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Couple ke pyaar ne kitchen mein sex ka rang bhar diya

9 min readRomantic Sex Stories

Kadai ke kinare se doodh ki ek moti lahar uthi aur Meera ne chammach itni tez ghumayi ki elaichi ke daane kadai ki deewar se takraaye.

“Aaj kuch special nahi hai,” usne kaha, nazar abhi bhi doodh par. “Sirf Sunday ki kheer hai, jaise har hafte banati hoon.”

Maine uski kalaai dekhi, phir uske chehre par. Do saal se hum Indore ke is chhote flat mein saath rehte the, lovers ki tarah, ek asl couple ki tarah, lekin aaj uske honth woh baat keh rahe the jo uske haath nahi maan rahe the.

Kesar ke do bade chammach pehle hi doodh mein ghul chuke the. Woh wahi peach rang ki kurti pehne thi jo maine Palasia ki dukan se uske saath pehli mulakaat ke din kharidi thi. Gale mein woh chhota locket tha jisme hum dono ki ek purani photo thi.

Indore ki is Sunday shaam Bharat ke is garm kitchen mein doodh aur kesar ki khushbu fail rahi thi, aur meri saans us khushbu se kam, uske halka jhoot se zyada bhari thi.

Kadai ke paas uska seedha sawaal

“Meera.” Maine chulha ke paas ek kadam liya. “Agar aaj kuch special nahi, to ye kesar kyun daala? Woh kurti kyun pehni? Aur pehli film wala gana tu kyun ghun-ghuna rahi hai?”

Chammach ruki. Usne aankhen uthayi. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thin, lekin unme woh gussa bhi nahi tha jo main soch raha tha. Sirf ek thakan thi, aur uske peeche pyaar ki woh parchi jo woh roz chhupati thi.

“Tu hamesha hisaab maangta hai,” usne dheere kaha. “Kheer mein kesar daalna bhi ab sawaal ban gaya?”

“Sawaal kesar ka nahi hai. Sawaal yeh hai ki tu mujhse door jaane ka natak karti hai, phir ghar aa kar meri favourite cheezein nikaal deti hai. Humara relation kya hai, Meera? Sirf roommate, ya woh pyaar jo tu raat ko mere kandhe par sar rakh kar kehti hai?”

Woh chup rahi. Kitchen ki khidki se Indore ka late light andar aa raha tha. Hindustan ke is shahar ki garmi ne deewaron ko bhi naram kar diya tha, lekin uske honth ab bhi kashe hue the.

Usne chammach kadai ke kinare rakh di. “Roommate nahi.” Awaz patli thi. “Main teri lover hoon. Hum couple hain. Mujhe dar tha ki tu is pyaar ko halka samajh raha hai, isliye maine special nahi kaha. Lekin kesar jhoot nahi bolta.”

Maine uska haath pakda. Uski ungliyon par doodh ki garmi thi. “To seedha keh. Mujhe bhi tu chahiye. Aaj. Abhi. Sirf kheer nahi.”

Usne meri shirt ke button par ungli rakhi aur halke se khincha. “Rohan, rukna mat. Mujhe tu yahin chahiye.”

Pehla kiss kesar jaisa tha. Meetha, garam, aur thoda jalne ke kareeb. Fridge ki thandi deewar uski peeth se takrai, kurti upar ko sarakne lagi, aur meri hatheli uski kamar par ruki jahan pasina pehle se jum gaya tha.

Do saal ka pyaar achanak koi naya jumla nahi bana. Woh wahi cheez thi jo roz subah chai ke cup ke peeche chhup jaati thi. Aaj usne khud ko nahi chhupaya. Uski thighs meri jeans se ragad kha rahi thin, aur uski saans meri gardan par toot rahi thi.

Kurti ke neeche bra ka hook ek hi koshish mein khula. Uske boobs meri hatheliyon mein bhar gaye, naram, bhari, aur itne jaan-pehchaan ki mujhe laga yeh body kisi ajnabi ki nahi, meri lover ki hai. Maine daaye nipple ko muh mein liya. Meera ki ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayin.

“Aur neeche,” usne kaha, bina sharmaaye. “Yahin. Chulha jal raha hai, main jaanti hoon. Phir bhi yahin.”

