Devar Bhabhi Ki Chudai: Rasoi Mein Dopeher

Tadka pan se chheentein udi aur Pooja ne jhat se Karan ki kalaai pakad li. "Peeche hato," usne kaha, use kheench kar apne peeche kar liya. Karan ki peeth uske seene se lag gayi. Garam tel ki chheentein un dono ke beech hawa mein tairti rahi, aur ek pal ke liye rasoi mein sirf kadhai ki sarr-sarr aur dono ki saansein sunayi di.

"Bhabhi, aap to aise pakad rahi ho jaise main chhota bachcha hoon," Karan ne hansa, par hata nahi. Pooja ki ungliyan ab bhi uski kalaai par thi.

"Bachche hi ho. Dilli mein reh kar tadka lagana bhool gaye kya?" Pooja ne kaha, par uski aawaz mein daant nahi thi. Usne uska haath chhoda aur kadhai mein jeera daal diya. Khushboo poori rasoi mein phail gayi.

Dopeher ke teen baj rahe the. Bahar Dilli ki dhoop tez thi, par flat ke andar cooler chal raha tha. Sasuma apni kitty party mein gayi thi, bhaiya office mein the. Ghar mein sirf Pooja aur Karan the, aur shaam ki sangeet ke liye shahi paneer ban raha tha.

Karan do saal baad ghar aaya tha. Chaubees saal ka, lamba, halki dadhi, Dilli ki naukri ne use thoda shehri bana diya tha. Pooja use bachpan se jaanti thi, par aaj rasoi mein use dekh kar use laga jaise woh pehli baar dekh rahi ho.

"Bhabhi, main kya karoon? Bas khada dekhun?" Karan ne poochha.

"Paneer kaato. Barabar tukde, samjhe? Tumhare bhaiya ko teda paneer pasand nahi," Pooja ne chakla uski taraf sarka diya.

Karan ne chaku uthaya aur paneer kaatne laga. Pooja ne dekha ki uske haath majboot the, ungliyan lambi. Usne apni nazar hata li aur pyaaz kaatne lagi.

"Bhabhi, aapko yaad hai, bachpan mein main aapke haath ki kheer ke liye rota tha?" Karan ne kaha.

"Aur tumhare bhaiya kehte the, is devar ko bhabhi se zyada pyaar hai," Pooja ne muskuraya. "Tab tum das saal ke the."

"Ab chaubees ka hoon," Karan ne kaha, aur uski aawaz mein kuch tha jisne Pooja ko chaunka diya. Usne upar dekha. Karan use dekh raha tha, seedha, bina palak jhapkaye.

"Kya dekh rahe ho?" Pooja ne poochha.

"Yehi ki aap bilkul nahi badli. Wahi... khoobsurat." Usne aakhri shabd dheere se kaha.

Pooja ke gaal garam ho gaye. Usne pyaaz par dhyaan lagaya. "Chup kar, kaam kar. Paneer jal jayega."

Par Karan chup nahi hua. Woh uske paas aaya, itna paas ki uski saans Pooja ki gardan par mehsoos hui. "Bhabhi, ek baat kahoon? Dilli mein jab bhi ghar ki yaad aati thi, to aapki yaad sabse zyada aati thi."

Pooja ka chaku ruk gaya. "Karan..."

"Sach keh raha hoon." Usne uske gaal par laga aata ponchh diya, ungli se. Uski ungli Pooja ke honthon ke bahut paas se guzri. Pooja ne saans rok li.

Rasoi mein sannata chha gaya. Cooler ki hawa mein jeere ki khushboo thi. Pooja ne dheere se kaha, "Ye galat hai, Karan. Tum mere devar ho."

"Devar hoon, isiliye to haq hai," Karan ne kaha, aur uski aawaz mein masti thi. "Bhabhi se mazaak karne ka haq."

"Ye mazaak nahi lag raha," Pooja ne kaha, par woh peeche nahi hati.

Karan ne uska haath pakda. "To phir kya lag raha hai?"

