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Haan ke baad jawan ladke ke saath kamre mein hua sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Main kalaai par watch ki kadi bandh raha tha aur ek pair chappal mein daal chuka tha. Doosra pair farsh par ulta pada raha. Veer charpai ke kinare baitha tha, Ranchi ke us kiraye ke kamre mein. Pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Bharat ke is hisse ki garmi raat mein bhi kapdon ko jism se chipka deti hai.

“Samar, ruk.”

Main mud ke dekha. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, match ki hasi bilkul nahi. Woh saat-pachees saal ka tha, mere se do saal bada, lekin uski awaaz aaj chhoti thi. Uske sirhane phone ulta pada tha.

“Kya hua? Main nikalta hoon. Tujhe raat ki shift hai, so ja.”

Usne sir hilaya. “Shift gyarah baje hai. Abhi der hai. Main tujhe isliye nahi bulaaya tha ki tu highlights dekh ke nikal jaaye.”

“Phir kyun bulaaya, Veer?”

Woh kuch pal chup raha, phir bola, “Kyunki main tujhe chhuna chahta hoon. Dosti ke alawa. Kai mahine se. Agar yeh sunkar tu nikalna chahe to nikal. Main tujhe nahi pakadunga.”

Mere pet mein kuch khinch gaya. Main us jawan ladke ko ground par dekhte dekhte aaya tha, pasine mein, gol ke peeche daudte hue. Hindustan ke chhote shehron mein aisi baat aadmi aasani se nahi kehta.

Maine doosri chappal nahi pehni. Watch ki kadi adhoori reh gayi. “Tu sure hai? Kal ground par bhi toh hum wahi rahenge.”

“Haan. Main sure hoon. Kal alag sochenge. Aaj bol diya.”

Main wapas aaya. Charpai ke paas ruka. Usne mera haath nahi jhatka. Bas meri kalaai ke paas apni ungliyan rakh di, wahi jagah jahaan watch thi.

“Agar tera man nahi, bol de.”

“Man hai,” maine kaha. “Aa.”

Pehle kadam par rukna

Woh utha, itna nazdeek ki uski saans meri collarbone par padi. Pehla kiss sidha nahi tha. Naak takrai, phir honth mile, namak aur chai ka maza. Main hansne hi wala tha, lekin uski ungli meri gardan ke peeche ruki, aur hasi toot gayi.

Grey t-shirt mere pet par chipki thi. Usne kinara uthaya, ruk kar dekha, phir kapda upar sara. Meri shirt sir ke upar atak gayi, dono has diye, phir kapda farsh par gira. Uske kaale vest ke neeche chhati ke baal geele the. Maine woh vest bhi nikal diya.

Charpai ki jaali neeche dabi. Hum baith gaye, ghutne chhu rahe the. Uske shorts ke andar lund sooja hua tha. Maine hatheli rakh di. Veer ki aankhen band hui, ek lambi saans bahar nikli.

“Awaaz dheemi rakh,” usne kaha. “Neeche TV chal raha hai, lekin deewar patli hai.”

Maine zipper dheere khola. Jeans ke andar meri underwear kasi thi. Usne mere lund ko kapde ke upar se dabaye rakha, phir elastic saraka. Thandi hawa lagi, phir uski muh ki garmi.

Woh jhuk gaya. Meri thighs uske kandhon ke paas tan gayi. Usne pehle sirf honth se chhua, phir lund ko muh mein liya. Main charpai ki lakdi pakad ke baitha raha, taaki koi dhakka deewar tak na jaaye.

Mera lund uski zabaan par phisla. Kabhi gehra, kabhi nikal kar sirf nok par. Main uske baal ke beech ungli rakhta, zor nahi karta. Uski aankhen kabhi upar uth ti, check karti ki main theek hoon.

“Bas, thoda ruk,” maine kaha, saans toot ti hui. “Nahi to yahin khatam ho jaunga.”

Woh hat gaya, munh ponchha, aur mere honth par wapas aa gaya. Ab meri baari thi. Main neeche utra, uske shorts aur underwear ek saath khinche. Uska lund bhaari tha, garam, nasein ubhri hui. Maine pehle haath se sahla, phir muh lagaya.

Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kasi. Jab main gehra liya to uski ungliyan meri gardan par kampin. Ek dba hua shabd nikla, phir usne khud ko kaata.

“Itna mat kar, Samar. Der tak rehna hai.”

Main hat ke uske lund ko honth se chhua aur upar aaya. Hum dono nange the, pankha ke neeche paseena behne laga. Ranchi ke is mohalle mein raat ke das baje bhi scooter ki awaaz aati rahi, lekin kamra wahi raha, ek hi jagah, ek hi charpai.

Jo dosti ke peeche tha

Veer ne charpai par let te hue mujhe apni taraf khincha. Mere seene se uska seena sata. Itne saal ground par kandha milakar daudna alag tha. Ab uski thighs meri thighs ke beech thi, lund lund se ragad kha raha tha.

Maine uski kamar par haath phera, neeche uski gaand ke golaai tak. Woh tight hua, phir dheela. “Haan,” usne kaha, bas itna. Maine ungli geeli kar ke halka sa dabaaya. Woh mere honth ke khilaaf saans chhodta raha.

Usne apne shorts ki jeb se chhota packet nikaala. Wrapper ka awaaz patli thi. Condom pehne ke baad uska lund chamakdaar lagaa, tight. Maine taang uthayi. Woh beech mein aaya, nok uski gaand par nahi, meri taraf. Main pet ke bal nahi palat a. Seedha meri taang uske kandhe par rahi.

Pehla dhakka ruk ruk ke hua. Main munh band kiye raha. Jalne jaisi gehraai, phir jagah bani. Usne poora nahi diya. Ruka. “Bol.”

