Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

[maitripatel]

Pooja apni pooja karke chali aayi, lekin uska baba ko chhodne ka dil nahi kar raha tha. Khair… woh 12:45 baje ka intezaar karne lagi.

Ghar mein koi nahi tha. Kaam bhi kuch nahi tha. Usska mann baar-baar babaji ke paas chala jaata tha. Uske sharir mein ek khaalipan aur adhoorapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh baar-baar uss raat ko yaad karti rahti thi, baba ke garam haath, unki ungliyaan, unki jeebh, unka mota land… sab kuch.
 
Woh apne room mein gayi aur bistar par apne shaarir ko ek gend ki tarah phenk diya. Maitri ki prastuti.
 
Uske haath ab apne shaarir se khelne ko aatur the. Pooja ne aankhein band ki aur mann hi mann budbudi,
 
'Babaji… aap bade… wo hain… kab mere saath kya-kya karte chale gaye… pata hi nahi chala… Babaji… aapka badan kitna mazboot aur aakarshak hai… aapki itni tareef maine pahli baar mehsoos ki hai… aap yahan kyun nahi hain… mujhe aapke paseene ki khushboo chahiye… aapka wo gathila badan… usse jo sugandh aati hai… wo bahut pyaari lag rahi hai… Uff… aapka land… Uff… wo mulayam chamdi mein chhupa aapka supara… usme chhipi aapke moot aur veerya ki sugandh mujhe aapke prati aakarshit kar rahi hai…'
 
Pooja ne apna salwar ka naara khola aur apni choot ko ragarne lagi.
 
'Babaji… mujhe kya ho raha hai…'  Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
Uski ungliyaan apni geeli choot par tezi se ghoom rahi thin. Phir usne ungli choot se hata kar apni gand ke chhed par le gayi aur wahan bhi ragarna lagi.
 
'Yeh mujhe kaisa rog lag gaya hai… taangon ke beech mein chubhan… hips ke beech mein bhi chubhan… Oh… meri gand rani…'
 
Pooja ki ungliyaan ab dono jagahon par kaam kar rahi thin. Woh baba ki kalpna kar rahi thi, unke mote land ki, unki jeebh ki, unke haathon ki. Uska shaarir kaamp raha tha. Woh zor se jharr gayi. Uske munh se dabi hui cheekh nikli. Choot se pani beeh nikla.
 
Woh kuch der tak haanti rahi, phir thak kar so gayi. Lekin neend mein bhi baar-baar baba ke haath aur land ki yaad aa rahi thi.
 
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12:45 baje
 
Pooja baba ke ghar pahunchi. Darwaza khulte hi woh baba se lipt gayi.
 
Baba ne jaldi se darwaza band kiya aur Pooja ko lekar zameen par bichhi chadar par le aaye.
 
Pooja ne baba ko kas ke baahon mein liya. Baba ke chehre par kiss par kiss ki ja rahi thi. Ab dono lete gaye aur baba Pooja ke upar tha. Edited by Funlover.
 
Dono ek-doosre ke hothon ko kas-kas ke chumne lage.
 
Baba ne Pooja ke hothon par apni jeebh chalani shuru kar di. Pooja ne bhi munh khol diya aur apni jeebh nikaal kar baba ki jeebh ko chatne lagi. Baba ne apni poori jeebh pooja ke munh mein daal di. Pooja baba ke daanton par jeebh chalane lagi.
 
Baba: 'Oh… Pooja… meri rani… teri jeebh… tera munh toh milk-cake jaisa meetha hai…'
 
 Pooja: 'Babaji… AAA… aapke hoth bade rasile hain… aapki jeebh sharbat hai… Aaahh… mere ras ko aap jee bhar ke peejiye, mere rasile hoth aapke liye doosra ras bana lenge. Aapko main ras ki kami kabhi mehsoos nahi hone dungi. Bus aap chuste rahiye aur main ras banati rahun.'
 
Baba: 'Ohhh… Pooja…'
 
Baba pooja ke gale ko chumne laga.
 
Aaj pooja safed saadi-blouse mein aayi thi. Baba ne pooja ka pallu hata kar uske stanon ko dabana shuru kar diya. Pooja ne khud hi blouse aur bra nikal diya. Baba uske bobl-o par toot pada. Uske nipples ko kas-kas ke chusne laga.
 
Pooja: 'Haan… Babaji… aaraam se… mere boble aapko itne achhe lage hain…? Aiee… chusiye aaraam se chusiye.....Aa...h....aaraam se babaji....' Rachayita Maitri hai.
 
Baba: 'Haan… tere bobl-o ka jawab nahi… tera doodh kitna cream wala hai… aur tere gulaabi nipples… inhe toh main kha jaunga…'
 
Pooja: 'Aahah… haan… E… toh kha jao na… mana kaun karta hai… aur ho sake toh meri god bhi bhar dijiye toh mere boble aapko sach mein doodh pilate rahenge aur aapko mazboot karta rahega......chusiye......chu...si.....E.....'
 
Baba ne pooja ke nipples ko daanton ke beech mein le kar dabana shuru kar diya.
 
Pooja: 'Aiee… itna mat kaato… aahh… warna apni iss bhains ka doodh nahi pee paoge…'
 
Baba: 'Oo… meri bhains… main hamesha tera doodh peeta rahunga…'
 
Pooja: 'E… ta… aa… toh… pee… aa… lo na… nikaalo na mera doodh… khaali karo do mere thanon ko…'
 
Baba kuch der tak pooja ke bobl-o ko chusta, chabata, dabaata aur kaata raha. Phir baba neeche ki taraf aa gaya. Usne pooja ki saadi aur petticoat uske pet tak chadha diye. Uski taangein khol dein.
 
Baba: 'Pooja… aaj kachchi pehnane ki kya zaroorat thi… tum bhi na bekaar ki mehnat karwati ho na chodini.'
 
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