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Audio take ke baad Kavya ne mujhe sofa par choda

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Kavya ne phone speaker se pehli take sunate hi volume gira diya aur meri taraf dekh kar boli, “Yeh mat bhejna. Isme tu kuch aur bol raha hai.”

Sofa ke armrest se uthte hue maine phone uthaya. Speaker par meri hi awaaz anniversary ke ashirwad ke beech atak gayi thi, us dheemi line ke saath, “Kaash yeh mic na hota.” Kavya ke gaal garam the. Peach kurti uski thighs tak thi aur black leggings chipki hui thi.

Uski aankhen gusse se kam, uljhan se zyada bhari thi. “Yeh family ke liye hai. Mami ki pacheesvi shaadi anniversary aaj shaam Vadodara ke us paar hall mein hai. Poore Bharat se rishtedar recorded ashirwad bhej rahe hain. Tu last hafte bola tha, tu sirf recording ke liye aayega.”

Last hafte wahi baat meri zubaan se nikal gayi thi. Common friend ke gate par hum itne kareeb aa gaye the ki uske honth mere honthon se lagte-lagte ruk gaye. Main peeche hat gaya tha aur bola tha ki main uske ghar kaam ke liye aaunga, kuch aur nahi.

Kavya ne us promise ko mana kiya tha jaise maine usko thukra diya ho. Aaj living room ki door pehle se bandh thi, parden thode khinche hue the, aur table par phone ab bhi recording app ke saath pada tha. Red dot bandh ho chuka tha.

“Woh line joke nahi thi,” meri awaaz kam thi. “Mic ki wajah se main tujhe haath nahi laga raha tha. Wada darr se tha.”

Kavya ne uske baal kanon ke piche kiye. “Maine samjha tha tu mujhe nahi chahta. Isliye tu audio ka bahana leke aaya. Mami ka program wait nahi karega, Ritesh. File aaj chahiye.”

Uske kareeb jaate hue peach kurti ki silai dikhane lagi. “File bhejenge. Pehle yeh bata, tu mujhe ab bhi nikalna chahti hai?”

Pehli take ruki

Kavya ne grey t-shirt ke neeche meri kamar pakdi, ek pal dabaye rakha, phir dheere chhod di. “Agar tu bhi chahta hai to sofa par rukk. Recording baad mein. Nahi to abhi nikal ja. Main khud short ashirwad bhej dungi. Yeh kaam ke badle kuch nahi maang rahi.”

Uske honth maine tab chume. Kavya ne wapas chuma, muh khol kar, jaise last hafte ka rukna ab bardasht nahi tha. Hum sofa ke kinare tak hat te gaye. Uski kurti meri chhati se ragar kha rahi thi.

Grey t-shirt usne upar ko kheench li. Meri chhati par uska haath raha, naakhun halki si kharash de rahe the. “Itna soch-soch ke mat chhoo. Jo bolna tha last hafte bol de.”

Kurti ke neeche meri ungliyon ko maine uski peeth par phiraaya. Koi blouse nahi tha, sirf naram chamdi aur garam saans. Hindustan ke is garm shaam mein uski gardan par paseena tha, aur mere hathon ki garmi uski peeth par fail rahi thi.

Kavya ne khud kurti sar ke upar se nikal di. Uski chuchiyaan tight ho chuki thi, gehre brown. Maine muh lagaya, halke se daant se dabaya. Uski lambi saans meri baalon par giri. “Aur upar mat soch,” usne kaha, “yahi ruk.”

Leggings ki elastic uski kamar par kasti thi. Maine use hips se neeche khiskaaya. Black kapda uski thighs par atka, phir pairon se nikal gaya. Woh sofa par let gayi, ek taang floor par, doosri mere kamar ke peeche. Uski chut par patli nami thi, ungli se chhoote hi usne kamar uthayi.

“Geeli ho,” maine kaha, zyada lambe comment ke bagair. Kavya hans di, chhoti si, phir meri jeans ki chain neeche ki. Mera lund bahar aaya, garam, uski h pal ki mutthi mein. Usne dheere sarkaaya, dekh kar, jaise confirm kar rahi ho ki last hafte wala darr ab nahi hai.

Jeans aur underwear pairon tak aa gaye. Maine unhe ek jhatke mein nikaal kar sofa ke peeche gira diya. Wallet jeeb se nikal kar table ke kona par rakh diya, condom ke wrapper ke saath. Kavya ne woh packet khud uthaya, daant se kaagaz phaada, aur mere lund par chadha diya. Rubber ki sardi ke baad uski mutthi garam lagi.

“Ab andar aa,” usne kaha. “Bahana mat bana. Mic bandh hai.”

Uski chut ke muh par lund rakhte hi Kavya ne meri gardan pakad li. Pehle dhakke par woh tight thi, phir geeli hokar khuli. Andar jaate hue uski aankhen bandh hui, honth khule. Maine ruk kar uska chehra dekha. Usne sir se ishara kiya, aur main poora baith gaya.

Sofa ke cushion neeche sarakte rahe. Kavya ki ek taang meri kamar par kasti rahi, doosri floor par tikkar dhakka le rahi thi. Har dhakke par uski chuchiyaan meri chhati se takrati thi. “Last hafte tu bhaag gaya,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Aaj mat nikal.”

