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Achaar ginne ke dauran Ananya ke saath hua sex

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Ananya ne teesra achaar ka dabba khola aur namak ka packet itni tez phenka ki uska dhakkan meri juti ke paas ghumta hua ruk gaya. Sunday ki subah society ke ground floor wale store mein sirf hum do hi the.

Racks par kanch ke bartan saje the, table par kagaz ki slips bikhari thin, aur khidki se Kolkata ki naram dhoop gir rahi thi. Bharat ke is purane shehar mein sardi abhi halki thi, lekin committee ne winter se pehle achaar bechne ka hisab jama diya tha.

Kal raat committee ki meeting mein Ananya ne saaf kaha tha ki typing se uski kalai sujhi hui hai, isliye dhakkan na kholna. Aaj woh har sakht dhakkan ko pehle khud ghumati, phir slip chipkati, jaise dard kisi aur ke hisab mein likha ho.

Maine namak ka packet uthaya aur table par rakh diya. Uski mustard kameez ki astin par achaar ka chhota daag sookh chuka tha, phir bhi woh usi astin se maathe ka paseena ponchhti rahi.

Hum akele the. Bahar aangan mein bachchon ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi, lekin yeh store unse kat hua tha. Ananya ne chautha dabba pakda, kalai ko dekhe baghair dhakkan ko zor se ghuma diya, aur meri taraf palat kar muskurane ki jagah saans ko rok liya.

Maine uska haath nahi pakda. Sirf wahi dhakkan dekha jo uski ungliyon ke neeche kaanp raha tha.

Kalai ke dard ka jhoot

“Tumne kal kaha tha kalai dard karti hai,” maine seedha poochha. “Phir sabse sakht dhakkan kyun khol rahi ho?”

Ananya ki aankhen meri taraf uthin. Uski aankhen gusse wali nahi thin, balki us rang ki thin jo log chhupaate hain jab unka bahana tut jaye. Usne dhakkan table par rakh diya aur apna ek haath doosre haath ki kalai par fer diya, jaise ab bhi natak baaki ho.

“Dard hai bhi,” usne kaha, awaaz kam. “Par main yahan dard ke liye nahi ruki. Dabbe to tum bhi laga sakte the. Main isliye ruki kyunki tumhara naam list mein tha.”

Uski baat ne kaam ka matlab palat diya. Main ek kadam aage badha, itna hi ki table ke kinare humari kohniyan almost mil jayen. Ananya ne peeche hatne ki jagah kameez ki patti ko theek kiya aur meri nazar ko pakad liya.

“Agar yeh sirf hisab hota to main pehle hi nikal jati,” usne kaha. “Tum chahte ho ki main rukun?”

Maine sir hilaya. Usne mera t-shirt ka kinaar pakda, khud ko table ke peeche khiskaaya, aur honth mere honthon par rakh diye. Woh ek chhota, saaf sa kiss tha, jis ke baad usne meri gardan par saans chhodi.

“Haan,” usne halke se kaha. “Abhi, yahin.”

Uske baad sawal dohrane ki zaroorat nahi rahi. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye, uski kamar par haath rakha, aur uski kameez ko kamr tak uthaya. Uski kamar garam thi, salwar ki nada dhili pad chuki thi jaise usne kaam ke beech hi use dheela chhod diya ho.

Khidki ki dhoop uske gale par padi. Maine uske seene ko kameez ke upar se nahi, balki button khol kar chhua. Uski bra safed thi, thodi si tight, aur uske nipples kapde ke peeche ubhar aaye the. Ananya ne meri jeans ki belt ke paas ungli rakh di, na rokne ke liye, na jaldi dikhane ke liye, sirf yeh kehne ke liye ki woh saath khadi hai.

Store ki hawa mein achaar aur namak mila hua tha. Usne meri gardan chumi, phir mere kaan ke paas muh laakar meri shirt ka hem upar kiya. Maine t-shirt sir ke upar se utaar di. Uska haath mere seene par raha, naakhon se nahi, poori hatheli se, jaise wazan naap rahi ho.

