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Roshni ne bazaar jaane se rok kar mere saath sex kiya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Doodh ke bartan tak haath badhate hi Roshni ne meri kalaai pakad li. Main roz itwaar ko seedhiyon se utar kar mohalle ki dukaan se doodh laata tha, aur aaj bhi wahi chhoti si aadat pairon ko darwaze ki taraf ghasit rahi thi.

“Aaj mat ja,” usne kaha. “Pehle yeh bata, tu rukega ya nahi.”

Dehradun ki yeh subah Bharat ke garam maidani shehron se alag thi. Khidki se pahadi hawa aa rahi thi, aur studio flat ke farsh par mera yoga mat abhi bhi bichha hua tha. Roshni ki ungliyan meri kalaai par kasi hui thi, jaise bartan uthana hi gunah ho.

Main bazaar ki taraf jhukne wala tha, lekin uska sawal beech mein aa gaya. Doodh ki ketli neeche rakhne ka matlab tha ki meri roz ki line toot jayegi. Rukne ka matlab tha ki kal raat wala adhoora sa chumban ab sirf hawa mein nahi rahega.

“Agar main ruka, to wapas aadat mein nahi jaunga,” maine kaha.

“Isliye to pooch rahi hoon,” Roshni boli. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, gusse mein nahi, ek seedhe intezar mein. “Haath chhod doon?”

Maine uska haath apni kalaai par dabaye rakha. “Nahi. Main yahin rukta hoon.”

Bartan sink ke kinare rakhte hi kamre ka wazan badal gaya. Woh ab bhi pajama aur dhili cotton kurti mein thi, baal kandhon par khule. Main baniyan aur shorts mein tha, paseena surya namaskar ke baad sukh raha tha. Itwaar ka doodh ab kisi aur ke zimme tha, ya kisi ke nahi.

Ruka hua bazaar

Roshni ne mat ke kone se meri bottle uthayi, sip liya, phir bottle wapas rakh di. Itna chhota kaam bhi usne is tarah kiya jaise faisla ab uske pairon ke neeche ho. Main khidki ke paas khada raha, neeche gali mein sabzi wali ki awaaz aa rahi thi, lekin pair nahi hile.

“Kal raat tune munh pher liya tha,” usne kaha. “Aaj bhi pher sakta hai.”

“Aaj nahi pherunga.”

Woh mere paas aayi aur meri baniyan ki patti ko ungli se chhua. Hindustan ke is pahadi kone mein itni khamoshi kam milti hai. Niche koi horn bajaa, phir khamoshi laut aayi. Roshni ka chehra itna kareeb tha ki uski saans meri gardan par padi.

Usne pehle honth lagaye, halke se, jaise check kar rahi ho ki main sach mein ruka hoon. Maine jawaab mein uske honth dabaye. Chumban gehra hua, daanton ke kinare tak. Uski kurti ke neeche meri hatheli uski kamar par rakh di, aur usne meri shorts ki nali ke andar ungli ghusayi nahi, sirf kamar ke elastic ko kheencha.

“Yahin,” usne mat ki taraf sir hilaya. “Bed nahi. Tu wahan sochne lagega.”

Hum dono mat par girte girte baithe. Roshni ne kurti upar se nikaal di, uske neeche koi bra nahi thi, sirf garam chamdi aur thandi hawa. Maine uske nipples ko munh mein liya, pehle dayein, phir bayein, aur uski ungliyan mere baal mein phans gayin. Uski aankhen band thi, lekin gale se jo awaaz nikli woh saaf thi.

“Aur neeche,” usne kaha.

Maine pajama ki nada kholi. Kapda uski thighs se sarak kar mat ke kinare atak gaya. Uski chut par halka baal tha, geela nishan pehle se. Meri ungliyon ne uski fold ko khola, beech ki nami ko mahsoos kiya, aur do ungliyan dheere andar gayin. Roshni ne meri gardan pakad li, kamar uthayi, aur mere kaan ke paas bas itna kaha, “Ab ruk mat.”

Main uske upar jhuka, shorts ke saath underwear bhi utar di. Mera lund uski pet par laga, garam, aur usne haath se pakad kar apni chut ke muh par ragda. Itna tez nahi ki dard ho, bas itna ki dono ko pata chale ki ab wapas doodh wali line nahi bachi.

Mat par dono ki marzi

Usne apna ek taang mere kamar ke peeche lapeta. Main andar gaya, pehle sirf sir, phir aur gehra. Uski chut ne kasa, phir chhoda, phir kasa. Roshni ki lambi saans meri baanh par toot i. Maine ruk kar uska chehra dekha. Woh muskura nahi rahi thi, sirf nod kar rahi thi, jaise bazaar ka sawal ab band ho chuka ho.

Dhakka dheere shuru hua. Mat ne farsh par siskari, khidki ke parde hilte rahe. Main uski thighs ko khola rakha, uske kandhon ko mat se nahi uthne diya. Har dhakke par uski chut se geeli awaaz aati, aur woh apna honth kaat leti. Kabhi kabhi meri baniyan ko pakad kar mujhe aur andar kheechti.

“Sahil,” usne mera naam liya, tez nahi, lekin saaf. “Idhar dekh.”

