Charu ne mera haath pakad kar living room ke beech kheench liya aur boli, “Aaj raat compound wale program se pehle ek baar poora scene nikalna hai.”
Main hansne laga, lekin uski aankhen serious thi. Hum dono Vadodara ki isi society committee ke volunteers the, aur couple wala chhota natak hamaari zimmedari par tha.
“Itna kheenchogi to haath nikal jayega,” maine kaha.
Woh meri taraf aayi, dupatta kandhe par theek kiya, aur stage wali awaaz mein boli, “Tumne college ke baad kaha tha, ek din yeh scene asli mein karenge. Aaj wahi line hai.”
Mujhe woh baat yaad aayi, lekin main usey hansi samajhta raha tha. Charu ke liye woh waada tha. Program ki tayyari ke beech yeh galatfahmi khulni hi thi.
Vadodara ki is colony mein aaj cultural night lagi thi, Bharat ke kai shahron jaisi hi dholak aur light ki raunak neeche sunaayi de rahi thi.
“Charu, woh line mazaak thi,” maine dheere se kaha.
Kadmon ne peeche hatne se inkaar kiya. “Mere liye nahi thi. Agar sirf acting karni hai to bol do. Main abhi neeche chali jaungi.”
Uski saans tez ho gayi thi. Main uske itne kareeb tha ki uski khushbu aur gajra dono ek saath lage. Hum akele the.
Uska chehra saaf dikh raha tha. “Agar asli chahiye, to acting band.”
Meri shirt ke pehle button par uski ungli ruki. “Haan. Mujhe abhi chahiye. Program baad mein sochenge.”
Wada aur program
Pehla button khula to ungli doosre par chali gayi. Main uske honth tak jhuka. Charu ne muh aage kiya, koi inkaar nahi aaya. Hum dono ke honth mile, pehle halke, phir gehre.
Uski zubaan meri zubaan se takrai. Dupatta kandhe se sarak gaya. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Shirt ke baaki button bina line yaad kiye khulte gaye.
“Sagar, itne saal tum yeh sochte rahe ki main mazaak samajhungi,” honth chhod kar usne kaha.
“Ab nahi sochta.”
Kurti ke neeche uski bra tight thi. Kapda upar hua, dono haath khud upar uth gaye. Kurti sofa ke kone par giri. Uski skin garam thi. Gale se lekar collarbone tak maine chuma, dheere, jaise koi line ab yaad na ho.
Jeans ki belt uske haathon se khuli. Meri saans bhaari pad gayi. Living room ke galeeche par khade the, curtains aadhe khinche hue the. Neeche dholak ki dhun aa rahi thi, jaise poori colony wait kar rahi ho.
Charu ne meri jeans neeche sarkaayi, underwear ke saath. Mera lund bahar aaya, tight. Uske haath mein aa gaya, dheere ragda jaane laga.
“Itna jaldi hard,” awaaz mein halki hansi thi.
“Tumhari wajah se.”
Churidar ki nara khuli. Kapde girte gaye. Uski chut par halka gila pan tha jab meri ungli uski folds ke beech gayi. Gardan pakad kar woh khadi rahi, meri ungli ke hisaab se saans badalti rahi.
Sofa ki taraf narmi se dhakka diya. Woh let gayi, taange khuli. Uski thighs ke beech jhuk kar maine zubaan se uski chut chaati. Uski aankhen band ho gayi.
“Sagar… wahan… haan.”
Do ungliyan andar gayi, geeli. mere baal uski ungliyon mein ulajh gaye. Clit par dabaav dete hi uski kamar uthne lagi, jaise stage ki line ab bilkul kaam ki na ho.
“Andar aao,” usne kaha.
Kapdon ke neeche se chhota packet nikal aaya. Maine condom nikala aur lagaya. Phir apna lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Woh khud thodi neeche aayi. Main dheere andar gaya.
Uski chut ne kas diya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Jo acting nahi rahi
Pehle dhakke dheere the. Meri peeth uski nails se khorchne lagi. Sofa ke cushion sarak gaye, ek neeche gir gaya, koi uthane nahi aaya.
Andar tak jaane par uski aankhen khuli. “Yeh woh scene nahi hai jo neeche log dekhne wale the.”
“Woh scene jhootha tha,” maine kaha, aur dhakka tez kiya.
Uski thighs meri kamar par lapeti rahi. Har dhakke par gajra thoda aur khula. Phool ke pedals galeeche par girne lage. Main uske kandhon ko pakde raha, taaki sofa ke kinare se na sarak jaaye.
Neeche mandap par log wait kar rahe honge. Hindustan bhar mein aise society programs har season mein chalte hain, lekin us pal unki parwah nahi thi.
Charu ne apna ek haath mere baal mein daala. “College ke baad tumne kaha tha asli mein karenge. Main saal bhar sochti rahi ki tum bhool gaye.”
“Bhoola nahi, halka samajh liya. Galti meri thi.”
Uski chut aur geeli ho gayi. Maine lund bahar nikaala, sirf itna ki tip uski folds par rahe, phir dobara andar gaya. Usne muh se awaaz dabaayi, lekin dabaayi hui awaaz bhi saaf thi.
“Aur andar. Mat rukna.”
Rhythm mil gaya. Sofa ki ek pair halki si chhinkne lagi. Main uski kamar ke neeche haath dekar uthata raha, taaki har dhakka uski clit se bhi ragde. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi meri taraf.
Paseena uske gale par chamak raha tha. Maine zubaan se woh namak chaata. Charu hans di, phir turant saans ke saath karah uthi.
