Long Hindi Sex Story: Purani Chitthi

"Meri jaan Meher, aaj raat phir tumhaari chut ki yaad ne mujhe sone nahi diya. Tumhaara lund ke liye tadapna, tumhaari saansein, sab kuch meri aankhon ke saamne hai." Sana ne chitthi dobara padhi, aur uske haath kaanpne lage. Yeh ek long hindi sex story thi, par iski shuruaat kisi bistar se nahi, ek purani chitthi se hui thi.

Chitthi peele pad chuke kagaz par thi, syaahi halki pad gayi thi, par lafz ab bhi zinda the. Sana ne usse apne seene se lagaya aur kamre mein idhar udhar dekha, jaise koi dekh raha ho. Dopahar ke teen baj rahe the, Bandra ke us chhote se flat mein sirf pankhe ki aawaaz thi.

Bookshelf usne Chor Bazaar se khareedi thi, purani sagwan lakdi ki, bhaari aur mazboot. Dukaandaar ne kaha tha yeh kisi purani chawl se aayi hai, jo tootne wali hai. Sana interior designer thi, purani cheezon se pyaar karti thi, par usse kya pata tha ki is shelf ke pichhle takhte ke peeche laal dhaage se bandha ek bundle uski zindagi badal dega.

Bundle mein gyarah chitthiyan thi, 1994 se 1996 tak ki taarikhon wali. Har chitthi ek aadmi ne apni biwi ko likhi thi. Naam tha Kabir. Aur har chitthi mein wohi aag thi, wohi bechaini, wohi khula izhaar.

"Tum jab apne baal kholkar mere saamne aati ho, Meher, toh mera lund tumhaare liye pagal ho jaata hai. Kal raat tumne jo kiya, woh main zindagi bhar nahi bhooloonga." Sana ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne chitthi neeche rakhi, par do minute baad phir utha li.

Us raat Sana ko neend nahi aayi. Uske talaaq ko do saal ho chuke the. Uska pati ek seedha saadha bank clerk tha, jo bistar mein bhi hisaab kitaab karta tha. Chudai uske liye ek formality thi, paanch minute ka kaam. In chitthiyon mein jo aag thi, woh usne kabhi mehsoos nahi ki thi.

Agle din woh phir Chor Bazaar gayi. Dukaandaar buddha tha, aankhon par mota chashma. "Yeh shelf kahan se aayi thi, chacha?" usne poochha. Buddhe ne khaansi ki aur bola, "Mahim ki purani chawl se, beta. Wahan ek Kabir sahab rehte the, tasveeron ki dukaan thi unki. Ab woh... pata nahi."

Sana ka dil zor se dhadka. "Kabir? Tasveeron ki dukaan?" Buddhe ne sar hilaaya. "Haan, framing ka kaam karte the. Biwi guzar gayi kayi saal pehle. Ab bhi wahin kahin rehte honge, Linking Road ke paas gali mein."

Teen din tak Sana sochti rahi. Chitthiyan lautani chahiye ya nahi? Woh kisi ki niji zindagi thi, kisi ke pyaar ki nishaaniyan. Par unhe padhkar uske andar jo utha tha, woh dab nahi raha tha. Chauthe din shaam ko woh Linking Road ki taraf nikal padi.

Gali ke mod par ek chhoti si dukaan thi, "Kabir Frame Works". Andar ek 60-62 saal ka aadmi, safed daadhi, tez aankhein, tasveer par kaam kar raha tha. Sana ka gala sookh gaya. "Kabir sahab?" usne dheemi aawaaz mein poochha.

Usne nazar uthaayi. "Ji?" Sana ne jhola khola aur laal dhaage wala bundle nikaala. Buddhe ka chehra peela pad gaya. Uske haath kaanpne lage. "Yeh... yeh tumhe kahan se mili?" uski aawaaz toot gayi.

"Ek purani bookshelf mein thi, jo aapki chawl se aayi thi. Main... maine padh li. Mujhe maaf kar dijiye, par main inhe phenk nahi sakti thi. Yeh aapki hain." Kabir ne bundle ko aise pakda jaise koi zakhmi parinda ho. Uski aankhein bhar aayi. "Meher ki chitthiyan... maine likhi thi use. Woh... paanch saal pehle guzar gayi."

