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Reema ne match rok diya, phir maine use sofa par choda

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

“Aaj match mat dekh.”

Reema meri kursi ke bagal mein khadi ho gayi, haath apni kamar par. Laptop par toss chal raha tha, chai ka mug mere haath mein thanda padne laga, aur yeh meri har Sunday ki seedhi aadat thi. Usne mug le kar table par rakh diya jaise bina uske meri routine adhuri reh jati.

Pune ke is garm dopahar mein khidki se dhoop andar gir rahi thi. India ke is sheher ki Sunday aksar aisi hi guzarti hai, kamre ke andar, dheemi hawa, sust chaal. Main uthne wala tha ki usne mera kandha pakad liya aur mujhe wapas sofa ke takiye se sata diya.

“Ya to abhi mujhe chodo,” usne saaf kaha. “Ya main apne flat nikal jaungi. Do gali aage mera khud ka ghar hai. Cricket kal bhi chalega.”

Main uski aankhen dekhta raha. Hum dono college ke lambe baad ke the, dono apni tankhwah se chalte the, dono pachchis ke kaafi upar. Kiraya uske sir par nahi tha, na meri nokri beech mein thi. Sirf ek seedha sawal tha jiska jawab abhi ki harkat aur baad ki shaam dono palat sakta tha.

“Haan,” maine kaha. “Aaj match baad mein dekhunga.”

Uske chappal sofa ke neeche khisak chuke the. Main soch raha tha pehla over dekh loon, lekin uska weight meri taangon par aa gaya aur soch tut gayi. Crowd ki halki awaaz laptop se aa rahi thi, jaise koi doosri duniya chal rahi ho.

Usne seedha faisla maanga

Usne meri grey t-shirt ka kora pakda aur khud ko mere god mein bitha liya. Neela kurta upar ko khisakne laga, jeans ka button pehle se dhila tha. Main uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye, aur usne meri gardan par honth rakh diye.

Chai ki khushbu ab bhi table par thi, lekin uski saans zyada kareeb thi. Kurta ke neeche mera haath gaya to uski chuchiyaan kapde ke andar garam thin. Reema ne ek chhoti si awaaz nikali, phir meri shorts ki nara dheeli kar di.

“Dhire dhire mat kar,” usne kaan ke paas kaha. “Main yahan cricket ke liye nahi ruki.”

Jeans ka zip neeche sarka, aur usne khud hi kapda kamar se dhakka de kar utara. Meri shorts uske saath hi fisl gayi. Mera lund uski geeli panty ke kapde se takraya, aur usne halki hansi ke saath panty ko ek taraf kheench diya.

Bharat mein garmi ki yeh dopahar kabhi kabhi insaan ko betaab kar deti hai. Reema ki skin par pasina tha, meri t-shirt peeth se chipak rahi thi. Main uski chut par ungli pherne laga to woh pehle se geeli mil. Uski thighs meri taangon ke dono taraf khul gayi.

“Andar le,” usne kaha, bina bhashan ke. “Abhi.”

Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakh kar dheere dhakka diya. Woh andar khisak gaya, garam, tight, aur Reema ki ungliyan mere kandhon par kasti rahi. Pehla dhakka lamha ruk kar gaya, doosra tez. Sofa ka takiya peeche sarakne laga.

Laptop par commentator kuch chillane laga, shayad boundary. Hum dono ne us awaaz ko nahi chaha. Reema ne meri t-shirt upar chadai, muh se meri chhati chatne lagi, aur main uski chuchi muh mein le kar choosne laga jab mera lund uske andar barabar chal raha tha.

Uske baal mere muh par girte, neela kurta ab sirf uski baahon par latka tha. Main uski kamar pakad kar upar se neeche laata, har baar thoda gehri. Uski chut mera lund ko pakad kar rakh ti, phir chhodti, jaise woh khud taal de rahi ho.

“Zor se,” usne kaha. “Itna soch mat.”

Maine god se uthakar use sofa par letaya, ek taang upar, doosri floor ko chhooti. Jeans uske ek pair par atki rahi. Is position mein lund poora baith gaya. Reema ne aankhen band ki, honth khule, aur meri kamar ko apne pairon se kheenchne lagi.

Thap thap ki awaaz kamre mein bhar gayi. Main uski geeli chut se nikalta, phir doobta, har baar tez. Uski chuchiyaan dhakke se hilti. Kabhi kabhi woh meri kalai pakad leti, kabhi sofa ki back. Koi lambi baat nahi thi, sirf saans aur uski khuli awaaz.

“Wahan, wahi,” usne daant ke beech se kaha jab meri ungli uski chut ke upar wale naram hisse par ghumi. Uski taangein kaanpne lagi. Main usi jagah raha, lund andar, ungli bahar, jab tak uska jism ek baar kas kar nahi baith gaya.

Uske baad bhi maine nahi roka. Reema ki aankhen khuli, geeli, thodi naraz si muskaan ke saath. “Tu abhi nahi nikal. Mujhe aur chahiye.”

