Adultery shilpi with naukar

[Kara lina]

part-1
garmee. bahut zyaada garmee, paseene vaalee garmee. jab bhee main garmee ke baare mein sochatee hoon, to mujhe apane jooniyar kolej ke egjaam ke baad ke din yaad aa jaate hain. us garmee mein poora north indiya bahut zyaada garmee kee lahar mein tha.

main shilpee hoon. aur yah kahaanee mere jooniyar kolej ke egjaam ke theek baad ke dinon kee hai. us samay main 19 saal kee thee. egjaam khatm hone ke ek hafte ke andar hee garmee kee lahar shuroo ho gaee thee.

mere mammee-paapa deharaadoon mein apane kuchh puraane rishtedaaron se milane gae. ve chaahate the ki main bhee unake saath chaloon, lekin mainne mana kar diya. “apanee chhuttiyaan un logon ke saath barbaad karoon jinhen main mushkil se jaanatee hoon? bilkul nahin!” main bade shahar, rishtedaaron aur mammee-paapa se door aazaadee ka svaad lena aur kuchh naya anubhav karana chaahatee thee.

meree aazaad soch, mere uchhalate-koodate, dilakash 34dd boobs kee tarah, bekhauf aur bekaaboo thee. isalie, yah tay hua ki mujhe gaanv mein hamaare pushtainee ghar par 5 din bitaane kee ijaazat dee jae, isase pahale ki mere mammee-paapa deharaadoon se mere saath vahaan aaen.

5 din. akele. hamaaree pushtainee propartee par. “aah! aazaadee!” main bahut eksaited thee.

ab, yah pushtainee ghar bada hai lekin kisee bhee hisaab se glaimaras nahin hai. yah north indiya ke theek beech mein hai. koee shoping mol nahin, koee pab nahin, koee kool haingaut spot nahin. to, main eksaited kyon thee?

khair, 5 din kee aazaadee aur ‘mee taim’ koee buree deel nahin lagee. 18 saal paapa-mammee-skool-homavark—tyooshan-ekedamik gols-soshal eksapekteshans-peeyars preshar-lezee boyaphrend…vagairah ke kantrol mein rahane ke baad. kaash yah aur lamba hota, lekin 5 din kuchh na hone se to behatar hee hain.

paapa ne kaha, “shilpee, jeetoo yaad hai? vah propartee ka keyaratekar hai. mainne usase tumhaare rahane ka saara intazaam karane ko kaha hai.”

mujhe jeetookaaka yaad aa gae. jab se mujhe yaad hai, vah us ghar ke keyaratekar the. “vah kitane saal ke hain?” mainne paapa se poochha.

paapa ne javaab diya, “jeetoo ab tak chaalees ke aas-paas ke honge.” “usane apanee aadhee zindagee us ghar kee dekhabhaal mein bita dee hai. vah har kaam mein maahir hai. khaana banaane sahit sab kuchh sambhaal sakata hai.”
“apanee zaroorat ka saara saamaan paik kar lo, kuchh bhee chhootana mat,” maan ne kaha. “vahaan tumhen kuchh nahin milega. aakhir vah ek gaanv hai.”

to, main paik kie hue sootakes, sanaglaases, apana fon aur ek taibalet lekar ek rental kaib mein nikal gaya. mujhe zara bhee andaaza nahin tha ki vahaan pahunchane ke baad kya hone vaala hai.
neeche mere pahunchane ke baad ke dinon kee kahaanee hai.

pahala din

gaanv pahunchane ke baad sabase pahale mainne dekha ki mausam kitana garm tha. bahut garmee thee. jeetookaaka ne kaha ki us saal garmee kee lahar bahut zyaada thee. temparechar pahale se hee 46 digree se oopar tha.

aur puraane ghar mein eyar-kandeeshaning nahin thee!

“kyon?” mainne poochha.

“mere alaava yahaan koee nahin rahata,” jeetookaaka ne javaab diya. “ab koee nahin aata. ach yoonit rakhane ka kya matalab hai?”

bahut bura. bahut garmee aur paseena aa raha hai. mainne jaldee se nahaaya, jeetookaaka ka banaaya hua lanch kiya aur bistar par gir padee. jeetookaaka ne mere lie 2nd phlor par ek kamara arenj kiya tha. kaar se lambee raid ke baad main itanee thak gaee thee ki jaldee hee so gaee.

main achaanak ghutan aur ajeeb mahasoos karate hue uthee. seeling phain nahin chal raha tha. bahut garmee aur umas thee. mujhe bahut paseena aa raha tha.

“jeetookaaka, phain nahin chal raha hai,” main apane bistar se chillaee.

“paavar kat gaya hai, chhotee raanee. yah bahut aam baat hai.” jeetookaaka hamesha mujhe chhotee raanee kahakar bulaate the. pata nahin kyon.

“dhat tere kee!” mainne gaalee dee. itanee garmee, koee ach nahin, aur ab paavar kat. bahut bura!
mainne taim dekha. shaam ke 6 baj rahe the. main pooree tarah paseene se tar thee. paseena mere maathe, gardan aur bra ke andar kleevej se bah raha tha. meree tee-shart paseene se bheegee huee thee. meree skart paseene se bheegee huee thee. meree bra mujhe bahut pareshaan kar rahee thee. itanee tait-phited ki mujhe ghutan mahasoos ho rahee thee.

main uthee, apanee tee-shart utaaree, apanee bra ka huk khola, donon ko kamare ke kone mein phenk diya aur doosaree tee-shart pahan lee. ek patalee, halkee dheelee tee-shart. jisake neeche bra nahin thee.

mainne ek chhotee minee-skart pahanee huee thee, isalie mainne use pahane rakha. mere sootakes mein isase chhotee koee cheez nahin thee. mainne minee skart ke neeche apanee regular paintee nahin pahanee thee. garmee aur namee kee vajah se, mainne lanch ke baad sone se pahale ek chhotee see saphed thong pahanee thee. thong mushkil se meree jaanghon ke beech kee jagah aur slit ko dhak pa rahee thee.

mera bat pooree tarah se khula hua tha. mujhe laga ki thong regular paintee se zyaada aaraamadaayak hogee. lekin paavar kat kee vajah se vah bhee paseene se bheeg gaee thee. isase bhee bura, mere groin mein khujalee hone lagee.

mainne apana haath skart ke neeche daala. aur apanee thong ke oopar se apanee kroch ko khujalaane lagee. khujalee badhatee hee gaee. yah meree jaanghon ke andaroonee hisson, meree kroch aur jaangh ke jod tak phail gaee. meree daraar ke andar bhee khujalee hone lagee.

dhat tere kee. meree pusee ke baal ugane lage hain! mujhe apanee vaiks strips ghar se laanee chaahie theen. main unhen le jaana bhool gaee.

mainne apanee ungaliyaan thong ke andar daaleen aur apanee kroch aur pusee ko khujalaaya. baalon ke chhote-chhote tukade ug aae the aur meree kroch, meree slit kee pooree lambaee, aur yahaan tak ki meree gaand kee daraar ke andar bhee aa gae the. chhote baalon ne khujalee ko aur badha diya.

jab main bistar par letee huee apanee skart ke neeche khujala rahee thee, to mainne achaanak daravaaje ke paas halkee halachal aur roshanee kee ek jhilamilaahat dekhee. daravaaja khula tha. jeetookaaka ek laalaten aur ek haath mein plaastik ka haind phain lie vahaan khade the.

unhonne saphed baniyaan aur lungee pahanee huee thee. aur usakee lungee ke andar kroch eriya ke paas ek bahut bada tent tha. main tent dekhakar chaunk gaya lekin mainne koee riekshan nahin diya. utha bhee nahin.
“chhotee raanee, main tumhaare lie lait aur ek haath ka pankha laaya hoon,” jeetookaaka ne kaha. unhonne laalaten aur plaastik ka pankha tebal par rakha aur kamare se baahar jaane ke lie mude. meree nazar unakee jaanghon ke beech aur lungee ke neeche chhipe unake bade ling par padee. mere dimaag mein ek aaidiya aaya.

“jeetookaaka ko mat chhodana. pankha yaheen lao,” mainne bistar par lete hue kaha.

mainne apanee ungaliyaan apanee skart ke neeche se nikaal lee theen. jeetookaaka haath ka pankha lekar mere bistar par aae. unaka irekshan bana raha, aur unhonne ise chhipaane kee koshish nahin kee. unhonne andaraviyar nahin pahana tha, mainne man hee man kaha. aur unhen apane irekshan se bilkul bhee sharmindagee mahasoos nahin ho rahee thee.

“pharsh par baith jao. mujhe pankha karo,” mainne ordar diya. jeetookaaka farsh par baith gae aur mujhe pankha karane lage. main bistar ke kinaare ludhak gaee, apane kleevej kee or ishaara kiya, aur unase vahaan pankha karane ko kaha. usane mere raseele kleevej aur beech se bahate paseene ko dekha aur pankha karane laga.

mainne jo patalee see tee-shart pahanee thee, vah paseene kee vajah se mere boobs se chipak gaee thee. mainne dekha ki tee-shart ke kapade se mere nippal dikh rahe the. mainne apanee chhaatee us pankhe kee taraf badhaee jise jeetookaaka hila raha tha. vah mere boobs aur nippal ko havas bharee nazaron se dekh raha tha. lekin kuchh bhee karane mein laachaar mahasoos kar raha tha.

“jeetookaaka, meree skart ke neeche pankha karo. vahaan bahut garmee lag rahee hai.” yah kahakar, mainne apanee taangen thodee kholeen, unhen jeetookaaka kee taraf kiya aur oopar utha liya.

kuchh sekand tak, usakee taraf se koee javaab nahin aaya. mainne dekha ki vah meree skart ke neeche meree thong ko ghoor raha hai. usaka irekshan vaisa hee tha.

asal mein, usakee lungee ke neeche kuchh halachal ho rahee thee jaise usaka dik hil raha ho aur bada ho raha ho aur nazaare ka maza le raha ho. usane meree skart ke neeche pankha karana shuroo kar diya. mujhe maza aaya. lekin main ise aur aage le jaana chaahatee thee. mujhe laga ki jeetookaaka naukar hain, jisase mera palada bhaaree ho gaya.

“jeetookaaka, vahaan bahut paseena hai. ise ponchh do,” mainne order diya.
phir, kuchh minat tak usakee taraph se koee javaab nahin aaya. pankha achaanak band ho gaya. aur phir mujhe apanee thong par usakee saans mahasoos huee. mainne neeche dekha. vah meree thong soongh raha tha! kitana bigadail hai! dekhate hain yah kahaan jaata hai.

usane paseena ponchhane ke lie apanee ungaliyaan meree jaanghon ke andar kee taraph ghumaana shuroo kar diya. phir usane apanee ungaliyaan meree thong ke andar daal deen. usane apanee ungaliyaan mere chhote pyoobik heyar, meree pusee lips ke baahar ke baalon mein phiraeen, aur meree klit ko chhua. usake chhoone se main kaamp gaee. achchha laga.

“chhotee raanee, yahaan sirf paseena nahin hai,” usane kaha.

“phir aur kya?” mainne turant javaab diya. “jaldee se chek karo.”

usakee ungaliyon ne meree pusee, klit aur meree valva kee opaning ko chhua. sirf opaning ko.

“yah phisalan bharee, geelee hai, aur paseena nahin lag raha.” usane ungalee apane munh mein daal lee. “yah namakeen hai. aisa lag raha hai ki tum geelee ho, chhotee raanee.”

mujhe pata tha ki main paagal hoon. aur mujhe pata tha ki main usase aage kya karavaana chaahatee hoon. “ise saaf karo. ise ponchho. meree paintee utaaro,” mainne usase kaha.

usane kuchh sekand intazaar kiya, phir apane haath meree skart ke andar daale, meree thong ko kamar par donon taraph se pakada, aur use meree taangon se neeche saraka diya. jaise hee usane use pooree tarah se utaara, usane use apanee hathelee mein liya aur kaha, “yah bahut chhota hai! roomaal se bhee chhota!” aur use soonghane laga.

vah ek bigada hua aadamee hai, mainne socha. lekin use meree geelee paintee soonghate hue dekhakar mujhe maza aaya. phir usane apanee 2 ungaliyaan meree geelee pusee ke honthon par ragadana shuroo kar diya. jitana zyaada vah ragadata, meree pusee utanee hee geelee hotee jaatee. vah ruka nahin. meree pusee aur klit ko ragadata raha. main ab buree tarah se leek kar rahee thee. usane mere aisahol ko chhua aur use ponchhane kee koshish kee.

“yah kaam nahin kar raha hai,” mainne usase kaha, kyonki har guzarate sekand ke saath main aur zyaada hornee aur geelee hotee ja rahee thee. “ise apanee zabaan se saaf karo.” hamesha kee tarah kuchh sekand ka poz tha. phir mujhe apanee nangee choot par usakee saans mahasoos huee. vah phir se soongh raha tha!

“tum kya kar rahe ho?” mujhe chidh huee.
"isakee khushaboo bahut achchhee hai," usane javaab diya. aur phir usane apanee jeebh meree geelee choot par rakhee aur chaatane laga.

mere shareer mein khushee kee nadiyaan bah nikaleen. usakee jeebh meree choot ke chhed mein, kinaaron par, honthon par, meree klit par, aur yahaan tak ki mere batahol ke munh par bhee andar-baahar gaee.

"isaka svaad bhee achchha hai," usane mere ras ko chaatate hue apane honth chaate.

mainne apanee aankhen band kar leen aur karaahane lagee. pahale dheere se, phir tez aur tez. main lagaataar risatee rahee aur kaanpatee rahee aur karaahatee rahee. aur phir, mera ras nikal gaya. main charam par pahunchee. zor se. yah bahut tez orgejm tha, meree zindagee ka ab tak ka sabase tez. ras kee nadiyaan meree choot se bahakar usake chehare par bhar gaeen.

usane chaata aur chaata aur meree choot se nikal rahe phlooid kee aakhiree boond tak chaat lee. phir usane mere batahol ko chaata, jo bhee phlooid se dhaka hua tha. usane oopar dekha. main khushee se muskuraee. laalaten kee dheemee roshanee mein usaka chehara chamak raha tha.

usakee naak, honth, thuddee aur yahaan tak ki usakee moonchhon par bhee mera safed joos laga hua tha.

“mere saath hee kyon?” usane poochha.

“kya?” main samajh nahin paee.

“mere saath aisa kyon? tumhaara koee boyaphrend to hoga. mere saath hee kyon?” usane poochha.

mainne aah bharee. “mera boyaphrend aalasee aur bevakoof hai. vah mere saath se zyaada samay apane playstation ke saath bitaata hai.”

“vah kya hai?” usane playstation ke baare mein kabhee nahin suna tha.

“veediyo gems,” mainne javaab diya.

vah samajh nahin paaya. lekin vah khada hua aur bola, “chhotee raanee, tumhen yahaan koee andaragaaraments nahin pahanane chaahie. bahut garmee hai. din bhar paavar kat rahata hai. tumhen apane praivet paarts ko saans lene dena chaahie.”
“kya?” main usakee himmat vaalee baat par hans padee.

“haan. andaraviyar se tumhen paseena aaega aur khujalee hogee. jab tak tum is ghar mein ho, kuchh bhee mat pahanana. yahaan mere alaava koee notis karane vaala nahin hai.” usane aage kaha, “tumhen apane praivet paarts zyaada dikhaane chaahie.”

mujhe yakeen nahin ho raha tha ki hamaara 20 saal ka propartee keyaratekar mujhe aisee gandee salaah de raha tha. pichhale 30 minat kee ghatanaon se usaka hausala badha hoga.

“kya iseelie tum andaraviyar nahin pahanate?” mainne usakee himmat ko apanee himmat se milaane kee koshish kee.

“nahin. mainne apanee zindagee mein kabhee andaraviyar nahin pahana. mere gaanv mein jab main bada ho raha tha to kisee ne nahin pahana,” usane javaab diya. “ab, yah aadat ban gaee hai.”

ab mera dhyaan apanee jaanghon se hataakar usakee taraf karane ka samay aa gaya tha. vah mere bistar ke paas khada tha. usakee lungee mein tent pahale jaisa hee bada tha. aur mainne tip par geelepan ka ek bada gol paich dekha. yah usaka pree-kam hona chaahie!

“theek hai, main dekhata hoon tumhaare paas kya hai,” mainne kaha. “apanee baniyaan utaaro.”

usane turant apanee baniyaan utaaree aur farsh par phenk dee. mainne jeetookaaka ka nanga shareer pahale kabhee nahin dekha tha. bachapan se, mainne use shart, kurte aur baniyaan mein dekha hai. usake kandhon, baahon, chhaatee, pet aur peeth par baal the. ghane, ghungharaale, kaale baal.

usaka pet bahut bada tha. aam beeyar vaale pet se bhee bada. lekin mujhe is baat mein zyaada dilachaspee thee ki usake pet ke 6 inch neeche usakee lungee ke peechhe kya chhipa hai.

“ise utaarane do,” mainne kaha. mainne bistar ke kinaare baithakar usakee kamar se lungee kee gaanth hata dee. lungee chupachaap farsh par gir gaee. vaah! main sahee tha! lungee ke neeche jo chhipa tha vah usake pet se bahut bada tha.

ek ghanee baalon vaalee jhaadee. ek bada kaala land seedhe meree taraf tha. aur 2 bade bol – aaloo ke saiz ke – ghane, ghungharaale baalon se dhake hue. jeetookaaka aadhe andhere, aadhe ujaale, aadhe roshan kamare mein ek nange, baalon vaale jaanavar kee tarah khada tha. usake bade kaale ling kee nasen ped kee daaliyon kee tarah baahar nikalee huee theen.
usake ling ka sira laalaten kee roshanee mein chamak raha tha. mainne apanee ungalee se usake sire ko chhua. ek chipachipa, jel jaisa likvid meree ungalee par chipaka hua tha, tab bhee jab mainne use hataaya. yah bahut gaadha pree-kam tha, aur isakee gandh bahut tez thee. main ise chakhana chaahata tha, lekin gandh ne mujhe rok diya.

mainne apana chehara usake ling ke kareeb kiya, aur gandh tez bleech kee tarah tez ho gaee. usake bols se bhee vaisee hee gandh aa rahee thee.

“tumase badaboo aa rahee hai!” mainne kaha aur apana chehara usake ling se hata liya. “yah yahaan neeche amezan renaphorest jaisa hai. tum shev kyon nahin karate?”

“kya shev karate ho?” vah hairaan lag raha tha.

“is jangal ko shev karo,” mainne usakee baalon vaalee jhaadee ko kheencha. “aur apane bols ko. ve oon se dhake aaloo jaise lag rahe hain!”

vah sach mein kanphyoojd lag raha tha. “main ek aadamee hoon. sabhee aadamiyon ke neeche baal hote hain. mujhe shev kyon karanee chaahie? main kaise shev kar sakata hoon? mere gaanv mein koee bhee apane bols shev nahin karata.”

mainne socha, kitana puraana aur anagadh jaanavar hai. vah abhee bhee ston ej mein phansa hua hai. aajakal mard regular apane bols aur groin shev karate hain. lekin usase bahas karane ka koee matalab nahin hai.

"jab tak tum saare baal nahin hataoge, main tumhaara dik nahin choosoongee," mainne gusse mein usase kaha. "aur tumhen apana dik dhona hoga. isase badaboo aa rahee hai."

vah kamare ke doosaree taraph gaya, ek alamaaree kholee, aur kuchh nikaala. phir, vah mere paas aaya aur vah cheez mere haath mein de dee. vah pairaashoot kokonat oyal kee ek chhotee botal thee.

"isaka aur apane haathon ka istemaal karo. mujhe tumhaare munh kee zaroorat nahin hai." yah kahakar, usane meree minee skart phaad dee aur meree tee-shart 2 tezee se utaarakar neeche farsh par phenk dee. "let jao, chehara oopar karo," usane gusse vaalee aavaaz mein hukm diya.

main bistar par pooree tarah se nangee let gaee, usakee aavaaz ke ton mein badalaav se thodee ghabara gaee. vah mere chehare ke theek oopar khada tha. usaka dik seedha aur seedha khada tha.

"mere bols par tel se masaaj karo," usane phir hukm diya.
mainne apanee hatheliyon par tel daala aur usake bols par lagaana shuroo kiya. ve bahut bade the. main unhen apanee hatheliyon mein nahin fit kar pa raha tha. aur ve bhaaree the, bahut bhaaree.

“ab, mere kok kee maalish karo,” usaka agala ordar aaya.

mainne usake kok par tel lagaaya. donon haathon se. aisa laga jaise mainne koee mota lohe ka paip pakada hua hai. tel se sana hua, vah laalaten kee dheemee roshanee mein chamak raha tha.

“ab, ek haath mere kok par aage-peechhe karate raho,” usane ordar diya. “aur doosare haath se mere bols ko ragado.”

mainne vaisa hee kiya jaisa mujhase kaha gaya tha. main mushkil se usake bols ko ek haath se pakad pa raha tha. ve bahut bade the. aur mera chhota sa haath usake ped ke tane jitane bade dik par ek dande jaisa lag raha tha.

“dabaate raho, pamp karate raho. aur tez, aur tez,” jaise-jaise usaka kok sakht aur bada hota gaya, usakee aavaaz tez hotee gaee. pree-kam likvid usake kok ke sire se mere gale aur gardan par tapakane laga. gandh bahut zyaada thee, lekin main laga raha.

kuchh sekand beet gae. kuchh minat beet gae. main usake ling ko hilaatee rahee aur usake andakosh ko dabaatee rahee. mere haathon mein dard hone laga. mujhe thakaan mahasoos hone lagee. jaise hee main haar maanane vaalee thee, usane mere haath ko chodana shuroo kar diya. usane zor se apana ling meree hathelee par rakha.

usane apane andakosh meree ungaliyon par pakade, jo pahale se hee unhen pakade hue theen aur zor se dabaaya. aur phir vah zor se gurraate hue nikala. kisee jaanavar kee tarah. garm, gaadhee kreem kee dhaaren oopar se mere shareer par jharane kee tarah girane lageen.

saphed kreem ke tukade mere gale, stanon, nippalon, naabhi, baalon aur chehare par gire. aur usane aakhiree 2 boonden mere honthon par nichod deen. mainne anajaane mein apana munh khol diya. aur taral padaarth andar chala gaya. yah gaadha, chipachipa, bahut chipachipa tha. aur isamen bleech jaisee tez gandh thee.

jeetookaaka ne pharsh se apanee lungee aur baniyaan uthaee aur kamare se baahar chale gae. unhonne ek shabd bhee nahin kaha. main kuchh der bistar par leta raha aur phir vah laalaten lekar baatharoom chala gaya jo vah peechhe chhod gaya tha.

main sheeshe ke saamane khadee huee aur laalaten oopar uthaee. main khud ko pahachaan nahin pa rahee thee. mere shareer ka har inch hissa gaadhe, saphed seeman se dhaka hua tha. mere baalon, naak, honthon, boobs aur pet par seeman laga tha. seeman kee boonden mere shareer se gond kee tarah chipakee huee theen! ve neeche nahin tapak rahee theen, bas apanee jagah par chipakee huee theen.

main seeman se naha rahee thee. jeetookaaka ne mujhe seeman baath diya tha!

mainne apane chehare se thoda seeman uthaaya aur apanee jeebh par lagaaya. namakeen, chipachipa, kreemee – kya aazaadee ka svaad aisa hee hota hai?

