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Ishita ne class chhodkar terrace par mujhe choda

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Ishita ne left chappal ke feete kaste hue seedi ki taraf ek kadam rakha. Dupatta abhi uske kandhon par theek se bhi nahi baitha tha. Main terrace ki mundi ke paas khada raha, Bhopal ki dhalati dhoop ko dekhte hue, jo Bharat ke is madhya sheher mein bhi kaafi tez thi.

“Ruk.” Awaaz itni patli thi ki pehle hawa ka dhoka laga. Palat kar woh meri taraf dekhi. “Main nahi jaungi.”

Dupatta uski ungliyon se fislaya. “Students ko bata diya class cancel hai. Itne dino se yeh baat muh mein ghumati rahi. Aaj nikalte waqt kehna hai. Mujhe tu chahiye. Abhi. Yahi terrace par.”

Gale tak ka fasla teen kadam ka tha. Haath pehle maine nahi badhaya. Woh khud aayi, meri t-shirt ka kapda pakad kar, aur uske honth mere honthon se mil gaye. Chumban geela tha aur jaldi mein, jaise der ho rahi ho.

Palat kar usne wahi kaha

Kurta ke pehle teen button uski hi ungliyon ne khole. Neeche se koi naatak nahi, ek seedhi si bechaini aa rahi thi. Uski kamar par haath rakhte hi uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli, aur usne meri gardan kheench li. Dupatta tile par gir gaya, peach kapda dhoop mein chamka.

“Yahan?” meri awaaz bhi toot kar aayi.

“Yahi. Charpai hai. Line ke peeche koi dekh nahi sakta.” Uski saans meri gardan par garam padi. “Agar tu bhi chahe to.”

Jawaban maine uske honth phir se dabaye. Woh mere muh mein hans di, chhoti si, phir meri jeans ki belt ke pass ungli ghumane lagi. Salwar ki nada dheeli hui. Charpai terrace ke kone mein padi thi, geele kapdon ki line ke saaye mein. Hum wahan tak chale, muh se muh sataaye. Uski chhati meri chhati se ragad kha rahi thi, aur jeans ke andar mera lund tez ho chuka tha.

Takht ki patti thodi chikni thi garmi se. Ishita pehle baithi, phir let gayi, ek taang zameen par latkaye. Kurta ab khula tha. Uski stani cup ke upar se nikal aayi thin, gahre nipple dhoop ki last laal dhaar mein chamak rahe the. Maine muh jhukaya aur daahni stani ko honthon se dabaya. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin.

“Ah, dheere.” Phir turant, “Nahi, tez bhi chalega.”

Jeepers nahi, seedha jism. Main uski salwar neeche khiskata raha jab tak kapda ghutnon ke paas ikattha nahi ho gaya. Uski chut par halka kapda geela tha. Meri ungliyon ne us kapde ko side kiya, do ungliyan andar gayin, aur uski kamar uth kar mere haath ko milne aayi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par atkin, munh khula, koi sharmili hansi nahi.

Jeans ka button khud usne khola. Mera lund uske haath mein aate hi uski mutthi kas gayi, upar neeche, geeli hatheli se. Main uski thighs ke beech jhuk gaya, pehle zubaan se uski chut chaati, phir do ungliyan ghumayin. Uski awaaz dabi rahi, daant honth par, kyunki gali ke us paar koi radio chal raha tha.

“Andar aa,” usne kaha, kamar uthaye. “Ab der mat kar.”

Kondom nahi tha paas, aur dono ne ek nazar se samajh liya. Main uski chut ke muh par lund rakh kar ruka. Uska haath aaya, khud guide kiya, aur main dheere andar gaya. Uski chut garam thi, tight, aur pehle dhakke par uski saans atak gayi. Dusre dhakke par usne meri kamar pakad li. Teesre par charpai ki patti khadkhadai.

Charpai par dono dabe

Dhoop ab diwar ke kinare sarak chuki thi. Kapdon ki line hawa se hil rahi thi, ek peela towel hamari taraf aata jaata. Main uski thighs ko apni kamar se sataaye rakha, lund poora andar, nikalta, phir doobta. Har baar uski chut neeche se dabti, jaise woh bhi dhakka de rahi ho. Uski stani meri hatheliyon mein bhari hui thin, nipple ungliyon ke beech.

“Aur andar.” Do lafz, aur uski taangein meri kamar par lapat gayin. Main tez hua. Charpai ki ek taang zara nachi. Uski chut se geeli awaaz aa rahi thi, chhipane layak nahi, isliye maine uske honth phir se le liye. Chumban ke beech woh meri jeebh kaatne ke kareeb aa gayi, phir hans di, phir karah uth.

