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Maine Diya ke saath mitti studio mein sex kiya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Doosri thaali mein Diya ne geeli mitti dali aur meri taraf badhayi. Jaipur ke purane cultural centre ke peeche wale chhote studio mein hum dono akele kaam kar rahe the. Ceiling fan dheere ghum raha tha, aur khidki se shaam ki dhool aa rahi thi.

Maine bartan pakda. Uski ungliyan meri kalaai par ruki rahi, mitti par nahi gayi. Pichhle hafte bhi aisa hua tha, lekin us din do aur students the. Aaj unki jagah khali benches thi.

Humne aaj ke barah chhote matke taiyar karne the. Yeh koi naukri nahi thi. Mahine ka class fee dono ne pehle hi jama kar diya tha, isliye darwaza khula rakhna sirf zimmedari thi.

Jaipur, India ke is garm sheher mein cultural centre ke peeche yeh studio aksar shaam ko khula rehta tha. Hum dono yahan hafton se mitti seekh rahe the, lekin aaj pehli baar koi aur nahi aaya.

Diya ke cotton kurta par chheente pad chuke the. Uske baal rubber band se bandhe the. Shirt ki sleeves upar karke main goondh raha tha, lekin dhyan bartan par nahi tik raha tha.

Usne kaha tha ki pani kam dalna, warna matke fat jaayenge. Phir bhi jug se tez pani gir raha tha, aur nazar meri taraf thi.

Bartan table par rakh diya.

“Tum mitti nahi dekh rahi. Meri kalaai pakde ho. Kyun?”

Diya ki aankhen meri taraf uthin. Pani ka jug bhi rakh diya gaya.

“Kyunki mujhe yeh matke nahi, tum chahiye,” usne kaha. “Agar nahi chahiye to keh do. Main yahin kaam karti rahungi.”

Uska haath nahi chhuta. “Chahiye. Abhi.”

Ek chhota nod hua. Phir woh mere kareeb aa gayi. Honth milaye. Mitti lage haath uski kamar par chale. Uski kamar garam thi. Kurta geela tha.

Usne meri kalaai pakdi

Pehla kiss halka nahi tha. Diya ne neeche se meri lower lip dabaayi, phir chhod di. Mera haath uski peeth par gaya, jahan kurta ki cotton gili ho chuki thi. Table ki kinare mitti ki thaali kaamp gayi, lekin giri nahi.

“Yahan?” maine poocha, saans ke beech.

“Yahan,” usne kaha, aur meri shirt ka pehla button khol diya. “Main rukna nahi chahti.”

Doosra button uski mitti bhari ungliyon se fiska. Meri shirt khuli to uski hathon ki thandak mere seene par padi. Diya ne muh lagaya, phir uth kar meri nazar pakdi. Uske honth geele the. Main uska kurta upar ki taraf kheenchne laga, aur usne haath upar kiye taaki kapda nikal sake.

Kurta bench par giri. Neeche cream colour ka bra tha, pattiyan kandhon par dhal rahi thin. Uske kandhon par mitti ke do nishan the, jaise maine abhi dabaya ho. Main un nishanon ko ungli se follow kiya. Diya hans di, chhoti si awaaz mein, phir meri jeans ki belt pakad li.

Belt ki dhaat ki khanak studio ki khamoshi mein badi lagi. Main ne jeans kholi, lekin poori nahi utari. Diya ka haath andar gaya aur mere lund ko kapde ke upar se pakda. Dabaav seedha tha, koi khel nahi. Meri saans ruk kar phir chali.

Uske churidar ki naada maine kholi. Kapda uski thighs par atak gaya. Diya ne khud ek taang uthayi, phir doosri, aur churidar pairon ke paas gir gaya. Panty geeli dikh rahi thi. Maine uski chut par haath rakha, kapde ke upar se. Garmi saaf thi.

“Andar,” usne kaha, meri kaan ke paas. “Dheere, lekin ruko mat.”

Panty ko ek taraf sarka kar meri ungli uski chut mein gayi. Geeli thi, tight thi, aur Diya ki kamar meri taraf jhuk gayi. Do ungliyan, phir rukna, phir dubara. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muh khula tha. Main uske clit par anguthe se gola bana raha tha jab tak uski ungliyan meri baahon par kas nahi gayin.

Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uske boobs haath mein bhar gaye, naram, garam, nipples tight. Maine muh lagaya. Diya ne mere baal pakde, na kheenchne ke liye, sirf rakhne ke liye. Table ki kinare uski kamar tik gayi. Main jhuk kar uski chut ke kareeb gaya aur jeebh se chatta. Eik lambi saans uske gale se nikli.

“Arnav.” Mera naam usne aise kaha jaise ginti toot gayi ho. “Ab lund.”

Main khada hua. Jeans aur underwear taangon ke mid tak khiske. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche laga. Diya ne khud guide kiya, kopal se sarka kar apni chut ke muh par rakha. Pehla dhakka halke se hua. Phir doosra. Uski chut ne pakda, chhoda, phir dubara pakda.

Andar tak pahunchte hi dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main ruka, uski aankhen dekhi. Usne meri gardan kheench kar honth milaye. Tab hi maine chalna shuru kiya. Pehle short, phir lambe. Table peeche sarak rahi thi, isliye maine uski ek taang uthayi aur apni kamar se uski kamar milayi.

Mitti ke chheente ab uski pet par bhi the. Meri shirt uske boobs se ragad kha rahi thi. Har dhakke par Diya ki awaaz chhoti reh gayi, jaise woh khud ko naap rahi ho. Main tez nahi hua. Uski chut itni geeli thi ki awaaz aa rahi thi, sticky, saaf.

