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17.Maine Use Kaise Phasaaya 2

Maine Use Kaise Phasaaya (Bhaag 2)

(Bhaag 1 padhiye aur phir yahaan aage padhiye.)

Hiten bina shirt ke sirf ek tight blue jeans mein kaatil lag raha
tha. Uske saavle rang ki chaati gatheeli thi, six pack abs to nahin
the, magar bilkul well-built tha; kisi athlete ki tarah. Uspar uske
kaale nipples, poore gol aur ubhre hue. Main photo lene mein
concentrate karta to kaise?
"Sachmuch teri girlfriend bahut naseebwaali hai," main use keh hi daala.
"Haan," usne ghamand ke saath kaha. "Voh bhi yahi kehti hai."

Kuch das barah photo har angle se aur har pose mein ho jaane ke baad,
useene mujhe kaha, "Kyun, ab thoda aur sexy ho jaaye?"
Meri saans ruk gayi. Kya karne waala tha yeh?
"Shorts mein!" usne kaha. "Kuch macho stud style photos ho jaaye
shorts mein!"
"Kyun nahin?" maine koyi pratikriya na bataate hue kaha. "Teri body
sird shorts mein bahut achchi dikhegi. Model coordinators use pasand
karenge."
"Haan, khaaskar auratein hongi to!" usne kaha aur mujhe aankh maari.
Mujhe kuch jalan huyi - yeh mera ishaara kyun nahin samajh raha tha?
"Hai tere paas idhar koyi shorts? Main laaya nahin hoon."
Mera aur uska shareer kareeban ek hi naap ka tha. Maine use mera
white zipper waala shorts de diya. Usne mere saamne hi apna jeans
utaara aur voh shorts pehna. Uska waist mujhse ek-do inch jyaada tha.
Isliye mera shorts use tight ho raha tha. Magar phir bhi voh use pahen
saka. Mere to munh mein se paani hi sookh gaya tha.

"Kaise dikhta hoon main chaddi mein?" usne mere saamne pose kiya aur
poocha. "Ladkiyan marti hai is shareer par!"
Kya kehta main use? Main bhi to uspar mar hi raha tha. Magar voh
samajh hi nahin raha tha.
"Theek hai, ab ready," usne kaha. "Oh, nahin, nahin. Maloom hai
mujhe. Lund adjust karna padega, hai na?"
"Haan," mere munh se sirf voh ek shabd nikal paaya.
Usne chaddi ka zipper khola aur andar haath daala. Mere hi saamne!
Apna lauda usne dheela kiya aur phula diya taaki chaddi mein se uska
bulge dikhe. Mujhe mere hi shorts se jalan ho rahi thi, kyunki voh us
cheez ke itne kareeb thi jo mujhe chahiye tha.

"Pata hai ab Suman yahaan hoti to kya kehti?" usne kaha.
"Bahut pyaar karti hai tujhse?" maine poocha, mere aawaaz ko bilkul
normal rakhkar.
"Hata pyaar vyaar!" usne kaha. "Le raha hoon saali ki aur kya?
Phukkat mein chut deti hai; mera lund leti hai. Aur kya?"
Main bas sunta hi reh gaya. Suman uski girlfriend nahin thi; sirf
ham-bistar thi. Raand saali! "Magar us din to mujhe aisa laga ki bahut
pyaar hai tum donon mein."
"Gaand maraane gaya pyaar!" usne pehle baar gaali di. "Aisi kitni aur
hai meri! Ab to main model banunga to aur aayengi peeche-peeche."
"Bahut leta hai kya uski?"
"Arey yaar, pooch mat! Roz leta hoon. Ab tak to uski chut ko bhosda
bana daala hai maine. Tereko chahiye? Karoon tera setting? Ab to ham
donon ek doosre se bore hone lage hai."

