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Ab agee ki story.....
Rita ki Jubaani
**Chapter 16 Log 1 **
"Pink matlab uljhan, lilies matlab pavitrata. Pehle main ek pavitra lily thi, par ab yeh lily badal gayi hai, safed se uljhan bhari pink ban gayi hai. Mere dil mein itni saari baatein hain jo main bayan karna chahti hoon, par kisi jaane-pehchaane ko apni dil ki baat nahi suna sakti. Shayad sirf yahan main apne dil ka saara dard, saari udasi likh sakti hoon, jaise kisi dost se apni saari pareshaniyaan aur gham baant rahi hoon.
Mera naam Pink Lily hai, aur mujhe yakeen hai ki meri shakal-surat aur adaayein dilkash hain. Shaadi se pehle bhi, shaadi ke baad bhi, beshumaar mard meri taraf aise ambiguous ishaare karte hain. Mera parivaar khushhaal hai. Ek pati jo parivaar ke liye mehnat karta hai aur mujhse dil se pyar karta hai; ek pyara aur thoda sa bholu beta, Raj; aur ek buddha sasur, Pitaji, jo bacchon aur ghar ke kaam mein hum dono ka haath bataata hai.
Ghar mein sab kuch itna sukhi, itna garam hai. Bhale hi hum log bahut ameer na hon, par main dil se khush hoon. Mera pati un saare mardon mein sabse shandaar nahi jo mujhe chahte the, par woh sabse zyada ghar ko samajhne wala aur khayal rakhne wala hai. Usne kabhi mujhpe gussa nahi kiya, kabhi jhagda nahi kiya, aur humara pyar itna gehra hai.
Is parivaar ka ek hi kami hai – mere pati ki sehat. Ek badi bimari ki wajah se uske kidneys kharab ho gaye, jisse uski mardangi puri tarah barbaad ho gayi hai, aur bimari ke baad se hum kabhi chudai nahi kar paye. Jab zindagi normal thi, mujhe nahi pata tha ki meri choot mein itni bhookh hai. Par jab se main 30 ki hui aur pati bimaar pada, meri chudai ki zaroorat kabhi puri nahi hui, aur meri choot ki pyaas badhti hi gayi.
Kaam pe, logon ke beech, kai mard mujhe chootad aur chuchi ghoorte hain, mujhe tharak bhari ishaare dete hain, aur dil mein thodi si khujli bhi hoti hai. Par jaise hi mere pati ka khayal aata hai, un mardon ki tharak mere dil se nikal jati hai. Mere pati ke saamne, woh saare mard kitne gande lagte hain.
Toh, bhookh hone ke bawajood, maine kabhi pati ko dhoka dene ka nahi socha. Yeh mere liye aasaan hota, par main apni choot ki aag ko dabaati hoon, roz normal bann ke rehti hoon, taki pati ko meri badhti hui tharak na dikhe, aur woh apne aap ko kamzor na samjhe. Agar woh zindagi bhar lund khada na kar sake, tab bhi main chahti hoon ki woh apne aap pe bharosa rakhe.
Par yeh shanti wali zindagi kuch din pehle toot gayi. Galti se meri nazar kuch gandi kitaabon pe padi. Pehle main aisi kitaabon se ghin aati thi. Par ab, chudai ke bina itne din se meri choot sookhi padi hai, toh main dhire-dhire un gandi kitaabon ko padhne lagi. Unmein chudai ke scene padh ke mera dil zor-zor se dhadka, aur meri choot mein khujli hone lagi, jism chudai ke liye tadapne laga. Par yeh sab mere kabu mein tha. Woh gandi kitaabein meri choot ko thodi si tasalli de rahi thi.
Par teen din pehle, meri nazar achanak sasur-bahu ke rishte mein chudai aur buddhe-jawan ke beech chudai ki kahaniyon aur tasveeron pe padi. Yeh sab mere dimaag ke bahar tha, par isne mujhe aisi tharak jagayi jo sochi bhi nahi thi. Sasur-bahu ki haramzadi chudai aur buddhe-jawan ke beech umar ka farq dekh ke meri choot mein aag lag gayi.
Agar yeh sab galti se na dikha hota, toh mujhe kabhi nahi pata chalta ki mujhe aisi gandi cheezon mein itni dilchaspi ho sakti hai. Un kahaniyon aur tasveeron ki haramzadi ne meri soch badal di. Buddhe ki jhurriyan achanak mujhe sexy lagne lagi, unke safed baal meri choot ko gudgudane lage.
