Hum dono bus deep smooch pe deep smooch aur humping pe humping kiye ja rahe the. Toh uss ultra hot rolling and humping mein aadhe ghante ki karib bita hoga shayad. Lekin ham jhadne se toh kaafi door the, tab sadhujee ne meri kamar pe bandhi dhoti ki ganth chhod di.
Ye naubat kaise ayi jan ne ke liye padhiye iske pehle parts.
Sadhu Ke Sang Swarg Ki Dagar – Part 1
Sadhu Ke Sang Swarg Ki Dagar – Part 2
Sadhu Ke Sang Swarg Ki Dagar – Part 3
Sadhu Ke Sang Swarg Ki Dagar – Part 4
Fir woh apne ghutno par aaye aur apna precum ugalta lund mere sir par mandrane lage. Maine jab unki or confusion se dekha toh baba bole, “Itni lambi purva krida ke paschyat jab hamare badan ek-dusre mein poori tarah ghul gaye hai. Toh ab samay ho raha hai kaamkrida ke agle charan ka!”
Aur fir babaji apne hi lund ko masage karte aage bola, “Aao vats. Hamare samaksh ghutno pe apni pith dhar kar khade ho jao. Taki hamara ye divya ling tumhari guda ke gufao mein sair ka anand prapt kar sake!” Toh main unka kaha mante hue apne ghutno pe khada.
Lekin ulte hone ki bajae sadhujee ke face-toh-face aaya aur bola, “Babaji. Ling toh hamara bhi utsuk hai. Sadhu ki uss tang guda dwar ko chirte hue bhitari gufao ki sair ka anand le!” Aur fir maine aage jakar chhati se chhati milai aur apne hatho se sadhu ki gaand ko dabaya.
Fir bola, “Toh aao sanyasi. Apni ye gaand sansari ling ke hawale kar do!” Us par babaje ek badi si kamini muskan dete hue ek kadam piche hatkar bole, “ye toh duvidha ho gayi vats! Ham sanyasi hote hue bhi mard pehle hai. Toh ham aise hi toh kisi naujawan anusikhiye ko apni guda ka hawala nahi saunp sakte.”
Aur fir apna ‘khazana’ sehlate hue katai hawaskhor andaz mein aage bole, “Iska bhi ek upay hai! Agar tumhara badan thaka na ho toh!” Maine babaji ke nazdik jakar apne lund ko bina chue hi uchalkar unke akhroto ko thapki lagayi.
Aur attitude bhare nashile andaz mein bola, “Are aise kaise thak jaenge babaji. Abhi toh ham naujawan hai. Abhi toh kai aur ghanto ka indhan bacha hai inn jangho mein. Jangho bich rehte ye sheshnag mein!” Aur fir ankh marte hue bola “Aap nishchint hokar apna upay bataiye!”
Halaki mujhe pata hi tha ki woh ‘upay’ kya hai, mein bus unke mukh se sun na chahta tha. Sadhujee bhi impressed ho gaye. Fir thik meri tarah unhone bhi apne lund ko jhatka dekar mere balls ko thapki lagayi. Fir bola, “Behtar hai vats!” Aur fir nazdik aakar meri gando ko apne mazboot hatho mein tatola.
Woh bole, “Ab kyunki ye takkar hamare ling ki icchao ka takrav hai toh kyun na ling ko hi pramukh hathiyar banaya jaye! Jab aaj ki raat ki shuruat hi yuddh se hui toh aao vats. Ek aur yuddh lad hi liya jaye! Kyunki ye ladai sirf ling ki icchao ke liye lada jayega.”
“Sirf hamare ling hi ek dusre se ladenge aur haar-jeet ka faisla ling ki kamuk akraman sehne ki takat se hoga. Yani jo ling pehle apna virya ras mukt kar dega woh harega aur fir jitne wala ling apne achute virya ras ke sath harne wale ki guda mein pravesh karega!”
Aur fir unke lund se mere lund ko halki see jhapad marte hue sadhujee bole, “Iss tarah jab ek sanyasi ka divya ling. Ek sansari ke dunyavi ling se takraega toh kon adhik mardana hai aur dusre ki guda ke kabil hai. Uska faisla ho hi jayega!”
Wah kya baat hai! Ek zamana ho gaya tha ham dono ko aapas mein sexfight kiye hue! Main toh bas utavla hua ja raha tha uss ‘sadhu baba’ se ‘lund ladai’. I mean ‘sexfight’ karne ke liye! Toh fir maine bhi apne lund ke jhatke se sadhujee ke lund ko halki thappad lagayi.
Fir bola, “Kya baat hai babaji, kafi accha upay socha hai aapne!” Fir thoda aur nazdik khiskte hue mere lund ko sadhujee ki jangho ke bich latak rahe akhroto se takrate hu bola, “Aao mere babaji. Aaj toh faisla ho hi jaye. Aaj toh dekh hi liya jaye ki kiska ling shreshth nikalkar aata hai iss. Iss ‘ling-yuddh’ mein!”
