Hindi Sex Story TMKOC - Trambak Maharaj Ka Naya Sansar

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[TRAMBAK MAHARAJ KA NAYA SANSAR]



Chapter 1: Gokuldham Ke Khufiya Armaan

[ Part 1 of 5: Jetha Ka Dream Kingdom ]
Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste, dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Log sote hain toh sapne dekhte hain, par mere banaye is sansar mein, Jethalal jo dekh raha hai wo sapne se bhi zyada real hai. New generation ka zamana hai boss, yahan 'sharam' aur 'lihaaj' ki expiry date nikal chuki hai. Yahan wahi sach hai jo jism chahta hai. Dekho is bistar ko... ye Gokuldham ka wo kona hai jahan saare sanskar nange ho chuke hain. Jethalal Champaklal Gada, jise duniya ek seedha-saadha businessman samajhti hai, aaj apne 8-inch ke 'Hatiyar' ke saath is samrajya ka raja bana baitha hai. Chalo, har ek inch ki detail lete hain. Dekhate hai, aba aage kya honga!"

Bedroom ka mahol ekdum electric hai. Luxury silk ki chadar bichi hai jo Jetha ke nange badan par makkhan ki tarah phisal rahi hai. Jetha bed ke ekdum center mein leta hai, uski chaati pehle se zyada chaudi aur muscular dikh rahi hai. Par sabki nazar ek hi jagah tiki hai—uske 8 inch ke hathiyar par. Ye koi mazaak nahi hai; ye ek lohe ki rod jaisa sakht, veins se bhara hua, aur dark-colored power tool hai jo hawa mein ekdum 90-degree par salami de raha hai. Uska top halka sa geela hai, jo bata raha hai ki ye 'Gada Rocket' launch hone ke liye kitna bechain hai.

Jetha ke left side mein bilkul chipak kar leti hai Anjali Mehta.

Anjali ne saalon tak yoga aur diet sirf fitness ke liye nahi, balki is extreme flexibility ke liye ki thi. Usne ek transparent white lace ki nighty pehni hai jo uske jism ki har line ko expose kar rahi hai. Uski kamar sirf 26 inch ki hai—ekdum patli aur curves se bhari hui.

Uske boobs 36D size ke hain. Wo itne firm aur tight hain ki bed par lete waqt bhi unka shape ekdum perfect hai. Unka weight Jetha ke left bicep par mehsoos ho raha hai. Uske nipples dark aur pointed hain, jo lace ke bahaar nikalne ko tadap rahi hain.

Anjali ki chut ekdum clean-shaven hai, bilkul ek baby-pink flower ki tarah. Uske 'karela juice' wale boring jeevan ne usey itna pyaasa kar diya hai ki uski gupha se nikalne wala 'natural juice' Jetha ki jaangh ko geela kar raha hai.

"Jetha Bhai..." Anjali ne uske kaan ke paas sarakte hue kaha, "Tarak ne hamesha mujhe discipline mein rakha, par aaj mujhe tumhara ye 8-inch ka anushasan chahiye. Isse mere andar tak utaar do, mujhe poora baar do."

Right side mein lipti hui hai Gokuldham ki sabse badi bomb, Babita.

Babita ka rang ekdum doodh jaisa gora-chitta hai. Usne ek deep-red silk ka robe pehna hai jo kandhe se sarak kar uski gori pith dikha raha hai. Uski skin par light chamak rahi hai.

Babita ke boobs 38E size ke hain—pure society mein sabse bhari aur raseele. Wo itne bade hain ki Jetha ka poora haath unhe grip nahi kar paa raha. Jab wo saans leti hai, toh wo 38E ke boobs Jetha ke seene par dabte hain, jisse Jetha ka rocket aur bhi sakht ho jata hai.

Uski gulabi chut ekdum narrow aur tight hai. Wo ek aisi 'Bomb' hai jo sirf Jetha ke touch se fatne ko taiyar hai.

Babita ne Jetha ke 8-inch ke hatiyar ko apne naram hathon se pakda aur upar-niche move karne lagi. "Iyer ke paas dimaag hai, par aapke paas asali mardangi hai, Jetha Ji. I've been waiting for this 8-inch magic for years. Aaj mujhe bakhshna mat."

Par scene yahan khatam nahi hota. Jetha ke pairon ke paas do aur bhabhiyan apni duty nibha rahi hain.

Humari desi businesswoman. Madhavi ka figure thoda bhari aur 'milky' hai. Uske 36C ke boobs bed par tikke hue hain aur wo Jetha ke 'Hatiyar' ke balls ko bade pyaar se sehla rahi hai. Uski chut ki garmi Jetha ke pairon ko touch kar rahi hai. Madhavi ki aankhon mein wo bhook hai jo Bhide ke 'zero maintenance' lifestyle ne kabhi poori nahi ki.

Parsi pataka! Roshan ne apna top utaar kar phenk diya hai. Uske 34D size ke boobs ekdum tight aur upright hain. Wo Jetha ke hatiyar ke top ko apni jeebh se tease kar rahi hai, har inch ka swaad le rahi hai. Uski body ekdum athletic hai, aur uski chut ki energy ekdum wild hai. "Jetha Jaanu! Aaj toh main tenu chhadna nahi. Aapka ye 8 inch ka hatiyar... bas mera hai!"

Jetha ne apni aankhein band ki. Usey feel ho raha tha ki kaise charo taraf se usey 'female energy' gher rahi hai. Anjali ne apna ek pair Jetha ki kamar par lapet liya, uski geeli chut Jetha ki jaangh se ragad rahi thi. Babita ne upar aakar Jetha ke honto ko apne mooh mein le liya, aur uske bhari 38E boobs Jetha ke chehre par mash ho gaye.

Jetha ne apne dono haath chalaye—ek haath Anjali ke 36D boobs par aur doosra Babita ki chaudi gaand par. "Aaj koi kaam nahi hoga," Jetha ne ek bhari mardana awaaz mein kaha. "Aaj sirf mere 'Hatiyar' ka power trial hoga."

Anjali ki saansein tez ho gayi. "Jetha Bhai, please... ab aur intezar nahi hota. Aapka ye 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar'... it's looking so hungry. Mere andar daalo isey."

Madhavi ne niche se thoda pressure badhaya, aur Roshan ne poora 'Hatiyar' apne mooh mein bhar liya. Jetha ka badan jhatke lene laga. Wo mehsus kar sakta tha ki Babita ki gulabi chut uske pet se ragad rahi hai.

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Hehe! Dekho is raw chemistry ko! Ye hai mere sansar ka asli roop. Anjali ki tight chut, Babita ke bade boobs, Madhavi ka desi chut aur Roshan ki wild garmi. Jetha ke paas wo 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar' hai jo in charon bhabhiyon ki kismat kholne wala hai. Inke 'chut' ki pyaasi, aur Jetha ka 'Hatiyar' fuel se bhara hua hai. Aaj raat koi nahi soyega."

Jetha ne Anjali ko bed par patka aur uske upar aa gaya. Uske 8-inch ka hathiyar Anjali ki geeli chut ke entrance par touch hua. Anjali ne ek dard bhari par sukoon wali aah bhari. "Yes... Jetha bhai... Yes!"

Tabhi Babita ne piche se Jetha ki pith par nakhun gadaye. "Don't forget me, Jetha Ji. I want my turn next.

Aba aage kya honga janiye next part meh!"

[ Part 1 of 5 Completed ]

 

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Chapter 1: Gokuldham Ke Khufiya Armaan

[ Part 2 of 5: Asliyat Ki Garmi – Gada aur Mehta Niwas ]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste, dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Hahaha! Aapko kya laga? Jethalal itna kismat wala hai ki ek saath char-char bhabhiyan uske bed par nangi hongi? Arey dosto, wo toh sirf ek 'Wet Dream' tha jo Jetha ke 28 saal ke dabe hue jawan armaanon ne racha tha. Par ab aankhein kholo. Main hoon Trambak Maharaj, aur main aapko dikhaunga ki asli Gokuldham kya hai. Ye aaj se 18 saal purana mahol hai, jahan sabki jawani ekdum kachhi aur raseeli hai. Yahan bhabhiyon ki saree ke neeche kya raaz dabbe hain, aur mardon ke kachhe mein kitna dum hai, wo sirf main jaanta hoon. Chaliye, Jethalal ke bedroom se shuru karte hain. Dekhate hai, aba aage kya honga!"

Jethalal Gada ne ek zor ka jhatka liya aur uski aankhein phat se khul gayi. Uska banyan pasine se geela tha aur uska dil rocket ki speed se dhadak raha tha. Usne fatak se apni chadar ke andar dekha. Uska 8 inch ka hathiyar—abhi bhi us sapne ke asar mein ekdum lohe jaisa sakht khada tha, uske cotton kachhe ko cheerne ki koshish kar raha tha. Sapne mein Babita aur Anjali ke sparsh ne usey itna charge kar diya tha ki ab ye niche hone ka naam nahi le raha tha.

Jethalal Gada (The Loaded Young Hustler): Umar sirf 27-28 saal. Abhi Gada Electronics naya-naya set ho raha hai. Jetha dikhne mein bhale hi thoda gol-matol lage, par uska 'Hatiyar' poore Gokuldham mein ek raaz hai. Uska 8 inch ka hathiyar dark, bhari aur extreme stamina wala hai. Uske pass wo mardana takat hai jo kisi bhi 'chut' ko fhaad de. Wo roz subah isi kashmakash mein uthta hai ki is 8 inch ke 'Hatiyar' ki aag Daya ke paas bujhaye.

Daya Gada (The Young Desi Bomb): Daya abhi sirf 23-24 saal ki hai. Wo kitchen mein 'Jalebi-Fafda' nikaal rahi thi. Log usey sirf ek bholi-bhaali bahu samajhte hain, par uska figure ekdum tight aur curvy hai. Uski kamar 30 inch hai—ekdum patli aur raseeli, jise pakadne par Jetha ki ungliyan dhas jati hain. Uske boobs 34C size ke hain, jo uski tight bandhani saree ke peeche hamesha tanaav (tension) mein rehte hain. Uski chut abhi bhi ekdum tight aur gulabi hai. Jab Jetha apna 8-inch ka danda usme daalta hai, toh Daya ki 'Hey Maa Mataji' ki awaaz poori galli mein gunjti hai, par wo dard nahi, balki ek nishabd sukoon hota hai.



Tipendra Gada (Tapu): Tapu abhi sirf 5-6 saal ka ek nannha bacha hai. Ekdum shararati aur masoom. Uska hatiyar abhi sirf 3 inch ka ek chota sa rocket hai, jo abhi sirf pishab karne aur khel-kood ke kaam aata hai. Usey nahi pata ki uska baap kis 'Gada' samrajya ka malik hai.

Champak Lal (Bapuji): Bapuji tab thode huste-puste they. Unka 6.5 inch ka hathiyar abhi bhi kabhi-kabhi 'active' ho jata hai jab wo subah-subah balcony mein bina dhoti ke ghumte hain.

Bapuji ke flat ke niche, Tarak Mehta (Mehta Sahab) ke ghar mein mahol shant tha, par wahan ki 'pyaas' alag hi level ki thi. Mehta Sahab apni diary likh rahe they, par unki nazar baar-baar Anjali par ja rahi thi.

Tarak Mehta (The Fire Brigade): Tarak abhi 29-30 saal ke hain. Dimaag se tez hain par shareer se thoda thaka hua mehsus karte hain. Unka 6.5 inch ka hathiyar lamba aur patla hai, lekin usme wo 'Gada' jaisa pathar wala zor nahi hai. Wo hamesha 'Diet Food' khane ki wajah se thode sust rehte hain. Bed par wo mushkil se 30 minute tik pate hain, jo unki jawan patni ke liye ek tarah ki saza ban jati hai.

