Coaching mein mili tight 20 saal ki Sneha ko propose kiya, phir flat pe le jaake 8 inch ke land se seal faad di. Zor-zor thappad, kaatna, choke karke teen round tak faad-faad choda – ab meri personal randi ban gayi desichudai !
Aaj main ek 20 saal ki jawan ladki ke saath apni aapbeeti aap sabke saath share kar raha hoon, par usse pehle apne baare mein thoda bata deta hoon. Main Uttar Pradesh ke Ghaziabad se hoon, specifically Indirapuram ke area se. Vaise main apne baare mein zyada nahi batana chahta, bas itna ki main 6 foot 2 inch ka hoon, solid bhara hua sharir, gym ka koi bada shauk nahi par doston ke saath kabhi-kabhi heavy workout kar leta hoon. Aur haan, mera chhota bhai bhi bata deta hoon – mera land 8 inch lamba aur 4 inch mota, bilkul rock hard jab khada hota hai.
Chaliye seedha kahani par aata hoon. Yeh mere aur mere pados ke ek jawan ladki ki aapbeeti hai, jo ab bhi mere dil aur body ko aag mein jalaati hai.
Kahani pichhle saal October ki hai, jab maine Delhi ke Karol Bagh mein sarkari naukri ki coaching join ki thi. Us time mujhe bilkul nahi pata tha ki yeh ladki mere hi batch mein admission lega. Main aur mera dost subah jaldi nikal gaye the ghar se, kai centers ghume, baat ki, par dimag to jaise band ho gaya tha.
Har jagah crowd, har jagah line. Fir humne socha ki jo bhi mile wahi le lenge. Ek center mein admission ho gaya – fees bhar di, books li. Dono ko bhookh lagi thi, toh ek nearby dhaba mein chale gaye.
Maine waiter ko awaaz lagai, tabhi usne bhi saath mein awaaz lagai. Chehra nahi dikha tha uska, par awaaz sunte hi laga ki yeh koi mast item hai. Maine uth kar dekha – woh wahan khadi thi, tight black top aur blue denim jeans mein. Uski figure dekhte hi mera muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Dost ne kaha, “Kya hua yaar?” Maine mazak mein bol diya, “Beta, teri bhabhi baithi hai wahan!” Mazak tha, par sach mein woh meri bhabhi ban gayi.
20 October se classes shuru ho gayi. Pehle kuch din normal guzar gaye – naye dost bane, notes share kiye. Main us ladki ko bhool gaya tha. Par ek din DTC bus mein mil gayi. Main aage khada tha, usne peeche se awaaz di, “Bhaiya, utarna hai kya?” Wohi awaaz! Main palat gaya – wahi ladki, mera dil ekdum se dhadakne laga. Maine bola, “Nahi, tu aage aa ja.” Uske aage jaate hi uski gaand dekhi – tight, round, bilkul seal pack jaise. Mann mein aaya, “Aaj bhi koi itni tight reh sakti hai kya?”
Us din toh woh chali gayi, par agle din stairs par mil gayi. Main uske class ki taraf ja raha tha. Usne bhi mujhe dekha aur halki si smile di, aankhein mila kar. Class mein dhundha par nahi dikhi – wahan toh students ko kutton ki tarah baithaya jata hai, bench par packed.
Ab roz milna shuru ho gaya. Bus stand par woh wait karti, main uske paas pahunch jaata. Baaton-baaton mein naam pata chala – uska naam Sneha (badla hua). Height 5’8”, figure 34-27-35, aankhein aisi ke ek baar dekho toh doob jaao. Uske papa Delhi Police mein senior officer the, bhai bhi wahi. Roz baatein – kabhi bus mein, kabhi e-rickshaw mein. Ek din Azadpur stand par bheed thi, maine usko bus mein chadha diya, khud reh gaya. Jaate waqt usne khud bola, “Aaj late ho jaati agar tu na hota!” Uske thank you ne current laga diya.
Roz milne se attraction badhne lagi. Main usko dost samajh raha tha, par woh din-ba-din mujhe tease karti. Uska smile, uski aankhein, uski body – sab aag laga rahe the. Ek din usne dur se hello bola, sab log dekhne lage. Maine turant uske paas gaya, e-rickshaw mein baitha liya. Us din uski ghadi kharab thi, isliye jaldi aa gayi thi. Hum dono ke paas 2 ghante the class se pehle. Maine uska number maanga, pehle mana kiya par Instagram ID de diya. Ab roz chat, stories share.
