Adultery Bus Ka Suffer

[sahebraopawar]

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 dekhna
chahti 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 sukh
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 jaisi
sundar, 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.
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
mota tagda lund haath mein
mahshoosh karke neeta vichalit ho
rahi thi. Wo is lund ko ek baar, bas
ek baar apne haath mein le dhyan
se dekhna chahti thi. Par wo abhi
aankh 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
sarkane 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 poochh
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 ki
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
bra 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
nipple 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 laane
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