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HUMA BANI ACCIDENTAL CALL GIRL - Revisited
Huma college ki wahi ladki thi jo sabko “Bhaiya, thodi help kar do na” bolke apna kaam nikalwa leti thi. Ek din uska dost Rohan ek truck ke neeche aa gaya—truck wala full Dhoom 2 mode mein brake maar diya, aur Rohan ka scooter seedha hospital ke bed pe land hua. College mein sab bole, “Arre, bechara Rohan!” Huma ko bhi thodi si hamdardi hui kyunki Rohan uska assignment ka baap tha—last minute bhi “Huma, ye formula likh le” bolke uski gaand bachata tha.
Hospital mein “No visitors” ka drama tha, to doston ka “Chalo milne” plan flop ho gaya. Ek mahine baad jab Rohan ghar aaya, sabne bola, “Chalo, thodi si mithai leke mil aate hain.” Huma ne socha, “Main bhi kuch laati hoon, dil khush kar doongi.” Sabne chhote-mote gifts liye—koi Parle-G, koi Frooti ka dabba. Huma ne ek “Get Well Soon” card kharida jisme likha tha, “Jaldi theek ho, warna assignment kaun banayega?” aur saath mein 5-Star ka ek bada pack—kyunki uske hisaab se chocolate se bada mazaa kuch nahi.
Huma auto se Rohan ke apartment pe pahunchi. Flat number nahi pata tha, to usne call kiya. “Haan, E-wing, 401,” Rohan bola. Huma ne phone kaatkar building mein ghoos gayi, lekin itna bada apartment tha ki lag raha tha Karan Arjun ka set ho—har taraf wing, lift, aur confusion. Woh ek lift mein chadhi, 401 ka button dekha, aur sochi, “Bas yahin hoga, main to badi tez hoon!” Thodi si idhar-udhar bhatakne ke baad ek darwaza mila—401 likha tha. Huma ne socha, “Wah, main kitni samajhdaar hoon!” aur darwaza khatkhataya.
2-3 minute baad darwaza khula, aur samne ek kala sa banda khada tha—shakal aisi jaise Gunda movie ka extra ho. Usne Huma ko dekha aur bola, “Arre, aa gayi randi!” Andar chillaya, “Bhai log, chut aa gayi, jaldi ao!” Huma ke dimag mein ek chhota sa “Kya bakchodi hai?” wala bulb jala, lekin usse kuch samajh pate, bande ne uska haath pakda aur andar kheench liya. Darwaza “dham” se band!
Andar ka scene to pura Garam Masala movie tha. Ek ladka kitchen se tongs leke nikla, paseene mein latpat, jaise tandoori chicken fry kar raha ho. “Arre, saali, itni der laga di—chicken thanda ho gaya!” usne kaha. Huma soch rahi thi, “Main to Rohan ko chocolate dene aayi hoon, yeh chicken party kyun chal rahi hai?” Tabhi char aur ladke aaye—ek ke haath mein daaru ka peg, doosra “Munni Badnaam Hui” chala raha tha, aur teesra apni jeans utar raha tha jaise abhi “Mr. India” banega.
Ek ne Huma ko ghoora aur bola, “Arre, tu to photo wali jaisi nahi hai!” Doosra, jo peg pi raha tha, bola, “Saale, photo se lund khada karega kya? Yeh garam chut haath aayi hai, ab pel na!” Sab hasne lage, aur Huma ke aas-paas ek chhota sa dance floor ban gaya. Do ladke uske saath “thumka” laga rahe the, aur Huma bolne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Bhaiya, main galat ladki hoon!” Lekin music itna tez tha ki uski awaaz “chu chu” se bhi dheemi lag rahi thi.