Uske honthon par maine jawab diya, alfaz kam, dhakke tez. Uski chut mera lund ko pakad kar chhodti, pakad kar chhodti. Meri ungliyon ne uski gaand ke neeche se uthaya, angle badla, aur uski awaaz badh gayi. Table ka phone hil gaya, lekin app bandh hi rahi.

Neeche sadak par bus ki horn goonji. Kavya ne meri peeth par naakhun gaad diye aur boli, “Dheeme nahi. Jo darr tha woh tu khud laya tha.” Maine uski baaton ko dhakke se kaata. Uski geeli chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, gili, tez. Meri saans uski gardan par tut rahi thi.

“Ritesh,” usne naam liya jaise gussa aur maang ek saath hon. Maine uski thighs aur kholi, uski chut aur gehli dikhi, lund nikal kar phir andar dhakka diya. Condom ki thin film ke peeche bhi uski garmi saaf thi. Kavya ne apna ek haath apni chuchi par rakha, doosra mere baal kheench raha tha.

Uski kamar ne rhythm pakad liya. Sofa ki back par uska sar dhakke se lagta, phir uth ta. Maine uski chut ke upar wala naram gola ungli se ragda. Kavya ki saans bigad gayi, taangein kaanpne lagi. “Wahan… wahi rakh,” usne kaha, aur main ungli nahi hataaya.

Uske andar spasms aaye, chut ne lund ko kas kar liya, phir chhoda, phir kasaa. Kavya ne mere kandhon kaat li, awaaz dabi, pair floor par patak diya. Maine uske climax ke beech dhakke nahi rokhe, sirf thode chhote kiye, uski chut ko geela rakhne ke liye.

Mera lund bhi tight ho chuka tha. Kavya ne aankhen khol kar dekha, honth se sirf “de” nikalta raha. Maine uski thighs apni kamar se chipka kar tez choda, char-paanch gahre dhakke, phir condom ke andar nikal aaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske upar jhuk kar raha, lund abhi bhi andar, kamzor padta hua.

Kavya ne meri gardan se honth hataaye, lekin haath nahi. “Wada jo tune last hafte kiya tha, woh galat samajh thi. Tu darr raha tha, main mana samajh rahi thi.” Maine uske maathe par honth rakhe, alfaz nahi diye. Uski chut se lund nikalte hue condom bhara hua tha. Maine use table ke neeche waste bin ki taraf sirf itna kiya ki haath saaf ho, bina hisaab lagaye.

Peach kurti sofa ke arm par atki thi. Kavya ne woh sirf chhati tak kheench li, pair ab bhi khule. Main jeans uthane laga kyunki hawa thandi lagi, lekin t-shirt abhi floor par hi rahi. Hum akele the, living room ki ghadi ne saat baja diye the.

Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, thaki hui, garam. “Ashirwad abhi bhejna hai,” usne yaad dilaya, gusse se nahi, practical hokar. Maine socha tha ab uski taangon par sar rakh kar do minute let jaunga. Phone ki screen table par jal uthi.

Wada tod kar paas aana

Notification mami ka nahi, recording app ka tha. Screen par ek hi take dikh raha tha, wahi pehli file jisme meri dheemi line thi. Doosra take kabhi start hi nahi hua tha. Kavya ne bhi woh bar dekha aur muh banaya. “Humne kuch save nahi kiya. Hall wait kar raha hoga.”

Sar rakhne wala irada turant tuta. Maine jeans ki chain lagayi, nanga seene ke saath sofa ke kinare baith gaya, phone uthaya, naya take start kiya. Kavya ne kurti neeche kheench kar meri bagal mein pair jod liye, awaaz saaf rakhne ke liye chup.

“Sharda mami, Ritesh bol raha hoon, Kavya ke saath. Aap dono ki pacheesvi anniversary par dil se ashirwad. Lambi sehat, ghar mein shanti. Vadodara se yahi dua.” Bees second, bina whisper ke, bina saans ke khel ke. Stop dabaate hi file save hui.

Kavya ne meri kalai par ungli rakhi, bhejne se pehle. “Ab yeh wali bhej. Purani delete kar.” Maine pehli take delete ki, nayi file mami ke message par attach ki, send daba diya. Screen par single tick aaya.

Galat file ka pata

Phone table par wapas rakhte hue maine t-shirt floor se uthayi, lekin pehnne se pehle balcony ki taraf nahi, sink ki taraf kadam kiya. Munh dho kar aane se pehle Kavya ne kaha, “Hall se ab call mat lena. File chali gayi. Tu yahan se uth, paani pi, phir kapde theek kar.”

Jeans pehle se lagi thi, t-shirt ab haath mein thi. Main kitchen counter tak gaya, glass bhara, ek ghoont liya, aur wahi khada raha kyunki living room mein wapas letna ab possible nahi tha. Screen par double tick jal utha, mami ki taraf se sirf ek thik aa gaya. Usi pal maine glass rakh diya aur kapde siyaane ke liye bathroom ka darwaza khol diya.

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