To understand the story please read previous parts of the story that is part 1 to 14.
Let’s start from where we left in this story.
She didn’t realize when she finally drifted off to sleep after spending so much time lost in thought and pleasuring herself anally.
But when the fire of lust burns in both body and mind, sleep doesn’t hold sway for long. It wasn’t even dawn yet when Pooja’s eyes opened. She looked around the room; it was dark, save for the light cast by the moonbeams. She found that two of her fingers were still lodged inside her Gaand (anus). She freed herself from them and instinctively put the fingers into her mouth. Glancing down, she noticed the swelling in her Choot (pussy) had subsided significantly. She smiled and said to herself:
“Babaji, you pound my Choot (pussy) until it swells, yet by the second round, you make the swelling vanish. May your grace always be upon my Choot (pussy). Come on, Chutrani (Queen), if possible, Babaji’s Lund (cock) will make you swell up again today.”
As this thought crossed her mind, she wondered why she shouldn’t go right then; after all, she could enjoy Babaji’s love whenever she pleased. She got up and headed toward the bathroom. She glanced into her parents’ room; both were fast asleep, deep in slumber. The scene struck her as a bit peculiar, her father’s hands were resting on her mother’s breasts, though her mother remained completely unaware. Her mother’s petticoat had ridden up, revealing her thighs, and her father’s lungi was hiked up too; however, due to the darkness and the distance, she couldn’t see her father’s Lund (cock), nor did she feel any particular urge to do so. Yet, the mere thought of her parents ignited a fire in her Choot (pussy), and she wanted to meet Babaji as soon as possible. She freshened up, quickly got dressed, and headed out.
The Next Morning
Pooja arrived at the shrine at 5:00 AM. At that hour, there was no one else around. As soon as Pooja stepped inside, Baba gestured for her to come behind the shrine.
Pooja quickly moved to the back. Upon reaching Baba, she clung to him.
Pooja: “Oh… Babaji… look at the state I’m in; I can neither live like this nor bear it anymore.”
Baba pulled Pooja tightly into his arms and planted a deep kiss on her lips.
“That is the magic of me and my Lund (cock), my dear. You still have a lot of satisfying to do with my Lund (cock). And don’t worry, my Lund (cock) will keep satisfying you from now on.”
Pooja was sucking on Baba’s lips too. Baba firmly squeezed Pooja’s buttocks with one hand and spread her cheeks slightly. Moaning and pressing herself against Baba’s chest, Pooja said,
“Babaji… last night… I couldn’t sleep… I missed you so much…”
Kissing Pooja’s neck, Baba said,
“Oh, fuck… shh… Pooja… be quiet… someone might come…”
But Pooja wouldn’t listen. Kissing his neck, she said,
“Babaji… your fingers… your tongue… your Lund (cock)… I missed it all… my Choot (pussy)… and my ass… both were throbbing… I need your Lund (cock) no matter what, Babaji. Do something so that whenever I want your Lund (cock) pounds into my Choot (pussy) and ass and fills them completely.”
“Yeah, yeah… alright… my darling, but be quiet for now… if someone comes, we’re both fucked. Let’s do whatever we’re doing quietly,” Baba whispered into Pooja’s ear.
Baba lifted Pooja’s saree and spread her buttocks; his finger had just reached the opening of her anus when…
Suddenly, the shrine’s bell rang out. Startled, they both pulled apart. Pooja used her hand to pry Babaji’s finger away from the crack of her buttocks and pulled her saree down. Her mouth went dry with a mixture of fear and the dread of an unwanted predicament.
She began looking around for a place to hide.
******************************************************.
Baba suddenly blurted out,
“Oh, behenchod (sisterfucker)… who’s dropped by at this hour? Whose mother’s Bhos (cunt) has started itching now?”
When Pooja heard those words from Babaji, a faint, serene smile played upon her lips. It wasn’t merely a smile of amusement; it held trust, a sense of belonging, and a deep, inner surrender. Things she had once viewed with questioning eyes now seemed meaningful to her. It felt as though every action of Babaji’s was rooted in an experience that defied verbal description.
