Meera aunty ke kitchen counter par kothimbir kat te waqt meri nazar un do chhoti steel plates par atak gayi. Bees logon ki terrace meeting ke liye namkeen aur hari chutney ka zimma aaj shaam hum dono par tha, lekin badi thali kahin dikhi nahi. Nashik ki is purani society ke block C mein log upar plastic chairs nikal rahe the.
Usne kadhai mein rai daali. Chamak ke saath jeera bhi gaya. Dupatta ka pallu uske kandhe se phisalte hue uski kamar tak aa gaya. Blouse ke do upar ke button khule the, jaise kisi ne jaldi mein kapde pehne hon. Main kothimbir ki dhaariyon ko dekhta raha, phir un plates ko.
Bharat ki doosri shaamon ki tarah yahan bhi ghadi jaldi daudti thi, par is kitchen ki hawa alag thi. Payal ki tink counter ke neeche se aayi jab maine ganth rakh di.
Do plate ka sawal
“Aunty, yeh meeting ke liye hai ya aapne sirf do plate kyun nikali?”
Sawal munh se nikalte hi chutney wali katori ke kinare uski ungli ruki. Uski aankhen pehle kadhai par thin, phir meri taraf uthin. Tel ki ek boond uske kalaai par chamki.
“Tumhe dikh gaya,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Bees logon ka hisaab maine subah hi mann se hata diya. Yeh do plate tumhare aur mere liye hain.”
Society ka kaam mummy ne mere upar daala tha, isliye main shaam ko yahan khada tha. Meera aunty meri koi khoon ki rishte daar nahi thin. Pados ki aurat thin, iktalis saal ki, jise poori colony aunty bulaati thi. Phir bhi meri lambi saans atak gayi.
Chammach sink par rakha gaya. Uska haath ab khaali tha, lekin nazar khaali nahi thi.
“Harsh, sach batao. Har hafte tum madad ko aate ho kyunki mummy bhejti hain, ya kyunki meri nazar tumhe peeche se pakad leti hai?”
Ek kadam aage badha to kadhai ki garmi kalai tak aa gayi. Shirt ka kina uske unglion ke neeche aa sakta tha, par abhi sirf hawa thi.
“Nazar pakad leti hai,” maine kaha. “Aunty keh kar aap door rakhna chahti ho, lekin button aapne jaan kar khule chhode.”
Woh hans padi. Phir hansna band hua. Uska haath mere shirt ke kine par aaya, neeche nahi khincha, bas wahan raha.
“Agar keh doon ruk jao, to ruk jaoge?”
“Haan.”
“To mat ruko. Aaj main khud yahan khadi hoon.”
Honth pehle band mile, phir muh khul gaya. Hari dhaniya aur rai ki khushbu uske muh mein thi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, sari ke upar se. Petticoat ke naare ki ganth meri ungli ke neeche aayi, kasi hui, jaise subah se yahi intezaar ho.
Counter ki edge uski kamar ke peeche tak gayi. Dupatta beech se sarak kar tile par gir gaya, par kisi ne uthaya nahi. Blouse ke khule button ke neeche uski chuchiyaan kapde se dabti thin, garam, aur jab maine unhe kelaai se chhua to uski saans meri gardan par padi.
“Yahan mat chhodo kadhai ko,” usne kaha, lekin haath mere baal mein tha, dhakelne wala nahi. Main neeche jhuka, blouse ka teesra button khola, aur muh se uski left chuchi ko dabaya. Uski aankhen band huin. Kothimbir ki katliyan ab bekaar padi thin.
Sari ka pallu kamar se khisak kar meri jeans ki belt tak aa gaya. Petticoat uthate hue meri ungliyan uski thighs par phisli, phir beech mein. Cotton panty geeli thi, ek patli si lakir. Uski chut par jab do ungliyan ruki to usne meri kalai pakad li, hataayi nahi, dabaayi.
“Andar, dheere.” Itna hi. Main uski chut mein ek ungli le gaya, phir doosri. Geelaapan garam tha, chutney se alag. Uski kamar meri taraf khichi. Mera lund jeans ke andar kasa hua tha, zip ki line pe dard sa.
