Mera naam Radha hai aur main Uttar Pradesh ke gaanv mein ek Thakur khaandaan ki bahu hoon. Kehne ko toh meri shaadi chhote Thakur Partap Singh se hui hai lekin asal mein mere husn ke maalik aur rakhwaale mere baanke, mardaane sasurji Thakur Jagat Singh hain. Main 18 saal ki hoon aur vah 50 ke lekin jab humare badanon ka milan hota hai toh hum donon ko umar ki parwaah nahin rehti.

Main bachpan se hi gaanv ki sabse sundar ladkiyon mein maani jaati hoon aur jaise ladakpan ki taraf badhi toh meri khoobsurati aur nikharne lagi. 5 foot 4 inch ka kad hi sahi, lekin mera sharer kisi apsara se kam kahaan tha – bade bade sthan, patli si tani hui kamar, gehri naabhi aur mast choot ekdum gol gaand mein baithi. Lambe baal, mote hont aur nasheeli aankhein – gaanv ke launde fida they mujhpar. Lekin mujhe na zyaada baahar jaane ki ijaazat thi aur na hi main unmein se kisi ko ghaas dalti. Aathvi class mein meri Partap ke saath sagai ho gayi thi aur 18 saal mein gauna hone tak hi mujhe padhne diya gaya. Dasvi ke baad mera byaah ho gaya aur phir bidaai.

Thakur ki haveli aalishaan thi, unki daulat gaanv mein mashhoor aur unki hasti aisi ki acche-acche bhi kaanp uthte. Sagai ke samay toh main bahot chhoti thi zyaada kuchh sochne-samajhne ke liye lekin maine sasurji ko shaadi ke dauraan zaroor dhang se dekha tha. 6 foot lambe, chaude aur roop mein ekdum khatarnaak tareh se aakarshak, badi badi moochein aur kaatil muskaan. Unke haath jaise hathode aur baahein aisi ki maanon rassiyaan lipti hon. Aisa maaloom hi nahin hota ki vey 50 saal ke hain, itne jawaan lagte hain. 18 baras mein toh maine unhein acchi tareh taada…mera apni pati, sheher mein padha aur shaant swabhaav ka, dekhne mein toh theek tha lekin apne pita muqable ekdum pheeka.

Shaadi ke mahaul mein 2-3 baar sasurji aur meri aankhein chaar hui toh chingaariyan chaleen. 18 ki main, kamsin aur kunwaari, aur 50 saal ke woh, jinke bare mein suna tha ki gaanv ki kaee auraton ko zakhmi kar chuke the. Lekin mujhe bhi apni sundarta par bharosa tha. Maine apni jeebh se apne hont ragde unke saath aankhein milate hue, maano unhein sirf geele kar rahee hoon, lekin who mera ishaara samajhke muskaraaye. Baad mein maine unhein apne pitaji se baat karte hue bhi dekha. Pheron ke waqt woh mujhe aisi hawas ke saath dekh rahe the jaise ek second akele mein milte hi mujhpar toot padenge. Main andar hi andar khush ho rahi thi.Bidaai ke samay meri ma ne mujhe zara alag bulaya aur dheere se boli,

“Beti tujhe bahu baidaan ki rasm toh pata hai na?” Maine mana karte hue sar hilaya, toh unhonein kaha, “Ek puraani pratha hai, beti. Woh sab jo ek pati-patni ke beech mein hota hai…pehle ghar ke mukhiya aur nayee bahu ke beech mein hota hai.”

Mujhe samajhne mein ek second laga lekin jab samjhee toh meri choot ucchalne lagi,

“Iska matlab…?”

Meri ma muskarane lagi, “Haan beti, tere sasurji teri shaadishuda zindagi ka udghaatan karenge. Aaj raat tu unke bistar mein guzaaregi.”

Maano Diwali jaldi aa gayi ho. Mera shareer utsah se kaanp raha tha jab main gaadi mein baithi apne pati ke saath. Partap ko bhi aane waali raat ki khabar mil gayi hogi kyunki woh kaafi udaas lag raha tha, “Aap aaraam se toh hain?”

Maine haan karte hue sar hilaya. Phir usne kaha, “Aaj toh aap mere pitaji ke paas…”
Maine chehra chhupana ke liye ghoonghat upar kar liya. Is vishay par mujhe use baat nahin karni thi!

Haveli pahaunchte hi, jab hum gaadi se utare, toh main vishaal imaarat ko dekhke vismay prakat kiya hoga kyunki Partap ne mera haath pakada aur pyaar se kaha, “Daro mat. Ab yeh aapka ghar hai.” Maine kabhi itna bada ghar dekha nahin tha lekin uske hausle ke liye shukraguzaar thi.

Andar jaate hi, do naukaraniyon ne mujhe Partap se alag kar diya aur doosri disha mein lejaane lageen. Vey chehchaha rahi thi, “Is taraf maalkin. Aapko toh bade maalik ke kamre mein lejaane ko kaha hai.”

