22-08-2026, 02:14 PM
Pooja, Babaaji ki prashansa sunkar dimag ke andar hi khil uthi. Ek stri ke liye apne sharir ki itni kacchi aur laalach bharoli tariyaaf paakar uske andar ka naaritv santusht ho raha tha. Usne dono haathon se apne bhaari, doodh se bhare boobs ko thoda aur upar uthaya aur Babaaji ke chehre ko apne chestiyon mein poori tarah dabaa diya - jaise koi navajaat shishu maa ke sthan se lipat ho aur usse apna doodh pilaa rahi ho. Maitri ki rachna.
"Chusiye Babaaji... jitna man kare..." Pooja ne kaanthi awaaz mein kaha.
Babaaji ne laalach bharool trupti se ek-ek karke dono boobs ke nipples ko muh mein bhara, daanton se halka-halka kaata, jewish se chakti hui chusne lage. Saath hi neeche unki kamar tezi se upar-neeche hone lagi. Unke mote land ka mardan Pooja ki choot mein aur bhi jor-daar ho gaya. Kamre mein chhadri ki chap-chap, paseene ki chhap-chap aur dono ki dabi hui kaahaon ka mishrit sangit gunj raha tha.
Gaadi poori charam seema par daud rahi thi.
Ant mein Babaaji ne zor se kaahate hue apna poora gahara, garam ras Pooja ke rasile choot ki gehraai mein udaal diya. Unki gotiyan sikudkar khaali ho gayin. Pooja bhi unke upar ludak gayi, dono ek-dusre se chipke rahe rahe.
Kuch der baad Babaaji ne saans lete hue kaha, "Ahhhh Pooja... mazaa aa gaya. Sach mein tum kaam ki moet ho. Tum jitne days tak in sukhon se vanchit rahi, uski poori bharpaai karunga. Ab se har roz... dugna, tiguna mazaa dunga."
Pooja sharm aur aanaad se muskuraai. Woh neeche sarakii aur Babaaji ke abhi bhi ardh-khade, apne hi ras se chipchipa land ko muh mein le liya. Usne poori nishtha se use chusa, saaf kiya, jewish se har boond tak pee li.
Phir dono nange hi uth aur baathroom mein ghus gaye. Wahan garam paani ke neeche ek-dusre ko saapon lagaate, chuimte, sahlaate rahe. Nahakar Pooja ne kapde pehne, baalon mein ungliyan phirayi aur peeche wale darwaze se nikalkar tezi se apne ghar ki aur chal diya.
Hamesha ki tarah aaj bhi kisi ne use jaate hue nahi dekha.
*****..........
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Sabhi Pooja-path aur ashram kaamkaaj se nivrutt ho kar Babaaji jaise hi apne kaks mein pahanche, peeche wale darwaze par halki dastak hui. Woh muskuraaye, samajh gaye ki Gopal hi hoga.
Darwaza khola to Gopal andar serak gaya. Uski sabzi wali reedha bahar hi khadi thi. Haath mein sharaab ki bottle aur kaagaz ke lifafe mein namkeen-bhujiya.
Dono andar baith gaye. Gopal ne chupchap do glass banaye. Pehla, doosra, teesra... peete gaye.
Hamesha ki tarah do glass ke baad Gopal ki zabaan khul gayi. Aaj woh pehle se zyada nashay mein aur badbada raha tha.
"Babaaji ji... aap kitne sukhie ho. Akele rahte ho, koi tokne wala nahi. Ghar-grihastri ke bandhno se azad. Aur dekho mujhe... Beebi toh hai, par uska sukh nahi milta. Saali, kutiya apne paas phatakne bhi nahi deti. Bolti hai, "Beti badi ho gayi hai, sharaab peekar mat aaya karo, ab ye sab shobha nahi deta."
Gopal ne ek aur ghont liya aur tikeek svr mein bola,
"Arre Babaaji ji... ek aadmi pura din mehnat karke jab ghar aata hai toh use sirf do hi cheezon ki tamanna hoti hai - ek daru, doosri apni Beebi ki choot. Par yahan toh saali dono ke liye mana kar deti hai. Ab aap hi bataiye Babaaji... main kya karoon?" Prastutkarta Maitri Patel.
Babaaji chupchaap sip lete rahe. Unki aankhon mein ek gehri chamak thi. Woh Gopal ki har shikayat ka aanand le rahe the.
Jab Gopal thoda ruka toh Babaaji dheere se bole, "Main samajh sakta hoon Gopal... tumhe kitni takleef hoti hoga jab Mayuri bhaabi tumhe apni choot..."
Babaaji ji "choot" shabd khatte hi ruk gaye. Unhone jaanboojhkar rukkar Gopal ka chehra dekha.
Gopal nashay mein jhumte hue bola, "Haan... choot... boliye na. Aajkaal toh yeh shabd bhi sunne ko nahi milta."
Babaaji ne glass rakhaa aur thoda aage jhuka kar gambhir svr mein kaha, "Gopal... Mayuri achi stri hai. Lekin woh bhi aurat hai. Use bhi pyaar chahiye, dhyan chahiye, aur haan... sharir ka sukh bhi chahiye. Shayad tum use woh nahi de pa rahe ho jise isi ki zaroorat hai."
