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Train ki berth par ruke rehkar Reema ke saath sex

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Main uth khada hua aur berth ke kinare se joota dhoondne laga, lekin Reema ne meri kalaai pakad li. “Agar tu utar jaayega to yeh baat yahin mar jaayegi,” usne kaha, awaaz kam, lekin gusse se bhari. Agli station ka announcement abhi nahi hua tha, par main nikalna chahta tha.

“Tu chhupa ke form bhejta hai, phir kehta hai soch raha tha,” Reema boli, aur uski ungliyan meri kalaai par kas gayin. Chandigarh se chadhte waqt hum dono hans rahe the. Ab wahi muskaan tut chuki thi.

Maine kalaai chhudane ki koshish ki. “Yeh naukri alag faisla hai. Main tujhe kisi sauda mein nahi rakh raha.” Reema ka munh tan gaya. “To phir khada kyon hai? Joota kyon dhundh raha hai?”

“Agli siiti pe utar ke saaf kar de ki tu free hai,” usne kaha. Aisle ki taraf nazar gayi. Hindustan ki raat bhari train mein AC ki thandak thi, aur berth ke bahar koi jagta hua nahi lag raha tha.

Parda thoda hila. Uski aankhen gusse se geeli thin, par unme rukne ki maang bhi thi. Main wapas baith gaya. Joota neeche hi reh gaya. “Main nahi utar raha.”

Reema ka haath meri kalaai se dheela hua, lekin hataya nahi. “To seedha bol. Tu yahan hai kyunki dar gaya, ya kyunki tu mujhe ab bhi chahta hai?”

“Dono baatein jhooth nahi,” maine jawab diya. “Lekin main yahin hoon.” Train ke jhatke se hum ek doosre se sarak aaye. Uski saans meri kalaai ke paas garam thi.

Reema ne meri shirt ki patti pakdi, ek pal ruki, phir meri taraf jhuki. “Kabir, agar tu yahin ruka hai to mujhe ab bhi chhoo. Main bhi yahi chahti hoon. Rukna hai to poora ruk.”

Berth par wapas rukna

Uske honth pehle meri cheek par pade, phir munh par. Gussa ab bhi uski saans mein tha, lekin choomna naram nahi tha, bhookh jaisa tha. Maine parda kheench kar berth ko chhota sa andhera de diya. Bahar ki batti kazeel si rekha reh gayi.

Reema meri god mein khisak aayi, jeans ki silwat meri jean se ragad khati. “Itne din se tu baat ghumata raha,” usne meri kaan ke paas kaha. “Ab ghumana mat.” Maine uski kamar pakdi. Uski kamar garam thi, kurta patla, neeche koi extra layer nahi.

Train ki dhuk-dhuk se humari chhati ek doosre se takrati rahi. Maine kurta upar saraya, uske stan nange hue, garam, aur meri hatheli unke wazan se bhar gayi. Reema ne aankh band ki, phir kholi, jaise check kar rahi ho ki main ab bhi yahin baitha hoon.

“Yahin,” maine sirf itna kaha, aur uske nipple ko munh mein liya. Woh mere baal mein ungli ghasitne lagi. Mere baal uski mutthi mein atak gaye. Uski thighs meri taangon ke dono taraf khul gayin, aur uski chut jeans ke kapde ke peeche se bhi gili mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Zip neeche sarki to uski jeans ghutnon tak aa gayi. Berth ki unchai kam thi, isliye hum khade nahi hue. Reema let gayi, kamar thodi uthayi, aur maine uski panty side ko sarka di. Uski chut geeli thi, garam thi, aur meri do ungliyan andar gayin to usne dant honth par dabaye.

“Ahista nahi,” usne kaha. “Tu ruk gaya hai, to andar bhi ruk.” Maine patli jeans apne hips se neeche dhakeli. Mera lund bhaari tha, berth ke kapde se ragad kha kar aur tez. Reema ne usko haath se pakda, ek baar upar se neeche pheera, phir apni tarf khincha.

Pehle dhakke mein sirf thoda hissa gaya. Uski chut ne pakad liya, phir chhoda, phir phir se khinch liya. Main uske upar jhuka, ek haath uske sar ke peeche, doosra uski thighs ke neeche. Uski thighs meri kamar se lipat gayin.

Bharat ke is lambe track par pahiye ek hi taal mein chal rahe the jab uski saans meri gardan par padi. Har jhatke se mera lund uske andar gehra baithta. Reema ne meri shirt ke button ek ke baad ek khole, seene par munh rakh diya, kaat bhi liya, jaise gussa ab bhi nikalna chahta ho.

“Tu chhupaata kyun hai mujhse?” usne beech mein poocha, awaaz tooti hui. Maine uski chut ko aur khola, dheere nahi, seedha. “Kyunki mujhe lagta tha tu keh degi chal alag.” Reema ne meri gardan kas ke pakdi. “Ab keh rahi hoon, alag mat ho. Chod, lekin jaa mat.”

Uske shabd ke saath hi maine tez kiya. Berth ki chadar sikudne lagi. Parda baar baar halka hila, lekin koi pair aisle mein rukta nahi dikha. Reema ne apna ek haath apne munh par rakh liya, doosra mere kandhe par. Mere kandhon par uske nakhun chubhe.

Uski chut geeli ho kar awaaz de rahi thi, dabi, geeli, train ki dhadak se milti hui. Maine uske clit par angutha ghumaya. Reema ki kamar uth kar meri taraf aayi, jaise woh khud ko aur bharna chahti ho. “Wahan… wahi rakh,” usne kaha, aur main wahi raha.

