Ye baat ek chhote se Indian gaon ki hai, jahan har ghar ke beech chhoti si deewarein aur badi si dosti hoti thi. Main, Vikram, apne dost Ajay ke ghar aksar jaya karta tha. Ajay mera bhai jaisa tha, par uski behen Riya – uff, woh ek alag hi kahani thi. Riya 22 saal ki thi, uske chuche tight blouse mein aise ubhre hue ki koi bhi mard apni havas ko rok na paye. Uski gaand jeans mein itni mast lagti thi ki dil karta tha bas daboch lu. Par main apne dost ka wafadar tha, isliye dil mein chhupi havas ko daba ke rakhta tha.

Riya mujhe hamesha tease karti thi. Kabhi apne dupatte se chuche chhupati, kabhi meri taraf gaand matka ke chalti. Ek din Ajay ghar par nahi tha, aur main uske ghar kuch books lene gaya. Darwaza Riya ne khola, aur usne kaha, “Vikram bhaiya, andar aao na, thodi der baitho.” Uske “bhaiya” bolne mein ek ajeeb si masti thi, jo meri pant mein lauda ko khada kar gayi.

Ghar ke drawing room mein baithte hi Riya mere liye paani layi. Jab woh jhuki, toh uske blouse se chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikha. Main apni nazar hata nahi paya. Woh hasi aur boli, “Kya dekh rahe ho, Vikram bhaiya? Kuch chahiye kya?” Uske honthon ki smile aur aankhon ki chamak ne meri havas ko aur bhadka diya. Maine kaha, “Riya, tu bhi na, bada satati hai.” Woh mere paas baith gayi, aur apne haath se meri thigh par halka sa touch kiya.

“Bhaiya, main toh bas mazak karti hu, par tum toh serious ho jate ho,” usne kaha aur apne baal peeche kiye, jisse uski neck aur chuche aur bhi sexy lage. Main bola, “Riya, agar Ajay na hota toh tujhe batata ki main kitna serious hu.” Woh zor se hasi aur boli, “Toh abhi kyun nahi batate? Ajay toh shaam tak nahi aayega.” Yeh sunte hi mera lauda pant mein uchalne laga.

Riya uthi aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. Uski gaand ka har step mere dil mein aag laga raha tha. Main bhi peeche chala gaya. Kitchen mein woh chai bana rahi thi, par uska dhyan chai pe kam, mujh par zyada tha. Maine uske paas jakar kaha, “Riya, tu aise kyun mujhe pareshan karti hai?” Woh palti aur boli, “Pareshan nahi, main toh tumhari havas jagati hu, Vikram.”

Usne apna dupatta neeche giraya, aur uske chuche blouse mein aise dikh rahe the jaise mujhe bula rahe hon. Maine apna haath uski kamar par rakha aur kaha, “Riya, yeh galat hai.” Par woh boli, “Galat tab hota jab tum meri chut ko na chahte, par ab toh tumhara lauda bol raha hai ki tumhe yeh chahiye.” Yeh sunte hi maine usko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye.

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Riya ke honth rasile the, aur uski saansein garam. Maine uske chuche blouse ke upar se dabaye aur woh siskari bharne lagi, “Ahhh… Vikram, zor se dabao na.” Maine uska blouse khol diya aur uske nange chuche mere saamne the – gore, tight, aur nipples ekdum kaale aur khade hue. Main unhe muh mein liya aur chusne laga. Riya boli, “Ohhh… chuso meri chuche ko, Vikram, pura kha jao.”

Maine uski jeans utari aur uski chut par haath fera. Woh gili ho chuki thi. Riya ne meri pant kholi aur mera lauda haath mein pakad ke boli, “Uff, kitna bada lauda hai tera, Vikram. Yeh toh meri chut ko faad dega.” Maine usko kitchen slab par bithaya aur uski chut mein ungli daali. Woh chikh padi, “Ahhh… Vikram, chodo mujhe ab, raha nahi jata.”

Maine apna lauda uski chut par rakha aur ek dhakka mara. Woh chillayi, “Ohhh maaa… kitna mota hai, dard ho raha hai par mazaa bhi aa raha hai.” Main usko zor zor se chodne laga, aur har dhakke ke saath uski gaand slab par bajti thi. “Chodo mujhe, Vikram, aur zor se,” woh bolti rahi.

Kitchen ke baad hum bedroom mein gaye. Riya nangi mere saamne let gayi aur boli, “Ab meri gaand bhi maro, Vikram. Mujhe pura maza do.” Maine usko ghodi banaya aur uski gaand par thook lagaya. Mera lauda uski tight gaand mein ghusaya toh woh chillayi, “Ahhh… dhire se, par mat rukna.” Main uski gaand marne laga aur woh bolti rahi, “Ohhh… kitna mazaa hai, chodo mujhe, faad do meri gaand.”

Uske baad maine usko missionary mein liya. Uski chut ab bhi gili thi, aur mera lauda usme aise ghus raha tha jaise koi piston. Riya siskari bhar rahi thi, “Ummm… Vikram, meri chut ko aur chodo, pura andar tak daal do.” Maine uske pairo ko apne kandhe par rakha aur zor zor se dhakke mare. Har dhakke ke saath uske chuche uchal rahe the, aur woh bol rahi thi, “Ahhh… chodo mujhe, mat rukna.”

Raat bhar humne alag alag positions try kiye. Riya ne mujhe cowgirl mein choda, apni gaand uchal uchal ke mera lauda apni chut mein liya. Woh bolti rahi, “Ohhh… Vikram, tera lauda meri chut ka raja hai.” Phir maine usko doggy style mein choda, uski gaand par thappad marte hue. “Ummm… zor se maro, Vikram,” woh chillati rahi.

Subah hone tak hum thak gaye the, par havas abhi bhi baaki thi. Riya ne mera lauda muh mein liya aur chusne lagi. “Ahhh… Riya, tu kitni sexy hai,” maine kaha jab woh mera pura lauda apne gale tak le gayi. Aakhir mein main uski chut mein jhad gaya, aur woh boli, “Vikram, yeh Dost Ki Behen Ki Kahani kabhi khatam mat karna.”

Us din ke baad Riya aur main jab bhi mauka milta, chudai karte. Ajay ko kabhi shak nahi hua, par Dost Ki Behen Ki Kahani har baar naye rang lekar aati thi. Riya ki chut, gaand, aur chuche meri havas ke liye bane the, aur main usko har baar naye tareeke se chodta tha. Yeh kahani ek aisi havas ki aag thi jo kabhi nahi bujhti.