Khade khade hi usne meri belt kholi. Button chhuta. Jeans ghutnon tak utri, underwear uske saath. Uska haath mere lund par aaya, angutha geele sir par ghooma, phir neeche tak. Main uski panty ko taraf ko sarka kar uski chut ke upar lund rakh diya, ghisate hue, andar nahi.
“Abhi kitchen mein?” meri awaaz tuti.
“Abhi yahin. Meeting ke liye time nahi bachana.”
Lund uski chut mein halke se ghusa, sirf sir, phir ruk gaya kyunki kadhai ki rai zyada kaali padne lagi. Usne peeche haath badha kar gas ki knoti ek notch neeche ki, aankhen meri taraf. Phir khud aage aayi, poora andar le liya. Uski chut ne kas kar pakda. Meri hathon ki pakad uske kandhon par chali gayi.
Khade sex mein uski sari petticoat ke upar hi ulajhi rahi. Har dhakka se payal ki tink aati. Main tez nahi tha pehle, kyunki uski peeth counter ki edge se takra rahi thi. Usne ek pair meri calf se lapeta. Andar geesi, bahar meri jeans ki denim uski nangi thighs se ragad kha rahi thi.
Hindustan ki is garmi mein paseena garden se nahi, is chhote kitchen se utar raha tha. Uski gardan nam thi. Maine wahan honth rakhe, phir kaan ke neeche. Woh meri shirt ke do button khol kar seene par muh rakhne lagi, kaat nahi rahi thi, sirf saans le rahi thi.
Jaali par dastak
Pehli dastak itni halki thi ke kadhai ki ubal usko daba gayi. Doosri dastak tez thi, lohe ki jaali par. Dono ruk gaye, lund abhi bhi uski chut mein tha, geela, dhadakta.
“Meera aunty, Kisan bol raha hoon. Terrace meeting cancel. Upar tanki se pani tapak raha hai, chairs bheeg gayi. Snacks mat bhejna.”
Jaali ke us paar chowkidar ki chappal ruki hui thi. Kitchen se living tak ek hi nazar thi, par grill ke parde ne chehra chhupa rakha. Usne meri kamar dabaaye rakha, awaaz seedhi nikaali.
“Theek hai Kisan bhai. Snacks nahi dena. Aap jaao, tanki dekh lo.”
Chappal ki awaaz corridor mein dur hui. Lift ki ghanti dur se bajayi gayi, doosri floor ke liye. Kitchen mein sirf hamari saans bachi.
Kadhai ab bhi dheemi aanch par thi, lekin meeting ka matlab khatam. Do plate ab bahana nahi, sirf do plate thin. Usne meri chhati se alag hote hue lund bahar nikala, ek lamha khali laga, phir gas ki knoti poori band kar di. Rai ki last chamak bujh gayi.
Shalini aunty ne mujhe apne studio ke canvas ke peeche choda
Class ke baad Shalini aunty ke studio mein sirf mera canvas khada tha, aur us pehle faisle ke baad unhone mujhe kareeb bula kar choda.Read related story“Ab jaldi nahi karni,” usne kaha. “Sofa par aao. Yahan edge meri peeth kaat rahi hai.”
Jeans ko ghutnon se upar nahi khincha. Main unhe paon se nikal ta hua living ke us khule hisse tak gaya jahan purana brown sofa window ke kaat ke saamne tha. Curtains pehle se khinche the, niche colony ka courtyard dikhta, lekin andar ki roshni bahar kam jaati.
Sofa ke kinare usne sari poori utar di, pallu pehle hi floor par tha. Blouse ke baaki button khule. Petticoat naare se khula, panty uske saath neeche gayi. Meera aunty nangi khadi hui, iktalis saal ka body, pet halka dhila, chuchiyaan bhari, beech ki chut par paani chamak raha tha jo maine kitchen mein chhoda tha.
