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Sunita aunty ke saath hall mein chudai shuru hui

6 min readHindi Sex Stories

Maine teesra kandil fold kiya aur Sunita aunty ke haath ke paas rakh diya. Unhone usko liya, lekin unki ungliyan mere t-shirt ke mooh par atak gayi. Society ke community hall ki lambi mez par kagaz ke dher the, aur Pune ki dopahar ki garmi pankhe ke neeche bhi chipki hui thi.

Unka cotton kurta gale se thoda khula tha, jo unke lecture se bilkul nahi milta tha. Woh keh rahi thin ki young log sirf phone dekhte hain, lekin unki nazar mere haath ki naso par tikti rahi. Maa ki yeh saheli meri khoon ki rishtedaar nahi thin, sirf building ki Sunita aunty thin, bayaalees saal ki, aur har festival par yeh hall unke zimme aata tha.

Pune ke is society mein, jo India ke Maharashtra ke is shahar mein basti hai, aise kandil har saal ganesh utsav se pehle baante jaate hain. Hum dono ko committee ne yahi zimma diya tha, isliye main yahan tha, naukri ke din nahi, sirf madad ke liye.

Unhone ek aur sheet uthayi aur kaha, “Dev, tumhara dimag kaam par nahi hai. Shaadi ki umar aa gayi, aur tum yahan kagaz mor rahe ho.”

Maine unki ungliyon ko dekha jo ab bhi mere wrist ke paas thin. “Aunty, aap kaam rok kar mera haath kyun pakde ho? Yeh duty hai ya kuch aur?”

Duty ke dauran naya sawal

Unki aankhen uthin. Pankha ek baar tez ghooma, phir dheema pada. Unhone kagaz mez par rakh diya aur meri kalaai ko chhoda nahi.

“Tum seedha pooch sakte ho,” unhone kaha. Awaaz mein gussa nahi tha, thakaan thi. “Main bhi adult hoon. Agar tum bhi chahte ho, to yeh kandil baad mein fold honge. Agar nahi chahte, to haath chhod do aur kaam karo.”

Maine unka haath nahi chhoda. Unki ungliyan garam thin. Kurta ka upar wala button pehle se khula hua tha, aur uske neeche unki skin par paseena ki ek patli lakeer thi. Main unki umar se chhota tha, lekin unka sawal saaf tha, aur mera jawab bhi bina lecture ke aaya.

“Main chahta hoon,” maine kaha. “Abhi.”

Unhone meri shirt ke hem ko pakda aur mujhe mez ke peeche khincha, jahan stacked chairs ka parda tha. Hall ka darwaza andar se latka hua tha, bahar society ke bacche khel rahe the, lekin yeh kona unki nazar se kattu tha. Unhone mera chehra pakda aur chuma, pehle halke se, phir is tarah ki jaise lecture ki zaroorat hi na ho.

Unki saans meri gardan par padi. Maine unke baal peeche kiye, jo bun se nikal kar gaal par gir rahe the. Kurta ke do aur button khule, aur unke bra ke upar wala cup meri hatheli ke neeche aa gaya. Unhone khud strap gira diya, jaise faisla pehle se andar baitha ho.

“Yahan, isi mez ke kinare,” unhone kaha. “Lamba natak mat karo.”

Maine unki salwar ki nada kholi. Kapda unki thighs par slided nahi hua, balki unhone khud use kamar se neeche dhakela. Petticoat ke saath woh neeche aa gayi. Unki chut par halki si gili chamak thi, jo unke lecture ke opposite thi. Maine ungli se unki chut ko chhua, aur unhone meri kalaai daba kar rakhi, hataai nahi.

Jeans ki zip meri taraf se utri. Mera lund unki hatheli mein aa gaya, aur unhone use apni chut ke upar ragda, bina yeh poochhe ki main dar raha hoon ya nahi. Dar nahi tha. Sirf yeh tha ki unka body ka wazan mez ke kinare par tik raha tha, aur meri ek taang chairs ke beech atak rahi thi.

Hall ke andarle kone

Unhone mere lund ko apni chut ke muh par set kiya aur khud aage aayin. Pehla dhakka dheema tha, phir unki kamar ne meri taraf kheencha. Unki chut tight thi, garam thi, aur har baar jab main andar gaya, unki saans meri shirt ke collar par toot-ti rahi.

