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Mere aur Tanvi ke pyaar wale jhagde ke baad sex

8 min readRomantic Sex Stories

“Tumhe meri exhibition ki kimat nahi, Devansh.”

Tanvi darwaze ke paas khadi thi. Ek pair chappal pair mein tha, doosra tile par ulat pada tha. Dupatta uske kandhon se phisal kar uski kamar tak aa gaya tha. Kitchen counter par haath rakh kar awaaz ko halka rakhna pada.

“Mill mein colour lot bigad gaya tha, isliye late hua. Itni badi baat mat banao.”

Woh palat kar meri taraf aayi, lekin threshold par hi ruki. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thin. Gussa saaf tha, jaise wet brush se kheenchi gayi line.

“Do saal ka pyaar, aur tumhare muh se yahi nikla ki meri pehli solo show overtime se chhoti hai. Main Ananya ke paas chali jaaun? Wahan koi meri canvas ko shift se nahi tolta.”

Jhagda subah se adhura tha. Raat ko late ghar ghusa, subah thandi chai chhod kar nikal gaya. Ab dopahar dhal rahi thi aur wahi jumle ghum rahe the.

Neeche gali se awaaz aa rahi thi. Surat ki yeh colony Bharat ke industrial kinare jaisi hi shor karti hai, lekin aaj woh shor meri galti ko dhakne ke kaam nahi aa raha tha.

“Jaogi to wapas kab, yeh bhi socho,” yeh sawal muh se nikalte hi pachhtawa hua, kyunki hisab jaisa laga, pyaar jaisa nahi.

Tanvi ne doosri chappal bhi pehen li. “Seedha bolo. Main jaaun ya rukun. Beech mein mat chhodo.”

Do second chup raha. Teen second. Uska haath knob par tha.

Phir dono chappal khud utar kar andar dhakel di, aur darwaza edi se band kar diya. Koi tala nahi laga. Sirf itna ki gali ka shor kam ho.

“Main rukti hoon. Apni marzi se. Tumhari chup se nahi.”

Jawab nahi mila

Uska kurta ab bhi button tak band tha. Jeans ki zip upar. Natak nahi, sirf faisla. Pairon tale zameen halki padi jab galti ka jumla seedha bola.

“Exhibition badi thi. Main chhota bola. Yeh meri galti hai.”

Tanvi ne pehle kadam nahi badhaya. “Galti se pyaar nahi banta. Couple hone ka matlab overtime nahi hota.”

Uske kareeb gaya, haath abhi bhi niche. “Ruk gayi ho, iska matlab yeh nahi ki main tujhe maan loon. Bolo, abhi kya chahiye.”

“Abhi chahiye ki tum mujhe dekho, sirf mill nahi. Aur mujhe chhune do. Main khud keh rahi hoon.”

Hoth pehle maathe par pade, phir uske hothon par. Namak aur haldi dono the, jaise dopahar ki chai adhuri chhoot gayi ho. Uski ungliyan meri shirt ke collar par atak gayin, rang ke dhabbe ab bhi un par the.

Jeans ki belt ke paas uska haath ruka, phir khud aage badha. “Yahan, abhi, yeh rishta chhota nahi padna chahiye.” Jawab mein sirf saans mili, lambi saans, jo gale mein atak kar nikalti.

Kurta ke pehle teen button usne khud khole. Chautha maine. Neeche cotton ka beige bra tha, koi naqab nahi, roz ka kapda. Meri shirt ke button bhi ek ek karke khule, mill ki halki chemical ki boo us par chipki hui thi, aur Tanvi ne naak sarakane ke bajay kandha chuma.

Deewar ke saath hum dono the, lekin khadi nahi reh saki. Pairon mein kanpan tha, gusse ka bacha hua hissa. Mattress tak le jaane ka kaam haath ne nahi, uski pakad ne kiya. Woh peeche chali, kameez meri mutthi mein, jaise canvas ko wall se utarte waqt kinara pakadte ho.

Kamre mein pyaar utra

Pankha dheere chal raha tha. Chatai nahi, purana foam mattress, chaddar ek taraf ulati. Tanvi let gayi, jeans ki zip khud kheench kar. Uski thighs par halka rang laga tha, cobalt, jo subah palette se chipak gaya hoga.

“Yeh mat poochna ki mood hai ya nahi. Mood to jhagde mein hi toot chuka. Ab pyaar bacha hai, usko haath laga.”

Jeans ke saath panty bhi utri, ek hi jhatke mein nahi, do ruken ke saath. Uski chut par baal ghaney nahi the, geela pan pehle se dikh raha tha. Meri jeans aur underwear neeche gaye jab usne kalaai pakad kar khincha. Mera lund uski pet ke niche chhua, garam, lekin andar nahi gaya.

Side table ke drawer se nirodh nikala. Packet ka corner daant se phata. Usne sir hilaya, ek chhota haan, aur packet ko mere hatheli par daba diya. Rubber sarakte waqt dono chup rahe. Yeh hisaab ka mausam nahi tha, sirf savdhani ka.

Hoth uski gardan par phir gaye, phir chhati par. Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uski body ki garmi mill ke baad ke thake hue kandhon ko bhi naram kar rahi thi. Do ungliyan uski chut par rakh kar gol ghumayin, dheere, kyunki uski kamar uth kar khud milne aayi.

“Devansh.” Naam kaat kar nahi, poora bola. “Andar. Ab.”

