Babaji’s past is over now and we will see pooja soon. Not easy for pooja
At present…
The next day
Today, Pooja had arrived at Babaji’s room ahead of schedule.
The soft morning sun was peeking into the upper room of the haveli. A gentle golden glow filled the space. Baba had specially prepared the room for the ritual, a white sheet was spread across the floor, incense sticks burned on all sides, and a faint, soothing fragrance wafted through the air.
Speaking in a calm yet deep voice, Baba said, “Pooja… just like humans, deities too are drawn to beautiful women. That is why, today, you must adorn yourself fully. This adornment requires pure and sacred hands. I hadn’t mentioned this earlier because I thought you might feel shy.”
Lowering her gaze but speaking with a firm voice, Pooja replied, “Babaji, I had already told you that I would feel no hesitation in this task. Whatever you command, I am ready. I have complete faith in you.”
A deep gleam appeared in Baba’s eyes. Smiling gently, he said, “Then… today, I shall adorn you with my own hands. I will dress you up and make you look beautiful.”
Pooja nodded softly, “Yes, Babaji.”
Baba: “First, go and bath in milk. Wash your entire body with it so that your skin becomes as radiant and soft as milk.”
Pooja rose silently and went into the bathroom. When she returned, her fair body was fragrant with the scent of milk. She was wearing only a light blouse and a petticoat. Her hair was still wet and loose down her back, with droplets of water trickling down to her waist.
Baba had already laid out all the items for the adornment, lipstick, rouge, eyeliner, kajal, glitter, body oil, mehndi, scented oils, everything.
“Come, Pooja… Come closer to me.”
Pooja slowly sat on the floor in front of Baba. Baba, too, came and sat right beside her. His knees were touching hers. Silence filled the room; the only sounds were the soft rustle of the breeze and the rhythm of their warm breathing.
Baba gently lifted Pooja’s chin with his fingers and gazed deeply into her eyes.
“So, let’s start with the eyes… are you ready?”
“Yes, Babaji, I’m ready. Please, go ahead.”
Baba picked up the eyeliner pencil. Pooja closed her eyes. Very slowly and carefully, Baba began applying the eyeliner to her eyelids. His warm breath brushed against her face. Every time the pencil touched her eyelid, a slight shiver ran through her body.
In a low, intoxicating voice, Baba said, “Pooja… may I say something?”
Keeping her eyes closed, Pooja replied softly, “Yes, go ahead, Babaji… since when do you need permission to ask?”
Baba said, “Your eyes are incredibly beautiful. They hold a deep, captivating allure, like a dark, bottomless depth… a gaze that could make any man lose his senses. It’s not just men; even a woman who sees you would be drawn to you, or perhaps consumed by a burning envy, as if staring into a deep abyss.”
He added in a whisper, “And I am no exception.” Yet, the words reached Pooja’s ears clearly.
A flush of crimson spread up to Pooja’s neck. She blushed but remained silent; her breathing quickened. A faint yet deeply sensual smile played upon her lips, a smile that stirred Baba’s heart and sent a surge of desire straight to his cock.
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Baba smiled and, while applying eyeliner, continued, “Your eyelashes are so thick and long; they look just like the eyes of the celestial nymph Rambha. When you gaze with these eyes, any man would lose his senses.”
Puja’s breathing had grown heavier. Baba’s hand was now on her other eye. He gently ran his finger along her cheek.
“Don’t be shy, Puja… today, I must transform you into the image of a Goddess. And a Goddess feels no shame… she surrenders herself completely.”
Puja slowly opened her eyes. They looked even more captivating, deep, and sensual now.
Looking into her eyes, Baba smiled and said, “You look stunning… now, it’s time for your lips.”
Baba picked up the lipstick. He lightly pressed her lower lip with his finger and said, “Part your lips, Puja…”
Puja slowly parted her lips. Baba gently traced the lipstick over her full, pink lips. As he applied it, his finger repeatedly brushed against her lower lip, pressing it ever so slightly.
“Your lips are like nectar-filled mangoes… soft, moist, and sweet. The mere sight of them could tempt anyone.”
