22-08-2026, 02:09 PM
Babaji ne apni moti awaaz mein kaha,
"Aur rahi baat Richa ki padhai ki, toh tum iski chinta mat karo Mayuri. Kosh mein aane wale paison se uski aage ki padhai poori ho jayegi. Main tumhein kehta hoon, ise mana mat karna. Upar wale ko yahi manzoor hai ki tumhari beti ucch shiksha praapt kare. Ise ehsaan mat samajhna. Jab bhi tumhare paas kuch paise hon, kosh mein daal dena. Rin utar jayega." Produced by Maitri.
Babaji ki baat sunte hi Mayuri ki aankhon mein aansoo chhalak aaye. Woh bhaav-vibhor hokar aage badhi aur unke paeron mein jhuk gayi. Babaji ne muskurate hue apna daahina haath uske kandhe par rakha, phir dheere-dheere neeche sarakaakar uski kamar par tika diya. Ungliyan uski bra ki patti ko mehsoos karte hue ragadne lagi. Mayuri ka maansal, paripakv sharir unke sparsh ke neeche thar-thara utha, lekin woh kuch nahi boli.
"Richa, beta, idhar aa," Mayuri ne apni beti ko pookara,
"Babaji ke pair chhoo. Unke aashirwad se ab tujhe kisi baat ki chinta nahi karni hai. Tu aage padh sakegi, sapne poore kar sakegi."
Richa dheere se aage aayi. Atharah saal ki yeh naazuk-si ladki apni maa ke theek ulat thi - dublipatli, komal, abhi-abhi khilne wali. Uski sutan abhi-abhi ubharkar chhote-chhote ubaar lene lage the, kulle halke-se golai pakad rahe the. Woh jhukkar Babaji ke pair chhooti hai toh uske lambe kaale baal unke ghutnon par bikhhar gaye.
Babaji ne pehli baar use is nazar se dekha. Unka haath dheere se uske sar par pada, baalon mein ungliyan phiraaen. Phir unki nazar uthkar Mayuri ke bhaari, chhalakte urojon par tik gayi. Woh donon maa-beti ko ek saath dekh rahe the - ek paripakv, ras bhara sharir, doosra komal aur taza. Unke man mein ek gehri, andheri laalsa jag uthi. Aur woh chakshu chodan karne lage.
"Jai Baba," donon ne kaha aur prasad lekar lautne lagi. Maitri ki rachana.
Jaate-jaate Mayuri ne Richa ko thoda aage bhej diya aur wapas laut aayi. Usne dheemi, kampkampi wali awaaz mein kaha, "Babaji… Inhonne (pati) jo bhi aapke saamne hamare baare mein kaha hai, uske baare mein main kal dopahar ko vistaar se baat karna chahti hoon. Isi samay aaoongi."
Babaji ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Unhonne sirf sir hilaya.
Jaise hi donon chali gayin, Babaji ke hothon par ek vijayi muskuraan phail gayi.
"Pehle Pooja… ab Mayuri… aur agar yeh maa-beti donon mil jaayein toh…" unhonne man hi man socha. Lekin abhi toh unke kamre mein Pooja intezaar kar rahi thi. Poori tarah nangi. Chudne ke liye taiyaar.
Babaji ne darwaza khola toh andar ka drishya dekhkar unka land dhoti ke andar hi phadak utha.
Pooja nahakar nikli thi. Uski peeth unki taraf thi. Woh jhuki hui thi, apni jaanghon aur pindliyon se paani ponchh rahi thi. Nahane ke baad uski chikni, gehuwan tvacha par paani ki boonden abhi bhi chamak rahi thi. Uski moti, gol, bhari-bhari gaand is mudra mein aur bhi ubharkar baahar nikal aayi thi - do bade, nichele, lubhaavne gole. Theek uske guda dwaar ke neeche uski choot ke mote, ras se bheege hoth upar se neeche ki taraf khulkar dikh rahe the. Kuch paani ki boonden aur kuch uski apni uttejana ki chipchipi boonden dheere-dheere nikal rahi thin. Funlover.
Babaji ki sahanashakti toot gayi.
Whe jhapate. Peechhe se jhukkar apna chehra seedhe uske donon jaanghon ke beech dhakel diya. Unki garm, moti jeeb ek hi jhatke mein Pooja ki choot ke bheetar tak ghus gayi.
"Aahhh…!" Pooja chaukkan kar kaanp uthi. Uske ghutne tharthara gaye. Lekin agle hi pal jab Babaji ki jeeb uske ras se laba-lab saagar mein dubkiyan lagane lagi, toh uske poore sharir mein bijli daud gayi. Woh machal uthi, peechhe hatkar apni bhaari gaand ko aur zor se unke munh par daba diya.
"Babaji… uff… dheere…" uski awaaz mein vaasna aur samarpan donon the.
Babaji ne donon haathon se uske mote nithambon ko phailaaya aur poori tanmayata se choosne-chaatne lage. Unki jeeb kabhi uski choot ke andar gehrai tak jaati, kabhi clitoris ko tezi se chaatti. Pooja ke munh se aniyaantrit karahen nikalne lagi. Usska sharir paseene se tar ho raha tha.
Kuch hi der baad Babaji uthe, apni dhoti utaari aur apna mota, khada loda Pooja ki bheegi choot par ragadne lage…
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Jude rahiye dosto.....
