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Neelam ruki, phir maine use apne palang par choda

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Neelam ne chappal pehle hi pehen li thi aur latch ko itna kas ke pakda tha ki uski ungliyan safed pad gayi thi. Kurti ka pallu uske kandhe se sarak aaya tha, jeans ki zipper tak nazar aa rahi thi.

“Main ja rahi hoon, Gaurav. Tu poori dupahar cricket khelta raha. Mere messages padhe bhi nahi.”

Kitchen ke counter ke peeche se main aage aaya, lekin uske kareeb jaake ruka. “Paanch minute ruk. Itna bhi nahi sunega kya?”

Jalandhar ke is purane block mein pankha tez ghoom raha tha. Bharat ke is kone ki shaam thandi ho chuki thi, neeche gali se rickshaw aur kisi vendor ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

“Paanch minute? Poori dupahar nahi mila, ab minute gina raha hai?” Uski awaaz kaani thi, par uski aankhen nam thi.

“Main galat tha. Phone bag mein tha. Match khatam hote hi dekha. Tu gusse mein hai, samajh raha hoon.”

Woh hans nahi. “Samajh raha hai? Kal raat maine kaha tha Sunday sirf hamara hai. Tu doston ke saath pitch par tha. Main yahan aayi, chai thandi ho gayi, phir bhi intezaar kiya.”

“Isliye tu ja rahi hai? Bina baat khatam kiye?”

Latch thoda dhila hua. “Baat khatam hai. Main apne ghar jaungi. Tera flat, tere dost, tera cricket.”

“Neelam.” Maine naam aahista liya. “Agar tu abhi nikli to yeh adhoora reh jayega. Main nahi chahta ki tu aise jaaye.”

Woh darwaze se ek kadam andar aayi, chappal abhi bhi pehne hue. “Tu chahta kya hai? Maafi? Ya sirf yeh ki main yahin khadi rahu taaki tera guilt kam ho?”

“Main chahta hoon tu ruke. Guilt ke liye nahi. Kyunki main tujhe gusse mein bhi yahan dekhna chahta hoon, bahar nahi.”

Uske kandhon ne ek baar utar-chadhav kiya. Bahar se koi scooter guzra. Hindustan bhar mein aise hi chhote jhagde shaam ko uthte honge, par is kamre mein sirf hamari saansein tez thi.

“Main rukungi. Paanch nahi. Itni der jitni mujhe lagti hai. Phir main khud chali jaungi. Tu rokna mat.”

Yeh uska faisla tha. Latch chhut gaya. Usne chappal nikaal kar side mein marorin se rakhi, jaise abhi bhi nikalne ka rasta saaf rakhna ho.

Woh palat kar ruki, jaane se pehle

Do kadam ke faasle par khade khade hum dono saans bhar rahe the. Gusse ki garmi ab uski gardan tak utar aayi thi. Main haath nahi badhaya. Woh khud aage aayi.

“Itna bhi nahi ki ek din mere liye chhod de.” Uski ungliyan meri t-shirt ke kapde mein ghus gayi. “Ab bol, tu mujhe yahan rakhna chahta hai ya sirf baat ko lamba karna?”

“Rakhna chahta hoon. Abhi.”

Usne meri t-shirt kheench kar mujhe apne kareeb kiya aur muh laga diya. Pehla kiss daant se bhari hui maafi jaisa tha. Doosra dheema pada, phir tez. Uski jeeb meri jeeb se takrai, aur maine uski kamar pakad li.

Kurti ke neeche uski skin garm thi. Main pallu hata kar uski peeth par haath pherne laga. Usne meri gardan par saans chhodi, phir kaan ke kareeb bola, “Haan. Abhi. Rukna mat.”

Utna kaafi tha. Main uski jeans ki button kholne laga, woh meri t-shirt upar ko kheench rahi thi. Hum deewar se hat kar sofa ke kinare aaye, phir palang ki taraf ladkhadaate hue chale. Pankha wahi tez ghoom raha tha, neeche TV ki murli kisi padosi ke ghar se aa rahi thi.

Palang par baithte hi usne jeans ke neeche se apne pair nikaale. Main ghutno ke bal utra, uski panties side ko sarkaai, aur uski chut par muh rakh diya. Woh geeli thi, gusse ke baad bhi taiyar. Meri jeeb uski fold par ghumi to uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayi.

“Ah, wahan. Theek wahan.” Uski aankhen band thi, honth khule. Main do ungliyan uski chut mein dheere daal kar bahar nikaalta raha, jeeb clitoris par tikaye. Uski thighs meri kaanon ke dono taraf kaanp rahi thi.

Thodi der baad usne mera sar upar khincha. “Andar aa. Kapde poore utar.”

T-shirt, shorts, underwear, sab farsh par giri. Uski kurti aur bra bhi nikal chuke the. Uske nipples tight the, thandi hawa aur mere muh dono se. Main unhe chusta raha jab tak woh mere lund ko apne haath mein le kar upar neeche na karne lagi.

Mera lund uski mutthi mein bhari hui garmi jaisa tha. Usne sir jhuka kar ek baar chata, jeeb se sira saaf kiya, phir palang par let gayi aur taange kholi. “Ab. Der mat kar.”

