Innocent Wife Neeta in Trouble

Neeta shaadi ke baad doosri baar apne maike jaa rahi thi. Pehli baar to shadi ke kuchh hi din baad gayi thi, par uske baad use mauka nahi mila tha.

Use bilkul bhi pata nahi tha ki wo ghar jaane ke naam se khus hai ya udaas. Aise dekhein to Neeta ka jeevan khushaal tha. Apne pati Ravi ke sath wo khusi khusi ranchi mein rahti thi.

Ravi ek construction company mein senior engineer tha – ek number aur do number mein kaafi amdani thi. Ek sukhi jeevan ke liye zaroori sabhi cheejein thi uske paas. Bas shadi ke 4 saal baad bhi wo ma nahi ban payi thi. Uski saas kayi baar bol chuki thi doctor se dikhwane ko, par Ravi har baar kisi na kisi bahane se baat ko taal deta.

Neeta ko poora vishwas tha ki kami uske andar nahi hai, kami ravi mein hi hai aur isiliye shayad ravi doctor ke paas jaane se hinchakta hai. Bistar mein bhi ravi adhik der nahi tik paata tha. Neeta ne sex ke baare mein jo bhi suna tha use kabhi pata hi nahi chal paya ki wo sab kewal kahne ki baatein hain ya bas uske jeevan mein hi wo anand nahi hai jo usne logon se suna hai.

Uski saheliyon ne use kayi baar bataya tha ki chudai suruwat mein dard to hota hai par uske baad swarg samaan anand hai. Usne na to dard ki hi anubhuti ki aur na hi swarg samaan anand ki.

Uske liye to chudai bas 5 minute ka ek ritual matra tha – Ravi uske saree ko upar sarka kar uske kamar ke neeche, janghon ke beech, ghani jharion mein chhipi gulabi gahri gufa mein apna mirch ke akaar ka shishn ghusata aur kshan bhar mein nidhaal ho kar so jata.

Neeta to ye bhi nahi jaanti thi ki Ravi ka lund bada hai ya chhota! Usne kabhi kisi aur mard ka lund dekha bhi nahi tha. Khair, apne manahsthiti ka pata Neeta ne kabhi Ravi ko nahi chalne diya, aur apne vyavahar aur baton mein wo humesha adarsh patni ki tarah thi.

Aaj use ye chinta sataye jaa rahi thi, ki uski gaon ki saheliyan jab usse chudai ke baare mein poochhegi to wo kya kahegi?

Rajni ne jab bataya tha tab Neeta ki panty geeli ho gayi thi! Shayad Rajni ne jhooth kaha hoga, aisa to koi maza nahi aata. Ya ravi maza dene mein samarth nahi hai?

Kyun ki Kunal ne jab holi mein use rang lagaya tha to use ajeeb sa ehshaash hua tha.

Kunaal ne jaan boojh kar kiya tha ya anjane mein, ye neeta nahi janti, par usne use rang lagate samay apna haath neeta ke pusht urozon par rakh diya tha.

Wo rang se bachne ki koshish mein neeche fishal gayi thi, neeta ka pallu uske blouse par se hat gaya tha, aur bhag daur mein uske blouse ke upar ka ek button bhi khul gaya tha.

Kunal uske badan se lipat kar use rang laga raha tha. Neeta apne munh ko rang lagne se bachane ke liye pet ke bal let kar apne munh ko haath se chhipa rahi thi.Uski saree simat kar uske ghutne ke upar aa chuki thi.

Halke gulabi rang mein rang kar uski safed chikni jaanghein gulaab ki pankhuri ke samaan lag rahi thi. Kunaal uski peeth se lipta hua ek haath se uske chehre par rang lagane ka prayas kar raha tha aur uska doosra haath neeta ke chuchi ko daba raha tha.

Neeta ko jab ye ehshaash hua ki uski chuchiyon par kisi gair mard ka haath hai to uske jishm mein current sa daur gaya. Uski dil ki dhadkane itni teevra ho gayi ki maano uska hriday phat padega. Usne apne nitamb par kuchh kathor sa mahshoosh kiya tha, shayad kunaal ka lund ho.

Par itna bada kaise? Ho sakta hai uski jeb mein mobilephone raha ho! Chahe jo ho, us ghatna ke 3 din baad tak neeta bechain thi. us ghatna ki yaad matra se uska badan shihar jaata, uski dhadkane tez ho jaati, aur use apne jaanghon ke beech aag aur paani ka adbhut milan ka ehshaas hota. Is ghatna ko beete 4 mahine ho gaye the. par aaj bhi wo kunaal ke saamne jaane mein jijhakti thi.

Shayad ravi hi namard hai. Shayad uski kishmat mein hi yauvan ka anand lena nahi hai aur shayad kunal ke sath beete wo kshan hi uske jeevan ka sabse anand dayak pal the!

“Are neeta, itni der se taiyaar ho rahi ho? bus chhoot jayegi bhai!”

Ravi ki awaaz neeta ke kaano mein padi. “Main taiyaar hoon, aap gaadi nikaliye.”

Neeta apna purse utha kar bedroom se bahar aayi.

“Madharchod MD! saale ko abhi hi project report chahiye tha!”

Ravi apne boss par gussa ka ijhaar kar raha tha. “tum akeli chali jaogi na?

main haramzaade ke munh par report fenk kar jaldi se jaldi chala aaunga”

Ravi ke munh se gaali sun kar neeta ko vichitra laga. Kya bistar mein apne namardagi ko chhipane ke liye

Ravi apne shabdon mein mardanagi dikhata hai? Ya construction line mein logon ki bhasha hi aisi hoti hai?

“Aap fikra mat kijiye, wahan busstand par papa aa jayenge mujhe recieve karne, aur yahan to aap chhod hi rahe hain, banki safar to bus mein bitana hai. Chaliye jaldi, late ho jayega.” Neeta ne ravi ko ashwasan diya.

Dono gadi mein baith kar bus stand ki taraf nikle. “Madharchod! Ye traffic. Bhonsdi waale anpadh ganwar sab politics mein aayenge to yahi hoga! saalon ke dimaag mein sadak banate samay ye bat ahi aati ki kal is par aur bhi gaadiyan daurengi. aaj har kutte billi ke paas gaadi hai aur road dekho, bitta bhad ka.” Horn ki awaaz ke beech mein Ravi khud par chilla raha tha.

Raat ke 8 baj chuke the, aur bas khulne ka time 7 baje hi tha. bus stand pahunchte pahunchte raat ke 9 baj chuke the.

Bus stand par 2-3 chhoti route ke bas ke alawa koi bus nahi tha, aur wahan log bhi kaafi kam the. Ravi booking counter waale ke paas chilla raha tha. “sab ke sab lootere hain! Phone nahi karna tha to mobile number liya kyun? jab passenger gaya hi nahi to paise kis baat ke?” wo booking clerk se paise wapas maang raha tha.

Neeta uske bagal mein khadi thi. Uski laal blouse ke side se uski kaali bra ka lace bahar nikla hua tha. Clerk ke saamne baitha ek adher umra ka aadmi use ghoor raha tha. aur ghoore bhi kyun na, neeta ki jis chuchiyon ko us bra ne dhak kar rakha tha wo 34 inch ki thi. 26 saal ki gori, lambi chharhare badan waali neeta halogen lamp ke saamne khadi thi jisse uske honthon par lagi laal lipstick chamak kar madak drishya utpanna kar rahe the. jaise jaise neeta ke uroz saans ke saath upar neeche ho rahe the, waise waise us adher ki ling mein yauvan ka sanchaar ho raha tha.

55 saal ke us buddhe ka rang jitna hi kaala tha, baal utne hi safed. Uska dhoti uske jaangon ke upar hi tha, aur aankhein laal, maano abhi ek bottle chadhai ho. Uske munh ki baas door khadi neeta mahshoosh kar sakti hi.

Jab neeta ki nazar us buddhe par padi to neeta saham gayi. Auraton mein mardon ki niyat bhaampne ka yantra laga hota hai shayad. Neeta ne apne blouse ko theek kar apne ubhaar ko saree se theek se dhaka. neeta ko sahma dekh kar us buddhe ke lund mein aur jawani bhad aayi.

wo apna munh khol besharm ki tarah mushkurane laga. Uske saamne ki daant lambi aur badshurat thi. uske chehre ko dekh kar neeta ka mann ghina raha tha.

wo rave ke aur nikat aa gayi aur uski baanh ko pakad kar boli “chaliye yahan se.
Ab bus chali gayi to fir ladai karke kya fayeda”

“are bhaiya! hum bhi sitamarhi jaa rahe hain, baithiyega humare bas par?” Sar par pagdi lagaye, badi moochh aur badi kaya waale ek hatte kathhe aadmi ne kaha.

“Kab khulegi bus?”

“bas ab niklenge hi, wahan khadi hai 1785 number ki bus. seat bhi khali hoga.
Waise bhada ta 700 rupaiya hai, par aap 500 bhi de dijiyega ta chalega.
Aap passenger ko baithaiye.. hum 2 minute mein aate hain.”

Ravi neeta ko le kar bus par pahuncha. Usne andar jhank kar dekha, bus mein 8-10 mard the aur 2-3 mahila, sab gaon ke the. Bus poora khali tha. “Bus mein jab gaon ke log baithe hue hain, andar badbu de raha hai. tum isme jaa paogi?

dikkat hoga to aaj chhod do. Kal chali jana?”

“Kal faldaan hai, jana zaroori hai. main chali jaungi, aap fikra mat kijiye”

“Hmm, tum andar baitho, main tumhare liye paani ka bottle la deta hoon”.
Neeta andar gayi. Par andar badbu bahut tha, shayad passanger mein se kuchh logon ne desi sharab pee rakhi thi. Aur andar garmi bhi bahut thi.

Neeta utar kar bus se neeche aa gayi. Raat ke 10 baj rahe the, bus stand par kuchh hi log the.

Bas se ke aas paas kuda fenka hua tha, aur peshab ki teekhi gandh aa rahi thi.

Neeta bus se thodi door gayi, usne chaaron taraf ghoom kar dekha, yahan use koi nahi dekh raha tha. usne apni saree upar uthai, panty neeche sarkaya aur baith kar peshab karne lagi.

door lage bus ke headlight ke roshni mein uski safed chikni gaand aadhe chaand ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Wo peshab karke uthi, aur jaise hi peechhe mudi, saamne badsurat shakla wala buddha apni daant nikale mushkura raha tha.

Neeta kaamp uthi. Uske chehre par wahi besharmi waali mushkurahat thi, uska ek haath neeche dhoti ke beech kuchh pakde hua tha, dundhli roshni mein uski safed dhoti to dikh rahi thi, par wo pakde kya hua hai wo neeta nahi dekh paa rahi thi.

Neeta ke liye ye samajhna mushkil nahi tha ki wo kya pakde hua hai, par wo ravi ke auzaar se kaafi bada tha.

Buddha neeta ki taraf badhne laga. Neeta ghabra kar idhar udhar dekhne lagi.
Tabhi use Ravi aata dikha, wo daur kar ravi ke paas pahunchi. Ravi darr se peeli par gayi neeta ko dekh kar bola “kya hua?”.

“wwwoo… aa… aadmi!” Neeta ghabrai hui thi.
Isse pehle wo kuchh bolti Ravi us aadmi ki taraf lapka.
“Madharchod! bhonsdi waale!” jab tak buddha kuchh bole tab tak uspar do jhapad pad chuka tha.

“Haramzaade, do kaudi ke insaan, teri himmat kaise hui meri bibi ki taraf dekhne ki” wo sambhla bhi nahi tha ki 2-4 haath uspar aur lag chuke the! Ye sab itni jaldi hua ki

Neeta ko kuchh samajh mein nahi aaya. Tab tak bus driver ke sath 2 log aur jama ho gaye the. Neeta ko us buddhe ko dekh kar daya aa gayi,
Aur fir us buddhe ne kuchh kiya bhi to nahi tha. Usne to bas use dekha tha, aur khule mein wo peshab karegi to galti use dekhne waale ki thode hi hai!

“Are! jaane dijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ke haath ko pakad kar use roka.
“betichod! khabardaar jo kisi aurat ki taraf aankh utha kar dekha to, dono aankh fod dunga. Randi ki aulaad.. saala”

“Are shahab, jane do na, kyun chhote logon ke munh lagte ho, inka kuchh nahi bigdega, aapka munh kharab hoga” Ek passenger ne kaha.

Ravi ka gussa thoda shant ho chuka tha. “Neeta! kal hi jana, abhi jana
safe nahi hai”

“Aap bhi na! til ka taar bana dete hain. Kuchh nahi hua hai. aur bus mein 2-3 auratein hain. koi dikkat nahi hogi. Fir mere paas mobile bhi hai, koi problem hoga to main call kar lungi. aap tension mat lijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ko shant karte hue kaha

“Are! tum samajhti nahi ho. jab tak tum ghar nahi pahunch jaogi tab tak main tension mein rahunga! Bus chhodo, main tumhe gaadi se pahuncha deta hoon”

“Aap bewajah pareshaan hote hain. aapko office ka kaam karna hai. Aap nischint ho kar jaiye, main ghar pahunch kar aapko call kar lungi”

“theek hai! koi bhi problem ho toturant mujhe call karna, sare SP-DSP ko main janta hoon, police turant wahan pahunch jayegi.” wo bus
mein ghus chuka tha “yahan baith jao, khidki ke paas. garmi nahi lagegi”

Neeta bus ke darwaje ke paas waali khidki se lagi seat par baith gayi

“aap tension nahi lijiyega, main subah aapko call karungi. Raat bahut ho gayi hai, aapko subah office bhi jana hai, aap jaiye”

“Driver kahan gaya? chalo, start karo! ab koi passenger nahi aane wala”

Bus start ho dheere dheere badha, Ravi apni gadi mein baith kar ghar ki taraf nikla.
Bus jaise hi bus stand se nikalne wala tha, wo buddha daur kar bus mein chadh gaya. Neeta ghabra gayi aur apne purse se mobile nikalne lagi.

Buddhe ne kaha “are madam, hum aapka kya bigada tha, bina matlab ka humko pitwa diye” Buddhe ki awaaj sun kar Neeta ka darr thoda kam hua. Par uske munh se daru ki baas bahut tez aa rahi thi. “Tum wahan mujhe ghoor kyun rahe the?”

“Hum ghoor kahan rahe the! Peshab laga tha zor se. aapke hatne ka intezaar kar rahe the. buddhe hue, aankh kamzor hai, humko ta pate nahi chala ki wahan koi marad manush hai ki koi aurat! ab is umra mein hum aisa neech harkat karenge? bahu beti ki umar ki hain aap.”

Buddhe ki baat sun kar Neeta confuse ho gayi. Neeta ka sixth sense cheekh cheekh kar kah raha tha ki buddha ka irada theek nahi hai par use buddhe ki baaton mein sachchai lag rahi thi. Aur fir buddhe ne kuchh kiya to nahi tha.

Uske karan bechara bina matlab ka pitai kha gaya. “theek hai! par yahan kyun khade ho? peechhe ja kar baitho?”

“madam khalasi hain, yahin khada rahna kaam hai”

Bus asal mein kiraye par Ranchi aayi thi. Kuchh upari amdani ho jaye, isliye lautate samay driver aur conductor ne kuchh passengers bitha liye the. Sabhi passenger agal bagal ke the.