There was no longer any trace of resistance or doubt in her eyes, only a calm acceptance. Whenever she looked at Babaji, the inner turmoil within her would subside. It felt as if she were gradually shedding the burden of her mind and surrendering herself to a greater truth. For her, surrender was not defeat, but a state of faith where reverence took the place of questions. Her face clearly reflected this, a serenity that had settled deep within her soul.
Just then, the sound of an approaching visitor was heard outside the shrine. Babaji immediately turned his attention in that direction, rose, and walked over. A woman had arrived to offer prayers. Babaji welcomed her with wholehearted devotion and joined her in the worship.
The atmosphere within the shrine was utterly peaceful and sacred. The flame of the ‘diya’ (light) burned steady and still, the fragrance of incense mingled with the air, and the melodious sound of bells lent a divine quality to the surroundings. Babaji conducted every ritual of the worship with deep concentration. The resonance of his chanting mantras seemed to naturally calm the listener’s mind.
The woman, too, was immersed in the worship with profound devotion. The weariness of life’s struggles was visible on her face, yet as the ritual progressed, a distinct serenity began to settle over her features. It seemed as though she was laying the worries of her heart at the deity’s feet.
After a while, the worship concluded. The woman bowed with folded hands in reverence. Babaji blessed her. The restlessness she had arrived with was gone from her face; in its place was a gentle contentment and spiritual peace. She offered a few rupees in the donation box and slowly descended the steps of the shrine, going on her way.
A profound stillness lingered there for a few moments even after she had left. The lamp’s flame burned steadily, the scent of incense still permeated the air, and it seemed as if that brief act of worship had left a touch of peace in the hearts of everyone present. Pooja stood at a distance, watching it all. She felt that the true meaning of devotion and surrender perhaps lay in this very kind of selfless service and faith. Yet, her own devotion was of a different nature; she was, and wished to remain, completely devoted to Babaji.
When the shrine was empty once more, Baba returned to Pooja. He pressed her against the wall and began to suck her lips again.
Baba: “Pooja… people will keep coming and going at this hour… you should come at your usual time for worship…”
Resting her head on Baba’s chest, Pooja said,
“Yes, Babaji… but I miss you so much… last night I touched myself… but it didn’t feel as good as your fingers… just now, when you touched the crack of my ass, I was completely undone.”
Baba placed his hand on Pooja’s Choot (pussy), pressed gently, and whispered in her ear,
“I’ll give you the full pleasure soon… just wait until then… my sensual devotee… your ass is running hot right now, daughter, that’s why it feels that way; but that’s what my Lund (cock) is for, my Lund (cock) will always be there to fill all your holes, and you know that well.”
Filled with a mix of shyness and love, Pooja kissed Baba’s chest.
**************************************
Puja had returned after her prayers, but she couldn’t bear to let go of the thought of Baba. Anyway… she began waiting for 12:45.
There was no one at home. There was no work to do, either. Her mind kept drifting back to Babaji. She felt a sense of emptiness and incompleteness in her body. She kept recalling that night, Baba’s warm hands, his fingers, his tongue, his thick Lund (cock)… everything.
She went into her room and threw herself onto the bed, curling her body into a ball.
Her hands were now eager to explore her own body. Puja closed her eyes and whispered to herself,
“Babaji… you are… something else… I didn’t even realize what you were doing to me… Babaji… your body is so strong and alluring… I’ve never truly appreciated it until now… Why aren’t you here? I crave the scent of your sweat… that muscular body of yours… the aroma it gives off… it’s so intoxicating… Uff… your Lund (cock)… uff… the head hidden beneath that soft skin… the scent of your urine and semen lingering there draws me to you…”
Puja untied the drawstring of her salwar and began rubbing her Choot (pussy).
“Babaji… what is happening to me…”
Her fingers moved rapidly over her wet Choot (pussy). Then, she shifted her fingers from her Choot (pussy) to her Gaand (ass)hole and began rubbing there as well.
