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Papa ke doston ne milkar choda

Story Title*: Papa ke doston ne milkar choda

Your Name*: Nisha

Your Email Address*: nisha.saifey@gmail.com

Your Story*: Akhir dasvi ki pariksha khatam ho hi gayi… Padhai mein to
Nisha ki dilchaspi kabhi rahi hi nahi. Yeh to koi bhi uske badan ko dekhkar
andaza laga sakta tha. Uske chehre par ek alag sa raub tha… uski chaal
mein anokhi si masti… uski adaa mein nasheelapan… 16 saal ki umar mein
aise jalve? Aise nakhre? Aise tevar? 16 saal ki umar mein 38 inch ki chhati,
aur E size ke cup? Jawan ladki jaisa chehra aur aurat jaisi chuchiyan,
apsara jaise honth aur randi jaise dimaag… badami aankhen, doodh ki tarah
gora rang, bhoore lambe resham jaise baal, 5ft 2 inch ka nazuk kad, haya aur
besharmi ka anokha milan, sabke se samne nadan aur bistar mein sasti kulta
– kaise koi mard Nisha ke sapne na dekhe?

Uski jawani to 2 saal pehle hi building ke ek ‘Ajit Uncle’ ne noch li
thi. Jab bhi ‘aunty’ ghar se bahar jati, uncle Nisha ko phone karke bula
lete. Ghar mein ghuste hi voh Nisha ki kameez utarte aur uski chuchiyon ko
masalte masalte bolte – bahut chhote hain, zara maalish karo raat ko,
thode bade karo taki mardo ko maza aaye. Phir use bistar mein letakar uski
choot ko baar baar thokte. Shuruaat mein Nisha ko dard hota, par kuchh hi
dino mein uski choot us dard ke liye phir se bekarar ho jaati.

Ajit Nisha ke papa ka khaas dost tha. Garmi ki chhutiyon mein Nisha ke
mummy-papa kuchh dino ke liye gaav jana chahte the, par Nisha Bambai chhodna
nahi chahti thi. Ajit ne kaha – array baby hamare saath reh legi na…
main aur meri mrs uske dhyan rakhege, kyo fikar kar rahe hain aap. Ghar aate
hi Ajit ne apni biwi se kaha – jaaneman, chhutiyon mein apne maike nahi
jaogi? Apne bhaiya bhabhi se mil aao?? Usne Archana se Nisha ki baat chhedi
hi nahi.

Raat mein Ajit hamesha ki tarah club mein apne doston ke saath teen patti
khel raha tha. Cigarette ka dhuan, sharab ki khushboo, chanchal aur reshma
ka ganda mujra… Akbar bola – yaar, kal raat biwi ko thokne gaya to
hamesha ki tarah uske sir mein dard tha… saali kabhi bhosda kholti hi nahi
aaj kal. Suresh Akbar ki haa mein haa milate bola – hat chutiya, apna bhi
yahi haal hai. Shaadi ke pehle saal mein do kabhi kabar din mein bhi ghusa
deta tha, ab to hafte mein ek bhaar bhi mile to bhi khush kismati hai.
Rakesh Ajit ko gaur se dekh raha tha… jab bhi vah log sex ki baat karte,
sab ki ek hi shikayat thi – randi ke liye har baar paise nahi, patni ko
interest nahi… par Ajit har baar chup rehta. Uske honton par halki si
muskan hoti, par voh kabhi kuchh na kehta.

Ab Rakesh se raha nahi gaya – tera kya hai Ajit. Archana ke saath bahush
khush lag raha hai. Saala, shadi ke pehle to kahi par bhi aurat pe chance
marne se baaz nahi aata tha, office ki ladkiyon ke saath hotel mein kamra
book karata, kabhi kabar hamare saath randi baazi karta… aur aaaj kal dekh
raha hu tu kucch kehta hi nahi?? Baat kya hai?? Doston se chhupayega??