Uspar sadhujee bhi ekdam sexually tense ho gaye aur gehri aah lete bole, “Pratit ho raha hai ki ye anubhav toh atyadhik ahladak hone wala hai!” Usi waqt maine hum dono ke lundo ko meri mutthi mein pakda aur fir hamare abs ke bich pin kiya.
Uskekdam nazdik jakar babaji ko kaskar thama aur bola, “Vishwas karo, sadhujee! Aapka anubhav main itna ahladak banaunga ki uski lalach mein aaj aap apana sanyas hi tyag doge baba!” Sadhujee bhi bas sehem se gaye mere uss var se.
Lekin fir turant khud ko sambhalte hue nashili awaz mein bole, “Tum bhi vishawas rakho vats! Bhale hi ham sanyasi ho, lekin hamare pas bhi kaam-yudh ke ek se ek uttam dav pech hai jo kisi hathiyar ke var se kam nahi! Khud ka khayal rakhna. Kahi is sadhu ko anubhav karane mein tum khud hi hamari ling-yuddh kala ka shikar na ban jao!”
Aur isike sath hi sadhu apana lund mere lund se tightly ragdte hue apana pehla hamla bolta hai. Aur hamari woh sadhu vs stud wali katai jungli sexfight shuru ho jati hai. Hum dono ek dusre ko ek tight hug mein secure kar lete hai. Aur hum dono ke lund hamare abs ke bich aur zyada tightly bhid jate hai.
Hamne ek-dusre ko ek tight hug mein bhincha aur hamare lode hamare abs ke bich pin hue. Hum dono sadhu-stud ke akhrot bhi ek dusre ke direct touch mein aa gaye the. Aur kasam se. Mere hisab se duniya ke har ek bi-sexual ya gay bande ko woh chiz kam-se-kam ek bar toh experiance karni hi chahiye!
Khair, ladai shuru hote hi ham dono ne apni puri takat laga di thi uss ladai mein aur kafi zor zor se. Ghapa-ghap. Ghapa-ghap. Ghapa-ghap. Ghapa-ghap. Lag hi gaye the ek dusre ko front se dry fuck karne mein. Jitna woh dry fuck hot nahi tha utna hot tha uss dry fuck ke sath woh Hindi wali erotic aur trash talk.
Har do dialogue ke bich jungli wali dry fuck rythm imagine kar le.
“Are vats. Sadhu-yajman ka nata toh thik hai. Lekin aaj toh ye sadhu tumhari chudai karke hi dam lega.”
“Babaji. Sadhuo ki izzat ek jageh, lekin aaj toh iss dhakkad naujawan ki bhi mardangi ka sawal hai. Aaj agar kisi chudai honi hai toh woh sadhujee. Sirf aapki hi hogi”
“Vats. Galat fehmi mein na raho. Iss sadhu ki hawas ko tum jante jante nahi. Tumhari uss rasili gaand ko jitne ke baad. Tumhare muh ki bari aaegi chudai ke liye!”
“Babaji. Tum bhi iss shehari launde ki pyas ko jante nahi. Aaj toh ye jawan mard aapki mardangi toh chaupat karke. Aapki uss chikni aur tight gaand ko thikane lagaega ye launda taki zindagi bhar iss mardani lode ko yaad rakkho aap.”
Fir hamare ‘sadhu’ babaji bhi dhire dhire hamare jaisi desi language pe utar aaye. “Sadhu ki mardangi ko tum kam aank rahe ho vats! Aaj toh ye Shiv ka pujari hawaskhori pe utar aaya hai. Ab dekhta ja tu balak. Tere iss ucchal rahi lode ka pani toh sukha ke hi dam lega ye sadhu.”
“Babaji. Aapke jaise toh kai lundo ko jit ke baitha hai ye lund. Jab lundo ki duniya ki baat ho na, toh aap ke iss sanyasi se lund ne lundo ke mahabali se takkar li hai. Aapke ke iss hawaskhor lund ka toh akhri bund tak pani nichod lunga mein aaj.”
“Murkh balak. Hamare is lund mein pani nahi. ‘virya ras’ bhara pada hai. Aahh aahh aahh. Woh bhi kut kut ke. Tum jaise dus nausikhiya lundo ko ek bari mein nichod ke rakh de ye mera lund.”
“Murkhata toh aapne ki hai babaji. Ehh ehh ehhh. Agar izzat se apni gaand mere lund ke hawale kar di hoti toh aaj ye zillat dekhne ki bari na aati aapke lund ke liye. Aapko toh aaj ye sansari lawda batega ki hawas kya hoti hai babaji!”
“Are do take ke insan. Tere iss choose jaise lund ki toh aukat hi kya hai mere ajagar ke samne. Tere iss lund ko dekh kaise nichodta hai ye sadhu.”
