Superstition Led to Seduction

Though Bhushan seemed convinced that I've been possessed by Bikuma. I gave him all scientific and rational arguments, but reason and rationality had no place in his myopic worldview. I realized that literacy never translates into rationality and scientific temperament. Bhushan was still reasonably educated; even though he studies in a regional medium school, he must have still come across translated works of Einstein or Newton in science lessons. I wonder how he could believe in this primitive nonsense and cavemen wisdom.

I scolded and shouted, but nothing worked. I threatened to make a complaint to his boss, but that would be fatal mistake. Vikram also believed in ghost stories. Many people are suspicious that it could be Vikram who spread the rumors. In the end I gave up and we parted. While leaving he offered me help. He was convinced that I'm in danger and need immediate help. He was desperate to be my savior. He recommended me a Guru who already had a notorious reputation. That was a saturation point and I blasted at him and threatened to destroy his life. Poor fellow immediately vanished from the scene. I left for home.

I was frustrated and felt like a looser. But I didn't want to give up easily. I was angry at Bhushan, how dare he thinks that I need help. I wanted to talk to someone and turned to my reliable advisor. My online pervert friend Jeremy. It was late evening here, but early morning in USA. I send a message on Facebook and the reply was prompt. Before I could start narrating the incident I immediately warned him that I was in no mood for any strip tease and wanted to discuss something important.

I narrated the entire incident. After hearing me out, he advised me to meet the Guru suggested by Bhushan. That was it, I got furious and logged out of my facebook. It was another rough day. I was in real bad mood. I kept wondering how reasonably, educated people could behave like jerks. I felt both sympathy and anger for Bhushan. He doesn't realize that certain section of society is taking advantage of his gullibility and enslaving him. After dinner I thought why not meet the Guru once and find about his activities. Maybe Jeremy has a point.

I pondered over the prospect of meeting this sham Guru. Then suddenly in a flash I got a novel idea. I would agree to meet the Guru on my conditions. I quickly wrote a note explaining my conditions, and also left my mobile number. The next morning I went to Vikram's shop to buy a Silk Chocolate and secretly handed over the note to Bhushan.

I received a call in two hours. Bhushan was delighted to know that I believed in some amount of divinity and was ready to accept that evil spirits exist. I remained calm; let him bask in glory. Let this poor chap take the credit. Something to make him feel good, after all he faces enough indignation from orthodox people. We decided to meet on Saturday morning. He also agreed to my condition, that he should stay outside when we meet the Guru.

The next day was a Saturday and a weekend. Unfortunately Bhushan had no weekends; sometimes the shop would remain open on Sundays. We decided to meet in the evening at coffee day and then leave to the Guru's place on my moped.

Bhushan reached out before 6:00 and gave a ring. I reached there in next 15 minutes and we left to the Gurus place. It took almost 45 minutes to get there due to the chaotic traffic and narrow lanes. The building had a shabby appearance; there was no elevator. The place was old. We took the staircase and reached the third floor. It was a three bedroom apartment. The entrance had a typical traditional appearance. There was a Ganesh idol tucked to the door. The floor was decorated by various designs called 'Kolam'. The designs are made by using rice flour, chalk powder and white rock. Kolam designs are found on the entrance floor of every traditional Hindi house.

It was a three bedroom apartment, which belonged to one of the guru's disciple. It had a rustic appearance; there were plenty of pictures of various Gods and Goddesses tucked on the walls. In one isolated corner there was a small temple of some deity with some incense burning slowly. The fragrance of the sweet smelling incense was spread around the hall. This was a place where religion and superstitions met. Most of the plastic chairs were occupied; there were people around from all strata of the society. Any foreigner would make out that modern India is a land of rich Gurus feigning to be poor; in the name of tradition- fleecing the rich and poor by selling false hope.