Main uske upar aaya, lund uski chut ke muh par tehra. Ek dhakka, phir doosra. Woh itni geeli thi ki andar jaana asaan ho gaya, phir bhi tight. Uski kamar meri taraf uthi, nails meri peeth par lage.

Pehle strokes lambe the. Main nikalta, rukta, phir poora baitha. Har baar uski saans toot’ti. “Aur tez. Mujhe mehsoos karna hai ki tu yahan hai, pitch par nahi.”

Uske shabd ne mujhe andar tak kheench liya. Maine taang uske kandhe par chadhai, angle badla, aur tez choda. Palang ki dibiya halki si chhinkne lagi. Uski chut mera lund ko pakad kar nichod rahi thi, geeli awaaz kamre mein phail rahi thi.

Beech beech mein woh meri kamar pakad kar rok’ti, khud upar se milti, phir chhod deti. “Aur gehra. Haan, wahi.” Main uske nipples ko daant se halka kaatta, to uski chut ek baar zor se sikud gayi.

Jo darmiyan mein toot chuka tha

Gussa ab bhi uski aankhon mein tha, lekin uske honth mere honth dhoondh rahe the. Hum palat gaye. Woh upar baithi, meri chhati par haath rakh kar mera lund par baith gayi. Pehli baar poora lene par uski aankhen khul gayi, muh se ek moti saans nikli.

Uski thighs mere sides par kasi hui thi. Woh khud uth’ti girti, chhati meri taraf jhukti, baal mere muh par girte. Main uski kamar tham kar uske rhythm ke saath choda, kabhi ruk kar sirf andar dabaye rakha.

“Tu mujhe ignore karega phir, to main aise nahi aaungi.” Uski awaaz tooti hui thi, par jumla saaf tha. “Abhi tu nikal mat.”

Main nahi nikla. Uske boobs mere haath mein bhar aaye, main unhe dabata raha jab woh tez baithne lagi. Uski chut se pani meri jaangh tak behne laga. Kamre ki roshni dim thi, sirf balcony ke paas wala tubelight jhalak raha tha.

Jab uski taange kaanpne lagi, maine uska ek haath apni chhati se hata kar uski chut ke upar rakh diya. Uski ungli khud ke clitoris par ghumi, mera lund andar kaam karti rahi. Woh ek dum se jhuk gayi, daant mere kandhon ki skin par pade, aur uski chut mera lund ko itna kas ke pakda ki main bhi bas bas karke ruka.

“Main aa rahi hoon. Mat ruk.”

Uske orgasm ke dauran main tez choda, chhote chhote dhakke, uski geeli diwar ke against. Uski awaaz dabi hui nikalti rahi, phir ek lambi saans le kar woh meri chhati par gir gayi. Main abhi hard tha, andar hi.

Thodi der saans milane ke baad usne mujhe palat diya. Main uske peeche se aaya, uski kamar uthai, aur peeche se uski chut mein lund daal diya. Is angle par woh aur bhi tight lagi. Har dhakke par uski gaand meri pet se takrati, uske baal peeth par bikhar jaate.

“Aur pakad. Meri kamar.” Maine uski kamar dono haath se pakdi, ungliyan uski pet par phailayi, aur tez pace liya. Farsh par kapde pade the, chappal darwaze ke kareeb wahi thi jahan usne rakhi thi.

Woh muh palang ke gaddhe mein gaad kar awaaz daba rahi thi, kabhi kabhi meri taraf munh karke dekhti. Uski aankhen ab gusse se kam, bhari hui thi. Main jhuka, uske kaan ke peeche chuma, phir uski chut mein aur gehra utar gaya.

Jab meri tarang kareeb aayi, maine nikaal kar lund uski kamar ke neeche, uski peeth ke nichi hisse par rakh di. Woh palat kar haath se pakad’ti, do-teen jhatke, aur mera pani uski pet aur apni mutthi par gir gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Palang par hum akele pade rahe, pankha wahi ghoomta raha. Usne meri chhati par ungli ghumai, par koi lamba jumla nahi kaha. Maine uske maathe se paseena ponchha. Uski thighs ab bhi halki kaanp rahi thi.

“Paani la.” Itna hi kaha usne. Main uth kar glass laya, usne do ghoont liye, baaki mere haath mein thaam diya. Kapdon ki taraf uski nazar pehle hi chali gayi thi.

Usne scooter bahar nikaal liya

Kurti usne ulat-pulat pehni, bra skip kiya, jeans ki button jaldi lagayi. Dupatta kandhe par asani se daala, jaise shaam ke shuru ka gussa ab kapdon ke neeche chipa ho. Main shorts pehen kar darwaze ke kareeb khada raha, kuch rokne wala jumla muh tak aaya aur wapas baith gaya. Usne kaha tha, tu rokna mat.

Chappal pehen kar woh latch ki taraf badhi. Palang par ab sirf garam chadar aur hamari gandh thi. Usne ek baar peeche dekha, meri aankhon se takrai, aur sirf itna kaha, “Messages padha kar.”

Darwaza bahar se band hua. Seedhiyon par uske kadam tez utre. Main balcony tak nahi gaya. Neeche scooter ki engine jagi, headlights gali ki deewar par khele, aur woh nikal gayi. Cricket ki dupahar ka hisaab usne yahi chhod diya tha, khud nahi ruki.

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