Shilpa: Aunty! Aunty!
Me: Ya… err… Yes, what is it?
As if I woke up from a slumber and tried to look composed.
Shilpa: Guru-ji is calling us.
Me: Okay, okay. Lets go.
I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and followed Shilpa. As she walked in front of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envying Shilpa for her tight figure though I knew I should not, as she was at least 10-12 years younger than me. Her proportionate ass was dancing within her dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entered the puja ghar, I found there everyone of the family - Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and their daughter who came along with me. Of course, Sanjeev and Guru-ji were also there.
Me: Ya… err… Yes, what is it?
As if I woke up from a slumber and tried to look composed.
Shilpa: Guru-ji is calling us.
Me: Okay, okay. Lets go.
I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and followed Shilpa. As she walked in front of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envying Shilpa for her tight figure though I knew I should not, as she was at least 10-12 years younger than me. Her proportionate ass was dancing within her dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entered the puja ghar, I found there everyone of the family - Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and their daughter who came along with me. Of course, Sanjeev and Guru-ji were also there.
Guru-ji: Now we have arrived at the pinnacle of this yagya and Shilpa Beti has to now carry forward its epitome further.
Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, distribute the bhog to Nandini and Kumar. The regulation is that the parents must complete taking the bhog before their lass sits for her part in the yagya.
Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, your role in the yagya is also over. You can relax outside. Anita, you need to stay to help Shilpa attain the spiritual goal.
Mrs. Yadav offered pranam to Guru-ji and helped his husband also for pranam and then they left the place. Sanjeev also followed suit with a couple of bowls of bhog already cooked by him. Now we were only three in the puja ghar – me, Anita, and Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, can you make sure if Sanjeev has kept all the basic ingredients for the yagya? Check for bilva leaves, china-rose flowers, milk, ghee, rose water, honey, sandalwood paste, and turmeric.
I nodded and sat down to check that. As I sat down I realized that my panty cloth was getting inside my ass crack in the form of a rope slipping on my smooth skin. I could not stop or adjust in front of a male and allowed my panty to roll inside my deep ass crack making my ass globes virtually bare within my petticoat. I remember I was hasty while putting on my panty in front of that bastard house servant and hence this happened. Not focussing much on that simply because I could not adjust my dress in front of Guru-ji, I started checking for the items Guru-ji mentioned.
Guru-ji was expounding Shilpa on spiritual explanations of life, human goal, devotion, studies, etc. and Shilpa was obediently listening to Guru-ji. Only if did he know that this schoolgirl do watch soft porn and sometime back was expertly supporting me in an lesbian act even! I noted that Sanjeev had nicely sorted out everything on the floor for the yagya to proceed, but only thing that was missing was milk. I waited patiently till Guru-ji finished his speech.
Me: Guru-ji, all other things are there except the milk.
Guru-ji: Okay. Can you please get around a liter of milk from Nandini and get it boiled on the stove here? Also ask Nandini that I asked for a new white sari, I am not seeing it here.
Me: Sure Guru-ji.
I went out of the puja ghar and as I passed the door outside I heard Guru-ji again getting back to explain spiritual facts to Anita. The moment I went outside the vacant corridor towards the steps, I thought of adjusting my panty. It was giving me a torrid time now, because as I walked its giving me a frictional feeling on both my pussy and ass hole with its rolled edges. I have to get it straight, but this area was not at all safe, as I did not know if that rascal servant was around anywhere. So I did not take any chance going to this toilet, as the passage was completely empty.
I went down through the hallway towards the drawing room and could realize from a distance that someone was sitting there. I looked intently and could well realize it was Mr. Yadav. He was sitting there with…
Me: My goodness!
He is drinking alcohol and that very servant who molested me was sitting near his feet. My feet were as if cemented immediately and I knew if given a second chance they would surely strip me and tear off my choot with their rods. I briskly went to the other side in the direction where Shilpa’s room was. I thought this was a rather secure place away from everyone’s eyes and quickly started adjusting my panty. There was no other way but to pull up my sari to my waist and adjust it. I briskly pulled out the edges of my panty from my ass crack and stretched it over my ass flesh as far as possible and also fiddled the panty front over my hairy choot. There was no one, thankfully, and I was so much relieved after adjusting from this continuos ‘sexual’ tickling offered by my undergarment.
Suddenly I heard some light sound of bangles, as if a woman was moving her hands there. I stepped ahead, but could not find anyone. Here the passage turns to the left and ends in a balcony and yes, the sound is coming from the balcony, which could not be seen from here. I could have called Mrs. Yadav, but was curious to see who was there, as I did not see Sanjeev with Mr. Yadav in the drawing room. I tried not to make any noise and peeped into the balcony. The full moon was splashing on the balcony and I could see very, very clearly – Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev.
But, but… What are they doing? Uuuuuuuuuuuu……………
I exclaimed within myself. As I said Mrs. Yadav was plump and though middle-aged was fleshy at the right places and in the bright moonlight in the white sari draped tightly on her figure she was surely looking sexy. Sanjeev was holding her hands and whispering something. My timing was just about right as soon I realized that Sanjeev was trying to persuade Mrs. Yadav in lovemaking in that open balcony, but she was obviously hesitant as her husband, though disabled, was very much present in the house. I could jolly well see that Sanjeev’s pleading to lovemaking was getting more physical. His persuasion posture from holding Mrs. Yadav’s hands was now getting into a half hugging scene, and certainly her objections were also melting. After some moments of inappropriate hugging by Sanjeev, I heard an affirmation from Mrs. Yadav.
Mrs. Yadav: Okay Baba. Do what you want.
Sanjeev was as if only waiting for that nod, since the way he embraced her was exceptional, and envious too for any woman! He now was feeling Mrs. Yadav’s back over her white blouse and extended his arms to touch the naked skin of her midriff. Mrs. Yadav almost jerked to his touch and as she was facing me, I saw she closed her eyes in ecstasy. I completely forgot that I came to Mrs. Yadav for milk and the white sari, but was completely absorbed in watching this horny activity. I saw Mrs. Yadav had closed her eyes and why not? Getting passionate hugs from this energetic male who had now started caressing her smooth and fair midriff with his palms and hugged her matured figure at his free will. In no time Sanjeev turned Mrs. Yadav within his arms to face her away from him so that he could massage her heavy jiggling tits abundantly.
I saw Sanjeev put his big-sized palms on Mrs. Yadav’s mammaries and cupped simultaneously both of her large, round, firm and full boobs. Mrs. Yadav naturally started wriggling in elation, as any female would do. I noticed her hands were scratching her own choot over her sari. Now suddenly Sanjeev stopped all motion and stood still, but kept his palms just holding her globes over her blouse, but not fondling them. Mrs. Yadav was a bit surprised as if someone had come, but I could well understood Sanjeev was relishing the feel of her very attractive sized boobs.
Mrs. Yadav: You naughty.
Saying that she turned again to face her, but Sanjeev was still cupping her blouse-covered breasts and it looked so indecent! Sanjeev’s hands were now under her pallu and I knew what they were doing under that cover. Sanjeev for the first time now placed his lips onto Mrs. Yadav’s lips and they were lip-locked for sometime. And like all men Sanjeev also craftily pulled down her pallu displaying her blouse-covered bobbling breasts and now to my sheer disbelief I saw he was whiffing off Mrs. Yadav’s sari from her waist also.
I was really shocked that Mrs. Yadav being a fully matured woman allowing such lewd acts by an outside male standing in the balcony of her house. Though the road cannot be seen from the balcony, but anyone approaching the house would surely notice her. Mrs. Yadav was clutching Sanjeev in such a way that it seemed to me as if she was a teenager experiencing her first date. Sanjeev was doing his job quite swiftly and in virtually no time he unhooked her white blouse and with both hands slid her white bra upwards to expose her rotund mammaries. Being the mother of a 18-year-old girl, Mrs. Yadav had enviously large and firm breasts, which jumped out of the tight bra. I saw the nipples were almost black in color and very erect for obvious reasons.
Sanjeev now encircled her waist with his arms and lifted up her chin towards him and propelled his tongue through her lips and into her mouth. Mrs. Yadav was hugging Sanjeev and scratching her fingers on his broad back. By this time, Mrs. Yadav’s sari was completely off her body and lying on floor. Her blouse was open and her bra uplifted and her petticoat was saving her dignity. I noticed Sanjeev started pushing his crotch into her pussy over her petticoat. The scene was extremely heating up and I stood there simply gulping every bit of this very hot lovemaking.
Sanjeev’s palms were now openly fondling Mrs. Yadav’s big boobs, while he had pulled her tongue into his mouth and was sucking it.
Me: Uhhhhhhhhh………
It seemed I was more excited and thrilled seeing this scene. I remembered Uday’s kissing on the boat. I truly cherished it. I was repenting if Uday was here, we could have had another steamy love session. The very next moment I thought why did I not think of my husband? He also did kiss me like this at times though not on a regular scale, as he is not a big believer in kissing. He is more into the direct act. But Uday’s kissing was so spontaneous and he resembled very much like Sanjeev was kissing Mrs. Yadav. I saw Sanjeev’s arms now came down on the lady’s gaand and he started caressing and squeezing her big buns. My right hand was automatically scratching my pussy over my panty and my left hand self massaging my breasts and pinching my nipple over my blouse and bra.
Sanjeev then peeled off her blouse and bra completely from her body and threw on the balcony chair and Mrs. Yadav, the mother of a 16-year-old girl, was now standing wearing only a petticoat in a full topless condition. I was stunned to see the courage of this housewife - she was hugging a male in a topless condition in the balcony of the house knowing that her husband was very much present in the house! I could never ever do that in my house. Even when my husband was away at noontime and if even a salesman had come, I made sure that I do not attend him in a nightie or without wearing my bra because in most cases it was the nap time for me and during that period I was surely not properly draped. However, Mrs. Yadav here was crossing all limits!
Sanjeev made Mrs. Yadav raise her hands in air in order to lick her armpits and I noticed that she was having an absolutely clean armpit. Sanjeev gurgled with pleasure and pushed his head to it. He started smelling and deeply inhaling her armpits, which though looked extremely vulgar and then started licking them vigorously and Mrs. Yadav was writhing in exhilaration. I was unable to take it anymore and was now wondering how to enter in this sweltering scene to tell Mrs. Yadav to provide me milk and a white sari, which Guru-ji had ordered. It was also getting late I realized and Guru-ji might just be angry. I apologized to Mrs. Yadav in my mind, as I had to now stop her blow hot love episode.
I went back at least a dozen steps. I still was midway in the passage towards the balcony. I was also at a safe distance from the drawing room where Mr. Yadav was having a drink and I started calling Mrs. Yadav.
Me: Mrs. Yadav. Mrs. Yadav.
I did not deliberately move a step ahead as I knew hearing my voice she would immediately try to wear her clothes back and I need to give her that time. After a moment or two, I called again and took only a couple of steps. After sometime, I heard a feeble reply.
Mrs. Yadav: Yes, I am here.
I walked very slowly towards the balcony. As I stepped on the balcony, I saw Sanjeev was sitting on the chair as if enjoying the beauty of the moonlit night and Mrs. Yadav looked extremely sexy with the blouse on her body with all the hooks open and the sari draped in a very lewd fashion. I knew I should have given her more time to recompose.
Me: Guru-ji asked for a bowl of milk and a white sari that he had already told you of.
Mrs. Yadav: Oh! Yes, yes Anita. I forgot about the sari. Why don’t you sit here in the balcony? I will get you both in a minute.
I did not want to embarrass Mrs. Yadav. She was panting as she conversed and the sexual heat was showing on her face. I nodded and took a chair. Mrs. Yadav hurriedly left the place and from the tingling of her chudi I could make out she was probably dressing her standing in the passage. Sanjeev was absolutely normal and conversed with me and within another five to seven minutes Mrs. Yadav was back with a bowl of milk and the sari. I thanked her and left the place. As I walked down the passage towards the stairs I speculated whether Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav would again engage in passionate lovemaking in the open balcony or take me as an alert and go in some room to fulfill their desires. But I could well apprehend that if this is the nature of Mrs. Yadav, I could not blame her daughter much for watching porn CDs.
I knocked and entered the puja ghar. Guru-ji was still explaining something to her and she was listening intently with folded arms. Guru-ji looked up and noted that I had got the things he ordered for.
Guru-ji: Anita, lock the door and get the milk boiled in the stove.
I nodded and handed him the sari and went up to the stove to get the milk boiled. As I handed Guru-ji the sari I noted for the first time that it was a thin cotton sari, the type generally worn by widows. I could not understand why that was needed in this yagya. I was about to ask that, but Guru-ji by that time was directing Shilpa for the first worship.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now we will do the first worship to Linga Maharaj. One needs a medium for this worship and as your parents used your Sanjeev uncle and Anita aunty as their mediums, you will use me as your medium. Okay?
Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Beti, the focus has to be worship and worship only. You must not deviate. If you deviate you will have to undergo the ‘dosha khandan’ (=eradicate the error) process. So only concentrate on your worship for studies. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Shilpa nodded and stood up. She did not know what to do and Guru-ji indicated through a gesture to me for the start. I took her to the area where I lied on the floor and I told her to be on the floor in a prone position, i.e. her bottoms facing the ceiling. Shilpa’s back was looking very attractive as she was lying on the floor wearing the tight salwar kamiz. While giving her the puja flowers, I noticed her face was red in natural shame, as then she got the hint that Guru-ji would get on top of her back. I handed her over the puja flowers and asked to stretch her hands in the worship form.
Guru-ji: Thanks Anita. You can sit there and mind you no noise. Shilpa Beti, I will whisper in your ears the mantra five times and you will chant that loudly to Linga Maharaj. Then in turn you will whisper me what exactly is your wish and I will transfer that to Maharaj. Okay?
Shilpa: Okay Guru-ji.
I thought I should ask Guru-ji that previously the process was different because as the medium I was no floor and Mr. Yadav enjoyed me from top, but did not gather the courage to ask Guru-ji. He roared forward to Shilpa’s body chanting “Jai Linga Maharaj” time and again. Guru-ji’s gigantic figure was no match for this teenager and her body was fully covered by Guru-ji’s mammoth stature as he placed himself on her.
Guru-ji: Don’t mind Beti, as this is the norm of this yagya. I will not place my body weight on you. You just concentrate.
Guru-ji was now riding Shilpa’s body and I was watching from a distance of few feet. I noted that Guru-ji very cleverly adjusted his body length, pretending to straighten his saffron garment, to place his pelvic area exactly on Shilpa’s buttocks. He was not even finished whispering the first mantra in Shilpa’s ears that I saw the subtle movement of Guru-ji’s pelvis on her gaand. I was shocked to see Guru-ji also deviating by Shilpa’s young flesh. As the mantra chanting was getting to an end, I found Guru-ji’s pelvic movement was getting more obvious on Shilpa’s hips.
Now Shilpa had to whisper her wish to Guru-ji and he would transfer that to Linga Maharaj. I saw Guru-ji took his face very close to her face, his thick lips almost touching the girl’s cheeks. Guru-ji’s hands, which were till then on the floor on both sides of Shilpa, now moved. He kept his right hand on Shilpa’s shoulder very casually as he dropped his face near her lips. Soon that part was over too and Guru-ji alighted from her body. Believe me, I clearly saw Guru-ji’s erect tool protruding like a pole his saffron dhoti. He quickly adjusted that before Shilpa could raise her head from her lying position.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, did you concentrate fully during your worship?
Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji.
I noted that her voice was almost trembling, probably in excitement.
Guru-ji: Then why is your voice shaky? Why are you not confident?
She was breathing heavily like any woman if a man rides her back. But Guru-ji’s voice was stern and harsh.
Shilpa: Believe me Guru-ji, I was thinking only on my worship.
Guru-ji: Why are you telling a lie Beti?
There was pin drop silence in the room as the cozy atmosphere has changed. I was also a bit puzzled seeing the proceeding.
Guru-ji: This is the reason for your failure. Your mind is not steady, it’s curious about things other than studies. The same thing happened here, your mind was more inclined about my physical touch, and not on the worship.
Shilpa was still trying to save her face.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, believe me, I was praying only for passing the final exams.
Guru-ji: Beti, you are forcing me to prove my point and I will do that. Anita, just come here and check if her mind was diverted or not.
I was baffled. How do I check that? Shilpa stood with her face down and I was sure she was telling a lie. Her concentration definitely was focussed on the male touch.
Me: But Guru-ji, how? I mean err… how do I check?
Guru-ji: Its simple. You just check her nipples and you know that she was excited or not.
Myself and Shilpa both were rather appalled hearing that, especially from a male. But as I gathered back, I thought that Guru-ji had hit the bull’s eye, because to catch a woman if she is sexually excited or not, the appearance of her nipples is the best catch.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Shilpa: But Guru-ji…
Shilpa was red in shame and probably realized that she could not fool this Godman, as he was much more experienced and wise.
Shilpa: I am sorry Guru-ji. You were right.
Guru-ji: Hmm. So you see Beti, there is no point in misleading people. Always tell the truth. Okay?
Shilpa simply nodded and I could well understand her position in front of this gigantic male character. I noticed Guru-ji now took out a couple of replicas of Linga Maharaj from his bag. They looked exactly like the deity that was there for worship here.
Guru-ji: Anita, please hand me over the milk, bilva leaves, rose water, and honey. Also pour some ghee in the yagya fire.
I did as Guru-ji said and he started making a mixture out of them. He crushed the bilva leaves and mixed it with honey. Then with the other ingredients, a thick fluid was prepared. Then Guru-ji started pouring the mixture on one of the replica of Linga Maharaj. He massaged and stroked it slowly so that it was fully laminated with the fluid mixture. Then he took the other replica and made it shudh (=purify) in the fire and then cleaned with rose water. Lastly he performed some puja on both the models. Shilpa and myself were both watching him silently.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, come here and stand by the fire. Close your eyes and pray to Agnidev the mantras that I chant.
The yagya fire had already flared up as I had poured ghee in it and the heat, the smoke along with Guru-ji’s loud vocal narration of mantras made the atmosphere of the room very gripping. I saw Shilpa’s lips moving as she was repeating the mantras. This went on for another three to five minutes.
Guru-ji: Beti, now this is a very important part of the yagya. You must dedicate your mind fully on this. These models of our Linga Maharaj will now energize you. It is called the Jaagran Kriya (=wake up process). You will have to gulp down holy fluid on it and concurrently I will guide the other model through your body to invigorate you.
Shilpa nodded her head with a question mark on her face and I was damn sure that she could not fully interpret Guru-ji’s words, but she did not have the guts to ask him. I was also not fully sure what Guru-ji would do exactly. Shilpa had closed her eyes with her hands folded for worship standing in front of the yagya fire and the fire had supplemented a reddish tinge to her body hugging white salwar kamiz. Guru-ji was standing just beside her, very close. I was on the opposite of the fire.
Guru-ji now was shouting mantras and held the fluid laminated Linga replica to Shilpa’s mouth. She opened her lips initially just a little, but then realizing to accommodate the Linga diameter she had to open it wider, did that. Guru-ji inserted the Linga model in her mouth and she started sucking it. The fluid must have tasted good as Shilpa was licking it up fast. Guru-ji was slowly pushing it more and more into her mouth and now it looked so vulgar to me. It looked more like an oral sex scene where the female takes the erect male cock in her mouth sucking and licking it. Shilpa was exactly doing that.
Guru-ji: Hold the Linga with your hands and mind you throughout this ‘jaagran kriya’, you should have it in your mouth.
Shilpa followed the command. Her eyes were closed throughout as Guru-ji originally ordered. She held the Linga structure in both hands and was sucking it. She was gulping it further, but she looked so crude that I had to lower my eyes. Guru-ji was watching her closely and must have been enjoying the scene - a 16-year-old sexy teenage girl standing in front of him with a structure, which very much resembled an erect lund, in her mouth. As Shilpa was almost complete with sucking the tip part, she lifted her face and almost inverted the Linga over her mouth and more fluid trickled in her mouth. She continued to sop up the fluid and inadvertently was producing a very sexy sound, which reminded me of my married bedroom life.
I had done this oral thing for my husband only on one day and was not at all comfortable with it. The first day when my husband offered me to do this, I quivered in shame and promptly refused. He requested me the same thing on some other days too, but then not seeing my urge in this act did not poke me further. But one rainy evening, I was feeling very horny reading a novel and when my husband returned after work, I was quite eager to have sex. Apparently he was very tired and was not in the ‘mood’. That day deliberately I went for my bath late and made sure that when I got out of the bathroom my husband was on bed. I went to the dressing table and purposefully got out of my panty from under my nighty standing there, so that my hubby got a sexy view and myself also could watch his reaction on the mirror. It worked as when I came near him on bed, I noted his semi-erect tool under his pajama.
But he was visibly tired and only after a couple of kisses he was planning to sleep. But I desperately wanted lovemaking at that time. I started playing with his hair as he was lying on bed and also adjusted my nighty a bit so that my big tight boobs remained half open over my nightdress near his face. In general I am somewhat conservative on bed like most women, but that day in trying to ignite my husband was behaving shamelessly. I noticed my husband was gearing up, but definitely slower than other days and he inserted his fingers within my nighty to feel my private parts. I was myself so eager that I had already exposed my body by lifting up my nighty to mid thigh and was giving him the feel of my naked plump thighs. He was responding to me, but I found his lund was not getting erect to the same hardness that I would like. And by the time my husband switched off the lights to make more intense lovemaking, I was stark naked on bed except for my ornaments. Today I was trying to stroke and massage his cock more to get his full hardness, and probably realizing his physical tiredness he offered me to suck his cock. I did not refuse and did this cock sucking for the first time. Honestly I did not like it at all, which I also told my husband next day, but that day it worked for me as my husband was charged immediately and we had an enjoyable intercourse.
Today as Shilpa was sucking the Linga model, that day I also sucked and licked my hubby’s hard cock and his precum did make his lund slippery and the same sound was yielded through my lips, which Shilpa was producing now. Guru-ji was already chanting mantras and now he started to guide the other Linga replica from his head downwards. It appeared as if a magician doing some trick with his magic wand. Guru-ji was stopping at one place on Shilpa’s body and verbalizing mantras and then was proceeding to the next stop. First on her head, then to her neck and now further down brushing all over her back. Shilpa almost jerked as Guru-ji grazed past her full salwar kamiz covered back with that Linga. Then Guru-ji did something, which would appear very offensive to any woman.
Guru-ji had positioned himself to Shilpa’s backside now and as he slid the Linga structure to Shilpa’s waist, he pulled up the end of the freely flowing kamiz from Shilpa’s buttocks and exposed her pajama-covered round butts. Shilpa naturally was shocked and stopped her sucking process and was probably going to take out the Linga from her open mouth, but Guru-ji indicated her to continue.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, as I told you – you concentrate on what you do. And for your information, this energizing process through Linga model allows for a maximum of two cloth covers on an organ. If there are more, one must remove that. You are wearing your undergarment Beti, over that you have the pajama – a double cover already, so I had to pull up the kamiz.
Saying that Guru-ji paused to see the teenage girl’s reaction and seeing she understood, looked at me.
Guru-ji: Anita, can you please pour in some more fluid on her Linga?
Me: Sure Guru-ji.
As I answered I noted that light was falling from the opposite side on Shilpa’s back and as Guru-ji had pulled up her kamiz to her waist, Shilpa’s pantyline could clearly be seen over the thin material of her pajama. It is a fact that we girls bother very nominally about the thinness of our pajamas that we wear in a salwar suit as our pelvic and bottom areas remain covered securely with the kamiz flowing over them. But in this case, as Guru-ji had pulled Shilpa’s kamiz up, I was shocked to see that I was able to see the exact position of her panty on her ass cheeks. And Guru-ji as a male must have been enjoying her pantyline.
I picked up the bowl of fluid and went up to Shilpa and she also took out the structure off her mouth and was virtually gasping. Her eyes were still closed and due to that everything what Guru-ji did seemed more erotic. I transferred some fluid onto the replica in her hand.
Guru-ji: Hurry up girls! We are losing out on the auspicious time frame.
I went back to my position and Shilpa too inserted the Linga in her mouth and again began to lick the rod thereby sucking the fluid. All this time Guru-ji stood behind Shilpa having pulled up her kamiz till her waist revealing Shilpa’s pajama-covered full gaand. Now as she started to lick the Linga again, Guru-ji now rolled the Linga structure onto his round hips. I adjusted my position a bit so that I could see Guru-ji’s activities. I noticed Guru-ji now left the uplifted kamiz cloth and held the Linga in both hands beneath her salwar kamiz tip and was articulating mantras. His hands beneath Shilpa’s dress were constantly moving and only Shilpa knew what they were doing as I was unable to see that. The way Shilpa jerked and moved in her standing position I could guess Guru-ji must be feeling and massaging her panty covered gaand over her thin pajama.
The process looked extremely vulgar till it stopped. Shilpa for the first time was visibly uncomfortable. Why not? She is an unmarried grownup girl and if a male rolls a rod on her gaand with both hands and simultaneously she has to suck another rod, even a married woman would feel horny. Guru-ji was constantly chanting mantras and continued his energizing process. He had now come to Shilpa’s front and held the Linga model on her knees and slowly rolling up over her pajama-covered thighs. I was having butterfly in my stomach, as now Guru-ji was approaching her love spot. But unexpectedly Guru-ji called me.
Guru-ji: Anita, come here once.
I took a circular route to come down before the yagya fire near Shilpa.
Guru-ji: You hold her kamiz up and let me energize her yoni.
I was a bit taken aback hearing that word from Guru-ji’s mouth, but realized it’s a yagya process that had to be followed. It was very humiliating for any woman to have her dress pulled up and a male touching her pubic area, but it was ‘accepted’ due to Guru-ji’s presence. Shilpa also did not react much, more so probably due to my presence. I gently pulled up her kamiz with one hand from the front till her waist, but Guru-ji asked me to pull it up properly with two hands and further more. Hence I lifted Shilpa’s kamiz up a bit more exposing till her beautiful bellybutton along with the waistband of her pajama and the knot. Again due to light falling from the opposite direction, Shilpa’s panty position could clearly be assessed from the front.
Guru-ji started rolling the Linga rod with both hands on her pussy and now his mantra expressions were louder than ever. I noticed due to touches to that very sensitive part, Shilpa’s face naturally turned red and her sucking process was also ceased though she was still holding it in her mouth. As I turned my eyes to Shilpa’s pussy area again I clearly saw that Guru-ji was probing his fingers over her pajama and panty on her pussy trying to trace the slit and inserting his finger. I immediately got hardened nipples within my bra seeing that sight. With Guru-ji’s fingers openly touching her pussy over her clothes, Shilpa started to almost moan now with her eyes closed.
Shilpa: Ummmmmmmm….
Guru-ji was now practically feeling and pressing Shilpa’s pussy area with his fingers and the role of the Linga was negligible. He was kneeling before this sexy teen’s honey pot and doing this Jaagran Kriya. Shilpa was now constantly moving from her standing position and I could very well understand her uncomfortableness. But she did not have to wait long, as the process was over and Guru-ji stood up to proceed towards her another sensitive area, her mammaries. I dropped her kamiz and she looked visibly comfortable.
Guru-ji: Pour some more mixture.
I took the bowl and poured the thickish fluid onto the Linga structure not even asking Shilpa to get it out of her mouth. The fluid naturally overflowed the rod to her lips and chin and even glided down her slender neck into the top of her dress. Guru-ji by that time had rolled the Linga model through her flat stomach and was approaching her twin peaks. With a male hand groping Shilpa’s gaand and pussy area, she was now breathing very heavily and her perky breasts looked more firm and jutting out within her salwar suit. Since I was standing pretty close to her, I could clearly make out her left nipple impression above her dress and honestly she was now looking extremely tempting. Since Shilpa was not even using a chunri, things were worse.
Shilpa was gulping down the fluid, which I poured and it seemed even Guru-ji was somewhat out of place after groping every inch of this sexy 16-year-old girl because I noticed his jaws were hanging and he was himself breathing heavily now and his manhood was alarmingly sticking out through his dhoti. As expected, Guru-ji lost some composure and though he was narrating the mantras, the voice was lower, and as he placed the Linga rod on Shilpa’s youthful boobs, his fingers were directly trying to touch her kamiz-covered jiggling flesh. I noticed Shilpa had closed her eyes and Guru-ji was probably more charged by this and completely ignoring my presence, he took his left hand off the Linga rod and directly grabbed Shilpa’s left boob.
Shilpa: Ummmmmmmmmmmm…
She could not utter much, as her mouth was blocked by the Linga rod and her eyes were also tightly closed, probably in excitement. Guru-ji was now crossing the limit, I thought, groping this girl who was virtually her daughter’s age. He was now feeling the roundness and firmness of Shilpa’s left breast with his palm from the front and it looked so very indecent that I had to turn my eyes elsewhere. Guru-ji was taking undue advantage of the situation and feeling the body of this rosebud. But it was short-lived as Guru-ji quickly recovered and was again chanting the mantras loudly and held the Linga rod in both hands and rolled it on Shilpa’s breasts. To finish off this ritual, he pressed Shilpa’s round boobs with the base of the Linga rod and his act appeared as if he stamped her boobs with the Linga structure as we see post office workers do when they put stamp marks on the letters.
Guru-ji: Okay Shilpa Beti. Open your eyes. Your Jaagran Kriya is complete. Take the Linga out from your mouth also.
Shilpa: Uffffffffffffff……………..
Shilpa exhaled a sigh of relief. She was sweating profusely now I noticed standing close to the fire and also due to the male touches on her private parts.
Guru-ji: I hope your full concentration was here. Otherwise you will face ‘amangal’ Beti and also will not succeed in your exams.
Shilpa: No Guru-ji. I was concentrating.
Guru-ji: I hope so. Well, the first part of the yagya is complete, now for the next part. Anita, please get me the sanctified rope from my bag.
As I went to the other side of the fire to get Guru-ji’s bag, I heard Guru-ji saying something very shocking for Shilpa.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, if you are ready, we will get along with the next part and as per custom, the devotee needs to wear her medium’s clothing.
I turned back and saw Shilpa was looking questionably at Guru-ji. Quite natural. I was also a bit surprised. Guru-ji explained.
Guru-ji: As the medium I have put forward your plea to Linga Maharaj and now you have to authenticate that from the materialistic angle by wearing my dress and perform the rest of the yagya together, i.e. now the medium and the devotee are one and the same. Jai Linga Maharaj!
We both chanted “Jai Linga Maharaj!”, but I could clearly make out the lack of confidence in Shilpa’s voice as she jolly well understood that she needs to take off her salwar kamiz now. Guru-ji did not give Shilpa much time to think and took of his saffron cloth that he was wearing from the upper part of his body and forwarded it to Shilpa. Guru-ji’s massive hairy body was half exposed now. He was only wearing a saffron dhoti. Seeing him in that condition would make any girl frightened.
Guru-ji: Beti, don’t waste time. The auspicious time is running away.
Shilpa was standing like a dumbstruck. A grown up girl like her being asked to change her dress in front of a male probably made her so astonished that she forgot to react even. At least she got back her voice.
Shilpa: But Guru-ji, I mean… How can I wear this? This is just a shawl like cloth!
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, you are not going now to attend a party so that you need to dress up properly. This is a yagya. You need to abide by the norms. There are so many yagya you know where the devotee has to attend it fully naked. One must devote in the purest form. There is no term called shame in front of Linga Maharaj? Silly girl.
Guru-ji’s voice was firm as steel. Shilpa did not have the courage to utter a single word after that.
Guru-ji: Anita, she need not open her undergarments. You wrap it on her waist like a lungi.
I looked at Shilpa and her eyes were telling the story. She drooped her head and quietly went to the corner of the puja ghar and started opening her kamiz. She took it out over her head stretching her arms up in the air. Then she untied her pajama and started pulling it down and as she bent to pull it down, her panty covered full gaand looked so inviting that I noticed Guru-ji for a split second stroked his lund. Shilpa’s back was towards us and though she quickly tried to drape her in the saffron cloth, Guru-ji had a clear view of her undergarment clad body from the back. I stepped forward to her now and helped her cover her lower part of the body starting from her navel till her knees with that saffron cloth and tied the knot securely below her navel. Honestly I thought she would look less vulgar if she remained in her bra and panty only, but now she was looking extremely sexy, as her white undergarment was so very prominent through this semi transparent cloth.
She now came in front of Guru-ji with her eyes to the floor in shame as she was so much exposed in front of a male. Her boobs jiggled within her bra and young flesh was oozing out of her bra cups. In fact, seeing her limitless exposure in front of a male I was myself feeling uncomfortable. Her 16-year-old bubbly body looked so very fascinating that myself being a woman was getting green with envy. Her boobs looked so firm and erect within her scanty bra and her flat abdomen dancing into the thin waist and further down into her curvaceous ass appeared so captivating.
I handed the rope to Guru-ji and he bent down to tie that to Shilpa’s waist. She was so shy that she was also bending a bit towards Guru-ji to his touches at her waist. When the tying of the rope was over and as Guru-ji ascended from his bent position, his head directly collided with Shilpa’s jiggling bra-covered boobs as she was bending inwards. Guru-ji looked up and Shilpa’s pomegranate boobs were right in front of his lustful eyes. Naturally she blushed heavily and though Guru-ji said “Sorry”, I could read a different story in his eyes.
Guru-ji: Beti, hold this rope for now. Anita, please forward me the sandalwood paste once.
I took the sandalwood paste dish and handed that over to Guru-ji. He now closed his eyes and started chanting mantras. Shilpa was looking down at the floor; she must be feeling immensely ashamed to be standing only in her bra and panty in front of a male. Though the saffron veil was hanging from her waist, but practically that was nonexistent as her tiny white panty was visible like daylight. Guru-ji opened his eyes and came right in front of Shilpa and placed a sandalwood tilak (=mark) on her forehead.
Guru-ji: Now repeat the mantras loudly as I say.
Narrating the mantra he now bent again to put a sandalwood tilak on Shilpa’s navel and then squatted in front of her before her legs and pulled up the veil to make her thighs naked and then put tilak on her smooth thighs.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now we will do havan together. Havan is the procedure of eradicating inner imperfections prevalent in our being. If you are through with it, you will overcome your problem of studies.
Shilpa nodded and stepped towards the fire as Guru-ji was already there. I was standing at a distance now, not directly facing them, but watching them from the side. Guru-ji now picked up the ghee pot.
Guru-ji: Beti, now hold this.
Now Guru-ji came to Shilpa’s back and positioned himself right behind her. Now he inserted his hands through the underarms of Shilpa and he also held the ghee pot. I noticed as he did that Shilpa had to raise her both arms slightly to accommodate Guru-ji’s inserted arms. I saw Guru-ji’s strong arms were now holding the ghee pot and simultaneously pressing Shilpa’s bra-covered boobs from both sides. But the way Guru-ji adjusted his pelvis into the buttocks of Shilpa, I was shocked and doubted his intentions. Now both held the ghee pot and slowly poured ghee into the yagya fire and Guru-ji was chanting extensive mantras.
As I was viewing them from the side, I could see their every movement. Guru-ji was now very deliberately rubbing his arms on the sides her upright boobs and the touch of young firm mangoes must have ignited the passion in him, otherwise why would he start gyrating his pelvis on Shilpa’s panty-covered gaand. Shilpa also must be feeling the heat – from the yagya fire as well as this man’s hot touches. She was looking like the goddess of Venus clad only in a bikini like clothing in the arms of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now I will face you from the front and you put in your arms from my both sides to pour ghee in the fire.
Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji took out his arms from below Shilpa’s armpits and came to her front. Shilpa now extended her arms through the underarms of Guru-ji and started pouring the ghee. I noticed Guru-ji adjusted his position so that Shilpa’s boob tips were now touching his flat hairy chest. Naturally like any woman, Shilpa was also uncomfortable as her boobs were touching a male’s chest and retracted from her position, but I saw Guru-ji drew her towards him to get the proper posture. Shilpa was avoiding eye contact with Guru-ji and most times kept her eyes closed as she was repeating the mantras chanted by Guru-ji. This probably gave Guru-ji a better chance to milk her. Guru-ji was now moving his fingers up and down her tummy and to her bottoms over her panty. She was wriggling subtly as I could comprehend that Shilpa was unwilling to make her reactions to the male touch very evident. This went on for a minute and then suddenly Guru-ji stopped sounding the mantras and pulled back from Shilpa.
Guru-ji: Beti, what is this? I did warn you to concentrate on the mantra and worship only. But it seems you have not taken any lesson!
Shilpa’s face was pale. She was dumb. Her nipple impressions could clearly be seen over her bra cups and that proved certainly she was entertained by Guru-ji’s touches.
Guru-ji: You are not able to succeed in studies because you are more curious in other things, which are not a part of your concern till you are a virgin. I am very annoyed with you.
Guru-ji seemed very upset and there was pin drop silence in the room.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, please forgive me.
Guru-ji: There is no question of forgiveness on my part. That means you have throughout this yagya concentrated on your physical excitement rather than the worship. I need to tell this to your parents.
Shilpa hearing this reacted so vulnerably that she made a mess. She immediately held Guru-ji’s legs for a mercy and started crying. But she did not know this posture made her look so enticing that I had to almost take my eyes off her. Her whole back was naked except for the sheer bra strap and as she bent on the floor with folded legs, her panty was stretched by her fleshy buttocks sliding it down marginally exposing the tip of her ass crack. I figured out that the panty Shilpa was wearing must be an old one with a slackened elastic waistband. Any male would get a hard on by that scene. Shilpa’s ass crack was unmistakably noticeable over her panty through the semi-transparent saffron cloth that she was wearing at her waist.
Guru-ji: Beti, beti get up. Behave yourself.
I now had to step in and tried to get Shilpa up from Guru-ji’s feet. After much pleading she got up, but as she ascended from her bent position, she displayed her deep cleavage, the insides of her breasts, and the exact shape of her boobs, which would be enough to get a turn on for any male, any age.
Guru-ji: The only way out for completing this yagya is now the ‘dosha khandan’. Are you ready for that?
Shilpa: I will do whatever you say Guru-ji.
She was sobbing and with her exposed condition it seemed as if she was crying to get back her clothes. Guru-ji quickly went towards the other side of the yagya fire and started preparing more sandalwood paste.
Me: Guru-ji, I can do it if you say.
Guru-ji: Thanks Anita, but I can manage. You take care of her and ask her to stop weeping. She is no more a child.
I went ahead to Shilpa. She was looking so helpless from all angles – physically and mentally too. I kept my hand on her head and asked her to be quiet. I wiped her cheeks with my sari pallu and Shilpa started getting normal.
Guru-ji: Anita, is she okay now?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Fine. Now stretch on the floor here the white sari that Nandini had given you.
I nodded and obeyed him. Shilpa was standing quietly in her semi-clad condition. Guru-ji had prepared sandalwood paste in a large bowl and I was wondering what would he do with so much sandalwood! Guru-ji now stood up and suddenly opened his loin in front of us. As he did that I almost exclaimed seeing his large tool draped in the tiny brief. Guru-ji himself was quite an enormous figure and now standing only wearing his undergarment looked rather fearsome for any woman. I saw that his thick lund was stretching the cloth of his brief very awkwardly and we both girls had our eyes glued on his manhood.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, don’t panic, as this is the custom for ‘dosha khandan’. When you are offering yourself to Linga Maharaj, you must be in your purest form.
Saying that he stood in front of the fire on one leg, closed his eyes, and stretched his hands upwards in folded form and started vocalizing mantras. The glowing fire was making him look quite dreadful. I looked at Shilpa and she was still staring at Guru-ji’s underwear-covered thick lund. Following her, I also again directed my vision to the same item, unmistakably any woman’s favorite thing, and confessed in my mind that all the male penis that I had seen till that day, this was the most gorgeous, even within the underwear. Guru-ji completed the episode and opened his eyes.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, since are no more a child and you have completed 16 years of age, what you are doing as hide and seek from your parents and thereby hampering your studies, you should know like daylight.
Guru-ji was still in that one-legged position before the fire, and seeing that almost mechanically Shilpa folded her arms in the form of worship and looked into his eyes.
Guru-ji: I can clearly see the natural astonishment in your eyes Beti, which I do not see in your Anita Aunty’s eyes. You know the reason? That’s because she is married and had seen and felt the male sexual tool, which you have not.
My ears immediately got hot listening such words from Guru-ji and I simply could not look directly at him though he was not talking to me at that moment.
Guru-ji: Every girl has this curiosity about male body, their touches and the excitement, which is the normal behavior of this age, but getting diverted from you focus is a poor action and you must do a behavioral modification. And this ‘dosha khandan’ will help you do that also.
He paused and then again continued.
Guru-ji: What inquisitiveness you have today, I also had the same at your age. We males are similarly interested in female bodies, their touches, and the excitement. This is life.
The environment seemed to be getting a bit cozier now with Guru-ji explaining things.
Shilpa: You are right Guru-ji. I am unable to concentrate and all the time…
Guru-ji: I can understand that, but ought to have a talk with Nandini when you saw it was hampering your studies. Isn’t it? But actually your psycho did not allow you to do that, as you believed your parents would come up with a stick if you share such things with them.
Shilpa: You are absolutely right Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Come near me Beti.
Shilpa went up to Guru-ji and stood by the yagya fire with folded hands. Her almost naked body looked reddish in the fire flame.
Guru-ji: Do not hide anything in front of Linga Maharaj. As your medium, I am also his part. Tell me do you have a boyfriend?
Shilpa blushed and was dumb for a minute. Guru-ji patiently waited for her to reply.
Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Hmm. And I believe you are deviated from your studies mostly once you have met him.
Shilpa nodded affirmatively.
Guru-ji: How often do you meet? Is he in college?
Shilpa: Yes, he is in college Guru-ji. We meet twice or thrice a week.
Guru-ji: How long do you know him?
Shilpa: For about 3-4 months.
Guru-ji: And how far has your relation progressed?
Shilpa lowered her eyelids and kept looking at the floor. I was quite amused the way Guru-ji was craftily digging out her personal details.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, you have not done a sin that you are feeling guilty. Tell me how far it has progressed?
That was a tricky question for a girl of 16 to answer, as she had to tell how far she had allowed her male partner touching her body.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, we spend time together, I mean err… that’s all, nothing more.
Guru-ji: Have you kissed each other?
Guru-ji now started hitting directly the bulls’ eye. Shilpa after keeping silent for a while, replied.
Shilpa: I tried to protect me from doing such things, but Guru-ji believe me, the situations made me so weak that...
Guru-ji: Hmm. Where do you spend time generally?
Shilpa: In the Waterworld or in the Lumbini Park.
I was not much aware of these places, as I was not a resident of that area, but Guru-ji seemed to know the places.
Guru-ji: Lumbini Park! That’s a dirty place. Especially in the evening it becomes a den of crooks and unsocial activities.
Shilpa: But Guru-ji, we never went there in the evening, we go there after school around 4 p.m.
Guru-ji: Now tell me how situations made you weak as you said. Do not hide anything Beti. Tell everything in front of Linga Maharaj and feel free at heart.
Shilpa was now sweating and I could see beads of sweat on her naked upper half of the body. She was also breathing a shade heavier making her ample boobs ooze a bit more over her bra.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, initially it was just chatting sitting on the park bench and holding each other’s hands while walking, but as days went by I could feel the urge to get his touches. Then one day it was drizzling and we were walking under an umbrella. The bench where we sat generally was occupied that day by a couple and we sat by their side. That day I could not resist him, but it was not my fault completely.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, tell everything that happened. This is also a step towards your “dosha khandan”.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, as we sat beside that couple on the park bench, they were already quite close and soon started touching each other’s lips and in no time the man made the woman almost lie on the park bench and was they kissing feverishly. Guru-ji, they were just a foot away from us. The woman was almost Anita Aunty’s age and she was by that time in a horribly disrobed condition in the open park to the extent that I had to stop my partner from seeing her.
Guru-ji: As I said Beti, tell me everything because from that actually you got close to your boyfriend. Right?
Shilpa: Yes Guru-ji. Just imagine in the open park they were kissing and the woman’s sari pallu was flowing on the ground and one of her tits was flashing out from her open blouse and bra.
Me: In the park?
I could not stop myself asking that question.
Guru-ji: Anita, you do not know this place. Since one has to purchase tickets and go inside, there is no disturbance. Moreover there is no security inside also. Okay Beti, then?
Shilpa: Guru-ji, we both were quite excited seeing such things at such close proximity and then when he embraced me I could not resist. That was the first day, I mean I was kissed.
Guru-ji: Then?
Shilpa: We were both quite excited about our meetings and simultaneously I was getting distracted from my studies. We met, chatted and had a nice time in the Park. I could realize his temptation was growing and the silence of the Park added fuel. In the third or fourth meeting there, the kissing extended to his touches on my whole body and inside my dress. Guru-ji, believe me, each day I made up my mind when I met him that today I would not indulge in intent body contact, but…
Guru-ji: Hmm. Linga Maharaj wants to know Beti how far you have proceeded? Have you gone to bed…
Shilpa: Ssssssssssss. No, Guru-ji. Never.
There was pin drop silence in the room. Guru-ji still standing on one leg with his hands up in the air in folded form, but the bulge within his brief had grown further and was looking so very odd. It looked like a thick pole covered by a rag.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, believe me, we chat mostly, but most times there is a couple nearby in the Park doing spicy things and we get influenced also. He has touched me over my dress, but not directly… err… I mean…
Shilpa paused a little and Guru-ji threw a very indecent question at her.
Guru-ji: Have you touched your boyfriend’s tool?
Saying that he indicated with his eyes to his lund and Shilpa immediately blushed, and blushed very heavily. I was also feeling a hardening of my nipples within my blouse and bra and simultaneously felt an itching in my pussy.
Guru-ji: What happened Beti? You told your boyfriend has touched you on your breasts, but did you not touch his tool?
Shilpa nodded, negatively.
Guru-ji: Tell the truth. You are in front of Linga Maharaj.
Shilpa was again silent for a while and was looking down at the floor. Then she let the cat out of the bag.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, you know everything. Yes, he touched me inside my inner wear and I also felt his manhood. While in the Park everything was restricted to kissing and cuddling me over my dress, though at times he inserted his hand within my top, but I always tried to avoid such situations. But when we started going to the Waterworld, we got closer. As we started spending time in the pool, I could not resist when he came closer to me in the water. And under the water, he touches me everywhere over my costume and Guru-ji, I also touched and felt his tool over his brief under the water.
There was a slight pause as Shilpa took a long breath and then continued her confession.
Shilpa: Naturally I longed for his touches, but one day things went a bit too far and I immediately made restrictions on his approaches and he also told sorry to me for what he did. In the Waterpark the costume changing rooms for boys and girls are side by side and these are small rooms for individuals. On weekdays in any case the crowd in the pool is very thin and that day due to heavy rains it was very sparse. The changing room area was also very desolate and the guard was also not there probably due to rains. As I was half way done in the changing room, I heard a knock and the voice of …
Shilpa avoided naming his boyfriend.
Shilpa: I opened the door slightly and he just pushed in. I was just clad in the same way as I am now. I was about to wear the costume over my undergarments that he entered. He had already changed into his brief and he embraced and started kissing me. Guru-ji, I tried to escape, but being almost I mean err… naked, each of his touches made me so weak...
Shilpa was silent as she lowered her head.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, for the first time I got touches inside my undergarments, and so you can understand my condition. The fear factor was also working and I literally threw him out seeing no one outside the changing room and fortunately the episode was over.
Guru-ji: Did he not try to do anything more?
Shilpa: He almost tore off my, I mean…. my inner wears, but due to my strict resistance he could only pull it up halfway.
Guru-ji: And what about?
Guru-ji indicated through his eyes towards Shilpa’s panty. How outrageous! But little could this teenage girl do.
Shilpa: Yes, err… Guru-ji, I mean he pulled it down, but I quickly recovered before he could do anything more.
Guru-ji: Hmm. So he saw your choot? Did you see his lund?
I was struck by thunder listening to such direct words from Guru-ji’s mouth. Shilpa also was not prepared to reply to such direct things. It was a very clumsy situation for her, I understood. In fact I was feeling heat in my ears hearing to such a question. Shilpa could only reply after a while with a drooped face.
Shilpa: No Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: But you must have felt it with your hand in such a situation.
Shilpa: He forced me to touch his…
Guru-ji: Okay. Its good to know that you saved your virginity. But this conclusively proves Beti why you are distracted from your studies. But you also must keep in mind that before your marriage a physical relation or even a boy kissing you or touching your body are not within accepted norms of our culture and society. Right?
Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: So, you better keep distance from your boyfriend, but do not spoil the relation if you really like him. And as you have confessed your mind to me in the presence of Linga Maharaj, you are through with half of the “dosha khandan” process.
Shilpa nodded and smiled for the first time after a gap, visibly much relieved.
Guru-ji: Okay then. Anita, can you please get my Beti ready for the rest of the yagya?
I nodded, but questionably looked at Guru-ji not knowing exactly what to do now. He read my face.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now I shall alleviate you from your distraction. You were sidetracked in the mantra chanting and worshipping sessions to Linga Maharaj and now offering yourself to him, you would get rid of your indulgences.
Shilpa, not understanding anything, nodded affirmatively.
Guru-ji: Anita, stretch the sari that Nandini had given you on the floor here and apply the sandalwood paste on her body.
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I stretched the sari that Mrs. Yadav gave me on the floor where Guru-ji indicated and indicated Shilpa to come and sit there.
Shilpa: But this is not my mother’s sari.
Guru-ji: Beti, I know. I asked Nandini to buy a white sari for yagya purpose.
Me: Yes, this looks more of a widow sari.
Shilpa lied down on the white sari. Her bra-covered boobs were appearing like two peaks. I took the big bowl in which Guru-ji had prepared the sandalwood paste.
Guru-ji: Anita, now you can take that cloth off her waist.
Shilpa reluctantly lifted her buttocks and I pulled off the last decent clothing from her body. Though her white panty could clearly be seen while she was draped in that cloth, still it must have been giving this 16-year-old girl some comfort in front of Guru-ji. Now she was in an absolute two-piece – clad only in her bra and panty. She immediately kept her right hand on her panty to save some honor. I took the sandalwood paste in my right hand and started rubbing it on her forehead and cheeks. Then completing that I came down to her neck and her upper chest area. The color of sandal and her wheat-colored breast area were as if complementing each other. I naughtily put some sandalwood in between her bra cups in her cleavage. Shilpa was not even in a position to smile at this point.
Guru-ji was sitting now in front of the yagya fire and had his eyes closed. Seeing that Shilpa raised her head slightly to tell me something.
Shilpa: Aunty, why am I being rubbed sandalwood on the whole body?
I nodded negatively to her whisper. Then she asked a very obvious question.
Shilpa: Aunty, shall I have to remove my… ?
Shilpa asked indicating towards her undergarments and I really had no reply to that because if the doctor ordered, no way she could shun that. Shilpa probably understood what I meant from my facial expression and put her head back on the floor. I had completed layering her abdomen with the paste and her body was filled with the sweet fragrance of sandalwood. Now I started rubbing the paste on her naked thighs and I could feel she was shivering to my touch on her bare skin. I noticed Guru-ji had opened his eyes and shouted “Jai Linga Maharaj!”
Me: Guru-ji, do I need to rub it on her back also?
Guru-ji: No, only on her frontal part. Thanks Anita. Now you can sit aside.
Guru-ji alighted from his sitting posture and his manhood was still very awkwardly poking out of his brief. His gigantic naked hairy body was looking rather fearsome in the glow of the fire. He came and sat by Shilpa. I noticed Shilpa had already closed her eyes. This time I noticed Guru-ji was proactive in his approach. Shilpa was lying in front of her on the white sari wearing only her bare necessities. He threw some flower petals on her body and chanted some mantras and went towards her feet.
Guru-ji: Beti, first I will wipe your “dosha” from your body surface. You remain in the same position as you are. I will do the needful.
Shilpa remained silent and I was shocked to see Guru-ji now kneeling over her feet and started licking her and giving her no chance to react or move, he gripped her naked legs firmly with both hands and was licking up the sandalwood that I had massaged on her moments ago. His tongue was sticking way out and briskly moving on the sexy teenage girl’s smooth skin. Naturally her body was mildly shaking with each stroke of Guru-ji’s wet tongue on her legs. I could see her fisted hands and she was clenching her teeth to control her emotions. The male wet tongue must have made her libido flow, which was just about very natural in any female.
I could very well understand Shilpa’s condition. She was an unmarried girl and myself being a married woman and vividly experienced about sex still gets a shiver each time my husband did this act. Though not a very regular feature in our conjugal life, but my hubby had given me this pleasure a number of times. One thing I don’t like about my husband’s approach while licking my naked legs and thighs is that he wants to do this making me fully nude on bed, but I prefer to enjoy this being in at least some kind of clothing. It’s probably my natural womanly shyness, which compels me to think that way, because when am allowing a man to sniff my thighs, its most likely that I am naked in his arms, but my problem is that when my husband skims his lips and nose on my legs, his hand constantly rubs and pulls my pubic hair, which makes me very, very uncomfortable. Hence for me it is always a better experience in this sort of love making if I am wearing a panty, but seldom could I do that.
Guru-ji was very eagerly licking the sandalwood off the well-formed legs of Shilpa. His hands were kept on both sides of her legs to keep his body balance. I could see the prick within Guru-ji’s brief getting stiffer and more prominent. Quite natural, I thought. He might be a god-man, but a human after all. Guru-ji was already up around her knees and his tongue was gliding and sweeping her well-formed thighs. Her teenage skin was naturally very taut and I thought Guru-ji surely was having a wonderful time. Guru-ji now gave a halt and chanted some mantras loudly and then again became engaged in licking the naked legs of this sexy teenage girl lying on the floor in a bikini as if. Shilpa remained stationary in her posture with her eyes tightly closed and a fully blushed face. As Guru-ji was nearing her panty-covered crotch crossing her marble like thighs, he lifted his head to say something.
