The inauguration of Mayuri. Mayuri, too, will partake in the pleasure of fucking through illicit sexual encounters.
It was nine o’clock at night.
Having finished his prayers and the ashram’s daily chores, Babaji had just reached his room when there was a soft knock on the back door. He smiled, realizing it must be Gopal.
As he opened the door, Gopal slipped inside. His vegetable cart was parked right outside. He was carrying a bottle of liquor and a paper packet of salty snacks.
The two sat down inside. Gopal quietly poured drinks into two glasses. First, second, third… they kept drinking.
As always, after two drinks, Gopal’s tongue loosened. Today, he was more intoxicated than usual and was rambling.
“Babaji… you are so happy. You live alone; there’s no one to question you. You’re free from the shackles of family life. And look at me… I have a wife, but I get no pleasure from her. That bitch won’t even let me get close. She says, ‘Our daughter is grown up now; don’t come home drunk-it doesn’t look good anymore.'”
Gopal took another swig and said in a sharp, bitter tone,
“You know, Babaji… when a man comes home after working hard all day, he craves only two things: liquor and his wife’s cunt. But here, the bitch denies me both. You tell me, Babaji… what am I supposed to do?”
Babaji continued to sip his drink in silence. There was a deep glint in his eyes; he was relishing every one of Gopal’s complaints.
When Gopal paused for a moment, Babaji spoke softly, “I can understand, Gopal… how much it must hurt when Mayuri Bhabhi denies you her cu…”
Babaji stopped right after saying the word “cunt.” He paused deliberately and looked at Gopal’s face.
Swaying in his intoxication, Gopal said, “Yes… cunt… go ahead and say it. These days, one hardly ever gets to hear that word.” Babaji set down his glass, leaned forward slightly, and said in a serious tone, “Gopal… Mayuri is a good woman. But she is a woman, after all. She, too, needs love, attention, and yes… physical intimacy. Perhaps you aren’t giving her what she needs.”
Gopal asked in a dejected voice, “So, what should I do now, Babaji?”
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Gopal had turned even redder from the alcohol. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy.
“Yes, Babaji… the bitch makes such a fuss about putting out. You’ve seen her body, haven’t you? So full, so voluptuous. She has such huge tits… uff… I’m dying to suck on them, Babaji. Even when she lies next to me at night, she turns away. I feel like grabbing her and fucking her by force… but I’m afraid someone might hear. After all, my daughter is in the house.”
Gopal rambled on while Babaji listened silently. His eyes were closed, but the image of Mayuri’s naked, fleshy body was swirling in his mind. His cock began to throb again beneath his dhoti, thick, heavy, and hard.
Babaji smiled faintly and said,
“Listen, Gopal… I have an idea. If you can follow through with it, your wife will go back to how she used to be, she’ll crave you, love you, and perhaps… give you everything you desire.”
Gopal’s eyes lit up. The intoxication vanished in an instant. He leaned forward and sat at Babaji’s feet, his hands folded in supplication.
“Babaji… if you can perform such a miracle, I will remain your slave for the rest of my life. Tell me… what must I do? I am ready to do anything.”
Babaji wore a triumphant smile inwardly; his prey was now completely ensnared. He slowly began to outline his plan, using cunning words, the guise of religion, and playing upon male desire.
Gopal listened intently, occasionally nodding or saying, “Yes, Babaji.” Once Gopal left, Babaji lay down and, marveling at his good fortune, fell into a deep sleep.
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The next afternoon.
The sun was at its peak. After finishing his morning chores, Babaji was waiting for Mayuri in his room. He had set aside some money from the fund and placed it in an envelope, to serve as a weapon.
Mayuri arrived at exactly 11 o’clock.
She was wearing a simple, light-colored sari, yet her voluptuous figure seemed to defy the very fabric covering it. Her heavy bosom, broad waist, and ample hips swayed with every step, a truly intoxicating sight.
