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Bhavna bazaar nikalte ruki, phir kitchen se bedroom tak sex hua

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Bhavna ne left pair ko brown chappal ke andar dhasaya aur stove ki taraf peeth ghumayi, jaise sabzi wale bazaar nikalna pakka ho chuka ho. Yellow kameez pasine se patli pad chuki thi, white salwar ghutnon ke paas sili hui. Main sink ke paas khada raha, dal wala chammach abhi bhi meri ungliyon mein tha.

“Ab main nikal rahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin kadam darwaze tak nahi gaye. Dupatta uske kandhon se sarak kar uski kamar ke paas atak gaya.

Visakhapatnam ki dopehar bahar tapak rahi thi. India ke is samundar kinare shehar mein hawa bhi namak si lagti hai, aur kitchen ki khidki se wo namak andar aa raha tha. Chammach rakhne hi wala tha main, kyunki namak theek tha, dal gal chuki thi.

“Sameer.” Mera naam uske muh se aisa nikla jaise list tut gaya ho. “Jaane ke liye taiyar nahi hoon. Tumhe sirf taste karane nahi bulaya.”

Chappal ka right pair ab bhi adhura tha. Left pair mein pair dhasa hua, right haath darwaze ki frame par. Woh ruk gayi, saans tez ho gayi, uski aankhen mere chehre par tikin.

“Matlab?” maine poocha, awaaz zyada oonchi nahi ki.

“Matlab yeh ki pichhle hafte seedhi par jo hua, usko main bazaar jaake thanda nahi karna chahti. Mujhe tum chahiye. Abhi.” Seedhi baat, uske andaaz mein koi gol gol ghumav nahi tha. “Agar tum nahi chahte to chammach dho ke nikal jaana.”

Chammach sink par rakh diya. Koi lambi guarantee nahi di, sirf uske kareeb chala gaya. Uska haath mere t-shirt ke kine par pada, ungliyan kapde ko masalti huin. Main uski kamar par haath rakh kar ruk gaya, intezaar ki tarah nahi, jawab ki tarah.

“Haan,” usne kaha, aur left pair se chappal ko thel kar nikaal diya. Doosri chappal khud hi latak ke giri. “Yahin raho.”

Nikalte kadam ruke

Pehla kiss tez tha, meetha nahi. Uski honthon par namak aur elaichi dono the. Fridge ki thandi diwar meri peeth se lagi, uski thighs meri jeans se ragad kha rahi thin. Yellow kameez ka button upar wala pehle khula, doosra usne khud hi jhatke se nikaala.

White bra ke upar pasina chamak raha tha. Maine uski chuchi ko kapde ke upar se dabaaya to uski saans meri gardan par garmi banke giri. “Ahista mat karo,” usne kaha. “Main bazaar ke liye nahi ruki thi ki tum socho socho.”

Salwar ki nada meri ungliyon mein ulajh gayi, phir khul gayi. Kapda ghutnon tak utra, uski geeli chut par sadi hui panty dikhi. Haath andar gaya to ungliyan turant chipak gayin. Woh mere kandhe ko kaatne layak dabane lagi, lekin daant nahi gade, sirf saans.

Jeans ka button maine khud khola. Mera lund kapde ke andar pehle se tight tha, nikalte hi uski hatheli us par aa gayi. Halke se nahi, pakad ke. “Itna soch ke mat khade raho,” usne kaha. “Kitchen mein hi karo.”

Counter ki kinaari uski kamar ke peeche aa gayi. Panty ko side ko sarkaaya, meri do ungliyan uski chut mein gayin, geelaap seedha wrist tak. Uski aankhen band thin, muh khula. Main uske seenay par muh rakh kar chuchi ko choosne laga, kameez ab kamar tak ulati hui thi.

“Andar,” usne kaha, ek hi shabd, jaise bazaar ki list ka aakhri item. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga, phir dheere andar gaya. Woh itni geeli thi ki pehla dhakka atka nahi. Uski thighs meri kamar ko lapet ti huin, counter ki kinaari uske neeche kharakti rahi.