Usne bataya uska 20th birthday aa raha hai. Maine treat maanga, pehle mana par baad mein maan gayi. Birthday par maine usko ek chhote se restaurant mein le gaya, bill maine diya, ek chocolate aur ek red rose di. Woh khush thi, rose liya bina kuch kahe. Us din se hum dono aur close ho gaye. Kabhi class bunk karke Lotus Temple ghumne gaye, kabhi Qutub Minar, kabhi India Gate. Poori Delhi ghoom li – baatein, hasi, touch, sab.
Aakhir February aa gayi. 14 February ko maine usko Mughal Gardens mein propose kar diya – knee pe baith kar, “Sneha, tu meri ho ja.” Usne aankhon mein aansu liye aur haan kar di. Ab toh pyaar ka nasha chadh gaya. Baatein sex tak pahunch gayi. Main usse dirty baatein karta, woh sharmaati par maze leti. Ek din maine bola, “Chal kahin ghumne chalte hain.” Usne haan kar di. Maine plan banaya Purana Qila ka – wahan gardens mein couples chhupte hain.
Hum dono wahan pahunche, ek ped ke neeche baith gaye. Door jhaadiyon mein kisi ladki ki awaaz aa rahi thi – “Ahhh… aur zor se… haan… faad do mujhe!” Sneha ko dar laga, woh uthne lagi. Maine usko rok liya, lekin woh boli, “Yahan nahi, chalte hain.” Fir ek sunsaan jagah gaye. Maine kiss karne ki koshish ki, usne dhakka maara, “Main yeh sab nahi karti!” Aur chal padi.
Uske baad maine baatein kam kar di. Woh khud try karti, par main ignore. Usne finally maan li ki kiss toh dena padega. Ab roz kiss – bus mein, stairs par, coaching ke bahar. Aag dono taraf lagi thi. Maine usko sex ke liye mana liya – kasam di, pyaar ka naam liya. Pehle mana, par baad mein boli, “Theek hai, par kahaan?” Maine bola, “Mera dost ka flat hai Karol Bagh mein.”
Raat ko maine dost ko call kiya, usne flat de diya. Agle din subah 9 baje hum dono pahunche. Sneha us din bilkul fire thi – tight white crop top, short skirt, makeup kiya hua. Main room khola, usko bed par bitha diya, cold drink di. Fir uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Woh pehle sharmaayi, phir pura saath dene lagi. Kiss mein zubaan ghusa di, uski choochiyon ko zor se dabaya. Usne zor se aaahhh kiya aur mujhse lipat gayi.
10-15 minute tak kiss kiya, fir uski top utar di. Sirf red lacy bra mein thi. Maine poocha, “Yeh kal hi kharidi hai kya?” Usne hans kar bola, “Haan, tera plan pata tha!” Aur khud mujhe kiss karne lagi. Maine bra ka hook khola – uske 34 size ke mast, tight, pink nipples wale chooche bahar aa gaye. Main dekh kar pagal ho gaya. “Sneha, itne perfect chooche toh sapne mein bhi nahi dekhe!” Usne meri taraf dekha aur boli, “Aaj se yeh tere hain Aryan… zor se chus, kaat, tod de inko!”
Maine uske chooche muh mein liya, zor-zor se chusne laga. Uski siskariyan nikalne lagi – “Ummhh… ahhh… haayyy… aur zor se… kaat le!” Maine nipple ko teeth se pakad kar kheencha, woh tadapne lagi. 15 minute tak chooche chuse, dabaye, thappad maare. Uske chooche laal ho gaye the. Woh ab control khone lagi thi – “Aryan… neeche… chut mein kuch kar na… main mar jaungi!”
Maine uski skirt aur panty ek saath utar di. Uski chut bilkul clean shaved, tight, pink aur already geeli. Maine ungli ghusa di – ek, do, teen. Woh chillane lagi, “Ahhh… faad do… aur andar!” Maine zubaan se chut chaatna shuru kiya – zor-zor se, clit ko chus-ta, andar zubaan ghusa-ta. Sneha mera sir pakad kar apni chut par daba rahi thi, “Chus aur zor se… haan… main aa rahi hoon!” 7-8 minute mein woh zor se jhad gayi, mera muh uske paani se bhar gaya. Woh thak gayi thi, par main nahi.
