Jawaan Raat Part: 1

 

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Modern Colony – Anita ka bedroom
Raat ke lagbhag 10:00 baje

Anita dressing table ke saamne khadi thi. Uske haath dresser ke drawers mein upar-neeche chal rahe the. Headache uske dimaag mein dham-dham kar raha tha.

Anita (khud se): “Haye… kahan rakhe the maine woh pills… head pain wale… kahan gaye…”

Woh ek drawer kholti, dusra band karti, teesra kholti. Clothes side karti, boxes hilaati. Kuch nahi mil raha tha.

Anita (frustrated): “Arre… ab yeh kya… aaj toh bilkul nahi mil rahe. Head itna dard kar raha hai… bas 2 minute aur dhoondti hoon.”

Phir uski nazar ek chhoti si bottle pe padi jo dressing ke kone mein dabi hui thi. Usne socha yahi wahi painkiller hain jo woh hamesha yahan rakh deti hai. Bina label dekhe usne bottle uthayi aur teen badi pills nikaal li.

Anita: “Bas… teen le leti hoon. Head bohot dard kar raha hai aaj.”

Pani ka glass uthaya, teenon pills ek saath muh mein daali aur nigal gayi.

Half hour baad…

Bedroom mein soft light jal rahi thi. Anita bed pe leti thi. Head ka dard bilkul gayab ho chuka tha… lekin uske shareer mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha.

Uske nipples soft nighty ke andar se hard ho chuke the. Choot mein ajeeb si garmi aur geelapan fail raha tha. Woh apni jaanghein thodi si failati toh uski pussy lips aapas mein chipak jaati aur alag hoti.

Anita (sochti hui, aankhein band karke): “Yeh kya ho raha hai… head pain toh gayab… lekin yeh… yeh kya feeling hai… body itni garam… choot itni geeli…”

Woh side turn hoti, pillow ko tightly pakadti.

Uske paas Vibhuti leti thi, aankhein band, thaki hui face ke saath.

Anita uske taraf mudti hai, haath uske seene pe rakhti hai.

Anita: “Vibhu… suno na… please…”

Vibhuti (aankhein khole bina): “Hmm… kya hua baby…”

Anita: “Mujhe… mujhe aaj bohot feel ho raha hai… please… sex karo na… please…”

Vibhuti: “Aaj nahi baby… bohot thak gaya hoon… kal subah early uthna hai… please samajh jao.”

Anita thodi der chup rehti hai. Phir uska haath dheere se Vibhuti ke pant pe jaata hai.

Anita: “Bas thoda sa… please… meri choot itni geeli ho rahi hai… aap ko feel nahi ho raha kya…?”

Vibhuti uska haath hataata hai.

Vibhuti: “Anita please… aaj nahi… tired hoon… so jao.”

Anita bed pe seedhi let jaati hai. Uske andar frustration ubal raha tha.

Woh apni raat ki soft nighty ke neeche haath daalti hai. Fingers uski already sticky pussy pe lagte hi geele ho jaate hain.

Anita (khud se, dheemi awaaz mein): “Haye… kitni geeli ho gayi hai… aise kabhi nahi hui… yeh pills kya the… head pain ke the na…?”

Woh apni middle finger ko choot ke beech se phirati hai. Clit pe halka pressure deti hai toh uske muh se halki si aah nikal jaati hai.

Anita: “Ufff… itna sensitive… bas thoda sa touch… aur main… main kya karoon…”

Woh do ungliyan andar daalne ki koshish karti hai. Choot itni tight aur geeli thi ki ungliyan aasani se andar chali jaati hain.

Anita (bed pe hilte hue): “Haye… andar itna garam… itna geela… Vibhu… please… ek baar… bas ek baar…”

Woh phir se Vibhuti ki taraf mudti hai, uske kaan ke paas muh le jaati hai.

Anita: “Baby… please… main aap ke upar aa jaati hoon… aap kuch mat karo… main khud… please…”

Vibhuti thoda gusse se: “Anita bas karo… aaj nahi… thak gaya hoon… so jao warna main dusre room mein so jaunga.”

Anita ka chehra garam ho jaata hai. Frustration aur horniness dono milke usko paagal bana rahe the.