Anjali Mehta (The Young Fitness Apsara): Anjali abhi sirf 25 saal ki hai. Uska badan ekdum kanch jaisa saaf aur tight hai. Uski kamar sirf 24 inch ki hai—bilkul ek haath mein aa jaye aisi nazuk. Uske boobs 34B size ke hain—chote par ekdum firm, round aur hamesha tanaav mein rehte hain. Uski chut ekdum pink, waxed aur hamesha ek aisi pyaas mein rehti hai jo Mehta Sahab ki shayari se nahi bujhti. Jab wo Jethalal ke bhari sharir ko dekhti hai, toh uski 'chut' mein halki si khujli hone lagti hai, aur wo sapne bunne lagti hai ek aise mard ke jo usey bed par tod sake.

Balcony Ka Kaand

Jetha nasta karke thoda fresh hua aur apni balcony mein aaya. Uska 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar' kachhe ke andar abhi bhi ek 'tent' banaye hue tha. Tabhi balcony mein se Anjali bhabhi dikhti hain. Unhone ek patli, sleeveless cotton nighty pehni hai kyunki wo nahane ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Subah ki dhoop unki nighty ke paar ja rahi thi, jisse unke 34B boobs ka shape aur unki patli kamar ki outline saaf jhalak rahi thi.

"Good Morning, Anjali bhabhi!" Jetha ne ek bhari, mardana awaaz mein kaha.

Anjali ne palat kar dekha aur unki nazar sidha Jetha ke niche gaye 'tambu' par padi. Unhone ek shararati smile di aur apne nighty ka ek button khol diya, jisse unki gori gardan aur cleavage saaf dikhne laga. "Good Morning, Jetha ji. Aaj toh bade jaldi uth gaye? Aur lagta hai balcony mein kuch zyada hi 'tanaav' hai aaj?"

Jetha ne apni banyan thik ki, par uska hatiyar niche hone ka naam nahi le raha tha. "Kya karein anjali bhabhi, control nahi hota."

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Hehe! Dekha dosto? ye asliyat hai. Jetha ke pass size hai, Anjali ke paas pyaas hai. Daya ke paas sirf 'Hey Maa Mataji' ka naam hai, aur Mehta Sahab ke paas sirf kavita. Abhi toh sirf do parivaar nange huye hain... abhi toh Bhide ka aur Sodhi ka parivaar hai. Main Trambak Maharaj hoon... main aapko har ek ghar ka hisaab dunga.

Aba aage kya honga janiye next part meh!""

[ Part 2 of 5 Completed ]

 

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Chapter 1: Gokuldham Ke Khufiya Armaan

[ Part 3 of 5: Bhide ka Marathi Tadka aur Sodhi ka Garage Prem ]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Gokuldham ke is naye-purane sansar mein aapka swagat hai. Aaj hum un do khambon ki baat karenge jinpar society tiki hai—ek hai 'Maryada' ka Secretary Bhide, aur doosra hai 'Himmat' ka malik Sodhi. Par dosto, Maryada ke peeche kitni vasna hai aur Himaat ke peeche kitni pyaas, wo aaj main aapko dikhaunga. Chaliye, pehle 'Aadarsh' Bhide Niwas ka darwaza khatkhatate hain. Dekhate hai, aba aage kya honga!"

Aatmaram Tukaram Bhide... umar 30 saal. Ye wo waqt hai jab Bhide naya-naya Secretary bana tha aur uska 'shashan' ekdum kade-kadak (strict) tha. Par ghar ki char deewari mein, hisaab-kitaab thoda alag tha.

Aatmaram Bhide (The Rigid Secretary): Bhide dikhne mein dubla hai, par uske andar ek 'Master' chhupa hai jo hamesha control karna chahta hai. Uska hatiyar 5.5 inch ka hai—patla, lamba, aur ekdum 'Sanskari' dhang se active hone wala. Wo hamesha 'shist' (discipline) ki baat karta hai, par uska 'Hatiyar' aksar 'un-parliamentary' harkatein karne ke liye betaab rehta hai.

Madhavi Bhide (The Desi Queen): Madhavi abhi sirf 25-26 saal ki hai. Uska badan ekdum 'makkhan' jaisa bhari aur raseela hai. Uski kamar 32 inch hai—ekdum bhari aur gol jo saree mein ek alag hi 'curvy' look deti hai. Uske boobs 36C size ke hain, jo hamesha cotton ki saree ke peeche dabbe rehte hain, par jab wo papad belti hai, toh unka uchhalna Bhide ke hosh uda deta hai. Uski chut ekdum tight aur desi hai, jise Bhide ka 5.5 inch ka danda kabhi-kabhi poora satisfy nahi kar pata, isliye Madhavi ke dimaag mein hamesha Jethalal ki mardangi ka khayal chalta rehta hai.

Sonu Bhide: Sonu abhi sirf 6 saal ki nanhhi gudiya hai. Wo abhi masoomiyat ki duniya mein hai, lekin uski aankhein bataati hain ki wo apni maa ki sundarta le kar badi hogi.

Bhide’s ‘Punjabi’ Paper Trail

Subah-subah Bhide apne ghar ke bahar aaya aur dekha ki uske Marathi paper ki jagah wahan Punjabi paper pada tha.

"Arey baba! Ye Sodhi ki wajah se roz confusion hota hai!" Bhide ne paper uthaya aur gusse mein Sodhi ke ghar ki taraf badha. Usne Sodhi ke ghar ki doorbell bajayi.

Tring-Tring!

Darwaza khula, aur Bhide ka dimaag ekdum 'blank' ho gaya. Saamne Roshan Bhabhi khadi thi. Wo sirf 25 saal ki 'Parsi Bomb' thi. Roshan ne ek ekdum thin, short pink silk nighty pehni thi jo uski jaanghon ke beech tak mushkil se pahunch rahi thi. Usne bra nahi pehni thi, aur thandi hawa ki wajah se uske 34D size ke boobs nighty ke patle kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ko taiyar lag rahe they.

"Arey Bhide bhai? Itni subah-subah mere darwaze pe kyon bell baja rahe ho?" Roshan ne ek sexy smile di aur jaan-bujhkar darwaze ka frame pakad kar thoda aage jhuki.

Bhide ka 5.5 inch ka 'Hatiyar' pajame ke neeche turant sakht hokar 'Salami' dene laga. "Wo... wo... Sodhi ka paper mere paas aa gaya tha bhabhi." Bhide ki nazar Roshan ke un uchhalte hue 34D boobs se hat hi nahi rahi thi.

Roshan ne Bhide ki halat dekh li thi. "Sodhi toh garage chala gaya Bhide bhai... ab ye paper kaun lega? Andar aao na, thodi 'Punjabi' seekh lo mujhse." Roshan ne Bhide ka haath pakad kar usey andar khincha. Bhide ka gala sookh gaya tha. "Roshan Bhabhi, aapka 'Punjab' dekh kar mera 'Maharashtra' ekdum khada ho gaya hai!"

Ab baat karte hain Gokuldham ke asli 'Sher' ki—Roshan Singh Sodhi. Ye wo banda hai jo garage mein gaadiyan thik karta hai aur society mein logon ke 'purze' dhile karta hai.

Roshan Singh Sodhi (The Muscle Man): Sodhi abhi 32 saal ka hai. Chaudi chaati, bhari baazu aur ekdum mardana personality. Uska hatiyar 6 inch ka hai—ekdum Punjabi heavy-duty danda, jo hamesha 'Oye-Hoye' karne ke liye bechain rehta hai. Uska stamina itna hai ki wo purre din garage mein kaam karne ke baad bhi raat ko Roshan ko 4-5 baar 'service' de sakta hai.

Roshan Kaur (The Pataka): Jaisa upar bataya, Roshan ek fitness enthusiast hai. Uski kamar 28 inch ki hai aur uski taangein ekdum gori aur lambi hain. Uski chut hamesha ek wild energy se bhari rehti hai jo sirf Sodhi ke 6 inch ke 'Hatiyar' se hi thandi hoti hai.



Gogi: Gogi abhi sirf 4 saal ka chota Sardar hai, jo "Chak De" bolte hue poori society mein bhagta rehta hai.

Sodhi’s Garage Greasing with Babita

Sodhi apni jeep start karke garage jaane ke liye compound mein aaya. Tabhi uski nazar upar Babita ki balcony par gayi. Wahan Babita Ji (sirf 22 saal ki young bomb) cycling machine par workout kar rahi thi. Babita ne ek ekdum tight red workout dress pehna tha jo uske jism se ekdum chipak gaya tha.

Sodhi ne jeep wahi rok di. Babita jab cycling kar rahi thi, toh uske 38E size ke bhari boobs oopar-neeche bounce ho rahe they. Uski tight leggings mein uski chaudi gaand ka shape ekdum clear dikh raha tha, jaise koi sculpted murti ho.

"Oye-Hoye Babita ji! Subah-subah itna tanaav... mera matlab hai exercise?" Sodhi ne upar dekha, uska 6 inch ka 'Hatiyar' jeans ke andar bagawat karne laga tha.

Babita ne cycling roki aur balcony se niche jhuki. Uske bhari boobs rail ke upar dab gaye, jisse unki cleavage Sodhi ko saaf dikhne lagi. "Kya karein Sodhi ji, workout toh zaroori hai na. Aap garage ja rahe ho?"

Sodhi ne ek gehri saans li aur apni jeans adjust ki. "Garage toh ja raha hoon, par mera 'engine' toh aapki balcony mein phasa hua hai. Agar main upar aa jaun toh thodi 'oil change' kar doge?"

Babita ne ek seductive wink di aur apni nighty... mera matlab workout top ko thoda aur niche kiya. "Sodhi ji, aapka engine toh bahut bada hai... sambhal paoge?" Sodhi ne jeep start ki aur bola, "Punjabi putt hoon Babita ji, jab tak engine 'smoke' na chhode, main rukta nahi!"

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Dekha dosto? Secretary sahab paper dete-dete khud 'khil' gaye hain, aur Sodhi garage jaane se pehle 'grease' hone ko taiyar hai. Ye hai meri rachi hui Gokuldham ki asli jawani. Abhi toh Haathi ka parivaar aur Rita bhi hai! Main Trambak Maharaj hoon... main sab dekh raha hoon. Taiyar ho jao, kyunki agla part aur bhi 'Deep' hone wala hai!

Aba aage kya honga janiye next part meh!""

[ Part 3 of 5 Completed ]

 

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Chapter 1: Gokuldham Ke Khufiya Armaan

[Part 4: Hathi Ka 'Vazan' Aur Rita Ka 'Live' Telecast]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): " Namaste dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Gokuldham mein har size ke log hain. Kuch duble-patle Bhide jaise, toh kuch humare Dr. Hathi jaise—jinka vazan hi unki pehchan hai. Par kya aapne kabhi socha hai ki itne bhaari sharir ke neeche kitna 'bhaari' hathiyar chupa ho sakta hai? Aur doosri taraf, humari Rita Reporter... jo news cover karne aati hai par khud 'cover' se bahar nikalne ko taiyar rehti hai. Chalo, pehle Hathi Niwas ka audit karte hain. Dekhate hai, aba aage kya honga!"

Dr. Hansraj Hathi... umar 35 saal. Ye wo waqt hai jab Hathi bhai ki jawani aur unka 'diet' dono peak par they. Log unhe sirf ek doctor samajhte hain, par unka sharir mardana takat ka ek pahad hai.

Dr. Hansraj Hathi (The Giant): Hathi bhai ka sharir bhale hi bhaari ho, par unki mardangi ekdum 'Jumbo' size ki hai. Unka hatiyar 4 inch ka hai—Wo dikhne mein sharif hain, par unka stamina unke vazan ki tarah hi "A-ha!" hai. Jab wo chalte hain toh dharti hilti hai, aur jab wo bed par hote hain toh... well, Komal hi jaanti hai.