Kewal neeta ki hi safar raat bhad ki thi. Neeta kuchh hi der mein so gayi. Ye kahna mushkil hai ki kisne – khidki se aa rahi hawa ne ya us buddhe ne Neeta ke blouse par se uske saaree ki pallu hata di thi.

Buddha laal blouse ke upar se andar chhipe khajane ka mulyankan kar raha tha. Apne aankhon se ghoor ghoor kar Neeta ke chuchi ki oonchai, golai aur akaar maap kar apne mastishk mein uski chuchi ki topological map taiyaar kar raha tha.

Jab tak bus mein aur passenger the tab to buddha bas door se hi Neeta ko ghoor raha tha, aur apne lund mein angdai leti jawani ko apne haathon se sahla raha tha.

Aakhidi passenger ke utarne ke baad buddhe ne apne lund ko dhoti ke quaid se azaad kar diya aur uski lambi bandook Neeta ki taraf tan gayi.

Poori bus mein ek akeli laundiya, wo bhi jawan, bhade poore chharhare badan waali, ko dekh kar buddhe ki andar ki waasna chhalak chhalak kar bahar aa rahi thi.

Par wo ye bhi jaanta tha ki agar is laundiya ne complain kar diya to bus ke number se use khojna asaan hoga. Aur saala iska bhataar bhi to goonda hi lagta hai. Madharchod use jinda nahi chhodega.

Wo waasna aur bhay mishrit bhavna se Neeta ki taraf jhuka aur uske badan ki khusboo ko soongha.
Itra aur cream mein sarabor Neeta ke badan ki khusboo us buddhe ko pagal banaye jaa rahi thi. Wo apna jeebh nikaal kar neeta ke honthon ko chatana chah raha tha.

Jeebh to usne nikaali, uski honthon ke paas bhi le gaya, par chhoone ki use himmat nahi hui.

Ek haath se wo apne lund ko masal raha tha, doosre haath se hilti hui bus ko pakde hua tha aur apne jeebh ko Neeta ke badan se bas ek dhage bhar ki doori par rakhe uske poore badan mano chaat raha ho!Buddhe ke andar vaasna aur bhay ke beech ka mahasangram suru ho chuka tha. Kabhi uske mann mein khayal aata ki thok de saali ko aur fenk de rashte mein, jo hoga dekha jayega! Fir use lagta ki is budhape mein wo police se kahan kahan bhaagta firega? aur budhape mein jail, na baba! Wo kinkartavyavimudh ki sthiti mein Neeta ke bagal waaleseat par ja kar baith gaya.

Randiyan to usne kayi chodi thi, par randiyon mein wo baat kahan. Ek bade ghar ki sundar, jawan laundiya ke bagal mein, jangh se jangh sata kar baithne matra se hi uska lund uski god mein kutub minaar ki tarah khada tha.

Wo kabhi laal blouse ke upar waale hisse se jhalakti neeta ke chuchi ke ubhaar ko dekhta, kabhi uski rasheele laal honthon ko to kabhi uski safed chikni pet ko. Kayi baar to wo apni haath ko neeta ki chuchi tak le gaya, uska jee kar raha tha ki us bharpoor chuchi ko apne haathon mein le kar neembu ki tarah nichod de!

par wo use halke se chhu kar fir wapas apni lund par aa gaya. Wo apni lund ko zor zor se hilane laga. Par fir wo shant ho gaya. Wo apne lund ke ras ko aise hi barbaad nahi karna chahta tha, wo bhi tab jab ek khubsoorat jawan laundiya bagal mein ho.

Neeta ki taraf ghoom kar usne apne lund ko neeta ki jaangh par dabaya. Par zor se dabane ki himmat uske andar nahi thi!

Buddha bechain tha, kabhi apni lund bahar nikaal kar hilata, kabhi lund ko dhoti mein dhak kar Neeta ko ghoorta, kabhi uski chuchi ke upar halke halke haath sahlata to kabhi uske chehre ke paas jaa kar uske badan ki khusboo leta.

Kareeb aadhe ghante is tamasha chalne ke baad road ke jerking se Neeta jag gayi.

Apne seene ko bina anchal ke dekh kar wo harbada gayi aur anchal utha kar apne chuchi ko dhakne lagi, tabhi uski nazar bagal mein baithe buddhe par gayi.

Buddhe ne ghabra kar apne lund ko dhoti mein chhipaya. Buddhe ko apne bagal mein baithe dekh kar Neeta gusse se tamtama gayi “Himmat kaise hui

tumhe yahan baithane ki?”

“Hadd karti hain madam aap bhi! Ek ta khalasi waali seat par baith gayi hain? bataiye hum kahan baithenge? Khalasi hain, driver ko guide dena hota hai, darwaze ke paas wala seate par na baithenge?

aap dunnu miya bibi bina baate ke gussa mein rahti hain” Us buddhe ne aise nirih ho kar kaha ki Neeta ke liye apna gussa banaye rakhna sambhav nahi tha.

“Theek hai! main peechhe ja kar baith jaati hoon” Neeta apna samaan sametne lagi. Wo is baat se bilkul anbhigya thi ki bus mein uske alawa aur koi passenger nahi hai.

“Dekhiye madam, hum gareeb zaroor hain, par neech nahi hain. Hum neech jaati ke bhi nahi hain. Jaat ke brahman hain. oo ta kismat ka khel hai ki khalasi ho gaye hain. Par itno gel gujral nahi hain ki humra bagal mein baithane mein bhi aapko takleef ho!” Iswar ne us buddhe ko jitni buri shakla di thi, utni hi prabhavshaali vaani di thi.

Wo shayad sammohan vidya jaanta tha, baaton mein wo kisi ko bhi prabhavit kar sakta tha. Wo to ravi ne use kuchh kahne ka mauka hi nahi diya, warna wo kabhi Ravi ke haathon pitai nahi khata.

“Aisi baat nahi hai, tumne hi to kaha ki yahan tumhara seat hai”

“Hai to hai! aapke baith jane se aisa thode hi hai ki seat mera nahi rahega? aap araam se baithiye. Humko kono dikkat nahi hai”

Neeta fir se confused thi. Buddha baaton se bahut sareef lagta hai, par uske vyavahar se baar baar use shaq hota tha! Kahin, usi ne uske blouse par se anchal to nahi hataya?

Nahi, itne passengers ke saamne buddhe ki himmat nahi hogi aisa karne ki. Kitna seedha sada buddha hai, shakla kharab hone se aadmi kharab thode hi ho jata hai, main bina matlab hi ispar shaq kar rahi hoon. Fir uske dhoti mein tent kaisa hai? Iska lund kahin khada to nahi? Par itna bada? Itna bada kaise ho sakta hai? Ravi ka to itna sa hi hai! Kuchh aur rakha hoga.

Gaon dehat mein log dhoti ke andar potli mein paisa bhi to rakhte hain, shayad wahi ho?

“Kaun kaun hai tumhare parivaar mein?

“Kya batain madam. bibi pehle bachhe ko janam de kar upar chali gayi. Bada mushkil se beta ko paal posh kar bada kiye ta u bhi shadi ke baad badal gaya.

Jab se bahu ghar mein aayi ghar mein mere liye jagah hi nahi bacha. Nahi ta aap hi bataiye, ee budhapa mein raat raat bhar kahe khatate?”

Neeta ko buddhe ki baat sun kar usspe daya aa gayi. Ab wo buddha use utna ghrina ka patra nahi lag raha tha. “Bibi ke marne ke baad tumne doosri shaadi nahi ki?” Neeta ki nazar baar baar us buddhe ke dhoti mein bane tent par ja rahi thi.

Wo ye confirm karna chah rahi thi ki lund hi hai ya kuchh aur?
Neeta ko apne lund ki taraf ghoorte dekh kar buddhe ka lund aur tamtama raha tha. “Kaise kar lete madam. sauteli ma se beta ko pyar thode hi milta”
“To abhi kahan rahte ho?”
“Kahan rahenge madam? ab ta isi bas mein jeena hai, isi mein marna hai. Aap araam kijiye madam, is buddhe ki kahani sunkar kya kariyega?”

Neeta ne apni aankhein band kar li. Par uski aankhon ke saamne baar baar buddhe ke dhoti par bana tent aa raha tha. Wo janana chah rahi thi ki wo aakhir hai kya?

Lund hi hai ya kuchh aur? aur agar lund hai to itna bada lund aakhir dikhta kaisa hai? Kya kunal ke sath hathapai mein usne apni gaand par jo mahshoosh kiya tha wo bhi lund hi tha? Kya sabhi lund bade hote hai, sirf Ravi ka hi chhota hai? Kya isiliye usne chudai ke baare mein jo bhi suna tha use waisa koi bhi maza nahi aaya? Kya isiliye Ravi use ma nahi bana pa raha hai? Oh! agar aisi baat hai to uski kishmat to is buddhe se bhi gayi gujari hai.

Bus mein khalasi hai, bibi ke marne ke baad kam se kam randi ko to choda hi hoga! wahi hai jise chudai ka sukh abhi tak prapt nahi hua. Aur kunal! oh! aaj bhi wo pal yaad aate hi dekho kaise dil ki dhadkan badh gayi. Pata nahi usne jaan boojh kar mere stan ko dabaya tha ya anjaane mein. Par wo maza kabhi ravi ke dabane se nahi aaya tha. Kya kunalv meri chudai ke irade se aaya tha? Kya us din use mauka milta to wo mujhe chod deta? oh! kash! Kitna maza aata! main bhi bewkoof thi.
Thoda sa badan ko dheela karke chhodti to uski bhi himmat badhti. Nahi kuchh to chuchi to aur achchhe se to masalta hi. Ab to koi mauka bhi nahi milna. Kya meri jindagi bina chudai ke maze liye hi khatam ho jayegi? Par is buddhe ki dhoti mein bana tent kya hai?

Neeta ne janane ke liye halke se aankh ko khol ka buddhe ki god mein dekha. uska qutub minaar apni poori oonchaiyon par uske god mein bus ke saath sath hil raha tha.

Neeta ne jhat se apni aankhein band kar li. Ye to lund hi hai. Itna bada?

Hey bhagwaan! Ravi ka mirch hai, aur ye to poora kaddu hai. Itna bada andar jayega? meri to choot hi fat jayegi? Aur ye buddha, bahut bhola bhala ban raha tha. Ek number ka harami hai. Par kuchh karne ki to isme himmat hogi nahi. Bus mein aur bhi passenger hain. bas mujhe dekh dekh kar khus hota rahega.

Hone do khus, mujhe kya problem hai? bas ek bar jee bhar ke dekhnachahti hoon, aakhir itna bada lund hota kaisa hai? nahi, agar buddhe ne dekhte hue dekh liya to mere baare mein kya sochega? meri shadi bhi ho chuki hai. ye theek nahi rahega. chup chap sone ki koshish karti hoon.

Idhar buddha bechain tha, to udhar Neeta ke mann mein uthal puthal. Pichhale 4 saal se wo kisi ke patni hone ka sukh nahi utha paa rahi thi.

Shadi ka matlab ghar ki naukarani hona to nahi hota? Pati patni ko sambhog ka shukh deta hai, badle mein patni pati ko sharirik aur sansari sukh deti hai. Ye kaisa bandhan hua ki wo pati ko sabkuchh de aur pati use sambhog ka such bhi na de sake? Neeta ki aankhein band thi par dimaag bechain!

Buddha neeta ke sone ka intezaar kar raha tha. Jab wo ashwast ho gaya ki Neeta so gayi hogi to usne halke se neeta ke anchal ko pakad kar kheencha. Neeta ne aankh ke kone se dekha ki buddha uske badan par se anchal hata raha hai. Wo samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki kya kare. Uske andar ki pativrata naari kah rahi thi ki abhi uth kar chillao, jab passenger sab mil kar buddhe ki pitai karenge to iske sar par se jawani ka bhoot utarega. Par uske andar ki atript kaamna ki moorti kah rahi thi ki thoda sa maza tu bhi le le.

Fir shayad aisa mauka mile na mile. Aur fir buddha karega hi kya, adhik se adhik blouse ke upar se niharega. isme uska bigarta ki kya hai? koi kapda thode hi utaar raha, bas anchal hi to hata raha hai. College mein jab wo jeans top mein hoti thi to kaun sa uske upar aanchal hota tha. Jaise top mein dikhati thi, waisa hi to blouse mein dikhegi. Dekh lene do!

Isse pehle Neeta ne kabhi jaan boojh kar aise harkat nahi ki thi. Is shararat ki baat se hi uske dil ki dhadkane tez ho gayi. Uski saanse uske tez hone lagi. Uske nipple hard ho rahe the aur blouse tight hone lagi. Apne jaanghon ke beech bhi Neeta ko ek ajeeb sensation ho raha tha. Kuchh kuchh waisa hi jaisa kunaal ke chuchi dabane ke baad hua tha. par abki baar wo sensation aur teevra hai. Shayad isliye ki us samay wo ghar par thi, parivar, samaj ke bandhan mein. Abhi wo sabhi bandhano se mukt hai. Bus mein use koi nahi pehchaanta. Kisi ne khalasi ko uske pallu ko hatate dekh bhi liya to sab khalasi ko bolenge. wo to neend mein hai. Use bhala koi kaise bura samjhega?

Neeta apne jaanghon ke beech se risti geelapan ko mahshoosh kar sakti thi. Wo apne jaangh ko faila kar apni choot ko kuchh azaadi dena chahti thi. Par wo to so rahi hai, agar usne pair hilaya to buddhe ko pata chal jayega ki wo soyi nahi hai. Neeta ne apni saari urja apne saans ko control karne par laga di. Buddha is baar kewal nayan sukh le kar ruk jaane ke iraade se Neeta ki taraf nahi badha tha. Neeta ki narmi bhadi baaton se buddhe ki himmat thodi badh gayi thi.

Uske seene par se anchal hata dene ke baad buddhe ne apna haath wapas nahi kheencha, balki uski chuchi par hi rakha, aur halka halka uski chuchi ko sahlane laga. Neeta ki chuchi blouse ke button ko tod kar bahar nikalne ko betaab ho uthi. Uski, dil ki dhadkane full speed par chal rahe rajdhani express ki tarah chal rahi thi. Apni saanson ke lay ko banaye rakhne mein hi Neeta pasheena pasheena ho rahi thi.

Are! Ye to meri daba raha hai? Seat oonchi hai, peechhe se dikh to nahi raha hoga.

Par main kya karun? Buddhe ko maje lene doon? Dekhti hoon kahan tak jata hai? Adhik door tak jaane ki himmat to isme hai nahi.

Jab buddhe ne uski poori chuchi ko apne haathon mein bhada aur use dabate hue upar uthaya to ek current ki lahar Neeta ke chuchi se chalti hui seedhe uski choot tak pahunchi. Neeta ko laga jaise uske chuchi se geelepan ki dhara bah nikli ho. Anand ke jis jhoole mein abhi wo hichkole kha rahi thi, isse pehle usne us jhoole ko kabhi dekha tak nahi tha.

wo khud apne control se bahar jaa rahi thi. wo apni daant ko peesh rahi thi, aur aankh ko zor se band kiye hue thi. uska poora badan akada hua tha. Chuchi par dabab badhane ke baad buddhe ko Neeta ke dil ki dhadkan mahshoosh hui, aur wo samajh chuka tha ki loha garam hai, ab bas hathoda maarna hai. Uska hathoda bhi to kaafi garam ho chuka tha! Usne neeta ki chuchi ko aur confidence se masalna suru kar diya.

