Didi ki chuchi – Part 2

Hello doston, aaj main aapke samne meri story ki part 2 leke aaya hun. Agar aapne part 1 nahi padha aur enjoy kiya hain to part 1 padhiye aur enjoy kijiye.

To doston, aap ko to pata hi hain ki kaise meri bholi si Didi jo ki kapde badalne ke liye bathroom jati thi. Aur hamesha sharmati thi. Chadti jawani ke sath uski badan ki khujli badh gayi. Aur wo ek raand jaise apne hi bhai ke samne bina bra phene ghumne lag gayi thi, aur apni badi gore gore aur mulayam chuchi ko sahlake apni hawas pura karne lagi thi.

Ab main aapko kahani ko aage badhata hun. Aur iss baar main apne pure literary genius use karke iss ko likh raha hun take aapko bohat zyada maza aaye isko padhne mein aur aap bhi meri Didi ko chodne ki khwaish karenge.

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Didi ab roz mere samne bra utar ke kabhi sirf tight chudidar salwar, to kabhi tight shorts mein rehti thi. Aur main bhi sirf shorts mein hi rehta tha room pe. Ek athlete hone ke naate, mere body kafi kashila aur shakt tha.

Hum dono jante the ki jo harkate hum kar rahe hain (Didi ke bina bra ke chuchi dikhate huwe room pe ghumna, aur mera khada lund ke sath aaram se ghumna), ye agar bahar aa gayi to hamari bohat badnami hogi.

Magar ye jawani bhi bohat ajeeb hoti hain. Kaise insaan ko andar se badal deti hain. Mujhe meri Didi se pata chala ki, jism aur badan ki pyaas ke samne ye rishte naate kuch mayine nahi rakhte.

Jaise meri Didi ko jawani chad rahi thi, aur usko apni badan ke sath khelna, aur apni sexy badan ko sabke samne dikhane ki pyaas badh rahi thi. Jaise mere lund ko bas ek ladki ki badan se matlab tha, chahe wo apni hi rishtedaari mein kyu na ho.

Waise hi, meri Didi ki chut ko bhi bas ek mard ka shakt sharir aur khada huwa lund ki zaroorat thi. Chahe wo apne hi bhai ka badan kyu na ho.

Chahe galat ho ya sahi, hum dono to apne apne jawani ke nashe mein ek dusre ko badan dikhake aur dekhke khush the.

Meri Didi bhi ab to puri randi jaisi ho chuki thi jawani ke nashe mein. Roz bra utarna aur apne bade bade chuchi ke sath khelna uska kaam ho chuka tha. Aur usko ye sab karte huwe chup chup ke dekhna mera kaam.

Meri Didi ek poet bhi thi. College ki poetry competitions pe usne bohat award mile the. Aur wo hamesha bina bra ke ek hath se apne chuchi ko sahlate huwe, dusri haath se apne kuch likhti rehti thi. Jab bhi main padhne ki koshish karta to wo usko chupa leti thi.

Hum dono ek dusre ki badan ke sath khelna chahte the lekin ek sheeshe ki diwar thi hamare bich jisko tod pana mushkil tha.

Bohat time tak ye silsila chalta raha. Didi ka roz apne bra utar ke rehna. Ab to wo bina bra ke hi khana banati thi. Chut ki khujli badne ke karan, ab wo aur tight salwar pehenne lagi thi jisme uski 36 ki gaand puri tarah se dikhe. Jab wo chalti thi, tab aisa lagta tha ki bas ghus jau uski gaand mein.

Jis din mera bed ke uper sone ka routine hota tha, usko pata tha ki bed ke uper se main uski gaand ko dekhke hilata hun. Ab to wo aur tight salwar aur bina bra ke sone lagi thi. Jab pet ke bal soti thi to uski gaand aisa lagta tha ki Mount. Everest jaise uper uthe hain.

Hamara attached bathroom tha. Aur ab wo nahake aane ke baad, sirf body ke niche hisse mein towel bandh ti thi, jaise mard karte the. Aur towel mein usko phuli huwi gaand bohat mast lagte the.

