Mera naam Mohit hai, aur main Ahmedabad ke ek chhote se mohalle mein rehta hoon. Ghar ke bilkul paas, sadak ke kinare ek chhoti si sabzi ki dukaan hai jahan se main har roz sabzi kharidta hoon. Us dukaan ki malik hai ek 40 saal ki aurat, jiska naam hai Shanti. Woh bilkul desi maal hai – moti moti choochiyan, chauda chauda hips, aur ek aisi jawani jo umar ke saath aur bhi garam ho gayi hai.
Uski skin thodi si kali-brown hai, jaise Gujarat ki dhup ne usko perfectly roast kar diya ho. Har roz woh simple cotton saree pehenti hai, jisme uski kamar ki golai aur pet ki halki si chubki saaf dikhati hai. Blouse tight hota hai, jisse uski badi badi choochiyan bahar aane ko betab rehti hain. Jab woh sabzi kaat-ti hai, uske haath mein chhuri chalti hai aur uski baahen ki muscles thodi si tight ho jati hain, bilkul mature aurat wali sex appeal.
Pehle toh sirf transaction hota tha. Main bolta, “Shanti aunty, aaj tomato kitne ke hain?”
Woh muskurati, aankhon mein ek chhupa sa nasha, aur bolti, “Beta Mohit, aaj fresh laaye hain, 40 rupaye kilo. Le lo, ghar mein mummy ko pasand aayenge.”
Uske bolne ka andaaz hi alag tha. Voice thodi si bhari, jaise raat ko bistar par let kar koi aurat apne aashiq se baat kar rahi ho. Main uski dukaan ke saamne khada hota aur uske saree ke pallu se neeche jhukne wali choochiyon ko dekhta.
Kabhi kabhi jab woh jhuk kar sabzi nikaalti, uski deep neckline se cleavage dikhta, do bade bade globes, beech mein ek gehra khadda, jisme paseena chamakta. Main andar hi andar garam ho jata, lund khada hone lagta, par control karta.
Ek din dopahar ka waqt tha. Garmi bahut thi, par barish nahi. Main dukaan par pahuncha. Koi customer nahi tha. Shanti aunty akeli baithi thi, fan ke neeche, aur uski saree ka pallu thoda sa slide ho gaya tha. Uski navel saaf dikh rahi thi, ek chhoti si gehri gadda, jiske around halka sa baal tha.
Main bola, “Aunty, aaj bhindi aur baingan chahiye.”
Woh uthi, aur jhuk kar basket se sabzi lene lagi. Us waqt uski gaand mere saamne thi, gol gol, moti, aur saree ke kapde mein dabki hui. Main sochne laga ki, ‘Is gaand ko haath se pakad kar kitna mazaa aayega.’
Usne sabzi pakdi aur counter par rakh di. Jab paise lene ke liye haath aage badhaya, uski ungliyan mere haath se touch ho gayi. Ek current sa laga.
Usne dekha mere taraf, aankhein thodi si chadh gayi, aur boli, “Mohit beta, aaj bahut garam hai na? Paani pi lo.”
Usne ek glass paani diya. Jab main pi raha tha, woh mere chehre ko ghoor rahi thi. Uske honth thode geele the, aur main notice kiya ki uski saans tez chal rahi hai.
“Beta, tumhara ghar kitna paas hai?” usne pucha.
Main bola, “Sirf 2 minute ki doori.”
Woh hansi, “Achha? Toh kabhi dukaan band kar ke ghar aa jaya karo, help chahiye toh.”
Us din se baat badalne lagi. Har roz main extra der tak dukaan par rukta. Woh mujhe apni zindagi ki baatein batati – pati bahar job pe hai, bachche hostel mein, aur woh akeli rehti hai dukaan ke upar ke chhote se room mein.
“Beta, raat ko neend nahi aati,” woh bolti aur aankh maar deti.
Main samajh gaya ki yeh signal hai. Ek shaam jab main late gaya, dukaan band karne wali thi. Usne mujhe andar bula liya, “Andar aa jao Mohit, bahar dhool hai.”
Main andar ghus gaya. Dukaan ke peeche chhota sa godown tha, jahan sabziyan rakhi hoti thi. Andar thoda andhera, par uski khushboo, fresh bhindi, tamatar, aur Shanti aunty ka paseena, sab mix ho kar ek alag si erotic smell bana rahi thi.
