Rahul Ne Poonam Ki Virgin Choot Birthday Pe Fadi

Main Rahul hoon. Jharkhand ke Dhanbad sheher ka rehne wala, umar 22 saal, height 5 foot 8 inch, gora rang, aur engineering complete karke abhi-abhi degree haath mein aayi thi. Saal 2013 ki baat hai. Meri zindagi mein pehli baar koi ladki aayi thi jiska naam tha Poonam. Gori-chitti, gol-gol gaal, patli kamar, aur jo boobs the wo jaise do soft-mulayam aam. Hum dono virgin the. Dono ke andar sirf jawani ki aag thi, experience nahi. Kuch hi din pehle humne ek-doosre ko apna maana tha aur theek usi hafte uska birthday aane wala tha.

Birthday se teen din pehle maine socha kuch aisa doon jo sirf uske liye ho. Ek chhoti-si silver chain li jiske pendant pe uska naam khuda tha, aur saath mein ek chhota sa black box jisme lace wala bra-panty set rakha. Shaam ko hum park mein ghoom rahe the. Wapas aate waqt maine car rok di aur packet uske haath mein thama diya. Usne pehle chain kholi, muskurayi, phir black set dekha to gaal laal ho gaye. Aankhen jhuka li. “Rahul… ye… ye kya hai?” Maine uske kaan ke paas muh laake dheere se kaha, “Tere birthday ka asli tohfa. Raat ko pehenna.” Woh kuch nahi boli. Bas mera haath pakda aur car se bahar kheench liya. Sadak ke kinare ek purana makaan tha, uske peeche ghana andhera. Wahan le jaake usne mujhe deewar se sata diya. Dono aankhen band ho gayeen. Hoth mile.

Pehli kiss. Soft, gungune, thode se kaampte hue hoth. Maine jeebh se uske hoth khole. Woh ghabrayi nahi, balki apni jeebh andar daal di. Do minute… teen minute… hum bas ek-doosre ko choos rahe the. Mera haath khud-ba-khud uski kamar pe chala gaya, phir upar. Blouse ke upar se hi uske boobs ko halka sa dabaya. Woh karah uthi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Mere pant mein lund seedha khada ho chuka tha. Achanak koi awaaz aayi, hum jhat se alag ho gaye. Dono ke hoth geele, aankhen chamakti hui. Us din ke baad roz ki kissing ho gayi. Kabhi college ke peeche, kabhi uski gali ke andhere kone mein, kabhi car mein. Dheere-dheere maine uske blouse ke andar haath daalne laga. Uske boobs soft makkhan jaise the aur nipples itne kadak ki ungli se chhoote hi woh kaamp jaati. Main choosta, woh mere baal nochti. Kabhi-kabhi uski jaanghon ke beech haath phirata to panty poori geeli milti. “Rahul… mat kar… koi dekh lega…” par uski awaaz mein mana karne ka sur nahi, balki aur chhoone ki bheekh hoti.

Unnees August do hazaar terah. Birthday ka din. Din bhar party, cake, gifts. Raat ko hum dono phone pe the. Main bistar pe leta hua, lund haath mein, uski awaaz sun-sun ke hila raha tha. Achanak muh se nikal gaya, “Poonam… karna hai mujhe… aaj hi… abhi.” Woh chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli, “Kahan… kaise? Raat ke do baje hain Rahul…” “Main aata hoon. Tu chupke se bahar aa jaana. Night dress mein. Aur… wo black set pehenna jo maine diya tha.” “Pagal hai kya? Papa-mummy…” “Bas das minute. Koi nahi dekhega. Please… meri jaan… aaj tera birthday hai… mujhe teri virgin choot chahiye.” Woh saans rok ke boli, “…Aa ja.”

Maine chupke se papa ki car ki chaabi nikaali. Gate khola, das minute mein uske ghar ke bahar pahunch gaya. Call kiya. Thodi der baad woh bahar nikli. Raat ki halki roshni mein usne black lace wala night dress pehna tha. Patla, almost transparent. Andar black bra-panty ka set chamak raha tha. Boobs aadhe bahar, nipples kadak. Kamar patli, gaand gol-gol. Baal khule, hoth gulabi. Main car se utra hi nahi… bas muh khula reh gaya. “Andar aa… jaldi.” Maine use pichhli seat pe kheench liya. Darwaza band. Andhera. Sirf sadak ki halki roshni.

