Mera naam Karan hai. Umra 24 saal. Main Noida ke ek middle-class society mein rehta hoon – 2BHK flat mein, papa 52 saal ke, private bank mein branch manager hain, maa 49 saal ki, school teacher hain, aur ek chhoti behen 19 saal ki, college first year mein padhti hai. Bachpan se mohalla hi meri duniya tha – cricket khelna terrace par, friends ke saath bike rides, evening mein colony park mein time pass. Papa strict the – padhai pe focus, no late nights, no girlfriends. School mein average student tha, lekin sports mein good – cricket team mein opening batsman. College mein BBA kar raha hoon, part-time job karti hoon tuition de kar bacchon ko maths. Girlfriends hue hain do – pehli school mein, sirf hand holding aur park mein baatein, dusri college mein, kiss bhi kiya canteen ke peeche, lekin sex nahi, break up ho gaya family pressure se. Porn dekhta hoon phone par chupke se, fantasies padosi bhabhiyon aur auntyon ke baare mein – unki mature body, saree mein curves, experience. Par real mein kabhi nahi socha – society mein galat, log kya kahenge, family reputation. Padosi bhabhi Meera ne sab badal diya – woh 32 saal ki, shaadi-shuda, husband bank mein clerk hain same branch mein papa ke, do bachche hain 6 aur 4 saal ke. Meera bhabhi bohot sundar – gori-chitti, height 5’5”, figure 36-30-38, bade chuche jo blouse mein mushkil se samate the, patli kamar, gaand bhari lekin toned yoga se. Lambi kaale baal, badi seductive aankhein, lips full aur pink. Bhabhi ghar sambhalti, bachchon ko school drop karti, evening mein balcony par baithti chai peeti. Main unhe "Bhabhi" bolta, woh mujhe "Karan beta" bolti, kabhi kabhi kitchen se snacks deti. Badi hui toh notice ki unki beauty – saree mein navel dikhna, blouse ka deep neck, walk mein gaand hilna. Ek baar Diwali par bhabhi ne mujhe gift diya – watch, aur bola, "Karan, tu bohot handsome ho gaya hai, girlfriend bana le." Main sharma gaya, "Bhabhi, time nahi." Woh has i, "Time nikal le, warna aunty jaisi ladkiyan le jayengi."
Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai summer vacation ke uss time se jab college holidays the aur garmi 45 degree cross kar gayi thi. May ka mahina, Delhi-Noida ki garmi killer, AC 24 hours on. Papa office se late aate, maa school se thaki hoti, behen coaching jaati. Main ghar par free tha – internship nahi tha, so time pass terrace par, phone par movies, friends se baatein. Ek din bhabhi ne bulaya, "Karan beta, ghar aao, bachchon ko homework mein help kar do." Main gaya – bhabhi ne pink cotton saree pehni, blouse sleeveless, sweat se geeli, chuche ubhar rahe the, navel dikh raha. Bachche so gaye the, bhabhi ne chai banayi, "Karan, baitho, garmi mein thak gaye honge." Main baitha, bhabhi paas baithi, saree pallu side, cleavage dikh raha. Main dekh ta raha, lund tight ho gaya. Bhabhi notice ki, muskura di, "Kya dekh raha hai beta?" Main sharma gaya, "Kuch nahi bhabhi… aap sundar lag rahi ho." Woh has i, "Badmaash… badi baatein karne laga hai." Haath mere haath par rakh diya, "Tu bhi handsome ho gaya hai, girlfriend hai?" Main, "Nahi bhabhi… time nahi." Woh kaan mein boli, "Toh bhabhi company de degi." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Bhabhi… yeh galat hai." Woh, "Galat lekin exciting. Ek kiss toh de de."
Achanak bhabhi ne mujhe kiss kar diya – zor se, lips crush, jeebh andar. Pehli baar bhabhi se kiss – honth garam, taste chai ka. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Bhabhi, "Karan… bedroom chal te hain, bachche so rahe hain, husband office se late aayenge." Bedroom mein pahunch, bhabhi saree khich kar utari – blouse, petticoat. Blouse khola, bra bahar, chuche dabane lagi mere haath se, "Daba zor se… bhabhi ke chuche daba." Main dabaya, "Uffff bhabhi… kitne soft… chus loon?" Woh, "Chus Karan… bhabhi ko mazaa de." Chusne laga, nipples laal kar diya.
Phir bhabhi niche, pant kholi, lund bahar, chusne lagi – blowjob. "Aaaahhh… bhabhi… chus zor se." Jhad gaya muh mein.
Bhabhi let gayi, taange faila, choot chaati maine – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. "Aaaahhhhh… Karan… chaat bhabhi ki choot… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala, thoka. "Aaaahhhh… bhabhi… tight hai… maar daalo." Andar jhad gaya – creampie, "Le bhabhi… pregnant kar doonga."
