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Mysuru ke society flat mein Kavya ruki, phir maine use choda

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Kavya ne darwaze ke paas jhuk kar sandal ki buckle kasne ki koshish ki, aur strap uski ungli par chubh gaya. Main uske peeche khada tha, haath mein uska khali steel dabba, jo kal society meeting se wapas laya tha. Woh uth kar seedha khadi ho gayi, pallu ko kandhe par theek kiya, aur kundi ki taraf badhi.

March ki dhilki dhoop India ke is dakshini shehar Mysuru mein ab bhi deewaron par chipki thi. Ceiling fan dheere ghoom raha tha. Dabba table par rakhne hi wala tha main, ki usne pair ulat kar doosri sandal theek karne lagi.

“Late ho rahi hoon,” usne kaha, awaaz mein jaldbaazi thi. “Academy saat baje start karti hai, aur auto nahi milega.”

Uske kareeb gaya main, lekin haath nahi lagaya. Kal meeting mein woh mere bagal mein baithi thi, aur uski kameez ki silai meri kalai se takrai thi. Aaj bhi wahi khushbu thi, coconut oil aur halka jasmine.

Bagal wale sheeshe mein baal theek kiye usne. “Dabba rakh do. Kal ki khichdi thi, maaf karna.”

“Kuch nahi,” maine kaha. “Main sirf wapas karne aaya.”

Woh muskuraayi, phir kundi pakad li. Pair sandal mein the, ghungroo uski ankle par nahi the, sirf ek patla silver payal. Nikal jaayegi, yeh pal khatam, yahi soch tha. Phir usne kundi chhod di.

“Main class nahi jaungi.” Itni seedhi baat thi ki fan ki awaaz bhi ruk si gayi. “Maine academy ko pehle hi message bhej diya. Teacher ko likha ki aaj practice nahi hogi.”

Uski aankhen dekhta raha main. “Phir yeh sandals?”

“Aadat. Aur thoda dar.” Kavya ne sandal pair se nikaal kar darwaze ke paas dhakel di. “Main tumhare aane ka wait kar rahi thi, Nikhil. Kal se. Meeting ke baad se. Agar tum bhi yahi chahte ho, to main yahin rukungi. Nahi to main abhi nikal jaungi, koi narazgi nahi.”

Uska haath pakda maine, sirf ungliyan. “Ruko. Main bhi yahi chahta hoon.”

Kundi chhoot gayi

Payal ki halki khanak darwaze ke paas reh gayi. Kavya ne pallu khol kar sofa ki taraf ek kadam liya, phir ruk kar meri t-shirt ki collar se kheench liya. Hum dono utne hi kareeb aa gaye jitna kal meeting mein nahi ho sakte the.

Pehla chuma tez nahi tha. Uski honthon par namak aur chai ka last trace tha. Meri ungliyon ne uski kamar pakdi, kameez ki silai ke neeche garmi mili. Usne meri jeebh ko apni jeebh se jawab diya, aur ek halki aah nikal gayi jo fan ki ghoomi mein kho si gayi.

“Yahan sheesha hai,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Parda kheench do.”

Living room ka parda maine ek hi kheench mein band kiya. Dhoop dhundhli ho gayi, sirf balcony ki sil se peeli dhaar bachi. Kavya ne kameez ke neeche se pet dikhaya, phir khud hi hook khol diye. Salwar ki nada dheeli ki, aur kapda ghutnon tak utar aaya.

Uske kandhon par meri hathon ki garam lapeti. Bra ka strap ungli se sarkaaya, cup hataya, aur uski chhatiyon ko muh se liya. Nipple zabaan par sakht ho gaya. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi, aur usne mera sar apni chhati se chipkaaye rakha.

“Ahista,” usne kaha, lekin pair aur khol diye. Salwar pair se nikal kar sofa ke neeche giri. Meri jeans ki belt usne khud kholi, zip neeche ki, aur mera lund kapdon ke upar se daba kar dekha. “Itne din se yahi soch rahi thi. Kal tumhari kalai jab meri kameez se takrai thi.”

Jeans aur underwear neeche kiye maine. Mera lund uski mutthi mein aa gaya, garam, aur usne dheere upar-neeche kiya. Kavya sofa ki edge par baith gayi, muh aage kiya, aur meri nok ko honthon se chhua. Zabaan ghumi, thook se geela kiya, phir usne lund ko muh mein liya.

