Papa ne ticket book karwaya tha Volvo bus ka, last seat. Mummy aur didi bus stand par alvida karne aayi thi. Mummy ne mujhe gale lagaya, “Beta sambhal ke jaana, hostel pahunch ke call karna.” Didi ne bhi hug kiya. Papa ne ticket deke kaha, “Safe rehna Bhumika.” Unke jaane ke baad dil thoda udaas ho gaya. Family se alag hone ka dukh, lonely feeling. Bus fully packed thi, evening ka time, andhera hone laga tha. Main last seat par baith gayi, window side.
Tabhi ek uncle aaye. Lagbhag 50 saal ke, chhoti height, sar ke upar bilkul bald, lekin chehra unka sexy aur handsome tha. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, confident smile. Unhone meri taraf dekha aur puchha, “Yeh seat khali hai na?” Main ne sir hilaya. Woh mere paas baith gaye. Unka naam Atul tha, baad mein pata chala. Unka body average tha lekin haath strong, aur jeans mein unka lund ka shape clear dikh raha tha – mota aur lambaa, shayad 7-8 inch ka.
Pehle toh normal baat hui.
Atul Uncle: “College se aa rahi ho kya? Holidays ke baad?”
Main: “Haan uncle, hostel wapas ja rahi hoon. Delhi.”
Atul Uncle: “Lonely lag raha hai na? Family se alag hone ka dukh.”
Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha. Main thodi sharma gayi lekin unki baat sunkar dil halka laga. Unhone meri loneliness notice kar li thi. Baat aage badhi. Unhone apne baare mein bataya – business karte hain, aksar travel. Main ne bhi college ki baat ki. Unki aawaz mein ek confidence tha jo mujhe impress kar raha tha.
Tabhi bus start hui. Raste mein jhatke aa rahe the. Unka haath meri thigh se touch ho gaya.
Main: “Sorry uncle...”
Atul Uncle: “Koi baat nahi beta. Bus itni packed hai.”
Lekin unki smile mein kuch aur tha. Main ne unke chehre ko gaur se dekha – bald hone ke bawajood bahut attractive. Dil mein socha, itne bade umar ke hain lekin looks mein kuch special hai. Maine khud compliment de diya.
Main: “Uncle aapke looks toh bahut smart hain, bald hone ke bawajood sexy lagte hain.”
Atul Uncle: “Sach mein? Tumhari umar ki ladkiyon ko aise uncle pasand aate hain kya?”
Main has di, lekin andar se thodi si excitement badh gayi. Unki baatein flirtatious thi. Bus ki light dim thi, log so rahe the ya phone dekh rahe the. Main aur uncle last seat par the, thoda alag.
Unhone phir se haath rakha, is baar jaan-bujhkar meri thigh par.
Atul Uncle: “Tumhari jeans bahut tight hai... figure toh zabardast hai.”
Main: “Uncle... yeh kya bol rahe ho.”
Lekin main ne unka haath nahi hataya. Loneliness aur unki baaton ne mujhe soft bana diya tha. Unka haath dheere dheere upar badha, jeans ke upar se meri gaand ko feel kiya.
Atul Uncle: “Itni soft gaand... tight white jeans mein kitni sexy lag rahi hai.”
Main: “Uncle please... log dekh lenge.”
Atul Uncle: “Koi nahi dekh raha. Sab soye huye hain. Tum lonely ho na? Main tumhara mood change kar dunga.”
Unhone mera haath pakda aur apne lund par rakh diya. Jeans ke upar se hi uska mota shape feel hua. Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Yeh stranger uncle tha, lekin uski touch mein koi force nahi, sirf invitation. Main ne halka sa dabaya.
Atul Uncle: “Haan... aise hi. Tumhari chut bhi geeli ho rahi hogi shayad.”
Main sharma gayi lekin sach tha. Unki baaton aur touch se meri chut mein geelapan aa gaya tha. Unhone mera haath apne lund par rakh ke move karwaya.