Guru-ji: Uncross your legs a bit Beti.
Shilpa opened her eyes with a question mark on her face. I was certain that she could realize that if she spreads her legs, Guru-ji would surely put his head between her legs. She was naturally very hesitant.
Guru-ji: Beti I need to perform the act properly. You must unfold fully before me and not shy at all.
I was watching all along. Shilpa very reluctantly uncrossed her legs before Guru-ji’s eyes, but he was not fully satisfied and Guru-ji somewhat forcefully parted Shilpa’s nude legs creating a triangular gap between her legs. Before she could say anything, Guru-ji shouted “Jai Linga Maharaj” and placed his head near her love spot and started licking the inner sides of her milky white thighs.
Shilpa: Uhhhhhhhhh! Guru-jiiiiii!
Guru-ji paused again and lifted his head.
Guru-ji: Beti, just keep recite this mantra in your mind and do not concentrate on your physical emotions.
Saying that he gave a six-word mantra to Shilpa and she started murmuring that while Guru-ji continued his sexy act. I could see Guru-ji’s tongue lapping up the last bit of the sandalwood from Shilpa’s upper thighs. Guru-ji’s mouth was now dangerously close to her panty and Shilpa was visibly very uncomfortable and was shifting and moving on the floor. Guru-ji’s nose was poking her now at a position, which always remain covered by clothes – for that matter not only for her, for any woman, for me also. Guru-ji’s tongue was now actually roaming on her upper thighs, very up, just below her panty and even if a girl wears a miniskirt, this part of her body would surely remain covered, and to have a male tongue and nose probe that area would surely make any woman go crazy in excitement. Shilpa was no exceptional and she was giving out moans and screams loudly.
I noticed Guru-ji avoided touching Shilpa’s love spot, but made Shilpa more crazy, as he shifted his attention to her sandalwood paste covered navel and belly. At the same time, now Guru-ji was almost over Shilpa’s body also and the scene definitely would remind me my husband climbing my body on bed for a steamy intercourse session. I was myself breathing very heavily now seeing all this in front of my eyes and I felt the same tightness slowly again within my bra when I was enjoyed by Mr. Yadav an hour back. I would never forget the way he molested me in the toilet and the way I jerked made him masturbate to save myself getting fucked.
Guru-ji was now almost complete with his licking the middle part of Shilpa’s body. Now as he proceeded further, he was stretching his body on Shilpa’s tender body and things were really looking very hot. Though Guru-ji was chanting mantras from time to time, but my focus was now fully physical. Shilpa was murmuring the mantra, which Guru-ji gave her minutes ago, but how can a girl concentrate on anything else when a male is licking her body? He now completed licking Shilpa’s neck and shoulder and was almost over her face. For the first time, I noticed Guru-ji placed his body weight on Shilpa lying on the floor and he started licking gently her forehead. The sandalwood was briskly vanishing as Guru-ji’s tongue was slurping her skin.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji uttered this and now did exactly as my husband would do on bed, i.e. placed his full body weight over Shilpa’s body and with some slight adjustments made sure his lund was exactly over her panty-covered honey pot! Guru-ji’s heavy flat chest was now crushing her bra clad budding boobs as his body lay over her. The way Shilpa was uncrossing her legs I could easily realize that she was fully excited by this continuous male intrusion on her body. I tilted my head a bit to see the whole scene and saw Guru-ji held Shilpa’s face with both hands. Shilpa’s eyes were closed. And, then Guru-ji slowly proceeded to meet Shilpa’s lips! Guru-ji was kissing Shilpa. Initially like any woman, Shilpa was a bit hesitant, but probably due to Guru-ji’s personality, she succumbed in fear and respect.
The kiss was slow, but long. I was sitting and watching all this with a dry throat, honestly wanting to be touched again, but obviously not the way Mr. Yadav treated me. I could still feel his lips on mine when he was enjoying my youthful body in the toilet. Seeing I am not watched I scratched and rubbed my pussy a bit over my sari and adjusted my sitting position and parted my legs a bit. Guru-ji on the other hand was making very definite moves. The kissing was complete and Guru-ji lifted his head off Shilpa’s wet lips. Shilpa was virtually gasping for a breath after being kissed by a personality like Guru-ji. Her face though depicted she enjoyed the lip lock, but the fear and astonishment was also telling on her face. Guru-ji now pulled his body off her body and sat beside him.
Guru-ji: Beti, now I will help you relieve from all distractions and “dosha” from your mind and body. I noticed you were shivering while I was cleaning your lips. Why? What are you afraid of Beti?
Shilpa: Err, yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Why Beti, did you got afraid when your boyfriend kissed you? I must follow the “dosha khandan” norms of the yagya, otherwise Linga Maharaj would be unhappy and not only you, I will suffer in life too. So, instead of being afraid, you just relax Beti.
Shilpa just nodded her head. Guru-ji continued.
Guru-ji: For example, just see how long you have been in this two piece garment? You were feeling shy and afraid initially, are you feeling that much shyness now? No. So, do not bend your mind on these aspects, just worship the mantra that I gave you in your mind and let me do whatever is needed to clean your soul.
Shilpa looked visibly very shy again, as Guru-ji reminded her that’s she is only wearing her bra and panty and nothing else and a pair of male eyes was watching her constantly. She could not answer anything.
Guru-ji: Yes, I know there is a ‘but’ in your mind and that’s why you are getting distracted each time. I want you to attain that ultimate level so that your distraction ends.
Shilpa: How Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Just close your eyes, murmur the mantra, and respond to my actions. No ifs, no buts, no questions. Okay?
Shilpa nodded not knowing she actually signed the visa for Guru-ji to enjoy her sexy virgin body.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Beti, close your eyes and worship the mantra again and again till I say to stop. In “dosha khandan” the next step is to wipe out the salt off your body. Anita, can you pass me that bowl please.
I was not prepared for any command from Guru-ji at this stage and was not expecting he would look at me also. I fumbled a bit, as I was then feeling and pressing my nipples over my blouse with my right hand, actually quite turned on seeing Guru-ji’s hot acts with Shilpa, but tried to quickly recover.
Me: Yee. Yes Guru-ji.
I alighted quickly and picked up the bowl of herbal water from beside the yagya fire and went in front of Guru-ji. He took the bowl, but indicated with his eyes towards my gaand. I was heavily surprised at his gesture. I looked with a question mark on my face at him and he without spending a word turned me slightly by holding my thigh area towards my right side and with his hand pulled out my sari that was tucking in my ass crack. I virtually flushed, as I was feeling so ashamed to be caught and corrected like that so openly by a male. Since I alighted quickly from my sitting position I did not remember to straighten the sari over my hips and my sari remained tucked in my ass crack as I walked before him. I very well knew I look pretty much indecent when this happens, more so since I possess a rather heavy gaand. I turned red naturally in shyness like a newly married bride standing before this Godman and my eyes automatically dropped towards the floor.
It was not the first time this has happened though I try to remain alert in most instances when I stand up from a prolonged sitting posture, but there were occasions when I missed, like today. The other problem especially for me as I mentioned before is my panties not fitting properly on my buttocks and slipping into my ass crack, which fosters this. Once I remember I went to the market via a bus and got the window seat and when I alighted from the bus I was unaware that my sari had tucked within my ass crack. That day also my panty must have slid into my deep ass crack and I loitered the whole market like that and every male must have had a feast for their eyes with my swinging heavy hips making the scene more alluring. I was made aware only when a female customer at a cosmetics shop alerted me. But honestly, never ever in my life did a man have the courage to indicate me that my sari was sticking in my ass - not even my husband. I believe my husband must have seen me doing daily household chores many a times and once or twice when I was unmindful ‘this’ must have happened, but…
Wait! Wait!
Then did he purposefully not alert me and watched me walking in front of his eyes with my sari tucked in my ass crack? ‘Rajesh! You naughty brute’, I murmured within myself.
I came back to my senses as Guru-ji started narrating mantras as he sprinkled the water on Shilpa’s body and indicated me to get back to my position. In no time I noticed Shilpa’s body got wet and Guru-ji was cleaning the last bit of sandalwood off her shinning naked skin. It seemed someone was buttering bread with a knife, as Guru-ji’s right hand effortlessly worked on her almost naked body. Shilpa remained on the floor in the lying position with her eyes closed, but was shaking just a little to the touches of Guru-ji on her thighs, navel, belly, and neck. I noted her bra and panty were getting wet as Guru-ji was sprinkling ample water on her body. Now I could clearly see her nipple impressions over her semi-wet white brassiere. She must be quite heated up through Guru-ji’s prolonged licking. The watering episode was over.
Guru-ji now was watching Shilpa intently sitting just beside her on the white sari spread on the floor. I observed Guru-ji looked down and feasted his eyes under Shilpa’s deep cleavage. Her fair and taut skin, being watered, looked shinning and very, very inviting. Now Guru-ji was on his knees and balanced with his hands on the floor on both sides of Shilpa’s body and bent down over her face. What would he do I wondered? He gently touched and kissed both her ears. I saw Shilpa’s whole body trembled to his touch. Then his lips grazed down her cheeks and moved to her neckline and kissed her all over my neck. Shilpa was gasping now and her legs getting gently parted. I was pretty sure now what was in store for this teenage virgin girl.
I was no doubt enjoying this sort of a love scene. Guru-ji then kissed Shilpa’s hands. His lips grazed her whole naked arms, one by one, up to her armpits. The kissing and touching was very slow. I could see Shilpa breathing very heavily now because I feel this was for the first time she was touched by a male in her lying position wearing such scanty dress. Guru-ji completed this process touching her navel, thighs, and knees. Then he sat down near her legs and took Shilpa’s left leg in his lap. I saw Guru-ji’s lund was very erect by now within his mini brief and he deliberately made Shilpa’s naked foot touch his lund!
He closed his eyes for sometime probably feeling her feet on her covered manhood and then lovingly did the same to her right leg. Then what Guru-ji did would make any woman go wild with excitement. He simply lifted her feet and started licking the sole of her feet!
Shilpa: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Guru-ji. Please.
Shilpa uttered in ecstasy, which was very natural. She was moving her hips on the floor forcefully with each of Guru-ji’s tongue stroke on her foot sole and with her foot up in the air in Guru-ji’s hands and her hip gyrating, the scene looked utterly vulgar. I had to drop my eyes for a moment, but action continued. Guru-ji did the same process with her other foot and Shilpa must have been already wet within her panty. She had her eyes closed – I was not sure what the exact reason was – may be in shame or in sexual delight or both.
I observed Guru-ji acted cleverly and did not give Shilpa even a moment to respite and made her stand up. Shilpa could not meet my eyes and was looking at the floor. Guru-ji’s now positioned himself right behind her. Very clearly, his erect manhood was poking Shilpa’s bulging ass cheeks. Guru-ji encircled her with his large muscular arms feeling her upper belly region. I noticed Guru-ji was whispering something in her ear, which I was unable to hear. Shilpa stood motionless with her eyes tightly closed and lips murmuring, probably the mantra Guru-ji told her to narrate in her mind. Guru-ji’s fingers for the first time crawled on the most sensitive part of a female body, her love spot. Guru-ji was slowly moving his fingers on Shilpa’s panty covered pussy. Shilpa leant back on Guru-ji’s body and seeing the scene my nipples were then and there rock hard piercing the fabric of my bra. I subtly adjusted my blouse and bra to be somewhat comfortable.
Guru-ji by that time had made Shilpa more uncomfortable by unhooking her bra, which resulted in a weak protest from her.
Shilpa: Guru-ji please, I am feeling so …
Guru-ji: Beti, you must have the mental makeup to sacrifice physically to Linga Maharaj. And what is the shame in front of me? I hope you are not feeling any discomfort due to your Anita’s presence?
Now as Shilpa made the slightest movement within Guru-ji’s arms, her open bra was accenting the jiggling of her youthful mammaries.
Shilpa: No, no, am okay in front of aunty, but…
She was still leaning on Guru-ji’s body while speaking and Guru-ji was also replying while moving his fingers on her lower belly region. That was the height, I thought.
Guru-ji: Beti, this is not the first time I am executing this “dosha khandan”. Isn’t it? What is your age? 16 or 17. Women of your mother’s age during “dosha khandan” has to open their undergarments in front of me. That’s the norm Beti. And if they don’t shy, why are you getting so withdrawn?
Shilpa: But…
Shilpa was still trying to put up an argument, when Guru-ji suddenly inserted his fingers within her panty and started scratching her pussy area.
Shilpa: Ouch! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The scene was extremely hot and now Shilpa was virtually struggling and gasping with an open bra and a male hand within her panty front. Guru-ji was executing each step very tactfully.
Guru-ji: Beti, if you really feel very shy, do one thing. Close your eyes and keep your arms crossed over your yoni.
I was amazed to see Guru-ji advising the girl with his hand inserted within her panty. Shilpa was still not convinced, which was natural a girl for her age.
Shilpa: No, no Guru-ji, I can’t…
Saying that she did something, which was very unexpected. She turned towards Guru-ji and hugged him and buried her face in his flat broad chest in shame. Guru-ji had to take out his hand off her panty and could not react for a moment, but recovered quickly.
Guru-ji: Beti, don’t feel shy. See your aunty is smiling at you.
Definitely I was not smiling. But as Guru-ji and Shilpa both turned to me I had to smile and say something.
Me: Yes Shilpa…
I could not say anything more. In fact, what would I say? ‘Yes, go ahead, open your undergarments and become naked.’ How can I say that to a female, being a woman myself? Though Shilpa was by then virtually naked with her open bra through which all the beauty of her twin boobs were very evident and her panty just clinging somehow to her trunk. Guru-ji completed my incomplete sentence.
Guru-ji: Now that your aunty also nodded, you should not feel shy anymore.
Saying that he distanced himself from Shilpa and honestly she looked hopeless. She stood with her head down, fully open back with the bra strap and hook almost vanishing below her armpits, and arms crossed to cover some dignity.
Guru-ji: Beti, don’t waste time. Open your undergarments. Get naked.
Shilpa remained static and Guru-ji repeated his order with a stern voice.
Guru-ji: Nangi… I said.
Shilpa slowly started peeling off her open bra from her attractive breasts and when she dropped her bra to the ground, her boobs looked like two fresh pomegranate bokey. Her boobs were very tight and they were handful in size and looking very sexy with the standing pink nipples on them. I noticed Guru-ji was seemed enthralled by their beauty – afterall, naked boobs of a 16-year-old girl and that too of a girl like Shilpa, who possessed a very developed figure.
Then she bent a bit and started pulling down her panty from her waist. The scene was extremely alluring for any male, I know, as when we women do this, our boobs hang like pendulum in the air. Personally I always try to avoid this, even while changing in front of a female, as I look very awkward especially with my hanging mammaries. Shilpa looked damn sexy in that posture and I saw Guru-ji’s lund was growing in strength within his brief and it was looking absolutely like a tent. Ultimately she got out of her last clothing and stood stark naked in front of Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: That’s like a good girl. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Saying that he almost jumped to Shilpa’s naked flesh and hugged her. Shilpa’s naked body was shivering at his touches, which was visually very evident. Guru-ji knelt down and buried his face deep in her belly. He was rubbing his face there and Shilpa started to moan, naturally. Guru-ji was now getting excited with every move and feverishly licking all her flat smooth stomach while his hands were caressing and squeezing Shilpa’s naked ass cheeks. Shilpa also now slowly initiated responding to this Godman’s sexual desires. She gradually put her hands on his head, for support I guess.
My eyes were popping out seeing this naked skin show. Guru-ji’s hairy and muscular body was already naked except for his mini brief holding his erect penis and now this 16-year-old girl with a very developing figure had not a thread on her body! I watched Guru-ji putting his tongue in her navel and was circling it making Shilpa go wild in excitement. For me it was an unbelievable experience. I had never seen such lovemaking LIVE, if I could term it. Guru-ji quickly was up again and now he focussed to the most obvious thing, Shilpa’s twin peaks. Her tight hooters were in front on his eyes and very near his lips. Guru-ji’s mouth remained wide open for a while looking at her tight boobies. He put his mouth to one of her boobs and straightway started sucking the nipple and with the other hand did what men loves doing the most – squeezed her other boob.
Shilpa: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My god! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!
Naturally Guru-ji’s heavy dose of squeezing and licking had made Shilpa, like any woman, go wild in stimulation. Guru-ji virtually attacked Shilpa’s jiggling young naked boobs with his mouth, lips, tongue, and hands. This went on for some minutes leaving Shilpa panting. Guru-ji was not at all giving a chance to Shilpa for a breather and was onto his next act. Now his right hand moved to her round ass and continued squeezing them till they turned red! After that he hugged her again and probably to give himself some breathing space. He hugged her tight and her boobs were crushing against his chest. Shilpa also, I saw, wrapped her hands around his neck and Guru-ji’s both hands were caressing her naked scratch-less back and firm buttocks.
Guru-ji pushed his pelvis against her pussy and pulled her closer to him. Clearly now Guru-ji lund was knocking on her bare choot. Guru-ji now slowly made her lie down on the sari on the floor and he followed suit lying on top of her. Guru-ji was now openly kissing Shilpa on the lips and was also licking her face, kissed her neck and of course was cupping and crushing her twin mangoes at his free will. I was getting restless now, as Guru-ji was spending plenty of time on this and my condition was getting torrid by the moment. I felt like uncrossing my leg widely and scratch my pussy. My bra was getting tighter seeing the steamy action in my front, but I could not open it also to make free my firm balls.
Shilpa: Aaaaaaah! Oiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Guru-ji probably gave a hard bite on Shilpa’s boob and hence such a reaction from her. I thought in my mind, which male would leave this opportunity when he has got such a sexy girl completely naked under him? Guru-ji was now going down from her boobs and I saw that Shilpa’s both breasts were glistening with Guru-ji’s saliva and her nipples were absolutely upright and taut. In fact, my position was also not far way from Shilpa in terms of nipple erection if I open my blouse and bra now. They had also raised their heads fully within my tight bra. Guru-ji quickly was up to his next subject and his tongue started probing the young girl’s pussy area.
Shilpa: Nooooooooo. Noooooooo. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.
Shilpa’s request fell to deaf ears as Guru-ji held her both hands with his strong muscular hands and vehemently licked her pussy area through her thin pubic hairs. He kept licking and licking and kept moving down inserting his tongue into her pussy now. Shilpa practically went mad in excitement and was squirming left and right on the white sari on the floor and kept moving her naked ass up and up. As Guru-ji’s head descended from her pussy towards her milky thighs, I could see her pussy juices shinning on her inner thighs. Shilpa was moaning very loudly now and I doubted the sound would go outside the room. But since the puja ghar was at a remote corner of the house, there is little chance it would go to her parent’s ears. She was jerking more her ass in the upward motion in order to meet more of Guru-ji’s tongue.
Now it was time for Guru-ji to show his erect and thick manhood to Shilpa and of course me who was the spectator and my eyes almost popped out seeing the thickness of his lund.
Me: My god! What size!
I mumbled to myself. Shilpa must have fainted if she saw that. Alas! Guru-ji doesn’t have a wife, I thought; she would surely feast on that proud manhood each night. Guru-ji became completely naked by throwing his brief to the floor and it landed just inches away from me and I could see the orange brief was wet with stains of precum. I could not take away my eyes off his lund, as it was so stout and looked like a polished rod. It must be at least 8-9 inches clean in length. Before coming to ashram, I had only seen my hubby’s erect prick, but after coming to ashram I have seen and felt more than one male tools, but I am sure this looked the ‘best’. Shilpa was not in a position to see Guru-ji’s open lund, as she still had her eyes closed. A virgin girl would not know actually what that lund meant to me, a married woman, who has taken a male dick many a times. Involuntarily I was twisting my tongue on my lips seeing Guru-ji’s open jiggling pole, but as soon as I realized that, I felt so shy about my shamelessness. I was pretty sure that Guru-ji’s penis would tear Shilpa’s cunt apart.
I could sense that the lovemaking of Guru-ji and Shilpa was reaching the climax. With his hands he started spreading her legs further and lifted them as well. Guru-ji now held her legs up and put them on his shoulders. Shilpa had to open her eyes to this act. She looked at Guru-ji and instantly dropped her eyes in shame. Guru-ji twisted and pinched her nipples once casually as if he was cuddling the cheeks of a baby! He brought his upright dick near her choot, adjusted the tip onto the right hole and very slowly initiated to push it inside.
Shilpa: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Loud moans were coming out of Shilpa’s open mouth and she held Guru-ji’s hairs in ecstasy. Since Shilpa was a virgin, Guru-ji naturally could not enter at the first attempt. He spread her cunt lips with one hand and holding his penis with other hand, pushed it harder and this time and a very loud scream came out of Shilpa’s mouth. Guru-ji quickly glanced at the closed door of the room and then quickly kept his mouth over Shilpa’s lips to shut her screaming. I could realize it must have been a very painful experience for the teenage girl, more so due to this mammoth piston trying to enter her hole. I am pretty sure that even matured experienced women would fumble taking this tool within their holes. Guru-ji was careful enough not to hurt too much to Shilpa and was stroking very gently and kissing her continuously and simultaneously twisting her nipples to get the maximum discharge off her pussy.
Shilpa: Ooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ufffffffffffffffffffffffffff!
Shilpa was struggling near Guru-ji’s heavy stature and writhing in pain. Their nude boides about to copulate looked like heavenly bodies in the golden glow of the yagya fire. I was almost mesmerized by the scene. They both were sweating profusely in the heat of the fire and their won body heat due to the sexual act. Guru-ji now was increasing the thrust and while Shilpa constantly moaned and cried I noticed drops of blood on the white sari below Shilpa’s bottom. I could well realize that her virginity was broken. Guru-ji did not stop for a moment at her screaming and slowly pushed his dick into her vagina more and more. Shilpa was struggling as if like a chicken when cut in a meat shop. I was feeling pity for her as I could very well realize the pain taking that huge tool into her very tight pussy. After quite some time Shilpa seemed to be enjoying Guru-ji’s strokes and the white sari was red with bright blood from Shilpa’s pussy. I was spellbound seeing the scene, the first time I saw an intercourse session in front of my eyes. Guru-ji had also shifted his mouth off Shilpa’s lips, as she was feeling less pain and screaming less. I saw Guru-ji’s huge palms were covering both her erect boobs and were being kneading heavily as he pumped into her.
Guru-ji was now gasping for the first time and I realized he was loading off his semen into Shilpa’s honey pot. Shilpa was again moaning in sheer ecstasy. I remembered my first sexual experience with my husband and that night I also had a tremendous experience of fun, pain, tears, and excitement like Shilpa had today. But honestly I missed Guru-ji’s stout piston, as my husband’s tool was just a normal 6-inch erect penis and certainly not as ‘healthy’ as Guru-ji’s. Both their bodies now came to a halt slowly – utterly exhausted – both were sweating profusely in the heat of the yagya fire. Guru-ji’s body lay over Shilpa’s nude 16-year-old stationary body after the long sexual act was complete and they both had their eyes closed.
My mind was again and again hovering around Guru-ji’s manhood, as I had never seen such a thing in my life! It was not that I had not seen pron VCDs, which my husband used to bring, but the penises of the actors there were no match to Guru-ji. Even in the desi CD, which I watched in Shilpa’s bedroom, when the camera zoomed on the male actor’s genitals for some seconds, I noticed he possessed a mediocre sized penis like my husband. In its full form, which I saw as he was about to pin Shilpa, his bare lund was so stout, firm, and bursting, and the penis bulb was so broad – I could not obliterate that off my eyes! I was feeling so very hot and uncomfortable, as my panty was soaked with my juices and my globes very taut and firm within my blouse.
Noting that both Guru-ji and Shilpa had their eyes closed, though Shilpa was still moaning in her lying position, I quickly once scratched my pussy over my sari though I was simply feeling like fingering it. Then I lowered my sari pallu for a moment and adjusted my bra to breathe a bit easy. A thought had already started to bug my mind although I knew myself being a married woman, I should refrain from such taboo thoughts, but it kept hovering my mind. My want was simple – to have Guru-ji’s healthy lund at least once in my choot.
I rebuked myself for thinking in such derogatory lines and only thinking about my physical pleasure rather than the original motto of coming to the ashram of being treated for pregnancy. How could I be so dishonest to my husband Rajesh who loves me so much? Whatever I had undergone in the ashram recently I believe was part of the treatment. Yes, I agree during that process I behaved very shamelessly to undress in front of unknown male and I was touched, groped, and fondled by more than one male. But that was treatment afterall as per Guru-ji’s instructions, which I could not deviate from. One error I can accept is the affair with Uday crossing the limits of normalcy and beyond Guru-ji’s directives, as I was rather carried away by Uday’s physique and personality. I reorganized myself talking within me and tried to control my desire.
Guru-ji alighted from his lying position; he was still stark naked and even in the unexcited position I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. I was looking at that intently and suddenly as I raised my eyes, they meet Guru-ji’s eyes and I immediately lowered my eyelids in shame. Didi Guru-ji caught my gazing at his bare manhood? He alighted from his position and showing his naked ass to me performed a ‘pranam’ to Linga Maharaj and the yagya fire. Shilpa was now trying to get up and I thought I should help her. She was lying naked on the white sari with ample stains of bright red blood. I do not have words to describe her condition. Guru-ji’s semen was still flowing out of her pussy and into her thighs. I took a white cloth and approached her.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now you are pure. “Dosha Khandan” is complete. I think you will not have the distractions you were having prior now that you know what the secret is.
Shilpa was not in a position to answer anything, as she could not yet have recovered from the fact that she has lost her virginity moments ago in the hands of Guru-ji! I wiped her body especially her boobs, lips, and her pelvic region. Guru-ji handed me a bowl of hot water and I cleansed her pussy area in a minute, which was covered with blood, Guru-ji’s semen, and her own juices. Then I washed her face, her swollen boobs, and thighs and I could realize she felt refreshed. As I cleaned her, I was getting the same mixed odour from Shilpa’s vagina that I get from my pussy after my husband completes fucking me on bed.
Guru-ji: Anita, first use this patch in her vagina and the pain will go and then give this pill.
Saying that Guru-ji handed me a tube, which was a gel to be applied in her vagina and a tablet for her to swallow. Shilpa recovered remarkably from Guru-ji’s medications in some minutes and I helped her to stand erect on the floor. Guru-ji was getting dressed and I quickly took a last peep at his banana before it was covered by his brief and saffron dhoti. I could not stop transmitting a breath of shyness. Shilpa probably was used to nakedness now. She was a 16-year-old girl with blooming assets, but was not much bothered about her completely bare body in our presence. But I was feeling very awkward, as Guru-ji and myself were fully dressed. I picked up her undergarments first to get her cover her private parts.
Shilpa: Aunty, please.
She seemed unwilling to wear her inner wear.
Me: But Shilpa, you must wear this. Other people will soon come here.
Saying that I pointed to her bra, but Shilpa nodded her head again. I could realize she was thoroughly exhausted.
Shilpa: Aunty, my whole body is aching. Ufff!
Me: But Shilpa, how can you go without a bra in front of others. What will you parents think?
Guru-ji: Beti, you aunty is speaking sense.
Shilpa had no other option but to agree to wear her bra. I put her white bra on her young jiggling boobs and then helped her wear the salwar kamiz. Guru-ji removed the blood stained white sari from the floor and everything looked so normal again!
Nothing much happened in Mr. Yadav’s house after that, though the landlord did not miss one last opportunity to take hold of me before I left his house. But before that episode, we all had the ‘prasad’ together, which Sanjeev had cooked. It was delicious. Mr. Yadav was drunk, but was not ‘out’. He thankfully did not misbehave. Mrs. Yadav visibly looked pretty happy and why not? The way she was involved in lovemaking with Sanjeev, I wonder when I was in the puja ghar during Shilpa’s fucking, what those two were doing!
I was having a difficult sleep throughout the night and was distracted time and again by the royal fucking that I saw before my eyes. Oh! What a size! I recapped again in my dream about Guru-ji’s erect penis and I was calling that in my dream with the name of “Lund Maharaj”! I got up early in the morning as Guru-ji had mentioned that we would move off from Mr. Yadav’s place early. I went to toilet and got refreshed. Near about that time there was a knock at the door and I heard Sanjeev’s voice. I opened the door slightly as I was wearing only my nightdress and no undergarments beneath.
Sanjeev: Madam, we are ready. You come down to the dining hall.
He went away and I got dressed and went downstairs. I could see Mrs. And Mr. Yadav along with Shilpa and Guru-ji there. All were present.
Mrs. Yadav: Good morning. Hope you had a nice sleep.
I nodded and took my cup of tea.
Guru-ji: Nandini, you were saying you wanted to place a Hanuman deity in the puja ghar. I think Sanjeev can guide you where to place it and which way to face it. Sanjeev, if you can please…
Sanjeev: Most certainly Guru-ji.
Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. We will be back in 5 minutes then.
Guru-ji: Sure.
I saw Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev left the dining hall and Mrs. Yadav looked more than happy to get this chance to be with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to be looking at their departure path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav’s swaying hips under her tightly worn sari. Shilpa appeared to be unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must have hid that fact from her parents.
Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?
I nodded negatively.
Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?
Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.
I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.
In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.
Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.
I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.
Me: Wow!
That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.
Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…
Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.
Me: Ouch! You…
Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.
Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?
I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.
Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.
I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.
Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!
If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Mr. Yadav was gripping my left boob very firmly and his fingers hungrily feeling each inch of my young breast within my blouse. Instantly I got a very huge turn on as his thumb was directly pressing on my nipple under the cover of my bra. I almost sighed in ecstasy and momentarily closed my eyes in excitement. Mr. Yadav was an experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced his thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my left nipple again and again.
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.
The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.
I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.
Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?
I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.
Me: Will he come here?
He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.
He almost whispered in my right ear.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.
Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…
I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.
I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.
“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”
We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.
I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!
Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.
He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.
Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.
He whispered in my ear and I almost buried my face in his broad chest in anxiety. There was silence then for some moments. The song started again.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
And this time it was very close to us. Mr. Yadav hugged me very tight now probably out of nervousness. I also cooperated and did not struggle at all. But his movements made me very confused. He was clearly feeling my twin blouse-covered mangoes on his chest the way he was thrusting his chest on my firm round flesh. Mr. Yadav also started pushing his pelvis into my crotch. I could very clearly feel his lund over the clothes poking my lower abdomen or upper thighs. And with his free hands he was very slowly cupping my gaand over my thin petticoat fabric. How could a man behave like this if he was nervous of being caught?
I controlled my reaction and took my hands backwards to shrug off his palms off my gaand. As I tried to catch his hand, he slid his palm on my smooth buttock flesh and continued like that as if I was playing with him! The scoundrel! He had kept the crutch balancing on the wall just beside him and playfully moving his palms on my gaand and at the same time pressing me and making sure I stick to his body. As my hands were behind, my body bent more towards Mr. Yadav and I could jolly well realize he was thoroughly enjoying the full pressure of my firm boobs on his chest. I realized it was of no use trying to stop him that way, as he was playfully grazing my full ass cheeks as I struggled to catch hold of his hands.
Me: Will you behave yourself?
I reacted in a rather loud voice, but instantly made a face by projecting my tongue out partially that I had made a mistake by speaking aloud.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, my darling. He is gone!
Oh! That’s right! I could no longer hear the humming of the song anymore. The gardener must have been away.
Me: Ouch! Hey! Stop! Stoppppppppppp!
Before I could even get back my hands from my hips, that bastard simply pulled up my whole petticoat above my waist and grabbed my naked plump thighs with both hands. I got back my senses and instantly tried to refrain him from doing that, but by that time he had made my entire legs completely exposed. Before he could repeat the same act as he did in the bathroom, I tried to regain my confidence to fight him back because I knew very well that next he would surely try to pull down my panty.
Me: Listen, I will shout if you do not stop!
I was very firm in my voice this time. Mr. Yadav stopped for a moment; my petticoat still in his hand, lifted around my waist, and my white panty clearly visible under my raised petticoat. Unfortunately he did not take me seriously and tried to hug me again. But this time I did not show submissive attitude as I could well realize that this animal would not leave me without inserting his lund in my choot. I raised my hand to slap him and right at that moment –
“Kumar! Kumar!”
It’s Mrs. Yadav’s voice. Probably she was calling from a distance. And the change in Mr. Yadav was worth watching. He left me as if he was electrified, and snatched his crutches from the wall, straightened his clothes, and went towards the temple door. His face was almost pale and he visibly looked very nervous hearing his wife’s voice. I smiled within myself seeing his condition and realizing my sari-less condition was also not appreciable, quickly draped the sari round me and adjusted my blouse, etc. to look decent.
The rest of the time I spent in Mr. Yadav’s house is not worth describing and we got back to ashram by the car in another hour or so. In the car as we conversed I noticed Guru-ji behaved as if nothing happened yesterday night and was not exhibiting the minimum slice of shame that I saw him completely naked fucking that 16-year-old girl. Even Sanjeev, I caught him almost red-handed with Mrs. Yadav, but he was now behaving so casually! I was myself feeling a bit ashamed to even have eye contact with Guru-ji thinking of last night’s incident, but he seemed pretty oblivious!
Guru-ji: Anita, you have reached the climax of your treatment now. Take rest and mentally prepare yourself for the ultimate, the Maha-yagya. Come down to me after lunch and I will share you the details.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I went back to my room, had breakfast, took my medicines, took a long bath, and closed the door and rested on my bed. Lying on my bed I was trying to figure out what’s in store for me now, as Guru-ji said I have reached the ‘climax’ and Maha-yagya was the ultimate treatment for me. I did not know when my eyelids closed thinking on that line and woke up at the knock on the door. It was Nirmal. He had come with my lunch. I felt so very dejected, as I was having a pleasant dream. My husband and I were out for a vacation at a nice unknown place and we were throwing snow at each other and while doing that I fell and he quickly held me and then was kissing me. Right at that moment this dwarf knocked in!
I was in fact feeling rather drowsy and asked him to keep my lunch on the table, as I intended to take it later. I noticed Nirmal was looking at me, specifically not at my eyes, probably due to his short height, but in no time I realized why he was staring at me. I was rather careless about my dress code, as I opened him the door, and his attention was focussed on my nipple impressions on my nighty. I was wearing no undergarments at that time and sensing that I virtually instructed him to move off, as I wanted to take rest for some more time. With an unhappy face he left my room. I closed the door and went to the toilet to check myself in the mirror.
Oh! My God!
Both my nipples were swollen to their full size and their impressions were clearly perceptible through the fabric of my nighty. I blushed seeing myself like that and understood that the reason for Nirmal’s staring and unhappy face. I pulled my nighty over my breasts a little so as to conceal my nipples impressions, but as soon as the fabric touched my globes, my erect nipples again showed up and definitely I looked quite sexy and alluring like that. It must have been the effect of the dream. As I got out of the toilet, I was smiling within me thinking about my husband’s hug and the time I spent with him in my dream. I went back to bed and grabbed the pillow between my thighs and closed my eyes and tried to recap the dream. Alas! I could not reconstruct it properly and after some time got up dejected and had my lunch.
Wearing a fresh set of sari, blouse, and petticoat with a fresh pair of undergarment, I was almost ready to meet Guru-ji in his room when there was a knock again. I opened the door and Nirmal again stepped.
Nirmal: Guru-ji is calling if you are over with your lunch.
Me: Yes…
He did not allow me to complete.
Nirmal: Oh! You are already! Madam, Sanjeev asked if there is anything to give for washing.
Me: Yes, but…
I checked myself, as I knew I had my yesterday’s dress to be given for a wash, but honestly I did not want to hand it over to this dwarf because not only my yesterday’s sari would go for a wash, but also my blouse, bra, and panty.
Nirmal: But what Madam?
He inquired innocently. The nitwit. I quickly thought of telling him a lie to avoid handing him over my dress.
Me: Oho! Actually in the morning I handed them already to Sanjeev.
Nirmal: But Madam, I checked the boiling herbal water and there was only Meenakshi’s few clothes, no other female-wear.
I was in a fix now, what to reply?
Nirmal: Today actually Sanjeev has taken off and I am doing his duties.
I could very well understand that my lie was caught by Nirmal and hence I had to try an alibi.
Me: Oh! No. I mistook with yesterday. You are right. I did not hand over my laundry today.
Nirmal smiled and I also artificially smiled back.
Nirmal: Madam, if you tell where they are, I can pick it up. You don’t have to then touch yesterday’s items again.
I did not know what to say and agreed to him, as there was no logical way out now.
Me: Okay thanks. They are in the toilet, right corner.
Nirmal smiled again and went to my toilet. I followed him though there was no need to do that. The dress I wore yesterday to Mr. Yadav’s house was lying in a heap at the toilet corner. I was feeling so clumsy in that situation. Thankfully I was standing at his back. Nirmal readily started picking up my bunched sari from the floor along with the petticoat. He kept my sari on his right shoulder and my petticoat on his left. I was watching him from the toilet door. I was feeling so awkward and released a sigh, as now even a blind man could see my white brassiere and panty resting on the toilet floor in an entangled form along with my blouse. Nirmal bent down and picked up the whole lot and turned towards me. I was not prepared for that and was so, so irritated by his teeth coming out seeing my inner wears. He faced me and was trying to take out my bra from its jumbled position with the blouse.
The crook! He had to do all that before me!
I could see my bra strap somehow got tangled with a blouse hook and not realizing that he was trying to pull my bra off. I had to step in.
Me: Hey, what are you doing? This way you will break the hook.
Nirmal looked amusingly at me though I was least amazed. He probably realized the problem and then took out my bra strap off the blouse hook and said something, which irritated me from my nose to toes.
Nirmal: Madam, actually I did not realize that your bra was struck in your blouse hook. You cautioned me timely Madam, otherwise I would have unknowingly torn your blouse hook.
Saying that he held my bra in one hand and my blouse in the other as if showing me that he had safely separated them from the tangle. Nirmal made things even worse for me because while he was separating my bra from my blouse, the panty slipped from his left hand to the toilet floor.
Nirmal: Oh! Sorry Madam.
Out of reflex action I bent to pick that up and I was feeling so very clumsy handing him over my rolled up panty. Before coming to this ashram, hardly had I came across such a situation where I have to hand over my undergarment to a male. In my residence I always wash my own undergarments, which was one good habit grown in me by my mom from my teenage years. So the question of handing over my inner wears to the dhobi never arose. Even I never ask my husband to hand me over my undergarments from the wardrobe or even after sex on bed I make sure that my used bra or panty are in the toilet first thing in the morning so that my husband do not get a chance to inspect them. On the first day in the ashram I remember I had to hand over my washed undergarments to Sanjeev for a herbal wash. That was still acceptable, but this dwarf’s behavior was irritating me to the limit.
Nirmal now looked at my panty closely. Actually it had rolled up like a twisted thick rope, which happens majority of the time not only for me, but also for other females. And as it was due for a wash, I did not care to straighten it after I had open it in the morning after coming back from Mr. Yadav’s place. Never in my wildest dream did I think that Nirmal would pose things so awkward for me.
Nirmal: Oh! Madam. It’s all rolled up.
I had nothing to say to this deliberate indicative remark and simply lowered my eyelids and was biting my lips with my teeth in shame.
Nirmal: Let me straighten it, otherwise it wont get properly cleaned. Madam, can you hold these for a moment?
I was simply dumbfounded and speechless. A man was asking me to hold my bra and blouse while he intends to straighten my panty! I just involuntarily put forward my right arm and held my blouse and bra. Nirmal now with both hands was getting my rolled up panty to its proper shape. Seeing that I felt like dying.
After some more embarassesing moments, Nirmal completed his noble task of straightening my used panty and was at last out of the toilet.
Nirmal: You can go to Guru-ji now Madam. He has completed his lunch.
He departed the place with an equally irritating smile holding my undergarments in his hands. I also followed him closing the door of my room to Guru-ji’s room.
Me: May I come in Guru-ji?
Guru-ji was sitting on a couch and Sanjeev was also there in the room.
Guru-ji: Come in Anita. I was actually waiting for you.
I came in and sat on the carpet where Sanjeev was also sitting. He was entering some figures in a notebook from some chits. I performed a pranam to Guru-ji and he gave me the usual ashirvad saying “Jai Linga Maharaj”.
Guru-ji: Anita, since I have to attend a devotee meeting after some time, I will go to the subject right away. I do not have much time now. As I told you Maha-yagya is the last step to attain salvation from your problem of not getting pregnant. It is a tough process and you will be challenged from all angles to complete it. Only you devotion can take you through. You should only aim at the gifted fruit, which you will bear in your womb after Maha-yagya.
I was almost mesmerized by his talks. Guru-ji’s loud, reverberating voice was making me confident too. I nodded.
Guru-ji: The Maha-yagya path is difficult for any woman to undergo, but eyeing the sweet reward at the end, you should prepare yourself. There are a few steps in Maha-yagya and as you pass each phase, you are nearer to your goal. It’s an acid test for your mind, body, and patience. If you have faith in me and in Linga Maharaj, you will surely attain your destination.
Me: I will surely do that Guru-ji. At any cost, I want to…
My voice chocked in as the pain of being childless suddenly was engulfing me.
Guru-ji: I can understand your pain Anita. You have successfully come so far and with Linga Maharaj’s blessings you will surely complete Maha-yagya successfully.
Guru-ji was silent for a moment.
Guru-ji: I know it is very difficult for a married woman like you to accept other males touching your body, but my treatment process is such that you have to accept it. Child bearing is related to sexual organs, isn’t it Anita? So how can I bypass them during the treatment? If I do not get a measure of your discharge, if I do not know if your vaginal passage has any blocks or not, how can I assess the next steps of the treatment?
I nodded to Guru-ji like an obedient student. In my ignorance, I was actually giving the nod for my majestic fucking in the ashram.
Guru-ji: That’s why on the very first day I asked you to shed off all inhibitions and shame. And today when you have traversed half way, I would ask you to be bold enough to undergo the Maha-yagya.
Guru-ji again halted for a split second and then went on explaining and unfolding Maha-yagya before me.
Guru-ji: What I mean by ‘bold’ is not to do a courageous act Anita, but be mentally bold to accept any situation. Though you have already proved that, but Maha-yagya might demand an extra yard of shamelessness from you. Actually what is a shameless act to you is a regular act for us. For example, yesterday in Kumar’s house you must have thought wrongly about me being naked and having sex with Shilpa, but that’s how tantra goes.
I avoided eye contact with Guru-ji out of natural shame. My ears were already getting hotter.
Guru-ji: When I took tantric diksha under my Guru, we were a total of five, out of which two were females and at that time it was a must to remain naked throughout the process. So you can understand…
I again avoided direct eye contact with Guru-ji and was breathing a little heavier now. Guru-ji was looking at my eyes while he continued talking.
Guru-ji: So, Anita, what I would again stress is – rather than focussing on your bodily condition, converge on the process that’s going on. Then only you can achieve the eventual. Got it?
Me: Yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now as I told you before Maha-yagya is a two-night affair, , which will start tonight from 10 p.m. You will take rest tomorrow daytime and get ready for tomorrow night’s concluding part of the yagya. I will not get into the detailed steps of the yagya right now, but will unfold to you as we proceed. Okay?
I nodded again.
Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev can you see if all the devotees have come or not? Then I can make a move.
Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.
Sanjeev closed his notebook and went outside the room. Now I was alone with Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: So Anita, as I mentioned, the Maha-yagya and the tantra philosophy are not formulated in recent times and are age-old and tested and hence its modus operandi demands disciples to be in the purest form while performing it. But keeping in mind that today men and women from cities and towns are also seeking its benefit, we now-a-days allow the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” (Paridhan=dress code). Previously, let me make this very clear again, it had to be done in the nude form, both the participant and the executor.
Guru-ji gave a pause probably to see my reaction. I was trying to guess what I would be allowed to wear and already feeling thirsty vaguely speculating about the “Maha-yagya Paridhan”. I wanted to ask him what the ‘paridhan’ would comprise of, but was searching for words to build up the question. Guru-ji as if read my mind!
Guru-ji: Anita, I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it. But again, as I said a number of times, your focus should be on your goal and not on other things.
Me: But still Guru-ji…
Guru-ji: I know Anita you will be curious. But focus should be worshipping Linga Maharaj, that’s all. Rest all, leave it on me.
Saying that he smiled and was about to ascend. Honestly I was by then pretty concerned regarding this “Maha-yagya Paridhan”.
Guru-ji: I need to move off now. By the way, I hope you don’t have any reservations to give measurements to Master-ji?
Master-ji! Oh No. Not again! Instantly I remembered my humiliating episode at the hands of Master-ji and Ramlal and I almost flushed.
Me: But Guru-ji, can I not wear…
Guru-ji: Anita, the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” is a very special attire made of exquisite cotton, which is not available in the market that you go and just buy it. How can you ask such silly questions?
Guru-ji almost grudged. I did not want to annoy Guru-ji at any cost at this crucial juncture, as I knew he is my savior to my pregnancy goal.
Me: Am sorry Guru-ji. I should have understood that.
Guru-ji: You will be surprised to note that Master-ji will stitch your dress today itself and within 10 p.m. You prepare yourself mentally for the yagya and let him do his job. He will be there at your room at 2 p.m.
I nodded and had to alight from my place on the floor, as Guru-ji was all set to leave the room. Though still I had the million-dollar question in my mind, but due to Guru-ji’s towering personality I was unable to voice it to him.
Guru-ji: You can leave now.
I had no other choice but to leave his room and went back to my room. My mind was intrigued by the curious thought about what this “Maha-yagya Paridhan” would be, but Guru-ji did not give any clue. I tried to recap what Guru-ji said regarding the dress, but the only statement I could recollect was ‘I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman’. How could I assess about the dress from this remark? I could realize that it will not be a full-fledged dress like a sari or a salwar kamiz, but something shorter than that surely.
Me: Eureka!
I said to myself. Suddenly a thought came to my mind and I was sure I could get a clue. I thought about asking Meenakshi about it because I will certainly feel uncomfortable to ask about it to any of the males in the ashram, but Meenakshi was a safer bet.
Me: Meenakshi! Meenakshi!
She was in her room and asked me to come in. She was sitting alone on the bed doing some stitching. I went ahead and sat on the bed.
Meenakshi: So, how was your trip to Mr. Yadav’s place?
Me: It was okay. Actually I have come to ask you something.
She smiled and looked inquiringly at me.
Me: Actually as you must be knowing Guru-ji will perform Maha-yagya for me and…
Meenakshi: yes, yes I know.
Me: Yes, and he briefed me just now regarding that.
Meenakshi: Any problem?
Me: I mean, err… Actually Guru-ji was referring about the Maha-yagya Paridhan…
Meenakshi: So?
Me: No, actually I wanted to know what that dress is.
Meenakshi: Oh! But you seem to be pretty much anxious about it.
Me: Yes, as you can understand that I will have to remain in that dress throughout the yagya, so…
Meenakshi: True Anita. This is a problem with we females. Males can actually remain in just a brief throughout the day, but we cannot.
I felt I got someone at last who could realize my shyness being a woman herself.
Meenakshi: Anita, I cannot provide you a very hopeful scenario, as Maha-yagya demands for total devotion and purity of body.
Me: Yes, Guru-ji was also saying likewise.
Meenakshi: Still I can assure you that these two areas will remain covered.
Saying that she indicated with her right hand towards her breasts and pussy area over her sari and smiled naughtily at me. Definitely I was a bit relieved hearing that and smiled back, but still I was visibly anxious. Seeing that, she kept the cloth she was sewing, bent a little towards me, and twisted my right cheek forcefully with her fingers.
Meenakshi: Don’t worry my dear. Let the suspense remain about your dress.
She burst out in laughter and I also was chuckling at her behavior.
Meenakshi: Hey, how long you have been married?
Me: 3 years.
Meenakshi: Oh! God! Then your husband must have enjoyed you 300 times, isn’t it?
She was laughing incessantly and my ears were turning red at her direct verbal poking.
Meenakshi: You still have any shame left? Where do you keep that my dear?
We both guffawed on the bed at this.
Meenakshi: I am thinking to suggest Guru-ji, as per the norm of tantra, not to allow any clothing for married women in Maha-yagya.
We were still laughing, as I pinched her on her hand at this remark, and frankly my anxiousness had diluted a lot.
Meenakshi: Jokes apart, you now simply relax Anita.
She paused a bit and we adjusted ourselves to sit properly on the bed again. Meenakshi’s pallu had almost fallen over her boobs and I could see the huge cleavage being exposed. More so as the top hook of her blouse was also open. I also pulled my pallu properly.
Meenakshi: Leave aside silly issues like this Anita and just worship to Linga Maharaj so that you get the desired fruit.
Me: You are right Meenakshi. I should only concentrate on that. Only I know how many nights I have only wept silently…
We both were silent for a moment and then after some casual talks I left her room and went back to mine. Its already 1:30 p.m., so I was approaching the time when Master-ji would come. I had a faint cloud of irritation again in my mind thinking of facing Ramlal again. Honestly I did not digest the humiliation he did to me verbally and physically. I still remember his very direct and vulgar commentary like
‘I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarried females can also produce milk.’
‘What a gaand you have Madam. It’s so smooth and firm.’
And how can I forget Ramlal’s naked erect dick before he masturbated! I was already feeling tightness in my blouse and I quickly tried to concentrate elsewhere. But hardly did I get the time, as there was a knock on the door.
“Already!” I thought and opened the door. Master-ji was there with his ever-smiling face.
Master-ji: Madam, I am back again!
I smiled back to him and welcomed him to my room. There was an unknown face with him whom I had not seen before.
Master-ji: How are you Madam?
Me: Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too.
Master-ji: Madam, this age does not allow remaining in good health. Only a day before I had fever, now am fine though.
Me: O I see.
Master-ji: I hope Guru-ji has briefed you about my coming.
Me: Yes Master-ji. But who is he?
I pointed out to the boy accompanying Master-ji.
Master-ji: Actually I have stopped keeping Ramlal for measurement purpose, but have kept this boy who is learning sewing and stitching and helping me in taking measurements.
I was so relieved hearing Ramlal will not be here while Master-ji takes my measurements that I uttered a “Bah!” Master-ji looked inquiring to me and I quickly recovered the situation.
Me: I mean this boy can learn quickly from an expert like you.
Master-ji nodded while he kept his notebook and pencil on my bed. The boy was standing by the bedside with a carry bag.
Master-ji: True. He is a keen learner and he questions a lot, which is a good trait of an apprentice.
Me: But what happened to Ramlal?
There was no need for me to ask this question, as it unnecessarily brought some talks that made me severely uncomfortable with this 60-year-old man.
Master-ji: Madam, what would I say to you.
He paused a little and looked at the boy.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, can you bring me a glass of water.
Deepak: Sure Master-ji.
He went out of the room to get the water and Master-ji came closer to me.
Master-ji: Madam, I did not want to tell this in front of this boy, after all Ramlal is my brother.
I was getting quite curious.
Me: But what happened?
Master-ji: Actually Madam, we have to go to town for orders and one of our distributors there last week referred me to a rich customer of his shop who wanted to stitch some English type clothing and she specifically wanted an aged tailor. So my distributor recommended me and I went there. Naturally my brother was also accompanying me. When we met that Madam though she initially was hesitant to give measurements in front of Ramlal, but ultimately agreed. But you know what that swine did?
I was looking inquisitively at Master-ji and I could realize my heart was beating just a shade faster, as I was getting more and more curious as Master-ji was narrating. It seemed Master-ji was also quite encouraged seeing my interested face, which I should have avoided, as this led to Master-ji giving more detailed portrayal of the event.
Master-ji: Madam, you know, she wanted a hip-hugging gown for a party and while taking measurement of her hip circumference I was unable to get the exact assessment over her clothes and hence asked her the sari at least. Initially she was not in agreement, but later reluctantly gave consent. I told that Madam not to open the whole sari, but to lift it over her petticoat so that she was comfortable, but unfortunately she was unable to get her sari properly picked up from the standing position, so I asked Ramlal to do that. He picked up her sari and stood exactly behind her while I was taking the measurement over her petticoat. When I took my hands behind her hips for measurement, Madam what should I say about this brute; he is my brother, he was in fact poking his lund into that Madam’s gaand!
Me: What?
I controlled myself a bit.
Me: You mean he opened his pant and *@#%?!?!
Master-ji: No, no Madam, what are you saying! He just opened his pant-zip and took out his …
I nodded quickly to indicate that I know very well what a male can take out opening his pant zip and avoided Master-ji to use the male manhood term in front of me. I was getting rather keen to know what happened next and continued gulping Master-ji’s commentary.
Master-ji: Probably that Madam did not realize initially, as she might have thought since Ramlal was holding her sari bunched up at her backside, his finger must have been touching her gaand. I was so shocked at Ramlal’s behavior that my fingers were trembling. At that very moment that Madam suggested that she wanted the hip measurement a little loose, as she would not be wearing the regular undergarment below her gown, but would wear an under-pant and she also mentioned that if the gown was too tight, it would be very apparent. I agreed to her and started re-measuring her hips, but was in much tension seeing my brother’s outrageous acts.
He paused a bit and looked at the door to see if Deepak was back, but he was not. I was now holding the bedside and was dying to rub my pussy once hearing such a lewd event, but could not do so in front of this male.
