Akhir dasvi ki pariksha khatam ho hi gayi… Padhai mein to Pooja 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? 18 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 Pooja ke sapne na dekhe?

Uski jawani to 2 saal pehle hi building ke ek ‘Govind Uncle’ ne noch li thi. Jab bhi ‘aunty’ ghar se bahar jati, uncle Pooja ko phone karke bula lete. Ghar mein ghuste hi voh Pooja 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 Pooja ko dard hota, par kuchh hi dino mein uski choot us dard ke liye phir se bekarar ho jaati.

Govind Pooja ke papa ka khaas dost tha. Garmi ki chhutiyon mein Pooja ke mummy-papa kuchh dino ke liye gaav jana chahte the, par Pooja Bambai chhodna nahi chahti thi. Govind 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 Govind ne apni biwi se kaha – jaaneman, chhutiyon mein apne maike nahi jaogi? Apne bhaiya bhabhi se mil aao?? Usne Archana se Pooja ki baat chhedi hi nahi.

Raat mein Govind 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. Ankit 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. Vinod Govind 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 Govind har baar chup rehta. Uske honton par halki si muskan hoti, par voh kabhi kuchh na kehta.

Ab Vinod se raha nahi gaya – tera kya hai Govind. 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??

Govind ne apne phone mein Pooja ki tasveer sabko dikhayi. Koi aisi vaisi tasveer nahi… voh tasveer jo Govind ne Pooja ki nangi kheechi thi. ‘Arrey Uncle, yeh kya kar rahe ho… kapde to pehne dijiye!’, Pooja ne kaha tha. Aur Govind 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 Govind 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??’ Govind 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.
Govind muskura raha tha… gandi muskurahat… kaam se bhari hui muskurahat.
‘Chutiya mat bana be… uski beti itni badi nahi hai’

‘18/19 saal ki hai… aur 2 saal se ‘badi’ ho chuki hai.. er hem er hem…’

‘Saala madarchod!!!’

Govind bola – Madarchod nahi, ladki chod!

Govind 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 Pooja 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’, Govind ne doston ko aankh mari.

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

Dhalte hue suraj ki garm kirne Pooja 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 Pooja 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 Govind 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 Pooja 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 Govind Uncle use phir se nangi karke uske badan se khelege, to uska badan kaise dikhega? Apne dono nipple ke sahare Pooja 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… Pooja 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. Pooja ne daudte hue phone uthaya… Govind bola – taiyar ho? Pooja boli – bas kapde pehen rahi thi.
Govind – kyon? Yaha aake sab phir se nikalne hi to hain?
Pooja hans padi – phir bhi, kuchh to pehenna hoga na?
Govind – kuchh sexy pehenna, taki phaadne mein maza aaye.

Ghanti bajte hi Govind ne darwaza khola. Aaj tak aisi sexy ladki ko Govind ne nahi dekha tha. Har baar, din ke din, Pooja aur khubsoorat hoti jaa rahi thi. Par sexy? Itni sexy?? Usay to club mein ya private party mein naachna chahiya – Govind ne socha.

Jaise hi Pooja ghar mein ghusi, voh hairan reh gayi. Govind akela nahi tha. Vaha aur teen mard the. Kaash Govind ne bataya hota, to Pooja itne sexy kapde pehen ke na aati!! Pooja ko dekhte hi sab mardon ki bolti band ho gayi.

Apne lambe baal Pooja 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 Pooja 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 Ankit ke havale… saali bach ke jayegi kahan? – Vinod man hi man sochkar muskuraya.

Uska leather ka chhota sa skirt Pooja 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’ – Ankit main hi man sochkar muskuraya.

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

Ek kone mein le ja ke usne Govind ko poochha:‘Yeh log yaha kya kar rahe hain?’ Pooja ka dil baith gaya. Aaine ke samne apne badan ko sehltae hue Pooja apni choot gili kar chuki thi. Usa laga ki jaise hi voh Govind ke ghar ayegi, Govind 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 Govind ki ungli Pooja ke top ke button ko kheenchne lagi. Uska button toot kar zameen par gir gaya.

