Shikar Raniya, Jungle Ki Aag – Part 1
Samuhik Chudai
Submit Report Gaon ki dhool-bhari sadkon par, jahaan pahadon ki chotiyan aasmaan ko chhoone ki koshish karti hui dikhti hain, ek aisa gaon basa tha jahaan din ki roshni mein sab kuch saral lagta, lekin raat ke andhere mein har saans mein ek sulagti hui aag chhupi hoti thi. Yeh aag un auraton ki thi, jo shaadi ke bandhan mein bandhi hui thi, lekin apni jawani ki gehraiyon se nikalti rahi thi. Shikar raniya – yeh unka naam tha – ek chhupa hua samuh jo har mahine jungle ki godi mein jaakar apni ichchhaon ko azaad karta. Shikaar ka bahana tha, lekin asli shikaar toh unki khud ki tanhaai aur bhukh ka hota. Priya, nayi dulhan, do saal pehle sheher se aayi thi, Vikram ki biwi. Uske badan mein ek narmi thi, jaise taaze phoolon ki pankhudi; lambe kaale baal hawa mein lehrate the, aur aankhon mein ek aisi pyaas thi jo abhi tak jaag uthi thi. Shaadi ke dinon mein, Vikram ke saath woh raatein guzaarti thi, lekin ab woh sirf udaas mehsoos karti thi, jaise aag ki chingaari jo jalti toh hai, lekin poori lau nahin ban paati. Priya ke andar ek khali-pan badh raha tha. Raaton mein, jab Vikram so jaata, woh apne haathon se apne badan ko chhooti, lekin woh sparsh sirf tadap badhaata. “Kya yehi hai zindagi?” woh sochti, apni ungliyon se apni chut ke naram falon ko sehlate hue aur saansein tez karte hue. Ek shaam, nadi ke kinaare, jab woh kapde dhone baithi thi, Rani aayi. Rani, shikar raniya jaisi, tees saal ki thi. Uska badan aisa tha jo har nazar ko apni aur kheench leta; uske stan gol aur bhare hue, gaand lehar ki tarah, jaise samundar ki lahar. Uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi, aur honthon par hamesha ek aisi muskaan jo raaz-bhari hoti. “Priya, kya baat hai? Aaj itni udaas kyun?” Rani ne pucha, paani mein haath daalte hue. Uski ungliyan Priya ke haathon ko chhu gayi. Us chhuan se Priya ko ek current sa laga, jaise bijli ki chingaari. “Kuch nahin, didi… bas… zindagi mein kuch kami si lagti hai.” Rani hans padi, dheere se, uski awaaz mein ek madhurata thi. “Kami? Arre, woh toh hum sab mein hai. Lekin shikar raniya ki mehfil mein woh bhul jaati hai. Aao na, jungle mein. Wahan har sparsh, har saans… woh zinda kar deti hai.” Priya ka dil dhadka, uski saansein garam ho gayi. Usne raat ko Vikram se baat ki, jab woh uske badan se lipat kar leti thi. Vikram ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Jaao, Priya. Kabhi-kabhi apne andar ki aag ko azaad karna padta hai.” Priya ko laga, shayad woh is raaz se jaanta tha. Agla mahina, poornima ki raat. Jungle ka rasta kathin tha, patte paani se bhige, hawa mein mitti aur phoolon ki khushboo. Shikar raniya ka jhund chal raha tha: Rani, Priya, Sita, Meera, Laxmi. Har ek ke badan par lehenga tha, lekin andar se unki saansein tez thi, jaise kisi tyohar ki taiyari ho rahi ho. Vikram saath tha, uska mazboot badan, baalon bhari chhati, aur woh muskurahat jo kehti thi, “Main tum