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Pallavi ke saath tuta wada aur kitchen sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

“Manav, Sunday wala jumla ab kitchen mein mat dohra,” Pallavi ne mixer band karte hue kaha.

“Maine sirf itna kaha tha ki Meenal ke grihpravesh par hum namkeen sambhalenge,” maine katori counter par rakh di. “Logon ke saamne haath nahi pakadna. Tune khud bola tha cousin ke saamne ajeeb laga.”

Woh meri taraf ghumi. Cotton kurta uske kandhon par dheela tha. Jeans ki silai uski kamar par kasi hui thi. “Maine ajeeb ki baat nahi ki thi. Maine kaha tha ki log jaldi natija nikalte hain. Tune usko doori samajh liya.”

Bhopal ke is dusri manzil ke kitchen se terrace ki seedhi dikh rahi thi. Bharat ke is hisse ki shaam garam thi. Pani ki tanki par kabootar baithe the, aur neeche society ke bachche cycle le kar bhaag rahe the.

“Doori nahi chahiye thi mujhe,” usne kaha. “Chahiye tha ki tu meri taraf se assume karna band kare.”

Tap se pani tapak raha tha. Namkeen ka geela masala thali mein pada tha. Curtains se dhoop kat kar floor par khadi thi. Pallavi meri dost hai, koi rishtedaar nahi, aur dono lambi umar ke baad yahan aaye hain. Phir bhi Sunday ko main dara. Socha couple dikhna us par bhaari padega.

Pichle saal kaam ke kaaran main India ke beech mein Bhopal shift hua tha. Yahi society, yahi khidki, yahi Pallavi jo opposite block se mirch mangne aati thi. Us din bhi yahi garmi thi, lekin aaj uski awaaz mein gussa saaf tha.

“Main samajha tha tu rukna chahti hai,” maine kaha.

“Rukna nahi.” Uski awaaz kam thi, saaf thi. “Aaj bhi nahi.”

Wada tootne ke baad

Usne apna ek haath aage badhaya, meri shirt ke button par ruka, aur meri aankhon mein dekha. Main sarak sakta tha. Main nahi sarka.

“Agar yeh nahi chahiye to keh de,” usne itna hi kaha.

“Chahiye,” maine jawab diya.

Pehla kiss jaldi tha, doosra dheema. Uske honth namak se chipchipaye hue the. Maine uski kamar pakdi, usne meri shirt ka pehla button khola, phir doosra. Mixer ki garmi ab bhi counter se aa rahi thi, lekin dhyan wahan nahi tha.

“Chulha band kar,” usne honthon ke beech kaha. Maine gas ki knob ghumayi. Namkeen wahin thandi padne lagi.

Kurta uske kandhon se sarak kar bahon tak aa gaya. Uski aankhen nazdeek thin, gusse ke baad bhi gili. Maine uske gale par muh rakha. Uski saans meri gardan par garam thi. Jeans ki zip uski ungliyon se khuli, ek kheench mein nahi, ruk ruk kar, jaise kitchen ki khidki yaad aa rahi ho.

“Khidki ki purdah kheench de,” usne kaha. Maine kheencha. Neeli dhoop kam ho gayi. Ab sirf chimney ki roshni thi aur fridge ki halki gunj.

Uski thighs counter ki edge se chipak gayin jab main uske beech khada hua. Mere lund par kapda ab bhi tha, tight, aur uski hatheli ne usko shalwar ke upar se pehchana. “Itna soch mat,” usne kaha. “Sunday ko bhi yahi soch tha tera.”

Shalwar neeche sarki. Uski chaddi geeli thi. Maine ungli uski chut par pheri, dheere, phir andar. Woh meri shirt ke kandre ko pakad kar khadi rahi. “Haan, yahin,” usne kaha, lambi saans ke saath.

Do ungliyan geeli ho gayin. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaanp rahi thi. Maine honth uski gardan par rakhe, phir uske boobs par, kurta ke neeche se nange. Woh nahi hati. Ulta meri gardan ko apni taraf kheench liya.

“Ab kapde poore nahi,” usne kaha, hasne ke kareeb. Maine apni pant kholi. Mera lund uski hatheli mein aa gaya, garam, bhaari. Usne do baar upar neeche kiya, phir counter ki taraf khud ko aur kheench liya.

Pehle dhakke par uski chut sokh leti hui lagi. Main andar ruka. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. “Chal,” usne kaha. Maine choda, pehle short, phir gehra. Counter ki dawai ki bottle hil gayi, maine usko palat kar sink ki taraf sarka diya.

Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas rahi thin. Har dhakke par uski saans toot kar meri shirt par padti. Kitchen ki tile thandi thi mere pairon ke neeche, Pallavi garam thi saamne. Maine uske baal kanpar se hataaye, uski aankhen khulin, aur usne meri nazar ko pakad liya.

“Itna tez nahi,” usne kaha. Maine speed girayi. Ab har movement lambe thi. Uski chut geeli thi, awaaz bhi geeli. Fridge ne phir se gunja, jaise koi aur kamre mein ho, lekin kamra khaali tha. Meenal abhi terrace par hi thi, neeche se uski hasi kabhi kabhi aa rati thi.

Pallavi ne meri peeth par naakhun rakhe. “Sunday ko tu jo wada le aaya, woh tera tha, mera nahi.” Maine jawab mein uski kamar ko aur kheench liya. Uski jeans ab ek pair ke round mein padi thi. Doosra pair maine poora nikaal diya taaki woh counter par achhe se baithe.

