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Gusse ke baad Malini ke saath jo sex Lucknow mein hua

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

“Chala ja na, Arnav. Tu sunta hi nahi.” Malini ki awaaz tez thi, lekin uski aankhen geeli thi.

Jacket kandhe par latak rahi thi aur Lucknow ke us chhote flat ke darwaze par main khada tha. Hindustan ki is garmi mein fan tez ghoom raha tha. Chulha pe daal ubal rahi thi, chamach ab bhi uske haath mein thi, counter par do plate bhi rakhe the.

“Main timepass nahi hoon,” usne kaha. “Tu aata hai, maze karta hai, phir cricket, phir doston ke saath raat. Aaj poochha tha ki Maa se milne chalega ya nahi. Tune sirf kandha jhatka.”

“Tune yeh baat is tarah kahi jaise main koi galat aadmi hoon,” maine kaha. “Main yahan se jaa raha hoon.”

Darwaze ke pass meri saans tez ho gayi. Bahar gali mein cycle ki ghanti bajayi. Haath handle par tha. Pair phir bhi nahi hile.

Chamach sink par rakh kar woh mere paas aayi, lekin chhui nahi. “Jaana hai to ja. Main tujhe rokne wali nahi.”

Uski awaaz mein thakaan thi, gussa bhi. Jacket utar kar maine sofa ke kinare fenk diya. “Main nahi jaa raha. Pehle yeh baat khatam kar.”

Rukna ya nikal jaana

Uske honthon par meri nazar ruki. Collar pakad kar woh itne kareeb aa gayi ki uski saans meri gardan par padi. “Toh reh,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.

Maine uske honth chume. Pehle halke se, phir tez. Gussa ab bhi zaban ke peeche tha, muh par nahi. Kurta ke neeche uski kamar garam thi. Sofa ke peeche tak hum dhakke se lage, lekin koi jhagda nahi bacha, sirf do jism jo rukna nahi chahte the.

Pehle do button meri ungliyon se khule. Shirt usne kaandhon se kheench kar neeche gira di. Adhuri baat ab kitchen ki siiti jaisi door padh rahi thi. Kamre mein kapdon ki ragar aur saans hi bachi thi.

Kurta sir ke upar nikalte hi uske baal chehre par gir gaye. Maine unhe kaan ke peeche kiya. Uski aankhen band nahi thi. Woh dekh rahi thi, jaise pakadna chahti ho ki main sach mein ruka hoon.

Pajama ki nara dheeli hui. Mere jeans ka button uske haath mein aa gaya. Neeche se mera lund tight kapdon mein daba hua tha. Uski ungli zipper par ruki, phir kheench di.

“Aaj tu nahi bhaagega,” usne kaha, aur yeh line gusse wali nahi, bhari hui thi. Sofa par baithte hi maine use apni god mein kheench liya. Uski thighs meri jeans ke kachche kinare par ghisne lagi.

Chhati ke neeche uski skin nam thi. Honth se maine uske nipple ko dabaya, phir jeebh feri. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayi. Ek lamha aisa aaya jab dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, aur fan ki hawa bhi garam lag rahi thi.

Haath neeche le jaakar maine uski chut par ungli rakhi. Geeli thi, garam thi. Do ungliyan andar gayi to usne meri shirt ke last button ko bhi tod diya. “Yahan,” usne kaha, aur apna ek haath mere lund par pher diya.

Jeans aur underwear pairon se nikal kar farsh par giri. Ab main nanga tha, woh bhi nangi thi. Sofa chhota pad raha tha, is liye hum neeche bichhe gaddhe par sarak gaye. Uski peeth kapde ke takiye se lagi, meri khopri uske pet ke itne kareeb thi ki uski saans mere baal hila rahi thi.

Jeebh se maine uski chut ko chuma, dheere, phir tez. Uski thighs mere kandhon ko daba rahi thi. Woh mera naam ko aadhe se kaat kar bolti, jaise poora shabd nikalne se pehle hi jism jawab de de.

“Arnav… bas, andar aa.” Yeh maang saaf thi. Main upar chadh gaya. Lund uski chut ke muh par rakh kar rukaa, uski aankhen mili, phir dheere andar gaya.

Pehla dhakka gehra nahi tha. Uski chut ne baahar se pakda, phir khol diya. Doosra dhakka tez tha. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche uth kar wapas gaddhe par gire.

Bharat ke is purane shehar Lucknow mein aisi shaamein aksar garam aur lambi hoti hain, lekin us pal ghadi ki sui bhi bhaag rahi thi. Hum akele the. Bahar gali ki awaaz door padh gayi thi.

Gusse ke baad narmi

Uske kandhon ko maine pakad kar rakha. Har dhakke ke saath uski chhati meri chhati se takrati. Gussa ab ragar ban chuka tha, wo ragar jo dono ko chahiye thi.

“Aur pakad,” Malini ne kaha. Maine uski thighs kholi, gehra choda. Uski chut geeli awaaz nikal rahi thi. Woh awaaz sharmili nahi thi, seedhi thi.

Kabhi main tez choda, kabhi ruk kar sirf andar bhara rakha. Rukne par uski ungliyan meri kamar ki haddi par maror khati. Phir woh khud upar uth kar baithi, mera lund ab bhi uski chut mein tha.

