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Anjali ne darzi se fitting chhod kar sex maanga

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Anjali ne meri inch tape ko apni kamar se khincha aur seedhe mere haath mein thama diya. “Yeh nishaan tumhara nahi hai,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein gussa kam, sharm zyada thi.

Main uski peeth ke peeche khada tha, Patna ki us purani gali wali dukaan ke pichhle hisse mein, jahan fitting ke liye ek phata hua curtain latakta tha. Dopahar ke teen baj rahe the. Fan ki hawa garam thi. India ke is hisse mein June ki dhoop baahar sadak ko chipka deti hai, isliye shutter aadha gira hua tha.

Uske kandhon par abhi bhi chalk ke daane chipke the. Blouse adhura tha, sirf lining aur ek side ki silai. Andar se ek purani line saaf dikh rahi thi, jo usne kal raat ghar le jaakar khud kheench li thi. Woh line meri line se do ungli neeche thi, aur kamar se ek inch tight.

Anjali ne curtain ki kani pakdi, phir chhod di. “Main dar gayi thi. Ghar walon ko soch kar maine tumhe seedha gullet bol diya. Par kaatne se pehle maine khud woh gehra gala mark kar diya tha.”

Tape table par rakhte hue maine poocha, “Toh ab kaunsi line pakdun?” Mere honth sukhe the. Uske baal paseene se gale par chipke the.

Usne peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen tez thin. “Woh wali jo maine chhupa ke rakhi. Agar tum bhi chahte ho, to aaj sirf pin mat lagana.”

Maine uski kamar par dono haath rakhe. Kapda itna kam tha ki meri ungliyan seedha uski twacha par padin. Anjali peeche hatti, meri chhati se lagi, aur mere lund ko apni kamar ke neeche mehsoos karke ruki nahi. Usne mera ek haath kheench kar apne breast par rakh diya.

“Yeh bhi fitting ka hissa nahi,” maine kaha, lekin haath hataaya nahi.

“Nahi hai,” Anjali boli. “Aur paisa kal hi de chuki hoon blouse ka. Yeh us hisaab ka hissa nahi.”

Chalk ke peeche chhupi marzi

Uske honth meri gardan par padte hi meri saans atak gayi. Anjali ne meri shirt ke do button khol diye, phir ruki, jaise silai ke dauran sochti hai ki next stitch kahan jayega. Uski ungliyan meri chhati ke baal par phislin, aur usne halki si hansi nikaali.

“Tum roz naapne mein itne seedhe rehte ho. Kal raat jab maine yeh line kheench, tab socha tha tum gussa karoge.”

Gussa nahi aa raha tha. Jo aa raha tha woh aur tez tha. Maine uska mukh ghumaya aur usne chuma, gehra, bina khel ke. Uski jeeb meri jeeb se takrai. Blouse ki adhuri silai uske boobs ke neeche khisakne lagi. Meri hatheli uski naram jild par phisli, nipple ungli ke neeche kathor ho gaya.

Anjali ne apna pallu peeche fenka, jo pehle se hi fitting ke liye ek side bandha tha. Kurta pehle hi nikal chuka tha, stool par pada tha. Ab sirf woh adhura blouse aur petticoat bacha tha. Petticoat ki naada dheeli thi. Maine naada khinchi, kapda uski thighs par girne laga.

Uski chut par halka gila nishan tha, kapde ke andar se. Meri ungli uski folds ke beech ruki, phir andar gayi, dheere, kyunki silai ki tarah jaldi kaam yahan bigad sakta tha. Anjali ne meri kalai pakad li, lekin hataya nahi. Uski kamar meri taraf dhakki.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, awaaz low. Main do ungliyan uski geeli chut mein ghumaata raha, uske clitoris par anguthe se dabav deta. Uski saans meri gardan par garam padne lagi. Paseena uski gardan se neeche behne laga, meri zaban wahan lag gayi.

Stool ke peeche cutting table tha, us par kaatne ki kaiyan aur ek rumal. Rumal se maine uski thighs ka paseena ponchha, phir rumal table par hi chhod diya. Anjali ne meri belt kholi. Mera lund pant ke zip se bahar aaya, uski hatheli ne pakad liya, tight, jaise kapde ki patti naape.

“Itna din tape se naapa, ab seedha,” usne kaha. Uske honth mere lund ke sir par lage, geele, phir usne muh mein liya. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein phans gayin. Woh tez nahi thi, lekin gehra thi. Gale ki garmi ne mujhe jhukaya. Table ki kinar pakadni padi.

Kuch der baad Anjali uthi, honth chamakte. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se takrain. Blouse ab uske ek kandhe se latak raha tha. Maine uska dusra kandha bhi nanga kiya. Uski chhatiyan meri hatheli mein bhari thin, garam, nipple meri ungli ke neeche kaampte.

Hum stool ke kinare the, abhi poora andar nahi. Meri do ungliyan phir uski chut mein thin, uska hilna unke hisaab se tha. Anjali ne meri shirt poori khol di, meri chhati par muh rakha, daant se halka kaata. Mera lund uski petticoat ke kapde se ragad kha raha tha.

Tabhi aage se awaaz aayi.

