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Tarak Mehta ruka, phir usne mujhe choda

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

“Agar tum joota pehen ke nikal gaye, Tarak, to meri seedhi par kal mat dikhna.”

Maine yeh baat itni saaf kahi ki khud meri saans atak gayi. Tarak Mehta mere Lucknow wale do kamre ke flat ke darwaze par khada tha. Ek joota uske pair mein tha, doosra uske haath mein jhool raha tha. Humara jhagra adhura pada tha.

Usne dheere kaha, “Charu, log dekhte hain. Main roz shaam ko aata hoon to society ke chehre badal jaate hain.”

Pankha upar se ghum raha tha. Garm hawa gali se aati thi, jaise poora Bharat is mausam mein pasina bahaye, lekin kamre ke andar sirf hamari saansein hi bhari thi.

Main uske saamne pair jamaye khadi rahi. “To tum samajhte ho chale jaoge to main pichhe bhaagungi? Ya to abhi ruko, baat khatam karo. Ya is ghar ka rasta bhool jao.”

Uske kandhe taney hue the. Woh joota pehenne hi wala tha. Maine dekha uski aankhen meri taraf uthin, phir darwaze ki taraf. Ek pal aisa laga jaise woh sach mein nikal jayega.

“Saat baje mausi ki dawai deni hai,” maine yaad dilaya, “isliye naatak mat karo. Time kam hai. Ruko, ya jao. Beech ka rasta mat nikaalo.”

Side table par dawai ki chhoti patti pada thi, subah se wahi. Tarak ne joota haath se neeche rakh diya. Thak se. Usne darwaza nahi khola.

“Main jaata to sahi,” usne kaha, “lekin tumhari yeh line sunkar pair nahi uth rahe.”

Darwaze par uska rukna

Main ab bhi gusse mein thi, lekin uska ruka hua pair dekh kar meri saans kuch dheeli padi. Dupatta mere kandhe se sarak kar sofa ke kinare tak aa gaya tha. Kameez ki kali meri gardan par chipki thi.

Woh do kadam andar aaya. Joota wahi pada raha. “Charu, main chhupaata nahi. Main darta hoon ke tumhe bura kahe log. Itna hi.”

Maine uska collar pakda. “To dar ke jaane se behtar hai dar ke ruko. Aur haath hatana hai to hatao, warna yahin raho.”

Usne meri kamar par haath rakha aur ruka, jaise poochh raha ho. Maine uska haath hataya nahi. Khud aage khichi aur uske honthon ko apne honthon se mila diya.

“Haan,” maine uske muh ke paas kaha, “ab mat jao.”

Uske baal meri ungliyon mein atak gaye. Woh chuma tez nahi tha, lekin gehra tha, jaise jhagde ki bachi hui garmi ab honthon par utar aayi ho. Meri kameez ki peeth uske seene se sata. Sofa peeche tak gaya jab hum dono uske kinare se takrae.

Maine uski shirt ke do button khole. Uski chhati garam thi. Usne meri kameez ki kali ko kandhe se sarkaaya, lekin poori nahi utari. Dupatta sofa ke neeche gir gaya. Main uske pant ke belt tak pahunchi, phir ruki, kyunki meri saans tez ho chuki thi.

“Yahin?” usne poocha, awaaz low.

“Abhi yahin,” maine kaha. “Darwaza band hai. Pankha chal raha hai. Baaki baad mein.”

Woh mere saamne ghutnon ke bal nahi baitha. Sofa par hi mujhe peeche kiya, meri salwar ki nada dheeli ki, aur apna munh meri gardan par rakh diya. Meri thighs khul gayin jab usne salwar ko ghutnon tak utara. Kapde poori tarah nahi utre the. Kameez abhi bhi meri kamar tak thi, sirf neeche se khuli.

Uska lund pant ke zipper se bahar aaya, garam aur tight. Maine apna haath us par phera, naapne ke liye nahi, yeh dekhne ke liye ki woh sach mein ruka hai, bhaag nahi raha. Usne meri chut ko ungli se chhua, geeli paakar ruka, phir do ungliyan andar li.

Main uske kandhe ko kaati. “Ahista, Tarak. Jhagda abhi bhi dimaag mein hai.”

“To bolo ruk jaun,” usne kaha, lekin uski ungliyan nikal nahi rahi thin, sirf dheere chal rahi thin.