Woh bed se uthti hai. Nighty uske body pe chipki hui thi. Nipples clearly dikh rahe the. Pussy se thoda sa wetness uski thighs pe bhi lag chuka tha.

Anita (khud se): “Theek hai… theek hai… aap soye raho… main… main walk pe jaati hoon… thandi hawa… shayad thoda control ho jaye…”

Woh bathroom mein jaati hai, light on karti hai. Mirror mein apna chehra dekhti hai. Aankhein thodi laal, lips dry, lekin body mein aag.

Woh nighty uthati hai aur mirror ke saamne apni choot dekhti hai.

Anita (mirror se baat karti hui): “Dekho toh… kitni laal ho gayi hai… kitni geeli… aise toh kabhi nahi hoti… bas touch karne se hi… drop drop…”

Woh do ungliyan phir se andar daalti hai, slow circular motion mein.

Anita: “Ufff… aah… itna deep feel… agar koi abhi… koi strong… koi jo thakne se mana na kare… jo pure raat… haye…”

Uske knees soft ho jaate hain. Woh sink pe haath rakh ke khadi rehti hai, fingers ab tez speed se andar-bahar.

Anita (dheemi awaaz mein, almost moaning): “Bas… bas thoda aur… ek baar cum… phir control… nahi toh… nahi toh main kya karungi…”

Lekin orgasm nahi aata. Horniness aur badh jaati hai. Choot ab continuously throbbing kar rahi thi. Har heartbeat pe uske inner walls contract ho rahe the.

Anita: “Yeh kya ho gaya… normal nahi hai… main… main bahar jaati hoon… hawa… thandi hawa…”

Woh jaldi se ek loose kaftan pehenti hai, neeche panty nahi pehenti kyunki uski geeli choot panty ko bhi geela kar degi.

Living room se hote hue main door ki taraf jaati hai.

Anita (sochti hui): “Vibhu thak gaya… hamesha thak jaata hai… kabhi kabhi lagta hai jaise meri body uske liye… itni desirable nahi rahi… lekin aaj… aaj toh main… main kisi ko bhi… kisi strong ko… jo meri is geeli choot ko… pure raat…”

Door kholti hai. Bahar ki thandi hawa uske face pe lagti hai. Kaftan uske body pe chipak jaata hai, uske hard nipples clearly outline dikhate hain.

Woh dheere-dheere colony ki gali mein chalna shuru karti hai. Har kadam pe uski bare pussy lips aapas mein ragad kha rahi thin. Geelapan uski inner thighs pe fail raha tha.

Anita (khud se, almost whispering): “Haye… kitna feel ho raha hai… bas chalne se hi… agar koi abhi… peeche se… pakad le… raat ke andhere mein… meri is kaftan ko upar karke… seedha… seedha andar…”

Uske dimaag mein images aa rahi thin – kisi ke mote haath uske boobs pe, kisi ki ungliyan uski dripping choot mein, kisi ka lund uske muh mein.

Anita: “Main paagal ho rahi hoon… yeh pills… yeh definitely painkiller nahi the… lekin ab… ab kya karoon… ghar wapas jaake… Vibhu ko force… nahi… woh phir se mana kar dega… phir main… main kya…”

Woh colony ke corner tak pahunchti hai. Thandi hawa uski bare legs pe, uski open pussy pe. Har thandi jhonka uske clit pe lagta toh uske muh se halki si aah nikal jaati.

Anita (haath se apni choot ko upar se press karti hui, kaftan ke upar se): “Bas… thoda pressure… bas… itni geeli… agar abhi koi dekh le… kya sochenge… Modern Colony ki Anita… raat ko akele… bina panty… choot geeli… haye…”

Uske steps aur slow ho jaate hain. Woh practically apni jaanghein thodi si ragadti hui chal rahi thi, trying to get some friction.

Anita: “Mujhe chahiye… abhi… kisi ka lund… mota… hard… jo meri is pyasi choot ko… bilkul bhar de… jo thake nahi… jo mana na kare… jo… jo pure raat… mere upar… mere neeche… meri choot mein… meri gaand mein… meri muh mein…”

Uske thoughts itne dirty ho chuke the ki uske muh se involuntarily “aah… uff…” nikal rahe the.

