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Pallavi ne jaane se pehle izhaar kiya aur rasoi mein mujhe choda

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Pallavi ne daahine pair ki chappal seedhi ki, baayein pair se doosri ko paidal ke neeche dhoonda, aur steel ki thali sink ke kinare rakh di. Peeli kurta ke neeche uski saans tez thi. “Main chalti hoon, Gaurav. Maa ne phone kiya tha.”

Dupatta uske kandhon se phisalne laga. Usne use pakda, lekin kitchen ke darwaze ki taraf kadam nahi badhaya. Thali mein mutton ka salan thoda reh gaya tha, uski khushbu poori rasoi mein bhari hui thi.

Main fridge ke paas khada tha, karchi haath mein. “Pallavi, thali yahin chhod do. Main dho loonga.”

Usne sir hilaya, phir ruk gayi. Chappal ke talle floor par halki si awaaz kiye. “Gaurav.”

“Haan.”

“Main salan ke liye nahi aayi thi.” Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin. “Maa ka phone bhi bahana tha. Mujhe nahi jaana. Mujhe tu chahiye.”

Woh rasoi se nikalne hi wali thi

Ranchi ki dupahar mein, India ki yeh sookhi garmi khidki se rasoi ke andar ghus rahi thi. Fan ke neeche uske baal maathe par chipak rahe the, aur meri grey t-shirt peeth se chipki hui thi.

Maine karchi counter par rakh di. Pallavi abhi bhi chappal mein thi, jaane ko taiyar, lekin uska pair darwaze se palat aaya. Uske honth ek pal ke liye band rahe, jaise woh khud ko wapas kheenchna chahti ho.

“Abhi? Yahan?” meri awaaz bhaari pad gayi.

Usne ek kadam meri taraf liya. “Haan. Agar tu bhi chahe, to main rukti hoon. Nahi to main nikal jaungi.”

Maine uska haath pakda. Usne ungliyan meri mutthi mein kas kar diin. Woh chhoti si pakad kaafi thi. Phir meri doosri hathheli uski kamar par rakh di.

Kurta ke kapde ke neeche garmi thi. Pallavi ne aankhen band kiin, phir kholiin, aur mere gale ke paas aa gayi. Usne chuma, pehle halke se, phir is tarah jaise thali aur maa ka phone dono bahar reh gaye hon.

Main ne uski peeth par haath phera. Zip nahi thi, sirf kurta ke neeche churidar ka nada. Pallavi ne khud hi nada dheela kiya, chappal pairon mein hi rakh kar counter ki taraf dhakka diya. Steel ki karchi khanak gayi.

“Yahan koi nahi aayega,” maine kaha, kyunki building ke is floor par dopahar ko sab soye rehte hain. Hindustan ke is chhote shehar mein itni dosti aam hai, lekin aaj woh dosti rasoi ke tile par tutne wali thi.

Usne meri t-shirt upar ki. Meri shirt pet se chipki hui thi. Pallavi ki ungliyan meri chhaati par rukiin, phir neeche black shorts ke band tak chali gayiin. Mera lund pehle se tight tha. Usne upar se haath phera, aur meri saans atak gayi.

Main ne uski kurta kamar tak uthaayi. Safed bra ke upar paseena tha. Pallavi ne khud hook khola, bra counter ke kinare girayi, aur meri hathheli apne stan par dabaayi. Uski nipple meri hatheli ke beech mein sakht ho gayi.

Maine muh lagaya. Woh peeche jhuki, counter ki edge uski kamar ke peeche lagi. “Aur neeche,” usne kaha, awaaz geeli. Main ne churidar aur panty ek saath ghutnon tak utaar diye. Uski chut par halka baal tha, aur ungli lagate hi geelapan mila.

Pallavi ne meri gardan pakdi. “Andar mat daal abhi. Pehle yahin.” Maine do ungliyan uski chut mein dheere daaliin. Woh meri kalai ko dabaye rakha, pair chappal ke upar kanpte rahe. Uski saans mere baal ke khilaaf toot rahi thi.

Beech mein sab palat gaya

Counter ki thandak uski gaand ke neeche lagi jab maine use thoda upar uthaya. Pallavi hans padi, phir woh hansna moan mein badal gaya. Meri ungliyon par uski chut kasti rahi, aur uski thighs meri kamar ko kasne lagiin.

“Gaurav, bas… wahan.” Maine ungliyon ki raftaar badhayi, anguthe se upar wala naram hisa dabaya. Pallavi ka sar meri t-shirt ke kapde mein dhasa. Uski aankhen band thiin, honth khule.

Shorts maine ek haath se neeche kiye. Mera lund bahar aaya, Pallavi ne use dekh kar muh se thook nahi kiya, sirf hathheli se pakda aur upar-neeche kiya. Uske haath mein garmi aur tightness dono thi.

Wallet counter ke kone par pada tha, jahan subah chai rakhi thi. Maine condom nikaala, packet phaada, aur roll kiya. Pallavi ne dekha, sir hilaya, jaise yeh baat pehle se manzoor ho. Usne apna ek pair chappal se nikaal kar meri patli par rakh diya.

Main ne lund uski chut ke muh par lagaya. Pallavi ne khud ko neeche kiya. Andar jaate hi uski ungliyan meri peeth par khuridne lagiin. Uski chut geeli thi, lekin pehla dhakka phir bhi bhaari pada.

“Ruk, ek pal.” Maine ruka. Usne saans bhari, phir kamar aage di. “Ab de.”

Maine choda, pehle short, phir lambe dhakkon mein. Counter uske neeche hilne laga. Thali sink par khanki, karchi gir kar floor par larki. Pallavi ki peeli kurta ab pet par ataki hui thi, kapda geela.