Master-ji: Madam, I was really frustrated that day seeing his deeds. Is this the way to behave to customers! Anyway, as I was saying, as I sat down in front of that Madam and took both my hands to remeasure her hips, Ramlal pointed out that as the ceiling fan was revolving in full swing her petticoat was flying somewhat, he would hold that also. That Madam did not see any problem to that, but that brute instead of just holding to the cloth of the petticoat with two fingers so that it does not fly, he pressed it to her gaand and held it there with his palm.
Just a little pause again and this time I shamelessly scratched my pussy area for a second in the name of adjusting my sari. Master-ji did note that and smiled. My ears were getting hotter.
Master-ji: And Madam, there was no escape. The moment Ramlal pressed his palm on her gaand to hold her petticoat, she was looking visibly uncomfortable and within the next one minute I did not know exactly what happened, but only heard a thrash.
Slap!
She started howling with anger and more so seeing my brother’s open pant-zip. She threw both of us out immediately. Thankfully his husband was not present in the house that day; otherwise we would have been beaten up surely. Just imagine my condition - at this age, this sort of humiliation.
I shook my head in disapproval to Ramlal’s lewd act.
Master-ji: I did not talk to him for one whole day, and Madam, I decided not to allow that swine in any of my measurement work any more. He will only do cutting and sewing.
Me: Very wise decision Master-ji. A beast.
Master-ji: I apologize to you Madam that I allowed him while I took your blouse measurements. But Madam, everyone is not like him. Actually that’s the reason I have taken this new lad Deepak who…
Master-ji was interrupted as Deepak entered the room with a glass of water. Master-ji had the water, though I was feeling thirstier! Master-ji handed over the empty glass to the lad and was getting ready to start with his work as I saw him taking out the note book, pencil, thread, scissors, etc. from his bag.
Master-ji: One good thing has happened Madam.
Me: What?
Master-ji: Last time Madam you did refer to that problem, which I was unable to address at that time, but will surely fix it this time.
I instantly remembered that I did mention to this aged tailor about my panty problem, which in most cases slides into my ass crack after sometime of wearing it. Very frankly I did want to get to a solution for this prolonged problem, which was more chronic after I gained some additional weight on my hips after marriage. It’s not that I did not refer this problem to the local shopkeeper from whom I generally buy undergarments, but he only suggested me to change the brand. I did that a number of times, but to very little effect. Since this was a very personal matter and my local tailor did not stitch undergarments, I felt shy to express such a problem to him and was adjusting like that only. Though honestly it was quite uncomfortable a feel for me, as in the crowded bus or in the busy market, whenever I brushed against any male, his hand would directly feel the roundness of my ass globes beneath my sari as if my panty was nonexistent! Moreover, my buttocks being heavy, they jiggled more without the panty wrap on my broad ass cheeks.
I was seriously eager to solve this problem and Master-ji being an aged man and experienced tailor, I did not hesitate to discuss about my problem. Though there was the presence of a third person, Deepak, but he was rather young, looked hardly 12-13 years of age, and I sort of ignored him and was eager to get to a solution from Master-ji.
Me: Yes, yes Master-ji, its bugging me now for a long time. And you know I feel so uneasy…
Master-ji: I can understand Madam. Since I stitch panties I know what is the root cause. Your main issue is that your panty slips off your hips. Right Madam?
Me: Exactly.
Master-ji: Which brand do you use?
Me: Currently I am using ‘Daisy’.
Master-ji: Daisy Normal?
I nodded.
Me: Do they have any other variety?
I was amazed to see myself talking so frankly about my undergarments to a male, but frankly as Ramlal was not there, I was very free today. I could not stand that rascal. Deepak was gulping the conversation between my tailor and me.
Master-ji: Of course Madam. Daisy Normal, Daisy Teen, and Daisy Mega.
Me: But I thought they only have variety in prints, Normal and Floral.
Master-ji: Madam, you see, the shopkeeper will always push the brand in which he gets maximum commission, but you must be selective which suits your need.
Me: But I never knew that. What’s the difference Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, as you can guess from the name, Daisy Normal is the normal size panty with the normal cuts, which you use actually. Daisy Teen is…
I interrupted Master-ji and tried to act smart.
Me: … for the teenager girls. Okay, that way.
Master-ji: No, no Madam. You got it wrong. Daisy Teen is not for young girls, but the name refers to the size and the cuts of the panty. This panty is smaller in size than the Daisy Normal and the cuts are also higher. You can also wear Daisy Teen Madam, nothing to do with teenage.
Me: Oh! I see.
Master-ji: Actually when orders come to me Madam, I also have to stitch to the various demands, like Normal, Teen, Mega, MIG, and so on. Each company has a different name to call their female customer’s demand.
MIG?!?! What was that? I thought to myself, but was quite pleased by Master-ji’s thorough knowledge regarding his trade and was now more open while talking leaving aside my female shyness.
Me: And what’s the Mega one?
Master-ji: Madam, Daisy Mega would actually be appropriate for you as you have very fleshy hips. That product is actually meant for women with large round buttocks, like you, badi gaand wali.
I lowered my eyelids and my ears were hot instantly getting such a direct remark from this aged man. Master-ji was looking at my sari-covered bottoms from the side and I saw the apprentice boy Deepak was also looking at my ass! In trying to deviate from the current topic, I asked something which was suspended at the back of my mind.
Me: Okay. But Master-ji, you referred something called MIG, what is that actually?
Master-ji: Madam, that’s another panty type of the Diana Company. Have you heard of Diana bra and panties?
I nodded negatively because I had not heard of that company.
Master-ji: Madam, MIG is a Diana product, which I cut and sew on a regular basis. It’s a modern panty and popular among upper class in the cities.
Me: What does MIG mean?
Master-ji: MIG is actually a shortened form of “Meager” and hence as per its name Madam it’s a very skimpy item. Prints are like floral, plain, and textured. The MIG panty rear is very small and the cuts are also very deep with stretchable elastic bands. Additionally it has a nylon net in the front of the panty, which gives it a very appealing look.
Master-ji smiled indicatively and gave a pause. I was visibly uncomfortable by his description, especially with the “nylon net in the front”. I could jolly well realize that the lady who wears this MIG panty has her pussy almost open as the nylon net obviously would be exhibiting more rather covering and I could not stop myself exclaiming.
Me: Who buys such an item?!?
Master-ji: Madam, you might not be aware, but world has gone a long way! I have got a very positive feedback regarding this MIG panty and salesman from Diana company say though buyers are mostly newly married girls, but middle aged women also form a significant clientele.
I was really shocked to know such data from this tailor. I was already breathing heavily and my ears and face were all hot, as if I was asked to wear that MIG panty! But little did I know that Guru-ji had kept surprises sexier than this MIG panty.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, lets get back to the basic issue. So you use the Daisy Normal brand and your problem persists with this also like the ones you have used earlier. Right? Madam, I think there are two areas, which if corrected, you will not have this uneasiness any more.
I looked at him with inquiring and enthusiastic eyes.
Master-ji: Only two things Madam, firstly, your panty rear has to be stretched and secondly, your leg cuts need to be tighter with good quality elastic bands – that’s all.
Me: O! It’s that simple!
I could not stop expressing my feelings and a sigh of relief.
Master-ji: Experience, Madam, experience.
Master-ji smiled and I felt pretty much assured that my panty problem would now surely get solved. But one point I never anticipated that to correct my problem I have to virtually do a full ass-show in front of him!
Master-ji: Madam, I hope you will not mind if I address that issue a little later and start with my core job of Maha-yagya Paridhan.
Me: Sure Master-ji.
Though I said that, but I was in complete darkness about my dress for the Maha-yagya and was honestly anxious about it still, but did not reveal that expression on my face.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, bring the notebook where the drawings are there. Madam, I know you Guru-ji must have briefed you, but just have a look at the drawings once before I start taking actual measurements.
I was actually more than eager to see that and went ahead towards Deepak who had the notebook in his hand. He opened a page and Master-ji stood to his left and I was to his right side and zoomed into the open page. I saw there were four drawings in that page – a blouse, a skirt, a bra, and a panty. Honestly I felt quite relieved to see the blouse and the skirt, as I was really unsure how much revealing the Maha-yagya paridhan would be. I clearly remember Guru-ji’s words: “… I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it…”
I sighed a breath of relief and was now quite comfortable to go ahead with the measurement part.
Master-ji: Madam, as you can see this Maha-yagya paridhan is a two-piece costume with undergarments and based on that I have made the sketches like I do for regular blouse cuttings.
Me: Okay.
Wait, wait! The sketch of the bra on paper looks so very different from the one I am wearing right now under my blouse! What’s that?
Master-ji: Madam, would you mind if I explain the clothing and the techniques of measurements to this lad while I work? It will be immensely helpful for this apprentice, but I know it would be boring for you.
Me: No, no it’s okay.
I was actually quite encouraged by such a proposal by Master-ji. I thought instead of asking my tailor directly about my bra, which would always be uncomfortable for me being a married matured woman, if he explains to his apprentice, I can get my necessary information.
Master-ji: Thanks Madam. Deepak Beta, for the next half-an-hour pay all your attention on Madam and see how I take the measurements. And as I always say, ask questions if you are in doubt of anything.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji. I will keep my focus on Madam.
I was a bit taken aback by this statement of Deepak and looked attentively at his face, probably for the first time. He looks pretty young, hardly 12-13 years of age, and it seemed to me he remarked that innocently. The thing, which I was most impressed about him, was that he was never staring at ‘wrong’ places of my body. So I thought to ignore his comment.
Master-ji: Good. Now Deepak, see here. The first two drawings are Madam’s undergarments, but they are not the common bra or panty that we daily sew.
Deepak: Yes, Master-ji. I noted that. The bra does not have any straps and has three hooks at the back. Normally what we supply only has a couple of hooks.
Master-ji: Right. This is a strapless bra and to give additional support to the cups, there are three hooks at the back.
Oh! I thought to myself. It’s a strapless bra. Honestly I had heard of that, but never wore such a thing. Nor did I see any of my friends to wear that. To tell the truth I was a bit excited about that, as by then I was feeling reasonably relaxed seeing that the Maha-yagya paridhan comprises of a choli and a skirt. I can admit now that I thought from Guru-ji’s words, as he said this yagya was to be performed naked, the clothing would be more scanty.
Master-ji: And also you must have noticed that the panty is partially double layered.
Deepak: Yes Master-ji, I have noted that in the drawing.
Master-ji: Actually the deviations are there because the dress is meant for the yagya. Madam, I must tell you that I have little to adjust or modify in this dress, as I have to abide by Guru-ji’s directions about this Maha-yagya paridhan.
Saying that he turned the page of the notebook and showed me some scribbling, which were actually instructions about the Maha-yagya paridhan from ashram. It was not possible for me to read that illegible handwriting.
Me: Okay. I also cannot violate Guru-ji’s words. So whatever he has asked you to stitch, I have to wear it.
Master-ji smiled and swayed his head in agreement.
Master-ji: So Deepak, we will leave aside the undergarments for now. Since the choli is sleeveless, you subtract the sleeve cloth at the very beginning when you cut from the roll. Madam’s size is 32 and so you take the normal 32-size blouse sleeve to deduction.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji.
Both males looked at my breasts as if to assess my 32” boob size. I dropped my eyelids momentarily to avoid their stares.
Master-ji: Madam, the cloth I will use is very special and costly. Guru-ji never compromises on quality. This is almost like the famous Muslin cloth – milky white and very soft. Deepak, show the cloth to Madam once.
Deepak readily handed me a piece of white cloth and when I checked that I had to admit it was really, really soft.
Me: It’s truly very soft and light.
Master-ji: You will feel great wearing it, I can guarantee Madam.
I handed back the cloth to Deepak and he kept that in his bag. I suddenly noticed that his hand shape, the visible arm veins, and wrist width were like a grown up teenager and definitely not a 13 year old boy’s! I was confused, as his face looked so innocent.
Master-ji: Please stand here under the light.
As I took a couple of steps and stood at the most illuminated part in the room, I was wondering how to know exactly how old is this Deepak. I tried to chat with Deepak trying to get
Me: Deepak, what do you do apart from this job?
Deepak: I work part-time in a bookshop in the evening and doing apprentice under Master-ji.
Me: Oh! I see. How many brothers and sisters are you?
I generated normal conversation and from that tried to reach my goal. As I knew that for measurement purpose I had to do some exposing before Master-ji, but I wanted to be sure that I can ignore Deepak considering he is a little boy.
Deepak: I have two sisters, both elder than me and married.
Me: So you now look after your parents.
Deepak: Yes Madam, but from next year my wife would also look after them.
I was simply stunned to hear that!
Me: What? Your wife?
Master-ji: Madam, in villages, they get married very early.
Me: But how old is he?
Master-ji: He is 18.
O! My God! He is 18 years old. That means he is as good as a Class XII boy and by no means a class XII boy can be considered ‘innocent’. And he is going to get married next year! Master-ji noted my surprised looks for Deepak.
Master-ji: Madam, he looks young because of his absence of beard and mustaches.
He laughed aloud and Deepak was also smiling shyly. I was not at all amused and was rather uncomfortable knowing that Deepak was an adult. The person who is going to get married next year can be a ‘lad’ in the eyes of Master-ji, but in no way for me. The problem is, at this juncture I could not even tell Master-ji that am feeling shy to give measurements in front of Deepak, so had to keep silent.
I saw Master-ji coming up near me with a measuring tape, which was missing last time when he took my blouse measurement and it was so very embarrassing as he touched me directly with his fingers over my blouse on my developed breasts.
Master-ji: Madam, you must be surprised to see the tape in my hand. True, as I told you before, I rely on my fingers and the thread for measurement, but since this is a special dress, I have to abide by Guru-ji’s orders.
I giggled, but was definitely happy to see the tape.
Master-ji: Madam, if you could please remove your pallu…
I knew it was on the cards, but prior I was not that concerned because I was treating Deepak as a boy, but now the situation was different. I had to reluctantly drop my sari pallu off my breast and I held it in my left arm. I tried to ignore Deepak, but knowing that I was watched by a grown up boy, I was feeling very clumsy. I could see my butter-coloured breasts oozing out on top of my blouse with at least an inch of creamy cleavage clearly visible to both these males present in the room. I noticed Deepak’s eyes were riveted on my blouse covered ripe mangoes and as he met my eyes he quickly turned to his notebook.
Observing that my breathing became heavier. I could only shuffle a bit, as Master-ji was standing too close to me adjusting his tape. I was by then fairly conscious within myself, as I was about to get male touches on my body during the measurement process. Honestly I was quite at ease in front of Master-ji, probably because he was aged and had already seen my body more than desired. But the fact that an 18-year-old young man was studying my matured figure started to give me itching within my panty.
When I go to my local tailor also I have the same consciousness, as he is not as aged as Master-ji, but a middle-aged man. During measurement process he would surely touch and press my blouse-covered boobs with his fingers. And also during trial sessions, the tailor would rub his fingers on my breast area on the pretext of analyzing the tightness and smoothness of my blouse. I know it is part of his job and he does it to all his customers, but never could I take that normally and each time when I get out from the tailoring shop, I would certainly have a semi-wet panty under my sari or salwar.
Master-ji: Madam, since this is a sleeveless choli you will be discounted of at least one measurement, the sleeves.
Me: Thank God!
We both smiled and I additionally blushed as I noticed Master-ji swiped a quick glance at my firm mammaries, which were becoming further evident over my blouse each time I was inhaling and exhaling air. Master-ji now took the tape to my neck and measured for my neck and back neck widths. He mumbled some numbers to Deepak who noted them down beside the diagram in his notebook. The touch of Master-ji’s cold fingers on my shoulder area made me shiver momentarily.
Master-ji: Choli strap on shoulder half inch.
He was about to go for the next measurement when I interrupted, naturally, hearing the strap width.
Me: Master-ji, half inch is nothing! As it is there is no sleeve.
Master-ji: But Madam, why do you at all need a wider strap? Your bra will be strapless.
For the moment I was oblivious of that fact that I will be wearing a strapless bra within this choli. So Master-ji had a point.
Me: But Master-ji, if the strap is so mall in width, the whole of my shoulder will remain exposed.
Master-ji: But that’s the design Madam.
Me: Please Master-ji. That would be too revealing.
Master-ji: No, no Madam, it wont be that much revealing. Yes, your shoulders will be exposed but your breasts will be fully covered.
I understood that its no use arguing further because the conversation would become more and more uncomfortable for me being a female and hence accepted the half-inch shoulder strap for my choli. Except for one honeymoon nighty, which had spaghetti straps, that my husband had bought for me I could not recollect exposing my shoulders fully wearing any dress, neither in my teens nor after marriage. I still remember that hardly did I wear that honeymoon nighty for 3-4 days in front of Rajesh and rejected it as it exposed me so vulgarly. On one hand as it had spaghetti straps, it exposed my bra straps openly and on the other hand it’s length was also short just touching my knees. It was a bit too much for a conservative female like me. I know it was good fun and top excitement for my husband to see my in that semi-exposed state in our bedroom, but considering my curvy and fleshy figure, I had to force my hubby to resign from his idea of me wearing a spaghetti strap honeymoon nighty on bed.
I was slightly unmindful, but realized Master-ji had moved to my backside and was checking something, which I was not able to see. Some moments passed. There was silence in the room and he was also not touching my blouse and that made me in effect more uneasy. I wondered what was Master-ji doing! I looked at Deepak and as our eyes met, he immediately turned his eyes, but I was fairly certain that he was staring at my big boobs, which were indeed looking sexy only in the blouse cover.
I was in a doubt whether to look back to see what Master-ji was doing. I was standing in front of him with my legs spread just a little. He must be having a clear view of my spotless back as there was no pallu obstruction. Suddenly I felt Master-ji’s fingers touching my skin and gently stretching the back of my blouse. I nearly quivered at his sudden touch. Master-ji clearly understood that.
Master-ji: What happened Madam?
Me: No, no. Nothing Master-ji.
I flushed as I was caught.
Master-ji: Madam, you must be comfortable with this fitting.
Me: Yes.
Master-ji: But Madam for this new choli, the fitting has to be much tighter.
Me: But why?
Almost out of reflex I asked this foolish question and as I heard the reply my face and ears turned red.
Master-ji: Madam, if your size was 28 or 30 I would not have said that. Since you have heavy breasts, the outer dress has to be tight enough to support the inside. Madam, you know what the main problem is? When you wear the bra and start moving and doing things, it tends to slide down due to the weight of your breasts. So I have to ensure you a tight choli so that you do not have such issues after wearing it.
My breathing pace increased hearing such intimate female things from a male. I didn’t know what to say or reply. Seeing my silence, Master-ji went on to explain more to me and I had to admit to a tighter choli, as he suggested, without any more ado.
Master-ji: Actually Madam if I do not that alter the new choli and keep it with the same comfort fit of the blouse you are presently wearing, you will soon find that the cups of your bra slipping off your breasts since it would not get the necessary lateral support from the blouse. And if you would only sit quietly wearing that pair, I would not intervene. But you will have to take part in the yagya and that’s laborious Madam. So if I leave you with a comfort choli, you might end up with a slipping bra exposing your nipples inside your choli!
Master-ji just stopped for a split second.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t take it otherwise, but as I said at the start, if you were slim or your breast size was small or medium, this fitting would do with a very a minor alteration, but your size is 32+. Moreover, Madam, you are going to wear the strapless bra for the first time. So it becomes my duty as a tailor to alert you about the alter, otherwise you might land up in an embarrassing situation later.
Me: O… O… Okay Master-ji. I got you. Thanks.
I stammered to deliver a simple reciprocation, as it seemed a heat wave was running through my ears listening to this tailor.
Master-ji: Okay Madam. Give me a second to check the back.
Master-ji had inserted couple of fingers within the back of my blouse probably to check how much tighter it can be made. In the process I was getting a ticklish sensation as he was rubbing my exposed back. I realized he pulled the back of my blouse a little more with his fingers and I was pretty sure that if he peeped inside he surely could see my bra strap and hooks. Master-ji was dragging this session long as he continued manipulating his fingers within my blouse back, just on top of my bra strap. I was obviously uncomfortable and was feeling the itch within my panty again and shambled slightly. Master-ji was standing so close to me and since he was looking down my blouse back from a vertical angle, he in all probability could see my ass globes moving within my sari. I rebuked myself that I should stop this shuffling time and again as if giving measurement to the tailor for the first time!
Master-ji: Deepak, keep a note to shift the backstitch to half inch three threads to the middle.
Now Master-ji came to my front and I noticed, as he came, he was gently scratching his pelvic area. I giggled and blushed slightly, but simultaneously felt a delight that my curves were fiery enough to arouse even this old man nearing 60. He bent a little and his face was exactly in front of my firm boobs and he stretched the fabric of my blouse base with his left hand and inserted two fingers of his right hand exactly over my sternum and tried to create a gap between my skin and the blouse fabric. My blouse length was adequate and it reached at least two inches down from where my boobs ended. Thus as I got Master-ji’s fingers touching me in such a portion of my body, like any other matured woman, I trembled and closed my eyes for a moment.
Master-ji: Madam, take a long breath and deflate your stomach once.
I took a long breath and held the air within so that my stomach looked flatter. Master-ji obviously found it easier now to insert his fingers into my blouse base. Previously his fingers were unable to move much due to the tightness of my blouse, but now Master-ji was at least able to guide and move his middle and ring fingers up into my blouse. I could feel he was touching my bra and the bottoms of my bra cups. I was definitely getting excited and had to release the breath.
Master-ji: Oho Madam! You need to hold your breath for a little more time. Please do it again.
Undoubtedly my heart was beating fast as Master-ji’s fingers remained inside my blouse base touching my bra cups! I again deflated my stomach as much as possible taking a long deep breath. And Master-ji was again moving his fingers within my blouse touching my bra cup bottoms and gently pushing my firm tits from below. This went on for few seconds and once when he poked his finger into my bra cup feeling the firmness of it, I had to resign.
Me: Ouch!
I released my breath and almost by natural reflex action held his hand trying to remove it from my blouse. Master-ji looked at me with surprised eyes and I quickly controlled myself realizing that I have to allow this much during the measurement process. I very softly whispered “Sorry” to him and lowered my eyes timidly. Master-ji realizing my condition probably took out his fingers from my blouse bottom.
Master-ji: Deepak I will dictate Madam’s midriff, armhole, and choli length, you write it in that order.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji.
Master-ji took the tape from his neck and bent a little encircling the tape on my stomach. The cold tape almost gave a shiver on my bare stomach. Now he slowly pushed it up to the base of my blouse and measured my midriff. In the process, he again touched the base of my boobs making me very uncomfortable.
Master-ji: 24”.
Deepak: Midriff 24”.
Master-ji took the tape off my body and stood up from his slightly bent position.
Master-ji: Madam, please raise your left arm a bit.
I raised my arm in the air and Master-ji adjusted the elevation of my arm to the exact position, but I did not know why his touch on my skin was making ripples in my mind. I tried to smoothen my mind by arguing about his age, but felt my blood gushing rapidly through my vessels. Master-ji kept the tape on my shoulder and circled it into my armpit. I was rather surprised to note that, as my local tailor does the other way round. I mean he keeps the meeting point of the tape on my shoulder and the tape encircles my armpit. But Master-ji kept the meeting point of the tape into my sweaty armpit and was taking the measurement. I was feeling so edgy and tight because each time Master-ji adjusted the tape, he was touching with his fingers the damp spot on my blouse at my armpit.
I was getting rather anxious and apprehensive as I noted the tailor taking his face round the corner of my wet armpit for noting the numbers on the tape. From that close proximity, anyone could even smell my armpit!
Me: Oh My God! What is this man doing?
I muttered to myself. My posture almost froze noting Master-ji was actually sniffing my armpit!
Me: No, no. I am not mistaken. There. There again!
From Master-ji’s uplifted chin and nose movement, I could clearly make out he was actually inhaling the odour of moist armpit. Never in my life had I faced such an awkward situation that a male was directly sniffing my blouse-covered armpit! What shame!
Master-ji: Okay Madam, you can drop down your arm. Deepak, 10.5”.
Deepak: Armhole 10.5”.
Thank God. The sniffing did not go any longer. Now he shifted the tape to the middle of my left shoulder and fixed it there with his left hand exactly over my bra strap and dropped the lose end freely over my left breast. I was giving a free show of my cleavage all along, as the front neck depth of my blouse was quite deep.
Master-ji: Deepak, what is the normal choli length?
Deepak: Master-ji, it’s 14”-16”.
Master-ji: Good. But Beta, you should always keep the client requirements in mind too.
Deepak: What’s that Master-ji?
Master-ji: For example, your customer might want a short choli and in case she is unable to give her measurement, you should cut it to 12-13”. One inch is a big adjustment on female breasts, mind you. Again if the customer is modern and from the metro city, she might want a mini choli also. Here the choli length would range from 10-12” depending on her figure.
Deepak: Right Master-ji.
I was also a keen listener like Deepak to Master-ji’s class. Mini choli – that was a new term for me!
Master-ji: But Deepak, being a responsible tailor, your duty does not end only satisfying your customer.
Deepak: Then?
Master-ji: You should also alert her about the dress if the need is there. For example in the case of a mini choli, if the lady wears a normal bra, it surely would slip below the base of her short choli at her back. So your duty is to tell the lady that she should be careful to wear a close-fitting bra, tight enough such that it does not slip below her blouse hemline at her back.
Deepak: Right, right Master-ji. That’s a very valid point.
Master-ji smiled in admiration and rapidly shifted back to me again.
The whole time I was standing with the tape hanging over my protruding left tit. Master-ji now stretched it just my boob base. He did not even stretch the tape till the length of the blouse I am wearing right now.
Master-ji: 13”.
Deepak: Noted Master-ji.
I could well comprehend that 13” length would surely be a bit short for me considering my heavily sticking out mammaries, but honestly I was nervous to raise the topic to Master-ji due to his shameless ‘direct’ language. I ultimately settled in my mind that in any case I would not be allowed to wear a sari during Maha-yagya and the choli will be the only piece of cloth on the upper part of my body, so even if I bargain and increase it by an inch, I would not be covering much flesh of my exposed midriff. Hence I remained quiet.
Master-ji: Deepak, now Madam’s front and back neck depths.
He paused for a second and continued.
Master-ji: Madam, unlike your blouse, the new choli would be having a square neck.
Me: Meaning?
Master-ji: Generally for blouses, we have the U-neck, the square neck, or the boat neck as the customer prefers. But Madam, as per the Maha-yagya guidelines, your choli will have a square neck.
I had never worn a square neck blouse, so was a bit anxious to know more about it. Master-ji as if read my mind.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t worry much on that, as the change will not be huge, except for your neckline to look different.
I was not fully satisfied by his answer and still looked at him inquiringly.
Master-ji: Madam, if you give permission, I can explain you the difference. Actually you might feel uncomfortable as it’s related with your…
He did not mention the word “breasts”, but indicated that through his eyes. In fact, I was in no position to say ‘Okay don’t explain as its related to my boobs’ and hence I had to go ahead with the motion.
Me: It’s okay Master-ji. Talking to you I have learnt some helpful tips.
I had to coax him so that it looks normal especially in the presence of a third person, Deepak.
Master-ji: Actually Madam the basic variation is that the square neckline choli reveals more flesh of your breasts. I will show it how.
Master-ji stepped forward right beside me and his right hand came over my breast area and rested over my shoulder.
Master-ji: Now this is your current U-neckline (he started tracing the edge of my blouse neck and slowly came near my cleavage). When the cut is like this way in the shape of a U, most of the upper part of your breasts are secured and covered, but your cleavage will remain exposed.
My heart was as if drumming due to Master-ji’s demo acts. Deepak was staring at my pallu-less boobs and open midriff drinking every drop of my jawani with his eyes. I was feeling severe itching in my pussy as I felt Master-ji’s fingers gliding on my blouse.
Master-ji: Madam, now see what happens when you wear a square neck choli. (He took his hand back to my shoulder). Now the cut is like this, it comes down almost perpendicular (he now began dropping his finger over my right boob and stopped halfway down my breast). Now from around here, it goes to the right like a square (he almost touched the areola of my right boob as he traced his finger over my firm jiggling flesh).
I very faintly whispered “P-l-e-a-s-e” with parted lips to Master-ji. I was careful enough so that Deepak could not see my facial reaction. I was unable to restrict my left hand going over my sari on my pussy. Seeing my reaction Master-ji loosened the tape slightly and my nipples could clearly feel the brush of his thumb and fingers as he traced a straight line on the pretext of showing the square neckline. An obvious thrill ran down my body tingling right down to my pussy and instinctively my legs opened just a little wider.
Master-ji: And then Madam, it goes up again like this (his knuckles were openly pressing my left boob feeling the firmness and smoothness of my flesh). So you can very well realize that unlike your present blouse much of the upper part of your breasts will remain exposed when you go for a square neckline. But Madam unfortunately that’s the Maha-yagya prescription. I can hardly do anything about it.
I closed my eyes for a moment in excitement, as he removed his hand off my breasts and frankly I hardly was hearing what he was saying, rather I was getting keen on the music that slowly was starting within my 28-year-old fully matured body due to his close contacts.
Master-ji: Madam, I must obey Guru-ji’s orders. So…
I nodded and said, “Okay”.
Master-ji came up again on my breasts with his tape and measured for my square neckline and front neck depth and murmured the numbers to Deepak. Now I was starting to heat up fully though I tried to be in command of my emotions, but was certainly slipping. Master-ji also measured the back neck depth for my new choli. While doing that Master-ji gave me very clear indication that he was not only taking measurements as a tailor, but also taking chance on my jawani. He was at my back when he was taking the back neck depth measurement and he directly felt my back with his palm and specifically pressed me on my bra strap and even on bra hook giving me very clear signals.
Obviously I knew that I should not encourage this man, but my emotions were paralyzing my mind to resist.
Master-ji: Madam, now please raise your hands up. I will take your bust measurement.
I lifted my hands up and kept them in the air. From the corner of my eyes I could see my sweaty armpits and there were clear round wet spots in both armpits over my blouse. I noticed Deepak was looking at them, but I had little to do, but to ignore that. I remained stationary with my hands help up in the air and Master-ji’s arms went round my body as he wrapped the tape around my back over my breasts.
Master-ji: Deepak, come here.
Deepak came forward and stood near me. Now I was standing between the two males with my pallu on floor, hands up in the air, and armpits shamelessly advertising big sweat spots!
Master-ji: Now Deepak Beta, when you take the bust measurement, it should always be taken around the fullest part of the breasts. To get that you must ask the lady, whose measurement you are taking, to raise her hands up. This actually gives two advantages. Can you tell me what are they?
Deepak: I can think of one.
Master-ji: What is that?
Deepak: In this state when I look at madam from the side I can easily get the fullest part of her breasts.
Master-ji: Right. So for bust measurement this posture is very helpful. Another advantage is when Madam is standing like this you can see the fitting in a stretched condition, which is very important. You know Deepak, in my initial days I stitched a blouse for a lady and as she wanted it skintight, I just did not leave any breathing space while stitching and the very next day after delivery she came back with the blouse with a torn armpit. So you must remember to give some freedom to the blouse fabric to skim over the bra. And you can assess that from this posture as Madam is standing.
Deepak: Right, right Master-ji. I should have thought of that.
I was wondering when this tailoring class would end!
Master-ji: Now look at the blouse cups and what do you find?
Deepak now took his face a bit nearer to my blouse-covered tits and I could realize my nipples getting hard seeing him trying to inspect my boobs!
Deepak: Master-ji, there is much looseness of cloth at the hooks and that can be corrected.
Master-ji: Good observation. Also some alteration can be done at the base, which I checked. Also this choli being sleeveless you can adjust the armhole to make the blouse tighter to support the strapless bra.
Deepak nodded affirmatively with a smiling face.
Master-ji: O! Another very important thing Deepak. Madam, I hope you are not getting annoyed.
Master-ji turned and said the last few words to me with an ever-smiling face. That was a good one, I thought. You two are openly passing comments about my breasts and being a 28-year-old married woman will I not feel annoyed!
Me: No, no. It’s okay Master-ji. But please if you can pace it up, as my hands would pain if I stay like this for some more time.
Master-ji: No, no Madam, be rest assured. This is the only measurement where you have to raise your hands and I will finish it soon.
Now he turned to Deepak.
Master-ji: As I was saying, when you take bust measurement, make sure that you obtain at least two more numbers, one slightly up the cup and one below.
Deepak: Why Master-ji?
Master-ji: See Deepak, as you know female breasts are of various size and shapes. Every lady will not have as tight and full a bustline as Madam’s, isn’t it? He he he…
He purposefully turned at me and expressed this laugh, which was infuriating that I cannot describe in words.
Master-ji: We measure so many women each day, but how many has such good shape even after marriage? So remember to take at least two more measurements for ladies who have sagging bustlines, which you can easily determine seeing their shapes over the blouse.
Deepak: Sure Master-ji.
I was simply amazed to hear such comments spoken so openly and normally in my front about my mammaries! Its not that I was hearing remarks in relation to my figure for the first time from males. When I was in college when I passed a particular turn on the way, comments were thrown at me by the Road Romeos, which I always ignored. I still remember they passed filthy statements about my swaying ass and firm boobs. Ignoring was the only way out to those comments. Then after marriage my husband flattered me on so many occasions praising my boobs before intercourse or even when I was combing hair in front of the dressing table, etc., he passed comments regarding my figure. Most of the time I enjoyed those though they were also not too decent. But what I am experiencing today is unique! I obviously cannot enjoy these lewd talks and at the same time cannot simply ignore. A genuinely precarious situation for me!
Master-ji: Okay, enough talks, lets go ahead with the work again.
Saying that Master-ji took his hands around me circling the tape round my boob circumference and as he did that his chest pressed very gently on my breasts, though momentarily, I felt a real turn on by that. Actually unknowing Master-ji’s chest touched precisely on my nipples under the cover of my blouse and bra. I could feel drops of vaginal fluid getting soaked into my panty from my honeypot. My nipples also gained instant strength I realized and poked more on my bra cup.
I immediately tried to divert my mind and counseled my mind how vulgarly Master-ji threw the smile at me when he said, “Every lady will not have as tight and full a bustline as Madam’s…” and attempted to think negatively about this tailor. But alas! I was losing self-control by the minute as Master-ji started taking my bust measurement because my body was speaking in different terms than my mind.
Master-ji: Madam, you please remain still and not move your body while I take your numbers.
I nodded and he pulled the plastic tape over my firm boobs through the middle of my blouse cups. As the tap slide and moved on my smooth round flesh, it gave me a very sexy feeling and concurrently I could feel Master-ji’s fingers touching the core flesh of my mammaries. In front of my eyes in the pretext of smoothening the tape, he openly was feeling the sides of my jiggling boobs clasped within the blouse. He was surely enjoying the tightness and roundedness of my 28-year-old fully developed treasures and since I was childless till then, my boobs had not sagged an inch.
Master-ji: Madam, I will slowly tighten the tape. Just let me know when you feel very tight.
Me: O… Okay.
I could hardly say that as Master-ji’s hands were still very much touching my ripe mangoes and naturally my nipples started raising their heads in full resilience getting a male touch. Of course I also started breathing heavier and probably my want for enjoyment was engulfing my mind gradually though I tried to convince myself internally that I must not behave like this because if Master-ji gets a feel of my physical condition it would be very embarrassing and awkward for me.
Master-ji now shifted the meeting point of the tape from where my blouse hooks were to my left breast and this time he surely made me breathless. His fingers were now touching and pressing my left tit and I could feel the meeting point of the tape over my left areola!
“Uuhhhhhh!” I whispered within myself.
Now he did the worst thing. To mark the position of the tape and the tightness, he pressed on the tape with his thumb exactly over my nipple.
Master-ji: Madam, is this okay? This must not be too tight.
Me: Aaah. Ummm. I mean no.
I said somehow. My pussy seemed to be leaking now and since I was not wearing any pads, etc. below my sari, my panty was getting soaked and I could feel the wetness now on my groins too.
Master-ji: 31.6 at tight comfort.
Deepak: Okay.
Master-ji: Madam, now keep your hands on my shoulder.
I was all along standing with my hands up in the air and was much relieved hearing that. I kept my hands on his shoulders and he now removed his left hand off the meeting point of the tape and took it to my back to see if the tape was properly place or not. In the process he not only brushed my right boob, but also felt my whole brassiere on the right side. And left me gasping by again taking back his hand to the original position not before bumping on my right boob and almost pushing it within my blouse cover.
As I had kept my hands on his shoulders, the sides of my protruding breasts were completely open and now he shifted the meeting point of the tape to my right breast. He grazed his hands feeling every inch of my jawani.
Me: Shhh. Aaah!
I controlled myself to a whisper. My legs were automatically getting parted at my standing posture and my heart was starting to miss a beat. He again marked the position with his thumb and this time I was very sure he was trying to trace my nipple over the fabric of my blouse and bra. I could feel Master-ji was breathing faster and his hands shaking marginally. The old man did not stop there and after he traced my nipple he was trying to grab my right boob nipple, which was fully erect now, over my blouse with two fingers in the disguise of holding the tape meeting point.
Honestly that was too much for me and I was unable to resist myself any more and gripped Master-ji’s shoulders very firmly digging my nails into them. I knew that was a blunder to do. I was inviting trouble, as I was directly indicating him that am getting excited by his moves. In all honestly, I could hardly control my sexual appeal. I also knew very well that as long as I was suppressing my emotions and movements to him, things were within limits, but once I had expressed my frailty, I was in effect opening the unknown floodgate.
I suddenly remembered that this very warning was also given to me by one of my friends once. Her name is Sunita, whom I met after my marriage in our locality. She was married for five years and had two kids when I met her. Our friendship probably triggered more due to our naming similarity, Sunita and Anita. She actually guided me to the local tailor from whom I now sew my blouse, etc. We mixed well and had quite a bit of private sharing among us, such as our sexual life, our husband’s sexual hunger, etc. etc. as is very common between young married women. One day I went to her place in the afternoon and since her kids were off to school, we were having longer chats and somehow the topic converged to our sexual feelings not originating from our husbands. I did mention to her about my crowded bus experiences where male hands groped my ass globes or boobs, and on some occasions crossing the decency limits, which I had to accept, as I did not want to create a scene in crowd and, truthfully, for some harmless enjoyment. She then divulged her experience with her previous tailor.
Like me, she also got pretty excited by the tailor’s touches while taking her blouse measurements and one day when the tailor was checking her fitting during a trial period, she got very excited by his touches. She even told me that the other night she got a good fuck from her husband and was completely satisfied, but still strangely was triggered by the tailor’s constant rubbing and pressing on her breasts during the trial. Thankfully she got back her senses in time and the episode ended in squeezing and massaging only. But she did mention to me that it was extremely difficult to get out such situations and if I can put that in Sunita’s words:
“…Anita, you won’t believe, it’s so very difficult to get out from such situations. The tailor by that time was fully aware that his touches had made me weak and I was a pray. I was also so carried away by the momentary excitement that I forgot that I am a mother of two and shamelessly allowed him to grope me amply over my blouse. As he did not get a timely hindrance from me, he just went on and on and you know, how shameful it was, he even inserted his hand into my backside within my petticoat! I had to stop and only I know how I controlled myself and prevented him. I had to cook up a story and almost begged a release from his clutches. Otherwise the way things were going, he surely would land up fucking me on the floor of the trial room. Just imagine! A small careless enjoyment would make me feel guilty for whole life. Anita, if ever in your life you tend to slip by the influence of any male other than Rajesh, mind you, DO NOT express your emotions to him. Once you do that you will only invite troubled waters…”
Master-ji: Deepak, make it 31.2 tight. Madam, are you feeling too tight?
I as if got back to reality hearing Master-ji’s voice, but frankly it was not only the voice that awaked me, but also I could now feel almost a grab on my right boob!
Me: It… It’s okay.
Though I was not at all ‘okay’ in the true sense, as the tape was pressing hard on my boobs now.
Master-ji now made the tape somewhat more short, increasing pressure on the nipple of my right breast.
Master-ji: Is this fine Madam? Or too tight?
Me: Uh! Ta… Tight.
My voice was a hoarse whisper. As the pressure of his fingers was increasing on my firm tits, my pussy was getting flooded with the juices. I controlled myself somehow and stood still clutching on to Master-ji’s shoulder.
Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam, I will settle with the last number. Deepak 31.2 with negative 2-3 threads.
Deepak: Okay.
Master-ji: I will do one last check and then finalize it.
Deepak nodded. Master-ji seemed to have been adequately pumped up touching a full-grown woman’s breasts unhindered. He also must have been encouraged by my silent affirmation to his moves when I dug my nails deeper into his shoulder and also seeing my flushed face, which clearly portrayed my sexually aroused state.
Though apparently he was taking my measurement and telling the numbers to Deepak, I could clearly sense his partial grip on my right mammary over my blouse and brassiere. I was almost shivering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab my boob flesh. I inquisitively glanced down to see what he was doing.
I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of old man tailor and his want to get sexually excited at this age even! Practically I was his daughter’s age, but still he was feeling my jawani like my lover! Master-ji was no doubt holing the meeting point of the tape with both hands over my right breast, but he had kept his right hand so craftily under the guard of his left palm and in that disguise he was deriving all sorts of enjoyment from me. Seeing my compromised condition, the old man indulged into all sorts of sexual pranks, including pressing my boob flesh with his fingers from the front, poking the nipple with his thumb, gliding his fingers over my blouse assessing the smoothness and firmness of my mammary, and trying to push it up by cupping it from below.
Through the corner of my eyes, I turned to Deepak, and thank god, as he was unable to see the right side of my body directly and was unaware what his tailor-guru was doing with me. For the first time I also made a direct move – I faintly thrust my boobs on Master-ji’s hands. I was very sure he could realize that because when my eyes met his, he winked at me. Master-ji’s lewd actions were sexually tormenting me enormously and rising to simply unbearable heights. I was dying for some very tight hugs and squeezes right away. Also very naturally my vaginal discharge was amounting more and oozing out spontaneously now out of my honeypot. My breathing was heavier than ever before, my lips parted, my legs getting weaker – everything imprinting my vulnerable state. Unconsciously I had started swaying my hips also, as my excitement was speeding up, but once I realized it, I felt so ashamed and was conscious instantly.
Master-ji: So Madam, I am finalizing your choli with this much tightness.
Saying that, he looked at my flushed face. I was simply not in a position to reply anything as this old tailor had brought me to a boiling point very quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses. I could feel my panty-front almost completely soaked and felt afraid that pretty soon there would be a wet spot on my petticoat. I was quite aware that I was yet to be measured for the Maha-yagya skirt and surely Master-ji would not take the measurements over my sari, but over my petticoat!
Master-ji: Now the last one, the shoulder-to-apex measurement and then you are done.
I was in fact unable to take any more of Master-ji’s touches. Physically as well as mentally I had gone too weak and was virtually trembling with excitement. One more touch by master-ji, I didn’t know what I would do; I desperately needed a tight squeeze at my boobs and some close hugs. But suddenly things changed rapidly and I will be a liar if I do not admit that I simply loved the altered scenario.
Master-ji: Deepak, bring the notebook here once.
Deepak came near me and handed him the notebook. As Master-ji was glancing at the notes Deepak has taken, and at that moment Deepak commented something that prompted swift transformation of the whole affair.
Deepak: Madam, you seem to tremble. Are you okay?
Before I could react and reply Master-ji took control of things.
Master-ji: Right, right. Madam, I also felt that you were somewhat shivering. Let me see.
He started checking my forehead.
Deepak: Madam, you are sweating a lot also.
I was fairly confused at their consecutive statements.
Master-ji: Your forehead is so cold! What’s happening Madam? Shall I hold you?
Though he asked the question, but without waiting for my consent, he held me by my elbow.
Me: It’s alr… Ouch!
I was about to say that I was ‘all right’, but suddenly I felt Master-ji’s pinch near my elbow and hence that sound came out from my mouth.
Master-ji: What happened Madam? Deepak, bring a glass of water for her.
Me: But…
As Deepak turned away from me and Master-ji towards the corner of the room to get the water, Master-ji grabbed my elbow very firmly and brought his mouth near my ear.
Master-ji: If you want more, just pretend as I say.
I looked at Master-ji with very inquisitive eyes at his whisper. But there was no time to think on his statement as Deepak was coming with a glass of water. He did that rapidly as he must have thought that I was not feeling well in reality.
Master-ji: Tell us Madam. What’s happening? Is your head spinning?
I could not generate within myself the ability to think more on this, as I could feel Master-ji was now holding my elbow in such a manner that my fingers were brushing against his lungi-covered thigh. Deepak came and handed the water to me and as I drank Master-ji was making my hand touch his erect lund under his lungi!
I gulped the water somehow and closed my eyes for a second, probably to tell the first lie.
Me: My head. It’s spinning…
I tried to pretend that I was ‘not feeling well’. Deepak seemed quite convinced!
Deepak: Master-ji, hold her well. Shall I get the chair Madam?
Master-ji was probably waiting for this opportunity and now that he knew I was pretending and Deepak was also won over, there was no obstacle for him. Master-ji now held me with both hands at my both elbows from the front.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t worry. Just relax and take your time.
I nodded and closed my eyes and also swayed my head a little to make it look more real.
Deepak: Madam, do you get this head spinning often? Do you take any medication?
Master-ji saved me from answering those and craftily snatched the conversation in his own way.
Master-ji: Deepak, Deepak. She seems to be fainting. I can feel that. What to do? What to do? (he pinched me again and this time on my both elbows so that I pretend to faint).
I had no other alternative, but to close my eyes and lean my head towards Master-ji’s body and pretend as if I was having a “fainting spell”. Deepak was perfectly fooled.
Deepak: Master-ji, hold her tightly. I will also support you.
Saying that Deepak held me by my back touching me over my blouse back. And at last I got some relief from my sexual aches when Master-ji embraced me tightly with his hands in the excuse of holding the fainting woman. My heart was running very fast now as my eyes were closed and I was feeling Master-ji’s flat chest on my round blouse-covered mammaries and his hands encircling me near my waist. Honestly, more than Master-ji, I myself was squashing my firm protruding milk tanks into his chest.
Me: Aaaaaaaah!
I whispered to myself giving a sigh of ecstasy.
Deepak: Lets take her to the bed Master-ji.
Master-ji was taking the full feel of my young boobs in his upper body and obviously was reluctant to release me.
Master-ji: Wait, wait. Let me see for some moments if Madam gets back her senses. By that time you clean up the bed at least.
Deepak: Okay.
Till such time, Deepak was supporting my back though actually there was no need as Master-ji was holding me like an octopus. Now I realized he was away to my bedside and I felt it safe to open my eyes once. I found Master-ji quite energetic though he was around 60 years in age. I looked for a split second towards my bed and saw Deepak cleaning up my dresses, etc. from it, but could not concentrate there at all, as Master-ji was now holding and pressing me as if he was hugging his wife! His mouth was sniffing my bare neck and blouse-covered shoulders and taking full advantage of Deepak not seeing us, he pulled in his right hand within our bodies and started squeezing my boobs. Only God knows how I controlled my moan not being aloud and enjoyed his squeezes on my ripe boobs silently.
Deepak: Master-ji, it’s done. Has Madam got back her senses?
Master-ji was quick enough to behave properly and I also closed my eyes hearing his voice and leaned my head onto Master-ji’s shoulder. A perfectly fainted lady!
Master-ji: No. We need to take her there. You give me a hand.
I did not see but realized Deepak came near. How would they take me to the bed I wondered? With Master-ji’s figure and age he surely would not take me in his lap. Anyway, I was pretty thrilled and excited by this whole pretending episode and shamelessness had gripped me firmly to continue this ‘harmless’ enjoyment.
Deepak: How would we carry her?
Master-ji: One second. You pull off her remaining sari first. It’s getting into my legs.
Me: Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!
I babbled within myself. Deepak was very swift to pull off my sari knot from my waist. Why not? Master-ji was saying he would get married next year, so he needs to know how to pull off her wife’s sari. As Deepak pulled it completely off my waist I was having a peculiar feeling as never in my life had I been stripped off my sari with closed eyes! Yes, on bed, in the initial days of my marriage many a times my husband pulled off my panty and during that time I kept my eyes closed in shame getting fully naked. But later on when intercourse was regular, I did not feel that much shame as my hubby pulled off my bra or panty from my body. But this was indeed very different.
Even Master-ji noticed his swift handiwork and made a dirty comment.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, go slow. Why are you taking it off so fast?
I did not hear Deepak replying anything, probably he was hurrying because he wanted to get me on bed quickly seeing my senseless state.
Master-ji: She is not your wife afterall… that you pull off her sari quickly and will get a chance to raise her petticoat. Ha ha haa…
Deepak: Ha ha hah.
Master-ji: Keep Madam’s sari on the chair.
I was now standing in Master-ji’s arms clad in my blouse and petticoat only. And I could well realize even with my closed eyes that Deepak showed his back to us to keep my sari, as Master-ji grabbed my ample ass cheeks over my petticoat and started feeling them sufficiently. My panty was as usual nonexistent on my buttocks, as it was stuck in my ass crack, and so Master-ji could grab and feel my ass flesh directly. Obviously the pleasure of getting squeezed over my petticoat with my panty covering my ass cheeks was less than directly getting the feel of male hands on my bottom. Hence I was simply elated getting Master-ji’s hands toying with my fleshy buttocks.
I opened my eyes for a split moment and realizing Deepak was coming back quickly closed it and Master-ji also shifted his hands off my round hips to my waist. I kept my head on Master-ji’s shoulder and my jiggling boobs were pressing constantly against his chest. My panty was now all soaked with my vaginal juices and I was getting increasingly horny.
Deepak: Lets take Madam to the bed now.
Master-ji: Yes Deepak. You do one thing; hold her legs and I will hold her shoulders.
I felt Deepak touching my feet and in a moment held both my legs and pulled me up from floor. I had now no contact with the ground with Master-ji holding my shoulder area. My back portion and hips were hanging in the air and they slowly took me to the bed. Since Master-ji was just near my head in my hanging position, I could feel my head pushing into his erect penis inside his lungi. Immediately there was goosebump on my whole body and I felt so ashamed within myself to express my inner self to these males. Deepak was holding me directly on my legs below my petticoat and he surely would have realized that I was having goosebump!
I was trying to keep my legs as straight as possible because when Deepak held my legs and raised them off the ground, my petticoat skated up my legs and it was dangerously hanging in the air creating a gap between my legs and its hem. I was honestly to a certain extent afraid and ashamed of a needless upskirt before this young guy. Thankfully, since the bed was only a few feet from where I was standing, I did not get entangled in any further humiliating situation and was laid on bed in supine position with my head resting on a pillow.
Master-ji: Deepak, what do we do now? I am really confused. Shall I call Guru-ji?
Deepak: Master-ji, I have seen a number of fainting cases of my mami in our native village. I think if we sprinkle water on her mouth she might get up.
Master-ji: Bring some water then. But does you mami have this disease?
Deepak: Yes master-ji and she got injured a few times also. Madam’s case seems to be different.
I was listening to them with closed eyes and was expecting water on my face. Deepak probably brought the water and I was unsure who was sprinkling it on my face, but I tried my best not to react to the cold water.
Deepak: Master-ji, seems it’s having no effect on her.
Master-ji: Right. You were telling your mami has this disease. What do her family members do when she fainted?
Deepak: Check her breathing once Master-ji.
I could feel Master-ji took his hand below my nostrils to check my breathing pace.
Master-ji: Deepak, it’s very, very faint.
Listening to that I also stopped my normal breathing in case Deepak double checks me. I was enjoying this small pretending act and was getting a high dose of unexpected thrill from it!
Deepak: Master-ji, then you have to do the first preventive measure, which I had seen in case of my mami also at home.
Master-ji: And what’s that?
Deepak: Pump her chest and I will rub her soles.
Master-ji: Good idea. Lets do that. You rub Madam’s soles.
My heart stopped for a moment. ‘Good idea’ – I corrected in my mind that Master-ji should have said ‘wonderful idea’! I desperately needed some long squeezes of my taut flesh within my blouse. So in the disguise of getting my senses back, Master-ji could now ‘pump’ my chest! I already had hard nipples within my bra expecting his massage on my taut flesh.
Master-ji did not waste a second and grabbed my conical peaks, which were covered in my blouse and brassiere, and started pressing them. In no time, in excitement, Master-ji was virtually mauling my 28-year-old full-sized boobs openly with both hands. Thank God! My eyes were closed. The way he held and crushed my firm breasts, it seemed as if he was pressing two cycle-rickshaw horns with his both palms. I was now gasping for breath and obviously my legs were getting separated and my hips also starting to move.
Never ever in my 28-year-old life, I got this sort of a pleasure where I am lying on bed with my eyes closed and someone massaging my developed breasts freely and I was not making the slightest movement except for clenching my lips. Honestly, my pretending act and Master-ji’s smart moves were filling my heart with a wild enjoyment, adventure, and satisfaction.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam is slowly responding. I can feel her legs moving.
Hearing that I was standstill like a stone again trying to conquer all my sexual tingling within my body. Master-ji also realized that and loosened his grip on my mammaries.
Master-ji: Then, let me check her breathing again.
I could feel Master-ji’s finger below my nostrils again. I was obviously breathing heavier than last time, but Master-ji’s reaction was the same to Deepak.
Master-ji: No Deepak, there is not much improvement there. Is her soles cold?
Deepak: Yes Master-ji, somewhat.
Master-ji: Then? What to do next?
Deepak: Once I had seen my mami was given a mouth-to-mouth sucking. You can do that Master-ji?