Maine lund bahar nikal kar uske honthon tak le gaya. Usne muh khol diya, lund ko jeebh se sahla kar andar liya, geeli awaaz ke saath. Mere haath uske baal mein the, lekin dhakka uska tha. Woh khud tezi se choosti rahi, aankhen upar meri taraf.

Thodi der baad usne muh chhoda aur wapas sofa par let gayi, taangein khol kar. “Phir se andar. Tez.” Main jhuka, lund uski chut mein ek hi dhakke mein baithaya, aur uski kari hui awaaz ne kamra bhar diya.

Mummy ki call ne palat diya

Beech mein laptop ki screen chamki. Video call ka naara aaya, upar Mummy likha tha. Reema ke neeche meri harkat ruk gayi. Dono ek second ke liye pathhar se ho gaye. Screen par ek chhoti si photo ghumni lagi.

Maine jhatke se decline daba diya. Lid band ki. Match ki awaaz kaat gayi. Kamre mein sirf hamari saans bachi, aur neeche gali se kisi scooter ki speed ki bheed.

Reema ne meri kalai pakdi. “Agar tu ab band karega na, to main kapde pehun kar nikal jaungi. Call se darr ke nahi rukungi.”

Pehle socha tha match ko mute rakh ke dheere jaaunga. Woh irada tut gaya. Laptop band tha, koi screen nahi, koi over nahi. Maine use sofa par hi dabaye rakha, lund uski chut mein, aur kaha, “Band nahi kar raha.”

Faisla badal chuka tha. Ab dheere nahi. Main uski dono taangein apne kandhon par chadha kar tez dhakke dene laga. Sofa ki lakdi siski. Reema ne muh par apna haath rakh liya, phir hata diya, jaise chup rehna bhi ab uska mood nahi.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha. “Mummy ki call se mat dar. Yeh ghar tera hai, yeh dopahar meri.”

Maine kurta poora uski baahon se utar diya. Ab woh nangi thi, sirf ek jeans ki paind pair par atki. Main nanga tha, shorts takhe ke paas gira. Pasina hamari pet ke beech chipak raha tha. Har dhakke par uski chut se geeli awaaz aati, mera lund nikalte hue chamakti.

Uske kandhon ko sofa ke takiye se sata kar maine muh uski gardan par diya, daant se nahi, honth se. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas phooli. Main tez choda, phir thoda ruk kar ghumakar uski chut ke andar dabaye rakha, jab tak woh meri peeth na khorne lagi.

“Kabir, ab nikal mat,” usne kaha, awaaz toot ti hui. Main nahi nikla. Lund ko usi geeli jagah ghasita, uski thighs meri kamar ko kas ti rahi, aur ek lambi saans ke saath uska jism dubara kaanpa.

Uske baad meri bhi hadh nahi rahi. Maine lund uski chut se nikaala, uske pet par rakh kar saath hi nikal aaya. Garam pani uski nabhi ke paas faila. Reema ne aankhen band kiye rakhi, apna ek haath us gilepan par phera, phir has di.

“Match ka score bhi nahi pata,” usne kaha. “Achha hua.”

Hum dono thodi der sofa par pade rahe. Ceiling fan ki hawa pasina sukha rahi thi. Main uske baal hatata, woh meri t-shirt ko pair se floor par dhakka deti. Koi lambi galif nahi, koi agla waada nahi. Sirf thaki hui saans aur table par thandi padti chai.

Match khatam phone uthana pada

Reema uth kar kurta pehnne lagi, abhi jeans pair ke paas hi thi. Main shorts kheenchnе wala tha ki socha pehle laptop khol doon, last over dekh loon, phir use darwaze tak chhodun. Lid uthate hi screen par result card tha. Match khatam. Crowd ki replay band, sirf final score.

Usi screen ke kone mein missed calls ki ladi thi. Mummy. Chhah baar. Video call ke baad bhi ordinary call, phir dubara. Time dekh kar samajh aaya, last over ke dauran woh baar baar try karti rahi.

Reema jeans uthati hui darwaze ki taraf badhi. “Main nikalti hoon. Tu apna score dekh.”

Main uske peeche uthne wala tha, chappal tak haath badhaya. Phone ki vibration ne table ko hilaya. Screen par phir se Mummy. Reema ne peeth ki taraf se haath hila diya, jeans abhi poori chadhi bhi nahi thi, kurta dheela.

Maine uske peeche nahi gaya. Shorts ki nara bandh te hue maine phone uthaya, receive daba diya, aur mummy ki awaaz se pehle hi kaha, “Haan, mummy, yahi hoon. Match miss ho gaya.”

Reema ke chappal ki awaaz seedhiyon par utarti rahi. Main darwaza band karne nahi gaya. Sofa par hi baith kar baat ki, pasine wali t-shirt god mein, laptop par khatam hua khel, aur ek aisi dopahar jiska agla kaam ab sirf yeh call tha.

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