Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

[maitripatel]

Pooja ki saansein tez ho chuki thin. Usska poora shariar paseene aur uttejana se chamak raha tha. Babaji ki jeebh ki namm aur garm sparsh se usski choot abhi bhi sihar rahi thi. Rachayita Maitri aur Funlover hai.

"Ufffffffff… Babaji… kya kar rahe ho aap…?" Pooja ki awaaz kaamp rahi thi, "Bata toh diya karo… meri choot ko aise achaanak hamlon ki aadat nahi hai."
 
Babaji ne neeche se muskurate hue, apni daadhi mein chamakte uske ras ko chaate hue kaha, "Are Pooja Rani… ab toh in hamlon ki aadat daal lo. Mujhe toh shikaar ko achaanak dabochkar khaane ka shauk hai. Shikaar jab bekhabar ho, tab jo maza aata hai, woh dugna hota hai. Dekho na, tumhari choot se kitni raseeli chashni nikal rahi hai, meri jeebh ko tript kar rahi hai."
 
Babaji ne apne pair aage phaila liye aur apne bhaari-bharkam shariar ko giley farsh par tika diya. Unhone dono haath upar uthaakar Pooja ke do vishaal, bhaari kalshon ko apni mutthiyon mein kaid kar liya. Unmein se rista hua dudhiya amrit unke muh par gir raha tha. Woh laalach bhari tripti se use peene lage.
 
Pooja ne apni kamar hilaakar poora bhaar Babaji ke chehre par daal diya. Ab woh unki jeebh aur muh par poori tarah viraajman thi- jaise Babaji ka muh koi sinhaasan ho. Uski moti, garm gaand unke chehre par dab rahi thi.
 
Babaji ki jeebh saamp ki tarah phan phailaakar Pooja ki shahad bhari dibiya ke andar tak ghus rahi thi. Har baar jab unki jeebh andar-bahar hone lagti, Pooja ke muh se aniyantrit karaah nikal jaati. Aur jab Babaji ne uske phoole hue clit ko apne hothon mein kaid karke zor-zor se choosna shuru kiya, toh Pooja pagal ho gayi. Sampaadika Funlve hai.
 
"Ahhhhhhhh… Babaji ji… Ummmmm… haan… haan… aap kitne nipun hain kaam-kriya mein… ahhhhhh… aisa ehsaas aaj tak kabhi nahi hua… aur zor se… aur zor se chooso mujhe… mujhe nigal jaao Babaji… jeaee… ahhhhhhhhh…"
 
Pooja ab bolne ki haalat mein nahi rahi thi. Usska poora shariar tankar kaampne laga. Babaji ne uske clit ko neemboo ki tarah nichodkar usska antim ras pee liya. Pooja ka shariar ek tez kampan ke saath jhad gaya. Uski choot se garm, paardarshi ras ki dhaar Babaji ke muh, daadhi aur gale par baadh ki tarah bah nikli. Woh shithil hokar unke chehre par dher ho gayi.
 
Lekin Babaji abhi rukne wale nahi the.
 
Unhone Pooja ko ghumakar apni chhati ki taraf laaya, apne shariar ko poori tarah farsh par bicha liya aur apna mota, nason se ubhra hua land maharaj uski abhi bhi sikud rahi, ras se lathpath choot par rakh diya.
 
Ek zordar, gehra aur beraham jhatka.
 
"Aaaaahhhhh…!" Pooja ki aankhen ubal padi. Babaji ka mota land ek hi dhakke mein aadhi lambaai tak uske andar sama gaya. Uski choot ki deewarein tankar phail gayin. Abhi woh apne pichle orgasm se ubhar bhi nahi paai thi ki ye naya hamla use phir se unmad ki duniya mein le gaya.
 
Pooja ne jhukkar Babaji ke ras se bhege hothon ko apne muh mein le liya. Woh unhe choosne lagi - apne hi meethe ras ka swaad lete hue. Neeche se Babaji ne tez-tez dhakke maarna shuru kar diye. Har dhakke ke saath Pooja ki moti gaand thirak rahi thi. Uske bhaari stan Babaji ke chehre par paani ke gubaaron ki tarah takra rahe the.
 
"Ahhhhhh… Ohhhhh Pooja… kitna chikna aur garm hai tera shariar…" Babaji karahe, "Man karta hai apni saari saadhna ab tere is divya shariar ko samarpit karke karoon… ahhhhhh… teri phuddi chooskar aaj maine amrit pee liya hai… aur ye choochiyan… ufff… kitni raseeli hain…"
 
Itna kahkar Babaji ne Pooja ke ek boble ko dono haathon se dabaya aur poora munh kholkar use choosne lage. Daant halke-halke gadaate hue, jeebh se chakti hue. Patel ki rachana.
 
Pooja ab poori tarah pagal ho chuki thi. Woh apni kamar hilaakar Babaji ke land ko aur gehraai tak le rahi thi. Kamre mein choot aur land ki chap-chap ki awaaz, dono ki karaahein aur maans-maans ki takrahat ka shor goonj raha tha.
 
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Maitri Patel.