 

[Kara lina]

part-2
main agale din subah jaldee uthee aur naha lee. kal raat, mujhe apane shareer se saara chipachipa seeman dhone ke lie 30 minat tak nahaana pada. aaj subah mainne phir se der tak nahaaya aur naashte ke lie neeche gaee.

subah jaldee bijalee aa gaee thee. lekin abhee bhee bahut garmee thee. isalie, mainne jeetookaaka kee salaah maanane ka phaisala kiya. neeche jaane se pahale, mainne naitee (naitagaun) pahan lee aur bra ya paintee nahin pahanee.

naashta taiyaar tha. mainne jeetookaaka ko “gud morning!” kahakar namaste kiya. unhonne bhee vaise hee namaste kiya. unhonne aaj doosaree lungee aur baniyaan pahanee huee thee.

naashta karate samay, mainne dekha ki vah mere boobs ko ghoor rahe the aur naitee ke neeche se mere nippal dikh rahe the. unaka dhyaan bhatakaane ke lie, mainne poochha, “jeetookaaka, tumhaara kamara kahaan hai?” unhonne javaab diya, “chhat par, tumhaare bedaroom ke theek oopar.”

jaise hee mainne naashta kiya aur oopar apane kamare mein jaane lagee, jeetookaaka ne kaha, “main ab nahaane ja raha hoon. lanch 1.00 baje hoga.” main apane kamare mein gaee, apane mammee-paapa ko fon kiya aur unase baat kee, kuchh doston se baat kee, aur apane boyaphrend ko tekst kiya.

main kal raat kee ghatana ke baare mein sochatee rahee aur bechain hone lagee. meree bechainee ne meree utsukata badha dee. mainne jeetookaaka ko dekhane ke lie chhat par jaane ka faisala kiya. dekhate hain ki unhonne naha liya hai ya nahin.

vahee naitee pahanakar (aur neeche kuchh nahin), main chhat par jaane ke lie seedhiyaan chadhee. aur jo mainne dekha use dekhakar daravaaze par jam gaee.

chhat ke beech mein ek chhota sa kamara tha jisamen ek chhota kichan aur ek chhota baatharoom tha. baatharoom ke saamane – chhat par – jeetookaaka khada tha.

vah bina kapadon ke tha! usake pairon ke paas pairaashoot naariyal tel kee ek badee botal padee thee. vah dhoop mein khada hokar apane shareer par tel laga raha tha.

pahalee baar mainne jeetookaaka ko din ke ujaale mein pooree tarah se nanga dekha. kal raat, yah laalaten kee dheemee roshanee mein tha. is baar, tej dhoop theek unake sir ke oopar chamak rahee thee.
usaka tel se sana hua kaala ling bhee dhoop mein chamak raha tha. vah aadha khada tha. usake bade baalon vaale testikals usakee taangon ke beech neeche latake hue the, maalish karate samay baen-daen hil rahe the.

yah aadamee zyaada lamba nahin tha – lagabhag 5 feet 8 inch, lekin usaka shareer bail jaisa tha. ped jitane mote haath aur taangen, bada gol pet, bade koolhe. aur vah baalon vaala tha. usakee chhaatee, pet, kandhe, haath aur taangen ghane kaale ghungharaale baalon se dhakee huee theen. usakee peeth aur yahaan tak ki usake koolhon par bhee zyaada baal the.

lekin sabase ghane baal usakee taangon ke beech the – usake pyoobis aur testikals ke beech – jo mere boyaphrend ke paas nahin the. (usake bols kleen-shev the aur kroch tha).

achaanak, jeetookaaka kee nazar mujh par padee. ek pal ke lie, vah chup ho gaya. main bhee jamee rahee. phir vah meree taraph muda.

“chhotee raanee, kya tumhen kuchh chaahie?” usane apanee nyooditee chhipaane kee koshish kie bina poochha.

"nahin, main bas tumhaara haalachaal jaanana chaahata tha," mainne javaab diya aur apane kamare kee taraph mud gaya.

"ek minat ke lie yahaan aao," usane kaha.

main usakee taraph chala gaya, mujhe nahin pata tha ki usake man mein kya hai. mujhe bhee nahin pata tha ki mere man mein kya hai. lekin mujhe apanee taangon ke beech geelaapan mahasoos hua.

"kya tum mujh par tel mal sakatee ho?" usane pyaar se poochha.

nahin, mainne sir hilaaya. mujhe koee dikkat nahin hogee. mainne bhee saath dene ka phaisala kiya aur botal se tel apanee hatheliyon par daala.

"yahaan malo," usane apane aadhe khade ling aur andakosh kee or ishaara kiya.

"agar kisee ne hamen dekh liya to?" mainne poochha.

"chinta mat karo. is garmee mein koee chhat par nahin jaega. saath hee, hamaara ghar pados mein sabase ooncha hai. hamaaree chhat pados kee chhaton se nahin dikhatee," usane mujhe bharosa dilaaya.
main usake saamane ghutanon ke bal baith gaee aur donon haathon se usake land par tel malane lagee. mere ghutane zameen par the, aur mera kleevej use dikh raha tha kyonki vah khada tha.

“mainne dekha tumane neeche kuchh nahin pahana hai,” vah muskuraaya aur mere kleevej ko ghoorane laga.

“haan, mainne tumhaaree salaah maanee,” mainne javaab diya. phir jaldee se kaha, “sach mein bahut garmee hai. tum dhoop mein kyon khadee ho?”

“main chhat par rahata hoon. mera kamara yahaan hai. baatharoom yahaan hai. isalie, main yahaan tel lagaata hoon,” usane kaha. usaka shareer ab tel aur paseene se lathapath tha. mujhe bhee paseena aane laga tha.

kuchh hee minaton mein, usaka kaala land sakht aur pooree tarah se khada ho gaya. main use donon haathon se pamp karatee rahee. usake land kee nasen baahar nikal rahee theen, aur vah ek mote lohe ke paip jaisa lag raha tha.

mainne chamadee peechhe kheenchee aur usake land ka gulaabee sira baahar nikaala. usamen pichhalee raat kee gandee badaboo thee. aur us par chipachipee safed parat jamee huee thee, shaayad pichhalee raat ke seemen ke bache hue tukade.

“yyoo! jeetookaaka, yah bahut ganda hai! tumhen ise dhona hoga,” mainne nafarat se kaha.

“main roz tel lagaata hoon,” usane javaab diya, “jaise tum abhee laga rahee ho.”

“tel nahin,” mainne kaha. “tel is safed parat ko chipaka raha hai. ise saabun aur paanee se saaf karana hoga.”

“theek hai, tum kar lo. saabun baatharoom ke andar hai.”

main uthee, baatharoom ke andar gaee, saabun kee ek tikiya aur paanee ka ek mag liya, aur phir se usake saamane ghutanon ke bal baith gaee.

mainne apanee hatheliyon par bahut saara saabun ragada, usake dik par lagaaya, aur sir ko achchhee tarah se saaf kiya. isamen 5 minat lage, lekin jab mainne us par paanee ka mag daala to vah saaf-suthara lag raha tha.

“dekho, ab yah kitana achchha lag raha hai? khushaboo bhee achchhee aa rahee hai,” mainne usase kaha.
“saabun se meree skin draee ho jaatee hai. mujhe tel zyaada pasand hai,” usane beparavaahee se javaab diya.

haan, tumhen lagata hai, tum puraane zamaane ke jaanavar ho, mainne socha.

mainne usake bols par saabun lagaaya aur unhen ragadakar saaf bhee kiya. ve itane bhaaree the ki aisa lag raha tha jaise main 2 bade naariyal utha raha hoon.

“ye itane bhaaree kyon hain?” mainne usase ek jigyaasu bachche kee tarah poochha.

“kyonki inake andar kya hai,” usane sharaarat se javaab diya.

“inake andar kya hai?” mujhe turant ehasaas hua ki yah savaal kitana bevakoophee bhara tha, lekin usane phir bhee javaab diya.

“jo kar rahe ho karate raho, tumhen jald hee pata chal jaega,” vah muskuraaya.

mujhe pata hai. mainne kal raat yah dekha tha. pichhalee raat kisee ne mujhe is tarah se kam se nahin nahalaaya tha.

“kya main tumase kuchh poochh sakata hoon?” mainne poochha. “mera boyaphrend tumhaaree umr ka aadha hai – theek-theek kahoon to meree umr ka – lekin usaka dik aur bols tumhaare dik aur bols se bahut chhote hain. usaka seemen bahut patala aur paanee jaisa bhee hai. tumhaare jitana gaadha nahin. tumhaara seekret kya hai?”

vah kuchh sekand chup raha aur javaab diya, “yah dukh kee baat hai ki aise javaan ladake ka seemen paanee jaisa hota hai. dik ka saiz maayane nahin rakhata. yah har insaan mein alag-alag ho sakata hai, yah hait, umr aur bodee strakchar par nirbhar karata hai. lekin ek aadamee ka seemen gaadha aur bharapoor hona chaahie. yah jitana gaadha hoga, usamen utana hee zyaada seed hoga.”

main usakee baaton par hairaan rah gaee. aisa lag raha tha jaise ye kisee kam padhe-likhe aadamee kee samajhadaaree kee baaten hon jo na to mere boyaphrend jitana sophistiketed tha aur na hee riphaind.

“to, tumhaara seekret kya hai?” mainne phir poochha.

“kya seekret? mujhe nahin pata,” usane javaab diya. “main saada khaana khaata hoon, smoking nahin karata, drink nahin karata, roz tel masaaj karata hoon. kya yahee vajah hai? mujhe nahin pata.”
“theek hai,” main niraash tha ki koee seekret nahin tha.

“desee ghee ho sakata hai,” use achaanak yaad aaya. “mera saara khaana desee ghee mein banata hai.”

“desee ghee? are nahin! yah dil ke lie bura hai,” mainne kaha.

“dil ke lie bura, lekin seemen ke lie achchha,” usane mujhe theek kiya. “desee ghee aadamee mein seed prodakshan badhaata hai.”

kya iseelie jeetookaaka ke bols itane bhaaree hain? desee ghee? usaka pet bhee bahut bada hai, jo shaayad desee ghee kee vajah se hee hoga. yah koee aaidiyal chois nahin lagatee.

“jeetookaaka, mujhe apana rezar aur sheving kreem do. main tumhaaree jhaadiyaan shev karana chaahata hoon,” mainne usase kaha.

“kya? kyon?” vah chaunk gaya.

“yah jangal jaisa dikhata hai,” mainne usake ghane pyoobik heyar ko kheenchate hue javaab diya. “aur isamen se badaboo aa rahee hai. yah anaheldee hai.”

usake pyoobik heyar kee kuchh laten ukhad gaeen aur meree ungaliyon se chipak gaeen, jab mainne unhen kheencha. "dekha? kya gadabad hai!" mainne use dikhaaya.

"nahin," usane zor dekar kaha. "main aisa nahin kar sakata. yah sharmanaak hai. mardon ke neeche ghane baal hone chaahie. shahar ke log shaayad aisa karate hon, lekin yahaan gaanv mein isakee ijaazat nahin hai."

mujhe ehasaas hua ki usase bahas karane ka koee matalab nahin hai. mardaanagee ko lekar usake apane puraane khyaal the. mainne baat badal dee.

"theek hai, to main shev kar loon," mainne usase kaha. "mere neeche baal ugane lage hain. aur vahaan khujalee ho rahee hai."

"haan, tum kar sakatee ho," vah turant maan gaya. "auraten shev kie hue praivet paarts ke saath zyaada achchhee lagatee hain. khaasakar tum jaisee shahar kee javaan ladakiyaan."

vah apane baatharoom mein gaya aur ek mag paanee, sheving kreem kee ek tyoob, ek sheving brash aur ek plaastik ka do bled vaala rezar lekar vaapas aaya.
“aaeena? mujhe ek aaeena chaahie,” mainne usase kaha.

“aaeena baatharoom kee deevaar par laga hai. sirf haath mein pakadane vaala aaeena tumhaare bedaroom mein hai,” usane javaab diya. “neeche jaane kee zaroorat nahin hai. main tumhaaree shev kar doonga.”

mainne hairaanee se usakee taraph dekha. usakee aankhon mein havas thee aur hothon par ek gandee muskaan thee. usaka nanga tel se sana hua ling khambhe kee tarah akada hua tha, aur usake bols veery se bhare hue lag rahe the.

“theek hai,” mainne sharmaate hue javaab diya. “pahale kisee ne meree shev nahin kee.”

asal mein, main apanee pusee aur ais vaiks karatee thee, lekin mainne isaka zikr nahin kiya kyonki vah ‘vaiksing’ nahin samajhata tha.

“main ise theek se karoonga. tum dekh lena,” jeetookaaka apane kamare se ek bedasheet le aaya aur mere saamane farsh par bichha dee. “apanee naitee utaaro,” usane kaha.

“kya yah zarooree hai?” mainne poochha. “mainne neeche kuchh nahin pahana hai.” mainne use dikhaane ke lie naitee apanee kamar tak oopar kheench lee.

meree nangee choot dekhakar usakee aankhon mein chamak aa gaee. lekin usane kaha, “tumhaaree naitee gandee ho jaegee. tumhaare aur mere haathon par tel laga hai. mujhe ise utaarane do.”

ek jhatake mein, usane meree naitee uthaee, use mere sir ke oopar se kheencha, aur bedasheet par phenk diya. main ab chhat par din ke ujaale mein bilkul nangee khadee thee. jeetookaaka kee aankhen ab vaasana se bhar gaee theen. mujhe apanee nyooditee par sharm aa rahee thee.

“bedasheet par pet ke bal let jao,” usane ordar diya. “tumhaaree peeth oopar honee chaahie.”

main bedasheet par munh ke bal let gaee. meree peeth ab dhoop mein thee.

“apane hips oopar uthao,” usaka doosara ordar aaya. mera dil tezee se dhadakane laga. vah kya karane ka plaan bana raha tha? hichakichaate hue, mainne apane bat oopar uthae lekin apane pair band rakhe.

mera chehara, boobs aur haath bedasheet par neeche kee or the. meree kamar aur bat oopar kee or uthe hue the, jinhen mere ghutanon ka saport tha.
“apanee taangen phailao,” usaka teesara ordar aaya.

main hichakichaee. mujhe apanee taangen hips oopar karake phailaana theek nahin laga. mainne apanee taangen thodee phailaeen. vah meree taangon ke beech ghutanon ke bal baith gaya aur apane haathon se meree donon taangen pakad leen. usane unhen aur chauda kiya – meree baeen taang ko apane baen haath se aur meree daeen taang ko apane daahine haath se.

usaka chehara beech mein tha, theek mere aisahol ke oopar. kuchh sekand tak kuchh nahin hua. phir mujhe apanee pusee par usakee saans mahasoos huee. vah soongh raha tha! phir se!

“tum kya kar rahe ho?” mainne chidhakar poochha. “tum hamesha idhar-udhar kyon soonghate rahate ho?”

“bahut achchhee khushaboo aa rahee hai,” usane bina sharm ke javaab diya. “mainne pahale kabhee itanee phresh aur saaph pusee kee khushaboo nahin lee. gaanv kee ladakiyon kee shev kee huee pusee itanee meethee khushaboo vaalee nahin hotee.”

usakee ashleelata ne mujhe chaunka diya. main is aadamee ko apanee pooree zindagee se jaanatee hoon. use kabhee paravart nahin samajha.

“tum sach mein badee ho gaee ho, chhotee raanee,” usane kaha. usane apanee ungaliyon se meree pusee ke honthon ko dabaaya, jisase chhed band ho gaya. un honthon se turant namee tapakane lagee. “tumhaaree pusee soojee huee aur geelee hai. mainne apanee zindagee mein itanee geelee nahin dekhee.”

isase pahale ki main kuchh kar paatee, usane apanee jeebh se meree pusee ke honthon ko chaatana shuroo kar diya. kuchh hee sekand mein, main vah sab bhool gaee jo usane kaha tha. usake chaatane se main doosaree duniya mein pahunch gaee.

usane meree pusee ko baahar se chaata, phir chhed khola aur apanee jeebh andar daal dee. main khud par kaaboo nahin rakh paee aur zor-zor se karaahane lagee. mera joos aasaanee se bahane laga. jaise-jaise usakee jeebh mere chhed mein aur andar jaatee gaee, main aur geelee hotee gaee. aur choosane kee aavaaz badhatee gaee, saath hee meree karaahen bhee.

chhat par, dopahar kee tez dhoop mein, tez garmee kee lahar ke beech, jeetookaaka ne meree pusee ke chhed ko ghanton tak jeebh se choda. mera kam se kam teen baar klaimeks hua aur mera joos usake chehare, naak aur honthon par phail gaya.

jab vah aakhirakaar ruka, to mere pair kaanp rahe the. main ab aur apanee gaand oopar nahin utha pa rahee thee. thakaan se mere pair toot gae the, aur mera shareer paseene se lathapath tha. mainne usakee taraph dekha. usaka chehara bhee paseene aur mere saphed ras se lathapath tha.
usane apana chehara chaata, apanee ungalee se apanee naak aur gaalon se joos ponchha aur use apane munh mein daal liya. use aisa laga jaise garmee ke din mein aaisakreem ka maza le raha ho.

usane mujhe saans lene aur sambhalane diya. kuchh minat baad, usane kaha, “theek hai, chalo shev karate hain. apane hips phir se oopar uthao.”

“oh nahin, phir se nahin. aaj nahin. main thak gaee hoon,” mainne usase guzaarish kee.

“chinta mat karo. yah kuchh hee minaton mein khatm ho jaega. main tumhen shev karane ke alaava kuchh nahin karoonga. mera vaada hai.”

na chaahate hue, mainne apane hips phir se oopar uthae. phir apane pair phailae. jeetookaaka ne brash par sheving kreem lee, use paanee ke mag mein duboya aur meree gaand par lagaana shuroo kar diya.

gol-gol ghumaate hue, usane brash ko seedhe mere batahol par ghumaaya. brash ke baal mere bat ko tab tak gudaguda rahe the jab tak ki ek gaadha jhaag nahin ban gaya. usane brash ko meree pusee par bhee ragada, vahaan bhee mujhe gudagudee ho rahee thee. meree gaand aur choot donon ab sheving kreem se dhakee huee theen.

jeetookaaka ne plaastik ka rezar mere gaand ke chhed ke donon taraf chalaaya aur mere chehare ke saamane laakar mujhe dikhaaya. usamen meree gaand ke chhote-chhote baal sheving kreem mein mile hue the. phir usane rezar meree slit ke donon kinaaron par neeche kee or chalaaya aur mere pyoobis tak pahuncha.

yah 5 minat se bhee kam samay mein khatm ho gaya. meree choot, choot aur gaand sab saaf shev ho gae the.

"tumhaare bina baalon vaale chhed sundar lag rahe hain," jeetookaaka ne apanee hatheliyon par naariyal ka tel daalate hue taareef kee. phir usane shev kee huee jagahon par tel lagaana shuroo kar diya.

"tel ka yah kya junoon hai?" mujhe gussa aaya. main pahale se hee paseene se lathapath thee, tez dhoop mein nangee letee thee, aur vah mere chhedon par tel mal raha tha!

"tumhen tel aur soonghane ka junoon hai," mainne uthane kee koshish karate hue usase kaha.

“yah aapake sensitiv hisson ke lie achchha hai, khaasakar shev ke baad,” usane javaab diya aur mujhe bedasheet par peechhe dhakel diya. is baar mera chehara neeche tha, lekin mere koolhe zameen ke leval par the, oopar nahin.
usane mere pair aur phailae, unake beech mein aakar apanee ungaliyon se mere chootad phailae. usane mere chootad, koolhon aur gaand ke chhed kee daraar mein tel mal diya. phir usane apanee beech vaalee ungalee seedhe mere chootad mein daal dee. thodee see. lekin main uchhal padee.

“aaj ke lie bahut ho gaya. mujhe jaane do,” mainne usase kaha, “mujhe ab nahaana hai.”

“baad mein. pahale, mujhe tumhaare chhed saaf karane do.” yah kahakar, usane mujhe phir se neeche dhakela aur apanee beech vaalee ungalee mere chootad mein phir se daal dee. is baar thodee aur andar.

“aauch! nahin, vahaan nahin,” mainne virodh karane kee koshish kee. lekin usakee tel se sanee ungalee mere tel se bheege chootad mein aasaanee se kuchh senteemeetar andar chalee gaee. bahut zyaada dard nahin hua, lekin vahaan chhua jaana ajeeb laga.

tab tak kisee ne mere chootad ko nahin chheda tha. mere boyaphrend ne bhee nahin. jeetookaaka us din chilachilaatee dopahar kee dhoop mein mere chootad ko ungalee se chodane vaala pahala aadamee tha.

vah apanee ungalee dheere-dheere, bahut dheere-dheere andar daalata raha. har dhakke ke saath thoda aur andar. usane apanee ungalee mere batahol ke chaaron or aise ghumaee jaise kuchh dhoondh raha ho.
mainne apanee aankhen band kar leen. shuruaatee takaleef kee jagah thoda aur mazedaar ehasaas hua.
kuchh hee minaton mein, meree choot ichchha se geelee ho gaee. yah mahasoos karate hue, usane apana tel se sana angootha meree choot ke andar daal diya. aur dheere-dheere andar daalane laga. ab meree 2 ungaliyaan andar theen – usakee beech vaalee ungalee mere gaand ke chhed ke andar aur usaka angootha meree choot ke andar.
“tumhaare chhed bahut chhote hain!” usane kaamukata se kaha aur baaree-baaree se apanee ungaliyaan andar daalane laga. mera safed ras meree geelee choot se nikalakar chaadar par bah raha tha. dabaav bahut zyaada tha, isalie main chhatapataane aur kaampane lagee.
“tum machhalee kee tarah chhatapata rahee ho!” usane kaha.
jab bhee vah apanee ungaliyaan andar daalata tha, to mere chhedon se ek gandee ‘poch poch’ kee aavaaz aane lagatee thee.
“pleez ruko. ab aur nahin,” mainne aankhen band karake usase vinatee kee. ek hee samay mein donon chhedon mein ungalee daalana mere lie naya tha. yah bahut zyaada tha!
“theek hai, main ek shart par rukoonga,” usane kaha. “main tumhen apane chochk par poore ghar mein ghumaoonga.”

“kya?” mainne aadhe hosh mein poochha. samajh nahin aaya ki usaka kya matalab hai.

usane apanee ungaliyaan mere chhedon se nikaaleen aur mujhe apanee taraph kar liya. main ab usakee taraph peeth ke bal leta hua tha.

“tum mere chochk par baithogee. ise apane andar lo. aur main tumhen aise hee uthaakar poore ghar mein ghumaoonga,” usane kaha.

mujhe abhee bhee apane kaanon par yakeen nahin ho raha tha. “tumhaara matalab hai ki tum mere andar rahogee….”

“poore samay, haan,” usane meree baat pooree karate hue kaha, “main tumhen apane haathon se sahaara nahin doonga ya pakadoonga nahin. sirph mera chochk. yah andar rahega aur tumhen poore ghar mein ghumaega – har kamare mein.”

ab main thoda normal mahasoos kar raha tha, isalie main hansane laga. “yah mumakin nahin hai. mera vazan 52 kilo hai.”

“yah mumakin hai. agar main phel ho gaya, to tum jo chaaho karane ke lie aazaad ho,” usane konphidens se javaab diya. “lekin agar main jeet gaya, to main jo chaahoon vo karane ke lie aazaad ho jaoonga. baad mein.”

sunane mein mushkil lag raha hai lekin mazedaar hai. kya vah aisa kar sakata hai?

“lekin 2 sharten hain,” usane aage kaha. “mera dik tumhaare andar pooree tarah hona chaahie – aadha nahin, 70% nahin – balki pooree tarah se andar. aur doosaree baat, jab main tumhen uthaoonga to tum oopar-neeche nahin ho sakatee.”

main usakee himmat dekhakar hairaan rah gaya. yah ek ajeeb prapozal tha, bahut hee badatameezee vaala. lekin ek mazedaar chailenj jaisa lag raha tha. main bhaaree nahin tha, lekin 52 kilo vazan halka nahin hota. mujhe yakeen tha ki vah phel ho jaega.

“theek hai, agar main isake lie maan jaata hoon, to main jo chaahoon kar sakata hoon, jisamen tumhaaree jhaadiyaan shev karana bhee shaamil hai?” mainne poochha.

“haan, lekin sirf tabhee jab main phel ho jaoon,” usane javaab diya. “lekin tum poore samay oopar ya neeche nahin ho sakatee.”

“aisa kyon?”

“kyonki agar tum mere kok par oopar-neeche karogee, to main kam ho sakata hoon,” usane samajhaaya, “aur phir main ghar ka toor poora nahin kar paoonga.”

“lekin tum kandom pahanoge, hai na?” mainne bechainee se poochha.

“kandom? kaun sa kandom? mainne kabhee kandom yooz nahin kiya,” usane taalate hue kaha.

beshak, tumane nahin kiya hai, mainne socha. tum abhee bhee ston ej mein phanse ho. lekin ab mujhe chinta ho rahee thee. “jab tak tum kandom nahin pahanoge, ham yah nahin kar sakate,” mainne usase kaha. “main risk nahin le sakata.”

“is ghar mein koee kandom nahin hai, chhotee raanee. lekin chinta mat karo. main apana seed tumhaare andar nahin daaloonga,” usane mujhe bharosa dilaaya. “yah ek vaada hai. aur agar mainne aisa kiya, to main kal tumhaare lie phaarmesee se ek golee la doonga.”