Main kaafi aashcharyachakit thi itni jaldi in logon ko raat ki yojna ke baare mein jaankaari kaise mili. Unmein se ek ne kaha, “Bade maalik thoda pehle hi laut gaye. Unhonein aapko unke kamre mein lejaane ke liye kaha…”
Sasurji ki surat aur taakat ko yaad karke main besabr ho gayee unke paas jaane ke liye. Aakhirkaar hum unke darwaaze tak pahaunche aur ek naukaraani jaldi se mere liye doodh ka glass le aayi, “Unhein yeh bhi pilaiyega…” Is par donon hansne lagi jaise koi bahot bada mazaak ho, “Bhi matlab?” Isse pehle ki vey meri naadaani ka jawaab de sakti unhonein darwaaza kholke mujhe andar dhakka de diya aur baahar se band kar diya.

Andar bahot bada kamra tha jo ke bade kam volt ke bulb ki roshni se ujjwalit tha. Khidki khuli thi lekin parde se dhaki. Beech mein ek vishal bistar that jiski wajeh se karma chhota lag raha tha Main idhar udhar dekh rahi thi, sasurji ke liye. Achanak meri kamar par do bade haath the aur mere kaan mein bhaari awaaz, “Aa gayi bahu rani?” Mere kaan par unke jeebh paakar, maine hichki lekar apni gardan unke seene ki taraf kar li. Unke hont mere gale ki taraf jaane lage aur unke haath meri chhaati ki taraf badh gaye.

“Kya khoobsurat maal bheja hai aaj…” Kucch der meri sari ke pallu ke oopar se apne haath pher rahe the, meri gardan choomte rahe. Phir pallu ko badan se alag karte hue unhonein usey neeche kar diya, mujhe apni taraf phera, doodh ka glass mujhse liya aur mere tane hue sthanon par aankhein chipkake thoda peeya,
“Aaj raat glass se doodh peene mein maza hi nahin,” Aur apne peechhe ki mez par glass rakh diya.

Main unka arth samajh gayi. “Aapki mooch mein doodh laga hai,”
Jeebh apne honton par pherte hue main unki taraf badhi, “Pocch doon?”

Sasurji ki aankhein baahar aa raheen thi mere babbon ko dekhke aur mere shabdon se toh woh ekdum chaunk gaye – 18 saal ki gaanv ki ladki, aur yeh ada. Apne haath unke gale mein daalte hue main unhein choomne ke liye apne talwon par khadi hui. Unhonein ek haath meri gaand par sehelana shuru kiya aur ek se mere babbe dabane lage maano unke aakaar aur bhaar ki samajh kar rahein ho.

Maine unke chaandi hote baalon pe haath phere aur ek taang unki jaangh ki taraf badhane lagi. Zor se awaaz nikalte hue, unhonein ungliyon se meri choochiyaan chhedni shuru ki aur gaand ko aur dabane lage. Main bhi apne haath unki chaudi peeth par pherne lagi unhein choomte hue. Humari jeebhein ladne lagi aur ek doosre ke moonh ko nehlane lagi aur unka ek haath mere baalon mein ghus gaya jooda kholkar saare clip-shlip hatane ke liye.

Mere baal bikharkar meri kamar tak tang gaye aur saans lene ke liye main sasurji ko chhoda toh unhonein gira hua pallu uthaya aur Draupadi vastr haran ki tareh meri bhi sari utaardi. Baal bikhre, choodiyan kalhayee par, hont unke honton se laal aur sirf blouse aur petticoat pehne, main unke saamne ekdum laachaar lag rahi thi. Petticoat ka naada khol mainen gira diya, unhein dikhane ke liye ki unke raat ke khaane mein kya hai. Bas ek chhoti si panty meri choot ko unki nazar se alag kar rahi thi.

Unki garam nazar mere babbon aur kamar par tiki thi. “18 saal mein toh saali tune khoob lund khade kiye honge,” Unki bhaasha sunke main uttejit hui.

“Kiye toh hain sasurji,” hont geele karte hue apne haathon se apne babbe masalte hue maine kaha, “lekin kisi aur ko chhoone nahin diya.”

Apna kurta utaarke vey meri taraf badhe aur main unhein chidane ke liye peechhe chalti rahi. “Kahaan jaayegi tu bachke, tere peechhe toh mera hi bistar hai jaanemann. Aaj toh tu meri hoke hi rahegi…”

Itne mein mere ghutnon ke peeche ka hissa bistar se takraya aur sasurji mujh tak pahaunch gaye.

Unhonein mujhe halke se dhakka diya aur main bistar par gir gayi. Unke lambe chaude shareer par se nazar hi nahin utarti lekin meri himmat thodi dagmaga bhi rahi thi unka kad aur unpar haavi hua hawas ka bhoot dekhke. Ab toh who mere adh-nange badan ko dekhkar paagal hi ho chuke the. Unhonein mujhe ulta kiya aur apne haath se mera blouse phaad diya,

“Hum bhi toh dekhein bahu rani kya-kya raaz chhipaye baithi ho tum.”