Nirodh ke saath lund uski chut mein dhire utra. Geela pan itna tha ki dard ki jagah bhari hui saans aayi. Uski aankhen band thin, phir khulin, aur meri taraf atak gayin. Pehla dhakka chhota tha. Doosra uski heel ne kamar par mar kar maanga.

Garmi ne kamra chhota kar diya. Paseena uski gardan par laga, jaise Hindustan ki June hamesha chhat ke neeche bhi ghus jaati hai. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, pankha unhe kaat nahi pa raha tha.

Tanvi ne meri gardan apne dono hatheliyon se pakdi. “Dekh ke chodo. Exhibition mein bhi tum nahi the. Ab kam se kam yahan raho.” Har jumla dhakke ke saath nahi toota. Beech mein ruka, jaise brush uthate waqt sochte ho.

Uski chut ne pakad kar rakha. Meri ungliyon uske baal mein ghusin, ghunche hue nahi, bas maathe se hatane ke liye. Hoth uske hothon par phir se pade, is baar daant bhi lage, halki si. Woh hans nahi payi, sirf gale se awaaz nikali.

Palatne ka ishara uske kandhon se aaya. Mattress ke kinare par khud upar aa gayi, nirodh ke saath lund ko haath se pakad kar phir se andar liya. Uski thighs meri kalaaiyon ke bahar kasi thin. Yeh list nahi thi, sirf itna ki woh bhi chalana chahti thi, pyaar ko neeche se nahi, saamne se.

“Yahan meri marzi bhi hai,” saans toot kar bola, aur kamar gol ghumayi. Meri mutthi uski kamar par rahi, dabaye rakha nahi, saath diya. Uska haath mere seene par tha, jahan mill ki thakan ab bhi dhadak rahi thi.

Naam phir aaya, is baar dheema. Lund gehra gaya jab usne khud ko neeche mara. Uski chut ki geeli awaaz pankhe ki kat-kat mein mil gayi. Koi film wala shor nahi, sirf ghar, sirf do log, sirf woh rishta jo dopahar ko tootne wala tha.

Ungli uski chut ke upar wale naram hisse par rakh kar malish ki, uske hi taalu ke hisaab se. Tanvi ki kamar jhatki, naak se saans nikli. “Wahi… ruko mat.” Rukna nahi hua. Gol, phir seedha, jab tak uski thighs kaanp kar meri kalaai ko nahi daba gayin.

Woh jhuki, maathe ko mere maathe se laga kar. Uski aankhen geeli ab thin, gusse se nahi. Andar uski chut ne baar baar kasa. Mera lund us tightness mein atak sa gaya, nirodh ke saath bhi garmi saaf thi.

“Main gir rahi hoon,” usne kaha, aur girna shabd ka nahi, jism ka tha. Uski ungliyan meri shirt ke peeche, jo ab bhi ek baanh par atki thi, kheench gayin. Thoda sa daant mere kandhe par laga, phir chhoda.

Uske baad meri bhi saans bigadi. Dhakke chhote ho gaye, tez nahi, bhari. Nirodh ke andar garmi ikatthi hui, aur uski chut ke kasav ne nikalne ka rasta de diya. Nikalte waqt lund uske andar hi jhatka, phir bahar aaya, rubber ab bhi chadha hua.

Donon ek doosre par gir nahi pade. Tanvi meri chhati par garam saans chhod kar leti rahi. Paseena saaf kiya uske maathe se, apni kalaai se. Koi badi baat nahi hui muh se. Sirf itna ki uska haath mere baal mein raha, jaise ab bhi dekhna baaki ho.

Nirodh utar kar tissue mein bandha, kude ke dibbe mein. Mattress par chaddar ulati hi rahi. Uski body ki garmi ab bhi meri bagal mein thi. Bra wapas nahi pehna usne turant. Kurta godon par pada raha, jaise faisla kapdon se pehle dil ne le liya ho.

“Exhibition kal bhi photo mein hai,” awaaz meri taraf se aayi, dheemi. “Main maanga hua time nahi, diya hua time launga.”

Tanvi ne meri patti hui shirt ke kinare ko ungli se masala. “Lovers ko yeh jumla roz nahi chahiye. Bas jab tootne lage, tab sach ho. Aaj sach laga.”

Chuppi lambi nahi khinchi. Pankha wahi kat-kat karta raha. Bahar kisi ne cycle ki ghanti bajayi, door se. Hum akele the, darwaza band, lekin tala ab bhi nahi pada tha. Wahi edi wali bandish kaafi thi.

Class se pehle meri ghadi

Saat baje art class thi, colony ke school ke peeche wale hall mein. Yeh kaam uska apna tha, mill se juda nahi, mere overtime se bhi nahi. Kurta pehna, jeans, chappal. Bra ke hook peeche se khud lagaye, bina madad maange.

Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki pyaar ko shift se tolna uske canvas ko mitane jaisa tha. Yeh khayal bhashan nahi bana. Sirf itna ki kal colour lot se pehle gate se nikalna hai.

Analog ghadi mez par padi thi, meri, kalaai khali. Tanvi ne uthayi, apni kalaai par kas di, do ched peeche, kyunki uski kalaai patli hai. Koi note nahi chhoda. Koi waada nahi dohraya.

Darwaza is baar zor se nahi laga. Seedhi utarti rahi, ghadi ki ticking meri khaali kalaai par nahi, uski kalaai par chali gayi.

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