Ajit ne apne phone mein Nisha ki tasveer sabko dikhayi. Koi aisi vaisi
tasveer nahi… voh tasveer jo Ajit ne Nisha ki nangi kheechi thi. ‘Arrey
Uncle, yeh kya kar rahe ho… kapde to pehne dijiye!’, Nisha ne kaha tha.
Aur Ajit ne uski taazi chudi hui gili choot ko apni 2 moti tagdi ungliyon se
phir se chud kar kaha tha, ‘Kapde pehne hue to roz dekhte hain baby, nangi
to kabhi kabar hi dikhti ho na’. Voh tasveer Ajit ka ‘joker’ tha…
voh us panne ko ek din istemal kare vala tha… voh din ab kareeb aane vala
tha.

‘Chal chutiya! Kya internet par ladkiyon ki tasveer dekh kar hi khush ho
jata hai’, Akbar bola.
‘Kisne kaha internet se hai??’ Ajit muskurate bola.
‘Saala gandu, majak kar raha hai kya?? Kaha ki raand hai??’
‘Raand nahi, apne Amar Saxena ki beti hai’
‘Amar?? Kaun? Teri building vala Amar?? Ground floor vala Amar?? Rajesh ko
yakin nahi ho raha tha.
Ajit muskura raha tha… gandi muskurahat… kaam se bhari hui muskurahat.
‘Chutiya mat bana be… uski beti itni badi nahi hai’

‘16/17 saal ki hai… aur 2 saal se ‘badi’ ho chuki hai.. er hem er
hem…’

‘Saala madarchod!!!’

Ajit bola – Madarchod nahi, ladki chod!

‘14 saal mein luta usko? Kya boli voh??’ Suresh ka dimaag savalo se bhar
raha tha

Ajit bola - ‘Array jawani ke jalwe bahut jaldi phootne lage the… kai
baar building ke ladkon ko ishare kar rahi thi… to ek din use ghar bulake
chance mara, sab jagah dabane aur chhune diya mujhe… maine poochha use –
internet par kya dekhti rehti ho? To usne kaha… bahut kuchh… tab hi main
samajh gaya ki ladki tayar hai. Aur ladki tayar ho to main aisa mauka thodi
hi chodu?? Do teen baar ghar mein bulake masti kiya, choonch dabayi, nangi
ki, saath mein gandi picture dikhayi… phir bistar pe letakar lut liya. Aur
ab Archana maike jaa rahi hai, Amar bhabhi ko lekar gaaon jaa raha hain, aur
Nisha ka badan din ke din aur bhi mazedaar ho raha hain. Aur main yeh soch
raha hu – ki job hi kare kyo na mil baat ke kare’, Ajit ne doston ko
aankh mari.

Suresh, Akbar aur Rakesh dhare ke dhare reh gaye. Akbar ke haath se panna
gir gaya. Suresh ke muh se cigarette gir gayi. Rakesh ki aankhen gotiyon ki
tarah badi ho gayi. Sukravar ko line clear hain. Ab Nisha ke paas do raaste
hain – ya to hum sab ke saath apni chut ko baten, ya phir apni tasveer
apni mammi ko dikhaye.
Rakesh ne Ajit ke kandhe par zordar mara aur haste hue bola – kameene…
dost ho to tere jaisa. Cheers!


Dhalte hue suraj ki garm kirne Nisha ki gori chitti peeth ko sone ki tarah
roshan kar rahi thi. Voh naha ke bathroom se bahar nikalke apne kamre ke
aaine ki samne nangi khadi thi. Uske lambe reshmi dhule hue baalo se pani
tapak raha tha. Halki geeli latein uske gore gaalon ko choom ke bhigo rahi
thi. Bahut der tak Nisha ne apne har ang ko aaine mein parkha. Uski geeli
chuchiyon se paani ki boonde sarak kar uske nipple ke upar tham kar chamak
rahi thi.

Usne apni dahini chuchi ko haath mein uthaya aur apne nipple ko apne hothon
tak kheecha… phir apni jeebh nikalke use chaata. Theek usi tarah jaise
Ajit ne uske saath do saal pehle kiya tha. Phir apne dono haathon ke sahare
apni choonch ko aur upar uthate hue apne hoton aur daaton se Nisha ne apni
nipple ko choonsa. Theek usi tarah jaise Zaib, Hakim, Raju, Tarun aur na
jaane kitne ladkon ne use choonsa tha.

