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Malini ki kamvasna ne mujhe jooton ke saath rok liya

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Main right joota ka lace kheench raha tha jab Malini ne mera naam itni seedhi awaaz mein liya ki ungliyan ruk gayin. Raipur ki yeh drawing room shaam se hi garam thi, aur Bharat ki is suki hawa ne meri shirt ko peeth se chipka rakha tha. Uski awaaz mein koi nazakat nahi thi, sirf ek faisla.

“Maine aaj mummy ko keh diya,” Malini boli, darwaze ke paas khadi. “Us ladke se shaadi nahi hogi. Rishta khatam.”

Lace meri mutthi mein reh gaya. Main uthne ke liye jhuka tha isliye ki uske ghar mein ek mehmaan ki tarah late nahi ruka jaaye. Uski family ka pressure kal se chal raha tha, aur main samajh raha tha ki meri maujoodgi beja hai. Ab woh baat hi palat gayi thi.

Usne seedha kaha

Malini ne pallu nahi sambhala. Cotton kurti uske kandhon par seedhi padi thi, palazzo ke fold pairon par. Woh sofa ke kinare aakar baith gayi, itni kareeb ki uski ghutne meri jeans se takrayi.

“Tum isliye nikal rahe the na?” usne poocha. “Kyunki tum soch rahe the kal koi aur yahan hoga.”

Maine sirf itna kaha, “Haan.” Zyada explanation ki zaroorat nahi padi. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, geeli nahi, tez. Main joota dheelas karke pair nikalne laga, phir ruka, kyunki nikalna ab bekaar lag raha tha.

Malini ne apna ek haath mere kalai par rakha. Garam tha, halki kampan ke saath. “Ab koi nahi aa raha. Main ne khud mana kiya. Tum jaana chaho to jao, lekin yeh mat sochna ki main sharminda hoon.”

Woh rukawat request jaisi nahi thi. Ek admission thi, saaf. Maine joota ek taraf sarka diya. Sofa ke cushion ne meri kamar pakdi jab main uske bagal mein shift hua. Uski saans meri gardan ke paas aa gayi, tea ki mehak ab bhi uske honthon par thi.

“Yash,” usne dheere kaha, “agar tum sirf himmat dekhne aaye ho to mat baitho.”

Maine uska haath apni jeans ki thigh par shift kiya, isliye nahi ki kheenchun, balki isliye ki usko pata chale main yahin hoon. Malini ne ungliyan khol kar meri jeans ki silai par rakh diin. Consent uske is kadam mein tha. Usne meri shirt ke pehle button ko chhua, ruki, phir khud khola.

Kamvasna uske chehre par makeup se zyada saaf thi. Main uske honth tak gaya, usne chuma is tarah jaise der se rok rakha ho. Uski zabaan meri zabaan se mili, daant halka sa kata, phir chhod diya. Drawing room ki batti yellow thi, curtain aadha khula, neeche gali se scooter ki awaaz aayi aur nikal gayi.

Malini ne meri shirt ke baaki button khol diye. Uski ungliyan mere seene par phir gardan par. Maine kurti ki zipper nahi dhoondhi kyunki zipper thi hi nahi. Cotton kapda upar sarka, uske bra ka cup mere haath ke neeche aa gaya. Uski body ki garmi kapde ke neeche se nikal rahi thi.

“Yahan,” usne sofa ke backrest ki taraf chin uthake kaha. Main uske saath slide hua. Palazzos ka naara uske pet ke upar dheela tha. Maine naara nahi kheencha jab tak usne khud kamar uthake nahi kaha, “Utar do.”

Jo chaha wahi kiya

Palazzo uski thighs se neeche sarak kar takhne par atak gaya. Main usko poora nahi utara, kyunki uski jaldi meri jaldi se takra rahi thi. Uski chut kapde ke bina geeli chamak rahi thi, baalon ki patli lakeer ke neeche. Maine apni do ungliyan uski folds par phiraye, dheere, uski saans ko naapne ke liye.

Malini ne meri jeans ka button khola, zipper neeche ki. Mera lund kapde ke andar se tight tha. Usne boxer ke elastic ko kheench kar bahar nikaala, mutthi garam rakh kar. Main uski gardan ke khadd mein muh rakh ke saans li, lambi saans, kyunki uski mutthi tez ho rahi thi.

“Andar se mat kheenchna pehle,” usne kaha, aur yeh line rokne wali nahi, taane wali thi. Maine wallet se condom nikaala, packet ka corner daant se phada. Latex sarkaate waqt uski aankhen mere kaam par thin. Usne khud roll neeche kiya, mera lund ki nass ke upar se, phir sofa par peeth rakh di.

