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Pyaaz ke jhooth ke baad kitchen mein Tarini se sex

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Tarini ke chhote kitchen mein main pyaaz kaat raha tha. Chhuri cutting board par tik-tik karti rahi. Jaipur ki dopehri Bharat ke is kone mein itni tez thi ki window ke paas rakha matka bhi geela sa dikh raha tha.

Usne mere peeche se namak dhoondha. Uski cotton kurta meri shirt se chipak gayi, aur uski chhati ki naram garam harkat meri peeth par padti rahi.

“Aankhen pyaaz se bhar aayi hain,” Tarini boli, jaise koi seedhi shikayat ho.

Board par sirf gajar aur palak thi. Pyaaz meri hatheli mein thi. Maine apna rumal nikaala, ungliyan ponchhi, aur rumal counter ke kone par rakh diya.

“Pyaaz to main kaat raha hoon, Tarini. Teri aankhen kyun bheeg rahi hain?”

Woh ruk gayi. Namak ki dibbi uski ungliyon mein atak si reh gayi.

Aankhon ka asl masala

“Tumhe pata hai,” usne dheere kaha. “Pichhle Itvaar ko maine almost honth laga diye the. Phir bhag gayi. Aaj bhi wahi baat sir mein ghum rahi hai.”

Palak ke danthal alag karte hue bhi nazar uski aankhon par thi. Uski aankhen nam thin, pyaaz se nahi.

“To tum masale ke liye nahi ruki. Mere liye ruki?”

“Haan.” Ek shabd. Phir usne kurta ka gala thoda kheench kar hawa li. “Hindustan ki yeh garmi bhi jhooth bolne mein madad nahi karti.”

Chhuri usne meri taraf se hata di, jaise kaatna ab zaroori na ho. Society wali sabzi late ho sakti thi, lekin uski saans meri gardan ke paas aa chuki thi.

“Late ho,” maine board ek taraf saraya. Uski nazar meri muh par ruki, pyaaz par nahi.

Pichhle Itvaar wali baat dono ke beech adhuri padhi thi. Usne tab kaha tha ki dosti ke aage kuch nahi chahiye. Aaj wahi dosti namak dhoondhte hue meri peeth se lipat rahi thi.

“Agar tum rukna chaho to abhi keh do.”

“Rukna nahi hai. Khud aayi hoon is counter tak.”

Itna kaafi tha. Uske baad koi list nahi bani. Uske honth pehle mere honth par aaye, phir meri daadi par. Pyaaz ki teekhi khushbu ke beech uski jeebh namak si lagi.

Kurta ka pehla button usne khud khola. Doosra mere haath ne. Uski chhati par pasina ki patli lakeer thi, aur thin bra ke peeche chuchiyan sakht khadi thin.

“Yahi dekh rahi thi na Itvaar ko bhi,” usne kaha, meri shirt ke button ko kheenchte hue. “Phir dar ke bhag gayi.”

Shirt meri kalai tak utar aayi. Uska haath meri chhati par raha, phir neeche jeans ki belt tak gaya. Dupatta chair par pehle se latka tha, usne use wahi chhod diya.

Main ne uski bra ka hook khola. Uski chuchiyan meri hatheli mein bhar aayi, garam, thodi nam. Usne aankhen band ki, lekin kamar aage ko dhakel di.

Sink ki thandi patti uski kamar se lagi. Maine honth uski gardan par rakhe, phir neeche. Ek chuchi muh mein li, doosri ungliyon se dabaayi. Uski lambi saans mere baal par giri.

“Manav.” Mera naam usne aise liya jaise koi shikayat na ho, maang ho. “Salwar ab ruke, to ruke.”

Naada usne khud khola. Salwar takhnon tak utar aayi. Cotton panty geeli thi, palak ke patton jaisi hari nahi, gehri si dag ke saath. Maine usko bhi khiska diya.

Uski chut garam thi, aur meri do ungliyan jaate hi lipat gayi. Geela pan uski thighs par bahne laga. Usne mera haath pakad kar andar dabaaye rakha, bahar nahi khincha.

Jo haath ne maanga tha

Jeans ka zip maine khud khola. Mera lund uski hatheli mein aaya to usne halke se masla, phir kasa. Counter ki kinare se uski kamar sarak rahi thi, is liye maine apna ek haath uski peeth par rakh diya.

“Khadi reh,” maine kaha, lekin awaaz hukm jaisi nahi thi. Jagah kam thi, aur kadam phisal rahe the.

Usne ek pair salwar se nikaal diya, doosra takhne par atka rehne diya. Meri ungliyan uski chut ke upar wale naram hisse par ghumi, phir andar. Uski aankhen band rahi, muh khula.

Pyaaz kaatne wala rumal ab bhi counter ke kone par pada tha, uski nazar ek pal us par gayi aur laut aayi. Koi bahana nahi bacha tha.