Woh rukti hai, ek tree ke peeche, dono haath se apni choot ko tightly press karti hai.

Anita (almost crying with frustration): “Please… koi… koi toh… aaj raat… meri help kar do… yeh aag… yeh aag nahi bujh rahi… Vibhu… tum… tum thak gaye… lekin main… main ab control nahi kar sakti…”

Uske fingers ab phir se kaftan ke neeche chale jaate hain. Do ungliyan seedha andar, tez speed se.

Anita: “Haye… andar… itna soft… itna geela… sunai de raha hai… wet wet… agar koi abhi yahan aa jaye… mujhe is tarah… tree ke peeche… ungliyan daalte… dekh le… toh… toh main… main usko mana nahi karungi… bilkul nahi…”

Woh almost orgasm ke kareeb pahunchti hai, lekin phir ruk jaati hai. Frustration aur badh jaata hai.

Anita: “Nahi… aise nahi… aise toh aur bhi bura hoga… mujhe… mujhe actual… actual lund chahiye… kisi ka… strong… jo meri is condition ko samajhe… jo… jo mujhe aaj raat… pure tarike se… use kare…”

Woh tree se alag hoti hai, saans control karti hai, aur aage chalna shuru karti hai.

Uske dimaag mein ab sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi – uski dripping, throbbing, desperate choot… aur koi aisa mard jo aaj raat usko mana na kare.

Modern Colony ke end pe, thodi si door, TMT ka chhota sa makan tha. Bahar ek purani cot padi thi. Teka, Malkhaan aur Tillu us cot pe baithe hue the. Beech mein ek badi si bottle aur teen glass. Raat ka andhera, thandi hawa, lekin un teeno ke chehre pe thodi si laali thi sharab ki.

Anita dheere-dheere unki taraf badh rahi thi. Uske kadam ab bhi thode unstable the. Har step pe uski bare pussy lips aapas mein ragad kha rahi thin. Kaftan ke neeche uski choot ab continuously geeli ho rahi thi. Thandi hawa uski open thighs pe lagti toh uske clit pe ek ajeeb si current si daud jaati.

Woh unke paas pahunchi.

Anita (halki si smile ke saath): “Teeka… abhi bhi peete ho raat ko? Yaad rakhna… aap teeno ki health kharab ho jaayegi aise.”

Teka, Malkhaan aur Tillu ek dum se chauk gaye. Bottle ko jaldi se side karne ki koshish ki, lekin pehle hi dekh liya gaya tha.

Teka: “Arey… angoori… matlab Anita bhabhi… aap… aap idhar?”

Malkhaan (jaldi se): “Kuch nahi bhabhiji… wo to… hum thoda gum kam karne ke liye pee lete hai.”

Tillu: “Haan bhabhiji… bas thoda sa… kuch special nahi.”

Anita un teeno ko dekh kar muskuraayi. Uske andar jo aag lagi hui thi, woh in teeno ko dekhte hi aur bhadak gayi. Teen strong mard… raat ko… akele… peete hue.

Anita: “Haan… main samajh sakti hoon. Aap teeno shadi-shuda nahi ho… toh… zaroorat padti hogi.”

Uske words mein halki si double meaning thi. Teka aur Malkhaan ek dusre ko dekhne lage. Tillu ka glass haath mein hil gaya.

Anita: “Theek hai… aaj main bhi join karti hoon aap logon ko.”

Teka (shocked): “Aap… aap join…?”

Malkhaan: “Bhabhiji… aap… abhi…?”

Tillu: “Meri jaan… matlab… aap sure?”

Anita cot ke paas aa ke baith gayi, unke beech thodi si jagah bana ke. Kaftan uske body pe chipka hua tha. Uske hard nipples clearly outline dikha rahe the. Jaanghein thodi si khuli hui thin, aur agar koi neeche dekhta toh uski bare, geeli pussy ka thoda sa hissa dikh sakta tha.

Anita: “Haan… sure. Aaj mood hai. Do glass lao.”

Teka ne jaldi se ek clean glass nikala. Malkhaan ne bottle uthayi. Tillu ne pour kiya. Anita ne pehla glass ek saath almost khatam kar diya.

