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Kavya ne nikalte hue darwaze par rukaya aur chudai maang li

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Kavya darwaze ke paas ek taang par jhuk ke apni right chappal ka phatta kheench rahi thi. Yellow kurta uski thighs par sitak gaya tha, white churidar ki silwat rehearsal se bigdi padi thi, aur uske baal abhi gile the.

Sofa ke kinare se uthte hue maine grey t-shirt pet par khinchi. Jeans ki belt haath mein thi. Alumni skit ke dialogues yaad ho chuke the. Bahana ab kaam ka nahi raha. Nikalne ka time aa gaya tha.

“Aditya.”

Phatta uski ungliyon se chhoot gaya. “Ruk.”

“Teri maa Salt Lake mein wait karegi. Tu late ho jayegi.”

Kavya seedhi ho gayi. Uski aankhen meri taraf atki. Bindi abhi seedhi thi. “Main jhooth bol rahi thi. Skit ke liye tujhe nahi bulaya. Main tujhe is kamre mein chahati thi, aaj, inhi kapdon ke saath.”

Belt meri hatheli par adhuri reh gayi. Kolkata ki shaam Bharat ke is bheeghe shehar mein pehle se bhari thi, aur uski awaaz ne us hawa ko aur kas diya.

“Kavya, yeh dost wala naach mat kar. Agar tu yeh keh rahi hai to seedha keh.”

“Seedha keh rahi hoon. Mujhe abhi chudai chahiye. Maa wait karegi, lekin main abhi nahi jaungi. Tu bhi mat ja.”

Darwaza aadha khula tha. Usne use band kiya. Chain nahi lagi, sirf kundi. “Agar tujhe nahi chahiye to bol de. Main yeh chappal pehen ke nikal jaungi.”

Uska haath meri taraf aaya. Maine pakad liya. “Chahiye. Bahut din se. Mazak mat bana.”

Meri ungliyon ko usne apni hatheli par dabaya. “Mazak nahi. Haan. Abhi.”

Rehearsal ka last page table par pada tha, pencil se mark. Kavya ne uski taraf dekha aur muskurahat nahi di. “Woh page kal padh lena. Aaj nahi.”

Munh se nikal gayi baat

Muh pehle mila, tez, jaise dono ko darr tha ki kundi phir khul jaayegi. Kavya ne meri lower lip ko daant se dabaaya aur chhod diya. Grey t-shirt ka hem uski mutthi mein aa gaya. Hum sofa tak peeche hat te rahe. Meri taang table ke kone se takrai, dard hua, magar koi nahi ruka.

Yellow kurta ka zip peeth par tha. Kavya haath peeche le gayi aur zip neeche kheench di. Kurta uske kandhon se fislaya. Neeche white bra thi, patli strips, thodi si dant. Gardan par muh rakh ke maine collarbone tak chuma. Uski saans mere baalon par giri.

“Yahan mat chhod,” usne kaha. “Neeche le chal. Mattress par.”

Ek hi kamra tha. Mattress khidki ke paas bichha hua tha, curtain thoda khula, neeche gali ki roshni. Kavya ne bra ka hook khud khola, strips ko bahon se nikaala. Uski chuchiyaan garam thi, gehre brown. Ek ko muh mein liya, doosri ko anguthe se dabaaya. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaanp uthi.

Jeans ki belt ab khul gayi. Kavya ne zip neeche ki aur mera lund kapdon ke upar se pakda. Mutthi tight thi. “Itne din chhupaya kyun?”

“Tu dost kehti thi. Main nikal jaata tha.”

“Aaj mat nikal.”

Churidar uski thighs se utra, takhne par atka, phir poora. White panty geeli thi beech se. Side se kheench di. Uski chut par ungli rakhi to garam ras mila. Kavya ne meri kalai pakad ke ungli andar dhakeli, pehle ek, phir ishara kiya. Do ungliyan andar gayi, dheere, phir tez. Uski aankhen band thi, munh khula.

“Choos,” usne kaha, aur meri gardan daba ke neeche kiya.

Zubaan uski chut par rakhte hi namak aur sabun ki smell aayi, neem ka sabun jo bathroom mein rakha hota hai. Clit ko chusaa, do ungliyan andar liye hue. Kavya ki taangein mere kandhon par charh gayi. Uski awaaz dabi hui thi, pados ke liye. Bharat ke is colony flat mein deewarein patli hoti hain, yeh baat dono jaante the.

Paani ki bottle mez se lughak ke farsh par ghumi. Dono ne dekha, hans diye, phir nahi uthaye. Kavya ke naakhun meri gardan ke peeche lage. “Bas, khada ho. Ab lund de.”

