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Isha chappal pehenti ruki, phir usne mujhse sex maanga

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Chappal ka strap Isha ki ungli se fisal gaya aur steel dabba uske haath mein jhuk gaya. Usne right pair ko doosri koshish mein pehna, dhakkan ko kalai se sambhala, aur mere flat ke darwaze ki taraf ek kadam badhaya.

“Main chalti hoon, Varun. Teri ma ke jeera aloo khatam ho gaye. Dabba wapas.”

Uske baal kalai par bikhre the. Cotton kurti ka pallu jeans ki pocket se atka hua tha. Main uske peeche joota rack ke paas khada tha, haath khali, munh mein woh baat jo shaam bhar ghoom rahi thi.

“Dabba yahin rakh. Aaj mat le ja.”

Isha ne mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, thaki hui nahi, chidhi hui. “Tune pichle hafte call nahi uthaaya. Aaj extra khana paka ke mujhe bula liya. Ab bol raha hai mat ja. Seedha bol, Varun. Kya chahiye?”

Jaane ka irada tut gaya

Maine jhooth ka chakkar nahi banaya. “Khane ke liye nahi bulaya. Mujhe tumhari skin yaad aa rahi thi subah se. Main chahta hoon tum ruko, aur main tumhe chhodun.”

Woh hasi nahi. Uski kamar seedhi ho gayi. Kanpur ke is purane block ki balcony se jo hawa aa rahi thi, usme India ki June wali garmi thi, aur us garmi ne uske gale ke paas pasina jama diya tha.

“Pichli baar ke baad tune mujhe do din ignore kiya. Kaam ka bahana. Agar body chahiye to pehle yeh bata, kal phir se silent to nahi ho jayega?”

“Nahi. Kal subah main khud aake chai launga. Aaj sirf yeh hai. Tumhari marzi. Agar nikalna hai to nikal jao.”

Isha ne dabba joota rack par rakh diya. Dhakkan khanakaya. Usne chappal ke strap ko anguthe se dubaaya, phir chhod diya. “Haan. Aaj rukti hoon.”

Uske baad koi doosri guarantee nahi maangi. Pallu usne khud kheench kar meri taraf kiya. Main uske kareeb gaya. Uska haath meri shirt ke neeche slide hua, pet ki garmi tak.

Hum dono darwaze ke andar hi the. Lift ki ghanti bahar kisi aur floor par bajayi gayi, phir khamoshi. Isha ne meri gardan pakdi. Maine uske honth chume, pehle halka, phir uski jeeb jab meri jeeb se takrai to dabav badh gaya.

Kurti ka pehla button uske gale ke neeche atka. Maine khola. Uski bra ka cup meri hatheli ke neeche aaya, naram, garam, nipple already khada. Usne saans bharni ki jagah meri kamar mein ungli ghusayi aur shorts ki elastic ko kheencha.

“Yahin. Bedroom nahi. Main nahi chahti yeh baat bichhane jaisi lage.”

Maine haan mein sir hilaya. Jeans ka zip maine neeche kiya. Woh khud hi kuaan kar ke kapde sarakaati rahi, payal ki chhankar ke saath. Main t-shirt sar ke upar se nikaal kar sofa ke arm par daal diya. Mera lund shorts ke andar pehle se tight tha. Jab kapda gira, uski nazar seedhi us par ruki.

Isha ne apna ek haath mere lund par rakha aur halke se masla. “Itna soch ke bulaya, ab khada karke dekh raha hai.”

Maine uski chut par hatheli rakh di, jeans ke neeche se nikaali hui panty ke kinaare se. Woh geeli thi. Do ungliyan andar gayi to uski thighs meri kalai ko kas gayin. Uski aankhen band hui, honth khule.

Uske munh se nikal aayi baat

Darwaze ki lakdi uski peeth ke peeche thi. Main uske seene ko munh se pakad kar choosne laga, pehle daye, phir baye. Uski ungliyon ne mere baal pakde. Jab maine ungliyon ki raftaar badhai, usne meri kalai dabaayi, na rokne ke liye, gehra karne ke liye.

“Varun… ungli nahi. Ab lund de.”

Side table par condom pada tha, pichli mulakat ke baad ka packet. Maine wrapper toda, condom lagaya, uski chut ke muh par lund rakh kar ruka. Isha ne khud apni kamar aage ki. Main andar gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do saanson mein. Uski chut ne kas diya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Pehle dhakke short the. Lakdi thodi si siski. Isha ne ek taang meri kamar pe lapeti. Payal meri thigh se takraati rahi. Main uske gaand ke neeche se uski thighs uthata, aur har baar jab lund pura baithta, woh meri shirt ki jagah ab khali kandhe ko kaatti.

“Tez kar. Mujhe narmi nahi chahiye aaj.”