“Has kyun rahi ho?”
“Isliye ki neeche Rakesh bhaiya microphone check kar rahe honge, aur yahan tum meri chut mein ho.”
Yeh baat sunkar mera lund aur tight ho gaya. Maine dhakke gahre kiye. Uski taange meri kamar par kasti rahi. Condom ke upar bhi garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Beech mein usne mujhe seene se lagaya. Mera muh uski chhati par aa gaya. Maine nipple chusa, daant se halka dabaaya. Uski kamar uchhak kar meri taraf aayi, jaise koi line ab script se bahar nikal chuki ho.
“Sagar, tez. Bas yahi.”
Tez kiya. Sofa ke backrest se uske baal chipak gaye. Main uska haath pakad kar cushion ke upar dabaaye rakha. Dusra haath uski thighs par tha. Har dhakke par uski chut ne mera lund ko kheecha.
Thodi der baad usne mujhe khud upar kheench liya, bina nikaale. Baithte hi woh meri god mein aa gayi. Kurti to pehle gir chuki thi, bra bhi ab khuli padi thi. Uski chhati meri chhati se ragad kha rahi thi jab woh khud upar neeche hui.
God mein uska wazan halka laga, lekin uski chut bhaari. Maine uski kamar pakad kar neeche dabaayi. Woh meri gardan kaatne lagi, honth se, daant se nahi.
“Itne dino ka gussa nikal raha hai kya?” maine poocha, saans ke beech.
“Gussa nahi. Jo samajh galat thi, woh ab nikal rahi hai.”
Upar neeche ka daur tez hua. Uski clit meri jangh se ragad kha rahi thi. Maine apna ek haath beech mein diya, ungli uski clit par ghumayi. Charu ki saans tuti, ek lambe karahne mein.
“Wahan mat chhodna.”
Nahi chhoda. Ungli ghumti rahi, lund andar tha. Uski thighs kaampne lagi. Maine uske baal peche kiye taaki uska muh dikhe. Uski aankhen nam thi, lekin rone wali nahi, bhari hui.
Woh meri shirt ke khule kapde ko pakad kar kaampi. Andar uski chut ne baar baar kas diya, jaise pakad ke rakhna ho. Main bhi nikalne ke kareeb tha, lekin dhakke control karke uske saath raha.
“Abhi girungi,” usne kaha.
“Gir. Main pakadunga.”
Uski kamar ek baar sikud gayi, phir doosri baar. Uski chut ne itna kasa ki condom ke through bhi dabaav saaf tha. Woh meri gardan mein munh chhupa kar kaampi, lambi saans lete hue. Maine uski peeth par haath phera, dhakke dheeme kiye, lekin andar se nahi nikla.
Thodi der woh meri god mein bhaari ho gayi. Phir uth kar sofa par let gayi, taange meri kamar ke dono taraf. “Tum bhi. Bahar mat nikaalna.”
Maine dobara dhakke shuru kiye. Ab gehre aur chhote. Uski chut ab bahut geeli thi, awaaz bhi aa rahi thi. Neeche dholak ke taale se woh awaaz mil rahi thi, lekin kamre ki awaaz alag thi.
Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein thi. Koi acting nahi bachi. Main uski thighs ko aur khol kar andar gaya. Pehle se tez nahi, lekin poora.
“Sagar.”
“Haan.”
“Program ka wait koi aur kar le.”
Jawaban sirf dhakka diya. Mera lund uski chut ke end tak laga. Uski nails meri peeth par phir chali. Paseena dono ke peit par mil gaya. Maine uska muh chuma, gehra, jab climax kareeb aaya.
Andar hi nikal aaya, condom ke andar. Dhakka rukte rukte bhi uski chut ne kasa rakha. Meri saans uske gale par giri. Woh hans nahi rahi thi ab, bas meri gardan par haath rakhe hue thi.
Thodi der hum usi sofa par rahe, lund ab bhi andar, dheela hota hua. Uski ungliyan mere baal se nikal kar meri gardan par aayi.
Phone silent rakh kar ruke
Side table par Charu ka phone kaampa. Screen par Rakesh likha aaya, committee wala. Neeche microphone se naam bhi goonja, jaise couple scene ke liye bulaawat ho.
Charu ne phone uthaya, call kaat diya, phir power button dabaaye rakha jab tak screen bujh na jaaye. Phone palat kar table par rakh diya, screen neeche.
“Abhi nahi jaana,” usne kaha, aur meri kalaai pakad li.
Main ab bhi uske upar tha. Condom lagaa hi tha. Uski taange meri kamar se nahi hati.
“Neeche log wait karenge.”
“Karenge. Aaj ka natak unke bina bhi nikal gaya.”
Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein thi, thaki hui, saaf. Maine kalaai nahi chhudayi. Dupatta galeeche par pada tha, kurti sofa ke kone par, jeans door. Koi kapda wapas nahi aaya.
Bahar dholak ek taala chhod kar doosre taale par chali gayi. Kamre ke andar sirf hamari saans thi. Charu ne mera sar apni chhati par rakh liya, ungli meri gardan ke peeche.
“Yahi ruko,” usne kaha.
Maine sir hilaya, andar se nikaale bagair. Uski chut ab bhi mera lund ke around thi, garam. Phone band pada raha. Compound ki bulaawat doosri baar aayi, door se, phir khatam ho gayi.
Charu ne meri kalaai zor se dabaayi, ek faisla ki tarah, koi agla waada kiye bagair. Main usi dabaav mein ruka, sofa par, uske upar, program ke neeche chale jaane ke bina.