‘Mouth-to-mouth sucking’ - my God! Will my tailor do that to me? That’s nothing but lip-to-lip kissing in this case. Should I allow him to kiss me? A mere tailor would kiss me! And considering his age, around 60, how would it feel to be kissed by such an aged person?
My queries were answered by my inner self only!
Why not? What’s the harm? He has given me so much pleasure; why not allow him to suck the honey from my lips too. He might be a tailor, but he has already hugged me like my husband and afterall a kiss won’t snatch my womanhood. Why not take all the delights of this pretending escapade?
I mentally got prepared to be kissed by a person of my father’s age.
Master-ji: Certainly I can try and if that can bring back Madam’s senses nothing like it. What’s’ the process of doing that?
With closed eyes I felt Master-ji shifting his position more towards my head. I was certainly progressing towards a climax for sure.
Deepak: Master-ji, you open Madam’s mouth and then suck the air within her mouth and then pump in air from your mouth. Okay?
Master-ji: Okay. Let me try.
Deepak: But continue the chest pumping while doing the mouth-to-mouth breathing. That’s what I remember was done in my mami’s case also.
Master-ji: O… Okay.
It was like opening the floodgate for this 60-year-old man and in a moment I could sense Master-ji’s cold lips brushing my lips. Certainly the man was trembling with excitement. I could almost hear his heartbeats. Master-ji opened my mouth with his hands and started feeling my lower lip with his lips in the pretext of sucking and exhaling air into my mouth. Then he actually started kissing me and I felt his warm tongue was probing my mouth. His saliva was mixing with mine and I was also responding positively by thrusting by lips into his. I soon felt his right hand cupping my right boob and he immediately started milking it. I was certain that this time my blouse hooks would surely break due to the number of times my firm globes were squeezed in this short span of time. My hard and perky nipple was clearly felt by Master-ji’s big palm. He was so sure of its position that even when he was kissing my lips he was pressing it with his thumb every now and then alternating with a tight grab of my right mammary.
Everything at this point was going a bit too far and beyond my control. My whole body had heated up immensely and my breathing accented that only. I was very sure that Deepak could clearly realize that he had to force my legs together to keep them steady, as my natural reaction was making them parted. Did he get the hint from this that I was pretending to be senseless? No, no. Then he would have commented something. I tried my best to be steady, but Master-ji’s heavy breathing on my face, his teeth biting my lips, and his tongue roaming in my mouth were making me feel at heaven. As I was lying on bed with a pillow below my head, I was getting more inclined to think as if I was having a love session with my husband.
Deepak: Any sign of Madam getting back to senses Master-ji?
Master-ji: Aye. Yee… Yes, yes Deepak. She is responding faintly.
Deepak: I also feel her legs are coming to senses.
Master-ji: But she is not fully aware still.
As he talked his lips were brushing my lips and it was such a sexy feeling for me words cannot describe probably. I realized with my eyes closed that Master-ji now lifted his body off my face and also removed his palm from my blouse. I was now actually having pain in my breasts with so many times cupping by Master-ji with my bra fastened on my tight flesh.
Deepak: Master-ji, let us then try now the odour technique.
Odour! What odour I wondered, but in no way could anticipate what Master-ji was up to!
Master-ji: Bah! That’s a cool idea Deepak; why did it not come to my mind?
I realized Deepak now stood up from his sitting position rubbing my soles of the feet.
Deepak: Yes Master-ji. In case of my mami also, I saw that when she was getting to slight senses, the odour technique was applied.
Master-ji: What was your mami smelt when she was senseless?
Deepak: Anything with abnormally pungent odour. But I don’t see anything here of that sort.
Master-ji: Bring your sandals.
Eh! Chi! Chi!
That was obviously my initial internal reaction. I have to smell his sandals now? Should I get up now to avoid that, but I did not get any clue from Master-ji to do so. Hence I had to continue pretending unconscious.
Master-ji: Lets try this first.
I could realize he brought in Deepak’s sandals to my nose. Thankfully did not touch it there, but I did not open my eyes.
Deepak: Master-ji, we need something, which has a repulsive odour.
Master-ji: I have something in mind, but that will not look decent.
Deepak: What?
Master-ji: Leave it.
Deepak: It’s no more a question of decency now. We need to get back Madam to her senses quickly.
Master-ji: Then wait.
I did not hear a sound and was getting quite curious about what was happening. But with my eyes closed I could hardly guess what was going on. What was Master-ji bringing for me to smell?
Suddenly I heard Deepak laughing.
Deepak: That’s not a bad idea.
Master-ji: I have been wearing this banyan (=vest) for the last 2 days, so should be…
I could feel a repulsive smell already, as he neared the vest that he was wearing towards my nose. Definitely it had a disgusting odour of sweat, but not so much to get me up from my ‘senseless’ state. But I made up my mind that next whatever these two bring for me to smell, I would definitely get up and end this acting.
Deepak: Nope. No response.
Master-ji: Just check, if the door is locked or not?
Deepak: Why Master-ji?
Master-ji: Do as I say.
I was also wondering why was he saying that, but at the same time thought that it’s better for me only if the door is locked, otherwise if someone comes and finds me like this – lying in bed only wearing my petticoat and blouse with half of my globes out of my blouse (courtesy Master-ji) with closed eyes and that too in front of two males – surely would be very awkward and bashful for myself.
Deepak: It’s locked.
Master-ji: Okay, this is the last straw then. But am sure Madam will get back her senses smelling this.
He laughed a little, but with my eyes closed I was unable to grasp why he laughed. I heard I heard Deepak laughing too. I was getting immensely curious regarding what was Master-ji up to!
Deepak: Yes, this would surely get her back to life.
I could now smell something pungent, but could not make out what exactly it was, though the smell was not absolutely unfamiliar.
Master-ji: Beta, every married woman knows the smell of this.
Deepak: How Master-ji?
Master-ji: When you will get married, you will also know once you can force your wife to suck it.
My goodness! What’s they talking about! I could now get a skin touch on my nose a hard thing and undoubtedly it was a PENIS. The smell of Master-ji’s lund very near my nose made me feel very guilty initially, but since my body was totally charged up by that time, I started to inhale deeply to get its welcome odour.
I could easily have opened my eyes right now, but I was hypnotized as if by the scent of his cock. I nose could feel wetness from the drops of precum of the penis bulb.
Uhhhhhhhhh! I said to myself. The smell and the touch was enough to take me to a new height of excitement. It is true that I did not get enough delights in sucking my husband’s cock, but in this case I was terribly provoked to take Master-ji’s naked lund in my mouth probably because abruptly in my mind came the scene of Shilpa sucking Guru-ji’s mammoth erect penis. Master-ji most likely read my mind and now he was pressing his erect tool on my nose and cheeks. I was also nodding my head slowly and was responding to his actions. Still I had my eyes closed.
Deepak: Master-ji, you were absolutely correct. See how Madam is responding!
In all probability Master-ji was getting past his control and especially considering his age it was also virtually impossible for him to hold his fluid after such extended foreplays. I felt Master-ji’s fingers parting my lips and opening my mouth forcefully and he readily inserted his erect tool in my mouth. I could realize this was going beyond all limits, but did not want to miss the opportunity to suck a male cock and as my eyes were closed for a long time, honestly, I was not feeling much shyness too.
Master-ji: Aa! Aa! Aaah! Suck, suck, suck more you bitch.
Master-ji was doing the same action in my mouth, as my husband does while fucking me on bed. I took his whole cock in my mouth and was sucking with full vitality. It was smaller in size and thinner too than my husband’s dick, but was enough to take me reach my climax. I could realize that I was now very shamelessly lifting my heavy gaand in rhythmic motion as if I was getting fucked. But honestly I cared a damn for decency at that time and wanted to get the full enjoyment. I was cumming heavily and reached climax now and started moaning also. My panty was soaked completely and I could feel my discharges were even flowing down my smooth thighs. My mouth fucking continued for some moments in presence of Deepak and finally Master-ji flooded my mouth with his semen and actually I was not very prepared for that condition and gulped some of his hot fluid, as if I was in water not knowing swimming.
I could not take it any more and had to resist now; with my tongue I pushed Master-ji’s somewhat limp penis out of my mouth and opened my eyes. Once I opened my eyes, I as if came back to senses in the true sense of it. I did not know what to do or how to react. Master-ji was standing with his lungi on floor and his wet lund in his hand just facing my mouth. I got up immediately from my lying position.
Deepak: Oh! Madam, you got back your senses. Master-ji, she is back to life again. Great!
I was looking absolutely dumbfounded sitting on bed before these two males. I looked down and saw my mangoes were almost out of my blouse and had to adjust them before these males, who were shamelessly looking at me adjusting my brassiere and blouse to hide my jawani. My face was still wet with Master-ji’s semen.
Deepak: You gave us a very hard time to get back to your senses and we were quite scared when you suddenly fainted.
Me: Hmm.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, give Madam a hanky to wipe her face. I will also clean myself and be back from toilet in a moment.
I also felt the need to go to toilet immediately and clean myself – my face, my pussy, and get rid of my wet panty also.
Me: Master-ji, can I go first?
Master-ji: You will need some time Madam. I will just urinate and be back in a flash.
I reluctantly agreed to him, but desperately needed to pee.
Deepak: I will also urinate.
Master-ji: Come with me. We can go together. Madam, excuse us for a moment.
Both males disappeared within the toilet and they did not even bother to close the door and I could unmistakably hear the sound of their pissing. I could realize things had gone far beyond my control now and now trying to be decent was no use. Before I could think any further, Master-jia and Deepak were both back!
Master-ji: Madam, now you can go.
By that time when they were in the toilet I had wiped the thick semen off my mouth and nose and tried to look normal though still was having a racing heart beat and as I tried to get off from the bed, Deepak intervened.
Deepak: Madam, madam, what are you doing?
I was rather surprised at his voice and looked up at him.
Me: Why? What happened?
Deepak: You have just got back your senses Madam. Have you forgotten that for the last 15 to 20 minutes you had been unconscious?
I had to stop as I momentarily forgot that I was pretending to have fainted so long and I could not just get up and start walking normally.
Deepak: My mami also once tried to act smart and within moments fell down and cut her forehead. Surely you won’t like a repeat show here.
Master-ji: Deepak is speaking sense Madam.
I looked at Master-ji with angry eyes, as he very well knew that I was pretending to have a fainting spell, but could not express anything in front of Deepak.
Deepak: Madam, let me hold you and then you try to walk.
I had to agree to his proposal and he readily came forward and held me by my arm and waist. I also pretended that I was feeling a bit dizzy still so that it appeared real to him. I could feel his touches on my waist and I could realize as a female that it was not just helping, he was ‘feeling’ me. Frankly, I was feeling abnormally uncomfortable with my completely soaked panty and my vaginal juice trickling down my thighs within my petticoat. Hence I deliberately took small steps and walked towards the toilet.
Me: Wait, wait. I need to change my pan… I mean err. I need to take the tow… towel.
There was one towel inside the cupboard I knew and hence thought would take a fresh panty along with it so that it does not look too indecent holding only the panty in my hand while going to the toilet. Deepak was constantly holding my hand and waist as I walked or talked. I could now feel Deepak’s grip on my waist was getting firmer. I thought I should not blame this young boy for that, as what he saw in front of his eyes was too erotic, of course, courtesy Master-ji.
As I stooped to get my towel and panty from the cupboard, Deepak released my hand and instead put that also on my waist. So, now both his hands were on my waist over my sari. I of course did not want to allow this man to touch me freely. But the situation was such that I felt like a whore and now after Master-ji, it was this young man’s turn to touch me! I took my things as quickly as possible and went ahead for the bathroom and wanted to get rid off him.
Me: Deepak, I think I am quite okay now. You can release me.
Deepak: No, no Madam. I still vividly remember my mami with a bleeding forehead. That day she also insisted that she could do her things on her own, but resulted in a fall.
Who will make this idiot believe that I was not a patient who had frequent dizziness spells! I had to somewhat surrender to him because afterall his concern for me was genuine, as he had seen his mami suffer, which he was telling time and again.
Me: Okay. So what do you want?
Deepak: Madam, please do not take any chances. I will help you to sit on the floor and will close the door and you call me once you finish your...
Naturally my eyelids lowered to his proposal, but I had no other choice. I just nodded my head in affirmation. As I sat on the toilet floor Deepak held my arms and back and helped me to sit there. It was so awkward for me to sit like that in front of a male and in that posture and the upper portion of my firm boobs were now on display for him. I looked up at him from my squatting posture only to find his eyes looking deep down my blouse. Natural. Which male would miss this chance, I thought!
Me: Thanks. Now you can close the door.
Deepak: Madam, please don’t try to get up on your own. Call me.
I must have been looking absolutely hopeless sitting like that before a man in the toilet without even my sari on my body.
Me: Okay, okay. Now go.
I was getting impatient and was almost on the verge of pissing too! Deepak left the toilet and closed the door behind him. I looked back from my squatting position to see if he had closed the door properly or not.
Oh! My God! The door was half open, but I surely got the noise that he closed it behind him!
Deepak: Madam, this door has a problem. It’s not remaining closed without the bolt. What to do? Let it be like this?
Me: What? I mean… how can that be?
Deepak: I will not come inside till you call. You are safe Madam.
He was offering me to pee with the toilet door open!
Me: No way. Let me close the door.
Deepak pushed the door and was immediately within the toilet again.
Deepak: Madam, don’t get excited or try to get up on your own.
He gently held my shoulders to ensure that I remained in my crouching position and did not get up. As I looked up again at him, I found his shinning eyes looking directly down my blouse and I noted my bra cups were also visible from that vertical angle. I felt like being molested through his eyes.
Deepak: Okay Madam. Let me do one thing. I will hold on to the door in closed position and when you are done, just call me in.
Me: Hmm. Okay, but…
Deepak: Madam, you keep an eye on the door, bas?
I smiled helplessly and Deepak went outside the toilet again closing the door and this time he went outside holding the handle of the door and stood there so that it remained locked.
Deepak: You can go ahead Madam. I am holding the door so that it doesn’t get opened.
I reluctantly said “Okay”.
This was one of the most awkward situations that I had faced in my life. I had to urinate pulling up my dress when I know a male was standing at my toilet door. I immediately got up from my squatting stance and tiptoed to the toilet door to see whether it was properly closed or not. I felt secured when I found that it was properly blocked. I went back to the drain hole and lifted up my petticoat to pull down my panty first. I had to struggle to get rid of my panty, as it was completely wet, and it was getting stuck in my round thighs, but somehow I managed to remove it and instantly sat down to urinate. The hissing sound started and I was feeling so relieved! I waited for the last drops to trickle off my hole and then got up. I was still holding my petticoat bunched up at my waist and hence my butt cheeks and love spot were open.
Me: Aaaaaaaah!
It felt so good. I closed my eyes for a moment. But then only remembering that Deepak was at the toilet door and quickly took my fresh panty and started wearing it. I tried to be as silent as possible while wearing the panty so that Deepak did not find anything fishy inside. I did not even water my urination in fear that Deepak might come in thinking that I stood up on my own.
Deepak: Madam, are you through?
I quickly squatted back to my old position as if I was urinating and replied him positively. I heard the door opening and Deepak entering into the toilet.
Deepak: Okay Madam, I am holding you. You stand up.
I pretended that I was somewhat weak still and stood up. Deepak craftily brushed the sides of my boobs with his hands as he lifted me up. I could not stop him doing that due to my compromising state, but made sure that he did not go beyond the limit. I washed my face and hands and Deepak was still holding me by my waist, and in spite of me being cautious, I could feel his fingers sliding down my waist as I splashed my face with water. I had to cut short my washings and was ready to walk out of the toilet. I wondered what Master-ji would have been doing all this time while was in the toilet.
Deepak: Madam, this disease is very bad especially for grownup ladies.
I could not figure out why he was stating that and casually asked the reason. I was taking small steps so that the continuity of my acting was there in front of Deepak.
Me: Why do you say that?
Deepak: Madam, today you were lucky that you got fainted in front of us, but imagine if you fainted in front of unknown people. Did you ever faint in public?
I was ‘lucky’? I was tongue-tied hearing that! I got mouth fucked by my tailor and my boobs got hand pressed more number of times than what my husband does in one love session and what does this guy say? ‘I was lucky’! I smiled and sighed within myself.
Me: I do not get this fainting spell often. It’s very rare for me. Today was an exception.
Master-ji: Madam, we are getting late. I still have to take your other measurements.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam needs a bit of rest and then you can start again.
“Start again”? What does that idiot mean? But I liked Deepak’s idea of giving me a respite, as honestly I needed some.
Master-ji: Okay then, you sit and take rest on bed, while I will do the necessary cuttings of your blouse piece.
Me: Thanks Master-ji.
Deepak was still supporting me and made me sit on the bed. I was still roaming about in the room in front of two males virtually like a prostitute wearing only my petticoat and blouse. Honestly I was getting used to it!
Deepak: Madam, you are blessed that you do not have this acute disease. The women who have it suffer a lot.
Me: Not only women Deepak, anyone having these fainting spells are bound to suffer.
Deepak: True Madam, but after seeing my mami’s case, I am convinced that women experience greater trouble.
Me: Why? What happened to your mami?
Deepak: I will tell you. Master-ji, you have seen her. She came here in last Diwali. Very fair and on the bulkier side, stammered a bit while…
Master-ji: Hmm. Hmm. I remember. She has two kids.
Deepak: Right you are. You will not find any abnormality in her Madam – perfectly all right. But God has cursed her with this ominous disease.
Me: Very sad.
Deepak started narrating the story of his mami…
It happened four to five years ago when I went to our native place. I had just entered my teenage years. That day after taking her bath mami told me to accompany me to her neighbor’s place to give them some sweet dishes. I was carrying the sweets. I knew them, they were a Muslim family.
Mami: Aslam bhai, is Sakina there?
Aslam chacha: No bhabie. She has gone to her friend’s place. Even Salma is not here.
Salma was their daughter.
Mami: Oho! Actually I had prepared some sweets for you all.
Aslam chacha: Wah! So nice of you bhabie. You can keep that in the kitchen if you like.
Mami: Yes, that would be fine. Deepak come with me.
I accompanied mami to their kitchen. Aslam chacha escorted us. And all of a sudden mami started feeling dizzy. Luckily she caught the kitchen door, but within moments was senseless. Fortunately Aslam chacha was very near mami and he caught hold of her before she fell on the floor. Mami’s figure was heavy and bulky and it was rather strenuous for Aslam chacha to hold her as she abruptly dropped to the ground.
Mami’s massive stature was lying on the floor and Aslam chacha and myself was speechless for a moment in that situation. I also got a bit scared seeing mami in that condition. I was 2-3 years younger and also immature at that time.
Aslam chacha: I know that bhabie has this disease, but today I am seeing it for the first time. Where is Bansi?
Bansi was the name of my mama.
Me: He has gone to the town in the morning and will return in the afternoon.
Aslam chacha went near mami’s mouth and checked her breath there and also checked her pulses and I did not know for what reason shook his head affirmatively.
Aslam chacha: How long does she faint generally? Do you know?
I was thoroughly surprised by this question. Instead of trying to get her back to senses, he was inquiring this!
Me: I had seen her twice to be fainted at home. She was brought back to senses in 15-20 minutes.
Aslam chacha: Hmm. I have little time then.
I was puzzled by his query and reactions and could not understand why was he not trying to get my mami back to consciousness.
Me: Shall I apply some water on her face?
Aslam chacha: No, no! You brat! You want to spoil the opportunity Allah has provided me!
I was getting more puzzled by his response and probably seeing my face reaction he tried to explain me now.
Aslam chacha: Don’t worry lad. You mami will soon get up. But I will show you a better way to get her back to senses without applying water, etc.
I was curious and anxious too.
Me: How chacha?
Aslam chacha: Then do one thing, close the door there first.
He pointed to the outside door and I promptly went to close it. Now we were only three persons in that house – Aslam chacha, mami, and me. When I came back I was shocked to see that Aslam chacha had already opened his shirt and lungi and was only wearing his underwear.
Aslam chacha: Why are you standing like a stupid? Open your shirt and pant like me.
I was a bit taken aback, but since he was an elderly person obeyed him. I opened my shirt quickly, but I had no shorts under my half-pant and was hesitating to open it.
Aslam chacha: What happened now? Open your pant.
Me: But…
Aslam chacha: You idiot fellow! Don’t you know your mami needs to feel your penis to get up?
Me: Is it?
I was now fully naked and Aslam chacha came near me and held my small penis with his fingers.
Aslam chacha: But son, your mami will not get up if she feels such a small tool. Can you not get it bigger?
I now looked more puzzled and confused. It was not that I did not had a hard-on till then, but frankly was not fully aware why my penis got hardened at times. I understood that female anatomy has to do something to it, but was still not fully illuminated in this subject.
Aslam chacha: Okay, don’t worry. I will show you the way and you will soon see your mami getting back her senses.
I saw Aslam chacha was now removing the pallu off my mami’s breasts and started cupping her blouse-covered conical hillocks.
Aslam chacha: Aaah! What firmness! Even after two kids! And my Sakina, her mammaries are already so soft and sagging… I wish she was my wife re…
After a few squeezes, he started to open my mami’s blouse hooks. I was feeling very uncomfortable standing naked and seeing all this and within a blink of the eye Aslam chacha opened all the hooks of mami’s blouse and stretched the open end of her blouse to both sides making her papaya-like breasts visible to both of us.
Aslam chacha: Wow! What bombs she keeps under cover! Just see. See. Ripe apples for sale!
He readily started cupping and pressing my mami’s naked boobs and was passing remarks.
Aslam chacha: Uhhhhhhhh! So big, yet soooooo firm. Umm. Umm.
I myself was somewhat stunned seeing the size and beauty of my mami’s exposed breasts. In fact they looked more like two coconuts in Aslam chacha’s hands rather than apples. There was a large dark brownish patch at the center of each of her boobs and mami’s nipples were looking like two seasoned grapes.
Aslam chacha: Hey! Just look! Your mama has sucked her nipples so much that they have turned black! Lucky bastard!
Mami continued to lay on the floor motionless, but visibly she was breathing marginally heavy now as Aslam chacha was enthusiastically squashing her twin peaks with both hands in every way one can think of.
Aslam chacha: You motherfucker! Why are you just standing like an idiot? Jump here. You will never get a chance like this.
My immature mind was so baffled by the whole situation that I simply obeyed his orders and was unable to think anything by myself. Aslam chacha took away his hand off mami’s left breast and indicated me to touch that. I was initially having some hesitation to touch my own mami’s breasts, but he slapped me on my back and urged me to touch and press mami’s boob. In fact he indicated how to press them even!
I gripped my mami’s exposed boob and it felt so good to touch it. In fact that was the first time I was touching the breast of a grownup woman and as if electric shock passed when I pressed and cupped my mami’s very well developed naked mammary. The texture was so smooth and the flesh was so firm that automatically my eyes got closed. I could also feel the trivial skin dimpling on her areola portion and as mami’s nipple was touching the inside of my palm, I could realize my penis was getting harder and harder and gaining in elongation. Though naturally I was getting very excited overcoming my initial hesitancy, bit I was still having a reservation in my mind, as I was unable to completely write off that she was my “mami”.
Aslam chacha: Pump her more! Pump her more!
It was an unbelievable scene! My mami who was nearly 40 years of age lying in the kitchen with her sari pallu flowing on the ground, blouse hooks all open, her big coconut-like boobs completely exposed, and two males crouching near her abdomen pressing and massaging her juicy tits. She was still unconscious.
Aslam chacha: Why! My son? Are you getting good fun?
I was so engrossed in feeling the roundness and firmness of my mami’s naked boob that I did not care to respond.
Aslam chacha: Abbe Saale! I am talking to you.
I looked up now to him. My skin was heated and my breathing was heavy and hot.
Aslam chacha: What’s your plan? Keep some residue for your mama… ha ha ha huh.
He now released mami’s breast and also indicated me to follow him. Though I was reluctant, I moved away my hand off her round tits.
Aslam chacha: It’s how long that you have come to her place?
Me: Three days.
Aslam chacha: Have you seen what your mama and mami do at night?
Me: No.
Aslam chacha: I will show you now you motherfucker. I will show you.
Saying that, he practically pushed me off from my mami’s side and almost jumped over her bare breasts and started sucking my mami’s dark nipples, one at a time. In the pretext of doing that Aslam chacha was over her figure and was hugging her body with both hands in the lying position.
“Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk!”
Was the constant sound coming out of Aslam chacha’s mouth while he was sucking mami’s nipples very energetically.
Aslam chacha: You idiot! You will never realize now what fun I am getting sucking someone’s wife’s nipples. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! That too such a matured maal like your mami. Aha! What luck!
I was enjoying the show thoroughly, as my erect penis was nodding its head. I waited patiently for his next command. This sucking and hugging went on for another 2-3 minutes uninterruptedly.
Aslam chacha: Oh! Sala! I am so much heated up that I will burst now.
Saying that he quickly opened his brief and got completely naked like me. His lund was looking like a slender erect rod pointing at my mami’s body.
Aslam chacha: Okay. Now do a quick favor. Go there and lift up her legs and hold them in the air.
I could not apprehend what he wanted to do. As I tried to lift her legs, I could feel they were very stiff, probably as she was still fainted.
Me: I can’t lift. They are too stiff!
Aslam chacha: Oho! Move off. Let me see.
Saying that he picked her legs with some effort.
Aslam chacha: Abbe! Why are you standing idle?
Me: What... I mean what to do you didn’t mention.
Aslam chacha: You duffer! Lift the sari to her waist. Are you satisfied only seeing the boobs, who will see her choot? Your father?
He paused a moment slanging me.
Aslam chacha: What sort of rascal is this? Quick. Lift the sari. Uff! These legs are so heavy!
I quickly executed his order and started pulling up mami’s sari over her hairless legs, to her ankles. My hands were trembling now because I was now approaching her big plump thighs and further up. I continued pulling her sari and petticoat together across her very fair thighs and as Aslam chacha gave all his effort to raise her legs a little more, I was able to pull up everything till her waist exposing every inch of her lower half till her choot.
What a sight!
Myself and Aslam chacha both had our mouths open seeing her absolutely naked smooth and well-formed legs and thighs. What a beauty!
Aslam chacha: Oh! What a choot!
We both were looking intently at her bare choot, which was surrounded by a mini jungle of thick black curled pubic hairs. Aslam chacha immediately dropped down mami’s legs and crouched before her choot. Her sari and petticoat were bunched up on her stomach area thereby enabling an unrestricted view of her slit to both of us. This was the first time I was seeing a matured married woman’s choot fully uncovered. Aslam chacha started feeling the curls of her pubic hair with his fingers and was uttering all sorts of lewd sounds. Then he started feeling my mami’s entire slit and also poked his finger in her honey pot.
Aslam chacha: Uff! Saali randi. What a slit she keeps under the sari!
I was getting restless to touch my mami’s 40-year-old naked body lying on the floor and that’s what the doctor ordered, I mean Aslam chacha ordered.
Aslam chacha: You bastard! Do I need to tell you everything? Don’t you know if a woman is entertained here, she also needs some there?
I was mature enough to understand that ‘here’ means mami’s pussy and ‘there’ means her boobs. I readily nodded and jumped on my mami’s big bare tits and cupped her tight flesh in my palms and squeezed them at my free will. I noted Aslam chacha was vigorously fingering my senseless mami’s choot while I enjoyed the chance of my lifetime squashing the naked boobs of a 40-year old married woman. I felt mami’s body was very faintly responding to our touches and trembled marginally. I got scared because if she finds me in this state I did not know what would be my fate.
Me: Chacha, mami is moving faintly!
Aslam chacha: When? Where?
His face as if turned pale. He looked up at me with a question mark on his face.
Me: I felt she moved a bit when I was…
Aslam chacha: Hmm. She must have got heated and reacted. But is she getting back her senses?
Me: Bah! Thank God!
Aslam chacha: Come here once.
I took off my hand off mami’s firm globes and stood up and went to him. My hard penis was moving like a pendulum as I walked.
Slap!
I was stunned at his behavior of slapping me.
Aslam chacha: You bastard! Son of a bitch! Are you not enjoying your mami’s body? Then why are you praying that she come back to senses?
Me: Oh! But that was just a normal reaction.
Aslam chacha: Hang your reaction! Just get lost. I have little time now.
Saying that he virtually shifted me two feet away from my mami’s body and pointed his lund towards mami’s choot and tried to enter it in her hole. It was quite touch as mami’s body was lying motionless, but he managed to get his tool inside somehow and positioned himself on her body to fuck her.
Aslam chacha: What a big choot yaar! She can take three like me at a time. Randi saali…
He now started sucking mami’s lifeless lips and hugged her completely while his hips continued to gyrate slowly on her pubic region. I could realize he did not get much enjoyment in kissing mami’s lips as she was in the senseless state and quickly turned his focus on her most prominent assets, her boobs. He was ruthlessly cupping and mauling her naked globes and pinching and sucking her big blackish nipples. He was licking her areolas time and again making them moistened with his saliva. His hip movement was gaining speed and very soon his gas seemed to dry up and he lay on my mami’s body like another senseless object. I was a bit puzzled. What happened to him now?
Me: Chacha, chacha! Are you okay?
He lifted his head after almost a minute or two, but I waited, as I did not want to irritate him and get another slap.
Aslam chacha: Inshallah! How can I be okay after tasting such a delicious fruit…
Me: Chacha! Mami is…
I almost shouted as I saw mami nodding her head slowly and uttering a slight moan.
Aslam chacha left her body like a flash and stood up. He indicated to immediately get dressed up and we were hurriedly wearing our clothes. Mami was still unconscious, but was probably getting to semi-sense once or twice abruptly. Aslam chacha quickly took a mop towel and cleaned up the thick fluid on the floor between her legs and also the discharge that was coming out of her bare choot.
Aslam chacha: How can she discharge so much being senseless. Amazing woman! Hey you, hold the towel on her choot, while I will hook up her blouse.
I saw, before buttoning all the hooks of my mami’s blouse, Aslam chacha pressed and squeezed her gorgeous boobs one last time, and he also placed her sari pallu on her blouse so that she looks decent! Now he quickly turned to me and indicated me to pull down her sari and cover her thighs and legs. But that was a very difficult job for me to do, as I was unable to pull out the sari bunch that was below mami’s heavy buttocks.
Me: Chacha, p. pl… please help…
Aslam chacha again articulated his choicest adjectives for me and I quietly digested them.
Aslam chacha: Just keep your mouth shut. She is getting back her senses.
He quickly came near me and almost whispered to me.
Aslam chacha: Roll her upside down. That’s the only way. She is too heavy to be lifted.
He then straightened mami’s legs as far as possible, but unfortunately her body was so stiff that he could not get that done.
Aslam chacha: Nah! Impossible. Just get her sari down on her legs from her waist.
I did that and with Aslam chacha also helping me, we were able to drag her sari and petticoat from below her huge gaand also covered her thighs and legs so that she looked decent. Then he brought a bowl of water and sprinkled that on her face and after some anxious moments mami got back her senses. As if Hammer was beating within my heart because I was fearing if mami would smell a rat, but fortunately she did not realize anything, at least at that moment.
I am not aware if she realized that she was actually fucked by her neighbor while she was in the senseless state. I only noted that she spent some extra time in the toilet after getting back home that day. I am also not aware if an extra marital relation evolved for my mami after that incident, but even today when I see my mami, her vivid exploitation in Aslam chacha’s hands haunts my mind, as I was the only witness...
Deepak paused and there was almost pin drop silence in the room. My face, ears were all red and heated up listening to such a provocative story, that too from a young man’s mouth. My nipples inside my blouse were again getting hardened.
Master-ji: Enough of gossip and all. Let us now get along with the work Deepak. Madam, can we proceed?
Me: Yes Master-ji. Am ready.
Master-ji had finished cutting my blouse piece while doing markings on the cloth by that time and was again ready with the tape. Deepak also gladly took the notebook to write down my dress measurement figures as will be dictated by Master-ji. I stood up and walked to my previous position under the light.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, let's talk about your Maha-yagya skirt now.
Master-ji said the words so casually that my heart almost skipped a beat, as I very well realized that his hands would now be tracing my thighs and legs. Moreover, the encounter I had in Mr. Yadav’s residence with their servant wearing Shilpa’s skirt gave me an immediate internal alarm. I closed my eyes for a while, but thought that I was much safer here being with the tailor, but that person in Mr. Yadav’s den was simply a beast trying to molest me.
Master-ji: Madam, as per Guru-ji’s specifications, your skirt will be a pleated skirt. I hope you know Madam whats the difference between a pleated skirt and a plain skirt?
Me: Yes, yes. Pleasted means it will have folds throughout the circumference of the skirt.
Master-ji: Absolutely. I have to made the folds on the cloth by doubling the material upon itself and then stitching it into place. Its only tiresome for me Madam.
He smiled and I also smiled back.
Master-ji: But Madam… I mean, you might not be very comfortable with the.. err…
I was a bit surprised seeing Master-ji stammering and honestly could not make out what he was trying to indicate that I would not be comfortable with. I looked questionably at him.
Master-ji: I mean the skirt is not the normal length Madam. It’s a bit short.
I gulped. I thought in my mind - ‘short’? How short? Knee-length?
Me: How sh… I mean how short Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, its… its like a miniskirt.
Me: What?
Master-ji: I knew you would have problems with that. Actually that’s why I was hesitating to say.
Me: Miniskirt! At this age? Impossible.
I could not believe it. I was nearly 30 years of age. Married. And considering my developed figure, if I wear a miniskirt I would look no better like a saucy girl!
Master-ji: Madam, don’t get so scared. It’s not that short as you are thinking.
Me: That’s what I am asking you Master-ji, how short?
Master-ji: The problem is I can’t say that like this. The specification for the length of the skirt is 12 inches. Now, as you can understand, it would depend on the height and figure of the lady…
Me: Hmm. Hmm. I can understand. But… 12 inches – that’s nothing!
I almost screamed.
Master-ji: Madam, madam. We really have little to do in this regard. No one can overrule Guru-ji directives.
Me: Yes, that I also know. But…
I was simply stunned. What does this man say? I will wear a 12-inch-length skirt! With my 34”+ hips! I was flabbergasted.
Master-ji: Madam, instead of wasting time on this topic, lets complete the measurement and I assure you that I will get the skirt fitting for you as decent as possible.
I tried to recover from it and prepared my mind to be ready to wear that tiny thing.
Me: I know you are talking sense Master-ji, but please understand… I am a housewife and have never worn such skirts in my whole life.
Master-ji: I can understand. Have faith on me and I will guide you so that you are somewhat comfortable with it.
Me: How Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, see, this skirt will not cover anything more than your intimate parts, but if you can remember certain key things, you can still look reasonable.
Me: Like?
Master-ji: Madam, look the basic problem with miniskirt is the constant exposure, but if you are constantly wearing it, you will no longer feel that shyness. Do you agree?
Me: Yes, mostly true.
Master-ji: Madam, its absolutely true! Just like now. You do not move about in your house like this, not wearing a sari, isn’t it? But here you are in this state for quite some time now, and you do not feel the same shyness when you first got out of your sari. Right Madam?
I nodded though lowered my eyes in natural shame, as Master-ji reminded me the fact that I was still standing in front of two males clad only in my blouse and petticoat.
Master-ji: Madam, it’s the same for the skirt also. But the key point that you need to remember is to avoid unwanted peeps inside your skirt from the people around you.
Me: Hmm.
I replied like a shameless creature.
Master-ji: Madam, sometimes miniskirts can lead to upskirt depending on the way you are sitting in front of others. For exapmle, you have to be very careful if you are walking up the stairs, you must keep your body as straight as possible so that the person following you do not easily get the view of your bottoms. But if you naturally stoop while climbing the stairs he will be able to see everything.
I was till then listening to Master-ji with my eyes fixed on his face, but hearing the last sentence I had to move my eyes elsewhere.
Me: Master-ji, I got your point.
I wanted to put a full stop on further explanation from this old man. I saw Deepak was slightly smiling, which actually made me feel more ashamed.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, then shall I proceed with my work?
Me: Yes.
Master-ji now came very near me looking down to my waist and upper thigh region. Though I had an almost full discharge minutes ago, I was again feeling the itch in my pussy anticipating Master-ji’s hands below my waist area. I was really unsure if I could take any more of his teasing hands, especially on my waist, thighs, and legs!
He now knelt in front of me and with one end of the tape pressed on my waist just above my petticoat, his hand moved down brushing the back of his fingers on my firm and marble-smooth thighs over my thin petticoat. I almost groaned and closed my eyes for that moment. Master-ji looked at his tape and marked the 12” mark as per Guru-ji’s specification for the Maha-yagya paridhan.
Master-ji: Madam, this much will be the length.
I could feel his fingers on my upper thigh region.
Me: Bas!
Automatically that word came out of my mouth, as I was so shocked to realize the length of my skirt.
Me: But Master-ji it’s… How can I wear such a thing?
Master-ji: But Madam, I told you it’s a miniskirt. You cannot expect that it will cover your full thighs, isn’t it Madam?
Me: Yes, that’s okay, but only this much? This is not even half of my thighs! It’s as well not wearing anything!
Master-ji: But Madam, what can I do? It has to be done as per the specs.
Deepak suddenly pulled out his voice. He was silent for sometime after completing his mami’s story.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam has a point. If the length of her skirt is so up her thigh where your finger is, imagine what will happen when she sits?
Master-ji: You know very well Deepak that I cannot alter the skirt length.
I felt very hopeless and helplessly looked at Deepak.
Deepak: There is a way Madam.
As if I sprang to life listening his words.
Me: What? Tell quickly boy.
Deepak now came forward to me. Master-ji was already touching me at my waist and upper thigh in a kneel-down position in front of me. Deepak straightaway touched me at my belly button where my petticoat was tied.
Deepak: Madam, do you always tie your petticoat here?
Me: Yes, err… I mean not always, but most of the time. Why?
Deepak: Master-ji has taken the length from here, but Madam, if you tie your skirt well down your waist, I think you can conceal a fair amount of your legs.
Master-ji: Hmm. Yes Madam, this can be done if you agree.
In fact there was no other way, but to agree to this assistant tailor’s proposal if I intended to save some dignity. I thought if I wear the skirt some inches below my navel it would cover additional inches of my big round thighs, which were so plump and fair that it would really be very uncomfortable for me to keep them constantly exposed, especially in front of males.
Master-ji: Madam, then… I think you should do a trial right now so that you are absolutely sure where to tie your skirt and how much it would cover you.
Deepak: Master-ji, also that way Madam can tell you if she needs any adjustment in the pleats so that she is comfortable.
Master-ji: Right, right. Pleats can also be adjusted Madam so that your skirt hem does not flutter too much.
This time I was truly impressed by the tailor and his apprentice’s approach. It seemed they sincerely intended to help me out in this embarrassing situation.
Me: Yes, this can be tried.
Master-ji: Deepak, then check my bag. I have brought a sample choli and skirt.
Deepak turned back and went ahead to search Master-ji’s bag.
Master-ji: Madam, I did not ask you to try the choli as it’s 28” size, which would never fit you. Actually it is a sample Maha-yagya paridhan, which I stitched three years back to get it approved by Guru-ji.
Me: O, I see.
Deepak came back with the skirt. In all actuality it looked so “mini”, especially for my heavy buttocks and matured thighs.
Master-ji took it from Deepak’s hand and checked the waistband of the skirt. I did not know what he checked.
Master-ji: Hmm. It’s all right. You can go ahead with it Madam.
Me: What about the waist?
That was a silly question to ask as anyone could see that there was an elastic band at the waistline of the skirt.
Master-ji: It’s free size Madam. 15 to 45 – any woman can wear it. Elastic waistband.
Me: Right. Right. I have noted that.
Saying that I took the skirt from his hand and my throat was already getting dry! It was such a scanty piece of cloth that I kept aside even the thought of covering 50% of my thighs and was seriously doubting whether my full ass will be properly covered or not!
Deepak and Master-ji’s eyes were as if glittering seeing me with that miniskirt in my hand because surely it would be some scene when I would actually wear it shedding my petticoat. I was about to proceed to the toilet, but stopped at Master-ji’s remark.
Master-ji: Madam, if you don’t mind you can change here only. No need to go to the toilet.
Me: What do you mean?
Master-ji: Madam, don’t take me otherwise. If you see carefully there is a hook at the waist of the skirt, which you can open. Then the skirt will become a one-piece cloth just like a towel. Then you can wrap it on your waist and simply untie your petticoat from below it.
I looked at the skirt. He was right, but I realized that performing this exercise of wrapping the skirt to my waist over my petticoat and then untying the latter from underneath the skirt would be somewhat tricky, especially in front of two males staring at me.
Me: Master-ji, I will be comfortable if I change it in the toilet.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, as you wish.
I went towards the toilet but could realize two pairs of eyes riveted on my swaying haunches as I walked.
Deepak: Madam, please be extra careful. You just have had that senseless episode.
Me: Yes. Thanks.
I closed the bathroom door behind me and stood in front of the large mirror. My heart was now in the actual sense racing. It was a peculiar and uncanny feeling I was experiencing, which was not fully of shyness, rather a thrill to get exposed! I had never in my life worn such a short skirt. I distinctly remember the skirt that I had to wear coming out of the toilet in front of that bastard in Mr. Yadav’s house was at least decently covering me till my knees, but this one in no way will save my dignity. I started opening the knot of my petticoat and readily it slipped down to my feet on the floor leaving my legs and thighs completely naked. I was breathing faster and my nipples were getting stiff and pressing on my bra cups.
As I looked at my exposed banana trunk like fair thighs my unusual passion to wear that tiny piece of cloth was rising! I checked the front of my panty in the mirror and fortunately there were no wet marks. I quickly opened the hook of the skirt and wrapped it on my waist over my panty and hooked it again. Though there was the elastic band, as I tied the hook, I felt rather tight at my waist. I looked up in the mirror to see how I was looking and was simply shocked.
Me: Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
My mouth opened wide as I uttered that expression. Every skin pore of my fair, banana trunk like thighs could be seen, which remain exposed below my skirt. I noticed the skirt ended only covering my upper thighs! It was so small that I could not do much even by stretching it down. The whole of my midriff was also bare making me look very, very sexy.
Surely this skirt was not meant to be worn in public, rather in front of any male. It was so short and teasing that it could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. Though for me also I had to wear it behind closed walls of the ashram, but in front of several males including Guru-ji. And in no way I could evade this situation of Maha-yagya. Hence I tried my best to make up my mind to be absolutely shameless keeping my focus intact on my actual goal. I thought if that’s achieved, I would not want anything from God ever. I tried to assure myself by saying that my husband would never know what I experienced here and I would never meet these people in my life once I am back to my residence.
I bent down and picked up my petticoat from the toilet floor and kept it on the hook and opened the latch to get out of the toilet. My heart was beating like drums as I was about to appear in front of two males clad in an almost nonexistent miniskirt. As I stepped back in the room I was greeted with a big “Wow” from young Deepak. I could not meet their eyes and had to lower my eyelids in natural shame knowing very well their eyes were feasting on my fair, marble-like smooth thighs.
Master-ji: Madam, you are looking like a goddess. You are looking very beautiful in this skirt.
I thought I should be grateful to Master-ji that he used the word “beautiful” for me instead of “sexy”! I smiled to myself and tried to behave normally wearing that micro-mini! I noticed Deepak’s jaw was more or less hanging as he stared lewdly at my naked banana-trunks. Master-ji’s eyes were pivoted to my broad pelvic area and thankfully the skirt was just long enough to cover that much.
Me: It’s very tight here. Master-ji, can you please check this?
I indicated my waistline and without delay the old man came forward to attend me. He stood very near to me and inserted his finger into the waistband of the skirt and started feeling how tight it was on my waist. Honestly my state was starting to get volatile wearing such a revealing dress in front of two males and as I began to get direct skin touches, my head began swimming again. Master-ji’s hand curved around the waistband of my skirt and he was checking the tightness pulling the elastic off my body. In the process he was leaning to my body almost. As he pulled the elastic waistband of the skirt off my skin, my heart immediately started beating like a drum again, as I could sense very well that Master-ji was now peeping into my white panty through the gap created. My ears started turning red automatically and my lips were drying up.
Master-ji: Yes Madam, you are right. The waist needs three quarter inch cloth extra to get a proper fitting. And I will also shift the hook half inch. Deepak, just note that.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji. Three quarter inch…. half inch. Okay.
Master-ji: But Madam do you tie your sari here?
Me: Why?
Master-ji: Actually I think you have tied the skirt a bit too high up.
Me: But I usually tie my sari at my navel, but I have tied the skirt down here.
I pointed out to Master-ji that I had tied the skirt at least an inch and half below my navel.
Master-ji: No, no Madam, you have to tie it still lower. Shall I fix it?
I knew very well that if he had to adjust my skirt, he would have to open the hook at my waist and lower the skirt. I swallowed my saliva at the very thought.
Me: O… Okay.
Master-ji’s fingers were swift enough to undo the skirt hook and as if almost my whole dignity lay in his hands as that small piece of cloth hung from his fingers. My tailor was now alarmingly close to me encircling his hands at my waist on the skirt and as was bending marginally, my big firm boobs brushed with his body once or twice making things more sensuous. He slid my skirt slowly, down and down, and at one point I felt as if my panty was exposed and I had to interrupt.
Me: Master-ji. Please. Not so down.
Master-ji: Madam, please don’t intervene in my work.
I could now feel Master-ji’s fingers rolling on my panty waistband as he adjusted the position of the skirt. At one point, I could feel Master-ji inserted one of his fingers into my panty band onto my skin! The old fox did not miss this opportunity to caress me again!
Me: Ouch! Ahhhhhh!
It naturally came out of my mouth as I gasped for breath.
Master-ji raised his head and looked up and his head directly bounced with my erect blouse-covered left boob. I was standing with my eyes closed now, my heart thumping as I knew the skirt hook was still open. Probably seeing my eyes closed, Master-ji continued to brush my lower waistline a little more time with both hands trying to asses the right position to wear the skirt, and simultaneously he kept his head touching and pressing my left boob. It was such an erotic feeling! Master-ji just continued to brush and press his forehead on my tight oozing left boob.
At last he closed the hook of my skirt! Thank God!
Master-ji: Aaa. Ah! This looks fine. Now check Madam.
I opened my eyes and took a deep breath to suppress my excitement and then looked down.
Me: Eeeeeeeeek!
A sound of that sort came out of my mouth as I looked down at my navel region. My whole navel area including my large belly button was exposed. I could realize my skirt waistband now almost coincided with my panty waistband!
Master-ji: Madam, look. Very frankly, I have stitched dresses for several women and I can tell you most women would like to cover their thighs more than their lower abdomen if given a choice. So…
Me: That I also agree Master-ji, but…
Master-ji: Then? And moreover, gustakhi maaf Madam, your thighs are very beautiful and attractive. So I think the more you can cover them in front of other people, the better for you.
As we conversed I tried to feel how much I was exposed at my back/hips. I could realize that the joint where the midriff enters the waist, that juncture, remained exposed as the skirt was tied below that. I must have been looking horribly sexy wearing the skirt so low down and as I looked at Deepak, his lustful eyes were portraying that only!
Me: Okay then, I will tie it here only.
Master-ji: Madam, please give me another minute to check the pleats etc. once so that I can finalize your skirt.
I nodded and the old man again sat before my naked legs in a squatting posture. His face was exactly in front of my choot.
Master-ji: Pleats look quite okay on the outside Madam. Let me quickly check the insides.
Giving me no time to react, he straightaway inserted both of his hands below my skirt in the pretest of checking the pleats and as the skirt was fairly tight fitting I could feel the back of his palms brushing against my naked warm upper thighs. I obviously was not very prepared for this and naturally retracted back a little. Feeling a hand near my panty within my skirt, out of reflex action I closed my legs as far as possible. Then I felt his hands climbing up to alarming height almost to my groin below the skirt in the pretext of checking the pleats! I had to react.
Me: Hey… Master-ji. Stop this. What are you doing?
I clenched my lips and panted as I felt Master-ji’s hands moving in rhythmic fashion below my skirt - taking his fingers from the hem of the skirt upwards along the pleats, and then again coming down to check the next one. I could not take that action as my whole body had goose bumps by then. I grabbed Master-ji’s one hand below my skirt and I could jolly well realize the scene looked awfully sexy. I was standing in front of a man and he was crouching before me with his hands inserted below my skirt and now I was grabbing one of his hands over my skirt.
Master-ji: Wha… What happened Madam?
Me: I… I mean… please stoppppp.
Master-ji: But Madam, this is the way I check the inside pleats, otherwise I would have to pull up your skirt to check the backside, which would be more…
Me: No, no. Take out your hands first. Please.
Master-ji looked pretty surprised, but he slowly took out his hands from beneath my skirt.
Me: Master-ji sorry, but I was having a… I mean having a ticklish feeling.
Master-ji: Oh! I thought… okay, okay. That might happen Madam, as you are giving measurements for a skirt for the first time.
He laughed a little, and Deepak also joined him, and I also blushingly smiled back to make things look normal.
Deepak: Master-ji, we can do one thing. When Madam will change back to her sari, we can then check the inside pleats of the skirt.
Master-ji: Deepak, everything has a logical reasoning in my measurement process. If that can be done what you suggested, I would not have made Madam embarrassed like this. Isn’t it?
Deepak: Sorry Master-ji.
Master-ji: Deepak, if the inside pleats are not uniform, it would touch Madam’s thighs and give her an uncomfortable feeling. That’s why I was checking while she was wearing it.
Now I was also clear. So the approach was noble as far as my tailor was concerned, but unfortunately I was having goosebumps undergoing this sexy act.
Master-ji: Anyway, since Madam is not at ease, I will fix that later.
He paused just a little and continued. I was still standing like a whore in my miniskirt and blouse. No other covers on my body.
Master-ji: Now Madam, if you want, I will do some further checks only to guard your dignity. But, if only YOU want…
Me: Master-ji, you seem to be displeased with me. But I was only…
Master-ji: No, no. It’s okay Madam. I am glad that you told me frankly that you were not at ease. But what I mean to say now is – this has nothing to do with my measurements. Look Madam, since you are wearing a miniskirt for the first time, you should crosscheck that you do not … I mean… you don’t flash your panty every now and then to people around you.
I thought that was indeed one point, which was hovering in my mind, but frankly was not able to gauge how to crosscheck that. Master-ji as if showed me a way!
Me: Hmm… Yes, err… I mean that’s needed, but I mean how do I check that?
Master-ji: Madam, you don’t have to do anything. I will guide you.
I felt cushioned by his statement and awaited further commands from this experienced old tailor.
Master-ji: Madam, now that you are wearing the skirt at the right position, I will do some basic checks regarding your posture and will help you adjust and amend if I see any aberrations. Okay?
Me: Fine Master-ji.
Master-ji: The main problem of wearing a miniskirt, as you also can realize Madam, is the upskirt view, for which you will have to be very cautious. If you abide by my guidelines, I think, you will certainly not look exhibit like a slut.
I liked the way Master-ji was trying to help me and I nodded to him in agreement.
Master-ji: Deepak, can you tell what are the postures about which Madam should be alert while wearing the skirt?
Deepak: Certainly Master-ji. There are six main postures, namely standing, sitting, bending, squatting, lying, and climbing.
Master-ji: Good. See Madam, he has learnt quite a bit staying with me.
Master-ji and Deepak exchanged smiles and I stood in front of them like a sexy showpiece. Even I also appreciated in my mind the coaching mode of Master-ji.
Master-ji: Okay then. Madam, let’s describe each situation so that you will have a clear idea about what to do and what not to do.
Me: As you say Master-ji.
I was rather pleased with Master-ji now the way he was trying to guide me. Frankly, I thought he would discuss the postures with me and guide me the do’s and don’ts. But soon I realized that it was rather a non-vegetarian session and this time Deepak groped me amply in the name of executing master-ji’s guidelines!
Master-ji: Madam, when you wear this skirt for the Maha-yagya sitting, make sure to wear it where I have tied it now, which should be approximately one finger above your panty waistband and also stretch the cloth to the hem over the front and also the back like this.
Master-ji pretended as if he was wearing the skirt and imitated as if he was straightening the skirt at the front and also at the back. It looked so very vulgar as he was moving his hand up and down over his lund and gaand. I nodded to his gestures.
Master-ji: The first posture is the standing posture, which is by far the safest stance.
He smiled at me. Deepak also was smiling and his eyes were as if sparkling; probably anticipating the chance to grope a 28-year old half-naked housewife! I looked dumb as if waiting to be exploited.
Master-ji: Deepak, is Madam standing correctly?
Deepak: No Master-ji.
I was a bit surprised because I was standing just normally as I always do, no matter what I am wearing, a sari or a salwar kamiz.
Me: Why? What is the problem?
Master-ji: Deepak, can you…
Deepak: Surely Master-ji.
Deepak stepped forward and squatted in front of me before my bare legs. I was about to shuffle seeing him sitting in that position so close to me, his face near my choot.
Deepak: Madam, you don’t move now till I correct you. Then you will also know where you were wrong.
Deepak directly touched my naked legs just above my knees and indicated me to close them further. I shivered momentarily getting a warm male touch on my bare knees, but recovered swiftly and closed my legs at bit.
Me: Is it okay now?
Deepak: No Madam. I can still see a gap between your thighs. This should not be there.
Saying that he traced the thin gap between my two thighs with his finger. I felt like dying getting such treatment from my tailor! The very next moment he cupped the back of my thighs with both hands and started feeling and pressing them to close the thin gap. The whole act drove me so crazy that I started feeling jingle bells ringing in my choot and instantly goosebumps covered the whole of my smooth thighs. I blushed and licked my drying up lips to behave normally.
