Bang,bang with invisibility(Gayab),incest angle Part II: Hero's Boon of Invisibility Works Wonders



                               Bang, bang with invisibility (Gayab) angle   Part II
Hero's Boon of Invisibility Works Wonders



….. The tiger growled, and I stared with my heart thumping in my ribcage, and my feet were glued to the spot. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I could not even shout.

He took a stance as if to jump, and then a booming voice said, “Ram, it is okay, he means no harm.”

The Tiger had become a kitten. He went and sat under a tree and started licking paws as a domestic cat.

“You can come in,” The booming voice ordered me.

With shaking feet, I walked towards a cave completely hidden by vines and leaves. Even from a few feet, no one would suspect that there is a cave. I parted the leaves and vines and entered the dark cave. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

I could make out a figure of a yogi sitting in a cross-legged posture.

“Leave your footwear, come and sit here,” again the booming voice ordered. I obeyed, went near him, and with great reverence, I lay flat on my stomach and saluted him. (sashtaanga namaskaaram). After a couple of minutes, he asked me to get up.

I sat at his feet. He was meditating, sitting on an elevated rock. I folded my hands and waited for him to complete his meditation. After some time, he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“You remind me of my youth. I was much younger than you when I became a disciple of my guru to learn…” he stopped, lost in thought.

I waited for a couple of minutes and asked, “To learn what, Guruji?”

Guruji burst out laughing.” You will not believe. I had a crush on my elder sister. I wanted to see her naked, I wanted to squeeze her boobs…… So I asked Guruji to teach me the art of being invisible. He stared at me and asked me why I wanted to learn that; those skills are taught to only deserving people who can use them for the good of society and the country.

“Then he went back into meditation. I thought he had rejected me since he must have known why I wanted to learn that skill, and was about to get up when he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“He told me. “I will teach you. But you have to meditate rigorously for six months.” I was filled with joy. I joined his ashram, and he made me renounce all tasty food, the luxury of a mattress, and all worldly comforts. After six months of meditation and learning, he taught me the mantra to become invisible.”

I stared at him, “You mean, Guruji, you can become invisible?” I asked him unbelievingly.

“Yes. But the joke was that once I acquired the skill, I lost all desire for sex. All women were like Goddesses to me. I could only pray to them, bow to them. Since then, I have been meditating and am in eternal bliss.”

We were silent for a few minutes. I have to admit that I had the fantasy of being invisible to see Mom and Neha in the shower.

“You want to acquire the skill?” Guruji asked me.

“No, Thanks. I am still not ready for eternal bliss. I am still a virgin. I don’t foresee myself like a yogi,” I told, and then hastily added, “Not that I have anything against ascetics. I revere them.”

“You need not be here for six months like me. I was very sad that my skill was going to be wasted. My Guru told me that at a predestined time, a young man will walk into my cave and to impart my skill to him. “

“But I might use them to fulfill my carnal desires, even immoral ones. I am not worthy to be bestowed such a gift,” I told him politely. I did not want to end up like him in a cave away from all fun, frolic, sex, and girls.

He gestured with his hand to the sky.

“God decides who does what. Without His order, not a leaf will move. He has chosen you as a deserving person to receive the skill. I know He wants you to fulfill all your desires with the skill, whatever they may be, so that you will be ready to use the skill for the country and for the world.” His somber voice was filled with conviction.

I was undecided, but curiosity killed the cat, I reminded myself. Yet, the attraction of something exciting was pulling me like a magnet.

Guruji smiled at me, “I will teach you the mantra and how to use it. If you are not destined to receive it, it will not work for you anyway.” I thought about it, and it sounded logical.

He instructed me to remove clothes, wrap a towel, go to the stream, take a bath, and return. I followed Ram, the tiger, to the stream. I took a dip and felt invigorated, and drank water from the waterfall as ordered by Guruji. Immediately, my body filled with immense energy, and all tiredness and lethargy vanished without a trace. Ram guided me back to the cave.

Guruji asked me, “How good are you in Sanskrit and remembering shlokas?”

I recollected that I was almost a child prodigy. I could recite the Bhagavad Gita at the age of five and could repeat it after listening to it only once. I told him the same thing. He nodded with a smile.

He asked me to close my eyes and placed his hand on top of my head. Then he recited a mantra slowly. I repeated after him. He asked me to repeat aloud for 108 times with full concentration, dedication, and complete confidence in Guru and God. I think I could concentrate because I had masturbated so many times in the preceding days that sexual thoughts were easily banished from my mind.

After completion, I opened my eyes. I was wonderfully happy, elated, filled with limitless joy.

Guruji was smiling at me. I smiled back at him, “I told you I was not a deserving candidate. You didn’t listen, Guruji.”

He laughed.” Is it? Look at your hand”. I looked and panicked. There was nothing. I could see Guruji clearly as if through a glass. I started shivering.

Guruji patted me. “Don’t worry, don’t panic. It is entirely in your hands when to become visible and when to become invisible. Only be careful that nobody sees you while you are doing it. That power will be gone if seen by anyone. You repeat the mantra thrice to become invisible, twice to become visible”. He told me with kindness flowing from his voice.

