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Sahana ke jhoot ke baad studio mein sex

6 min readHindi Sex Stories

Maine wheel ke kinare se extra mitti ponchhi tabhi Sahana ne apron ke feete dubara kase. Hum class ke baad drying rack par geele pot rakhne ka kaam baant rahe the. Teacher ja chuki thi. Studio ki khidki se Mysuru ki dopahar dikh rahi thi.

Bharat ke is shahar ki garmi andar tak aa rahi thi. Pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Sink ke paas do sponge tair rahe the. Sahana ne class ke beech kaha tha uski mummy ka video call aayega, isliye woh jaldi nikalegi.

Ab uska phone patte par ulta pada tha. Screen kaali thi. Woh sponge ko ek hi circle mein ghis rahi thi jaise waqt katna ho.

Maine sponge rok diya.

“Tumne kaha tha call hai. Phone toh band pada hai. Kya baat hai?”

Jo call kabhi aayi hi nahi

Sahana ka haath ruk gaya. Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin. Apron ke neeche uski kurti ka ek button galat ghar mein tha, jo subah nahi tha.

“Call cancel ho gaya,” usne pehle kaha, phir honth kaate. “Woh jhoot tha.”

Main chup raha. Geela matka mere haath mein tha, rack ke kinare adha latka. Hindustan ke is chhote studio mein class ke baad aksar koi nahi rukta, lekin aaj darwaza andar se halka sa band tha aur gali ka shor door lag raha tha.

“Toh tum yahan kyun ho?” maine pucha. “Pots toh main rakh leta.”

Sahana ne sponge sink par patka. Mitti uski kalai par sookh rahi thi. “Kyunki main nahi jaana chahti thi. Aur tumhe yeh poochna tha, lekin munh nahi khul raha tha.”

Woh kareeb aayi. Uski saans meri collarbone ke paas padi. Apron ke feete uski ungliyon mein ulajhe hue the.

“Kya poochna tha?”

“Ki tum mujhe dekhte ho ya sirf meri plates.” Uski awaaz kam thi, lekin seedhi thi. “Agar sirf plates hain toh main abhi nikal jaungi.”

Maine matka rack par rakh diya taaki gir na jaye. Uska haath mere t-shirt ke kone par ruk gaya, gila, thanda.

“Plates nahi hain,” maine kaha. “Tum rukna chahti ho toh ruko. Main bhi yahin hoon.”

Usne meri kalaai pakdi aur sink ki taraf khincha. Humne mitti dho daali. Pani garam tha. Uski ungliyan meri ungliyon ke beech se nikalteen rahi. Jab haath saaf hue, usne apron utara aur hook par hang kiya. Main ne bhi apna apron utara.

Sahana ne khud meri taraf kadam liya. Humne ek dusre ko chuma, pehle halka, phir tez. Uske honth par namak aur mitti ki halki smell thi. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Kurti ke neeche uski skin garm thi.

“Yahan,” usne sink ke peeche cotton durry ki taraf chin se ishara kiya. “Wahan koi khidki nahi karti.”

Hum durry tak gaye. Usne meri t-shirt upar se kheench kar nikaali. Maine uski kurti ke baaki buttons khole. Andar saadi bra nahi thi, sirf cotton bralette, jo peeche se geela tha garmi se. Jeans ki zip usne khud kholi, main ne bas kameez ke hisse ko kandhon se utara.

Woh meri belt ke paas ruki, meri aankhon mein dekha, phir lock khol diya. Mere jeans ghutnon tak utre. Uski jeans bhi durry ke kinare girin. Hum dono underwear mein the, pankha upar se hawa de raha tha, kiln ke box se halki garmi aa rahi thi jo class se pehle band kiya gaya tha lekin abhi thanda nahi hua tha.

Jo daba hua irada khula

Maine uski bralette ka hook khola. Uski chhatiyaan meri hatheliyon mein bhari. Usne meri gardan par honth rakhe, phir neeche aayi aur mera underwear kheench diya. Mera lund uski mutthi mein aa gaya, geela nahi tha pehle, lekin uske haath ki garam dabav se jaldi khada ho gaya.

Sahana ne zuban se meri noke ko chhua. Main durry par baith gaya, peeth thodi diwar se lagayi. Usne mera lund choosa, dheere, phir tez. Uski aankhen kabhi upar uth ti thin. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein thi, kasti nahi, bas rakh kar.

“Itna tez mat,” maine kaha, saans phooli. “Main jaldi nikal jaunga.”

Woh hansi, muh chhod kar. “Toh pehle mujhe chhuo.”

