Cousin Sister Ki Geeli Chut Aur Gaand Dono Ek Saath Chodi

Main Rahul, 22 saal ka. Kanpur ke purane mohalle mein middle-class ghar. Maa-babuji, chhoti behan aur dadi ke saath. Garmiyon ki chuttiyon mein mausi ka family aaya. Mausi ki beti Pari… meri mouseri behan. 19 saal. Gori chamakdaar twacha, lambe ghane baal jo kamar tak lahrate, gol-gol doodh jaise boobs jo blouse mein phule rehte, aur gaand… gol, mulayam, saari ke neeche se bhi hile toh lund tan jaye. Bachpan mein saath khelte the, ab woh jawan ho chuki thi. Aankhon mein sharmili chamak lekin badan mein woh garmi jo chhup nahi sakti thi.

Pehli shaam khana khate waqt meri nazar baar-baar uske boobs par ja rahi thi. Blouse thoda tight, nipple ki aakriti saaf. Andar se socha – “Saali… itni jawan. Bachpan wali Pari ab yeh badan lekar aayi hai. Lund har waqt khada rehta hai.” Raat ko sab so gaye toh main bathroom gaya. Jhaag bhara paani, pankhe ki awaaz. Muth maari. Pari ki gaand aur chut ki kalpana. Jhadte waqt maal deewar par laga diya. Dil mein sharm bhi thi lekin lund phir tan gaya.

Agle din dopahar. Ghar mein sirf hum do. Maa-babuji bazaar, dadi soyi. Pari TV dekh rahi thi. Main paas baith gaya. “Pari… yaad hai bachpan mein kaise ludo haarte the?” Woh muskuraayi, “Haan bhaiya… tum hamesha haarte.” Maine thoda kareeb sarkaaya. Kandha chhu gaya. Woh hili nahi. Maine bold hokar kaha, “Tera baal aaj bahut sundar lag raha hai.” Usne sir ghumaya, “Are bhaiya… aisi baatein mat karo. Mausi aa jaayein toh kya sochenge.” Haath wapas kheench liya. Andar frustration. “Yeh toh bahut door hai… aasaan nahi hoga.”

Doosre din subah chai banate waqt uski kamar mein halka haath rakha. “Chai le lo.” Woh sakht ho gayi. “Bhaiya… haath mat lagao. Galat lag raha hai.” Maine muskurakar kaha, “Kya galat? Hum toh bhai-behan jaise hain.” Chehre par ghabrahat. Woh jaldi kamre mein chali gayi. Din bhar uske baare mein socha. Raat ko phir muth. Is baar aur zor se. Pari ki geeli chut ki kalpana karte hue jhad gaya. Maal farsh par gira, paani se dhoya.

Teesre din mauka. Sab mandir gaye. Sirf hum. Kamre mein ghuskar uske bagal mein baitha. Mobile dekh rahi thi. Dheere se haath pakda. “Pari… tujhe kuch kehna hai.” Woh ghabraayi, “Kya?” Aankhon mein dekha, “Tera badan… bahut khoobsurat hai. Main roz sochta hoon.” Haath chhudaya. “Bhaiya… yeh mat kaho. Hum rishtedaar hain. Family ki izzat… agar koi sun le toh?” Phir koshish, “Koi nahi sun raha. Bas thodi der baith.” Lekin woh uthkar bahar chali gayi. “Mujhe padhai karni hai.” Dil mein gussa. “Saali… kitni mushkil hai. Itni aasaani se nahi milegi.”

Agle do din madad ki. College project mein sahayata, raat ko der tak baatein. Dheere-dheere khuli. Ek raat chhat par. Hawa thandi, door gali se kutte bhaunk rahe the, pankha ghoom raha tha. Usne bataya college mein ladke pareshan karte hain. Maine suna. “Tum chintit mat ho. Main hoon na.” Sir mere kandhe par rakh diya. Dil zor se dhadka. Lund tan gaya. Baal sehlaya. Saham gayi lekin hati nahi. Kuch der baad boli, “Bhaiya… yeh galat hai. Main darti hoon.” “Dar kis baat ka? Hum sirf baat kar rahe hain.” Tanaav badh raha tha.

Paanchve din phir akela. Dopahar. Dadi soyi, baaki bahar. Kamre ka darwaza band kiya. Pari bistar par leti kitaab padh rahi thi. Paas baitha. “Pari… ab aur nahi seh sakta.” Uthi. Aankhein badi. “Kya matlab?” Dono gaal pakde. “Ab aur intezaar nahi. Tujhe chahiye bhi… main dekh raha hoon.” Mana kiya, aankhon mein aansu. “Nahi… galat hai… main kunwari hoon… family ki izzat…” Lekin nahi chhoda. Honthon par honth rakh diye. Pehli chumban. Jhatki lekin kas kar pakda. Jeebh andar. Thook mila. Dheere-dheere jawab dene lagi. Saans tez. “Ummm… bhaiya… rukoo…” Lekin baal pakad liye.

T-shirt upar ki. Bra kholi. Gol safed doodh jaise boobs. Nipple gulabi, tane. Ek muh mein liya, choosa. Jeebh ghumayi. Sisakne lagi. “Aahhh… bhaiya… mat karo… koi aa jayega…” Badan dhakke de raha tha. Doosra bhi choosa, daanton se halka kaata. Haath mere sir par. Panty geeli. Neeche haath badhaya. Janghon ke beech. Chut par halki maalish. Aur siski. “Nahi… wahan mat….” Taangein thodi khol diin.

