Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

[maitripatel]

Pooja babaji ke munh se apne stanvon ko chuswane ke charam aanand mein thi. Uski choot poori tarah geeli aur phadak rahi thi. Theek usi pal jab babaji ka land uski choot mein ghusne wala tha, tabhi darwaje par zorDaar dastak hui.

Ab aage.....
 
Pooja ekdum se chonkkar seedhi baith gayi. Uska chehra gusse aur nirasha se laal ho gaya. Man hi man wo gali dene lagi -
 
"Behenchod… is waqt bhi kisi ko aana tha? Saali choot mein aag lagi hui thi, land mahaaraj ghusne wale the… aur ye kaun saala chutiya tapak pada?"
 
Tabhi bahar se meethi-si awaaz aayi -
 
"Babaji ji… main Richa hoon… darwaza kholiye…"
 
Babaji ne turant Pooja ke kaan mein phusphusakar bataya,
 
"Ye wahi ladki hai jisse tum aaj se tuition padhane wali ho."
 
Pooja ke garm sharir par jaise thanda paani pad gaya. Uski choot turant sikud gayi. Utttejana ka saara josh ek pal mein thanda pad gaya. Wo bebas hokar babaji ki taraf dekhne lagi. Babaji ne uske kapde uske haath mein thama diye aur dheere se kaha,
 
"Bathroom mein jaakar pehen lo. Jab tak main na bulaaun, bahar mat nikalna."
 
Pooja ne man maar kar kapde lekar bathroom mein chali gayi. Jaate waqt uske kadam bhaari the aur choot abhi bhi bhookhi-bhookhi si tadap rahi thi.
 
Babaji ne apne khade land ko dhoti ke andar dabaya, gehri saans li aur darwaza khol diya. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
Saamne Richa khadi thi - umar kareeb 18 saal, gori, naazuk, aur behehad cute. Safed tight T-shirt aur ghutnon tak ki skirt pehne hue. Lekin uski T-shirt ka daayan hissa poori tarah bhiga hua tha. Bhege kapde se uski daayi choochi ka poora akaar saaf nazar aa raha tha. Andar halki shamij ke bawajood uski chhoti-si gol, kasi hui breast aur uska laal-gulaabi nipple spasht dikh raha tha.
 
Babaji ki nazarein turant wahin atak gayin.
 
"Are Richa… aao andar… ye kya haalat hai? Tum bheegi hui kyun ho?"
 
Kehte hue Babaji ne apni lambi ungli seedha uski bheegi chhati ki taraf ishaara karte hue poochha - aur ishaara karte hue jaanboojh kar ungli ko uske nipple par halka sa chhua bhi diya.
 
Richa pehle se hi ghabrai hui thi. Babaji ki ungli ke sparsh se woh hadbada gayi. Uska shareer kaamp gaya aur woh Babaji ke shareer se ragad khati hui andar aa gayi.
 
Roonvaasi swar mein rote hue boli,
 
"Dekhiye na Babaji ji… Holi aane mein abhi do din baaki hain, phir bhi gali ke ladke aaj se hi Holi khelne lag gaye. Ghar se nikalte hi do ladke mere peeche pad gaye. Main bachti-bachati aayi, lekin ek kami ne gubbaara maar hi diya… yahaan…" kehte hue usne apni daayi breast ke upar ishaara kiya aur fafak-fafak kar rone lagi.
 
Babaji ne sahanubhuti dikhate hue aage badhe aur uske kandhe par haath rakh diya. Unki nazrein ab aur kareeb se uski bheegi, ubhri hui choochi ko dekh rahi thin.
 
"Are are… ro mat bacchi… gubbaara hi toh maara hai. Laga toh nahi zyada zor se?"
 
Babaji ka haath uske kandhe se dheere-dheere neeche sarak raha tha. Unki aankhein uski nipple par tiki hui thin, jo thand aur sharm se sakht hokar khada ho gaya tha. Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
Babaji ne apna gamchha utaarkar use diya aur bole,
 
"Le, isse apne aap ko ponchh le."
 
Richa ne bina kisi shak ke Babaji ke samne hi gamchha apni chhati par rakha aur masalne lagi. Jaise-jaise woh apni gudaz, naram choochiyon ko daba-dabakar ponchh rahi thi, T-shirt aur bhi chipak gayi. Uske stan dabte waqt upar ki taraf uth rahe the, jaise bahar nikalne ko betab hon.
 
Babaji chupchaap khade-khade is nazaare ka mazaa le rahe the. Man hi man soch rahe the;
 
"Kaash main gamchhe ki jagah hota… in naazuk, komal choochiyon ko ragadne ka mauka milta… kabhi kabhi choos bhi leta..."
 
Richa abhi bhi ro rahi thi, lekin uske nipple ab aur sakht ho chuke the. T-shirt ke bheegi kapde se saaf dikh rahe the.
 
 
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Written by Maitri Patel.