sabka hoon aaj.” Priya chalte hue Rani ke paas thi; ghass uski taangon ko chhoone se uska badan kaanp raha tha. “Dar lag raha hai, didi,” Priya ne kaha. Rani ne uska haanth pakda, “Dar nahin… utejana hai yeh. Pahunche jheel ke paas.” Ek khula maidan tha, chaaron taraf pedon ki deewar jo unhein chhupati thi. Raat ho gayi thi, chandni jheel par chamak rahi thi, jaise chandi ki chadar. Aag jalayi, Vikram ne ek chhota jaanwar pakda aur khana banaya. Gol-gol baith kar baatein ki. Priya dekhti rahi kaise Rani ki nazar us par thi, uske honthon ko chaate hue, aur Sita-Meera ek dusre ke kandhe par haath rakhe muskurati. Khushboo badal gayi – pasle ki, phoolon ki, aur shayad unki badan ki geeli garmi ki. “Ab waqt hai asli shikaar ka,” Rani ne kaha, awaaz mein ek gehri madhurata. Sab hans pade, lekin Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya, uski nipples lehenge ke andar se dabav se sakht ho gayi. Vikram ne usse nazar se ishara kiya aur woh teeno – Priya, Rani, Vikram – alag ho gaye, jheel ke paas ek naram ghass ke bed par. Hawa thandi thi, lekin unke badan garam the. Rani ne Priya ke paas baith kar uska haanth liya, ungliyon se uski haath ko sehlaya, jaise har rekha ko padh rahi ho. “Priya, tera yeh badan… kitna naram, kitna khubsurat. Jaise har chhuan ke liye bana ho.” Priya sharma gayi, lekin uski saans ruk gayi jab Rani ne uske blouse ke hook dheere se khole, ek-ek karke, jaise koi khazane ka dibba khol rahi ho. Priya ke stan bahar aa gaye – gol, bhare hue, nipples gulabi aur sakht, hawa ki chhuan se kaanp rahe the. Rani ne unhe dekha, phir dheere se chhua ungliyon se, gol banate hue. “Mmm… dekho kitne achhe hain. Yeh nipples… jaise bula rahe hain.” Priya ki saans tez ho gayi, ek halki si siski nikli, “Aah… Rani didi… yeh mehsoos…” Vikram peeche se aaya, uski gardan par garam saansein chhodte hue, honthon se kiss kiya – dheera, geela, uski zubaan se uski gardan ko chaata. “Priya, tu meri rani hai aaj… aur Rani ki bhi. Tera yeh badan hamara hai.” Yeh baat sun kar Priya ka sharir kaanp utha, uski chut mein ek garmi fail gayi, uski chaddi geela kar di. Vikram ne uske lehenge ko neeche khincha, dheere se, uski taangon ko kholte hue. Priya ab adhuri nangi thi, uski chut ke upar patli chaddi, jahaan se geela daag dikh raha tha. Rani ne uski taangon par haanth phera, andar se bahar, ghutnon se upar, phir uski upari taang ko sehlaya – halka sa pressure, jo Priya ko tadpa raha tha. “Kitni geeli ho chuki tu… yeh khushboo… teri ichchha ki.” Rani ne chaddi ko side kiya aur apni ungli se Priya ki chut ke bahar wale honthon ko chhua – naram, phisalte hue. Priya ka badan ukhad gaya, “Ohhh… didi… wahan… please…” Vikram ne saath diya, uski ek ungli andar daali, dheere se, ras se bhari hui jagah ko mehsoos karte hue. “Tight hai teri… lekin itni garam, jaise aag jal rahi ho andar.” Unki ungliyan milkar kaam kar rahi thi – Rani upari chut ko circle mein ragad rahi, Vikram andar-bahar.
