, “Yeh chut kitni tight aur garam hai… shaadi-shuda aurat se kai guna mast lagegi.”

“Priya… kitni tight hai teri chut… aaram se le… dheere-dheere poora andar jaayega…”

“Aahh… aur gehra… haan… dard ke saath maza bhi aa raha hai… aur…”

Dhakke tez kiye. Bed zor se charamra raha tha. Creak-creak. Uski siskaariyan. “Aaaahhhh… chodo… aur tez… faad do meri chut…”

Maine position badli. Doggy style. Gaand upar ki taraf. Dhakke aur zor se. Thap-thap uski gaand pe. Laal ho gayi. Maine gaand pe thappad maare. Do-teen zor ke.

“Aahhh… bhosdi ke… aur zor se pel… meri chut faad daal… ahh…”

Doosra round missionary. Pair mere kandhon pe. Bahut gehra. Har dhakke pe uski aankhein band. Muh khula. Tongue bahar nikli hui. “Haan… haan… aur… cum andar hi daalna… bahar mat nikaalna…”

Maine zor se cum andar undel diya. Garam lava. Bhar diya poora. Nikalte time white cum tapak raha tha. Usne ungli se utha kar chakh. Muh mein le liya.

“Umm… namkeen hai… aur chahiye… phir se daalo…”

Teesra round side ways mein. Maine peeche se ghusaaya. Ek haath uske boobs pe zor se masal raha tha. Doosra clit pe ghuma raha tha. Dhakke. Chap-chap. Squish-squish. Uski awaaz poori tarah toot gayi.

“Aaaa… Ajay… aur… cum… andar hi daal… pregnant kar de mujhe… ahh…”

Maine phir se zor se jhad diya. Andar. Dono paseene se poori tarah latpath. Bed sheet poori geeli. Room mein chut, cum aur paseene ki tez mehak fail gayi thi. AC ki awaaz ke beech sirf humari bhaari saansein goonj rahi thi.

Priya mere seene pe leti hui thi. Shareer chipchipa. Baal chehre pe chipak gaye the. “Ab kya hoga… ghar jaakar… agar mummy ko zara bhi shak ho gaya to… sab khatam…”

“Kuch nahi hoga. Kal phir milenge. Agli baar teri gaand bhi maarunga. Roz-roz chodunga tujhe. Apni randi bana kar rakhunga.”

Usne thodi muskuraahat di. Aankhon mein abhi bhi dar tha lekin gehli satisfaction bhi. “Paagal ho tum… par… haan… bahut carefully karna…”

Humne kapde pehne. Shareer abhi bhi chipchipa lag raha tha. Tissue ke poore packet se saaf kiya. Bathroom mein jaakar paani se dhoya. Panty mein abhi bhi cum tapak raha tha. Bahar nikle. Auto mein baithe to uski jaangh meri jaangh se sat rahi thi. Andar phir se lund tan gaya. Ghar pahunche. Raat ko phir ek hi blanket mein lete. Is baar bina pillow ke. Haath uske boobs pe. Halki fingering. Lambi kiss. Subah tak.

“Priya… ab roz raat ko… blanket ke andar hi… halkese…”

“Haan… par ghar mein bahut halkese… OYO phir kabhi jaldi…”

Maine use kas kar apni taraf kheench liya. Bahar fan chal raha tha. Gali mein kutte bhaunk rahe the. Andar sirf humari mili-juli saansein aur kabhi-kabhi nikli dabi siskaariyan.