indiansexstories
Two fully clothed adults, one adult Indian man and one adult Indian woman in a contemporary Indian city apartment entry.

Jaane se pehle Shreya ke saath pehli baar

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Shreya ne right sandal ka pichla hissa abhi ungliyon se pakda hi tha ke niche gali se dhol ki dhun aur tez aa gayi. Left juti pehle se pair mein thi. Woh Gwalior ki is barsati ke darwaze ke kareeb khadi thi, peela kurti aur safed salwar mein, dupatta kandhe se sarakta hua. Main chhoti si khaati par baitha raha, uski peeth dekhta hua, jaise koi nikalne hi wala ho.

Neeche uski cousin ki sagai thi, isi building ke ground floor par. Upar ki hawa garam thi. Bharat ke is purane sheher mein shaadiyan aise hi chhaton tak chadh jati hain, dhol ke saath, attar ke saath, aur un sawalon ke saath jo koi poochta nahi. Maine kettle side par chhod di thi, do pyali abhi bhi dhuen mein thi.

“Raghav, main late ho rahi hoon.”

Uski awaaz mein jaldi thi, lekin pair ruk gaya. Sandal ka pichla hissa ab bhi haath mein tha. Main uthne laga tha ke woh palat kar dekhe, lekin palatne se pehle hi uske kandhon ne ek baar kanpa.

“Ek minute. Yeh keh ke jaana tha.” Dupatta usne haath se dabaya, phir chhod diya. “Maine kabhi kisi ke saath nahi kiya. Sex. Kisi ke saath nahi. Aur aaj main yeh soch ke nahi jaa sakti ke main sirf neeche muskurane wali hoon.”

Khaati ki lakdi meri hatheli ke neeche garam lagi. Main uske paas gaya, itna kareeb ke uski saans meri collarbone par padi. Uski aankhen nahi kaampi. Woh meri taraf aayi, sandal wahi fars par gir gaya.

“Aaj? Yahan?” Maine sirf itna poocha.

“Haan. Main chahti hoon. Abhi. Neeche dhol bajta rahe, mujhe farq nahi.”

Pehli baat uske munh se nikli

Uske honthon par meri ungli ruki, phir usne khud aage badh kar chuma. Pehla kiss geela tha, thoda tedha, jaise dono seekh rahe hon. Main uski kamar par haath rakhta hoon to kurti ki silai ungli ke neeche aati hai. Woh meri shirt ke hem ko pakad kar kheenchti hai, itna ki mera pet uske pet se takrata hai.

Barsati chhoti thi. Ek khaati, ek kettle, ek khidki jahan se Gwalior ki galiyan peele batti ke neeche dikhti thin. Hindustan ke is mausam mein shaam jaldi bhari ho jati hai, paseena gardan par behne lagta hai, aur kapde jism se chipak jate hain. Usne khidki ka kapaat aadha kiya, itna ki hawa aaye, chehra na dikhe.

Kurti ke pehle button par uski ungli atki. Main ne nahi khola. Usne khud khola, dheere, jaise neeche koi sun raha ho. Peela kapda kandhon se utra to uske bra ki patti meri kalaai se lagi. Main uske baal kaan ke peeche sarakaata hoon, woh meri jeans ki belt ke pass rukti hai, sochti hai, phir kholti hai.

“Dard hoga shayad,” usne kaha, meri belt ke buckle ko still pakde hue.

“Bolna, ruk jaunga.” Itna kaafi tha. Phir hum dono kapdon ke beech atak gaye, half dressed, half garam.

Salwar uski thighs par atki, phir giri. Main jeans ke saath underwear neeche sarkaata hoon, mera lund uski pet ke neeche chhoota hai, garam, tight. Woh dekh ti hai, sharmaati nahi, bas saans bhari leti hai. Khaati par letne se pehle usne apna ek haath mere seene par rakha, jaise naap rahi ho ki main kitna kareeb hoon.

Uski chut pehli baar meri ungli ke neeche geeli lagi, naram, thodi si tight. Maine chakra nahi banaya, sirf dheere dabaya, uski saans ke hisaab se. Jab uski kamar uthne lagi, tab meri ungli andar gayi, bas ek, phir do. Woh meri gardan mein munh chhupati hai, koi badi awaaz nahi nikal ti, sirf garam hawa.

“Aur kar.” Do shabd, saaf.

Main uske upar aaya, apna lund uski chut ke muhane par rakh ke ruka. Usne khud hips uthayi. Pehla dhaka chhota tha. Uski aankhen band hui, honth khule, phir usne meri kamar pakad li. Doosra dhaka gehra gaya. Uski chut ne pakda, itna ki meri saans atak gayi.

Hum akele the, lekin neeche dhol rukta nahi tha. Har dhakke ke saath khaati ki lakdi ek halki si awaaz karti. Main tez nahi hua. Uske kandhon ko dekhta raha, uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf bandhi rahi. Jab usne meri shirt upar ko kheench li, tab mera seena uske bra se raga, kapda ab bhi tha, sirf sarka hua.

Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uske boobs meri hatheli mein bhari lage, nipple ungli ke neeche sakht. Maine munh neeche kiya, chusa, phir uski chut mein wapas ghusa, is baar poora. Woh mere baal pakad ti hai, kheenchti nahi, bas pakad ti hai jaise gir na jaye.

