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Ishita ke jhoot ke baad usne mujhe terrace par choda

11 min readHindi Sex Stories

Piping bag dabaate hi Ishita ke haath se safed cream meri kalaai par gir gayi, aur usne hans ke kaha, “Ab isko chatna mat.” Scoop meri mutthi mein tha. Beech wali thali par peda sajne ke liye rakhe the. Hum Dehradun ki society ke covered terrace par colony ke bhandare ke liye yeh kaam mil ke kar rahe the.

Kapde ki chhat se dhoop chhani hui aa rahi thi. Neeche parking se scooter ki awaaz uthi, koi ram-ram karta hua nikal gaya. Ishita ke baal ka latt kapole par chipka tha. Uski aankhen kaam par thin, lekin uski ungliyan dheemi pad rahi thin.

Dehradun mein aaj ki hawa Bharat ke pahaadi shehron jaisi tez aur saaf thi. Hum dono is mausam ke aadi the. Peda thande ho rahe the. Cream ki bag garam haath se naram padne lagi thi.

Teen mahine pehle isi terrace par, pani ki tanki ke peeche, humne ek dusre ko chhua tha. Us raat baat aage nahi badhi. Subah usne likha tha ki cousin ke ghar nikalna hai, isliye kaam jaldi khatam karna.

Phir bhi ek hi peda par wahi phool doosri baar ban raha tha. Time nikal raha tha, lekin uski kalaai tez nahi ho rahi thi. Scoop rakh kar maine seedha poocha, “Tumhe nikalna nahi tha kya? Yeh same flower kyun do baar bana rahi ho?”

Woh ruk gayi.

Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin. “Main nahi jaa rahi. Woh jhoot tha.”

“Kyun?”

“Kyunki tu yahan hai.” Itna kahte hi usne apni ungli meri cream lagi kalaai par feri, phir us ungli ko apne munh mein le li.

Uske muh se nikla seedha jhoot

Cream uske honth se chipki rahi. Kadmon ne peeche hatne ka socha, lekin hat nahi paye. Hum Hindustan ke isi kone mein paley the, jahan society ke terrace par aisi tayyari har tyohar pe hoti hai, lekin aaj us tayyari ka matlab palat chuka tha.

Usne meri kalaai pakdi aur pani ki tanki ke peeche kheench liya, jahan saamne ki building ka view kam tha. “Yahan? Abhi?” sirf itna nikla mere munh se.

“Haan. Band mat kar. Main khud keh rahi hoon.”

Dupatta pehle se kursi par pada tha. Kurta ke do button kaam ke dauran khule the. Uski saans meri gardan par padi. Honth milte hi cream ka meetha uski jeebh par mila. Uska haath meri t-shirt ke neeche gaya, pet par, phir seene tak.

Grey kapda sir ke upar nikalte hi hawa lagi. Ishita ne khud apna kurta upar kiya. Peach bra dikhi, uske kandhon ki patti dhili thi. Main zipper nahi, uski kamar par ruka. Palazzo ke naare ko usne khud khola. Black panty haath lagte hi geeli lagi.

“Itni jaldi?” usne halke se poocha, lekin rukne wala sawal nahi tha. Uski aankhen has rahi thin. Meri ungliyon ne panty ke kinare se andar jaake uski chut ko chhua. Woh geeli thi, garam thi, aur uski thighs meri kalaai ko dabane lagi.

Neeche parking se phir scooter ki awaaz aayi. Dono ruk gaye. Uski ungli meri jeans ki belt par atki rahi. Awaz door gayi to usne meri gardan kaat ke kaha, “Abhi koi nahi aayega. Thali neeche nahi bhejni.”

Jeans ki button khuli. Mera lund kapde ke andar se nikalte hi uske pet se takraya. Ishita ne apna ek haath neeche bheja aur mutthi mein dabaya. Dhakka nahi, sirf pakad. Uski aankhen neeche dekh rahi thin, jaise teen mahine ka adhura hisab ab nikalna ho.

Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uske stane haath mein bhar gaye. Mukh un par gaya, jeebh ghumi, daant halke se lage. Uski kamar peeche ko dhal gayi. Tanki ki thandi deewar uski peeth ko chhu rahi thi, mere munh ki garmi saamne.

Panty ghutnon tak utar aayi. Ek pair palazzo ke saath atka, doosra pair azaad. Maine ghutne tek diye. Uski chut ke upar honth rakhe, jeebh se chiira. Woh mere baal pakad ke kheenchti rahi, lekin awaaz daba ke rakhi. “Ayan… dheere nahi.”

Jeebh andar gayi, nikal, phir uski chut ke upar wale hisse par ruki. Uski thighs meri kanon ko daba rahi thin. Cream ka meetha ab bhi uske honthon par hoga, lekin yahan namak aur garmi thi. Do ungliyan andar gayi, dheemi, phir tez. Uski saans toot ke nikalne lagi.

“Khadi mat rakh,” usne kaha. “Mujhe bhi lena hai.”

Uski kalaai ne mera lund pakda aur woh jhuk gayi. Munh garam tha. Choosne ka dhakka pehle dheema tha, phir usne jeebh ghumayi. Mere haath uske baal mein gaye, lekin dabaya nahi, sirf sambhala. Tanki ke peeche ki chhaanv mein hum akele the, phir bhi kaan neeche ki taraf the.

Kisi mard ki awaaz seedhi se uthi, “Thali ready hai kya?” Dono still ho gaye. Mera lund uske honth ke paas atka raha. Ishita ne aankh uthake sir hilaya, mat bol. Awaz doosri baar nahi aayi. Koi neeche hi ruka hoga.

Uski jeebh phir chali. Is baar jaldi. Maine uske kandhon ko pakad ke uthaya. “Ab nahi, andar chahiye.” Usne palazzo ek pair se nikaal diya, doosra pair takhne par latka raha. Kurta kamar tak utha hua tha. Peach bra ek taraf padi thi, kursi nahi, mat ke kone par.

Khade khade uski ek taang meri kamar par chadh gayi. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga. Dheere andar gaya. Geeli thi, phir bhi pehle dhakke par uski ungliyan meri peeth khurachne lagi. Deewar uske sar ke peeche thi. Uski aankhen band thin, munh khula.

Andar tak jaake ruka. “Theek hai?” sirf itna. Usne honth se haan kiya, phir khud kamar aage ki. Dhakke lagge, pehle mil ke, phir tez. Uski chut pakadti thi, chhodti thi. Meri jeans ghutnon par atki rahi, belt khanki. T-shirt tanki ke nal par latak rahi thi.

Uski thighs kaap rahi thin. Ek haath uski kamar par tha, doosra uske stane par. Cream ki mitti si khushbu ab bhi ungliyon par thi, mil ke paseene se. Neeche koi radio chala, phir band ho gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, lekin shabd kam the.

Kursi khaali thi, plastic ki, thali se do kadam door. Usne meri chhati dhakka deke alag kiya. Mera lund nikal aaya, chamak uski thighs par lagi. “Baith,” usne kaha, aur khud upar aa gayi. Palazzo ka ek pair ab bhi takhne par tha. Woh god mein baithi, uski chut ne mera lund phir le liya.

Uski kamar ghumi. Yeh dhakka uska tha. Mere haath uski gaand par the, sambhalne ke liye, naapne ke liye nahi. Kurta uske pet par ikattha ho gaya tha. Uski aankhen meri taraf khuli rahi. “Teen mahine se yahi soch rahi thi,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. “Cousin wala jhoot isliye tha ki agar tu thanda hota to nikal jaati.”