Main jhooth-mooth ki koshish kar rahi thi unhein rokne ki jab woh mujhe waapis peeth par letaye diye, “Sasurji chhodiye humein…”

Sasurji kucch der tak humare nange badan ko aankhon se sehlate rahe, ek bhooke sher jo hiran ki daawat karne jaa raha ho, “Saali is gulabi husn ko dhakna toh zurm hona chahiye. Tujhe do hum apne bistar mein nanga rakhke roz chodenge…”

Kucch der tak unhonein mera kaan choosa, phir pyaar se meri gardan ko choomne lage, “Chashni mein nahayee hai…mmm…”

Mere sthanon ke uppar ke phoole hue hisse ko chaatne lage,

“Kya doodhiya mamme hain tere…mmm…in gulab jamunon ko khaane ke liye toh main kabse taras raha hoon ahhh….aur choochiyaan jaise anaar ke daane…mmm…” Bra ke oopar se hi haule-haule daanton se choonchiyaan khuredne lage.

Main siskiyaan lene lagi jab unhonein meri naabhi mein ungli daali aur phir usey chaatne lage, “Tera toh paseena bhi aam jaisa meetha hai jaanemann.”

Main madhoshi si ki haalat mein unki baahon mein jhool rahi thi. Apne haath ko meri panty ke andar daal meri choot ke honton mein apne ungli daali aur woh geeli hone lagi,

“Aur is mithai se toh munh mitha karna hi hai humein…”

Maine aankhein band kar li aur apne hont dabane lagi vaasna mein lupt. Mujhe sharm aa rahi thi ki main apne hi sasur ke haath aur munh se itni kaamuk ho rahi thi. Meri choot geeli shuru honi chuki thi. Vey muskarane lage, “Aaye haaye meri rani, itni jaldi hai tujhe sasur se chudai ki?”

Phir unhonein bra mein kaid mere chhote gubbaaron jaise babbon ko dekh laal tapkana shuru kar diya, unhein dabate-dabate unke beech apni naak ragadni shuru kardi. Bra ka kapda meri twacha ko halka-halka khured raha tha aur unki naak ki zordaar maalish se main pagal ho rahi thi.

Mere choodidaar haath unke kandhon par rakh main unhein uthane ka natak kar rahi thi,

“Aaah sasurji humein dard ho raha hai…”

Sasurji ne mere gale ko kaata aur bole, “Dard toh tune abhi jaane hi kahaan hai bahu rani.” Apne ghutne par uthke, aankhon mein aankhein daalke unhonein dheere se apne daanton se mere bra phaada. Meri choot aur geeli ho gayi.

Apni baahon ko apni chhaati par rakh maine apne sthanon ko dhakne ka dhong kiya, “Sasurji yeh aap kya kar rahein hain. Bahu hain hum aapki…”

Sasurji ne zabardasti meri kalhayeean pakdi aur unhain phailakar mere babbon ko apne saamne nanga kar diya maanon main koi khaane ki cheez hongi. Meri baahon ke neeche ke paseene ko choomte hue vey bole,

“Haye tera yeh sharmeela nakhra. Bahu toh baad mein hai tu, jaanemann, pehle toh tu ek badi hi lazeez kunwari randi hai.”

Yeh kehke unhonein apna munh mere babbon par ragadna shuru kar diya. Mere haathon ko mere shareer ke bagal mein kaid kar, mere khade hue mammon ko unhonein chooma, chaata aur kaata, lagatar “mmmm” karte hue.

Main aankhein band karke zor zor se billi ki tareh aawaazein nikal aur siskiyaan le rahee thee aur apne sir ko taqiye par idhar se udhar kar rahee thi,
“Sasurji aahh, ooooh, zara aaraam se….OHHH….”

Meri moti gend jaisi doodh ki thailiyon ko kaatte hue unhonein upar dekhe mujhse aankh milayi aur gandi si muskaan dete hue apni lambi jeebh meri lal-lal choochiyon par dheere se pheri,

“Aaye haaye bahurani…mmmm….tere yeh gulab jamun toh bade hi raseele hain…mmmm….inka doodh toh hum saari raat piyenge…mmm…”

Phir apne honton ki seenti banake unhein buri bacche ki tareh choosne lage. Meri choot mein toh aag lag chuki thi,
“Aap hi ke toh hain yeh sasurji…pet bharke khaiye aahhhh….”

Main apni reedh ko bistar se uthate hue apni patli janghon se unki sakht janghon ko jakad rahi thi aur ek pair ke nakhoon se unki dhoti neeche sarka rahi thi.
Mere phalon ka sevan karne ke beech woh chaatte hue ruke, “Wah saali, tu toh badi shararti nikli.”

Phir jhukke mere babbon ke beech tezi se apna sir hilane lage, gungunate hue. Vaasna ki ek leher mere pet se hoti meri choot tak daud gayi aur main hans padi. “Haye sasurji, thoda toh rehem karo aaaah….mmmmm….ohhhhh….”

“In santron ko khaane mein jo maza hai…mmmm….18 saal ki laundiyon ke mamme itna swaadisht hote hain maanon bhog mein diye hon…mmmm….Tujhse humare ladke ne byaah nahin kiya hota na….mmmm…toh uthva ke khate inhein…mmmm….”

Unki baatein meri choot mein baad laa raheen thi. Apne pairon ko unki sakht gaand par pherte hue main apne chootad ghumane lagi unki lund ki taraf. Jaise hi unhonein mere haath chhode mainen unke baalon mein ungliyan ghuseddi aur “haaye sasurji, aur sasurji” karne lagi. Choodiyon ki khanak kamre mein goonj rahi thi jab 50 saal ka boodha ek nabaalig ladki ko aurat bana raha tha.

