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Galat wool tag dekh kar Niharika ke saath hasi-mazaak wala sex ho gaya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Niharika ne donation wale karton se ek chamkili nightie nikali aur mere naak ke itne paas laayi ke mujhe kapde ki sasti khushbu aa gayi. “Yeh dekh, winter wool chhap hai, kapda aisa patla jaise rumal.”

Hum Surat ke community hall ke peeche store room mein khade the. Charity ke liye kapde alag karna tha, bachchon wali dheri alag, bado wali alag. Bahar April ki garmi thi. Bharat ke is industrial sheher mein dopahar ko hall ki deewarein bhi garam ho jati hain.

Tag padhte hi hansii nikal gayi. Koi packet hi galat chipka diya tha. Niharika ki aankhen meri taraf uthin. Uske baal gande rubber band se bandhe the, maathe par pasina chamak raha tha.

Woh meri nazar ko shirt ke button se khinch kar seedha pakad gayi. “Tum kapdon ka size check kar rahe ho, ya meri kamar?”

Sawal itna saaf tha ke sorting ka matlab hi badal gaya. Maine karton ka kagaz still pakde rakha, lekin ungliyan kaam nahi kar rahi thin.

“Kamar,” maine kaha, aur meri awaaz hasi se tuti. “Pehle tag, phir tum. Dono galat jagah par sahi lag rahe ho.”

Galat tag

Niharika hans padi, woh wali hansii jisme naak se awaaz nikal jati hai. Nightie usne apni cotton kurti par lapet li. Patla kapda uski chest par chipak gaya, aur woh khud apni shakl dekh kar mukh banane lagi.

“Agar main yeh pehun, to wool wali amma lagungi ya cheap heroine?” Usne nightie ka zipper thoda khincha, phir chhod diya. “Varun, sach bata. Subah se tum hasate ho, lekin nazar kaam par nahi tikti.”

Shankar bhai ki pickup van shaam se pehle aani thi, isliye humne jaldi ka wada kiya tha. Wahi wada ab beech mein atak gaya. Store room ki khidki adhkhuli thi, courtyard soona pada tha, aur hum akele the.

Maine uska haath nightie ke kapde ke saath pakda. “Main dekh raha hoon. Agar tum bhi yahi chahti ho, to yeh sorting ek minute ruk sakti hai.”

Usne meri belt ki buckle par ungli rakhi, sir hilaya, aur meri taraf ek kadam aa gayi. “Haan. Abhi. Van se pehle.”

Pehla kiss tedha pada. Uske daant mere honth se takraaye, dono hansne lage, phir usne theek se chuma. Nightie beech mein dubki, zipper meri kalai se atak gayi, aur woh phir se khilkhilayi.

Kurti usne khud upar se kheench kar karton par phenk di. Neeche saadi bra nahi thi, sirf ek patli slip. Garmi mein uski skin nam thi. Maine apna ek haath uski kamar par rakha, doosra nightie ke zipper par. Zipper ne meri ungli kaatne ki koshish ki.

“Yeh to jhoot bolne wala kapda hai,” maine kaha. “Wool ka naam, aur pakad aisi jaise jangla.”

Niharika ne jeans ki zip kholi aur kapda ghutnon tak dhakela. Nightie usne sir ke upar se pehni, lekin zipper piche se adhura rah gaya. Woh meri taraf pith karke khadi ho gayi. “Band kar, warna main isme hi sort karti rahungi.”

Zipper uske baal mein atak gaya. Ek lamba baal kheench gaya, usne “ow” kaha, phir hasi. Maine baal chhudaya, zipper neeche kiya, phir upar. Nightie uski thighs tak aa gayi, aur patla kapda uski chut ke triangle ko saaf dikha raha tha.

Meri shirt ke button usne kholne shuru kiye, ek chhoot gaya aur karton ke neeche lodak gaya. Dono jhukey, maathe takraaye, aur is baar hasi itni tez thi ke bahar courtyard mein bhi gayi hoti, agar koi hota.

Hansi ke beech woh sawal

Jeans meri takhnon par atak gayi kyunki maine joote nahi utare the. Niharika ne pair se joote dhakke diye, phir meri underwear ko anguthe se khincha. Mera lund bahar aaya to usne dekh kar muh banaya, jaise koi aur galat tag mil gaya ho.

“Yeh bhi size wala joke hai kya?” usne kaha, aur hath se halke se pakda. Hasi ab bhi uski awaaz mein thi, lekin pakad mein nahi.

Maine uski nightie utha kar uski chut par muh rakha. Kapda itna patla tha ke jeebh se geelapan saaf mil gaya. Usne mere baal pakde, phir chhod diye, phir pakde. Ek sock ki gathri mere kandhe se phisal kar kamar tak aa gayi. Maine use dhakka diya, sock ne floor par thap kiya.

“Charity dekh ke mat rukna,” usne upar se kaha, saans tod kar. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin honth hasi ke liye taiyar the.

Do minute baad woh mujhe khinchtin hui sorting wali mez tak le gayi. Mez par folded towels the, maine unhe ek taraf saraya. Niharika mez ki kor par baithi, nightie kamar tak uthi hui, pair mere kamaron par. Maine jeans ke pocket se condom nikaala. Wrapper itna shor karta tha jaise koi chips ka packet ho.

Dono ek dusre ka munh dekh kar phir hans diye. “Yeh bhi donation mein nahi aaya,” usne kaha. “Jaldi kar, Varun. Main yahan wool lecture nahi sunna chahti.”

Wrapper floor par gaya. Maine condom chadhaaya, uski chut par lund ko ragda, phir andar dhakka diya. Woh geeli thi, lekin pehla dhakka phir bhi dheema raha. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gaddi ki tarah padin.

