Bus Mein Gangbang – Part 1

Aadab dosto! Mera naam Zainab hai. Main 29 saal ki Muslim mahila hu aur Bhopal mein apne pati Imran ke sath rehti hu. Ye kahani aaj se karib 1 saal pehle hui ghatna ki hai. Jisne meri zindagi badal ke rakh di hai. Umeed karti hu ishe padhte hue aap sab ka lauda ras chhod dega.

Guzarish karti hu ki aap apne laude ko sehlate hue isse padhe taki anand pura mile. Kahani shuru karne se pehle shayad aapko mere jism ke baare mein batana zaruri hai. Mera sharir makhan ki tarah narm aur doodh jitna gora hai. Meri chuchiyan 36 ki hai.

Bohut hi jyada bari aur ekdum sidhi jis wajah se har koi unke didaar karta zarur hai. Aur ye khwayish rakhta hai ki unhe apne hatho mein le paye. Meri gaand 34 hi hai aur kaafi ubhar hai. Aakhri lekin sabse zaruri meri chut gulabi hai aur humesha shave ki hui rehti hai.

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Kahani us din ki hai jab main aur Imran mere relatives ke ghar se wapas aa rahe the. Us samay humara jhagda hua tha aur hum dono ek dusre se ghusse mein the. Imran se maine love marriage kiya tha ghar walo ke against jakar. Socha tha baad mein jakar woh sambhal jayega aur hum khush rahenge.

Lekin usse abtak naukari nahi lagi thi aur ghar mere kamai pe chal raha tha. Woh bilkul nikamma tha. Paiso ki kami ke karan main ek battar si zindagi ji rahi thi apne khwaisho ko dabate hue. Rishtedaro ke samne kafi sharminda hote the. Ye sab kafi nahi tha ki ek dusra dukh meri zindagi mein aa chuka tha.

Shaadi ke baad pata chala ki Imran sexually kamzor hai. Unka lund chota sa hai aur woh bohut jaldi ras chhod deta tha. Main sexually bhi bohut unsatisfied thi. Imran ko bura na lage bas isliye usse kuch bolti bhi nahi thi. Bas humesha apne kismat pe roti thi.

Baki saheliyo ke sath jab sex life ki baatein hoti to jhuthi kahaniyan banati thi aur andar hi andar bohut jalti thi unki baaton se. Kabhi kabhi man karta tha sab kuch chhod kar naye se ghar basalu. Lekin kabhi himmat nahi hui. Chut ki pyas aisi ban gayi thi ki pehle jab koi paraya mard chuta to ghussa aata tha.

Lekin ab ek ajib si jhanjhanahat hoti kisi ke chhune pe aur man karta koi puri tarah masal de mujhe. Khair, main sarif hu. Koi randi to nahi ki aise pyaas bujhalu apni.

To hum us din laut rahe the mere bhaijan ke ghar se unke beti ke birthday mein shamil hokar. Waha bhi Imran ke berozgaari ke karan mujhe zillat ka samna karna pada. Hum sab mehmano mein sabse garib aur dukhi the. Imran ko maine kuch logo ke samne suna bhi diya jis wajah se woh ghussa ho gaya.

Jab raat ko usne sex karne ki koshish ki to maine usse dhakka de diya. Aur pata nahi kaise maine bol diya. “Mard jaisa kuch hai bhi tum mein jo chodne aaye ho. Na kamai se. Na chudai se khush kar pate ho.” Ye sunkar woh aag babula ho gaya aur mujhe thappar maar diya.

Main bhi ghusse mein thi lekin ghussa daba liya warna tamasha ho jata. Birthday se nikalte waqt sab jab apni car mein jaa rahe the. Tab bhaijaan ne hume apni car le jane ko kaha. Lekin maine turant mana kar diya aur kaha. “Jaisi hasiyat hai waise hi jiyenge bhaijaan. Hum bus se chale jayenge.”

Hum paidal bus-stop tak gaye. Kuch buses guzre lekin bheed bohut thi sabme to hum nahi chdrhe. Lekin baad mein mausam kharab hone laga aur barish kabhi bhi ho sakti thi. To hume majburan ek bus mein chadna pada. Hum jahan khade hue. Wahi bethe do log us bus-stop par utar gaye.

To bheed hone ke bawajut hume seat mil gaya. Imran window ki or betha mujhse muh ghuma kar. Main khayalon mein bas kho gayi uske baad. Sochne lagi ki is tarah ki zindagi kya mujhe umar bhar jini hogi. Eisehi khayalon mein dube hue mujhe hosh tab aaya jab mujhe logo se halke-phulke dhakke lag rahe the.

