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Rep Anjali ke saath tooti pairing ke baad kamre mein sex

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Anjali ne extra helmet mere seene se sata diya, itni sakhti se ki meri lambi saans beech mein atak gayi.

“Yeh wapas le lo. Kal subah Sharma ji ko maine keh diya, joint beat nahi karungi.”

Gwalior ki us pehli manzil ke kamre mein fan tez ghoom raha tha. Bharat ke is garm sheher ki shaam abhi zameen par poori baithi bhi nahi thi, aur field ki dhool meri light blue shirt ke collar par chipki hui thi.

Grey polo aur black jeans mein woh khadi thi, baal clip se kase hue. Untees saal ki us aurat ki awaaz saaf thi, jaise koi leaflet na padh kar seedha faisla suna rahi ho.

Helmet mere haath mein reh gaya. “Tumne mujhse poocha tak nahi.”

“Isliye nahi poocha kyunki faisla pehle ho chuka tha.” Clip par ungli rakh kar usne wazan badla. “Main bhi rep hoon, tum bhi. Buddy route meri marzi ka nahi. Kal hi mana kar diya.”

Pairing usne kal hi tod di

Do helmet hook the. Ek ab khaali dikh raha tha, doosre par uska khud ka helmet latka tha. Folding chair palang ke bagal mein thi, khidki ke curtain aadhe the.

“Toh yahan bulaane ka matlab sirf itna tha?” maine poocha.

“Haan. Aur yeh bhi ki tum yeh sochna band karo ki main territory ke chakkar mein tumhare peeche ghumi.” Anjali ki aankhen nahi hati. “Jo beech mein tha, use kaam se mat chipkao.”

Gusse ke neeche kuch aur bhi khicha. Hindustan ke chhote field sheheron mein do rep aksar ek scooter par nikalte hain, lekin usne woh aadat pehle hi tod di thi.

Theek hai, pairing khatam, yeh baat ab hawa mein nahi thi. Route alag, sample alag, Sharma ji ko jo kehna tha keh diya. Extra helmet maine khaali hook par latka diya aur haath hata liya.

Uske kandhon ne dheela chhoda. Polo ka collar uski gardan par gir gaya. “Bas. Ab koi hisaab nahi.”

Fan ke ilawa kuch nahi suna. Meri kamar ab bhi sakht thi, jaise body ko abhi field ka map yaad ho. Anjali ne ek kadam aage liya.

“Manav.” Mera naam usne aise liya jaise koi brand na ho. “Jo main kal keh chuki hoon, uske baad bhi main tumhe yahan rokna chahti hoon. Kaam alag. Yeh alag.”

Uski aankhon mein dekh kar maine seedha poocha, “Rokna hai to bolo, nahi to main nikal jaunga.”

Pehla button usne pakda, khola nahi, bas pakde rakha. “Ruko. Mujhe chahiye.”

Doosri baat bilkul alag nikli

Itna kaafi tha. Apna ek haath uske haath par rakh kar maine dabaye rakha, phir munh milaya. Eelaichi aur dhoop ki milti hui saans pehle honth, phir daant ke kinaare tak aa gayi.

Clip meri ungliyon mein atak gaya. Baal khul kar uske kandhon par girne lage. Polo ka kapda paseene se peeth par chipka tha, isliye uthate waqt uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche garam mili.

Jeans ki zip usne khud kholi, is tarah jaise koi aur rukawat bachi hi na ho. Main shirt ke baaki button khol kar light blue kapda chair par daal chuka tha. Grey trousers ki belt ki khanak chhoti thi, lekin kamre mein wahi sabse saaf awaaz lagi.

Palang ke kinare par baithe hue usne meri kamar pakdi. “Dheere, fan ke neeche. Bahar gali hai.”

Gali ki awaaz door thi, scooter nahi, sirf kisi radio ka halka shor. Maine uski thighs ke beech ghutne tikaye aur polo poori tarah upar sarakayi. Bra simple black thi, hook peeche. Khulte hi uske seene meri hatheli mein bhar gaye, garam, thode nam.

Honth uski gardan par rakhte hi woh peeche jhuki. “Haan… wahan.” Short, seedhi. Koi lamba natak nahi.

Jeeb se uski chuchiyon ko lete hue maine jeans aur panty dono taangon se nikaal di. Black kapda palang ke paas gir gaya. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, meri ungliyon par chipak kar bataa rahi thi ki yeh faisla abhi ka nahi, pehle se andar jal raha tha.

