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Tarak Mehta ki chai ruki, Reena sofe par chodi gayi

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Tarak ke Sunday wale newspaper ka kona abhi bhi unki ungliyon mein tha jab maine unke drawing room ke darwaze se andar kadam rakha aur unka roz ka sequence tod diya. Chai ki pyaali unke doosre haath mein thi, steam abhi utar rahi thi, aur unka safed shirt do button tak khula tha.

“Pehle jawab do,” maine kaha. “Society ke wall calendar ke liye photo abhi nikalni hai. Glasses utaroge ya nahi?”

Woh pyaali neeche rakhne se pehle meri taraf dekhe. Unki aankhen chashme ke peeche thodi si badi lag rahi thin. Mumbai ke is society mein log aise sawal ko mazaak samajhte hain, lekin main mazaak nahi leke aayi thi. Meri kurti ka gala garmi se chipka hua tha, aur meri saans tez chal rahi thi.

“Utarunga,” unhone kaha, aur woh ek shabd mere kadam aur unke sofe ke beech ki doori khatam kar gaya. Newspaper unhone side table par patka. Chashma abhi tak naak par tha. Main unke itne kareeb aa gayi ki unki chai ki khushbu meri saans mein mil gayi.

Maine unka chashma khud uthaya. Frame garam tha. Unki aankhen bina kaanch ke aur nazdeek lagin. Unhone mera haath nahi hataya. Main jhuk gayi, unke honth mere honth se takraye, aur us kiss ne photo wala bahana wahi khatam kar diya.

Haan bol diya

Unhone meri kamar pakdi. Main unke god mein nahi baithi thi us pal, sirf khadi thi, lekin unka muh mere gale par aa gaya. “Reena, rukna hai to abhi ruk,” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Maine unka shirt ka teesra button khola aur sir hilaya. “Nahi rukna. Chodo mujhe.”

Itna kaafi tha. Unka haath meri kurti ke neeche ghusaa, meri bra ke upar se meri chhati dabayi, aur meri nipples unki ungliyon ke neeche tight ho gayin. Main unki pajama ki nara dheeli karti rahi. Unka lund kapde ke andar kada ho chuka tha. Jab meri mutthi us par gayi, unhone ek lambi saans li.

Kurti maine sir ke upar se nikaali. Leggings ghutnon tak khinch aayi. Tarak ne mujhe sofa ke kinare bithaya, meri thighs kholin, aur meri panty side ko kheench kar uski chut par muh rakh diya. Unki jeeb geeli thi, garam thi. Maine unke baal pakad liye. India ke is bade sheher ki Sunday subah itni chup nahi hoti, lekin us kamre mein sirf meri ahat thi aur unki saans.

Woh jeeb ghumate rahe. Meri chut geeli ho chuki thi, meri ungliyan unke kandhon par kas rahi thin. “Andar aa,” maine kaha, short, seedha. Unhone pajama neeche kiya. Mera lund nahi, unka lund bahar aaya, mota, garam, sir geela. Main sofe par let gayi. Unhone meri ek taang apne kandhe par uthayi aur dheere se andar ghusa.

Pehla dhakka gehra tha. Meri chut khul gayi uske hisaab se. Maine unka muh chuma jab woh poora andar the. Unki kamar hilne lagi. Sofa ki spring ne awaaz di. Meri chhati unke shirt se ragad khati rahi kyunki unhone shirt poori nahi utari thi, sirf kholi thi. Har dhakke par meri aankhen band ho rahi thin.

“Tez,” maine kaha. Unhone tez kiya. Meri thighs unke kamar ke dono taraf lapet gayin. Unka haath meri chut ke upar wale button par raha, ghumata raha, jab lund andar bahar hota raha. Main geeli awaaz ke saath unke naam tak nahi gayi, sirf saans toot rahi thi. Bharat ke is coastal sheher ki garmi kamre mein aur badh gayi thi.

Unhone mujhe palat kar god mein nahi, sofe ke kinare khada kiya. Meri peeth unke seene se lagi. Lund peeche se phir andar aaya. Meri chut ne usko pakad liya. Unki ungliyan meri chhati par thin, nipples masalte hue. Main unke haath ko apni chut par le gayi, unki ungli apne geele hisse par rakh di. Dono ke rhythm mil gaye.

Ek pal ke liye unhone ruk kar meri gardan chumi. Main peeche ko dhakelti rahi. Kapde pairon ke paas gir chuke the. Unka chashma table par pada tha, lens ne khidki ki roshni pakdi hui thi. Main uska khayal nahi kar rahi thi. Sirf yeh ki unka lund meri chut bhar raha tha aur meri tange kaamp rahi thin.

Khidki par gend

Tab khidki par ek dhakka hua. Cricket ki gend sheeshe se takrai, thak se. Neeche ground se kisi ladke ki awaaz aayi, maafi maangti hui, door se. Hum dono ruk gaye. Lund abhi andar tha. Meri saans atki. Tarak ka haath meri kamar par jum gaya.