Priya tadap rahi thi, uske haanth ghass mein dub gaye, saansein cheekh ban rahi thi. “Daalo na… ab aur mat tadpao… mujhe bhar do.” Uski awaaz mein bhukh thi, ek aisi pyaas jo ab seh nahin pa rahi thi. Vikram ne apne kapde utaare, uska lund bahar aaya – mota, lamba, topa laal aur chamakta, nason ubhari hui. Priya ne dekha, uski aankhein badi ho gayi, muh mein pani aa gaya. “Yeh… itna… Vikram… ise chhoona chahti hoon.” Rani ne uska haanth liya, uske lund par rakha – garam, sakht, pulse kar raha jaise dil ki dhadkan. Priya ne sehlaya, upar-neeche, upar se unghi ghumayi, chipchipa paani mehsoos kiya – chipchipa, garam. “Mmm… kitna achha lagega yeh.” Rani hans padi, “Pehle andar le… phir muh mein.” Vikram ne Priya ko letaya, uski taangein kandhon par rakhi, uski chut ko apne lund se ragda upar-neeche, geela karte hue, lekin andar nahin daala abhi. Priya tadap uthi, “Please… daalo… aaaah!” Ek jhatke mein andar poora, gehra, uski deewaron ko chhoote hue. Priya ki cheekh jungle mein goonji, lekin woh cheekh dard aur maze ki thi. “Oooohhh! Kitna mota… phaad diya andar… uhhh… haan… ab chod do, dheere se shuru karo!” Vikram ne shuru kiya dheere, har dhakka ek gehra sparsh, uski chut ke andar ki har jagah ko mehsoos karte hue. Phir tez, zor-zor se, har dhakke mein Priya ka badan uchal raha tha, uske stan hil rahe the. “Le… le meri jaan… teri chut kitni tight hai, kitni ras-bhari… mmm… raseeli, har dhakke mein mujhe kheench rahi hai.” Priya chila rahi thi, uski awaaz geet si thi. “Haan… aur tez… aaaah… aaaah… Vikram… wahan… ohhh… main aa rahi hoon… paanch aa rahi hai!” Uski chut se ras nikla, garam, geela, Vikram ke lund ko aur chamka diya, jheel ki taraf tapak raha tha. Woh kaanp rahi thi; uska pehli baar aise gehra mehsoos ho raha tha, jaise samundar ki lahar, poora badan hil gaya. Vikram ruka nahin. Usne Priya ko palta diya, doggy style mein, uski gaand upar. Rani dekhti rahi, apni chut sehlaati hui, ungli andar-bahar, apne ras se geeli, nipples ko choote hue, saansein tez. “Ab meri baari,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek garmahat. Woh Vikram par chadh gayi, uski taangein phaari, lund ko haanth mein pakda, topa par ragda apni chut ke muh par. “Dekho kitna taiyar hai yeh… mera raja.” Ek baar mein baith gayi poora andar, uski chut ki deewarein lund ko jakad li. “Ufff… haan… kitna poora mehsoos ho raha… chod mujhe, andar tak.” Vikram ne uske gaand par thappad maara, halka, laal karte hue, “Haan, rani… hil… aur tez, apne hips ghuma.” Rani upar-neeche hui, circle mein ghumayi, uske stan uchal rahe the, nipples sakht jaise chhote phal. “Ahhh… ahhh… haan… phaad do andar… ooooh! Waah, lund… aaaah!” Priya, ab thodi araam se, uthi aur Rani ke nipples ko muh mein liya, choosi, zubaan se chaata, halka sa kaata. Haanth se uski clit ragdi, ungli se circle banate hue. “Haan, Rani didi… tum bhi tadpo mat… yeh geela… kitna tasty.” Rani ka badan kaanpa, “Priya… haan… wahan… ohhh!” Teeno ek saath chillate, jungle ki hawa mein ghul rahe the, saansein ek saath. Vikram ne Rani ko jhatke maare, uski gaand ko dabaya, ungli se uski peeche wali chhed ko chhua. Phir Priya ko wapas bulaya, piche se. “Ab gaand marunga teri… taiyar hai?” Priya dar gayi thoda, lekin uski chut phir se geeli ho gayi. “Haan… lekin dheere… lubricant laga do.” Vikram ne apna lund bahar nikala, Priya ke ras se geela, phir uski gaand par lubricant lagaya, ungli se andar ragda – ek, phir do, dheere se phelate karte hue. “Garam… mazedaar.” Dheere se andar daala, sirf topa pehle. Priya