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Meera ki sex chat ne kitchen ka rasta palat diya

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Grey t-shirt ki ainak meri gardan par atki thi aur main charger ke naare ko nikaalne hi wala tha. Pair already chappal mein the kyunki kitchen ke tap se pani lena tha, phir sone se pehle light band karni thi. Dehradun, Bharat ke is shaant kone mein raat gehli si padi thi, aur phone ki screen itni dim thi ke sirf Meera ka last tick dikh raha tha.

Screen ek baar aur jhilmilayi. Maine socha tha baat yahin khatam kar doonga, thakaan bhari thi, par naya bubble aa gaya.

“Aniket, mat ja.”

Main chappal ke peeche peeche kitchen ki taraf ek kadam badha chuka tha. Phone haath mein hi tha. Usne turant doosri line bhej di, bina emoji ke, seedhi.

“Main jhooth nahi bol rahi. Meri nighty upar hai. Meri ungliyan meri chut mein hain. Ruk.”

Phone se pehle itraaf

Woh line ne nikalna kaat diya. Main darwaze ke frame ke paas ruk gaya, tap ka pani ab bhi door tha. Uski baat itni saaf thi ke koi shayari nahi thi, koi natak nahi tha. Sirf ek adult aurat jo khud ko chhu rahi thi aur mujhe bata rahi thi.

Maine type kiya, “Tu abhi bhi online hai?”

“Haan. Tere jaane se pehle bolna tha. Kal se yeh chat sirf maze ki lagti thi. Aaj nahi.”

Main palat kar bed ke kinare baith gaya. Chappal pairon mein hi rahe. T-shirt neene nahi utari. Shorts ki nas ke upar mera lund pehle se tight thi, aur uske shabdon ne use aur kheencha. Dehradun ki yeh raat meri window se thandi aa rahi thi, lekin screen garam thi.

“Haan,” maine likha. “Kar. Main bhi yahi chahta hoon.”

Usne sirf “theek” bheja, phir ek lambi line. “Do ungliyan andar hain. Geeli itni hai ke talion tak aa rahi hai. Soch rahi hoon tu yahan hota to muh lagata.”

Maine shorts ka nada khola. Mera lund bahar aaya, garam, aur maine uska haath nahi, apna haath us par rakha. Slow. Screen pe uski typing ka icon ghoom raha tha jaise woh bhi saans le rahi ho.

“Apna lund nikaal,” usne likha. “Batana.”

“Nikal chuka. Haath chal raha hai. Teri baat se aur kadak ho gaya.”

“Chusne layak lag raha hoga. Main rahi to pehle sirf sira choosti, phir gehra.” Uski next line aur seedhi thi. “Meri chuchi bhi nangi hain. Nighty sirf pet par atki hai. Ek haath se dabaoongi, doosre se chut.”

Main bed par thoda peeche hat gaya. Sirhane se takra gaya, par phone gira nahi. Meri ungliyon ne sire ko geela kiya, neeche se upar. Uski baat sunte hue, nahi, padhte hue, meri saans unchi ho gayi.

“Aur andar,” maine bheja. “Kitni gehli?”

“Itni ke shabdon mein nahi. Khud ko chod rahi hoon jaise tu khada ho. Kal tu bola tha meri gaand bhi chhuoga. Aaj soch soch ke meri thighs kaanp rahi hain.”

Chat mein dono ka jism

Uske baad action shabdon se nahi, haathon se chala. Main ek line type karta, phir band karta, lund ko mazboot pakadta. Woh ek line bhejti, phir late karti, jaise uski saans atak rahi ho. Kamre ki fan ki aawaz alag thi, phone ki vibration alag.

“Do ungliyan nikal ke clit par rakh di,” usne likha. “Tez nahi. Halke se. Tere muh ki tarah.”

Maine aankh band ki, phir kholi kyunki uska agla bubble miss nahi karna tha. Mera lund ab meri mutthi mein pura tha. Neeche se upar, kabhi ruk ke sire par ghumaya. Bed ki chadar meri kamar ke neeche sarakne lagi.

“Main tujhe ghodi bana ke chodna chahta hoon,” maine likha, aur yeh line type karte waqt meri ungliyan aur tez chali. “Pehle chut, phir jab tu bolegi tab gaand.”

“Bolungi. Abhi nahi. Abhi chut bhar de khayal se. Meri aankhen band hain. Tera lund andar feel kar rahi hoon.”

Uski chut ke baare mein woh khud itna seedha likh rahi thi ke mere muh se aawaz nikal gayi, dabi hui. Main zor se nahi chillaaya. Building ke corridor mein koi late walker ho sakta tha. Sirf gardan peeche gayi, t-shirt pet par chipak gayi.

“Chuchi kaise hain?” maine poocha, kyunki uska jism sirf neeche nahi tha.

