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Uske pehle inkaar ke baad maine Pallavi ke saath sex kiya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

“Tumne role pehle hi chhod diya?” maine parda hataate hue poocha. Pallavi lipstick ki kani ko adhura chhod kar palat gayi. Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin aur uske honth ek pal hilte rahe.

Makeup table ke sheeshe mein hum dono dikhe, Indore ke is purane natak ghar ki halki batti ke neeche. Hindustan ki yeh purani aadat thi ki shaam ke rehearsal ghar jaisi lagti hain, lekin aaj hawa mein koi seedhi baat atki hui thi.

Main uske kandhe ke paas ruka. “Raju lighting wala bol raha tha ki tumne pichhle hafte director ko mana kar diya. Heroine ka hissa tumne khud chhod diya.”

Pallavi ne cream kurta ki patti theek ki, phir meri taraf dekha. Tees saal ki thi woh, aur uske chehre par woh thakaan thi jo sirf chhupi marzi se aati hai. “Haan. Maine pehle hi keh diya tha. Tumhe batane ki zaroorat nahi samjhi.”

“Kyun?” meri awaaz sochi-samjhi nahi nikli. Pichhle saal humne yahi stage share kiya tha, aur uske baad usne mujhe itna door rakha jaise koi faisla pehle se bandh chuka ho.

“Kyunki mujhe laga tumne Reena ke saath wahi play chhod kar naya rasta chun liya. Maine wait nahi kiya. Maine khud ko hata liya.” Pallavi ne stool par kala jeans ka ghutna chadhaaya, jaise baithna bhi ek saval ho.

Jo usne pehle chhupa liya

“Reena sirf lighting chart laayi thi,” maine kaha. “Koi rasta nahi chuna. Tumne meri jagah ek galat tasveer rakh li, aur us tasveer ke hisaab se role bhi chhod diya.”

Pallavi hans di, lekin woh hansna halka nahi tha. “Galat tasveer bhi ek choice hoti hai, Tarun. Main bees-unnees nahi, main apni marzi se hat ti hoon. Ab heroine wapas nahi lunga. Crowd scene hi kaafi hai.”

Green room ki khidki se gali ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Bharat ke is madhya shehar mein bhi log chhoti baaton ko bada bana dete hain, aur hum dono usi aadat ke andar khade the. Pallavi ka dupatta kursi par pada tha, cream kurta ke neeche uski saans tez chal rahi thi.

Main aage badha, phir ruka. “Agar tum ab bhi nahi chahogi to main yahin se hat jaunga.”

Pallavi ne mera collar pakda. “Hatna mat. Mujhe abhi chahiye.”

Uska muh mere muh par aa gaya, honth geele the lipstick se, aur uski jeebh ne meri jeebh ko dhoondha jaise koi jawab maang rahi ho. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Kurta ke kapde ke neeche uski garmi seedhi haath mein utar aayi. Pallavi ne ek awaaz nikaali, chhoti si, aur us awaaz ne meri nali tak khinch liya.

Makeup table ki kinare uski kalaal-si chudiyan khanakti rahi. Main ne uske baal peeche kiye. Uski gardan par muh rakhte hi uski ungliyan meri shirt ke button par chali gayin. Pehla button atka, doosra nikal aaya. Pallavi ke naakhun mere seene par lage, na sakht, na bhole.

“Pichhle hafte jab maine mana kiya,” usne saans ke beech kaha, “tab bhi yeh socha tha ki tum aakar poochoge. Tum nahi aaye. Aaj aaye ho. Isliye main ab baat nahi ghumaoongi.”

Kurta uske sir se atka, kaan ki baali se. Pallavi khud hasi, khud chhudaya, aur cream kapda kursi par gir gaya. Neela bra tight tha, uski chuchiyaan kapde ke upar se ubhar rahi thin. Maine cup ke upar muh rakha. Kapde ke upar se bhi uski naram garmi muh mein bhar gayi. Pallavi ka haath mere sar par raha, na dhakka, na rok.

Jeans ka zip usne khud khola. Main uski thighs ke bahar haath pher raha tha, denim garam thi. “Yahan se mat hato,” usne kaha, aur main nahi hata. Pant ke andar uski chut pehle se geeli thi, kapde ke patch se meri ungli chipak gayi. Pallavi ki saans ruk kar chali, jaise line miss ho gayi ho.

Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uski chuchiyaan bhari thin, gehre rang ki, aur maine ek ko honth se dabaaya to Pallavi ne mere baal ki julf kas li. “Ah, dheere… nahi, itna dheere nahi.” Uski marzi saaf thi, isliye maine dabaav badhaya. Doosri chuchi ko haath se malte hue pehli ko chatna shuru kiya. Uska badan stool ki taraf jhuk gaya.

Kaali jeans ghutno tak utri, phir pair se nikal gayi. Cream panty geeli thi beech se. Maine usko bhi utaara. Pallavi ke saamne meri shirt ab khuli padi thi. Usne mera belt khola, zip neeche ki, aur mera lund uske haath mein aa gaya, sakht, garam. Pallavi ne muh se ek baar chat kar dekha, phir upar dekha. “Andar chahiye. Bahar ki khel ab nahi.”

Hamari saanjhi garmi

Stool chhota tha, isliye Pallavi ne makeup table ki kinare apni kamr pakad li. Main uske beech khada hua. Uski chut ke honth geele the, garam the, aur mere lund ke sire ko unke beech rakhte hi Pallavi ne apni taangein meri kamar se lapet liin. Pehla dhakka halke se gaya, phir uski chut ne khud kheench liya.