Unka jaadoogari munh ab mere pet par phisal rahi thi aur unke bade-bade haath meri gaandke chhote, tang golon ko neeche se pakade the. Jab apni jeebh lapetke unhonein meri naabhi mein dubaani shuruki, meri choot se paani bistar mein girne laga,

“Aaaah sasurji, haaye…hum toh aapki randi ban jaayenge…yeh aap kya kar rahe hain…chhodiye na mmmm…”

Main jor jor se kamar ko bistar par ghuma naachnewaalion ki tareh thumke laga rahee thi.

Meri gaand ko apne munh ki taraf kheenchte hue vey hansne lage, “Badi utsuk hai humari nachaniya. Randi toh tujhe hum waise hi banate. Ma banayenge tujhe aaj raat. Is makhan jaise pet se tu humare bacche paida karegi saali.…mmmm wah kya khusbhoo hai teri choot ki…MMMM…”

Yeh kehke unhonein apni naak meri panty mein ghusa di aur kutte ki tareh soonghne lage. Main cheekh uthi, mera jism bistar se kaanp gaya, aur maine unke baal jakad liye, “Sasurjeeee mmmm…”

Jab unki jeebh ne meri choot par pehle waar kiya toh mujhe laga main marke swarg sadhaar gayee. Panty ka kapda mere ras aur unki laal se geela ho gaya tha. Woh meri jaanghon ko choomne lage, “Uff yeh malai jaisi twacha…”

Unke daant apne nishaan chhod rahe the meri taangon par lekin main hawas se madhosh ho chuki thi jab woh mujhe pyaar se kaat rahe the. Un hee daanton se unhonein meri panty meri choot se alag ki aur apni naak ragadne lage.

“Unhh…unhhh…kya khazaana hai, humari jaan. Makhan, malai aur raseeli mithai…”

Mere pair unki shaktishali peeth par chalke unki gardan ko jakad rahe the aur main apne babbo ko sehela apni gand ko unke haathon mein ucchaalne lagi,

“Sasurji humein tadpaiye mat mmmm…”

Sasurji ne jis josh se meri choot ko khaana shuru kiya main mar hi gayee. “Aaah…kya nasheeli sharab hai tu humari raand.”

Apni 18 baras ki doodhiyaa taangon ke beech apne 50 saal ke sasur ko apni kunwari choot se peete dekh, unke safed hote baalon ko oopar-neeche jaate dekh main unke haathon mein apni gaand ghumakar unhein jaanghon se kaske apni ore kheench rahi thi.

“Haye allah, Sasurji mmm…hum toh…unh…aap hi ke liye ras bana rahein hai…”

Apni jeebh ko meri pankhudiyon ke beech saanp ki tareh daske vey mujhe poori tareh chaatne lage. Apne buzurk hoton se jab vey lal tapkate hue meri komal twacha ko pyaar se choomne lage toh main karahne lagee aur unke baal kaske pakad liye.

“Unnhh….mmmm…teri naazuk kishmish toh ek dum gulab ka phool hai meri rani.”

Apne mote honton ko unhonein us kishmish par aise chipkake jeebh nachayee ki main rone lage gayee,

“Oh sasurji aaah…mmmmh..” Main apne hont kaat rahee thi, “AAAAH…OHHHH…main mar jaaungi sasurji…aap toh ekdum jaanwar ho…”

Apni naak se gudgudee karte hue vey saans lene oopar aaye aur pyaasi aankhon se mujhe dekha, “Jab saamne taazi meat ho toh jaanwar toh ban hi jaayenge na,”

Yeh kehte hue unhonein kutte si lambi apni jeebh nikali aur haanfte hue apna munh waapis neeche lejaane lage,

“Kya khusbhoo hai laundiya, maano amrit jaisi malai….”

Phir unhonein meri kacchi kali ko aisa kata jaise koi angoor ho aur phir malham ke taur par aur choosne lage. Meri choot se ras behta gaya aur main jhadne lagi, bistar par rengte hue aur apni janghon ke beech unhein ghontte hue.

Main chillane lagi, “AAAA mere raja, HAYEEEE, MMMMH, OHHHH, aur choosiye, kaatiye humein…UNHHHH….mere maalik OHHH…”

Unki takatwar peeth par apni aediyaan maarte hue main jhad gayee.

Vey uth gaye aur meri jaanghon ko masalte hue bole, “Is 18 saal ke jawaan jism par ab sirf mera haq hai, samjhee tu? Tu nangi rahegi mere kamre mein jab tak baccha paida nahin kar leti mera. Mera beta namard hai aur tujh jaisi cheez ko main us par barbad nahin karunga.”
Apne 50 saal ke sasur ko apni 18 saal ki jawaani par huqumat jatate hue dekh meri choot phir geeli ho rahee thi. Unki chhaati par nazaakat se nakhoon ghaseetke main dheere se baalon ko taqeeye par phailane ka bahaane se apni baahein sir ke oopar le gayee aur ashleel si muskaan dete hue apna seena taana,

“Hmm…jo aagya malik. Apna bahu hone ka kartavya nibhaungi zaroor, aapko waaris dekar. Kaho toh din aur raat apna nanga badan aap hi ki seva mein laga doon…”

Mere shabd sunkar aur gadraye hue babbon ko yoon apne chakhne ke liye uthta dekh Sasurji ki aankhon mein aag lag gayi. Meri gaand ko apne vishal haaton mein kaste hue unhonein jhukkar meri choochiyo ko zor se chumme dene lage. Hoton ko kaatte hue main hansi aur apne jism ko is 8-inch ke lund ke maalik ke hawaale kar diya.