Mere baju mein mardo ki bheed thi. Bus mein kaafi bheed ho chuka tha. Maine mehsus kiya ki mere left kaan kisi ke ungliyo se touch ho rahi thi. Maine palat ke dekha ki bagal mein khade ek aadmi ka hath tha. Kher maine kuch nahi bola. Bheed mein kya kare ab? Yuhi khidki ke baahar dekhne lagi.

Raat ki khubsurati aur baarish bohut aakarshak lag raha tha. Tabhi mere bagal mein khada aadmi dusre yatri ke liye jagah banate hue thoda sidha ho liya. Jisse abtak uski tange mere bahon mein lag rahi thi. Lekin ab sidha uska khas hissa mere baahon se ja chipka.

Mujhe laga shayad usse iska ehsaas nahi hua hai aur pata chalte hi woh piche ho jayega. Mujhe kuch feel bhi nahi ho raha tha waise. To main bahar dekhne lagi. Mere baahon pe uska jor badh gaya tha. Aur woh aadmi apne is awastha mein bana raha. Mujhe bada ajib laga. Lekin maine kuch bhi bolna sahi nahi samajha.

Samay jaise jaise beet ta gaya waise waise mujhe uska lauda jyada acche se mehsus hone laga. Mujhe shaq hua to maine upar mudke dekha. Woh aadmi bahar ki or aise dekh raha tha maano niche jo halchal ho rahi hai uska usse koi ehsaas nahi.

Wahin uske baju khada dusra ladka thik mere baahon pe dekh raha tha jahan lund chu raha tha. Mujhe agle pal samajh aane laga kya ho raha hai. Mujhe 3 mard chuu rahe the. Ek jo mere kaano ko sehla raha tha. Dusra jisne apna lauda mujhse laga rakha tha.

Aur teesra jisse maine meri taraf dekhte dekha. Woh niche apna per mere pero se chipkaye hue tha. Ye sab saiyog nahi ho sakta. Ye teeno jaan bhujh kar mere maze lene ki kosish kar rahe the. Mujhe ghussa aana tha. Teeno pe chilana tha. Par aaj pata nahi kyu main chup thi.

Dheere dheere jo luli thi woh phul kar lauda ban chuka tha. Aur mere samne ek tambu ban gaya tha uske pant mein. Jiska sparsh mujhe saaf mil raha tha. Maine itna bada lauda haqiqat mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Main teerchi nazro se sari halchal dekh rahi thi.

Track pant hone ke karan uske lund ka ubhaar aur aakaar saaf dikh raha tha. Maine jab dusre aadmi ki tarah dekha to woh mujhe lund ke didar karte hue hi dekh raha tha. Peeche khade teesre ne ab apna hath aur karib kar liya tha. Mere gale aur kaano ko chu raha tha lund ka dabav.

Sarir se chuta ek mard ka hath aur nangi tango pe dusre mard ki garm hairy taange – uff main khud ko sambhale nahi sambhal pa rahi thi. Isme to koi shaq nahi tha ki ye teen mere maze le rahe the. Dimaag mein bus itna tha ki agle pal kya hoga aur ye kya kuch karenge. Imran ki taraph ghumke dekha to woh soh chuka tha. Un teeno ki tarah main bhi anjaan bani rahi aur jo ho raha tha hone diya.

Barish ke karan thand lagne lagi thi ab. Main toh waise bhi skirt aur top mein thi to bilkul shikur rahi thi. Un mardo ka garm sparsh mujhe pagal kar raha tha. Maine ek baar phir upar dekha. Bus mein itni bheed ho chuki thi ki khade hue logo ko gala ghumane tak ki jagah nahi thi.

Aur ye teeno ab sidha mujhe dekh rahe the – shayad mere chehre ke bhawo ko ya shayad mere chuchiyo ko. Mujh pe chaayi madhoshi mujhe bekabu kar rahi thi. Aur maine apne hatho ko apne baahon pe pherte hue aise dikhane ki koshish ki jaise mujhe kitni jyada thand lag rahi hai.

Aur aise hath pherte pherte upar leke chali gayi. Aur mere baahon ka woh hissa maine apni right hath se chuu liya jahan lund chipka hua tha. Maine aise behave kiya jaise mujhe malum hi nahi woh kya hai. Aur apne hath us hisse mein pherti rahi 3-4 baar.

Mujhe kamaal ka laga – itni der mein pehli baar maine apni taraf se ek kadam badhaya tha. Aur lund ka sparsh se mere andar ki chingari ab aag ban chuki thi. Aur ye aag to mujhe bujhani hi thi. Par kaise?

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