06-02-2026, 10:49 AM
Student life ki yaadein ab bhi raat ko sone nahi deti. Karachi University mein commerce padhti thi, 19-20 saal ki umar thi. Tab se hi mera jism ek aag ka gola ban chuka tha – 34C ki bhari, ubhri hui chunchiyan jo body fit abaya ke neeche bhi chhup nahi paati thi, woh ubhaar har saans ke saath upar-neeche hota tha, jaise kisi ko bulati ho Patli kamar – 28 inch se bhi kam – abaya se itni nazar aati thi ki ladke corridor mein ruk kar dekhte rehte the. Aur gaand… 36 inch ki gol-mattol, heavy, har kadam pe hilti hui, salwar ke fabric mein dabti hui, jaise kisi ko pagal karne ke liye bani ho. Chalti thi toh hips ki golaiyan hilti thi, dupatta peeche se hilta tha, aur ladkon ki nazrein wahi atak jati thi. Canteen mein chai peete waqt, class ke corridors mein, library ke shelves ke beech – har jagah ladkon ki nazrein mujh par thami rehti thi. Comments aate the, "Noureen, aaj bohot hot lag rahi ho," … yeh hips… wah!” Ya whistles, ya aankhon se hi chhedne wali nazrein. Lekin main strict thi – '. family, ghar ki pabandiyan, abaya pehenti thi lekin dupatta hamesha theek rakhti thi. Kisi ko chance nahi deti thi. Sirf padhai, ghar, aur duaen.
Phir Ali aaya – mera pehla pyar, pehla woh current jo meri body mein bijli si daudata tha. Tall tha, broad shoulders, mazboot baahen, nasheeli aankhein jo meri taraf dekhte hi dil ki dhadkan tez kar deti thi. Shuruaat group study se hui – library mein baith kar notes share karna, phir canteen mein coffee peene ke bahane milna. Dheere-dheere baatein personal ho gayi – woh meri aankhon mein dekhta, smile deta, aur main sharma jati.
Ek din Ali table ke upper mara haath per apa haat rakha – sirf ungliyon se halka sa touch. Meri body mein bijli si daud gayi. goosebumps poori body pe, chut mein ek tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty thodi gili ho gayi. Ali na dheere se kaha, garam saans meri taraf: “Noureen, tu kitni khoobsurat hai... dil karta hai har waqt dekhta rahun, chhoota rahun.”
Phir woh chori-chori ki mulakaatein shuru hui. University ke peeche ek khali spot tha – wahan pedon ke neeche, class ke baad jab sab chale jaat e the, sirf hawa aur jasmine ki khushboo. Pehli kiss wahi hui. Hum dono akelay the. Ali mara mana karna ka baat bhi bari request karta raha our mujhe deewar se dheere se lagaya, mera dupatta side kiya, aur honth mere honthon par rakh diye. Pehli kiss – soft, garam, dheemi. Uske honth mere gulabi, mote honthon par ragde, main na koi bhi respond nahe kiya – pher Ali na mara honth ko apnee honthon sa chusna shuroo kiya our mara muh khol ka apne jeebh se jeebh mili, saliva mix hua, kiss gehri hoti gayi, saans tez, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri body garam ho gayi, nipples bra ke andar hard ho gaye the, chut mein pani aane laga.
Ali na mara haath badhaya – pehle meri kamar par, zor se pakda, phir upar. Abaya ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ko pakda, zor se dabaya. Itna pressure tha ki main “Ahhh...” keh kar saans rok gayi. Mai na apna hatoo sa Ali ka hat pakra our us ko hatana ki koshe ki lakin Ali na mara hat hata ka mara Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya – dard hua lekin maza itna ki chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty bilkul bheeg gayi. Ali ne masla, squeeze kiya – meri gori chunchiyan shirt ke neeche hil rahi thi, bra ke andar nipples sakht, jaise bahar aane ko tadap rahe hon. Phir Ali na apna haath neeche lagaya, hips par – zor se pakda, squeeze kiya, ungliyan andar ki taraf dabayi. Main tadap uthi, body mein current daud raha tha. Ali ne whisper kiya, garam saans mere kaan mein: “Noureen, tu meri hai... sirf meri. Yeh hips, yeh chunchiyan – sab meri. Dil karta hai abhi tum ko kapra utar ka dekh loon tujhe poora Mai na us ko rok diya nahee ya galat hai”
Ek din Ali ne mera haath pakda aur apni pant ke upar lund par rakha. Pant ke through feel hua – mota, hard, throbbing. Garam tha, jaise pulse kar raha ho, size itna ki meri ungliyan poori tarah na bandh saki. Main jaldhi sa hat ko hataya our Ali ki taraf dakha wo muskura raha tha Ali na dubar mara hat pakar ka zabar dati apne pant ka upper sa hi apna lund per rakh diya halka sa, feel kar rahi thi uski motai, lambai, garami. Dil chahta tha zip khol kar haath andar daalun, usko pakad kar hilaoon, uska supara chhoon loon – lekin darr laga. “Ali, nahi... yeh galat hai,” keh kar haath hata liya. Usne ruk gaya, lekin aankhon mein woh pyas thi – “Ek din tu khud maangegi… mujhe chhoona chahegi.”
