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Holi ke gulaal ke saath kitchen mein hamara sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Gulaal ki packet faadte hi meri ungliyan gulabi ho gayin. Society kitchen ki marble par pink dhool fail gayi, bahar Jaipur ke block se Holi ke dhol ki thap aa rahi thi, aur Reva meri kalaai pakad kar khadi thi.

“Tumne kaha tha seedha ghar se aaye ho, rang nahi laga,” usne kaha. “Yeh gulabi daag kahan se aaya?”

Main hans diya, lekin uski aankhen serious thin. Hum dono aaj subah society ki Holi committee ke kaam par the. Organic rang milana, tub bharna, bahar wale logon ke liye geela gulaal taiyar rakhna. Bahar poore Bharat mein tyohar chal raha tha, yahan kitchen mein sirf do plastic tub aur teen packet the.

“Maine packet test ki thi,” maine kaha. “Yeh naya organic mix hai. Mujhe laga pehle khud par dekh loon, kahin kapde jal na jayein.”

Reva ne meri kalaai nahi chhodi. Uski white kameez par abhi tak ek bhi daag nahi tha, jaise woh rang se door khadi rahe. Yeh baat khatak rahi thi, kyunki usne khud kaha tha ki Holi uska favourite tyohar hai.

“Tumhe dar kyun lag raha hai?” usne seedha poocha. “Kal raat committee meeting mein tum bol rahe the ki pehle kheloge, phir mix karoge. Ab mix kar rahe ho aur jhooth bol rahe ho.”

Gulaal ke daag par seedha sawal

Kitchen ka exhaust slow chal raha tha. Geela gulaal ka tub adha bhara tha. Reva ka haath meri kalaai par garam tha. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, gussa kam, kuch aur zyada.

“Dar nahi,” maine kaha. “Bahar bheed hai. Mujhe laga pehle yeh zimma khatam kar loon. Tum saaf kameez pehen kar aayi ho, isliye socha rang pehle yahin test kar loon.”

Reva ke honth khule. Phir woh hasi, woh hasi jo meeting mein nahi aati. Uska haath meri kalaai se uth kar meri ungliyon par ruka, gulabi powder ko aur failata hua.

“To test poora karo,” usne kaha. “Meri kameez bhi white hai. Agar organic hai to yahan lagaao.”

Maine uski kalaai par thoda dry gulaal mal diya. Pink uski skin par chadh gaya. Woh nahi hati. Uski saans meri taraf aayi, meethi, thodi tez. Dupatta pehle se hook par latak raha tha, rang ke kaam ke liye usne hata diya tha.

“Kabir, itna soch ke mat lagaao.” Uski awaaz halki thi. “Main yahan isliye ruki hoon kyunki bahar ke logon se pehle tumse baat karni thi. Tum committee mein haste ho, kitchen mein chup ho. Yeh contradiction mujhe kal raat se khatak raha hai.”

Maine uske gaal par bhi thoda rang laga diya. Reva ne aankh nahi marodi. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli, aur usne tub se geela mix ungli se uthaya. Woh mix meri gardan par lagate hi kapda chipak gaya.

“Ab barabar hue,” usne kaha.

Geela gulaal thanda tha, lekin uski ungli garam. Main uske kareeb aa gaya. Hindustan ki is Holi wali subah kitchen ki khidki se bacchon ki chill aur pichkari ki fuhar aa rahi thi, lekin andar hum akele the. Darwaza pehle se band tha, rang ki dhool bahar na jaye isliye.

Reva ne meri kurta ki pehli button kholi, phir ruki. “Agar main yeh kholun, to tum peeche hatoge ya khade rahoge?”

“Khade rahunga,” maine kaha. “Main bhi yahi chahta hoon.”

Usne doosri button kholi. Meri chhati par uska geela haath phisla. Main uski kameez ke pallu ko pakad kar dheere uthaya, itna ki uski kamar dikhe. Uski kamar par ek purana holika daag tha, pichhli Holi ka, halka sa laal. Maine us daag ko ungli se chhua.

“Yeh bhi organic nahi tha,” woh muskuraayi. “Tab bhi main kheli thi. Aaj tumhe dekh ke laga ki rang se bachna bewakoofi hai.”

Maine uske honth chume. Reva ne jawab diya, zabaan se, bina jaldi ke. Uska chandi ka jhumka meri gaal se takraya, thanda aur halka. Geela mix hamare honthon ke beech meetha sa lag raha tha. Uski kameez ab pet tak chipki thi. White kapda transparent ho gaya tha, uski bra ki line saaf dikh rahi thi.

Counter ki edge thandi thi. Reva usse satti, meri kurta ko aur kholti. Maine uski kameez upar ki, bra ke hook tak. Uska haath mere pajama ki nara par gaya, ruka, phir nara khol diya. Mera lund kapde ke andar pehle se tight tha. Uski mutthi ne use bahar nikal kar pakda, geele haath se, gulaal ke saath.

“Itna tez mat karo,” maine saans lete hue kaha. “Main gir jaunga is fislan par.”

“To mujhe pakdo.” Reva ne meri gardan ke peeche haath rakha. “Floor par mix gir chuka hai. Main bhi khadi nahi reh paungi.”

Geeli kameez ne rasta badal diya

Maine uski salwar ki nara kholi. Kapda uski thighs par atak gaya, geela ho kar bhaari. Reva ne khud ek taang nikal li, doosri salwar mein hi rahi, jaise poora utarna zaroori na ho. Uski chut par bhi thoda pink mix lag gaya tha, meri ungli se, galti se nahi, kyunki usne meri kalaai wahan dhakel di thi.

