This is story and it is about the relationship between a girl and a Baba (Poojari, Baba)
At 8 a.m., the head of the house left. Champa came into the room with a tray of tea and woke the two girls.
“Get up, daughter… I’ve brought tea for Babaji.”
Kajal and Anjali got up rubbing their eyes. The fatigue and the aftermath of last night’s sex were still clearly visible on both their faces.
Champa handed me a cup of tea and asked, “Babaji, did you sleep well last night? If you need anything, let me know.”
Taking a sip of tea, I said, “I’ve had a good rest… but now I have to prepare for the puja. Today, Anjali’s puja will be held first, which will last until 12 noon. Anjali’s mother will also have to attend this puja.”
Champa nodded, “Yes, Babaji… as you wish.”
Kajal asked shyly, “What should I do, Babaji?”
I looked at Kajal and said, “You stay downstairs. I’ll call you when I need you.”
Kajal bowed her head after saying “yes.” But she remained standing there, so I spoke again.
I said, “Both of you go and take a bath. Today, Anjali’s puja will be performed first, which will last until 12 o’clock. Anjali’s mother will be present during this puja. Kajal, you stay downstairs. We’ll call you when needed.” And she disappeared.
Now, only Anjali, Champa, and I were left in the room. The puja preparations were about to begin…
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The puja began at 9 o’clock. Anjali and Champa were both sitting on the floor in front of me. The room was filled with the faint scent of incense, and a faint sunlight streamed in from the upper window.
After chanting mantras for a while, I looked at Champa and said in a serious tone, “Champa, do you know that your daughter’s womb has dried up?”
Champa bowed her head and slowly nodded “yes.” There was both worry and shame in her eyes.
I continued, “There is only one way to make her pregnant… if you are willing?”
Champa asked in a trembling voice, “What is that, Babaji?”
I looked at them both coldly and said, “We will join your womb to hers using mantras. But for this, you both have to remove your clothes and sit down. No one will stop you. Think about it. It’s a little difficult, but there’s no other way. There’s no hurry, but whatever you do, you have to do it with full dedication. If there are any problems, it may cause trouble later.”
Champa looked at her daughter Anjali for a moment, then bowed her head and said, “For my daughter’s happiness, Babaji, I am ready. If doing this will make my daughter’s womb viable, I will do anything. You can join her womb to mine, Babaji. I have no objection.”
The mother and daughter looked at each other and then, without saying anything, took off all their clothes.
Now, in front of me was the massive, plump, and mature body of 45-year-old Champa. Her breasts were large, heavy, and slightly sloping, with a thick waist and a very prominent buttocks. Meanwhile, 22-23-year-old Anjali had a youthful, well-built, and dark body – her breasts were swaying upwards, her waist was slim, and her butt was plump.
Both were sitting completely naked in front of me.
First, I picked up a bowl of Ganga water and gently washed their pussies. As the cold water touched their hot pussies, they both shivered slightly.
Then, I made a thick paste of vermillion and honey. I applied the paste to my fingers, first inserting it into Champa’s vagina. Champa was restless, her thighs trembling, but she endured it silently.
“Ahh…” Champa moaned softly as my fingers entered her.
Then I applied the same ointment to Anjali’s Choot (pussy). Anjali’s Choot (pussy) was still slightly swollen from last night’s sex. Champa’s peek-a-boo eyes couldn’t hide her swollen Choot (pussy), but she didn’t pay much attention to it.
“Babaji… slowly…” Anjali said shyly.
“Daughter, you’ll have to endure it now,” I said without pause.
Champa grabbed her daughter’s hand and began to support her. She felt as if this was her first time with her daughter.
But I didn’t stop.
Then I poured ghee into a spoon, heated it over the fire, and placed it on Champa’s Choot (pussy).
“Oh my God!!! It’s burned… Babaji… it’s so hot!!!” Champa screamed loudly. Her whole body ached.
“Bear with it, Champa… you’ll have to endure a little. It’s Guruji’s ritual.”
I gently pressed the spoonful of hot ghee into her choot (vagina) 2-3 times. Champa would scream and writhe each time.
Then I took a long Kalava. I applied ghee to my finger, inserted it into Champa’s vagina, and then inserted one end of the Kalava inside. I inserted the other end into Anjali’s vagina. The Kalava was quite long (10-12 meters).
I said, “The Kalava needs to reach the womb, but the finger only goes 3 inches. Now there’s only one thing that can take it to the womb… if you say so?”
Champa said with shame and anxiety, “Do it, Babaji… do whatever you want. I’ll endure anything for my daughter.”
I moved forward and placed my thick, erect Lund (penis) on Champa’s vagina and slowly began moving it in and out. With each push, the Kalava was sliding deeper.
“Ahhhh… Babaji… your Lund (penis)… is so thick… my Choot (pussy) is tearing…” Champa was moaning.
Anjali kept saying, “It hasn’t reached yet, Baba… please go in further…” She spread her mother’s Choot (pussy) lips a little and said, “Yes, now it’s probably okay. Your instrument can go in deeper properly, Babaji.”