Puja’s breathing had become completely uncontrolled. Baba’s face was mere inches from hers; his warm breath fell upon her lips.
Baba set the lipstick aside and used his finger to gently press down on her lower lip, pulling it slightly.
“Beautiful… now, it’s time for blush.”
Baba picked up the rouge and began applying it to Puja’s cheeks. His hand slowly slid from her cheeks down to her neck. Gently massaging her neck, he said, “Your neck is so delicate and smooth… like a string of pearls.”
Puja was trembling now, overcome by a mix of shyness and arousal. Baba picked up the bottle of body oil. He poured a little into his palms and began gently spreading it over both of Pooja’s arms. His fingers glided across her soft, milky skin.
“Now, I’ll need to unfasten your blouse a bit… so the oil can be applied to your neck and chest as well.”
Without a word, Pooja undid the top hooks of her blouse. The deep cleavage between her full, fair breasts became clearly visible.
As he applied the oil, Baba ran his fingers over the tops of her breasts. His fingers moved slowly up and down, grazing the soft skin beneath them. Pooja’s breathing had now become completely ragged.
Leaning close to her ear, Baba whispered softly, “Pooja… your body is taking on the form of a goddess today… but this is only the beginning of the ritual adornment.”
He gazed deeply into her eyes and asked, “Tell me now… where should I apply the adornment next? On your breasts… your waist… or lower down?”
Pooja’s breathing quickened. She could not speak; she simply trembled with a mix of shyness and arousal.
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The process of adorning Pooja continued…
Baba picked up the lipstick. Gently touching Pooja’s lips, he began to apply it. Pooja’s lips were trembling. Baba was applying the lipstick deliberately slowly and with great sensitivity.
“Pooja… your lips are like rose petals.”
Pooja’s breathing had grown heavier. Baba’s face was just inches away from hers; his warm breath was brushing against her face.
Baba set the lipstick down and, once again, held Pooja’s chin to lift her face up.
“Now look… how beautiful you look.”
Pooja lowered her eyes in shyness, yet a faint smile played upon her lips.
Baba leaned close to her ear and whispered,
“The adornment has only just begun, Pooja… there is still so much more to come.”
Here, the scene of her adornment is written in a highly erotic, sensual, and detailed manner:
Gazing deeply into Pooja’s eyes, Baba spoke in a low, intoxicating voice:
“So bright… full of life… radiating love. Anyone could lose themselves in these eyes without a second thought. There is such a spellbinding charm in your eyes, Pooja, that anyone who looks at them would lose their senses.”
Pooja blushed. Her eyelids lowered, but a soft, sweet smile played on her lips. Deep down, she felt wonderful.
After applying eyeliner, Baba picked up the rouge. As he applied it to Pooja’s cheeks, he gently caressed her soft skin with his fingers.
“Pooja… may I say something?”
“Yes… please go ahead, Babaji.”
“Your cheeks are so soft… like velvet petals. So delicate, so smooth… while caressing them, I feel like…”
Baba paused deliberately and looked into Pooja’s eyes. Blushing, Pooja asked, “What about these, Babaji?”
Running a finger gently along her cheek, Baba said softly,
“I feel like kissing these cheeks… and once I do, I wouldn’t want to let go.”
Pooja’s cheeks and neck turned bright red. She smiled shyly but couldn’t say a word; her whole body was trembling slightly.
After applying rouge, Baba picked up the lipstick.
“Pooja… bring your lips forward.”
Shyly, Pooja pursed her full lips forward. Baba held her chin with one hand and began applying the deep, dark red lipstick to her lips with the other.
“Open your lips a little more… yes, like that…”
As he applied the lipstick, Baba kept pressing her lower lip with his finger. His voice grew even deeper,
“What a shape your lips have… so full, so pink and soft. They look as if they are brimming with nectar.”
Pooja’s breathing quickened.
Baba continued, “Even Kamdev, the God of Desire, would be tempted by your lips… wanting to suck them, to drink the wine of them.”
Pooja was melting inside; her chest was heaving rapidly.
Baba asked, “May I ask you something?”
