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Jiya ka doodh wala bahana tuta, phir boyfriend ne choda

8 min readRomantic Sex Stories

Jiya left sandal ka tasma do baar kheench rahi thi, phir bhi wo dheela hi raha. Main uske saamne khada tha, haath jeans ki pocket mein, soch raha tha ke niche gali tak sirf doodh lene jaana koi badi baat nahi.

“Main do minute mein aa jaungi,” usne kaha, nazar phone ki taraf. “Kirane wale ke yahan double-toned doodh khatam ho gaya hai.”

Delhi ke is purane block ki deewaron par India ki shaam ki garmi abhi bhi chipki thi. Pankha tez ghoom raha tha, par paseena uski gardan par chhota sa raasta bana raha tha.

Meri girlfriend aaj bhi wahi halki kurti aur jeans mein thi jo subah se pehni hui thi. Main yahan do ghante se baitha tha, chai thandi ho chuki thi, aur ab wo nikalne ki taiyari kar rahi thi jaise koi chhoti si zimmedari peeche reh gayi ho.

“Main saath chalun?” yeh sawal mere munh se nikalte hi usne tasma chhod diya.

“Nahi.” Pehle to jawab saaf tha. Phir uski aankhen meri taraf uthin, aur uska saans thoda tez ho gaya.

Tasma atka, irada badla

“Sameer.” Mera naam uske honthon se aisa nikla jaise wo nikalna hi nahi chahti thi. “Doodh nahi chahiye.”

“Toh kahan ja rahi ho?”

“Kahin nahi. Maine bahana banaya. Mujhe lagta tha agar main keh doon ke ruk jao, tum samajhoge main clingy hoon. Magar sach yeh hai ke main tumhe abhi jaane nahi dena chahti. Mujhe tum chahiye.”

Woh line room ki garmi se bhi tez lagi. Hum teen saal se boyfriend girlfriend the, par aaj usne pehli baar itni seedhi baat darwaze ke paas kahi, jab sandal abhi poora pehna bhi nahi tha.

Main ek kadam aage badha. “Jiya.”

Usne mera haath pakad kar apni kamar par rakh diya. “Haan. Abhi. Yahi.”

Itna kaafi tha. Main uske honthon tak jhuka, aur usne muh aage karke chumban pura kar diya. Phone uske haath se bed ke kinare slide hua, screen neeche. Right sandal abhi bhi adhura tha, left sandal ka tasma khula hi latak raha tha.

Hum dono darwaze ke paas hi lipte. Kurti ki button meri ungliyon ke neeche atakne lagi, par Jiya ne khud pehli button kholi, jaise faisla usne pehle hi le liya ho. Uske kandhon par meri hathon ki garmi padi, aur uski saans mere gale par lagti rahi.

“Yahan mat khade raho,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Pankhe ke neeche aa.”

Bed do kadam door tha. Hum wahan tak aise gaye jaise koi bahaana ab beech mein nahi aana chahiye. Jiya ne jeans ki zip khud kheenchi, phir meri belt ki buckle par ungli rakh di. Main t-shirt sar ke upar se utar kar kursi par daal raha tha, jab uski thighs mere against dabi.

Uske baal mere honthon ke paas aaye. Main unhe kaan ke peeche kiya, aur uski gardan chumi. Woh halki si kamp gayi, par hatne ki koshish nahi ki. Kurti bed par giri, bra ki strap uske kandhe se sarakne lagi, aur maine wo bhi utar di.

Uske boobs mere haathon mein bhari aur naram the. Main unhe daba kar nipple munh mein liya, to usne mere baal pakad liye. “Ah, dheere.” Yeh shikayat nahi thi. Yeh aur maang thi.

Main uski jeans aur panty ek saath ghutnon tak kheench laaya. Woh bed par let gayi, sandal ab dono pairon se nikal kar farsh par pad gaye. Meri jeans bhi neeche gayi. Mera lund uski pet par chhoo raha tha, garam, tight, aur uski nazar seedhi usi par thi.

