Sulekha Ki Chudai (Ek Maa ka tyag)

Din ka waqt tha. Maine shower baand kiya aur apne baal sukhane ke baad, towel ko apne upar lapeta aur bathroom se bahar aa gayi.

Meri hamesha se ek addat rahi hai.  Maine nahane ke baad sirf apne baal hi pochti hun, apna badan nahi. Main apne chaaro or towel lapetke thodi der bistar mein let jati hun. Aur pankhe ki hawa ko apne gile badan par padne deti hun.

Pankhe ki hawa pani se bhige mere sharir ko ek alag hi thandak deti hai. Uss din bhi kuch aisa hi hua. Towel thoda chhota tha. Woh mere chutado se zara sa hi neeche ja raha tha, aur upar mere nipple tak hi tha.

Meri chuchiyo ka baki ka hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Bahar aane ke baad mein bistar par let gayi. Bagal ke stool par ek kitab rakhi thi. Maine usse uthaya aur padhna shuru kiya.

Kahai toh achchi thi par padhte-padhte kab meri aankh lag gayi. Pata hi nahi chala. Main kitni der soyi rahi, iska mujhe andaza nahi tha. Meri aankh tab khuli jab phone ki ghanti baji.

“Hello,” maine phone uthaya.

“Kya aap Sulekha ji bol rahi hain?” Dusri taraf se ek bhari aawaz aayi.

“Ji, haan,” maine sabhyata se kaha.

“Ji main Hasan naqvi bol raha hun. Apke bete, Aditya ka principal.”

“Ji sab theek toh hai na? Kuch problem hui kya Aditya ke saath?” Main ghabra gayi.

“Kya aap abhi mere office aake mujhse mil sakti hain?” Principal ne gambhir awaz mein kaha.

Main dar gayi thi. Dimaag mein tarah-tarah ke khayal aa rahe the. Maine phone kata, almari mein se apna purse liya. Phone ko purse mein dala, chappal pehni, and gaadi ki chabhi uthai aur turant chaldi.

Apne bete ko leke mere mann mein kafi chinta thi. Log sochenge ki 17 bachche hai fir bhi itni fikr. Par bachche chahe 1 ho ya 17, maa ke liye toh sabhi jaan se pyare hote hain.

Principal ka office campus ke ek dam last mein tha. Toh maine peeche wale gate par hi car park kardi. Mujhe dekh, guard ek dum heran ho gaya. Uski aankhe phati ki phati reh gayi. Leki maine zyada dyan nahi diya.

Ground bilkul khali tha. Main ground se hote hue, corridor mein aayi. Maine knob ko ghumake darwaza khola aur office mein andar chali gayi. Office ke do bhag the. Ek bhag jaha TV, 3 lumbe sofas, ek glass table, aur ek glass ki almari thi.

Sofa pe mere beta tha aut uske saath ek aur ladka. Mera beta sar jhukaye baitha raha. Uske saath wala ladka mujhe dekh ashcharye mein tha. Uski bhi aankhe guard ki tarah phati thi. Lekin uske chehre par zakham ke nishan the.

“Tum theek ho,” main ghutno par baith gayi aur pane bete ko gale se laga kiya. “Kya hua? Principal sahab ne mujhe kyu bulaya hai?”

“Sulekha ji, idhar,” Principal sahab ki aawaz aayi.

Main uthi, apna purse sambhala, aur apne bete ke sar par haath phera. Dosra ladka mujhe aankhe phaad dekh raha tha. Main uski tarah muskurai aur diwaar ke dusri taraf chali gayi.

Mujhe abhi bhi andaza nahi tha ki in sabke ghurne ki wajah kya thi. Mujhe dekh Hasan Naqvi apni kursi se uth gaye. Unki nazro mein izzat nahi balki hairaniyat thi. Woh bhi ussi tarah mujhe aankhe phaad dekh rahe the.

Unke saath ek lumba-chauda admi tha jiski trim ki hui daadhi thi. Woh bhi mujhe dekh chaunk gaya. Main dono ki taraf dekh muskurai aur aadmi ke bagal wali khali kursi par baith gayi.