Poori tarah nanga kiya. Gaand gol, chikni, darar saaf. Bistar par litaya. Ghutnon ke beech baitha. Chut par nazar. Baal saaf, gulabi pankhudiyaan, thodi geeli. Naak lagayi. Gandh meethi, madbhari. Jeebh nikaali aur chaata. Upar se neeche. Clit par ghumaya. Kamar uthayi. “Aaaaahhhhh… bhaiya… kya kar rahe ho…” Aur zor se chaata. Ungli andar. Tight… bahut tight. Do ungliyaan. Andar ki deewarein garam, geeli. Chut ka paani muh mein. Swad namkeen-meetha. Chaatte hue kaha, “Kitni swadisht chut hai teri… roz chaatoonga.” Haathon se muh dabaye sisak rahi thi. Pankha ghoom raha tha, bistar charamra raha tha.

69 karwaya. Woh upar, main neeche. Muh mein mera lund. Aath inch mota, nason wala. Hichkichate hue liya. “Ummm… itna mota…” Gaand ki darar mein jeebh daali. Ched ko chaata. Jhatki. “Aahhh… wahan nahi…” Jaari rakha. Jeebh ghusayi. Lund aur gehra liya. Gale tak. Glup-glup. Chut aur gaand dono chaate. Badan se paseena. Kamre mein sex ki gandh.

Foreplay lamba. Boobs choosna, nipple kaatna, ungliyaan chut mein, gaand mein ek ungli, chaatna… sab. Poori tarah geeli. Chut se paani tapak raha tha. Bistar geela. “Bhaiya… ab… ab kuch karo… sehan nahi ho raha…” Lund muh se nikaala. Thook lagakar chut par rakha. Dheere dhakka. Sirf supara andar. Cheekhi. “Aaaaahhhhh… dard… rukoo…” Khoon ki boond. Kunwari. Rukkar chooma. “Dard jayega… seho.” Dheere-dheere aadha. Tight deewarein daba rahi thin. Chap-chap shuru. Poora ghusaya. Aansu lekin kamar hila rahi thi.

Pehle round missionary. Taangein kandhon par. Zor-zor dhakke. Har dhakke par chap-chap, thap-thap. Gaand bistar se takra rahi. Chut se paani chhalak raha. “Aahhh… bhaiya… aur gehra… faad do….” Gaaliyan, “Saali randi… apni mouseri behan ki chut chod raha hoon… kitni tight hai.” Jawab, “Haan… chodo… madarchod… meri chut teri ho gayi…” Maal andar jhadne wala toh bahar nikaala. Muh mein. Nigall liya. Jhaag muh se. Chut se paani abhi bhi tapak raha tha. Maine phir chaata. Geela-geela.

Doosre round doggy. Ghutnon par. Gaand upar. Gol nitamb. Pehle chut mein phir se. Geeli awaazein chap-chap. Phir gaand ke ched par. Nariyal tel lagaya. Ungli se failaya. Do ungliyaan aasaani se. “Bhaiya… gaand mein daalo… chut se zyada maza aayega.” Supara gaand mein pela. Cheekhi. “Auch… aahhh… maa… mar gayi…” Peechhe dhakka. Tel se aadha. Aur tel tapkaya. Poora lund gaand mein. Tight… chut se bhi zyada. Deewarein kas rahi thin. Dhakke. Chap-chap, dhapp-dhapp. Gaand thap-thap. Chut ko ungli se ragda. Pagal. “Aaaaahhhhh… haan… faad do gaand… aur zor se… bhosdi ke…”

Baal pakadkar kheenche. Gehri chudai. Lund andar-bahar. Kabhi poora bahar, phir zor se andar. Sisak rahi, aansu aur maze ke mishran. Kamre mein pankhe ki awaaz, bistar ki charamrahat, saansein. Achanak darwaze ke bahar kadam. Dono ruke. “Kaun hai?” Koi nahi. Dar aur maza milakar aur zor. Gaand mein maal jhaad diya. Garam lava andar. Bahar nikalte tapakne laga. Ungli se nikaala aur chakh a. “Ummm… swadisht.” Chut se bhi paani nikal raha tha. Bistar poori tarah geela.

Teesre round. God mein baithaya. Face to face. Gaand mein phir. Khud upar-neeche. Boobs muh mein. Chumban, thook adla-badli. Thak gayi toh neeche litakar aur zor. “Bhaiya… aur nahi… bhar gaya…” Jaari rakha. Aakhir dono ek saath. Uska paani chut se phoonta, mera gaand se. Chap-chap ki awaaz abhi bhi. Paseena, maal, chut ka paani mila. Badan chipchip e.

Baad mein pade rahe. Tissue se saaf. Bathroom gaye. Wahan phir oral. Lund saaf kiya, gaand aur chut chaati. Paani ki boondein. Kapde pehnte atke. “Yeh button nahi lag raha.” Hanse. Phir chup. “Bhaiya… yeh kya ho gaya humse? Agar kisi ko pata chala…” Gale lagaya. “Koi nahi pata chalega. Agli baar phir… teri gaand roz maaroonga. Tujhe apni randi banaoonga. Chut mein bhi bhar doonga.” Sir hilaya lekin muskuraayi. “Haan… lekin saavdhaani se.”

Raat bhar saath. Subah alag jaise kuch na hua. Lekin aankhon mein vaada. Family ke beech khana khate dil dhadakta. Izzat ka dar, garbhavastha ka khayal, lekin woh geela maza bhoolne wala nahi. Chut aur gaand dono geeli-geeli faad di. Aasaan nahi tha. Kai din, kai baar mana, dar. Lekin aakhir ho hi gaya. Ab jab milte hain toh aankhon mein woh geeli bhookh hoti hai.