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Pakistan wali Mehreen ne hall mein mujhse sex kiya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Mehreen table ke kone se syahi ka dhakkan band kar rahi thi, aur maine uske kalam ke neeche wahi misra dekha jo abhi stage par seedhi Hindi mein padha gaya tha. Kalam ki syahi abhi geeli thi. Misre ka last lafz Urdu ke dhang se tika hua tha, jaise koi ghar ki zuban chhupake rakhi ho.

“Yeh misra tumne Urdu ke andaaz mein kyun likha?” maine seedha poocha. “Stage par toh tumne kaha tha ki tum Amritsar ki hi ho.”

Usne kalam rakha. Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin, gusse mein nahi, jaise koi darwaza khula mil gaya ho.

“Lehja chhupa nahi karta, Sameer,” usne kaha. “Main Pakistan se hoon. Yahan Amritsar, India mein rehti hoon, apne kaam se. Stage par logo ko aasan Hindi chahiye thi, isliye maine waisa padha.”

Maine chairs ki ek row ko deewar se sata diya. Hall ab khaali tha. Bahar Punjab ki shaam dhal rahi thi, aur is chhote shehar mein, jo India ke border ke paas basata hai, literary night ke baad log jaldi nikal jaate the.

“Toh pehle kyun nahi kaha?”

“Kyunki log sawal ke baad meri zuban ko paraya samajhne lagte hain,” Mehreen boli. “Tumne abhi jo poocha, woh kaam ka sawal nahi tha. Woh meri baat thi.”

Uske honth par gehra lipstick tha. Dupatta chair par pada tha. Cream kameez ki silai uski kamar par tight thi. Main uske itna kareeb khada tha ki uski attar aa rahi thi.

“Tumhara kaam yahan alag hai, mera alag,” maine kaha. “Yeh folding hamara farz tha, yeh sawal nahi.”

Woh hans di. “Phir bhi tumne pooch liya.”

Usne apna ek haath table par rakha. Meri nazar uski ungliyon par gayi, jin par syahi ke halke daag the.

“Sameer,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “tum mujhe dekh rahe ho jaise misra dekh rahe the.”

Maine muh nahi modha. “Kyunki dono jagah ek hi baat chhupi hai.”

Usne kadam aage badhaya. “Toh chhupi baat nikalni hai?”

Mehreen ke lehje ka sawal

Uski awaaz ab stage wali nahi thi. Woh ghar jaisi thi, garam aur saaf. Maine uski kameez ki silai par ungli rakhi, phir hata li, kyunki sawal ab bhi beech mein khada tha.

“Tum yahan kyun ruki?” maine poocha. “Yeh hall band hone wala hai.”

“Kyunki tum ruk gaye,” Mehreen boli. “Aur kyunki main bhi nahi jaana chahti. Sameer, main yeh chahti hoon. Abhi yahin.”

“Main bhi,” maine kaha, aur uske honth pakad liye.

Pehla chuma tez tha. Lipstick meri zuban par faili. Usne meri kurta ki button ke peeche haath ghusaya, seene par ungli pheri, phir meri gardan par honth rakh diye. Main uski kamar pakad kar table se sata diya. Kalam gir gaya, syahi nahi chhalaki.

Uski chuchiyan kameez ke kapde se ubhar rahi thin. Maine pehli button kholi, doosri bhi. Uski bra cream jaisi thi, hook peeche se khula. Jab kapda gira, uski nipples tight thi, aur maine ek ko munh mein le liya. Woh mere baal pakad kar khichi, lambi saans li, aur meri kamar se pajama ki nada dheeli ki.

“Yahan mat sochna logon ki,” usne kaha, saans toot kar. “Harjeet langar ke baad aayega. Abhi time hai.”

Yahi ek baat pehle se pata thi, isliye darwaza pehle se andar se kundi laga hua tha. Maine uski salwar ki nada kholi. Kapda uski thighs par atka, phir gir gaya. Uski chut par patla kapda geela tha. Maine usko side se hata kar ungli pheri. Woh meri ungliyon par dabanewali thi, nahi, khulnewali.

Mera lund pajama ke andar kara tha. Usne haath andar daal kar pakda, dheere upar neeche kiya, phir mujhe kameez ke saath khada chhod kar baith gayi. Grey kurta meri peeth par latka. Usne mera lund munh mein liya, honth ghumaye, zuban se neeche tak chatna shuru kiya. Maine table ka kinara pakad liya taaki awaaz na nikalun.

Uski aankhen upar uthin. Gehra lipstick ab mere lund par faila hua tha. Thodi der baad usne munh chhoda, thook se geela kiya, aur kaha, “Andar chahiye. Jaldi nahi, lekin chhodo mat.”

Kapdon ke neeche marzi

Maine usko uthaya. Uski thighs meri kamar par lapetin. Table thodi hilne lagi, isliye hum dono ne neeche bichhe hue sitting mattress par shift kiya, wahi jo mushaire ke mehmanon ke liye tha. Dupatta ab pairon ke paas pada tha. Kameez uske kandhon se latakti rahi, poori nahi utri.

Uski chut garam thi. Maine lund ka sir uske ched par rakha, rub kiya, phir dheere andar diya. Woh meri peeth par nakhun ghasitne lagi, lekin dhakka nahi diya. Pehla dhakka lamba tha. Doosra tez. Uski chut ne pakad liya jaise misra ne kalam pakda tha.

