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Geet ki aakhri line par Kavya ke saath sex

6 min readHindi Sex Stories

Joota ka right lace pakad ke main Kavya ke flat ke darwaze ke paas jhuk gaya. Ahmedabad, India ki is purani society mein neeche koi scooter nikal raha tha, tube ki roshni hall ke sofa par gir rahi thi, aur uske kaale notebook ke panne ab bhi khule the.

“Ruk, Raghav.”

Ek joota bandha tha, dusra dheela. “Practice khatam ho gayi. Kal meri shift subah hai.”

Kavya notebook seene se sataye khadi thi. Cotton ka kurta ghutnon tak, jeans ki zip band, khule baal. “Aakhri pad tere baare mein hai. Main nahi chahti tu aaj nikal jaye.”

Lace meri ungliyon mein atak gaya. “Yeh geet tha. Hum dono sirf lines milate hain.”

“Lines nahi thi woh.” Do kadam aage aayi woh. “Woh bol tere honth, teri saans, tere haath ke baare mein hain. Main tujhe chahti hoon, isliye keh rahi hoon. Agar tu nahi chahta to ja, lekin jhoot mat bolna ki tujhe samajh nahi aaya.”

Darwaze ki kundi se haath hataya maine. “Agar ruka, to sirf gana nahi hoga.”

Usne meri shirt ke pehle button par ungli rakh di. “Tab bhi ruko. Main ready hoon.”

Alfaaz jo darwaze par ruk gaye

Honth uske mere honthon par aa gaye, tez aur geele. Notebook sofa ke kinare se farsh par gir gaya, panne fail. Uski kamar pakdi maine, kurte ke kapde ke neeche garam chamdi mili. Adhura joota lat se nikal ke side mein dhakel diya, doosra bhi utar gaya.

“Yeh line…” saans ke beech boli Kavya, “main roz dohrati thi aur tujhe nahi batati.”

Munh uske gale par rakha. Namak aur attar mila. Kurte ke neeche haath ghusaya to bra ki patti ungli ko atki. Usne khud peeche se hook khol diya, kapda dheela pad gaya. Meri shirt ke baaki button uski ungliyon ne khole, kapda kandhon se utra, main nanga toh nahi tha lekin chhati khuli thi.

Jeans ki zip usne khud khinchi. Main ne uski jeans ki button kholi, kapda kamar se neeche sarakaya. Woh sofa ke kinare baith gayi, panties abhi thi, sadi hui cotton. Mere knickers ke upar uska haath ruka, phir andar ghus kar mera lund pakda, jo pehle se tight tha.

“Itna jaldi?” hans diya maine, awaaz bhari.

“Jaldi nahi. Mahinon se.” Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, black liner thoda faila. “Ab gaana mat dohra. Mujhe chodo.”

Panties uski thighs se utar ke farsh par girin. Main knickers khol ke side kiya. Sofa ke kinare uski taangein khulin, uski chut geeli dikh rahi thi, baal chhote rakhe hue. Apna ek haath uski thighs par rakha, doosri ungli uski chut ke upar phirli, phir andar daali. Woh jhuk ke meri gardan kaatne lagi honthon se.

“Andar aa,” uski awaaz kam thi. “Rukna mat ab.”

Lund ko uski chut ke muh par rakh ke dheere dhakka diya. Garam, tight, aur itna geela ke pehla inch asani se ghusa. Kavya ne saans rok ke phir chhodi. Aur andar gaya, uski kamar mere haathon mein kasti rahi. Pura lund uski chut mein baith gaya to dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Sur aur deh ek saath

Pehle dhakke dheere the. Sofa chhota tha, uski peeth cushion se satti, meri khadi hui taangein farsh par. Har dhakke par uski chut ne pakda, chhodha, phir pakda. Kurta ab pet tak utha hua tha, chhati nangi, nipples tight. Munh uski chhati par rakha, choosa, daant nahi lagaye, sirf honth aur jeebh.

“Woh pad…” dhakke ke beech boli, “jo maine likha, ‘tere haath meri raat ka darwaza kholte hain’… ab literally ho raha hai.”

