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Pallavi aur Leela: do adult auratein ki chhupi marzi aur khula milan

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Leela ki maa ki awaaz speaker par itni saaf thi ki main joota utaare bina hi darwaze ke paas ruk gayi. Unhone gusse se kaha, “Tune Delhi wali post nahi li. Pallavi ke liye apni naukri chhod di. Itni badi adult aurat hokar bhi tu chhupati hai?”

Leela ki awaaz andar se kaampi. “Maa, yeh meri marzi thi. Main untees saal ki hoon. Naukri maine khud nahi li.”

Main Pallavi hoon, saat-bees saal ki adult aurat. Leela meri flatmate hai, meri umar ki aurat, aur hum dono adult ladkiyan is chhote ghar mein saath rehti hain. Hall mein kadam rakhte hi usne phone ki volume girayi. Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin.

North India ki yeh thand Chandigarh ke sector twenty-two mein haddi tak utar aati hai. Meri sweater abhi bhi pehni thi, lekin garam kamra us khabar ko halka nahi kar raha tha.

Call ke beech sach

“Tu kitne din se yeh chhupa rahi hai?” meri awaaz sochi-samjhi nahi nikli. Leela ne phone sofa par rakh diya. Uska haath kaamp raha tha.

“Teen hafte,” usne kaha. “Offer aaya tha. Maine mana kar diya. Tujhe nahi bataya kyunki tu yeh bojh na uthati.”

Main uske saamne khadi rahi. Hum akele the, do adult auratein, aur beech mein woh faisla jo usne meri marzi ke bina le liya tha. Gussa pehle aaya, phir koi aur cheez jo gusse se bhi tez thi.

“Main koi bachi nahi hoon,” maine kaha. “Tu meri zindagi ka hisaab khud mat kaat. Agar tu ruki, to yeh bhi keh de ki kyun ruki.”

Leela ne honth chaate. Uski kurta ki button gale ke paas khuli thi, jaise call ke dauran usne kolar khincha ho. “Kyunki main tujhe chahti hoon. Itne mahine se. Naukri nahi, tu wajah thi.”

Woh jumla kamre mein gir gaya. Meri saans ruk si gayi. Hindustan ke is planned shehar mein hum dono alag shehron se aayi thin, lekin yahi atak gayi thin, aur ab woh atakna ek chhupi hui chahat ban kar saamne aa gaya tha.

“Itne din chup,” maine kaha. “Aur ab maa ke speaker par?”

“Maa ne kaagaz dekh liye. Main unse jhooth nahi bol saki. Tujhse bhi nahi bol saki. Dar tha ki tu has degi, ya ghar chhod degi.”

Main aage badhi. Uski kamar ke kareeb meri ungliyan ruki, phir uske kapde ko nahi, uski kalaai ko chhua. “Hasne wali baat nahi hai. Gussa hai. Aur yeh bhi hai ki main bhi tujhe dekhti rahi hoon.”

Leela ki aankhen bhar aayin, lekin aansu nahi giraye. Uska haath meri sweater ke manhne par raha. “To ab kya? Tu mujhe daantna chahti hai, ya yahin rukna chahti hai?”

Maine uski kalaai apni chhati par rakh di. “Rukna chahti hoon. Aur tujhe bhi chahungi, lekin chhup-chhup ke nahi. Agar tu ab bhi nahi chahti, to haath hata de.”

Usne haath nahi hataya. Ulta meri sweater ke neeche ungli pheslayi, meri kamar tak. “Chahti hoon. Abhi. Yahi.”

Pehla kiss jaldbaazi wala tha. Uski jeebh meri honthon ke beech aa gayi, aur maine uske baal pakad liye. Doosra kiss dheema hua, jaise dono yeh naap rahi hon ki gussa ab bhi hai ya nahi. Gussa tha, lekin uske neeche geeli si pyas bhi thi.

Hum paas aa gaye

Sofa ke kinare meri jeans ki button khul gayi. Leela ne zipper neeche kiya, meri thighs tak denim sarka di. Thand lagegi, socha, lekin uske haath garam the. Main uski cotton kurta ke upar se uski chuchi masalti rahi, jab tak kapda khijh na ban jaye.

“Nikal,” usne kaha, aur khud apni kurta sir ke upar se kheench li. Uski bra kali thi, thodi dhili, jaise ghar mein aaram ke liye pehni ho. Maine hook khole. Uski chhati meri hatheliyon mein aa gayi, naram, bhari, aur uski saans meri gardan par girne lagi.

Hum sofa par let gaye, ek doosri ke upar nahi, bagal-bagal, taaki dono dekh saken. Maine uski bra door fenki. Usne meri sweater aur andar ki t-shirt ek saath nikaal di. Meri chuchi uske honthon ke neeche aa gayin. Woh chusti rahi, daant halka sa lagati, aur meri kamar uth kar uske muh se chipak gayi.

“Itne mahine,” maine kaha, saans todte hue. “Tu sketch bhi nahi karti thi meri. Sirf chup.”

“Chup isliye,” usne meri pet par honth rakhte hue kaha, “kyunki tere kapdon ke neeche sochti thi. Ab sochne ki zaroorat nahi.”

Uske baal mere pet par gir rahe the. Maine unhe kaan ke peeche kiya. Uski jeebh meri navel ke neeche gayi, phir meri underwear ke elastic tak. Main khud us kapde ko hips se sarka kar neeche fenk di. Meri chut uski saanson se sikanewali thi, geeli, aur usne pehle naak se, phir honth se chhua.

