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Smita ke chhupe faisle ke baad maine usse sex kiya

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Smita ne mere guitar ki E string itni zor se kheench kar toda ki tink ki awaaz poore kamre mein fail gayi.

“Tune Sunday class ke liye pehle hi naam katwa diya?” meri awaaz unchi nikal gayi.

Uske haath se tabla stick bhi giri. Mysuru ke is pehle maule par deewar ke paas khadi woh meri taraf ghumi, cotton kurta pasine se chipki hui, salwar ki silwat seedhi.

“Haan,” usne kaha, bina jhooth ke. “Kal raat organizer ko bol diya. Main nahi aaungi.”

Garmi Bharat ke dakshin is sheher mein aisi thi ki pankha bhi hawa ko thakaya hua lag raha tha. Do saal se isi kamre mein hum riyaz karte the. Aaj usne bina poochhe meri hafte ki dhun kaat di.

“Bina bataye?” maine kala dora uthaya jo string se latak raha tha. “Main yahin khada tha. Tune pehle hi faisla kar liya.”

Smita ne honth chaate. Uski aankhen laal nahi thin, sakht thin. “Mujhe laga tu rokega. Isliye pehle katwa diya.”

Woh jumla kamar tak utar gaya. Main do kadam aage badha. Kurta ka button uski gardan ke paas khula tha, collarbone par paseena chamak raha tha. Gussa aur kheench ek saath chale.

Pehle wala chhupa faisla

“Roka nahi hota,” maine kaha. “Pooccha hota.”

Usne mera haath hatane ki koshish ki, lekin ungliyan meri kalaai par ruki rahi. “Mihir, tu har Sunday yahi sochta hai ki yeh riyaz hai. Mere liye yeh riyaz nahi raha.”

Kamre ki khidki se gali ka shor aa raha tha, mithai ki dukaan neeche khuli thi. India ke is kone mein log dupahr ko so jaate hain, par hum dono jaag rahe the, itne kareeb ki uski saans meri shirt par pad rahi thi.

“Toh tu nikalna chahti hai. Pehle hi nikal gayi.”

Smita hans di, kowi nahi, katili. “Nikalna nahi. Tujhse alag riyaz. Tujhe dekh ke main sur bhool jaati hoon. Yeh baat maine kal maan li.”

Woh jumla gusse ko garam kar gaya. Maine uski kamar pakdi, uski kamar patli aur garmi se chipki hui. Usne dhakka nahi diya. Ulta mere t-shirt ka kora pakad liya.

“Agar tu chaahti nahi,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “to haath hata.”

Usne haath nahi hataya. Ulta mere gale ke peeche ungliyan fasa di. “Hataungi nahi. Aaj nahi.”

Itna kaafi tha. Maine uske honth pakad liye. Pehla kiss daant se bhara tha, doosra geela. Uski chhati meri chhati se takrai. Kurta ke neeche bra ki patti ungli ko atki.

Smita ne khud mera haath apni chhati par rakh diya. “Yahin. Kapde baad mein.”

Maine button khole, ek ek karke, bina natak ke. Kurta kandhon se fislaya. Uski chhati bhari thin, brown nipple khade. Maine muh lagaya, uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gain.

“Zor se,” usne kaha. “Gussa nikal.”

Salwar ki nada maine kholi, usne khud dreh karke neeche utari. Pink panty geeli thi beech se. Maine uski chut par haath phera, do ungliyan fold karke geelapan check kiya. Woh meri ungliyon par dhasne lagi.

Jeans ki zip mere lund ko daba rahi thi. Smita ne zip kholi, haath andar daala, mera lund ko nahi, mera lund ko pakad kar bahar nikala. Garam, sakht, uski mutthi mein.

“Pehle muh,” usne kaha, aur ghutnon par baith gayi.

Lipatne ke baad jo toota

Fars par uska gala meri thighs ke beech aa gaya. Honth se usne sirf top chuma, phir jeebh ghumayi. Maine deewar pakad li. Uski aankhen ooper thin, meri taraf, jaise ab bhi faisla usi ke paas ho.

Geeli aawaz se kamra bhar gaya. Maine uske baal peeche kiye. Woh gag nahi hui, rhythm pakad kar lund ko gale tak le gayi, phir chhod kar saans li. Lambi saans.

“Utho,” maine kaha. “Bed par.”

Chhota gadda khidki ke neeche tha, chaddar pehle se uljhi. Smita let gayi, tangen khol kar. Panty ab tak pairon par atki thi, maine kheench kar nikaali. Uski chut ke baal geele, fold khule hue.

Maine jeebh rakhi. Namak aur uski khushbu. Clit par gol, phir do ungliyan andar. Uski kamar uth kar meri muh se mili. “Mihir… wahan… haan.”