Gopal ne nirasha svr mein poocha, "Toh ab main kya karoon Babaaji?"
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Aaj ke liye bas yahi tak dosto.
Agala episode aapke comments ke aane ke baad turant.
Tab tak ke liye Maitri Patel ki aor se JAY BHARAT.
"Chusiye Babaaji... jitna man kare..." Pooja ne kaanthi awaaz mein kaha.
Babaaji ne laalach bharool trupti se ek-ek karke dono boobs ke nipples ko muh mein bhara, daanton se halka-halka kaata, jewish se chakti hui chusne lage. Saath hi neeche unki kamar tezi se upar-neeche hone lagi. Unke mote land ka mardan Pooja ki choot mein aur bhi jor-daar ho gaya. Kamre mein chhadri ki chap-chap, paseene ki chhap-chap aur dono ki dabi hui kaahaon ka mishrit sangit gunj raha tha.
Gaadi poori charam seema par daud rahi thi.
Ant mein Babaaji ne zor se kaahate hue apna poora gahara, garam ras Pooja ke rasile choot ki gehraai mein udaal diya. Unki gotiyan sikudkar khaali ho gayin. Pooja bhi unke upar ludak gayi, dono ek-dusre se chipke rahe rahe.
Kuch der baad Babaaji ne saans lete hue kaha, "Ahhhh Pooja... mazaa aa gaya. Sach mein tum kaam ki moet ho. Tum jitne days tak in sukhon se vanchit rahi, uski poori bharpaai karunga. Ab se har roz... dugna, tiguna mazaa dunga."
Pooja sharm aur aanaad se muskuraai. Woh neeche sarakii aur Babaaji ke abhi bhi ardh-khade, apne hi ras se chipchipa land ko muh mein le liya. Usne poori nishtha se use chusa, saaf kiya, jewish se har boond tak pee li.
Phir dono nange hi uth aur baathroom mein ghus gaye. Wahan garam paani ke neeche ek-dusre ko saapon lagaate, chuimte, sahlaate rahe. Nahakar Pooja ne kapde pehne, baalon mein ungliyan phirayi aur peeche wale darwaze se nikalkar tezi se apne ghar ki aur chal diya.
Hamesha ki tarah aaj bhi kisi ne use jaate hue nahi dekha.
*****..........
Raat ke 9 baj chuke the. sampadikaa Funlover hai.
Sabhi Pooja-path aur ashram kaamkaaj se nivrutt ho kar Babaaji jaise hi apne kaks mein pahanche, peeche wale darwaze par halki dastak hui. Woh muskuraaye, samajh gaye ki Gopal hi hoga.
Darwaza khola to Gopal andar serak gaya. Uski sabzi wali reedha bahar hi khadi thi. Haath mein sharaab ki bottle aur kaagaz ke lifafe mein namkeen-bhujiya.
Dono andar baith gaye. Gopal ne chupchap do glass banaye. Pehla, doosra, teesra... peete gaye.
Hamesha ki tarah do glass ke baad Gopal ki zabaan khul gayi. Aaj woh pehle se zyada nashay mein aur badbada raha tha.
"Babaaji ji... aap kitne sukhie ho. Akele rahte ho, koi tokne wala nahi. Ghar-grihastri ke bandhno se azad. Aur dekho mujhe... Beebi toh hai, par uska sukh nahi milta. Saali, kutiya apne paas phatakne bhi nahi deti. Bolti hai, "Beti badi ho gayi hai, sharaab peekar mat aaya karo, ab ye sab shobha nahi deta."
Gopal ne ek aur ghont liya aur tikeek svr mein bola,
"Arre Babaaji ji... ek aadmi pura din mehnat karke jab ghar aata hai toh use sirf do hi cheezon ki tamanna hoti hai - ek daru, doosri apni Beebi ki choot. Par yahan toh saali dono ke liye mana kar deti hai. Ab aap hi bataiye Babaaji... main kya karoon?" Prastutkarta Maitri Patel.
Babaaji chupchaap sip lete rahe. Unki aankhon mein ek gehri chamak thi. Woh Gopal ki har shikayat ka aanand le rahe the.
Jab Gopal thoda ruka toh Babaaji dheere se bole, "Main samajh sakta hoon Gopal... tumhe kitni takleef hoti hoga jab Mayuri bhaabi tumhe apni choot..."
Babaaji ji "choot" shabd khatte hi ruk gaye. Unhone jaanboojhkar rukkar Gopal ka chehra dekha.
Gopal nashay mein jhumte hue bola, "Haan... choot... boliye na. Aajkaal toh yeh shabd bhi sunne ko nahi milta."
Babaaji ne glass rakhaa aur thoda aage jhuka kar gambhir svr mein kaha, "Gopal... Mayuri achi stri hai. Lekin woh bhi aurat hai. Use bhi pyaar chahiye, dhyan chahiye, aur haan... sharir ka sukh bhi chahiye. Shayad tum use woh nahi de pa rahe ho jise isi ki zaroorat hai."
Gopal ne nirasha svr mein poocha, "Toh ab main kya karoon Babaaji?"
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Aaj ke liye bas yahi tak dosto.
Agala episode aapke comments ke aane ke baad turant.
Tab tak ke liye Maitri Patel ki aor se JAY BHARAT.



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