Meri Pyari Varsha Aunty
chuchi, game

Tring… Bell baji aur main besabri se darvaza khulne ka intezaar kar raha tha. Woh chehra na sone deta tha na jaagne aur jab bhi uska khayal aata lund hilana hi padta. Kuch bat hi aisi thi usme. Varsha naam tha uska, meri Varsha Aunty. Varsha ki Umar thi 38 saal. Do bacchon ki maa thi. Ek ka naam Raghav jo 18 saal ka tha aur dusre ka naam Gagan jise sab Gunnu bulate the jo 8 saal ka tha. Uske baccho ki age mein 10 saal ke difference ko leke main kai bar sochta ke iske pati ko 10 saal baad kya tharak machi jo ek aur nikaal diya uski chut se. Khair woh saali thi hi aisa piece. Agar main hota to Gunnu ke baad pata nahi kitne Munnu, Chunnu nikal diye hote uski chut se. Saali ki chut thi ya elastic pata nahi jitna bhi chodo tight hi rehti thi. Yoga karti thi woh running bhi karti thi subah. Par aisa maintained figure maine kisi ka nahi dekha tha us umar mein. 38 saal ki umar mein uski 38 inch ki gaand mere lund ko aisa nichodti ke bas. Uski chuchiyon mein muh daal ke padey rehne ke alawa kuch karney ki himmat hi na bachti. Bula bula ke chut dene lagi thi. Kya se kya ban gayi thi woh aurat. Kai baar to mujhe khud bura feel hota kynki uski is haalat ka zimmedaar main tha. Woh ek gharelu aurat thi ekdum seehhi, pativrata. Magar jabse meri nazron mein padi meri neend haraam ho gayi thi. Maine soch liya tha ke uski gaand ki jagah sirf mere lund par hai. Baithegi woh ek din mere lund pe aur gaand uchaal uchaal ke chudwayegi. Jab uske chutad meri jaanghon se takrayengey to kya sureeli aawaz aayegi thapp thapp ki ye soch kar na jane kitni bar futch futch kar lund khali kiya maine. Magar mujhe use pana tha kisi bhi haal mein. Aur maine soch liya tha ke bas ab aur nahin bahut hua hilana. Ab lund uski chut mein utarna hai kuch bhi karke, kaise bhi. Darwaza khula. Woh saamne thi uske chehrey par vahi hasi thi jise dekh kar lund khada ho jata tha. Pata nahi kisi ki hasi se kese lund khada ho sakta hai kisi ka. Hasi nahi mujhe uske chehre par dard dekhna tha. Woh dard jo randi ki tarah uske baal kheenchte hue main lund par uchaalunga use tab use hoga. Pata nahi kyn lagta tha agar kisi din uski chut mili to pagal hi ho jaunga. Varsha:”Namastey bhai sahab, aaiye aiye. ” Kehte hue usne meri aankhon mein dekha aur jawab mein maine hath fold kiye hue smile kiya.  Papa ke piche piche main bhi namastey karke andar chala gya. Raghav ghar par nahin tha aur Gunnu TV dekh raha tha.  Mere papa kuch bol rahey they jo main sun nahi paya kyunki meri nazar varsha ki gaand par thi. Mere saamne chalte hue lower mein se uske kulhe upar niche hilte dekh lund pant faad ke bahar aane ko tha. Varsha: “Bhai sahab bilkul sahi time pe aaye aap. Gunnu ke papa bhi abhi abhi aaye hain. Aap log baithiye main chai banati hu.” Aur woh fir se chutad matkaati kitchen ki taraf chali gayi.  Gunnu mujhse kch zyada hi ghul mil gaya tha. Par use andaaza bhi nahin tha ki uski maa meri rakhail hai. Meri rakhail, meri umar us waqt 24 saal thi. Varsha ka pati mere papa ka dost tha. Usne apne sapne mein bhi nahin socha hoga ke uski woh biwi jispe use itni ankad thi usko main jab jee chahta rondta tha apne lund ke niche. Aur woh puchti thi, “Fir kab aaogey?” Main bas Varsha ko kitchen mein kaam karte dekh raha tha. Aur beech beech mein uske pati aur mere papa ke beech ke conversation mein baney rehne ke liye bas han mein sar hila deta. Ab rukna mushkil tha. Mujhe uski chut ki gehraaiyon mein utarna tha. Magar kaise? Uska pati ghar par tha. Uska chota beta ghar par tha aur mera bap bhi vahin tha.  Main utha aur kitchen ki taraf jane laga. Mahesh (Varsha ka pati ): “Arey Shaan kya hua?” Me: “Kuch nahi Uncle woh pani leke aata hu.” Mahesh: “To Aunty ko bol de na woh yahin de dengi.” Me: “Nahin main le leta hu uncle.” Varsha boli, “Han Shan main deti hu ruk.” Main kitchen mein phuch chuka tha. Maine dhire se kaha, “Deni to padegi hi tujhe.” Varsha boli. “Shhh.” usne bhi dhire se kaha joki sirf main sun paya.  “Mujhe nahin pata kuch bhi kar jaldi se,” kehte hue main kitchen se bahar nikla gaya. Woh chai lekar aai aur kuch der baith ke sab bat karte rahe. Par woh shayad meri halat samajh chuki thi. Varsha: “Aap log apni baatein karo. Main, Shaan aur Gunnu upar ja rahey hain. Gunnu ko Shaan se English padhni hai. Mujhse to padhta nahi ye naalayak.” Gunnu mere piche ‘bhaiya bhaiya’ karke laga rehta tha. ‘Bhaiya ye kya hota hai, bhaiya woh batado, bhaiya piano sikhado, bhaiya English sikhaado. Aaj pehli bar uski faaltu baatein kisi kaam ayi thi. Magar mission abhi pura nahi hua tha. Ab Gunnu ka kya karein main soch hi raha tha aur hum log uth kar jane lage. Hum log upar pahuche aur Gunnu bhaag kar apni English ki kitaab le aaya. Aur apni teacher ke diye hue remarks dikhaane laga. Wahin main Varsha ki cleavage ko ghoor raha tha. Usne bhi ek nazar book se hata ke meri aur dekha. Who boli, “Ab tum hi sikhao isko. Mujhse to padhna hi nahin chahta ye. Bas kehta hai Shaan Bhaiya se padhunga.” Ab English padhane ke bahane upar aye the to thodi der to usko chutiya banana zaruri tha. Mujhe pata tha niche uske pati ko aur mere papa ko akela rehne diya to thodi der mein unke peg banne chalu ho hi jayenge. Aur fir woh log chahe do do peg hi peeyein unki baatein bahut lambi chalengi. To time kafi tha hamare pas bas ek musibat thi, Gunnu. Gunnu ka dhyaan niche kitab mein tha aur maine Varsha ki taraf dekha aur theek usi waqt usne bhi upar dekha. Main bas uski aankhon mein dekhta raha kuch nahi kaha aur woh samajh gayi. Varsha: “Acha Gunnu game khelna hai?” Gunnu: “Han Mumma Uno khelte hain.” Varsha: “Nahin woh to boring game hai,kuch aur,kuch interesting.” Gunnu:”To ludo?” Varsha: “Arey nahi baba. Chalo Hide and seek khelte hain.” Gunnu: “Han Mumma maza aayega.” Varsha: “To chalo pehle kaun dhundega?” Me: “Main dhundta hun aap log chupo.” Gunnu: “Theek hai bhaiya. ” Main bahar gaya aur ek minute baad andar aaya to andar ka nazara badal chuka tha.