Main: “Uncle... yeh galat hai.”
Atul Uncle: “Galat nahi beta. Tumhe pasand aa raha hai na? Bol.”
Main chup rahi, lekin haan bolne jaisa feel ho raha tha. Unhone phir meri top ke andar haath daala. Boobs ko gently dabaya.
Atul Uncle: “35 size ke soft boobs... nipples toh khade ho gaye.”
Main: “Ahhh... dheere uncle...”
Us waqt meri nazar idhar-udhar ghumi, socha kisi ne dekha toh nahi. Phir dil mein ek baat aayi – aise hi kisi story mein padha tha [Priya Ke Ghar Mein Hui Chudai] jahan ek young ladki ko bade uncle ne pehli baar touch kiya tha. Waisi hi feeling aa rahi thi.
Unhone meri jeans ka button khola. Zip neeche ki. Unki ungli meri panty ke upar se chut ko feel karne lagi.
Atul Uncle: “Kitni geeli ho gayi hai teri chut... girlfriend sex stories wali feeling aa rahi hai kya?”
Main: “Uncle... mat karo yahan.”
Lekin meri aawaz mein resistance kam thi. Unhone panty side ki aur seedha ungli andar daal di.
Main: “Ummph... ahhh...”
Atul Uncle: “Chup chap le le. Bus mein maza le rahi hai na tu.”
Ungli andar-bahar hone lagi. Meri chut tight thi, unki ungli moti. Main unke lund ko ab jeans ke andar se nikalne ki koshish karne lagi. Unhone madad ki. 8 inch ka mota kala lund bahar aaya, veins dikh rahe the, sir pure geela.
Main: “Itna bada... uncle.”
Atul Uncle: “Ab choos thoda. Dheere se.”
Main jhuk gayi last seat ke andhere mein. Unka lund muh mein liya. Namkeen taste. Unhone mere baal pakde.
Atul Uncle: “Haan beta... aise hi chooso. Poori tarah geela kar de.”
Main unka lund choos rahi thi, unki ungli meri chut mein. Bus ke jhatke se aur maza aa raha tha. Unhone meri gaand ko bhi dabana shuru kiya.
Atul Uncle: “Ab utha jeans neeche. Gaand dikha.”
Main thoda resist kiya.
Main: “Uncle... gaand? Yahan?”
Atul Uncle: “Haan. Teri round gaand chahiye mujhe. Dheere se le lunga.”
Main ne jeans aur panty thighs tak utaar di. Unhone mujhe apni godi mein bitha liya, peeth unki chest se lagi. Unka lund meri gaand ke beech mein touch ho raha tha. Unhone thook se apna lund geela kiya, phir meri gaand ke ched par lagaya.
Atul Uncle: “Ab dheere se dhakka de raha hoon. Bol agar dard ho.”
Main: “Uncle... ah... dheere...”
Pehla dhakka. Gaand ka ched stretch hua. Dard hua lekin unhone ruk kar massage kiya. Phir dheere dheere pura lund andar.
Main: “Ahhh fuck... itna mota... gaand faad di uncle.”
Atul Uncle: “Chup. Maza le. Teri gaand itni tight hai jaise pehli baar.”
Woh chudai shuru ho gayi. Last seat par, bus ke andhere mein, unka lund meri gaand mein andar-bahar. Main unke haath se apne muh ko daba ke rakh rahi thi taaki awaaz na nikle. Unhone dusre haath se meri chut bhi masalni shuru ki.
Atul Uncle: “Dekh kaise le rahi hai tu. Romantic sex stories mein aisa hi hota hai na?”
Main: “Haan uncle... aur zor se... ahhh...”
Unke dhakke tez ho gaye. Meri gaand ki chap-chap awaaz, lekin bus ke noise mein dab gayi. Main unke lund ko full feel kar rahi thi. Yeh mera pehla gaand sex tha kisi stranger ke saath. Loneliness bilkul gayab ho gayi thi.
