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Sangeet se pehle Pallavi ne kitchen counter par mujhse chudai ki

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“Yeh namak kam hai,” Pallavi ne kadhai chakhte hue kaha. “Aur tumhara woh jumla bhi. Function ke baad dekhte hain. Main samajhi thi tum mujhse door hi rehna chahte ho.”

Main sink ke paas khada tha. Pyaz ke chilke meri ungliyon par chipke the. Sneha ka sangeet aaj shaam Pune ke dusre kone mein tha, aur hum dono ko aloo dum le jaana tha. Pallavi ka ghar chhota tha. Kitchen living se khula hua tha. Uski grey shirt dheeli thi aur neeche black shorts the.

“Maine door rehna nahi kaha,” maine jawab diya. “Maine sirf itna kaha tha ki Sneha ke function se pehle group ko uljhan mein na daalein. Tumne usko naa samajh liya.”

Pallavi ne chammach table par rakh diya. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, gusse se kam, jhidak se zyada. “To tum chahte the? Itne mahine main yeh sochti rahi ki college ke baad jo hua, usko tum mitana chahte ho.”

Pune ki is gali se Bharat ka shaam ka shor aa raha tha. Scooter, bartan, radio ka geet, sab ek saath.

Hum dono Hindustan ke alag shehron se padhne aaye the, college ke baad yahin ruk gaye. Uski design files laptop par band thin. Mere coaching ke papers kal ke the, aaj nahi. Aaj sirf yeh bartan aur yeh baat thi.

Purana jumla tuta

“Main mitana nahi chahta,” maine seedha kaha. “Main der se keh raha hoon. Tumhe lagta tha main inkaar kar raha hoon.”

Woh halki si hasi. “Main bhi der se keh rahi hoon. Sangeet ke liye yeh aloo dum bhi bahana tha. Main tumhe akela ghar nahi bulaana chahti thi bina wajah.”

Kadhai ki aanch ab bhi dheemi chal rahi thi. Pallavi ne knob ghumakar flame band kar diya. Uska haath mere t-shirt ke kinar par aa gaya.

“Agar tum bhi chahte ho to abhi. Main rukna nahi chahti.”

Maine sir hilaya. Itna kaafi tha. Uske honth namak aur pyaz ki smell ke saath mile. College ke baad yeh pehli chumban nahi thi, lekin pehli thi jisme beech mein koi shart na ho.

Uski shirt ke button ek ek karke khule. Mere haath uski kamar par the, phir uski peeth par. Pallavi ne meri belt ki kadi nikaali, jeans ke button khole. Kitchen ki light teekhi thi, koi andhera nahi, koi bahana nahi.

Shorts neeche khisak aaye. Grey shirt kursi ke back pe atak gayi. T-shirt sar ke upar se nikal kar sink ke paas giri. Pallavi ke bra ka hook peeche se khula, uske stan meri hatheli mein bhar aaye. Uski skin garam thi, bartan ki bhaap se bhi zyada.

“Yahan,” usne counter ki kinare ki taraf khiskaate hue kaha. “Farsh thanda hai.”

Counter ke edge par uski thighs khul gayin. Main uske gale se honth phenke, phir uske stan ke gher par. Pallavi ki ungliyan mere baal mein atak gayin. Uski saans meri gardan par garmi chhod rahi thi.

Jeans aur underwear ek saath ghutnon tak aaye. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche chhu raha tha, geela nahi, lekin kasa hua. Pallavi ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, mera lund ko pakda, dheere se upar neeche kiya. Uski chut par meri ungli rakhte hi nami mili, garam aur seedhi.

“Andar mat ja, pehle ruko,” usne kaha, awaaz kam, saaf. Bathroom ki taraf gayi, do kadam, cabinet kholi, packet le kar wapas aayi. Wrapper ki aawaz chhoti thi. Usne condom mere lund par chadha diya, hatheli se seedha kiya, phir meri nazar pakdi.

Counter thoda uncha tha. Pallavi ne khud ko peeche kiya, ek taang meri kamar ke peeche lapeti. Maine uski chut ke muh par lund ragda, phir dheere andar diya. Uski aankhen band hui, munh khula, koi shor nahi, sirf ek lambi saans.

Jo muh se nikal aaya

Pehle dhakke chhote the. Kitchen ki tile meri pairon ke neeche thandi thi, uski peeth counter ki wood se ragad kha rahi thi. Pallavi ne meri gardan kheench kar kaha, “Jaldi mat. Main yahin hoon.”

Uski chut ne pakad liya. Har baar jab main bahar khiska, woh andar kheench leti. Namak wali kadhai ab bhi dhuen si garmi de rahi thi, band flame ke bawajood. Mere haath uski thighs ke andar the, uske kandhon tak nahi ja pa rahe the kyunki jagah kam thi.