Shutter par kisi ki dastak

Lohe ke shutter par dhakka laga, phir knock hui. “Harsh bhai, pajama?” Bahar se Shankar chacha ki awaaz thi, roz ki tarah, bina waqt dekhe.

Anjali ka haath mere lund se hat gaya. Uski aankhen badi ho gayin, lekin dar se zyada jalaal tha. Maine shirt ke do button lagaye, pant ki zip khinchi, curtain ke bahar nikla. Shutter ke neeche se dhoop ki patti pad rahi thi.

“Shaam ko aana, abhi kaat raha hoon,” maine bahar kaha, awaaz seedhi rakhi. Shankar chacha do shikayat ke jumle bol kar chale gaye. Cycle ki ghanti sadak par bajayi kisi ne, phir gali phir se so gayi.

Pichhe curtain ke paas laut kar dekha to Anjali stool par nahi thi. Cutting table ke kinare khadi thi. Adhura blouse usne poora utaar kar table ke kone par rakh diya tha. Petticoat bhi neeche tha. Woh nangi khadi thi, lekin shararti nahi, sochi hui. Uski thighs par meri ungliyon ke geele nishan ab bhi the.

“Agar tum wapas pin lene aaye ho, to main kapde pehen leti hoon,” usne kaha. “Nahi aaye ho to yahin rakho tape.”

Maine tape gardan se utaar kar drawer mein daal di. Drawer khola, wallet nikaala, nirodh ka packet haath mein liya. Anjali ne sir hilaya, haan. Itna kaafi tha. Packet khol kar maine condom apne lund par chadha liya, tight, phir uske paas gaya.

Table ki thandi lakdi uski kamar ke neeche padi. Maine uski ek taang uthayi. Uski chut meri kalai tak geeli thi. Mera lund uski folds ke beech ruka, phir dheere andar gaya. Anjali ne meri peeth pakad li, nakhun gade, lekin awaaz dabi rakhi, jaise gali wale ko phir se na bulana ho.

Pehle dhakke lambe the. Uski chut ne pakad liya, garam, tight us line ki tarah jo usne khud kheench thi. Har dhakke par uski chhatiyan meri chhati se takrati. Maine uska ek nipple muh mein liya, chusa, daant se halka dabaaya. Uski ungliyan mere baal kheench rahi thin.

“Aur tez,” usne kaha, aur main tez ho gaya. Table ki kaiyan kinare se khisakin, rumal neeche gira. Anjali ki doosri taang meri kamar ke peeche lapti. Mera lund uski chut ke andar tak jaata, nikalta, phir poora baith jaata. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule.

Patna ki us gali mein dopahar ke cart ki awaaz door se aayi, phir chali gayi. Hum akele the. Fan upar se ghoom raha tha, hawa garam. India ke is purane bazaar mein log sochte hain darzi sirf kapda kaatta hai. Anjali ne meri kaan ke paas muh rakha, “Woh line tumne padh li, ab us hisaab se chodo.”

Maine uski kamar pakad kar table ke aur kareeb khincha. Uski thighs meri hips ko kas rahi thin. Meri ungli uski chut ke upar wale gitte par ghumti rahi jab lund andar kaam karta raha. Anjali ka jism ek baar kaanpa, phir dubara, uski saans toot kar nikli. Uski chut mera lund ko jhatke se pakad kar chhodti rahi.

Uske baad main ruka nahi. Dhakke chhote ho gaye, gehre. Anjali ne meri gardan kaatne jaisa chuma, phir meri shirt ke kapde ko muh se dabaaye rakha taaki awaaz bahar na jaaye. Mera lund uski geeli chut mein phoolta gaya. Condom ki patli garmi ke beech bhi uska dabaav saaf tha.

Kuch pal baad meri kamar kas gayi. Main uske andar hi gir gaya, jhatke lambe, saans meri chhati se nikalte. Anjali ne mujhe abhi bhi kas ke pakda, jab tak meri saans seedhi nahi hui. Uski aankhen ab tez nahi, bhari thin.

Maine lund bahar nikaala. Condom utaar kar kagaz mein lapeta, tin ke peeche fenka jahan katre padte hain. Anjali table se utri. Uski thighs par chamak thi. Usne apna petticoat uthaya, naada bandhi, phir apna kurta stool se liya aur pehen liya. Blouse table ke kone par hi pada raha, lining bahar, woh purani chalk line ab bhi kali dikh rahi thi.

Kapda lekar nikal gayi woh

Anjali ne adhura blouse haath mein liya, jaise koi bill nahi, kaam ka tukda ho. “Isko ab ghar le jaungi. Jo gala maine mark kiya tha, wahi rahega. Tumhari line nahi.”

Maine sirf itna kaha, “Kal dukan khulegi subah.” Jawab mein kuch schedule nahi aaya. Usne curtain hataaya, aage dukaan ke ujaale mein gayi, apne chappal pehne, shutter ke neeche se jhuki aur gali mein nikal gayi. Uski peeth seedhi thi, blouse uske haath mein dabba ki tarah daba.

Tape ab bhi drawer mein thi. Maine shirt ke bache button lagaye, fan band kiya, aur shutter poora gira diya. Bahar cycle phir nahi ruki. Andar cutting table khali thi, sirf chalk ka thoda sa daana lakdi par chipka tha.

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