Tabhi unhone kaha, “Agar iski poori raat ki recording dekhni ho toh raw bus chudai video dekhne ke liye yaha click karo.”
Main unki baat sunkar aur garam ho gayi. Unke lund ne meri gaand ko fully khol diya tha. Main unke upar bounce karne lagi.
Main: “Uncle... meri gaand faad do... ahhh lund pura andar...”
Atul Uncle: “Randi ban gayi tu. Love making stories padhti hogi na aise?”
Main: “Haan... aise hi... aur deep...”
Unhone mujhe thoda aage jhukaya, gaand upar ki. Ab full force se chudai. Meri boobs top ke andar hil rahe the. Unhone top upar kiya aur nipples ko pinch kiya.
Atul Uncle: “Ab bol, kiski gaand chud rahi hai?”
Main: “Aapki... Atul uncle ki... ahhh gaand chudai...”
Mera orgasm paas aa raha tha. Chut se paani nikalne laga, gaand mein unka lund. Unhone meri chut ki clit ko tez ragda.
Main: “Uncle main aa rahi hoon... ahhhh...”
Poora body kaamp utha. Gaand tight ho gayi unke lund ke around. Unhone bhi speed badha di.
Atul Uncle: “Main bhi jhadne wala hoon... teri gaand mein hi dalunga.”
Main: “Haan uncle... andar daal do...”
Unhone last dhakke maare aur garam cum meri gaand ke andar bhar diya. Bahut saara. Main feel kar rahi thi uska garam liquid andar failta hua.
Dheere se unhone lund bahar nikala. Cum thoda bahar nikalne laga. Unhone meri panty se saaf kiya, jeans upar karwayi. Main unki godi mein hi baithi rahi, saans bhaari.
Atul Uncle: “Maza aaya na? Ab mood change ho gaya?”
Main: “Haan uncle... bahut.”
Unhone mera chehra pakda aur soft kiss diya.
Atul Uncle: “Agla station aane wala hai. Phone number de dena, milte rahenge.”
Main ne number de diya. Bus thodi der baad rukne wali thi. Main ne socha, aise hi kisi aur story mein bhi hua tha [Mein Mona Aunty Ki Garam Gaand] jahan badi umar wali aurat ko young ne choda tha, lekin yahan ulta ho gaya.
Unhone phir se mera haath apne ab soft ho chuke lund par rakha.
Atul Uncle: “Agar iski asli chudai ki clip chahiye toh poori bus wali recording yaha dekho.”
Main muskurayi. Bus Delhi ke paas pahunchne lagi. Main ne apne kapde theek kiye. Gaand mein ab bhi unka cum feel ho raha tha, thoda dard bhi, lekin maza zyada.
Atul Uncle: “Hostel pahunch ke message karna. Agli baar hotel le chalen.”
Main: “Theek hai uncle.”
Bus stop hui. Main utri. Unhone last baar meri gaand dabaayi.
Atul Uncle: “Bye meri randi.”
Main: “Bye uncle.”
Hostel pahunch ke maine unhe message kiya. Yeh tha mera pehla stranger ke saath full sex love story in hindi wala experience. Family se alag hone ka dukh bilkul bhool gayi thi. Ab sirf unka lund, meri gaand aur woh raat yaad aa rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon, next journey mein phir milenge kya.
Ab main hostel ke bed par leti hui unki yaad mein apni chut masal rahi hoon. Atul uncle ka mota lund, meri gaand ki woh pehli chudai – yeh memory meri favourite romantic sex stories mein se ek ban gayi hai. Girlfriend sex stories padhne ke baad khud jee liya aaj.
Bus ki woh aakhri seat, andhera, unke dhakke... sab yaad karke main phir geeli ho jaati hoon. Shayad jald hi unse milungi.
