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Sali Bhavna ne mandali se pehle sofe par mujhe choda

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“Tum abhi bhi us raat ko galti ke naam se yaad karte ho?” Bhavna ne cushion itni tez fenka ki woh mere ghutne se takraya.

Drawing room ke beech ruka main. Udaipur ke is purane makan ka pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Aaj shaam colony ki bhajan mandali yahin baithne wali thi. Meri biwi Divya ki chhoti bahan, meri sali Bhavna, peele kurte aur churidar mein mere saamne khadi thi. Divya khud Bharat ke dusre kone mein mausi ke function par atak gayi thi, aur usne Bhavna ko meri madad ke liye bhej diya tha.

Pichhli Holi par hum dono isi sofe ke kone mein the. Hasi ke beech meri ungli uski kalaai par ruki thi. Haath usne nahi khincha. Phir mere munh se nikal gaya, yeh galti nahi honi chahiye. Uske baad se uski aankhen mujhe dekh kar palat jaati hain.

Milna bhi hisaab jaisa ho gaya tha. Woh meri sali hai, Divya ki apni bahan, aur us hisaab ko todna main nahi chahta tha. Magar aaj mandali ke intezaar ne humein is ek kamre mein rok diya.

Diya ki batti Bhavna ne seedhi ki. “Divya ne kaha tha tumhe akele nahi chhodna. Main wada karke aayi hoon. Bas itna samajh lo.”

“Wada?” sawal munh se nikal gaya. “Tumhare chehre par wada nahi, ilzaam hai.”

Hansi nikal padi uske gale se, lekin woh hansi garam nahi thi. “Ilzaam uska hai jo galti bol kar door ho jaye. Main untees saal ki hoon, Naveen. Bacchi nahi hoon.”

Sofe par jagah banaate hue thandi chai dikhi. Bahar gali se cycle ki ghanti baji, phir khamoshi chha gayi. Mandali der se aani thi. Do cup ke beech steam bhi mar chuki thi.

Phone gajara. Screen par Divya ka naam tha. Bhavna ne pehle meri taraf dekha. Call kaan tak aa gaya.

Divya ki awaaz mein thakan thi. “Naveen, mandali ko rokna mat. Main aaj nahi pahunch paungi. Bhavna se bolo, uska chehra khatta mat rakhna. Holi wali baat suni maine. Tumne galti kaha, usne samjha ki tum use bojh maante ho. Maine usse kaha tha, jija ke saath aise mat baithna jaise koi aib ho. Wada yeh tha ki beizzati nahi hogi. Door rehna nahi tha.”

Woh lafzon ka palat

Call khatam hote hi kamre ki hawa bhari lagi. Bhavna itni kareeb khadi thi ki uski saans meri kalaai par pad rahi thi. Uski aankhen nam thi, lekin gussa kam tha.

“Toh main bojh nahi thi,” awaaz uski dheemi nikli. “Tum sirf darte the.”

Sar hilate hue jawab diya, “Divya ki izzat, tumhari izzat. Lafz galat nikal gaya. Matlab woh nahi tha.”

Apna ek haath Bhavna ne mere shirt ke button par rakha. “Toh ab jo samajh aayi hai, uspe chalo. Agar nahi chahte to kaho. Main khud yahan ruki hoon.”

Uska haath wahin rehne diya. Uski kalaai ke neeche nabs tez daud rahi thi. Kareeb jhuk kar uske honth chhue. Hont usne khol diye, aur pehli choom uske daant tak chali gayi.

Do saanson ka faisla

Zubaan zubaan se mili to peele kurte ki zip mutthi mein aa gayi. Khud kheencha usne, kapda kandhon se utra. Choli mein uski chhatiyan tez saans se uth rahi thi. Hook khule. Nangi chhati munh ke kareeb aa gayi. Nib honth ke beech aaya, aur uske baal meri mutthi mein aa gaye.

Sofe par woh let gayi. Churidar meri mutthi mein fisla. Salwar ke saath panty bhi utri. Uski chut par geela chamak tha, aur uski thighs meri kamar se lipat gayin. Meri ungliyon ne uski geeli fold ko chhua to gale se ek gudgudi si nikal aayi.

“Aur andar,” Bhavna ne kaha, awaaz kanpati hui. Jeans ka button khulte hi mera lund uski hatheli mein tha. Niche se upar sahlaaya, naap liya, phir apni chut ke muh par raga.

Udaipur ki yeh dopahar poore Hindustan ki tarah sukhi thi, magar uske pairon ke beech nami thi. Dheere push hua. Uski chut ne kopal ki tarah khola, phir pura lund andar khinch liya. Ek pal dono ruke, jaise koi bahar se sun sakta ho.

Kamar usne uthayi. Pehle dhakke mein uski saans meri gardan par phooti. Doosre mein uski aankhen band huin. Teesre mein uski ungli meri peeth par khari ho gayi. Galti wala lafz ab bhi kamre mein tha, lekin uska wazan utar chuka tha.

“Itne din yahi socha ki tumne mujhe hata diya,” usne kaan ke paas kaha. “Padhati hoon, apna ghar hai, phir bhi us ek jumle ne kaat diya.”

