Saali Ki Nangi Jawani: Jiju Ka Mota Lund Aur Ghar Ki Chhupi Masti
Pune ke ek chhote se 2BHK flat mein, fourth floor pe, Arjun Mehra aur uski biwi Ritu rehte the. Arjun 32 saal ka tha — lambe kad ka, gym jaane wala, software company mein senior developer. Dark complexion, sharp jawline aur woh confident muskurahat jo office ki ladkiyan bhi notice karti thi. Ritu 30 ki thi, fair, shaadi ke baad thodi moti ho rahi thi par abhi bhi bahut sundar. Woh private bank mein job karti thi. Unka ghar typical middle-class tha — drawing room mein purana sofa, kitchen mein subah chai aur butter paratha ki khushboo, bedroom mein double bed aur thin walls jahaan har awaaz dusre room tak pahunch jaati thi. Har subah Tulsi ke paas agarbatti jalti thi aur raat ko TV pe serial chalte rehte the.
Unki duniya badal gayi jab Ritu ki chhoti behen Neha aayi. Neha 24 saal ki thi — college khatam kiye abhi sirf do mahine hue the. Woh Pune ke ek startup mein internship ke liye aa gayi thi. Ritu ne insist kiya tha, “Ghar pe hi reh legi, paise bachenge aur mujhe bhi tension nahi rahegi.” Neha slim thi par curves bahut zabardast — 34D ke tight boobs, patli kamar aur gol gol gaand jo har kapde mein ubhar aati thi. Uske lambe wavy baal aur innocent chehra pehli nazar mein kisi ko bhi dhokha de sakta tha.
Pehle din jab Neha airport se aayi, usne pink cotton salwar kameez pehna tha. Kameez itni tight thi ki uske heavy boobs zor se dab rahe the, deep neckline se creamy cleavage saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Side slits se uski smooth thighs ki jhalak mil rahi thi aur dupatta sirf naam ka tha. Arjun airport pick karne gaya tha. Car mein jab Neha baithi, dupatta thoda sarak gaya. Arjun ki nazar uske cleavage par atak gayi. Uska lund ekdum se hil gaya. “Bhaiya, aap kitne busy lagte ho,” Neha ne madhur awaaz mein kaha. Arjun ne muskurate hue jawab diya, “Haan Neha, office ka pressure bahut hai. Par ab tu aa gayi hai toh ghar mein thoda maza aa jaayega.”
Ghar pahunchte hi Ritu ne behen ko tight hug kiya. “Arre waah Neha, kitni hot lag rahi hai tu! Office waale pagal ho jayenge.” Neha sharma gayi, “Didi, bas aise hi.” Arjun kitchen mein chai bana raha tha. Usne dekha Neha bag rakhne ke liye jhuki — salwar ki patli dori uski kamar pe tight, gaand ekdum round aur tempting. Arjun ne apne aap ko daanta, “Arjun, yeh teri saali hai… Ritu ki chhoti behen. Soch bhi mat.” Par uska lund apna mann nahi maanta tha.
Pehle kuch din dheere-dheere guzre. Subah Neha uth kar yoga karti — tight black yoga pants aur sports bra mein. Arjun coffee leke drawing room mein baithta aur chhup-chhup ke dekhta. Uski thighs tight, boobs upar-neeche hote hue. Ritu office chali jaati, Neha bhi internship ke liye nikal jaati. Shaam ko teeno saath chai peete. Neha ki kameez aksar low-neck hoti. Ek din hook khul gaya tha aur white bra ka strap saaf dikhai diya. Arjun ki nazar wahi atak gayi. Neha ne notice kiya, par kuch nahi bola — sirf dupatta theek kiya aur sharma ke muskurayi.
Raat ko thin walls ki wajah se har awaaz sunai deti thi. Arjun aur Ritu ka bedroom ek taraf, Neha ka chhota room dusri taraf. Kabhi-kabhi jab Arjun Ritu ko chodta, dheere se thap-thap awaaz hoti. Neha apne room mein bed pe leti, nighty upar sarak gayi hoti, ungliyan apni chut pe ghumaati aur sochti, “Jiju itne strong hain… didi kitni lucky hai. Par yeh kya soch rahi hoon main? Yeh mera jiju hai… didi ka pati… bahut galat hai.” Phir bhi uski chut geeli ho jaati thi. Guilt bahut tha, par tadap usse bhi zyada.