Yeh shuruaat thi. Agle din chachi ke ghar par chudai – pool mein, gym mein, kitchen mein. ummer vacation ki agli subah ghar mein sab uthe – breakfast kiya, parents office aur school gaye. Bhabhi ne message kiya, "Karan beta, ghar aao, bachchon ko homework mein help chahiye." Main gaya – bhabhi ne short top aur mini skirt pehni thi – top crop, navel dikh raha, skirt thighs tak, gaand shape clear. Garmi se sweat se geeli, top chipka hua chuche par. Homework dekha – maths problems solve karte hue uska haath mere thigh par, "Bhabhi… garmi mein kitna pasina aa raha hai." Main, "Haan bhabhi… AC full on hai." Woh paas aayi, "Bhabhi… aap bhi pasine se geele ho." Haath mere shirt par, buttons kholne lagi, "Yeh shirt utar do, comfortable ho jaoge." Main shock, "Bhabhi… yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Woh sharma gayi lekin aankhein naughty, "Bhabhi… garmi hai, relax karo." Shirt utari, chest bare, woh haath fira rahi thi, "Karan… aapki body kitni strong ho gayi hai." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Bhabhi… husband dekh legi." Woh, "Husband office gaye hain, bachche school, no one is home." Woh kiss kar di – zor se, jeebh andar. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Bhabhi, "Karan… bedroom chal te hain, study table par nahi." Bedroom mein pahunch, Bhabhi top utari – bra black lace, chuche medium perfect shape. Haath mere shorts par, "Karan… yeh khada ho gaya hai." Shorts neeche, lund bahar. Bhabhi haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Karan… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Main, "Le bhabhi… chus." Blowjob di – garam muh, jeebh topi par, deep throat. Main moan, "Aaaahhh… bhabhi… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Jhad gaya muh mein, Bhabhi pi gayi.
Bhabhi let gayi, skirt neeche, choot bahar – shaved, pink honth swollen. Main choot chaati – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. Bhabhi moan, "Aaaahhhhh… Karan… kitni achhi jeebh… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani muh mein.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… bhabhi… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne laga, zor se. Jhad gayi, main andar jhad gaya – creampie.
Doosra round doggy – ghodi bani, peeche laga, hair pull, spank. "Bhabhi ki gaand mast… zor se… jhad rahi hoon."
Teesra round cowgirl – Bhabhi upar, uchal rahi, chuche bounce. "Le Karan… bhabhi tujhe chod rahi hai… pregnant kar de."
Kitchen mein chautha – counter par baitha kar standing thoka. Balcony mein paanchva – railing laga kar, city lights mask. Sixth living room – couch par reverse cowgirl. Seventh bedroom again – sideways spooning, slow passionate. Eighth shower – water gir raha, wall se laga kar. Ninth study table – books side kar ke baitha kar thoka.
Dopahar ke 3 baje mummy wapas aayi, sab normal. Par ek mahine baad Bhabhi period miss – test positive, mera baby. Bhabhi ko bata diya, emotional, "Karan, abort kar lo," lekin Bhabhi rakha. Guilt, excitement – rishta gehra, lekin neighbor drama. Bhabhi ne ghar wapas ja kar manage kiya, secret humara. Ab meetings chupke se, life changed with new responsibilities, but passion alive. Bhabhi's pregnancy glow, increased drive – more chudai. Yeh end hai, lekin kahani jaari rahegi dil mein.
Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai summer vacation ke uss time se jab college holidays the aur garmi 45 degree cross kar gayi thi. May ka mahina, Delhi-Noida ki garmi killer, AC 24 hours on. Papa office se late aate, maa school se thaki hoti, behen coaching jaati. Main ghar par free tha – internship nahi tha, so time pass terrace par, phone par movies, friends se baatein. Ek din bhabhi ne bulaya, "Karan beta, ghar aao, bachchon ko homework mein help kar do." Main gaya – bhabhi ne pink cotton saree pehni, blouse sleeveless, sweat se geeli, chuche ubhar rahe the, navel dikh raha. Bachche so gaye the, bhabhi ne chai banayi, "Karan, baitho, garmi mein thak gaye honge." Main baitha, bhabhi paas baithi, saree pallu side, cleavage dikh raha. Main dekh ta raha, lund tight ho gaya. Bhabhi notice ki, muskura di, "Kya dekh raha hai beta?" Main sharma gaya, "Kuch nahi bhabhi… aap sundar lag rahi ho." Woh has i, "Badmaash… badi baatein karne laga hai." Haath mere haath par rakh diya, "Tu bhi handsome ho gaya hai, girlfriend hai?" Main, "Nahi bhabhi… time nahi." Woh kaan mein boli, "Toh bhabhi company de degi." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Bhabhi… yeh galat hai." Woh, "Galat lekin exciting. Ek kiss toh de de."