Maine tez kiya. Choch ki awaaz aur uski dabi hui ah milkar kamre ko bharne lagi. Hindustan ke is shahar mein aisi shaamein jaldi dhal jaati hain, lekin kamra ab bhi utna hi garam tha. Paseena uske kaleje se kurti ke bache hue kinaare tak behne laga. Maine kurti poori tarah upar sarka di. Uski body ki garmi meri chhati se chipak gayi.

Sofa ke kinaare tak hum khisak gaye, bina alag hue. Isha let gayi, ek taang floor par, ek meri kamar par. Main uske upar jhuka. Uska haath condom ke upar se mere lund ke base ko chhoo raha tha, jaise andaza laga rahi ho kitna andar hai. Main nikalta aur dubata raha, uski chut ki geelapan meri pet tak lagti.

Usne meri ungli apne muh mein li, choosi, phir nikaal kar apni chut ke upar clit par rakh di. “Yahan. Saath mein.”

Maine ungli ghumayi, lund ki dhaar ke saath. Isha ki awaaz badh gayi, phir usne honth kaat kar use andar hi rakha. Uski chut ne baar baar kasna shuru kiya. Main uske seene par munh rakh kar uska naam le raha tha, aur jab uska orgasm aaya to uski thighs meri kamar ko itna kasa ki saans ek pal ke liye atak gayi.

Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Isha ne aankhen kholin. “Tu nikal mat. Abhi nahi.”

Maine dhakke dheeme kiye, gehre. Uski gaand mere hatheli mein thi, naram. Kabhi kabhi main nikal kar sirf head andar chhodta, phir poora baitha deta. Uski aankhen meri taraf khuli rehti. Gussa ab nahi tha. Bhook thi.

“Mujhe upar le.”

Hum palat gaye. Isha meri god mein baithi, lund ko khud seene tak utara. Uski payal meri taang se ragad khati. Woh uthati aur baithti, apni raftaar, apni kamar. Maine uske nipples ko anguthe se dabaaye rakha. Uski chut itni geeli thi ki har baithak par awaaz aati.

“Itna din baad… yeh chahiye tha. Call nahi, yeh.”

Maine uski kamar pakad kar neeche ki taraf madad ki. Mera lund andar se khichta. Orgasm kareeb tha. Condom ke andar garmi badh rahi thi. Isha samajh gayi. Usne meri chhati par dono haath rakh kar tez baithna shuru kiya, chhoti chhoti siskiyan, phir ek lambi saans.

Main uske andar hi jhad gaya, condom ke andar, kamar akdi hui. Isha ne meri gardan se lipat kar do aur baithak liye, apni chut ko masalte hue, jab tak uske pair ka kamp nahi ruka.

Thodi der hum aise hi rahe. AC ki hawa peeth par padi. Bahar kisi scooter ki speed nahi, sirf gali ka radio. Isha ne meri collarbone par honth rakh kar ek chhota nishaan chhoda, daant se nahi, bas garmi se.

Maine condom utar kar tissue mein lapeta, dustbin ki taraf fenka. Isha abhi bhi meri god mein thi. Uski bra ek strap se utri hui thi, doosri jagah par. Maine strap wapas uske kandhon par rakha. Usne jeans uthayi, panty pehni, zip khud ki.

Kurti pehnate waqt uska pallu phir pocket se atka. Is baar usne hans diya, chhoti si. “Pehle bhi yahi hua tha. Tune tab bhi nahi kaha tha ki tu mujhe chahiye.”

“Ab keh diya.”

Usne chappal dobara pehni, strap theek kiya. Joota rack par steel dabba waisi hi pada tha, dhakkan teda. Isha ne uski taraf dekha, haath nahi badhaya.

Neeche utarte hue naya nishaan

Shirt maine pehni. Isha darwaze ke paas khadi ho gayi, baal ab bhi bikhre. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, thaki nahi.

“Ma ko bol dena aloo pasand aaye. Dabba kal. Aaj nahi.”

Woh nikal gayi. Lift ki jagah usne seedhiyan li. Do floor neeche group walk wali didi ki awaaz aayi, poochh rahi thi Isha aa rahi hai ya nahi. Isha ke kadam ruke nahi. Gate ki jhanjhanahat ne bata diya woh bahar nikal chuki hai.

Maine balcony se neeche jhank kar dekha. Isha ne phone nikala, kuch type kiya, phir bina scooter ke, bina dabbe ke, apni building ke dusre gate ki taraf chal di. Chat group mein baad mein pata chala usne likha tha, aaj nahi aaungi.

Kamre mein jeera aloo ki khushbu ab bhi thi. Dabba rack par tha. Darwaze ke paas uski payal ki ek chhoti si chhankar ki goonj bachi, phir woh bhi khatam ho gayi.

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