Pehle dhakke tez nahi the. Usne meri gardan kheench kar kaha, “Aur.” Phir aur mila. Kitchen ki tile meri slippers ke neeche sardi bhej rahi thi, upar se uski body garm. Main uski gaand ko dono haathon se uthaye rakha, taaki counter ka kone uski peeth na kaate.

Usne meri shirt upar ko sarkaayi, seenay par muh rakh diya. Dant se nahi, honth se. Har dhakke par uski chut kasti, phir chhodti. Main uske baal ki guthli ko muh se hataata, kyunki pasina maathhe se tapak kar hamare beech gir raha tha.

“Yahan khade khade thak jaogi,” maine kaha.

“Thakne se pehle khatam karo.” Uski awaaz mein hasi thi, lekin haath mere lund ke neeche tak jaa kar mere tatte ko daba raha tha. Rukna mushkil ho gaya. Main tez choda, uski chuchi ko ungliyon se masalta, uski geeli chut ki awaaz kitchen ke mixer jitni saaf thi.

Tab tak dal ka cooker apna kaam khud kar raha tha. Hamne use bhool diya tha. Uski saans meri saans se takra rahi thi, aur main soch raha tha ki bazaar ka raasta ab band hai, kam se kam is pal ke liye.

Hindustan ki yeh dhoop wali shaam khidki ke bahar sarak par leti hui thi, rickshaw ki ghunghru si awaaz door se aa rahi thi, lekin andar sirf hamari chamdi ki awaaz thi. Usne meri kamar pakad kar khud ko aur neeche giraaya, taaki lund poora andar chala jaye.

“Yahi,” usne kaha. “Yahi rakho.”

Main rakha. Dhakke ab chhote the, gahre the. Uski chut se paani meri thighs par behne laga. Counter ki kinaari uski gaand ke neeche siski, maine haath neeche kiya aur uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko anguthe se ragda. Woh meri shirt ko itna kheenchti ki silai sunai di.

Phir seeti uthii.

Seeti ke baad bedroom ka rasta

Pehli seeti itni tez thi ki dono ek saath kaampe. Doosri seeti ne dal ka khatra saaf kar diya. Bhavna ki aankhen khulin, meri taraf nahi, stove ki taraf.

“Hat,” usne kaha, lekin gusse mein nahi, dar mein. “Jalega.”

Main nikal aaya, lund geela, jeans ghutnon tak. Usne panty ko theek karne ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Nange paon stove ke paas gayi, cooker ka weight kapde se uthaya, gas band kiya. Bhaap ne uske baal aur uski aankhen dono bhar diye.

Kitchen ab sex wali jagah nahi rahi. Woh jagah ek jalne wale bartan ki tarah garam aur tight ho gayi. Maine jeans upar kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin usne peeche se mera haath pakad liya.

“Yahan nahi. Andar chalo.” Yeh pehle wala faisla nahi tha. Khade khade khatam karne wala rasta toot gaya tha. “Bedroom. Palang par. Gas ke saath nahi.”

Main peeche peeche gaya. Short corridor, left pe bathroom, seedha chhota palang, khidki aadhi khuli, curtain hawa se pet phaile hue. Bhavna ne kameez sir ke upar se utaar phenki, bra ka hook peeche se khola. Salwar poori tarah gir gayi. Panty ko pair se thel kar door kiya.

Palang par let gayi, ghutne khule, uski chut ab bhi chamak rahi thi. “Kapde poore utaro. Mujhe jeans ki zip nahi chahiye.”

T-shirt aur jeans dono neeche gaye. Slippers corridor mein hi reh gaye. Main uski thighs ke beech aaya, muh pehle uski chut par rakha. Zubaan se chiira, phir choosa. Usne mere baal pakad liye, lekin kheencha nahi, bas rakha.

“Ungli bhi,” usne kaha. Do ungliyan andar, zubaan upar. Uski kamar palang se uth ti, girti. Main uski gaand ke neeche haath de kar use apne muh par dabaye rakha. Uski saans ab lambe toddi mein thi, kabhi mera naam ke baghair, kabhi mere naam ke saath.