Anita: “Achha hai… garam kar deta hai.”

Uske andar ki aag ab aur tez ho chuki thi. Woh teeno usko dekh rahe the. Anita jaan-bujh ke apni posture change karti – kabhi thoda aage jhukti toh uske cleavage deep dikhne lagte, kabhi jaanghein thodi aur failati toh uski inner thighs ki nami soft light mein chamak jaati.

Teka (sochta hua, lekin awaaz mein): “Bhabhiji… aaj aap… alag lag rahi ho.”

Anita (halki si smile): “Alag? Kaise?”

Malkhaan: “Matlab… aapki… aapki body… kya keh rahe ho saare…”

Tillu: “Haan meri jaan… aaj toh… aap dekhne layak lag rahi ho.”

Anita unki baaton pe muskuraayi, lekin andar uski choot ab aur geeli ho rahi thi. Har baar jab koi uske taraf dekhta, uske inner walls contract kar jaate. Geelapan ab uski thighs pe thoda sa fail chuka tha.

Woh doosra glass maangti hai. Is baar dheere peeti hai, aankhein teeno pe ghumati hui.

Anita: “Aap log bhi peete raho… aaj main bhi full mood mein hoon.”

Teka uske lips pe nazar rakhta hai jab woh glass se peeti hai. Malkhaan uske seene pe. Tillu uski open legs pe.

Thodi der baad teeno ne bhi speed badha di. Bottle khali hone lagi. Atmosphere garam hone laga.

Anita ab jaan-bujh ke teasing kar rahi thi. Woh apna kaftan thoda sa adjust karti, jisse uska ek shoulder nanga ho jaata. Phir wapas theek karti. Kabhi haath se apni jaangh pe pherte hue, dheere se upar ki taraf.

Anita (dheemi awaaz mein): “Raat kitni khoobsurat hai na… thandi hawa… lekin body… body garam lag rahi hai.”

Teka: “Haan bhabhiji… bohot… garam.”

Malkhaan: “Maa kasam… aaj toh… alag hi maza aa raha hai.”

Tillu: “Sahi keh raha hai zaalim… aaj toh… nazara hi kuch aur hai.”

Anita unki nazar ko feel kar rahi thi. Uske boobs ab heavy feel ho rahe the. Nipples itne hard the ki kaftan ke kapde se ragad kha rahe the. Neeche uski pussy ab continuously drip kar rahi thi. Har baar jab woh position change karti, uski lips aapas mein chipak ke alag hoti, aur thoda sa wet sound nikalta.

Woh teesra glass maangti hai. Ab uski awaaz mein thodi si softness aa gayi thi.

Anita: “Aap teeno… aaj… kaafi close lag rahe ho. Akele rehte ho na is makan mein?”

Teka: “Haan bhabhiji… teeno saath… koi tension nahi.”

Malkhaan: “Bas… kabhi kabhi… gum nikalne ke liye… yahi peete hain.”

Tillu: “Aur aaj toh… aap aa gayi… toh aur bhi… maza aa gaya.”

Anita unki taraf thoda jhukti hai. Uske kaftan ka neckline aur deep ho jaata hai. Teenon ki nazar seedha uske cleavage pe chali jaati hai.

Anita (halki si hasi ke saath): “Maza…? Kaise maza?”

Teka uske face ke bohot kareeb aa jaata hai. Uske saans mein sharab ki smell thi. Anita uski saans feel karti hai. Uske andar ki aag ab control se bahar jaane lagi thi.

Teka: “Aise… dekh ke… aapko…”

Anita uske lips pe nazar daalti hai. Uske apne lips thode se khule hue the. Choot ab itni geeli thi ki uski inner thighs bilkul slippery ho chuki thin.

Ek second ke liye sab chup. Phir Teka aage badhta hai aur Anita ke lips pe apne lips rakh deta hai.

Halka sa kiss.

Anita pehle thodi si surprise hoti hai, lekin turant uske lips respond karte hain. Woh peeche nahi hat ti. Ulta apne lips ko press karti hai.