ki saans ruk gayi, “Aaaahhh! Dard… lekin… ohhh… gehra mehsoos ho raha… haan… dheere…” Jab poora andar tha, Vikram ne tezi badhayi, har dhakka ek gehra thrust, Priya ki gaand ki deewaron ko mehsoos karte hue. “Le… le… teri gaand kitni mazedaar hai… tight, phisalti… mmmph!” Priya ab dard bhool gayi, maza le rahi thi, apni chut ko sehlati hui. “Haan… aur… ohhh… Vikram… yeh poora… aaaah!” Rani ne Priya ka muh apni chut par daba diya, taangein phaari. “Chaat mujhe, Priya… haan… zubaan andar daalo… aaaah!” Priya ne chaatna shuru kiya, zubaan se Rani ke honthon ko alag kiya, andar ki geeli jagah ko chaata, ras peeya — meetha, garam, jaise amrit. Rani ka badan hil raha tha, haanth Priya ke baalon mein. Teeno ke moans jungle bhar gaye: “Uhhh… aaaah… haan… cum… ohhh… fuck me… zor se! Yeh taste… yeh touch… sab mila do!” Priya ki zubaan Rani ke andar ja rahi thi, Vikram ki gaand mein thrust – sab ek sulagte hue rhythm mein, hawa mein unki badan ki garmi faili hui. Dusri auratein bhi apne mein khoyi – Sita aur Meera ek dusre ke badan par haanth pher rahi, zubaan se choos rahi, unki saansein mil rahi. Laxmi akeli, lekin apne haathon se, ungliyan andar, nipples ko pinch karte hue. Yeh tha hunting wives ka asli raaz – ek gehri jagah jahaan har sparsh azaadi deta. Aakhir mein, Vikram ne teeno ko saath liya. Usne lund bahar nikala, haanth se hilaya, teeno ke chehron ke paas – garam, kar raha. “Le lo… sabko… yeh tumhare liye.” Maal gira diya – gehra, garam, unke honthon par, gaalon par, chamak raha chandni mein. Priya aur Rani ne chaata, zubaan se, ek dusre ko kiss kiya maal ke saath – geela, namkin taste mil kar. Priya ne mehsoos kiya woh garmi apne muh mein, jaise ek naya janam. Woh teeno let gaye, saansein sambhalte, ek dusre ke badan se lipte, hawa thandi lag rahi. Subah hone lagi, lekin woh raat badal gayi Priya ki zindagi. Ab har shikar raniya ki mehfil mein woh shaamil thi – raaz, tharak, aur gaon ki shanti mein chhupi aag, lekin ab yeh aag tez thi, gehri, har sparsh mein zinda. Mahine guzre, Priya badal gayi. Ab woh khud Rani ko chhedti, uske badan ko raaton mein sapne mein mehsoos karti. Ek baar, agle shikaar mein, baarish ki raat. Boondein gir rahi thin, unke badan par, geela kar rahi.
Priya ne Vikram chooa, “Aaj bahar… baarish ke neeche.” Rani ne haan kaha, “Haan, yeh garmi baarish ke saath…” Woh teeno bahar, ped ke neeche. Priya ne jhuk kar Vikram ka lund muh mein liya – garam, baarish se thanda. Chaata, zubaan se topa ghumaya, balls ko haanth mein liya, sehlaya. “Mmm… kitna garam… baarish ke saath.” Rani ne peeche se Priya ki chut mein ungli daali, do ungliyan, ragadte hue. “Tu bhi geeli… yeh boondein teri skin par… kitni sensual.” Vikram ne Priya ko uthaya, ped ke sahare khada kiya, peeche se andar daala chut mein pehle, phir gaand mein switch. Baarish ki awaaz mein unki cheekhein ghul gayi: “Aah… haan… zor se… yeh geela… ohhh!” Rani niche baithi, chaat rahi – Vikram ke, Priya ke, ras aur baarish mil kar. Climax aaya, Vikram ne bahar nikala, maal baarish mein ghul gaya, zameen par. Yeh silsila chalta raha – kabhi gufa mein, tel se massage, har inch ko sehlana; kabhi circle mein, ek dusre ko taste karna. Priya jaanti thi, yeh sirf sharir nahin, rooh ki aag thi. Aur yeh aag kabhi bujhegi nahin. Lekin jaise shikar raniya ki kahani, yeh bhi ek din khatam hoti, par abhi toh sirf shuruaat thi. ***** Dhanyawad, Jaggz Umeed hai aapko meri kahaani pasand aayi hogi. Jald hi aaunga part 2 ke saath. Messages ke liye mail karein: [email protected]