Pooja is in learning process continued……………
The Next Position
Baba: “Now I’ll lie flat on my back, and you lie on top of me, face down… but your head should be towards my feet, and my head towards yours. Alright?”
Pooja said, a mix of shyness and arousal in her voice,
“Yes, Babaji… I’ll do exactly as you say.”
Pooja, too, had begun to find a unique kind of pleasure in this new, strange, and steamy encounter.
Baba lay on his back. Pooja lay on top of him, face down. Now, Pooja’s legs were towards Baba’s face, and Baba’s legs were towards hers. Pooja’s navel was pressing directly against Baba’s erect cock. She could clearly feel his hard, hot Lund (cock) pressing into her navel.
Trembling slightly with shyness, Pooja said,
“Babaji… yours is… so hot and hard… it’s pressing against my navel…”
Stroking Pooja’s thighs, Baba said,
“Pooja… your legs are so lovely and smooth.”
Baba lifted Pooja’s petticoat. Now, her thighs and panties were clearly visible. He spread her thighs a little wider. There was no resistance from Pooja; she was gently reciprocating every move Baba made.
Baba began to lightly stroke the area near Pooja’s Choot (pussy) and said,
“Pooja… your thighs are so fair and soft… just like butter. Anyone’s hand could easily slide right over them.”
As his hand touched the area near her Choot (pussy), she became even more aroused. Shyly, she said,
“Babaji… it’s… very sensitive there… I’m feeling a strange sensation…”
Running a finger over her Choot (pussy), Baba asked,
“Pooja… which position have you liked the best so far?”
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Pooja replied, panting, a mix of shame and pleasure in her voice:
“All… all of them feel good, Babaji… but this one… is so… so hot, and a bit scary too…”
Trembling with a mix of shyness and arousal, Pooja said:
“Yes, Ba… Babaji… the one… on the knees… back-to-back… the one where we’re low down…”
Smiling, Baba said:
“Alright, now I’ll sit down, and you have to sit on my shoulders, facing me. My head should be right between your legs.”
Baba moved forward slowly and sat down comfortably. Pooja knew that Babaji was initiating something new and even more intimate, yet she wanted to proceed too; her Choot (pussy) was already wet.
Pooja said softly:
“Yes… get settled properly… I’ll try to sit on your shoulders, facing you.”
Pooja positioned Baba’s head between her legs and sat on his shoulders. In this position, her navel was right in front of Baba’s lips. Baba immediately flicked out his hot tongue and began swirling it inside her navel.
Pooja’s entire body shuddered.
“Oh… my… aah… what… are you doing… uff…”
But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted her hips slightly forward so Baba’s tongue could reach even better. She was enjoying it immensely; her breathing quickened, and she began to moan softly.
As he swirled his tongue, Baba said:
“Pooja, close your eyes and say… ‘Swaha’…”
Pooja closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice:
“Swa… ha… aah…”
Sucking on her navel, Baba said:
“Pooja, your navel is so sweet and deep. Do you like this position?” Pooja replied breathlessly,
“Yes… Babaji… this position is so good… so good… ahhh…”
Sliding his tongue lower, Baba asked,
“Has anyone ever put their tongue inside your Choot (pussy)? I’m absolutely certain no one has. I’m the first man to do it.”
Trembling with a mix of shame and arousal, Pooja said,
“Ahhh… no, Babaji… you are the first… no one else… ahhh…”
Baba said in a satisfied tone,
“Now, lean back while resting on my shoulders… use your hands to support yourself on the ground.”
Pooja leaned back, using Baba’s shoulders for support. She knew that doing this would expose her Choot (pussy) fully to Baba. But she was no longer in a state to offer any resistance. Her Choot (pussy) was right in front of Baba’s lips.
Baba gently moved his hands to Pooja’s breasts and began squeezing them right over her blouse.
This was exactly what Pooja wanted. She moaned,
“Ahhh… Babaji… squeeze… squeeze them hard…”
Kneading Pooja’s breasts vigorously, Baba said,
“Pooja, your boobs are so full and soft… so nice… so nice…”
Pooja slid her petticoat and panties down a bit with one hand and pressed her wet Choot (pussy) against Baba’s lips. Baba began licking her Choot (pussy) right through her panties.
Hissing with pleasure, Pooja said,
“Ahhh… Babaji… harder… suck… lick…”
Licking her Choot (pussy) thoroughly, Baba said,
“Pooja, come sit in my lap now.”
Pooja immediately sat on Baba’s cock and wrapped her arms around him. Baba’s hard, hot cock was pressing against the entrance of her Choot (pussy). Pooja immediately sat on Baba’s cock and wrapped her arms around him. Baba’s hard, hot cock was pressing against the opening of Pooja’s Choot (pussy).
Baba held Pooja by the waist and asked, “Pooja… is this position okay?”