Teka uske lower lip ko halka sa suck karta hai. Anita ki aankhein band ho jaati hain. Uske muh se ek soft sound nikalta hai.

Tillu aur Malkhaan dono dekhte reh jaate hain.

Malkhaan: “Arey… saare… yeh kya…”

Tillu: “Meri jaan… Teka… tu…”

Lekin Anita ab Teka ke lips ko aur tightly kiss kar rahi thi. Uske haath Teka ke seene pe aa gaye. French kiss shuru ho gaya. Zubaan milne lagi.

Teka ke haath Anita ki kamar pe aa gaye. Anita uske kiss ko deepen karti hai, almost uske muh mein hi saans le rahi thi.

Dekh ke Malkhaan aur Tillu bhi control nahi kar paaye.

Malkhaan doosri taraf se aage badhta hai aur Anita ke gale pe apne lips rakh deta hai. Tillu uske shoulder pe kiss karta hai, phir uske kaan ke neeche.

Anita ab teeno ke beech mein thi. Teka uske muh ko busy rakhe hue tha. Malkhaan uske neck pe, Tillu uske dusre side pe.

Anita ke muh se soft moans nikalne lage.

Anita (kiss ke beech mein): “Ufff… aap… aap log…”

Lekin woh rok nahi rahi thi. Ulta apne body ko unke beech mein aur press kar rahi thi. Uski geeli choot ab cot pe thoda sa wet mark chhodne lagi thi.

Teka uske lower lip ko phir se suck karta hai, phir uski zubaan ko apni zubaan se milata hai. Deep French kiss.

Malkhaan uske neck se neeche, collarbone pe kiss karte hue uske kaftan ko thoda side karta hai.

Tillu uske kaan mein dheere se: “Bhabhiji… aaj… aap… bilkul alag ho…”

Anita un teeno ke touch se kaamp rahi thi. Uski pussy ab continuously throbbing kar rahi thi. Har kiss, har touch pe uske andar aur geelapan badh raha tha.

Woh Teka ke kiss se thoda sa alag hoti hai, saans leti hai, phir Malkhaan ki taraf mudti hai aur uske lips pe apne lips rakh deti hai.

Ab Malkhaan ko French kiss.

Teka uske boobs ke upar se haath pherne lagta hai, kaftan ke upar se. Tillu uski jaangh pe haath rakh deta hai, dheere se upar ki taraf.

Anita ab fully respond kar rahi thi. Uske haath teeno ke bodies pe ghum rahe the. Kabhi Teka ke seene pe, kabhi Malkhaan ke baal, kabhi Tillu ki kamar.

Atmosphere poora garam ho chuka tha. Bottle side mein padi thi. Teenon mard aur ek super-horny Anita cot pe, raat ke andhere mein, kisses, touches, aur uski continuously dripping pussy ke saath.

Cot pe ab hawa hi badal chuki thi.

Anita teeno ke beech mein dabi hui thi. Teka uske honthon ko kas ke pakde hue tha. Unki jeebhein aapas mein lipat rahi thin. Anita ki saans tez chal rahi thi. Malkhaan uske gale se lekar kandhe tak apne honth ghumaa raha tha. Tillu uski doosri taraf se uske kaan ke neeche, gale ki nass pe apni jeebh fer raha tha.

Anita ke dono haath ab aazaad the. Woh ek haath se Teka ke baal pakad ke uske muh ko apne muh se chipkaye hue thi. Doosre haath se Malkhaan ki kamar ko apni taraf kheench rahi thi.

Teka ka haath ab uske kaftan ke andar ghush chuka tha. Usne seedha uske ek bade soft staan ko pakad liya. Ungliyon se masalne laga. Anita ke muh se ek gehra shabda nikalta.

Anita: “Ufff… dheere… aah…”

Malkhaan uske doosre staan ko kaftan ke upar se hi dabane laga. Uske anguthe se nipple ko ghumane laga. Anita ki kamar hilne lagi.

Tillu ab uski jaangh ke andar haath daal chuka tha. Uski ungliyan seedha uski geeli choot pe pahunch gayin. Jaise hi uski ungli uski phuli hui lips pe lagi, Anita ka poora shareer kaamp utha.