Maine apna 8 inch ka lund bahar nikala. Woh dekhte hi boli, “Itna bada… nahi ghusega!” Par maine uske muh par thappad maara halka sa aur bola, “Chus isko pehle!” Usne mana kiya, par maine uske baal pakad kar lund muh mein ghusa diya. Pehle 4 inch, fir pura 8 inch throat tak. Woh gag kar rahi thi, aansu aa gaye, par maine zor se muh mein dhakke maare – “Chus randi… aaj teri training hai!” 5 minute tak muh chudwaya, fir bahar nikala.
Ab maine usko bed par litaya, taange faila di. Lund chut par ragadna shuru kiya. Woh garam ho gayi. Maine kaha, “Thoda dard hoga, par tu meri hai – seh lena.” Usne aankhon se haan kiya. Maine ek zor ka dhakka maara – sirf topa ghusa. Woh cheekh padi, “Ahhhhh… bahar nikaal… dard ho raha!” Par maine uske muh par haath rakh diya aur doosra dhakka – aadha lund andar. Aansu beh rahe the uske. Maine kiss kiya, uske chooche dabaaye. Teesra dhakka – pura 8 inch andar, seal tut gayi, khoon nikal aaya. Woh rone lagi, “Bahut dard… ruk ja!”
Par main rukne wala nahi tha. Maine zor-zor se dhakke maare – har dhakke mein pura lund andar-bahar. Uski chut faat rahi thi. “Ahhh… Aryan… maar daal… haan… aur zor se!” Ab woh bhi saath dene lagi. Maine uske gaand par thappad maare, baal kheenche, gale ko dabaya. Position badli – doggy style mein usko ghodi banaya, peeche se zor se chodne laga. Har dhakke mein uski gaand thap-thap ki awaaz. Woh chillati, “Faad de meri chut… teri randi hoon main… aur zor se!”
Pehla round mein maine usko 20 minute tak choda, fir andar hi jhad gaya. Woh bhi do baar jhad chuki thi. Par main thaka nahi. Uske muh mein lund daal kar saaf karwaya, fir doosra round. Is baar missionary mein, uski taange kandhe par rakh kar itna zor se choda ki bed hilne laga. Uske chooche ubhar-ubhar kar bounce kar rahe the. Maine thappad maare choochiyon par, nipple ko kaata. Woh pagal ho gayi thi – “Aryan… main teri hoon… jitna marzi maar… chodte raho!”
Teesra round usko utha kar wall se sataya, khade-khade choda. Usne meri kamar pe taange lapet li, maine zor-zor se upar utha kar dhakke maare. Woh chillati rahi, “Aur andar… poora faad do!” Aakhir mein maine uske andar hi teesri baar jhad diya. Hum dono paseene se tar-bhar, saans phooli hui. Sneha mujhse lipat kar boli, “Aaj se tu mera malik hai… jitna marzi chod, maar, torture kar… main enjoy karungi.”
Hum dono shaant ho gaye, bed par let gaye. Usne mera lund pakad kar pyaar se sehlaya. Main uske gaal par kiss kiya aur bola, “Yeh sirf shuruaat hai Sneha… agle din se roz naya plan.” Usne muskura kar haan kiya. Us din ke baad humari zindagi badal gayi – coaching khatam hone ke baad bhi hum roz milte, kabhi flat mein, kabhi hotel mein, kabhi car mein. Har baar main usko aur brutal tareeke se chodta – kabhi belt se maar, kabhi ice aur fire ka khel, kabhi group fantasy ki baatein. Par woh har baar aur zyada maangti.
Yeh thi meri aur Sneha ki aapbeeti – ek pyaar jo shuru hua coaching se aur ab tak chal raha hai. Ab tum log batao, kya Sneha jaise ladki kisi ko mil sakti hai? Main toh har roz usko chodta hoon aur woh khush rehti hai. Agar pasand aayi toh comment karo, aur agar koi aur story sunna hai toh batao. Par yaad rakhna – yeh sirf shuruaat thi!
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