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Dopahar ka time tha. Tiwari ke ghar mein bahut si chuppi faili hui thi. Living room mein Tiwari ek kursi par baitha hua tha. Uske haath mein akhbaar tha lekin woh padh nahi raha tha. Uske chehre par tension saaf dikh rahi thi. Maatha sikan gaya tha, aankhein laal ho rahi thin aur saansein bhaari bhaari chal rahi thin. Woh baar baar apne sir ko haathon se pakad kar soch raha tha.

Angoori kitchen se chai le kar aa rahi thi. Usne simple pink colour ki saree pehni hui thi, pallu theek se set kiya hua. Woh jaise hi living room mein aayi aur Tiwari ko dekha, uske chehre ka rang udd gaya.

Angoori (soft voice mein):
“Ladoo ke bhaiya… aap itne pareshan kyun lag rahe hain? Chai le aayi hoon… pi lijiye.”

Woh tray table par rakh kar uske paas baith gayi. Tiwari ne chai ka cup liya lekin ek ghoont bhi nahi piya. Usne sirf saans chhodi.

Tiwari (frustration se bhari awaaz mein):
“Angoori… ab toh sab khatam ho gaya. Mere khokha ko income tax department ne seal kar diya hai. Aur ab woh log mere black money pe bhi nazar rakh rahe hain. Kabhi bhi ghar pe raid ho sakta hai. Samajh nahi aa raha kya karun…”

Angoori ke haath kaampne lage. Uske muh se aawaz nikalte-nikalte ruk gayi.

Angoori (shocked):
“Haye diyaa!! Ladoo ke bhaiya… aisa kaise ho gaya? Humare khokha pe toh itni mehnat ki thi aapne… ab kya hoga humara?”

Tiwari ne cup table par rakh diya aur dono haathon se apna sir pakad liya.

Tiwari:
“Ab kuch nahi bacha Angoori. Agar unhone black money bhi nikal liya toh hum sadak pe aa jaayenge. Main soch bhi nahi sakta…”

Angoori uske kandhe par haath rakh kar dheere se boli:

Angoori:
“Ladoo ke bhaiya… aap itna tension mat lo. Agar aapko meri koi madad chahiye toh bataiye… hum kuch bhi karenge aapke liye. Bas aap pareshan mat huiye.”

Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi, lekin usne chehre par himmat dikhane ki koshish ki.

Tiwari ne sirf sir hilaya aur chup ho gaya. Angoori uske liye doosri chai banane kitchen chali gayi, lekin uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat ghoom rahi thi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… ab kya hoga? Ladoo ke bhaiya itne tension mein hain… agar unka khokha aur paise dono chale gaye toh hum kaise jiyenge…?”

Shaam ka time ho gaya.
Kanpur ke ek kone mein ek rickshaw khada tha. Tiwari usme baitha hua tha, haath mein desi daaru ki botal. Woh akele baith kar peeta ja raha tha. Aankhein laal ho chuki thin aur muh se badboo aa rahi thi. Woh baar baar apne aap se baatein kar raha tha.

Tiwari (apne aap se):
“Saala… saari zindagi mehnat ki… ab income tax wale aa gaye. Khokha seal… black money pe nazar… ab kya bacha?”

Tabhi ek scooty aayi aur ruk gayi. Prem Chaudhary ne helmet utara aur rickshaw ke paas aaya.

Prem (muskuraate hue):
“Arre kachha banyaan! Kaise ho? Itni udaas soorat kyun bana rakhi hai?”

Tiwari ne botal neeche rakhi aur sir uthaya.

Tiwari:
“Kya achhe hain Prem ji… life toh bilkul fucked up ho gayi hai. Income tax officer Pintu ne mera khokha seal kar diya hai. Aur ab woh mere black money pe bhi nazar rakh raha hai. Kabhi bhi raid ho sakti hai.”

Prem ne uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Prem:
“Arre kachha banyaan… tension mat lo. Main us Pintu ko jaanta hoon. Kal usse baat karta hoon… dekhte hain kya ho sakta hai.”

Tiwari ki aankhon mein thodi si umeed ki roshni aa gayi.

Tiwari:
“Sach mein Prem ji? Agar aap kuch kar sako toh… main aapka ehsaan kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”

Prem ne sir hilaya aur scooty start kar di.