Hum table ke peeche sarak gaye, jahan aakhri rack drapery ki tarah khada tha. Wahan se darwaza poora nahi dikhta tha. Ananya ne salwar ki nada kholi aur kapda ghutnon tak utaar diya, panty ke saath nahi, pehle sirf salwar, jaise abhi bhi koi hisab baaki ho. Phir usne meri nazar dekh kar panty bhi utaar di aur table ke kinare kood kar baith gayi.

Uski thighs table ke thande wood par kanp uthi. Maine ghutnon ke beech khade hokar uski chut par ungli ferai. Woh geeli thi, itni ki meri ungli aasani se phisak gayi. Ananya ne meri gardan pakad li, muh se ek patli awaaz nikaali, aur apne pair mere kamar ke peeche laga liye.

“Aaram se nahi,” usne kaha. “Par zor se bhi mat, pehle andar feel karo.”

Maine jeans ki chain kholi. Mera lund kapde ke andar pehle se tight tha. Underwear ke saath jeans ghutne tak utar aayi. Ananya ne apna haath neeche bheja, mera lund ko pakda, aur do slow movement diye. Uski hatheli namak jaisi rough nahi thi, balki achaar dhakkan kholte kholte garam ho chuki thi.

Maine wallet se condom nikala, packet ko daanton se phaada, aur pehn liya. Ananya dekh rahi thi, sharmaati nahi, hisab lagati hui. Jab main uski chut ke muh par lund ko sataaya, usne meri kamar ko kheench liya. Pehla dhakka dheema tha. Uski chut ne dabaya, phir khula, phir dubara kas diya.

Table ne ek halki si cheekh di. Maine uske kandhon ko nahi, uski kamar ko sambhala, taaki woh peeche na sarak jaye. Ananya ne apna maathe ka baal ponchha aur meri taraf dekh kar hans diya, woh hansna jo dard chhupane wala nahi, rahat wala tha.

Andar jaate hi uski saans meri gardan par phooti. Main tez nahi hua. Har movement ke baad ruk kar uski aankhen dekhta, aur jab woh pairon se mujhe kheenchti to dubara andar jata. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, itni ki condom ke upar bhi garmi saaf mehsoos hoti.

Kabhi kabhi woh meri peeth par naakhun nahi, sirf ungliyon ki pad rakh deti. Kabhi kameez ka kinaar munh se pakad leti jaise awaaz ko kapde mein daba rahi ho. Bahar aangan ki awaaz door ki tarah tut kar aati, phir dubara kho jati.

Maine uske seene ko kameez ke khule hisson se chooma. Uski bra ko side kiya, ek nipple ko muh mein liya, aur usi dauran kamar se dhakka jaari rakha. Ananya ki ungliyan mere baal mein ulajh gayin. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kasne lagin, phir dheeli padtin, phir dubara kas tin nahi, kasti thin.

“Yahan,” usne kaha, aur apna ek haath neeche le jaakar wahan dabaya jahan mera lund uski chut ke upar wale hisse se ragad khati thi. Maine usi jagah ko apni ungli se sambhala. Uski body ki tarah uski awaaz bhi ek hi line par nahi rahi. Kabhi woh meri shirt maangti jaise kapda ab bhi zaroori ho, kabhi sirf saans.

Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Maine is baar thoda gehra gaya. Ananya ne table ke kinare ko pakad liya, pairon ki panje tight ho gaye, aur uski chut ne itna kasa ki main ruk gaya. Usne sir hilaya, mat rukne ke matlab se. Phir movement wapas aa gayi, chhoti, gharili, jaise ab hisab nahi, rhythm bachana ho.

Namak ka wahi packet table ke doosre kone par gir kar khul gaya. Daane wood par bikhar gaye. Ananya ne unki taraf dekha, phir meri taraf, aur koi maafi nahi maangi. Maine uske maathe ko apne maathe se sataaya. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule, aur gale mein ek dhaaga paseene ka chamak raha tha.