Jaise hi woh baithi, maine uske muh pe hamla kar diya. Kissing… jungli. Hoth kaatna, jeebh choosna, gardan chaatna. Woh mere upar chadh gayi. Night dress upar kar di maine. Bra kholi ek jhatke mein. Uske boobs dono haathon mein bhar liye. Itne soft ki ungliyan dhas gayeen. Nipples muh mein liye aur zor se choosa. “Aahh… Rahul… halka… aahh…” Woh mere baal noch rahi thi. Maine ek nipple daanton se kaata halka sa – woh cheekh padi par lund aur zor se dabaya apne haath se. Phir main neeche gaya. Night dress poori utaar di. Kali panty… beech mein gehre rang ka geela dhabba. Maine naak lagaake soongha. Khushboo… meethi, khatti, jawani ki. “Poonam… teri choot ki khushboo… pagal kar rahi hai.” Woh sharma gayi, pair jod liye. Maine pair khol diye. Panty neeche kheenchi. Pehli baar uski nangi choot dekhi. Gulabi, soft, baal mushkil se. Do hoth band, beech mein ek chhoti si daraar. Maine ungli lagayi – poori geeli. Ungli andar jaate hi woh sihar gayi. “Aahh… Rahul… andar mat… dard hoga…” Maine dheere-dheere ek ungli ghusaayi. Kitni tight! Ungli bhi mushkil se ja rahi thi. Andar ki deewarein dhadak rahi thin. Maine ungli andar-bahar ki, upar clit pe angutha ghumaya. Woh karahne lagi – “Ummm… aah… Rahul… aur… aur jaldi…” Phir maine jeebh laga di. Uski virgin choot chaati. Meetha-khatta paani. Woh mere sir ko dono taangon se jakad li. “Rahul… chaat… zor se chaat… aahhh…” Das minute chaata. Uski choot phool gayi, paani behne laga. Maine do ungliyan ghusaayeen – ab aasaani se ja rahi thin. Woh jhatke maarne lagi. “Main… main girne wali hoon… Rahul…” Maine ungliyan andar hi rakhin aur clit zor se choosa. Woh cheekh uthi – “Aaaaaahhh… Rahul… main… main…” Poora shareer kaamp gaya. Pehli baar uski choot ne paani chhoda. Mere muh pe.

Woh saans phula-phula ke leti thi. Maine apna pant khola. Lund bahar nikla – saat inch, mota, nas-nas wala, tapakta hua. “Dekh… teri choot ke liye ready.” Usne haath badhaya. Lund pakda… aankhen badi. “Itna… mota… kaise jayega Rahul…” “Jayega jaan… aaj jayega.” Maine use litaya. Taangen failayeen. Lund ka topa uski geeli choot pe rakha. Dheere-dheere ragda. Woh kaamp rahi thi. “Rahul… dheere… please…” Ek halka dhakka. Sirf topa andar. Woh cheekh padi. “Aahhh… dard… bahut dard…” Main ruka. Kiss karne laga. Boobs dabaye. “Bas thoda… aur thoda…” Doosra dhakka. Aadha lund andar. Khoon nikal aaya. Garam, chipchipa. Woh rone lagi. Aansoo beh rahe the. “Nikaal… nikaal de… bahut phat gayi…” Maine lund andar hi rakha. “Nahi jaan… ab nikaalunga to aur dard hoga. Bas seh le… ab maza aayega.” Maine uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Teri virgin choot… meri ho gayi… ab main hi chodunga ise zindagi bhar…” Woh ro-ro ke boli, “…Theek hai… kar… lekin dheere…”

Maine poora lund ek zor ke jhatke mein ghusa diya. Poori saat inch uski virgin choot mein. Woh zor se cheekhi. Car ki seat laal ho gayi. Main ruka. Andar dhadak raha tha uska garbh. Kitni tight… jaise lohe ki mutthi lund ko masal rahi ho. Maine kiss kiye, boobs choose, clit sehlaya. Paanch minute baad woh shaant hui. Ab dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga. Pehle dheere… phir thoda tez. Dard kam hone laga. “Aah… aah… Rahul… ab… ab accha lag raha hai…” Maine speed badhayi. Chap-chap-chap… khoon aur paani ki awaaz. Woh apni gaand utha-utha ke mera saath dene lagi. “Zor se… aur zor se chod… meri choot phaad de…” Das minute baad woh phir jhad gayi. Is baar cheekh ke. Maine bhi speed poori kar di. “Poonam… main… main chhodne wala hoon…” “Andar… andar chhod… meri choot mein…” Maine poora paani uski virgin choot ke andar udel diya. Garam-garam. Woh mere upar chipak gayi. Dono kaamp rahe the.

Thodi der baad main let gaya. “Ab tu upar aa… apni virgin choot se mera lund choos.” Woh sharmate hue upar chadhi. Lund apni khoon-paani se bhari choot pe baithaya. Dheere-dheere baithi. Poora andar. Ab woh khud uchhalne lagi. Boobs uchhal rahe the. Maine dono boobs pakad ke choose. “Aahh… Rahul… meri choot… kitni bhari hui hai tere paani se…” Woh pandrah minute sawari karti rahi. Do baar aur jhadi. Aakhir mein maine phir se uski choot mein paani bhara.

Subah char baje. Car ki pichhli seat poori laal. Hum dono nange, paseene se tar, khoon laga. Usne mere seene pe sir rakha. “Rahul… aaj se main teri hoon… poori.” Maine uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Haan jaan… teri ye phati hui choot… ab sirf meri.” Woh dheere-dheere kapde pehen ke ghar gayi. Chal nahi pa rahi thi. Ghar pahunch ke call kiya – “Rahul… choot bahut jal rahi hai… lekin… bahut maza aaya.” Maine car saaf ki. Khoon ke nishaan mitaye. Ghar aaya to lund abhi bhi khada tha. Kyunki dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi – agli baar… uski gaand.