Hansne ki jagah saans phooli. Tez kiya maine. Sofa ki pair ne awaaz di. Uski taangein meri kamar par lapetin. Hindustan ki is garm shaam mein pankha bhi dheela chal raha tha, paseena uske gale se neeche behta, mere seene par bhi chipak raha tha.

Angle badalna pada kyunki sofa ke kinare se pair phisal rahe the. Farsh ke galeez rug par let gayi Kavya, taangein kholi, haath upar. Main uske upar aaya, lund dubara uski chut mein ghusa, is baar gehra. Uski aankhen band huin, muh khula, koi shabd nahi, sirf awaaz.

Meri ungliyon ne uske baal pakde, lekin kheencha nahi, sirf sambhala. Uska haath mere kandhe se neeche, meri peeth par, nakhun halki line khichte. Dhakke ab mil ke the, na gin pa raha tha. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, tez. Lund pura nikal ke dubara andar jata, uski kamar uth ke milti.

“Yahan… haan, yahi.” Do shabd uske munh se nikal. Main usi jagah tik gaya, chhota circle, dabaye rakha. Uski taangein kaanpne lagin. Uski chut ne baar baar sikoda, itna ki meri saans atak gayi. Woh aa gayi, pet tight, awaaz dabi hui, pair rug ko masalte. Maine ruk ke usko nibhaya, phir khud ki raftaar li.

Lund aur gehra gaya. Kavya ne meri gardan pakdi. “Nikal ke mat kar. Andar nahi, pet par.”

Samajh gaya. Tez dhakke, paanch-che, phir lund khinch ke uske pet par rakh diya. Cum nikal ke uski naabhi ke around faila, garam, chipchipa. Woh dekh ke hans di, thaki hui, khush. Main uske bagal mein let gaya, dono nange, pankhe ki hawa ab thandi lag rahi thi.

Pet uska ponchhne ke liye meri shirt ka kone use kiya, jo sofa se latak raha tha. Koi badi safai nahi, sirf itna ke chipke na. Uski aankhen ceiling par thin, phir meri taraf mudin.

“Geet ab jhooth nahi lagega,” boli. “Kal stage par bhi yahi pad gaungi, lekin tujhe pata hoga matlab.”

Main kuch romantic speech nahi diya. Sirf uski kamar par haath rakha, jo ab dheeli thi, paseene se chamak rahi thi. “Stage tera kaam hai. Yeh jo abhi hua, alag hai.”

“Alag hi sahi.” Uski ungli mere seene ke baal par ghumi. “Main yeh isliye nahi boli ki tujhe rok ke rakhoon roz. Aaj rukna tha, isliye ruka.”

Joota utar ke raha

Darwaza ab bhi band nahi tha poori tarah, kundi lagi thi lekin lock nahi. Neeche society mein koi awaaz aati rahi, door. Ahmedabad ki raat ab bhari thi, lekin kamre mein sirf hamari saans thi aur notebook ke faille hue panne.

Joota pair ke paas hi pada tha, lace khula. Uthane ke liye haath badha, phir rok diya. Kavya ne woh harkat dekhi. Kuch nahi kaha usne. Main haath wapas kheench ke rug par hi baith gaya, nanga, thaka, lund ab dheela.

Notebook ka ek panna pair se khol diya usne, wohi aakhri pad. Siyah syahi, uski writing tedhi. Maine padha nahi dobara. Sirf itna jaana kaafi tha ke line ab kamre mein jeeti jaagti padh chuki thi, deh ke saath.

“Pani?” usne poocha, uthne ko hui.

“Baad mein.” Main uske bagal hi raha. Joota nahi uthaya. Shirt nahi pehni. Darwaze ki taraf nahi mudha. Kavya wapas let gayi, sar mere bazoo par, kurta ab bhi pet tak utha, neeche nangi.

Concrete choice yahi thi, usi rug par. Kal ki shift ka khayal aaya aur jaane diya. Aakhri lace wahi khuli padhi rahi, aur main us lace ko chhune nahi gaya.

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