Panting and completely aroused, Pooja replied, “Hmm… it’s… the… best… unhh… Baba-ji, this feels amazing.”
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The Final Stage of Fucking
For a while, Baba kept licking Pooja’s Choot (pussy). Pooja was completely wild with desire by now.
Baba pulled Pooja onto his lap. She clung to him. While still seated, Baba undid his lungi and pulled his thick, erect cock out of his undergarments. Pooja, too, slid her panties down a bit while remaining seated.
Holding Pooja by the waist, Baba said,
“Come on… hurry up… my queen… fuck me now.”
Pooja lowered herself onto Baba’s hard cock. With a wet ‘Fachaak’ sound, the cock tore right into her Choot (pussy) and slid all the way inside.
“Aaaahhh!!! Babaji… it went all the way in… my Choot (pussy) is splitting open!!! Oh, Ma… I’m tearing apart…”
Pooja gripped Baba’s neck tightly and began to fuck him, bouncing vigorously up and down.
Squeezing Pooja’s breasts hard, Baba said,
“Aah… my queen… my ‘Pujaran’… your Choot (pussy) is so good… so pleasurable… my flute is enjoying this immensely…”
Pooja panted and replied,
“Babaji… your flute is incredibly pleasurable too… it’s playing such a sweet melody inside my Choot (pussy)… striking up a unique raga within my cave.”
Holding her even tighter, Baba said,
“Forget that artificial dildo… worship my Lund (cock) first… it’s going to give you so much pleasure…”
Pooja, still clinging to his neck, said,
“Ooh… Babaji… last night, that Lund (cock) of yours tried to enter everywhere… it tormented both my holes.” Thrusting even deeper into Puja’s Choot (pussy), Baba said,
“My queen… don’t you worry… wherever you want me to thrust… I will… this Lund (cock) of mine is meant for you now. I have to quench every fire of yours with this Lund (cock), my lovely, insatiable priestess.” Saying this, Baba squeezed Puja’s nipple and tugged at it hard.
Digging her teeth into Baba’s shoulder and moaning, Puja said,
“Ooooh… Ma… aah… Babaji… a widow doesn’t need… empty comfort… she needs a man’s body and a man’s touch… that’s where true pleasure lies… why… aah… say something… Babaji… oh… my fucking king.”
Thrusting into Puja even harder, Baba said,
“Yes… aah… from now on, we’ll speak only in our own language. We are naked now, and we’ll keep satisfying each other’s physical needs. Alright?”
Sitting down even harder on Baba’s Lund (cock), Puja replied,
“It will be exactly as you say, Babaji… alright… we’ll speak the language of lust now… that’s what suits us best. I have absolutely no objection to that kind of talk.”
Puja lay down; Baba positioned his Lund (cock) at the entrance of her Choot (pussy) and, without warning, thrust it all the way in with a single, powerful stroke. ‘Squelch… squelch…’ Baba moved over her and began fucking her hard, all while squeezing and kneading her boobs.
Baba: “Aah… ooh… shall I be your husband for today… tell me…”
Puja: “Aah… sss… yes… oh… be my husband… what else is left… you’re already deep inside me… thrusting away… exploring every corner of me.” Baba: “My arrow will tear through your Choot (pussy) today… my darling… this Lund (cock) is destined to turn your slit into a gaping hole (Bhos).”
Pooja: “Aah… tear it open… aaah… go on, tear it… aaah… I don’t mind; turn it into a wide, gaping hole (Bhos).”
Baba: “Aah… ooh… no… ‘Swaha’…”
They both climaxed simultaneously, and Baba poured all his semen deep inside Pooja’s Choot (pussy).
Pooja: “Aah… Babaji…”
Now, Pooja couldn’t bring herself to meet Baba’s eyes.
Baba lay down beside Pooja and began kissing her cheeks.
Pooja asked shyly,
“Babaji… have I committed a sin…?”
Baba said, kissing her,
“No, Pooja… making love to Baba has only enhanced your purity… this hole of yours will remain pure as long as you keep getting fucked by this Lund (cock) of mine.”
Pooja smiled. She had received the reassurance she craved. She got up, dressed, removed her makeup, and returned home—looking exactly as she had when she first arrived.
Today, Baba hadn’t given her the ‘ling’ to tie on…
That night, as she lay in bed, Pooja missed that massive Lund (cock)… the mere memory of it sent a stirring sensation through her Gaand (ass).
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Pooja’s night was a storm of memories. She was restless. Her body was demanding so much.
In the stillness of the night, Pooja tossed and turned on her bed. Only a small lantern was lit in the room. The same scenes flashed before her eyes again and again, the initial moments with Baba… the make-up, his warm hands, his fingers, his tongue, his thick and muscular Lund (penis)… the large glans of his Lund (penis), and everything she had felt for the first time that night. It played out before her eyes like a movie.