Dukaan mein khaamoshi chha gayi. Baahar baarish shuru ho gayi thi. "Chai piyogi?" Kabir ne poochha. Sana ne sar hilaaya. Woh pichhle kamre mein gaya, jahan ek chhoti si sigdi thi. Sana ne dekha, deewaron par tasveerein thi, aur ek tasveer mein ek khoobsurat aurat, hansti hui. Meher.

"Bahut pyaar karte the aap unse," Sana ne kaha. Kabir ne chai ka cup uske haath mein diya. "Pyaar? Woh lafz chhota hai. Hum ek doosre ke liye pagal the. Log kehte the buddhe ho gaye, par hum..." woh ruk gaya, sharma gaya. "Tumne padh liya hai, tum jaanti ho."

Sana ka chehra garam ho gaya. "Itna khula likhte the aap... koi sharm nahi aati thi?" Kabir hanse, ek gehari, mardana hansi. "Biwi se kaisi sharm? Woh meri thi, main uska tha. Bistar mein hum dono shaitaan the." Uske lafzon ne Sana ke andar bijli dauda di.

Baarish tez ho gayi. Dukaan ki chhat par boondein bajne lagi. "Tumhaari shaadi?" Kabir ne poochha. "Talaaq ho gaya," Sana ne kaha. "Woh... thanda tha. Bahut thanda. In chitthiyon ko padhkar mujhe laga, mard aise bhi hote hain."

Kabir ne uski taraf dekha, lambi nazar se. "Tum khoobsurat ho, Sana. Aur tumhaari aankhon mein wahi pyaas hai jo Meher ki aankhon mein thi." Sana ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne chai ka cup neeche rakha. Uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the, par is baar wajah alag thi.

"Main jaanti hoon yeh galat lag sakta hai," usne dheemi aawaaz mein kaha, "par main aapse milne aayi thi, sirf chitthiyan lautane nahi." Kabir ne uska haath pakad liya. Uska haath khurdara tha, mehnat wala haath, par pakad mein garmi thi.

Usne Sana ko apni taraf kheencha. Unke honth mile, aur Sana ko laga jaise bijli giri ho. Kabir ka chumna ek jawaan mard jaisa tha, bhookha, bechain. Usne Sana ki kamar pakdi aur use deewar se laga diya. Tasveeron ke frame hilne lage.

"Meher ke baad maine kisi ko chhua nahi," Kabir ne uske kaan mein kaha, uski gardan choomte hue. "Aaj tumne woh aag phir jala di." Sana ne uski kameez ke button kholne shuru kiye. Uski chhaati chaudi thi, baal safed, par jism ab bhi mazboot tha.

Kabir ne Sana ka kurta upar kiya. Usne bra nahi pehni thi. Uski chhaatiyan aazaad hui, gol aur bhari. Kabir ki aankhein chamak uthi. "Bilkul Meher jaisi," usne kaha, aur ek chhaati ko munh mein le liya. Sana cheekh padi.

Usne uske nipple ko chaata, kaata, choosa. Sana ne uske baalon mein ungliyan daal di. "Aur... aur zor se," woh hanfi. Kabir ne doosri chhaati ko haath se masla, ungliyon se nipple ko maroda. Sana ki chut geeli hone lagi, uski salwar ke andar.

Kabir neeche baitha aur uski salwar ka naada khola. Salwar neeche sarak gayi. Sana ki kaali panty saaf dikh rahi thi, beech mein geela daagh. Kabir ne panty ko ek taraf kiya aur apna chehra uski chut mein ghusa diya.

Uski jeebh ne Sana ki chut ke honthon ko chaata. Sana deewar se chipak gayi. "Ohh... Kabir..." Kabir ne uske daane ko munh mein liya aur choosa. Sana ki taangein kaanpne lagi. Usne Kabir ke sir ko pakad liya aur apni taraf dabaaya.

