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Train ki berth par Diya ne mujhe andar tak le liya

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Diya ka phone lower berth se seedha mere jooton ke paas gir gaya. Train Amritsar chhod chuki thi, coach mein ek tez jhatka aaya, aur screen ab bhi jal rahi thi. Maine jhuk kar uthaya, socha turant de dunga, lekin unlock display par uska abhi bheja hua message saaf chamak raha tha.

“Maine Sameer ke berth ke saamne shift kar li hai. Workshop ke baad main nahi utarungi.”

Woh lafz meri pasli mein baith gaye. Subah Bharat ke is shehar Amritsar mein hum ek design workshop ki chai line mein mile the. Usne meri notebook ke kone par number likha tha, muskura kar. Main samajha tha woh sirf milna tha. Ab samajh aa raha tha ki usne pehle hi chuna tha ki raat ki is gaadi mein mere saamne hi letna hai.

Diya ne gardan jhuka kar phone chheena. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, sharmile nahi.

“Padh liya na.” Awaaz uski dheemi thi, seedhi.

“Tumne pehle se plan kiya.”

“Haan. Main jhooth nahi bolungi. Agar ghatia lagta hai to main galley mein khadi ho jaungi. Zabardasti nahi hai.”

Uski kurta ki uparli button dhalli padh chuki thi, jeans ki zip jhatke se thodi khuli dikh rahi thi. Main usi berth par baitha raha. Uski thighs mere ghutnon se do inch door thi. Hindustan ke is raat ke route par coach soya hua tha, upar wali berth par koi kharraate le raha tha, neeche sirf hum dono jagah the.

“Main bhi yahin rukna chahta tha,” maine kaha. “Lekin pata nahi tha ki tumne berth pehle badal li.”

Usne curtain ke kor ko ungli se chhua. “To ab bhi time hai. Main hata sakti hoon.”

Maine uska haath nahi pakda jaise koi rok raha ho. Sirf itna kaha, “Mat hato.”

Girta hua screen aur uska irada

Usne halke se curtain kheench liya. Bay andhera ho gaya, sirf khetiyon ki bhaagti roshni slats se aa rahi thi. Diya mere berth par khisak aayi. Uski kamar meri bagal se sata. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Uski saans mere gale par padi.

“Chum lo.”

Maine uske honth liye. Woh geeli thi muh se, jeebh se jawab diya. Mere lund ne jeans ke andar zor dala. Usne apna ek haath meri zip par rakha, ruki, meri aankh dekhi. Maine sir hila diya. Zip utri, mera lund bahar aaya, garam, bhari nas ke saath. Usne muh mein nahi liya pehle, sirf mutthi se dabaya, jaise nap rahi ho ki main kitna tez hoon.

Kurta upar ko sarakte hi uski bra dikhi, kaali, patli patti. Maine cup hata kar uska stana muh mein liya. Nipple kathin tha. Diya ne meri gardan daba kar rakhi, awaaz nahi nikalne di, sirf daant se honth kaate. Train ne pul par dhakka diya to uski chut meri jangh se ragad gayi, jeans ke kapde ke through bhi geelapan mehsoos hua.

“Jeans utaro,” usne kaan mein kaha. “Mere nahi, pehle tumhari.”

Main khada hua, kamr se kapda gira diya, underwear ghutnon tak. Woh baithi rahi, mere lund ko honthon se chhua, phir choosa, gehrai se nahi, bas itna ki meri saans atak jaaye. Uski ungliyan mere balls ke peeche ghumi. Main uske baal pakad sakta tha, lekin nahi pakda. Uski marzi ka pace tha, aur meri gussa bhi thi us planning par, dono ek saath.

“Tum gusse mein ho,” usne lund chhod kar kaha, thuk se honth chamak rahe the. “Isliye bhi khade ho.”

“Haan.”

“To chodo gusse se, lekin rukna ho to ruk jaana.”