Maine sir hilaya. Nahi, rukne ko nahi kaha. Main uske upar se khud ko adjust karti rahi, taaki sofa ke kinare se na girun. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, meri taraf se hat nahi rahi thin. Main uska lund apni chut ke muh par laayi, ragda, phir neeche baithe baithe usko andar liya.

Pehla dhakka gehra nahi tha. Main khud neeche utri. Uska lund meri chut ko kheechta hua bhara. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Sofa ki spring ne awaaz di. Hum dono has diye, chhoti si, gusse ke baad ki woh hasi jo sharm se milti hai.

Phir usne mujhe choda, lambe dhakkon se nahi, ruk ruk kar, jaise har baar poochh raha ho ke main ab bhi yahin hoon. Main thi. Meri kameez upar ko sarak kar chhati tak aa gayi thi. Usne meri ek chhati muh mein li, daant nahi, honth. Main uske baal kheenchti rahi.

“Aur andar,” maine kaha, aur yeh line jhagde wali line se bilkul alag thi.

Usne meri tang uthayi, sofa ke backrest se sata di. Meri salwar ek pair par atak kar rah gayi. Uska lund tez chala, meri chut ki geelapan ki awaaz pankhe ki kataron ke beech se nikalne lagi. Main uske naam se nahi, saans se bol rahi thi.

Tabhi neeche gali se ek awaaz aayi, itni saaf ke dono tham gaye.

Neeche se aayi wo awaaz

“Charu beti! Gas ki smell aa rahi hai kya upar se? Shanti bol rahi hoon!”

Tarak ke kandhe pathar ho gaye. Uska lund ab bhi meri chut mein tha, lekin dhakka ruka. Main uske muh par haath rakh kar khidki ki taraf dekha. Khidki aadhi khuli thi, jaali lagi thi. Neeche aangan mein Shanti bua ki saari dikh rahi thi, sir upar uthaye.

Maine Tarak ko sofa se dheere hataya, kameez khinchi, khidki ke paas gayi, jaali ke peeche se kaha, “Bua, yahan kuch nahi. Kitchen band hai. Shayad neeche hi pipe se aa rahi ho.”

“To check kar lo, beti. Hindustan ke is purane shehar mein deewarein patli hain, smell ghumti hai. Main yahin khadi hoon.”

“Main check karti hoon,” maine awaaz badi karke kaha. “Aap andar chali jaiye. Main bataungi.”

Shanti bua kuch der ruki, phir apne darwaze ki taraf chali gayi. Main jaali band nahi kar sakti thi poori, hawa chahiye thi, lekin sofa ab safe nahi lag raha tha. Khidki se aangan dikhta tha. Tarak ab bhi nanga nahi tha poora, pant ghutnon tak thi, shirt khuli thi.

Usne dheele se kaha, “Main kapde pehen loon?”

Pehle meri zabaan par haan tha. Sofa par hi khatam karne ka irada tha, jaldi, phir use bhej dena. Ab woh irada tut gaya. Neeche wali awaaz ne meri garmi nahi utari, usne jagah badal di.

“Nahi,” maine kaha. “Andar wale kamre mein chalo. Khidki wahan patli hai, aur parda gira hua hai. Yahan nahi.”

Yeh faisla jhagde wala nahi tha. Yeh sharm ka bhi nahi tha. Yeh sirf yeh tha ki main use bhejna nahi chahti thi, aur sofa ab meri marzi ka hissa nahi raha.

Hum dono andar wale kamre mein gaye. Palang chhota tha, chaddar subah ki hi padi thi. Maine parda ek inch aur khincha. Tarak ne peeche se meri kamar pakdi. Salwar ab pair se nikal chuki thi, kameez maine khud utar di. Woh meri peeth se sata, uska lund meri kamar ki line par ragda.

Palang par main pet ke bal nahi leti. Peechhe leti, ghutne khole. Usne meri thighs ke beech jagah banayi. “Ab bhi bolna hai to bolo,” usne sirf itna kaha.

Maine uska haath apni chut par rakha. Jawab alag se nahi diya. Uska lund phir andar aaya, is baar gehra, kyunki palang sofa jaisa nahi hilta tha. Maine uske kandhon ko kas ke pakda. Woh mujhe choda, pehle ahista, phir jab meri awaaz ruki nahi to tez.

