Rahul aur Shreya Ki Kahani – Saali Ki Seduction Aur Addiction
Rahul aur Shreya ki shaadi ko 5 saal ho chuke the। Shreya bahut acchi, sanskaari aur caring biwi thi। Woh ghar sambhalti, khana banati, Rahul ka khayal rakhti thi, lekin bedroom mein woh kaafi seedhi-saadi thi। Jaldi thak jaati thi, lights off kiye bina sex nahi karti thi aur koi adventurous cheez try karne se hamesha mana kar deti thi।
Uski chhoti behen Pooja bilkul alag thi — 23 saal ki ek dum aag si ladki। Lambi kaali ghunghrale baal, gori chamakdar skin, 34D ke ubhre hue gol-gol boobs, patli kamar aur bhari-bhari, tight moti gaand jo har kadam par hilti thi। Pooja hamesha se Rahul ko secretly pasand karti thi aur kai baar usko tease bhi karti thi, lekin aaj tak kabhi line cross nahi ki thi।
Us raat Shreya office party se bahut thak kar aayi thi। Ghar aate hi usne jaldi se dinner kiya aur seedha bedroom mein gehri neend mein so gayi। Ab ghar mein sirf Rahul aur Pooja jaag rahe the।
Pooja ne jaan-bujh kar seduction ka poora game khelne ka plan bana rakha tha। Usne ek bahut tight black spaghetti top pehna tha jo uske bade boobs ko mushkil se sambhal pa raha tha। Deep cleavage mein uski creamy skin aur dono boobs ke beech ki line saaf dikhai de rahi thi। Hard pink nipples thin fabric ke upar se ubhar rahe the। Neeche sirf ek chhoti si grey shorts thi jo uski moti gaand ko hardly cover kar pa rahi thi — thodi si bhi harkat mein uski gaand ke neeche ka hissa aur inner thighs dikhte the।
Pooja ne fridge se full bottle vodka, orange juice aur ice nikaali। Seductive smile ke saath woh drawing room mein aayi aur Rahul ke saamne khadi ho gayi, apni taange thodi faila kar।
“Jiju… aaj didi toh puri tarah so chuki hain। Main aapko puri raat company dungi… bore nahi hone dungi,” usne madakati awaaz mein kaha aur aankh maari।
Pehle Rahul ne mana kiya। “Pooja… tu meri saali hai… yeh galat hai। Shreya soyi hui hai next room mein।”
Lekin Pooja ne nahi maana। Usne drinks banaye aur pehle peg mein hi apni creamy, soft thighs Rahul ki taraf faila di। Uski garam skin Rahul ke pair se ragad rahi thi। Teesre peg tak Pooja puri tarah tipsy aur daring ho chuki thi। Woh baar-baar apne top ke straps ko neeche sarka rahi thi taaki uske boobs aur zyada expose ho jaayein।
Pooja ne Rahul ke bilkul paas khiskar uske kaan mein garam saans phenkte hue kaha, “Jiju… sach bataun? Jab bhi aap didi ko chodte ho, main apne room mein lights off karke ungli karti hoon aur sochti hoon ki kash main wahan hoti… aapka mota lund meri chut mein ghusa hota… main bahut jealous hoon didi se jiju…”
Rahul ka lund already rock hard ho chuka tha, lekin usne abhi bhi resistance dikhayi। “Pooja… yeh galat hai… tu meri biwi ki chhoti behen hai… hum aisa nahi kar sakte।”
Pooja muskurayi aur uske god mein baith gayi। Usne apni moti, bhari gaand ko uske hard lund par zor-zor se ragadna shuru kar diya। “Jiju… aapka lund toh sach bol raha hai। Itna sakht ho gaya hai… didi aapko kabhi itna hard nahi karti hogi na? Aaj mujhe chodiye… main aapko woh mazaa dungi jo didi kabhi nahi de sakti।”
Rahul ka mann bahut lad raha tha। Ek taraf guilt tha ki yeh uski biwi ki behen hai, doosri taraf Pooja ki garam body aur dirty baatein usko pagal kar rahi thi। Pooja ne uska shirt utara aur uske chest ko chaatne lagi।
“Jiju… please… bas ek baar try kijiye… agar aapko pasand nahi aaya toh main kabhi nahi bolungi,” usne seductive awaaz mein kaha।
Rahul ne akhirkaar haar maan li। Usne Pooja ka top upar kiya aur dono bade, gore boobs bahar nikaal diye। Pink nipples ko dekhkar woh pagal ho gaya। Usne ek nipple muh mein le kar zor-zor se chusna shuru kar diya, dusre ko haath se masalta hua।
