Due to superstition Part 5

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

I said to Geeta, “Geeta, from this moment on - until I give the word - no one is to move from this spot.”

Geeta nodded in agreement. At that very instant, her pallu slipped, briefly revealing her full, voluptuous 36-inch breasts. She quickly adjusted her pallu back into place.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon.

Now, I began to lay my true trap.

I handed Geeta a bowl containing flour mixed with ‘roli-sindoor’, and while chanting a mantra, I grasped her hand. Then, adding water to the flour, I began to knead it. Geeta believed I was performing some sort of spiritual ritual. Once the dough had thickened, I took her hand and, guiding it directly over her saree, placed it upon her Choot (pussy).

Geeta started to say something, but suddenly fell silent. Perhaps she had recalled my earlier instruction - that there must be no interruptions.

Geeta’s eyes were now closed. I turned my gaze toward Rajni - an eighteen-year-old, naked virgin lay before me, writhing in agitation. Her fair thighs quivered uncontrollably; beneath the sparse pubic hair covering her small Choot (pussy), her pink labia fluttered - contracting and parting in turn. She stared fixedly at me; alongside the shame and fear in her eyes, there flickered a strange, undeniable longing.

Taking up a mixture of ash and ‘roli’, I rose to my feet. I laid Rajni down and began to smear the ash over her entire naked body. Rubbing the ash across her delicate breasts, her belly, her thighs - and most intensely upon her Choot (pussy) - I left her body completely streaked in shades of red and black. I spoke sternly to Geeta, “Geeta, keep your eyes closed now and continue chanting the mantra. If you open your eyes - even by mistake - you will go blind. The spirit is about to emerge from her (pussy) right now. She will scream terribly, but do not move a muscle.”

Geeta replied in a trembling voice, “Yes, Maharaj… I have complete faith in you.”

As soon as Geeta began chanting the mantra, I pounced upon Rajni like a famished lion.

I spread her legs wide, placed a handful of ash directly onto her Choot (pussy), and began rubbing it vigorously. Rajni writhed in pain, “Ahhh… Baba… it hurts…” but I did not stop. As I continued rubbing the ash, her Choot (pussy) turned crimson, and a sticky fluid began to ooze from within.
Then, I picked up a bottle of ‘desi ghee’ (clarified butter) and poured a generous amount over her Choot (pussy). Lubricated by the ghee, her Choot (pussy) began to glisten. Next, I drizzled some honey over it, then bent down and began to lick her Choot (pussy).

“Mmmm… what a taste yaar!”

I thrust my tongue deep into her tight little Choot (pussy) and began to suck and lap up the mixture of honey, ghee, and her natural juices. Rajni’s moans now shifted from pain to pleasure: “Ahh… Baba… Ufff…” Her hips began to lift involuntarily.

I shifted into the 69 position. Coating my thick, erect Lund (cock) with honey, I shoved it deep into her mouth and commanded, “Suck it… suck it good!”

Rajni closed her eyes and began to suck my Lund (cock). I buried my face in her Choot (pussy) and began to lick vigorously - sucking on her clit, thrusting my tongue inside, and keeping my entire mouth pressed firmly against her. The taste of an eighteen-year-old’s tight, virgin Choot (pussy)was nothing short of paradise.

When I felt myself nearing the brink of release, I stood up. After downing a shot of Shilajit extract, I positioned my Lund (cock) against her Choot (pussy).

I clamped one hand over Rajni’s mouth to ensure her screams wouldn’t reach Geeta. Then, with a powerful thrust, I drove half of my thick Lund (cock) deep into her tight Choot (pussy)

“Mmmphhhhh!!” Rajni’s eyes went wide with shock. It felt as though her Choot (pussy) were tearing apart. I delivered another forceful thrust, and my entire seven-inch, thick Lund (cock) buried itself all the way to the base inside her eighteen-year-old virgin Choot (pussy). Blood and vaginal fluids mingled and began to flow out.

Rajni thrashed about like a fish out of water, but I did not stop. I began to pump slowly at first, then gradually increased the pace.

