Riya Ne Sunita Ki Gaand Chaati Aur Chut Phaad Di Ungliyon Se

Main Riya hoon. Ikkis saal ki, Delhi University ke ek college mein teesre saal ki student. Hostel mein rehti hoon, room number 214. Meri sabse kareebi dost Sunita hai. Wahi jiski hansi sunkar poori class mud jaati hai, jiski kaali-kaali aankhein aur gol-matol chehra dekhkar ladke paagal ho jaate hain. Lekin main... main toh din-raat sirf usi ke baare mein sochti rehti hoon. Uski lambi taangein, tight jeans mein fanse gol nitamb, aur woh safed salwar-kameez jismein uske doodh jaise stans halké-halké kaanpte dikhte hain.

Hum teen saal se saath hain. Library, canteen, late night walk... sab kuch saath. Lekin mere andar jo aag jal rahi thi, woh kisi ko nahi pata thi. Sunita seedhi-saadi ladki hai. Gharwale sakht, gaon se aayi hui. Woh hamesha kehti — “Riya, hum dono dost hain. Isse aage kuch nahi hona chahiye.” Lekin meri neend ud chuki thi. Raat ko main apne bistar par letkar uski kalpana karti — uski chut ki gandh, uske nipples ko munh mein lena, uski jaanghon ke beech apni ungliyan ghusana.

Pehli baar jab maine koshish ki, tab hum dono hostel ke common room mein project par baithe the. Raat ke saadhe gyaarah baj rahe the. Pankha dheere-dheere ghoom raha tha, bahar gali mein kutton ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Sunita ka sar mere kandhe par jhuk gaya tha. Maine halké se uske baalon mein ungliyan pher diin.

“Sunita... tere baal kitne mulaayam hain.”

Woh halké se muskurayi. “Arre yaar, sone de. Kal class hai.”

Maine aur himmat karke apna haath uske kandhe par rakha, phir dheere-dheere uski baaju ko sehlaya. Uski twacha garam thi. Mere andar kuch kaanp utha. Maine uske kaan ke paas fusfusaya —

“Sunita... mujhe tere kareeb rehne mein accha lagta hai. Bohot accha.”

Woh achanak seedhi ho gayi. “Riya... yeh kya baatein kar rahi hai tu? Hum dost hain. Aisi baatein... theek nahi.”

Usne apna bag uthaya aur jaldi se room ki taraf chali gayi. Main wahin baithi reh gayi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Andar se gussa bhi aa raha tha aur sharm bhi. “Main kya kar rahi hoon? Yeh meri sabse acchi dost hai...” Lekin raat bhar maine usi ke baare mein socha. Apni ungliyon se apni chut sehlate hue uski kalpana ki — uski geeli chut, uski siskaariyan.

Doosre din library mein mila. Sunita kitaabon ke beech baithi thi. Maine uske bagal mein jagah banayi. Jaan-boojhkar apna ghutna uske ghutne se chhua. Woh thoda hat gayi.

“Riya, thodi jagah chhod de na.”

Maine muskurate hue kaha — “Kya hua? Dar gayi kya?”

Woh gusse mein boli — “Aisi baatein mat kar. Koi dekh lega toh kya sochega? College mein naam kharab ho jayega.”

Maine uski kitaab band kar di aur uski aankhon mein dekha. “Sunita, main sirf tujhe chhoona chahti hoon. Tere baal, teri baahen... bas itna hi. Kuch galat nahi karungi.”

Woh khadi ho gayi. “Riya, please. Main ghar jaungi is weekend. Maa-papa ko pata chal gaya toh...” Usne baat adhoori chhod di aur bhaag gayi. Main library mein baithi rahi. Andar se jalan ho rahi thi. Raat ko phir akeli muth maari. Is baar aur zor se. Kalpana mein main uski chut chaat rahi thi, uski jaanghein mere sir ke dono taraf thin.

Teesre din canteen mein baithi thi. Sunita aayi. Chehra thoda udaas. Maine poocha — “Kya hua?”

Woh boli — “Ghar se phone aaya. Papa keh rahe hain jaldi shaadi karwa denge. Mujhe aur padhna hai Riya... mujhe dar lag raha hai.”

Maine uska haath pakad liya. Is baar usne nahi hataya. “Main hoon na tere saath. Tu akeli nahi hai.”

Hum der raat tak baat karte rahe. Hostel ke garden mein. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Sunita ka sir mere kandhe par tha. Maine dheere se uska haath pakda aur apni hatheli mein rakha. Uska haath kaanp raha tha. Maine apne hoth uske maathe par rakh diye.

“Sunita... mujhe tujhse pyaar ho gaya hai.”

Woh achanak peeche hat gayi. “Riya! Yeh kya bakwaas kar rahi hai tu? Hum ladkiyan hain. Yeh... yeh galat hai. Bohot galat.”