Prem:
“Tension mat lo kachha banyaan. Main dekh lunga.”

Woh chala gaya. Tiwari phir se botal uthakar peene laga, lekin is baar uske chehre par thodi si aas thi.

Agle din dopahar.
Tiwari ke ghar ka darwaza khula. Prem andar aaya. Angoori kitchen se nikal kar aayi. Usne aaj bhi simple saree pehni hui thi, lekin chehre par kal se zyada tension thi.

Angoori:
“Prem ji… aap? Ladoo ke bhaiya toh ghar pe nahi hain…”

Prem ne dheere se darwaza band kiya.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… main aapse hi milne aaya hoon. Kachha banyaan ne mujhe kal sab bata diya tha… khokha seal hone ki baat… black money ki baat.”

Angoori ke chehre ka rang udd gaya.

Angoori:
“Haye diyaa!! Prem ji… aapko sab pata hai?”

Prem ne serious face banaya.

Prem:
“Haan bhabhi ji. Aur unhone yeh bhi kaha ki agar paise bhi chale gaye toh woh gande naale mein doob kar mar jaayenge. Unka dil bilkul toot chuka hai.”

Angoori ke pair kaapne lage. Woh sofa par baith gayi. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.

Angoori (kaampte hue):
“Haye diyaa… aisa mat kahiye Prem ji… ladoo ke bhaiya aisa kuch nahi karenge… unhe kuch ho gaya toh…”

Prem uske paas baith gaya. Uske chehre par badi si nirdosh muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein shaitani chamak.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… agar yeh problem solve nahi hui toh unki zindagi aur aapki zindagi dono jeene layak nahi rahengi. Ghar, izzat, sab kuch chala jaayega. Aap soch lo… kya hoga phir?”

Angoori ke aansu girne lage. Woh haath jod kar baith gayi.

Angoori:
“Prem ji… hum kuch nahi jaante… kaise madad karein… bataiye na… hum kuch bhi karenge ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye…”

Prem ne jaan-bujh kar thoda ruk kar kaha:

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… ek rasta hai… lekin woh aapke limits se bahut bahar hai. Aap kabhi nahi karengi woh baat. Isliye main behtar samajhta hoon ki main chala jaaun…”

Woh uthne laga. Angoori ne turant uska haath pakad liya.

Angoori (ghabrahat se):
“Naa… Prem ji rukiye… bataiye na… hum kuch bhi karenge… ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye kuch bhi…”

Prem ne dheere se saans li aur bola:

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… maine Pintu se baat ki thi. Woh keh raha hai ki woh khokha unseal kar dega aur black money pe bhi nazar nahi daalega… lekin uske badle usse aapse ek raat bitani hai… aapke saath… woh aapse physical relation banana chahta hai.”

Angoori jaise bijli se gir gayi. Uske muh se aawaz nikalte-nikalte ruk gayi.

Angoori (shock se):
“Haye diyaa!! Prem ji… aap kya keh rahe hain…? Yeh… yeh kaise…?”

Prem ne haath uthaye jaise woh bilkul nirdosh ho.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji main nahi keh raha… woh keh raha hai. Maine aapse pehle hi kaha tha ki aap aisa kabhi nahi karengi. Chaliye… main jaata hoon. Bas itna umeed karta hoon ki kachha banyaan khudko kuch na kar le…”

Woh phir se uthne laga. Angoori ne uska haath zor se pakad liya. Uske aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Poora shareer kaamp raha tha.

Angoori (roote hue):
“Rukiye Prem ji… rukiye… hum… hum maan jaate hain… ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye hum kuch bhi karenge… kuch bhi…”

Prem ne andar hi andar muskurate hue chehre par serious expression banaya.

Prem:
“Theek hai bhabhi ji. Main Pintu se baat karta hoon aur unhe bataata hoon ki aap ready hain. Aur haan… main kachha banyaan ko kuch zaroori paperwork ke liye Kanpur se bahar bhej dunga… taaki woh ghar pe na hon. Aap tension mat lo.”

Angoori ne sirf sir hilaya. Uske muh se koi aur baat nahi nikal rahi thi. Prem chala gaya.

