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Adhure jhagde ke baad Meher ke saath shemale sex hua

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“Nikal ja yahan se.” Meher ki awaaz mein wohi tez dhar thi jo dopahar se nahi utri thi. Main darwaze ke paas khada tha, joota pehne, haath mein wallet dabaye. Ahmedabad ki Sunday ki dhoop bahar ghum rahi thi, lekin is chhote flat ke andar hawa ruk si gayi thi.

Uske phone par group chat ab bhi screen par tha. Maine ek film ke shemale character par sasta joke daal diya tha, hasi ke liye. Meher ne woh line padhi, phir mujhe dekha jaise main koi ajnabi hoon. Hum pehle bhi is kamre mein mil chuke the, lekin aaj uski aankhen nahi man rahi thi.

“Tu sharminda hai,” usne kaha. “Woh joke mere upar tha, Varun. Main shemale hoon, aur tu doston ke saamne mujhe cartoon bana deta hai.”

Maine muh khola, phir band kar diya. Maafi ki line muh tak aayi aur atak gayi. Jooton ki lace kas chuki thi. Wallet ke kone ungli ko kaat rahe the.

“Main ja raha hoon,” maine kaha. “Tu chill ho, baad mein baat karenge.”

“Baad mein nahi. Agar ab nikal gaya to Sunday ki raat bhi mat aana. Khana maine socha tha, ab sochna chhod.” Meher counter ke paas khadi rahi, kurti ka strap kandhe se thoda sarak aaya, jeans ki zip tak nazar nahi di. Gussa uske honthon ko sakht rakhe hue tha.

Darwaza abhi poora khula tha. Seedhiyon ki garmi andar aa rahi thi. Gujarat, India ke is bade shehar Ahmedabad mein Sunday bhi poori tarah khali nahi hota, neeche scooter ki horn sunai di. Main ek kadam bahar ko badha, phir ruka.

Uski saans tez thi. Mere muh par bhi garmi chipki thi. Joke sasta tha, yeh baat dil mein baith chuki thi, lekin pair abhi bhi nikalne ko tayar the.

“Main rukta hoon,” maine kaha. “Mujhe tu chahiye. Aise, jaise tu hai.”

Meher kuch pal dekhti rahi. Phir usne sir hilaya, chhota sa, jaise imtihan khatam ho. “Phir darwaza band kar. Aur yahin aa.”

Adhura jhagda

Maine darwaza band kiya. Joota ab bhi pehn tha, wallet table par rakh di. Meher ne pehle kadam nahi badhaya, main hi uske kareeb gaya. Uska haath meri shirt ke button par raha, meri ungliyon ne uski kamar pakdi. Humne ek doosre ko chuma, gusse ke baad bhi honth geele the.

Kurti ka kora mere seene se raga. Uske baal mere honth tak aaye, coconut wale oil ki halki khushbu. Maine strap ko aur sarka diya. Uski chhatiyan kapde ke neeche bhari thi, bra ki lace ka nishan garam chamdi par. Meher ne meri jeans ki belt kholi, dheere, jaise ab bhi gussa kaam kar raha ho.

“Dekh mujhe,” usne kaha, meri patti ke kareeb. “Joke ke baad bhi, yahi body hai.”

Uske jeans ke neeche panty tight thi, aur uske upar uska lund pehle se daba hua tha. Main jhuk kar muh se kapde ke upar se dabaya. Meher ki lambi saans nikli. Shirt mere kandhon se utri, uske haath ne meri gardan pakdi.

Hum palang tak palat te gaye, jo usi kamre mein darwaze se dikhta tha. Joota maine raste mein hi nikaala. Meher jeans dhakke se utaar kar palang kinare baithi, kurti sir ke upar se nikaali, bra kholi. Uski chhatiyan khuli, nipple gehre. Beech mein uska lund panty se bahar ko dhakka de raha tha.

Maine panty kheench li. Uska lund khada tha, garam, nasein ubri. Main muh mein liya, chhaati ke neeche se uski thighs mere kandhon se lipat gayin. Meher ne mere baal pakde, lekin jor se nahi, jaise abhi bhi dekh rahi ho ki main bhag to nahi raha.

Galat joke ki sharam muh ke kaam ke neeche dabi, phir pighli. Uska lund meri jeebh par slided nahi, behne laga laraab, garam. Maine honth band kiye, usne halke se kamar uthayi. “Varun,” usne sirf naam liya, uske baad lafz nahi aaye.

Mera lund jeans ke andar dukh raha tha. Meher ne mujhe upar khincha, meri jeans aur underwear ek saath utare. Dono nange palang par aaye, AC ki thandak peeth par, neeche chadar garam. Usne mera lund pakda, muh mein liya, gehra. Main sira uthake uski aankhen dekhta raha. Uski aankhen ab laal nahi, geeli thi.

Phir woh meri tangon ke beech aa gayi. Uska lund meri gaand ke ched par tika. Maine ghutne khol diye. Meher ne thook se geela kiya, ungli ghumayi, dheere. Dard halka sa utra, phir dabav badha. Maine uske kandhon ko kheench liya, ishara kiya ki rukna mat.

