Sasur Ji Ke Mote Lund Ne Meri Pyaas Bujhai || Desi hindi sex stories
Mera naam Anjali hai, umar 27 saal. Shadi ko almost 3 saal ho chuke hain. Mere pati ka naam Karan hai. Hum Bangalore ke ek middle-class society mein rehte hain, Electronic City ke paas. Karan bahut accha insaan hai – caring, responsible, achhi job hai ek MNC mein. Lekin bedroom mein wo hamesha jaldi-jaldi mein rehta hai. 4-5 minute mein hi jhad jaata hai, phir side mudkar so jaata hai. Shadi ke pehle 6-7 mahine main sochti thi ki dheere-dheere sab theek ho jayega, lekin aaj bhi kuch nahi badla. Raat ko main akeli leti rehti thi, chut mein khali-pan mehsoos karti, aur kabhi-kabhi apni ungli se hi khud ko satisfy karne ki koshish karti. Par wo sukoon nahi milta tha.
Sasur ji ka naam hai Rajesh Sharma. Umar 49 saal. Unki patni (meri saas) do saal pehle guzar chuki hain. Sasur ji ab bhi bahut fit hain – lambi height, broad shoulders, gym aur purani farming wali body ki wajah se unka badan tight aur taana hua hai. Ghar mein wo kam bolte hain, lekin unki nazrein bahut tez hain. Shadi ke baad shuru-shuru mein sab normal tha, lekin dheere-dheere unki nazar badalne lagi thi.
Wo mujhe “beti” kehte the, lekin ab unki aankhein meri kamar, boobs aur gaand par zyada der tak rukne lagi thi. Jab main naha kar towel mein nikalti ya ghar mein simple nighty pehenti, main mehsoos karti thi ki wo door se hi mujhe ghoor rahe hote hain. Shuru mein gussa aata tha, lekin andar se ek ajeeb si garmi aur excitement bhi hone lagi thi.
Ek hafte pehle ki baat hai. Karan company ke kaam se Hyderabad gaya hua tha – 5 din ke liye. Ghar mein sirf main aur sasur ji the. Sham ko main kitchen mein dinner bana rahi thi. Maine ek simple cotton saree pehni thi, pallo thoda dhila tha aur blouse ka neck thoda low-cut tha.
Sasur ji kitchen ke darwaze par aaye aur dheere se bole, “Anjali… aaj subah se kamar mein bahut dard ho raha hai. Thoda tel laga ke malish kar degi beti?”
Main thoda chaunk gayi. “Sasur ji… main… kaise?”
Unhone halke se muskurate hue kaha, “Arre sharma mat. Tu meri bahu hai. Saas gaye do saal ho gaye, main akela pad gaya hoon. Bas 10-15 minute…”
Unki awaaz mein ek aisi gehrai thi ki main mana nahi kar paayi. Maine haan kar di.
Sasur ji drawing room ke sofa par let gaye. Main unke paas baith gayi aur tel le kar unke pairon ki malish shuru kar di. Unke mazboot pair, moti calves… dheere-dheere main unki janghon tak pahunch gayi. Unki saansein tez hone lagi thi.
“Anjali… aur upar kar… kamar tak…”
Main himmat karke unki kamar ki malish karne lagi. Unki lungi thodi upar sarak gayi. Tabhi maine dekha – unke lund ka mota ubhaar saaf dikhai de raha tha. Bahut mota aur lamba. Karan ka lund uske saamne bilkul chhota lagta tha. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga aur meri chut mein ekdam se garmi fail gayi.
Achanak sasur ji ne meri kalaai pakad li aur mere haath ko apne lund par rakh diya.
“Anjali… dekh… kitna tadap raha hai yeh saalon se. Mujhe pata hai Karan tujhe kitna jaldi chod deta hai. Tu abhi bhi adhuri hi rehti hai har raat.”