 

[Kara lina]

part-3
mainne usakee aankhon mein dekha. ve shaant aur bharosa dilaane vaalee theen. vah sachcha lag raha tha. mainne us par yakeen karane ka phaisala kiya. kyon? mujhe nahin pata.

shaayad yah prapozal ka romaanch tha, chailenj jeetane ka mauka tha, ya sirf jismaanee ichchha thee. mainne haan mein sir hilaaya.

"apana vaada yaad rakhana," mainne use yaad dilaaya.

vah muskuraaya aur bedasheet par let gaya, usaka dik aasamaan kee taraf tha. lagabhag dopahar ho chukee thee, haalaanki mujhe samay ka dhyaan nahin tha.

"dheere se baitho aur ise andar lo," usane apane kade dik kee taraf ishaara kiya.

main usake oopar khadee ho gaee, donon taraf pair karake aur dheere-dheere neeche ho gaee. usane ek haath se apana kok aise pakada hua tha jaise koee rod pakad raha ho. vah tel se sana hua tha aur dopahar kee dhoop mein chamak raha tha.

jaise hee meree pusee lips ne usake kok ke sire ko chhua, mujhe apanee galatee ka ehasaas hua. meree pusee opaning bahut chhotee thee, aur usaka dik bahut bada tha. yah andar nahin jaega.

“apanee ungaliyon se apane honth phailao,” vah meree pareshaanee samajh gaya. “apana chhed kholo.”

mainne jaisa kaha gaya vaisa hee kiya. lekin chhed abhee bhee bahut chhota tha. main mushkil se usake ling ka sira chhed ke andar le paee thee ki vah phans gaya.

“yah phans gaya hai!” mainne usase kaha.

“thoda aur neeche dabao,” vah muskuraaya. “tumhaare chhed ke andar kaaphee tel aur ras hai. chinta mat karo.”

vah sahee tha. mainne us par apane shareer ka aur vazan daala, aur usake ling par lage tel ne poore sire ko andar jaane mein madad kee. thoda aur shareer ka vazan aur ek inch aur andar chala gaya. usake mote mote land ko pooree tarah se mere andar jaane mein bahut samay laga. itana bada, ya itana sakht, ya itana mota kuchh bhee meree choot mein kabhee nahin gaya tha.
us rod ne meree pusee kee andar kee deevaaron aur baahar ke honthon ko soch se bhee zyaada phaila diya. mere andar itanee badee cheez hone se main saaf taur par asahaj mahasoos kar rahee thee, aur usane aakhir mein thoda oopar kee or dhakka dekar use pooree tarah andar daal diya. dard hua, lekin mainne dard sah liya.

“apanee baahen mere kandhon par lapeto,” usane uthate hue kaha, “aur apanee taangen meree kamar par lapeto.”

mainne donon kiya. vah khada hua. aur achaanak, main hava mein tairane lagee!

meree baahen usake kandhon par lipat gaeen, mere pair sahaare ke lie usakee kamar par lipat gae. jeetookaaka chalane laga. usake haath aazaad the, mujhe bilkul bhee pakade nahin the. vah seedhiyon se neeche 2nd phlor par aaya aur 1st phlor aur phir graund phlor par neeche jaata raha.

vah living room, baalakanee, kichan, baatharoom aur stor room mein gaya. mujhe jo ehasaas hua, main use bata nahin sakatee. ek aadamee kee baahon mein ghar mein ghoomana, apane aap mein ek bahut achchha ehasaas hai. lekin usake kok se ghoomana kisee zabaradast ehasaas se kam nahin hai.

is aadamee ke land mein bahut taakat thee! usane graund phlor ka toor poora kiya aur seedhiyaan chadhakar 1st phlor par chala gaya. vah har kamare, baalakanee aur baatharoom mein gaya aur har ek mein lagabhag ek minat bitaaya. romaanch, eksaitament aur yakeen na hone kee vajah se main itanee geelee ho gaee ki meree choot ka ras bahane laga.

main aahen bharane lagee. dheere se. aakhir mein, vah 2nd phlor par aaya, mere bedaroom mein aaya aur sheeshe ke saamane khada ho gaya. usane sheeshe kee taraph ishaara kiya, aur mainne dekhane ke lie apana sir ghumaaya. sheeshe mein jo imej mainne dekhee, vah hamesha meree yaad mein rahegee.

jeetookaaka sheeshe mein ek bade baalon vaale jaanavar jaisa lag raha tha. usake haath usakee kamar par the, usaka land mere andar gaayab ho gaya tha, aur sirph usake bols dikh rahe the. ve mere choot ke ras mein bheege hue the. main itanee geelee thee ki mera ras usake bols tak tapak raha tha, neeche pharsh par tapak raha tha.

main ek chhotee ladakee kee tarah lag rahee thee jo ped ke tane ko gale laga rahee ho. aur bahut kamajor aur chhotee mahasoos kar rahee thee. aisa lag raha tha jaise mere 52 kg ke shareer ka koee matalab nahin hai! achaanak, is adhed umr ke mote keyaratekar ne mere man, shareer aur aatma ko pooree tarah se kantrol kar liya. usake baad mera konphidens kabhee vaapas nahin aaya.
jeetookaaka mujhe phir se chhat par le gaya. usane apana dik nikaale bina mujhe dhyaan se bedasheet par lita diya. vah abhee bhee mere andar tha. aur main svarg mein thee.

“to? mainne chailenj jeet liya,” vah ek vinar kee tarah muskuraaya. mainne apana sir hilaaya. “ab, main jo chaahoon kar sakatee hoon,” usane kaha.

“tumhen kya chaahie?” mainne ghabaraakar poochha.

“main tumhen apana seed bhar dena chaahata hoon,” usane josh mein kaha.

“kya?” main ghabara gaee. “nahin jeetookaaka, main sirf 19 saal ka hoon.”

“tum pake hue aur raseele ho,” usane javaab diya.

mainne usakee aankhon mein dekha. usaka yahee matalab tha. vah apana saara ‘seed’ mere andar daalana chaahata tha. usane chailenj jeet liya. usane man bana liya tha. yah hone vaala tha.

“lekin main pregnent nahin ho sakatee!” mainne dheere se vinatee kee.

“main kal tumhen lokal phaarmesee se ek golee dila doonga,” usane mujhe bharosa dilaaya.

mainne dar aur ummeed mein apanee aankhen band kar leen. usane apana ling mere andar se baahar nikaalana shuroo kar diya. dheere-dheere. bahut dheere-dheere. usane poora baahar nikaala aur phir andar daalana shuroo kar diya. phir se dheere-dheere. bahut dheere-dheere. itana dheere ki main 10 tak gin sakatee thee, isase pahale ki vah pooree tarah andar jaata. aur phir 10 sekand, isase pahale ki vah pooree tarah baahar hota.

jeetookaaka ne ek ghante tak meree choot ke saath khela. 10 sekand tak dheere-dheere andar daala, phir 10 sekand tak dheere-dheere baahar nikaala. mujhe dard kam aur maza zyaada aaya kyonki usaka ling slo moshan mein andar-baahar ho raha tha.

main karaah uthee aur jhad gaee, jhad gaee aur karaah uthee. mainne baar-baar apane saphed ras se chaadar ko bhar diya. mujhe samay ka pata nahin chala, khud par kantrol nahin raha, aur mere lav kainaal ko chhodakar shareer ke har hisse mein sanasanee nahin rahee.
aakhirakaar, bahut der baad, usane apana seemen mere andar daal diya. usaka dischaarj itana zyaada tha ki usake uthane aur chhat se jaane ke baad bhee, usaka kreemee safed phlooid ek ghante se zyaada samay tak meree pusee se nikalata raha.

shaam ho chukee thee jab main bedasheet se uthee aur apanee naitee uthaee. sooraj pahale hee doob chuka tha. mere pair mehanat aur zabaradast anubhav se kaamp rahe the. mera shareer paseene se lathapath tha. isase pahale ki main apane kamare tak pahunchane ke lie seedhiyaan chadh paatee, jeetookaaka mujhe dekhane aaya.

usane mere pair kaampate hue dekhe aur turant mujhe apanee baahon mein utha liya. vah mujhe mere kamare mein le gaya, phir mere baatharoom mein. usane mujhe shovar ke neeche litaaya aur use chaaloo kar diya. usane mere poore shareer par saabun lagaaya, saara tel dhoya, aur mere chhed saaf kie. mujhamen khade hone kee taakat nahin thee.

usane mujhe taulie se sukhaaya aur phir se graund flor par daining room mein le gaya. jab main chhat par letee thee aur meree pusee se seemen tapak raha tha, tab usane dinar bana liya tha. main daining cheyar par bina kapadon ke baithee aur dinar kiya. mainne aaj lanch nahin kiya tha. subah naashta karane ke baad se main chhat par thee.

dinar ke baad, jeetookaaka mujhe god mein uthaakar chhat par apane kamare mein le gae. "tum chalane kee haalat mein nahin ho, isalie aaj raat yaheen so jao," unhonne mujhe bistar par litaate hue kaha. "agar tumhen kuchh chaahie to mujhe jaga dena."

vah pharsh par let gae jabaki main unake bistar par so gaee. jab main agalee subah uthee, to mujhe takiye ke paas garbhanirodhak goliyon kee ek strip milee, jis par jeetookaaka ka haath se likha ek not tha, "ise apane paas rakhana. tumhen isakee zaroorat padegee."

din 3

mainne not padha, strip se ek golee nikaalee, use paanee ke saath nigal liya aur chaaron or dekha. main jeetookaaka ke kamare mein, unake bistar par thee. subah ho chukee thee, aur vah kaheen nahin dikh rahe the.

achaanak, mujhe apanee taangon ke beech kuchh hilata hua mahasoos hua. kuchh daraavana. meree choot par ek tarah kee gudagudee. mainne neeche dekha to ek chhota sa kaala keeda meree yoni mein ghusata hua dikha.
are nahin! yah kya hai? cheentee? ya kuchh aur? isase pahale ki main kuchh soch paatee aur use baahar nikaal paatee, vah mere chhed mein ghus chuka tha. main ghabara gaee aur jaldee se use baahar nikaalane ke lie apanee ungalee daalee. lekin bahut der ho chukee thee. keeda andar gaayab ho chuka tha!

main bistar se uchhal padee. main pharsh par kood gaee. mainne ghabaraahat mein apane haath-pair phenke. aur phir mujhe phir se gudagudee mahasoos huee, is baar meree yoni mein gaharaee tak. cheentee andar aur andar ja rahee thee!

main bistar ke kinaare par baith gaee, apane pair phailae, aur apanee ungalee pooree tarah se apanee yoni mein daal dee. mainne idhar-udhar tatola, use dhoondhane kee koshish kee aur baahar nikaal liya. lekin koee phaayada nahin hua. mainne apanee ungalee baahar nikaalee, aur us par kal chhode gae jeetookaaka ke seemen ke thode se hisse ke alaava kuchh nahin tha.

“jeetookaaka!” main ghabaraahat mein chillaee, “jaldee aao.”

vah neeche se daudata hua aaya. “main kichan mein tha. kya hua?”

“kuchh mere andar chala gaya….” mainne apanee pusee kee taraph ishaara kiya, ditel mein nahin bata paee kyonki main abhee bhee shok mein thee.

“andar se kya matalab hai?” vah hairaan lag raha tha.

“koee keeda, shaayad koee cheentee. mujhe nahin pata,” main chilla rahee thee.

usane turant mujhe bed ke kinaare par bithaaya aur apane haathon se meree taangon ko jitana ho sake phailaaya. phir usane apanee beech vaalee ungalee tel mein duboee aur bina kisee vorning ke, use seedhe meree puseehol mein daal diya.

agale 5 minat tak, usakee motee ungalee meree geelee kanaal ke andar gol-gol ghoomatee rahee, baen-daen, oopar-neeche, kabhee-kabhee zor se. mujhe bechainee, halka dard aur bahut geelaapan mahasoos hua, lekin zyaadaatar is baat kee chinta thee ki kya hoga.

phir usane apanee ungalee baahar nikaalee aur mere saamane rakhee. vah tel aur mere geelepan se sanee huee thee, lekin koee keeda nahin tha.

“ab kya hoga?” meree chinta badh gaee. “ise baahar nikaalo, kuchh karo!”
“kya hai? cheentee?” jeetookaaka ne poochha. “yah andar kaise aa gaya?”

“yah bas rengakar andar aa gaya. aur kaise? yah sab tumhaaree galatee hai. tumane mujhe paintee na pahanane ko kaha tha. dekho kya hua hai,” main chillaee.

vah kuchh sekand chup raha aur phir javaab diya, “keeda tumhaaree choot kee gandh aur joos se atraikt hua hoga. isamen meree kya galatee hai? ise baahar nikaalane ka bas ek hee tareeka hai. tumhen kam karana hoga.”

“kya?” mujhe usakee baat par yakeen nahin hua.

“yah kaise kaam karega?”

“theek hai, yah apane aap baahar nahin aaega. isalie, hamen ise baahar nikaalana hoga,” usane samajhaaya. “tumhaara joos ise baahar nikaal sakata hai.”

mainne ek sekand socha, phir besabree se javaab diya, “to karo. jaldee. bhagavaan jaane yah kitana andar chala gaya hai. main nahin chaahatee ki yah ab aur vaheen rahe.”

jeetookaaka ne meree klit mein ungalee karana shuroo kar diya. tezee se. phir zor se. vah har sekand apanee speed badhaata ja raha tha. kuchh hee sekand mein, main zor-zor se karaahane lagee. meree pusee bahut geelee aur geelee ho gaee thee. kuchh hee minaton mein, mera klaimeks ho gaya.

meree pusee se safed likvid nikala, aur meree jaanghon aur pairon se bahakar bistar par, aur aakhir mein farsh par aa gaya. main thakakar bistar par gir padee, aur aadhee behosh ho gaee. jeetookaaka cheentee ko dhoondhane ke lie ghutanon ke bal baitha, ummeed thee ki vah meree pusee ke ras mein mil jaegee. lekin vah niraash lag raha tha.

“vah yahaan nahin hai,” usane kaha, “abhee bhee andar hee hogee.”

“dhat tere kee!” mainne gaalee dee. itanee koshish aur phir bhee koee nateeja nahin. main niraash mahasoos kar rahee thee.

“ek aakhiree opshan hai,” jeetookaaka ne kaha, “agar vah kaam nahin karata hai, to kuchh aur nahin karega.”

“kaun sa opshan? batao.”
“pahale ise maarane ke lie hamen kuchh bada aur mazaboot daalana hoga. jab tak yah zinda rahega, baahar nahin aaega,” usane kaha. “aur ise maarane ke baad, hamen ise baahar nikaalana hoga, is baar zyaada joos ke saath.”

“matalab….” mainne usaka man padhane kee koshish kee.

“mujhe ise apane ling se maarana hoga. phir tumhaare andar apana seemen bhar doonga. yahee aakhiree opshan bacha hai.”

mainne apanee aankhen band kar leen – niraasha, phrastreshan ya sharm se – main bata nahin pa rahee thee. kya mujhe us keede ko baahar nikaalane ke lie jeetookaaka se phir se chudavaana hoga? mujhe sichueshan kee niraasha ka ehasaas hua aur mainne sahamati mein sir hilaaya. mainne praarthana kee ki is baar yah kaam kar jae.

jeetookaaka ne mujhe bistar ke kinaare par lita diya aur mere pair donon taraf phaila die. vah mere pairon ke beech farsh par khada ho gaya aur apane sakht kaale rod ko mere phisalan bhare chhed ke munh par chhua.

“isase dard ho sakata hai, daro mat.” yah kahate hue, usane ek zoradaar dhakka aage kee or diya. main dard se cheekh padee jab usaka bada land bina kisee vorning ke meree mulaayam pusee mein ghus gaya. usane 5 sekand intazaar kiya, phir dobaara andar ghusa diya. main dard se paagal ho gaee.

kal, chhat par, vah dheema aur aaraam se tha. lekin ab, vah jangalee aur beraham tha, ek monstar kee tarah. jab main is zoradaar dhakke ko jhelane kee koshish kar rahee thee to meree aankhon se aansoo bah nikale. “dheere karo. dard ho raha hai!” main chillaee. lekin vah karata raha.

“mujhe ise maarana hai, dheere nahin kar sakata,” usane javaab diya. “main aadha andar hoon.”

bas aadha? aur mujhe laga jaise main pahale hee mar gaee hoon. ek baar jab vah poora andar chala jaega to kya hoga?

usake dhakke aur tez, jangalee aur khuradure ho gae. mera dard aur tez, gambheer aur bardaasht ke baahar ho gaya. mera poora shareer kaanp raha tha, mere boobs hil rahe the, meree cheekhen tez ho gaeen, aur meree peshaab jalane lagee. yah itanee der tak chalata raha ki mujhe samay ka pata hee nahin chala.

“thap! thap!” usake bade bhaaree bols mere bat par thapathapa rahe the aur ajeeb aavaaz kar rahe the. vah itanee zor se andar-baahar ho raha tha ki mujhe har sekand usaka haard blaik rod mere sarviks se takaraata hua mahasoos ho raha tha. usake dik mein shaitaanee taakat thee. vah insaan jaisa mahasoos nahin ho raha tha.
30 minat tak zor-zor se meree choot ko chodane aur barbaad karane ke baad, jeetookaaka ne apana seemen nikaala aur mere andar bhar diya. main bina hile-dule, saans phoolee huee aur thodee behosh padee thee. usaka gaadha chipachipa phlooid meree choot se bahakar mere pairon se neeche pharsh par girane laga.

“mil gaya!” vah eksaitament mein chillaaya aur apanee ungaliyon se meree jaangh se kuchh uthaaya.

main mushkil se apanee aankhen kholakar dekh pa rahee thee. yah ek chhote se kaale dhabbe jaisa lag raha tha – shaayad cheentee jaisa – jo kreemee saphed seemen se dhaka hua tha. bechaaree hil nahin rahee thee, shaayad mar gaee hogee, ya to chodane se ya doobane se.

main selibret karane kee haalat mein nahin thee. eksaperiment ke kaam karane se mujhe raahat milee, lekin main aaraam se baithakar saans lene kee haalat mein nahin thee. mujhe kabhee itanee buree tarah se nahin choda gaya. aaj tak nahin.

din 4

main agalee subah jeetookaaka ke bistar par uthee. phir se. mujhe yaad nahin aa raha tha ki main yahaan kaise pahunch gaee. pichhala din bahut dhundhala sa lag raha tha. subah berahamee se pitaee ke baad mujhe mushkil se yaad aa raha tha ki poore din kya hua tha. kya main so gaee? kya mainne nahaaya? kya khaaya? mujhe kuchh yaad nahin tha.

mainne aas-paas dekha. bedasheet kal jaisee hee thee. us par seemen ke daag the – bade, gol dhabbe – bahut saare. mujhe farsh par bhee seemen ke daag mile. jeetookaaka ne kal se farsh saaf nahin kiya tha aur na hee bedasheet badalee thee.

mainne ghar se laaya hua ek naya naitagaun pahana hua tha. kya mainne khud pahana tha? main javaab paane ke iraade se neeche gaee. khaane ke saath-saath – mujhe bhookh bhee lag rahee thee.

jeetookaaka kichan mein khaana bana rahe the. mujhe dekhakar, unhonne mudakar kaha, naashta taiyaar hai. bred, jaim, batar, chaay.”

mujhe itanee bhookh lagee thee ki mainne unake haath se naashte kee plet lee aur kichan mein khade hokar khaana shuroo kar diya.

“jeetookaaka, main aaj subah tumhaare bistar par kaise aa gaee?” mainne unase poochha.
“chhotee raanee, tumhaaree tabeeyat theek nahin thee,” usane javaab diya, “isalie mainne tumhen nahalaaya, tumhaare kapade badale aur apane kamare mein le gaya.”

jaisa mainne socha tha, lekin mujhe kal kee koee yaad nahin thee.

“tumane apane kamare mein na to pharsh saaph kiya hai aur na hee bedasheet badalee hai,” mainne chaay ke saath naashta karate hue usase kaha.

“samay nahin tha. mujhe tumhaare chhed dhone aur saaph karane the,” usane besharmee se javaab diya. phir usane meree naitee uthaee, mere nange bat ko dekha aur kaha, “tumhaara din bhar paanee tapak raha tha. mujhe tumhen 5 baar dhona pada. ab tum saaph dikh rahee ho.”

main usakee baaton aur mere nange bat par usakee havas bharee nazaron se sharminda thee. phir mainne usakee lungee ke neeche kroch eriya mein jaana-pahachaana bada ubhaar dekha.

“tumhaara din mein kitanee baar haard hota hai?” mainne utsukata se poochha.

“aamataur par 5 – 6 baar. lekin jis din se tum aaee ho, yah badhakar 10 – 12 baar ho gaya hai,” usane javaab diya.

din mein 10 – 12 baar! yah ek adhed umr ke aadamee ke lie ajeeb lag raha tha. ajeeb bhee.

“aur us sichueshan mein tum kya karate ho?” mainne poochha.

“main chhed dhoondhata hoon.” yah kahakar, usane apanee ungalee kisaan jaim ke jaar mein duboee aur meree pusee par jaim lagaane laga.

main uchhal padee. “nahin, jeetookaaka. vahaan nahin! abhee bhee dard ho raha hai. yah chotil aur soojee huee hai.”

“lekin ab mujhe chhed chaahie. main haard ho gaya hoon,” vah ada raha. “theek hai, to mujhe isaka svaad lene do.”

vah kichan ke pharsh par baith gaya jabaki main khadee rahee. usane meree pusee par jaim kee kuchh boonden lagaeen aur chaatane laga. pahale to ajeeb laga – jaim chipachipa laga jabaki usakee jeebh phisalan bharee thee – lekin mujhe isakee aadat ho gaee. meree saansen bhaaree ho gaeen, mere pair kaanpane lage, aur meree pusee se paanee nikalane laga.
“yah meetha aur namakeen hai!” usane khushee se kaha, jisase main 10 minat mein klaimeks par pahunch gaya. main khushakismat tha ki usake shuroo karane se pahale mainne apana naashta khatm kar liya tha. isase mujhe khade rahane kee thodee taakat milee.

phir vah utha, mujhe kichan tebal par jhukaaya, apanee ungalee amool batar mein duboee, aur mere aisahol par mal dee. mujhe pata tha ki kya hone vaala hai. use apane dik ke lie ek chhed chaahie tha aur vah use paane ka pakka iraada kar chuka tha.

usane mere aisahol par batar mal diya aur phir apanee ungalee se andar mal diya. phir usane apanee ungalee baahar nikaalee aur apane dik ka sira mere batar lage aisahol par tach kiya. mainne apanee aankhen band kar leen aur usake inavezan ke lie khud ko mentalee taiyaar kar liya. usane pooree taakat se inavezan kiya.

usaka mota haard dik mere chhote aisahol ko maiksimam limit tak phaila deta hai. main dard se chillaee jabaki vah maje mein karaah utha. usaka kok mere ais ke lie itana bada tha ki aadha andar jaane ke baad vah atak gaya. phir bhee, vah use ek bail kee tarah ghusaata raha.

usane lagabhag 20 minat tak meree varjin gaand mein dhakke maare aur apana maal andar daal diya. jaise hee vah baahar nikala, mere gaand ke chhed se gaadhe kreemee seemen kee boonden neeche pharsh par tapakane lageen. usamen vahee jaanee-pahachaanee mahak thee – pichhale dinon kee bleech jaisee tez badaboo.

main baakee din chal nahin paee. jeetookaaka mujhe har baar toyalet le jaata tha jab mujhe peshaab karana hota tha. usane mujhe nahalaaya, khilaaya, khud suar kee tarah khaaya, aur phir ek monstar kee tarah mujhe dril kiya. usane lanch ke baad mujhe choda. usane dinar ke baad mujhe choda. usane mujhe itanee baar choda ki main ginatee bhool gaee.

mujhe bas itana yaad hai ki main poore din na to chal paee aur na hee baith paee.

din 5

main phir jeetookaaka ke bistar par uthee. kal aadhee raat ke kuchh samay baad, vah mujhe phir apane kamare mein le gaya. mainne doosare din se ek bhee raat apane kamare mein nahin bitaee thee. yahaan meree pahalee raat hee ekamaatr raat thee jab main apane bistar par soee thee.

main neeche apane kamare mein gaee, apane kapade utaare, apane bistar par baithee aur aaeene mein dekha. main khud ko pahachaan nahin paee. mere baal bikhare hue the. mere nippal, koolhon aur jaanghon par kaatane ke nishaan the. mera bat bhee chauda ho gaya tha. mainne apane pair phailae aur aaeene mein dekha.

mera gaand ka chhed, jo pichhale hafte tak ek chhote se kaale bindu jaisa dikhata tha, ab ek gaharee surang jaisa lag raha tha jisamen ek chauda chhed tha. andar safed seeman ke chhote-chhote jamaav the. meree choot ke honth phoole hue, sooje hue aur laal ho gae the. mujhe apanee choot kee nalee ke andar bhee seeman ke safed chipachipe dhabbe dikh rahe the.

aur chhed bhee chauda ho gaya tha. mujhase har samay seeman kee badaboo aatee thee. jeetookaaka ke seeman kee tez bleech jaisee badaboo ab mere poore shareer par thee. har baar jab vah mujhe apane kok se chodata tha, to meree karaahen ghar ke har kamare mein goonjatee theen. yah kisee veshyaalay jaisa lagata tha, aur main ek slat jaisee dikhatee thee.

jeetookaaka kee lagaataar chudaee ka na koee shuroo tha aur na hee koee ant. din-raat, subah se shaam tak, aur aadhee raat ke baad bhee, vah apane gande kok se mere chhedon ko dril karata tha. vah suar kee tarah khaata tha aur shaitaan kee tarah chodata tha. "mujhe apana pet bhara rakhana hai aur apane bols khaalee rakhane hain," usaka bahaana tha. aaj mere yahaan rahane ka 5vaan aur aakhiree din hai. mere mammee-paapa kal mujhe lene aur ghar vaapas jaane ke lie aaenge. unhen kabhee pata nahin chalega ki aazaadee ke in 5 dinon ke lie mujhe kya keemat chukaanee padee. aur main kabhee bhee apane puraane roop mein vaapas nahin ja paoonga. in 5 dinon ne mujhe hamesha ke lie badal diya hai.

