07-07-2026, 02:50 PM
Ghutnon ke bal peeth milane ke bad.
Donon ghutnon ke bal baith gaye. Ab unki pithen puri tarah chipak gai thin. Tel ki chiknahat ke karan har halki harkat ek mithi, fisalti hui ragad ban rahi thi. Baba ne apni chaudi, majboot peeth ko pooja ki naajuk, mulayam peeth se jor se dabaya. Maitri ki prastuti.
Puja ki sansen ekdum tej aur aniyamit ho gain. Uske bhare hue stan baba ki peeth se halke-halke dab rahe the. Har baar jab baba apni peeth hilate, pooja ki choochiyan unki peeth par ragad khatin aur nipple sakht hokar dard bhare anand se comp jate.
Baba ne dhire-dhire apni hips ko pooja ki hips se ragadana shuru kar diya. Pooja ki nangi, gol chutad baba ki hips se chipakkar fisal rahe the.
Baba ne gahri, madak awaz mein puchha;
“Puja… kya tumhe meri peeth ka sparsh sukhdayi lag raha hai?”
Puja sharm se comp gai. Uski awaz barely sunai de rahi thi,
“Han… babaji… aapki peeth bahut garm aur majboot hai… meri peeth se chipakkar… bahut ajeeb sa lag raha hai… lakin… acha bhi lag raha hai.”
Baba ne apni hips ko aur jor se pooja ki hips se ragadte hue puchha;
“Aur neeche ka? Meri hips tumhari hips se ragad kha rahi han… tumhe kaisa lag raha hai?”
Puja ne sharm se aankhen band kar lin. Uski awaz comp rahi thi,
“Ammm… haan babaji… neeche bhi… bahut garmi ho rahi hai… meri chutad aapki hips se dab rahi han… aur… aur meri chut gili ho rahi hai. Mujhe bahut sharm aa rahi hai… lekin rukna bhi nahin chah rahi hun.” Saujanya Funlover.
Donon ek-dusre ki hips ko dhire-dhire ragad rahe the. Tel ki chiknahat ke karan ragad aur bhi kamuk (sensual) ho gai thi. Pooja khud hi apni hips ko baba ki hips se halke-halke ghuma rahi thi.
Baba ne fusfusakar kaha;
“Puja… tumhare chutad kitne komal aur sudaul han… mere chutad to thode kathor han.”
Puja sharm se lal hokar boli;
“Babaji… aadmiyon ke chutad thode kathor hi hote han… aur acche bhi lagte han. Aapki hips… bahut majboot lag rahi han.”
Baba ne santusht swar mein kaha;
“Ab main pet ke bal letunga aur tum mere upar pet ke bal late jana.”
Puja: “ji babaji.”
Baba jameen par pet ke bal late gaye. Pooja unke upar pet ke bal late gai. Pooja ke bhare hue stan baba ki chaudi peeth par puri tarah dab gaye. Uska nanga pet baba ki nangi peeth se chipak gaya. Pooja khud hi apna pet baba ki peeth par dhire-dhire ragadne lagi.
Baba ne aah bharte hue kaha;
“Puja… tumhare pet ka sparsh aise lagta hai jaise maine shaneel ki rajai odh lee ho. Aur ek baat kahun?”
Puja ne sharmate hue puchha, “ji… kahiye babaji.”
Baba: “tumhare stanon ka sparsh to…” Maitri ki rachna.
Puja ne apni choochiyon ko baba ki peeth par aur jor se dabate hue, compati hui awaz mein puchha;
“To… kya… babaji… khulkar bataie na… mujhe samajh aaye aise.”
Baba ne gahri sans lete hue kaha; “madhosh kar dene wala hai… tumhare stanon ko hathon mein lene ke liye koi bhi lalcha jaye.”
Puja ke muh se aniyantrit siskaari nikli, “ssahhh…”
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Jude rahiye dosto.
Maitri.
Donon ghutnon ke bal baith gaye. Ab unki pithen puri tarah chipak gai thin. Tel ki chiknahat ke karan har halki harkat ek mithi, fisalti hui ragad ban rahi thi. Baba ne apni chaudi, majboot peeth ko pooja ki naajuk, mulayam peeth se jor se dabaya. Maitri ki prastuti.
Puja ki sansen ekdum tej aur aniyamit ho gain. Uske bhare hue stan baba ki peeth se halke-halke dab rahe the. Har baar jab baba apni peeth hilate, pooja ki choochiyan unki peeth par ragad khatin aur nipple sakht hokar dard bhare anand se comp jate.
Baba ne dhire-dhire apni hips ko pooja ki hips se ragadana shuru kar diya. Pooja ki nangi, gol chutad baba ki hips se chipakkar fisal rahe the.
Baba ne gahri, madak awaz mein puchha;
“Puja… kya tumhe meri peeth ka sparsh sukhdayi lag raha hai?”
Puja sharm se comp gai. Uski awaz barely sunai de rahi thi,
“Han… babaji… aapki peeth bahut garm aur majboot hai… meri peeth se chipakkar… bahut ajeeb sa lag raha hai… lakin… acha bhi lag raha hai.”
Baba ne apni hips ko aur jor se pooja ki hips se ragadte hue puchha;
“Aur neeche ka? Meri hips tumhari hips se ragad kha rahi han… tumhe kaisa lag raha hai?”
Puja ne sharm se aankhen band kar lin. Uski awaz comp rahi thi,
“Ammm… haan babaji… neeche bhi… bahut garmi ho rahi hai… meri chutad aapki hips se dab rahi han… aur… aur meri chut gili ho rahi hai. Mujhe bahut sharm aa rahi hai… lekin rukna bhi nahin chah rahi hun.” Saujanya Funlover.
Donon ek-dusre ki hips ko dhire-dhire ragad rahe the. Tel ki chiknahat ke karan ragad aur bhi kamuk (sensual) ho gai thi. Pooja khud hi apni hips ko baba ki hips se halke-halke ghuma rahi thi.
Baba ne fusfusakar kaha;
“Puja… tumhare chutad kitne komal aur sudaul han… mere chutad to thode kathor han.”
Puja sharm se lal hokar boli;
“Babaji… aadmiyon ke chutad thode kathor hi hote han… aur acche bhi lagte han. Aapki hips… bahut majboot lag rahi han.”
Baba ne santusht swar mein kaha;
“Ab main pet ke bal letunga aur tum mere upar pet ke bal late jana.”
Puja: “ji babaji.”
Baba jameen par pet ke bal late gaye. Pooja unke upar pet ke bal late gai. Pooja ke bhare hue stan baba ki chaudi peeth par puri tarah dab gaye. Uska nanga pet baba ki nangi peeth se chipak gaya. Pooja khud hi apna pet baba ki peeth par dhire-dhire ragadne lagi.
Baba ne aah bharte hue kaha;
“Puja… tumhare pet ka sparsh aise lagta hai jaise maine shaneel ki rajai odh lee ho. Aur ek baat kahun?”
Puja ne sharmate hue puchha, “ji… kahiye babaji.”
Baba: “tumhare stanon ka sparsh to…” Maitri ki rachna.
Puja ne apni choochiyon ko baba ki peeth par aur jor se dabate hue, compati hui awaz mein puchha;
“To… kya… babaji… khulkar bataie na… mujhe samajh aaye aise.”
Baba ne gahri sans lete hue kaha; “madhosh kar dene wala hai… tumhare stanon ko hathon mein lene ke liye koi bhi lalcha jaye.”
Puja ke muh se aniyantrit siskaari nikli, “ssahhh…”
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Jude rahiye dosto.
Maitri.
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