Uski aankhen upar uthin. Main uske baal pakad sakta tha, lekin sirf kanpati se hataya. Gala gehra nahi gaya pehle, sirf rhythm. Uski honthon ki garmi se meri kamar kas gayi. Thodi der baad usne chhoda, honth chamke, aur kaha, “Sofa geela ho jayega. Neeche aao.”

Floor par uska dupatta bichha. Kavya let gayi, patli thighs khuli, uski chut par patla gila nishan tha. Maine ghutnon ke bal jhuk kar uski chut ko chuma, clit par zabaan rakh kar gol kiya. Uski saans tezi se uthne lagi. Meri do ungliyan geeli hokar andar gayin, dheere, uski kamar uth kar meri jeebh se mili.

“Haan… wahi,” usne kaha, awaaz dabi. Payal ne ek baar khanakayi jab usne pair meri peeth par rakh diya. Main uski chut ko chusta raha, ungliyan uske andar mor kar, jab tak uski thighs meri kanpati ko nahi dabane lagin.

Wallet jeans ki pocket se nikaala. Foil ki aawaz chhoti thi. Kavya ne sir uthaya, dekha, aur sirf nod kiya. Condom maine roll karke pehna, phir uske upar aaya. Lund ki nok uski chut ke muh par rakh kar ruka.

Uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili. “Andar. Ab.”

Dheere ghusa. Uski chut ne kas kar liya, geeli, garam, aur meri saans atak gayi. Pehla dhakka chhota tha. Doosra gehra. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par khudi, naakhun halka se. Hum dono floor par, dupatta ke upar, fan ke neeche, aur har dhakke ke saath uski payal ne ek naram taar chheda.

Saanson ke beech wala khel

Uske pet par meri kelley lagi. Kavya ne pair mere kamar ke peeche lock kiye, aur maine uski chut ko poora bhar diya. Condom ki patli dhaal ke peeche bhi uski garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski chhatiyan mere seene se ragad kha rahi thin, nipple sakht.

“Tez mat,” pehle bola usne, phir khud hi kamar uthakar meri speed maangne lagi. Maine rhythm badhaya, lekin seedha mechanical nahi. Kabhi ruk kar uski clit ko ungli se ragda, kabhi uska kaan chusa. Uski aahein chhoti-chhoti thin, beech-beech mein mera naam.

Living room ki clock ne saat baja diya. Academy ka time nikal chuka tha, aur yeh soch kar ek ajeeb sukoon aaya. Kavya ne meri gardan kaat ke chuma, phir kaha, “Mujhe upar le aao. Mujhe tumhe dekhna hai.”

Sofa par wapas. Woh meri god mein baithi, lund ko apni chut par rakha, aur khud dheere baith gayi. Uski kameez ab bhi ek kandhe par atki thi, doosra kandha nanga. Maine uski chhati muh mein li, aur usne apni kamar ghumai. Har baithak mein uski chut ne mera lund nigal liya, chhod diya, phir nigala.

Paseena uski gardan se neeche beha. Maine jeebh se chat liya. Namak. Jasmine ab tez tha. Uski ungliyon ne meri kamari ke maas ko dabaaye rakha, jaise main kahin nikal jaunga. Nikalne ka irada nahi tha.

“Kal tum chup the,” usne saans todte kaha. “Meeting mein. Main samajhi thi koi aur baat hai.”

“Chup isliye tha kyunki tumhari kameez ki silai meri nind kha rahi thi,” maine kaha, aur uski hansne ki awaaz meri chhati se lagi. Us hansne ke saath uski chut kas gayi, aur mera lund andar hi phoola.

God se uth kar usne sofa ki peeth pakdi. Main peeche se aaya, uski kamar pakdi, aur lund uski chut mein phir ghusa. Is angle mein gehra tha. Uski aah lambi nikal gayi. Dupatta pairon tale masla ja raha tha. Maine ek haath aage bhej kar uski clit masli, doosra haath uski chhati par.