“What kind of affliction is this… a throbbing ache between my legs… a throbbing ache between my hips too… Oh… my sweet Gaand (ass)…”
Puja’s fingers were now working on both spots. She was fantasizing about Baba, his thick Lund (cock), his tongue, his hands. Her body was trembling. She climaxed intensely, a stifled cry escaping her lips. Fluids flowed from her Choot (pussy).
She panted for a while, then fell asleep from exhaustion. Yet, even in her sleep, she kept remembering Baba’s hands and his Lund (cock).
________________________________________
12:45 PM
Pooja arrived at Baba’s house. As soon as the door opened, she clung to him.
Baba quickly closed the door and led Pooja to the sheet spread on the floor.
Pooja wrapped her arms tightly around Baba. She kept planting kiss after kiss on his face. Now, both were lying down, with Baba positioned over Pooja.
They began kissing each other’s lips passionately.
Baba started running his tongue over Pooja’s lips. Pooja opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and began licking his. Baba slid his entire tongue into her mouth; Pooja ran her tongue over his teeth.
Baba: “Oh… Pooja… my queen… your tongue… your mouth is as sweet as ‘milk-cake’ (halvaa)…”
Pooja: “Babaji… aah… your lips are so succulent… your tongue is like sweet nectar… aaah… drink your fill of my juices; my luscious lips will create more for you. I’ll never let you feel a lack of nectar. You just keep sucking, and I’ll keep producing it.”
Baba: “Ohhh… Pooja…”
Baba began kissing Pooja’s neck.
Pooja had arrived wearing a white saree and blouse. Baba moved the ‘pallu’ of her saree aside and began squeezing her breasts. Pooja removed her blouse and bra herself. Baba eagerly latched onto her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples. Pooja: “Yes… Babaji… take it easy… You really like my boobs that much…? Ayy… suck gently, suck gently… Ah… easy, Babaji…”
Baba: “Yes… your boobs are unmatched… your milk is so creamy… and those pink nipples of yours… I could just eat them up…”
Pooja: “Aah… yes… then go ahead and eat them… who’s stopping you? And if you can, fill my lap too; then my boobs will keep feeding you milk and keep you strong… suck… su…ck…”
Baba took Pooja’s nipples between his teeth and began to press down.
Pooja: “Ayy… don’t bite so hard… aah… or else you won’t be able to drink this buffalo’s milk…”
Baba: “Ooh… my buffalo… I’ll always keep drinking your milk…”
Pooja: “Th… then… drink… go ahead… extract my milk… empty out my udders…”
For a while, Baba kept sucking, chewing, squeezing, and biting Pooja’s boobs. Then, he moved downwards. He hiked up Pooja’s saree and petticoat to her stomach and spread her legs apart.
Baba: “Pooja… what was the need to wear panties today? You really make me go through unnecessary trouble, you slut.”
*****************************************………….
Trembling with a mix of shame and arousal, Pooja said, “Babaji… I won’t wear panties anymore… I’ll keep both holes open just for you.”
Smiling, Baba slid Pooja’s panties down to her thighs and tossed them aside completely. Pooja’s wet Choot (pussy) and pink Gaand (ass) were now fully exposed.
Spreading her thighs, Baba said, “My queen… let me taste the gateway of your Choot (pussy)…”
Saying this, Baba leaned over Pooja’s Choot (pussy) and began licking it vigorously. His hot tongue swirled over the slit, sucking on her clit and trying to penetrate deep inside.
An electric jolt shot through Pooja’s body. It was the first time anyone had ever licked her Choot (pussy); her whole body shuddered with sensation.
