dosto, mare omer 21 saal thi or mare chhoti behan ki omer 18 ki hue thi jo bohat piyare or aik jawan larki ban gae thi, oska gora jisam or cute sa chara gulabi hoont tha, hight koi 5, 5 thi, bhara bhara jisam tha or motta motta mummay, jab be chalti thi oska mummay be hilta wp bra loose use karti thi jis sa oska mummay or be hilta, patli se qamer or motti motti gaand jo bahir ko nikali hue thi.
main ne chhata hua be mari nazar oska mummu per ya oski gaand per jati, tight qumeez main oski gaand ka chuttar thora thora edhar udhar oper necha hilta or mummay to pagal karta rahta, koi baar oska mummu ko bay chance chhua be tha or kabhi kabhi oski motti gaand per thaper be maar dayta tha. or itna os say free nahi tha magar pechla 1 saal say free be hota geya oski zalim jawani ko dahk ker. oska jisam ko chhuna ka liya moqa dahkta kab or kasa touch ker sakon. wo be samhj chuki thi mujha, magar osne kabhi nahi mujha kha or na maine kuch bola. aik din main sofa per batha tha shalwar or t-shirt pahna. tab wo mera saath aa ker bahthna chha rahi thi to main jald sa oski side per ho geya or osko apne goad main batha liya.
wo hanse or boli tum be na sakoon na layna dayna bhai. abhi oski motti gaand feel he ker raha tha ka dad ki awaaz ayi to wo uth pare or main be side per ho geya. kuch din guzra to mare behan room main ayi to main bathroom say towel lapata bahir nikal raha tha wo dahk ker muskare or khare or boli shukar hai towel to tum pahan layta ho. maine pocha kiya kaam hai ab ? maine bahir nahi jana to boli aik kaam hai. main bola maine kha tha na ka maine bazaar nahi jana to boli nahi bazaar ka koi kaam nahi. to maine pocha phir kiya hua. wo mera bed per bahthi hue boli wo. wo mari friend hai os os ki aik kuttiya hai, to wo chha rahi thi ka agar mari kuttiya ko breed karwa do.. to maine aap sa pocha begair osko haan ker di thi.
to oska phone aya hai ka wo heat per aa gae hue hai to maine bola main bhai say poch lu. main be bed per oska saath baht geya or bola, yaar kiya zamana aa geya hai ab log apni kuttiya mujh sa breed karwae gay ? or main zoor say hans para or saath mari behan be. or behan boli, bhai kitne sharam ki baat hai, ab bhala aap kasa soch sakta hain or kiya main apna bhai ko unka liya chhora hua hai un sab ko maar doon ge. wo aap ka kutta ka liya bola hai, aap ka liya nahi. main phalha chup raha phir behan boli please bhai. to main bola kiya oski phalhi breeding hai ?
to behan boli ji bhai abhi phalhi baar bread hona hai. main bola yaar os ka liya kafie time lag jay ga or tum ko be pata hai dad ghar per hain or mom be. to behan boli dad to aaj dosra city chala gay hain wo to 3 din baad aya gay. to main bola phir theek hai osay bolna raat ko lay ker aa jay. boli theek hai thank you. or mujha kiss ki to maine apna bazoo say oski kamer ka gird rahk ker apna haath thora agay ko oska right mumma ka half tak lay aya jaldi sa. or thora sa apna haath phaira magar wo uth pare or boli main osay call karti hon. kuch dayr baad behan boli, bhai wo khud raat edhar nahi rah sakti wo bolti hai tum oski kuttiya ko rahk layna subha wo lay jay ge or wo chhorna aa rahi hai. main bola kiya main pagal hon ? mujh akaila say nahi hoga. wo jab be breed karwana chhati ho to khud ay. to behan boli, bhai oska dad ki tabeyat kharab hai to maine bola diya koi baat nahi, to main hon na.. wo mari bohat achi friend bani hue hai. or such pocho to maine osko bola hua hai ka ya mera apna kutta hai.
ab raat ho chuki thi or behan ki friend ki kuttiya bahir gate per bandhi hue thi. jis say gali ka awara kutta pore tarha bhoonk raha thay. main tv lonch main tha, or main unki awaza sun raha tha, udhar oper say humera kutta tomme be bhoonk raha tha. behan ko bulaya or bola dahko tumhare os stupid friend ki wajha sa sara gali ka kutta humara ghar ka bahir aa gay hua hain. wo chup rahi or phir boli, ya main nahi janti thi ka aysa hoga. ab bolo kiya karon main. to main bola mom jab soo jayn to phir baatna mujha. or oski kuttiya ko koi dhood dalo. koi raat ka 11 baja behan mera room main ayi. osne tights pahne hue thi or loose t-shirt. oski white t-shirt sa feel ho raha tha ka osne bra nahi pahna hua tha. or pony tail ki hue thi. or boli mom soo gae hain ab. to main bola chal phir main oper jata hon tum esko lay ker oper aa jao.
