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Print pic dekhte hue Diya ke saath ghar par sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Diya ke haath se nikal kar woh print table par giri, aur maine jhuk kar use uthaya. Paper abhi bhi thoda garm tha, jaise market se abhi kat ke aaya ho.

Us print mein Diya meri god mein baithi thi, kurta ka upar ka button khula, meri shirt ke neeche uska haath. Sham ka light terrace ki jaali se aa raha tha. Yeh wahi pic thi jiske baare mein kal humne kaha tha ki ise daba ke rakhna.

“Yeh yahan kyon khuli padi hai?” meri awaaz sookhi nikli.

Diya ne aaine ke saamne kaan ki bali lagani band kar di. “Reema neeche chai pe bulayi hai. Main taiyar ho rahi thi. Drawer khola to yeh nikal aayi.”

Maine print ko dono ungliyon se pakda. “Kal tune kaha tha ki yeh pic kisi ko nahi dikhegi. Hum isko haath bhi nahi lagenge jab tak Reema ki mehfil khatam na ho.”

Woh meri taraf ghumi. Uski aankhen tez thin. “Maine yeh nahi kaha ki main tujhe nahi chahati. Maine kaha tha logon ke beech sharm na aaye. Tu samajh baitha ki main sharma rahi hoon tujhse.”

Wada aur woh print

Rajkot jaise Hindustan ke is sukhe shehar ki shaam tez dhal rahi thi. Neeche aangan mein already cups ki khanak aa rahi thi, Reema ke rishtedar wait kar rahe honge. Hum dono isi building ke is chhote flat mein the, aur beech mein sirf woh print thi.

Diya ne do kadam aage liye aur mere haath se pic nikal li. “Main subah market gayi thi. Phone se yahi print nikalwaya. Agar mujhe sharm aati, to main ise ghar nahi lati.”

Mera gala sukha pada. “To tu neeche jaane se pehle yeh table par kyon chhod gayi? Main sochta raha ki tu chahti hai yeh pal palat jaye.”

“Kyunki tu kal raat munh pher ke so gaya,” usne kaha, awaaz mein gussa nahi, thakan thi. “Reema ki chai ek wada hai, tera munh pherna doosra. Dono ek nahi hain.”

Print uski ungliyon ke beech jhuk rahi thi. Usme uski thighs meri jeans par khuli thin, uske baal mere kandhe par. Woh tasveer jhoothi nahi thi. Jhooth sirf yeh tha ki maine use sharm samajh liya.

Diya ne pic ko sofa ki peeth par rakh diya, chehra neeche nahi kiya. “Agar tu ab bhi sochta hai ki main sirf neeche chai ke liye saj rahi hoon, to bol de. Main kurta pehen ke nikal jaungi.”

Maine uska kalaai pakda, zor se nahi. “Mat ja. Pehle yeh.”

Woh ruk gayi, meri aankhon mein dekhi, aur boli, “Agar tum bhi chahte ho to aaj yahin. Main neeche baad mein jaungi.”

Maine sir hilaya. Itna kaafi tha. Uski ungliyan meri shirt ke pehle button par aa gayin, aur button khula. Doosra bhi. Reema ki awaaz neeche kisi ko naam se pukaar rahi thi, par yahan sirf kapdon ki hush aayi.

Diya ka cotton kurta cream rang ka tha, chai ke liye socha hua. Uske neeche chhota blouse, phir meri hathon ki garmi. Maine kurta upar kiya, usne haath khade kiye, aur kapda sofa ke kinaare atak gaya. Blouse ke hook maine halke se khole. Uski chhatiyaan saans ke saath uthin, meri hatheli unke neeche ruki.

“Der ho rahi hai,” usne kaha, lekin kadam peeche nahi liye.

“To jaldi nahi, saaf,” maine jawab diya, aur uski gardan par munh rakha. Uski khushbu soap aur thodi si sindoor jaisi thi, jo usne aaine ke saamne lagayi thi. Main uski kamar tak utra, leggings ki elastic ko ungli se khincha. Woh khud jhuk kar unhe ghutnon tak laayi, phir ek pair se nikaal kar pair ke paas gira diya.

Underwear geeli thi. Maine usko side se sarkaaya, uski chut par ungli feri. Woh meri shirt ke bache hue button kholti rahi, meri jeans ki zip neeche ki. Mera lund uski mutthi mein aaya to usne daba ke rakha, naate hue nahi, pakad ke.

Sofa chhota tha. Diya pehle baithi, phir let gayi, ek taang sofa ki peeth par, doosri meri kamar ke peeche. Print uske sar ke upar ab bhi seedhi thi, jaise koi teesra nahi, bas hamari hi tasveer dekh rahi ho.

Photo dekhte hi sab khul gaya

Maine jeans aur underwear ek saath utaare. Nanga hokar uske beech aaya. Uski aankhen pic se meri taraf aayin. “Kal tu yahi dekh ke chup ho gaya tha. Aaj dekh ke andar aa.”

Main uski chut par lund rakh ke ruka, sirf itna ki geelapan lage. Phir dheere andar gaya. Woh tang thi pehle dhakke par, saans atki, phir khuli. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gaddi daba rahi thin. Maine kamar jhukayi, uska ek nipple munh mein liya, aur doosra dhakka poora diya.

Diya ne meri gardan ke peeche muh lagaya. “Aur. Bas yahi. Neeche mat soch.”