Jaise hi darwaza band hua, Angoori sofa par gir gayi. Usne apna muh haathon se dhak liya aur zor se roye bina roye lagi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… ab kya ho gaya humare saath…? Ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye hum yeh sab karne ja rahe hain… ek anjaan aadmi ke saath… haye diyaa… kitni majboori hai yeh… dil toot raha hai… lekin unke liye kuch bhi… kuch bhi…”

Woh shaam tak aise hi baithi rahi. Na khana khaya, na paani piya. Sirf sochti rahi.

Shaam ko Jhakarkati ke paas ek andhera kone mein Prem aur Pintu khade the. Dono cigarette pi rahe the.

Prem:
“Sab set ho gaya Pintu. Angoori bhabhi maan gayi hain. Kal raat ko unke ghar pe milte hain.”

Pintu (mein hashte hue):
“Waah re Prem bhaiya! Bada kaam kar diya tu. Ab to maza aayi. Humka oke raat bhar chode ke mauka milal ba.”

Prem muskuraya.

Prem:
“Ek baat aur… main bhi saath rahunga. Tu Angoori se kehna ki tu mujhe bhi join karna chahta hai. Woh maan jaayegi… kyunki uske paas koi option nahi hai.”

Pintu zor se hasa.

Pintu:
“Haan haan… bilkul. Hum dono mil ke uske dono ched phaad denge. Bada maza aayi kal raat.”

Dono hasne lage. Unki hasi mein shaitani thi.

Raat ka time.
Phir se wahi rickshaw. Tiwari phir se daaru pee raha tha. Prem scooty lekar aaya.

Prem:
“Kachha banyaan! Achhi khabar hai. Pintu maan gaya hai. Woh khokha unseal kar dega aur black money pe bhi haath nahi daalega.”

Tiwari jaise naya janam le liya. Usne Prem ko pakad kar hug kar liya.

Tiwari:
“Prem ji… aapne meri zindagi bacha li… main aapka ehsaan kabhi nahi bhoolunga…”

Prem ne uske peeth thapthapayi.

Prem:
“Bas ek chhoti si baat… aapko kal subah Delhi jaana padega kuch zaroori paperwork ke liye. Do-teen din lagenge. Main sab arrange kar dunga.”

Tiwari bina sochhe maan gaya.

Tiwari:
“Jo aap kaho Prem ji… main taiyaar hoon.”

Prem chala gaya. Tiwari khush hokar ghar laut aaya.

Tiwari ne Angoori ko bataaya.

Tiwari (khush hote hue):
“Angoori… Prem ji ne sab theek kar diya. Khokha unseal ho jaayega. Main kal subah Delhi jaa raha hoon paperwork ke liye. Do-teen din mein wapas aa jaaunga.”

Angoori ne chehre par muskaan laane ki koshish ki, lekin aankhon mein aansu the.

Angoori:
“Bahut achha hua ladoo ke bhaiya… aap jaaiyega… hum yahan theek rahenge…”

Tiwari so gaya. Angoori andhere mein baithi rahi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Ladoo ke bhaiya… aapki khushi ke liye hum kuch bhi karenge… kal raat jo hone wala hai… usse soch soch kar dil kaamp raha hai… lekin aapke liye… sirf aapke liye…”

Woh bed par let gayi, lekin aankhein band nahi hui. Poori raat usne bas ceiling ko dekha aur apni majboori ko mahsoos kiya.

Agli raat.
Modern Colony ke gali mein andhera tha. Tiwari ke ghar ke bahar ek black car khadi thi. Prem aur Pintu dono gate ke paas khade the. Pintu ne apne haath mein thoda sa whiskey ka glass liya hua tha, uske chehre par gandi si muskaan thi. Prem ne simple shirt-pant pehni thi, lekin aankhon mein wahi shaitani chamak.

Prem ne dheere se gate knock kiya.

Thodi der baad andar se footsteps aayi. Darwaza khula.

Angoori khadi thi.

Usne aaj raat ke liye ek deep red colour ki saree pehni thi. Pallu dheela tha, blouse thoda tight, cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi. Baal khule the, lipstick halki si lagi hui. Woh bahut sundar lag rahi thi… lekin uske chehre par extreme tension aur dar saaf tha. Aankhein laal thin, jaise raat bhar royi ho.

Jaise hi usne Prem ko dekha, uska chehra aur bhi peela pad gaya.

Angoori (ghabrahat se):
“Prem ji…? Aap… aap yahan…? Ladoo ke bhaiya toh Delhi gaye hain… aap kaise…?”

Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Woh darwaze ko pakad kar khadi thi.

Pintu ne aage badh kar baat cheen li.

Pintu (bhojpuri accent, heavy voice):
“Arre memsaab, hum Pintu hain. Income tax wala. Aapka pati ka khokha unseal karwane wala. Aaj raat toh aapke saath gujaarani hai na? Aur yeh Prem bhaiya bhi saath mein rahenge. Humka unke saath mauj kare ke man ba.”

Angoori ke pair kaapne lage. Usne Prem ki taraf dekha, jaise jawab maang rahi ho.

Angoori (kaampte hue):
“Prem ji… aap… aap bhi…? Haye diyaa… yeh kya…?”

Prem ne chehre par badi si nirdosh muskaan laayi, lekin aankhein neeche nahi ki.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… sorry… lekin Pintu ne kaha ki agar main bhi nahi rahunga toh deal cancel. Kachha banyaan ke liye mujhe bhi yeh karna padega. Main nahi chahta tha… lekin ab…”

Pintu ne Angoori ka haath pakad liya. Uska grip tight tha.

Pintu:
“Bas bas… ab zyada bakwas nahi. Andar chalo. Time waste mat karo. Humka raat bhar ke liye aapke dono ched chahiye.”

Angoori ne haath chhudane ki koshish ki, lekin Pintu ne aur zor se pakad liya. Woh usse ghasitte hue andar le aaya. Prem ne peeche se darwaza band kar diya aur bolt laga diya.

Angoori (roote hue):
“Haye diyaa… dheere… please… hum… hum maan gaye hain… itna… itna mat…”

Pintu usse seedha stairs ki taraf le gaya. Usne Angoori ko kamar se pakad kar upar bedroom ki taraf dhakka diya. Angoori ke pair kaamp rahe the, woh almost girne wali thi.

Bedroom ka darwaza khula. Pintu ne Angoori ko andar dhakel diya aur zor se bed par phenk diya. Angoori bed par girte hi uske upar se pallu hat gaya. Uske bade-bade boobs blouse ke andar se ubhar rahe the. Woh turant uthne ki koshish karne lagi, lekin Pintu ne uske upar jhuk kar dono haath uske kandhon par rakh diye.

Pintu (gusse aur hawas se):
“Ab suno memsaab… aaj raat hum dono aapke upar hain. Agar aap achhe se cooperate kariha toh thoda soft rahab. Agar resist kariha toh hum dono mil ke aapke gaand aur choot dono phaad deb. Samajhliha?”

Angoori ke aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Woh dono haath jod kar baith gayi.

Angoori (bheekh maangte hue):
“Please… Pintu ji… Prem ji… dheere… humse… humse zyada harsh mat kijiye… hum… hum sab maan jaayenge… bas… ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye… please…”

Prem bed ke paas aaya. Usne Angoori ke baal se ek strand hataate hue soft awaaz mein kaha:

Prem:
“Sorry bhabhi ji… sach mein sorry. Lekin kachha banyaan ki zindagi bachi hai isse. Main bhi majboor hoon. Aap thoda seh lijiye… main try karunga ki zyada dard na ho…”

Uske chehre par soft expression tha, lekin aankhon mein clear excitement thi. Woh jaan-bujh kar Angoori ko calm dikha raha tha, lekin andar se woh Pintu ke saath milkar usse use karne ka plan bana chuka tha.

Pintu ne apni shirt ke button kholne shuru kar diye. Uske seene par baal the, pet thoda bahar nikla hua, lekin sharir strong tha.

Pintu:
“Ab kapde utaro memsaab. Pehle hum dono ke saamne nangi ho jao. Phir dekhab aapka behaviour kaisa rahela.”

Angoori ka poora shareer kaamp raha tha. Woh bed par baithi hui thi, aankhein neeche kiye hue. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat ghoom rahi thi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… ab yeh dono… Prem ji bhi… hum kya karenge… ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye yeh sab… dil toot raha hai… lekin ab peeche hatne ka koi rasta nahi… haye diyaa…”

Pintu ne aage badh kar Angoori ka pallu zor se kheench liya. Saree ka ek hissa bed par gir gaya. Usne Angoori ke blouse ke button par haath rakha.

Pintu:
“Jaldi karo. Nahi toh hum khud faad deb.”

