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Pallavi ne mujhe club chhodne ko kaha phir pehli baar choda

6 min readHindi Sex Stories

Pallavi ne meri kala jersey mere haathon se kheench li jab main sofa ke kone par baith kar use seedha kar raha tha.

“Aaj club mat ja. Yahin ruk,” usne kaha.

Uski aankhen gusse mein nahi thi. Irada tha, sakht aur saaf. Peach kurta jeans ke upar siat mein thi, bindi maathe par abhi bhi chipki hui.

“Meeting saat baje hai. Captain wait karega.”

“Toh wait kare. Chaar mahine se main wait kar rahi hoon, Abhay. Aaj jawab de.”

Pankha tez ghoom raha tha. Bhubaneswar ke is do kamron ke flat mein Sunday ki shaam bhari padi thi, aur gali se rickshaw wali ghanti ki thin awaaz aa rahi thi. India ke is purbi kone ki garmi kapdon ke neeche chipak jaati hai.

“Tu rukega ya nahi? Seedha.”

Jersey sofa ke takiye par gir gayi. “Rukta hoon.”

Uske kandhon ne halka sa dheela chhoda. Woh mere kareeb aayi aur white t-shirt ka pehla button ungli se khol diya. Chhati ke upar uski ungli ruki, poochti hui nahi, bas pakadti hui.

Club chhodne ka seedha sawal

“Main maa ke yahan dinner pe jaungi, lekin pehle yeh. Agar mann nahi hai to abhi keh,” Pallavi boli, awaaz kam karke.

“Mann hai,” maine kaha, aur uska haath apni chhati par dabaye rakha.

Honth pehle daant se takraaye, phir theek baithe. Uski saans meri saans se mil gayi. Chaar mahine ke chumme alag the. Aaj uske honth geele the, aur jeebh jaldi mein thi.

Jeans ki aadhi khuli zip meri kalai se chhui. Main ruka. Pallavi ne khud kheench kar zip neeche ki, jaise faisla usne pehle hi le liya ho. Kurta ke neeche bra ka strap kandhe se khisak raha tha.

“Yahan, sofa par. Kamre tak nahi,” usne kaha. “Time kam hai.”

Hum sofa par dhal gaye. T-shirt sir ke upar nikalte hue meri kalaahi tak atak gayi, usne has diya, phir kapda fenk diya. Track pants ke naade mein ungli atakne par dono thodi der ruke. Woh meri thighs par baith gayi, kurta abhi bhi pehne, neeche se jeans ek taang par latak rahi thi.

Uski chuchiyan bra ke cup se upar dabi hui thi. Maine strap giraaya. Pallavi ne meri gardan jhukayi aur ek chuchi honth mein le li. Dant halka sa laga, main kheencha, phir uske baal pakad kar use aur kareeb khincha.

“Ahista, pehli baar hai dono ke liye,” uske honth mere kaan ke paas the.

“Pata hai.”

Wallet track pants ki jeb se nikal kar side table par rakha. Packet ka foil fatka. Pallavi ne dekha, sir hilaaya, phir khud packet mere haath se liya aur foil faada. Mera lund uski mutthi mein garam tha. Condom ki ring usne haath se utari, main ne khud roll karke chadha liya, kinara pakka karke. Barrier uske baad utra nahi.

Uski chut meri ungli par pehle se geeli thi. Do ungliyan andar gayi to woh meri gardan dabayi, naak meri collarbone se ragar khati rahi. Jeans poori tarah nikal kar farsh par padi. Kurta usne khud sir ke upar se kheench liya. Nangi Pallavi pankhe ki hawa mein kaampi, phir mere upar aa kar ruk gayi.

Jo darr hum dono paar kiye

Woh dheere baithee. Lund ki nok uski chut ke muh par fisli, phir andar gayi. Pallavi ki lambi saans atak kar tootii. Uski kamar meri hatheliyon mein kaampi. Main andar poora nahi gaya pehle, bas itna ki uski aankhen band ho jaayein.

“Theek hai?”

“Haan. Aur de.”