Komal Hathi (The Voluptuous Queen): Komal abhi sirf 28-29 saal ki hai. Uski body ekdum 'Plus-Size Model' jaisi hai. Uski kamar 38 inch hai, jo pakadne mein ekdum gaddedaar (cushiony) lagti hai. Uske boobs 40DD size ke hain—ekdum massive aur raseele. Wo hamesha sleeveless gowns pehenti hai jo uski gori aur bhari baahon ko expose karte hain. Uski chut ekdum deep aur hamesha ready rehti hai Hathi bhai ke 4-inch ke 'Hatiyar' ko absorb karne ke liye.

Goli Hathi: Goli abhi sirf 4-5 saal ka chota bacha hai. Uska dhyan sirf khane mein hai, usey nahi pata ki uske papa ke paas 'Goli' nahi, poora 'Gola' hai.

Ab baat karte hain Gokuldham ki sabse 'Hot' reporter ki—Rita. Rita abhi sirf 24 saal ki hai. Wo 'Kal Tak' news channel mein kaam karti hai aur uski reporting se zyada log uski tight formal shirts ke deewane hain.

Rita (Reporter): Rita ka figure ekdum 'Siren' jaisa hai. Uski kamar 26 inch hai aur uski gaand ekdum tight aur uplifted hai. Uske boobs 34C size ke hain, jo hamesha formal blazer ke neeche se bagawat karte hain. Uski chut ekdum modern, clean aur 'live' telecast ke liye hamesha garam rehti hai.

Exclusive Interview with Jetha

Subah ke 11 baje they. Jethalal apne ghar mein akela tha kyunki Daya aur Bapuji mandir gaye they. Tabhi doorbell baji. Jetha ne darwaza khola toh saamne Rita Reporter khadi thi. Usne ek pink tight-fit formal shirt aur ek grey pencil skirt pehni thi jo uski jaanghon ke beech mein ekdum tight thi.

"Namaste Jetha Bhai. Mujhe electronics market ke girte hue 'stocks' par aapka ek exclusive interview chahiye tha," Rita ne ek killer smile ke saath kaha aur bina puche andar aa gayi.

Jetha ka 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar' Rita ki tight skirt dekh kar turant 'Breaking News' dene ko taiyar ho gaya. "Arey Rita ! tu aur hamare ghar? Aa, aa... baith."

Rita sofa par baithi aur jaan-bujhkar apne pair cross kiye, jisse uski skirt aur oopar chadh gayi aur uski gori jaanghein Jetha ki aankhon ke samne chamakne lagi. "Jetha ji, market ka 'size' toh badh raha hai, par kya aapka 'output' bhi utna hi bada hai?" Rita ne apni shirt ka oopar wala button khola, kyunki "garmi" bahut thi.

Jetha ne ek thandi saans li aur Rita ke un 34C boobs ko shirt ke neeche se taadne laga. "Rita ji, mera 'output' toh itna bada hai ki aapke channel ka mic chota pad jayega. Market kitna bhi gire, mera 'Gada' hamesha khada rehta hai."

Rita ne apne baal piche kiye aur Jetha ki taraf jhuki. Uske cleavage ki gehraai Jetha ko behosh karne ke liye kaafi thi. "Accha? Toh kya main aapke is 'Gada' ka ek live demo le sakti hoon? Mujhe dekhna hai ki aapka 'connection' kitna tight hai." Usne apna haath dheere se Jetha ki jaangh par rakha aur niche ki taraf slide kiya, jahan uska 8-inch ka 'Hatiyar' pant ke peeche se Rita ko hello bol raha tha.

"Baap re Jetha ji! Aapke 'stocks' toh bahut hi zyada 'bulk' mein lag rahe hain," Rita ne sarsarahat bhari awaaz mein kaha. Jetha ne Rita ki kamar pakdi aur usey apne paas khincha. "Rita ji, ye news channel pe nahi dikhayenge... ye toh sirf **censored** 'viewing' ke liye hai."

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Hehe! Dekha dosto? Hathi bhai ka vazan bhale hi zyada ho, par unka 'Jumbo' hathiyar kisi se kam nahi. Aur Rita... jo news lene aayi thi, wo khud Jetha ke 'Gada Electronics' ka hissa banne ko taiyar hai. Ye hai meri rachi hui Gokuldham ki asli jawani. Yahan har interview ek 'climax' par khatam hota hai. Abhi toh Iyer ki 'science' ka asli kaand baaki hai! Main Trambak Maharaj hoon... main sab dekh raha hoon. Taiyar ho jao, agla part aur bhi 'Exclusive' hoga!

Aba aage kya honga janiye next part meh!"

[ Part 4 of 5 Completed ]

 

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[TRAMBAK MAHARAJ KA NAYA SANSAR]



Chapter 1: Gokuldham Ke Khufiya Armaan

[ Part 5 of 5: Iyer Ka 'Short Circuit' Aur Babita Ka Bheega Badan ]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Is duniya ka sanchalak, is Gokuldham ka asli sutradhaar. Log kehte hain ki mard aur aurat ka milan kismat se hota hai, par main kehta hoon ye sab 'Luck' aur 'Kismat' ka khel hai. Aaj hum us ghar ka darwaza kholenge jahan duniya ki sabse haseen aurat ek kale scientist ke saath 'adjust' kar rahi hai. Par kab tak? Iyer ka 3 inch ka 'Hatiyar' aur uska 30-second ka stamina Babita ki is 'Aag' ko kab tak rok payega? Chalo, is mismatched kahani ka nanga sach dekhte hain. Dekhate hai, aba aage kya honga!"

Krishnan Subramaniam Iyer... ek bada scientist. Par jab bed ki baat aati hai, toh Iyer ka saara gyaan fail ho jata hai.

Krishnan Iyer (The 30-Second Failure): Iyer ka rang ekdum koyla jaisa kala hai, aur uska sharir ekdum haddiyon ka dhancha. Lekin sabse badi dikkat uske kachhe mein hai. Uska hatiyar sirf 3 inch ka hai—itna chota ki Babita ko kabhi feel hi nahi hota ki kuch andar gaya bhi hai ya nahi. Upar se uska stamina itna ghatiya hai ki Babita ke nange jism ko touch karte hi wo 30 second mein 'discharge' ho jata hai. Wo science ki baatein karta rehta hai, par bed par uska 'Experiment' hamesha fail hota hai.

Babita Iyer (The Goddess of Desires): Babita abhi sirf 22-23 saal ki young item bomb hai. Uski skin itni gori hai ki andhere mein bhi chamakti hai. Uski kamar 26 inch ki hai, ekdum patli aur raseeli. Uski gaand ekdum chaudi aur tight hai, jo chalte waqt kisi ko bhi pagal kar de. Uske boobs 38E size ke hain—pure Gokuldham ka sabse bhari aur solid khazana. Wo hamesha unhe flaunt karti hai kyunki usey pata hai ki uski takat wahi hai. Uski gulabi chut ekdum raseeli aur geeli rehti hai. Wo hamesha ek aise mard ke liye tadapti hai jo uske andar tak ja kar uski aatma ko jhinjhor de. Usey Iyer ka 'Short circuit' nahi, Jethalal ka 'High Voltage' chahiye.

The Shower Trap

Subah ka waqt tha, suraj ki kiranen Powder Galli mein jhaank rahi thi. Jethalal apne ghar se nikal kar niche compound mein aaya. Uski nazar C-Wing ki balcony par padi. Wahan Babita Ji khadi thi. Unhone ek ekdum hot pink satin night-dress pehni thi, jiske patle straps unke gora kandhon par phisal rahe they.

"Good Morning, Babita ji!" Jethalal ne ek gehri saans lete hue kaha. Uska 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar' Babita ki us bheeghi hui look ko dekh kar kachhe ke andar 'Gada' banane laga tha.

Babita ne niche dekha aur apne baal piche kiye. "Good Morning Jetha ji! Arey accha hua aap dikh gaye. Main bahut pareshan hoon... mera shower kharab ho gaya hai aur mujhe urgent nahane jana hai. Iyer toh jaldi office nikal gaye. Kya aap aakar ek baar check karenge?"

Jetha ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. "Arey Babita ji! Isme puchne ki kya baat hai? Aapka shower kharab ho aur Jetha na aaye, aisa ho sakta hai? Main abhi aaya!" Jetha sidhiyon se aise bhaga jaise koi 100-meter ki race ho.

Jetha ne doorbell bajayi aur Babita ne darwaza khola. Babita ne ab sirf ek satin bath-robe pehna tha. Jetha ka hosh udd gaya. Babita usey bathroom mein le gayi.

"Dekhiye Jetha ji, ye valve ekdum jam ho gaya hai," Babita ne Jetha ke ekdum karib khade hokar kaha. Unke 38E boobs Jetha ke baazu se ragad rahe they. Jetha ka gala sookh gaya. "Babita ji, thoda pana (wrench) dena."

Babita niche jhuki pana uthane ke liye, aur Jetha ki nazar sidha unke robe piche se utha gaya, jahan unke bhari gaand bina panty ke nangi thi. Jetha ne pana liya aur valve ko zor se ghumaya. CRACK! Valve khul gaya aur shower ekdum full speed mein on ho gaya!

Thanda paani sidha Jetha aur Babita par girne laga. Jetha ka kurta aur Babita ka robe ekdum bheegh kar unke jism se chipak gaya. Babita ne ek aisi aah bhari jo Jetha ke kaano mein shehad ki tarah ghul gayi. "Arey... main toh poori bheegh gayi Jetha ji! Ab toh ye kapde utaarne hi padenge..."

Babita ne Jetha ke samne hi apne bath-robe ki knot khol di. Robe niche phisal gaya aur Jetha ke hosh udh gaye. Babita ne andar sirf ek matching purple panty pehni thi. Unke 38E boobs itne tight aur bhari lag rahe they ki Jetha ki aankhein unpar chipak gayi. Purple panty unki gori jaanghon aur uski chut ki darar ko ekdum expose kar rahi thi. Tabhi Jetha ka pair floor par phisala aur wo sidha Babita ke upar gir gaya.

Dono bathroom ke floor par gir gaye. Jetha upar tha aur Babita niche. Jetha ka 8 inch ka hathiyar sidha Babita ki gulabi chut par ragad raha tha. Kapde geele they, isliye har touch ekdum direct feel ho raha tha. Babita ne apni taangein Jetha ki kamar ke gird lapet li.

"Jetha ji..." Babita ne Jetha ke kaan mein phusphusaya, unki saansein garam thi. "Iyer se toh kuch nahi hota... aaj aap apna pura 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar' mere andar utaar do. Mujhe tabaah kar do."

Jetha ne Babita ke 38E boobs ko apne hathon mein bhara aur unhe zor se dabaya. Uska 8 inch ka 'Hatiyar' ab Babita ki 'chut' ka darwaza todne ke liye ekdum bechain tha.

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Toh dosto, ye tha Chapter 1 ka climax. Gokuldham ki maryada aaj is bheege hue bathroom mein dam tod rahi hai. Jetha ka 8-inch ka 'Hatiyar' aur Babita ki chut ki pyaas... ab ye aag tabhi bujhegi jab Jetha apna poora paani babita ke chut ke andar nikal dega. Main Trambak Maharaj hoon... aur maine aaj Jetha ki kismat chamka di hai. Chapter 2 mein maza aur bhi doguna hoga!

Aba aage kya honga janiye next part meh!"

