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Khali pot dekh kar maine Charu se pucha, phir use choda

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Charu ne khali mitti wale pot ke gird hara nylon dora lapet diya, patli ungliyon se ek ganth marte hue, jaise uske andar koi jeeti bel chhupi ho. Greenhouse ki plastic chhat se dhup chhan kar aa rahi thi, aur Mysuru ki us society ke pichhle kone mein tamatar, mirch aur pudina ke trays line mein pade the.

Residents association ne hum dono ko aaj ki shift di thi. Bharat mein aise chhote greenhouse ab kai colonies mein lag rahe hain, lekin yahan ka kaam simple tha: belon ko sahara dena, extra paani nikalna, khali pots ko side karna. Uske haath us ganth par atke hue the, aur woh meri taraf nahi dekhi.

“Aap yeh dori yahan kyun baandh rahi ho?” maine seedha pucha. “Is pot mein paudha hai hi nahi.”

Dori galat jagah lagi

Charu ki aankhen uthin. Unnattis saal ki, kurta ke aage do button khule, palazzo ke kinare mitti se hale. Woh meri umar ke kareeb thi, dono tees ke aas-paas, aur pichle teen hafte se yahi kaam saath kar rahe the.

“Maine socha…” uski awaaz ruk gayi. “Aap poochh hi rahe ho to bataun. Yeh pot mere bahane ka hai.”

Main ek kadam aage badha, watering can ko bench ke neeche dhakel diya. Hindustan ki is garmi mein kapde jism se chipak jaate hain, aur uske gale ke paas pasina chamak raha tha. “Kaunsa bahana, Charu?”

Woh hans padi, lekin hansna halka nahi tha. “Teen hafte se main extra trays nikal deti hoon, khali pot ko beech mein rakh deti hoon, dori ko do baar lapetti hoon. Taaki aap yahin ruk jao. Association ko lagta hai main mehnati hoon. Aapko lagta hai main uljhan mein hoon.”

“Uljhan nahi,” maine kaha. “Aap mujhse door bhi jaati ho, kareeb bhi aa jaati ho. Aaj seedha batao. Yeh stalling kis ke liye hai?”

Charu ne dora chhod diya. Ganth adhuri reh gayi. “Aapke liye. Main aapko dekhna chahti hoon, Mihir. Aur main thak gayi hoon chhupane se. Agar aap nahi chahte, to main is khali pot ko bahar fenk dungi aur kal ki shift skip kar dungi.”

Uske honth khule the. Main uske itna kareeb aa gaya ki pudine ki smell aur uski garam saans ek saath mili. “Main chahta hoon. Abhi. Yahan. Agar aap rukna chaho to ruk jao.”

“Rukna nahi hai,” usne kaha, aur apna ek haath meri shirt ke button par rakh diya. “Aap chhoo sakte ho.”

Pehla kiss jaldbazi wala tha. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khulin, phir maine uske honthon ko dobara pakda. Kurta ke khule button ke neeche meri ungliyan gayin, aur uski saans meri gardan par giri. Greenhouse ke bahar society ka afternoon soya hua tha. Koi cycle nahi, koi awaaz nahi, sirf plastic ki halki sarasarahat.

Charu ne meri shirt ke do button khole, phir ruki, meri aankhon mein dekha. Main uski kamar par haath rakh kar use potting bench ki taraf le aaya. Woh khud peeche hati, palazzo mitti par ghisne lage, aur uski thighs bench ke kinare se takrayin.

“Yeh mitti lagegi,” usne kaha, lekin muskurahat ke saath. Main uske gale ko chuma, phir uski collarbone ko. Kurta upar ko sarak gaya. Uske neeche cotton ka bra tha, halka neela, pasine se chipka. Main cup ke upar se dabaya, phir strap ko kandhe se utara. Uski nipples tight thi, aur jab meri zubaan lagi to uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin.

“Aah… Mihir, dheere nahi.”

Jeans ki zip meri taraf se khuli. Mera lund already tight tha, kapde ke andar daba. Charu ne apna haath neeche bheja, palm se dabaya, phir meri nazar pakad kar palazzo ko hips se neeche sarka diya. Woh takhne tak atka, jooton ke upar. Main jhuk kar uski thighs ke andar chuma, phir uski chut par muh rakh diya, kapde ke cotton panty ke upar se. Geeli ho chuki thi.

Panty ko side kiya. Uski chut garam thi, thodi si swollen, aur jab meri zubaan beech mein gayi to uski kamar uth gayi. Bench ki lakdi uski peeth se takrai. Main uski thighs ko khol kar rakha, choota raha, kabhi clit par, kabhi neeche. Uski awaaz dabi, phir khuli.

“Andar… ungli.”

Do ungliyan dheere gayin. Uski chut ne pakda. Main unko bahar laata, phir andar, uski clit ko thumb se ragadte hue. Charu ka sir peeche gaya. Uski aankhen nam thi, lekin rone wali nahi. Woh meri shirt ko aur kheenchti rahi, jab tak meri chest nangi na ho.