Main uski thighs ke beech khada hua, ek ghutna cushion par. Head uski chut ke muh par laga, usne apni kamar uthayi. Andar jaate hi uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gad gayin. Geela tight tha, garam, aur uski awaaz ek dabi hui “ahh” se aage nahi gayi pehle dhakke par.

Phir rhythm mil gaya. Sofa ka ek pair halka sa chhalak raha tha farsh par. Main tez nahi hua turant. Uski chut mera lund ko kheench rahi thi har baar nikalte waqt. Malini ne ek taang meri kamar pe lapet li, palazzo uske ek pair par latak raha tha jaise koi adhoora kaam.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, honth meri kaan ke paas. Maine kamar jhukayi, uske boobs bra ke upar se nikal aaye the, main muh se ek nipple ko daba ke chhoda, phir doosra. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muh khula tha. Bharat ke is chhote drawing room mein koi doosri awaaz nahi thi, sirf hamari saans aur sofa ki siski.

Malini ne meri hair ko mutthi mein liya, neeche nahi dhakela, bas pakde rakha. Main uski chut ke upar wale button par apna angutha ghumata raha jab lund andar bahar ho raha tha. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas rahi thin. Geelapan condom ke upar bhi mehsoos ho raha tha, garam stream ki tarah.

Usne apna haath apni chut aur mere pet ke beech daal kar khud ko ragda. Yeh uska pace tha, mera nahi. Main uske is hisaab se slow hua, phir uske kadam ke saath tez. Uski kamar ek dhakke par kaanp gayi, uski chut ne mera lund ko itna kasa ki main ruka, uske climax ko beech mein nahi kaata.

Malini ki awaaz is baar dabi nahi rahi. Short, khuli. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayin, naakhun ki lakeer. Main uske andar hi raha jab tak uski thighs dheeli nahi hui. Phir usne meri gardan kheench kar honth se honth lagaaye, geele, bechain.

“Tum bhi,” usne kaha. Maine dhakke dobara shuru kiye, uski geeli chut ab aur dhili, aur gahri. Condom ki patli diwar ke peeche pressure chadha. Main uske kandhon ko sofa mein dabaye rakha, mukh uski gardan par. Jab nikalna aaya to main uske andar hi jhatka, condom ke andar, uski kamar meri mutthi mein.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske upar kuch second ruka, phir condom sambhalte hue nikal aaya. Latex ko tissue mein lapet kar side table ke kagaz ke box ke paas rakh diya. Malini ki kurti ab bhi pet tak sarki thi, bra ek cup se khisaksa. Usne palazzo upar nahi khincha turant. Sirf meri shirt ke kinare ko apni ungli se kheela.

Main uske bagal mein let gaya, pair farsh par. Uski aankhen ceiling ki taraf thin, phir meri taraf aayin. Koi lamba speech nahi. Usne sirf itna kaha, “Achha hua tum nahi gaye.” Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Uski kamar mere haath ke neeche ab bhi kamp rahi thi, dheemi.

Hindustan ke chhote shehron mein aisi shaamein jaldi afwah ban jaati hain, lekin is drawing room ke bahar abhi koi nahi tha. Gali ki batti ne curtain par ek seedhi lakeer daali. Malini ne bra theek kiya, kurti neeche khinchi, palazzo pairon se upar. Main jeans bandh raha tha jab usne mere kaleje par ungli rakh kar rok di, bas ek pal, phir hata li.

Chai ke pyale ab bhi tray par thande pade the. Unko koi nahi uthata. Malini bathroom nahi gayi, sirf tissue se apni thighs saaf kiin, phir sofa ke kinare baith kar apne baal bandhe. Meri shirt ke do button ab bhi khule the. Maine woh bhi lagaaye, kyunki nikalna ab practical tha, koi natak nahi.

Akhir mein nikalna

Main joota wapas pehen raha tha, isi jagah, isi lace par. Malini darwaze tak aayi, lekin mehmaan wali muskaan nahi li. Usne mere kandhe par haath rakha, dabaya, chhoda. Bahar ke step par main ruka. Pehle har visit par woh andar se guest latch laga deti thi, ek saaf click, jaise ghar band ho gaya ho.

Aaj click nahi hui. Main seedhiyon par utra, aur peeth peeche sirf uski saans ki halki garmi thi, koi taala nahi.

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