First Pooja, and now Mayuri…
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Let’s start from where we left in this story.
First Pooja, and now Mayuri…
Baba was about to fuck Pooja. His thick Lund (cock) was resting right at the entrance of her pussy, and he was just about to thrust when someone called out from outside, “Babaji… Babaji…!”
Annoyed and angry, Baba opened the door.
Standing outside was Mayuri, a woman from the next lane who was around thirty-eight years old. She was accompanied by her sixteen-year-old daughter, Richa, an eleventh-grade student.
Babaji felt a surge of delight the moment he saw Mayuri. And why wouldn’t he? Mayuri visited daily, and her voluptuous, heavy-set body always captivated him. Her massive boobs seemed ready to burst out of her blouse; her wide waist, thick and low-hanging buttocks, and fair, plump complexion, everything about her set Babaji’s gaze ablaze.
Her husband, Gopal, who sold vegetables from a pushcart, going from street to street, had become a close friend of Babaji’s; the two often sat in Babaji’s room drinking alcohol. When they were thoroughly intoxicated, they would unburden themselves by sharing their innermost thoughts. Their conversations almost always revolved around sex. Yet, no one knew the extent of their intimacy, not even Gopal’s wife, Mayuri.
Babaji had never revealed to Gopal that he was attracted to his wife. Whenever Gopal sat with Babaji, he would vent his frustrations about life; he was often distressed by his wife Mayuri’s lack of interest in sex. He didn’t have the money to visit prostitutes; selling vegetables in the streets all day earned him just enough to support his family. So, every night, he would take some liquor and go to Babaji to pour out his sorrows; Babaji, too, would set aside his status and persona to spend a few carefree, enjoyable moments with his ‘special’ friend.
Mayuri: “Namaskar, Babaji…”
Babaji smiled, though his eyes betrayed a hidden greed as he looked at her. “Come in, come in, Mayuri… Namaskar… What brings you here at this hour? Do come inside…”
She usually visited in the mornings; seeing her in the afternoon, especially at a time when Pooja was waiting naked in the inner room for their tryst, was unexpected. Under different circumstances, he might have chatted with Mayuri and feasted his eyes on her, but right now, he was eager to get rid of her as quickly as possible so he could return to enjoying Pooja’s youthful body. He wasn’t in the mood to let his ‘prize’ slip away just like that.
Mayuri said shyly, “Babaji… you know how he (Gopal) is… he works hard all day, but at night, he goes off somewhere to drink and squanders more than half his earnings. This is my daughter, Richa; she’s very bright in her studies, but we don’t have the money for her school fees this month. I just came to ask if you could perhaps talk some sense into him so our daughter can continue her education. He would never refuse you.”
Mayuri knew Gopal often spent time with Babaji, but she was unaware that he drank with him, and even talked about her while doing so.
Glancing at Mayuri’s full boobs and wide hips, Babaji thought to himself, “Wow… today I’ve got two prizes at once… mother and daughter… Mayuri’s ample backside and heavy bosom… and little Richa… Wow! What a fantastic day this is.” He spoke in a calm, affectionate tone, “Oh Mayuri, don’t you worry; the poor soul is troubled too, troubled about the relationship between the two of you. He often comes to me to pour out his heart.”
Mayuri was startled by this. Her eyes widened. She wanted to say something but remained silent because her daughter, Richa, was standing right beside her. A question lingered in her eyes, yet she couldn’t bring herself to ask it: “What exactly do the two of them talk about?”
Babaji smiled inwardly, a new prey was ready. Looking at Mayuri, he said gently, “You both come inside… I’ll have a word with Gopal. But first, have some tea…”
Mayuri and Richa began to step inside. Babaji’s mind was already busy hatching a new plan.
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Babaji spoke in his deep, booming voice,
“As for Richa’s education, don’t you worry about that, Mayuri. The money coming into the fund will cover her further studies. I tell you, do not refuse this. It is God’s will that your daughter receives higher education. Don’t consider this a favor; whenever you have some money; just put it into the fund. The debt will be cleared.”
Tears welled up in Mayuri’s eyes upon hearing Babaji’s words. Overcome with emotion, she stepped forward and bowed down to touch his feet. Smiling, Babaji placed his right hand on her shoulder, and then slowly slid it down to rest on her waist. His fingers began to rub against the strap of her bra, feeling the fabric. Mayuri’s voluptuous, mature body trembled under his touch, yet she remained silent.