Dhakke ab chhote aur tez the. Kavya ne muh ghumaya, mujhe dekhne ki koshish ki, honth khule. Uski aankhen nam thin, lekin dar se nahi. Main uske kaan ke paas bola, “Girne wali ho to bolo.” Usne sir hilaaya, nahi, aur kamar peeche thelti rahi.

Uski thighs kaanpne lagin. Clit par meri ungli tez hui, lund andar tikha. Kavya ne sofa ki peeth ko itna kas kar pakda ki uski knucles safed ho gaye. Phir uski chut ne baar-baar jhatka liya, geela aur tight, aur uski awaaz dabi hui nikal kar cushion mein mar gayi.

Uske jhatke ke dauran maine khud ko rokne ki koshish ki. Condom ab bhi poora tha. Uski kamar dheeli padi, lekin usne kaha, “Tum bhi. Mujhe mehsoos karna hai.” Maine dhakke jaari rakhe, uski geeli chut ki awaaz chhoti-chhoti thi, aur meri kamar kas kar girne lagi.

Bahar nahi nikala. Andar hi, condom ke andar, gir gaya. Lambi saans li, uske kandhe par sar rakh diya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Fan wahi ghoom raha tha. Clock saat-das bata rahi thi.

Condom sambhal kar nikaala, tissue se bandha, dustbin ki taraf kadam liya. Kavya sofa par leti rahi, kameez aadhi, payal ab bhi pair par, uski aankhen band. Maine uski thighs par halka haath phera. Usne bin bole meri kalai pakad li.

Paani ki bottle fridge se nikaali, uske honthon par lagayi. Usne do ghoont liye, phir meri taraf bottle ki. Hum dono ke beech baat kam thi, lekin koi jhoothi sharm nahi. Uski ungli meri chhati ke paseene par rahi, gol ghumti.

“Sandals darwaze par hi pade hain,” usne dheere kaha, jaise yaad aa raha ho ki woh nikalne wali thi. “Agar tum na aate, main sach-much class chali jaati. Message bhejne ke baad bhi pairon ne wahi aadat pakdi.”

Bottle table par rakh kar uske paas baith gaya. “Ab class nahi. Ab yeh.” Itna kaafi tha. Usne mera sar apne pet par rakh liya. Uski kamar ke neeche meri kaan sun sakti thi meri dhadkan.

Neeche tanki aa gayi

Pehli horn door ke bahar se nahi aayi. Pehle building ke shaft se ek dabi goonj aayi, phir clear horn, lamba, jo Mysuru ki is society mein har doosre din shaam ko paani laata hai. Kavya ki aankhen khul gayin.

“Tumhari manzil,” usne kaha. “Do floor neeche.”

Kapde dhundhe maine jaldi se. Underwear, jeans, belt. T-shirt sofa ke peeche atki thi. Kavya ne wo fenk kar di, aur meri bahein usme fas gayin. Condom wali foil table par nahi thi, maine pehle hi phenk di thi. Wallet jeans mein wapas.

Doosri horn tez thi. India ke kai shehron ki tarah yahan bhi tanker wait nahi karta. Mera flat do manzil neeche hai, cans balcony par khali pade hain, aur agar yeh chhoot gaya to kal subah tak na nahana, na chai. Yeh soch kar pair sandal ki taraf nahi, apni chappal ki taraf gaye jo maine andar utaar kar rakhi thin.

Kavya ne kameez khinchi, salwar abhi nahi pehni. Darwaze tak aayi, kundi kholi, aur corridor ki hawa andar aa gayi. “Jaao. Paani pehle.” Uski awaaz mein na rokaav tha, na koi agla waada. Sirf itna ki tanker nahi rukega.

Seedhiyon par dauda main, jeans ki belt abhi poori nahi kasi thi. Niche chowkidaar ki torch ki dhaar dikhi, tanker ka pipe pehle se kisi aur ke can mein gir raha tha. Meri bhaag ne unhe hataaya, apne do cans ko kheench kar line mein laga diya.

Upar wale flat ki balcony se parda ab bhi band tha. Paani cans mein bharne laga, thanda, tez. Haath geele ho gaye, aur kapdon ke neeche abhi bhi uski khushbu thi. Tanker wale ne chillaya ki agla can aage karo. Maine aage kiya, kyunki abhi ke liye yahi karna tha.

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