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In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
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Virgin Neighbor – Woh Accidental Pehli Raat || Desi hindi sex stories

Virgin Neighbor – Woh Accidental Pehli Raat || Desi hindi sex stories


Yeh baat sirf 10 din pehle ki hai. Mera naam Arjun hai, umar 34 saal. Main ek private bank mein manager hoon aur abhi Lucknow mein posting hai. Bank ne mujhe ek accha 2BHK flat diya hai Gomti Nagar mein. Zindagi calm chal rahi thi – office, ghar, kabhi kabhi gym.

Us din shaam ko main bank se thaka hua aaya toh bagal wale flat mein awaaz sunai di. Pata chala ki Kanpur se unke bade bhai-bhabhi aaye hue hain. Saath mein unki 18 saal ki beti bhi thi – naam Neha. Woh 12th class mein padhti hai aur school ki chhuttiyon mein yahan ghumne aayi thi.

Main unke flat mein baith ke baatein kar raha tha jab Neha TV pe movie dekh rahi thi. Movie stuck ho gayi toh woh thoda gussa ho gayi. Maine casually bola, “Mere paas full movie hai pendrive mein, chahe toh le ja sakti ho.” Usne smile kiya aur haan bol diya.

Chai peene ke baad main apne flat mein aa gaya. Garmi bahut thi toh turant shower mein ghus gaya. Paani ke neeche naha hi raha tha ki doorbell baji – 2-3 baar tez se. Maine jaldi se towel lapet liya aur darwaza khola. Saamne Neha khadi thi. Uski tight pink t-shirt se uske tight boobs bahut clearly dikhai de rahe the. Mera lund turant react karne laga.

Maine use andar aane ko kaha aur pendrive lene bedroom ki taraf gaya. Darwaza thoda khula chhod diya tha. Jab wapas aa raha tha toh wet floor pe pair phisal gaya aur main zor se gir pada. Towel ekdum se khul gaya aur main bilkul nanga uske saamne khada tha. Neha ki nazar seedha mere 7-inch khade lund pe pad gayi. Woh 4-5 second tak stare karti rahi, phir sharma ke “sorry” bolti hui bhag gayi.

Main bhi jaldi se towel sambhal ke bathroom mein ghus gaya. Thoda fresh hone ke baad maine use movie de di. Us raat uski aankhein mujhse mil nahi pa rahi thi.

Agla din Sunday tha. Bank band. Main sirf lungi pehen ke sofa pe baitha cricket match dekh raha tha. Bell baji. Darwaza khola toh Neha khadi thi – blue jeans aur yellow crop top mein bilkul sexy lag rahi thi. Usne bola, “Arjun bhaiya, hamara TV kharab ho gaya hai. Papa ne kaha aapke yahan movie dekh lu.”

Maine use andar bula liya aur darwaza band kar diya. Sofa pe baithne ko kaha aur movie laga di. Khud kitchen mein chaye banane chala gaya. Jab wapas aaya toh notice kiya ki uski nazar mere lungi ke bulge pe lagi hui thi. Mera lund already half-hard tha kyuki uske boobs crop top mein bahut tempting lag rahe the.

Chaye dete hue main uske bilkul paas baith gaya. Uske cheeks laal ho rahe the aur saans tez ho gayi thi. Maine dheere se apna haath uski thigh pe rakha. Woh thoda hili, lekin hata nahi. Maine aur thoda dabaya aur uske chehre ko apne haathon mein leke uski aankhon pe kiss kar diya. Usne kuch nahi kaha, sirf aankhein band kar li.

Phir usne apna haath meri thigh pe rakha aur dheere dheere upar ki taraf badhane lagi. Maine uska haath pakad ke seedha apne lund pe rakh diya. Pehle woh hataane lagi, phir usne khud se pakad liya aur halke se stroke karne lagi.

Main pagal ho gaya. Uske soft lips pe apne lips rakh diye aur zor se kiss karne laga. Uske boobs ko top ke upar se dabane laga. Woh bhi garam ho chuki thi. Maine use sofa pe litaya aur top upar kiya. Black bra bahut hot lag rahi thi. Bra ka hook khola aur uske perfect, tight boobs bahar aa gaye. Main unko muh mein leke choosne laga, ek ko muh mein aur dusre ko haath se masalta hua.

Neha ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi. Maine uski jeans ka button khola. Usne khud hips utha ke madad ki. Panty nahi pehni thi! Uski clean shaved pussy pe halke brown hair the. Main apni ungli uske clit pe ghumane laga. Woh geeli ho chuki thi. Ek ungli andar daali toh usne “Ufff…” kiya aur apni gaand upar utha di.

Woh virgin thi. Usne dheere se bola, “Arjun bhaiya… main pehli baar hoon… dard hoga na?” Maine usko kiss kiya aur bola, “Dar mat, main dheere karunga. Agar nahi karna hai toh bol do.”

Lekin usne mujhe aur kheench liya. Main jaldi se bedroom se lubricant laya, uski pussy aur apne lund pe achhe se laga diya. Uske upar let gaya, boobs dabate hue aur lips chuste hue dheere se tip andar daala. Woh thoda sihri, lekin mujhe pakad ke rakha.

Ek halka sa push – 2 inch andar. Phir ek aur. Uske aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the lekin woh ruk nahi rahi thi. 4-5 minute baad jab main pura andar tha, usne khud apni gaand hilaani shuru kar di. Ab woh bhi full masti mein thi – mujhe kiss kar rahi thi, nails meri peeth pe gada rahi thi.

Hum dono tezi se dhakke maar rahe the. Uske tight virgin pussy ne mere lund ko bilkul jakad rakha tha. Jab mera climax aane wala tha toh maine bahar nikaal ke uske pet pe saara cum nikaal diya. Usne bhi ek chhota orgasm feel kiya tha.

Main usko saaf kiya, kapde pehnaaye aur chaye di. Woh thoda limp chal rahi thi lekin bahut khush thi.

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