Salwar ki nadi dheeli hui. Kapda ghutnon tak utra, phir ek pair se bilkul utar gaya. Pink panty geeli thi, kapde ki dhaari beech mein dhas chuki thi. Maine usko bhi khincha. Uski chut par ungli rakhte hi usne meri shirt ka agla button tod diya.

Pyaar ne kitchen ki deewar tak khincha

Counter ke kinare, kadai se do haath door, usne khud ko thoda upar uthaya. Meri do ungliyan uski chut mein ghusi to usne dant honth par dabaye. Andar geela tha, garam tha, aur har dhakke ke saath woh meri kalai ko apni taraf kheenchti rahi.

“Itna tez mat,” pehle kaha, phir khud hi kamar aage ki. “Nahi… ab tez kar. Rohan, dekh mujhe. Sirf chut nahi, mujhe dekh.”

Maine dekha. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Pyaar wahan tha, gussa bhi thoda, aur woh bhook bhi jo do hafte se hum dono ne kaam aur chhoti chirchir ke peeche daba rakhi thi. Mera lund jeans ke andar itna kas chuka tha ki zip utarte waqt dard jaisa sukoon mila.

Usne khud haath badha kar mera lund pakda. Muh se thook kar usne sira geela kiya, phir apni chut ke muh par ragda. “Andar. Abhi. Main ready hoon.”

Pehla dhakka dheema tha. Phir doosra. Uski chut ne pura lund le liya aur uski ek heel mere calf se takrai. Kitchen ki tile thandi thi, uski peeth garam, aur beech mein humara woh relation jo roz ke bartan aur bills ke peeche dab jaata tha.

Maine usko choda, lekin jaldi mein nahi. Har dhakke ke saath uska locket meri chhati se takrata. Photo ke kaanch ki thodi si thandak ne yaad dilaya ki yeh koi ek raat ka jism nahi, do saal ka couple hai jo ab bhi ek doosre ko chahte hain.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, pair meri kamar pe lapet te hue. “Wahan… haan. Pyaar ki baat baad mein. Ab mujhe bhar.”

Uske boobs meri shirt se ragad kha rahe the kyunki maine poori shirt nahi utari thi, sirf khol di thi. Buttons ki katkati uski skin par padti. Main jhuk kar uske gale ko chusta, locket ko bich mein rokta, aur uski chut ko itna gehra leta ki uski awaaz kadai ke doodh jaisi ubalne lagti.

Kabhi kabhi woh meri gardan kaat-si leti, kabhi meri kamar ko apni tangon se kasti. Mera lund uski geeli deewar ke andar failta, nikalta, phir dubara dhas ta. Sex simple nahi tha. Beech beech mein uske honth mere kaan par aa kar kehte, “Main yahin hoon. Door nahi jaungi.”

Maine uski ek tang upar uthayi, counter ki edge par rakh di. Naya angle mila. Uski chut ne aur zor se pakda. Meri ungliyan uski thighs par nishaan chhod rahi thin. Woh hans padi, phir tuti hui saans mein meri shirt ki collar pakad li.

“Itna gahra… Rohan… hum couple hain na? Keh. Abhi keh.”

“Haan. Meri lover. Mera ghar. Yeh pyaar.” Teen baat, bina lambi speech ke. Uske baad maine usko tez choda. Counter halka hilne laga. Kadai mein doodh ki lehar ubhar rahi thi, lekin us pal meri duniya uski geeli chut aur uske khule honth tak simat gayi thi.

Usne apna haath neeche le ja kar jahan hum jude the, apni chut ke upar wale hisse ko ragda. Uski aankhen ghumsi. Pairon ki ungliyan kasen. Main jaanta tha woh nazdeek hai, kyunki uski ungliyan meri peeth par khadi ho jaati thin.

“Ab mat nikal,” usne kaha. “Andar hi… main bhi…”

Uske body ki tarah uski awaaz bhi kaampi. Maine kamar rok kar ek lamba dhakka diya, phir chhote tez dhakke. Uski chut ne itni zor se kasa ki meri saans atak gayi. Woh aa gayi, kamar kaman ki tarah tan kar, phir naram padte hue mere kandhon par girti hui.