Maine use ek stool diya. Use uspar baithne ko kaha. Stool thoda
neecha tha.
"Bilkul normal pose chahiye - koyi style nahin," maine kaha. "Baith
jaa aur taangein thodi door rakh taaki lund ka bulge dikhe."
Usne bilkul ek schoolboy ke tarah meri baat maani. Uski golaai shorts
mein se mast dikh rahi thi. "Ek baat bata yaar," usne kaha, "Tu yeh
mere laude ke peeche itna kyun pada hai?"
Main hakka-bakka reh gaya. Kahin ise meri neeyat pata to nahin chali?
Magar maine ek pahunche hue shaatir ki tarah kaha, "Aisi baat nahin
hai yaar. Meri ek baat yaad rakh. Yeh tera lund hi hai jo tujhe
modelling ke duniya mein ooper tak le jaayega. Physique-visique to
theek hai, magar karamat sab laude ki hai. Bahut gaand maarni padti
hai." Photo click kiya.
Ab maine use ek chashma pehnaya, kaale frame waala, aur thinking man
pose dene ko kaha.
"Maine suna hai," usne kaha, "ki modelling mein bahut log gay hai.
Sach hai kya?"
Main man hi man muskura raha tha. Banda dheere-dheere phasta jaa raha
tha.
"Sab gay nahin hai, magar bahut log hote hai. Aur yeh sab log oonchi
posts par hote hai. Ooper jaane ke liye sab ki gaand maarni padti hai."
"Chee yaar, kitni gandi baat hai. Ek mard doosre mard ki kaise le
sakta hai?"
"Is duniya mein sab kuch hota hai, dost!"
"Tu bhi yaar, bahut famous model photographer ban raha hai. Chikna
bhi hai. Tune kabhi yeh sab kiya hai kya?"
Maine soch-samajhkar jhoot bola, "Ab tujhe kya bataaun main? Yeh
magarmach chikne photographers ko bhi nahin chhodte hai. Ek model
agency ke director ne mujhe ek bade model ke saath shooting ka pehla
offer diya tha. Magar voh lene ke liye mujhe uski gaand maarni padi."
"Sach bol raha hai? Kya mazaa aaya tujhe usmein?"
"Mazaa lene ke liye kisne kiya tha yeh sab? Mujhe mera pehla
assignment mil gaya, bas!"
Uska thinking man pose bahut sexy aaya tha.
"Bahut photos ho gaye, shaayad!" usne kaha. "Ab close karein?"
Maine bhi use push nahin kiya. "Theek hai," maine kaha. "Magar ab
jaane ki jaldi mat karna. Ek-ek drink lete hai. Peeta hai na tu?"
"Aur nahin to kya lukkha samajh rakha hai?" usne kaha. "Chal ek peg
le lete hai."