“Slap… slap… slap… slap…”

I began thrusting hard and deep, driving all the way up against her cervix. Rajni’s cries of pain now gave way to moans of pleasure. Her eyes began to glaze over with the intoxicating high of being fucked.

I lifted her into my arms, sat her down on my lap, and began to fuck her vigorously as she bounced up and down. Her full, heavy breasts bounced and jiggled right before my eyes. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and, while sucking on it, continued to fuck her relentlessly.

After half an hour of vigorous fucking, I poured my thick, hot semen deep inside Rajni’s Choot (pussy). Yet, thanks to the Shilajit, my Lund (cock) remained standing hard as iron.

I laid Rajni down, observed the mixture of semen and blood trickling from her Choot (pussy), and began to fuck her once again.

After an hour of continuous and extremely rough fucking, Rajni lay there in a daze. Her Choot (pussy) was red and swollen, with semen running down her thighs. Her face bore a mixed expression of satisfaction and exhaustion.

I washed her Choot (pussy) clean with water, then turned to Geeta and said, “Geeta… you may open your eyes now…”

The moment Geeta opened her eyes…

As soon as Geeta opened her eyes, she was utterly stunned. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, Rajni, lay there completely naked - calm and wearing an expression of deep satisfaction. Choot (pussy) was still red and swollen, and the drying semen on her thighs was clearly visible.

I said to Geeta, “Geeta, she is completely fine now. Call out to her.”

Geeta called out to Rajni in a trembling voice. Rajni slowly opened her eyes and responded calmly. However, the full effects of the *bhang*-laced sherbet were now beginning to manifest in Geeta. Her face flushed red, her breathing quickened, and she began to squirm restlessly.

“Baba… my head is spinning… I feel so restless… what is happening to me?” Geeta asked in distress.

I replied in a grave tone, “The spirit is now attempting to possess you. It seeks to enter through your Choot (pussy). I did warn you earlier, didn’t I - keep all your orifices (holes) sealed shut.”
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Geeta asked in a frightened voice, “Baba… what happens now?”

“Do not worry. I am here for you. Take Rajni into the room, lay her down, and close the door.”

Geeta immediately took Rajni inside the room, laid her down, closed the door from the outside, and returned to me.

Handing her a sacred red thread, I said, “Tie this to the door so that no evil force can reach Rajni.”

Obeying my command, Geeta tied the thread and then returned to sit beside me.

I began chanting mantras and said, “Geeta… come closer to me now.”

Geeta slid closer to me. I picked up some vermilion (sindoor), held it out, and gestured to her. Geeta herself lowered the pallu of her saree. Her full, milky-white, size-36 breasts were revealed before me, completely bare. I applied a mark of vermilion between her breasts and upon her nipples.

Geeta was writhing slightly under the influence of the ‘bhang’, yet she offered no resistance whatsoever. Ever since Rajni’s recovery, she had placed her absolute faith in me.

Seizing the opportunity, I said, “Take off your saree.”

In an instant, Geeta unraveled her saree, took it off completely, and stood before me stark naked. Upon seeing her thick thighs, smooth Choot (pussy), and heavy buttocks, my nine-inch-long Lund (cock) throbbed beneath my ‘dhoti’. Noticing the bulge, Geeta’s gaze became fixed upon it.

I laid Geeta down on the floor. Preparing a paste of ‘roli’, vermilion, and ghee, I began applying ritual marks all over her body while chanting mantras. Slowly, my hands moved down from her breasts until they reached her Choot (pussy). Two of my fingers slid deep inside her wet Choot (pussy) and began moving in and out.

In a state of intoxicated ecstasy, Geeta began to moan, whispering, “Ahh… Uff…”

Suddenly, Geeta reached forward and untied the knot of my dhoti. My thick, long, nine-inch Lund (cock) sprang out, standing hard as iron. In a bhang-induced haze, Geeta leaned forward, placed her warm, soft mouth over my Lund (cock), and began sucking it with great affection.

I, in turn, took one of her breasts into my mouth; sucking hard, I sank my teeth into it. Geeta let out a sharp hiss of pleasure: “Siii… Ahhh!”

