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Comic balloon padhte hi Smita studio mein meri ho gayi

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Smita ke brush se kala ink lightbox ke kaanch par phail gaya, aur maine jhuk kar us balloon ko padha jo abhi geela tha. Usne mera naam likha tha. Neeche wohi line thi jo kal chai ke stall par hasi mein nikal gayi thi.

Lucknow ke is purane lane wale comics studio mein fan ki sarsarahat ke siva kuch nahi tha. India ke chhote artists yahan raat ko page complete karte the, aur kal subah adda par unhe dikhana tha.

Maine socha tha woh line sirf heroine ke balloon ke liye thi. Smita ne kurti ki asteen upar ki aur brush dhoya, jaise koi galti pakdi hi nahi gayi ho.

Kal humne has ke kaha tha ki reference pose alag se nahi karenge. Aaj usne wahi jumla panel mein daal diya tha, seedha, bina joke ke.

“Yeh balloon phir se likh,” maine kaha, awaaz zyada sakht nikal gayi. “Kal seedha dikha dena script nahi lag raha.”

Smita ne muuh ponchha. Uski aankhen lightbox ki safed roshni mein chhoti pad gayi. “Maine joke nahi likha, Yash. Kal tu hans diya, isliye maine maan liya tu maan gaya.”

Panel ke peeche asli matlab

Woh khadi ho gayi. Jeans ki silwat uski thighs par khinch gayi, kurti ka hem ink ke dhabbe se geela tha. Studio ki doosri table par kal ka adda poster pada tha, lekin uski nazar sirf mere honth par thi.

“Agar tu rukna chahe to abhi bol,” usne kaha. “Main page akele bhi khatam kar lungi.”

Maine uska haath pakda, sirf itna ki brush gir na jaye. “Rukna nahi. Matlab galat tha mera. Tu jo likh rahi thi, main wohi chahta tha.”

Usne meri t-shirt ki gardan pakdi aur khud ko paas kheench liya. Pehla chuma halka nahi tha. Ink ki gandh uske honthon ke saath mili, aur meri jeebh uske daanton ke peeche chali gayi.

Kurti ke neeche uski bra patli thi. Maine aasteen nahi kheenchi pehle. Kamar par haath rakh kar uski saans ko apni saans se mila diya. Smita ne meri belt ke buckle par ungli rakhi, phir ruk kar meri aankhon mein dekha.

“Yahan, isi table ke peeche,” usne kaha. “Darwaza pehle se band hai.”

Maine sir hilaya. Usne zipper khola. Jeans ghutnon tak utri, phir poori tarah. Cotton underwear par chhota ink ka chhittah tha, jaise brush ne pehle hi raasta chhoo liya ho.

Lightbox ab bhi jal raha tha. Geela balloon chamak raha tha. Smita ne kurti sar ke upar se utari, baal chehre par gir gaye, uske kandhon par kaali lakeeren jaise panel ki outlines hon.

Maine bra ka hook khola. Uski chhatiyan haath mein bhari thi, nipple mere anguthe ke neeche sakht ho gaye. Usne meri shirt ke hem se kheench kar kapda upar kar diya. Mere lund par jeans ki silwat dabaav de rahi thi, jab tak usne button nahi khola.

Underwear neeche gayi. Mera lund uski hatheli mein garam pad gaya. Smita ne halke se masla, na mazaak mein, na der karne ke liye. Uske honth mere gale par aaye, phir neeche.

Woh ghutnon par baith gayi. Lightbox ki roshni uske baal cheerti hui mere pet tak aayi. Uski jeebh meri noke par phisli, phir usne muh mein liya. Garam, geela, aur itna seedha ki meri ungliyan uske baal mein atak gayi.

“Itna tez nahi,” meri awaaz tuti. Usne meri nazar utha kar dekha, muh nahi hataya, sirf rhythm dheema kiya. Meri thighs kaanpne lagi. Table ki kinare meri kalai lag gayi, wahan sookha ink tha, ab paseene se chipak raha tha.

Smita khadi hui. Underwear utar kar kursi par fenka. Uski chut par patli line baal ki thi, geeli chamak lightbox mein dikh rahi thi. Maine uski kamar pakad kar table ki kinare bithaya, pages ek taraf sarka diye, sirf geela panel beech mein reh gaya.

Meri jeebh uski jangh ke andar gayi. Usne meri gardan dabaaye rakha. Pehla chat uski saans ko tod gaya. Doosra chat par uski ungliyan meri khopdi par kasi. Uski chut mitti si nahi, garam aur namak si lagi, aur jab maine clit chusa to usne mera naam ke bina ek awaaz nikali.

“Andar aa,” usne kaha. “Pocket mein rakhna mat.”

Maine jeans ke peeche se packet nikala. Wrapper table par gira, condom pehna. Smita ne khud ko kinare par sarkaaya, taange meri kamar ke dono taraf. Maine lund uski chut ke muh par ragda, phir dheere daala.