main oper chhat ka haal main apna tomme lay ker aa geya. or udhar behan kuttiya ko lay ayi. jasa hi tomme ne kuttiya dahki wo oski taraf chal para.. or oski taraf bhoonkne lag para or wo kuttiya be aik halki awaaz nikalti. behan kuttiya ko pakar ker sofa per baht gae or maine apna kutta ko pakar rahka tha. maine behan sa bola yaar ya to bohat chhoti hai or humera kutta to kafie bara hai. to behan thore sharmai hue be thi or necha mu ker ka boli, ab jo be ho, hum kiya ker sakta hain. edhar humera tomme bhoonk raha tha maine osay bola ab bhoonkna nahi, buss chup. maine behan ko bola tum esko chhor do ab. to kuttiya apni dum hilati hue room main phirti rahi or khud he tomme ka pass aa gae. main bola haan esko really zarorat hai jo bachari khud ayi hai tomme ka pass. phir maine be tomme ko chhor diya or khud apni behan ka saath bath geya.
tomme os kuttiya kay pecha pecha goom raha tha. os kuttiya ki choot sooji hue thi, or wo kabhi ruk ker humera kutta sa chatwati to kabhi chal parte. ya dahk ker to mera lund khud mare shalwar main khara ho raha tha. udhar mare 18 saal ki massom behan apni aik unglie ka nail mu main liya unko dahk rahi thi. itna main humera kutta ka pass wo kuttiya chali gae or oska lund ki sheet per apna naak sa soongti rahi or phir apni zubaan say chatti. ya scean or be garam ker raha tha. behan ki nazar un per atki hue thi. main halki se awaaz main bola, insaan inko dahk ker he aysa kerta hain jin say dono maza layta hain. behan ka mu say nikla, haan sahi baat hai.
itna main tommey pechla pairon ka bal baht geya or oska laal rang ka motta lund oski sheet say koi 3 inch nikla hua tha. aaj behan ka samna humera tomme ka lund tha, or behan be mu main unglie liya osay dahk rahi thi. main thora or qareeb ho ker behan ka pass ho geya. or bola, yaar eska to buhat bara hai ? kasa lay ge ya kuttiya, dahko oska lund ko dahkti ja rahi hai mur mur ka. itna main, maine apni behan ka galay main bazoo daal diya or apna saath laga liya. mare behan chup chaap mera saath lag gae thi. main phir bola yaar eski bachari ki to phaar dala ga humera tomme… mari behan ne apni anhkain band ker li thi ya sun ker. or halki se awaaz main boli, haan lag aysa he raha hai. udhar kuttiya goomti hue mari behan ka pass aa gae thi.
maine behan ka sir choom ker bola esko piyar karo apna haath say. kuttiya ki hight thore thi, to behan sofa per apni tangay rahk ker bathi hue thi, even os time oski adhi tang mare tang ka opper thi. wo necha jhuk ker kuttiya ka sir or kamer per haath phaair rahi thi. or pecha sa oski white t-shirt, onchi ho gae thi. oski shirt ka gool gala kafie bara tha, jase shirts aaj kal larkiyan use karti hain, jin say unka shoulder nangay hota hain. itna main humera tomme be humera pass aa ker kuttiya ki choot ko chaat raha tha. maine os time apna haath araam say behan ki t-shirt ka pecha say undar ko lay geya tha. or oski kamer garam lag rahi thi. or oska such main bra nahi tha, main araam say apna haath oski garam or naram peeht per phaair raha tha.
itna main humera tomme ne kuttiya per char geya jis say behan jaldi sa pecha ko hat gae. maine jaldi sa, haath nikal ker oska shoulder sa pakar ker apna seena sa laga liya. kuttiya agay agay ko chal rahi thi or humera tomme apna lumba motta lund kuttiya ki kamer per ragarta to kabhi side per. oska koi 4 inch say zeyda lund bahir ko nikla hua tha. main bola dahk to kasay pagal ho geya hai humera tomme oski chu.. choot dahk ker… or saath he maine apna haath oska khula gala ka andar lay geya or oska gora motta mumma per haath rahk diya. edhar behan ne jaldi say mera haath ka oper apni shirt ka oper say rahk diya. or mu say… uuufffff nikali. maine apna haath kuch dayr wasa rahka or edhar behan ka haath ki grip be loose hue to maine araam araam say oska motta gora mummay per haath phairna shuro ker diya.