[ Part 5 of 5 Completed ]

[ Chapter 1 Completed ]

 

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[TRAMBAK MAHARAJ KA NAYA SANSAR]

Chapter 2: Agni-Pariksha Aur Naye Rishte (The Awakening)

[ Part 1 of 5: Naya 'Hatiyar' ]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste Dosto! Duniya kehti hai main sirf ek kissa hoon, par aaj Jethalal ko pata chalega ki main uska asli 'Saviour' hoon. Ab tak sab normal tha, par aaj se har sapna poora hoga. Jethalal, taiyar ho jao, kyunki Trambak Maharaj tumhare zindagi mein padhaar chuke hain."

Raat ke do baje ka waqt tha. Gokuldham Society mein sannata chhaya hua tha. Sirf chowkidar Bhide ke bhai jaise awaaz wala watchman kabhi-kabhi seeti baja kar apni duty nibha raha tha. Jethalal Champaklal Gada apne bedroom mein gehri neend mein soya hua tha. Uske muh se halki si kheenchti hui saans nikal rahi thi aur chehre par ek tharki, besharam muskurahat thi.

Sapne mein woh kisi sundar island par tha. Paani ki lehren paer chhu rahi thi. Aur uske saamne sirf ek hi cheez thi — Babita Ji. Woh sirf ek chhoti si red bikini mein thi. Uske gore, tight boobs almost bahar aane ko the. Hawa mein unki khushboo faili hui thi. Jethalal sapne mein unke paas gaya, haath badhaya aur dheere se unke boobs ko dabane laga. "Babita Ji... aap itni garam kyun ho?"

Uske sapne mein uska 'Hatiyar' bhi puri tarah taiyar tha. Regular 6 inch ka, mota, aur bechain. Chadar ke neeche asli duniya mein bhi uska lund thoda sakht ho chuka tha, pajame ke andar halki si tent bana raha tha.

Tabhi achanak kamre ka temperature badhna shuru ho gaya. Hawa garam aur bhaari hone lagi. Ek tez, sunheri roshni seedhe Jethalal ke chehre par padi. Itni chamakdar ki aankhein kholne ke bawajood bhi kuch dikhai nahi de raha tha.

"Utho... Jethalal!"

Awaaz itni gahri, itni divya thi ki jaise koi 'Devta' bol rahe ho. Jethalal jhatke se uth baitha. Uska pura badan pasine se tar tha. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne apne bed ke paas dekha — wahan dhundh mein ek aakriti khadi thi.

"K-Kon hai? Kaun hai wahan?!" Jethalal ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. "Daya!! Daya uth!! Chor!! Chor!! Police!!"

Woh chillane hi wala tha ki Trambak Maharaj apna haath upar uthaya. Poora kamra ekdam shant ho gaya. Jaise time hi ruk gaya ho. Daya ki saans bhi sunai nahi de rahi thi.

"Chup ho jao, Jethalal," Trambak Maharaj ne dheere se kaha. "Main chor nahi hoon. Main hoon Trambak Maharaj."

Jethalal ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Woh bed par hi baitha tha, muh khula hua. "T-Trambak Maharaj? Aap... aap kon hai? Mere kamre mein kyu aaye hai? Yeh sapna hai?"

Trambak Maharaj ne muskurate hue apna haath hawa mein ghumaya. Ek halki si golden kiran uske sharir par padi. "Main tumhari is duniya ka sutradhaar hoon. Main sab kuch jaanta hoon. Har roz balcony mein khade hokar Babita ke boobs ko ghurte hue unhe apne mann mein chodne ke sapne... woh raat bhar hath se apne 6-inch ke lund ko ragadte hue uski bechaini... sab meri leela hai, Jethalal."

Jethalal ka chehra laal ho gaya. Sharm aur dar ka mila-jula ehsaas. "Aap... aap sab jaante hain? Babita Ji... wo... aapne dekha?"

Trambak Maharaj ne has kar kaha. "Tum mamuli nahi ho Jethalal. Tumhare paas wo 'Hatiyar' hai jo kisi bhi 'Chut' ko jeet sakta hai. Samay aane par tumhe meri shakti ka ehsas hoga. Bas itna yaad rakhna, aaj se tumhara koi bhi sapna adhura nahi rahega."

Itna kehkar Trambak Maharaj ne apna haath seedha Jethalal ke 'Hatiyar' ki taraf kiya. Ek bright white beam nikal kar seedha Jethalal ke pajame ke andar chali gayi. Usne jhatke se apna pajama niche kiya aur dekha.

Uski aankhein badi ho gayi.

"Arre... yeh... yeh kya ho raha hai?!"

Usaka purana 6-inch ka lund ab dheere-dheere badh raha tha. Khoon usme zor se bhar raha tha. Nasen ubhar rahi thi. Lambai badh rahi thi. Motaai badh rahi thi. Sirf 30-40 seconds mein woh puri tarah khada ho chuka tha — ab woh solid 8 inch ka, mota, lamba, aur zabardast nazar aa raha tha. Top par chamakdar precum ki ek boond jhalak rahi thi. Usme ek alag si taakat, ek alag si garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Jethalal ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Woh apne naye lund ko haath mein lekar hilane laga, jaise vishwas hi nahi ho raha tha.

"Ye... ye asli hai? Mere sapne mein itna bada kabhi nahi hua tha! Trambak Maharaj... aapne mera lund bada kar diya?!"

"Subah hote hi sab pata chal jayega," Trambak Maharaj ne muskurate hue kaha.

Itna keh kar, Trambak Maharaj ek roshni ke gubare ke saath gayab ho gaye. Jethalal wahi baitha raha, aankhein malte hue. Usne charo taraf dekha—kamra waisa hi tha, par hawa mein ek alag hi nasha tha. "Ye kon tha? Kahan gaya? Kya ye koi sapna tha?" Jethalal ne khud se pucha, par uske 'Hatiyar' ki sakhti bata rahi thi ki kuch toh asli tha.

Raat bhar uske mann mein sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — Trambak Maharaj kon hain?

Subah ke 8:30 baje the. Suraj ki pehli kiran Gokuldham Society par cha rahi thi. Jethalal ki aankhein khuli. Kal raat wali baat usko abhi bhi sapna jaisi lag rahi thi. Usne socha, “Arre wah, kya sapna tha! Trambak Maharaj… 8 inch ka lund… sab bakwas!”

Lekin jab usne chadar hataayi, tab uski aankhein phat gayi.

Uska lund puri tarah khada tha — aur yeh koi normal subah ka morning wood nahi tha. Yeh 8 inch ka, mota, nasson se bhara hua, ekdum sakht 'Hatiyar' tha. Usne pajama niche kiya. Haath mein pakadte hi ehsaas hua — yeh sach tha.

“Aare Bapuji!… yeh toh sach mein badal gaya hai!” Jethalal whisper mein bola. Usne ek baar upar-neeche kiya. Ek current si poore sharir mein daud gayi. Kal raat wala nasha abhi bhi andar tha. Usne bathroom ki taraf dekha aur seedha andar ghus gaya.

Nahaate waqt usne apne naye lund ko acche se dekha. Paani ke neeche bhi woh hil nahi raha tha. Itna sakht. Usne haath se saaf kiya, sabun lagaya, aur thoda sa hilaya bhi. 8 inch ka lund haath mein itna bhaari aur garam lag raha tha ki usko khud par garv mehsoos hone laga.

“Ab Babita Ji ko dekh kar control nahi hoga…” usne socha aur thoda muskuraya.

Naha kar woh ready hua — white shirt, brown pant, aur andar wahi 8-inch ka 'Hatiyar' jo abhi bhi thoda sa hard tha. Hall mein aate hi nazara dekha — Daya dining table par jhuki hui thi. Tapu table ke upar baitha juice pi raha tha. Daya ne red saree pehni thi jiska blouse kaafi tight aur low-cut tha. Woh Tapu ko juice pila rahi thi, jhuk kar. Isliye uske dono gore, bhaari boobs almost bahar aane ko the. Cleavage bilkul saaf dikhai de rahi thi.

Tapu aankhein faad-faad kar apni mummy ke boobs ko ghoor raha tha.

Jethalal ka lund ekdum se phir se khada hone laga. Woh dheere se Daya ke peeche gaya. Uske bhaari, gol gaand ko dekhte hi usne haath uthaya aur ek zor ka SPANK!

(THAAAAAPPP!)

“AAAAAIIIYYYYEEEEEE!!!” Daya ki cheekh nikal gayi. Uska pura sharir hil gaya. Gaand par laal nishaan pad gaya tha.

Tapu ne hairaan hokar pucha, “Mummy! Kya hua? Kyun chillayi?”

Daya piche mudkar dekha. Jethalal wahan khada tha ek tharki, besharam muskurahat ke saath. Uski aankhon mein aaj ek alag hi chamak thi.

“Kuch nahi beta… papa ne… papa ne mazaak kiya,” Daya ne sharmate hue kaha, apni gaand ko haath se sehlati hui.

Jethalal ne zor se has kar kaha, “Jai Jinendra! Daya meh dukhan jaa raha hu!”

Itna kehkar woh seedha bahar nikal gaya. Daya abhi bhi gaand ko sehla rahi thi aur uske chehre par thodi si excitement ki laali thi.

Dukaan par Jethalal counter ke peeche khada tha. Natu Kaka corner mein apni purani kursi par baithe newspaper padh rahe the. Tabhi dukaan ka darwaza khula.

Ek bahut hi hot, modern ladki andar aayi. Umra lagbhag 26-27 saal. Woh ek tight, red bodycon dress mein thi jo uske curvy figure ko bilkul perfectly dikha raha tha. 36D boobs, patli kamar, aur bhaari, gol gaand. Dress itna short aur tight tha ki har kadam ke saath uski janghen aur gaand hil rahi thi.

Natu Kaka ne chashma neeche kiya aur ladki ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Unka purana 5.5 inch ka lund turant khada ho gaya. “Arre waah… aaj toh dukaan mein Laxmi aayi hai,” unhone dheere se bola.

Jethalal ke liye toh yeh bijli girne jaisa tha. Jaise hi Natasha andar aayi, uska 8-inch ka naya 'Hatiyar' turant pant ke andar bahut zor se tent ban gaya.

Natasha seedha counter ke paas aayi aur muskurate hue boli, “Hi, I’m Natasha. Mujhe ek naya smartphone chahiye… thoda bada, powerful, aur jiska battery backup bahut lamba chale.”

Usne yeh baat aisi nazron se kahi ki Jethalal samajh gaya — yeh sirf phone ke baare mein nahi bol rahi thi.

Jethalal ne kaanphte hue kaha, “Haan… zaroor… main aapko best dikhaata hoon.”

Natasha ne counter ke upar se jhuk kar dekha aur jaan-bujhkar apna rumaal gira diya counter ke andar side.

“Oh! My bad,” keh kar woh bina puche counter ke andar aa gayi — Jethalal ke bilkul bagal mein.

Woh niche jhuki rumaal uthane ke liye.

Jethalal upar se dekh raha tha. Jaise hi woh jhuki, uske 36D raseele boobs ekdum se bahar ki taraf jhool gaye. Deep cleavage, tight aur creamy skin, aur beech mein woh gehra khadda… Jethalal ki aankhein usmein atak gayi. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.

Natasha rumaal utha kar bhi turant nahi uthi. Usne palat kar apni gaand Jethalal ki taraf ki. Short dress aur upar chadh gaya. Uski black lace panty saaf dikhai dene lagi. Gaand ke dono bhaari parts ke beech woh chhoti si darar aur lace…

Jethalal ka 8-inch lund ab pathar jaisa sakht ho chuka tha.

Natasha thoda aur piche hati aur jaan-bujhkar apni gaand ko Jethalal ke khade lund par ragadne lagi.

“Uffff…” Jethalal ke muh se awaaz nikal gayi.

Natasha ne upar dekha, aankh maari aur dheere se boli, “Aapka 'Hatiyar' toh bahut hi hard aur bada lag raha hai, sir…”

Usne apni gaand ko aur zor se peeche dhakel diya. Jethalal ka 8-inch lund uski panty ke upar se uski gaand ki darar mein bilkul fit ho gaya. Sirf kapde ke layer ke wajah se alag tha. Natasha dheere-dheere apni gaand hila rahi thi, jaise chhup-chhup kar lund ko massage de rahi ho.

