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Jhoothi leak ke baad Neelam aunty sofa tak aa gayi

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Steel ki plate maine pankhe ke neeche sarkaayi, lekin uski chamak par ek boond tel bhi nahi tha. Neelam aunty mere kandhe ke paas khadi thin, haath upar kiye, jaise blade saaf kar rahi hon. Unki ungliyan dhool par nahi, meri gardan ke kareeb ghumti rahi.

“Aunty, motor se leak ho raha hai na? Aapne list par yahi likha tha,” maine stool sambhalte hue kaha. Unhone sir hilaya. “Haan, subah se tapak raha tha. Electrician chhutti par hai, isliye tumhara naam bhi saath daal diya.”

Gomti Nagar ki yeh ground floor flat Lucknow mein hai, aur Lucknow India ke Uttar Pradesh ka hissa hai jahan Sunday subah ki garmi kapdon ke neeche chipak jaati hai. Hum dono colony volunteer the. Fan ki duty sirf hamare do naamon par thi.

Tel ki botal meri doosri mutthi mein thi, dhakkan dheela. Unhone woh botal le kar side table par rakh di, bina ek boond nikaale. “Pehle dhool saaf karo, tel baad mein,” unhone kaha, lekin unki nazar blade par nahi thi.

Maine plate uthakar unke saamne kar di. “Yeh plate sukhi hai. Tel kahan tapka? Aunty, aap mujhse kya chhupa rahi hain?”

Unki aankhen meri taraf uthin, phir jhuki. Cotton kurti paseene se gardan par chipak rahi thi. “Tum bahut seedhe ho, Kunal. Koi aur hota to plate ko ignore kar deta.”

Stool maine neeche utaar diya. Hum ab barabar khade the. Unke baal bun se nikal kar gaal par aa gaye the. “Fan theek hai,” unhone dheere kaha. “Maine jhoot bola. Mujhe tumhe yahan chahiye tha, is leak ke liye nahi.”

Unka haath mere t-shirt ke kapde par raha. Maine unki kalaai pakdi, zor se nahi, bas rukne ke liye. Unhone khud meri taraf kadam liya. “Haan,” unhone kaha, “agar tum bhi ruki nahi chahte to abhi yahin raho.”

Jo tel kabhi tapka hi nahi

Unke honth pehle meri thuddi par pade, phir munh par. Main unki kamar tak khinch gaya, stool peeche gir gaya lekin toota nahi. Uski saans mere muh mein ghar karti rahi, aur meri mutthi uski kamar par bandh gayi.

Kurti ke uparli do button pehle se dheele the. Unhone khud teesra khola, phir mera haath apne seene par rakh diya. Garam chamdi, halka kapda, aur uske neeche jo dhadak rahi thi woh kaam ki nahi thi. Maine chuchi ke gher ko anguthe se sahlaaya. Unhone aankh band ki, lekin kadam peeche nahi liya.

“Sofa,” unhone sirf itna kaha. Hum pankhe ke neeche se khisak kar uski badi sofa ki taraf gaye, jahan subah ki roshni jaali se kat kat kar gir rahi thi. Unhone bun khol diya. Baal kandhon par girte hi unka chehra aur bhi kareeb aa gaya.

T-shirt maine upar se utari, kyunki pasina peeth par chipak chuka tha. Unki ungliyan mere seene ke baal par phiri, phir belt ke kareeb rukin. Jeans ka button unhone khud khola. Main khada raha, unka faisla dekhte hue, jab tak kapda ghutnon tak nahi utra.

Aunty ne pehle kadam liya

Palazzo ke naare ko unhone khud dheela kiya. Kapda pairon par girte hi unki thighs ki garam lakeer dikh gayi, geeli panty ke saath. Maine unhe sofa par letne diya, lekin unhone meri kalai pakad kar khud upar khinch liya, taaki main unke upar nahi, unke saath baithun.

