Mera naam Simran hai. Main 22 saal ki hoon, ekdum gori chitti aur kamar matka kar chalne wali ladki. Main Delhi mein akeli rehti hoon kyunki mere parents gaon mein rehte hain. Mere figure ka koi jawab nahi hai—34-28-36. Jab main chalti hoon, toh har ladka mera peeche peeche dekhta rehta hai. Main hamesha tight suits pehenti hoon jisse meri gaand ka shape saaf dikhayi deta hai. Main sex ki bhukhi rahti hoon par isse kisi se kehne ka dar bhi lagta tha.
Hamare building mein hi ek naya family shift hua tha. Unka beta Raj, dikhne mein ekdum khiladi tha. Height 6 feet, body gym ki hui, aur chehre mein ek alag hi kattarpan. Woh roz subah mujhe dekh kar muskurata tha par baat nahi karta tha. Main roz shaam ko mujhe apne balcony mein plants lagane ka bahana banakar use taadti thi. Meri nazar hamesha uski jeans ke upar uske package par hoti thi jo lagbhag bada hua lagta tha. Main sochti thi ki agar iska lund haath mein aaye toh kya hi maza aaye.
Diwali ki raat thi. Poore city mein lights jali hui thin. Main neend se jaag hui thi. Chaay pee rahi thi balcony mein ki tabhi mujhe Raj ki gallery se awaaz aayi. Woh akela khada tha, ek haath mein glass tha aur dusre haath se cigarette pee rahe tha. Usne shirt pehni hui thi par buttons khule the, uski chhati saaf dikh rahi thi. Mausam thoda romantic tha, halki halki hawa chal rahi thi.
Maine socha, aaj Diwali hai, thoda risk liya jaaye. Maine apna red color ka deep neck suit pehena tha jisme main sabse hot lag rahi thi. Maine apne baal khole diye aur halki sa makeup ki. Phir main apne balcony se uski taraf awaaz lagayi, “Raj… aaj akale kya kar rahe ho? Festival hai yahan.”
Raj ne palat kar dekha. Jab usne mujhe red suit mein dekha toh uski aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi. Usne apna glass niche rakh diya aur mere paas aakar khada ho gaya. Gallery ki fence ke beech humari udhas hoti. “Simran,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein thodi nasha tha. “Tum toh bahut khubsurat lag rahi ho aaj. Maan karta hai ki abhi tumhe utha kar le jaun.”
Maine halki si muskuraahat di aur apni ungliyo ko fence ke dhaage par pherate hue kaha, “Toh kyu nahi utha lete ho Raj? Dar lag raha hai kya?”
Yeh sunkar Raj ne haske kaha, “Dar nahi lagta hai Simran, par sharam aati hai ki kahin tum gussa na ho jao.”
Maine uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, “Gussa tab hoga jab mujhe pyaar na milega. Chalo darwaza kholo, main chakhongi ki tumhara pyaar kitna meetha hai.”
Raj ne jhat se darwaza khola. Jaise hi main andar gayi, usne darwaza lock kiya aur mujhe peeche se pakad kar apni baaon mein bhar liya. Uska lund ab bilkul khada ho gaya tha jo meri gaand mein chubh raha tha. Woh meri gardan par kiss kar raha tha. “Simran, tumhe pata hai main kitne dino se tumhe dekh kar soch raha hoon ki tumhari ye mast gaand kaise maza lunga?” usne mere kaan mein garam saans bhartey hue kaha.
Maine apna sar piche hila kar uski gardan chat li aur kaha, “Toh kyu dekhta hi raha hai, harami? Kar na kuch… phad de in kapdon ko. Aaj raat tera mera hi hoga.”
Yeh sunkar Raj ekdum wild ho gaya. Usne mujhe zor se sofa par dhakel diya aur mere upar chad gaya. Usne mere honthon par kisi pyashe aadmi ki tarah kiss kiya. Mere munh se bhi siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Umm… mm.” Uski jeebh mere munh mein ghum rahi thi, mere honthon choos raha tha. Usne meri suit ka gala faad kar niche kiya aur meri black bra ke upar se hi mere boobs choosne laga.
“Raj… bra bhi utar de na, tarse ye bhi,” maine kaan mein kaha.
Usne turant bra ka hook khol diya aur mere doodh bahar aa gaye. Usne unhe pakad kar dabana shuru kar diya. “Kya maal hai Simran… kaffi dabayi hai inpehli baar?” usne muskurate hue kaha.
Maine uske baalon ko nochte hue kaha, “Haan randi, haal hi le liya hai kisi ne, par tera lund se hi maanga hai inka size.”
Raj ne mere nipples ko kaaton ka nishana banaya. “Aaahhh… dard ho raha hai… choos ache se, kutte,” maine moan kiya.