Angoori ne dheere se apne haath uthaye aur blouse ke button kholne shuru kiye. Uske haath itne kaamp rahe the ki button nahi khul rahe the. Prem ne soft awaaz mein kaha:

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… main madad kar doon…?”

Angoori ne sirf sir hilaya. Prem ne aage badh kar uske blouse ke buttons khol diye. Blouse neeche gir gaya. Kaali bra mein Angoori ke bade, tight boobs ubhar rahe the. Pintu ki aankhein chamak uthiin.

Pintu (hawas se):
“Waah… kya maal hai. Tiwari saala itna bada khazana chhupa ke baitha tha. Aaj raat toh hum iske doodh piyab aur dono ched bharab.”

Angoori ne aankhein band kar liin. Aansu uske gaalon se beh rahe the. Woh ab bhi bra aur petticoat mein thi. Pintu ne uske petticoat ka naada pakad liya.

Pintu:
“Utaro isko bhi. Ab deri mat karo.”

Angoori ne kaampte haathon se petticoat utara. Ab woh sirf kaali bra aur matching panty mein bed par baithi thi. Uske thick thighs, deep navel, aur tight body clear dikh rahi thi. Prem ne bhi apni pant ka zip dheela kar diya, lekin abhi nahi nikala.

Pintu ne Angoori ko zor se bed par litaya. Usne uske dono haath upar karke pakad liye.

Pintu:
“Ab se aapki marzi nahi chalega. Jo hum kahab, wohi karab. Samajhliha na raand?”

Angoori (roote hue):
“Haan… haan… jo aap kaho… bas… please dheere…”

Prem ne bed ke doosre taraf se Angoori ke baal sehlaate hue kaha:

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… aap tension mat lo. Main yahan hoon. Agar zyada dard ho toh bata dena… main Pintu se bolunga.”

Lekin uski awaaz mein bhi hawas chhupi hui thi. Woh jaan-bujh kar Angoori ko false comfort de raha tha.

Pintu ne apni belt kholi aur pant neeche gira di. Uske underwear mein bada sa tent ban chuka tha. Usne underwear bhi utar diya. 9 inch ka mota, kaala, nasson wala lund bahar aa gaya. Angoori ki aankhein phail gayiin.

Angoori (shock se):
“Haye diyaa!! Yeh… yeh toh… bahut bada… hum… hum kaise…”

Pintu hasa.

Pintu:
“Abhi toh bas dekh rahi ho. Thodi der baad isse apne choot aur gaand dono mein legi. Aur Prem bhaiya ka bhi dekho.”

Prem ne bhi apni pant aur underwear utar di. Uska lund bhi 14 inch ka tha — pehle reference jaisa. Angoori dekhte hi dar se kaampne lagi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… dono itne bade… ladoo ke bhaiya ka toh… unka toh bahut chhota hai… ab yeh dono… meri… meri toh… phat jaayegi… lekin ab… ab kuch nahi ho sakta…”

Pintu ne Angoori ke dono pair faila diye aur uske beech mein khada ho gaya. Usne apna lund Angoori ke panty ke upar se ragadne laga.

Pintu:
“Ab bol… tu ready hai na raand? Aaj raat hum dono tujhe kothe ki randi bana denge.”

Angoori ne aankhein band karke sirf itna kaha:

Angoori:
“Haan… ready… jo aap kaho… ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye…”

Prem ne uske kaan ke paas jaakar soft awaaz mein kaha:

Prem:
“Good bhabhi ji… bas aise hi cooperate karti rahiye. Main bhi try karunga ki aapko thoda maza aaye…”

Lekin uski aankhein Angoori ke shareer par ghoom rahi thin. Woh already hard ho chuka tha.

Pintu ne Angoori ki panty ke side se ungli daal kar uski choot ko feel kiya. Woh thodi geeli thi — dar aur tension se.

Pintu:
“Dekho… dar ke maare bhi geeli ho rahi hai. Chal ab shuru karte hain.”

Usne Angoori ki panty zor se neeche kheench di. Ab woh bilkul nangi thi. Bra bhi abhi lagi hui thi. Pintu ne uska hook khol diya. Bade, soft, brown nipple wale boobs azaad ho gaye.