 

[Kara lina]

part-4
brr! thand hai! haddiyaan kampa dene vaalee thand. mausam itana thanda hai ki meree ungaliyaan sunn ho gaee hain. aur mere nippal poore din kade aur sookhe rahate hain.

north indiyan thand kee khaas baat yah hai ki yah hamaare andar milee-julee pheelings paida karatee hai. pooree garm, umas bharee garmee mein, ham sardiyon ke aane ka intazaar karate hain. aur jab sardee aatee hai, to itanee kadaake kee thand laatee hai ki ham isase chhutakaara paana chaahate hain. isake bina rah nahin sakate, lekin ise jhel bhee nahin sakate.

mujhe hamesha dillee kee sardee kee aadat daalana mushkil lagata tha. isalie, disambar ke doosare haphte mein, mainne kaam se chhuttee ke lie aplaee karane ka phaisala kiya. aur ek haphte ke lie dillee se baahar nikal gaya. kuchh dinon ke lie thand se bachane ke lie.

lekin kaheen aur jaane kee jagah nahin thee. minee-vekeshan par jaane ke apane sapane ko poora karane ke lie mere paas koee sahee jagah ke opshan khatm ho gae the. aur aakhirakaar main gaanv mein apane pushtainee ghar par ruk gaya. jo north indiya ke beechon-beech hai.

pahalee (aur aakhiree) baar main akele apane pushtainee gaanv ke ghar kuchh saal pahale garmiyon mein heet vev ke dauraan gaya tha. us trip ne mujhe hamesha ke lie badal diya. mujhe kya pata tha ki itihaas khud ko doharaega. aur is baar bhee meree duniya ulat-pulat kar dega.

pahala din

gaanv pahunchane ke baad sabase pahale mainne dekha ki vahaan kitanee thand thee. yah dillee se bhee zyaada thanda tha. mujhe turant apanee galatee ka ehasaas hua. kold vev ne poore north indiya ko apanee chapet mein le liya tha. aur gaanv shaharon se bhee zyaada thande the.

jeetookaaka mujhe dekhakar bahut khush hue. ham bahut samay baad mile the (aakhiree baar heet vev ke dauraan). unhonne men daravaaze par khule haathon se mera svaagat kiya. padhane vaale unhen hamaaree pushtainee propartee ke 45 saal ke purush keyaratekar ke taur par yaad rakhenge jo akele rahate hain.

is kadaake kee thand mein bhee unhonne apanee hamesha kee tarah saphed vest aur rangeen lungee pahanee huee thee. unhonne mujhe aisa gale lagaaya jo sirph vahee de sakate the. garm, tait, ek haath se mere bat ko mahasoos kar rahee thee aur doosare haath se mere tits ko chhoone kee koshish kar rahee thee.
“chhotee raanee, tum kitanee badee ho gaee ho,” usane apanee hamesha kee sharaaratee aankhon se mere poore shareer ko dekha. “itanee badee, itanee gol.”

“‘badee’ se tumhaara kya matalab hai? mera vazan nahin badha hai,” mainne halke gusse se javaab diya. “meree hait aur vazan pahale jaisa hee hai. aur ‘gol’ se tumhaara kya matalab hai?”

usakee gandee nazar mere boobs par tikee thee. main samajh sakatee thee ki vah mere shareer ke kis hisse ko ‘gol’ kah raha hai. yah adhed umr ka aadamee pichhalee baar milane ke baad se zara bhee nahin badala tha. vah hamesha kee tarah baalon vaala aur hornee bana hua tha.

“tumhen thand nahin lag rahee? tumane koee garm kapade nahin pahane hain,” mainne usase poochha aur use ek taraph dhakel diya. usake bade baalon vaale panje dheere se mere brest ko chhoone vaale the. main use dhakka dekar aage badhee aur ghar mein ghus gaee.

“thand se mujhe koee fark nahin padata. mujhe pata hai ki khud ko garm kaise rakhana hai,” usane aankhon mein chamak ke saath javaab diya. “lekin mujhe samajh nahin aa raha ki tum yahaan kyon ho, chhotee raanee. tum sardiyon ke beech mein kyon aa rahee ho?”

“theek hai, mujhe laga tha ki yahaan dillee se zyaada garmee hogee,” mainne apana baig kholate hue javaab diya. “saaf hai, main galat thee.”

“chinta mat karo. main tumhaare nahaane ke lie paanee ubaal doonga,” usane kaha. “main lanch banaane mein bizee ho jaoonga, tum garm paanee se naha lo.”

“paanee ubaalana?” main hairaan thee. “kya is ghar mein votar heetar nahin hai?”

“nahin, chhotee raanee. koee votar heetar nahin, koee ach nahin, koee room heetar nahin,” usane hansate hue javaab diya. “yahaan mere alaava koee nahin rahata, aur koee aata bhee nahin hai. hamen in cheezon kee kya zaroorat hai? mujhe to bilkul nahin.”

badakismatee! room heetar bhee nahin! main raat ko kaise sooongee? main to thand se mar jaoongee. kya mainne yahaan aakar koee galatee kee?
jeetookaaka ne mere lie bahut saara paanee ubaala. itana paanee garm paanee se nahaane aur khud ko garm rakhane ke lie kaaphee tha. nahaane ke baad mainne svetashart aur svetapaint pahan liya. aur unake saath lanch ke lie chalee gaee.

“aajakal kya kar rahee ho?” lanch tebal par jeetookaaka ne poochha. “kya tumhen abhee tak koee boyaphrend mila hai?”

“haan. usaka naam rohit hai. vah jordan mein rahata hai,” mainne javaab diya.

“jhaarakhand? itanee door kyon? kya tumhen dillee mein koee nahin mila?” vah hairaan lag raha tha.

“jordan! jhaarakhand nahin. ha ha!” main zor se hans padee. “yah ek alag desh hai.”

“kisee videshee?” usane munh banaaya. “jab dillee mein itane saare aadamee hain to kisee videshee ke peechhe kyon jaana? tumhen is gaanv mein bhee koee kaabil aadamee mil sakata tha.”

“aur is gaanv ka vah aadamee mujhe kya de sakata tha?” mainne zor se socha.

“zindagee bhar kee suraksha aur dher saare bachche. tumhen aur kya chaahie?”

“aajakal kee ladakiyaan isase kaheen zyaada chaahatee hain,” mujhe phir se chidh huee. jeetookaaka hamesha kee tarah puraane khyaalon vaala bana raha.

lanch ke baad, main thodee dhoop senkane ke lie chhat par gaya. is chhat kee meree khattee-meethee yaaden theen. yaheen jeetookaaka apane poore shareer par tel lagaata tha, dhoop mein bilkul nanga khada rahata tha. aur yaheen usane mere donon chhedon mein tel lagaane ke baad pahalee baar mujhe choda tha.

shaam hote-hote, thand badh gaee. raat hote-hote, main kaanpane laga. mainne apanee svetashart ke oopar ek svetar pahana, jaldee se dinar kiya, aur apane bedaroom mein bistar par kood gaya.

jeetookaaka ko pata tha ki mujhe sardiyon kee thand se kitanee sensitivitee hai. usane 2 kambal aur ek razaee ka intazaam kiya tha. lekin ve kaafee nahin the. kamara thanda tha, bistar barf jaisa thanda tha, aur main un kambalon aur razaiyon ke neeche bhee kaanpane laga.

“jeetookaaka, mujhe thand lag rahee hai,” main gusse aur dard mein chillaaya. vah apanee baniyaan aur lungee pahane daudata hua aaya aur mujhe hairaanee se dekhane laga.
“kya hua, chhotee raanee? abhee bhee thand lag rahee hai?”

“haan. mujhe neend nahin aa rahee,” main rote hue bolee. “mere pair sunn ho gae hain. mere pair kee ungaliyon mein dard ho raha hai.”

“mujhe 10 minat do. main vaapas aata hoon.” vah kamare se baahar gaya aur jald hee phir aaya. usake haath mein ek steel ka katora tha.

“mujhe soop nahin chaahie,” main chillaee. “tum le sakate ho.”

“yah soop nahin hai,” usane mujhe katore ke andar ka hissa dikhaaya. “yah garm tel hai. main isase tumhaare pairon kee maalish karoonga, aur tumhen bahut achchha lagega.”

“tum aur tumhaaree tel maalish,” mainne achaanak kaha. “tumhen tel kee bahut dhun hai.”

usane koee javaab nahin diya. isake bajaay, usane mere shareer se kambal aur rajaee hata dee. aur mere pairon ke paas baithakar apane bade, mazaboot, baalon vaale haathon se tel malane laga.

kuchh hee minaton mein, mujhe apanee baat vaapas lenee padee. garm tel se pairon kee maalish bahut achchhee lag rahee thee! mere pair garm mahasoos hue, mera shareer garm mahasoos hua, aur main dheere-dheere so gaya.

“main jald hee tumhaara haalachaal jaanane aaoonga,” usane kaha aur lait band kar dee. “chalo daravaaza khula rakhate hain.” vah kamare se baahar nikala aur neeche chala gaya.

mujhe itanee garmee aur aaraam mahasoos hua ki mainne khule daravaaze kee paravaah nahin kee. main jald hee so gaya. lekin aadhee raat ko achaanak jaag gaya. kaanp raha tha aur phir se thand lag rahee thee.

lekin jis cheez ne mujhe sabase zyaada chaunkaaya, vah thee halke kharraaton kee aavaaz. jaise koee bhinabhinaahat, lagaataar ek bhinabhinaane jaisee aavaaz, jo mere theek bagal se aa rahee thee. main kuchh bhee nahin dekh pa raha tha kyonki chaaron or ghana andhera tha. lekin mujhe kuchh feet door kisee cheez, ya kisee ke hone ka ehasaas ho raha tha.

mainne ghabaraakar apana haath badhaaya aur turant samajh gaya ki yah kya hai. baal. ghane, ghane, ghungharaale baal. ek baalon vaala jaanavar mere bistar par tha! mere theek bagal mein leta hua!

“jeetookaaka, tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” main hairaanee se chillaaya. usake haath hile, aur vah turant uth gaya. "tumane mujhe bahut dara diya," mainne kaha.
“main vaade ke mutaabik tumase milane aaya tha,” usane neend mein javaab diya. “mujhe lagata hai ki main tumhaare bistar par so gaya. kya tumhen phir se thand lag rahee hai?”

“tum mere bistar par nahin so sakate,” mainne kaha. “kam se kam mere bagal mein to nahin. aur haan, mujhe phir se thand lag rahee hai.”

“iseelie main yahaan hoon, chhotee raanee,” usane dheere se mere shareer se rajaee hataee, “tumhen garm rakhane ke lie. tumhen shareer kee garmee chaahie. kambal zyaada kaam nahin aaenge.”

yah kahakar, usane 2 kambal hata die aur mere pairon par rakh die. phir achaanak apana haath meree svetashart ke neeche daala aur meree naabhi ko ragadane laga. usaka garm, baalon vaala panja meree thandee skin par heeting paid jaisa laga. main chaunk gaee.

“jeetookaaka, tum kya kar rahe ho?”

“tumhen garm mahasoos kara raha hoon,” vah mere pet ko ragadata raha. gol-gol. dheere-dheere aur dheere se. mujhe garmee mahasoos huee aur kaampana band ho gaya.

bina kisee vorning ke, usaka haath phir mere svetapaint ke ilaastik kamaraband ke andar chala gaya. jaise hee usane meree painteelain ko chhua, main uthakar baith gaee, mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

“ruko, jeetookaaka,” mainne virodh kiya, “tum ab aisa nahin kar sakate. mainne tumase kaha tha ki ab mera ek boyaphrend hai.”

“to?” usane mere kandhe pakade aur mujhe phir se lita diya.

“to, yah galat hai,” mainne aage kaha. “yah galat hai.”

“sardiyon mein kisee ko garm rakhane mein kuchh bhee galat nahin hai,” usane apana bada panja phir se mere svetapaint ke andar daal diya. “aur jhaarakhand vaale ko vaise bhee kabhee pata nahin chalega.”

“jordan,” mainne use theek kiya. “lekin baat yah nahin hai. main usakee peeth peechhe yah nahin karana chaahatee. yah sahee nahin hai.”

“tum bahut zyaada chinta karatee ho, chhotee raanee,” usaka haath ab paintee ke oopar se meree jaanghon ke beech ragad raha tha. “mujhe pata hai main kya kar raha hoon. mera vishvaas karo, tumhen garm rakhane ka yah sabase achchha tareeka hai.”
“lekin, main…” isase pahale ki main apanee baat pooree kar paatee, usane meree svetapaint mere takhanon tak neeche kar dee. aur usakee nazar meree chamakadaar laal braazeeliyan thong par tik gaee.

“yah chhotee see laal cheez tumhen garm kaise rakh sakatee hai?” usane meree paintee ka ilaastik baind pakada aur use ek hee jhatake mein meree jaanghon tak neeche kheench diya. “is gaanv mein, auraten aisee cheezen nahin pahanateen. mard unhen thand se bachaate hain.”

isase pahale ki main kuchh kar paatee, usane meree klit se khelana shuroo kar diya. usakee badee, motee ungaliyon ne use hilaaya, chutakee kaatee aur ragada. “ham mard sardiyon mein apanee auraton ko isee tarah garm rakhate hain,” usane kaha.

mujhe maanana padega ki usaka tach achchha laga. us kamare mein sirf usakee ungaliyaan hee garm theen. meree kampakampee kuchh hee sekand mein gaayab ho gaee. aur mujhe itanee hornee mahasoos huee ki anajaane mein mere pair khul gae.

“tumhaaree kant hamesha kee tarah soojee huee aur phoolee huee lag rahee hai,” usane kaamukata se kaha aur ungaliyaan badal leen. is baar usane apane angoothe se meree klit ko ragada. aur apanee beech vaalee ungalee meree slit kee lambaee par phiraee. baar-baar.

“hamesha kee tarah geelee aur raseelee,” usane apanee beech vaalee ungalee meree pusee ke chhed par dabaee aur dheere se andar daal dee. “tumhaaree pusee mainne apanee zindagee mein sabase geelee dekhee hai. meree ungalee bhee mujhase sahamat hai.”

“aur tumhaaree ungalee mainne ab tak dekhee sabase motee hai,” mainne javaab diya aur apane pair aur phaila lie. main ab ichchha se geelee ho gaee thee. kadaake kee thand chalee gaee thee, aur mujhe sirf garmee hee nahin balki garamee bhee mahasoos ho rahee thee. jeetookaaka kee gandee ungaliyon ne meree pusee mein aag laga dee thee.

usaka angootha meree klit ko tab tak sahalaata raha jab tak vah badee aur khadee nahin ho gaee. usakee ungalee meree geelee pusee mein gaharaee tak jaatee rahee. mainne saaree sharm aur izzat kho dee. thand kee lahar se bachane ke lie mujhe isee kee zaroorat thee. ek khushee kee lahar!

“poch! poch!” har baar jab usakee ungalee andar jaatee thee to mere phisalan bhare chhed se ek gandee aavaaz nikalatee thee. isase main utanee hee uttejit aur sharminda ho jaatee thee. usakee ungalee aur angoothe kee harakaten ab zoradaar ho gaee theen. main zor-zor se karaahane laga.
usakee lagaataar phingar-phaking ne mujhe hairaan kar diya. lekin main jeetookaaka kee jaanghon ke beech kee ek jhalak bhee dekh paee. usakee lungee ke andar ek bada ubhaar tha, jaise koee gussail jaanavar baahar koodane kee koshish kar raha ho. vah nazaara mujhe klaimeks par le jaane ke lie kaaphee tha.

mainne zor se karaahate hue apanee aankhen band kar leen, apane pair kee ungaliyon ko moda aur seeman kee dhaar chhodane lagee. mera safed joos zor se nikala jaise koee gubbaara phoot gaya ho. isane jeetookaaka kee ungaliyon aur bedasheet ko bhigo diya. usane ise apanee ungaliyon se chaata aur taareef se mujhe dekha.

“tum bilkul nahin badalee ho, chhotee raanee,” vah hairaanee se bola. “tum abhee bhee poore bistar ko bhar sakatee ho. aur tumhaare joos ka svaad bilkul pahale jaisa hai.”

“shukriya, jeetookaaka, mujhe garm rakhane ke lie,” mainne shukriya aur santushti se javaab diya. “main ab chain se so sakatee hoon.”

“tumhen inamen se kisee kee zaroorat nahin hai,” usane mere pairon se svetapaint aur thongs utaar die. “main pooree raat apanee ungalee tumhaare chhed ke andar rakhoonga. isase tumhen sote samay garmee milegee.”

usane apanee baat rakhee. usakee motee ungalee pooree raat meree pusee ke andar soee. zindagee mein pahalee baar, main sardiyon kee raat mein bina kapadon, kambal ya room heetar ke soee. aur mujhe ek sekand ke lie bhee thand nahin lagee.

doosara din

agala din bhee pahale din kee tarah hee bina kisee ghatana ke tha, sivaay us din ke jab main garm paanee se nahaane gaee. hamesha kee tarah, jeetookaaka ne pahale se paanee ubaalakar rakha tha. jaise hee main baatharoom mein jaane vaalee thee, vah tel kee botal lekar aa gaya.

“mujhe ab tel kee maalish kee zaroorat nahin hai. dhanyavaad,” mainne usase kaha aur daravaaza band karane lagee. lekin vah andar ghus gaya.

“yah tumhaare shareer ke lie nahin hai. yah tumhaare nippal ke lie hai,” usane mere stan pakad lie. “mainne aaj subah tumhen kapade badalate hue sheeshe ke saamane bina kapadon ke khada dekha. aur mainne dekha ki tumhaare nippal sookhe aur khuradure hain.”
"aisa har sardee mein hota hai," mainne sharmaate hue javaab diya. "lekin jab main kapade badal rahee thee to tum mujh par jaasoosee kaise kar rahe the? bahut bura hua."

"main us samay tumhaaree subah kee bed tee la rahee thee. daravaaza khula tha, aur mainne andar jhaanka. meree koee galatee nahin thee."

usane apane galat bartaav ko samajhaane mein aur samay barbaad nahin kiya. ek jhatake mein, usane mere sir ke oopar se meree svetashart utaar dee. aur ek aur jhatake mein, usane meree bra ka huk khol diya. mere 34dd mote stan aise hil rahe the jaise do saphed raseele kharabooje pharsh se uchhal rahe hon.

mujhe nippal rab karana bahut pasand hai. kisee ladakee ko nippal rab karane se zyaada seksee kuchh nahin lagata. zyaadaatar mard jab kisee nangee ladakee ko dekhate hain to seedhe usakee pusee par nishaana saadhate hain. yah ek galatee hai.

zindagee mein, aur kariyar mein bhee, aap neeche se shuroo karate hain aur oopar tak pahunchate hain. haalaanki, ek aurat ke shareer ke maamale mein, aapako oopar se shuroo karana hoga aur dheere-dheere neeche kee or badhana hoga. yahee sahee tareeka hai.

jeetookaaka ko yah baat pata thee. usane mere tits par aise tel mal diya jaise pahale kabhee nahin malavaaya gaya ho. vah mere bhoore nippals ko tab tak kheenchata aur kheenchata raha jab tak ve cheree kee tarah soojakar khade nahin ho gae. un par itana tel laga tha ki usakee ungaliyaan phisalatee raheen.

“jeetookaaka, tumane yah kahaan se seekha?” mujhe poochhana pada.

“haan, champa ne mujhe sikhaaya.”

“champa kaun hai?”

“vah hamaare gaanv mein med ka kaam karatee hai. kabhee-kabhee pharsh jhaadane aur kichan saaph karane ke lie mere paas aatee hai.”

“aur usane tumhen apane nippals chhoone die?” main utsuk tha.

“haan. vah bhee ek slat hai. is gaanv mein sabase achchhee. vah kal kachara phenkane aaegee. tum usase tab mil sakate ho.”
mujhe kisee naukaraanee se milane mein koee dilachaspee nahin thee. aur vo bhee ek badachalan naukaraanee se. lekin jeetookaaka se apane stanon kee chhedachhaad karavaate samay mainne kuchh aur dilachasp baat dekhee. usaka bahut bada ling usakee lungee se baahar nikal raha tha, aur usane use chhipaane kee koee koshish nahin kee.

“ise mujhase door rakho,” mainne usake khade ling kee or ishaara kiya. “ungalee theek hai, lekin vo nahin. ab mera ek boyaphrend hai.”

“theek hai, chhotee raanee. jaisee tumhaaree marzee,” usane apanee ungaliyon se mere nippal pakadakar mere stan hilae. “tumhaare stan phutabol kee tarah uchhal rahe hain.” vah jald hee chala gaya, aur mainne naha liya.

raat mein, main apane bistar mein ghus gaee aur jeetookaaka ke aane aur mujhe phir se garm karane ka intazaar karane lagee. is baar, mainne pahale hee apane saare kapade utaar die. aur kambal ke neeche bilkul nangee let gaee. main poore vaarm-ap seshan ke lie taiyaar thee.

jeetookaaka kuchh der baad apanee baniyaan aur lungee mein aa gaya. vah bistar par aaya aur mujhase poochha ki kya mujhe thand lag rahee hai. jaise hee mainne sir hilaaya, usane mere shareer se kambal hata diya. mera nanga shareer dekhakar usakee aankhen chamak utheen.

“aaj raat phir se poch poch, chhotee raanee?” usane poochha.

“haan, jeetookaaka. ek baar phir ‘poch poch’.”

“is baar 2 ungaliyon se?” usane phir poochha.

“um… nahin. tumhaaree ungaliyaan bahut motee hain,” mainne javaab diya, “aur mera chhed bahut chhota hai. 1 ungalee ya apanee jeebh ka istemaal karo.”

usane ek shaitaanee muskaan dee. ‘jeebh’ shabd sunakar vah bahut khush hua. usane turant apana chehara meree taangon ke beech chhipa liya. mujhe usake bade sir ko jagah dene ke lie unhen phailaana pada.

usane bhookhe kutte kee tarah meree slit ko oopar se neeche tak chaata. apanee naak meree klit par ragadee, aur mere chhed mein zor se saans lee. kal kee ‘poch poch’ kee aavaaz aaj ‘slarp slarp’ kee aavaaz mein badal gaee. isase ham donon bahut zyaada hornee ho gae.
usane meree klit ko chaata, jisase vah kuchh hee sekand mein haard aur irekt ho gaee. usane meree pusee ko choosa, jisase vah kuchh hee minaton mein geelee aur geelee ho gaee. phir usane apanee jeebh meree opaning ke andar daal dee, jisase main paishan se vaild ho gaee. aur aakhir mein, usane apanee jeebh meree tanal mein gaharaee tak daalana shuroo kar diya, jisase main jaldee klaimeks par pahunch gaee.

kal kee tarah, mainne phir se bistar aur usake chehare par seeman kee dhaaren chhod deen. usakee kaalee moonchhen saphed ho gaeen, aur usakee naak aur honth mere kant joos se bhar gae. usane use chaata aur apane honth chaate. aur apanee lungee ke neeche ek bade irekshan ke saath mere bagal mein let gaya, aasamaan kee or ishaara karate hue.