Tilting her head back and moaning, Pooja said, “Aah… mmm… feast on my Choot (pussy), Babaji… all my gates are open for you… taste my Choot (pussy) with your pure tongue… my Choot (pussy) will become holy too… aah…”
Thrusting his tongue inside and sucking, Baba said, “Aah… pure bliss… daughter, the taste of your juices is divine. And the sight of this Choot (pussy) is enough to rouse even a dead man and set his cock on fire. What a Choot (pussy) you have, my queen…”
Grabbing Baba’s hair and pressing his tongue deeper, Pooja said, “Ah… yes… yes… enjoy it… you’ve certainly turned this widow on… don’t miss the chance to taste her Choot (pussy)… my Babaji… aaii…”
Baba laid Pooja down on her stomach and hiked her saree and skirt up over her hips. Pooja’s plump, fair, and soft buttocks were now fully exposed. Baba spread her cheeks with both hands and began licking her Gaand (ass)hole. Pooja was thoroughly enjoying this. She was arching her buttocks backward. While licking her Gaand (ass), Baba was simultaneously rubbing her Choot (pussy) with his fingers.
Moaning, Pooja said, “Aah… come on… Babaji… now perform the *Swaha* ritual… ooh… on both these holes of mine…”
Baba applied saliva to Pooja’s Gaand (ass), spread it with his fingers, and said, “Alright… get ready to receive my *Prasad* now…”
Pooja said, shyly yet eagerly, “Aah… Babaji… today I’ll take the ‘Prasad’ from behind… don’t just give it to me straight; pound my Gaand (ass) so hard it becomes gaping wide, make it so I never crave a cock again, and then bless my Gaand (ass) with the *Prasad* of your cock.” She had become completely uninhibited now.
Baba: “Alright, my queen… whatever you wish…”
Pooja was now completely under Baba’s control. Baba laid her down on her stomach and hiked up her saree and ghaghra to her waist. Pooja’s plump, fair, and soft buttocks were now fully exposed. Baba spread her cheeks with both hands, applied saliva, and began stretching open her anal opening with his fingers.
Trembling, Pooja said, “Babaji… gently… my Gaand (ass) is very tight… I’m scared…”
*************************************.
Holding Pooja by the waist, Baba said, “Don’t be afraid, my queen… today, I’ll make your Gaand (ass) the queen of my Lund (cock) too. I’ll thrust so hard that you’ll keep offering your Gaand (ass) up, begging me to fuck it, to shove this amazing Lund (cock) of mine right inside.”
Baba spread Pooja’s buttocks with both hands and positioned the thick, hot head of his Lund (cock) against her hole. Her Gaand (ass) was incredibly tight; the thick tip struggled to enter. He first swirled the head of his Lund (cock) to lubricate it well, then began to apply pressure gradually.
Pooja gripped the pillow tightly, gritting her teeth as she gasped, “Aah… Babaji… gently… it’s so thick… my Gaand (ass) feels like it’s tearing…”
Holding her waist, Baba slowly increased the pressure. The thick head of his Lund (cock) began to force its way in, stretching her opening wide. Tears welled up in Pooja’s eyes. She clutched the pillow and screamed through gritted teeth, “Aaah… Babaji… it’s too thick… my Gaand (ass) is tearing… aah… gently… please…”
“Aaah!!! It tore… Babaji… my Gaand (ass) tore!!! Babaji, I won’t be able to shit… no… take it out, I don’t want you fucking my Gaand (ass) with that Lund (cock).” After taking a thrust or two…
“Aaah… Babaji… it hurts so much… but… don’t stop…”
Baba applied more pressure. Half the Lund (cock) slid inside; Pooja’s Gaand (ass) was stretched to the limit. Pausing to kiss her back, Baba said,
“Bear with it, my queen… just a little more… your Gaand (ass) is so tight and hot… it feels amazing…”
Pooja gritted her teeth and said, “Aah… put it all the way in, Babaji… my Gaand (ass) is yours now… tear it open…”
Baba delivered another powerful thrust. The entire 9.5-inch thick Lund (cock) slid deep into Pooja’s Gaand (ass), right up to the hilt.