Bedroom mein sirf Angoori ki kaampi hui saansein aur Pintu ki bhaari saansein sunai de rahi thin. Prem chupchaap dekh raha tha, lekin uska haath apne lund par dheere-dheere hil raha tha.

Angoori bed par leti hui thi. Aankhein band. Aansu beh rahe the. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat thi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Ladoo ke bhaiya… aapki khushi ke liye… aapke khokha ke liye… aaj raat jo bhi hoga… hum seh lenge… bas aap safe raho…”

Pintu ne Angoori ke dono boobs pakad liye aur zor se dabaaye.

Pintu:
“Ab se tu humari hai. Raat bhar.”

Prem ne bhi bed par baith kar Angoori ke doosre side se uske thigh ko sehlana shuru kiya.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… ab shuru karte hain. Aap ready ho na?”

Angoori ne sirf dheere se sir hilaya. Uske muh se koi aur lafz nahi nikal rahe the.

Bedroom mein hawa bhaari ho chuki thi. Angoori bilkul nangi bed par leti hui thi. Uske bade soft boobs, tight brown nipples, thick thighs aur clean-shaved choot saaf dikh rahi thi. Aankhon se aansu ab bhi beh rahe the. Pintu uske beech mein khada tha, apna 9 inch ka mota kaala lund haath mein liye hue. Prem bed ke side par baitha tha, uska 14 inch ka lamba lund already pura khada tha.

Pintu ne Angoori ke muh ki taraf dekhte hue kaha:

Pintu:
“Ab utho raand. Pehle hum dono ke lund ko haath se hilao. Ek-ek karke nahi… dono saath mein. Aur jaldi karo.”

Angoori kaampte hue uth kar baith gayi. Usne pehle Pintu ka mota lund dono haathon se pakda. Woh itna mota tha ki uske haath pure nahi aa rahe the. Phir doosre haath se Prem ka lamba lund pakda. Dono alag-alag size ke the. Pintu ka mota aur kaala, Prem ka lamba aur thoda halka rang.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… dono itne bade… ladoo ke bhaiya ka toh unka… unka toh isse aadha bhi nahi… ab yeh dono… meri haalat kya hogi…”

Woh dheere-dheere dono lund ko upar-neeche hilane lagi. Pintu ki aankhein band ho rahi thin.

Pintu:
“Tez hilao saali… aise nahi. Zor se pakdo. Tiwari ka chhota lund hilane ki aadat hogi tujhe… ab asli mard ka hilana seekh.”

Angoori ne speed badha di. Uske haath kaamp rahe the lekin woh dono ko saath-saath stroke kar rahi thi. Prem ne uske baal sehlate hue soft awaaz mein kaha:

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… aap perfect ho. Aise hi karti rahiye. Kachha banyaan ke liye yeh sab seh rahi ho aap… main samajh sakta hoon.”

Uske muh se soft baatein nikal rahi thin lekin uska lund Angoori ke haath mein aur kadak ho raha tha.

Thodi der baad Pintu ne Angoori ke baal pakad liye.

Pintu:
“Ab muh mein lo. Pehle mera… phir Prem bhaiya ka. Dono ko saath-saath chuso. Aur daant mat lagana nahi toh gaand mein itna zor se pelunga ki tu chillati rahegi.”

Angoori ne aankhein band kiin aur Pintu ka mota lund apne muh ke paas laayi. Usne pehle sirf tip choosi. Phir dheere-dheere andar lene ki koshish ki. Pintu ka lund itna mota tha ki uska muh pura phail gaya.

Angoori:
“Mmmph… haye diyaa… bahut mota…”

Pintu ne uske sir ko pakad kar aage dhakka diya.

Pintu:
“Poora le saali… aise nahi. Galey tak le.”

Angoori ki aankhon se paani nikalne lage. Woh gag kar rahi thi lekin Pintu nahi ruk raha tha. Usne Prem ka lund bhi uske haath mein diya.

Pintu:
“Doosre haath se Prem bhaiya ka bhi hilao. Aur muh se mera chuso.”

Angoori ab ek lund muh mein liye hue thi aur doosre ko haath se hilaa rahi thi. Thodi der baad Pintu ne lund nikaala aur Prem ka uske muh mein daal diya. Prem ka 14 inch lamba tha. Angoori sirf aadha hi le paayi.

Prem (soft lekin excited):
“Bhabhi ji… aapki jeebh bahut soft hai… aise hi chusti rahiye… perfect lag raha hai.”