Jeans ki pichhli pocket se condom nikala. Packet ki awaaz chhoti thi, plastic ki sarasarahat ke neeche. Charu ne dekha, nod kiya, khud packet ko haath mein liya aur daant se phaada. Usne mera lund pakda, upar se neeche tak phira, phir condom ko chadha diya. Thandi ring, phir tight garmi.

Main khada raha, uski ek taang ko apni kamar ke gird uthaya. Palazzo takhne par hi atka raha. Uski chut ke muh par lund ko ragda, geelapan se slip hua, phir dheere andar gaya. Charu ne saans rok li, phir chhodi. “Haan. Aur.”

Jo dabi thi woh nikal aayi

Pehla dhakka poora nahi tha. Uski chut ne dabaya, phir kholi. Main ruk kar uski aankhon mein dekha. Usne meri gardan kheench li. Doosra dhakka gehra gaya. Bench hilne lagi, trays ki mitti halki si kaanpi.

Hum dono ke beech pudine ki pattiyan thi, ek palte hue watering can ki dhaar, aur woh adhuri dori. Charu ke naakhun meri peeth par lage. Main uski gaand ko pakad kar kareeb khincha, har dhakke par uski thighs meri jeans ke kinare se ragadti rahi.

“Aap itne din se chup kyun the?” usne saans ke beech pucha.

“Kyunki aap har baar extra kaam nikal leti thi, aur main samajhta tha aap sirf duty poori kar rahi ho.” Main andar tak gaya, ruka, uski clit ko apni ungli se ragda. “Aaj wahi khali pot pakad liya.”

Woh hansne lagi, jo beech mein moan ban gaya. “Pakad liya, haan. Ab chhodna mat.”

Pace badha. Uski chut kitni tight thi, har nikalne par kheenchti. Main uske nipple ko muh mein liye dhakke lagata raha. Kurta uske pet par guchha ho gaya. Bra ek taraf latak raha tha. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kamp rahi thi.

Charu ne khud ko thoda ghuma, haath peeche lakdi par jamaye. Angle badla. Lund uski chut ke upar wali deewar se ragda, aur uski awaaz oonchi ho gayi, phir usne honth daba liye. Society ke koi bhi corridor se nahi aana tha, lekin aadat se dabi awaaz nikalti rahi.

“Yahan… yahi.”

Main usi jagah par chhota, tez dhakke lagaata raha. Uski thighs kaanpne lagin. Ungli clit par tez hui, condom ke through bhi uski garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Charu ka jism akkda, phir dhila pada, uski chut ne baar baar pakda. Woh mere kandhe par daant rakh kar aayi, geeli, garam, aur kuch pal ke liye uski saans meri kaan ke paas atak gayi.

Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Uski aankhen khulin. “Aap abhi…”

“Haan.”

Dhakke gehre ho gaye, kam control. Charu ne apni doosri taang bhi meri kamar se lapet li, palazzo ek pair par latka. Main uski gaand ko dono hatheliyon se uthaye rakha, uski chut mein pura lund khapa kar nikalta. Paseena meri chhati se uske pet par tapka. Uski awaaz ab shabd nahi thi, sirf haan, aur mera naam ka tukda.

Chhodte waqt main uske andar tak daba, kamar akkadi, condom ke andar hi gir gaya. Charu ne mujhe kuch pal pakde rakha, maatha mere maathe se sata. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Greenhouse ki garmi aur hamari garmi ek ho gayi thi.

Main nikal aaya. Condom ko khainch kar ek empty nursery pouch mein band kiya, jo mitti ke tools ke paas pada tha, koi naya natak nahi, sirf wahi jo haath ke neeche tha. Charu ne palazzo upar khincha, panty theek ki, bra strap kandhe par daala. Kurta ke button usne khud nahi lagaye. Do khule hi reh gaye.

Hum akele the, lekin ab silence alag thi. Woh khali pot ab bhi beech mein tha, adhuri dori uske gird latakti. Charu ne us dori ko nahi chhua.

Compound ki taraf kadam

Usne tray se do chhote tamatar ke paudhe uthaye, jo subah se side mein rakhe the planting ke liye. Mitti uski hatheliyon par lagi rahi. “Yeh mere balcony ke liye. Association ko report mein likh dena, maine do sapling le liye.”

Main jeans ki zip lagata raha, shirt ke button oopar se. “Likh dunga.”

Woh greenhouse ke plastic flap tak gayi, ruki, peeth meri taraf. “Kal ki shift pe aap aana, to dori sahi pot par baandhna. Khali wala mat dhoondhna.”

Main kuch nahi bola. Usne flap uthaya. Dhup bahar tez thi. Charu do paudhe chhati se sata kar compound ki kachchi seedhiyon par utri, palazzo ke kinare ab bhi mitti se hale, kurta ke khule button hawa mein hilte. Main uske jaane ke baad bhi usi bench ke paas khada raha, phir jhuk kar bachi hui belon par dori lapetne laga, is baar sirf un pots par jinme asal paudha tha.

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