Maine teesri yoga mat ko deewar ke saath khada kiya tabhi Pallavi ka haath pocha ki taraf nahi, Ritika ki kalaai par ruk gaya. Hum teen log class ke baad studio saaf karne ki zimmedari mein the, lekin us pal ka kaam pehle hi badalne laga.
Ritika ne kaha tha ki uska sar dard hai aur woh jaldi nikalna chahti hai. Phir bhi woh mat ke upar baithi rahi, pallu ko theek karne ke bahane. Pallavi uske collarbone ko dekh rahi thi jaise wahan koi hisaab likha ho.
Jodhpur, India ke is purane mohalle ki doosri manzil par studio already khali ho chuka tha. Instructor nikal chuki thi. Fan tez ghoom raha tha, aur floor par abhi bhi namak jaisa paseena sookh raha tha.
Maine seedha poocha, “Pallavi, tum pocha pakde ho ya Ritika ko? Aur Ritika, sar dard ke bawajood tum ruk kyun rahi ho?”
Ritika ki aankhen uthin. Pallavi ka haath kalaai se nahi hata. Dono meri taraf dekhi, jaise sawal ne unhe ek saath pakad liya ho.
“Sar dard bahana tha,” Ritika ne halki awaaz mein kaha. “Main nikalna nahi chahti thi. Pallavi bhi nahi.”
Pallavi ne pocha neeche rakh diya. “Tumne dekh liya. Ab chhupane ka kya faida.”
Sawal ne teenon ka iraada palat diya
Ritika ne mera haath uthaya aur apni kamar par rakh diya. Pallavi ne sir hilaya. Usne kaha, “Haan. Abhi.” Itna kaafi tha. Phir koi dohraaya nahi.
Hum teen adults usi kamre mein the, mats ke beech, darwaza band nahi kiya, kyunki neeche gali already soyi padi thi. Pallavi pehle aage aayi. Uske honth meri gardan par pade, phir Ritika ke. Teenon ke beech jo khamoshi thi woh toot gayi.
Ritika ka oversized shirt pehle utra. Maroon sports bra ke neeche uski saans tez chali. Pallavi ki light blue kurta ke do button khule, aur uski chhatiyaan kapde ke andar se dabne lagi. Mere track pants ka nada dheela ho chuka tha, lekin maine abhi nahi khincha.
Pallavi ne Ritika ko mat par dheere litaya. Yeh koi jaldi wali bheed nahi thi. Dono auratein ek doosre ko pehle chhoo rahi thi, aur main unke beech khada tha, haath Ritika ki thighs par, munh Pallavi ke kandhe ke paas.
“Yahan,” Ritika ne kaha, meri ungliyon ko apni tights ke elastic tak le jaate hue. Pallavi hans padi, phir usne meri t-shirt upar ki. Grey kapda fan ki hawa mein latak gaya, deewar ke hook par.
Ritika ki tights neeche sarki. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, aur meri do ungliyan usme ghusti hi uski kamar uth gayi. Pallavi ne sports bra ka hook khola, Ritika ke stano ko munh mein liya, aur meri nazar un dono par atak gayi.
Phir Pallavi ghutnon ke bal meri taraf aayi. Track pants aur underwear ek saath neeche hue. Mera lund uske honthon ke saamne khada tha. Usne pehle jeebh feri, phir pura chusa, itna ki meri ungliyan Ritika ke andar ruki rahi, taalsaf nahi tuti.
Ritika ne kaha, “Usko itna mat chusna ki yeh gir jaye. Mujhe bhi chahiye.” Pallavi ne munh hataya, honth chamakte hue. Maine jeb se condom nikala, packet phaada, aur lund par chadha diya. Pallavi ne khud roll kiya, dheere, jaise ab bhi pocha kar rahi ho.
Ritika ke pair khul gaye. Maine uski chut mein lund daala, pehle dhakke mein nahi, ruke hue dhakke mein. Pallavi Ritika ke munh par baithi, apni churidar ek taang se utaar ke. Teenon ka wazan ek mat par tha, jo thoda khisak gaya.
Ritika ki awaaz dabi rahi, kyunki Pallavi uske honth band kiye hue thi. Main andar bahar hila, uski thighs meri kamar ko lapet rahi thi. Pallavi ki geeli chut Ritika ki jeebh par thi, aur Pallavi ke naakhun mere kandhon par chubhe.
Hindustan ki is garmi wali shaam mein fan kaafi nahi tha. Paseena teenon ke beech chipak raha tha. Pallavi ki kurta ab bhi ek kandhe par latki thi, white churidar doosri mat par giri padi thi.
Ritika ki chut ne mera lund kas liya. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Pallavi ne peeche mud ke mera munh chuma, condom ke rubber ki smell ke saath. “Tez mat,” usne kaha, “use dekh.” Ritika ki aankhen band thi, lekin uska haath Pallavi ki rani par tha, ungliyan ghumti hui.
Mat ke kinare se meri kalai sarakne lagi. Pallavi ne mujhe khincha, aur hum thoda shift hue, taaki Ritika ka sar deewar se na takraye. Yeh chhoti si harkat thi, lekin usse teenon ka taalsaf naya ho gaya.
Pallavi ne Ritika se utar ke meri god mein aa gayi, condom wala lund ab uski chut ke muhane par. Ritika ne side se uski thighs kholi. Maine Pallavi ko choda, uski kamar meri hatheliyon mein, uske baal mere munh par. Ritika ne Pallavi ke stano ko dabaaya, naakhun se nahi, honth se.