Usne apni jeans ki button kholi, zip neeche ki, kapda takhnon tak sarka. Panty geeli thi beech se. Maine ungli panty ke kinare se andar daali. Uski chut garam thi, folds geele, clitoris upar ko. Do ungliyon par woh apni kamar ghuma kar baithi. Meri shirt ke button usne khol diye, seene par muh rakh diya, kaat kar nishaan chhoda.

Berth sankri thi. Hum dono side ho gaye, uski ek tang meri kamar ke peeche lapeti. Maine panty kinare se hata kar lund uski chut ke muh par ragda, andar nahi. Woh khud aage sarki. Sirf thoda sa head ghusa, phir ruki.

“Packet nikal, meri jeans ki pichhli pocket mein hai.”

Maine haath daala, chhota wrapper mila. Daant se phaada, lund par chadha diya. Rubber ka tana hua khol uske geele kinare se phisala. Diya ne apni kamar utha kar baithi, aur mera lund uski chut mein pura utar gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do saanson mein.

Andhere berth par uski ungli

Andar ki pakad itni kasi thi ki meri raked si nikal gayi, dabi hui. Usne meri kaan ke peeche ungli rakh kar dabaye rakha, jaise awaaz nikalne se mana kar rahi ho. Main neeche se dhakka diya. Berth ne karrayi. Upar wale kharraate ruk kar phir chalu ho gaye. Hum dono ruk kar hans diye, muh band.

Phir usne khud hilna shuru kiya, chhoti chhoti siskiyon ke saath, mera lund ko chut ke andar se masalte hue. Main uske stane ko daba kar rakha, ungli nipple par ghumati rahi. Uski aankhen band thi, lekin honth mere honth dhoondhte rahe. Jab train ne brake mara, poora lund andar tak baith gaya. Diya ki tang meri kamar par kasti hui thi.

“Yahin, dheere.”

Maine dheere hi choda, lambi stroke, nikal kar kinare tak, phir andar. Har baar uski chut neechhe se geeli awaaz karti, jo pankhe ki san san mein dabb jaati. Usne meri shirt ke pichhle hisse ko mutthi mein liya. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke naram hisson par thi, dabati nahi, bas pakad. Woh khud peeche ko dabak kar meri mutthi ke against aa rahi thi.

Gusse ka hissa ab bhi tha. Usne pehle se soch kar berth badli thi, mere pata ke bagair. Woh baat meri kamar mein utar kar aur tez dhakke ban gayi. Diya samajh gayi. Usne meri thodi pakad kar kaha, “Isliye nahi kiya ki tumhe fasaoon. Isliye kiya ki main bhi chahti thi.”

Jawab mein maine uski chut aur gehra chodi. Uski saans meri collarbone par toot i. Ek pal ke liye usne meri kalai pakad kar meri speed apni marzi ki, phir chhod di. Main uske clitoris par anguthe se gol kiya jab lund andar tha. Uski thighs meri janghon ke dono taraf kaanpne lagi.

Neeche se kapde uljhe pade the. Kurta uske pet par guchha ho gaya tha. Bra ek taraf sarki thi. Main uske upar se nahi pala ta, jagah nahi thi. Ulta ho kar usne mera lund muh se nahi, haath se nikal kar berth ke gaddhe par khud ko ghumaya, pet neeche, gaand meri taraf. Maine ghutne berth par jamaye, lund uski chut ke muh par rakha, aur usne peeche haath badha kar khud guide kiya.

Is angle par aur gehra gaya. Diya ne pillow muh par daba liya. Har dhakke par uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche lahar leti. Maine uski kamar pakad kar rakhi, nakhun nahi gadayee. Uski geeli chut mera lund ko choosti si lagi, nikalte waqt kinare khinchte. Condom ke upar garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

“Aur, bas yahin.”

