Sulekha Ki Chudai – Part 3 (Sadakchhaap Chudai)

Sheher ab peeche reh gaya tha aur makaan aur imaarato ki jagah ab khule maidan aur kheto ne le li thi. Ghadi mein raat ke 9:40 baje the. Par humara ghar abhi bhi aadha ghante se zyada dur tha.

Achanak se, Scooty jhatke dene lagi aur kuchh hi dor jake baand ho gayi.

“Oh fuck, yaar,” Shivangi phusphusayi.

“Ab yeh kya hua?” maine fauran pucha.

“Petrol khatam ho gaya. Reserve mein thi. Mujhe bharwana yaad nahi raha.”

“Tu koi cheez yaad kyu nahi rakhti hai,” maine uske helmet par tapli maari.

“Arre bhool jata hai insaan cheeze,” Shivangi boli.

“Ab kya kare hum?”

“Ab aap apna phone nikalo aur jo harami aulaade paida kiye hai, unhe phone lagao aur petrol leke aane ko bolo.”

“Thoda tameez se baat kar. Tere bhai behen hai woh,” maine tooka.

“Toh maine kaunsi battameezi ki. Harami toh hai hi woh,” Shivangi boli, scooty ko stand par lagate hue, “Aapke peth mein jo bachcha palraha hai, uske alaawa kis aur ke baap ka pata hai apko.”

“Uss hisaab se toh tu bhi harami hui,” maine taana mara.

“Toh maine kab mana kiya,” Shivangi muskurate hue boli, “Kitne saare ladko se chudwayi thi uss time. Pata nahi kiske muth ne mujhe paida kiya. Agar kabhi pata chal jaye toh bata dena. Main bhi apne baap se mil lungi. Aur agar mera baap bhi apke baap ki tarah tharki nikla, toh main bhi apne baap se chudwa ke ek ya doh bachche paida karlungi.”

“Mujhe uss waqt nahi pata tha ki woh mere baap the,” maine bola.

“Toh kya hua. Mama toh the hi woh apka. Agar baap ke taur par nahi janti thi toh apni Maa ke bhai ke taur par to janti thi. Fir bhi chuwali unse.”

Ji haan, yeh baat sahi hai. Meri Maa ke bhai hi mere sagye baap hai. Par kafi lumbe waqt tak yeh baat na toh mujhe pata thi, na hi meri Maa ko, aur nahi mere mama/baap ko. Kafi saalo ke baad yeh baat hume pata chali. Par tab tak, main usse kafi baar chud chuki thi aur unse 3 bachche bhi paida kar chuki thi.

“Mama aur baap ke rishte mein farak hota hai.”

“Ab time na waste karo aur phone lagao ghar.”

Uske kehne par maine apna phone purse se nikala. Par koi fayda nahi. Mere phone mein signal nahi the. Maine Shivangi ko kaha phone karne ko toh uska phone puri tarah se discharge tha.

“Ab kya?” Shivangi boli.

“Ab dhakka maro,” maine kaha.

“Main dhakka nahi maarungi,” Shivangi ne mana kar diya.

“Fir iss scooty ko kya sar par lad ke leke jayegi?”

“Isko hum yahi park kar dete hai. Ghar chalke, petrol leke aate hai,” Shivangi ne sujhaya,

“Scooty koi utha ke le jayega,” maine bola.

“Toh kya farak padta hai. 6 logo se chudwa lungi. Scooty ke layak paise aa jayenge. Waise bhi, log aapko aur mujhe foreigner samajhte hai. Mujhe aaram se foreigner wale rate milenge. Waise bhi, Doctor ne chuchiya chuske garam toh kiya par bina pele hi jane diya. Saala chut abhi bhi garam hai. Ghar pahuchke achche se chudwaungi.”

“Kabhi chudai ke alaawa bhi kuch soch le!” maine kaha.

“Jab aapne kabhi chudai ke alaawa nahi socha toh apni aulaado se kyu umeed karti ho,” Shivangi ne haste hue kaha.

“Ab bakwaas baand kar aur dhakka maar.”