Main bhi nahi ruka. Mera lund uske andar phadka, garam lehsun jaisa nahi, doodh jaisa nahi, sirf woh garam chhoot jo do saal ke pyaar ke baad bhi naya lagta hai. Maine uski kamar dabaye rakha jab tak dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Thodi der hum wahi jude rahe. Uske baal mere muh par the. Kurti ek kandhe se utri hui thi, doosre par atki. Meri jeans ghutnon ke neeche akdi thi. Kitchen ab bhi kitchen tha, lekin usme humara pyaar itna khula pada tha ki chulha ki aanch bhi sharmaye.

Usne meri chhati par muh rakh kar dheere kaha, “Special tha. Main darti thi kehne se. Tu hisaab maangta hai, isliye.”

Maine uske maathhe ko chuma. “Hisaab nahi. Sirf tujhe. Yeh relation halka nahi hai.”

Woh muskuraayi, abhi bhi meri kamar se lipati. Mera lund dheere bahar sarakne laga, uski chut se ek geeli lakeer uski tang par chal padi. Usne panty nahi dhundi. Pehle meri nazar pakdi, phir meri shirt ke khule pane ko, jaise yeh bhi koi pyaar ka hissa ho.

“Thoda aur rakh,” usne kaha, hatheli mere lund par pherte hue, ab kam tez, zyada jaan-pehchaan. “Main jaanti hoon doodh dekhoonga tu. Ek minute aur de.”

Maine di. Uske boobs dubara muh mein liye, dheere, jaise koi jaldbaazi baaki na ho. Uski ungliyan meri gardan ke peeche thi. Lovers hone ka matlab kabhi-kabhi yahi hota hai: ki sex ke baad bhi haath nahi hatte, aur baat ab bhi adhuri rehti hai.

Phir bhi kitchen ne apna kaam nahi chhoda. Kadai ke kinare se pehli moti boond chulhe ki aanch par tapki, ek geeli hiss ke saath. Doodh ki khushbu mein ek jalne wala note mil gaya.

Ubalta doodh dono ko wapas laya

Meera pehle hili. “Kadai!”

Maine lund bahar nikaala, jeans upar khinchi, aur do kadam mein chulha band kiya. Doodh kinare se bah chuka tha, kesar ke daag chulhe ki plate par fail gaye. Kheer ka ek hissa chipak chuka tha. Dhuan nahi, lekin woh teekhi smell jo ghar ke har kone ko bata deti hai ki kuch bigda hai.

Woh hansti hui salwar ek pair mein pehanne lagi, kurti seedhi karti, locket ko chhati ke beech wapas rakhti. Meri shirt ke do button gayab the. Uski thighs par meri ungliyon ke geele nishaan ab bhi chamak rahe the.

“Dekh,” usne kaha, kadai ki taraf thuddi karke. “Pyaar ne kheer kha li.”

Maine khidki khol di. Indore ki shaam ki hawa andar aayi, garmi liye, thodi dhoop liye, Bharat ke is ordinary Sunday ka baaki hissa liye. Hum dono ab bhi kareeb the, kapde adhure, saans tez, lekin pair ab chulhe ke saamne the.

Usne mera kalaai ka kapda ponchha jo doodh se geela ho gaya tha, phir apna sar meri khuli shirt ke andar rakh diya. “Kal maa ko photo bhejungi to kahaungi kheer thodi zyada pak gayi. Jhoot nahi. Sirf poori baat nahi.”

Maine uske baal se ek elaichi ka daana nikaala jo na jaane kaise wahan atak gaya tha. Kadai ab shaant thi. Couple wale ghar ki sabse saaf saza yahi thi: ek kharab kheer, ek khuli khidki, aur do log jo ab hisaab nahi maang rahe the.

Usne meri jeans ki belt mein ungli daal kar ek baar aur kheencha, bina agle round ke, sirf is liye ki haath wahan the. “Aaj special tha,” usne kaha. “Ab kheer nahi bachegi. Tu bachega.”

Main uske locket ko do ungliyon se thama. Photo ke peeche kitchen ki roshni kaanp rahi thi. Bahar kisi scooter ki horn door se kaati, phir khatam ho gayi. Andar sirf hum the, jalne ki halki smell, aur woh pyaar jo kesar se zyada khul kar baith gaya tha.

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