“tum isake baare mein kuchh kyon nahin karate?” mainne usake ubhaar kee or ishaara kiya. “is tarah ghoomana bahut inadisebal hai.”

“ise hataane mein meree madad karo,” usane javaab diya.

“nahin. mainne tumhen pahale hee kah diya hai ki ise mujhase door rakho. ab mera ek stedee boyaphrend hai. hamen baundreez ka sammaan karana hoga.”

kal kee tarah, usane pooree raat mujhe garm rakhane ke lie apanee ungalee meree choot mein daalee. main subah tak bachche kee tarah sotee rahee. achaanak, mere pairon ke beech ek ajeeb see sanasanee ne mujhe jaga diya. koee badee aur mazaboot cheez meree choot ko daba rahee thee.

abhee bhee andhera tha, isalie main samajh nahin paee ki yah kya hai. lekin yah pakka jeetookaaka kee ungalee nahin thee. yah unake land jaisa lag raha tha! mainne turant hatane kee koshish kee, lekin usane mujhe kamar se pakad liya.

“jeetookaaka? tum jaag rahe ho? yah kya hai?” main gusse mein thee.

“mujhe bhee thand lag rahee hai,” usane thandepan se javaab diya.

“yah tumhaaree ungalee nahin hai,” mujhe gussa aaya. “ise abhee baahar nikaalo.”

“main nahin nikaal sakata, chhotee raanee. yah phans gaee hai,” usane use thoda aage kee or dabaaya.

“‘phansane’ se tumhaara kya matalab hai?” main gusse mein thee.
“yah tumhaaree chhotee see chhed mein phansa hai. yah sirf andar ja sakata hai. baahar nahin aa sakata,” usane besharmee se javaab diya. aur thoda aur dabaaya.

“bakavaas band karo! jo andar jaata hai, vah baahar bhee aata hai. mainne tumase had ka dhyaan rakhane ko kaha tha.”

“theek hai. to mere bols ko gudagudee karo,” usane kaha, “aur main aage nahin badhaoonga.”

mujhe apane heet vev ke dinon se jeetookaaka ka bahut bada land yaad aa gaya. yah ek mote steel rod jaisa hai. isaka bada sira pahale se hee meree pusee ke andar tha. mere paas haan kahane ke alaava koee chaara nahin tha.

mainne usake bols ko gudagudee karana shuroo kiya. ve naariyal jitane bhaaree the, ghane, ghungharaale baalon se dhake hue. jitana zyaada main unhen gudagudee karatee, vah utana hee zyaada khushee se gurraata. aur usaka land utana hee bada hota gaya.

“ye bahut bhaaree hain!” mainne usake bols ko ek-ek karake uthaate hue kaha.

“inhen ragado. inhen dabao. mujhe garm rakho,” usane ordar diya.

mainne usake bols ko ek-ek hathelee mein pakada. ve itane bade aur bhaaree the ki main unhen apane chhote haathon mein mushkil se pakad pa rahee thee. mainne unhen jitana ho saka ragada aur dabaaya. jeetookaaka jaanavar kee tarah gurraata raha.

minat beet gae. ek ghanta beet gaya. vah kam nahin hua. mere haath thak gae aur dard karane lage. main aur nahin daba sakatee thee.

“jeetookaaka, main thak gaee hoon. aaraam karane kee zaroorat hai,” mainne vinatee kee.

“lekin main abhee garm nahin hua hoon. tumhen jaane nahin de sakata,” usane kaha.

“pleez, mere haathon mein dard ho raha hai,” mainne usase phir vinatee kee.

“theek hai. to mujhe phir se dhakka dena hoga.” yah kahakar, usane apane ling se halka sa dhakka diya. yah meree mulaayam choot ko chauda kholane ke lie kaaphee tha. main dar ke maare haamphane lagee.

“aah! dard ho raha hai, jeetookaaka. yah bahut bada hai. dheere karo,” main chillaee.
“tumhaara chhed bahut tait hai, bahut chhota hai. isamen hamesha dard hoga,” usane ek aur dhakka maara. aur phir ek aur. kuchh hee sekand mein, usaka bada kaala dik pistan kee tarah andar-baahar ho raha tha. meree komal choot ne is berahamee se dhakke ko kaise jhela, mujhe yaad nahin.

mujhe jo yaad hai vah hai lagaataar ‘poch poch’ kee aavaaz, meree zoradaar karaahen, usakee jaanavaron jaisee ghuraghuraahat aur zoradaar dhakke. poora bistar hilane aur charamaraane laga. ek samay to aisa laga ki bistar toot jaega. lekin jeetookaaka chalata raha.

jab usakee driling band huee to subah ka samay tha. khidakee ke pardon se sooraj kee roshanee andar aa rahee thee. tabhee jeetookaaka ne mere andar leetaron seemen daal diya. usaka seemen itana gaadha aur bahut tha ki usaka zyaadaatar hissa meree choot se ek tez nadee kee tarah bah nikala. aur poora bistar aur gadda ganda kar diya.

sone se pahale usane kaha, “mujhe ab thand nahin lag rahee hai. tumhen bhee nahin laganee chaahie.” din 3

subah-subah jeetookaaka ke gande kok se pitane ke baad main der se uthee. usaka ganda, chipachipa, badaboodaar seemen poore bistar par aur meree taangon ke beech mein tha. usamen hamesha kee tarah badaboodaar bleech jaisee mahak thee jisase mujhe is ghar mein pichhalee baar aane kee yaad aa gaee. itihaas khud ko dohara raha tha.

main kapade badalane ke lie uthee lekin mujhe apane kapade nahin mile. meree bra, paintee, svetashart aur svetapaint sab gaayab the. mera sootakes bhee gaayab ho gaya tha, usamen rakhe kapadon ke saath. mera phon aur chaarjar bhee gaayab the.

main bina kapadon ke neeche jeetookaaka se poochhane gaee ki mera saara saamaan kahaan hai. lekin isase pahale ki main seedhiyon se neeche utar paatee, mujhe kichan se zor-zor se karaahane kee aavaazen sunaee deen. ek aurat kee karaah! main chupachaap dabe paanv kichan mein gaee aur jo dekha use dekhakar jam gaee.

kichan ke theek beech mein jeetookaaka khada tha, bilkul nanga. usake saamane tebal par ek aurat jhukee huee thee. usakee sari kamar tak uthee huee thee, aur jeetookaaka use peechhe se zor se chod raha tha. usakee karaahen poore kamare mein aur usake baahar bhee goonj rahee theen.

usake kaale bikhare baal the, badee-badee kaajal lagee aankhen theen, aur maathe par ek badee laal bindee thee. usaka blauj khula hua tha, aur usakee sari kamar tak uthee huee thee. usane blauj ya sari ke neeche koee andaragaaraments nahin pahane the.

jeetookaaka ka bada land peechhe se usakee khulee huee pusee mein ghus gaya. usake bade bols usake khule hue bat par zor se takara rahe the. usake bade tits usake har dhakke ke saath pendulam kee tarah hil rahe the. aur usakee pusee se gaadha safed seemen kee ek lagaataar dhaar nikal rahee thee aur usake pairon se hote hue kichan ke farsh par bah rahee thee.

achaanak, usane apana sir uthaaya aur mujhe dekhate hue dekha. main ghabara gaya aur oopar bhaaga aur stor room mein chhip gaya. tabhee mujhe subah ka doosara jhataka laga. stor room ke andar ek kone mein 2 room heetar aur ek votar heetar rakhe the. wtf!

jeetookaaka thodee der baad us aurat ke saath stor room mein aaya. donon ne ab kapade pahane hue the, lekin mainne nahin. vah meree nyooditee dekhakar hansa aur bola, “chhotee raanee, champa se milo. vah hamaare gaanv kee raanee slat hai.”

usane aage kaha, “hamaare gaanv ko ek aur randee kee zaroorat hai. champa akelee sabhee mardon ko saitisphaee nahin kar sakatee. tumhen bhartee karane ka aaidiya usee ka tha. mainne tumhen thanda rakhane ke lie jaan-boojhakar saare room heetar chhipa die the. main dekhana chaahata tha ki tumamen pahale jaisee aag hai ya nahin. tumane meree ummeedon se badhakar kaam kiya hai. tumhen tumhaara phon aur kapade vaapas nahin milenge. tum yaheen rahogee, aur champa tumhen randee banane kee trening degee. tum usakee tarah kapade pahanana aur usakee tarah phak karana seekhogee. tumhaaree trening kal se shuroo hogee.”

 

[Kara lina]

part-5
jeetookaaka ne champaakalee kee dilachasp kahaanee sunaee. vah apanee javaanee ke dinon mein naukaraanee ka kaam karatee thee. bahut jald, usane apanee kismat badalane ka ek tareeka nikaal liya. usane gaanv ke mardon par kantrol karake aur unamen se har ek ko bahakaakar gaanv mein taakat aur asar haasil kiya.

usane andaragaaraments pahanana band kar diya. blauj aur sari mein ghoomatee thee, neeche kuchh nahin pahanatee thee. na peteekot, na bra, na paintee. aur gaanv ke har mard ka dhyaan kheenchane ke lie ajeeb harakaten karane lagee.

neeche champaakalee kee zindagee ke ek aam din ka udaaharan diya gaya hai.

subah 8.00 baje – baal katavaana

raghu, naee, ek baichalar hai. vah gaanv ke baahar ek chhotee see jhopadee mein akela rahata hai. vah poore gaanv ka akela naee hai. har ladaka aur aadamee baal katavaane ke lie usake paas jaata hai.

raghu apana din subah 6.00 baje shuroo karata hai. subah 8.30 baje apanee dukaan kholane ke lie samay se kaaphee pahale taiyaar ho jaata hai. aaj vah har din kee tarah subah 8.00 baje apane ghar se nikalane ke lie pooree tarah taiyaar hai. lekin aaj raghu ko der ho jaegee kyonki usake ghar ek anajaan mehamaan aa gaya hai. gaanv kee badachalan champa usake daravaaze par dastak de rahee hai.

“champa? tum yahaan? is samay? kya hua?” vah poochhata hai.

“raghu, mujhe ek madad chaahie,” champa usakee jhopadee mein andar aatee hai aur daravaaza band kar detee hai. “mujhe baal katavaane hain.”

“tum kya baat kar rahe ho? tumhaare kitane pyaare lambe kaale baal hain,” raghu hairaan hota hai. “inhen kyon katavaaya?”

“mere sir ke baalon kee nahin, bevakoof!” champa gaalee detee hai. “main neeche ke baalon kee baat kar rahee hoon,” vah apana daahina pair raghu kee kursee par rakhatee hai aur apane haathon ko kamar par rakhakar khadee ho jaatee hai.

raghu hairaan rah jaata hai. use apane kaanon par yakeen nahin ho raha. kya usane sahee suna? vah yakeen na hone par budabudaata hai.

“tumhaara matalab hai… tum… neeche…” vah hakalaata hai.
“haan. taim vest mat karo. aaj mere kuchh zarooree kaam hain, jisake lie yah zarooree hai,” champa ne use ordar diya. “chalo shuroo karate hain. mujhe baithana hoga ya kya?”

“um… mujhe nahin pata. mainne pahale kabhee aisa nahin kiya,” raghu budabudaata raha.

“to kya? tumhen kainchee chalaana aur baal kaatana aata hai. har cheez ka ek pahala taim hota hai,” champa chidhakar bolee. “ab, achchhe se dekho aur batao ki mujhe baithane kee zaroorat hai ya nahin.”

champa apanee sari, apane takhane aur jaanghen oopar uthaatee hai. usaka baayaan pair zameen par hai, khadee hai. usaka daayaan pair kursee par hai. usane peteekot nahin pahana hai.

champa kee goree jaanghon ko dekhakar raghu kee aankhen baahar nikal aatee hain. jaise hee vah sari ko aur oopar uthaatee hai, usaka munh khul jaata hai. jab vah sari ko kamar tak oopar kheenchatee hai to usaka jabada khula rah jaata hai. jab vah usakee ghanee, baalon vaalee jhaadee dekhata hai to usakee zabaan munh se baahar nikal aatee hai.

“tum bevakoof!” champa chillaatee hai. “laar tapakaana band karo aur kaatana shuroo karo. mere paas poora din nahin hai.”

raghu apanee kainchee uthaata hai aur kaampate haathon se kanghee karata hai. disambar kee kadaake kee thand mein bhee use paseena aane lagata hai. vah champa kee baalon vaalee pusee ke paas aise jaata hai jaise kisee saanp ke paas jaata hai. jab vah kainchee ko usakee jhaadee par chhoota hai to usake haath kaampane lagate hain.

champa phuphakaaratee hai, “agar tumhaaree kainchee meree skin ko bhee chhoo gaee, to main tumhen zinda hee kaat doongee.” “bahut dhyaan rakhana. meree skin ko mat kaatana.”

lekin raghu usakee baaten mushkil se sunata hai. vah ab ek alag duniya mein hai. usake kaam mein pusee dekhana bahut kam hota hai. isase bhee buree baat yah hai ki usakee pusee kee maskee khushaboo use nasha de detee hai. aur bahut, bahut hornee.

lekin vah ek achchha naee bhee hai. kaampate haathon aur paseene se tar maathe ke baavajood, vah champa kee ghanee kaalee jhaadee ko trim kar deta hai. farsh baalon ke guchchhon se dhak jaata hai. aur champa kee pusee chhote, gahare, taaze trim kie hue phar se achchhee tarah dhakee huee dikhatee hai.

vah sheeshe ke paas jaatee hai aur dhyaan se dekhatee hai. vah rizalt se khush hai. aur raghu bhee. usakee paint ke andar kroch par ek ubhaar hai.
“abhee shev karoon?” raghu apana rezar nikaalata hai aur use havas bharee nazaron se dekhata hai.

“nahin. kabhee nahin,” champa adee huee lagatee hai. “mujhe rezar se dar lagata hai. soch bhee nahin sakatee ki shahar kee ladakiyaan yah kaise karatee hain. is tarah ka ek achchha trim hee kaafee hai.”

“mera pement?” raghu niraash lagata hai. use yakeen nahin ho raha ki seshan khatm ho gaya hai.

“mere paas paise nahin hain,” champa kahatee hai. “lekin main tumhen alag tarah se pement kar sakatee hoon.” vah usakee paint ke oopar se usake irekshan ko chhootee hai.

raghu uchhalata hai aur ek jhatake mein apanee paint aur andaraviyar utaar deta hai. usane pahale kabhee champa kee pusee ka svaad nahin chakha tha. ab usaka sunahara mauka hai. vah havas bharee nazaron se apana kada kok latakaata hai.

“yah…” vah apane dik kee or ishaara karata hai, “vahaan jaata hai,” vah usakee trim kee huee kroch kee or ishaara karata hai.

“apanee had mein raho, tum kokasakar,” champa kosatee hai. “lon kee ghaas kaatane se tumhen mandir mein ghusane ka hak nahin mil jaata. 5 minat ka heyarakat tumhen mujhe chodane ka mauka nahin deta. din mein sapane dekhana band karo.”

“to? mera pement?” raghu ko lagata hai ki usaka irekshan tezee se kam ho raha hai.

“tum apane haathon se achchha kaam karate ho. main bhee,” vah usaka kok pakadatee hai aur use do baar kheenchatee hai. yah kaaphee saabit hota hai. usaka irekshan turant vaapas aa jaata hai.

ab, champa ke lie haindajob koee badee baat nahin hai. vah yah har samay karatee hai. lekin raghu ke lie yah hai. bechaara kabhee kisee aurat ko chhoo nahin paata. aur aaj, use ek aurat chhoo rahee hai.

is baar, vah apane haathon ko kamar par rakhakar khada hota hai. aur champa usake saamane kursee par baith jaatee hai. vah ek haath se usake bols ko sahalaatee hai aur doosare haath se usake dik ko sahalaatee hai.

raghu haamphata hai. raghu karaahata hai. raghu ko apane kok mein ek aisa ehasaas hota hai jo usane pahale kabhee mahasoos nahin kiya tha. champa ke mulaayam haath use tezee se kam kar dete hain. usake poore chehare aur brest par.
“tumane mujhe ganda kar diya,” champa gusse se kahatee hai. “mujhe ab apanee mediteshan klaas mein jaana hai. aur mujhe aise hee jaana hoga.”

tabhee, lokal mandir kee ghantee bajatee hai. subah ke 9.00 baj rahe hain. champa daravaaze se baahar nikalatee hai. use apane agale asainament ke lie der ho rahee hai. raghu ko bhee, lekin vah aaj apanee dukaan kholane kee haalat mein nahin hai.

subah 9.30 baje – mediteshan

gaanv ke baaharee ilaake mein bahane vaalee nadee ke kinaare ek pahaadee kee chotee par yog guru aachaary rahate hain. vah 65 saal ke hain. vah pahaadee ke neeche nadee kinaare ek aashram chalaate hain. aur pahaadee kee chotee par akele rahate hain.

aachaary ek sachche yogee hain. kabhee shaadee nahin kee, kabhee bachche nahin hue. kabhee kisee aurat ko chhua nahin, kabhee koee paap nahin kiya. vah apane shareer aur man ko pavitr aur vaasana se mukt rakhate hain.

unakee pavitr aur shaant duniya aaj ek ashuddh champa ke achaanak aane se bikhar jaegee. vah pahaadee par daudatee hai aur saans phoolane aur raghu ka veery apane stanon par lage hone ke baavajood usake daravaaze par pahunchatee hai.

“gandee randee! tum yahaan kya kar rahee ho?” aachaary chillaata hai.

“yogee baaba,” champa usake saamane jhukatee hai, “main ek pavitr aur izzatadaar zindagee jeene aaee hoon. main apane paapon ka praayashchit karana chaahatee hoon.”

jab champa usake saamane jhukatee hai to yogee kee nazar champa ke gahare kleevej aur doodh jaise safed stanon par padatee hai. usane bra nahin pahanee hai, isalie jaise hee vah neeche jhukatee hai, usake raseele stan usake blauz se baahar nikal aate hain.

“tum ek pavitr zindagee nahin jee sakatee. tum ek gandee randee ho,” aachaary phir chillaata hai. vah auraton se nafarat karata hai aur randiyon se nafarat karata hai. champa ne paap kee zindagee jee hai, isalie usake man mein usake lie sirf nafarat hai.

“pleez mujhe khud ko sudhaarane do,” champa haath jodakar vinatee karatee hai. “krpaya mujhe apana shishy sveekaar karen. main khud ko aapako samarpit karana chaahata hoon. mujhe ek mauka den.”
yogee boodha hai, lekin usakee nazar kisee cheez par nahin jaatee. jaise champa ke bade aur kharabooje jaise brest. jaise usakee chaudee aur gol gaand, jo jhukane par aur chaudee dikhatee hai. yahaan tak ki usake blauj aur brest par lage saphed seemen ke daag bhee usakee nazar se nahin bachate.

“tumhaare shareer par kuchh ganda hai…,” vah un daagon kee or ishaara karata hai. vah ek sant hai aur ‘brest’ shabd nahin bol sakata.

champa jaldee se apanee sari ke palloo se saphed likvid ponchhatee hai. lekin boodha aadamee khush nahin hota.

“tumhaare poore shareer par paap ke nishaan hain. pahale khud ko pavitr karo. nadee mein dubakee lagao aur gandagee dho daalo. phir mere paas deeksha ke lie aao,” vah hukm deta hai.

champa usaka hukm maanatee hai aur nadee kee taraph daudatee hai. vah aaj ek mishan par hai. yogee poore gaanv ka sabase pavitr aadamee hai. agar vah use apane mohak aakarshan ka shikaar bana letee, to gaanv ke mardon par usaka dabadaba poora ho jaata.

vah blauz utaarakar phenk detee hai. vaise bhee us par gande daag lage hain. vah apanee safed sari ke palloo se apane boobs dhakatee hai aur nadee ke barf jaise thande paanee mein do-teen dubakiyaan lagaatee hai.

thande paanee se usake nippal nukeele aur khade ho jaate hain. geelee safed sari usake boobs aur hips se chipak jaatee hai. chhipaatee kam aur dikhaatee zyaada hai. vah usee haalat mein aachaary ke ghar laut aatee hai.

boodha aadamee jab usake geele badan ko safed sari mein lipata apane saamane khada dekhata hai to andar tak chaunk jaata hai. usakee tez nazar geele safed kapade ke neeche se jhaankate usake gahare nukeele nippal par padatee hai.

usee geelee sari ke neeche usake nange hips bhee dikh rahe hain. paanee kee boonden usakee jaanghon se neeche gir rahee hain – sab dikh raha hai, sochane ke lie kuchh nahin bacha.

"svaameejee, main khud ko sukhaane ke lie kuchh nahin laee thee," vah nakalee maafee maangate hue kahatee hai. "lekin mainne khud ko dho liya hai."

"aapaka bartaav sharmanaak aur ghinauna hai," aachaary chillaate hain. “ab vahaan pair kros karake aur haath jodakar baith jao.”
champa unakee baat maanatee hai aur thaink yoo kahane ke andaaz mein haath jodatee hai. aur ek chataee par paalathee maarakar baith jaatee hai. geelee sari usakee goree jaanghon aur taaze kate hue kaale pyoobs se chipakee huee hai. aachaary ke lie use ghoorana mushkil ho raha hai.

vah sanskrt mein mantr padhana shuroo karata hai lekin baar-baar usaka dhyaan bhatak jaata hai. vah usase nazaren nahin hata paata. use kuchh aisa mahasoos hota hai jo usane pahale kabhee mahasoos nahin kiya tha. usaka puraana kok, jo pichhale 65 saalon se soya hua tha, achaanak jaag gaya hai.

apane man mein bure khyaalon ke aane se dare hue aur hile hue, aachaary apane haathon se apanee dhotee ke neeche irekshan ko chhipaane kee koshish karate hain. vah champa se kahate hain ki unakee deeksha khatm ho gaee hai, aur vah jaane ke lie aazaad hain.

champa unake paas jaatee hai aur apane guru ke pair chhoone ke lie jhukatee hai. vah dekhatee hai ki unake haath unakee jaanghon ke beech ke hisse ko dhake hue hain aur use apane aap samajh aa jaata hai ki vah kya chhipaane kee koshish kar rahe hain. vah is mauke ka donon haathon se faayada uthaatee hai. sachamuch.

“svaameejee, mujhe paap kee zindagee se bachaane ke lie dhanyavaad,” vah donon haathon se unake pair chhootee hai. “aur mujhe naee zindagee dene ke lie,” vah unake irekshan ko chhootee hai – phir se donon haathon se.

“dusht veshya! tum kya kar rahee ho?” svaameejee gusse aur nafarat ke saath-saath havas aur laalach se kaampane lagate hain.

“gurujee, mujhe apana shukriya ada karane do. mujhe apana karz chukaane do,” vah donon haathon se dhotee ke oopar se unake ling ko pakadatee hai.

“yah paap hai!” boodha aadamee chillaata hai. “nahin, yah seva hai,” champa kahatee hai. “mere guru kee seva meree naee zindagee ka pahala kaam hoga.” vah usakee dhotee uthaatee hai aur usaka ling baahar nikaalatee hai.

yogee chupachaap aur hairaanee se dekhata hai ki usake haath usake pavitr ang par jaadoo kaise karate hain. 65 saal ka selph-disiplin aur ek pavitr zindagee 6 sekand mein bikhar jaatee hai. champa ke chhoone par usaka pavitr mardaanagee khada ho jaata hai. aur badee aur lambee, sakht aur garm ho jaatee hai.

“mere paap dho do, svaameejee,” vah kahatee hai. aur apanee sari kamar tak uthaatee hai aur usake chehare par khadee ho jaatee hai. usake pair usake kandhon ke donon taraph the, usakee yoni usakee naak aur honthon ko chhoo rahee thee.
aachaary ko apane poore shareer mein bijalee ke jhatake mahasoos hote hain. kya aurat ka test aisa hota hai? kya usakee khushaboo aisee hotee hai? kya vah zindagee bhar isee se bachane kee koshish karata raha hai? kya vah shuroo se hee galat tha?

vah soonghata hai, chaatata hai aur choosata hai. vah apana chehara usakee pusee mein gaharaee tak daalata hai. pooree zindagee, vah amrt – zindagee ka divy amrt – dhoondh raha tha. aakhirakaar use vah mil hee gaya – champa kee taangon ke beech chhote, garm, geele chhed ke andar.

vah jitana ho sake utana amrt chaatata hai. ek bhee boond nahin giratee. champa kee aahen use itanee uttejit karatee hain ki vah apanee ungaliyon se usakee pusee kholata hai. aur apanee jeebh zor se andar daalata hai.

jald hee, vah kam ho jaatee hai aur apane joos se usaka chehara bhar detee hai. vah use bhookh se chaatata hai aur usakee pusee ko ponchhakar sukha deta hai. usake haath ab usake khade kok kee or badhate hain. vah nikalane ke lie tadap raha hai.