Main yakeen nahi kar sakti ki yeh sab mere saath ho raha hai. Mere dil ke ek kone mein, jo hamesha chhupa tha, ek Pandora ka dabba khul gaya, jismein gandi-gandi tharak bhari thi, aur mujhe nahi pata tha ki yeh mere andar hai.
Dhire-dhire, maine ghar ke ekmatra buddhe, Pitaji, pe nazar daalni shuru ki. Unke safed hote lambe baal, chehre ki jhurriyan, aur jhukta hua jism – yeh sab meri choot ko sulgaane lage. Shayad yeh bhi hai ki pati ka lund khada nahi hota, isliye ghar ke dusre mard, Pitaji, jo ab bhi chudai kar sakta hai, uski taraf meri tharak badh gayi. Unki shakal, unke chootadon ka dikhna, mujhe bahut pasand aane laga. Main Pitaji ki har cheez pe dhyan dene lagi, dil mein darr bhi tha. Aise nahi chal sakta, par woh gandi kahaniyan aur tasveerein mere dimaag mein jaise shraap ban ke ghoom rahi hain, aur main chaah ke bhi unhe bhula nahi pa rahi. Main khud ko rok nahi pa rahi.
Soch toh rok nahi sakti, par jism ko rok sakti hoon. Main itna aage nahi badh sakti, yeh mere pati ko chot pahunchayega aur yeh ghar toot jayega. Pitaji ke saath chudai nahi kar sakti, bas raat ke andhere mein khayalon mein chudai kar sakti hoon. Par jab khayalon mein chudai karti hoon, meri choot gili ho jati hai, khujli badh jati hai, aur har baar chudai ka mann karta hai. Par pati ab meri choot ki pyaas nahi bujha sakta, toh main khud ko rokne ki koshish karti hoon.
Par kal raat, meri saari koshishen toot gayi. Maine kuch aisa kar diya jo pati aur is ghar ke saath dhoka hai. Bhale hi Pitaji ka lund meri choot mein nahi gaya, par mera jism ab pura saaf nahi raha, mujhpe mard ki tharak chadh gayi. Kal raat, galti se maine Pitaji ka lund dekh liya, adha khada hua tha, ek buddhe ka lund.
Yeh pehli baar thi jab maine pati ke alawa kisi mard ka lund dekha, aur woh bhi Pitaji ka. Pitaji ka lund itna mota tha, mere pati ke lund se kahi zyada bada. Jab pehli baar dekha, main dang reh gayi, itna mota lund ho sakta hai, yakeen nahi hua, kyunki maine sirf pati ka lund hi dekha tha.
Pitaji ka lund jaise koi jadoo ki chhadi tha, mujhe hypnotize kar raha tha. In dinon main haramzadi chudai ke khayalon mein doobi thi, aur ab yeh sab saamne dekh ke meri choot mein aag lag gayi. Main khud ko rok nahi payi aur unke jism ke paas chali gayi, us mote, gande lund ko dekhti rahi – bada, kala, aur darawna, par us waqt meri aankhon mein woh itna sexy laga ki main pagal ho gayi.
Mere haath khud ba khud uski taraf badhne lage, dimaag mein kehti rahi “nahi, mat kar”, par jism ruk nahi raha tha. Mera haath aur Pitaji ka lund ek-dusre ke kareeb aate gaye, us waqt mera dil dhadak raha tha – josh, darr, tharak, dard, sab mila-jula tha.
Par jab mera haath uske lund ko chhoone wala tha, ek pal ke liye hosh aaya, aur maine haath rok liya. Dimaag mein ladai chhidi, “Ise wapas underwear mein daal do, taki subah woh galat na samjhe, waise bhi main aaj raat unke kamre mein aayi thi aur pati ko pata hai.” Main khud ko samjha rahi thi, par yeh sab bahane the.
Dil ki ladai ko todte hue, maine Pitaji ka lund pakad liya. Achanak ek bijli si mere jism mein daud gayi, mujhe jhanjhanahat hui, maine gardan uthayi, apne lambe baal hawa mein udne diye, aur us bijli ke jhatke ko mehsoos kiya.
Us waqt mera dimaag sunn ho gaya, jaise koi rooh mere andar aa gayi ho, jism bekabu ho gaya. Maine apna chehra Pitaji ke lund ke paas le gayi, ek tez mardana khushboo meri naak mein chadhi – thodi si ajeeb, par us waqt woh khushboo itni madhosh karne wali thi, jaise sabse best perfume, mujhe pagal kar rahi thi."
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