Jawaan gussa nahi aaya, sirf garam hawa. Maine uske honth chume taaki awaaz dabe. Uski chut aur tez kasti gayi. Kursi ki tak tak awaaz aayi. Dono ruke, phir usne dheeme dhakke liye, jaise thali na hile. Peda wahi the, cream wahi thi, lekin kaam ka chehra badal chuka tha.

Uska haath peeche jaake apni chut ke upar wale hisse ko malne laga, mere lund ke saath. Uski saans meri kaan mein phooti. “Ab nikal mat.” Andar hi raha. Dhakke chhote the, gehre the. Uski thighs meri jeans ke kapde ko geela kar rahi thin.

Paseena uske gale se neeche utra. Maine jeebh se chat liya. Namak. Uski aankhen band hote hi uski chut ne zor se pakda. Woh kamp gayi, dabi hui awaaz nikal aayi, phir usne meri gardan kaat ke rakh li. Geelapan aur badh gaya. Mere lund par woh garmi behne lagi.

Khud ko nahi rok paya. Do dhakke tez diye, teesre par nikal aaya. Bahar nahi, andar. Uski kamar meri mutthi mein kasti rahi jab tak kamp nahi ruka. Lambi saans dono ne li. Kursi ab bhi thi, tanki ab bhi thi, lekin thali ki taraf nazar gayi to pata chala ki humne kitna time kha liya.

Uski chut se nikalte hi geelapan uski thighs par behne laga. Woh meri god se utri, palazzo khincha, panty dhoondhi. Black kapda mat ke neeche mila. Peach bra kursi nahi, nal ke paas padi thi. Kurta pehen te hue uske baal chehre par chipak gaye.

Meri t-shirt nal se utari. Jeans upar kheenchi, button lagi, lekin belt ab bhi dhili thi. Ishita ne dupatta uthaya, phir rakh diya. “Pehle thali dekh. Agar koi aaya to pehle peda dikhne chahiye, hum nahi.”

Kapdon ke peeche jo khul gaya

Kapde sahi karte hue bhi uski aankhen meri taraf aa rahi thin. Yeh koi vaada nahi tha. Sirf woh nazar thi jo teen mahine pehle chhoot gayi thi. Scoop phir haath mein aaya, lekin haath ab bhi kamp raha tha.

Uski kamar par meri ungliyon ke nishan laal the. Usne kurta khincha, chhupa liye. Palazzo ka naara bandha, lekin panty geeli thi, yeh uski chaal se pata chal raha tha. Main khaamosh raha. Munh se cream ki baat nikalne ki jagah kaam ki baat nikalni thi, lekin dimaag abhi bhi uski chut ki pakad par tha.

Thali ke paas aate hi Ishita ne ek peda seedha kiya. Phool bigad chuka tha. “Yeh wala nikal dete hain,” usne kaha. Doosra theek tha. Teesre par meri kalaai ka cream ka dhabba tha. Usne chhuri se kat diya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Neeche phir awaaz aayi, door se, koi naam le raha tha, mera nahi. Dono ne saans roki. Awaz parking ki taraf chali gayi. Uski aankhen hasi, phir gambhir ho gayin. “Ab jaldi. Committee chakhne aayegi.”

Kaam haath mein laut aaya, lekin jism ab bhi garam tha. Uski thighs jab palazzo ke andar sarakti thin to woh ruk ke khadi ho jaati. Maine uski kamar nahi chhui is baar. Sirf piping bag uthayi. Cream nikalne lagi, phool banane lage, lekin ungliyan waisi tez nahi thin.

“Ayan.”

“Hmm.”

“Jo andar chhodha, woh… main pili hui hoon. Tension mat le.” Itna bol ke woh phir peda sajane lagi. Yeh koi lambi baat nahi thi. Sirf ek line, phir kaam. Meri jeans ab bhi tight lagi kyunki lund poora shant nahi hua tha.

Dhoop thodi dhalne lagi. Kapde ki chhat par chhaya badi. Peda ki katlian sajti rahi. Beech mein uska haath mere haath se takraya, scoop pe. Dono hat gaye jaise chulhe se. Phir has diye, chhote se, dabe hue.

