Top Hindi Sex Kahani Part 2: Darwaze Par Simran

Doorbell phir baji, is baar lambi aur ziddi, aur Priya ke haath me pakda hua woh spare phone achanak bahut bhaari lagne laga. Yeh top hindi sex kahani ka doosra aur aakhri hissa hai, aur is raat ka har second uske kaan me goonj raha tha.

Usne screen ki taraf dekha. Wohi folder khula tha, TOP, aur uske andar number ek par woh video thi jisme uska pati Karan uski sabse achhi dost Simran ke saath tha. Priya ne gehri saans li, phone ko apne kurte ki jeb me dala, aur darwaza khol diya.

Simran wahi khadi thi, bilkul waisi hi muskaan ke saath jaise college ke dino me hoti thi. Haath me ek paper bag tha, jisme se mithaas ki khushboo aa rahi thi. "Surprise," Simran boli, andar kadam rakhte hue. "Raste se guzar rahi thi, socha milti chalun. Karan ghar par hai?"

Priya ne darwaza band kiya. Awaaz halki thi, lekin uske andar kuch tootne ki awaaz usse bhi halki thi. "Nahi hai," Priya boli. "Aur achha hai ki nahi hai. Baith. Baat karni hai."

Simran drawing room me baithi, bag table par rakha, aur tabhi uski nazar Priya ke chehre par padi. Muskaan dheere dheere utar gayi. "Kya hua? Tu theek hai? Teri aankhen..."

Priya ne jeb se phone nikala aur uske saamne table par rakh diya. Screen abhi bhi usi folder par thi. Simran ka chehra ek second me safed pad gaya. Uske honth khule, phir band ho gaye. "Yeh... yeh tujhe kahan se mila?"

"Karan ki almari se. Uski purani jeans ki jeb se gira tha. Password uski car ka number tha, itna predictable." Priya ki awaaz me na aansu the, na chillahat. Sirf ek thandi, saaf aag thi. "Number ek. Tu. Meri sabse achhi dost."

Simran ne phone ki taraf haath badhaya, phir rok liya. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. "Priya, please, meri baat sun. Woh video... woh meri marzi se nahi bana tha. Usne chhup kar banaya tha."

"Toh tune mujhe bataya kyun nahi?" Priya ki awaaz ab oonchi ho gayi. "Teen saal, Simran. Teen saal se yeh uske phone me pada hai aur tu meri shaadi me aakar meri thali sajati rahi?"

Simran ki aankhon me aansu aa gaye. "Kyunki usne kaha tha agar maine munh khola toh woh video tere tak pahuncha dega, aur tere saath meri dosti khatam. Usne mujhe blackmail kiya, Priya. College ke baad usne mujhe phir fasaya, ek business deal ke liye mere papa ke contacts chahiye the usse. Us raat ke baad usne video dikhaya aur kaha, ab tu meri jeb me hai."

Priya kursi par dheere se baith gayi. Uske dimaag me tasveeren daud rahi thi. Karan ki woh muskaan, woh "baby" kehna, woh late night meetings. Sab jhooth nahi tha, lekin sab aadha sach tha. "Aur tu aaj kyun aayi hai? Sach bol."

Simran ne apne phone ki screen Priya ki taraf ghumayi. Ek location pin tha, ek five star hotel ka. "Kyunki woh aaj phir wahi kar raha hai. Number do wali ladki ke saath. Us folder me sirf purani yaadein nahi hain, Priya. Woh ab bhi rank karta hai. Har hafte nayi entry."

Priya ke pet me jaise aag lag gayi. Usne Simran ka phone haath me liya. Hotel ka naam padha, room number tak likha tha. Uska pati, is waqt, kisi aur aurat ke saath bistar me tha, aur woh yahan apni tutee hui shaadi ke tukde gin rahi thi.

Tabhi main darwaze me chaabi ghoomti hui sunayi di. Dono aurtein ek doosre ko dekhne lagi. Karan ghar aa gaya tha, ek ghanta pehle, chehre par wahi befikar muskaan liye.