Neeta anand ke aise mukaam par pahunch chuki thi jahan sahi-galat, uchit-anuchit, tark ye sab manushya nahi sochta. Bas ek jungli janwar ki tarah, saari shabhyataon, samajik bandhano, din ke ujaale mein apne andar ki gandagi ko chhupane ke liye manushya ke dwara banaye niyam jo kewal kamzor asahay logon ke liye hain, se mukt ho wo bas ab apne mool bhoot avashyaktaon ki taraf nikal chuki thi. Wo kaam dev ke teer ka shikaar ho chuki thi. Uska antarman buddhe se nivedan kar raha tha – thoda aur zor se, tumhe roka kisne hai, kisse darr rahe ho? aur zor se dabao.

Neeta mein koi virodh na paa kar buddhe ka hausla uske lund ki tarah hi shashakt ho chuka tha. usne dono chuchiyon ke beech bani ghati mein apna ungli ghusa diya, pasheene se bheegi neeta ki chhati mein asaani se uski ungli fisalti hui andar chali gayi. usne ungli daayein baayein ghuma kar neeta ki chuchi ko chhua. par aise thoda thoda se buddhe ki pyas bujhne ki jagah aur teevra hoti jaa rahi thi. usne himmat ka ek jhatka aur dete hue Neeta ke blouse ke ek button ko khol diya. Apne sampoorna akaar mein neeta ki uttejit chuchiyan bahar aane ko machalne lagi, wo bilakh bilakh kar neeta se daya ki bheekh maang rahi thi – kyun quaid kar rakha hai humein? humein bhi thodi azaadi ki hawa khane do, kshan bhar ke liye humein bhi khusi se jeene do.

Buddhe ka ek button par hi ruk jaane ka koi irada nahi tha. Kuchh hi der baad Neeta ke blouse ke sabhi button khul chuke the, aur Neeta ke lal blouse khule hue darwaze ki tarah uske chuchiyon ke dono taraf latak rahe the. Bus ki dundhli Roshni mein safed sangmarmar jaise gol, sudaul, madak stan ke upar kaala bra aisa drishya utpanna kar rahe the jise dekh kar koi kavi poori ki poori kavya ki rachna kar de. Par wo buddha na to kavi tha, aur na hi uski dilchashpi us drishya ke sundarta mein thi. Wo to ek bhediye jaisa tha, jo apni bhookh mitane ke liye saamne pade shikaar ko noch noch kar kha jata hai. Bas bhediya abhi shikaar kar hi raha hai, ek baar shikaar giraft mein aa jaye to wahshi darinde ki tarah uspar toot padega!

Buddhe ne Neeta ki chhati ko haath se sahlaya. Usne kabhi kisi aurat ko itni nazaqat se chhua nahi tha. Wo to randiyon ko chodne wala tha. Log randiyon ko neech samajhte hain, aur use chodate bhi ghrina se hain.
Randiyan prem se chumban lene ke liye, ya nazaqat se badan sahlane ke liye nahi hoti, wo to bas bhookh mitane ke liye hoti hai. Jaise kayi dino se bhookha bhikari saamne padi ras malai par toot padta hai, waise hi randibaaj randi ko dekh kar uske jishm par toot padta hai. Par Neeta randi nahi thi. Neeta jaisisundar, kuleen aurat ko chhune ki baat buddhe ne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha. Jab wo uske saamne ardh nagna awastha mein leti hui thi, tab uske andar ki vaasna chahe jitna uchhaal le rahi ho, uske andar is kaamna ke moorti ke liye ek izzat thi. Wo uske izzat ko lootna nahi chahta tha, bas uske jishm se apne vaasna ki bhook ko mitana chahta tha.

Neeta ko bhi kabhi kisi ne is tarah se nahi chhua tha. Shadi ke 4 saal mein ek baar bhi Ravi ne Neeta ki nivashtra nahi kiya tha. Bas uski saree ya nighty ko upar sarka kar use chod leta, aur fir so jata. Usne na to kabhi uski chuchi ko masla tha, na hi chooma tha. Ravi ko to ye bhi nahi pata hoga ki uski chuchi kitni badi hai, ya uske choot par baal hai ya nahi. Pehli baar kisi doosre ka haath uski jishm ke un hisso par par raha tha jo wo duniya se chhipa kar rakhti hai. Pehli baar use aurat hone ka sukh mil raha tha. wo is sukh ko bina bhog kiye is bus se nahi utar sakti thi. Uske mann ki bas yahi tamanna thi ki ye safar kabhi khatam na ho.

Buddhe ki haath rengte hue Neeta ki bra mein ghus gayi aur uske chuchi ko tatolne lagi, maano kuchh dhoondh rahi ho. wo neeta ki taraf jhuka hua tha, usne apne qutub minar ko neeta ki jaangh par dabaya. Uske purushatva ke sampoorna takat ko neeta apne jaangh par mahshoos kar rahi thi.n Uska control ab kamzor hone lagi thi, wo bekaabu hui jaa rahi thi. Buddhe ne uski baayin chuchi ko apne daayin haath mein pakad kar dabaya aur apne munh ko Neeta ke honthon ke paas le gaya. Uske munh se desi daaru ki tez baas aa rahi thi.

Us tez baas se neeta ko ulti sa aane laga, par apne chuchi ki maalish ke maze ko wo ulti se kharab nahi kar sakti thi! Wo aankh band kiye, shithil padi rahi. Buddhe mein abhi bhi neeta ko choomne ki himmat nahi thi. Buddhe ne neeta ke bra ke lace ko uske kandhe se sarkaya aur bra ko neeche sarka kar uski chuchi ko poora nanga kar diya.
He bhagwaan! ye buddha kya kar raha hai? main pagal ho jaungi. Bus ke saare passenger so rahe hain kya? so hi rahe honge, bahut raat ho chuki hai! Par ab mujhse bardasht nahi ho raha. ye to rukne ka naam hi nahi le raha.

Meri to poori panty geeli ho gayi hogi. Buddhe ne Neeta ke god mein pade uski haath ko apne lund se chhua. Garma garam mahshoosh karke neeta vichalit ho rahi thi. Wo is lund ko ek baar, basek baar apne haath mein le dhyan se dekhna chahti thi. Par wo abhiaankh nahi khol sakti thi. Buddhe ke lund mein bahti rakt ke pravah ko
Neeta mahshoos kar rahi thi, aur is ehshaas ne uski choot mein rakt ke pravaah ko badha diya tha.

Uski choot ab dhadhak rahi thi. Maano poori jungle mein aag laga hua hai. aur usi aag mein fanse hue hiran ki bhanti Neeta ka vyakul man idhar udhar uchhal raha tha. Buddha Neeta ki saree ko upar laga. Uski safed, narm, mulayam jaanghon ke sparsh se buddha bechain ho raha tha. Shayad isse pehle jeevan mein usne kabhi kisi aurat ke saamne itni sabra nahi ki thi. Aurat saamne aate hi uska sara dhyan chodne par hota tha. Chudai se pehle itni der bardasht karne ka samarth us buddhe mein kabhi nahi tha. Par aaj na jaane kyun? darr se ya shayad isse pehle usne kabhi kisi kuleen achchhe ghar ki aurat ko nahi choda tha isliye. Par karan jo ho, aaj uski sabra sarahniye thi. Buddhe ka ek haath to Neeta ke santare ka ras nichodne mein laga hua tha, to doosra haath jaanghon ko sahlaate hue us gulabi gufa ki ore teji se badh raha tha jisme Neeta apne yauvan ke khajane ko chhipa rakhi thi.

Buddha nichod to Neeta ke chuchi ko tha, par uska ras neeta ke gulabi gufa se ris ris kar bah raha tha. Jab tak buddha neeta ki chuchi tak tha, tab to neeta maze le rahi thi. Par jab wo teji se neeta ki choot ki taraf badha to neeta pareshan ho gayi. Neeta ne ye nahi socha tha ki wo aise badsoorat adher umra ke do kaudi ke insaan ke saamne apne jishm ki sabse keemti bhaag ko khol degi.

Neeta ye bhi samajhti thi ki agar buddha uski choot tak pahunch gaya to wo use rok nahi payegi. Use to ye bhi nahi pata tha ki wo khud ko rok payegi ya nahi? Wo shaadisuda hai, wo kisi gair mard ke sath sambhog nahi kar sakti! Use rokna hi hoga. Par kaise? Nahi wo kaafi tezi se choot ki taraf badh raha hai. agar usne meri geeli panty ko chhu liya to use pata chal jayega ki main bhi garam ho gayi hoon.

nahi, ab sochne ka samay nahi hai, kuchh karna hoga!

“badtameej!” Neeta ne buddhe ko dhakka de kar apne badan se door hataya. Jaldi se apne saree ko neeche sarka kar apne blouse ko theek karne lagi. Buddha ghabra gaya. Uski to praan kanth mein hi atak gayi. Use poora vishwas tha ki Neeta jagi hui hai aur uske harkat ka maza le rahi hai. Par Neeta ke pratikriya ne use bhaunchak kar diya tha. Jab tak neeta apne kapde ko theek kar rahi thi tab tak wo kinkartavyavimudh sa bagal waali seat par baitha raha, mano use lakwa maar diya ho.

Uska buland qutub minar jo ab bhi dhoti ke bahar tha, shaam ke surajmukhi ki tarah neeche jhuk chuka tha. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha jaise uske seene ko faad kar bahar nikal aana chah raha ho. Buddhe ko hosh tab aayi jab Neeta apne kapde ko theek kar khadi hui aur uske gaal par ek zordaar tamacha zar di.

“haramkhor! tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhe chhune ki” Neeta zor se boli taaki bus ke banki passenger uski awaaz ko sun kar jag jaayein.

Par jab neeta ne peechhe mud kar dekha to poore bus mein koi aur nahi tha. Wo ghabra gayi. Wo saham ke simat gayi. Hey bhagwaan! poore bus mein koi nahi hai. Agar buddhe ne mere sath jabardasti ki to fir main kya karungi? Raat ke 1 baj rahe the, door door tak sadak par andhera tha, wo chilla kar madad bhi nahi maang sakti thi. Usne jhat se apne purse se mobile nikala aur Ravi ko phone karne lagi. Buddha Neeta ki pairon par gir gaya.

“Madam! humko maaf kar dijiye. galti ho gayi. Hum aapke pair pakadte hain, please humara complain nahi kijiye. humara koi sahara nahi hai madam. Is budhapa mein hum kahan jayenge. Humko maaf kar dijiye. bahut din ho gaye the kisi aurat ko chhue. aap jaisi sundar aurat bagal mein pa kar apne upar kabu nahi raha. Hum bhagwaan kasam kahte hain madam hum jeevan mein dubara aisa kaam nahi karenge. bus ek baar humko maaf kar dijiye” Bolte bolte buddhe ki awaaz bhadi ho gayi thi, wo magarmachchha ke aanshu se ro raha tha. Neeta samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki kya kare. Ravi ka phone ring hone laga tha. Neeta ne phone kaat diya.

“Tumhe sharm nahi aati aisi harkat karte hue? tumhare beti ki umra ki hoon main.”

Buddhe ne haath zorte hue kaha – “maaf kar dijiye madam ji. Hum fishal gaye. aapke jaisi sundar aurat kabhi itna nazdeek se nahi dekhe the” Buddha bhaamp gaya tha ki Neeta apni tareef sun kar neeta khus ho jaati hai. Neeta ke awaaz mein gussa ab kam ho chuka tha “bakwaas band karo!”

“Bakwaas nahi kar rahe madam. khalasi hain, har din saikaron aurat ko dekhte hain par aapki jaisi bees baras mein nahi dekhe hain.” Neeta ko buddhe ne fir apni baaton mein fansa liya tha.

“Achchha! aisa kya hai mujhme?”

Buddhe ne apne gaal par hath rakh liya “rahne dijiye madam, aaj bahut pitai kha liye hain, ab aur himmat nahi hai” Usne Neeta ke kamzor nabj ko pakad liya tha.

“are nahi marungi! batao to”

“Nahi, aap maar dijiyega. ab ek aur jhapad laga to hum mariye jayenge!” wo ab Neeta ko chidha raha tha.

“Nahi marungi! promise. tum batao na!”

“pehle humko maaf kijiye”

“kar diya! batao to.”

“Maaf kar diye to seat par baithiye”

Neeta seat par baith gayi “hum bhi baith jayein aapke bagal mein?”

Neeta apne tareef sunane ke liye itni bechain thi ki wo bilkul bhool gayi thi ki abhi thode hi der pehle usne buddhe ko chhedkhani karne ke liye jhapad mara tha. Neeta ko ehshaash hone laga tha ki buddha kya bol sakta hai. Is khayal maatra se uske jishm mein shiran daur gayi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan fir tez ho rahi thi, uske gufa se kaamras fir se bahne lagi thi“are baitho na baba! ab nahi bataoge to ek jhapad marungi”

Neeta ke awaaz mein shararat aa gayi thi. Buddhe ka surajmukhi fir khilne laga.

“aapka wo bahut mast hai”

“wo kya?”

Neeta ab dheere dheere bandhan se mukt ho rahi thi. Wo bus mein is mard ke sath akeli thi. Ek aise mard ke sath jisse wo Jeevan mein fir kabhi dubara nahi milegi. Jo mard use pehchaanta nahi hai. Iske sath thodi masti karne mein koi burai nahi. Kisi ko kaano kaan khabar tak nahi hogi aur wo us swargik anand ka bhog kar payegi. Aur fir wo baat hi to kar rahi hai.

“Aapke santare!” Buddhe ne apne gande lambe lambe daant ko bahar nikaal besharm ki tarah mushkurate hue kaha. Buddhe ka qutub minaar fir se apne sampoorn akaar mein dhoti ke neeche khada tha. Neeta utsukta se use nihaar rahi thi!

“Kaun sa santara? seedhe seedhe bolo na!” Neeta poore masti ke mood mein thi. Wo jaan boojh kar anjaan ban rahi thi.

Par buddha koi kam nahi tha. Ling ke akaar ke alawa buddhe mein agar koi visheshta thi to wo uske shabd hi the. Uske shabd naag paash ki tarah the, kisi ko bhi bandh kar bas mein kar sakte the. “Dono rasheela aam, jo aap apne blouse mein chhupa ke rakhi hain”

“Paheli kyun bujha rahe ho? Saaf saaf bolo na!” Shararat se Neeta ka chehra chamak raha tha.

“Humko bolne mein laaj lagta hai. chhu kar bata de?”

Chhu to isne liya hi hai, fir se chhuyega to kya bigadega? aur maza bhi to aayega.

“theek hai, chhu kar batao”

Buddha apne chehre par besharmi bhadi muskaan liye apni daayin haath se Neeta ki daayin chuchi ko pakad kar dabate hue bola – “aapke ye rasheele aam bahut mast hai!”

“Hat besharm!” Neeta ka chehra laal tha, dhadkane tez, saanse badhi hui, par usne buddhe ka haath apne chuchi par se hataya nahi. Buddha bhi samajh gaya tha ki Neeta bas sharafat ka dhong kar rahi thi. Neend mein usne jo bhi kiya hai Neeta ne uska bharpoor maza liya hai.

“Isme mast kya hai? ye to sab aurat ke paas hota hai?”

Neeta ki nazar buddhe ki dhoti par tiki hui thi.