“Woh jumla,” Pallavi ne daanton ke beech se kaha, “tumne function ke baad kaha tha. Main samajhi thi tum kabhi nahi.”

Maine uski kamar pakad kar ek tez dhakka diya. “Kabhi nahi nahi tha. Sirf us din nahi tha. Aaj hai.”

Usne hans diya, phir woh hansi toot kar karah mein badal gayi. Pallavi ki chut geeli ho chuki thi, condom ki patli layer ke neeche bhi garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Main tez hua, phir ruk kar uske clit par ungli ghisai, kyunki uska jism ek baar kas gaya tha aur main nahi chahta tha ki woh adhuri reh jaye.

“Wahan,” usne kaha. “Haan. Wahi.”

Uski taang meri peeth par kasti. Counter ki kinare uski kamr toot si rahi thi. Maine uske stan muh mein liye, daant nahi, sirf jeebh. Pallavi ke baal uske chehre par chipak gaye. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, kitchen ki khidki se aati hawa bhi kaafi nahi thi.

Chudai ab counter ki chhoti jagah mein bhi poori ho rahi thi. Main andar tak jaata, rukta, phir nikalta. Pallavi ke nakhun meri peeth par likhte. Koi film wali baat nahi thi, sirf wood ki takkar, uski geeli awaaz, aur kabhi kabhi uska naam jo mere munh se nikal jaata.

Woh pehle aayi. Uski chut ne lund ko dabaya, pairon ki pasliyan kaanp gayin, aur usne meri shirt ki jagah meri khali kamar ko pakad liya. Maine uske climax ke dauran rukna nahi chaha, lekin dhakke chhote kar diye, taaki uski saans laut sake.

Pallavi ne aankhen kholin. “Tum bhi. Mat socho.”

Maine uski thighs aur khinchi, tez kiya. Condom ab bhi kasa tha, slip nahi hua. Kitchen ki clock ne ek pal dikhaya, sangeet ka time nikalta hua, lekin us pal ka koi mol nahi tha. Mera lund uski chut mein kas kar ruk gaya, main andar hi gira, condom ke andar, uske pet ke neeche garmi ke saath.

Kuch der sirf saans thi. Pallavi ka sar mere kandhe se sarak kar meri gardan par aa gaya. Kadhai thandi padne lagi thi. Main uske andar se nikal aaya, condom ko sink ke kagar par rakha, koi lambi safai nahi, sirf itna ki floor par kuch na gire.

Dono ne farsh ki taraf khisak kar cabinet ke against baithna chaha. Pallavi ki grey shirt kursi se utha kar usne sirf apne kandhon par daali, button nahi kiye. Main jeans ghutnon tak kheench kar baith gaya. Uski aankhen ab shaant thin, pehle wali jhidak gayab.

“Aloo dum kachcha reh gaya,” usne kaha, awaaz mein hansi thi.

“Sneha ko pata chalega.”

“Sneha ko yeh nahi pata chalna chahiye.” Pallavi ne mere haath ko apni taang par rakha, rokne ke liye nahi, bas rakhne ke liye. “Jo galat samajh thi, woh ab nahi rahi. Yeh sex us jumle ka javab tha, koi chhupa hua inkaar nahi.”

Main uske baal hatheli se peeche kiya. Uski kamar par pasina tha. Kitchen ab bhi pyaz se mehek raha tha. Hum akele the, door band pehle se tha, koi naya naatak nahi.

Phone silent ho gaya

Table par Pallavi ka phone kaanpne laga. Sneha ka naam screen par aaya, sangeet se pehle wala call, pickup ka sawal. Pallavi ne usko dekha, phir meri taraf dekha, phir screen ko silent kar diya. Call kat gaya. Phone ulte munh rakh diya.

Gas ki knob usne dobara check ki, band hi thi. Kadhai ko chulhe se hata kar side par sarka diya. Yeh koi safai nahi thi, sirf itna ki baad mein jale nahi.

Pallavi farsh par meri bagal mein let gayi, shirt abhi bhi khuli, shorts abhi bhi door. Maine uski thighs par haath rakha, usne hataaya nahi. Clock aage badh rahi thi, sangeet ka hall bhar raha hoga, lekin is kitchen mein koi uth kar nahi ja raha tha.

“Abhi yahin,” usne kaha, aankhen ceiling ki taraf. “Kal jo karna hai karenge. Aaj ka function bina aloo dum ke bhi chalega.”

Maine kuch agla waada nahi kiya. Sirf uske kaan ke paas honth rakhe. Pallavi ne aankhen band ki, mere haath ko apni kamar par dabaaye rakha, aur hum dono usi farsh par baithe rahe, sangeet ki taraf kadam uthaye bina.

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