Huma ab dance kar rahi thi—thodi si majboori mein, par uska badan khud-bakhud thumak raha tha. Ladke uske kapde tatolne lage, aur Huma soch rahi thi, “Arre, yeh kya ho raha hai? Main to chocolate dene aayi thi, yeh lund party kyun shuru ho gayi?” Usne kaha, “Ruko bhaiya, main woh nahi hoon jo tum soch rahe ho!” Lekin woh sunne wale kaun? Ek bola, “Arre, natak mat kar, hum sabko teri chut chahiye!” Aur dekhte hi dekhte, Huma ke kapde udd gaye—jaise Holi pe rang udta hai. Paanch ladke bhi apne lund nikal ke nange ho gaye, aur kamra ek desi porn film ka set ban gaya.
Pehla ladka aage aaya, apna mota lund haath mein leke bola, “Chal, saali, isse choos!” Huma ke paas ab koi rasta nahi tha—darwaza band, bahar jaane ka chance zero. Woh soch rahi thi, “Kahan phas gayi main?” Huma ne uska lund muh ke paas laya, honthon se chhua hi tha ki doosra ladka, daaru se latpata, uski kamar pakad ke chilla pada, “Arre, yeh to bed pe pelne ka maal hai!” Usne Huma ko jhatke se uthaya aur bed pe patak diya—jaise koi daaru ka bottle khol ke phenkta hai. Paanchon ladke, aadhe nashe mein, ek saath uspe toot pade—jaise bhukhe sher taze gosht pe.
Ek ne uski chut mein apna lund ghused diya, tezi se pelna shuru kiya, “Le saali, teri chut to ekdum garam hai!” woh chilla raha tha, uska paseena Huma ke chehre pe tapak raha tha. Doosra ladka peeche se uski gaand pe haath fer raha tha, apna lund uski gaand mein ghusane ki koshish karte hue bola, “Arre, yeh to double maza dega!” Teesra uske muh ke paas aaya, apna lund uske honthon pe ragadta hua, “Chal, muh khol, isko bhi maza do!” Chautha ladka, daaru ka glass haath mein liye, uski chhati pe chadh gaya, apna lund uske boobs ke beech ragadne laga, “Arre, yeh to ekdum soft hai, bhai!” Paanchwa banda uske pair pakad ke khada tha, apna lund uski janghon pe ragadta hua, “Isko pura nichod denge aaj!”
Huma ke charo taraf paanch lund ghoom rahe the—ek uski chut mein andar-bahar kar raha tha, doosra uski gaand mein ghus gaya tha aur zor-zor se dhakke maar raha tha, teesra uske muh mein tha, uske gale tak jaake “Aah, choos saali!” chilla raha tha. Chautha uske boobs ke beech apna lund ragad raha tha, aur paanchwa uski chut ke upar apna lund leke dobara ghusane ki jagah bana raha tha. Huma ko idhar-udhar ghumaya ja raha tha—kabhi ghodi banake to do ladke ek saath uski gaand aur chut mein pel rahe the, kabhi ulta karke teesra uske muh mein zor-zor se daal raha tha, kabhi ek ne uske baal pakde to doosre ne uski kamar. Ek bola, “Saali, teri chut to daaru se bhi zyada nasha deti hai!” Doosra hasa, “Aur yeh gaand—isko to pura khol denge!” Teesra, muh se lund nikalte hue bola, “Iska gala to pura bhar gaya, bhai!”
Do ghante tak yeh tamasha chala—paanchon ladke uske badan ke har kone ka mazaa le rahe the, ek ke baad ek, kabhi saath mein. Har lund ne uski chut ko chheda, uski gaand ko thoka, aur uske muh ko bhara—koi position chhoti nahi rahi. Kabhi do ladke ek saath uski chut aur gaand mein ghus gaye, teesra uske muh mein daal raha tha, jabki baki do uske boobs aur pet pe apne lund se khel rahe the. Huma ki chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand laal aur sooji hui thi, muh se thook aur maal ka mixture gir raha tha, aur badan pura paseene aur unke chhinte hue maal se san gaya tha. Ek ladka uske muh mein jhad gaya, “Le, yeh to pura pi gayi!” bola, doosre ne uski chut pe chhod diya, “Arre, yeh to abhi bhi gili hai!” teesre ne gaand ke andar maal bhar diya, “Isko to pura khol diya!” aur baki do ne uske pet aur chhati pe apna nishaan chhoda. “Arre, yeh to full paisa vasool hai!” ek bola, jabki doosra thak ke bed pe girte hue bola, “Bhai, isne to humein hi thaka diya!” Huma bed pe padi thi, saans lete hue, soch rahi thi, “Yeh paanch lund ek saath? Meri to chut aur gaand gayi!” Music itna tez tha ki uska phone bajta raha, lekin use sunai hi nahi diya.
