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Jhagda adhura tha, phir usne mujhe sofa par choda

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Roshni ne mera joota mere haath se nahi chheena, usne sirf darwaza khol diya aur saaf kaha ki agar meri izzat nahi karni to sidha neeche utar jaaun.

Main uske Indore wale chhote flat ke living room mein khada tha, joote abhi bhi meri ungliyon mein atke hue. Bharat ke is sheher ki dopahar badi tez thi, Palasia ke building ke teesre floor par curtain hil raha tha.

“Tu kal bhi nahi aaya,” usne kaha, awaaz ko control karte hue. “Meri cousin ke ghar simple lunch tha. Sirf do ghante. Tu furniture shift karne nikal gaya.”

Jawab adhura nikla. “Woh akela tha, Roshni. Uske paas koi nahi tha.”

“Har baar kisi ka bahana.” Chain ko ungli par ghumaakar usne chhod diya. “Priya aaj Vijay Nagar hai. Flat khali hai, isliye socha tha hum shaanti se baat karenge. Tu sirf nikalne ko taiyar hai.”

Joote neeche rakhne ka irada nahi tha. Gussa dono taraf se garam tha. Ek kadam bahar ki taraf badha, phir uski aankhen dekhin.

“Main jaaun to tujhe sukoon milega?”

Woh chup rahi. Fan ke pankhe ki aahat ke siwa kuch nahi tha. Hindustan ki is garm dopahar mein dono ke chehre par paseena tha, lekin koi towel nahi uthaya.

“Nikal ja,” usne dubara kaha, lekin kadam peeche hataye. “Agar relationship teri priority nahi, to yeh jhagda bhi mat khinch.”

Joote sofa ke paas rakh diye. Darwaza ab bhi thoda khula tha. Use band kiya, chain nahi lagayi, sirf itna ki gali ki awaaz kam ho.

“Main nahi ja raha. Baat adhuri hai.”

Haath uski kamar par chale gaye, apne nahi, uske. Maroon kurti uski thighs ke upar tak thi, black palazzo garmi mein chipka hua. “Tu rukega to kya, Harsh? Wahi lecture?”

Kareeb gaya. “Lecture nahi. Main gusse mein tha, tu bhi hai. Isliye nikalne ka natak kar raha tha.”

Uske honth kaampe. “To ab kya chahiye tujhe?”

Rukna uske kadam par atka

Shirt ka kangha usne pakda, na rokne ke liye, na dhakka dene ke liye. Beech ka faisla tha. Chehra dono hathon se pakda aur pehle honth usi ne milaye.

“Idhar hi,” dheemi awaaz aayi, sofa ki taraf sirf ek ishara. “Ab mat soch.”

Kurti ke neeche uski kamar garmi se chipki thi. Palazze ki nadi ke andar meri ungliyon ko jagah mili, aur uski saans meri gardan par giri. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin uska rukh badal chuka tha.

“Kal wala lunch,” maine honth hata kar kaha, “abhi bhi pending hai.”

“Abhi nahi.” Usne mera kangha khola, ek, phir do. “Pehle yeh khatam kar. Warna tu phir joote uthayega.”

Jeans ki belt khulne mein der nahi lagi. Sofa ke kinare uska palazzo neeche sarak aaya, maroon kurti sirf pet tak uthi rahi. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, gusse ke baad bhi, ya gusse ki wajah se. Mera lund uski hatheri mein aa gaya, aur usne halke se dabaya, jaise baat ab bhi adhuri ho.

Khade khade pehla dhakka diya, kam, kyunki balance dono ka kharab tha. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli. “Sofa par. Khade khade nahi.”

Peeth sofa ke gaddhe par lagi. Kurti upar karke uski chuchiyon ko munh diya, ek ko, phir doosri ko. Woh mere baal pakad kar khichi, na dard ke liye, sirf isliye ki main hatun nahi. Uski thighs mere kandhon ke paas aa gayin jab sir neeche gaya, aur uski chut par zubaan rakhte hi uski kamar uth gayi.

“Harsh…” naam adhura tuta. “Andar aa. Itna mat sata.”

Uthkar uske upar aaya. Mera lund uski geeli chut ke muhane par ruka, ek saans ke liye, phir dheere andar gaya. Uski aankhen isi baar lambe samay tak band rahi. Andar tak pahunchte hi dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Pehle dhakke dhime the, kyunki jhagda abhi bhi kamar ke peeche khada tha. Phir usne apna ek taang meri kamar par lapet li, aur raftaar khud badha di. Sofa ki dabi hui awaaz ne gali tak nahi jana tha, lekin Indore ki is dopahar mein koi khidki poori band nahi thi.

“Kal tu nahi aaya,” usne dard aur maze ke beech kaha, danton ke peeche. “Aaj bhi nikal jata.”

“Aaj nahi nikal raha.” Itna hi kaha, aur uski kamar ko apne haath se sambhala. Tez dhakke uske geele pan se aur tez ho gaye. Uski chut ne pakad liya, chhodna nahi chahti thi.

Kurti ka kapda uske pet par ghum gaya. Ek chuchi munh mein li, doosri ko ungli se dabaya. Woh neeche se aur tight hui. Mera lund uske andar pura tha, nikalta, phir dubara baith jata. Gusse ka jo bacha hua tha, woh ab sirf saans ban kar nikal raha tha.

“Idhar dekh.”