Buddhe ne uski chuchi par ke pakad ko aur mazboot banaya aur uski masalte hue kaha – “hota to sabke paas hai, par jaisa aapka hai waisa kisi kisi ke paas hi hota hai”

“Achchha! kaisa hai mera?”

“Aise kaise batayenge? kholiye, dikhate hain”

“Achchha! isse pehle kholne se pehle mujhse poochha tha, jo abhi pooch rahe ho?”

Neeta ki aankhon se shararat, sharm aur kaamna chhalak chhalak kar bahar aa rahi thi. Buddha ishara samajh chuka tha.

Usne Neeta ke seene par se anchal ko hataya. Neeta ki taraf jhuk kar dono haathon se neeta ki blouse ke button ko kholne laga. uska chehra neeta ke munh ke saamne tha, aur daaru ki durgandh bhadi saans seedha Neeta ke munh par chhod raha tha. Jhukte waqt uska kaddu dhoti se bahar nikal chuka tha, par use is baat ki koi parvaah nahi thi.
Neeta ki nigahein uske kaddu par tiki hui hui thi.

Usne sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki aadmi ka lund itna bada bhi ho sakta hai. Aur soche bhi to kaise? Usne apne jeevan mein bas ek Ravi ka lund dekha tha jo buddhe ke kaddu ke saamne mirch jaisa tha. Uska jee us mote lund ko haath mein lene ke liye machal utha. Neeta itni uttejit ho chuki thi ki use ab buddhe ke munh se aati badbu utni buri nahi lag rahi thi. Blouse ke saare button khol kar buddha uski blouse ko utaarne laga.

“Blouse utaar kyun rahe ho? itne par hi batao na?”

“jab tak poora aam nahi dikhega kaise uska gun batayenge? Aur madam humse kya chhipana? hum to sab dekh hi liye hain”

Buddha sahi kah raha tha. Usne to uski poori chuchi dekhi bhi hai, dabayi bhi hai. Fir se dekh lega to kya julm ho jayega. akele mein thodi mauj masti karne mein kya jaata hai. koi usse sex thode hi kar rahi hai. Itna to chalta hai. College mein boyfriend girl friend bhi to karte hain itna, kahan usse ladki ki pavitrata chali jaati hai. Paap to tab hoga jab wo use apne shareer mein ghusne degi.

“Bahut badmash ho tum!”

Neeta ke shabdon mein shahmati chhipi thi. Buddhe ne uske chikne gore badan par se laal blouse ko hata diya. Safed gol chuchiyon ke upar kaali jaali daar bra, jo na to poori tarah se chuchi ko dhak raha tha, na poori tarah se use nanga kiye hua tha, aise madak drishya ko dekh kar buddhe ke munh aur lund dono se laar tapakne lagi. Lambe, khade lund ke mote supade ke muhane par laar ki ek chhoti si boond door se aa rahi roshni mein heere ki tarah chamak rahi thi, aur neeta ka dhyan bas wahin tika hua tha. Use is baat ki na to fikra thi aur na hi use fark padta tha ki buddha uske bra ke bheetar khadi uske nipple ko bra ke upar se hi ghoor raha tha.

“madam ji, aapki ganji utaariye na!”

“Dhat! besharm!. isko ganji thode hi bolte hain, ye bra hai”

“aap bra bolo chahe kuchh aur, humare gaon mein to isko ganji hi kahte hain – auraton waali ganji. Waise gaon mein aurat is sab nahi pehanti. saree, saya blouse.. bas ho gaya yahi teen kapda. uske andar upar neeche sab mein poori nangi rahti hai.”

Nangi shabd sun kar. Neeta ke jishm mein ajeeb se gudgudi hui. Shayad uske choot se ek boond bhi tapak pada tha!

“aap sahar ki aurat log na jaane itna kapda kahe pehanti hai. blouse ke andar ganji, saya ke andar kachhiya” buddhe ka pravachan jaari tha

“kapde ka kaam ang ko dhakna hai ya ang ko jakad ke rakhna. Aap log deh mein hawa lagne hi nahi deti, isliye bimaar pad jaati hai. Humare gaon mein dekhiye, sab nange nadi mein nahata hai, nanga badan kewal ek dhoti mein ghoomta hai.”

Uff! Fir se ‘nanga’.

“andar bahar sab jagah hawa lagta hai, deh mazboot ho jata hai. gaon mein to aurat sab bhi ghar mein kewal saree mein rahti hai, saya blouse bhi nahi. Upar neeche sab jagah hawa lagta hai”

Neeta to bina kapdo ke kewal bathroom mein nahati hai. Iske alawa har waqt upar se neeche tak kapdo mein dhaki rahti hai. Wo yahi soch rahi thi ki kaisa lagta hoga kewal ek patli si saree mein lipat kar rahna, unmukt chuchi, aur choot par thandhi hawa ka ehshaas, kaisa lagta hoga? “ganji kholiye na madam!”

“Ja! main nahi kholti. kholna hai to khud khol lo”

“Aap ki peeth dikhaiyega tab to!”

Neeta ne apne baal ko samet kar aage kar liya aur peeth buddhe ki taraf ghuma kar baith gayi. Makkhan jaise chikne komal peeth par patli kaali bra ka lace. kya drishya tha!
Buddha Neeta se aur chipak gaya, uka khada lund halki halki Neeta ki jaangh se sat rahi thi. Wo neeta kin sangmarmar se peeth par haath sahlane laga.

“Kya kar rahe ho? gudgudi hoti hai!”

Apne saamne itni madak, gori nangi peeth dekh kar buddhe ke munh mein paani aa chuka tha.

“Madam, aapke peeth to makkhan jaise hain.”

Buddhe ne apni jeebh nikaal kar Neeta peeth ko chaatane ki koshish ki. Neeta ek jhatke mein seedhi ho kar baith gayi.

“Kya kar rahe ho?” Asli ya banawati ye to khud Neeta bhi nahi janti thi, par wo gusse mein boli.

“Dekho! maine hans ke do baat kar li iska matlab ye nahi ki tumhe jo jee mein ayega karoge. Main shadisuda hoon. ek ijjatdaar ghar ki bahu hoon. Blouse chhodo mera!” Neeta buddhe ki jaangh ke neeche dabe apne blouse ko kheench rahi thi. uski nazar bus ke sath hilte hue buddhe ke khade lund par gayi. Uff! ye lund. Kash ek baar ise haathon mein le paati. lagta hai meri kishmat mein bas mirch hi likha hai!

“Madam ji. galti ho gayi! maaf kar dijiye” Buddha girgiraya.

Lund ki garmi ko dekh Neeta ka gussa narm ho chuka tha

“dekh lo, chhu lo, par munh lagane ki koshish mat karna. Main shadisuda hoon. kisi gair mard ke sath ye sab nahi karti. Wo to tum mere baap ke umra ke ho to tumhe ye sab dikha diya.”

Neeta ka abhi kewal blouse utara tha, jhoothe sanskaar ki dikhawati jama abhi usne nahi utara tha.

“ji madam, bas haath se chhuenge, munh nahi lagayenge”

buddhe ne neeta ki peeth par haath rakh uski peeth ko apni taraf ghumane ki koshish ki. Buddha ye samajh chuka tha ki Neeta giraft mein hai, bas uske jhoote sharafat ka kapda utaarne mein thoda waqt lag sakta hai par aaj uske lund ki pyaas is kuleen nari ke choot se hi bujhegi.

Uske vyabahar mein prarthana nahi thi, ek aadesh tha, aur Neeta uske adesh ko na jaane kyun maan rahi thi. Neeta ne apne peeth ko fir buddhe ki taraf ghuma di. Buddhe ne uski peeth ko sahlate hue uske mbra ke hook ko khola aur dono haathon ki hatheli ko uske peeth par rakh kar dheere dheere dono taraf uski baajuon ki taraf badha. Neeta zor zor se saans le rahi thi aur saans ke sath laybaddha ho kar uski peeth upar neeche ho rahi thi. Peeth ke dono taraf se neeta ki chuchi ka kuchh hissa dikh raha tha.

Buddhe ne apne dono haath ko dheere dheere dono taraf sarkate hue neeta ki chuchi par le gaya. Hook khula hua kala bra, bra ke andar buddhe ke kaale kathor haath, aur haath ne neeche neeta ki pyari, komal,gol, pusht, safed chuchiyan. Buddhe ne dono haathon mein Neeta ki chuchi ko zakad kar zor se masla. Saali! randi! nangi ho kar baithi hai aur sharafat ka dhong kar rahi hai. shadisuda hai, ijjatdaar ghar ki bahut hai. Bhonsdi waali, aaj teri saari ijjat ko apne lauda se masal denge! Buddhe raat ki suruwat se hi apne andar dabai hui saari vaasna se Neeta ke chuchiyon ko bheencha.

“Ouch! itne zor se mat dabao na. Dard hota hai” Jaise hi buddhe ne neeta ki chuchi ko dabai, ek pichkari ki tarah neeta ke choot se ras ki fuhaar nikal padi.

Dard mein itna maza Neeta ko kabhi nahi aaya tha. Neeta ki panty poori tarah se geeli ho chuki thi, aur wo apne choot se chipakte panty ko mahshoosh kar pa rahi thi.

“Bahut khel liye! ab batao kya alag hai mere aam mein?”

“Aap to chhipa kar baithi hain, theek se dekhenge tab na batayenge”

buddhe ne chuchi ko masalte hue kaha.

“Mujhe sharm aati hai”

Buddhe ne neeta ke dono nipple ko ungli mein daba kar masalte hue kaha –

“humse kaisa sarmana madam ji. hum to aapke baap ke umra ke hain na.”

“Isshhhhhhhh!”

Kisi ne Neeta ke mnipple ko pehli baar chhua tha, aur buddha use kewal chhu hi nahi raha tha, masal raha tha. Meethe meethe dard aur nasheele anand mein Neeta madhosh hui jaa rahi thi.
Buddhe ne neeta ke kandhe ko pakad kar apni taraf ghumaya. Neeta mano buddhe ke sammohan mein fans chuki ho. Wo chup chap apne nazaron ko neeche kiye hue buddhe ki taraf ghoom gayi. Buddhe ne Neeta ke kandhe par se bra ke strap ko neeche sarkaya aur fir bra ko khol kar neeta ke badan se alag kar diya.

Neeta ne apni chuchiyon ko dono haathon se dhak liya. Buddhe ne Neeta ki bra ko dono haathon mein le apne munh se laga liya.

“Hmmm. madam ji, aapke aam to khusbudaar aur bahut meethe hain”

Buddha bra ko apne munh mein rakh kar use choos raha tha. Buddhe ko bra chooste dekh kar Neeta mano jal bhun gayi ho. Use bra se jalan ho rahi thi. Saamne uski chuchi ko chhod koi ek bejaan bra ko bhala kaise choos sakta hai?

Theek hai, maine munh lagane se mana kiya hai. Par kya main asaani se use choomne deti. meri bhi koi ijjat hai ya nahi. har cheej mein baar baar koshish kiya par munh lagane mein nahi kar sakta tha? aisa thode hi hai ki wo dubara koshish karta to main dubara use mana karti. ek bra ko choos raha hai. Neeta ne buddhe ka dhyan wapas apne chuchi par lane ke liye kaha

“are! kab tak aise rahungi? jaldi batao na!”

“Subah tak aise hi rahiye! Bina kapdo ki aap aur bhi sundar lagti hain”

“Pagal ho! kisi ne dekh liya to?”

“Raat ko chalti bus mein kaun dekhega”

buddhe ne Neeta ki chhuchi par se uski komal haathon ko apne kathor haathon se hataya. fir uske baalon ko apne haath se hata kar peeche khar diya. Buddhe ke samaksh himalay ke samaan do do unnat parvat khade the aur unparvaton ki gulabi choti buddhe ke jeebh ko apni ore chumbakiye shakti se kheech rahe the. Par buddha nahi jaanta tha ki munh lagane par Neeta kaisi pratikriya degi. Wo lalach mein aa kar sone ki ande dene waali murgi ka gala nahi maror sakta tha. Abhi bhalai dheere dheere aage badhne mein hi thi.

“Are! aise kya dekh rahe ho? Batao na! kya vishesh hai is aam mein?”

“Vishesh hi vishesh hai madam. Kiski chuchi itni badi aur gol hoti hai?
aur jiski badi hoti hai uski to neeche latak jaati hai. aapki dekhiye, kaise tan kar khadi hai. Jee karta hai ise munh mein lekar iske saare ras choos jaun.”

Buddha dheere dheere apni bhasha ko badal raha tha.

‘Chuchi’ shabd sun kar Neeta ki chuchi aur tan gayi. Tumhe roka kisne hai? meri chuchi to kabse bechain hai ki ise koi munh mein lekar choose. Neeta ki chuchiyan buddhe ke munh mein ghus jaana chahti thi, par

Neeta apne garima ko bhang nahi kar sakti thi.

“Chalo hato! baatein mat banao. Main tumhari baaton mein nahi aane waali. itni badi to kitno ki hogi”

“kasam le lijiye humse, aapke jaise charhare badan waali, apke itne umra ki agar koi mil jaye jiska aam aapke aam se bada ho aur latka hua nahi ho – main fir aam choosna chhod dunga.”

“hmm.. bahut aam chooste ho tum?”

“kya karun madam ji, jab tak hum aam nahi chooste humara kela santusht hi nahi hota. Dekhiye kaise munh baaye khada hai.” Buddhe ne apni dhoti ko kamar se hata kar alag kar diya. “Chhi! sharm nahi aati tumhe? ek aurat ke saamne nange ho gaye ho?”

‘Nanga’ ye bolne mein kitna maza aata hai. Jab bhi Neeta ‘nanga’ bolti uske choot se do boond tapak padti.
“waise tumhara kk..kela bahut bada hai.”

kela bolte samayNeeta ki jubaan fans rahi thi. Kaafi prayaas ke baad usne ye shabd bolta tha. Aur shabd bolte hi wo ek azaadi mahshosh karne lagi thi. Ek halkapan. Khuli chuchi par bus ki khirki se aa rahi thandhi hawa aur fir apne upar lagaye hue samajik bandhano ko tod kar Neeta aisa mahshoosh kar rahi thi ki mano wo hawa mein ud rahi ho.

“Bada hai madam ji tabhi to kela ke badle aam waali sab aam deti hai”

“kitno ka aam khaye ho?”

“ab ginti mat poochhiye. Humara kaam aam khana hai, guthali gin kar kya karenge?”

Oh! is buddhe ke jeewan mein kitni masti hai. ise ginti bhi nahi yaad. na jaane kitni auraton ke sath sambhog ka anand liya hai isne. Aur ek main, poore jeewan mein bas ek ke sath, aur wo bhi ek namard ke sath. Aisa sambhog jisme na to bhog hai aur na hi anand. Ye kaisa dharm hai jo manushya ko uske moolbhoot avashyakta se door karta ho? Sex manushya ke liye itna avashyak hai ki iske liye kayi ladaiyan hui, kayi sabhyata bani aur nasht ho gayi. Agar koi dharm, koi niyam manushya ko aise sex se rokta hai to wo niyam sahi ho hi nahi sakta? mera pati ek namard hai. wo meri sharirik zarooraton ko poora nahi kar sakta. agar aise mein main kisi aur se wo masti leti hoon to isme kaun si burai hai?

“ek baat bolein madam ji” buddhe ne Neeta ki soch ko disturb kiya.

“kya?”