Smiling, Babaji said, “Come inside, Mayuri… into the back room.”
Mayuri followed him without hesitation; she knew that such delicate matters could not be discussed openly.
Upon entering the room, Babaji sat cross-legged on the diwan (small Bed). Mayuri sat cross-legged on the carpet before him, her hands folded in respect. The pallu (part of saree which covers front side) of her sari had slipped slightly, revealing half of her bosom, which was encased in a low-cut blouse.
Babaji first extended the envelope toward her.
“Here, Mayuri… for Richa’s education. Take whatever amount you need.”
Mayuri’s eyes welled up with tears. She accepted the money with folded hands and immediately tucked it inside her blouse, right between her breasts. Babaji’s gaze plunged into the depths of her cleavage, filled with raw desire.
“Thank you, Babaji… I will never forget this favor. I promise, I will return all this money to the fund very soon.”
Babaji smiled and said,
“There is no rush, daughter. All I want is to ensure there are no obstacles in Richa’s education.”
There was a moment of silence.
Then, Mayuri asked hesitantly, in a soft, shy voice,
“And… Babaji… what you were talking about yesterday… regarding us… what… what exactly were you saying?”
Babaji smiled inwardly. After a long wait, the prey had finally stepped right into the trap. Leaning forward slowly, he spoke in a deep, honeyed voice, “Mayuri, Gopal is deeply troubled. He loves you, but he says you no longer let him get close to you. He complains that you reject his desires… especially… his physical desires.”
Mayuri’s face flushed red with a mix of shame and anger. She lowered her gaze.
Babaji continued in a gentle tone, “I understand… a woman suffers, too, when her body remains unfulfilled. Gopal has his shortcomings, but perhaps there are things you, too, are unable to express openly. If you wish… I can listen to what is in your heart. There is nothing to fear. It is just the two of us here… and God.”
Babaji’s gaze was now wandering over Mayuri’s bosom, waist, and lap. A heady scent of arousal and danger began to permeate the air.
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Babaji took a slow breath and adopted a tone that was grave yet gentle.
“Look, Mayuri… strictly speaking, I have no right to interfere in anyone’s married life. But I consider Gopal a friend. And he, regarding me as a friend too, shares all his troubles without hesitation. Take last night, for instance… he came to me weeping, saying you wouldn’t even let him touch your body. He hasn’t even shared a single kiss with you in the past month.”
Mayuri burned with shame. Her face, neck, and even her ears turned crimson. Hearing such private, intimate details spoken by Babaji made her wish the earth would swallow her whole. She lowered her gaze, her fingers fumbling with the pallu of her sari.
Babaji continued, his voice softening further: “Look, daughter… say what you will, he is your husband. Physical intimacy plays a crucial role in keeping a marriage strong. Every man desires complete mental and physical satisfaction from his wife. If you deny him this, his mind might wander. He might start looking for physical pleasure elsewhere… with someone else. And that could prove disastrous for your entire family.”
Mayuri listened in silence for a long time. A storm was raging within her. Finally, she spoke up, her voice breaking:
“Babaji… you’ve only listened to his side of the story and branded me the guilty one…”
Babaji said in a gentle tone, “Then tell me… what is the problem? Why do you behave this way with Gopal? Mayuri, consider me a friend too. Tell me everything openly. This will remain strictly between us. Surely, you can trust me that much… after all, it’s just you, me, and the Almighty here.” As he spoke, Babaji leaned forward and placed his right hand on Mayuri’s bare, fleshy shoulder. The touch was light yet substantial. He began to gently stroke the soft, warm skin of her shoulder with his fingers—as if offering reassurance, though in reality, he was savoring the feel of her body.
Mayuri lifted her face. There were tears in her eyes; moisture glistened on her lashes.
“Babaji… ever since he became addicted to alcohol, he loses all self-control. He told you that I haven’t let him come near me for a month… but he didn’t tell you what he did to make me do that.”
