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Adult aurat Reema ruk kar Yash ke saath sex karti hai

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Yash ne darwaze ke paas khade ho kar joota uthaya aur bola, “Main jaa raha hoon. Ab aur nahi, Reema.”

Uske kandhe kase hue the. Living room ke beech main ruki, geela towel haath mein, kyunki bartan adhoore chhod aayi thi. Maa ne do baar call kiya tha. Pehli baar usne mute daba diya, doosri baar bola ki meri family ki har baat uske din se upar nahi ho sakti.

“Yeh baat adhuri hai,” maine seedha dekha. “Tu nikalega, lekin yeh yahin khadi rahegi.”

“To tu bhi nikal ja meeting mein. Society wale intezaar kar rahe hain. Main rasta nahi rokunga.”

Bhopal ki shaam Hindustan ki us garmi se chipak rahi thi jo May mein diwaron par baith jaati hai. Fan tez ghoom raha tha, phir bhi mere gale par paseena tha. Main athais saal ki adult aurat hoon, kiraya khud bharti hoon, aur yeh chhota ghar mera hai. Woh iktis ka hai, kai mahine se aata jaata hai, lekin aaj uska pair threshold par tha.

“Main meeting ke liye nahi nikalungi,” maine kaha. “Aur tu agar jaana chahe to ja. Main yahin rukungi.”

Itna keh kar sofa ke paas laut aayi. Uske peeche lift tak nahi gayi. Neeche auto ke liye bhi nahi nikli. Adhuri baat ko chase nahi kiya. Main ruki.

Woh palta. Joota abhi haath mein tha, pair par nahi.

“Tu rukegi, aur main nikalun?”

“Haan. Yeh ghar mera hai. Main nahi jaa rahi.”

Joota neeche rakh diya gaya. Maine pehle uska haath nahi pakda tha. Ab uski ungliyan khud mera towel chhoo kar ruki.

“Reema.”

“Agar tu bhi rukna chahta hai to ruk. Warna darwaza khula hai.”

Darwaza nahi khula. Woh aage aaya. Maine uske t-shirt ke kinaare ko pakda, sirf itna sa ishara. “Haan. Abhi. Yahin.”

Main yahin ruki aur usne joota utara

Pehla chumma gusse jaisa laga, daant tak. Doosra dheema ho gaya jab meri ungliyan uske baal mein ghusi. Towel gir gaya. Cotton kurti paseene se peeth par chipak rahi thi, neeche shorts ki elastic meri kamar par kasti thi. Jeans ki belt uski ungliyon mein atak gayi, phir khuli.

Sofa ke kinare meri rani khisak gayi. Usne meri gardan ke neeche muh rakha, halke se kaata, itna ki meri saans atak jaaye. Main hans di, gusse wali nahi, us thakaan wali jo baat adhuri chhodne se banti hai. Kurti upar uthi. Mere bra ka hook peeth par atka, phir chhoota. Chuchiyan hawa mein tight ho gayin. Uska munh garam tha, jeeb gol, aur jab usne ek nipple daba kar choosa to meri thighs khud khul gayin.

“Yahan. Meeting nahi,” maine kaha, awaaz kuteri hui.

Jeans ghutnon tak utri. Boxer ke andar uska lund already bhari hui line tha. Maine apna ek haath andar kiya, garam, nam. Uski saans meri maathhe par padi. Shorts ke sath meri panty ek hi jhatke mein pateli tak aa gayi. Sofa ke gaddhe par meri chut geeli chamak rahi thi, itni ki uski do ungliyan bina rukawat ke andar chali gayin.

Pehle dhakke dheeme the, sirf yeh dekhne ke liye ki main kasti hoon ya dhili. Main kasi. Ungliyan andar ghumi, angutha upar meri geeli gaddi par raha. Pet ke neeche woh garmi uthi jo bartan aur call se kahi tez thi. Maine uska lund muh ke paas laaya, choosa, lara, jeeb se nass tak. Namak aur sabun dono lage. Uski ungli meri chut se nikal kar mere honthon par lagi, aur maine woh geelapan chaat liya.

“Condom,” usne kaha, jeans ki pocket se nikaalte hue, awaaz bhaari.

Packet khula. Latex chadhate waqt uska haath kapkapaya. Main sofa par let gayi, ek taang upar, doosri floor ko chhooti. Bharat ke is shehar mein bahar scooter aur society ke halle the, lekin kamre ke andar sirf fan aur hamari saansein thi. Lund meri chut ke muh par tika, phir dheere andar gaya. Pehla khinchav lamba tha. Maine uske kandhon ko pakda, naakhon se, aur kaha, “Aur.”