Iss umeed mein ki shayad thodi dor par signal mil jaye, humne scooty ko dhakka dena shuru kiya. Kuch der baad, 3 motorcycles ne hume par kiya. Hume dekh woh ruki, ghumi, aur humari taraf aayi. Uspe sirf ladke baithe the. Shakal dekhke lag raha tha ki woh college ke students honge.

“Sab theek hai?” ek ladke ne pucha.

“Humari scooty ka petrol khatam ho gaya hai,” Shivangi boli.

“Toh hum dhakka laga dete hai,” ladke ne sujhaya.

“Aap log dhakka lagao ya hum, ek hi baat hai,” Shivangi boli.

“Arre hum dosre tarike se dhakka lagayenge,” dosra lagka bola, “aap dono scooty par baitho, main peeche, apki scooty ke, apna paiar laga dunga. Meri bike ke saath saath apki scooty bhi chalti rahegi.”

“Nahi nahi… usme girne ka darr rahega,” main ghabrate hui boli.

“Arre nahi girengi aap. Hum yeh kaam kafi baar kar chuke hai. Isse aap jaldi petrol pump pauch jayengi. Warna petrol pump yaha se kafi dor hai,” ladka bola.

“Nahi, Mom theek keh rahi hai. Hum agar gir gaye toh dikkat ho jayegi,” Shivangi boli.

“Fir ek kaam karo. Humme se ek apki scooty pe aa jata hai, aur aap dono humari bike pe aake baith jao peechhe,” ladke ne kaha.

Maine aur Shivangi ne ek dosre ki taraf dekha aur fir ladko ki baat maanli. Ek bike pe 2 log the aur baki pe 3. Jin bikes par 3 log the, usme se 2 log jo beech mein baithe the, woh utre aur humari scooty pe baith gaye.

Main aur Shivangi, unn 2 ladko ki jagah bikes par baith gayi. Hum dono, 2 alag alag bikes par, 2 ladko ke beech mein dabke baithi hui thi.

“Mera naam Karan hai,” jo ladka mere peeche baitha tha, bola. “Aur yeh joh bike chala raha hai, iska naam hai Saif. Aur aapka?”

“Main Sulekha,” maine jawaab diya, muskurate hue. “Aur woh jo dosri bike par baithi hai, woh meri badi beti hai, Shivangi.”

Apni dress ki wajah se mujhe dono pair same side karke baitha pda, jaise main scooty par baithi thi. Iski wajah se main Karan ki godh mein baithi thi. Balance banane ke liye, maine ek haath Saif ke kandhe par rkha hua tha aur dosra Karan ke kandhe par.

“Waise dikhne mein aap aur apki beti bilkul bhi Indian nahi lagti,” Karan bola.

“Meri Nani American thi. Hum unhi par gaye hai,” Maine bataya, muskurate hue.

Shivangi ka Nazariya:

“Achcha toh iss wajah se tu aur teri Maa foreigners kitarah dikhte hai,” Tarun bola. Woh mere peechhe baita tha. Mere aagey baitha, joh bike chala raha tha, uska naam tha Brijesh.

“Haan,” maine kaha. Itne mein samne se ek car aayi. Brijesh ko achchanak se bike side mein karni padi. Bike thoda sa dagmagayi. Main ek taraf girne ko hui. Tarun mein mujhe sambhala. uska haath meri chuchi par chala gaya aur wahi raha thodi der.

Main sidhi hui.

“Sorry,” Tarun ne haath hate hue kaha.

“Koi baat nahi,” maine apne baalo ki lath ko apne kaano ke peeche kiya.

Thodi dor chalne par, bike ek bar firse hili. Main firse dagmagayi. Tarun ne apne haath fauran meri chuchiyo par rakh diye. Usne kaske meri chuchiya dabayi.

Ladke chahe jis bhi desh ke ho ya kou bhi bhasha bolte ho, chahe woh gore ho ya kale, woh hamesha sochte apne lund se hi hai.

“Ghabrao nahi. Maine tujhe pakad rakha hai,” Tarun bola. Uske chehre par shaitani bhari muskurahat thi.

Inn ladko ke beech mein fasi hui, main kuch bol bhi toh nahi sakti thi.

