Pehla Adhyay: Shuruaat Ek Jwalamukhi Ki
Abida, ek 38 saal ki aurat, ghar-ghar kaam karti thi, par uski aankhon mein hamesha ek aag si jalti thi. Woh thi ek aisi aurat jo apni hawas ko chhupa nahi sakti thi. Uski dost Shaista, 40 ki ek housewife, sharmili si dikhti thi, par andar se woh bhi utni hi pyaasi thi. Ek din, Abida ne Shaista ko apne ghar bulaya, aur chai ke bahane baat shuru ki.
'Tu kab tak apne pati ke chhote se lund se kaam chalayegi, Shaista? Tujhe asli maza chahiye toh BBC try kar,' Abida ne muskurate hue kaha, uski aankhen chamak rahi thi.
'BBC? Matlab?' Shaista ne poochha, thoda sharmaate hue.
'Big Black Cock, meri jaan! Ek baar liya toh tu apne pati ko bhool jayegi. Main apne boyfriend Jamal ko laa rahi hoon aaj raat. Uske dost ke saath. Dono ke paas hai jo tujhe chahiye,' Abida ne aankh maari.
Shaista ka chehra laal ho gaya, par uski aankhon mein ek chingaari si jagi. 'Abida, tu sach mein pagal hai. Par... main bhi dekhoongi yeh BBC kya cheez hai.'
Raat ke 11 baje, Abida ke chhote se ghar mein do lamba-chauda aadmi aaye. Jamal, Abida ka boyfriend, aur uska dost Kareem. Dono ke chehre pe ek khatarnaak muskaan thi. Shaista ki aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi jab usne unke tight jeans mein ubhar dekha. 'Yeh... yeh toh asli hai,' usne dheeme se kaha.
'Tujhe bola tha na, meri jaan. Yeh dekho, mera Jamal,' Abida ne Jamal ke paas jaate hue uske chest pe haath rakha aur uski shirt ke button kholne lagi. 'Aur yeh Kareem, tera aaj raat ka saathi.'
Shaista ne thoda hichkichaate hue Kareem ki taraf dekha, par uski body mein ek current sa daud gaya. 'Main... main ready hoon,' usne kaha, apni saari ke pallu ko thoda neeche khiskaate hue.
Abida ne Jamal ko apni taraf kheecha aur uske honthon pe ek garam chumban de diya. 'Aaj raat hum dono apni pyaas bujhaayenge,' usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek hawas bhari siski thi. Jamal ne uski kamar pakdi aur uske blouse ke andar haath daal diya. 'Tu hamesha itni horny kyun hoti hai, Abida?' usne poochha, uska haath uske curves pe ghoom raha tha.
'Udhar dekho, Shaista bhi shuru ho gayi,' Abida ne hansate hue kaha. Shaista ab Kareem ke saath sofa pe thi, uski saari thodi upar uthi hui thi, aur Kareem uske gale pe kiss kar raha tha. 'Yeh... yeh toh alag hi maza hai,' Shaista ne panting karte hue kaha, uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi.
Abida ne Jamal ki jeans ka zip khola aur uska hard cock dekhte hi uski aankhen chamak uthi. 'Yeh meri jaan hai,' usne kaha, aur uske saamne ghutno pe baith gayi. Shaista ne bhi himmat ki, aur Kareem ke saamne apni wet pussy ko chhupa nahi saki. 'Mujhe yeh chahiye, abhi,' usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek desperate si pyaas thi.
Raat abhi shuru hi hui thi, aur yeh dono auratein apni hawas ke samundar mein doobne wali thi. Jamal aur Kareem ke saath, yeh raat ek jwalamukhi banne wali thi, jahan har siski, har touch, aur har movement ek dhamaka karne wala tha.
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