Pintu dono taraf se uske baal pakde hue tha aur dono lund ko uske muh mein ek-ek karke daal raha tha. Kabhi Pintu ka mota, kabhi Prem ka lamba. Angoori ki thook dono lund par faili hui thi. Uske muh se “gchkk gchkk” ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… yeh kya karwa rahe hain… muh mein itna bada… gale tak… ladoo ke bhaiya… aapke liye seh rahi hoon…”

Pintu ne achanak Angoori ko bed par litaya aur uske boobs ke beech apna lund rakh diya.

Pintu:
“Ab doodh ke beech mein dabao. Prem bhaiya bhi saath mein. Titjob do aur saath mein muh se chooso.”

Angoori ne apne bade soft boobs dono haathon se pakad kar Pintu ke lund ko beech mein daba diya. Prem ne bhi apna lund uske muh ke paas laaya. Ab Angoori ke boobs ke beech ek lund hil raha tha aur muh mein doosra. Pintu ke lund se uske nipples ragad kha rahe the.

Pintu:
“Zor se daba saali… aise hi. Tiwari ne kabhi aise nahi kiya hoga na? Ab dekh maza kaise aata hai.”

Angoori ke boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the. Prem ka lund uske muh mein andar-bahar ho raha tha. Uske thook se dono lund chamak rahe the. Bedroom mein bas geeli awaazein aur Angoori ki kaampi hui saansein sunai de rahi thin.

Thodi der baad Pintu ne Angoori ko ulta litaya. Usne uske dono pair faila diye aur gaand ke ched ko dekhne laga.

Pintu:
“Yeh gaand toh bilkul tight dikh rahi hai. Tiwari ne aaj tak nahi maari na? Bol saali.”

Angoori (dar se):
“Naahi… naahi… ladoo ke bhaiya ne… kabhi nahi… haye diyaa…”

Pintu ne thook apne lund par lagaya aur Angoori ki gaand ke ched par tip rakh di.

Pintu:
“Ab seh le raand. Pehli baar gaand mein lund legi aaj.”

Usne ek jor ka dhakka maara. Sirf tip andar gayi. Angoori ki cheekh nikal gayi.

Angoori:
“Ahhhhhh… haye diyaa!! Nikal… nikal do… dard… bahut dard… ahhhhh…”

Pintu nahi ruka. Usne aur dhakka diya. Aadha lund andar chala gaya. Angoori ke nakhun bedsheet mein gadh gaye. Uske muh se tezz cheekhein nikal rahi thin.

Angoori:
“Ahhhhh… madarchod… nikal… phaad doge… ahhhhh… bhosdi waale… dheere… ahhhhh…”

Pintu hasa aur poora lund ek hi dhakke mein andar dhakel diya. Angoori ki gaand bilkul phail gayi. Uske aankhon se paani ki dhaar behne lagi.

Angoori:
“AHHHHHHH… haye diyaa… nikal do… mar jaaungi… ahhhhh… ladoo ke bhaiya… bachao…”

Pintu ne uske baal pakad liye aur tabad-tod dhakke shuru kar diye. Gaand mein uska mota lund andar-bahar ho raha tha. Har dhakke par Angoori ki cheekh nikal rahi thi.

Pintu:
“Chillati rah saali… maza aa raha hai sun ke. Ab Prem bhaiya ka bhi muh mein le.”

Prem ne aage badh kar apna lamba lund Angoori ke muh mein daal diya. Ab Angoori ke muh mein Prem ka lund tha aur gaand mein Pintu ka. Dono taraf se dhakke lag rahe the. Angoori ki cheekhein dabi hui thin kyunki muh bhara hua tha.

💭 Angoori ka sochna:
“Haye diyaa… gaand phat rahi hai… itna mota… pehli baar… dard se mar rahi hoon… lekin ladoo ke bhaiya ke liye… sehna padega…”

Pintu 10-12 minute tak gaand mein hi pela. Uske dhakke itne zor ke the ki Angoori ka poora shareer hil raha tha. Phir usne lund nikaala. Angoori ki gaand ka ched khula hua tha aur thoda laal ho gaya tha.

Pintu:
“Ab choot ki baari. Dekhte hain kitni tight hai.”