Uske stan mere muh ke paas uth rahe the. Maine ek ko choosa, doosre ko haath se dabaaya. Pallavi ki awaaz dabi hui thi, jaise woh deewar ke paar ke flat ko yaad rakh rahi ho. Phir woh bhool gayi. “Tez, Gaurav.”

Maine speed badhayi. Uski thighs meri sides par kasiin. Har dhakke par uski chut mera lund ko kheenchti. Paseena uski gardan se kurta ke girebaan tak behne laga. Fan ki hawa dono ke beech se nikal rahi thi, kaafi nahi pad rahi thi.

Pallavi ne mere baal pakde. “Mujhe dekh.” Maine dekha. Uski aankhen geeli thiin, lekin rone wali nahi. Usne chuma, daant se mera honth kaata, aur kamar aur neeche sarkaayi taaki lund poora baith jaaye.

Main ne uski gaand ke neeche haath diya, use counter par aur kheench liya. Pallavi ki ek chappal pair se phisli, doosri latakti rahi. Uski nangi peeth tile ki thandak se kanp uthi, phir garmi ne wapas le liya.

“Yeh… yahi chahiye tha,” usne daanton ke beech kaha. Maine jawab mein aur andar mara. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, tez. Meri ungliyan uski kamar par nishaan chhod rahi thiin.

Pallavi ne peeche haath jaakar counter pakda. Is pose mein uske stan upar uth gaye. Maine muh un par ferra, phir uski gardan par. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas toot rahi thi, har dhakke par ek chhoti si dabi chill.

Beech mein maine raftaar kam ki, sirf lund ko andar rakh kar gol ghumaya. Pallavi irritate hui. “Mat tadpa. Chod.” Maine has diya nahi, bas wapas tez kiya. Uski thighs kaampne lagiin.

Usne apna haath apni chut ke upar wale hisse par rakh diya, khud ko ragadne lagi jab main andar-bahar ho raha tha. Yeh dekh kar mera lund aur sakht ho gaya. Condom ke upar bhi garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Kitchen ki khidki se neeche gali ki awaaz aayi, koi vegetable wala chillaya. Pallavi ki aankhen khuliin, phir band huin. Maine uska munh apne kandhe se dabaaye rakha, dhakke nahi rokhe. Woh vegetable wala door chala gaya.

Pallavi ki ungliyan meri shorts ke kapde mein uljhiin jo ghutnon par ataki thiin. Maine shorts poori tarah nahi utaare the. Yeh adhoora kapda aur uski uthi kurta dono ko aur gande bana rahe the. Uski panty ek pair ke round mein ataki rahi.

Maine use thoda ghumaya, taaki uski chhaati counter se lage, lekin Pallavi ne mana kiya. “Nahi, munh dekh.” Main wapas saamne aa gaya. Usne meri gardan dono haathon se pakdi, aur main ne uski dono thighs uthakar apni kamar se chipka liin.

Ab uska poora wazan meri baahein aur counter par tha. Maine choda, gehra. Pallavi ki awaaz ab dabi nahi rahi. “Haan… wahan… mat nikal.” Uski chut mera lund ko bar-bar kas rahi thi, jaise woh khud ko band kar rahi ho.

Meri kamariyon mein jalan si uthne lagi. Maine uski kamar kas kar pakdi. Pallavi samajh gayi. Usne apni ungli tez ki, aur uski body meri taraf jhatki. Uski aankhen bhari huin, honth kaampe, aur uski chut mera lund ke round mein nachi.

Uske baad bhi maine kuch dhakke aur diye. Pallavi ne meri peeth par naakhon se nishaan kiye, phir dheemi pad gayi. Maine lund andar rakhte hue hi apna pani condom mein chhoda. Lambi saans mere se nikal kar uske baal mein fansi.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Pallavi ka sar mere kandhe par raha, meri t-shirt geeli. Counter ke neeche karchi padi thi. Thali ab bhi sink par thi, salan ki chamak sookhne lagi thi.

Maine dheere bahar nikaala. Condom utaar kar tissue se lapeta, jo stove ke paas rakha tha, aur kachre ki tokri mein daala. Pallavi abhi counter se utri nahi thi. Uski thighs kaamp rahi thiin, churidar ek pair par ataka hua.

Usne meri kalai pakdi, is baar sex ke liye nahi. “Pani de.” Maine glass bhara. Pallavi ne khadi-khadi piya, ek katra uski chhaati se neeche laga. Usne use ungli se ponchha, phir meri t-shirt se nahi, apni kurta ke pallu se saaf kiya.

Thali lekar woh nikal gayi

Pallavi ne bra pehni, hook peeth peeche khud lagaya, kurta neeche ki. Churidar uthaya, nada bandha. Ek chappal door padi thi, usne pair se kheench kar pehni. Dupatta ab gila tha, usne use gardan par daal diya bina sajaye.

Main shorts uthakar bandh raha tha. Woh sink ke paas aayi, thali uthayi, salan ki chamach se ek last smell li, phir muskurayi. Yeh muskaan pehle wali polite dosti wali nahi thi.

Darwaze par usne ruk kar meri jaw ki haddi par honth rakhe, ek second, bina aur maange. “Thali main dhulwa ke nahi laungi.” Yeh line itni seedhi thi ki meri gardan ghum gayi.

Landing ki taraf uske chappal ki awaaz gayi. Main khidki se nahi dekha. Sirf yeh suna ke uske flat ka darwaza khula, band hua, aur rasoi mein fan waisi hi ghoonj chhod gaya.

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