Do ungli andar jaate hi uski kamar uth gayi. “Manav, bas ungli mat.” Awaaz mein gussa nahi, jaldi thi.

Pant ki pocket se condom nikaal kar maine foil todi. Mera lund pehle se khada tha, nasean saaf. Rubber serhane par chadhate waqt Anjali ne meri kalai pakdi, dekh kar nod kiya, phir palang par let gayi aur taange kholi.

Pehle dhakke par uski chut ne dabaya, phir dheere chhod diya. Andar poora jaate hi dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Fan ki hawa peeth par padi, lekin beech jahan hum jude the wahan hawa nahi thi, sirf garmi thi.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, naakhon se. Maine kamar pakad kar rhythm pakda, na itna tez ki palang baje, na itna dhheela ki woh wapas ungli maange. Har dhakke par uski aankhen band hoti, phir khulti, jaise ginti na ho rahi ho, sirf check ho raha ho ki main yahin hoon.

Grey polo ab uske gale ke upar atki thi. Maine woh bhi saraka di. Nangi kamar, nangi thighs, sirf gardan par pasina. Mera munh uske seene par gaya, daant halka sa, jeeb tez. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi, kheenchi nahi, bas rakhins.

Palang ki chadar sirhane se sarakne lagi. Anjali ne meri peeth par nakhun rakhe. “Ruko, upar aao nahi… main upar.”

Wazan badla. Woh kood kar baithi, mera lund ab bhi andar, condom ki patli layer ke saath. Apni kamar ghuma kar usne speed li, pehle chhoti, phir bhari. Meri hatheliyan uski thighs par thin, uske kandhon tak gayin, wapas uski kamar par aayin.

Neeche se dekhte hue uske baal chehre par chipak rahe the. Clip palang ke kone par pada tha, kaam ka nahi. Har baithak par uski chut kasti, chhodti, phir kasti. Maine seena uthaya, uski chuchi munh mein li, usne meri gardan pakad li.

“Is baar mat nikalna,” usne kaha. Matlab condom ke saath andar tak, nikal kar baahar nahi. Maine nod kiya. Kaam wali baat jaisi saaf.

Uski ungliyan mere seene par failin. Niche uski chut geeli awaaz de rahi thi, sharam ki nahi, jaldi ki. Main neeche se uth kar milaya, itna ki uski saans toot kar meri shirt-less chhati par giri, jo ab nahi thi, sirf chamdi thi.

Thoda tez hua to palang ki ek lakdi boli. Dono ruke. Gali se kuch nahi aaya. Phir usne hans kar, chhoti si, meri kamar daba di. Main hans diya, daba ke, taaki awaaz bahar na jaaye.

Wapas usi milaan mein. Uski aankhen is baar khuli rahi. Main uski chut ke andar poora khada, har chhoti hilchal par nasean tight. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas rahi thin. Ek pal aisa aaya jab uski ungliyan meri kalai par kaanpne lagin, phir poori body ek tarah se khinch gayi.

Geeli garmi condom ke upar bhi mehsoos hui. Uske baad bhi woh baithi rahi, saans bhaari, phir dheere meri chhati par gir gayi. Maine kuch der uske baal hataye, kaan ke peeche se. Mera lund ab bhi andar tha, dhadakta, phir maine bhi chhod diya, condom ke andar, uski chut ke dabao mein.

Nikalte waqt dono chup rahe. Rubber utar kar kudeadaan ke kinaare ki marzi se band karke daal diya, lamba natak nahi. Palang par woh karwat lei, meri baju uski kamar par. Paseena saaf karne ke liye usne apni polo ka kinaara use kiya, phir hansa, thak kar.

“Pairing nahi, yeh tha,” usne kaha. Ek line, bas. Maine uske kandhe par honth rakha, koi wada nahi.

Akeli scooter le kar nikal gayi

Jeans pehle laut aayi, phir black bra, phir grey polo. Clip dhoondh kar usne baal wapas kase. Main trousers pehen kar shirt uthaye khada raha, button abhi khule.

Hook se usne apna helmet utara. Extra wala, jo maine wapas latkaya tha, wahi pada raha. Koi explanation nahi di. Pairing ka aakhri nishan wahi khaali nahi, bhara hua hook tha jise usne chhua hi nahi.

Darwaze par ruk kar sirf itna bola, “Kal apna beat, mera alag.” Phir seedhiyon ki awaaz. Gali mein scooter start hui, ek baar clutch, phir nikal gayi.

Fan ab bhi ghoom raha tha jab engine ki awaaz gali mein ghul gayi, aur extra helmet hook par waise hi latka raha.

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