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Diya ke pehle faisle ke baad sofa par humne sex kiya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Diya ne meri kitchen ki marble par apni chhoti soni baliyan rakh di, jaise unhe wapas lene ki koi jaldi hi na ho.

Main bartan dho raha tha. Garam pani se kohni jal rahi thi, aur uski cotton kurti ka pallu meri baanh se chipak gaya.

“Yeh kya kiya?” meri awaaz soch se zyada sakht nikal gayi.

Woh sink ke paas khadi rahi, honth sukhe. “Aaj ghar nahi jaungi. Yeh baat maine yahan aane se pehle soch li thi.”

Itna seedha keh dena chubha. Mahine bhar hum sirf chai, film, aur Kochi ki nam hawa ki shikayat karte the. Pichhli baar jab meri ungli uski kalaai par ruki, usne khud kadam peeche khinch liya tha.

“To tumne pehle se tay kar liya, aur mujhe ab bataya?”

Diya ki aankhen meri taraf uthin. “Main assume nahi kar rahi thi. Main ummeed kar rahi thi. Farq hai.”

Jo faisla pehle ho chuka tha

Bartan ke neeche pani behta raha. Bharat ke is samundar kinare sheher Kochi mein Sunday ki shaam hamesha dheeli hoti hai, lekin us pal meri saans tight thi.

“Tumne Maa ko kya kaha?” maine poocha, tap ab bhi khula.

“Late houngi, itna. Jhooth nahi. Extra kaam ka bahana bhi nahi. Sirf late.” Uski awaaz mein gussa nahi tha, ek tarah ki thakan thi. “Main doosri baar peeche nahi hatna chahti. Pehli baar hat gayi thi, yaad hai?”

Yaad thi. Us din darwaze tak jaate hue usne kaha tha, abhi nahi. Aaj wahi aurat meri kitchen mein khadi thi, bina choli ke kurti mein, aur yeh baat tab samajh aayi jab woh jhuki aur kapde ki patli cloth se uske stan ki golai dikhi.

“Isliye baliyan yahin rakh di? Taaki main samajh jaun?”

Woh hans padi, chhoti si. “Baliyan isliye rakhi ki kaan dukh rahe the. Baaki faisla alag hai. Agar tum nahi chahte to main abhi sandal pehen leti hoon.”

Tap band kiya. Pani ki last boond sink mein giri. Uske aur mere beech sirf ek geela tawal tha.

“Agar tum bhi chahte ho to bartan chhodo,” usne kaha, na toote hue, na bhari hui awaaz mein.

Maine geela tawal side kiya aur uska haath pakad liya. Uski ungliyan thandi thin, meri garam. Woh mere saath living room ke sofa tak chali, kadam milate hue, koi khechaw nahi.

Sofa purana tha, neeli chadar us par slipti. Diya baithte hi kurti ke neeche se hawas nahi, ek faisla dikha rahi thi. Palazzos ki cord usne khud kholi, dheere, jaise koi kaam kar rahi ho jo soch chuki ho.

“Idhar aao, Manav.” Mera naam uske munh se aisa nikla jaise pehle se raha ho.

Main uske saamne ghutnon ke bal baitha. Kurti upar sarki to uske stan saamne the, gahre nipple, aur meri jeebh un par gayi to uski kamar meri taraf jhuk gayi. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin gardan nahi hatti.

“Aur neeche,” usne kaha. Palazzos uski ek ankle par atke rahe. Meri ungliyon ne uski thighs ke andar se uski chut tak jaana tha, aur wahan gila tha, garam tha, pehle se.

“Tum sure thi ghar se nikalte hi?” sawal ke peeche ab gussa kam, saans zyada thi.

“Sure thi ki poochungi. Baaki tum par tha.” Usne mera munh apne munh se daba diya. Uska honth namak aur chaye jaisa tha. Main uski chut par do ungliyon se gol kiya to uski saans meri cheekh ke khaatir nahi, ek bhari ah ke saath nikli.

Sofa par dono ruke nahi

Kurti bilkul upar pet tak thi. Maine uske stan ko munh mein liya, doosre haath se uski chut ki faton ko khola. Diya ne mere baal pakde, zor se nahi, bas yahin rakhne ke liye.

“Andar ungli, bas itna.” Maine uski baat maani. Ek ungli uski chut mein gayi, doosri clit par rahi. Woh sofa ki peeth se lipat gayi, pair palazzos ke kapde mein ulajhe.

Mera lund shorts mein kasa tha. Diya ne khud zipper khincha, haath andar kiya, aur mera lund ko nikaal kar pakda. Uski mutthi garam thi. “Condom nikaalo pehle,” usne kaha, seedha, bina sharm ke natak ke.

Shorts ki pocket mein wallet tha. Maine foil toda, condom lund par chadha, base tak. Uski nazar us kaam par rahi, phir usne nod kiya. Yeh nod pehle wale faisle se alag tha, is pal ka tha.

Woh meri god mein aa baithi, ghutne sofa ke kinare. Uski chut mere lund ke upar ruki. “Dheere,” usne kaha, aur khud neeche baithi. Lund uski chut ke muhane ko cheerta hua andar gaya, garam, tight, aur uski lambi saans meri gardan par giri.

India ke is kone mein log jaldi keh dete hain ki doosti doosti rehti hai. Us pal doosti kitchen ke bartan ke paas reh gayi. Diya uth ti aur baith ti, meri god mein, kurti ab bhi pet par guchhi, mere haath uski kamar par.