Maitri Patel.
"Aur rahi baat Richa ki padhai ki, toh tum iski chinta mat karo Mayuri. Kosh mein aane wale paison se uski aage ki padhai poori ho jayegi. Main tumhein kehta hoon, ise mana mat karna. Upar wale ko yahi manzoor hai ki tumhari beti ucch shiksha praapt kare. Ise ehsaan mat samajhna. Jab bhi tumhare paas kuch paise hon, kosh mein daal dena. Rin utar jayega." Produced by Maitri.
Babaji ki baat sunte hi Mayuri ki aankhon mein aansoo chhalak aaye. Woh bhaav-vibhor hokar aage badhi aur unke paeron mein jhuk gayi. Babaji ne muskurate hue apna daahina haath uske kandhe par rakha, phir dheere-dheere neeche sarakaakar uski kamar par tika diya. Ungliyan uski bra ki patti ko mehsoos karte hue ragadne lagi. Mayuri ka maansal, paripakv sharir unke sparsh ke neeche thar-thara utha, lekin woh kuch nahi boli.
"Richa, beta, idhar aa," Mayuri ne apni beti ko pookara,
"Babaji ke pair chhoo. Unke aashirwad se ab tujhe kisi baat ki chinta nahi karni hai. Tu aage padh sakegi, sapne poore kar sakegi."
Richa dheere se aage aayi. Atharah saal ki yeh naazuk-si ladki apni maa ke theek ulat thi - dublipatli, komal, abhi-abhi khilne wali. Uski sutan abhi-abhi ubharkar chhote-chhote ubaar lene lage the, kulle halke-se golai pakad rahe the. Woh jhukkar Babaji ke pair chhooti hai toh uske lambe kaale baal unke ghutnon par bikhhar gaye.
Babaji ne pehli baar use is nazar se dekha. Unka haath dheere se uske sar par pada, baalon mein ungliyan phiraaen. Phir unki nazar uthkar Mayuri ke bhaari, chhalakte urojon par tik gayi. Woh donon maa-beti ko ek saath dekh rahe the - ek paripakv, ras bhara sharir, doosra komal aur taza. Unke man mein ek gehri, andheri laalsa jag uthi. Aur woh chakshu chodan karne lage.
"Jai Baba," donon ne kaha aur prasad lekar lautne lagi. Maitri ki rachana.
Jaate-jaate Mayuri ne Richa ko thoda aage bhej diya aur wapas laut aayi. Usne dheemi, kampkampi wali awaaz mein kaha, "Babaji… Inhonne (pati) jo bhi aapke saamne hamare baare mein kaha hai, uske baare mein main kal dopahar ko vistaar se baat karna chahti hoon. Isi samay aaoongi."
Babaji ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Unhonne sirf sir hilaya.
Jaise hi donon chali gayin, Babaji ke hothon par ek vijayi muskuraan phail gayi.
"Pehle Pooja… ab Mayuri… aur agar yeh maa-beti donon mil jaayein toh…" unhonne man hi man socha. Lekin abhi toh unke kamre mein Pooja intezaar kar rahi thi. Poori tarah nangi. Chudne ke liye taiyaar.
Babaji ne darwaza khola toh andar ka drishya dekhkar unka land dhoti ke andar hi phadak utha.
Pooja nahakar nikli thi. Uski peeth unki taraf thi. Woh jhuki hui thi, apni jaanghon aur pindliyon se paani ponchh rahi thi. Nahane ke baad uski chikni, gehuwan tvacha par paani ki boonden abhi bhi chamak rahi thi. Uski moti, gol, bhari-bhari gaand is mudra mein aur bhi ubharkar baahar nikal aayi thi - do bade, nichele, lubhaavne gole. Theek uske guda dwaar ke neeche uski choot ke mote, ras se bheege hoth upar se neeche ki taraf khulkar dikh rahe the. Kuch paani ki boonden aur kuch uski apni uttejana ki chipchipi boonden dheere-dheere nikal rahi thin. Funlover.
Babaji ki sahanashakti toot gayi.
Whe jhapate. Peechhe se jhukkar apna chehra seedhe uske donon jaanghon ke beech dhakel diya. Unki garm, moti jeeb ek hi jhatke mein Pooja ki choot ke bheetar tak ghus gayi.
"Aahhh…!" Pooja chaukkan kar kaanp uthi. Uske ghutne tharthara gaye. Lekin agle hi pal jab Babaji ki jeeb uske ras se laba-lab saagar mein dubkiyan lagane lagi, toh uske poore sharir mein bijli daud gayi. Woh machal uthi, peechhe hatkar apni bhaari gaand ko aur zor se unke munh par daba diya.
"Babaji… uff… dheere…" uski awaaz mein vaasna aur samarpan donon the.
Babaji ne donon haathon se uske mote nithambon ko phailaaya aur poori tanmayata se choosne-chaatne lage. Unki jeeb kabhi uski choot ke andar gehrai tak jaati, kabhi clitoris ko tezi se chaatti. Pooja ke munh se aniyaantrit karahen nikalne lagi. Usska sharir paseene se tar ho raha tha.
Kuch hi der baad Babaji uthe, apni dhoti utaari aur apna mota, khada loda Pooja ki bheegi choot par ragadne lage…
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Jude rahiye dosto.....
Maitri Patel.
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