Me: O… Okay Deepak, I understood.
Master-ji: Fine Madam. So while standing you always remember to close your legs so that your thighs touch each other. Actually since this is a western dress the difference has to be kept in mind Madam. When you are wearing a sari or a salwar kamiz or even a nighty, your legs remain completely covered. So even if you stand with your legs parted, it does not look very odd, but in this case…
Me: Hmm. True.
Deepak: Madam, really your legs are very shapely and beautiful. To tell you the truth Madam, each resemble a banana tree.
I did not expect such a direct admiration from this young lad about my ‘legs’ and looked blank. I instantly remembered when my husband on my initial marriage days compared my boobs with apples. Actually he pressed and squeezed my naked boobs for a very long time that night and hence the blood flow was quite high due to my excitement and constant touches by his hands, and they appeared almost reddish. Then he commented, “now your boobs look like apples – round and red!”
Master-ji: Yes Madam. That you cannot deny!
Deepak now stood up from his bent position and I noted his eyes were as if licking my whole body. My boobs were starting to go and up down at a faster pace and I could feel my globes exerting pressure on my bra cups inside my blouse. I tried to make that up by itching my shoulder as if there was some irritation and thereby adjusting my blouse to accommodate my heavier breathing.
Master-ji: Madam next comes sitting. There are two main positions, one, when you are sitting on a chair and two, when you are sitting on the floor. Okay?
Me: Okay.
Master-ji: Bring that chair.
He signaled to Deepak and the latter brought the chair and placed in front of me.
Master-ji: Madam, being a woman you must be knowing that there are two ways to sit while wearing a skirt.
I looked at him questionably as I could not make out what he wanted to relate. Master-ji elaborated.
Master-ji: One way is straightening your skirt on your hips with both hands while sitting. And the other way is to pull up your skirt slightly and flow it around and sitting on your err… I mean panty.
I was simply bowled over by the observation of this old man!
Master-ji: Madam, but in this case, as you can also understand Madam, the second option is out of question because if you even slightly lift your skirt you will actually expose…
Deepak: Your big gaand Madam.
I was observing the increasing courage of this boy, Deepak! But I was only to blame for that for my overdose of exposure and compromised state in front of my tailor.
Master-ji: Yes Madam. So only the first option remains.
I did not feel like answering anything.
Master-ji: Deepak, help Madam to…
Why do I need Deepak, I thought. I can do it myself only!
Me: I can manage it myself Master-ji.
Master-ji: I know Madam. But you need to know the exact way of doing it otherwise you will have to redo the posture. That’s why I was asking Deepak to…
I thought he was talking sense and I had to allow Deepak to show me the precise approach.
Me: That’s also true. Okay Deepak…
I reluctantly indicated Deepak to guide me.
Deepak: Right Madam. First you sit on the chair, but please… slowly so that I can show you how and where to hold your skirt and then only you will also know how to manage it exactly.
Deepak said it so very carelessly, however, I could well realize it would be very clumsy and knotty for me in practice. I was now standing in front of the chair and Deepak behind it. In this position my skirt-covered big gaand was facing him and certainly I was feeling uncomfortable standing like that. Master-ji was standing exactly opposite to me.
Deepak: Madam, you have to hold the hem of the skirt by your thigh-sides, like this.
He held my skirt end from both sides and was touching me at my mid thigh area where the skirt ended. Though he was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brushing and touching my naked firm thighs.
Deepak: Now slowly sit Madam.
As I bent my body to sit on the chair, my heavy buttocks pushed into my skirt thereby raising it significantly and obviously Deepak’s fingers were also grazing up my thighs with the skirt moving up. When I finally sat my face turned absolutely red, as there was nothing to hide, every inch of my legs and thighs were completely exposed. I could sense that below my ass cheeks my skirt had raised midway up my gaand. I felt so much exposed that Deepak’s fingers seemed to be touching me almost at my buttocks! His face was very close to my shoulder and I could hear his heavy breathing on my neck. He removed his hands off my skirt and seemed to be annoyed!
Deepak: Madam, Madam, not so fast. I told you to sit slowly. I could not demonstrate you fully…
Master-ji: Just a minute Deepak. Madam, do you always sit like this?
I looked at my legs, all exposed. My fair marble-like thighs were looking extremely gorgeous. I was feeling so ashamed that I could not even look at Master-ji.
Master-ji: If you sit like this, soon there will be a big crowd in front of you Madam!
Now I looked up at him. What did he mean? I could not exactly guess what exactly Master-ji was trying to indicate. Yes, I could realize the sight of my exposed plump thighs was stunning, but was doubtful if Master-ji was suggesting that.
Me: But…. But why Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, come on! If you sit like this with your legs parted so much, everyone opposite you, even standing, can see your, I mean… your panty Madam.
Me: Oops! Ishhhhhhhh…
I exclaimed and closed my legs instantly. I felt very embarrassed to have flashed my panty to my tailor. I was looking at the floor in sheer dishonor.
Master-ji: Madam, please don’t feel bad, because there is no one here, but you need to be watchful. Interestingly, I have noted this tendency more common in married women to spread their legs while sitting. And you are also no exception Madam.
Deepak: But Master-ji, any specific reason for this?
Master-ji: Ask Madam, she can tell you better.
Master-ji and Deepak both turned to me and I was simply not feeling like answering this absurd query and only fumbled before them.
Me: Reason... I mean there is err… nothing in par…
Master-ji: Madam, I think the actual fact is - after marriage due to the regular conjugal life you have, you tend to develop this habit to spread your legs while in leisure. But when you are at home wearing a sari there is nothing to bother. Am I correct Madam?
What should I reply I was wondering and had to succumb by nodding my head in agreement.
Master-ji: Okay, enough talks. Lets redo the sitting posture.
I stood up from the chair and Deepak was as if waiting to hold my skirt end!
Deepak: Madam, this time sit very slowly.
Me: Okay.
Deepak: See, first you hold the sides of your skirt and then as you are about to sit you brush your hand on your hips like this and then take the seat.
Saying that what he did was probably the worst sort of groping I ever encountered. He was first holding on to the sides of my skirt and then moved his hands over my round buttocks and feeling the whole fullness and roundedness of my gaand with his palm and fingers, he grazed his hands till my skirt ending.
Now was the nastiest part.
I thought he would certainly remove his hands off my skirt once his action was over. But I was mistaken! As I sat on the chair, that scoundrel simply did not take away his hands off my butts and I landed my heavy bottoms on his palms! I could feel my compact ass cheeks pressing against his palms and instantly I could feel his fingertips trying to cup my ass flesh.
Me: Hey!
Naturally I jumped up.
Deepak: Sorry Madam. You did not give me the chance to take off my hands. Sorry again.
I felt very clearly that he cupped my skirt-covered round buttocks with both hands as I sat on his palms, but still I did not want to make a scene out of it. I accepted his apologies and repeated the posture myself this time. Deepak came to my front now from behind the chair, probably to provide me a more relaxed feel.
Master-ji: Bah! You did it perfectly Madam. And as I said, remember the golden rule to always keep your legs closed.
Me: Okay master-ji.
Master-ji: Another sitting option would be to sit of the floor where the only choice to keep your panty under cover is to sit like this.
Saying that Master-ji sat on his knees and rested his butts on his ankles.
Master-ji: I think you will have to be in this posture for the most part during the Maha-yagya. Try it once Madam.
I imitated Master-ji and bent forward to get my knees onto the floor first and then rested by body weight onto the knees and placed my gaand on my ankles. In this posture I felt contended as the skirt did not hike up any more and my exposure was quite limited.
Master-ji: Excellent. Okay, get up Madam.
As I tried to get up, I had to fold my leg and I realized that it would generate a clear upskirt view for Deepak, who was standing more or less opposite to me. I tried to limit my movement while I raised my body off the floor, but my skirt was so small that it climbed up my smooth naked thighs so much that I was sure Deepak got an unrestricted view of my panty under my skirt!
Never in life did I do such deliberate vulgar exposures in front of any male. Not even my husband. No question. I was feeling horrible and my face was all red in shame and shyness. The only good part was that Master-ji did not allow any session to be unnecessary prolonged and hence my embarrassment was fortunately not lingering over me.
Master-ji: Next is the bending. This is especially important Madam.
Me: Why?
I thought all postures were equally important for me to save my dignity, if anything was left at all!
Master-ji: Because it’s a tricky one Madam as bending can refer to various angles and you must be aware to what degree you should bend and when to stop.
I was looking uncertainly at him and he was experienced enough to catch that.
Master-ji: Madam, see. I will give you an example.
He dropped his measuring tape on the floor.
Master-ji: If I say Madam pick that up, what will you do? You will try to pick it up. But since you are wearing this miniskirt, you have to modify the way you pick that up from floor. Got it Madam?
He continued to explain.
Master-ji: Imagine you are wearing a sari. Okay? I think then this would be the way you will pick up the tape…
Saying that he bent forward from his waist and stretched his right hand to pick up the measuring tape from the floor and then looked up at me.
Me: Ye… yes, I would also do the same.
Master-ji: That’s the tricky part Madam! If you do that, can you imagine what extravagant view you would provide to someone who is sitting or standing at your backside?
I caught his point immediately and realized what he meant.
Master-ji: Madam, you would be overgenerous if you do so. I am sure no woman would do that knowingly. So here, what you need to do is you have to bend sidewise closing your legs and then fold your knees and pick up the tape, like this.
Me: Right, right.
Master-ji demonstrated what he said.
I also followed Master-ji and demonstrated to pick up the tape from the floor. Honestly I was thanking Master-ji in my mind, as I really did not think so much deep in this regard.
Master-ji: Fine Madam. But at the same time, you should also know how much you could bend from your waist without showing anything… I mean, Madam you should be aware of that because you might need to actually bend that way at any point of time during the yagya.
I thought that was again a noble thought from this old man who was now more of a counselor than a tailor. I signaled in agreement.
Master-ji: Deepak, I will sit here and would guide you what to do. Okay?
Deepak: Okay Master-ji.
Saying that Master-ji positioned the chair and sat on it.
Master-ji: Madam, you stand from me at some distance, err… may be 4-5 feet. There.
He indicated to a spot and I stepped forward and positioned myself at that position nearer to the wall and 4-5 feet away from where Master-ji was sitting. Deepak also followed me there. Master-ji was now talking to me from my back.
Master-ji: Madam, now spread your legs such that there is a gap of more than one feet between your legs.
I picked up my foot off the floor and placed it wider and nearly one foot wide. Deepak now stooped down to help me out. He held my naked legs near my ankle and spread them further. I was having trouble believing myself. I wondered what was in store for me now. As I stretched my legs apart I could feel my inner pantyline digging into my groins. Also I was having an awkward feeling around my nipples as I spread my legs. Frankly I spread my legs on purpose like this only when I am on bed with my husband; hence probably that sensation unconsciously was playing in my mind. I quickly took my right hand to my boobs and tweaked each nipple gently over my blouse and also cushioned my firm globes with my palm to feel comfortable. Deepak was unable to see that as he was stooping.
Deepak: Master-ji, okay?
Master-ji: Perfect! Madam, now slowly bend forward from your waist.
Me: What do you mean?
Master-ji: Madam, keep your legs straight and bend forward. I will let you know where to stop so that you will have a clear idea how much to bend in front of people.
I had to turn back to Master-ji to talk.
Me: But Master-ji, this will look… I mean very err… very vulgar if I bend like this.
I must be looking utterly sexy as I saw Master-ji’s eyes fixed on my curvy figure, as I remained in that posture with legs spread apart and my gaand facing him and I had only turned my face to converse.
Madam: What vulgar Madam? Who is seeing you here?
Me: No, but…
From Master-ji’s words, it seemed he and Deepak were non-existent! How could I simply ignore the two males present in the room?
Master-ji: Madam, it will only aid you, otherwise you will keep on flashing your undergarment to everyone at every move.
I could not find words to fight against this argument because the fact remained that this piece of cloth I was wearing at my waist was awfully short and I was really unsure how my pumpkin-buttocks looked as I moved or stooped a bit.
Me: I will do as you say.
I reluctantly agreed and turned my face from Master-ji. I was now looking at the wall. Deepak now stood up and was standing very near to me.
Master-ji: Then do as I was saying. Slowly bend your body from your waist towards the floor. Deepak, just hold Madam’s feet so that she does not bend it by reflex action.
Deepak obediently nodded and readily crouched at my side and held my legs, this time he gripped me above my ankles at my lower thigh region and I could jolly well feel he started feeling my exposed thighs with both hands.
I started bending my upper part of the body from my waist. Fortunately, there was no one in front of me because my blouse began to create a gap exposing my deep cleavage over my brassiere. Simultaneously I could sense Deepak’s fingers starting to clutch my thighs very firmly and enjoying the smoothness.
Master-ji: Madam, bend slowly till I ask you to stop. Okay?
Me: O… Okay.
I continued to bend slowly and could realize my skirt must be raising up my thighs exposing more of my intimate parts. Now that my head was getting down, I could see Deepak and I almost froze seeing what that rascal was doing!
Since he was squatting near my feet, his face was at the level of my thighs and as I was in a somewhat bent posture, that rogue was taking full advantage of his position and was directly peeping under my skirt. He was so desperate that I was shocked to notice that he was directly looking up turning his head upwards! Honestly his eyes were just a foot away from my panty I gathered and he was getting an absolutely unrestricted view of my full gaand.
As soon as he saw me, he quickly turned down his face and gripped my thighs tighter. I felt like giving a tight slap to this young ruffian, but restrained myself. I could realize I must have been looking horribly sexy in that pose. I extended my vision to Master-ji and saw that he was openly scratching his loins with his both hands with his eyes fixed on my protruding buttocks.
Master-ji: Madam, stop. I can see your panty now from this angle.
I could not think anymore the way things were progressing. A few seconds ago I saw the assistant tailor almost poked his head in my skirt and was watching my panty and now the main tailor was declaring that he could see my undergarment below my skirt!
Master-ji: Madam, in this position your gaand is looking exactly like an oval fry pan covered by the skirt!
I could not react to that as Deepak was already creeping his hands up my thighs and giving me a very sexy feeling. He was feeling each inch of my naked thighs and his hands were now near the hem of my skirt!
Master-ji: Madam, hold on to that position. Deepak just help her so that she does not bend more.
I was purely perplexed at the sequence of events. Deepak now helping me to be fixed at that position brushed his hands up along my thighs and under my skirt! I could feel his fingers on the lower half of my naked buttocks!
I heard Master-ji coming near me. I casually looked down at my breasts and was shocked to notice that most of the flesh of my round milk tanks was splashing out of my blouse due to my somewhat inverted position.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, you can get straight now. I have noted the position.
Though Master-ji said that I was virtually trembling in excitement as Deepak’s fingers were now moving below my skirt freely and squeezing once or twice my heavy butt flesh over my panty. I was gasping for breath when Master-ji released me from this humiliating ‘awareness’ program.
Deepak had to stop now. He for the last time stretched his both palms fully under my skirt and cupped my full gaand and felt its size and plumpness. I stood straight, but was feeling very uncomfortable, as Deepak had ignited again new sexual desires in me by his acts. As a natural reflex action, I straightened my skirt over my gaand with my right hand and also adjusted my blouse and bra so that my milk jugs look somewhat concealed.
One thing was playing in my mind after what I experienced just now and in fact I was scared about my rear upskirt due to any stooping during the Maha-yagya.
Master-ji: Madam, the next posture is squatting, but there is no way you can accept that posture wearing this small skirt. Do you agree?
Master-ji was smiling naughtily. I just nodded.
Deepak: Madam, if you really need to crouch in front of anyone, its better that you open your skirt and then sit on your heels.
Master-ji and Deepak roared out in laughter sensing my humiliation. I stood dumb and continued to act shamelessly as if trapped in that room.
Master-ji: Madam, same applies for climbing stairs also, as you can very well understand that if you walk up the staircase wearing this skirt ahead of any person, without a doubt you are inviting him for a free show. I hope you…
Me: Yes Master-ji. I realize it. Hopefully I will not have to face it.
Deepak: Yes Madam, you know why?
I looked blankly at Deepak.
Deepak: Because… because there are no stairs at all in the ashram. Ha ha…
This time we all expressed amusement and laughed loudly. Honestly I was feeling a bit normalized also. My taut blouse got a bit of relief as I breathed easy.
Master-ji: So the last one is the lying posture. Madam, now that you are quite aware and conscious, I want you to lie on the bed on your own.
Me: O… Okay.
Master-ji: Madam, mind you, we will stand to that side.
They went towards the side of the couch where my legs would point once I lie on the bed. I sat on the bed and instantly realized that the cold bed sheet was touching part of my naked ass outside my panty – the skirt was so short! I kept my legs together, as straight as possible, and lifted them on bed. Master-ji and Deepak were looking at my waistline and I was trying my best to save my dignity, but could realize that it was impossible to keep my panty under cover. I could see my skirt mounting up my silky thighs almost to my groin and I quickly stretched it with my right hand. But as I lied down on the bed, I had to fold my legs just to some extent and I was sure at that time both the males who were standing down my legs got a good peep into my panty.
What a shame!
Myself being a housewife… What am I doing! Flashing time and again my panty to my tailors! My husband would definitely get a heart attack if he saw me lying on bed like this wearing the tiniest of skirts with two males trying to peep in my panty!
Master-ji: Great Madam! You are now quite prepared about how to go about the Maha-yagya wearing this dress!
I got up from bed and was thinking to get out of this skirt immediately and at last wear my sari, as I thought my measurement session along with this extra thing must have been over, but...
I missed something, very important. In fact I was missing the only aspect benefitting me!
Master-ji: Madam, now that the main portion of your measurement is over, we are left with just a little before we pack up.
Me: What else?
Knock! Knock!
There was a knock at the door and our conversation remained incomplete, as I was naturally busy to cover myself up and get a sari over my scanty dress since there was someone at the door.
Master-ji: Don’t worry Madam I will see who is it.
He went to the door, opened it slightly and I could hear Nirmal’s voice saying “a phone call for Madam”.
Master-ji: Okay, I am sending her.
Nirmal went away saying “Okay” and I went inside the toilet with my petticoat and sari wondering who it could be who has called here - from my residence? Mama-ji? As I was speculating, I got out of my skirt, tied the petticoat at my waist, and wore the sari as quick as possible and went out.
I was adjusting my pallu as I walked down the passage to the ashram office where the telephone was. It was near the guest room and as I entered I saw Nirmal standing there with the phone. The very sight of this dwarfish man and his funny face made me grin.
Me: Who is it?
Nirmal: Your husband Madam.
Me: Oh!
I was overjoyed, pretty much surprised too, hearing that Rajesh had called. I picked up the telephone and went ahead to talk with him.
Me: Hello.
Rajesh: Hello Nitu, it’s me!
Rajesh lovingly calls me ‘Nitu’, a short form from Anita.
Me: How are you? You remembered me after so many days!
I said with mock anger in my voice. Out of reflex action as if I was coiling my pallu in my free hand.
Rajesh: Come on Nitu! You knew that I went to Purangaon and came back only yesterday as per schedule. And from where how could I call you? You know naa…
I remembered that Rajesh was scheduled to go to our native village, Purangaon.
Me: Hmm. Okay. Okay. Don’t create excuses.
Rajesh: Jaan, how are things progressing there?
My heart as if skipped a beat listening to that question and I gulped before replying.
Me: Things are… things are all okay here… I mean treatment is going on.
Rajesh: You must be consuming a lot of herbs as medication?
“Lots of herbs” or “lots of hands” I thought!
Me: Yes err... lots of herbal medicines along with puja, yagya, etc. in which you do not believe at all.
Rajesh: If there is a result, I will start believing, you know. But how are you? I hope no side effects to the medications?
Me: No, no. I am… am fine dear…
“With so many hands groping and cuddling me here…” - I definitely could not verbalize that, but the fact played on at the back of my mind, always.
Rajesh: That’s good to know. Here at home front all is okay, you don’t have to worry.
Me: That’s good to know. You know, Mama-ji came here to meet me!
Rajesh: Yes, yes. I heard that from mom. What did he say?
Me: Nothing in particular, just came here to ask my health and how are things here.
Rajesh: So kind of him.
Yes, very kind… the way he kissed my forehead, traced my bra over my shoulder, made me touch my boobs to his chest, and the smack on my ass over my sari… I instantly remembered everything. Very ‘kind’ or very ‘cunning’!
Me: Hmm.
Rajesh: Hey Nitu. Is there anyone around?
I was a bit surprised at this question from Rajesh. I looked around and saw there was no one in the office room. Nirmal had gone away giving me the telephone and at this hour there was also no visitor for Guru-ji also.
Me: No, I am all alone in the office room. But, why do you ask that?
Rajesh: Umm. Jaan, I am missing you… on bed.
There was a change in his voice instantaneously. He said the last two words almost in a whispering tone. In fact, I have had the initial physical charge up from Deepak’s touches over my naked thighs and my bottoms a few minutes ago and now with my husband’s loving tone, I started melting.
Me: Umm. Me too.
I could not curb my emotions.
Rajesh: Hey, kiss me once naa?
Me: This is ashram dear, you should not be…
Rajesh: Uff! Shut up! Just kiss me once. Don’t you miss my lips Nitu?
Me: Hmm. I miss you ssoooooooo very much!
Rajesh: By the way, are you wearing a sari now?
Me: Why do you ask that?
Rajesh: Actually then I have to open your blouse…
Me: You. You naughty.
Rajesh: Hey. Nitu…
Me: W-h-a-t?
I surely was getting very weak listening to Rajesh’s affectionate voice and honestly desired to get loved by him.
Rajesh: Open your lips.
I was so carried away by his emotions that I actually parted my lips in front of the phone receiver.
Rajesh: What happened? Open them please.
Me: Oho! I have parted them already… for you only.
Rajesh: If that is so how can you hold the receiver?
Me: Uff! I have opened my LIPS for you… dear! What has that to do with the receiver?
I whispered though stressed on the word ‘lips’ to his ears.
Rajesh: Nitu, my darling! I told to open the lips under your sari so that I can insert…
Me: YOU! YOU BRUT! I am disconnecting the line...
Though I thoroughly enjoyed his prank, but pretended to be quite angry.
Rajesh: No, no, please don’t. Okay, okay, let me kiss your lips.
I could hear Rajesh kissing me a number of times over the phone.
Rajesh: Nitu, the bed looks so empty…
I was getting pretty excited now listening to my husband’s inviting words. I was holding the phone in my right hand and my left hand automatically went inside my sari pallu over my blouse and I started pressing and cupping my juicy mammaries.
Rajesh: Close your eyes now. Let me squeeze my coconuts once… aah!
My eyes were in fact closed and I tried to feel as if my husband was holding and squeezing my “coconuts” clasped inside my tight blouse.
Rajesh: Umm. Missing you jaan.
Me: Take me in your arms…
Rajesh: Umm. Nitu, kiss me once naa…
Me: No. I cannot do that from here.
Rajesh: Why? Don’t be ashamed. You told that there was no one… So?
Was there any shame still left in me, I wondered. But for my husband I was the same old shy and conservative “Nitu”!
Rajesh: Hey… what happened?
Me: Hmm. O… Okay baba.
I was breathing faster and as a result my boobs were exerting pressure on my blouse and I felt tighter. I looked around again and now loudly kissed my hubby over the phone. I myself was shocked to see my revelation.
Rajesh: You are a darling Nitu.
Me: Umm...
Rajesh: I just hope your ashram treatment gives us our much desired fruit.
Me: Umm.
Rajesh: Nitu?
I was still under the spell of my husband’s ‘love’.
Rajesh: When you will be back?
I tried to recover myself.
Me: Yes, by this weekend.
Rajesh: Okay, till such time I will call you each day.
Alarm bells rang in my mind, because Maha-yagya would start tonight and I was not sure exactly how long it would extend, though Guru-ji mentioned ‘two days’.
Me: Hey. Listen naa. Don’t call here any more till I get back. Guru-ji doesn’t like interrupting phone calls in the ashram from outside. So, please…
Rajesh: Hmm. I understand. It’s a divine place…
He paused just a little and then ended the call.
Rajesh: Okay. Then, bye jaan. If you need anything, do give me a call. Okay?
Me: Okay, you take care and pray to God that….
Rajesh: Yes, so that your treatment is successful. I will. Take care.
Me: Bye.
I was still holding the telephone as I heard Rajesh disconnected the phone and I put down the receiver. Poor Rajesh! He could never imagine what I had to undergo here though it was part of my treatment and therapy. I still had complete faith in Guru-ji and believed that he would certainly make me a ‘mother’ through his Maha-yagya. Yes, I admit that I was a culprit in extracting enjoyment from some of the encounters, especially with Uday and some with Master-ji, and also some other here and there. But I am also a human being, a matured married woman, nearly 30 years of age - how could I just evade the male touches on my body and still remain oblivious and not get incited?
As I was thinking all this, I was on my way back to my room where Master-ji and Deepak were waiting for me.
Master-ji: Who called you Madam?
Me: Rajesh. I mean… my husband.
I was a bit careless while walking back the alley and my pallu had shifted of my protruding right breast almost completely and as soon as I met Deepak’s eyes I caught him enjoying the view. Immediately I adjusted my pallu and wrapped my treasures properly and as I was breathing slightly faster than normal, my heavy boobs were stretching my blouse.
Deepak: He must be missing you very much Madam.
Deepak indicatively smiled suggesting my husband must have been missing my appealing ‘flesh’.
Master-ji: Bah! Then you must be feeling refreshed talking to him?
Me: Yes, of course. It seemed it’s such a long time I had not conversed with Rajesh…
Master-ji: Madam, shall we continue?
Me: Yes, yes. What else is left?
I was still so much immersed with Rajesh’s thoughts that I was not paying heed to what I was talking to the tailor. Honestly though Rajesh did not touch me, but due to the previous touches of Deepak and my husband’s passionate talks, my whole body was heated up to a great extent. Master-ji was an experienced man and he probably caught my emotions flowing and he quickly pushed me inside the main topic.
Master-ji: Madam, I need to stitch your undergarments too, as you cannot of course wear your regular ones in the Maha-yagya.
Me: Oho! Right, right.
I took this issue quite casually as my mind was as if gliding on my husband’s wings. I suddenly remembered something.
Me: And Master-ji, you must correct my longstanding problem, which I referred to you earlier… Do you remember?
Master-ji: Yes, yes Madam! Your panty problem. I will definitely fix that also. I will also stitch you some spare panties, which you can use later going back home.
I smiled and nodded acknowledging a ‘thanks’.
Me: Honestly Master-ji, I will be very… I mean … very grateful to you if you can correct my problem. I am facing the trouble for a long time now.
Master-ji: Madam, please don’t say ‘grateful’. If I am unable to fix my customers’ problems, then I am not an efficient tailor. Isn’t it?
We smiled at each other. Actually my inner self felt quite relieved after talking to my husband and I experienced a peculiar freeness in my approach!
Master-ji: If I can recall correctly your main problem is that - any panty you wear, after sometime, it tends to lose the grip and squeeze into the center. Right Madam?
My state of mind was so blatant at that time that I did not feel even a tinge of shame discussing my panty with the tailor!
Me: Absolutely.
Master-ji: As I told you before Madam, the first correction that you need to do is not wear the ‘normal’ variety, but wear the ‘mega’ variety of panty for your hip size.
I nodded shamelessly to this suggestion.
Master-ji: So Madam, next time when you go to shop for your panty, please ask for the Daisy Mega and do not get into your shopkeeper’s words…
Me: No, no. I will buy that only.
Master-ji: Madam, if you can hand me over a spare one…
I did not gather what Master-ji wanted and asked a foolish question.
Me: Spare what?
Master-ji: A spare panty Madam…
Me: Oho! Yes, yes… just a minute.
I quickly tried to cover my foolishness and went to the cupboard and instantly pulled out one of my panties and handed it to my tailor.
Master-ji: Thanks Madam.
Deepak now came closer to probably inspect my panty.
Master-ji: See Madam, the main reason for your problem – look at the back coverage.
Saying that Master-ji held the panty up, almost at my face height, and stretched its waistband and showed me its back. Now I started feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Master-ji: The cloth is so small here that in the first place it’s not covering your back properly and see Madam - the elastic here also is poor and hence the grip is loose. That’s why it is slipping on your bottoms and gathering in the middle.
Me: I see.
Though I said that, but the feeling of uneasiness was slowly digging its roots in me discussing my panty with my tailor. Deepak was also intently looking at my panty, which appeared to be on display for everyone in Master-ji’s hands.
Master-ji: Next see Madam, the waistband, it’s so lose!
Me: But Master-ji it was okay when I bought it; after a number of washes the elastic gets loosened.
Master-ji: But this lose…! No, no Madam. If the grip is not good at your waist, the panty will not stay in proper place and you will face all these problems.
Me: O-k-ay. But any elastic will get lose due to washing Master-ji.
Master-ji: I agree Madam, but then you have to discard that panty and buy a new one.
Me: Then I have to marry an undergarment businessman if I have to keep discarding like that…
We all laughed at my words and the environment was lighter. My uneasiness also decreased to some extent. Now Deepak joined the conversation.
Deepak: Master-ji, what’s the average durability of the elastic that we give? Customers must be washing it like Madam does.
Master-ji: Yes Deepak, the elastic that we stitch in is certainly of good quality and if it’s always washed in lukewarm water, it should stay good for nearly five to six months.
Deepak: I can bet Madam must be washing her panty in cold water.
I looked at Deepak with a dumb face. What a bet he played on a housewife!
I nodded in affirmation to Deepak.
Master-ji: That’s clearly another reason for your problem. You should certainly avoid cold water, for even your bra Madam.
Me: Okay, I will try, but it’s difficult…
Master-ji: Difficult, but not impossible Madam.
We smiled at each other, myself nodding my head.
Master-ji: Don’t worry Madam, even if you cannot do that, I will fix your problem.
Me: Fine.
Master-ji: Deepak, can you tell me what’s the ideal back coverage for any woman?
Deepak: Master-ji, it’s I think 50%.
Master-ji: Right you are. And for a big shape like Madam’s, it has to be on the higher side. What do you reckon of this one?
Master-ji indicated to my panty hanging in his hands.
Deepak: Master-ji, this would hardly cover 20-25% even if the back is stretched fully. That too I am not sure… Madam has such a full thing!
Master-ji: Only 20-25%?
Deepak: Am quite sure Master-ji.
Master-ji: How can that be Deepak? No, no…
Deepak: See the fabric Master-ji, it will not stretch much.
Master-ji: Yes, I agree it’s not a quality fabric, but still… Only 20-25%? This is not a thong after all?
Thong? What’s that I wondered, but could well assume that it has to be a very skimpy thing.
Deepak: Master-ji, your assessment is chasing your age… Is Madam that modern to wear it? She must be hearing it for the first time. Ha ha ha…
Deepak’s laugh was so irritating that I almost sank my teeth into my lower lips though the fact remained that I was unaware what a ‘thong’ was.
Master-ji: True. True. Madam does not live in a metro city. How would she know?
They were both smiling curiously at my ignorance.
Master-ji: Madam, since he said that your panty would only cover 20% of your buttocks, I referred to a thong. I guess you do not know what a ‘thong’ is?
I stirred my head gently indicating “No”.
Master-ji: Madam, the thong is like a panty, but smaller than it; it has a front cover and a narrow strip of fabric in the back, which forms a “V” as it tapers into your crotch. It’s a modern day women’s wear.
He paused and looked directly at my eyes.
Master-ji: Madam, if you wear a thong under your sari or salwar kamiz, it will keep your whole gaand under your dress pretty much exposed. I think you will have almost the same feeling when your panty actually gathers in the middle.
My face was turning red as Master-ji described things and I wanted to terminate it.
Me: O! I see.
Master-ji: Can you relate it now Madam why I said it?
Me: Yes, yes.
There was no other way but for me to grasp and understand everything.
Deepak: Still Master-ji, it would be a real scene if Madam decides to wear a thong.
Master-ji: Why?
Deepak: Just look at her gaand. She has such a super size. So fleshy, so round…
Master-ji: He he… That’s true. Madam, he is not completely wrong.
Me: Master-ji, can we get back to…
Master-ji: Right, right Madam. Unnecessarily we are drifting away.
Deepak: Master-ji, do one thing.
Master-ji: What?
Deepak: You hold Madam’s panty like this and then you will take my point.
Master-ji: Lets see.
I saw Master-ji holding the waistband of my panty with both hands before his face and Deepak stretching the panty fabric with both hands to assess how much flesh it would cover of my big round ass!
My mouth was half open already. What are they doing? The discussion was so casual – they were discussing my PANTY and that too in front of me – I was simply bewildered. I could well realize things were getting out of my hand, but I was in no position to get out of it.
Deepak: Master-ji, just see. Only this much and look at Madam’s… big gaand.
I was perplexed at his comment and both males tried to look at my sari-covered hips, but since I was facing them they were not able to see it fully!
Master-ji: Madam, can you just turn your back to us? That will enable us to assess how much more cloth needs to be added to your panty so that it covers you properly as well as not repeat your problem i.e. gather in the middle.
I was so bemused at this sudden development that I could not evolve anything at all from my thought process, but a mumble.
Me: I mean… mmm… err… but…
Master-ji: Madam, why are you hesitating? You don’t have to do anything. Just turn back. That’s all.
Before I could properly comprehend what they are up to, Master-ji bowled me with a googly!
Master-ji: Madam, are you wearing a panty right now?
Me: What?
Master-ji: I mean you went to the toilet, so in case you have opened it … that’s why I was asking...
I was obviously irritated and annoyed by such a question. I just looked down and nodded positively. I felt so much shame in answering such a question to a male at this age that I felt like running away from the room.
Me: No, but…
Master-ji: No? Are you are not wearing anything below?
Me: Oh! No, no. Am wearing it.
Master-ji: Okay. You said ’no’… Anyway, that’s great!
He was looking at the hourglass of my hourglass figure as he commented. I looked at Master-ji with a surprised look. What’s there to be so much excited if I was wearing my panty, I could not comprehend.
Master-ji: I can start the inspection right now. I assure you Madam you will definitely not have your problem again. Now please turn back once.
I was somewhat puzzled now. What would he do? Though I knew what my tailor would check, but was unsure of the way in which it would be done. My panty’s back coverage was under the microscope, I knew, but will Master-ji lift my sari up to my waist to check my panty?
Oh No! My God!! Can’t be.
Will he insert his hands under my sari and check the needful? Goodness gracious! I already had dry lips and was getting extremely anxious.
Fortunately nothing of that sort happened, but the initial good feeling of talking to my husband over phone and my physical excitement were evaporating rapidly due to the fear of once again getting groped by my tailor.
Master-ji: Madam, are you right now feeling the problem that you were referring?
Me: No, no… it’s absolutely okay now.
I answered in a meek feeble voice.
Master-ji: Bah! So you mean to say that your panty is now fully stretched on your… on your gaand?
I was aghast to hear time and again that word – gaand from the tailor! But I could reckon they were low class people and would use those sorts of words only.
Me: Y… yes. I feel okay…
Master-ji: But Madam, you only mentioned that you start to have the problem specifically after sometime of wearing your panty – right?
Me: Yes, but… no…
I was practically mumbling at every step to such direct questions about my inner wear.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam meant that after some time of wearing her panty, if she walks or works, she starts feeling the problem. Am I right Madam?
As if I got words from Deepak and instantly picked them up.
Me: Yes, yes. That’s what I meant. Exactly.
Madam: O-k-a-y. So since you are rather stationary here in this room, you didn’t face the problem. By the way Madam, does it fully get inside your slit… I mean ass crack?
I had to revolt now. I was unable to take any more.
Me: What do you mean? What sort of question is that?
Master-ji: Madam. Madam. Please don’t feel otherwise. I know these are very intimate questions and you will feel shy to reply, but if you do not tell me the exact detail, how can I fix the problem?
Deepak: Madam, Master-ji is like your doctor. Your dress doctor.
There was a silence of some seconds with Deepak and Master-ji both looking at me, rather my youthful sari covered body, and I was licking my dry lips to get back some confidence in front of these males.
Master-ji: Yes, yes. Do you not tell intimate things to the doctor or not Madam?
I had to give a nod.
Master-ji: So it’s like that only. Don’t hesitate Madam. Tell me does the whole panty slips off your flesh and gets inside your ass cheeks? I mean the panty lines on both sides. Did you check that ever consciously?
I was turning red like a tomato. My ears were emitting heat and I was breathing profoundly in this verbal humiliation. I felt completely trapped. I could have protested, but thought that it would unnecessarily invite a loud argument and would definitely attract the ashram people. Certainly the whole episode would be divulged, especially how I pretended to be senseless and encouraged Master-ji to enjoy my youthful body. So I considered it wise to stay silent and gulp the humiliation because afterall whatever was happening would remain confined to the four walls of this room only.
Me: No… I mean… err… the major part…. sneaks in.
Master-ji: But… am not clear. Look Madam, if you don’t specify modestly I cannot make the right choice also for the fabric of your panty.
I realized that I had to be rather shameless verbally in order to get to the end of this.
Me: I mean the whole fabric at my back almost gather round the middle and slips into my… I mean…
Master-ji: Hmm. Hmm. You mean to say the fabric feels like a thick rope and gets stuck in your crack. Right?
I nodded.
Master-ji: Hmm. Madam, that means your gaand remains fully naked below your petticoat, no cover on them?
I was dumb. That was quite obvious that if my panty slipped into my ass crack, my buns would remain bare. What did he want me to reply?
Though in my mind I was congruent with his words as that’s what exactly happened in most cases when I returned from the market or even when I visited my relative’s house, because hardly within half-an-hour to one hour, my panty would invariably slip within my ass crack.
Master-ji: Deepak, do you realize the problem?
Deepak: Yes, yes Master-ji. It’s more or less like the problem of Padma Madam.
Master-ji: Padma Madam? Which Padma?
Deepak: Master-ji, you won’t be knowing her. It was during my job in the city shop last year.
Master-ji: O-k-a-y. I have a customer named Padma, but she only stitches blouse from me.
I was all along listening to this conversation standing in between the two males.
Master-ji: So Madam, you see, it’s not your problem only! In any case, Deepak what was her problem?
Deepak: Master-ji, peculiarly she was having the right side of her panty slipping into the middle as she walked for a while.
Me: And how was that solved?
I felt keen for the first time.
Deepak: Master-ji, unlike Madam’s, she had a slight leg length discrepancy and then realizing that we adjusted the stitching likewise and her problem was solved.
Master-ji: Madam, as I said earlier also, you firstly need a bigger back coverage for your panty. That’s the prime change you need to make alongside a thicker fabric with good side elastic would surely enable you to overcome your problem.
Me: Okay Master-ji.
Master-ji: Deepak, just keep a note that the twill cotton 150 to be used when I stitch the spare panties for Madam.
Deepak nodded and scribbled in his notebook.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, now please turn back and let me first prove Deepak wrong.
I completely forgot that there was an argument between Master-ji and Deepak regarding the back coverage of my panty and that issue came up again just when I was getting adjusted to this verbal disgrace, the physical part dropped in.
Master-ji: Madam, please don’t waste time.
I clenched my lips and slowly turned my back. My full back and of course my protruding round buttocks were inviting Mastering and Deepak now. I felt like dying to stand like this in front of two males when I know their eyes are riveted on my ripe pumpkin-like gaand.
Master-ji: Thank you Madam. Deepak, you now tell me where Madam’s panty line is right now.
Deepak: Sure Master-ji, let me check.
Panty line! My heart as if skipped a beat. But before I could think any further, I felt a couple of hands on my sari-covered bottoms gripping my ass flesh firmly over my sari. Deepak immediately gave me a couple of light squeezes on my firm ass cheeks and my lips automatically parted and I gasped for air and I tried my best to control my emotions.
Master-ji: Are you able to feel the panty from above her clothes?
Deepak: Yes, yes Master-ji.
Saying that he now poked his fingers on my heavy-duty buttocks and in no time he was able to trace my panty line through the thin layers of my sari and petticoat and started to feel it with his fingers of his both hands. I could sense Deepak had knelt down in front of my gaand and keeping his body balanced on his knees, he was tracing my panty line with his hands. This would certainly excite any woman and I was also no exception.
I could feel his hands all over my big gaand and leaving my panty line now his fingers lethargically started tracing the line of my crevice! It seemed Deepak liked the shape of my butt formed over my sari-cover as more and more of its contour was getting exposed as his fingers tried to push my sari deeper into my ass crack over my panty.
Master-ji: What happened? You seem to like Madam’s gaand very much! Ha ha ha…
The laughter seemed to be echoing in the room signifying my mortified state in the hands this tailor-duo.
Deepak: Master-ji, whatever you say, Madam’s back is very special. It’s so firm, yet its butter smooth! What a maal!
I started biting my lips with my teeth and tried my best to ignore such lewd remarks. Though I was trying to ignore everything, my body was unable to do that!
I could feel clearly that Deepak was playing with my buttocks. I felt his thumb pressing deep on my left ass cheek and the rest of the fingers caught the elastic of my panty line over my sari and he started digging the sari deeper into the panty! My body was emitting so much heat already that I had to shuffle mildly. My annoyance was now mixed with exhilaration of this sexy groping. Deepak was taking his time kneading my big round ass with both hands over the cover of my sari and petticoat.
Honestly I was also beginning to get fairly excited from Deepak’s heavy fondling. He was pressing and kneading my buttocks nonstop in the pretext of finding my panty line!
Deepak: Master-ji, found it! Here it is!
Saying that he traced his finger on my smooth butt skin over my sari along the edge of my panty. My excitement was added to by every movement of Deepak’s crafty hands
and my whole body started releasing so much heat now that I felt like removing my sari and stand in my petticoat and blouse only!
Master-ji: Where? Let me see.
I could sense Master-ji also congregating with Deepak near my gaand. He also bent down to have his face near my flaring ass. As Deepak was continuously touching my butts, I had to mildly wriggle my ass to feel at ease. I knew the scene would look utterly vulgar to wriggle my heavy buttocks under my sari in front of two pairs of hungry eyes, but I could not control myself aside from doing that.
Now I clearly felt another hand touching my gaand!
Master-ji: Hmm. O-k-a-y. Madam, let me trace it fully, then I will know exactly how much it’s covering you.
There was practically no need to tell me anything as I had succumbed to this already. He removed Deepak’s hand off my left ass cheek and directly touched and pressed me there. I could invariably feel that Master-ji’s hand was bolder than his apprentice. He immediately pinched my ass as if signaling me that it was ‘his’ hand. Deepak’s fingers were still resting on my panty line on my right buttock.
My sari and petticoat were not thick enough to give me adequate protection from these hungry hands. Thus Master-ji also, like Deepak, could easily grip my panty elastic over with two to three fingers of his hand. Master-ji started moving his fingers down my left buttock following my panty line. At this point I was trembling in sexual stimulation as he continued to trace my panty line and moved down… and down… and down till he reached my ass crack! I could not bear that sexy hot wave jerking my body and reacted.
Me: Aah! Ouch! What… what are you doing Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, madam just be patient for a moment. My checking is almost over.
I shuffled standing in the same position and felt like parting my legs in horniness and created a slight gap in between my legs (honestly to accommodate his hand down my gaand). Though I got a momentary relief from this sexy uneasiness, but Master-ji started a new ‘inspection’!
He removed his hand off my gaand tracing fully my panty line till my ass crack. I exhaled a sigh of relief only to find myself left with a wide, open mouth as I felt Master-ji exposing his palm fully and giving me a very tight squeeze on my left buttock. My nipples instantly reacted to it and were fully upright within my bra. Automatically whatever little shame was left in me evaporated, and I brazenly began to massage my juicy boobs over my sari and blouse and also outset swaying my heavy hips slowly in elation.
I didn’t know whether Master-ji and Deepak noticed me doing this very sexy act, but they extracted all honey out of my full-grown ass with their hands.
This went on for some more moments and finally when he stopped my sari naturally got bunched up along his finger into my deep ass crack between my thighs.
Master-ji: Okay done.
Deepak: So, Master-ji, was I right or wrong?
Master-ji: Yes Deepak, I was mistaken. You were right.
Saying that he again pinched my bottom and this time a prolonged one, as if he was squeezing the cheeks of a little girl with two fingers! I was breathing heavily in ecstasy, but still tried to get back my composure.
Master-ji: Madam, I must say you are quite different from my other customers!
Though still there were two hands on my sari-covered gaand, fortunately for the moment they were mostly stationary.
Me: What… I mean how?
I asked in a husky voice.
Master-ji: Madam, have you ever checked your back in the mirror after wearing a panty?
What a noble question! Ignoring the irritation I wetted my lips and initiated to deliver replies blatantly!
Me: Hmm. Of course, but… but why?
I could instantly feel there was a stir in the hand positions of Master-ji and Deepak, both, as I replied. Though I said ‘of course’, but very frankly I hardly get a chance to check myself in the mirror at home wearing only my undergarments. Our bathroom mirror gives only a bust view and so I have to come to the bedroom to check my full figure, and getting out of the bathroom only in my inner wears is out of question. And even if I do that, if Rajesh was around, he would definitely not allow me to check myself in the mirror, rather I would end up in his strong arms, and not to mention would certainly lose my undergarments also in a flash.
Master-ji: If that is so, you are an exception Madam, as none of my customers would allow so much exposure of their globes beneath their sari.
I was bowled over again! What does this old man trying to indicate? Am I a saucy woman? I immediately tried to improve my position in front of my tailor that ‘I am not like that’.
Me: No, no Master-ji, actually after I wear it, I make sure to stretch it properly over my back so that I look decent… I mean … so that I feel decent under my sari.
Master-ji: But Madam, just see. Your panty line is here…
Saying that he traced my panty line again on left ass cheek and this time pressed his finger with force on my firm ass flesh to show me the position.
Master-ji: Madam, its just four to five fingers from your crevice and the whole of your left bun is bare… I mean not covered by your panty.
Me: It… it must have shifted while…
Master-ji: Okay. But still I think that you keep a lot of your gaand exposed outside your panty Madam.
Deepak: Master-ji, Madam has such a nice treasure, why should she keep it wholly under cover?
Master-ji: No, no. That’s okay. But I was only saying that my other customers…
I had to object to Deepak’s derogative remark.
Me: What do you mean? I do it deliberately?
Deepak: No, no Madam. I just said it casually. You told naa… after wearing it you stretch it max over your gaand… What else can you do?
Master-ji: Right! If there is a defect in the panty itself, nothing can be done.
I felt better at this compromising tone of Deepak.
Deepak: So Master-ji, this is the core reason for Madam’s problem?
Master-ji: Obviously. Look at the open portion…
Saying that he created a gap between his thumb and middle finger and tried to show Deepak the distance over my ass flesh, which was outside my panty cover.
Deepak: You cannot even cover it with your fingers!
My face was all red again and listening to that probably Master-ji tried even harder to cover my ass cheek with his fully stretched fingers.
Me: Aaah!
I anxiously reacted as his whole palm with his fingers fully extended rested on the right side of my gaand. I was also feeling wetness in my pussy and drops now began to trickle out of my honey pot into my panty. And as expected, he cupped my very firm ass flesh with his whole palm giving me a forceful squeeze. He must have enjoyed that to the hilt and Deepak also was all along feeling the smoothness of my round right globe under my sari. I attempted to put a full stop to this ‘never-ending’ lewd encounter.
Me: Whatever Master-ji, you just stitch me the proper size.
Master-ji: Come on Madam! That’s the only reason I am checking. Deepak, just remember to put two inches of additional back cover for Madam.
Deepak shifted his fingers on my right ass cheek slightly as if to check how much will be covered of my ass if that additional cloth is appended to my panty.
Deepak: Will that be enough Master-ji? Have you checked this part, it’s so tight and bouncy! I fear the panty might slip again.
Tight and bouncy? Deepak was referring to the middle portion of my ass cheek and poking his finger to check the elasticity of my ass flesh! I felt like getting drowned in a glass of water in shame. These two were taking an exam of all my womanly shame and self-respect.
Master-ji: Which portion? The middle? Hmm.
He paused and I felt Master-ji’s thumb poking into my left ass cheek very directly and the old fox obviously did not miss the chance to again squeeze my big round flesh with his other fingers enjoying every bit of suppleness and smoothness of my gorgeous ass. I was getting increasingly heated up and my buttocks were also emitting substantial heat by now. I was sure both Master-ji and Deepak were clearly able to sense that over my loins. Naturally I was all the more waggling my ass, as I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and sexually excited.
Master-ji: Madam, I must compliment you. At your age and even after marriage you have such a tight gaand.
Deepak: Master-ji, also think of her husband, he s-o-o lucky.
Master-ji: Ha ha. Of course Beta.
Deepak: He can touch this g-a-a-n-d all day, all night…
Master-ji: Don’t talk like an idiot Deepak. He must be attending office or having a business. How can he touch her all day? Ha ha ha.
Deepak also joined the laughter roar to this crude low-grade joke and almost simultaneously both gave me tight squeezes on my gaand cupping my tight flesh from over my sari to make me pant like a traveler without water in the desert.
I was amazed to see the courage of these two males. Petty tailors - commenting like that! Moreover, freely cupping my hips at their will just because I was in a compromised state. If this was not the ashram, a tight slap would teach this Deepak a lesson. How dare he remark “He can touch this gaand all day, all night…”!
Me: Ah! Ouch!
My excitement was getting over my irritation time and again. The way these two males were pressing me at that very sensitive spot, I was behaving almost like a randi, pressing my boobs, shuffling, and also wriggling my heavy gaand under my sari. Both males were now at random poking and digging their fingers deep into the middle of my ass cheeks over my sari and petticoat to check the firmness of my buttocks. My lips were drying up every now and then and my nipples were extremely taut now eagerly waiting to be freed and twisted.
I closed my eyes visualizing the vulgarity the scene was exhibiting – two males in almost squatting position caressing my gaand over my sari and myself was swaying my ass and pressing my boobs and tracing my nipples over my tight blouse under my sari pallu. This bawdy affair went on for a few more minutes till Master-ji remarked, “Okay Madam, we are done”!
So kind of him, I thought.
Master-ji: Deepak, I think two and three quarter inch of additional fabric with elastic stitching on both edges will solve Madam’s problem.
Deepak: As you feel right Master-ji.
Both males stood up and I immediately took a step forward to get rid of the two hands till then constantly cajoling my ass flesh.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, at last we are finally done! I will be back with your dress and the undergarments by 09:00 p.m. here again. Since the Maha-yagya start time is around 11:00 p.m., we will have substantial time if you need any further correction in your outfit.
Me: Uff! Okay Master-ji.
I took a deep breath and my whole body was aching now because I got the male touch concentrated on my bottoms only for an extended period of time. I adjusted my pallu and straightened the sari over my buttock curve and tried to look decent. Deepak was quick enough to gather the tailoring bits and pieces into his bag and they bid me ‘good bye’ promising to get back by 9 at night.
Even after the tailor-duo disappeared from my room, I stood like a statue for some time trying to realize what I underwent in the last one hour or so and what’s in store for me additionally. I went to the toilet and washed my face, neck, and arms with cold water and tried my best to get out of my horny feelings. I did not even wipe my face and was back in the room and jumped into the bed. I allowed my pussy to discharge some fluids in my panty and then attempted to get myself out of these ‘hot’ feelings.
I was successful after sometime and then endeavored to be prepared mentally for the Maha-yagya. I closed my eyes and concentrated on it though I found it very hard. At one point I started feeling very sleepy and decided to sleep for a while. I just raised my waist from my lying position and inserted my hands inside my sari and petticoat and got out of my panty, which was having some wet spots in the front. I threw it to the room corner and went for the nap.
I did not know how long I slept, but my sleep was interrupted by knocks at the door. Nirmal was at the door.
Nirmal: Afternoon Madam. Sleeping at this hour?
I somehow resisted laughing looking at the face of this short-statured personality. I did not know why every time his very look made me amused.
Me: No actually got late with Master-ji giving the measurements, so…
Nirmal: I see. Actually Guru-ji passed you this book. Madam, you get fresh and I will bring tea for you. Then you can go through the book.
That was a good idea. I was still feeling somewhat sleepy and as I felt a slight itch around my pussy area, I instantly remember that I was not wearing the panty. I looked from the corner of my eye to the room corner to find it lying in a curled up fashion. Thank God! Nirmal had not noticed that. But certainly his eyes were roving along my bust-line under my sari pallu, though the fact remained that his height was such that his eye level was at my bust-line.
Nirmal: Madam, Guru-ji also told to inform you that you should be ready for the Maha-yagya by 11 p.m. Though that’s a lot of time from now, I still made you aware.
Me: Okay, thanks.
He went away and I immediately almost sprinted to the corner of the room to pick up my panty and kept it in the cupboard. I was feeling better without the panty and decided to remain pantyless, as I would be confined to my room only. Nirmal was back in a couple of minutes and by that time I used the conveniences. After I finished tea, I took the book and glanced through it. It had subjects like Linga Puja, Yoni Puja, Stree Puja and so on with their vivid descriptions and narration.
I was glued to the book for fairly long time and was engrossed in the detailed yagya processes, and was curiously reading the extracted verses from the Purana, like this excerpt, which I found pretty interesting:
Dialog between Parvati the great Goddess and Lord Shiva:
The Ten Mahavidyas, these are listed in the third patala of Yoni Tantra as Kali, Tara, Sodasi, Chinnamastaka, Bhagalamukhi, Matangi, Bhuvaneshvari, Mahalakshmi and associated with the different parts of the yoni. This list of the Mahavidyas differs from that in Todala Tantra.