Slowly, my mouth slid down toward her Choot (pussy). I gave her Choot (pussy) a light nip. High on bhang, Geeta - playing along mischievously - gave my Lund (cock) a light bite in return. The room filled with intoxicating gasps and the wet sounds Choot (pussy) and Lund (cock) being sucked.

Suddenly, Geeta rose and climbed atop me. In a single swift motion, she took my entire thick, nine-inch Lund (cock) deep inside Choot (pussy).

“Aaaahhh!!! Baba… it’s tearing apart…” Geeta writhed in intense pain.

I gripped her waist tightly and began thrusting vigorously upward. Geeta, too, began bouncing along, matching my rhythm. After a while, as the effects of the bhang began to fade, Geeta suddenly started trying to pull away in embarrassment, muttering obscenities.

I immediately grabbed her, pinned her down to the floor, glared at her intensely, and - adopting the stern, commanding tone of a Guru - shoved my entire Lund (cock) back into her Choot (pussy) with a powerful thrust. Now, I began thrusting into her with the ferocity of an animal.

Geeta writhed in pain at first, then began to hiss with pleasure, and finally, she started moving in sync with me once again.

I fucked Geeta hard for a full hour. During that time, Geeta climaxed intensely three times. Her Choot (pussy) was now completely swollen, with blood and vaginal fluids (Choot ras) mingling and flowing down her thighs.

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Finally, I pulled out my Lund (cock), thrust it deep into her mouth, and poured thick, hot semen down her throat. With her eyes closed, Geeta gulped down every last drop.

I sat back down in my spot. Geeta, too, slowly rose and sat up; she was now staring at me intently, her gaze filled with a mix of shame, satisfaction, and a strange, intense longing.

Suddenly, I feigned unconsciousness and slumped to the floor.

Geeta panicked. She rushed to my side and began screaming, “Baba! Baba-ji! What happened to you?”

She splashed water onto my face. I slowly opened my eyes and, as I sat up, asked, “Geeta… what happened? Where is Rajni?”

Looking at me, Geeta replied, “Everything is fine, Maharaj. Rajni is inside the room. Your Guru-ji had locked her inside to protect her from evil forces. He has left now. Please tell me, what should we do next?”

Inwardly, I was overjoyed. My entire plan had worked perfectly, and my name hadn't been implicated in any way.

It was 5:00 AM. My dhoti lay disheveled, and Geeta, too, sat before me completely naked.

I asked, “Geeta-ji, why are our clothes in such disarray?”

Blushing, Geeta replied, “All of this was part of the *worship* ritual, Maharaj.”

“Come, straighten your clothes,” I said.

Geeta got up and went to get dressed. I, too, adjusted my dhoti and clothes.

When Geeta returned, she asked, “Maharaj, what do we do now?”

I closed my eyes and feigned deep concentration for a moment, then said, “Come, let’s bring Rajni out of the room.”

Together, we opened the door to Rajni’s room and stepped inside. Rajni was still lying there, motionless and quiet.

I said to Geeta, “Talk to Rajni.”

Geeta called out affectionately, “Rajni, dear… Rajni?”

Rajni did not respond. I then sent Geeta to fetch some holy Ganges water. As soon as Geeta left, I lifted Rajni’s saree to look at her Choot (pussy) - it was completely swollen, and a trickle of blood was still oozing from it.

Before Geeta returned, I quickly resumed my position. When Geeta arrived with the holy water, I began sprinkling it over Rajni while chanting mantras.

Then I said to Geeta, “Please fetch some fresh clothes for Rajni.”

Geeta returned with the clothes. I asked, “Geeta-ji, if you have no objection, may I dress Rajni while continuing to chant the mantras? It is essential.”

Geeta replied immediately, “As you deem fit, Maharaj. I place my complete trust in you now.”

Right there, in Geeta’s presence, I began dressing Rajni - first her bra, then her panties, followed by her suit and salwar. As I dressed her, my hands deliberately lingered over Rajni’s breasts and Choot (pussy).
Once she was dressed, I gently stroked Rajni’s head and softly called out to her.

Geeta asked, “Rajni, my child... how are you?”

For the first time, Rajni spoke in a faint voice: “Mom... I am fine.”

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