Dono admiyo ne ek dosre ki tarah dekha aur apni-apni kursiyo par baith gaye. Principal sahab ne apna gala saaf kiya aur bole, “Sulekha ji,” thoda hichkichaye. Ghoor aise rahe the ki mano koi ajuba thi main, “Yeh Tariq Raza saheb hai.”

“Namaste,” maine muskurate hue unki taraf dekhke kaha.

“Namaste, Sulekha ji,” Tariq ji bole.

Maine Principal ki tarah dekha, “Ji apne mujhe kyu yaha bulaya jaldi mein?”

“Ji, Sulekha ji,” Tariq sochte hue bole. Unke chehre par ek alag hi muskaan thi, “apke bete aur mere bete ke beech ladayi hui aur usme mere bete ko kafi chot aayi. Toh iss wajah se.”

“Ji main maafi chahti hun,” maine haath jodke kaha. “Aditya. Idhar aao,” maine zor se bulaya.

Aditya dheeme dheeme chalte hue roomme aaya. Uska sar jhuka hua tha. Main usse sabke samne daatne lagi. Aditya ne samjhane ki koshishki parmaine usko mauka hi nahi diya.

“Ji koi nahi… koi nahi,” principal uske bachaw mein aa gaye, “ladko ke beech mein toh ladai hoti hi rehti hai. Ab jawani ke josh mein ladke ladenge nahi toh kya karenge. Jism ki garmi ko nikalne ka koi zariya bhi toh chahiye unhe.” Bolte waqt Principal mujhe Mahabharat ke Shakuni mama ki yaad dila rahe the.

“Bulkul sahi kaha apne Principal saheb,” Tariq unki haan mein aa gaye, “Jism ki garmi nikalni kafi zarori hoti hai.”

“Apka jab phone aaya tha toh main toh ghabra gayi thi ki mere bete ko kuch ho gaya hai.”

“Apka beta ek dum sahi salamat hai,” Principal bole.

“Tariq ji,” main Tariq ki taraf ghumi, “main apse maafi maangti hun apne bete ki taraf se.”

“Iski koi zarorat nahi. Apke jaisi aurat mujhse maafi mange yeh sahi nahi hai. Maangna toh hume chahiye aapse. Apko toh sirf dena chahiye,” yeh bol kar Tariq aur Principal hass pade. Mujhe unki baat mein chhipa double meaning tab samajh mein nahi aaya.

“Aditya,” Principal bole, “Tum aur Rizwan zara bahar jo ground mein,” woh utthe aur peeche ka darwaza khol diya. Rizwan mere bagal se guzra. Uski nazre, jab tak darwaza baand nahi hua, mere se haati nahi.

“Toh, Sulekha ji,” Principal apni kursi par aake baith gaye, “aap kya lena pasand karengi? Kuch thanda ya kuch garam? Ya kuch sakht?” Principal ne ek pen utha liya.

“Sulekha ji ko kela pasand hai, shayad,” Tariq ne haste hue kaha aur paani ki bottle utha li. Main firse double meaning nahi samjhi.

“Aap ko taqleef karne ki zarorat nahi hai,” maine izzat se kaha.

“Isme taqeef kya hai. Apko khush karna toh hamari zimmedari hai. Hai ki nahi Raza saheb,” Principal pen se khelte hue bole. Unhone angothe se pen ki cap kholni chahi. Cap udte hue dosre karme mein sofa ke neeche jake giri.

“Rukiye main le aati hun,” isse pehle koi mujhe rokta, main utti aur cap lene chali gayi.

Mujhe abhi bhi yeh andaza nahi tha ki maine koi dress nahi pehni hai. Main abhi bhi apne towel mein hi thi. Meri peeth dono mardo ki taraf thi. Main ghutno par gayi and jhuki.

