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Adhure jhagde ke baad Holi ke gulal mein terrace par sex

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“Tushar, agar jaana hi hai to jao, lekin yeh mat kehna ki maine rokne ki koshish nahi ki.” Naina ki awaaz tez thi, gulal se lal honth aur bheegi yellow kurti ke saath. Main terrace ki sinking se haath hata kar mud gaya. “Tu roz yahi karti hai. Pehle kheenchti hai, phir door ho jati hai.”

Mathura ke is purane ghar ki chhat par Holi ka shor neeche galiyon mein tha. Bharat ke is kone mein aaj har gali rang se bhari thi, lekin yahan upar sirf hum dono the. Pichkari ka pani meri safed kurta par sookh raha tha, aur uske gale ke paas gulaabi daag chamak rahe the.

“Main kheenchti nahi,” usne kaha, kadam aage badha kar. “Tu khud sochta hai ki main khel rahi hoon. Kal raat wala message, aaj subah wala silence, phir yahan aake sirf do pal aur nikal lena. Yeh Holi nahi, bhaagna hai.”

Mere munh se nikal gaya, “To rukoongi bol, seedha. Warna main abhi utar raha hoon.”

Woh chup rahi. Neeche dhol ki thap, kisi ke hasne ki lehar, phir ek lambi saans. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, geeli palkein, gulaal ki dhaar gaal par. “Ruk. Baat adhuri hai, aur main ise aise nahi chhodungi.”

Maine sinking chhod di. Woh faisla prop nahi tha, uska rukna tha. Hum akele pad gaye jab uski chhoti cousin neeche aangan mein chillayi aur sab log gali ki taraf beh gaye. Chhat par ab sirf pani ke tanki ka saaya, ek purani charpai, aur hum dono ke bheege kapde bache.

Uske kehne par main terrace par ruka

“Jo kal kaha tha, woh gussa tha,” Naina boli, apna ek haath kurti ke geele patte par pherte hue. “Office wali gang ke saath rang khelna matlab tujhe mitana nahi tha. Tu har baar yeh samajhta hai ki main tujhe haashye par rakh rahi hoon.”

“Kyunki tu karti hai,” maine kaha, awaaz kam. “Pichhli Holi bhi yahi tha. Logon ke beech hansna, phir mujhe dekh ke muh pher lena. Main thak gaya hoon andaza lagane se.”

Woh paas aayi. Gulal ki khushbu, thodi si mitti, thoda sa attar. Uski kurti pet ke upar chipak rahi thi, aur meri nazar wahan se hatane mein late ho gayi. Usne dekha, lekin peeche nahi hati.

“To aaj andaza mat laga,” usne kaha. “Dekh. Main yahin hoon. Tu ruka hai. Itna kaafi hai shuru karne ke liye.”

Uska haath meri kurta ke button par ruka, phir hat gaya jaise sawal pooch raha ho. Maine uska kalai pakda, dheere, aur usne ungliyan khol kar meri ungliyon ke beech fasa li. Yeh chhuna permission jaisa tha, lamba lecture nahi.

Honth milte hi gulal munh par phail gaya. Uski jeeb namak aur meethi thi, meri daant se takrai. Main uske kandhon par haath rakh kar khincha, woh meri kamar par. Charpai ki dori neeche kuchli, tanki ke peeche wali deewar ne humein gali se chhupa liya.

“Yahan?” maine honth ke kinaare se poocha.

“Haan,” usne kaha, saans toot ti hui. “Neeche log hain, isliye tez nahi, lekin ruko mat.”

Kurti ka pehla button usne khud khola. Geela kapda sine se juda tha, uske neeche saadi bra ka patta gulabi ho chuka tha. Maine kapda upar kiya, muh uski gardan par, namak aur rang dono chat. Uski nipples thandi hawa se kadi ho chuki thi; meri jeeb un par ghumi to uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayi.

“Ahista,” usne kaha, lekin pet andar nahi khincha. “Itna nahi ki awaaz nikle.”

Main uski thighs par haath pherte hue salwar ki nada dhoondhta raha. Geela dhaaga khula, kapda kamar se fisalne laga. Uski chut par gulal nahi tha, sirf garmi aur thodi si nami. Meri ungli uski folds ke beech se guzri to usne meri gardan kaat li, dant se nahi, honth se.

“Tera lund bhi geela ho gaya hoga is pichkari se,” usne hans diya, phir hasi kat gayi jab maine do ungliyan andar ki. Uski walls ne pakda. Main dheere bahar, phir andar, uski clit par gole. Woh meri kurta ki khench mein khadi rahi, ghutne halki si kampte.

Maine pajama ka nada khola. Mera lund bahar aaya, gulal ke daag kalaai tak, nass tani hui. Usne neeche dekha, phir upar, phir apna haath lapeta. Garam, thoda tight, anguthe se sir par gol. “Itna din naraaz rehna, aur yeh itna ready.”

“Tu rukne ko kehti, main ruka,” maine kaha. “Ab yeh bhi teri wajah se.”

Woh charpai ke kinaare baithi, mujhe apne beech khincha. Salwar ek tang se latak rahi thi, dusri tang khuli. Maine ghutne tek kar muh lagaya. Uski chut par jeeb, clit ko chusta, do ungliyan dheere. Uski saans meri sar ke upar toot ti rahi, kabhi mera naam, kabhi bas ek dabi hui awaaz.

Hindustan ki Holi neeche chal rahi thi, dhol aur pani, lekin tanki ke peeche sirf uski thighs meri kaano ke paas thi. Usne mere baal kheenche, “Ab andar. Itna mat sata.”