Tillu: “Meri jaan… yeh toh… bilkul bheeg chuki hai…”

Usne do ungliyan aaram se andar dhakel diin. Anita ki choot ne unhe jaise nihal liya. Geelapan itna tha ki ungliyan bina kisi rukawat ke andar tak chali gayin.

Anita (Teka ke muh se alag hote hue, saans phoolti hui): “Haye… andar… kitna… aah… mat nikaalo…”

Teka ab uske honthon se hat ke uske gale pe aa gaya. Malkhaan ne uska kaftan upar ki taraf khiska diya. Dono soft, bhari hui staane bahar aa gaye. Raat ki thandi hawa unpe padi toh nipples aur khade ho gaye.

Malkhaan turant jhuk gaya aur ek staan ko muh mein le liya. Kas ke choosne laga. Doosre haath se doosre staan ko masalne laga.

Anita ka sir peeche ki taraf jhuk gaya. Uske muh se dheemi dheemi siskiyaan nikalne lagiin.

Teka ab uske doosre staan pe aa gaya. Dono mard ek saath uske staano ko choos rahe the, kaat rahe the, jeebh se ghumaa rahe the.

Neeche Tillu ki ungliyan ab tez ho chuki thin. Woh andar-bahar kar raha tha, kabhi anguthe se uski upar ki naram giri ko ragad raha tha. Anita ki jaanghein kaamp rahi thin. Uske nakhun Teka aur Malkhaan ki peeth mein gadne lage.

Anita: “Bas… aise… aah… aur andar… haye diya…”

Thodi der baad Anita ne khud unke haath hataye. Woh cot pe thoda sidha baithti hai. Uske staane ab laal aur geele the choosne se.

Woh teeno ke saamne baith ke unke pants ke batan kholne lagti hai. Pehle Teka ka. Uske lund ko bahar nikaalti hai. Moti, sakht, garam. Uske haath mein leke dheere dheere upar-neeche karne lagti hai.

Phir Malkhaan ka. Phir Tillu ka.

Teenon lund ab uske dono haathon mein the. Woh ek haath se do ko pakde hue thi, doosre haath se teesre ko. Upar-neeche, kabhi anguthe se upar ke hisse ko ghumati, kabhi neeche tak le jaati.

Teka: “Bhabhiji… aise… maa kasam…”

Malkhaan: “Zaalim… haath toh… aag laga rahe hain…”

Tillu: “Meri jaan… aur tez…”

Anita unki baaton pe muskuraati hui aur kas ke masalne lagti hai. Uske apne muh se bhi gehri saansein nikal rahi thin. Neeche uski choot se geelapan cot pe tapak raha tha.

Woh pehle Teka ke lund ko apne muh ke kareeb laati hai. Jeebh nikaal ke uske upar ke hisse pe fer ti hai. Phir aaram se muh mein leti hai. Gile muh se upar-neeche karne lagti hai. Ek haath se uske neeche ke hisse ko masalti rehti hai. Doosre haath se Malkhaan ke lund ko hilati rehti hai.

Teka ka haath uske sar pe aa jaata hai. Woh dheere dheere uske muh mein aur andar dhakelne lagta hai.

Anita: “Umm… umm…”

Thodi der baad woh Teka ka lund muh se nikaalti hai, laar se chamakta hua. Phir Malkhaan ke lund ko muh mein le leti hai. Isi tarah kas ke choosne lagti hai. Tillu ka lund ab uske haath mein tha, tez tez hilaya ja raha tha.

Malkhaan: “Wah… bhabhiji… muh toh… kya…”

Anita uske lund ko gehre tak le jaati hai, aankhein upar uthake usko dekhti hui. Phir nikaal ke Tillu ki taraf mudti hai. Tillu ka lund muh mein leti hai. Ab Teka aur Malkhaan ke lund uske dono haathon mein the.

Teenon ke muh se bhaari saansein nikal rahi thin. Bottle ab bhi side mein thi. Kabhi-kabhi koi glass uthake ek ghunt le leta, lekin nazar Anita ke muh aur haathon pe hi rehti.

Iske baad Anita cot pe let jaati hai. Kaftan poora upar utha diya gaya tha. Woh bilkul nangi thi. Uske staane dono taraf bikhre hue, choot geeli aur thodi si khuli hui.