Jitna chhota mera towel tha, mere jhukne par meri chut aur meri gaand saaf dikh rahi hongi unhe. Maine haath ghusaya par woh pahuch nahi paa raha tha cap tak. Main pura zameen par leth gayi.

Kafi zehmat ke baad, cap mere haath aa hi gayi. Par iss jaddojehat mein, mujhe ehsaas hi nahi hui ki mera towel khul gaya tha. Main uthi. Mera towel zameen par hi tha. Main puri nangi thi aur iss baat ka mujhe koi andaza nahi tha.

Khair, mujhe toh yeh bhi andaza nahi tha ki main towel hi pehen ke aa gayi thi. Main wapas apni kursi par aa gayi. Maine cap Principal ko di. Dono mard mujhe aankhe phad ke dekhne lage.

“Ji, toh aap baat yahi daba denge,” maine dheeme se kaha.

“Dabane ka toh itna mann kar raha hai,” Tariq ne dabi awaz mein bole.

“Ji main samjhi nahi,” maine masomiyat se bola.

“Ek kaam kariye Sulekha ji,” Principal ne meri taraf ek kaagz aur pen sarkaya, “aap mujhe iss kaagz par likhke de dijiye ki Aditya dubara aisi galti nahi karega.”

Maine kursi thodi aagey khiskayi. Pen ko anpe haath mein liya aur likhna chalu kar diya. Main likh hi rahi thi ki itne mein mujhe apni chut pe kuch rengta hu mehsoos hua.

Jab maine kapa pakadke jhadne ki koshish karni chahi toh mere haath kuch aaya hi nahi. Maine neeche dekha aur mere hosh ud gaye. Mere jism par kapde nahi the aur principal saheb apne paer ke anguthe se meri chut sehla rahe the.

Maine Principal ki taraf dekha. Mere chehre par 12 baje the. Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Principal muskura rahe the. Unhone mujhe aankh bhi mari. Main Tariq ki taraf mudi, iss ummeed mein ki shayad woh kuch bolega.

Tariq ne apni pant neeche sarka di thi tab tak aur apna lumba lund sehla raha tha. Ab meri aankhe phat gayi. Mere haath se pen chhot gaya. Mera gala ek dum sukha tha. Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha.

Mujhe yeh toh pata tha ki in dono ki niyat kya thi. Par samajh nahi aa raha tha ki isse bachu kaise. Main kursi se chippak ke baith gayi. Principal meri chut sehlate rahe. Dheere dheere, mera jism dheela padne lga.

Meri chut garam ho rahi thi. Meri aankhe chadh gayi thi. Maine apna sar pheeche fek diya. Mere daant mere hooth katne lage. Meri taange failne lagi. “Aaah,” main dheeme se karrhai.

Tariq utha. Usne apni shirt utari aur apna lumba kata hua lund mere muh mein de diya. Mere haath khud-b-khud uske lund pe chala gaya aur main usse shiddhat ke saath chusne lagi.

Principal ne apna paer kheech liya. Woh uthe aur apne kapde utarne lage. Maine itni garam thi ki unhe meri chut sehlane ki koi zarorat nahi thi. Nange hoke, woh mere paas aye aur meri chuchiya chusne lage.

Unki zaban mere nipple ke chaaro or ghumke mujhe aur garam kar rahi thi. Tariq ne apna lund kheech liya. Usne mujhe Table par letne ko kaha. Main let gayi. Woh kursi par baith gaya. Maine tange upar chadhali. Usne apna muh meri taango ke beech mein de diya aur meri gili chut chatne laga.

“Paani kaisa hai waha ka?” Principal ne pucha.

“Bilkul mast,” Tariq bola.

Principal bhi uske bagal mein baith gaye aur dono baari baari meri chatne lage.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahh,” main karrhai. Woh dono chatne mein busy the. Unhe meri chut chatne mein maza aa raha tha. Par main ab tadap rahi thi. Mujhe chatwaya nahi dalwana tha. “Ab daal bhi do,” main karrhate hue kaha.