Thodi der tak woh meri chuchiya aaram aaram se dabata raha. Fir thodi der baad, usne apna haath meri kamar par rakh diya. Woh apne haath meri kamar par ferne laga. Uska haath meri jeans ke button ke upar mandrata raha.

Achanak se usne meri jeans ka button khol diya.

Dheere-dheere uska haath meri panty ke andar gaya. Uski ungaliya meri chut ko chhune aur sehlane lagi. Mere muh se dheemi si siski nikali.

“Gili hai,” Tarun ne dheeme se mere kaan mein kaha. “Lagta hai, tumhe main pasand aaya.”

Main kuch nahi boli. Doctor ne mujhe pehle hi thoda garam kar diya tha. Ab uski ungaliya meri chut ki khujli ko aur badhane lagi. Mera haath meri panty ke andar, Tarun ke haath ke upar gaya. usse laga ki main usse rokne wali hoon. usne meri chut sehlana rok diya.

Uska haath apne haath mein leke, main apni chut sehlane lagi.

Sulekha ka Nazariya:

“Kya Shivangi apki sagi beti hai?” Karan ne puchha. Uska ek haath meri jaangh par tha aur dusra meri kamar par. Shivangi ki bike humse peeche thi.

“Haan! Kyu?” maine puchha.

“Aap dekhne se lagti nahi ki aap itni badi ladki ki Maa hongi. Yakeen nahi hota ki aap 40 ke paar hai,” Karan bola.

Main hassi. Woh pehla shaqs nahi tha jisne mujhse yeh kaha tha. “Nahi… meri age 40 ke paar nahi hai,” maine kaha. Uss time meri age 40 se kum thi.

“Fir Shivangi itni badi kaise hui?” Karan ne hairani se puchha.

“Main 19 saal ki thi jab woh paida hui.”

“Aapki shaadi kafi kum age mein ho gayi thi, iska matlab,” Karan bola.

“Meri shaadi nahi hui,” maine kaha.

Yeh sunte hi Karan ke chehre par muskurahat aa gayi. Uska haath, jo meri jaangh par tha, upar sarakne laga. Uska chehra mere kareeb aaya. Meri aankhe baand ho gayi. Humare hoonth aapas mein mile.

Dheere-dheere uska haath upar khisakta gaya, aur saath meri skirt bhi upar sarkata gaya. Meri skirt, meri kamar ke upar sarak chuki thi. Apne dosre haath se usne meri dress ki zip neeche kardi.

Kiss mein khoye, mujhe pata hi nahi chala kab mera haath Saif ke kandhe se neeche sarak gaya.

Dheere-dheere Karan meri dress ko upar sarkata raha. Mujhe dhyan hi nahi raha ki main bike par baithi thi. Jaise hi uske haath ne meri bagal chhua, maine apna haath upar kar diya. Usne meri dress ko utaar diya and peechhe fek diya.

Ab main uski godh mein, sirf apni panty mein baithi thi.

Karan ne meri left chuchi apne haath mein li. Apna muh paas lake, usne mere nipples chatna shuru kiye. Meri siskiya chhutne lagi. Uska haath meri panty ki taraf gaya. Aahista-Aahista, woh meri panty neeche sarkane laga. And fir utarke, meri panty ko side mein fek diya.

Main, bike par, nangi uski godh mein baithi thi.

Apne hontho ko mere nipple pe laga ke, Karan ne meri chuchi chusi. Uska haath meri nangi chut ko pyaar se sehla raha tha.

“Ahhh,” meri siski nikli. maine apni taange halki si felayi aur apni chut kholdi.

Shivangi ka Nazariya:

“Ahhhh… ahhhh… ahhhh,” main dheere-dheere karrah rahi thi.

Tarun ne mujhe Brijesh se chipka diya tha. Mera muh Brijesh ke kaan se sta hua tha. Tarun ki ungaliya jaise meri chut par jaadu chala rahi thi. Main bekabu ho rahi thi. Mere haath, meri jeans aur panty ko neeche sarkane lage.

Mujhe Tarun ka dosra haath meri peeth aur uske pet ke beech mein aata mehsoos hua. Kuch der baad, maine uska lund apni peeth pe mehsoos kiya.