Jab sab khatam hua, ladkon ne uske haath mein note thama diye aur bole, “Le, 5K hain, tu to full paisa vasool nikli!” Huma thaki hui uthi, kapde pehne, aur bahar nikal gayi.
Do ghante baad, Huma society ke neeche ek bench pe baithi thi, thak ke chur, kapde thik kar rahi thi—uski jeans ka button toot gaya tha, aur top ke ek taraf maal ka daag lag gaya tha. Woh apne bag se note nikaal ke ginne lagi, ek-ek karke haath mein rakhti hui. “Arre, yeh kya chutiyapa? 5K bole the, aur yahan to bas 3.5K hain—do hazaar ka ek note, ek hazaar ka, aur paanch sau ke do!” Woh soch rahi thi, “Upar jaake tongs wale se boloon, ‘Bhaiya, baki 1.5K nikal, itni chut gaand mari hai meri, aur yeh kya kanjoosi?’” Note ginne ke baad usne bag mein daale, lekin ek note zameen pe gir gaya—woh jhukne lagi to gaand mein dard hua, “Aah, saale, pura badan tod diya!”
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—screen pe 8 missed calls uski friend ke dikh rahe the. Ab phone baj raha tha, to usne thaki hui awaaz mein call uthaya, “Haan, bol na!”
“Huma, tu kahan hai? Main kabse call kar rahi hoon! Hum E-wing 401 pe hain. Tu thik to hai na?” friend ne poocha.
Huma ne bola, “Arre, main flat dhundhte-dhundhte bhatak gayi thi, bahut der tak park mein hi thi. Phone galti se silent pe tha, isliye nahi uthaya.”
Friend hasne lagi, “Huma, tu sach mein ek number ki alag hai! Chal, ab seedha E-wing aa, lift se chauthi manzil, flat 401. Galat jagah mat jana!” Huma ne “Haan, haan” bola aur phone kaat diya.
Huma ne paise bag mein daale aur sahi flat ki taraf chal padi, lekin har kadam pe “Ouch, aah” nikal rahi thi—chut sooj gayi thi, gaand dard kar rahi thi, aur pair bhi thak gaye the. Jab woh Rohan ke flat pe pahunchi, dost uska chehra dekh ke bole, “Huma, tu itni thaki hui kyun hai? Yeh paseena kya hai?” Huma ek haath se kamar pakad ke, doosre se chehra chhupati hui boli, “Arre, flat dhundhte-dhundhte meri puri exercise ho gayi! Galat wing mein thodi si bhatak gayi, bas. Ab mujhe ek chai do, thakan utarni hai!”
Ek dost ne bola, “Chal, thodi si khichdi kha le, Rohan ke liye banayi hai.” Huma ne jaldi se haath hilaya, “Nahi nahi, maine park mein fried chicken kha liya tha, phone se order kar diya tha.” Andar se woh soch rahi thi, “Haan, chicken to khaaya tha, saath mein paanch lund ka bonus bhi mila!” Dost ne poocha, “Park mein kahan se order kiya?” Huma ne muskura ke bola, “Arre, ek app se, yaad nahi ab.” Dost hansne lage, aur Rohan bola, “Huma, tu sach mein ekdum mast hai!” Huma muskura di, lekin andar se soch rahi thi, “Mast nahi bhaiya, paanch lund se thak gayi hoon aaj!”