Gardan par jeebh pherte hue unhonein apna saara wajan mujhpar daal diya aur maine unke pahaad jaise kandhon par apne komal se haath rakhke unhein sehlana shuru kar diya. Phir apna lund dheere dheere meri geeli choot mein sarkane lage. Main billi ki tareh meow-meow kar rahi thi, meri taangein unke balwaan peeth par pherte hue. Meri gaand ko uthate hue unhonein apna lund poori tareh ghusa diya aur aankhein band karke lambe nishwas liya,

“Uff meri billi…yeh kunwari choot ka sukh…18 saal ki nayi naveli tijori ko todne ki masti hi kucch aur hai…unh…”

Jab meri andar ki rukawat unke rakshasi auzaar se phati toh khoon sa nikla aur chubhan bahaut zyaada hui. Main cheekh padi, aadhi peeda aur aadhi anand se,

“Ui ma…sasurji…aaaah…humein dard ho raha hai…humare kacchepan ka to khyaal rakhiye…sssss….”

Mere honton ko choomte hue, apni chaudi chhaati mein mere chhote badan ko liptate hue bole, “Meri naazuk phool, teri in hi adaaon par toh hum fida hain. Zara dard sehle phir toh tera who haal karenge ki bistar se uth bhi na payegi.”

Apne nakhoon apne sasur ki peeth par gaadhte hue khud se 30-35 saal bade aadmi se yeh vaayda sunke mere choot ke darwaaze aise khule jaise hathodae ka intezaar hi kar rahein ho. Androni muscles pighal se gaye aur unke lund ka swaagat karne lage jaise woh andar-baahar mujhe thokne lage. Mere haath unke safed baalon mein dhas gaye aur apne babbo ko us lajawaab moonh ko khilate hue main apna sir yahaan se wahaan patakne lagi. Vey is chaav se mere sthanon ko choos rahe the jaise koi gaaye apne bacchde ko. Zor zor se chaatne ki awaaz banate hue vey “mmmm…aah…bahu rani…” aise kar rahe the maano koi naya pakwaan kha rahein ho.

Apni yoni ko bharne ka ehsaas naya zaroor tha lekin main jaldi seekh rahi thi aur apne pair ke nakhoon se unki gaand nochne lagi aur haath ke nakhoon se unki peeth. Kabhi mera haath unki gardan ke oopar ke baalon mein jaata aur kabhi unki baahon par. Mere baap ki umar ka mard mujhe randi ki tareh pel raha tha aur main pagla gayee thi,

“Uff sasurji…baccha do mujhe apna…beej boiye is kunware garbh mein…unh…main aapke bacchon ki maa banungi…unh…inhi mammon se doodh pilaungi unhein…aah…”

Main karaahne lagi, meri aankhon se aansoo nikalne lage jaise mera jawaan badan unke is zabardast hamle se hilne laga, meri gaand unke thaali jaise haathon mein matakne lagi, “AAAAH…UNNNH….OOOHHHH SASURJI…chodiye mujhe…raand banaiye…aaah…beej dijiye apni…AAAAAAA….UNHHHH….”

Jaise unke beej ras ka mere garbh mein visphot hua, vey bhi mere saath jhadne lage aur aisa laga jaise hum kisi oonchaai se gir rahe honge. Mere andar hi gadhe hue unhonein saans phulate hue meri gardan chaati,

“Kya namkeen paseena hai tera meri haseena…mmm…haaye, teri chikni choot mein toh hum reh sakte hain. Teri jawaani humare bistar ko har raat sajaayegi…mmmmh…gehnon se tera badan chamkega (kaan kaatte hue)…makhmal ki chaadar mein nangi lipti rahegi tu har raat apne maalik ki chudai ka intezaar karne ke liye…unhhh…aur humare khandaan ko aage badhaayegi…mmmm…”

Mere dimaag mein jo chitr rache jaa rahe the aise thi ki bas in shaktishaali baahon mein sama jaaoon. Is kamre mein aish or aaraam ka jeevan jeene ke liye agar mujhe nirvastra hokar is thukai ke thakur se kucch bacche paide karne padein toh kya bura hai?

Thodi der yoon hi lete rahe, main unke baal sehla rahi thi, yaun santushti ki dheemi aanch mein sikte hue, apne jaanghon ke beech unki kamar ko jakde. The toh vey 50 saal ke gandi nazar waale budhau, unki laal zaroorat se zyaada tapak rahi thi apni beti ki umar ki raseeli jawaani par aur daant bhi kam the jis kaaran se vey itna unda chooste the, lekin meri choot ke aise udghaatan ke liye mere badan par adhikaar un hi ka tha,

“Uff sasurji, aap na bade woh ho…” Main sharma ke boli.

