Due to superstition Part 10

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

As Kajal poured water over Anjali, Anjali’s sari became soaked and clung to her body, clearly revealing her voluptuous breasts. Then, Anjali poured water over Kajal. Kajal’s thin sari became completely drenched; her large, round breasts and the distinct outline of her tight pussy became clearly visible.

The Baba gestured for both of them to sit down and, while chanting mantras, began sprinkling *roli* (vermilion) and rice over them.

A short while later, the Baba spoke in a deep, resonant voice: “The solution to both your problems lies solely with Lord ***. If He is pleased, everything will be set right. However, you must please Him by appearing completely naked, without any hesitation whatsoever.”

Blushing yet filled with curiosity, Anjali asked, “Where can we find Lord ***, Babaji?”

The Baba replied in a deep, seductive voice: “Both of you must remove all your garments and put on these yellow clothes instead. Then, we shall invoke Lord ***. He will enter my body and resolve every single one of your problems. Are you ready?”

Both women spoke in unison: “Yes, Babaji… we are completely ready.”

Now, in the Baba’s own words:

I had brought both of them completely under my spell. By now, they were obeying my every command without question.

Adopting the authoritative tone of a spiritual master, I said, “Change your clothes right here. It is inauspicious to leave the place of worship.”

Hesitantly, both women stripped off all their clothes. Their lehenga-cholis, bras, and panties - everything - fell to the floor. Now, both stood completely naked.

When they reached for the yellow sari, both women were taken aback - there was only one sari.

I tore it down the middle, splitting it into two pieces, and said, “There - now there are two. You are to wear only these small pieces.”

Both women hurriedly wrapped the small pieces of sari cloth around their bodies. However, the pieces were so small that their full, voluptuous breasts remained almost entirely exposed; only their nipples were barely covered. Now, before me lay two pairs of young, full, and voluptuous breasts - one pair belonging to Anjali, dusky and round; the other to Kajal, fair and large. My Lund (cock) instantly stirred with agitation. Beneath my dhoti, my thick member throbbed to life.

I closed my eyes, chanted mantras loudly, offered oblations into the sacred fire, and deliberately began to shake my body. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I spoke in the heavy, grave voice of a Guru:

“Why have you disturbed me?”

Then, switching to a light, gentle tone, I replied, “Lord, these two young women are in great distress. Please grant them salvation.”

Resuming the heavy voice, I growled, “Very well… they must undergo a trial. One by one, both of them must offer water and milk upon the Linga; thereafter, they must worship the Linga with their mouths, and finally, they must pleasure me as a woman pleasures a man.”

Hesitant and fearful, Kajal asked, “But where is the Linga here, Babaji?”

At that moment, I shifted my dhoti slightly aside. My 9.5-inch-long, thick, and fully erect Lund (cock) sprang into view. Its tip was already glistening.

Anjali, instantly aroused, exclaimed, “Look, Bhabhi… the Linga is right front of us! There it is!” She said, pointing directly at my Lund (cock).

Both women, trembling with fear yet feigning deep devotion, stripped themselves completely naked. Now, their breasts, pussies, and asses lay exposed before me, utterly devoid of clothing.

Anjali stepped forward first. She washed my Lond (Lund (cock)) with water, then - pressing her breasts firmly - she offered her “milk” upon it. A faint, milky fluid trickled from her nipples onto my Lund (cock). Then, she bent down, took my Lund (cock) into her mouth, and began to suck it slowly.

“Mmm… the Linga is so hot and thick…” Anjali whispered.

Then, Kajal followed suit. She washed my Lund (cock) with water, offered milk from her large breasts, and then - blushing with shyness - took it into her mouth and began to suck. Now, it was time for the fucking.

Anjali applied a generous amount of ghee to her Choot (pussy); spreading her legs on either side of me, she began to lower herself onto my Lund (cock). Despite her best efforts, she could only manage to take about seven inches inside. She let out gasps of pain - "Ahh... Baba... it's so thick... my Choot (pussy) feels like it's tearing apart..."

But she didn't give up. She began to move up and down slowly. When she finally climaxed, she was left panting heavily. She signaled to Kajal, "Bhabhi... now it's your turn..."

Although both of them were technically virgins, Kajal was the true virgin of the two. She tried her hardest, but my thick Lund (cock) wouldn't penetrate her tight Choot (pussy) - not even by an inch. It kept slipping out repeatedly.

Finally, I spoke in a deep, booming voice - like that of a "God" - "Child, I am greatly pleased by your devotion and dedication. Now, I shall take my pleasure with you."

I gently laid Kajal down on the floor, took one of her full, voluptuous breasts into my mouth, and began to suck on it vigorously. Meanwhile, having applied ghee to my fingers, I began to slowly caress her tight pussy.

A sweet gasp escaped Kajal's lips: "Ahh... Baba... this feels wrong..."