Magar baat itne mein hi ruk jaa rahi thi. Na to Didi chuchi se aage badh ke apni salwar bhi utar ke mere samne nanga ho rahi thi, na hi main apne shorts utar ke usko apna shakt lund ka darshan karwa paa raha tha.

Karib karib 6-7 mahina ke baad, ek din, wo din subh ghadi bhi aake gayi, jis din mujhe apni Didi ki puri badan ke darshan ho gaye.

Hamara room second floor pe tha. Aur uper jane ki sidhi iron ki thi. August ka mahina tha aur barish bohat tej ho ti thi. Zyada barish ki vajah se sidhi mein kaai jam gayi thi.

Ek din Didi college se wapas aate time sidhi se gir gayi. Bas, 2nd step hi thi ki uska pair fisla aur wo apne gaand ke bal niche gir gayi.

Usne kaise kaise kar ke uper aayi aur mujhe boli, “Aman, main to sidhi se gir gayi.”

Main: “Kaise Didi? Tum ko lagi to nahi?”

Didi: “Haan… lagi na…”

Main: Kaha?

Didi thoda jhijhak ke: “Wo piche lagi mujhe.”

Main: “Piche matlab? Peeth pe?”

Didi: “Nahi, peeth pe nahi. Wo piche.”

Main: “Didi, batao na. Piche matlab, kaha?”

Usne ghum ke mujhe dikhayi. To uske kameez ka hissa, jo piche gaand ko dhakti thi, waha pe bheega huwa tha aur kai lag gayi thi.

Main samajh gaya tha ki Didi ki gaand pe chot lagi hain.

Main: “Oooo. Waha laga hain. Zyada dard to nahi Didi?”

Didi: “Nahi, thoda sa hain. Thik ho jayega.”

Uss din Didi ne apni kameez bhi nahi utara mere samne. Naye kapda leke sidhe bathroom mein chali gayi. Aur nahake nayi kapde pehen ke hi bahar nikal gayi.

Mujhe bata tha ki usne apne kai lagi huwi salwar aur panty bathroom mein hi chod di hain. To main bathroom mein jake uski panty sungh ke aur hilake apne mann ko shaant kiya.

Mujhe laga ki baat wohi pe khatam ho chuki hain.

Lekin agle din Didi mere uthne tak bhi nahi uthi thi.

Maine Didi ko uthaya aur bola: “Didi utho. College nahi jana?”

Didi: “Nahi. Mere piche bohat dard kar raha hain. Kal gir gayi thi to uska dard aaj ho raha hain.”

Main: “Zyada hi dard hain, kya, Didi? Painkiller khaogi?”

Didi: “Nahi, painkiller nahi khana chahiye har cheez ke liye.”

Main: “To kya karogi? Kaise thik hoga?”

Didi: “Agar acche se Iodex ya Moov lagake massage karenge to thik hoga.”

Ye sunte hi mere mann mein laddu phoot ne lag gaye the. Mujhe apni Didi ki bade bade gaand ko massage karne ki khwaish bunne laga.

Main (Didi ki aakho mein dekhkar): “To kab karna hain massage?”

Didi: “Pagal hain kya? Apne bhai se thodi aisi jagah massage karwaungi main.”

Main: “To aur kon kardega?”

Didi thoda sochne lagi.

Didi: “Haan… waise aur koi to hain nahi. Phir bhi, apne bhai se apne back ko massage karwana… thoda galat hain.”

Main mann hi mann soch raha tha ki, “Ae meri Didi… tum apne bhai ko apni chuchi ka darshan deti ho. Aur apne bhai ke khade lund ko dekh ke khush ho jati ho. Puri randi jaisi byabhar karti ho. Aur abhi savitri bann rahi ho?”

Main: “To kya dard mein hi rehna hain Didi?”

Didi: “Nahi. Dard bohat hain. Main seh nahi paungi.”

Main: “To main kardeta hun. Aaram milega.”

Didi ne thoda socha.

Mujhe pata tha hi ye raand sochne ki natak kar rahi hain. Aur usko bhi mere se apni gaand marwani hain.

Didi: “Thik hain.”

Main: “Abhi karna hain ki baad mein?”

Didi: “Mujhe thoda fresh hone de. Uske baad.”