Uske ruke hue honth khule. Main upar se dhakka diya, sofa ka spring ek baar chillaaya. Pallavi ne apna ek haath mere baal mein phaansa, doosra sofa ke backrest par. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas kar lapeti hui thi. Har dhakke par uski chut kasti, phir dheeli padti.

Pehli baar ki jhijhak beech mein aayi jab meri kalai uske baal mein ulajh gayi. Dono hans pade, maatha maathe se takraya, phir chumma lamba ho gaya. Usne meri lower lip kaati, main uski chuchiyon ko dabaata raha, anguthe se gol.

Rhythm milte hi shabd kam ho gaye. Pallavi ke gale se jo awaaz nikli woh sharmili nahi thi, bhari thi. Main ne use sofa par letaya, khud uski taangon ke beech aaya. Condom ki patli layer ke peeche garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski geeli chut meri har movement ko choosti rahi.

“Abhay… yahin, tez nahi, bas andar.”

Uske kandhon ko sofe ke gaddhe mein dabaye rakha. Pallavi ki aankhen kabhi meri taraf, kabhi pankhe ki taraf. Paseena uski gardan se collarbone par behne laga. Maine jeebh se woh namak chaata. Uski kamar uth kar meri se takrai, jaise woh khud hisaab kar rahi ho kitna lena hai.

Bahar gali mein koi radio chal raha tha, filmi geet ka tukda. Bharat mein aisi Sunday ki raatein aksar ghar ke pankhe ke neeche hi khatam hoti hain, aur aaj meri bhi wahi kat rahi thi, club ke ground se door.

Uski ungliyon ne meri peeth par nishan kiye. Main uski clitoris anguthe se malne laga, chhoti si golaai, geeli. Pallavi ki saans bigad gayi. Uski chut ne lund ko jhatke se pakda, pair sofe se khisak kar meri kamar par atak gaye.

“Main… ab.”

Woh kampte hue aayi, daant meri shoulder ki skin mein, awaaz kapde ke gaddhe mein dabi. Uske baad bhi main hila, ahista, kyunki uski thighs abhi band thi. Meri khud ki lehron ne jaldi pakdi. Condom ke andar girte hue main uski gardan mein munh gaad kar ruka, koi naya dhakka nahi diya.

Kuch der sirf pankha suna. Pallavi ki ungli meri khaan-patti par thi, gol gol. Mera lund abhi bhi andar tha, dhima padta hua, barrier ke saath. Main nikal kar kinare se condom utara, moonh band karke tissue se lapeta, side table ke kagaz ke cub mein daal diya.

Woh nangi leti rahi, ek taang sofe se latakti. Maine uski kamar par haath rakha. Uski aankhen meri taraf khuli, thaki hui, shaant.

“Dinner. Saat pentaalis ho gaye,” Pallavi boli, clock ki taraf dekhe bina, jaise body ko time pata ho.

Kurta usne ulta pehna, phir theek kiya. Bra skip kar diya, cups sofe ke neeche dikh rahe the, usne nahi uthaye. Jeans kheenchi, zip chhod di aadhi. Kala jersey jo pehle mere haath se chheeni thi, usne kurta ke upar odh li, sleeves kalai tak lapeti.

“Maa sawal karegi yeh kiski hai.”

“Toh keh dena club ki. Aaj main gaya nahi.”

Uske honth muskuraaye, chhota sa. Chumma darwaze ke paas hua, geela nahi, bas band honth. Main nanga nahi tha ab, track pants kheenchi hui thi, t-shirt abhi farsh par hi pada tha.

Jersey pehne woh nikal gayi

Pallavi ne chappal pair mein theeli, kundi ghumaayi, aur seedhi se neeche utar gaye kadam ki awaaz ek ek karke gayab hui. Gali mein auto wale ki boli uthii, phir engine.

Khidki se dekha to woh peeche mudi, meri jersey ka collar thik kiya, aur auto ke andar baith gayi. Screen par captain ka naam chamka. Main ne phone ulta rakh diya, jersey wala khali sofa dekhte hue.

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