Pehli baar ka dard uske chehre par aaya, phir pighla. Maine ruk kar uski gardan chumi, itna ki uski saans meri kaan ke paas aa jaye. “Theek hai?” Usne sir hilaya, haan. Phir usne khud pair khole.

Hum dono ne dheere se seekha

Rhythm nahi mila shuru mein. Kabhi main tez ho jata, kabhi woh meri kamar hata deti. Phir ek pal aisa aaya jab uski chut ne chhodna band kiya aur lene lagi. Main andar tak gaya, nikal aaya, phir andar. Uski thighs kaanpne lagi. Khaati ki chadar meri mutthi mein aa gayi.

Uska haath mere lund ke neeche gaya, wahan jahan hum jud rahe the, jaise dekhna chahti ho ki kitna andar hai. Woh chhoti si hansi nikal ti hai, sharmili nahi, hairani wali. Main uski kamar dabaye rakha, uske pet par apna pet rakh ke choda, dheere, phir thoda tez jab usne heel meri kamar mein gaad di.

Neeche kisi ne taali bajayi, sagai ka shor. Upar sirf hamari saansein thin. Maine uski chut ke upar wala naram hissa ungli se ragda, jab lund andar tha. Woh meri shirt ke kapde ko munh mein daba leti hai, awaaz rokne ke liye. Uski aankhen khulti hain, meri taraf, geeli.

“Raghav… yahan.” Usne apna haath mere haath par rakha, wahi jagah, tez nahi, bas lagataar. Main wahi raha. Uski kamar ek baar uth ti hai, doosri baar, teesri baar atak jati hai. Uski chut sikudti hai mere lund ke around, itni ki meri rago mein khichav aa jaye.

Main nikalne laga tha, bahar, uske pet par. Usne kamar pakad kar rok liya, sirf ek pal, phir chhod diya. Maine bahar nikal kar uski thighs par giraya, garam, chipchipa. Woh dekh ti hai, saans bhari, phir apni hatheli se wahan ponchhti nahi, bas leti rehti hai.

Khaati chhoti pad gayi thi dono ke liye. Main uske bagal mein let gaya, meri shirt ab bhi gardan par atki hui, jeans takne par. Usne salwar pairon ke paas se uthayi, lekin pehni nahi. Dupatta fars par pada tha, peela kurti uske seene ko dhakne ke liye kaafi nahi tha.

Paseena uske baal ki latt mein chipka. Maine uski aankhen dekhi, usne meri. Koi badi baat nahi hui munh se. Bas usne meri kalaai pakdi, itni der ke kettle ka dhuan khatam ho chuka tha.

“Neeche log puchen ge.” Yeh usne kaha, lekin uthne ki koshish kamzor thi.

“Toh bol dena chai peene uthi thi.” Maine uski kamar par haath rakha, ab sex ke liye nahi, sirf isliye ki woh kaanp na jaye. Uski saans ab sidhi thi, lambi saans, dheere.

Phir usne meri taraf muh kiya aur dubara chuma, is baar bina tedhepan ke. Meri jeebh uske honth ke beech gayi, usne kaata nahi, sirf pakda. Mera lund phir se bhari hone laga, lekin maine uski thighs ke beech nahi ghusa. Ek baar ho chuka tha. Doosri baar ki bhookh alag cheez thi, aur time nahi tha.

Usne bra wapas lagayi, hook peeche se khud kas ti hui. Kurti uthane mein uska haath meri chhaati se takraya. Main jeans kheench kar pehenta hoon, belt nahi, sirf button. Sandal ab bhi darwaze ke paas gira tha, ek, doosra uske pair mein pehle se tha.

Phone ne meri next chaal palat di

Phone uski salwar ki pocket se bajaa, vibration se kapda kaanpa. Cousin ka naam screen par tha. Usne uthaya, awaaz seedhi ki. “Haan, aa rahi hoon. Upar chai… haan, abhi.” Call kat te hi woh juti pehen ne lagi, is baar dono pair, jaldi.

Main darwaza kholne hi wala tha, uske peeche se railing tak jaane ke liye, neeche uska peela kurti dekhne ke liye. Hawa khidki se aa rahi thi, dhol ab folk beat par tha. Usne dupatta kandhe par theek kiya, meri taraf ek baar dekha, muskurai, aur seedhiyon ki taraf badhi.

Pehla kadam usne bahar rakha. Tab hi upar ki seedhiyon par doosre pairon ki awaaz aayi, bhari, tez, jaise koi function se hawa lene chadh raha ho. Shreya ne aankh se ishara kiya, khud tez neeche utar gayi, mehmanon ke raaste se hat ke.

Latch maine andar se laga diya. Railing par jaane wala kadam wahi ruk gaya. Main khaati par baith gaya, shirt ke hem ko neeche kiya, kettle ki thandi pyali ko dekhne laga. Bahar koi tanki ke paas ruka, cigarette ki gandh aayi, phir utar gaya.

Shreya ki awaaz neeche mix ho chuki thi, taalion mein. Meri jeans ka button ab bhi dheela tha. Main uth kar khidki ke kapaat poora band karta hoon, is baar isliye nahi ki koi dekhe, balki isliye ki main abhi bahar nahi nikalna. Paseena seene se ponchha, chadar ko ek jhatke se seedha kiya, aur kettle ko chuhe se utaar kar sink ke paas rakh diya.

Darwaze ke bahar ab koi nahi tha. Main wahi baitha raha, sandal ke girne ki jagah ko dekhta hua, jo ab khali thi.

More stories to read

Related Stories