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Usne ghar mein rukne ko kaha, phir kamre mein sex hua

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Sneha ne aangan mein tulsi ke paas se meri watering can chheen li aur meri taraf aisi nazar se dekha jaise koi hisaab maang rahi ho. “Pehle jawab de. Aaj ghar mein rukega ya Vikram ke Sunday adda par nikal jaayega?”

Jaipur, Bharat ke is chhote ghar ke aangan mein Sunday ki dhoop tez thi, aur main roz ki tarah patton par paani daal raha tha. Uska sawal itna seedha tha ke meri ungliyon se can chhalak gayi.

Main munh kholne se pehle uski aankhen padh raha tha. Woh cotton kurti aur halki pajama mein khadi thi, baal khule, ghar ke andar se aayi hui thakan chehre par. Maine socha cricket, doston ki bakwas, phir yeh ghar. “Rukunga,” maine kaha. “Aaj nahi jaaunga.”

Uske honthon par ek chhoti si muskuraahat aayi, lekin woh wahan se hati nahi. “To can yahin rakh. Chulha maine pehle hi band kar diya. Ab andar aa.”

Woh faisla turant chal pada. Main joota bhi nahi badla, sirf pair ponchhe aur uske peeche kachche aangan se andar ke kamre ki taraf badha. Ghar ki khidki adkhuli thi, pankha dheere ghoom raha tha, charpai par uska dupatta pada tha.

Sneha ne darwaze ke paas khade hokar meri shirt ka button pakda. “Itne Sundays se tu nikal jata hai. Aaj jo haan bola hai, usko adhura mat chhod.” Maine uska haath apne seene par dabaye rakha. “Adhura nahi chhodunga.”

Usne pehle meri gardan par honth rakhe, phir jeebh se meri naas chhui. Woh chumban geela tha, jaldi mein nahi, jaise woh meri saans ka hisaab le rahi ho. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Kurti ke neeche uski chamdi garm thi.

“Yahan khidki ke paas mat,” usne kaha, lekin awaaz mein rok nahi thi, sirf ek chhoti si hush. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye aur uske honth phir se liye. Uski chuchiyaan kurti ke kapde se ubhar rahi thin. Mere lund ne shorts mein tez dhakka diya.

Uske sawal ne mera Sunday palat diya

Kamre ke beech wo charpai thi jahan raat ko hum sote hain. Sneha ne khud kurti upar utari. Uski bra simple thi, kali nahi, din wali. Maine hook khola. Uski chuchiyaan meri hatheli mein bhar aayin, nipple sakht the.

“Halke se nahi,” usne kaha. “Tu roz halke se nikal jata hai. Aaj ghar mein hai to reh.” Maine muh lagaya. Uski khushbu sabun aur pyaaz ke chhilke jaisi thi, ghar wali. Usne meri gardan dabayi jab meri jeebh ghumi.

Main uski pajama ki nara kholne laga to usne khud kheenchi. Neeche cotton panty geeli dikh rahi thi. Maine ungli se kapda hata kar uski chut chhui. Woh geeli thi, garm, aur uski saans mere kandhon par atak gayi.

“Andar ungli,” usne kaha, aur yeh ek baar ka seedha hukum tha. Maine do ungliyan dheere daalin. Uski chut ne pakda. Woh meri kalaai pakde khadi rahi, pair thoda khol kar. Maine uske clit par anguthe se gol kiya. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule.

Mera lund shorts ke band se nikal aaya tha. Sneha ne neeche haath daal kar pakda, ek baar upar se neeche, jaise woh check kar rahi ho ki main sachmuch yahin hoon. “Let ja,” usne kaha. Main charpai par let gaya. Woh meri thighs ke beech baithi, panty ek taraf sarka kar.

Pehle usne mere lund ko apni chut ki sil par raga. Geelapan se sir sarakta tha. Phir woh thodi neeche aayi aur andar lene lagi. Main uski kamar tham kar raha. Uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf kasi thin.