Sasurji ne apne hont mere mammo par pyaar se sarkaye, “Kya?”

“Aag laga di aapne toh aaa…malik…” Meri baat siski par atak gayi aur maine aankhein band kar li jab vey neeche jaake apni naak meri naabhi mein haule-haule ragadne lage.

“Mmmm….tu hai hi 18 baras ki atom bomb saali…” Aankhein mujh par lautka kar apni jeebh se aakaar banana lage mere tane hue patle pet par, “Apni yeh komal kamar matkade zara sasur ke liye.”

Main sharmane lagi, “Uff kya keh rahe hain aap?”

Ek gande mazaak wala chehra banate hue unhonein meri gehri naabhi mein jeebh ghumani shuru kardi, “Abhi paanch minute pehle toh bade thumke laga rahi thi thi saali. Teri is kamar ke lachkon ke toh hum deewane hain. Aur naabhi jaise katori. Soch rahein hain suhaag raat ka doodh ismein daal ke piyein…MMMM…”

Yeh kehte vey meri naabhi ko choosne lage, apne mote honton se konon ko kabhi kheenchte toh kabhi laal se bhari naabhi mein se peete.

Maine apni naazuk kamar ko zara se ghuma diya aur unhein pagal bana diya,

“Aaahh…teri is malai jaisi kamar ko dekhke ek taraf mujra karwane ka mann karte hua aur doosri taraf isey apne bacchon se sooja hua dekhne ka.”

“Donon ho jaayenge na sasurji…aapka baccha toh humein bhi pet mein paalne hain…daaliye humme apna mard ras…” Maine sharmeeli si hansi nikaali aur apni choot ki sugandh se baawle hue sasur ko neeche jaate dekh lambi saansein lene lagi.

“Sssss…saali aisi masaledaar mehek hai teri ki ise soonghte hi mera lund khambe ki tareh khada ho jaata hai. Kutiya hoti hai na…kutte ko apni taraf ghaseetne ke liye aisi hi mehek nikalti hai.”

Unke shabd mera dimaag kharab kar rahe the. Main apne babbon ko masalne lagi jab unka sir meri taangon ke beech dhas gaya aur mujhe chabane lage. Poora waqt apni aankein meri aankhon mein daal kar apni khurburi jeebh se woh meri malai ko saaf karte rahe the aur mere us zaalim button ko apne daanton ke beech lekar dabate rahe the. Phir honton mein bade pyaar se use lapetke use bade sabr ke saath jeebh se nehela rahe the,

“Aur tere is shehed…MMMM… ko chakhne ke liye toh hum kutte bankar bhi tere gulabi husn ke chakkar kaaatne ko tayaar hain…MMMM…”

Ek haath se apni choonchiyaan kheenchte hue aur ek haath se unk baal, main apni gaand ko unke haathon mein ragadte hue apni jawaan janghon ko unke boodhe kaanon par ragadne lagi hue badbadane lagi, “AAAA SASURJI, CHOOSIYE APNI RANDI KO, CHAATIYE APNI JAWAAN KUTIYA KO, HAYE UNHHH OHHHH MAIN JHAD RAHI HOON OOOOH…”

Jab main kucch minute baad hosh mein aayi toh Sasurji ki baahon mein daayen side par leti thi. Unka sir mere mammon ke bagal mein taqiye par tha, jisse woh aaraam se daba rahe the sakein. Meri baayi jaangh unke bhagone jaise haath mein thi aur vey usey sehla rahe the. Aur mere haath unki paseene se latpat chhaati par pyaar se phir rahe.

Maine angdai lene ke jaise apna tana hua seena kheencha, unke moonh mein mammon ko ucchalte dekh aur paani aane laga, apni jaangh se unhein kaske pakda aur unhein aur paas le aayi. Phir “mmmm” ki aawaaz nikaal, gardan peechhi karke aankhein band kar li aur apne babbon ko pakadkar unke moonh mein bhar diye, “Mmmh bade…aah…bhooke hain aap…”

Apne honton se apni laal se geeli meri choonchiyoon par phoonk marke Sasurji ne mujhe jakad liye, “Tere tane hue mamme toh ice cream ke cone jaise hain rani.” Unhein pyaar se choomte hue aur bole, “Aur khadi choonchiyan rajma ki tareh lal hain jaise humse unhein moonh mein lene ki zidd kar raheen ho.” Neeche meri choot mein ek ungli daalke bole, “Aur yeh waali rajma bhi.”

Phir meri gaand ko poori tareh apne haathon se pakadke, mere seene ki daawat ko lautte hue bole, “Is zaayke se toh humara mann nahin bhara hai bahu rani. Aaj toh apna baccha tere pet mein daalna hi hai humein.”

Apne 50 saal ke sasur ke saath aane waali suhaagraat ke baare mein soch meri 18 saal ki choot phir geeli ho gayi, “Mmmmh…pita nahin toh…ahhh…pati samaan toh…ssssss….ho aap sasurji…”
Thodi der yoon hi ek doosre ki baahon mein lete rahe main aur mere sasurji. Phir unke moonh aur haath ke neeche main phir se kaamuk hone lagee. Mujhe apne 50 saal boodhe is maalik par bhi hukm chalana tha. Unhonein mere badan par toh fateh karli thi. Ab meri baari thi.

