Makaan Malik Ne Ki Sheela Ki Chudai - Part 2 (Anjali Ki Hui Chudai)
Hello dosto, mera naam Sheela hai. Main 53 saal ki hun. Mere pita Indian the aur meri Maa British. Meri 19 ki umar mein shaadi ho gayi thi aur jab main 29 ki thi tab mere pati ki maut ho gayi. Mere itne bachche hai ki main 2 cricket teams banalu. Main abhi bhi maa ban sakti hun toh ho sakta hai ki jab aap yeh kahani padh rahe ho, mera ek aur bachcha ho chuka ho. Main yoga aur gym karti hun fit rehne ke liye. Mere ghar mein nange rehne ka riwaaz hai par yeh riwaaz maine baad mein shuru kiya. Aaj ki yeh kahani tabki hai jab mere pati ki maut ho chuki thi. Us waqt mere itne bachche nahi the jitne aaj hai. Aaj ki yeh kahani mere pichle bhag ke age ki hai. Verma Ji se chudte hue mujhe ab 6 mahine ke kareeb ho chuke the. Ab meri chut hi unke liye mera kiraya thi. Woh mujhe har 2-3 din mein ek baar zaroor chodte the. Unse chudwate chudwate main pregnant bhi ho gayi. Mujhe pregnant hue 5 mahine ho chuke the aur ab mera peth bhi nikalna shuru ho gaya tha. Mere pati aur saas-sasur ki barsi ke thik agli shaam main Verma Ji ke ghar gayi. Waha unke chhote bhai aaye hue the. Uss shaam unke ghar mein bas woh 2 hi the. Jaise hi main waha pahuchi, unhone mere kapde utaar diye aur meri chudai shuru kardi. Main, Ramesh Verma, aur unke chhote bhai Surendra Verma, drawing room mein nange the. Main Surendra Ji ki godh mein baithi. Unke lund pe uchal uchal ke chud rahi thi. Verma Ji humare bagal mein baith apna lund hila rahe the. “Wah bhaiya, maan gaye. Sahi mein kya maal hai yeh aurat. Mast chut hai iske aur chuche bhi bade bade hai,” Surendra Ji ne mujhe chodte hue apne bhai se kaha. “Tujhe pata hai, Munne, maa iski angrez hai. Ek dum doodh ki tarah safed. Main mila hun iski maa se ek baar, jab iska pati zinda tha. Kya mast aurat hai iski maa. Sunhere baal, nili aankhe, aur doodh sa safed rang. Woh toh isne apne baap ka rang le liye. Agar maa ka leti toh aur bhi kamaal dikhti,” Verma Ji ne apne bhai ko mere bare mein bataya. “Chalo, koi na. Aadhi hi sahi, Angrezan toh chod raha hun,” Surendra Ji bole aur dono bhai hasne lage. “Jo bhi kaho, yeh raand chudti mast hai. Itne saal mein teri bhabhi mujhe itna khush nahi kar payi jitna isne mujhe pichle 6 mahine mein kiya hai,” Verma Ji ne mere baalo mein apna haath feraya, “Oye Sheela, kuch apne pe dhyan de. Moti hoti ja rahi hai,” woh mere se bole. ” Main kaha moti ho rahi hun?” maine chudte hue jawaab diya. “Yeh dekh. Pet nikal raha hai tera,” Verma Ji mere peth pe haath rakhke bole. “Ab kutiya ki tarah har waqt chudungi toh moti toh ho hi jaugi…. ahhhhh… zor se… zor se,” Maine palat kar kaha. “Arre pagli, chudne se aurat moti thodi hoti hai. Tujhe toh aur patla hona chahiye usse.” “Ab agar peth mein bachcha daal doge toh peth toh niklega hi.” “Kisne bachcha daal diya tere peth mein,” Verma Ji zor se bole. “Apne hi toh daala hai,” maine kaha. “Kya bakwaas hai. Maine kab daala. Kisi aur se chudwali