Babaji’s past is over now and we will see pooja soon.
The next night, Suraj was secretly watching the entire scene from a corner. His heart was pounding wildly.
Earlier that day, Baba had had Anjali’s room decorated like a bridal chamber, with flower garlands, incense sticks, and soft red lighting. Dressed as a bride in a red sari, heavy jewelry, and makeup, Anjali had entered the room and locked the door from the inside.
Baba lit some incense, laid Anjali down on the bed, lifted her ‘lehenga’ up to her waist, and thrust his thick, erect Lund (cock) straight into her Choot (pussy).
“Aah… Babaji… gently…” Anjali hissed softly.
Baba fucked Anjali vigorously for 10–15 minutes with deep, powerful thrusts. With every thrust, her Choot (pussy) made a wet, slapping sound. Finally, Baba ejaculated his thick semen deep inside her.
Then, Baba whispered into Anjali’s ear, “Make sure you get fucked by your husband at least two hours from now so he doesn’t suspect anything. And here… take this alum water; clean your Choot (pussy) thoroughly with it after a while. He shouldn’t have any doubts. Apply it properly so the swelling in your Choot (pussy) goes down. Understood, my insatiable queen (Chudakkad Rani)?”
“Yes, Babaji, I’ll do exactly as you say. He won’t find out a thing. You can leave without a worry, and take good care of this lovely Lund (cock) of yours; it needs to fill my Choot (pussy) again and again. I’ll make sure the child I bear is yours, even if I have to pass it off as his. Don’t you worry,” she said, adjusting her clothes.
Baba stepped out of the room.
Everyone had dinner together, though Anjali remained in her room. When everyone went to bed, Baba also retired to his own room. Champa, the village headman’s wife, said to her husband, “Listen, dear…”
Headman: “Yes, tell me, Queen Champa.”
Champa: “Baba is doing so much for us and has been staying in our home for days. We ought to serve him too, shouldn’t we?”
Headman: “You’re right. I’ll go and massage his feet right now.”
Champa: “You leave it; you’re tired. I’ll go. After massaging his feet, I’ll just sleep right there on the floor. If he needs anything, I’ll be there to help.”
The headman agreed.
At 11 PM, Champa knocked on the latch of Baba’s room.
Baba: “Who is it?”
Champa: “Babaji, it’s me… Champa.”
Baba opened the door. Champa stepped inside, placed a jug of water down, and latched the door from the inside.
Baba: “Why did you latch the door? What will the headman think?”
Blushing, Champa said, “Don’t worry, Babaji. He is the one who sent me to you.”
Baba understood that Champa had come to satisfy the itch in her Choot (pussy).
He lay down on the cot. His Lund (cock) was already semi-erect beneath his dhoti. Champa began massaging his feet. Slowly, her hand slid upwards and came to rest on Baba’s Lund (cock).
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“Did Anjali fall short in serving you in any way? She was a bit nervous about being with a husband,” Champa said, giving the cock a gentle squeeze. “My ‘Raja’ here didn’t have any trouble fucking Anjali, did this lund (cock)?”
“Oh no, your daughter takes it really well,” I said, pulling my cock out from the dhoti.
As soon as my Lund (cock) emerged, it disappeared straight into Champa’s mouth. A short while later, Champa’s Gaand (ass) was being thoroughly fucked, giving my Lund (cock) plenty of pleasure. When the lovemaking ended, we got dressed.
Champa slid Baba’s dhoti aside, grabbed his Lund (cock), and lay down next to him.
That same night, Anjali’s husband, Suraj, fucked his wife only once or twice, and quite gently at that. Anjali didn’t show much passion either.
In contrast, Baba fucked Champa vigorously all night long. He fully enjoyed her thick Gaand (ass) and heavy breasts. Baba fucked her in various positions—sometimes from above, sometimes from behind, and sometimes with her sitting on his lap. Champa kept screaming, “Babaji… I’m tearing apart… Aah… harder…” and Baba kept fucking her even harder.
This routine continued for three consecutive nights. Every night, Champa would go to Baba’s room and return in the morning, exhausted and with a swollen Choot (pussy). Whenever the village headman approached her, she would turn him away, saying, “This is a house of worship; not right now.”
On the fourth night, as Champa was heading toward Baba’s room, Kajal stopped her.
Kajal: “Maa-ji, let it be for tonight. I’ll serve Babaji today. Are you going to earn all the spiritual merit for yourself? Leave a little for us too, won’t you?”
“I’ve got an itch between my legs too,” Kajal said, gently squeezing her mother-in-law’s breasts.
“What can I do now, dear? Babaji keeps fucking both my Gaand (ass) and my Choot (pussy), and I enjoy serving him. But you’re right too, your holes deserve to have some fun as well. Go on, slip inside quietly and serve Babaji well. Get both your holes filled up. I’ll go in later myself. Your Choot (pussy) is getting loose. It’s a good thing my daughter isn’t here. Go inside and have a good time.” She didn’t exactly like the idea, though.
Champa made a face and went back to her room. When the village headman asked, she told him that the daughter-in-law wanted to serve Baba today, so she had sent her inside.