“nahin, svaameejee,” champa use rokatee hai. “maastarabeshan paap hai.”

“hai?” boodha aadamee hairaan aur kanphyoojd lag raha hai.

“aap saalon se yahee to sikha rahe hain. aapaka beej pavitr hai, gurujee. pleez ise barbaad mat karo. isase mujhe pavitr karo,” vah kahatee hai.

“kaise?”

“apane pavitr beej se mujhe andar se saaf kar do,” champa dheere-dheere usake ling par baithatee hai. “apana pavitr beej mere shareer mein daalo aur mere paap dho do.” vah apanee choot ke honthon ko usake ling ke chaaron or lapet letee hai.

yogee apanee aankhen aise band kar leta hai jaise vah kisee traans mein ho. zindagee bhar ka dhyaan bhee use is pal ke lie taiyaar nahin kar saka. usaka hisaab-kitaab ka pal aakhirakaar aa hee gaya.

champa usake kade ling par oopar-neeche phisalatee rahatee hai. usaka phisalan bhara geelaapan ise aasaan bana deta hai. har slaid aachaary ko moksh ke kareeb le jaatee hai. use aakhirakaar zindagee ka asalee makasad mil jaata hai.

kaampate aur tharatharaate hue, vah apana maal usakee choot mein gaharaee tak chhod deta hai. aur thakaan aur yakeen na hone par gir jaata hai. vah apane phlooid ko usake chhed se risate hue dekhata hai aur sharm se apana sir apane haathon mein pakad leta hai.
“mainne kya kiya?” vah hairaanee aur sharm se zor se sochata hai.

“svaameejee, aapako abhee-abhee nirvaan mila hai,” champa muskuraatee hai.

subah 11.00 baje – yoga klaas

yogee ko apanee paap kee duniya se milavaane ka apana mishan poora karane ke baad, champaakalee dheere-dheere pahaadee se neeche utaratee hai. usakee agalee manzil pahaadee ke neeche nadee kinaare bane boodhe aadamee ka aashram hai.

aachaary ke aashram mein lagabhag 20-25 shishy rahate hain. sabhee javaan hain. sabhee ne brahmachary ka vrat liya hai – kabhee shaadee nahin karana aur kabhee bachche nahin paida karana. gaanv mein ve hee akele pavitr aadamee bache hain. aaj, unake paas ek naya guru hoga jo unhen ek naee duniya se milavaega.

“svaameejee aaj yoga klaas mein nahin aa paenge,” champa bheed ke saamane khadee hokar unase kahatee hai. “unhen abhee-abhee moksh mila hai. unhonne mujhe aaj ka seshan karane ke lie kaha hai.”

shishy hairaan hain. kya unake guru ko moksh mil gaya hai? moksh? aur aaj kee klaas ko ek veshya ko chalaane ke lie kaha hai? yah socha bhee nahin ja sakata.

lekin ve apana virodh nahin kar paate. champa kee geelee sari usake kaamuk geele shareer se chipakee huee hai, jisase ve chup ho jaate hain. gande vichaar unake dimaag mein bharane lagate hain. ve khud par kaaboo rakhane ke lie yog seshan karane ke lie maan jaate hain.

chalo bhujangaasan (kobara poz) se shuroo karate hain," champa aachaary ke yog mait par baithate hue kahatee hai. "pet ke bal let jao. apane haathon kee hatheliyon ko zameen par said mein rakho. phir kandhon aur shareer ke ooparee hisse ko oopar uthao."

poora grup chupachaap dekhata hai jab champa kobara poz karatee hai. jaise hee vah apana shareer ka ooparee hissa uthaatee hai, usake mote safed boobs usakee sari ke palloo se baahar gir jaate hain. usake gahare bhoore rang ke nippal seedhe grup kee taraph ishaara karate hain. aashram ke andar ka temparechar bahut zyaada badh jaata hai.
vah khud ko dhakane kee koshish nahin karatee. yah unake maastar plaan ka hissa hai taaki unhen apanee havas aur buraee kee duniya mein kheench sake. vah unakee aankhon ke saamane apane latakate hue brest ko jhulaatee hai. ek-ek karake, aadamee apane haath unakee jaanghon ke beech kee taraph le jaane lagate hain.

“agala poz dhanuraasan (dhanush poz) hai. ham ise khade hokar karenge,” vah anauns karatee hai. vah bheed kee taraph munh karake seedhee khadee ho jaatee hai, aur phir zameen ko chhoone ke lie peechhe jhukatee hai.

jaise hee vah peechhe jhukatee hai, usakee geelee sari oopar uth jaatee hai. jisase usakee kareene se trim kee huee pusee ke baal dikhane lagate hain. har chela usakee soojee huee valva ko usakee taangon ke beech se jhaankate hue dekhata hai. ve hairaan, mantramugdh ho jaate hain, aur ek-doosare ko dekhate hain.

champa apana poz bas itanee der tak banae rakhatee hai ki usaka manachaaha asar ho jae. sabhee aadamee ab apane irekshan ko pakade hue hain, unhen buree tarah chhipaane kee koshish kar rahe hain. champa vaapas seedhee khadee ho jaatee hai aur unase aakhiree baar baat karatee hai.

“vaise, svaameejee ne mujhe aap sabako ek maisej dene ke lie kaha hai. maastarabeshan ab koee paap nahin hai. tum log vahaan pedon ke peechhe jaakar toyalet kar sakate ho.”

vah aashram se apanee agalee jagah ke lie nikal jaatee hai. ek-ek karake, sabhee shishy baahar pedon kee taraf badh jaate hain. aaj ka lesan unake lie bahut zabaradast raha. ve sab salaah ke mutaabik pedon ke neeche hastamaithun karate hain.

dopahar 12.30 baje – medikal chek-ap

gaanv ke theek beech mein, 100 saal puraane baragad ke ped ke neeche, aayurvedik doktar vaid niranjan rahate hain. kuchh saal pahale unakee patnee guzar gaeen, usake baad se vah akele rahate hain.

vah boodhe hain lekin fizikalee aur mentalee fit hain. harbal davaiyon par zor dene kee vajah se unhen sarakaaree klinik ke elopaithik doktaron se zyaada izzat milatee hai.

is gaanv ka har koee apanee zindagee mein kam se kam ek baar unaka mareez raha hai. lekin champa se zyaada koee nahin. vah unakee regular mareez hai, khaasakar apanee laifastail aur kaam kee vajah se.

“vaidajee, mujhe phir se davaee chaahie,” champa andar aate hue kahatee hai.
“phir se? is samay?” niranjan apana chashma utaarata hai. “tumhen kaun see dava chaahie?”

“hamesha vaalee,” champa besharmee se javaab detee hai. “aaj subah mera phir se saamana hua.”

“tum aur tumhaaree kharaab laiphastail,” boodha vaid mazaak udaata hai. “tum kab tak aise hee chalate rahoge? is baar vah aadamee kaun tha?”

“param paavan yogee aachaary,” champa hansatee hai.

“kya? sant? tumane use bhee phansa liya? tumhen koee sharm nahin hai?” niranjan na mein sir hilaata hai. vah apanee jadee-bootiyon ke stok se dava banaana shuroo karata hai.

“jaise tumhaare paas koee ho,” champa javaab detee hai. “har din, mujhe phree davaon ke badale mein tumhen choosana padata hai.”

“meree dava phree nahin hai,” niranjan javaab deta hai. “yah puraanee samajh, jadee-bootiyon aur paudhon kee zindagee bhar kee padhaee aur insaanee shareer ke eksapart gyaan se banee hai.”

“to, mujhe tumhaara ‘puraana’ ling ‘zindagee bhar’ choosana padega?” vah banaavatee gusse mein poochhatee hai.

“theek hai. tumhen isakee zaroorat nahin hai,” vaid javaab deta hai. “to phir aaj kee dava ke paise de do.” vah apana banaaya hua harbal pest dikhaata hai.

“mere paas koee paise nahin hain. dava khud laga lo. ise pement samajho,” champa farsh par baith jaatee hai aur apane pair phaila detee hai.

boodhe vaid kee aankhen ummeed se chamak uthatee hain. yah pahalee baar hai jab champa ne usase ungaliyon se harbal pest lagaane ko kaha hai. asal mein, usakee kisee bhee mahila mareez ne use aisa karane kee ijaazat nahin dee. vah apanee ungalee par thoda sa pest leta hai aur apana haath usakee sari ke neeche daal deta hai.

“aur oopar,” champa kahatee hai, jaise hee usakee ungalee usakee jaangh ko chhootee hai. niranjan ko ehasaas hota hai ki usaka haath laalach aur uttejana mein kaamp raha hai. kisee tarah, vah apane taaraget tak pahunchane mein kaamayaab ho jaata hai. usakee ungalee kisee naram aur geelee cheez ko chhoo gaee hai.


“andar,” champa phir se gaid karatee hai. boodha vaid itana kaamp raha hai ki aadha pest usakee choot ke honthon par ragad kha jaata hai. ab vah dheere-dheere aur ghabaraahat mein apanee ungalee us mulaayam aur geelee jagah mein daalata hai. use andar kuchh chipachipa mahasoos hota hai aur vah use utsuk nazaron se dekhata hai.

“yah to us sant ka aasheervaad hai,” champa sharaarat se hansatee hai. “aur andar jao, vaidajee. aapane kaha tha ki aapako eksapart jaanakaaree hai.”

boodhe doktar ke paas eksaparteez to hai, lekin vah sab thyoree hai. yah praiktikal hai, jahaan vah naya hai. har nae vyakti kee tarah, vah pahale ghabaraaya hua aur tenshan mein rahata hai. lekin jald hee havas aur ichchha ke aage jhuk jaata hai.

vah apanee ungalee andar-baahar karata hai. baar-baar. aur pest uthaata hai aur use andar tak daal deta hai. champa ka garm, geela chhed itana mulaayam aur phisalan bhara lagata hai ki vah kantrol kho deta hai. vah saara pest utha leta hai aur 2 ungaliyaan andar daal deta hai.

champa haamphatee hai aur karaahatee hai. gaanv mein lagabhag har din koee na koee usakee ungalee karata hai. lekin harbal pest aur niranjan kee khuradaree ungaliyaan usake pairon ke beech naya ehasaas paida karatee hain. vah apane haath-pair zor-zor se hilaane lagatee hai. aur bahut zyaada kam karatee hai.

niranjan achaanak ruk jaata hai kyonki usaka garm aur phisalan bhara joos usakee ungaliyon mein bhar jaata hai. lekin vah apanee ungaliyaan bahut der tak usakee pusee ke andar rakhata hai. "inhen baahar nikaalo," vah usase kahatee hai. lekin vah nahin sunata.

"tumhen aur dava chaahie," vah dheere se kahata hai. "saara pest nikal gaya. mujhe aur taiyaar karana hai."

champa muskuraatee hai aur hansatee hai jab vaid phir se harbal pest taiyaar karane mein bizee ho jaata hai. vah jaanatee hai ki vah ise phir se lagaega. aaj, kal aur hamesha ke lie.

9.30 pm – bhavishy kee plaaning

"is gaanv ko ek naee slat chaahie," champa gaanv ke pradhaan (gaanv ka mukhiya) se usake ghar ke peechhe blo job dete hue kahatee hai. "aur mujhe bilkul sahee ladakee mil gaee hai."

"vah kaun hai?" pradhaan poochhata hai.

“tumhen jeetoo yaad hai? us bade puraane ghar ka keyaratekar? ladakee us propartee ke maalik kee betee hai. usaka naam shilpee hai,” champa javaab detee hai.

“is gaanv mein ek aur randee hogee? koee shahar kee ladakee?” pradhaan kee aankhen ummeed se chamak uthatee hain.

“haan,” champa kahatee hai. “jeetoo ne use pahale hee kuchh baar chakha hai. vah kahata hai ki vah bahut hot aur tait hai. aur mujhase bahut chhotee hai. main kal usase miloongee aur use randee banane kee trening doongee. aur badale mein, tum jeetoo ke udhaar ke paise maaf kar dogee. tum usaka karz maaf kar dogee aur usase kabhee karz chukaane ke lie nahin kahogee.”

“manzoor hai,” pradhaan kahata hai, “ek shart par. main is shilpee ladakee ko sabase pahale chodoonga.”

 

[Kara lina]

part-6


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main jeetookaaka aur champa kee kahaanee sunakar hairaan aur hairaan rah gaya. unhonne gaanv ke pradhaan ka karz chukaane se bachane ke lie yah badee saazish rachee. unhonne kuchh paise bachaane ke lie mujhe gulaam banaane kee saazish rachee! main sadame aur sadame se sunn ho gaya.

main ab apane hee ghar mein kaidee tha. kisee ko nahin pata tha ki main yahaan hoon. apane svabhaav ke anusaar, mainne kisee ko bhee – na parivaar ko aur na hee doston ko – apane pushtainee ghar kee apanee yaatra ke baare mein nahin bataaya tha. mainne khud ko ziddee aur bevakoof hone ke lie kosa.

ab mere paas apana fon nahin tha, jisaka matalab tha ki baaharee duniya se koee sampark nahin tha. mere paas kisee se sampark karane aur madad maangane ka koee tareeka nahin tha. aur jeetookaaka kee chaukas nazaron se bachakar aazaadee kee or bhaagane ka koee raasta nahin tha.

“tum yah kyon kar rahee ho?” mainne jeetookaaka kee gairamaujoodagee mein champa se poochha. “yah usaka karz hai. vah ise na chukaakar paise bachaata hai. lekin tumhen isase kya faayada hoga?”

“mujhe tumhaare is bade puraane ghar mein rahane ko mil raha hai,” champa ne bina sharm ke javaab diya. “tumhaare mammee-paapa kabhee milane nahin aate, aur main pooree zindagee ek chhotee see jhopadee mein rahate-rahate tang aa gaee hoon.”

“jeetookaaka ne tumhen yahaan rahane ke lie kaha hai?” main hairaan rah gaee. “mere mammee-paapa kee marzee ke bina? tum unhen itana pasand kyon karatee ho?”

“kyonki poore gaanv mein unaka dik aur bols sabase bade hain,” vah hansee. “aur isalie bhee ki vah 20 saal se zyaada samay se tumhaare parivaar kee keyaratekar ke taur par seva karate-karate thak gae hain. ham donon apanee baakee zindagee is ghar mein rahane ke haqadaar hain.”

din 4

champa mujhe phul-taim slat banane kee trening dene mein bizee ho gaee. usane mere ek bhee kapade vaapas nahin kie. mujhe nahin pata tha ki usane unhen kahaan chhipaaya tha. isake bajaay, usane mujhe pahanane ke lie kuchh saadiyaan aur dupatte die.

“main ye kapade nahin pahan sakatee,” main us par chillaee. “mujhe apane kapade vaapas chaahie.”

“tumhaare shahar ke kapade is gaanv mein kisee kaam ke nahin hain,” usane berukhee se javaab diya. “hamaare mard jeens pahanee ladakiyon se darate hain. isake alaava, sari pahanakar randee ka kaam karana zyaada aasaan hai. tumhen bas ise oopar uthaana hai.”
“disambar hai. bahut thand hai. mujhe svetar aur kaardigan chaahie,” mainne kamazor aavaaz mein kaha. “vaise, mujhe sari pahanana nahin aata.”

“tumhen ab svetar kee zaroorat nahin hai. jeetoo tumhen garm rakhega,” vah hansee. “kal se, gaanv ke doosare aadamee baaree-baaree se tumhen garm rakhenge.”

doosare aadamee? kitane? main ghabaraahat mein kaanp gaee.

“chalo aaj main sari pahanaane mein tumhaaree madad karatee hoon,” champa ne aage kaha. “kal se, tum khud hee kar sakogee.”

“sirf sari? aur kuchh nahin?” main hairaan rah gaee.

“haan. koee andaragaaraments nahin. sirf sari. jab itana kuchh dikhaana hai to dhakana kyon?” usane sharaaratee muskaan ke saath javaab diya.

mere nange shareer par sari daalane ke baad, champa ne peechhe se ek dheelee gaanth lagaakar dupatta mere boobs par baandh diya. dupatte ka patala kapada mushkil se mere brest ko dhak raha tha aur jitana usane socha tha usase zyaada dikha raha tha.

“tumhaare tits bahut mazaboot aur ubhare hue hain,” usane taareef karate hue kaha, “aur itane bhare hue hain ki is gaanv ka har aadamee havas se paagal ho jae. javaan hone ka yahee faayada hai. tum mujhe mere javaanee ke dinon kee yaad dilaatee ho.”

tabhee, jeetookaaka kaheen se prakat hue. unhonne mujhe ek nazar dekha aur vaheen ruk gae. main mahasoos kar sakatee thee ki unakee havas bharee aankhen mujhamen ghus rahee hain. aur mainne yah bhee dekha ki unakee lungee ke neeche turant ek ubhaar ban raha hai.

“chhotee raanee, tum bahut alag dikhatee ho!” unhonne khushee se kaha. “tum bilkul vaisee hee dikhatee ho jaisee mainne itane saalon mein tumhen apane sapanon mein dekha tha – ek parphekt javaan gaanv kee randee.”

“vah abhee taiyaar nahin hai,” champa ne apanee eksapart raay dete hue kaha. “vah abhee bhee akad gaee hai aur tenshan mein hai. hamen use aur rilaiks aur kamphartebal banaane kee zaroorat hai.”
“ham?” jeetookaaka kee aankhen chamak utheen. “bilkul. ham teenon ko ek-doosare ko aur achchhe se jaanana chaahie.” usane champa ko aankh maaree.

isase pahale ki main samajh paata ki kya ho raha hai, jeetookaaka ne mujhe sirf ek haath se apane kandhe par utha liya. haalaanki mainne pahale bhee aisa mahasoos kiya tha, phir bhee main ek baar phir usakee zabaradast taakat se hairaan rah gaya. usakee taakat mere shareer mein samaatee huee lag rahee thee. vah mujhe mere bedaroom mein le gaya aur ek khilaune kee tarah bistar par patak diya.

mainne apane haathon aur kalaiyon par usakee lohe jaisee pakad mahasoos kee. usane besharmee se apanee lungee aur baniyaan utaar dee aur ek nange, baalon vaale jaanavar kee tarah seedha khada ho gaya. sardee kee thand mein aur usake zabaradast irekshan ko dekhakar mera shareer kaanp utha. usaka kaee inch ka ling mere saamane ek kaale lohe kee rod kee tarah khataranaak tareeke se latak raha tha.

champa bhee shaamil ho gaee aur bistar par chadh gaee. usane jeetookaaka ka sir mere boobs par dhakel diya. “usake boobs 2 pake santaron jaise lag rahe hain. hai na, jeetoo?” usane poochha.

“haan,” jeetookaaka ne havas se javaab diya.

“in santaron ko chheelakar chakhana hai. tum kisaka intazaar kar rahe ho?” champa ne use ukasaaya.

jeetookaaka ne mere stanon ko dhakane vaale patale dupatte ko apane daanton se pakada aur ek jhatake mein phaad diya.

“unhen kaato. unhen chutakee kaato. unhen chooso,” vah use ukasaatee rahee.

jeetookaaka havas se paagal ho gaya. usane mere nippal ek-ek karake apane munh mein lie, aur unhen apane honthon se jitana ho sake kheencha. usake lagaataar kheenchane aur kheenchane se mere nippal phail gae aur sooj gae. jab tak ve laal nahin ho gae, aur main karaahane lagee.

achaanak, mujhe apanee sari ke neeche ek haath mahasoos hua. meree jaanghon ke oopar rengate hue aur meree klit ko chhoote hue. ek ungalee meree slit kee lambaee par oopar-neeche chalee. ek ungalee itanee patalee aur naazuk ki vah kisee aadamee kee nahin ho sakatee thee.
jeetookaaka jab mere stanon ko chhed raha tha, to mainne kisee tarah nazaren chura leen. mujhe hairaanee huee, pata chala ki vah champa kee ungalee thee. vah shaitaan randee mere pairon tak aa gaee thee aur meree choot mein ungalee kar rahee thee! jaise hee hamaaree nazaren mileen, usane apanee ungalee seedhe meree choot mein daal dee.

mainne ek aah bharee aur zor se karaah uthee. isase pahale kabhee kisee aurat ne meree ungalee nahin kee thee. champa kee naazuk ungalee meree geelee choot mein ek chipachipe saanp kee tarah andar-baahar ho rahee thee. dheere-dheere aur lagaataar. jeetookaaka ke mere nippal par kaatane aur champa kee ungalee meree choot ke andar jaane se main mana kie gae maze mein cheekh padee.

poora kamara veshyaalay jaisa lag raha tha. meree zor kee karaahen deevaaron par goonj rahee theen. champa ke lagaataar ungalee se chodane kee vajah se meree choot se pichakane kee aavaazen aa rahee theen. aur jeetookaaka ke honth har baar jab mere nippal kheenchate aur phir chhodate to ajeeb see aavaazen nikaalate the.

jaise hee champa ne mujhe orgejm tak phingar-phak kiya, main aur zor se cheekhane laga. main bistar par chhatapataane laga aur apana joos us par chhidak diya. meree haalat dekhakar donon zor se hansane lage. aur champa ne jeetookaaka ko raaste se hataaya aur mere chehare par baith gaee.

usane apanee sari uthaee aur apanee geelee baalon vaalee pusee mere munh mein daal dee. usamen se badaboo aa rahee thee aur test bhee ganda tha. mainne apana sir ek taraph karane kee koshish kee, lekin vah tez thee. usane apanee pusee mere honthon par daba dee, jisase mujhe apanee jeebh baahar nikaalanee padee.

mainne pahale kabhee pusee nahin chaatee thee aur mujhe sach mein nahin pata tha ki main kya kar raha hoon. lekin is sichueshan se bachane ka koee raasta nahin tha aur sir hilaane kee bhee koee jagah nahin thee. champa ne apanee soojee huee klit meree jeebh par ragadee. ganda namakeen test aur usakee badaboodaar pusee ke baalon ne mujhe ultee karane par majaboor kar diya.

vah mere munh mein aage-peechhe ho rahee thee, jisase mujhe apanee jeebh usakee gandee choot ke andar daalane par majaboor hona pada. usaka joos mere munh mein aur meree thuddee par bah raha tha. unaka test bhee utana hee kharaab tha. usake trim kie hue pyoobik heyar meree naak aur honthon ko kharonch rahe the aur meree takaleef aur badha rahe the.

“mujhe ek hol chaahie,” jeetookaaka achaanak chillaaya. “abhee.”

aakhiree kuchh minat champa ke ekshan mein the. jeetookaaka ko shaayad akela aur nazarandaaz mahasoos hua hoga. usaka bada kok bhookha aur vaild tha. usake bade, baalon vaale bols rileez ke lie tadap rahe the.
“tum 4 le sakate ho,” champa zor se hans padee. “mere aur shilpee ke beech, 4 chhed tumhaara intazaar kar rahe hain. tum kitane le sakate ho? mujhe dikhao.”

jeetookaaka champa par ek ghaayal sheranee kee tarah jhapata. jaise usane usakee mardaanagee ko chunautee dee ho. yah anapadh dehaatee jaanavar hamesha se havas se bhara rahata tha aur apane land se motivet hota tha. ek saath 2 ladakiyon ko chodana ek aisa mauka tha jise vah chhodana nahin chaahata tha.

champa dogee pozishan mein aa gaee aur use lubhaane ke lie apane bat ko hilaaya. usake bade gol chootad oopar uthe hue the, ek aisa nyota jise vah mana nahin kar saka. usane usake koolhon ko alag kiya aur apane mazaboot land kee nok ko usake phisalan bhare ras par ragada. aur zor se karaahate hue use usakee choot mein daal diya.

usake garm geele chhed ne usake bade land ko kasakar pakad liya. ichchha se paagal aur usake taanon se sharminda hokar, jeetookaaka bahut tezee se aage-peechhe hilane laga. usane zoradaar dhakkon ke saath apana poora ling usakee choot mein andar-baahar kiya. jisase vah zor-zor se karaahane aur chillaane lagee.