“Sadhu, aaj mere nag se aapke ajgar ki toh maut hoke hi rahegi. Aur ye tera do take ka lund ghanta mera kuch ukhad payega. Aaj toh teri sirf gaand nahi babba. Aur bhi bohot kuch chod ke rakh dunga mein. Bas dekhta ja tu.”
“Ghanta toh mera bajayega teri iss ‘ghanti’ ki band. Kamine aaj toh tere akhrot sukha ke hi hamare aatma tript hogi.”
Aaj pata nahi kyun, lekin woh trash talk ham dono ko kafi zyada turn on kar rahi thi. Fir dhire dhire baate pure trash talk tak gayi. Full desi gali galoch ke sath. Woh bhi itni zyada ki utni toh hamne serious wale jhagde mein bhi nahi baki thi.
“Sale randi ki aulad sadhu. Madarchod. Aaj toh teri gaand marke hi dum lunga ye Rajputi chorra. (mere lund se uske lund ko baar baar marte hue) Ye le bhosdike. Ye aur le. Ye bhi le.”
“Macchar ki jhant. Tujhe toh aaj ye sadhu ek bar nahi. Dus bar pelega. Chutadzat. Ye le. Ye le.”
“Sale choot ke bhoot sadhu. Aaj toh teri gaand fad ke na rakh di toh mera naam bhi Abhijeet Singh nahi. Tere jaise kide ko toh mein meri gaand ki hawa se mar du. Aaj toh ladai fir mere lode se hai.”
“Madarchod. Chutt ke dhakkan. Mere is lode ki pyas toh aaj teri lar se bujhaunga do kaudi ke chutiye. Aur tera naya naam rakhunga ‘lundpujari’.”
“Sapne dekh uske toh bakland. Tu kya mera naam badlega lundfakir. Bhen ke lode. Aaj toh teri gaand toh fadunga hi fadunga harami. Aur fir tere is gandi nali jaise muh se meri gaand bhi saf karwaunga. Dekh. Aaj toh iss sadhu ko randi bazar ki randiya bana ke hi chhodunga.”
“Abbe bhadawe. Teri dus pidhiyo ki zillat ek sath dekhega tu. Madarzat. Teri ye jo chutiye si zuban uchal rahi hai na. Aaj ye sadhu usi par apna virya ras dal ke apna lund chuswaega bhosdike.”
Aur aisi hi gandi se gandi gali galoch bhari erotic trash talk wali ‘lund ladai’ ko dekhte hi dekhte kitne minutes bit gaye hame pata hi nahi chala. Lekin kyunki kafi time se ham ghutno pe khade khade hi lad rahe the, maine fir ladai zamin pe le jane ki than li.
Waise bhi sadhu aur main ek dusre ko apne nange badan se piche dhakelne ki koshish toh kar hi rahe the. Fir ek jhatake se sadhu ko success mili mujhe niche patakne mein. Lekin fir woh bhi mere upar zamin par gira kyunki hamne ek dusre ko kafi tightly jakad rakkha tha.
Mats par aate hi ladai aur zyada tez aur jungli ho gayi. Kyunki ab humko balanace banaye rakhne ki fikar nahi thi. Side by side let ke ya top pe aate bus dry fucking ki bouchar kar deni thi ek-dusre par. Aur fir shuru hua daur jungli rolling ka. Jawan sadhu tha aur jawan tha Rajputi launda.
Takat ki toh koi kami nahi thi aur nahi kami thi hawas ki. Sadhu aur sansari bus ghapa-ghap ghapa-ghap apni lund se lund ki ladai lade hi ja rahe the. Taki ek-dusre ko jhada sake aur fir harne wali ki jam ke chudai kar sake. Halaki roll off – roll on jungli tha lekin proper wali ladai se toh kafi smooth hi tha.
Zamin pe ladai pohnchne ke sath hum dono ka sexual tension bhi badh gaya tha aur uske sath hi badh gayi thi trash talk.
“Sale chutt mein chuppe macchar. Aaj toh teri gaand aur tera lund aisa fadunga mein ki tu zindgibhar bus sadhugiri ke alawa kuch kar hi nahi payega. Phuddi ke malik sanyasi!”
“Tujh jaisa kal ka aaya londa meri kya fadega. Aaj fadega toh ye sadhu. Teri gaand aur tera muh chodne ke bad tere in do pairo ke bich mera lund aisa ghusaunga ki tu hamesha ke liye chutt ka malik ban jayega tu. Chutiye!”
“Accha sadhu! Aaja. Jitna dum laga sake laga le. Lekin chudega toh tu hi.”
“Tu bhi aaja nirlaj balak. Ye sadhu ka lund sina tan ke khada hai. Jitni takat hai azama le. Taki fir tujhe koi malal na rahe jab mein teri iss chikni aur gori gaand fadte hue ghanto tak pelu!”
Aur aise hi fir ek silsila chala aur ek gali talk sessions ka. Har kuch minute mein ham ek dusre ko galiya bakte aur fir kuch minute zor zor se aahe bharte hue ghapa-ghap ladai aage badhate.
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