Unki baahon se khud ko chhudake maine unhein unke peeth ke bal leta diya,

“Mere raja, humein bhi toh seva ka mauka dijiye…”

Apne hont chaatte hue main unke 6 foot ke lambe-chaude seene par apne haath pherne lagi aur unki choochiyon ko choomne lagi. Unke gaali ko chooste hue unke honton tak pahaunchi aur apni jeebh se unki jeebh ke saath khelne lagi. Unki hatheliyan meri gaand ko sehelane lagee aur main uttejit aawaazein banana lagi,

“Kya swaad hai bahu rani…kaunsi lipstick lagati ho…” yeh kehte hue unhonein mera neeche waala hont kaat liya. Ek shararati si hansi chhodke main uthi aur waapis unke seene par lambe chumme daalne lagi. Unke haath meri gaand se meri peeth par ja pahaunchein aur unki saans chadhne lagi,

“Maar hi daalogi tum toh bahu…”

Maine unko ek aisi muskaan di jisse unka 8 inch ka lund ekdum sainik ki tareh attention par khada ho gaya aur apne gand ko uski doosri ore sarkake usey apne haath mein le liya,

“Sasurji sssss…kya kaatil cheez hai yeh…”

Us motey, kale hatyaar ko apne chhote gore-gore haathon mein lekar maine khoob dabaya aur apne sasur ki aankhon mein aankhein daalkar unki vivashta ka khoob maza liya. Apne honton se naagin si awaazein nikaal main unke saamne apne jism ka nazaara aise pesh kiya jisse vey waheen mere haath mein jhad jaayein. Humare beech mein ek match sa chhid chuka tha.

Main ek haath se unke lund ko peesti aur ek se unke daanton aur honton se ghayal babbon ko dabati, jahaan ungliyaan unki gotiyon par pherti toh waheen apni choot mein daalke ras ko unglee mein lekar chaatti. Ek taraf unke lund ko pyaar se masalti toh waheen apni kamar lachkake ek ungli ko moonh mein daalke apni naabhi mein gholti. Saare waqt humari nazarein ek doosre par gadhi rahi, meri un par aur unki mere us 18 baras ke nange badan par jiska vey beintehaa shoshan karna chahte the.

“Meri raneee…ssssss haye….tu toh…unh….sachmuch randi nikli…aaaahhh….agar teri kali humnein aaj is bistar mein na todi hoti…hayyyeeeee…toh kothe ka maal se kam nahin samajhte…OOOOHHH…”

Unka sir taqiye par peechhe gir gaya aur unki aankhein aakhir band hi ho gayi jab main ek aakhri baar unke auzaar ko kasa,

“Ab humein aapko bhi chakhna hai sasurji…hum bhi toh jaane jisse maa banenge hum us jaadoo ki chhadi ka swaad kaisa hai…”

Yeh sunke mujhe aisa laga Sasurji ki ek goti toh aise hi phat jaayegi. Apne ghutnon par khud ko aur neeche karte hue maine khoob garam nazaron se unhein dekha aur unke lund to choomne lagi. Meri pyaari si gulabi jheebh usey chaatne aur choone lagi aur main yoon awaazen nikal rahi thi jaise yeh sabse duniya ka sabse badhiya vyanjan ho. Dheere dheere saare 8 inch apne moonh mein le liye.

Unki badi badi gotiyaan mere chhote moonh mein tair rahi thi aur mujhe saans lene mein zara dikkat hui lekin main “mmmmh” karti rahi aur jad ko pakadke apne moonh mein sehelati rahi, jeebh se choosti rahi. Sasurji kaanpne lage, unhonein mere baal jakad liye aur badbadane lage,

“Choos saali randi…hayyyee…unhhhh….nighal humare beej ko…MMMMHHH…tere pet main toh waise bhi jaana hi hai…aur zor se…”

Maine chhote choote danton se gilheri ki tareh unke lund ko khureda jab tak who ekdum behoshi ki haalat mein mere paseene se geele baalon par haath pherne lage,
“Bas beti bas….boodhe sasur ko maaregi kya…AAAHHH…UNHHH…MMMM….”

Unka yeh naya lachaar rukh dekhke mujhe apni shakti par naaz hua aur main tab tak nahin ruki jab tak vey mere munh mein jhadne hi waale the. Phir lapakke main unke lund par baith gayee aur jo chipchipa dravya nikla ussey apni choot aur unke lund ke milan ko gum ki tareh saath chipka diya,

Unki chhati ko nakhoon se khujate hue main hansi aur apne lambon baalon ko apne mast shareer se hata peechhe kar diya. Phir apni gaand ko haule-haule ghumane lagi, “Mmmm…sasurji…ab boliye…maalik kaun?”

Sasurji ek dum thake hue lag rahe the kucch pal taqiye par aaraam kiye. Phir chupke se, jab main apni jeet ka jashn khud se saath khelke bana rahi thi, unhonein apne mazdoori se sakth haath meri kamar par daale,

“Maanna padega bahu rani. Hai toh tu pataka…” Mere mammon par halke se haath pherke bole, “Sangmarmar sa jism aur moonh jaise saala paani ka pipe.”