Tabhi ek uncle aaye. Lagbhag 50 saal ke, chhoti height, sar ke upar bilkul bald, lekin chehra unka sexy aur handsome tha. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, confident smile. Unhone meri taraf dekha aur puchha, “Yeh seat khali hai na?” Main ne sir hilaya. Woh mere paas baith gaye. Unka naam Atul tha, baad mein pata chala. Unka body average tha lekin haath strong, aur jeans mein unka lund ka shape clear dikh raha tha – mota aur lambaa, shayad 7-8 inch ka.
Pehle toh normal baat hui.
Atul Uncle: “College se aa rahi ho kya? Holidays ke baad?”
Main: “Haan uncle, hostel wapas ja rahi hoon. Delhi.”
Atul Uncle: “Lonely lag raha hai na? Family se alag hone ka dukh.”
Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha. Main thodi sharma gayi lekin unki baat sunkar dil halka laga. Unhone meri loneliness notice kar li thi. Baat aage badhi. Unhone apne baare mein bataya – business karte hain, aksar travel. Main ne bhi college ki baat ki. Unki aawaz mein ek confidence tha jo mujhe impress kar raha tha.
Tabhi bus start hui. Raste mein jhatke aa rahe the. Unka haath meri thigh se touch ho gaya.
Main: “Sorry uncle...”
Atul Uncle: “Koi baat nahi beta. Bus itni packed hai.”
Lekin unki smile mein kuch aur tha. Main ne unke chehre ko gaur se dekha – bald hone ke bawajood bahut attractive. Dil mein socha, itne bade umar ke hain lekin looks mein kuch special hai. Maine khud compliment de diya.
Main: “Uncle aapke looks toh bahut smart hain, bald hone ke bawajood sexy lagte hain.”
Atul Uncle: “Sach mein? Tumhari umar ki ladkiyon ko aise uncle pasand aate hain kya?”
Main has di, lekin andar se thodi si excitement badh gayi. Unki baatein flirtatious thi. Bus ki light dim thi, log so rahe the ya phone dekh rahe the. Main aur uncle last seat par the, thoda alag.
Unhone phir se haath rakha, is baar jaan-bujhkar meri thigh par.
Atul Uncle: “Tumhari jeans bahut tight hai... figure toh zabardast hai.”
Main: “Uncle... yeh kya bol rahe ho.”
Lekin main ne unka haath nahi hataya. Loneliness aur unki baaton ne mujhe soft bana diya tha. Unka haath dheere dheere upar badha, jeans ke upar se meri gaand ko feel kiya.
Atul Uncle: “Itni soft gaand... tight white jeans mein kitni sexy lag rahi hai.”
Main: “Uncle please... log dekh lenge.”
Atul Uncle: “Koi nahi dekh raha. Sab soye huye hain. Tum lonely ho na? Main tumhara mood change kar dunga.”
Unhone mera haath pakda aur apne lund par rakh diya. Jeans ke upar se hi uska mota shape feel hua. Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Yeh stranger uncle tha, lekin uski touch mein koi force nahi, sirf invitation. Main ne halka sa dabaya.
Atul Uncle: “Haan... aise hi. Tumhari chut bhi geeli ho rahi hogi shayad.”
Main sharma gayi lekin sach tha. Unki baaton aur touch se meri chut mein geelapan aa gaya tha. Unhone mera haath apne lund par rakh ke move karwaya.
Main: “Uncle... yeh galat hai.”
Atul Uncle: “Galat nahi beta. Tumhe pasand aa raha hai na? Bol.”
Main chup rahi, lekin haan bolne jaisa feel ho raha tha. Unhone phir meri top ke andar haath daala. Boobs ko gently dabaya.
Atul Uncle: “35 size ke soft boobs... nipples toh khade ho gaye.”
Main: “Ahhh... dheere uncle...”