udhar humera tomme ki hight zeyda thi jis say lund oski kuttiya main nahi ja raha tha. wo kafie try ker raha tha. edhar mera pora haath main mare behan ka mumma aa geya tha jisay main halka halka daba raha tha. main phir bola, ya itna lumba or motta lund lay ley ge ? to kuch dayr baad boli, es bachari ko layna hoga, or koi hal be nahi na.. os time maine phir oska mumma dabaya. to boli aahhhaayyyyaaa…. dard hoti hai…. os time maine oska chera per kafie kissss kin. main bola, eska ka lund bara hai ya kafie bara hai ? eski phaar to nahi day ga ? mera shoulder or mera seens say pore tarha mare behan lage hue thi, oska chara mera chara ka necha tha, to boli, kafie bara lag raha hai tomme ka, ya kasa lay ge, kitne dayr ki ya try ker raha hai. main bola ya jab be apna lund oski choot per rahkta hai to wo agay ko qu chali jati hai ?
to behan boli, haan maybe esko darr lag raha ho ka itna bara hai. mera be mari behan ki baatain sun ker bura haal ho raha tha, maine be apni shirt uttar di thi. or shalwar ka narra khool diya tha. or udhar main kabhi behan ka aik mumma dabata to kabhi dosra mumma dabata wo be pore tarha garam ho gae thi. udhar tomme ne aik 2 baar apna lund thora sa dala tha to kuttiya agay ko chali gae thi. main bola dahko abhi jana laga tha na es ka lund ? to behan boli.. haan haan.. thore or ruk jati to chala jana tha. edhar maine apni behan ka haath pakar ker apni thigh per phairta raha jasay kharish ker raha hon, or phir apni shalwar ka andar lay geya. shalwar ka narra phalha khool diya tha, to shalwar pore kholi hue thi. jasay he shalwar khuli to mera 9 inch ka lund bahir ko aa geya.
edhar behan phalha mare shalwar ki taraf dahk rahi thi jasay he mera lumba motta lund bahir nikala to behan ne mu dosre taraf ker liya or apna haath be mera haath say chhurwa liya. main apna lund nikal kar wasa batha raha. edhar behan kabhi tomme ki taraf dahkti to kabhe mare taraf or maine phir behan ka haath pakar ker lund per rahka to ajeeb sa sakoon mila. behan kuch dayr tak to mera lund ko araam say pakre rahka. or jab main bola yaar tomme ka bara hai ya mera ? to mera lund daba kar boli… tuuu.. tumhara.. itna main humera tomme oper char geya or kuttiya ki choot main zoor zoor say jhatka maar raha tha. udhar kuttiya edhar udhar goomti ja rahi thi. main bola ab eska andar geya hoga na ? behan boli… haaa hhaaann… abbb geya hoga. main bola tum ne kabhi lund liya hai ? behan chup rahi. main phir bola tum ne kabhi apni piyare choot main lund liya hai ? bolo na mari jaan.
behan mera lund ko dabati to kabhi thora sa hilati. or main oska mumma daba raha tha saath oski gardan ko choom raha tha. main phir bola, batao na mari jaan, kabhi kese say apni choot ko es tarha chatwaya hai jasay ya kuttiya chatwa rahi hai ? ya tum ne chatti hai kese ki choot ? bolo na mari piyare se jaan. to wo boli haan mari kese ne chati hue hai… bohat maza ata hai. or liya nahi kese ka buss 1 ya kabhi 2 ungliyan li hain. ya sun ker maine behan ki tights ka andar apna haath daal diya or oski motti gori choot jo garam hue thi or os main sa paani nikal raha tha. oski motti choot ka lips main apni ungli daal ker oska motta sa dana ko ragarna shuro ker diya. or oski tights ko uttarne lag para, to behan boli please aaj mat karo kuch be. ma maain tumhara choso ? or wo mera lund ki taraf hoge or mera motta lund ka cap ko mu main lay liya.
mujha buhat sakon mil raha tha, mera lund phat raha tha. or toppa bara tha jia say mera lund ka cap he oska mu main phansa hua tha. or dosra haath say apni tights ko pakra hua tha ka main uttar na doon. itna main mian bola. kiya tum ne aaj raat kese say sex karna hai ? jo aaj nahi.. such batao na mujha… magar wo mera lund ka cap mu main liya choose rahi thi. maine oska mu ko apna lund say pecha kiya or oska naram gulabi hoont ko choosa. or phir pocha batao kiya baat hai ? itne dayr main maine oski tights ko necha kar ka osay sofa per layta diya tha or khud oper chhar geya.