“Aur andar,” unhone kaha, aur yeh order lecture jaisa nahi lag raha tha. Maine unki thighs uthayi, unki ek taang meri kamar ke peeche bandh gayi. Mez ki kinari unki gaand ke neeche dabi, kagaz ke kandil ek taraf gir kar fan ki hawa mein kanpe.

Main unhe choda ushi rhythm mein jo unki ungliyon ne meri peeth par likha. Kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar, jab bahar kisi ke chappal ki awaaz aayi. Awaaz door chali gayi. Unki aankhen band thin, phir khulin, aur unhone mera gaal chuma jaise galti maaf kar rahe hon, jabki galti koi nahi thi.

Unke stan mere muh ke paas aaye. Maine ek nipple ko chusa, aur unki kamar meri taraf kasti rahi. Unki chut ne mera lund aur geela kiya. Main unke andar hila, nikaala, phir poora ghusa, aur unhone meri shirt ko itna kas kar pakda ki button ek aur tuta.

“Dev,” unhone sirf naam liya. Uske baad koi permission ka jumla nahi aaya. Unki thighs meri kamar par kheenchi, aur unka orgasm unki saans ko chhota kar gaya. Unki chut ne dabaaya, chhoda, phir dabaaya. Maine rukne ki koshish nahi ki. Unke geele hone ke baad bhi unhone mujhe andar rakha.

Main unhe choda jab tak meri kalaai mez ki kinari par fiselne lagi. Unke baal ab poori tarah khule the. Unki aankhen nam thin, lekin rone wali nahi. Jab main tez hua, unhone meri gardan kaat kar kaha, “Bahar nahi. Andar mat sochna, packet nahi hai. Bahar nikal.”

Maine nikaala. Mera lund unki petticoat ke kapde par phela, phir unki hatheli ne use pakad kar do baar kheencha, aur main unki ungliyon ke beech khatam hua. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Pankha wahi dheema ghoom raha tha. Hall ke doosre kone se koi awaaz nahi aayi.

Unhone meri kameez ke hem se khud ko ponchha, phir meri jeans ki zip upar ki. Yeh safai lamba natak nahi tha. Kurta ke button unhone do hi lagaye, teesra chhod diya, jaise wapas lecture par jaana ho to bhi jhoot poora na pehna ho.

Maine unki salwar uthayi aur unke pair ke paas rakhi. Unhone pehni, nada bandhi, aur mere gaal par ek ungli feri. “Ab kandil,” unhone kaha, lekin awaaz pehle jaisi sakht nahi thi.

India ke is shahar Pune mein aisi duty aksar shor machati hai, committee ke register, poster, chai. Us dopahar sirf hum akele the, aur jo hua tha woh register mein nahi likha jaana tha. Yeh soch kar bhi meri saans abhi tez thi.

Unki aankhen meri taraf thin jab maine apna t-shirt theek kiya. Ek pal ke liye laga ki woh poochengi ki main sharma raha hoon ya nahi. Unhone nahi poocha. Unhone ek adhura kandil uthaya, uski fold line ko ungli se press kiya, aur mere haath ki taraf badhaya.

Us pal ka chhota faisla

Kagaz mera haath thanda laga, unke body ki garmi ke baad. Main darwaze ki taraf dekh sakta tha. Bahar dhoop thi, scooters ki awaaz thi, koi bacha cricket ki ball dhoondh raha hoga. Andar mez par ab bhi bees se zyada sheet bache the.

Unhone mera chehra nahi ghur a. Woh cooler ke paas gayi, pani piya, gale ko ponchha, aur wapas aa kar meri bagali wali chair par baith gayin. Unka ek pair doosre par chadha, jaise pehle wala lecture wapas aa raha ho, lekin unki nazar ab kagaz par thi, mere zipper par nahi.

Maine kandil nahi rakha. Fold ki pehli lakeer maine khud dabaai, doosri unke bataye hue hisaab se. Unki ungli ne meri fold ko theek kiya, is baar bina wrist pakde. Kaam wapas kaam ban raha tha, lekin beech ka wazan mez ke kinare par ab bhi maujood tha.

“Yeh wala seedha rakhna,” unhone kaha. “Terha hua to committee wale taunt karenge.”

Maine seedha rakha. Unka kandha mere kandhe se ek inch door tha. Hum dono ne ek aur sheet uthaya. Bahar koi darwaza nahi khatkhataaya. Main uth kar nahi gaya. Unhone bhi mujhe nahi bhagaya. Adhura kandil mere haath mein hi raha, aur agla fold maine unke saath hi kiya.

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