05-12-2019, 04:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-12-2019, 02:08 PM by sakzkhan. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
“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.”
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.
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.
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