Principal alag ho gaye. Tariq ne kursi peeche khiskayi. Usne apna lund meri chut par sataya aur mujhe apni taraf kheechte hue andar kar diya. Woh zor-zor se dhakke dene laga.

Meri chuchiya table ke saath hil rahi thi. Uska lumba lund jate hi maano meri chut ko jaise aur talab lag gayi ho. Aag bujhe ne ke bajaye badh gayi thi.

“Maal bohut sahi hai,” Tariq bola. Uske haath meri kamar se hote hue meri chuchiyo par ja pahuche. “Chut bhi aisi garam hai ki maano tandoor ho.”

“17 bachcho ke bawajod bhi figure mast hai iska. Dekhte hi chodne ka mann kar jaye,” Principal bola.

“Sirf bologe ya chodoge bhi,” maine gusse mein kaha.

“Le chud, saali,” Tariq ne daant bheejte hue kaha. Woh mere haath pakadke mere sar ke peeche le gaya. Uska lund meri chut ki teezi se khudai kar raha tha.

“Ahhh… ahhh… he bhagwan… ahhh… aur chodo mujhe… aur chodo… maaro meri chut… ahhh,” main karrhai.

Principal ne kursiya hata ke side mein kardi. Pura floor ab khali tha. Tariq ne apna lund bahar nikala. Woh floor par let gaya. Main uske upar chadh gayi aur uske lund par uchalne lagi.

Meri chuchiya football ki tarah bounce kar rahi thi. Maine apne baalo mein haath fera.

“Ahh… kya lund hai… ahhh… ahh… mast hai,” main boli.

Tariq muskuraya. Usne mera chehra pakda aur mujhe apni taraf kheecha. Hum kiss karne lage. Itne ne mujhe ek haath meri gaand ke ched par mehsos hua.

Mujhe laga ki shayad principal meri chatne jayega. Par nahi, uske irade kuch aur the. Usne pelhe apna lund meri gaand ke ched par ghumaya aur fir andar ghusa diya.

“Aaaaaaaaaa,” main chillayi, “kya kar rahe ho.”

“Chup kar,” Principal ne daata. Woh mere upar chaddha aur meri gaand marne laga.

“Ah, dard ho raha hai,” main rone lagi. Par Principal ne apna lund nahi nikala.

“Agar tum chahti ho ki tumhare bete ka bawishya kharab na ho toh jo hum kare hume karne do,” Tariq bola, “nahi toh tumhare bete ko main police se kehke andar karwa dunga.

Ab ya toh tumhara beta mara jayega ya tumhari chut aur gaand.”

“Ahhh, theek hai, maarlo meri aur maaro,” maine bola.

Tariq aur Principal muskuraye aur chut aur gaand aur zorse marne lge. Kareeb 20-minute tak meri marne ke baad, woh dono uthe. Unhone mujhe ghutno par baithaya. Apne lund ka nishana mere muh par kiya, aur hilane lage.

Main aankh baand karke baithi rahi. Thodi der ke baad mujhe apne chehre par kuch gila sa aur chipchipa sa mehsos hua. Unhone apna maal mere muh mein gira diya tha.

Tariq ne mujhe aise hi baithe rehne ko kaha. Mujhe darwaza khule ki aawaz sunayi di. Fir usne Rizwan ko bulaya. Jab darwaza baand hua toh woh bola, Rizwan se, “Kaisi lag rahi hai yeh?”

“Achchi lag rahi hai papa,” Rizwan bola.

“Chodega isse?” Tariq ne pucha.

“Haan lekin iske bete semne,” Rizwan ne kaha.

Firse darwaza khula aur Aditya ka naam pukara gaya. Principal ne mujhe towel diya. Maine apna chehra pochha. Jab aankh khuli toh maine apne haatho mein apna towel paya. Tab mujha samajh aaya ki main towel peheke hi Principal se milne aa gayi.

Aditya andar aaya. Uska sar jhuka hua tha.