Voh dekhna chahti thi ki jab mard use nangi dekhte hain aur use chhoote hain
to uska badan kaisa lagta hai? Aaj shaam ko jab Ajit Uncle use phir se nangi
karke uske badan se khelege, to uska badan kaise dikhega? Apne dono nipple
ke sahare Nisha ne apne mamme uthaye aur aaine mein apne aapko dekha… phir
apne daaton ke tale hothon ko dabakar apne pairo ko failaya. Aaahhh… vohi
dard… vohi pyaas… vohi havas… Nisha apni chut ko bharne ke liye phir
bekarar ho gayi. Chut bhare hue use 2 haften ho chuke the, par aaj uski
pyaas phir se bujhne vali thi. Par us nadan ko kya maloom tha ki uski pyaas
kitne mardon se ek saath bujhne vali thi?

Phone ki ghanti baji. Nisha ne daudte hue phone uthaya… Ajit bola –
taiyar ho? Nisha boli – bas kapde pehen rahi thi.
Ajit – kyon? Yaha aake sab phir se nikalne hi to hain?
Nisha hans padi – phir bhi, kuchh to pehenna hoga na?
Ajit – kuchh sexy pehenna, taki phaadne mein maza aaye.

Ghanti bajte hi Ajit ne darwaza khola. Aaj tak aisi sexy ladki ko Ajit ne
nahi dekha tha. Har baar, din ke din, Nisha aur khubsoorat hoti jaa rahi
thi. Par sexy? Itni sexy?? Usay to club mein ya private party mein naachna
chahiya – Ajit ne socha.
Jaise hi Nisha ghar mein ghusi, voh hairan reh gayi. Ajit akela nahi tha.
Vaha aur teen mard the. Kaash Ajit ne bataya hota, to Nisha itne sexy kapde
pehen ke na aati!! Nisha ko dekhte hi sab mardon ki bolti band ho gayi.

Apne lambe baal Nisha ne khule chhode the… laal rang ki lipstick mein uske
hoonth aur bhi mazedaar lag rahe the. ‘Haay, mere laude par aise hoonth
… aaj to yeh ladki kaam se gayi’ – Akbar man hi man sochkar muskuraya.


Uske gol gol football jaise mamme Nisha ki ‘push-up’ bra mein aur bhi
mazedar lag rahe the. Uska tang top muskhil se uski jawani ko ghere hue tha,
maano ek saans mein kapda phat jaye! Lagbhag aadhi jawani top ke upar se
jhaank rahi thi. ‘Ek nipple mere daaton mein aur doosri Suresh ke
havale… saali bach ke jayegi kahan? – Rakesh man hi man sochkar
muskuraya.

Uska leather ka chhota sa skirt Nisha ki sexy kamar ko aur bhi ubhar raha
tha, aur uske kale ‘fish-net’ stockings uske sang-e-marmar si jhaangon
ko aur bhi akarshak bana rahe the. ‘Bas thodi der aur randi, yeh sab kuchh
fat jayega… aur bari bari sab milke teri savari mein lag jayege’ –
Suresh main hi man sochkar muskuraya.

‘Aao, apne doston se milata hu’ – Ajit bola aur Nisha ko sabse
introduce karvaya.

Ek kone mein le ja ke usne Ajit ko poochha:‘Yeh log yaha kya kar rahe
hain?’ Nisha ka dil baith gaya. Aaine ke samne apne badan ko sehltae hue
Nisha apni choot gili kar chuki thi. Usa laga ki jaise hi voh Ajit ke ghar
ayegi, Ajit usko bistar mein le jaake jamkar chodega. Par ab to use doston
ke jaane ka intezaar karna hoga.
‘Kya karu? Bas aise hi sab log yahaa aa gaye, ab mana kaise karu? Phir
socha, tum bhi aa rahi ho to kyo na milkar party kare’ – aisa kehta hue
Ajit ki ungli Nisha ke top ke button ko kheenchne lagi. Uska button toot kar
zameen par gir gaya.

Nisha jhuk kar apne button ko dhoondh rahi thi. Aur chaaron mard is nazare
ko apni gandi nazron se dekhkar maza le rahe the.

