22-08-2026, 10:33 AM
The first full offering happened on an evening when the temple was completely empty.
The priest closed the outer door himself and led Kasiamma into the inner chamber where the ancient black stone idol stood. The oil lamps threw a low, flickering light across the walls. He turned to her and spoke in the same thick, filthy voice he had been using for days. He told her the time had come. The curse would not wait any longer. She must remove every piece of cloth from her body so that the Goddess could see her fully and accept the offering through him.
Kasiamma’s hands shook as she obeyed.
She untied the end of her saree and let it fall in a soft heap on the stone floor. She unhooked her blouse and slid it off her shoulders, revealing the bra that still held her heavy breasts. The priest’s eyes stayed fixed on her chest. He ordered her to remove the bra next. She reached behind, unhooked it, and pulled the straps down her arms. Her heavy breasts came free, full and round, the nipples already tight from fear and the cool air of the temple. He told her to untie the petticoat. She did. The petticoat dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it. Finally he told her to remove her panties. She pushed them down over her hips and thighs and stepped out of them as well. She stood completely naked in front of the idol and the priest — heavy breasts, clean-shaved pussy, wide hips, thick thighs, the soft curve of her ass fully visible.
The priest walked around her slowly, examining every part of her body as if inspecting an offering.
He told her that the Goddess was pleased with the nakedness. Then he ordered her to kneel. When she knelt on the stone floor he opened the front of his orange cloth and pulled out his already hard cock. He told her that the curing of the curse must begin with her mouth. He pushed the head of his cock against her full lips and forced it inside. Kasiamma closed her eyes and took it, her mouth stretching around the thin cock while he held her head and began to move. He spoke filthy words the entire time — telling her that every inch she swallowed was pulling the curse out of the family, that her dead son’s soul was watching and waiting for her to finish the duty.
After he had used her mouth he pulled her up and made her stand with her back against the cool stone wall beside the idol.
He lifted one of her thick thighs, positioned his cock against her clean-shaved pussy, and pushed inside in one long thrust. Kasiamma gasped. He began to fuck her against the wall, his thin body slamming into her, his hands gripping her heavy breasts and squeezing them hard with every thrust. He kept repeating that this was the blessing, that the curse was being driven out of her with each stroke of his cock. He fucked her until he came deep inside her pussy, holding himself there and forcing her to take every drop.
Even after that he was not finished.
He turned her around, bent her forward so her hands rested on the low stone platform of the idol, and pushed his still-hard cock into her again from behind. He gripped her wide hips and fucked her with short, greedy thrusts, his stomach slapping against her ass cheeks. He told her the curse was still clinging to her asshole and would have to be removed next. He spat on his fingers, rubbed them against her tight opening, and then forced his cock into her asshole as well. Kasiamma cried out, but he only pushed deeper and kept moving, telling her that pain was part of the curing.
When he finally pulled out he made her kneel once more and clean his cock with her mouth.
Only then did he allow her to pick up her clothes. He told her the first offering had been accepted, but the curse was not yet fully gone. She would have to return. Kasiamma, naked, trembling, and filled with his cum, gathered her saree, blouse, petticoat, bra and panties in silence. She had given every part of herself in the name of saving her family and freeing her dead son’s soul. The priest had taken it all.
The priest closed the outer door himself and led Kasiamma into the inner chamber where the ancient black stone idol stood. The oil lamps threw a low, flickering light across the walls. He turned to her and spoke in the same thick, filthy voice he had been using for days. He told her the time had come. The curse would not wait any longer. She must remove every piece of cloth from her body so that the Goddess could see her fully and accept the offering through him.
Kasiamma’s hands shook as she obeyed.
She untied the end of her saree and let it fall in a soft heap on the stone floor. She unhooked her blouse and slid it off her shoulders, revealing the bra that still held her heavy breasts. The priest’s eyes stayed fixed on her chest. He ordered her to remove the bra next. She reached behind, unhooked it, and pulled the straps down her arms. Her heavy breasts came free, full and round, the nipples already tight from fear and the cool air of the temple. He told her to untie the petticoat. She did. The petticoat dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it. Finally he told her to remove her panties. She pushed them down over her hips and thighs and stepped out of them as well. She stood completely naked in front of the idol and the priest — heavy breasts, clean-shaved pussy, wide hips, thick thighs, the soft curve of her ass fully visible.
The priest walked around her slowly, examining every part of her body as if inspecting an offering.
He told her that the Goddess was pleased with the nakedness. Then he ordered her to kneel. When she knelt on the stone floor he opened the front of his orange cloth and pulled out his already hard cock. He told her that the curing of the curse must begin with her mouth. He pushed the head of his cock against her full lips and forced it inside. Kasiamma closed her eyes and took it, her mouth stretching around the thin cock while he held her head and began to move. He spoke filthy words the entire time — telling her that every inch she swallowed was pulling the curse out of the family, that her dead son’s soul was watching and waiting for her to finish the duty.
After he had used her mouth he pulled her up and made her stand with her back against the cool stone wall beside the idol.
He lifted one of her thick thighs, positioned his cock against her clean-shaved pussy, and pushed inside in one long thrust. Kasiamma gasped. He began to fuck her against the wall, his thin body slamming into her, his hands gripping her heavy breasts and squeezing them hard with every thrust. He kept repeating that this was the blessing, that the curse was being driven out of her with each stroke of his cock. He fucked her until he came deep inside her pussy, holding himself there and forcing her to take every drop.
Even after that he was not finished.
He turned her around, bent her forward so her hands rested on the low stone platform of the idol, and pushed his still-hard cock into her again from behind. He gripped her wide hips and fucked her with short, greedy thrusts, his stomach slapping against her ass cheeks. He told her the curse was still clinging to her asshole and would have to be removed next. He spat on his fingers, rubbed them against her tight opening, and then forced his cock into her asshole as well. Kasiamma cried out, but he only pushed deeper and kept moving, telling her that pain was part of the curing.
When he finally pulled out he made her kneel once more and clean his cock with her mouth.
Only then did he allow her to pick up her clothes. He told her the first offering had been accepted, but the curse was not yet fully gone. She would have to return. Kasiamma, naked, trembling, and filled with his cum, gathered her saree, blouse, petticoat, bra and panties in silence. She had given every part of herself in the name of saving her family and freeing her dead son’s soul. The priest had taken it all.
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