05-12-2019, 04:48 PM
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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.
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.
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