Usne aansu ponchhe aur bhaag gayi. Mere dil mein chhura sa ghus gaya. Lekin iccha aur badh gayi thi. Raat bhar main karwatein badalti rahi. Sunita ki gol gaand, uske tight stans... sab kuch aankhon ke saamne ghoom raha tha.

Chauthe din maine aur himmat ki. Raat ko uske room mein chali gayi. Darwaza khula tha. Woh bed par leti thi, mobile chala rahi thi. Maine darwaza band kar diya aur uske paas baith gayi.

“Sunita, baat karni hai.”

Woh uthi. “Riya, ab kya hai? Main thak gayi hoon.”

Maine uska haath pakda. Is baar zor se. “Main tujhe chahti hoon. Tere shareer ko, teri saanson ko... sab kuch. Tu mujhe dhakel sakti hai, lekin main rukne wali nahi.”

Woh khadi ho gayi. Aankhon mein gussa aur dar dono the. “Riya, chhod de mera haath. Main teri dost hoon, premika nahi. Agar koi sun lega toh... meri izzat mitti mein mil jayegi. Gharwale mujhe ghar se nikaal denge.”

Maine uska haath nahi chhoda. “Toh phir mujhe dhakka de. Chilla. Lekin main jaane wali nahi.”

Woh kaanp rahi thi. Aansu aa gaye uski aankhon mein. “Riya... please... yeh mat kar. Main dar gayi hoon.”

Maine use chhod diya. Bahar nikal aayi. Galiyaare mein khadi hokar saans le rahi thi. Andar se toot chuki thi, lekin iccha aur tez ho gayi thi. Agle do din maine usse baat nahi ki. Woh bhi bachti rahi. Lekin dono ke andar ki aag badhti ja rahi thi.

Phir ek raat aayi. Baarish ho rahi thi. Hostel mein bijli chali gayi. Andhera tha. Main uske room mein chali gayi mom-batti lekar. Woh bistar par baithi thi. Maine mom-batti table par rakhi aur uske paas baith gayi.

“Sunita... ab aur bardasht nahi ho raha.”

Woh chup thi. Maine uska chehra dono haathon mein liya. “Ek baar mujhe choom lene de. Bas ek baar. Uske baad jo chahe kar lena.”

Uski aankhein mere hothon par thin. Saans tez ho rahi thi. “Riya... main... main nahi...”

Maine uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Pehle toh woh sakht rahi, phir dheere-dheere uske hoth naram pad gaye. Maine jeebh se uske hoth sehlaye. Usne halki si siskaari li. “Umm...”

Maine aur gehra chumban liya. Meri jeebh uske munh mein ghus gayi. Thook mila hua, garam. Sunita ki saansein tez ho gayin. Uske haath mere kandhon par the, lekin dhakka nahi de rahi thi. Maine uske baal pakadkar aur zor se chooma. Hamari jeebhein lad rahi thin. Kamre mein sirf baarish ki awaaz aur hamari saansein thin.

“Aahh... Riya...”

Maine uske kameez ke button khole. Ek-ek karke. Uske safed bra mein band doodh jaise stans bahar aa gaye. Maine dono haathon se unhe sehlaya. Gol, bhaari, nipples tane hue. Maine munh laga diya. Jeebh se ek nipple ko ghumaya, phir daanton se halka kaata.

“Aaaahh... Riya... ruko... yeh... yeh galat hai...”

Lekin uski awaaz mein virodh kam aur maza zyada tha. Maine doosra stan bhi munh mein le liya. Choosne lagi. Uski kamar ainth rahi thi. Maine uska haath pakadkar apni chut par rakha. Woh geeli ho chuki thi. Sunita ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thin, lekin usne hataya nahi.

Maine uski salwar ka naada khola. Dheere-dheere neeche kheench a. Uske gulabi panty mein geelapan saaf dikh raha tha. Maine naak paas laakar soongha. “Sunita... teri chut ki khushboo... paagal kar rahi hai.”

Woh sharm se munh chhupa rahi thi. “Riya... mat dekh... please...”

Maine panty bhi utaar di. Uski chut saaf mundwayi hui thi, gulabi, geeli, phati hui. Maine dono jaanghein phaila diin. Ungli se uske clitoris ko sehlaya. Woh jhatke se kaanpi.

“Aaaahhhh... Riya...”

Maine dheere-dheere ek ungli andar ghusayi. Garam, tight, geeli deewarein. Sunita ki kamar upar uthi. Maine doosri ungli bhi daali. Andar-bahar karne lagi. Chap-chap ki awaaz aane lagi. Uski chut ka paani meri ungliyon par chipak raha tha.

“Aahh... aur... aur andar... uuuuhhh...”

Maine apna munh uski chut par rakh diya. Jeebh se clitoris chaata. Upar-neeche, gol-gol. Uski jaanghein mere sir ko jakad rahi thin. Maine ungliyan aur tez kiin. Teen ungliyan andar. Uski chut ki deewarein sikud rahi thin.

“Riya... main... main aane wali hoon... aaaahhhh...”