On that fourth night, Kajal went into Baba’s room, and he fucked her to his heart’s content all night long. He fully savored her tight, virgin Choot (pussy) and her youthful body. Baba first prepared her by licking her Choot (pussy), then tore into her by thrusting his Lund (cock) inside, and finally, he ejaculated into her mouth.
All night long, Kajal kept moaning, “Babaji… slower… ahhh… harder…” while I kept fucking her. I kept her naked the entire night, fucking whichever hole I pleased whenever I wanted. She, in turn, let herself be fucked in those holes without any hesitation. In the morning, she too walked out limping; her mother-in-law saw this and smiled.
“You served him well, didn’t you, daughter-in-law?” the mother-in-law said, giving her daughter-in-law’s Gaand (ass) a playful slap. Smiling softly at each other and patting one another’s buttocks, the two women, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, headed toward the kitchen.
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As morning broke, Suraj gathered the entire household. The village headman Gajraj, Champa, Anjali, and Kajal, everyone was summoned to the hall. Suraj’s face was flushed red, his eyes blazed with fury, and his hands trembled.
Once everyone had assembled, Suraj laid bare, in graphic detail, everything he had secretly witnessed over the past four days. Baba’s vigorous fucking of Anjali, the pounding of Champa’s thick Gaand (ass), the all-night screwing of Kajal, he recounted every obscene scene without a shred of shame or a word left unsaid.
Upon hearing this, Headman Gajraj leapt from his chair.
“Suraj, what the fuck are you saying? (kyaa maa chodate ho)” His face turned crimson with rage, veins bulging and eyes bloodshot. Trembling, he rose and advanced toward Baba.
“You bastard (kamine thag)! You low-life conman! You motherfucker, was this whole charade just a setup to fuck other men’s wives and daughters? The puja? The spirit? The divine intervention? It was all a lie! You didn’t even spare my daughter, my wife, or my daughter-in-law! You scumbag, you’ve utterly destroyed our family’s honor!” He was seething with rage; his limbs shook, and he looked ready to pounce on Baba at any moment.
Baba tried to speak, but the headman cut him off and delivered a resounding slap across his face.
“Shut up! You cunt-born bastard, utter one more word and I’ll cut out your tongue! And I’ll fuck your Gaand (ass) while I’m at it.”
The headman knew that if this news spread through the village, his reputation would be ruined. So, he immediately devised a ruse. He accused Baba of theft.
“He stole gold and silver jewelry and cash from our home! He’s nothing but a massive conman and a fraud!” He immediately summoned the villagers. Baba was dragged to the village square. A crowd gathered. The village headman shouted dramatically,
“Look, brothers! This man isn’t a holy man; he’s a major con artist and a rapist! He tried to exploit the women of our households under the guise of worship and even committed theft!”
Coming from the headman-a man held in high esteem by everyone in the village-these words incited immediate fury among the villagers. They acted impulsively, without a second thought or any attempt at rational reflection. How could such a mob be restrained?
“Beat the bastard! Kill the motherfucker!”
“You low-life con artist, you sister-fucker!”
“You wolfish scumbag, preying on women!”
“Strip him naked and thrash him!”
Seizing whatever weapons came to hand, sticks, shoes, and fists, the crowd surged toward Baba, raining blows upon him. He was knocked to the ground. His clothes were torn, his body bore bloody welts, and his face swelled up. Women hurled abuse while children pelted him with stones; bruises and injuries began to cover his entire body.
Finally, after beating him mercilessly, the villagers dragged him to the edge of the village and shoved him out.
“Get out of here, you scumbag! Don’t you ever show your face in this village again! And if you do, know this: we’ll shove sticks right up your ass.”
Limping and battered, wearing a torn dhoti, Baba left the village. His face was swollen, and blood dripped from his lip.
After he had gone some distance, he encountered Rajni and Geeta on the path. Geeta’s husband was with them, too. As soon as they saw him, all three bowed respectfully.
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With tears welling up in her eyes, Geeta said, “Babaji… we know you didn’t want to utter Guruji’s name, and that is why you were beaten so severely and left in this condition.”
I smiled and said softly, “Yes, daughter… I would rather die than utter Guruji’s name. To me, Guruji is God. But who would believe that?”
Geeta’s husband stepped forward and said,
“Babaji, if you wish, you may come to our home. These two women will always be ready to serve you. I know it is our duty and obligation to honor Guruji. Geeta has told me everything, and I have no objection to it. Whenever Guruji enters you, Geeta will, just as before, fully conscious and with all her orifices, be ready to serve Him. Tell Guruji not to worry about me; He can come whenever He likes to partake of the mother and daughter, enjoy Himself, and find His own release. I have complete faith in you and Guruji, Babaji.”
I said softly, “Son, it is difficult to stay in this village now. I do not live where there is no honor or respect. But if time permits and Guruji wills it, I will certainly avail myself of the services of Geeta and Rajni. You may not know this, but both these women are among Guruji’s favorite disciples. If the time and opportunity arise, and Guruji commands it, I will surely accept your offer of service. And yes, it speaks to your greatness that you are gifting the pleasure of fucking your wife’s and daughter’s orifices to Guruji. But time is against me now, and it would be best for me to leave. Otherwise, these people won’t let you live in peace either; they’ll stir up unnecessary suspicion. But before I go, let me say this: when Guruji entered me, he told me that when the time came, he would sow his seed in Geeta’s womb and bring it to fruition.”
