Due to superstition Part 3

This is story and it is about the relationship between a girl and a Baba (Poojari, Baba)

Normally in routine Pooja does not wear undergarments when she slept at night; thus, as she lay down to sleep, the Ling was in direct contact with her Yoni Choot (pussy). Pooja pressed her legs together, clamping the Ling between them. It felt pleasurable to her. She also found herself missing her husband's penis. She untied the drawstring of her salwar, took the Ling in her hand, and began pressing it gently against her choot (pussy). Then, she started rubbing the Ling against her vulva. She was becoming aroused. She realized that this Ling was generally longer than her husband's penis, and it possessed a substantial thickness as well.

Just then, a thought struck her: "Pooja, what are you doing? To behave this way with a sacred, worship-worthy Ling is a grave sin!" With this thought, Pooja withdrew her hand from the Ling, retied the drawstring of her salwar, and attempted to fall asleep.

Around midnight, Pooja woke up. She felt something pricking her between her hips. She untied the drawstring of her salwar. Reaching her hand between her hips, she discovered that a Ling (penis) was wedged there. The tip of the penis was pressed right against Pooja's orifice. Pooja found this sensation - this pricking from behind - rather pleasurable. She pressed her buttocks even harder against the Ling (penis); she enjoyed it. She pressed harder still, and the pleasure intensified.

Her ass (Gaand) hole felt as if they were on fire. She felt an intense urge to thrust the entire length of the Lund deep inside her anus (Gaand); but then, the thought struck her again that doing such a thing with a penis would be a sin. Out of fear, she shifted the penis away, positioning it instead between her thighs. She retied her drawstring and fall back to deep sleep.

The next day, Pooja took the same route as before to visit the Baba, dressed in her salwar-kameez.

Baba: "Come in, Pooja. Go and bathe in the milk, then change into fresh clothes."

As Pooja was dressing after her milk bath, she noticed that - along with the saffron-colored blouse and petticoat - there lay a pair of saffron-colored panties as well. She took off her black panties and put on the saffron ones. She felt as though these panties barely covered her Choot (pussy) at all. She finished bathing and dressing and stepped out.

The Baba was seated beside a lit sacred fire.

Pooja walked over and sat down beside him.

Baba: "Pooja, all your garments are pure today, are they not?"

Pooja blushed slightly.

Pooja: “Yes, Baba-ji.”

She knew that by ‘Baba,’ he was referring to her panties. Perhaps she was gradually becoming imbued with the spirit of the Baba’s company.

Baba: “If you wish, you may take out that Ling for now.”

Pooja stood up and began trying to untie the Ling. However, the knot was tied quite tightly. The Baba noticed this.

Baba: “Here, let me untie it for you.”

The Baba stood up as well; stepping behind Pooja, he began to untie it.

Baba: “Did the ling cause you any discomfort? In particular, did you have any trouble sleeping at night?”

How could Pooja possibly tell him what the Ling had done to her during the night? How much pleasure her ass could have experienced had that object been a large Lund (cock) instead of a mere Ling! What a profound sense of disappointment her ass had endured.

Pooja: “No, Baba-ji, there hasn't really been any particular trouble.”

As Pooja pulled the Ling out from her petticoat, she realized that the sacred red thread (mauli) had become entangled in the drawstring of her petticoat. Pooja struggled with it for a while, but the thread simply wouldn't come free from the drawstring.

Baba: “Pooja, we are running late. Hurry up - here, let me get it out for you.”

The Baba stepped in front of Pooja and began trying to untangle the thread from the drawstring of her skirt. Despite his efforts, the knot still wouldn't come undone.

Baba: “It seems it won't come out this way. Why don't you lie down for a moment?” The Baba saw his opportunity - and decided to make fruitful the most of it.

Pooja: “B...b...but, Baba-ji... this...”

Baba: “Oh, come now, child - just lay down. I'm simply trying to set everything right. Go on, lie down comfortably right here.”

Pooja lay down. The Baba remained focused on the drawstring.

Baba: “Pooja, I'll have to untie the knot in the drawstring. We really are running out of time.”

Pooja: “Yes... go ahead.” After struggling with the drawstring for a while, the Baba finally managed to untie the knot of the petticoat’s string. With the knot undone, the petticoat loosened and slipped down slightly below Pooja’s panties.

Pooja was blushing crimson with embarrassment. The Baba slid Pooja’s petticoat down a little further. Pooja lay there before the Baba, her petticoat now resting below the line of her panties. As he worked to free the string, the Baba’s elbow brushed against Pooja’s Choot (pussy). A moment later, the drawstring came free.

Baba: “There you go - it’s out! That knot really took my a hard time!”

The Baba began to tie the petticoat’s drawstring back up. He tied the knot very tightly. Pooja spoke up...

Pooja: “Ah... Baba-ji, that’s too tight!”

The Baba untied the drawstring again, and this time, he tied the knot loosely.