Is asan mein andar aur gehra laga. Usne ek awaaz dabaayi, phir nahi dabayi. “Yahin rakh,” usne kaha. Maine rakh liya. Dhakke ab milkar the, na sirf mere. Uski hatheliyan meri gardan ke peeche bandh gayin. Chimney ki roshni uske boobs par kaat rahi thi.

Thodi der baad usne mera haath apni chut ke upar le gaya, jahan se lund andar ja raha tha. “Yahan,” usne kaha. Maine ungli ghumayi. Uski saans phooli. Uski aankhen bhi. Woh meri shirt ko itna kheenchti ki button aur khul gaya.

Main usko deewar ke kareeb sarka laaya, counter se thoda hat ke, taaki pair zameen par aayein. Ab uski peeth tile ko chhu rahi thi. Maine choda, uski ek taang meri kamar par chadhi. Namak ki khushbu ab bhi haath par thi, uski khushbu uske gale par.

“Bol mat zyaada,” usne kaha jab maine kuch kehta sa muh khola. “Sirf rakh.” Maine rakh liya. Uski chut meri har movement ko pakad rahi thi. Kabhi tight, kabhi dheeli, jaise woh khud decide kar rahi ho kitna lena hai.

Uski awaaz badhi. Maine muh uske honthon par rakh diya taaki terrace tak na jaaye. Kiss ke beech usne meri neeche wali peeth dabaayi. Mera lund pura andar tha. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thin. Ek lambe jhatke ke baad uski saans atak gayi, phir chhoot gayi, garam, geeli, meri collarbone par.

Uske baad main tez nahi hua, bas gehra. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein phans gayin. “Tu bhi,” usne kaha. Maine do aur dhakke maare, teesre par khud ko bahar nikaala, aur apni mutthi mein khatam kiya, uski pet ke neeche, jeans ke kapde se door, apni hi shirt ke palle par.

Beech ki garmi

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Pallavi deewar se sarak kar meri shirt ke kandre par maathe rakh kar khadi rahi. Maine uske baal peeche kiye. Uski aankhen ab gusse wali nahi thin. Thak sa, saaf sa.

“Namkeen kharab hui hogi,” usne kaha.

“Masala to pada hai,” maine kaha. “Tel nahi jala.”

Woh hans padi, chhoti si. Maine pant uthayi, zip lagayi. Usne chaddi aur jeans pehne, kurta kandhon par theek kiya. Button meri shirt ke do khule the, usne khud band kiye, dheere, jaise ab bhi gussa baaki ho lekin jagah nahi.

Sink par maine haath dhoye. Usne towel se apna pet ponchha, phir meri shirt ka palla alag karke sink ke kine daal diya. Kitchen waisi hi thi: thali, katori, band mixer. Sirf hawa alag thi, aur uski gardan par mera nishaan halka sa laal.

“Log samjhenge,” maine kaha, terrace ki seedhi ki taraf chin uthake.

“Samjhein.” Usne masala thali mein nikala, namkeen ko kadhai se nikal kar paper par failaya. “Sunday ko tu samajh ke dar gaya. Aaj samajh ke khada reh.”

Maine plates nikaale. Usne namkeen un par baanti, tez nahi, barabar. Kabhi kabhi meri ungli se uski ungli takrayi, dono hatate nahi the. Fridge ki gunj ruk gayi. Bahar cycle ki ghanti kisi bacche ne bajayi, door.

Pallavi ne lipstick nahi lagayi. Bas paani se honth bhigo kar ponchhe. Kurta ki silai uske kandhon par wapas sahi thi. Jeans ki zip band thi. Phir bhi uski aankhen meri taraf aati rahi, jaise wada ab bhi air mein latka ho aur usko haath se hataana ho.

“Meenal wait karegi,” maine kaha.

“Wait kar rahi hai.” Usne tray uthayi, wazan andaza karke meri taraf aadha diya. “Tu yeh le. Chai ki kettle main uthati hoon.”

Kettle garam thi. Usne kapde se pakdi. Main tray le kar darwaze ke kareeb khada ho gaya. Pallavi ne lights dim nahi ki, bus chimney band ki. Kitchen andheri nahi hui, sirf kam yellow ho gayi.

Seedhiyon se pehle usne mera wrist pakda. Pakad chhoti thi, kadi thi. “Haath chhodne ko mat bolna neeche,” usne kaha. Maine sir hila diya. Tray mein namkeen hil gayi, ek tikka kinare tak aaya, usne ungli se wapas beech mein sar//ka diya.

Tray uthane ka waqt

Terrace ki hawa garam thi, pani ki tanki se aur garam. Meenal ne door se hi awaaz di, “Late ho gaye yaar, log boodhe baithe hain!” Pallavi ne kettle uthaye rakhi aur boli, “Aa gaye. Masala set karna pada.”

Maine tray table par rakh di. Pallavi ne mera wrist nahi chhoda jab tak cups ke paas nahi pahunche. Meenal ne dekha, eyebrow uthayi, kuch nahi poocha. Pallavi ne chai dhalni shuru ki, meri taraf ek cup kheench kar, jaise yeh roz ka kaam ho.

Neeche Bhopal ki sadak ki lights jal rahi thin. Society ke log plate le kar aaye. Main namkeen ki taraf khada raha, Pallavi chai ki taraf. Beech mein jab koi nahi dekh raha tha, usne meri shirt ke band button ko ek ungli se chhua, bas itna, phir kaam par laut gayi.

Meenal ne has kar kaha, “Kal Sunday ko tum dono itne serious the, aaj theek lag rahe ho.” Pallavi ne cup pass kiya aur boli, “Serious ghalat jagah tha.” Maine kuch explain nahi kiya. Tray khaali hone lagi. Shaam dhal rahi thi. Hum wahi khade rahe, kaam karte, haath ab chhupaaye nahi.

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