“mujhe dikhao ki tum mard ho! mujhe dikhao ki tumhaare paas kya hai!” vah khushee mein chillaee. jeetookaaka ne use aur zor se chodana shuroo kar diya. main hairaanee se dekh raha tha ki vah bhee utanee hee zor se apane hips peechhe dhakel rahee thee. usakee harakaton kee lay apanee lay se mila rahee thee.

mujhe unakee harakaton se bahut sharmindagee mahasoos huee – ye 2 kaamuk jaanavar bina kisee sharm ya izzat ke mere saamane apanee kamar ragad rahe the. sardiyon kee kadaake kee thand mein gurraate aur karaahate hue, haanphate aur paseena bahaate hue. mainne dil se praarthana kee ki mujhe jeetookaaka ke bade ling se chudane kee takaleef se bacha liya jae.

meree praarthanaen jald hee kabool ho gaeen. kaampate aur chhatapataate hue, champa ko zoradaar aur zabaradast orgejm hua. jeetookaaka ke zoradaar dhakkon kee berahamee se bistar zor se charamaraaya aur zor-zor se hil gaya. aur ek shaitaan kee tarah, usane aankhen band karake zor-zor se choda aur phir usake andar hee jhad gaya.

usane usakee choot mein gaharaee tak dhakka diya, aur apana spank usakee choot mein jitana ho sake utana andar daalane kee koshish kee. jab usane apana saara seeman usake andar chhoda to champa kee choot ne use pooree tarah se sookha diya. thakakar vah aage badhee, jabaki usaka land sachamuch baahar aa gaya. usakee phatee huee choot se kreemee safed phlooid kee motee dhaaren nikal rahee theen.

“jab jeetoo ko chailenj milata hai to vah jaanavaron kee tarah phak karata hai,” vah mujh par muskuraee. “usake dhakkon ko jhelane ke lie tumhaare hips bade aur chaude hone chaahie. lekin mujhe yakeen hai ki tumhen yah pata hai. tumhen usake saath pahale se hee kaaphee eksapeeriyans hai.”

“1 hol ho gaya. 3 aur baakee hain,” jeetookaaka aise dahaada, jaise usane koee jang jeet lee ho.

“aaraam se, taigar. shilpee ka kal pahala klaint aane vaala hai,” champa ne mazaak mein kaha. “use aaj aaraam karane aur rilaiks karane kee zaroorat hai. mujhe yakeen hai ki vah ab aur tenshan mein nahin rahegee.”

din 5 (subah)

aadhee raat ko ek ajeeb see pheeling ne mujhe jaga diya. ya shaayad subah ka samay tha, sooraj ugane se pahale. main apane bed par akelee so rahee thee. aur kuchh, ya koee, mere oopar mandara raha tha aur mere boobs daba raha tha.

chaunkakar aur darakar, mainne apanee aankhen kholeen aur uthane kee koshish kee. tabhee mujhe ehasaas hua ki yah kya hai. dhotee pahane ek aadamee mere chehare par baitha tha. usake pair mere shareer ke donon taraph the.

main andhere mein usaka chehara nahin dekh pa rahee thee, lekin kuchh aur dekh aur mahasoos kar sakatee thee. usakee saphed dhotee se kuchh bada aur kaala baahar nikal raha tha. aur vah us badee kaalee cheez ko mere chehare par ragad raha tha.

vah sirph bada hee nahin tha, balki sakht bhee tha. aur usamen se gandee badaboo aa rahee thee. badaboo itanee gandee thee ki main cheekh padee. is dauraan mujhe usake haath apane boobs ko chhoote hue mahasoos ho rahe the.

“chup!” us aadamee ne dheere se kaha. “ghabarao mat. main gaanv ka pradhaan hoon.”

“tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” main phir chillaee. “mujhase door ho jao!”

“chup raho,” usane phir dheere se kaha. “tum mujhe nahin jaanate, lekin main tumhen jaanata hoon. champa ne mujhe tumhaare baare mein sab kuchh bata diya hai. tum dillee se shilpee ho, hamaaree naee randee.”

“kya bakavaas hai!” main phir chillaee. aur is baar, usane vah gandee, kaalee, gandee cheez mere munh mein daal dee.

“mera champa aur jeetoo ke saath egreement hai. mujhe tumhaara pahala klaint banana hai,” usane dheeme lekin dhamakaane vaale lahaje mein kaha. “ab, achchhee ladakee bano aur virodh karana band karo.”
main bol nahin pa rahee thee kyonki usaka ganda, badaboodaar ling mere munh mein phans gaya tha. isalie main karaah uthee aur gurraee aur khud ko usake changul se chhudaane kee koshish kee.

“champa aur jeetoo neeche so rahe hain,” usane aage kaha. “unhen nahin pata ki main yahaan hoon. mujhe dopahar mein aana tha. lekin main itana intazaar nahin kar saka.”

usane mujhe ek sekand ke lie saans lene dene ke lie apana ling mere munh se baahar nikaala. main khud ko poochhane se rok nahin paee, “tum ghar mein kaise ghuse?”

“main peechhe kee deevaar se chupake se andar aaya,” usane javaab diya. “vahaan ek raasta hai. champa hamesha andar aane ke lie usaka istemaal karatee hai.”

ghar ke peechhe kee deevaar mein ek raasta tha! mujhe koee andaaza nahin tha.

“champa sahee thee. tum bahut javaan aur phresh ho. gaanv ke mard tumhen paakar bahut khush honge,” usane pyaar se kaha. “aur ye to bahut pake aur spanjee hain, garmiyon ke aamon kee tarah,” usane mere stanon ko zor se dabaaya. “sunie, sar. main yah nahin karana chaahatee. jeetookaaka aur champa ne mujhe dhokha dekar kaid kar liya hai. pleez mujhe bhaagane mein madad karen,” mainne guzaarish kee.

“yah mumakin nahin hai. mainne unase ek deel kee hai. tumhen hamaare gaanv kee naee randee banana hoga. badale mein, main jeetoo ka karz maaf kar doongee.” usane apana dik vaapas mere munh mein daal diya.

mainne apanee zindagee mein jitanee bhee buree cheezen chakhee hain, unamen se pradhaan ka dik sabase bura raha hoga. usamen se bahut buree badaboo aa rahee thee – jaise kisee pablik toyalet kee – aur usaka svaad bhee utana hee ghinauna tha. isase bhee buree baat yah thee ki use aurat ke munh ke saath naramee se pesh aana nahin aata tha. ya shaayad vah bahut besabr aur hornee tha.

usane apane organ ko zor se dhakela, jisase mujhe khaansee aur dam ghutane laga. usake bade-bade baalon vaale bols aage-peechhe jhool rahe the. usake haath ab mere boobs ko daba rahe the aur sahala rahe the. usakee ungaliyaan mere nippals ko dabaane mein bizee theen.

“mainne suna hai ki shahar kee ladakiyaan mardon ka land choosane mein bahut achchhee hotee hain,” usane zor se phusaphusaaya. “mujhe yakeen hai ki aap bhee hain. main yah jaanane ke lie intazaar nahin kar sakata.”
mainne khud se kaha, yah poora gaanv hee galat kaamon ka adda hai. yahaan ke aadamee bigade hue hain aur hamesha havas mein rahate hain. mujhe bachaane ke lie koee ungalee bhee nahin uthaega. mujhe khud hee bachane ka plaan banaana hoga.

pradhaan ne mujhe bahut der tak phes-phak kiya. itanee der ki sooraj nikal aaya. mainne is poore samay apanee aankhen band rakheen. aur vah mere chehare par tezee se aur zor se dhakke maarata raha.

bhor kee pahalee kiran khidakiyon se andar aaee. door se chidiyon ke chahachahaane kee pahalee aavaaz sunaee dee. tabhee pradhaan ne apana mairaathan phes-phak seshan khatm kiya. aur mere munh aur gale mein bhaaree dischaarj ho gaya.

usaka seemen gaadha aur chipachipa tha. yah garm aur kreemee tha. lekin isaka test machhalee jaisa tez tha aur badaboo bhee kharaab thee. usane apana kok mere munh mein andar tak rakhakar aur baahar na nikaalakar mujhe use nigalane par majaboor kar diya.

santusht aur khush hokar, usakee nazar mere shareer ke nichale hisse par padee. subah kee dhoop ne usake lie mujhe dekhana aasaan bana diya. usane meree sari meree kamar se oopar utha dee. aur meree nangee pusee ko bhookhe kutte kee tarah ghoorane laga.

“koee baal nahin!” vah khushee se bola. “mard ise dekhakar paagal ho jaenge. hamane apane gaanv mein kabhee kleen-shev pusee nahin dekhee. hamaaree auraten neeche shev nahin karateen.”

vah apana chehara meree slit ke paas laaya aur apanee ungalee se opaning par chubhoee. jaise vah kisee khilaune se khel raha ho. usane apanee ungaliyon se meree pusee ke honth phailae aur dhyaan se dekha. phir usane thodee der soongha aur apane honth chaate.

“main jaana nahin chaahata, lekin mujhe jaana pad raha hai,” usane aah bharee. “jeetoo aur champa aamataur par jaldee uth jaate hain. main dopahar mein tay samay par phir aaoonga. aur is baar, main akela nahin aaoonga.”

vah utanee hee chupachaap baahar nikal gaya jitanee chupachaap andar aaya tha. mainne use jaate hue dekhane ke lie khidakee se jhaanka. ghar ke peechhe ek ghanee jhaadee thee jo baundree vol ko dhak rahee thee. aur mainne use us deevaar mein jhaadiyon se chhipe ek chhed se baahar nikalate dekha.

ab mujhe apane bhaagane ka raasta pata tha. deevaar mein bana vah chhed hee vahaan se nikalane ka mera ekamaatr raasta tha. ab mujhe yah pata lagaana tha ki kab aur kaise bhaagana hai. mainne champa aur jeetookaaka ko pradhaan ke chupake se aane ke baare mein na bataane ka phaisala kiya.
din 5 (dopahar)

pradhaan ne apanee baat rakhee. vah dopahar mein tay samay par aa gaya. is baar, usane naee dhotee aur kurta pahana hua tha. usake saath 6 aur aadamee the, sabhee boodhe aur ganje the.

jeetookaaka ne unaka svaagat kiya aur men get band kar diya. usane chaabiyaan champa ko deen, jisane unhen apane baig mein rakh liya. lekin usake baig ke andar kuchh aisa tha jisane ek sekand ke lie mera dhyaan kheencha. jab vah apana baig khol rahee thee, to mainne usake baig mein apane phon kee ek jhalak dekhee.

vah kutiya! usane mera phon apane paas rakh liya tha! main gusse mein tha. lekin mainne khud ko shaant rakhane aur saath dene ka phaisala kiya. ab bhaagana hee meree ekamaatr praathamikata thee.

“shilpee, tum bahut sundar lag rahee ho,” mujhe dekhakar pradhaan kee aankhon mein chamak aa gaee. usake peechhe chal rahe 6 aadamee mujhe laalachee nazaron se ghoor rahe the, mere shareer ko sir se pair tak dekh rahe the.

champa ne mujhe bina palloo vaalee ek naee malteekalar sari pahanaee thee. usane mere boobs par kapade ka ek chhota sa tukada baandh diya tha. mere aadhe boobs khule the, jisase mera deep kleevej dikh raha tha. baakee aadha kapade ke neeche aadha chhipa hua tha, aadha dikh raha tha.

“pradhaanajee, aap pahale jaie. yahee deel thee,” champa ne kaha.

“haan, main intazaar nahin kar sakatee,” pradhaan mere paas aaee. “lekin mere dost bhee mere saath aaenge. ve gaanv ke sabase seeniyar aadamee hain aur kisee aur se pahale naee slat ke maze lene ke hakadaar hain.”

“theek hai, jaisee tumhaaree marzee. mera sujhaav hai ki tum yaheen living room mein karo. tum 7 log ho, aur yah kamara ghar ka sabase bada hai,” champa jeetookaaka ke saath kichan mein chalee gaee.

main buree tarah dar gaee thee. un 7 bhediyon ne mujhe chaaron taraph se gher liya tha. ek-ek karake, unhonne apane kapade utaarane shuroo kar die. unamen se sirf 1 ne shart aur paint pahanee thee. baakee dhotee aur lungee mein the.

kuchh hee sekand mein, ve sab bilkul nange ho gae. unake kapade poore farsh par bikhare pade the. unamen se har ek baalon vaala, boodha, ganja aur sakht tha. unake ling seedhe khade the, unakee ghanee baalon vaalee jaanghon ke neeche aur unake bade baalon vaale andakoshon ke oopar meree taraf ishaara kar rahe the.
pradhaan ne mujhe kandhon se pakada aur peechhe se mere bastiyar kee gaanth khol dee. patala kapada chupachaap farsh par gir gaya. aur mere 34dd boobs baahar nikal aae, jo hil rahe the aur uchhal rahe the.

ve aadamee jangalee ichchha se paagal ho gae the. puraane jaanavaron kee tarah, ve mujhe har taraf se nochane lage. ek ne mere brest ko chhua, doosare ne mere botam ko pakada, aur baakiyon ne jo kuchh bhee unhen chhoo saka, usake saath chhedachhaad kee. yah sabase zyaada maze kee baat thee, aur main buree tarah dar gaee thee.

“ruko jab tak tum usake shareer ka sabase achchha hissa nahin dekh lete.” yah kahate hue, pradhaan ne meree sari kheenchee aur use pooree tarah se utaar diya. main sharm se lagabhag mar hee gaee kyonki 7 jodee bhookhee aankhen mere nange shareer ko kha rahee theen. aur unaka saara dhyaan mere pairon ke beech – meree nangee choot aur meree taazee shev kee huee pusee par tha.

“usake chhedon ke aas-paas koee baal nahin!” pradhaan ne grup mein chillaakar kaha. usane mujhe thande farsh par lita diya aur mere pair alag kar die. vo gande boodhe badamaash bhediyon ke jhund kee tarah aage aae. ve aapas mein ladane lage ki mujhe pahale kaun chodega.

unhonne ek-doosare ko dhakka diya aur aapas mein dhakka-mukkee kee. ginatee mein kam aur hoshiyaar hone ke kaaran, main pharsh par leta raha, chupachaap apanee aankhon se raham kee bheekh maangata raha. isaka un par ulta asar hua. daya ke bajaay, main unakee aankhon mein sirf vaasana aur bekaaboo ichchha dekh pa raha tha.

“pahale main!” pradhaan chillaaya. “yah pahale hee tay ho chuka hai.” lekin baakee log sunane ke mood mein nahin the. “main apanee baaree ka intazaar nahin kar sakata. main lain mein sabase aakhir mein nahin rahana chaahata.” ve sab pahale aana chaahate the, aur koee bhee aakhiree nahin hona chaahata tha.

phaisala nahin kar pa rahe the aur intazaar karane ko taiyaar nahin the, ve sab mere chaaron or khade ho gae, haathon mein land lie, aur zor-zor se hastamaithun kar rahe the. ek-ek karake, ve jhadane lage. garm, gaadhee kreem kee dhaaren oopar se mere shareer par jharane kee tarah girane lageen.

safed seemen ke tukade mere gale, boobs, pet, jaanghon aur chehare par gire. aur mere shareer ke har doosare hisse par. badaboo bahut zyaada thee, lekin mujhe use jhelana pada.

main seemen se nahaaya hua tha. gande hornee 7 ne mujhe seemen baath diya tha. yah mere saath ho sakane vaalee sabase buree cheez thee. unhonne mujhe sir se pair tak ganda kar diya.
“chalo, phir se shuroo karane se pahale thoda brek lete hain,” pradhaan ne thakaan se haamphate hue kaha. “shilpee, tum jaakar baatharoom mein naha lo. mujhe apanee randee saaph-sutharee pasand hai.”

jaise hee main baatharoom kee taraph badha, mujhe kichan se zor-zor se karaahane aur kaamuk gurraane kee aavaazen aa rahee theen. aisa lag raha tha ki jeetookaaka aur champa donon mere seemen baath ko dekhakar hornee ho gae the. aur ve said mein apane kaam mein bizee the.

bhaagane ka mauka dekhakar, mainne jaldee se apane shareer se saara seemen geele taulie se ponchh liya. aur pradhaan ko doosare aadamiyon ke saath chhat par jaane ke lie kahane se pahale use apane nange shareer par lapet liya.

“pradhaanajee, chalo chhat par chalate hain. kichan se bahut zyaada shor aa raha hai,” mainne kaha.

“aap sahee kah rahe hain. champa aur jeetoo jaanavaron jaisa bartaav karate hain. unhen koee sharm nahin hai. gaanv ke badon ke saamane gande kaam karate hain,” vah turant maan gaya.

ve sab seedhiyaan chadhakar chhat par chale gae, bina kapadon ke. mainne khud ko lain mein sabase aakhir mein rakha. jaise hee unamen se har ek chhat par pahuncha, mainne andar se daravaaza band kiya aur seedhiyon se neeche bhaaga.

main kichan mein bhaaga, jahaan jeetookaaka aur champa ek gande seksual kaam mein lage hue the. lekin mere paas khade hokar dekhane ka samay nahin tha. mainne kichan ka daravaaza band kiya aur baahar se lok kar diya. aur phir mainne champa ke baig se apana fon aur chaabiyaan uthaeen.

chhat ke daravaaze par zor-zor se dhamaaka hone laga. kuchh sekand baad, kichan ke daravaaze par bhee vaisee hee aavaazen sunaee deen. mujhe pata tha ki chhat par maujood 7 aadamiyon ke daravaaza todane mein bas kuchh hee samay baakee hai. aur kichan ka daravaaza todane ke lie akele jeetookaaka hee kaafee the.

mujhe nahin pata tha ki mere kapade kahaan chhipae gae the. isalie, mainne farsh se ek aadamee kee shart aur paint uthaee aur pahan lee. paint kee kamar kaafee badee thee, isalie mainne dupatta apanee kamar par baandh liya taaki vah gir na jae. aur phir main jhaadiyon ke peechhe chhipe deevaar ke chhed se bhaag nikala.

khat-pat kee aavaaz tez hotee gaee. mujhe chhat se bahut bhaag-daud, chillaane, hangaama aur bechainee kee aavaazen aa rahee theen. lekin main bina ruke apanee aazaadee kee or daud raha tha. main aakhirakaar kaid se bhaagane mein kaamayaab ho gaya tha.

main aksar sochata hoon ki mere bhaagane ke baad kya hua hoga. main yah maanana chaahoonga ki un 7 boodhe aadamiyon ne chhat ka daravaaza tod diya hoga. aur unhonne champa ke saath vahee kiya jo ve mere saath karana chaahate the. mujhe yah bhee ummeed hai ki pradhaan ne jeetookaaka se apane karz ka ek-ek paisa vasool liya hoga. lekin main vahaan kabhee vaapas jaakar chek nahin karoonga.

 

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part-6


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main jeetookaaka aur champa kee kahaanee sunakar hairaan aur hairaan rah gaya. unhonne gaanv ke pradhaan ka karz chukaane se bachane ke lie yah badee saazish rachee. unhonne kuchh paise bachaane ke lie mujhe gulaam banaane kee saazish rachee! main sadame aur sadame se sunn ho gaya.

main ab apane hee ghar mein kaidee tha. kisee ko nahin pata tha ki main yahaan hoon. apane svabhaav ke anusaar, mainne kisee ko bhee – na parivaar ko aur na hee doston ko – apane pushtainee ghar kee apanee yaatra ke baare mein nahin bataaya tha. mainne khud ko ziddee aur bevakoof hone ke lie kosa.

ab mere paas apana fon nahin tha, jisaka matalab tha ki baaharee duniya se koee sampark nahin tha. mere paas kisee se sampark karane aur madad maangane ka koee tareeka nahin tha. aur jeetookaaka kee chaukas nazaron se bachakar aazaadee kee or bhaagane ka koee raasta nahin tha.

“tum yah kyon kar rahee ho?” mainne jeetookaaka kee gairamaujoodagee mein champa se poochha. “yah usaka karz hai. vah ise na chukaakar paise bachaata hai. lekin tumhen isase kya faayada hoga?”

“mujhe tumhaare is bade puraane ghar mein rahane ko mil raha hai,” champa ne bina sharm ke javaab diya. “tumhaare mammee-paapa kabhee milane nahin aate, aur main pooree zindagee ek chhotee see jhopadee mein rahate-rahate tang aa gaee hoon.”

“jeetookaaka ne tumhen yahaan rahane ke lie kaha hai?” main hairaan rah gaee. “mere mammee-paapa kee marzee ke bina? tum unhen itana pasand kyon karatee ho?”

“kyonki poore gaanv mein unaka dik aur bols sabase bade hain,” vah hansee. “aur isalie bhee ki vah 20 saal se zyaada samay se tumhaare parivaar kee keyaratekar ke taur par seva karate-karate thak gae hain. ham donon apanee baakee zindagee is ghar mein rahane ke haqadaar hain.”

din 4

champa mujhe phul-taim slat banane kee trening dene mein bizee ho gaee. usane mere ek bhee kapade vaapas nahin kie. mujhe nahin pata tha ki usane unhen kahaan chhipaaya tha. isake bajaay, usane mujhe pahanane ke lie kuchh saadiyaan aur dupatte die.

“main ye kapade nahin pahan sakatee,” main us par chillaee. “mujhe apane kapade vaapas chaahie.”

“tumhaare shahar ke kapade is gaanv mein kisee kaam ke nahin hain,” usane berukhee se javaab diya. “hamaare mard jeens pahanee ladakiyon se darate hain. isake alaava, sari pahanakar randee ka kaam karana zyaada aasaan hai. tumhen bas ise oopar uthaana hai.”
“disambar hai. bahut thand hai. mujhe svetar aur kaardigan chaahie,” mainne kamazor aavaaz mein kaha. “vaise, mujhe sari pahanana nahin aata.”

“tumhen ab svetar kee zaroorat nahin hai. jeetoo tumhen garm rakhega,” vah hansee. “kal se, gaanv ke doosare aadamee baaree-baaree se tumhen garm rakhenge.”

doosare aadamee? kitane? main ghabaraahat mein kaanp gaee.

“chalo aaj main sari pahanaane mein tumhaaree madad karatee hoon,” champa ne aage kaha. “kal se, tum khud hee kar sakogee.”

“sirf sari? aur kuchh nahin?” main hairaan rah gaee.

“haan. koee andaragaaraments nahin. sirf sari. jab itana kuchh dikhaana hai to dhakana kyon?” usane sharaaratee muskaan ke saath javaab diya.

mere nange shareer par sari daalane ke baad, champa ne peechhe se ek dheelee gaanth lagaakar dupatta mere boobs par baandh diya. dupatte ka patala kapada mushkil se mere brest ko dhak raha tha aur jitana usane socha tha usase zyaada dikha raha tha.

“tumhaare tits bahut mazaboot aur ubhare hue hain,” usane taareef karate hue kaha, “aur itane bhare hue hain ki is gaanv ka har aadamee havas se paagal ho jae. javaan hone ka yahee faayada hai. tum mujhe mere javaanee ke dinon kee yaad dilaatee ho.”

tabhee, jeetookaaka kaheen se prakat hue. unhonne mujhe ek nazar dekha aur vaheen ruk gae. main mahasoos kar sakatee thee ki unakee havas bharee aankhen mujhamen ghus rahee hain. aur mainne yah bhee dekha ki unakee lungee ke neeche turant ek ubhaar ban raha hai.

“chhotee raanee, tum bahut alag dikhatee ho!” unhonne khushee se kaha. “tum bilkul vaisee hee dikhatee ho jaisee mainne itane saalon mein tumhen apane sapanon mein dekha tha – ek parphekt javaan gaanv kee randee.”

“vah abhee taiyaar nahin hai,” champa ne apanee eksapart raay dete hue kaha. “vah abhee bhee akad gaee hai aur tenshan mein hai. hamen use aur rilaiks aur kamphartebal banaane kee zaroorat hai.”
“ham?” jeetookaaka kee aankhen chamak utheen. “bilkul. ham teenon ko ek-doosare ko aur achchhe se jaanana chaahie.” usane champa ko aankh maaree.

isase pahale ki main samajh paata ki kya ho raha hai, jeetookaaka ne mujhe sirf ek haath se apane kandhe par utha liya. haalaanki mainne pahale bhee aisa mahasoos kiya tha, phir bhee main ek baar phir usakee zabaradast taakat se hairaan rah gaya. usakee taakat mere shareer mein samaatee huee lag rahee thee. vah mujhe mere bedaroom mein le gaya aur ek khilaune kee tarah bistar par patak diya.

mainne apane haathon aur kalaiyon par usakee lohe jaisee pakad mahasoos kee. usane besharmee se apanee lungee aur baniyaan utaar dee aur ek nange, baalon vaale jaanavar kee tarah seedha khada ho gaya. sardee kee thand mein aur usake zabaradast irekshan ko dekhakar mera shareer kaanp utha. usaka kaee inch ka ling mere saamane ek kaale lohe kee rod kee tarah khataranaak tareeke se latak raha tha.

champa bhee shaamil ho gaee aur bistar par chadh gaee. usane jeetookaaka ka sir mere boobs par dhakel diya. “usake boobs 2 pake santaron jaise lag rahe hain. hai na, jeetoo?” usane poochha.