Teka pehle uske upar aata hai. Uske dono jaanghein failaata hai. Apna lund uski choot ke muhane pe rakh ta hai. Ek jhatke mein andar tak dhakel deta hai.

Anita: “Aahhhhh… haye… dheere… aah…”

Teka uske upar poora weight daal ke dhakke maarne lagta hai. Har dhakke pe Anita ki staane upar-neeche uchalte. Uske nakhun Teka ki peeth pe firne lagte.

Malkhaan aur Tillu dono side mein baithe glass uthaye hue dekh rahe the. Kabhi-kabhi unke lund ko khud hilate, kabhi Anita ke staano ko masalte.

Teka ke dhakke tez ho rahe the. Anita ki choot ki geeli awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi.

Anita: “Aur… andar… aah… mat rukna…”

Thodi der baad Teka hat ta hai. Uske baad Malkhaan uske upar aata hai. Wahi position. Apna lund seedha andar dhakel ta hai. Malkhaan ke dhakke aur bhaari the. Har dhakke pe Anita ka shareer cot pe khisakta.

Malkhaan: “Bhabhiji… kitni garam… maa kasam…”

Anita uske neeche kaamp rahi thi. Uske haath Malkhaan ke seene pe the, kabhi uske baal pakad leti.

Phir Tillu ki baari. Tillu thoda halka tha lekin uske dhakke tez aur gehre the. Woh Anita ki dono jaanghein apne kandhon pe utha leta hai aur poori taakat se dhakke maarta hai.

Anita: “Haye… itna gehra… aah… bas… aise…”

Ek-ek karke teeno ne usko is tarah se liya. Har baar Anita ki choot aur dheelii hoti ja rahi thi, lekin uski pyaas kam nahi ho rahi thi. Ulta badhti ja rahi thi.

Phir teeno ek saath uske paas aate hain.

Teka uske muh ke paas apna lund laata hai. Malkhaan uski choot mein wapas dhakel ta hai. Tillu uski gaand ke muhane pe apna lund rakh ta hai. Thook lagaake dheere dheere dabane lagta hai.

Anita ke muh se pehle dard ki awaaz nikalti hai.

Anita: “Aah… dheere… gaand… dard… aah…”

Lekin Tillu rukta nahi. Dheere dheere andar tak paith jaata hai. Ab Anita ke dono chedon mein lund the. Malkhaan saamne se, Tillu peeche se. Teka uske muh mein.

Teenon ek saath dhakke maarne lagte hain.

Anita ka shareer unke beech mein pis raha tha. Dard aur maza dono milke usko paagal bana rahe the. Uske aankhon se paani nikalne lage, lekin woh unke lund ko muh se nahi nikaalti. Ulta aur gehra leti.

Malkhaan: “Kaise lag raha hai bhabhiji… dono taraf…”

Tillu: “Meri jaan… kitni kas ke pakad rahi hai…”

Teka: “Muh bhi… kya…”

Har dhakke pe Anita ki awaaz badalti. Kabhi dard ki, kabhi maze ki. Uske staane unke haathon mein bhiiche ja rahe the. Choot aur gaand dono se geelapan nikal raha tha.

Teeno ki raftaar tez hoti gayi. Cot ki karkaraahat, maas ki awaaz, Anita ki siskiyaan – raat ke andhere mein sab milke ek alag hi mahaul bana rahe the.

Itne mein thodi door, jhaadiyon ke peeche, Happu Singh khada tha. Uske haath mein mobile tha. Screen on thi. Woh bina bole, bina hile, poora scene record kar raha tha. Uske chehre pe koi expression nahi tha, bas screen pe nazar thi.

Happu: "Maja to Ab ayego ahhh milte hai goori mam jald"

khaat pe teeno ab apni raftaar ke last stage pe the. Anita unke beech mein bilkul khuli hui, dono chedon mein lund liye, muh mein teesra, aankhein adhkhuli, muh se laar aur siskiyaan dono nikalte hue.

Raat gehri thi.
Colony soyi hui thi.
Aur Khatiya pe jo ho raha tha, woh ab record ho chuka tha.