“Aur pakdo,” usne kaha. Maine uski thighs kas kar pakdi. Uski left taang meri kamar ke peeche lock ho gayi. Is angle par lund gehra gaya. Diya ke naakhun meri peeth par lage, shirt ke kapde ke through.

Bharat ke purane bazaar se lagta yeh centre roz tourists dekhta hai, lekin andar wale studio tak kam log aate hain. Woh soch mere dimag se nikal kar sirf uski saans par aa gayi. Main uske gale par muh rakh kar choda, dheere, phir ek tez dhakka de kar ruka, kyunki uski chut ne kas diya.

“Mat nikalna,” usne kaha. “Yahi.”

Hum table ke against the, kapde adhkhule, jab pehli baar itna gehra milna hua. Main uski chut se poora bahar nahi aaya, bas thoda khiska aur wapas ghusa. Diya ke boobs mere seene se chipak rahe the. Uski aankhen ab khuli thin, meri taraf, bina sharm ke.

Bahar cycle ki dastak

Phir bahar iron shutter par dhakka laga. Cycle rickshaw ki ghanti nahi, seedha dhakkan ki khadkhadahat. Koi chillaya, chai ki dukaan ke liye, galat side. Awaaz kareeb thi. Hum dono ruk gaye. Mera lund abhi bhi uski chut mein tha. Diya ki ungliyan meri peeth par jaami rahi.

Shutter ke neeche se ek patti roshni aa rahi thi. Agar koi jhuk kar dekhe to table dikh sakti thi. Diya ne meri taraf dekha, phir drying racks ki taraf, jahan geele matke kapde se dhake the.

“Wahan chalo,” usne kaha, meri kaan ke paas, awaaz dabakar. “Yahan nahi. Mujhe wahan chahiye.”

Yeh wahi kaam wapas shuru karne wala faisla nahi tha. Table chhodni thi. Main nikal aaya, geela, tight. Diya ne panty poori utaar di, churidar pairon ke paas hi chhod diya, aur racks ke peeche chali gayi. Main jeans ko mid thigh par hi khiska kar uske peeche gaya. Shutter bahar phir ek baar kaampa, phir cycle ki chain ki awaaz door chali gayi.

Racks ke peeche zameen par mitti ka bora tha, aadha khali. Diya us par baithi, taangein kholi, aur mujhe haath se kheencha. Main uske saamne ghutnon ke bal gaya. Usne mera lund pakad kar apni chut par phera, clit par, phir neeche. Is baar usne khud ko neeche kiya aur mujhe andar le liya.

Naya angle tha. Woh upar se control kar rahi thi. Meri kamar uski thighs ke beech thi. Har baar jab Diya neeche aati, uski chut poori le leti. Main uske boobs munh mein le kar chusne laga. Uski kamar meri hatheliyon mein thi, geeli mitti ke saath.

“Tez karo,” usne kaha, lekin khud hi tez hui. Main neeche se dhakke de raha tha, woh upar se mil rahi thi. Racks ke kapde hil rahe the. Ek adhura matka kinare se sarak kar doosre se takraya, halki takkar. Koi nahi aaya.

Diya ki awaaz ab dabi nahi rahi. Short, khuli. Maine uski clit par angutha rakha jab woh upar neeche ho rahi thi. Uski chut ne mera lund ko baar baar kasa. Meri saans uske baal mein phans rahi thi. Rubber band khisak chuka tha. Uske baal mere muh par aa gaye.

“Main aa rahi hoon.” Yeh line usne daant ke beech se kahi. Main ruk nahi paya, na usne rukne diya. Uski thighs meri kamar par kas gayin, poora vajan neeche. Uski chut spasms mein bandhi, geeli, tight, aur uski aankhen meri taraf khuli rahi jab tak hilna kam nahi hua.

Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Diya ne meri gardan par sar rakh diya, lambi saans li, phir kamar ghuma kar dubara chalna shuru kiya, ab dheeme. “Tum bhi. Andar. Agar nikalna ho to ab kaho.”

Maine nahi kaha. Uski chut itni geeli thi ki har dhakka chhalkata. Main uski peeth pakad kar neeche se choda, chhote tez dhakke, jab tak pet mein vo khichav na aa jaye. Diya ne mujhe aur andar kheencha. Main uski chut mein cum kar diya, lamba, garam, uske against. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein rahi, na kheenchti, na chhodti.

Kuch pal hum aise hi rahe. Mera lund dheere naram hota uske andar tha. Bahar shutter ab shaant tha. Fan waisi hi awaaz de raha tha. Diya ne meri shirt ke khule pane par apna gaal rakha.

Ant mein ek chunav

Main nikal aaya. Cum uski thighs par behne laga. Diya ne kapda nahi liya. Woh bori par hi baithi rahi, taangein meri taraf khuli, saans sambhalti. Maine jeans upar nahi khinchi. Ghutne mitti par the.

Table par saat hi matke the, adhure, pani se chamakte. Jug wahi pada tha. Diya ne us taraf dekha, phir meri taraf.

Hath se ek geela lukma uthaya, us palthe ko flatten kiya, aur mera haath uske upar rakh diya.

“Aaj ke matke yahin chhod. Main kapde nahi pehenti. Tum bhi mat pehno.”

Yeh agle hafte ka waada nahi tha. Sirf abhi ka. Maine lukma wapas bori par rakh diya. Diya mere lap mein khisak aayi, nangi kamar meri nangi kamar se satti, aur shutter ki patti ki taraf peeth ki. Main uske kandhon par baahen daal kar baitha raha, andar ke studio ki mitti aur uski geeli thighs ke beech, bina uthhe.

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