Jawab mein uski kamar pakdi, lekin zor se nahi. Dheere hi andar gaya, taaki uski geeli diwar meri nass ko pehchaan le. Uski chut ne ghera kiya. Meri jeans ghutnon tak atki rahi, shirt ka ek button ab bhi band tha. Adhura kapda hi yaad dilata raha ki mandali kisi bhi pal aa sakti hai.

Upar se woh baithi. Peela kurta ek bazu par latak raha tha. Choli sofe ke kone par giri. Uski nangi chhatiyan mere honth ke upar aain, aur usne khud ko utha kar giraaya. Har baar mera lund gehra gaya. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi meri taraf.

Halke se kati usne meri kandhi. “Ab door mat jao. Abhi nahi.” Baat permission ki nahi thi, bhookh ki thi. Pakad kar uski kamar apni taraf kheench li. Uski chut ne aur kasaa.

Sofe ka ek pair halka sa chillaaya. Dono ruke. Gali se koi awaaz nahi aayi. Phir usne hans diya, wohi dabi hansi jo Holi par thi. Hont uske mere honth par aa gaye, aur is baar daant bhi the.

Palat kar usko sofe ki putthi par liya. Ek taang uski mere kandhe par chadh gayi. Andar se bahar, bahar se andar, wohi gehra rasta. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, saaf, chhipane layak nahi. Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ke upar wala gudaz dabaya. Uski kamar uchhakti rahi.

“Naveen,” naam kanpa. Zyada kuch maanga nahi. Sirf naam. Tez hua dhakka. Uski thighs meri kamar ko jaise taala de rahi thin. Mera lund uski nami mein khoya raha, nikalta, laut’ta, uski saans ke hisaab se.

Beech mein usne mera chehra pakda. “Woh galti tumhari nahi thi. Hamari khamoshi thi.” Itna keh kar usne kamar ghumayi, aur mera lund uski chut ke bilkul gehre kone tak gaya. Aankh uski bhar aayi, magar rone wali nahi. Bharni wali.

Neeche se uski nami meri jaangh tak behne lagi. Shirt ab bhi aadhi pehni thi, uska ek kalaai mere ghutne ke paas. Kapdon ka yeh adhoora pan hi is kamre ko wahi drawing room rakhta tha, koi alag duniya nahi. Pankha wahi ghoom raha tha. Thande cup wahi the.

Uski awaaz ubli. “Abhi, yahin.” Meri mutthi uske baal mein gayi. Dhakke gine nahi, pehle tez, phir gehre. Uski chut ne baar baar pakda. Mera lund uske andar phoola. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Aakhri dhakke mein uski nakhun meri peeth par lage. Uski chut ne itna kasa ki saans atak gayi. Andar hi gir gaya main, garam, lamba, uski geeli diwar ke peeche. Uski thighs kaampin. Uski aankhen khuli rahi, mujhe dekhti hui, jaise lafz ab doosri tarah se padhna ho.

Upar hi uske honth the. Chum kar usne meri saans li. Mera lund ab bhi uski chut mein tha, dheema, lekin bahar nahi. Paseena uski gardan par chamka. Peele kurte ka kapda pair ke paas pada tha jaise koi mehman apni chappal bhool gaya ho.

Lambi saans usne li, phir meri. Alag hone ki koshish nahi hui. Uski kalaai meri chhati par rahi. Bahar abhi dholak nahi thi. Itna hi sukoon tha, aur itna hi khatra.

“Mandali aayi to main diya jala dungi,” usne kaha, awaaz ab seedhi. “Tum button lagana. Itna kaafi hai.” Gyaan nahi de rahi thi. Hisaab chuka rahi thi, naya hisaab.

Abhi bhi andar the ki gali se pehla dholak ka bol aaya. “Radhe.” Door se, lekin saaf. Uski chut se lund nikalte hi nami sofe ke kapde par geeli dhaar chhod gayi. Kurta usne jaldi daala, choli skip kar di neeche se. Churidar charhate hue uski thighs kaamp rahi thin.

Mandali ke kadam

Jeans khinchi, shirt ka neeche wala button chhut gaya. Cushion ab bhi farsh par tha, wahi jo usne fenka tha. Diya ki batti seedhi thi, jaise koi naatak tayyar ho.

Gate par dholak nazdeek aayi. Bhavna ne baal ek ungli se kiye, magar uske baal khule hi rahe. Darwaza kholte hi colony ki Reena muskurati hui khadi thi, haath mein manjira, peeche teen aur auratein, ek mard dholak liye.

“Aaj chehra lal hai Bhavna, Udaipur ki garmi lagti hai na,” Reena ne kaha, nazar sofe ke giri cushion par bhi gayi. Jawab mein Bhavna ne sirf hans diya, wohi dabi hansi, aur unhe andar ki taraf bula liya.

Mandali baith gayi. Naveen ne cup uthaye, chai garam nahi thi, pani garam karke dhoya. Bhavna manjira le kar sofe ke us kone mein baithi jahan abhi uski nangi kamar thi. Pehli pankti uske gale se tut kar nikli. Pankha tez kiya gaya. Farsh par cushion meri juti ke paas hi pada raha, aur dholak ke pehle bol ke saath drawing room wapas uski purani shakl mein aa gaya, bas uski saans ab bhi meri kalaai par baaki thi.

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