Us waqt meri nazar idhar-udhar ghumi, socha kisi ne dekha toh nahi. Phir dil mein ek baat aayi – aise hi kisi story mein padha tha [Priya Ke Ghar Mein Hui Chudai] jahan ek young ladki ko bade uncle ne pehli baar touch kiya tha. Waisi hi feeling aa rahi thi.
Unhone meri jeans ka button khola. Zip neeche ki. Unki ungli meri panty ke upar se chut ko feel karne lagi.
Atul Uncle: “Kitni geeli ho gayi hai teri chut... girlfriend sex stories wali feeling aa rahi hai kya?”
Main: “Uncle... mat karo yahan.”
Lekin meri aawaz mein resistance kam thi. Unhone panty side ki aur seedha ungli andar daal di.
Main: “Ummph... ahhh...”
Atul Uncle: “Chup chap le le. Bus mein maza le rahi hai na tu.”
Ungli andar-bahar hone lagi. Meri chut tight thi, unki ungli moti. Main unke lund ko ab jeans ke andar se nikalne ki koshish karne lagi. Unhone madad ki. 8 inch ka mota kala lund bahar aaya, veins dikh rahe the, sir pure geela.
Main: “Itna bada... uncle.”
Atul Uncle: “Ab choos thoda. Dheere se.”
Main jhuk gayi last seat ke andhere mein. Unka lund muh mein liya. Namkeen taste. Unhone mere baal pakde.
Atul Uncle: “Haan beta... aise hi chooso. Poori tarah geela kar de.”
Main unka lund choos rahi thi, unki ungli meri chut mein. Bus ke jhatke se aur maza aa raha tha. Unhone meri gaand ko bhi dabana shuru kiya.
Atul Uncle: “Ab utha jeans neeche. Gaand dikha.”
Main thoda resist kiya.
Main: “Uncle... gaand? Yahan?”
Atul Uncle: “Haan. Teri round gaand chahiye mujhe. Dheere se le lunga.”
Main ne jeans aur panty thighs tak utaar di. Unhone mujhe apni godi mein bitha liya, peeth unki chest se lagi. Unka lund meri gaand ke beech mein touch ho raha tha. Unhone thook se apna lund geela kiya, phir meri gaand ke ched par lagaya.
Atul Uncle: “Ab dheere se dhakka de raha hoon. Bol agar dard ho.”
Main: “Uncle... ah... dheere...”
Pehla dhakka. Gaand ka ched stretch hua. Dard hua lekin unhone ruk kar massage kiya. Phir dheere dheere pura lund andar.
Main: “Ahhh fuck... itna mota... gaand faad di uncle.”
Atul Uncle: “Chup. Maza le. Teri gaand itni tight hai jaise pehli baar.”
Woh chudai shuru ho gayi. Last seat par, bus ke andhere mein, unka lund meri gaand mein andar-bahar. Main unke haath se apne muh ko daba ke rakh rahi thi taaki awaaz na nikle. Unhone dusre haath se meri chut bhi masalni shuru ki.
Atul Uncle: “Dekh kaise le rahi hai tu. Romantic sex stories mein aisa hi hota hai na?”
Main: “Haan uncle... aur zor se... ahhh...”
Unke dhakke tez ho gaye. Meri gaand ki chap-chap awaaz, lekin bus ke noise mein dab gayi. Main unke lund ko full feel kar rahi thi. Yeh mera pehla gaand sex tha kisi stranger ke saath. Loneliness bilkul gayab ho gayi thi.
Tabhi unhone kaha, “Agar iski poori raat ki recording dekhni ho toh raw bus chudai video dekhne ke liye yaha click karo.”
Main unki baat sunkar aur garam ho gayi. Unke lund ne meri gaand ko fully khol diya tha. Main unke upar bounce karne lagi.
Main: “Uncle... meri gaand faad do... ahhh lund pura andar...”
Atul Uncle: “Randi ban gayi tu. Love making stories padhti hogi na aise?”
Main: “Haan... aise hi... aur deep...”