Ajit ne Nisha ka haanth kheechte hue use apni gaud mein bitha liya –
button ki fikar kyo kar rahi ho baby. Saari raat padi hai, subah dhoondh
lena. Gaud mein baithte hi Nisha ke pairon ke beech uski chaddi sabko dikhne
lagi. Voh jhunjhne lagi – chhoda na mujhe… jaane do na mujhe… Ajit
uncle.. jaane do na. Sab haans rahe the.
‘Array Ajit nahi to hamari gudiyan mein aa jaao’ – Suresh bola, aur
Nisha ka haanth kheechte hue apni gaud mein bitha diya. Nisha ab haath pair
marne lagi… ‘Yeh kya kar rahe ho?’… voh uthne ki koshish karne lagi
to Suresh ne uski chunchiyan apne bade bhari haath mein dhar li. Ab kaha
jaaogi? Suresh ka lauda uske pant se Nisha ki gaand pe ragad raha tha. Har
ghadi uska danda aur tagda, mota aur kathin hue jaa raha tha.

Ab Ajit utha aur apne pant se apna lauda nikalke Nisha ke muh ke saamne
khada ho gaya. Nisha ki aankhon mein dar bhar gaya, voh sochne lagi -
‘Ajit Uncle sab ke saamne aisa kyo kar rahe hain?’ ‘Sabke saamne uncle
ko kaise choonsoo?’ ‘Sabke saamne meri choot ko marege kya??’

Nisha ka dhyaan kuchh mahinon pehle gaya. Ajit ne Nisha ko bahut saari
angrezi gandi DVD dikhayi thi. Aur ek baar voh dang reh gayi thi. Ek ladki
ke upar baari baari kucch 9 ya 10 mard chadh rahe the… ek khatam to doosra
shuru… doosra khatam to teesra taiyar… mano voh ladki train ho aur ek ke
baad ek mard uske andar savari ke liya chadh rahe ho. ‘Aise kaise ho sakta
hain?’ Nisha ne puchha tha. ‘Kyo nahin? Aise to bahut maza aata hain.
Tumhe bhi ek baar yeh karna chahiye’ Ajit ne bola tha. Phir voh picture
dekhte dekhte Ajit ne Nisha ko kai baar choda tha. Jab uska lauda narm rehta
to Nisha ko voh gajar ya kakdi daal kar chodta. Phir se uska lauda kadak
hota, to phir se Nisha ke andar ghus jaata. Ab socho, jab main narm hota hu,
aur tumhe andar kuchh chahiye, aur agar yaha 9-10 mard ho to kaisa maza
ayega? Phir kakdi gajar ka kya kaam? Phir to asli cheez se baar baar chudai
hoti rahegi’ Ajit bola tha… par Nisha ne nahi socha tha ki aisa asli
zindagi mein bhi hota hai. Yeh to picture thi, asli thode hi tha?

‘Nahi’ – Nisha boli.
‘Array choons be’ – Suresh bola, aur usne Nisha ke muh ko Ajit ke
laude par dhakela. Nisha hairan ho gayi. Uske saath kisine aaj tak
zabardasti nahi ki thi. Sharmake voh Ajit uncle ko choonse lagi. Akbar utha
aur Nisha ko thapad mara – ‘idhar dekh be’… Nisha ne Akbar ki taraf
dekha…
Ajit ne Nisha ke baalon ko kheench kar bola – mera danda choons aur Akbar
ki taraf dekh… taki use pata chale
‘Nahi’ – Nisha boli.
‘Tujhe balatkar vali picture dikhayi thi na?’ Ajit bola.
Nisha ki aankhon mein dar bhar gaya.
Ajit ne apne phone ki tasveer Nisha ko dikhayi – ‘Bol, bheju teri maa ko
yeh tasveer’

‘Nahi’ – Nisha ghabrayi.
Suresh ne Nisha ka top berhami se fad diya aur uski bra ko bina khole uske
mammo ko bahar nikala… ab jaisa hum kehte hain vaisa kar… achhi baby hai
na? ek uncle se chudti ho to chaar uncle se chudo… kya farak padta hai? Ek
se hole marvao ya chaar se? Ha bologi to miklar chodege. Na bologi to milkar
balatkar karege. Teri marzi hai baby. Bolo Uncle ko… kya chahiye. Gangbang
chahiye ya gang rape chahiye?

(Baaki ki kahani, bahut jald. Padhne ka shukriya).

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