I understood that Anjali was deliberately trying to enjoy the full pleasure of sex.
I pushed the Lund (penis) deeper and began thrusting harder. Anjali’s moans echoed in the room – “Ahh… Baba… uff… slowly… but deeper… yes… like this…”
After a while, I said in a guru-like voice, “Anjali, has the Lund (penis) reached the womb now? Just look.”
Anjali spread her mother’s choot (vagina) a little and said in a reluctant and sensual voice, “Yes, Babaji… I think it’s reached now…”
“Mom, how do you feel, is Babaji’s Lund (cock) fully inside you?”
“Ah…ah…h…l…g…so…it’s been like that, daughter. But it’s hurting a lot, Babaji, please dig it in slowly… I’m enjoying it a little.” Champa spread her legs a little wider to give the Lund (penis) space.
I commanded in a heavy, guru-like voice,
“Now we’ll chant some mantras. Until then, both of you lie down on the floor, clinging to each other.”
Champa and Anjali, naked, lay close to each other. Anjali’s full breasts were completely pressed against her mother Champa’s. Their vaginas were rubbing against each other, and their fluids were flowing onto each other.
While reciting mantras, I began applying ghee and sandalwood paste to both their pussies. Then, I showed them the sun and began chanting mantras.
After a while, I took some honey and began gently spreading it on both their pussies. Then, I turned Anjali over, and Champa was on top of her.
Seeing Champa’s thick, heavy Gaand (ass), my Lund (cock) is throbbed and I felt more desire. I created a new drama and said to Champa, “Now I will pour Ganga water onto your stomach, so that the juices from your womb will make Anjali’s womb lush.”
Champa nodded in agreement.
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I applied some Gangajal to my finger and thrust it forcefully, without hesitation, into the hole of Champa’s thick, tight Gaand (ass).
“Oh God! I’m dying! My Gaand (ass) is tearing apart!”
Champa screamed loudly. Her heavy body writhed in pain. Her eyes widened, and a pained groan escaped her lips.
Her daughter-in-law, Kajal, heard the screams and rushed upstairs. She witnessed the naked, sordid scene, her mother-in-law Champa and sister-in-law Anjali lying naked, with Baba’s finger buried deep in Champa’s Gaand (ass), and her face flushed red. She stood frozen, unable to move or speak; her breathing quickened and her eyes went wide. Witnessing the scene stirred a sensation in her own rear, and she instinctively moved a hand behind her back to caress her own buttocks.
I looked at Kajal and beckoned her over, “Come here… sit down, daughter.”
Caught between shame and arousal, Kajal slowly sat down.
As she sat, a mixture of bashfulness and excitement was clearly visible on her face and in her eyes. How could mother and daughter be brought so close together? It had to be some sort of magic worked by Babaji.
Then, I applied Gangajal to my Lund (cock) and, with a single, powerful, primal thrust, drove the entire nine-and-a-half-inch-long, thick member deep into Champa’s heavy Gaand (ass).
“Aaaah! Oh… it’s tearing! My Gaand (ass) is tearing apart, Babaji!”
Champa groaned loudly. The pressure of my Lund (cock) stretched the opening of her heavy Gaand (ass) even wider. I immediately started fucking her hard, harder and harder, driving deep inside… With every thrust, Champa teased me, urging me to fuck her Gaand (ass) with gusto. Her buttocks bounced rhythmically with every stroke; her Gaand (ass) was trembling. Her hole stretched wide, swallowing my Lund (cock) whole.
Watching this, Kajal was already aroused. She had prepped her own Gaand (ass) and was ready to take it too; she had lubricated her rear by smearing juices from her Choot (pussy) onto it. Her breathing quickened, and her Choot (pussy) began to get wet. I signaled her, and Kajal quickly stripped off all her clothes. Now, she too was completely naked.
I fucked Champa’s Gaand (ass) hard for fifteen minutes. Then, I lifted Anjali up and fucked her Gaand (ass) vigorously as well. Anjali cried out, caught between sensations of pain and pleasure, while moving her hips. Anjali’s Gaand (ass) was firmer and tighter than Champa’s, but my Lund (cock) was more than a match for it. The fortress of her Gaand (ass) crumbled under the assault, becoming as yielding as a Choot (pussy).
When I grew tired, I asked the three of them to close their eyes and chant mantras. I washed my Lund (cock) with Gangajal and thrust it straight into Kajal’s mouth. She began sucking it with great affection and devotion, while the other two women played with my balls below. In a situation like that, what Lund (cock) could possibly hold out? A short while later, I ejaculated into Kajal’s mouth. She swallowed it with her eyes closed, as if she were chewing on chocolate.
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After that, I began pressing firmly against Kajal’s aroused body and, turning around, started licking her Choot (pussy). My tongue moved in and out of her. The room was filled with the sounds of lust and wet licking. The other two women joined in as well, and the atmosphere became purely sexual.