"Arre Simran! Kya baat hai, aaj chand kahan se nikla," Karan bola, shoes utarte hue. Phir uski nazar table par rakhe do phone par padi, aur uski muskaan jaise freeze ho gayi. "Yeh... yeh phone tumhare paas kaise?"

Priya khadi ho gayi. Usne spare phone uthaya aur poori taakat se uske pairon ke paas deewar par de maara. Screen chhatak gayi, tukde farsh par bikhre. "TOP folder, Karan. Number ek se lekar number saat tak. Tumne apni biwi ki zindagi ko apne phone ka playlist bana rakha tha."

Karan ka chehra peela pad gaya. "Priya, suno, woh sab purana hai, college ke time ka..."

"Hotel ka room number bhi college ke time ka hai?" Priya ne Simran ka phone uske chehre ke saamne kiya. "Bolo. Abhi bolo. Kyunki iske baad tum is ghar me ek lafz nahi bologe."

Karan ke honth hile, lekin awaaz nahi nikli. Simran bhi khadi ho gayi, uski aankhon me ab dar nahi, gussa tha. "Tumne meri zindagi barbaad karne ki koshish ki, Karan. Us video se tumne mujhe teen saal tak apni ungliyon par nachaya. Ab bas."

Priya ne bedroom ki taraf ishara kiya. "Tumhara samaan pack karke kal subah tak nikal jao. Divorce ke papers mera lawyer bhejega. Aur haan, woh saari videos jisme tum ho, Simran ne already apne lawyer ko bhej di hain. Agar meri dosti ya meri izzat par ek ungli bhi uthi, toh tum jail me apna TOP folder bana lena."

Karan kuch kehne ko aage badha, lekin Priya ki aankhon me jo dekha, usse woh ruk gaya. Woh chupchaap bedroom me gaya. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi. Ghar me ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya.

Simran sofe par toot kar baith gayi aur rone lagi. Priya uske paas baithi, aur bina soche uske kandhe par haath rakh diya. "Bas. Ab koi nahi royega. Aaj ki raat ke baad hum dono naye sire se shuru karenge." Priya ne angrezi shabd ko beech me hi roka aur Hindi me kaha, "naye sire se."

Simran ne aansu ponchhe aur halki si hansi hansi. "Tum ab bhi wahi ho. Gusse me bhi angrezi bhool jaati ho." Dono hass padi, pehli baar us shaam halki hansi. Priya uthi aur kitchen se wine ki bottle aur do glass le aayi.

"Usne hum dono ko istemal kiya," Priya boli, glass bharke. "Tumhe dhamki dekar, mujhe andhere me rakhkar. Lekin aaj ke baad, meri zindagi me koi aadmi meri marzi ke bina ek kadam nahi badhayega." Usne glass uthaya. "Nayi shuruaat ke naam."

Simran ne glass takraya. Wine ki ghunt ke saath dono ke kandhe dheele padne lage. Baatein khulne lagi, college ke din, woh raatein jab dono ne ek doosre se har raaz share kiya tha, aur beech ke woh teen saal jab ek jhooth ne unke beech deewar khadi kar di thi.

Raat gehri hoti gayi. Simran ne apne baal khole, aur Priya ne dekha ki uski dost ki aankhon me ab sharm nahi thi. "Pata hai," Simran dheere se boli, "usne hum dono se sab kuch chheena, lekin ek cheez nahi chheen paya. Hum dono ka woh rishta jo usse pehle ka tha."

Priya ne Simran ka haath apne haath me liya. Us sparsh me kuch tha, ek garmahat jo dosti se aage badh rahi thi. Simran ne apna haath nahi chhudaya. Dono ki saansen tez ho gayi.

"Yeh sahi hai?" Simran ne fusfusakar pucha, phir khud hi Hindi me boli, "yeh theek hai?" Priya ne jawab me uske gaal par haath rakha aur apne honth uske honthon par rakh diye. Pehla chumban dheema tha, sawal poochta hua. Doosra gehra, jawab deta hua.