I went into an inside room, tried it out, and found it to be working. I came out and again lay flat on my stomach and paid respects.

“Guruji. What if I forget the mantra while I am invisible?” I asked about my worst fear.

“It will never happen. God and my guru will decide when it is time for you to lose the skill. Then you will not be able to become invisible. You will forget the mantra only after you have fulfilled the tasks that you are ordained for. You are allowed to fulfill all your carnal desires only exception that you should never force yourself on an unwilling woman or engage in rape. If you violate this rule, not only will you lose the skill, but you will be punished a thousand times more severely than a normal person. Is it clear? Do you have any other questions?” He asked me.

“Yes. I can feel my hands. Can others also feel? If someone shoots at me, will I bleed? Will my blood be visible?” I had to ask. I might forget I am invisible and get run over by a bus.

“Yes. Others can feel you, hear you talk. You have to learn to be careful. Once you take food in hand, it will also become invisible. I don’t know what you mean by shooting, but if an arrow pierces you, you will bleed, you will feel pain. But the wound will heal within seconds, and blood will not be visible,” He replied patiently.

‘If I die when I am invisible?” I asked. I had a feeling I might not see him again.

“Then, after your soul leaves your body, your body will become visible. Don’t be melancholic. You are the chosen one. God has chosen you for a purpose. Feel honored, “he was feeling happy that his skill was not lost to mankind.

‘Guruji, how old are you?” I asked him. He smiled.

“If I tell you, you won’t believe. Faith and belief in the Guru are uppermost in the Guru-disciple relationship. An iota of doubt is enough to cause havoc. So I will not answer. Have unwavering faith in me. Now you can go. Ram will lead you to your friends.” He closed his eyes again and was immersed in meditation as easily as you would disconnect a call.

Silently, I folded my hands and sought his blessing and left. Outside, Ram was waiting for me. I followed him. He took me over a hill from the top I could see our bus and my friends. I hugged Ram. I felt no fear. He was like my brother, a co-disciple.

I climbed down the hill. There was a huge commotion, panic, and confusion. Everyone was worried since the light was failing, and it would be impossible to find me. Guide was the most relieved person. They mobbed me and bombarded me with questions, how did I manage to get lost, and more importantly, how did I manage to find my way back. The guide refused to believe that I found my way back on my own.

We started back. Everyone was tired, hungry, and sleepy. I was the only one singing merrily, playing pranks, and cracking jokes. They could not believe I was the same morose, sad person from the morning.

I reached home two days later at 2 AM, quietly let myself in with the key, showered, dressed, and tiptoed into Mom’s room. Dad was out of the station and would be back after a week. Mom was fast asleep. The night lamp was glowing, throwing a weak violet light. I switched off the light, and the room was plunged into total darkness. I undressed, chanted the mantra, became invisible, and lay next to Mom and hugged her from behind, my hot, throbbing rod poking her. I clutched her boobs and snuggled closely.

She murmured, turned to my side, hugged me tight, lifted one thigh, clasped behind me, and pulled me closer.

She murmured sleepily. “You said you would come after one week. Your cock didn’t listen to you. Isn’t it? Let me sleep. We can bang in the morning”. My cock was now directly at the entrance to her pussy.

“Mom, it’s me,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the pressure of her warm tits on my naked chest.

I never saw anyone transit from deep slumber to a full awake state so fast. She jumped as if she received a thousand-volt shock. She tried to push me. I tightened my grip further.

“What….what ..are you doing? When did you come? What is all this nonsense? “she was fighting valiantly.

I told her gently,” Mom, relax. I saw the other day you and Neha masturbating watching me on the TV screen. So stop struggling”. Like you turned off a switch, all fight went out of her.

“Then why didn’t you take me then and there?’ she asked in a small voice.

‘I was not sure. I was confused. Now I am sure,” I told her started nibbling her thick lower lip. A moan escaped her. Slowly, her hands tightened around my back. She opened my mouth and pushed her tongue in and started exploring. I pushed my fingers in her flowing pussy and started gently rubbing her inner walls.

She got up on one elbow and held one massive tit in one hand and pushed in to my mouth. I started sucking like a hungry baby. I was biting on her nipple also.

She was now crying out,” Baby, oh my baby, how I miss your sucking. Even as a child, you always drove me nuts with your sucking. You used to bite, scratch, and would not leave it, even after emptying the milk. Yes..yes……bite harder…”

After sucking both tits, I went into the 69 position, she started licking my cock, and I started licking her pussy.

She kept coming in torrents. Her copious flow was forming a puddle on the bed sheet. Finally, she could bear no longer and dragged me on top of her.

‘Now, shove it in….all the way… show no mercy…..take all your anger..on my pussy…it should become red.. swollen….come…come..my baby…” she was shouting loud as I started pounding her. After some time, I pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed, took out my cock, made her bend, and started ramming in doggy style. The loud clapping sounds were deafening, and my stomach was banging against her buttocks with sounds like pistol shots. I grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples, increased speed, and asked her if I should cum in or out.

She said she would castrate me if I spilled one drop outside. We reached the climax at the same time. I held her and pulled her back onto the bed.

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