Jethalal ke haath kaanp rahe the. Usne ek haath aage badhaya aur Natasha ki gaand ko dabane ki koshish ki hi thi ki tabhi uska phone zor-zor se bajne laga.

Caller ID: BAPUJI (KUTCH)

Jethalal ki halat kharab ho gayi. “Aare Bapuji!…!”

Natasha muskurayi, dheere se piche hati aur apna dress theek karti hui boli, “Lagta hai aapka important call hai… main baad mein aati hoon… phone dekhne.”

Woh ek shararati smile dekar bahar nikal gayi, apni gaand ko jhumati hui.

Jethalal ne kapkapate haathon se phone uthaya.

“H-Hello… Bapuji… Pranam!”

Bapuji ki awaaz tez thi, “Jethiya! Sun… main kal subah aa raha hoon!”

(THUDDD!)

Jethalal ke haath se phone chut kar niche gira— kal Bapuji aane vale hai.

Agle din.

Subah ke 10 baj rahe the. Gokuldham Society mein dhoop achhi khasi chamak rahi thi. Jethalal apne naye 8-inch ke lund ko andar sambhalte hue station ke liye nikal raha tha. Bapuji ki train aane wali thi aur woh time pe pahunchna chahta tha.

Society ke gate tak pahunchte hi uski nazar samne padi — Babita Ji.

Aaj Babita ne ekdum zabardast tight red-black floral saree pehni thi. Saree itni tight thi ki uski har ek curve bilkul saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Blouse bahut chhota aur low-cut tha, jismein uske 38E size ke gore, bhare-bhare boobs har kadam ke saath zor-zor se oopar-neeche bounce kar rahe the. Pallu thoda sa slide hua hua tha, jisse deep cleavage saaf dikhai de raha tha. Unki gori skin subah ki dhoop mein chamak rahi thi.

Jethalal ka lund ek second mein hi khada ho gaya. Pant ke andar 8-inch ka mota lund zor se tent banane laga.

"Arey Babita Ji! Namaste! Namaste!" Jethalal turant aage badha. "Aapke haath mein itne bhaari bags? Mere hote hue aap ye vazan uthayengi? Yeh toh paap ho jayega!"

Babita Ji muskurayi. Unki woh bheeghi-bheeghi smile dekh kar Jethalal ka dil aur uska lund dono pagal ho gaye.

"Jetha Ji, aap kahi ja rahe hain na? Aap late ho jayenge," Babita ne sharmate hue kaha.

Jethalal ne turant unke haathon se dono bhaari bags le liye aur ek tharki smile dete hue bola, "Aapka kaam pehle hai Babita Ji… baaki sab baad mein hota rahega. Aaiye, main aapko ghar tak chhod deta hoon."

Babita thoda blush kar gayi. Dono C-Wing ki taraf chal pade. Jethalal peeche chal raha tha, uski nazrein Babita ki patli kamar aur uski chaudi, gol-gol gaand ko taad rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath saree uski gaand par kas rahi thi. Jethalal ka 8-inch lund ab bilkul pathar jaisa sakht ho chuka tha. Har step mein pant ke andar ragad khakar usko mazaa aa raha tha.

"Uffff… Babita Ji ki gaand toh aaj bilkul killer hai. Agar ek baar ispe haath pher loon… Trambak Maharaj, aapne jo ashirwad diya hai uska asar toh abhi se hi dikh raha hai," Jethalal ne man hi man socha.

Tabhi peeche se ek tez awaaz aayi.

"Areyyy! Tapu ke Papa! Aap abhi tak gaye nahi?! Train nikal jayegi!"

Daya bhagti hui aayi. Usne dekha Jethalal ke haath mein bags hain. Bina kuch soche-samjhe woh aage badhi aur Jethalal ke haath se bags jhatak liye.

"Arey wah! Aap ghar ke liye saman laaye hain? Bahut achha! Layiye mujhe dijiye, aap jaldi station jaaiye!"

Jethalal ki aankhein phat gayi. "Arre Daya… yeh…"

Lekin Daya sunne ko taiyar nahi thi. Woh bags le kar ghar ki taraf chal di.

Babita Ji hairaan reh gayi, "Arey Daya Bhabhi… woh mera saman tha…"

Jethalal ne jaldi se muskurate hue kaha, "Chinta mat kijiye Babita Ji! Main station se aakar aapka saman aapke ghar pahuncha dunga. Personally!"

Usne Babita ki taraf ek aur tharki look maara, jismein uske boobs ko upar se neeche tak ghoorna shamil tha. Babita ne halka sa smile di.

Jethalal ne dil mein socha, "Aaj toh Bapuji aa rahe hain… warna Babita Ji ko abhi ke abhi ghar chhod kar thoda maza le leta."

Woh tez kadmon se station ki taraf bhaaga. Raste bhar uska lund khada tha. Babita ki yaad mein usne teen baar apni pant ke upar se hi lund ko daba-daba kar control kiya.

Jethalal station pahuncha toh train platform par aa chuki thi. Platform bhara hua tha. Thodi der baad usne Bapuji ko dekha — woh purani safed dhoti meh the. Haath mein ek bhaari lohe ka baksa (steel trunk) tha jo bahut purana aur bhari lag raha tha.

Bapuji ne platform par kadam rakhte hi zor se awaaz lagayi, "Jethiyaaa!"

Jethalal tez kadmon se aage badha. "Bapuji! Aap aa gaye! Pranam!"

Bapuji ne usko upar se neeche tak dekha aur bola, "Arre Jethiya, aaj kal teri chaal mein kuch alag sa lag raha hai. Seedha khade ho jao!"

Jethalal ne apne 8-inch ke khade lund ko chhupane ki koshish ki aur muskurate hue bola, "Kuch nahi Bapuji… aapke aane ki khushi mein mann mein josh aa gaya hai!"

Bapuji ne apna bhaari steel box Jethalal ke haath mein thama diya. Box itna bhari tha ki Jethalal ko dono haathon se pakadna pada.

"Kya hai isme Bapuji?" Jethalal ne poocha.

Bapuji ne mysterious smile dete hue kaha, "Yeh sab waqt aane par pata chalega. Ab chalo, ghar chalte hain. Mujhe mere laal! Tapu se milna hai."

Jethalal box uthaye hue station se bahar nikla. Uske mann mein bohot sawaal the — Bapuji itni jaldi kyun aa gaye? Us box mein kya hai?.

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Hehe! Toh dosto dekha aapne? Jethalal ki 'deal' abhi finalize hone hi wali thi ki Bapuji ne 'interruption' daal di. Bapuji aakhir box meh kya lekar aaye hai? Kya unhe Trambak Maharaj ka pata chal gaya hai? Aur kya ye Natasha sirf ek customer hai ya kisi bade kaand ki shuruat? Aba aage kya honga janiye next part meh!"

[ Part 1 of 5 Completed ]

 

[hotaks]

[TRAMBAK MAHARAJ KA NAYA SANSAR]

Chapter 2: Agni-Pariksha Aur Naye Rishte (The Awakening)

[ Part 2 of 5: Bapuji Ka 'Swagat' ]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste Dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Bapuji Gokuldham pahunch chuke hain. Ab pura society unka swagat karne taiyar hai. Dekhate hai, aba aage ky honga dekhnege!"

Jethalal Bapuji ko lekar society ke main gate pahuncha. Wahan pehle se hi poora Gokuldham ikattha tha. Bhide, Sodhi, Iyer, Haathi — sab log khade the. Ladies bhi peeche khadi thi.

"Bapuji Pranam!" sabne ek saath kaha.

Bhide aage badha aur Bapuji ke gale mein phoolon ka haar daal diya. "Aapka swagat hai Bapuji! Gokuldham aapke aane se pavitra ho gaya."

Phir shuru hua chhoone ka silsila. Pehle saare gents ne ek-ek karke Bapuji ke pair chhue. Bapuji har ek ko ashirwad dete hue muskurate rahe.

Ab ladies ki baari thi.

Sabse pehle aayi Daya Bhabhi. Usne aaj ek light pink floral saree pehni thi jiska blouse kaafi tight aur low-cut tha. Woh jhuk kar Bapuji ke pair chhoone lagi. Jaise hi woh niche jhuki, uske bhaari, gore boobs blouse ke andar se zor se dab kar bahar ki taraf aaye. Deep cleavage bilkul saaf dikhai de raha tha. Bapuji ne aankhein badi karke dekha. Daya ke boobs itne close the ki unki garmi bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Jeeti raho beti… bahut khush raho" Bapuji ne dheere se kaha, lekin unki nazar Daya ke cleavage se hat hi nahi rahi thi.

Uske baad aayi Anjali Bhabhi. Anjali ne ek tight salwar-kameez pehna tha. Jab woh Bapuji ke pair chhoone ke liye jhuki, toh uski kameez ka gala itna loose tha ki dono boobs ka gehra cleavage aur unki creamy skin sidha Bapuji ke muh ke saamne aa gayi. Anjali ke boobs bahut tight aur ubhre hue the.

Bapuji ne thoda aur aage jhuk kar dekha aur muskurate hue bola, "Jeeti raho beti… khush raho."

Anjali ke uthne ke baad Bapuji ki saans thodi tez ho chuki thi. Unki purani aankhein aaj kal ki jawani ko dekh kar jag rahi thi.

Aur phir aayi woh pal — Roshan Bhabhi.

Roshan aaj ek deep-neck, tight yellow short dress pehna tha jo uske curvy figure ko bahut khubsoorti se dikha rahi thi. Kurti ka gala itna gehra aur chauda tha ki uske 34D size ke bhaari, rasile boobs aadhe se zyada bahar jhalak rahe the. Jab woh Bapuji ke pair chhoone ke liye ekdum niche jhuki, toh uske dono boobs zor se neeche ki taraf latak gaye. Dress itna loose tha ki dono boobs ke beech ka gehra khadda aur unki pinkish-nipple wali skin ka halka sa hissa bhi Bapuji ke aankhon ke bilkul saamne tha.

Bapuji ki aankhein phat gayi.

Unke muh se awaaz nikal gayi, "Arre waah…"

Woh ashirwad dene ke bahane thoda aur aage jhuk gaye. Unki nazar Roshan ke jhulte hue boobs par atak gayi thi. Roshan ke boobs itne bhaari aur soft the ki halki si hawa mein bhi hil rahe the. Bapuji ne aur thoda aage badhne ki koshish ki taaki aur achhe se dekh sakein.

Tabhi...

CHADAAAAAK!

Bapuji ki kamar ne achanak awaaz ki. Unka chehra dard se twist ho gaya.

"Aee Jethiyaaaaaa! Meri kamar!" Bapuji zor se chillaye aur wahi zameen par baith gaye. Unka haath kamar par tha aur chehra peeda se laal ho raha tha.

Poori society mein hahakar mach gaya.

"Arey Bapuji! Kya hua?!" Jethalal bhagta hua aage aaya.

Roshan ghabra kar turant khadi ho gayi. Unke boobs abhi bhi zor se hil rahe the.

Bapuji dard mein the, lekin unki aankhein abhi bhi Roshan ke boobs par lagi hui thi. Woh soch rahe the — "Yeh toh sach mein maut aa gayi… lekin maut bhi kitni sundar hai!"

Jethalal ne turant Bapuji ko sambhala. "Bapuji, Kya hua?"

Bhide aage badha, "Jaldi se Bapuji ko ghar par lekar chalo! Haathi bhai, aap madad karo."

Sodhi ne bhi haath badhaya, "Arre Bapuji, aap itna jhuke kyun the? Abhi toh aaye ho, aise mat gir jao!"