Maine lund uski chut ke muh par lagaaya. Woh khud aage aayi. Andar jaate hi uski ungliyan meri peeth par khudi. Geeli, tight, garam. Pehla dhakka dheere tha kyunki sink ki patti sardi de rahi thi aur uski kamar kaamp rahi thi.

Doosra dhakka usne liya. Teesre par uski ek taang meri kamar se lipat gayi. Kitchen ki yeh khadi hui jagah hum dono ko chhoti kar rahi thi, is liye har harkat seedhi thi, lambe naach jaisi nahi.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, aur maine diya. Uski chut ne lund ko kheench liya jaise namak ki dibbi pehle ungliyon mein atki thi. Har dhakke par uski chhati meri chhati se takrati.

Gajar ke katle board par bilkul waise ke waise pade rahe. Palak murjhayi si. Hum unke bagal mein the, lekin unka kaam ab kisi list mein nahi tha.

Uski awaaz dabi, phir khuli. Pados ke window se koi radio chal raha tha, lekin alfaaz samajh nahi aa rahe the. Sirf dholak. Us dholak ke saath meri kamar chali.

Thodi der baad pair thakne lage. Usne counter ki patti pakdi aur khud upar chadh gayi, kamar meri taraf. Salwar ek pair par latki rahi. Maine uski dono thighs kholi. Uski chut saamne thi, chamakti, meri ungliyon ke geele nishaan ke saath.

Is baar andar jaana aur seedha tha. Usne meri gardan pakad li. Maine chuchi muh mein li aur dhakke tezz nahi, gahre kiye. Har baar nikalte hue uski chut ne kasa, wapas khincha.

“Yahan mat chhodna,” usne kaha, aur yeh koi kanoon nahi tha, bas uski marzi ka ek jumla. Maine lund andar hi rakha, kamar chhoti chhoti harkaton se ghumayi. Uski aankhen khuli, meri aankhon se mili.

Pasina uske baal se maathe par aa raha tha. Maine jeebh se ponchha. Uski hasi toot si gayi, phir woh hans di, phir fir se bhari saans li.

Ungli uski chut ke upar wale sakht dane par rakh kar ghumayi. Uske pair meri kamar ke peeche jakad gaye. Counter ki kinare se bartan ki katori khisaki, tink se giri, lekin tooti nahi. Dono ruke, phir usne sir hilaaya ki jaari rakho.

Dhakke ab milkar the. Kabhi woh aage aati, kabhi main. Uski chut ki awaaz geeli thi, chhupi nahi. Kurta uske kandhon par atka tha, pet nanga. Maine pet par muh rakha, phir wapas chuchiyon par.

“Manav, ab.” Itna kaafi tha. Uski chut ne kasa, phir baar baar kasa. Uski taangein kaampi. Maine lund andar hi rakh kar uske saath jhada, garam pan uske andar bhar aaya, thoda bahar bhi bahne laga uski thighs par.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Kitchen ki garmi ab bhi bahar jaisi thi, lekin andar wala shor khatam ho chuka tha. Radio dur se chal raha tha.

Usne maathe ko mere maathe se lagaaye rakha. Koi badi baat nahi kahi. Sirf ungli meri gardan ke baal mein rahi, phir hat gayi.

Nikalte hue rumal

Salwar usne khud khinchi. Panty counter ke neeche giri hui thi, usne uthayi aur kurta ki pocket mein dali jaise koi chhota faisla ho. Bra hook lagate hue uski ungliyan ab bhi kaamp rahi thin.

Maine jeans ka zip lagaya. Shirt ke do button galat hole mein chale gaye, theek kiye. Board par pyaaz adhuri thi. Chhuri wahi padi thi jahan usne hataayi thi.

Counter ke kone se usne mera rumal uthaya. Muh ponchha, phir apni gardan. Geela rumal usne kurta ki sleeve ke andar kosa, bahar nahi chhoda.

Dupatta chair se liya, sir par nahi dala, sirf kandhe par daal diya. Tuition ki taraf uska kadam pehle se pata tha, aaj koi nayi baat nahi bani uss hisse ki.

“Sabzi tum dekh lena,” usne kaha, darwaze ki taraf badhte hue. “Main late hoon, lekin yeh rumal wapas nahi kar rahi.”

Main kuch kehta, lekin woh nikal chuki thi. Bahar chaukhat par uske chappal ki ek tak, phir doosri. Phir darwaza band hua.

Kitchen mein main akela khada raha, chhuri ke saath. Pyaaz kaatne ki jagah wahi thi, lekin rumal nahi tha. Uski geeli dag counter ki patti par ek chhoti chamak jaisi reh gayi, phir garam hawa mein suche lagney lagi.

Society wali sabzi ab bhi adhuri thi. Maine palak ko board se uthaya, lekin kaata nahi. Bahar Jaipur ki dopehri waise hi tez thi, aur rumal uske saath nikal chuka tha.

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