One becomes Kalika’s son and renowned. Devi is at the base of the yoni and Naganandini is in the yoni. Kali and Tara are in the yoni cakra and Chinnamastaka in the hair. Bagalamukhi and Matangi are on the rim of the yoni. Mahalakshmi, Shodashi and Bhuvaneshvari are within the yoni. By worshipping the yoni one certainly worships Sakti.
The MahaVidya, mantra and preparation of the mantra do not bestow siddhi without worship of the yoni. One should bow thrice before the yoni with a flower, Mahesvari, else the puja of a man is useless even in 1000 lifetimes. Guru is clearly Siva and his partner is the true form of the goddess.
One should only couple with the yoni that bleeds.
Dearest, if by good fortune one is partner to a Brahmin girl, one should worship her yoni tattva. Otherwise, worship other yonis. When we speak of Brahmin, her we speak about those who are Brahmin by birth based on Astrology, and not because one is born in a Brahmin home.
Candali, Lady of Hosts, the foremost one, is the center of the yoni. By worshipping in this way, one becomes my equal, most certainly. What use are meditations, reciting mantras, giving gifts or kula nectars? O Durga, without yoni worship, all are fruitless.
Seated on the peak of Mount Kailasha, the god of gods,the guru of all creation, was questioned by Durga-of-the-Smiling-Face, Naganandini. Lord, 64 tantras have been created. Tell me, Ocean of Compassion, about the chief of these. Mahadeva said: Listen, dearest Parvati, to this great secret. You have asked to hear this 10 million times.
Beauteous One, it is because of your feminine nature that you continually ask me. You should conceal this by every effort. Parvati, there is mantra pitha, yantra pitha and yoni pitha. Amongst these, the chief is certainly the yoni pitha, revealed to you from affection. Naganandini, listen closely! Hari, Hara and Brahma---- the gods of creation, maintenance and destruction----all originate in the yoni.
A person should not worship the yoni if he does not have the Sakti mantra. This initiation and mantra is the deliverer from hell. I am Mityunjaya, beloved of your yoni. Surasundari, I always worship Durga in my heart lotus. This liberates the mind from distinctions such as Divya and vira. O Lady Goddess! worshipping in this manner, liberation is placed within a person’s reach.
A yoni worshipper should prepare the Sakti mantra. He gains wealth, poesy, wisdom and omniscience. He becomes the four-faced Brahma for one hundred million eons.
What is the use of talking! To speak of this avails naught. If a person worships with menstrual flowers, he also has power over fate. Doing much puja in this way, he may become liberated.
The fruit of doing puja to the great yoni, deliverer from the ocean of misery, is life and enhanced vitality. The yoni which has bled is suitable for worship. Do not worship a yoni which has never bled. Worshipping a yoni which has never bled causes loss of siddhi on every occasion
In the absence of the yoni of a maiden or a beautiful woman, worship the yoni of a sister or of a female pupil. Worship the yoni daily, otherwise pronounce the mantra. Do not perform useless puja without yoni puja.
ParvatÌ said: Ocean of Compassion, by what method should the yoni, which is the essence of the cosmos, to be worshipped? If you or a sadhaka should worship a yoni, how does it bestow grace? Speak of this to me! I want to hear all of this because of my great curiosity.
Mahadeva said: A sadhaka wishing to worship a yoni, which is the form of the cosmos, should cause an erection and insert it into that thing which is Sakti Herself. The vagina is Mahamaya and the penis is Sadasiva. Worshipping them, one becomes liberated while still alive, there is no doubt of it. One should offer bali, flowers and so forth. If incapable of this, worship with wine, O Durga. One should do pranayama and my six limbed puja in the yoni region. After reciting the mantra 100 times at the base of the yoni, one should rub the linga and the yoni together.
I have thereby declared the manner of proceeding for all sadhakas. Devesi, never reveal this tantra! Do not give it to the disciple of another or to the undevoted. Mahadevi, the Yoni Tantra is revealed from love for you.
If a person should gaze at a yoni while ritually bathing, his life becomes fruitful. There is no doubt of this. One should look at one’s partner’s yoni, at another woman’s yoni, the yoni of a maiden----in the absence of a maiden’s yoni one should gaze reverentially at the yoni of a pupil.
Liberation is achieved through enjoyment. Happiness is gained through enjoyment. Therefore, by every effort, a sadhaka should become an enjoyer. The wise man should always avoid blame, disgust or shame of the yoni. Unless the yoni is worshipped using the Kulachara method, even
one hundred thousand sadhanas are useless.
If one should lick the elixir at the edge of the yoni, evil in one’s body or dwelling place is certainly destroyed. What point is there to bathing in the Ganges or in other tirthas? Dearest, in this matter relating to a powerful sadhaka always worshipping the vagina, what use is there of many words?
Whosoever in this Kali Yuga recites mantra in a supremely devoted way specifically to the yoni, the core of the universe, is within reach of liberation.
Listen, O one-dear-to-me-as-life, of the destruction of the mental predisposition of pashas. Worship a nubile yoni in a highly ecstatic way.
Whosoever in this Kali Yuga recites mantra in a supremely devoted way specifically to the yoni, the core of the universe, is within reach of liberation. Amongst thousands of sadhakas and tens of millions of worshippers, fortunate are they who do Kali sadhana. Kali is the Mother of the Universe and of all Shastra, quite certainly. Remembering Kali frees one from the fetters of a pasu. After reciting Kali’s great mantra, one becomes Kali’s son, there is no doubt. This is true, true, true, true without question.
Just as for Kali, so also for the vidyas and rules of Tripura, Shodashi, Bhuvaneshvari, China-Tara, Mahalakshmi, Matangi, Sundari, Bhairavi, Dakshina and Tarini. Success cannot be achieved save with the method of Chinachara. Whatever mantra one is initiated into, this is the best method. Devoid of this sacred trust, one becomes unsuccessful and therefore is reborn again.
That which is written in this Yoni Tantra all sadhakas should accomplish according to their own wills. Mahesani, meditate as being absorbed in the yoni cakra, with yoni on the tongue, yoni in the mind, yoni in the ears and yoni in the eyes. Mighty Lady, all sadhana is vain unless with the yoni. Therefore, reject other pujas and do Yoni Puja. Mahesani, there is no siddhi without devotion to the Guru.
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I did not notice how time went by and after going through the book, I was washing my face when Master-ji and Deepak reappeared. It was quarter to 9.
Master-ji: Madam, we are back! All ready with your dress.
I dried up my face, combed my hair lightly, and then took the dress packet from Master-ji’s hand and sat on the bed to see it. Master-ji also came forward and sat on my bed, Deepak was standing opposite to us. I was feeling somewhat awkward within myself as I pantyless within my sari in front of two males though there was no chance of them knowing that fact. I opened the packet and there was another small transparent packet, which I kept aside initially. I took out the choli and the skirt; both looked glistening white and the fabric had a truly velvety appearance and it felt real good to touch them. As expected both looked awfully small for my developed 28-year-old figure and I would look outrageously sexy in that mini outfit. Then I opened the other small packet and predictably it contained my undergarments. I was specifically interested in the bra, as it was a strapless variety, which I had never worn before, but felt a bit shy to check that in front of them.
Master-ji: Madam, You better give a trial of everything. I think all should be okay the way I have taken measurement.
He said the last few words looking at my eyes. I quickly shifted my gaze in shame and hurried to the toilet. Since I was pantyless, I could realize my heavy gaand was swaying more inside my sari as I tried to walk swiftly.
Me: Please wait Master-ji.
Master-ji: Sure Madam.
I closed the toilet door and immediately felt the same problem as I had faced on the very first day coming to ashram with Sanjeev. That day also I had to give him my clothes and since there was no hook or rod in the bathroom for keeping clothes, I had to keep them on the door top, which was probably made short from the door frame for that purpose only!
Not again! I thought. But had to keep my new Maha-yagya dress on the door top as I started to open my sari first. As the toilet floor was mostly wet I had to stand very close to the door. I kept the sari on the door top and could well realize that Master-ji and Deepak must be watching the door top. They knew for sure now that I was only clad in my blouse and petticoat inside the toilet. Next I started unbuttoning my blouse and then unhooked my brassiere. My big, round, youthful boobs popped out of my bra and undulated a bit being free. Naturally my nipples started to get hard, as my mammaries were completely bare now. I swallowed my breath, as I heaped my used bra and blouse above my sari on the door top, while knowing rather well that both males would now knew that I was standing in the toilet in a topless state now. Just then!
Master-ji: Madam, are they okay? Have you tried them?
I felt so irritated at this superfluous question because I knew perfectly that they were aware that I had not taken any of the newly stitched fabric from the door top, so no question of trying them. I was silent for the moment and I heard a second call, now Deepak!
Deepak: Madam, any problem?
I felt they wanted me to reply in my topless condition from inside the bathroom.
Me: Give me a minute please.
As I replied, out of reflex, my right hand went as a protective shield over my firm naked boobs.
Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam. Take your time. I am more anxious than you. Ha ha ha…
In my hurry to cover my boobs, I dragged the bra and the panty at one go off the door top. Though I was quite safe within the toilet, still I felt tongue-tied talking in that state. I decided to hold the newly stitched panty in between my teeth, as there was no place to keep it and started wearing the bra. The white colored bra looked weird and scanty with no regular straps, and so looked I clad only in my petticoat with the panty hanging from my mouth!
I was initially unsure how to wear this strapless one, but realized that I have to fit the cups properly over my breasts and then plug the hooks at the bottom. It took some time, but I managed at length to fit it properly over my jiggling boobs and clasped the three hooks at the back. Though the whole of my upper chest and a lot of cleavage were visible, but I was at least pleased to note that the cups covered my big round milk-pots adequately. I also felt very comfortable with fabric of this bra, which was extremely smooth and soft.
I now quickly untied the knot at my waist of my petticoat and dropped it to the floor, and since I was not wearing a panty below, became completely naked down my trunk. I quickly took the panty off my teeth and entered my legs one by one into it. Just then, again!
Master-ji: Madam, sorry to interrupt, but could you manage the bra? Since it is a new variety for…
Me: Yes, yes. It’s perfectly okay.
Master-ji: Good, good. And have your tried the panty Madam?
I had to answer something to this irritating question.
Me: Yes.
Master-ji: Is it okay?
Me: Wait.
I had not yet completed wearing the panty when I replied and now dragging it up till my waist. The panty looked bigger in size for sure and I appreciated the cuts as they fitted comfortably on my groins and certainly my big bottoms looked more covered than ever. The panties that I had been using kept a fair amount of my ass flesh bare under my sari or salwar-kamiz, but this panty was amply covering my gaand and I definitely felt better. The elastic on the sides also looked nice and tightly fitted. I had to appreciate Master-ji’s tailoring skills wearing this newly stitched panty. The feel was very comfortable and it fitted very adequately on my big spherical ass.
Me: It’s perfect Master-ji.
Master-ji: Fitting?
Me: Also Very good.
Probably for the first time my voice sounded joyous wearing this new panty. I was aware that I was not wearing anything except my undies while I was answering Master-ji. So, I briskly snatched the skirt off the door top and unsurprisingly it was very short and my marble-like fair thighs remained totally exposed.
Master-ji: How is the skirt fitting? Okay?
I was aware that he must have noticed that the skirt had vanished off the toilet door and he guessed I must have been wearing the skirt now.
Me: Hmm.
Master-ji: You don’t sound too satisfied Madam. Any problem with the skirt in particular?
Me: No, no. The fitting is okay. I am still concerned about its… short length.
Master-ji: Oho! That’s there I know. But instead you should feel lucky Madam.
Me: Why?
I replied while I was about to wear the choli now over my strapless bra.
Master-ji: Madam, a few years back women participating in Maha-yagya had to be… bilkul nangi!
Deepak: Really Master-ji?
I heard Deepak poking his nose scenting the spice.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, this is a sacred place and you must not see it from a different angle.
Deepak: Sorry Master-ji.
Master-ji: I am also of course not allowed in the Maha-yagya, but I saw one lady coming out of the holy tub last year because I was around.
Deepak: Nangi?
Honestly I was feeling inquisitiveness within myself. What was in store for me I wondered!
Master-ji: Yes Deepak.
Deepak: You mean to say you saw a married woman like Madam coming out of that tub in the middle of the ashram – NANGI?
Master-ji: I told you Deepak…
Deepak: No, no, I was just… curious Master-ji!
Master-ji: Madam, have you tried the choli?
I as if woke up and started wearing the choli and this time I was quite amazed the way my blouse kept half of my boobs exposed. As I buttoning up I could see the square neckline of my blouse kept the upper parts of both my oozing globes open and when I completed buttoning I was shocked to note that the neckline passed just above my bra cup. Moreover, the topmost hook of my blouse was also not getting fixed, as the thread loop was so small. So part of my white strapless brassiere also remained visible above my blouse along with a clear more than one-inch cleavage.
Me: Master-ji…
I did not find enough words to express my problem.
Master-ji: Yes, Madam?
Me: Just a minute.
I decided to get out of the bathroom and then converse with Master-ji. Before doing that I stepped to the life size mirror in the toilet and looked at me. I was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least. I tried to adjust my blouse a bit, but failed, as it was absolutely fitting on my copious globes.
I opened the toilet door and got out. Deepak expectedly was ecstatic seeing me in that sexy dress.
Deepak: Ai la! Madam, you look great in this all white costume.
I ignored his comment and pointed the top hook of my blouse to Master-ji.
Me: Master-ji, I can’t fix this one.
Master-ji: Why? What happened Madam?
I took both my hands to the middle of my undulating chest area and tried to put the hook again into the loop, but failed again, as the thread loop was very small. Master-ji came near me.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t try too hard, the thread will break.
I looked up. He was looking at my exposed cream-colored cleavage along with the sides of my boobs popping up above my tight bra.
Master-ji: Let me try.
As I removed my hands of my blouse, Master-ji’s hands brushed my tight rotund mangoes encased in that short blouse. Unlike me, Master-ji was able to put the hook into the loop and closed the top of my blouse.
Me: Thanks Master-ji.
I felt better as my bra was no longer visible now though my boob flesh was pretty much exposed at the top.
Master-ji: Madam, what about your bra fittings? Comfortable?
Me: Yes, yes okay.
Master-ji: You must be feeling a bit tighter? Since this blouse is devoid of straps, it would naturally be tighter on you Madam.
He directly wanted to indicate me that I must be feeling tighter on my boobs wearing this bra.
Me: No, I mean… yes, but its okay.
Master-ji: Anyway, Deepak, give Madam her extra-covers.
I was somewhat taken aback. Extra-covers? What was that? I remembered I heard that term in cricket commentary, but what has that to do here any way, I wondered.
I noticed Deepak taking out two small round pieces of red cloth from his pocket and handed over to me.
Me: What’s this?
Master-ji: Madam, see. Since the fabric of your choli as well as the bra is not very thick, this will act as additional covers for your intimate parts.
I was sure by “intimate parts” he must be meaning my mammaries. But… I again looked at my hands. The size of the two red cloths was quite small to be additional cup covers put inside my bra. Then? I was puzzled and tried to confirm.
Me: Master-ji… I mean… I guess these are meant to be put inside.
Master-ji: Obviously Madam.
Me: But… but don’t you think they are too small?
Master-ji: You need a bigger size?!
Master-ji visibly looked surprised.
Me: Yes.
I remarked quite emphatically.
Master-ji: But Madam, are you absolutely sure?
I could well realize now that some link must have been missing in our dialogue.
Me: Master-ji, tell clearly, what’s these meant for?
Master-ji: Madam, actually as I said, since your bra fabric is quite thin, I gave you those extra-covers to be used to as nipple shields so that you do not look indecent at any point of time.
I was purely stunned listening to that. I felt so ashamed in the presence of two males gaping at me and myself standing with the ‘nipple covers’ in my hand that I just kept dumb looking at the floor.
Master-ji: Madam, that’s why I was surprised when you said you needed a still bigger size. Ha ha ha …
I was red like a tomato instantly at my foolishness.
Deepak: Madam, here is the watery adhesive, which will keep the extra-covers in place.
Saying that he handed me a small glass homeopathy bottle, which contained a transparent fluid.
Master-ji: Madam, it’s not sticky, so you will not feel uncomfortable, but would hold stick to your nipples.
I could only murmur a weak “okay”.
Master-ji: Madam, so no problems with the skirt and your panty naa?
I nodded my head to indicate they are pretty fine.
Master-ji: We will make a move then Madam.
Me: Okay Master-ji.
Master-ji: Wish you a successful Maha-yagya Madam.
Me: Thanks.
Master-ji: I will send the additional panties that I will stitch for you via Deepak. Okay?
Me: Okay. Bye Master-ji.
Deepak and Master-ji went off and I stood in the room wearing that super-hot dress looking like the vamp of a Hindi film. I locked the door and went back to the toilet as the mirror was there. As I looked at my exposed body, I tried to make up my mind to stand like that in front of the ashram males. The fear of Maha-yagya was also gripping on me, as the result of that would decide my fate. My mother-in-law, my husband, my other relatives - all must be awaiting a positive result and so was I.
I checked my figure from all angles and I realized it was a futile exercise to cover myself properly with that scanty dress. I went back to bedroom and was still trying hopelessly how I looked if I sit or stoop. I was only advertising vulgarity and this Maha-yagya paridhan was oozing out sensuality with every movement of mine. I finally got out of it and wore my sari again. I had my dinner and in the interim Nirmal did come and collect my Maha-yagya dress (of course the bra and panty included) for sterilization when he also informed me about reporting to Guru-ji at 10:30 p.m.
10:30 p.m. My heart was pounding already and naturally I was very, very anxious as I started to make a move to Guru-ji’s room. I was clad in my usual ashram code sari as I entered Guru-ji’s room. As I opened the door of the room, it was all smoky inside. I could see Guru-ji sitting in a meditation pose and there was no one else.
Guru-ji: Come Anita. The climax of your treatment has arrived.
His heavy voice was as if reverberating in the room. He was wearing a fully red outfit; honestly I was having a sensation of frightfulness within me in that setting.
Guru-ji: Anita, have faith on Linga Maharaj and have self-confidence so that you are blessed with a child through this Maha-yagya. I am just the medium beti; HE will do the needful for you. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!
I uttered in a weak voice. Guru-ji probably noted that.
Guru-ji: Anita, why are so sounding so vulnerable? You have covered most of the path for your treatment successfully. You should definitely sound more emphatic.
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Tell again, Jai Linga Maharaj!
I repeated that trying to leave aside all my anxiousness.
Guru-ji: That’s better Anita. Now, let me brief you about the Maha-yagya. The first thing for you of course is to get a bath and be in the Maha-yagya paridhan. Then we will have the yagya started.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: After that there is the ‘Mantra Dan’, ‘Ashram Parikrama’ and then ‘Chandrama Aradhana’. Moon as you know is the fertility god and hence the worship. And finally we will get into the Yoni Puja.
My heart started beating faster as I heard that term again “Yoni”. It was there in the book that I was reading before coming here. Just then Sanjeev and Uday entered the room.
Guru-ji: Come, come. Anita, in the whole yagya process today Uday and Sanjeev would accompany you as necessary. And I will of course be there for you.
I looked at them and they both smiled at me, but I did not like the way Guru-ji told the last couple of words - ‘for you’. All three men were looking at me and I felt a bit embarrassed at that.
Sanjeev: Madam, here are your clothes.
I noticed earlier that Sanjeev was holding a packet in his hand; now I realized he was carrying my Maha-yagya paridhan.
Guru-ji: Uday, can you call Meenakshi please?
Uday: Sure Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, once Meenakshi comes you get in to take the bath.
I wondered why did Guru-ji call Meenakshi. What has that to do with my bath?
Meenakshi: Yes Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Take her for the bath.
Without wasting any more time, Meenakshi signaled through her eyes to follow her. I walked past Guru-ji with the dress packet in my hand and entered the attached toilet behind Meenakshi. Even as a woman my eyes got attracted to her swinging heavy buttocks within her sari as she walked only a few steps to the bathroom!
Then came the surprise for me. I saw Meenakshi closed the door with herself being inside the bathroom with me!
Me: Will you be…?
Meenakshi: Yes Madam. I will bathe and prepare you for the Maha-yagya.
I thanked my fortune that Guru-ji at least elected Meenakshi for this purpose and not any male. That would have been really embarrassing for me, as I could not have protested Guru-‘s directive. The toilet was highly illuminated with high power bulbs and everything looked so very bright inside. I noted there was a bucket full of rose water and a big soap case beside it. A towel was already hanging from the hook of the door. Meenakshi took the packet from my hand and pulled out the choli, skirt, and my undergarments and kept on the other hooks.
Meenakshi: Have you tried these?
Me: Yes, but they are so very exposing...
Meenakshi: True Madam, but you should agree that it’s better than performing the Maha-yagya fully naked, which is the actual norm.
I could not hide my curiosity.
Me: Do you really mean it? Have you seen…
Meenakshi: Of course Madam, its only three to four years back that practice was there.
Me: But, that would be very… in front of so many males…
Meenakshi: Madam, the focus has to be constant. You should only look at your goal and not on the material aspects. You might feel to be acting shamelessly, but when you achieve motherhood you will not repent I can bet.
Me: You sound so much like Guru-ji!
I nodded and exchanged smiles with her. While I was talking, I had already opened my sari and blouse and was unfastening my brassiere. Meenakshi helped me to unclasp the hooks of my bra at the back and my two attractive milk-jugs popped up being free. The bright lighting arrangement in the toilet was surely making me hesitant, as I had never got naked in such an illuminated ambiance especially as a grownup. I remembered the time of diksha when I took my bath in this same toilet, but then I was alone, but this time Meenakshi was with me. That probably was making me more tentative. I also instantly remembered my honeymoon trip where in the hotel’s attached bathroom Rajesh persuasively stripped me naked and we together had bath in the shower. There also I forcefully made sure to switch off the light in the toilet while we took the bath. But this was too much, it was as if undressing in broad daylight in front of another female.
I was fully nude by that time and I could read Meenakshi’s appreciating eyes roving on my bare hourglass figure and she was giving a meaningful smile.
Meenakshi: Madam, first a little worship to the Linga Maharaj and then you need to wet your body fully…
Saying that she herself was in the praying pose and I followed suit. My only prayer was of course to get pregnant.
After that I saw her opening the soap case, which was definitely larger than any soap case I had seen. I noticed there were three items in the case, viz. an odd looking elongated structure, which looked like a Linga replica, an oil bottle, and a few litmus like small square shaped blue papers. As I poured water from the bucket on my body, I nearly jumped up!
Me: Uuuuh! It’s so cold!
The water was extremely cold as if like ice.
Meenakshi: Madam, the herbs and the chemicals mixed with the water have made it so cold, but you derive other values from it.
Me: Okay, but its icy cold. Uuuuh!
As I started pouring water on my body, I noted Meenakshi taking out the contents off the soap case.
Me: What are those Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: Madam, this is the soap, this the oil as you can see, and these are tags to be placed on your body.
Though I was not fully clear about the last item, but before I could inquire Meenakshi changed the topic.
Meenakshi: Madam, your hairs down there look so dense. You don’t shave your pussy, isn’t it?
She winked at my choot. I felt a bit awkward to this sudden direct question though we females do discuss these issues quite openly amongst ourselves, but since Meenakshi was not a friend or relative of mine, I was feeling shy.
Me: No… I mean yes, I don’t shave.
Meenakshi: You don’t even trim?
Me: Yes, yes, though not regularly.
Meenakshi: Hmm, that’s why it looks so dense!
We both exchanged smiles.
Meenakshi: Madam, you soap your frontals and I will help you do the back.
I took the soap from her; it looked so very strange, just like an elongated penis with a bulb at the top! I started soaping the anterior part of my body.
Meenakshi: Your boobs look so very firm Madam even after marriage.
I blushed a little while soaping my body as Meenakshi helped with some more water to have the lather easily. As I made every movement my full sized mammaries jiggled and undulated being totally free. Within minutes I completed soaping my neck, shoulders, boobs, abdomen, and genitals. I had to admit that the fragrance of this soap was unique and very gripping.
Meenakshi: Let me do your legs Madam. You don’t have to stoop.
If I had to stoop and soap my legs, my big boobs would hung in the air in a very embarrassing manner and hence I thanked her in my mind while handing the soap. She started rolling and rubbing the soap over my smooth, fair thighs and the touch of another hand, though female, in my thigh area passed a ‘hot wave’ through my body. My already hard nipples got stiff, as Meenakshi slid her hands in between my thighs. She completed lathering my thighs, legs, and feet and then for reasons unknown to me she started rubbing the soap in my pussy area though it was already done by me!
I giggled as she moved her fingers within my thick lathery pussy hairs, but of course enjoyed the touch just over my G-spot. Meenakshi also seemed to be enjoying that and she was playfully parting my pussy hairs as if she was playing a sitar!
Me: Eii! What are you doing?
Meenakshi giggled at my expression and stopped that and stood up laughing.
Meenakshi: Uh! Just see them!
She pointed to my pink nipples, which by that time grew to their full size, looking like two ripe g****s, and stood upright off my round breast surface. I appeared all red in shyness being caught.
Meenakshi: Madam, now please turn back.
I turned my naked back to her and she applied some water and started soaping my back. I noticed the soap was quickly getting smaller and resembled as if an erect penis getting limp while it was slowly ejaculating!
Meenakshi: Madam, the motto is to completely drain out the soap.
Me: I see. It’s lathering out quite easily and heavily too.
Meenakshi: The material is such… one piece is meant for a single person’s bath.
After finishing my entire back and midriff, Meenakshi reached my waist and started rubbing the soap lower. Her slippery hands moved all over my round naked ass cheeks. I was getting increasingly stimulated with the feel of a pair hands moving in circular fashion over my round naked buttocks. At one time I had to squeeze my boobs and nipples once as the act was generating extreme stimulus for me.
Since I was within the toilet and with a female, I did not feel any hesitation to openly press and cuddle my boobs and nipples with my hands to feel relaxed. I could sense Meenakshi’s hands going down my ass crevice to my anus while she was frothing my butts.
Me: Isshhh…
I exclaimed in sheer excitement of her touch.
Meenakshi: Madam, just a minute… Yes, you are now done.
She placed herself just at a distance and I started pouring water on my naked figure and started washing the foam off my body. Within a minute or two my bath was over and she handed me the towel. The towel also seemed to be emitting a nice odor and I took a deep breath as I dried myself up. The whole toilet was filled with the nice scent emitted by the soap and I felt rather refreshed and seemed to have refurbished my energy level at that hour of the night (11 p.m.) inhaling that pleasant fragrance.
I was about to pull my bra and panty off the door hook when Meenakshi interrupted.
Meenakshi: Madam, please wait. I need to oil your body.
The oil was completely off my mind and though I said “okay” to her I was feeling quite shy now to stand absolutely naked in that bright light for some more minutes. Meenakshi opened the oil bottle and I noticed the oil was green in color, must be some herbal extract I thought.
Me: Meenakshi, I can manage that…
Meenakshi: Madam, why would you take the trouble when I am present?
Meenakshi started rubbing the oil on my well-formed shoulders and long arms. Though it was not a massage, but after that cold water bath it was a welcome feel and it definitely soothed my body.
Me: I hope I don’t catch a cold having had the bath at this hour and that too with such cold water.
She smiled a bit and took some oil from the bottle and splashed it in both her palms and came near me. Meenakshi probably realized the shyness I was feeling to stand naked, more so as she was completely dressed.
Meenakshi: Madam, do one thing, you close your eyes while I apply the oil. You will feel better that way I suppose.
Me: Hmm. But do it fast please.
Meenakshi nodded and I closed my eyes. Meenakshi started with my shoulders and then proceeded to my long arms. It was not a massage of course, but then her touch was a welcome present for me after my bath with that icy water. My whole body shivered and jerked as her oily hands cupped and rubbed each of my bouncy boobs and glistened them with oil. Though my eyes were closed I could feel her hands cupping my boob flesh and then she held my nipples with two fingers and slowly twisted them and naturally they were fully erect within the wink of an eye. She rolled and pressed my nipples with her oily fingers and I felt exactly as if my husband’s tongue was playing with them! I tried to shift my attention.
Me: Meenakshi, will this oil not spoil my bra?
Meenakshi: Madam, this is an absolute non-greasy mixture prepared by Guru-ji himself. So, don’t worry.
Me: Okay.
Meenakshi then went down to my belly and completed that and went down to my legs. I was feeling a sense of tickling also as she was moving her hands all over my thighs and legs. Once done I thought she would come to my backside to do the rest, but…
Meenakshi: Madam, please turn back.
Me: Why don’t you come to this side?
Meenakshi: No, no Madam. It will be easier for me to do like this only.
Although I was slightly surprised at her not coming to this side, but I did not think on that too much and turned my back to her. Little did I know that the camera was on this side and all along I was till then facing the camera, which was taping my fully nude frontal portion. Now as I turned my ass to Meenakshi, I was actually showing my big naked gaand to the camera!
Meenakshi continued to rub oil on my back, midriff, two ass cheeks, and the back of my plump thighs and completed the process in another two to three minutes. It seemed to me as if I was standing naked in the bathroom eternally.
Meenakshi: Madam, just a few more seconds, let me place the tags.
Me: Oh yes! I was about to ask you but forgot, what are these tags for?
Meenakshi: Madam, these tags will be on your body and will necessitate during the Maha-yagya.
I opened my eyes and noted that Meenakshi took the blue papers. She came near me and pasted straight on my left nipple and another on my right nipple.
Meenakshi: Madam, there are six orgasm points in our body and I will stuck these litmus papers there only.
Me: But Meenakshi… I mean… what’s the purpose?
After my nipples, she proceeded to my navel and pasted one there. She squatted in front of my pussy to paste one there also! Meenakshi cleaned the small bits of hair and pasted the paper on the left just adjacent to my pussy hole.
Meenakshi: Madam, you need to be a little patient. Everything in Maha-yagya has a purpose of course, but let the right time come, you will know it yourself. Simply don’t worry about these silly things.
“Silly”! She calls it silly! She pasted small papers on my nipples and pussy – how could I just ignore that completely?
She pasted the last two litmus papers on my upper thighs and thus completed the six orgasm points – nipples (2), navel, pussy, and thighs (2).
Meenakshi: Madam, now you wear the Maha-yagya paridhan.
I immediately took my panty off the door hook and started wearing it. Since it looked very odd wearing my undergarments facing her, I just moved a shade away to get dressed.
Meenakshi: Madam, Madam, don’t move away. Please face this side.
My eyebrows rose seeing her persistence about facing that side! She quickly recovered herself. For the first time, I seemed like smelling a rat. I looked at the wall that side; but could not find anything suspicious except the glowing high power bulbs and a lowly placed ventilator. I was still holding my panty in my right hand and my whole body was naked.
Meenakshi: Madam, actually the norm is to face the east side while bathing for the Maha-yagya, that’s why I was just suggesting…
I was more or less convinced by her words and though looking at the ventilator (as there was nothing else to look at on that side) I wore my panty. It seemed to me that there was something in the dark quarters of the ventilator placed quite deep into it, but I did not pay much heed to that and was busy stretching my panty edges over my round ass cheeks and also wore the bra at a brisk pace. My priority was more to cover my intimate parts first and fast too to feel secured.
“Secured” – how oblivious I was! At that moment had I been more curious about the low-level ventilator or pay a little more attention as to why Meenakshi was stressing me to face that wall, I could easily have caught this filthy act. Instead I bathed in front of the camera without a thread on my 28-year-old body and now to wear the panty I bent down slightly and my firm bare milk tanks swung freely in the air, then lifted my legs to get inside the panty – all facing the camera and shot from very close proximity!
Meenakshi: Madam, your extra-covers…
She handed me the small circular red cloth pieces with the adhesive bottle. I glued the small round covers with the adhesive and placed them within my bra just over my two erect nipples.
Me: This bra material though is very comfortable to wear, but rather thin.
Meenakshi: Yes Madam and for that only these extra-covers actually quite handy. I use them often as my nipples are very much swollen.
She smiled shyly while saying that. Meenakshi was a plump matured woman and that she would have cherry-sized swollen nipples was more than obvious, I thought.
Me: But if you wear the normal bra why would you need those?
Meenakshi: Madam, you are a housewife, you can wear a regular bra all the time, but in the ashram there are several pujas, havans, etc. happening where I have to wear only the blouse.
Me: Oh! That’s very embarrassing then.
Meenakshi: Yes, that was the feeling in my initial days, now am habituated because as Guru-ji always says the focus has to be above these petty things.
She paused a bit. I was almost fully dressed now with the choli and the skirt on my body.
Meenakshi: But still Madam, I cannot write off all my womanly shyness. So I use these, which actually prevents my nipple impressions over the blouse to others present around me. You will also find it useful during the yagya.
Me: Okay. S you can see, I really need some protection for my intimate parts.
Meenakshi: Madam, you are looking very sexy as your figure is well accented by this dress.
We exchanged smiles as we got out of the toilet. Guru-ji’s room seemed to be more smoky that before. I took small steps as I was wearing the short skirt and I also tried my best to stretch the choli upwards to cover my deep exposed cleavage. The whole room was adorned with a variety of items, which I must say was a gala affair. As I looked carefully through the smoke I noticed the whole room was almost covered with several bowls and small pots containing flowers for puja offerings, kumkum, sandalwood powder, a kalash and a coconut on top of it, ghee, rice, and kheer on small plates, betel nuts, small pieces of wood, etc. Additionally, there were the ‘agni’ at the center of the room before the Linga Maharaj deity and it was glowing full steam with four deepaks (light lamps) placed round it. Moreover, several scented agarbattis (incense sticks) were filling the room with an intoxicating smell. Guru-ji was chanting mantras at a loud pitch and everything contributed comprehensively to make the atmosphere ‘spiritualistic’ in the literal sense of the term.
Anyone standing there would automatically plunge into this mesmeric world, such was the ambiance!
Guru-ji: Anita. You look so very divine in the Maha-yagya attire!
Guru-ji’s eyes roved from my face to toenail of my accented figure in this mini dress. Meenakshi left the room doing a pranam to Guru-ji and I was left all alone with the three males, viz. Uday, Sanjeev, and Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Beti, first a deep prayer to Linga Maharaj! I want all your concentration here.
He handed over some flowers to me and indicated me to have folded hands as in a prayer. Uday put some ghee to the ‘agni’ and as I closed my eyes Guru-ji started chanting mantras very loudly. My only prayer to Linga Maharaj was the success of this yagya so that I reach my goal of motherhood. The prayer went on for almost two minutes and then I opened my eyes as Guru-ji stopped the mantra.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Come and stand here Anita, before my eyes.
I took some hesitant steps to go right in front of Guru-ji as my fair well-formed thighs were all exposed through the miniskirt I was wearing. Guru-ji was sitting on the floor, which made me more uncomfortable due to the angle from which he was looking at me. Uday and Sanjeev were standing behind me.
Guru-ji: Anita, I still see dithering in you wearing this paridhan! Why is it that?
Me: Yes… I mean no Guru-ji, it’s… its okay now.
Guru-ji: I hope so. Why are you standing like that then? Relax Anita. Your mind has to be absolutely careless to achieve your objective.
I was standing with my legs glued in together and my hands crossed over the front of my short skirt. I quickly tried to recover from that state by removing my hands off my skirt-front.
Guru-ji: That’s better. Ha ha…
Guru-ji laughed mildly looking directly at my skirt-covered pelvic area. I also moved my legs a bit to stand in a relaxed way. Guru-ji was looking intently at my exposed flesh below my micro-mini skirt.
Guru-ji: Okay. Now you will take the ‘diksha’ to attain a successful Maha-yagya. You wait here while I complete the initial puja.
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji started the diksha process by initiating the puja and was chanting mantras and throwing flowers to the feet of Linga Maharaj. Uday and Sanjeev were aiding him with the necessities. I was standing with folded arms as if doing a prayer. Within minutes the puja ended.
Guru-ji: Now sit here, in this ‘asana’ (embroidered cloth meant for sitting).
My heartbeat was getting faster at the very thought of sitting on the floor on that ‘asana’. In fact when Master-ji and Deepak went off giving me the dress, I tried several postures wearing that dress and one was of course sitting on the floor. And there was no way I could hide my panty from being flashed to people around me if I had to fold my legs and sit on the floor wearing that horrible skirt.
I went ahead beside Guru-ji and stood on the ‘asana’ and sat on my knees. I knew that would not suffice, but still took a chance.
Guru-ji: What happened Anita? Why did you stop half way?
I was expecting that only.
Me: No, actually…
Seeing my expressions Guru-ji realized my problem, but the way he openly verbalized that made me feel like drowning in shame.
Guru-ji: Okay, I think you are suspicious about your skirt hiking up and showing everything, is it so Anita?
I was all red now. I just looked at the floor and nodded my head. Sanjeev and Uday made my situation worse.
Guru-ji: But… but you must be wearing a panty! Sanjeev, did you not give her the full sterilized set?
Sanjeev: Surely Guru-ji. And Meenakshi was there. She must have ensured that Madam is wearing her panty.
Guru-ji: Right, right. So… Anita?
Beads of perspiration came up on my forehead thinking what to reply. Guru-ji along with Uday and Sanjeev - all the three males were all looking at me. My lips only parted, but I could not express a reply. I was still half-seated on my knees and now had to raise my buttocks off my knees and was about to fold my legs.
Guru-ji: Uday, give her your uttariya (loose upper body cloth like a shawl) to Anita. She can keep that on her lap.
I felt relieved to have covered my plump naked thighs with Uday’s saffron cloth and folded my legs and sat on the asana. Uday’s upper part now was bare and his physique was so attractive and well maintained that my eyes were getting attracted to him time and again. I had my initial crush for Uday also for this reason only, but now I tried to concentrate on the yagya. But it was difficult for me as I could also clearly sense that by sitting that way my miniskirt hiked halfway up my round ass and I will have to be rather cautious while I ascend from this position.
Guru-ji: Okay, now keep your hands stretched on your knees and repeat the mantras loudly as I say.
He began with the mantras and I stretched my arms to my folded knees thereby bending somewhat. I was repeating the mantras as said by Guru-ji. This time I had my eyes open, but soon my sixth sense alerted me that Sanjeev was eyeing me. Initially I was focussing on Guru-ji, but seeing his eyes half closed, I looked from the corner of my eye at Sanjeev. And I was so right! I stole a glance down my blouse to find my cleavage and boob flesh oozing over my blouse as I was marginally bent. In any case due to the square neck of my blouse, the upper part of my boob flesh was constantly visible, but I never expected it would look so appealing and prominent me being slightly bent. I immediately corrected my posture.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Take the ‘tilak’ Anita.
I took the red tilak on my forehead and I noticed Sanjeev was observing me throughout. My naked thighs were well covered now with the uttariya of Uday, but there was no way I could hide my exposed cleavage.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that your diksha is complete and you have submitted your prayer to Linga Maharaj, you need to undergo the “mantra dan” now.
Me: What’s that Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: There are three secret mantras to get success in this Maha-yagya. Those cannot be verbalized loudly as they are forbidden in our tantra. Each one of us will give you one mantra.
Me: All right Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, by this time you must have realized that attaining your goal needs your libido going.
You come and stand here near the ‘agni’. Uday, you give her the first mantra.
I ascended from my sitting position straightening my skirt over my gaand quickly. Thank God! The uttariya was there on my lap, which prevented me from an awful upskirt in front of these males. I left the uttariya on the asana and went near the agni and stood there.
Guru-ji: Anita, Uday will recite the mantra five times consecutively in your ears and you now forget about everything else and listen to the mantra very carefully. The sixth time you have to mumble the mantra on your own to his ears. Okay?
I nodded and my heart started thumping, as I have to learn that mantra by heart in such a quick time. I really doubted if I fail what would happen.
Guru-ji: Anita Beti, your face says you are worried! Why? The mantra is a very small one and has only 5-6 Sanskrit words. I think…
Me: O! Then its manageable Guru-ji.
Uday was near me by that time.
Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, another thing, you must have noticed that in Mr. Yadav’s place yagya processes were quite intimate. The art of Tantra underlines involvement. And I need the same involvement that I have been getting from you throughout your ashram stay.
I nodded my head to Guru-ji indicating, “You will get that.”
Even as I nodded in affirmation, I was a bit anxious because the way I acted as the ‘medium’ in Mr. Yadav’s place and he took full advantage of my youthful body; I frankly did not want a repeat show. It was a real shame for me, especially being married, to be groped like that in the puja ghar of an unknown person’s house.
Guru-ji: I know Anita it was not a pleasant experience because being married, your first reaction to a touch from any male other than your husband is negative. And Mr. Yadav was a complete stranger to you.
Did Guru-ji realize what was going in my mind? I dropped my head in shyness.
Guru-ji: But Beti, you must also realize that the core essence of the yagya and the process to gratify Linga Maharaj has to be followed. No one is over and above the norms. Isn’t it?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I was again maintaining eye contact with Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Our goal is to get you to your goal. So allow Uday to present you with the first secret mantra of the Maha-yagya. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Uday was already standing adjacent to me.
Guru-ji: Since this is a secret mantra you get close with Uday so that he can whisper it in your ear. Anita, you turn and face Uday, close your eyes, and fold your arms in the form of prayer.
Uday: Madam, come closer.
How close? I was almost standing by his side. Definitely if it were somewhere else, I would love to get close to my adorable man, but here Sanjeev and Guru-ji were watching us from close quarters, so I was feeling very hesitant. Uday gently pulled my elbows and positioned me in front of him. He was a tall man and he could clearly peep into my bulging flesh exposed over my tight choli. I folded my hands in front of him and closed my eyes. I could feel he took his mouth to my right ear and his hands holding me on my naked waist and midriff area. I was wearing this skirt quite low to cover more of my thighs and hence my midriff was fully bare. I shivered to feel a male hand on my naked flesh.
Uday was whispering the mantra in my ear very slowly and I picked that up at the very first go! I was definitely stiff being in the arms of Uday in front of Sanjeev and Guru-ji. Though he was not exactly hugging me, but the feel was almost like that with his hot breaths on my neck, his lips touching my right ear, and his fingers holding me around my waistline just over my miniskirt started making me feel edgy.
As he repeated the mantras in my ears I could feel he was breathing heavier probably getting the feel of a female body within his arms. I thanked Guru-ji in my mind to ask me to stand with folded hands before Uday because if my hands were at my sides, my protruding boobs would definitely press against his flat broad chest and certainly I could not have stopped my libido flowing.
As Uday completed giving me the mantra, it was my turn to whisper him back. He bent a little as my height would not match his so that I could reach his ears and I murmured him back the mantra.
Guru-ji: Thanks Uday. Anita, I hope there was no issues understanding and verbalizing the secret mantra #1.
Me: No, no it was all right Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev, now its your turn to give the #2.
Out of habit, my hands were going down my skirt to straighten it though I knew it could not be stretched further down. Sanjeev must have been feasting his eyes on my marble like naked thighs, as he was sitting just a few feet away from me. Hardly will any male get an opportunity to see a housewife wearing such a micromini and exposing everything in front of a male other than his husband - so he must be quite excited seeing it. And I got a very clear hint when he was giving me the secret mantra!
Uday got back to his place and I continued to stand beside the fire waiting for Sanjeev. The glow of the fire must have been making me look sexier in that meager outfit.
Guru-ji: Okay Sanjeev. You may proceed. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Sanjeev came very close to me and he held me by my elbows and pulled me close to his body. I could clearly feel the difference in the touch of Uday and Sanjeev. The latter was much more forceful. As he took his mouth near my right ear, I could feel he was trying to hug me with both hands. Since Guru-ji was sitting there was no question of protesting verbally and my physical objection was also weak as my hands were folded as in prayer. I could jolly well understand Sanjeev took that advantage fully and as he started to whisper the mantra in my right ear, he embraced me with both hands quite closely. It seemed like my hubby was hugging me in my bedroom before going to bed – such was his approach! The only difference being I was not holding Sanjeev in my arms.
Frankly I did not hear anything what Sanjeev muttered in my ear at the first go because I was so very conscious of his moves, but concentrated the subsequent times when he repeated the mantra. Unlike Uday, his hands were constantly moving in the area just below where my choli ended. Even with closed eyes I could clearly sense that he was feeling my back with his both hands.
I could finally grasp the mantra at the fourth attempt, but by that time I was breathing heavier than normal as he had already aroused me with his lewd moves. With closed eyes I could feel his hands descending down my naked back onto my skirt. Sanjeev had an advantage that Guru-ji and Uday were behind him and they could in no way see what his hands were doing on my back. I was getting more and more stiff as he was verbalizing the mantra very slowly in my ear the fourth time and his hands steadily crawling down my skirt-covered round ass.
When Sanjeev started mumbling the mantra the last time in my right ear, I could feel he was clearly cupping my ass flesh with two hands over my miniskirt. I could not revolt and meekly accepted his groping. I almost had a wet pussy the way he was pressing and kneading my tight ass cheeks in that short period of time. I was rather quick to whisper the mantra in his ear and sighed relief getting out of his clutches. As most of the males do as a habit before releasing any woman from an organ-specific activity, Sanjeev also gave me a very tight squeeze on my ass before releasing me.
Guru-ji: So Anita, you are through with two of the secret mantras. Great! Now I will give you the last one.
I nodded as I wetted my lips with my tongue to get back my composure. I saw Sanjeev evidently stroked his penis within his dhoti as he went back to his old position. Guru-ji ascended and came near me. My heart was beating again thinking guru-ji would now give me the mantra.
Guru-ji: Anita, are you ready?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
He came near me, very near and gently held my shoulders and turned to his side. He was a tall man and hence he had to bend somewhat to reach my ears. Unlike both Sanjeev and Uday, he held me by my shoulders. His fingers though were not stationary I was breathing much easier. Undoubtedly he could feel my skin through the thin fabric of the blouse, more so as there was no strap on my shoulders because I was wearing a strapless brassiere. He started murmuring the mantra and I tried to concentrate with closed eyes and folded arms.
Nothing much happened with Guru-ji except for his lips touching my right ear time and again. He could have easily held me by my waist like Sanjeev or Uday, but he was different and definitely a towering personality. My respect for him increased in my mind from this small incident.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Now that ‘Mantra Dan’ is complete, Anita you need to do the Ashram Parikrama.
I was not sure what that exactly meant though I could guess I have to walk around the ashram, still was not absolutely sure.
Me: I have to…?
Guru-ji: Right. You have to cover the circumference of the ashram and providing prayer flowers to the four replicas carved on the ashram wall.
Me: But I did not notice any replicas on the wall Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Yes the common eye would not catch that.
Me: How would I locate then?
Guru-ji: Patience Anita. I will brief everything.
He paused a little. Sanjeev and Uday were also standing now beside Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Look Anita, you will have to carry this ‘thali’ on your head and walk the circumference of the ashram. You will have to offer the flowers to the four Linga replicas on the wall representing the four directions, viz. North, South, East, and West. Since there will be darkness outside Uday will precede you with a lamp and will also help you locate the replicas carved on the wall. Okay?
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: But… I …
He seemed to hesitating to say something.
Guru-ji: Uday, shall I send Sanjeev also with you? But…
Uday was silent. Guru-ji seemed to be worried on some aspect. I was pretty surprised.
Me: Guru-ji, is there anything wrong?
Guru-ji: No, no Beti. It’s okay, but…
I was not getting that. Why was Guru-ji hesitating and looking at Uday's and Sanjeev's faces!
Me: Please tell me Guru-ji, what is bothering you?
Uday: Actually Madam…
Guru-ji: I think we should not hide it from Anita. Beti, last to last year there was a mishap during a Maha-yagya in the ashram. Actually it was during this very Ashram Parikrama.
Me: What was that?
Guru-ji: That lady was from New Delhi and she was very bold. Her name was Bindiya. That night though was sparklingly moonlit, I advised her to take one of my disciples along with her, but she was unwilling and told that she could manage alone.
Guru-ji paused and I was looking keenly at his face to learn more about what happened.
Guru-ji: You know these villages are not very safe especially for women. Unfortunately, when she went past the door of the ashram to the backside, two rowdy drunk villagers caught sight of her and attacked her. Bindiya was also dressed like you and those drunkards probably got more attracted seeing her like that.
Me: O! My god!
Guru-ji: Yes, it was truly torrid experience for Bindiya, more so being from the city. And we also realized it rather late when she was not returning after completing the parikrama.
Me: Was she… I mean?
I could not express my concern and anxiety in front of three males, as I wanted to ask if she was raped or not.
Guru-ji: Bindiya was fortunate as we reached in the nick of time.
I was eager to know in what state did they found her, but could not ask that shamelessly. Although Guru-ji quenched my thirst, but describing in a bit too much detail, which in fact made me uncomfortable to a certain extent in front of those males.
Guru-ji: When we reached there, those two scoundrels had floored Bindiya on grass and both were trying to ride on her. Just imagine!
What would I imagine? Two guys on top of a woman – that’s what Guru-ji was asking me to think! Guru-ji looked at my face. Uday and Sanjeev were also looking at me. I avoided the eye contact.
Guru-ji: You know Anita, Bindiya was not as pretty as you that people will get attracted to her… Poor lass! It was a very frustrating status for her and I felt so bad especially because she was under my supervision.
Guru-ji paused and it appeared he truly felt pain for the incident.
Guru-ji: I never thought this could happen to any of my disciples. You know, as we arrived at the scene, we immediately pulled off those men off Bindiya and found that she was lying on the grass half unconscious. She was probably hit by something on her head. Naturally, as you can also imagine, her upper portion was completely naked and her skirt was tattered. Fortunately before those rogues could reach their peak, we got there and saved her. She only had her panty on her body and believe me Anita, I was so very relieved seeing that.
What a way to get relieved I exclaimed within myself! I was as usual started breathing heavier exposing my deep cleavage more and more over my blouse.
Guru-ji: Luckily they did not get the time for a **** and we rescued Bindiya. As we brought her back to the ashram, she was still semi-conscious. She had deep scratches and bite marks on her boobs and face. She also got hurt on her buttocks, which I realized when I removed her panty; probably when she fell on the ground, her hips must have hit a pointed stone, etc. All in all, it was a pathetic scene.
I was somewhat shocked to hear Guru-ji removing the married lady’s panty, but on second thoughts, after her molestation when these males reached there, they already saw her virtually naked lying on the ground. Hence I did not pay much heed to that.
Sanjeev: But Guru-ji, you should also appreciate that Bindiya Madam was bold enough to again undergo the Maha-yagya and she is today a proud mother.
Guru-ji: Yes, yes. That’s true. Even after that molestation episode, she was courageous enough to continue.
Me: O-k-a-y.
Guru-ji: Now do you understand why I was hesitating?
Me: But then, what to do?
Uday: Guru-ji, I am good enough as Madam’s security.
Guru-ji: Anita, do you agree?
Me: I have faith in him Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev, give her the thali. Anita, you carry that over your head and rest Uday will guide you. But most importantly, Anita, you cannot talk while you do the Ashram Parikrama; more precisely as you put your first step outside ashram. Okay?
I nodded.
Guru-ji: Second thing is as you offer flowers and small prayers to each of the four Linga replicas and each time you sprinkle this holy waters like this. And lastly you must complete the Ashram Parikrama within 1200 seconds.
I looked questionably as I was miserable in arithmetic.
Guru-ji: Meaning you need to get back within ashram premises within 20 minutes
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I took the thali from Sanjeev. It was a big round plate full of flowers, kumkum, Ganges water, betel leaves, etc. I felt the thali was heavy too as it was made of brass. I took it over my head and followed Uday out of the room.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!
We all repeated that in chorus. As I stretched my arms above my head to hold the thali, my blouse started getting strained more against my big tight boobs. Actually I was having a very cumbersome feeling as my brassiere also slipped down a bit when I lifted my arms and now the bra stitches were pressing directly on my areolas very close to my nipples. I somehow managed to get out of Guru-ji’s room with my nipples inside my bra already semi-erect.
Me: Uday, can you hold the thali for a moment?
I immediately told Uday as we were out of Guru-ji’s room.
Uday: Sure Madam. Any problem?
Me: No, nothing.
I handed over the thali and turned away from him and quickly adjusted my blouse and bra and turned back to him.
Me: Thanks.
I took the thali from him again and raised it over my head. My boob flesh was getting shamefully exposed each time I lifted my hands over my head, but the darkness of the night gave me some cover.
Uday had a lighted torch in his hand and he was going alongside me. Honestly I was feeling very comfortable with Uday. My crush was still living inside my mind and body. The pleasure I got from him on the moving boat – I would never forget in my life. Though he did not fuck me that night, but I didn’t know how I extracted more pleasure out of it!
Honestly there was no fear in me even after hearing the molestation story of Bindiya from Guru-ji. Today I was a bit reserved with Uday because I knew I had to successfully undergo the Maha-yagya, that’s my greatest priority.
Uday: Madam, I did not get the opportunity to tell you Madam. You look ravishing in this dress.
We were still within the premises of the ashram, so I replied.
Me: Hmm. I know, but its very embarrassing to wear such small clothes at my age.
Uday: Age! What do you say Madam! You will surely get admission to any college – you look so young!
Me: Uday, don’t flatter me.
Uday: Kasam se! Madam. You do not know how sexy you are looking!
Me: Shut up!
Uday: Madam, if you don’t mind, can I tell something?
Me: What?
Uday: Madam, you did not say anything to Sanjeev while he was giving you the secret mantra?
My heart missed a beat. Did Uday saw what Sanjeev was doing? But how could that be? He was in front of me. I immediately tried to prove my innocence in front of my ‘lover’.