Jab uska jism tight hua, usne meri kamar ko dono taangon se jhakod liya. Uski chut ki dhadkan mera lund par padti rahi, ek, do, teesri, phir woh lambi saans lekar mere kandhon par muh rakh diya. Main uske andar hi raha, movement ko chhota kiya, aur khud ko usi kasav ke beech chhod diya. Condom ke andar girna ek garmi ki tarah aaya, zor ka, lekin shor ke baghair.

Thodi der hum waisi hi khade-baithhe rahe. Table ka kinara uski taangon ko uthaye hue tha, meri jeans ghutnon par atki thi, uski kameez pet tak ulati hui thi. Achaar ke bartan peeche ki rack par waise hi khade the jaise kaam adhura chhoda gaya ho.

Jo baad mein khula raha

Ananya ne pehle meri gardan se muh hataya. Usne condom ke baare mein kuch nahi kaha, sirf itna dekha ki main nikalun, phir khud table se utri. Salwar pairon ke paas padi thi. Usne panty pehle pehni, phir salwar, nada ko jitna jaldi ho sakta tha kas liya. Bra ko theek kiya, kameez ke button band kiye, dupatta kandhe par daala.

Maine jeans uthayi, chain lagayi, t-shirt pehni. Condom ko tissue mein lapet kar kachre ki thaili mein daala jo pehle se kone mein rakhi thi. Ananya ne namak ke bikhare daane dekh kar ek short sa saans liya, jaise ab wapas hisab yaad aa gaya ho, lekin jhaadu nahi uthaya.

Uski kalai ab bhi wahi thi, sujan dikhai nahi deti thi, par usne dhakkan nahi chhua. Bataas khidki se aayi to uske baal kaan par gir gaye. Usne unhe uthaya, meri taraf dekha, aur woh muskurahat lautaayi jo kaam shuru karte waqt nahi thi.

“Committee ko labeled crate chahiye,” usne kaha. Awaz mein koi natak nahi tha, na koi lambi baat. Sirf wahi kaam jo subah se adhoora pada tha, ab alag matlab rakhne ke baad bhi poora karna tha.

Maine slips ke stack ko theek kiya. Do dabbe ab bhi be-label the. Ananya ne unhe nahi chhua. Usne pehle se ready crate uthaya, jisme ginne hue bartan the, aur use kamar ke bal se sambhala. Crate bhari thi. Uski kalai ne is baar shikayat ki, par usne crate neeche nahi rakhi.

Hindustan ke is shehar mein aise store aksar aangan ke peeche chhup jaate hain, jahan hisab aur raaz ek hi deewar ke do taraf rehte hain. Kolkata ki dhoop ab khidki se seedhi table par pad rahi thi, namak ke daane chamak rahe the, aur darwaze ke paas se aangan ki awaaz saaf aa rahi thi.

Ananya darwaze tak gayi, crate ko ek kandhe se adjust kiya, phir ruk kar meri taraf palat. “Tum yahin raho, bache hue do dabbe laga lena. Main yeh bahar de kar nahi lautungi.”

Maine kuch vaada nahi kiya. Sirf us dhakkan ko uthaya jo subah uske packet ke saath meri juti ke paas gira tha, aur use table par rakh diya. Ananya ne sir hilaya, jaise yeh chhota sa hisab bhi ab band ho.

Crate leke Ananya nikal gayi

Woh store ke darwaze se nikal gayi, crate aangan ki taraf liye, kameez ka daag ab bhi astin par sookha hua. Main andar khada raha, do be-label dabbon ke saath, aur uski heel ki awaaz tab tak sunta raha jab tak woh committee ke table tak nahi pahunch gayi.

Phir main ne khidki band nahi ki. Sirf wahi dhakkan seedha kiya, slip ka pen uthaya, aur pehla kaam wahi se pakda jahan usne crate uthayi thi.

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