wo necha say boli, phir baata doon ge, mom na edhar aa jayn. main bola mom soo rahi hain tum unki fikar na karo. to wo boli.. nahi wo nahi soo rahi wo mera wait kar rahi hain. mujha jana hai. itna main maine apna lund ka motta toppa oski motti choot ki tight surahk main daal diya. udhar wo chila uthi hayyyyy uuhhhhh… mar gaeee bohat motta hai esko nikaloooo… ooooiiiiiiii… kasam sa bohat motta hai.. main bola to batao mujha kon hai jis say apni piyare choot chatwani hai ? to boli kasam uthao tum kese ko kuch nahi bolo ga ? haan bolo tum.. to boli.. mooooom… mom… main bola kiya mom ? to boli mom 2 saal say chaat rahi hain, wo mera necha wait kar rahi hon ge. ya sun ker maine koi 1 inch lund or daal diya, topa ka ilawa.. main bola ksam uthao ? to osne kasam utha kar boli. wo mari choot chatti hain. or main unki. mom koi 38 ki hon ge, smart bhara bhara jisam jasay wo unmarried hon. gora chitta jisam or smart. motta motta mummay or motti motti bare gaand. or hight koi 5, 7 ki thi.
to berhan boli mera be dil karta hai lund lu, magar mom ne roka hua hai. wo mari choot ese liya chatti hain ka kese larka say dosti na kar sakon, or mujha bohat piyar karti hain. to main bola pappa ko pata hai wo nahi choot marta ? to behan boli, nahi unki to 4 saal phalha ki buss hoge hue hai, or unko nahi pata. ya baatain karta karta mera lund koi 2 inch or andar chala geya tha. main bola tari aaj choot itne chikne aaj ka liya hai ya rooz hoti hai ? to boli aaj maine or mom ne dono ne saaf ki hue hain. main bola yaar mujha be unki lay do. kasam say tera haysaan hoga. main oska gora mummay zor zor say daba raha tha or lund ka 2 inch phansa ker layta hua tha. boli theek hai main darwaza khool don ge, main bola hum dono chalta hain. tum darwaza kholna main doggy style sa andar aa jaon ga.
hum ne kutti or apna kutta ko chhora or necha aa gay. behan phalha washroom gae apni choot saaf ki or body spray lag ker aa gae. or hum mom ka room ka darwaza per gay behan ne darwaza knock kiya or awaaz ayi aa jao darling, darwaza khulta he main doggy style main andar chala geya. samnay bed per mom layti hue thi, main bed ki ulti side per baht geya necha carpet per. or behan oper bed per chali gae. mom boli mari jaan aa gae ho, kiya bana unka ? to behan boli breed hoge hai. mom boli bechari ki aaj phat gae hoge. dahka kes tarha kutta ne oski choot chatti hoge ? ji mom maza full liya os ne. udhar mom behan ka kapra uttar kar apni nighty uttar di thi.
wo behan ka lips per kabhi zubaan phairte to kabhi choosti. or udhar behan mom ka mummay daba rahi thi or saath nipples choose rahi thi. es baar dono 69 main aa gae or shup shup or shirp shirp ki awaaz ana la pare dono ki chooto say. mom boli, aaj tari choot kuch zeyda he khuli hue hai or geeli bohat ho rahi hai, lagta hai tum ne kafie control kiya hai apna aap per. itna main mom dubra apni side change ki or behan ki dono thighs ko khool ker khud doggy style main oski tangaon main aa gae. mom ki motti gore gaand ka motta chuttar khula hua thay, jo kafie motta chore gaand lag rahi thi. magar jab wo khare hoti thi to ayse bare nahi lagti thi.
mom bilkul bed ki nukar per ayi hue thi ghore bani hue, or apna mumma kabhi obehan ki choot per ragarti or kabhi chatti. necha behan layti hue aahhhhh oooohhhh kar rahi thi…. behan bol rahi thi, please kuch karo.. mari choot main kuch daalo.. edhar main araam sa khara hua, bilkul mom ka pecha mera 9 inch lumba or 3 inch sa zeyda motta lund seedha khara hua tha. bathroom ka darwaza sa roshni mom ka gora jisam per par rahi thi, jis sa mom ka jisam chamak raha tha. mom apni choot main 2 unglia daal kar andar bahir kar rahi thi. jasay he mom ne apni unglian choot say nikali maine zoor sa mom ki naram rasham jase smart kamer ko pakar liya. or mom aik baar pore tarha sa hilli or aik chihk nikli un ka mu say.