“Aur andar.” Maine kamar pakad kar upar kiya, lund gehra gaya. Uski chut ne kasa. Uski aankhen khulin, meri taraf, aur usne honth se meri gardan kaat si li, nishaan nahi, sirf garmish.

Sofa ki chadar sirak gayi. Meri thighs uski thighs se takra rahi thin. Har baithak par uske stan mere chest se ragad khaate. Main uski gaand ke neeche se uthata, woh meri gardan pe raiti.

“Yahan… yahi…” uski awaaz toot ti. Maine clit par apna angutha rakh diya, condom ke upar se lund uski chut mein hilata raha. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gadi, naakhon se nahi, bas ruko mat ke liye.

Pani kitchen mein ab nahi behta tha, lekin meri peeth se paseena behta. Diya ki saans meri saans se takraati. Kabhi woh tez baith ti, kabhi ruk kar sirf andar bhari rehti, jaise faisla dohra rahi ho.

“Bol, theek hai?” maine ek baar poocha, motion ke beech, kyunki uski gardan peeche giri thi.

“Theek se zyada. Mat nikalna.” Uski chut ne phir kasa. Main nahi nikla. Lund andar hi raha, condom tight, uski geeli garmi se khichaa hua.

Usne mera munh phir se liya. Jeebh, daant, phir ek ah jo kiss tod gayi. Main uski kamar ko apne lund ki taraf kheenchta raha, chhote dhakke, pehle dhakke tez nahi the, lekin gehre the.

Diya ne khud ko thoda peeche jhukaya, haath sofa ki peeth par. Is angle se uski chut zyada dikhti, lund nikalta aur dubta, condom ki patli chamak. Meri nazar wahan se uth kar uski aankhon par gayi. Woh dekh rahi thi ki main dekh raha hoon.

“Tez karo ab.” Maine god se uth kar use sofa par letaya, palazzos ab bhi ek pair par. Uski thighs khulin. Main beech mein aaya, lund uski chut par rakh kar ek hi dhakke mein andar gaya, jahan pehle se rasta tha.

Uske kandhon ko sofa ne sambhala. Meri baanhein uske sides par. Har dhakka uski saans ko todta. Uski chut se awaaz aati, geeli, meri kamar ke hisaab se. Maine ek stan munh mein liya, doosra haath se dabaaye rakha.

“Manav… yahi… mat hatna.” Naam phir aaya, is baar kaan ke paas. Main hatne wala nahi tha. Lund uski chut ke andar ghumta, nikalta nahi, bas ghisata, bharta.

Uski ungliyan meri peeth ki shirt mein ulajh gayin, jo ab bhi pahnii thi, geeli. Shirt upar nahi utari, sirf uski kurti pet par atki rahi. Kapdon ke beech se chamdi ragad kha rahi thi, aur yeh adhoora nanga pan hi us pal ko kasta tha.

Clit par meri ungli wapas gayi. Diya ke pair mere kamar ke peeche jakde. Uski chut ki diwalen kapkapaane lagin. “Aa rahi hoon,” usne kaha, saaf, jaise kitchen wali baat. Main dhakke nahi badhaya, rhythm wohi rakha, angutha gol.

Woh aayi to uski chut ne lund ko dabaya, ek lamba kashan, phir doosra. Uski awaaz dabi, munh meri shirt ke kapde mein. Maine use dabaaye rakha, lund andar, jab tak uski thighs dhili na padin.

Meri khud ki pyaas peeche se aa rahi thi. Condom ke andar lund phoola. Diya ne meri gaand par haath rakh kar mujhe andar hi rakha. “Tum bhi. Andar, isi mein.”

Teen dhakke gehre diye, chauthe par meri saans ruk gayi. Lund ne condom ke andar gira diya, garmi meri hi, uski chut ke tight ghere mein. Main uske upar ruka, kandhe kaanp rahe, uski aankhen meri aankhon par.

Dheere lund nikala. Condom bhara hua tha. Maine use knotted karke tissue mein lapeta, side table ke kagaz ke paas rakh diya. Diya sofa par leti rahi, kurti pet par, ek pair nanga, doosra palazzo mein.

Uski chut thodi khuli dikhti thi, chamak us par. Maine tawal nahi laaya. Uski ungli ne khud ko ek baar poncha, phir meri shirt ke hem se. “Thanda pani dena,” usne kaha, has kar nahi, thak kar.

Kitchen se do glass laaya. Woh uth kar baithi, palazzo upar khinchte hue, cord dhili. Pani dono ne piya. Kurti neeche kari to uske stan chhup gaye, lekin meri nazar ab bhi wahan thi jahan ab kapda tha.

“Gussa ab bhi hai?” usne glass rakhte hue poocha.

“Pehle wale chhupane par tha. Ab nahi.” Maine shorts ki cord bandhi, lund ab dheela, condom ke baad sticky.

Diya marble ki taraf gayi. Baliyan wahi thin, soni, chhoti. Uski ungli unke paas ruki, uthai nahi.

Woh sandal le kar nikli

Darwaze ke paas uske sandal the, ek ulta. Palazzos ki cord usne theek ki, baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Kochi ki shaam ki nam hawa siil ke neeche se aa rahi thi, Bharat ki is tateel dhoop ke baad bhi garam.

“Kal office hai,” usne kaha, jaise hisaab rakh rahi ho, wada nahi. Maine kuch nahi joda.

Usne darwaze ke paas se apne sandal uthaye aur nikal gayi.

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