“Aaaahhh!!! It’s tearing… my Gaand (ass) is tearing apart, Babaji!!!” Pooja screamed loudly. Tears were streaming from her eyes, yet her Choot (pussy) was also dripping wet.
Baba gripped Pooja’s waist firmly and began to thrust slowly back and forth. With every thrust, a wet, slapping sound, ‘phach… phach’, echoed from her Gaand (ass).
Baba: “Aah… sweet Pooja… just be patient for a moment… aah… then your Gaand (ass) will give you nothing but pure pleasure.”
Baba: “Aah… sweet Pooja… your Gaand (ass) is so tight… it’s gripping my Lund (cock)… aah… it feels amazing…”
Caught between pain and pleasure, Pooja gasped, “Aaaahh… Babaji… my back door… ah… my back door welcomes you and your Lund (cock)…”
Increasing his pace, Baba said, “Aah… your back door really loves my shaft… it’s so tight and smooth…”
Pooja pressed her Gaand (ass) back against him and said, “Aah… Babaji… speed up this ‘scooter’ of yours… rev the engine… ah…”
Baba picked up the pace of his thrusts. The room now echoed with the sounds of intense, vigorous fucking.
**************************************************.
Baba: “Aah… lovely Pooja… your Gaand (ass) is so tight… it’s gripping my Lund (cock)… aah… it feels so good… just loosen your Gaand (ass) up a bit and let my Lund (cock) slide all the way in.”
Pooja, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure, said, “Aah… Babaji… it hurts a lot… but… but don’t stop… tear my Gaand (ass) apart… aah… harder…”
Baba picked up the pace. He was now fucking Pooja’s Gaand (ass) vigorously. Her Gaand (ass) was stretched wide open. Baba grabbed her hair, positioned her on all fours, and began thrusting even harder.
Screaming, Pooja said, “Aah… Babaji… your flute is entering my Gaand (ass)… tearing it open… aah… it’s making me so horny, make me your concubine… ravage my Gaand (ass)… it’s been driving me crazy for so long.”
Slapping her Gaand (ass), Baba said, “Take this, you Gaand (ass)-whore… take it… take the pounding of my Lund (cock)… your Gaand (ass) belongs to me today…”
A while later, Baba flipped Pooja over into the missionary position. He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, inserted his Lund (cock) into her Gaand (ass), and began fucking her hard.
Pooja gripped Baba’s neck tightly and, through her tears, said, “Babaji… aah… I feel like my Gaand (ass) is going to tear… but… but it feels so good… fuck me harder… make my Gaand (ass) yours…”
Baba thrust rapidly while sucking on Pooja’s breasts. Finally, he poured his thick, hot semen deep inside her Gaand (ass).
Trembling, Pooja said, “Aah… Babaji… your hot semen has filled my Gaand (ass)… aah…”
Exhausted, the two lay down, wrapped in each other’s arms. Resting her head on Baba’s chest, Pooja whispered, “Baba… today you’ve taken my Gaand (ass) too… I belong entirely to you now… but I have to say, the way you fucked my Gaand (ass) today, I don’t think I’ll even be able to use the toilet comfortably.”
“Oh, it’s nothing like that, Rani; in fact, since that hole of yours has stretched, you won’t need to strain, everything will just slide right out…” He continued, squeezing her breasts firmly.
Kissing her forehead, Baba said, “Yes, my Rani… now your Choot (pussy), your Gaand (ass)… they all belong to me.”
“No, Baba, they belong to that huge Lund (cock) of yours,” she smiled.
**********************************************….
For a while, they both lay there just like that. Baba’s Lund (cock) was still inside Pooja’s Gaand (ass), though it was gradually going limp and slipping out. Pooja reached back and felt his Lund (cock) sliding out of her; her fingers were slick with his thick, hot semen. She gathered the sticky ‘prasad’ on her fingers, savoring the sensation.
In a voice filled with a mix of shyness and satisfaction, Pooja whispered, “Babaji… your ‘prasad’… has filled my Gaand (ass)… it’s still warm…”
Baba smiled and planted a kiss on her back.