behan boli mom darro mat darro mat, ese beech main maine apna lund ka motta toppa jes per kafie thook lage hue thi, mom ki naram or garam choot ka mu per rahk kar aik halka sa jhatka maar dala. or unki choot ka mu phalha sa geela hua tha or khula hua tha mera lund andar ko dhansta geya. mom ki aik baat mu sa nikal rahi thi, phalha…. aaaahhhhh.. ooooooo…. kk kkkooo… kkooonn kon hai ? oohhhh…. maine behan ko chup rahna ka ishara kiya. mom ki motti gaand ko necha jhuk ker chooma or phir apna lund ko halka halka kar ka andar dalta or ruk jata.. udhar behan seedhi layti mujha dahk rahi thi. or mom poch poch kar chup ho rahi thi. mom apna haath ko pecha la ker kabhi mera pait per phaair kar check kar rahi thi, or ab wo apna haath apni choot ki taraf lay ayi or mera lund ko feel ker rahi thi.
main ruk kar phir jhatka marta or mom ki awaaz atti… ooooiiiiii… bohat bara hai, bohat motta hai….. main mom per jhuk ker necha sa unka mumma pakar liya or unko daba raha tha. mom ki itne tight choot hoge socha nahi tha, or oper sa itne garam ka mera lund jal raha tha. mom ne apna sir or bazoo bed per rahk ker jhuk gae thi, or main pecha khara apna lund andar ko or dalta to mom bol uthti. uuufffff bohat bara hai.. maar jaaon ge… uhhhhh… or apni gaand ko hilla hilla ker edhar udhar karti. jes say mera lund thora bahir nikal atta. mom behan ko bolti.. esko roko abb.. mari buss ho gaye hai.. mari choot ne 2 baar paani nikal diya hai. mari choot ko phaar dala ga. mera lund ka topa mom ki choot main lag raha tha, maine mom ki choot koi 20 mint tak achi tarha bajai. or phir zoor zoor say jab jhatka mara to mom chilati rahi, mari choot phat rahi hai, mari buss hoge hai.. buss kar do ab.. or maine apna sara lund ka dhood mom ki choot main gira diya or achi tarha mom ki choot bhar di. mom ose tarha ulti layt gae unko koi hosh na thi.
behan ko bola wadha karo tum inko nahi batao ge buss yahi bolna koi cheez feel hoti rahi magar nazar nahi ayi. os raat behan be farig hoge thi magar osay mom ne kiya tha. main room main ja ker soo geya. subha late utha to behan ne baataya mom subha parashaan hain raat ko kon tha, ya kasa ho sakta hai tum ko pata na ho, agar koi or cheez hoti to oska lund ka paani mari choot na bharta or bedsheet be bhare hue thi oska lund ka paani sa. behan ne ya be baataya ka mom bol rahi thi, in 5 saalon main phalhi baar ayse chudai hue hai ka main thandi par gae hon, jisam ka aik aik hissa dard be or maza be lay raha hai.
edhar mom rooz ki tarha khud ko teyar kiya hua tha, bohat piyare or sexy be lag rahi thi. magar unki nazaran mari nazar sa nahi mil rahi thi. mom behan sa zeyda sexy or jawan lag rahi thi. behan boli halka sa. mom ki choot tum ne bure tarha phare hai dahko kasa wo chal rahi hai, mera saath aysa mat kerna. or mom ko darr be lag raha hai ka wo jitna bura chudi hain wo admai inko pregant na kar geya ho ? main bola kash aysa ho jay, behan ne mera sir per thaper maraa or boli sharam kero, main bola kasam sa bohat noram choot hai mom ki, pora lund dalna chha raha tha buss mom per raham aa geya tha.
maine mom say shaam ka liya passa mangay to unho ne araam say day diya, phalha wo itne araam say passa nahi dayti thi. maine mom ko kiss ki or bahir chala geya. raat ko late ghar aya to mom ki nazar phir be mare nazar sa nahi mila rahi thi. behan boli, mom ne poch poch kar mera bura haal ker diya hua hai, mujh sa 2 baar larr chuki hain, please mujha baatna do, maine osay kasam di abhi tak nahi batao ge jab tak main na bolon. mom kuch din tak chup rahi or apni nazar mujh sa nahi mila saki. edhar main ab unko dahk dahk ker pagal ho raha tha. jasa aap logo ko phalha baata chuka hon unho ne apna aap ko fit rahka hua tha, kese ko nahi lagta tha unka itne age ka bacha hain. or piyare to bohat thi, magar mera dil ab unka liya or zeyda tarap raha tha.
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