Pooja ne uska haath nahi chhudaya. Tees saal ki umar, aath saal ki shaadi, aur pichhle kuch mahino se pati ka use chhoona lagbhag band ho gaya tha. Kaam, thakaan, mobile. Woh aurat thi, use mehsoos karna tha ki woh chaahi jaati hai. Aur aaj is rasoi mein, ye ladka use aise dekh raha tha jaise woh duniya ki sabse khoobsurat aurat ho.

"Karan, gas band kar do," usne dheere se kaha.

Karan ne peeche mud kar gas band ki. Jab woh wapas muda, Pooja uske saamne khadi thi, itni paas ki unke seene takra rahe the. Usne uske chehre ko dono haathon mein liya aur use neeche jhukaya.

Pehla chumban dheema tha. Pooja ke honth Karan ke honthon par, halka sa dabav. Phir Karan ne use kas kar pakad liya aur chumban gehra ho gaya. Uski jeebh Pooja ke munh mein gayi. Pooja ne uske baal pakad liye. Aath mahine baad kisi ne use is tarah chooma tha.

"Bhabhi..." Karan ne uski gardan par chumbanon ki jhadi laga di.

"Shh," Pooja ne kaha. "Aaj ke liye main tumhari bhabhi nahi hoon."

Usne uski shirt ke button kholne shuru kiye. Karan ka seena nikla, gehra, thoda baalon wala. Pooja ne apni ungliyan uske seene par phirayi, uske nipples ko chheda. Karan ne siski bhari.

"Tumne kabhi..." Pooja ne poochha.

"Dilli mein... ek do baar. Par aisa kabhi nahi," Karan ne sach kaha.

Pooja ne uski pant ka button khola. Uska lund pehle se tana hua tha, underwear mein se ubhra hua. Pooja ne use haath mein liya. Lamba, mota, garam. Usne dheere dheere hilana shuru kiya.

"Bhabhi, ye..." Karan ki saans tez ho gayi.

"Chup," Pooja ne kaha, aur ghutnon par baith gayi. Usne uske lund ko munh mein le liya. Pehle sirf topa, use jeebh se chat'ti hui, phir dheere dheere poora andar. Karan ne uske sir ko pakad liya.

Rasoi mein ab kadhai ki khushboo ke saath kuch aur bhi tha. Pooja ka munh aage peeche ho raha tha, uski laar Karan ke lund par chamak rahi thi. Karan ki ungliyan uske baalon mein kasi hui thi.

"Bhabhi, main... main nikalne wala hoon," Karan ne haanfte hue kaha.

Pooja uthi. Usne apni saree ka pallu hataya. Uska blouse geele paseene se chipka hua tha. "Abhi nahi," usne kaha. "Abhi to shuruat hai."

Usne use store room ki taraf kheenchha. Wahan andhera tha, sirf darwaze se aati halki roshni. Bori, dabbe, purane bartan. Pooja ne use bori ke dher par dhakel diya aur us par chadh gayi.

Usne apna blouse khola. Uske boobs bahar aaye, bhare hue, nipple tane hue. Karan ne ek ko munh mein le liya aur choosne laga, doosre ko haath se masalta hua. Pooja ne apni gardan peeche phenk di. "Haan... aise hi... zor se..."

Usne apni saree upar uthayi. Usne panty nahi pehni thi. Karan ne dekha to uski aankhein phail gayin. "Bhabhi, aapne..."

"Aaj subah se mood tha," Pooja ne sharma kar kaha. "Ab chup aur dekho."

Usne uske lund ko apni chut par rakha aur dheere se baith gayi. Woh andar gaya, poora, jad tak. Pooja ne saans rok li. Itna mota, itna gehra. Usne hilna shuru kiya, upar neeche, dheere dheere.

"Oh bhabhi..." Karan ne uske koolhe pakad liye.

"Chodo mujhe," Pooja ne kaha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. "Apni bhabhi ko chodo."

Karan ne neeche se dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Pooja upar se kud rahi thi. Store room mein boriyon ki sarsarahat, dono ki siskiyan, chamdi ki aawaz. Pooja ke boobs uchhal rahe the. Karan ne unhe pakad liya aur masalne laga.

