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Trisha ke duet jhoot ke baad cabin mein sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Trisha ke nails meri shirt ke collarbone ke paas dabe, aur secretary ki awaaz corridor mein goonj uthi. “Agle number par Trisha aur Kabir ka duet.” Main usi pal samajh gaya ki aaj ki cultural night sirf ek polite visit nahi thi.

“Tumne unhe kya bol diya?” maine uske kaan ke paas kaha, bheed ke taal se awaaz dabaate hue. Nashik ki is housing society ki stage lights itni tez thi ki Bharat ke kisi bhi chhote shehar ki tarah log hamari taraf dekhne lage.

Usne mera haath pakda aur stage ke peeche rehearsal cabin ki taraf kheench liya. Uske baal bun se nikal kar gale par chipak rahe the. “Paanch minute. Sirf paanch minute, phir wapas jaayenge.”

Cabin mein ek purana sofa tha, cracked mirror, aur tabla ke boxes. Darwaza band hua. Koi lock nahi pada. Corridor ki muffled clapping andar tak aa rahi thi.

“Last month tumne kaha tha wait karo,” maine kaha. “Isliye main aaj sirf guest ki tarah aaya. Tumhari maa ke liye ek chehra, bas. Duet ka koi zikr nahi tha.”

Trisha ne heels nikaal kar floor par rakh diye. Yellow kurta uski thighs ke upar tak aati thi. “Maine wait ki baat ki thi, khatam ki nahi. Committee ko hafte pehle naam de diya kyunki mummy ne poocha tha hum serious hain ya nahi. Call par tumne hmm bola. Main samjhi thi haan.”

Meri zubaan par ek shikayat thi, lekin uski aankhen gusse mein nahi thi. Sharm aur izhaar dono the. “Main tumhe fake couple bana kar nahi khada karna chahti thi. Mummy ko rokna tha, aur main jaanti thi tum bina sawal ke aa jaoge.”

Wall ke against lean karke maine saans li. “Hmm ka matlab soch raha tha, shaadi ka card nahi. Ab stage par log intezaar karenge.”

Trisha ne do kadam aage badhe. Kurta ka dupatta sofa par giraya. “To phir yahi faisla kar lo. Ya to main unhe jaakar bol doon ki naam galti se chala gaya, ya tum mujhe sach batao ki last month ke baad bhi tum mujhe chahte ho.”

Wada tutne ka pal

Uski ungliyan meri belt ke paas ruki. “Agar na kehna hai to keh do. Main khud announce cancel kar dungi.”

“Na nahi hai,” maine kaha. “Yahi hoon, aur yahi chahta hoon.”

Pehla kiss dheema nahi tha. Uski honthon par lipstick thi jo meri upper lip par chipak gayi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, usne meri shirt ke do buttons khol diye. Stage par koi folk song shuru hua, dhol ki thap cabin ke plywood wall se aa rahi thi.

Yellow kurta upar uthte hi uski chhati bra mein tight dikhi. Maine cup ke upar se muh rakha, kapde ke through nipple ko daant se halke se dabaya. Trisha ki lambi saans mere baal par giri. “Kabir, yahan awaaz nahi nikalni chahiye.”

Bra ke hook peeche the. Ek click mein patte dheel ho gaye. Uski chhati garam thi, nipple already tight. Maine daahna nipple muh mein liya, baayein haath se doosri chhati dabaayi. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi, bun ab poori tarah khul chuka tha.

Jeans ki zip usne khud kheench. Main sofa par baith gaya, woh meri god mein aa kar baithi, kurta kamar tak utha hua. Meri ungliyan uski panties ke elastic ke andar gayi. Uski chut geeli thi, baalon ke neeche nami ungliyon par chipak rahi thi. Do ungliyan fold ke beech se guzri to usne meri shirt ka kandra pakad liya.

“Itna tez nahi,” usne kaha, lekin kamar meri hathon ki taraf dhakel rahi thi. Clit par ghumaate hi uski thighs meri jeans dabaane lagi. Mirror mein hamari adhuri tasveer thi, cracked line uske kandhe ko kaat rahi thi.

Maine usko sofa par letaya. Jeans aur panties ankles tak utar aayi, yellow kurta abhi bhi bahon par atki rahi. Uski thighs khuli to uski chut gulabi aur chamakti dikhi. Maine zubaan fold par rakhi, dheere se chatate hue clit ko muh mein liya. Trisha ne ek pillow munh par daba liya, uske neeche se bas ek ghunni awaaz aayi.

Do ungliyan andar gayi jab zubaan upar thi. Uski kamar uth kar meri muh se mili, phir giri. Folk song bahar dohra ho raha tha, log taal par taali baja rahe the. Cabin ke andar sirf uski geeli awaaz aur meri saans thi.

Wallet se condom nikala. Packet ki foil tabla box par giri. Trisha ne meri jeans ke button khole, mera lund bahar aaya to usne haath se ek baar upar se neeche fer liya. Condom pehne ke baad usne khud apni thighs aur kholi. “Abhi. Stage se pehle.”

Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Geela pan itna tha ki sirf thoda dabav kaafi tha. Andar jaate hi uski aankhen band hui, honth khule. Poora ghusa to dono ruke. Uski chut ne pakda, garam, tight, har dhadkan par sikudti.

Pehli chal dheemi rahi. Sofa ki spring ne ek karr sound diya. Maine uski ek taang apne kandhe par uthayi, kurta uske pet par ikatthi ho gayi. Har dhakke par uski chhati hilti, nipple hawa mein tight. Trisha ne apna ek haath apne munh par rakha, doosra mere kandhe ki haddi par.