Iyer side mein khade muskurate hue bola, "Science ke hisaab se yeh age-related spinal issue lagta hai."

Sab logon ne milkar Bapuji ko bedroom mein le jaakar bed par letaya. Bapuji dard se karah rahe the. Jethalal, Mehta Sahab, Haathi, Sodhi, Iyer aur Bhide — sab gents semi-circle banakar khade ho gaye. Door ke paas Daya Bhabhi, Anjali Bhabhi, Roshan Bhabhi aur Babita Ji khadi thi. Sab apne apne dimaag chala rahe the.

Bhide turant bol pada, "Mujhe lagta hai humein zameene ka ilaj karna chahiye. Mere gaon mein ek nuskha hai — garam paani ki sekai aur hing lagana!"

Iyer ne science wali style mein bola, "Arre nonsense! Yeh clearly lumbar strain hai. Proper rest, painkiller aur physiotherapy chahiye."

Dr. Haathi ne apni bhaari awaaz mein kaha, "Injection laga dete hain. Ek strong painkiller injection se turant araam aa jayega."

Tabhi Anjali Bhabhi ne aage badhkar kaha, "Ek Idea! Main abhi jaakar 'Karele Ka Kada' bana kar lati hoon. Yeh dard ke liye ram baan hai!"

Anjali ne turant Daya Bhabhi aur Roshan Bhabhi ko saath le liya aur teeno kitchen ki taraf chali gayi.

(-_-)

Jaise hi ladies bahar gayi, bedroom mein gents logon ki bolti band ho gayi. Sab Mehta Sahab ko dekhne lage.

Mehta Sahab ne muskurate hue bola, "Bohot badiya hota hai 'Karela ka kada', meh roz pita hu."

Bapuji bed par let kar halki si siski le rahe the.

Tabhi Bhide ne phir se bola, "Mujhe lagta hai sabse behtar hai Bapuji ki maalish karni chahiye."

Sodhi turant excited ho gaya. "Arre waah! Zindagi mein pehli baar tune sahi advice di hai Bhide-pra! Main karta hoon maalish! Hatao sabko!"

Jethalal ne turant rok diya, "Arre arre Sodhi bhai! Maalish karni hai, maar nahi dalna hai Bapuji ko! Aapko maalish aati bhi hai kya?"

Sodhi ne chest fula kar kaha, "Mujhe nahi aati? Mainne itni saari haddiyaan todi hain life mein… aaj jodna bhi seekh lunga!" Usne ek tharki smile di.

Sabki bolti phir se band ho gayi.



Tabhi ek meethi aur soft awaaz aayi. Background mein jaise romantic music baj raha ho — Haiiii Myy myy jaan...

Babita Ji ne dheere se kaha, "Mujhe maalish karna aata hai…"

Poora bedroom khamosh ho gaya. Sab log Babita Ji ki taraf dekhte reh gaye. Jethalal ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.

Babita Ji aage badhi aur calmly boli, "Aap ek kaam kijiye… Chacha Ji ko ulta let dijiye. Pet ke bal. Tabhi achhe se maalish ho payegi."

Sab logon ne turant Bapuji ko ulta kar diya. Bapuji ab pet ke bal let gaye the. Unki dhoti thodi upar chadh gayi thi aur unki peeth saaf dikhai de rahi thi.

Babita Ji ne Jethalal ki taraf dekha aur pucha, "Jetha Ji… aapke ghar mein tel ki bottle toh hogi na?"

Jethalal ful-fula hokar turant bola, "Tel ki bottle ki kya baat kar rahi ho Babita Ji… mere paas …"

Woh aage bolne hi wala tha ki achanak usko yaad aaya ki room meh sab the. Usne jaldi se apna muh band kiya aur bola, "Haan haan… hai! Main abhi laata hoon!"

Jethalal tez kadmon se bahar nikal gaya tel ki bottle lene.

Jaise hi woh bahar gaya, Iyer ka phone baj utha. Iyer ne call uthaya, "Hello Subramaniam… Haan… Achha… Theek hai, main abhi aata hoon."

Call cut karke Iyer ne sabko bataya, "Meri ek urgent meeting hai office meh. Bahut important hai. Babita, tum Chacha Ji ki achhe se maalish kar dena."

Itna kehkar Iyer bhi jaldi se chala gaya.

Thodi der baad Jethalal tel ki bottle le kar wapas aaya. Room mein andar ghus kar usne dekha — Iyer nahi tha.

"Aare Iyer bhai, kaha gaye?" Jethalal ne poocha.

Sodhi ne kaha, "Woh kuch kam se bahar gaya hai."

Iyer ke jaane ke baad bedroom mein sirf Jethalal, Mehta Sahab, Dr. Haathi, Bhide, Sodhi aur door ke paas khadi Babita Ji reh gayi thi. Hawa mein ek ajeeb si garmi faili hui thi.

Jethalal ne tel ki bottle Babita Ji ko di. Babita Ji ne bottle lete hue dheere se kaha, “Jetha Ji… Bapuji ka kurta nikaal dijiye na… warna tel lag jayega.”

Jethalal ne lightning speed se Bapuji ko thoda uthaya aur unka kurta nikaal diya. Bapuji ko wapas pet ke bal litaya gaya. Sab log impress ho gaye — itni jaldi Jethalal ne kaam kiya tha. (Akhir Babita Ji ko impress jo karna hai.)

Ab Babita Ji tel ki bottle lekar bed par chadhne hi wali thi ki tabhi Bhide ne bol pada, “Arre Babita Ji! Agar aap saree mein maalish karengi toh saree par tel lag jayega aur aapko takleef bhi hogi. Ek kaam kijiye… aap saree nikaal dijiye. Aapko comfortable bhi hoga maalish karne mein.”

Mehta Sahab, Sodhi, Haathi — sabne turant saath mein kaha, “Haan haan… bilkul sahi kaha Bhide!”

Babita Ji ne mann hi mann socha, “Kitne naughty hain yeh sab… lekin theek hai.” Uske honthon par ek halki si shararati smile aa gayi.

Babita Ji ne tel ki bottle side mein rakh di. Phir sabke saamne dheere-dheere apni saree ka pallu kholna shuru kiya. Jaise hi pallu nikal gayi, uske gore, bhare hue boobs blouse ke andar se aur zyada ubhar kar dikhai dene lage. Sabke lund ek saath pant ke andar hilne lage.

Jethalal ka 8 inch ka mota lund turant sakht ho gaya. Mehta Sahab ka 6.5 inch ka lund khada hone laga. Sodhi ka 6 inch ka lund tight hone laga. Bhide ka 5.5 inch chhota lekin tez ho gaya. Haathi bhai ka 4 inch ka lekin bahut mota lund bhi khada ho gaya.

Babita Ji ne dheere se apni saree ko kholna shuru kiya. Saree niche girte hi uski patli kamar, chaudi gol gaand aur smooth janghen sabke saamne aa gayi. Ab woh sirf pink blouse aur petticoat mein khadi thi.

Phir usne apna blouse bhi nikaal diya.

Jaise hi blouse nikal gayi, sabki saansen ruk gayi. Babita Ji ke 38E ke bade, bhare hue, gore boobs sirf ek tight pink bra ke andar qaid the. Woh boobs itne bhaari aur tight the ki bra ke andar se bahar aane ko tadap rahe the. Cleavage itni gehri aur tempting thi ki sabki nazrein wahi atak gayi.

Sabke lund ab poore khade ho chuke the. Pant ke andar tents ban gaye the.

Babita Ji ne thoda jhuk kar apna petticoat ka nada khola aur dheere se neeche kiya. Petticoat paon mein gir gaya. Ab woh sirf pink lace bra aur matching panty mein khadi thi. Uski panty itni tight thi ki uski gaand ki shape aur saamne wali bulge bilkul saaf dikhai de rahi thi.

Poore room mein sannata tha. Sabki aankhein Babita Ji ke almost nange jism par thi. Uske bhaari boobs, patli kamar, aur bhaari, gol gaand ko dekh kar har kisi ka lund zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

Babita Ji ne sabko nasheeli nazaro se dekha. Phir uski nazar ek-ek ke pant ke andar gayi. Sabke khade lund par usne halki si smile di. Lekin jab uski nazar Jethalal ke pant par padi, toh uski aankhein thodi badi ho gayi. Jethalal ka 8-inch ka lund pant mein itna bada tent bana raha tha ki baaki sab se kaafi alag aur bada lag raha tha.

Babita Ji ne thodi hairani se dekha, lekin turant ignore kar diya. Woh tel ki bottle uthayi aur bed par Bapuji ke paas chadh gayi.

Bapuji pet ke bal lete hue the, lekin unki aankhein bhi khuli thi. Unhone Babita Ji ko sirf bra-panty mein dekha tha. Unka purana 6.5 inch ka lund bhi dhoti ke andar khada ho chuka tha. Woh halke se hil raha tha.

Babita Ji ne bottle kholi, ek haath mein kaafi saara tel liya, bottle band ki aur side mein rakh di. Phir dono haathon ko achhe se tel se mal kar woh Bapuji ki peeth par baith gayi.

Uski bhaari gaand ab Bapuji ki kamar ke bilkul upar thi. Bra ke andar se uske boobs thoda sa jhuk kar latak rahe the. Babita Ji ne apne tel wale soft, garm haath Bapuji ki peeth par rakhe aur dheere-dheere malish karne lagi.

“Uffff… bahut achha lag raha hai beti…” Bapuji ne halki siski ke saath kaha.

Babita Ji ne apni ungliyon se Bapuji ki peeth ko achhe se dabaate hue malish shuru ki. Uski gaand halke-halke hil rahi thi. Har movement ke saath uske boobs bhi upar-neeche ho rahe the. Room mein sirf tel ki khushboo aur Babita Ji ke haathon ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Jethalal, Sodhi, Mehta, Bhide aur Haathi sab khade-khade dekh rahe the. Unke lund ab dard kar rahe the itne sakht the. Jethalal ka lund pant ke andar se bahar nikalne ko tadap raha tha.

Babita Ji ne malish karte hue thoda aur aage jhuk gayi. Uske boobs ab Bapuji ki peeth ke bilkul upar the. Woh zor se daba kar mal rahi thi, jisse uski puri jawani hil rahi thi.

Piche khade gents log Babita Ji ke nange jism ko dekh kar pagal ho rahe the.

Jethalal (mann mein): “Aahh… kya gaand hai Babita Ji ki! Ek baar bas zor se ek thappad maar loon… itni soft aur gol… uffff!”

Mehta Sahab (mann mein): “Kya kamar hai Babita Ji ki! Kitni patli aur chamakdar… ek baar inke soft haathon se handjob mil jaye toh zindagi ban jaye…”

Sodhi (mann mein): “Babita ne toh mera engine hi hang kar diya! Inki gaand maarne meh kitna maza aayenga… zor-zor se… peeche se pakad kar!”

Bhide (mann mein): “Waah… kya boobs hain! Bade-bade rasile aam jaise… inko chusne mile toh main apni puri life set hai!”

Dr. Haathi (mann mein): “Agar yeh mere lund chuse toh kitna maza aayenga … itne bhaari boobs… kitna maza dege…”

Sab log apne apne tharki khayalon mein doobe hue the. Unke lund pant ke andar sakht ho kar tadap rahe the. Par asli maza toh Bapuji le rahe the.

Babita Ji ki naram, garam gaand Bapuji ki kamar ke upar baithi hui thi. Har baar jab woh aage jhukti, uske bhaari 38E boobs Bapuji ki peeth se dab kar chipak jaate. Soft boobs ki garmi aur tel ki slippery feel Bapuji ko deewana bana rahi thi. Unka 6.5 inch ka lund dhoti ke andar puri tarah khada tha aur bed se ragad kha raha tha.