"Haan... haan... main aa rahi hoon..." Pooja ka jism kaanpa. Usne Karan ke kandhe par daant gaad diye taaki cheekh na nikle. Uska paani nikal gaya, Karan ke lund ko bhigota hua.

Par Karan ruka nahi. Usne use palta diya. Ab woh boriyon par pet ke bal thi, Karan peeche se. Usne uske baal pakde aur phir andar gaya. Is baar aur gehra.

"Haan... peeche se... aur andar..." Pooja ne takiya pakad liya.

Karan ne raftaar badha di. Pooja doosri baar jhadne wali thi. "Main phir... haan..." Uska jism phir kaanpa.

Karan ne lund bahar nikala. "Palto," usne kaha. Pooja palti. Usne uske munh mein lund diya aur hilaya. Garam paani uske munh mein, uske chehre par. Usne sab nigal liya.

Dono haanfte hue boriyon par gir pade. Pooja ne apna sir Karan ke seene par rakha. "Ye kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye," usne kaha.

"Kisi ko pata nahi chalega," Karan ne uske maathe ko chooma. "Par bhabhi..."

"Hmm?"

"Shaadi ke baad main wapas Dilli chala jaunga. Tab?"

Pooja ne upar dekha aur muskurayi. "Tab phone hai na. Aur... sangeet mein to tum yahin ho." Usne uske honthon par halka chumban diya.

"Par abhi... abhi tum yahin ho," Pooja ne uske honthon par halka chumban diya.

Woh use kheench kar bedroom mein le gayi. Darwaza band kiya, kundali lagayi. "Yahan aaram se," usne kaha. "Store room mein darr lag raha tha."

Bed par lette hi Karan ne use apne upar kheench liya. Pooja ne uski chhaati par apne nakhun phere, halke halke, use tadpaati hui. "Bhabhi, aap to..." Karan ne siski bhari.

"Main kya?" Pooja ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Bolo na, main kya hoon?"

"Aap... aap bahut garam ho," Karan ne kaha, aur Pooja khilkhila padi.

Usne phir uske lund ko haath mein liya. Woh phir se tana hua tha, taiyaar. "Itni jaldi taiyaar? Jawaan khoon," usne masti se kaha, aur use apni chut mein utaar liya. Is baar woh aahista aahista hili, har dhakke ko mehsoos karti hui.

Karan ne uske boobs ko munh mein liya, ek ek karke choosta hua. Pooja ne uske sir ko pakad liya. "Haan... mere raja... aise hi..." Dono ki raftaar badhne lagi. Bed charmarane laga.

"Neeche se chodo," Pooja ne kaha. Karan ne use palta diya aur upar aaya. Usne uski taangein apne kandhon par rakh li aur andar gaya. Gehra, lamba dhakka. Pooja cheekh padi, phir usne apna munh takiye mein daba liya.

"Zor se... aur zor se..." uski aawaz takiye mein ghut rahi thi.

Karan ne poori taakat se dhakke maare. Pooja ka jism bistar par fisal raha tha. Usne use kas kar pakad liya. "Main aa rahi hoon... Karan... main..." Teesri baar uska paani nikla, is baar aur tez.

Karan bhi ab rukne wala nahi tha. Usne kuch aur tez dhakke maare aur phir bahar nikaal kar uske pet par nikaal diya. Dono paseene mein bheeg gaye the.

"Ab utho," Pooja ne hansi, uski chhaati par thapki deti hui. "Paneer dekhna hai. Kahin jal na gaya ho."

Woh rasoi mein wapas aaye. Kadhai mein paneer thoda lag gaya tha. Pooja ne hansi, "Aaj ki sabzi thodi meethi ban gayi." Karan ne peeche se use gale lagaya aur uski gardan par chooma. "Sabse meethi," usne kaha.

Shaam ko jab sab sangeet mein shahi paneer kha rahe the, sabne taareef ki. Sirf do log jaante the ki us meethaas ka raaz kya tha. Pooja ne Karan ko dekha, Karan ne Pooja ko. Aur dono ke honthon par wahi raazdaar muskaan thi jo sirf wohi samajh sakte the.