“jis aurat ka aam bada hota hai, uska tarbooz bhi bada hota hai. aapka tarbooz kitna bada hai dikhaiyega?”

“Tarbooz?”

Neeta ko samajh mein bilkul nahi aaya. “tarbooz kisko bol rahe ho?”

“Khadi hoiye to batate hain.” Neeta khadi ho gayi.

Buddhe ne apne dono haathon se neeta ke nitamb ko pakad liya. “yahi dono gol gol aapke tarbooze hain. bahar se pata chal raha hai bahut mast honge.” buddha neeta ki gaand se khelne laga.

“kaun adhik achchha hai? aam ya tarbooz?”

Neeta bhi dwiarthi samvaad mein maze le rahi thi. “tarbooz to maine dekha hi kahan hai? isko to aap keemti khajane ki tarah chhipa kar rakhi hain” usne Neeta ki gaand ko masalte hue kaha.

“Keemti to hai. main kisi ko ye nahi dikhati”

neeta bhi buddhe ke khel mein khel rahi thi.

“nahi dikhayengi to hum kaise batayenge ki aam aur tarbooz mein kaun badhiya hai?”

“chhu to rahe ho. isi se bata do”

“Aise thode hi hota hai! aam poora dekhe hain, aur tarbooz bina dekhe bata dein? ye to beimaani ho jayegi!”

“Theek hai! peechhe se thoda kapda utha kar dekh lo. lekin bas ek jhalak”

Buddha apne saamne itni mast gaand ko bas ek jhalak dekh kar rah jayega? wo bhi tab jab laundiya aadhi nangi ho chuki ho. aisa ho hi nahi sakta tha.

“itni kam roshni mein kapde ke andar nahi dikhega madam. aapko khol kar dikhana padega.”

“Hat besharm! poora nanga karega kya?” Neeta ko ‘nanga’ bolne mein maza aane laga tha. “Mujhe laaj aati hai”.

“Isme laaj ki kaun si baat hai. Sabke paas to aisa hi deh hai. isko dikhane mein kaisa sharm?”

“Sabke paas hai ka kya matlab? sabke paas hai to sab nange hi ghoomte hain kya?”

“Dekhiye madam ji! ghoomna to sabko nange hi chahiye. lekin aadmi baimaan hota hai isliye nahi.” Buddhe ne philosophical andaaz mein kaha.

“Matlab kya hai tumhara?”

“Dekhiye! pehle aadmi jab jungle mein rahta tha to nange hi rahta tha. aadmi ka ek jhund, aurat marad sab nange hokar ek hi gufa mein rahte the. Tab jis tarah log jungle se jo bhi phal mile muft mein tod kar kha sakta tha, waise hi jhund mein jiska phal mile uske maze le sakta tha.”

Buddha dheere dheere Neeta ki saree ko upar utha kar uski chikni makhmali jaanghon ko sahla raha tha. “un dino shadi, vivah ka riwaz nahi hota tha. jab marad ko aam choosne ka man hota choos leta, jab aurat ko kela choosne ka man hota kisi ka kela pakadti choosne lagti.”

Uska haath upar ki taraf rengte hue snaih snaih neeta ki nitamb ki ore badh raha tha. Buddhe ke kathor aur khurdare haath apne buddhe ke andar ke vaasna ko uttejna mein badal kar Neeta ke shareer mein pravahit kar raha tha. Neeta ko lag raha tha jaise uski choot se boond boond kar ras neeche tapak raha ho. Buddha apne kaam aur bhashanbaaji dono mein poori tanmaita se laga hua tha.

“fir jaise jaise logon mein sabhyata ka vikaas hua log ek doosre se chhipane lage. khada kela dekh kar auraton ko pata chal jata tha ki mard uske aam choosna chah raha hai. to wo nakhde dikhati, aam ke badle wo aadmi se kuchh bhi karwa sakti thi. To aadmi ne socha ki kela ko dhak lenge to aurat ko kabhi pata hi nahi chalega. wo kela dhakne laga, pehle patta se, fir dheere dheere kapda se.” Wo neeta ki gaand tak pahunch chuka tha.

Neeta uttejna mein sarabor khadi thi. wo andh yug ke rome ke gulaam ki tarah thi, jiske sath uska malik kuchh bhi kar sakta tha aur wo chup chap use karne deti thi. antar bas itna tha ki itihaas humein ye nahi batata ki gulaam auratein rome ke raees ki vaasna bhade vilaasta se anandit hoti thi ya dukhi, par yahan Neeta sat pratishat anand le rahi thi.

“aur agar aurat ka aam bada aur khada ho jata ya uski prem gufa se ras tapakne lagta to marad samajh jaate the ki ab kela daalne mein koi archan nahi hai.” ‘prem gufa’ buddhe ne pehli baar choot ka naam liya tha.

ye sunkar Neeta ke jishm mein current daur gaya. Uske prem gufa ki aag dhadhak uthi, aur ras ki fuhaar nikalne lagi. Neeta ne apne dono janghon ko ek doosre par dabane lagi. uski gaand ki maanspeshiya tan gayi.

“isse aurat sabko marad ko apne bas mein karne mein dikkat hota. isliye aurat sab apne aam aur prem gufa dhakne lagi”

Buddha Neeta ki tani hui gaand ko ek haath se masalne ka prayas kar raha tha to doosre haath ki ek ungli uske dono jaanghon ke beech ghus uski premgufa ke dwar ki taraf badh rahi thi.

“isiliye marad apna sab kapda utaar dega khali kela dhake rahega aur aurat upar neeche dhake rahegi. Aap hi bataiye agar kapda pehanane ka koi aur karan hota to marad aurat dunu ek jaisa kapda pehanti. donokewal neeche dhakte ya sab chhati aur kamar ke neeche dono ko dhak ke rakhte. kapda bas aadmi ke baimaani ko chhupane ka tareekaa hai. aadivaasi sab ko dekhiye, na koi beimaan hota hai na kapda pehanta hai. gaon mein dekhiye. log kam beimaan hain to kam kapda pehante hain. aur sahar mein – upar se neeche tak bees tho kapda. sab itna beimaan hain ki 3-4 kapda se unka beimaani dhakayega hi nahi”

Buddhe ne apni ungli ko neeta ki geeli panty tak le ja kar uski choot ko dabaya” Neeta uchhal padi. jhat se wo buddhe se door ho kar buddhe ki taraf palat gayi. chuchi gaand tak to theek tha. par wo byahta hai. Kisi gair mard ko wo apne choot tak nahi jaane de sakti.

“Dekhiye! hum imaandaar hain. Hum apna sab kapda utaar dete hain” bol kar buddhe ne apna kurta utaar kar neeche fenk diya. Buddhe ki dubli patli kaya thi. Seene par jhadi daar safed baal the. uske poore badan par sabse unnat uska lund hi tha.

Neeta buddhe ke seene par baal ko dekh kar sochne lagi.

Ravi ke badan par to ek bhi baal nahi aur is buddhe ko dekho bhalu ki tarah poore badan par baal hai. Aise hote hain mard. Ravi to bilkul namard hai. wo mujhe kya sukh dega!

“ab aap utaariye!”

“main nahi utaarne waali. Main shadisuda hoon. gair mard ke saamne nangi kaise ho jaun?”

“matlab aapke man mein beimaani hai. aap khud ko chhipa rahi hain?”

“beimaani? mere mann mein kya beimaani hogi?

“mere kele ko dekh kar aapki gufa geeli ho rahi hai. aur aap ye baat chhipana chahti hain”

“jee nahi! aisi koi baat nahi hai. tum do kaudi ke khalasi ho. Main ijjatdaar parivaar ki shadisuda aurat hoon. tumhare is gande, kaale kele se mere gufa mein kuchh nahi hone wala”

“agar aisi baat hai to aap kapde kyun nahi utaar rahi hain? aap darr kyun rahi hain?”

“main rajpoot hoon. darti kisi se nahi hoon”

“to fir utariye kapde!”

Buddhe ne neeta ko shabd ki jaal mein fansa liya tha. Neeta ki panty sach mein geeli ho chuki thi. Wo kapde nahi utaarti to bhi matlab yahi hoga ki wo garam hai aur utaar deti hai tab buddha uski geeli choot dekh sab samajh jayega. Neeta ko bilkul bhi nahi soojh raha tha ki ab wo kya bahana banaye.

“Mujhe sharm aati hai”

“Theek hai, to aap aankh band kar lijiye. hum khol kar dekh lete hain”

“theek hai, par panty nahi utaroge” Neeta aankh band kar khadi ho gayi.

“Jaisa aapka hukm” Buddhe ne neeta ki kamar se saree ko kheench kar hata diya. aur bade itminaan se uske petticoat ka dhaga kheech diya.

Neeta ka petticoat neeche gir gaya. Khidki se aa rahi thandhi hawa neeta ke geeli panty ko chhu kar nikli. Apne choot par thandhak ka ehshaas paa kar Neeta uttejna se pagal hui jaa rahi thi.

Neeta ki gaand buddhe ke munh ke theek saamne thi. Uski choot ki mehak buddhe ko bekabu kiye jaa rahi thi. Uska dil kar raha tha ki abhi is randi ko pakad kar uske gaand mein baans kar de. Par wo kachcha khiladi nahi tha. Usne bhi thaan li thi ki Neeta ke andar ki randi ko wo bahar nikaal kar hi rahega. wo apne dono haathon se neeta ki chuttad ko pakad kar masalne laga.

“Kya kar rahe ho?” Neeta ne poochha.

“Dekh rahe hain… aam badhiya hai ya tarbooz” Buddhe ne Neeta ki panty ko uski gaand ki daraar mein samet kar uski poori nitamb ko nanga kar diya tha.

“Dekh liya? Ab batao kaun badhiya hai? aam ya tarbooz” Neeta ki aankhein band thi.

“dekhne mein to dono mast hai. adhik swadisht kaun hai ye to choos kar hi pata chalega.”

“Hat badmash! hath se jitna chhuna hai chhu lo. munh nahi lagane doongi. ijjatdaar ghar ki shadisuda aurat hoon.”
Neeta baar baar khud ko yaad dila rahi thi ki wo ijjatdaar ghar ki bahu hai, uske liye gair mard ke sath is tarah khelna mahapaap hai. Par agar manushya ki kaamna, uski vaasna dharm ki baaton ko samajhti to sansaar mein kahin paap hota hi nahi. Sare sanskaar, saare dharm kaam ke samne napunshak ho jate hain.

“Nahi bataoge to main kapde pehan leti hoon”

Apne pair par gire hue petticoat ko uthane ke liye neeta neeche jhuki. Neeche jhukte hi uski gaand peechhe ki taraf ubhar aayi maano buddhe ke khade lund ko nimantran de rahi ho – door kyun khado ho, andar aao, meri gaand mein pel do.. mein tumhare liye tadap rahi hoon.
Buddha bekaabu ho gaya. uth kar usne Neeta ki ubhari hui gaand par apne lund ko rakh uski dono chuchi

ko dono haath mein pakad kar masalne laga. Jhuki hui neeta ka santulan bigda aur khud ko gidne se bachane ke liye usne petticoat ko chhod kar saamne waale rod ko pakad liya jisse uski gaand aurubhar aayi. buddha uski gaand par apna lund masalne laga. “kya kar rahe ho? chhodo mujhe!”
“Thodi der aise hi rahiye na. bina kapdo ke aap bahut pyari lagti hain”

Buddha uski chuchi aur gaand dono ko masal raha tha. Neeta apne nange gaand par buddhe ka garam mota lund ko mahshoosh kar use
pakadne ke liye bechain ho rahi thi.Usne ek haath peeche kar buddhe ka lund pakad liya. “ye kya hai?” uff! itna garm! itna mota! kaash ravi ka itna mota hota.
“Mera kela hai. dekhiye kaise aapke tarbooz ko dekh kar lalcha raha hai.”

Pehli baar neeta ne apne taraf se kuchh kiya tha, isse pehle wo bas buddhe ko uksa rahi thi, par khud kuchh kar nahi rahi thi. Neeta ki komal haath ka sparsh apne lund par mahshoosh kar buddhe ki uttejna aur badh gayi aur usne neeta ki chuchi ko zor se masal diya.
Neeta ku munh se cheekh nikal gayi.

“aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Mera tarbooz tumhare kele ke liye nahi hai.”

“agar mere liye nahi hai to aapka kachhiya geela kyun hai?” Neeta ko pata hi nahi chala kab buddhe ka ek haath uski chuchi par se uski choot
par pahunch gaya tha.

Buddha neeta ki choot par apne hatheli ko rakh kar uski choot ko aage se aur gaand ko peechhe se daba raha tha.
Neeta ke man mein uski apni jo chhavi thi us chhavi mein wo us do kaudi ke khalasi ko apne choot tak nahi pahunchne de sakti thi. Isse pehle bhi jab usne koshish ki thi to usne ek baar to use jhapad mara tha, aur doosri baar bhi mana kar diya tha. Is baar bhi wo shakhti se pesh aana chahti thi, par buddhe ne use sawal mein fansa diya tha. Do kaudi ke khalasi ke liye uski choot geeli kaise ho gayi? “maine kaha tha na, log kapda apne beimaani ko chhipane ke liye pehante hain.isiliye aap apne kapde nahi utaar rahi thi”

Kuchh kshan ke liye neeta ki saree uttejna gayab ho gayi. uska chehra sharm se paani ho gaya. Uski pakad buddhe ke lund par se dheeli ho chuki thi, uske nipple sikurne lage the aur choot mein rakt ka pravah tezi se ghatne laga tha. wo sithil ho gayi thi. wo bilkul us bachche ki tarah khadi thi jisne jeevan mein pehli baar chori ka prayas kiya tha aur range haathon pakda gaya. Use bilkul samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya bole. “wwwoo.. ba..at nahi hai” isse adhik wo kuchh nahi bol payi.

Buddha neeta mein aa rahi shithilta ko mahshoosh kar raha tha. Wo achchhi tarah samajhta tha ki Neeta uska khilauna tabhi tak hai jab tak wo khud ko nirdosh maan rahi hai.

Jaise hi usme apradh bodh hoga wo fir uski vaasna ke khel ko nahikhelegi. Usne Neeta ki kaan ke paas se kaha

“Aise hi rahiye na, bina kapdo ke aap bahut pyari lagti hain”. Buddhe in is antarangta se ye baat kahi ki neeta ke rago mein rakt ka pravah fir tez ho gaya. Uske nipple tanane lage aur uski chootmein fir se sugbugahat hone lagi. “ Mujhe sharm aa rahi hai”

Neeta ki tan rahi nipple ko mahshoosh karke buddha samajh gaya tha ki Neeta ab fir garam hone lagi hai. Us ne Neeta ki kamar ko pakad use apni god mein bitha liya.

“Ab humse kya sarmana madam? hum to sab dekh hi liye hain. Subah tak aise hi rahiye na”

“ye kahan bitha diya mujhe?”

“Madam ji, seat ganda hai.. aap meri god mein baithiye” Buddha apne mote tagde lund par Neeta ki mast komal gaand ka maza le raha tha.

Uska ek haath bina samay gawayein Neeta ki nangi chuchiyon par jaa pahuncha tha to doosra haath uski makhmali jaangh ko sahla rahi thi.

