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Patna ke flat mein Bhavna ki audio ke beech meri chudai

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Darwaza abhi poora band bhi nahi hua tha ki Bhavna ne jutiyan haath mein uthayi. “Main jaa rahi hoon, Samar. Yeh last take nahi hoga.”

Speaker par uski hi purani awaaz ghoom rahi thi, halki saans aur ek adhuri line. Volume maine kam kiya. “Ruk. Baat adhuri hai.”

Woh threshold par khadi rahi. Patna ki is purani colony ki gali se scooter ki awaaz aa rahi thi. “Tu audio ko theek karna chahta hai, mujhe nahi. Main file nahi hoon.”

Jawab gale mein atka, phir nikla. “Darta tha ki bina mic ke tu meri taraf nahi aayegi. Isliye recording ko beech mein rakh diya.”

Bhavna ki aankhen tez ho gayin. “Toh ab seedha bol. India ke is garm shehar mein bhi log bina recorder ke milte hain. Hum do adult hain, koi natak nahi.”

“Seedha yeh hai ki teri awaaz sun kar main pagal hota hoon. Aaj tujhe recording ke liye nahi, apne liye yahin rakhna chahta hoon.”

Pal bhar woh chup rahi. Phir jutiyan farsh par rakh diin. Dupatta kandhe se sarak aaya. “Theek hai. Main rukti hoon. Volume neeche rakh. Pehle meri taraf dekh.”

Kamra ek hi tha, baithak jaisa. Khidki par curtain, sofe ke peeche wahi purana speaker. Doosri jagah nahi gaye. Gali ki garmi andar tak aa rahi thi.

Uske baal gandhe se khule the, kameez ki gardan geeli. Haath badhaaya to usne apni ungliyan meri hatheli par rakh diin. Khincha nahi, sirf ruka.

“Agar main yahin hoon to audio baad mein. Abhi sirf hum,” usne kaha. Sir hilaya. Itna kaafi tha.

Adhure jhagde ke baad woh ruki

Honthon par gussa bacha tha. Bhavna ne meri lower lip dabaai, phir choosi. Haath uski kamar par gaya, kameez ke upar se, kapde ke andar nahi pehle.

Speaker dheemi awaaz de raha tha, uski hi purani moan, jaise koi doosri Bhavna kone se khadi ho. Wahi line jo kal raat teen baar dohraayi gayi thi.

“Yeh wali awaaz band mat kar, bas neeche rakh,” kaan ke paas usne kaha. “Live meri awaaz alag niklegi.”

Pehle button uski kameez ke khule. Shirt ke button usne khud khole, jaldi mein nahi, ek ek karke. Belt apni jeans ki khuli, dhwani se nahi, dheere.

Sofe par Bhavna let gayi. Salwar ka naada khula. Saamne khada raha, lund underwear mein tight, kapde ke tent se saaf.

Underwear usne meri neeche ki, haath se pakda. “Itna din mic ke peeche chhupaaye rakha. Ab nikal ke dikha.”

Ungliyon ne sahlaaya, phir muh tak laya. Honthon ne dhak diya. Garam gola, jeebh gol, uski aankhen upar meri taraf khuli.

Baal pakde rahe, kheenche nahi. Jeebh ne nichaala, gale ke qareeb. Jo awaaz nikli woh speaker ki line se takrai, ek jhoothi ek sacchi.

Muh hata kar boli, “Ab tu. Meri chut sookhi nahi hai aaj. Kal wali needy acting nahi chahiye.”

Salwar aur panty thighs se ek saath utre. Uski chut geeli chamak rahi thi, fold khule, baal trim, garam.

Ghutnon par aa kar jeebh di. Clit par halke se, phir do ungliyan andar. Kamar uthhi, aankhen band, honth khule.

“Samar… wahi… dheere.” Geelich ki awaaz, jeebh ki patti, uski saans phooli hui. Ungliyan kosti rahi, angutha clit par.

Speaker ne purani line dohrayi, “Haan… wahi…” Live usne bhi wahi kaha, sharmaaye baghair, thoda gusse ke saath jaise file ko jawab de rahi ho.

Jeebh tez ki to gardan dabaai gayi meri. “Ab lund. Andar. Abhi. Mic wait kare.”

Asli moan ne file ko haraaya

Sofe par uske upar aaya. Lund chut ke muh par raga, geelich faili. Dheere pehla inch, phir poora andar, pet tak garmi.

Uski chut ne kas liya. Ek pal ruk. Phir dhakka. Thighs meri kamar par lapeti gayin, patli aur tight.

Kameez upar thi, bra abhi pehni hui. Cup sarka kar nipple muh mein liya, kaata nahi, choosa. Namak, paseena, uski ungli mere galle par.

Har dhakke par sofa chillaaya. Bahar gali, andar chamdi ki thap. Bharat ke is purane shehar ki shaam khidki ke bahar dhal rahi thi, andar sirf hamari garmi thi.

“Tez kar,” Bhavna boli. “Mic nahi sun raha, main sun rahi hoon. Kal tu levels dekh raha tha. Aaj mujhe dekh.”

Tez dhakke. Lund andar bahar, geelich balls tak. Ungliyan mere kandhon par khodi, nakhun ki patti.

Beech mein speaker ne woh fake saans di jo kal record ki thi. Bhavna has di, saans ke beech. “Woh wali acting thi. Yeh wali nahi.”

Hasna toot gaya jab angle badla. Gehrai mili, uski aankhen khuli. “Yahan… haan, yahi. Wahi mat chhod.”

Gusse ka bacha hua hissa ab dhakkon mein nikal raha tha. Mic ke peeche wala aadmi nahi, bas jism, uski chut ki pakad, uski awaaz.