Jiya ne apna ek haath neeche bhej kar mere lund ko pakda. Slow, sure, jaise wo jaanti ho ke main uske liye hi khada hoon. “Itne dino baad aise…” usne kaha, poori line khatam nahi ki.

“Itne dino se yahi soch rahi thi?”

“Haan. Class ke beech, chai ke beech, doodh ke packet ke beech.” Uske honthon par hasi thi, par uski aankhen serious thin.

Main uski chut par ungli phera. Woh geeli thi, garam thi, aur jaise hi meri ungli klitoris par ruki, uski kamar uth gayi. Do ungliyan andar gayin to usne meri kalai pakad li, hataane ke liye nahi, rakhne ke liye.

“Aur, ” usne kaha. “Yahi.”

Main uske seene par honth phiraate hue neeche utra, pet chuma, phir uski thighs ke beech muh rakha. Pehla chat uske liye itna tez tha ke usne pillow ka kone daba liya. Dusra dheema kiya, jeebh gol, phir seedha. Uske ras ka swaad namak aur garmi mila hua tha.

“Sameer, bas… andar.” Yeh bhi hukm nahi tha. Yeh bechaini thi jo ab bahane ke peeche chhup nahi sakti thi.

Bedside par condom ka packet pehle se pada tha, kal raat ka, jo humne use nahi kiya tha. Maine ek todha, wrapper farsh par gaya, aur condom apne lund par chadha liya. Jiya ne pair khol kar mujhe beech mein khinch liya.

Main uski chut ke muh par lund rakh kar ruk gaya, uski aankhon mein dekhne ke liye. Usne sirhane se sir uthaya aur meri gardan kheench li. Itna ishara kaafi tha. Main dheere andar gaya, pehle thoda, phir poora, jab tak meri thighs uski thighs se takraayin.

Uski chut ne pakad liya. Garam, tight, aur har inch par nami. Maine pehla dhakka halka diya. Dusra tez. Teesra uski kamar ke hisaab se. Har baar uski saans meri kaan ke paas toot’ti, kabhi naam, kabhi bas awaaz.

“Aur tez, ” usne kaha, pair meri kamar par lapet te hue. Main tez hua. Bed ki lakdi halki si chhinkne lagi, pankha upar se wahi ghoomta raha, aur Delhi ki gali se kisi scooter ki horn door se kaati, phir khatam.

Hum dono is tarah jude the jaise koi bhi kirana, koi bhi doodh, koi bhi bahana beech mein nahi aa sakta. Meri girlfriend ke nakhun meri peeth par chhote nishan chhod rahe the. Main uske boobs dabaata, kabhi nipple chusta, kabhi uske honth le leta, jab uska munh khulta.

Position thodi badli. Jiya ne mujhe side kiya, khud upar aa gayi, baal chehre par girte, aur mere lund par baith gayi. Uski chut ne poora le liya. Woh upar neeche hui, pehle short, phir lamba, apni speed khud set karti. Main uski thighs pakde raha, uski kamar ke neeche se uthata, jab wo apna wazan aage jhukati.

“Dekh mujhe, ” usne kaha. Main dekhta raha. Uske boobs hil rahe the, pet tight tha, aur uski aankhen meri aankhon se nahi hat rahi thin. Yeh wahi ladki thi jo do minute pehle sandal ka tasma kheench rahi thi. Ab uske pairon mein kuch nahi tha.

Uski speed badhi. Meri ungli uski chut ke upar wale hisse par rahi, gol, dabav ke saath. Jiya ki awaaz unchi hui, phir usne apna munh meri shoulder par daba diya taaki deewar ke us paar tak na jaaye. Bharat ke is shehar mein PG rooms ki deewarein patli hoti hain, yeh baat hum dono ko pata thi, isliye uska daba hua moan aur bhi gehra laga.