Saying this, I grasped Geeta by the waist, pulled her close, and said, “Daughter, you are mine. Don’t worry… I will come back. And I will certainly make you a mother.”
Hearing this, Geeta’s husband said,
“Babaji, Guruji can plant his seed in my wife’s womb whenever he wishes, and grant her the privilege of conceiving his child. If Guruji impregnates my wife, who could be more fortunate than me! Please tell him he can come whenever he likes, without worrying about me, for both mother and daughter are capable and ready to satisfy his holy and magnificent member. My presence doesn’t matter. I have given them permission to serve Guruji and offer their bodies to fulfill his desires exactly as he wishes. So, let it happen right in front of me, for all I care.”
Geeta’s eyes welled up with tears. One of her hands instinctively moved to her belly, as if to say she was ready to nurture Guruji’s seed. Her husband watched in silence; his eyes held deep faith in Babaji. Rajni stood there for a moment, then glanced at her father, who signaled his approval with a look. She stepped forward, embraced me, and began to weep.
“Babaji, if you wish, I am ready to leave my home to serve you. And whenever Guruji desires, I will always be ready to offer the pleasures of my body. If Guruji wants, he can even impregnate me with his seed. I have no worldly worries now, for my parents’ consent is enough for me, Babaji. I can bear Guruji’s children.”
I embraced her and said,
“Daughter, this world is new to you. You must marry and build a home of your own. You belong to another, and you must fulfill that duty. Your father is a noble man; he has offered both you and your mother to Guruji as an offering. Where else would I find a man better than him? Go home. If Guruji wills it, I shall return to fuck both mother and daughter.”
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Tears welled up in Rajni’s father’s eyes as well. Placing his hand over mine, he said:
“Baapji, who could possibly refuse a wish expressed by you or Guruji? Rest assured regarding my stance. Whenever you feel the need to sanctify our home with your presence, please come without hesitation. We will fulfill your every wish, recognizing it as our duty, Baapji. Rajni has also shown her readiness to cherish the semen, that sacred ‘prasad’ from your body, and bear the child. Even if Guruji were to object, I would take full responsibility for ensuring the child is brought into the world. As for Geeta, she is my wife in name only, and will remain so only until your return; once you come back, I will willingly offer her to you.”
Witnessing such faith moved me to tears. I reflected on the kind of person I was, and how much these people were willing to sacrifice for me. For a moment, I considered that instead of looking elsewhere, I should simply accept this opportunity that had come my way and spend the rest of my life with them. Placing my hand on the cleft of Geeta’s buttocks, I said:
“Geeta, you are fortunate, and your husband is a truly noble man. Let me leave now; if I stay any longer, the scent of your body will hold me back.”
Rajni was delighted to hear this and said:
“Babaji, that is exactly what we want too, for you to come home with us so we can all continue serving Guruji together. Mother and I will both remain naked in the house at your pleasure, even if Papa is sitting right there in front of me.”
Rajni’s father also nodded in agreement, his eyes conveying his assent as he said:
“Yes, Baapji, I have already told you that the bodies of both Rajni and Geeta belong to you now, and you may use them however you please. I feel no shame or hesitation anymore about why Rajni walks around naked in front of me, or how often Guruji fucks Geeta in the room. Everything in this house will happen according to Guruji’s will; whatever you say, shall be done. just own my wife and daughter’s all holes according to your wishes.Never matter how their holes tearing a part either in front of me or at any place where Guruji desires.”
This went on for a while; I fondled Geeta’s breasts and slipped my hand inside Rajni’s blouse to caress and squeeze her pussy, while Geeta’s husband stood watching it all with his hands folded. After spending some time caressing the pussies and asses of both mother and daughter, I stood up and said:
“Your love is truly beautiful. But I have much more to do. If I were to stay here, I would remain lost in the depths of this mother and daughter’s bodies, and many other unfortunate women would be deprived of my healing touch, something Guruji would certainly not approve of. I will return someday, but for now, let me go, my lovers.”
Tears welled up in the eyes of all three, and I walked away.
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After walking a short distance, I stopped, turned around, and smiled to myself.
“I need people like you, Geeta… if not here, then somewhere else. As long as people like you are around, my Lund (cock) won’t have any trouble.”
But the moment Baba recalled that thrashing, a bitter look crossed his face. Along with the physical pain, memories of the past came flooding back.
He resolved, “Whatever I do, I’ll do it carefully. I’m not ready to get beaten up again.”
“Come on… I finished my business in one village… now let’s find another village and some Choot (pussy).”
But as soon as the memory of that beating returned, he snapped out of his reverie.
He decided that whatever he did, he had to do it thoughtfully. He wouldn’t get Pooja so easily; he would have to proceed with patience. He needed to exercise restraint and let things unfold according to Pooja’s wishes.
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