Indian Sex Stories

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Main bebas chillana bhoolkar apni sari ko usse chhudaane me lag gayi
lekin usne apne dum per meri sari ko mere badan se alag kar diya. Ab main
apne peticoat aur blouse me uske saamne rote huye khadi thi. Apne hatho
ko apne seene se laga kar rakha tha lekin thaanedaar ne mere ek haath
ko pakadkar ulta mod diya toh darad ke maare apne doosre haath se usko
chhudaane lagi.

Isska fayda uthate huye usne mere blouse ke saamne ke
saare hook jhatak kar tod diye. Ab mera blouse ek-do hook ke sahare jhool
raha tha.

Apne doosre hath se jab blouse ko bachane gayi toh bedarad thaanedaar
ne mere pahle wale hath ko aur jor se mod diya. Main dard se karah uthi
aur blouse ko chhod apna hath chhudane ki koshish karne lagi. Issi
tarah karte huye usne mera blouse aur meri choli dono ko mere badan se juda
kar diya. Ab main apne dono hathon se apne dono mummo ko chhupate huye
idhar se udhar daudne lagi. Lekin thaanedaar hansta huwa mere
peechhe-peechhe bhagta huwa kisi bhi tarah se hath ko chhudata aur mere mummo ko
masal deta. Main cheekh kar daya ki beekh maang kar apne ko bachati aur
bhaagti. Aise mein thaanedaar ko maza aa raha tha aur main roti huyi
idhar-udhar bhaag rahi thi.

Thodi de khel aise hi chalta raha. Phir thaanedaar ne mujhe chhod mere
jameen per pade blouse aur choli ko utha kar unhe sunghta huwa apni
desk per gaya aur peg banakar aur daaru pine laga. Phir kuchh ruk kar
mujhse poochha, “Tu bhi piyegi?”

“……”

“Aare pi le. Nashe mein bada maza aata hai chudwane mein.”

Main jor se ro padi. Mere aanshu thamne ke naam hi nahi le rahe the.
Maine gidgidate huye kaha, “Maine kya bigada hai tumhara. Kyo meri izzat
ke peechhe pade ho?”

“Toone nahi bigada. Tere nasheeli husn ne bigada hai mera,” kahte huye
apni pant ki chain par hath rakhte huye bola, “Dekh kaise phad- phada
raha hai Lawda mera. Iska bigda hai teri jawaani ko dekh kar. Ab isko
thanda kar….”

Uska Lund pant ke upar se hi tana huwa dikh raha tha. Mano pant ko faad
kar bahar aa jayega. Apni jawaani ko ab lutne ke kareeb dekh kar mera
dhiraj jawab de raha tha. Main apne ko bachane ke liye jor se chillai,
“Koi hai…. Bachao mujhe…”

Thaanedar daaru ki bottle pakde huye mere paas aaya aur phir jordaar ka
thappad mara. Iss baar usne daaru ki bottle utha kar jor se bola, “Chup
hoti ki saali ya maroo iss bottle ko tere sir per.”

Main ek dum se chuppppppp.

Phir usne mere sir ko pakad kar bottle mere muhn mein laga di. Main
apna muhn hila-hila kar bottle se apne muhn ko hatane ki koshish karne
lagi lekin usne jabardasti karke ded-do peg mere andar udhel hi diya.
Chhaati jalne lagi. Ubkai aane lagi. Sir chakraane laga. Pet garam ho utha.
Pehli baar daaru pet mein gayi thi. Chilla rahi thi lekin thaanedaar
hans raha tha.

Bottle ka jo kuchh bhi bacha-khucha tha woh thaanedaar ne pi liya aur
bottle ko apni desk ke neeche ludhka diya. Phir sidhe mere upar chadh
kar mere mumme ko maslne laga. Dono hatho mein mere dono mumme. Aate ki
tarah gunthne laga. Phokat ka maal jo mil raha tha. Daaru andar jaane ke
baad aise hamle ke liye main tyaar nahi thi. Aur apne aap ko bacha nahi
pa rahi thi. Usne ek mumme ko apne hath mein pakad doosre mumme ko apne
hothon ke beech le choosna shuru kar diya. Mere santre uske liye
choosne wale santre ban gaye.

Main daaru ke jhatke khati huyi apne hath se apna sir pakde huye thi.
Apna bachav bhi nahi kar paa rahi thi. Tabhi doosre hath se thaanedaar
ne mere petticoat ke nade ko jhatke se khol diya. Main mano nind se jaag
uthi. Naa jaane kitni taakat aayi hogi mujh mein jo thaanedaar ko apne
upar se neeche gira kar uthkar bhagne lagi. Lekin afshosh. Khula hua
petticoat meri tangon mein phans gaya aur muhn ke bal dhadam se jaa giri.
Meri rahi-sahi saari takat khatam ho gayi.

Thaanedaar gusse mein badbadata huwa aur gaali deta huwa mere baalon ko
jhatke dete huye mujhe uthaya, “Saali madarchod. mere ko dhakka deti
hai saali. randi. ab main deta hoon tere ko mere Lund ka dhakka.. Saali
chhinal. mere ko dhakka deti hai. ab dekhta hoon kaise bachti hai chudne
se..”

Usne mujhe balon pakad kar mere chehre ko apni aur ghuma kar mere galon
aur mere hothon ko chumne laga. Main 2-3 minutes baad phir kasmasaai
aur chhudaane ki koshish karne lagi. Lekin usne mujhe apni giraft mein
rakha aur mere anar jaise kadak mummo ko apne muhn mein daba kar choosne
laga. Ab woh daanto se mere pyaare-pyaare gore-gore mummo ko katne
laga. Jaise kaata waise hi meri cheekh nikli. Lekin use kya parwaah thi.
Thodi der mein mere ek mumme per jor se kaat khaya toh meri jordaar
cheekh nikal gayi.

“Chup. Awaz nahi. Abke cheekhi na toh pura tera kaat ke alag kar
doonga, saali raand,” kadak awaz mein bola thanedaar.

Sahamkar chup ho gayi main lekin siskiyan aa rahi thi. Thaanedaar ne
mujhe pakad kar neeche sula diya aur apni pant khol diya. Ab woh bhi sirf
underwear mein aur main bhi underwear mein. Usne neeche jhukte huye
mera underwear ek jhatke mein neeche kheencha toh woh ghutne per jaa kar
atak gaya. Phir meri tango ko upar kar use bahar nikaal phenka. Ab
thaanedaar mere poore nange jism ko uper se neeche dekhta huya apne hath se
apne underwear mein pade apne Lund ko dabaane laga.

“Uff. Kya jawaani hai teri. Ek marad se nahi sambhal sakti aisi
jawaani. Kitne mardo ko apni jawaani ka rus pilaya hai tune,” nashe mein
jhumta huwa apne Lund ko dabata huwa bol raha tha thaanedaar.

Next part will be posted tomorrow

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