Andar jaate hi Pallavi ki awaaz badal gayi. “Haan… yahi.” Maine uski kamar pakde rakh kar doosra dhakka diya. Uski chut ne mera lund ko gher liya, geela, tight, aur har dhakke par uski chuchiyaan meri chhati se takrati rahi. Table ki bottles hilne lagi. Lipstick ki kani gir kar roll hui, lekin kisi ne nahi uthayi.

Pallavi ke naakhun meri peeth par chalne lage. Main tez hua to uski aankhen band ho gayin, muh khula raha. “Tarun, wahi… aur.” Maine uski ek taang upar uthayi, ghutna meri kamar se sata. Is harkat se lund aur gehra gaya. Pallavi ki chut se geeli awaaz aa rahi thi, chhap-chhap, aur woh awaaz green room ki deewar se takra kar wapas aa rahi thi.

Kuch der baad Pallavi ne meri chhati dhakka diya, na inkaar ke liye, jagah badalne ke liye. Woh palat kar table ki kinare jhuk gayi, baal ek taraf gir gaye. Uski gaand ke upar se uski chut dikh rahi thi, geeli, khuli. Maine peeche se ghusaaya. Is baar dhakka tez tha. Pallavi ne table ki kinare ko pakad liya aur ek lambi saans bharni padi.

“Itna… haan, itna hi rakh.” Uski awaaz kapde mein dabi nahi thi, seedhi thi. Maine uski kamar dono haathon se pakdi. Har dhakke par uski chut mera lund ko nichodti, chhodti, phir nichodti. Pallavi ke stani table se ragad kha rahe the. Uski saans tez ho chuki thi, aur beech-beech mein woh mera naam le rahi thi, kam, saaf.

Main jhuk kar uske kandhe par muh rakh kar pelta raha. Uski chut ab itni geeli thi ki meri jangh tak ras bahne laga. Pallavi ne peeche haath bheja, meri jangh pakdi, jaise taalu nahi, taalu ke saath chalna ho. Uske is haath ne meri raftaar badha di. Dhakke chhote nahi rahe, lambe ho gaye, aur Pallavi ki awaaz unke saath mil gayi.

Phir usne khud ko palat liya, meri chhati par haath rakh kar mujhe stool par bithaya. Pallavi meri god mein aa gayi, taangein dono taraf. Usne mera lund pakad kar apni chut par sataaya, do pal ragda, phir baith gayi. Gehra baithna tha. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se takrayin. Uski chuchiyaan mere muh ke saamne thin, maine dono ko haath mein bhar liya jab woh upar-neeche hone lagi.

Pallavi ki thighs meri janghon se ragad kha rahi thin. Uski chut har baithak par mera lund ko poora le rahi thi. Maine uski kamar se lag kar upar dhakka diya, usne neeche se jawab diya. Yeh koi sochi hui line nahi thi, bas do logon ka ek hi raasta. Pallavi ke baal uske chehre par chipak gaye, paseene se. Maine unhe hataya, uske honth chume, aur usne daant se mera honth pakad liya.

“Ab nikalna mat,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. Main nahi nikla. Pallavi ki chut sikudne lagi, andar se tarang si uthi, uski ungliyan meri gardan peeche kas gayin. Uski awaaz ruk-ruk kar nikli, phir tut gayi. Uski taangein kaanpne lagiin, chut ne mera lund ko itna kasa ki main bhi ruka nahi. Maine uski kamar dabaye rakha, do tez dhakke diye, aur apna pani uski chut ke andar chhod diya.

Pallavi meri chhati par jhuk kar rahi, dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Mera lund ab bhi uske andar tha, dheela hota hua, lekin uski chut ne abhi chhoda nahi tha. Maine uske peeth par haath phera, na shabd, na wada. Pallavi ne meri shirt ke kapde ko ungli se masla, jaise kapda hi ek nishan ho.

Kuch pal baad woh uthne lagi. Mere lund ke nikalte hi uski taangon ke beech se geela ras tapka, uski thighs par line ban gayi. Pallavi ne tissue nahi maanga, apni hi panty se ponchha, phir panty pehan li. Yeh koi saaf-suthra bandhan nahi tha, bas wahi kapda jo pehle utara tha.

Alag ho kar nikalna

Crowd scene ki awaaz corridor se aa gayi. “Pallavi! Jaldi!” Kisi ladke ki awaaz thi, door se, jaldi mein. Pallavi ne neela bra lapeta, cream kurta sir ke upar se daala, baali phir atki, usne khud chhudaya. Jeans uthayi, zip chadhayi. Dupatta kursi se liya, gardan par daala jaise pehle daalti thi.

Main ab bhi stool par nanga nahi, lekin khuli shirt aur neeche utri jeans ke saath baitha tha. Pallavi ne sheeshe mein lipstick ki kani uthayi, honth par ek line kheench di, adhuri, phir rakh di. Uski aankhen sheeshe mein meri aankhon se mili.

“Role wapas nahi lungi,” usne kaha. “Jo maine pehle chhod diya, woh chhoda hi rahega. Tumhe aaj jo chahiye tha, woh mil gaya. Mujhe bhi. Isse zyada aaj nahi.”

Main khada hua, jeans chadhai, belt kasi. Pallavi darwaze ke paas thi. Usne handle pakda, palat kar ek baar dekha, koi lamba jumla nahi bola. Corridor ki batti uske cream kurta par padi, aur woh nikal gayi, crowd scene ki taraf, usi faisle ke saath jo usne hafte pehle kar liya tha.

Green room mein lipstick ki kani table par roll hoti rahi. Main button lagata raha, ek ek karke, aur darwaza jaisa usne chhoda tha waisa hi khula raha.

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