Then, I positioned my Lund (cock) against Kajal’s Choot (pussy) and slowly began to fill her emptiness. Kajal was fully aroused and ready. I fucked her hard, thrusting vigorously and however I pleased. Kajal matched my intensity, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. All inhibitions were gone.
Finally, Kajal made me lie down; she climbed on top, straddled my Lund (cock), and began bouncing up and down to fuck herself with it. This went on for an hour. In the end, I filled Kajal’s Choot (pussy) with my cum. All three of them looked incredibly happy and satisfied. Even after the act, they kept playing with my Lund (cock), sometimes sucking up the mixture of my semen and their juices, other times taking my entire Lund (cock) into their mouths to suck and lick it. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves. No one spoke; the activity simply continued while I lay on the bed, watching the scene. My Lund (cock) had no energy left for another round of fucking.
Over the next seven days, I fucked Kajal, Anjali, and Champa in various ways, sometimes mother and daughter together, sometimes anal, sometimes oral, and sometimes all three at once. At times, I fucked them while they were naked and licking each other’s pussies. There were no time limits; whenever my Lund (cock) got hard, the three of them were ready to relieve that tension, and they did. On the seventh day, when the village headman returned with water from seven rivers, I bathed Anjali in it and told the headman to summon her husband, Suraj.
Suraj arrived the next day.
Upon seeing him, I spoke gravely, “Suraj, if you follow the method I prescribe now, you will certainly become a father.”
It seemed Suraj did not believe in such things. However, he agreed after his in-laws and other family members insisted.
I said, “For the next four days, Anjali will dress up like a bride every day. We will light incense sticks and chant mantras in the room. When I step out, you will go inside and consummate the marriage with her in your own way. This will continue for four days.”
Suraj said, “Alright,” but deep down, he harbored serious doubts. He had already made a decision in his mind…
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Suraj had agreed, saying “Okay”, but a fire was smoldering deep within him.
He couldn’t sleep whole night. The same scene kept playing over and over in his mind: Anjali dressed like a bride, the closed door, Baba staying inside for hours, and then, when Baba emerged, Anjali’s flushed face, her rapid breathing, a strange, intoxicated look in her eyes, and the sheen of sweat on her body.
Suraj wondered to himself, “Four days of wedding-night-style intimacy? Is all this even possible? Is such extensive worship really necessary? Does the Almighty truly inhabit Baba’s body? Or… is this all just a ruse? What kind of bullshit (chutiyapa)) is this? Fuck (Bahanchod)… I don’t understand any of it.”
As time passed, his suspicions grew day by day.
On the first day, when Anjali entered the room dressed as a bride, Suraj stood outside. He noticed a strange glow on her face, mingled with shyness. When Baba went in and the door closed, Suraj’s heart began to pound.
He thought to himself,
“My wife… my Anjali… whom I’ve never even touched… is going to be alone with this Baba for four days? Will they really just be chanting mantras? Or… will Baba be thrusting his Lund (cock) into her Choot (pussy)?
Will Anjali be screaming? Will she be lifting her ass while getting fucked?”
On the first day, Babaji came out and gestured for him to go inside. Suraj went in and saw his wife sitting there, all decked up. But his mental state wouldn’t let him do anything; he sat for a while and then walked out.
The next day, Suraj secretly pressed his ear against the door. Faint moans and sounds drifted out, “Aah… Babaji…” and phrases like “Gently… it’s tearing…”
Suraj’s blood boiled, but he managed to restrain himself. Suspecting such people was akin to inviting trouble for oneself.
On the third day, when Baba emerged from the room, Anjali’s face was flushed red, her lips were swollen, her saree was disheveled, and she walked with her thighs pressed tightly together. Suraj clearly noticed her unsteady gait, as if she had been fucked vigorously all night long.
Suraj could no longer bear it.
That night, when Anjali came to bed, Suraj asked her, “Anjali… tell me the truth… what happens inside?
Does Baba only chant mantras, or… something else too?”
Anjali lowered her eyes shyly and said, “Suraj… Guruji comes… he purifies our bodies. You wouldn’t understand.”
Suraj’s anger and suspicion both intensified. He made a firm resolve in his mind,
“On the fourth day, I’ll see for myself. Come what may, I’ll barge into that room and see what’s happening to my wife. If Baba is fucking her… then I… I…”
Fire burned in Suraj’s eyes. He quietly kept a small knife with him and waited for the fourth day.
Meanwhile, Baba had sensed Suraj’s suspicion, but he smiled to himself, thinking, “Let’s see… what this bastard (Bhos mari ka) boy does. If he intrudes on the fucking ritual… we’ll just include him too… or else… there are always mantras and occult rituals; so what if he doesn’t agree! Everyone else here is terrified of me, and whatever I say goes in this house. All the women here belong to me now, meaning they’ll do anything I command. Mother, daughter, and daughter-in-law, they are all slaves to this Lund (cock) of mine. And as for the head of the family (Mukhiya), that fool understands nothing; he hangs on my every word and quietly does exactly what I want.”
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