Jab uski thighs meri kaan ke dono taraf kaanpne lagin, tab maine muh hataya. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par phir laga. Is baar andar jaana naya nahi tha, lekin palang ne sab badal diya. Woh neeche thi, main upar, uske kandhon par meri hatheliyan.

Chodna ab khade wale jhatke jaisa nahi raha. Palang ki chatai kharakti, uski chuchi meri ungliyon ke beech aati. Usne pair meri kamar par sarkaye, aediyan meri gaand par. Har baar jab main poora andar jata, woh muh se ek chhoti si awaaz nikaalti jo kitchen wali seeti se bilkul alag thi.

“Tez karo.” Maine tez kiya. Uski chut kasti gayi, geelaap takiyon tak. Maine uska ek haath pakad kar uski chut ke upar rakh diya. “Khud bhi.” Usne kiya. Ungliyan apni mitti pe, mera lund andar, dono ek saath.

Pasina ab meri kamar se uski thighs par gir raha tha. Khidki se Visakhapatnam ki shaam ki awaaz aa rahi thi, koi radio door se, koi kutte ki bhaunk. Andar sirf palang aur hamari chamdi.

Usne meri peeth naakhon se kheench li. “Main aane wali hoon. Mat nikalna.” Maine nahi nikala. Dhakke chhote, gahre, uski ungliyan apni chut par tez. Jab woh aayi to uski chut ne mera lund itna kasaa ki saans meri bhi atak gayi. Uski aankhen band thin, muh khula, gardan palang ke takiye mein dhas gayi.

Main uske aane ke baad bhi andar raha, lekin ab meri bhi hadh paas thi. Usne pair nahi hataye. “Tum bhi. Andar.” Yeh hukm jaisa tha, lekin uske haath mere chehre par narm the. Main tez choda, chaar paanch dhakke, phir uski chut ke andar hi nikal aaya. Garmi faili, uski thighs meri kamar ko ab bhi lapete hue thin.

Lambi saans dono ne li. Main uske upar se hat kar bagal mein let gaya. Uski body ab bhi kaanp rahi thi, lekin halki. Ceiling fan ne pasina sookhna shuru kiya. Koi neend nahi aayi, koi badi baat nahi hui.

Usne meri chhati par haath rakha, phir hata liya. “Dal kharab nahi hui na?”

“Band kiya tune. Bach gayi.”

Woh hasi, chhoti si. Palang se uthi, nangi hi corridor ki taraf chali. Main peeche se dekhta raha, uski gaand par meri ungliyon ke nishaan laal the, uske baal peeth par chipke hue.

Chappal wapas rakh di

Kitchen ke darwaze par dono brown chappal ab bhi ulte pade the, ek frame ke paas, ek stove ke raste mein. Bhavna ne unhe uthaya. Pair mein nahi pehna. Plastic rack jo darwaze ke peeche juton ke liye laga tha, usi par dono chappal seedhe karke rakh diye.

Bazaar ka rasta wahi khatam hua. Koi list nahi nikali, koi dupatta nahi liya. Nangi khadi rahi, cooker ke thande weight ko ungli se chhua, phir haath hata liya.

“Aaj bazaar band,” usne kaha, meri taraf peeth kiye bina. “Sabzi kal. Tu jaana chahe to ja, lekin main nahi nikal rahi.”

Main corridor se kitchen ki dehleez tak aaya, ab bhi nanga, lund ab dheela. Usne peeche mud kar dekha, uski aankhen thak kar bhi saaf thin. Fridge ke handle ko pakda, paani ki botal nikaali, do ghoont liye, botal meri taraf badha di.

Maine li. Piya. Botal uske haath mein wapas rakh di. Woh botal ko sink ke paas khada kar ke meri taraf aayi aur mera haath apni kamar par rakh diya, sex ke liye nahi, sirf is liye ki main wahi khada rahoon.

Chappal rack par the. Darwaza band tha. Bazaar bahar hi reh gaya.

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