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Velamma ne match band karke mujhse rukne ko kaha

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Remote mere haath se chheen kar Velamma ne TV band kar diya. Kali screen par meri siyasat si tut gayi. Pankha upar se ghoom raha tha, aur sofa ke gaddhe mein meri navy shorts lipat gayi thi.

Main uthne hi wala tha ki uska haath mere kandhe par ruk gaya. Kolkata ke is purane building ki diwar se dhoop aa rahi thi, Bharat ke is Sunday ki garmi mein paseena meri gardan par tha.

“Sameer, aaj match nahi,” usne seedha kaha. “Mujhe ek jawaab chahiye. Tum yahan mere paas raho, ya neeche ground par chale jao.”

Bat TV cabinet ke peeche khadi thi, jaise har hafte. White t-shirt meri peeth se chipak rahi thi. Uske light blue cotton kurta ke kinare halki hawa mein hil rahe the, bun se kuch baal nikal aaye the.

Usne remote chheen liya

Maine pehle wahi bahana socha jo har Sunday nikalta hai. Gaurav ne batting order bhej rakhi thi. Agar late hua to team gusse mein rahegi. Velamma ke saamne woh baat halki pad gayi.

“Ground par log wait kar rahe honge,” maine kaha, awaaz ummid se zyada kamzor nikli.

Woh sofa ke doosre kone se meri taraf khisak aayi. Uski aankhen gusse mein nahi thin, thakan mein thin. Pados mein itne hafte chai aur commentary ke baad bhi beech ki baat kabhi khuli nahi thi.

“Agar tum abhi uthe, to agle Sunday darwaza mat khatkhatana. Show ke liye nahi bulati main.”

Pankhe ki sarsarahat ke alawa kamra chup tha. Maine uski kamar ki taraf nahi, uske chehre ki taraf dekha. Jawab se turant kaam badalna tha, nahi to yeh ruti hui dosti hi reh jati.

“Haan,” maine kaha. “Aaj main yahin rukta hoon.”

Uske honthon par halki muskaan aayi, koi lamba vaada nahi. Kurta ke pehle button tak meri ungli gayi to usne khud kapda aage se khol diya. Chati ke upar pasina chamak raha tha, bra nahi thi, sirf cotton ki naram garmi thi.

Sofa ke takye peeche sarak gaye. Mere shorts ka nada uski ungliyon mein aa gaya. T-shirt sar ke upar nikalte waqt meri saans atak si gayi. Velamma ne mere lund ko shorts ke upar se dabaya, phir kapda neeche khincha.

Munh uski gardan par rakhte hi namak aur soap ki geeli khushbu aayi. Usne mere baal pakde, lekin zor se nahi, jaise rasta dikha rahi ho. Meri jeebh uski chati par phir uske nipple par ruki. Woh peeth se sofa mein dhas gayi, palazzo ka nada khul chuka tha.

“Yahan, isi sofa par,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf. “Bedroom ki naatak nahi chahiye.”

Palazzo uski thighs se sarak kar takton par gir gaya. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, mere do ungliyon par garam pani sa laga. Usne meri kalai pakad kar rhythm khud set kiya, tez nahi, lekin ruka hua bhi nahi.

Jawab ke baad sab badla

Main ghutnon ke bal uske beech jhuka. Uski chut par munh rakhte hi uski saans lambi ho gayi. Jeebh se upar se neeche tak halke se phera, phir clit par ruk kar gola banaya. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon par kasti rahi, kabhi meri gardan, kabhi sofa ki ooth.

“Aur dheere nahi,” usne daant ke beech se kaha. Maine uski thighs ko apne kanon ke paas dabaaye rakha. Geeli awaaz kamre mein pankhe se takraati rahi. Jab uski kamar uthne lagi to maine do ungliyan andar daalin, munh bahar clit par.

Uski body ki kampan pehle pet mein aayi, phir uski taangein meri peeth par lapat gayin. Woh meri choti si choti si siskiyon mein naam nahi leti, sirf “haan” dohraati rahi, jaise faisla dobara stamp ho.

Uth kar maine apna lund uski geeli chut par ragda, shuru ke do dhakke bahar hi rahe. Velamma ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, kop se pakad kar andar le gayi. Garam, tight, aur itna asaan nahi jitna socha tha. Pehla dhakka mein dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Sofa ke ek pair ne aawaz di. Maine uske kandhon ko takye se sahlaya, uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Andar tak jaate hue uski chut ne dabaya, phir chhoda, phir dabaya. Meri shirt ab floor par thi, uska kurta kohni tak atka hua tha.