Maine use durry par letaya. Uski underwear main ne pairon se utaar di. Uski chut geeli thi, baal chhote rakhe hue. Maine do ungliyan andar daalin. Woh kamar uthayi, meri kalai pakdi. Main ne honth uski thighs par rakhe, phir upar jaakar uski chut choosi. Uski awaaz dabi, jaise gali tak na jaye.

“Kabir, ungli tez karo.” Mera naam uske muh se nikalte hi uski thighs meri kanon ke paas sikud gayin.

Maine ungliyan tez keen. Uska ras meri hatheli par behne laga. Jab uski saans tik tik si ho gayi, maine muh hataya. Wallet jeans ki jeb mein tha. Maine condom nikaala, packet phaada, lund par chadha diya. Rubber ki smell mitti ke beech ajib thi, lekin zaruri thi.

Sahana ne khud tange kholi. “Aao.”

Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Woh khud neeche se sarak kar andar le gayi. Pehla dhakka dheere tha. Uski chut kas kar baithi. Maine uski kamar pakad kar doosra dhakka diya. Durry neeche sarakne lagi, isliye maine ek haath uski kamar par, doosra diwar par tika diya.

Hum chode, pehle milkar, phir tez. Uski chuchiyaan meri chhati se ragad kha rahi thin. Kiln ki garmi peeth par padti thi. Kabhi kabhi uski nakhun meri peeth par chalti, kabhi woh meri gardan kaat ti.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha. Maine kamar jhukayi, lund poora ghusa. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Main ne uska ek stan muh mein liya, chuchi ko daant se halka dabaaya. Woh karah uthi.

Thodi der baad usne mujhe dhakka diya, palat gayi, aur mere lund par baith gayi. Ab control uske ghutnon mein tha. Woh upar neeche hui, jeans ke bikhre kapde pair ke paas atke rahe. Maine uski thighs pakdi. Uski chut meri noke ko nichodti rahi.

“Yahan ruko,” maine kaha jab nikaas kareeb aaya. Usne speed kam ki, lekin ruk nahi. Main ne uski kamar dabaye rakha. Condom ke andar garam jamavat sa mehsoos hua, phir main nikal aaya. Sahana ne kuch pal aur ragda, apni ungli clitoris par rakh kar, aur meri chhati par gir kar kamp gayi.

Hum wahi pade rahe. Pankha wahi ghoom raha tha. Uski saans meri gardan par thandi padne lagi. Maine condom utaar kar tissue se bandha, kachre ki tokri mein daala jo sink ke paas thi. Kapde durry ke kinare the, mitti ke dhabbe ab bhi jeans par sookh rahe the.

Sahana ne bralette pehle pehna, phir kurti. Button is baar sahi ghar mein gaye. Main underwear aur jeans khinchte huye uski taraf dekhta raha. Uska phone ab bhi patte par ulta tha, jaise call kabhi aane wala hi na ho.

Maine jute pehne hi nahi

Usne apron dubara nahi pehna. Chappal pair mein daal kar darwaze ki taraf badhi, phir ruki. “Juice ke liye bahar ruki thi na tum. Chalo.”

Maine jute uthaye, lekin pehne nahi. Drying rack ki taraf nazar gayi. Teen geele pot abhi bhi wheel ke kinare the, jo humne rakhne se pehle ruk gaye the. Upar wala pankha unki taraf seedha hawa de raha tha. Mitti ki diwar pehle se phatne lagti hai jab upar se sookhe aur neeche geeli rahe.

“Yeh nahi jaayenge,” maine kaha. Matka uthane ke liye haath badhaya. “Agar ab nahi rakhe toh shaam tak crack aa jaayega. Teacher kal subah yahi pehle dekhegi.”

Sahana ne darwaza pakda. Uski aankhen pots par gayin, phir mere nange pairon par. “Toh tum ruk rahe ho.”

“Haan. Tum jao.” Maine pehla pot dono hatheliyon se uthaya, rack ke niche wale khane mein rakha. Doosra pot bhaari tha. Uske baad teesra.

Woh muskurayi, chhoti si, bina promise ke. Phone uthaya, chappal ki awaaz se gali mein utar gayi. Darwaza uske peeche halka sa khula reh gaya.

Maine jute wahi patte ke neeche rakh diye. Juice stall ka irada ab nahi tha. Geeli mitti ab bhi wheel par chipki thi, aur usko bhi saaf karna tha warna kal subah sab dekh lenge ki kaam adhoora chhoda tha.

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