Tarun aur tezi se meri chut sehlane laga. Main bike par khadi ho gayi. Meri jeans aur panty mere ghutno par sarak gayi. Tarun mere aur nazdeek aya. uska muh mere chutado mein ghusa hua tha. Mujhe uski zubaan apni chut par mehsoon hui. Woh meri chut chatne laga.

Main zoor se karrahne lagi thi. Mera ek haath meri chut par tha aur dosra Brijesh ke kandhe par. Achanak se samne se ek kapda udta hua aaya. Woh Mom ki dress thi jo Brijesh ke chehre par aake lagi.

Bike ka balance dagmagaya jiski wajah se Brijesh ko brake marna pda. Achanak se brake marne ki wajah se mere dono par footrest se slip ho gaye and main Tarun ki godh mein giri. Uska lund ek jhatke mein meri chut mein ghus gaya.

“Bhai, ghus gaya… Jaldi kisi sunsaan jagah pe le bike. Thukai karni hai,” Tarun Brijesh se bola.

Brijesh ne Mom ki dress ko apne chehre se hatake fek diya aur bike wapas se start ki. Usne speed li.

Pehle humne Mom ki bike to overtake kiya. Mom aankhe baand karke Karan ki godh mein nangi baithi thi. Woh unki chut sehla raha tha.

“Oye, Saif, daal diya,” Tarun meri chuchiyo ko dabaate hue bola.

Thodi dor pe flyover tha. Mera ghar flyover par karke tha. Par uske upar jane ke bajaye, Brijesh Bike Flyover ke side mein le gaya. Flyover ke neeche se railway line guzarti thi. Railway line se pehle badi si dewaar banake road ko baand kar rakha tha.

Sulekha ka Nazariya:

“Ahh… ahh,” main dheeme-dheeme karrah rahi thi.

Saif ne bike pull ke neeche li. Samne Shivangi jhuki hui thi. Uski shirt aur bra gayab thi aur uski jeans aur panty zameen par padi thi. Tarun peeche se usse chod raha tha aur Brijesh ne apna lund uske muh diya hua tha.

“Ahh… Chodo… aur chodo… aur chodo… chodo mujhe,” Shivangi ne Brijesh ka lund muh se nikalke karrahi. “Ahhh… chodo… aur chodo,” Shivangi brijesh ka lund hilate hue karrahi.

“Yeh saale toh pehle se hi chalu hai,” Karan bola.

Usne pehle mujhe apni godh se utara aur fir khud bike se utra.

“Chut mast hai iski,” Tarun bola, uske tatte Shivangi ki chut pe thappad ki tarah baj rahe the. Shivangi ki chuchiya ped se latakte tarbooz ki tarah jhul rahi thi. “Chode ga?” usne Karan se pucha.

“Tu beti ko chod. Main amma ko chodunga,” Karan bola.

Usne mujhe apni baaho mein uthaya aur paas mein jo bada sa khali drum rkha tha, us par baitha diya.

Karan ne apni pant neeche sarka di. Uska tannaya hua kala lund aise upar neeche hila jaise spring par rkha ho. Apni taang kholke maine uska lund apne haatho mein liya.

Uska lund sehlate hue, maine usse apni chut ke andar ghusaya. Karan ne apne dono haatho se meri chuchiya dabayi.

“Ahhh…ahh,” Main Saif ke lund hilate hui karrahi.

“Maza aa raha hai, randi,” Karan bola.

“Haaan… aa raha hai…. aa raha hai… aa raha hai.”

“Teri chut kafi mast hai,” Karan bola. Uske tatte meri gaand ke chhed par baj rahe the.

“Hostel jake batayenge ki aaj hum muft mein foreigners ko chodke aaye hai,” Saif khushi se bola.

Itni der mein baki ke 4 ladke bhi aa gaye.

“Oye, ruk. Aur isse drum pe se utar,” Sandeep bola.

Karan ne chodna rok ke, mujhe drum se utar diya.

“Ab tu zameen par let,” Sandeep bola.

Karan zameen par let gaya. Main uske upar baith gayi. Uska lund apni chut mein ghusake, main uchhal uchhal ke chudwane lagi. Meri chuchiya chta-chat meri chhati par baj rahi thi.

“Chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo,” main karrahi.

Sandeep apne kapde utar ke mere paas aya. usne mujhe Karan ke upar jhukaya. Mujhe apni gaand par kuch geela sa laga. Woh Sandeep ki thuk thi.

“Arre, khule mein nahi… please… khule mein gaand mat maaro,” maine minnat ki.

“Chup kar,” Sandeep ne danta.

Apna lund meri gaand ke ched par tikake, usne ahista se apna lund andar ghusana shuru kiya.

“Ahh,” main zor se chillayi. “Ek dum sukhe mein daal diya.

Par Sandeep nahi mana. Mere baal kheechke, woh meri gaand zor se marne laga.

“Ahhhhh… ahhhh,” Main aur Shivangi ek saath chilla rahe the. Sandeep ki dekha-dekhi, Brijesh ne bhi Shivangi ke gaand mein apna lund ghusa diya tha.

Pehle mujhe dard hua. Par thodi der baad maza aane laga.

“Chodo… chodo… chodo… chodo… mujhe chodo… aur chodo… aur chodo… chodo,” Main maze mein karrahne lagi.

“Aise hi… aise hi… aise hi… aise hi chodo mujhe,” Shivangi karrahi.

“Maza aa raha hai, randiyo,” Karan ne hum dono se pucha.

“Haannn… haaannn… haaannn… aa raha hai… aa raha hai,” Main aur Shivangi saath mein bole.

“Tum log randi ho na,” Tarun bola.

“Haaan… haaannn… haaannn… hum randi hai… hum randi hai… hum randi hai,” Shivangi karrahi.

“Chodo hume… chodo hume… chodo hume… aise hi chodo hume,” main boli.

“Tumhe sadak par chudne mein maza aa tha hai,” Brijesh bola.

“Haan…. haaaannnn… haaaannn… bahut aata hai,” main karrahi.

Sulekha ka Nazariya:

Adhi raat ho chuki thi jab chudai khatam hui. Main aur Shivangi Flyover ke upar scooty ko dhakel rahe the. Hum dono ko hi nahi pata tha ki humare kapde kaha the.

Mere toh kafi pehle hi utar ke pheke ja chuke tha aur Shivangi ke kapde andhere mein kho gaye the. Hum dono nange road par scooty ko dhakel rahe the.

Ek ek karke teeno bikes ne hume par kiya. Ladko ne humare chutaro par thappad bajaye aur hume par karte hue muskuraye. Jab Karan ki bike ne hume paar kiya, usne humari taraf ek 100 rupey ka note feka.

“Tum dono ki chut ki keemat,” Karan jate hue bola.

Shivangi ruki aur jhukke paise utha liye.

“Ahh,” uthte hue Shivangi ne apni gaand pe haath laga ke dard mein karrahi.

“Kya kar rahi hai tu,” maine puchha.

“Paise utha rahi hoon,” Shivangi boli.

“Kis liye?”

“Yeh jo gaand mein dard seh rahi hoon, uski keemat toh le lu,” Shivangi boli.

“Teri gaand ki keemat 100 rupey hai?”

“Unn ladko ke logic se toh 25 rupey hai. 25 rupey cht ka. Aur baki 50 rupey apni gaand aur chut ka.”

“Zubaan band rakh aur dhakka maar. Ghar paas mein hi hai. Agar tune muh na khola hota toh aaj gaand na mari jaati,” maine gusse mein bola.

“Kyu natak kar rahi ho, Mom. Dard bhalehi ho raha ho, gaand marwane mein maza aapko bhi aaya hai aur mujhe be,” Shivangi boli.

“Chup kar aur dhakka maar.”

Kareeb 20-minute ke baat hum ghar pahuch gaye. Shivangi ne scooty jagah par khadi ki. Gate baand karke maine doorbell bajayi. Lena, meri beti, jo Shivangi se chhoti thi, ne darwaza khola.

Mujhe aur Shivangi ko nanga dekhke, turant hi uske muh se nikla, “Yeh Doctor ne chodke iss haal mein bheja hai ya kisi aur ne kaam lagay hai aap dono ka.”

Main aur Shivangi ek dosre ki taraf dekhke musurakye.

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