Main hansi aur unke seene par letne ke baare mein soch hi rahi thi lekin unhonein jhapakke meri kamar kaske pakadli,

“Lekin maalik toh ek hi ho sakta hai meri chhipkali…tera raja koi kal ka launda nahin hai jo itne mein gir jaayega. Tujhe mujhse ulajhne ke liye sabak sikhaoon.”

Yeh kehte hue unke haath meri gaand ke par kas gaye aur vey mujhe apne khade lund par ghumaane lage. Main zara chaunk gayi aur unke seene se chipak gayee.
Kya taakat thi us aadmi mein! 50 saal mein bhi mujh jaisi ladki ko aise pel rahe the jaise machine.

Main oopar-neeche hoti rahee aur meri peeth apni baahon ke bal peechhe kar sasurji ne mere seene ko apne moonh ke liye khol diya. Jis lay se main unke lund aur haathon par ucchalti us hi lay se who mere gale se naabhi tak mujhe lagataar choomte rahe. Main sir oopar kar apne haathon se unke peeth ko pakadne lagi.

“Haye sasurji…kya sher hain aap toh…aaaaah….unhhh….mmmmh….kya taakat hai…MMMMHHHH…UNNNHHHH…”

Sasurji toh ab alag hi dhun mein the, mujh par apna swaamitva jatane ke. Mere seene se sir uthake unhonein meri kamar pakdi aur khade ho gaye. Halki si cheenkh dete hue main aap hi apni tangein uthake unki peeth ke peeche aidiyaan jod li. Is roop mein unhonein mujhe choda jab tak meri choot ek dum laal na ho gayi ho. Main rone lag gayi,

“Sasurji aaaahhh….mmmmhh….rehem khaiye…aaj toh pehli raat hai humari…thoda aaraam…”

Lekin sasur ko chadh gaya tha hawas ka nasha.

“Saali raand, abhi toh bade tevar dikha rahee thi. Mere lund par kaaboo paana chahti thi na…UNHHH…yeh le…MMMMHH…apne rasgullon aur imli ke saath chida rahee thi na…yeh le…UNFFFHHH…”

Meri bewafa choot bhi toh us daitya lund ko aise fit ho rahi thi jaise kele ka chhilka kele par fit hota hai. Mujhe pakadke vey bistar se utare aur deewar ki taraf chalne lage. Maine unka gala pakda aur khud ko sambhaala haalanki unki haathon mein meri gaand surakshit thi aur unki peeth par aidiyaan mere wazan ko santulit rakhe. Mere saand se sasur ke liye mujh jaisi billi ko uthaana koi mushqil baat nahin thi aur har kadam par meri chudai hoti rahi.

Main do baar jhad chuki thi aur meri aankhoon se paani nikla hi jaa raha tha. Ek taraf tha woh anant anand jo mujhe is chudai mein aa raha tha aur doosri ore thi meri kadak nayee choot jo ekdum past ho chuki thi,

“AAAAAHHH…zor se…unhhhh…bas sasurji…humein maaf kar dijiye…abse hum aapki daasi banke rahenge…mmmhhh…ohhhh….chhod dijiye humEEIIIN…”

Deewar ke khilaf mujhe kaid kiye, mere sasur ne mujhe khoob thoka. Jhukke apni jeebh mere mammon par mali, zabardast awaazon ke saath unhein chooma aur kaata jab tak vey aur gulabi aur unki laal se latpat ho gaye. Maine apne haath se unke sir ko waheen rakha jab tak main chauthi baar jhad gayi aur phir cheekhte hue, apne nakhoon ko unki peeth mein gaadhkar aisi buri tareh chillayee ki poora mohalla hi jag jaaye. Unke lund ne gotityon se kucch bomb blast mere garbh ke dwaar mein kar diye.

Mujhe neeche sarkate hue, sasurji mudke door chale gaye aur haanfte hue, glass se doodh peene lage. Main deewar se apni peeth lagakar, waapis khud ko ikattha kar rahee thee. Sasurji ka badla toh bada hi zakhm dene waala tha. Lekin ab toh vey bhi sachmuch past lag rahe the. Doodh peete hue mujh par unki nazar tiki rahi aur mujhe ehsaas hua ki vey mujhse peene ka anubhav yaad kar rahein hain.

Phir mujhe ek aur vichar aaya. Is waqt is buddhe ko thoda chidaun, jo hashr isne meri choot ka kiya iske lund ko bhi zara saza doon. Apne haathon ko sir ke oopar kar main naachne lagi,

“Sasurji humare yahaan toh aag bujhi nahin. Kucch kariye na.”

Ab toh unka lund bhi bade dheere sakht ho raha tha. Maine unhein aisi muskaan di jisse tawaifein bhi sharma jaayein aur apni gand ko dewaar par ragadte hue apni kamar waise ghumane lagi jaise maine heroinon ko item numberon mein karte dekha tha. Sir par rakhee saaf suthri baahon se khiche kadak babbe aisi khade ho gaye jaise keh rahe hon, “Aao humein chooso.” Aur meri choot toh jaise mere chahne se geeli ho gayi, mera shehed baalon se tapakne laga,

“Kya hua mere sher? Hirani ka shikaar nahin karoge?”