Chumma is baar lamha nahi raha. Unhone meri zubaan pakadi, chhodi, phir gale par daant se halka nishaan chhoda. Bra ke hook peeche the. Maine khole, unki boobs haath mein bhar aayi, bhari aur naram, nipples tight. Unhone mera sar seene par dabaaya. Main ek chuchi muh mein le kar chusa, doosri ko ungli se sahlaata raha.

Awaaz unke gale se nikalti rahi, dabi hui, jaise pados ke dar se nahi, maza lene ke andaz se. Panty ke kapde par geelepan ki dhaar saaf thi. Maine uski chut ko kapde ke upar se sahlaaya. Ranegin uthin. Unhone meri ungliyon ko andar ki taraf dhakela, panty ke kinare se.

Do ungliyan geeli garmi mein ghusin. Uski chut ne pakad liya, dheere, phir tez. Unhone meri kalaai pakad kar taal diya, jaise kaam ab unka ho. Main unki aankhen dekh raha tha. Woh band nahi thin. Woh mujhe dekh rahi thin, is baat ka hisaab leti hui ki main kahan rukta hoon.

Jeans se mera lund bahar aa chuka tha, tight, sir geela. Unhone apna ek haath neeche bheja aur mutthi mein liya, upar se neeche, naapti hui. “Itna der se chhupa ke rakha,” unhone hans diya, awaaz kaampiti hui. Maine panty ke dono side se kheench kar utaar di. Kapda takhne par atak gaya, unhone pair jhatak kar alag kiya.

Muh maine unki thighs ke beech rakh diya. Uski chut ki geeli fold ko zubaan di, upar clit par ruka, neeche tak gaya. Unke kandhon ne sofa ke gaddhe ko dabaaya. Meri ungliyan unki kamar ke neeche ghus kar unhe aur kareeb kheench rahi thin. Unhone mere baal pakad liye, zor se nahi, raste batate hue.

“Andar,” unhone kaha, ek shabd, saaf. Main upar uthakar unke beech aa gaya. Lund ki nos uski chut ke muh par ruki. Unhone kamar uthayi, khud pehle inch andar le liya. Phir meri kamar pakad kar poora kheench liya. Garam, tight, geela rasta meri saans ko beech mein kaat gaya.

Dhakka pehla dheema tha, doosra tez. Sofa ki chaal hamari chaal se mil gayi. Unki thighs meri kamar ko lapet rahi thin. Main ek haath unke sar ke peeche, doosra unki chuchi par. Unhone meri gardan kaat kar kaha, “Ruko mat. Aaj list kaam ki nahi.”

Taal badla. Kabhi main unke andar tak jaata, kabhi nikal kar clit ko ragadta. Uski chut har baar pakad karti, jaise sawal ka jawaab de rahi ho. Paseena unki gardan se neeche behta, kurti ab sofa ke arm par gira pada tha, bra uske saath. Hum dono nange the us roshni mein jo jaali se aa rahi thi.

Bahar gali mein koi cycle ki ghanti bajayi, door se. Hum ruke nahi. Unhone mujhe palat diya, meri peeth sofa par aa gayi, woh upar baith gayin. Uski kamar gol ghumi, baal chehre par chipak gaye. Maine unki hips pakad kar unka wazan sambhala. Mera lund unke andar gehra baitha raha, unki chut ne niche se masla.

Unki aankhen is baar band thin, honth khule. Main unki chuchiyon ko muh se pakadta, chhodta, phir se leta. Unki saans lambi ho rahi thi, phir tut’ti. Meri ungliyon ne unki gaand ke naram hisse ko sahlaaya, andar nahi, bas pakad kar. Unhone meri kalai dabaayi, izaazat ki tarah nahi, mang ki tarah.

Neeche se unhone speed badhai. Chut ki chap-chap ki awaaz kamre mein phaili, dabi hui, phir saaf. Maine unki kamar ko pakad kar unhe apne lund par aur bithaaya. Unhone naakhun meri chhati par gad diye. Dard halka tha, maza usse tez.