Andar pura baithne ke baad dono ek pal ruke. Meri aankhen band thin, phir khuli. Uski aankhen kareeb thin, gusse ka rang ab bhi thoda. Kamar ne hilaaya. Meri chut ne pakda. Har dhakka sofa ko peeche dhakelta, cushion ki patti meri kamar ke neeche sarakti. Kabhi tez, kabhi rukk kar gol. Maine uske kaan ke paas daant rakhe, kaha nahi, bas saans di.

Uski thighs meri taangon ke bahar kasi thin. Ek haath meri chuchi par, doosra sofa ke back par. Jab lund poori tarah khichta, meri geeli awaaz aati, sharam wali nahi, saaf. Maine apni ungliyon se apni chut ke upar wala hisa ragda, uske dhakkon ke saath. Pet sakht hua. Pani jaisa garmahat neeche se upar chadha.

Palat kar uske upar baithi to kurti ab bhi gardan ke paas atki thi, aadhi utri. Lund seedha neeche se ghusa. Maine uski chhati par haath rakh kar apni speed li, pehle chhoti, phir lambi. Uska munh meri chuchiyon ke beech tha. Meri kamar ghumi. Geela pan sofa ke kapde par nishaan chhod raha tha. Woh neeche se dhakka deta, main upar se leti, aur beech ki woh jagah pakdi rahi jaise pehle wali adhuri baat pakdi thi.

“Reema, main…”

“Abhi nahi. Thoda aur.”

Neeche utar kar maine lund phir muh mein liya, condom ki smell ke saath, phir wapas chut mein. Is baar meri dono taangein uske kandhon par thin. Konas tight ho gaya. Har dhakka meri saans ko kaat ta. Maine uska haath apne gale par rakha, dabav halka, bas yad dilaane ke liye ki main yahin hoon, meeting mein nahi. Uski ungliyan meri gardan par garmi failati rahi.

Tez hote hote sofa ki ek taang khadkhadai. Main hans di phir se, is baar daant dikh kar. Usne meri taang ko aur khola, lund gehra, aur meri chut ne un last dhakkon ko choos liya. Andar se woh lahar aayi jo pet ko gol karti hai. Maine uske peeth ko kheench liya, awaaz dabi, “Haan… yahin.” Meri thighs kaanp i. Pani sa geela pan condom ke kinare tak aaya, phir aur.

Uske baad bhi kuch dhakke chale, kam control, zyada saans. Condom ke andar uska lund dhadka, garam, bhari. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh meri gardan par gir kar raha, pasina mere seene par. Main ne uske baal se hataya, na pyar ka lamba bhashan, na maafi. Sirf ungliyan.

Thodi der baad lund nikal aaya. Condom baandh kar tissue par rakh diya, jo table ke neeche girta sa laga aur ruk gaya. Meri chut ab bhi dhadak rahi thi, shorts ek taraf, panty doosri. Kurti neeche khinchi to chuchiyan kapde se ragdin. Uska t-shirt peeth par chipka tha. Maine uski kamar par haath phera, na rokne ke liye, na bhejne ke liye.

Pani ki bottle uthayi, do ghoont liye, uske munh ko bhi di. Fan wahi tez tha. Bahar kisi ne ghanti nahi bajayi, sirf neeche parking ki awaaz aayi. Bartan sink par waise hi the. Phone sofa ke neeche screen neeche, maa ka naam ab bhi missed par.

“Baat adhuri hi hai,” maine kaha, awaaz saaf.

“Haan.” Usne jeans uthaye, belt nahi kasi abhi. “Main phir bhi nikalta hoon. Raat ki duty hai.”

Yeh naya jhagda nahi tha. Pehle se pata tha. Maine sir hilaaya. Shorts pehni, panty geeli hi andar ki, elastic tedhi. Kurti theek ki. Woh bathroom nahi gaya, sirf sink par munh dhoya, meri towel se ponchha jo ab floor par thi.

Joota is baar sach mein nikal gaya

Joote dono haath mein liye, phir pair mein daale. Lace is baar bandhe. Darwaze par ruk kar meri taraf dekha, muh par woh thakaan jo sex ke baad aati hai, gusse ke baad nahi. Maine uth kar lock nahi lagaya, sirf kinare khadi rahi.

“Meeting…” usne shuru kiya.

“Nikal chuki hogi.”

Woh nikal gaya. Lift ki batti corridor mein jali, phir gayi. Main darwaza band karti hui usi pal deewar ki ghadi dekhi. Society wali meeting ka time bees minute pehle beet chuka tha. Neeche jaane ka sawal hi nahi bacha.

Sink ke paas aakar maine geela towel uthaya aur apna munh ponchha. Bartan waise hi pade rahe. Phone uthaya, maa ko abhi nahi lagaya. Sirf screen ki roshni mein apni ungliyan dekhi, jo ab bhi halki kaanp rahi thin, aur sofe ke gaddhe par woh geela nishaan jo fan bhi jaldi nahi sukhata.

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