Huma college ki wahi ladki thi jo sabko “Bhaiya, thodi help kar do na” bolke apna kaam nikalwa leti thi. Ek din uska dost Rohan ek truck ke neeche aa gaya—truck wala full Dhoom 2 mode mein brake maar diya, aur Rohan ka scooter seedha hospital ke bed pe land hua. College mein sab bole, “Arre, bechara Rohan!” Huma ko bhi thodi si hamdardi hui kyunki Rohan uska assignment ka baap tha—last minute bhi “Huma, ye formula likh le” bolke uski gaand bachata tha.
Hospital mein “No visitors” ka drama tha, to doston ka “Chalo milne” plan flop ho gaya. Ek mahine baad jab Rohan ghar aaya, sabne bola, “Chalo, thodi si mithai leke mil aate hain.” Huma ne socha, “Main bhi kuch laati hoon, dil khush kar doongi.” Sabne chhote-mote gifts liye—koi Parle-G, koi Frooti ka dabba. Huma ne ek “Get Well Soon” card kharida jisme likha tha, “Jaldi theek ho, warna assignment kaun banayega?” aur saath mein 5-Star ka ek bada pack—kyunki uske hisaab se chocolate se bada mazaa kuch nahi.
Huma auto se Rohan ke apartment pe pahunchi. Flat number nahi pata tha, to usne call kiya. “Haan, E-wing, 401,” Rohan bola. Huma ne phone kaatkar building mein ghoos gayi, lekin itna bada apartment tha ki lag raha tha Karan Arjun ka set ho—har taraf wing, lift, aur confusion. Woh ek lift mein chadhi, 401 ka button dekha, aur sochi, “Bas yahin hoga, main to badi tez hoon!” Thodi si idhar-udhar bhatakne ke baad ek darwaza mila—401 likha tha. Huma ne socha, “Wah, main kitni samajhdaar hoon!” aur darwaza khatkhataya.
2-3 minute baad darwaza khula, aur samne ek kala sa banda khada tha—shakal aisi jaise Gunda movie ka extra ho. Usne Huma ko dekha aur bola, “Arre, aa gayi randi!” Andar chillaya, “Bhai log, chut aa gayi, jaldi ao!” Huma ke dimag mein ek chhota sa “Kya bakchodi hai?” wala bulb jala, lekin usse kuch samajh pate, bande ne uska haath pakda aur andar kheench liya. Darwaza “dham” se band!
Andar ka scene to pura Garam Masala movie tha. Ek ladka kitchen se tongs leke nikla, paseene mein latpat, jaise tandoori chicken fry kar raha ho. “Arre, saali, itni der laga di—chicken thanda ho gaya!” usne kaha. Huma soch rahi thi, “Main to Rohan ko chocolate dene aayi hoon, yeh chicken party kyun chal rahi hai?” Tabhi char aur ladke aaye—ek ke haath mein daaru ka peg, doosra “Munni Badnaam Hui” chala raha tha, aur teesra apni jeans utar raha tha jaise abhi “Mr. India” banega.
Ek ne Huma ko ghoora aur bola, “Arre, tu to photo wali jaisi nahi hai!” Doosra, jo peg pi raha tha, bola, “Saale, photo se lund khada karega kya? Yeh garam chut haath aayi hai, ab pel na!” Sab hasne lage, aur Huma ke aas-paas ek chhota sa dance floor ban gaya. Do ladke uske saath “thumka” laga rahe the, aur Huma bolne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Bhaiya, main galat ladki hoon!” Lekin music itna tez tha ki uski awaaz “chu chu” se bhi dheemi lag rahi thi.