They lingered like that for a moment. Pooja’s hot, tight Gaand (ass) began to stoke the heat in Baba’s Lund (cock) once more. Instead of going limp, it started to harden again. Sensing this, Pooja said shyly,
“Babaji… it’s getting ready again… looks like we’ll have to prepare for a second round…”
Baba withdrew his Lund (cock) from her Gaand (ass); it came out with a sharp, wet “phuchak” sound. Before Pooja could fully react, Baba turned her over onto her stomach, spread her Choot (pussy) lips with both hands, and slid his Lund (cock) inside her.
Pooja: “Oh God… Babaji… both holes… ahh… don’t leave a single opening… aa… your flute is inside my main gateway… ahh… what a melody you’re playing in that gateway…”
Thrusting deeply into Pooja’s Choot (pussy), Baba said, “My Pooja… my queen… I am the one who will play the flute in your holes…”
Clamping her legs around Baba’s waist and moaning,
Pooja said, “Aahh… Babaji… I have such an… itch… in my Choot (pussy)… now use your knife on my Choot (pussy)… satisfy this itch… please satisfy it…”
Baba laid Pooja down completely, positioned himself over her, and slid his Lund (cock) into her Choot (pussy). At the same time, he inserted a finger into her Gaand (ass).
Pooja: “Aahh… Babaji… make love to this widow… play a fast, intense melody with your flute… satisfy my itch… ahhhh…”
Working both holes simultaneously, Baba said, “Aahh… my queen…”
Digging her nails into Baba’s back and screaming, Pooja cried out, “Ooh… my king… faster… faster… even faster… aahh… deeper… come deeper inside… aahh…”
This act continued for about half an hour…
Increasing his pace, Baba said, “Aahh… oh… Pooja… darling… I’m about to cum…”
Clutching Baba tightly, Pooja said, “Aahh… me too… release… your… offering… right inside…”
Baba: “Aahh…”
Pooja: “Aahh… ah…”
Both climaxed intensely at the same time. Baba poured all his thick semen deep into the very depths of Puja’s Choot (pussy).
Moaning softly, Puja said, “Aah… Babaji… your hot *prasad*… has filled my Choot (pussy)…”
Baba pulled his Lund (cock) out and gazed at Puja with hungry eyes. Puja blushed at the way he was looking at her.
Puja: “What are you looking at, Babaji?”
Caressing her cheek, Baba said,
“I am seeing just how much suppressed desire lay within you… Had I not made love to you, all this youth would have gone to waste… Such beautiful hair you have… and these breasts of yours seem the most beautiful in the world to me… and your fleshy waist, hips, and Gaand (ass)… truly, Puja, you are the very embodiment of desire…”
Puja smiled faintly as she heard her body being praised; her cheeks turned a deep crimson.
Puja: “You recognized my state and fulfilled my deepest need… From this day on, you are my Guru and my God… You may use my body however you wish, whenever you desire…”
As Puja said this, Baba’s mind began racing wildly.
Seeing him lost in deep thought, Puja slid closer and brought him back to the present moment by grasping his Lund (cock) in her hand.
Puja: “What are you thinking about, Babaji?”
Baba: “Um… n… nothing…”
Feeling the touch of her hands, his Lund (cock) began to rise again, surging into a massive erection.
But just then, someone rang the temple bell outside. Baba quickly put on his *dhoti* and said to Puja, “Go inside and wash yourself… I’ll come back soon and give you a taste of heaven all over again…”
Hearing his words, Puja’s breasts tightened with renewed arousal. At the thought of being fucked again, she sprang up and walked naked toward the bathroom. As he went to open the door, Babaji said,
“Who the motherfucker has shown up at this hour? These bhosdike (son of big cunt), the world won’t even let a man fuck in peace.”
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
To be continued………….
Thank you for reading friends.
Looking for your valued comments on this episode.
Your comments may force to do even better in next.
Thank you
Maitri Wishes you JAY BHARAT.
🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat – Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️