Pallavi ki awaaz Ritika se alag thi, zyada khuli. Usne meri gardan kaati, phir Ritika ka haath apni chut par le gayi jahan mera lund jaa raha tha. Teen ungliyan aur lund ek saath nahi samaye, isliye Ritika ne sirf clit par ghumaya. Pallavi ki saans phooli hui thi.
“Wahan mat chhodo,” Pallavi ne kaha, aur yeh order nahi, bheek thi. Maine usi rhythm par choda. Ritika meri peeth se chipak gayi, apni geeli chut mere lower back par ragadti hui, jaise wait karna usse sehna na ho.
Condom ghisne laga. Maine nikaala, naya packet phaada, naya chadhaaya. Pallavi ne wait kiya, Ritika ne nahi. Ritika ghutnon par aa gayi aur mera munh apni chut par bitha diya. Meri jeebh uski geeli folds mein gayi, condom ke beech ke pal mein bhi kaam nahi ruka.
Pallavi ne naya condom roll kiya, phir Ritika ke peeche se meri kamar pakad ke mujhe andar dhakela. Ritika ki chut meri jeebh par thi, Pallavi ka lund-wale haath ka pressure meri kamar par. Teen bodies ka hisaab ab simple nahi raha, lekin koi uljhan nahi thi, sirf garmi thi.
Ritika pehle giiri. Uski thighs meri kaanon ke paas kaanpne lagi, awaaz mat ke kapde mein dabi. Maine jeebh nahi hatayi jab tak uski ungliyan mere baal chhod nahi deti. Pallavi us pal mera lund ko apni chut mein liye jhul rahi thi, chhoti chhoti harkaton se.
Phir Pallavi ki baari aayi, lekin alag andaaz mein. Woh let gayi, pair khole, kurta ab pet par atki. Ritika ne uske stano ko chusa, maine uski chut chodi. Dhakke gehre the, lekin jaldbazi nahi. Pallavi ne meri kalai pakad rakhi, jaise pehle Ritika ki pakdi thi.
Usne kaha, “Dekh, teenon.” Maine dekha. Ritika ka munh Pallavi ke stane par, mera lund Pallavi ke andar, aur Ritika ka doosra haath apni chut par. Yeh picture koi pose nahi thi, sirf wazan ka nateeja thi.
Pallavi ki kamar uth kar meri taraf aayi, phir giri. Uski chut ne kasav kiya, itna ki condom ke through bhi pata chala. Ritika ne uske honth band kiye, taaki awaaz gallery tak na jaye. Neeche koi nahi tha, phir bhi aadat thi.
Maine nikaala, condom sambhala, aur Ritika ko god mein khincha. Pallavi side par leti rahi, saans lene ke liye. Ritika ne khud ko adjust kiya, lund andar liya, aur meri chhati par haath rakh ke hilne lagi. Pallavi ki ungliyan ab Ritika ki gaand ki line par thi, dabaav mein, ghusav mein nahi.
Ritika ki aankhen is baar khuli rahi. Usne mujhe dekha, phir Pallavi ko. “Tum dono ke bina yeh nahi hota,” usne kaha, aur yeh sentiment nahi, hisaab tha. Maine uski thighs pakdi. Pallavi ne uske baal peeche kiye. Teenon ka pasina ek hi mat ko geela kar raha tha.
Ritika doosri baar kaanpi, chhoti lekin tez. Maine khud ko rokna chaha, lekin Pallavi ke haath ne meri kamar dabaayi. Main gir gaya, condom ke andar, Ritika ki chut ke andar. Pal bhar ke liye teenon ruke rahe, jaise koi pocha wapas uthane wala ho.
Koi nahi utha. Fan hi ghoomta raha.
Jo kapde the woh wapas adhoore chadhhe
Ritika pehle alag hui, sports bra dhundti hui jo mat ke neeche saraka tha. Pallavi ki kurta ab bhi tedhi thi, ek button tuta hua. Maine track pants uthaye, underwear andar ki, t-shirt hook se utari. Condom ko tissue mein lapet ke dustbin mein daala, bina koi list banaye.
Pallavi ne churidar pehni, lekin kurta ke daag geele the, paseene aur meri thook ke. Usne meri extra t-shirt nahi maangi, kyunki extra thi hi nahi. Sirf wohi grey shirt thi jo maine pehen li.
Ritika ne oversized shirt wapas daala, tights kadhi ki. Uska sar dard wala bahana ab kisi kaam ka nahi tha. Woh hans di, phir Pallavi ke honth se lipstick ponchhi jo meri gardan par bhi thi.
“Kal class hai,” Pallavi ne kaha, jaise yeh koi plan ho. Koi jawab nahi diya. Kaam ka zikr wapas aa gaya tha, lekin pocha wahan hi pada raha.
Ritika ne apna water nahi chhua. Pallavi ne apni bottle uthayi, dhakkan teeka kiya, aur gallery ki taraf nikal gayi. Kurta ab bhi tedha tha, collarbone khula, aur uske jaate hi darwaze ki hawa ne mat ke kone ko palat diya.
Maine wahi kone ko haath se theek nahi kiya. Ritika ne light ki switch dabaayi, ek baar, aur hum dono peeche se usi gali mein utre jahan Jodhpur ki raat already gaadiyon ki awaaz le aayi thi.