Uski aankhen khuli. Main uske upar tha, shirt adhkhuli, jeans ghutnon tak. Woh nangi nahi thi poori, kurti ab bhi kandhon par atki thi, lekin neeche se bilkul khuli. Is nazaare ne mujhe aur andar dhakela.

Usne apna haath hamare beech bheja aur apni chut ke upar wale hisse ko malne lagi, meri har dhakke ke saath. Ah ah uske honthon se nikalne lagi, dabi, kam, jaise padosi ke baare mein soch rahi ho. Priya nahi thi, yeh baat dono ko pata thi, phir bhi awaaz ko neeche rakhna aadat thi.

Sofa ka ek paon halka khisak gaya. Position bigadte hi usne mujhe khincha, aur main uske side ho gaya. Taangein uski khul gayin, ek sofa ke backrest par, ek mere kamar par. Is kone se andar aur gehra laga. Uski chut se geela pan meri thighs tak aa raha tha.

“Isi tarah,” usne kaha. “Ruk mat.”

Dhakke ab ginne nahi ja rahe the. Uski kamar meri mutthi mein thi, uske baal sofa ke cushion par pheile hue. Kabhi kabhi woh meri shirt ke kanghe ko pakad leti, kabhi meri gardan. Gussa ab body se nikal kar sirf saans ban gaya tha.

Munh uske honthon par rakh diya taaki awaaz andar hi mar jaaye. Chumte hue hi uski chut ne zor se jhakjhora. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par khud gayin, naakhun ke nishan chhote, tez. Andar uska pani mera lund ke gird ghumne laga.

Main bhi nahi ruka. Tez, phir aur tez, jab tak garam boond uske andar nahi giri. Lambi saans lekar uske upar jhuka raha, nikalne ki jaldi nahi ki. Uski aankhen geeli thin, gusse se nahi, thakaan se.

Kuch der sirf fan chalta raha. Mera lund dheere bahar aaya, aur uski chut se milajul baha. Kurti usne neeche khinchi, jaise sharm ab wapas aa rahi ho, lekin palazzo ab bhi floor par tha.

Gusse ke baad nazdeeki

Sofa par hum akele pade the, kapde adhkhule, baat ab bhi adhuri. Paseena saaf kiya uske pet se, apni hatheri se, towel dhoondne ki himmat nahi hui.

“Kal wala lunch,” maine dheere kaha, “main galat tha. Furniture kal bhi hat sakta tha.”

Roshni ne meri shirt ka kangha pakad kar band karna shuru kiya, upar se nahi, beech se. “Ab bol raha hai kyunki tu khali ho gaya.”

“Ab bol raha hoon kyunki main ruka.”

Uske honth par halki hansi aayi, gusse wali nahi. “To agla jumla kya hai? Maafi, ya phir se joote?”

Joote sofa ke paas hi the, jahan maine rakhe the. Unhe nahi chhua. Uski thighs par apna haath rakh kar kaha, “Pehle paani, phir baat. Cousin ko message bhej dena, late lunch next Sunday.”

Woh uthne lagi, palazzo dhundhte hue. “Kitchen se do glass. Tu yahin baith. Chain abhi bhi nahi lagi.”

Utna hi plan tha. Baat ko poora karna, gusse ko naam dena, Indore ki is garmi mein thoda pani pee kar wapas sofe par baithna. Shirt ke bache kanghe band karte hue maine uski kamar dekhi, kurti ke neeche wapas chipki hui, aur socha ki aaj nikalna nahi hai.

Glass ki khanak kitchen se aayi. Phir ruk gayi.

“Harsh.” Uske awaaz mein gussa nahi tha, jaldi thi.

Darwaze par kisi ki dastak

Neeche scooter ki awaaz utri, jaani pehchani, Priya wali. Building ke ground floor par kick ruki, phir helmet ki buckle. Roshni kitchen se nikal kar living room mein aayi, palazzo ek taang mein, doosri mein nahi.

“Woh jaldi aa gayi. Mausi ke ghar se.”

Plan tuta. Paani wala glass sink par hi reh gaya. Main jeans khinchte hue khada hua, lund ab dhila, shirt ke do kanghe abhi bhi khule. Joote haath mein liye, lekin pehne nahi.

Seedhi par kadam. Phir knock hui, do baar, tez.

Roshni ne palazzo khincha, kurti seedhi ki, baal ek ungli se kane ke peeche kiye. “Bathroom mat ja. Wahan se awaaz aayegi. Sidha stairs.”

Darwaze ki chain ab bhi khuli thi, jaise maine chhodi thi. Usne mujhe peeth peeche se ek dhakka nahi diya, sirf meri kalaai dabayi. “Kal wala lunch abhi bhi pending hai. Message main bhejungi. Tu abhi nikal.”

Joote hathiyar ki tarah nahi, sirf kapde ki tarah uthaye. Darwaza kholte hi Priya ke kadam pehle landing par the. Main doosri taraf, kachche stairs ki taraf, bina baat poori kiye, bina paani piye, shirt adhkhuli.

Peeche Roshni ki awaaz aayi, seedhi, jaise jhagda kab ka khatam ho. “Priya, itni jaldi? Chai garam karti hoon.”

Neeche utarte hue mere pair mein joote nahi the. Teesre floor se doosre tak sirf yeh soch thi ki sofa par jo adhuri baat thi, woh ab is seedhi par nahi hogi. Ground floor par main joote pehne, kanghe band kiye, aur building se nikal gaya, is irade se ki aaj wapas nahi ghunghungaunga, pehle apne ghar jaakar kapde badlunga.

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