Mere studio mein hi ek bottle thi. Do glass lekar aur thoda soda
lekar ham vahin baith gaye. Voh ab bhi chaddi mein hi tha.
"Cheers," maine kaha. "Tumhare modelling world mein pehle kadam ke liye!"
"Cheers," usne kaha aur apna glass mere glass se takraaya.
"Magar ek baat maloom hai," maine baat shuru ki, "Gaand ho ya chut,
ek baar rhythm mil jaaye, to ek hi sa lagta hai."
"Aise kaise ho sakta hai? Gaand to itni chhoti hoti hai."
"Haan yaar, magar use kholna padta hai. Geela karna padta hai. Phir
lund ka mazaa lete baitho!"
"Yeh sab baatein mere koyi samajh mein nahin aa rahi hai."
"Bachchu, tu model banne nikla hai! Sab kuch apne aap samajh
jaayega," maine kaha aur uski nangi jaangh par himmat karke haath rakh
hi diya.
"Mujhe dara mat," usne kaha aur apna pehla glass khatm kiya.
Maine uska glass phir se bhara. Usko ek aur cigarette jalaakar diya
aur phir uske jaangh par haath rakha. Uska bulge ab kuch aur bada dikh
raha tha.
Jab mujhe yakeen ho gaya ki use thodi chadh gayi hai, to maine usse
poocha, "Yaar, tera lund bahut bada hoga na yaar?"
"Kaisi baat kar raha hai?" usne thode irritation ke saath kaha.
"Nahin, mera matlab, bada hoga isliye to jeans mein ek side par ho
raha tha."
"Haan, bada hai. Bahut bada hai. Ek saath munh mein nahin le paati
hai Suman."
Yakeenan uska lauda bada ho raha tha.
"Suman bistar mein bahut achchi hai kya?"
"Usse achchi bhi lee hai maine, magar Suman bhi buri nahin hai. Mujhe
lagta hai tujhe Suman deni padegi! Uski chut ka har millimetre choos
liya hai ab to maine."
Uska lund to ab itna bada tha ki chaddi phaad hi deta.
Maine mauke ka faayda uthaaya. "Dheere, dheere, mere dost! Ab Suman
yahaan nahin hai!" Maine uske laude ke taraf ungli dikhayi. Us tight
chaddi mein se uska khada lund phir se ek taraf hokar kisi cucumber ke
tarah bulge dikha raha tha.
"Ab hai to uthega hi! Lund hai ki maanta nahin! Aur baat bhi to itni
sexy kar rahe hai ham log. Tera nahin utha kya?"
Maine apne lund par haath rakha. "Mera to kab se jhool raha hai.
Jeans hai isliye pata nahin chalta hai."
Usne mere jeans ki taraf dekha.
"Ab is laude ka kya karoon main?" usne poocha. "Yeh ab muth maare
bina baithega nahin."
"Mera bhi!" maine kaha aur apna zip khol diya.
"Yeh kya kar raha hai?"
"Chhote bhai ko pyaar kar raha hoon. Tu bhi kar," maine kaha. "Koyi
problem nahin hai."
"Nahin yaar," usne kaha.
"Sharmaata kya hai," maine kaha aur uska lund aakhir choo hi liya.
Shaayad voh isi ka intezaar kar raha tha. Apne pair aur phailaakar aur
relax hokar baith gaya.
"Hai na mazboot?" usne poocha.
"Yaar," maine kaha. "Tu nahin jaanta hai kitna tarsaaya hai tune
mujhe iske liye."
"Tujhe yahi to chahiye tha," Hiten ne kaha. "Chutya nahin hoon main.
Pehle din se hi samajh gaya tha main. Jaante hue hi main aaya tha idhar."
Usne mera shirt nikaala. Aur mere kandhe pakadkar mujhe neeche uske
lund ki taraf dhakela. Main uska lund munh mein loon is ishaare se
usne apni beech waali ungli mere munh mein ghusaayi. Main samajh gaya
ki voh kya chahta tha. Uske sundar se chaddi ke ubhaar ko kuch kiss
karne ke baad maine uski chaddi kholi.

Uska lauda rakshas ke tarah lamba tha. Baal the, magar itna kaala
nahin tha. Uske laude se bheeni-bheeni khushboo aa rahi thi. Uske
goton ko maine soongha, phir lauda munh mein liya.
Dus minute choosne ke baad usne kaha, "Chal ab voh karte hain jo
mujhe aage jaakar karna hai. Jeans utaarke jhuk jaa."
Maine jeans utaari. Meri gaand shaven hi thi. "Mujhe bataate jaa
kaise karna hai."
Maine use ek vaseline ka dibba diya aur use bataate gaya. Ki voh
pehle vaseline le, ek ungli daale, phir do, phir teen. Jab chiknaai
theek ho, tab lauda ghusaaye. Dheere-dheere, phir tezi se. Bachcha
chudaai mein bahut expert nikla.

Us din ke baad sirf ek hi baar aur ham donon mile. Jab voh photos
lene aaya tha. Us din usne mera lund choosa. Voh jaanna chahta tha ki
lund chooste kaise hai. Maine us din uski gaand bhi maari. Role reversal.
Magar uske baad voh kahaan chala gaya, uska kya ho gaya mujhe kuch
maloom nahin. Voh model to nahin bana, nahin to main use kahin poster
par ya TV par dekh leta. Kya pata, kahaan gaayab ho gaya. Shaayad yeh
kissa itna hi hona chahiye - ek sundar se sapne ki tarah!

Anth

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