Arjun ke mann mein bhi roz yahi chal raha tha. Office se ghar aate hi uski nazar Neha par padti. Ek din Neha kitchen mein paratha bana rahi thi. Kameez paseene se geeli ho chuki thi, fabric uske boobs pe chipak gaya tha, nipples ke halke outline saaf. Jab woh bend hui atta lene, Arjun peeche se guzra aur uska lund uski gaand se takraya. Sirf ek second ka touch, par dono freeze ho gaye. “Sorry Neha,” Arjun ne kaanpte hue kaha. Neha ne sirf “Koi baat nahi jiju” kaha, chehra lal ho gaya. Us raat Arjun bathroom mein apna lund hilate hue Neha ki gaand soch raha tha aur Neha pillow mein muh chhupa kar apni chut ragad rahi thi, aankhon mein aansu the par mazaa bhi aa raha tha.
Ritu ko ek hafte ke liye Mumbai jaana pada — uski mummy ki tabiyat kharab thi. Ghar mein sirf Arjun aur Neha reh gaye. Pehla din toh normal guzra. Neha ne kaha, “Jiju, aaj main hi khana banaungi. Aap relax karo.” Usne light blue salwar kameez pehna tha — kameez itni tight ki boobs strain kar rahe the, side slits se creamy thighs dikhti thi, dupatta sirf ek taraf latka hua tha. Jab woh table pe khana serve kar rahi thi, Arjun ki nazar uske boobs par thi. Neha ne dekha par nazrein jhuka li.
Raat ko dono TV dekh rahe the. Light dim thi. Neha ne dheere se kaha, “Jiju, aapko back pain hota hai na? Main tel malish kar dun?” Arjun ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. “Tel malish? Tu comfortable hai na?” Neha muskurayi, “Main aapki saali hoon jiju… aapke liye toh kar sakti hoon.”
Neha ne tel ki bottle li aur bedroom mein le gayi. Arjun bed pe let gaya, shirt utaar di. Neha uske peeche baith gayi. Ab usne short thin cotton nighty pehen li thi — straps shoulders pe, length mid-thighs tak. Jab woh bend hui tel lagane, nighty ka neckline neeche gira aur dono heavy boobs almost bahar aa gaye. Arjun ne aankhen band kar li par lund khada ho chuka tha.
Neha ne tel laga kar uski peeth pe haath ferne shuru kiye. Uski ungliyan dheere-dheere neeche ja rahi thi. “Jiju, aap bahut tense ho.” Arjun ke muh se nikal gaya, “Neha… yeh bahut achha lag raha hai.” Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski nighty paseene se chipak gayi thi, nipples hard. Usne mann mein socha, “Yeh galat hai… yeh meri didi ka pati hai… par jiju ka badan itna garam… meri chut geeli ho rahi hai.”
Arjun palta aur Neha ki taraf dekha. Nighty ke straps ek taraf sarak gaye the. Ek boob bahar aa gaya tha. Arjun ne dheere se haath badhaya aur uske kandhe pe rakha. “Neha… tu bahut sundar hai.” Neha ka chehra lal ho gaya, “Jiju… please… yeh bahut galat hai. Didi…”
Par Arjun ne aur kareeb kheench liya. Pehla kiss dheere se hua — guilty, hesitant, par jaldi hi gehra aur passionate ban gaya. Neha ne pehle resist kiya, “Jiju… nahi…” par phir usne bhi lips khol diye. Arjun ne nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Dono boobs bahar — gol, tight, pink nipples. Usne ek nipple muh mein liya aur zor se choosne laga. Neha ki awaaz nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh jiju… ohhh… yeh galat hai par bahut mazaa aa raha hai…”
Neha ne Arjun ki track pants neeche ki. Uska mota 7 inch lund bahar nikla — thick, veins wala. Neha ki aankhen phail gayi, “Jiju… itna bada…” Arjun ne uski nighty upar ki. Neha ne panty nahi pehni thi. Uski chut clean shaved, geeli aur pink. Arjun ne uski chut pe haath ferte hue kaha, “Kitni garam aur tight hai teri chut saali… kitne din se isko chodne ka mann kar raha tha.”
Neha sharma ke boli, “Jiju… aap bhi… meri kameez mein boobs dekh ke khade ho jaate the na?” Arjun ne usko bed pe litaya aur uski chut chaatne laga. Puch-puch… puch-puch… Neha ki taange tremble kar rahi thi, “Aaaahhh jiju… chaat lo meri pyasi chut… ohhh fuck… bahut maza aa raha hai… yeh meri didi ka pati hai par main ruk nahi paa rahi…”
Neha pehli baar zor se jhad gayi — chut se paani nikla, uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Arjun ne apna lund uski chut pe ragda. “Daalun?” Neha ne aankhen band karke sirf haan mein sar hila diya. Arjun ne ek dhakka diya — lund adha andar. “Aaaahhh jiju… dheere… faad doge meri chut…” Arjun ne aur zor se dhakka maara. Poora lund andar. Thap-thap… thap-thap… thap-thap. Room mein sirf yeh awaaz aur Neha ki dheemi cheekhein.
