Chachi ke saath sex
Desi
Submit Report Namaste dosto, mera naam Kabir hai; umar 22 saal. Yeh story meri real zindagi se inspired hai, lekin thodi twist ke saath. Mera chachu, Aslam uncle, ek farmer hai. Unka khet ghar se door hai, aur woh aksar din bhar wahi rehte hai – subah jaldi nikal jaate hai aur shaam der se aate hai. Kabhi kabhi to raat ko bhi khet mein reh jaate hai, jaise fasal ki rakhwali karte hue. Is wajah se unki biwi, Manaza aunty, bohat akeli rehti hai. Aunty 38 saal ki hai, lekin dikhti hai jaise 30 ki – gori chitti, lambe kaale baal, badi badi aankhein, aur figure to kya kehna: 36-28-38. Boobs bade aur tight, gand gol aur ubhari hui. Aunty hamesha salwar kameez pehenti hai, lekin unki body itni mast hai ki kapde bhi sexy lagte hai. Chachu uncle ki umar zyada hone ki wajah se unki health theek nahi – doctor bolte hai low energy, stamina kam. Aunty ki needs poori nahi hoti, yeh mujhe pata tha kyuki aunty kabhi kabhi chachu se shikayat karti thi mere saamne, mazak mein hi sahi. “Kabir beta, tere chachu to fasal se hi shaadi kar li hai,” bolti thi aur hans deti, lekin aankhon mein woh tadap dikhti thi. Main college mein padhta hu, aur unke ghar paas hi rehta hu. Roz jaata hu unke yaha – kabhi chai peene, kabhi khana khane. Aunty mujhe bohat pyar karti hai, jaise apna beta samajhti hai, lekin kabhi kabhi unki nazrein mujh pe ruk jaati thi – jaise kuch aur chahti ho. Ek din, dopahar ka time tha; garmi bohat thi. Chachu uncle subah se khet mein gaye hue the, fasal ki sinchai kar rahe the. Main unke ghar gaya, kyuki aunty ne call kiya tha ki, “Beta, aaja… lunch bana diya hai tere liye.” Door khula tha, toh main andar gaya. “Aunty? Kaha ho?” Pucha maine. Aawaz aayi bedroom se, “Andar aa ja beta… yahi hu.” Bedroom mein gaya to dekha aunty bed pe leti hui thi, aaram kar rahi thi. Woh tight white salwar kameez pehne hue thi – kameez short sleeves wali, aur salwar itni tight ki unki thighs aur gand ki shape saaf dikh rahi thi. Upar se, kameez ke andar se bra ki outline bilkul clear – black bra lag rahi thi, jo boobs ko push up kar rahi thi. Aur salwar ke neeche se underwear ki line dikhti thi, jo auraton wali tight panty hoti hai, bilkul fitting. Aunty novel padh rahi thi, ek romance wali book, aur unke chehre pe thodi laali thi. Garmi ki wajah se pasina aa raha tha unke gale pe, jo cleavage mein beh raha tha. Mera dil dhadak gaya – lund thoda tight hone laga pant mein. Aunty itni mast lag rahi thi ki raha nahi gaya. Main dheere se bed pe baith gaya unke paas, unke pairon ki taraf. “Aunty, kya padh rahi ho?” Maine pucha, awaaz dheemi rakh ke. Aunty ne book side pe rakhi aur muskura di, “Arre beta… ek story hai… romance wali. Tu lunch karega?” Unki awaaz mein thodi thakaan thi, lekin aankhein mujh pe thi. Maine unke haath pe apna haath rakh diya – unka haath naram aur garam tha. “Aunty, aap akeli bohat bore hoti ho na? Chachu uncle to hamesha khet mein.” Woh chup rahi, lekin haath hata nahi. Bas dekhti rahi mujhe. Mera haath dheere dheere unke haath se upar slide hua, bazu pe. “Kabir… ye kya kar raha hai?” Boli woh, lekin awaaz mein mana nahi tha. Maine bola, “Aunty, main jaanta hu… aapki needs poori nahi hoti. Chachu uncle ki galti nahi, lekin aap itni khubsurat ho… tadapti ho na?” Aunty ki saansein tez hui; woh uth baithi. “Beta, galat hai ye… tu mera beta jaise hai.” Lekin unki aankhein bol rahi thi kuch aur. Maine unke chehre ko pakda, nazdeek gaya. “Aunty, sirf ek baar… main aapko khush kar du?” Woh sharma gayi, lekin palat nahi. Maine kiss kar diya unke lips pe – soft, dheere se. Aunty ne pehle resist kiya, phir saath dene lagi. Unki tongue meri tongue se mili, garam kiss. Haath unke boobs pe gaye – bra ke upar se dabaya. Woh moan kar uthi, “Aaah… Kabir… mat…” lekin haath neeche nahi kiya. Maine kameez upar ki, bra dikhi – black lace wali aur nipples hard. Bra kholi aur boobs bahar aayi – gol, bade, pink nipples. Muh mein le liya aur choosna start kiya zor se. Aunty ke haath mere baalon mein sehlate rahi aur kaha, “Ohhh beta… kitna accha lag raha hai…” Yeh shuruaat thi. Aunty ab pura saath de rahi thi. Maine unki salwar kholi – neeche red panty thi, geeli already. Ungli se touch kiya chut pe, “Aunty, kitni geeli ho… tadap rahi thi na?” Woh boli, “Haan, Kabir… chachu saalon se nahi kar paate… tu kar na mera.” Pant mein se lund bahar nikala – 8 inch ka, kadak. Aunty ne pakda, “Hayee… itna bada… andar daal na.” Maine missionary position mein daala dheere se. Aunty chillayi, “Aaahhhh… dard ho raha hai… slow beta.” Dheere dheere thrust marne laga; room mein “thap thap” awaazein aa rahi thi. Aunty ki moaning bhi barr gaya, “Aaah… Kabir… zor se… haan… chod mujhe… ohhh god…” Aunty bed pe leti hui thi, nangi aur main unke upar. Lund poora andar daal diya tha; chut tight aur garam thi. Aunty ki aankhein bandh the aur lips bite kar rahi thi. Maine thrust mara zor se, “Aunty, maza aa raha hai?” Woh moan kar uthi, “Aaahhh… haan beta… bohat maza… chachu ka itna bada nahi… tu faad de meri chut… ohhh… zor se mar!” Unki awaaz tez ho gayi aur saansein fuli hui. Maine speed badha di; har dhakke pe boobs hil rahe the. Haath se ek boob dabaya aur nipple pinch kiya. “Aahh… Kabir… choos inhe… muh mein le…” Aunty boli, aur maine muh mein nipple le liya aur zor se choosa. Woh chilayi, “Ohhh yes… bite kar… haan… aaaahhhh!” Unki gand uth rahi thi har thrust pe, jaise lund ko andar kheench rahi ho. Maine position change ki aur aunty ko ghodi banaya. Peeche se lund daala aur gand pakdi zor se. “Aunty, teri gand kitni mast hai… dabau?” Maine pucha, aur thappad maara gand pe. “Aaah… haan beta… mar thappad… chod mujhe jaise kutiya hu… ohhh… andar tak daal!” Aunty ki awaaz mein tadap thi; woh piche mud ke dekhti rahi. Maine haath aage kiya, chut ke clit ko rub kiya ungli se.