Uske pair mere kandhon par chadh gaye. Main ruk ruk kar chatata raha, jab tak uski ungliyan chadar ko nochni shuru na ho. Phir maine uth kar jeans poori utari, t-shirt sir ke upar se nikaali. Nanga khada, lund uski pet par chhua.

Smita ne pairon se meri kamar kheench li. “Andar. Abhi.”

Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakh kar dheere dhakka diya. Geeli thi, phir bhi pehla inch tight. Doosri dhakke mein poora baith gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Ruk kar maine uski aankhen dekhin. Woh muskura nahi rahi thi. Bhari hui thi. Maine kamar hilayi, chhota, phir lamba. Palang ki lakdi neeche se awaaz karti rahi.

“Aur tez,” usne kaha. Maine ek tang uthayi, uski thigh apne haath mein li, aur dhakke gehre kiye. Har baar meri balls uski gaand se takrati. Uski chhati hil rahi thin, nipple tight.

Gusse ka bacha hua hissa is movement mein utar raha tha. Maine uske gale par honth rakhe, kaata nahi, bas saans chhodi. Smita ne meri peeth nochi. “Wahi… wahi rakh.”

Position badli bina natak ke. Usne khud palat kar pet ke bal letne ko kaha. Main peeche se ghusa, uski kamar pakad kar. Uski gaand meri pet se chipki. Is angle par uski chut aur bhi kas kar leti thi.

“Kal tu organizer se kya boli thi, ek baar phir,” maine uske kaan ke paas kaha, dhakka rok kar nahi, chalata hua.

“Yahi… ki class nahi… aaungi…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Tujhe dekh… nahi sambhalti.”

Maine haath aage bheja, clit masla, lund andar hi andar ghumaya. Smita ki awaaz dabi, phir khuli. Uski chut ne mera lund ko dabaya, taral behne laga uski thighs par.

Main aur tez hua. Palang ki tek khatkhata rahi. Neeche gali mein koi cycle guzri, hum dono rukhe nahi. Uske baal pasine se maathe par chipke. Maine unhe hata kar gardan chumi.

“Mihir, main… aa rahi hoon.”

Uske shabdon ke saath uski body kas gayi. Maine uski kamar pakde rakhi, dhakke chhote lekin gehre. Jab uska kampan dhima hua, maine nikaala, usse palataya, aur samne se phir ghusa.

Ab uski aankhen nam thin, gusse wali nahi. Maine ek haath uski chhati par rakha, doosra gaand ke neeche. Rhythm lambi ho gayi, kam zalzale wali, zyada bhari.

“Tu andar… nahi,” usne haath meri pet par rakha. Maine nikaal kar uski chhati par lund rakh di. Do dhakkon mein cum nikal aaya, garam dhaar uski chhati aur gale tak. Smita ne ungli se chhua, muh tak le gayi, jeebh se chat li.

Hum dono gir gaye, meri baanh uske pet par. Pankha ghumta raha. Uski saans meri taang par thi. Main paani ke glass tak jaane wala tha, haath bhi badha chuka tha.

Smita ne meri kalaai pakad li. “Abhi mat ja. Ek minute.”

Minute lambi nahi thi. Uska phone gaddi ke neeche se bajne laga, vibration se chaddar hil rahi thi. Usne ignore kiya. Phir dubara. Teesri baar usne haath daal kar speaker on kar diya, aankhen band, jaise riyaz ka metronome ho.

Main turant bahar nikal gaya

“Smita, sun rahi ho?” mard ki awaaz aayi, organizer ki, wahi jo kal usne call kiya tha. “Tumne kal hi confirm kar diya tha Sunday Mihir wala batch band. Aaj shaam saat baje naya group hall mein. Attendance pehle se mark kar di hai. Late mat hona.”

Phone ki roshni uski geeli chhati par padi. Smita ne aankhen kholin. Maine glass nahi uthaya.

“Attendance pehle se,” maine dohraaya, kapde dhundhte hue. Jeans ek pair ke paas thi, t-shirt guitar ke case par. String ab bhi kati hui latak rahi thi.

Smita baithi, chaddar se chhati dhakte hue. “Woh sirf class ke liye tha. Yeh jo hua, alag hai.”

Maine zip chadhai. Guitar uthaya, kati string ungli ko kaat gayi, lekin rakha. “Kal wala faisla class ka tha. Aaj wala bhi usi ka hissa nikla. Shaam saat baje teri attendance lagi hai.”

Usne kuch aur bolne ko munh khola. Maine joota pehna, doosra haath mein liya, darwaza khola. Gali ki garmi chehre par lagi, neeche mithai ki dukaan ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Main seedhi se utra, guitar ko bagal mein dabaaye, bina peeche dekhe.

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