“Go ahead, Babaji…”
“Has anyone ever tasted these beautiful lips of yours?”
Pooja blushed deeply. Lowering her gaze, she spoke softly,
“Once or twice… my husband did…”
Baba smiled, “Only once or twice? Such thirsty lips, touched only once or twice?”
Pooja: “He used to be away most of the time…”
Baba: “So, apart from your husband, no one else has kissed these lips? Sucked them?” Pooja flushed with shyness, “Babaji… things like this… who else but a husband could do them? Isn’t that a sin?”
Tracing a finger along the corner of her lips, Baba said,
“It is a sin only if done out of compulsion… otherwise, it isn’t. A life is incomplete if one doesn’t taste the nectar of such luscious, full lips, Pooja…”
A sweet, thrilling sensation coursed through Pooja’s body. She was becoming delirious with desire deep within.
Then, Baba took out a hair dryer and began drying Pooja’s long, thick hair. As he dried it, he ran his fingers through her hair and skillfully styled it into a sexy look.
When he was finished, Baba showed Pooja her reflection in the mirror.
Pooja was astonished by what she saw. She had never looked so sensual, so alluring, and so captivating. Her eyes, lips, and cheeks, everything looked completely different and incredibly arousing.
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Baba leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Now, the true ‘shringar’, the ritual of adornment, remains…”
“I have prepared special herbal oil for you. It will make your skin as soft and radiant as silk.”
Pooja blushed even more upon hearing the word ‘body.’
Baba: “Now, get down on your knees, Pooja.”
Pooja knelt down. Baba also knelt behind her. Now, Baba’s body was positioned right behind Pooja’s.
Baba poured the oil onto his palms and began by applying it to Pooja’s stomach. With long, sweeping strokes, he started massaging the oil onto her waist, back, and navel.
“Pooja… your body is like silk. So smooth, so supple… it is a pleasure to run my hands over it.”
Baba shifted slightly further back. Now, his erect cock was lightly brushing against Pooja’s buttocks.
He began swirling his finger inside Pooja’s navel and whispered into her ear, “Your navel is so deep and smooth… if Kamdev, the God of Love, were to see it, he would instantly plunge his tongue in to suck it… and keep licking it for hours.”
An electric shiver ran through Pooja’s body. She was completely aroused now.
Baba’s fingers slowly moved upwards, slipping inside her blouse three or four times to touch the soft skin beneath her breasts.
Pooja’s breathing had become completely ragged and uncontrolled.
Baba whispered softly into her ear, “Pooja… now the final and most special stage of the ritual remains… certain special ‘aasanas’, sexual positions. But you will have to perform these positions with me. It is possible… that you might feel quite shy doing so.”
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Three or four times, Baba’s fingers slipped inside Puja’s blouse, touching the soft skin beneath her breasts. Each time, her body shuddered slightly.
Puja was becoming aroused; her breathing had grown rapid and heavy.
In a low, deep voice, Baba said, “Puja… our ritual is now entering its final stage. The Vedas and scriptures describe certain special aasanas (postures).”
Puja’s voice trembled. Caught between shyness and arousal, she asked, “Aa… saa… nas…? What kind of aasanas, Babaji?”
Placing his hand on her waist, Baba pulled her closer and said, “When a woman performs these aasanas after purifying her body, the Almighty is forever pleased with her. But you must perform them with a Baba. However, you might feel quite shy doing so with me.”
Lowering her eyes in modesty but speaking with a firm voice, Puja replied, “Performing aasanas with you… I have no objection, Babaji.”
Looking into her eyes, Baba asked, “So, you will perform the aasanas with me…?”
Puja nodded slowly and said, “Yes, Babaji… I will.”
Smiling, Baba said, “But before we begin, I need to apply oil to my body… and you are the one who must apply it.”
Blushing, Puja replied, “Yes, Babaji… as you command.”
Baba handed the bottle of oil to Puja. They both knelt down, facing each other.
Puja poured a little oil onto her palms and began applying it to Baba’s chest. His chest, stomach, and underarms were already shaved, leaving his skin perfectly smooth. She had always been attracted to Baba’s physique; today, as she applied the oil, his body looked even more radiant and alluring.