Jab woh poora baith gayi, dono kuch pal aise hi rahe. Pankha ki hawa uske kandhon par padi. Maine uski chuchi muh mein li, daant se halka kata. Woh upar uth kar baithi, phir giri. Har baithak par charpai ki lakdi boli.

“Jor se,” maine kaha. Usne meri kalai seene par daba di. “Tu bolna kam, karna zyada.” Phir usne rapat badhai. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke naram hisse par thin, uski chut mera lund ko nichod rahi thi.

Ghar ke bahar gali mein koi vegetable wali chillayi, lekin kamre ke andar sirf hamari saansein thin. Sneha jhuk kar mere honth kaatne lagi. Uski chut se awaaz geeli aa rahi thi, chhap-chhap, jo sharmile ghar mein bhi chhup nahi sakti thi.

Maine usko palat diya. Ab woh peeth ke bal thi, pair khule. Maine uski thighs upar ki, takhnon ko apne kandhon ke kareeb kiya, aur lund phir se uski chut mein dhakela. Pehle dhakke mein usne muh band kiya, doosre mein meri peeth khurach di.

“Nikhil,” usne naam liya, aur usme shikayat nahi thi. Main dheere se nikal kar tez andar jata, uski chuchiyaan meri chhati se ragad khati. Uski chut itni geeli thi ke meri janghon tak ras bahne laga.

Usne apna ek haath neeche le ja kar apni chut ke upar wale hisse ko malne lagi. Main uska haath hata kar khud ungli rakhne laga, taaki mera lund aur meri ungli ek saath kaam karein. Uski kamar uthne lagi, jaise woh mujhe aur andar lena chahti ho.

India ke doosre shahron ki tarah yahan bhi dopahar mein gali soyi lagti hai, lekin hamare ghar ke is kamre mein kuch soya hua nahi tha. Sneha ki awaaz dabi hui thi, “Aur… yahi… mat nikal.”

Maine nahi nikala. Main uske andar hi ghumta raha, kabhi lambi stroke, kabhi chhote. Uski aankhen kabhi khulti, kabhi band. Paseena uske kaleje ke beech se neeche gir raha tha, meri pet tak.

Ball girte hi humne rasta badla

Tab khidki ke sheeshe par ek dry ball ki tarah dhakka hua, ek sadhi hui cricket ball. Sheesha nahi toota, lekin awaaz aisi thi jaise koi muthhi maari ho. Bahar se Sharma uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Nikhil, beta, chhat se ball aa gayi kya?”

Hum dono ruk gaye. Mera lund uski chut ke andar hi tha, lekin meri kamar tham gayi. Sneha ke nakhun meri baazu mein gade. “Mat nikal abhi,” usne dheere kaha, “lekin khidki ke paas mat raha. Andar ke kone mein le chal.”

Yahi woh pal tha jab pehle wala irada badla. Main uske andar se nikal aaya, lund chamakta hua, aur usko charpai ke us kone tak kheench liya jahan deewar moti thi, khidki ki line toot jati thi. Dupatta neeche gir gaya. Maine khidki ki kundi lagayi, parde kheenche.

Bahar uncle phir bole, lekin door se, jaise woh doosri chhat pe dhoondh rahe hon. Sneha ne meri gardan kheenchi. “Ab chupchaap. Muh meri gardan par rakh, awaaz mat nikalne dena.”

Is baar maine usko deewar ke saath khada kiya. Uski ek tang meri kamar par lapeti. Maine lund uski chut ke muh par phera, phir andar dhakela. Woh meri shirt ke kandre ko daant se pakde rahi. Har dhakke par uski chuchiyaan meri chhati se lipat ti thin.

Pehle jo khel khula tha, woh ab sankra ho gaya. Main uski gaand pakad kar uthata, uski chut mera lund nigal leti. Uski saans meri gardan par phoolti. Kabhi-kabhi woh meri ungli apne honth mein le leti, taaki awaaz andar hi mar jaye.

Maine usko charpai par ghutnon ke bal kiya. Pajama ab pairon ke around atka tha, maine poora nahi utara. Piche se uski chut khuli dikh rahi thi, geeli, laal. Maine lund wahan phera, phir ek hi dhakke mein andar le gaya.