“Aahhh fuck jiju… aur zor se chuso… meri didi ke boobs se kahin bade aur tight hain na mere? Inhe piyo jiju… inhe kaat lo… inhe apna bana lo,” Pooja tadap kar boli, uske haath Rahul ke baalon mein the।
Pooja ab puri tarah drunk aur bekabu ho chuki thi। Usne Rahul ki pant kholi aur uska 7 inch mota lund bahar nikaal liya। Pehle usne haath se sahlaaya, phir muh mein le liya aur zor-zor se chusne lagi।
“Mmmhh… jiju kitna bada, mota aur garam hai… didi isko pura andar nahi leti hogi… main lunga pura… aapka saara maal pi jaungi,” Pooja ne lund chuste hue boli।
Rahul ne usko sofa par litaya, uski shorts neeche ki aur uski clean shaved, pink chut par muh laga diya। Pooja ne uske baal pakad kar uska muh apni chut par zor se daba diya।
“Chato jiju… apni saali ki rasili chut chato… aaahhh… meri didi ko toh aap itna nahi chaatte honge… main bahut jealous hoon usse… aaj aap sirf meri chut chodoge na jiju? Meri chut ko apni bana lo,” Pooja tadapte hue boli।
Rahul ne 15-20 minute tak uski chut chaati, clit ko chusa, ungli maari aur jeebh andar daal daal kar chodta raha। Pooja do baar zor-zor se jhad chuki thi aur ab bilkul paagal ho chuki thi।
“Jiju please… ab mat tadpao… apna mota lund daal do mujhe… meri chut ko bhar do… mujhe chod do aaj poori raat,” wo behosh si chillayi।
Rahul ne usko doggy style mein kiya। Pooja ki moti gaand upar thi। Usne lund ki topi uski chut par ragdi aur ek hi zor dar dhakke mein pura lund andar pel diya।
“Aaaahhhhh fuckkkk jiju… bahut mota hai… phaad diya meri chut ko… haan… aur zor se… chod do apni saali randi ko!” Pooja zor se chillayi।
Rahul ne uski kamar pakdi aur bahut tez dhakke marne laga। Har dhakke ke saath gandi baatein kar raha tha, “Le harami saali… le meri biwi ki behen ki tight chut mein pura lund… bahut din se tujhe chodne ka sapna dekh raha tha… aaj teri chut ko mera maal se bhar dunga… teri didi ko kabhi itna nahi chodunga jitna tujhe chodunga aaj!”
Pooja peeche se gaand hila-hila kar le rahi thi aur zor se chillati ja rahi thi, “Haan jiju… aur zor se… meri didi se zyada zor se chodiye… mujhe pregnant kar do jiju… apna beta daal do meri chut mein… main aapka bachcha paida karungi… didi ko kuch pata nahi chalega… aaahhh… harder jiju… phaad do meri chut!”
Us raat dono ne multiple rounds kiye। Pehle doggy, phir missionary, phir cowgirl mein Pooja khud upar baith kar uchal rahi thi। Har round ke baad Pooja aur addicted hoti ja rahi thi।
Missionary mein Rahul uski taange kandhon par rakh kar gehri chudai kar raha tha। Pooja uske gale mein baahen daal kar zor-zor moan kar rahi thi, “Jiju… aapka lund bahut addictive hai… ab main ees ke bina nahi reh paungi… aap mujhe roz chodna… main aapki secret randi ban jaungi… har mauke par aapki seva karungi।”
Rahul ne last round mein usko bahut zor-zor se thoka aur andar hi maal chhod diya। Pooja ne apni taange uski kamar par lapet li aur pura maal andar leti rahi।
Dono thak kar ek dusre se lipat gaye। Pooja ki chut se Rahul ka maal bahar nikal raha tha। Pooja ne muskurate hue uske lips ko chuma aur kaha, “Jiju… ab se jab bhi mauka mile, aap mujhe aise hi chodna… main hamesha aapke lund ke liye taiyaar rahungi… didi soyi ho ya na ho… main aapki personal randi hoon ab।”
Raat abhi baaki thi… aur dono abhi aur multiple rounds ke liye taiyaar the। Pooja ki resistance puri tarah toot chuki thi aur usme Rahul ke lund ki addiction gehri tarah ghus chuki thi।
Ab se jab bhi Shreya thaki hui soyi hoti, Pooja apni behen ki jagah Rahul ko apni chut, gaand aur muh offer karti। Dono ka yeh secret affair dheere-dheere ek puri lifestyle ban gaya tha।