Thodi der baad uska pair mere peeth par chadh gaya. Berth ne ek lamba jhatka diya, mera lund uske andar tak jaa ghusaa. Reema ki aankhen bhar aayin, par yeh rone wali baat nahi thi. Uski saans phooli. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, ek doosre ke munh par girti.

Maine uske honth chume, is baar dheere, kyunki tez dhakke neeche chal rahe the. Reema ne meri jeebh pakdi, chhodi, phir meri kamar ko apni taraf kheench liya. “Aur andar.” Itna kaafi tha. Main uski chut mein baar baar baitha, nikalta, phir gehra baithta, jab tak uski thighs kaampne na lagen.

Reema ki pehli leher aayi to usne meri shirt ki cloth mutthi mein jama li. Uski chut ne mera lund dabaya, chhoda, phir aur kas ke pakda. Main ruka nahi. Uske climax ke dauran bhi dhakke chalte rahe, kyunki uski aankhen keh rahi thin ruko mat.

Paseena uski gardan par chamak raha tha. Maine jeebh se wahan se chaata. Namak, attar, aur train ki thandi hawa ka mix. Reema hans padi, thaki hui. “Tu ab bhi soch raha hai utarne ki?” Maine sir hilaya, nahi. Mera lund ab bhi uske andar tha, kasa hua, dhadakta.

Usne mujhe side ko ghuma diya, kyunki upar se neeche ki jagah khatam ho rahi thi. Hum dono karvat par aa gaye, uski ek taang meri taangon ke beech. Is kon se andar aur gehra laga. Reema ne peeche se meri kalaai pakdi, wahi kalaai jo pehle usne gusse mein pakdi thi.

Ab pakad alag thi. Maine uski gaand ke naram hisse ko hatheli se sahlaya, phir uski chut par wapas aa gaya, kyunki wahi woh chahti thi. Har dhakke par uski chut neeche se geeli awaaz deti. Train ki siiti door se sunai di, lekin station ka naam abhi nahi aaya.

“Kabir,” usne kaha, bina palte. “Jo form tune bheja, uspe baad mein ladenge. Ab nikal mat.” Maine uski chut aur bhari, tez, chhoti berth ke hisaab se jitna ho sakta tha. Meri ungliyon ne uski clit dabaaye rakha. Reema ki doosri leher tez aayi, kam lambi, lekin usne meri taang itni kas ke dabayi ki main bhi khinch aaya.

Mera lund dhadak kar uske andar hi nikalne ko hua. Maine nikal kar uski pet par gira diya, garam, chipchipa. Reema ne haath se wahan pheera, phir meri taraf dekha. Gussa ab thaka hua tha. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin muskaan wapas aa rahi thi, wohi jo Chandigarh ke platform par thi.

Hum dono ki jeans abhi bhi uljhi thin, kurta uske seene par atka, meri shirt khuli. Parda wahi tha. Bahar koi new awaaz nahi aayi, sirf pahiye. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Uske baal paseene se maathe se chipke the.

Reema ne meri chhati par kaan rakha. “Tu kaamp raha hai.” “Tu bhi,” maine kaha. Uski saans meri khal par tik tik karti rahi. Thodi der hum bole nahi. Jhatke aate rahe, kabhi naram, kabhi achanak. Har achanak jhatke par uski chut meri taang se sarak kar phir lipat jaati.

“Main dar nahi gaya tha utarne se,” maine baad mein kaha. “Dar tha ki tu keh degi bas.” Reema ne meri nipple ko nakhun se halka kaata. “Main keh doongi jab kehna hoga. Abhi nahi kaha.” Itna sunkar meri mutthi uski kamar par dheeli pad gayi, phir phir se kas gayi, is baar sahlane ke liye.

Usne mera lund ko phir haath mein liya, ab naram padti hui, lekin poori tarah nahi. Berth ki chadar geeli thi beech se. Reema ne apni panty wapas nahi chadhai. Jeans ghutne par hi rahi. Maine bhi zip nahi khinchi. Jaise dono ne maan liya ki kapde ab haath ki baat nahi, faisle ki baat hain.

Door se koi passenger langda ke langda toilet ki taraf gaya, par hamare parda ke aage rukaa nahi. Reema ki ungli meri pet par ghumti rahi, uske khud ke geele nishaan par. “Yeh bhi tu chhupa ke le jaayega kya?” usne halki hansi ke saath poocha. Maine uska haath pakad liya. “Nahi. Yeh yahin hai.”

Phir se meri ungli uski chut ke kinare par ruki, andar nahi gayi, sirf yaad dilaane ko. Reema ne palat kar mera munh chuma, lambe time tak, bina jaldi ke. Gusse ka swaad ab bhi jeebh par tha, lekin usme thakaan aur chhaap dono mil gaye the.

Siiti se pehle ka faisla

Announcement aaya, pehle dabi si, phir saaf. Agli station ka naam dohraaya gaya. Reema ki ungli meri kalaai par thithak gayi. Neeche joota wahi pada tha jahan maine chhoda tha. Utarne ka rasta ab bhi khula tha, berth se aisle tak do kadam.

Main uthne ko hua, sirf isliye ki aadat thi. Reema ne nahi pakda is baar. Usne dekha. Uski aankhen sawal nahi, intezaar ban gayin. Train ki speed dheemi padne lagi. Koi jhola bahar khulne ki awaaz aayi, lekin hamare parda ke is taraf wahi andhera raha.

Joota haath mein nahi aaya. Main wapas diwar se lag kar baith gaya, Reema ki kalaai apni hatheli mein li, aur uski jeans ki silwat par apna pair rakh diya. “Is station pe nahi,” maine kaha. Reema ne aankh nahi pheeri. Usne sirf meri ungliyon ke beech apni ungli fasa di, aur train dheere dheere khinchti rahi, bin utare.

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