Kabir ki jeebh andar tak gayi. Sana ki chut se ras behne laga. Usne do ungliyan andar daal di aur aage peeche karne laga, jeebh daane par. Sana zor zor se saans lene lagi. "Main... main aane wali hoon..."

Uska jism akad gaya, phir dheela pad gaya. Ek tez lehar uske jism mein daudi. Woh Kabir ke chehre par jhad gayi. Kabir ne aakhri boond tak chaata, phir khada hua. Uske honth chamak rahe the.

"Ab meri baari," Sana ne kaha. Usne Kabir ki pant kholi. Uska lund bahar aaya, lamba aur mota, nasen ubhri hui. Umar ke bawajood woh poori tarah khada tha, topa laal. Sana ne use haath mein liya aur hilane lagi.

Usne lund ko munh mein liya. Kabir ne uske baal pakad liye. "Haan... aise hi..." Sana ne poora lund andar liya, gala tak. Woh aage peeche hone lagi, tez raftaar se. Kabir ki saansein ukhadne lagi.

Kabir ne use uthaya aur kaam wali mez par litaya. Tasveeron ke frame ek taraf sarak gaye. Usne Sana ki taangein faila di aur apna lund uski chut ke munh par rakha. "Dekho meri taraf," usne kaha. Sana ne dekha, aur usne ek dhakke mein poora lund andar daal diya.

Sana cheekh padi. Itna mota lund usne kabhi nahi liya tha. Uski chut poori bhar gayi. Kabir ruk gaya, use aadat daalne di, phir dheere dheere aage peeche hone laga. Har dhakke ke saath Sana ki chhaatiyan hilti.

Raftaar badhne lagi. Kabir ki kamar tez chalne lagi. "Tumhaari chut... kitni garam hai... Meher jaisi..." woh hanfta raha. Sana ne apni taangein uski kamar par lapet li. "Aur tez... mujhe todo..."

Kabir ne use god mein uthaya, deewar se lagaya, aur khade khade chodne laga. Sana ka wazan uske lund par tha, har dhakka gehra ja raha tha. Sana ne uske kandhe par kaata. "Main phir aane wali hoon..."

Dono ek saath jhade. Kabir ne apna garam veerya uski chut mein chhod diya, aur Sana ki chut ne use nichod liya. Woh dono paseene mein bheeg gaye the, ek doosre se lipte hue, baarish ki aawaaz ke beech.

Us raat Sana Kabir ke ghar gayi, jo dukaan ke upar tha. Ek chhota sa kamra, deewaron par Meher ki tasveerein. Bistara par lete hi Kabir ne use phir se kheencha. "Ek baar mein mann nahi bhara," usne kaha.

Is baar Sana upar thi. Woh Kabir ke lund par baithi aur uchhalne lagi, apni chhaatiyan uske chehre par ragadti hui. Kabir ne uske chootad pakad liye aur neeche se dhakke maarne laga. Sana ki cheekhein kamre mein goonjti rahi.

Phir Kabir ne use kuttiya banaya. Sana bistar par ghutnon ke bal hui, chootad uthaaye. Kabir peeche se aaya aur ek jhatke mein andar gaya. Usne uske baal pakde aur ghodi ki tarah chodne laga. "Haan... aise hi... mujhe apni kuttia banao..."

Usne apni ungli Sana ki gaand ke chhed par rakhi aur halka sa dabaaya. Sana tadap uthi, par mana nahi kiya. Dard aur maze ka ajeeb sangam tha. Kabir tez hota gaya, aur dono teesri baar ek saath jhade.

Subah jab Sana ki aankh khuli, Kabir chai bana raha tha. Takiye ke paas ek kagaz tha, taaza syaahi se likha hua. "Meri jaan Sana, kal raat tumne mujhe dobara jawaan kar diya. Tumhaari chut ki garmi, tumhaare honthon ka zaika, sab meri rooh mein bas gaya hai. Aaj se tum meri nayi chitthi ho."

Sana ne kagaz ko seene se lagaya aur muskura di. Baahar dhoop nikal aayi thi. Neeche dukaan ka shutter uthne ki aawaaz aayi. Nayi zindagi shuru ho chuki thi, ek purani chitthi se.