After waiting for one hour the Gurus assistant in saffron robe allowed me in. I entered the room; the Guru gave a meditative look. He had long hair and beard, with a U-shaped tilak on his forehead. He was sitting on the floor in a squatted position, surrounded by the pictures of various Devils and Devtas. In a serene tone he asked my problem. I was prepared for this questioned. I gave him list of all mundane problem like Marriage, Health, Job, family disputes etc. And as usual the Guru did some cold reading. He knew the trick and trade. He used a mixture of astrology and numerology combined with Vastu shastra and a little bit of palmistry. It was a complete hodgepodge cold reading, which made him sound authentic. He gave me some mantras and a talisman, and told me to perform some strange rituals and pooja to impress the Devis and Devtas. He promised me that good times will come, and I should have faith in divine.

The session was over in 20 minutes. Once I came out Bhushan was filling some form. It was a donation form. The amount was thousand rupees. This was annoying, why didn't they straight away ask me consulting fee. Why obfuscate things and unnecessarily call it donation when in reality it is all business. I kept my cool and gave the assistant the required amount, and left the place.

Now was the time to execute Plan B. I told Bhushan that tonight Guruji want us to perform a special ritual in my bedroom and if we fail to do it, then there would be an eternal damnation. In the next seven births he would born a dog and meet violent death every time. Bhushan got scared; every word of the Guru was a word of God. Most importantly he believed in the crazy idea of reincarnation. He started showering praises on Guruji, thanking various Gods for saving his present life and next life. In reality he was in my control. I informed him that Guruji will not see his face until Bikumas aatma is satisfied.

We decided to meet that night in my apartment around 11:00. I dropped him at coffee day. In the next couple of hours I took shower had dinner. I was alone as dad was out of town for an Atheist meet-up. He would return by Monday. I told Bhushan to give me a call once he was near the apartment, so that I could keep the door unlocked and he can quickly get in. I instructed him to directly get into my bedroom.

The security was always vigilant during the night times, but Bhushan knew the place well. He used the backside wall to sneak into the building. He gave a call and within a couple of minutes I heard a creaking sound of the entrance door and felt excited. He entered and knocked the bed room door. I told him to come in. As he entered I was lying on my bed naked. My legs spread- my hairy pussy and round boobs displayed. He was horrified to see me sky clad, and tried to flee, thinking that Bikuma spirit has entered my body. I caught hold of him and warned him about his next birth, and reminded him about gurujis words.

I told him to calm down and gave some water, and explained him that the ritual has to be performed naked. I then concocted a story, that he was the aristocrat landlord in previous birth - Bikumas lover - and her desperate spirit is capable of destroying many lives if it is not satisfied. 'Obey your Guru' I warned him and the only way to satisfy this spirit is to make love with her, through my body.

I reached down and slipped his pants down; removed his boxers. His thick roughly eight inch dick was rock hard, it uncoiled out of his boxers like a hypnotized cobra coming out of the basket of a snake charmer. I started jacking him off. I started licking and sucking his dick, and then took his thick shaft in my mouth. My complete focus was on sucking his cock. I sucked it hard. I got up and we both started feeling each other bodies. His dick was hard enough and hitting my belly. He started feeling my waist and fingering me; playing with my clit. He inserted his fingers into my pussy. I was turned on; wet, excited and ready for a good fuck. He removed his t-shirt and gave a lip to lip kiss with full force. My 30 plus body needed this 19 something, youthful exuberance and energy. I was thrilled to get fucked by a teenager almost a decade younger to me.

We quickly hit the bed. I guided his hard dick into my pussy. My wet pussy instantly swallowed the entire length. He got on top of me and I spread my legs wide. I started riding his dick vigorously. Even though it was a regular missionary fuck I still loved it. He played with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He then held onto my big ass with both hands; which was shaking vigorously and then slowly moved up towards my belly started squeezing my boobs. He then started fucking me as hard as he could, simultaneously sucking my nipples; rolling his tongue over my taut nipples. This lad had great stamina; his gypsy lambada gene pool could be the reason. After receiving a good amount of battering I had a wonderful orgasm after a long time, meanwhile his dick was still inside but the initial vigor has slowed down. He was about to cum. He held me tight and his cock sprayed loads of white creamy cum inside my pussy. He rolled over. We were tired, had a long day, and quickly fell asleep.