Doosra dhakka tez tha. Nightie ka hem meri pet par chipak gaya. Usne meri gardan mein munh rakha aur hansii dabaane ki koshish ki, jo fail ho gayi. Hansi ke saath uski chut ne mera lund ko kas diya, aur meri saans atak gayi.

“Mat hans,” maine kaha, jo khud hasi se kharab ho gaya. “Nikal jaunga.”

“To andar reh,” usne kaha, aur pairon se meri kamar lapet li. “Main koshish karti hoon. Fail ho rahi hoon.”

Mez ne ek halki cheekh di, jaise purana lakdi ka joint. Hum ruke, ek dusre ko dekha, phir dheere chalaye. Uski stani nightie ke peeche hil rahi thin, kapda geela ho kar transparent ho gaya tha. Maine unhe kapde ke upar se dabaye rakha, muh se kapda chiira, aur nipple ko daanton se halke se dabaya.

Niharika ne sir piche fenka. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein nam thi. Main uske andar dhakke lagaata raha, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar uski aankhen dekhne ke liye. Jab bhi meri pubic bone uski clit se takrati, woh ek chhoti si awaaz karti jo hasi aur moan ke beech ki thi.

Karton pair se hat kar palat gaya. Uski ek chappal ud gayi. Maine chappal ko ignore kiya. Hindustan ke doosre shehron ki tarah Surat mein bhi aise hall ke peeche store room hote hain jahan koi nahi jhankta, lekin abhi bhi kaan bahar ki taraf the.

Usne mujhe andar se khincha, phir meri shirt ke kopen ko pakad kar apni taraf jhukaya. “Thoda aur niche. Haan. Wahan. Ab mat bolna ke tag check kar rahe ho.”

Maine kuch nahi bola. Lund uski chut mein pura tha, mere pet par uski nightie ki silwatien chipki thin. Dhakke ab ek rhythm mein the, mez ki kor uski gaand ko uthaye hue. Pasina meri aankh mein gaya, maine ponchha, usne mera chehra dekh kar phir se hans diya.

Hansi ke jhatke se mera lund nearly bahar aa gaya. Maine uski thighs pakad kar theek kiya, andar dhakka diya, aur dono ek second ke liye chup ho gaye. Phir usne meri kaan ke paas kaha, “Wool hota to hum chipak kar so jaate.”

Yeh line itni bewakoof thi ke mere pet mein hasi aur tight hone ka milaj ho gaya. Maine uski chut tez chodi, uski aawaz uthne lagi, usne apna haath apne munh par rakh liya. Nightie ka strap ek kandhe se utar gaya. Uski ek stani bahar aa gayi, maine us par munh rakha, daant nahi, sirf jeebh.

Uski ungliyan mere baal mein kasin. Pair meri kamaron par kadi ho gaye. Andar se uski chut dabki, chhodi, phir dabki. Maine usi pace par choda jab tak uski saans ek lambi si kaamp mein na badal jaaye. Woh climax par hasi nahi, ek gahri awaaz ke saath aayi, phir turant meri gardan mein munh daba kar hansne lagi jaise sharm aur sukoon ek saath hon.

Mera lund ab bhi andar tha, tight. Maine kuch dhakke aur diye, uski geeli chut ki awaaz chhoti aur gandi thi. Nightie meri kalai se phisli. Maine uski gaand pakdi, tez kiya, aur khud nikalne laga. Condom ke andar garmi faili, mere ghutne kamzor pade, maine mez ki kor pakad kar khud ko sambhala.

Kuch second tak sirf saans thi. Uski aankhen nam thin, lekin muskaan wahi sasti nightie wali thi. Maine lund bahar nikaala, condom sambhala, ek kagaz ke envelope mein lapeta jo size wali chitthon ke liye pada tha, aur use ek khaali dibbe mein daal diya.

Niharika abhi bhi mez par baithi thi, nightie pet par atki, ek chappal gayab. Maine uski thighs se pasina ponchha. Usne meri shirt ke khule kopen ko band karne ki koshish ki, button nahi mila, to kapde ko aise hi chhod diya.

“Sorting adhuri hai,” usne kaha, awaaz ab bhi hasi se geeli. “Aur meri izzat is zipper ne le li.”

Maine uska zipper dhoondha, baal chhudaye, nightie utari. Kurti usne jaldi pehni, jeans khinchi, missing chappal pair se talash ki. Chappal towel ke neeche mili. Hum dono kapde pehn rahe the jaise koi race ho, lekin munh ab bhi dheele the.

Van ke headlights

Tab courtyard ki zanjeer khanki. Metal ka wo purana awaaz jise Shankar bhai har hafte late laate hain, aaj jaldi aa gaya. Khidki se pehle dhool, phir headlights ki do peeli lakeerein deewar par daud gayin.

Maine jeans ki zip kheench kar shirt andar ki, jo button gayab thi use chhoda, aur bado wali dheri se do bharay hue bistre uthaye. Niharika ne nightie ko wool wale jhoot ke saath hi bado ke karton mein dhakel diya, jaise wahi uski sahi jagah ho.

Van ke engine ne gate ke peeche gurraya. Mere haath mein bistre the, kamar ab bhi dheeli thi, lekin kaam wapas aa chuka tha. Main turant pichhle darwaze se courtyard ki taraf nikal pada, sacks ko aankhon ke saamne uthaye, taaki koi meri khuli shirt na padhe.

Niharika peeche se boli, “Size ab theek se alag karna, Varun.” Hansi uski awaaz mein thi, lekin kadam mere jaldi ke the. Headlights aur kareeb aayi thin, aur mujhe abhi van load karni thi.

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