“Richa, beta, come here,” Mayuri called out to her daughter,
“Touch Babaji’s feet. With his blessings, you won’t have to worry about anything anymore. You’ll be able to continue your studies and fulfill your dreams.”
Richa stepped forward hesitantly. The delicate eighteen-year-old girl was the exact opposite of her mother, slender, soft, and just beginning to bloom. Her breasts were just starting to form small mounds, and her hips were beginning to acquire a gentle curve. As she bent down to touch Babaji’s feet, her long black hair cascaded over his knees.
For the first time, Babaji looked at her with a different gaze. His hand rested gently on her head, his fingers running through her hair. Then, his eyes shifted to Mayuri’s heavy, overflowing bosom. He was looking at both mother and daughter together, one with a mature, voluptuous body, the other soft and fresh. A deep, dark desire stirred within him, and he began to undress them with his eyes.
“Jai Baba,” they both said, and taking the Prasad (Prasad (or Prasadam) is a sacred, edible offering in Hinduism that is first presented to a deity during worship and then distributed to devotees), they turned to leave. As they were leaving, Mayuri sent Richa a little ahead and turned back. In a low, trembling voice, she said, “Babaji… I want to speak in detail tomorrow afternoon about what he (my husband) said regarding us in your presence. I will come at this same time.”
A gleam appeared in Babaji’s eyes. He simply nodded.
As soon as the two women left, a triumphant smile spread across Babaji’s lips.
“First Pooja… now Mayuri… and if this mother-daughter duo were to come together…” he thought to himself. But right now, Pooja was waiting in his room. Completely naked. Ready to be fucked.
When Babaji opened the door, the sight inside made his Lund (cock) throb right there beneath his dhoti.
Pooja had just stepped out of a bath. Her back was towards him. She was bent over, wiping water from her thighs and calves. Droplets of water still glistened on her smooth, wheat-toned skin after the bath. Her thick, round, full buttocks stood out even more prominently in this posture, two large, low-hanging, alluring globes. Just below her anus, the thick, moisture-drenched lips of her Choot (pussy) were visible, parted from top to bottom. A few water droplets and some sticky drops of her own arousal were slowly trickling out.
Babaji’s restraint snapped.
He lunged forward. Bending down from behind, he thrust his face directly between her thighs. With a single swift movement, his hot, thick tongue plunged deep into Pooja’s Choot (pussy).
“Aahhh…!” Pooja shuddered in surprise. Her knees trembled. But the very next moment, as Babaji’s tongue began to dive into the ocean of her juices, an electric jolt surged through her entire body. She writhed, pulling back only to press her heavy, voluptuous buttocks even more firmly against his face.
“Babaji… uff… gently…” Her voice was filled with both lust and surrender.
Babaji spread her thick buttocks with both hands and began to lick and suck with intense devotion. His tongue would plunge deep inside her Choot (pussy) one moment and rapidly flick against her clitoris the next. Uncontrollable moans escaped Pooja’s lips; her body was glistening with sweat.
A short while later, Babaji stood up, removed his dhoti, and began rubbing his thick, erect Lund (cock) against Pooja’s wet Choot (pussy)…
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Pooja’s breathing had quickened. Her entire body glistened with sweat and arousal; her Choot (pussy) was still quivering from the warm, moist touch of Babaji’s tongue.
“Uff… Babaji… what are you doing?” Pooja’s voice trembled. “You should give a warning… my Choot (pussy) isn’t used to such sudden attacks.”
Smiling up at her while licking the juices that glistened in his beard,
Babaji said, “Oh, Queen Pooja… you’d better get used to these attacks. I love pouncing on my prey by surprise. The pleasure is doubled when the prey is caught off guard. Look at the sweet, juicy nectar flowing from your Choot (pussy), it’s truly satisfying my tongue.”
Babaji stretched out his legs and settled his massive frame onto the wet floor. Reaching up, he cupped Pooja’s two huge, heavy breasts in his hands. The milky nectar trickling from them dripped onto his face, and he began to drink it with greedy satisfaction.
Pooja swayed her hips, shifting her full weight onto Babaji’s face. She was now enthroned upon his tongue and mouth, as if his face were a royal seat, with her thick, warm buttocks pressing down upon him.
Babaji’s tongue darted deep into Pooja’s honey-filled slit, moving with the agility of a striking serpent. Every time his tongue thrust in and out, an uncontrollable moan escaped Pooja’s lips. And when Babaji captured her engorged clitoris between his lips and began to suck vigorously, Pooja was driven wild with ecstasy.
“Ahhhhh… Babaji… ummmmm… yes… yes… you are so skilled at making love… ahhhh… I’ve never felt anything like this before… harder… suck me harder… swallow me whole, Babaji… ahhhhh…”
Pooja was no longer in a state to speak. Her entire body went rigid and began to tremble. Babaji squeezed her clitoris like a lemon, draining the last of her juices. Pooja’s body convulsed as she climaxed; a torrent of hot, clear fluid gushed from her Choot (pussy), flooding over Babaji’s mouth, beard, and throat. She went limp and collapsed onto his face.
But Babaji wasn’t finished yet.
He turned Pooja around to face his chest, lay flat on the floor, and positioned his thick, vein-bulging Lund (cock) against her still-twitching, juice-slicked Choot (pussy).
A powerful, deep, and ruthless thrust.
“Aaaahhhh…!” Pooja’s eyes bulged. Babaji’s thick Lund (cock) slid halfway inside her in a single thrust. The walls of her Choot (pussy) stretched taut. She hadn’t even recovered from her previous orgasm when this new assault swept her back into a world of ecstasy.
Pooja leaned down and took Babaji’s juice-coated lips into her mouth. She began to suck on them, tasting her own sweet nectar. From below, Babaji began thrusting rapidly. With every thrust, Pooja’s thick buttocks jiggled. Her heavy breasts bounced against Babaji’s face like water balloons.
“Ahhh… Ohhh, Pooja… your body is so smooth and hot…” Babaji groaned. “I feel like dedicating all my spiritual practice to this divine body of yours now… Ahhh… by sucking your Choot (pussy), I’ve tasted the nectar of immortality today… and these tits… uff… they are so succulent…”
Saying this, Babaji cupped one of Pooja’s breasts in both hands and, opening his mouth wide, began to suck on it, lightly grazing it with his teeth while swirling his tongue over it.
Pooja was completely wild with passion now. She swayed her hips, taking Babaji’s Lund (cock) deeper inside her. The room echoed with the wet slapping sounds of Choot (pussy) and Lund (cock), their moans, and the rhythmic thudding of flesh against flesh.
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Pooja beamed inwardly upon hearing Babaji’s praise. For a woman, receiving such raw, lust-filled admiration for her body deeply satisfied her feminine nature. She lifted her heavy, milk-laden boobs higher with both hands and pressed Babaji’s face firmly against her bosom, much like a newborn clinging to its mother’s breast while nursing.
“Suck them, Babaji… to your heart’s content…” Pooja whispered in a trembling voice.
With greedy satisfaction, Babaji took the nipple of each boob into his mouth one by one, gently grazing them with his teeth and sucking them with his tongue. Simultaneously, his hips began to thrust rapidly; the friction of his thick Lund (cock) against Pooja’s pussy intensified. The room echoed with a symphony of sounds, the wet slapping of skin, the squelching of sweat, and their mingled, stifled moans.
The act was racing toward its climax.
Finally, with a loud groan, Babaji poured his entire load of thick, hot fluid deep into Pooja’s succulent pussy. His balls shriveled as they emptied. Pooja collapsed onto him, and they lay there, clinging to one another.
A while later, catching his breath,
Babaji said, “Ahhh, Pooja… that was incredible. You truly are the embodiment of erotic pleasure. I will make up for every day you were deprived of these joys. From now on, every single day… I’ll give you double, even triple the pleasure.”
Pooja smiled, flushed with a mix of shyness and ecstasy. She slid down and took Babaji’s Lund (cock), still semi-erect and sticky with his own fluids, into her mouth. She sucked it with devotion, cleaning it thoroughly and lapping up every last drop with her tongue.
Then, both of them rose, naked, and headed into the bathroom. There, under the warm water, they kept soaping, kissing, and caressing each other. After bathing, Puja got dressed, ran her fingers through her hair, and, slipping out through the back door, walked briskly towards her home.
As always, no one saw her leaving today either.
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To be continued………….
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