Pooja sighed and muttered to herself, “At night, while falling asleep, Pooja was remembering Baba again.” She said to herself,
“Babaji… you’re such a great… that… you did all sorts of things to me… I didn’t even realize when… you turned me from a good, cultured woman into your mistress. I remember everything, but now I don’t regret it. Whatever you took involved my intoxication and lust. Babaji… your body is so beautiful… I loved hearing you praise me… why aren’t you here… I love the smell of your sweat… that dangerous Lund (penis) of yours… the scent of the skin… it’s so sweet…”
She didn’t realize that these thoughts forced her hands downward. Pooja slid her hand down again… and began touching herself, remembering Baba.
Pooja’s breathing quickened. She slowly untied the string of her salwar and slid her hand down. Her fingers reached her wet and swollen Choot (pussy).
“Babaji… what have you done? You’ve swollen the lips of my Choot (pussy) so much that it’s almost night, and the swelling hasn’t gone down. What’s happening to me…why do I like this swelling? Why do I feel like you’re going to keep pounding my Choot (pussy) with your Lund (cock) and swelling it more and more?”
Thinking to herself, she slowly began rubbing her Choot (pussy). Her fingers were moving over the swollen lips of her Choot (pussy), spreading them. She closed her eyes and imagined Baba’s face. Remembering his every move was intoxicating. The swollen lips of her Choot (pussy) were also giving her a heady ache, but Pooja no longer felt any pain; instead, she was enjoying the pain.
After a while, her finger moved from her Choot (pussy) to her Gaand (asshole). She began rubbing there lightly as well.
“What kind of disease have I contracted? A stinging between my legs… a stinging between my buttocks… oh… my ass queen…”
Pooja’s finger began to gently insert itself into her Gaand (asshole). She imagined Baba standing behind her, thrusting his thick Lund (cock) into her ass. She moaned with a mild pain, but Babaji didn’t stop fucking her ass, growing increasingly impatient. Each hard thrust was pounding her ass. His Lund (cock) was sharp and sharp, ripping her ass like a sword. Her breathing became faster. She began rubbing her Choot (pussy) and ass simultaneously with both hands. Two of her fingers slipped into her ass, and Pooja began to finger herself. She didn’t even realize that she was now fucking her own ass.
“Babaji… ahh… your fingers… your Lund (cock)… tear me apart… ahh… make me your whore… Babaji… this ass is no longer under my control, Babaji, it needs the hard pounding of your Lund (cock); my fingers are useless.” Her fingers were pounding her ass. Her Choot (pussy) juices easily seeped into her ass, creating more lubrication.
“Ah Babaji… I’m craving your Lund (cock)… come quickly and fuck my ass, please… and that cum of yours… oh wow, what a taste it has! Give me your cum now, Babaji. Your cum has become my life support.” I don’t know what nonsense she was muttering in her climax.
Pooja’s body trembled. She orgasmed loudly. A muffled scream escaped her mouth. Water flowed from her Choot (pussy). She panted for a while, then fell asleep, exhausted. But even in her sleep, she kept remembering Baba’s hands and Lund (penis).
But her scream had reached someone’s experienced ears.
Thinking about this for a long time and constantly fucking her own ass, she didn’t know when she fell asleep.
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Pooja’s Choot (pussy) and ass were being fucked simultaneously. She was moving her ass and waist on Babaji’s Lund (cock) to reach her climax. At that very moment, a deep, long, and uncontrollable moan escaped her mouth –
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Just then, her mother, Shilpa, had come out of her room to drink water and urinate. In the silence of the night, Pooja’s moan reached her ears, and she stopped.
Shilpa was frozen for a moment.
She understood what kind of moan it was. As a woman, as a mother, and with a body that had suppressed its hunger for years despite having a husband of her own, it didn’t take long for her to recognize it.
She slowly moved towards Pooja’s room. The door was locked, but the moans, the soft sounds of flesh clashing, and deep breathing could be clearly heard. However, when she didn’t hear any male voice, she felt a little calm and relieved.
Shilpa’s face initially turned red with anger.
“What nonsense is this…! Pooja… my daughter… in her own home… at this time of the night… what is she doing!”
She felt like waking her husband immediately and telling him everything. But after taking a few steps, her pace stopped.
She stood, leaning against the wall.
A storm of thoughts raged in her mind:
“Why am I getting angry?
Pooja is a widow.
She is young.
She is beautiful.
Her body is hungry… just like a woman’s.
So why shouldn’t Pooja?
Should we women learn to live by suppressing our hunger just for the sake of others?”
Shilpa’s eyes moistened.
She placed her hands on her breasts. They were heavy and sensitive. Her nipples had already hardened. A faint heat was spreading through her Choot (pussy). Pooja’s moans no longer filled her with anger, but instead a strange sympathy and excitement.
“She must be so poor… she must have been yearning for so long… I can understand. If I don’t, who else will? A woman understands another woman’s pain and hunger better. Society doesn’t allow us to have sex, but hunger never goes away…”
Shilpa rested her head against the wall. Her breathing had become a little faster.
“I was angry… but the truth is, I’m jealous too. Jealous because Pooja is getting everything I can’t because I have a husband by my side. A hot, thick, powerful Lund (cock)… that fills me to the core… that fucks me to tears…”
She squeezed her thighs tightly.
“Maybe… Pooja is right. We women are human too. We too have desires.” If someone is giving us that pleasure, why should we stop it? Just… away from society’s eyes…’
Shilpa took a deep breath. Her anger slowly turned into a sad, but understanding smile.
She slowly returned to her room. But now there was a new turmoil in her steps. Pooja’s sobs echoed in her ears, instead of anger, with a woman’s sympathy and hidden desire.
Shilpa stood leaning against the wall. Pooja’s deep, uncontrollable sobs echoed in her ears again and again. Each “Ahh…” sent shivers through her body.
She’s a widow.
‘What is Pooja doing wrong?’ This question kept revolving in her mind.
‘He’s also a human being. He’s young. His body is also hungry. How many times at night, alone, I bite my pillow… I squeeze my thighs… but I can’t find relief. At least Pooja mustered up the courage.’
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Shilpa’s eyes moistened. She placed a hand on her chest. Her boobs were growing heavy, her nipples hardening, poking through the fabric. She felt a faint warmth and moisture in her Choot (pussy).
This feeling made her feel ashamed of herself.
Old memories flashed through her mind, Pooja had looked so fresh when she had a husband. Her husband must have fulfilled her every need, that’s why she looked so fresh. But after her husband’s departure, society had turned her into a “Sati-Savitri.” No one can even touch her. No one can even look at her.
“Society says a widow doesn’t feel hungry. Or rather, she shouldn’t feel hungry. She should spend most of her time in prayer and worship. Fuck, you sister-fucker, society.”
But a Choot (pussy) is a Choot (pussy), after all. A Choot (pussy) always asks, “When will someone come to fill me up? To soothe my hole.”
Shilpa squeezed her thighs tightly. Pooja’s moan came again, this time deeper, more satisfying.
Shilpa’s lips trembled.
“I’m scared… I might also become weak. But… what’s wrong with that? If Pooja is happy, why should I stop her? Why can’t I make her happy myself?”
A tear rolled down her face. It wasn’t a tear of anger, but of loneliness, hunger, and understanding.
Shilpa slowly returned to her room. But now her steps were heavy. Pooja’s voice still echoed in her ears, creating a new, dangerous turmoil in her body.
What should I do as a mother? She sat on her bed, thinking.
“Pooja is my daughter. She’s a widow. She’s young. Her body is too.” She’s alive. Should I force her to live her entire life like a withered flower? Should I tell her to succumb to society’s fears? Should I tell her, “Daughter, suppress your hunger and protect your home and your father’s honor”? Even if God gave you holes, you can’t use them because you’re a widow?
Shilpa’s eyes welled up.
“As a mother, my first duty is to keep my daughter safe. But does safety also mean killing her happiness? Would I be doing the right thing by stopping her? Or would I be doing the wrong thing by abandoning her?”
Another thought came to her mind, one that was even more difficult:
“If I were Pooja’s mother, I should talk to her? Secretly. Alone at night. Caressing her head, I would ask, “Daughter, what do you want? Are you so hungry that you need a Lund (dick)?”
“Then I would explain to her, ‘Look, what you’re doing is your choice, so it’s fine. But be careful. Don’t get pregnant. Don’t let society find out. And most importantly, don’t ever let yourself become so weak that you’re begging for alms.’
Shilpa squeezed her thighs tightly. Her breathing was becoming heavy.
‘If I were to stop Pooja, I might as well be stopping myself. Because if Pooja is wrong, then I am wrong too, I have been suppressing my hunger for years.’
After thinking for a long time, a decision emerged in Shilpa’s mind.
‘As Pooja’s mother, I won’t stop her. I can only tell her to be careful.’
I will explain to her that suppressing physical hunger isn’t a sin, but carelessness is.
You can love someone, you can spread your legs for someone and fill both your holes, but you shouldn’t get pregnant.
Society shouldn’t find out.’
And most importantly, never let yourself become so vulnerable that someone can use you.
Shilpa rested her head on the pillow. A sad, but understanding smile appeared on her face.
Whatever Pooja is doing is right.
“Daughter, take what brings you happiness. But do it wisely.”
A tear fell from her eye.
“And maybe… I’ll be able to muster up that courage one day.”
She decided to just watch with her eyes closed, and if needed, she would help Pooja in any way she could.
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