Achanak bhabhi ne mujhe kiss kar diya – zor se, lips crush, jeebh andar. Pehli baar bhabhi se kiss – honth garam, taste chai ka. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Bhabhi, "Karan… bedroom chal te hain, bachche so rahe hain, husband office se late aayenge." Bedroom mein pahunch, bhabhi saree khich kar utari – blouse, petticoat. Blouse khola, bra bahar, chuche dabane lagi mere haath se, "Daba zor se… bhabhi ke chuche daba." Main dabaya, "Uffff bhabhi… kitne soft… chus loon?" Woh, "Chus Karan… bhabhi ko mazaa de." Chusne laga, nipples laal kar diya.
Phir bhabhi niche, pant kholi, lund bahar, chusne lagi – blowjob. "Aaaahhh… bhabhi… chus zor se." Jhad gaya muh mein.
Bhabhi let gayi, taange faila, choot chaati maine – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. "Aaaahhhhh… Karan… chaat bhabhi ki choot… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala, thoka. "Aaaahhhh… bhabhi… tight hai… maar daalo." Andar jhad gaya – creampie, "Le bhabhi… pregnant kar doonga."
Yeh shuruaat thi. Agle din chachi ke ghar par chudai – pool mein, gym mein, kitchen mein. ummer vacation ki agli subah ghar mein sab uthe – breakfast kiya, parents office aur school gaye. Bhabhi ne message kiya, "Karan beta, ghar aao, bachchon ko homework mein help chahiye." Main gaya – bhabhi ne short top aur mini skirt pehni thi – top crop, navel dikh raha, skirt thighs tak, gaand shape clear. Garmi se sweat se geeli, top chipka hua chuche par. Homework dekha – maths problems solve karte hue uska haath mere thigh par, "Bhabhi… garmi mein kitna pasina aa raha hai." Main, "Haan bhabhi… AC full on hai." Woh paas aayi, "Bhabhi… aap bhi pasine se geele ho." Haath mere shirt par, buttons kholne lagi, "Yeh shirt utar do, comfortable ho jaoge." Main shock, "Bhabhi… yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Woh sharma gayi lekin aankhein naughty, "Bhabhi… garmi hai, relax karo." Shirt utari, chest bare, woh haath fira rahi thi, "Karan… aapki body kitni strong ho gayi hai." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Bhabhi… husband dekh legi." Woh, "Husband office gaye hain, bachche school, no one is home." Woh kiss kar di – zor se, jeebh andar. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Bhabhi, "Karan… bedroom chal te hain, study table par nahi." Bedroom mein pahunch, Bhabhi top utari – bra black lace, chuche medium perfect shape. Haath mere shorts par, "Karan… yeh khada ho gaya hai." Shorts neeche, lund bahar. Bhabhi haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Karan… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Main, "Le bhabhi… chus." Blowjob di – garam muh, jeebh topi par, deep throat. Main moan, "Aaaahhh… bhabhi… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Jhad gaya muh mein, Bhabhi pi gayi.
Bhabhi let gayi, skirt neeche, choot bahar – shaved, pink honth swollen. Main choot chaati – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. Bhabhi moan, "Aaaahhhhh… Karan… kitni achhi jeebh… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani muh mein.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… bhabhi… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne laga, zor se. Jhad gayi, main andar jhad gaya – creampie.
Doosra round doggy – ghodi bani, peeche laga, hair pull, spank. "Bhabhi ki gaand mast… zor se… jhad rahi hoon."
Teesra round cowgirl – Bhabhi upar, uchal rahi, chuche bounce. "Le Karan… bhabhi tujhe chod rahi hai… pregnant kar de."
Kitchen mein chautha – counter par baitha kar standing thoka. Balcony mein paanchva – railing laga kar, city lights mask. Sixth living room – couch par reverse cowgirl. Seventh bedroom again – sideways spooning, slow passionate. Eighth shower – water gir raha, wall se laga kar. Ninth study table – books side kar ke baitha kar thoka.
Dopahar ke 3 baje mummy wapas aayi, sab normal. Par ek mahine baad Bhabhi period miss – test positive, mera baby. Bhabhi ko bata diya, emotional, "Karan, abort kar lo," lekin Bhabhi rakha. Guilt, excitement – rishta gehra, lekin neighbor drama. Bhabhi ne ghar wapas ja kar manage kiya, secret humara. Ab meetings chupke se, life changed with new responsibilities, but passion alive. Bhabhi's pregnancy glow, increased drive – more chudai. Yeh end hai, lekin kahani jaari rahegi dil mein.