I growled back in the stern voice of a Guru: "What is wrong, child, with offering back to me that which I have bestowed upon you?"

Anjali immediately chimed in to support me: "There's nothing wrong with it, Bhabhi... everything belongs to God, after all. Just submit yourself and let him take his pleasure..."

I slowly slid two fingers deep inside Kajal's pussy and began to thrust them in and out. Kajal's gasps of pleasure grew louder and more frequent...

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I pressed my lips against Kajal’s, stifling her pained whimpers within my own mouth. Her small, virgin pussy had already opened slightly from the intrusion of my two fingers, but now, I began to slowly slide a third finger inside as well.

Kajal’s Choot (pussy) was incredibly narrowed, tight, and completely untouched. The rhythmic motion of my fingers began to soften and moisten it, yet it remained incredibly tight.

“Mmmphhh… Baba… it hurts… finger won’t go any further…” Kajal’s cry was muffled against my lips.

I positioned my thick, erect Lund (cock) against the entrance of her Choot (pussy). The moment the warm tip of my Lund (cock) grazed her small, pink slit, Kajal writhed in agony. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

I slowly increased the pressure. The thick head of my Lund (cock) began to slide inside, stretching the folds of her Choot (pussy) as it went.

A moment later, half of my Lund (cock) had disappeared inside her. At that very instant, a warm stream of blood gushed forth from Kajal’s virgin Choot (pussy). Overcome by the pain, Kajal nearly fainted; her entire body went rigid.

I seized the opportunity. I withdrew my Lund (cock) slightly, then - with a single, powerful, and brutal thrust - I drove my entire nine-inch, thick Lund (cock) deep into Kajal’s tight, virgin Choot (pussy), burying it all the way to the hilt.

“Mmmphhhhh!!!!”

Kajal’s eyes flew wide open in shock. Her scream was completely stifled against my lips. Her Choot (pussy) had been completely torn open; blood and her Choot (pussy) natural juices began to flow out in a mingled stream.

I began to thrust rapidly, back and forth. With every thrust, the wet, slapping sound of “fuch… fuch… fuch…” echoed through the room.

As Kajal regained her senses, her condition became even more agonizing. Her entire body thrashed in sheer agony. She couldn’t even cry out, for her lips remained sealed against mine. Tears were streaming from her eyes.

Gradually, the pain began to transform into pleasure. Her hips started lifting involuntarily. I increased my pace, initiating a relentless, animalistic fucking session.

“Ahhh… Baba… it hurts so much… but… but something else is happening inside…” Kajal panted, breaking away from our kiss.

I whispered in her ear, “Endure it, child… Guru-ji’s Lund (cock) is tearing open your virgin Choot (pussy)… Now, this Choot (pussy) belongs to Guru-ji forever.”

During thirty minutes of vigorous fucking, Kajal had climaxed loudly twice. A mixture of blood, her juices, and my cum was flowing from her Choot (pussy). Her thighs were completely drenched.

Yet, I still hadn’t cum. Such was the effect of the Shilajit.

When I sensed that Kajal was growing tired and the pain was becoming too intense for her, I withdrew my Lund (cock) and stood up. My Lund (cock) remained erect and gleaming like iron, coated in blood and juices.

As soon as I stood up, Anjali fell to her knees at my feet. She grasped my Lund (cock) with both hands and, with tears welling in her eyes, pleaded, “Lord… what mistake have I made? Why have you not bestowed your blessings upon me? I, too, wish to be fucked just like my sister-in-law…”

As she spoke, Anjali took my blood-and-juice-stained Lund (cock) into her mouth and began sucking it vigorously.

I placed my hand on her head, lifted her up, and laid her down upon the bed. Then, resting both her legs upon my shoulders, I positioned my Lund (cock) against her Choot (pussy) and slowly began to slide it inside.

As my Lund (cock) began thrusting in and out - sinking in up to six inches - Anjali started to experience immense pleasure. I was vigorously kneading her full breasts, simultaneously taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking on it. Suddenly, I delivered a powerful, thunderous thrust.

“Ooooh, Mom!!! I’m dying!!! My Choot (pussy)’s tearing apart!!! Bha...bhi... Mom - I’ve been thoroughly fucked!”

Anjali let out a piercing scream. My entire 9.5-inch thick Lund (cock) buried itself deep into her Choot (pussy), right down to the very root, in a single violent thrust. Her Choot (pussy) felt as if it were splitting open, stretching wide deep inside with a loud, wet fuchchh…thappp.

Now, I picked up a furious pace. I began thrusting hard and relentlessly. Caught in a dizzying blend of pain and pleasure, Anjali, too, started lifting her hips to meet my Lund (cock) from below. The room echoed with the wet “chap-chapp and fiuchch-fuchch” sounds of her Choot (pussy), mingling with the gasps and moans of us both.

What can I tell you guys... the thrill of fucking a mother and daughter - or a sister-in-law and her husband's sister - all at once was on a whole different level.

