**Bhabhi Ki Adhuri Kahani: Jija ne bhabhi ko diya woh asli sukh**
Ghar mein sab log the, par bhaiya office gaye hue the. Main, Anuj, apne room mein baitha bore ho raha tha. Meri nazar bhabhi ke room ki taraf thi. Bhabhi ka naam Pooja hai, ekdum maal. Figure 36-28-38, jaise ki koi khilona ho. Uski gori kamar, aur uski chikni taangein… main dekhta hi rehta tha.
Raat ke karib 11 baje humara ghar sannata ho gaya. Mummy-papa so gaye the. Main bhabhi ke room gaya. Wo apni saree change kar rahi thi, sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi. Usne meri taraf dekha aur turant apna pallu utha liya.
“Anuj, yahan kya kar rahe ho?” usne sharamati hui poocha.
Maine darwaza band kiya aur uski taraf badha. “Bhabhi, aapko akeelon ghar mein dar nahi lagta?”
“Dar nahi lagta, lekin sharam aati hai. Yeh galat hai,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Galat nahi hai, Bhabhi, pyaar hai,” maine uska haath apne haath mein le liya. “Bhaiya aapse time nahi de paate, par main de sakta hoon.”
Maine use kass kar apni baahon mein bhar liya. Usne mana kiya, par maine uske honthon par apne honthon rakh diye. Humne kiss kiya. Wo dheere-dheere garam ho rahi thi. Maine uski blouse ke hooks khol diye. Usne black lace bra pehni thi, uske nipples ubhar rahe the. Maine bra bhi utaar di aur uski choochiyan choosne laga.
“Ummm… Anuj… ye kya kar rahe ho… bhaiya aa jayenge…” wo siskari rahi thi.
“Chup kar, saali. Bhaiya abhi nahi aayenge. Aaj teri choot ki pyaas bujhaunga,” maine kaha.
Maine uski petticoat ka naara khol diya. Wo ab sirf panty mein mere saamne khadi thi. Maine uski panty utaar di aur uski chut ko sahlane laga. “Kya mast choot hai teri, Pooja. Kya geeli hai tu.”
“Bhaiya, dard ho raha hai,” usne kaha.
“Abhi dard hi maza hai,” maine kaha aur uski chut mein ungli daal di.
“Aaaah! Chhor do mujhe!” usne cheenk kar kaha.
“Chhor nahi dunga, aaj toh tujhe chod kar hi jaaunga,” maine kaha.
Maine apna jeans utaar diya. Mera lund ekdum khada hua tha, taazgi se chamak raha tha. Pooja use dekh kar dar gayi. “Ye poosa andar nahi jayega, Anuj. Please mat karo.”
“Arre Bhabhi, main tujhe chodunga hi chodunga. Aaj teri choot ki dushmani nikh lungi,” maine kaha aur use bed par lita diya.
Uski taangein phaila kar maine apna lund uski chut par ragadna shuru kiya. Pooja siskariyan le rahi thi, “Uuuhhh… dard ho raha hai… dheere karo…”
“Arre saali, pehle chup kar. Abhi toh main teri choot ki aag bujhaunga,” maine kaha aur zor se dhakka lagaya. Mera aadha lund uski choot mein chala gaya.
“Uiii Maaa! Mar gayi! Bhaiya, nikalo isko!” Pooja rone lagi.
“Chup kar randi, lele maza. Tera bhaiya tujhe itna nahi chod paata jitna main aaj chodunga,” maine zor se dhakka lagaya aur mera pura lund uski choot mein sama gaya.
Pooja dard se karah uthi. “Aaaah! Bahut bada hai! Faad diya tune!”
“Faad de, saali, jaa teri izzat ka faluda,” maine kaha. “Abhi toh tujhe asli maza aane wala hai.”
Maine dhire-dhire chodna shuru kiya. Pooja ab bhi dard mehsoos kar rahi thi, par thodi der baad usne bhi maza lena shuru kar diya. Wo neeche se apni gaand utha-utha kar saath de rahi thi.
“Haan… haan… aur tez karo, Bhaiya… aur tez…” wo awaaz lagane lagi.
“Le, meri jaan, le mera poora lund,” maine kaha, uski choochiyan dabaate hue.
“Kya maal hai tu, Pooja. Roz tujhe chodne ka man karega,” maine kaha.
“Bhaiya, aaj toh aapne mujhe apni biwi hi bana diya,” usne kaha.
“Haan, teri toh aaj main har dam karunga,” maine kaha, aur zor se kiss kiya.
Maine uski ek taang utha kar apne kandhe par rakh di aur aur tezi se chodne laga. “Aaaah… aaah… mar daale… behenchod… kya chodta hai tu… faad dega kya…” wo siskari rahi thi.
“Aaj teri choot ka tajmahal banaunga,” maine kaha. “Teri aisi ki taisi karunga.”
Hum log karib 20 minute tak chodte rahe. Pooja do baar jhad chuki thi. Main bhi jhadne wala tha. Pooja ne kaha, “Bhaiya, main jhadne wali hoon.”
“Jhad, saali, jhad. Mera bhi nikalne wala hai,” maine kaha.
“Kahan nikaloon?”
“Kahan nikalu, Bhabhi? Andar hi chod daalo,” maine kaha. “Main pill le lungi.”
“Le mera paani, saali,” maine kaha aur zor se jhatke maar kar apna maal uski choot mein chhod diya.
Hum dono thak kar bed par latak gaye. Pooja ki saansein tez chal rahi thin. Wo meri chest par sar rakh kar let gayi.
“Kaisa laga?” maine pucha.
“Bahut accha, Anuj. Bhaiya aisa kabhi nahi karte,” usne kaha.
“Toh ab roz aise hi karenge,” maine kaha aur use chuma. “Ab tu sirf meri hai, meri Bhabhi nahi, meri randi.”
Pooja has padi. “Theek hai, meri jaan. Ab se main sirf teri hoon.”
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