Uski awaaz pillow se aa rahi thi. Maine tezi badhai, lekin lambi nahi, chhote dhakke, taaki berth itna na chillaaye. Ek haath uski chut ke upar ghusa, clitoris ko kapde ke bina ragda. Diya ki tangen phaili, takhne meri calf se takrae. Uski saans unchi ho kar toot i, phir woh meri ungli ko apni geeli folds ke beech daba kar rakhne lagi.

Cum uske andar nahi aaya, rubber ne rok liya, lekin uska apna pani meri kalaai tak bahne laga. Woh kaanpti rahi, chut ki diwaron ne mera lund kasa, chhod, phir kasa. Main ruk gaya, andar hi, uske peak ke dauran. Jab uski kamar dheeli padi, maine nikalna shuru kiya. Usne peeche haath maar kar meri jangh pakad li.

“Abhi mat nikal.”

Do minute aise hi rahe, lund uski chut mein, train ki dhadkan neeche. Maine uske baal gardan se hata kar peeth par chumma. Namak tha, paseena tha. Uski bra ka hook ab bhi ek side khula tha. Maine hook nahi lagaya. Sirf utna chumma jitne mein uski saans sambhal jaaye.

Phir usne ghum kar meri god mein aa kar baithi, lund ab bahar, condom ab bhi chadha. Usne mutthi se daba kar do-teen baar khincha, jaise dekh rahi ho ki main girne ke kareeb hoon. Thi. Maine uske stane dono hatheliyon mein liye, dabe, bhaari. Diya ne meri aankhon mein dekh kar lund ko apni chut ke upar phir se rakh diya, aur baith gayi.

Is baar uska pace tha, upar neeche, berth ke hisab se chhota. Meri kamar neeche se uthti, uski thighs meri thighs ko kaat ti. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par tik i rahi, jaise message wali baat ab bhi beech mein khadi ho. Maine uska chehra pakad kar chuma, gusse ko muh mein hi pighla diya.

“Ab girne de.”

Maine uski kamar pakad kar do tez dhakke diye, teesre par meri raked si nikal kar condom ke andar bhar gayi. Diya ne mera lund ko andar dabaye rakha jab tak meri kaanp khatam nahi hui. Phir uthi, dheere, jaise berth se rishta toot raha ho. Condom utar kar maine tissue mein lapeta, window ki slit ke paas rakha, baad ke liye nahi, bas haath saaf rakhne ko.

Agli halt ke shor se pehle

Kapde poore nahi pehne. Jeans takhnon par hi uljhi rahi, kurta pet dhakne ko kheenchi. Main underwear chadha kar shirt ke button aadhe lagane laga. Diya ne mera haath rok diya. Uski ungliyan meri kalaai par thi, ab bhi geeli.

Bahar platform jaisa shor aane ko tha, koi coolie ki seeti, brakes ki ghisar. Diya samajh gayi. Woh uth sakti thi, curtain khol sakti thi, chehra theek kar sakti thi. Uski ticket usi jeans ki pocket mein thi jahan se packet nikla tha. Uthne ka seedha rasta tha.

Usne curtain nahi chhua. Mera haath apni jangh ke andar le ja kar usi geeli chut par daba diya, kapde ke neeche nahi, nangi skin par. Meri ungli uske folds ke beech ruk gayi. Train dheemi padne lagi, lights slats se lambe ho gaye.

“Abhi mat hatna,” usne kaha, awaaz itni dheemi ki pankha bhi daba de. “Main yahin leti rehungi.”

Maine uthne ki koshish ki, sirf itni ki koi dekh na le. Uski mutthi meri kalaai par kasti rahi. Woh meri chhati se muh chipka kar leti rahi, jaise halt ke shor ko bhi apni marzi se kaat rahi ho. Bahar naam pukara gaya, koi utra, koi chadha. Humare bay ka curtain wahi band raha.

Jab pahiye phir chale, usne mera haath ab bhi wahi dabaye rakha, aur uth kar doosri berth par nahi gayi.

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