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Char adults ke group ne sofa par saath sex kiya, Smita ruki

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Smita ne living room ke darwaze ke paas right jooti mein pair ghusaya. Left jooti abhi bhi uske haath mein jhul rahi thi, jaise woh do minute mein gali nikal jaayegi.

Main sofa ke kone par baithi thi. Kabir mere bagal mein tha. Dev window ke paas khada tha. Char adults ka yeh group aaj dopeher se Nagpur ke is ghar mein tha, cards khelte hue, purane gaane sunte hue, aur ab shaam dhal chuki thi.

Bahar ki garmi Bharat ke is madhya shehar jaisi thi. Ceiling fan tez ghoom raha tha, lekin paseena phir bhi gardan par tha. Colony ke bulb jal chuke the.

“Maa ne phone kiya tha,” Smita boli, bina seedha dekhe. “Main nikal leti hoon. Kal subah client hai.”

Uske haath mein jooti kamp rahi thi. Meri nazar uski ungliyon par ruki. Woh roz ki tarah tez nahi thi.

Dev grill se hat kar bola, “Main scooter se chhod doon?”

“Nahi.” Sir hilaya usne. “Main khud chali jaungi.”

Kabir ne halke se hansi di. “Roz ki tarah bhaag rahi ho.”

Smita ne left jooti pair ke paas rakh di, pehni nahi. Darwaze se ghum kar teenon ki taraf dekhi. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thi, tez thi.

“Main isliye nikal rahi thi kyunki mujhe sharam aa rahi thi. Maa ka phone bahana tha. Asal baat yeh hai ki main teenon ko ek saath chahti hoon. Group mein. Aaj. Yahi.”

Jooti haath mein ruki

Fan ki awaaz ke alawa kuch nahi tha. Cards table par bikhre pade the. Koi uth kar lock nahi ki taraf gaya.

Main khadi ho gayi. “Toh jooti utaar. Main bhi yahi soch rahi thi, lekin bol nahi paayi.”

Kabir ne khali cup table par dhakka diya. “Haan.”

Dev ne window band nahi ki, sirf curtain aadha khinch diya. “Jo na chahe, abhi nikal sakta hai.”

Smita ne right jooti bhi utaar di. “Main ruki. Char log. Abhi.”

Uski peeli kurta ki do buttons pehle se khuli thi, jaise jaldi mein pehni ho. Main uske paas gayi aur un buttons ko aur nahi, balki uske kandhe ko chhua. Woh peeche nahi hati.

Kabir sofa se uth kar Smita ke peeche aa gaya, lekin pehle meri taraf dekha. Main sir se haan ki. Dev curtain ke paas se hat kar mere shirt ke hem ko halke se khincha. Main uska haath pakad kar apni kamar tak le gayi.

Pehli kiss Smita ki nahi, meri thi. Dev ke honth namak aur chai jaisa taste the. Smita ne meri gardan par saans chhodi, phir Kabir ko muh ghuma kar chuma. Charon ka group us chhote living room mein itna kareeb aa gaya ki table ke cards girne lage.

Mainne shirt ke buttons khol diye. Bra abhi thi. Smita ki kurta upar uthi, white salwar ki nada dheeli ho gayi. Kabir ka t-shirt sofa ke arm par pada. Dev ne apni jeans ki chain kholi, lekin turant nanga nahi hua.

“Yahan,” Smita ne sofa ki taraf chin uthaya. “Bahar se awaaz aaye toh ruk jaana, band mat karna.”

Colony ki ek scooter door se guzri. Koi nahi hila. Main sofa par let gayi, jeans zipper khud kholi. Dev ne meri jeans tangon se khinchi. Meri panties geeli thi, usne ungli se sirf patti sarki, andar nahi ghusi pehle.

Smita Kabir ke god mein baithi, salwar ek tang se latak rahi thi. Uski chuchi Kabir ke muh mein gayi, aur uski aankhen band hote hi meri taraf khuli. Mainne uska haath pakda. Woh meri ungliyon ko apni chut tak le gayi, upar se kapda ab bhi tha, geela.

Char log ek sofa

Sofa chhota tha char adults ke liye, isliye Dev ghutnon ke bal carpet par aa gaya. Usne meri panties ek taraf sarka kar meri chut par jeeb pheri. Meri kamar uth gayi. Smita ne woh dekh kar Kabir ka lund jeans se bahar kiya, haath se masla, phir mujhe dekha jaise pooch rahi ho.

“Idhar aa,” maine kaha. Woh jhuki aur Dev ke baal ke upar se mere honth tak aayi. Do jeeb, ek saans. Kabir ne peeche se Smita ki thighs kholi. Uski chut par uski apni ungli thi, meri nahi.

Dev utha, pocket se condom nikaala, wrapper phaada, lund par chadhaaya. Mainne uska chehra pakda. “Dheere.” Usne sir hilaya, phir meri chut mein lund daala. Pehla dhakka pura nahi tha. Doosra dhakka meri saans tod gaya.

Smita usi pal Kabir ke lund par baithi, bina condom ke nahi. Kabir ne apna packet khud khola, pehna, phir uski kamar pakad kar neeche utara. Smita ki awaaz dabi, phir khuli. Charon ke saath ek hi rhythm nahi tha. Kabhi Dev tez hota, Kabir ruk jata. Kabhi Smita meri chuchi dabaati, main uski gardan kaatti.

Hindustan ke chhote colonies mein aisi shaamein aksar deewaron ke peeche chup rehti hain. Aaj fan ke neeche woh chhup nahi rahi thi. Bahar kisi ne ghanti nahi bajayi. Sirf kisi ghar ka TV tha, door.