Palat kar usne neeche dhakka diya. Upar baithi, lund apni chut mein baithaaya, dheere neeche jab tak pet se pet sata, bra ke cups beech mein.

Khud hilne lagi. Chhati hilti, baal muh par. Moans ab speaker se unchi, gali tak jaane layak, lekin khidki band thi.

Kamar pakdi. Bhavna ne apna haath clit par rakha, gol. “Isi speed pe. Haan. Wahi mat tod. Kal jaisa cut mat kar.”

Squelch, bar bar nigalti hui chut. Nipples ko ungliyon se masalta raha, zor nahi, bas daab, jaise button nahi, chamdi.

Kamp uthi, andar se dabki, rone jaisi awaaz. Rhythm nahi toota jab tak uski thighs ka kanpna dheema nahi pada, paseena sofe par.

“Peeche se nahi aaj,” saans mein boli. “Mujhe yahin, munh dekh ke. Kal wali file jaisi pose nahi. Woh pose teri thi, meri nahi.”

Palat kar uski ek taang uthayi. Lund wapas chut mein, gehrai tak. Aankhen aankhon mein. Is baar uski taang mere kandhe par.

Lambe dhakke. Paseena cheek, gardan, uski kameez ke kinare. Balls uski gaand se takrati, andar nahi, sirf thap.

“Andar mat,” saans kaati. “Bahar nikal. Yeh bhi record nahi, yeh meri baat hai.” Baat ek baar aayi, phir sirf saans.

Teen baar us moan ko dohraane ko kaha tha kal. Aaj wahi line speaker se aa kar beech mein kut rahi thi, jaise gussa ab bhi mic mein phansa ho.

Bhavna ne munh ke paas kheench kar kaha, “Sun, main yahan isliye ruki kyunki darwaze par sach bola. Kal tu producer ban gaya tha. Aaj nahi.”

Haath uski kamar se nahi hata. “Aaj nahi.” Itna hi, dhakka lambi line mein.

Jab uski jeebh pehle lund par thi, speaker ne oonchi saans di thi. Woh ruki thi, muh se nikaal kar hasi thi, phir dubara leti gayi jaise jawab de rahi ho us purani file ko.

Geela lund, uske honth ke kinare laar. Sofe ki back par jhukna pada, aankhen band nahi kiin. Dekhna tha, levels nahi, uska munh.

Uski ek ungli mere tate ke peeche gayi, halki. Jhatka laga, awaaz nikal gayi jo recording jaisi saaf thi, bina take ke.

“Yeh awaaz mujhe pasand hai,” usne kaha, “kyunki tu soch nahi raha ki clip kahan cut hogi.”

Jeebh se chut chaatte hue namak aur khushbu yaad rahi, pehle wale hisse ki. Uski thighs kaanon par band hui, phir khuli, maze se, jaise file ka clock nahi.

Do ungliyan andar kosti rahi thi tab, angutha clit par. Bhavna ki awaaz toot kar short ho gayi. “Wahi daba… aur jeebh.” Phir lund maanga tha.

Sofa ke cushion sarak rahe the. Theek nahi kiye. Patna ki yeh shaam cushion se nahi, uski chut ki pakad se yaad rahegi.

Jab lund pehli baar poora gaya tha, dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski chut dhadak rahi thi, mere lund ke around, garmi ki nadi.

Dhakka ginte nahi. Sirf uski aankhen, uska muh, speaker ki ghost awaaz jo ab weak pad rahi thi, battery nahi, sharm se.

“Kal tu bolta raha, thoda aur needy.” Aaj needy uske nakhun the peeth par, lambe nishan nahi, bas daab.

Upar se chodte hue usne kaan kaata. “Meri awaaz ab nikal rahi hai. Sun.” Nikal rahi thi, khuli, bina script ke.

Volume speaker ki aur nahi chheda. Wahi dheemi purani line, upar yeh asl chillahat. Do layers, ek jhoot ek jism.

Uski clit par haath rakh kar dhakke chhote kiye, tez. Munh khula raha, awaaz without words, sirf saans aur geelich.

Kampne ke baad woh jhuk kar chest par giri, kameez gili. “Paani nikal aaya meri chut se. Tujhe mehsoos hua?”

“Haan.” Lund ab bhi andar, hard. Hilna chhota amplitude, jaise turant khatam nahi karna. Phir wahi palat, munh dekh ke.

Last dhakke lambe aur geele. Nikalne ke kareeb tha, uski baat yaad rahi. Bahar. Pet par gira, garam dhaage, navel tak.

Ungli farsh par nahi, apne pet par pheri usne. “Dekh, yeh file nahi banti.” Hasi chhoti, thaki, bina mic ke.

Hum ek minute aise hi rahe, speaker ab almost khatam, last hiss, jaise tape khatam ho.

Jaate waqt usne play daba diya

Bhavna uthhi pehle. Panty aur salwar chadhaaye, bra ke cup theek kiye, kameez ke button lagaye. Dupatta kandhe par daala, geela kinara kapde se sata.

Sofe par baitha raha, jeans adhoori, shirt khuli. Kuch sametne nahi uthha. Uski taraf dekhta raha, sawaal nahi poocha.

Jutiyan haath mein liin, phir paon mein daali. Phone speaker ke paas pada tha, wahi jisne saari shaam purani awaaz ghumaai thi.

Ungli play par gayi. Purani moan phir uthhi, ab kamre mein hamare paseene ke baad sasti aur sacchi dono, kal wali acting aaj ke baad.

“Yeh rakh,” boli. “Kal wali acting. Aaj wali tere dimaag mein rahegi, chipki nahi.” Darwaza khinch liya.

Gali ki hawa aai, band hua. Uski jutiyon ki awaaz seedhi se gayab hui. Speaker chalta raha, main sofe par hi raha.

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