Woh darwaza band kar ke mere paas aayi. “Tumhe pata hai beta, main tumhe roz dekhti hoon. Tumhari nazar meri choochiyon par tikti hai.”
Main sharma gaya par lund already khada tha. Usne mera haath pakda aur apne blouse par rakh diya. “Feel karo, kitni badi hain.”
Mere haath ne uski choochiyon ko dabaya, soft, garam, aur bhari. Nipples already hard the, blouse ke upar se hi mehsoos ho rahe the. Woh saans chhodti hui boli, “Haan beta, aur zor se.”
Main dono haathon se masalne laga. Usne apna pallu khol diya. Saree ka anchal neeche gir gaya. Ab woh sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi. Uski kamar ke around paseena ki boondein chamak rahi thi.
Maine usko godown ki wall se sataya aur uske honthon ko chum liya. Uske lips bade, rasile, aur desi aurat wale the – thoda sa paan ki khushboo. Kiss karte karte meri zubaan uske muh mein ghusi.
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Woh moan karne lagi, “Ummm, Mohit, kitna achha chuste ho.”
Mere haath neeche gaye, petticoat ke andar. Uski choot pe haath rakha – bilkul geeli, garam, aur baal wali. Desi choot ki khushboo aayi – thodi si namkeen, thodi si mithaas. Maine ungli andar daali. Woh hilne lagi, “Ahhh, beta… aur andar… finger fuck karo mujhe.”
Woh khud ne apna petticoat upar kiya aur mujhe neeche baithne ko bola. Main uske taango ke beech baith gaya. Uski choot mere muh ke saamne thi – badi badi lips, andar pink aur ras se bhari. Maine zubaan se chaatna shuru kiya.
Woh tadap uthi, “Haan beta… lick my pussy… choos lo aunty ki choot ko.”
Main zor zor se chaatne laga, clit ko suck karta, aur ungli se andar bahar. Uske hips hilne lage, gaand mere chehre par dabne lagi.
“Ahhh, main jhadne wali hoon, zor se, haan!” Aur woh ek zor ka jhatka de kar jhad gayi. Uska ras mere muh mein aa gaya, garam, salty-sweet.
Ab meri baari thi. Usne mera pant khola aur mera lund bahar nikala. “Wah beta, kitna bada aur mota lund hai tumhara. 40 saal ki aunty ke liye perfect.”
Woh usko haath mein pakad kar hilane lagi, phir muh mein le liya. Uski garam zubaan mere lund ke upar ghumne lagi, balls ko chaat-ti, aur pura lund gale tak andar. Deep throat, bilkul professional desi randi jaisa. Main uske baal pakad kar uske muh mein dhakke marne laga. Woh gurgarati rahi par ruk nahi.
Phir usne mujhe godown ke purane bed par litaya. Dukaan ke upar wala room tha, par neeche hi ek chhota bed rakha tha emergency ke liye. Woh upar chadh gayi. Apni choot mere lund ke upar set ki aur dheere dheere baith gayi.
“Ahhhh, bhar gaya… tumhara lund meri choot ko phaad raha hai beta.”
Woh upar neeche hone lagi – slow aur seductive. Uski badi choochiyan mere muh ke saamne jhool rahi thi. Maine unko pakad kar choosna shuru kiya, nipples ko kaat-ta. Woh speed badhane lagi, “Fuck me hard Mohit… chod do aunty ko… zor zor se.”
Hum dono paseene se tar the. Uske hips ki ‘thap thap’ ki awaaz godown mein goonj rahi thi. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha, uski choot ko andar tak chodta.
Woh chillati, “Haan… aur zor… meri choot phaad do… aaahhh!”
Hum position badle. Maine usko doggy style mein kiya. Uski moti gaand mere saamne thi, gol gol, aur beech mein choot chamak rahi thi. Maine peeche se lund daala aur zor zor se pelne laga.
Uske baal pakad kar, “Le aunty, le meri pelai.”
Woh sirf moan karti, “Haan beta… gaand maar lo… sab kuch do.”
Ek ghanta tak hum chodte rahe. Maine usko missionary mein, cowgirl mein, aur side se bhi choda. Har baar woh nayi tarah se tadapti. Uski choot kitni tight thi umar ke hisaab se, jaise jawan ladki ki.
Jab main jhadne wala tha, usne kaha, “Andar hi daal do beta… aunty ki choot mein bhar do apna maal.”