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

Govind ne Pooja 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 Pooja ke pairon ke beech uski chaddi sabko dikhne lagi. Voh jhunjhne lagi – chhoda na mujhe… jaane do na mujhe… Govind uncle.. jaane do na. Sab haans rahe the.

‘Array Govind nahi to hamari gudiyan mein aa jaao’ – Ankit bola, aur Pooja ka haanth kheechte hue apni gaud mein bitha diya. Pooja ab haath pair marne lagi… ‘Yeh kya kar rahe ho?’… voh uthne ki koshish karne lagi to Ankit ne uski chunchiyan apne bade bhari haath mein dhar li. Ab kaha jaaogi? Ankit ka lauda uske pant se Pooja ki gaand pe ragad raha tha. Har ghadi uska danda aur tagda, mota aur kathin hue jaa raha tha.

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

Pooja ka dhyaan kuchh mahinon pehle gaya. Govind ne Pooja 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 07 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?’ Pooja ne puchha tha. ‘Kyo nahin? Aise to bahut maza aata hain. Tumhe bhi ek baar yeh karna chahiye’ Govind ne bola tha. Phir voh picture dekhte dekhte Govind ne Pooja ko kai baar choda tha. Jab uska lauda narm rehta to Pooja ko voh gajar ya kakdi daal kar chodta. Phir se uska lauda kadak hota, to phir se Pooja ke andar ghus jaata. Ab socho, jab main narm hota hu, aur tumhe andar kuchh chahiye, aur agar yaha 9-07 mard ho to kaisa maza ayega? Phir kakdi gajar ka kya kaam? Phir to asli cheez se baar baar chudai hoti rahegi’ Govind bola tha… par Pooja ne nahi socha tha ki aisa asli zindagi mein bhi hota hai. Yeh to picture thi, asli thode hi tha?

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

‘Nahi’ – Pooja ghabrayi.
Ankit ne Pooja 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?

Pooja ka dimaag kuchh aur keh raha tha, uska badan kuchh aur. Uske football jaise gol matol mammon par uske nipple kale karare moti ki tarah sooj rahe the. Uske pairon ke beech uski chut bhosda banne ke liye bekarar thi. Angrezi adult picture ki heroine ke jaise voh bhi mardon se baari baari apna muh chudvane ke liye betaab ho rahi thi.

Par kya itne saare mardo se, voh bhi 40-50 saal ki umar vale mardon se apni choot marvane se uski izzat ka diwala to nahi pitega? Agar inme se kisi ne bhi uski maa aur daddy ko bata diya ki tumhari jawan ladki mardon ke saath randi ki tarah apne badan ko istemal karvati hai to Pooja ki to ghar mein pitai ho jayegi.

Par Pooja apne badan aur dil ko roh nahi payi. Jaise hi sab mard apna lauda haath mein liye uske muh par marne lage, Pooja ke muh mein paani aa gaya. Voh lollypop ki tarah ek ke baad ek mardo ka sooja hua danda chaatne aur choosne lagi. Jitna aur choosti, utna use aur maza aata. Shuruat mein to sabke laude uske muh mein sama rahe the, par jaise jaise uski muh ki chudai badhthi gayi, vaise vaise sabka lauda bhi bada hota gaya. Akbar aur Ankit ka danda to itna tagda aur mota tha ki Pooja aadhe se bhi kam apne muh mein daal sakti thi.

‘haay, yeh sab bade bade mere andar ghusege kaise??’ Pooja ne socha.

Akbar Pooja ka muh berahmi se chod raha tha aur Ankit Pooja ke mammon ko aate ke tarah masal raha tha. Vinod Pooja ki choot ko apni teen ungliyon se chud raha tha aur Govind is saare nazare ko sofe par baithkar maze se dekh raha tha. Ab to Pooja 2 hafthon tak uske saath thi – Govind man hi man soch raha tha ki aur kitne doston se Pooja ke hole batega… Govind ka boss to ek number ka chudakkad tha, uska manager bhi kam nahi tha. Phir tha Govind ka bhai aur uska chachu. Govind ka mama bhi to ek number ka kameena tha. ‘Bas, ek raat apne office ko dost, phir aur ek raat apne parivar ke mard… mil baat ke khaege to maza ayega’. Govind muskura raha tha.