Palat phir hua, is baar unki marzi se. Woh chauda let gayi, ek tang sofa se bahar latki, doosri meri kamar par. Maine ghutna tikakar andar mara, lambe dhakke, phir chhote. Unki boobs meri har chaal par kaampin. Unhone apna haath neeche le jaakar clit malna shuru kiya, meri har entry ke saath.

“Yahin… yahin rakh,” unki awaaz toot kar aayi. Main unke bolne ke hisaab se raha, naya kuch nahi socha. Uski chut simatne lagi, spasht, baar baar. Unke pair meri kamar ke peeche jakad gaye. Main unke andar tha jab unka jism kasne laga, geela pani meri jangh tak aa gaya, unki saans ek chiikh ban kar dabi.

Uske baad bhi unhone mujhe nahi dhakka. Meri chaal tez ho gayi, lund ki nasen khichi. Unki aankhen khuli, mujhe dekh kar. Maine unki kamar dabaaye rakha aur andar hi nikal aaya, garam dhaar, unki chut ke geele gher mein. Unhone mujhe apne seene par dabaye rakha, jab tak meri saans laut kar lambi nahi hui.

Paseena dono ke pet par mil gaya tha. Hum thodi der aise hi pade rahe, pankha ab bhi band, garmi waisi ki waisi. Unke baal mere munh par the. Maine unhe hataya nahi. Unki ungliyan meri gardan par ghumti rahi, naapti hui ki dhadkan kab girti hai.

Kurti unhone pehle nahi pehni. Bas meri chhati par sar rakh kar ek baar hans diya, wohi hansna jo pehle plate ke saamne daba tha. “Leak kabhi tha hi nahi,” unhone kaha, bina sharm ke, bina taane ke. Maine unki kamar par haath rakha, jawab mein sirf saans di.

Bharat ke is purane shehar mein Sunday ko colony ka mic itna bebak hota hai ki koi bhi raaz zyada der nahi tikta. Humne abhi kapde sambhale bhi nahi the ki pehli awaaz ne jaali hila di.

Bahar committee jag uthi

Loudspeaker gadgadaya, kareeb se, gate ki taraf se. “Block C ke plantation volunteers gate par report karein. Neelam ji, Kunal bhai, list par naam hai.” Naam saaf tha. Hum dono ek saath uth baithe, jaise stool phir gir gaya ho.

Jeans maine jhat se chadhai, t-shirt ulti pehni, phir seedhi ki. Unhone palazzo kheenche, kurti bina bra ke pehni, bun adhura. Panty sofa ke neeche dikh rahi thi, maine uthakar unke haath mein di. Unhone use pocket ki tarah kurti ke andar daba diya, time nahi tha pehenne ka.

Jaali par chhaya pad gayi. Kisi mard ki awaaz aa rahi thi, kareeb se. “Neelam ji, aap andar hain? Counting shuru ho gayi, pedon ke gaddhe sookh rahe hain!” Ramesh uncle the, committee ke. Unki chappal ki tot-tot saaf sunai di.

Neelam aunty ne mere kandhe ko ek baar dabaaya, bina naye waade ke, bina kal ke zikr ke. Phir woh front jaali ki taraf badhin, aawaz seedhi karte hue. “Aa rahi hoon, Ramesh ji. Do minute. Pankha… kaam adhura tha.”

Kitchen ke pichhle darwaze se main nikal gaya, service lane ki garmi mein. Pairon tale kankar chubhe, lekin maine ruk kar kapde nahi thik kiye. Aage gate par mic dubara chilla, logon ke kadam bhi. Unki awaaz peeche jaali par thi, committee ko sambhalti hui, meri nahi.

Lane ke mod par main mud kar nahi dekha. Steel ki plate ab bhi unke drawing room mein sukhi padi hogi, tel ki botal band, aur fan waisa ka waisa. Plantation ki line mein meri jagah khaali rehni thi, kyunki main us list se nikal chuka tha, peeche wale raste se.

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