Pehle lagaa ki sequence wahi se chalega, khade khade. Phir maine unka haath pakda aur unhe sofe ke peeche khincha. “Yahin. Neeche.” Yeh faisla alag tha. Khadi position chhoot gayi. Hum carpet par aa gaye, sofa ki oonchi peeth humein khidki se chhupa rahi thi. Gend bahar thi, hum andar.

Main unke upar baith gayi. Unka lund seedha meri chut mein gaya, is baar meri speed par. Maine apna ek haath unke seene par rakha, doosra apni chut ke upar. Unki aankhen bina chashme ke meri taraf thi. Main uth ti girti rahi. Unki thighs meri thighs ke neeche kas rahi thin.

Sofa ke peeche jagah kam thi. Meri kurti door padi thi, meri bra abhi bhi unhooked kandhe par atki thi. Unhone woh bhi utaar di. Meri nangi chhati unke muh mein aa gayi. Woh chooste rahe jab main unhe chodti rahi, upar se, apni marzi se. Meri geeli chut unke lund par chatak rahi thi.

Unhone meri kamar pakad kar mujhe neeche kiya, phir khud upar aa gaye bina sofe ke kinare wapas gaye. Carpet meri peeth par tha. Unke dhakke ab gehre the, kam, bhaari. Main unke kandhon ko kasti rahi. “Aur de,” maine kaha. Unhone diya. Meri chut tight ho rahi thi, ek gol si tarang se.

Main kampe lagi. Unki ungli meri chut ke upar rahi jab lund andar tha, aur main nikal gayi, geeli, unke pet par. Unhone ruk kar dekha, phir tez kiya. Meri tange unke kamar par bandh thin. Unki saans meri gardan par gir rahi thi. Main unke baal kheechti rahi jab doosri tarang aayi, chhoti, tez.

Unka lund aur kada hua. Maine unhe andar hi rakhne diya. Unhone meri thighs ko apni kamar se sataaye rakha aur andar hi nikal gaye, garam, bhar ke. Meri chut ne woh geelapan pakad liya. Hum dono carpet par the, sofa ke peeche, khidki ke neeche, Mumbai ki us Sunday ki awaazein bahar thi aur hum chup.

Unka shirt ab bhi unke kandhon par adha tha. Maine woh bhi sarka diya. Unka seena meri chhati se laga. Main unke honth phir se chumi, is baar dheeme. Unka haath meri kamar par hi raha. Meri saans wapas aa rahi thi. Neeche se cricket ki awaaz hat chuki thi. Koi doosri gend nahi aayi.

Main unke lund ke dheere dheere nikalne ka ehsaas karti rahi. Woh poora bahar aaya to meri chut khali si lagi. Maine unhe sofe ke peeche se khincha, wapas cushion par. Hum nange nahi poori tarah the, kapde aas paas bikhre the, lekin sofe par baithte hi meri taang unki taang par aa gayi.

Chashma wapas rakha

Table par unka chashma ab bhi pada tha. Main uth kar use uthane gayi, wapas unke paas aa gayi, aur unki aankhon par frame rakh diya. Unki aankhen kaanch ke peeche phir se meri taraf thin. Maine god mein hi rahi. Unhone pyaali nahi uthayi. Newspaper nahi khola.

“Photo baad mein,” maine kaha. Unhone mera kalaai pakda, lekin khincha nahi. Main khud unke lap par atki rahi, meri nangi kamar unke pet se lagi, meri chut ab bhi geeli, unka lund dheela hota hua meri thighs ke beech. Yeh chhota sa faisla tha, usi pal ka: uth kar kapde nahi pehne, darwaza nahi khola, calendar wala kaam nahi uthaya.

Unhone mera sar apne kandhe par rakhne diya. Main unke chashme ke kinare ko ungli se theek karti rahi. Society ke neeche koi naam le raha tha, door se. Hum sofe par hi rahe. Maine unka haath apni chhati par rakha, wahi, bina agle round ke, bina uthne ke. Unki ungliyan meri chamdi par thi, garam.

Chai thandi ho chuki thi. Main uski taraf nahi gayi. Tarak bhi nahi gaye. Meri tang unki tang ke upar thi, meri saans unki shirt ke khule hisse par gir rahi thi, aur chashma unki naak par wapas tha, seedha, jaise subah se pehle tha, sirf ab meri god unke upar thi aur main uthne wali nahi thi.

Unhone meri kamar par apna haath dabaye rakha. Main us dabaav ko hatane nahi gayi. Wall calendar ka soch bhi nahi rahi thi. Sirf itna ki unka lund meri tang ke neeche shaant ho raha tha, meri chut ab bhi unka ehsaas rakh rahi thi, aur maine unke chashme ko ek baar aur theek karke wahi sofe par ruki rahi.

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