Maine uski thighs kholin, uski kamar pakdi, aur choda. Sofa ki spring ne ek baar aawaz ki, phir hum us rhythm mein dhal gaye jo pic mein bhi tha, bas ab garmi asli thi. Uski chut mera lund ko kheenchti thi, chhodti thi. Main tez nahi hua turant. Pehle lamba, phir thoda tez, jab uski aankhen band huin.

Beech mein usne mera chehra pakda. “Tu yeh samajh raha tha na ki print nikalwa ke main tujhe rokna chahti thi.”

“Haan,” maine kaha, saans toot ke. “Laga tu pachhta rahi hai.”

“Pachhtawa hota to market se kaagaz na aata.” Uski awaaz kapti thi, lekin jumla saaf tha. Maine is baar gehra choda, itna ki uski taang meri kamar par kasti. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, awaaz bhi aa rahi thi, geeli aur chhoti.

Neeche kisi ne ghanti bajayi, door ki, building ki. Hum dono ek pal rukhe. Phir Diya ne mere lund ko andar hi pakad ke rakha, nails meri peeth par. “Woh Reema ka gate nahi, doosri floor hai. Hat mat.”

Maine hataya nahi. Ulta uski ek taang kandhe tak uthayi, taaki lund poora baith jaye. Uski aankhen khulin, munh se ek awaaz nikli jo dabi hui thi. Main uski chut mein hilta raha, kabhi ruk kar uski clit par ungli ghisata, kabhi dono haath uske kandhon ke peeche de kar poora vajan deta.

Diya ke baal sofa ke cushion par phail gaye. Cream kurta ab floor par tha, blouse uske neeche. Meri shirt ek bazu se latak rahi thi. Hum akele the is kamre mein, India ke is chhote flat ki deewar ke peeche shaam ki awaazen thi, par beech ka fassla khatam ho chuka tha.

Usne mujhe neeche khincha, chuma, daant se mera honth kaata. “Palat.”

Main let gaya, woh upar aa gayi. Print ab uske kandhe ke peeche dikh rahi thi, wahi pose, wahi khuli thighs, farq itna ki ab uska lund ke upar baithna ghumta hua tha. Usne apna ek haath mere seene par rakha, doosre se apni chut khol ke mujhe andar liya. Pehle to ruk kar aadi, phir poora.

Uski kamar gol ghumti. Main neeche se uthata, uski chhatiyaan meri hatheliyon mein bhar jaati. Paseena uski gardan par tha. Maine jeebh se chaata. Woh hans di, phir woh hansi toot ke moan ban gayi jab maine kalai pakad ke use neeche mara.

“Kabir,” usne naam liya, pehli baar aaj. “Yahi rakh. Bahar mat nikal.”

Maine nahi nikala. Uski chut mera lund ko nichod rahi thi, geeli, garam. Usne apni clit par khud ungli rakhi, meri ungli ke saath. Do no ki saansein phooli hui thi. Sofa ki ek cushion giri, kisi ne uthayi nahi.

Woh jhuki, mere seene se lag kar hilti rahi, chhoti chhoti, phir lambe. Main uski kamar dono hathon se pakde raha, taaki rhythm tutne na paye. Jab uska sharir kasne laga, maine tez kiya, chhota amplitude, gehra. Diya ki awaaz dabi, daant meri skin par, aur uski chut spasm mein bandhui. Geelapan meri jangh tak aaya.

Uske baad bhi woh upar thi, kampati. Maine use side kiya, peeche se lagaya, ek taang uthake. Ab bhi andar tha. Uski aankhen band thin, munh khula. Maine uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Ab sharm nahi.”

“Ab nahi,” usne kaha, aur peeche dhakka diya, khud lete hue. Main choda, tez, kyunki uska climax abhi halke se chal raha tha, aur mera kareeb tha. Uski chut sloppy ho chuki thi, awaaz bhi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, aakhri dhakke diye, aur andar hi jhad gaya, lamba, kas ke. Uski ungliyan meri jangh par gaddi dabaaye rahi jab tak main khaali nahi hua.

Dono ek hi sofa par gir ke pade rahe. Uski saans meri chhati par lag rahi thi. Print ab bhi seedhi thi, bas thodi tiri chuki thi. Diya ne haath badha ke use seedha kiya, jaise koi asbab sambhalte. Phir meri ungliyon mein ungli daali.

“Reema wait karegi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Par yeh pic table par nahi rahegi.”

Maine uske baal seene se hataaye. “Tu ja rahi hai.”

“Ja rahi hoon. Wada wada hai. Sex alag tha. Dono ko milaake mat rakh.” Uski awaaz mein ab gussa nahi tha, faisla tha. “Tu yahin so, ya paani pi. Main make-up nahi dohraungi. Chehra aisa hi jaane de.”

Woh uth khadi hui. Leggings pehne, underwear skip kiya, kurta sir ke upar se daala. Blouse usne bagal mein rakha, jaldi mein hook nahi lagaye, sirf kurta ke neeche chhupa liya. Meri cum uski thighs par thodi chamak rahi thi. Usne tissue nahi liya. Kurta neeche kheench ke dhak diya.

Neeche utar gayi

Diya ne print uthaya, ek baar dekha, phir use kurta ke andar, chhati se laga ke rakh diya. Kapde ke upar se kaagaz ki kor nahi dikhi. Usne chappal pehne, aaine mein nahi dekha.

Darwaze par ruk kar boli, “Chai thandi ho rahi hogi. Main kehti hoon lift kharab hai, isliye late hui.”

Latch usne bahar se band ki. Seedhiyon par uske chappal ki ek-ek thap sunai di, neeche ghat ti hui, phir Reema ki hasi se mil gayi. Sofa par meri shirt ab bhi latki thi, aur table khaali thi.

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