Teen mahine pehle bhi aisi hi hasi thi, phir darr. Aaj darr kam tha, lekin neeche society poori jaag rahi thi. Koi bhi seedi chadh sakta tha. Yeh soch kar meri kalaai tez hui. Ishita ke baal ab bandhe hue the, ek rubber se jo usne kalaai par rakha tha.

Kurta ke do button usne bandh liye. Peach bra andar se theek lagi. Dupatta kandhe par daala, phir hata diya kyunki cream lag jaati. “Baad mein daalungi,” usne kaha. Main t-shirt ke hem ko jeans ke andar kar raha tha jab usne meri gardan dekhi.

“Yahan daant ka nishan hai.”

Uski ungli meri gardan par feri. Laal mark. Maine collor upar kiya. Grey kapda chhupa leta. Woh hans ke door hui, thali ki doosri row sajane. Yeh chhota sa khatra tha, lekin abhi ke liye kaafi.

Scoop se cream nikalte hue socha ki cousin wala jhoot kitna patla tha. Itna patla ki ek seedhe sawal ne tod diya. Uski chut ab bhi meri yaad mein geeli hogi, yeh uski chaal se lag raha tha. Main nahi poochne wala tha. Kaam khatam karna tha.

Pani ki tanki ke peeche mat ab bhi geela tha. Uski panty ka geela hisa wahan nahi chhoda tha, lekin hawa mein woh khushbu thi. Maine mat ko pair se khiska ke deewar se laga diya. Koi aata to sirf kaam dikhta, bichhauna nahi.

Ishita ne last phool banaya. Uski aankhen kaam par wapas thin, lekin honth soojhe hue the. Maine apna honth chhupa ke rakha. Thali ab dekhne layak thi. Chaar row, saaf, sirf ek kone mein cream ka chhota sa wave bigda hua.

Peda girte hi mujhe kaam pakadna pada

Thali uthane hi nahi paye. Ishita ka dupatta kursi se fislake uski kalaai se lipat gaya. Sambhalte hue uske kuaan ka takkar thali se hua. Upar wali row saraki. Do peda palat ke cream mein dhans gaye, ek kinare se neeche girne ko hua.

Yeh woh palat tha jo abhi chahiye nahi tha. Neeche seedi par kadmon ki awaaz saaf aa rahi thi, do log, baat karte hue, bhandare ka naam lete hue. Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin, is baar hasi nahi, jaldi.

Jeans ki belt kasne ki jagah ghutne tek gaye. Girte peda ko kalaai se rok liya. Cream ungliyon par phaili. Ishita ne doosra palta hua tukda uthaya, chhuri se katne lagi. “Tu theek kar, main awaaz ko rokungi.”

Woh terrace ke darwaze ki taraf nahi bhaagi. Sirf itna aage gayi ki seedi dekhe. Maine thali ke upar cream ko scoop se phir phailaya, bigde phool ko naya shape diya, jaldi jaldi, saaf nahi, lekin chakhne layak. Paseena saaf kiya apne maathe se, t-shirt ke back se nahi, kalaai ke peeche se.

Uski awaaz neeche ko gayi, halki, “Paanch minute, cream set ho rahi hai!” Neeche se koi hansa. Kadme ruke. Itna hi milna tha. Main abhi bhi ghutnon ke bal tha, thali ke saamne, cream meri ungliyon par, gardan par uska daant, jeans ke andar thandi geelapan.

Ishita wapas aayi. Dupatta ab kandhe par tha. Uski chut ki geelapan uski chaal mein ab bhi thi, lekin haath kaam pe the. Maine last peda ko jagah di, thali ko seedha kiya, aur uth ke khada ho gaya. Ab turant yahi karna tha: cream ko chhupana nahi, thali ko neeche utarna, warna poora bhandara hamare haath se jaata.

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