Me: What for? What did he do? He gave the mantra in my ear like you and Guru-ji!
Uday: Madam, don’t tell a lie. I saw his hand position from where I was sitting. The opportunist!
I clearly smelt an odor of envy from Uday’s voice and instigated him more.
Me: You held me by my waist and he held me by my hips. That’s all.
I tried to keep my voice very casual and normal while saying it so that Uday becomes more envious.
Uday: Huh! Madam, you are innocent. You did not realize his moves.
Me: May be, but I did not feel anything unusual.
While conversing we reached the gate. The outside looked darker than within the ashram premises. It was around midnight. And now for the first time I felt a wave of unknown fear in me going out in this sexy dress.
Me: Uday, I am safe outside naa? I mean after hearing that case…
Uday: Madam, that was a stray incident, which had never happened in ashram’s history. You just relax.
Me: I will depend on you Uday. Please walk close to me.
Uday: Not to worry Madam. You just remember not to talk otherwise the curse of Linga Maharaj will take effect on you.
Me: No, no. I will keep my mouth shut.
I stepped out of the ashram and Uday was walking beside me. My arms were lifted up as I was holding the heavy thali over my head. As I was walking in that fashion, I could well judge that my fleshy gaand was moving in a very sexy way, swaying up and down, right and left. Thank God! There was no one watching me from behind. I must have been looking awfully raunchy, especially in this micromini.
It was so very quiet outside with grasshoppers and cricket playing the constant music. Clouds were shadowing the moon at times thereby increasing the intensity of the darkness surrounding us. I could hear my own breathing; the adjoining was so silent and still! Thankfully the path going round the circumference of the ashram was sufficiently wide for two persons to walk side by side and relatively clean also though there were occasional shrubs and bushes growing on the trail itself. Uday was lighting up the way for me and we were walking slowly and carefully.
The night was so quiet outside the ashram in this village that a sense of deserted was gripping my mind though Uday was there. A feeling of fright and panic was getting riveted on me rapidly and honestly, if I suddenly see a man coming up this grassy trail, I would surely die out of fear. My throat was getting drier and hands also getting colder thinking of Guru-ji’s description of Bindiya being harassed.
Uday: Madam, the night is so beautiful. It’s like the night we met on boat, isn’t it?
I almost trembled hearing the voice of Uday all of a sudden.
Uday: What happened? Are you afraid Madam?
He looked at my face and got the hint.
Uday: Ha ha ha…
He laughed loudly teasing me. I felt so irritated at that juncture that I just made a face to him showing my annoyance. My annoyance was aggravated by the number of flying mosquitoes around me! Inside the ashram, I did not feel it because they must be using some kind of repellant, but here in the open field along the circumference of the ashram in the nighttime, it was like fleets of mosquitoes flocking at us. I was constantly shaking my legs as I walked to avoid those bloodsuckers.
Uday: Oh! We have reached the first replica. See there.
I looked in the direction where Uday pointed, but could not see anything, as there was darkness. He stepped out of the road in the shrubs and lighted the spot. It was deep down the wall almost near the ground where I picked up the Linga replica illuminated by his torch. I followed the footmarks of Uday and stepped out of the meandering path, but since I was barefooted, I was very watchful regarding the shrubs.
Uday: Madam, just be careful. There are thorns here and there.
Uday helped me by taking the thali from my hands and I positioned myself among the bushes to offer the flowers to the replica.
I noticed that I had to bend down to offer flowers and the prayer - such was the position of the replica. I realized it would be very difficult to stand there for a moment, as it was a mosquito den. Also, I was attacked by the mosquitos more than Uday simply because all of my legs was uncovered because of that miniskirt.
Uday: Madam, you offer the flowers. I will try to keep away the mosquitoes from your legs.
Saying that he held the thali in his left hand and started waving his right hand very briskly near my legs. Seeing that it was not enough he started brushing and sweeping his right hand all along my naked legs. Even in that position I instantly got a turn on getting a male hand touching me around my knees. I tried my best to quickly finish off the process.
Suddenly I noted the torch illumination going off from the Linga replica in front of me! I was puzzled and turned back, but it came back just then.
Uday: Madam, I was checking if there were any mosquitoes under your skirt or not. Ha ha ha…
I was simply stunned to hear that. I was bending a lot to offer the flowers to the Linga replica and my short skirt must have hiked up significantly giving Uday a good upskirt view. And hence this prank – but… but, still it was too much. He was throwing light inside my skirt!
Uday: Madam, I hope you did not mind. He he he…
He laughed in the most irritating way possible. I immediately was up from my bent posture and gave a very hard look at Uday. Alas! I could not speak. I sprinkled the Ganges waters as Guru-ji had demonstrated and we again started walking and I was holding the thali above my head. I was not looking at him and was trying to make him understand that I did not like that lewd prank.
Uday: Sorry Madam.
He tried to console me.
Uday: Madam, look! The moon has again come out.
We had now reached the backside of the ashram. There was a big tree with a large shade here and the place appeared so very dark. Hardly anything could be seen here.
Bhow bhow bhouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
I almost shrieked and the thali nearly slipped from my hands. I was so scared at the sudden barking of a dog. I jumped absolutely close to Uday.
Uday: Madam, madam. Relax. It’s just a dog passing by. Not to worry.
My face was pale, palms cold, and lips totally dry. My heart was beating rapidly as I was enormously baffled by that all of a sudden sound. Uday read my face and this time stood by me seriously leaving out the pranks.
Uday: Madam, why do you feel so nervous? I am here naa. I will protect you from everything.
He was saying those words very slowly trying to win my confidence. While saying he wrapped his left hand around my waist. I was already breathing heavily, of course not in excitement, but in anxiety. Uday looked down at my heaving boobs - since both my arms were lifted up holding the thali, more than half of my firm milk-tanks were popping out of my blouse and were appearing like free offers to him.
Uday: Madam, this is the best possible way to ward off fear and nervousness.
I could feel his left hand brushing up my torso from my waist till my milk-tanks and readily grabbed and squeezed my juicy right boob.
Me: Uhuuuuuu….
Since my hands were engaged up my head holding the thali, I shook my head in disapproval of his act. I did not want to divert my mind on to anything else, but the Maha-yagya.
Uday: Madam, your boobs look so inviting in this choli.
Now he briskly shifted his position to my back and hugged me from behind and cupped my mammaries with both his palms. I struggled in his arms feeling his hard prick poking my soft gaand through his dhoti. I could not leave the thali and I had to keep my hands up above my head and Uday took full advantage of that. He was constantly squeezing my boobs and obviously was feeling and caressing my hard nipples over my blouse and brassiere.
Uday: Madam, I know it’s not appropriate to do this, but I cannot resist myself. You are looking so damn sexy…
I could feel his right hand sliding quickly from my right boob down my belly and navel and rested over my pussy. His hand was roaming over my pubic are over my skirt. I tried to stop him by jerking my body, but in the pretext my big gaand pressed more on his erect dick giving him more pleasure only.
I was not allowed to speak, so I tried to request him through my facial expressions, but he was getting excited by the moment. I suddenly felt that Uday was pulling up my miniskirt. My mouth gaped wide as I knew very well that my intimate parts would get exposed if my skirt hikes up just a few inches. But I felt so helpless as my hands were nonfunctional. And as I expected, Uday lifted my skirt up from the front and inserted his fingers under it and started feeling my upper thighs and even touched my panty!
This was too much! I realized that I must stop him, as I was equally getting sexually keyed up. I just kicked him on his feet and jerked my body violently to get out of his clutches. Uday probably comprehended that I was angry now. He left me and stood there speechless. I was shaking my head in displeasure that I did not expect this from him.
Uday: Madam… I mean… Madam, I am really ashamed. I should not have done this.
I was a bit surprised by the abrupt change in Uday, but hoped that he understood that the prime target for me was to undergo that yagya successfully, and nothing else.
Uday: Madam, am sorry. I did that in the heat of the moment. Please forgive me.
I denoted that it was okay and we started walking again. Honestly I was feeling the libido had started flowing in me by Uday’s touches to my intimate parts. I closed my eyes for a while as I walked and tried to focus hard.
My next two Linga replicas’ offerings were uneventful. The night was pitch dark with the moon still playing hide and seek with the clouds. Honestly after Uday hugged me I was, in fact, not feeling the nervousness or the fear of the dark! I smiled to myself at my irregular behavior.
Uday: Madam, we are almost complete; now the last replica.
The place where the last replica was seemed to be the remotest, as the shrubs and bushes were the maximum at that place. Though I was very careful regarding placing my steps, but unfortunately I kept my footstep on a thorny bush. I immediately felt pain of the piercing on my left sole, but somehow controlled myself not to scream.
Uday: What happened Madam? You seem to be in pain!
Uday promptly realized what might have happened.
Uday: Madam, I think you first complete the procedure and then I will see take care of it.
I also felt likewise and stooped to offer the flowers. The mosquitos were having a feast on my uncovered legs. I constantly shook my legs to avoid those bloodsuckers as much as possible. Uday this time was standing directly behind me; though I was aware, I had little option. I had to lean forward once and he must have had a great view of my big round ass covered in that miniskirt. I quickly rose up and offered the prayer and came limping to the pathway. The thorn pricked me on my left foot.
Uday: Let me check.
Saying that he sat near my feet and took my left foot on his lap. In the process I had to fold my leg from my knee and I could perceive jolly well that if he looks up now, he can directly see inside my skirt. My heart was again starting to drum.
Uday: Madam, its just a thorn, give me a minute and I will get that out.
I was bleeding, of course not in profuse amount.
Uday: Madam, raise your feet a bit, I can’t see the spot clearly.
Rise my feet more? My God! That way I would look so vulgarly inviting! But there was no alternative – I stood on one leg and raised my left foot indecently high so that Uday could see the sole of my foot. My skirt was slipping upwards towards my waist and my full left leg remained exposed. I was just counting the seconds when he would look up at me saying, ‘the thorn is out’ and just then…
Uday: Madam, its out!
He looked up and got an ample upskirt view of mine from the front. I was sure he could see my panty clearly this time. I even forgot to get embarrassed!
He tore apart a portion of cloth from his dhoti and tied it on my feet.
Uday: Will get the medicine getting back to the ashram.
I nodded and instantly got my foot back on ground from his lap. But surprisingly I was having pain as I kept it on ground. I tried to ignore it and took a step forward, but it was pinching me inside. Even with that stopgap bandage I was feeling the pain, as I was exerting pressure on my left leg for walking, hence I continued to limp.
Uday: Madam, are you still in pain?
I nodded to indicate ‘yes’. He seemingly was a bit astonished.
Uday: I thought I cleared the thorn, but…
I was getting increasing pain now in my sole with every step and was unable to walk at all. I was getting off balance because of my hands being raised up for holding the thali. My face was exhibiting the pain I was having. Uday saw that.
Uday: Madam, how will you walk like this? Shall I check it again?
I readily nodded against his wish; I was not in the mood then to be naughty and hence was not ready to exhibit my panty abundantly to him.
Uday: But then, how can you walk like this?
It seemed to be a bigger and painful issue than I thought. I was sure multiple thorns must have entered my sole and Uday was able to trace only one. My pain was increasing and such was the position of the cut on my sole that I was unable to place my foot properly on ground. Each time I exerted pressure on my left sole, it was acutely paining and blood seemed to ooze out of the cut wetting the bandage.
I could not check the injury myself also in front of Uday wearing this skimpy outfit.
Uday: Madam, shall I give you a hand?
He was careful this time probably thinking of my reaction last time when he hugged me and touched me adequately. I was unsure what to do, but could realize it was getting increasingly difficult and impossible to walk like this – either the thali has to be taken care of by Uday so that I could hold his shoulder and walk, otherwise I have to walk on one leg.
Uday: Madam, we should not waste much time as we are running short of time also. If we do not get back in 1200 seconds, Madam, you will have to repeat the whole thing!
I could realize that I need to decide fast what to do. I tried to think of the alternatives. The thali could not be handed over amidst the Parikrama except for offering flowers to the replica or sprinkling the Ganges water. So, that’s out of question.
I will wait and Uday will get Guru-ji here will also eat of the remaining time left of 1200 seconds. So, that’s also ruled out.
Holding the thali on my head, it would be impossible for me to limp on one leg through the remaining distance because I would surely get off balance and fall on the ground.
I certainly did not realize that this small incident would become such a constraint for me! I had ceased walking due to my pain and so was Uday.
Uday: You must complete the Parikrama Madam. You have just the last part to cover.
I was biting my lips and wondering what to do. I was feeling pretty down and just then Uday came up with a weird, out-of-the-world idea!
Uday: Madam, there is only one way, but…
I looked at him questionably and raised my eyebrows to know what it was.
Uday: No Madam, leave it. You will get aggravated. I do not want to annoy you further.
I limped forward to him somehow on one leg and as I did that my big boobs jiggled within my blouse heavily; Uday held me by my belly region so that I can stand at ease. I pointed to him to tell me what was in his mind.
Uday: Madam, since you are unable to walk and your hands are not free, but at the same time you need to complete the Parikrama, and since no one is watching you here, we can do one thing.
“Oho! What is it”” I mumbled in my mind. My facial expression did say that to Uday.
Uday: Madam, I mean I can take you… I mean in my lap and walk till the ashram if you agree.
I was simply astounded to hear such a bizarre proposal! I did not know how to react.
Uday: Madam, please do not take it in the other sense that I want to touch you, so am giving this suggestion. Please. No, not like that. See Madam, you can also understand that with the thali on your head, you cannot walk with that injured leg. So…
I turned my face away from him. It was true that I adored Uday and I had made love to him, but currently I was amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this now?
And I am not a little girl that he will carry me in his lap!
Am nearly 30 years old! A fully matured woman and married too!
Moreover, with my plump figure and this sexy dress - to be in the lap of a man, who was not even my husband was a too much of an idea. But was there a way out for me? The pain is so pinpoint and acute that I was unable to take steps now at all.
After some conflicts in my mind and more pleading and logic by Uday, I finally agreed. Agreed to what? To get onto Uday’s lap and he would carry me the rest of the path to the ashram gate!
I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and walked. It was in my honeymoon. During our stay at the hotel, he picked me up a few times from the room balcony and carried me through the passage to the bed. It was enjoyable no doubt, but Rajesh was very naughty – he always lifted me up in his arms from the balcony and in the process of picking me up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and walked to the bed. The worst part was my landing as my husband made sure that when he drop me on bed from his lap, I land up on my gaand and my legs are in the air, thereby ensuring my full panty view for him.
The very thoughts of those days began to play as if a guitar in my mind. I tried my best to control my mind being wayward.
Uday: Madam, let us not waste any more time…
I tried to remember if ever my husband took me in his lap in the outdoor. Hmm… once, no no, twice I was fortunate to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We went to some forest. It was a short two-day trip. There was a small stream on the pathway for our walks and a couple of times when we crossed that, since the place was absolutely desolate, Rajesh picked me up in his lap and crossed the stream so that my sari did not get wet. My figure at that time obviously was also not as plump as I am now, I added significant weight on my hips after my marriage and overall of course I have grown rounder and heavier. It was fun then, but today to get up in Uday’s lap was making me sweat.
I indicated to Uday to pick me up. Should I close my eyes? I did not know what to do as Uday bent slightly to grip me around my naked thighs. He embraced me with both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the process his face buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But before I could do that, in one smooth jerk Uday picked me up in his lap and started walking!
Honestly, it felt incredible to be in a man’s lap after such a long time after my honeymoon and at this age. I was quite heavy, but still Uday seemed to pick me up like a feather! I again admired in my mind the great physique he possessed. As he walked my whole body was swaying, more so as my hands were still lifted up above my head holding the thali there. Uday’s hands encircled me at my mid-thighs and his head was just near my waist. In a peculiar fashion, he was also holding the lighted torch in his left hand. He was walking trying to walk at a brisk pace and my big boobs were jiggling very sexily within my blouse as he traversed along the meandering path.
I could realize that I was slipping from his arms as we traveled and though initially he was holding me around my mid-thigh region, now I had slid down considerably and he was actually embracing me by my gaand. The more disturbing thing for me was that my big boobs were hanging just above his face. The situation was emerging out to be hotter now than I expected. I could feel Uday’s hands holding me very tightly once he felt his hands were on my firm ass flesh. And time and again I noticed he was moving his head to touch my taut blouse-covered boobs.
“Aaeeiiiiiiiiiiii!”, I mumbled within myself.
Actually I had slid down so much within his arms that he gave a jerk and lifted me up within his lap. In the process I clearly realized my skirt getting rolled up and his stretched arm getting inside my skirt, as I did not ascend much in his lap even after his jerk probably due to my heavy structure. The resultant was my short skirt flowed over his embracing hands. I was naturally stiff and did not know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten my skirt? But I was running short of time already.
I noticed Uday was breathing very heavily now and his head was almost constantly touching the sides of my joggling boobs. I was trying to figure out why Uday was panting – due to my body weight or due to touching my panty under my skirt? I quickly made up my mind that before I get carried away by his touches, I must stop him.
I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walking and he reluctantly halted. I could appreciably comprehend that he was pretty much excited the way he dropped me to the ground from his lap. It was a very sluggish process and he clearly felt my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down. Since my hands were uplifted all the time it was all the more easier for him to brush his face on my boobs and it was a clear intimate hug feeling my big boobs on his chest before he released me finally.
Though my body was definitely responding to his hot movements, I made it a point in my mind not to get distracted.
Uday: Madam, what is it? I am not tired, which you might be thinking.
I just pointed to his forehead where beads of sweat had started to appear.
Uday: Oh! This is certainly not for your weight. You are not too heavy. It’s due to…
I smiled mildly when he said, “you are not too heavy”, though my husband’s complaint for the last few months had been that I was overweight, but at the same time he prefers and fancies my big round ass and more than handful sized tight boobs!
Uday: …it’s due to the thali’s weight probably.
He laughed aloud breaking the deep silence of the night.
Uday: Madam, we are almost there. So we should not waste a second. We must reach by 1200 seconds as Guru-ji specified.
I almost forgot the time-frame clause and was quickly was back to reality. I shamelessly stepped forward limping so that he can again take me up in his lap. I closed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was rather indecent in his approach. The first time he was cautious and held me quite high in his lap, but this time he seemed more interested in laying a hand on my intimate parts. I could not protest to his picking me up from ground and holding me right over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his face was directly pressing on my left boob as he walked. I could not open my eyes to see my compromised state. If my husband would have seen me in this condition, he must have committed suicide!
My ‘misery’ ended in another couple of minutes as we reached the ashram gate. I was so overjoyed to see the gate, but my joyful emotion was short-lived. As Uday entered the ashram gate with me clinging to his body rather sexily, I found Guru-ji standing there. I was simply shocked. I never realized that he would be at the gate.
Guru-ji: Hey Anita, what happened? Are you all right? What happened Beti? Uday what’s the matter?
Guru-ji was quite concerned. Uday quickly dropped me down from his lap and I also straightened my skirt and adjusted my blouse to look somewhat decent.
Uday: Guru-ji, actually when Madam was offering flowers to a Linga replica she stepped on some thorns. I removed one, but she was unable to walk due to…
Guru-ji: Oho! Poor lass! Give me the thali.
Ah! I was so relieved to have descended my arms to the sides of my body after such a prolonged time holding that thali up my head!
Guru-ji: I was getting concerned that whether you will be able to make the Parikrama within 1200 seconds, but you just made it even after this injury. Congrats.
Me: You should give that compliment to Uday. He carried me quite a distance.
Guru-ji: Good job Uday.
Me: Guru-ji, the main problem was my hands were engaged…
Guru-ji: Yes, yes, I can understand that. Can you walk now taking my help?
Me: Surely Guru-ji.
Though it was paining once more as I stepped forward, but it was manageable holding onto Guru-ji’s outstretched right hand. We reached the yagya room where I found Sanjeev waiting. Uday did not come with us and I anticipated he must have gone to the toilet, as the way he was pressing me in his lap with his body the second time, he must have got a full erection.
Sanjeev and Guru-ji both were showing extra care for me about the wound. It always a good feeling when I see people concerned about me.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, bring a chair.
Sanjeev promptly brought a chair where I seated. I was conscious to keep my knees and thighs closed so that I do not flash my panty. All of my thighs and legs remained exposed in front of both males.
Guru-ji: Let me check.
Saying that Guru-ji sat near my feet. I was naturally feeling shy because a personality of Guru-ji’s stature sitting there made me very uncomfortable. He gently took my left foot and opened the bandage, which Uday had placed, and was checking the cut mark. He pressed the surrounding area to look for any abnormality. I kept my hands on my lap so that my miniskirt did not move up to much for a free show. I turned to Sanjeev and found he was staring at my glistening smooth naked legs.
Guru-ji: Bring the scalpel. Also bring the Betadine, some cotton, and a bandage. Seems another barb is there subcutaneous.
Within a minute Sanjeev handed over the items Guru-ji needed and after some more probing on the wound with the scalpel, Guru-ji was able to bring out the other thorn and dressed the area. I felt much better and thanked Guru-ji.
But that Sanjeev seemed to be more pleased than me! I knew the reason. He was getting ample upskirt views of mine as I was sitting on the chair while Guru-ji was taking the thorn out of my sole. Even with my best efforts I probably could not resist him from getting to see my panty peek.
Guru-ji: Now you are okay Beti. Don’t worry much on that injury. It will heal up in a couple of days. I have done the needful.
Me: Thanks Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Did you do the Ashram Parikrama rituals properly?
Me: Ji Guru-ji. I offered flowers and prayers to the four Linga replicas and also sprinkled water as you directed.
Guru-ji: Good. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Guru-ji went back to his original place indicating me to sit on the asana.
Guru-ji: Now concentrate back and repeat the mantras that I say.
I sat on the asana on my knees and closed my eyes and concentrated on the core job, the Maha-yagya. Guru-ji was conversing the mantras very slowly and I had no problems repeating them.
Guru-ji: Now Anita, we will do the Chandrama Aradhana and follow that up with Doodh Sarovar snan (=bathing in a milk pond). Chrandrama, i.e. Moon is the Fertility God. Did you know that?
I signaled affirmatively.
Guru-ji: So this worship is extremely important and you need to follow what I say absolutely diligently. After the worship to attain the divine goal you will need to distil your body with milk. White stands for the symbol of purity, you must be knowing that.
Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: In fact Anita, in a way this is a warm-up process to the ultimate Yoni Puja.
Me: O! I see.
Just then Meenakshi entered the room.
Guru-ji: Have you brought …
Meenakshi: Ji Guru-ji.
She interrupted him showing two round red flimsy papers in her hand. I felt extremely curious as I noticed that she was holding those round papers with forceps!
Guru-ji: Fine. Then we will proceed to the lawn and you bring her there quickly not wasting much time.
Saying that Guru-ji and Sanjeev left the room leaving myself in the room with Meenakshi.
Me: What are those Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: These are more tags for you Madam.
Me: More tags? What for?
Meenakshi: Madam, as you also heard, Guru-ji told not to waste time; if we are late he will scold me.
Me: No, no that’s okay, but you can talk while you…
Meenakshi: Right Madam. Will I do it here or you want to go the toilet?
Me: Meaning?
I was rather astonished by her suggestion of going to the toilet.
Meenakshi: Madam, as I had put tags previously on your body, two more are left, which I would fix now.
Me: But you already have put tags on my… I mean on my breasts and… I mean…
I was not that shameless to verbalize the word ‘pussy’ in the presence of another person, may it be a female.
Meenakshi: Right Madam, but these two are for your ass. You can see the size of the papers. These are much larger in comparison to the previous ones.
I was just dumb hearing that – Meenakshi is going to paste those two papers on my gaand, more precisely on my both ass cheeks!
Me: But… but why did you not put these after my bath?
Meenakshi: Madam, I told you every action has a reason and you will know it in time.
I was rather confused.
Me: But… But Meenakshi why are you holding that with that forceps?
Meenakshi smiled at me naughtily.
Me: What happened? Why are you smiling?
Meenakshi: You will know yourself as I stick that to your bottom.
She smiled again. I was still not getting why she was holding those two papers in forceps.
Meenakshi: Madam, if you can lift your skirt up would help as my once hand is engaged.
I turned my back to her and gently pulled up my skirt from behind. It was so awkward, but thank god I had to do that in front of a female.
Meenakshi: Fine Madam, go ahead.
Me: What else do I need to do? I have lifted my skirt naa?
Meenakshi: Your panty Madam.
Me: Oops! I completely forgot.
I just lost the fact that have to pull down my panty so that she could stick those papers on my ass cheeks. Realizing that I quickly pulled my panty down and exposed my gaand to her. Now the sensation had changed from awkward to sensuous. I was standing with my panty half way down my legs in the room and moreover, was holding up my skirt at my waist level. The door of the room was not even locked!
I could feel Meenakshi’s free hand feeling the smoothness and roundedness of my gorgeous buttocks.
Me: Hey what are you doing?
Frankly I already started having goosebump, as I felt her hand on my naked butt skin.
Meenakshi: Honestly Madam, you have such a lovely ass. Its so round, so fleshy, so tight. I wish… I wish I had been a male.
Me: Dhat!
She giggled and I flushed listening to her direct praising.
Me: Ouch!
I almost screeched out as I felt something very hot touching my butt skin. I turned back immediately. I almost lost my balance as I forgot my panty was half way down and clinging to my upper thighs.
Me: My goodness! What did you do?
Meenakshi: Nothing Madam. I just touched this paper to your bottom. I hope now you realize why I am using the forceps.
Me: But… but how could the paper be so hot?
Meenakshi: Its specially heated for your Chandrama Aradhana.
She paused just to take a breath.
Meenakshi: Okay Madam, let us do it in a different way Madam.
Me: How? But in any case the paper is scorching hot.
Meenakshi: Madam, pull up your panty and I will first press the paper on your ass cheek over your panty.
I felt that would definitely help me. I quickly pulled up my panty to cover my buttocks and used my both hands to stretch it over my faring butt skin. I could then feel Meenakshi pressing the paper on my gaand over my panty and the heat was of course tolerable. She kept the forceps on a tray and pressed the papers with her palms on my round buttocks. It was an unique experience I must admit.
Some seconds passed and I silently was taking the “umm” feeling on my gaand, which the warm papers were dissipating through my panty.
Meenakshi: Madam, now you can pull down your panty and I can put the papers within.
Honestly, this was the most awkward exercise I had ever done. In such a small span of time I had to pull up and down my panties multiple times. Hardly do I remember a case where I did such a naughty exercise. With my husband it has always been the downward journey for my panty, i.e. if it slides slightly off my gaand, no way it could go up, it only could land up to my knees.
Before Meenakshi stuck the round red-colored papers on my buttocks, she applied some fluid on my naked ass cheeks and the papers readily got fixed under my panty. I was literally feeling the heat on my ass now emitted by those red papers. I immediately dropped my lifted skirt to cover my huge gaand. The feeling was almost identical to as if a pair of warm male hands touching my naked ass flesh within my undergarment!
I adjusted my panty slightly over those papers stuck on my ass to feel comfortable and followed Meenakshi out of the room. She went to the courtyard of the ashram where Guru-ji, Sanjeev, and Uday were all waiting for us. I was now quite adjusted to exposing in front of these males. My miniskirt was providing my legs and thighs fully exposed to all and my square necked blouse was displaying generously my deep cleavage and oozing boob flesh.
Guru-ji greeted me with a smile stealing a glance of by skirt-covered ass. He must be pretty much aware that I had those roasted papers inside my panty.
Guru-ji: I hope you are not uncomfortable Anita?
I thought there was no need to ask that in front of everyone. I shyly nodded as all three males were staring at my curvy figure.
Guru-ji: Okay then. We will first proceed for Chandrama Aradhana and then follow it up with Doodh Sarovar Snan.
I was wondering where the ‘sarovar’ (=pond) was in the ashram!
I noticed Uday and Sanjeev bringing up a significantly large bathtub and placed it in the center of the courtyard and through a pipeline filled it with water. They adjusted the tub suitably so that there was clear reflection of the moon in the waters within. Though there was cloud in the sky at that moment the moon could be clearly seen.
Guru-ji: Anita, you are lucky that the moon can be clearly seen right now. It means probably the moon is also happy with your prayers!
He smiled at me and I also smiled back.
The moon’s reflection in the crystal clear water of the tub appeared marvelous.
Guru-ji: Anita, like you have seen previously this is also a medium-oriented worship. I will myself act as the medium for this very important prayer.
Me: Thanks Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Now fully focus on this worship and your only prayer to Chandrama should be to make you fertile. Nothing less, nothing more.
Guru-ji and myself both turned ourselves to the reflection of the moon and folded our arms for the prayer. There was absolute pin drop silence within the ashram, which was quite natural at that hour of the night.
I suddenly heard water splashing and looked up to see Guru-ji had stepped inside the tub.
Guru-ji: Step in Anita.
I noticed the edges of the tub were quite high and it would be rather difficult for me to get in. Guru-ji probably realized my problem.
Guru-ji: Uday, give her a hand.
Uday came near me and helped me get inside the tub by lifting me holding my waist. I somehow managed to get inside the tub giving a huge upskirt view to Guru-ji as he was standing within the tub.
Me: Aah!
I mumbled silently. The cold water in the tub gave such a soothing feeling to my naked legs. The water level within the tub was fortunately pretty low and it was not even reaching my knees.
Guru-ji: Anita, you stand here facing the moon like this.
Saying that Guru-ji adjusted my position and he was standing so close to me that my round protruding bottom was touching him time and again.
Guru-ji: Fold your arms in the form of prayer and verbalize what I say.
He was so close to me behind that I could feel Guru-ji’s breathing on my neck. For a woman, it is always very odd to have a male right behind your back, especially when your eyes are closed. Though it was a prayer and I knew I need to concentrate hard, but somehow my mind was getting diverted each time I was sensing Guru-ji’s warm breath on my neck and his folded hands very mildly brushing my blouse-covered back. I was stiff of course as I knew if I moved my gaand just a bit, it would surely hit Guru-ji’s pelvic area.
Frankly it was almost the same kind of situation as I experience while commuting in public vehicles. Most grownup women who have to travel in crowded bus during rush hours feel likewise. Invariably I would find a male to be standing at my back even though I am standing in front of the ladies seats. And taking the full advantage of the hustle and jostle of the crowd within the bus, that male would either feel my ass with his crotch or use his hand to touch and press my butts over my dress. My situation here definitely was not like that and I could not think even in my dream about Guru-ji being like that, but it was my honest first-hand feeling.
The prayer was a long one and slowly I was building my concentration over it.
Guru-ji: Jai Chandrama! Linga Maharaj!
He ended the prayer. He was still standing at my back. Uday and Sanjeev were standing at some distance to my left side.
Guru-ji: Offer waters to Chandrama Anita.
I nodded and tried to bend down to take water in my palm from within the tub and immediately I felt a hard rod poking my gaand and I straightened myself.
Me: Sorry Guru-ji.
As Guru-ji was right behind me, as I bent my full ass pushed into his dhoti-covered crotch and I clearly felt his hard lund on my gaand! I stepped forward and bent down to take water. I knew it would look very inviting to bend like that in front of a male who was just behind me, but there was no other option for me. Guru-ji must have got a grand view of my miniskirt-covered flaring ass. I quickly ascended and offered the waters to Chandrama.
Guru-ji: Do it thrice Beti.
So I had to again bend my round bottoms in front of Guru-ji and provided him with some awful upskirt views as well. Thankfully though it was a moonlit night, the illumination was not bright enough, otherwise surely as I bent my panty would have been clearly visible from where Guru-ji was standing. I somehow completed this exercise.
Guru-ji: Fine. Now that you have offered Ganges water to Chandrama you have authenticated your prayer.
Right then I noticed Sanjeev had lighted up some dry coconut shells with some chemicals on two pots and smoke started to fill up the whole place. The scent of the smoke was typical of the odor we get within a temple – a mixed bag type of smell.
Guru-ji: Okay Beti. Now stand facing me. I am your medium for this prayer. Come close.
I stepped forward within the waters in the tub near Guru-ji. My full rounded boobs were looking like searchlights on my figure in this moonlit atmosphere. He held me by my shoulders.
Guru-ji: Anita, now that you have prayed for fertility, you need to actually make your organs fertile by offering them to Chandrama.
Me: How Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Yes, I will tell you. Chandrama’s power can only enter into a female organ via a medium through this Maha-yagya. I will help you attain that power.
Guru-ji raised his chin up towards the moon and with folded arms started a prayer in Sanskrit. I was unable to understand much from it. It ended within a couple of minutes.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! This poor girl needs your help. Please bestow your choicest blessings on her. Please empower her sex organs so that she can taste motherhood. Jai Chandrama!
The whole ambiance was so spiritualist – the midnight timing, the moonlit mystic courtyard, cold waters kissing my legs in the tub, the thick coiling smoke, the unique scent of the smoke, Guru-ji’s colossal physical stature, and his spine chilling reverberating voice… I was getting spellbound.
Guru-ji: Since you have come to this stage successfully Anita, I don’t think you will feel shy attaining this power. Will you?
His voice was piercing the silence of the night and it was so commanding!
I nodded, but Guru-ji seemed not satisfied.
Guru-ji: Speak aloud Anita. You are not replying to me. You are actually replying to Chandrama.
I quickly folded my arms as if in prayer. Guru-ji repeated his question.
Guru-ji: Will you feel shy achieving this divine strength?
Me: No… I mean I will not feel shy.
Guru-ji: Good. Do you have the tags placed on your body?
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
I noticed Uday was putting in more dry coconut shells and chemicals into the pots making the smoke thicker.
Guru-ji: Where are the tags on your body?
My throat was getting dry. The tags were placed by Meenakshi on my intimate body parts and I was definitely hesitant now to tell that aloud in front of three grownup males. Guru-ji was getting impatient seeing my silence.
Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste the time. The clouds might hide the moon again and then all our efforts would be a waste!
It was true that the sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see the moon continuously for sometime now not being covered up by any cloud. I tried to rebuild my confidence and leaving apart my shyness answered to that question.
Me: The tags… I mean… the tags are on my thighs, navel, and err… hips, and…
I swallowed my sputum and licked my lips to continue. It was somewhat easier for me to pronounce ‘thighs’, ‘navel’, and ‘hips, but to verbalize ‘breasts’ and ‘pussy’ in front of three males was a tough call for me.
Me: And on my breasts and pu… pussy.
Guru-ji: Right! Hey Chandrama! Look at this woman. She is grownup! She is fully matured! She is married! To get your blessing she has placed the consecrated tags on her sexual organs. Help her. Jai Chandrama!
Sanjeev and Uday repeated in chorus and Guru-ji seemed to be gaining in momentum in his voice.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Your power is infinite. You have helped the infertile with your fertility sanctification. Empower her with your celestial energy. Jai Chandrama!
I was all along pretty much charged up by this whole act, but the next few words spoken by Guru-ji made me blush heavily and I never heard such sexually explicit words about myself from any male apart from my husband; that too when we were at a conjugal peak on our bed. Honestly, my husband does hardly speak such smutty terms even when at full peak during intercourse. But I was shocked to hear such language about me from a towering personality like Guru-ji!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at this poor girl and have mercy. She has everything, yet has a vacant lap. She has a loving husband, yet love is not getting bloomed.
Each time Guru-ji was addressing me as a ‘girl’ I was blushing. Surely by no means at this age and with such a developed figure, I could be called a ‘girl’ but probably to this Godman, we are all like his children!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Restore the resurgence of sexual power in her body and help her attain completeness.
Guru-ji lowered his voice suddenly.
Guru-ji: Anita, keep your hands by your sides, hold up your chin, and take deep breaths.
I followed his instruction in toto.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! She has the desire. She has the will power. She just needs the little help to borne the fruit in her womb. Her key to happiness is in your hand. Through your sacred light bless her Chandrama! Bless her.
Though apparently it seemed ridiculous praying to the moon, but the setting was such I also started believing that the moon’s sacred light will enlighten my sexual power!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Look at her boobs – they are so bubbly, firm, and attractive!
Guru-ji directly pointed his finger to my boobs! I simply could not react.
Guru-ji: Look at her navel – it is so deep that any male can hide his tongue in that! Hey Chandrama! Look at her thighs – they are so well developed that even Rambha would feel reserved, and her bottoms – any male would be provoked to call it gaand! Hey Chandrama! How can you be so cruel to have deprived her of motherhood who has such an attractive jawani?
My ears were already red and I started to breathe faster listening to such lewd things being spoken off so very openly and directly in front of me!
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Pierce your power through her tags and make her sexually potent. Give her unlimited sexual craving! Make her organs active and fertile superlatively. Jai Chandrama!
Uday and Sanjeev echoed in chorus and I thought that this would end now, but I was wrong! Guru-ji now went further to my body detail making me perspire in shame.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her boobs and make her nipples supersensitive! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tag on her pussy and make it full with fertile honey! Hey Chandrama! Rip through the tags on her gaand and make them more round and fleshy. Hey Chandrama! Make her a sex goddess.
The intensity with which Guru-ji was praying right now and waving his hands up towards the sky I was feeling somewhat frightened. His tall structure, voice clarity, moonlit night, and the mystic smoke all around were certainly adding up to it.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! Now bless her with your power. Bless her.
There was a momentary pause and all was so quiet. Guru-ji went out of the tub.
Guru-ji: Anita, now you will actually gain the power from Chandrama! Listen very carefully what you have to do.
I somehow managed to utter “Ji Guru-ji” with my eyes lowered down in natural womanly shame after hearing such things so loud and clear.
Guru-ji: You first wait till the waters in the tub come to a standstill so that you can clearly see Chandrama’s reflection in it. Then get direct moonlight for 10 seconds on each of the places where you have the tags on your body. First you will press your organ with your hand for 10 seconds and then release it to empower it with Chandrama’s influence for the next 10 seconds. And throughout the process only chant “Jai Chandrama” loudly and clearly. Okay?
I was a bit confused and stammered to ask the silliest question.
Me: But Guru-ji, to get… I mean direct light… err… I have to open… I mean…
Guru-ji: Anita, what needs to be done, needs to be done. Yes, of course to get the direct moonlight on your body you have to open your choli if needed. Which is more important to you? Tell me clearly.
He almost howled and I got pretty much afraid.
Me: No, no Guru-ji. I did not mean that.
Guru-ji: Then what?
Me: It’s okay Guru-ji. I am doing it.
I said meekly accepting that I would open my choli in front of three males, not to mention about my skirt!
Guru-ji: That’s better. Here you are obliging the Fertility God and not doing any striptease that you will feel ashamed.
I was stunned to hear such things from Guru-ji and felt so very ashamed especially in the presence Uday and Sanjeev. I was already half striped in this micromini dress in front of these male eyes and now probably I have to do a full striptease!
Guru-ji’s tone had changed dramatically and it was so commanding that I was having a faster heartbeat.
The water in the tub had subsided and was quite still now. The full moon was also clearly visible in the water.
Me: Guru-ji, shall I proceed?
Guru-ji stepped forward just to check whether the water in the tub was absolutely still or not and being satisfied gave me the nod.
Guru-ji: Do not open the tags. Chandrama’s power will pierce through those holy strips of papers.
Me: Okay.
Guru-ji: I will instruct you and you need to just obey that, but remember not stop your chant.
I nodded and noticed Sanjeev and Uday were standing pretty close, which means they would have a very clear view of my stripping act. I turned my focus towards Sanjeev and he was undoubtedly giving impatient looks, as he knew a plump woman like me would open her choli in front of him in a minute!
I started to chant “Jai Chandrama!” in a continuos manner.
Guru-ji: Anita, start with your navel. That’s the equilibrium point of your body. First press your navel tag with your right hand index finger.
I obeyed him -ji and listening to Guru-ji’s call again released my finger after 10 seconds.
Guru-ji: Now your thigh tags. Do the same thing with both your hands.
I stopped a little to do that and my boobs almost jumped out of my short choli making my deep cleavage prominently visible to all the males. My heart was racing fast as I knew the next tag has to be either my nipple tag, or my pussy tag, or my ass tags.
Guru-ji: Fine. Anita, now the tags on your buttocks. You don’t have to pull down your panty. You just raise your skirt with one hand so that your gaand gets the full moonlight.
I was of course very hesitant to pull up my skirt in front of three grownup males, but by that time convinced my mind that I had to do that shameless act. I consoled my mind by saying to my mind that my family members or my hubby would never know anything about this and I am doing this to please the God abiding by the norms.
Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste time. Lift up your skit and show Chandrama your lovely gaand.
I closed my eyes and with my right hand gathered my skirt, pulled it up till my waist, and I could as if feel the three males looking up my bottoms! The panty I was wearing was by no means enough to protect any dignity of my large fleshy ass. In fact, a panty never covers the buttocks of a matured woman properly, but we women do not care about it because a sari, salwar-kamiz, or a skirt covers us amply. But here the situation was so very different. I did not even get a chance to at least stretch my panty on my ass cheeks before it was exposed to these males. I pressed the paper tag under my panty with my left hand for 10 seconds and then released it and stood like a statue in shame for another 10 seconds.
The short time frame was the only reassuring factor for me I thought.
Guru-ji: Okay, now change your hand and repeat the same process.
I was continuously chanting loudly, which actually made me feel more embarrassed.
I repeated the same process exchanging my hands. What a scene I thought for those males to watch! A housewife of around 30 standing in front of them lifting her skirt to her waist and showing them her panty-covered ass. My nipples were already so hard and piercing my bra fabric. I could not open my eyes for a moment even in utter humiliation. I remembered in school in higher classes we had a PT teacher who was a pervert and used to make girls pull up their skirts giving lame reasoning and I also could not avoid being victimized by him once or twice. But then it was school and I was a teenager. But here what I was doing was no less that a striptease!
Thankfully it was over and I pulled down my skirt over my panty-covered big buns, only to get ready to unbutton my choli!
Guru-ji: Good job Anita. Now your nipple tags. You don’t have to pull the choli off your body, just open the buttons.
I opened my eyes once and looked so very timidly towards Guru-ji and others. From within the tub and even in that smoky environment, I did not miss to notice the huge erection of Guru-ji under his dhoti, which appeared like a tent now. Sanjeev almost gave me a shock as I noticed him scratching and pressing his penis over his dhoti very openly. Uday seemed relatively calm!
I tried to concentrate on the mantra and started unbuttoning my choli. As I opened the last button, my bra-covered heavy boobs along with a massive cleavage were on display to my male audience. In that moonlit setting and smoky ambiance I could well realize I was in reality looking like a sex goddess! As I looked from the corner of my eyes there was definitely a ‘wow’ appreciation in Sanjeev’s eyes, Guru-ji though was an exception.
Guru-ji: Anita, now feel and locate the tags under your bra and press them with your index fingers of both hands.
There was nothing to locate actually because my nipples already had risen their heads under my brassiere and their impressions were quite clear on my bra fabric. I crossed my hands and pressed my nipples as the tags were placed on them.
Guru-ji: Now allow Chandrama to give celestial power to your boobs so that they remain tight and firm in the days to come such that your husband can extract maximum pleasure out of them. And let your nipples be blessed with supersensitiveness and rosiness so that whenever your husband touches you, even if its just holding the hand, your nipples grow up to their full resilient structure. Jai Chandrama!
Standing with my choli buttons open in front of three males was making me perspire already and now listening to such very direct sexy comments, I was getting seriously (s)excited.
Guru-ji: Great! Now the last and the most crucial one Anita.
I was getting short of breath constantly uttering the mantra, but as per Guru-ji’s instruction I did not stop.
Guru-ji: First button your choli and then proceed.
As I was quickly buttoning my choli, Guru-ji ordered further.
Guru-ji: Now like you did previously raise your skirt and do the same thing. Mind you, keep your index finger just on your hole, the tag is just to the left side of your slit I suppose.
I was dying in shame hearing this instruction, but knew that I had to do it. I raised my skirt and all the three males standing my side got a clear frontal view of my panty and I kept my finger on my honey hot. I had closed my eyes and clenched my teeth – it was so, so humiliating and disgraceful. For the first time in my life I realized that even ten seconds is a l-o-n-g time!
Guru-ji: Its done Anita. You can pull down your skirt.
Before Guru-ji could even complete, I quickly took my hand off my pussy and dropped my skirt to cover my panty. I was almost dyspneic having continuously chanting the mantra and was virtually trembling in shame and excitement as a result of this Chandrama Aradhana. Guru-ji seemed to be summing up the whole episode.
Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama! I believe that you are happy with her worship and would liven up her sex organs adequately so that they harvest fertility. Let her boobs, navel, pussy, gaand, and thighs become the epitome of sexuality and they help drive her full steam during copulating. Jai Chandrama!
We all echoed “Jai Chandrama!”
By this time the smoke was clearing out as Uday and Sanjeev were not putting in further dry coconut shells or chemicals and at last getting some opportunity I swiftly adjusted my bra and choli as well as stretched my skirt to feel somewhat decent.
Guru-ji: Anita, since you have done a well-mannered prayer, I believe you will not be deprived of the celestial powers of Chandrama.
He smiled at me and I felt much assured that I had carried out this part of the Maha-yagya properly though it was rather shameful for any matured woman to execute in front of males.
Guru-ji: Now we will proceed to the Doodh Sarovar snan, which is basically a sterilization process of the body and soul. The color white as you know is the symbol of purity and there is no better alternative than milk for attaining cleanliness. Are you getting me?
Me: Yes, yes Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Till such time Sanjeev and Uday make the arrangements let us take a walk.
Saying that Guru-ji started walking down the courtyard while Sanjeev and Uday went off within the ashram. I had to follow Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, it seems you are still in some sort of tension with the result of the Maha-yagya. Am I right?
Me: True Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: But why? If I am with you, Linga Maharaj blesses you, why should you worry? Remember to attain true sexual pleasure whereby you can attain a healthy pregnancy, the mind has to be absolutely free and not burdened by any thought.
Me: I know Guru-ji. All the doctors I visited, they all stress very much on this point.
Guru-ji: So, you see? Don’t be anxious and leave everything on me.
We now have walked down the courtyard and almost reached the ashram gate. My mind was constantly skeptical about where the ‘sarovar’ was for the Doodh Sarovar snan and will I have to take bath in front of everyone!
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
I paused a little.
Me: Guru-ji, I mean I was wondering about the ‘sarovar’. I have not noticed a pond or something of that sort within the ashram.
Guru-ji laughed mildly listening to my question.
Guru-ji: Anita, your observation is correct. There is no such sarovar within my ashram. But do not take things on the literal implication. Yes, initially when the term was coined for this Maha-yagya there has to be a pond filled with milk, which is quite impractical today.
Me: Right Guru-ji.
Guru-ji suddenly changed the topic and asked such a question that left me almost speechless!
Guru-ji: By the way, I think Master-ji faltered on your brassiere fitting. Your boobs are jiggling so much while you are walking! This should not happen.
He was looking directly at my boobs and I felt so ashamed that I could not even utter a word and looked down at the grass on ground.
Guru-ji: Anita, there is nothing to be ashamed of! If Master-ji has done a mistake you should have told him.
Me: Y… ye… yes. Err…
Guru-ji: I can see your breasts are heavy and would naturally joggle more than average women, he should have been more careful.
I knew I needed to reply something and I tried to gather the courage to do that. Guru-ji had stopped walking and so did I and we were conversing standing at the ashram gate. I noticed he adjusted his dhoti and I was shocked to see he openly stroked his lund.
Me: I mean… Guru-ji, I think… err. since I am not wearing a sari, it is happening.
Guru-ji: No, no. If your brassiere is not tight enough, this would happen invariably. It must fit properly and tightly on them.
Saying that he just made his palms look like two cups indicating how my bra would fit on my boobs! It was so very embarrassing that I clenched my lower lip with my teeth.
Guru-ji: By all means you should know it better than me Anita. Yes, if you were wearing the sari, this would not have been so prominent, but the fact remains that….
Me: Guru-ji, I err… I will talk to Master-ji about it.
I had to mark an end to this humiliating conversation.
Guru-ji: Okay, getting back to where we were Anita, Doodh Sarovar snan need not be executed in a pond full of milk. What we will do, we will create an artificial setting where the disciple can do the bathing and purify her body for the Yoni Puja.
Me: O! I see.
Guru-ji: I think they should be ready by now. Lets get back.
As we walked back I started taking small steps, as now I was so very conscious about the undulating movement of my big boobs within my choli.
When I reached the old spot in the courtyard I noticed the bathtub was there, but with new attachments! Uday and Sanjeev were also present. The tub was empty and now had transparent light blue sidewalls all round almost 5-6 feet high and there was a pipeline going out from the bathtub into a big drum fitted with a small motor. Though I was not an expert in these but could well realize that milk from the drum would go into the tub where I would take the bath. There was another pipeline and drum, but the connection of the pipe was unplugged. My heart started to beat faster thinking of my drenched condition in this mini dress!
Guru-ji: Bah! Good. So Anita, the setting is ready. As you can see, the purification process will undergo within the covered tub and milk will continuously flow into it from that drum.
Me: Okay Guru-ji. But if this dress is wet…
Guru-ji: Your spare Maha-yagya paridhan is with Sanjeev. So, don’t worry on that. And you see the other drum that holds water, which would clean up the stickiness of milk from your body after your Doodh Sarovar snan.
I turned towards Sanjeev and saw that he was standing with one packet, which assumably holds my choli, miniskirt, and undergarments. Uday was standing with a towel. So all was set for my milky bathing!
Guru-ji: As you have observed in all steps of the Maha-yagya, here also you will get purified through my medium. Jai Linga Maharaj! Jai Linga Maharaj!
Saying that Guru-ji readily stepped inside the empty tub through one of the side attachments, which was open. I also followed his footsteps. The entry step was a bit too high and Uday came forward to give me hand so that I could climb that. I could clearly feel Uday’s hand cupping my firm ass over my skirt as he pushed me up to reach the step when Guru-ji’s warm hand pulled me inside the tub. Then Uday closed and locked the last side attachment with myself and Guru-ji standing within the tub, covered on all sides till 4-5 feet, and the top was of course open. The moon was beaming through the light blue sidewalls making the backdrop very appealing.
Guru-ji: First I will do a prayer to Linga Maharaj. You will repeat what I chant. Okay?
He was facing me with his hands folded and started the prayer. Though I was following the mantra aloud, my mind was getting nomadic in this unfamiliar setting. The ambiance was such that honestly I felt like standing in the shower as if with my hubby. The bathtub though empty, Guru-ji standing in front of me, and with the walls surrounding me aided for my senses to prevail additionally. Though such happenings have vanished from my life presently, but definitely during my initial marriage days when we used to go out for a vacation, my hubby did force me to have bath with him occasionally. Not always was I that shameless to take bath with my hubby in complete naked state, but I did succumbed a few times. Those memories certainly are very vivid and enjoyable for me.
Rest of the times it ended in some long kisses and hugs within the closed walls of the attached bath. Yes, Rajesh always was very eager to strip me of my sari or salwar-kamiz whatever I was wearing, but myself being rather conservative resisted firmly and the end result was myself getting partially disrobed only.
Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Uday, start pouring in the milk. It will take some time to fill in.
I was shaken up by Guru-ji’s words and felt lukewarm milk covering the floor of the bathtub. Milk was gushing in through the pipeline into the bathtub, but since the hole was small it would understandably take some time to fill in. But most importantly, the whole process was really giving me the feel that I was standing on the bank of a pond with ripples of water kissing my feet!
Guru-ji: Anita, hold my hand, otherwise you might be off balance, as the flow is fairly swift.
Just as Guru-ji held my hand in the setting of warm milk covering my feet and the ripples formed within the bathtub mildly hitting my legs, I instantly harked back to my visit to the Waltair seaside an year ago. Though the initial feeling in my mind entering this tub was standing by the pond probably because of the term ‘Doodh Sarovar snan’, but now as if the exact clue sparked in my mind. I at once recalled our Waltair trip where alongside me and my husband, Manohar Uncle, Sunita Bhabie, and Ritesh accompanied us. There also warm seawater was slowly kissing our feet, which is very much similar to the warm milk here; I was holding Ritesh’s hand there and here also Guru-ji is holding my hand; in both cases my husband was not present at the scene!
The awful coincidence was a very similar event that happened in Waltair actually ensued here in the next 15-20 minutes!
Flashback:
Since we stay in UP, there is hardly any chance to visit a seaside easily and so when Rajesh proposed this tour, I was very much excited. I had only visited a seaside in Maharastra– that too with my parents when I was very young. Ritesh was my hubby’s close pal and Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie were our neighbors. Before marriage Rajesh had toured a couple of places with them along with his parents. So the bonding was quite strong and as Ritesh used to visit our house occasionally I was also pretty comfortable. Ritesh was my husband’s age, around 32-33, bachelor. Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie was an elderly couple, their daughter was married only the previous year and lived in Delhi.
We were having a nice time from the onset of the journey. Manohar Uncle though nearing retirement was very active and agile and cracked jokes every now and then keeping everyone in a joyous mood. His physique was also very well maintained for his age. Photography was his hobby. There was some age difference between Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie as it used to be in the past and she was nearing her forties. Bhabie also was very cooperative and was like a friend to me. Like most housewife of that age, she had a plump body structure, but considering she had a 20-year old daughter, she was not disproportionate or flabby. Unlike a woman of forty, she was also very energetic and cheerful like her husband. We formed a very good team.
It was a short trip of three days only and so we decided to do the sightseeing on the first day and spend the rest two days on the beach. Since Manohar Uncle was busy with his photography subjects, Rajesh, me, Sunita Bhabie and Ritesh were spending time together most of the time when we were out. Honestly I did not notice anything abnormal or any special inclination of Ritesh towards Sunita Bhabie or vice versa, but noticed it for the first time the day after.