Jab tak Didi fresh hone bathroom mein chali gayi, tab tak mera to ye soch ke hi lund khada ho chuka tha ki, “Main apni Didi ki wo gaand ko chune wala hun jisko dekhke pure mohalle ke ladke, buddhe aur kutte bhi iske piche chalte the iski gaand ko sunghne ke liye.”

Jab Didi bathroom se bahar aayi, to usne pehle jaise hi towel bandha tha apne badan mein. Uski chuchi puri nangi thi aur bheegi huwi thi.

Usko dekh ke mujhe pata chala ki iss raand ki bhi puri planning hain ye sab karne ki. Ab to mujhe shaq hone laga ki, “Kya sach mein ye sidhi se fisalke giri thi, ya bas apni jawani ki pyaas bujhane aur apne bhai ki haathon apne badan ko masalwane ke liye kar rahi hain?”

Aur Didi mujhse kuch bole bina hi bed pe pet ke bal apni gaand ko uper karke let gayi. Aur boli, “Ja… jake Moov leke aa… Aur thoda sa tel bhi leke aana…”

Maine Moov aur bohat saara tel leke aaya.

Didi ne towel lapke hi let gayi thi.

Main: “Didi, ye towel to hatado.”

Didi apne gaand ko uper uthate huwe boli, “To khud hatade na…”

Maine jab uski towel hataya to mujhe laga jannat ki darshan ho gayi hain.

Badi aur bohat mulayam gaand. Puri gori aur uske right ass cheek pe ek kaala til bhi tha.

Ab meri Didi mere samne puri nangi leti huwi thi. Mera lund taan ke pure shorts ko bhi uper utha raha tha.

Jis nazare ko main dekhne ke liye tarash raha tha, wo mere samne tha. Meri 22 saal ki jawan Didi, apni pura nagna ko mere samne shoup rahi thi. Uski badan jisko dekhne ke liye bohat saare ladke tadap rahi the, wo mujhe aasani se dikha rahi thi.

Abhi abhi nahake nikle huwi meri Didi. Uske badan se ek khushbu aa rahi thi. Main apne naak ko nazdeek le jaake uske gaand ko sungha.

Didi ko pata chal gaya ki maine uski gaand ko sungha.

Didi: “Kitne saalo ki khwaish thi ye karne ki teri?”

Main (thoda sharma te huwe): “Bas, jab se aapki badan mein jawani chadne lagi, tab se.”

Didi (haste huwe): “Accha. Meri badan mein to saalo se jawani chad rahi hain. Sama nahi rahi hain mujhme… ye jawani ka nasha.”

Main: “Kya aapke andar bhi utni hi pyaas hain jitni mere andar hain?”

Ab main Didi ki gaand mein tel ki ek do bundh dalne lag gaya tha. Didi thodi siskiya lene lagi thi.

Didi: “Tere andar kitni pyaas hain, mujhe nahi pata. Par mere andar mardo ki badan ki itni pyaas hain, ki lagta hain duniya bhar ke mard ko apne andar sama sakti hun.”

Main (haste huwe): “Didi, tum to kabita bolne lagi.”

Ab main halke halke Didi ki gaand ko sahlane lag gaya.

Didi: “Jab dono legs ke bich ki jagah mein khujli badhti hain na, to sab kabi bann jate hain.”

Main: “Uss jagah ka naam to bolo, Didi.”

Didi (haste huwe): “Apni Didi se ye sab bulwaye ga tu?”

Main: “Aap wo sab dikha sakti ho, lekin bol nahi sakti?”

Didi: “Haan… bol sakti hun na. Dono legs ke bich ki jagah ko chut bolte hain, jo mere paas hain.”

Main: “Aur jo mere dono legs ke bich mein hain, usko kya bolte hain?”

Didi: “Kyu? Tujhe nahi pata?”

Main: “Pata hain. Par aapke muh se sunna pasand hain.”

Didi: “Accha… to sunn. Jo ladko ke dono legs ke bich mein hota hain, usko lund bolte hain. Aur jab wohi lund shakt hoke khada ho jata hain, tab usko main jaadu ki chhadi bolti hun.”