Uske baad kai mulakaatein hui – library ke dark corner mein, uski car ke peeche parking mein, ya university ke abandoned staircase par. Har baar intense aur gehra hota gaya:
Zor se kiss – honth chusna, jeebh andar bahar, saliva mix hona, uske honth mere honthon ko bite karte, main siskiyaan leti rahi.
Boobs ko shirt ke upar se masalna, kabhi dupatte ke neeche haath daal kar bra ke upar se nipples pinch karna – dard aur pleasure ka mix, main siskiyaan rok nahi paati thi, “Ahh… Ali… dheere…”
Hips par haath ferna, squeeze karna, kabhi thappad marna halka sa – “Ahh… Ali …” hips hilti thi uske haath mein, woh zor se dabata, ungliyan andar ki taraf dabata.
Ek baar usne meri shirt ke buttons kholne ki koshish ki – do buttons khule, bra ka lace dikha. Meri gori chunchiyan bahar aane wali thi, cleavage deep dikha raha tha. Usne bra ke upar se hi dabaya, nipples ko ungli se ragda – main garam ho gayi, panty bilkul gili. Ali ne kaha “Noureen, kapde utaar de... dekhna chahta hoon tujhe poora, yeh chunchiyan, yeh Hips…” Lekin main har baar mana kar deti thi – “Nahi, shaadi se pehle nahi... gunah hai.” Phir bhi woh thrill, woh forbidden touch, woh current – ab bhi raat ko yaad aata hai aur chut tadapne lagti hai.
Kabhi usne meri taangon ke beech haath daala, salwar ke upar se zabardasti meri choot ko rub kiya. Main Ali ka haath rokti rahi lekin Ali ne meri clit ko masal dala – halka sa pressure, circle banaya, main tadap uthi, “Ahh… Ali … mat karo…” lekin chut mein pani aa gaya, panty gili ho gayi. Woh ruk gaya, lekin aankhon mein wohi pyas thi – “Ek din tu khud bolegi… mujhe andar daalne ko.”
Woh sab sirf touch, kiss, feel tha – kabhi poora sex nahi hua. Lekin uski touch ne meri body ko jaagaya tha. Ab jab Ali ko yaad karti hoon, dil kehta hai kaash main ruk na jaati... kaash us din poora de deti usse. Woh mazboot haath, woh nasheeli aankhein, woh mota lund feel karna – woh sab meri pehli sexual awakening thi. Ab 10 saal baad bhi, jab bed par leti hoon, un moments ko yaad karke ungli se sehlati hoon, lekin asli maza toh us thrill mein tha.
Phir Ali aaya – mera pehla pyar, pehla woh current jo meri body mein bijli si daudata tha. Tall tha, broad shoulders, mazboot baahen, nasheeli aankhein jo meri taraf dekhte hi dil ki dhadkan tez kar deti thi. Shuruaat group study se hui – library mein baith kar notes share karna, phir canteen mein coffee peene ke bahane milna. Dheere-dheere baatein personal ho gayi – woh meri aankhon mein dekhta, smile deta, aur main sharma jati.
Ek din Ali table ke upper mara haath per apa haat rakha – sirf ungliyon se halka sa touch. Meri body mein bijli si daud gayi. goosebumps poori body pe, chut mein ek tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty thodi gili ho gayi. Ali na dheere se kaha, garam saans meri taraf: “Noureen, tu kitni khoobsurat hai... dil karta hai har waqt dekhta rahun, chhoota rahun.”
Phir woh chori-chori ki mulakaatein shuru hui. University ke peeche ek khali spot tha – wahan pedon ke neeche, class ke baad jab sab chale jaat e the, sirf hawa aur jasmine ki khushboo. Pehli kiss wahi hui. Hum dono akelay the. Ali mara mana karna ka baat bhi bari request karta raha our mujhe deewar se dheere se lagaya, mera dupatta side kiya, aur honth mere honthon par rakh diye. Pehli kiss – soft, garam, dheemi. Uske honth mere gulabi, mote honthon par ragde, main na koi bhi respond nahe kiya – pher Ali na mara honth ko apnee honthon sa chusna shuroo kiya our mara muh khol ka apne jeebh se jeebh mili, saliva mix hua, kiss gehri hoti gayi, saans tez, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri body garam ho gayi, nipples bra ke andar hard ho gaye the, chut mein pani aane laga.