aur mera naam laga rahi hai,” Verma Ji bole. “Ah aur zor se. Kisi aur se nahi chudwaya hai, Verma Ji. Aapse hi chudwaya hai. Kya lund hai. Jab tak mera pati zinda tha, main sirf uska hi lund leti thi. Uske marne ke baad sirf apka lund liya hai. Aaj pehli baar kisi teesre mard ka lund liya hai. Aur pehli baar chudne mein main 5 mahine ke peth se toh nahi ho sakti. Aise hi Surendra Ji.” “Chal Kutiya. Kisi kutte se chudwali hai aur mera naam laga rahi hai apne pille par,” Verma Ji ne palla jhadna chaha. “Kisi kutte se nahi apse chudwaya hai. Mere peth mein yeh pilla dalne wala kutta aur koi nahi aap ho.” “Tune mujhe kutta kaha, kutiya,” Verma Ji gusse mein uth gaye. “Maine nahi, apne khudko kutta kaha, chodo mujhe aur chodo,” main muskurate hue boli. “Maafi maang kutiya warna,” Verma Ji ne gusse mein meri taraf ungli dikhayi. “Warna kya karoge? Chodoge mujhe? Chodlo. Chodte toh har waqt hi ho aap mujhe. Usme naya kya hai. Chodke hi toh yeh bachcha mere peth mein dala hai apne. Lekin maafi nahi maangugi. Main agar kutiya hun toh aap mere kutte ho,” maine haste hue Verma Ji se kaha. “Abhi batata hun main tujhe, kutiya,” Verma Ji ne daant peeste hue kaha. Unhone mujhe Surendra Ji ki godh se utar diya aur kutiya wale pose mein zameen pe baitha diya. Main zor se haans rahi thi. Chudai ke alawa woh kuch aur kar bhi nahi sakte the. Aur woh toh woh hamesha hi karte the. Par iss baar unhone jo kiya uska maine nahi socha tha. Unhone apna mota lund meri gaand mein de diya. “Uyi ma nahi, Verma Ji,” meri zor se cheekh nikli. “Verma Ji, waha nahi. Maine kabhi gaand mein nahi liya hai, please nahi,” maine minnat ki. “Mereko kutta boli tu sali raand,” Verma Ji ne gusse mein kaha aur lund aur andar kiya. “Verma Ji, please sorry, dobara nahi bolungi. Aap achche hai. Aap mahan hai. Main kutiya hun, main randi hun. Please meri gaand maat maro. Bohut dard ho raha hai,” maine guzarish ki. “Tu kitna bhi role randi, gaand toh ab teri maari hi jayegi,” Verma ji bole aur apna lund tezi se meri gaand ke andar bahar karne lage. Kareeb 10 minute tak Verma Ji ne meri gaand mari. Mujhe bohut dard ho raha tha. Mere se baitha bhi nahi jaa raha tha. Mere aanso rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. “Ab bol. Main kutta hun na,” Verma Ji ne kaha. “Nahi Verma Ji. Sorry, aap kutte nahi hai,” maine rote hue kaha. “Chal ab rona baand kar aur ghar ja. Ek hafta aaram karle. Teri gaand sahi ho jayegi,” Verma Ji bole. Maine sar hilake haan kardi. “Aur sunn, agle hafte apne saath apni badi nanand ko bhi leke aana. Dekhe toh woh kaisi maal bani hai,” Jab main darwze pe thi tab unhone kaha aur zor se hasne lage. Unke hukum ke mutabik, thik ek hafte baad, main aur meri badi nanand Anjali unke ghar pe pahuche. Mere pati ki 2 behne thi. Dono mere se chhoti thi aur mere pati ki maut ke baad ab main hi ghar mein sabse badi thi. Anjali tab virgin thi. Woh pehle kabhi nahi chudi thi. Maine usse bata diya tha ki kya hone wala hai.