And the fucking has only just begun...
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Anjali was responding to my every thrust by lifting her Gaand (ass) high. She had gone completely wild. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, and strange, continuous gasps were escaping her lips. I suddenly flipped over and positioned Anjali on top of me. Now, bouncing vigorously, she was taking my entire 9.5-inch thick Lund (cock) deep into her Choot (pussy) - as if she had been starved for a Lund (cock) for lifetimes.

Her full, heavy breasts were bouncing against my face. Grabbing both her breasts firmly and kneading them, I urged her, “Take it... take the whole Lund (cock) deep inside your Choot (pussy)... move your Gaand (hips)... faster!”

After an hour of intense, sweaty fucking, I poured my thick, hot cum into the deepest recesses of Anjali’s Choot (pussy). Anjali’s Choot (pussy) filled to the brim; the cum overflowed, spilling out and trickling down her thighs.

Kajal sat nearby, watching everything with an unwavering gaze. Her eyes held a mix of shyness and deep longing. Her breathing was quickening, and her Choot (pussy), too, had become slightly wet.

Grasping my feet, Kajal asked in a soft, trembling voice, “Prabhu (God)... are you pleased?”

I replied in the heavy, solemn voice of a Guru: “You both have passed the test... but...”

Impatient and anxious, Anjali immediately interjected, “But what, my Lord?”

I replied in a cold, measured tone:
“Now, to attain liberation from the sins of your past lives, both of you must perform a special *puja* for seven days. We shall guide you through every step of this ritual through the medium of Baba, and We Ourselves shall remain present here. However, you both must perform this entire *puja* in a state of complete nudity. Before each ritual, you must surrender your body, mind, and wealth to Us so that We may purify them. During the *puja*, you must not allow any member of the household to approach this room; otherwise, a grave calamity will ensue.”

Both women bowed their heads in unison and said, “As you command, Lord… we are ready.”

I said, “Today’s worship has concluded. A new ritual will begin tomorrow. Now, put your clothes back on.”

Both of them dressed themselves. Kajal went downstairs, but Anjali remained seated right beside me. Her gaze kept drifting repeatedly toward my *dhoti*.

Trembling violently, I let my body go limp and lay down on the floor. Anjali was alarmed and immediately rushed to my side. Placing her hand on my face, she asked, “Babaji… what happened? Are you alright?”

I slowly opened my eyes and spoke in a faint, weak voice, “It is nothing… the Lord has departed.”

Then, in a feigned manner, I asked, “Was the Lord pleased, or not?”

Touching my feet with deep reverence and devotion, Anjali said, “Baba, it is all by your grace. We did everything within our power. Now, everything rests in your hands.”

By now, Anjali was fully convinced that the Lord had truly visited and had bestowed His blessings upon us.

I sat up on the bed and asked Anjali for some water. She immediately called out to Kajal and arranged for food and drink to be brought for me. A short while later, Anjali’s mother, Champa, also returned after offering *Bhog* (sacred food offerings) at all the temples.

Joining her hands in supplication, Champa asked, “Babaji, we have done exactly as you instructed. What must be done next?”

Maintaining a solemn demeanor, I replied, “Now, all of you should have your meal. And send your husband first thing in the morning to offer garlands at all the temples dedicated to Lord ***. This task must be completed within nine days.”

Champa accepted the command; she went to inform the Mukhiya (village headman) and then returned.

While I was eating, Kajal was fanning me. As soon as I finished my meal and lay down, Champa began to massage my feet. I stopped her. Then Anjali spoke up, “Mother, both of us will sleep right here in Babaji’s room. If any need arises, we will fetch whatever is required.”

Champa left the two of them there and went downstairs herself. Kajal continued massaging my feet until 11 PM; then, exhausted, she fell asleep. Anjali took over massaging my feet. Her hands gradually began to drift toward my thighs. My dhoti slipped aside, leaving my Lund (cock) exposed right in front of her.

Anjali stared at it for a while; then, her hand - seemingly of its own accord - reached out and touched my Lund (cock). My Lund (cock) twitched in response. Once it was fully erect, Anjali lifted her saree, sat down upon my Lund (cock), and slowly began to take it inside her.

I lay there in silence. Anjali began to thrust vigorously, bouncing up and down as we fucked. Finally, I opened my eyes and asked, "What exactly is going on here, Anjali?"
Blushing, yet speaking in a voice laced with arousal, Anjali replied, "Baba... I am simply serving you. Your Lund (cock) was erect; it looked hungry... so I fed it."

I didn't say anything. I just grabbed her hips and started supporting her. Now I was also thrusting hard from below.

That night, Anjali rode my Lund (cock) three times and was completely satisfied. Each time she climaxed, she would collapse on my chest and say, trembling, "Baba... I'm dying... I enjoyed it so much..."

Before morning, she was exhausted and went to sleep next to Kajal.

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