Dev ne meri ek tang sofa ke back par rakh di. Lund gehra gaya. Maine Smita ka haath apni chut ke upar laakar clit dabaaya, Dev ke dhakkon ke saath. Smita jhuki, meri chut par muh lagaya jahan Dev nikalta. Uski jeeb aur uska lund ek saath the. Meri aankhen band ho gayin.

Kabir bola, “Badlo.” Koi command nahi thi, sawal tha. Smita uth khadi hui, condom wala lund uski chut se nikalte hue chamka. Main sofa se sarak kar carpet par aa gayi. Dev hat gaya. Kabir saamne aaya, naya condom pehna, meri thighs ke beech litak gaya.

Smita Dev ke god mein palat kar baithi. Uski peeli kurta ab gardan par atki thi, nangi kamar Dev ke haath mein. Doosri taraf Kabir ne mera lund nahi, apna lund meri chut mein daala. Meri ungliyan uske kandhon par gaddi. Uska haath meri gaand ke neeche tha, uthata, giraata.

Group toot kar do joode nahi bana. Smita ne Dev ko chuste hue mera haath pakda. Mainne uski chuchi masli jab Kabir mujhe chod raha tha. Dev ki saans unki saans se milkar bhaari ho gayi. Smita ne kaha, “Aur.” Sirf itna.

Kabir nikal kar meri chut se hat gaya, condom baandha hua. Main palat kar ghutnon par aa gayi. Smita mere saamne thi, Dev peeche se uski chut mein tha. Maine Smita ki chut par muh lagaya, Dev ke lund ke kaareeb, jeeb se clit. Uski thighs meri kaanon par kaampi.

“Malini,” usne mera naam kas ke liya. Main ruki nahi. Dev ke dhakke uski jism ko mere muh par dhakelte. Kabir mere peeche aaya, meri gaand nahi, meri chut phir se. Do condom, do lund, do auratein, ek hi carpet.

Paseena sofa ke leather par phisal raha tha. Meri shirt ek bazu se latak rahi thi. Smita ke baal Dev ke muh par pad rahe the. Koi porn wala gina-gina hua palat nahi chala. Jab saans phoolti, ruk jaate. Jab Smita hans deti, Dev bhi hans ke ruk jata, phir dhakka lagata.

Mainne Kabir ko peeche dhakela, khud upar baithi, lund andar liya, kamar ghumayi. Smita mere bagal mein aa kar meri chuchi muh mein le gayi. Dev khada ho kar Smita ke honthon tak lund le gaya, condom hata kar nahi, muh ke bahar, gaal par. Usne haath se nikal diya, Smita ke honth uske lund ke side par the, jeeb nahi ghusi zor se.

Kabir ki ungli meri clit par thi jab main uske lund par uth-baith rahi thi. Meri kamar tez hui. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par thi, Smita par nahi. Phir Smita ne mera chehra ghumaya aur chuma, Kabir ke dhakkon ke beech. Char logon ka group wahi atak gaya, koi door nahi, koi kamra nahi.

Smita pehle geeli cheekh ke saath kaampi, Dev ke haath mein, meri jeeb uski chut par. Uski ungliyan mere baal masal gayin. Uske baad main Kabir ke lund par kas gayi, meri chut jhakjhor gayi, awaaz dabi nahi rahi. Kabir ne lambi saans bhar ke condom ke andar nikal diya, meri kamar pakde hue.

Dev thoda baad mein Smita ki thighs ke beech haath se nikal gaya, condom mein. Koi zor ka shor nahi tha. Sirf fan, aur charon ki saansein.

Main sofa ke kone par gir ke baithi, bra abhi ek kandhe par thi. Smita meri taang par sar rakh kar leti rahi. Kabir ne paani ka glass kitchen se nahi, table ke jug se bhara, pehle Smita ko diya, phir mujhe. Dev curtain thoda aur khinch kar dekhne laga ki gali khaali hai ya nahi.

Koi doosri round nahi chahiye thi. Kapde dheele, jism nam, living room wahi. Cards ab bhi floor par the.

Scooter nikalte hi nishani

Smita uth kar salwar ki nada baandhne lagi. Kurta seedha kiya, do buttons galat hole mein daale, phir theek kiye. Mainne apni jeans khinchi, shirt ke neeche bra theek ki.

Jooti darwaze ke paas wahi padi thi. Usne pehli baar ki tarah right pair daala, phir left. Is baar haath nahi kampa.

Kabir t-shirt pehen kar sofa par baitha raha. Dev ne jeans ki chain lagayi. Main darwaze tak Smita ke saath chal di.

“Kal client sach hai,” Smita boli. “Maa ka phone bhi sach tha. Jhoot sirf yeh tha ki main nikalna chahti thi.”

Mainne kuch nahi kaata. Usne mere kalaai par do ungliyan dabaayin, phir Dev aur Kabir ki taraf dekha, ek saath, alag-alag nahi.

Scooter neeche stand par thi, colony ke cone ke paas. Smita seedhi utri, helmet nahi tha, baal bandhe. Engine jalaya. Teenon living room ke darwaze par khade rahe, kapde adhure theek, roshni peeth peeche se padti hui.

Woh ghum kar dekhi. Haath nahi hilaya. Char ungliyan handle se uthakar gini, phir scooter nikal gayi. Watchman ne teenon ko ek saath dekh liya, sirf dekha, kuch nahi poocha.

Main andar nahi hati. Kabir ke kandhe par Smita ki peeli dupatta padhi thi, jo usne jaate waqt daal di thi bina ruke. Dev ne curtain chhod diya. Gali mein scooter ki awaaz kam hui, phir khatam.

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