Maine dekha. Uski aankhen khuli thi. Is baar koi sharmili muskaan nahi thi. Sirf woh hi request jo subah bartan ke paas thi, ab shareer ki bhasha mein. Main tez hua. Uski chut aur geeli ho gayi, meri ungliyon ne uski clit ko gol mein sahlaaya, aur uski kamar uchhli.

Woh meri kamar ke neeche haath le gayi, mere lund ke jis hisse ko bahar milta tha use geela kiya, phir wapas guide kiya. Hum akele the, door ke peeche koi nahi tha, lekin phir bhi uski awaaz dabakar nikalti. Main uske gale par munh rakh kar choda, uski saans meri saans se takrati rahi.

Thodi der baad usne mujhe dhakka dekar upar kiya, khud ko palat kar haathon aur ghutnon par aa gayi. Kurti ab mat ke dusre kone par thi. Uski peeth par pasina ki lakeer thi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, peeche se andar ghusa, aur is angle par uski chut aur gehli lagi. Pehle dhakke par usne mat ko pakad liya. Doosre par mera naam ki jagah bas ek gahri saans nikli.

Maine uske baal ek haath se hataye, gardan dikhai, honth wahan lagaye. Dusra haath uski chut ke aage se ghuma kar clit par raha. Roshni peeche ko dhakka dene lagi, meri rhythm ko apni rhythm se milati. Kabhi rukti, jaise maze ko lambe karna chahti ho, kabhi jaldi maangti.

“Yahin rakh,” usne kaha, matlab mera haath uski clit par. “Ab nikal mat.”

Main nahi nikla. Lund uski chut ke andar hi raha, chhote chhote dhakke, aur ungliyan tez. Uski thighs kaanpne lagi. Mat ke kinare uski mutthi jaam ho gayi. Jab woh aayi to uski awaaz ko usne apne hi bazu mein daba liya, lekin andar se jo kasawat hui usne mujhe bhi kheencha. Main ruka, uske andar hi, uski lehar guzarne di.

Usne saans sambhali, phir peeche mud kar meri taraf dekha. “Ab tu.”

Maine use wapas peeth ke bal kiya. Uski taangein meri kamar ke dono taraf khuli. Is baar dhakke gahre the, kam shabd the. Uski chut ab bhi kasti thi, geeli thi, har baar pura lund leti. Meri saans baniyan ke kapde se atak rahi thi, isliye maine baniyan bhi utar kar ek kone par phenk di. Nanga jism khidki ki thandi hawa se kaanpa, phir uski garam pet se chipak gaya.

Roshni ne mera chehra pakad kar chuma, jeeb se, phir mere kaan ke paas bas saans chhodi. Main tez hua, uski chut ki nami meri janghon tak aa rahi thi. Jab main aaya to andar hi aaya, uski kamar ko apni taraf kase rakha, aur uski aankhen meri aankhon par thi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Mat ke neeche farsh thanda tha, upar hum garam.

Thodi der hum aise hi pade rahe. Mera lund dheere bahar aaya, uski chut se geela nishan mat par faila. Roshni ne apna haath wahan rakha, jaise khud ko check kar rahi ho, phir meri chhati par haath rakh kar let gayi. Koi badi baat nahi kahi. Sirf uski ungli meri chhati ke baal mein ghumti rahi.

Main uske kandhon ko sahlaata raha. Uski kurti door thi, pajama ek taang se latak raha tha. Mere shorts pairon ke paas the. Itwaar ki dhoop ab farsh ke beech tak aa chuki thi, doodh ka bartan sink par waisi hi jagah tha jahan maine chhoda tha.

“Pyaas lagi hai?” maine poocha.

“Baad mein,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz ab bhi bhari thi. “Pehle utho mat.”

Do minute aur pade rahe. Uske baal mere munh par aa rahe the. Main unhe hatata, woh wapas aa jaate. Yeh wahi aurat thi jo kal raat sofa par soyi thi, jo meri kitab nahi, meri aadat todne aayi thi. Ab uski nangi kamar meri baanh mein thi, aur bazaar ab bhi neeche wait kar raha tha.

Jab uski saans seedhi hui to usne meri chhati se sar uthaya. Maine socha woh wapas chumban karegi, lekin usne sirf mere honth ke kone ko chhua aur uth baithi. Kapde dhoondne lagi, pehle pajama, phir kurti. Bra aaj bhi nahi thi. Kurti pehente hue uski thighs par meri ungliyon ke nishan gehre nahi the, bas halka laal.

Uske jaane ke baad

Roshni ne baal bandhe, jute pehne, phir sink ki taraf gayi. Doodh ka bartan uthaya jaise wahi asal kaam ho. Main mat par hi baitha raha, ab bhi nanga, shorts ko pair tak kheenchta hua.

“Main le aati hoon,” usne kaha. “Tu aaj ki line mat pakad.”

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Woh darwaze tak gayi, mud kar dekha, aur is baar muskurayi, chhoti si. Phir seedhiyon ki taraf nikal gayi. Bartan uske haath mein tha, meri roz ki subah uske saath utar rahi thi.

Khidki ke paas jaakar neeche jhanka. Roshni gali ke mod tak gayi, doodhwale ki dukaan ki taraf, Dehradun ki us purani pattri par jahan main har itwaar khud jaata tha. Main shorts pehen kar wahi khada raha. Mat peeche gila tha, kamra waisa hi tha, lekin bazaar ab meri aadat nahi rahi.

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