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Pyaar bhare couple ki raat Ruchi ke faisle ke baad

7 min readRomantic Sex Stories

“Maine woh transfer nahi liya,” Ruchi ne bed ke kinare baithte hue itni halki awaaz mein kaha ki pehle mujhe laga usne koi aur baat kahi. Uske geele baal towel ke neeche se nikal rahe the, aur meri nazar uski aankhon par atak gayi.

“Kaunsa transfer?” Maine kamre ke darwaze ke paas se poochha. Ahmedabad ke is chhote society flat mein Gujarat, Bharat ki shaam khidki se andar ghus rahi thi, aur uski awaaz us garmi se alag, thandi si lagi.

“Studio wali branch. Doosre sheher. Last week hi maine mana kar diya.” Usne towel apne kandhon par kasa. “Tumhe isliye nahi bataya kyunki mujhe lagta tha tum apne aap ko doshi samajhoge.”

Mera dil ek baar bhaari hua, phir garam. Hum teen saal se yeh couple ki tarah is ghar mein the, pyaar ke saath, aur usne akele hi itna bada faisla le liya. Gusse se zyada meri saans atak gayi.

“Tumne poocha tak nahi,” main bola, lekin awaaz mein daant nahi thi. “Yeh ghar, yeh sheher, yeh relation tumhare liye itna tha?”

“Itna nahi, tum itne the.” Ruchi hans di, phir gambheer ho gayi. “Mujhe naya sheher nahi chahiye tha. Mujhe apna mard chahiye tha, apna pyaar. Isliye maine pehle hi chun liya ki main yahin rahungi.”

Woh uthi. Towel uske seenon ke upar se halke se sarakne laga. Main do kadam aage badha, aur uske honth itne kareeb the ki unki saans meri skin par padi.

“Aaj mujhe tum chahiye,” usne kaha, mere t-shirt ke kone ko pakadte hue. “Bina lecture ke. Bina hisaab ke.”

Jo usne pehle hi chun liya

Maine uske honthon ko chuma, pehle halka, phir gehra. Ruchi ne towel gira diya. Uski geeli skin meri t-shirt se chipak gayi, aur uske nange seenon ne mere seene ko daba diya. Hum dono ke beech woh purana pyaar achanak garam ho gaya.

Uske honth meri gardan par the. “Itne din se yeh baat pet mein dabi thi,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Har subah sochti thi kal bataungi, phir dar jaati thi.”

Maine uska haath apne seene par rakha. “Ab bata diya. Ab yahin raho.” T-shirt upar utar te hi uski ungliyan meri chhati par phail gayin. Shorts ki cord usne khud kholi, jaise faisla pehle se mana hua ho.

Bed par woh let gayi. Uski aankhen meri taraf khuli thin, dar nahi, sirf chah. Maine uski thighs ke beech jagah banayi, apna muh uski gardan par rakh kar chooma, phir uski chuchiyon ko honthon se dabaaya. Uski kamar meri taraf uth aayi.

“Sameer,” usne mera naam kheench kar liya. “Tez nahi, bas lage raho.”

Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ko pehle bahar se sahlaaya. Woh geeli thi, garam thi, aur uski saans meri kaan ke paas toot rahi thi. Ek ungli andar gayi to usne meri baahon ko kas liya. Doosri ungli ke saath uski body ne ek lamha rok kar phir hilna shuru kiya.

Main neeche jhuka. Zubaan uski chut par lagi to Ruchi ki ungliyan mere baalon mein ulajh gayin. Woh sharma nahi rahi thi, chhupa bhi nahi rahi thi. Har awaaz seedhi thi, jaise transfer chhodne jaisa hi yeh bhi uska apna chuna hua pal ho.

“Andar aao,” usne kaha, mere sar ko upar khinchte hue. “Mujhe lund chahiye, ungli nahi.”

Maine shorts poori tarah utar di. Mera lund uski pet par laga, garam, sakht. Ruchi ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, usko pakda, apni chut ke muh par ragda. Hum dono ek second ruke, phir maine dheere se andar dhakka diya.

Uski chut ne pehle kasa, phir khol diya. Main poora andar gaya to uski aankhen band huin, honth khule. Hindustan ki is garmi mein bhi kamra aur bhi geela lagne laga, paseene ki geeli khushbu towel aur sheet dono par faili hui thi.

Pehle dhakke dheeme the. Ruchi ki taangein meri kamar par lapet gayin. Har dhakke ke saath uski chuchiyan meri chhati se takrati thin. Pyaar ki woh purani aadat aur is raat ki bhook ek saath chal rahi thi.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha. “Mujhe mehsoos karna hai ki tum yahin ho.”