It was a sunny day and sun was beating in full flow on the beach. It was hot day. Since I was going for the bath in the sea I selected a dark colored salwar-kamiz so that it does not reveal much when I would be wet. We were all going together to the beach walking on the hot sand. Manohar Uncle and Rajesh both were wearing swimming trunks while Ritesh was wearing a bermuda. I was wearing a red kamiz with white pajamas while Sunita Bhabie was wearing a light blue cotton printed sari with matching blouse.
Manohar Uncle: Sunita you should have borrowed and wear a salwar-kamiz from Anita. That’s much more comfortable rather than the sari.
Me: Yes Uncle, even I told Bhabie before coming out.
Sunita Bhabie: I am okay in the sari baba!
Manohar Uncle: Okay, as you wish. I just told you.
Ritesh: Uncle I am coming in minute. My cigarette stock is finished!
Ritesh went back and we came almost there where waters were coming and receding on the shore. The Waltair beach was rocky and definitely not a very suitable place to take bath. Sunita Bhabie, though was very energetic initially, seemed to be rather frightful from the waves. She recoiled to her shell more than me. She was holding Manohar Uncle’s arm very firmly and was very unwilling to go any deep. Rajesh was holding my hand and we were taking a few steps forward.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, be careful. The sea seems to be rough today. Hold Rajesh’s hand properly
She was giving me all sorts of advices and though I was also not very courageous, but being with my hubby we went a few steps ahead. Water here was almost till my knees and since I was getting off balanced time and again with the waves hitting me, Rajesh held me by my waist.
Me: Hey! Bhabie and Uncle are there. What are you doing?
Rajesh: They will shift their eyes if they see us like this or else Manohar Uncle will follow suit. Ha ha hah…
We laughed and I was having a real good time in Rajesh’s arms. But soon my hubby seemed restless and was tempted by the roaring sea and was eager to go deep. I soon found Manohar Uncle also keen to show us how deep he could go. They both were good swimmers and had previous experience of going deep into the sea. Ritesh seemed not that adventurous and was happy to stay on the shore. In spite of me and Bhabie advocating our husbands not to go deep, they were pretty inclined to enjoy the sea.
Sunita Bhabie: Okay then, lets fix a time that after that you will be back and we will enjoy together. Mind you we both would be in tension till you…
Manohar Uncle: Okay baba! We will be back within 20 minutes. Happy? Rajesh what do you say?
Rajesh: Sure uncle. You people would never realize what fun can be had if you go to that place!
Saying that he pointed to the area beyond where waters were breaking on the beach with steamy white foams.
Me: Rajesh, please take care and don’t be too adventurous.
Rajesh: Okay jaan.
I kept watching as Rajesh was going deep into the sea climbing the waves and using his swimming skills. Manohar Uncle was also equal to the task even at his age!
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, lets get back a few steps. The force seemed to have increased.
It was true that the current in the seawater had increased somewhat.
Ritesh: Bhabie, its tide time, hence you feeling the current.
Me: Ritesh then should we get back a few steps?
Ritesh: Yes, yes. But just wait till this wave recedes.
The water went back and we both hurried back a few steps.
Ritesh: Bhabie, you stay in the middle. You will feel secure.
As we got back, Ritesh made Sunita Bhabie stay in between us, I was holding her right hand and Ritesh was holding her left hand. Probably from this point I noticed that Ritesh was getting a bit too caring for her and trying to get close to her ‘physically’ and very surprisingly Bhabie also allowed him a free entry!
The sea was getting rough and the waves were of unequal heights. In spite of us getting a few steps back, one or two waves were high enough to drench us almost till our waist. And I could already feel my pajama slipping down off my waist an inch or two under my kamiz, as it was getting heavier due to soaking water. I was time and again trying to loosen my kamiz over my large buttocks, as it was getting stuck being wet. And that way surely I would look rather vulgar as my ass crack would visible over my wet salwar-kamiz. Fortunately, the beach was very sparsely populated today and except for a few bathing at a distance we were not being watched by anyone.
Bhabie naturally was facing more problems than me as she was wearing the sari. Her condition was pretty worse, but unexpectedly she was fairly oblivious, and was more keen to scream like a teenage girl when a wave was approaching us. Like myself her lower half of the body was also completely soaked and her sari had tangled up revealing her white petticoat. Moreover, her pallu was getting disoriented over and over again due to the stiff breeze and her blouse-covered big firm breasts kept peeping out.
Ritesh: Look out!
There was a loud scream from Ritesh and before I could react properly a big wave pushed us back a few feet and I could realize my panty got wet for the first time now. Sunita Bhabie almost lopsided due to the force of the wave, but fortunately since myself and Ritesh were holding her hands, she did not fall in the water, but she was now all wet and honestly she looked horribly indecent especially being in a public place. She was wet till her shoulders, her pallu was out of place, her wet heavy sari slipped down her waist exposing her petticoat knot, and her completely soaked blouse looked awfully flimsy. On top of this she was laughing away and more or less clinging to Ritesh though was also holding my hand.
Me: Bhabie, you better recompose yourself once. Your sari is…
Ritesh: Why Anita? Who is watching us? Lets enjoy. Hey another biggie is coming, take a few strides forward. Yahooooooooo…
Sunita Bhabie: R-i-t-e-s-h… No, no…
Bhabie could not complete her words the way Ritesh snatched her forward and a big wave immediately subsided us well over our waist. I lost my grip on Bhabie’s hand and almost fell down in the water, but somehow managed to maintain my balance. But what I saw in the next 30 seconds or so in front of me was purely unbelievable to me!
As I lost Bhabie’s hand, I saw Bhabie being pulled forward by Ritesh a couple of steps, but the force of the ensuing wave made them both off balance and they clung to each other as they floated for some moments among effervescent white foam. I saw Ritesh was hugging Sunita Bhabie very closely and she was also latching on to him. After the initial jolt as the wave receded I was amazed to see Ritesh was still embracing her very closely and she was shamelessly enjoying that! I could clearly see Ritesh’s face near her shoulder and Bhabie’s boobs remained tightly pressed on his chest. And as Ritesh reluctantly released her from his arms, Sunita Bhabie looked appalling - her sari was totally disoriented, her white brassiere inside her wet flimsy blouse was completely visible, and her petticoat being fully wet slipped down so much from her waist that her red panty was peeping out! Ritesh was helping her gather the sari as I advanced towards them and of course he was enjoying Bhabie’s exposed beauty from such close proximity.
Anita: Bhabie are you okay? That came real fast!
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I would have sunk had Ritesh not been there today. I was floating you know!
I helped her to wrap the sari and put the pallu in place. Bhabie’s full figure could clearly be made out as the sari was so wet was almost nonexistent.
Ritesh: But Bhabie tell frankly are you getting fun or not?
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Surely. I am enjoying after such a long time!
I said in my mind – why not? At your age of forty, you are getting the hugs and touches of a matured robust bachelor like Ritesh, why would you not enjoy! I tried to look for Rajesh, but he was not visible, as both he and Manohar Uncle went far off amidst the sea. Ritesh seemed rather confident after that hug and this time when we prepared for succeeding waves, he casually encircled Bhabie’s waist with his right hand! Bhabie’s big boobs looked so prominent through her wet semi-transparent sari and I was quite surprised to see how firmly they stood within her bra at her age! Of course, Ritesh was time and again eyeing them as we continued playing with the waves.
Ritesh: Hey Anita, lets sit on the beach and enjoy the waters now. You will surely find fun in it and of course it’s more relaxing.
Me: Okay Ritesh. Bhabie what do you say?
Sunita Bhabie: No issues, but we cannot sit here in water, we need to get back there.
Saying that she pointed to our back from where the waves were receding. We walked to the backside on the shore and selected a suitable place to sit and enjoy the sunshine as well as the saline water. The waves were coming and receding on the sands relentlessly.
Ritesh: Bhabie, let me sit at your backside so that I can cover you both if there is a bigger wave.
Sunita Bhabie: You better protect us properly else our hubbies would not spare you!
We were all laughing as we sat on the sands. It was good fun to have waves on our laps – the froth, the sand-mixed saline water with the approaching and retreating effects were making things very enjoyable. Each time a wave surrounded us, we were getting slightly backwards in our sitting position over the sand and when the water retreated, it seemed the wave was taking us forward along with it! So, all in all we were having a real good time on the beach.
Just then a family arrived and stood almost adjacent to us; two girls and their parents. The elder girl looked quite attractive especially with her skintight jeans and top. Her round boobs were appearing very prominent through her body-hugging top. Immediately Bhabie and me started teasing Ritesh in a soft voice. I did note that Ritesh had shifted significantly from me to a position almost behind Bhabie and had stretched his legs in the form of a “V” from his sitting posture. Initially I did not got his plan, but soon was clear as a comparatively bigger wave broke in front of us.
Sunita Bhabie shrieked as usual and I also gulped some salty water in the process, as the wave was pretty forceful. Though I quickly recovered but what I saw in front of my eyes was an unbelievable sight! The force of the wave had pulled Bhabie backwards and as Ritesh had positioned him with his stretched legs just at her back, she landed perfectly in his “V”. Ritesh promptly grabbed her and I clearly saw Ritesh was cupping her big wet boobs over her blouse with both hands. If it were only a boob grabbing sequence I would still have digested the sequence, but Sunita Bhabie was in a complete mess!
She probably was caught totally unaware by the flash wave and was entirely off balanced. Her hands and legs were in the air and she was pushed backward and landed in Ritesh’s lap who must have been more than obliged! The current of the wave pulled her sari up to her waist almost and her very plump and fair legs were entirely exposed. From my position I could even see her red panty! Bhabie was almost half floating in water and Ritesh was trying to assist her in the most erotic way by grabbing her boobs from below her armpits. She was screaming as usual and just then the water started moving back and Bhabie again lost balance and this time Ritesh also lost some grip over Bhabie. The wave started pulling Bhabie towards the sea and she started screaming at the top of her voice.
Ritesh was smart enough to get control over the situation and quickly held Bhabie very firmly by her hands so that she could not slip away. I noticed he had great strength and dragged Sunita Bhabie’s 40-year-old plump figure towards his body as the sandy waters drew away. As the episode was over I thought Bhabie should immediately recompose herself, as she was too much exposed to be in like this in a public place. I noticed that the father of the two girls bathing nearby was having an eyeful on Bhabie’s exposed thighs and legs, as her sari was still rolled up near her waist and luckily now her panty was not visible though it was very evident just a few moments ago. Frankly, I did not want to interrupt, as I wanted to see how far Ritesh would go!
God seemed to be rather kind to Ritesh as the very next moment there was another wave. This one was normal and it just filled our laps with sandy water. Even if Bhabie had thought to recompose herself and separate her from Ritesh, especially as she was aware that I was watching her from very close quarters, the wave did not give her that opportunity. The water helped her to push more into Ritesh’s body and this time it was a very apparent hug from Ritesh and she ended up sitting on his lap with waters surrounding them. I noted Bhabie’s eyes were closed – I could not comprehend why:
-in shame as I was present?
-in exhaustion fighting the waves?
-in the loving touches of Ritesh?
Now what Ritesh did was absolutely unexpected. He winked at me with Sunita Bhabie in his lap, his arms surrounding her matured breasts! I was so very astonished! He wanted to indicate me that he was taking advantage of this elderly lady physically and I should comply with it! Just then Bhabie probably realized that she was going a bit too far and opened her eyes, immediately separated herself from Ritesh’s close hug, and tried her best to save the situation by trying to explain me how the wave had almost carried her away. She immediately pulled her sari down and covered her thighs and legs properly. She adjusted her pallu to the right place, as more than half of her ripe mature boobs were visible over her wet blouse. She stood up and struggled to look decent. Ritesh also warned her in his own way.
Ritesh: Anita, the time is up. Isn’t it? They should come back now. Can you see them?
I did not reply to that as Bhabie herself looked at the sea to find his husband was coming or not. I was bewildered by the shamelessness of her and this sudden affinity towards Ritesh! As Bhabie was standing just in front of me, her huge round gaand was very prominent through her wet sari; even her ass crack was so evidently noticeable! Her panty-line also was so very clear on her ass! I noticed the father of those two girls was peeping frequently at Sunita Bhabie avoiding his wife’s eyes. Bhabie was desperately trying to hide her ample and fleshy figure in her wet clothes.
Rajesh and Manohar Uncle came back after some minutes and then mainly due to Sunita Bhabie’s unwillingness to bathe any more, we all went back to our hotel. I could not forget what I saw between Bhabie and Ritesh on the beach and out of feminine curiosity was watching them if I could find out more of the unthinkable relation that had suddenly developed. Ritesh and Sunita Bhabie were most normal when in group and frankly I was rather frustrated not seeing them segregated or suddenly catching them off guard. But little did I know that my wish would be fulfilled the day after!
We were all gossiping at the sea beach in the evening enjoying the cool breeze from the sea mixed with water particles.
Sunita Bhabie: Today it was rather hot when we came for bathing, lets come earlier tomorrow.
Me: Why so early Bhabie? I want to sleep a little longer.
Manohar Uncle: I agree with Anita though in any case I have to go to the market once in the morning. I will go to the sea at noon. Rajesh?
Rajesh: Yes uncle. Will accompany you. Ritesh, my brother, please take them for a bath if they wish.
Ritesh: I will not awake before noon tomorrow. Ha ha haa…
Rajesh: O yes! You have that jumbo bottle to finish up! Ha ha haa…
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! Anita! See the shine on their faces!
Me: Huh! Can’t you all enjoy without that?
Rajesh: Jaan, just a little as you know. We are on a vacation yaar!
Me: W-h-y? Lets chat and sing till late night and then we all can participate!
Manohar Uncle: Please Anita. You know that none of us are drunkards. And who says you cannot participate? You and your Bhabie will also sip a little? Why have different outputs when we all are in the same boat?
Rajesh: Right uncle. We will have good fun. Ritesh will sing songs. A-h-a…
Me: Huh!
Sunita Bhabie: Okay, we will not spoil your enjoyment. But mind you, consume within your limits.
Ritesh: Done Bhabie, done. What do you say Rajesh?
Rajesh: Absolutely!
We chatted for some more time and then went to the hotel. Ultimately it was decided that since Manohar Uncle and my husband would go to the market in the morning; Bhabie and me would go on our own and if Ritesh gets up early, he will accompany us. In the noon when everybody would be available, we will have a bath together.
Manohar Uncle was the main lead in arranging the drinks table. There were vodka with lime cordial and whiskey with soda. Bhabie and me consumed vodka and the males took whiskey. We were chatting, laughing, and Ritesh who had a nice voice was singing old songs. On the whole it was a rather enjoyable late evening party. Naturally I had never ever consumed alcohol before marriage and it was fully due to my hubby’s persuasion and request that I agreed to sip. And today was hardly the third or fourth time I was drinking alcohol.
I remembered the first time I gulped alcohol was in our own residence when my mother-in-law and father-in-law were away to their native village and Rajesh and me were alone in the house. Once I was able to clear the initial inhibition about alcohol, frankly with such tasty accessories like grilled chicken, cashew nuts, and vinegar soaked onion, it didn’t taste that bad! Of course, the odor was repulsive. We had the drinks in the comforts of our bedroom watching an English porn CD, which Rajesh had brought. Unlike the few porn CDs that I had watched courtesy my husband, this was a slightly better one. The heroine fortunately was not in a hurry to get naked and be on bed. Rajesh and I had a good time together sipping the drink and watching the sex scenes on bed and ultimately most expectedly before the movie could end my husband started fucking me!
Rajesh was in a feverish mood and that day I really liked my intoxicated husband the way he forcefully was hugging and cuddling me, speaking vulgar things, and was trying to force his hard erect lund into my pussy and slipping time and again. I was also having a nice tipsy feeling and being completely nude on my soft bed in his arms was a heavenly feeling. I do not remember many days I had intercourse with lights on in the room – that day in our intoxicated hex we forgot to switch off the lights!
Sunita Bhabie and I had completed our first round of drinks and we thought to go to the room balcony. Bhabie stumbled while passing by the cupboard and I could well realize the vodka had started taking its toll on her. I was also feeling tipsy already! When we were alone on the balcony, Bhabie suddenly held my hands and her eyes were watery. I was somewhat bowled over by this development.
Me: Bhabie, what happened? What’s the matter?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know you must be thinking poorly about me!
Me: About you? But why Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I am so frustrated…
She started sobbing. I looked around to check if anyone was coming, but noted that the males were busy with their drinks and chatting. I put my hand on Bhabie’s back and tried to soothe her.
Sunita Bhabie: Tell me honestly, you did not mind anything in the morning while bathing in the sea?
Me: No err… actually I mean its okay Bhabie. The wave came so suddenly…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you don’t need to camouflage things. I know what happened and what you saw.
Me: Bhabie, it was very apparent actually.
Sunita Bhabie: I know you must be thinking that at this age Bhabie is flirting with a bachelor! And that too being the mother of a daughter who just recently got married! Shame on me! Isn’t it Anita?
Me: I mean… err… I never meant anything like that.
Sunita Bhabie: Everything need not be spelt out Anita. But don’t think I am a … I am so upset and frustrated Anita…
Me: Bhabie, Bhabie. Don’t cry. Please tell me your problem and you will feel better. I might not be finding you a solution, but sharing will definitely help you Bhabie.
Her pallu was down and her deep cleavage was visible and I quickly wrapped the pallu at the proper place and made her sit on the chair in the balcony. I offered her the jug of water and she seemed to recompose quickly.
Me: Wait Bhabie, I will bring a drink for you.
I asked her to wait and was keen to know what was the issue of her frustration and how she got attracted to Ritesh with her huge age difference. I naturally got huge welcome words from Rajesh and Manohar Uncle as I took the drinks for us to the balcony.
We both sat comfortably in the balcony and Bhabie started sharing her problem with me. I was pretty sure that it was the result of her intoxication as well as what I saw today on the beach while bathing. She must have been feeling guilty later on and now wanted to clear up her position. I also was not her friend that she would share her personal life to me. Bhabie was near about 15 years elder than me!
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you know what menopause is?
Me: Hmm. Of course Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: Do you know the exact consequences of it when it happens?
Me: Not actually, but the menses would stop.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes that’s the bottom line, but there are so many associated symptoms…
Me: Are you at that juncture?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita, though my periods have not stopped, but have become very irregular. Not only that I am having a lot of trouble as if there has been a change in my womanhood. Mentally and physically I am so disoriented for the last six months. And in fact, you know, I gave the nod for this trip to feel better only!
Me: But I think Uncle can form a good support for you in this stage.
Sunita Bhabie made such a face hearing Manohar Uncle’s name that I was rather surprised. They apparently seem to gel very well!
Sunita Bhabie: Okay, tell me Anita how do you see your uncle?
Me: Meaning?
Sunita Bhabie: I mean how do you rate him as a person?
Me: O! Absolutely great! Manohar Uncle is so energetic and joyful! The way he cracks jokes and makes us laugh every time… he is the symbol of life Bhabie. You must be very happy living with such a spirited person.
Bhabie sipped her vodka and replied me.
Sunita Bhabie: True. He is great. He is joyful. I am blessed to have such a person as my husband. Agreed. But is that all? Does he not have a responsibility to support my age and my necessities?
Me: I did not get you Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: I feel so ashamed to tell you all this… You are so young in comparison to me!
Me: Bhabie you still seem to have a barrier in your mind regarding me. You do not consider me…
Sunita Bhabie: No, no Anita. I adore you very much and that’s why I am sharing with you.
She again took a sip of vodka, but I was more keen in digging out Bhabie’s personal life. My drink remained untouched.
Sunita Bhabie: Actually as I am approaching menopause, instead of taking care of me, your Manohar Uncle had just turned his face away regarding this matter. As you can see we have an age difference between us and if I can understand his age, why can’t he be conscious of my needs?
Me: If he is aware that you understand his age, then he should also…
Bhabie snatched my words to reply. She seemed very dejected from the core of her heart.
Sunita Bhabie: Aware! I had not requested for anything physical this past one year, because I know he no longer has it in him. But does that mean he will not even touch me Anita? Does that mean he will ignore me physically?
Me: Certainly not!
I could well realize Bhabie was getting carried away by the intoxication of the vodka.
Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle has been doing exactly that for the past few months. Anita, I do not know what you are thinking about me, but believe me, I am not demanding… what should I say… I mean err… I am not demanding sex, but I want a little love and care in my menopausal state. That’s all.
Bhabie again started sobbing
Me: Hmm, why don’t you talk to uncle regarding this matter?
Sunita Bhabie: Talk? Do you think I did not try, but in his philosophy desiring these at this age is a crime! He will simply make a fun out of me if I show the urge to discuss on this topic with him. I know this man for 25 years Anita.
Me: I sympathize with you Bhabie. But…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, forget about the inner bodily pains or the mental irritation due to this menopausal state, but the gross ones also needs his help. You know, my pussy itches so much at times, but strangely there is no secretion! It’s such a torrid state how would I explain you! My breasts and thighs seem to be so cramped at times that it feels like having a good massage to lessen my pain. But…
Me: But what Bhabie?
She paused a bit to gulp another part of her drink.
Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle. One night I requested him to massage my breasts as it was aching and tightening significantly. Forget about a massage, he did not even keep his palm on my breast! Another night I was having cramps in my thighs and hence had raised my nighty till my waist to apply an ointment to my inner thighs. He entered the room from toilet and seeing me in that posture slammed me saying what not…
Me: That’s sad Bhabie!
Sunita Bhabie: I do not believe this is the same man… And that’s not all Anita. How should I tell you? It’s so shameful.
Me: Finish your drink and tell me Bhabie.
She finished her glass bottoms up and shook her head. Now she was above the tipsy state I could realize from her eyes.
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle has the habit of getting up early and does some reading in his study. That night I was having a terrible itching in my pussy and I had lifted my nighty and tried to coax me with my own finger and I did not know when I got asleep. When your uncle got out of the bed he must have noted that my nighty was pretty much disoriented, but he silently went to the study! Minutes later our servant Gajodhar came.
Me: Gajodhar meaning Gayathri’s husband?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, yes. He is the husband of your maid. Actually Gayathri was on leave for some days and Gajodhar was doing her chores.
Me: O I see. Then?
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle knew that it was not Gayathri. There were many a days that I was lying on bed when Gayathri had come to mop the floor. But when he knew that a male had come, he should have waked me up or at least straighten my nighty. Isn’t it?
Me: Surely.
Sunita Bhabie: But your uncle remained dumb knowing that Gajodhar would mop the floor and I was sleeping on bed with my nighty…
Bhabie paused for a second bending down her head and then continued.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you know, not only that, your uncle also was aware that I was not even wearing a panty. Still can you imagine - he did not even bother to wake me up, but simply allowed that rascal Gajodhar to mop the floor of our bedroom!
I was eager to know what exactly Gayathri’s husband saw of Bhabie, but was unsure of how to put it. Bhabie herself made it easy as she narrated every detail in the charm of the vodka!
Sunita Bhabie: Your uncle ignored me like anything! What dignity was left of me in front of my servant? Just tell me Anita? Shame on me… I am sleeping in my bed with my nighty bunched up at my waist and that Gajodhar was mopping the floor and my beloved husband was sitting in his study! Huh!
Me: Did Gayathri’s husband…?
Sunita Bhabie: I am damn sure that bastard saw everything that day. We do not even use a mosquito net over our bed, so the view was crystal clear…
Me: What are you saying Bhabie! Did he see your… I mean err. choot also? I mean when you got up did you find him in the room?
Sunita Bhabie: What else I am telling then? Anita, when I got up I saw with my sleepy eyes that Gajodhar was mopping the floor and I remembered that Gayathri was on leave. Then realizing my exposed state, I immediately pulled down my nighty to cover me. But surely by that time he must have seen my uncovered hairy choot. As I got up I still looked horrible, as you can understand Anita, I was not wearing any undergarments. I quickly went inside the toilet to get cover, but the big smile on that bastard’s face told the story.
Me: Sounds very weird Bhabie! Why would Manohar Uncle behave like that?
Sunita Bhabie: I don’t know what sin I had committed. And believe me, when I went to him with the morning tea, your uncle was as normal as ever! He has been indifferent to me during those days and I suffered so much mentally. The physical pains and aches only complemented to it.
Me: Bhabie, shall I bring another drink?
Sunita Bhabie: Are we consuming too much?
Me: No, no Bhabie, we had two small there with them and one here in the balcony. If you feel otherwise, then…
Sunita Bhabie: No, no, on the contrary I am really enjoying the drink.
Me: Great Bhabie. Then I will proceed for another one.
I ascended from my chair and immediately felt a spin due to my intoxication, but managed myself and went to the room where my husband, Ritesh, and Manohar Uncle were having a gala time with hard drinks. They were pretty surprised that we wanted another drink and prepared a couple of miniature Patialas for us.
I was getting an uncanny urge within myself to know more about this lady’s private life and I knew if I could make her guzzle down some more vodka, she would reveal all her spicy secrets. As I sat in my chair beside Sunita Bhabie, I threw my next question so that she could not deviate from the topic.
Me: Bhabie, then how did you manage this issue?
Sunita Bhabie: Initially I thought it might be a one-day ignorance on your uncle’s part, but when it started happening day in and day out, I was really getting irritated and dejected. Another day, you know Anita, I was again overlooked by him and that day was even worse than this one.
She sipped her vodka and I wondered what could be “even wore” than her middle-aged servant seeing her choot!
Sunita Bhabie: It also happened during the time Gajodhar was working in our home in place of Gayathri. We were going somewhere I do not remember exactly and there were some heavy luggage with us and so we decided to take Gajodhar with us. Unfortunately, there were some trains canceled that day and the station was thronged with people anticipating the train.
Me: Oh! Trains canceled means a pathetic situation….
Sunita Bhabie: Yes exactly. Seeing the situation I could foresee that the ensuing train would be packed and my condition would be quite vulnerable amidst so many males hustling and bustling around to get inside the compartment. So I just requested him to give me some protection while I get inside the compartment. Anita, tell me, did I ask for anything wrong?
Me: Certainly not. I know very well what those filthy males do taking advantage of the crowd.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly so… Arre, they will do all sorts of dirty activities and you cannot even protest and create a scene in the crowd naa?
Me: True. True. They know that very well.
Sunita Bhabie: That’s why I said to your uncle to be behind me and protect my breasts from the sides and as he would be behind me my backside would automatically be protected. But… who would listen to that? He started giving me ‘gyan’ that at this age I was still unable to take care of myself, what would our daughter do if this was my condition etc. etc. – all rubbish!
Me: Did he not realize the practical problem?
Sunita Bhabie: Not at all and he even said… at my age no one would be interested to do those things with me, I was no longer a teenager, and so on and so forth. I saw the train had already entered the station and there was no point arguing with your uncle. He decided that Gajodhar would not be able to go upfront as he had the luggage, so he himself would escort us and fight the crowd and he asked me to remain in the middle.
Me: That’s somewhat better though those males act from behind mostly.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I have seen 40 springs in my life; I know exactly what happens where. That was the reason I requested your uncle… But he was more interested in taunting my age!
Me: Then?
Sunita Bhabie: How can I say these things to you? I feel so ashamed!
Me: Come on Bhabie. What shame etc. you are talking about! We are friends now. If you keep things to yourself, you will suffer more Bhabie. Tell me naa. Please.
Sunita Bhabie: Okay, if you insist. I entered the compartment somehow pushing and hustling behind your uncle, but realized the situation inside was jam-packed. There were people on both sides of the alley and we were trying to make way through them. Though I kept my handbag close to my boobs I clearly felt a few elbowing to my…
She sipped a little vodka from the glass.
Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle settled at a place, I noticed Gajodhar was able to shift the luggage to an upper berth. I was virtually pressed against your uncle and frankly I was feeling a bit joyous getting his smell and touch after a gap!
I smiled at her.
Sunita Bhabie: I will not hide from you Anita… I moved my handbag off my boobs and pressed them on your uncle back. Even at this age his touch was giving me goosebump. But unfortunately he remained quite unmoved not even bothering to give me a glance! Just then I felt a forceful push on my buttocks. The insides of the compartment was not semi-dark and the way people were standing close to each other I could figure out who did it, but very soon it started bothering me as I felt he had kept his palm on my sari-covered butt.
Me: Oh! The old syndrome! These dirty males…
Sunita Bhabie: I looked from the corner of my eyes if it was Gajodhar, though he won’t have that much courage I knew, but still checked once. I found that both his arms were raised up to hold the handle for balance. Then it has to be someone from my left or right side, but it was impossible for to make out, as there was not an inch to move.
Me: Bhabie, what did you do then? Did he proceed further?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, see, he must have noticed that I was somewhat deliberately pressing my boobs on your uncle’s back though the train was of course overcrowded and he took that advantage. Frankly I was also enjoying your uncle’s body smell and…
Me: I can understand Bhabie… that’s very natural also especially considering that you were devoid of even a normal hug also!
Sunita Bhabie: True Anita, absolutely. But that rouge was bolder than the normal ones we face in buses or trains.
Me: Why? What did he do?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he in no time was able to trace my panty line within my sari and started outlining my panty with his finger on my ass! It was such a ticklish and weird feeling as he skimmed my whole round ass along the hem of my panty! I tried to stand erect within that sandwiched position, but had little effect on that guy. That bastard had now stretched all his fingers on my gaand and was feeling the full roundness of my ass with his whole palm! I could not allow more. It was outrageous!
Me: How did you combat that Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I obviously could not tell your uncle, as he would surely have made a mockery of me in front of all, so I decided to tell Gajodhar.
Me: Gajodhar?!?
Sunita Bhabie: I was also a bit hesitant initially Anita, but tell me where was the alternative? Otherwise I had to create a scene there.
Me: Hmm. That’s true. But… but what did you tell him Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes I was also tentative, but since that man was gaining in confidence and had already started to mildly pull my panty from over my sari with his fingers, I had to act fast.
Me: My goodness! What courage!
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, if you keep dumb and allow them, these dirty males might end up doing anything taking advantage of the crowd Anita!
Me: I know!
We smiled at each other meaningfully.
Sunita Bhabie: I indicated Gajodhar to come nearer and as soon as I did that I felt that man immediately removed his hand off my gaand. I had to gulp down my shame and though I stammered but whispered to Gajodhar that someone from the crowd was misbehaving on my gaand, but I did not want any scene there. Gajodhar seemed more than glad that I had referred the matter to him and not to my husband and readily replied that he would take care of it.
Me: Then?
Sunita Bhabie: Gajodhar told softly in my ears that I should not press my body on your uncle’s back and stand straight.
Me: Were you still pressing on Manohar uncle?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, err… frankly Anita, I was enjoying very much the way I remained pressed on his back. It was after such a long time…
Me: Hmm.
Sunita Bhabie: But as soon as I stood properly the gap behind me narrowed and Gajodhar further narrowed it by coming very close to me. Now actually I could sense his breathing on my neck. Both his arms were raised above my head to catch the handle for balance. Within moments I could feel something getting hard and protruding out and knocking my firm ass flesh.
Me: Gajodhar’s…?
Sunita Bhabie: Or what? That bastard took the advantage of my vulnerable state and instead of keeping an eye, he himself was using the opportunity to exploit me!
Me: But Bhabie… was that not expected? He is after all from the servant class…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know that. That’s why I was mentally prepared to allow that much.
Me: Then what happened?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he was just too much! In order to finish off the gap behind me so that no one can insert his hand from the sides, he pressed on my back. And these people… I do not know what underwear they wear… Anita, take my word, I could clearly feel his lund getting bigger as he continued pressing it on my gaand.
Me: My God!
Sunita Bhabie: For the moment I got carried away. Due to my advancing menopausal stage I was deprived of such things for a long time and honestly got thrilled to have a growing lund pressed on my gaand. Automatically my sari-covered back also pressed Gajodhar on his crotch. The scoundrel got more courage at my behavior. I felt a warm hand on my waist. Instantaneously I turned my head, as I thought he was holding the handle with both his hands, and I found he had taken off one hand off the handle, which was on my waist fold.
Me: Gayathri’s husband seems to be quite courageous!
I smiled naughtily at Bhabie and she also smiled back with a tinge of redness on her face.
Sunita Bhabie: You think of my condition. Your uncle was standing just by me, don’t forget that dear!
Me: Right, right.
Sunita Bhabie: My heart was then pounding and I could hear that overcoming the chattering sound of the running train.
Bhabie and I both sipped vodka from our glasses and this time I had also brought some cashew nuts and potato chips with me in a plate, which we were also sharing.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I really did not remember when your uncle last loved me. Again I am not talking of sex, but doing the simple things like hugging or a little foreplay… And when Gajodhar was doing those lewd things very directly in the moving train, instead of stopping him, I just succumbed more and more…
Bhabie was looking at the floor momentarily. Was she feeling ashamed?
Sunita Bhabie: I could not resist him. I was so thirsty of touches at that time. Gajodhar was now gyrating his crotch on my round ass and I was also shamelessly moving my hips subtly to support him.
Bhabie was shaking her head. There was silence for the moment.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, you must be thinking how far down your Bhabie went that she was enjoying with her servant…
Me: Bhabie, if you think like this, then please don’t share. I stand by you completely Bhabie that you have done no wrong.
Sunita Bhabie: Really Anita? I knew you would understand.
I shifted within my chair bringing my ass to the edge of the chair and extended my arm to her. She held my palm firmly and nodded her head.
Me: Bhabie, by no means I am thinking that you have slipped from your path.
Sunita Bhabie: Thanks Anita… Err… Coming back to that incident… While Gajodhar was almost humping my back, all this time your uncle did not even bother to look back once and ask if I was okay or not. After 10 minutes or so a station came. By that time of course that scoundrel had shifted his hand from my waist and had felt every inch of my gaand over my sari. There were more passengers coming board and none alighted! So, you can easily understand the situation.
Me: Hmm.
Sunita Bhabie: With more passengers trying to push through the passage Gajodhar was pressed more on my body. Now the pressure was such that I had to raise both my hands and got hold of your uncle’s back for support. I handed over my handbag to your uncle. But then…
Me: What did he do Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: He is a pakka harami…
Me: Bhabie! What language?
Sunita Bhabie: A-n-i-t-a! You know what he did? I could not even handed my bag to Manohar fully that he put his hand under my armpit to…
Me: Oh!
I started laughing and Bhabie also was amused.
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, wait for the moment….
Me: Its tough to resist seeing those Bhabie. At your age they look very, very firm.
I indicated her boobs through my eyes. Bhabie blushed slightly like any woman and adjusted her pallu over her well-formed boobs as if out of natural reflex.
Sunita Bhabie: I had to lower my arm, as I was pretty sure the person standing to my side could see Gajodhar’s naughty acts if I keep my arm raised. But that idiot did not even shift his hand off my armpit and Gajodhar’s hand remained stuck within my armpit under my arm.
Me: Wow Bhabie! How was the feeling? Must be very…
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, very sexy, but my heart was then in my mouth as your uncle turned towards me.
Me: My goodness!
Sunita Bhabie: It was just momentary though I did not know the reason, rather I was not in a position to think on that also, as Gajodhar’s fingers were crawling over the round cup of my blouse. I quickly looked round to see if anyone was noticing, but fortunately enough everybody was concerned about the crowd. Realizing that I loosened my armpit a bit so that I could enjoy his touches fully. He was cupping and feeling my full mammaries, taking one at a time in his large palm, grabbing and pressing them. The semi darkness setting within the overcrowded compartment obviously helped a lot. You know Anita, it seemed as if after ages someone was touching my boobs! All my menopausal booby aches seemed to resolve on every squeeze that rascal was giving to my tight flesh.
Me: It must have been a true rejuvenation!
Sunita Bhabie: Absolutely! After so many days my vaginal path secreted juices, as due to my age probably I was unable to self-excite myself any more. Gajodhar felt my both breasts amply over my blouse and I felt secured as his arm was hidden under my pallu. But, you know Anita, throughout that incident I felt as if it was not Gajodhar touching me, but it was your uncle making love to me!
Me: Hmm. I can understand that Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: The whole thing went on for some more time before the next station came. I could realize Gajodhar was discontented, as he was trying his best to push his lund into my ass crack fully, but expectedly I was wearing a panty under my sari and so he was getting hindrance there.
Me: Little could you do about that!
I smiled and sipped my vodka.
Sunita Bhabie: True, but frankly Anita, at that moment I was regretting! Had I not worn a panty that day certainly would have given me greater pleasure. It all ended at the next station when your uncle managed a seat for me and I got seated there.
Me: Did Gayathri’s husband not try anything else later after that incident on that day?
Sunita Bhabie: No. Fortunately not and I also made it a point not to be alone with him under any circumstances at least on that day and I behaved absolutely normally with him giving him no opportunity to take a further step. Luckily Gayathri was also back to work the day after and so everything was normal again.
Me: You are very lucky Bhabie that way…
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I know. These males are dangerous, if they scent blood, they will go for the kill. Gajodhar might have also thought that he would get a sure shot chance to lay me on bed, but I made sure that there arose no such opportunity for him.
Me: That’s really great on your part! But tell me Bhabie did you sleep properly that night? I am asking this since you had a male interaction after such a long tome!
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! That night. I was only wriggling on bed, as your uncle was as cold as ever to me that night also. A warm hug would have eased out everything off my mind, but… yes, definitely my waist and thigh aches were lesser that night and even my boobs were not that taut. And since after a long time my vaginal path got wet, I felt much, much better though that night I really wished to be….
Me: I can understand Bhabie.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, even at 40 years+ that night I aspired to be in Manohar’s arms and craved for an intercourse session!
Me: … which was quite natural also.
There were some moments of silence and then Bhabie again continued.
Sunita Bhabie: But Anita… I probably stepped on the beehive that day because the itching, which started after that day in my pussy drove me almost crazy. All my menopausal symptoms seemed to have aggravated so much! I was so very restless the whole of the week that followed. I cannot describe in words to you Anita - my boobs always remained taut and aching, my nipples were discharging fluid, and my pussy was itching all the time but my vaginal path was as dry as a bone. I was getting wilder as Manohar was not responding at all to my symptoms and bypassing things by just saying, “Go to the doctor”.
Me: A very tough situation for any woman….
Sunita Bhabie: Yes Anita… And ultimately the inevitable happened. I was so desperate those days that I lost my conscience and clung to the nearest available opportunity!
My eyes as if sparkled listening to that anticipating some more revealing facts from this elderly woman.
Me: Meaning?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no! Not the ultimate of course…
We both smiled meaningfully.
Me: Oh! Okay!
Sunita Bhabie: As I was saying that whole week after that episode with Gajodhar, my body developed more aches than before! Anita, you won’t imagine that these remained so taut that I had to start remain bra-less in my house during the day.
Bhabie pointed to her globes under her sari pallu. We both again sipped our vodka and I was enjoying quite a bit of tipsy feeling now and Bhabie also must have been having the same alcoholic spell.
Sunita Bhabie: And not only that, I was simultaneously getting vaginal and inner thigh cramps and was in a very messy situation. Just during that time my sister called up from Delhi and told of sending Nandu in vacation to our place, which was not a very uncommon phenomenon though. Nandu did come previously also to our house and stayed for a week or so during his vacations in school.
Me: okay. Nandu is your sister’s son?
Sunita Bhabie: Right, he is my elder sister’s son. Actually she is the one who got the matrimonial tip for my daughter.
Me: I see.
Sunita Bhabie: Nandu will give ISC this year, but during that time he was in Class XI. Believe me Anita, as soon as I saw him when he arrived at our place, my mind started working dirty and I…
Bhabie looked towards the floor and she was shaking her head and I could understand she must have been feeling guilty for something.
Me: Bhabie… please don’t break off.
Sunita Bhabie: Yes… Actually Anita I somehow omitted my scruples and did such lousy things that… I am like his mother you know Anita… Nandu respects me like that only, but I exploited him… I tasted the taboo! Huh! But you know Anita, towards the end he was also… I could feel that, but I have to be blamed because…
Me: Bhabie. Bhabie. Calm down first. Tell me everything in a proper fashion.
It seemed Bhabie was starting to be greatly influenced by the vodka now and I gave her some time to recompose so that she could tell me every detail of her sexy encounter.
Sunita Bhabie: I need to go to toilet once. My bladder seems to be overflowing.
I smiled and accompanied her. We went to the attached bathroom of Bhabie’s room as the males were taking their drinks in our room. Bhabie was wearing a sari and it was easier for her to quickly lift the sari and pulled down her panty and sat on the floor. I noted her heavy round naked gaand was looking very sexy in the blue light of the toilet. As I was feeling tipsy I was unable to open the knot of my pajama quickly and by the time I could finally open it and sit down, Bhabie was almost complete.
Sunita Bhabie: Aah! Arre, what happened?
Me: Its okay Bhabie. The knot got stuck…
Sunita Bhabie: Oh! You know Anita, this is one area your uncle has always been a novice! May it be opening the mosquito net from the wall or be it my petticoat, he was sure to fumble.
We both laughed out and after emptying my bladder and Bhabie watering the toilet floor, we were again out in the balcony, back to our vodka.
Me: Bhabie, you were telling your experience with your sister’s son… what’s his name?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes. Nandu. But Anita these are so personal things that I am feeling so very ashamed to tell you.
Me: Bhabie, you started with that again. Tell me naa…
Sunita Bhabie: Actually I was passing through such hollowness in my mind and body that I got wild in my thoughts also. In fact I still feel that emptiness grasping me at times.
Me: It is indeed a very tough phase of your life.
Sunita Bhabie: More so because I am finding my husband crippled. Otherwise what I did with Nandu is a crime…
Me: Don’t think it that way Bhabie. It is God who provides us the options that we sometimes clutch to.
Sunita Bhabie: Right Anita. That’s how I think it now a days!
There was a brief pause and then Bhabie continued sharing her experience to me uncensored.
Sunita Bhabie: You know Anita, the moment I saw Nandu when he entered with your uncle, my mind started to evolve devilish thoughts. I immediately decided that the healing approach that I am missing from your uncle I would replenish from Nandu!
Me: But how Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, I knew it was difficulty as I was his ‘mausi’, but then… I had just no options but to… Actually Anita, things turned out to be so exciting that there was no stoppage from my end! It was like an addiction for me teasing this teenage boy.
She took her time, sipped a little vodka, exhaled a long breath, and continued.
Sunita Bhabie: As your uncle entered with Nandu and I went forward and greeted him normally. He took my ashirwad touching my feet and I gave him a normal light hug. But Anita, believe me, I was experiencing a racing heartbeat. It had never happened earlier the innumerable times I have hugged Nandu, who is just like my son! But that day everything seemed different. He was in XI then and he is almost as tall as me. I took his head in my hands and kissed his forehead in the most normal way, but something was happening in me. His teenage look, faint moustache, and well-built body were clouding my focus. I then just casually hugged him patting his back emphasizing the fact that he has got taller, but could realize very clearly that as soon as my boob contours pressed on his flat chest, my nipples were getting harder. Strangely the same uneasiness was crippling me when Gajodhar was enjoying me in the moving train.
Me: The physical change that’s taking place in you probably made you think that way.
Sunita Bhabie: Exactly Anita. My menopausal state, not being attended properly by Manohar, and Gajodhar’s passionate pressing and squeezing that day had worsened my mental state further and I was trying to extract pleasures from the unthinkable.
Me: Taboo!
Sunita Bhabie: I quickly disassociated myself from Nandu’s body and asked him to go to his room and get fresh. Your uncle had already moved inside the house to keep his luggage etc. I went to the kitchen to prepare tea and evening snacks for Nandu, but my mind was somewhere else. There was a fight going on in my mind that why it happened? Nandu is just 17-18 years of age and I am just like his mom, but today a simple embrace for some seconds made me feel hot inside! As I cooked I did not find a suitable answer, instead I found my mind more inclined to use this opportunity of one week that Nandu would stay here to fulfill my desires!
Me: And you did that?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, my heartbeats were still high and in the kitchen itself I made up my mind to utilize Nandu’s stay to my joy. Here also the hindrance was your uncle who used to stay most of the time at home. He used to go at a photography circle from 10:00 a.m. to 01:00 p.m. - that too not all days.
Me: Then how did you manage Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I told you I was thinking devilish that time and was able to create situations easily for Nandu to become intimate to me. That evening nothing happened, but when Nandu was about to go to bed, I started having an outlandish feeling in my mind to attract him towards me. Just imagine Anita to what extent I was frustrated! I am 40+ and I was so keen to go to this 18-year-old boy who was my sister’s son!
Bhabie dipped her head in shame, I guess.
Me: Hmm Bhabie. Very interesting!
Sunita Bhabie: I noted cautiously that your uncle was watching TV and since we all had dinner there was little chance that he would look for me. So, for me, the coast was clear. I had already changed to my nightwear and thought it was the best opportunity to stir this teenage boy. So I went ahead to go to his room.
Me: Bhabie… no inner?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no. I was wearing a bra inside. To tell you honestly Anita its not that the idea of removing my bra had not come to my mind, because you know even at this age my boobs are reasonably firm and tight than what I see in women of my age. I am not boasting Anita, but yes, its true that my muscles have slackened, but still I don’t have sagged breasts like most ladies of my age. Moreover, since I was having that acute tautness in my breasts during that time and I used to remain bra-less in the morning hours, I was rather conscious about it. So though I was sure I would not look vulgar in a bra-less condition, I did not want to overdo things at the very first opportunity with Nandu.
Bhabie sounded quite confident about her boob strength and tightness. Automatically my eyes also went to her mammaries and indeed they appeared full, round, and erect under her blouse, but generally women of her age tend to wear tighter bras to look modest, but my intoxicated mind was thinking naughty!
Me: Oh! At 40 if you have tight boobs, then I have to say Manohar uncle was not up to the task…
Ha ha huh….
We rolled out in laughter and Bhabie corrected me.
Sunita Bhabie: Not at all Anita. During my good days he used to attack like a beast and was very fond of playing with my tits and I enjoyed every bit of it. But probably once he realized he lost his erection, he coiled into his self and you know, he does not even want to talk at all on these issues.
Me: Bhabie…. Nandu!
Sunita Bhabie: Oh yes! So after checking that your uncle was watching some sports channel, I went to Nandu’s room.
#### <<Narration is in Sunita Bhabie’s words henceforth>>
Me: Is everything okay beta?
Nandu: Yes mausi. Its hotter here than in Delhi.
Me: Yes Nandu, everything is hot here.
Nandu laughed not comprehending my double meaning phrase. He was too innocent to catch my prank. I checked his bed though his bed was already made. As I stretched the already stretched bedcover, I deliberately bent down in front of him so that my cleavage was visible over the U-neck of my nighty. I noticed Nandu noted that for a second, but looked elsewhere. Afterall I was his mausi.
Me: Have you not brought any shorts? How can you sleep in these pajamas Nandu? It’s so hot.
Nandu stammered as I could well realize he had not brought shorts along with him.
Nandu: I can manage mausi.
Me: No, no. How can that be? Have you not brought any Bermudas also?
Nandu: No. Actually mom told to take pajamas because she said I would look indecent in those Bermudas if someone comes at your place.
Me: Oh! This Tulsi naa! Anyway, I will look for an old Bermuda of your mausa-ji.
I intentionally adjusted my bra inside my nighty thrusting my heavy boobs in front of Nandu’s face who was sitting on the bed. I could see that he had the eagerness to look at me, but probably due to our relationship he was avoiding eye contact.
Me: But if I do not get a shorts, please don’t do what your mausa-ji used to do. Oh! Horrible!
Nandu: What mausi?
Me: I can tell you, but then don’t tell your mausa-ji that I have shared it with you.
Nandu: No, no mausi.
I tried my best to make things hotter for Nandu so that he starts taking interest in me. Nandu’s eyes were inquisitive to know what his mausa-ji would do.
Me: Arre! What to say Nandu! Suppose he is on bed with me and is wearing a pajama and the weather is hot like today’s, after sometime I will surely find him with his pajama down to his knees and he is sleeping. Just imagine!
I tried to keep my voice as sweet as possible with a meaningful smile on my lips to catch Nandu’s full attention. Naturally Nandu could not react properly to my comment and was feeling rather tight, which depicted through his foolish smile.
Me: Nandu, just wait. I will bring you a Bermuda.
Saying that I went to my bedroom and took out an old shorts of Manohar from the wardrobe and handed over to him.
Nandu: Thanks mausi.
I was planning to hug him once before I bid him good night. My pussy was itching already! My heart had started to beat faster!
Me: Nandu, come here once. Have you gone past me?
Nandu: Yes mausi. Am taller than you now.
Saying that he came down from the bed and stood near me.
Me: Oh! You were just this much small when you used to play in our house and now you have gone past me! How quickly days go by…
I pretended that I was really surprised seeing him taller than me.
Me: I wish you all the success in life Nandu… May God bless you with his choicest blessings.
While saying that I stood very closely to him and put my right hand on his head.
Me: Do not ever give pain to your parents and always take care of them.
Now I descended my right hand from his head down his neck to his shoulder and stood closer so that my protruding boobs started brushing his arm and chest.
Me: Be good towards all and always be truthful. Okay my dear?
I could realize my nipples under my nighty were getting harder and my body trembled a bit as I put my left arm also on his shoulder.
Nandu: Y… yes mausi.
Me: Good boy. I sincerely wish that you grew to a true human in life.
Saying those emotional words, I very normally held his face with both hands and pulled his head towards me and kissed his forehead. When I met him in the evening I did exactly the same thing, but this time I wanted more. I forgot my relation with him and that he was just a teenager and a class XI boy and myself being 40+ and mother of a married daughter!
Me: Nandu, don’t forget your mausi when you become a big man... Will you forget me?
His head was already on my shoulder and his body was somewhat bending back and away from me. I now embraced him ensuring that his body presses on me. Though it was a motherly hug, but Nandu was a bit hesitant and uncomfortable and so I continued to stroke his head and back very normally as an elderly person would do so that he did not feel awkward.
Nandu: No, mausi, how can I forget you all?
Me: Hmm. Keep that in mind.
I gently pushed my boobs into his flat chest to give the young boy the feeling of my big bra-covered boobs and I was certain that Nandu was aware of the fullness of my breasts pressing on his body. I wanted him to hold me by my waist, but of course that never happened and he kept his hands at his sides out of sheer vacillation. I tried to extract as much pleasure as possible from that ‘motherly hug’ and continued pressing my tight mammaries on his chest. Though I felt like embracing him very tightly, but I had to control my emotions keeping in mind that Nandu might act erratically seeing my bold behavior. Moreover, the last thing I wanted was to make Manohar unnecessarily suspicious. The whole week was still left for me.
I bid him good night and came to my room. Manohar was still watching the television and I called him to come to bed. I found he came almost instantaneously, which was surprising to me, as on most days I call him, wait and then finally go to bed, but he still continues to watch those rubbish sports programs. I was burning within me getting the slightest feel of Nandu’s body and honestly wished my husband to make love.
But… alas!
He want to the toilet and I was about to open my bra to go to bed, but thought to wait and open it in front of him to ignite some fire in him. I knew it would be a futile effort because at this age this activity hardly would yield any attention from Manohar, as he had seen me innumerable times changing my dress in front of him. But since I was excited within me I thought to give it a try.
Manohar came out of the toilet.
Manohar: Has Nandu gone to sleep?
My heart as if missed a beat hearing Nandu’s name. It was the most normal question, but as I had the guilty feeling in my mind I almost stammered.
Me: Nan… Nandu… Y… yes.
Manohar switched off the tube-light and put on the night lamp and got onto bed. I also ascended on bed and as I was about to lie down I pretended as if I forgot to open my bra.
Me: Oho. E ji, can you please open it? I forgot to open it…
Manohar with a reluctant face got up and inserted his hands inside the nighty on my back to open my bra. He was able to unclasp my bra in a moment and I took it out from within my nighty in the sexiest way possible only to find that he was getting ready to sleep!
Me: E ji, I think there is a problem here. Just see naa.
I tried to keep my voice as sexy as possible and pointed towards my breasts and now I had pulled down my nighty’s front portion significantly so that my big jiggling mammaries almost popped out.
Manohar: Why? What has happened? I am telling you Sunita for so many days to consult the doctor…
He still did not seem to be much interested even though my boobs were hanging naked in front of his face almost out of my nighty.
Me: See I am getting discharges here.
If he was alert, he could have easily noted that my nipples were standing quite erect and swollen, which could only happen if I am sexually aroused. He now came closer and tried to inspect my breasts.
Manohar: One sec, let me switch on the tube.
I was so very disappointed by this action that I almost expressed it. He was not getting the hint at all.
The light was on and I shamelessly sat on the bed with my matured boobs popping out of my nighty. He inspected my black round areolas, which were glistening with the white discharge.
Manohar: In the first appearance it looks like milk, but it’s not milk… a slippery discharge, the odor is also not great!
I eagerly wanted him to hold, press, and cup my boobs, but he was too serious.
Me: I am feeling something here. Check naa…
I pushed both my boobs out of my nighty for my husband and pointed an area just above the areola of my left boob.
Manohar: Where?
Saying that he touched my left boob and it felt so great that I cannot express in words. The full illumination of the tube-light in the room was definitely making me uncomfortable to sit with my both boobs exposed, but still I continued in the hope that my husband’s sexual desire would be kindled.
Manohar: No I can’t feel anything, but, you must go to the doctor soon. Now go to sleep.
I was just left alone as he switched off the light and…
I sat for a while in that posture with my both boobs out of my nighty, but then and there decided that I would extract pleasures from Nandu and I started not to feel guilty anymore and was building logic in my mind that it was rather justified due to Manohar’s continued ignorance towards me!
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