Babaji said in a soothing tone, “No… I don’t know. Tell me the whole story.”
Mayuri took a deep breath. Shame choked her throat, yet she spoke:
“Babaji… I feel so ashamed saying this… but since it has come to this, I won’t hide anything from you. It’s not that I don’t desire these things; in fact, I crave them even more than he does. In the past, when we made love, I used to try to please him in every way possible. I would do whatever he wanted. He used to say—‘Do it like they do in English movies’…”
Babaji interrupted, a glint in his eyes:
“In English movies… what do you mean?”
Mayuri shrank further in embarrassment. Her voice was now barely audible. She lowered her gaze and whispered:
“He… he often… you know how English movies air on TV at night… the ones where… where a woman is shown… taking a man’s Lund (cock)… into her mouth and sucking it.”
She stopped mid-sentence. A flush spread across her cheeks. Her breathing had quickened.
Babaji’s fingers were still moving gently over her shoulder. He deliberately deepened the touch, sliding his hand toward her neck. His voice held a deep, lustful sympathy:
“So… Gopal wanted you to do all those things?”
Mayuri simply nodded.
Babaji asked softly, “And you… didn’t?”
Mayuri replied in a trembling voice, “Sometimes I did. But when he came home drunk, he would become very dangerous. He would force himself on me… very roughly and ruthlessly… it used to hurt. That night, he tried to force it into my mouth… and when I refused, he got angry. Ever since that day, I’ve kept him at a distance.”
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Outwardly, Babaji wore a look of sympathy, but deep down, he was relishing the situation. He was asking her all this just for the thrill of it; otherwise, the bastard (Kamina) knew perfectly well that the cable guy aired blue films at night; films that had made him ejaculate countless times. It was Gopal himself who had told him that, after watching such films, he had even made Mayuri suck his Lund (cock); in fact, it was only after watching those movies that he learned anal sex was even a thing, before that, he had thought the Lund (cock) only went into the pussy. Ever since Gopal had seen an anal sex scene in a blue film, he had been pestering Mayuri to let him fuck her in the Gaand (ass), but she had always refused.
Babaji had jerked off many times watching blue films on cable himself. But hearing Mayuri speak about it now made his Lund (cock) go fully hard.
Mayuri continued in a trembling voice:
“One night last month… when he came home drunk, he… he called Richa into his room. I was in the kitchen. When Richa didn’t return for a long time, I went to the room, worried, and the sight that met my eyes left me utterly shocked.”
Mayuri’s voice choked with emotion.
“He was holding Richa pressed against his chest… and was forcibly kissing her. On her cheeks, her neck… Babaji… she is my daughter. Only eighteen years old.”
Babaji got goosebumps, but for a different reason. Hearing all this gave him goosebumps… Gopal had never mentioned this part… That motherfucker (madarchod), the bastard (Kamina), the scoundrel. A twisted fantasy instantly flashed through his mind, imagining how Gopal must have sucked the delicate, rose-petal lips of his young daughter. His Lund (cock) surged violently beneath his dhoti.
Wiping away her tears, Mayuri spoke:
“I managed to rescue Richa from his clutches with great difficulty. The poor girl was terrified and trembling; she ran straight to her room. I cursed him roundly, but he was dead drunk, it had no effect. That very day, I decided that until he apologizes and gives up alcohol, my body is off-limits to him.”
Mayuri bowed her head. “Babaji… at one point, I felt like getting a divorce. But we are poor. How would I make ends meet after a divorce? Besides, I’m past the age where I could find another life partner. So, I suppress my feelings and endure his complaints every day.”
A dark glint appeared in Babaji’s eyes. While he feigned sympathy for Mayuri’s suffering, deep down, he was fantasizing about Richa’s tender body and pink lips.