Sneha ne gaddhe ko muh se dabaye rakha. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein naach rahi thi. Main uske baal halka sa kheench kar uska chehra deewar ki taraf nahi, apni taraf kiya. “Dekh,” maine kaha. Usne dekha. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin rone wali nahi.

Piche se chodte hue meri jangh uski jangh se takrati. Uski chut ki pakad ab tez thi, jaise woh jaldi poora lena chahti ho. Maine ek haath aage bhej kar uski chuchi masli, doosra uski clit par. Woh meri ungliyon par geeli ho kar kampne lagi.

“Ab nikal mat,” usne gaddhe ke neeche se kaha. “Andar hi… bas ruk mat.” Main rukha nahi. Maine uski kamar pakad kar apni taraf kheenca, har baar lund ki jadh tak. Uski gaand meri pet se takrati, awaaz dabi hui, ghar ke is kone mein hi samati.

Jab uska kampna lamba ho gaya, uski chut ne baar-baar jhatka diya. Maine uski kamar dabaye rakh kar uske andar hi tez kiya. Meri khud ki saans bhaag rahi thi. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thin. Main uske andar hi jhadne laga, garam dhakkon ke saath, uski chut ke geele ghere mein.

Thodi der dono jhuk kar rahe. Mera lund dheela hota, phir bhi andar tha. Sneha ne peeche haath bhej kar meri jangh thami. “Hat mat abhi. Ek minute.” Main hat nahi paya, kyunki uski chut ab bhi dabi hui thi.

Phir woh sidhi hui, mera lund nikal gayi, ras uski thighs par behne laga. Usne meri shirt ke hem se ponchha, phir hans di. Woh hansna chhota tha, thaka hua. Maine uske maathe par honth rakha. Uski aankhen ab shaant thin.

Hum charpai ke kone par hi baithe rahe, nange nahi poori tarah, kapde atke hue. Pankha wahi ghoom raha tha. Ghar ke is hisse mein dhoop ab parde se chhan kar gir rahi thi, dhariyan farsh par.

Sneha ne meri ungli apni hatheli mein li. “Jo haan tune aangan mein bola, uska yeh hissa tha. Kal ki baat mat kar.” Maine sir hila diya. Koi agla plan nahi, koi list nahi. Sirf uski geeli thighs aur meri dhadakti nass.

Tanker ki awaaz ne sab khinch liya

Tab gali se ek bhaari horn aayi, lamba, jaise koi dhakkan peet raha ho. Saath hi teen-chaar awaazein, “Paani! Tanker! Bucket lao!” Sharma uncle ki awaaz bhi usme mil gayi, ab ball nahi, paani.

Sneha ekdam uth khadi hui. “Kapde. Abhi.” Maine shorts kheenchi, lund ab bhi geela, elastic mein atka. Usne kurti sir ke upar se daali, bra nahi dhoondi, pajama ki nara jaldbaazi mein marodi. Dupatta kandhe par latka, andar ka geelapan uski thighs par ab bhi tha.

Main aangan ke kone se plastic bucket uthaya jo tulsi ke paas hi pada tha, can ab bhi wahi giri hui. Sneha ne kundi andar se lagane ke liye peeche muda, lekin gali ki chill ne waqt nahi diya. “Tu nikal, main chhat ki tanki ka dhakkan dekh leti hoon.”

Main joota ghaseet kar bahar nikla. Dhoop aankh mein lagi. Tanker gali ke mood par khada tha, pipe khulne hi wali thi, padosi laltein. Mere baal gile the, shirt ke do button ab bhi khule. Kisi ne dekha to bola, “Nikhil bhai, aaj ghar par hi the?” Maine sirf bucket aage kiya.

Peeche ghar ke darwaze par Sneha khadi thi, kurti tedhi, honth sooje. Usne kuch nahi chillaya. Sirf meri taraf dekh kar kundi hath mein liye rahi, jab tak paani ki dhaar ne gali bhar na di. Horn ek baar phir bajii, aur main bheed ke beech jhuk kar apna hissa bharne laga.

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