Huma ab dance kar rahi thi—thodi si majboori mein, par uska badan khud-bakhud thumak raha tha. Ladke uske kapde tatolne lage, aur Huma soch rahi thi, “Arre, yeh kya ho raha hai? Main to chocolate dene aayi thi, yeh lund party kyun shuru ho gayi?” Usne kaha, “Ruko bhaiya, main woh nahi hoon jo tum soch rahe ho!” Lekin woh sunne wale kaun? Ek bola, “Arre, natak mat kar, hum sabko teri chut chahiye!” Aur dekhte hi dekhte, Huma ke kapde udd gaye—jaise Holi pe rang udta hai. Paanch ladke bhi apne lund nikal ke nange ho gaye, aur kamra ek desi porn film ka set ban gaya.
Pehla ladka aage aaya, apna mota lund haath mein leke bola, “Chal, saali, isse choos!” Huma ke paas ab koi rasta nahi tha—darwaza band, bahar jaane ka chance zero. Woh soch rahi thi, “Kahan phas gayi main?” Huma ne uska lund muh ke paas laya, honthon se chhua hi tha ki doosra ladka, daaru se latpata, uski kamar pakad ke chilla pada, “Arre, yeh to bed pe pelne ka maal hai!” Usne Huma ko jhatke se uthaya aur bed pe patak diya—jaise koi daaru ka bottle khol ke phenkta hai. Paanchon ladke, aadhe nashe mein, ek saath uspe toot pade—jaise bhukhe sher taze gosht pe.
Ek ne uski chut mein apna lund ghused diya, tezi se pelna shuru kiya, “Le saali, teri chut to ekdum garam hai!” woh chilla raha tha, uska paseena Huma ke chehre pe tapak raha tha. Doosra ladka peeche se uski gaand pe haath fer raha tha, apna lund uski gaand mein ghusane ki koshish karte hue bola, “Arre, yeh to double maza dega!” Teesra uske muh ke paas aaya, apna lund uske honthon pe ragadta hua, “Chal, muh khol, isko bhi maza do!” Chautha ladka, daaru ka glass haath mein liye, uski chhati pe chadh gaya, apna lund uske boobs ke beech ragadne laga, “Arre, yeh to ekdum soft hai, bhai!” Paanchwa banda uske pair pakad ke khada tha, apna lund uski janghon pe ragadta hua, “Isko pura nichod denge aaj!”
Huma ke charo taraf paanch lund ghoom rahe the—ek uski chut mein andar-bahar kar raha tha, doosra uski gaand mein ghus gaya tha aur zor-zor se dhakke maar raha tha, teesra uske muh mein tha, uske gale tak jaake “Aah, choos saali!” chilla raha tha. Chautha uske boobs ke beech apna lund ragad raha tha, aur paanchwa uski chut ke upar apna lund leke dobara ghusane ki jagah bana raha tha. Huma ko idhar-udhar ghumaya ja raha tha—kabhi ghodi banake to do ladke ek saath uski gaand aur chut mein pel rahe the, kabhi ulta karke teesra uske muh mein zor-zor se daal raha tha, kabhi ek ne uske baal pakde to doosre ne uski kamar. Ek bola, “Saali, teri chut to daaru se bhi zyada nasha deti hai!” Doosra hasa, “Aur yeh gaand—isko to pura khol denge!” Teesra, muh se lund nikalte hue bola, “Iska gala to pura bhar gaya, bhai!”
Do ghante tak yeh tamasha chala—paanchon ladke uske badan ke har kone ka mazaa le rahe the, ek ke baad ek, kabhi saath mein. Har lund ne uski chut ko chheda, uski gaand ko thoka, aur uske muh ko bhara—koi position chhoti nahi rahi. Kabhi do ladke ek saath uski chut aur gaand mein ghus gaye, teesra uske muh mein daal raha tha, jabki baki do uske boobs aur pet pe apne lund se khel rahe the. Huma ki chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand laal aur sooji hui thi, muh se thook aur maal ka mixture gir raha tha, aur badan pura paseene aur unke chhinte hue maal se san gaya tha. Ek ladka uske muh mein jhad gaya, “Le, yeh to pura pi gayi!” bola, doosre ne uski chut pe chhod diya, “Arre, yeh to abhi bhi gili hai!” teesre ne gaand ke andar maal bhar diya, “Isko to pura khol diya!” aur baki do ne uske pet aur chhati pe apna nishaan chhoda. “Arre, yeh to full paisa vasool hai!” ek bola, jabki doosra thak ke bed pe girte hue bola, “Bhai, isne to humein hi thaka diya!” Huma bed pe padi thi, saans lete hue, soch rahi thi, “Yeh paanch lund ek saath? Meri to chut aur gaand gayi!” Music itna tez tha ki uska phone bajta raha, lekin use sunai hi nahi diya.