Simran ke honth naram the, wine ki mithaas liye hue. Priya ne uske honthon ko choosa, apni jeebh uske munh me daali, aur Simran ne ek halki si karah ke saath uska saath diya. Dono ke haath ek doosre ke chehre, gardan par ghoomne lage.

Priya ne Simran ki kurti ke button kholne shuru kiye, ek ek karke. Simran ne apni aankhen band kar li, uski chhati tez tez oopar neeche ho rahi thi. Jab kurti utri, toh uske kale bra me kasi hui chhatiyan saamne aayi. Priya ne bra ka hook khola aur uske boobs ko apne haathon me bhar liya.

"Kitne naram hain," Priya ne kaha, unhe halke se dabate hue. Simran ke munh se ek gehri saans nikli. Priya ne apna munh jhukaya aur uske nipple ko apne honthon me liya, pehle halke se choosa, phir zor se. Simran ne Priya ke baalon me ungliyan gadha di.

Simran ne bhi Priya ka kurta oopar kiya. Dono ab kamar se oopar nangi thi, ek doosre se lipatkar sofe par leti hui. Unki nangi chhatiyan aapas me ragad kha rahi thi, nipple sakht ho chuke the. Priya ne Simran ki salwar ka nada khola aur use neeche sarka diya.

Simran ki panty geeli ho chuki thi. Priya ne ungli se uski chut ko panty ke oopar se sehlaya, aur Simran ki kamar uchhal padi. "Priya... please..." Usne panty ek taraf hatayi aur apni ungli uski geeli chut me daal di.

Andar garm aur geela tha. Priya ne ungli andar bahar karni shuru ki, dheere dheere tez karte hue. Simran ki saansen ukhadne lagi, uske haath Priya ki peeth par nakhun gadha rahe the. "Aur... aur zor se..."

Priya ne doosri ungli bhi daal di. Simran ka badan kaanpne laga. Priya ne apna angutha uske dane par rakha aur gol gol ghumaya. Simran chilla padi, uski chut ne Priya ki ungliyon ko zor se jakad liya, aur woh jhad gayi, uska pani Priya ke haath par beh gaya.

Ab Simran ki baari thi. Usne Priya ko sofe par litaya aur uski salwar utar di. Priya ki chut bhi pani chhod rahi thi. Simran ne apna chehra uski tangon ke beech rakha aur apni jeebh se uski chut ko chaatna shuru kiya, oopar se neeche tak, lambe lambe stroke.

Priya ki kamar dhanush ki tarah uchhal gayi. "Haan... aise hi... mat ruk..." Simran ne uske dane ko apne honthon me liya aur choosne lagi, saath me do ungliyan uski chut me daal di. Priya ke munh se lagatar siskiyan nikal rahi thi.

Dono ek doosre me kho gayi. Kamre me sirf unki saanson aur geeli awazon ki goonj thi. Priya ne Simran ke baal pakde aur apni chut par uska munh dabaye rakha, jab tak uske jism me bijli si nahi daud gayi. Woh zor se jhadi, uski cheekh drawing room ki deewaron se takrayi.

Kuch der dono aise hi leti rahi, paseene me bheegi, ek doosre ki baahon me. Bahar se Karan ke kamre ka darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi, phir band hone ki. Woh so gaya tha, ya sone ka natak kar raha tha. Kisi ko farak nahi pada.

Simran ne Priya ke maathe par chuma. "Tumne aaj mujhe wapas zinda kar diya." Priya ne muskurakar kaha, "Humne ek doosre ko wapas zinda kiya." Dono ne kapde theek kiye, bachi hui wine khatm ki.

Subah ke chaar baje, Priya ne apne phone se Karan ka number delete kiya, uski tasveeren delete ki, aur phone side par rakh diya. Simran uske kandhe par sar rakhkar so gayi thi. Priya ne khidki se bahar dekha, Gurgaon ki lights dheere dheere bujh rahi thi.

Usne Simran ke baalon me haath phera aur dheere se boli, "Ab meri kahani, mere hisaab se." Darwaza band tha, dil khula tha, aur raat apne aakhri peher me thi.