“Aur do,” usne kaha. Maine diya. Mattress ki dhun hall ki khali deewaron se takrai. Bahar rickshaw ki awaaz door se aayi, phir nikal gayi. Hum akele the, aur yeh baat hi kaafi thi.

Uski chuchiyan mere seene se ragad kha rahi thin. Maine ek ko daba kar chusa, dusri ko ungliyon se masla. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein uthi, giri, phir uthi. Jab maine tez choda, uski saans meri gardan par tootne lagi. “Wahin, wahin,” usne kaha, aur yeh koi shayari nahi thi.

Thodi der baad usne mujhe palat diya. Woh upar aa gayi, kameez abhi bhi ek kandhe par atki, baal chehre par chipke. Usne mera lund khud ke andar liya, dheere baithi, phir apni thighs se daba kar hilne lagi. Meri nazar uski geeli chut par thi, jahan mera lund baar baar gayab hota. Usne apna haath wahan rakh kar apni chut ki chutki masli, aur meri nazar ko pakde rakha.

“Dekhte raho,” usne kaha. Maine dekha. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Lehja ab bilkul ghar wala tha, har saans mein. Jab uski chut ne zor se pakda, uska badan kanpa, aur usne meri seene par haath rakh kar rukne ko kaha nahi, tez karne ko kaha.

Maine kamar uthai, neeche se choda. Uski awaaz dabi rahi, daant honth par. Panje mattress ke kapde mein ghus gaye. Ek pal ke liye uski attar aur meri paseene ki smell mil gayi, hall ke purane wood polish ke upar. Yeh sochne ki jagah nahi thi, lekin soch aa hi gayi: yeh folding khatam hone ke baad bhi yeh misra table par geela padha hai.

Usne neeche jhuk kar mujhe chuma, lipstick ab kam thi, zuban zyada. Maine uski gaand par hatheli rakhi, andar tak dhakka diya. Uski chut geeli ho kar awaaz de rahi thi. Woh mera lund par baith kar gol ghumi, phir seedha. Jab uska jism kasne laga, usne mere baal pakad liye aur meri muh ke paas apni chuchi rakh di. Maine chusa, usne kampate hue pani chhoda, chut ki diwalon se mera lund masla, aur meri kamar ko apni thighs se jaise band kar diya.

Uske baad woh meri upar se utri nahi. Dheere hilti rahi, jaise baqi garmi nikalni ho. Maine palat kar usko mattress par litaya, taangein kholin, aur tez choda. Uski salwar pair ke paas uljhi padi thi. Cream kameez pet tak chadh gayi. Maine uski chut ke upar wale hisse par ungli rakhi, gol ghumayi, aur uski awaaz phir uthne lagi.

“Nikal ke mat jaana abhi,” usne kaha. Maine nahi nikala. Dhakke lambe ho gaye, phir chhote. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin rone wali nahi. Jab meri saans tez hui, usne meri kamar pakad kar apne se chipka liya. Maine lund bahar nikaal kar uske pet par pani chhoda, garam dhaar, uski nabhi ke paas. Usne ungli pher kar dekha, phir hans di, wohi halki hansi jo sawal ke baad aayi thi.

Hum dono kuch der lette rahe. Paseena saaf karne ke liye usne apna dupatta nahi use kiya, meri kurta ki astin se ponchha. Yeh chhoti harkat itni ghar jaisi thi ki mujhe hasi aa gayi. Uski chut ab bhi dhimmi garmi de rahi thi, jaise band na hui ho. Maine uski thighs par haath rakha, hataaya nahi, bas wahi chhod diya.

“Misra ab nahi chhupa,” maine kaha.

“Tumhara bhi nahi,” usne jawab diya, aur meri gardan par lipstick ka naya daag laga diya, jaan boojh kar.

Cycle ki batti palat

Hall ab bhi wahi tha, lekin table par geela misra ab kaam ka kaagaz nahi lag raha tha. Uski attar wood polish mein mil kar baithi thi. Maine socha tha folding ke baad usko auto stand tak chhodunga, phir mama ke kirane par shaam ki madad ke liye nikal jaunga. Yeh soch ab bhi dimag ke kone mein thi, lekin jism nahi maanna chahta tha.

Tab bahar cycle ki ghanti bajayi kisi ne, do baar, wahi dhang se jaise Harjeet roz langar ke baad hall ke peeche aata hai. Roshni khidki ke neeche se kati. Mehreen uth kar kameez ki button lagane lagi, salwar khinchi, dupatta kandhe par dala. Maine pajama ki nada kas ti nahi, kasti, kurta pehna, kundi ki taraf nahi gaya. Ulta peeche wali khidki ke kunday ko pakad kar aisa dikhaya jaise latch check kar raha hoon, taaki jo bahar se jhaanke usko kaam dikhe, na ki mattress.

Khidki ke sheeshe mein meri collar dikhi. Uski lipstick wahan saaf thi, gehra daag, bilkul uske honth jaisa. Mama ka shop gali ke us paar tha. Collar aise nahi le jaaya ja sakta tha, sawal uthte. Maine collar andar fold kiya, Mehreen ki taraf dekha, aur auto stand wala rasta chhod diya.

Woh apna kalam uthane lagi. Main side wali gali se nikalne laga, shop ki opposite taraf, taaki koi lipstick na dekhe aur koi yeh na poochhe ki folding itni der kyun lagi. Harjeet ki cycle ki batti ab aangan mein ghum rahi thi. Maine kundi kholi, Mehreen ke peeche se nikal kar andheri gali pakad li, aur mama wali light ki taraf peeth kar di.

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