“to tum koi kam gande ho? Tumhara kela chubh raha hai mujhe”

Buddhe ne lund ko gaand par masalte hue kaha “madam ji, kela apni jagah par nahi hai isliye chubh raha hai. jab apni jagah pahunchega to bahut maza dega” buddhe ne haath neeta ki jaanghon ke beech mein ghusa diya. Neeta ne dono pair ko ek doosre par daba kar apne

jaanghon ke beech prem gufa ko chhipane ki koshish ki. “kahan hai tumhare kela ka jagah?” Wo fir se dwiarthi samvaad mein maza lene lagi thi.
Buddhe ne dono haathon se Neeta ke ghutno ko pakad uske dono taangon ko alag kar uske gufa ke dwar ko khola. “aise to kayi thikane hain! par aapke paas chaar jagah hai” Buddha ka haath neeta ke panty par jaa phuncha tha aur geeli panty ke upar se neeta ki choot ko sahlane laga.
Char jagah! Neeta ne ab tak kela.. naah ravi ka mirch bas ek jagah liya tha.
buddha char char jagah ki baat kar raha hai. “kaun kaun se jagah”

Buddhe ka haath Neeta ki panty mein ghus chuka tha, aur wo bade itminaan se, apni saari vaasnaon, saree kaamnaon ko kabu mein rakhte hue, uski geeli choot ko sahla raha tha. usne choot ke muhane par apni ungli rakh kar dabai. Neeta ke munh se anand ki chitkaar phooth padi

“ssshhhhhhhh…. aaahhhhhhhh! Kya kar rahe ho?” Buddha uski choot ko ek baar chhu chuka tha aur fir uska bhed bhi buddhe ke saamne khul

chuka tha ki wo uttejit hai. abki

baar buddhe ke choot chhone par usne koi teevra pratikriya nahi di.

“ek to ye jagah hai madam ji”

Neeta ne apna neechla honth apne daanton tale daba liya tha aur apne haathon se zor se seat ke aage lage rod ko pakad liya. “aur doosra”

Buddhe ne doosre haath se Neeta ki chuchi ko bheenchte hue kaha

“aapke dono aamon ke beech mein”.

“Ouch! bade beraham ho tum. Thoda dheere dabao na. teesra?”

“aapke tarboozon ke beech!”

“kya?? pagal ho gaye ho? Tumhara kela itna mota hai. meri to tarbooz hi fat jayegi”

“Nahi fategi madam ji. jab aapke andar ghusega to jannat ki sair karengi” Buddhe ne uski gaand par lund masalte hue kaha. Buddhe ne apni ungli Neeta ki choot mein ghusa di.

“aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aur chautha?”

wo buddhe ko apne jishm mein ghusne se nahi rok payi.

“Are! to aap mera kela nahi choosengi?”

“Chhii! itni gandi cheej ko munh mein kaun lega? mujhe to ulti aa jayegi” Neeta ne na to kabhi kisi ka lund munh mein liya tha aur na hi kabhi socha tha ki log aisa bhi karte hain.

“are! jaise banki fal hain waise hi kela hai. Jaise hum aam chooste hain, waise aap kela choos lijiyega”

apni god mein baithi nangi aurat ka budhha poora maza le raha tha.

“aam aur kela mein antar hai na. aam se doodh nikalta hai, kela se paani”

“madam, jab aap choosiyega to kela se bhi doodh niklega. aur kela wala dhoodh adhik gaadha, adhik swadisht aur adhik paushtik hota hai”

“Chhi! mujhe to sun kar hi ghinn ho rahi hai. jahan se log susu karte hain wahan koi munh kaise laga sakta hai?”

Buddhe ne Neeta ki choot mein apni poori ungli ghusa di.

“aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh” Neeta anand sagar mein gote kha rahi thi. “Aap bhi to yahan se peshab karti hai, fir ise kaise hum munh mein lete hain?”

“Ise munh mein lete ho? chhi chhi. kaise aadmi ho tum? mujhe to ulti ho jayegi”

“sirf hum hi nahi, sab mard lete hain”

“Tum jhooth bol rahe ho. main nahi maanti”

“Main lekar dikha doon?”

“Le hi nahi paoge!” Neeta bilkul sure thi ki aisa kaam koi kar hi nahi sakta.

“agar le liye to jo bolenge kijiyega?”

“theek hai”

“wada se mukad to nahi jaiyega?”

“Main ek rajpoot hoon. apne wade se kabhi nahi mukadti. chache jaan hi kyun na chali jaye”

“Madam ji, aisa maza aayega jo aap apne poore jindagi mein kabhi nahi li hongi. agar maza nahi aaya to aap humko chalti bas se neeche dhakel dijiyega” buddhe ne apni do ungli Neeta ki choot mein ghusa di.

Neeta ne kabhi itna mota kuchh apni choot mein nahi liya tha. Ravi ka khada lund to buddhe ke ek ungli jitna bhi nahi tha. wo to anand se pagal ho uthi!
“ufff! aahhhhh ssshhhhhhh. nikalo na use”

“choosne dijiye”

“theek hai! lekin bas thoda sa”

“To fir neeche let jaiye”

“neeche? is gande bas mein jahan

sab par rakh kar chalte hain? Main waha letungi? kabhi nahi!”

“bina lete maza nahi aayega. Main tapak padti.

Main dhoti bichha deta hoon” buddhe ne
Neeta ko seat par bithaya aur apne dhhoti ko seat ke kataron ke beech bus ke farsh par bichha diya aur neeta ko utha kar dhoti par rakh diya. neeta ne buddhe ke kurte ko takiya bana kar sar ke neeche rakh liya.

Buddha Neeta ki panty ko sarkane laga. neeta ne panty ko dono haathon se pakad liya. “Pehle tum apni aankhein band karo. Main tumhe dekhne nahi de sakti. jo bhi karna hai aankhein band karke kado”

Buddhe ne aankh band ki aur neeta ki panty khol kar use poora nanga kar diya. Chalti bus ke khidki se aa rahi tez hawa neeta ke geeli choot ko chhu kar ak ajeeb ehshaas de rahi thi. neeta ki choot ki garmi par hawa ki thandhak! uff! kya ehshaash hai, shabdon mein use vyakt kiya hi nahi jaa sakta. neeta pehli baar kisi ke saamne poori nangi hui thi. Buddhe ne apni aankhein khol di. Neeta ne apne dono haathon se apni choot ko dhak liya. “Aankh kyun khol rahe ho?”

aapki choot bahut pyari hai” ‘choot’ neeta ne pehli baar kisi ke munh se suna tha. “dekhne dijiye na”

Buddhe ne neeta ke haathon ko uski choot par se hataya. reshmi, sunahre halke halke baalon ke beech geeli gulabi choot chamak rahi thi. “aapke bur ke baal bhi bahut sundar hain”. ‘bur’ bhi neeta pehli baar sun rahi thi. sun kar uski uttejna badh rahi thi. Uska dil bhi kar raha tha ‘choot’ ‘bur’ bolne ka. par wo bus ki khalasi jaisi neech nahi thi, wo ek ijjatdaar ghar ki rajpoot thi. Buddhe ne uski jaanghon ko pakad kar sahlaya aur jaangh choomne laga. fir uski jaanghon ko faila kar uski choot ka dwar khol diya aur jhuk kar uske choot par chumban liya. Neeta machal gayi. Usne buddhe ke sar ko pakad liya. Buddhe ne apni jeebh se Neeta ki geeli choot ko poori tarah se dhak kar dabaya. Thandhi choot par garam mulayam jeebh ka sparsh ne Neeta ko bekabu kar diya. Usne Buddhe ke sar ke baal ko pakad kar kheencha aur uske sar ko apni choot ki taraf daba diya. Usne apni jaangh ke beech buddhe ke sar ko daba kar apna pair uske chaaron taraf lapet liya. Apne nichle honth ko daanton tale daba kar Neeta ne aankh band kar li.“
ssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”

Buddha Neeta ki choot ko kutte ki tarah chaat raha tha.

Buddha neeta ki clit ko apne ungli se masal raha tha. aur usne apne jeebh ko Neeta ki choot mein ghusa rakha tha. Buddha sambhog kala mein parangat tha aur Neeta chudai mein bilkul anadi the. Ye sara anubhav neeta ke liye bilkul naya aur aseem anand dene wala tha. Wo uttejna ke shikar ki ore tezi se badh rahi thi. Buddhe ne apne jeebh se neeta ki clit ko masalte hue uski choot mein apni do ungliyan poori andar ghusa di. Fir apne ungli se neeta ki choot ki antarik deewaaron ko sahlane laga. Aaj Neeta ke jeewan mein sabkuchh pehli baar ho raha tha. Wo anand ke saatve asmaan mein ud rahi thi. Buddha neeta ke choot ko apni ungli se chod raha tha aur isse nikalne waale prem ras ko chaat kar jeebh ko choot ke charo taraf aur clit par masal raha tha. Neeta ab buddhe ki lay mein lay mila kar apne gaand ko uchhal rahi thi. Buddhe ka doosra haath Neeta ki chuchi ko masalne mein vyast tha. Neeta jisne apne jeevan mein bas ek napunshak mard ke chhote lund ke alawa kabhi apni

choot mein kuchh nahi liya tha, uske liye buddhe ki kaamkala ki kushalta adhik der tak bardasht kar lena uski kshamta ke bahar thi. usne buddhe ke sar ko zor se choot ki taraf dabaya, apni gaand ko upar utha kar ek aseem anand bhadi cheetkaar ke saath charmotkarsh par pahunch gayi.

“aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uffffffffffffffff shssssssssssssshhhhhh”

uski choot ke andar mano atishbazi ho rahi ho. fir achanak se atishbazi khatam. sannata sa chha gaya. Neeta jhad chuki thi. Neeta shithil ho chuki thi, usne buddhe ka sir chhod diya, aur jaanghein faila kar nidhal ho let gayi. Buddha kutte ki tarah uski choot se nikli sari premras ko chaat raha tha.

Neeta ne apne jeevan mein pehli baar charamotkarsh ka anubhav kiya tha. Wo is anand ke nashe mein madmast thi. Buddha mauke ka fayeda uthane mein vyast tha. Wo uski choot se upar ki taraf badha, aur uske pet ko apne jeebh se chatate hue uski chuchiyon ki taraf badha.

Kayi ghanton se Neeta ki ye safed chuchiyan aur uske upar susajjit gulabi nipple buddhe ke man ko lalcha rahi thi. Wo chuchiyan jinhe choosne ke liye buddha kab se tadap raha tha, wo chuchiyan uske saamne, bilkul nangi, sari suraksha se door padi hui thi. buddhe ne neeta ki bayin chuchi ko apne daayein haath se pakda aur munh laga kar choosne laga. Nipple par garma garam jeebh ki chhuan se Neeta ka madhoshi toot gaya. “ye kya kar rahe ho?” Usne buddhe ke sar ko haath se pakad kar apni chuchi par se hata diya. “hato mere upar se! badtameez kahin ke!”
Buddhe ke khade lund par dhokhaho chuka tha. buddha soch raha tha ki jab laundiya ko nanga kar diya, uski chuchi masal diya, uske bur chaat liya, ungli pel diya to ab use chod bhi lega. Wo mansik roop se poori tarah se taiyaar ho gaya tha ki uska agla kadam us raand ki choot ko raundna hi tha. wo neeta ki vyavahaar se tilmila utha tha. Uske jee mein aaya ki is saali randi ko yahin par patak kar uska balatkaar kar de. us haramzaadi ki gaand mein apna lund pel kar uski saaree akad uski gaand se nikaal de.

par shayad wo dar raha tha ya fir use aurat ko randi bana kar chodne mein adhik maza aata tha. Wo jaanta tha ki zabardasti ki chudai mein lund ki pyaas to bujh jayegi par wo maza nahi aayega.
“aapne to maze le liye, ab thoda maza humko bhi lene dijiye.”

Buddhe ne apne gusse ko kabu mein kar Neeta ki chuchi ko masalte hue kaha. Latin mein ek kahavat hai – post coitus omne animal triste est arthat sambhog ke baad sabhi prani dukhi ho jaate hain. Jhadne ke baad

Neeta par bhi apradh bodh aa chukatha. Use apne jeevan mein kabhi ye nahi socha tha ki wo kisi gair mard

ke sath aisa kuchh karegi.

Usne apne pati ke sath dhokha kiya hai, usneo apne patni hone ke dharm ko nahi nibhaya hai. wo ek badchalan aurat hai.

Neeta kuchh hi kashano mein anand ki sagar se gir kar atmglani ke mahasagar mein doob chuki thi. Wo apne badan ke upar is do kaudi ke khalashi ko bilkul bardasht nahi kar sakti thi. uska hriday rone ko aa raha tha. “hato mere upar se!” kahte kahte neeta ka gala rundh aaya.

Buddha samajh gaya tha ki laundiya serious ho rahi hai. wo uske upar se hat gaya.

Neeta ko ehshaash hone laga ki wo ek gair mard ke saamne nangi hai. Uska saree, petticoat aur blouse usse kaafi door tha, bra ko buddhe ne munh mein le kar laar mein bhiga diya tha, aur uski geeli panty bus ke farsh par padi thi jisse bas ki dhool panty se ja chipki thi. Wo ab ek gair mard ke saamne nangi khadi nahi ho sakti thi, wo apna hath pair samet kar baith gayi.

uski chuchi ghutno ke peechhe chhipi thi. Dono pair ke beech ki chhoti si jagah se uski safed chikni jaanghon ke beech mein sunahre reshmi baalon ke madhya neeta ki gulabi choot buddhe ko dikh rahi thi.
Prem ras ki ek patli dhar neeta ke choot se bah kar buddhe ke dhoti par jaa rahi thi. par bhale hi wo patli dhaar buddhe ko adhik mohit karti ho,par abhi neeta ke aankhon se bahne waali moti ashrudhara adhik mahatwapoorna the.

Neeta ke aanshu buddhe ki kaamnaon ki poorti mein ek badi badha ban rahi thi.

Buddha neeta ke nikat khashak kar baith gaya. Uska lund dheela pad chuka tha. Usne Neeta ko santwana dene ke liye uske kandhe par haath rakha. Neeta ne jhatke se buddhe ke haath ko apne badan par se hata diya “chhuo mat mujhe!”

“Theek hai madam ji, nahi chhunga. par aap ro kyun rahi hain?” Neeta ka rona aur tez ho gaya.

“Main ek shadisuda aurat hoon. maine itna bada paap kaise kar diya?”

“Isme paap waala kaun sa baat hai? aapko khus rahne ka adhikaar nahi hai kya?”

Neeta chup chaap neeche dekh rahi thi. use ab is do kaudi ke buddhe se bhi nazar milane ki himmat nahi thi.

“Dekhiye madam ji. Marad log ko jab masti ka man hota hai to kotha par ja kar randi ko chod lete hain” ‘randi’, ‘chod’; neeta ke vartmaan manshik sthiti mein in shabdon kawo asar bhale hi na ho jo Neeta ke jhadne ke pehle hota, par in shabdon ka neeta par asad bilkul shunya bhi nahi tha.

“aur aurat ghar mein baithi tadapti rahti hai. aise mein aurat agar mauka milne par thoda bahut masti kar bhi leti hai to isme paap kahan hai? paap to

ye hai ki is samaj mein sahi galat ka faisala aurat ke liye alag aur marad ke liye alag hota hai. mard randi ke yahan jata hai to wo rashta bhatak gaya, aur aurat kisi gair mard ke paas jaati hai to wo badchalan hai, randi hai? ye kahan ka nyay hai” Buddha shabdon ka jadugar tha.

