Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

[maitripatel]

Pooja ki raat - yaadon ka toofan uth gaya tha. Woh machal rahi thi. Uske sharir mein bahut kuch maang raha tha.

Raat ke sannaate mein Pooja apne bistar par karwattein badal rahi thi. Kamre mein sirf ek chhoti si laalten jal rahi thi. Uski aankhon ke saamne baar baar wohi drishya ghoom raha tha - Baba ke saath hue shuruaati daur... Shringaar, unke garam haath, unki ungliyaan, unki jeebh, unka mota aur gathila lund... unke lund ka woh bada supaara aur woh sab kuch jo usne aaj pehli baar mehsoos kiya tha. Ek film ki tarah uski aankhon ke saamne ubhar raha tha.
 
Pooja ne aah bhari aur man hi man budbudai, raat ko sote waqt Pooja phir se Baba ko yaad kar rahi thi. Usne man hi man kaha,
 
"Babaji... aap bade... woh hain... kab mere saath kya kya karte chale gaye... pata hi nahi chala... mujhe ek acchi aur sanskrit naari se apni rakhail bana diya. Mujhe sab yaad aa raha hai lekin ab mujhe iska pachtawa nahi hai. Jo kuch bhi liya gaya usmein meri madakta aur vashna bhi shamil thi. Babaji... aapka badan kitna accha hai... aapki tareef mere badan se sunkar mujhe bahut accha laga... aap yahan kyun nahi hain... mujhe aapke pasine ki khushbu acchi lagti hai... aapka woh khatarnak lund... usse jo lund ke chamdi ki sugandh aati hai... woh bahut pyari lag rahi hai..."
 
Use yeh pata nahi chala ki yahi sab soch ne uske haathon ko neeche ki aur jaane ke liye majboor kar diya, Pooja ne phir apna haath neeche surakaya... aur Baba ko yaad karte hue khud ko chhune lagi. Maitri Rachit kahaani.
 
Pooja ki saansein tez ho gayin. Usne dhire se apna salwar ka naara khola aur haath neeche saraka diya. Uski ungliyaan apni gili aur suji hui chut par pahunch gayin.
 
"Babaji... yeh aapne kya kar diya hai meri chut ke phanke ko itna suja diya ki raat hone ko hai abhi bhi sujan kam nahi hui. Mujhe kya ho raha hai... mujhe yeh sujan kyun acchi lag rahi hai? Mujhe aisa kyun laga raha hai ki meri chut ko aap zyada se zyada apne lund se maar maar ke sujate rahe."
 
Woh man hi man sochti hui apni chut ko dhire dhire ragadne lagi. Ungliyaan suji hui chut ki phaank par ghoom rahi thi. Woh uski phaanko ko phaila rahi thi. Woh apni aankhein band karke Baba ke chehre ki kalpna kar rahi thi. Unki har harkaton ko yaad karke madak bann rahi thi. Uski chut ke suje huye hoth ek madak dard bhi de raha tha lekin Pooja ko ab koi dard mehsoos nahi ho raha tha balki woh is dard ko aanand dekh rahi thi.
 
Thodi der baad uski ungli chut se hatkar apni gaand ke chhed par chali gayi. Wahan bhi halka halka ragadne lagi.
 
"Yeh mujhe kaisa rog lag gaya hai... taangon ke beech mein chubhan... koolhon ke beech mein bhi chubhan... oh... meri gaand rani..."
 
Pooja ki ungli gaand ke chhed mein halka halka ghusane lagi. Woh kalpna kar rahi thi ki Baba uske peeche khade hain aur apna mota lund uski gaand mein ghusa rahe hain. Aur woh ek mitha dard ke maare karah rahi hai lekin Babaji uski gaand maarne se baaz nahi aaye aur woh lagatar meri gaand maarne par utaavle ho rahe the. Har tez dhakka meri gaand ko thok rahe the. Unka lund kaafi tez aur talwar ki tarah meri gaand ko chir rahe hain. Uski saansein tez ho gayin. Woh dono haathon se ek saath chut aur gaand ragadne lagi. Uski do ungliyaan uski gaand mein sarak gayin aur Pooja apni gaand ko apni ungali se marwaane lag gayi. Use yeh tak nahi pata chala ki uski gaand ab woh khud hi maar rahi hai.
 
"Babaji... aah... aapki ungliyaan... aapka lund... mujhe faad do... aah... mujhe apni randi bana lo... Babaji... yeh gaand ab mere kahe mein nahi hai Babaji, use ab aapke lund ke kathor maar hi chahiye, meri ungliyaan kuch kaam ki nahi hain." Uski ungliyaan uski gaand ko tez maar rahi thi. Uski chut ka ras bade aaraam se uski gaand mein sama jaate the aur zyada chiknaai paida karte the.
 
"Aah Babaji... mujhe aapke lund ki talap lag gayi hai... jaldi se aake meri gaand maar do please... aur woh aapka maal... areh waah kya swaad hai uska mujhe ab aapke lund ka maal diya karo Babaji. Ab aapke lund ka maal mera jeevan sahara ban chuka hai." Pata nahi woh apni charamseema mein kya kya anap-snap bole jaa rahi thi.
 
Pooja ka sharir kaanp uttha. Woh zor se jhad gayi. Uske muh se dabi hui cheekh nikli. Chut se paani begh nikal. Woh kuch der tak haanti rahi, phir thak kar so gayi. Lekin neend mein bhi baar baar Baba ke haath aur lund ki yaad aa rahi thi. Presented by Maitri.
 
Lekin yeh uski cheekh kisi ke anubhavi kaano mein dastak de gayi thi.
 
Kaafi der tak yahi sochte sochte aur khud ki gaand maar-te maar-te woh kab neend ki aagosh mein chali gayi use nahi pata.
 
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Jude rahiye dosto.

Maitri Patel.