After a moment, he spoke in a grave tone:
“What Gopal did is utterly shameful and sinful. However, it is possible that such twisted thoughts entered his mind after being repeatedly rejected by you. Try to reason with him gently; attempt to get him to quit drinking. As for Richa, don’t you worry? I will make Gopal understand that harboring such thoughts about his own daughter is a grave sin.”
Then, pausing for a moment to advance his scheme, he added:
“You just focus on her education. Educate her as much as possible. If you wish, you could even arrange for private tuition for her.” Mayuri said in a dejected tone, “But Babaji… I don’t have enough money right now to arrange for private tuition.”
A triumphant smile played in Babaji’s eyes. He spoke in a soft yet firm voice:
“Do one thing… send Richa to me every day at 2 PM. I will teach her myself, Sanskrit, English, Mathematics, whatever is needed. Free of charge. It will all take place right here in the ashram.”
Mayuri looked at him in astonishment, “With you… I mean…?”
Babaji smiled and said, “Yes, daughter. I will personally oversee her studies. Don’t worry. She will be safe with me.”
Before Mayuri could say anything, Babaji slid his hand from her shoulder to her neck and began to stroke it gently, saying:
“Have faith, Mayuri… I only wish the best for your family.”
Silence descended upon the room. Mayuri’s mind was a swirl of doubt, gratitude, and fear, while Babaji had finalized his plan to ensnare two victims, mother and daughter, at once.
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Babaji smiled and said,
“Wait, hear me out fully, Mayuri. You know Sharma-ji’s widowed daughter, Pooja, who lives in our neighborhood? She often comes here to pass her spare time. I’ve suggested to her several times that she should tutor the neighborhood children, but the poor soul’s house is so small that people hesitate to go there. That’s why she comes here every afternoon. Richa could come and study here too. I am certain Pooja won’t charge Richa anything. It will keep her occupied, and once she gains some confidence, she might start teaching other children as well.”
Babaji had tried his absolute best. Mayuri breathed a sigh of relief and happily agreed to his suggestion.
“Babaji… to me, you are the very embodiment of God. All my worries have vanished now.”
Babaji smiled gently and said,
“All your worries will truly vanish only when the love and devotion that once existed between you and Gopal return. And if you truly desire it… everything can go back to the way it was.”
Mayuri listened silently. She could not refuse him now. Babaji had paid Richa’s fees and arranged for her tuition, the weight of gratitude she felt towards him was growing.
She asked shyly,
“Tell me, Babaji… what should I do… so that everything between us becomes the way it used to be?”
A deep glint appeared in Babaji’s eyes. He asked a direct question:
“First, tell me, what do you enjoy most when it comes to physical intimacy?”
Mayuri’s jaw dropped. A deep flush spread across her cheeks. She stared at Babaji, utterly speechless. Babaji spoke in a gentle yet confident tone,
“Look, Mayuri, don’t misunderstand me. I am only trying to help you. I have studied the ‘Kama Sutra’ in depth. There are many techniques that provide satisfaction to both men and women. If you open up to me, I can guide you properly.”
Mayuri was stunned. Today, she realized just how knowledgeable Babaji was. A mixture of hesitation, shame, and a strange curiosity was swirling within her.
Babaji noticed that Mayuri was mentally preparing herself but couldn’t quite bring herself to speak openly. His sharp gaze kept drifting to her heavy bosom, staring at the deep cleavage hidden beneath her blouse.
He spoke in an even softer voice,
“Look, Mayuri… think of this problem as an ailment. I am like a doctor. The more openly you speak, the better the remedy I can offer. Trust me without worry. Whatever passes between us will remain a secret, no one, not even Gopal, will ever find out.”
Mayuri remained deep in thought, her fingers clutching the pallu of her sari tightly.
Babaji realized that a direct approach wouldn’t work. He decided to draw out her thoughts using a different tactic.
He rose slowly and came to sit beside her. Now, there was very little distance between them.
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To be continued………….
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