Neeta - Masoom Housewife

[sakzkhan]

Xossip ke jo bhi stories maine 5 baar se upar pada tha yeh story unme se ek hai.  Naam tha "Bus Ka safar"

Seduction level was 100%

Main charecter thi Neeta. 

Kis kis ko yaad hai yeh story. Jisne bhi pada hai sabko yaad hoga yeh incomplete story tha jo main try karunga meri tarah se complete karne ke liye. 

please share your ideas as well.

[TedBundy]

[vivababa]

Lage raho dost. Complete this story. We will support you.

[duttluka]

waiting.........

[sakzkhan]

waiting.........

Any suggestions?

[sakzkhan]

Lage raho dost. Complete this story. We will support you.

Did you read this story before? any suggestions

[vivababa]

Did you read this story before? any suggestions

I have read it before. You csn continue a scene bewee  neeta and conductor with his uncle. The scene was incomplete. Make ot complete. Bro you are just going to complete one of the best  stories.

[hirarandi]

Likhna Start kijiye.

Mene b ye story parhi hai, bht zabardast likhi gai hai. Lekin bht bura lagay ga agar phir se ye adhoori reh gai to....!

[sakzkhan]

Index

[sakzkhan]

Let's Start.

[sakzkhan]

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, security officer 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!

[TedBundy]

very good job brother!

[sakzkhan]

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 security officer 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 . 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.

[neeru]

nice update

[Prav1234]

Very nice great start of the story aap jaldi se next update dijiye wow
Waiting

[valkiss]

Good brother keep on going.

[mindhunter11]

please update

[Diktl1]

Great start. Keep going. Waiting for hot and quick updates.

[sakzkhan]

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.

[sakzkhan]

“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.