Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

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Babaji ne Richa ka sir apne kandhe par rakhe hue hi bahut pyaar aur gambhirta se kaha,

"Dekho Richa… tum mujhe apna hitaishi samjho. Tum abhi jawani ki us dehleez par khadi ho jahan man mein bahut saari uljhanen, sawaal aur bhay aate hain. Agar inka nivaran samay par na hua to tum galatfahmiyon mein phans sakti ho. Mujhe pata hai ki tum ye sab baatein apni maa se bhi nahi kar patin, aur na hi tumhari koi saheli itni samajhdar hai ki in gehri baaton ko vistar se samjha sake. Isliye bejhijhak bolo. Tumhare man mein koi bhi bhay, shanka ya sawaal ho, mujhe batao. Main uska uchit nivaran karunga."

Babaji ki mulaayam, vishwas bhari awaaz aur unke kandhe ki garmahat ne Richa ko thoda dhaandhas bandhaya. Usne socha ki inse darne ki koi wajah nahi. Ve to uski madad hi karna chahte hain. Sharm chhodkar sab batana hi padega.

Richa ne kuch pal hichkichate hue dheere-dheere kaha,

"Dar-asal… Babaji ji… vo… mujhe bas itna jaanna hai ki… jo Pitaji ne kiya… uski wajah se… mujhe… bachcha to nahi ho jaayega na…?"

Babaji ki honthon par anaayans hi ek muskaan aa gayi. Unhone khud ko roka nahi. Richa ki is bachkaani aur maasoom baat par unhe hansi aa gayi.
'Bechari… college mein bhi ye nahi sikhate ki asal mein kya karne se bachcha hota hai.'

Babaji ne komal swar mein kaha,

"Are Richa… tum ye kaisi baatein kar rahi ho? Lagta hai tumhe in sab baaton ka bilkul gyaan nahi hai. Koi baat nahi… main tumhe sab kuch vistar se samjha dunga. Lekin usse pehle tum mujhe us din ki poori baat batao - jab Gopal ne tumhe pakda tha… sab kuch… bilkul vistar se."


Richa ka chehra phir se sharm se laal ho gaya. Uski nazrein neeche jhuk gayin. Uski ungliyan apni skirt ke kinare ko marod rahi thin. Babaji kuch bolne hi wale the ki Richa ne bahut dheemi, kaanpti hui awaaz mein shuru kiya:

"Us din… Pitaji hamesha ki tarah apne kamre mein baithkar sharaab pi rahe the. Maa kitchen mein thi. Pitaji ne mujhe kuch saamaan mangwaya. Main jaise hi unke paas gayi, unhone mera haath pakad liya. Ye pehle bhi hota tha, par us din unki pakad bahut zordar thi. Unhone kaha, 'Tum hi ho jo mera poora dhyan rakhti ho… Richa, aao… idhar aao… mere paas…' aur unhone meri kamar se pakadkar mujhe apne paas kheench liya."

Babaji beech mein hi dheere se poochhe,

"Us din tumne kya pehna hua tha?"

Richa sharm se aur bhi sikud gayi, phir phusphusakar boli,

"Ji… maine ek lambi frock pehni hui thi… wo waali jo main aksar raat ko pehankar soti hoon."

Babaji ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Unhone aur kareeb kheenchte hue poochha,

"Phir kya hua? Unhone tumhe kheenchkar apne god mein bithaya ya…?"

Richa ne gehri saans li. Uski awaaz ab aur dheemi ho gayi thi,

"Ve mujhe apni god mein kheenchkar bitha liya… Unki saansein sharaab ki wajah se bahut tez aur garam thin. Unhone mujhe apni baahon mein kas liya… Meri chhati unki chhati se dab gayi thi. Phir unhone mere gaal par… phir mere hothon par… zor se kiss kiya. Main chhootne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin ve bahut zor se pakde hue the. Unki ek haath meri kamar par tha aur doosra haath… meri peeth par… dheere-dheere neeche sarak raha tha…"

Babaji ab Richa ki kamar ko halke-halke sehla rahe the. Unki ungliyan uske blouse ke upar se hi uski naazuk kamar ki narmai ko mehsoos kar rahi thin.

"Aur tumhe kaisa laga jab unhone tumhare hoth choose?" Babaji ne bahut dheere, kamuk swar mein poochha.

Richa ki saansein ab aniyamit ho chuki thin. Uske chhote stan upar-neeche ho rahe the. Vah Babaji ke kandhe par sir rakhe hue hi kaanp rahi thi.


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