Woh neeche hone laga. Usne meri salwar ka naada kheench diya aur use mere paon tak utar diya. Ab main uski samne sirf panty mein thi. Usne meri panty par apna munh laga diya aur soonghne laga. “Kya khushboo hai yar… geeli ho gayi hai kya?” usne kaha.
“Haan, teri smell se hi geeli ho gayi hai, chod ab mujhe,” maine uske sar pakad kar apni chut par dabaate hue kaha.
Raj ne meri panty faad kar phenk di. Ab main bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Usne meri taangein phailayi aur meri chut chaatne laga. Uski jeebh meri chut ke daane par ghoom rahi thi. “Uffffff… mazaa aa gaya… zara zor se chaat, madarchod,” maine zor se chillaayi.
“Chup kar randi, puri raat hai tere paas,” usne kaha aur apni ek ungli meri chut mein daal di. “Andar bahar karne laga.”
Thodi der baad usne apna pant utar diya. Uska lund ekdum khada, 8 inch ka hua. Woh usse hila raha tha. “Le aa, isko apne munh mein laga,” usne kaha.
Maine jhuk kar uska lund pakad liya aur choosne shuru kiya. Maine pehle supare ko chaata, phir poora lund andar liya. “Le le saale, aise hi choos, randi ban ja,” Raj zor zor se siskariyan le raha tha.
Mujhe bhi maza aa raha tha. Main apni jeebh ghumakar uske lund ko chaat rahi thi. “Chal ab ghodi ban ja,” Raj ne kaha.
Maine sofa par haath rakh kar apni gaand utha di. Raj ne peeche se aakar apna lund meri chut par set kiya. “Aaj tujhe chod kar dikhayunga ki asli chudai hoti kaisi hai,” usne kaha.
Usne ek zor ka jhatka lagaya. “Aaaahhh… behenchod mar gayi… kitna bada hai,” maine cheekh di.
“Chup kar randi, abhi toh shuru hua hai. Le pura lund,” usne zor se dhakka lagaya.
Ab uska poora lund meri chut mein tha. Raj zor-zor se jhatke maar raha tha. “Le… saali randi… kya mast gaand hai teri… aaj toh teri chut ki izzat lootunga,” woh gaaliyaan de raha tha.
Main bhi peeche dhakel kar uska saath dene lagi. “Tez kar saale… chod mujhe… faad de meri chut… aaj teri randi hoon main… jhard de apna maal andar…,” maine awaaz tez karte hue kaha.
Rohit zor-zor se jhatke maar raha tha, “Le rani… le… tera chutad toh ekdum mast hai… har shot par teri gaand hil rahi hai… jaise koi matka hila raha ho.”
Usne mujhe zor se dhakka diya aur main sofa ke haathon par baith gayi. Ab woh mere peeche tha aur mere chutarad par chataan maar raha tha. “Aaah… maar gayi,” maine cheekhti hui kaha.
“Saali harami, tere toh andar tak current lag raha hai,” Raj ne kaha.
Phir usne mujhe apni taraf ghumaya. Ab main uski god mein baithi thi. Usne mera ek haath apni kamar par aur dusra haath mere boobs par rakh diya. “Chudai ka asli maza is position mein hai,” usne kaha.
Woh neeche se dhakke maar raha tha. “Uffff… Raj… maa chuda gayi… kitna maza aa raha hai… aise hi chod… rukna mat…,” maine siskariyan bhar rahi thi.
Rohit mere honthon choos raha tha. “Tere honthon ka taste bhi mast hai Simran… aise hi chooste rahunga.”
Humne almost 15 minute tak isi position mein chudai ki. Phir Raj ne mujhe uthaya aur mujhe khada kar diya. Usne meri taangein apne kandhon par rakh li aur mujhe utha kar chodne laga. Main uske gardan ko kaat rahi thi. “Raj… main jhadne wali hoon… tez karo…,” maine kaha.
“Haan saali, jhad jaa… mere lund par jhad… teri chut ko bhar dunga maal se,” Raj zor se chilla raha tha.
Achanak mere sarir mein rashi daudi aur main jhad gayi. Mere chut ka paani Raj ke lund par nikal gaya. Raj bhi tez tez dhakke maar raha tha. “Neha… main bhi… le mera maal… le…,” usne zor se chillaaya.
Usne apna saara maal meri chut ke andar chhod diya. Main uski god mein hi beth gayi. Hum dono thak kar sofa par hi baithe rahe. Raj ne mujhe apni baahon mein bhara aur kaha, “Aaj ki Diwali yaadgar ho gayi Simran.”
Maine uske honto par kiss kiya aur kaha, “Haan, agar tu har raat aisa hi chodega toh main hamesha tere paas aungi.”
Hum wahan baith kar nange hi baatein ki. Us raat ne hamari padosi wali daur ko naye rishton mein badal di. Ab har raat Raj ki yaad meri chut ki aag badhawa deti hai.
Yeh tha meri padosan ki Diwali ki kahani. Umeed hai aapko pasand aayi hogi.
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