Maine aur zor se chaata. Uski chut se paani nikal raha tha, mere munh mein. Swaad namkeen-meetha. Maine poora nigal liya. Sunita ka shareer ainth gaya. Woh zor se cheenkhi —

“Aaaaahhhh... Riya... bas... aaaahhh...”

Uska paani mere chehre par lag gaya. Maine ungliyan nikaaliin aur uske munh ke paas le gayi. “Chaat... apni chut ka paani chaat.”

Woh kaanpte hue meri ungliyan munh mein le gayi. Choosne lagi. Uski aankhein band thin, lekin maza saaf dikh raha tha.

Maine use palta. Uski gaand upar. Gol, chikni. Maine jeebh se uski gaand ki daraar bhi chaati. Woh aur zor se kaanpi.

“Riya... wahan... mat... aaaahhh...”

Maine phir uski chut mein ungliyan ghusa diin. Is baar aur tez. Chap-chap, chap-chap. Uski gaand thap-thap kar rahi thi. Maine apna chehra uski gaand mein daba diya. Saansein phool rahi thin.

Sunita ab poori tarah se bheeg chuki thi. Woh khud apni kamar hila rahi thi. “Riya... aur tez... meri chut phaad de apni ungliyon se... aaaahhhh...”

Maine chaar ungliyan andar kar diin. Uski chut khul gayi thi. Paani beh raha tha. Bistar geela ho chuka tha. Maine apna munh phir chut par laga diya. Jeebh andar tak ghusayi. Sunita ki siskaariyan poore kamre mein goonj rahi thin. Baarish bahar zor se pad rahi thi, lekin uski awaazein us par bhaari pad rahi thin.

“Haan... haan... aur... aur gehra... uuuuhhh... Riya main paagal ho jaungi...”

Maine uski dono taangein apne kandhon par rakh liin. Poora munh chut mein dhans gaya. Chaatte-chaatte meri thodi geeli ho gayi. Sunita ke naakhun mere baalon mein dhans gaye. Woh mere sir ko aur zor se daba rahi thi.

Achanak uski chut zor se sikudi. Paani ki dhaar nikli. Squish-squish. Maine poora pee liya. Uska shareer kaanp raha tha, saansein phool rahi thin.

“Riya... kaafi... ab... bas...”

Lekin main ruki nahi. Maine use apni taraf kheench a. Uski chut meri chut se sata di. Dono geeli chutein ragadne lagiin. Squish-squish ki awaaz. Hamari nipples aapas mein chhu rahe the. Maine uske hoth phir choos liye. Thook mila hua chumban.

“Sunita... teri chut meri chut se mil rahi hai... mehsoos kar...”

Woh ab khud ragad rahi thi. Kamar aage-peeche. Dono ki chutein chipak rahi thin. Paani mila hua. Maine uski gaand pakadkar aur zor se dabaya.

“Aaaahhhh... Riya... aur zor... phaad de mujhe...”

Hum dono ek saath kaanp uthe. Paani aur nikla. Bistar poori tarah geela. Paseena beh raha tha. Kamre mein mom-batti ki roshni mein hamari geeli shareerein chamak rahe the.

Maine phir se ungliyan uski chut mein daaliin. Is baar bohot tez. Sunita ki awaaz toot rahi thi.

“Aahh... Riya... main... phir se... aaaahhhh...”

Teesri baar woh aayi. Is baar aur zor se. Uska shareer mere upar gir gaya. Hum dono paseene se latpath the. Saansein bhaari. Kamre mein sirf pankhe ki awaaz aur hamari haanphne ki awaazein thin.

Sunita ki aankhon mein aansu the. “Riya... humne kya kar diya... yeh... yeh galat tha...”

Maine uske baal sehlaye. “Galat nahi tha. Bohot sahi tha. Teri chut abhi bhi mere munh ka swaad le rahi hai.”

Woh chup rahi. Maine tissue nikala aur uski chut saaf ki. Geelapan abhi bhi beh raha tha. Kapde pehenne mein dikkat ho rahi thi. Salwar chipak rahi thi. Sunita ke stans abhi bhi tane hue the.

“Riya... kal... phir se aana. Lekin dheere se... koi sun na le.”

Main muskurayi. “Kal teri gaand bhi chaatung i. Aur agli baar apni chut tere munh mein daalungi.”

Sunita ki aankhein badi ho gayin, lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Bahar baarish tham chuki thi. Galiyaare mein sannata tha. Main apne room ki taraf badhi. Pair kaanp rahe the. Andar se santushti thi, lekin dar bhi. College mein agar kisi ko pata chal gaya... lekin ab peeche mudne ka mann nahi tha.

Raat bhar Sunita ki geeli chut ki yaad aati rahi. Uski siskaariyan, uska paani, uski gaand ki garmaahat. Subah utte hi maine phir muth maari. Is baar aur zor se. Kyunki ab main jaan gayi thi — Sunita bhi utni hi bhookhi hai jitni main. 00