Babita Ji ne agle 10 minute tak achhe se maalish ki. Uski ungliyan Bapuji ki peeth par zor-zor se dabati, phir dheere se sehlati. Har movement ke saath uski gaand hilti, boobs latakte aur bra ke andar se cleavage aur bhi gehri dikhti. Yeh 10 minute saare mardon ke liye sabse maze ke the. Sab soch rahe the — acha hua Iyer yahan nahi tha, warna woh apni biwi ko is halat mein dekh kar pagal ho jata.

Babita Ji ne 10 minute baad malish khatam ki aur dheere se bed se utar kar khadi ho gayi. Tel se chamakte uske haath the. Woh jhuk kar apni saree uthane lagi. Jaise hi woh jhuki, uski panty mein lipti bhaari gaand ekdum ubhar kar sabke saamne aa gayi. Gaand ki darar mein panty thodi si andar dhansi hui thi.

Tabhi Bhide aage badh gaya. Usne jaldi se saree utha li aur muskurate hue bola, “Aaiye Babita Ji… main lekar chalta hoon. Aapke haath tel se bhare hain.”

Sab logon ko jalan hui. Bhide pehle aa gaya tha.

Babita Ji ne haath aage kiye aur Bhide ke saath room se bahar nikal gayi. Piche-piche Bhide uski uchalti hui gaand ko ghoorte hue ja raha tha.

Dono baju wale washroom mein pahunch gaye. Babita Ji ne kaha, “Bhide bhai, aap mujhe saree yahin de dijiye… main pehen lungi.”

Lekin Bhide ne ek tharki smile di aur bola, “Arre nahi Babita Ji… aap pehle apne haath saaf kar lijiye. Tab tak main yahin khada hoon.”

Babita Ji sink ke saamne aage jhuk gayi aur haath dhone lagi. Uski gaand piche ki taraf ubhar gayi. Bhide jaan-bujh kar aage badha aur apna sakht 5.5 inch ka lund Babita Ji ki gaand par dhakel diya.

“Sorry Babita Ji… thoda tight space hai,” usne dheere se kaha aur halke-halke apna lund uski gaand ki darar mein ragadne laga.

Babita Ji ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh chup-chaap haath dhoti rahi. Uske chehre par ek halki si laali chadh gayi thi.

Haath dhone ke baad Babita Ji ne saree li. Bhide bahar nikal gaya, lekin darwaze par khada raha. Babita Ji ne bathroom ke andar apni bra aur panty ke upar saree pehen li. Jaate waqt usne mirror mein ek naughty smile diya.

Dono wapas bedroom mein aa gaye.

Jethalal ne tab tak Bapuji ka kurta pehna diya tha. Sab log ab bilkul normal behave kar rahe the — jaise abhi tak bhajan ga rahe hon.

Tabhi Daya Bhabhi, Anjali Bhabhi aur Roshan Bhabhi andar aayi. Anjali Bhabhi ke haathon mein ek steel ka glass tha jismein garam 'Karele Ka Kada' tha. Uski bhaap nikal rahi thi aur Anjali ne kapde se pakad rakha tha.

Daya ne dekhte hi pucha, “Arre… Bapuji ulta kyun lete hue hain?”

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Hehe! Toh dosto dekha aapne? Bhide bathroom mein thoda sa mazaa toh le aaya… aur ab 'Karele Ka Kada' aa chuka hai. Lekin asli khel toh abhi shuru hua hai. Daya Bhabhi ne puch liya ki Bapuji ulta kyun lete hain!! Kya abhi jo hua tha — Babita Ji ki sexy maalish ka banda abhi fut jayega?!

Aur agar Daya Bhabhi, Roshan Bhabhi aur Anjali Bhabhi ko yeh malum pad gaya ki Babita Ji ne sirf bra-panty mein, nangi hokar sabke saamne itni hot maalish ki thi… toh kya woh apne patiyon ko divorce de dengi? Aur sabse bada hungama toh tab hoga jab Iyer Bhai ko pata chalega ki unki patni Babita — dusre gents ke saamne nangi hokar sexy maalish de rahi thi!

Hungame rukne wale nahi hain… na hi mere naye sansar ki kahani!

Dekhte rahiye!! Aur aage kya hoga, yeh janiye next part mein!"

[ Part 2 of 5 Completed ]

 

[hotaks]

[TRAMBAK MAHARAJ KA NAYA SANSAR]

Chapter 2: Agni-Pariksha Aur Naye Rishte (The Awakening)

[ Part 3 of 5: Anjali Bhabhi Ka Jaal ]

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Namaste Dosto! Main hoon Trambak Maharaj. Bapuji ki kamar toh Roshan ke boobs ne tod di thi, par asli 'khel' toh ab shuru hoga. Daya bhabhi ne ek sawal pucha. Aur sab ki bolti band hogayi. Dekhate hai, aba aage kya hota hai!"

Jaise hi Daya Bhabhi ne pucha, “Arre… Bapuji ulta kyun lete hue hain?”, saare gents ki hawa tight ho gayi. Jethalal, Mehta Sahab, Bhide, Sodhi aur Dr. Haathi ek dusre ko dekhte reh gaye. Kisi ke muh se awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi.

Anjali Bhabhi ne aankhein terchi karke dekha aur boli, “Aap log humse kuch chhupa rahe hain kya?”

Usse pehle Babita Ji ne turant muskurate hue kaha, “Arre Daya Bhabhi! Mainne socha tha ki Bapuji ko thoda pet ke bal letane se unki kamar ko araam milega. Bas isiliye ulta letaya tha!”

Saare gents ne ek saath zor se “Haan haan!!” bol diya. Kisi ko shaq nahi hua. Sabne relief ki saans li.

Anjali Bhabhi Bapuji ke paas gayi aur bed ke paas niche baith gayi. Uske peeche Jethalal aur Mehta Sahab khade the. Jethalal ki nazar seedha Anjali Bhabhi ki tight salwar mein lipti bhaari gaand par atak gayi. Anjali jab jhuki toh uski gaand aur bhi ubhar kar dikhai dene lagi.

Anjali ne pyaar se kaha, “Chacha Ji… yeh 'Karela ka kada' pi lijiye. Bahut araam milega.”

Bapuji ne sirf thoda sa uthaya aur pura garam kada ek saans mein pi liya. Baaki sab gents ko ulti si aa rahi thi.

“Koi! 'Karela ka kada'… kaise pi sagata hai?” Sodhi ne dheere se bola.

Kada peete hi Bapuji ne kaha, “Thoda araam mila beta… shukriya!”

Sabne socha ki ab Bapuji ko araam karne dena chahiye. Saare log apne-apne ghar chalne lage.

Shaam ka waqt tha. Jethalal dukaan se wapas aa chuka tha. Daya kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi. Tabhi hall mein Bapuji aakar sofa par baith gaye.

“Bahu…” Bapuji ne awaaz lagayi.

Daya haath pochti hui kitchen se aayi. “Ji Bapuji… aapki kamar ab kaisi hai?”

Bapuji ne Daya ke bhaari boobs ko blouse ke andar se dekhte hue kaha, “Ab theek hai bahu… lekin mere pair bohot dard kar rahe hain. Zara mera pair daba degi?”

Daya ne ek pyaari si smile di aur turant Bapuji ke saamne niche baith gayi. Usne Bapuji ka ek pair apne god mein le liya aur dheere-dheere malish karne lagi.

Bapuji sofa par baithe-baithe Daya ke low-cut blouse ke gehre cleavage ko ghuur rahe the. Daya jab jhukti, uske bhaari gore boobs aur bhi zyada dikhai dete. Bapuji ka 6.5 inch ka lund dhoti ke andar khada hone laga tha.

Thodi der baad Daya ko garmi hone lagi. Uske maathe par paseena aa gaya.

Bapuji ne dekha aur bola, “Arre bahu… agar tujhe garmi lag rahi hai toh yeh saree nikaal de. Araam se baith.”

Daya thoda hichkichayi, “Par Bapuji…”

Bapuji ne muskurate hue kaha, “Arre bahu… abhi ghar mein sirf main aur tu hi toh hain.”

Daya ne ek shararati smile di. Usne pehle apna pallu nikaal diya. Ab woh sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi. Phir usne apna blouse bhi dheere se nikaal diya. Ab Daya sirf petticoat aur tight bra mein Bapuji ke saamne baithi thi. Uske bhaari boobs bra ke andar se bahar aane ko tadap rahe the.

Bapuji bar-bar uske cleavage aur boobs ko dekh rahe the. Daya pure pyaar se apne sasur ke pair daba rahi thi, bilkul anjaan bani hui. Usne notice nahi kiya ki Bapuji uske boobs ko ghoor rahe the.

A-Wing, First Floor – Bhide Ghar

Wahin sham ka waqt tha. Bhide ke ghar par bachchon ke tuition chal rahe the. Aage Bhide likh raha tha, aur peeche Tapu aur Sonu saath mein baithe the.

Tabhi Tapu ne achanak apna haath Sonu ki jangh par rakh diya. Sonu ka muh khul gaya, lekin usne turant khud ko normal kiya aur Tapu ko shararati aankhon se dekha.

(Padhai-likhai ki umar mein yeh sab kar rahe hain yeh log…)

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Aur hamari Achar Queen Madhavi Bhabhi kitchen mein thi. Aaj unhone ek red sasti saree aur sasta blouse pehna tha. Blouse itna chhota tha ki unke boobs almost bahar aane ko the. Woh achar-papad bana rahi thi, jiske wajah se unki saree paseene se chipak gayi thi aur unki kamar aur gaand ki shape saaf dikhai de rahi thi.

Aise hi kuch din beet gaye…

Dekhte hi dekhte baarish ka mausam aa gaya tha. Aasman mein kaale ghane badal chhaye hue the aur zor-zor ki baarish ho rahi thi. Bijli chamak rahi thi aur tez hawa ke saath barish ka paani har taraf fail raha tha.

Aaj ka din kuch alag hi tha. Subah Jethalal hall mein sofa par baitha TV dekh raha tha. Baarish itni tez thi ki usne dukaan jaane ka plan cancel kar diya tha. Daya kitchen mein uske liye garam-garam pakode bana rahi thi. Bapuji aur Tapu apne kamre mein the.

TV par reporter Rita bata rahi thi — “Kai jagah par paani bhar gaya hai, log fas gaye hain, traffic jam ho gaya hai…”

Jethalal ne TV dekh kar bola, “Acha hua maine aaj dukaan jaane ka plan cancel kar diya. Warna toh…”

Tabhi ghar ka phone baj utha. Jethalal ne uthaya.

Samne se Anjali Bhabhi ki darr bhari awaaz aayi, “Jetha Bhai… jaldi mere ghar aa jaiye… please!”

Jethalal ne chinta se pucha, “Kya hua Anjali Bhabhi? Sab theek toh hai?”

Anjali ne rote hue kaha, “Please Jetha Bhai, kuch mat puchiye… aap bas jaldi aa jaiye!”

Jethalal ne turant ek chhata uthaya aur seediyon se tez kadmon se Anjali Bhabhi ke ghar pahunch gaya. Door knock karte hi Anjali Bhabhi ne darwaza khola. Uski aankhein laal ho rahi thi aur chehra dar se safed pada hua tha.

Jethalal andar aaya aur chhata side mein rakh diya. Anjali sofa par baith gayi aur phir se rone lagi.

Jethalal uske paas gaya aur khade reh kar pucha, “Kya hua Anjali Bhabhi? Aap ro kyun rahi hain?”

Anjali Bhabhi ne aansu pochte hue kaha, “Jetha Bhai… Tarak subah ek article dene office gaye the… abhi tak wapas nahi aaye. Unka phone bhi nahi lag raha hai.”

