Ananya Ki Barish Wali Raat – Truck Driver Ke Saath Jhad Jhad Ke Chudai

Mera naam Ananya hai. Umr 24 saal. Main Bangalore mein software company mein job karti hu. Pichhle hafte meri chacheri behen ki shaadi ka card aaya tha Rajasthan ke ek chhote se kasbe mein. Main akeli train se ja rahi thi. Baarat wale din subah tak mausam theek tha, lekin dopahar ke baad achanak tez barish shuru ho gayi. Train ne emergency brake laga diya. Aage signal fail ho gaye the aur koi technical problem aa gayi thi. Driver ne bataya ki kam se kam 4-5 ghante rukna padega.

Sab passenger ghabra gaye. Main akeli ladki thi, thoda dar bhi lag raha tha. Paas hi ek chhota sa highway dhaba tha. Maine apna suitcase uthaya aur barish mein bheegti hui wahan pahunch gayi.

Dhabe ki tin ki chhat par barish ki awaaz itni tez thi ki andar baat karna mushkil ho raha tha. Bahar shed ke neeche ek lamba-chauda aadmi khada tha. Uski umar lagbhag 28-29 ke aas-paas hogi. Mota sa sharir, kaali t-shirt, jeans aur baazu par ek bada sa tattoo. Woh truck driver lag raha tha. Uske paas ek purana sa bag aur helmet pada tha.

Main shed ke neeche jaate hi uske kandhe se takra gayi. Mera suitcase uske pair par gir gaya.

“Sorry… sorry… maine dekha nahi,” maine ghabra ke kaha.

Usne meri taraf dekha. Uski aankhein gehri thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Koi baat nahi. Barish mein sab andhera ho jaata hai.”

Maine sharma ke poocha, “Aap yahan… matlab truck chala rahe hain?”

Usne cigarette ki jagah ek beedi sulgaayi aur kaha, “Haan. Rajasthan-Gujarat route par. Barish ne sab rok diya. Aap?”

Maine bataya ki main shaadi mein ja rahi hu aur train fas gayi hai. Woh muskuraya, “Shaadi mein jaane wali ladkiyan akeli train mein nahi ghumti. Bahadur ho.”

Barish aur tez ho gayi. Paani shed ke kinare se andar aa raha tha. Mere kapde poori tarah bheeg chuke the. Safed kurti mere boobs par chipak gayi thi aur bra ka colour saaf dikhta tha. Jeans itni bheeg gayi thi ki jaanghon ke beech chipak gayi thi. Main thand se kaanp rahi thi.

Usne dekha aur apni gili t-shirt utaar ke mujhe de di. “Pehan lo. Thand lag jaayegi.”

Maine sharma ke kaha, “Nahi… aapki t-shirt…”

“Pehan lo Ananya. Main aadmi hu, thand bardasht kar lunga.”

Usne mera naam kaise jaana? Shayad maine khud bata diya tha. Maine uski t-shirt pehan li. Uski khushboo mere sharir par fail gayi. Uski nazrein ab bhi mere bheege boobs par thi.

Dhabe wale ne kaha, “Barish poori raat rukne wali nahi lag rahi. Kamre khali nahi hain. Sirf ek chhota sa kamra bacha hai… upar.”

Main ghabra gayi. “Main… akeli…”

Rahul (uska naam Rahul tha) ne kaha, “Main floor par so jaunga. Aap bistar par. Koi pareshaani nahi hogi.”

Maine haan kar di. Hum dono upar gaye. Chhota sa kamra tha. Ek purana bistar, ek table aur khidki jisse barish ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Bijli chali gayi thi. Sirf mombatti jal rahi thi.

Maine uske saamne hi apni bheegi kurti utaari. Mere boobs ab sirf bra mein the. Paani ki boondein mere cleavage se neeche beh rahi thi. Rahul ne mujhe ghoora. Uski aankhon mein bhookh thi.

“Ananya… tum bahut khoobsurat ho,” usne dheere se kaha.

Main chup rahi. Woh mere paas aaya. Usne mere gile baal peeche kiye aur mere honthon par apna muh rakh diya. Pehla chumban dheema tha, phir tez ho gaya. Uski jeebh mere muh mein ghus gayi. Maine bhi uska saath diya.

Usne mera bra utaara. Mere nange boobs ko dono haathon mein liya aur zor se dabane laga. Phir ek boob ko muh mein lekar chusne laga. Main siskariyan lene lagi. “Ahhh… Rahul…”

Usne mujhe bistar par lita diya. Meri jeans aur panty utaar di. Meri chut poori tarah gili thi. Barish ki awaaz ke beech usne meri taangein kholi aur apni jeebh meri chut par rakh di. Woh zor-zor se chaat raha tha. Uski daadhi meri jaanghon par ragad kha rahi thi. Main bistar par tadap rahi thi. “Uhhh… aur zor se… please…”

Usne apni pant utaari. Uska land mota aur lamba tha. Nasein ubhari hui thi. Maine usse apne muh mein liya. Woh mere baal pakad ke mere muh mein dhakke maar raha tha. “Haan… aise hi… teri zubaan bahut garam hai…”

Phir usne mujhe uthaya aur khidki ke paas le gaya. Barish khidki par zor se pad rahi thi. Usne mujhe deewar se tikaaya aur meri ek taang utha ke apni kamar par rakh di. Phir ek zor daar dhakke se usne apna land meri chut mein ghusa diya.

“Ahhhhh!” main chillayi.

Woh zor-zor se chodne laga. Har dhakke ke saath mera sharir deewar se takra raha tha. Barish ki awaaz, bistar ki char-maraahat aur meri cheekhein sab milkar kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Woh mere boobs masalta hua chod raha tha.

“Rahul… aur zor… mujhe aur chahiye…” main bilakh rahi thi.

Usne mujhe bistar par lita diya aur mere upar chadh gaya. Is baar dheere-dheere lekin gehraai se dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske kandhe naakhunon se noch rahi thi. Achanak mere sharir mein ek toofan aa gaya. Meri chut se paani ka fawwara chhoot gaya. Main kaanpte hue chillayi. Woh muskuraya aur aur tez ho gaya.

Dusri baar usne mujhe ghutno ke bal kar diya. Mere baal pakad ke peeche khinche aur kutte wali position mein chodne laga. Is baar aur gehra aur tez. Main bistar ke kinare se takra rahi thi. “Ahhh… uhh… mera ho gaya… Rahul…”

Woh bhi zor se dhakka maar ke andar hi jhad gaya. Garam-garam liquid meri chut mein bhar gaya.

Hum dono paseene aur barish ke paani se bheege hue ek dusre se lipat ke let gaye. Barish abhi bhi kam nahi hui thi.

Raat mein do baar aur hua. Ek baar main uske upar chadh ke chod rahi thi, dusri baar woh mere muh mein jhad gaya. Har baar barish ki awaaz humare saath thi.

Subah jab barish ruki toh woh mujhe train station tak chhodne aaya. Jaane se pehle usne mere honthon par chuumte hue kaha, “Agli baar jab barish aaye… mujhe yaad karna.”

Main shaadi mein gayi, lekin poori raat mujhe sirf Rahul aur uske mote land ki yaad aati rahi. ❤️