“haan,” jeetookaaka ne havas se javaab diya.

“in santaron ko chheelakar chakhana hai. tum kisaka intazaar kar rahe ho?” champa ne use ukasaaya.

jeetookaaka ne mere stanon ko dhakane vaale patale dupatte ko apane daanton se pakada aur ek jhatake mein phaad diya.

“unhen kaato. unhen chutakee kaato. unhen chooso,” vah use ukasaatee rahee.

jeetookaaka havas se paagal ho gaya. usane mere nippal ek-ek karake apane munh mein lie, aur unhen apane honthon se jitana ho sake kheencha. usake lagaataar kheenchane aur kheenchane se mere nippal phail gae aur sooj gae. jab tak ve laal nahin ho gae, aur main karaahane lagee.

achaanak, mujhe apanee sari ke neeche ek haath mahasoos hua. meree jaanghon ke oopar rengate hue aur meree klit ko chhoote hue. ek ungalee meree slit kee lambaee par oopar-neeche chalee. ek ungalee itanee patalee aur naazuk ki vah kisee aadamee kee nahin ho sakatee thee.
jeetookaaka jab mere stanon ko chhed raha tha, to mainne kisee tarah nazaren chura leen. mujhe hairaanee huee, pata chala ki vah champa kee ungalee thee. vah shaitaan randee mere pairon tak aa gaee thee aur meree choot mein ungalee kar rahee thee! jaise hee hamaaree nazaren mileen, usane apanee ungalee seedhe meree choot mein daal dee.

mainne ek aah bharee aur zor se karaah uthee. isase pahale kabhee kisee aurat ne meree ungalee nahin kee thee. champa kee naazuk ungalee meree geelee choot mein ek chipachipe saanp kee tarah andar-baahar ho rahee thee. dheere-dheere aur lagaataar. jeetookaaka ke mere nippal par kaatane aur champa kee ungalee meree choot ke andar jaane se main mana kie gae maze mein cheekh padee.

poora kamara veshyaalay jaisa lag raha tha. meree zor kee karaahen deevaaron par goonj rahee theen. champa ke lagaataar ungalee se chodane kee vajah se meree choot se pichakane kee aavaazen aa rahee theen. aur jeetookaaka ke honth har baar jab mere nippal kheenchate aur phir chhodate to ajeeb see aavaazen nikaalate the.

jaise hee champa ne mujhe orgejm tak phingar-phak kiya, main aur zor se cheekhane laga. main bistar par chhatapataane laga aur apana joos us par chhidak diya. meree haalat dekhakar donon zor se hansane lage. aur champa ne jeetookaaka ko raaste se hataaya aur mere chehare par baith gaee.

usane apanee sari uthaee aur apanee geelee baalon vaalee pusee mere munh mein daal dee. usamen se badaboo aa rahee thee aur test bhee ganda tha. mainne apana sir ek taraph karane kee koshish kee, lekin vah tez thee. usane apanee pusee mere honthon par daba dee, jisase mujhe apanee jeebh baahar nikaalanee padee.

mainne pahale kabhee pusee nahin chaatee thee aur mujhe sach mein nahin pata tha ki main kya kar raha hoon. lekin is sichueshan se bachane ka koee raasta nahin tha aur sir hilaane kee bhee koee jagah nahin thee. champa ne apanee soojee huee klit meree jeebh par ragadee. ganda namakeen test aur usakee badaboodaar pusee ke baalon ne mujhe ultee karane par majaboor kar diya.

vah mere munh mein aage-peechhe ho rahee thee, jisase mujhe apanee jeebh usakee gandee choot ke andar daalane par majaboor hona pada. usaka joos mere munh mein aur meree thuddee par bah raha tha. unaka test bhee utana hee kharaab tha. usake trim kie hue pyoobik heyar meree naak aur honthon ko kharonch rahe the aur meree takaleef aur badha rahe the.

“mujhe ek hol chaahie,” jeetookaaka achaanak chillaaya. “abhee.”

aakhiree kuchh minat champa ke ekshan mein the. jeetookaaka ko shaayad akela aur nazarandaaz mahasoos hua hoga. usaka bada kok bhookha aur vaild tha. usake bade, baalon vaale bols rileez ke lie tadap rahe the.
“tum 4 le sakate ho,” champa zor se hans padee. “mere aur shilpee ke beech, 4 chhed tumhaara intazaar kar rahe hain. tum kitane le sakate ho? mujhe dikhao.”

jeetookaaka champa par ek ghaayal sheranee kee tarah jhapata. jaise usane usakee mardaanagee ko chunautee dee ho. yah anapadh dehaatee jaanavar hamesha se havas se bhara rahata tha aur apane land se motivet hota tha. ek saath 2 ladakiyon ko chodana ek aisa mauka tha jise vah chhodana nahin chaahata tha.

champa dogee pozishan mein aa gaee aur use lubhaane ke lie apane bat ko hilaaya. usake bade gol chootad oopar uthe hue the, ek aisa nyota jise vah mana nahin kar saka. usane usake koolhon ko alag kiya aur apane mazaboot land kee nok ko usake phisalan bhare ras par ragada. aur zor se karaahate hue use usakee choot mein daal diya.

usake garm geele chhed ne usake bade land ko kasakar pakad liya. ichchha se paagal aur usake taanon se sharminda hokar, jeetookaaka bahut tezee se aage-peechhe hilane laga. usane zoradaar dhakkon ke saath apana poora ling usakee choot mein andar-baahar kiya. jisase vah zor-zor se karaahane aur chillaane lagee.

“mujhe dikhao ki tum mard ho! mujhe dikhao ki tumhaare paas kya hai!” vah khushee mein chillaee. jeetookaaka ne use aur zor se chodana shuroo kar diya. main hairaanee se dekh raha tha ki vah bhee utanee hee zor se apane hips peechhe dhakel rahee thee. usakee harakaton kee lay apanee lay se mila rahee thee.

mujhe unakee harakaton se bahut sharmindagee mahasoos huee – ye 2 kaamuk jaanavar bina kisee sharm ya izzat ke mere saamane apanee kamar ragad rahe the. sardiyon kee kadaake kee thand mein gurraate aur karaahate hue, haanphate aur paseena bahaate hue. mainne dil se praarthana kee ki mujhe jeetookaaka ke bade ling se chudane kee takaleef se bacha liya jae.

meree praarthanaen jald hee kabool ho gaeen. kaampate aur chhatapataate hue, champa ko zoradaar aur zabaradast orgejm hua. jeetookaaka ke zoradaar dhakkon kee berahamee se bistar zor se charamaraaya aur zor-zor se hil gaya. aur ek shaitaan kee tarah, usane aankhen band karake zor-zor se choda aur phir usake andar hee jhad gaya.

usane usakee choot mein gaharaee tak dhakka diya, aur apana spank usakee choot mein jitana ho sake utana andar daalane kee koshish kee. jab usane apana saara seeman usake andar chhoda to champa kee choot ne use pooree tarah se sookha diya. thakakar vah aage badhee, jabaki usaka land sachamuch baahar aa gaya. usakee phatee huee choot se kreemee safed phlooid kee motee dhaaren nikal rahee theen.

“jab jeetoo ko chailenj milata hai to vah jaanavaron kee tarah phak karata hai,” vah mujh par muskuraee. “usake dhakkon ko jhelane ke lie tumhaare hips bade aur chaude hone chaahie. lekin mujhe yakeen hai ki tumhen yah pata hai. tumhen usake saath pahale se hee kaaphee eksapeeriyans hai.”

“1 hol ho gaya. 3 aur baakee hain,” jeetookaaka aise dahaada, jaise usane koee jang jeet lee ho.

“aaraam se, taigar. shilpee ka kal pahala klaint aane vaala hai,” champa ne mazaak mein kaha. “use aaj aaraam karane aur rilaiks karane kee zaroorat hai. mujhe yakeen hai ki vah ab aur tenshan mein nahin rahegee.”

din 5 (subah)

aadhee raat ko ek ajeeb see pheeling ne mujhe jaga diya. ya shaayad subah ka samay tha, sooraj ugane se pahale. main apane bed par akelee so rahee thee. aur kuchh, ya koee, mere oopar mandara raha tha aur mere boobs daba raha tha.

chaunkakar aur darakar, mainne apanee aankhen kholeen aur uthane kee koshish kee. tabhee mujhe ehasaas hua ki yah kya hai. dhotee pahane ek aadamee mere chehare par baitha tha. usake pair mere shareer ke donon taraph the.

main andhere mein usaka chehara nahin dekh pa rahee thee, lekin kuchh aur dekh aur mahasoos kar sakatee thee. usakee saphed dhotee se kuchh bada aur kaala baahar nikal raha tha. aur vah us badee kaalee cheez ko mere chehare par ragad raha tha.

vah sirph bada hee nahin tha, balki sakht bhee tha. aur usamen se gandee badaboo aa rahee thee. badaboo itanee gandee thee ki main cheekh padee. is dauraan mujhe usake haath apane boobs ko chhoote hue mahasoos ho rahe the.

“chup!” us aadamee ne dheere se kaha. “ghabarao mat. main gaanv ka pradhaan hoon.”

“tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” main phir chillaee. “mujhase door ho jao!”

“chup raho,” usane phir dheere se kaha. “tum mujhe nahin jaanate, lekin main tumhen jaanata hoon. champa ne mujhe tumhaare baare mein sab kuchh bata diya hai. tum dillee se shilpee ho, hamaaree naee randee.”

“kya bakavaas hai!” main phir chillaee. aur is baar, usane vah gandee, kaalee, gandee cheez mere munh mein daal dee.

“mera champa aur jeetoo ke saath egreement hai. mujhe tumhaara pahala klaint banana hai,” usane dheeme lekin dhamakaane vaale lahaje mein kaha. “ab, achchhee ladakee bano aur virodh karana band karo.”
main bol nahin pa rahee thee kyonki usaka ganda, badaboodaar ling mere munh mein phans gaya tha. isalie main karaah uthee aur gurraee aur khud ko usake changul se chhudaane kee koshish kee.

“champa aur jeetoo neeche so rahe hain,” usane aage kaha. “unhen nahin pata ki main yahaan hoon. mujhe dopahar mein aana tha. lekin main itana intazaar nahin kar saka.”

usane mujhe ek sekand ke lie saans lene dene ke lie apana ling mere munh se baahar nikaala. main khud ko poochhane se rok nahin paee, “tum ghar mein kaise ghuse?”

“main peechhe kee deevaar se chupake se andar aaya,” usane javaab diya. “vahaan ek raasta hai. champa hamesha andar aane ke lie usaka istemaal karatee hai.”

ghar ke peechhe kee deevaar mein ek raasta tha! mujhe koee andaaza nahin tha.

“champa sahee thee. tum bahut javaan aur phresh ho. gaanv ke mard tumhen paakar bahut khush honge,” usane pyaar se kaha. “aur ye to bahut pake aur spanjee hain, garmiyon ke aamon kee tarah,” usane mere stanon ko zor se dabaaya. “sunie, sar. main yah nahin karana chaahatee. jeetookaaka aur champa ne mujhe dhokha dekar kaid kar liya hai. pleez mujhe bhaagane mein madad karen,” mainne guzaarish kee.

“yah mumakin nahin hai. mainne unase ek deel kee hai. tumhen hamaare gaanv kee naee randee banana hoga. badale mein, main jeetoo ka karz maaf kar doongee.” usane apana dik vaapas mere munh mein daal diya.

mainne apanee zindagee mein jitanee bhee buree cheezen chakhee hain, unamen se pradhaan ka dik sabase bura raha hoga. usamen se bahut buree badaboo aa rahee thee – jaise kisee pablik toyalet kee – aur usaka svaad bhee utana hee ghinauna tha. isase bhee buree baat yah thee ki use aurat ke munh ke saath naramee se pesh aana nahin aata tha. ya shaayad vah bahut besabr aur hornee tha.

usane apane organ ko zor se dhakela, jisase mujhe khaansee aur dam ghutane laga. usake bade-bade baalon vaale bols aage-peechhe jhool rahe the. usake haath ab mere boobs ko daba rahe the aur sahala rahe the. usakee ungaliyaan mere nippals ko dabaane mein bizee theen.

“mainne suna hai ki shahar kee ladakiyaan mardon ka land choosane mein bahut achchhee hotee hain,” usane zor se phusaphusaaya. “mujhe yakeen hai ki aap bhee hain. main yah jaanane ke lie intazaar nahin kar sakata.”
mainne khud se kaha, yah poora gaanv hee galat kaamon ka adda hai. yahaan ke aadamee bigade hue hain aur hamesha havas mein rahate hain. mujhe bachaane ke lie koee ungalee bhee nahin uthaega. mujhe khud hee bachane ka plaan banaana hoga.

pradhaan ne mujhe bahut der tak phes-phak kiya. itanee der ki sooraj nikal aaya. mainne is poore samay apanee aankhen band rakheen. aur vah mere chehare par tezee se aur zor se dhakke maarata raha.

bhor kee pahalee kiran khidakiyon se andar aaee. door se chidiyon ke chahachahaane kee pahalee aavaaz sunaee dee. tabhee pradhaan ne apana mairaathan phes-phak seshan khatm kiya. aur mere munh aur gale mein bhaaree dischaarj ho gaya.

usaka seemen gaadha aur chipachipa tha. yah garm aur kreemee tha. lekin isaka test machhalee jaisa tez tha aur badaboo bhee kharaab thee. usane apana kok mere munh mein andar tak rakhakar aur baahar na nikaalakar mujhe use nigalane par majaboor kar diya.

santusht aur khush hokar, usakee nazar mere shareer ke nichale hisse par padee. subah kee dhoop ne usake lie mujhe dekhana aasaan bana diya. usane meree sari meree kamar se oopar utha dee. aur meree nangee pusee ko bhookhe kutte kee tarah ghoorane laga.

“koee baal nahin!” vah khushee se bola. “mard ise dekhakar paagal ho jaenge. hamane apane gaanv mein kabhee kleen-shev pusee nahin dekhee. hamaaree auraten neeche shev nahin karateen.”

vah apana chehara meree slit ke paas laaya aur apanee ungalee se opaning par chubhoee. jaise vah kisee khilaune se khel raha ho. usane apanee ungaliyon se meree pusee ke honth phailae aur dhyaan se dekha. phir usane thodee der soongha aur apane honth chaate.

“main jaana nahin chaahata, lekin mujhe jaana pad raha hai,” usane aah bharee. “jeetoo aur champa aamataur par jaldee uth jaate hain. main dopahar mein tay samay par phir aaoonga. aur is baar, main akela nahin aaoonga.”

vah utanee hee chupachaap baahar nikal gaya jitanee chupachaap andar aaya tha. mainne use jaate hue dekhane ke lie khidakee se jhaanka. ghar ke peechhe ek ghanee jhaadee thee jo baundree vol ko dhak rahee thee. aur mainne use us deevaar mein jhaadiyon se chhipe ek chhed se baahar nikalate dekha.

ab mujhe apane bhaagane ka raasta pata tha. deevaar mein bana vah chhed hee vahaan se nikalane ka mera ekamaatr raasta tha. ab mujhe yah pata lagaana tha ki kab aur kaise bhaagana hai. mainne champa aur jeetookaaka ko pradhaan ke chupake se aane ke baare mein na bataane ka phaisala kiya.
din 5 (dopahar)

pradhaan ne apanee baat rakhee. vah dopahar mein tay samay par aa gaya. is baar, usane naee dhotee aur kurta pahana hua tha. usake saath 6 aur aadamee the, sabhee boodhe aur ganje the.

jeetookaaka ne unaka svaagat kiya aur men get band kar diya. usane chaabiyaan champa ko deen, jisane unhen apane baig mein rakh liya. lekin usake baig ke andar kuchh aisa tha jisane ek sekand ke lie mera dhyaan kheencha. jab vah apana baig khol rahee thee, to mainne usake baig mein apane phon kee ek jhalak dekhee.

vah kutiya! usane mera phon apane paas rakh liya tha! main gusse mein tha. lekin mainne khud ko shaant rakhane aur saath dene ka phaisala kiya. ab bhaagana hee meree ekamaatr praathamikata thee.

“shilpee, tum bahut sundar lag rahee ho,” mujhe dekhakar pradhaan kee aankhon mein chamak aa gaee. usake peechhe chal rahe 6 aadamee mujhe laalachee nazaron se ghoor rahe the, mere shareer ko sir se pair tak dekh rahe the.

champa ne mujhe bina palloo vaalee ek naee malteekalar sari pahanaee thee. usane mere boobs par kapade ka ek chhota sa tukada baandh diya tha. mere aadhe boobs khule the, jisase mera deep kleevej dikh raha tha. baakee aadha kapade ke neeche aadha chhipa hua tha, aadha dikh raha tha.

“pradhaanajee, aap pahale jaie. yahee deel thee,” champa ne kaha.

“haan, main intazaar nahin kar sakatee,” pradhaan mere paas aaee. “lekin mere dost bhee mere saath aaenge. ve gaanv ke sabase seeniyar aadamee hain aur kisee aur se pahale naee slat ke maze lene ke hakadaar hain.”

“theek hai, jaisee tumhaaree marzee. mera sujhaav hai ki tum yaheen living room mein karo. tum 7 log ho, aur yah kamara ghar ka sabase bada hai,” champa jeetookaaka ke saath kichan mein chalee gaee.

main buree tarah dar gaee thee. un 7 bhediyon ne mujhe chaaron taraph se gher liya tha. ek-ek karake, unhonne apane kapade utaarane shuroo kar die. unamen se sirf 1 ne shart aur paint pahanee thee. baakee dhotee aur lungee mein the.

kuchh hee sekand mein, ve sab bilkul nange ho gae. unake kapade poore farsh par bikhare pade the. unamen se har ek baalon vaala, boodha, ganja aur sakht tha. unake ling seedhe khade the, unakee ghanee baalon vaalee jaanghon ke neeche aur unake bade baalon vaale andakoshon ke oopar meree taraf ishaara kar rahe the.
pradhaan ne mujhe kandhon se pakada aur peechhe se mere bastiyar kee gaanth khol dee. patala kapada chupachaap farsh par gir gaya. aur mere 34dd boobs baahar nikal aae, jo hil rahe the aur uchhal rahe the.

ve aadamee jangalee ichchha se paagal ho gae the. puraane jaanavaron kee tarah, ve mujhe har taraf se nochane lage. ek ne mere brest ko chhua, doosare ne mere botam ko pakada, aur baakiyon ne jo kuchh bhee unhen chhoo saka, usake saath chhedachhaad kee. yah sabase zyaada maze kee baat thee, aur main buree tarah dar gaee thee.

“ruko jab tak tum usake shareer ka sabase achchha hissa nahin dekh lete.” yah kahate hue, pradhaan ne meree sari kheenchee aur use pooree tarah se utaar diya. main sharm se lagabhag mar hee gaee kyonki 7 jodee bhookhee aankhen mere nange shareer ko kha rahee theen. aur unaka saara dhyaan mere pairon ke beech – meree nangee choot aur meree taazee shev kee huee pusee par tha.

“usake chhedon ke aas-paas koee baal nahin!” pradhaan ne grup mein chillaakar kaha. usane mujhe thande farsh par lita diya aur mere pair alag kar die. vo gande boodhe badamaash bhediyon ke jhund kee tarah aage aae. ve aapas mein ladane lage ki mujhe pahale kaun chodega.

unhonne ek-doosare ko dhakka diya aur aapas mein dhakka-mukkee kee. ginatee mein kam aur hoshiyaar hone ke kaaran, main pharsh par leta raha, chupachaap apanee aankhon se raham kee bheekh maangata raha. isaka un par ulta asar hua. daya ke bajaay, main unakee aankhon mein sirf vaasana aur bekaaboo ichchha dekh pa raha tha.

“pahale main!” pradhaan chillaaya. “yah pahale hee tay ho chuka hai.” lekin baakee log sunane ke mood mein nahin the. “main apanee baaree ka intazaar nahin kar sakata. main lain mein sabase aakhir mein nahin rahana chaahata.” ve sab pahale aana chaahate the, aur koee bhee aakhiree nahin hona chaahata tha.

phaisala nahin kar pa rahe the aur intazaar karane ko taiyaar nahin the, ve sab mere chaaron or khade ho gae, haathon mein land lie, aur zor-zor se hastamaithun kar rahe the. ek-ek karake, ve jhadane lage. garm, gaadhee kreem kee dhaaren oopar se mere shareer par jharane kee tarah girane lageen.

safed seemen ke tukade mere gale, boobs, pet, jaanghon aur chehare par gire. aur mere shareer ke har doosare hisse par. badaboo bahut zyaada thee, lekin mujhe use jhelana pada.

main seemen se nahaaya hua tha. gande hornee 7 ne mujhe seemen baath diya tha. yah mere saath ho sakane vaalee sabase buree cheez thee. unhonne mujhe sir se pair tak ganda kar diya.
“chalo, phir se shuroo karane se pahale thoda brek lete hain,” pradhaan ne thakaan se haamphate hue kaha. “shilpee, tum jaakar baatharoom mein naha lo. mujhe apanee randee saaph-sutharee pasand hai.”

jaise hee main baatharoom kee taraph badha, mujhe kichan se zor-zor se karaahane aur kaamuk gurraane kee aavaazen aa rahee theen. aisa lag raha tha ki jeetookaaka aur champa donon mere seemen baath ko dekhakar hornee ho gae the. aur ve said mein apane kaam mein bizee the.

bhaagane ka mauka dekhakar, mainne jaldee se apane shareer se saara seemen geele taulie se ponchh liya. aur pradhaan ko doosare aadamiyon ke saath chhat par jaane ke lie kahane se pahale use apane nange shareer par lapet liya.

“pradhaanajee, chalo chhat par chalate hain. kichan se bahut zyaada shor aa raha hai,” mainne kaha.

“aap sahee kah rahe hain. champa aur jeetoo jaanavaron jaisa bartaav karate hain. unhen koee sharm nahin hai. gaanv ke badon ke saamane gande kaam karate hain,” vah turant maan gaya.

ve sab seedhiyaan chadhakar chhat par chale gae, bina kapadon ke. mainne khud ko lain mein sabase aakhir mein rakha. jaise hee unamen se har ek chhat par pahuncha, mainne andar se daravaaza band kiya aur seedhiyon se neeche bhaaga.

main kichan mein bhaaga, jahaan jeetookaaka aur champa ek gande seksual kaam mein lage hue the. lekin mere paas khade hokar dekhane ka samay nahin tha. mainne kichan ka daravaaza band kiya aur baahar se lok kar diya. aur phir mainne champa ke baig se apana fon aur chaabiyaan uthaeen.

chhat ke daravaaze par zor-zor se dhamaaka hone laga. kuchh sekand baad, kichan ke daravaaze par bhee vaisee hee aavaazen sunaee deen. mujhe pata tha ki chhat par maujood 7 aadamiyon ke daravaaza todane mein bas kuchh hee samay baakee hai. aur kichan ka daravaaza todane ke lie akele jeetookaaka hee kaafee the.

mujhe nahin pata tha ki mere kapade kahaan chhipae gae the. isalie, mainne farsh se ek aadamee kee shart aur paint uthaee aur pahan lee. paint kee kamar kaafee badee thee, isalie mainne dupatta apanee kamar par baandh liya taaki vah gir na jae. aur phir main jhaadiyon ke peechhe chhipe deevaar ke chhed se bhaag nikala.

khat-pat kee aavaaz tez hotee gaee. mujhe chhat se bahut bhaag-daud, chillaane, hangaama aur bechainee kee aavaazen aa rahee theen. lekin main bina ruke apanee aazaadee kee or daud raha tha. main aakhirakaar kaid se bhaagane mein kaamayaab ho gaya tha.

main aksar sochata hoon ki mere bhaagane ke baad kya hua hoga. main yah maanana chaahoonga ki un 7 boodhe aadamiyon ne chhat ka daravaaza tod diya hoga. aur unhonne champa ke saath vahee kiya jo ve mere saath karana chaahate the. mujhe yah bhee ummeed hai ki pradhaan ne jeetookaaka se apane karz ka ek-ek paisa vasool liya hoga. lekin main vahaan kabhee vaapas jaakar chek nahin karoonga.

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