Puja’s fingers moved across Baba’s broad chest. She slowly began rubbing the oil over his stomach, arms, and finally, his back. As she moved in behind Baba, her full breasts began to lightly brush against his back.
While massaging oil onto Baba’s back, Pooja whispered,
“Baba-ji… your body is so strong and smooth.”
Baba smiled faintly and said, “Pooja, the touch of your hands is so soothing.”
Deep down, Pooja longed to wrap herself around Baba’s body, but shyness kept her silent. She traced her finger around Baba’s navel a few times.
Baba said softly, “Come… let’s move to the asana (pose). For the first pose, we need to sit with our backs touching.”
They both sat cross-legged, facing away from each other. Then, they inched closer until their backs met.
Baba’s back was already bare, as he was wearing only a lungi. Pooja was dressed in a blouse and petticoat, but her lower back was exposed, and with the hooks of her blouse undone, much of her upper back was revealed as well.
They sat with their bare backs pressed against one another. The oil made their skin feel sleek and smooth.
Baba began to gently rub his back against Pooja’s.
Baba: “Pooja, the touch of your back feels wonderful. Have you ever pressed your bare back against someone else’s before?”
Trembling slightly with shyness, Pooja replied, “No, Baba-ji… this is the first time.”
Pooja, too, began to gently rub her back against Baba’s. Their smooth backs slid against each other, and Pooja’s breasts pressed softly against Baba’s back.
Baba said softly, “Now, let’s kneel and press our backs together.”
They both moved onto their knees. Now, their backs were in even closer contact. Baba pressed his back firmly against Pooja’s. Her breathing quickened. Blushing, Pooja said, “Babaji… this asana… it feels very strange.”
Smiling, Baba replied, “This asana is meant to purify the body, Pooja. But it awakens every sensation within it.”
In a trembling voice, Pooja said,
“Babaji… this… this feels so strange… your back against mine… so smooth and warm… I’m feeling very hot.”
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In a trembling voice, Pooja said, “Babaji… this… this feels so strange… your back against mine… so smooth and warm… I’m feeling so much heat.”
Slowly rubbing his back against hers, Baba spoke in a deep voice, “Pooja… this asana awakens every sensation in the body. Your back is so soft and smooth… like a silk sheet. Every time I move my back, your boobs rub against it… you can feel it, can’t you?”
Pooja closed her eyes, overcome by a mix of shame and arousal. Her voice trembled as she said,
“Yes, Babaji… I can feel it so clearly… my boobs are pressing against your back… and… and something is happening down below, too. I feel ashamed… yet I don’t want to stop.”
Baba deliberately pressed his back harder against hers and began to move it in gentle, circular motions. The oil made the friction feel even more pleasurable.
An involuntary hiss escaped Pooja’s lips,
“Aah… Babaji… your back… rubbing against mine… it’s so hot… my boobs… my pussy… everything is tingling. I feel like I’m doing something wrong… but still… it feels so good.”
Baba asked softly, “Pooja… tell me the truth… how does it feel? Is the shame greater… or the pleasure?”
Trembling with shyness yet answering honestly, Pooja said,
“Both… it’s both, Babaji. I feel so ashamed sitting here naked-backed against a holy man like you… but at the same time… there’s a strange, intense ache rising inside me. My Choot (pussy) is getting wet… and I don’t want to stop. I’m scared… yet I’m enjoying it. It feels like I’m betraying my husband.”
Babaji: “How can there be any betrayal regarding something that doesn’t even exist in this world, daughter? Just think—if you had remarried, wouldn’t your new husband have made use of this beautiful body of yours? Wouldn’t you have shared your passion with a new husband? Would you have left him unsatisfied, or set your new life ablaze by constantly dwelling on your late husband?”
Smiling, Baba pressed his back against Pooja’s and began to rub slowly. The friction gradually shifted lower.
Baba: “Pooja… this asana isn’t just about touching backs. It awakens every ounce of energy in the body. Your boobs are pressing against my back… your navel is close to my back… and lower down, your Choot (pussy) is heating up. Feel it… feel it completely.”