“Agar aurat baanjh hai to mard ko doosra shadi karne ka ijazat hai aur agar mard napunshak hai to wo jeevan bhad waise hi dukh kaatati rahe”.

Buddhe ne Neeta ki dukhti rag par haath rakh diya tha. Par uske haath rakhne se neeta ka dard badha nahi tha, neeta ko sukoon mil raha tha. Manovaigyanik kahte hain ki manushya ki jaisi pravritti hoti hai wo apne aas paas ke vatavaran aur soochana ko waise tadanusaar grahan karta hai. Neeta bhi ab unhi baaton ko grahan kar rahi thi jo uske kiye hue kaam ko sahi thahra raha ho.

Neeta ne ab rona band kar diya tha.

“lekin shadisuda ho kar aisa karna?” uske mann mein abhi bhi shanka thi. “Dekhiye madam ji, duniya kiaadhi shadisuda aurat doosron se chudwati hai.”

abki baar ‘chudai’ sun kar neeta ki dhadkane tez hogayi. uska soya hua nipple fir sejaagne laga tha. “ye tum apne mann se kah rahe ho?”

“nahi madam ji. aapki kasam. 50 saal umar ho gaya humara. Bahut duniya dekhe hain, bahut jagah rahe hain aur bahut ghaat ka paani piye hain. Jhooth nahi kahenge madam ji, Kunwari aur bihata dono se sambandh rakhe hain. kunwari to mushkil se milti hai, par bihata aurat ka kono kami nahi hai madam. jitna ka tajurba humko hai, usme adhiktar bihata thi. gaon mein bhi aur sahar mein bhi. usme se bahut to ijjatdaar khandaan ki thi. Bura nahi maaniye madam, ijjatdaar ghar ki auraton ka ijjat ghar ke bahar hi rahta hai, ghar ke andar wo naukar se, driver se, doodh wala se, na jaane kisse kisse chudwati hai.”

Neeta fir se garam hone lagi thi. “sach bol rahe ho?”

“hum aapse kahe jhooth bolenge?”

“tumhara kitno ke sath tajurba hai?”

Neeta ke aankhon mein fir se shararat aane lagi thi. “Ab ye sab baat mat poochhiye madam ji. Ye sab baatein sabko thode hi batate hain.”

“main tumhare saamne nangi baithi hoon, aur tum mujhse chhipa rahe ho” Jaise jaise Neeta garam ho rahi thi, uske chehre ki laali badhi jaa rahi thi, aur uske choot se nikalne waali dhara thodi moti ho gayi thi.

Buddha Neeta ki haw bhaw ko samajh raha tha, aur uska qutub minaar fir khada hone laga tha. Neete apne aankhon ke kone se buddhe ke badhte hue minaar ko ghoor rahi thi. “kahan nangi hain? sab to dhak ke baithi hain. Apne chuchi par se haath hataiye”

Buddha ab roopak ka prayog nahi kar raha tha, wo apni baat seedhe shabdon mein kah raha tha. Neeta ke liye ye ek shock tha, aam se buddha chuchi par kaise aa gaya? Shock zaroor laga ho, par Neeta ko sun kar achchha lag raha tha.

Shabd jaise hi uske kaan par padte, hriday rakt pravah ki ek teevra dhara uthati aur uske sampoorna shareer mein anand ki ek meethi lahar daur jaati, nipple aur tan jaate, choot thoda aur phool jata, aur choot se amrit ki ek boond tapak jaati.

“Besharm! tumhe aurat ke saamne gandi baatein bolne mein sharm nahi aati?”

“Lijiye, sharm karein tab bhi shikayat, nahi karein tab bhi shikayat!” Buddhe ne neeta ko fir apni baaton mein fansa liya tha.

“Chalo, baatein mat banao, batao kitni auraton ka tazurba hai tumhe?”

“pehle chuchi par se haath hataiye?” fir se chuchi! neeta ki ek boond aur tapak padi!

“lo baba! hata diya. ab to batao”

Neeta ke unnat himshikhar fir se pratyaksh ho gaye, buddhe ka auzaar bhi apne poore utthaan par tha.

Neeta ki nazar buddhe ke lund se hat hi nahi rahi thi. Usne pehli bar kisi lund ko khada hote dekha tha.

Ravi ka khada hota tha ya nahi ab Neeta ye bhi nahi samajh paa rahi thi. Shaadi ke chaar saal baad bhi kabhi usne Ravi ke lund ke akaar ko bada hote nahi dekha tha. Par us buddhe ka lund kuchh hi der mein

ek chhote bejaan mirch se badhte badhte ek mota lamba kaddu ki roop mein aa chuka tha. Jaise koi ikshadhaari naag ho jo zaroorat ke hinsaab se apna roop badal sakta ho. Naag hi to tha! apne bil mein ghusne ke liye betaab!

“kya bataun?” Buddhe ko Neeta ko chidhane mein maza aa raha tha.

“yahi ki kitne auraton ke sath tajurba hai tumhara?”

“kaisa tajurba?”

“are! abhi thodi der pehle tumne kaha tha na ki tumne kayi auraton ke sath tajurba kiya hai?”

“haan kiye hain. lekin tajurba to kayi tarah ka hota hai na? kisi ke sath baat karne ka tajurba hai, kisi ke liye kaam karne ka tajurba hai. aap kaun sa tajurba poochh rahi hain?”

“Bahut shaitaan ho tum! Baatein mat banao, seedhe seedhe batao.”

“aao seedha seedha poochhiyega tab to seedha seedha batayenge?

aap ghuma fira kar poochh rahi hain. humko to samajh mein hi nahi aa raha hai”

“bahut badmas ho tum! tumne kitno ke sath kiya hai?”

“kya kiya hai?” Buddhe Neeta ke laaj dhaak ko nestonabood kar dena thaan chuka tha.

“s..s..sex kiya hai” college ke baad neeta shayad pehli bar Neeta ‘sex’ bol rahi thi. use ye shabd bolne ke liye kaafi prayaas karna pada tha.

Uski jubaan kaampne lagi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi.

“madam, padhe likhe nahi hain. angrezi nahi samajh aata hai. Hindi mein bataiye na?

Neeta ne koshish ki. par uska jubaan uska saath nahi de raha tha. “bahut dusht ho tum! mujhe hindi nahi aati”

“hum samjhenge tabhi na jawab denge”

“tumhe s..sex matlab nahi pata?” is bar neeta ko sex bolne mein utni kathinayi nahi hui. “Nahi madam ji. gaon mein rahe hain.. angrezi safe nahi aata hai” buddhe ke chehre par besharmi ki bhadi mushkurahat thi.

“ch….ch..chode ho” neeta ne bahut prayaas karne ke baad kaha. Uski saanse tez ho chuki thi. “Ye hui na baat! desi murgi bilayeti boli achcha nahi lagta. ab fir se poora sawaal poochhiye.” Neeta bolne mein jhijhak zaroor rahi thi, par use maza bhi aa raha tha.

in shabdon ko, jisse wo bachpan se ganda aur bura maanti aayi hai, jo humesha se awara, badmaash aur sadak chap logon ki boli hoti hai, use bolne par jis uttejna ka anubhav neeta aaj kar rahi thi, wo usne pehle kabhi nahi kiya tha. “tum ab tak kitni aurat ko chod chuke ho?” is baar neeta ki mein jhijhak kam thi, kapdo ke sath sath neeta ka man bhi khul raha tha.

Jis tarah ka halkapan neeta ko kapde utaarne ke baad mahshoosh hua tha, waisa hi halkapan wo apne mann par ke kapde ko utaar kar mahshoosh kar rahi thi. Anand, uttejna aur vaasna ka aisa mishran! ye sach mein anootha tha.

“madam ji, chode to bahut ko hain. lekin randi sab ko hata ke dekhiyega to 12-13 ko to chode hi honge”

“Baap re! tumhe itni aurat mil kahan se gayi?”

“sab aurat nahi thi, kuchh kunwari ladki thi, kuchh shadisuda. 4-5 to kunwari hogi, banki sab shadisuda”

“par itni mili kahan?”

“are madam ji, 30 saal se chod rahe hain. ab aise bhi namard nahi hai ki 30 saal mein 12-13 ko bhi nahi chode! 3-4 gaon mein.

fir sahar mein jab naukar ya driver ka kaam karte the to kabhi malik ki bibi, kabhi malik ki bahu, kabhi malik ki beti. kabhi ghar ki naukarani. Dekhiye madam ji, aap bura nahi maaniyega, lekin ye jo sahar ke shareef log hote
hai na, ghar ke andar unme kitni gandagi hoti hai ye humse achchha koi nahi bata sakta! ek malik ki bibi to kam se kam 4-5 logon se chudwati thi. hum uske driver the. Malik humesha sahar se bahar rahte the.

wo apne yaar sab ke sath hotel mein ja ja kar chudwati thi. ek baar hum dekh liye. humko boli kisi se nahi kahne ke liye. ab hum aisa mauka kahe chhodte?”

“Matlab?” Buddhe ki kahaniyon ne neeta ki choot ko gudguda diya tha.

“matlab kya? iske baad 8 mahina hafta mein 2-3 baar usko chodate the. bishwas kijiyega? ghar mein malik baithe the, aur garage mein hum usko chode hue hain. jab malik ko malkin par shaq hone laga to hum naukari chhod diye”

Neeta ka choot kahani sun kar machal gaya tha.

wo aur vistaar mein sunana chahti thi. “Aur banki auratein?”

“Madam ji, sabke baare mein batayenge to umar beet jayega kahani sunate sunate.”

“sabse adhik maza tumhe kiske saath aaya?”

“Rashmi madam ke sath sabse adhik maza aaya. Jamshedpur mein unke yahan naukar ka kaam karte the.

Ghar mein dono miya, bibi aur ek 5 saal bachcha tha.”

“To usi ke baare mein batao”

“Kya batayein?”

“Yahi ki kaise kiya uske sath?”

“kya kaise kiya? theek se poochhiye na?” Buddha Neeta ko chidha raha tha.

“Kaise choda use?” Abki baar neeta bilkul bhi nahi jhijhki.

“Waise hi chode jaise sab chodate hain. khol ke pel diye andar”

“Dhatt besharm! ye thode hi pooch rahi hoon. Ye poochh rahi hoon ki usko pataya kaise?”

“Sare maze aap hi lijiyega? Yahan god mein aaiye to batate hain”

Buddhe bina kuchh liye Neeta ko kuchh nahi dene wala tha.

“Yahin se batao na!” Neeta ki awaaz mein dridhata nahi thi. Wo kahani sunana chahti thi jisse uske andar ka apradh bodh shant ho aur wo masti ke mood mein bhi aa rahi thi.

Neeta ko jis anand ki anubhooti buddhe ne uski choot ko choos kar diya tha wo us anand paane ke liye fir se machal rahi thi.

“Aap sun sun ke maze lengi, aur main?” Buddha ab poori tarah se khul chuka tha.

wo apne shabdon se apna irade ko paroksha roop se pratyaksha kar raha tha. Buddhe ne bus ke seat par peeth ko tika kar apne dono pair faila diya.

Dono taangon ke beech aadhe kaale, aadhe safed baalon ki jhaar mein se buddhe ka minaar apni poori lambai liye Neeta ko nimantran de raha tha.

“Theek hai, par kuchh karoge to nahi?” Neeta ne sharm aur vaasna mili hui nazaron se buddhe ki lund ko dekha aur khishak kar buddhe ki god ke paas aa gayi.

“Nahi karenge to god mein bula kar kya karenge?” Neeta ke atma sanyam ki dhahti deewaron ko buddha bhaamp chuka tha.

Buddhe ne neeta ki pet ko pakad kar use peeche kheecha aur apne lund se neeta ki makhmali gaand aur peeth ko sata kar lund ko dabaya.

“Ouch!! theek se rakho na use. chubhta hai!”

Buddhe ka dono haath neeta ke dono rasmalai se ras nichodne mein lag chuke the. “Kya chubhta hai madam ji?”

“Tumhara kela” Buddhe ne neeta ki nipple ko masalte hue kaha

“kela nahi hai, humara lund hai”

“Haan wahi!”

Buddhe ne fir se lund dabata

“wahi nahi, lund bol isko” buddhe ki shabdon mein se adarsoochak

‘boliye’ khatam ho chuka tha.

Neeta ko ye ajeeb zaroor laga, par bura nahi laga. Buddhe ke lund ki garmi aur apne chuchiyon par uske haathon ke prabhav ne neeta ki uttejna ko badha diya tha. “Tumhara lund chubh raha hai” Neeta ne kaha.
Lund shabd ka prayog neeta ne pehli baar kiya tha. Uski choot dhadhak uthi. Ab uske dikhawati sharafat ka kapda bhi dheere dheere utarne laga tha.

Buddhe ne uski gaand par lund ko fir se dabaya

“Kahan chubh raha hai rani” uff! buddha use bekaabu kar raha tha.

Uske haath, uska lund, aur uske shabd sab mano ek saath neeta ke jishm mein ghus rahe ho. Mano uska samuhik balatkaar ho raha ho, aur wo vivas ho chudwane ke liye.

Par is balatkaar mein neeta ko maza aa raha tha.

“Meri gaand mein chubh raha hai.” Ye neeta ki dikhawati sharafat ka bra tha!

“Ab batao na kaise pataya use? Wo dikhne mein kaisi thi? jab use choda tha to kya umra thi uski?” Neeta nangi ho rahi thi, aur nangepan mein use maza aa raha tha.

“Bahut tight item thi saali. Pehli baar thoke the tab 27-28 saal ki hogi.”

Buddhe ka ek haath Neeta ki chuchi mein laga hua tha to doosra sarak kar neeche uske choot ki taraf badha jaa raha tha.

Neeta ko ab buddhe ki haath ki koi parvah nahi thi, use jahan mann ho le jaye.

“Pehli baar kaise pataya use?”

“2 saal se uske yahan kaam kar rahe the. humko monu chacha kah ke bulati thi. dono mil kar ghar ka kaam karte the.

bahut beparvah thi. na kapda ka thikaan na deh ka thikan. anchal sarak ke neeche gir jata to gire rahne deti.

Kabhi kabhi nighty mein hi rahti. Uska deh bahut tight tha. bada bada chuchi, mast gaand. din mein jab uska ladka school jata tab to thodi der soti thi.

Bilkul beparvaah ki tarah. Darwaza khula hua, kabhi saree sarak ke upar rahta, kabhi blouse ka button khula rahta, kabhi nighty pankha se ud kar itna upar uth jata ki kachhiya sab dikhta tha.

jab soyi rahti thi to hum uske kamra mein ghus kar uska chuchi gaand dekhte.

Behosh ki tarah soti thi. ek do baar hum usko chhue bhi. lekin darr lagta tha. chhote aadmi hain. shikayat kar di to naukari to jayega hi jo thoda moda maza mil raha hai wo bhi nahi milega.

” Buddhe ka haath neeta ki choot tak pahunch choot ke muhane ko tatol raha tha

“sshhh! ye batao na ki pehli baar kaise pataya usko?” Neeta besabra ho rahi thi.

“Malik engineer the. unka ranchi mein koi kaam mein lag gaya tha. Wo ranchi mein rahte the, s hanichchar aur ravivar kojamshedpur aate the.

ek din uska tabiyat kharab tha. Malik ranchi mein the, unko chhutti nahi ho raha tha. malkin is baat se gusse mein thi aur ro rahi thi. unka beta school mein tha. hum unke kamra mein ja kar poochhe to boli kamar dukh raha hai. Hum bole malish kar de. Pehle thoda bahut nakhda ki, fir maan gayi. uske baad se aksar hum uska maalish karte the.