“Jiju… aur zor se… faad do meri chut… aaaahhh!” Arjun ne speed badhai. Neha ke boobs bounce kar rahe the. Arjun ne ek boob pakad kar squeeze kiya aur dusre haath se uski gardan thodi si pakad kar choke kiya. Neha ko aur maza aaya, “Choke me jiju… harder… main aaj teri secret saali hoon.”
Position badli — Neha doggy style mein. Arjun ne uski gaand pe zor se thappad maara. “Le saali… teri gol gaand bahut din se target thi.” L und andar-bahar. Puch-puch… puch-puch. Neha ki chut se paani tapak raha tha. Arjun ne uske baal pakde aur zor-zor se thoka. Neha scream kar rahi thi, “Jiju… main aa rahi hoon… aaaahhh… cum kar rahi hoon!”
Pehla orgasm — Neha ki taange kaanp gayi, chut ne Arjun ke lund ko tightly squeeze kiya. Arjun nahi ruka. Usne Neha ko uthaya aur standing position mein chodne laga. Neha ki taange uske kamar pe lapeti hui. “Jiju… kitna deep ja raha hai… meri womb tak pahunch raha hai…”
Do ghante tak chudai chali. Teen baar position badli — missionary, cowgirl, spooning. Har baar intense creampie. Pehla creampie jab Neha upar thi — usne khud speed badhai aur boli, “Jiju… andar hi daal do… garam paani se bhar do meri chut…” Arjun ne zor se dhakka maara aur pura maal uski chut mein bhar diya. Neha ka second orgasm usi waqt aaya.
Raat ke 3 baje tak dono thak kar bed pe let gaye. Neha Arjun ke seene pe sar rakh kar leti thi. Uski chut se abhi bhi cum tapak raha tha, nighty ke fabric pe geela nishaan ban gaya tha. Neha ki aankhon mein aansu the. “Jiju… yeh bahut galat tha… main meri didi ki behen hoon… agar didi ko pata chal gaya toh…” Arjun ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha, “Main bhi jaanta hoon Neha… par tu itni pyasi thi aur main bhi control nahi kar paaya. Ab jab didi nahi hogi… hum dono apna time lenge. Par yeh rishta sirf hum dono ke beech rahega.”
Neha ne dheere se muskurate hue kaha, “Jiju… main aapki chhupi saali hoon ab. Meri chut hamesha aapke lund ke liye taiyar rahegi.”
Agla din subah Neha short nighty mein hi kitchen mein thi. Arjun peeche se aaya aur usko counter pe baitha diya. Nighty upar ki aur seedha lund daal diya. Subah ki pehli chudai — zor-zor se thokte hue, Neha ki taange faila kar. “Le saali… teri chut ab meri property hai.”
Uske baad har din, har raat chhupi masti chalti rahi. Kabhi bathroom mein quickie, kabhi sofa pe, kabhi balcony pe raat ko. Neha ab openly flirty thi — ghar mein short nighty pehen kar ghumti, dupatta kabhi nahi pehenti. Arjun usko har jagah chodta — kabhi muh mein lund daal kar gagging karwata, kabhi gaand pe tel laga kar pehli baar gaand maarta.
Ek raat bahut wild thi. Neha ne kaha, “Jiju aaj mujhe full randi bana do.” Arjun ne usko bed pe litaya, dono taange kandhe pe rakh kar missionary mein zor-zor se pelne laga. Thap-thap-thap-thap. Neha ki aankhen roll ho gayi, “Faad do… meri chut faad do jiju… aaaahhh main teri hoon!” Arjun ne uski chut mein teen baar creampie kiya us raat. Cum uski chut se bahar nikal kar gaand tak tapak raha tha.
Ritu wapas aane wali thi. Last night dono ne ek baar phir wild chudai ki. Neha ne Arjun ko gale lagate hue kaha, “Jiju, jab bhi didi office ya bahar jaaye… main ready rahungi. Meri chut hamesha aapke lund ke liye geeli rahegi.” Arjun ne usko kiss kiya aur kaha, “Tu meri secret saali randi hai… yeh rishta kabhi nahi tootega.”
Ritu jab wapas aayi toh sab normal dikha. Par Neha aur Arjun ki nazron mein ek nayi chamak thi. Raat ko jab teeno TV dekh rahe the, Neha ka pair table ke neeche Arjun ke pair se ragad raha tha. Arjun ka lund phir se khada ho gaya. Neha ke chehre pe woh chhupi si smile thi — jaise bol rahi ho, “Jaldi se didi so jaye… main intezaar kar rahi hoon aapke mothe lund ka.”
Ghar ki chhupi masti ab poori tarah se shuru ho chuki thi… aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi.