Due to superstition Part 9

This is story and it is about the relationship between a girl and a Baba (Poojari, Baba)

A short while later, Baba brought both mother and daughter to a state of calm by fucking them hard and deep. Gita and Rajni lay on the bed, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Their pussies were swollen, and Baba’s thick semen was trickling down both their thighs.

Still panting, Gita looked at Baba with a questioning gaze and asked, “Babaji… you certainly fill our pussies to the brim… but what if a ‘balloon’ inflates? What happens if a child is conceived?”

“It’s no issue for me… I can simply accept it as the ‘prasad’ - the divine blessing - of both you and Guruji, and give birth to the child… but what about Rajni? She is only eighteen years old…”

Blushing shyly, Rajni, too, turned her gaze toward her mother. Her hand instinctively drifted down to rest upon her belly.

With a cool head and in the deep, authoritative voice of a spiritual master, Baba replied, “This is Guruji’s *prasad*, Gita. Both of you should cherish and revere this blessing.”

“Secondly… a child will be conceived only when Guruji wills it. No one’s will prevails but his. Neither of you needs to harbor any anxiety regarding this matter. And if it is Guruji’s will, then no one - absolutely no one - can stop you from becoming a mother. Should anyone dare to even attempt it, their utter destruction is inevitable.”

Baba smiled inwardly - “That white paste I have you both lick is no prasad at all… rather, it is a potent contraceptive medicine. But that is a truth neither of you shall ever discover.”

Gita and Rajni surrendered themselves completely before this “power” of Guruji. Geeta said, “Yes, Babaji, those are indeed true words; Guruji’s power is unrivaled. I was merely worried about Rajni. If she were to conceive, it might become difficult for us to show our faces in the village. But as Guruji wills it - even if Rajni does conceive, Guruji will surely provide a solution.” As she stroked Rajni’s belly, she cast a seductive glance at her.

Looking at her mother, Rajni spoke softly, “Mother… a child will come only when Guruji desires it… otherwise, it won’t. This is Guruji’s divine power. And it is our sacred duty to accept his *prasad*. You are worrying needlessly, Mother; what if Guruji gets displeased again?” She said this while pointing to her own Choot (pussy).

Geeta nodded in agreement and replied, “Yes, daughter… nothing can happen without Guruji’s will. I suppose I’m just being foolish to have expressed such a worry.” She looked at Rajni’s swollen Choot (pussy); a trickle of blood had seeped out of it, and she feared that Guruji’s wrath might descend upon that Choot (pussy) once again.

Then, looking toward Baba, Geeta spoke again, “Babaji… please tell Guruji not to inflate Rajni’s balloon just yet. It’s fine if mine gets inflated… but my daughter is still very young. I’m right, aren’t I, Rajni?”

Blushing, Rajni replied, “Yes, Mother… I don’t want a child right now… please tell Guruji that, Babaji…But absolutely want to enjoy this Lund (cock)” she said, placing a finger against her mother’s Choot (pussy).

Baba smiled and nodded, “Very well… I will tell Guruji. I will even beg him to continue fucking both your pussies and ass-holes, but to withhold the blessing of a child.”

At that moment, both Geeta and Rajni slid closer to Baba. Geeta grasped Baba’s Lund (cock) - which was still semi-erect - and said, “Well, our request has been granted… shall we now clean up the *prasad* you have left behind?”

Rajni, too, spoke with a mix of shyness and eagerness: “Yes, Babaji… let the two of us clean your Lund (cock) together. Come on, Mom - let’s lick Babaji’s Lund (cock)clean until it looks as fresh as if he’d just stepped out of a bath.”

Both mother and daughter sat down on either side of the Baba’s Lund (cock).

Geeta was the first to take the tip of his Lund (cock) into her mouth, sucking on it vigorously. “Mmm… look how thick and warm your semen still is, Babaji…”
Babaji replied, “My dear girl, this isn’t my disciple’s semen; it is mine. The more you lick it, the more pleased I shall be.”

“Yes, Guruji - I am overjoyed to know that it is you who is truly here. Do not worry; we shall fulfill our duty completely and with utmost devotion,” she said, stroking Babaji’s Lund (cock) as she spoke.

Licking the underside of his Lund (cock), Rajni remarked, “Mom… you keep sucking up top… I’ll lick the area underneath. Look at all that semen mixed with the juices from our cunts…”

Geeta withdrew the Lund (cock) from her mouth and handed it over to Rajni, saying, “Here, my dear… you have a turn sucking it, too. Taste the blend of your mother’s juices and Guruji’s semen.”

Rajni took the Lund (cock) into her mouth, took a deep, satisfying suck, and said, “Mommy… it tastes wonderful - salty, yet slightly sweet. I’ll lick it completely clean…”

The mother and daughter took turns sucking the Baba’s Lund (cock). At times, Geeta would take the entire shaft deep into her mouth; at other times, it was Rajni. Their tongues frequently brushed against one another as they worked over the Lund (cock).

Sucking on his Lund (cock), Geeta murmured, “Babaji… your Lund (cock) is still so hard… even after having torn open our cunts…”

Licking his testicles, Rajni added, “Mom… this isn’t *Babaji’s* Lund (cock) at all - it belongs to “Guruji’! Babaji is merely a vessel… Look how full Guruji’s balls are, too… Shall I suck on them as well?”

Placing his hands upon both their heads, Baba said, “Suck it... both of you, and clean it up together... You two have done a fine job today. Guruji will be quite pleased.”

Together, Gita and Rajni thoroughly licked and sucked Baba’s Lund (cock) until it was completely clean. Their lips and chins glistened with a mixture of Baba’s semen and the juices from their own pussies.

Licking up the very last drop, Gita spoke, “It’s all clean now, Babaji... We have both consumed your prasad.”

Blushing, Rajni snuggled up against her mother and whispered softly, “Mom... next time, the three of us will play together, won't we? I really love Babaji’s Lund (cock). His prasad is simply delicious.”

Smiling, Gita kissed Rajni on the forehead. “Yes, my daughter... now the three of us are like a family... Whatever Guruji desires shall come to pass. We simply need to keep our holes ready; after all, who can say exactly when Guruji’s Lund (cock) might get hard?”

Watching the two of them, Baba smiled inwardly to himself...

For the next six days, I continued to fuck the mother and daughter in various positions. Under the guise of puja (worship), all sorts of erotic acts took place. It was Geeta who bore the brunt of the fucking. She would remain at my service throughout the night. Whenever my Lund (cock) got hard, I would command her in a deep, authoritative voice - befitting a *Guru* - and proceed to fuck Geeta relentlessly.

By now, Geeta had begun to derive immense pleasure from being fucked by me. She would welcome my Lund (cock) herself - thrusting out her chest and gyrating her hips in anticipation. Sometimes, she would even climb on top of me, grinding vigorously as she cried out, “Babaji… harder! Rip my Choot (pussy) wide open!”

On the evening of the seventh day, Rajni’s father returned, bringing with him water collected from seven different rivers.

Reciting sacred mantras, I sprinkled the water over Rajni, Geeta, and throughout the entire house. Rajni was now completely cured. She was chatting cheerfully with everyone, laughing all the while. Rajni’s father was overjoyed.

As I prepared to leave, he grasped my feet and pleaded, “Babaji, please stay for just one more day. Oh Lord, grant us one more opportunity to serve you. You have accepted nothing from us; we are your humble servants.”

It was Geeta, however, who insisted the most to stay. The news of Rajni’s miraculous recovery had spread through the entire village like wildfire.

When the news reached Gajraj, the village chieftain (Mukhiya), his joy knew no bounds. His only daughter, Anjali, had been cast out by her in-laws after being branded as barren. The chieftain had exhausted himself seeking cures for her condition everywhere.

Meanwhile, Geeta spent the entire day preparing a variety of delicious delicacies for me. Both the husband and wife devoted themselves to my service throughout the day.

That night, as I lay resting in my room - Rajni’s father having just left after massaging my feet - Geeta came and sat down at my feet the moment he departed. She grasped my feet and began to weep.

“Babaji… if it were up to us, we would never let you leave. You are a God to us. You have bestowed a monumental blessing upon us. Everything we possess - it is all yours.”

I said in a dramatic tone, “Don’t say that, Geeta. I haven’t done anything; it is all Guruji’s grace. I am merely an instrument or mediator.”

As soon as she entered, Geeta closed the door behind her. While massaging my feet, she said, “You are a great soul, which is why you speak this way. But I, too, wish to please you.”

Saying this, Geeta stripped off her sari in a single swift motion and cast it aside. She now stood before me completely naked. Her full, voluptuous breasts, thick thighs, and wet Choot (pussy) were clearly visible.

Feigning resistance, I said, “Geeta… what are you doing? This is all wrong.”

Advancing toward me, Geeta replied, “Babaji, we are your devotees. God is bound to accept a devotee’s offering. Whatever I am giving, I am giving willingly. Please grant me the opportunity to serve you.”

As she spoke, Geeta leaned forward, untied the knot of my dhoti, and - in one swift motion - took my thick, erect, nine-inch Lund (cock) deep into her hot, wet mouth. She began to suck it vigorously.

I offered a feeble protest: “Geeta… someone might see us…”

But Geeta did not stop. Taking my Lund (cock) deep down her throat, she said, “Let them see… Today, I am serving you of my own free will.”

For seven days, I had fucked her in Guru Ji’s name; but today, she had come to seek my Lund (cock) entirely of her own accord. She sucked my Lund (cock) until it was fully erect, then climbed atop me, buried my entire Lund (cock) deep inside her Choot (pussy), and began to thrust vigorously.

Before long, I poured my thick, hot semen deep inside her Choot (pussy).

The next morning, as I was preparing to leave Rajni’s house, Gajraj - the village headman - fell at my feet.

“Babaji, please do me the honor of visiting my home. I would be eternally grateful to you.”

I asked, “Who are you?”

“I am Gajraj, the Mukhiya (headman) of this village.”

I declined, “We have somewhere else to go right now.”

Joining his hands in supplication, the headman insisted, “Babaji, my house is right nearby. Please, just come and take a look once.”

I glanced at Rajni’s father for his opinion, and he said, “Yes, Babaji, you may go to his house. Since you have come all this way, you might as well go and see his situation as well.”
Geeta, too, signaled her assent with her eyes.

Eventually, I agreed to go to the headman’s house.

As soon as I arrived at his home, I was warmed welcomed with great respect and hospitality. The headman immediately called out to his daughter.

Anjali entered. She was a dusky, well-built young woman of twenty-two or twenty-three. Her breasts rose high, and her hips curved outward. Clad in a *lehenga-choli*, her full, voluptuous bosom seemed to strain against the fabric, yearning to break free.

The moment I laid eyes on Anjali, my Lund (cock) roared within my trousers.

I spoke in a grave tone, “Mukhiya-ji, grant me a few moments.”

I gazed deeply into Anjali’s eyes, and then closed my own; after a brief pause, I opened them again. My face bore a clear expression of deep concern.

The headman asked anxiously, “What is the matter, Baba?”

I replied with solemnity, “Mukhiya-ji, the matter is grave indeed. Your daughter’s womb has withered away. She will never be able to become a mother.”

The headman burst into inconsolable tears, “Baba, you are our last hope! Please tell us - is there a remedy? Have mercy upon us!”

I said, “I can make an attempt... but the rest lies in the hands of the Almighty.”

The headman asked immediately, “What must be done, Baba? Just give the command, Babaji.”

I drew up a list of necessary items and requested a fresh white *dhoti*.

A short while later, all the supplies arrived. I wove such a web of words that the headman began to obey my every instruction without question.

I asked the headman to arrange for a private room where I could perform the ritual. The *Mukhiya* (village headman) allotted a secluded room on the upper floor of his large mansion.

The three of us - myself, the *Mukhiya*, and Anjali - made our way upstairs.

I said to Anjali, "Child, and sit down right in front of me."

Looking somewhat frightened, Anjali lowered her head and sat down before me...

Baba lit the sacred fire and began chanting mantras. However, his large, bulging eyes kept drifting repeatedly toward Anjali’s full, voluptuous breasts, which had become even more prominent as she sat down.

After closing his eyes for a few moments, Baba spoke: "Mukhiya, summon every woman in your household up here."

The Mukhiya immediately called for his wife, Champa (aged 45), and his daughter-in-law, Kajal (aged 22). The Mukhiya’s son was serving in the army. It had been only six months since the wedding, yet the couple had not even been able to consummate their marriage.

As soon as Champa and Kajal arrived upstairs, Baba’s gaze fell first upon Kajal. Upon seeing the fair-skinned, delicate, and youthful 22-year-old Kajal, Baba’s Lund (cock) stirred and throbbed beneath his dhoti. Now, a veritable storehouse of pussies lay ready before Baba.

Once everyone had gathered, Baba spoke in a grave tone: "Champa, your daughter’s womb was cursed and bound during her childhood. She had once urinated at a shrine dedicated to a deity. It is this very curse that is causing all these troubles. If you wish for Anjali to conceive and become a mother, we must break this curse."

Growing impatient, the Mukhiya asked, "Baba, what must be done?"

Baba replied, "First, go downstairs and change into yellow garments. For the entire duration of the ritual, no one - and especially no man - is permitted to enter or remain here. Downstairs, you must sit and string five hundred garlands, each containing one hundred and twenty-one flowers. Do you think you can manage that?"

The Mukhiya declared, "We would do anything for our daughter’s happiness." With those words, he headed downstairs.

Now, only Baba, Champa, Anjali, and her sister-in-law, Kajal, remained upstairs.

Baba began the ritual. He assigned some tasks to Champa as well and sent her downstairs. Now, only the three of them remained in the room.

Baba closed his eyes, then opened them and said to Kajal, “Child, even after marriage, you remain a virgin - and you will remain one for the rest of your life, unless...”

Terrified, Kajal grasped Baba’s feet. “Baba, you are omniscient... but why are you saying such things?”

Baba spoke in a menacing tone, “Your husband is currently passing through a period of *Rahu-kaal*, and his horoscope indicates a *Mrityu Yoga* - a fatal alignment. If you wish to save his life, you must do exactly as I say. Through this very ritual, I shall dispel the afflictions plaguing both of you.”

Both women were struck with fear and spoke in unison, “We will do exactly as you command.”

Smiling, Baba said, “Now, both of you must purify one another by pouring water over each other.”

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