Main (haste huwe): “Jaadu ki chhadi? Aisa kyu?”

Didi: “Kyu ki wo jaadu ki chhadi jab khada hoke ek snake ki tarah meri mulayam chut mein ghus jata hain, to mujhe jannat ki darshan hote hain.”

Main: “Kabhi koi jaadu ki chhadi apki chut mein ghusi hain kya?”

Didi: “Abhi tak to nahi. Bas intezaar hain, koi mota sa aur kaala sa lund ka, jo aake meri chut faadke mujhe bekabu karke chode.”

Main: “To, kya intezaar khatam karne ka mann hain?”

Didi: “Mann to jab se chut mein baal ugne lage, tab se hain, ki koi rajkumar aake mere jhadi ko kaat ke meri chut ki pyaas ko bhujhaye.”

Main: “Kya wo rajkumar main bann sakta hun?”

Didi kuch nahi boli.

Main: “Aaj tak tumhari garmi se bhari huwi chut ko kaise shant karti thi?”

Didi: “Iss ghar mein aisa koi cheez nahi hoga jo mere chut ke andar nahi gaya hoga.”

Main bohat excited ho raha tha. Meri Didi mere samne nange hoke apni chut ke baare main khulke baat kar rahi thi.

Main: “Jaise ki?”

Didi: “Jaise ki tera tooth brush. Torch light. Jhadu ka piche wala hissa. Tera pen. Sab kuch.”

Main: “Itni pyaasi hain tumhari chut?”

Didi: “Pyas ki to baat hi nahi kar tu. 24 ghante gili rehti hain meri chut. Meri mumme hamesha iss intezaar mein rehte the ki kab koi mard apne bade aur rough haat se meri mumme ko dabaye, aur usko muh mein bharde. Meri jeeb ko duniya ki koi bhi pakwan dedo, lekin isko ek mota lund ka namkeen paani ka hi swad leni hain hamesha.”

Main bohat excited ho raha tha. Mujhe pata tha ki Didi ki chut mein garmi bohat thi, lekin wo iss tarah se iska bayan karegi.

Ab maine Didi ki gaand ka massage apne jeeb se karna shuru kar diya tha. Main bekabu hoke Didi ki gaand ko chaat raha tha.

Main: “Tum to poet ho Didi.”

Didi: “Lund ka pyaas hain, bas.”

Main: “Kuch batao… aapko lund kaisa lagta hain?”

Didi: “Uff! Kya puch liya? Lund… duniya ka sabse sundar cheez hain, lund. Ek mard ki hawas ka prateek hain lund. Aur jab wo lund khada ho ke mere samne aata hain, to lagta hain ki uss lund ke siwaye aur kuch nahi hain duniya mein.”

Main: “Agar main aapko mera lund dun to kya karna chahogi?”

Didi: “Apni pyaas bujhaungi. Usko har tareeke se apne andar dalungi. Aakhon se jab tak ji na bhare dekhungi. Lund ka shape. Usme lagte nas aur bada sa topa. Usko naak se sunghungi. Lund ki khushbu ko apne andar sama lungi. Aur chatungi. Itni der tak chatungi ki jab tak mujhe tripti nahi mile…

Main: “Aur chudai?”

Didi: “Jab apne face pe ragad ke jii bhar jaye, aur lund ke niche ke do gote ko chus chus ke ji bhar jaye, tab baari aaye gi wo milan ki jiski vajah se duniya kayam hain. Wo hain chut aur lund ki milan.”

Main: “Uff… Didi… Tum to sach main lund ke upar kitaab likh dogi.”

Didi: “Jake meri diary dekh. Roz lund ke sapne mein khoke likhti hun.”

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To doston, kaisi lagi meri poet Didi ki lund ke baare main ki gayi byakhya?

Next part mein, main aapko meri hawas se bhari huwi randi Didi ki diary ki kuch lund aur sex ke uper likhi gayi kabitayan leke aaunga.

Aur usse agle part mein kaise meri Didi apne hawas ki vajah se sirf meri nahi, mere doston ke bhi randi bann jayegi, ye bataunga.

Aapko ye story kaisi lagi, uske liye agar aapko feedback dena hain to de sakte hain.

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