Then, both of them sat down cross-legged.

Once Pooja had finished getting herself settled, the Baba spoke.

Baba: “I re-read my scriptures yesterday. It stated therein that the more attractive a woman appears, the better it is. To that end, a woman is free to adorn herself with as much *shringar* (adornment) as she desires - but if I’m being honest...”

Pooja: “Go on, Baba-ji - why did you stop?”

Baba: “You are already so attractive that you may not even need any adornment at all!” The Baba ventured this remark as a calculated piece of flattery.

Hearing such praise, Pooja began to blush.

Baba: “I was thinking: if you look this beautiful without any adornment, then once you do adorn yourself, you will look absolutely divine - like a celestial nymph! (APSARA)”

Pooja: “Oh, what kind of things are you saying, Baba-ji? I’m really not ‘that’ beautiful!”

Baba: “You do not realize just how beautiful you are. Your demeanor is so lively, and your gait is truly captivating. And from behind - well, you look absolutely stunning!”

Hearing all this, Pooja blushed. She smiled - and she rather liked the feeling, too.

Baba: “Your adornment should be performed by sacred hands. Therefore, I shall be the one to adorn you myself. You have no objection to this, do you?”

Pooja: “No, Baba - there is absolutely no reason for me to object.” By now, perhaps Pooja too secretly desired exactly this: to have a man’s hands caress her body.

Baba: “Puja, it had slipped my mind. But the Ling, I gave you ought to have borne Baba’s image; therefore, I am affixing a small photograph of myself onto this Ling.”

Puja: “Very well, Babaji.”

Baba: “And yes, you must wake up twice during the night to offer your obeisance to this Ling - once before going to sleep, and a second time in the middle of the night.”

Puja: “As you order, Babaji.” Written by Matri.

Baba affixed a small photograph of himself onto the Ling and handed it to Puja to bind in place.

Pooja tied the linga between her legs as before. And inserted it into the chania. By moving it back a little, she placed the linga exactly on the crack of the Choot (pussy).

Pooja put on her clothes and returned home. On the way, she kept meditating on the words of her Guru Baba and his praises. There was a light feeling of happiness in her heart, as if someone was praising her for her pious deeds. As she walked, the linga also moved and Pooja liked it. Her mind was now happy. She was more hesitant than before so that the Baba’s Ling inside would annoy her more and more.

Upon reaching home, she closed the door to her room, sat down on her bed, and composed herself. There was a strange sense of contentment and warmth within her heart - having heard Baba’s praise, she felt a surge of pride in herself, as well as in her faith and her beauty. She kept gazing at her own physical form, admiring it again and again.

She adjusted her clothes with her hands, and with every passing moment, she pondered inwardly why - and in what manner - Baba had chosen to guide her. Her eyes now reflected a blend of reverence and faith, yet also a glimmer of doubt.

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Pooja was lost in her own world - the sweetness of Baba’s words, the impact of his speech, and the emotions stirring within her were rendering her utterly sensuous. It felt to her as though Baba was not merely a spiritual guide, but also a pillar of support for her thoughts and feelings.

Throughout the day, the Ling had pressed against her, nestled between her legs. Yet now, that very sensation felt pleasing to Pooja.

Night was deepening. A gentle silence pervaded the room. Pooja lay upon her bed, though sleep remained a distant prospect for her eyes.

Suddenly, she remembered - Baba had instructed her to offer her obeisance to the Ling before retiring for the night.

She rose gently. Her hands held a trace of hesitation, yet her heart held a reverence that far outweighed it. She loosened the drawstring of her salwar and carefully drew the Ling out.

For a few moments, she held it cradled in her hands... as if unable to discern whether it was merely an inanimate object or something far more profound.

Then, she pressed it against her forehead. Her eyes closed involuntarily. There was a strange tranquility in that touch... as if she were sensing the presence of an invisible support. Created for you by Maitri.

When she opened her eyes, her gaze settled upon the small photograph of Baba affixed to the Ling.

She gazed at it for a long while. With every passing moment, the resonance of Baba’s voice - his words and the praise he had bestowed upon her earlier that day - began to echo within her mind.

“You are special... you possess true faith... you are a celestial nymph...” It was as if those very words were filling her ears once more.

A faint smile touched her lips. She felt a profound sense that there was someone who truly understood her - someone who watched over her... and perhaps, even cared for her.

Gradually, her mind became immersed in these very thoughts. Baba was no longer merely a spiritual teacher to her now... he was becoming a source of solace amidst her solitude.

After a while, she seemed to come back to a full awareness of herself. She gave her head a slight shake, as if trying to snap herself out of those thoughts.

She carefully tucked the phallus back into its place beneath her petticoat and tied the drawstring.

She lay back down... The room remained steeped in the same silence, yet something within her had shifted.

Her eyes were closed... but sleep still eluded her.

Only one face kept surfacing in her mind, again and again -

Baba’s.

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