Main khada hua. Usne apni taangein meri kamar par lapeta. Lund uski chut ke muh par ruka, geela pani se slippery. Aankh milayi. Usne sir hilaya, chhota sa, saaf. Main dheere ghusa, pehla inch, phir aur. Uski walls ne dabaaya, garam, tight. Woh mere kandhe par munh daba kar ruki, taaki awaaz bahar na jaaye.

Poora andar aate hi dono ruke. Meri peshaab ki nali tak garmi. Usne honth meri gardan par rakhe, “Hil, lekin meri kamar pakad, girungi.”

Maine uski kamar pakdi. Dhakka pehla chhota, doosra gehra. Charpai ki dori ne awaaz ki, isliye maine uska wazan khud liya, khade khade, uski peeth deewar se lag kar. Har dhakke par uski boobs meri chhati se ragdi, gulal hamare beech chipak gaya. Uski aankhen band, munh khula, phir meri ungli uske honth par rakh di taaki chillah na de.

“Aur,” usne ungli ke peeche se kaha. Main tez hua, lekin control ke saath. Uski clit par angutha, lund andar bahar. Uski thighs kaanpne lagi. Ek pal ko usne meri kalaai dabaayi, rukne ke liye nahi, pakadne ke liye.

Pani ki tanki se tapak, neeche kisi bacche ki chill. Hum dono ruke, lund abhi andar, saansein bhari. Phir awaaz door gayi. Maine phir hilaaya, is baar gehra, uski gaand meri hathiliyon mein. Uski chut ne ek baar kas kar pakda, phir doosri baar, aur uska jism meri taraf jhuk gaya.

Woh aayi to meri shirt ke kapde ko daant se dabaaye rahi, awaaz pet mein hi mar gayi. Uski nami meri janghon tak behne lagi. Main ruka nahi. Uske aane ke baad uski aankhen khuli, geeli, aur usne meri kamar kheench kar kaha, “Tu bhi. Mujhe pe lag ja.”

Maine nikaala, lund chamakdar, uski pet par rakh kar haath se tez kiya. Usne apna haath mere haath ke upar rakh diya, saath mein. Meri saans phooli. Cum uski navel ke neeche, gulal ke daag ke upar, garam dhaage. Woh dekhti rahi, phir apni ungli se thoda sa phaila diya jaise rang hi laga rahi ho.

Hum dono kuch pal khade rahe, kapde adhkhule, Holi ka shor wapas bharne laga. Maine uski kurti neeche ki, usne meri pajama ki nada baandhi, ungliyan ab bhi kaamp rahi thi.

Gulal ke neeche kapde khulne lage

Yeh heading ke pehle jo hua tha uske baad bhi tension khatam nahi hui thi. Adhura jhagda ab bhi hawa mein tha, bas uska shape badal chuka tha. Naina ne meri kurta ke button band kiye, do galat pad, teesra theek. “Kal raat wala gussa ab bhi hai,” usne kaha, lekin awaaz naram thi. “Sirf yeh mat samajhna ki iske baad main tujhe roz bulaungi.”

“Main roz aane wala bhi nahi,” maine kaha. “Lekin aaj jo bola tha, bhaagne wala, woh jhoot ho gaya.”

Usne meri kalaai saaf ki, jahan uska cum aur gulal mil gaye the, odhni ke kone se. “Neeche meri mummy rang dekh ke samajh jayegi ki upar kya hua. Isliye tu pehle nahi utrega. Main jaungi, tu paanch minute baad pichhli seedi se.”

Yeh hukm nahi tha, hisaab tha. Maine sir hilaya. Usne apne baal khole, gulal jhaada, phir dobara bandhe. Yellow kurti ab bhi geeli thi, lekin sine ke buttons band. Salwar ki nada tight. Main uske gale se ek chhota sa daag ponchhne laga, usne haath hata diya.

“Woh rakh,” boli. “Holi hai. Daag chahiye.”

Hum phir paas aaye, ek chhota sa chuma, jeeb nahi, sirf honth. Uski aankhen is baar nahi jhuki. Neeche se kisi ne naam pukara, pehli baar halka, doosri baar saaf.

Awaaz aate hi woh seediyan utri

“Naina! Pichkari khaali ho gayi, upar se paani fenko!” Bhai ki awaaz aangan se uthi, itni kareeb ki hum dono ek saath kaane lage.

Usne meri kalaai ek baar dabayi, wohi jagah jahan pehle gussa tha, ab dabaav alag tha. Phir chhod di. Main tanki ke peeche khisak gaya, kurta ke button ab bhi ek tedha. Woh charpai ke paas se paani ki baalti uthati hui seediyon ki taraf gayi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

“Aa rahi hoon!” usne neeche chillaya, awaaz hasi se bhari, Holi wali. Ek pal ke liye meri taraf dekhi, sirf itna ki pata chale main abhi bhi ruka hoon, phir utar gayi.

Main paanch nahi, saat gin kar pichhli seedi se utra. Aangan mein rang ud raha tha, Bharat bhar ki tarah is gali mein bhi pichkariyan chalti thi. Naina neeche beech mein khadi thi, bhai ko paani fenkte, yellow kurti par naya gulaabi daag. Meri taraf nahi dekhi.

Gali ke mohad tak aate aate maine apni bheegi kurta jhaadi. Adhura jhagda wahi chhat par reh gaya, uski jagah sirf kalaai par uski ungliyon ka dabaav bacha. Main mud kar nahi dekha. Woh bhi nahi bulayi. Holi ka dhol peeche reh gaya, aur main us ghar se nikal gaya.

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