Pehli chat aisi lagi jaise koi sawal pooch raha ho. Doosri tez thi. Uski jeebh meri chut ke beech se upar gayi, clit par ruki, aur meri ungliyan uske kandhon par kas gayin. Main shor nahi karna chahti thi, lekin gale se awaaz nikal hi gayi.

Leela ne meri ek taang sofa ke backrest par chadha di. Uska haath meri thighs ke andar se aaya, do ungliyan dheere andar, aur jeebh bahar se gol. Meri kamar uske muh ki taraf uthne lagi. Gusse ki baat ab sirf ek dhamak ban kar peeth mein rah gayi thi.

“Yahan,” maine kaha, uske sar ko dabate hue. “Yahi rakh.”

Woh rakh ti rahi. Meri chut uski jeebh par phisalne lagi, aur uski ungliyan andar se mor khoti thin. Ek pal aisa aaya jab main uska naam le kar band ho gayi, pair tane, phir dheeme dheeme dhil gayi. Uski aankhen upar uthin, muh chamak raha tha, aur usne meri taang ko nahi chhoda.

Main usko kheench kar upar layi. Uski jeans ab bhi thi. Maine button kholi, denim aur panty ek saath utar. Uski chut meri hatheli par geeli mili, baal chhote, aur jab maine ungli pheri to uski kamar meri taraf dhakki.

“Meri baari nahi, saath,” usne kaha. Hum karwat le kar ek doosri ke muh ke saamne aa gayin, taange khuli, thighs ek doosri ki gaal se lagi. Maine uski chut chatni shuru ki, usne meri. Do adult auraton ki saansein ek doosri ki chut par gir rahi thin, aur sofa ke cushion neeche khisak rahe the.

Uska swaad tez tha, thoda namak, thoda ghar ki sabun ki khushbu. Maine apna ek haath uski gaand ke neeche se ghusa kar uski chut ko khola, jeebh andar tak. Uski ronyeli awaaz meri chut par kampan ban kar padi. Woh bhi meri clit ko honthon mein le kar chusti rahi, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar saans leti.

Kabhi-kabhi hum alag hote, honth ponchhte, phir wapas chipak jaate. Koi mechanical round nahi tha. Kabhi uski chuchi meri taang se ragad khati, kabhi meri ungli uski chut mein itni gehri ki uski kamar kaamp uthati. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin uska haath meri kamar par rakha rehta, jaise main kahin na jaaun.

“Andar aur,” usne meri thighs ke beech se kaha. Maine teesri ungli nahi daali, do hi ko mor diya, aur apna muh uski clit par jamaye rakha. Uski saans bigad gayi. Uski ungliyan meri chut mein tez chalne lagin, aur main bhi uske saath uthne lagi, jaise dono ek hi lehar par hon.

Pehle woh aayi. Uski thighs meri gaal ke dono taraf kasin, awaaz dabi, phir khuli. Uski chut meri jeebh par dhakne lagi, geeli, garam. Maine nahi hataya. Jab tak uski kamar dhil nahi hui, muh wahi raha.

Phir usne mujhe wapas sofa ke takiye par dhakela, apna muh meri chut par rakha, aur do ungliyan andar. Is baar tez. Meri chuchi usne khud nahi dabaayin, maine khud masal liin, kyunki uska muh neeche busy tha. Woh lehar jo pehle adhuri thi, ab poori aa gayi. Main uske baal pakad kar uth baithi, phir gir gayi, aur uski jeebh tab bhi clit par thi jab meri taange kaanp rahi thin.

Thodi der hum nange hi pade rahe, ek doosri ki kamar par haath, fan ki halki hawa peeth par. Meri jeans farsh par padi thi, uski kurta sofa ke arm par. Koi naya kapda nahi aaya, koi darwaza nahi khula.

Leela ne meri gaal par honth rakha. “Ab gussa?”

“Gussa kam hai,” maine kaha. “Lekin yeh baat yaad rakh. Meri zindagi ke faisle meri marzi se. Tu job chhodna chahti thi to keh deti. Main bhaagti nahi.”

Usne meri ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein liya. “Ab nahi chhupaungi. Naukri nahi li, yeh meri choice thi. Tu alag choice hai. Dono ko ek jhooth mein nahi bandhna.”

Main uski chhati par kaan rakh kar leti rahi. Uski dhadkan tez thi, phir dheemi. Hall ke darwaze par mere joota ab bhi pade the, jaise main abhi aayi hoon. Waqt itna nahi bitta tha jitna andar bitta lag raha tha.

Aaj yahin

Phone screen ek baar chamki. Maa ka missed call. Leela ne hath badhaya, lekin maine pehle us tak pahunch kar device ulta kar diya, screen neeche, sofa ke takiye ke peeche.

“Ab nahi,” maine kaha. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin. Main uske kandhe par sar rakh kar boli, “Aaj main yahin rukti hoon. Yahin, tere saath, is sofa par. Kal jo bhi hai, woh kal.”

Usne meri sweater uthane ki koshish nahi ki. Apni kurta bhi nahi pehni. Sirf ek chadar jo sofa ke peeche gira karti thi, usko kheench kar hum dono ke nange jism par daal di. Meri taang uski taang ke upar aa gayi. Uska haath meri kamar par raha, na bandish, na wada, sirf wazan.

Main ne aankh band ki. Gusse ki ganth ab bhi thi, lekin uske neeche uski chahal, uski geeli ungliyon ki yaad, aur yeh seedha faisla ki main uth kar apne kamre nahi jaungi. Chandigarh ki thand khidki se chipak rahi thi, lekin chadar ke andar do adult auratein garam thin, aur phone ulta pada tha.

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