Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

[maitripatel]

Babaji ne Mayuri ke chamakte hue stano ko dekhte hue gehri awaaz mein kaha,

"Inhe peene ki bhi ek kala hoti hai Mayuri… ruko, main tumhe dikhata hoon."
 
Mayuri kuch bol pati, usse pehle hi Babaji neeche jhuk gaye aur apna mooh uske daaye stan par laga diya. Unhone uske mote, ber jaise nipple ko hothon ke beech phansa liya aur zor-dar chuppa maara. NIrmaatri Maitri Patel.
 
Puchchhhh…
 
Ek zor-dar awaaz ke saath unhone nipple ko mooh mein kheencha. Doodh, shahad aur sarson ke tel ka meetha-teekha, chipchipa swaad unke mooh mein phail gaya.
 
Iske parinaam swaroop, Mayuri ki choot se aviral, gaadha ras nikalne laga. Woh petticoat aur Babaji ke bistar par apna nishaan chhodne laga. Uski janghein kap rahi thi.
 
Babaji ne dono vishal tarboojon ko apne mazboot haathon mein bhar liya aur baari-baari se ek-ek karke mooh mein lene lage. Woh nipples ko aise choos rahe the, jaise unmein se doodh nikal raha ho. Unki jeebh kabhi nipple ke chaaaron ghoom rahi thi, kabhi tezi se chaat rahi thi, toh kabhi daanton se halka-halka kaat rahi thi.
 
Ab aisi paristhiti mein koi apne aap ko kab tak sambhal sakta hai bhala. Mayuri se ab raha nahi gaya. Usne dono haath Babaji ke sir ke peeche rakh diye aur unki chutiya ko apni ungliyon mein kass kar pakad liya. Phir usne Babaji ke mooh ko apni chhatiyon par aur zor se daba diya.
 
"Ahhhh…… Babaji ji…… Mmmmmmm…… Haan……" Maitri kaa nirmaan.
 
Mayuri Babaji ki lambi chutiya ko steering ki tarah ghooma-ghoomakar unke sir ko apni ichcha anusar upar-neeche, daaye-baaye kar rahi thi. Babaji kutte ki tarah apni laar bahaate hue uske dono balloon par apna nishaan chhod rahe the. Choos-choos kar apne vijay dhwaj uske boblo par gaad rahe the. Bina koi jhijhak, bina koi rok-tok.
 
Unka khada, lohe jaisa kathor lund Mayuri ki jangh se baar-baar takra raha tha. Uski motaai aur garmi ko mehsoos karte hi Mayuri ke mooh se ek dabi hui cheetkaar nikli.
 
"Ohhhh A...P...Ka..."
 
Usi pal uski choot se dher saara gaadha, garam ras phoot pada. Uss poora shareer tankar kap utha. Barsoon baad usse aisi gehri, shuddh santushti mili thi.
 
Babaji samajh gaye ki Mayuri jhad chuki hai. Uski choot se nikla pravahi uski jhango ke zariye neeche ki aur bah raha tha.
 
Woh dheere se uthe aur uske kaan mein phusphusaye,
 
"Ab tum ghar jao Mayuri… aur raat ka intezaar karo. Kal phir isi waqt aana… jao."
 
"Ohhhh behenchod........." Mayuri ke mooh se ek aah ke saath gaali bhi nikal gayi.
 
Mayuri ne socha tha ki Babaji ab uske shareer ke saath aur aage kuch karenge. Lekin unke aadesh par woh bina koi sawaal kiye uth gayi. Uss shareer abhi bhi uttejna aur thakaan se kap raha tha. Khair woh jhad gayi thi toh ab uske shareer mein ek santripti ka ahsaas zaroor tha aur use ab aage jaane ki lalasa bhi kam thi. Phir bhi uski choot ka massage ho jaata toh achha tha, aisa sochte-sochte, woh chup-chap apne kapde pehnakar baahar nikal gayi.
 
Babaji ka lund steel ki tarah khada aur dard kar raha tha.
 
Thodi der baad peeche wale darwaaze se Pooja andar aayi. Maitri ki rachana.
 
Babaji ne jaise hi use dekha, bhediye ki tarah jhapat. Unhone Pooja ko zor se apni baahon mein bhar liya aur bistar par gira diya. Phir betahasha chuumne lage, uske hoth, gardan, chhati… kahin, aur kuch bhi nahi chhod rahe the.
 
"Are bhosdike, kitni der kar di aate-aate! Tere in chhedon ki prateeksha mein mera lund tan kar khada ho rakha hai."
 
Pooja ko pooree tarah nanga kar diya gaya. Babaji ne sirf lungi pehni thi, jise unhone ek jhatke mein utar phenka. Unka mota, nason wala lund lohe ki chhad ki tarah tana hua tha.
 
Pooja ne hairani aur uttejna se kaha,
 
"Are...are...Ahhhh… Babaji ji… itni adheerita kyun aaj?"
 
Babaji ne uske baalon ko mutthi mein bharate hue gurrate hue jawab diya,
 
"Aaj subah se tere baare mein soch-sochkar main pagal ho raha tha Pooja… teri choot ki mahak, teri gand ki garmi… sab kuch yaad aa raha tha. Mujhe toh theek hai par tere is chodu ko tere chhed ki zyada jaroorat thi aur hai." Unhone Pooja ko aur kareeb kheenchate hue kaha.
 
"Are....maine kaha tha main aaungi phir mere is chodu raja ko tasalli nahi rahi....jo itna tan kar khada ho gaya hai!" Pooja ne Babaji ka lund apni hatheli mein samaate hue kaha.
 
Lekin Babaji ka dhairya ab na jaane kahan ghum chala tha. Unhone Pooja ki dono taangon ko hawa mein utha liya aur apna mooh uske beech mein daal diya. Wahaan se beh rahi meethi, chipchi jheel ko woh lap-lap karte hue peene lage. Sampaadika Funlover.
 
Pooja madhosh ho kar karahne lagi. Babaji ne uski choot ke mote hothon ko mooh mein bhar kar zor-zor se choosna shuru kar diya.
 
Tabhi Pooja ne kuch mehsoos kar ke aankhen kholi aur boli,
 
"Babaji ji… ye meri peeth ke neeche geela-geela kya hai…?"
 
Babaji ne muskurate hue apna mooh upar uthaya. Unke hoth Pooja ke ras aur Mayuri ke chhode gaye ras se chamak rahe the.
 
"Ye… teri behen ka amrit hai Pooja…" unhone gehri, kaamuk awaaz mein kaha, "Aaj Mayuri yahi leti hui thi… aur uski choot se kaafi ras tapka hai." Unhone bina jhijhak aur nikhallas hote hue keh diya. Unko pata tha ki ab Pooja se darna nahi hai. Aur use ab meri har kriya-prakriya mein shamil kar dena chahiye. Aur uske liye unhone pratham charan shuru kar diya tha.
 
Pooja ki aankhen aashcharya aur uttejna se phail gayin…
 
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