Jethalal ne apna phone nikala aur try kiya, lekin disconnect ho raha tha. Usse Anjali Bhabhi ki roti hui halat dekh nahi ja rahi thi. Woh itni helpless lag rahi thi.

Jethalal ne turant kaha, “Main ek kaam karta hoon Anjali Bhabhi… main naake tak jaakar dekhta hoon. Shayad Mehta Sahab wahan kahin fas gaye hon.”

Ye sunte hi Anjali Bhabhi jaat se uthi aur boli, “Jetha Bhai… main bhi aapke saath chalungi!”

Jethalal ne mana kiya, “Anjali Bhabhi, baarish bahut tez hai… aap ghar par hi rahiye.”

Lekin Anjali Bhabhi sunne ko taiyar nahi thi. Woh bahut pareshan thi. Aakhir mein Jethalal ko haar maanni padi. “Theek hai Anjali Bhabhi… chaliye.”

Jethalal ne ek chhata uthaya aur Anjali Bhabhi ne doosra chhata liya. Jaise hi Jethalal ne darwaza khola, tez hawa ke saath bahut zor ki baarish andar tak aa gayi. Hawa itni tez thi ki dono ko thoda peeche dhakel diya.

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Anjali Bhabhi ki dress turant geeli hone lagi. Dress uske sharir se chipakne lagi. Uski patli kamar, bhaari gaand aur ubhre hue boobs ka shape saaf dikhai dene laga. Dupatta bhi geela ho chuka tha aur uske andar bra ki outline saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Jethalal ne side se dekha. Anjali Bhabhi ki geeli kuti mein lipti jawani dekh kar uska 8-inch ka lund turant pant ke andar khada hone laga.

“Chaliye Jetha Bhai…” Anjali Bhabhi ne darr aur pareshani ke bawajood kaha.

Dono chhate lekar bahar nikle. Baarish itni tez thi ki chhate kaam nahi kar rahe the. Paani unke sharir par se bah raha tha. Anjali Bhabhi ki dress ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur uske jism par chipak gayi thi. Har kadam ke saath uski gaand hil rahi thi aur boobs bounce kar rahe the.

Hawa aur tez ho gayi. Anjali Bhabhi thand aur darr se kaanp rahi thi. Usne apna dupatta sambhalne ki koshish ki, lekin geeli hone ki wajah se woh aur zyada khisak gaya. Uski cleavage ab aur gehri dikhai de rahi thi.

Jethalal ne apna chhata thoda Anjali Bhabhi ki taraf kiya taaki usko zyada paani na lage, lekin isse dono aur paas aa gaye.

“Jetha Bhai… bahut tez baarish hai…” Anjali Bhabhi ne kaanpte hue kaha. Uski saans tez ho rahi thi aur geele boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the.

Jethalal ne himmat karke kaha, “Chinta mat kijiye Anjali Bhabhi… main hoon na. Mehta Sahab jaldi mil jayenge.”

Dono jaise-tese society ke gate tak pahunch gaye. Bahar ki halat bahut kharab thi. Paani itna zor se baras raha tha ki 2-3 feet aage kuch saaf nahi dikhai de raha tha. Tabhi ek tez hawa ka jhonka aaya aur Anjali Bhabhi ke haath se chhata fisal kar ud gaya.

“Arre!” Anjali Bhabhi chillayi.

Jethalal ne turant apna chhata unki taraf kiya. Ab dono ek hi chhate ke neeche khade the. Dono bilkul paas. Anjali Bhabhi ki geeli dress Jethalal ke sharir se lag rahi thi.

Anjali Bhabhi ne kaanpte hue kaha, “Jetha Bhai… agar hum yahan aur ruk gaye toh hum bhi fas jayenge. Chaliye wapas ghar chalte hain.”

Jethalal ne turant haan kar di. Dono wapas Anjali Bhabhi ke ghar ki taraf chal pade. Raste mein dono poore tarah bheeg chuke the.

Jaise hi ghar ke andar pahunche, Jethalal ne Anjali Bhabhi ko dekha. Uski dress ab poori tarah geeli ho kar uske jism se chipak gayi thi. Uski patli kamar, bhaari gol gaand aur ubhre hue boobs ka har curve saaf dikhai de raha tha.

Jethalal ka 8-inch ka lund turant pathar ki tarah khada ho gaya. Geeli pant ke andar woh itna sakht aur mota tha ki pant se saaf-saaf ubhar kar dikhai de raha tha.

Anjali Bhabhi ne jab apni aankhein ghumayi aur Jethalal ke niche dekha, uski aankhein phat gayi. Woh kuch seconds tak stare karti rahi. Uske gaal laal ho gaye aur uski saans tez ho gayi. Andar hi andar uski pyaas jag chuki thi.

Tabhi Jethalal ka phone baj utha.

Caller ID: Mehta Sahab

Jethalal ne call uthaya, “Haan Mehta Sahab! Kahan hain aap?!”

Mehta Sahab ki awaaz aayi, “Arre Jethalal! Yahan network bahut kharab hai. Main asal mein office aaya tha article dene. Baarish bahut tez ho gayi toh yahin ruk gaya hoon. Tum Anjali ko bata dena ki main baarish rukte hi aa jaunga. Hello… hello…”

Call disconnect ho gaya.

Anjali Bhabhi ne pareshani se pucha, “Kya hua Jetha Bhai? Tarak ne kya kaha?”

Jethalal ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aap chinta mat kijiye Anjali Bhabhi. Mehta Sahab office mein safe hain. Baarish rukne ke baad aayenge.”

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Ye sunte hi Anjali Bhabhi ki khushi ka thikana nahi raha. Usne geele kapdon ke saath hi Jethalal ko zor se hug kar liya. Uske bhaari, geele boobs Jethalal ke seene se bilkul chipak gaye. Jethalal ka sakht 8-inch lund seedha Anjali Bhabhi ki chut ke upar press ho gaya.

Thodi der baad Anjali Bhabhi ko ehsaas hua. Woh jaldi se peeche hati, lekin uski aankhon mein ab sharm ke saath pyaas bhi thi.

Anjali Bhabhi ne thoda flirt karte hue kaha, “Jetha Bhai… aap naha lijiye na. Dekhiye…” (usne Jethalal ke khade lund ki taraf ishara kiya) “Aap toh poore bheeg gaye hain.”

Jethalal ne shararati smile dete hue kaha, “Anjali Bhabhi, aap bhi toh poori bheeg chuki hain.”

Anjali Bhabhi ne apne aap ko dekha. Uski saree bilkul chipak gayi thi. Uske boobs aur gaand ka har inch saaf dikh raha tha. Woh sharma gayi.

Anjali Bhabhi: “Arre Jetha Bhai… aap bhi na! Aisi baatein kar rahe hain…”

Jethalal: “Sach bol raha hoon Anjali Bhabhi. Aapne khud ko itna achhe se maintain kiya hai… dekh kar mann nahi manta ki aapki umar…”

Anjali Bhabhi (sharmate hue): “Kya Jetha Bhai… aap bhi! Chaliye, aap pehle naha lijiye.”

Jethalal: “Nahi nahi… aap pehle jaaiye. Main baad mein naha lunga.”

Anjali Bhabhi: “Arre nahi! Aap mere ghar aaye hain, aap pehle fresh ho jaiye.”

Jethalal: “Anjali Bhabhi, ladies first. Aap jaaiye.”

Anjali Bhabhi (zid pakad kar): “Nahi! Aap hi pehle naha lijiye Jetha Bhai. Warna main aapse baat nahi karungi.”

Jethalal ne haath upar kar diye, “Theek hai… theek hai… aapki zid ke aage main haar gaya. Main naha leta hoon.”

Anjali Bhabhi ne jeet ki smile di.

Jethalal bathroom ki taraf chala gaya. Uski pant mein abhi bhi 8-inch ka khada lund saaf ubhara hua tha. Anjali Bhabhi uski peeth ke peeche dekhti rahi, phir apne geele boobs ko haathon se dabate hue sofa par baith gayi. Uski chut ab geeli hone lagi thi — aur yeh sirf baarish ki wajah se nahi thi.

Jethalal geele kapdon ke saath bathroom mein enter hua…

Jethalal bathroom mein enter hua aur darwaza band kar diya. Usne pehle apna geela shirt utara, phir pant kholi. Baniyan nikaali aur last mein apna underwear neeche kiya.

Jaise hi underwear gira, uska 8-inch ka mota, sakht lund ekdum se bahar kood pada. Poora khada hua tha aur upar ki taraf salami de raha tha. Nasen ubhari hui thi aur top par precum ki chamak dikhai de rahi thi.

Usne shower on karne se pehle side mein rakhe laundry basket ki taraf dekha. Thoda jhuk kar usne andar dekha — wahan Anjali Bhabhi ki 'Purple Lace Panty' padi thi. Jethalal ka lund aur bhi sakht ho gaya.

Woh chupke se panty utha kar apni naak se lagakar zor-zor se sunghne laga. Anjali Bhabhi ki chut ki halki si khushboo abhi bhi panty mein thi. Jethalal ki pyaas badh gayi. Usne jeeb bahar nikaali aur panty ko chatne laga — jaise Anjali Bhabhi ki chut ko chaat raha ho.

“Uffff… Anjali Bhabhi… kitni tasty…” woh dheere se bol utha.

Phir usne panty ko apne 8-inch ke lund par lapet kar ragadne shuru kar diya. Soft lace uske lund ki nasen par ragad kha rahi thi. Woh tez-tez hilane laga.

5 minute… 10 minute… 15 minute beet gaye, lekin uska paani nahi nikla.

Jethalal hairaan reh gaya. “Aare… mera toh pehle 15 minute mein nikal jata tha… aaj stamina itna badh gaya hai?”

Tabhi bahar zor ki bijli chamki. Jethalal ko hosh aaya. “Arre baap re! Yeh Anjali Bhabhi ka ghar hai! Jaldi naha kar nikalna chahiye!”

Usne jaldi se panty wapas basket mein rakh di, shower on kiya aur jaldi-jaldi naha liya.

Bahar aane par problem ye thi ki uske saare kapde geele the. Usne ek white colour ka bada towel dekha aur use apne kamar par lapet liya. Towel itna tight tha ki uska khada 8-inch lund saaf tent bana raha tha.

Jethalal hall mein aaya. Anjali Bhabhi sofa par baithi thi. Jaise hi usne Jethalal ko dekha, uski aankhein phat gayi. Jethalal ka towel ke andar wala mota lund bilkul saaf ubhara hua tha.

Jethalal ne jaldi se haathon se aage kiya aur sofa par baith gaya.

Anjali Bhabhi ne naughty awaaz mein has kar pucha, “Yeh kya hai Jetha Bhai?”

Jethalal ne awkward smile dete hue kaha, “Arre Anjali Bhabhi… mere paas doosre kapde nahi the na… isliye bas towel lapet liya.”

Anjali Bhabhi muskurayi aur boli, “Aap yahin baithiye… main abhi naha kar aati hoon.”

Narrator (Trambak Maharaj): "Hehe! Toh dosto dekha aapne? Jethalal ka lund full ready hai aur Anjali Bhabhi bhi garam ho rahi hai… aur unhone khud hi samne se bola hai ki woh nahane ja rahi hain! Kya yeh Jethalal ke liye khula invitation hai? Par kya Anjali Bhabhi ke iss jaal mein Jethalal itni aasani se fas jayega? Agar Anjali Bhabhi ke naha kar aane se pehle Mehta Sahab aa gaye? Ya Bapuji aa gaye aur unhone Jethalal ko is halat mein dekh liya? Tohh?

Hungame rukne wale nahi hain… na hi mere naye sansar ki kahani!

Dekhte rahiye!! Aur aage kya hoga, yeh janiye next part mein!"

[ Part 3 of 5 Completed ]

 

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anyone here still brave enough to take Anjali bhabhi on a date?