Neeta - Masoom Housewife

[sakzkhan]

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 college 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.