Main sharma gayi aur haath hataane ki koshish ki, lekin unhone tightly pakad rakha tha. “Sasur ji… yeh galat hai… main aapki bahu hoon…”
“Galat toh woh hai jo teri chut ko roz adhura chhod deta hai,” unhone dheere se kaha aur mera pallu khinch kar side kar diya.
Main kuch bol nahi paayi. Unki mazboot ungliyan mere boobs par ghumne lagi. Unhone blouse ke hooks khol diye. Meri badi-badi choochiyan bahar aa gayi. Sasur ji ne ek nipple muh mein le liya aur zor-zor se chusne lage. Main sisak uthi, “Aaah… sasur ji… dheere…”
Unhone mujhe utha kar apne bedroom mein le gaye. Lungi utaar di. Unka lund bahar nikla – mota, lamba, nasen phooli hui, top chamak raha tha. Main ghutno ke bal baith gayi aur use apne muh mein le liya. Uska size, garam taste aur motai sab kuch alag tha. Sasur ji ne mere baal pakde aur mere muh mein dhakke marne lage.
“Bahut achha chusti hai tu Anjali… saalon baad asli mazaa aa raha hai…”
Phir unhone mujhe bed par litaya. Saree, petticoat aur panty sab utaar di. Meri chut pehle se hi bahut geeli ho chuki thi. Sasur ji ne jhuk kar choot chaatna shuru kiya. Unki moti jeebh meri chut ke har hisse ko chhed rahi thi. Main kamar utha-utha kar chillane lagi, “Sasur ji… aur chato… meri chut ko chooso…”
Jab main pehli baar jhad gayi toh sasur ji muskuraye, “Ab asli khel shuru hota hai beti.”
Unhone apna mota lund meri chut par rakha aur dheere se dhakka diya. Poora lund ek hi jhatke mein andar chala gaya. “Aaaahhh… sasur ji… phat gayi… itna mota… Karan ka toh kabhi nahi bharta tha…”
Sasur ji dheere-dheere tez dhakke marne lage. Har dhakke mein mujhe lag raha tha jaise meri chut pehli baar sach mein bhari ja rahi ho. Wo meri choochiyan daba rahe the, gale ko chum rahe the aur kaan mein fursat se bol rahe the, “Anjali… ab tu meri ho gayi… pati ka lund bhool ja… ab teri chut ka maalik main hoon.”
Us raat unhone mujhe kai baar choda – doggy style mein, mujhe godi mein utha kar, bed ke kinare par. Har baar wo mujhe multiple orgasms dete rahe. Jab unhone akhir mein meri chut mein apna garam maal chhoda, tab main khushi ke aansu ro rahi thi.
Us raat ke baad sab badal gaya.
Karan jab ghar hota hai toh main normal behave karti hoon. Lekin jaise hi wo office chala jata hai, sasur ji ka call aata hai – kabhi “Anjali, kamar dard kar rahi hai”, kabhi “aaj raat bahut akela lag raha hai”. Aur main turant unke room mein chali jaati hoon.
Ab meri chut sasur ji ke motे, experienced lund ki addict ho chuki hai. Karan jab mujhe touch karta hai toh mujhe kuch feel hi nahi hota. Main sochti hoon – “Tera chhota lund ab meri bhookhi chut ko bhar bhi nahi sakta.”
Ek nayi baat jo shuru hui hai – kabhi-kabhi sasur ji mujhe din mein bhi chodte hain. Ek baar toh main kitchen mein khade-khade unke saath chudwaya tha jab Karan video call par tha. Wo risk aur chori-chhupe pan ka mazaa alag hi hai.
Ab main jaanti hoon ki main sasur ji ke jaal mein phans chuki hoon. Par sach bolun toh mujhe isme koi afsos nahi hai. Karan ko kuch pata nahi chalega. Ghar ki chaar diwaren chup hain, lekin har roz meri chut sasur ji ke motे lund se bhar kar puri ho jaati hai.
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