Jab sab khatam hua, ladkon ne uske haath mein note thama diye aur bole, “Le, 5K hain, tu to full paisa vasool nikli!” Huma thaki hui uthi, kapde pehne, aur bahar nikal gayi.
Do ghante baad, Huma society ke neeche ek bench pe baithi thi, thak ke chur, kapde thik kar rahi thi—uski jeans ka button toot gaya tha, aur top ke ek taraf maal ka daag lag gaya tha. Woh apne bag se note nikaal ke ginne lagi, ek-ek karke haath mein rakhti hui. “Arre, yeh kya chutiyapa? 5K bole the, aur yahan to bas 3.5K hain—do hazaar ka ek note, ek hazaar ka, aur paanch sau ke do!” Woh soch rahi thi, “Upar jaake tongs wale se boloon, ‘Bhaiya, baki 1.5K nikal, itni chut gaand mari hai meri, aur yeh kya kanjoosi?’” Note ginne ke baad usne bag mein daale, lekin ek note zameen pe gir gaya—woh jhukne lagi to gaand mein dard hua, “Aah, saale, pura badan tod diya!”
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—screen pe 8 missed calls uski friend ke dikh rahe the. Ab phone baj raha tha, to usne thaki hui awaaz mein call uthaya, “Haan, bol na!”
“Huma, tu kahan hai? Main kabse call kar rahi hoon! Hum E-wing 401 pe hain. Tu thik to hai na?” friend ne poocha.
Huma ne bola, “Arre, main flat dhundhte-dhundhte bhatak gayi thi, bahut der tak park mein hi thi. Phone galti se silent pe tha, isliye nahi uthaya.”
Friend hasne lagi, “Huma, tu sach mein ek number ki alag hai! Chal, ab seedha E-wing aa, lift se chauthi manzil, flat 401. Galat jagah mat jana!” Huma ne “Haan, haan” bola aur phone kaat diya.
Huma ne paise bag mein daale aur sahi flat ki taraf chal padi, lekin har kadam pe “Ouch, aah” nikal rahi thi—chut sooj gayi thi, gaand dard kar rahi thi, aur pair bhi thak gaye the. Jab woh Rohan ke flat pe pahunchi, dost uska chehra dekh ke bole, “Huma, tu itni thaki hui kyun hai? Yeh paseena kya hai?” Huma ek haath se kamar pakad ke, doosre se chehra chhupati hui boli, “Arre, flat dhundhte-dhundhte meri puri exercise ho gayi! Galat wing mein thodi si bhatak gayi, bas. Ab mujhe ek chai do, thakan utarni hai!”
Ek dost ne bola, “Chal, thodi si khichdi kha le, Rohan ke liye banayi hai.” Huma ne jaldi se haath hilaya, “Nahi nahi, maine park mein fried chicken kha liya tha, phone se order kar diya tha.” Andar se woh soch rahi thi, “Haan, chicken to khaaya tha, saath mein paanch lund ka bonus bhi mila!” Dost ne poocha, “Park mein kahan se order kiya?” Huma ne muskura ke bola, “Arre, ek app se, yaad nahi ab.” Dost hansne lage, aur Rohan bola, “Huma, tu sach mein ekdum mast hai!” Huma muskura di, lekin andar se soch rahi thi, “Mast nahi bhaiya, paanch lund se thak gayi hoon aaj!”
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