Main uske andar hi jhad gaya, garam garam shots, ek ke baad ek. Woh bhi saath mein jhad gayi, uski choot mere lund ko squeeze karti hui.
Us din ke baad yeh roz ka silsila ban gaya. Kabhi dukaan band kar ke, kabhi raat ko uske upar ke room mein. Ek din main uske liye surprise laya, ek naya vibrator.
Usne has kar kaha, “Beta, tum toh aunty ko bilkul pagal kar doge.”
Humne usko use kiya. Main uski choot mein lund daal kar, aur vibrator uski clit par. Woh pagalon ki tarah chillayi, “Ahhh, dono se mar rahi hoon, jhad jaungi!” Aur usne itna zor se jhada ki bed geela ho gaya.
Shanti aunty ab sirf sabzi wali nahi rahi; meri personal desi fuck buddy ban gayi. Uske sharir ki har inch main jaanta tha, uski choochiyon ka weight, uski choot ki tightness, uski gaand ki softness.
Kabhi woh saree mein hi chudwati, kabhi nangi. Ek shaam usne mujhe bulaya aur boli, “Aaj special hai beta. Main tumhare liye oil massage karungi.”
Usne mere pura sharir tel se malish ki, phir apni choochiyon se mera lund rub kiya, titty fuck desi style. Phir maine usko oil laga kar uski gaand mein lund daala.
Pehli baar anal – woh dheere dheere let gayi, “Ahhh… pehli baar hai… dheere… haan ab andar… chod do meri gaand ko bhi.”
Hum dono ek dusre ke sharir mein doob gaye the. Uske moans desi Hindi mein, “Beta chod do… aunty ki chut aur gaand dono le lo… tumhara lund hi mera sab kuch hai.”
Main usko har tarah se chodta, kabhi slow seductive, kabhi wild aur tez. Uske nipples ko kaat-ta, uski kamar ko pakad kar dhakke marta, aur har baar andar hi maal bhar deta.
Ek din dopahar mein dukaan par koi nahi tha. Main andar ghus kar usko counter ke peeche ghutno par baitha diya aur lund muh mein daal diya. Woh chus rahi thi jab bahar se koi awaaz aayi. Par hum ruk nahi, usne jaldi se chusa aur main uske muh mein jhad gaya.
Woh pura pi gayi, ek boond bhi nahi chhodi. Phir usne apni choot khol kar mujhe bola, “Ab jaldi se chod do… customer aa sakta hai.”
Main neeche jhuk kar usko counter ke upar litaya aur 5 minute mein chod diya, quickie, par itna intense ki dono ko jhadna pada.
Har roz nayi cheez. Kabhi woh apni purani saree pehen kar roleplay karti, “Main teri biwi hoon beta, aaj ghar mein akeli hoon, chod mujhe.”
Kabhi woh bolti, “Aaj main teri randi hoon, jo marzi kar lo.”
Uske sharir ka har hissa, choochiyan, choot, gaand, navel, even uske paseene ki boondein, sab seductive tha. Main usko kiss karta, chaat-ta, chusta, aur pel-ta. Woh mujhe apni garam saans se, apni geeli choot se, aur apni pyasi aankhon se seduce karti.
Ab hum dono addicted ho gaye hain. Main subah uth kar pehle uski dukaan par jaata hoon, ek chhoti si kiss leta hoon, aur raat ko pura time usko chodta hoon. Uske 40 saal ki jawani ab meri hai, moti choochiyan, chaudi gaand, aur wo rasili desi choot.
Har chodne ke baad woh mere seene par let kar bolti, “Mohit beta, tumne mujhe zinda kar diya. Pehle toh sirf sabzi bechti thi, ab har roz chudti hoon aur khush rehti hoon.”
Yeh kahani sirf shuruaat hai. Har din nayi position, nayi jagah, kabhi dukaan ke peeche, kabhi uske room ki chhat par taaron ke neeche, kabhi mere ghar jab mummy bahar hoti. Shanti aunty ki garam jawani aur mera young lund, perfect match.
Aur yeh sab kuch bilkul original, bilkul desi, bilkul seductive. Har baar jab main usko dekhta hoon, mera lund khada ho jata hai aur woh muskurati hai jaise bol rahi ho, “Aa jao beta, aaj phir se chod lo aunty ko.”