“Baith aur dekh,” Rizwan ne Aditya ka haath pakda aur usse kursi par baitha diya. “Tune mujhe issliye maara tha na ki maine teri maa ko randi bola tha. Ab dekh, teri nazro ke samne main teri randi maa ki chut marunga,” Rizwan ne battamizi se Aditya ko sunaya.

Aditya ne gusse mein kursi pakadli par woh kuch bol nahi paya.

“Dekhle beta. Maa ko chudte hue dekha khushnasibi hoti hai beto ki,” Principal ne Aditya ko tang karte hue kaha.

Rizwan mere paas aaya. Usne mere baal pakde aur mujhe uthake table ke taraf fek diya. Maine haatho se khudka sar table se takrane se roka. Usne mujhe jhukaya, mere chuttado par tamache maare. Meri gaand par thuka, apni pant utari, aur apna lund meri chut mein de diya.

“Kisine iss randi ki gaand mari hai kya abhi?” Rizwan bola.

“Haan, maine,” Principal ne jawab diya.

“Achcha hai. Yeh issi layak hai,” Rizwan ne mere baal kheeche aur mujhe chodne laga. “Maza aa raha hai, Randi?”

“Haan, bohut aa raha hai… ahhh… ahhh.”

“Aisa hai toh fir bol, chodo mujhe.”

“Ahh, chodo mujhe, chodo mujhe,” maine bola.

Rizwan ne mere baal aur zor se kheeche. Woh mujhe chodte chodte table se dor karne laga. Main table se dor to hat chukithi par abhi bhi jhuki hui thi kuttiya wale pose mein.

Ussi pose mein usne mujhe ghumaya aur chalate hue mere bete ke paas le gaya. Mera chehra mere bete ke chehre ke karreb tha.

“Ah, chodo mujhe… ahhh… chodo… aur chodo… ahhh… zor se chodo…ahh,” main Aditya ke muh par karhayi. Aditya chup chap baita raha.

“Dekh be, main teri maa chod raha hun. Kaise randi ki tarah teri maa mera lund maang rahi hai,” Rizwan ne Aditya ko chiddhaya. Usne ek zor ka dhakka diya aur mere honth Aditya ke honth se takra gaye.

Rizwan ne fir wahi kiya. Usse maza aa raha tha Aditya ko pareshan karke. “Aye randi. Apni taang utha aur kursi par rakh.”

Maine uski baat maani. Maine apni taang uthake kursi par, Aditya ki jhnagho ke beech rakhdi. Par iska matlab tha ki mujhe Aditya ka sahara nela pada balance banaye rakhne ke liye.

Meri chut aur usme ghusa Rizwan ka lund Aditya ke muh ki seedh mein tha.

“Ahh… chodo mujhe… zorse chodo… ahhh… chodo aur.”

Rizwan zor zor se dhakke dene laga. Meri chuchiya uchal rahi thi. Thodi der baad, woh meri chut mein jhad gaya. Jab usne apna lund nukala, toh uska thoda sa maal Aditya ki taango ke beech mein gira.

“Ab toh mamla khatam na?” maine apni chut saaf karte hue pucha.

“Haan,” Tariq bola.

“Nahi,” Rizwan ne kaha, “aise nahi.”

“Fir kaise?” maine puchha.

“Main chahta hun ki tu mera bachcha paida kare. Taki teri yeh aulaad,” uske Aditya ki taraf dekha, “hamesha apni aukaat mein rahe. Jab bhi yeh mujhe dekhe isko hamesha yeh khayal aaye ki iska bhai ya behen mujeh baap bulate hai.”

Maine Tariq ki taraf dekha. Mujhe laga ki woh apne bete ko samjhayega par nahi. Usne apne bete ka saath diya. Principal ne bhi yahi kaha ki agar main iss mamle ko yahi khatam karna chahti hun toh mujhe unki shart maan leni chahiye.

Main chaaro taraf se ghir chuki thi. Majburan, maine unki shart maan li. Rizwan mujhe har roz chodne laga. Aur woh mujhe tab tak chodta raha jab tak main pregnant nahi ho gayi.

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