Position badli, lekin koi natak nahi. Woh upar aa gayi, kurta ab bhi baahon par atka, salwar ek taang se latakti. Uski chut mere lund par baithi, dheere, phir poori. Uski kamar ghumi, chhoti ghum, jaise koi geet andar baj raha ho. Mere haath uski gaand par the, uski thighs meri thighs ko ragad rahi thin. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi meri taraf.

Bhopal ki shaam ne ab gullar ke ped ki chhaon lamba kar di thi. Door koi mynah chilla raha tha. Itne mein Hindustan ki is garm hawa ne bhi paseena wahi jama diya jahan hamare pet mil rahe the. Uski chut aur tez bheegne lagi. Main uski kamar pakad kar neeche se uthane laga, har baar lund ki jadh tak.

“Ankit.” Pehli baar naam, kaata hua. “Wahi… wahi rakh.”

Uske kehne par main ruk sa gaya, sirf chhota dhakka, gahra. Uski chut ne mera lund ko jaise nichod liya. Uski ungliyan meri chhati par gadi, naakhun halka khatakte. Orgasm uske pet se utra, thighs kaampin, muh se ek dabi si awaaz nikal kar radio ke geet mein kho gayi. Main uske andar hi tha, rukna mushkil, lekin uski nazar ne kaha, ab nikal.

Lund bahar aaya, geela, tight. Uski mutthi ne pakad liya, tez, aur main uski stani ke beech, pet par, garm dhaar chhod gaya. Woh dekhiti rahi, saans bhari, phir apni hi ungli se woh dhaar ponchh kar muskuraayi, thaki hui. Charpai ne dono ko ab bhi sambhala tha, lekin takht ki ek patti ab khul si gayi thi.

Hum kuch pal aise hi pade rahe. Uski saans meri saans se takraati. Main uske baal kaan ke peeche karta raha, koi badi baat nahi, sirf ungliyon ka aadat sa kaam. Kurta uski baahon par hi atka raha. Neeche gali mein cycle guzri, koi sabzi chillaaya, phir khamoshi.

“Class ka laga lena padega kal,” usne kaha, ab bhi meri chhati par sar rakhe. Koi wada nahi, koi plan nahi, sirf yeh lafz. Main kuch kehta uske honth phir se aane se pehle, lekin chumban is baar dheema tha, namak aur paseene wala.

Uski chut ab bhi dhadak rahi thi mere rahe hue haath ke neeche. Do ungliyan andar gayin to woh karahi, halki, jaise doosri lehar aa sakti ho. Maine muh lagaya uski stani par, dusri hatheli uski gaand ki garam skin par. Woh meri kalghi pakad kar apni taraf kheenchti rahi, jab tak uski taang meri gardan ke paas nahi aa gayi. Zubaan uski chut par phir se, geeli, namkeen, aur uski kamar meri taraf uth kar milne lagi.

Is dafa orgasm chhota tha, kaanpta hua, jaise pehle wale ka echo. Uski ungliyan mere baal masalti rahi. Main uth kar uske bagal mein let gaya, jeans ab ghutnon tak hi thi, t-shirt pet par ulati. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule.

Paani ne poori shaam tod di

Pehle ek boond aayi, gardan par. Laga paseena hai. Doosri boond maathe par padi to nazar upar uth gayi. Overhead tanki ke overflow se paani ki dhaar tiles par girne lagi, pehle dhimi, phir ekdum moti, jaise koi nal poora khul gaya ho. Municipal line aa chuki thi, aur tanki bhar kar chhalk rahi thi.

Dhaar seedhe charpai ke kone par giri. Ishita palat kar baithi, kurta jhat se baahon mein daalte hue. Geela paani uski thighs par bhi slither nahi, behne laga. Main uth khada hua, jeans kheenchte hue, valve ki taraf daura jo tanki ke neeche diwar par laga tha. Lohe ka chhalla garm tha. Do chakkar mein dhaar thami, lekin terrace ki tile ab geeli thi, aur kapdon ki line se paani tapak raha tha.

Peechhe palat kar dekha to Ishita chappal pehen kar seedi ke pehle basule par khadi thi, geela dupatta baahon mein lapete, kurta ke button galat milaye hue. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, thaki, tez. Neeche gali se cycle ki ghanti bajayi kisi ne. Woh bina aur lafz ke utar gayi, pairon ki awaaz seedi par ghat-ti hui, aur terrace par sirf geeli charpai aur tapakti line reh gayi.

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