Beech mein jo hua

Mattress par Kavya pet ke bal nahi leti. Woh kamar ke bal leti, taangein khol ke. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga. Andar jaate waqt uski saans ruk si gayi, phir lambi saans bahar aayi. Uski chut kas ke pakad rahi thi. Thoda ruk ke phir poora ghusaaya.

“Haan… aise.”

Pehle dhakke chhote the. Kavya ne apna ek haath mere kandhe par rakha, doosra apni chuchi par. Har dhakke par uski thighs meri kamar se patakti. Sofa peeche reh gaya, chappal darwaze par adhoori. Yeh sab nazar ke kone mein tha, beech mein sirf jism.

“Tez kar. Mujhe abhi chod.”

Tez kiya. Palang nahi tha, sirf mattress, is liye kamar mein mehnat padti. Kavya ne taangein meri kamar par lapet li. Mera lund gehra jaata, nikalta, phir gehra. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, tez. Uske baal mutthi mein liye, magar kheencha nahi, sirf pakde.

Kavya upar aa gayi. “Ab main.”

Woh meri chhati par baithi, mera lund haath se pakad ke apni chut par rakha, dheere baithi. Uski aankhen khuli thi is baar. Yellow kurta ab farsh par pada tha, bra bhi. Nangi Kavya ki kamar ghoomti, pehle gol, phir seedhe upar neeche. Meri ungliyon uski thighs par khaddi thi.

“Dekh mujhe.”

Dekh raha tha. Uski bindi ab tedhi thi. Yeh chhoti si tedhi bindi dost wali Kavya ko tod rahi thi. Uski chuchi muh mein aa gayi jab woh jhukti. Uska haath mere baalon mein tha. Mattress deewar ki taraf khisakne laga. Dono ne has ke use wapas kheencha, phir wahi rhythm pakad liya.

Thak kar woh meri taraf jhuki. “Wapas tu. Peeche se nahi. Samne se. Muh dekh ke.”

Palat ke maine uski taangein kandhon par rakhi. Lund andar gaya, is baar aur gehra. Kavya ne muh dabaya, phir chhoda. “Awaaz aa rahi hogi.”

“To dheere.”

Dheere nahi hua. Dono ki saansein mil ke bhaari ho gayi. Uski chut baar baar kasti. Angutha uski clit par rakha. Kavya ki ungliyan meri peeth par khaddi ho gayi. Woh sex dheere shuru hua magar raha nahi dheere. Maine Kavya ko mattress par choda, samne se, uski aankhen dekhte hue, jab tak uski saans toot ke ek dabi siskari ban gayi.

Uski taangein kaanp uthi, chut kasti gayi, aur woh meri gardan mein muh ghusake nikal gayi. Geela ras meri jaangh tak bahne laga. Rukne ka mann nahi tha. Dhakke chhote ho gaye, magar ruke nahi. Kavya ne kaan ke paas kaha, “Andar… nahi ruk. Bahar nahi. Andar de. Aaj andar.”

Yeh sun ke dhakke aur short ho gaye. Kavya ne meri kamar pakad li. Mera lund uski chut ke andar hi kaanpa, phir pani chhoot gaya. Uski taangein kas ke rakhi rahi jab tak main khaali nahi ho gaya. Phir dono still pade rahe, paseena chhati par.

Uski saans mere kaan par thi. “Maa ko message… nahi. Phone mat nikaal. Do minute.”

Do minute se zyada hue. Paseena saaf kiya ungli ke kone se, uski maath se. Kavya ne meri chhati se sar uthaya. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thi, saaf thi. “Ab uth. Main late hoon.”

Gate par last pal

Sink par usne muh dhoya, chuchi ke aas paas paseena ponchha, churidar pehna, yellow kurta wapas daala. Zip peeche se nahi pohncha to maine laga diya, dost wale haath se nahi, dheere. Panty geeli thi magar usne wahi pehni, time nahi tha. Chappal ka phatta ab bandh gaya.

Grey t-shirt wapas pehni, jeans, belt. Kundi khuli. Dono seedhiyon se neeche utre, bina lambi baat kiye. Colony ke gate par hawa mein imli patte hil rahe the. Niche Hindustan ki is gili shaam mein auto ki peeli batti wait kar rahi thi, driver radio par Bangla gaana lagaaye hue.

Gate par Kavya ruki. Pehle woh dost ki tarah ek kadam door ho jaati. Is baar auto ke sheet par baithte hue uski taang meri jeans se satti rahi, jaan boojh kar, jab tak driver ne gear nahi chadhaaya. Phir auto nikal gaya Salt Lake ki taraf.

Main ulti gali se apne ghar ghum gaya, gale par uski daant ki halki nishani liye.

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