Peeth ka malish karte samay mann to bahut karta tha uska gaand dabane ka, par himmat nahi hota tha. ek din hum gaand par hath rakh diye. malkin kuchh nahi boli. to hum thoda daba diye, fir bhi kuchh nahi boli. uske baad se hum uska gaand masalne lage.

shayad wo bhi maza leti hogi. ek din wo nighty mein thi. poora jaangh nanga tha. dekh kar hi mera lauda khada hogaya. mann kar raha tha ki wahin gaand mein pel de.” Buddhe ne neeta ki choot mein apna ungli pel diya.

“aaaahhhhhhhh! fir?” Buddhe ne Neeta ki gardan pe apne honthon ko rakha.

Neeta ko aage janana tha, buddha mauke ka fayeda utha raha tha.

“malish karna suru kiye, dheere dheere nighty upar sarka diye. Kala kachchiya mein gora gaand. Humara ek kamjori hai. gaand dekhne ke baad humse bardasht nahi hota. humko chodne ka man karta hai.

aapka bhi pehle gaand dekhe the na, jab aap peshab kar rahi thi bus adda par. tabhi se aapke gaand mein baans karne ka mann kar raha hai.” buddhe ne neeta ki gaand par apne baans ko kas ke dabaya.

“Mat karo na! chubhta hai” Neeta ke shabd bhale hi virodh kar rahe ho, par uski awaas mein anumati thi.

Buddhe ne apne jeebh se neeta ki gardan ko chata.

“Uff! fir kya hua?batao na?”

“pehle to gaand ko masale, wo kuchh nahi boli. fir hum josh mein aa kar kachhiya mein haath ghusa diye. Wo gussa ho gayi, humko daantane lagi. Hum to darr gaye. Raat mein malik aane waale the, humko laga ki wo mera shikayat kar degi. Naukari jayegi so to jayegi hi, kahin pitai na kha jayein.

Hum apna samaan sab bandh liye. Nikal rahe the to boli kahan jaa rahe ho. hum bol diye ki kaam chhor rahe hain. Wo boli nahi jaane ke liye, aur ye ki malik se shikayat nahi karegi. Fir mushkurate hue boli tum chale jaoge to malish kaun karega. uske chehre se samajh mein aa gaya ki wo chudwane ke liye taiyaar hai. Humko to mann kiya ki abhi pakad ke chod de saali ko. Lekin sabra ka fal meetha hota hai.”

“Raat mein kitchen mein wo aar paar dikhne waala nighty pehan kar aayi.

Uske chehra se samajh mein aa raha tha ki wo pat chuki hai. hum uske gaand par hath rakh diye. Boli kya kar rahe ho to hum bole malish. Wo boli, abhi tumhare malik se malish karwaungi, jab wo chale jayenge to jee bhar ke malish karna. Iske baat ka teen raat hum kaise kaatein hum bata nahi sakte. Sala lauda kabhi neeche hota hi nahi tha. Din bhad khada rahta. Aur saali dekh dekh kar muskurati thi. Kitchen mein kayi baar uska chuchi dabaye, gaand dabaye. par har baar wo intezaar karne bol kar hata deti.”

“Fir jab malik gaye to usko jam ke chode” Buddha neeta ko bekabu hota dekh chuka tha. ab wo use apne kabu mein karna chahta tha.

“are! kiye kaise ye to batao?” Neeta detail mein sunana chahti thi.

“aise nahi batayenge, ek chumma dijiye tab batayenge!” Buddha Neeta ki rasheeli gulabi honthon ka ras choosna chahta tha. Uske haath apne kaam mein vyast the.

Neeta laaj sharm bhool zaroor chuki thi, par ek do kaudi ke bus ka khalasi use chumban le, ye baat use hazam nahi hui.

“Aukat mein raho! nahi batana to mat batao, par main koi randi ya tumhari rakhail nahi hoon ki tum mujhe choomoge.” Neeta uske god se hatne lagi.

Buddhe ne fir se neeta ko jakad liya. Uksa hathiyar nishane par nahi laga tha. Neeta abhi tak uske kabu mein nahi thi. “Aap to turant bura maan jaati hain” wo tu se aap par aa chuka tha. “Chumma nahi de sakti par lauda to pakad sakti hain?”

Buddhe ne Neeta ki komal haathon ko apne garam dhadhakte lohe ke rod par rakha. Neeta ne jabse buddhe ki lund ko dekha tha, tab se use ek baar chhoone ko betaab thi. aur jab itna sab kuchh ho hi gaya hai to ek lund chhoone se kya bigad jayega. usne buddhe ki lund ko pakad liya.uff! kya lund tha. Itna mota, itna hard, itna garam.

Buddhe ke lund ki garmi neeta ke jishm se pravahit ho uske choot tak ja pahunchi, uska choot dahak utha. neeta ki pakad buddhe ke lund par aur mazboot ho gayi.

“Somvaar ko malik subah 5 baje nikal gaye. wo us din room se bahar nahi nikli. Uske beta ko school ke liye taiyaar kar, khana khila kar school bhej kar hum uske kamre mein gaye.

Kamra ka darwaza khula hua tha. wo saree ko odhe pet ke bal leti hui thi. hum uske upar se saree hataye. Andar wo kewal kachhiya pehne hui thi. ganji bhi nahi tha. Hum apna dhoti utaare aur chadh gaye uske upar. Uske gaand par lund rakh diya, aur dono taraf pair rakh kar uske gaand par baith gaye. wo boli itni jaldi kis baat ki hai, araam se malish karo na.

hum uske gaand par baith kar uske peeth ko dabane lage. fir haath uske peeth ke dono taraf le ja kar uske chuchi ko pakad liye. Fir usko bole palatne ke liye. uske pet par baith gaye aur uske dono chuchi ke beech mein apna lauda rakh ke uske chuchi ko chode. fir saali ke munh mein lauda daal diye. randi lauda ko bade chaw se choosne lagi” Buddha jaan boojh kar gandi bhasha mein bol raha tha. wo neeta ke sare jijhak ko tod dena chahta tha, tabhi neeta uske kabu mein hogi. Neeta kab uske lund ko masalne lagi thi ye khud neeta ko bhi pata nahi chala.

“fir?”

“fir uske munh mein lauda daale hue hum palat gaye aur jhuk kar uske kachhiya ko sarka diye. fir uska choot chaatne aur choosne lage. choot choosne mein mere takkar ka pure duniya mein aapko koi nahi milega. aap to abhi mere chusai ka maza le hi liye hain. ungli aur jeebh se chod chod kar saali ko jhaad diye. fir usko kutiya ki tarah peechhe se chode. jab tak malik ka ranchi mein kaam chalta raha,

kareeb 5-6 mahine tab tak saali ko jam ke chode. kabhi bibi ki tarah, kabhi randi ki tarah to kabhi rakhail ki tarah. saptah mein 5 din jab malik nahi rahte to hum sote bhi usi ke sath the. har tarah se chode, saali ke munh mein diye, gaand maare. kitchen mein chode, bathroom mein chode, garmi mein to saali ko chhat par le ja kar chodate the. 5-6 mahina khoob maza liye bhonsdi waali ka. wo pet se bhi hui. kahti to hai ki mera bachcha hai, par bhagwaan jaane mera hai ya malik ka.”

Na jaane kyun par buddhe ki baat sun kar neeta udaas ho gayi thi. Shayad bachche ke naam ne neeta ko apne jeevan ke kami ki yaad dila di thi. Buddha neeta ki dheeli padti nipple ko apne haathon mein mahshoosh kar sakta tha. “Ladka hua ya ladki?” “Ladka tha. ab to 7 saal ka ho gaya hai”

“Abhi bhi milte ho?”

“2-3 mahine mein ek baar mil lete hain.”

“Aur uska pati?” “Jab malik ke office ka time rahta hai tab jate hain.”

“Aur abhi bhi lete ho uska?” Neeta apne laaj sharam ka kapda fir pehanane lagi thi, shabdon mein rupak fir se aa gaya tha. Neeta ki dheeli padti nipple aur udaas awaaz se buddha samajh gaya tha ki laundiya thandhi pad rahi hai, usme fir aag lagani hogi. Usne uski chuchiyon ko masalte hue kaha

“kya karun?

ye madharchod lund maanta hi nahi. saali abhi bhi tight maal hai. choot to bhonsdi ka chud chud kar dheela ho gaya hai, par gaand abhi bhi mast hai. pel kar lauda khus ho jata hai”

Buddhe ke shabd aur haathon ne apna jaadu kar diya tha. Neeta ke dhamniyon mein fir se rakt ka pravah tez ho chuka tha, uske nipple fir khade hone lage the, uski choot fir se machalne lagi thi. “Wo akeli rahti hai?” “Nahi, ek naukarani hai” buddha uski choot ki aag ko hawa diye jaa raha tha.

“fir kaise chodate ho usko?” Neeta ki sharm ka kapda fir utar gaya. “Shaam mein wo shabji laane jaati hai, ek din pehle wahin usse milta hoon. wo ishara samajh jaati hai, agle din naukarani ko chhutti dekar bhej deti hai. fir hum ja kar uska maza lete hain.”

“Aakhiri baar kab chode ho usko?” “pichhale mahine” “kaise?” “Saali pehle se hi taiyar thi. upar nighty tha, bheetar se poori nangi.

Thoda der chumma chaati kiye, fir uske munh mein lauda daal diye. lab lund poora khada ho gaya to saali ko sofa par jhuka ke, nighty upar uthaye aur gaand mein lauda pel diye.”

“Aur aage?” “Choot bol na” Neeta ko garam hote dekh buddhe ne fir apna rang badal liya tha. “aur choot?” Neeta fir se buddhe ke isharon par naachne lagi thi. “Aise to hum pehle gaand maar lete hain tab choot chodate hain.”

“kyun?” “Are, bihata laundiya sab ka choot to chud chud ke bhonsda ho jata hai. poora lauda andar ghusa dene par bhi lund ko maza nahi aata.” Jaise jaise buddha bol raha tha, uski ungli Neeta ki choot mein ghusi jaa rahi thi. mano wo neeta ko udahran ke sath batana chah raha ho. Par neeta ki choot to uske ungli ke liye bhi tight thi. “Lekin gaand kitna bhi maar lo, tight hi rahta hai.

Tohra shadi ka kitna din hua hai?”

“Char saal hue hain. kyun?”

“tohra choot bahut tight hai. lagta hai bhatar theek se chodata nahi hai. Kunwari laundiya jaisa tight choot hai tumhara. chaar saal mein to aisan choot ko hum chod chod ke surang bana denge. tumhra gaand se pehle hum choot chodenge. Gaand maarne mein maza bhale hi aata ho, lekin jo maza tight choot mein pelne mein hai wo gaand mein nahi.”

Buddha neeta ki tight choot ko apni ungli se bhed raha tha. Neeta ko jo maza buddhe ke ungli se aa raha tha waisa maza use kabhi Ravi ke lund ne bhi nahi di thi. Kaamna, vaasna aur besharmi ki nasha mein madmast Neeta ab buddhe ke haath mein ek khilaune jaisi thi.

“Main koi rashmi thode hi hoon ki jaise mann karega chod Rockye!” Neeta abhi bhi buddhe ki bhookh mitane ko taiyar nahi thi. Par buddha vaasna se sarabor us uttejna mein tha jahan wo bachchon ke khelne ki gudiya ke bhi kapde utaar ke uske plastic ke sareer mein apna lund ghusa deta. Yahan to uske saamne haar maans ki kaamna ki moorti nange uski god mein baithi hai. “ek baar chudwa ke to dekh. jannat ka maza milega.”

Neeta ka tan fir se tann gaya. wo buddhe ki god se sarakne lagi.

“Apni aukaat mein raho! main kisi do kaudi ke insaan se nahi chudwati.” Neeta ke chehre par gussa zaroor tha. Banawati tha ya nahi wo khud nahi jaanti thi, par chudwana bolne mein use maza aaya tha. “upar se jo bhi karna hai karo, andar ghusne ki himmat mat karna”

Buddhe ka mann Neeta ki bartav se bahut krodhit tha. Uska jee to kar raha tha ki abhi use patak kar chod de. Saree sarafat saali ke gaand se nikaal de. ek to bhonsdi waali randi ki tarah nangi uski god mein baithi hai, aur upar se sharafat ka nautanki kar rahi hai. Are, randi bhi bina paison ke nangi nahi hoti. khud to do kaudi ke randi se bhi gayi gujri hai aur use do kaudi ka kah rahi hai. Uske andar ka jaanwar uski vaasna ko vahshiyat mein badalne ke liye zor laga raha tha.

Shayad darr se, ya fir wo jaanta tha ki jo maza aurat ke iksha se uske saath sahvaas mein hai, wo balatkaar mein nahi, isliye wo apne andar ke vahshi ko apne upar haavi nahi hone de raha tha. Use beijjat to Neeta ne abse pehle kayi baar kiya hai, par pehle use har baar ye ummeed thi ki wo neeta ko chudai ke liye taiyaar kar lega. Wo uske apmaan ko khushi khushi jhel raha tha. Par jab ye lagbhag tay ho gaya tha ki neeta ka irada chudwane ka nahi hai, wo bas buddhe se maza lena chahti hai, buddhe ko maza dene ka use koi irada nahi hai, to uska sabra jawab de raha tha.

Wo aisa mahshoosh kar raha tha jaise usne neeta ke jishm ke sath nahi khela hai, apitu neeta ne use apne isharon par nacha kar uska soshan kiya hai. Is bhaawna ke mastishk mein aate hi uski uttejna ka paara tezi se neeche girne laga. Uske unnat lund sandhya ke surajmukhi ke samaan murjhane laga. Neeta apne gaand par buddhe ke lund ke ghatate hue dabab ko mahshoosh kar rahi thi.

“Kya hua? kuchh karte kyun nahi?” Neeta buddhe ke shoshan mein poora anand le rahi thi. Uske andar ki kaamna uske sharafat jaame se chalak kar bahar aa hi gaya. Neeta ki betaabi ne buddhe ke surajmukhi ko fir se khila diya tha. Neeta ke chuchi par rakhe buddhe ke haath fir se sakriye ho uthe. Uska lund Neeta ki guddedaar gaand ko fir se dabane laga. “Kya karein? jo karna chahte hain wo to aap karne hi nahi deti?”

“Kya karna chahte ho?” Neeta chudwane ke liye to ab bhi taiyaar nahi thi, par buddhe ke armaanon ko sunne ki tamanna zaroor rakhti thi. Gandi gandi baatein Neeta ko aseem anand de rahi thi.

“Karna to bahut kuchh chahte hain. Aapko apne ganne ka ras pilana chahte hain.”

Buddhe ne neeta ke haath ko apne lund par rakh diya tha. Neeta ne buddhe ke lund ko pakad liya. Uske lund ke dhamniyon mein bahti rakt pravah Neeta mein naye uttejna ka sanchar kar rahi thi. Usne buddhe ke lund ko masalte hue kaha

“aur kya karna chahte ho?” Neeta ki chuchiyon ko bheenchte hue buddhe ne kaha

“is mast deh ka malish karna chahte hain”

“To karo na!”