Pooja Akbar se muh chudvate chudvate Govind ko muskurate hue dekh rahi thi… usne Govind ko aankh mari aur land se bhare hue muh se muskurayi. Use yeh party bahut pasand aa rahi thi. Uski choot laude ke liye taras rahi thi. Vinod ne apne chauthi ungli Pooja ki choot mein ghusayi – uske muh se cheekh nikal gayi, par Vinod nahi ruka. Voh apna sir hilake Vinod ko mana  karne lagi par Akbar ne uska sir apne haathon mein dhar liye aur uske muh ko aur bhi berahmi se thokne laga. Ankit uski nipple ko mutton ke tukde ki tarah chabane laga. Vinod ki ungliyan Pooja ke chikne ras se bhar rahi thi…. Haa baby, maza aa raha hai na?? char ungliyon se chudai ki aadat dal do. Do dande saath mein chut mein ghusege tab kya bologi?? Logi kya baby? Ek saath dono uncle ka danda logi kya jaanu?

Aisa kehte hue Akbar ne Pooja ko sofe pe letakar uske pairo ko alag kiya. Light mein uski chut ka gadha ras chamak raha tha. Akbar ne uski chut ke honthon ko alag kiya aur thuka. ‘Saali, raand! Iske pehle kitno se chudi ho?’

6 se – Pooja sharmake boli.

Logi na do uncle ko ek saath baby? Vinod Pooja ki nipple ko chimtate hue bola.

Nahiiiii. Phat jaegi choot meri – Pooja ghabhrate hue boli.

Array phatogi nahi, sirf phail jaogi. Aur jyada phail gayi to gaand mein ghusa dege. Ek saath do do hole ko chudvane ka maza kuchh aur hi hota hai – Govind ab Pooja ke paas ake bola.

Vinod sofe par baith gaya aur Pooja ghodi ki tarah uske bade laude par savaar ho gayi. Vinod ke daat uski nipple ko achhi tarah se noch rahe the aur ab Pooja utha uthakar apni choot chudvane lagi.
Aaah… uncle… kitna bada hai apka danda… mmmm…. Meri to choot puri tarah bhar gayi.

Vinod Pooja ki kamar ko pakad kar use zoro se chodne laga. Beraham hathode ki tarah Vinod ka suja hua lund Pooja ki chut ke andar tezi se thok raha tha. Haay… aisa to mujhe aaj tak kisine nahi choda, Pooja ne socha.

Tab hi Pooja ki kamar ko Govind ne aur neeche kiya aur uska lund Vinod ke land ke saath Pooja ki choot mein dhakelne laga. Dard aur masti se Pooja behaal thi… Akbar ke 07inch ke laude se uske bhare hue muh se cheekh dab rahi thi. Pooja ki choot chu-chu ki awaz kar rahi thi, uske choot ki maanspeshiyan dono dando se bahar ki taraf kheench rahi thi.

Usi vaqt Ankit ne awaz di – saali ko aage ghuma yaar, zara mammo ko hilte hue hum bhi dekhe. Vinod ne Pooja ko ultaya aur phir se dono uski choot ko chodne lage… har dhakke se uski choot badi hoti jaa rahi thi. Peechhe se Vinod, aage se Govind. Sabhi uske bhari bharkan  bhare hue gol-gol mammon ko hilte hue dekh kar maze le rahe the. Govind se raha nahi gaya aur thodi hi der mein usne Pooja ka bhosda apne garm gadhe ras se bhar diya.

Baari-baari sabhi ni uski choot ko bhar diya aur dheere dheere uski choot se sabka ras bahar tapakne laga. Akbar ne uski choot ke andar ungliyan daal kar ras ko apne haathon mein liya aur phir apne haathon ko Pooja ke muh mein dalkar bola – chaat sabka ras kulta.

Apni choot se nikalta hua sabke lund ka garam ras peete dekh sabka lauda phir se khada hone laga. Pooja apne honth chatte aur sofe par letkar apne dono pairon ko failate hue sabko boli – ‘ek baar aur ghusa do na Uncle.’