“Aur andar,” usne pillow ke peeche se kaha. Maine kamar jhuka kar tez kiya. Lund uski chut ki diwal se ragad kha raha tha, condom ke through bhi nami mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski thighs meri kamar lock kar rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi woh meri shirt ke khule hisse par nakhun ghis deti.

Bahr secretary ki awaaz phir aayi, koi joke, log hanse. Hum ruke nahi. Maine uski clit anguthe se dabaayi jab lund andar bahar ho raha tha. Uski saans toot kar chhoti ho gayi, pet sakda, phir ek lambe kanpne ke saath uski chut mera lund ko bar bar dabaane lagi. Pillow se ek dabii chill bhi nikal aayi.

Uske baad bhi main rukha nahi. Uski aankhen khuli, geeli, lekin munh par wohi izhaar tha. Maine taang neeche ki, usko side se sofa ke kone par khiskaaya. Peeche se lund phir uski chut mein gaya, is baar gehraai alag lagi. Yellow kurta uski peeth par chipki thi, paseena rishte par chamak raha tha.

Uski kamar meri hathon mein thi. Har dhakke par uski gaand meri pet se takrati. Maine jhuk kar uske kaan ke peeche chuma, namak aur perfume mila. “Kabir,” usne sirf itna kaha, aur ungliyan sofa ke cloth mein ghus gayi.

Tez ho gaya to tabla box hilne laga. Maine speed kam ki, phir uski chut ke muh par ruk kar poora baahar nikal, dubara ek hi dhakke mein andar le aaya. Trisha ne sir uthaya, cracked mirror mein mujhe dekha, phir aankh band kar li. Doosri baar uska body kanpa, is dafa chhoti lehar thi, lekin uski chut phir se kasti rahi.

Mera lund tight ho chuka tha. Condom ke andar garmi ikatthi thi. Maine uski thighs ke beech apna haath fira, clit par do ungliyan rakh kar gol kiya, aur kamar se teen lambe dhakke diye. Khud ki saans meri gala mein atak gayi. Cum aaya to main uski peeth par jhuk gaya, lund andar hi dhadakta raha, condom bhar gaya.

Thodi der hum usi pose mein rahe. Folk song khatam hua, taaliyan uthin. Cabin ke darwaze ke neeche se ek line of light aa rahi thi. Maine dheere nikal, condom utar kar tissue box se lapeta, kude dani mein daala. Trisha sofa par palat kar leti rahi, yellow kurta pet dhak rahi thi, jeans abhi ankles par hi thi.

Rehearsal cabin ke andar

Usne meri shirt ke khule buttons ki taraf dekha, hansne ki koshish ki, awaaz nahi nikal paayi. “Duet to gaya.”

Maine uski panties uski ankles se khichi, jeans ke saath. Woh khud khadi hui, pair daal kar zip lagayi. Bra hook maine peeche se lagaya. Kurta neeche ki, ek button galat ched mein gaya, usne nikal kar theek kiya. Dupatta sofa se uthaya, lekin gale par nahi daala, haath mein hi rakha.

“Mummy ko main khud bolungi ki stage cancel hua,” usne kaha. Lipstick ab honthon par nahi thi, meri collarbone par halka nishan tha. “Tumhe fake guest bana kar nahi bulana tha. Woh wada meri taraf se toot chuka hai.”

Corridor mein kadmon ki awaaz aayi, ruki, phir door chali gayi. Maine apni belt kasi, shirt ke buttons upar tak. Wallet wapas jeans mein gaya, khali packet nahi tha. Trisha ne heels pehne, laces nahi, sirf pair ghusaaye. Uski aankhen ab seedhi meri taraf thi, sharm kam, faisla zyada.

“Unke saamne mat jaana,” maine kaha. “Secretary dubara naam padhega.”

Usne kundi dheere ghumayi. Darwaza itna khula ki ek aankh corridor dekh sake. Stage ki taraf roshni tez thi, log still baithhe the. Humne ulti side li, storage ke boxes ke peeche se nikal kar clubhouse ke side passage mein aa gaye. Hawa bahar ki thandi thi, andar ki garmi kapdon ke neeche ab bhi thi.

Passage ke end par ek chhota bulb jal raha tha. Trisha ne mera haath dubara pakda, is baar kheenchne ke liye nahi, chalirte rakhne ke liye. Society ke lawn par rangoli ab pairon se smudge ho chuki thi. Koi bacha phatake ki gaddi dhoondh raha tha, hamari taraf nahi dekha.

Side gate ki raat

Side gate ke paas chowkidar ki stool khali thi. Gupta uncle ki awaaz andar mike par aa rahi thi, agla item announce ho raha tha, hamara number skip. Trisha ne gate ki kundi uthayi, dhanush jaisa rusty sound nikla, phir hum colony ki gali mein nikal aaye.

India ke chhote shehron mein aisi raat ki khabar subah tak colony mein ghum jaati hai, isliye humne stage ki taraf wapas muh nahi kiya. Nashik ki yeh gali sodium light mein peeli padi thi. Trisha dupatta haath se kandhe par daal kar chalti rahi, heels click kar rahi thi, meri shirt abhi bhi do jagah se silli nahi thi.

Main road ke kone par usne ruk kar meri collarbone par ungli feri, lipstick ka nishan mitaate hue. “Ab mummy ko jo bolna hai woh main bolungi. Tum ghar jaao.” Usne meri wrist chhod di, gali ke doosre mod se apne block ki taraf mud gayi, aur main ulti taraf chalta raha, society ke gaane peeche dhalte hue.

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