Pooja’s breathing had become completely ragged. She began to rub her back gently against Baba’s and said,
“Babaji… I can feel it… your back is warming mine… my boobs are trembling… and down below… a strange wave is coursing through my Choot (pussy). I feel like I’m doing something very wrong… yet, I want to get even closer.”
Baba gently placed his hand on Pooja’s waist and pulled her closer. Now, their backs were pressed firmly together. Thanks to the slickness of the oil, every slight movement created a pleasurable friction.
Baba whispered, “Pooja… tell me now… how does it feel? Speak… without any shame.”
Closing her eyes, Pooja said in a trembling voice,
“It feels wonderful, Babaji… but I feel so much shame, too. I’ve never sat like this even in front of my mother… and today, with a Baba… back pressed against back, naked… my Choot (pussy) is getting wet. I feel like I’m committing a sin… but still… I don’t want to stop.”
Baba said in a tone of satisfaction, “Excellent… that is exactly what is needed. Shame and pleasure, side by side… that is the true essence of this worship.” Gently rubbing her back against Baba’s, Pooja whispered,
“Baba-ji… what will the next asana be…?”
Baba smiled and replied, “The next asana involves even greater intimacy, Pooja… but first, fully savor this one… let every one of your senses awaken…”
Pooja was now completely aroused and in a state of heightened emotional tension, shame, fear, arousal, and an unfamiliar pleasure were all surging within her at once.
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After pressing their backs together while kneeling…
They both sat on their knees. Now, their backs were pressed firmly against each other. Thanks to the slickness of the oil, every slight movement created a sweet, sliding friction. Baba pressed his broad, strong back firmly against Pooja’s delicate, soft back.
Pooja’s breathing became rapid and irregular. Her full boobs were gently compressed against Baba’s back. Every time Baba shifted his back, Pooja’s boobs rubbed against it, causing her nipples to harden and quiver with a sensation that was a mix of pain and pleasure.
Baba slowly began to rub his hips against Pooja’s. Her bare, rounded buttocks slid against his hips.
Baba asked in a deep, intoxicating voice:
“Pooja… does the touch of my back feel good to you?”
Pooja trembled with shyness. Her voice was barely audible:
“Yes… Babaji… your back is so warm and strong… pressed against mine… it feels very strange… but… it feels good, too.”
Rubbing his hips even more firmly against hers, Baba asked:
“And lower down? My hips are rubbing against yours… how does that feel?”
Pooja closed her eyes in shyness. Her voice trembled:
“Umm… yes, Babaji… down there, too… it’s getting very hot… my buttocks are being pressed against your hips… and… and my Choot (pussy) is getting wet. I feel so shy… but I don’t want to stop either.”
They were slowly rubbing their hips against each other. The oil made the friction even more sensual. Pooja herself began gently rotating her hips against Baba’s. Baba whispered;
“Pooja… your buttocks are so soft and shapely… whereas mine are a bit firm.”
Blushing deeply, Pooja replied;
“Babaji… men’s buttocks are naturally a bit firm… and they look good that way, too. Your hips… look very strong.”
Baba said in a satisfied tone;
“Now I’ll lie down on my stomach, and you lie on top of me, also on your stomach.”
Pooja: “Okay, Babaji.”
Baba lay down on the floor on his stomach. Pooja lay on top of him, also on her stomach. Her full boobs pressed completely against Baba’s broad back. Her bare stomach clung to his bare back. Pooja began to slowly rub her stomach against his back.
Sighing, Baba said;
“Pooja… the touch of your stomach feels like I’m wrapped in a soft, velvety quilt. And may I tell you something?”
Pooja asked shyly, “Yes… please tell me, Babaji.”
Baba: “The touch of your boobs is…”
Pressing her boobs even harder against Baba’s back, Pooja asked in a trembling voice;
“So… what is it… Babaji… please tell me openly… so I can understand.”
Taking a deep breath, Baba said;
“It’s intoxicating… anyone would be tempted to hold your boobs in their hands.”
An involuntary hiss escaped Pooja’s lips, “Sssaaahhh…”
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