Kolkata ki is dhoop ne parda patla kar diya tha, lekin gali se koi nahi jhank sakta tha. Doosri baar India ke is shehar ki garmi ka ehsaas uski pet ki chamdi par hua, jahan mera haath paseene se phisal raha tha.

“Zor se,” usne kaha, aur yeh koi naatak nahi tha. Maine uski taang apne kamar par chadhai, doosri sofa ke kinare latak gayi. Dhakke gehre ho gaye. Uski chut se geeli siski nikal rahi thi, meri balls uski gaand se takraati thin.

Beech mein usne mujhe seene se lagaya, naak meri gardan mein. Main tez ho gaya to usne meri kamar pakad kar thoda rokaya, phir khud neeche se uthkar milne lagi. Yeh uska tempo tha, meri marzi ka natak nahi.

Palat kar woh upar aa gayi. Kurta bilkul sarak chuka tha. Uski chati mere munh ke saamne jhulne lagi, main ek nipple choosta raha, doosri ko ungli se malte raha. Uska haath peeche jakar mere lund ko uski chut mein theek rakhta tha. Woh dheere baithi, phir poori baith gayi, aur meri saans atak gayi.

Uski thighs mere sides ko kas rahi thin. Har baithak par uski chut kichakti, chhodti. Maine uski kamar tham kar madad ki, lekin control uske paas tha. Bun khul gaya, uske baal mere chehre par girne lage. Geela machak sofa ke kapde mein fail raha tha.

“Ab palat,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. Main peeche se uske peeche khada hua, usne sofa ki ooth pakad li. Uski gaand meri pet se lagi, uski kamar mein ek gehra khao tha jahan paseena jama tha. Andar ghuste hi usne gardan ghumai, ek aankh se dekha, phir munh takye mein daba diya.

Pehle dhakke chhote the, phir lambe. Meri ungliyan uski chut ke upar clit dhoondh rahi thin, gol, tez. Usne peeth mooh kar ke meri kalai dabaayi, matlab wahi raho. Kapde neeche itne ulajh chuke the ki palazzo mere pair se chipka pada tha.

Uske andar dhakke jab tez hue to uski awaaz badh gayi, phir usne khud daba li. Main ruka nahi, lekin zor ko uske uthne ke saath milaya. Uski chut bar bar kas rahi thi, jaise nikalna nahi chahti. Mere lund par woh tightness chadh rahi thi jo jaldi khatam karti hai.

Maine uska haath apne lund ki jad par rakha, taaki geela pan dono ko dikhe. Usne hans diya, woh hansna chhota tha, phir toot gaya. Kampan uski taangon se uthi, uski chut ne baar baar jhatka diya, aur meri ungli clit par atak si rahi.

Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Velamma ne peeche se kaha, “Bahar nahi. Andar.” Maine do lambe dhakke aur diye, phir jam kar gira. Garam liquid uski chut mein bhar gaya, kuch meri thighs par behne laga. Dono ki saansein pankhe se tez thin.

Sofa par hum akele pade rahe, kapde uljhe, TV ab bhi band. Uski ungli meri chhati par ghumti rahi, koi badi baat nahi. Maine uski kamar par haath rakha, uski saans dheemi padne lagi.

Ground jaane ka naya irada

Deewar ki ghadi teen chalis bata rahi thi. Itna time pata nahi kaise nikal gaya. Velamma ne kurta khincha, palazzo pair mein daale, bun dobara nahi kiya. Main shorts aur t-shirt dhoondhta raha, ek sleeve ulta milaa.

Remote wahi sofa ke kinare pada tha. Maine bina soche TV chala diya. Screen par doosri innings chal rahi thi, score tight tha, slips mein do aadmi khade the. Gaurav ke helmet ki pehchaan door se ho gayi.

Bat ab bhi cabinet ke peeche thi, jahan maine subah rakh di thi. Velamma ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhen screen par thin, phir mujh par. Woh rukne ko nahi keh rahi thi, aur na hi jaane ko.

Jooton ke saath cricket spikes corner mein the, jo main kabhi andar nahi badalta. Unhe pehen kar main darwaze tak gaya. Paseena saaf kiya, lekin gardan ab bhi geeli thi. Lift ke button dabaate hue neeche maidani mitti aur ball ki takkar dono saath saath yaad aaye, aur main seedha ground ki taraf nikal pada.

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