Woh khul gayi, lekin sakht. Pehla dhakka poora nahi gaya. Doosre par uski nails meri peeth par lagi. Teesre par meri noke uske andar tak baith gayi. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Geeli ink aur garam saans

Table hilne lagi. Upar wala page sarak kar uski kamar se chipak gaya. Kala ink uski twacha par chhapa chhodne laga, balloon ka adhura jumla ulat dikhai diya. Maine uski chhati muh mein li, nipple danton se dabaaya, aur dhakke ko uski awaaz ke hisaab se rakha.

Smita ne meri gardan mein muh g gar diya. “Yahan rakh, yahi.” Maine kamar pakdi. Har dhakke par uski chut ne pakda, chhoda, phir pakda. Jeans meri takhnon par atki rahi. Chappal ek pair table ke neeche giri.

Fan ne paseena sookha, lekin Bharat ke is garm shaam mein studio ki hawa kaafi nahi thi. Uski thighs meri kamar se chipki. Maine ek taang uthayi, kona badla, aur uski clit apni ungli se ragdi.

Woh kamp gayi. Uski aankhen band thi, honth khule. Maine uska haath lightbox ke kinare se hata kar apni chhati par rakha, taaki dhadkan uske haath tale rahe. Dhakke ab lambe the, kam jaldi, zyada gehre.

“Main girun gi,” usne kaha, hasi jaisi. Maine usko table se utha kar deewar ke against khada kiya, posters ke beech, jahan superhero ka haath adhura ink hua tha. Uski peeth kagaz se ragdi. Mera lund phir uski chut mein gaya, is baar khada, uski ek taang meri bahu par.

Deewar thokar kha rahi thi. Neeche se uski awaaz dab kar aa rahi thi, phir khul kar. Maine uske gaal par honth rakhe, namak chakhne ke liye nahi, uski saans lene ke liye. Smita ne meri kaan ke paas daant se dabaaya, itna ki meri kamar khud-b-khud tez ho gayi.

Condom ke andar garmi badh rahi thi. Usne meri kamar dono hathon se kheench li. Maine clit par angutha phera, gol, bina ginati ke. Uski chut ne kasar ki, ek lahar, phir doosri. Woh mere kandhon par dant se dabaaye rahi jab tak kampan utar na jaye.

Uske baad meri bari thi. Dhakke chhote ho gaye, tez. Ink wala page table se gir kar farsh par chipak gaya. Maine uski kamar kas kar rakh li, lund andar tak, aur khud ko chhod diya. Saans meri shadow ki tarah lambi nikal gayi.

Kuch pal hum waise hi rahe. Condom bhara hua tha. Maine nikal kar tisu mein lapeta, kachre ki tokri mein daala. Smita deewar se alag hui, taange kapkapi, kurti dhundhne ke bajay pehle pani ki botal uthayi.

Usne gale mein pani liya, meri tarf botal badhai. Maine piya. Lightbox ab bhi jal raha tha, jaise koi panel adhura chhodna gunah ho.

Kapde dhoondte hue meri shirt uske pair ke paas mili, ulat. Usne meri taraf fenki. Jeans pehenne mein meri ungli buckle par atak gayi. Smita ne underwear pehna, phir jeans, kurti ab bhi kursi par geeli ink ke paas thi.

“Page dekha?” usne poocha, awaaz aam si, jaise abhi kuch hua hi na ho.

Maine farsh se woh sheet uthayi. Balloon ka jumla ab uski kamar ke pasine se bhi chipka tha, aur neeche wala panel, jo pehle doosri sheet ke neeche chhupa tha, ab khula pada tha.

Adda ki ghanti

Doosra panel maine pehle nahi padha tha. Heroine akeli bus stop par khadi thi. Balloon chhota tha: main adda nahi aaungi, page bhej dena.

Smita ne kurti pehni, aasteen ink se kali. “Yeh naya nahi hai,” usne kaha. “Kal subah meri bua ka ghar hai. Maine socha tha tu padh chuka hoga. Isliye balloon upar wale mein tera naam likha, taaki tu maan le main yahi rukungi. Galat kiya.”

Studio ki khidki se gali ka shor aaya, rickshaw, kisi ke radio ka geet. Lucknow ki woh gali India ke comics wale chhote kamron jaisi thi, jahan log page ko zindagi se bada samajhte hain, aur phir bhi zindagi page ke neeche nikal aati hai.

Maine sheet ko lightbox par wapas rakha. Upar wala jumla ab bhi geela tha, neeche wala sookh chuka tha. Kal ka adda meri zimmedari thi, uski nahi. Sex ne yeh baat nahi badli thi. Sirf itna badla tha ki ab main use rokne nahi jaunga.

Smita ne apna bag nahi uthaya, kyunki bag yahan tha hi nahi. Helmet table ke peeche se uthaya, jo subah se pada tha. “Tu page bhej dena. Jo bacha hai.”

Maine pencil box khola, brushes nahi, kyunki ink wala page ab dikhane layak nahi tha. Sirf pencils. Kal main adda par sketches le kar jaunga, finished board nahi. Yeh sochte hi pair studio ke darwaze ki taraf badh gaye, lekin ruk gaye.

Smita nikal chuki thi, scooter ki awaaz gali mein mil gayi. Lightbox par doosra panel ab bhi wohi kehta tha. Maine switch daba kar roshni band ki, pencils mutthi mein li, aur khud ko kal ke liye nikalne ke liye pehle se hi seedha kiya.

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