Jo awaaz ruk gayi

Woh andar aayi, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do-teen saanson mein. Meri gaand ne uska lund pakda. Meher meri chhati par jhuki, uski chhatiyan mere seene se ragar khati rahi. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Palang ki lakdi halki si chillaayi.

“Aur andar,” maine kaha, awaaz tuti hui. Usne kamar ghumaayi, meri tang uske kandhe par chadh gayi. Har dhakke par meri navel tak jhatka jaata. Uska lund gehra baithta, nikalta, phir baithta. Maine apna ek haath uski chhati par rakha, doosra apne lund par. Woh dekh rahi thi, meri mutthi ko uske dhakkon ke saath milati.

Kamre ki khidki ke parde aadhe the, neeche Ahmedabad ki gali se koi radio chal raha tha. Hum us awaaz se alag the. Meher ne meri gardan kaat kar chuma, daant se nahi, honth se. Gussa ab bhi kahin kandhe mein tha, lekin kamar mein nahi.

Maine use palata. Woh neeche aa gayi, peeth chadar par, uska lund pet par khada. Main uski thighs ke beech baitha, apna lund uski gaand ke kareeb laya. Meher ne khud taangein aur kholin. “Kar,” usne kaha, short, saaf. Main dheere andar gaya, uski kamar uth kar mili. Uski saans meri saans se takraayi.

Is baar uski ungliyan meri peeth par khureen. Main dhakke lagaata raha, uska lund hamare peton ke beech dabta raha, geela. Meher ne apna lund apne haath mein liya, meri raftaar ke saath sahlaaya. Uski aankhen band hueen, khulin, phir meri taraf atkin.

Bharat ke is garm hisse ki dopahar ne bhi hamein nahi roka. Paseena uske gale se neeche behta, maine jeebh se chat liya. Namak aur scent mil kar muh mein baithe. Usne meri kamar pakad kar mujhe aur paas khincha, jaise door rehna ab bhi gussa ho.

Phir woh upar aa gayi, mujhe neeche litaya nahi, letaya. Main let gaya, pair khule. Meher ne phir se apna lund meri gaand mein ghusaaya, is baar tez. Palang ki tokri diwar se lagi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, uske baal mere muh par girne lage. Har dhakka pet ke andar tak jaata, mera lund uske pet se ragad khata, beech mein geela ras.

“Main ab nikalne wala nahi,” maine darmiyan mein kaha, saans ke beech. Meher hans nahi paayi, bas honth se meri honth dabaaye. Uska haath mere lund par tez hua, meri mutthi uske lund ke neeche uski gaand ke kareeb jahan hum jude the.

Woh aur gehra baithi. Meri gaand bhari, dard aur maza ek hi nass par. Maine aankhen band ki, phir kholi, kyunki usne kaha tha dekh. Uski chhatiyan meri thhon par jhul rahi thi, nipple mere honth ko chhoo gaye. Maine ek chhathi muh mein li, daant nahi lagaye, bas jeebh.

Meher ki kamar kasti nahi, kasi hui thi meri taraf. Dhakke chhote hue, gehre hue. Maine apna lund uske haath mein aur zor se dabaaya. Safed girne laga mere pet par, uski mutthi par, uske lund ke neeche. Meri body ki kampan uske dhakke ke neeche doobi.

Usne nikal kar nahi chhoda. Andar hi reh kar uska lund aur sooja, phir usne meri gaand ke andar hi chhod diya, garam lehar. Meher meri chhati par gir gayi, dono ki saansein ab bhi phooli. Uska lund dheere bahar aaya, geela. Hum ek hi chadar par pade rahe, paseena saaf kiye bagair, kuch der sirf saans.

Maine uske maathhe se baal hataaye. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Gussa poora pighla nahi tha, lekin uski ungli meri ungli ke beech thi. Radio neeche ab bhi chal raha tha, kisi purani filmi line par.

“Woh joke delete kar dunga,” maine kaha. Meher ne aankh kholi. “Baad mein. Ab mat nikal us chat par.” Maine sir hilaya. Chat wahi purani thi, naya kuch nahi khola, sirf yeh lafz. Usne meri kalai dabaye rakha, phir chhod diya.

Nikalte waqt

Thodi der baad Meher ne chadar kheench kar seene tak li. Main utha, underwear aur jeans pehne, shirt ke button galat hole mein daale, phir theek kiye. Wallet table par jahan chhoda tha wahi tha. Jacket kursi par ab bhi latak rahi thi, subah se, jab main jhagda leke aaya tha.

Usne mujhe nahi rokha. Main joota pehn kar darwaze tak gaya. Meher palang par hi rahi, ek taang bahar, uska lund ab dhila, seene par haath. Maine socha kuch aur bolun, Sunday ke khane wali baat, lekin muh se sirf yeh nikla, “Main nikalta hoon.”

Usne sirf itna kaha, “Hmm.” Darwaza kholte waqt hawa bahar ki garmi le kar aayi. Maine jacket uthayi kursi se, kandhe par daali, aur bahar nikal gaya. Seedhiyon par maine uski khidki ki taraf dekha nahi. Neeche gali mein Ahmedabad ki dhoop meri geeli gardan par padi, aur peeth peeche lock ki halki clic sunai di.

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