Maine uski kamar pakdi aur gehra choda. Bed ki paayal halki si khadkhadai. Uski awaaz dabi nahi rahi. Woh mere kaan ke paas meri taareef nahi kar rahi thi, sirf naam le rahi thi, kabhi dheere, kabhi toot kar.

Phir usne mujhe palat diya. Main let gaya, woh upar aa gayi. Uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf thin, uske baal mere chehre par gir rahe the. Woh khud ko neeche le aayi, mera lund dubara uski chut mein baith gaya, aur usne apni raftaar khud pakad li.

Upar se woh mujhe dekh rahi thi. “Yahi wajah thi,” saans ke beech boli. “Nayi branch, naya cabin, sab bekaar lagta tha jab tumhari yeh bed yaad aati thi.”

Maine uske seenon ko muh mein liya. Woh tez hilne lagi, apni chut ko mere lund par ragadti hui. Uski kamar gol gol ghumti, phir seedha baith jaati. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke naram hisse par thin, dabati thin, lekin usko rok nahi rahi thin.

Ruchi ki saans phoolne lagi. Uski chut bar-bar kas rahi thi, jaise woh khud ko mere upar band kar rahi ho. Maine uske nitambon ko pakad kar neeche khincha, aur har baar lund poora andar chala gaya.

“Ab nahi rukna,” usne kaha. “Mujhe yahin chodte raho.”

Hamari saanson ka milna

Main palat kar uske upar aa gaya. Uski taangein khul gayin, sirhane tak. Maine ek taang apne kandhe par uthayi, aur is baar dhakke lambe the, gehre the. Ruchi ki ungliyan sheet ko masal rahi thin.

Uski chut kitni geeli ho chuki thi, har nikalte lund ke saath awaaz aati. Main uske honth chusta, phir uski gardan, phir wapas uski aankhon mein dekhta. Couple hone ka matlab us pal sirf yeh tha ki koi bhaag nahi raha tha.

“Mazboot pakdo,” usne kaha. Maine uska haath apne haath mein liya, ungliyan uljha di. Doosra haath uski chuchi par tha, naram, bhari, paseene se chamakti.

Woh karib aa gayi. Uski chut tezi se kasti, pet tight hota, awaaz ek lambe kanpne mein badal jaati. Maine uski clit par apna angutha fer diya, aur Ruchi ne meri peeth ko naakhon se kheench liya. Uska orgasm lambe jhatkon mein aaya, chut mera lund ko bar-bar nichodti rahi.

Uske baad bhi maine nahi roka. Uski thighs meri kamar par kaanp rahi thin, lekin usne mujhe andar hi rakha. “Tum bhi do,” usne kaha, meri gardan choomte hue. “Andar. Mujhe chahiye.”

Maine tez choda, saans tut-ti hui, uski geeli chut mein lund ko doobate hue. Aakhri dhakkon mein uski kamar meri taraf uthi, aur main uske andar hi jhad gaya. Garam lehsun si lehar uski chut mein faili, aur Ruchi ne mujhe apni bahon mein kas liya.

Hum kuch der aise hi pade rahe. Mera lund dheere dheere naram hota uske andar tha, uski saans meri chhati par thandi padti thi. Paseena saaf karne ki koi jaldi nahi thi. Uske baal mere honth se chipke the.

“Gussa hai?” usne dheere poochha.

“Pehle tha. Ab nahi.” Maine uske maathe ko chuma. “Tumne jo chuna, usme main bhi tha. Yeh baat der se mili, lekin mili.”

Ruchi hans di, thak kar. “Kal studio mein log poochenge kyun mana kiya. Main unhe sheher ka naam nahi dungi. Main unhe tumhara naam dungi, apne mann mein.”

Main uski kamar par haath rakhe sochta raha. Teen saal ka yeh relation achanak aur bhi sakht lag raha tha, isliye nahi ki humne abhi sex kiya, isliye ki usne pehle hi meri taraf kadam rok liye the.

Lift ki taraf chal di

Thodi der baad woh uthi. Meri t-shirt uthayi, jeans pehni, chappal nikaali. Baal ab bhi geele the, lekin usne bun nahi kiya. Purse uthate hue usne fridge ki taraf dekha, phir mujhe.

“Doodh khatam hai. Neeche dukaan khuli hogi.” Yeh kehte hue woh darwaze tak gayi, jaise roz ki koi si baat ho.

Lift ke button se pehle woh ruki, peeth meri taraf, haath knobs par. “Kal main HR ko seedha bol dungi. Hum Ahmedabad mein hi rahenge.” Phir woh nikal gayi, siidhi ke darwaze ki halki khat-khat ke saath.

Uske kadam door hone lage. Main bed par baitha raha, uski towel ab bhi pairon ke paas gili padi thi, aur mujhe samajh aa raha tha ki uske pyaar ne humein isi ghar mein rok diya hai.

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