Uski thighs mere pet ke dono taraf. Woh khud hilne lagi. Pehle chhote chhote, phir aise jaise saari shaam ka roka hua gussa ab uski kamar se nikal raha ho. Mere haath uski chhati par the. Nipple meri ungliyon ke beech dab gaye.

“Dekh mujhe,” usne kaha. Maine dekha. Uski aankhen ab geeli nahi, tez thi. Woh mera lund ko neeche tak le jaati, ruktí, phir dubara baithti. Meri saans tut kar nikli.

Gaddha sarakne laga. Takiyah kinare gir gaya. Uske baal mere muh par aa gaye, maine unhe pakad kar peeche kiya aur uske gale par honth rakh diye. Namak aur soap dono ka swaad tha.

Neeche girte hi uski peeth dubara takiye ki jagah hathiliyon par aa gayi. Maine uske dono taang uthaye. Is baar dhakke lambe the. Uski chut mera lund ko poora nigal rahi thi. Har baar jab meri haddi uski haddi se takrati, uske muh se ek gehra sa awaaz nikalta.

“Yahi… yahi reh,” usne kaha. Rehna ab darwaze wala rehna nahi tha. Jism ke andar rehna tha. Maine uski kamar pakad kar khud ko aur andar dhaka.

Uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayi. Dard halka tha, maza tez tha. Main uski chut ko chodta raha, kabhi tez, kabhi aisa jaise nikalne ka irada hi na ho. Uski saans meri gardan par toot rahi thi.

Palat kar usne mujhe neeche kar diya. Ab meri peeth gaddhe par thi. Woh upar se mera lund par baithi, haath mere seene par tikaye. Hilna uska tha. Meri hatheli uski gaand par thi, dabaaye rakha, lekin taqat uski thi.

“Tu nikalta hai har baar jab baat bhari ho,” usne saans ke beech kaha. Jawab mein maine sirf uski kamar uthai aur apna lund gehra diya. Baat adhuri thi, lekin jism poora tha.

Uski chut sikudne lagi. Ungliyon ne mere seene ko kas diya. Woh jhuk kar mera honth kaatne ke kareeb aayi, phir chuma. Us chumme ke dauran hi uska jism kapne laga. Uski chut ne mera lund dabaya, chhoda, phir dubara kas liya.

Maine usko pakad kar rakha jab tak uski saans apne kaabu mein nahi aayi. Phir usne mujhe upar kheench liya. Ab main piche se nahi, samne se choda, uski taangein meri kamar par ulajhi hui.

Tez dhakkon mein gaddha diwar se takrane laga. Fan ki hawa paseene ko sukha nahi pa rahi thi. Uski chhati meri jeebh ke neeche uth rahi thi. Maine ek nipple chusa, doosri chhati ko haath se bhara.

“Ab nikal mat,” usne kaha, aur yeh nikalna darwaze se nahi, us pal ke baahar jaane se tha. Maine aur gehra choda. mera lund uski chut ke andar phailti mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Khatma kareeb tha. Maine uski thighs aur kholi. Aakhri dhakke bhaari the. Uski awaaz dab kar meri shirt ke giri hui oodh mein kho gayi, jo ab bhi sofa ke paas padi thi.

Bahar nikal kar maine apna lund uski pet par rakh diya. Cum uski naabhi ke kinare tak faila. Uski ungli ne use phelaate hue mera lund ko ek baar aur pakda, jaise abhi bhi rokna ho.

Donon let gaye. Uski kamar meri baanh ke neeche thi. Paseena saaf karne ke liye koi towel nahi tha, is liye maine apni hi hatheli se uske pet ka kinara ponchha. Woh hans di, chhoti si, gusse wali nahi.

Kapde ab bhi farsh par the. Jacket sofa ke kinare se neeche sarak chuka tha. Darwaza jaisa ka jaisa tha, band, lekin mere nikalne ka irada us par nahi bacha tha.

Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli. “Maa wali baat… main dara hua nahi, main gusse mein tha,” maine kaha. Usne meri baat kaati nahi. Sirf apna pair meri taang par rakh diya.

Jo siiti ne palat diya

Pehle ek patli siiti aayi, phir moti. Dono ek saath uth kar gaddhe se utre. Kitchen ki taraf daudte hue main ab bhi nanga tha. Chulha par cooker naach raha tha. Flame band kiya, siiti dhire dhire baithi.

Daal had se zyada ubal chuki thi, lekin giri nahi. Counter par wahi do plate the jo shaam se rakhe the. Pehli nazar mein woh plates dikhe nahi the. Ab dikh rahe the, saaf, do chamach ke saath.

Malini darwaze ke frame se jhuk kar dekh rahi thi, nangi, baal chehre par. “Do plate maine pehle se nikaal diye the,” usne kaha. “Tu jaane wala tha, phir bhi.”

Karchhi uthai. Daal ek plate mein daali, doosri mein bhi. Nanga hi khada main dono plate le kar wapas aaya. Jacket wahi pada raha. Phone sofa ke neeche chamka, lekin maine uthaya nahi.

Gaddhe par baith kar usne plate liya. Meri god mein doosra plate garam tha. Janewala kadam ab kitchen aur wapas gaddhe tak hi simat chuka tha. Bahar Lucknow ki gali mein phir se koi cycle nikal gayi, lekin handle is baar meri mutthi mein nahi tha.

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