Unhone mujhe thoda aage jhukaya, gaand upar ki. Ab full force se chudai. Meri boobs top ke andar hil rahe the. Unhone top upar kiya aur nipples ko pinch kiya.
Atul Uncle: “Ab bol, kiski gaand chud rahi hai?”
Main: “Aapki... Atul uncle ki... ahhh gaand chudai...”
Mera orgasm paas aa raha tha. Chut se paani nikalne laga, gaand mein unka lund. Unhone meri chut ki clit ko tez ragda.
Main: “Uncle main aa rahi hoon... ahhhh...”
Poora body kaamp utha. Gaand tight ho gayi unke lund ke around. Unhone bhi speed badha di.
Atul Uncle: “Main bhi jhadne wala hoon... teri gaand mein hi dalunga.”
Main: “Haan uncle... andar daal do...”
Unhone last dhakke maare aur garam cum meri gaand ke andar bhar diya. Bahut saara. Main feel kar rahi thi uska garam liquid andar failta hua.
Dheere se unhone lund bahar nikala. Cum thoda bahar nikalne laga. Unhone meri panty se saaf kiya, jeans upar karwayi. Main unki godi mein hi baithi rahi, saans bhaari.
Atul Uncle: “Maza aaya na? Ab mood change ho gaya?”
Main: “Haan uncle... bahut.”
Unhone mera chehra pakda aur soft kiss diya.
Atul Uncle: “Agla station aane wala hai. Phone number de dena, milte rahenge.”
Main ne number de diya. Bus thodi der baad rukne wali thi. Main ne socha, aise hi kisi aur story mein bhi hua tha [Mein Mona Aunty Ki Garam Gaand] jahan badi umar wali aurat ko young ne choda tha, lekin yahan ulta ho gaya.
Unhone phir se mera haath apne ab soft ho chuke lund par rakha.
Atul Uncle: “Agar iski asli chudai ki clip chahiye toh poori bus wali recording yaha dekho.”
Main muskurayi. Bus Delhi ke paas pahunchne lagi. Main ne apne kapde theek kiye. Gaand mein ab bhi unka cum feel ho raha tha, thoda dard bhi, lekin maza zyada.
Atul Uncle: “Hostel pahunch ke message karna. Agli baar hotel le chalen.”
Main: “Theek hai uncle.”
Bus stop hui. Main utri. Unhone last baar meri gaand dabaayi.
Atul Uncle: “Bye meri randi.”
Main: “Bye uncle.”
Hostel pahunch ke maine unhe message kiya. Yeh tha mera pehla stranger ke saath full sex love story in hindi wala experience. Family se alag hone ka dukh bilkul bhool gayi thi. Ab sirf unka lund, meri gaand aur woh raat yaad aa rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon, next journey mein phir milenge kya.
Ab main hostel ke bed par leti hui unki yaad mein apni chut masal rahi hoon. Atul uncle ka mota lund, meri gaand ki woh pehli chudai – yeh memory meri favourite romantic sex stories mein se ek ban gayi hai. Girlfriend sex stories padhne ke baad khud jee liya aaj.
Bus ki woh aakhri seat, andhera, unke dhakke... sab yaad karke main phir geeli ho jaati hoon. Shayad jald hi unse milungi.
Gaand mein cum daalne wali feeling kaisi thi?
ReplyDeleteGaram aur sticky… hostel pahunch ke bhi feel ho raha tha andar. Raat bhar ungli maarti rahi usi soch mein.
Delete50 saal ka uncle aur 19 saal ki ladki… next time main bhi bus mein milun?
ReplyDeleteMile toh mile, lekin pehle lund dikhana padega… mera standard ab high ho gaya hai.
DeleteYaar last seat pe itni der chudai kaise hui? Kisi ne nahi dekha?
ReplyDeleteAndhera tha aur sab soye hue the… uncle ne muh dabake rakha tha warna awaaz nikal jaati.
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