“Andar se bhi geeli ho,” maine kaha, aur meri awaaz bhi bhaari ho gayi.

Reva ne meri ungli ko dabaye rakha. “To dekho, phir andar aao. Main wait nahi karna chahti.”

Maine uski chut par do ungliyan pheri, dheere, phir thoda andar. Woh meri kurta ka koi palu pakad kar kheenchi. Counter par uski kampeez lipat gayi. Maine bra ke cups neeche kiye, uske nipples gulaal se gulabi the, thande mix aur garam munh se. Maine ek nipple chusa. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin.

Kitchen ki smell ab sirf organic rang ki nahi thi. Paseena, gulaal, aur uski geeli chut ki smell mil gayi thi. Bahar dhol tez hua, koi chillaya, lekin naam hamara nahi tha. Reva ne meri kamar pakad kar apni taraf kheench liya. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga.

Usne khud adjust kiya, counter ki edge par thodi aur baith kar. Maine dheere dhakka diya. Uski chut ne lund ko andar liya, geeli, tight, garam. Pehla dhakka lambi saans ke saath gaya. Reva ne meri peeth par nakhun nahi gadaye, sirf kapda pakda.

“Haan,” usne kaha, sirf itna. Phir uski saans toot kar meri gardan par padi.

Maine uski thighs apni kamar se chipka kar choda. Har dhakke par counter halka hilta. Geela gulaal hamari janghon par failta raha. Uski ek taang meri kamar ke peeche bandhi, doosri salwar ke kapde se atki. Yeh atkan gussa nahi, ek ruka hua hasi ban gayi uske munh par.

“Salwar chhodo,” usne kaha. “Nikalne ka time nahi.”

Maine nahi nikali. Us atkan ke saath hi aur andar gaya. Uski chut mera lund ko kasti thi, phir chhodti. Maine uska ek haath nahi, apna ek haath uski chhati par rakha, doosra uski kamar par. Reva ne meri kalaai ko apne breast par dabaye rakha, jaise rang wahan aur chahiye ho.

Dhakke tez hue. Marble par paon fisla, maine counter ki sink ki edge pakad li. Reva peeche ko jhuki, sir khidki ke paas, lekin curtains pehle se gire the. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, paani si, lekin rona nahi. Uski saans meri saans se takra rahi thi.

“Kabir, yahin, tez.” Itna bol kar usne honth kaat liye.

Maine tez choda. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, khuli. Gulaal ke daag ab uske pet par bhi the, mere lund ke neeche se failte. Meri kurta poori tarah khuli hui kandhon se latak rahi thi. Uske kandhon par meri ungliyan gulabi chhod rahi thin.

Reva ki thighs meri kamar ko kheench rahi thin. Woh apni kamar uthati, meri har dhakke ko milati. Counter ki thand uski gaand ke neeche thi, meri jangh uski garam. Is farq ne mujhe aur andar dhakela. Uski chut ne ek baar zor se pakda, chhodi, phir pakda.

“Main aane wali hoon,” usne kaha, bina sharmaaye. Maine uski clit par anguthe se dabaya, rang ke saath, geele. Reva ki kamar uchhi, uski aankhen band, uski saans ruk kar toot gayi. Uski chut mera lund par spasms se kheenchti rahi, aur maine uske andar hi tez dhakke diye.

Mera lund tight ho gaya. Maine uski kamar pakad kar andar hi cum kiya, garam, lamba. Reva ne meri gardan dabaye rakhi jab tak meri saans wapas nahi aayi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Kitchen ka exhaust wahi slow tha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Thodi der hum wahi rahe, lund abhi andar, gulaal hamari janghon par sookhne laga. Reva ke baal kaan par chipke the. Jhumka uske kaan mein ab nahi jhul raha tha, lekin us pal maine notice nahi kiya. Sirf itna lag raha tha ki jo kaam rang milane ka tha, woh kaam ab doosri cheez ban chuka hai.

Maine dheere bahar nikala. Cum aur geela mix uski thighs par bahne laga. Reva ne kameez neeche ki, salwar ki doosri taang wapas daali, nara dhili hi bandhi. Maine pajama uthaya, kurta ke buttons galat order mein lagaye. Uski aankhen meri galat buttons par atkin, hasi aayi, lekin usne theek nahi ki.

Pink tub uthate hi rukna pada

Bahar se Vinod bhai ki awaaz aayi, society ke secretary ki, courtyard se. “Kabir bhai, pink tub le aao! Bacche wait kar rahe hain, pichkari sookh gayi!”

Reva ne thandi paani ki tap kholi, sirf ungliyan dhoone ke liye. “Jaao. Mix toh adha hai, lekin unhe dikh jayega ki kaam hua.”

Maine socha turant uthakar nikal jaunga, jaisa kal raat plan tha. Pink tub dono haathon se uthaya. Wazan theek tha, lekin tale mein kuch khatka. Plastic ke neeche koi chhoti si cheez thi, mix ke andar dabi.

Vinod bhai ne phir naam liya. Paon pehle hi darwaze ki taraf the. Ungli tub mein daali, geela gulaal hataya, aur chandi ka jhumka nikal aaya, wahi jo uske kaan se meri gaal takraya tha. Agar main tub courtyard le jata, yeh rang ke saath sabke saamne nikalta.

Tub wapas marble par rakh diya. Reva tap band kar rahi thi. Maine jhumka uski hatheli par rakh diya, abhi bhi gulabi. Courtyard ki awaaz dubara aayi, lekin main darwaza nahi khola. Pehle uska kaan theek karna tha, tub baad mein.

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