“Garam. Dasne layak. Left wali zyada sensitive hai. Tu kaat ke choosta to main cheekhti.” Phir naya bubble. “Aaj cheek nahi sakti. Neighbour jag sakta hai. Isliye chat. Tere shabdon pe hi nikalungi.”

Maine lund ko neeche se kas ke pakda. “Nikal. Main bhi tere saath.”

“Ruk, thoda aur. Meri ungliyan ab teen ho gayi. Khulti ja rahi hoon. Tu tez kar. Batata ja.”

“Tez ho raha hai. Sira geela hai. Soch raha hoon tera muh, teri jeebh, phir teri chut ki garmi.” Main type karte karte spell miss kiya, delete kiya, phir bheja. Uski taraf se ek voice note aaya. Maine voice note suna, volume low rakh ke.

Uski awaaz bhi kaampi hui thi. “Aniket… andar… aur.” Itna hi. Koi naam ke alawa lamba jumla nahi. Uske baad wapas text. “Ab haath nahi ruk raha. Lund ko pakad ke soch ke nikal. Meri chut band ho rahi hai ungliyon par.”

Main let gaya bed par, ek taang zameen par, ek taang chadar par. Shorts ghutnon tak atke rahe. Mera haath ab ruk ruk ke nahi chal raha tha. Uski har line ek dhakka thi. Hindustan ki is pahadi sheher ki thand window se aa rahi thi, par meri gardan par paseena tha.

“Main aa rahi hoon,” usne likha. “Tu bhi. Ab. Mat rok.”

Uske saath meri mutthi kas gayi. Mera lund dhadka, pani nikalne laga pet par, t-shirt ke neeche ke hisse par, hathili par. Maine phone ko chest se dur kiya taaki screen kharab na ho, par nazrein usi par thin. Uska last bubble aa chuka tha: “Nikli. Geeli chadar. Kamp rahi hoon.”

Dono ki saansein alag kamron mein phooli hui thin, par timing mil gayi thi. Main kuch second aankh band karke pada raha. Kitchen ka tap ab bhi yaad tha, jaise koi doosri zindagi ka kaam ho. Yeh climax shabdon ka tha, par jism ne poora hisaab liya.

Usne thodi der baad likha, “Tu gaya nahi na?”

“Nahi. Abhi bhi yahin hoon. Pet par pani hai.”

“Saaf kar. Main bhi. Nighty ab chipki hui hai.” Uski typing dheemi ho gayi. “Pehle kabhi itna seedha nahi likha tha. Aaj rukwa liya tujhe. Achha kiya.”

Maine t-shirt ke kone se pet ponchha. Shorts upar khinche, nada dheela hi chhoda. Chappal pairon se nahi utri thin. Woh itraaf jo usne nikalne se pehle bheja tha, wahi is poori raat ka kaaran tha. Koi doosra bahana nahi tha, koi darwaza nahi khula, koi mehman nahi aaya. Sirf chat, sirf do adult, sirf haath.

Main uth kar window ke paas gaya, phir socha pehle pani hi le loon. Phone ko lock kiye bina haath mein liye kitchen ki taraf do kadam badhe. Screen phir jali. Meera ne ek photo bheji thi, caption chhota: “Ab thak gayi. Yeh meri khidki.”

Photo ne rasta palat diya

Maine photo kholi kyunki uska chehra nahi, sirf haath aur khidki ka frame tha. Pehli nazar mein bas andhera aur ek pink asteen dikhi. Zoom kiya. Frame ke bahar, neeche, ek peeli paani ki tanki thi, uske peeche board ka kona. Board par jo akshar kate-phate dikhe, unhe padhte hi pair ruk gaye.

Rajpur Road.

Woh board mere colony ke turn par hai. Main har shaam usi peeli tanki ke saaye se hota hua doodh lene jaata hoon. Dehradun, Bharat ke is hisse mein aisi tanki aur aisa board dono ek saath kam hi milte hain. Usne yeh photo raat ke gyarah baje bheji thi, jab main charger dhoondh raha tha aur uski pehli gandi line skip kar gaya tha.

Kitchen ka tap ab turant zaroori nahi raha. Maine chappal ke saath balcony ka kundi khola. Thandi hawa lagi. Neeche andhe blocks the, kuch khidkiyon mein TV ki neeli roshni, ek mein bilkul andhera. Phone ab bhi garam tha, Meera ka last tick double tha.

Usne naya kuch nahi likha. Main bhi nahi likha. Sirf railing par dono haath rakh ke un dark khidkiyon ko dekha, jahan koi pink nighty chipki hui ho sakti thi. Pani lene ka kaam kal subah tak tal sakta tha. Abhi ke liye main yahin khada raha, screen neeche ki taraf, nazrein un blocks par.

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