Usne Angoori ko seedha litaya aur uski choot par lund rakh diya. Ek jor ka dhakka. Poora lund andar chala gaya. Angoori phir se chillayi.

Angoori:
“Ahhhhhh… haye… bahut gehra… ahhhhh…”

Pintu ne ab choot mein tabad-tod dhakke shuru kiye. Har dhakke par uske balls Angoori ki gaand se takra rahe the. Prem ne bhi uske muh mein lund daal rakha tha. Kabhi-kabhi Prem lund nikaal kar uske boobs daba raha tha.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… aapki choot bahut garam hai… perfect feel ho raha hai… aise hi le ti rahiye…”

Pintu:
“Saali randi… Tiwari ka chhota lund se kabhi maza nahi aaya hoga. Ab dekh asli maza.”

Woh dono position badalte rahe. Kabhi Pintu choot mein, Prem muh mein. Kabhi dono side badal kar. Angoori ki cheekhein kam hone lagi thin lekin dard ab bhi tha.

Phir Pintu ne Angoori ko apne upar bithaya. Usne uski choot mein apna lund daal diya. Prem ne peeche se uski gaand mein apna lamba lund slowly daalna shuru kiya.

Angoori:
“Ahhhhh… dono… ek saath… nahi… nahi… phaad doge… ahhhhh…”

Prem dheere-dheere andar gaya. Ab Angoori ke dono ched bhare hue the. Pintu ne neeche se dhakke maarne shuru kiye aur Prem ne upar se. Double penetration shuru ho gaya.

Pintu:
“Ab maza aa raha hoga na raand? Dono lund ek saath.”

Angoori ke muh se bas “ahhhh… ahhhh…” nikal raha tha. Uske boobs upar-neeche uchal rahe the. Prem ne uske baal pakad kar peeche ki taraf kheench liye.

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… ab aapki dono holes pure khul gaye hain… ab thoda maza bhi aane lagega…”

Sach mein, thodi der baad Angoori ke muh se dard ke saath thoda sa moan bhi nikalne laga. Uske ched ab fail chuke the. Dono lund andar-bahar ho rahe the. Bedroom mein bas dhakkon ki awaaz, geeli chudai ki awaaz aur Angoori ki cheekhein-moans sunai de rahi thin.

Pintu ne side se Tiwari ke cupboard se whiskey ki botal nikaali. Usne ek ghoont liya aur Angoori ke muh mein daal diya. Phir Prem ne bhi piya.

Pintu:
“Pi le saali… aaj raat bhar chalegi yeh party.”

Woh dono milkar Angoori ko upar-neeche karte rahe. Kabhi usse doggy banaya, kabhi usse uthakar khade-khade choda, kabhi usse apne lund par bithakar jump karwaya. Angoori ki taaqat jawab de chuki thi lekin woh ruk nahi paayi.

Raat bhar yeh silsila chalta raha. Kabhi Pintu gaand mein, Prem choot mein. Kabhi ulta. Kabhi dono uske muh mein. Kabhi uske boobs ke beech. Angoori ki awaaz ab sirf dheemi moans ban chuki thi.

💭 Angoori ka sochna (raat ke aakhri pahar mein):
“Haye diyaa… ab dard kam ho gaya… ched khul gaye… lekin dil ab bhi toot raha hai… ladoo ke bhaiya… aapke liye… sab seh liya…”

Subah hone wali thi. Dono ne apna paani Angoori ke muh, boobs aur andar nikaala. Angoori bilkul thak kar bed par leti hui thi. Uske shareer par nishaan the, ched laal the, thook aur cum faila hua tha.

Pintu ne apne kapde pehne.

Pintu:
“Deal pure hua memsaab. Khokha unseal ho jaayi. Black money pe bhi koi nazar nahi. Lekin yaad rakh… jab mann karega phir aa jaab.”

Prem ne Angoori ke baal sehlate hue kaha:

Prem:
“Bhabhi ji… aapne bahut himmat dikhayi. Kachha banyaan ki zindagi bach gayi. Main bhi… sorry… lekin aap perfect thin aaj raat.”

Dono chale gaye. Angoori akele andhere bedroom mein leti rahi. Aankhein khuli hui thin. Uske muh se bas ek hi baat nikal rahi thi.

Angoori (dheemi awaaz mein):
“Ladoo ke bhaiya… aapke liye… sab… sab seh liya…”