“Kar,” maine kaha. “Dheere.”

Woh andar aaya, bahar gaya, phir thoda gehra. Charpai ki jaali ne ek baar chikh si di. Dono thithak gaye. Neeche TV ka serial chal raha tha, koi chillaya, koi hansaa. Humne us shor ko dhakkan bana liya.

Uske dhakke ab milne lage. Meri ungliyan uske kandhon par khud ko sambhalti. Uska haath mere lund par aa gaya, condom ke saath uski mutthi meri rhythm se milti. Kabhi tez, kabhi ruki, jaise deewar ke us paar koi kadam sun raha ho.

Main uski aankhen dekhta raha. Ground wala Veer yahan nahi tha, yeh wala nazdeek tha, gila, aur meri taraf jhuka. Jab usne meri taang aur upar uthayi to gehraai badh gayi. Ek awaaz meri gale se nikal hi gayi. Usne turant muh rakh diya mere munh par, awaaz ko andar hi piya.

“Patli deewar,” usne honth hata ke kaha, saans ke beech. “Lekin rukna mat.”

Maine kamar uthayi, uske dhakke ko milaya. Paseena chhati se chhati tak behne laga. Pankha wahi ghoomta raha, kaam ka nahi, bas hawa ka bahana. Uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf kasi thi. Mera lund uski mutthi mein phoolta raha.

Ek pal aisa aaya jab usne gehra kar ke rakh liya, hila nahi. Main bhar gaya, andar tak. Phir usne chhota chhota dhakka diya, jaise naap raha ho. Meri aankhen band ho gayi. Uski saans meri gardan par garm thi.

“Ab nikalna mat,” maine kaha, aur yeh jaane wali baat nahi thi. Yeh uske lund ke baare mein thi, us pal ke baare mein.

Woh muskuraya, thaka hua. Phir hila. Mutthi tez hui. Main uske kandhe mein munh ghusaye raha, taaki meri awaaz kamre se bahar na jaaye. Cum haath aur pet par giri, garam, chipchipi. Uski kamar kas ti gayi, ek, do, teesra dhakka gehra, aur woh bhi condom ke andar khatam hua, meri taraf jhuk ke, meri gardan par daant rakh ke, kaate baghair.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh andar se nikal aaya, condom pakde hue, aur charpai ke kinare baith gaya. Main let gaya, ek taang bahar latakti, pankha ab thoda kaam ka laga.

Usne packet ko band kiya, door nahi phenka, bas kinare rakh diya. Phir wapas aaya, meri chhati par haath rakh ke. Koi badi baat nahi hui. Sirf ungliyan mere paseene par khinchti rahi.

“Itne din chhupa ke rakhna padta hai,” usne dheere kaha. “Ground par toh tu mujhe galt pass de deta hai. Yahan galat pass nahi chahiye tha.”

Main hans diya, chhota sa. “Aaj pass mil gaya.”

Woh mere baal se chipka paseena hatane laga. Meri aankhen bhaari thi. Watch ab bhi meri kalaai par adhoori kadi ke saath thi, time dikha rahi thi, lekin maine padha nahi. Soch yeh thi ki ab yahin let jaaun, subah ke pehle nahi uthna, Veer ke bazu ke neeche se nikalna nahi.

Uski ungli meri kamar par ruki. Hum akele the, kamre ki ek batti peele rang ki, deewar par kal ka jersey latka hua. Koi doosra nahi aaya. Koi darwaza nahi khula. Bas hum, aur woh serial neeche, aur kabhi kabhi kisi ke jooton ki awaaz seedhi par.

Maine socha tha dosti toot jaayegi. Ab dosti ke upar yeh wazan tha, geela, thaka, aur meri marzi ka. Usne koi wada nahi maanga. Maine bhi nahi diya. Sirf uska haath mere pet par tha, jahaan abhi thandi hawa lag rahi thi.

Subah se pehle nikalna

Main palat ke uske kandhe se sata, aankh band karta, yeh maan ke ki chai subah yahin hogi. Tab phone ne kaam kiya. Sirhane woh ulta phone kampna shuru hua, vibration tez, phir alarm ki thin si tune.

Veer uth baitha. Screen ki roshni uski aankhon par padi. Gyarah se bees minute pehle. Printing press wali shift. Usne alarm band kiya, lekin chehra wahi raha jo ground par last over mein hota hai.

“Mujhe nikalna hoga. Naha ke, kapde pehen ke. Tu so ja, lekin yeh kamra band karke main jaaunga, tu andhera nahi seh paayega.”

Main charpai par ek pal aur let a. Phir samajh aaya. Meri t-shirt farsh par geeli thi, jeans uljhi, watch ki kadi ab bhi dheeli. Subah yahan ruke to uska nikalna late hoga, aur mera bhi hisaab bigadega. Mobile counter par kal subah pehla kaam mere naam hai, late gaya to lock laga milega.

Maine uth kar t-shirt pehni, chipchipi. Jeans kheenchi. Dono chappal, pehle woh jo pehne the, phir doosra. Watch ki kadi is baar poori kaasi. Veer vest dhundh raha tha, shorts ke liye jhuka hua, abhi bhi nanga kamar tak, lekin uski nazar clock par thi, mujh par nahi.

Darwaze tak jaate hue maine uska naam nahi liya. Usne bhi kal ka jumla nahi phenka. Main kundi hataya, dheere, aur bahar ke andhere ko dekha. Seedhiyan neeche utar ti thi, mohalle ki naali ki smell uth rahi thi.

Auto abhi milna tha. Ghar jaana tha. Yahan ruke rehne wala plan charpai par hi reh gaya, uske alarm ke saath.

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