I woke at five in the morning, and immediately woke him up. I thought he should leave and catch some sleep in his room. Bhushan lived nearby and shared room with some colleagues. The security guard must be in deep sleep. He can easily escape from the back gate. Before he left I told him to meet for lunch. It was a Sunday and Vikrams shop would be closed before lunch.

I slept till 10AM; woke up happy and exhausted. Last night was thrilling. Bhusan was in my control. I could make him do anything. He was my sex slave. I took a long bath. Since I was alone, I decided to wear a t-shirt which only just covered my ass; without any undergarments. I had my breakfast, read magazines, and did little bit of browsing. At 1 PM I received a call from Bhushan. He asked me if the ritual can be performed now. "More the merrier" I replied, "anytime, whenever I feel horny". The spirit will calm down and become docile if the frequency of fuck is increased. Bhushan had no other choice and he was probably enjoying it. He rushed to my place. The door was unlocked, he barged into the apartment. We looked into each other's eyes. I badly needed a fuck. He pounced on me straight away. We started kissing each other. He pulled my T-shirt up and his fingers wandering down to my pussy and stroking it; then moving his hands over my big ass. I removed my t-shirt and stood naked in front of him. He was excited by looking at the fullness of my boobs. He squeezed them with both hands; and started sucking them one by one like a baby. His tongue flutter over my taut nipples.

Without wasting any time we moved towards the dining room. He quickly undressed and stood naked. His rock hard dick pointed at me. He stared at my crotch. He seemed hungry to get his dick inside my wet hole. I gave a naughty smile, and turned my back towards the dining table. Spread my legs wide; placed my right leg on the chair while spreading it even more. I fingered my wet cunt, while taking support of the table with my left hand. He latched on me and started planting kisses on my neck shoulder; while his cock fluttered over my ass. I rubbed my cunt and in a sexy voice asked- if he would love to fuck me from behind, Bikuma spirit might love it as well. That really turned him on, he became over enthusiastic. His throbbing cock started hitting my big ass. He rubbed tip along my ass up and down my ass crack; some transparent fluid coming out of it. I had to help this novice find the right place. He was dealing with aveteran. I'd been fucked several times from the rear. But for Bhushan this was the first time. His dick meandered around my fleshy behind. My bare ass got squeezed and lifted. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to get better access of my pussy. My pussy was getting wet. He got his cock right up against my pussy. In one strike he got his cock buried in my twat. I whimpered when he started fucking me vigorously.

My pussy gripped his cock completely. As he fucked me harder and harder I gasped. He slapped my ass as he continued fucking me. He increased his pace. The pace was variable, but made me convulse with pleasure. He grabbed my tits from behind and started squeezing them crudely. We were breathing heavily; I could hear the slapping sound of Bhushan's pelvis against my back. He started fucking deeply into my pussy and stroked his hands on my meaty thighs and knees. The fuck became intense I stiffened and shuddered through an orgasm. He got his dick out of my wet hole. We then made a small change in the position. I leaned forward; with both elbows resting on the table, my head down. Then spread my legs; moved my hands towards my ass and spreading my ass cheeks apart. After a few adjustments he inserted his cock again, I brought my hands towards the table. He started banging me from behind. His thighs slapping my back. I moaned as my hair kept falling and covering my face. I loved this doggie style fuck. He was about to cum and pulled out and started quickly stroking his dick. I turned back and kneeled before him took his entire cock in my mouth and started sucking it with vigor. I opened my mouth wide as he came, his warm fluid coating my face. His cum dribbled down my face to my shoulders and breasts.

After that Bhushan became my fuck buddy. We fucked whenever there was an opportunity. I kept wondering how easy it was to take advantage of people who believed in absurdities. I would have never convinced Bhushan to sleep with me by providing logical and rational explanations. Dad kept giving me lectures on anti-superstition, scientific temperament and rationality. I kept using superstitions and got my share of fucking.