Ali na mara haath badhaya – pehle meri kamar par, zor se pakda, phir upar. Abaya ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ko pakda, zor se dabaya. Itna pressure tha ki main “Ahhh...” keh kar saans rok gayi. Mai na apna hatoo sa Ali ka hat pakra our us ko hatana ki koshe ki lakin Ali na mara hat hata ka mara Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya – dard hua lekin maza itna ki chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty bilkul bheeg gayi. Ali ne masla, squeeze kiya – meri gori chunchiyan shirt ke neeche hil rahi thi, bra ke andar nipples sakht, jaise bahar aane ko tadap rahe hon. Phir Ali na apna haath neeche lagaya, hips par – zor se pakda, squeeze kiya, ungliyan andar ki taraf dabayi. Main tadap uthi, body mein current daud raha tha. Ali ne whisper kiya, garam saans mere kaan mein: “Noureen, tu meri hai... sirf meri. Yeh hips, yeh chunchiyan – sab meri. Dil karta hai abhi tum ko kapra utar ka dekh loon tujhe poora Mai na us ko rok diya nahee ya galat hai”
Ek din Ali ne mera haath pakda aur apni pant ke upar lund par rakha. Pant ke through feel hua – mota, hard, throbbing. Garam tha, jaise pulse kar raha ho, size itna ki meri ungliyan poori tarah na bandh saki. Main jaldhi sa hat ko hataya our Ali ki taraf dakha wo muskura raha tha Ali na dubar mara hat pakar ka zabar dati apne pant ka upper sa hi apna lund per rakh diya halka sa, feel kar rahi thi uski motai, lambai, garami. Dil chahta tha zip khol kar haath andar daalun, usko pakad kar hilaoon, uska supara chhoon loon – lekin darr laga. “Ali, nahi... yeh galat hai,” keh kar haath hata liya. Usne ruk gaya, lekin aankhon mein woh pyas thi – “Ek din tu khud maangegi… mujhe chhoona chahegi.”
Uske baad kai mulakaatein hui – library ke dark corner mein, uski car ke peeche parking mein, ya university ke abandoned staircase par. Har baar intense aur gehra hota gaya:
Zor se kiss – honth chusna, jeebh andar bahar, saliva mix hona, uske honth mere honthon ko bite karte, main siskiyaan leti rahi.
Boobs ko shirt ke upar se masalna, kabhi dupatte ke neeche haath daal kar bra ke upar se nipples pinch karna – dard aur pleasure ka mix, main siskiyaan rok nahi paati thi, “Ahh… Ali… dheere…”
Hips par haath ferna, squeeze karna, kabhi thappad marna halka sa – “Ahh… Ali …” hips hilti thi uske haath mein, woh zor se dabata, ungliyan andar ki taraf dabata.
Ek baar usne meri shirt ke buttons kholne ki koshish ki – do buttons khule, bra ka lace dikha. Meri gori chunchiyan bahar aane wali thi, cleavage deep dikha raha tha. Usne bra ke upar se hi dabaya, nipples ko ungli se ragda – main garam ho gayi, panty bilkul gili. Ali ne kaha “Noureen, kapde utaar de... dekhna chahta hoon tujhe poora, yeh chunchiyan, yeh Hips…” Lekin main har baar mana kar deti thi – “Nahi, shaadi se pehle nahi... gunah hai.” Phir bhi woh thrill, woh forbidden touch, woh current – ab bhi raat ko yaad aata hai aur chut tadapne lagti hai.
Kabhi usne meri taangon ke beech haath daala, salwar ke upar se zabardasti meri choot ko rub kiya. Main Ali ka haath rokti rahi lekin Ali ne meri clit ko masal dala – halka sa pressure, circle banaya, main tadap uthi, “Ahh… Ali … mat karo…” lekin chut mein pani aa gaya, panty gili ho gayi. Woh ruk gaya, lekin aankhon mein wohi pyas thi – “Ek din tu khud bolegi… mujhe andar daalne ko.”
Woh sab sirf touch, kiss, feel tha – kabhi poora sex nahi hua. Lekin uski touch ne meri body ko jaagaya tha. Ab jab Ali ko yaad karti hoon, dil kehta hai kaash main ruk na jaati... kaash us din poora de deti usse. Woh mazboot haath, woh nasheeli aankhein, woh mota lund feel karna – woh sab meri pehli sexual awakening thi. Ab 10 saal baad bhi, jab bed par leti hoon, un moments ko yaad karke ungli se sehlati hoon, lekin asli maza toh us thrill mein tha.
Mis Khan
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