Kamre mein sirf hamari saansein thin aur door se kisi scooter ki horn. Meri chut uske lund ko pakad kar bhaagti thi, chhodti thi. Usne meri ek tang apne kandhe par uthayi. Angle badla, dard nahi, bas bhari hui garmi. Maine uske kamare ko apne calves se kasa.

“Charu,” usne naam liya, jhagde wala tono nahi.

Main uske seene par dant rakhne lagi, kaatne ke liye nahi, chup rehne ke liye. Neeche bua phir se kuch poochhe, yeh darr ab bhi tha. Usne meri chut ko ungli se bhi sath diya jab lund andar tha. Main geeli ho kar uske pet tak phail gayi.

Dhakke tez hue. Palang ki lakdi ne ek baar khat khat ki. Dono ruke, phir hasi nahi aayi is baar. Main uske kaan ke paas boli, “Mat ruko.”

Usne meri kamar pakad kar mujhe apni taraf kheenca. Mera lund nahi, uska lund meri chut ke end tak jaata, nikalta, phir baith jata. Maine apna haath apni chut ke upar wale hisse par rakha, apni ungliyon se dabaya. Woh dekhta raha. Sharm ab kaam nahi aa rahi thi.

Jab main tight hui, uski saans meri gardan par toot gayi. Usne kuch der aur choda, phir bahar nikal kar meri pet par gir gaya, garam, chipchipa. Main bhi uske haath ke neeche hi khatam hui, jangh kaampte hue, muh band karke.

Kamra phir se chhota laga. Pankha yahan bhi tha, lekin hawa kam. Tarak mere bagal mein let gaya, shirt ab bhi baahon mein atki thi, pant pair ke paas padi thi. Maine kameez dhundi nahi turant. Meri thighs ke beech uska pani aur mera mila hua tha.

Usne meri aankhen dekhi. “Jhagra…”

“Abhi mat,” maine kaha. “Pehle saans lo.”

Dawai ki ghadi ne roka

Main palang par hi rehne wali thi. Uska haath meri chhati par tha, bhari nahi, bas rakha hua. Socha tha ke paanch minute aankh band kar loongi, phir chaeye ke baare mein sochungi. Palang ke saamne diwar par clock thi, purani, kaali sui.

Sui 6:50 par thi.

Mausi ki dawai side table par bahar wale kamre mein ab bhi padi thi. Subah se wahi patti. Maine jhagde mein time kam hone ki baat sirf tokne ke liye nahi kahi thi. Saat baje unke ghar ke neeche wale chemist ke peeche wali gali mein unka beta intezaar karta hai, kyunki mausi seedhi nahi chadh paati.

Main uth khadi hui. Kapdon ki talash pehle kameez ki, phir salwar ki. Tarak ne kohni ke bal uth kar dekha. “Kya hua?”

“Clock,” maine kaha, aur aur kuch nahi samjhaya. Dupatta sofa ke neeche se uthaya, jhatke se jhaada, gardan par dala. Pet par uska giraha hua nishaan kameez ke neeche chipak raha tha. Main bathroom nahi gayi. Time nahi tha.

Usne apni pant uthayi, lekin dheere, jaise soch raha ho ke main use rokungi. Maine nahi roka. Joota bahar darwaze ke paas ab bhi pada tha, jhagde wala, adhoora scene.

“Tum peeche wali khidki wali gallery se utro,” maine kaha, kapde pehente hue. “Seedhi par Shanti bua phir khadi ho sakti hai. Main dawai lekar nikal rahi hoon.”

Woh kuch kehne khada hua, shirt ke button galat hole mein daalne laga. Maine uske haath nahi thehre. Main pehle hi bahar wale kamre mein thi, dawai ki patti uthaye, chappal pair mein thehre bina hi.

Darwaza kholte hue maine peeche mud kar dekha. Tarak ab bhi andar wale kamre ke frame mein tha, half buttoned, baal meri ungliyon se bikhre. Jhagra adhura hi tha. Sex ho chuka tha. Ab meri next cheez dawai ki gali thi, uska muh nahi.

Main seedhi utri, patti mutthi mein dabi, Lucknow ki shaam ki dhoop aangan mein lambi padi hui.

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