Woh kampte hue meri chhati par giri, andar hi andar tight hoti, aur maine uski kamar pakad kar dhakke jaari rakhe jab tak uska orgasm poora nahi utra. Uske baad bhi main andar tha, slow, uski geeli chut mein khiskaata, apni saans sambhalte.

“Ab tum, ” usne kaha, honth mere kaan par. Main usko neeche kiya, uski taangon ko apne kandhon ke qareeb kiya, aur tez choda. Har dhakke par uski chut se awaaz aati, geeli, saaf. Meri thighs thak rahi thin, par rukne ka mann nahi tha.

Jiya ne meri kalai pakad kar apne seene par rakh di. Main uske nipple ko ungli se malte hue last dhakke laga raha tha. Condom ke andar pressure chadha, phir toot’ta hua nikal aaya. Main uske andar hi jhuka, maatha uske maathe se, dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Jo khwahish darwaze ke paas khuli

Kuch der tak sirf pankha chalta raha. Jiya ke baal mere honthon par the. Main condom sambhal kar bed ke kinare tissue par rakha, phir wapas uske bagal mein let gaya. Uske body ki garmi ab bhi meri bahon mein thi.

“Doodh, ” maine halki si hasi ke saath kaha.

“Doodh kal lenge.” Usne meri chhati par ungli ghumayi. “Aaj nahi.”

Yeh meri girlfriend thi, wahi jo roz chhoti-chhoti lists banati hai, par aaj list tut chuki thi. Hum boyfriend girlfriend ki tarah is room mein pehle bhi soye the, par aaj ka rukna alag tha kyunki yeh uske munh se nikla tha, darwaze ke paas, jab nikalna tay tha.

Main uske kaan ke peeche chuma. Woh palat kar meri taraf aa gayi, ek taang meri taang par. Jeans, kurti, sandal, sab farsh par the. Koi naya kapda pehanna ab uske dimaag mein nahi tha.

“Mujhe laga tha tum gussa hoge, ” usne kaha. “Isliye maine kirana ka naam le liya.”

“Gussa kis baat ka? Ke meri girlfriend mujhe chaahti hai?”

Usne meri baat kaat di, lekin hasi se. “Isliye nahi kaha tha. Isliye kaha tha ke main khud ko bhi ready nahi paati thi itna seedha bolne ke liye.”

Pankha ek round tez hua, jaise voltage thoda chadha ho. Uske baad wapas wahi speed. Main uski peeth par haath phiraata raha, uski kamar ke neeche, jahan ab bhi meri ungliyon ke nishan dheeme the.

Jiya ne farsh par pada left sandal dekha, tasma ab bhi khula. Usne pair nahi badhaya. Sirf nazar daali, phir meri taraf wapas aa gayi.

“Niche wala sochta hoga doodh khatam hi nahi hota is ghar mein, ” maine kaha.

“Sochné do.” Usne aankhen band kiin. “Aaj ke liye sochné do.”

Hum aise hi pade rahe. Koi doosri round nahi. Koi nayi baat nahi jo kal ke liye list banaye. Sirf yeh garmi, yeh kamra, aur yeh aurat jo nikalne ke ek kadam pehle ruki.

Sandal neeche, faisla abhi

Jiya uth kar baithi, baal sambhalte, phir jhuki aur dono sandal ko bed ke neeche dhakel diya. Phone ab bhi screen-neeche tha. Usne use uthaya nahi. Sirf itna kiya ke apna haath mere haath par rakh diya.

“Main nahi ja rahi, ” usne kaha, seedha, bina koi future joode. “Abhi yahi.”

Main uske saath bed par hi raha. Bahar gali se kisi ke chappal ki awaaz aayi, door hui. Andar sirf do log the, meri girlfriend aur main, uske boyfriend, usi Delhi wale room mein jahan doodh ka bahana tuta tha.

Usne mera haath apni kamar par wapas rakha, is baar sex ke liye nahi, ruke rehne ke liye. Main wahi raha. Sandal neeche the. Darwaza jaisa tha waisa hi. Aur uska faisla usi pal, usi bistar par, poora ho chuka tha.

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