Main shirt nikal kar sofa ke arm par daal di. Mera lund ab khula tha, geela uski chut ke paani se. Woh pehle baithi, pair khol kar, phir mujhe haath se kheench kar apni thighs ke beech khada kiya. Muh aage kiya aur mere lund ko choosa, gehrai kam, lekin jeebh ghumati hui. Mere haath uske baal mein gaye, kheencha nahi, sirf pakde.
“Bas itna,” usne muh hata kar kaha. “Andar chahiye.”
Sofa par woh let gayi, ek pair upar, doosra floor ko chhoota. Main uski chut ke upar jhuka, lund phir se ragaad kar, phir dheere andar. Is baar poora. Uski aankhen meri taraf khuli rahi. Har baar jab main bahar nikalta, uski chut lipat kar rokne ki koshish karti.
Dhakke ab counter wali jaldi se alag the. Sofa gehra tha, uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche uth ti. Maine uski chuchi muh mein li, daant nahi, honth. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par nishan kaat rahi thin. Kabhi woh meri gaand ke upar haath le jaati, dabati, phir chhor deti.
“Tez karo ab.” Awaaz kitchen wali nahi thi. Main tez kiya. Sofa ki spring ek baar chikni. Uski thighs meri kamar se takraati. Geeli awaaz har dhakke par saaf thi, chutney ki kadhai se zyada saaf.
Beech mein usne mujhe rok kar upar kiya. Main sofa par let gaya, woh meri taangon ke dono taraf aa kar baithi, apna haath se lund pakad kar uski chut par rakha, phir dheere baith gayi. Is angle par uski chuchiyaan mere muh ke kareeb thin. Maine dono haath uski kamar par rakhe, par rhythm uska tha. Uski chut ne baar baar kas kar chhoda.
Paseena uski gardan se chuchi ke beech utar raha tha. Maine jeebh se woh dhara pakdi. Woh hansna chahti thi, lekin saans tuti. Niche mera lund uske andar poora tha, nikalta nahi tha is position mein, sirf ghumta.
“Main girne wali hoon,” usne kaha, matlab orgasm ka, sofa ka nahi. Uski ungliyan meri chhati par kasi. Uski chut ke andar spasms aaye, geelaapan aur badha, meri thighs tak. Maine uski kamar dabaaye rakha jab tak woh kampna kam na kar de.
Uske baad woh meri chhati par gir gayi, lund abhi andar. Thodi der saans. Phir usne kamar uthayi, baahar nikala, haath se pakad kar tez phira, aur bola, “Bahar nikaalo, meri petticoat pehle hi kharab hai, sofa naya nahi lena.”
Main uth kar uski thighs ke beech khada hua. Uska haath aur meri hatheli dono mere lund par the. Do teen dhakke khaali hawa mein, phir pani uski pet aur chuchiyon par gir gaya, garam, phisalta. Usne ungli se ek bund utha kar dekhi, phir hans di.
Kapde jaldi nahi pehne. Sofa par dono lette rahe, uska sar mere kandhe par, meri jeans ab bhi floor par uljhi. Do plate kitchen mein waisi ki waisi thin, ek khaali, ek par thodi si kothimbir. Kadhai thandi padne lagi thi.
Uski aankhen band thin, lekin awaaz saaf thi. “Mummy se mat kehna ke meeting cancel thi. Keh dena snacks upar bhej diye.”
Main sirf honth se uske baal chhua. Jhoot chhota tha, aur uska, mera nahi. Shirt maine pehle pehni, phir jeans. Belt ki chamra ab geeli ungliyon se fisalti. Woh uth kar petticoat lapeti, blouse ke button galat order mein lagaye, jaise shaam ke shuru mein the.
Katori bina dhakan
Darwaze tak aate aate usne sink se woh chhoti katori uthayi jisme hari chutney adhuri thi, kothimbir upar tair rahi thi. Dhakan dhunda nahi. Mere haath mein dabate hue uski ungli meri kalaai par ruki, phir chhuti.
“Yeh le jao. Do plate yahin rahengi.”
Main katori pakad kar corridor mein nikal gaya. Peeche lock ki click aayi, ek hi. Lift ke saamne katori mein chutney hilti rahi, bina dhakan, jaise kitchen ka kaam ab ghar ke bahar tha.
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